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HOW IMPORTANT ARE OUR POLITICS, OUR RELIGION, OUR MONEY and OUR BODIES WHEN WE SEE THEM FROM 200 MILES ABOVE EARTH?
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Poetry by Lawrence R. Spencer. Poetic nonsense by Lawrence R. Spencer and others. Haiku poems by Lawrence R. Spencer.
75 BILLION DEAD
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75 BILLION HUMAN BEINGS HAVE LIVED ON EARTH IN RECORDED HISTORY. WHERE ARE THEY NOW?
However, if you are reincarnated (take up a new body) every 40 years, or so, on the average, how many lifetimes might you have lived on Earth? According to the Top Secret Military transcripts published in the book ALIEN INTERVIEW, large numbers of Immortal Spiritual Beings (IS-BEs) were delivered to Earth beginning about 12,000 years ago, and continuously since that time. Assuming that you were one of the original “prisoners” sentenced to live on Earth, may could have already lived as many of 300 lifetimes on Earth! (more or less, depending on when you arrived, how long each body lived, how frequently you got a new body, etc.).
Halloween (All Halloweds Day) is an observance and celebration of The Spirit of Our Ancestors. Well, what if WE ARE our ancestors? According to the principle of Reincarnation we are really honoring ourselves, and all of the other Immortal Spiritual Beings who have inhabited, and continue to inhabit and re-inhabit bodies on Earth. And, let’s not forget the multitude of Spiritual Beings who inhabit all Life Forms on Earth — whales, porpoises, elephants, wolves and horses, for example. The Spirits, who manifest themselves as Ghosts, Poltergeists, Demons, Apparitions, Angels, Gods, and Disembodied Souls may very well be our Brothers and Our Sisters.
Honor the dead with the reverence and dignity they deserve.
BY ONESELF
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The Dhammapada (Pāli; Prakrit: धम्मपद Dhamapada; Sanskrit: धर्मपद Dharmapada) is a collection of sayings of the Buddha in verse form and one of the most widely read and best known Buddhist scriptures. The original version of the Dhammapada is in the Khuddaka Nikaya, a division of the Pali Canon of Theravada Buddhism.
MILAREPA
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Jetsun Milarepa (c. 1052 – c. 1135 CE) is generally considered one of Tibet’s most famous yogis and poets.
Milarepa is famous for many of his songs and poems, in which he expresses the profundity of his realization of the dharma. Through the illustration of his own life, Milarepa set for all Buddhists an example of the perfect Bodhisattva, and a model of the incorruptible life of a genuine practitioner of Buddhist Tantrism. His life is an unmistakable testimony to the unity an interdependency of all Buddhist teachings – Theravada, Mahayana, and Vajrayana – for Buddhahood is not attainable if any of the three is lacking. He made it clear to all that poverty is not a kind of deprivation, but rather is a necessary way of emancipating oneself from the tyranny of material possessions; that Tantric practice by no means implies indulgence and laxity, but hard labor, strict discipline, and steadfast perseverance; that without resolute renunciation and uncompromising discipline, as Gautama Buddha Himself stressed, all the sublime ideas and dazzling images depicted in Mahayana and Tantric Buddhism are no better that magnificent illusions.
WHISTLIN’ PAST THE GRAVEYARD
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Whistling Past The Graveyard, by Tom Waits. (Covered by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins)
“Well I come in on a night train
with an arm full of box cars
on the wings of a magpie
cross a hooligan night
and I busted up a chifforobe
way out by the cocomo
cooked up a mess a mulligan
and got into a fight.
Whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
i’m a mean motherhubbard
papa one eyes jack.
You probably seen me sleepin’
out by the railroad tracks
go on and ask the prince of darkness
what about all thet smoke
come from the stack
sometimes I kill myself a jackel
suck out all the blood
steal myself a stationwagon
drivin’ through the mud
whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
I’m mean motherhubbard
papa one-eyed jack.
I know you seen my headlights
and the honkin’ of my horn
I’m callin’ out my bloodhounds
chase the devil through the corn
last night I chugged the mississippi
now that suckers dry as a bone
born in a taxi cab
I’m never comin’ home
whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
I’m mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack
myeyes have seen the glory
of the drainin’ og the ditch
Ionly come to baton rouge
to find myself a witch
I’m-mona snatch me up a
couple of em every time itrains
you see a locomotive
probably thinkin’ its a train
whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
I’m a mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack.
what you think is the sunshine
is just a twinkle in my eye
that ring around my fingers
just the 4th of july
when I get a little bit lonesome
and a tear falls from my check
theres gonna be an ocean in
the middle of the week.
whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
i’m mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack
I rode into town on a night train
with an arm full of box cars
on the wings of a magpie
cross a hooligan night
i’m-ona tear me off a rainbow
and wear it for a tie
I never told the truth
so I can never tell a lie
whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
I’m mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack.