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Patrice_Ms
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Stanford, State N/A 
US
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Patrice_Ms shooting: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJDrLVAjgd8
Last Profile Login: 4/21/2011
Last World Login: 3/14/2011
Member Since: 3/17/2009
General Info
I Am Here For: For a New Experience, To Explore My Sexuality, To Meet People, Trouble/Breaking Stuff
Marital Status: Single
Children: Love them, but do not want any of my own
Education: Post Grad
Religion: N/A
Smoke: No
Drink: Yes
Occupation: Student of Everything
Body Type: Athletic
Height: 5' 10"
Ethnicity: Other
Languages: French, Italian, English, Spanish
Sexy Stuff
I Am Looking For: Virtual Relationship, Cyber Sex, Social Encounters, Real Life Relationship, Erotic Chat, Cyber Friendships
Sexual Fantasies: A Virgin, Bondage, A Beach, Toys, Multiple People, Sadism & Masochism, Massage Oil, A Public Place
Sex is Best: Casual, Passionate, Loving, Experimental, With a Stranger, Wild, Kinky
Cybersex: Yes
I Want You To: Play Along With My Fantasy, Tell Me You Love Me, Tell Me I'm The Best, Make Me Do It, Teach Me New Tricks, Tell Me Your Fantasy
Cybersex Personality: Amateur, Seductress/Seductor, Experienced, Submissive, Loving, Passionate, Threesomes, The More The Merrier, Fun With Toys, Nasty, Adventurous
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8H4PKSkxJ2w&feature=player_embedded# and you Naval Aviators I salute thee and your 4.5 acre support strip from COSPR wassup SALUTE http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQ7cDbfO6m8&feature=related everything I have wanted and lost http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TsS_W5jN-vU wassup; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQ7cDbfO6m8&feature=related to shooters I salute you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-MhXeGBv9cQ&feature=fvst boom boom phoenis I misss you Roll the ball to me, yes please: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdmvs7r1u9c for cribgal http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABYnqp-bxvg for my love;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdmvs7r1u9c our bodies eloquent of every form nature holds deer, please call me if you know this truth http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dzsuE5ugxf4&feature=channel SUZY, you make me crazy as well, Du Hast http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLp63WBV-Ic http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1LegWs8xdc, my skin, I need real for Nikki.. six guns up shaky shake:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApfEA3fmWZc&feature=related um this is for our dad:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWmETxWM0h0 this Woman knows her work: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7TupvVpxY_U http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pywkt4aTgXk, lapua my loads light of a dull day...hmm http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJDrLVAjgd8 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZhaHLoK3CF4. don't you forget about me the heart and clit has memory http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrO4YZeyl0I http://www.theregister.co.uk/2008/03/07/bofh_2008_episode_8/ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtXGKqWz8nU&feature=related http://www.theregister.co.uk/2007/03/23/bofh_episode_11/ ARAGORN: You have some skill with a blade. ÉOWYN: The women of this country learned long ago those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain. ARAGORN: What do you fear, my lady? ÉOWYN: A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age except them, and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall of desire. ARAGORN: You are a daughter of kings. A shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate. Not on this womans' watch http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=570W6DKg_Oo&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sf3uiCfNkaM&feature=player_embedded red is dead http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUXBCdt5IPg this is for the gifted Woman; know, she, in her body, possesses all the forms Nature espouses: Eowyn, see her strife as yourn; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6mxuDDhfmQc&feature=player_embedded# do you get it?: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7ud1xvbG3Q&feature=fvw Try believing in this..... http://military.discovery.com/videos/worlds-deadliest-aircraft-shorts-ac130.html See these eyes so green I can stare for a thousand years Colder than the moon It's been so long And I've been putting out fire With gasoline Feel my blood enraged It's just the fear of losing you Don't you know my name Well, you been so long See these eyes so red Red like jungle burning bright Those who feel me near Pull the blinds and change their minds It's been so long Still this pulsing night A plague I call a heartbeat Just be still with me Ya wouldn't believe what I've been thru You've been so long Well it's been so long And I've been putting out fire with gasoline putting out fire with gasoline See these tears so blue An ageless heart that can never mend These tears can never dry A judgement made can never bend See these eyes so green I can stare for a thousand years Just be still with me You wouldn't believe what I've been thru You've been so long Well, it's been so long And I've been putting out fire with gasoline putting out fire with gasoline http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJDrLVAjgd8 oh and fly with me please and wish you up here........xo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjsdFk6BJ-g just tell me, We are seeing , ah see me shall we play, my rating is beyond all of you, be respectful, I take care more than thee and hey, RLC we have tergetted you You are perfect fucks, keeping me from the wonderful, know my KARMA runs deep, we will work you, please be careful, ommocent pretty One and then FELIX