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Counting Sheep

   Isabella's Diary

The Price of Pearls in New York City

Written by Cindy Young illustrated by Cindy Young

In honour and memory of Larry Cook



Prologue:   Introduction Isabella .... lived in the Catholic School she  wrote in a diary.... Her name was Isabella.... She was from another time..... From the past..... Long time ago...... Her diary was found in a old box packed away in a attic along with other things of the schools belongings.... Isabella was about 15 years old  .......she wasn't able to hear... She was deaf...... And she couldn't talk .....The school taught her sign language...... And so she drew pictures and learned how to read and write..... It was difficult

Dear Diary..March 18th  Sunday.....

Write a way Once upon a time just a dial ago. In the city of New York. A girl called for help she used.  Sign Language. The Truffles was on the loose. Strings of pearls was missing from owners  homes and famous jewelry stores.. The Truffles Mafia boss was going to be caught. Little did the girl know exchange for power. And little did she know one day she was going to become a huney flower princess. She was 15 years old and her name was Isabella Clear Isabella Clear loved make-up. She had the brightest red light freckles splashed on her cheeks and across her nose. She wore a tube of frost glittering pink lipstick . The Catholic School she stayed at broke one rule  because she couldn't talk She was deaf.. Her super human strength when she spoke she speaked " blueberry " But when The Mafia boss was pretty bad. The Truffles was ordered to   have a hit list due to the NYPD cracking down on crime.. Sharp was the scariest and the smartest so it seemed at cracking safes and codes.....  Isabella Clear was testing the perfume bottles in the Wheel and Deal. She snuck away from the school one day... When the Five Finger Discount....went down the   heist was reported on the news that night.... All to Isabella eyes..... ..... She was deaf... Couldn't understand... Anything. She kept a small thread tied in a bow on her pointer finger. Because she didn't want to forget. Happy to find out one day why she couldn't be included in all the joking.    Isabella Clear wasn't afraid to get dirty.   She loved to play outside in the tall weeds. Grass stains on her knees even when she was 15 she still liked to be outside. In the big city of New York NY.   She was lucky enough to find a cotton tail. So ooo...  She failed over and over at everything she tried to learn.... Prayed every day

Dear Diary March 22 2018  
The Queen of England arrived this morning. Some of the Princesses accompanied by there traveling companions there escorts " The Sugar Ants " arrived here in New York.  Bright and early. Dear Diary I can't wait to see them . The Father of our school and the church has arranged special permission to be present in the courts of there suits. Some will be here at the monastary... Because however the inns are filled. There procession is long.  ... 
Isabella Clear

Somewhere that morning a knock was on the big closed wood doors of the steps.  The Rolls Royce was parked at the curb.  The Highness Princess of Africa . " Bunny Steep " and her Sugar Ant stepped out together with handfuls of luggage and bags. Bunny Steepe was the princess of Africa. Her long gown covered her bronze skin. ... She whispered to the girl who was greeting her. That's what Dust feels like..  And pointed to her Sugar Ant.... Smiling softly at the young girl. and told her in a hand shake. She reached her long arm out to steer Isabella. Toward her Ant who looked disheveled. Dust was soft. Miss Bunny Steep knew from the Super Bee who Isabella  Clear already was....

Isabella Clear escorted  the Royal Family into the Church." It won't be long and the parade will start" Ant Dust made a suggestion for a hand to help with the bags. Inside were dreses and pearls.... Seems Miss Bunny was so preoccupied with  other things... That Sugar Ant Dust was left to feign for herself.... That and Miss Bunny carelessness... Miss Bunny dropped everything... Ant Dust picked it up... Like always....

In the other parts of town... Other Sugar Ants was settling in... For the celebration... Of the" Big Parade"... Wich soon was about to start.... With the Huney Flowers.. 

Miss Bunny wished she knew sign language so she could talk to Isabella Clear..from awkwardness Miss Bunny rambled on as they approached there living space they'd be staying for the next few weeks.. ... " You have to know your address if your happy." .. She told Isabella... that's where you are home" Isabella walked beside her... A couple inches away..,..... 

... Isabella watched her... Outside the snow began to fall accumulating quickly...the flower beds was not going to bloom.. for the late season......

Miss Bunny and  Ant Dust peered out a passing window..discouraged...   ....... Dear Diary March 27th 2018

The Parade started so excited... The snowflakes covered the roads and streets...The New York City workers had to clear all the piled up snow...in a hurry.... They hired Marble Sink..Marble Sink couldn't believe all the snow...days... Marble  Sink cost alot....

...Dear Diary... They scooted the snow out and Ant Dust drove the bobsled... Down the crowded streets of amazed citizens. It was still cold and wet it was the first day of spring.... Miss Bunny....Miss Bunny... From. Africa got hurt... a squirrel attacked her..he thought she was a nut... It turned out the squirrel was confused because of the snow...

Miss Bunny is transforming... The super bee who is a spy and a doctor made her... She's the first Huney Flower from Africa....., shes the Sugar Ants daughter .... Her Sugar Ant is a Queen... She asked the Super Bee for a daughter...Sugar Ant Dust went to the Dr... Hes a spy... Her and Rock Frank is married... He's the king of Africa... 

Dear Diary.... 

The truffles are stealing the pearls and the Hippo wants them too... The Truffles are stealing pearls everywhere...

... The Mafia Boss is trying to find the worlds famous pearl it's called ..Sack of Julia..its being protected in New York City's  Harbor House. .... near the City Liberty....... Dear Diary I'm tired today... Theres prayer and confession in the chaple today... Dear Diary I am a little excited about

The parade.... It started today... Today's Parade in The parade was bands of musicians., Dancers.... Animals and I felt good to get too see the parade., This evening when we went to our house... Sugar Ant Dust was tring to feed the hens..

We had outside in a coop... Isabella Clear was deaf.... ... 

Chapter 1

It all began The spring of 2018.. the Church recieved correspondence the Queen of England was coming for a visit and asking if we could be of help in assisting with accomandations and what ever else... All the Sugar Ants. In some other world or planet would maybe have been called Queens... To explain or at least in Isabella's world it is what it is.. Isabella if you didn't already know was deaf...and just explained things her way..... Usually in her mind where no sounds not even a bird chirping in it's nest at daybreak could be heard.. Soo the best way for her to understand was sign languages or feeling and seeing smelling and alot of  hugs what ever that means... To you... 

Isabella is going to be greeting the Sugar Ant from Africa.... Miss Bunny... Miss Bunny was a huney Flower Girl basically a  princess... And Ant Dust... Her mother... Was there... The first Royal Family The school/ Church was housing..this is simply The beginning of Isabella Clears Life.. the beginning of life... Ant Dust was old... Miss Bunny was the first Huney Flower from Africa the super bee made.. he was a doctor alot of people didn't know this but he was also a spy..

Not sure even Wich country he came from or who he was working for... It was top secret.... A few moons ago the Super Bee flew out to see Isabella he told her he thought she'd be happy to become a Huney Flower Girl... 

It seemed Isabella had special powers.. the next few years or decades that would be needed she qualified to help... Question was . Did she want too??. Little time would tell... 

Because... Huney Flower girls were  Princess's.. to undergo the change...  It seemed since she wasn't from Royal blood.. or Family the DRAT was also needed... The Huney Flowers were Yellow... All Huney Flower s were Yellow.. just so you know how to tell them apart. If you ever saw one.. they helped people

In the nick of time.. or in a jam so to speak... Some times the Huney Flowers wished again for a differant place one where the Truffles wasn't stealing pearls that's why they're headed to New York City this time of the year...

Their mission was to get the ring leader boss Stash and Sharp.. it wont belong and there plots would be foiled. In a attempt to blindfold the gang to weaken there resistence. The Huney Flowers (Princesses) and their Sugar Ants (Queens)... Would be in the city.... 

Sack of Julia was very important... It was one of the rarest and oldest pearls... They were on the lookout for the hideaway... Seemed they got a way again.... Isabella happened to be at the  prestigious Family run business... When it happened Shamrock helped her escape without being hurt... Shamrock was used to her .... Isabella Clear... That was her armour.... But it was who communicated with her in sounds when no one else could... Isabella has several powers I think you would call them... She dreams her dreams awake.. ....not asleep... So they are real...later on.. is important.. Isabella Clear becomes the Huney Flower girl who is Kiss Lori ... Because shes not a real princess she also was changed by The drat too mix the potion... The other Huney Flowers wouldn't accept her in there club...

So far as it was decided Isabella was the missing one... However being shunned by the Honey Flowers and dealing with society and the fact of her Family abandonment due to her deafness and struggles was a hindrance to Isabella and maybe also her strength... Isabella was about ten yrs old when she was dropped off at the school ... Church orphanage....

