The Man in the Moon

Seeeth thou ever the man in the moon?

Searched as a child with never the boon.

In the crescent? I asked. Harvest, or half?

You see him? They’d say, with a half heart-ed laugh.

For years I squinted at the sphere in the air.

Envisioned him at leisure in his rocking chair.

Or was he standing? Or, walking? Or riding a bike?

Soon gave up looking, still as a tyke.

Years passed quickly, ne’er had I seen.

Throughout my boyhood, on through the teens.

Probably they were jeering, of me making fun.

Or, could they really see him? Guess I’m the only one.

I gave up ever looking, a sight I’d never find.

Rarely looked above me, to the moon I was blind.

Grew to be a man,  more important considerations.

Began listening to God —a lonely  heart, my only oblation—

I grew much stronger,  His love grew my faith.

Looking up to thank Him, and there it was—

His beautiful, love filled face.

 

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 Psalm 89:37

It shall be established for ever as the moon, and as a faithful witness in heaven.

Announcing A New Blog Site

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I’m no Ancient Alien Theorist, nor am I wearing a tin foil hat. I  have had two separate personal UFO sighting experiences in my life, however. The two were very similar, and yet 23 years apart. The most recent was back in 1999, one month after losing my home, and everything else I owned to Hurricane Floyd.

Now with all the sightings, and alleged abductions etc. being reported, broadcast, and focused on, I’ve decided to briefly tell of my own experiences, and offer a platform for others to tell their own —anonymously,or publicly—Therefore, I started a new  Wordpress blog solely for that purpose, and have written my first post. Don’t be shy, we’re all here to share, and not judge.

I’m very interested in the sightings of today, and have an entirely different world view on the phenomena than many of the ghost hunters, and Ancient Alien Theorist, but, the facts speak for themselves. The facts are all the same throughout history, therefore, upon careful study we can come to our own conclusions.  Thanks for visiting. 

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New Site Link Below:

Anomalies Above

Are You There, Empire State Building? It’s me, Maya.

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Such a sad reality. Such a well written, heartfelt letter (and post) to try and raise awareness for hurting children. Just a little light in the darkness may be all it would take to save someone else’s Golden Boy-or- Girl… Empire State Building… Not only are you no longer the tallest building in the World. But, the smallest in my eyes. Shine The Gold Already.

Originally posted on ROCKSTAR RONAN:

IMG_8478-0Dear Empire State Building,

About a year ago, a formal application was sent in on behalf of The Ronan Thompson Foundation requesting that one night be lit up Gold to bring awareness to all types of childhood cancer. You see, my son Ronan, died just shy of his 4th birthday from Neuroblastoma, which is one of the deadliest forms of childhood cancer out there. The awareness color for Neuroblastoma is Purple and also just happened to be Ronan’s favorite color. When I filled out the application, it didn’t even cross my mind to ask the Empire State Building to be lit up Purple in honor of my son or any other child out there who had died from this particular form of cancer. I instantly wrote down Gold because it represented ALL 46 children who are diagnosed each day and ALL 7 of them who will die from this disease…

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1 of 5 Gitmo Taliban Released by Obama Spotted in Texas

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Surprise Surprise… No wait, I want you to see my shocked face…

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Originally posted on a12iggymom's Blog:

August 4, 2014

Agenda 21 Radio Sources have confirmed to Agenda 21 Radio that one of the 5 Gitmo Taliban released by President Obama in the Sgt. Bowe Bergdhal prisoner exchange in June has now resurfaced in Texas. According to sources the report of one of the released Taliban came as a result of facial recognition security cameras used at a large shopping mall. The yet unidentified (by name)Taliban was seen in a shopping mall apparently ‘scoping’ the mall. The source stated the pourus border in Texas was cited for the apprent return of the Taliban ex-prisoner.

The Long War Journal has a profile on each of these terrorist and it reads like a list of reasons why none of these individuals should ever be allowed to walk free(in any society).

Mohammad Nabi Omari Mohammad Nabi Omari, senior Taliban leader who served multiple roles

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Mohammad Nabi Omari, senior Taliban leader who served multiple roles

Abdul Haq Wasiq, a former Taliban…

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Telecaster Light Fandango

As some of you who’ve seen my posts know, I am a sucker for the Fender Telecaster Guitar. Any Telecaster, for that matter, as some of my purchases, and photos reveal.

Thus, as I was rummaging a flea market recently, captivated by a little Tele, apparently abandoned by a child who was advancing either to the real thing, ( as this one is a toy) or, anticipating Santa filling their stockings with a whole new batch of toys for Christmas, I thought, either-way, even if it’s  just a toy it is a Telecaster.

Let’s look over here at the paintings,” my wife said. Okay. I responded, her words reverberating, never quite striking a note of recognition in my preoccupied mind.

Something about this little guitar… I couldn’t put my finger on it, ─ as the look in my wife’s eyes said, “It’s Just a Toy!”

Oh … the monsterish look… the seething teeth snarling at me like Lizzie Borden with  her axe, saying;  ”Get over here before I tear your ears off and ─ “

No, not my wife silly, the Telecaster! Okay, okay, the toy telecaster. It’s still a Telecaster!

Something so familiar, seemingly calling my name had me under its spell, causing me to drift into a dream world. Then I remembered rescuing a guy who said there was a “Monster” hiding in his closet a few years ago. I fearlessly went in after that hideous creature, with its samurai sharp, skull crushing claws, and slithery, serpentine, scaled muscular body, grabbed it around the neck, reared my head back in the classic “Mel Gibson head-butting” position and ─                                                            kissed it like a baby!!!

Almost kissed the guy who sold it to me too, but, I didn’t want him to raise the price for the guitar…

You may remember the one featured here: Obey Propaganda Telecaster .

And, of course, as I stated in the post, the “Obey Propaganda Fender Squire Telecaster ” wasn’t my first choice of paint and graphics, but, just like this little toy ─ it is, after-all a Telecaster.

Suddenly, I awakened from my trance, snatched back to reality, when my wife called out; ” Oh, look at this one.”

I turned, barely making out her shapely form meandering through a double row of lanterns, lamps, and shades, when… the light came on in my head…

I  turned again to my little Telecaster (toy) friend, beaming a whole new tune, knowing exactly how to fit him into the shopping cart, and get him back to my little work shop;  with my wife’s harmonious approval, and ─ well, the rest is ‘Telecaster History”

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