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" MobiusTripz"
Thanks, ~ John "Stephen" Swygert,
~a.k.a.~
"rokkinroll"
Today I spoke with my friend who is an incredible inspiration. He was first a friend, and then I discovered that he played drums...he said it rather mundanely in nature back then when we met maybe in 1986 or 87 roughly. I asked him what what the bands name and he said The Plasmatics. I was, as usual, clueless...life is about staying in tune...anyway...I caught up with him on facebook recently a few times...but the best was today. We always connected so cool ...on only meeting a handful of times, we worked close by to one another, he drove a Cadillac, he had been the drummer of The Plasmatics, an internationally know hard core all out real life punk rock band like none other before it or after. There reputation proceeds their music and their music ain't that bad to say the least. TC will fill in details as we get this blog posting started. He one day came into work where I worked and his hair was as big as the picture I posted here...he said it's cool so check it out. Well I sent him some of my poetry...thought he would dig its cool vibes...he said he loved it and that was like a huge compliment from a friend like TC...see on a handful of chance meetings we have a bond that is deep, and we each remember when we have met. He is cool to come to my home and I to his on the Jersey Shore. That is friendship. I have had many I have know longer never once offer such explicit welcomeness. In a few more words we shared that day, he immediately knew I was filled with light and loved the same God as he. So back to the story...imagine him walking into my work and I have always seen him wearing a beret...well not this day...TC has a fro that went from his shoulders to the ceiling like he was walking and 10000 volts were blasting through...my friend fell on the floor laughing in shock...NOT HATE...he said look at that dude...I looked and gently said...Hey TC...(the picture is great but truly does no justice to the hair from that day) Tony ...looking up from behind the counter at the parts store we worked at stared up at me from where he had bent hiding ashamed of laughing at someone not realizing it was pure shock of seeing something he had never expected. TC said hey back and Tony was staring at me and looked even now more shocked that I knew this "Dude"...I was the young son of an Army Colonel and here was a punk rocker for real...and we are and remain friends. Those are the times that transcend the future. I will never forget the shock on Tony's face...this was wild for that day and age. SHOCKING...Next time I saw TC we were in line paying traffic infractions at the Fairfax County Courthouse...not fun by itself...but what a great place to run into TC and have a chat and make what looked only moments ago terrible ended up being a great time to chat with a friend...until we meet again. TC is Lenny Kravitz cool...warmth and friendliness seem to surround him and he has had an awesome life that he will testify about on occasion here...hopefully often. Yesterday I had a chat with him and just asked him if I could include him in my blog...he was like...of Course...cool bro...go for it...and I just wanted to say thanks bro for granting me a liberal license on my trust with you alone. I hope you dig my tune (poem) I wrote. I posted it up here for anyone else to read...I think it will bring an air of PEACE over you if you take a moment to read it and do enjoy please. So from me and TC...Peace to all and thanks for those that have helped on the way and hope to see you each soon. By the way...my poem is Lenny Kravitz cool too...check it out and write to me or TC here...Peace and Love all
More to be posted soon and please check the poem out and I would love feed back from everyone.
TC said after reading it...very poetic...love it !!!!!!!
