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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48 Hours in Seoul — National Geographic Traveler


48 Hours in Seoul — National Geographic Traveler.

 

This is my granddaughter’s birthplace!  Connections around the globe is a wonderful way to start out life on this planet, I think!  Hope all friends, visitors and followers will enjoy!

“……and now we go separate ways for separate duties!”


“……and now we go separate ways for separate duties!”

 

 

 

 

So, friends needing healing, friends needing feedings–

And friends needing new set of directions to the next bright spot

Did now divide themselves quite by nature into three leadings:

One group to nurse Spottedy,one to find food, one to find new map dot.

 

 

 

 

So scouting group formed by blend of Flop-Eared Boy and Donkey to hear

Both to lead in listening for water, for sounds of sizzling light to guide their parade,

For sounds of new friends in aide, for those working to bring grains to bear

These friends more strongly on their way, for sounds of forces forbade.

 

 

 

 

So quick food foraging group was already behind Old Crookeye, Old Dog;

To see better, to reach out with scoping and sniffing nearby ready eats

Bringing Mistress Mouse up from the rear to twitch out crumbs from clog

Bringing Littley Lamb to nose out tender shootlings from byways as treats.

 

 

 

 

So tender ministering toes and Bushy Palms and blinking and twinking

Did Croaker and Terrapin, Cuddles and Jiggles, Old Stump Woman and Fuzzy Worm

Bring to seep healing and love into Old Spottedy’ heart and soul, once sinking

Sung to blissful rest by Ugly Bird and overflown with cooling by Old Crow o’er the berm.

“……how can we find our way?”


 

 

 

 

 

 

“……how can we find our way?”

 

 

 

“How dare’st we go down yon slope?

“No footsie holds we seez, only tumblin’ rocks!”

Thus did Mistress Mouse and Rooster and Spottedty Goat all groan without hope,

As Rainbow Fly and Old Crow called to march on with pulled-up socks.

 

 

”Oh, weez has such nice clean bright Safe Room!

“Why weez even need to leave such sweet dear spot?”

Huddled in crooning more and more friends all a-boom,

E’en while Crook-Eye and Bush Nose pointed to new found slot.

 

 

“Oh, ye timid ones, ye anxious ones, look ye sharp round that first bend!

“Look ye close to find narrow way, twixt those rocks and thorns!

“For The One knows just the space ye needs to send

“Those toes and claws down so safely held like new-borns.”

 

“…….and we kicked up a New Way with our dance!”


“…….and we kicked up a New Way with our dance!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All rested Old Stump Woman hooked arms with Mr. Jitters,

dancing  little healing girl all through thornies and rockies

kicking up a dust storm of ditties and skippies in flitters

of wondrous flopping ears and bopping crooks going all cockies.

 

 

 

Now all this storm of joy screeched right up to the edge

Finding a broken vine leading to a muffling mound of sobs

“What be this, all this cryin’ sighin’?” said Ol’ Woman to hedge.

“Why, I be left by mom and dad, bees me, “sniffed Cuddles in blobs.

 

 

 

“Why, look by her, look by her, ye Stumpy,” called down Old Crow.

“Look there, see there the very sign we missed afore!” hissed Bluesy.

“Lift up that dear child Cuddles; bring her to heart’s home in tow.”

“For that Sign we have missed hangs on her coattail to point us to truesy.”

 

 

 

(NOTE:  My sincerest apologies to Lauren at http://lscotthoughts.com  for failing to save enough time in my hectic schedule yesterday to add this note of cross-reference and deepest gratitude for her poem on Cuddles joining granbee’s critterly journey!  This addition has been such a source of inspiration for me that poor ol’ brain is spinning with all sorts of additions to our critterly journey and quest for The Light of The One here.  I hope you will all enjoy thisCuddles addition as much as I am!  Please thank Lauren and keep up with her other wonderful posts, as well!)

“……you mean we get to REST?”


 

“……you mean we get to REST?”

There on the journey, on the trail came darker shades of dark,

Evening clouds piling up to peaks of the forgotten

Two shaking bodies of light up high reflecting star of  center mark

Marking friends to renew a dance darkly from time begotten.

 

 

“Now we’es carries smilin’ lil ‘ol hurt girl into dark!

“How we’es seez for stepping roun’ all hurts an’ brushkies?

“Now we’es bumpin’ an’ stumpin’ all jostlin’ so stark!

“How we’es find some trail to light where sings the lark?”

 

 

“Settle ye, peddle ye slow and more slow and seek ye rest,”

Called down Old Crow and whistled Old Ugly and Young Bluesey.

“Know ye not, The One made night for rest, for sighing so blessed?

“Know ye not, ye must be still, be very still for folding within arms so truesey!”

 

 

“……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 why does The Light keeping changing shapes?”


 

 

“…….and why does The Light keeping changing shapes?”

Yesterday, dear friends, I reblogged a post from art-profiles.com featuring many shapes and colors and actions of light forms.

  I requested that you vote in your comments on which light you liked best.  I had some wonderful responses.

I have included those responses, and will do so again in future with added ones, in today’s post.

I have also included what the critters’ granbee thinks about what kind of light they will need on their quest.

Deepest gratitude to all followers and visitors to this critterly journey.

“Oh, looksies, crooksies cutsies–dat Light moves and twirls and skirls!”

“Oh, deres a blusey One, ders a twirling One, there’s a circling One!”

“Ah, ye critterly followers, now ye shall need each of these twirls!”

“Ah,”cried Old Crow,”ye shall flow into each and fill the center with One!”


“……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.

 

 

 

 

 

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