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Tarot Cards

Tarot Cards - What message do we communicate the Tarot Cards? Tarot cards represent a palette of different meanings, both good and bad character unmistakably. No secret has its own dead weight, but there are many factors that must be taken into consideration when making a total interpretation of Tarot Cards. Who should not be frightened by consulting the Tarot cards that are laid on the table of colored character of bad omens, such as death or the Devil. As important as these cards are the cards that are exposed on the cloth or the ability of tarotista. Barry Rosenstein says to keep in mind that the Tarot cards are half a mentalist with particular skills used to achieve a reading of data is not present to the naked eye. For example, one of the Tarot cards to everyone is afraid, Death.

 

 

Energy In All Its Forms

As alternative sources for our energy seems to be a necessity these days, many companies are willing to step up to the pate.  From wind to solar many alternative fuel companies are beginning to challenge olad assumptions about where we get our energy from. 

Yet even as these newer companies take off carbon is still the primary source from where we get our energy and fuel from.  Companies like IDT Energy use carbon based fuels but still applies green technology to its energy distribution.

I'm back

Its been a while and now I am back.  The world has changed a lot in the last few years as I took a break, but some things don't change like recycled politicians i.e. Newt Gingrich and the wars in Afghanistan.  I have become a big fan of Nicholas Sparks, but at the same time acknowledge that his writing is somewhat lacking.

OK, hopefully my old fans will return and some new ones will find this blog.

Leave the Phone off the Hook

Is anyone still checking this?
Well, I know one person is (hey sis!)
I'm not actually here anymore, I'm more here.  (and most of these stories are, too). 
I don't know why this is, really, except that I got tired of the "get comments by reading other people's blogs" dynamic that is the bloglife nowadays.  I don't want to have to read when I don't want to just to get feedback here.
Over there it's different.  Or, I like to think it is.  Maybe it's not.  For one thing, you can message people easily and see (kinda) when they are online. 
Plus, it's made me write again.  It's gotten me happy to write again, so that's a plus.
So yeah, I hate to be so final, but this place is dead (at least as a source for new shit from me).
If you don't want to come visit me here than I guess this is farewell.  Thank you for all your beautiful comments and attempts to help me.  They've helped beyond my ability to express. 
Thank's to Carrie, without whom I'd still be in the dark.
Thank's to Vanessa, and Chosa, and Bobby, and Susan, and Dorothy, and Jennifer, and Jeff, and Edge, and Allison, and Jack, and Brian, and Honestyrain, and Maddy, and everyone else I'm forgetting who've helped me alone the way.
I don't know where I am now, and I don't know if it's any closer to where I need to be, but if it is than that's because of you guys.  Thank you.

....but, WAIT...

Ever notice how stupid the heroines in most novels are? How they are "strong" and "noble" or "independent" or whatever the hell they are written as, if only to frustrate people like me who dream that the happy ending is supposed to be the two people who are in love - together. But noo... some impediment is found so that they don't come together and that's supposed to be good enough and we (the deep down romantics) are meant to feel happy that the idiotic heroine "followed her heart". Bullshit.

Some things I may never have. Somethings I may never possess because of my fear or my stubborn nature or, hell I dunno, fate maybe. I'll tell you one thing though, if someone told me that they loved me and asked me to stay with them, you can damn sure bet I would do it and not leave them there, broken-hearted, to find something which, in the end, won't matter anyway. If I could be with someone who loved me, who honest to god loved me and told me so, there is nowhere on God's earth I'd rather be than in their arms. The end.

There's a reason they don't write a lot of novels like that. It's because it makes the heroine seem weak. So be it. I'm weak. I need love more then anything else I could ever possess. Where are the novels written with me in mind?

Obsession #2 - Suzi!

Suzi was an even deeper experience for me. Suzi Quatro was a Goddess to me, really, and when I gazed at her it hit me for the first time that something was "up" with me, something was out of the ordinary. I had feelings that I never had for a girl before (although, to be fair, I hadn't really had them for a guy either, at this point). I was probably 9 or 10 when I first saw her and she was the whole package. That feathered hair, those amazing pipes, the tight pants and that rockin' guitar. I was gone before I knew what hit me.

I ran out and bought every album she made, played "Devil Gate Drive" and "Rock Hard" up at full-tilt volume with the speakers stuck out the front windows of my parent's bedroom so I could blast Suzi down the block (my mom never would have allowed this had she been there, so the parental units were probably on vacation at the time). I caught Suzi on "Happy Days" (in the role of Leather Tuscadero) as often as I could and my mind was as full of Suzi goodness as it could get.

Yes, I wanted Suzi carnally (although of course I wouldn't have thought in those terms) but I also wanted to be her. I wanted her ability to rock with the boys and to look skin-tight and to live the rock lifestyle of the 70's and to be free. Oh, how I wanted to be free. With Suzi as my role-model who knows what my teen years would have brought, but I moved on as my tastes changed and as the glitter years ended for good, Suzi moved on too.

She always was and always will be a hero of mine though, she still looks good enough to eat and I'd still like to. I love you Suzi! Rock on!

Up

We never look up. Never. We plod through our heartache, some of us take it out and examine it with a microscope, others just step over or around it, but we all watch our feet as we march by.

If we were asked why we did this, why we trudged unknowing through the gauntlet of our lives, we would say that we wanted to rush through the bad parts to get to the good. ...and still, we don't look up. The pain is important to us, the process is important, yes.

Are the things we miss in all this pointless musing important? Are the birds that fly by unseen, the sunrises and sunsets we miss, the breezes, the snow, the rain, are these things important? What of our friends and family? Our loved ones, the little babies who's growing we march through, the aged who's end-game we ignore, are they not important? Are we then the most important thing in the universe? Is there nothing above or around us that is more important?

Stop. Get up from the keyboard (just for moment let the cord be cut). Walk outside. Look up. There is life all around you. All about you are things more important than yourself. Smell the air, touch the earth, gaze at the wide, blue sky. How many days do you imagine you have left to enjoy these things? You can always return to the pain, if you must, there's no chance of it leaving. You will, though, have only a limited amount of time to stare at this amazing expanse of sky and at the many, many things that are not of yourself. Enjoy them, revel in them.

Tell your family that you love them. Be among your friends and WITH them instead of trying to save them. Watch the people walk by. Volunteer. Make yourself a home in these places that are not "of" you. They are what matter, truly, and in the end they will remain. You will not. Enjoy them while you have the opportunity.