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Post by Charlotte on Aug 1, 2013 9:04:59 GMT -5
Hoping to make a fortune , I took 32 vinyl albums I had saved to a Record Shop, was told they're doing invertory and will contact me after sorting through them. Doing so, I felt nostalgic as I held them one by one and looked at all the cover art, undecided whether to part with them or not. Among them Paul's Ram Album with the song "Heart of the Country", especially since I have been dreaming this past month how nice it would be to have a little home in the country surrounded by trees, a garden to plant flowers and vegetables, maybe chickens, geese, and whatever animals would come and stay. Something like the bumper sticker I saw yesterday: The more I meet people the more I love my dog. Among these albums transporting me from below to above, some touching me deeply emotionally. Begins after 15 addvertisement seconds And
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Post by Don Barone on Aug 1, 2013 11:43:41 GMT -5
Hi Charlotte unless you need the money or there is no room for them anymore my advice is to hang on to them. As we get older memories are very precious and selling them is almost sacrilegious. Best DB
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Post by Charlotte on Aug 2, 2013 6:58:19 GMT -5
Conserning money, Don, they pay 1 or a few $, it's more a lack of space. I get the sentiment of keeping them, times and events are stored in the library of my Mind and life has moved on. Reminds me of a Lady I work for occasionally, almost every time I come to her house "Phantom of the Opera" is playing.
Also among the albums, "Houses of the Holy" by Led Zep, and sitting with Elders of a gentle race
One of my favorites "The Rain Song", looks like the sea of people at Woodstock, but they weren't featured there.
Speaking of Woodstock, I gave those albums away but kept my botton. Wonder what it is worth, surely not as much as it influenced and helped to change the American mindset to a degree.
Also the round album by "Grand Funk Railroad", the only song I remember touching me deeply "Closer to Home"
If you return me to my home place I will kiss you Mother Earth Take me back now, take me back now To the port of my birth.
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Post by Don Barone on Aug 2, 2013 7:08:57 GMT -5
Hi Charlotte ... Yes I think I understand. I went out as you know and bought a nice reel to reel tape deck then hooked up my turntable that had been sitting in a box for over 7 years then spent several hundred dollars on tapes and old albums only to find ... you can't go home again. It just wasn't the same. Especially with most of the songs so readily available as mp3's. Yes that era has gone and as sad as it is the memories are still quite vivid but they can not be replayed or relived. " Memories ... sweetened through the ages just like wine ... "
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Post by Charlotte on Aug 2, 2013 8:10:48 GMT -5
As Mr. Hall said, ours is the challenge of forever becoming - as is the Universe in tandem with us
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Post by Charlotte on Aug 3, 2013 7:10:33 GMT -5
And there was Arlo Guthrie
Good morning America, how are you?
And in Woodstock, in a sea of mud . . .
Haven't heard from the record shop, should there be a problem I'll take them back.
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Post by Don Barone on Aug 3, 2013 22:03:41 GMT -5
And there was Arlo Guthrie
Good morning America, how are you?
Still have my original album of this
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Post by Charlotte on Aug 5, 2013 8:24:09 GMT -5
It was among those I took to the store. So was It's a Beautiful Day Marrying Maiden These songs border on the Sublime, the first 5 minutes as if wandering through the wilderness searching for Mana, then searching for the Dolphins in the Sea: Lord this old world is mellow Fill your Cup with Love And the Essence of now Poetry in Song And so you ask my Friend Just who I am I'm the Prince of music here My name is Essence in the Land of Now And so I sing my song In the Land of now Running so free In the Land of Now I just had to see you Can you really tell your Destiny Why was it you couldn't see That where you are was the best place to be 6005 miles past before the fog would let me see We fall in love and forget our daily sorrow Visit the country Folk for some hoa down music Climbing up on Soapstone Mountain Way up high where the Spirits run free And find myself in Promised Land. Higher and higher they take us Little theoretical physics: you are as happy as you see He went on the roof Saw the nickel-plated night sky Saw the celebrated rainbow Saw the stars were still there The Truth was still there Can you remember the Sun? I shortened and added to the lyrics Feeling good going to work Thinking of taking the albums back
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Post by Don Barone on Aug 6, 2013 20:35:46 GMT -5
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Post by Charlotte on Aug 8, 2013 8:52:36 GMT -5
Thanks Don,
Memories of loved Jerry Garcia, August 1, 1942 - August 9, 1995, who in His time changed my life. The Grateful Dead made us laugh and cry and at times when you could hear a pin drop, brought us to our knees.
