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Saturday, March 5th 2005
Bidwell’s Bar circa 1960
[link]
By Marissa A Spencer
Recollections of our childhood experiences are tinged by a rosy sense of wonder. I have often pondered the things we did as a family and the feelings that came with them. More >
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 Thursday, March 3rd 2005
photo from:
[link]
Who Turned Out the Lights?
In Sacramento in the old part of the city is a neighborhood of Victorian homes. They are two stories and have wide steps that walk up to the front door. The cement banisters are wide and you can slide down them if you don’t mind tearing your shorts. They all have a basement and small back yards. More >
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 Tuesday, March 1st 2005
clipart from [link]
A Haunting for Rent
By Marissa A Spencer
The details of this ghost story are a bit hard to comprehend. It doesn’t fall under the typical haunting I have read about. More >
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 Sunday, February 27th 2005
pic from www.artofgregmartin.com
Purloined Moment
What lover’s fine is this?
Twixt, ‘tween, twined
A drifting heaven
Sorted into soft, softer,
Oh…so soft More >
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Wednesday, February 23rd 2005
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/UFOFacts/
This is a nice group. I won't be posting in there anymore, but will read from time to time.
marissa
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 Friday, February 18th 2005
A Gift for Rascal
Or The Catlactic Empire Wants YOU!
“Sir, Sir!” A seemingly disembodied voice called to him from his dreams.
Rascal opened his yellow eyes one at a time, hoping it was not a real voice. Unfortunately, it was a real voice attached to a pair of large golden gimlet eyes. More >
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 Sunday, February 13th 2005
pic from [link]
A whispered Valentine
Away Into the Night
Will you come to my waiting open arms
Lest you in your night flights go astray
Whether in light or heaviness you rest
There will be a place for you beside me More >
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 Sunday, February 13th 2005
pic from [link]
Can You Believe Your Eyes?
Did you ever wonder if you could believe your eyes? I can recount a few tales for you about things that could stretch your sanity. More >
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 Tuesday, February 8th 2005
Pic of my mother...probably late 1930s
The Fire
Let me tell you what I recall of the story told to me by my mother. When I was a baby, our ranch house we lived in caught fire. The electrical system in the house was faulty. My understanding is most everything we owned went up in flames. More >
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 Sunday, February 6th 2005
pic from Gimpsavvy
In Some Lonely Place
I have wondered about my own childhood and the things I remember about my experiences and myself and my family. The stars and the possibilities of life ‘out there’ have always fascinated me. Odd and unusual events and experiences have always peaked my interest. I always took this sort of things as reasonably commonplace. The times my extended family would gather, was a time of stories of the bizarre and unusual. Just about every member of my family would have a collection of stories they could tell about some strange experience they had. So, in light of this I have never felt that I was too terribly strange. More >
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 Friday, February 4th 2005
Rose by Ian Britton.. Freefoto.com
A Few Things
There are some things I won’t leave behind
The breeze as it wafts through the curtains
The smell of fresh mown grass
The sound of children laughing
The touch of a loving hand More >
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 Sunday, January 30th 2005
What Childish Thing is This?
an account through a childs eyes...
Often we experience things that are merely mysteries to ourselves. Somewhere out there is knowledge that answers those mysteries.Sleep paralysis…can be a disturbing and unexplainable experience to a young person or even an adult. Sometimes other things happen in the twilight of sleep. More >
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 Sunday, January 23rd 2005
pic free agricultural archives on Gimp savvy see links
The Seed
The dusty field lay in a dormant death
Hushed by years of abusing carelessness
Man and woman stand silent and strong
They search the horizon More >
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 Sunday, January 23rd 2005
do you think they work?
article
[link] More >
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 Thursday, January 20th 2005
pic on MS Paintbrush by Ben age 7
I am probably going to take them down.. but wanted to post my last dream for those interested. More >
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 Wednesday, January 19th 2005
Picture by my son Ben.. age 7
The third dream is a bit different. I am in a community where there are many buildings. I do not feel this is earth…or perhaps it is another time, or era. More >
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 Saturday, January 15th 2005
picture from [link]
Here is the second dream. Now...it might just be a dream, we all have them. Nothing odd about weird things that live in our heads is there? More >
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 Monday, January 10th 2005
dreams...how much is real?
how much is our fear of the unknown
how much is both?
I will be posting a series of dreams I have had. Promise not to send in the white coated men ok? More >
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 Saturday, January 8th 2005
How Many Lifetimes?
Has it been a moment or a lifetime?
Maybe it has been many lifetimes More >
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 Thursday, January 6th 2005
Closer Now
Wanderer; rest thou in this warm sun's rays
Seek not the search for a time
Rest now the meter and the rhyme
Put aside the nights and glory in the days
Gather close to share sweet reminisce
Closer now, lover's kiss More >
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 Friday, December 31st 2004
Photo.com Ian Britton "Blossoms"
may you all be blessed in the new year
LIFE IS THE TREE
The clouds hung with gray marbled margins
They wept as the winds swept the streets
The sun burns above and beyond them
A constancy of forever, eternity, blessedness More >
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Wednesday, December 29th 2004
check it out
[link]
I am especially drawn to Black Elk's teachings...
not sure why.. sometimes you don't question some things you just learn the message.
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 Tuesday, December 28th 2004
photo from FreeFoto.com Photographer: Ian Britton
Picture of Storm Clouds.
That Was I
My self-deceptions have colored my life for so long now
The deep dark blues of solemn hours were of my own making More >
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 Thursday, December 23rd 2004
I wait for the Springtime,
When all that frozen emptiness becomes life once again.
It seems like winter’s clawing silence hovers o’er me
And ice droplets ping against tin roofs. More >
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 Monday, December 20th 2004
yes I know, dangerous thing right? Anyway... I was thinking of how we in our lives grow and progress. So many things we have experienced have been processed and refined through our inner workings. More >
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