I don’t know if it’s IT

but my test is broken

FHHHHEEEAAAAAUUUUUIIIIIIP!!!!! (pay no attention to that buzzing sound soon to be heard)

Throw The STring


Que-the-ing and be quick about it, the ship is going to come about

 

For lunch I had a ham and cheese sandwich. It was an in and on extra-ordinary sandwich that really made the Hg rise as if it were to burst out the top, free from the thermometer, shot out like a cannon. And the IIg (the second spirit) seemed to expect this and the ground work pre-paired. I ordered my singi ja juustuga with lettuce, tomato and condiments, specifically mayonaise- and regular-mustard from two distinct time periods. The former from 1816 from a corner market on the corner of Elm and Oak (or Fifth and Ivy or something like that) and the latter less older from century twenty and none.


Very few people that I could verify were born in the year 1816 (The Year Without a Summer) who did not cross over until the twentieth century. There was and is something special about those people, people like Mary Lucinda Bonney.

in regards to the title: it’s more like a whistle, not really a hiss 

 

 

 

 

May 16, 2011

Sunday September 12, 2010

g-r-a-d-u-a-l ship shift rolling true to light
most if not all who witness the sunset or raise
from bed and early rise to witness the trickling bent rays
one step up at a time till our side of the vessel is flooded with light

no  longer  weighted  down  by  a  lower level  of current movement in our see
in-or-on our side of the gas-e-ous ocean of off ten  blue-ish  sea of a  shy we name the sky

a  gradual shift ship  carrying us from  darkness  to higher energy   in our Gracious lightening grey light
flooding from  pale  buckets of yel-low to slow cook beautiful full visually audible pulsating white light bright  light

~~~dusty 9/12/2010 was the day  I wrote the words above

written word speaking

Their Common Link
better described as uncommon

Have you ever thought about why certain author’s works appeal to you or what to you defines a really good author. What writers can speak to you through written words in ways that reading, becomes more like listening, becomes more like pitchers of pictures and thoughts can be simply poured into your head as effortlessly as pouring a glass of el agua.

the liquid language…

have you honestly ever researched ways of passing messages via complete subversion. Although that term doesn’t really fit because it’s really more like a telepathy (makes me wonder about the “path” that is rooted in that word, cause it can easily be a sickness, this tele-thingy)

Have you ever noticed a common like or thread, that it seems all great writers have?

When I read someone who can write, not just write well, but really communicate with written words. I mean REALLY COMMUNICATE.

those writers can literally write in a manner that those who listen, can hear the writers voice (as in spoken word)

but it isn’t really an accurate term (spoken word) to describe what the reader is hearing. Closer to what the writer is able to do with a reader that is willing to listen, is communicate.

My Friend, Ghost L

Words that Giveaway

written words has it’s own unique voice, I am not talking about the voice that a reader hears when reading words for avatars of big busted blondes in G-strings or however else a reader may be influenced by the tone of voice and amount of sex or despair. Not having anything to do with the extent of the intent of written word.

I am writing to you about the voice of written word.

the voice when it speaks

I am writing to you about the voice of written word

the voice when it speaks

and starting from the origin, parsed to the basics, the way we know sound, there are a couple of timed out paces in this walk. The beats used in the word’s gait, in the way it stops or the way it runs. Steady humms:all characters written with letters of equal thickness
increasing tempo or frequency going from thick to thin to thick (wmk ili wmk) [nonsense three character sequence to try to show long/thick to short/thin to long/thick] to show the pace of the words voice.

the voice when the word, the written word speaks, by itself without the bias of having a reader voice it to themselves. So it’s semi-paradoxical, as it’s written words that have to be heard,

so to the readers, it requires an alternate form of reading, you must listen to the words, to hear the speak

it is different from reading, completely different, it may be inherent but it still takes practice, which in doing so you must be careful of picking up bad listening habits.

like bias, ending the process of hearing, due to false old beliefs. Old ways of hearing and seeing things that were socially acceptable and as a result were wrongly put into practice.

when the written word is true, caring word that comes from compassion and love and healing often really sinks in only when you hear it, only when you listen.

the benefits are not felt completely, and as a result not effectively when they are read.

when you are holding a book of loving words, that you know is good spell, take off your hot pads. There is no need to prevent the energy form penetrating you. The good word, the gospel you should hear from the words, the written language, and not read by a preacher whom the word has not penetrated. Which is evident by when their voice is not of love and inclusion.

By far the best way to know, to know by hearing the voice of the written word of love, is to let it’s voice itself penetrate you, and not the voice of another (even if it is the voice of a person who heard)

Love is like the motion, like the part of the wind you cannot hold, but can be experienced by letting it come into your heart. The walls we have all built around our hearts, was built to protect from the harsh, cold, uncaring things that are NOT love and may have been necessary to continue on, but there is no point in continuing on indefinitely if we refuse to recognize LOVE when it asks permission to enter your heart, to awaken you. Love will bring life to your lives and allow you to truly live, loving, caring and sharing.

so if nothing else, practice recognizing love, so that when you hold it’s words if they show up in written form. Because you will need to take off the oven mitts to really feel love’s warmth and healing powers. When you know it’s love you do not want to read it, you will want to hear it and you will know it is true.

you will know it is true because it will let the words speak to you, unbiased and then you will hear the truth.

and every time you see the words, the gospel, you will know without a doubt, because they will be words the you can hear, when you can hear, you will be able to read the word like music.

the words will be tones, notes, pauses that are beats and the words will sometimes be in different tempos. But there will be no interpretation necessary, because the words will be written to be heard like music.

Once you can hear the truth of the words, feel free to write your own, your own loving words that will be true.

Camas
Yahhey
Amen

