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0 posted 08-30-2003 02:39 PM       View Profile for Mistletoe Angel   Email Mistletoe Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Mistletoe Angel's Home Page   View IP for Mistletoe Angel

---------Saturday, August 30, 2003---------

Hey everyone! Your favorite Mistletoe Angel here, which some of you also know as Singing Sparrow, DaffodilAngel, so many other cute names I come up with!

Welcome to my new interactive journal, where both those of you who have gotten to know me and those not quite familiar with me can get a close glimpse of my many thoughts, journies, escapades,
ponderings, epiphanies, dreams, sleepwalks, the whole package. I love to talk and love to hear other people talk too, so let's get to spread horizons!

Just this week, I began my second year at the University of Colorado at Boulder. Yep, yep, I know, for so long many continue to herald the domain as the #1 party school in the Mid-west, yet I would prefer a nice read and a mango smoothie over the disco lights and Smirnoff any evening. Guess I just like to live the dream of a pioneer or Robert Pirsig, getting to ride down the frontier line all over again. Makes me miss that mini Etch-A-Sketch I used to play with all the time as a boy, charting my own cities and by-passes. Re-inventing U.S 66 would be a miracle in my mind.

Anyway, here is my schedule for the Fall 2003 Term:


MONDAY-WEDNESDAY-FRIDAY

12:00-12:50: Intro To Creative Writing
1:00-1:50: Intro To Humanities 1
2:00-2:50: Second Year Spanish
3:00-3:50: Recitation: umanities

TUESDAY-THURSDAY

2:00-3:15: History of the American Southwest

What's funny is how my mind wasn't originally aimed toward the arts and humanities. I remember quite so vividly engaged in chemistry and building rockets you can launch with a remote, making my own geodes and amethyst caves out of food coloring agents and styrofoam. In trying to escape the pressure from the bullies that picked on me walking home from school every afternoon, I would engage in these after-school extracurricular sci-fi classes. I'd make these models of molecules out of cornstarch and rice tortillas, or design your own matchbox cars then launch them with a magnet. It's funny how your parents may ask you time and time again what you want to be when you grow up, when simply the predilection is to simply be a child and explore all the possibilities. I never had a real happy childhood outside my family but a least I got to try and experiment. I believe our tastes never get sour or bitter, they only evolve, and I still respect those who dedicate their lives to finding technical solutions that can apply to our daily practical lives. Just isn't part of my repertoire, I suppose. Science has romance, no doubt, just not as much as before. There is a conduit that scientists follow in order to find new answers, and I guess I'm just a bit impatient in that department. I want to be able to create, paint, sculpt, be the architect of my own monument! And I want to share it! That's what art is all about, sharing. Vincent Van Gogh is a genius in my book, as is J. Ann Masiker, Gilbert Williams, and that artist our dear friend Suetang loves so very much, Josephine Wall. I just love that you share her art in your poetry, dearest Sue, as I believe to see as much art as possible is a blessing. And I vow to keep sharing also on my part!

Before I became part of this wonderful Passions family (I love you all so much, Pooh bear
hugs for everyone, yay! ) I went on wild Google searches trying to find magazines I could submit my poetry to. The first place I submitted poetry to was known as Perspectives Magazine. Come to think of it, it has been a while since I've been there, but if it still exists, it is at http://www.perspectivesmagazine.com.  I submitted four poems there: "An April Without Rain", "Good Morning Cameron", "Silver Linings", and I am unsure of the fourth but it may have been "Eta Carrirae", named after a white dwarf star that exploded in recent years. The host enjoyed my work, yet it was a slow site and I knew I needed to find more. So I tried Poets Place, and got only a couple submitted there. Then one March day while searching, I discovered a poetry forum by the name of Papa's Poetry Circle. One of the hosts was (yep, you guessed it) none other than our pal Cpat Hair! VAS (Virginia Salter) was also a frequent poster there, Mutington, Whittler, and others. I went by the name DaffodilAngel then, and I actually had my very own poetry forum later, by the name of "Dreaming With The Daffodils". I have always been fascinated with flowers, but daffodils in particular because my grandparents, who live in the southeast Missouri countryside, have meadows in their backyard filled with them, along with day lilies, and I just love to lie down among them (even when the honeybees are out, LOL!) I originally titled my own poetry forum that because of my surreal love for the daffodil meadow but now come to think of it more, I also titled my abode that as a tribute of love to my grandparents who I love ever so much. Yep, that was a wonderful experience for me. For a while my forum would have 30-40 poets a day posting there, and I love company. But then when I was deep in my studies, I couldn't watch over the forum and it finally collapsed, so I closed the forum but left open the archives so the memories can be there. There is always a possibility I will re-open the forum, as I would love all you friends of mine there, and I'll let you know if that becomes possible.

It was a very interesting experience for me to get to share poetry on a more social level. I would submit three times a day most days, then I decided to expand my vision. So I identified a link from Krysalis to the now-late forum Beyond The Bridge, featuring a fabulous poet by the name of Michelle who went by the nick-name Krysalis. She is quite talented, and I regret to inform I don't know where she may post her poetry now. But there I met so many familiar poets, such as Mutington, Startime, Whittler, and Cheryl. I guess at certain times moderating the place, Krysalis was going through some tough times, so we kept praying for her and if I recall correctly, she closed the forum suddenly when it may have become too much for her. It was quite a shame. I have much respect for her and know God is taking care of her and her loved ones. It was just before that time that Mutington (Joyce O'Neal) told me she had opened her own poetry forum, and I deeply appreciated her poetry and comments very much, so I joined in immediately. Even with a few small hiatuses in the running of the forum, Mutington's Meadow remains open (you can find her gorgeous forum at http://www.voy.com/7622/          
and I was one of her original "meadowlarks" as she loves to call her family of poet friends. The place just continued to get bigger and when the forum originally had a black background with yellow text font, she designed it so it truly felt second to nature itself. She put in gorgeous robin-egg sky wallpaper, added pictures of a meadow which she changed seasonly, and included WAV files of sparrows and orioles chirping and chipmunks giggling! It felt just like home, and though my studies kept me away from the forum a few periods of time, Joyce continues to call me a true meadowlark. I hold so much respect for her!

Finally, I discovered Passions in Poetry when I noticed Joyce and Startime (Karen), who was her
co-host at the time, posting there. When I first saw the forum I said "Wow, look at all those people here!". What did I have to lose? So I made my first post on December 17, 2000 at around 12:30 that afternoon. I went with the name Mistletoe Angel I suppose because my name was originally Daffodil Angel and Mistletoe Angel sounded appropriate for the winter and holiday season. Now when I think about my name more often, I think my name has more meaning than ever. I believe Christmas is the most beautiful holiday of all and along with celebrating the birth of Jesus, it is all about the values of family and loved ones, to share, to love, to give, to be merry. Shouldn't that be what life is all about? I certainly don't mean every day you must buy presents for your loved ones, but to give your love, share your love, to love unconditionally. I now truly believe I am a good person, and want to be everyone's companion. I want to try and make every day feel like Christmas to your hearts, knowing you have a friend and are special. Mr. Rogers and Bob Ross taught me these values when I watched their shows all the time, and I believe in them with all my heart. So I attempt
to set an example and spread the flu of love to everyone, as mistletoe is a parasite but some parasites can be beautiful if they make you feel warm and toasty inside.

I must admit that I took me a while to feel welcomed at Passions. I was guilty then about
believing the more comments you get for a poem, the more special you are. I never got above 8 comments on any poem until I neared my first anniversary at Passions. I had a huge streak of poems only getting 1 or 2 replies, sometimes zero. That truly made me feel a little sad inside. And I admit that before I didn't comment nearly as much as I do now, neverheless I still followed the suggested posting guidelines and made an effort on many occasins to comment to at least a few poems before posting. I guess I felt hopeless, but I stayed on Passions because I had a couple loyal friends posting alongside me that supported me, and, because I have a strong will at things I take pride in. Finally, when I was going through a period of depression, and truly wanted to leave Passions, so many of you wonderful friends tugged at the heart on my sleeve, begging me not to go. And I must confess that when I saw all your gorgeous comments and e-mails, it made me cry in floods of tears and gave my heart big hugs. So I stayed and since then this whole place feels like a second family to me, yay!

