I hope Chahlie has some words for you, Tara. Chahlie gives good spirit medicine.

So does Bluedove. Maybe she'll fly in. Or Venus ...

Just don't write on the infinity board until you're feeling better, mystee Canuck.

Maria

I decided I sold this guy short. His version is nice.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhCZEmC26_Y&feature=related

Maria

Hello Chahles, Maria, Tara & Everyone,

I just all the fine and groovy tunes you all have got playing in this here Cafe. Very beautiful and fulfilling for the soul.

And speaking of that - I'd like to leave with you some words that match that description from our very own Linda herself from her Gooberz book. This passage is from Canto 14... I hope you will enjoy the passage and have a very Happy Yule and Holiday.

Merry Christmas Everyone – and God Bless Tiny Tim!

our first morning of waking together
is lithographed on my heart
like a fine steel engraving of a Currier and Ives print

I awoke..to see the pale December solar rays
painting pastel splashes of sunlight and rainbows on the carpet

in the town of ‘saints’ – Saint Mary’s?
or in the city of ‘angels’- Los Angeles?

no matter..I was back inside the sleepy-warm protective circle
of your arms again
watching the ribbons of light streaming across the bed
bathing our faces in gentle pink-gold
and coaxing out eyelids to blink open..as I snuggled near you
in a surge of delicious contentment
curling my toes..and tracing the delicate sun-laced patterns
on your strong, tan arm with my fingertips

I had to squeeze my eyes tightly
to keep the glad-tears back

a great welling up of thanksgiving spread joyously within me
and nearly burst open..then you stirred
I smelled your cheek, you sniffed my ear..and oh! the dear
familiar scents of each other’s skin and hair
that formed an almost unbearable lump of tenderness in our throats!

yes, you..oh, you remembered too!
but you recalled our past loving-times
with the fainter knowing-things of the you-of-you

and I recalled with more vivid recollection
of the recent growing-things
more easily called forth from the brain’s memory bank
added to the deeper knowing-things of the me-of-me

“good morning, darling”

“darling, good morning”

..my Comforter has returned

my eyes began to fill again
at the sound of your voice, newly remembered..so long ago learned
and I sobbed softly, as you whispered

..how could you know the words?

“shhh! be still my love, be still
..I’m here”

we smiled at each other in a deep, deep knowing
then felt the hunger growing
yes! I have been here before, I know the breeze
beyond the window..the cool of the air..the musty scent of your hair
the sounds outside the door
you have been mine before

unexpectedly, I trembled, remembering the intimacies
the shared private words and touches no one knew but you
we had murmured and exchanged
in the deep blue velvet night behind us

then fell from there..from the dizzy height of other galaxies
through immeasurable miles of space
floating back down, love drenched..returning
into each other’s arms again
and afterwards..

our cheeks glistened with tears
from the intensity of our passion

and from our deep-felt gratitude..for the quiet peace
of its fulfillment in each other

I’m glad you awakened the overflowing wells of my love
that December morning
for the very first time
..in the sunlight

now I feel like a stream..yes
I know how a stream feels, rushing out to meet the river
that draws it on..and on and on..into the ocean
then into final Oneness with the Universe

we forgive each other now
and flow together into our ocean of Oneness
through the deeper rivers of our souls
which now hear chords of music they did not hear
in former Body Temples
yes, I’m glad glad glad
that it was you, who knew – and released my mystery
my flowing love..in the sunlight

then I loped over to the window
remembering your half-teasing whisper, after our “spring”

“darling, we love like this
because we are a god and goddess
from the Oober galaxy of stars
not from Mars
and we love all Earthlings
but we belong only to each other”

..as I began to croon
a tangled up Mother Goose tune

this is the day they give miracles away
with half a pound of peppermint tea!

but I never got to tell you what I was singing
there were too many little hurry-bells ringing!
we had to get dressed and fly outside
to see the world for the very first time..all clean and fresh
and bright and shining

oh! Merry Christmas everyone!