we saw many http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxLecGCq-qE and who are you, I shoot http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UhjG47gtMCo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJSk2Xc3Eq4&feature=related: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxLecGCq-qE This is a a a Military site: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApfEA3fmWZc&feature=related, with CAS attitude http://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/ac-130-spectre-kicking-ass/7c20ebe25efe4119fd2d7c20ebe25efe4119fd2d-63670191678 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wS7CZIJVxFY and red, get lost Paula WASHTE http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3158954442044355043# http://tour.sapphicerotica.com/?nats=MjA2NTozOjE,0,0,0,0 Talli Wiggle, talk: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uz4eHPD40w4 we dance We Dance:CAS http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApfEA3fmWZc&feature=related I choose here:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2B5_lneZSts&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3L3T4tFNxOo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3L3T4tFNxOo My ordshttp://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/monty-python-the-spanish-inquisition/eae34bde4a5e70a61f3ceae34bde4a5e70a61f3c-1635853468831 now that we have that clear: init main mmmmm http://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/a-10-warthog-destruction/5d6f41a1ed4629cb90065d6f41a1ed4629cb9006-56019518908 http://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/ac-130-gunship-destroys-suspected-al-queida-base/8e00f1547df4c2c807b98e00f1547df4c2c807b9-56027907513 http://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/ah-64-apache/67a8e9ddbff94398f93167a8e9ddbff94398f931-67608970363 http://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/ah-64-in-action-kabul-afganistan-part-1/ab4e507a3f8fb6b603ddab4e507a3f8fb6b603dd-31735350 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtPfLyf29v4 they will never stop then we say : Ikuye Muayasin Suade K! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDlC7oG_2W4&NR=1 F(n) = N+1, recursive, is there anything more simple. Name it. Common Dissaster, *wink* perfect airframe: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oy-iA1HlXFA&feature=related I was musing today over a thought challenge that I initiated a few days ago. I was looking for something in all the wrong places, sounds like a song don't it? Anyways, I came up with the phrase Pacem et Napenthe, which led to Napenthe Blessed, and to Poe: Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more,' Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more!' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as `Nevermore.' But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.' Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never-nevermore."' But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking `Nevermore.' This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting - `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore! Brimstone and Treacle, Dulci et Decorum est: Treacle: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FqOfXumI18A&feature=related Soft soft, let us see how Dame Fortune shines on our next adventure: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZHw9uyj81g&feature=player_embedded I bracket thee: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfIWCiX21qg&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLaaoLihQqw Be Safe http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AN3uPrJR7IY&feature=fvw http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-MOZ4YFGTo&feature=related There may be a day when our oaths shall be forgotten, our shields and swords broken, and the world of women and men shall end. IT IS NOT THIS DAY: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zx6idk-p6I&feature=player_embedded# George Washingtom answering: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cCYHYvl_Uk&NR=1 and to my Naval Aviator friends, remember it is the two wire now: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eA77ptBdVZ4&feature=fvw The equations embedded in the song, the madelrot is easily ecoded as the iterative: http://www.youtubne.com/watch?v=wS7CZIJVxFY&feature=related..... ask me? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldFvKew0BKg I do not see that as your fate, you are a Shield Maden, Daughter of Queens http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6LIkPWtQxg&NR=1 I Know Your Face, twice used, to intent http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzKKMD5VCGM&feature=player_embedded, for my Gregorian cognescenti Please do it with this: http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=633469590 or Celine: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fv1cHzPp4-U&NR=1&feature=fvwp http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmTeUT8C09I&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkF05D-NJMU&feature=player_embedded# To my Marine Sisters and Brothers, semper fi, to all Veterans, and active duty, thank you. To The fallen and their loved ones and family, my thoughts and all the prayers of a Wakasha Wakan. We thank you, and I pledge every fiber of my body to protect you: when you call, we will be with you, we are always with you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LSAJRdpolY&feature=fvw http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8o3ShhA7vJg&NR=1 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=haXN2AHBFIE&NR=1 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SIlbfAx49Qg&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNLu2gY2-uU&feature=PlayList&p=ED3F2D730116E57F&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=59 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLKKGHrGMxQ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eA77ptBdVZ4&feature=fvw, 3 wire true