KoЯn, The Path of Totality Tour in Bangalore: A Review!

KoЯn, The Path of Totality Tour in Bangalore: A Review!.

 

 

Enjoy very important messages from Bangalore, a former home and workplace for my NYC daughter!  See which messages you think our critterly friends are learning on their journey of quest to THE LIGHT!  I am reblogging this post to make the very important point that we can all learning from each other, no matter our point of origin on this earth!  Blessings on you all, dear friends, followers, and visitors!

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“……and we surrounded the enemy with HUSH!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

“……and we surrounded the enemy with HUSH!”

 

 

 

 

As Mistress Mouse, Littley Lamb, Old Crookeye, and Old Dog picked peas,

Flop-Eared Boy and Donkey flapped and flipped sighs of woe

From way out in front near raging cursin’ from enemies in th’ lees

All worrisome to healers in th’ rear feelin’ fear for Spottedy-toe.

 

 

Now Spottedy be stronger, yet quakin’ as he shadowed Croaker,

Who now belched: “Old Crowsy, ye needs take your eyes higher!

“Higher, from that Crowser Lady, higher to see which way we stroker

Away, away, away from mean ol’ beasties drivin’ pea-pickers in mire!”

 

 

“Be ye still, be ye in peace,” came a whisper from down low,so low.

“Be ye filling ye-selves up to blow a mighty HUSH,” came from the dust.

“Be ye holdin’ ye-selves encircled by the Light from that scattering blow

Of glinting rocks a tumblin’ from th’ mighty kick a’ Spottedy-crust.

 

 

“Oh, yes, sweet friends,”did now whisper Cuddles over the fields.

“Oh, yes, dear ones-with-The-One, fill up now to blow Eternal Hush

“O’er these fields and rocks and rills down to the sea of enemy yields.

“For we are healed by The Light and we are Freed by The Light.”

 

 

“Oh, meezie, oh myzie,”burped Old Croaker back up to Ugly Bird with Crow.

“We uns needs not see which way dose beasties do come up at us!”

“We uns only needs to see little more Light, little more Bright to show

How we filled with Love from The One to Blow a Major Hush on that beastie bus!”

“……and then the terrapin blinked.”

 

“……and then the terrapin blinked.”

Lookin’ up into the top of his shell, dear Terrapin did blink!

“Oh, meesies, mysies, where beez dat light comin’ from?”

Dear Terrapin did ask his heart while stoppin’ his mind from think.

“Oh, goodness graciousies, me feels more light like at a prom!”

 

 

Then did dusty voice from under Terrapin toes did croon,

“Ye gets this light from your own soul, ye shell-hous-ed son!

“Ye stored light from Cuddlies’ pats and Jitters’ toe-taps in boon!

“Ye has light to show you way to all friends’ help Spottedy as one!”

 

 

So did Terrapin look out to brink and crawled to each friend in turn:

“Come, ye Old Turtley; come, ye Flop-Eared Donkey and boy;

“Come, ye Old Shepherd and Cross-Eyed Dog; Come, let us learn

“How to forgive and help and rescue Dear Spottedy from being a crash-ed toy!”

 

 

For each time Terrapin blinked, Rainbowsy lights did glint from each wise eye,

Signalling the friends to move and embrace tottering Spottedy on that cliff,

With Turtley offering strong back and Crookeye lifting up goat so high

As to rest on Donkey’s back, held by arms of boy and Old Shepherd without miff.

 

 

“Oh, how ye get all friends to forgive and rescue, dear Terrapin so smart?”

Did Spottedy pant and weep while draped on Donkey so weary but true.

“Oh, I just heard dusty voice saying I must blink the light into each heart;

To point the way to release old thoughts and rejoice in love for our crew.”

 

“……and now we practice terrapin therapy to get out of this mess!” (Part One)

 

“……and now we practice terrapin therapy to get out of this mess!”

“Hey, You!  What you meansies, all stompsies my juicy buggsies?”

spit out Old Turtley, thirsting all along on many turns and twists of trail,

blaming Spottedy Goat for all this thirsting cause of planted truggsies

Dear Goatie must perform to keep Friend Riders on board, hearty and hail.

