<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:08:53.140-07:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Paxglade Valley</title><subtitle type='html'>The life and musings of Twig "The Druid of Peace".

Welcome to the forests of Paxglade Valley! Take a seat beside me as I relate to you the experiences, tests and wonders that the Gods give me as I walk the Path of Druidry as I see it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-8728464832524940953</id><published>2010-02-01T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:32:28.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Huntress</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Brought up on the warriors creed&lt;br /&gt;Trained to fill the village need&lt;br /&gt;No better hand at sword or bow&lt;br /&gt;Into the forest she would flow&lt;br /&gt;A wisp of air or whisper of leaves&lt;br /&gt;The stalking trek the huntress weaves&lt;br /&gt;Black armor of leather and breaches skin tight&lt;br /&gt;Her silhouette but a shadow in Darkenwood's light&lt;br /&gt;While hunting one day a trail she would cross&lt;br /&gt;A bend of a twig, a smearing of moss&lt;br /&gt;Sparking her interest she quit hunting that day&lt;br /&gt;To follow this sign to where ever it may&lt;br /&gt;Who ever it was she knew it as man&lt;br /&gt;The way it wandereds no purpose or plan&lt;br /&gt;Strange it seems they stumble and fall&lt;br /&gt;Like a drunkard’s swagger bumping the wall&lt;br /&gt;She found the intruder laid out by the stream&lt;br /&gt;Movements all jerky as if fighting a dream&lt;br /&gt;Broad shoulders brown hair streaked by the sun&lt;br /&gt;Stepping closer she wonders&lt;br /&gt;"could this be the one?"&lt;br /&gt;Foretold by the seer past carnival day&lt;br /&gt;That love would find her in just such a way&lt;br /&gt;Of love and of men none she had known&lt;br /&gt;The lot of the huntress was sleeping alone&lt;br /&gt;She knew in the instant their eyes met&lt;br /&gt;Struck by the knowledge her future was set&lt;br /&gt;The longing of yesterdays finally at rest&lt;br /&gt;Holding true love the end of her quest&lt;br /&gt;He looked on the face of a heavenly sight&lt;br /&gt;"Love I've found you"&lt;br /&gt;Then slipped into night&lt;br /&gt;She placed her hand on his quivering chest&lt;br /&gt;Cradled his head on to her leather cupped breast&lt;br /&gt;She had found her true love and said her goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Shaken by sorrow and whispering why&lt;br /&gt;She sat there rocking, tears streaking her cheek&lt;br /&gt;For what she had lost by Darkenwood’s creek&lt;br /&gt;With pain is so great why don't I bleed&lt;br /&gt;Weeps the daughter of the woodsman's seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years later she'd relive the day&lt;br /&gt;Sitting by the fire her hair streaked in gray&lt;br /&gt;Her love's features sharp her vision clear still&lt;br /&gt;Not clouded with mistrust or conflicts of will&lt;br /&gt;She sat there smiling at a young woman's plea&lt;br /&gt;And how it was answered by the heart of a tree&lt;br /&gt;Pulp tea the seer pressed her that day&lt;br /&gt;Held the gate open and fever at bay&lt;br /&gt;Two became one as foretold by the fates&lt;br /&gt;The manner of love and meaning of mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-8728464832524940953?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mysticwicks.com/showthread.php?p=3443911#post3443911' title='The Huntress'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/8728464832524940953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=8728464832524940953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/8728464832524940953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/8728464832524940953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2010/02/huntress.html' title='The Huntress'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-1651961434936786406</id><published>2008-07-19T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T09:26:56.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this the one???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It Better Be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Those who know me know the BS I've gone through in my work life in the last year. The latest folly the Gods threw me was a boss that was a female version of the SOB I worked under for 10 years. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Karma will prevail for the accusations she put out about me and my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I started a new job last week. A condo maintenance tech at one of the oldest and most prestigious firms in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PDX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . Spent the first week doing pool route work and being assessed  by the head tech, as they are still preparing the place I'll go ultimately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;So Tuesday evening we walk in the shop and find out that 1 of the spas has been closed by the county! All the chemicals are out of whack they said. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!? The water was analyzed and we introduced exactly what they said to. So I was told that Thursday I would go there and spend the whole day taking measurements each hour and observing bather load and make my recommendations. Sure, its what I do after all, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Well I get there and  and first thing I notice is someone has told them it's a 900  gal. spa.  To make  a long story short  I think  "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Naaaaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  it's gotta be half that!".  So after a call to  one of my network people we agree that  I am looking at a 400-450  gal spa at best! Using that as a base I dosed it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;muriatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; acid to get a base to work with and after doing all the calculations  introduce what I believe to be the right amount of chemicals. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TADAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I dialed that puppy in perfectly the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Then at 1:00 the owner of the condo assn. comes in and I spend the next hour explaining to her the specifics of my recommendations and giving her a crash course on pool and spa upkeep. ( I hope I didn't confuse the poor lady TOO much! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).  By the time I made it back to the shop she had already  emailed the boss and couldn't thank them enough for sending me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Then I'm told yesterday that I'm to take over the route for the head tech Mon. &amp;amp; Tues. on some of their oldest and most respected accounts being he is taking a much needed couple of days off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, sounds like I made a pretty good impression I guess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;My point? The bitch I first spoke of said I completely overstated how good I was on these things in my resume. And yet, after only 1 week I've impressed these people enough that I'll  be working on properties that go for up to $750,000 with an on-site placement at a Willamette riverfront  condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Avin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It seems I'm good enough for 3/4 million dollar condos but not good enough for your 30 year outhouses with a slime pit of a pool. Perhaps you should reevaluate and stop making snap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; based on first impressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's discuss the conversation that led to me being fired from my last job shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;-You accused me of possibly having ADD. And yet, I'm to take over a route that encompasses 3 counties and properties that make where you manage look like the St. Johns landfill after only 4 days. Odd that a Maintenance/Pool tech with over 20 years under his belt can see my worth and you couldn't. Well I guess not being this is the first property you've ever managed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;-You accused me of being a possible drug user and yet I passed their U.A. with flying colors.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guess that accusations kinda blown out of the water eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Then you say a scent that I use and consider to be a mark of my religion is a cover up for this alleged drug use? Congratulations! Now you've even insulted my religious beliefs!! I'm sure a lawyer would loooove to get his hands on that one! I think it's called defamation of character if not religious discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;-Then you accused my family of being possible thieves!!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, would that be my retired, handicapped sister or my brother, who is a retired police detective and a consultant to the FBI on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-crime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been in your isolated little so called glass castle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;for over 6 years now. When the ax falls... and it will, you will find out what the real world is actually like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it AIN'T pretty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"Karma baby, karma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-1651961434936786406?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/1651961434936786406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=1651961434936786406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/1651961434936786406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/1651961434936786406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-this-one.html' title='Is this the one???'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-325747286832812413</id><published>2008-02-22T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:17:24.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-325747286832812413?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/325747286832812413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=325747286832812413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/325747286832812413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/325747286832812413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-7216925819362840072</id><published>2008-02-18T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T08:45:26.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Soul Urge Number</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In the last newsletter, we introduced you to the concept of&lt;br /&gt;the Soul Urge number, which is constructed from the vowels&lt;br /&gt;of your name. As a bit of a refresher here is the chart&lt;br /&gt;that tells you how to calculate this number which reveals&lt;br /&gt;the passions that feed your spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 1&lt;br /&gt;E 5&lt;br /&gt;I 9&lt;br /&gt;O 6&lt;br /&gt;U 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only count the value of the vowels in your name and add them&lt;br /&gt;together and reduce to a single digit as usual to calculate&lt;br /&gt;your soul number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok So there are 2 Os and 2 Es in my name which add up to 22 and here is the result&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soul Urge #22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the highest soul calling of all of the numbers, as&lt;br /&gt;it is the call to transform the world permanently and for&lt;br /&gt;the better. Usually you are born with all of the tools that&lt;br /&gt;you need to accomplish this including a stable personality,&lt;br /&gt;intelligence, courage and charisma. Perhaps the most healing&lt;br /&gt;thing for your soul is simply to read out loud the words of&lt;br /&gt;ancient texts as these writings resonate very strongly with&lt;br /&gt;the noblest aspirations of your higher self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When you fit this in with the other things I keep getting it just makes me shake my head even more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dear Gods. What would you have me do???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-7216925819362840072?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/7216925819362840072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=7216925819362840072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/7216925819362840072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/7216925819362840072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-soul-urge-number.html' title='My Soul Urge Number'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-5883006209024160788</id><published>2008-02-13T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:06:54.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP- Kyle Kepic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R7PDWd70WuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/j_NrGvWLXXU/s1600-h/Kyle5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R7PDWd70WuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/j_NrGvWLXXU/s320/Kyle5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166687988284152546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R7PC9970WtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/B-yeG42dRZ4/s1600-h/kyle4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R7PC9970WtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/B-yeG42dRZ4/s320/kyle4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166687567377357522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R7PBf970WrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/i8ai1P3Ism4/s1600-h/Kyle+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R7PBf970WrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/i8ai1P3Ism4/s320/Kyle+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166685952469654194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa&lt;/span&gt;ying Goodbye is hard when they are so young....25....my sons best friend. So clean for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long Kyle  my young Brother. Ya crazy kid. Damnit I'll never forget those river trips. Hehe, how can I with that pimped out chair??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twiggypop &amp;amp; MommaT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R7PBHN70WqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3lqfJGr6kh8/s1600-h/Kyle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R7PBHN70WqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3lqfJGr6kh8/s320/Kyle3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166685527267891874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R7PBgN70WsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hakccHwT0O4/s1600-h/kyle+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R7PBgN70WsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hakccHwT0O4/s320/kyle+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166685956764621506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-5883006209024160788?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=331523431' title='RIP- Kyle Kepic'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/5883006209024160788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=5883006209024160788&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/5883006209024160788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/5883006209024160788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2008/02/rip-kyle-kepic.html' title='RIP- Kyle Kepic'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R7PDWd70WuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/j_NrGvWLXXU/s72-c/Kyle5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-25016527750669473</id><published>2008-01-22T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:07:09.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Numerological Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert, your Life Path of 9 ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;You are a deeply spiritual individual who often displays a deep interest in religion  or the occult at a very early age. In fact many nines grow up to be psychics, healers,  priests and nuns. You probably feel responsible for keeping up the morality or spirit of  mankind in some way, or even responsible for their very souls. This is why many nines also  end up working for the law as policemen or judges or in some aspect of spiritual or  psychological counseling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The emphasis of your life path is on finding ways to communicate the divinity of man in  a practical context. As many nines are also very artistic, this connection with the  higher powers might also be expressed through a talent such as writing, music or painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At some point in your life you have probably sworn to yourself to make this world a  better place. You are extremely compassionate and feel above the matters that you feel  causes factions of society to be divided. You are very aware of feeling as insignificant  as a grain of sand in the Universe and believe that materialism, prejudice and lust  just don't matter in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You have a charismatic and very open personality that attracts you a lot of friends.  You are very social, sometimes at the expense of your other responsibilities. Sometimes  a number nine might take too much time out during the day "to smell the flowers" and incur  the resentment of those that are left to pick up the slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your attitude towards life in general is very selfless and you usually have a good  connection with God or a higher power. However often the number 9 faces a unique challenge  at some point in his or her life that seems to be a test of faith. Usually this incident  takes the form of a devastating personal loss, disease or some sort of tragedy. This triggers  a period of time that lasts a few years that is often called the "dark night of the soul."  It is usually during this period of your life that you find the extreme courage and  strength to become what is called a wounded healer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your life may seem too tough to handle at times which makes you vulnerable to finding  substitutes for the family unit. As you are naturally very lonely and insecure, you are  particularly vulnerable to joining a cult or becoming fanatical in the religious sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If you are a number nine you may find your life seems more difficult than others. This is  because it is common human nature to take advantage of your compassion, empathy and  generosity. It may seem unfair to you that others do not appreciate the spiritual gifts  that you have to offer, especially when you demand so little materially from the world.  This is part of the problematic path of the number 9 who is often fated to learn that  the path of true compassionate does not necessarily result in spiritual rewards for the  healer either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Although you may feel quite clear about your divine purpose and goals in life, others  may perceive you as weird or spacey. This is why it is often difficult for a number 9  to keep a job for long. Relationships might also be very difficult for a 9 to sustain,  as this particular path is a rather lonely one. Part of the 9's spiritual development is  usually being presented with situations that force them to let go of emotional situations  and connections that might interfere with the higher purpose that the cosmos has in  store for them.&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;Your &lt;strong&gt;Expression&lt;/strong&gt; - which describes your potential natural talents and abilities - works out to be a &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;.   &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;table align="center" bgcolor="#ffecff" border="1" cellpadding="12" width="98%"&gt;         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Is Your Expression Calculated? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;What we are going to do now is turn all the letters in your name at birth into numbers,&lt;br /&gt;        using the following chart : &lt;/p&gt;               &lt;table align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="1" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                 &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                   &lt;td&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" width="225"&gt;                       &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;                         &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff" width="25"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;/tr&gt;                       &lt;tr bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;/tr&gt;                       &lt;tr bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;/tr&gt;                       &lt;tr&gt;                         &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;/tr&gt;                   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;               &lt;p&gt;In practice I put the vowels above the name and the consonants underneath. This is because your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soul Urge &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is derived from the vowels alone, so it makes it easier at the next step to do it this way.