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Your pictures of the earth are breathtaking. Makes my feet itch for far places... Thank you. well, then < Adventure begins > check this out please  HOME (English with subtitles) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqxENMKaeCU  |
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The Beardy-House - part 62
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im alright!  coolness..   oh you should all check out this amazing film on you tube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqxENMKaeCU HOME (English with subtitles)
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The Beardy-House - part 62
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hey Nessa!!!!  how are ya? I'm doing pretty well, Hon.. seen better days and also much worse  thanks so much & how are you ? 
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The Beardy-House - part 62
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Hey Nessa I have to log off for a while, big thunderstorm moving in. Will see you after a while.   okay . ..take care of your little self and love to the kids
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The Beardy-House - part 62
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Hi Ladies...  oh you are so funny Chrissy and Beckie
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Sun 07/26/09 01:35 PM
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if you miss this . .you will miss alot ..it is a real eye opener  Folks HOME (English with subtitles) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqxENMKaeCU   |
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Sun 07/26/09 12:30 PM
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Have it seen this yet ? it is sooo heavy HOME (English with subtitles) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqxENMKaeCU http://www.barefootsworld.net/seattle.html Chief Seattle's Letter To All THE PEOPLE Chief Seattle, Chief of the Suquamish Indians allegedly wrote to the American Government in the 1800's - In this letter he gave the most profound understanding of God in all Things. Here is his letter, which should be instilled in the hearts and minds of every parent and child in all the Nations of the World: CHIEF SEATTLE'S LETTER http://www.getipm.com/personal/seattle/seattle2.htm "All things are connected like the blood which unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself." - Chief Seattle. Attributed to Chief Seattle: How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man. The white man's dead forget the country of their birth  when they go to walk among the stars.  Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man --- all belong to the same family. So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children. So, we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you the land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father. The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes, and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember, and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother. We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's grave behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth  and leave behind only a desert. I do not know. Our ways are different than your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of the insect's wings. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life  if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pond at night? I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond and the smell of the wind itself, cleaned by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine. The air is precious to the red man for all things share the same breath, the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days he is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers. So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition - the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers. I am a savage and do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive. What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man.  All things are connected. You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin.  Teach your children that we have taught our children that the earth is our Mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves. This we know; the earth does not belong to man;  man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected. Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know which the white man may one day discover; our God is the same God. You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land; but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for the red man and the white. The earth is precious to Him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator. The whites too shall pass; perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste. But in your perishing you will shine brightly fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man. That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires. Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. The end of living and the beginning of survival.    |
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http://millennium.fortunecity.com/firemansam/552/eagle.html
WHERE IS THE EAGLE GONE ? A letter written by Chief Seattle The Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land. The idea is strange to us. Yet we do not own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water. How can you buy from us? Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. We know that white man does not understand our ways. One portion of the land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother but his enemy, and when he has conquered it he moves on. He leaves his fathers' graves and his children's birthright is forgotten. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the leaves of spring or the rustle of insects wings. But perhaps because I am savage and do not understand... the clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life, if a man cannot hear the lovely cry of the whippoorwill or the argument of the frog around the pond at night? The whites too, shall pass..perhaps sooner than other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste. When the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses all tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires. Where is the thicket gone? Where is the eagle gone? And what is it to say goodbye to the swift and the hunt, the end of living and the beginning of survival? Letter written by Chief Seattle to President Franklin Pierce, 1855.      |
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Rapunzel
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Sun 07/26/09 11:13 AM
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I specifically addressed this request to Our Brave Military & to our Awesome Veterans because if Anyone knows what Really is going on , < it is You > , : not the civilians & not politicians Dare Greatly It is not the critic who counts; nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again because there is no effort without error and shortcomings; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best knows in the end, the triumph of high achievement; and who at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat. ~ Theodore Roosevelt (1858–1919)    |
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Sun 07/26/09 10:46 AM
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"If i were to choose between a government without newspapers, and newspapers without government, i would nto hesitate to choose the latter." - Thomas Jefferson Amen ..thank you ...that is soo good & very appropriate Ahhh Our awesome Founding Father <<< Thomas Jefferson >>> |
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thank you ..i appreciate you & your honest opinions very much
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Sun 07/26/09 10:37 AM
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May i ask of you please ?
How much of what the media tells us, do you Really & truly believe? I have been told by Soldiers & Veterans also , to not watch or read or listen to the news basically  & that the media only tell us what they want us to hear So i don't believe everything i hear or read & never really have I read between the lines, observe people & see if their actions ,match up with their words  |
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