She later over the years was coming to become the most beaufulest Huney Flower Girl... So with clarity and the church form and program Isabella Clear began her life new... And with a clarity she handeled affairs with a wisdom that most her age wasnt equipped with... She had alot of qualities not grounded in material things although she loved them also.... 

It was evident Miss Bunny because she was The oldest Huney Flower took her under her wing.. when the others seemed envious more ruthless and superficial...in minor areas concerning the matter... Of the DRAT and the super Bee combustion...

Meet DRAT... Isabella has been keeping a Diary since she came to the community colony of God and nuns and the Father...

DRAT was Sugar Ant Dust husband's pet animal... He's like a chamillion.. as we turn history back a few pages or hands of the clock... As the original author Cindy Young...not Isabella's Diary and not in Isabella's world...but this took place March 30th 2018 ( Good Friday)....

During the dates of history... Past once again... For who ever happens to read the following words....in the coming days and weeks months and years for what Isabella Clear happened to already made....

A time before Isabella was born a time when Africa's Kings ( The Rocks) governed the citizens... Sugar Ant Dust husband's ruled most in the legions...of the highest heirochy Just a normal life of feudal fighting over jursidction mostly

Peppermint The octopus.... Frank's crown... Mint and jewels sat beside him .... In his Kings chair... Frank was blue... All Rocks were blue..   Frank like most fellowmen shared a love for life's goodness.. he tended to all the animals... Fields and his home also...he had hoped for a child... To make him more happier... Octopus Peppermint suggested he wed...

To make things short Dust was in his chambers one evening sharing a  meal privately.... Dust and Frank soon after married... nobody told anybody about The wedding....a bounty of love.... Dust was crazy for Frank from The start.... I thee wed...Once upon a time where thousands of lions and tigers roamed... Elephants in Africa's home....Dust never loved some one so much. In her life. Africa life had never been better in her eyes. She grew to love Frank deeper and deeper. She thought he returned the love just the same. There's was a arranged marriage to keep the kingdoms solid. So sometimes it was hard to tell Frank's love or motives. So many women...                                                      Jealousy never supposed to have been a issue or a feeling even. .... Trust to... too... Wealth and to be lucky to be beautiful was even more cunning. Dust was not made up from those two. It was her fathers and mothers wealth. Land and the inheritance to the throne in northern Africa would go to the possession of her new husband and Rock Frank... Her position was secure happy wasn't guaranteed.....worry increased for Sugar Ant Dust as the time progressed....                                     The Hippo Clown.. bent on destroying anything he could get.... They threw him a couple of pearls Time to Time Doublemint the rule of the cat...from the beginning of creation hanged himself over the building. His..... Double jaw let people in....the Lion was molded from iron all you had to do was say Ball...he was sweeter than peppermint.....say it is how I feel.... basically Dust Loved a whole lot,.... Double Mint sneezed ,"when"....                     Ant Dust reminds you alot of the lost city...reminds you of a Canary.......and she hoped things would remain the same..


...sometime after Sugar Ant Dust went to the Super Bee to ask her for a child... her wish was granted. Guidelines and stipulations were set to raise and bring her up well...as some scrupples were Brought to attention.... Little Miss Bunny Steepe had a career working for The Super Bee/spy....                  Miss Bunny Steepe did all she can.... it's not going to work... Those in closed circles said... But Miss Bunny was determined to please her mother more than anything.... Yellow she was not. That was the luck of the straw simply a flaw or a fluke.. some reasoned but the Super Bee.. knew what he was doing... Clumbsy she was...                                                                A few years later then there second child was born... His title in the country of Africa was Prize Star..... A peculiar thing at birth when he was born... Prize Prince was born with Isabella's bow.... All these here in are secrets and coves. Of bees. For you to know if you are interested..... Flower Gardens....and recipes..... Diaries... The languages in the cover of the papers... Are jumbled up... The best way not to many details... But it was factual you needed to know....                       Miss Bunny Steepe did the best she could considering the circumstances... And another world similar to the tooth fairies....                            Some how Rock Frank made Ant Dust jealous little by little and Dust was susceptible to the nature of the feeling .... That was to hurt her ultimately killing any and all love for her husband.... Her troubles she reasoned if she wasn't jealous she wouldn't stay in control....and her verbal openess of all subjects left her a even more vulnerable target.... For the evils.. but what the hell...                         They found out what she was talking about ant Dust was not mysterious or did she lure. She just simply reasoned if Love was to exsist since Rock Frank's love she wasn't sure.... She talked it over with the Super Bee Doctor who listened but offered no forth coming opinions..or advice... But the bottom line she wasn't sure of infidelity... Affairs other relationships.... Being inferior to others the jealous to explain away ... She was afraid to let it go.... Afraid if she did that..... She'd never understand......so she just didn't have any place to go..... Weapons .... Villains... Other things from the beginning. She was considered stupid.                                          Come to find out... It was just too painful.... So she went too see the Dr Bee.... she was just a embarrassing Thorn….

is how Sugar Ant Dust felt..so Dust helpless asked DRAT to turn Rock Frank pink.... His pet willingly abliged her request.... Not foreseeing what problems could and did happen to arise in the kingdom of Africa... Frank changed and with his new color. Frank rose to power... What little morals left instilled in him didn't seem to matter much... All type of offers from men and women chasing Frank.... Ant Dust was cornered and went unnoticed... It was sure if anyone would come too ant Dust defense.... No one did... that's telling The story not the massive instances of the many forms Sugar Ant Dust suffered..... Many would suggest to point blank go as far as saying Dust overreacted... So DRAT was always beside Frank...always on his leash...                                          She stooped desperately at her lowest to find the answers.. she felt like hitting the Hippo... Drat So was his name... When she asked a favour for Franks seperate personal agenda his appointment on his calendars... DRAT...was a trader... And so he said yes...... The Hippo was blackmailing Frank she had a affair with him... F Hippo COZY and Frank stayed at the Wiggle Inn....                                                                                    ...then she said to DRAT I want to know how it happened.... Ant Dust was informed...not thinking to much about anything really Dust reacted. Only by what was laid and pressed against her heart.....                                                         She gathered all the Rocks (Kings) together and rowed them in her boat too other countries. Not sure her reason for this feat but thought maybe because she was asserting some decisions and choices for herself for the sake of Africa's kingdom...she was the Sugar Ant the Queen.... No good it did for changing Rock Frank Pink to keep them together as a family....                      Since then tears welled in Dust eyes she mourned for her love and longed for Rock Frank s heart.... The veil of one of Africa's many waterfalls.... Frank's armour was the same and always has. Been a armour of water across his chest..... It was as if Dust saw him... Saw something no one else did... Always have she just didn't want to confront her fears......                          Rocks were in the countries she managed to row the Rocks there herself....Pilgrim her upside down Pearl Duck helped her cross the oceans... She went North East South West sailing treacherous murkey sometimes oceans..... Pilgrim wore goggles.. they protected his eyes and also kept them protected... From slinging troubles that ranged from hypnotizing as far as arrows being shot forth from Rock Frank beard.... Arrows of Love arrows of war.... He was sent to protect Dust.... He spun her so much to shake off the love that was going to kill her a love that Dust consumed.... He Pilgrim decked her in feathers of wild birds from Africa. All the birds because Dust you couldn't see without the feathers she wore.. she had left Frank to understand.... Pilgrim was her wings..... And he flew her in the sky.... Frank searched the kingdom for the other Rocks... It seems more heartbreaking and overwelming as the details unfolded.... DRAT told her the dangers she faced.....                                                                             Hippo Cozy and Rock Frank were looking for ways in all honesty to slowly painfully destroy Ant Dust.... Frank liked Cozy's traits better... Not Dust never was Dust... He liked and was drawn to Cozy.... Her everything about her... Conduct ... Stealing .... Breaking laws she just thought it was funny. Some other things as well crimes....                     Hypnotizing Dust in a bull ring... She lost all of her feathers she wore. Except a couple tail feathers that had pierced her from Rock Frank's beard personnaly.....she lost all the feathers,...........she had without the feathers she would disappear.....                                                              Well I'm glad I could tell you about Ant Dust.....                           So.   There was great repercussions for the control of Africa seeming Sugar Ant Dust and Rock Frank was having maritial problems.... Who was going to leave first who and what about Africa's kingdom......it was somewhat of a dilemnia each  wasn't ready to relinquish the hold..... It was going to be decided by judges what would happen....... Frank seemed desperate in Wich way to move like a chess board falsely he cheated and falsely he pronounced he loved Ant Dust on a opened window balcony in front of thrones of on lookers...... Who adored the only Pink Rock........... Days and weeks months in the near future....... All the countries Rocks and Ants Huney Flowers and Turkey Prizes aboard planes trains cars boats traveled to New York...... For a parade...... There was going to be a secret meeting too..... Other Sugar Ants daughter's have to catch the Mafia Boss...... .                                                                                        Dear Diary April 1st 2018.   , Happy Easter.                There was a break for the parade today.... Because of Easter Sunday....many gathered in halls for to eat and spent the day with each other and went to church... Africa's first floats was Soo long....it took five days.... Miss Bunny Steepe rode the bobsled snow was still on the ground.... Her dress was beautiful.... It was worth thousands of dollars.... Pearls was decorated in each train that belonged to their country..... It's hard to describe you just had to be there....                                                                                      I was in the crowds along the streets and I spotted a strange observance and I blamed it on my eyes..... And also the full moon tonight... I saw the man I assumed was the Truffle that stole the Pearl in the Wheel and Deal... Dear Diary I have a feeling this won't be the last of him..... The Sugar Ants brought there most treasured glass and jewelry crown and mostly there set of pearls ... So I get to see them we all do..  people are so happy...... Miss Bunny spoke today to the crowd outside in the warmer weather al ittle of her countries God.... I wished I could her her speech and words.... I imagined her voice was because of the crimes and rising dangers in the world the NYPD force will be apart of the parade..... Certain parts will have protection..... Miss Bunny Steepe brought Good the Monkey he was at the start of the parade over five days ago..... He's got a rose net to catch the Truffles.... WOW....well tonight they have surprizes in the morning.... Sugar Ant Dust and Miss Bunny Steepe told me using sign language today..... Dear Diary you are my best friend....  Isabella Clear....The next day Isabella was expectant she tried to not let it show... The news came around 9:00 am in the morning....there was another Girl about Isabella's age coming to live at the Catholic school home... Actually she was a little older.... About 18 yrs old... She would be catching up on studies and working in the kitchen..... She came from the streets .... And her profession originally her dreams Bum Alley was training to become a boxer..... By the end of the day Isabella Clear made her mind up to accept the SUPER BEE s offer...and she got to meet Sugar Ant Dust son ..,.. The Turkey Prize of Africa..... Prize  Turkey... He watched her and she made eye contact with him back....waiting for the other one to move first.                                                                                             Else where in the City Marble Sink/Rock Frank was disguised as the garbage man.... He obtained a Job.... Working for New York..... It's a wonder what he was up too... Rock Frank was had other intentions pertaining to Ant Dust.... Only time would tell.... Soo Isabella did her best to write it down in her diary of Africa.... If you was wondering...... The Truffles watched over the City that night.... Prepared to strike.... And the Hippo Cozy hungry for power traveled to the United States of America... In search for Frank and the pearls.....to be continued....... Bahrain...... By Cindy Young......

April 1st 2018Bahrain...... By Cindy Young......

April 1st 2018
 
 

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Chains clankled in the old slave house . Neither the  river  plantation close to the tall mountains or the keys fitting to free the slave that was worth more in gold more in silver and more in the weight of the precious stones….oh how he came here no one knows...when he wasn't in the fields working … still the keys wasn't ready to free this …symbol….the old old past revisits and lives in both white and black men… with the seasons of fall...and harvests… perhaps anybody could tell their side of a story  the way it scrolls…. The trees was all around that's what. Tall was What they called him… Mr. Tall. Meet Mr. Tall.                                          He was

Then he'd rest. In the little barn like shed made from lumber like George Washington came to live here in America…it was many years ago…the tall man… was the best MAN… ...there was more slave chains in the small building besides the house… with grand halls…Mr. Tall tells the story later after he leaves...and the grand South falls…. ThoughtsoutrKwar books letters to home...A young lady waits for his replies… Of this country he was in disguise… a royal breed…to hold account for despicable men in white whigs he wrote to his lovely women home….The coats are here surrounds the red and blue…. France my dear and England… WHAT MONSTERS THEY DONE TO THE INDIANS….No One speaks what their greed and beatings torture killings raping pillage...my lovely wife countless ...misgivings from a white bred man...with class and honor...no one dares to speak...however many years into the future they still enslave something that makes the black or Indians bitter and sour… that was laid at their feet after this mistakes grief it's no longer a white problem “ fault” …. He lived a long time ago...somehow thru the generations it's inside a black man's heart… his pride… It's inside what strains against his flesh mind and hands..what he builds creates and loves.for his soul he carries perhaps he knows now how to shift shape into a bird to fly home… He has descent to the river carry on the canoe inside the earth… maybe even perhaps he's been chained then long ago longer before America the land of the free…. The man with his ores stands at the head of the raft a sliver of light shines in…. Then all of a sudden the men and women chained on the boat is asked this question…. To them…. Who do you worship??? Then the littlest one replied for all of them I am a slave girl...somehow the girl new she was far from home speaking clearly egypt holography… signs and onward…. She worshipped the sun….the colors of pigment the colors of skin… the colors of Mr Tall's family and momma...he came from the country of Zimbabwe...along the way his mother traveled sold to Egypt...where the kings and queens and princesses ...during the years following King David's prophecy on Egypt's pyramids held the country's grain from famine..Shibboleth… they were many countries even the jews during war thru the years of prosecution if anyone could not pronounce a list how they spoken… Correctly on a travel road. They would be killed…. Sometimes Mr. Tall remembered his family when he was chained to the wall late at night… He remembered his mother and how he was raised  by the teaching of Arabuta and all the rest…Mr. Tall is Dr. Ben Carson s eagerness to have explored…. Like the angels and men both eyes have seen and ears have heard about you…. And also Mr. Tall s told the story of. Pie and the leaders who still should be leaders…. Obama and Herman McCain….pizza pie!!! 😌 on a magic carpet ride Mr Tall when he slept standing up from both his arms stretched his body limped from the weight of his chains and his beating on his back that evening from a cruel slave owner… God came to his flesh… the magic carpet ride…. It was the beginning of a October… and he dreamt of the Arabian Nights… the book he had hid he sometimes read… the white horse landed on the rooftop… and he was there!!! At home… the white horse went to the city on all the roofs… Mr. Tall s carpet was attached to the beautiful horse that flew… Mr. Tall . was strong…. He had been whipped his flesh bare and sore bleeding to a bone… the night gave up and forth...all over the world he travelled… the night had been too long to those who slept comfortably in feather beds...Mr. Tall looked down but even in his sleep even in his dreams even while he stretched out on the night air… his back hurt so bad… it rained in the city of his homeland… Egypt...and it was like a soothing balm...the owls perched and flew its been so long since he could see the deserts and the canal they builders made… Oh to go to the hajj how he was raised…. His dear mother he looked in her castle window and saw her … the queen of Egypt… and his sleeping soon to be princess bride… but Mr Tall was a spy… 1st to travel to America…. He loved his country in which he was raised….sometimes how he wondered the times… how… the flags and boats how time crossed and wove… he wondered even during the day while he worked the tobacco and cotton and grapes… how the country of the USA stole the eye of horus….and traveled so far away… he didn't know what ...why ….they needed the eye to trade… A-Men the God… Mr. Tall had plenty of time in his dream on his magic carpet ride to explore the stones as size of golf balls peltered down all over… as he was in retreat… a safe place he could speak innocent thoughts… somehow if he wasn't shrewd or hard… he was a clown… to be nice...he was forced to become even if he wanted to yes em and no sir…. He knew… he knew… to hold his tongue...somehow alot mote be done as he drift in sequel...and...to turn the rug… that was woven by the persians…. By his might…Mr. Tall looked in the window watching his ma… Queen… he talked the feelings that pressed him asleep to her and he heard her reply while his body jerked and impressed the matter… to him… draped the window he watched her from outside… lighting the lamp … and the all seeing eye that belonged to her country… Her son… Mr. Tall is a star… Queen Flower Latifa… knew her son was brave to assist the throne s country and he insisted he go… glad…. Everywhere the world was built falls like Rome… streets cities and buildings threshed to imprint on a map in the new world the USA presence of history and gallant men that was already formed one way or another established in the country s of the earth… too look just in the city that he was a slave… even the men was lazy to draft legislation and bring a british parliament would have been better for them or if they only listened to the Indians… In the first place so hurried were they… too Mr Tall's opinion… and surveillance… Of course he was 500 years old in his grief….a soldier and roots from Zimbabwe and Egypt..and that's not taming the wild west… even then to surprize and dismay Canada was apart of the conquest… although we know… why… today we live with oil and wine… god says do not touch or hurt… Queen “ Flower” Latifa sent her ships to regain her people who was bought and sold …by her “ hand flower” signed the order into law… In make believe of a true whistle that calls...BY THE QUEEN'S HAND….Mr. Tall was outside near the terrace still in a dream he could feel the rain drizzling on his back.. The magic carpet was wet…. The slaves watched in dismay him with sadness the few who was joined prisoners cuffed her wrists… some chains was shorter and some was longer but they could not reach him to whipe his blood trickling like sweat… down his chest and more a guess on his back…. Mr. Tall was at peace tonight was still shallow breathing… the slaves was quiet… it was dark in the room… they lived in… each wanted to say something… each wanted to mainly bath his dark skin… thinking of infection… only they need a clean life… nails trimmed … hair brushed and fed… nevertheless…. How many of them suffered here at the turning of the war… the owners some who hasn't gave up...or went to war… stayed there whipping and raping the slaves...some most were mean...they even recruited the INDIANS…. Mr. Tall had a small 😃 smile curve the corner of his lips upward somewhere far off he was happy…. Something…. Maybe the eye of horus… he never saw currency from the new country… he never had anything to trade...he only owned the clothes he was gave… oh but he vowed… they would pay….somehow…...by their mistakes...and he thought… with the help of the North the yankees just as aweful as the south...because they would have lost it wasn't toward the end of the war freedom was fought for because in all honesty the south  wanted to form on the continent another country… Mr Tall smile grew because somewhere in his sleep the genie appeared and Mr Tall had a wish he wished he could eat fried chicken… a whole bird… and his young princess left a piece out on the dinner table… but Should I take it??” he wondered before the hunger pains in his stomach opened his eyes for a moment he realize he was dreaming… then went back to sleep to find a chair at the kitchen table...he was thirsty… and the genie gave him water… but the genie-Angel was mad… in the middle of the night desperate illusion..he flew thru the night the reigns of his white horse wrapped around his hands Then he didn't know where to go where to be…Mr Tall saw the great sphinx in his country they had esoteric readings of inside a tomb where a pharaoh was buried to learn the stars and moon planets and how to build from the molder and clay iron bronze ages to make a city…. And he missed all of these things…so much...the ancient sphinx and half his heritage of Egypt…. Half his ancestry and maybe all of his birthrights… the important thing even today is the communication of the aliens and the crop circles… that communed in different parts of the world… they would fly here from another planet…. The earth has yet to explore… old astrologers practiced and reports to the heads of