I'm going to...to the best of my ability...update as my story continues. We all have a story to tell
and I, for one, love to tell all about it, so my friends and loved ones can in the future have all
I say to remember me by. Love you all, here's Bear In The Big Blue House hugs for you all, yay!    

Love,
Noah Eaton





I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (08-30-2003 02:48 PM).]

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1 posted 08-31-2003 11:06 AM       View Profile for Earth Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Earth Angel

Noah, getting to know you better makes me love you even more now, my dear angel friend! This was so beautiful, so guileless, so open and honest. You share your heart, soul, talent--and some interesting tidbits and links! lol

I look forward to following your journal!

Loves 'n hugs,
Linda
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2 posted 08-31-2003 11:24 AM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Noah?

Is that a mango smoothie with smirnoff?

hmmm...

serenity is intrigued.



smile, and since I am sadly lacking a life these days, I'll just live vicariously through YOU.

So...get out there and have some fun!
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4 posted 08-31-2003 11:30 PM       View Profile for Mistletoe Angel   Email Mistletoe Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Mistletoe Angel's Home Page   View IP for Mistletoe Angel

------------Sunday, August 31, 2003----------

Ever since I was a little boy, I have loved collecting various, random objects, pictures, and trinkets. Ambience is a $5.00 word for atmosphere, and I take almost any word written in dactyllic pronounciation seriously. Is that right?

Every generation leaves something behind that is truly "it". In my case, it would be Micro Machines, Boglins (remember those Smurfs Meet The Munsters things?) Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, Matchbox sets, Furbys, My Little Ponies, and of course...the legendary Pogs. You remember pogs, don't you? Those little cardboard capers in all sorts of groovy artistic designs that you pound with a slammer and get as many as you can that land face-up! Yep, I was part of that Hawaiian craze. Come Christmas of 1996, I probably raised the stock up $12.00 before Christmas eve.

I also got a Sega Genesis back then, and fell in love with Sonic the Hedgehog. I still have my Genesis, and I also have my Sonic plush toy, the Sonic mini-pinball machine, and I used to have the Sonic handheld game and Sonic cassette player. Except for Dr. Robotnik, who didn't love that spunky blue rodent? Some of my young wildest dreams was to have those candy-cane sneakers and run as fast as him. I even tried track-and-field as a child, and I was never that fast though I could jog long distances without pausing. For eight consecutive weeks I ran the famous annual Bolder-Boulder 10K race each Memorial Day. I have a picture from every one of those races, including the first year when I dumped lemon-lime Gatorade in my hair! It took a good three hours to get the stickiness out!

When you often hear about what boys love to play with, you usually hear army men. My grandpa did give me a shoebox filled with them, though I never played war with them. Instead, I invited them to join tea parties with my sisters, who used to collect My Little Ponies and Barbies and I just adored playing with them. That's OK, you can call me a goof if you want but I have truly always loved what girls play with, as that is how we should play with each other.

I also have a big love for stuffed animals. For instance, do you remember that cute, spunky chihuahua Gidget, who used to be the spokesperson for Taco Bell? (giggles) I still love that pup sooooooo much, and in fact I tape-recorded all his commericals I could find on a Maxwell VHS and love to watch them on a nothing-doing day. I have a stuffed Gidget that I keep beside me when I go to sleep, as well as a Tweety Bird, Mr. Bill, Woody Woodpecker, Brer Frog from Songs of The Southland, and a cute hamster in a gi with numchuks that sings "Kung-Fu Fighting" while twirling his numchuks when you push the button on his wrist. And...remember when Ty Beanie Babies were the real thing? I have a truckload of them, just because they look sooooooo cute. I also have some of those Grateful Deady bears. I have yet to find the Jerry Garcia collectors edition.

I too have action figures, in fact a good number of them. I have almost the whole collection of those Austin Powers action figures with those sound clips that speak one big catch-phrase from each character. I got Austin, Dr. Evil in both his grey suit and space suit, Mini-Me, Dr. Evil and Mini-Me with the Mini-Mobile, Fat (expletive), Scott Evil...much of the bandwagon. Speaking of which, does anyone know where I can happen to find Nigel Powers? That would be much appreciated!     In addition, I have Tarzan, the Buffy The Vampire Slayer series, a few of the Crash Bandicoot series, Star Wars, Xena: Warrior Princess, my cousin Zackery gave me some of his WWF figurines, I have a lot of them. I got many in particular because I used to make my own creative home video action series, which I titled "Justice Offbeats", which I will talk about it next time.

But my passion in collecting goes far beyond toys. I am stoked in collecting items in every place I go to as possible. I collect business cards, license plates (I am up to 26 states so far) which I hang on my bedroom wall, posters, like the Shakira one I have on my closet, some of my favorite Avalanche players like Patrick Roy who retired earlier tis year from the NHL, and some of my favorite movies like The Breakfast Club, lava lamps, tie-dyed T-shirts, sarapes, Hawaiian shirts, incense holders, The Onion newspapers, hats, soda cans from foreign countries, Archie comics, bumper stickers with inspiring quotes, stickers with subliminal messages like "Free Tibet" and "Mind The Gap", brochures from state parks and Disney resorts, Latin candy wrappers, geodes, lunchboxes are some of my favorite collectables, like The Little Rascals & I Love Lucy, and many other trinkets that were "it" from earlier generations like chattering teeth and Rubix cubes. I make an effort to continue to update my bulletin board (which I haven't gotten to do as of late) as I believe that there is a reason why we all use bulletin boards. It represents a window of your soul, and I believe we all must festoon it like Michaelangelo painted the Sistine chapel ceiling or any Florence artist that made the most extraordinary frescoes, so take that wall and make a masterpiece that doesn't have to make sense until one takes time to examine it day by day, and then come to realize, "Hey, this is just you!".

By how I describe my room, some of you may think I am rather disorganized. I find that half-true. I believe I am as organized as I should be, for if you live on routine, schedules, and organization every day, I believe oneself begins to feel disorganized. Dedicating a life to keeping a house clean can somehow feel depressing to me. I am not thrilled about trash being on the floor or dirt being on the carpet, but I believe our rooms should have a mess in some way, just to know that we feel right at home. To me, keeping a house all spick and span in every aspect and coming home from work one day and stepping right into the room can truly not feel like home at all, rather like checking into a hotel or a house you're rentaling for Spring break. When I see the character me and my sisters rooms has, I feel lucky and free.

So, let this be the lesson for today! I have a nostrum for everyone who may feel constantly incarcerated in apathy and routine. Make it a mission (if you choose to accept it) to embrace the world each day, on every drive in your vehicle or stroll down the boulevard, and find something random or look for something random, or if you have a friend with you, each time speak of something different other than the usual tagline "How's it going?" or "Wassup?" or "How was your day?". God gave us a gift to speak and create, and offered us a library of beautiful words in various vernaculars, so take advantage of this limited-time offer and express yourself in various ways, as you only live once!

Uh oh, I hear your mom calling you, she wants you to clean your room! No wait, she said mess your room! You heard her, so get up there, scatter some magazines and photogaphs on the floor, and I guess I'll let you go for now! Take care now, bye bye then!

Love,
Noah Eaton

Currently In My CD Player:

More Than You Think You Are: matchbox twenty
New York: Lou Reed
A New Day At Midnight: David Gray



I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (09-01-2003 04:19 AM).]

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----------Monday, September 1, 2003----------



Heroes...exactly who (or whom) are heroes? I've seen this word take on too many various meanings through the pages I've read and the stories I hear from others. Your Webster's dictionary would define a hero (or heroine) as "a man (or woman) noted for feats of courage or nobility of purpose, especially one who has risked or sacrificed his life". Pondering this truth, if I had to pick the three most heroic acts ever seen or known through my own eyes, they would be Jesus sacrificing Himself to save us all from ultimate sin, Mister Rogers dedicating his entire life to providing the values of love and feeling special to our children,and Simon Birch in John Irving's classic "A Prayer for Owen Meany" sacrificing his 12-year old body from hypothermia to save many children, the priest, and Owen himself when the school bus plunges into the icy lake. I even cried seeing the movie, even when it wasn't exactly like the book, and I don't care what critics say: that movie truly touched and changed my life and how I view the true heroes of the world today. One half of my mind tells me our world lacks heroes, because I feel the world has changed, but hasn't evolved much. Hence I'm reminded of when Simon heartily exclaims ""...things will be different ... once God makes me a hero." Then, in the other half of my mind, we all have potential to be heroes, when I believe it when John Barth said, "Everyone is necessarily the hero of his (or her) own life story."

