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Bob – Common Sense and Clarity in Troubled Times

Posted in Family, life, Opinion, politics with tags , , , , , , , on March 27, 2020 by segarini

Interesting times, these.

Unlike any I can remember. Oddly enough, it is now, when we are all so far apart, that we are united and closer than we have ever been. The whole mudball in the same boat. Proof we are ALL brothers and sisters with the exception of the few who cannot and will not embrace what their eyes, and surely their subconcious, inform them of what is happening all around them. There is little talk of war. Less hate. More understanding. As though we have all been handed a pair of glasses that corrects our sight and headphones that make the voices loud and clear.

This is a moment of spiritual awakening and clarity that needs to be embraced and acted upon.

This column has been cobbled together from previous articles written in 2015 and 2016, with current additional material. It is long and it is (for me, anyway) so on point to our current situation that I find it almost eerie.

My lovely GF speaks often of going with her feelings, of spiritual moments she has experienced that seem out of place or out of the ordinary, and I must admit I have made fun of her in regards to those moments, but I can honestly say I now understand what she means.

Take your time, but PLEASE read this through when you can and add your thoughts in the ‘Reply’ section at the bottom of the column.

Let’s do our best to get to the other side of this problem with new knowledge and respect for one another. In the meantime, Be Well, Stay Safe, and Have Hope.

Much love to all of you …even those who still cannot see clearly.

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JAIMIE VERNON – ROLL ON DOWN THE 2015 HIGHWAY

Posted in Opinion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 17, 2015 by segarini

Merch table_Hamilton_Dave Rave_2002Unlike the many industries that burp and seize up in anticipation of Christmas – and ultimately stop dead in its tracks – Rock ‘n Roll never takes a break. It doesn’t go on holiday. It lives on an endless perpetual calendar of sex, stimulants and adrenalin. It bounds and plods and steamrolls and even hemorrhages creativity despite the sleepy respite that is observed by the denizens of the normal world.

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