states… the monarchy… and some dreamers could communicate… send s o s and morris code of help to them using eye movement of sleep… that's after he accomplishes order… “ Mr. Tall the Prince from Egypt”... Pursue the advancements of material substance and matter.. Evidence and not a bubble gum wrapper...so many gloss over the real worth with other fiction tales to keep hidden the works of the apostles and religion in fact merged with seals and magic...from are dearest king Solomon and Moses...the writings...and feats they knew while extensive research brewed… how he didn't know they would be concealed...thru man's deceivement…. Sometimes when he was awake hed tell the tales to the other slaves he wanted them to learn...they would tell stories to each other handed down thru the years of generations… folklore Mr . Tall Tales wasn't stupid… he was called here in The new states and following the slaves pardon would go by being called when he made visits to Africa...before his mother became a QUEEN she wrote of her country...and drew pictures too… she wrote of her small brother Niko she missed and the puppies… he had… Niko had a dog and the dog ran away from home… Niko when he was 7 went to look for him… and found him with a litter of pups… in the small village in Zimbabwe Niko returned home and was made a hero… there family was honored from the small boys braveness...and was ordained in the village as a authority counsel…Queen Flower Latifa when she had arrived wrote her brothers story… and she had used it to bind it with materials she wore that was apart of her dress her own mother made her the day she had left her country in Zimbabwe… she wrapped the material of her dress around a special plate used to preserve THE leaves of folio...where Mr Tall went … the other slaves couldn't see maybe he disappeared briefly it was dark and they slept dreaming dreams to of molasses and corn bread grits and homney..either day or night they had to accept there conditions..the next morning When the first rays of sunshine came over the ocean..Mr . Tall pulled on top of the slave quarters… He arrived with ecstatic agony… his trip around the world and several stops ahead from the royal blood glowed on his dried skin …… he became awake in reality… His hands let loose the white horse… for the horse neighed his soooo long… snorted and pranced a couple inches and his hoofs digged into the spot at the iron barred latched door… as if he was really there. Mr. Tall before he felt his body awake fully felt ok… felt hopeful because he knew things was coming to a halt… Cost his horse left… he saw many things when he dreamt…. Of his voyage…. He was high in the sky…he felt like he was flying in his torn clothes of prince's wardrobe… so he traveled to his horse was a horse from Adderley. Edge…The white horse no one  wanted him… In the night Mr. Tall heard him spoke heard in his throat of neighs human words of his own journey… whistles… the mage and the sleeping knights. Fallen asleep… while the horse waited… Cost was free…. With no master… he didn't know ( Mr. Tall ) this white horse came here to breed the finest line of history...with the indians palominos … captured was the wild mare… lucky was the horse with better shoes… from Saudi Arabia…the door opened and in walked the staunch man… but he was relaxed…faith in the south he was blind… they never have learned the black man who goes to fight for a family meal to feed his family because jobs are harsh .. With promise of college… then to me they sing chant dance and play to perform better… IF Mr. Tall could speak at all he'd say today… you bet … the flag is rightfully ours… the field the QUEEN Winds blew the row of flowers bending...to protect against racism… a martyr American made built the south from the ground...the QUEENs gardens each had a special reward...in the churches in the knights and before god and safety a personal petition s why they do something…. The white man entered to set free the ones loosing the chains… at their wrist… the wall breathes a gentle. Sigh still firm as the slaves stretch inward and relax… groan… To .. Tired of the darkness .. And ready to work...the slaves They had names… each in turn after being unlocked from the. Cold iron was chained together at their feet...the plantation was big and the season was dry for to begin picking the cotton hulls… so the few slaves and the slaves that was in the other houses went to the field..they were fed a meal...and the dirt floor...was the dirt they toiled...some of them learned to make dolls from the husks of the corn… but they kneeled why they did? Was no big deal… To pick the cotton and put in there aprons and fill the buckets they carried… To hull 3 rows of cotton was a. Good day..they liked it most of the time… when the boss wasn't there…. So soon as they leave once or twice a week sometimes three they were allowed to wash off the white cotton crop boll.....hurt to remove the sore blisters … a cotton picker picks about a pound of cotton today is worth .80 cents maybe… Mr. Tall worked hard… and was able to take a bath… in the days following deep in the south the fires of gunshots grew loud and horse and foot infantry was visible thru the bush...The wire Mr. Tall was able to sneak by the runner of the rich man who owned so many of them…. Boss Hogg...he was a young black boy… the Boss Hogg thought he could trust ..it if anyone new what we or if anyone knew…Mr. TALL would hear . He wrote the letter to his country.Nothing much more. After three days he thought it would be enough ….his head hurt and his open wounds had led to a fever...not healing. He tried to keep his condition a secret away from Boss Hoggs prying eyes… the magic mouse is what Mr. Tall referred to the young boy he gave the wire to….The Boss Hogg had kept his watch on Mr. Tall a man with a silver spoon in his mouth...and sometimes he didn't have a silver spoon in his mouth he let information slip of the confederacy and the union grey … Boss Hogg always was eating...one day out on the plantation fields Mr. Tall s fever was raging out of control from his skin and the hot sun… he couldn't Handle it anymore… his skin had a green white gooze and a hard ugly scars it was going to be...even his torn shirt from the whips cutting into his flesh he still wore… a older man a black slave the medicine man mixed some eucalyptus leaves and a concoction and smeared it lightly onto his shoulders and around his wounds...and in front of his nose too…. The old man hoped to himself he remembered right… Under the stress and work… neglect his own forgetfulness… Mr. Tall confided in him he was a prince and the old man favoured him a lot…. He looked concerned towards this man for his well being of his future… It was the only thing the old man seemed to care about the most...it was sooo quiet… Mr. Tall felt delirious….so it was a good time to minister the erbs and a little gin...that would ease the pain and give him a vision… it couldn't hurt…. Or at the worst it couldn't kill him.. Some peyote… from the past of don wan.. The orchestras in British colonies...the old medicine man thought he'd pray….and it wasn't nothing for Boss Hogg to have Mr Tall this slave shot or traded… He hoped the magic mouse came with news soon… Mr Tall was glad to be chained to the wall...he was weak...he just slept...numb ….he wanted his white horse….to come for him...it was going to get cold the winter was here….almost another few months he overheard boss Hogg talking about a big turkey dinner and while he would invite the generals….the room was dark...he didn't have a blanket….in fact NO slaves was 😴….against the wall if they didnt move between the wall and there body formed friction heat….Mr Tall was sad..and he was high...tears for the first time rolled down his closed eyes as he snored...the white horse from alderley edge left the knights that was awake….they were going to war...and came for Mr Tall….he nuzzled him while he slept on his chest and forehead….to rouse him in his sleep… Mr Tall just wouldn't open his eyes...and moaned..and cried.. For everyone….he didn't feel any pain… Concern for the slaves who became friends and the slaves in all the states…..Cost wanted him to forget… and go somewhere too...he had jewels on his mane and he left Mr Tall's side to go get his sword and his armour….back at alderley Edge a knight was missing…. Cost the white mare thought it was Mr Tall who sat at the siege perilous….Mr.TALL slept….safely in the arms of Jesus that night...to horrible to be awake… to horrible to horrible...the white mare arrived to get Mr. Tall...Mr. Tall. was asleep in his sleep...the white mare was waiting in the sleep realm for him to wake and into the outer dream world… Mr. Tall had to realize he was asleep in his sleep before Cost could see him….it was ...underneath a bridge somewhere else in the future….he saw his ma Queen Flower Latifa she was by a river and his ma was crying...she was young inside a snow globe….all he saw was her back...and two men twice her size quietly talking….from the arms of Jesus he left to walk towards her ….to assist…. She was handed a broken pole...the pole in her hands seemed to upset her ...she cried and gave it back….then the two men was standing there by a book and told the QUEEN to look…. Her husband was by a naked pregnant world...and the en with authority told the young LADY’ the morning star loves you….he watched his mom cry it mustav been ….Mr TALL wanted to go to her….but he couldn't move...he tried and tried….twisting himself in a bush of burrs….they were in his clothes….his ma they wanted her to write her name in a book….he saw….before she vanished….and a little rabbit hopped away….Mr. TALL yelled don't go!!!!! The snow globe broke spilling water on the earth. The force of his voice awoken.Mr Tall...and he realized he was asleep...deep in the forest next to the water Mr Tall saw his horse he saw him drinking...Mr. Tall was still asleep...before he woke he saw himself