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the power of words

2007-08-21T03:49:24Z

transformative language arts conference at goddard college
sept. 28 - oct. 1
plainfield, vt.

featuring david abrams, author of the spell of the sensous
and more!

tlanetwork.org

this conference explores the written, spoken & sung word for individual and community liberation, celebration and transformation...

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Universal Mistake.

2005-09-10T18:47:18Z

All that remained was this ponderance...

It struggled to recall what it might be. Some rememberance of spirit, species, senses, anything. There must be some link to some time or place? Some origin of this focus, this ego...

What the hell is it? I just can't figure it out. There's this notion that I definately am here. These thoughts are being formed by something, so it must be me, right? But there's no inputs - no ripples from space around me, or time before. So why then, am I this I? The sucking vaccum of nothingness certinaly is no canvas to reside in. Yet I progress along some line of thought.

Language! I'm using language! It's all coming back to me now. I know what I'm thinking so there must be some reference from somewhere. These thoughts must be occuring in some language on some timeline. How exciting! Maybe if I look in --- huh? --- woah... Ok... So there's a center to me. I found it. I guess there had to be. Cogito Ergo Sum, comprende senior?

Oops.. What the? Oh NO! I didn't want to fall in here. Not again!

Ouch!

MOMMY!!!

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scripts

2004-10-23T22:34:58Z

Here's a great site for looking at scripts.

http://corky.net/scripts/

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star light star bright

2004-10-15T17:18:29Z

In my younger days I used to travel a lot. I drove a blue Volkswagon van. One night on a lonely highway I happened across this hitchhiker.

The hour was late. My headlights shown the path of the highway as my four cylinder engine roared through the night. As usual I was alone and on this particular night the sky was perfectly clear. There was not a cloud to be seen. As I turned the radio dial I could only get faint signals mixed with static. The road was dark. I could see the mountains and plateaus along the horizon and then a blanket of stars. As I leaned over my steering wheel looking up at the stars I noticed a pair of lights. At first I thought I was seeing a couple of shooting stars, but then, as I remember to this day with perfect clarity, these two brilliant lights reversed direction. Well, I never saw shooting stars do that. My eyes glanced down at the road. Noticing the broken white lines rushing under my van I quickly moved back into lane.

Then looking back into the sky I noticed the lights were still clearly visible. Again I saw these lights change directions and it was at this instant the thought occurred to me that I was probably witnessing, as strange as this might sound, two flying saucers. As soon as this thought crossed my mind: almost coincidentally, the two lights; which by now I could easily distinguish from the rest of the stars by their blue glow, made a huge arc covering the whole horizon in a matter of seconds; and then, believe it or not, shot off into outer space at an even higher speed.

They were gone. The van began to vibrate. I was on the gravel. Quickly I turned the wheel toward the road. Well, my heart was in my stomach. What had I seen? Looking down at the speedometer I noticed that my speed was over the sixty mile an hour limit and started to slow down a bit. My mind was racing. Putting my hand on my forehead I felt a pressure and thought I'd pull over and regain my composure.

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The Other

2004-06-03T15:53:33Z

She left McDonalds, and headed across the street to the park. Sitting on the sun warmed grass, she opened her bag and removed her hamburger. This was a special treat. It was not often she had a hot meal. As a transient she hitch hiked all over. Her gypsy blood unsettled didn't allow her to stay in one place too long.
The sun warmed her, lending to a well needed comfortable feeling of security. Half way through the hamburger and fries, a shadow crossed her face, then another. She looked up to see what had blocked the sun. Several thoughts and emotions went through her at once. Finally she settled on a single one. Shear terror.

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hitch hiking

2004-03-27T18:36:33Z

My car had broke down. Good thing there was a rain coat in the trunk. I walked slowly. The sound of the rain tapping on my hood was keeping the pace for my wet and tired feet. As I walked on yet further, I knew the next exit was at least another mile down this hill.

I smiled, my face all wet and cold with the night rain. Being glad that I was walking downhill. My luck was good tonight. Well... aside from running out of gas. I jumped back as a huge semi passed just 10 feet away. I had this timing down just right. Hear the car, turn around, put my arm out above my shoulder, as hitchhikers do, then step back as they pass me by. Still... my pants were soaked up to my knees.

It sounded like that truck dropped something in the road. It did. I heard it. A dull metallic sound in tumbling toward me in slow motion. There it was, in the road... on the concrete... just up ahead. Even though the light of the moon was shielded by the trees, through the faint glitter of moonlight, I saw it. No larger than a lunch bag, it looked like liked it belonged in a lunch bag. Before me I saw this huge twisted hunk of aluminum foil.

That's a lot of foil I thought to myself. Odd. How it bounced so many times and still ended up right there in the middle of the road, right next to the center line.

