MATILDA

"marrage"...lol...Dear Dr. Freud...

Many times "manifestations" were a real inspiration and blessing..and I took them with a big grain of salt. Many times in a meeting,when I was there to hear the Word and get my heart tenderized and when I least felt like I was a ripe candidate to "manifest," I was called on to do so. I always did. And it was never made up...it was instant and honest, to the point and right from the heart. Whether it was inspiration, in spirit action, or whatever, I always just gave it to God and acted immediately. What always blew my mind was that it was easy to relinquish whatever baggage I walked in with...and let God move in me to do as He pleased, and believingly, hopefully, lovingly let those words flow. I am not a phony, nor am I delusional. It was always a personal affirmation to me, that I was not just making things up...I spoke as the Spirit moved me to do so...and I don't mean that in some supersilious religious way. Now I should say, (if, in fact anyone is reading this far into the post) that I have never seen or heard "manifestations" as such, anywhere else but in a twig fellowship...and many times I heard struggling folks speak in contrived, unnatural language...a religious affection, if you will...but heartfelt...even that I could take at face value...just listening and applying the heart of it, or just letting the words sandblast off a spiritual crustiness that often barnacled its way onto me. God is no piker and a fool to be trifled with. I think He works with us where ever our hearts are ripe to receive Him.

It never ceases to amaze me how these stories get blown out of proportion. The disinfected waybenots did not no never launch mucogenous substance at any form of floating flotsum in such great quantity. Your presumptions are skewed, o satoranius one. There were only three launchers and they weren't outside the fence. It was not 37, but the best of seven by the three. It was a crude, rude way to get even, but somewhat understandable after the infamous graffitti incident and all the hubbub that caused. That's THE one that compelled the moviehouse in St. Mary's to run that matinee disclaimer. Ha! I wonder how the lawyers resolved that one...or maybe it's still in litigation. Viva la expectorants.

sigh...is there no relief from such bad marx plaguing us? It was not a real cigar. It was the (un)faithful remnant of a past administration. Rumor says it was too short to light, but they didn't mind since the important thing was that it had been smoked out prior to the Buckeye party by Zeppo.

Satorially speaking, this kind of rumor mongering must be quashed, not fueled. There is no evidence whatever that those carcasses were foul...just dead rumor being put to rest. No human sacrifices (discounting veteran staffers) have been verified...and the unearthed bones in the woods were, no doubt, the work of the foraging raccoons, which were promptly pelleted by the on-call Bless Patrol who never meant to kill them...just stun them into submission...that they (it was a family of coons)could not withstand the Daisy blast is unfortunate. I just find the fur hats distasteful, but then waste not, want not. Ms. Prez always fancied fur flying. Just the facts, Sat...just the facts.

I think the lobster couldn't handle the celebrity of it all. Perhaps a burial at Seaworld is in order... ...garcon! Bibs for the Bubba pallbearers...

Happig Birthday, Psalmama! X M

Aarrrrrrr, Pirate, me bucko... ...that she was, born is 1933...but then...what's the diff? A vamp is a vamp...lol...and I can hardly begrudge her the work :)-->

I don't recall that twi was ever supposed to be like a father to anyone...tht's pretty laffable in itself...lol. The "father in the Word" jive was pure unadulterated horse manure, and a tweaky speaky (ala skyrider) buzz phrase that people bought into... ...do remember that (and still see viability in) the notion of Christianity being a way of a Father with his children, tho. Trouble? Hope not.

sigh... ...that to which I was alluding is found in the video version of Andrew Lloyd Weber's Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. It is an awesome show, great theatre, with some howdy do numbers that really romp and stomp. Rueben is more than a sandwich, I can tell ya that...

sheesh...don chew ga eyes no nuttin? Joan Collins. That is the name of Potiphar's wiferoo. ...and Donny being the Joseph could make a beelaver out of any loin cloth appreciating person... ...of course, maybe it would really live for me if I could read it in the original geek.

The magic of CHAZMATHMA Congratulations to both you multipliers and to your products. Very nice work and sweet blessings.

((('Bertie))) savoring...a darn right enjoyable skill.

Ah...sweet catharsis. I had a boyfriend in the military at the time...Viet Nam era. Didn't go to that prom. A thousand years later, when I met up with some guys I went to school with back then...told me they wanted to ask me, but thought I was too pretty to say "yes." EEK! I was expelled from my first high school, and didn't much care for the one I granulated from, but I wish someone would have asked. I thought it was me... I have a damaged psyche now. Ow.

Normally, I might agree with the para ya on some extremely picky points...but I impose that might appear miraculous to some random person stuck in the middle looking for some understanding in any fine category. ...but that's just myopicion.

My dear Satoreamus, That your Dad and his wife were recepients of generous and timely care is neat in and of itself, but that they(and you) got the benefit of him enjoying another season of life is especially sweet...to be savoured. In spite of whatever our spiritual hangups, virtues, or growth-charts indicate, I think that God just wanted to bless you...and a lot of other people got the good vibes and satisfaction of a job well done :)--> Viva la Dad! Hooray God! Go you White Sox!

May you be forever young. Happy B-day! X M

Conversely, my nature was bordering anal to learn the correct words to bastardized lyrics or playful mumbo-jumbo (not skat) neeby nop nubby neeby nobby nubby na na na lo lo......starshine cucucachu cucucucachu...walrus scooby dooby doo, doo doo doo dee dah...frank On another note,Santana provided me endless opportunity to splurf lyrics...lol... yew godda change yer evil waze, baby be four eyes got to say is true... or yewhang around, baby your jeans are gone with who knows who...

Thread killing is a latent gene that lurks within all of us...it's an indiscriminate killer and can strike when least expected. To admit less would rein in a guilty verdict. Jury duty might be a lopsided side item on the cafe menu...low carbs less taste. Good night, Gracie.

Funny that on Super Bowl Sunday I was surrounded by 10 blasting televisions and a couple score screaming eagle patriots... With all of that white noise (to me) the thing I perked up and watched was Paul McCartney and his light show. Big smiles from the ~. When Creadence Clearwater Revival came on before that, I was so greatful alive to read the lyrics in the closed caption box...lolololol....after all these years, finally. Of course, not being able to discern the non-articulated lyrics thru 3 decades is due to different reasons..lol... Don't go out tonite yer bounta frafer raht thars a bad moon on the rise lol...gotta love it.

...yep, Moody Blues, diggeroo. And on the other foot, I saw Peter, Paul, and Mary in concert last April...quite a difference, but the trip was the same. :)-->

A real time machine...the music catapults you back to that time or feeling in a chord or two. Oftentimes it is a nice little visit, again and again.

I clearly remember when I had all the answers on this subject. Now I know that I know that I know a little bit about a lot - and what I don't know is in a catch basket being strained of all attendant anxieties, frustrations, and faulty formulas. Living and letting go of living really is a travel study of its own. Savouring all that is good and kindly called to remembrance is a gift of sorts, a skill even, and often a blessing. We really are all in God's hands, no matter what we know or don't. I suppose faith is trust in the best order, giving it over to Him because it is His show. I am glad that your ladies have each other now, and that you all are in tune with the magnitude of love and care that binds you. There really is the greatest comfort offered in Thessalonians. You know the place. :)-->

(((Plotinus)))

Have a shellaious day, (((bert))). X M