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That's so nostalgic, Casey. I loved being able to listen to all of it and in both languages. Really beautiful in that very olde-fashioned way. Thanks, again. I was very surprized to read your mother's age when these were recorded.


~ Lizzy

Her voice sounds like Judy Garland's.

Cate,
who is "much"?
I don't think I have been introduced to him/her on the forum yet??
Do we have a phantom member?

I'm talking to much

I proceeded to talk to much ...

confused matj

Grrrr!

mat james wrote: Cate,
who is "much"?

confused matj

You don’t know who Much is?

She’s the voice inside of your head Mat. The one that has you fall to your knees when beauty is to great or has me asking a thousand questions when there was only one ? She’s the one that sings more, more, more and again, again! - so that you can’t hear the voice who says wait, wait, wait. She's eggs sunny side out, warm chocolate chip cookies and the feeling that you get when rolling down a grassy hill. Much grabs you by the hand and carries you away to silly places but seldom thinks of consequences.

Dear Cate,
I love you.

but don't tell Marisha, I'm sure she'd get terribly jealous.

Awww, that's nice.

I love you too, Manna.

...thanks for the clarifications Cate.
Of course I know who "Much" is.But,ineffably, I forgot.

By the sound of it, you could write a beautiful poem or book about that catalystic temptress, Much.

I never really realised it, or acknowledged it before, but I think I'm in love with "Much" too.
But is that the Much in me or the much in you???
Or are we just having "Much to do about nothing"?

Dear Cate,
I love you......manna

How "Much"?
Do you love Cate? or, do you love Cate's Much?...

She’s the one that sings more, more, more and again, again! - so that you can’t hear the voice who says wait, wait, wait. She's eggs sunny side out, warm...

Stop! Stop! Stop! I'm losing my way, muchly.

In the time honoured tradition of this thread, I hereby dance a jig.
muchly.

Manna, dances a jig.
Mat, looks for his path.
Cate, talks to Much.
Lizzy, listens to beauty.
Casey, answers questions.
All is right.
but wait - it's not.
One person is out of place.
Red Poppy should be on top!
Click submit, and up he goes.

Cate wrote:Manna, dances a jig.
Mat, looks for his path.
Cate, is talking to Much.
Lizzy, listens to beauty.
Casey, answers questions.
All is right.
but wait - it's not.
One person is out of place.
Red Poppy should be on top!
Click submit, and up he goes.

And what about that man cleansing souls for Jesus?

Can't forget about him! :-)

Casey

just realized that you meant Georges - afraid I didn't go back that far last night.
I thought you were speaking metaphysically.

yes - Georges too, cleansing souls (although I think that sounds creepy) or perhaps building fires.

No, I was speaking of September's Savvy Soul Cleanser, the system under which we currently attempt to communicate. All systems are path-logical, leading to the path of the Universal System, some better than others.

September's is one of those.

Oy Vay! :-)

Casey

Casey honey,

We-all in August, Sugar.

Sometimes, you are downright incomprehensible, Babycakes.

Time honoured
Time passing


Time


Time has its own work to do

............funny
how it has all drifted
away
from the point of this
sad
little
poem
which only wanted to be remembered for
itself.................

imaginary friend wrote:Casey honey,

We-all in August, Sugar.

Sometimes, you are downright incomprehensible, Babycakes.

I'm just holding the Lantern high, as requested, telling you so, telling you so...

I'm also distracted by Stagecoaches and Carriages pulled by Teams of Ruby Palominos. And White ones. Next, Buckskins... :-)

Casey