"What is a hero without love for mankind?", Doris Lessing once said. This is perhaps the biggest rhetorical question we face each day, yet it is astounding to me how many forget to contemplate it. Between the ages of 6 and 14 when I watched Mr. Rogers every morning on PBS at 6:30 in the morning before going to school with my red lunchbox, I valued his show just because I felt it was right. But now, growing up, I value Mr. Rogers and his show more than ever because I believe, truthfully, holding true to what we learned as children is how we should live as adults, as I believe God made little boys and little girls, not adults, because He believes we should hold true from the start and innocence is what we're born with. Sadly there are corrupt politicians who forget this, or perhaps never even realized this, and even when they rest their hands on the good book, they never truly understood it and that is why bombs are falling and children are crying in our world. Anyone can argue strongly with what a hero is nowadays, just as they would with what "freedom" means, but I truly believe there are heroes still living in this world, plenty of them, just patiently waiting to be identified.

"You don't raise heroes, you raise sons. And if you treat them like sons, they'll turn out to be heroes, even if it's just in your own eyes.". I believe in what Walter Schirra said, and in fact, what he said also truly changed my life, feeding me with the incentive that we all must love each other like brothers and sisters. I never forget every one of us is imperfect, but if God treats every one of us like sons and daughters, there is no excuse to why we can't set the same example. And that is just my incentive: to identify the world as my family, with everyone being my mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, cousins, uncles, aunts, grandparents from every generation, and all my parents-in-law twice removed. And yes, I know my family will have a bigger brother or two that will always pick on me, or perhaps a little sister that loves to taddle-tale, or a father that sometimes is neglectful, yet I can tolerate that as it only makes me stronger and helps e develop into the person I am born to be. We are family, never forget that.

So next time you see your brothers picking on others or making others cry in this world and it bothers you, you must approach them and let them know how you feel. Our politicians, philosophers, preachers, teachers...everyone, are our siblings in spirit, so next time you see one pinch or fight or bomb another, please speak out! That is not pure family conduct and when few of us take action, there is bound to never be a peaceful family reunion. That is how I envision a hero nowadays, a big brother who stands up for his little sister when a bully gives her a hard time, then mediates with the bully and if he doesn't cooperate, simply goes to detention and feels the pity.

Jesus never wore a red cape. Mr. Rogers was never in the Justice League (at least in the DC Comics). Simon Birch in many readers hearts was an angel sent from heaven, who never even flied. There are more heroes than you may think, so greet your neighbors warmly and tuck your children to bed with hugs and a kiss on the forehead.

OK, off I go now to catch The Powerpuff Girls! Bubbles is such a cutie! Onward to the Powerpuff Signal, whooooooooossshhh!

Love,
Noah Eaton



I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***


[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (09-02-2003 02:03 AM).]

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6 posted 09-02-2003 12:26 AM       View Profile for Earth Angel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Earth Angel

Noah, it is a privilege to read your journal!
It is full of Americana and should be put in a time capsule! You have so many wonderfully informative tidbits throughout your journal. A pleasure to read and I like getting to know you better! To know you, is to love you, my angel friend!


Linda

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you are just the sweetest person in the world

insanity is not a crime

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It is a real pleasure to get to know this side of you my friend.
What a sweetheart you are!
Big Hugs!
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-----------Wednesday, Septeber 3, 2003---------

Start your engines and set the controls for the heart of the sun...or at least prepare your low riders, and prepare to be dazzled with the christened origin of how I became the Mistletoe Angel you all know and love. Just try not to drive too fast, or use too much gas either, I hate to see someone pay $2.00 per gallon so this one is on me.

Before that magical February 2, 2000, when I first etched my quill upon the lucid white parchment, before the Rainbow Dancer emerged and cited my rainbow connection, before I got myself my beautiful Ovation acoustic, before I became a Serpahic Member upon these robin-egg blue pages, I was a lost spirit. You may not notice it, but I am currently in a massive stage of transformation, metamorphosis if you will, and the whole Tilt-A-Whirl joyride is exhilarating. I am seeing a whole bunch of new faces, exploring new horizons, my guitar has become my lover, and my voice is reaching for the sun, it's all dutch-door action.

Yes, before what I love to call the "Kaleidoscope Whistle" saga, there was one extraordinary man (I sure hope you're reading this, my friend) who reached his hand to me and got me immersed in the sonorous world of poetry and art...Philippe (Mozart) Ernewein. Take a bow, pass Go, collect $200.

Yes, this pony-tailed beatific bogart is my hero. My inspiration. My friend. Like The Lone Ranger, Prefontaine, and that DJ that smiled all throughout your high school party all put into that life-size teddy bear, customized deep in your inner Build-A-Bear workshop that first time you see his smile, with those friendly, beady eyes.

One day when I was feeling down and uninspired as many days, he told me his life story, written in the form of his incredible memoirs titled "Talkin' Tonto Deconstruction Blues", about how he grew up in Belgium, his father struggling of alcohol overdose and living only with his mom and siblings. He said he loved watching western gunslinger shows, especially The Lone Ranger. He said to his mom, "Mommy, are we really going to America to meet them? Are we? Are we? Are We?". And his mom promised him yes and when my teacher was 8, he moved to Virginia. Just like me, he got bullied by school kids, only because he could barely speak any English at all. He went to school on a very small school bus, he remembers, and also finally he learned English eventually and started to earn respect. Yet, he told me, he was still troubled. He didn't know what he wanted to do with his life. He was thinking "Who would ever thought I would make it this far, yet what is my grand incentive?" So when he got up to my age, he became a local disc jockey at a Richmond station, and that is actually the same time Dave Matthews was becoming popular in Virginia and touring with Hootie & The Blowfish all along the east coast. (As a matter of fact, you won't believe this, but Dave Matthews met him one fateful day and performed a few songs for my teacher in the backyard of his hometown including "Satellite" I am absolutely not kidding! They even asked him if he wanted to be a roadie, but he declined, saying he made up his mind and wanted to devote his life to college and teaching.

Finally, in inspiring him to start writing, my teacher, when he was 22, taught at a university in Louisiana. After a while, he said he got exhausted and wanted to find a place "far away from civilization". Someplace where he could dream peacefully, meditate, escape the pressures of obligation, the corundrum of expectation and routine, run over his dogma with karma. This place he went to was Chaco Canyon in New Mexico, a beautiful canyon which I actually visited with him two years ago, and there, he became a park ranger and eventually befriended all the Native American Indians there. They taught him how to make good dried bread there, displayed their traditional beliefs, and never feeling more free, he told me that moment changed his life forever and released him from the anxiety, the nervous energy. He then mentioned he searched diligently for the best schools and by Gods luck, he chose to devote his heart to Denver Academy and this is where we crossed paths.

Simply reading his memoirs and recognizing the pseudo nostalgia, the familiarity, has changed my life forever. Once he touched my heart, I wrote "An April Without Rain" about my tears. He said it was marvelous and told me I have to keep writing and let everyone know how I feel and replace the sadness with the beauty of life, which I have already soaked up much of, yay! That day was February 2, 2000 when I got my first poem out there. A little more than 10 months later would be when I first discovered Passions!

Of course I cut a long, artistic, colorful story short, so if you like to read the unabridged, uncensored, slick, sleek hardbound edition of this epic, visit your local library (At least it SHOULD be in there) or you can contact Mozart himself at pernewein@denveracademy.org

There, you will also see never-before-seen footage, from his college adventures in Louisiana to his action-packed dual with the arroyo. Maybe if we get lucky I can get the man in here and he can provide us with the Talkin' Tonto Deconstruction Blues Directors Cut! Kooky!