warriors, you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zx6idk-p6I&feature=player_embedded# remembering home: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R05j1qJ23G0&feature=player_embedded CAS: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bMfrixJyWc&feature=related, little mix up of a GBU-97 and 30 mike mike < 4:00 mins, still fun and though Felix went by by in 2006, still thought you might like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uE_IODW2yfI&feature=related, true true, miss Phoenix First platform for the Phoenix was this little pup, JP-7/Triethylboron: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oy-iA1HlXFA&feature=related, Kelly Jonson: 38, 104, etc. My office: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ymSZmPNC28, we are here when you call and something pretty and challenging: for those of you suffering from being away from family and loved ones; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KE2orthS3TQ and; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3-dtbnfzKA Finally, ask me for any song, I will get it and deliver, DBF: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3-dtbnfzKA http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPudiBR15mk kk: I have heard this attempted by every band and all over the globe, the best was at the Beach Club in Kuala Lumpur, and before the the gig, I tried for the the lead singer, she said her white shorts made her look fat....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oobDQ0vdm8M, Big Band I thank you for that weekend:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oobDQ0vdm8M never let it become to this, say time out, discuss what that is, never leave the one you Love for ego's sake: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5dGepZM810&feature=related My ultimate ability to destroy everything I made, far more than any of you will ever realize [ANY OF YOU] and have lost it by my own hand. How many sisters I have saved from this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOibtqWo6z4&feature=player_embedded Maxwell, full tensor matrix decomp: ?×E = -?B/?t ?×H = J + ?D/?t ?·D = ? ?·B = 0 Show me an inpressionist that can render such beauty so concisely. Galaxie's wife has loved a continuance, at IT central, what I see is promising. 'Mostly harmless', infinitely resourceful, head up, towel where it should ever be. So many would crumble in these times. You have the time you have, duh. The not "Duh", is that you do the maximal amt of good with that time. Ahhhhhhhh, the Brule thickens http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8H4PKSkxJ2w&feature=player_embedded# http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=monty+python+argument+shop&hl=en&emb=0&aq=f#q=monty+python+argument&hl=en&view=2&emb=0 Woman, as the form giver: The Sioux are a warrior tribe, and one of their proverbs says, "Woman shall not walk before man. " Yet White Buffalo Woman is the dominant figure of their most important legend. The medicine man Crow Dog explains, "This holy woman brought the sacred buffalo calf pipe to the Sioux. There could be no Indians without it. Before she came, people didn't know how to live. They knew nothing. The Buffalo Woman put her sacred mind into their minds. " At the ritual of the sun dance one woman, usually a mature and universally respected member of the tribe, is given the honor of representing Buffalo Woman. Though she first appeared to the Sioux in human form, White Buffalo Woman was also a buffalo­the Indians' brother, who gave its flesh so that the people might live. Albino buffalo were sacred to all Plains tribes; a white buffalo hide was a sacred talisman, a possession beyond price. One summer so long ago that nobody knows how long, the Oceti­Shakowin, the seven sacred council fires of the Lakota Oyate, the nation, came together and camped. The sun shone all the time, but there was no game and the people were starving. Every day they sent scouts to look for game, but the scouts found nothing. Among the bands assembled were the Itazipcho, the Without­Bows, who had their own camp circle under their chief, Standing Hollow Horn. Early one morning the chief sent two of his young men to hunt for game. They went on foot, because at that time the Sioux didn't yet have horses. They searched everywhere but could find nothing. Seeing a high hill, they decided to climb it in order to look over the whole country. Halfway up, they saw something coming toward them from far off, but the figure was floating instead of walking. From this they knew that the person was waken , holy. At first they could make out only a small moving speck and had to squint to see that it was a human form. But as it came nearer, they realized that it was a beautiful young woman, more beautiful than any they had ever seen, with two round, red dots of face paint on her cheeks. She wore a wonderful white buckskin outfit, tanned until it shone a long way in the sun. It was embroidered with sacred and marvelous designs of porcupine quill, in radiant colors no ordinary woman could have made. This wakan stranger was Ptesan­Wi, White Buffalo Woman. In her hands she carried a large bundle and a fan of sage leaves. She wore her blue­black hair loose except for a strand at the left side, which was tied up with buffalo fur. Her eyes shone dark and sparkling, with great power in them. The two young men looked at her open­mouthed. One was overawed, but the other desired her body and stretched his hand out to touch her. This woman was lila waken, very sacred, and could not be treated with disrespect. Lightning instantly struck the brash young man and burned him up, so that only a small heap of blackened bones was left. Or as some say that he was suddenly covered by a cloud, and within it he was eaten up by snakes that left only his skeleton, just as a man can be eaten up by lust. To the other scout who had behaved rightly, the White Buffalo Woman said: "Good things I am bringing, something holy to your nation. A message I carry for your people from the buffalo nation. Go back to the