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I really don't know where this came from, but here it is.. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolfman_Jack

hey.. yes. If it is big, or enlarged, enough..

I'm just curious. Have you read this? Is there anything that speaks to you? I'll be polite, and let the voluntary participants offer what they think.. long before I attempt to ruin everything.. I was a "mini" hippie. I was born five years too late, or so. ma.. grabbed me by the ear.. "and where do you think YOU are going, young man" well.. all that really doesn't make any difference.

part B is even more interesting. What did *they* do with it? I have "The Book". A real paper copy. I have another one.. and it is in an appropriate, undisclosed, hidden but well read place.. it answers everything(?).. God Bless you, Mr. Wolfe.

maybe it's trivia time. What was the oldest living thing on Perry Lane?

It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out..

living.. is easy with eyes closed..

so what WAS.. or IS this "security"? was it an lsd or mescaline inspired vision? like cra*ley having a flashback during some long winded way fellowship or something? I'm really trying to figure this out. where did the "security" lead your master.. he ended up in middle age, tired, bitter, abandoned (at least in his view, if not in reality).. and dreadfully ill..

so where is the "safeness" here? you've FINALLY defined, or admitted that it was NOT a reasonable expectation for married, unmarried, accompanied or not, women, in the *presence* of da vicster.. so what WAS IT? What security? For whom? Why not for ALL under the umbrella of gawd's protection?

and to bring this back to subject here: a DEPRAVED FIEND can EASILY hide behind an illusion of righteousness.. religion seems to be the worst, or perhaps the easiest hiding place..

I STILL have problems.. I expect, and give twenty years worth of trust, at a moment's notice. of course I've gotten a h*ll of a lot better on the first half of the above statement. I can't demand ANYTHING.. of anybody.. but generally, I don't have healthy boundaries. But I seem to be getting a tad bit better.. but isn't that kind of pathetic? I'm what.. 54 years old.. and in a few ways I'm starting to figure it out.. some of the newer generation, will check your credit, your criminal record.. your academic history, your prostrate.. before they will give you a half an ounce of trust.. which is sad in a way. A depraved fiend can hide well behind an impeccable credit rating, criminal history, academic excellence..

me too..

yeah. but what if.. in one moment you found everything you thought you believed, was just wrong.. some might choose to jump in front of the train.. others might just choose to live.. I've asked a couple of posters here the what if question.. and most would choose the first option..

what are we, really.. don't ask that question, unless you can live with the consequences.. I asked it once..

I have had far more than one soul mate.. maybe I'm lucky. even when it was like.. in the night, two ships passing.. No. No sex involved.. weird. Take it as you wish.. I have had far more than one soul mate.. maybe I'm lucky.

Just a friend I met here long ago.. She turned me on to Norah Jones.. listened to a LOT of Joni Mitchell..

I wish our Froggie friend would get her head out of her a** and post something here at the moment.. like everything else I want, it is asking too much..

I dunno. It is kind of like.. there is a drunk Spaniard here.. that I have to define Tomatina for.. his reply.. "oh yes. there are other parties.. I've never been there.." Looking at that video of Joni.. did you know she was stricken with Polio in younger years? looking at that.. you'd never think something like that..

*humbly* I say.. You'mve "missed it".. what does the *evidence* have to do.. and what is evidence? wasn't it given by *somebody*? maybe that is the problem here.. "trust". do you trust what others are saying, or not? why, or why not should you.. sorry. I'm neutral in this. I'm supposed to be some kind of peacemaker. the numbers tell me so.. *humbly* I say.. You'mve "missed it".. what does the *evidence* have to do.. and what is evidence? wasn't it given by *somebody*? maybe that is the problem here.. "trust". do you trust what others are saying, or not? why, or why not should you.. sorry. I'm neutral in this. I'm supposed to be some kind of peacemaker. the numbers tell me so..

Crosby Stills and Nash's version was so.. lame. that isn't entirely the name.. no, they embodied it. when they published it, it had the authors name attached..

I really love her. What is there not to love..

scary thoughts.. the energy, or whatever it is that we are in this existence.. corrupts.. little is better. you can look at it another way.. we are a million points of light.. and it really isn't our fault that light burns.. "by the numbers" I'm supposed to be a peacemaker. I hope I haven't failed miserably.. I'll adopt the role, it it will adopt me..

It reminds me of one of the movies I watched.. no, I won't say it was a favorite. The apes saw the Lawgiver weeping.. and what was the interpretation? "the vision is false.." very, very interesting.. so.. they charged the barrier.. and kicked a**.. are you a warrior.. or are you not.. me, I have had my moments.. other times, I have been too blind to see.. destruction is such a harsh word. I just hope that one can't identify me with THE destroyer.. It's damned nasty. Warriors have to play by rules.. and they seem to be becoming more confined, one decade, on generation after another.. any other thoughts from the participants here?

Now on a personal level. I've had some "fascinating" visions as well. the voices one hears, or the visions one sees.. you have the *moral* (ahem, excuse me.) RIGHT.. to reject them.. how else do us few "nutcases" function in society? Every fleeting thought, every little flash of awareness or lack thereof.. I don't attribute to the Almighty anymore..

so, what was the safety here? was it so.. what's the word.. I remember D*vid C*aley's description of a mescaline induced moment.. hearing the organ of the universe playing, seeing the passengers and crew of a beautiful ship beckoning to him.. and for one reason or another, he couldn't get on board with them.. is that it? A fleeting glimpse of paradise.. or something? I'm really really trying to figure out what it exactly is that you are seeing. C*aley had a vision once too.. that did not exactly accord with the ensuing history: da vicster, much more aged, but still vital.. the adorning crowd.. as he got off of the ship.. is that it?