 

 

 

“Hey ye ol’ Spotted One, what for you blew so hard on me tender wings,”

whined Ugly Bird flapping just above Dear Goatie’s nose to cool her feathers,

seeking cooling from hot desert mountain swirls as she swings and sings,

yet caring not bout Spottedy’s labors to bear up friends in these weathers.

 

 

“Whist you flappsies that stinking ol’ tail mongst all our faces?”

cried Littley Lamb and Old Shepherd and Cross-Eyed Dog toddling so close

behind Dear Goatie for fear of fallin’ behind and fear of slidin’ in traces

of ol’ rock slides yet blamin’ Dear Goatie for his own goatie-ness of pose.

 

 

All this while a jewel-shelled terrapin watched and blinked around the bend.

All this while a dear little rainbow-patched terrapin did blink and think.

All this while the multi-toned terrapin began to pull into shell in a trend

Needed to look inward, to ponder under which stoney word Spottedy would sink.

 

 

 

Dear followers and friends, please ponder and wonder what action Spottedy will next take! 

                What would you do?

                What should Friends do?

Stay tuned for Part Two of the healing that comes with terrapin therapy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“……such bright clean hugs for sleep dancing!”

 

 

 

 

 

“……such bright clean hugs for sleep dancing!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So now did all friends stretch and breathe in space

Of High Room so wide and clean and glinting all to shine

All in blending stripes as Cuddles patted Donkey brow in trace

Of missing mommy now flowing twixt the two like twine.

 

 

 

“Ah, shush, shush, “did yawn out Ugly Bird in lullaby time.

“Spy ye now Mr. Jitters tipping and toeing in waltz so slow!”

Croaked Crow: “Now ye learns secret of King’s dance so sublime.

“What began as shepherding jitter re-forms for  worship so!”

 

“……but I’m not GOOD enough!”

 

 

 

 

“……but I’m not GOOD enough for that High Room!”

“I not good enough,clean enough for goin’

into that High Room of Light,” moaned one critter,

that Flop-Eared Donkey, brayin’ in sad groanin’

in the Wind of Disgust of mind in fear so bitter.

 

 

 

Flop-Eared Boy ran to cry on Donkey’s neck:

“You beez mah fweenz, youz carry mah load!”

“Waitsee,waitsee,” spouted Big Croakie on deck.

“Dat beastie kicked me down no bettr’n a toad!”

 

 

 

So Boy pulled one donkey ear to lead up to Room;

But Croakie hopped on other ear to smash back down:

“He’uns no go in High Room of Light wid ME!”did boom

Out Old Croakie in great frantic hoppin’ under mean frown.

 

 

 

“Then ye can just hop right on out with Snarlies and Growlies,”

pointed all friends in winding chorus blowing up to high shelf.

“Oh,me, oh my, oh bye-bye,” Croakie wept deep in his bowelies.

“Oh, I sees now I give not to Donkey what I’se wants for Self.”

 

 

 

“Oh, please, please, O thou dear cloud o’ witnesses so clean:

“I is beggin’ just one-toe-room in low,low corner of High Space.”

Then did Flop-Eared Donkey step right up smartly to keen:

“Oh, now ’tis I who begs dis Croakie to be forgivin’ me w’out trace.”

 

 

 

Then didst Littley Lamb whisper up to Old Crow:

“Let Rainbow Fly gleam on Donkey and Frog alike,

“Flap them both right quick, quick up and up in tow

“Right straight into High Room free from all strike.”

“……and Jitters did WHAT for that little injured girl?”

 

 

 

 

“……and Jitters did WHAT for the abused girl we found?”

 

 

So friends in circling love laved herbs and oils on battered child.

So critters in crooning bowing eased twinight’s falling shades.

So all questers ne’er doubted the Light would wait e’er so mild.

So blessings and healings and hummings covered all in glades.

 

“What, what? Hark, hark!  Bark, bark! So snark a jumper enters here,”

cried all friends at once as new dancer, new prancer, Mr. Jitters did come.

“Me, Mr. Jitters, me flips and trips all ’bout ye healin’,come to wipe tear

of bashin’ from this dear girlie eye wid me dancin’ and me totin’ like a bum.”

