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Post by Bard

It was in Attica where two crows sprang
Raised with copper wire.....

Per link:http://www.linsdomain.com/totems/pages/crow.htm

Keeper of the Sacred Law

Crows are the keepers of the Sacred Law
and to have a Crow totem is very powerful.

Personal Integrity are your watchwords and your guide in Life.
If you have a Crow totem, your prime path
is to be mindful of your opinions and actions.
You must be willing to walk your talk,
to speak your truth and to know your life's mission.

Crow is a omen of Change.
Crow lives in the void and has no sense of time,
therefore, it sees past, present and future simultaneously.
Crow merges both light and dark, both inner and outer.
It is the totem of the Great Spirit and must be respected as such.

They are symbols of creation and spiritual strength.
Look for opportunities to create and manifest the magic of life.
Crows are messengers calling to us
about the creation and magic that is alive in the world today
and available to us.

"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves."
William Shakespeare
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Post on Tue Jan 07, 2014 12:25 am by Bard

Danny-boy: Hopefully it was a peaceful train ride.


I generally watch the videos on youtube.

Dante's Prayer

When the dark wood fell before me
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone

I did not believe because I could not see
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in the light of the stars

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

Then the mountain rose before me
By the deep well of desire
From the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and the fire

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me

Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars

Breathe life into this feeble heart
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares

Cast your eyes on the ocean
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me...

Post on Tue Jan 07, 2014 10:31 am by Cyrellys


Post on Fri Jan 10, 2014 9:21 am by Bard

But should I trespass.......
may the reverse be my lot.

Post on Fri Jan 10, 2014 10:02 am by Bard

Hobbits are a virus.......


Post on Fri Jan 10, 2014 12:08 pm by Cyrellys

MD02 wrote:Hobbits are a virus.......

This is our Titanomachia (Theogony, Hesiod 8th cent BCE)

We are the "gadfly" (Socrates, The Apology) which God has attached to the human reaction to the paradigm.

Sappho's poetry is notable especially for its energetic portrayal of feelings and passions....

Eterna Aphrodite, rainbow-throned,
you cunning, wily child of Zeus, I beg you,
do not break me, Lady,
with the pains and raging ills of love.

But come to me, if ever in the past
you heard my far-off cries 
and heeding, came,
leaving the golden home of Zeus 
in your bridled chariot.
Beautiful swift sparrows bore you,
eddying through the mid-air, their wings a-whirr,
from heaven to the dark earth,
and there they were.  And you, blessed Lady,
smiling in your immortal smile,
asked me what ailed me now;
and why I called again,
and what my mad heart most craved:

"Whom, Sappho, shall I lead to be your love
this time?
Who wrongs you now?
Even if she flees you, soon she'll chase,
and if she scorns your gifts, why she will offer hers.
And if she does not love you,
soon she'll love, although she does not want to."

To this add that Heraclitus remarked the "limits of Soul you could not discover, though traversing every path."  

Is limits to be found in such travels?  Or is it the more we learn, the more we discover there is to learn?  

Was Parmenides correct?  That change and multiplicity were appearances that masked the true reality, that of Being?  

Was Anaxagoras correct?  That everything was made up not of one or of four elements, but of an infinite number of different "seeds of things"?  That the motive force of creation is nous, or "mind," which spins out of material opposites (co-existing) and which, in each individual, directs its energies?  

And we already knew or were taught the Source does not simply seek nourishment and satisfaction, but actively works toward the Good.

In these things are we all "Sand-Reckoners" akin to Archimedes, unafraid to create a new knowledge support system with an entirely open and searching mind, examining the system of the universe anew...even where a proverbial sun lies at the proverbial center rather than the proverbial Earth.  
The moral tone that tempers all of Virgil's poetry, including his great epic, the Aeneid, was enough to bring Virgil the admiration of early Christians.  But more compelling was a passage in the fourth o his pastoral poems, the Eclogues, in which he seemed to announce the coming of a baby boy who would usher in a reign of peace.  Early Christians saw this as prophetic of the coming o Christ and recognized Virgil, who died only 15 years before Jesus was born, as a Christian prophet.

