George Passed Away !

That 's right...I have a neighbor that passed away...we had known one another for many years...the entire time I have lived in Cumberland. We were both city boys, he being a NewYork Jew, and me being the Washington DC WASP, and we shared so many mutual laughs over that. We moved to Cumberland, Maryland about the same time. He often often said there was a map to Cumberland but not everybody could find it. We feel blessed here. However, life is a strange thing and we had a very bitter falling out. He came to me one day to mend fences sincerely, and a few days later he was found deceased. So, needless to say, seeing the ambulance there at George's home the next day, and knowing he was and had been ill for sometime, it immediately hit me in my gut that he to was gone. Some emails he sent me were the most hurtful and hateful letters I have ever in my life received. So I prayed for him. Times were tense and taut between us, and then he was gone. His sister came from Jersey to get things straight at his home, I was to overwhelmed here to help there, but did my best. Well, George grew up a Jewish man in Jewish family. He was a smart man and well educated. He became a Christian and he built a site called...

www.virtualjesus.org

when he passed I knew I must keep this as a legacy to him. So I paid for two years of licensing for the name and made sure the site stayed put. So I have many questions about what to do, and perhaps you all will make some suggestions to me about what to do with his site. George was a peculiar fellow, and educated man from New York that found his way to the countryside and drank beers and told stories with our "gang of old men" here in our "hood". He is laughing now. I was just going to write a few more things to keep it fresh...fresh in my head that we had mostly great times and friendship. We liked to combine words...many sometimes...to make new words and that was always fun, we always told jokes and puns, and listened to lots of tunes together too. he helped me often when he could and taught me a lot. Perhaps taught a good bit of both good and bad. It is ironic how some folks have so much smarts and then the common sense just seems to escape them...I could be one of these men myself...and George certainly was. What each of us has is Faith. Faith is more powerful then anything except God. We both new that and it was that that prevailed in the end. I am happy to know at the very least he is finally at spiritual peace and is cruising across the universe on a journey like what he thought he would have here on Earth. Our journey is an incredible combination of many things much to great for old Steve to try to explain...the point is...do not sweat it...just enjoy it...and GREAT things will come to pass. I miss the good old George I knew, I miss the laughs, the BBQ's, the beers, the friendship. From different walks of life we shared views on religion, friendship, politics etc...and when you see our picture at a BBQ...you will know we were chums. Until the big BBQ in the sky, you are missed and thought of by friends often. May you be at PEACE as you so desired. I do wish I could have said an even better good-bye. There is nothing men of Faith cannot overcome if they are first peaceful, and then understanding. Seems to me so much of life is perspective, and for crying out loud we all come from and stand in different places most of the time. I, for one, try my best to daily pray first and then try to see where it is from where another comes. I try to patiently understand and offer a hand of friendship first, and always help if wanted. Not everybody wants help either and that is another story entirely. If you have any enemies however little...just mend a fence a little today...take a step of Faith and follow your heart. Use common sense. Of the friends I have mentioned here...I will never again have time on this Earth with them. George, and I know you hear me, know you are missed and Gods plans for you were to take flight abroad and live a fresh life with no demons ever again...you have slipped these surly bonds and have Peace everlasting now. Until you show me how to use my wings, Amen

PS...got to end with a laugh...watching him say Redneck to a local he just met and him meaning it from kindness and they not taking it at all well...well, that is just something you have to see for yourself. SHOCK FACTOR was something George was never short on.


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The Time I Met Dokken LIVE !!! Jaxx, Springfield, Virginia

Once I went to see my teen idol's Dokken (one of many teen idols) live at Jaxx in Springfield, Virginia.

I was drinking a beer before the show and saw a friend of mine named Bob Nalls and proceeded to

ask him what he was doing there. Bob was older then me, and I figured Dokken to perhaps not be his

cup of tea. Bob and I met at the Alexandria Bowling Center in Alexandria, Virginia and would often

throw darts together. He was working in the automobile sales industry at the time...anyway...Bob

said he was the manager...and I was like WTF...can you get me back stage to meet Dokken bro...he

cooly said...not a problem...and so I waited after the show...and there walks in Don Dokken and

George Lynch. I am now truly awe struck...all I could do was tell George how awesome he was and

that he was the baddest guitarist in the land and had some of the most insane riffs I have ever heard.

He actually looked like he dug the compliment deeply...and that was cool...but for the most part I

was so awe struck I was virtually speechless and was 100% thoughtless. Just shows me I must run

my mouth sometimes with no thoughts in my mind to support it. Hope that provokes a laugh. So after

that I went to the bar and grabbed a beer...this was now a private party and the business was closed

otherwise. So here is this guy telling jokes, and I walk over and answer the punchline when this guy

asks me the punchline to a joke he is telling everyone, which is a group of about 30 folks. He looks

surprised I know the answer and says nice to meet you my name is Mic. Well I say, (now using a

strong British accent) Mic...where ya been...it's me Keith...I have been "lookin" for you...he is now

rolling (laughing) and answers me, now using his own made up British accent, my God your a mess I

did not even recognize you!...we all laughed our asses off. He tells two more jokes and you can hear

a pin drop when he is asking them...he looks at me now at the end of each joke and looks at me

