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sunset on the ferry
letzt nacht... We're leaving the mainland, and the big "Spirit" class ferry does it's pirouette to point west, thrusters churning the sea... I like looking at the foam. Idiot who threatened me is at the trucker's table, along with many other regulars... The big chick and the tattooed guy are hogging the only cribbage board, because they have a thing going on with the game... Traffic was heavy, Peterbilt dude had caught the 4:PM 'over' and was back in time for the eight, but it was full (We had waved earlier on the rickety old steel girder Patullo bridge, that rises up into the sky and makes the tugboats in the Fraser look like toys far below) and I saw him at the Chinese food booth while awaiting the nine (last ferry, /I/ have a reservation). Now the big boat is finished it's turn and is pointed west. The great diesels down below rev up and rumble throughout the entire craft, rattling a few dishes for a moment as we all sit in the cafeteria. Tourists are everywhere, like dazed monkeys milling about with saucers for eyes... Suddenly, from across starboard; the whole ship is painted a deep red from a great wave of perfect sunlight reflecting off the sea. Old Sol is coming down to his rest for the night. The great father touches the calm sea of mother Gaia and the whole world turns red. His great cherub face glows so softly you can look at it without pain or danger, as the beams of light are filtered through the longest traverse of atmosphere possible, the sunset angle falling backwards into twilight.. The tourists are drawn to the starboard railings... Couples are romancing, even the older ones are folding hands together. Great Father finds his way down into the bosom of our mother, the last crisp sparkle of the raging fires winking out as the huge red dome sinks into nothingness... The sky tenaciously holds on to the light. The filtered red, atmospheric layered horizon glows with that majikal light only full spectrum solar coherency can impart. I go upstairs to the upper deck to see this without having to look through the gigantic quartz slab windows, and the railing is still crowded even though the wind is cool... Pulling my baseball cap down tight, I depend on my long thick braid passing through the adjustment loop to prevent it from flying off into the ocean. I look at the ripples marring the otherwise perfectly calm sea, and let my gaze rise up the the burning edge of the sky. The power of love between two Gods suddenly reminds me of the miracle we call life, and I blurt out loud to no one in particular, "Now I remember why I came to this planet!" There must've been twenty total strangers rising as of one voice to answer my words with a wonderful variety of agreements. -- thyself enfolden |
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#2
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sunset on the ferry
"Mosh Lowley" wrote in message ... letzt nacht... We're leaving the mainland, and the big "Spirit" class ferry does it's pirouette to point west, thrusters churning the sea... I like looking at the foam. Idiot who threatened me is at the trucker's table, along with many other regulars... The big chick and the tattooed guy are hogging the only cribbage board, because they have a thing going on with the game... Traffic was heavy, Peterbilt dude had caught the 4:PM 'over' and was back in time for the eight, but it was full (We had waved earlier on the rickety old steel girder Patullo bridge, that rises up into the sky and makes the tugboats in the Fraser look like toys far below) and I saw him at the Chinese food booth while awaiting the nine (last ferry, /I/ have a reservation). Now the big boat is finished it's turn and is pointed west. The great diesels down below rev up and rumble throughout the entire craft, rattling a few dishes for a moment as we all sit in the cafeteria. Tourists are everywhere, like dazed monkeys milling about with saucers for eyes... Suddenly, from across starboard; the whole ship is painted a deep red from a great wave of perfect sunlight reflecting off the sea. Old Sol is coming down to his rest for the night. The great father touches the calm sea of mother Gaia and the whole world turns red. His great cherub face glows so softly you can look at it without pain or danger, as the beams of light are filtered through the longest traverse of atmosphere possible, the sunset angle falling backwards into twilight.. The tourists are drawn to the starboard railings... Couples are romancing, even the older ones are folding hands together. Great Father finds his way down into the bosom of our mother, the last crisp sparkle of the raging fires winking out as the huge red dome sinks into nothingness... The sky tenaciously holds on to the light. The filtered red, atmospheric layered horizon glows with that majikal light only full spectrum solar coherency can impart. I go upstairs to the upper deck to see this without having to look through