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;Again there is one exception to the rule and this is with the letter ‘Y’. If it acts as a consonant and is pronounced it is classed as being a consonant. If it is not pronounced or acts as a vowel it is classed as being a vowel. The ‘Y’ in Yolande, for instance, would be classed as being a consonant, but the ‘Y’ in Larry would be classed as being a vowel as it acts as a vowel. &lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt; Let’s work out &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; Expression number, Robert : &lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;Using the above chart we would put a 9 below the 'R' of your first name.  We would follow this with a 6 placed above the 'o', then a 2 below the 'b',  a 5 above the 'e', and so on ...&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;We then carry on in the same manner with the rest of your name. When you are finished, you should end up with a chart like this:&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;table align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="1" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                 &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                   &lt;td&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="380"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff" width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff" width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff" width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff" width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff" width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff" width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;r&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;t&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;l&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;t&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;n&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;n&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffe0ff"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;               &lt;p&gt; &lt;span&gt;Now we simply add up the numbers in each row. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The top row&lt;/strong&gt;: Adding 6 + 5 + 1 + 6 + 6 + 5 gives us 29. Adding 2 + 9 gives us 11 (note that we don't add the digits of 11 together, since 11 is a 'Master Number'). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bottom row&lt;/strong&gt;: Adding 9 + 2 + 9 + 2 + 4 + 3 + 2 + 5 + 1 + 5 + 1 gives us 43. Adding 4 + 3 gives us 7. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt; We now add the total of the top and bottom rows, which gives us 11+7=18. Adding 1 + 8 gives us 9. &lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt; And so, Robert, your &lt;em&gt;Expression &lt;/em&gt;is &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What a '9' Expression Means About You &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Now that we've done the calculations, what does this actually mean?&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;table align="center" bgcolor="#ffecff" border="1" cellpadding="12" cellspacing="0" width="98%"&gt;         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert, your &lt;em&gt;Expression&lt;/em&gt; of 9 ...&lt;br /&gt;        Your Potential Natural Talents and Abilities &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;The ultimate height of your personal expression in life is the chance to offer to  others. You are spiritual in a very practical way and others are often drawn to your  empathy and compassion. You work well with people of all ages but you particularly  delight in inspiring creativity in children and young adults. For this reason you  make a fantastic teacher, counselor or psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Others trust you implicitly because you are so kind, considerate and consistent.  You are often the one that is still there when everyone else has abandoned someone  for being a "lost cause."  You are an extremely loyal and dependable friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are a very intuitive individual who is deeply connected to others in a spiritual way.  Many nines are prophets, healers and psychics. If you are not psychic then at the very  least you are deeply drawn to studying matters of the occult or religion in some way.  As you are so driven by your intuition, you are not often found in a day job but  rather in an occupation that allows you to go where your heart leads you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As others don't understand your idealism you might suffer a great deal of skepticism  or criticism in your life. While very young you may have learned to cloak your  personality in eccentricity so that others don't take you seriously. You may have  also gained a great deal of weight or developed a disability that gives you the  excuse not to have march in step with the mass population. Often these illnesses  and personal problems exist in order to eventually to jumpstart a leap on the spiritual  path to enlightenment. Your trials and troubles often eventually qualify you as a  "wounded healer" by the end of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are very concerned with the issue of how to express unconditional love. This is a  very troubling concept for you as it is difficult for you to accept that one could love  another so much and get no cosmic reward in return. It is often part of a number nine's  life expression path to be stuck with a difficult soul mate or experience a lot of  rejection. This is the universe's way of forcing you to connect with others on a spiritual  way rather in a way that is lustful or possessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Love is the most important thing in the world to you but you often have problems finding  a soul mate. Many nines do not make good parents because they are too driven by  impulse to be a consistent presence in a child's life. Your partner or lover may also  find you frustrating because you live so much in the present and rarely think of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You are very warm and friendly and almost all that meet you are immediately impressed  by your gentle and kind personality. As the last thing anyone could ever call you is  shallow, you sometimes don't pay that much attention to your personal appearance. Also  putting other's priorities ahead of your own often leads to a great deal of self-sacrifice.  One of your challenges is to make sure that you take time out to take care of yourself  and your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Creativity and art mean a great deal to you and many of you are great poets, musicians  and artists. Art is an ideal way for you to express your love of harmony and the divine  order of the universe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;       &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now, Let's Examine Your &lt;em&gt;Soul Urge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (also known as your &lt;em&gt;"Heart's Desire"&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt; We have already done all the mathematics necessary to work out this number. It is simply the total of the top row (the vowels) of your full birth name.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;In your case Robert, this totals &lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert, your &lt;em&gt;Soul Urge &lt;/em&gt; of 11 ...&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;        What You Desire To &lt;em&gt;Be&lt;/em&gt;, To &lt;em&gt;Have&lt;/em&gt;, and To &lt;em&gt;Do&lt;/em&gt; In Your Life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;Your soul's purpose is to manifest ideals into reality but usually such an endeavor means  that you must be a catalyst for change. For this reason many who encounter you actually fear  you as what you suggest and say is a threat to their emotional and physical security. However  this does not usually bother you as you have an innate realization that without chaos there  can be no personal transformations or betterment of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your highest calling is to become the master of a religion or of a spiritual realm. This can  be a painful process emotionally as it often means the stripping away of the personality and  ego. Many elevens travel a very difficult path, fraught with personal, physical and financial  obstacles as the cosmos tests their mettle to have faith only in their higher self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are the ultimate seeker of truth and will go to any lengths to find a spiritual teacher or  guru. This search often leads you on a path that is full of many pitfalls and disappointments  as you realize that one spiritual system doesn't work for you or that a guru or teacher is  only human after all. However by the end of your life, you are fated to acquire a great deal  of practical and esoteric wisdom. Many of you become as hard and clear as diamonds when it  comes to your clarity about the human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You also have the highest ideals of any other number and therefore set yourself up for  disappointment. Many of you are born to be very sensitive emotionally and many of your soul  lessons have to do with detaching emotionally from the pain and misery of the human race.  Common soul lessons learned by number 11s are not to take things personally, to realize that  everything, including happiness, is transitional and to realize that nothing is perfect  (especially humans.)  At the beginning of their lives elevens are often very attached to  people, but by the end they usually achieve an omniscient emotional distance that is more  beneficial and healing for a large group of humans than just a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Often your search for spiritual truth leads you to experimentation with mind-altering drugs.  You are fascinated with the idea of altering your consciousness to achieve enlightenment.  Rather than drugs, teachings from a master or trips to holy or mystical places would better  cultivate your talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One of the dangers of being an eleven is that you think your psyche can take in anything  and not suffer damage. Some of the spiritual experiences that you desire may be too strong  for your delicate nervous system. For this reason you need to avoid mind-altering drugs,  situations that are too extreme or religions that invite you to host dead spirits. You are  also more vulnerable to astral attack than the other numbers simply because you are like  a wide-open channel that is willing to receive psychic information from others. As some  psychic information is destructive you need to learn meditation and psychic protection  techniques to shield yourself from negative influences and energies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As you are so curious it is very easy for you to be lead down the wrong spiritual path.  If this does happen you are better off to forgive yourself and move on rather than dwell  on a mistake that you think may have ruined your life. 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style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;More to Come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-591281929866150748?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/591281929866150748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=591281929866150748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/591281929866150748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-116149510614461481</id><published>2006-10-21T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T23:12:38.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith...and Humility</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things akin a whirlwind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this crazy path I weave. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A player in some drunken galactic game methinks?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I become the bait pulled through rushes. In front of angry fish I dash!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just out of reach, of destructions gnawing teeth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snatched up! To drop yet again in a dervish spiral. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet each decending flutter takes me deeper. Into me...into my dark core&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And looking up past the ripples of the waters glistening surface, I see my Goddesses smiling essense telling me it's over. Reflect on the lesson.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Behind Her A greater One Grins as I shake my head in a childs Wonder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shaking off the test I see the meaning. Too many times I have taken for granted the abundant riches given me. Failed to plan for the unthinkable future I/we have reached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But noone really expected to be here folks. I was honest when I say that 2000 was a "barrier year" for the world. Now 6 years later we hear the Earth cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And lately my ears have been elsewhere to my shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you to &lt;strong&gt;Everyone&lt;/strong&gt; who thought and prayed for Therese and I. Thanks to YOU we are doing better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I Love you All.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And now I see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-116149510614461481?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/116149510614461481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=116149510614461481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/116149510614461481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/116149510614461481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2006/10/faithand-humility.html' title='Faith...and Humility'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-114987415551432709</id><published>2006-06-09T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:29:15.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job = New Outlook</title><content type='html'>Especially when it's with the most prestigious firm in the city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereses' son works for a maintenance firm as a janitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me "Twig, you gotta check `em out". So i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out they take care of the most expensive condos in Portland. So I went in and applied and I'll be damned! They hired me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I so stoked? well, some of the perks are a company truck, expense and gas account, visa, phone, full benefits and 401-K, the list goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the paper work though is a Bitch! I'm essentially a sub-contractor working for the company. All time and expenses are are in triplicate and parking is compensated so that has to be logged along with a truck charge, separate purchase orders for parts, yada yada, a pain in the butt. However that's the price youu pay when you work with the big dogs, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, check out the properties. $2.5 Million dollars is not out of the ballpark for some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&amp;q=pearl%20district&amp;amp;btnG=Google+Search&amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wi"&gt;http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&amp;q=pearl%20district&amp;amp;btnG=Google+Search&amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! On to my drivers test to cinch this puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-114987415551432709?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/114987415551432709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=114987415551432709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/114987415551432709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/114987415551432709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-job-new-outlook.html' title='New Job = New Outlook'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-114926052040604849</id><published>2006-06-02T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T08:05:28.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk w/ Me</title><content type='html'>Walk with me hand in hand, barefoot through the meadow,&lt;br /&gt;as fairies dance on cherry blossoms&lt;br /&gt;floating in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rivers ripple plays the melody of Peace,&lt;br /&gt;as it runs soft and slow over the rocks, winding its way&lt;br /&gt;ever forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the suns kiss upon my face and breathe the warmth of lilacs&lt;br /&gt;on the breeze. Walk with me and ask the child in your heart&lt;br /&gt;to come out and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit at the waters edge, while we skip stones from bank to bank,&lt;br /&gt;minnows nip at our toes as the whistling lyrics of songbirds&lt;br /&gt;fill our ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sit here in Mothers lap,&lt;br /&gt;just cuddle up[ in her quiet warmth,&lt;br /&gt;and bask in the light of her Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Storm '06&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a mighty Lion sits sits and purrs.&lt;br /&gt;All is right in the world once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-114926052040604849?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/114926052040604849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=114926052040604849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/114926052040604849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/114926052040604849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2006/06/walk-w-me.html' title='Walk w/ Me'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-114771856203140502</id><published>2006-05-15T11:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T04:14:33.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned Hippies!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>A person said this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wanting something and actually working to make it reality are two different&lt;br /&gt;things. Hippies = waste of time, just like mostly every person in this&lt;br /&gt;world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wow, looking back I was harsh. My apologies. Buuuut&lt;br /&gt;we WERE the generation to cause the biggest changes in history....and only&lt;br /&gt;anyone who lived through the cold war can tell you how close we actully came to&lt;br /&gt;destroying mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Bobby Kennedy...about 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What DID these&lt;br /&gt;unwashed, miskept, communal refugees from a unattainable utopia give us then if&lt;br /&gt;we think about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I won't EVEN go into the music aspect! THAT speaks&lt;br /&gt;for itself!- The Free Medical clinics and the very fact you can have a legal&lt;br /&gt;abortion is their doing.&lt;br /&gt;- I'd hand them the applause for 25% of the entire&lt;br /&gt;civil rights movement. Not just blacks, that includes women and EVERY minority&lt;br /&gt;in this nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, what else was born out of the hippie&lt;br /&gt;movement??Oh hell how about the very fact that you can openly promote paganism&lt;br /&gt;and not have a lynch mob drag you out of your house and hang or shoot you? Orr&lt;br /&gt;ending the vietnam war and bringing down one of the crookedest presidents yet??&lt;br /&gt;And lets not forget the police and your Miranda Rights!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all&lt;br /&gt;off the top of my head BTW so if Im wrong at some point somebody correct me!?&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, if you are between the ages of about 25-34/5 YOU may very well be&lt;br /&gt;the product of two hippies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on both sides of that fence.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the soldier that held the M-16 and been called a baby killer. Then 1&lt;br /&gt;years later upon arriving home found my best friend died while in the same&lt;br /&gt;service to his nation. I became the name at the peace rallies. The one screaming&lt;br /&gt;for justice and equality against an uncaring government. And by the Gods we were&lt;br /&gt;HEARD!!!Heh, I have been called every name in the book, my very life has been&lt;br /&gt;threatened and more than a double handful of my breathern have died for no other&lt;br /&gt;reason than a label and long hair. Hippies didn't do anything?? Good Gods we&lt;br /&gt;changed the world and made it a safer place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to&lt;br /&gt;apologise to. The world is in a hell of a mess and it's us at the helm. (shaking&lt;br /&gt;my head) So kids, we took away atomic death but we left you with a "My God is&lt;br /&gt;Bigger than Your God World". I don't know which bomb is more potent. ( a big&lt;br /&gt;reason I went pagan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advise - We hippies are less than a generation&lt;br /&gt;on this world and our power is already beginning to wane. Take the gains in&lt;br /&gt;human rights/medicine and knowledge we made and run with them. Theres good stuff&lt;br /&gt;there! ....and if you start now you might be able to fix the problems caused&lt;br /&gt;once all those hippies grew up, got SUVs and became what they hated and&lt;br /&gt;protested the most. "The Establishment and The Man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damned "ME Decade"&lt;br /&gt;anyway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end friends you see that this is not really a rant.