camp and tell the people to prepare for my arrival. Tell your chief to put up a medicine lodge with twenty­four poles. Let it be made holy for my coming." This young hunter returned to the camp. He told the chief, he told the people, what the sacred woman had commanded. The chief told the eyapaha, the crier, and the crier went through the camp circle calling: "Someone sacred is coming. A holy woman approaches. Make all things ready for her." So the people put up the big medicine tipi and waited. After four days they saw the White Buffalo Woman approaching, carrying her bundle before her. Her wonderful white buckskin dress shone from afar. The chief, Standing Hollow Horn, invited her to enter the medicine lodge. She went in and circled the interior sunwise. The chief addressed her respectfully, saying: "Sister, we are glad you have come to instruct us." She told him what she wanted done. In the center of the tipi they were to put up an owanka wakan, a sacred altar, made of red earth, with a buffalo skull and a three­stick rack for a holy thing she was bringing. They did what she directed, and she traced a design with her finger on the smoothed earth of the altar. She showed them how to do all this, then circled the lodge again sunwise. Halting before the chief, she now opened the bundle. the holy thing it contained was the chanunpa, the sacred pipe. She held it out to the people and let them look at it. She was grasping the stem with her right hand and the bowl with her left, and thus the pipe has been held ever since. Again the chief spoke, saying: "Sister, we are glad. We have had no meat for some time. All we can give you is water." They dipped some wacanga, sweet grass, into a skin bag of water and gave it to her, and to this day the people dip sweet grass or an eagle wing in water and sprinkle it on a person to be purified. The White Buffalo Woman showed the people how to use the pipe. She filled it with chan­shasha, red willow­bark tobacco. She walked around the lodge four times after the manner of Anpetu­Wi, the great sun. This represented the circle without end, the sacred hoop, the road of life. The woman placed a dry buffalo chip on the fire and lit the pipe with it. This was peta­owihankeshini , the fire without end, the flame to be passed on from generation to generation. She told them that the smoke rising from the bowl was Tunkashila's breath, the living breath of the great Grandfather Mystery. The White Buffalo Woman showed the people the right way to pray, the right words and the right gestures. She taught them how to sing the pipe­filling song and how to lift the pipe up to the sky, toward Grandfather, and down toward Grandmother Earth, to Unci, and then to the four directions of the universe. "With this holy pipe," she said, "you will walk like a living prayer. With your feet resting upon the earth and the pipestem reaching into the sky, your body forms a living bridge between the Sacred Beneath and the Sacred Above. Wakan Tanka smiles upon us, because now we are as one: earth, sky, all living things, the two legged, the four­legged, the winged ones, the trees, the grasses. Together with the people, they are all related, one family. The pipe holds them all together." "Look at this bowl," said the White Buffalo Woman. "Its stone represents the buffalo, but also the flesh and blood of the red man. The buffalo represents the universe and the four directions, because he stands on four legs, for the four ages of man. The buffalo was put in the west by Wakan Tanka at the making of the world, to hold back the waters. Every year he loses one hair, and in every one of the four ages he loses a leg. The Sacred Hoop will end when all the hair and legs of the great buffalo are gone, and the water comes back to cover the Earth. The wooden stem of this chanunpa stands for all that grows on the earth. Twelve feathers hanging from where the stem­ the backbone­ joins the bowl­ the skull­ are from Wanblee Galeshka, the spotted eagle, the very sacred who is the Great Spirit's messenger and the wisest of all cry out to Tunkashila . Look at the bowl: engraved in it are seven circles of various sizes. They stand for the seven ceremonies you will practice with this pipe, and for the Ocheti Shakowin , the seven sacred campfires of our Lakota nation." The White Buffalo Woman then spoke to the women, telling them that it was the work of their hands and the fruit of their bodies which kept the people alive. "You are from the mother earth," she told them. "What you are doing is as great as what warriors do." And therefore the sacred pipe is also something that binds men and women together in a circle of love. It is the one holy object in the making of which both men and women have a hand. The men carve the bowl and make the stem; the women decorate it with bands of colored porcupine quills. When a man takes a wife, they both hold the pipe at the same time and red cloth is wound around their hands, thus tying them together for life. The White Buffalo Woman had many things for her Lakota sisters in her sacred womb bag; corn, wasna (pemmican), wild turnip. She taught how to make the hearth fire. She filled a buffalo paunch with cold water and dropped a red­hot stone into it. "This way you shall cook the corn and the meat," she told them. The White Buffalo Woman also talked to the children, because they have an understanding beyond their years. She told them that what their fathers and mothers did was for them, that their parents could remember being little once, and that they, the children, would grow up to have little ones of their own. She told them: "You are the coming generation, that's why you are the most important and precious ones. Some day you will hold this pipe and smoke it. Some day you will pray with it." She spoke once more to all the people: "The pipe is alive; it is a red being showing you a red life and a red road. And this is the first ceremony for which you will use the pipe. You will use it to Wakan Tanka, the Great Mystery Spirit. The day a human