posted June 13, 2013 03:05 PM            

Just sayin'...

LOve & LIght ,
StEphanie
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Got the Wings of Heaven on my Shoes. You know it's all right. It's OK. I'll live to see another day. We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man.

posted July 21, 2013 04:23 PM            

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Originally posted by BiBi DeAngelo:

Part Four of additional information on Ray Neff……
Ray Neff had come across the volume from the latter half of 1864. De-ciphering Baker's message, it's learned that the names of the members of Congress, military officers, bankers, newspapermen and others could be found in Volume One. But as pointed out at the beginning of this issue of Conspiracy Nation, when Baker had died an inventory of his possessions showed that particular volume to be missing.
Conspiracy Nation. Now read in all 50 states. http://www.shout.net/~bigred/cn.html

Additional Links:
http://www.amazon.com/Valley-Shadow-Ray-Neff/dp/094466900X
http://www.dualj.org/bookstore/item_details.aspx?ItemID=0471264814

End of Part Four

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Thanks for the link to Ray's Valley of the Shadow: Civil War in the Shenandoah Valley, BiBi!

I history!

Lol...I have a good Civil War story to share. This past May, my 10-year-old daughter came home from school singing this peculiar song. I asked her if it was one of her songs that she wrote. She said no, it wasn't a song she wrote, but that she had to learn this song for the end-of-the-year school play, a Civil War reenactment.

The song was called "Goober Peas".

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One of the all-time great Southern songs to emerge from the War was "Goober Peas," a tribute to the simple joys of eating peanuts.

As the conflict dragged on, however, the song took on new meaning for hungry Confederate troops, whose rations frequently consisted of nothing but peanuts.

Thanks to Jim Whitesell for contributing the lyrics to this song in memory of Peter Emmanuel Whitesell (33rd Virginia Infantry), John Jefferson Whitesell (2nd Virginia Infantry), Samuel Harrison Whitesell (54th Virginia Infantry), and all of the Whitesell and Riedel families of Virginia's Shenandoah Valley, who sacrificed and suffered during the War Between The States.

GOOBER PEAS
by A. Pindar

Sittin' by the roadside on a summer's day,
Chattin' with my messmates, passing time away,
Lying in the shadows, underneath the trees --
Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas!

CHORUS:
Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas!
Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas!

When a horseman passes, the soldiers have a rule
To cry out at their loudest "Mister, here's your mule!"
But still another pleasure enchantinger than these
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas!

Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas!
Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas!

Just before the battle, the General hears a row;
He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now"!
He turns around in wonder, and what do you think he sees?
The Georgia Militia, eating goober peas!

Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas!
Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas!

I think my song had lasted almost long enough!
The subject's interesting, but rhymes are mighty rough!
I wish this war was over, when free from rags and fleas,
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts and goble goober peas!

Peas! Peas! Peas! Peas! Eating goober peas!
Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas!

When the sheet music for this song was published, the "author" was listed as "A. Pindar, Esq." and the composer of the tune as "P. Nutt, Esq.", names which Irwin Silber tells us every Southerner immediately recognized as synonyms for the lowly peanut.

http://users.civilwarpoetry.org/confederate/songs/gooberx.html

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And probably one of those internal Civil Wars from within follows...

The Planets

we have fought a long and bitter war
my Twin Soul and I

lost and lonely, fallen angels, exiled
from a misty, half forgotten galaxy of stars
wounded cruelly by the painful thrust of Mars
caught in Neptune's tangled web shocked and torn asunder
by the sudden, awful violence of Uranus
tortured by the clever lies of Mercury
crushed beneath the icy weight of stern, unyielding Saturn
who lengthened every hour into a day each day into a year
each year into eternities of waiting

scorched and nearly blinded

by the Sun's exploding bursts of arrogance and pride
as Eve and Adam, stilled and helpless, deep within us cried...

still we fought on in unrelenting fury
striking blow for blow...driven by the pounding drums
of Jupiter's giant, throbbing passions
stumbling at the precipice of the Moon's enticing madness

to fall at last in trembling fear
before the threat of Pluto's ominous tomb like silence
consumed by inconsolable sadness, and the bleakness of despair

we bear...

the wounds and scars of furious battle
I and my Twin Soul

posted September 08, 2013 05:04 PM            

So, I came here to share the excitement of one of my latest book acquisitions as this is one of the few places where people would understand my book joy.
I picked it up from the Friends of the Library in Memphis, TN...

posted December 11, 2013 02:47 AM            

Interesting book ... could you post up what the Table of Contents are listed as... ????

