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Thanks to Northern Exposure,

I believe that trees can talk.

I believe that a woman can fly off a cliff like an eagle.

I believe that a bear can turn into a man, and back again.

I believe that a pregnant woman can talk to her as-yet-unborn child, face to face.

I believe that a man can be reincarnated as a dog.

I believe that a budding filmmaker and an ex-con deejay can teach a crane to dance.

I believe that a kiss can restore a man's voice.

I believe that the Devil is a sauna salesman.

I believe that one person can dream another person's dreams.

I believe that a man can hibernate like a bear.

I believe that throwing a tomato at someone can be an act of love and friendship.

I believe that a raven is as good a symbol of Christmas as Santa Claus.

I believe that a doctor can perform bypass surgery on an airplane engine.

traffic jam on the road to
lake Guevteljaevrie

I believe that water can make men and women swap gender-identities.

I believe that frozen woolly mammoths make for good eatin'.

I believe that Napoleon was not at Waterloo.

I believe in sociopathic, Yeti-like chefs;  half-brothers who find each other through dreams; running nude through the thawing winter streets.

And I believe that it is possible for a man to take a few steps into the Alaskan mist, and end up on the Staten Island Ferry.

In short, I believe in magic. So logic me no logical arguments.

-Aimee Parrott

Cathedral of Ancient Forest Flower Essences

Talkeetna
Chamber of Commerce

Talkeetna Historical Society

4:18 Northern Lights

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry, "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlelight. Neon, incandescent lights that banish the darkness from our caves to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlights for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and foot-candles.

Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead kindly light amid the encircling gloom, lead thou me on, the night is dark and I am far from home, lead thou me on. Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge, light is life, light is light.

Raven Brings Light to the World
Ruth Powers - Art Quilts

Quote sourced from:
Moosechick Notes
The Northern Exposure Archive

Originally published 16 September 2013 5:39 AM Pacific Standard Time

A Coat of White Primer

Detail of a painting by Henry Cliffe, painted in 1959, shows severe cracking and interlayer cleavage in paint containing lead white and zinc white.



o Don't ever assume

Never assume you have all the answers -- all of what you are told by
the "experts" is as it is.

Never assume that what is written in the books and on the Web is a
definitive answer -- particularly for you -- because there can be no
general rule that can ever embrace all permutations and combinations
of the human DNA.

Even the best therapist (professional or otherwise) can only assist
you in resolving issues as far as you yourself allow what is buried
deep in your subconscious and unconscious to be revealed.



 o Patterns

Everything that you are experiencing now is part of a pattern -- a
manifestation of something that was set down most probably even
before you were born.

The root of your present experience may not necessarily be anything
like you think it is ..

This is particularly the case for those who think they are having
"spiritual experiences" (or kundalini awakening).

 o hidden memories and PTSD


 Another aspect of PTSD that the mind cannot address is what I've

termed "holding patterns" where  the whole structure of the body is "set" in the

memory of the body's  reaction to whatever trauma it experienced.

In no way can the mind think itself through the process of accessing or releasing this
"holding pattern"

Of course, for those who are long-time meditator's, the body can
start to let go spontaneously and all sorts of "strange things"
(experiences) can happen. Unfortunately, and many of those are labelled
"kundalini awakening" -- which they are not!

  ~exhumed from anunda-Lifestreams discussion forum, Yahoo groups

Recapitulating The Merovingian

Acknowledge and accept yourself without any condition/s.


Understand the condition/s you place on yourself ~ how you style self-acceptance ~ is part of the pattern of seeing yourself which you were taught by all who contributed directly and indirectly, real and imagined, to the perpetuation of the psychic/mental/physical/psychological injury you believe you sustained.


Very real adaptations have taken place in your body on the bio physiological level.  The events and incidents and their "knock-on effects", created those adaptations in your body, which will most likely repeat and follow a specific pattern that will feel familiar; it being the only outlet.


Even the idea that you "have worked through and processed what happened" is part of the pattern.