&lt;br /&gt;It is an apology and a message of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you&lt;br /&gt;all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-114771856203140502?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/114771856203140502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=114771856203140502&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/114771856203140502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/114771856203140502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2006/05/damned-hippies_114771856203140502.html' title='Damned Hippies!!!!!!'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-114720237529637954</id><published>2006-05-09T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:19:35.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1519/487/1600/ogf%20banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1519/487/320/ogf%20banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-114720237529637954?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/114720237529637954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=114720237529637954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/114720237529637954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/114720237529637954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-114720118043294683</id><published>2006-05-09T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:45:37.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1,000,000 Marijuana March</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK, what you are to see is possibly the most important single thing to happen in my strange and whirlwind life so far so please, bear with me because at 48 I should be thinking about where I want to spend my retirement, not reinventing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I'm fond of saying, "I AM the Gods chew toy"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've never hid the fact that I smoke marijuana. I recently received my Oregon Medical Marijuana Project (OMMP) card and got involved with Oregon GreenFree, a patient/caregiver community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.oregongreenfree.com/forum/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be blunt I was high one night and pissed off at Rep. Souder then the FDA (4:20 on 4/20. Did Bush think that lame coincidence up? Losers!) over their bullshit conclusions in regard to ganga so, I sat and wrote them a "letter of rebuttal" shall we say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent it to the DPFOR website, a MMJ legal type site I belong to and it...exploded! Suddenly I am be a Guest speaker and well, you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are involved with the PDX or are another "media" type person, (cough, henrybrooks, cough! heheh) There's a tearjerker of a story to be had and dammit it's time for me to step up. For my mothers, and others sake if nothing else. Consider this my first press package. Twigs going national.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in PDX, it's this Sat. and I am slated to speak between 11 and 12 noon at Pioneer Courthouse Square. BE THERE PLEASE! I'll take all the support I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else? Watch your news Sat. night! I love you All. Perhaps Marijuana Activist is my true calling!? I mean we are only talking about a 6 month span here since I went legal and this you will see has happened in ~2 WEEKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. Expecting 1000-5000 people there. Lets hope I don't get up there and puke from nerves or something! Hehehe. Wow, 200 cities worldwide this year! With 5000 at each city it will TRULY be a MILLION MARIJUANA MARCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I Love you All! Thank you for being in my life, however briefly. You are a part of what made me what I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Rev. R. Twig Jones - "The Druid of Peace"&lt;br /&gt;12312 NW Barnes Rd.&lt;br /&gt;Portland OR. 97229&lt;br /&gt;lightraven@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;(phone #s upon request)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- For WW. I was interviewed once before by you when no one else would, TY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From MWAD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets make this a running Blog until I put it in the real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1 - I found out that Jim wanted me to contact the Portland organiser of the Million Marijuana March ASAP! Reason? He wants me to make an effort to get in the Portland March. Ok sure its my main cause. So I shot an email to Mrs. M. along with the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2 - Got a phone call from the Portland coordinator. She said "BE THERE." Then comes the email. Wow, Whew...they want to close the Eugene speeches with it. Now it's essentially going to be the Battle Cry before the March! Oh shit, now the butterflies come with the realization that this is probably going to go statewide or....even...national when I read "get a press kit together"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a PRESS KIT together!!? What the hell am I gonna put in THAT!? Ok boys and girls if I go national so do YOU! Cause MW IS my home after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me. Got a phone call from Zantac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwd: ASA Organizers List - Handouts fro GMM plus NORML Stuff Too Inbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Greig to Allan, Cannabis, Ed, Cat, me, Terry ...&lt;br /&gt;More options 5:27 pm (3 hours ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the membership person to rush ship us new member &amp; transfer info here for GMM distribution (still haven't heard/read from Allan on new Willamette Valley NORML Chapter yet) and I'll print some of these &amp;amp; mailing list-info request forms up as well.&lt;br /&gt;Dan got John Walsh to 'volunteer' to 'guard the booth' on Free Speech Plaza (thanks Dank) during the presentation, it will have most of the stuff, but think we should have a small table at Fed. Bldg as well for NORML (wish I could push one button for that word) info, we'll 'wing' any others or direct them to FSP.&lt;br /&gt;Anything else needed for giveaway info that day?&lt;br /&gt;Now have music de jour (news to some readers) .America the Beautiful on Sax-Taps on bugle for moment of silence for victims of Drug War. Also picked Brother Bob's judge/law professor's friend's open letter to read near start, with Rev. Twig's "What if it Was Your Mother" post about the last time he saw his mother to close, OK everybody??&lt;br /&gt;Any other suggestions, now's your chance or forever hold your tongues.&lt;br /&gt;jg&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;PS: Didn't forget Leland, keeping his traffic down under 55 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: forwarded message attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First the question to me...go back 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Rev,&lt;br /&gt;Where 'bouts you live? I'm organizing the Global Marijuana March here in Eugene, and would like to invite to read that next Saturday here in town.We'll be starting at 2 PM and have Elvy Musikka, Lee Berger (THE #1 criminal defense lawyer for MMJ in OR.) Allan Erisckon, Dan Koozer, Terry Nail, Trista Okel, myself and a couple of others speaking that day, but your letter moved me too.&lt;br /&gt;My mom died thinking MJ was an evil drug, and died of cancer suffering. So did my dad, ten days later.&lt;br /&gt;If you can come yourself, please do. If not, do I have your permission to read it and give you credit?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks much, I think I'll go wipe my eyes now.&lt;br /&gt;Jim G.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now The Story that started all this&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What if it was YOUR Mother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not breaking news. In fact it happened almost 30 years ago. But I write this in hopes that *one, just one* person will see it and change their mind about medical marijuana. If that happens this letter will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 1978 my mother came to visit me and my family from Colorado. She had to live there due to the weather. You see, she had a lung removed due to cancer and she had to stay close to Fitzsimmons army hospital where she had the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stayed a week. And no longer was there the robust woman that had taught&lt;br /&gt;and loved me those 33 years, the compact stick of TNT that I so admired (and feared hehehe) because her new constant companion was a small bottle of oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day before she left we all sat in my sisters kitchen talking and&lt;br /&gt;suddenly she turned to me and said "Bobby I know you smoke marijuana and I have been reading a lot about it. This chemotherapy is killing me quicker than the cancer I think. The nausea gets me dehydrated and because of the side effects the doctors say I'm getting malnourished. Do you think marijuana would help?" ( she confessed to only smoking it once back in the&lt;br /&gt;`50s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after wiping the tears from my eyes (like now) I said "yeah mom, I think so. Hold on." And going to my room I rolled three joints of the Thai stick I had gotten and went back out and shared one joint with her and my sister. The other 2 went back with her to Denver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there afterward she got a smile on her face I had not seen in a very very long time and said "Thank you. I think this will help...a lot. I just wish the God-damned doctors would have as much compassion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Dear Friend is the last time I saw my mother and her last remembered words...thanking me...a so called pothead... for making her pain lessen and her nausea stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit here with tears in my eyes I ask the doctors, the lawyers, the detractors, and anti-marijuana zealots......What if it was YOUR mother dying of cancer? Would you deny them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Rev. R. Twig Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) r.d.jones 2006&lt;br /&gt;No portion of this blah blah, yak yak, you know. Ask me or frogs will grow in weird cavities in your body and I'll call out Guido will whip your butt!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-114720118043294683?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/114720118043294683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=114720118043294683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/114720118043294683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/114720118043294683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2006/05/1000000-marijuana-march.html' title='The 1,000,000 Marijuana March'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-114377263753980258</id><published>2006-03-30T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:12:58.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>I log on and familier places seem like dusty old halls. Most disturbing. When I look in it at sites I am intimate with it is with a third person perspective, feeling rather as if I am walking into something that has already happened or I am a tourist examining an ancient place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now I am...worried. No, confused. Don't like it a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall go to one of the sources and see why/what/where....why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-114377263753980258?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/114377263753980258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=114377263753980258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/114377263753980258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/114377263753980258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-114277691171410510</id><published>2006-03-19T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T14:37:43.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message to the Gods</title><content type='html'>WHY!!? What do you WANT from me!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on. You can't see what this does to me? Haven't I paid enough dues in my fucking life? Damnit I know she is there but my closest spiritual companion is a goddamned ghost for all purposes. You took my best friend away and now my one chance at acceptance and camraderie by those I call peers fucked up because of a letter they weren't even supposed to get!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I'm a strong person because this is about the point where lesser people say fuck it and eat a lethal dose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat lot of god damned good I do you NOW HUH!? Jesus christ what do you want of me? Just how much more do you think I can take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. That makes twice now. DAMNIT! Now I have to go and change back aaaaaall the shit that reflects that affiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah, wow, does that ever take on a new and singularly lonely ring to it. Oh well buck up old man. It's the story of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-114277691171410510?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/114277691171410510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=114277691171410510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/114277691171410510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/114277691171410510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2006/03/message-to-gods.html' title='A Message to the Gods'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-114019303586734558</id><published>2006-02-17T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T08:17:15.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adsense</title><content type='html'>Well I added adsense to the blog. Then I went to see the content allowances and found "no drug or paraphnailia" clause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question is will they allow a LEGAL OMMP patient who is showing off the flower vase (thats what the sticker on it says) he won as a door prize at a legal meeting (it was held at the Tigard Water Dept building, a government building)of the states Metro chapter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned kiddies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Rev. R.Twig Jones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-114019303586734558?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/114019303586734558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=114019303586734558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/114019303586734558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/114019303586734558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2006/02/adsense.html' title='Adsense'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-113865922680618780</id><published>2006-01-30T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T11:48:30.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMMA and OGF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1519/487/1600/bong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1519/487/320/bong.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a new member of the Oregon Medical Marajuana program. It's amazing how many people think it's nothing more than a get out of jail free card. but I think the detractors would take a different stand if they saw the people who came to the first meeting of Oregon Green Free(OGF)west metro chapter. Like me the, majority of people were patients. Canes and wheelchairs were to be seen. These weren't the burnt out tie-dyed hippys that people paint a picture of.Indeed, it looked more like a town hall meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is the trippy part. They had a raffle for a door prize and I WON!!! The prize(above)is uber cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a good thing here. Lets just hope Bush doesn't fuck it up. $130-150 dollars a half oz. (street price) is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-113865922680618780?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://oregongreenfree.com/' title='OMMA and OGF'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/113865922680618780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=113865922680618780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113865922680618780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113865922680618780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2006/01/omma-and-ogf.html' title='OMMA and OGF'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-113792881650292084</id><published>2006-01-22T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T03:32:07.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2:41 am</title><content type='html'>The house is quiet. Blissfully quiet. Therese lays gently snoring. Shhhh, Our secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have my sister and her "Ol man" Dave over each w/e and I love em to death but between them and the constant flow of folks around us I cherish these too few minutes of solitude more than you know. Thanks to the 18' tall barrier they erected I barely notice the freeway less than 80' from our apartment now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwrapping the one thing that almost comes close to sinful pleasure I am ovecome by the floral bouquet of so many perfumes I am amazed man can create the smell I inhale. Surely Acid Cigars will be my undoing heheh!!! This is the Earthiness. A 4.5 buck stick of forgetfulness for me. for the flavors transportme to anther place. Oh truly The Gods are kind to me this w/e!!!! 1 Henry Weinhard NW Trail left. the perfect compliment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, THIS is all I ask for in life. To be able to afford a modestly priced cigar and a med shelf beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I hear NO in the back of my mind. No time to lose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that confuses me because I don't know what the urgancy is related to or what teh goal is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But now is not the time."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!? what the hell does that mean? Time for what? Why do these kind of things flash through my mind ALL the time!? Even in my slightly buzzed ok, really buzzed state these questions still echo in the recesses. If I'm drinking to stop them? It ain't working. People ask why I'm up at this hour. Because of an unanswered question. A question that has no answer. One that hasn't come to fruition yet. I am viligent in "a quest for something that han't been thought of yet" is the answer I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well since you put it THAT way!! The zen of it doesn't escape me and yet still it would be grand to know the WHY of it much less the WHAT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh! Welcome to the fucked up recesses of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then as I relight the peppery floral punch of the cigar I am reminded that it was I that ultimately made the choice to walk this Path to its conclusion no matter what it is and I smile and thank my Gods that despite my confusion, at least I don't walk around in a fog any more. At least I know there IS a question to be answered now. Perhaps not BY me. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-113792881650292084?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/113792881650292084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=113792881650292084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113792881650292084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113792881650292084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2006/01/241-am.html' title='2:41 am'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-113763051881943833</id><published>2006-01-18T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:36:49.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the line?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;people who know me know I'm just left of Nadar in most things as far civil liberties. That goes goes for freedom of speech. But where do we draw the line??? Today on the news they played the cell phone call of a kid(?)trapped and drowning in a sinking car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat numb. Jesus Fucking Christ people, is this how low we've dropped the bar?&lt;br /&gt;Have we become so accustomed and callous to death and accepting of anything fed us that we can accept that? Last night I saw the chilling image of dead child on CSI as they melodramatically pieced together yet another convoluted story with an array of equipment usually reserved for alien autopsies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the part that made me want to HURL!? the kid was COLLATERAL DAMAGE!!! Not a real part of the plot. "Ooops mom and dad got shot and we can't have loose ends in the story!! fuck it, she drowns!