 

So Mr. Jitters did swing, so sweet, dear girl to broad shoulder of mercy.

So all friends did gasp and swoon and fall to praying knee at such a jest,

Yet jest bearing light of fresh-born hope to face born by such nursey,

Such new hope face alight in swinging by Jitters,all bouncing blessed.

 

 

“……and what is that you say, Brother Greg, about these critters?”

 

“……and what is that you say, Brother Greg, about these critters?”

Dear Friends, this morning I received such a wonderful email from one of our fellow blogging friends, that I wanted to share it on this post!

Tomorrow, I will be replying from the other side of our critters’ pathway back to Brother Greg (known to many of you as writinggomer!)

Here is  the e-mail:

Hi Rose,

You can do whatever your heart desires with this. This popped into my head last night in the shower!

Just a silly little diddy…

 

If ever there was a critter, named Jitters

For you see, there really was a critter named Jitters.

Jitters enjoys a good romp and a stomp

Never able to be still, always hustling, busseling, moving along

Jitters climbed and crawled, in and out, over and through

Have you met a critter named Jitters?

He’s quite real you know

Jitters lives with the critters

Critters that live at granbee’s house

Over the river and through the woods

It’s off to granbee’s house we go

Romp and stomp through the woods

Walk and talk down the trail

The trail of the One, the One I say

The critters know the way, Jitters in tow

Off on an adventure, an adventure today

The One, we must praise Him

The One we must follow Him

The critters and Jitters, off on a run

A run in the sun, to see the Son

Do you know Jitters, who follows along side the critters?

Do you know the One

The One they seek

The critters know the way

The most excellent way

Come along on the way, the journey begins for you today

With Jitters and critters, and all manner of folk

To see the One, the only One

 

 

Remember, dear friends:  tomorrow a post from the view from the other side of the trail!  Restock your backpacks!

“……and suddenly we heard singing!”

 

 

 

“……and suddenly we heard singing!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

And, now, dear friends and fellow travelers, we watch,we swatch,

Sturdy loving critterly folk make their rugged way o’er water and rock

Ever looking up, ever guided by the Winged Ones, in quest so splotch

With bramble and thorn and glitter and song of wind with heart to stock.

Let us now hold back and listen so still in thrill at climb up a notch

In trail under Wing and Bill shone next ray of Light none could mock.

 

 

“Be quietsy, ye ol’ Stumpy Woman, no snortsing of Bush Nose do make;

“For weuns do stretch heartstring to hear sweetsie note by yon lake:”

Thus did friends and critters all did rest with all steps did forsake

To listen and watch and stretch their souls out to veriest edge of calm take.

 

 

Toes whispering in the grass,

Fingers whispering the honeysuckle

Tongue whispering in the ice,

Lips whispering in the search.

 

 

Windy sun chasing joy;

Tossing branches weaving birds.

Purple perfume smoothing steps;

Dewdropping grasses washing minds.

 

 

Chirping birds, chipping old stump.

Rustling grasses, flaking old skin.

Floating petals, drying bloom edges.

 

 

“The least, the least!” cried Old Crow.

“Ne’er forget the least,” scraped Grasshopper.

She pondered, “All these berries be enough?”

 

 

And so did friends find battered Lil Child

‘neath a poking bramble, near to fainting

And so did friends lift up bleeding Lil Child

bringing saved one to healing juice in painting.

 

 

 

 

 

HANGING AROUND IN THE BACK ALLEYS

 

HANGING AROUND IN THE BACK ALLEYS

 

 

Ears and eyes and taproots and wooly tails,

claws and toes and staffs and shiny scales,

crawling and skittering and skipping and leaping,

scattering all over to proclaim love new reaping.

Unbounded hearts, unbounded parts making a whole

new band of followers and finders in a new role,

each clutching the other, each searching who to tell

out there, back there, over there in all Bethlehem’s ways.

Bumping into grumping shopkeeper,

slumping into dumping stall reaper,

tripping over soldier gear left at door,

skipping over kitchen slops slung in pour.

Friends now in single-minded mission mild

To beam out into all around the love from that Child

His nod, His commissioning smile, His go-and-tell eyes,

                                                                                                                                                                        To jiggle and jostle and wiggle and wostle His love to the skies.