Theory of Reconstruction AO
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%22EXHIBEO_Ver_Batim%22
"EXHIBEO Ver Batim"From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia"EXHIBEO Ver Batim", by definition:
A portion of a philoshy of the universe that will unite or become The Unifying Universal Theory, or Theory of Everything, as so many seek, as written by John Stephen Swygert
as defined philisophicly with Biblical reference, and innateness in us each undeniable by any science, as well as utilining what sciece hast taught man, and mandkind collectively and what we are to do with it, as we have gained a larger understanding in this Green Era.
Green Era reference:
http://www1.eere.energy.gov/wip/news_detail.html?news_id=16404
There is the famous Derrida's philoshy of as he is the Father of Deconstruction.
http://newderrida.wordpress.com/
and this would reflectively mirror many if not all, but equally compliment it and thus ppaint a larger picture to envision along with his theories, as they are in natural opposition, and the contrast always bring forth knowledge and vision, such does our fortunate visible light spectrum most of us enjoy on a daily basis.
and There is now this new theory named "Theory of Reconstruction AO, or "Theory of Reconstruction, which is just a single datapacket in the larger picture not yet entirey equated upon other quantitaive data, until I finish printing the entire concept, which will be a part of my life's work.
Einstein use to visit near here in Western Maryland,
http://philosophyofscienceportal.blogspot.com/2008/04/einstein-relaxed.html
Such as the likes of Ford, Firestone, Edison, and Burroughs, amoungst others (Collectively known as The Vagabonds)
http://www.henryfordestate.org/vagabonds2.htm
and even perhaps my very own Great Grandfather R.J.H. Deloach, a close business assosiate but better yet, dear friend. Who camped with them often, possibly not however on this trip through Western Maryalnd, although not yet 100% either proven or disproven.
My great Granfather wrote a biograhy on John Burroughs, his very close friend, associate, and equaled naturalist.
http://www.biblio.com/books/239697572.html
Part of this theory is a prayer I have written...please read and find peace...so we can rebuild what will become salvation on every level of imagination.
Its time to all love our God's respectively as One, recognize prophets be them diciples, sons of, seers, ad infintum. So Celestial Joy to all of you now and each day forward I pray. It's time to further celebrate as one, unting and embracing each others beauty and inspired uniquness, our greatest assett, life. Blessings to absolutely anyone that reads this...A message to transcend the net and spread beauty swiftly. "EXHIBEO Ver Batim" Defintion" Offer only as is written, all in language we feel as we feel in our soul which resides in the flesh from hence backwards through time we've been made. Trust what you trust and know...did you say I Love You to anyone today? Loves comes only from Love shared, from which forth brings only Peace. Rejoice while passing this along to your friends now in mind.
http://mountainmaryland.blogspot.com/2010/12/definition-of-pentameter-as-defined.html
Great assorted topics, true stories, brilliant ideas, wonderful photographs, and honest reporting. As well as my music, " MobiusTripz" Thanks, ~ John "Stephen" Swygert, ~a.k.a.~ "rokkinroll"
Saturday, December 4, 2010
"EXHIBEO Ver Batim"The definition of the pentameter as defined newly by rokkinroll of MobiusTripz.
"Cum Animus eo ire itum Prontius"
The definition of the pentameter as defined newly by rokkinroll of MobiusTripz. John Stephen Swygert
It is quite simply,
In modern English:
"The Spirit Traveling forward"
...more properly named in Latin and its correct and proper name therfore:
"Cum Animus eo ire itum Prontius"
This newly defined pentameter exists equally in all artist's work through out the arts and through all of time no matter the media used for expression, it was languange before utterance became word and is what makes he the artis who He is.
The Book states from thought, emerged name, which produced sound, and that sound was Logos in that example, and then Logos became word, which then bacame flesh, and from hence forth all things living.
Not some things, but ALL things.
The universal language of music is in us each, forget that never I pray.
It unites, shares, and always collectively and individually eventually is seen from a perspective of what it said just by existing through peopels senses and then into influence as no other can inspire in the mortal soul, and how it changed something, often ERAS, no matter how minute, or how massive, even if as massive as the outbreak of war, a skirmish, gladiators, a conflict, call it what you will and once again I will say ad infinum. It always wins in the End, because it truly Is the Alpha and the Omega!
Triumph is always his who heeds this knowledge, no matter the perils and thrills of life.
If you see this as wrong, explain to me my flaws, as I pray to better see things in an even more enlightened state. I welcome communication anytime through this site. Other wise I pray reading this new concept has enhanced you spirit forever more, be cause in He who is me is Love for Free.
Living life itself, is an art itself, each us an artist, on a time frabic canvas, watching things of infulense or inspiration go by as we age, painting a picture unable to be recorded, as the only One can see.