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow looking at the above I guess you can see what happened as I just have. Hit with the 1-2 punch there in less than 24 hrs. Which makes this even more urgent. If this outrages you, if you are sick of seeing death and/or children portrayed like this write the networks like I am about to do. It's the only way we can stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you thinking "Get real,It's just a fucking show/it's not real yada yada !!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I telling you "You just don't fucking get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-113763051881943833?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/113763051881943833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=113763051881943833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113763051881943833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113763051881943833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2006/01/where-is-line.html' title='Where is the line?'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-113686213681209159</id><published>2006-01-09T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T21:24:51.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coalition Casualties In Iraq</title><content type='html'>Period    USUK Other* Total   Avg       Days &lt;br /&gt;1-2006    28 0  0             3.11         9 &lt;br /&gt;12-2005   68 0  0        68   2.19        31 &lt;br /&gt;11-2005   84 1  1        86   2.87        30 &lt;br /&gt;10-2005   96 2  1        99   3.19        31 &lt;br /&gt;9-2005    49 3  0        52   1.73        30 &lt;br /&gt;8-2005    85 0  0        85   2.74        31 &lt;br /&gt;7-2005    54 3  1        58   1.87        31 &lt;br /&gt;6-2005    78 1  4        83   2.77        30 &lt;br /&gt;5-2005    80 2  6        88   2.84        31 &lt;br /&gt;4-2005    52 0  0        52   1.73        30 &lt;br /&gt;3-2005    35 1  3        39   1.26        31 &lt;br /&gt;2-2005    58 0  2        60   2.14        28 &lt;br /&gt;1-2005   10710 10       127   4.1         31 &lt;br /&gt;12-2004   72 1  3        76   2.45        31 &lt;br /&gt;11-2004  137 4  0       141   4.7         30 &lt;br /&gt;10-2004   63 2  2        67   2.16        31 &lt;br /&gt;9-2004    80 3  4        87   2.9         30 &lt;br /&gt;8-2004    66 4  5        75   2.42        31 &lt;br /&gt;7-2004    54 1  3        58   1.87        31 &lt;br /&gt;6-2004    42 1  7        50   1.67        30 &lt;br /&gt;5-2004    80 0  4        84   2.71        31 &lt;br /&gt;4-2004   135 0  5       140   4.67        30 &lt;br /&gt;3-2004    52 0  0        52   1.68        31 &lt;br /&gt;2-2004    20 1  2        23   0.79        29 &lt;br /&gt;1-2004    47 5  0        52   1.68        31 &lt;br /&gt;12-2003   40 0  8        48   1.55        31 &lt;br /&gt;11-2003   82 1 27       110   3.67        30 &lt;br /&gt;10-2003   44 1  2        47   1.52        31 &lt;br /&gt;9-2003    31 1  1        33   1.1         30 &lt;br /&gt;8-2003    35 6  2        43   1.39        31 &lt;br /&gt;7-2003    48 1  0        49   1.58        31 &lt;br /&gt;6-2003    30 6  0        36   1.2         30 &lt;br /&gt;5-2003    37 4  0        41   1.32        31 &lt;br /&gt;4-2003    74 6  0        80   2.67        30 &lt;br /&gt;3-2003    65 27 0        92   7.67        12&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;Total   2208 98 103    2409   2.35      1027&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TRUTH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From http://thinkprogress.org/2005/12/10/casualty-cover-up/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;c&gt;Pentagon Covering Up Tens of Thousands of U.S. Casualties In Official Reports &lt;br /&gt;Seven Members of Congress issued a letter this week charging that the Pentagon is systematically “under-reporting casualties in Iraq by only reporting non-fatal casualties incurred in combat.” They asked for a full accounting of the accurate numbers.&lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their letter cited a CBS News report:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pentagon declined to be interviewed, instead sending a letter that contained information not included in published casualty reports. “More than 15,000 troops with so-called ‘non-battle’ injuries and diseases have been evacuated from Iraq,” wrote the Department of Defense. John Pike, Director of GlobalSecurity.org told 60 Minutes in that segment that this uncounted casualty figure “would have to be somewhere in the ballpark of over 20, maybe 30,000.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that CBS report came in November 2004. Today, more than a year later, those numbers have risen significantly. This morning, Salon.com published details of an October ‘05 Veterans Affairs report showing that 119,247 off-duty Iraq and Afghanistan veterans are receiving health care from the V.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[T]he statistics seem to show that a lot of those health problems are war-related. For example, nearly 37,000 have mental disorders, including nearly 16,000 who have been diagnosed with posttraumatic stress disorder. Over 46,000 veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan receiving benefits from the V.A. have musculoskeletal problems. These are all veterans who within the last four years were considered by the military to be mentally and physically fit enough to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These men and women have suffered injuries that will impact them for the rest of their lives. The Bush calculation: better to have higher Iraq approval numbers than recognize their sacrifices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-113686213681209159?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/113686213681209159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=113686213681209159&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113686213681209159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113686213681209159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2006/01/coalition-casualties-in-iraq.html' title='Coalition Casualties In Iraq'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-113648396234135019</id><published>2006-01-05T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T19:59:13.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight Irene</title><content type='html'>So I sit here thinking "What use is me posting any more? Scattered to the four winds is everyone I know and no longer is there camraderie. The people I belived in most have turned away so whats the use?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the answer I get is "There is none."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana I could sure use you now my love. But not even you are returning my queries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it. Fuck it all I give up. The internet holds no interest to me anymore other than a massive mailbox. So this may be the last I post here, or anywhere. There will be more than one person glad to see that I'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see this, Good luck in your life people. It was fun...right up until the ax fell and everything I was standing for was jerked out from underneath me. You don't have to read that far back to see where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my advise? Stay the hell out of religion if you value your...self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-113648396234135019?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/113648396234135019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=113648396234135019&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113648396234135019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113648396234135019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2006/01/goodnight-irene_05.html' title='Goodnight Irene'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-113582884289571204</id><published>2005-12-28T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:06:21.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLICK THESE WORDS TO SEE THE #1 STORY OF 2005!!!</title><content type='html'>I belive...do you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-113582884289571204?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.theonion.com/content/node/43889' title='CLICK THESE WORDS TO SEE THE #1 STORY OF 2005!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/113582884289571204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=113582884289571204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113582884289571204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113582884289571204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2005/12/click-these-words-to-see-1-story-of.html' title='CLICK THESE WORDS TO SEE THE #1 STORY OF 2005!!!'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-113571170283654916</id><published>2005-12-27T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T08:28:36.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears of sadness/Tears of Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hello, Twig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to finally ‘meet’ you.I have heard much about you – and have wanted to thankyou for what you have already done for A.. I know she is in good hands - I literally see her tears turn to smiles after she has spoken to you. I don’t know how you do it my friend, but you ‘reach’ her. It's almost like she has 6ft concrete wall around her sometimes - she just won't let anyone in...well, except you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit that there have been times, when I may have been feeling (dare I say it?)…jealous. Not because of any interaction between the two of you, or anything you or she have said. But because she CAN talk to you, and let you know how she’s feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known her a good few years now, and I have never, NEVER known her to be able to open up to anyone. It’s hard to deal with at times because I know she hurts more than she lets on. I can tell when those times are, but she just won’t or can’t (I don’t know which yet) talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what I'd do without her at times. We had another fire not too long ago, which started in my Mum's bathroom. A. worked 24 hours a day to get it fit to live in for my Mum, AND continued her normal work behind the bar which is pretty heavy going to say the least. She practically takes care of my little brother (as my Mum has MS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s the thing with her though – she never puts herself first. And I mean never. She needs time for her, but there’s no way she can get it while we’re running this business together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edited - Twig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment though, she is doing much better than she was. It was touch-and-go for a while; the doctors say she’s lucky to be alive. I have been talking to her each day, although I don't think she could hear me the whole time. I’ve been passing on everyone’s kind words and well-wishes, as I know she thinks the world of this site. I will definately pass on your kind words Twig. If there is one thing that will brighten her day, it's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seeing you as a father figure? Oh, yes. And more. About a month ago, I asked how her father was doing as I hadn't heard her talk about him for a while. She turned round, flashed a big smile and said "Which one?" I asked her what she was talking about and she replied, "Well, I'm lucky, I have a biological father AND a brother/father who walks beside me in my dreams, leaving a trail of peace and love wherever he goes." It took a while for me to understand what the heck she was getting at, but now I understand (looking at your signature). You are her guiding light, just as she is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for the length of this message, but I want you to know that I am grateful for what you have done for her. I wouldn't dream of telling her this, but I do think you've saved her from herself. You are a good friend.Thanks Twig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(names and content edited for anona..you know. Twig)&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Get well quick Young Sister. I worry about you and wish I could be there to help so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Gods, protect my Sister and make her well in both body and Spirit. This I most ferverantly pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let her know your protection Andrasta and bring her back whole, please dear Goddess, do this one small favor for your servant I beg.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And R.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you my Friend. From the bottom of my heart. You have done so much more with that one letter than you know. You have given me hope.you have verified that that I have touched at least one person positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously thinking about giving it all up. That it wasn't worth it. Not her but, counseling as a whole. For to do that I must open myself to them. That is a gamble of immeasurable odds on both counts. But it works. For it requires true trust. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she thinks more of you and yours than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mailbox and hand is always there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-113571170283654916?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/113571170283654916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=113571170283654916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113571170283654916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113571170283654916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2005/12/tears-of-sadnesstears-of-joy.html' title='Tears of sadness/Tears of Joy'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-113502758682509043</id><published>2005-12-19T13:23:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T13:26:26.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twig gets traded</title><content type='html'>Im a publically traded company now I guess! This is interesting! Lol ol me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-113502758682509043?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blogshares.com/blogs.php?blog=http%3A%2F%2Fpaxglade.blogspot.com' title='Twig gets traded'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/113502758682509043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=113502758682509043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113502758682509043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113502758682509043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2005/12/twig-gets-traded_113502758682509043.html' title='Twig gets traded'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-113399701173614704</id><published>2005-12-07T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T15:10:11.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holimadays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1519/487/1600/Twigsax3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1519/487/320/Twigsax3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1519/487/1600/IMG_2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1519/487/320/IMG_2029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well Turkey days over and what a day it was. Thereses daughter and Marc threw it and damn Im glad its over. We ended up going to the bar and I got indoctrinated to Jagermeister. HAH! between that the budweiser backs and the pitcher of hefweisen that I bought I lost count after the fourth shot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I just keep getting better at the guitar. I am seriously considering playing a coffeehouse or two and see if a 48 yr old Bard can break into the business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wouldn't THAT be a hoot!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sure why not!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-113399701173614704?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/113399701173614704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=113399701173614704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113399701173614704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113399701173614704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-holimadays.html' title='Happy Holimadays'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-113247375647749420</id><published>2005-11-19T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T00:02:36.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I say Mid-Life Crisis!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1519/487/1600/IMG_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1519/487/320/IMG_0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well at least it ain't CARS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gods what happened!? Suddenly 1 am the proud owner of not 2....not 3 but 5 guitars!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From right to left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Fender Squire `63 strat copy with Gater `63 original strat  copy case&lt;/p&gt;- (not shown)Digitech RP-50 modeling guitar pedal + Johnson 15W amp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Applause 3/4 size AM-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The $40 China Special that landed my ass in soooooo much hot water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ah The Hohner! 300G Mahogany that sounds like a Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-(Not shown) A 1956 Stella "catalogue" guitar. In repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I play? Oh HELL YES! Picked it up after 13 years and Im playing things that amaze me and everyone else. Like what? Heheh how about Clapton in Crossroads when he was with Cream? Pretty GD good for 2 mths.if I must say so!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no time now.The Job gets pushed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I gotta pay for that shit somehow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-113247375647749420?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/113247375647749420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=113247375647749420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113247375647749420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/113247375647749420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2005/11/did-i-say-mid-life-crisis.html' title='Did I say Mid-Life Crisis!??'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-112831612013359963</id><published>2005-10-02T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T22:08:42.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But I don't want to grow up!</title><content type='html'>Because then I'll lose the magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2 months into unemployment and I must say that I'm ready to get back to it. Damn good thing I did invest as wisely as I did because even with my upcoming taxes and after realigning my credit I'll be able to do pretty much what I want, as long as I'm not stupid about it. I gave myself 2-3 months to relax and realise what it's like to be in the human race again and now I've woken up and seen enough to tell me it's time to leave. Move to the coast perhaps? Again the throngs of humanity press ever outward and the creek flows ever muddy now with the erosion of wilderness upstream by names like Cat and John. I cry for the Goddess that dwells there and I wish I could take her with me to the ocean and set her free. But that is not the way it works for she is as tied to that babbling little brook as the adjacent firs are to the ground underneath them. Indeed she is as tied to them as the water itself for the roots of the giant dougs' can be seen  stretching dozens of yards to the edge of the banks and down to drink the nourishing liquid and listen to her tinkling, bubbling laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the lack of Spirit? Why the malaise when with my new found "freedom" I should feel on top of the world? Because there is a hollowness, a void where there should be sunshine and a general fuck it attitude, and it's not just me because others are reporting the same thing. Formless anticipation for an earth shattering event I can't pin down or even begin to utter my suspicians about. Heh and not like I'm the first one out there thinking that, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the "middle" age of 48 I feel I'm suddenly set adrift. No, not suddenly, for in all truth the Gods have  me for some time now and it took this to set gears in motion. And I'm left with some very serious decisions to make. Namely, what to do with the rest of my life? This will be my last career move "I hope" so I want to be sure I enjoy my job. Should I go the Spiritul route? Devote to clergy? I don't know. (Theres my mantra again!)actually, I'm just not enough of a huckster for pulpet work. I would rather be watching things than showing other people how to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Thats right Dick Levy once again I hear the taunting strains of the words you gave me as mine and again I wonder how I can further the plans the Gods made for me when that tag line (or epitath) reads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-112831612013359963?