Sister Rosetta Tharpe Live in 1964.


From brainpickings.org The Godmother of Rock & Roll: Sister Rosetta Tharpe Live in Manchester, 1964 “I’m singing, oh I’m singing in my soul, when the troubles roll, I sing from morn’ till night, it makes my burdens light…” Sister Rosetta Tharpe — reconstructionist, gospel music’s first superstar, the godmother of rock and roll, “the original […]

Angels Watching!


From Gypsy Spirit Wind : Mages gather, faeries unite, The world is troubled, earth is torn. Astral beings gathering strength, Against the rising, terrible force, … The beast has risen, now awake, This path must run its course. The sirens call, the banshees wail, The armies will assemble, Angels will gather arms of light, Living and […]

For The Children! – Pause.


From Lieven Grillaert Just found this….. nice 🙂 :::: ====> Twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38   when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate.   Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.   They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.   They were filled with such joy, they didn’t […]

~ Iroquois Thanksgiving ~ Pause!


From Sheila Kuhn We return thanks to our mother, the earth, which sustains us. We return thanks to the rivers and streams, which supply us with water. We return thanks to all herbs, which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases. We return thanks to the moon and stars, which have given to us […]

Om Mani Padme Hung Mandala Thangka.


Thangkas Thangkas are portable paintings of Buddhist deities. Traditionally mounted in a brocade fabric, they are rolled up and taken along on journeys. Each Thangka we sell is hand painted in Kathmandu Nepal by a Tibetan artisan who has studied for years with master thangka painters. Wonna buy? See the link!

Death’s Sweet Voice


I had spluttered into life Onto a path of bitter strife From the darkness of a womb Into brightness from the gloom But life’s journey always ends Within the blackness of a tomb A lost love once made me cry I had seen my chance pass by Death’s sweet voice entrances She smiles and she […]

Present from Lieven 10.


Lieven Grillaert earth’d up, here lies an imp o’ hell, planted by Satan’s dibble; poor silly wretch, he’s damned himsel’, to save the Lord the trouble…., 16 years cannot be doomed, only youth will be mistaken damn darn damn