There are some other remarkable friends that have also driven me: Julie Doyle, Carrie Dunlap, Bill Petry, Carey Jones, Anne Laurie Twarogowski just to name a few of many. But I just want to acknowledge each of you wonderful friends individually in this journal so they'll just have to wait for the very, very, very near future! You know the proverb "Good things come to those who wait" and I am all about giving to my family. Yes, I am using the word "family" here, the proverbial use of "family" because I couldn't of got this far without you all. I never thought I'd make it this far, and there proves the whole notion of "Forsake thy inhibitions, pursue thy dreams". It is clear to me now...anything is possible, and I am going to embrace what may seem impossible. So let's hear it to everyone who gave me a hug, everyone who gave me a kiss on the cheek, everyone who gave me something to read, everyone who told me a good joke, everyone who made me cry, everyone who teased me, even those who had the nerve to pick on and intimidate me as a child. All is thankful, all is appreciated, all is forgiven, and all of you have transformed me into this Mistletoe Angel you see today!

Golly, it's getting late here (or shall I say early?). Barbara G. Harrison always said, "To sleep is an act of faith" so I better pay my tithes to the Sandman and make another bold pilgrimage to the Dreamweaver! Lights out, music on, and Elmo hugs and peace signs for all!

Love,
Noah Eaton





I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***


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Noah, I don't ever want you to stop writing this journal! It's fascinating, informative, and entertaining! Your sense of humor shines through brilliantly. Your teacher sounds like a fascinating man.

You sound wonderful! So up-beat and happy! I think writing this is as good for you as it is for us to read! You are actually writing your autobiography!

Love ya, Angel Man!
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------------Wednesday, September 3, 2003------------

Connecting With Rainbows

Long in my life, I have been fascinated with flower power. Where the pollen got into my bloodstream, I don’t know: my father lives by schedules and practicality and my mother is deeply into politics yet the most loving and compassionate mother, so I guess I just discovered the passion on my own. I am a flower child; my heart belongs to the heart of the matter, and that heart of the matter is love itself. I oppose every war, as I find there is no excuse to resort to any form of violence between siblings. I have a lust for adventure and discovering myself through an array of misadventures and not through conformity. I believe we should all unite but not conform. I love to wear clothing that is unique: besides my extensive tie-dye selection I love to wear my Teva sandals everywhere, T-shirts with my favorite rock bands, Hawaiian shirts, anything with some sort of unrecognized, artistic value. Sometimes my mother insists I wear mono-colored T-shirts to school, and decide to obey her though I do not admire that fashion. And though of course I want to have a family in the future, thus I need to earn money, I truly am anti-capitalistic and should I become a rock star or famous artist, I will give much of it to my love and children and give much of the rest to Toys For Tots, Greenpeace, or some other organizations I admire, non-profit based ones. And…of course…my hair, has continued to grow out as I believe you can truly learn much about a person just by looking at their hair. I find my hair to have a lot of character, showing I am a free and rebellious spirit. My Spanish teacher Ms. Doyle said she loves men with long hair too because she finds a romance in them, some mystery, and everyone should have just a bit of mystery to themselves. You can be truthful and honest and have a little mystery in you! The only thing that divides me from the ultimate hippy back in the day was the fact I don’t smoke and am zero-tolerant to drugs and alcohol. That’s probably why the Flower Age died out I imagine, I love burning incense and the scents are so spiritually relaxing, but if you encage the spirits inside of you, you will only wither away quicker. Burn incense instead. Let the spirits dance around you. I love burning patchouli, the essence growing hippies always used to burn. Lotus Champa is great too. You’ve got to stay healthy if you are going to get out there and rebel; we need our lungs and we need our kidneys.

It truly is sad how these times have passed. I accept some change, but only if traditions are respected. Sadly, I truly believe tradition is fading to black in this country, from the FCC raising the consolidation cap to 35% and tarnishing the diversity in our media, to people like Rob Unz attempting to steal bi-lingual education and the romance of language diversity in the United States, to our politicians making dishonest excuses about going to war. Let’s face it, we’re slowly turning into an oligarchy, and so many do not support what’s going on. Come to think of it, that must be where I got diagnosed with the flower power syndrome, though I have been in love with this phenomenon since I was five years old.

I dream so many times of standing there on the corner of Haight and Ashbury, riding around with Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters from sea to shining sea, publishing the first rainbow newspaper with holographic images and good news as the headlines, being signed as the lead singer for The Diggers and eventually seeing my face through a platinum record with them, opening up for Grateful Dead in ’69 and sitting in coffee shops over mochas with Peter Coyote. Dang, I wish I could talk as fast as that Neil Cassady. If I wanted to meet one person to have a deep and comely conversation with more than anyone in the world, it would be him, simply because he always had something to say, in fact Jerry Garcia said he was himself too much he was unbelievable and wanted to say “OK, take the energy down a tad, Neily!”. Wouldn’t that be so much fun to sit back in that 1939 Harvester with “Further” written on your shirt and talk the day and dream the nights over? I believe my nick-name would be “Kaleidoscope Whistle”. Those people are my friends: Timothy Leary, Chet Helms, Wavy Gravy, Bob Dylan; they are true American heroes, and I will make my world feel like Camp Winnarainbow and hold the proverb in my belt that Timothy taught us, “Turn on, tune in, and drop out!”

However, the pinnacle point of my developing interest in that good ole’ love was brought upon me in 1994, when I was 10 years old. Me and my mother and sisters drove to Nederland, a relaxing mountain town just west of Golden. There, upon stepping into the confectionery to purchase some Eldorado Spring Water and beef jerky, I encountered a writer by the name of Rainbow Dancer, who has become a staple character to my life’s adventure. He had his brown hat, a rainbow shirt with a white peace-sign labeled in the middle, and a big hunkin’ Polaroid camera laced around his neck. Immediately he was delighted to see me, noticing I was wearing a white cotton shirt with the words “Peace On” labeled on the top with a huge purple peace-sign symbol labeled in the middle with some psychedelic graffiti art drawn all along the edges. He said he was publishing a new book in Seattle, Washington, filled with his own poetic thoughts and pictures of many different people wearing peace-related clothing. So I let him be my guest, take a picture, and I shook hands with the chap and spent five minutes talking to him about his project before looking out upon the gorgeous Nederland reservoir. (God, it’s gorgeous) That moment truly inspired my life and eventually, six years later, I re-invented the legacy of the Rainbow Dancer in my own poetry (Yep, if you remember Rainbow Dancer, that is his origin). Who is the Rainbow Dancer exactly? He is both a metaphysical and terrestrial uncle to everyone, both a prophet and a painter, that inn-keeper somewhere over the rainbow in your imagination in that turquoise house. He is the host of springs and the honored guest of summers. He is truly a walking Summer of Love that can’t be stopped, because when the rain falls, seeing the rainbow after the storm is inevitable. The Rainbow Dancer truly is our bigger brother of grace, and he’ll be coming out to play more than ever soon, I assure you, yippee!

This summer was no Summer of Love whatsoever, but I know in my heart flower power will never wither. As Joseph Gallivan said, “Old hippies don't die, they just lie low until the laughter stops and their time comes round again.” We’re young forever in heart, so there’s the bonus. All I know is you’ve got to prove that. Stand up for what you believe in, whenever that sty in the lower part of your eye burns when you watch the news or grimace over the black-and-white headlines. “You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.” My good friend Bob Dylan said, so for God sakes just feel it against your back and let it carry you, for there’s more to us than just the turf we walk on. Pertain to the horizons.

I’ve grown up holding this spirit in me, and will intend to simply “be”. It is both a beautifully hopeful and heartbreaking thought to me, just like that last episode of The Wonder Years, when Kevin Arnold spends his last Independence Day vacation in his hometown after he loses his money and car in gambling, then knows the girl he always loved, Winnie, fell for a lifeguard, and then before Kevin goes hitch-hiking away, talks with Winnie about all the time that has passed by and how they grew up and that it is inevitable, and then talks about his family and friends and what they did after that final holiday, how him and Winnie wrote for eight years to each other and how Kevin eventually got  a son, then said…

“Growing up happens in a heartbeat.
One day you're in diapers; the next day you're gone.
But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul.

I remember a place... a town... a house like a lot of houses...
A yard like a lot of other yards...
On a street like a lot of other streets.

And the thing is... after all these years,
I still look back... with wonder.”