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/112831612013359963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=112831612013359963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/112831612013359963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/112831612013359963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2005/10/but-i-dont-want-to-grow-up.html' title='But I don&apos;t want to grow up!'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-112469149839759870</id><published>2005-08-21T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:18:18.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On being human</title><content type='html'>And therefore fallable. There are more than 4 ages....big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author of the Fourth Age of Druidry withdrew the papers because of the basic flaws that there are more discernable ages than the 4 described. Its ok my Brother, we are all human and therefore prone to leap without really looking first. Gods know I am the first in that line eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect it is a shame that it was like a salmon swimming upstream the entire time because all we want to do ...........is what so many others are trying to do. Bring everyone together to show thateveryone in the druid camp CAN work together toward a common goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able TO work together first thing. And damnit the few people we had together was about THE most diverse group you could bring together under one roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, and we were doing it. We were making it...we were working side by side. The druidic equvilent of repubs and demos were making bipartison headway in a teaching enviornment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are flaws in the foundation and therefore the whole premise is flawed. THAT is the reason we scrapped it. And not without heavy cost. Oh well I stand firm on what I belive in, and for anyone so deeply rooted and rigid as to be unable to bend with the winds of times...wow, I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you miss the freshest morning breeze as it welcomes a new day.  You miss the cooling wind at dusk that heralds the coming of the Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will miss your knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-112469149839759870?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/112469149839759870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=112469149839759870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/112469149839759870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/112469149839759870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-being-human.html' title='On being human'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-112421241802475338</id><published>2005-08-16T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T10:24:08.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of super glue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Looking down at my feet I see the shattered remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of friendships and what should have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And a teardrop escapes my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Then once again I sigh as I bend over to pick them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Such is the task the Gods give me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;What kind of a sick inidividual could rally against peace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;As the full weight of it crashes against mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;splintering an already fragile easiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Looking up I see only grayness on the Path ahead ahead and wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Dear Gods what would you have me do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-112421241802475338?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/112421241802475338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=112421241802475338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/112421241802475338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/112421241802475338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-need-of-super-glue.html' title='In need of super glue'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-112316710164782047</id><published>2005-08-04T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T07:59:46.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twigs Axe&lt;br /&gt;My birthday present!!!!! A Fender Squire (Stratocaster copy) and a small pony amp. Hehehe, 1 different turn and I could have been the burnt out rock singer/musician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I DO know how to play! And sing too. 7 years of choir. ;) Never know, I may come tour through YOUR city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;Rock and Roll Twig.&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 16px; height: 16px;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/5196/320/twigsaxe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/46/5196/400/twigsaxe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-112316710164782047?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/112316710164782047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=112316710164782047&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/112316710164782047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/112316710164782047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2005/08/twigs-axe-my-birthday-present-fender.html' title=''/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-112300667620041901</id><published>2005-08-02T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:17:56.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frequancies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was born deep underground........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a large rumble I and millions of my brethern slid down in an avalanche to the fast moving waters of what you call the Columbia river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There I met the Salmon of Life. I asked of him "What is to become of me?" With a laugh he replied "LEARNING!" and flicked me with his tail which sent me tumbling as he made a nest for his young that were to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down the swift currents of the mighty river I rolled. Scraping and bumping my way I lost the sharp edges that defined me and began to be rubbed smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eventually I made my way to the sea. Looking around I worried for I saw the sand. The shattered remains of those who went before me and my most likely end in this violent water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After a great time I was approached once again by the mighty Salmon. I implored of him what was to be of me now? "MORE LEARNING!" And by the might of his tail I was thrown in to the waves of the shore. The mighty waves played with me. Throwing me back and forth until I lost the remaining rough edges of my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally with a mighty push I was placed upon the shore where I gleamed with a shiny new exterior. I was picked up by a human and as I was turned over and over and the oils of his hands polished me to a new sheen and I warmed to him. Placing me in his pocket, he muttered "Well, what will I do with this?". To which I replied....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"More learning Mighty Druid, more learning!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Twig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-112300667620041901?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/112300667620041901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=112300667620041901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/112300667620041901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/112300667620041901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2005/08/frequancies.html' title='Frequancies'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-112090930899227039</id><published>2005-07-09T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T04:41:49.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blessing recieved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I recieved this in response to the preceeding entry, from a Brother who with these words touched me deeper than any others have in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essil Starlfur, Brother and Friend! May your name never be forgotten until the pillers of the sacred menhirs become dust. As long as I live it shan't be. Ever again, as long as I draw breath. For I know that ever I think of these words again the Gods themselves are at my sides, back and before me. And None shall stand in the way of Truth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the progression of Truth is even given lest I forget my station in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;=========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aye you have one hell of a way with words my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And while you may know not which way to sail I say this simply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May Falias stand before you with the Lia Fail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May Gorias stand to your right and shine forth the Sword of Lugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May Finias stand behind you with the magic Spear of Cuchulainn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And may Murius stand to your left and feed a host of men from the Cauldron of the Dagda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May the mighty Tutha de Danaan stand tall with you brother as you sail into the unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Invoke then, People of the Sea, invoke the Poet that he may compose a spell for you all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For I, the Druid who sets out the letters in Ogham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I, who part the contestants of battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will approach the Rath of the Sidhe seeking a cunning poet, so that together we may concoct good incantations;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For I am a wind of the Sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I simply bless you and your kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grant, O God, Thy protection;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And in protection, strength;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And in strength, understanding;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And in understanding, knowledge;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And in knowledge, the knowledge of justice;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And in knowledge of justice, the love of it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And in that love, the love of all existences;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And in the love of all existences, the love of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God and all goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;/|\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...and from a little voice in the back of my head "never stop remembering who you are Twig - no one said it would be easy - take your pen and write, learn and importantly teach".&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-112090930899227039?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/112090930899227039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=112090930899227039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/112090930899227039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/112090930899227039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2005/07/blessing-recieved.html' title='A Blessing recieved.'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-112023222656474140</id><published>2005-07-01T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T03:38:46.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Balad of  X-13. A Bardic Satire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Lads and Lasses did ye know there is another ship that sails these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;seas and you'll never see a Prouder, more determined Bunch O pirates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;in ye life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The Captain built her up piece by ruddy piece. Hand hewed each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;timber himself. And years it took. He became known as a pirate in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;sense and that did not bother him overly. But the crew was always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;the same headaches. Keepin good help always is though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Finally one day he mailed an old friend and asked could he come look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;over the ship and maybe help? Now the Gods have their own ways and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;the new first mate sent out messages to others who came and together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;they helped build up the X-13 to a ship that tests the patience of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;the Crown GREATLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;And a pirate ship she is! Though shes in drydock and getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;repaired... Coooor! Ye should behold her! Slee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Sleek! She cuts the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;like noones seen before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Flies in the very face of her Majesties own fleet time and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Here tell, some swear shes made of cork stem to stern cause though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;shes been shot from the water time and again....POP! theirs the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;blamed crew a hualin the lines again and laughing as she pirouettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;to stern and the scow of a chaser ship dashes against the Cliffs of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Truth!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The Barons don't like it Oh Gods no!!! Not at ALL by The Oak! The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;crews been likened to that Locksley kid...Did and doin same stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;that won him his title back ya know!!? What with the givin away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;whats others is taxin people for, and champion'in us simple folk ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;know? Hehehe thats always sure to get you attention and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; beer. Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;you neck stretched if one of them cutters catch up to you. Hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;And the Bishops are redder in the face than a brand new cabin boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;one week at sea!! Sssssh quiet lest they overhear. Here tell They&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;got this new fangled idea...a rudder I belive that steers all kinds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;of ships in harmony or someting odd like that. But then they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;druids too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But now here is the eerie part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The crew are Mainland AND Upper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Seaway folk!! Pullin the SAME oar they are! By the Tree I Swear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;And ya know what? People are starting to listen to the captain and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;crew. Farmers, travellers, soldiers, folks that still gots their ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;to the ground and nose to the fresh winds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I heard the first mate meself. Aye! Talked to him over a flagon I did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;down Barbary Coast way! Wern't much to look at. But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; But he had this grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;that just wouldn't go away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;So I asked him why should we belive him? What was the so caleed "secret to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;power behind the X-13"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;He just winked and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Keep your eyes peeled, smell the air often. When the wind hits from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;the ssw watch as Many Ships become One!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-112023222656474140?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.projectx13.us' title='The Balad of  X-13. A Bardic Satire'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/112023222656474140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=112023222656474140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/112023222656474140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/112023222656474140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2005/07/balad-of-x-13-bardic-satire.html' title='The Balad of  X-13. A Bardic Satire'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-111829004122717305</id><published>2005-06-08T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T03:42:14.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wind from the past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Remember Miss Cleo the psychic? I found an old post I did and it is as true today as it was then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Twig  October 27th, 2001 03:01 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;A serious seers reply to Miss Cleo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I just got a "Personal" email from Miss Cleo !!:eek: Welllll, after a few minutes thinking I gave her a personal ;) reply. So here it is, for your enjoyment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Twig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;:elf:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;___________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;__________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;It’s not often that we have the time to write to one of our clients. After what we’ve been told about you, we’ve been wondering about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;In fact, we have had a potent vision about the future. This rare vision may change your life. Friend, you must have a strong energy field because we were able to see details about where you’re going to go and what you’re going to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;However, we must read your Tarot cards very soon in order to clarify what was seen! If you’re not made aware of certain opportunities that you may come across within the next 72 hours, friend, you may miss your chance to live the life you’ve always dreamed of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;We are giving you a FREE reading so that we may know what to do exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Call my toll-free reserved number immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Friend, dial 1-800-755-1179.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;In truth, we see you, Friend, and others close to you in the near future enjoying the finer things in life... We see love on the horizon and new friends in your near future, but it’s vital that we read your cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Call NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Your new friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;PS Make the right decisions in life right now and call us! Please don’t share this reserved number with anyone! It’s meant only for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Must be 18+. For entertainment purposes only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Dear "Miss Cleo",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I read your message and I must say it made my day. You see, despite the fact that it's apparent you have NO idea who I am or what I'm about ( if you did, your cards would have shown you the futility of trying to tell a druid minister with 30 years in paganism about life and the future), well let me break this letter down for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"After what we’ve been told about you, we’ve been wondering about you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Just WHAT was told to you and by WHOM !?? I take my privacy seriously and demand to know where you got info on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"In fact, we have had a potent vision about the future. This rare vision may change your life. Friend, you must have a strong energy field because we were able to see details about where you’re going to go and what you’re going to do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;With that knowledge, I did a rune draw for my near and far future and found that indeed, I am to rely on my inner strength and spirit guide because "changes" will cause me to expend excess energy in an undertaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"However, we must read your Tarot cards very soon in order to clarify what was seen! If you’re not made aware of certain opportunities that you may come across within the next 72 hours, friend, you may miss your chance to live the life you’ve always dreamed of!