God bless Tiny Tim
Anne with an ‘e’
all baby druids everywhere
and lovely Scrooges too

and all that day – we ran up and down that holly-berry town
giving miracles away

then we stopped in C.C. Brown’s, for some peppermint tea
served by a jolly lady, with snow white hair
wearing crinkles and twinkles and holiday smiles…
who was obviously Ms. Santa Claus
just helping out in the rush hour…

and beaming little splashes of joy on us
as we floated there in our cherry wood booth
gazing on each other like delighted children
dizzied and dazzled by a glittering Christmas tree

with a wondrous star
at the very tip top..Star of Truth
our love had opened up for us to see
for we had learned that the more miracles of happiness
we gave away to others..the more we had left for you and me

Hey Mystes, Muses and Sol seekers alike

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5ALKAaa-TU

Broke on through to the Other Side......
standing solo on the New Year's fringe;
a Guinness in one hand, a Scotch in the other.
Two hands but only one mouth....a REAL drinking problem.

Step right up!
The godspell according to James indeed.
A messianic message of Living Life full throttle with no helmet.
One quarter, One ride.
Every One gets a turn.
Get in. Sit down. Shut up and Hold on!

I agree Tara.
I like the Way you think.
Life is too short to fret and regret.
There are no answers anyway.....only Questions.
And that is what I seek....more Quest-eons!

In All serious diatribe, I am far from one to sit and stir.
I prefer Wandering and Pondering is All.
And although I in joy every morsel of this Strange Place called hOMe
I cannot help to want to know It's ingredients.

The philosophy you reefer to
is One that has sustained my sanity
through every bite of every meal.
Take the Good with the bad
and leave what you don't need.

I am just trying to standUnder what that IS.

What I need and do not need.

When I read books like Mutant Message Down Under
about the Simple Real People of the Aboriginal tribes in Australia,
I feel like a mannequin adorned with T.V. commercials;
boraged with materialistic imaginings of Lifeless Lost Soles
who carefully market Sheeple to mask their True Selves.
Placing All value on what lies in the Sense's peripheral.

The casket that surrounds my Being
insulates and disallows me from real eyesing
My True Self.

The Being that yearns for what is True.
What can be counted on.
That which holds steadfast in the darkest of corners.
The deepest depths of dispair,
Truth is there.
Lying patiently as Hope
in Pandora's Box.

A Place I have yet to know and solemnly swear to find.
A search that will take me beyond this place, I imagine.
A search that begins hear.

With Intimacy....

With my Self.

With You.

With every KnowFlake who wishes to reTurn hOMe.

With every Witness who reads silently in the dark,
there on their laptops and PC's.
Waiting.
Watching.
Hoping.
Staring.....

With every stranger I will come to know as Friend in the end.

We all are in our own prisons with out each Other;
for the walls we have built around our Selves
entrench us within ourselves.

Alienating people from Being Human.


We just have to Get Together and share.

Intomesee will take Us there.




Thanks for the drink
and the Good conversation.
Last Call and headin' to bed.

Chin up.





Chahles

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iU3u5UDjYeY

Gotta Lotta Love hear.



Chahlie

Hello EveryOne,

Just thought I'd stop by and say hi and listen to the groovy tunes that are playing on the jukebox for awhile.



You know, I think you've found at least one answer. It's threaded through both the songs you've played here.

out everyone
and don't forget to
"Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try and love one another right now"

Take care and Be Well EveryOne

Neil and Jim~
2 of the best Spirit Soothers
this world has ever beheld.
Glad to see they're
still helping you along the
way too, Chahlie.


Tara, I hope the Universe
has tilted in a more
beautiful way for you these days.
Or whatever had made your
heart weary, sailed away.


Is the key relentless faith
in the face of a material, misguided world?
I'm trying meself to find
a way inbetween being in the grid( unbeknownst to myself)
and Off the Grid.
Remaining Unplugged
in a Plugged-in-World.
Inside, where it most matters.
The World can never take that away.

You're all missed--
Love to You All
with Huge Flowings from
my Heart.

Lisa

PLAY> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUS49XSN6Zs


Halo One and All~
My my has it been too long....!!!
IT seems like for Ever since we have been together.


I hope every One has outlasted the Winter Spell
and shares the Eternal Hope of Spring
the warm Vernal Sun will bring.

I for One am pleased to share this veil lifting
with those Mystes who forget not
IT's promise.

Join me in saluting the Majestic Abundance
Mother Nature reLeases in this Time to come~

We are Hear
and waiting to Be heard~

Speak NOW
and for Ever have Your Peace.

HEAR IT Comes....




Chahles

Hey there Chahles,

It's so good to see the Vernal Sun or Oester herself has brought you back out of the burrow you seemingly disappeared into since the groundhog saw his shadow on the day of your Solar return. Hopefully they will bring the rest of our CE friends out to play as well. I see you're playing one of my favorite on the jukebox today. Love that one! Many thanks and and Ostara to you and everyone. Hope to see you all here again soon.