A song for everyone
Beautiful jam here
The great jam
Somebody robbed the Glendal train this morning half past nine Somebody rubbed the Glendale train I swear it I aint lyin' Charly Jones was the engineer He had twenty years on the line Hi kissed his wife at the station gate This morning at six thirty-five Now everything went fine 'till half past-nine Then Charly looked up and he saw There was men on horses, men with guns And no sign of the law..............
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Post by Charlotte on Aug 16, 2013 9:31:19 GMT -5
Not having heard a word from the rather large record shop I took my albums too, I reclaimed them yesterday. Among them known but lesser played on the radio.
Quicksilver Messenger Service
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Post by Don Barone on Aug 20, 2013 19:50:56 GMT -5
Not having heard a word from the rather large record shop I took my albums too, I reclaimed them yesterday. Among them known but lesser played on the radio. Quicksilver Messenger Service I'm glad they are back where they belong !!!!!!
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Post by Charlotte on Aug 21, 2013 7:14:42 GMT -5
Thanks Don, I'm kinda glad to have them back, had this feeling they would keep them hoping I forget, was too lazy to stop by, or didn't care.
I see you traveling once more the Universe at large.
Hope life and work is good and the swimming pool just the right temperature.
Love
Charlotte
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Post by Charlotte on Sept 12, 2013 9:06:42 GMT -5
The ultimate lawn mower of the practical Germans
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Post by Charlotte on Sept 16, 2013 7:37:19 GMT -5
Long time since I heard this song, yesterday.
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Post by Charlotte on Apr 5, 2014 9:00:53 GMT -5
Friends of mine just came back from modern Germany
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 1, 2014 8:05:07 GMT -5
On my vacation, a Heartbeat past, I quietly walked into my Mother's room, stood by her bedside and whispered "Mutti". She turned her head and as her weary eyes met mine a smile, ever so slowly, came to her face, and in some such profound 10 seconds between Her and me, her face transformed.... After a minute or so she looked at me again and said my name, Lotte. She paused again, then said "did you come extra so far to see me? Her humility shamed me.
My Mother in a wheelchair, I sitting next to her, daily, we spent a little time looking out the window watching birds and ducks and she showed me the nests in the trees. She did this every day, she said, "to let the time go by". Sometimes, she said, "I dream", about what I asked, "that I could do everything for myself again". We reviewed events and remembered people we knew, and she remembered names I had forgotten. I did not say goodbye to her as we left for the airport, early in the morning.
Two days ago, my Mother "left us", as my Sister put it. Have mercy dear God, bless her, and remember her in thy Kingdom.
Where she lived, the passing of a person is announced by the smallest Church Bell.
I repulse the Lightening I mourn the Dead I call the Living
Schiller
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 2, 2014 7:45:28 GMT -5
Hopefully I corrected all my mistakes in the previous post. Consoling is that only our body eventually is exhausted of potential, as Mr. Hall put it, the light bulb burns out, the currency remains.
To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveler returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Hamlet
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Post by daz407 on Jun 4, 2014 7:40:53 GMT -5
My deepest sympathies Charlotte, I lost my mother in 2012 and know what your feeling. May all of our mothers be in the arms of our Dear Lord.
With Respect.
Daz
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 5, 2014 7:44:45 GMT -5
Thank you, Daz. I remember you telling us of your Mother's passing, and thinking of my Mother, I for the first time fully comprehend
Honor thy Father and Mother.
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Post by Don Barone on Jun 6, 2014 7:36:46 GMT -5
So sorry to hear Charlotte Returning to a post back in 2004: The pain of losing a parent is intense because we can never remember a time without them. The bond is very intense and the mind fills with the good memories of a wonderful childhood and the joy and love which filled our lives. And as we remember, the tears come
Pass the tea and sympathy for the good old days long gone Let's drink a toast to those who most believe in what they've won. It's a long, long time till morning plays wasted on the dawn I'll not write another line for my true love is gone.
