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Across My Universe

So, I pleasured my senses by watching "Across The Universe" for the twentieth time. As usual, I had tears roll down my cheeks, at certain points. Emotion. Emotion. Emotion. Brought on by the mystical lyrics of Masters Lennon and McCartney. Or perhaps not.....perhaps not. Perhaps brought on by my memories of the Cultural Revolution I was blessed to live in and through during my formable years. There can never be a repetition of the gift given to modern society by the Beatles. That t-shirt has been worn. Their's was the catalyst of the dawning of the age of Aquarius. The frontal mass of the Army of Peace. It amazes me that a simple, poetic, well thought written song or, rather, a collection of songs, can bring forth such emotional thought processes in so great a number of souls. Mankind can never witness a feat as this again. Because they have surpassed the simplicity of the message. Ninety nine percent of modern day music carries little or no meaning (other then "m

BABY, I CAN FEEL YOUR HALO

There are numerous avenues and ways in which to offer up thanks and gratitudes for Blessings that Be. Which one of these is best sincere to show such? I know not, therefore I merely go with my instinctive inner voice. "I offer my gratitude to The Creators for the life I have been given in this multiverse and space/time continuum. I am humbled by their gifts of trials, tribulations, conflicts and woes. For without these I would not be aware of the true gifts of success, overstanding, resolution and joy." In my adolescent "Walk with Dann" I have seen, accomplished and experienced far more then most men. I have witnessed violence, I have experienced violence and I have been victimized by violence. In my senior "Walk" I have witnessed peace, experienced the 'turning of the other cheek' and held my hand out to the victim. Life is like the Spirit of the Ocean. She can be a mighty mean 'Whore' or a calming 'Lady'. It all depends on how and

The Original Hippie

I was recently asked if I believed in Jesus Christ. What anxiety this raised within me - it was though I had been waiting for some soul to ask me this deep question. Here is my mindset on this controversial topic. I definitely believe in Jesus. I believe he walked upon this big blue marble. I believe he spread the words of the Creators. I believe he was a man who was ahead of his time in the area's of logic, societal disposition and culture. Jesus was a man. I do NOT believe he was the SON OF GOD. (Where is Mrs. God?) Whoa, now I have stepped into it........so, here I go.............. Jesus was a Prophet. Jesus was a peaceful, gentle scholar who wished only to make an immature society overstand the reality of spiritualism and human reality. Jesus was the original Hippie. Jesus was born at the wrong time. Jesus was persecuted for his overstanding of what this plain of existence was, is and shall be. In the rock opera, "Jesus Christ Superstar", the

Is Poverty Criminal?

Be it criminal to be living in poverty? In Toronto it appears as so. Reverend Justin was recently fined $65 for 'aggressively' selling the "Street News" - this just peeves me to no end!!! I can overstand the penalizing of an over aggressive pan handler. I cannot overstand the fine for hawking a newspaper In my youth it was common place to hear the bawk of the local corner newspaper person constantly saying, "Times Paaaaaaper!!! Get your Times!!!". I am positive that never were they fined for their efforts to make mere pocket change. I hope all can overstand that the Street News was/is developed to allow for those living in poverty to earn a few measly dollars without lowering themselves to BEGGING for your pennies. The few dollars they earn may mean the difference between being hungry (again) or not - between sleeping on a subway grate or not. $65 is not much to the working soul, but to someone with ten cents in their pocket it can be a whole months groceri

HERE I AM

Here I am, alone in a crowded life. Here I am, can you feel the dampness of my shed tears? Here I am, reaching out for solice. Here I am, crying from life. Here I am, living in The Light. Here I am, shaking in my fright. Here I am, asking for love. Here I am, releasing Little White Doves. HERE - I AM But, WHERE - WHERE, Do I STAND? Simply put...I am Dann JUST AS I AM