Life is an art. In Art exists science, an unfortunately science often overlooks the beauty of art as an inherent flaw, sauch as we.
Artistic expression flows from each one our own's channel of the devinely inspired angels singing in our spirit, which we process in our chemical biological body and then process each eindividually as thought and collectively analyze them from our very perfectly uniqe perspective are then inspired to create.
Legacys are left by art from artists, while often the artis is left in rags.
Greed in not the artist friend, and with fame has brought death too often in the end.
amd even through this "traveling through helll" at times like life, As Churchill said, "If you are going through hell, keep on going"
Because if you stop your dead, and if you keep on going, which only inspired Faith brings, you will go actuall through hell, thus meaning more deeply that there exists something better after you travel through.
This is a universal law known by any and all that have suffered, and we each have suffered.
So as our Spirt is Traveling forward, it lives, thrives, suffers, learns I pray, Both Loves and Hurts, ad infinitum.
and the very beauty and poewer of latin lets me portary that entire concept with such few words.
Latin uses words that are more symbolic and meaninful then any known langaue.
A mere letter is an entire firld of collective concepts at times.
I am working through my arts on a Universal Theory of The Univers, and this is just a part of a chronicle of mine upon my exploration.
As my spirit travels forward, so do I.
Who in us really has no spirt. We each innately know this and certainly cannot use moedern science to prove what we already each know, because from a scientific point of view what would trying to prove it to start with scientificall even make sense.
God is the Spirit in each of us, and that is a truth we will all learn, beleiver today or not!
These are not my opinions I write so candidly, but they are my set of facts as life has shom me as an individual like no oter before or after, most certainly acceptable by all that read as a fact as well.
Tune is to His channel, believe the visions only grand, and walk by you master hand in hand.
Maters not what you call your master anymore.
We each know lifes no accident, argument I pray be no more.
Pray this with me now, and watch your world change, because with great vision in mind, the view is rearranged,
the gates of heaven open, the treasures are all bare,
realizing the treasure is now, not gold, silver or cab fair.
I write this as an example of sp[ontaneous inspired writing.
It is what I know and what is true for me and to me undeniable, still understand from each we see a different view.
So again an entire cocept, once studied, learned, created, and defined thrust us towards that path which we take.
When the gut in any way turns, turn youself the other way,
seek answers from peers, by defintion moraled men,
act upon sound advise quick, time is not meant to idly waste away.
So live your spirt as it travels through, it always tells what next proper to do,
any thing else is a clear plain lie,
as fallen civilizations have proved over time.
I pray having read this far you see this as The Answer in a way we kno we should all live, as cliche as it sounds, and certainly should not, language has been too distorted, souly due to the sin of man, fliing empires on sale for a mere dime.
Paryers and Psalms of peace and Grace, steve "rokkinroll Swygert of MobiusTripz
If you have read this, know you are blessed! Matters not by who you think,
A shared concept of what he is, not how and who and what, beauty to be had in a time of blink.
I close with this Prayer:
Its time to all love our God's respectively as One, recognize prophets be them diciples, sons of, seers, ad infintum. So Celestial Joy to all of you now and each day forward I pray > It's time to further celebrate as one, unting and embracing each others beauty and inspired uniquness, our greatest assett, life. Blessings to absolutely anyone that reads this...A message to transcend the net and spread beauty swiftly. "EXHIBEO Ver Batim" Defintion" Offer only as is written, all in language we feel as we feel in our soul which resides in the flesh from hence backwards through time we've been made. Trust what you trust and know...did you say I Love You to anyone today? Loves comes only from Love shared, from which forth brings only Peace. Rejoice while passing this along to your friends now in mind.
The definition of the pentameter as defined newly by rokkinroll of MobiusTripz. John Stephen Swygert
It is quite simply,
In modern English:
"The Spirit Traveling forward"
...more properly named in Latin and its correct and proper name therfore:
"Cum Animus eo ire itum Prontius"
This newly defined pentameter exists equally in all artist's work through out the arts and through all of time no matter the media used for expression, it was languange before utterance became word and is what makes he the artis who He is.
The Book states from thought, emerged name, which produced sound, and that sound was Logos in that example, and then Logos became word, which then bacame flesh, and from hence forth all things living.
Not some things, but ALL things.
The universal language of music is in us each, forget that never I pray.
It unites, shares, and always collectively and individually eventually is seen from a perspective of what it said just by existing through peopels senses and then into influence as no other can inspire in the mortal soul, and how it changed something, often ERAS, no matter how minute, or how massive, even if as massive as the outbreak of war, a skirmish, gladiators, a conflict, call it what you will and once again I will say ad infinum. It always wins in the End, because it truly Is the Alpha and the Omega!