Poem is posted under a blog titled, "Vibrating Universe"
So here is my true version of the burning bush for 2010...are you ready for a laugh. On a side note, while reading yesterday, I learned that it was The Word that first existed. That is a story for another time. I have a fire pit in my backyard, and it is big. I gather there often with loved ones and friends... really one in the same. Well yesterday my neighbor threw two rhodedendruns into the fire, and little did he know we had hot coals still in the pit. I saw them smoking and so did he. He knew I was not mad at him per se, but at the same time I was upset about the bushes alive still with so much life and even flowers. He told me to plant them in a sardonic tone I may add, as I imagine he saw genuine hurt or disgust on my face or something close to that nature, as he had dug these bushes up in full bloom. I removed them each and lay the smaller one in the grass. I took the largest by hand and walked around from the back yard to the front yard and the wind blew...I had a thought of the bush burning while I am holding it in my hand and how this would appear to anyone else that may be watching (lots of neighbors, I live in the city, and it was after work hours with folks outside)...and at that time it became alive with flames as the wind gently aired the embers into fire...quite a sight I may say, a bush in full bloom, burning in my hand, while I casually walk to it's new home to plant it. I put the flames out after calling for my fiance, because I just had to have her see me with this in my hand. I then planted it. There were other things going on at these times of these events. At the fire pit upon first obsereving them I knew that I must save them as I was shocked they were entire bushes and not clippings. I then new I shall save them but was not quite motivated as I was preoccupied with my own plansfor my day (selfish). I new I was to save these bushes, and I really wanted some for our front yard so I felt blessed to see them in the fire pit, yet salvageable. My bushes that I had spoke of only a day before were now in my yard. So there I am with bush in hand. I knew it would catch on fire if things were just right, and of course, things were just right, I knew this was a moment that no one would soon forget. So there it wa sin my hand burning, me calling for my fiance, who happened to already be observing me and said how weird it looked to see me calling her and what do I have in hand but a burning bush. Hillarious! She observes that I am calm. I then brought it and the second one to a suitable place, a garden at the front of the home, and planted them and quickly brought each two gallons of water each. Now I must maintain them as they get re-established. The End
These times in life are incredible.
Food for thought:
When the first story of the burning bush was told it was at a time when man needed basic rules, often now seemingly forgotten. This burning bush is about saviour and being snatched out of a pit of fire and reborn. The story and events that transpired are hilarious in every aspect, and I have not told it once without hardy laughter, however the lesson is as strong and as old as is the word. I hope this story gives you great laughter and a sense of freedom in the soul while you laugh and I hope it sparks a pondering inside that is unstoppable...pass this true story along and tell whatever part you like. The last and most beautiful thing about this story is that pretty much no matter how it is told and in what words, the basic fundamental message cannot be changed. Words are powerful but merely concepts. Messages always arrive symbollicly. The universal language is that of symbols. Symbols are visually deciphered by all of us the same way regaurdless of if they are backwards or not, and this is not so all the time with letters that compose words, and often a very similar looking like an m and an n. One must carefully examine what follows in oreder to see which figure is which, how often it occurs and spacing...certainly not at all effective to communicate. mnmmmnnnmmnmnmnmmnmn. Looks almost like what someone may say or a noise one would make after eating an Oreo cookie...so then that could evolve to the symbol of a cookie. I think all children know what a cookie is, and at least if some do not, they too certainly should in this day and age. There was a time in language where some people (tribes) were either confused or purposely wrote backwards, perhaps even spoke backwards as evidence would show from reading ancient writings and studying ancient artifacts, and examining photos of artifacts. DaVinci is alone a great example as he wrote backwards (like as in a mirror, not just with the letters in the opposite positions but rather entirely backwards to the extreme). Here is yet another odd example. Just look on wikipedia for the city of "Nineveh", a city first mentioned in Genesis. It is across the river from what is now Mosul. You must think at this point and read what is at this link, otherwise, unless you have this knowledge, the rest of what you read here may not make much sense what so ever. Please read the links. Near where I reside is a city called Piken, ( I reside in Cumberland, maryland, and this city is in Maryland as well) however the way it is spelled is rather opposite of what we think as common today. if you look on a map it is Nekip. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pekin,_Maryland, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikep,_Maryland, go ahead and look at the link and observe the map, They are indeed one of the same, and the only real way to believe is either heed the word here or go visit some locals. If you know of another town named and spelled like this, I want to hear about it, this is a fascinating occurence. Well, I hope the story was entertaing and perhaps left you scratching your head. God Bless, Steve Swygert (John)
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I am looking forward to sharing these things with each of you...just share what you feel right now.
