Bullet from Holy Mary

My love, My beautiful one and all My most beloved children, this is a love message to all My children from their Mother in Heaven. My beloved children I am your Mother just like God the Father is the I AM ALL (He is everything). He made Me to be your Spiritual Mother and to bring His Son into the world for all of you, My children. He passed His only begotten Son into the world through Me, Mary, to be the Spiritual Mother of God and man and also the Mother of every child that ever was and ever will be on the face of the earth. My children and God the Father’s children, We are your real Mother and Father in Heaven. God passed His Son through Me your Mother to die on the cross to save all Our children, if you will only let us, but you have to ask God’s forgiveness for your sins to be saved.

The time is so close when many more will die than are dying at this time. I am begging My most beloved children to ask My God and yours for forgiveness this very day because I cannot hold back God’s hand any longer. You must ask God’s forgiveness when He shows all of Our children their life review and all their sins that they ever committed and have not asked forgiveness for during the Warning. If you ask forgiveness from your heart and are truly sorry for your sins, they are gone from your soul and you start over anew each time. I say to all the Catholics that your obligation is to go to Confession and ask forgiveness through one of God’s priest sons that represent Him on earth. This is your obligation as a true Catholic.

My children, the time is here and it is now. Your whole world is about to experience what is happening in the Middle East. Yes, My beloved children, the Americas are about to be hit with such devastation that all will be shaken to the very core of the earth and all of God’s children will be shaken to the very core of their body and soul if not in a state of grace.

This is the chastisement talked about in Revelations. There is no time left, I am telling you as your true Mother. I am bleeding next to the cross with My Son as He dies for you to save your soul. A loving Mother always warns her children when they are in danger. I am warning you now because of all of My love for all of you. My heart aches for every one of you because I love each one of you dearly.

Stop and think for one minute what is important in your life. It is only your soul that will live on forever not your body. It will turn back to ashes as it was made from until the final joining of body and soul at the end of the world and it will be a new body.

My Son has told this messenger that He will not give him any more warnings for His children. I, your Mother, am giving you one last warning of love before all of hell tries to destroy the earth and then my Son will cast all the unrepentant into hell with all the demons if My children do not repent and beg and ask forgiveness…

This message is a loving warning message from My heart that a Mother only gives in desperation when there is nothing left that she can do for Her children unless they ask forgiveness. Sorry, My children, but it has to be said even if it hurts. This love warning is like a mother watching her little child running out in front of a car coming down a road. This is what most of My children are doing; they are running out into a danger zone without praying and without being in a state of grace. Your loving Sorrowful Mother with Jesus dying on the cross beside Me. Love, Mother.

source of bullet

http://maryrefugeofholylove.com/2015/10/26/there-is-no-time-left-i-am-telling-you-as-your-true-mother

furthermore

Maria Divine Mercy – The Book of Truth

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Gonzalo Ordoñez Arias

editor

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Going to Prescott III

LET’S DANCE!

 Jethro Tull & Ustadza Azra, Courthouse Plaza, Prescott AZ

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Chapter 5

Cold Hard Ground

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I shoulda
never qwit that job
I’d be eatin’
corn on the cob

I woulda
been workin’ full-time
instead of writin’
this foolish rhyme

I coulda
stopped all my flirtin’
gotten married instead o’
all this hurtin’

Sleeping on the cold hard ground

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I shoulda woulda coulda
married
that
girl

I shoulda woulda coulda
given
it
a whirl

I shoulda woulda coulda
been more
than
a squirrel

Sleeping on the cold hard ground

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I shoulda
got off the train
when it was
the thing to do

I woulda
got on the plane
I’d be ridin’
high with you

I coulda
bought a ticket
if I hadn’t
caught the flu

Sleeping on the cold hard ground

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Feedin’
a tiny fire
little
tiny twigs

So the flames
don’t go higher
or the ranger will
find my diggs

It’s so damn
cold
my brown eyes
are turning blue

Every minute I’m
gettin’ old
I coulda
been home with you

Here comes
a coral snake
slitherin’
thru the grass

I rock n’ roll
n’ shake
as he
bites my lonely ass

Sleeping on the cold hard ground

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Twistin’ twistin’
around in the dirt
’til every
bone is hurt

The buttons are
snappin’ off
my hand-me-down
cowboy shirt

My shoes are
full of mud
my mouth is full
of crud

I woulda been
a contender if
I wasn’t
such a dud

Sleeping on the cold hard ground

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My back is
racked with pain
my mind is
going insane

All my children
aunts & uncles
are
praying for rain

I am
all washed up
dead flies floatin’ in
my coffee cup

And the mountain
above me
happens to be
about to erupt

Rain & fire!
Rain & fire!
a new tramp in town
no longer fer hire

    Dead on the cold hard ground
        Dead on the cold hard ground

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Be true
to your baby
work smart
and hard

Be true
get serious
don’t
be a card

In a useless deck
of fifty-one
or you may end up
one poor son of a gun

Sleeping on the cold hard ground

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The applause is deafening here in a popular saloon on Whiskey Row, Prescott, Arizona.