Triumph is always his who heeds this knowledge, no matter the perils and thrills of life.
If you see this as wrong, explain to me my flaws, as I pray to better see things in an even more enlightened state. I welcome communication anytime through this site. Other wise I pray reading this new concept has enhanced you spirit forever more, be cause in He who is me is Love for Free.
Living life itself, is an art itself, each us an artist, on a time frabic canvas, watching things of infulense or inspiration go by as we age, painting a picture unable to be recorded, as the only One can see.
Life is an art. In Art exists science, an unfortunately science often overlooks the beauty of art as an inherent flaw, sauch as we.
Artistic expression flows from each one our own's channel of the devinely inspired angels singing in our spirit, which we process in our chemical biological body and then process each eindividually as thought and collectively analyze them from our very perfectly uniqe perspective are then inspired to create.
Legacys are left by art from artists, while often the artis is left in rags.
Greed in not the artist friend, and with fame has brought death too often in the end.
amd even through this "traveling through helll" at times like life, As Churchill said, "If you are going through hell, keep on going"
Because if you stop your dead, and if you keep on going, which only inspired Faith brings, you will go actuall through hell, thus meaning more deeply that there exists something better after you travel through.
This is a universal law known by any and all that have suffered, and we each have suffered.
So as our Spirt is Traveling forward, it lives, thrives, suffers, learns I pray, Both Loves and Hurts, ad infinitum.
and the very beauty and poewer of latin lets me portary that entire concept with such few words.
Latin uses words that are more symbolic and meaninful then any known langaue.
A mere letter is an entire firld of collective concepts at times.
I am working through my arts on a Universal Theory of The Univers, and this is just a part of a chronicle of mine upon my exploration.
As my spirit travels forward, so do I.
Who in us really has no spirt. We each innately know this and certainly cannot use moedern science to prove what we already each know, because from a scientific point of view what would trying to prove it to start with scientificall even make sense.
God is the Spirit in each of us, and that is a truth we will all learn, beleiver today or not!
These are not my opinions I write so candidly, but they are my set of facts as life has shom me as an individual like no oter before or after, most certainly acceptable by all that read as a fact as well.
Tune is to His channel, believe the visions only grand, and walk by you master hand in hand.
Maters not what you call your master anymore.
We each know lifes no accident, argument I pray be no more.
Pray this with me now, and watch your world change, because with great vision in mind, the view is rearranged,
the gates of heaven open, the treasures are all bare,
realizing the treasure is now, not gold, silver or cab fair.
I write this as an example of sp[ontaneous inspired writing.
It is what I know and what is true for me and to me undeniable, still understand from each we see a different view.
So again an entire cocept, once studied, learned, created, and defined thrust us towards that path which we take.
When the gut in any way turns, turn youself the other way,
seek answers from peers, by defintion moraled men,
act upon sound advise quick, time is not meant to idly waste away.
So live your spirt as it travels through, it always tells what next proper to do,
any thing else is a clear plain lie,
as fallen civilizations have proved over time.
I pray having read this far you see this as The Answer in a way we kno we should all live, as cliche as it sounds, and certainly should not, language has been too distorted, souly due to the sin of man, fliing empires on sale for a mere dime.
Paryers and Psalms of peace and Grace, steve "rokkinroll Swygert of MobiusTripz
If you have read this, know you are blessed! Matters not by who you think,
A shared concept of what he is, not how and who and what, beauty to be had in a time of blink.
I close with this Prayer:
Its time to all love our God's respectively as One, recognize prophets be them diciples, sons of, seers, ad infintum. So Celestial Joy to all of you now and each day forward I pray > It's time to further celebrate as one, unting and embracing each others beauty and inspired uniquness, our greatest assett, life. Blessings to absolutely anyone that reads this...A message to transcend the net and spread beauty swiftly. "EXHIBEO Ver Batim" Defintion" Offer only as is written, all in language we feel as we feel in our soul which resides in the flesh from hence backwards through time we've been made. Trust what you trust and know...did you say I Love You to anyone today? Loves comes only from Love shared, from which forth brings only Peace. Rejoice while passing this along to your friends now in mind.
Monday, November 29, 2010
My Letter to Andy Vick, Executive Director of The Allegany Arts Council
After a wonderful discussion today with Mark and Dana Baker of the New Embassy Theater, they have agreed to let me propose my planning for a poetry reading, that will be scheduled in the near future, after all the preliminary planning is complete and the proposal is approved.
I am seeking help, volunteers and donations.
We need donations, that shall be paid directly to the theater for a total sum of $ 400 to pay for the rental of the space and employees, as well as the refreshments.
I would enjoy a donation from your fine Council, and further more would appreciate your help and welcome you warmly to come and enjoy a night of fine poetry, skits, live music, and refreshments, and what ever else the evening offers as it unravels.
