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    Papa Roach and the Campfire kids; Refusing to be a Victim


    #32615 March 29th, 2011
    MaryIshtarCreiddylad
    16.

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    It is in speaking out against perpetrators, brutillizers, and bullies that one is able to own their own power and selfhood. Don't be silenced. Don't let them (whoever they may be) control you life actions and steal your chi. These are the ones who find it easier to steal your chi than to create their own. They can know another way, but you cannot make them choose it. The only thing you can do is refuse to feed them your energy and let them fizzle out... to be roborn again as some other type of Creator's expression. Even they are us. Feed the good wolf by making lemonaide from the lemons they hurl, and leave them in your rearview mirror while you surgically and effortlessly maneauver the ethers in mind body and soul toward the Oneness.


    www.experienceproject.com/stories/Am-The...ly-Scapegoat/1060548


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    And this is dedicated to my dearly beloved beautiful and much loved Papa Roach, and his little groupie mind cult of caca- roaches and beguiling borsha beatles. Much loved you are, as few even amongst your faithful followers understand your true nature from the very beginning, Thus as a beloved member of the original family, you are forgiven, and LOVED. Yet I say to you be ye scattered! And do not try to scurry back into the cracks and cravass's as we illuminate the darkened mind heart and souls of humanity, But cometh to the light as if it were the beaconing light of a buzz buzz bug zapper!
    ;) LOL. Do not leave your faithful horde behind, but cometh from the darkened shadows of your self and lead them unto our light oh darkened brother of the ONEness!

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    Love and healing to ALL, especially our dear Papa Roach! ;)



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    "If your relationship or your work is empowered by a myth, then it will have extra energy and inspiration. But do you know what that myth is and what it is saying?" ~ The Tree of Life Oracle




    Re: Papa Roach and the Campfire kids; Refusing to be a Victim

    #32622 March 29th, 2011
    arachne-.31789.

    A monologue from the play by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


    16165.

    NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from Faust. Trans. Bayard Taylor. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1898.




    MEPHISTOPHELES: Poor son of Earth, how couldst thou thus alone
    Have led thy life, bereft of me?
    I, for a time, at least, have worked thy cure;
    Thy fancy's rickets plague thee not at all:
    Had I not been, so hadst thou, sure,
    Walked thyself off this earthly ball.
    Why here to caverns, rocky hollows slinking,
    Sit'st thou, as 'twere an owl a-blinking?
    Why suck'st, from sodden moss and dripping stone,
    Toad-like, thy nourishment alone?
    A fine way, this, thy time to fill!
    A blessing drawn from supernatural fountains!
    In night and dew to lie upon the mountains;
    All Heaven and Earth in rapture penetrating;
    Thyself to Godhood haughtily inflating;
    To grub with yearning force through Earth's dark marrow,
    Compress the six days' work within thy bosom narrow,--
    To taste, I know not what, in haughty power,
    Thine own ecstatic life on all things shower,
    Thine earthly self behind thee cast,
    And then the lofty instinct, thus-- [With a gesture:] at last,--
    I daren't say how -- to pluck the final flower!

    Yes, thou findest that unpleasant!
    Thou hast the moral right to cry me "shame!" at present.
    One dares not that before chaste ears declare,
    Which chaste hearts, notwithstanding, cannot spare;
    And, once for all, I grudge thee not the pleasure
    Of lying to thyself in moderate measure.
    But such a course thou wilt not long endure;
    Already art thou o'er-excited,
    And, if it last, wilt soon be plighted
    To madness and to horror, sure.
    Enough of that! Thy love sits lonely yonder,
    By all things saddened and oppressed;
    Her thoughts and yearning seek thee, tenderer, fonder,--
    A mighty love is in her breast.
    First came thy passion's flood and poured around her
    As when from melted snow a streamlet overflows;
    Thou hast therewith so filled and drowned her,
    That now thy stream all shallow shows.
    Methinks, instead of in the forests lording,
    The noble Sir should find it good,
    The love of this young silly blood
    At once to set about rewarding.
    Her time is miserably long;
    She haunts her window, watching clouds that stray
    O'er the old city-wall, and far away.
    "Were I a little bird!" so runs her song,
    Day long, and half night long.
    Now she is lively, mostly sad,
    Now, wept beyond her tears;
    Then again quiet she appears,--
    Always love-mad!

    Thou fool, go in and comfort her!
    When such a head as thine no outlet knows,
    It thinks the end must soon occur.
    Hail him, who keeps a steadfast mind!
    Thou, else, dost well the devil-nature wear:
    Naught so insipid in the world I find
    As is a devil in despair.

    Phoenix-Arachne
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    I Am One in Many and Many in One!
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    Re: Papa Roach and the Campfire kids; Refusing to be a Victim

    #32627 March 29th, 2011
    arctourist.
    arctourist wrote:
    the culture club made a song called victims i think...
    yes here it is....

    Re: Papa Roach and the Campfire kids; Refusing to be a Victim

    #32821 March 30th, 2011
    Shakespeare's Hamlet

    Gravedigger Scene and 'To Be or Not to Be - That is the Question!'




    shiloh
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    Re: Papa Roach and the Campfire kids; Refusing to be a Victim

    32845 March 30th, 2011
    arachne-.31789.
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    A Classic from the Wilderness!



    Arachne-Phoenix by the eXchanger


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