in the middle again

Jan 16 my ex wife's birthday. Have a good one dear. I haven't seen her for twelve years. Back off memory lane here. Have you every had one of those days or in my case one of those nights you just wanted to go home after dealing with the days problems. All night long busy problems I looked up at the night sky what a beautiful yes full moon. Hee I said thanks and it did get better but people do get moody. I just giggled to myself the moon. Hee. Now one time my boss used to work nights with me well this particular night I mumble must be the Moon again he laughed and went on about the nights problems. Later that night he was crossing the wash bay where they wash the buses when on one particular bus one of the bike racks on the front of the bus well the hook to hold the bikes down was broken it came out and grabbed hold of one of the big brushes that go down the side of the buses. It turned it side ways and started ripping a huge hole in the bus the driver wanting to bale out of his seat shut the bus off jumped out of the way as a big and I mean humungo whole was being ripped out of the top right front corner of this bus I walked up behind my boss. I didn't even have to look at his face He was just standing there with his mouth hanging open heck mine was too you don't see this sort of thing every day well he didn't know I walked up behind him and whispered in his ear see I told you the moon. Once in awhile years later he'll still ask me whats that moon look like hee. Well tonight I was stuck alone and no one helping me get the buses out with the drivers I didn't mind. Thanks guys but it was my Friday so like a good little soldier I did my job. After work I jumped in my old 1976 Chevy she fired right up. Oh yea time to hit the highway. Now off I blasted for some quality my time this early no other folks on the high way oh yea. Oh yea not today I stayed late. So in rush hour I go sun blazing I mean bright red. I was heading east. I looked in my rear view mirror and there it was the moon still full just above the mountains really big and the color mountains deep blue moon pale white gray it was awesome. I looked back ahead and the sun was the same height above the pararie blood red awesome You don't see this every day either. It looked like one of them fancy new age paintings It was awesome I wish I had a camera I will never forget that sight. It made me happy that all the nights troubles combined together kept me late so I wouldn't miss this beautiful sunrise with the moon setting too. I thanked the great spirit and rode off to the sun. I felt like this was a sign I was in the middle of this great celestial event no much more than just mere objects there was something special about that moment and they made sure I saw it. It was unforgettable thats for sure. Our place in the cosmos can be a beautiful experience depending on your view point. It was worth it as me and my old Chevy headed home. Then after the detour construction waiting for the long train Almost running out of gas I made it home what a full moon. I should start writing down this crazy stuff that happens when the moon is full. Peace people. Jamerson Rising

The quiet night

I write in the quiet of the night. Soft new age music soothes my soul I write in the quiet of the night below the ground in a basement adorned with antics of old my surroundings my library my writing desk chess sets on shelves of black iron and wood. I write in the night solitude is my beloved friend yet behold in the middle of the night my grandaughter little Guilianna startled me in the middle of my writing with (what are you doing?) Ha I laughed and what are you doing dear. With cartoons set on the telly and little Guilianna fast asleep on the couch. With soft music to sleep by such a long journey the two stairways in the middle of the night walking down past the sleeping hounds into the dark to the pale light. Guilianna knew in her heart papa was writing as he did all night. To sleep with soft music her grandad watching through the night safe from the darkness and being alone. My grandaughter came to visit now she snuggles with pillow and blanket. Softly sleeping through the night as I write at my desk in this quiet of the night. So peaceful ideas coming brite and dancing in my mind. What a gift from the heavens that I was startled by a little angel this quiet beautiful nite. By Jamerson Rising

In search of

We are but wandering Gypsies of the cosmos trusting no one in search of love where art thou love . This divine love hidden from thee. Nay hidden within thee art thou love the holy divine. Hidden with in thee the divine slumbers only to be awakend with the key of enlightenment the key of truth and finaly the key of understanding each the same yet each with its unique powers. Concealed deep with in our very souls this holy divine spirit this love the strongest power in the universe this holy vibration. Locked tight by the jailer the masters of old. Find your self find your heart find your eternal love. Forge this key of life. Forge this key in every life time for every life time unlock this container this body. Reach in and grasp this love of thy self this love of the divine. Love thy self set it free. Climb old Jacobs ladder to the very gates of heaven. The path eludes thee search within thy self the road is there within thy heart Deeply woven into thy very soul this love of self this love of the world is ready to set free. This power unleashed this power set free. This power of the divine this power of love this power within you this power within me. Dance with thy joy in thine heart dance with thy very soul for out burst the divine shouting you have found me. You have found thy eternal me. By Jamerson Rising

The pen and the paint brush

The pen and the paint brush What a gift from God these simple tools bring forth the beauty from within our very souls the work they co create will out live us many many years to come. The camera too you say yes these pictures will last many life times. Camera pictures capture the outside amazing the art you can create with them. The paint brush and the pen capture the art from with in the artists very soul so deep in the depth of the artists very own soul this will take your very breath away on a level so profound so intense. The camera captures the art of God so beautiful nature is so intense the pictures creation produces every day every moment for that matter. three very significant perspectives originated from the Great Spirit there are many more and what can that possibly be one asks why the language we us the sound we produce the music we sing sounds so beautiful and There is the notes in the very air we hear the music of nature and the music mankind makes what a beautiful world yet chaos tries to destroy this beautiful existence with sounds of war violence even in the animal kingdom see this battle is being fought on all levels. Since time began the light and the dark doing a dance to the death. This tango through the ages has cost so much damage in property and the misery unleashed but a new dawn is soon approaching. This dance is over time to cha cha hee ok I'll stop but we are entering a new age I'll place my bet on the good side to win the evil side are a bunch of whiners anyway. So with that take a look around at all the beauty to behold how can this system ever lose it shows the power of the creator this world what a blessing life is peace people Jamerson Rising