PLAY> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wZ3ZG_Wams

Halo Venus~
Yes, it was getting quite lonesome and boring down in the Whole.
Although I relish the Time between Equinoxes,
I have missed my Friends hear and the friendly conversation between like Minds.

There is a Special bond between the One and Self,
that offers insight to the True Purepose of One's Being
whilst Being Alone.
There is both a certain freedom and restraint offered
when One cannot share with an Other.
The dialogue becomes much more personal. Deeply in tense.
More intense than the mindless clatter that transpires between Two.
All most a confession of sorts that brings forth
the Answers we seek.
There is no lying to One' Self.
There is no pretending to Be an Other.
The Words ring Truest from One's own voice to One Self
As IF we are two within One.

Some may call them Guardian Angles
Other the Etheric or Higher Self.
And even Still, the subConscious.
Some Doctors prefer borderline personalities....

Recognizing the Power of Being a Lone
can elevate One
to the level of Truly standing Under.

How Ever

We share this same Space
on this little peace of ground
Togather our experiences
as a Collective Force of Nature
to propel and raise the Conscious Evolution
of our Spirit
to align with that which
has All owed Us
Life to begin With.

I for One am glad to have such Intomesee
with All of You.







Chahles

Hi Chahles,

I see you've got yet another groovy tune playing on the jukebox today - its title so in tune with the name of this site. Higher Ground ~ Conscious Evolution. God, I hope it always is an upward climb after each lifetime and not up and down like a yo-yo or one step forward and two steps back.

Yes, it's very true that time spent alone connecting with the Higher Self is a precious gift and an absolute necessity for the seeker of knowledge and insights. The long, cold, dark days of winter, so silent and still are an excellent time to indulge that need.

But you are right - too much alone time can get kind of lonesome. We do come equipped with the need to share our experiences and connect the dots of our existence. What better time than the Vernal Equinox - when days and nights are of equal length - to regain the balance and converse with other souls of like-mind?

I for one am glad you stopped in to say hello and play your melodies and speak your truth with us here. You always give us plenty of food for thought. No one here will ever go hungry, that's for sure. I hope you and our other friends will stop in again soon. Until then be well and blessed be.

Dear Chahles,

I see I missed the first anniversary of the opening of the Last Chance Cafe by just one day! on this three-year-old thread.

Well I should clean the tables and windows and wait for patrons. Venus for one has been in to see if the Cafe is open for the season.

While I'm waiting to see if I can serve anyone a drink, I'll just go back and read some old messages written on the cyber walls...

"A ravenous Mind
devouring limitless portions
of Information and Experience...
Digesting each mindfull
with deliberate discrimination
Allowing All content
to savor my palate
while relishing in their flavors
and fullness of Content.
Everything was possible.
Anything would suffice.
It was All
contained
With In me."

Yup, that's where the Kingdom is, and all Creation. Is this knowledge becoming more obvious to earthlings these days?

"The Loss of In no sense
somewhere a long
the Path
has given me
a Road most traveled.
New Quest-eons
with different utensils and Words.
A Map drawn with conclusions....
I find the Who
with Where and When
and How to get get Them.
The Mystical has become the mundane
leaving
the Why to stand a Lone.

Purrhaps the True Original Sin....as quoted by Lisa hear..."

Ah but Chahles...
Innocense was in fact NEVER LOST.
We just thought it was (the only sin, the original sin).
But that was just an illusion.
Eternity has stored all of our treasures
intact.

I just had to toss in my first COINS
found in INnOCenSe.

Hope I can earn some more to spend soon.

Come back everyone-- It's spring! Beltane! Have some refreshments.



Calling one and all-- where are you?

What a glorious picture of wildflowers Lisa posted with all the lupines and poppies I think. Does anyone know what all those other light blue flowers are?

"I remember during a shaman journey I took, (ayahuasca, if any are curious) I had a vision:

Walking down a city street, in place of all the people on the sidewalk, were flames, as those appearing at the tops of matchsticks. No flesh, no blood, no clothes or hair, just FIRE.

It provided a link in my unconsciousness about creation; the elements providing a temple to house the everlasting light of where we "come" from, (a spark of electricity, of thought itself) the earth providing our "destination," (land, water, physical flesh & blood) the wind blowing us through time into ashes, the planets guiding our steps...