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hmmmm. If you check, you'll find that runes are mathmatically and intuitively more accurate than the tarot. By the queriant doing the draw as opposed to YOU, the person themselves are the influance as to the reading and it therfore gives more personal and "revelation" insights than the tarot and your snake-oil "readers" could ever hope to. By commercializing and profiting on a very personal and shamanistic interaction with the same results (at times) as mental counseling produces, you cheapen and demean those of us who do it as a integral part of our religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I lastly thank you for leading me to the "opportunity" that would come about in my next 72 hours. Mainly to let you know what those of us (me) think of people such as you, those who would PROFIT from the fears and insecurities of others who are not on as firm ground spiritually or mentally as others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;You are disgrace to all who would call themselves seers,psychics,shamans or enlightened in the least. It is money grabbers like you who have kept ALL pagans held in suspect due to their beliefs and practices. I thank my Gods that those who come to me for help do it in spite of the ham sandwich approach to something as serious as their future and mental/spiritual well-being instead of throwing money away to those such as you and yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;That being said, DO NOT CONTACT ME AGAIN UNLESS IT IS IN DIRECT REPLY TO THIS LETTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Sincerly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Rev. Robert (Twig) Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hehehehehe she was such a hoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-111829004122717305?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/111829004122717305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=111829004122717305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/111829004122717305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/111829004122717305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2005/06/wind-from-past.html' title='A wind from the past.'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-111009788697962144</id><published>2005-03-06T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T00:31:26.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reading of Ogham</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally, here is your reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1) Beginning - Saille in the W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the very Ogham for "new beginnings". It also means to make good with your past; to clear away old dead wood in the form of regrets &amp; misunderstandings. Release is here called for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2) Goal - Luis in the E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This one is about looking close to home for solutions; here is where your strength lies. "Do not despise the ordinary roots." There may be something in the familiar that helps you to your goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;3) Risk - Ailm in the E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the Ogham about compromise - you cannot see your way ahead in terms of black &amp; white. You may risk misjudgement if you look for solid Truth in only one place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;4) Balance - Coll in the S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Your balance lies in the truth of your gratitude for where you are now; you may be able to see your way ahead by first assessing what is already in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;5) Life Patterns - Straif in the N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This one is about discernment; you have a good record for being able to separate the wheat from the chaff. Separating one issue from another will enable you to see patterns more clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;6) Fears &amp; Desires - Muin in the E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You fear the struggle; however, victory is in your grasp. Do not be afraid to rest on your laurels a bit; there are those on whom you can rely to pick up the slack if it is too much to handle all at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;7) Strength - Quert in the W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Your strength lies in being able to balance when to struggle &amp; when to desist; you know when you have an advantage, &amp; when there is none to be had. The advantages cannot be assessed until you have gone in that way; your strength can tell you when to move forward &amp; when to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;8) Coping - Uir in the W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;To cope, it is best, once again, to clear away extraneous matters &amp; focus on the main point. What stands in the way of the goal must go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;9) Knowledge - Fearn in the E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You have full knowledge of your opportunities. They are plentiful at this time. Your knowledge will enable you to take advantage of the opportunities which abound along your path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;10) Inspiration - Duir in the N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Your inspiration lies in feeling that you are worthy to take 1st place in a matter; it lies in overcoming feelings of inadequacy. You may be competing with some who seem on a higher level; yet, you may be selling yourself short. Let the feeling of following them inspire you to new heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;11) The Path - Nin in the S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;On this path, there may be a problem to be solved. You must comb over the components to see if there is anything that is amiss with your project. Use your instinct to guide you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;12) Skills &amp; Aspirations - Ngetal in the S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You seek to bring something to life; there is something new abloom in your hands. It may be frustrating &amp; discouraging at times to see little progresss, but you have the skills &amp;amp; aspirations to bring it to pass. Don't give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;13) Opportunity - Edad in the S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A promise is definitely in the offing. You have made a promise &amp; must see through any imbalances which present themselves. You have an opportunity to show forbearance in the face of others' mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;14) Transfomation - Huath in the W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Transfomation of something that seems like too much to handle into something wonderful is a challenge here. Your hindsights &amp; expectations may be obscuring the truth of the matter. Try to see beyond false appearances - something may transform into something you don't expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;15) Block - Gort in the S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You may be borrowing others' achievements in the sense of not distinguishing your own. Due credit will always out your own achievements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;16) Life's Achievement - Ruis in the N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Your achievements, once again, are copious &amp; you can afford to be generous. You find your way by sharing what you have done with others. Right at this moment, you have exactly what is required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;17) Hopes &amp; Expectations - Onn in the E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Your hopes &amp; expectations are about having your burden lifted. Your path has led you to take on much; again, it is best to delegate when possible. If you approach things with a fresh attitude, you will find your path is enlivened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;18) Hidden Potential - Idad in the S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You have the potential to fly to new heights - provided you have the patience to wait until you are ready to tackle even more than you have at the current time. Your full potential has yet to be realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;19) Change &amp; Liberation - Tinne in the S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You have practiced enough, however, to try your wings in the immediate circumstances. You have come to the end of a cycle &amp; are now free to move on to a different height.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;20) Memory - Beith in the E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Your memory holds much about beginnings; this will be the way that you recognize new cycles about to begin. You know how to build slowly toward a goal, how to proceed incrementally along a given path. This will help you in your current project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope that this has something to say to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-111009788697962144?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/111009788697962144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=111009788697962144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/111009788697962144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/111009788697962144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2005/03/reading-of-ogham.html' title='A Reading of Ogham'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-110998968588703318</id><published>2005-03-04T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T18:32:16.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unstoppable Force</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow its amazing how a thing can take on a life of its own and control the lifes of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh WHO would have thought 6 years ago that Myrddyn Emrys and Nynanne, two unseen voices on a little site with a handful of members would come to mean so much to me?&lt;br /&gt;That together  we would forge a bond as thick as any blood?&lt;br /&gt;That together we would Blaze a new Path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were we thinking when we dared question the Gods in our innocence? Who KNEW that they would listen...and ANSWER! Making us instuments of their bidding and plans in response to our brashness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So They are coming up to look for a new life and I can shake the hand and hug the people who have changed my life more than they can imagine! Perhaps together we can do the things we dream of. No...I Know we can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hope I can help your visit to  be all you want and need it to  my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-110998968588703318?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/110998968588703318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=110998968588703318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/110998968588703318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/110998968588703318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2005/03/unstoppable-force.html' title='An Unstoppable Force'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-110898137733970087</id><published>2005-02-21T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T07:06:36.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"What is Mind?</title><content type='html'>Doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Homer - no not the book, the Simpsons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gods I abandoned this. But life gets in the way. Along with the pressures of an ever increasing presense on the web. This word must get out! To give you dear reader an idea of my "papers", every good teachers got to have papers! ;) lets list whence I came and with whom I belong because frankly I'm getting kinda lost too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Founding member-Elder, Living Druidry, Yahoo Groups&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Elder member-Founding Druid Forum moderator,  www.mysticwicks.com&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Asst. Admin/Moderator, www.projectx13.us&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Elder member, www.chosenones.net&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Co-author&amp;Co-creator of "The Fourth Age of Druidry" Concept (Copyrighted Tully Reill )  www.fourthageofdruidry.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Owner/admin of the Fourth Age of Druidry tribe at www.tribes.net&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Moderator/Portland Metro regional contact for Druids Coalitions Internationals sattelite group Pacific NW Druids Coalition - Yahoo Groups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; resident druid "elder" at more sites than one hand holds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ordained Minister, counselor and teacher of the Druid Path {ULC}(registered with Witchvox.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(edit 4/29/05) and now I become &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The First Minister of the Fourth Age of Druidry, Clan Alyallyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to become a small member in a new group and hear.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Wow! Quite frankly, I'm suprised we were able to get such a knowledgeable person here! [Twig really has a LOT of knowledge on many issues...don't let the man fool you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tully my Brother, I'm trying. Gods know I am and I know how very much you belive in this. But I am tired too. As I know you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut bait and run....heheh. No, how about to go to a bigger pond instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Ya'll. Sorry about the lapse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-110898137733970087?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/110898137733970087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=110898137733970087&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/110898137733970087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/110898137733970087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-is-mind.html' title='&quot;What is Mind?'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-110361810716786354</id><published>2004-12-21T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:31:38.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What will tomorrow bring?</title><content type='html'>will I have a job?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will I have a place to live?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely Dick Levy you were right and thank you for identifying this mantra for me. I look back over the ...almost decade now and I understand a LOT more.  But just when I think i've got it... the Gods change the script. Well that poor sruffy looking hippy that came to you and gave you a paltry $20.00 to say I'm closer to the truth has matured and grown much. but I sit and type with the same tears of anger that lead me to you those years ago and the one you muttered those words to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now? Ah now I'm "important"! You counseled me and I sought out the answers. And found them I did! Enough so that literally tens of thousands of people see me as the spokesman for a Faith, same as you. Enough so that I aspire to identify an entire age! Big fucking deal. Because no matter what cosmic Truth I may discover those litle words come back to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that the way of the mantra? I think not. A saying keeps going through my mind and I hope you have worked out the answer to this mantra because it does nothing to help in this real life situation. The question is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who counsels the counseler??? What good is the answer to the universe when you can't speak due to the rising bile of anger that screams for the ulcer to take over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of what good is the Druid of Peace and how true am I to my path when I sit here 8 hours later with tears of anger in my eyes???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-110361810716786354?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/110361810716786354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=110361810716786354&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/110361810716786354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/110361810716786354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-will-tomorrow-bring.html' title='What will tomorrow bring?'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-110283385458028041</id><published>2004-12-11T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T22:46:17.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crystalline Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;originally published April 5, 2003&lt;br /&gt;By Rev. R.Twig Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do a lot of work with crystals in my Path and thought to write about them some. But, I can't seem to find a place this thread would "fit" so, more than one forum gets this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those familiar with crystals, gems, stones and their manipulations and uses in medical and spiritual use, I give to you something I have found that will dramatically aid in the charging, tuning healing and clearing of most All stones. I have had quartz points charge to a frequency so tight and strong that when I went to retrieve it the next day I nearly got sick from the ringing in my head and the slam my stomach chackra took when I touched it.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;First, a trick in determining the "charge" or "flavor" of a crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Take and hold it at arms length, point up, with a well lit white background a few feet behind it. A wall works great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Clear your mind and focus your vision past the point to somewhere "in between" the crystal and the wall itself. With very little practice you should see a "flow" from the tip(s) in/outward that is reminescent of heat shimmering off a hot road...for me at least. A correctly and fully charged crystal is unmistakable in the clarity and speed of the energy stream it eminates. Regardless of the color of the quartz used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone I asked can do this but about 55-60% of people have discerned it within 3 trys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------The Crystal Pool. A mineral hospital and rejuvinator-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years back I got some silica sand from a job being done because I thought my stones might look good resting in it, in my alter. Into a 10"round glass bowl I placed the sand and after clensing and charging my crystals I stuck them in the sand, point up, and put the affair in my alter thinking "don't that look pretty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe next afternoon I took the "sand pool" as I dubbed it out and I'll be damned if all the stones weren't completely cleared and dead! Rather than take them all out I put the bowl and crystals in the sun to charge. 30 mins later I went out and discovered that they were so charged it felt electrified!! Passing my hand over the bowl I could feel the individual shaft of power from each tip like a magnifying glass trained across my palm. And the whole eminated a force that made me suck in my breath and reground myself before I could hold it. Not heat but ENERGY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THrough experimentation I had come to therorize that the silica sand acted like a pool or resevoir for the rocks to feed upon Much like the Earth nurtures the trees. In sunlight it magnifies and feeds them and darkness drains and quiets them to a quescient point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we bought pure quartz sand to refill the filters in the pools. Out of curiosity I replaced the common silica in the bowl with the quartz and my suspicions were proven to my total satisfaction as I am now sitting here looking at a 8" crystal that I found broken in two after sitting in the sun of my room for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WARN you though!! This may work TOO good for those highly sensitive to crystals. Ringing ears and upset stomach are common side effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I welcome any comments on this from those in the know. I can't find any record of this being done before so if you try this, let me kknow the outcome. Thanx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Twig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-110283385458028041?