Though I wasn’t born when the series originally aired, I loved watching every episode on Nick At Nite, from the first kiss Kevin shared with Winnie to that finale, and I must say no series finale made me cry more than that. That episode truly tugged at my heart and changed my life forever, making me realize even though you do truly grow up (my condolences to Peter Pan, I will always believe in you) you can live with the boy or girl in your heart forever also, and I would be broken-hearted if I lost that boy in me. I will always believe in the boy in my heart, so my philosophy is simply to “be here now!” and live life to the fullest, living with a positive thinking environment and youth, charisma.

If I have a theme song attached to my life, it would undeniably be “Rainbow Connection” from The Muppet Movie. Every time I watch that movie and see Kermit The Frog strum this on the banjo, I flood in tears.  It was that moment that got me fascinated with rainbows, helping me pertain to them and imagine that place Dorothy dreams of over Kansas, and dream and see the world in color.

So, class, that is today’s lesson. Be excellent to each other, give the rainbow a big hug, and…peace out! Carry on, love is coming, love is coming to us all, open up your heart to the love!

Love,
Noah Eaton





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I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

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Noah, you have so much in your head--and your heart!--and I love reading about it all!

An interesting note, just yesterday, from out of nowhere, I mentioned to a friend about how much I love Peter Coyote's voice. It is so distinctive. Have you heard any of the documentaries that he has narrated? His voice is even used in commercials. I would bet that he and James Earl Jones have made more money with their voices than they even did as actors!--Tra la la la, tra la la la--I'm practicing!

Keeping on writing, Angel Man!--and I'll keep on reading!--and enjoying!


Your friend,
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----------Friday, September 5, 2003----------

My Security Blanket

What I find to be the most fascinating aspect in writing ones own autobiography is to shed light on the deepest catacombs of ones soul. Yet, beyond the amethyst caves, there is so much more, and there is one mammoth condition of my life I'm open to share to all of you, in my loudest tone.

As I previously mentioned, I went through a deep depression throughout much of my childhood, particularly because both everyone misunderstood me and I even misunderstood myself. As kids my own age kept bullying me each and every day, it made me ultra-sensitive to seemingly everything in the school environment. I would go home many days with my arms or legs or face bleeding and take salt baths and cry to myself in them. My mother got very concerned and hugged me gently crying so many days worried and wondering what was wrong with me and what the remedy can be.

It wasn't until I was about 12 years old that upon a trip to a psychiatrist, the doctor discovered what I had. I was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome, also known as Autistic Psychopathy.

For those of you unfamiliar with the condition (It has only been recently identified to professionals and parents and was added to the DSM IV in 1994) it is a neurobiological disorder first discovered by a German doctor named Hans Asperger in 1944, when he wrote a thesis discussing people with idiosyncratic behavior, one year after Leo Kanner completed his paper on autism. He identified that patients had lucid speech before age 4 (that wasn't my case) grammar and vocabulary are usually above average, speech is sometimes flat, voice is emotionless, and conversations always revolve around oneself.

In addition, the following things also are usually found in children and adults diagnosed with AS:

* Obsessed with complex topics
* IQs are average or above average (My IQ is 140)
* Dyslexia is common in patients
* Writing problems (Not me! )
* Mathematics problems (Though I am not interested, I was able to do 8th grade math in the first grade, my mentor Barb Miller told me)
* Lack common sense (Then again, some of us only dream for the good of others)
* Concrete thinking (versus abstract) (I feel I am the opposite, as though I have improved thinking concrete, I love thinking abstract as I struggle to critique and argue specific points)
* Movements are clumsy and awkward (As a boy, definitely, though I have improved great lengths)
* Odd forms of self-stimulatory behavior
* Sensory problems much stronger than those with autism
* Socially aware but struggles to make appropriate interaction
* Trouble with empathy (I'll let you decide)
* Often also diagnosed with Tourette's Syndrome and Hyperactivity Disorder. (Not me)
* Have difficulties with change (Definitely, though I can tolerate some change as long as tradition in myself and the world is kept)
* Ultra-sensitive to sounds, sights, and tastes (Definitely, though it was much more scary as a boy. When I was in a movie theatre, I cried aloud the sounds were too loud and the screen had too much light! Now the movies feel right at home to me!)
* Children may sound like "little professors"
* Prefer routine (I disagree. Routine to me is depressing and I desire a life filled with adventure. We only live once and the last thing I want to do is sit in routine.)
* Excellent memory
* Obsessed with spinning objects
* Hyperlexia is commonly demonstrated
* Susceptible to teasing and bullying (Most likely, though they also teased me of being "short" and "girlish")

Sadly, many autistic and AS patients have cases so severe, they fail to be able to open up at all to the world and lose all their confidence, thus leaving them isolated forever. Every time I know this truth, I cry to God, thanking Him so much for giving me the ability to communicate and live like everyone else and I ask Him to please watch over all His children who have severe cases and please understand the and let them be hugged and embraced by His gentleness. Sometimes I feel I am an entire new breed of AS that science has yet to pinpoint, that loves to think abstract and wants to live by adventure rather than routine, etc. Mr. Ernewein said he never doubted I am one of a kind, and in his honor I want to keep proving that each day and show my multi-facetedness.

Though I still am not the best socializer, Denver Academy really gave me the advantage to open to many, and it worked! I am so grateful to have many friends I'll never forget there, most of whom are teachers but I also made a few friends my own age! And though I may not have met any of you (yet) I am so grateful to have many of you Passions poets as my friends! We are family...doo doo doo doo......doo doo doo doo! (giggles)

Truly, what makes you different is truly like the security blanket Lionel always held close while sucking his thumb. Some may say he was childish, but truly he is so much wiser than many thought. He appreciated the notion that you must always hold something dear, and why not let that be what you cherish. His blanket was like his soul brother, his thumb like his heart beating on the outside, and sucking it like giving his heart a kiss. At least that's what I felt, I believe it's open to so many interpretations.
Charles Schulz was a genius, not only were the characters he created classics, but he also applied a unique philosophy to every character in every comic strip edition he created. God Bless You, rest in peace, Charles.

So now knowing a huge part of what makes me ME, there is one thing I ask for all of you in return. Know that you all are special, and never deny what makes you special and that you are special. And know, that...I'm proud of you, as Mr. Rogers encouraged us all in one of his most beautiful songs:


I'M PROUD OF YOU

I'm proud of you. I'm proud of you.
I hope that you're as proud as
I am proud of you.
I'm proud of you.
I hope that you are proud

And that you're
Learning how important you are,
How important each person you see can be.
Discovering each one's specialty
Is the most important learning.

I'm proud of you. I'm proud of you.
I hope that you're as proud as
I am proud of you.
I'm proud of you.
I hope that you are proud of you, too!


God Bless You all, hold that security blanket close to your heart, or whatever you cherish that is of great value to you, and seize the day! Care Bear hugs and high fives for all!

Long Live Linus!

Love,
Noah Eaton




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I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

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-----------Sunday, September 7, 2003---------

How Mistletoe Angel Got His Groove Back (Or Found It For The First Time)

Jimi Hendrix, rock and roll's greatest legend, once said, "Music doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music."

Truly, I used to not believe that. Like I mentioned in my last entry, I was ultra-sensitive to sounds and lights in the movie theatre as a child. The exact same thing happened to me when I listened to the music my dad played (which I now love so much). Bruce Cockburn, Jackson Browne, Peter Gabriel, The Who, R.E.M, Bruce Springsteen; those are all the artists he has worshipped all his life. But before I turned 11, I always failed to understand what they were saying. I heard no melody, no rhythm, no cadence, just a bunch of noise pollution. I couldn't remember any artists names or couldn't sing along to any songs except Christmas jingles. My world was nothing but amplified serenity.

