Monday, May 28, 2007

We will remember them

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place;

and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

-- Lt. Col. John McCrae, May, 1915


For the Fallen by Laurence Binyon

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Friday, May 18, 2007


~Peace train soundin' louder ...~

Tired of life's dirty collar rings just refusing to come clean? (You've tried soaking them out, scrubbing them out, but you've still got ..... *Ring around the colllllllll - er!*)

Get ready for the ultimate detergent.

In 2012, many things are going to happen. Whether we want them to or not. And, I don't know about you, but I want them to. I'm tired of ring-around-the-collar. Time to feel clean.

If you're curious, Google Mayan calendar and harmonic convergence. That's enough to get you started. Pretty soon, you'll start thinking, whoa. And that's a good thing!

Or not. Depending on your reality.

Okay, here's the date -- Dec. 21, 2012, Sloppy Joe's, Key West, Florida.

Ask for Tom or Mary. We, and other upwardly bound mortals, will be there, and we will welcome you like you'd died and come back to life. (Which you will *s*)

The changes that are coming are not like the oil embargo of 1974. Not even like 9/11. We're about to step into a new dimension. Maybe not all at once -- our puny, ant brains can't quite conceive of that, just yet. (But if you're a seeker, you've already noticed subtle shifts in questioning, feeling, understanding, hell, even food digestion. Guess what? Your DNA is changing to accommodate the Shift. Enjoy!)

So ... file it away. Key West. World's end ... and life's beginning. See you there :o)