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/110283385458028041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=110283385458028041&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/110283385458028041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/110283385458028041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/12/crystalline-discovery.html' title='A Crystalline Discovery'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109828047798282504</id><published>2004-10-20T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T06:54:37.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorphisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;originally posted Aug. 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to relate to you something that happened to me August 3rd, 3 days before my birthday. As a fore-note, among other things, I am known for my affinity with ravens and crows in particular. they are called the messengers of the Gods and thoughts /prayers fly on their wings from this world to the next.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their[Crows]language is as expressive as anything we could&lt;br /&gt;think of and more so. I found this out first hand as I started my clean up of the grounds where I work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday I had the unfortunate luck of finding a crow that had just been hit by a car. (note-I watched 3 cars drive over her before I could rescue the remains. I clearly saw the drivers faces and the 2nd and 3rd driver Did Not know she was there and yet... I saw them jerk the wheel to miss her without their eyes looking down. This I cannot/will not try explain !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carefully wrapped and boxed up the shattered body and said a sad prayer to the Spirits to accept her Spirit on it's final flight. Halfway I took her to our woods to bury her before I heard a strange very loud sound. I stopped my golf cart and heard it again clearly...mournfully. The unearthly wailing cry of what could only be its mate. I looked up and in the nearest tree he was pearched, staring directly at me and the closed box in the back with the carefully wrapped body. For at least 10 heartbeats he appraised me and the box. Back and forth the gaze went. His eyes then pierced me and he cried out again in the same unearthly call and was joined by a number of unseen others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tears filled my eyes and my body started to shake I felt my guards stripped away by a force unknown and scarry in its' insistence. The calling embraced and washed over and into me. Then it overtook me with a chilling clarity and I was among them. Then I felt the total joy and pain as he took my spirit in kinship. Our pride and pain truly manifested as he took me up and we lept to soar. I understood then...we were flying over her domain and I was part of their funeral rite and farewell to this mother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had taken on the task of giving her back to the Earth with respect, instead of allowing the ignoble fate awaiting her body where she died if noone else had been around or a lesser creature had been there. They understood my respect of her and my true sadess and they included me in and showed me a glimpse of their ways. Then I undersood. I learned their understanding of death eclipses ours. They are closer to the One than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a sound and honor I can never forget and I thank them for their trust in me and allowing me into their sacred song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was powerful, proud and repected and will migrate back soon enough. I now know her nestmate will be alone until his end, never to pair with another, as is their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson is simple and as old as our shared Paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you listen hard enough you can hear the voice of the Woods itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you are Honest in your reverence to the Greenman you may be rewarded in ways totally unexpected. For the Earth is alive and wishes to share with us. If we will only open our heart **see note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could look at the omens the situation presented being it happened 3 days prior to my birthday, the things involved, etc. But by NOT doing this and simply respecting the passing of another creature I found out more than I ever could have otherwise and came closer to my Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was TRULY a birthday for me for in one day I have been through death and then my rebirth in another form. Because they now see me as friend and for a second/eternity allowed me to become one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Twig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Note - I did/do not use Cernunnos as a "God of the Woods" for my source states that:&lt;br /&gt;"He is...not necessarily representing an animal spirit but a deity closely involved with animals...and can transform instantly into animal shape."&lt;br /&gt;[The Encyclopedia of Gods by M. Jordan ISBN 0-8160-2909-1}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109828047798282504?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109828047798282504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109828047798282504&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109828047798282504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109828047798282504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/10/metamorphisis.html' title='Metamorphisis'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109789780289927456</id><published>2004-10-15T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T20:36:42.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of Druid are YOU!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/beandrui/1061960516_ORMALDRUID.JPG" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8ae5820)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a normal Druid. Well.....maybe you aren't&lt;br&gt;normal. But the closest thing to, anyway. You&lt;br&gt;recognize the wisdom in the old ways but you&lt;br&gt;don't recreate all of them, thank pete.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/beandrui/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20Druid%20are%20you%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of Druid are you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109789780289927456?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109789780289927456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109789780289927456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109789780289927456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109789780289927456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-kind-of-druid-are-you.html' title='What kind of Druid are YOU!??'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109730700213961644</id><published>2004-10-09T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T00:30:02.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vuja Da</title><content type='html'>Reincarnation. I've never really touched on the subject but it is so ingrained in and a part of my Path that I will try to explain it. Heh, this should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in what has to be the biggest karmic jokes there is, In my first life I was Myself, as I am now! I was a Druidic teacher,healer and somewhat upper level druid with a mission. No claims to fame other than the fact that (put on your thinking caps here) I died so that the I that lives now would have the Spirit Guide needed to be able to contend with what him/I and others saw coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind throws massive showers of sparks sideways as the fire roars and crackles in front of us. No amount of wind can mask the smell of charring flesh from the sacrafices though. You never really get used to it though it's grown to only a minor annoyance after so many years. Long has the altarstone remained wet in preperation for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time is different. This time the magic must be stronger....stronger than ever before in memory of the eldest. For this is the destiny that was thrown upon you all. To sleep with the Gods until called from your slumber by the omens you have been shown. For a year and a day now the prayers have gone up without stopping. An entire circle has this fire remained lit and offerings gone up and you have cleansed yourself and been prepared to be presented to the earth to hold until called upon. The sacrifices alone have almost caused the people to revolt but that is what the law demands. Otherwise all of you will be utterly forgotten and so cease to have ever existed. What will people remember of you after tonight? Perhaps they will sing great songs. That would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this harvest night shall be the last. For we must make the future remember before it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the height of the calling I am driven by unknown reasons to step back from the ring of dancing to the boulder strewn edge of the plateu. Beside the beacon rock I wait tensely with one hand on my curved knife when from out of the gloom a strangely dressed man stumbles up the carefully hidden path. Cautiously and frightened he looks around as best he can in the gloom. Drawn like a moth to the light.. Too bad he chose to put his foot on this sacred ground tonight for it will be his last. But if the Moon Goddess requires a man who am I to argue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeling now I feel weak and the Goddess herself speaks to me and I know this shade that gropes in the dark before me! This is the Me that I am to Be! Drawn here across the stars. For as this is my last rite, this is his first and his initiation into the Mysteries! I see him lying in some strange place and know he has made the choice I made and sealed his fate to the God and Goddess. And he was sent here to see whence he came and I.....I am shown who I am to become, who I am to teach. Hehehe I shall Guide myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now strength returns and I know what must be done. Stepping out onto the path I block the fires light and almost chuckle as the I that is not yet me freezes in fright and nearly falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the God of Wood and Tree and and All that Is speaks through me as I look upon myself and know the trials he has endured to get to where he stands tonight. The choice he made to bring him to the holy meet going on behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have not lived in vain!" I bellow as my robe and cape are whipped about by the winds. "You have learned what is needed for what lay ahead of you and we are pleased. Now GO!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch as the man covers his face and begins to sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And turning I walk back up the path to where the others are still chanting, enraptured by the Spirits. He will be waiting for me. I know that now and it comforts me for what comes next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving my sacred blade to the next elder in line I drink from the bowl of Life and feel the Spirits explode in my stomach and head as the sickly sweet liquid releases them. I remove my robe and lay on the altar. Normally cold it is comfortingly warm from the heat of weeks of preperation fires. Vaguely I see dim shapes above me and hear the buzzing of many insects. A flash of hot white and I hear the Crow calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as the red water of Life leaves me, I smile. I am coming my Friend, my Brother. You shall have a Guide....and I will show you...everything is as it should be ...as we foretold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109730700213961644?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109730700213961644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109730700213961644&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109730700213961644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109730700213961644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/10/vuja-da.html' title='Vuja Da'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109659011439897750</id><published>2004-09-30T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T17:21:54.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mountain that Roared</title><content type='html'>Living about 70 miles from Mt St. Helens I'm close enough that I can readily pick up on the vibrations during times of upheaval such as whats happening right NOW! This is a record just for records sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends. as the earthquakes started i began to get a ringing in my ears up and above the normal tinnitis of urban living. in the last three days the tremors have gone from ~1 per min. at 1.0 on the rictor scale to the point that now it's 3-4 per min. with a mean magnitude of 3.0-3.5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the tremors increase so does the pressure and volume in my head. As if a balloon is being inflated. It's starting to be most annoying. Animals are quieter and the crows stick to the trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit) And an iching on my skin. Like after rolling around in the lawn. (end edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth is speaking and it hurts. Take that as you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Twig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109659011439897750?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109659011439897750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109659011439897750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109659011439897750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109659011439897750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/09/mountain-that-roared.html' title='The Mountain that Roared'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109588069449246643</id><published>2004-09-22T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T15:00:36.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much does a Soul weigh</title><content type='html'>There have been 4 deaths in my life recently and I searched for the meaning...the Lesson that all this has taught me. This morning I got my answer. But I get ahead of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after my coworkers had finished trashing out the apt. where a tenant had committed suicide, I went in to smudge the apt. with sage and cleanse it. (Although it would have been nice if they had cleaned up the tub I had a job to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallowing a little more than my pride I cleansed each room and finally layed the remaining sage on the side of the tub and bid his Spirit goodbye, releasing him from this plane of existance. I don't know why he chose to do what he did and I am resigned to the thought it isn't FOR me to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today after checking in at the shop I was walking back to police my area. Looking up I found a hummingbird hovering above me. as I watched he flew and landed in a tree to my right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What news do you bring me on this Mabon little hummingbird?" I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that the little thing darted across the road and floated.....hovering above the deck of the apt. that the man had lived in. Pendulum like it flew right...then...left 3 times then up, over the building and into the fog above as if to say Thank You I amfree now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out a Soul weighs exactly as much as a hummingbird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109588069449246643?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109588069449246643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109588069449246643&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109588069449246643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109588069449246643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/09/how-much-does-soul-weigh.html' title='How much does a Soul weigh'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109554783314583133</id><published>2004-09-18T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T15:50:33.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...and it's 2, 3, 4 what are dying for?" </title><content type='html'>A Rant  &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; DAMN! I could use a little break here!! I GET the POINT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First - My mates mother passes away. Half of her family has never experianced a personal death or funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later at 6:36 pm - A 30 something male tenant "eats a bullit" in his bathtub. And such a PRETTY mess it was too! Oh, I know the exact time because I live about 180 ft away from him and I heard the shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day - An old friend on another sites 2 1/2 yr old daughter gets hit and killed by a car. Gods my heart goes out to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days after THAT! A tenant I've known for 6 yrs that has advanced MS is found by the manager.... is found 12 days after the fact! I imagine he either fell off his bed and asphixiated or died of thirst. Where the hell was a caretaker!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, I would ask for a little protective energy because I am emotionally and spiritually drained to the core from this. I go on a 9 day vacation this Thurs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Gods! I originally put in for vacation last month and was told no. I couldn't take it because.....hooo boy is my hair standing on my arms right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK TIME OUT! I just don't get this! Damn! Thank you Andrasta for give me vacation as a buffer but why this? Why now? Why ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said my Brothers and Sisters, any little thought will help. I know death and do not fear it. i am just drained, and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Twig &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - heheh looking up at my words...I guess I DON"T get the point!&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As posted to Project-X, The Chosen Ones http://www.chosenones.net I want to thank everyone there for all they've done for me spiritually through the years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109554783314583133?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109554783314583133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109554783314583133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109554783314583133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109554783314583133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-its-2-3-4-what-are-dying-for.html' title='&quot;...and it&apos;s 2, 3, 4 what are dying for?&quot; '/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109531186985881886</id><published>2004-09-15T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T22:17:49.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Crow</title><content type='html'>I learned of this poem today shortly after I helped lower this ladys casket into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was given to me just after I dropped a double handful of earth on the gleaming pine coffin that housed my mates mother and the clay on my hands was still wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crippled by diabeties for years she knew she was dying. This is a celebration of her passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crow and Raven are my totem and my guide as apparently they were hers. That I should find this out at that time boggles my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you Sherry. Thank you for your wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Crow, Oh Crow!&lt;br /&gt;We have lost a cherished friend of yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Crow, Oh Crow!&lt;br /&gt;Watch over this humble soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Crow, Oh Crow!&lt;br /&gt;Take her on her path to her father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Crow, Oh Crow!&lt;br /&gt;This friend of yours who wrote of you many times &lt;br /&gt;is passing the pen on to....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Crow, Oh Crow!&lt;br /&gt;Take our mother,&lt;br /&gt;gently into her long awaited&lt;br /&gt;resting place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Crow, Oh Crow!&lt;br /&gt;How I will miss my mother!&lt;br /&gt;As all of the family does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Crow, Oh Crow!&lt;br /&gt;Mom would say do not weep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I now know!&lt;br /&gt;What you wonder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Crow, I Love you!&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry Leola Eddings&lt;br /&gt;Proud Elder of the Siletz Indian Nation&lt;br /&gt;born: 11/15/1938&lt;br /&gt;died: 9/13/2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109531186985881886?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109531186985881886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109531186985881886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109531186985881886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109531186985881886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-crow.html' title='Oh Crow'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109365550172625791</id><published>2004-08-27T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T09:09:41.