Then, when I turned 11, I finally heard something that deeply touched my heart. That early 1995, when Counting Crows were just beginning to emerge as a famous rock and roll outfit, my dad put "August And Everything After" into his CD player of his car as we were driving east down Interstate 70 to Missouri to see our grandparents. Hearing the first track off the album, the hit "Round Here" literally made me cry, because the main riff had beauty to it I can hear and interpret. Then you hear Adam Duritz's heartfelt vocals, and from the start I knew I well esembled the character in his song. As time went on, that song only is of greater importance to me and then I saw an article all about the song that made me cry, which Adam Duritz explains:


"This guy has heard all those life lessons that you're given when you're a child about what you should do to be a good adult and carve out your name in society -- all those cliches. He's an adult now and has the rights to do the things that 10-year-olds aren't allowed to do -- but so what, it's nothing. Everything has such consequences for him, he can't touch anything or anyone, he's terrified. By the end of the song, he's so completely lost; he's become more of a ghost than a person, and he's taking other people down with him. When you are a kid, people are always telling you to wait and they are always sending you to bed early. Round Here is a song about someone facing a life that doesn't seem to be the logical end product of all the things that he thought were leading up to it. For a list of these cliches of childhood, see every line of every chorus. In that last chorus he is saying I got all the things I wanted when I grew up(e.g. not having to wait for anything, staying up late) and it doesn't seem to mean anything("i can't see nothing round here")."



Realizing that I was stuck inside this electric serenity, I became an apostle of Counting Crows. "Round Here" wasn't the only song that I felt deeply related to me, but also "A Murder Of One"

I can remember being eight years old and having infinite possibilities. But life ends up being so much less that we thought it would be when we were kids, with relationships that are so empty and stupid and brutal. If you don't find a way to break the chain and change in some way, then you wind up, as the rhyme goes: a murder of one, for sorrow.

From the first time I heard the song, then heard him more and more urgently say "You don't waste your life, baby!" and "CHANGE, CHANGE, CHANGE!" kept making the tears come out stronger and stronger each higher pitch he made with his empathetic vocals. If God is my greatest hero and Mr. Ernewein my second, Counting Crows would be my third biggest hero. Adam Duritz is like a psychiatrist in a poets heart, his words don't only make you amazed, but also heal. In addition, he shares the same anguish and tears I did, so he's like my bigger brother. I would eventually get to pay homage to the band in 2000 and see the at the Fillmore Auditorium with Live, another band I have huge respect for, and Bettie Servert.

So the first phase of my transformation to the music was complete. Still, I had no clue what music was, why we need it, how it is born. But at least I knew there was something about music that made me feel good, and truly I didn't know what that was until I was 15 and met Mr. Ernewein, my hero.

If you ever wanted to have a joyous conversation about any kind of music, Mr. Ernewein is the guy to want to meet. He is also a hippy at heart: while many schools are sadly trying to take away music programs due to the lack of appropriate funding, he will always rise and see to it Denver Academy has their music program. In addition, he centers music along many of his lectures. He has his own tradition known as "Music Of The Week", where he would select an artist, play clips from their songs during class, and make connections between the artist to English, literature, math, and social science. He even let students contribute considerations for Music Of The Week (I got him fascinated with Counting Crows and went to the concert with him), just never give him boy band music, Britney Spears, or Linkin Park or he'll throw them out the window, LOL!)

It was Mr. Ernewein himself that got me agglutinated with the beautiful, capricious, and diverse world of music in its entirety. I got hooked on the Dave Matthews Band from the start, after he told me the real-life story of him meeting Dave in person in Richmond, Virginia. matchbox twenty and Goo-Goo Dolls became a favorite of mine, as did all of my dad's favorite artists. Bob Dylan, Lou Reed, and Led Zeppelin especially became high-rotation artists in my jukebox. I would bellow out lyrics in the shower, on my way home, and while running in cross-country territory. So much fun!

Mr. Ernewein convinced me that music is life. In fact, when I graduated as valedictorian of Denver Academy with a 3.98 grade-point average, I included the chorus lyric from Shakira's "Underneath Your Clothes" in my speech in a spiritual context, declaring to the whole assembly that we all have a story to tell deep down, and it has only begun. Headmaster Jim Loan shook my hnd in person and said my speech was his favorite speech he heard in his many years at the Academy, and that to me is a milestone of my life, not only because I became a highly successful student coming out of great adversity, but that to me was a titan leap from all the social isolation I experienced before. I got this far because I got my groove back, I found my melody, my metronome, to walk the walk and talk the talk to. I saw my mom crying from the stage, in tears of joy, and that made me cry too because all I wanted to do was make her happy and proud and I felt I accomplished that goal.

Aware of this metamorphosis I was in, this rock and roll revolution baptized upon my heart and spirit, I felt I must contribute too. And the one artist that encouraged me to do so was Shakira.

Shakira said, "I'm wondering, where did they all go? The leaders who used to talk about love, like Gandhi and Martin Luther King? The ones who would show us alternatives." That immediately made me think about all the other music out there, expressing deep anguish, sorrow, and faithlessness, and I already fell deeply in love with Shakira and her music from the first time I heard "Whenever, Wherever". That song made me smile...so much harmony and so much grace, and seeing her sexy music video only deeply touched me more, seeing her sway her hips on the beach, the desert sands, the mountains, pure spiritual seduction. I immediately purchased "Laundry Service" and off the first listen I knew "Underneath Your Clothes" would also be a big hit, and it did. "Que Me Quedes Tu" makes me cry every time I listen to it too. Her grace, her charisma, her loving spirit inspired me to start my own songwriting; to contribute my love to the world, and that is what I am doing as we speak. Writing feel-good songs that sound like they were co-written by God Himself, that make everyone smile, cry, hold each others hand, make people hug each other, and simply to believe and feel.

So when I was 18, I picked up my first guitar and have been hooked to it ever since. I spend many afternoons up on the Pearl Street Mall in Boulder strumming some covers and a few songs I wrote by improvization myself, using some of the earliest chords my guitar teacher taught me, or at the Glen Huntington Bandshell, a beautiful small amphi-theatre where the Colorado Shakespeare Festival hosts some performances every summer.

Aldous Huxley said "After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music." I believe that with all my heart, and I also believe expressing yourself in silence is not rewarding at all, so get yourself lost in the music. Get jiggy with Eminem, sing with me now, 1, 2, 3:


"You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo"


Yay, now you're pimpin' shrimpin! LOL!

"Look, if you had one shot to seize everything you ever wanted, one moment,
would you capture it or just let it slip?"
Marshall Mathers certainly captured it. You never know if you'll succeed or fail unless you try, so get out there and rock on! And remember...

"Music doesn't lie.
If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music."

- Jimi Hendrix


Keep rocking the suburbs, set your guitars on fire, and pedal that whammy bar to the metal everyone!

Love,
Noah Eaton








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I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***



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You're awesome, awesome, awesome! My eyes were literally welling up in tears as I read of how you blossomed at Denver Academy!--socially, scholastically, artistically...! Fantastic!--and graduated with a 3.98 average and were valedictorian! What a success story!

I knew that you were brilliant--but the 140 I.Q. just confirms it scientifically! And as far as having a good memory--well that is sooo obvious with your informative writes! You must be part elephant!

With your wonderful gifts, you are able to overcome the challenges that you have been presented with in this lifetime. You truly are special, Angel Boy! You rock!--and roll!

Loveya lots,
Your friend,
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-----------Wednesday, September 10, 2003---------

Andromeda, We Have A Problem

My family has long been fascinated with astrology and love following the statistics closely. I find some of it intriguing though sometimes I disagree heavily with much of what the star-sayers have to say. Today, my mother gave me a report off of astrology.com for my sign (I am a Scorpio) and I feel it is like the complete reversal of me:

--------------------Scorpio------------------
  
Symbol: the Scorpion
Ruling Planet: Mars/Pluto
Ruling House: Eighth House
Element: Water
Quality: Fixed
Body Parts: sex organs
Keyword: SEX
Date with destiny: Cancer, Pisces
Run for the hills: Leo, Aquarius
Where you glow: investigating
What makes you tick: chess
Fitness forecast: sex
Play date: chatting on the Internet
Perfect jobs: private investigator, surgeon
Best accessory: magnifying glass
A sure thing: magnetism
Destination: The Netherlands
Pleasure: mystery, calling the shots, passion
Pain: exposure, simplicity, interruption
What's my line? Yeah, Baby!

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First of all, the obvious reaction is who exactly writes these reports. They say they are of a professional class of astrologers, but what resources do they use? It is bewildering.