And when I have no dreams to give you anymore I'll light a blazing fire and wait within the door and throw my life away "I wonder why ?" they will say and now I lay me down to sleep forever and a day
Pass the tea and sympathy for the good old days are dead Let's drink a toast to those who best survived the life they led. It's a long long time 'til morning so build your fires high now I lay me down to sleep forever by your side
Read more: ahatmose2002.proboards.com/thread/388/journey-life-paintings?page=1#ixzz33rUbGDiURead more: ahatmose2002.proboards.com/thread/388/journey-life-paintings?page=1#ixzz33rU8PVdNand that Bernhard sent to me: I am not there - I do not sleep. For I am thousand winds that blow and diamond's glint upon the snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, the soft and gentle autumn rain. When you awake in morning's hush I'll be the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight, timeless stars that shine at night. So, don't stand at my grave and cry for I'm not there - I did not die. .... " i got this poem right now by a young lady, working aside me, assisting me, being one of my most appreciated colleagues ("sonja" ) ! with kind regards: Bernhard
Read more: ahatmose2002.proboards.com/thread/388/journey-life-paintings?page=1#ixzz33rUnCh5nWith love
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 7, 2014 6:42:15 GMT -5
Thank you, Don, I remember your Mother's passing as well. I made a little shrine for my Mother and Father, pray and speak to my Parents daily.
Thank you also for the Poems and posts from another life-time, really, wonder how Bernhard, JohnDM, and Julia et al are doing, good I hope. Life is precious.
Hope you and family are having a great summer.
Please say hello and love returned.
Charlotte
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Post by Charlotte on Sept 7, 2014 8:30:00 GMT -5
Called a 'Horror Thriller" on the radio, the film "As Above So Below" treats of a group of people in search of the Philosophers Stone, in this case the "Flamel Stone", hoping to discover the secrets leading to eternal life. A girl named Scarlett finds "the Rose Key" in Iran, which leads them to the Catacombs under Paris. I haven't seen the film and doubt I will, but in my Universe that would be associated with the Rosicrucians. I'm taking this information from wiki.
The horror begins when they crawl through the tunnels under Paris, which collapses behind them, and happen on a tomb "with a preserved Templar Knight". Scarlett takes the stone and the tomb also collapse. She realizes too late that it is a trap, but heals her companions injuries with the stone.
They espy a Gnostic Star of David, "symbolizing "As above so below", suggesting a hidden door, opening it they see the ominous inscription "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here" in Greek". In the tunnel they find a reflection of the previous room, which, I suppose, signifies "as above so below", and encounter another series of horrible events. After all is said and done, "Scarlett realizes the Flamel Stone itself is yet another trap, and that only by returning it will she find the real stone."
Back at the crypt she "finds a polished mirror, which gives her the magical abilities of the stone", with which she heals the wounds of her boyfriend. "They jump down a deep hole, landing at the bottom, and find a manhole. Pushing it down, they pull themselves out onto the streets of Paris and to safety."
It's a film, and similar to "National Treasure" 1 and 2, brings certain ideas of the Knowledge of the Ancients to the public, which is good, but as it is portrayed compels people, philosophically uninformed and unable to grasp what is behind the Hermetic Axiom, to ask "is this real?", suggesting it touches a lost cord for who wouldn't like to be immortal.
Not verbatim, but from memory, Hermes to his Son Tat, "That which is above is like that which is below, and that which is below is like that which is above, when you grasp this meaning, my Son, that which is hidden from the many will be most manifest to you".
Better known perhaps as told to Asclepius, that Egypt is "the copy of Heaven, or rather, the place where here below are mediated and projected all operations which govern and actuate the heavenly forces..."
Or, as Sir Francis Bacon said to King James I
"... your Majesty standeth invested in of that triplicity, which in great veneration was ascribed to the ancient Hermes; the power and fortune of a king, the knowledge and illumination of a priest, and the learning and universality of a philosopher."
As it is produced, the film does bring to our attention "The Journey Perilous" to "accomplish that one needful thing" to find the Stone rejected by the Builders.
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Post by Charlotte on Sept 18, 2014 8:55:05 GMT -5
Even though the sun is still shining, it is pleasantly cool and we can breathe and think again.
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Post by Charlotte on Oct 21, 2014 9:17:57 GMT -5
Escaping from what is "trending" in what is called 'the real world', a recent headline: 'how long can (or could? )Humans live on Mars?' Should not the question be: how long can Humans live on Earth, which we are destroying with ourselves. Reminding me of the my Philosophy Teacher's words that we have the tendency to mostly look askance from what we should be looking at.