dies is always a sacred day. The day when the soul is released to the Great Spirit is another. Four women will become sacred on such a day. They will be the ones to cut the sacred tree, the can­wakan, for the sun dance." She told the Lakota that they were the purest among the tribes, and for that reason Tunkashila had bestowed upon them the holy chanunpa. They had been chosen to take care of it for all the Indian people on this turtle continent. She spoke one last time to Standing Hollow Horn, the chief, saying, "Remember: this pipe is very sacred. Respect it and it will take you to the end of the road. The four ages of creation are in me; I am the four ages. I will come to see you in every generation cycle. I shall come back to you." The sacred woman then took leave of the people, saying: " Toksha ake wacinyanitin ktelo, I shall see you again." Toksha ake wacinyanitin ktelo Yhis is now Mashte Shahiela speaking; much of this is corrupted and missing, and yet needs so very much needs to be here Washte Kola, Wakasha Wakan Mashte, out and then, I became so essuriant: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3KBuQHHKx0&feature=player_embedded it gets worse, if any of you codde, C# c++ assemblers, machinePala please, 11 dim GUt let us talk, glaciers, Rivers, glacial errata, we never did http://www.bing.com/videos/watch/video/natalie-merchant-my-skin/c27546a23abcdd0be55cc27546a23abcdd0be55c-1718117139005
Who I'd like to meet:
*****May is Military Appreciation Month, please Honor your Heroes.***** Have anyone tried? I think not/naught, perhaps feel oow, P atti feel, how am I the best shooter.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbLs80cuots&NR=1 we play FELIX http://military.discovery.com/videos/worlds-deadliest-aircraft-shorts-ac130.html just ask for ME talk pretyy or stand quickly down just call BEESTA we seem to soot well, RLC stand down, I am shotting/CASCAP none of you know, this was the killer B for the Sr-71, stand down, I gotcha http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jU0YJe0fJo&feature=related fly Honey it gets so wonderful, so ugly fast touch FAST now who wishes to play...huh and love real try real http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oy-iA1HlXFA&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldFvKew0BKg http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZtRtM-FzFA&feature=related *****http://uso.org/***** *****http://military.discovery.com/***** and guess where I am? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQAGh3JViyI http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ot3cVY1JESQ, please know this site as Millitary Super, Mah Duce please talk, and know we answer! ANAIS NIN http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoID=889403622 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnaZfBpe1YI&feature=related to my sisters, gotcha:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=booKP974B0k http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4639921789181083769&ei=YcuGS4GNOqWaqQOplqCnBw&q=ac- bushmaster 130&hl=en# 1.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hv0azq9GF_g 2. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmtoQAFOknI&feature=relatedeosearch?q=tori+amos&hl=en&emb=0&aq=f# http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hfvJOL1gpic http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NZjHKfbbiQ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NZjHKfbbiQ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n34sdVLWsyc, all stand down, biggy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJDrLVAjgd8 careful with Moyet, OK? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4qMUmWA20A&feature=player_embedded#
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It is of course well known that careless talk costs lives, but the full scale of the problem is not always appreciated. For instance, at the very moment that Arthur Dent said "I wouldn't want to go anywhere without my wonderful towel," a freak wormhole opened up in the fabric of the space-time continuum and carried his words far far back in time across almost infinite reaches of space to a distant Galaxy where strange and warlike beings were poised on the brink of frightful interstellar battle. The two opposing leaders, resplendent in their black jewelled battle shorts, were meeting for the last time, when, a dreadful silence fell, and, at that very moment, the words, "I wouldn't want to go anywhere without my wonderful towel" drifted across the conference table. Unfortunately, in their native tongue, this was the most appalling insult imaginable, so the two opposing battle fleets decided to settle their few remaining differences in order to launch a joint attack on our galaxy, now positively identified as the source of the offending remark. For thousands of years the mighty starships tore across the empty wastes of space and finally dived screaming on to the planet Earth - where, due to a terrible miscalculation of scale, the entire battle fleet was accidentally swallowed by a small dog. Those who study the complex interplay of cause and effect in the history of the Universe say that this sort of thing is going on all the time. The Sioux are a warrior tribe, and one of their proverbs says, "Woman shall not walk before man. " Yet White Buffalo Woman is the dominant figure of their most important legend. The medicine man Crow Dog explains, "This holy woman brought the sacred buffalo calf pipe to the Sioux. There could be no Indians without it. Before she came, people didn't know how to live. They knew nothing. The Buffalo Woman put her sacred mind into their minds. " At the ritual of the sun dance one woman, usually a mature and universally respected member of the tribe, is given the honor of representing Buffalo Woman. Though she first appeared to the Sioux in human form, White Buffalo Woman was also a buffalo­the Indians' brother, who gave its flesh so that the people might live. Albino buffalo were sacred to all Plains tribes; a white