the gigantic quartz slab windows, and the railing is still crowded even though the wind is cool... Pulling my baseball cap down tight, I depend on my long thick braid passing through the adjustment loop to prevent it from flying off into the ocean. I look at the ripples marring the otherwise perfectly calm sea, and let my gaze rise up the the burning edge of the sky. The power of love between two Gods suddenly reminds me of the miracle we call life, and I blurt out loud to no one in particular, "Now I remember why I came to this planet!" There must've been twenty total strangers rising as of one voice to answer my words with a wonderful variety of agreements. -- thyself enfolden Where I live.. I can see this happen at rise, and at set... in the same day.. and I can agree with you. -- triple folded.. for your protection |
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sunset on the ferry
Mosh Lowley wrote:
letzt nacht... We're leaving the mainland, and the big "Spirit" class ferry does it's pirouette to point west, thrusters churning the sea... I like looking at the foam. Idiot who threatened me is at the trucker's table, along with many other regulars... The big chick and the tattooed guy are hogging the only cribbage board, because they have a thing going on with the game... Traffic was heavy, Peterbilt dude had caught the 4:PM 'over' and was back in time for the eight, but it was full (We had waved earlier on the rickety old steel girder Patullo bridge, that rises up into the sky and makes the tugboats in the Fraser look like toys far below) and I saw him at the Chinese food booth while awaiting the nine (last ferry, /I/ have a reservation). Now the big boat is finished it's turn and is pointed west. The great diesels down below rev up and rumble throughout the entire craft, rattling a few dishes for a moment as we all sit in the cafeteria. Tourists are everywhere, like dazed monkeys milling about with saucers for eyes... Suddenly, from across starboard; the whole ship is painted a deep red from a great wave of perfect sunlight reflecting off the sea. Old Sol is coming down to his rest for the night. The great father touches the calm sea of mother Gaia and the whole world turns red. His great cherub face glows so softly you can look at it without pain or danger, as the beams of light are filtered through the longest traverse of atmosphere possible, the sunset angle falling backwards into twilight.. The tourists are drawn to the starboard railings... Couples are romancing, even the older ones are folding hands together. Great Father finds his way down into the bosom of our mother, the last crisp sparkle of the raging fires winking out as the huge red dome sinks into nothingness... The sky tenaciously holds on to the light. The filtered red, atmospheric layered horizon glows with that majikal light only full spectrum solar coherency can impart. I go upstairs to the upper deck to see this without having to look through the gigantic quartz slab windows, and the railing is still crowded even though the wind is cool... Pulling my baseball cap down tight, I depend on my long thick braid passing through the adjustment loop to prevent it from flying off into the ocean. I look at the ripples marring the otherwise perfectly calm sea, and let my gaze rise up the the burning edge of the sky. The power of love between two Gods suddenly reminds me of the miracle we call life, and I blurt out loud to no one in particular, "Now I remember why I came to this planet!" There must've been twenty total strangers rising as of one voice to answer my words with a wonderful variety of agreements. Something fluffed up with the email but is was very good and I could just imagine it, Did ya catch and fish? -- ~shady angel~ |
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sunset on the ferry
BuZZard wrote:
"Mosh Lowley" wrote in message ... letzt nacht... We're leaving the mainland, and the big "Spirit" class ferry does it's pirouette to point west, thrusters churning the sea... I like looking at the foam. Idiot who threatened me is at the trucker's table, along with many other regulars... The big chick and the tattooed guy are hogging the only cribbage board, because they have a thing going on with the game... Traffic was heavy, Peterbilt dude had caught the 4:PM 'over' and was back in time for the eight, but it was full (We had waved earlier on the rickety old steel girder Patullo bridge, that rises up into the sky and makes the tugboats in the Fraser look like toys far below) and I saw him at the Chinese food booth while awaiting the nine (last ferry, /I/ have a reservation). Now the big boat is finished it's turn and is pointed west. The great diesels down below rev up and rumble throughout the entire craft, rattling a few dishes for a moment as we all sit in the cafeteria. Tourists are everywhere, like dazed monkeys milling about with saucers for eyes... Suddenly, from across starboard; the whole ship is painted a deep red from a great wave of