~~~dusty 5/9/2011 four minutes before O-nine

Violet: A Candy Red Shadow

She was explaining that she wrote the words with an H so that I could know how it really sounded when I called her name out loud. An H on the English tongue is the closest sounding letter to the Dutch tongued G…

that is only tongued that way by Jews, Dutch, and Islamic language

“then they are who I will seek to teach me keys in Dutch… and maybe Romanian” I answered

I have a very capable tongue that works in complete synchronicity with my lips. Me teeth are all in place (except for one wisdom tooth removed due to excruciating pain) besides that they are straight and I do not have a single cavity, not even a filling to cover one.

I understand the importance of breathing and it is in it’s passage through and placement of those 3 previously mentioned bodies that makes a sound audible (golden liable)

while the teeth are more or less permanently fixed the placement and position of the lips and tongue (which are dynamic in the positions they are able to take) determine the shape of the sound (or note) made while the wind of breath determines the key.

my mouth and breath sing many songs that I wish could be to find a set of locks to attempt the impassable impossible (to move a vessel through a route blocked by L & D through a series gates otherwise known as locks that are filled then emptied and in doing so enables the impossible to cum to pass: a ship that travels to a place of higher elevation traveling on a plane that remains in flat and yet you feel carried there from sharp)

accomplished by things that float, high strong walls, and the process of emptying and filling

Understanding why We Omen

and making may way through Cheyen|ne to a different state in more than one way. I different state of mind I’ll knowis it when icy it. When I find it i’ll be off to another transitory state for just today (or a littlel wyle(

So at the moment (or in a few) I will be in il|linois

“did you love this world? and did this world not love you..?”

did you love this world?
and did this world not love you..?

do you love this whirled?
and does this whirled not love you..?

did you love this hoard?
and did this hoard not love you..?

do you love this word?
and does this word not love you..?

can you love this world?
and can this world not love you..?

can you?
and can they cannot..?

would you?
and would they not..?

will you?
and will they not..?

will you love this world?
will this world not love you..?

you can
and they can

if we don’t give in
]

He’s Simple, He’s Dumb, He’s the Pilot

I don’t know

I don’t know what to make of it. Why unannounced, why they would risk such a trip (obviously nervous or they would not have came in a pair with each vessel designed for completely different purpose, as if worried that when one failed to arrive and leave safely, then the other would be able to for exact reason the first could not)
I just don’t know. Usually when they arrive they are so stealth (I don’t know until they arrive, accept for that they are expected, this time they were not) They did not descend straight down with a shrinking twinkle to only be visible as a stationary star. I understood it was urgent, quick contact which I could not make sense of. Somehow slightly re-assured but I do not know why. They got the info they came to get (which was exactly as they suspected and did little to ease their nerves)
The only thing a do know is they are nervous (in there exit they did not directly ascend with a growing twinkle to appear as nothing more than a stationary star) Their exit was deliberate, stacked like two pieces of the tail of one of the dippers. As the emergency convoy of two made their leave, because of the horizon they appeared to sink in the sky (so their message to those waiting for the answer would be known before they could confirm in person with the details)
Their sense of anxiety makes me nervous, making no sense what so ever is hard for me to accept (though it was good to see a friend)
-July 10, 2010 @ 11:11 in the pm
?!11!? I wish that I could friend