buffalo hide was a sacred talisman, a possession beyond price. One summer so long ago that nobody knows how long, the Oceti­Shakowin, the seven sacred council fires of the Lakota Oyate, the nation, came together and camped. The sun shone all the time, but there was no game and the people were starving. Every day they sent scouts to look for game, but the scouts found nothing. Among the bands assembled were the Itazipcho, the Without­Bows, who had their own camp circle under their chief, Standing Hollow Horn. Early one morning the chief sent two of his young men to hunt for game. They went on foot, because at that time the Sioux didn't yet have horses. They searched everywhere but could find nothing. Seeing a high hill, they decided to climb it in order to look over the whole country. Halfway up, they saw something coming toward them from far off, but the figure was floating instead of walking. From this they knew that the person was waken , holy. At first they could make out only a small moving speck and had to squint to see that it was a human form. But as it came nearer, they realized that it was a beautiful young woman, more beautiful than any they had ever seen, with two round, red dots of face paint on her cheeks. She wore a wonderful white buckskin outfit, tanned until it shone a long way in the sun. It was embroidered with sacred and marvelous designs of porcupine quill, in radiant colors no ordinary woman could have made. This wakan stranger was Ptesan­Wi, White Buffalo Woman. In her hands she carried a large bundle and a fan of sage leaves. She wore her blue­black hair loose except for a strand at the left side, which was tied up with buffalo fur. Her eyes shone dark and sparkling, with great power in them. The two young men looked at her open­mouthed. One was overawed, but the other desired her body and stretched his hand out to touch her. This woman was lila waken, very sacred, and could not be treated with disrespect. Lightning instantly struck the brash young man and burned him up, so that only a small heap of blackened bones was left. Or as some say that he was suddenly covered by a cloud, and within it he was eaten up by snakes that left only his skeleton, just as a man can be eaten up by lust. To the other scout who had behaved rightly, the White Buffalo Woman said: "Good things I am bringing, something holy to your nation. A message I carry for your people from the buffalo nation. Go back to the camp and tell the people to prepare for my arrival. Tell your chief to put up a medicine lodge with twenty­four poles. Let it be made holy for my coming." This young hunter returned to the camp. He told the chief, he told the people, what the sacred woman had commanded. The chief told the eyapaha, the crier, and the crier went through the camp circle calling: "Someone sacred is coming. A holy woman approaches. Make all things ready for her." So the people put up the big medicine tipi and waited. After four days they saw the White Buffalo Woman approaching, carrying her bundle before her. Her wonderful white buckskin dress shone from afar. The chief, Standing Hollow Horn, invited her to enter the medicine lodge. She went in and circled the interior sunwise. The chief addressed her respectfully, saying: "Sister, we are glad you have come to instruct us." She told him what she wanted done. In the center of the tipi they were to put up an owanka wakan, a sacred altar, made of red earth, with a buffalo skull and a three­stick rack for a holy thing she was bringing. They did what she directed, and she traced a design with her finger on the smoothed earth of the altar. She showed them how to do all this, then circled the lodge again sunwise. Halting before the chief, she now opened the bundle. the holy thing it contained was the chanunpa, the sacred pipe. She held it out to the people and let them look at it. She was grasping the stem with her right hand and the bowl with her left, and thus the pipe has been held ever since. Again the chief spoke, saying: "Sister, we are glad. We have had no meat for some time. All we can give you is water." They dipped some wacanga, sweet grass, into a skin bag of water and gave it to her, and to this day the people dip sweet grass or an eagle wing in water and sprinkle it on a person to be purified. The White Buffalo Woman showed the people how to use the pipe. She filled it with chan­shasha, red willow­bark tobacco. She walked around the lodge four times after the manner of Anpetu­Wi, the great sun. This represented the circle without end, the sacred hoop, the road of life. The woman placed a dry buffalo chip on the fire and lit the pipe with it. This was peta­owihankeshini , the fire without end, the flame to be passed on from generation to generation. She told them that the smoke rising from the bowl was Tunkashila's breath, the living breath of the great Grandfather Mystery. The White Buffalo Woman showed the people the right way to pray, the right words and the right gestures. She taught them how to sing the pipe­filling song and how to lift the pipe up to the sky, toward Grandfather, and down toward Grandmother Earth, to Unci, and then to the four directions of the universe. "With this holy pipe," she said, "you will walk like a living prayer. With your feet resting upon the earth and the pipestem reaching into the sky, your body forms a living bridge between the Sacred Beneath and the Sacred Above. Wakan Tanka smiles upon us, because now we are as one: earth, sky, all living things, the two legged, the four­legged, the winged ones, the trees, the grasses. Together with the people, they are all related, one family. The pipe holds them all together." "Look at this bowl," said the White Buffalo Woman. "Its stone represents the buffalo, but also the flesh and blood of the red man. The buffalo represents the universe and the four directions, because he stands on four legs, for the four ages of man. The buffalo was put in the west by Wakan Tanka at the making of the world, to hold back the waters. Every year he