The women especially have gone wild, frantically pulling ribbons out of their hair & coyly playing with the buttons on their blouses. They cross & recross their legs under the tables.

Even the tough busnessmen behind big cowboy belt-buckles seem to want an encore. One swings his beer mug into the air & howls, “Sing another one, Clyde!”


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Sleeping-bag culture
UFO tent
can this really be
time worthily spent?

From dusk ’til dawn
no fire, no light
the water near gone
am I really alright?

Sleeping-bag culture
UFO tent
just flying around
without paying the rent

From one old memory
to another
all the women I’ve ever known
and Our Holy Mother

Sleeping-bag culture
UFO tent
sleeping & dreaming
waking-up spent

Cold instant coffee
crackers & spam
nice landing, my son
but you’re still on the lamb

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 I keep the tune going with deft handiwork on my snazzy guitar. All of Prescott seems mesmerized by the song, the tune, the new guy in town.

Until, finally, the dream fades, ends, and I find myself, really, alone in a tent in the woods. The only tune around, really, is the cold cold wind in a dark dark night ~ combing pine needles on swaying trees.

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yours truly

Cloyd Campfire

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Going To Prescott II

by Cloyd Campfire

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Chapter 11

Lonesome Highway Song

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Walking down the
lonesome
highway ~

Ain’t it silly
going
My Way ~

Ain’t there a
more
sly way ~

To revisit the
heaven
I saw in your eyes ~

When your dress
slipped-up
your thighs ~

And I gave-up
be-
ing wise!

Stalking untouchable dreams
down down
the grueling highway ~

Descending down down
the canyon
of No Way ~

Is it possible
this is
God’s Way ~

Of turning
me
around ~

Painting my face
so that I
am a clown ~

Aimless like a gnat
100 light-years
above the ground!

Step by step
around the bend & down
the moon-lit highway ~

Ain’t there a motel
somewhere
on this byway ~

Into the languidity of having
something
pointed to say ~

About
hydro-
carbon man ~

And his
hydro-
carbon plan ~

To drive drive drive
’til the shit hits
that’s right, the fan!!!

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Goddess Arrives

She is beautiful to the seeker of truth

Terrible to those who injure

Devotees of truth

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HUMBLE HYMN O’ DURGA DIVINE

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I bow to thee

& why not?

Thee, who art good & in whom one takes refuge

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Ye are the nectar of immortality

Oh eternal

& imperishable One

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Ye are

The embodiment of the

Om sound

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Ye are verily that which cannot be

Uttered

Specifically

~

Ye are the

Supreme empress

Of all devas

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By you this universe is born

By you this universe is created

By you it is protected

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Oh ye who are the template of the whole world

Ye are the creative force

Ye are the protective power

~

And at the time of the dissolution

Of the world

Ye are the destructive power

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Ye are the supreme knowledge

The great intellect

& contemplation

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Also ye are the great delusion

The great goddess

The great daemonette

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Ye are the primordial

Cause

Of everything

~

Ye are the dark might & dark night

Of periodic & final dissolution &

The terrible night of delusion

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Ye are the goddess, the ruler of

Modesty

Bashfulness

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Contentment

Tranquility

Forbearance

~

Armed with sword, spear, club

discus, conch, bow & arrows, Slings & mace

You are terrible

~

And at the same time pleasing

Ye are more pleasing than all pleasing things

And exceedingly beautiful

~

Ye are indeed

La Supreme  Durga

Beyond high & low

~

And whatever or wherever a thing exists

Real or unreal

Whatever power there is in it, is possessed by You

~

Oh you who are the soul of everything

How can I

Extol you more than this

?

~

Oh queen of all

I bow to thee again

& again

~

 Oh Durga indomitable

Devi devine

Please save us from error

~

Amen & Hallelujah

~

edited

by

Rawclyde

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New Moon Tribal School of Bellydance

~

from

Ustadza Azra

the

director

~

I grew up listening to stories told by my mom about life across the ocean. My mom spoke of the food, her siblings, and the struggle to balance the future with tradition. One of the stories I loved to hear about was the dance. My mom told me about family gatherings where women of all ages would roll their bellies, sway their hips and simply have a good time doing a dance most people would refer to as bellydancing.

Living in America, far away from my grandfather’s side of the family, had removed all thoughts of ever being able to be part of those stories. It was not until my 20s when I decided to really explore bellydance after seeing Troupe Salamat perform during a New Year’s Eve celebration. I realized, after watching those women dance together with such joy and capturing the audience’s attention with their strong but fluid movements, that this was what would allow me to live the dream.

I dived into the dance attending classes and traveling to workshops until I became a performing member of the troupe and the Assistant Director.

Since that time I have studied a variety of bellydance styles which helped foster an appreciation and respect for the many faces of bellydance whether they follow the tribal, cabaret or folkloric path.

Now as the Director of New Moon Tribal Bellydance I have the privilege of being the first point of contact for students entering our bellydance world.  I offer Level 1 through 3 Tribal and Vintage bellydance classes in Prescott, Arizona at Lotus Bloom Yoga Studio.

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http://newmoontribal.com

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Note II From The Editor

Hello Cherished & Inestimable Reader!