perfect sunlight reflecting off the sea. Old Sol is coming down to his rest for the night. The great father touches the calm sea of mother Gaia and the whole world turns red. His great cherub face glows so softly you can look at it without pain or danger, as the beams of light are filtered through the longest traverse of atmosphere possible, the sunset angle falling backwards into twilight.. The tourists are drawn to the starboard railings... Couples are romancing, even the older ones are folding hands together. Great Father finds his way down into the bosom of our mother, the last crisp sparkle of the raging fires winking out as the huge red dome sinks into nothingness... The sky tenaciously holds on to the light. The filtered red, atmospheric layered horizon glows with that majikal light only full spectrum solar coherency can impart. I go upstairs to the upper deck to see this without having to look through the gigantic quartz slab windows, and the railing is still crowded even though the wind is cool... Pulling my baseball cap down tight, I depend on my long thick braid passing through the adjustment loop to prevent it from flying off into the ocean. I look at the ripples marring the otherwise perfectly calm sea, and let my gaze rise up the the burning edge of the sky. The power of love between two Gods suddenly reminds me of the miracle we call life, and I blurt out loud to no one in particular, "Now I remember why I came to this planet!" There must've been twenty total strangers rising as of one voice to answer my words with a wonderful variety of agreements. -- thyself enfolden Where I live.. I can see this happen at rise, and at set... in the same day.. and I can agree with you. -- triple folded.. for your protection You see sunrise over the water? Thought you needed to be a little further south for that... There are not a lot of places in North Am where you can see both sunrise and sunset over ocean. The Keys are one of them. So are certain places on Van Isle. -- thyself enfolden |
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sunset on the ferry
~shady angel~ wrote:
Mosh Lowley wrote: letzt nacht... We're leaving the mainland, and the big "Spirit" class ferry does it's pirouette to point west, thrusters churning the sea... I like looking at the foam. Idiot who threatened me is at the trucker's table, along with many other regulars... The big chick and the tattooed guy are hogging the only cribbage board, because they have a thing going on with the game... Traffic was heavy, Peterbilt dude had caught the 4:PM 'over' and was back in time for the eight, but it was full (We had waved earlier on the rickety old steel girder Patullo bridge, that rises up into the sky and makes the tugboats in the Fraser look like toys far below) and I saw him at the Chinese food booth while awaiting the nine (last ferry, /I/ have a reservation). Now the big boat is finished it's turn and is pointed west. The great diesels down below rev up and rumble throughout the entire craft, rattling a few dishes for a moment as we all sit in the cafeteria. Tourists are everywhere, like dazed monkeys milling about with saucers for eyes... Suddenly, from across starboard; the whole ship is painted a deep red from a great wave of perfect sunlight reflecting off the sea. Old Sol is coming down to his rest for the night. The great father touches the calm sea of mother Gaia and the whole world turns red. His great cherub face glows so softly you can look at it without pain or danger, as the beams of light are filtered through the longest traverse of atmosphere possible, the sunset angle falling backwards into twilight.. The tourists are drawn to the starboard railings... Couples are romancing, even the older ones are folding hands together. Great Father finds his way down into the bosom of our mother, the last crisp sparkle of the raging fires winking out as the huge red dome sinks into nothingness... The sky tenaciously holds on to the light. The filtered red, atmospheric layered horizon glows with that majikal light only full spectrum solar coherency can impart. I go upstairs to the upper deck to see this without having to look through the gigantic quartz slab windows, and the railing is still crowded even though the wind is cool... Pulling my baseball cap down tight, I depend on my long thick braid passing through the adjustment loop to prevent it from flying off into the ocean. I look at the ripples marring the otherwise perfectly calm sea, and let my gaze rise up the the burning edge of the sky. The power of love between two Gods suddenly reminds me of the miracle we call life, and I blurt out loud to no one in particular, "Now I remember why I came to this planet!" There must've been twenty total strangers rising as of one voice to answer my words with a wonderful variety of agreements. Something fluffed up with the email but is was very good and I could just imagine it, Did ya catch and fish? When I stand on the open deck of this ferry I am about 35 meters above the water. The ship travels at about 35 knots. We do see Orca pretty regularly. They catch a lot of fish. Last week we saw a pod teaching the youngin's how to make use of a bubble curtain to herd herring.. -- thyself enfolden |