St Augustine, in On Christian Doctrine, offered a defense of pagan writers like Virgil:  "But we should not think that we ought not to learn literature because Mercury is said to be its inventor...Rather every good and true Christian should understand that wherever he may find truth, it is his Lord's"

Hobbits are a virus....and they are well loved.


Post on Sat Jan 11, 2014 12:29 am by Bard

Fitting, Cy. Fitting.

I have always felt someone in this image held a likeness of an Aviary-type.


Post on Sat Jan 11, 2014 9:22 am by Bard

The U.S. Department of Defense defines psychological warfare (PSYWAR) as: "The planned use of propaganda and other psychological actions having the primary purpose of influencing the opinions, emotions, attitudes, and behavior of hostile foreign groups in such a way as to support the achievement of national objectives."

During World War II the United States Joint Chiefs of Staff defined psychological warfare more broadly stating "Psychological warfare employs any weapon to influence the mind of the enemy. The weapons are psychological only in the effect they produce and not because of the weapons themselves.

Not even Teddy Bears,Telephones, or Technology is safe.......  

Shore Leave

Post on Sat Jan 11, 2014 11:32 am by Bard

"An Ode"

An ode to the neustars doing their best
To guiding all hermit-hands
Just like a good neighbor State-Farm is there.

"Et clone-phone!" "Et clone-phone!"
Stated here first - like the show
To know how free will, normally goes
Unless we're tripping on toes.

Along the great Erie, a king still remains
Or so I have heard this tale
And the courts that flock to when wisdom exudes
An M next to a capital LH.

Free Will is just fine, defined an ole man
And power was never of much use
For hobbit-holes are wee and nine-footers do need
More space to stretch them legs out....

Post on Mon Jan 13, 2014 3:11 pm by Bard

“The Gap”

Sitting here with harping hands
Some tales do flow more free
But there is one which vexes me
Rings long lost, two to one
All hopes, they cannot be.

Walking into wooded-land
To touch the twisting vines
Sometimes often have to split
Or choked of testing-time.

To belong, has never been my path
Only to safeguard what I had
Reflections, I could not know
From these eyes, unless they stared back.

Some paths we walk along this life
Are darker than the rest
Yet, I entered in
To probe a darkened nest.

And what did I find, resting there
That fate had handed down
Little hopes in restraining it
So I turn them inside out.

Some would say that it's a curse
And flee from what it brings
Beneath and between - hands of time
A ward of Destiny.

And so, this is a tale or two
Dipped in truth of morning dew
As music moves the hands to prove
That they yet live to honor you.

And to the ones, who shy-away
Elven lords and fairy hands
I will find a way to reach you too
And bridge the broken gap.

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Post on Mon Jan 13, 2014 3:53 pm by Bard

After the above post, "3 card Monte" came to mind:

My first search:

I agree! Bizarre!
Now that's Magic!

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Post on Mon Jan 13, 2014 4:09 pm by Bard


My Humorous form of Roman Numerals.

Post on Tue Jan 14, 2014 5:51 am by Bard

Something that I pondered this passing night as it creeps into the dawn ----

Do the Charles Hall's Tall Whites consume alcoholic drinks in and around Vegas? Hum..? I don't know if I ever heard the answer to that question. Anyone?

Dan assumes synesthesia of some cosmic source being responsible for strange events?


Post on Tue Jan 14, 2014 6:36 am by Bard

Come on now Dan.....

How would an EARTHLING accomplish such feats using iPads and such? Possible? Oh, never mind.


Post on Wed Jan 15, 2014 6:56 am by Bard


Post on Thu Jan 16, 2014 10:59 am by Bard

I do wish to remind my curious readers that my musings represent a multitude of things surrounding this enigma. I lay no claim to their deeper meanings all belonging to my personal beliefs. Sometimes, I try to imagine being an insider, a visitor, a member of this forum, an uninformed group, and sometimes just a small town urbanite trying to understand.....

And so it goes......