What happens is, you move into a "refreshed" phase of the cycle, a new aspect which has not previously been threshed out; and it will come around for as long as is necessary for your body to clear itself of the residue and redress the originating causative injury ~ without you imposing a psychospiritual "shamanic" core energetic ortho-bionic yada yada yada pathology upon it.


Good luck with applying that last sentence..........


Hold out for the green pill.

Adult survivors of child abuse often feel a deep sense of isolation. If this is how you’re feeling, you are not alone.

 

Healing from child abuse can be a winding path, once described as a "spiral - a repeated traversing of the issues, layer by layer, piece by piece, sorting and resorting, until the toxicity of the abusive experiences has been released." (Baringer 1992)

 

Red Brylcreem, Blue Brylcreem

I am not going to question your opinions. I am not going to meddle with your belief. I am not going to dictate to you mine. All that I say is, examine, inquire. Look into the nature of things. Search out the grounds of your opinions, the for and the against. Know why you believe, understand what you believe, and possess a reason for the faith that is in you. ~ Fanny Wright


 

Excuse me, your Grandfather has escaped from the Aged Care Facility again!

Lacey things, the wife is missing.
Didn't ask, for her permission
I'm wearing her clothes,
her silk panty hose.
Walking around in women's underwear.

In the store, there's a teddy.
With little straps, like spagetti.
It holds me so tight,
like handcuffs at night.
Walking around in womens underwear

Sean Connery
The Wind and the Lion

In the office there's a guy named Melvin.
He pretends that I am Murphy Brown.
He'll say "Are you ready?"
I'll say, "Woah man! Lets wait until the wife is out of town."

Later on, if you wanna,
We can dress, like Madonna.
Put on some eye shade, and join the parade.
Walking around in women's underwear.

Lacey things, missing.
Didn't ask, permission.
Wearing her clothes, silk panty hose.
Walking around in women's underwear.
Walking around in women's underwear.
Walking around in women's underwear......"

lyrics by Bob Rivers, sung to the tune of Walking in a Winter Wonderland

Bram Nicholson's Audition Performance

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Charles Bradlaugh: A Man For All Reasons

Till the Future dares
     Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be
     An echo and a light unto eternity.

Mr. Bradlaugh was naturally irritable, but the irritability was only on the surface. The waves were easily raised, but there was plenty of quiet sea beneath. Though giants are often phlegmatic, his big frame embedded highly-strung nerves. When he was put out he could storm, and he was misunderstood by those who took the mood for the man. Had they seen him in the melting mood they would have learnt that Charles Bradlaugh was a more composite personality than they imagined.

   
During the last year or two of his life he underwent a wonderful softening. A beautiful Indian-summer light rested upon him. He was like a granite rock, which the sweet grass has overgrown, and from whose crevices peep lovely wild flowers.

 

Source:

Reminiscences  of Charles Bradlaugh

by

G.W. Foote

 

 

Her Serene Highness

Grace Patricia Kelly

12 November 1929 – 14 September 1982

Wedding April 1956

 

 

 

 “I have to choose simple clothes because when I wear anything dramatic I seem to get lost.”

 

 

The Modern Woman's Survival Guide

 

 

 

 

 

With Fullness the Goddess Gula from her Dwelling Cometh Forth..........

 

Comes Gula

to live in this beautiful home.

Come with warm feelings of friendship

Bring your intelligence

Your energy and your passion

To join us with your goodwill.

 

Burn brightly at my hearth

Burn always in my soul

You are welcome here

 

I remember you....

Mesopotamia's goddess of healing par excellence was Gula, patron of physicians, whose name, actually a title, means "The Great One" (Black and Green 2003:101). Obviously the epithet displaced the original and now-lost divine name. She was also known as "Great Mother," "Mother Gula," and "Lady of Life." Gula was much invoked in healing rituals and incantations, by which those who were ill begged her assistance. They also used prayer-letters. Honoured in hymns, she was sometimes invoked in law codes and treaties.


Her main cult center was Isin, where she was identified with Nin-Isina, and resided in the great healing temple E-gal-makh "Exalted Palace" (George 1993: 88 #318). She also had temples in most other cities, with three at Babylon!


One document identifies a dog running about as "a messenger" from Gula.......