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sunset on the ferry
"Mosh Lowley" wrote in message ... BuZZard wrote: "Mosh Lowley" wrote in message ... letzt nacht... We're leaving the mainland, and the big "Spirit" class ferry does it's pirouette to point west, thrusters churning the sea... I like looking at the foam. Idiot who threatened me is at the trucker's table, along with many other regulars... The big chick and the tattooed guy are hogging the only cribbage board, because they have a thing going on with the game... Traffic was heavy, Peterbilt dude had caught the 4:PM 'over' and was back in time for the eight, but it was full (We had waved earlier on the rickety old steel girder Patullo bridge, that rises up into the sky and makes the tugboats in the Fraser look like toys far below) and I saw him at the Chinese food booth while awaiting the nine (last ferry, /I/ have a reservation). Now the big boat is finished it's turn and is pointed west. The great diesels down below rev up and rumble throughout the entire craft, rattling a few dishes for a moment as we all sit in the cafeteria. Tourists are everywhere, like dazed monkeys milling about with saucers for eyes... Suddenly, from across starboard; the whole ship is painted a deep red from a great wave of perfect sunlight reflecting off the sea. Old Sol is coming down to his rest for the night. The great father touches the calm sea of mother Gaia and the whole world turns red. His great cherub face glows so softly you can look at it without pain or danger, as the beams of light are filtered through the longest traverse of atmosphere possible, the sunset angle falling backwards into twilight.. The tourists are drawn to the starboard railings... Couples are romancing, even the older ones are folding hands together. Great Father finds his way down into the bosom of our mother, the last crisp sparkle of the raging fires winking out as the huge red dome sinks into nothingness... The sky tenaciously holds on to the light. The filtered red, atmospheric layered horizon glows with that majikal light only full spectrum solar coherency can impart. I go upstairs to the upper deck to see this without having to look through the gigantic quartz slab windows, and the railing is still crowded even though the wind is cool... Pulling my baseball cap down tight, I depend on my long thick braid passing through the adjustment loop to prevent it from flying off into the ocean. I look at the ripples marring the otherwise perfectly calm sea, and let my gaze rise up the the burning edge of the sky. The power of love between two Gods suddenly reminds me of the miracle we call life, and I blurt out loud to no one in particular, "Now I remember why I came to this planet!" There must've been twenty total strangers rising as of one voice to answer my words with a wonderful variety of agreements. -- thyself enfolden Where I live.. I can see this happen at rise, and at set... in the same day.. and I can agree with you. -- triple folded.. for your protection You see sunrise over the water? Thought you needed to be a little further south for that... There are not a lot of places in North Am where you can see both sunrise and sunset over ocean. The Keys are one of them. So are certain places on Van Isle. -- thyself enfolden Yup.. if i drive to the bay.. i see the sunrise over water... then.. i drive to the Gulf side of the pinisela.. and look out over the Gulf.. and can see it set.  |
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sunset on the ferry
BuZZard wrote:
"Mosh Lowley" wrote in message ... BuZZard wrote: "Mosh Lowley" wrote in message ... letzt nacht... We're leaving the mainland, and the big "Spirit" class ferry does it's pirouette to point west, thrusters churning the sea... I like looking at the foam. Idiot who threatened me is at the trucker's table, along with many other regulars... The big chick and the tattooed guy are hogging the only cribbage board, because they have a thing going on with the game... Traffic was heavy, Peterbilt dude had caught the 4:PM 'over' and was back in time for the eight, but it was full (We had waved earlier on the rickety old steel girder Patullo bridge, that rises up into the sky and makes the tugboats in the Fraser look like toys far below) and I saw him at the Chinese food booth while awaiting the nine (last ferry, /I/ have a reservation). Now the big boat is finished it's turn and is pointed west. The great diesels down below rev up and rumble throughout the entire craft, rattling a few dishes for a moment as we all sit in the cafeteria. Tourists are everywhere, like dazed monkeys milling about with saucers for eyes... Suddenly, from across starboard; the whole ship is painted a deep red from a great wave of perfect sunlight reflecting