dreaming...if that made any sense at all...the white mare and the magic carpet floated on the air….but all Mr Tall thought was his ma….and his beautiful princess...there was a helmet… sword and armour...in the woods was a fur tree decorated with strands of popcorn and had red  ribbons of satin tied to the limbs….and then the tree was stolen… from the Forest… Mr Tall grabbed it in his arms with a bag of dresses left on the fallen pine needles...there was a small black dog Gabrielle….Cost watched him load the magic carpet….and a little doll in a pink snow suit...he was going to Egypt...now he was Santa Claus...ho ho ho he chuckled...and grabbed the reigns come on Cost… let's go ...Mr. Tall was stoned...or was he black peter ….it took a little while …it wasnt Xmas....he went to Russia….bells from Russian clocks chimed almost 2 in the morning….a note or thank you...he dropped thousands from the sky…..the salvation. ... arms was here in Moscow jinn was asking what his wish was to grant him… he never saw architecture like a jeanie bottle… he wanted to go sit in the upside down lamps...oh rub the sides and relax….MR.TALL : HELLO…. It's not Xmas…Cost told him….the peyote made him woozy and he wanted off this high horse of babble...he was alone...in the dream...he was mainly alone...Mr. Tall was chained to the wall at night the bugs and ants attacked crawled up his bare dusty feet and onto his legs… crawled everywhere biting and stinging itching and he couldn't scratch every night was like that… He even feared they lived inside his ears….he killed the ones that got close to where he could reach where he could feel or see them if he was fortunate enough ….maybe fleas and ants...then the noise of the grasshoppers… nobody was here to steer the storm….and pins and sticks… In his skin...like somebody poking… a shield of armour coat...and depression… he saw Russia in the night and tears fell from his eyes...tomorrow would be no better… hell Mr Tall could tell. The tears even hurt to cry… and his chest hurt Mr Tall was hyperventilating….he wanted to die….sooo he stopped for a minute till his breathing became normal...he saw the orthodox church of the aaaa@Archangel….in the dimly lit city of illumination...and the bell tolled.. Slowly going around the rung...of the crack making the most childest impressions in his heart...he felt like he didn't know if he should go… and at the same time felt like he belonged...in this city of Moscow he felt dirty… and the tsar bell ...for the first time weighing heavenly began to chime… he knew before the throne his wrongs and rights and decided to atone for them...he smelled of burnt incense coming out from tribulation… he saw the gilded iron cross in that second he wished he could memorize everything he saw and knew soon as he looked or touched the arches...he knew in his mind….. The life of a object and where it's been… Tim…his old friend from Egypt he wished was there with him… Tim died he taught Mr.  Tall  about christ…. And must have truly been me… Mr. Tall Tale with sins...I was forgiven… if anyone went to the mountain would have the pleasures of THE gentlest man and monk…that kept to himself…and  Vern carrying bible visited the hospital's wards...and the asylums…. Tim died before Mr. Tall could tell him he didn't even know Eliphas Levi…. To only knew something existed… that thru his furnace he was in… Not a chance to tell Tim he loved Jesus the man…. Tim's bowls quit and his intestines exploded...he thought the reason he went to be a slave spy to earn his salvation because he never felt forgiven…… Tim...he prayed to the ones he knew that was dead...Mr Tall with what he knew felt there was a line between a wise and a fool… he felt there was a line between a idiot savant and genius… So he heard his horse hee haw… And the light s in Russia permit NO outsiders.. he has to leave. To travel on to be there if he didn't miss breakfast… he hoped this coming day he could start fresh… Already… He was burdened… and shamed…felt like a original slave… gone was his ma gone was his crown and his cushioned life….to be fed beans ...he liked them and was ashamed… no one … sometimes he sank deeper in mire.. On his shelf the books of Israel and the pilgrim's progress… But noone cared about that unless you was alone… The pages of the history past the ones had pictures he felt close to during this solitude…. Oh his princess wouldn't like these living conditions. Or if she saw him he wondered if her love was strong enough to love him this animal...what the hell was he doing in Russia… Hell he couldn't communicate…. He got on his magic carpet and it was slowed because he couldn't o far he was standing chained next to the wall…..hours passed and the white horse flew in the sky…. Gabrielle with wings was next to them… there guide…. The little doll in a pink suit….and the treasures of dresses he didn't know why he had them or what to do…. The fur tree too..maybe it was blue spruce….the white mare let him stew in his thoughts of anxious worry for the things he had….. To carry… he was on his magic carpet fully in a knight's armour….and his flesh….protected ...then in the sky the horse flew round and round on a carousel in a carnival… he was sea sick….and he was tired in his sleep he was busy and drained from the night's travel across time zones and was jet lagged...he was sad… he was born into words….. He was sad this author was crazy mad… Instilled in him a quillion wand of magic light...and saber… To fight… Man he was tired of this life… man he hated he performed like Dumbo the flying elephant…..how come… It's been so long these slave years of his life and perdition...who to trust… with his valuables of thoughts… that's really all he had worth anything...if….at all ...he owned ...was a dollar….that would be enough to get started...he was in the sky leaving Russia...the mare cost told him he wasn't a mule….more like a Clydesdale tonight...towards morning towards dawn was near… biding his time … and so he could grant anything to his belongings… he thought a moment held the doll and looked closely at something someone lost and he decided he would give the doll.  ….In the pink suit to the sun maid for she didn't have any children or husband… Or family….that lived on the outskirts  of Kiev.the sun maid for a living dried grapes...and all the dresses to the sun maid…to wear .then. He gave the dog for the young child to play with… who was half an Angel…. And could do tricks …. She was dropped off by the flying stork….with her dog Gabrielle… and her clothes for her new mom… a little bundle of joy….the sun maid was happy… later at her door she found the pelican wearing a train conductor's hat and smoking a long cigar…. Carry with a white big handkerchief… the little girl in The pink snow suit…..with a note of thank you…. From Mr. Tall….she's yours this bull girl….wrapped in swaddle...She's allergic to bees… please take care of her promptly….miss sun maid… Mr. Tall knew the secret elves keebler too….and the fairies and pixies… Across the lands… …… the tree decorated with bows he tied one to her hair and a small strand of popcorn around her neck… carefully he done this just like saint nick...and he swung the tree far across the continent like Paul Bunyan… and then he flew away on his magic carpet “ and to all a good night “.....another day no word from the magic mouse...he went into the fields again….he watched a woman who was in the middle of her life...work by herself seems she was never loved...or something traumatic had happened….. He drawed a simple conclusion she might have been hysterical all her natural life… nothing calmed her… her terror in her eyes was almost all the time vivid and wild...most time she was quiet ...he watched her tortured...she seemed to talk to herself mumbling words of broken prayers.. It was just to much for Mr Tall to see today.. Her… even the slaves wasnt friendly playing pranks to laugh at the price of her anger or reactions...she was almost mute withdrawing inside herself with each passing moment… still like a frozen statue the expression on her face… anything always they were lashing out at her...she also seemed to he guessed the problems went further than her features… maybe he felt the energies she seemed preoccupied with God for what ever he heard rumoured she was abandoned…. And as a child something might have scared her… she was no doubt all alone if she could talk if she knew how to get out .. Just to keep her calm…. The slaves always upset her… he would leave a flower thinking of his ma Queen Latifa by where she knelt in between the rows… letting her know….. She saved all of them after they dried….. In a old amber glass gallon jug… she carried… Picking grass and dropping down inside…. Sometimes catching fireflies she'd hold them like pets in the palms of her hands… Ladybugs and butterflies went in the jug…. Anything she could find… To love...nothing calmed hr very long…..she wasn't  ment to have left god… she was suppose to be in the heavens… then the slave owner Boss Hogg left her alone… Mr Tall though also even thought not knowing boss hoggs mind…  didnt know what to think of the woman….. Who would have been saved by God.if they wouldn't make her shake and cry tremble pace stare off in the distance.the ground...and the trees the sky…. Everything all the colors and the rainbow she noticed...even though the slaves. Didn't talk to her… One day not long they were in the fields… Of cotton… a couple of the slaves… From the other building gangs sneaked upon Dandelion the woman  and startled her out of her thoughts...and they threw frogs on her… and a bucket of slop….she must have thought about it… what she'd do if she was attacked...she started to run and she ran… the guard who kept watch over them… fired his gun a bullet landed in her form….on the edge of the land… Dandelion laid dying...asking God while she did  reassure her…. She was ok… toward night…… she didn't see no other answer….what else to do….