Secondly, how many times do they have to rub "sex" into the report? Reading that report almost made me feel powerless if that was actually the truth. That I am just some kind of vampire. I just can't accept that! Reading all the other reports for the signs, the lines are so much more meaningful while Scorpios are stuck with the Austin Powers cliche. It's alright if someone calls me sexy, and I have sensual dreams and fantasies like everyone else and I have even written some pretty erotic poetry, but I want to be seen as someone so much more, and I almost feel the astrologers stereotyped the signs critically.

Thirdly, I really don't consider myself a private investigator. Though I love to learn and hear stories, I also don't like to interrogate or perform espionage on other peoples affairs. I leave that to the papparazzi, who waste their precious energy forgetting their own lives and living within the shadows of Brad Pitt or Courtney Love, which must be so difficult. Though I believe celebrities are great in how they entertain us and inspire us, I also believe that nowadays people fail to be "their own celebrity" and talk too much about the Red Carpet Clan than about their own friends and family. We all are celebrities, just so many never become stars because they never let themselves be heard. Like I was saying, though it is a beautiful thing to have some mystery in life, I also believe you shouldn't spend your whole life trying to figure it out, trying to determine life and death, worry about death, the mystery of death, etc. I never want to be a detective on anything, I simply wish to be a photographer of life, and just capture all that appeals to me. I'm far too far-sighted to look through a magnifying glass.

I have been living in the shadows for too long and I desire to get exposed so I can share to the world what my heart can sing. Sometimes I wonder if the astrologers accidently read the star sheets upside-down and I'm situated on the opposite side of the plane. As if it the map was placed on a projection screen and the image was casted backwards. In this particular situation, I can't agree with the stars, or a much more sensible way to put it is I can't agree with the stargazers. I'm not going to live for just sex and FBI affairs, life is too fruitful and beautiful for routine. Routine is a slow way to die.

Pivotally, this has become the moment that I read nothing but the daily horoscopes. For it is He who has the Master Plan and knows where we all are going. Since I was 12, I have always depended on Him with all my heart though of course I am a rudimentary follower of Him and have yet to know much more about His plan. All I know is, I trust what He is doing, and I believe and love Him each and every day. I've got to simply stop taking the stars so seriously, despite how beautiful and bright they are, and acknowledge He is the one and only governing force.

So my word to you is to simply keep the faith and follow your heart. As Bob Marley sings in his powerful, poetic epitaph "The Redemption Song", my favorite Bob Marley song and one of my most favorite songs of all time, "Emancipate yourself from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds." In both life and death, this lyric has tremendous value that can never decrease. Not just for death, where your soul is finally free and gracing the heavens, but in life itself, where freedom can be achieved in inner-peace, in patience. That is good karma!

(angel hugs and high fives for everyone!)

Look to the skies!

Love,
Noah Eaton





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I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

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"Yeah, Baby!"

I darn near fell off of my cloud laughing. This was so entertaining!

Sex! Sex! Sex! That's all you Scorpios think about! hahahaha

In your case, it is more like:
Romance! Romance! Romance!
--I do believe the "Sex!" is somewhat tempered by your angelic qualities!

Keep writing your journal! It is a such a pleasure to read!

Loves 'n Smilies Faces!
EA

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---------Thursday, September 11, 2003--------



Today, we honor everyone in the world, who cried watching the horrific visions of the World Trade Center towers collapsing, whether it was on TV, heard on NPR, told to you by a friend, or if you may have been in New York City at the time and saw it before your very eyes! Tonight please light a candle, and hold to yourself a moment of pure silence with your loved ones with nothing but the candles light glowing, or out on you front porch, or wherever you may be. And while you're silently standing there, think of the children and pray for them. They are our future, thus we must teach them the meanings of love and kindness rather than hatred so these young, innocent, and educated souls can embrace the future with a grand beacon of hope and comfort. An old poet friend of mine, named Christopher L. Blanchett, who went by the name Wishmaster, taught me that, and I believe him. I believe so much of one's inner anguish evolves from some tumultuous situation or abuse from ones childhood in almost all cases, and if we can all do our part in being good mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters, the future won't know hatred. That is why I find educating children to be critical to me, there are so many of us and I at least need to do what I can while hopefully others are willing to take the job elsehwere with love.

Sadly, the children of yesterday who are running the roles of leadership currently I believe are ruling with a lack of sympathy and love. I will not abuse others opinions, but I believe we have a bad president unfortunately. First and foremost, I do not believe in ANY war. Never have, never will. When a president wishes to attempt to solve a crisis with war instead of diplomacy, I cannot trust that president anymore. Furthermore, I will always choose an ugly truth over a white lie. Not only is Bush a figure who supports war, but also he has lied a number of times about the "weapons of mass destruction" that he justified as forged evidence in an excuse to spend up to a total of approximately $600 billion on war expenditure. With a fact that no weapons have been found, and the supporting claim in beginning the Iraq war that Saddam and his henchmen bought uranium from Nigeria being false, I find Bush not only a unsympathetic president but also a coward. There, I said it! Dixie-Chick me if you want, but we have something called freedom of speech here and plus, this is my journal. If you wish to argue, do so in your own seperate journal. Perhaps if Bush begins to spend less time focusing on blood-thirsty thoughts of revenge and the "free-trade organization" that will benefit the richer countries and deprive the poorer countries, and more time on funding schools and feeding our poor, I can at least give him a percentage of credibility.

Luckily I became eligible to vote for the 2004 Election, as well as my sister Noelle, who I love so very much, and though there is no clear dominant candidates from the other parties, I intend to simply support the dominant rival candidate just to hope to get Bush out. My philosophy is if one can't rule with love, that person doesn't deserve my vote, simple as that. Even if your vision of an ideal leader doesn't suit the other candidates, give them a chance then evaluate them along the way. I have currently been helping out and contributing with CoPirg, an environmental organization working to protect and save our forests from deforestation and oil-drilling! In addition, we intend to all participate in the 2004 Election against Bush.

I suppose the point I'm making is while I love America with all my heart and am proud to be one of Lady Liberty's children, and I have utmost sympathy and compassion for all the victims of 9/11 and for God to bless them all, I also have sympathy for the victims in Iraq, Afghanistan, all across the world, and I do not have sympathy for tose who go and make excuses and have to put everyone in harm there after a small group of the population there or elsewhere committed such cowardly acts. It is important that we report those Americans who continue to die in combat during the Iraq war and Iraq post-war, but we also need to know of the deaths of the Iraq civilians. It depresses me deeply to know the fact that over two thousand Iraq civilians have died, and barely anyone is reporting that. Truly, it breaks my heart to hear Darryl Worley's song "Have You Forgotten", which I by the way ridiculed his lyrics in my own poetic response, "Haven't You Forgotten Something?", and how he sings lyrics like these:

"They took all the footage off my T.V.
Said it's too disturbing for you and me
It'll just breed anger that's what the experts say
If it was up to me I'd show it every day
Some say this country's just out looking for a fight
After 9/11 man I'd have to say that's right"


It is absolutely scary when some people are believing these things. Can you imagine all the children of America staring right in front of the TV, rewinding coverage of the Boeing 757 and 767's crashing into the towers, with 400,000 pounds and 24,000 gallons of gas both bursting upon the fragile skyscrapers, hearing people like Adam Goldman, the best friend of an employer (James Gartenberg) who died in the explosion after hearing of the crash on the 86th floor were his office was located, calling his wife Jill that he loved her and may not make it out alive and wished for her to take care of everyone, then noticing the line disconnecting and getting buried in the deep debris, and hearing all his loved ones crying in endless tears in their memorial speeches? If this country is indeed out just looking for a fight, I would be ashamed to be part of this country, but I remain here because I know who the rule America is, the America which our founding fathers gave us more than 225 years ago, and I continue to live here as a beacon of hope, among many others, that know what Her true meaning is. I almost feel like a martyr sometimes, but then again, we all should, as we need to live our lives to the fullest; for ourselves and each other.

So what I beg of you all this evening, as you light your candles and pray, is not to only think about our precious loved ones, our precious brothers and sisters of Lady Liberty, who either died or were afflicted by September 11th, but also more importantly think of others across the world who have to live through routine the exact same anguish, whether it is war, pestilence, famine, poverty, disease, abuse, or any other certain condition. The people of Iraq bleed the same color we do. The people of Afghanistan bleed the same color we do. It doesn't matter what country you live in, you bleed the same color as those who live in the country next door to you, across the equator, or at twenty degrees longitude and forty degrees latitude, wherever. Keep in mind they also hurt, and many of which are also grieving and praying for us this very day, likely this very moment. Finally, ask yourself not what your nation can do for you, but what you can do for your nation. It is up to us and our children to decide what the future brings, and let us only pray it involves a bundle of love.

