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Everything Active - live. Events Explosive !
The Machine says see: Eternal. What is
the measure of the Space in between each
moment of time. (?)

The surface of our Sun.

Solar Flares July 13. Year 2000.

www.sel.noaa.gov/solar_images/

courtesy of the Space Environment
Center and the Universe Nature

lives in.

Much to say about Prophets

of Vibration: Guns N' Roses.
Will return in a leg or two --
bouncing a round from one
Space into another vortex and
then some. The continue ... is.
You must ! Use your Guns and
Roses wisely. Here is a thought
to leave you with. A picture

in your head.

The Bay is flat like glass with no resistance. The 36' machine you are on,
holding your very exisitence, is plowing through the moonlight. You are with

no doubt going to come within 8' of the Police and "their" boat. You are leaving
a huge half mile wake behind. Add to that picture the ship you are on has
speakers all around. And there are big glass windows all around. Those

inside see everything outside. You are moving fast. Not speeding. But fast.
The boat is 20,000 pounds. There are also two 3' speakers amongst the others
all rigged to a mega watt power amp. So LOUD. You can't hear yourself talk.
So very loud. Going very fast. In a big big machine. On a womb shaped bay.
On a moonlit night. Standing at the most front point- pitched with a charging
angle better than ten feet above the water. And this is what is on. Playing

very very loud. What is playing ? This. The very tune you are listening to now.
Guns N' Roses. Loud. The whole nine yards. Got the picture ? You are in the
Northeast. It is 1 a.m. - Okay. You can smell the salt air rushing up into your
body and all around you. And you are enjoying the ride, instead of the worrying.
Like the traveler through Time and Space that you are.

Try this for a visual. Matter of fact come take the ride. With us ? Imagine.
Riding you are ...on a bright full moon night, on a fully moonlit bay, on a rock
called Earth, somewhere in Space. You are on a 36' foot Gibson Houseboat
with two upper decks, a flybridge at top deck 20' feet above the water, and 2
twelve foot fishing poles piercing out from there against the natural canvas of

a star filled sky and long sailing windsocks atop flapping with forces of power

in the wind, pinwheels are spinning wildly at the back of the craft while bearing
down on this flat -mirror like- water bowl of Mother Nature raw Freedom in

one of the last frontiers. No one else is on this Bay reflecting all that is around
except you and 7 friends. It is a warm perfect mid-summer night. You are
traveling the perimeter of this womb shaped body of water and you can see

the throttle is way open.

On your starboard side you see the 42' Bertram Police boat rocking and
bouncing madly. A cork wildly bobbing on the water. Like a person falling

out of a hammock as they are hit by that massive power of a rolling 3' wall

of water. Now they are a wake. Well, considering. Those sleeping on the
job were not sleeping no more. And ... you know what else happened ???
You went on to have a wonderful night. Just like that. Of course everyone
knew who it was. It was not a secret. There was only one houseboat on
Oyster Bay. Turn it up ! ! ! And just imagine. Flying on a moonlit bay.

And have a wonderful day. The Universe does love you. You see what

I have seen. "Rocket Queen."

You are just thinking. Enjoying all this. Because it can't be true. Too good to
be true. Must be "A Dream." There is only one question you are asking
youself. "Is he going to slow down ???" Is he - The Captain - the pilot of the
ship going to at least slow down a little bit. The Police are sleeping in the
dark. And paths are about to cross. But is he going to slow down ? The
answer is: No ! What you see is "Him" lean on the throttle and give it all -she-
that ship had to give. Next you grab for the rail. Quickly you are rising further
toward the night sky. As all the white light sparkling stars become that much
closer to you -- you could almost reach out and touch one. You see "Him"
reach for the stereo power amp and turn it up to 9 1/2. All preparations:
complete. Plowing Contact Force ! Sound volumes nearly red lining. You
think to yourself "Maybe I be should worried." But it is "Him" who is the pilot.

You are pushing 3600 rpm and the ship you are on is wailing through the water,
sounds gushing cutting like a knife with the front of the craft now at least 10 foot
high off the water and with it the roaring the sound of its engine. The engine can
hardly be heard. Loud, louder, sounds and vibrations fill the air all around. You
are standing at the front point, high off the water. Really being one with Nature.
Wind blowing in your hair. A hole of gurgling beating water at the rear of the craft
is leaving a half mile wake of clean crisp 3 foot high rolling waves parting behind.
As you fly through the night you see the 42' Bertram Police patrol boat with staff
members, cops on board, sleeping in the darkened cove just on the inside of the
perimeter of your freedoms and you think: is this all true ? The cops are
"sleeping."

No one was home so we took a picture. Imagine. This
ship. With the Bimini Top up on the flybridge and two 12'
Daiwa poles reaching toward the sky. Micky Mouse and
Donald Duck windsocks stretching out full. Blowing.

In the wind. Playing LOUD. Rocket Queen.