loses one hair, and in every one of the four ages he loses a leg. The Sacred Hoop will end when all the hair and legs of the great buffalo are gone, and the water comes back to cover the Earth. The wooden stem of this chanunpa stands for all that grows on the earth. Twelve feathers hanging from where the stem­ the backbone­ joins the bowl­ the skull­ are from Wanblee Galeshka, the spotted eagle, the very sacred who is the Great Spirit's messenger and the wisest of all cry out to Tunkashila . Look at the bowl: engraved in it are seven circles of various sizes. They stand for the seven ceremonies you will practice with this pipe, and for the Ocheti Shakowin , the seven sacred campfires of our Lakota nation." The White Buffalo Woman then spoke to the women, telling them that it was the work of their hands and the fruit of their bodies which kept the people alive. "You are from the mother earth," she told them. "What you are doing is as great as what warriors do." And therefore the sacred pipe is also something that binds men and women together in a circle of love. It is the one holy object in the making of which both men and women have a hand. The men carve the bowl and make the stem; the women decorate it with bands of colored porcupine quills. When a man takes a wife, they both hold the pipe at the same time and red cloth is wound around their hands, thus tying them together for life. The White Buffalo Woman had many things for her Lakota sisters in her sacred womb bag; corn, wasna (pemmican), wild turnip. She taught how to make the hearth fire. She filled a buffalo paunch with cold water and dropped a red­hot stone into it. "This way you shall cook the corn and the meat," she told them. The White Buffalo Woman also talked to the children, because they have an understanding beyond their years. She told them that what their fathers and mothers did was for them, that their parents could remember being little once, and that they, the children, would grow up to have little ones of their own. She told them: "You are the coming generation, that's why you are the most important and precious ones. Some day you will hold this pipe and smoke it. Some day you will pray with it." She spoke once more to all the people: "The pipe is alive; it is a red being showing you a red life and a red road. And this is the first ceremony for which you will use the pipe. You will use it to Wakan Tanka, the Great Mystery Spirit. The day a human dies is always a sacred day. The day when the soul is released to the Great Spirit is another. Four women will become sacred on such a day. They will be the ones to cut the sacred tree, the can­wakan, for the sun dance." She told the Lakota that they were the purest among the tribes, and for that reason Tunkashila had bestowed upon them the holy chanunpa. They had been chosen to take care of it for all the Indian people on this turtle continent. She spoke one last time to Standing Hollow Horn, the chief, saying, "Remember: this pipe is very sacred. Respect it and it will take you to the end of the road. The four ages of creation are in me; I am the four ages. I will come to see you in every generation cycle. I shall come back to you." The sacred woman then took leave of the people, saying: " Toksha ake wacinyanitin ktelo, I shall see you again." The people saw her walking off in the same direction from which she had come, outlined against the red ball of the setting sun. As she went, she stopped and rolled over four times. The first time, she turned into a black buffalo; the second into a brown one; the third into a red one; and finally, the fourth time she rolled over, she turned into a white female buffalo calf. A white buffalo is the most sacred living thing you could ever encounter. The White Buffalo Woman disappeared over the Horizon. Sometime she might come back. As soon as she had vanished, buffalo in great herds appeared, allowing themselves to be killed so the people might survive. And from that day on, our relations, the buffalo, furnished the people with everything they needed, meat for their food, skins for their clothes and tipis, bones for their many tools. Here is one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhXeG24-7ac&feature=player_embedded and of course, torture: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSe38dzJYkY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1leDAwjtto&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1k1ccguXiws&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2Je1CEPkUM&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Es0t50H44IE&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6D1YI-41ao&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T70-HTlKRXo&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxXW6tfl2Y0 QED: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dcncPpQ8loA, iy you look closely at the equatiions, you will see the partial tensor based develpment of maxwell's equations oooo, the plumage always enters into it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KO1T7b07I7E&feature=player_embedded more later: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJSey8HRUhU&feature=related, safe travels Remember: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxLecGCq-qE FunFun SameSame:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hfvJOL1gpic&feature=player_embedded# and when I get back to UP?: Bon Venteur Kalle;http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=low+altitude+jet+fighter+ops&hl=en&emb=0&aq=f#q=low+level+jet+fighter+ops&hl=en&emb=0 Injection and engage: for my fallen sisters: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJDrLVAjgd8&feature=player_embedded# et tu spiritu deu: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjsdFk6BJ-g best Salsa, dance and be happy everyone::: ;.)))))))): Happy Happy Macarena http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sN62PAKoBfE&feature=PlayList&p=C84E49DB46865293&index=0
My Favorite Websites:
"Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity."

Shelley, "Adonais".


http://www.military.com/giveback/ ( go here, everyone and say hi to a hero)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWmETxWM0h0

All Monty Python in particular:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=teMlv3ripSM


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3KBuQHHKx0

Music:
Dear Anna, as the moon lingers a moment over the bitterroots, before its descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with song. I find I am humming softly; not to the music, but something else; some place else; a place remembered; a field of grass where no one seemed to have been; except a deer; and the memory is strengthened by the feeling of you, dancing in my awkward arms, the memory stronger for the elk King I brought down for us, with my Patriot bow Serious Intent: never loose serious intent, ALL KNOW ME......mean what you say, and Patti has your 6 Redundant yes, for emphasis: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXZJF0-d_M8&feature=player_embedded http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjsdFk6BJ-g http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWdHOm256N4&feature=related You can check your anatomy all you want, and even though there may be normal variation, when it comes right down to it, this far inside the head it all looks the same. No, no, no, don't tug on that. You never know what it might be attached to. The woman, what's happened to her brain? Maybe it's scrambled her molecules. All I'm saying is, Mr. President, let's not panic. There will never be a panic when the form givers are asked for counsel.... Concider that... why would a moui say that, I have no agenda, I need none of you, think, feel, answer to your best Angels, and see me, I know 1.5 % see my message, you need not understand all of it, just say hi?
Movies:
Girl Interrupted.....#1 coincidences abound, dibs on Angelina, your Jim Morrison song at one hour http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qd4us39C1kQ, be extremely careful with this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kkZ1CTusvp0&feature=related Dune... good Mythological treatment......A wink to Paul Muat-Deeb, Woman can go,do go and are going there when we wish...and when lucky, with another Woman...eke homo ergo ELK Ghost, braveheart and many more, so many more, Purple shard, Lord of the Rings, all Montey Python, Apocalypse now, THUNDERHEART etc ask pls, Oh an hitch hikers guide, tehe, Contact, Lion in Winter, Silent Runnung, TROY(change the blue to green/brown, and boo......on Helen Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs, and yours. I am haunted by waters. And moisture, nectar timeless, eternal The St. Vrain runs through me, as do all running waters Lakes need not apply (beaver ponds a maybe) Brave Heart Do you... Deep Thought: Have an answer for you? Yes. But you're not going to like it. Fook: Please tell us. We must know! Deep Thought: Okay. The answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything is... [wild cheers from audience, then silence] Deep Thought: 42.
Books:
C++ in 21 Days, Joe Cambel, Tom Clancey, Alice Miller, AA Milne, Conan Doyle, Mark Twain, Tolkien, Duncan, Gwenn, Milner, Hemmingway, The Unbearable Lightness Of Being, The Origin Of Consciosness In the Breakdown of th Bicameral Mind, all Yung, no Freud,lol, etc, etc ask pls, and ask in any language How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man. The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man --- all belong to the same family. So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children. So, we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you the land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father. The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes, and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember, and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother. We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's grave behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert. I do not know. Our ways are different than your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of the insect's wings. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pond at night? I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond and the smell of the wind itself, cleaned by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine. The air is precious to the red man for all things share the same breath, the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days he is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers. So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition - the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers. I am a savage and do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive. What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected. You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children that we have taught our children that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves. This we know; the earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected. Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know which the white man may one day discover; our God is the same God. You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land; but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for the red man and the white. The earth is precious to Him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator. The whites too shall pass; perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste. But in your perishing you will shine brightly fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man. That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires. Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. The end of living and the beginning of survival. for my special ONEs We were all one once We still are #? ask me! Why Chakra 7 1. "One Man's Island" CS 2. " the River WHY" DJD 3. " River Teeth" should have bee Glacial Erratics........^ all good, see the goose feathers 4. Any John Gierach, my old River Enjoy Of course, now I am too young to be much of a fisherwoman, and now of course I usually fish the big waters alone, although some friends think I shouldn't. Like many fly fisherwomen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Be my fish, Washte Match this hatch yuppers little puke know not the diff, I will show you with one Air Frame http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNEriHjia9I http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Iz5MwPsfyo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiOU0hYY_xo

 

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Photobucket DEAR FRIEND, I am asking for support and your vote for me in the People's Choice Awards as the FRIENDLIEST FEMALE OF THE YEAR. Please vote now, by clicking on the' CLICK HERE' on the Picture. You will get right to the UTHERVERSE_ AWARDS voting email by doing so (It sometimes takes a little extra time to open up for you). Type in snow_flake for friendliest of the year and send it. I do appreciate all your support in the past and hope you will do the same this year...Hugs and kisses, Snow Photobucket

 
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