All of it happening in the connection of time and anti-time; creation and fulfillment, born and dying at the same "time," as the sparks of light we get from the sun live through us, amongst us, burning within us.

I often wonder now if the apparent decrease in our ability to simply live within this fire, without all of its "contraptions," (those damn cell phones, iPods, computerized equipment) is due to the creation of all these "contraptions;" the light within us which could be used for creation of love, of solace, of tenderness for the planet and its inhabitants, is in fact "used up" by the electricity, (and therefore, fire) we force into our cell phones, our computers, our numerous so-called "time-savers," which - honestly - I don't think save time at all.

Perhaps we should focus less on enduring time, and more on enjoying it.

Tara"

What a FEAST of a dream/vision!!!!!! Thanks for the sun on this cold wet day. In fact the sun just peeked out for about one second!

Chahles, Lisa and others: Did you know that about seven years ago, Veneo (Kelly) and woodchiro (Troy) invited any and all knowflakes to Kentucky, and anessene (Tara), Chakrena (Brenda), Venus (Tracey) and I all gathered there? That seems miraculous now. You can imagine the chatfest that was. What a fond memory!

Tara, if you haven't given up gadgets for good, type out a hello if you can.

"I'm inclined to think that cell phones and emails might be the physical bridge that will lead us back to our spiritual selves. Back to the source where no physical body is needed. With these modern day apparatuses we are but one step away from communicating with each other telepathically at the speed of Light. The question is, how soon will we get there? The new Mayan cycle is only a few short years away...."

Hey Venus,
I can make you a mudslide if the bartender doesn't show up soon. A water sun dirt rising should be good for something.

I agree with your above observation, that the invention of the internet was just so Aquarian, a step to retrain us toward our more natural way of communicating, now that the age of Babel is passing.

With all that was invented in just over the last hundred years, from the camera and telephone to the internet, it's mindblowing to see how it all speeded up time.

Let's just grab the gold ring and jump off the whirled carousel for some quiet celebration in the Last Chance Cafe.

Hi folks,

Excuse my monologuing today but taking advantage of both computer working and time! The sun IS coming out as "we speak" and soon a friend will be joining me for a walk.

Tara: "With regards to the "Source," personally? I don't want to go back. At least not until I'm dead. Like I said, I may have some disagreement coming at me after I write this, but hear me out, folks:

Why is it that in the midst of the physical beauty that is our planet; of separateness and individuality; all we want to do is escape it? If where we came from is where we'll go back to, why hurry? Why try to change our planet so that it's "closer to heaven," (in other words: "closer to what we ASSUME is our heaven") if our original intent was to have a place where we could joyously congregate, LIVING as One and yet not-as-One; a place where we can celebrate our Source, and live within it, but without it at the same time?"

Well sister Tara, I believe your sense regarding hurrying makes sense, if we are indeed created to enjoy being in the present.

Could we even live at all without our Source???

My answer as to what you wrote would be that how we see is key to how we live. If we see the earth as a heaven then it is, and if we see it as a hell then it is. Do you agree?

Dear Tara,

So nice to chat with you, and it only takes me about a year to reply, lol...

You had asked for thoughts on telepathy, and here goes:

"However, I still stand firm on my belief that telepathic communication, (as you've described it) is not only dangerous, but impossible. I don't think it will ever occur. Nor would I want it to."

I would like to share that it is both possible to communicate telepathically as well as possibly free of danger, from what I can see.

We all have experienced flashes of telepathy, like when we get a flash and know who is calling us right before the phone starts ringing. Like Tracey said, it IS possible to deliberately direct thoughts and have them be received. I know because I experimented, more than once, and it worked. Not knowing I was doing this experiment, a few days later the person confirmed the received message and remarked that "it was SO ODD" that it caused him to check the time on the clock. The message was received THE SECOND I sent it.

I do have tons to say about the subject and may not get to it all here and now, but let's hold the thought.

For one thing, I believe that we are wise to work on our own unshakeable peace of mind so that no matter what is directed at us, we have peace and serenity, no matter what! If we received a message of anger or hate, well, being whole, we can understand where the sender is coming from, having been there ourselves, and know that all is healed.

How often do words chosen fail to convey our actual meaning or intent, or seem inadequate?