As I bent over to pick up...

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Short story, Untitled

2004-03-15T22:36:52Z

The rain made a fall that was a fortuitous forthcoming; showering the women and children and providing an inclement foreshadow for the events yet to come: the careful, well-watched plan of male readmittance into their society, not unlike the closely zealous guarding of controlled forest fires. These men came from packets not larger than 2.5" x 3", each packet containing about 300 ready-to-become men in seeds so tiny they could all rest comfortably in the cupped palm of a five-year old. The male order catalog with its sleek glossy pages and impressive advertisements boasted men of quality:

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Battle beyond

2004-03-07T05:34:11Z

Two horses joined in battle. The first one reared, head thrown back, lashing out with hooves intent on subduing his adversary or rendering him usless.

Suddenly rage turned to terror as a threat more deadly and violent then either appeared behind the second stallion.

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Confirmation from the Stars

2004-03-06T00:15:55Z

Shooting like a rocket, she left earth and entered the sparkling star clustered sands of the universe. Free floating she felt free. Alive. Her heart was bursting at the beauty she beheld. It was magnificent, joyous in its celebration of life. She looked at each star as she would a new born child. With wonder.

Her body was somewhere back on earth in a room dark and gloomy. But here, her mind and spirit were free. Free of the constraints that held her bound. Bound in slavery to an existence she loathed.

She traveled in her mind to different places. Each one new, exciting in its exploration.

A voice called to her. She followed. She did not hear the voice audibly, but knew it by the sound vibrations. As she neared, she beheld the most wondrous sight in her known existence. A woman dressed in the stars, stood before her. She was the most beautiful presence she had ever known.

The Star woman spoke to her mind. "I am your mother."
"My mother?"
"Yes child."
Her heart was near bursting with a joy that exceeded any happy feeling she ever imagined or experienced.
'How is this?' She wondered in her mind trying unsuccessfully to rationalize and ignore her bursting heart.
But the woman heard and answered her. "You are not from earth. You are a Star Being. You were sent to Earth to learn, grow, accept and guide others on their path."
"So why am I being tortured?"
"You are being conditioned to learn humility, the cruelty of others, in order to help others who are learning the same lessons."
"Why do I have to learn these lessons, as you call them."
"If you do not experience pain, suffering, joy, or any other human emotion, you will not learn to find other star children that fell to Earth."
"Fell to Earth?"
"Yes," The Star woman said quietly. "A long time ago in Earth's history, we were traveling near the planet you know as Earth. A craft carrying our children fell into the water there. Now, because they have touched the Earth, they must be transformed into beings who can sustain life on this planet before they can be brought back here and reintegrated into our system."
"Oh. Is this why I am there?"
"Yes. You and several others. You are not alone."
"I'm not alone." She was overwhelmed with newfound emotion and did not know how to respond.
"You must go now. Find the others or they will find you."
"But…" She found herself spiraling backwards into her body on earth. The intensely beautiful woman disappearing. Back into her body, feeling as if she just put on a pair of wet, muddy overalls, she hear the woman's voice she called Aunt.
"Coming."
"You're late. You shouldn't have taken so long to get here."
The red mark that her aunts hand made reminded her of what her Star Mother had said. She didn't cow this time. She stood proudly. Smack! Again. Still she stood proud. She was no longer afraid. She was a Star Being. She was not alone! She calmly thanked her startled aunt and walked from the house on a journey never to return.

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Brief encounter

2004-03-05T00:49:33Z

He ran in the darkness. His legs pumping up and down as hard as they could in order to catch up with the slowing train. He grabbed hold of the rail, lost his footing and the train dragged him a few feet stumbling to maintain his balance. Finding purchase once more, he stretched forth his free hand and wrapped his cold fingers around the opposite rail.

This time, he placed his foot on the bottom rung of the metal ladder and climbed aboard the boxcar. He was on the train.

Climbing up to the top he sat momentarily catching his breath. His muscles ached, and he was soaked from the drizzle that insisted on penetrating his canvas overcoat and hat. The water reflected the moonlight that poked its tiny orbital head through the small hole in the clouds. But mostly it was pitch black. The water simply made the blackness shine.

Getting up, he began moving once more. He hung over the side to see if there were any doors opened on the boxcar. '

Not this one. Maybe next car. He raced across the top of the moving train and leapt onto the next car. He stumbled, fell and rolled a ways. Getting up once more, uninjured, he again looked over the edge.

In luck, this car was opened just about a foot. He wondered if he could swing down into the car without getting himself killed. He needed to get out of the rain.

Removing his hat and coat, he threw them into the opened door. Grabbing onto the top of the car, he turned around so his feet dangled down the side. Then he slowly lowered the upper half of his body downward until just his hands held his entire weight. Legs spread between the wall of the car and the open door, he remained inside as well as out. Closing his legs, he swung outward then in. On the inward swing, he let go rolling against a wooden crate as gravity flung him to the ground.

Assessing his wounds, he was sure nothing was broken. Then, taking out the only possession of real value, he produced a flashlight. Small and compact, it produced enough light to illuminate the small enclosure of the moving boxcar.

He found it was filled with crates of different sizes. Some marked, some not.

The train continued on singing its rail song. He relaxed somewhat against one of the larger crates. There was a noise. He sat up, looking around in the dark, searching with the light for the source. There, there it was again. He stood. It was as if there was something struggling. He walked over to the corner where many crates were piled, and using them as stairs, climbed each until he could look over the top.

There, to his bewildered eyes was something struggling to rise under the confines of a large net. It appeared to be large feathers moving about but he could not make out what it might be. It was white with a dark red in spots. He watched for several moments as it struggled against the confines of the net. It collapsed under the net, exhausted.

He moved closer, slowly climbing down the opposite side of the crate stack. The car moved side to side gently rocking him. He crouched on the crate closest to the floor.

Whatever it was underneath the net laid, unmoving except for its labored breathing.

He made a decision. He moved closer. On the floor now, he could see the net was fastened to the eyebolts on the floor with clasps. He unloosened some of them allowing the being within to sit. The wings rose, and underneath them was a man of such brightness it hurt his eyes to behold.

"By heaven, you're an angel!" the saturated man sat down hard on the nearest crate staring.

The winged angel glowed. "Yes, I come to deliver a message to mankind and was captured."

"I will free you." He went rose and began to immediately unfasten all the sides of the net that held the angel captive.
"You are hurt."

"I will heal." The angel rose to a sitting position and unfurled his wings. "I am Andar, and I thank you for your kindness."

"No one should suffer this type of treatment."

"You have a gentle heart. Here let me give you something." He reached out and touched the others chest with his hand. Light emanated from his hand and spread throughout the others body. It changed in colors many times from a light blue, to green, yellow, gold, then finally a brilliant white. The inside of the box car glowed with light. There were no dark spaces while the angel touched the other.

The man sat down on the floor of the car as the darkness resumed. The angel receded to its sitting position. Its own wounds were healed. "I must go. But you will be better off then you once were."

"Thank you."

They both moved to the open door. It was still cracked open a foot. The angel looked deeply into the others eyes, turned and took flight. Slowly all the man in the box car could see was a small trail of white light that resembled a shooting star.

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humming bird flight

2004-03-03T22:34:21Z

She was a changeling, newly adept and was being chased by some bullies at school.

As she was running through the woods trying to escape, a hummingbird flew past her. Instantly she noticed its speed and agility. 'Always research the animals you intend to duplicate in your transformational state. It may save your life.' Her instructors words echoed in her mind.

Out of breath she chanced a glance backward, they were closing. There were five of them. All with ill intent.

She found a quiet place under some dead fall. Quickly she quieted her mind, created the image, and began to change just as the boys reached her.

The oldest, Tommy, reached out his hand to capture her, but all he received was a bloody wound on his hand where she embedded her needle like beak. Then in a blink of an eye she was gone.

She flew up into the trees, circling the boys on the ground watching them from her vantage point. So engrossed was she that she failed to see the other hummingbird approach until it was too late.

A flicker of movement caught her eye. The other bird charged with a "kill" intent. She dived. He followed. She had never been a hummingbird before, so could not maneuver as naturally as the other. She flew at lightening speed, he matched her pace. She shot like a cannon ball in and around large leaves heavily laden with water. Ducking, swerving, unerringly around foliage, always with the other on her tail matching her every move.

Even at her breakneck speed, her eyes searched for her next opening, any place for safety, to rid herself of this lethal threat behind her.

Finally she saw it. A large multicolored bird sitting alone on a branch. It was raised up just enough that if she put forth just a small amount of extra effort, she could fit between its bottom and the branch in which it sat. Breathless, she exerted herself and shot through between the bird and the branch. Clearing that she shot straight upward, then circled and spun at high velocity downward. She ended up under a variety of large flowers breathless and extremely tired. She rested for a moment waiting to see if the danger had passed. She did not see the other bird. Did not know that after she had flown under the multicolored bird it had not wanted a repeat, so did not allow the other one to follow suit. It was not injured, simply detoured. She filled herself full of nectar, replenishing vital energy. Then landed safely on the ground where she once more assumed her natural appearance.
To her surprise, a young man two years older appeared not too far off, and upon seeing her, approached. "You gave me quite a run."
Stunned, all she could do was look at him.

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