off the sea. Old Sol is coming down to his rest for the night. The great father touches the calm sea of mother Gaia and the whole world turns red. His great cherub face glows so softly you can look at it without pain or danger, as the beams of light are filtered through the longest traverse of atmosphere possible, the sunset angle falling backwards into twilight.. The tourists are drawn to the starboard railings... Couples are romancing, even the older ones are folding hands together. Great Father finds his way down into the bosom of our mother, the last crisp sparkle of the raging fires winking out as the huge red dome sinks into nothingness... The sky tenaciously holds on to the light. The filtered red, atmospheric layered horizon glows with that majikal light only full spectrum solar coherency can impart. I go upstairs to the upper deck to see this without having to look through the gigantic quartz slab windows, and the railing is still crowded even though the wind is cool... Pulling my baseball cap down tight, I depend on my long thick braid passing through the adjustment loop to prevent it from flying off into the ocean. I look at the ripples marring the otherwise perfectly calm sea, and let my gaze rise up the the burning edge of the sky. The power of love between two Gods suddenly reminds me of the miracle we call life, and I blurt out loud to no one in particular, "Now I remember why I came to this planet!" There must've been twenty total strangers rising as of one voice to answer my words with a wonderful variety of agreements. -- thyself enfolden Where I live.. I can see this happen at rise, and at set... in the same day.. and I can agree with you. -- triple folded.. for your protection You see sunrise over the water? Thought you needed to be a little further south for that... There are not a lot of places in North Am where you can see both sunrise and sunset over ocean. The Keys are one of them. So are certain places on Van Isle. -- thyself enfolden Yup.. if i drive to the bay.. i see the sunrise over water... then.. i drive to the Gulf side of the pinisela.. and look out over the Gulf.. and can see it set. PHREAKIN WAAAAY TOOO K000L! these places have special majick! Can you camp there? If you are especially lucky there'll be a park there.... -- thyself enfolden |
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sunset on the ferry
"Mosh Lowley" wrote in message
... : : letzt nacht... : : We're leaving the mainland, and the big "Spirit" class ferry does : it's pirouette to point west, thrusters churning the sea... : : I like looking at the foam. Idiot who threatened me is at the : trucker's table, along with many other regulars... : : The big chick and the tattooed guy are hogging the only cribbage : board, because they have a thing going on with the game... : : Traffic was heavy, Peterbilt dude had caught the 4:PM 'over' and was : back in time for the eight, but it was full (We had waved earlier on : the rickety old steel girder Patullo bridge, that rises up into the : sky and makes the tugboats in the Fraser look like toys far below) : and I saw him at the Chinese food booth while awaiting the nine : (last ferry, /I/ have a reservation). : : Now the big boat is finished it's turn and is pointed west. The : great diesels down below rev up and rumble throughout the entire : craft, rattling a few dishes for a moment as we all sit in the : cafeteria. Tourists are everywhere, like dazed monkeys milling about : with saucers for eyes... : : Suddenly, from across starboard; the whole ship is painted a deep : red from a great wave of perfect sunlight reflecting off the sea. : : Old Sol is coming down to his rest for the night. The great father : touches the calm sea of mother Gaia and the whole world turns red. : His great cherub face glows so softly you can look at it without : pain or danger, as the beams of light are filtered through the : longest traverse of atmosphere possible, the sunset angle falling : backwards into twilight.. : : The tourists are drawn to the starboard railings... : Couples are romancing, even the older ones are folding hands together. : : Great Father finds his way down into the bosom of our mother, the : last crisp sparkle of the raging fires winking out as the huge red : dome sinks into nothingness... : : The sky tenaciously holds on to the light. The filtered red, : atmospheric layered horizon glows with that majikal light only full : spectrum solar coherency can impart. : : I go upstairs to the upper deck to see this without having to look : through the gigantic quartz slab windows, and the railing is still : crowded even though the wind is cool... : : Pulling my baseball cap down tight, I depend on my long thick braid : passing through the adjustment loop to prevent it from flying off : into the ocean. I look at the ripples marring the otherwise : perfectly calm sea, and let my gaze rise up the the burning edge of : the sky. : : The power of love between two Gods suddenly reminds me of the : miracle we call life, and I blurt out loud to no one in particular, : : "Now I remember why I came to this planet!" : : There must've been twenty total strangers rising as of one voice to : answer my words with a wonderful variety of agreements. : Lovely tale, Mr. Slowley. Thanks fer sharin' -- Sweetness... Life, it's like fighting a gorilla, you don't quit when you're tired, you quit when the gorilla is tired. ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~` Please request that yer newsadmin carry news:alt.binaries.pictures.sweetness ~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~` |