like ...well... to finish each one now that I ruined the first. ..and as chance has it I know the punchline

of the next two. These also became the last two, as he saw the jokes were not working as suspected

but had everyone in stitches anyhow. As it finally quiets some, but everyone is still listening for him

to speak, I ask him if he was a Rodie for the band. Now everyone is laughing even louder then before

and they were already so loud it was hard to hear over everyone just before the more quiet period

when I get to ask this question. He looks astonished and so does most everyone around us, and I

wonder how far did my foot get down my mouth this time? He answered me... yeah I know some

guys in the band...I play drums for them. I must have looked dumbfounded or perhaps just plain

dumb. I sing and play guitar...so I guess that is where my focus was earlier in the night watching

them live and then meeting them...because I did not know what Mic Brown even looked like after all

that !!!

... and this was a favorite band of mine and I just watched them from about 15 yards away...I

was standing next to a stack at one time listening to George Lynch just absolutely shred a guitar.

...That was night one...Night two...The next night they were due in Baltimore...and so was I. I drove

to Hammerjacks, arrived a little late, hooked up with friends after the show, as I was suppose to meet

before and be back stage and that just did not happen. So we hooked up afterwards and George asked

me how did I play tonight compared to last night? I was still no doubt awe struck at this moment as

now I am speaking to him for a second night in a row, and simply answered him, "Dude you always

rock!"...and he looked at me grief stricken...like that is all you have to say ( he wanted a real critique

from me because from the night before he new I was good at listening as I told him I played, sang,

and was in the orchestra growing up...so he expected something at least). Looking back, little did I

know that that night I was the embodiment of Beavis. I may be the character he is even based on, as

this happened before his (Beavis') era. Anyway...it was a truly incredible experience to actually meet

these guys. I was so fortunate that they got back together for a tour and that they were in town, and

that I saw a friend and he was good to me. Once again, great things happen when we are good to one

another. I have lived a blessed life and have been fortunate to have fine friends along the way.

Thanks Bob Nalls when you see this...hope to see you soon bro. Maybe I will remember more to this

story...however...as it is written now... this sums it up real well. Moral of the story: Always have

something good to say stored away in memory so you do not pull a very unimpressive impersonation

of Steve ! : ) If you got this far, Thanks for reading and now check out the story of the Burning Bush

I blogged a few days ago...UNBELIEVABLE !!!


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Wish for a Crab Cake Sandwhich

This is one for the ages...how often do we all really eat crab cakes? What a delicacy. Well, we do not eat them often, and even live in Maryland! Rhonda and I were watching television one late evening and she said, out of the complete blue, "I sure could eat a crab cake sandwich." I said sounds good to me too. Well... just so happened that our friend who lives here and rented a room from me worked at a restaurant. He came home and knocked, which he rarely did as he worked late. We answered the door and he had, indeed, a crab cake sandwich in a bag that was leftover from work because someone could not pay for their delivery. This was the only crabcake sandwhich he ever brought us in over a year! Needless to say, Rhonda and I shared in consuming it together and delighted in it with laughter. Nothing like a fun filled favorite free meal from a friend and a wish being answered all at the same time. Random acts of kindness really do have an effect. Thanks Kenny for the sandwich...we love you man. Well, I sure could use a crab cake sandwich.


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VIBRATING UNIVERSE LYRICS WITH FREE STREAMING MobiusTripz MUSIC and Poetry

VIBRATING UNIVERSE

life is vibrating at greater speed
traveling through the fabric of space
harmony is all I can see
such a groovy place

sun shines bright
bathes and soothes us all
wake on springs wings
never fall

it's loves that sets us free
then peace will follow behind
breathe it all in
now it is the time

the calling shatters silence
airwaves do abound
hope you to are listening
what a beautiful sound

tune in and listen
pureness ringing all around
souls on a mission
resonating sounds


its love that makes us quiver
frequencies in harmony
we are lively souls
spread your wings be free

it's loves that sets us free
then peace will follow behind
Breathe it all in
now it is the time

The calling shatters silence
airwaves do abound
hope you to are listening
what a beautiful sound


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Spoke to my friend TC Tolliver from the Plasmatics today

Do you know a real punk rocker ?...I do !

TC Tolliver of The Plasmatics

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"

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The Burning Bush 2010

May 07, 2010

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)

Post back absolutely anything you think...whatever comes to mind...I would like stories, experiences, reading materials etc.

I am looking forward to sharing these things with each of you...just share what you feel right now.


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Wonderful things to do in this incredible area.

Western Maryland, or Mountain Maryland as it is well known, is an area that just grows on you . I knew I would live here the first time I ever arrived in town and that is about 18 to 20 years ago now, and I have now lived here 10. I have never regreted it once. I have fished, hiked, camped, enjoyed Blugrass music (some festivals), traveled, learned and enhanced my life. Do not get me wrong, life gets tough, but there is a spirit here that helps one to persevere. I hope you will enjoy the posting here and post onto the page often as well. I We need everyone that visits here to write just for a few minutes before we are abl;ee to record some wonderful things about our area. We can post things up later with yard sales, freebies, concerts, bingo, etc...this can be a fun place for all to visit everyday. SEE you soon !!!


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