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Hi, fellow surfer. I'm Moonsinger, and this is yet another
attempt to communicate with as many people in the world as
possible. What a trip this net-thing has turned out to be!
I'm interested in philosophies, science fiction,
movies, music (mostly jazz/new age),
gardening, animals and
their welfare, vegetarianism,
ceramics (real clay and fimo,
too), and mysteries of life.
A new dawn comes to life every 24 or so manmade hours, and with each
dawn,
the realization that this is a really fantastic world,
with truly
diverse species.
I believe we as the human species MUST begin to treat all
other species better than we do now, including our own species.
Another belief
of mine is that communication is
one of the keys with which to open that
door of positive evolution.
One way I'm communicating is with some songs
I've written and recorded that
more or less give thanks for all that
surrounds us.
If interested in learning more about that, email me.
We ate no flesh in Eden, but afterwards,
when things got hard,
we forgot the peaceful kinship
of that ancient kingdom.
As our teeth sank into their flesh
we had to deny them,
So we said they had no souls, no reason,
no thumbs, no speech.
We were so different.
We made a chain of things to protect us --
fire, medicine,
our locking houses,
many kinds of clothes.
And we renamed them -- farm product,
fur crop, renewable resource.
Pray that we will see their faces again
in the mirror of creation,
the miracle of animals, their clear eyes
meaning more than profit to our own.
---Jean Pearson---
All the animals who had been ill and old
are restored to health and
vigor;
those who were hurt or maimed
are made whole and strong again,
just as
we remember them in our dreams of
days and times gone by.
The
animals are happy and content,
except for one small thing:
they each
miss someone very special,
someone who was left behind.
They all run and play together,
but the day comes when one suddenly
stops and
looks into the distance.
His bright eyes are intent;
his eager
body begins to quiver.
Suddenly, he breaks from the group,
flying over
the green grass, faster and faster.
You have been spotted,
and when you
and your special friend finally meet,
you cling together in joyous
reunion,
never to be parted again.
The happy kisses rain upon your face;
your
hands again caress the beloved head,
and you look once more into those
trusting eyes,
so long gone from your life,
but never absent from your
heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...
*Author Unknown*
by Lisa Levine
Hidden away in a wire crate, he is left alone for most of the day.
Day after day.
The barriers keep him tight, with sides so close to his body there is barely enough room
to stretch comfortably or to stand up straight.
The muzzle strapped around his face keeps him quiet.
He is a living creature, but has no life, only time.
Time to stare, to sleep, and most of all, to wait.
Wait for the next race, where he will run his heart to its limit.
For this is all he knows about living.
So eager to cross the finish line.
Just wanting to please.
Maybe if he wins he'll be showered with affection and a warm touch.
Not in this lifetime.
Not in his short lifetime.
All he will be showered with is a cold stream of water to hose off the sweat,
before
retruning to his crate.
His brothers and sisters share this lonely and inhumane existence, helpless in their
colony of solitary waiting rooms.
Warm bodies separated by the wire grids.
Desperate eyes searching for others to bond in momenta of silence.
whispers at night are solace in the dark.
His heart tells him there is more than waiting numbly for the next race.
Companionship and the soothing sound of a voice, the softness of a touch, the
securtiy of a hug--he has never had them but knows they would feel just fine.
Just being, just living.
Comforts so unlike his current fate.
The life of a dog, yes, even a Greyhound dog is all he dreams of , I think.
The dreams fill his days, all alone, muzzled and cramped in his crate.
You can miss what you never had.
He is living proof.
Other forms of communication work, too.
If you want to dialogue about
all the endless possibilities in this universe,
I've an open mind and an
email address.
If commonalities are of concern, I:
and his portrayal of Hercules, So please, click here for my tribute to Kevin Sorbo
and
his rockin' hot new movie,
KULL THE CONQUEROR! Go rent it!
It's awesome!
on the off-chance a literary agent happens
onto this page,
I'm semi-desperately seeking one. I have written or co-written about 20 science fiction,
action-adventure, original storyline,
filled with rock and roll screenplays.
By the way, I'm an "Amazon Associate", which means I can
help you find books you might be interested in.
Please go here
I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my
imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge.
Knowledge is limited.
Imagination encircles the world.
Albert Einstein
"When the last individual of a race of living things breathes
no more,
another Heaven and another Earth must pass before such a one
can be again."
W. Beebe
Walt Disney
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