Posted on February 14, 2009 at 7:07am
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"When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars"
From the Musical Hair
Forty years ago, these words were written in the verse of the song called Aquarius. Intuitive indeed, they were. For at 7:25 am (UT) on February 14th, the cosmos align to create this actual alignment, in support of the collective manifestation of love, peace, and the dawning of Aquarius.
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iPeace is deleted from David Califa the end of June. Here you can find a new home.
http://peaceformeandtheworld.ning.com/
You are cordially invited.
Warm regards, Eva
Hi Sis! Hope you are liveing life to the full.
Have missed you and havent been on here much but am tryin to reconnect.
Talk to you soon Sis
Hugs,
Des.
I want to say " Have a wonderful weekend and a prosperous week".
May all of your wishes come true this very day.
Blessings,
Boniface

"Happy Trails" & Happy iPeacing"
Hippy Al
Anat-Elyah, Back too
Al.............."Now You can"
"And hopefully You visit more often and You"
"Happy Trails" & "Happy iPeaceing"just something about being human...
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http://gentledragon.org/love/page2.pdf
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may the calming and comforting warmth
of all that surrounds you
keep you in excellent health and spirit
and make each and every of your dreams come true
my thought s and prayers are with you forever
please add m to your frinds
peac,
james
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LUNAR SCAPE FINALE
BY JAMES A. GALAGANO
THERE BELOW YOUR BEAMING SMILE
WITHIN EACH WEB OF YOUR SUBLIME REFLECTION
CONSTANTLY ENTHRALLED BY EACH EXHALE
PALED BY EACH MOVEMENT COMPLIMENTING THE HORIZON'S RAINBOW
WHO KNEW THESE COLORS COULD BE REBORN
WITHIN THIS PRESCRIPTIVE FINITE FRAME
PEERING INTO THE EYES OF TOMORROW'S POTENTIAL
AS IT EMBRACED THIS SHIVERING FRAILTY
WITH EACH UNOBTRUSIVE FLAIR
UNAWARE OF THE GLIMMER AROUSED
WHERE DEATH HAS BUILT A HOSPICE
AS TOMORROW COUNTS THE DAYS
EVERY MORNING'S REFLECTION
AWAITS A CURE NEVER FORTHCOMING
AS CHEMOTHERAPY DELIGHTS AT THIS FINAL WALTZ
I AM UNABLE TO DANCE TO YOUR REDEMPTIVE MELODY
LONGING FOR YOUTH SETTING
BEYOND ANOTHER POLLUTED HORIZON
WHERE MY EYES FIRST CAPTURED YOUR FLEETING PROMISE
TO CURE THESE BLINDED EYES
OF EACH SURROUNDING SORROW'S NEFARIOUS INTENT
I TRIED TO WRITE YOU A LETTER
BUT REFRAINED FOR FEELING PRURIENT
THOUGH MY AIMS WERE TRUE
THEY MISSED THEIR MARK AS THEY USUALLY DO
FALLING UPON A GENERATIONAL DECLINE
WHERE DEATH EAGERLY AWAITS ANOTHER MORTAL WHINE
BEFORE THIS MIND SETS QUICKLY INTO TOMORROW
ONE FINAL REMARK, REMEMBER SOMETHING ABOUT ME
BESIDES THIS HOSPITAL BED CRAVING FOR SLEEP
TO TAKE ANOTHER LOST SOUL WHERE THESE WAKELESS NIGHTS
NOW LONG FOR ETERNAL SLEEP SOON TO COME
HERE IS WHERE I LIE ALONE VISITED BY NO ONE
I LOVE WHAT YOU ARE DOING , KEEP ON KICKING ASS .
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO CANADA AS I LIVE IN VANCOUVER BC.
SIR JOHAN 111
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