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sunset on the ferry
"Mosh Lowley" wrote in message ... BuZZard wrote: "Mosh Lowley" wrote in message ... BuZZard wrote: "Mosh Lowley" wrote in message ... letzt nacht... We're leaving the mainland, and the big "Spirit" class ferry does it's pirouette to point west, thrusters churning the sea... I like looking at the foam. Idiot who threatened me is at the trucker's table, along with many other regulars... The big chick and the tattooed guy are hogging the only cribbage board, because they have a thing going on with the game... Traffic was heavy, Peterbilt dude had caught the 4:PM 'over' and was back in time for the eight, but it was full (We had waved earlier on the rickety old steel girder Patullo bridge, that rises up into the sky and makes the tugboats in the Fraser look like toys far below) and I saw him at the Chinese food booth while awaiting the nine (last ferry, /I/ have a reservation). Now the big boat is finished it's turn and is pointed west. The great diesels down below rev up and rumble throughout the entire craft, rattling a few dishes for a moment as we all sit in the cafeteria. Tourists are everywhere, like dazed monkeys milling about with saucers for eyes... Suddenly, from across starboard; the whole ship is painted a deep red from a great wave of perfect sunlight reflecting off the sea. Old Sol is coming down to his rest for the night. The great father touches the calm sea of mother Gaia and the whole world turns red. His great cherub face glows so softly you can look at it without pain or danger, as the beams of light are filtered through the longest traverse of atmosphere possible, the sunset angle falling backwards into twilight.. The tourists are drawn to the starboard railings... Couples are romancing, even the older ones are folding hands together. Great Father finds his way down into the bosom of our mother, the last crisp sparkle of the raging fires winking out as the huge red dome sinks into nothingness... The sky tenaciously holds on to the light. The filtered red, atmospheric layered horizon glows with that majikal light only full spectrum solar coherency can impart. I go upstairs to the upper deck to see this without having to look through the gigantic quartz slab windows, and the railing is still crowded even though the wind is cool... Pulling my baseball cap down tight, I depend on my long thick braid passing through the adjustment loop to prevent it from flying off into the ocean. I look at the ripples marring the otherwise perfectly calm sea, and let my gaze rise up the the burning edge of the sky. The power of love between two Gods suddenly reminds me of the miracle we call life, and I blurt out loud to no one in particular, "Now I remember why I came to this planet!" There must've been twenty total strangers rising as of one voice to answer my words with a wonderful variety of agreements. -- thyself enfolden Where I live.. I can see this happen at rise, and at set... in the same day.. and I can agree with you. -- triple folded.. for your protection You see sunrise over the water? Thought you needed to be a little further south for that... There are not a lot of places in North Am where you can see both sunrise and sunset over ocean. The Keys are one of them. So are certain places on Van Isle. -- thyself enfolden Yup.. if i drive to the bay.. i see the sunrise over water... then.. i drive to the Gulf side of the pinisela.. and look out over the Gulf.. and can see it set. PHREAKIN WAAAAY TOOO K000L! these places have special majick! Can you camp there? If you are especially lucky there'll be a park there.... we have a beach that you can drive on.. just park the car.. and sit there drinking beer all night with a campfire if you wanted to. Then, come morning.. the sun will creep up over the mother earth.. until the reflection of the sun meeting the water will make it look as if you are looking at the Holy Grail. |
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sunset on the ferry
BuZZard wrote:
