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Wednesday, December 19, 2018

TALKING TO THE BIRDS WITHOUT ME


We had

 paddled to the remote site. It's about a seven mile paddle, which is a lot if you haven't been in a canoe for two years. I was exhausted.
I slept like the dead.
      I awoke the next morning pre-dawn. I couldn't hear a sound. So I crept towards the shore and  quietly I sat on a stump. 
      William was sitting right at the water's edge. He sat comfortably in a relaxed 
meditative posture I recognized... at the edge of
the calm lapping waves.
      Across from him, floating in the water were about thirty birds.  Suddenly I heard William emit a squawk...
      Seven or eight of the birds across from him in the calm lake - they squawked back.

      I thought, "What kind of man gets up pre-dawn to talk to the birds?  And have the birds talk back."
      I had never seen such a thing before.

      He sang out a crazy atonal call.  A loon surfaced about 20 feet in front of William, shook water loose from its head and sang the crazy haunting loon's call we are all so familiar with in the northern regions of a million lakes and endless miles of wild muskeg.
      The loon's call seemed crazier and far louder because it was so close. Then there was
utter silence. Another loon surfaced across the Bay and called back. Loons are monogamous, I'm told. They mate for life.
       There was a long  expanse of silence. I didn't want to be detected. I didn't want to spoil the spell. I sat very still on the stump and breathed through my nose.
       William lit a fire with the driftwood near the shore. He was quiet about it. A slight wind blew from across the lake making the flames flicker brightly. The birds had drawn closer.
William was chanting a song. His voice rose and fell. The ducks made duck sounds.
      A lip of northern lights rose up in an arc above the water. William's voice is raised in a prayer. His arms are spread wide. He is saying the Lord's prayer. He is asking the Lord of Hosts to bless us all.
     I stood up quietly and withdrew into the tent.
Maybe it was just my imagination, but I swear I heard a voice chanting out from the lips of the Northern Lights, echoing across the calm lake.
A shower of stars fell across the sky.
    My name is Walt. I am from New Jersey. I've never seen anything like this before. I lie down in my sleeping bag and pretend to sleep.
     I look out the clear screen window. The flotilla of birds is still there. The chant continues.





(C) 2008-2018 by W.G. Milne
                                                        

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

ROOFS OF NOTRE DAME - STUDIO with LYRICS




A song I wrote with the band's piano man, Mr. Barry Green.


Cover photo by Abby Rose.





This is the studio version.
I love the words to this song.

LYRICS

I WAS BORN IN LONDON ON THE DARK SIDE OF THE THAMES YOU SAID THAT YOU'D MEET ME THERE IN THE YEAR OF I DON'T KNOW WHEN YOU ALWAYS SAY "TOMORROW" BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT WORD I'D LIVE WITH YOU IN THAT HOUSE IN SPAIN BUT I DON'T THINK THAT YOU HEARD SANTA MARGUERITA WHISPER IN THE RAIN I THINK THAT YOU LOST YOUR GRIP THAT NIGHT AS YOU WERE WAITING FOR YOUR PAY (CHORUS) AND THE ANGELS WHISPER AND THE ANGELS WHISPER AND THE ANGELS WHISPER BY THE ROOFS OF NOTRE DAME YOU SAID THAT WE HAVE TO ORGANIZE WE HAVE TO FORGET THE PAST BUT AS YOU SPEAK OF REVOLUTION YOU FORGET THAT NOTHING LASTS AND IF THERE IS TO BE A NEW ORDER IT BETTER BE OF THE HEART FOR EVERYTHING ELSE WILL PASS AWAY AS THE RIVER SEINE WORKS HARD (hook) and the angels whisper and the angels whisper AND THE ANGELS WHISPER BY THE ROOFS OF NOTRE DAME INSTRUMENTAL AND THE ANGELS WHISPER AND THE ANGELS WHISPER AND THE ANGELS WHISPER BY THE ROOFS OF NOTRE DAME


(C)2000-2018 by  W.G. Milne/ B. Green

THE DISCOVERY OF ANCIENT GOSPELS IN EGYPT IN 1945 MARKS THE RETURN OF CHRIST AND CHRIST CONSCIOUSNESS IN THE 21ST CENTURY

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The discovery of ancient Gospels in Egypt in 1945 marks the return of Christ and Christ Consciousness in the 21st century.
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Walker Ballantine BY FOCUSING ON THIS FACT WE CAN BRING ABOUT THE CHANGE OF AEON WE HAVE BEEN DISCUSSING.
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Cathy White Sample 51: "What you look forward to has already come, but you don't recognize it."
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Walker Ballantine Quite right. I love that quotation from the Gospel of Thomas.

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Walker Ballantine The Mind of Christ recognizes this first.
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Walker Ballantine "The Kingdom is laid out upon the earth and men see it not. Even now the fields are white with harvest."
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Monday, December 17, 2018

ABBY'S SONG




Distressing thoughts and avoidance
Isolation and blurry noise
That's your thing

You sit far from the others,
The corner of the room 
Is where you dwell

Make no sound
Only respond when requested

Laughter that isn't quite honest
Blank headspace
With recurring scenes

Originating
From distasteful memories
Buried deep underneath
Grey areas in your mind
Since childhood

Deeper than dreams.


(C)2018 by Abby Rose Geden Milne

Sunday, December 16, 2018

LIGHTS CASTING TOWARDS ME FROM ALL DIRECTIONS OF THE GLOBE

        Facing as we are an age of unbelief and
mechanical evasion and determinism, what are we to do? Kneel down in defeat and despairing
lack of trust?
        No, I say we cannot kneel before barbarism and lack of faith, mechanical darkness and shame.

         It has become the fashion to ridicule and laugh at the idea of a loving and caring God.
To our shame, this has become the fashion.
         But this has not been my experience of
reality. In the great lakes of the north I have seen the lips of the Lord lit up in northern lights, I have seen the lips of the Lord of Hosts
speak to me.
          I have prayed to the winds. I have asked questions of the ice and of the snow, "I have said: "Lord, please advise me if you exist, and especially advise me if you do not..."
          Well, I got such an answer of dissent. I instead received lights casting towards me from
all the directions of the Globe.

           Doubt was no longer an option for me.