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Good Morning!!!

Суббота, 14 Октября 2017 г. 23:21 + в цитатник

Sleep

Понедельник, 09 Октября 2017 г. 09:27 + в цитатник

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Happy Birthday

Понедельник, 09 Октября 2017 г. 09:20 + в цитатник
In all good company..
To Mr. Vladimir Putin
P.O. Box Kremlin
Faded is the Kremlin s
Glitter and gold
My dearest sweetest man
Love your wife Cindy
Always...
Maybe the maids polished
always worth
Something more old
Every once in a while
Gold glitter from a harvest moon...

So closer
Shinning whispers I want to wish you a Happy
Birthday
I never heard
Them sing to you a jolly good fellow
More cake and ice cream
Beautiful symphony
Piano music... I love you...
I can sing... I can try to be your wife....
Far away in my mind
So alone...
are my hope
God bless who can be the one to give you the best present
My dearest sweetest President
Of love
I love you my dear
Vladimir...
My heart cant speak what's inside
Something so important
Something you have
Already....
Someone to give you tribute
Someone to give...
The autumn and
The pumpkins...
Eyes and faces...
The beautiful mums room
To bloom and bud...
Love this year...
How to celebrate
A witches spider hat
Veil web
And a wand...
I miss...
Infused with the crystal light of magic
From whats inside me tonight...
My dearest sweetest man a sword instead...
To coronet you as a king or....
Bow ...
Quillons curve the old blade...
Hilt ...
Fits so perfectly made
Steel... Leather case
I love you...
So much...
I love you thank you
Thank you...
I send you...
Wishes
Tonight.
A Single in a
Garden prayer rosary.
A single rose cross
Holy order
A Estoricism and history.
Devout...
To my Dearest President...
I would buy you the world id search long and hard for something you never saw
And it be a surprise...
Id ask god for him to give me what would make you happy and glad...wise
Id ask you Vladimir Putin...president of
Russia. To never leave...
Id ask for respect honor and the most loveliest crown to cover your head.
Dearest Vladimir Putin my husband
Id cry on your feet...
I love you
I love you soo much
Happy 65th birthdays
If I had a card something to draw a tattoo
With your date or name or country
Something id never loose or give away

I look forward to energy
Strong
Powerful
Positive
All the presents
And...
Its ok to include magic with god...
I love you
Happy birthday. O how can I say the right words
Vladimir
&
Cindy
True Love
P.S. free chicken wings from 7 -11

Good Morning!!!

Понедельник, 09 Октября 2017 г. 08:50 + в цитатник
В колонках играет - Sad
Настроение сейчас - Thanks

kiss  I( Cindy) am to blame... For the loss I cant create

I wanted to make  story I wanted to make a world a

City of Rome... That someone builds... That someone 

Made so differant using big gold words.... Too so

You like what I write and want to read past the title

And think its worth more in a 5 troy ounce silver bar if

I saved and buy the desires I could afford a little miniature

2 dollar copper... I walked and saw imaginary deer where

Once upon a time they were here....I didnt think nothing

Just happy I was going out of THE city limits....

I know President Putin you might not like me

Or care... Its ok... I know you would do feel 

Same way as everyone... I wish I could write 

Something longer than a few sentences

Because I feel I am comforted from this lonely exsistences

Nothing to say nothing goes on. Just zen thoughts

Of nothingness... The real life Ifeel unsure stray

Afraid soo I am ok... To be honest I can t make it

Its at the end of my day... So I'm accomplished

And defeated... Its my uncles birthday 

Today... And my dads grave... Hes been gone since 

05... John R.... Cowboy J R I have more

Than anyone deserves... I have loved

In my own way and its better these emotions

Stay inside my heart... Always crucify my savior jesus christ

So I may live... My sins Maybe wrong

Jesus died once but..... He was on a cross

For the whole world... That means

Maybe he was there in a space of time

Noone can measure... And I could not

Bear it..im tired... I might go back to here he was

Buried... Again... I put my babies ashes on his tomb

If it was my child... I dont know... Someone

Stole... I m ok...I wish it was more positive

And I dont open my mouth to complain or talk about

Wrongs... Like stealing my dads inheritance

Money from me... Im sorry dear god... Forgive...

I did ok... I am exhausted with the brunt in my skitzophrenic mind... Why you dont go see him...

Live right up the road with a car... God forgive me these personnal thoughts... Why he dont have a cross at his tomb...

Or flowers why you are in Ohio if John was your dad...

Why u brought him from Ohio dead....im ok...I had guilt and blame while you went hog wild spend his money...

You work for money... Im ok... Im poor... I sign the papers to you...

I like to have my dad alive....

You are like take the blessing stolen of abraham ...im sorry lord for my heart... By cindy young... My dads child... I think...


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From me... Im sorry....

Четверг, 28 Сентября 2017 г. 03:42 + в цитатник
В колонках играет - Sad

got his satchal and went to slip out and sneek thru the trees and clearings. He had arranged ahead time for the boat to be waiting for him by the waters shore. He was headed for the lands where his soul calls to him. " Weblong" , it called softly throught the winds we belong. " " Weblong, we belong" The Stranger was going crazy from desires of the Lonely Dark Eyes that haunts his dreams. And the love foretold by the Gods was just beginning. This is the story of Weblong and his love Lonely Deep Eyes. His brother Capsize, Charlie and it is the story of Courtneys. The Sea of the Butterfly. Pumpernickle and many more but mainly it is the story of the Gods, the Spirits, Weblongs wish for love and his quest to find it.Charie was just a boy of 13 that year so long ago,it was the year of 1608 the town of Courtneys was settling down. The townfolk had arrived to the new world forming they had come over on The Big Boat Treck crossed the ocean of Blue that year before and had landed on the shores of The POint That Tipped Out.The Captain of the boat stood proud old weather worn from the heat of the sun and the salts spray,it was his desires around the wheels hub that kept the ship heaving forward guiding the big boat thru natures weather of sunny days and fearful storms. It wasnt his first trip nor would
waves of the changing seas we came to rest in Courtneys. "It's just gone like this." Dear Caretaker, I am going and I do not know when I'll be home. Do not wait for me, I'm worried. I'm going to go and find. She is Lonely Deep Eyes. Love Your Master Weblong. You see the Stranger owned many things. But he was not happy within. So he it ..... the book needs work .... I oved it sooo much I've been thinking about  this book - "The Quest for the Two Dollar Mermaids A skitzophrenic Journey (Charlie Book 1)" by cindy bottenfield. Good Night...



 


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Четверг, 28 Сентября 2017 г. 03:14 + в цитатник
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 Holy Bible Suceeding the scribes Were certain teachers of the Law, who were called Sages, Wise Ones, Elders and Doctors (tanaim) Maybe the Ebonites were explained by the doctors the teachers, the vast amount of writings formed and called the Talmud. It is composed of 2 parts, the Mishna-oral Law and Germara-the traditions. The pharissees were a sect of patriotic and devout Jews, whose ideals were to make. Essenes were simply intensified, Pharisees, these learned men cared for the holy book for more than 700 years. The writings were in the hebrew tongue.