As I am purely in the planning stages, I appreciate your kind reply and participation, and with or without a donation.
I would like to become a member of your Council as well, but due to poor health that has led to poor finances, this has just not happened yet. I am sure it will soon.
I am a writer of poetry, fiction (working on a book and its screenplay currently) and news articles of the reporting nature (fetaured in several local and natioanl publications.) I also work with graphic arts of many types of media, and write, record and perform music that I also sing in. My musical band is MobiusTripz. I have a small debut album to be arriving in over forty online music distribution houses by the new year.
I am a classically trained violist, although currently out of practice as I am concentrating on the guitar and bass and keyboards in the meantime, and I am the son of a Mother who is a fine artist classically trained from here college days and her own innate God given talent.
I would like your thoughts and ideas on this while the planning is underway, as I hope to further unite and share our beautiful artistic spirit in our cozy town.
As a final request, do you offer any discounted memberships for those on disability, as myself.
I want to further immerse myself into the arts I so Love.
Sincerely, John "Stephen" Swygert
I am seeking help, volunteers and donations.
We need donations, that shall be paid directly to the theater for a total sum of $ 400 to pay for the rental of the space and employees, as well as the refreshments.
I would enjoy a donation from your fine Council, and further more would appreciate your help and welcome you warmly to come and enjoy a night of fine poetry, skits, live music, and refreshments, and what ever else the evening offers as it unravels.
As I am purely in the planning stages, I appreciate your kind reply and participation, and with or without a donation.
I would like to become a member of your Council as well, but due to poor health that has led to poor finances, this has just not happened yet. I am sure it will soon.
I am a writer of poetry, fiction (working on a book and its screenplay currently) and news articles of the reporting nature (fetaured in several local and natioanl publications.) I also work with graphic arts of many types of media, and write, record and perform music that I also sing in. My musical band is MobiusTripz. I have a small debut album to be arriving in over forty online music distribution houses by the new year.
I am a classically trained violist, although currently out of practice as I am concentrating on the guitar and bass and keyboards in the meantime, and I am the son of a Mother who is a fine artist classically trained from here college days and her own innate God given talent.
I would like your thoughts and ideas on this while the planning is underway, as I hope to further unite and share our beautiful artistic spirit in our cozy town.
As a final request, do you offer any discounted memberships for those on disability, as myself.
I want to further immerse myself into the arts I so Love.
Sincerely, John "Stephen" Swygert
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Cumberland, Maryland...like so many other local political blunders ! ~ MOBIUSTRIPZ ~
To our newly to be sworn in "Public Servants"...it is time to destroy the East Side School, abandoned and run down and not a thing done with it in my ten years of living here!
The city stold our park on Jmaes Day Drive, and have had a subsequents debacle od a mess with the town homes that may be finished by the year 2020!
Yet this disgusting builing lays delapidated near the main entrance off the interstate to out comunitty.
The loss of our Park on Jjames Day it very self could be deemed as a criminal act once further investigated, as often is the case when a city sells off the public's land and truly acts as our voice when not fairly giving the respective citicenzs a "true" voice, when it matters not to them anyway in the first place.
What do our words mean when "your" minds are already made up?
I am pleased that we will have new local officials in place soon, but it doen nothing for me to think that this will bring about change in a climate that is nearly as stagnant as a polluted river.
What is amiss here in our town is a lack of a common vision through cohesion.
Our beutiful new state of the art Hospital is wondereful inside with state of the art technology, and at the same time appears as a battleship of death from the outside, designed so poorly on the outside artistically that it is a disgrace, in looks alone. However, I am thankful for it.
But then again, there is the WMHS corporate squeeze of medical greed and their well known "no compete" attitude that undermines what would otherwise be an area that would truly attract the finest medical minds, at which currently we are at a stiffling shortage be it doctors, nurses, or orderlies.
I live on Waverly Terrace and I struggle partially and mostly because of the haves doing as they care while the have nots get further left behind, rarely even having an oppurtunitty to work at any new facilities.
Bayliner...gone...Beiderlack...gone, OSH KOSH B'Gosh...gone, PPG, and Cooper Tires...long gone.
We do not promote an area that is hospitable to new " Green Industry" as we are now in this "Green Era".
We consistently have alienated all the good things that come our way to Cumberland, and the surrounding county.
DelFest...well, I do not blame them if they never return, but we the people want you!
Scythian, may be lost too forever!
You politicians owe us dearly here.
You want paeking downtown when there is more then enough...GET REAL...and quit spending our money on feasibilty studies that are a fruitless waste of time while lining the outsiders pockets!
You deserve to give is a park at East Side...and certainly not a subsidized housing dump, because that is what they historically always end up being. Throwing more good money after bad!