This morning, preparing my lunch, I was fascinated by the little glistening water drops of varying size on a tomato as if stars on a sphere, but that's not all, the entire tomato, as I look at it, is covered with tiny shimmering spheres which appear similar to all those faint stars the longer one looks at the firmament.
Hope everyone is well and in good Spirits.
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Post by Charlotte on Oct 26, 2014 8:52:34 GMT -5
California, super modern and anciently eternal.
Located in Fremont there about the San Francisco Bay, near San Jose, is the super high tech Tesla Assembly Plant named after the great Nikola Tesla.
Hundreds of Miles eastward, about 1½ hours from Palm Springs is Niland or Nile Land, so called for its "fertility", which could not be the soil as it is desert. There is also a town called Mecca, and El Centro, where somebody planted palm trees in the form of 3 circles and 3 triangles. I stopped at the local Café to ask who planted the trees and why in these shapes, but no one knew.
Anyhow, there in the middle of nowhere, a Mr. Leonard Knight created "Salvation Mountain" out of whatever he could find and gallons of paint people brought to him.
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Post by Charlotte on Oct 27, 2014 8:37:57 GMT -5
.... till the Cows come home
I don't know if this adage comes from the tradition of bringing cows home for the winter, would be fitting. Growing up, I dreaded Winter and dreamed of a place where the Sun shines all the time, like California, now I complain and wish for rain.
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Post by Charlotte on Oct 29, 2014 9:35:33 GMT -5
The Big Bang versus Creation
Pope Francis agrees with Mr. Hall that there is no conflict as to Creation versus Evolution, evolution being the pilgrimage of Spirit/Light, the fiat of Creation, through matter, which Pope Francis explains thusly:
"When we read about Creation in Genesis, we run the risk of imagining God was a magician, with a magic wand able to do everything. But that is not so. He created human beings and let them develop according to the eternal laws that he gave to each one so they would reach their fulfillment. God is not a divine being or a magician, but the Creator who brought everything to life. Evolution in nature is not inconsistent with the notion of creation, because evolution requires the creation of beings to evolve."
This is nice because I never believed in the Big Bang Theory, rather that Light gradually became matter called particles, carriers of energy capable of adjusting as needed by forming patterns for the observer. The wave function, and so on.
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Post by Charlotte on Oct 31, 2014 8:55:58 GMT -5
Have been looking for an interesting youtube video on Halloween, but all I scanned are grotesque and macabre which images I disdain, and which, nowadays are increasingly presented to us in film and TV, Zombies, Vampires, the walking dead etc. Apparently many people watch these projections of what the mundane world is on about.
I do like the thought of friendly Goblins "who appeared in Wales more than in some other countries, and some time ago thought I saw a Leprechaun out of the corner of my eyes, perhaps reading that if one is caught one is rewarded with "a crock of gold". That would be a Treat. I also like "fairies anciently as being Druid, in hiding from their enemies, or if not, other persons who had such cause for living concealed in subterranean places, and venturing forth only by night. The regularity and generality of this system shows that there was a body of people existing in the kingdom distinct from its known inhabitants, and either confederated, or obligated to live and meet mysteriously, and their rites, particularly of dancing round a tree, probably an oak, as Herne's etc., as well as their character for truth and probity, refer them to a Druidic origin. If this was the case, it is easy to conceive, as the Druids were persecuted by the Romans and Christians, they used these means to preserve themselves and their families, . . .and did so successfully." Maybe the origin of the Hobbit lore.
The "true origin of fairies" can be "found in the primeval mythology", but another theory "presumes that the first fairies were men and women of mortal flesh and blood, and that the later superstitions are a mere echo of tales which first were told of real beings..."
Others write that fairies and goblins are nature spirits able to traverse dimensions, and this is why we catch only a fleeting glimpse of them when they are detected and sense danger. That would be called a Trick.
Wishing everyone good evening and likeable Treats.
Just remembered the Magic Forest the Fairies inhabit, in any case it's a happy tune
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Post by Charlotte on Jan 31, 2015 10:49:05 GMT -5
Saturday is Farmer's Market.
Thankful to the 9s I am to the Farmers who bring their goods to us. They are mostly Hispanics, and for those Politicians and followers who dupe unthinking folks as to how immigrants take American jobs, let them go and work in the fields at 100+ degrees.
Videos of how California's Central Valley came about and farming.
California and Vienna, pretty nice
Shaking trees for Almonds
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