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Coincidently, I'm Daniel from Ohio, Columbus. Back in the day,
I wore out a few guitfiddles myself. My fav was the old Strat.
I even had a '68 Black Beauty, which I didn't really care for,
since the humbuckers' tone was too fat, too dark. I still have
an old, personalized Roland, as it were, nicked-named by others
as the "Blue Meanie". And I have a newer Ovation A/E Bass which
I keep de-tuned to about C#...fun to "thump on" once and awhile.
My prize is the near-mint 1923 Chickering grand out of Boston.
I even have an old TS-10, surely obsolete by today's standards.
Presently, I'm in my fiftieth tropical year mortally incarnate,
old enough to know that no one is truly "anonymous"; quite the
opposite, in fact. Not only marginally, ergo mundanely, rather
much more to the Nth degree profoundly. Some call this "remote
viewing", others psychic detective work, likewise clairvoyance,
clairaudience, clairsentience, etc. Really, anybody can do it,
yet few do all men being Created equal some moreso than others.
But as such know when not to get too curious much less openly
discuss what is best remain occulted, eclipsed from the world,
from the injustice of the age. That's why psychic detectives,
mediums, producers, particularly who carry the burden for the
State, are careful not to draw attention beyond the paygrade,
so to speak. The psychic's Prime Directive, non-interference,
but by invitation only ergo quia si duo ex vobis consenserint
super terram de omni re quacumque petierint fiet illis a Patre
meo qui in caelis est (easy enough to "google", if you prefer).
Seeing, hearing, feeling, etc. the heavens & hells is not for
the fainthearted, as experience knows first-hand. So close to
home--barely a heartbeat away. I believe that's why those who
are of the third part so star-crossed in their hells-on-earth,
when Atropos severs their silver chord the familiar home-away-
from-home returns; for some souls slowly, others more quickly,
some uninterrupted, as to live through death, like the Samurai
(or as Edgar Cayce called the clear *interpretation* of death).
That's why the unbelievers believe them-selves to disbelieve,
because deep down in the Abyss, to them asleep, never sleeps.
So unbelievers go through their mundane lives "asleep at the
wheel", only to awaken in death, in shame, and contempt, and
the sound of the weeping and gnashing of teeth is deafening!
Hell is not only aflame with the ill-willed energies, but is
also very LOUD. The lake ignited is very noisy and clamorous.
Until the unbelievers look into the terror of the Abyss, i.e.
approaching near to the Dark Cloud, they'll be standing afar
off seeing the thunderings, and lightnings, and the sound of
trumpets, and the mountain fuming, terrified and in a panic
at the concussions. In a word, unbelievers can't come vis-a-
vis with their occulted shadowself and so they shut her off,
being shut out by doors they can't open, and shut in by the
selfsame doors, opened up to doors they can't close, as the
broad, one-way gates of Diis Manibus, of whom Plouton-Hades
reigns Supreme Vt audiret gemitus compeditorum, vt solueret
filios interemptorum.
Sincerely,
Daniel Joseph Min
http://www.2hot2cool.com/11/danieljosephmin/
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