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouths of Babes</title><content type='html'>Today I was counseled by a 5 1/2 yr old girl. Put me in my place too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysticwicks.com/showthread.php?t=63880"&gt;link to MysticWicks Thread&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone remembers Twig right? Well he's on my MSN and has been for quite some time now. From time to time, my daughter looks over my shoulder as I chat away to friends online. She can't read very well yet, but she likes to watch my fingers go a mile a minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter saw Twig sign in the other day, and said... "Mommy, what's a Twig"? and I said "he's a druid friend of mine" and she looked at me with a straight face and said, "Oh, so he's not quite a mighty oak yet, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of the mouths of babes&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am a Mighty Oak. But isn't an Oak no more than a nut gone good? Which explains the response I gave her. Speaking of Mysticwicks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get a personal taste of the meglomania I have heard of from others, the tales of why they left. It's really an ironic shame that the very thing we/they dreamed of is going to be it's undoing. I still say the premise of MW is a sound one. But the sheer numbers of people together has fostered the same political posturing and polarization that has ruined others groups in the past. Too bad they disbanded the mods. Now a select few rule an entire city. "BEWARE Caeser! Brutis lurks in the shadows! And a murmur of discontent can be heard in the populace." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Then! My self imposed 24 hour cooling off period is about over in regards to THE administrators harangue about my leaving there and coming back repeatedly(Twice). Jesus, I could cut a wound at that site that would rattle the very ground if I chose. But I won't because of those who run it, those who do care and the new seekers that NEED the direction afforded by this community. But I will leave something to give people pause to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe "It's all about me." you think? Nooo, it's about people like you. The first time I left was because people like you are callous enough to take the cops position over a 71 yr old blind woman. Oh, by the way! The city settled out of court. She will live quite comfortably for the few remaining years she has left. So EAT ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month? Well lets just say there are none so blind as those That can't see past their own ambitions. Was that thread I posted about me? Noooo, it was a simple request to show a soldier going to war he's basically opposed to that the people they are dying for care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....should I show him the responses his countrymen gave as he left his wife, his job, children &amp; family? The gratitude of the people that he is prepared to die for!!?? No I won't and I'm glad he didn't see this antithesis of his nations pride before he left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise people will see that I left BECAUSE of people like you. But I returned DESPITE it because others personally asked me to and I had a 5 year old that had some personal Wisdom to impart to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109365550172625791?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109365550172625791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109365550172625791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109365550172625791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109365550172625791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/08/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouths of Babes'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109267439170351355</id><published>2004-08-16T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T22:54:56.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2/218</title><content type='html'>Well, i have to go to Marcs send off formation today. This is gonna kill me and I don't want to do it.....yes I do. The honor of being invited to this is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the person that is supposed to be strong in times like these do when he knows that if things were done right 10 years ago he would be there and spare the seperstion of his daughter and her husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God DAMNIT Bush! If your father hadn't been sucha fuckin panty waist I would have gone, we would have bombed Bagdad into a freakin parking lot, Saddam would have been out and NONE of this would be neccesary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I just do what I always do. I bury this pain and be there for those in greater need than me. Like I said, SOMEone has to be strong or else the others have no point to ground to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know...I wonder when/if I'll finally get to the point I CAN'T help any more. When does the pain get too much? I'm close dear Gods. Real close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109267439170351355?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109267439170351355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109267439170351355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109267439170351355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109267439170351355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/08/2218.html' title='2/218'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109164755472829254</id><published>2004-08-04T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T12:25:54.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter the Other Side</title><content type='html'>I am a maintenence man by trade. One of 8 at a 608 unit apt. complex. There was 9 people until Nick got cancer. 3 weeks after his "retirement" the memo came down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wage freeze for 3 months."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few weeks it became apparent that they were not going to fill this position. That is when the &lt;em&gt;changes&lt;/em&gt; took place. You see during the summer I maintain 4 outdoor pools totaling ~150,000 gals. One pool alone is 93,000 gals! It was 5 pools but they are going to bury the worse one and I refused to allow it to open. (I am also a nationally certified (NSPF) aquatics tech with that power). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly this year I find I'm given ~ 3 hrs a day to accomplish what I did in 40 hours a week.....and it AIN'T working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109164755472829254?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109164755472829254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109164755472829254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109164755472829254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109164755472829254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/08/enter-other-side.html' title='Enter the Other Side'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109146898387198069</id><published>2004-08-02T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T23:12:57.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Friends and Thieves</title><content type='html'>So someone tell me why anyone would value friendship so &lt;strong&gt;little&lt;/strong&gt; that they would steal the last of my green(which I primaraly use for medical reasons). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind my wallet getting stolen...twice in 6 mths because I'm perpetually broke. But to steal the thing that keeps me from being in constant pain? Thats just fucking WRONG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May they have the same pain I am feeling right now for the rest of their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/4 - My wallet came back to me! Therese was walking out of the local Thriftway store when a clerk stopped her and asked&lt;br /&gt;"Aren't you the wife of that guy with the ponytail that always comes in here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T replies "yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well we have his wallet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in and called that store for 2 weeks after it came up missing with a negative every time. Suddenly it shows up 2 days before my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my Gods! For unexpected presents!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109146898387198069?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109146898387198069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109146898387198069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109146898387198069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109146898387198069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/08/of-friends-and-thieves.html' title='Of Friends and Thieves'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109137480940044988</id><published>2004-08-01T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T12:25:18.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Multnomah Falls Wedding of Marcus &amp; Kateri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/1346/640/IMG_2375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/1346/320/IMG_2375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding; Multnomah Falls OR. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109137480940044988?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109137480940044988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109137480940044988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109137480940044988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109137480940044988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/08/multnomah-falls-wedding-of-marcus.html' title='The Multnomah Falls Wedding of Marcus &amp; Kateri'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109137213599711763</id><published>2004-08-01T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T08:47:22.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Iraq and other things</title><content type='html'>Friends and Family, Brothers and Sisters. One of the people I call family is going to Iraq. Thereses' daughter Kateris' husband Marcus...our son-in law. In mid Aug. his unit is going for pre-training for 6 months then off to Iraq. what is more worisome is that he is a truck driver with the associated risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hold a tighter bond to this man than just that. You see, I was the minister that performed their wedding last Nov. when he first heard of the possiblity that this may happen soon. Here are a couple of pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brave man is proud to serve his country and we are proud of him. I can't help but feel even closer as his unit is the same one I belonged to 10 years ago!!! So I am an alumni of the departing unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Therese and I want to do is to have as many people post their letters of encouragement here so we may send them with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have until Aug 15....I, we ( yes my Love they know you worry more than I do.) beg of you to help us give him protection. He is not pagan but a good "kid" 27, and will appreciate any good words he can get. It is also his BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, I don't ask much but I plead to you now, For a note of support to them and any protective energy you can spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus and Kateri...(sorry no last name, security) thank you from the bottom of their heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........as do we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev. R. Twig Jones &amp;amp; Therese Thielen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109137213599711763?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.mil.state.or.us/2-218fa/index.html' title='Of Iraq and other things'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109137213599711763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109137213599711763&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109137213599711763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109137213599711763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/08/of-iraq-and-other-things.html' title='Of Iraq and other things'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109087161431078267</id><published>2004-07-26T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T12:53:34.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/1346/640/crow.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/1346/320/crow.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crow Dude&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109087161431078267?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109087161431078267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109087161431078267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109087161431078267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109087161431078267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/07/crow-dude.html' title=''/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109085108503435323</id><published>2004-07-26T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T07:11:25.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/1346/640/04_111.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/1346/320/04_111.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liquid love&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109085108503435323?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109085108503435323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109085108503435323&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109085108503435323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109085108503435323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/07/liquid-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109085083062685704</id><published>2004-07-26T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T07:07:10.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/1346/640/DSCF0003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/1346/320/DSCF0003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twig at rest&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109085083062685704?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109085083062685704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109085083062685704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109085083062685704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109085083062685704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/07/twig-at-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109081268660597991</id><published>2004-07-25T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T13:04:15.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of Church, Trees and Omens</title><content type='html'>Sunday is my Monday and I clean half the property. While on my rounds I check a 1 acre patch of woods where my "chapel" is located. Twisty Paths intertwine throughout the douglas firs, 20 or so in number, cedars, oregon grape, poison ivy, and assorted bushes. Off the main trail in one corner is a semi-clearing some 10 ft around. centered there is a twin pair of douglas firs. No more than 4 ft apart and so close in height there is no doubt they came from the same cone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering&amp;nbsp; the circle I give my blessings as I approach then circle the twins counterclockwise. Brushing my hands on them as I call to them. Then standing between them I place my hands on each as I submit myself to Andrasta and The One. As they know me, &amp;nbsp;the Firs accept my presence and they amplify my prayers. Power surges through me and recharges me for the future and the tests to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I asked for guidance as I entered the "glade" and in the middle of everything heard a noise off to the left, where there is no Path. Looking up there sat a gray squirrel in a&amp;nbsp;small&amp;nbsp;hazelnut tree. Searching throughout the sapling he finally found the hazels seed. Peeling and then crunching into the green nut he sat watched me unflinchingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There sat my Spirit Guide,&amp;nbsp;actually showing himself to me! As he ate he appraised me, never taking his eyes off mine. Finishing he sat there....turned and start to leave....then hesitated. &lt;br /&gt;Turning, his eyes bored into mine. "Watch"&amp;nbsp; And he turned and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later as I drove my golfcart I saw 3 ravens strutting across the road. This struck me as more than odd and meaningful. But what is the meaning? I know they are mostly mated at this time of year and would NOT allow a third near. So...3 bachelors? No I think not. I have to wait on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/app/&lt;a" href="http://not-a-real-namespace/http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/1346/640/crow.jpg" /&gt;http://photos1.blogger.com/img/67/1346/640/crow.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109081268660597991?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109081268660597991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109081268660597991&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109081268660597991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109081268660597991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/07/of-church-trees-and-omens.html' title='of Church, Trees and Omens'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109065396346297349</id><published>2004-07-24T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T00:27:53.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>104</title><content type='html'>New record tempature today. 104 degrees in the shade! I was smoking a cigarette and the cherry on the end said "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn! It's HOT&lt;/span&gt;!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness enters today. Emrys dog died and I cried although I have never met this animal. At 46 that surprised me because 5 years ago I would have said "bummer", and blew it off. No, I cried tears more for my friends loss because, they Will meet up again. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I never would have given it a second thought. Even at 30,&amp;nbsp;40 It wouldn't have affected me thus. And yet, I cried tears&amp;nbsp;beside a trusted friend (whom I've never "seen") over his loss although they have no real face to me. Such is the power of the internet. THAT is a thing to meditate on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a telephone you can at least hear a persons voice. The internet forces you to call upon your "feelings" in a totally different way. I feel a stronger person today for being able to do this and recognise it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't ease the pain or sadness though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my Guide for showing it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109065396346297349?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109065396346297349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109065396346297349&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109065396346297349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109065396346297349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/07/104.html' title='104'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702502.post-109043829525015458</id><published>2004-07-21T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T19:13:25.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning</title><content type='html'>Time to start recording the weird shit in my life. The friends, family and daily happenings and in the end perhaps someone will gain an iota of Truth in their life. If so? My life will be complete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 pm- Why do i even fucking TRY!!? After 6 mths of prep, Then finding my niece after a 20 year absence, I'm told I can't have the time off I want. It wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't being penalized for being healthy and a weeks worth of my vacation/sick pay going into the little slush fund&amp;nbsp;(read that as someone elses fucking pockets) they call "extended sick leave". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who have already made there plans for this&amp;nbsp; and whos hopes I got up I apologize. I thought that after 8.5 years here and doing this every summer it would be no problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will teach me to think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7702502-109043829525015458?l=paxglade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/feeds/109043829525015458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7702502&amp;postID=109043829525015458&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109043829525015458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7702502/posts/default/109043829525015458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paxglade.blogspot.com/2004/07/in-beginning.html' title='In the beginning'/><author><name>Twig Jones-The Druid of Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07831427853813729422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nP5_n7tS69c/R5bmk9ZeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/1QLnVxR9Pok/S220/twigrest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