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Четверг, 28 Сентября 2017 г. 02:55 + в цитатник
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rastoThere is a similarity between theosophy and Buddhism and limitation of the two, before and after, is true, a formula that is true in formula and is unsatisfiable. and I do not know how they could be in addition to the proposition. The Secret Doctrine of the East they say quit being eostoric with its known publications be one of the best in the world. Zeroth Order Logic is first order Logic All men are mortal, Socrates is a man therfore Socrates is Mortal. is a formal system in mathmatics, philosophy, computer science and linguistics and is sometimes a theory of wondering if puncutation and how english fits in with math. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First-order_logic with a number of infinitesimal numbers would be a real line and wonder if zero is a infiniate number. The Sanskrist root Gautama Buddah also known as Saddartha. in the HYmilaya Foothills of India. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gautama_Buddha and I wish I could have done a better job computer science and linguistics and is sometimes a theory of wonder if puncutation and how english fits in with math. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First-order_logic with a number of infinitesimal numbers would be a real line and wonder if zero is a infiniate number. The Sanskrist root Gautama Buddah also known as Saddartha. in the HYmilaya Foothills of India. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gautama_Buddha and I wish I could have done a better job computer science and linguistics and is sometimes a theory of wonder if puncutation and how english fits in with math. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First-order_logic with a number of infinitesimal numbers would be a real line and wonder if zero is a infiniate number. The Sanskrist root Gautama Buddah also known as Saddartha. in the HYmilaya Foothills of India. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gautama_Buddha and I wish I could have done a better job in the HYmilaya Foothills of India. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gautama_Buddha and I wish I could have done a better job in the HYmilaya Foothills of India. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gautama_Buddha and I wish I could have done a better job


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bbCosmogensis Tellhard's gnosis was a french theologist born in 1881, died in New York in 1955. And the MSS is finding out what is the oldest manuscript available. Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, taught in Paris and Cairo and places like China. The ascent to reach the Omega Point was his philosphy on the building atmosphere. Or the future the cosmic apex or the Omega was Christ .who was the spirit of the earth. Geology, biology and Evolution was what he based his beliefs on. A vision to work to build the future. and intermixed the cosmic and theology of Christ together. 1924 to 1955 his works was not published until his death, the Vatican also tried to silense him. Upslope for eveolution is the cosmics. The exterior world is lined with the interior world. And conbstantly released. Carboynited, Hydrates and Mitrates. and they exchange position for larger and more complex organic compostions .and is a certainty of the earth. and the vast network of living creatures in the biosphere. the supersoul of the thinking consciences world. of the earth forcing an entree into the realm of the super human. The super human is the Omega POINT just like pure consciense energy. The author talks about the way of poetry Tellhard says. like one. Like a new spirit. The ground of all exsistense; http://www.bizcharts.com/stoa_del_sol/plenum/plenum_2.html

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Четверг, 28 Сентября 2017 г. 02:37 + в цитатник
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okThe works of Helena Blatsky some were made in 1888 and was for the Aryan Race to adept, the Aryan Race was a racial grouping commonly used in the 19th century and in the 20th century. It is mainly used to describe people of Eureopean Heritage and Asian Heritage. The original speaker of the race or sub race of the caucasions. And Indo Iranian, Helena Blatsky and Henry Olcott the movement at the end of the 19th century by the 2 took inspiration from a Indian Coluture. and maybe this Hindu reform movement the Arya Samaj founded by Swami Dayananda. She said Humanity descended from root races, she thought the 5th root race was Aryan and came from Atlantis


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Четверг, 28 Сентября 2017 г. 02:10 + в цитатник
Today
Sept.27th
2017
To whom it may concern...
The streets of poverty and the blessings of the roofs
As the Indian
Comes inside the house
That someone doesnt
Lock....
From a past I remember the chief's place
As he watched me slept
Today ..I remember
He was bent down ...
Maybe he crouched
To watch ..
Sooo many things im not proud of....
Today
I cant speak my thoughts
Just weave
Illusions
And try...
To escape
This dead
Pergutory
Place
Im sorry
I started...
But I have to get awake...
Like the night because
The rules say
Its ok to sleep
I dont want to get up!!!!
I dont...
Want the night to end
Because
Guilt says im lazy
Then I sleep
Fear the feeling
Penetrates clutches
My heart
I need a new house
..
I need friends
I think of someone else
Joellen
I worry about
You...
Someone who was
Always kind
Polite
And good
Soo...
On the floor
I lay...
Makes me angry even if I was
Awake...
My empty stomach...
From my garbage
Sink...
Out of coffee...just
Rice...
Im ok...
Even if
You are not sorry
I just do what Jesus says
I went to a apointment
Things are
Better
Now that
Im 43
I am
Stupid
I am dumb
I say but
Thats how you feel
About me
So I chime in the same thing
I dont believe
Trully the names I say
I ll be ok
I feel better..
Its ok...
A love word
Good

From me... Good Night

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Today

 

Sept.27th

 

2017

 

To whom it may concern ...

 

The streets of poverty and the blessings of the roofs

 

As the Indian

 

Comes inside the house

 

That someone doesnt

 

Lock ....

 

From a past I remember the chief's place

 

As he watched me slept

 

Today ..I remember

 

He was bent down ...

 

Maybe he crouched

 

To watch ..

 

Sooo many things im not proud of ....

 

Today

 

I cant speak my thoughts

 

Just weave

 

Illusions

 

And try ...

 

To escape

 

This dead

 

Pergutory

 

Place

 

Im sorry

 

I started ...

 

But I have to get awake ...

 

Like the night because

 

The rules say

 

Its ok to sleep

 

I dont want to get up !!!!

 

I dont ...

 

Want the night to end

 

Because

 

Guilt says im lazy

 

Then I sleep

 

Fear the feeling

 

Penetrates clutches

 

My heart

 

I need a new house

 

..

 

I need friends

 

I think of someone else

 

Joellen

 

I worry about

 

You...

 

Someone who was

 

Always kind

 

Polite

 

And good

 

Soo...

 

On the floor

 

I lay...

 

Makes me angry even if I was

 

Awake...

 

My empty stomach...

 

From my garbage

 

Sink...

 

Out of coffee...just

 

Rice...

 

Im ok...

 

Even if

 

You are not sorry

 

I just do what Jesus says

 

I went to a apointment

 

Things are

 

Better

 

Now that

 

Im 43

 

I am

 

Stupid

 

I am dumb

 

I say but

 

Thats how you feel

 

About me

 

So I chime in the same thing

 

I dont believe

 

Trully the names I say

 

I ll be ok

 

I feel better..

 

Its ok...

 

A love word

 

Good 🌙yahoo

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Четверг, 28 Сентября 2017 г. 01:33 + в цитатник

Good Evening.... Something 



   would  also like to say  if  I had it to do again   I  wouldn't have shared the valuable things like these things I tried  different things,  they seem to not work out.  And  I like to learn and read  and write.  I de;leted  Ning  and   Twitter  and  I don't want to be a problem  here.   So  I  thought  I'd start somewhere maybe  studying   Helena   Blasky.



   Her   Secret   Doctrine . Theosophy is greek    for  Devine  Sophia  or  Devine  Wisdom. Wiki says  philosophy   or seeking  knowledge ,investigation concerning mysteries. It is  apart of the broader field  of  Eostrism.   Esoterism  is a  holding of opinions and beliefs like  Freemasons ,  Kaballah and   things  like that . The inner and outer things in one  of  Platos     dialogues called Alcibiades The  Phytogorians was devided  into under training and   then into the inner circle.  Theosphoy  offers individuals  enlightment and salvation . Helena   Blatasky  works   was   theosophy on covering  cosmic , planetary and     some  more  human  evolution. Science  religion  and  mythology and is said to be based on the  stanzas .



The  word  estoric dates back to the 2nd  century  ce. The study the bonds that unite  humanism  universe and devine .



And  there is a list of explorerershttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theosophy and the book of the   Stanza of  Dyzan  is a secret   book   by    Helena  Blatsky. of  Tibetan  Origion. and is also known as   Kiu-Te.  



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air_kiss i am a god

who are you?i live in between. 
planted on my hand the devils designs
two spiritual worlds  brain activity im crazy
i am a god
lift me up i know the anger of the rod
fallen incomplete christ who beat me?
 I know fear of the heavens and hells
 earth is a shell
  I dont know where I belong 
I have no masters this is my song

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quick search on the Philosphers Stone  would be  good to read, I feel like It would be a good start and read about Alchemy  and  Hermetics today.Here is the definitions
al·che·my
[ álkəmee ]
predecessor of chemistry: an early, unscientific form of chemistry that sought to change base metals into gold and discover a life-prolonging elixir, a universal cure for disease, and a universal solvent alkahest
transforming or enchanting power: a power supposedly like alchemy, especially of enchantment or transformation
her·met·ic
[ hər méttik ]
airtight: so tightly or perfectly fitting as to exclude the passage of air
protected from outside influence: protected from or preventing any outside interference have a good evening....good by


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Knodke GoldRush was in the 1890s and was in the Yukon Territory, Whitehorse is the Territoritoral Capitol and is the smallest of the 3 territorialities capitols of Canada .Whitehorse is north of Crow-May-I-Walk, the Crow-May-I-of-Walk, the Crow-May-I-Walk, United States and Canada SO Thought the it's ideal purpose WAS to the find out what It looks like and it gets closer to the land and maybe the this is is the picture of HIM   hi I of wrote this!