What in the hell has happened to common sense and decency?
I implore you to ask yourself this!
Sure i could leave, but I have a vision of this beautiful sacred historically rich ciy that should easily be a hub for Green Industry and a have for the artists of the entire Northern Region.
Embrace big money and reap greed. Embrace wholesome comunitty projects that offer something for all of us, and I mean each and everyone of us, and build our comunitty better then ever.
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting different results...will go on with yourselves, as you disgrace most of us in this town as we suffer to even find any decent work!
Look in the Times-News employment guide...what a joke !...flaberghasting!
If the laws are "to slow" to start the abatement process and see it quickly through to fruition...welll change the laws because that is the innate beauty of the architecture of the American legal system at heart.
Lerned as well as un or less learned men have valuable opinions.
That a man was threteningly escorted out of our Tax Office on Kelly Road who is of no threat sickens me!
I own a piece of that building as we each do, and he has a right to be there when acting appropriately as it was so well reported in our local paper.
Someone who gives a damn has more right there then someone else that is just picking up a paycheck doing the same old thing in an archaic system that has failed.
Rome is burning! Wake up. Cease the day !
We must join peacefully and change in a positive direction swiftly together, or parish as one society, which starts at home and will spread like a pan demic throughout the entire country.
Can you see it is happening that way now?...look arournd...turn on the news!
I write to the paper, I submit articles. I ask them to print them for nothing as I suffer here at home virtually always broke, yet happy and with vigor galore.
I get the occasional editorial...if it fits thheir views. Thanks, it helps me proove that point when you read my articles.
One they did not print was featured instead by The U. S. Department of Energy!
Not good enough for home, but it displayed a philosophy we must embrace here that they see at The U.S.D. of E.
People get called all kinds of names when they collectively act the way they do with a lack of vision and a closed mind, and it is quite honestly pathetic.
I see great local progress with the event of the recent elections as well as this rebuilding of our cities infrastructures, all the way to the beautful arts we offer locally, which by themselves are a dying way of life, and always a life of struggle, but as an artist, I accept that road because I knew it when I chose it because I stand for something and will always speak my mind as well as offer to those less fortunate what I can, which I personally wish was much more.
So demolish that old East Side Elementary School or make it a recreation center so you can stop throwing most of our youth in our local jails and eventuall prisons!..
What an industry we have here.
We incarcerate on a local, state, and federal level all within miles of each other, while ABL pays great money as people their sell their souls designing planned DESTRUCTION.
FEMA, Mexico Farms, The Rail Roads, The Air Ports...all in close proximity...what a coincidence !
If we keep it up in this direction, many will be on a train like livestock to the modern day concentration camps that already exist.
In the great words of Glenn Beck, do not take my word for it, do your own research!
Go drive around any FEMA arae and see quickly your not alone...an no...your not being paranoid...these are the facts and are indisputable.
We have ben and are continuing to be sold out !
Steal our Natural Gas, deforest our God Given Mountains, steal our coal as you destroy mountain tops that Mother Earthe left there to protect us from weather patterns.
The rich do not care as they pillage our comunitty time and time again!
And it just keeps happening!
When we exercise our right to speech and press and share collectively what should really be done, things will change, but not under the ultimate powers that pacify the sellouts talking the 100K plus paychecks a year, as they could care less about the, "rest of us."
I grew up the son of A West Point Colonel. I am connected in many ways to the "top" in many various industries where my words are heard loudly, because I do not speak softly.
I grew up with every advantage offered in what is now "the dillusional American Dream" of old.
I came to Cumberland, Maryland ten years ago and i will testify to My Lord, The Almighty, that this education is one not tought in colleges, that I was educated in.
Lessons are learned through life...College is for the books, however valuable, and do not get me wrong, I respect them each as well.
My point is live it...do not caucus and pretend to be one of us ...live like us an now suffering.
I pray these words spark debate, I pray they spark peaceful constructive change. I pray these words not devide, but rather unite, so we can move forward for a change.
Patience is a virtue of old...maybe the acceleration for change and evolution of our law to transform into a more useful less archaic tool should be the new virtue.
I am running out of patience and I am tired of plight and misery all around.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
A Blessed Thanksgiving in Alexandria, Virginia 2010
I had a great Thanksgiving. I saw my parents who are in there late 70' and early 80's and they are healthy. I saw my sister and here children, apparently content even while suffering through a divorce. I heard from a few friends, because lets' face it, most people do not have time to send a heart felt message to everyone that is dear to them.
My Mother is miraculously healing after having been severely and gravely ill for several years and recently down to 84 pounds. Her spirit and mind are strong and her Faith Stronger then imaginable by most. God Bless my beautiful Mother and My Father who loves her and cares for her like no other, while they each are along side God and in this life still. Amen.
