posted December 26, 2013 12:18 AM            

"8 Goths and 22 Norweigans on exploration journey from Vinland over the west. We camp by 2 skerries one day-journey from this stone. We were and fished one day. After we came home, 10 men red with blood and tourtured. Ave Maria, save from evil.

Have 10 men by the sea to look after our ship, 14 day -journeys from this island year 1362."

The translation of this stone sparked an international search to find out if it could possibly be genuine. The Minnesota Historical society appointed five scholars to investigate, and after a year and half of work reported the stone genuine.

The Kensington Runestone is 31 inches high, 16 inches wide, six inches thick and weighs 202 pounds.

posted April 20, 2014 04:41 AM            

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Originally posted by Thorshammer: Michael says,

"Hello everyone its me, the "Magic child"...I'm wondering and extremely curious, not to mentioned befuddled as to the lack of response either in statement or question form or simply a Howdy do from those of you on this website. Don't misunderstand me, I'm not upset mind you, its just that my mother is in my head right now and in her true Aries way, she too is saying to me: "Where are they all hiding? Are they stunned to the fact that you are on this website, are they being overly respectful of your privacy or are they taking their time to formulate the right things to say or ask?" And I myself want you all to know that this is my coming out because of the fact that speaking with my friends and Thorshammer, there seems to be a honest and true hunger for more information, Knowledge and Love.

So Please, Step up to the "MIKE" and I will do my best to represent my mother as she would have me do.

Sincerely,

Micheal A. Goodman

I

EXPECT A MIRACLE

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SPACE DOG - TORI AMOS - UNDER THE PINK

Way to go Mr. Microphone
show us all what you don’t know
centuries secret societies
he’s our commander still space dog

so sure we were on something
your Feet are finally on the ground he said
so sure we were on something
your Feet are just on the ground girl

rain and snow our engines
have been receiving your eager call
there’s Colonel DirtyFishydishcloth
he’ll distract her good don’t worry so

and to the one you thought was on your side
she can’t understand she truly believes the lie

Lemon Pie he’s coming through
our commander still
Space dog lines secure Space dog

Deck the halls I’m young again I’m you again
racing turtles the grapefruit is winning
seems i keep getting this story twisted
so where’s Neil when you need him
deck the halls it’s you again it’s you again
somewhere someone must know the ending
Is she still Pis-sing in the River now?
heard she’d gone moved into a trailer park

so sure those girls now are in the Navy those bombs our friends can’t even hurt you now and hold those tears cause they’re still on your side don’t hear the dogs barking don’t say you know we’ve gone Andromeda stood with those girls before the Hair in pairs it just got nasty and now those girls are gone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCy75GI6M0o

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My Piscean friend says he finds it to be a helpful distinction to think of a Fish swimming upstream as a Pisces (pronounced to rhyme with Pie-sees) and a Fish swimming downstream as a Pi*s -eez (pronounced to rhyme with Hiss-eez).

~ Love Signs Page 803

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ICICLE - TORI AMOS - UNDER THE PINK

Icicle Icicle where are you going
I have a hiding place when Spring Marches in
will you keep watch for me
I hear them calling
gonna lay down gonna lay down

greeting the monster in our Easter dresses
Father says bow your head like the Good Book says
well I think the Good Book is missing some pages
gonna lay down gonna lay down

and when my hand touches myself
I can finally rest my head
and when they say ‘take of his body’
I think I’ll take from mine instead

Getting off getting off
while they’re all downstairs
singing prayers sing away
he’s in my Pumpkin p.j’s
lay your book on my chest
feel the Word feel the Word
feel the Word feel it

I could have I should have
I could have flown you know
I could have I should have
I didn’t so

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGbd2Kx7aSE

LOve & LIght ,
FishAreFish

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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 April 20, 2014 06:54 AM            

Anastasia is a personal name and the female form of the Greek male name Anastasius/Anastasios, meaning "resurrection." The name, and its male counterpart, were often given to Greek children born around December 22 or around Easter during the early days of Christianity.

It is the name of several early saints. Anastasia of Sirmium, a 2nd-century Christian saint martyred at Sirmium, is commemorated during the second Mass on Christmas Day each year according to the traditional calendar of the Roman Catholic Church. She is no longer commemorated on Christmas Day according to the Vatican II calendar. She is the patron saint of weavers. The best known Anastasia is from the Russian royal family murdered by the Bolsheviks, the youngest daughter of Nicholas II of Russia, Grand Duchess (Romanova) Anastasia Nikolaevna.

YES, ANASTASIA - TORI AMOS - UNDER THE PINK

I know what you want the magpies have come
If you know me so well then tell me which hand I use

Make them go make it go
Saw her there in the restaurant Poppy don't go

I know your Mother is a Good One
But Poppy don't go I'll take you home

Show me the things that I've been missin'
Show me the ways I forgot to be speaking
Show me the ways to get back to the Garden

Show me the ways to get around the get around
Show me the ways to button-up buttons
That have forgotten they're buttons
Well we can't have that forgetting that

Girls girls what have we done
what have we done to ourselves-yes

Driving on the vine over clothes lines
But Officer I saw The Sign

Thought I'd been through this in 1919
Counting the tears Of Ten Thousand men
And gathered them all but my Feet are slipping
There's something we left on the windowsill
There's something we left yes

We'll see how brave you are
We'll see how fast you'll be running
We'll see how brave you are
Yes, Anastasia
And I know your dollies have friends

Thought she deserved no less than she'd give
Well Happy Birthday her blood's on my hands
It's kind of a shame cause I did like that dress
It's funny the things that you find in the rain
The things that you find in the mall and in the date-mines
In the knots still in her hair
On the bus I'm on my way down on my way down
All the girls seem to be there

We'll see how brave you are -oh yes
We'll see how fast you'll be running
We'll see how brave you are
We'll see

We'll see how brave you are -oh yes
We'll see how fast you'll be running
We'll see how brave you are
Yes, Anastasia

Come along now little darlin'
Come along now with me
Come along now little darlin'
We'll see how brave you are...

posted April 20, 2014 09:16 AM            

You seem distrait. I hope this Eclipse Transit sees you though okay.

Yet again, I have to say:

My daughter watched that movie two days ago.

(Anastasia, my Anastasia...)

And I was surprised you didn't play "Crucify."

This is the one I like.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSVQaVJtKwQ

"Girl"
(Tori Amos)

From in the shadow she calls
And in the shadow she finds a way
Finds a way
And in the shadow she crawls

Clutching her faded photograph
My image under her thumb
Yes, with a message from my heart
Yes, with a message from my heart

She's been everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own

And in the doorway they stay
And laugh as violins fill with water
Screams from the bluebells
Can't make them go away

Well I'm not seventeen
But I've cuts on my knees
Falling down as the winter
Takes one more cherry tree

She's been everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own

Rushin' rivers, thread so thin, limitation
Dreams with the flying pigs, turbin blue and the drugstores too
Safe in their coats and in their do's, yeah
Smother in our hearts a pillow to my dots

And in the mist there she rides
Castles are burning in my heart
And as I twist I hold tight
And I ride to work every morning wondering why

Sit in the chair and be good now
Oh and become all that they told you
The white coats enter her room
And I'm callin' my baby, callin' my baby, callin' my baby, callin'

Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own
Everybody else's girl
Maybe one day she'll be her own

Songwriters
Tori Amos

posted August 08, 2014 10:11 AM            

I'm SO worried. Last time I talked to Michael, there was no power...now I can't get though on the phone.

posted August 11, 2014 03:28 PM            

They're still okay, but he really needs a ladder and chainsaw.
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