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posted January 03, 2014 08:44 PM            

Here is a new Abe Lincoln link...
http://news.yahoo.com/author-lincoln-mystery-letter-identified-155247972.html

posted January 05, 2014 12:24 AM            

& ,
Stephanie

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Got the Wings of Heaven on my Shoes. I'm a dancin man and I just can't lose. You know it's all right. Its ok. I'll live to see another day. We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man. Whether you're a Brother or whether you're a Mother, you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.

posted March 23, 2014 01:52 PM            

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6L85WLhjQ84

*******CRYSTAL BALL/CRYSTAL VISION at 00:22 seconds.*******

GYPSY - written by STEVIE(Stephanie) NICKS

So I'm back to the VELVET UNDERGROUND
back to the floor that I love
to a room with some lace
and paper flowers
back to the gypsy...that I was...
to the gypsy...that I was...

And it all comes down to you
well you know that it does, well...
Lightning strikes...
maybe once...maybe twice...
oh....and it lights up the night....
and you see your gypsy.......
you see your gypsy....

To the gypsy......
that remains.....
she faces freedom......
with a little fear.....
well i have no fear....
i have only love.....
and if i was a child....
and the child was enough.....
enough for me to love....
enough to love......

She is dancing away from you now
she was just a wish
she was just....a wish
and her memory is all that
is left for you now
you see your gypsy.....
you see your gypsy.....

Lightning strikes...
maybe once...maybe twice....
and it all comes down to you
oooooo......oh....
well it all comes down to you....
lightning strikes...
maybe once....maybe twice....
oh...I still see your bright eyes......bright eyes...
and I've always loved you....
and it all comes down to you
it all comes down to you.....

Copyright: Welsh Witch Music
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GYPSY and GIPSY
The English term gipsy or gypsy originates from the Middle English gypcian, short for Egipcien. It was once believed that the Romanies, or some other Gypsy groups (such as the Balkan Egyptians), originated in Egypt, and in one narrative were exiled as punishment for allegedly harbouring the infant Jesus.

During the 16th and 17th centuries the name was written in various ways: Egipcian, Egypcian, 'gypcian. The word gipsy/gypsy comes from the spellings which had lost the initial capital E, and this is one reason why it is often spelled with the initial g in lowercase.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Names_of_the_Romani_people#Gypsy_and_Gipsy

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Now here I go again, I see the Crystal Vision
I keep my visions to myself
It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams and
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?

posted March 23, 2014 02:17 PM            

STEPHANIE SAYS - VELVET UNDERGROUND written by Lou Reed

Stephanie says that she wants to know
Why she's given half her life, to people she hates now
Stephanie says when answering the phone
What country shall I say is calling from across the world

But she's not afraid to die, the people all call her Alaska
Between worlds so the people ask her 'cause it's all in her mind
It's all in her mind

Stephanie says that she wants to know
Why it is though she's the door
She can't be the room

Stephanie says but doesn't hang up the phone
What seashell she is calling from across the world

But she's not afraid to die, the people all call her Alaska
Between worlds so the people ask her 'cause it's all in her mind
It's all in her mind

They're asking is it good or bad
It's such an icy feeling it's so cold in Alaska,
it's so cold in Alaska, it's so cold in Alaska

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Alaska! That's where Howard Hughes is!

quote:

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Goodman's current literary projects tend to cast further doubt on her credibility—an autobiographical account of reincarnation and a book-in-progress about Howard Hughes, who she claims is alive and living in Alaska. Her dark theories on the case seem equally strange. They involve organized crime and/or the CIA.

http://www.people.com/people/archive/article/0,,20073623,00.html

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posted March 23, 2014 02:20 PM            

LOve & LIght ,
Stephanie

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Got the Wings of Heaven on my Shoes. I'm a dancin man and I just can't lose. You know it's all right. Its ok. I'll live to see another day. We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man. Whether you're a Brother or whether you're a Mother, you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.