She is gaining strength as well as wait, and her own equilibrium and muscle town has been restored and is continually doing so.
Death is a part of this life, acceptance does not have to be an option but rather a catalyst for strength and guidance, and then Faith heals everything, be it in our body, mind soul, or elsewhere as we each perceive. When we seek what God would have for us and those around us, everything is possible. Thy will be done.
I struggled to Alexandria, Virginia in my trusty 1989 Prelude...do not knock it...what a tough fun car...and 35 MPG !...
I have had a problem that has been severe with my back, as it is broken and has a disease of the spinal cord canal, along with a broken vertebrae and cracked, leaking disk. But I am not a quitter...so it subsides to just bearable and then...
the left foot has an acute attack of gout on the large toe and then the ankle...pain words do not know and only experience can feel...
...so I state to Mom on the phone...thanks God I have never had it in both feet...
...so the right foot quickly chimed in and was worse then the left...which was still in terrible shape!
So I have my cane and we arrive to Alexandria, Virginia at the folks house.
I hobble in, if it was even that graceful (graceful hobble = oxymoron)
We went to Cedar Knoll at noon on Thanksgiving, the following day of arrival. I was with Rhonda, my Fiance, my parents, my sister Carol, and her beautiful blessed children.
The restaurant is on The George Washington Memorial Parkway and has breathtaking views of our now cleaner river.
I remember the terrible smell of rotten fish as a child as I grew up and played at that river, and I have seen the devastation of man. It disgusts me deeply. But I see healing and now I see Eagles where there were not as I was a child.
The Eagle is not just symbolic Strength. It is Grace, Hope, and Prosperity.
Lest we forget our National Majestic Eagle.
At The Potomac there now in Alexandria, Virginia, Eagles are nesting in Aeries and they are reproducing, and there are fish in abundance for them to eat, and they are prospering. What an incredible rebirth.
There is work to still be done, but we have collectively made a difference, and that is proof, however merely a start, still an extremely promising sign.
Bass and Stripers, as well (as other species) are abundant again where there was nothing but death a short time ago.
The food at Cedar Knoll was impeccable as well as the service, but nothing was better then the love in the atmosphere we shared as we gazed upon our lovely Potomac, where an Eagle glided by, further gracing my homecoming.
I pray to again soar like that eagle myself, soon, as the pain reverberated up my legs on each side to my knees excruciatingly...grimacing in pain while I ate what I could because pain and appetite are not usually close friends.
The dogs always love my leftovers!
I left slightly early, but certainly not rudely, as I just thought a head start would make me get home (the folks home) slightly behind everyone else.
I used Dad's walker from his hip replacement surgery years ago to make my way both there and back.
Wow...never used a walker...that was hard to wrap that around my head, but easier knowing it's temporary...but time moves slowly when your in pain like this.
I say none of this to complain or gain sympathy. It is simply me testimony of triumph that I have learned from friends that have suffered far worse, and have gotten through to the other side in whatever shape and now have even more meaningful wholesome lives.
Thanks friends...like Dale Lisi, Kurt Thornburg, Greg, my Fiance's Father. My own Mother most recently that shows me resilience like I did not know existed.They have each overcome harrowing odds, but shown me strength through action which has offered me enlightenment.
That night my feet were even worse...however, the following day I eventually hobbled out to our car at 8:30 PM, which was the day after Thanksgiving.
We filled our classic 1989 gas sipping Honda Prelude at Hollin Hall Shell, where the kind attendant thankfully cleaned my dirty windows. Their employees care because they are people that have ethics and run a business well and treat all of us respectfully...Thanks
We then hit the 7-11, where my fiance got the 2 for $ 2.22 dogs...still a silly old favorite from our respective youths.
Got to love Hollin Hall Shopping Center.
I took two Aleve and prayed as we departed for the mountains of home in Cumberland, Maryland.
We made it home nicely and I stumbled through the cold dark backyard with the walker and a cane in each hand in case the back yard terrain of my house threw me any challenges.
Once in the door, and I could now stand somewhat and the shower was close by...I anticipated and had to take a warm, warm shower. I felt bathed by refreshing warm water pouring over me as I again prayed and felt I was being baptized yet once again, as so many times before.
I then struggled up the steps and made it to the most comfortable bed in the world...my own at home...and it is an old piece of junk...that I am thanksful for as well, as it comforts me at these times.
So the next day, Thanksgiving getes better even yet.
Rhonda's sister and her fiance ariive at our home, and then her daughter and boyfriend, as well as her two nephews and niece.
She surrounded me with warmth and love when my mental game was weak.
That is love!
Then she made a most scrumptious batch of Chili and a side plate of DaVinci pepper cheese and saltiness.
