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Post by lizanne333 on May 25, 2005 10:04:20 GMT -5
Hi! My name is Lizanne and
I am just arriving to your shore
and I know I am not allone anymore
and I have this friend
and he guides me if I will allow it
and opens up things for me if I will just allow it
and I think as a result tht I am different now
somehou
and we will seee.
if I will just allow the hand to open for mee all things
and maybe we can share
instead of me being well you know the mother of all
and all of that stuff.
-L
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Post by Grave on May 26, 2005 8:03:21 GMT -5
Hi! My name is Lizanne and ....... if I will allow it and .... if I will just allow L Hint was = Web <---- I guess you cracked it ! |
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Post by lizanne to the grave on May 26, 2005 10:48:27 GMT -5
Lizanne said:
Re: NEW ARRIVAL TO THE SHORE
« Reply #1 on Today at 9:03am »
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Post by lizannetoblotterand all on May 26, 2005 12:40:19 GMT -5
Peter says:
( wonders where sheeeeeee is and how she is doing) since he will be In the outer banks shortly.
Pamafli wonders just how to say this, 'cause maybe anytime
she says anything, she gets narrow looks from the ones on the shore, but she will risk once again, ONE MORE TIME, and see what happens, 'cause she cares about blotter, and Falion, and the whole family.
"I am ok. I have been better", Pamafl says. "It is just I get a bit confused when things like Humble and his ginger snaps and 2% milk, appear at the same time as she is thinking of her own ginger snaps and milk, the same 2%.
Pamafli thinks of too many of the same things that blotter is writing about, as he is writing them, and has too many shared interests, and too many coincidences, and sometimes it just throws her for a loop.
But what realllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly threw her was the strangest thing, when she was caught up in some dimension where she had never been before, and things began to happen, like reallly strange!
like pages on the forum where she visits, opening up on her screen without her even touching the keys!
Instructions on that page had the date 12/15/2005.
Well, ok, she could handle that if she could maybe think
because of the messages on that page with the names of
Edina
Webmaster
Guest: with the writing that "appeared like Monia"-you know, beautiful, broken english, and small i's.
The request was to write a metaphoric value for Jonathan Livingston Seagul.
Pamafli was so excited. "Oh, What Fun That Could Be!"
Oh how I would love to do such a thing." So she began,
and worked hard. And she even thought it was beautiful,
and soft, and concise. But she wasn't done, and naive of these things, she didn't back-up, and now I guess it doesn't really matter, 'cause it is still in her head.
But she thought, poor Pamafli, that maybe just maybe she was auditioning for something........"What a great idea," she said. "Re-release JLS the movie, and I can write and evaluation of how it works, helping to deliver in words what maybe some may miss in vision."
And, and, and, and.....Pamafli read JLS, again, 'cause that was part of the request, dated 12/15/2005, and she checked the date again, and made sure she wasn't 'magining things, and sure 'nough, it said 12/15/2005.
While working on the evaluation there on the forum, she paused to re-read JLS, as she thought that might be a good thing, and that was the Webmaster's instruction, yes dated 12/15/2005!
But Pamafli got stuck. She got stuck herself in the part
where she/JLS crashed into the crowd, and she realized she needed to sit with that part for awhile, and maybe overnight. She left a message in her writing that it was a work in progress, and that she would be back in the am.
Well, in the am, she gave her morning wake up hello on that forum, and then started a 'surfin around, and found
responses made by The Grave, to some of her own questions. His comments were disturbing. It was not his fault. But, poor Pamafli, heard the voice of the echo in JLS'
mind when he heard, "Get down! Seagulls never fly in the dark! If you were meant to fly in the dark, you'd have the eyes of an owl!
She equated Grave's: "You don't belong here, an yet you came", and "There is another side, I would look into it if I were you," to the experience that JLS had mentioned above."
