Depose A Dharmanian! Resurrection

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PLEASE REMEMBER, THIS IS A  COOPERATIVE EFFORT!!! MAKE SURE YOU TRY TO ANSWER A FEW QUESTIONS WHILE YOU ARE HERE!!!

BTW 42 is NOT the meaning of life, my favorite color is blue, no,  green (I’m still here!), and tying fruit of any kind to swallows is indicative of a very peculiar and rare psychosexual disease….seek help! While speculating on the airspeed of UNLADEN swallows is a far milder form….I still urge you to examine your soul!  For those who have no idea what I am talking about I urge YOU to …Depose A Dharmanian!

And we go down to the river of time to pray oh lord, down to the river to pray.

(Leaving for another time the meaning of ‘pray’ but making a quick reference to the power of positive….or just concentrated and focused “thought energy”)

Down to the river of time to pray. That river of time, yea verily, has taken us through the valley of the shadow of the swamp of the Bush. It has laid us low, it has horrified us, it has sapped our spirits and our wills in ways that we cannot know, and ways that we know all too well.

As the cycles of the years glide through us, as the cycles of the days bring dark light dark light, so it is with the river of time. Sometimes the river is wide, the fertile land fed by it stretches far and wide, the people on the shore are prosperous and happy. They sing the songs of their work and their lives and their love for their children and never really know what a paradise they have been blessed with. As this is thus as it has ever been. For even in paradise the mosquitos still bite and someone still takes more than their fair share of the grain and then there is The Crotch Rot. yeah,, even in paradise their is god given PLENTY……of things to complain and kvetch about.

For we mere humans are incapable of knowing when we have it good.

Until the river narrows. And the waves start to rise. And the rocks they do become sharp. And on the shores of this stretch of the river of time it is not the sound of happy/kvetching work songs that ring from the banks, but the howls of the humans that we hear from the shore. Howls of unfreedom, howls of the oppressed, howls of the tortured, howls of the torturers, howls of the dead and howls of those maimed by their time on the river of time.

The howls and moans of the humans in the dark canyon, in the rough water, in boats to small or stranded wrecked on the shore…these humans KNOW what paradise is. It is anywhere but here. This deep dark canyon of despair and suffering and rampant evil on a field of terror is…..death.

But sometime, somehow, somewhere, the canyon will end. The Sun will come back and we will bathe in its light.

Resurrected.

But. And there is always a but.

Tonight’s Questions

Will we remember the Hell we have passed through?

Will we in our resurrection and new life try to correct that Hell?

Will we go back and rescue our fellow humans from that Hell?

Will we do all we can to make sure that the next Hell is not so bad, if only by acknowledging and preparing that there will be more hell?

Or will we be content merely to bask on the bank and be distracted by the shiny glass pebbles on the banks of the river of time?

Tonight’s Sound Track

warning, graphic scenes

Tonight’s Beauty Shots: