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In reference to Shadows, a novel entitled, Shadows of The Plains,* and two Biblical references stand out. One is the Apostle Peter's shadow relating to healings and the other is the very infamous 23rd Psalm of King David.**
The novel of 272 pages made reference to Shadows only once, but the story permeates the reality of fear as the early American pioneers blazed the trails in their westward movement. The Shadows they experienced were not those of a standing or immovable object like a pole or tree, but rather that of Shadows reflecting live and moving mortals.
Shadows are powerless, but the power lies in what is being reflected. However, the presence of the FEAR of the Shadows is very real and can easily hold us captive long before the appearance of the figures behind the Shadows. But not all Shadows are created equal. Some Shadows may also represent the unknown entities, real or otherwise, that lurk and haunt us in the dark places of the soul.
Peter's Shadow was such that the people believed that it would bring healings to the sick as the miraculous power of God flowed from the body of Peter as an electric current utilizing copper wire as a conduit. One might say that this was a Shadowy miracle. The Scripture does not specifically say that they were healed. However, it is certain that Peter's Shadow was one that generated faith, not fear.
King David speaks of 'the Shadow of Death' which he walked through and had no fear of evil because he declared that God was with him. Fear is most definitely an enemy to be confronted in the Shadows, and King David indicates that 'fear is a choice'-"I will not fear".
042820PSCtest, Shadows, Chantelle Anne Cooke *Shadow On The Plains By Alice Wheeler Greve **Bible: Psalm 23:4, Acts 5:15,16
Charge d'affaires struck by lightning bolt
While high falutin dip low matt
flying his kite insurgents
planned coup d'etat
clear out of blue, a devilish
forked, jagged, knifed
dagger "O" type electric current licked
more'n the pants off harried envoy
clear rants heard
all the way to Timbuktu
damn donnybrook loosing mayhem
special averred ambassador
last best hope
thwarting total mortal Kombat
Zeus bribed - putin two and two...
together spelled collusion
arch enemies of democracy de facto
2020 election in cahoots,
whereby sore loser trumped,
activated thinly veiled plot
made good diabolical promise
demanding winning or else
"ye ain't seen nuttin"
imposing himself victor
nee, declaring tyrannical
prince sup pulled "purple" reign,
despite just shy winning majority
crowed as "FAKE" optical illusion
claimed apparatchik infiltrated
voting booths rigged
machination stole courtesy
bounty on mutiny playbook page,
the average joe buyed
entire hook, sink, and liner
titanic ruse to unseat
all time self crowned best president,
apprentice skills garnered
thru "art of the deal,"
albeit machiavellian
who refused to admit defeat
usurped, proclaimed, kindled... diktat upon
those opposed driving fiat
vis a vis disallowing, discharging,
disenabling, disguising, distilling
carving up United States
in league courtesy
best buddies Kim Jong Un
populace will pay price
bear every burden
every hardship el don jon doth
punishingly mete out
recruiting military modern
death cab for cutie squads
dirty deeds done dirt cheap
personal vendetta and vengeance
as just desserts
succeeding presidential term
to abdicate pronto
lest civilization bombed
back into stone age
no matter enfranchisement
law within lady liberty land,
nonetheless he decreed
global hegemony forever
pressed hot button
omnipresent nightmare manifest destiny
global destruction unleashed
threatened to obliterate
every last trace of mankind!
Yatsar (?????) Asah (??????) Bara (??????):
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abstract
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nitrogen, carbon, boron,---------mixed with a molten, sodium mixture
with desert sand and beach sand
Objective
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to find if the mixture could be extracted and or separated s
Goal
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Develop a method to recover elements from the Cooled molten mixture: economically prudent methods of extraction. Searching through a large amount of material, to extract something valuable, or repeatedly performing this action to gather information of creating material from the remanent resource.Gold- iron-quartz, and diamond particles.
Stumbling Block
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Monetary hinderance. Need more funds to actually achieve such. Equipment needs to be designed fashioned and created. The largest parts and the smallest parts need to be devolved. People with a vision, and an understanding of creation.Creating equipment for molten salt electrolysis (also known as pyrometallurgical electrowinning) requires designing an environment that can withstand extreme heat (typically 450°C to over 1,000°C), severe chemical corrosion, and intense electrical current. Molten sodium electrolysis is an industrial process used to produce pure metallic sodium and chlorine gas by passing a direct electric current through molten sodium chloride (usually via a Downs Cell). Calcium chloride is often added to lower the melting point from 801°C down to about 580°C.Fabraication of equipment and professional development: finding professionals to do a professional job.
Solution
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Finding a company to acquire this information might the development of such can be done.
( devolping a culture to support interest in this area)
Tagalong
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The symbol or the words,Tristenation or Siftanation means to separate fact from fiction it is a term used in this genre.
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The unlikely alliance
for me you need not be clothed
I understand your fragility
of which the edges are like krill
To you I disclose my being,
for only you I rehearse my songs.
From the truest vestiges of the heart,
where the rumbling of the soul
and electric current making multiple zeds as if ignition cannot be..
until it does..
Erupts this volcano inside of me, the magma of the heart cascading walls and gleam.
Steaming, hissing ,smoking at your feet and there it halts, and there it cools and I deliver me.
Touch me I am warm
Feel me I am true.
Where us unlikely two shall meet, you the tulip, I the lava.
There your trusting brave will do what none would believe.
I give you that diamond of the earth, that stone that doesn’t melt,
under pressure it was formed.
Be sure to stand the allegations of my antagonist
How I need your alibi
Oh how I yearn for truth
I want to be loved like the girls I read about.
With such intensity that when their lips touch, it feels like a soothing fire of passion
I want to feel like I'm the oxygen he needs to survive.
