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Wednesday Morning

I got to drive this beauty this morning. It gets between 40 and 50 miles per gallon.

Sounds like a cross between a motorcycle and a VW. So I learned Crosley was into radios

and even created Crosley Radio Corporation, had a station 'WLW', Voice of America(VOA)

and the Cincinnati Reds.

In 1942 under government contract, his broadcasting company built the VOA's international short wave radio transmitter facilities and operated with the classic promise"...We will speak to you about America and the war. The news may be good or it may be bad, but we will tell you the truth." He sounds like a very interesting guy, huh?

Where dreams are made true.

11 year old boy's dream is built.

I have noticed Jim changes engines like a woman changes hats.

Rocky captures Patrick and Angels first visit to the hideaway.

At the entrance, for security purposes, we use a devise to scramble his brain.

It worked, you can tell cause for a moment he leans on Jim's Roadster.

Thankfully, Jim is in the telling of a story and the crime goes unnoticed.

HEEERRREEE comes Angel. Have you ever tried to keep a five year old from touching

really cool cars? I am exhausted.

The Ride

I joined the boys for a chat in front of the garage.

The mood was relaxed, the air strangely cool, no clouds in the sky.

Jim gets the feel,"It's a perfect night for a ride."

So they ask, "Have you taken 'The Ride' yet?"

I am a little confused and curious.

I gratefully accept the invitation, "Just so long as it's not the final ride."

Jim disappears into his house. I am noticing the picture has changed.

The noises have stilled. There is a strange vibe in the air.

It appears as though everything is waiting for something to happen.

I could feel it. The dog could feel it.

Then the sound of 1933 reverberating through the blue; the blue fenders,

the blue skies, the blue eyes that time has loved.

At this point the intellectual logical side yields to

a grand experience combusting it's way into our conscious convergence.

The ride takes us, completely.

Yeah, "Let's preserve this moment..."

Secret roads that have evaded modern maps reveal a passage,

slipping through realities and riding on them like waves.

The faces wear grins that are stuck in awe at this humble adventure.

Rocky and Nappy share the 'rumble seat' and a drink.

Deeper in we travel. It seems the roads were made to loose and confuse

the mental monitor. Yes, uncharted territory not what I had previously imagined.

Trust me... twas truly beyond.

Giant oaks guard a hidden house.

Then we arrive at the next hidden house.

Serpents congregate on the porch enjoying the aroma of stale rat.

In the following hours we tumble through a vortex unharmed and slightly amused.

Our ride carries us home upon the dimly lit roads

that hint at the vibrational truth of a reality bending

Good Night.

Tea For Two And Tin For One or Bek's Visit

Bek and Cal sleeping in...

New Digs

Beaming Forth

So in 1999 timing was ripe for Global catastrophe. It was averted.



Enough consciousness beaming forth made the shift from global to more localized events.

Yes it was manageable, gifting us more time to realize, to grow in even more awareness.

Kinda like the interaction between the heavy dewdrop succumbing to the sobering pull of gravity. Then, the warm rays of the Sun steadily interact with the dewdrop,
dissipate it and transform one potential reality into another.

The drop never happens (or it occurs as a much smaller drop with much smaller consequences). To feel the dance of elements is the reason we have taken on these human forms and
to realize that we are not only the receivers, we are also the waves.

Higher and lower conditions confront one another, effect each other,

interacting, sometimes merging to find a balance point.

No more question, just an agreeable peace for an event we all know.

Let us live it consciously.

We have resources, ' higher help', intercessors if you will.
Yes, IF we Will.

Let us become conscious of it. Let us command peace and stability.

Let us radiate Love. This is why we have come here now.



Broadcasting from ground Zero?,

a matter of the Heart,

xo

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August True