The example you give of thinking a thought and meaning it but not really meaning it is a good one because the pureness of one's heart and intent always does come across, so it's not even necessary to select words.

It's hard to describe but you know when you are having a dream and you can receive a LONG message in an instant? But the instant is all that is needed to comprehend?

We won't always want to have to hide as Adam and Eve symbolically tried to hide from God in the garden... Maybe when we try to hide our true selves, especially from ourselves, that is what brings suffering, the notion of death, etc.

I'll leave this as an opener to more conversation if anyone is interested, and then get back to finishing reading the thread to see if anyone did share their thoughts on this website, our telepathy on training wheels.

I'll have a cherry limeade.

Big hugs, PD. I love reading your stuff.

Maria

And a quarter in the jukebox...

Hey there PD,

It's so good to see you here. I sure have missed you and your Neptunian pearls of wisdom. Whatcha been up to these days? All fun and intriguing things, I hope.

Sure, I'd love that mudslide if you still want to whip one up. I haven't had one of those since the one you made for me last summer. I've been sticking to raspberry green tea these days.

Well, I sure do hope to see you in here again soon so we can chat about whatever topic has been piquing your interest these days. Knowing you, it'll be an interesting one.

Be Well and Blessed Be

Good morning,

Just made a cup of sunshine tea -- lots of lemon mmmmmmm and honey. Would love to share.

Well over 21,000 peeks into the Last Chance Cafe, and I hope the people who left their thoughts return.

Venus, what a delightful Christmas post you wrote with that exquisite writing of Linda in Gooberz . What a treasure that book is. I know you are one person who is always ready and willing to jump across the threshhold of the door where Linda took us.

I found a good poem in my son's literature book to describe the mistakes I have made -- namely to ever just assume or expect that an 'other' was ready and willing to experience true love-- intomesee-- and so transcend the insane world for the real world. I have learned to just swoop and say hello but remain high in the pine branches, to be content to dive below waves by myself, and just enjoy the scenery while waiting for the real thing in some just right quest-eon. And I do find glad company from time to time. I know I have often seen patrons from the Last Chance Cafe wherever I go.

Love Without Love
by Luis Llorens Torres, translated by Julio Marzan

I love, because in my thousand and one nights of
dreams,
I never once dreamed of you.
I looked down paths that traveled from afar,
but it was never you I expected.
Suddenly, I've felt you flying through my soul
in quick, lofty flight,
and how beautiful you seem way up there, far
from my always idiot heart!
Love me that way, flying over everything
And, like the bird on its branches, land in my
arms, only to rest
then fly off again.
Be not like the romantic ones who, in love, set me
on fire.
When you climb up my mansion,
enter so lightly, that as you enter
the dog of my heart will not bark.



So, sorry guys, I get it now, from now on I know where to seek true love and where not to. I'm grateful for your lessons and so glad you helped me.

Dear Maria,

Cherry limeade -- lemon for me -- thanks for keeping the Cafe so we can open the windows and enjoy the summer breezes soon.

Love,
PD

PS I found out there's no such thing as private thoughts, really. That's also a good thing.

* Door creaking *

The cafe is still set up real nice. The light's still on too. Can anyone come out?

Halo All in One

The long Time coming has finally arrived.
It has been quite some Time since my last post hear.
I see the Words and dates and cannot understand
where that Time has went.
This Place here for Ever grants me Peace,
as it is formidable in that test of Time.
And I am truly thank full for that.
I am blessed to find this Place Still.
Thank You Maria for keeping it safe.
You are a Keeper of the Safe Place and I love You for that.

You see, as everyOne else on this Blue marble,
my Life has gotten busy.
Real busy.
Too busy.
So busy, that I could not keep up with It anymore.
Whirling and twirling
the Daze melded so nicely that I stopped keeping tally.
Mondaze became Fridaze.
Saturdaze became Wednesdaze.
Each day became yesterday and tomorrow?
Tomorrow became today.

My father always said,"The older you get, the faster IT goes".
I would all ways laugh at him, thinking the old man lost his Mind.
WHAT goes faster? I would think. Time is time. It never changes....
He would sigh at the thought of Christmas coming.
He would smile at my excitment writing down my list for St. Nick.
And sigh.
I asked him what he wanted for Christmas
and he would always say....."to be a kid again."
That would really make me laugh.
To think, to be a kid again?!
All I wanted to Be was grown up!
An adult. A person.

I didn't know why any adult would ever want to be a kid?!
Sheesh.

