And that my friends, concludes PILGRIM; no higher ending than Sarah McLachlan.
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Sarah McLachlan - Angel

Sarah McLachlan - Ben's Song

sarah mclachlan - i will remember you

sarah mclachlan - wintersong

There is a PATH of LIGHT

No matter how persistent the darkness
it is only illusive, seeking to cover, to hide
to obscure the TRUTH

I speak of this not from the heights
of some POLYANNA vision
but from the depths of darkness, itself

Yes, i am resisting inferior influences
yet even in the midst of their grip
i know the TRUTH
and therein the battle is won

I am finally accessing my unconscious
it started out as dreams
but now i can "play thoz dreams" at will

sometimes bizarre, sometimes frightful
but always suggestive of other worldly dimensions
just as real, substantial as the "eight track" of our customary consciousness

i am only at the beginning
have no idea where this will lead
if anywhere
but strongly suggestive of no thot, no agenda

only no mind can sustain
such REALITIES

just the thot, un-nerves me

but that may be what is called for, rather
NO-EGO IDENTITY, NO PERSONAL HISTORY

Boundless and Free is Un-Thinkable...
from the depths of the PRIMORDIAL SELF

OPAW, was a GREAT TEACHER
a MASTER

he was always "giving me lessons"
one instance, i undertook the texturing
of 600 lbs of "mud" on walls and ceilings
(to be followed by painting)

my shldrs didn't recover for 3 months

i thot it would be a good selling point
for the new houses
the German builder was of a different opinion

of course, Opaw "supported" me
the great smearing with a long-nap roller was an undertaking
of the HIGHEST & most NOBLE ORDER

after 3 houses so smeared
i fell ill, barely culd stand
but Christmas was around the corner
and the children were expecting Santa Claus
albeit, not one covered in mud

It was some time before i appreciated
the value of that lesson
not until i i became acquainted with the I CHING Prrinciple of
THE PATH of LEAST RESISTANCE

slow learner is a euphemism

Sarah McLachlan - River

too often we fall into a trap
a quandary
whether to do this or that
which only begs the question

while the real nemesis lurks in the background
the shadows, unidentified

whatever is done must proceed from the strength
of PROPER PRINCIPLES, STRENGTH of CHARACTER
herein lies the real battleground
herein lies victory or defeat

all that is right and good emanates from this moment

from the depths of our Primal Being
not as a consequence of strategy, this followed by that
devised by the ever-deceitful ego

but as result of STRENGTH OF CHARACTER

TRUTH

that which appears in your PATH
is meant to LEAD
its presence is not random

but SYNCHRONISTIC

DREAMING WITH RACHAEL

We drive till dark, pull over
your head on my shoulder
the hum of traffic going by
lights flashing, sweeping us away
silently we drift entering the dream-world
traversing regions unknown
together, hand-in-hand, dreamers
running, tripping in a down-under land
waking on sun's piercing rays
to a reality fabricated
from images lying dormant in time

Anyone for a road trip...trade fairs

am i dreaming?