I don't know if I am the kind of girl guys can love like that,
In an all consuming, I can't let her go because she is all I ever want kind of way.
I tell myself that one day somebody will see me with a desire and need Iike Aaron Warner towards Juliette Ferrars or Augustus to his Hazel Grace.
Not denying himself the simple pleasures of taking what he sees as beautiful, a roller coaster that only goes up, and having the exception.
The person who, when we touch my skin feels like an electric current ready to zap anything and anyone that will neutralize it.
Alas, this love only exists in the works of fiction but I still hold out hope,
Hope is a dangerous thing but so is believing in the love we read about.
My flesh resting upon my bones is slowly dying as we all are but we hold out hope,
Because without it humanity would die off.
Without the believers believing and imagining and sharing their desires hope would not exist. And we would not believe in the fictional realms we'll never get to visit except when in the pages of our favorite stories.
I just want to be loved like the girls I read about in books.
We were but strikes of lightening, sealed in a glass jar
Fumbling about with nowhere to go.
Exhausted, we conducted ourselves
With a slight curb of enthusiasm.
Sprung to life with the slightest touch
Electric current twirling forward, then back.
Sparks igniting beneath our toes
Traces of where we've been crackled.
Sizzled in a flash by the dark spot of glass.
We were irresponsible in the abundance of each other
The glass soon stained by soot,
Purified by the euphoria of what came to be known as climatic.
Every taste
Every passion.
Soon exploiting what came to be known as each other.
We polluted ourselves with the taste of each other
Becoming the overcast beneath the top of the jar.
Surrounded by absolute dark.
The way I saw the universe in her eyes
Laying beneath the night sky surrounded by acres of thought
Vast in length
Breathless in thought
A jolt of vibration quivered in heart
"Freedom Sees - Part 1"
Sailing
her clear
Aqua Green
oceans
floating
mysterious exotic
fragrant
Dark Pink
Yellow Frangipani Petals
surround her boat,
gifts sent
from the big fat bellied trees
in the Queen's Land,
standing fixated,
rooted to the spot
they aren’t going anywhere
fast, that’s their lot on
Departure Shores,
waving their
confetti dreams
at the Bamboo Queen
sailing adventuress
standing tall now
not down on her knees.
She’s surveying her pearl beds
Giant Burnt Orange
Lilac Lavendar
Deep Emerald Green
Astropecten Articulatus
accompanying Royalty,
they are far from their
familial home.
Hippocampus.
Syngnathidae,
Olive, Ultra-Marine Blue.
Mate for life.
Sea Dragons.
This is true.
Golden Glistening
Burning Ball
the Sun’s
beckoning ascension,
light beams,
dapple the surface
there is abundant
life underneath
this, her verdant
Sea Bed Circus.
Crystal clear deep waters
full of mothers and daughters
the nexus electric current
for her virtues
her sins,
her babbling
ranting minions,
their downloading zone
go-with-the-flow.
A million zephyrs
cut the air,
they are calling HER
“HOME”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
For GVLM.
For K, M, VC, LJ.
1. "The Messenger", Lisa Gerrard
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGc9nNi1LXU
2.
https://www.amandalinettemeder.com/blog/2014/1/27/10-signs-from-your-deceased-loved-ones
Like many heroes of mysterious Marvel Comics,
Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange is a bolt of magic mix;
Spells of supernatural kinds he works, abundantly,
Crimsons, crystals, ice, rings, chains - in constant redundancy...!
Pile of pure pulverization and annihilation,
The Bolts of Balthakk has become eternal damnation;
On any stuff - solid or liquid - the bolt does explode,
Like iron-oxidation, all powers it does corrode...!
Bounds, rebounds, rings, winks, blows, boomerangs at its master's hands,
Swishes, swooshes; whizzes, whooshes like winds in desert sands;
None in heaven or hell could ever its gravity hold,
Like swift, sly electric current it does its force unfold...!
Is it terrible torch of fire? Or lake of lava?
Is it hydro-nitrogen bomb resembling baklava?
From hands of Doctor Strange, like gold dust they serenely fly,
Clapping, crashing, flashing, dazzling, booming, zooming they spry...!
Doctor Strange manipulates these bolts like liquid plasma,
For him, a magic-surgeon, it's mere mental miasma;
An awesome third eye adorns the forehead of Doctor Strange,
For mesmerized kids, these are, delightful amusement-range...!
30 August 2022
Doctor Strange Spells Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Oh my Beloved,
Thank you for being you,
so savage a voice such a soft touch;
I know how gentle feels,
in the harshness of your arms
and the tenderness of your words;
Sparks that only become amplified
when I see the flame in your eyes
and watch it burn;
An endless ocean
that I know you would cross or destroy
for me;
Thank you;
I succumb to this poetic awakening
I was hiding for so long;
You are the rhythm in between my lines
an electric current that shocked my soul;
So pardon these rhymes and ramblings
You make it hard for me to speak;
So,I thought I would write you a letter
Throw up a cliche’ and say,
I love you my Beloved;
I am so glad you’re you.
Naseauted by the sermon,
by their definition of love
brush the taste of vomit off of my tongue.
Head screaming, sit in a pew.
"lord, the father. My heart belongs to you"
assuring the assured, with their egos oh so tall.
all the while assuring me I will fall.
The screaming masses of bodies
The adrenaline, running through everyone in an electric current.
The night before that sunday
So fun
Protesting the church
Masked they stand, in clouds of tear gas and hate. Screaming about the right of man. No. She will marry her wife.
No matter what these people say.
The sunday school teacher,
Intoxicated enough to forget the next line in their group chant. Lord the father, my heart belongs to you.
Hypocrite. The word rings in her ears.