I lost the comments when I re-uploaded, so here they are from the original upload:
liam
Guardian of the Threshold:
Watching this podcast last night, eating a pint of non-dairy salted caramel cluster ice cream. I enjoy your talks very much! Cheers...look forward to your next one!
Cutting Through the Matrix:
You had me at 'non-dairy salted caramel cluster ice cream'!
NoMoreLies:
This was such an uplifting, lovely episode. I loved your stories. You also have a beautiful light like you described Agina((spelling?) as having. Thank you for sharing your light! ~Freedom Aka -Tammy
Cutting Through the Matrix:
Thank you, Tammy! I shared the post with Ajeana last night and was so pleased to receive a message that she loved the podcast and appreciated my words about her and her sister. I will continue to encourage her to start sharing her writing publicly.
Beautiful music, all of it! There's nothing like it. It's so beautifully reminiscent of a knowing only glimpsed by some throughout a lifetime. So 'us' at the core of it's purity, gaity, complexity. It is very strange what people steal. 20 pairs of underpants from a blind man's drawers, then a digital speaking watch. Now they've decided it's a great idea to fit a keysafe - objections overruled. Evidence: inadmissable. Sounds like the old community, you'd all contribute and all benefit. I used to visit the local cemetary for the relief of some peace; no upstairs neighbour, no traffic, no agitated people. Just birds, squirrels, and the mystery of all those who lived and died and in between saw heard and knew much of the same and much diferent. Can't help but wonder what their story was, what anyone's is. Well, not anyone's because not everyone has ventured beyond circumstantial limitations.
Serena, You are such a good writer! I think as long as someone somewhere still wanders cemeteries and tells random, odd stories to anyone who listens, then there's still life. Still life.
Melissa, thank you. Our stories are the arteriel pathways through enternity, you inspire all that is witten in response. I sold myself to a tiny start-up on a magazine which shunned celebs. ‘Extract’ magazine, real people real stories' ‘was run on passion for the extraordinary stories from those dismissed as ordinary. The ad industry couldn’t ‘place it’, didn’t ‘get it’. Tragic, they all run extract style reportage now on the bland.
I have an image of a German cookie press gun. Everyone I know is eating Christmas trees, but I talk to someone in another country and he tells me that they're eating bells and yet another reports that it's hearts as far as the eye can see. Same gun, same dough.
I lost the comments when I re-uploaded, so here they are from the original upload:
liam
Guardian of the Threshold:
Watching this podcast last night, eating a pint of non-dairy salted caramel cluster ice cream. I enjoy your talks very much! Cheers...look forward to your next one!
Cutting Through the Matrix:
You had me at 'non-dairy salted caramel cluster ice cream'!
NoMoreLies:
This was such an uplifting, lovely episode. I loved your stories. You also have a beautiful light like you described Agina((spelling?) as having. Thank you for sharing your light! ~Freedom Aka -Tammy
Cutting Through the Matrix:
Thank you, Tammy! I shared the post with Ajeana last night and was so pleased to receive a message that she loved the podcast and appreciated my words about her and her sister. I will continue to encourage her to start sharing her writing publicly.
Beautiful music, all of it! There's nothing like it. It's so beautifully reminiscent of a knowing only glimpsed by some throughout a lifetime. So 'us' at the core of it's purity, gaity, complexity. It is very strange what people steal. 20 pairs of underpants from a blind man's drawers, then a digital speaking watch. Now they've decided it's a great idea to fit a keysafe - objections overruled. Evidence: inadmissable. Sounds like the old community, you'd all contribute and all benefit. I used to visit the local cemetary for the relief of some peace; no upstairs neighbour, no traffic, no agitated people. Just birds, squirrels, and the mystery of all those who lived and died and in between saw heard and knew much of the same and much diferent. Can't help but wonder what their story was, what anyone's is. Well, not anyone's because not everyone has ventured beyond circumstantial limitations.
Serena, You are such a good writer! I think as long as someone somewhere still wanders cemeteries and tells random, odd stories to anyone who listens, then there's still life. Still life.
Melissa, thank you. Our stories are the arteriel pathways through enternity, you inspire all that is witten in response. I sold myself to a tiny start-up on a magazine which shunned celebs. ‘Extract’ magazine, real people real stories' ‘was run on passion for the extraordinary stories from those dismissed as ordinary. The ad industry couldn’t ‘place it’, didn’t ‘get it’. Tragic, they all run extract style reportage now on the bland.
I have an image of a German cookie press gun. Everyone I know is eating Christmas trees, but I talk to someone in another country and he tells me that they're eating bells and yet another reports that it's hearts as far as the eye can see. Same gun, same dough.
They put fences around cemeteries because people are just dying to get in.
Why is not advisable to take GPS to a cemetery?
Because you don’t want to hear ‘you’ve reached your final destination’.