"Mosh Lowley" wrote in message ... BuZZard wrote: "Mosh Lowley" wrote in message ... BuZZard wrote: "Mosh Lowley" wrote in message ... letzt nacht... We're leaving the mainland, and the big "Spirit" class ferry does it's pirouette to point west, thrusters churning the sea... I like looking at the foam. Idiot who threatened me is at the trucker's table, along with many other regulars... The big chick and the tattooed guy are hogging the only cribbage board, because they have a thing going on with the game... Traffic was heavy, Peterbilt dude had caught the 4:PM 'over' and was back in time for the eight, but it was full (We had waved earlier on the rickety old steel girder Patullo bridge, that rises up into the sky and makes the tugboats in the Fraser look like toys far below) and I saw him at the Chinese food booth while awaiting the nine (last ferry, /I/ have a reservation). Now the big boat is finished it's turn and is pointed west. The great diesels down below rev up and rumble throughout the entire craft, rattling a few dishes for a moment as we all sit in the cafeteria. Tourists are everywhere, like dazed monkeys milling about with saucers for eyes... Suddenly, from across starboard; the whole ship is painted a deep red from a great wave of perfect sunlight reflecting off the sea. Old Sol is coming down to his rest for the night. The great father touches the calm sea of mother Gaia and the whole world turns red. His great cherub face glows so softly you can look at it without pain or danger, as the beams of light are filtered through the longest traverse of atmosphere possible, the sunset angle falling backwards into twilight.. The tourists are drawn to the starboard railings... Couples are romancing, even the older ones are folding hands together. Great Father finds his way down into the bosom of our mother, the last crisp sparkle of the raging fires winking out as the huge red dome sinks into nothingness... The sky tenaciously holds on to the light. The filtered red, atmospheric layered horizon glows with that majikal light only full spectrum solar coherency can impart. I go upstairs to the upper deck to see this without having to look through the gigantic quartz slab windows, and the railing is still crowded even though the wind is cool... Pulling my baseball cap down tight, I depend on my long thick braid passing through the adjustment loop to prevent it from flying off into the ocean. I look at the ripples marring the otherwise perfectly calm sea, and let my gaze rise up the the burning edge of the sky. The power of love between two Gods suddenly reminds me of the miracle we call life, and I blurt out loud to no one in particular, "Now I remember why I came to this planet!" There must've been twenty total strangers rising as of one voice to answer my words with a wonderful variety of agreements. -- thyself enfolden Where I live.. I can see this happen at rise, and at set... in the same day.. and I can agree with you. -- triple folded.. for your protection You see sunrise over the water? Thought you needed to be a little further south for that... There are not a lot of places in North Am where you can see both sunrise and sunset over ocean. The Keys are one of them. So are certain places on Van Isle. -- thyself enfolden Yup.. if i drive to the bay.. i see the sunrise over water... then.. i drive to the Gulf side of the pinisela.. and look out over the Gulf.. and can see it set. PHREAKIN WAAAAY TOOO K000L! these places have special majick! Can you camp there? If you are especially lucky there'll be a park there.... we have a beach that you can drive on.. just park the car.. and sit there drinking beer all night with a campfire if you wanted to. Then, come morning.. the sun will creep up over the mother earth.. until the reflection of the sun meeting the water will make it look as if you are looking at the Holy Grail. Dude. It is possible to "Speak to the Gods" in such places. The veil of reality becomes thin in these and certain other places. Those eatherical entities which shape our world tend to haunt places like these because they need to communicate with us as much as possible to help, and to guide the world. And humans are so lost these days from these concepts, that the Gods despair of achieving parlay with /anyone/!! When's the last time you tripped? Have you /ever/ tripped spiritually? Like, without getting drunk or partying or otherwise deliberately keeping your wonder and higher thoughts ground into the dirt? Have you ever spent an entire acid trip focused on the sky or spiritual things? It won't take a lot of effort, believe me; they are desperate to talk to us these days. Try it in that place. On a summer's night, when it isn't too too many hours before sunrise, watch the sunset, imbibe your psychedelic, await the sunrise, watching the sky and/or doing whatever spiritual things mean anything to you. I swear to you, when the dawn comes (has to be a clear sky), the Gods will speak with you. If you have another person there, you can make a wish. Anything. The Great Dragon : Sky Raven : Sun God : Quetzalcoatl : maybe even Jesus if you swing that way, will grant your wish, whatever it may be IF YOU ARE PURE IN HEART. Do us all a favor, and wish for world peace. This formulae will work on mountain tops as well. -- thyself enfolden |
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