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Before I get going on where I'm off and away to .. never was much for a blog thingie. Kind of scared me putting down stuff that might be too personally dangerous/revealing/whatever. Worry about losing control but .. here goes ...

There it is
that beautiful sound coming from where
the bunkhouse or beyond
I've gotta find the source
it's rumbling down the hill and into my brain
not again!
Music which isn't pop rock jazz or jive
but alive with orchestra strains and strings
an almost living thing
am I still crazy?
I thought I was cured by a kid who needed me sane
but there it is again and again I'm scared of it.
I thought I was past losing my way
and was totally okay.
Off to the bunkhouse
looking for a radio tearing through the cots
for what should be forgotten and happily lost
cause the cost is too dear
and belongs to past years
when I was young and crazy and not twenty
and in control
the music rolls down the hill
and into the boom and under the salt water skim
to curl up in the whirl pools of Blind Channel
where the weather is fine
and my child's asleep
far from the madness known as his mother.

"Tigers bloom where there's oodles of room." Zodiac Zoo

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The following comments are for "Stream writing #1"
by Pen


In a recent comment to poeteye, looking at 'verifyable' things ,I stated some things have to be beleived to be seen.....

I'm with Pen on this one and personally never get scared because I see, hear, feel things that cannot be 'verified'.

But how do get anybody to enjoy these experiences, while a lot of people accept them for what they are they still either remain afraid of the stigma attached to admitting them or the experiences themselves.

Flesh and blood can scare me at times but not usually anything else and though 'strange' at first, normally are a welcome change to 'perceived' reality......



( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: February 6, 2011 )

Misdiagnosed & ... &
& overmedicated & 19 years of age .. GAWD!

Yeah Lucie .. I know that now but it wasn't what I was told way back then ...

I got more constructive help from my dad than I did from those professional blokes who were hell bent on keeping me in the ... well .. I'm sure you know what I mean.

What I believe now is based on having an inner confidence on my peace of mind.

this is stream writing .. it sort of rambles around in my mind and when it's written free hand it comes out like this ..

Ivor .. true ... very true .. and I'm there now .. just wasn't then. Young and scared and all that hoopla.

( Posted by: Pen [Member] On: February 6, 2011 )

Just Wondering
Okay, I read this twice and it is not registering in my brain...

So this music....or these sounds? Will you tell me exactly what you think it is?

It sounds like you do know what it is and when you were young, someone tried to make you think you were crazy...or imagining things?

And Ivor you said, "I stated some things have to be beleived to be seen"

Is this about seeing the afterlife? Or hearing that which is not like and kind to us?

( Posted by: JETFIREk [Member] On: February 6, 2011 )

not imagined
It was real .. to me .. and alive .. and beautiful .. classical music .. full orchestra .. nothing I knew and I'd been exposed to quite a bit of it too. My dad suggested that it was a shame I couldn't read music and was positive that's how composers got their inspirations .. bless him .. and I do .. again and again.

It began when I was 18 and working in a stressful environment [Hospital - taking practical nurse training] I was misdiagnosed as .. look at Lucie's comment .. prescribed valium which made me suicidal so I stopped .. quit my training .. left the city and tried waitressing in a truck stop diner which was very helpful .. I kid you not.

( Posted by: Pen [Member] On: February 6, 2011 )

re: not imagined
Hello Pen....You're not talking to me girl! LOL...Somewhere in here I got angry and wrote My Afterlife Experiences or something like that.., I mean I was furious!

Those suckers show up all the time and this is a new house so no reason to hang out!

And then I wrote about my cat..cause he can see them and it makes me feel so wonderful because my husband can't! But my daughter can and so can my friend...WE DON'T KNOW WHY AND WE DON'T EVEN CARE WHY...

It's like I told Ivor , "No, I'm not psychic, I just look up and there they are!"

And I don't have any answers to any questions...What is .....simply is...

I believe you....take care...Judy

( Posted by: JetfireK [Member] On: February 6, 2011 )

I am and have been able to prove it too. I don't see apparitions though and don't want to either. My cats don't see anything but their food dish - each other - and me when they feel like it.

I have no problem with those who are either beset or charmed by spirits .. just don't want to go there myself.

( Posted by: Pen [Member] On: February 6, 2011 )

fine then
Well I'm not psychic....Just look up and there they are...but not important...

Meanwhile...not going to hear anymore about the Orchestra?

Like your photo/Avatar.....

( Posted by: JetfireK [Member] On: February 6, 2011 )

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