The love Rhonda gave, her family she shared, and the food she cooked gave me life for appetite, and that is the nourishment that I consumed, not a simple bowl of warm chili, but hours of love.
Thanksgiving is about love and friends.
I have battled health, and I will battle still, and I will conquer like usual and be a better man for it.
That is a part of my life that persists, and not always to any particular fault of my own, just life on lifes terms.
So Thanksgiving was perfect because family and friends lifted my wreckage of a vessel and brought me to a place where healing could take place.
I write this to share my most strangely wonderful and unforgettable Thanksgiving that I have ever known.
Love shared by others heals all...the passage of time brings forth healing, character and understanding. Perspective is not renewed but yet, ANEW. ...and from a starting point with that mentality you rise again as the literal Phoenix of old Lore.
I am that Phoenix, only because of the Lords hands guiding me to deeper enlightenment offered so freely by my loved ones, which I cannot imagine a life without.
Friends I have lost far too many, and that is truly not an understatement.
My perils are many too, some of which I own, and other that are just plain happenstance as we all live through at times.
Swallow pride, keep your head high, love each and all, such few words, with meaning not small.
Wallow in self pity, easy to do, but a sty not a home indeed,
Pray for Patience and Grace, He gives us all we truly need.
So I am simply in awe of my wonderful Thanksgiving in 2010,
blessed by friends word and prayers, you help me heal once again.
I am here for each and all of you to, just ask and receive,
I offer all that I have, as I am blessed with all that I need.
I truly pray you each were blessed with friends, family, and nourishing food from the spirit on this day we offer Thanks to Thee...
Perhaps I may not walk today, but the wings God gives me make me free.
and again, I will soar like the Eagle!
I hope your Thanksgiving was at least partially as wonderful as mine.
God Bless your friend,
John Swygert
My Mother is miraculously healing after having been severely and gravely ill for several years and recently down to 84 pounds. Her spirit and mind are strong and her Faith Stronger then imaginable by most. God Bless my beautiful Mother and My Father who loves her and cares for her like no other, while they each are along side God and in this life still. Amen.
She is gaining strength as well as wait, and her own equilibrium and muscle town has been restored and is continually doing so.
Death is a part of this life, acceptance does not have to be an option but rather a catalyst for strength and guidance, and then Faith heals everything, be it in our body, mind soul, or elsewhere as we each perceive. When we seek what God would have for us and those around us, everything is possible. Thy will be done.
I struggled to Alexandria, Virginia in my trusty 1989 Prelude...do not knock it...what a tough fun car...and 35 MPG !...
I have had a problem that has been severe with my back, as it is broken and has a disease of the spinal cord canal, along with a broken vertebrae and cracked, leaking disk. But I am not a quitter...so it subsides to just bearable and then...
the left foot has an acute attack of gout on the large toe and then the ankle...pain words do not know and only experience can feel...
...so I state to Mom on the phone...thanks God I have never had it in both feet...
...so the right foot quickly chimed in and was worse then the left...which was still in terrible shape!
So I have my cane and we arrive to Alexandria, Virginia at the folks house.
I hobble in, if it was even that graceful (graceful hobble = oxymoron)
We went to Cedar Knoll at noon on Thanksgiving, the following day of arrival. I was with Rhonda, my Fiance, my parents, my sister Carol, and her beautiful blessed children.
The restaurant is on The George Washington Memorial Parkway and has breathtaking views of our now cleaner river.
I remember the terrible smell of rotten fish as a child as I grew up and played at that river, and I have seen the devastation of man. It disgusts me deeply. But I see healing and now I see Eagles where there were not as I was a child.
The Eagle is not just symbolic Strength. It is Grace, Hope, and Prosperity.
Lest we forget our National Majestic Eagle.
At The Potomac there now in Alexandria, Virginia, Eagles are nesting in Aeries and they are reproducing, and there are fish in abundance for them to eat, and they are prospering. What an incredible rebirth.
There is work to still be done, but we have collectively made a difference, and that is proof, however merely a start, still an extremely promising sign.
Bass and Stripers, as well (as other species) are abundant again where there was nothing but death a short time ago.
The food at Cedar Knoll was impeccable as well as the service, but nothing was better then the love in the atmosphere we shared as we gazed upon our lovely Potomac, where an Eagle glided by, further gracing my homecoming.
I pray to again soar like that eagle myself, soon, as the pain reverberated up my legs on each side to my knees excruciatingly...grimacing in pain while I ate what I could because pain and appetite are not usually close friends.
The dogs always love my leftovers!
I left slightly early, but certainly not rudely, as I just thought a head start would make me get home (the folks home) slightly behind everyone else.
I used Dad's walker from his hip replacement surgery years ago to make my way both there and back.