It has been decided by my distinguished colleagues and my humble self that, since I’ve turned into a rabbit, yours truly can levitate too.  Why not?

Recently in the ghost town, alas, a comment landed.  Such appearances on my vast & bountiful ranch have been rare lately.  I appreciate the comment dearly, like, it’s a wake-up call, and by a particularly devoted soul.  Aye!  A spirituality passionately in love with our favorite divinity.

Hallelujah!

Can one not be serious & still get to heaven?  I don’t know.  But I am sure there are more than enough humans on our awesome evolving spaceship Earth, who claim to know.  So be it.

We all get serious sooner or later, especially in the middle of the night when sleep slyly escapes & thoughts of relentless death sneak up on us.  Nobody is a total joker.

Ha!

Being a happy go lucky jack rabbit hopping around my own ranch, now & then mending fence but mostly chewing on the more scrumptious shrub, I am aware that there are coyotes present, and a mountain lion or two, who find me to be as scrumptious appearing as all these various shrubs & grasses appear to me.  Oh well.  But please don’t let jealousy, the most foolish of emotions, take root amongst my precious love objects.

The rocks.  God, I love the rocks.  I can stare at them for hours.  As the sun moves across the sky, they change colors, you know.  So many shapes & sizes.  So permanent.

It was a beautiful comment, based on an ideology that has been growing riper & riper for a couple centuries & always seems ready to explode ~ but never does.  People come.  People go.  And we come & go forever believing.

Please forgive me, wily & smiley reader, for occasionally getting crass, sometimes perhaps too crass for my own good.  I like to charm.  I like Like buttons.  And I would like to blog like smooth rolling waves nibbling on the happy & welcoming shores of your mind.  But, alas, I cannot help myself when it comes to occasionally taunting & teasing them silly coyotes & mountain lions.

Love must be the answer!

yours truly

Rawclyde!

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The Levitating Rabbit

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Rawclyde

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To all

the photographers

who capture jackrabbits

& then let them loose

on Cyber Highway:

Thank you!!!

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Sept 11

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SOUTHWESTERN REPERCUSSION

Cloyd Campfire

2001

Thee atilt guru, who was admired by so many furious folks upon the streets of the Third World lands, slung-shot a rather heavy stone into a distant bedazzling pond.

Davy Crockett reincarnated, sauntering thru the day-room that morning, couldn’t help but note the bewildered look upon the faces of the patriots stretched-out infront of the post-modern campfire plugged into the wall of instant news.

T’was their pond. Two of the tallest skyscrapers around ~ collapsed. Thousands died. And ripples of sorrow, anger, and high-tech vengeance began to move across and beyond the pond. And these fragrant pond water ripples expanded around our ancient space ship ~ Earth.

And then, and thennnnnnn, bombs begun falling all around Osama bin Laden, thee atilt guru of today’s and tomorrow’s yore.

Davy Crockett, yes, reincarnated, who in this budding 21st Century was an unemployed homeless man, somewhat confused by these ricocheting ripples that had slapped upon the shores of his sleep-walking dreams, didn’t know what to do, so he watched the tube & read the paper, and finally kicked a can. The airborne tin smacked Sammy Sidhartha, a Budhist amongst us, up the side of his head.

And Sidhartha replied, “Behind a very valid and pretty pertinent assertion are centuries of cumulative Budhist insight into the relationship between the individual and the cosmos.”

“Yes, yes,” intellectually prodded Crockett. “And that assertion is?”

Sidhartha continued, “It’s just that errors in the realm of religion invite disasters in the external world. For example, embracing one creed rather than another can result in earthquakes and epidemics.”

Crockett scratched his head vigorously. “Sounds like superstition to me.”

“That’s because you’re an occidental oxymoron.” Sidhartha smiled benignly. “Another way of putting it is ~ your smallest remark, your slightest move can have undreamed of consequences.”

“Such as my kicking the can and it accidently hitting you up side of your head?” inserted Crockett.

“Exactly!” punctuated Sidhartha.

“But what about Osama bin Laden?”

“What about him?”

“He’s had quite an effect.”

“And so can you!” concluded Sidhartha. He staggered slightly from the blow of the can, straightened up, and went back to his chores.

Davy was left slightly dazed by this information so generously expelled by his fellow patriot, who was also homeless. The wisdoms exuded by this new found info, slipped like smoke through the mesh of Davy’s brain ~ ’til his initial dazementality transformationed into a brand new day between his ears ~ a clear day in which he could see forever. This broad landscape behind Davy’s eyes, which incidently became more n’ more gooey bright as his triggered intellect rapidly evolved, this broad landscape more n’ more resembled the Sonoran Desert ~ and Davy construed out of a certain memory a newly discovered truth.

Yes! The memory of a coyote in a thick winter coat trotting by Davy’s truck, which was parked by a dry-wash in the middle of a desert no-where one crisp morning, this coyote’s momentary appearance upon the scene, now, many moons later, made Bin Laden’s murderous antics less affecting than ~ than an ant!

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Sept 11 Revised

https://oldtimerchronicle2.wordpress.com/2015/09/14/sept-11-revised

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Arizona

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