Post on Thu Jan 16, 2014 11:07 pm by Cyrellys

MD02 wrote:Something that I pondered this passing night as it creeps into the dawn ----

Do the Charles Hall's Tall Whites consume alcoholic drinks in and around Vegas? Hum..?  I don't know if I ever heard the answer to that question. Anyone?

Dan assumes synesthesia of some cosmic source being responsible for strange events?

Would it not be a case of "the joke is on us" if the gods were not crazy? Just three sheets to the wind (nautical jaunt). Higher than kites! Stay under cover for Thor's gotten plowed....lol. Maybe they're playing a little dice and getting crocked on spiked coffee then going for a spin? And hey! There's a human! Just be thankful the drink's not this good every year.


Post on Fri Jan 17, 2014 5:02 am by Bard

There is only one person stranger than I here at this forum, but that may not be so bad.


Post on Sat Jan 18, 2014 5:22 am by Bard


Enter the center, mysterious place
When what one knew was careful tuned
Surely not cords, but breathing things
Towards the dawn of my own being.

This face, that face, spinning 'round
Smiles and smirks are seen
“The jokes on you Projekt X
Two, then on towards three!”

Fate, your fingers in my eye
Thank you for the pink
I have two fingers to send you back
Encouraged you are to glean UN-blinked.

The dance cards fills at four A.M.
Drunkards, drink their favorite brand
Leaving their stench to second sight
Buffoons for Mothers milk of plight.

And so, should this be my final muse
Four-Clapper claps, for sure
I take my Oath of living-being
Before your oath of silent strings.

And so you not think the thinker mad
I'll share the heart that poets have
For the eyes to see me true
And not the dark I'd hide from you.

See the lip blush and beating hearts?
How I marvel at its course
To feel the press of tender touch
To know we all must seek it such.

Let this final verse I phrase
Show you how I see this phase.



Post on Sat Jan 18, 2014 1:58 pm by Bard

I'm feeling a bit girly today, don't judge me.....


Post on Sat Jan 18, 2014 2:48 pm by Bard

To quote:

When I lay me down to Sleep,
I recommend my self to his care;
when I awake, I give my self up to his Direction.

Perhaps the earliest version was written by Joseph Addison in an essay appearing in The Spectator on March 8, 1711. It says:

The Spectator(s)

And what do I feel?

Trust in nothing
But the flames of the heart
When the fingers of Fate are upon thee.

And so it shall be.

Post on Sat Jan 18, 2014 3:39 pm by Bard


Post on Sat Jan 18, 2014 6:19 pm by Bard


When Fate has you circled
Entwined within define
Painting your life from by the side
Behind the veil, keeping tales
Blackened by design
Out of sight for what it means
Between the heart or hunters glean.
Looking near and then to far
How to break this grasp
When one cannot trust the Lord to guide
When there are those who twist such sights.
Backing deep within thyself
And yes, while Watchers watch
A curious muse must tell its tales
While Synch is drained of thought.
How many dances within my words
I wish that I could tell
As so many seekers who seek a path
Expensive were those sails.
Finding love around ourselves
If not already hard enough
Move the ones with marks on back
To seek a softer space.
But even there, its silent tomes
We are more vulnerable to hidden-dooms
Carved behind the veil of thought
Despite intent or often not.
To those of Fate,
I say to you
Be careful what you think
For it may not be your own
But, Oft of others glean.
The only good news I have to say
Expensive it surely was
But I have no claim to those jewels
Smaug keeps and reaps those vanities
Within the mountain or obscurity.


Post on Sat Jan 18, 2014 6:30 pm by Bard

MD02 wrote:

Full link to my fans:

Scroll down to the play button

Post on Sun Jan 19, 2014 10:49 am by Bard

Still feeling a bit girly today.  And up-Tempo.  All in the art of expression.


Post on Mon Jan 20, 2014 5:31 am by Bard


I do want everyone to forgive me for that brief foray into a feminine nature.  I have been neglecting some observations as of lately that I want to comment on in regards to RF(Radio Frequency) devices installed in ones homes or surrounding property.

Unless anyone has any objections?  


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