I had a vision yesterday while my band was trying "Knocking on heaven 's door" for the first time...something about how some dude said jesus isn't home right now or something, so we smoked some heavenly pot, because it's the same as coffee up there...I was ridiculously tired, but I saw some interesting things in that vision. So yeah, "mortal moth"...reminded me of that a bit. (-;
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that's "one" interpretation "of many"...I will say I missed chinese new year due to extenuating circ.. read morethat's "one" interpretation "of many"...I will say I missed chinese new year due to extenuating circumstances...then I realized it's a centennial and even a baby can be a shaman
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not sure what it is you think I think, but it's def one interpretation of many either way
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in the garden of eden, the serpent, underground, chinese new year, year of the snake...I thought I w.. read morein the garden of eden, the serpent, underground, chinese new year, year of the snake...I thought I was being pretty metaphorically straight forward, lol
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e pluribus unum alluding to the centennial anniversary where the dollar is no longer backed by gold .. read moree pluribus unum alluding to the centennial anniversary where the dollar is no longer backed by gold and silver
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You mean Joshua?...although most of the good shamans DO live in the Mexico area
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Oh this is beautifully written Emily, It makes me feel as though I am swinging on one of those stars, there is a subtle touch of romance in your words, very nice indeed.
Antony
I hear you on this one... their is definatly a higher power cause without it such things as the moons power and the stars guidance couldn't exist... beautifully answered.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..