Poor, illuded Pamafli, freaked out. She thought (old tapes) that maybe he was right. Maybe she was doing the devil's work and releasing information that was better left hidden. She got confused in the "You don't belong here, and yet you came."
Dunno what you would call it, but she wrote a nasty letter in her panic, and then viewed blotter's need for gingersnap cookie and 2% milk, which is just what she was thinkin' as she read it, and she spun out of control.
The entire Topic she was a'workin' on just up and disappeared before her eyes. All gone!
Since noone seemed to care that she was in agony, and coming apart at the seams, posts like It's veja du all over again, sort of insensitive, you know, but oh well!
Pamafli ended up having to call 911, to see a friend who made time to help her come down from this nightmare, and all the while it appeared there, on that same forum, that once again she was being classified as crazy, and how boring it is to see one such as her keep falling on her face right here among the pros, yes right in front of everyone, on the stage.
Well, and she still doesn't understand about those things of magical connections and such, and she will miss blotter and all, but unless, they see how sensitive she is and how she can't help it but to become them when she sees them, well, she surrrrrrreeeeee can't afford to have this happen to her again, certainly not on stage.
Somehow, Pamafli wonders, is this what actors do? I mean they "marry the script" so exactly that they can not tell the difference between the script and her?
Well, and this time, no apology from her, no more sorrries,
cause maybe it is a gift, and maybe Pamafli needs to understand and appreciate it more.....Dunno, but it don't appear that this is the place for such experimentation.
Good-bye Peter, blotter, have a nice trip. I am sure I will here your words echo softly in my mind.
-L
PS Will you please as MISSE to go a little easier on me?
Thanks
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Post by lzanne on May 26, 2005 17:27:02 GMT -5
Stepping back, allowing, following the guiding hand, I see.
Do not conflict, do not antagonize, allow others to be as they are, no need to fix them. I don't do the fixing.
If I see error, no need to rush to correct, but offer instead, another experience that sings!
Non-violent, non-reactive, non-pushy, non-all knowing.
This is what I need to be.
Thank-you!
-L
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Post by yellobee on May 28, 2005 11:10:03 GMT -5
checking on in here.
Edina, are you around, or square, or a triangle?
Have some questions.
Have you been throught this not being able to sleep, and
this incredible amount of sensation, well running thru
All of this energy, and a looks like much is changed in me.
Dogs reacting differently to me
Two men walked by "to look at the garden next door"
am shy, shy, shy, waiting and hoping i do it "right" and don't fail, breathing deep, just allow, and where is Grave, please.
If you see, please send message to me.
yellobee
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Post by Edina on May 28, 2005 11:15:04 GMT -5
I'm here. What are your questions?
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Post by yellobee on May 28, 2005 11:21:21 GMT -5
Everything is here.
The music and everything.
The truth in the music
Don't know how to be.
Don't know how tonot be and just allow.
Edina, I can't make it happen
Will it happen?
What happens if I fail?
What happens if I make a wrong judgement?
How do I do IT?
What am I looking for?
HOw will I know?
Ya know what I mean?
yellobee
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Post by Edina on May 28, 2005 11:29:28 GMT -5
"There's a reason you chose what's happening around you. Hang on, live your way through it the best you know, and in a bit you'll find out why." Have you read 'Running from Safety'?  |
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Post by yellobee on May 28, 2005 11:42:55 GMT -5
"There's a reason you chose what's happening around you. Hang on, live your way through it the best you know, and in a bit you'll find out why."
Have you read 'Running from Safety'?
NO I haVen't! But I suspect, I am about to find out, huh!
I guess, though what scares me, is that I may have made a spectacle of myself.
I didn't know how to do it any other way, so I will as yu suggest, just sit with it, and
allow it to play out. Tired, but not really, relaxing some more, and maybe, God the music!
Edina thankyou, please hold me in thought, please.
My God it is all right here, and I can barely type these words, they just flow
dancing queen feel the beat of the tambourine.
It is time, and I know, but do not know what's comin
is RB here?
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