Adults get to do whatever they want.
They have no one telling them what to do.
Where to go.
When to go to bed.
How much sugar they could eat.
What time to come home.
Who to hang out with.

They were free.

Free to make their lives any way they wanted.
Free to make choices on what ever they wanted.
Free to Be
Whomever they wanted.
All the Time.

They were in charge.
Steadily mapping out their lives to find and fulfill their
wants and needs.
Forging their destiny.

What a great Time that must Be, I thought.
I cannot wait for that Time.
My Time.


Well, as the story goes...
"Life is what happens when your busy making other plans."

Over the course of the years,
The body outgrows the need for Christmas lists
The Mind outgrows the need for classrooms
The child outgrows the need for childhood
while Time keeps tally.

The events of one's Life unfolds before them.
Some with conscious choices
While others taken by surprise in Fate's simple twists.
Schools ends...
Work begins....
Friends come and go
Work continues
Family scatters about
Realationships form and fold
Marriage
Children
Work persists
Holidaze
Vacation Daze
Sick Daze
Work demands
Memories
Hopes
Dreams
Aspirations
Anxieties
Frivolities
Work
Used to be's
Wanna be's
Shoulda beens
Coulda beens
Work exists.

The cycle of Life
turns round and round
like the hands of a clock
The sands of Time
flowing through our fingers
while we watch the clock.
And Wonder where IT went?
As IF,
IT went somewhere.

Time doesn't pass through this Place.
We do.

IF we're not care full
we just might miss IT.

We might miss The Chance
to see right through this Place.
To see deep into the looking glass
to the origins of those sands.
To see into me
beyond my Self
Where only others exist.
To see Time as a chance
to Be One with All others
within our Self.
The True Intimacy of Intomesee.

Into Me See
has occurred to me.

A Gift has been bestowed to me by the Grace of the UniVerse.
In the midst of my busyness
In the fervor of my angst of Living
While I was occupied with the doings of my Life
I was given a Gift.
Without my doing, my Life was changed.

As my Consciousness came to,
in a familiar stairwell in my house,
Steps I have climbed thousands of times
have brought me there.
Awaking to the stupor of pain
I discovered I had fallen backwards down the Flight
to land outside my Self and body.

As I reMember
I can't recall the event
as most accidents do
that left me lying unconscious and broken.
In the hands of a Greater Force than my will.

The moment was surreal
and forever trapped in my Mind.
I walked my body to bed and fell asleep.
As dawn arrived, my Life had changed.
The intense pain brought me to the ER
with grave looks of concern and scare.
The kind eyes and cold machines that scanned my flesh
revealed the words, "Please sit still, you have broken your neck".

I have broken my C2 and C7 vertebrae.

"How can that Be!?!"

"I am alive. I am still here. I am walking and talking.
You must be mistaken.
Why are you looking at me that Way?"





As I write them now
It is hard to see and say.
It is something I still cannot understand.
It is only by the Grace of God that I can speak this now.
To share this with All of You
who too
seek
Intimacy.


Seeing into me now was is easy as closing my eyes.


Recovery has been slow.
My Mind has melded in realms I can not understand.
Friends have appeared from lost shadows.
Family has healed from hidden hurts.
Strangers stare and quickly look away.

The time crawls now,
as IT did as a kid.
Blending the days together into weeks.
Slowly sitting and staring
Out the looking glass of Time
Out my window as the Seasons change.
Wondering and wandering again
As I always do
in my Mind,
How I am gifted each day with this Allowance of Life.
The ability to wake.
To see. To smell. To Touch. To FEEL.
The ability to be able.
The ability to play.
The ability to work....

The ability to share with Others.

How Blessed I am, to know You All!

All of You who stare and share into me see hear.

All of You
Who have crossed my Path
for what Ever reason,
in what ever Season
I wish to say thank You
for our Time hear
and for sharing Your Self with me and Others
in Our Hopes and Dreams of changing this Whirled
to the Place of True Conscious Evolution;
where people like Greg and Ginny saw the Vision
of Heaven on Earth.
A Safe Place of Kindred Spirits.

All of You.
You know Who You Are.
I thank You and humbly ask
for Give ness...

For Giving me
and Your Self
this Gift of Intimacy and Understanding.
I am humbly and Truly thank Full.

I have missed IT hear and wish IT for All of Us.

Each and every One of Us.




Chahles