Wow...never used a walker...that was hard to wrap that around my head, but easier knowing it's temporary...but time moves slowly when your in pain like this.
I say none of this to complain or gain sympathy. It is simply me testimony of triumph that I have learned from friends that have suffered far worse, and have gotten through to the other side in whatever shape and now have even more meaningful wholesome lives.
Thanks friends...like Dale Lisi, Kurt Thornburg, Greg, my Fiance's Father. My own Mother most recently that shows me resilience like I did not know existed.They have each overcome harrowing odds, but shown me strength through action which has offered me enlightenment.
That night my feet were even worse...however, the following day I eventually hobbled out to our car at 8:30 PM, which was the day after Thanksgiving.
We filled our classic 1989 gas sipping Honda Prelude at Hollin Hall Shell, where the kind attendant thankfully cleaned my dirty windows. Their employees care because they are people that have ethics and run a business well and treat all of us respectfully...Thanks
We then hit the 7-11, where my fiance got the 2 for $ 2.22 dogs...still a silly old favorite from our respective youths.
Got to love Hollin Hall Shopping Center.
I took two Aleve and prayed as we departed for the mountains of home in Cumberland, Maryland.
We made it home nicely and I stumbled through the cold dark backyard with the walker and a cane in each hand in case the back yard terrain of my house threw me any challenges.
Once in the door, and I could now stand somewhat and the shower was close by...I anticipated and had to take a warm, warm shower. I felt bathed by refreshing warm water pouring over me as I again prayed and felt I was being baptized yet once again, as so many times before.
I then struggled up the steps and made it to the most comfortable bed in the world...my own at home...and it is an old piece of junk...that I am thanksful for as well, as it comforts me at these times.
So the next day, Thanksgiving getes better even yet.
Rhonda's sister and her fiance ariive at our home, and then her daughter and boyfriend, as well as her two nephews and niece.
She surrounded me with warmth and love when my mental game was weak.
That is love!
Then she made a most scrumptious batch of Chili and a side plate of DaVinci pepper cheese and saltiness.
The love Rhonda gave, her family she shared, and the food she cooked gave me life for appetite, and that is the nourishment that I consumed, not a simple bowl of warm chili, but hours of love.
Thanksgiving is about love and friends.
I have battled health, and I will battle still, and I will conquer like usual and be a better man for it.
That is a part of my life that persists, and not always to any particular fault of my own, just life on lifes terms.
So Thanksgiving was perfect because family and friends lifted my wreckage of a vessel and brought me to a place where healing could take place.
I write this to share my most strangely wonderful and unforgettable Thanksgiving that I have ever known.
Love shared by others heals all...the passage of time brings forth healing, character and understanding. Perspective is not renewed but yet, ANEW. ...and from a starting point with that mentality you rise again as the literal Phoenix of old Lore.
I am that Phoenix, only because of the Lords hands guiding me to deeper enlightenment offered so freely by my loved ones, which I cannot imagine a life without.
Friends I have lost far too many, and that is truly not an understatement.
My perils are many too, some of which I own, and other that are just plain happenstance as we all live through at times.
Swallow pride, keep your head high, love each and all, such few words, with meaning not small.
Wallow in self pity, easy to do, but a sty not a home indeed,
Pray for Patience and Grace, He gives us all we truly need.
So I am simply in awe of my wonderful Thanksgiving in 2010,
blessed by friends word and prayers, you help me heal once again.
I am here for each and all of you to, just ask and receive,
I offer all that I have, as I am blessed with all that I need.
I truly pray you each were blessed with friends, family, and nourishing food from the spirit on this day we offer Thanks to Thee...
Perhaps I may not walk today, but the wings God gives me make me free.
and again, I will soar like the Eagle!
I hope your Thanksgiving was at least partially as wonderful as mine.
God Bless your friend,
John Swygert
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Effusio Spiritus Animus from Wikipedia
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Effusio Spiritus Animus
This musical writing, conceptually designed by John Stephen "Steve" Swygert, is a new brand and style that is a mixture of many styles resonating in a newly forged genre called , "Effusio Spiritus Animus" or in modern English (not an exact translation), " A pouring out of the breath of life that is the courage and the spirit and the vivacity of man".
This link will show one of the genres very first exapmles of his music.
The band is MobiusTripz.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZhaMTnukzk
Effusio Spiritus Animus
This musical writing, conceptually designed by John Stephen "Steve" Swygert, is a new brand and style that is a mixture of many styles resonating in a newly forged genre called , "Effusio Spiritus Animus" or in modern English (not an exact translation), " A pouring out of the breath of life that is the courage and the spirit and the vivacity of man".
This link will show one of the genres very first exapmles of his music.
The band is MobiusTripz.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZhaMTnukzk
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