 










  • Myself Clone GoldRush National Park and The Knodke GoldRush was in the 1890s and was in the Yukon Territory, Whitehorse is the Territoritoral Capitol and is the smallest of the 3 territorialities capitols of Canada .Whitehorse is north of Crow-May-I-Walk, the Crow-May-I-of-Walk, the Crow-May-I-Walk, United States and Canada SO Thought the it's ideal purpose WAS to the find out what It looks like and it gets closer to the land and maybe the this is is the picture of HIM   hi I of wrote this!




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new_russianLeo Tolsky a writer from Russia in the late lived 1819 to 1910 was a master of the real fiction and a big book to read would be. Idiot Fyodor Dostoyevsky. and to read the best of the literature on the shelf of the world in the OCHI and introduces the child hood memories to the Mind of the Eye of the Tiger and would not get into a match with either one. Leo Tolsky is not my best interest but would be his books. on Charlottes Web and the Tolsty family is old Russian nobol 4th child of Count Nikoli during the war of 1812 is some interesting facts from around the world and something I could not accomplish. And just would say his parents died when he was young but don ' pictures I 👍 them



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 Hearing the Walls Talk
bottenfield@rocketmail.comJan 19, 2014
And would like to make my day better  ,  so  I was searching  epic poems stories novellettes in history from the  years of centuries  10 centuries  a 1000 years and  thought to  add also  the  thing I came across this morning was the three ages the stone age the bronze age  and also the  iron age and I don't mean for the writing to be small  and also would like to say the iron age was from 1300 to 700   and  followed the bronze these ages are good for  the time  period and  history  among other things they discovered   for  3 periods from the past and was the wide spread use for iron  and steel but   would say this is remarkable  to the given time frame  when you don't know and  compare   facts you would think thye discovered it  in  the  1900s  for a  opinion on this and  that the artist if you can see  the picture  by Vincent van goh would have been alive in the  13 th century or  the  ideal that it was longer than  the 18th century  to someone  who  doesn't knowVan-willem-vincent-gogh-die-kartoffelesser-03850.jpg and there is  another  person he also liked a lot Vincent van goh liked was victor hugo  and I liked this picture also  and  just thought heres link to  it  and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victor_Hugo don't want   to make a  problem   but this wason my ideal to   write  I don't know the answer  but there is   many things  I can do just feeling   like watching some tv    or something  and  would  be ok  so the iron age spread all over   my daughter and me



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Known as   the  Martyrologium Hieronymianum as the  martrology of   Jerome  is   known as  the  marytrs   of the  middle ages .Made in  the late  16th century    by   Monks in   Gaul  about places  like  Africa   and   In  his chapter the   Vita   Malchi his attempt at   writing   a   book on the  Saints  And   the  church at   Rome  held its annual   feast    of the    chair of   Peter as far back as  it goes  it was  held  Janruaury the   18th     but was going  to say   my first draft  of    the    Saint  known as    Valentine was  lost   because  I made  mistake on  Computer and am  disappointed because   I was     talking    about     different  things.   The  church of   Saint    Peter lays on  the Garden    of   Agrippina ,   Caius    Caligula was  her son and  that's  where he first erected the   obsilsk . 12 centuries went  by and  the   demolition  of the basilica and MIchaelangelo  saved   a part of it that   would  have been forgotten.

       Raphael went to live  in  Florence at the end  of 1504  and   I   should also    say this   might be  the  circle of    Raphael.  And was       Florence   Raphael .   So  thought   I would   say he  painted  a lot  and  had  a lot of  madonnas and earned a  modhes t  living . hi these re from a old group. I made...I might go back to write there...cindy another day 😢 why worrylazy



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Letters to Other Countries And
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Introduction

Hi I'm Cindy Bottenfield . Its almost 2:00 In Virginia USA in the morning..
This is my first-handattempt and rough drafts of the day...
I think sorta like a journal.... I have skitzophrenia and I'm a alcoholic...

Good By at failure...

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Часть 20 - Thank You to Russia from Me
Часть 21 - Good Morning!!!
Часть 22 - Good Evening...

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Среда, 27 Сентября 2017 г. 18:30 + в цитатник
Letters to Other Countries And
To:Russia
Introduction

Hi I'm Cindy Bottenfield . Its almost 2:00 In Virginia USA in the morning..
This is my first-handattempt and rough drafts of the day...
I think sorta like a journal.... I have skitzophrenia and I'm a alcoholic...

Good By



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Среда, 27 Сентября 2017 г. 18:15 + в цитатник
В колонках играет - Hurt alone..

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Letters to Other Countries And

 

To: Russia

 

Introduction

 

Hi I'm Cindy Bottenfield. Its almost 2:00 In Virginia USA in the morning ..

 

The this is up my first -Hand Attempt and rough drafts of the day ...

 

I think sorta like a journal .... I have skitzophrenia and I'm a ... I'm sorry ... Im sorry ...

I draw ... crochet doll dresses ... Ect ... have a beautiful day ...

alcoholic im tired today... Crying.... Im sorryjester

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Часть 20 - Thank You to Russia from Me
Часть 21 - Good Morning!!!
Часть 22 - Good Evening...

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Часть 18 - Story


From me...

Среда, 27 Сентября 2017 г. 17:58 + в цитатник

I'm sorry for the problems ... I wont do it nomore ... I like to learn ... I feel I had to love someone .... or id give up... My friend.. If that  makes sense

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Среда, 27 Сентября 2017 г. 17:51 + в цитатник
My dearest sweetest man. To Mr President Putin...To the Homeland of Russia... My husband... What I don't know about...Is the details and facts...
I unraveled a old priceless piece of material combing the threads before some one told me it should be preserved... threads of a rug or cloth for something that didn't look to good... And I miss not sure yet I guess learning... I hope you are well My dearest husband... President Putin
Love your wife Cindy

From me...

Среда, 27 Сентября 2017 г. 17:43 + в цитатник
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My dearest sweetest man. To Mr President Putin...To the Homeland of Russia... My husband... What I don't know about...Is the details and facts...

 

I unraveled a old priceless piece of material combing the threads before some one told me it should be preserved... threads of a rug or cloth for something that didn't look to good... And I miss not sure yet I guess learning... I hope you are well My dearest husband... President Putin

 

Love your wife Cindy


Серия сообщений "To Russia from me.":
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Часть 16 - Good Morning!!!
Часть 17 - Good Evening...
Часть 18 - Story


Forgive me Russia

Среда, 27 Сентября 2017 г. 17:05 + в цитатник
В колонках играет - Sad

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Sweet is God

 
Silver Bullet Slayer Ride the Star Trails, Paradise Desciple stir the earth's air.
Eternal Flames of the Mountain Lairs, throat of dust emerge from streams.
          Sun Sun Sun 
At the lonliness of the universe.
Attack in fields hung downstairs the Skeleton's keys
Midnight Robes, Purple mage invisible marriage Rings 
Bid ye well, Symphonies Ink.   
You are so beautiful ...
 
 

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Среда, 27 Сентября 2017 г. 16:52 + в цитатник
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Another poem
Dew tho you'd like to see arrows roses and thorns in timbers more often my eyes have loose who is adorned Gown of garland dandelion swirling swords. Favorite hearts in the darkness of the sunshine in the darkness of the sunshine, o silver and gold polishing the mercury a stars coal mine engagement ring In the caves nights we weeds and clouds the rivers flowing down the moons galaxies and make believe promises dedicated to someone. This is important... For me....Black as the  cloth of a  Midnight Walk,

      Beauty  Queen,  Painted Flowers   Framed   her face ,

                                                 Like a   daffodil.
  Littering the   Ground,   the  Lovers Flower  Bed .
                 Silent   Pictures   Gathered in a   Pile   what the  man   didn't   said.
       


                                                       Black  and  white ,  day and  Night if you havent already read... To a friend... I like them to be my friend...

Hamed Alali (1)and Russia..(2.) 1st poem.... 2nd poem ...please be my friend... If I am doing wrong...tell me...


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Часть 21 - Good Morning!!!
Часть 22 - Good Evening...



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