God Bless You All, and may we leave together tonight with a moment of silence for our loved ones...
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Thank you! (angel friendship hugs for everyone)

Love,
Noah Eaton





I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

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Wow! You are a passionate man who has the  the strength of his convictions--and who fearlessly stands up to be counted.

I have been sending up prayers today for the victims of 9/11 and their families.

I also pray for all of the victims of war around the world. I wish I could just wave a magic wand and end all suffering in our global village.

Peace, Love & Light,
Linda
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----------Saturday, September 13, 2003-------

Once again, I just have to stress exactly how special Johnny Cash is, and though I cried hearing of his passing to diabetes Thursday evening, I truly know deep down with all my heart that Johnny was blessed to live a long and fruitful life, and also he wished to be reunited as soon as possible with his wife June and after half a year, I am happy that he got what he wished, and now Johnny's legacy will forever be secure. Amen.

Johnny Cash is one of my most respected artists. No matter what song he wrote, whether it was the days he performed at the Grand Ole Opry with Marty Robbins, Carl Perkins and Ray Price, performing hymns and spiritual songs, or the days he rode on trains through Kentucky and Arkansas, recounting tales of Old Doc Brown and cowboys and coal-mining towns, to his compassionate contributions to the Native Americans through Apache Tears, to his days recording with Don Law as he rode around in his Jeep throughout the West becoming acquainted with the natives, sleeping under mesquite bushes, meditating under manzanita trees and drinking from barrel cactuses to write about the West, to celebrating the beauty of family and laughter in "Everybody Is A Nut" and in his childrens record, to writing songs for his whole family, including his late brother Jack and daughter Cindy, to writing of the politics in America and flooding the masses with his honest convictions in "The Man In Black" and "America", to collaborating with so many legendary artists like George Jones, Bob Wills, Jimmy Rodgers, Gene Autrey, Christopher Wren, Waylon Jennings, Billy Graham, The Statler Brothers, Jack Clement, Hank Snow, Hank Williams, and his own love June...wow...he is a legend, that I don't think I can ever pay the most proper respect to. So many songs of worship and adventure are ones I wish I wrote, but nevertheless I am proud they came from his genuflecting spirit. He may be the Man In Black, and he will also always be a being of pure light.

Though I heard of Johnny Cash throughout most of the latter part of my childhood, it was Mr. Ernewein that began to get me into actually understanding and appreciating him. My family are not big country music listeners, though I have bought a handful of his albums and have a huge respect for Waylon Jennings, Merle Haggard, Tim McGraw, Garth Brooks, and the Dixie Chicks. I suppose I don't listen to county radio anymore because it has simply forsaken its traditional storytelling roots and converted more to a pop or adult contemporary format, which I do love occasional hits on Country radio but overall am not quite compelled to the modern country bandwagon. It could also be because country-radio programmers are very strict to what they play, and are highly conservative-leaning, which it used to be a lot more selective.

Talking about the classics makes me wish I, myself, could write like a legendary storyteller. Though I don't believe in critics and don't care about what they say as I find it essential to give everything a shot, whether it is in ones preference or not, and thus don't get picky about what I write and get hard on what other people write, I do wish I could start living a huge life of adventure and write like that. Some poets here have a naturally born gift at that, like Capt. Hair and Balladeer, I don't think I could have ever come up with the Konrad concept.

Then again, I remind myself I am 19, and have a life of promises before me, and already am immersing myself in the linchpin of poetic versatility. Johnny Cash's versatility inspired me to follow his lead, along with the many musical destinations Paul Simon, Sting, and Peter Gabriel made, so I decided, "OK, this is what I'm going to do. I'm going to make a huge play on words, and perform them like Jimi Hendrix to his guitar, Ludwig van Beethoven to his piano, Vincent Van Gogh to his colors, and to the grace of a belly dancer!" I want my poetry to be a cocktail of disparate flavors Baskin Robbins never picked up on, a May Pole that can stand twelve months a year, the saffron in a delicious plate of paella, with many visions and muses that contradict each other but also harmonize with each other. I want my words to break dance, lindy-hop, boogy-woogy, wango-tango. Guess I really am a big dork, but I'm proud to be an honorary dork. I actually consider "dork" a compliment, as despite the fact that they may get picked on, they are very sophisicated and cosmopolitan people. Like I mentioned before, many boys in elementary school called me "girlish", but I love living with my feminine side. At first, I was a little nervous, feeling like a cotquean when I started writing poetry and noticing no other boys my age doing so, then believing that it is important for men to let their emotions and tears flow, the confidence in writing poetry has since took precedent. Men who bottle up their emotions, to me, is one of the most saddening sights to see.

So how do I get all those inspirations, and how does my writing process work? I suppose the best advice is to go "hunting high and low". Sometimes I just write without taking my pen off the paper for ten, twenty, or thirty minutes, other times I write, tuck the piece away, and for days add on and edit the same piece, where plenty of pieces I've written remain tucked away and haven't been shared. Sometimes I take a trip to the Denver Art Museum, look at exhibitions and write inspirations using my spatial skills, sometimes I take some magazines from the dentist office, bring them home, grab a pair of scissors, snip many random images and words out, create a collage, and write a poem based on my aesthetic reaction in analyzing the details. Sometimes I walk down the streets, staring at the bumpers of automobiles parked in the residental district, copy the bumper sticker messages, and combine the messages together, or do the same thing with proverbs. They even come out of the things children say during recess, business slogans, anime cartoons, Discovery Channel, and cheesy sci-fi series from the 60's.

But most importantly, the golden rule of a writer is simply to keep reading. I make an effort to always have a good book queued with me. Currently, I am re-reading "The Odyssey" to pick up on the valuable themes. In fact, I am currently writing a drama satire of Homer's epic, where I fit each of the characters into fourth-grade children at recess. Odysseus (I call him Odie in my satire like the adorable sidekick pup of Garfield) attempts to win Penny's heart by overcoming the obsacles of bully's name-calling, tricks, and pranks, and stands up for his little brother's affection (Telemakhos in The Odyssey). Do you remember "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" That was a brilliant interpretation of "The Odyssey", gotta love Ulysses! Hey, does anyone know where I can find some of that Dapper Dan?

Reading is a valuable and essential part of life, and the real tool to becoming a great writer along with exploring, listening, and appreciating. So I encourage you children to be cool and stay in school, and for everyone else to, simply, read on. Let someones work be appreciated, and that favor will be returned surely.

I thank you all for being a huge motivation to my writing. With all your various styles and personas, you have shaped me into a jack-of-all-trades who now has a heart, a four-leaf clover optimism, and an ace up his sleeve. You (the proverbial you) are all a secondhand family to me, so come on in and let me give you all a big angel group hug! (gives angel group hug) Yay!

Write on, keep reading, plug those headphones on, and long live the man in black!

Love,
Noah Eaton



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I can see the sun set and I perceive

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"I'm going to make a huge play on words, and perform them like Jimi Hendrix to his guitar, Ludwig van Beethoven to his piano, Vincent Van Gogh to his colors, and to the grace of a belly dancer!" I want my poetry to be a cocktail of disparate flavors Baskin Robbins never picked up on, a May Pole that can stand twelve months a year, the saffron in a delicious plate of paella, with many visions and muses that contradict each other but also harmonize with each other. I want my words to break dance, lindy-hop, boogy-woogy, wango-tango. "

~ and you accomplish all the above--and more!

loveya lots!
EA
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--------Tuesday, September 16, 2003---------

Sometimes some of my wonderful friends here at Passions have said how I comment so much and how my post numbers are so high they can't count that high. (giggles in delight) Yeppers, I certainly love being here everyday and enjoying the great poetry and communicating with my family here, as this to me truly feels like a second family.

But there is more beyond the story of how I became Mistletoe Angel here. When I first joined Passions, I usually commented to five-six poems before posting a poem, in contrast to 50-400 comments before a poem now. I have always found commenting to be important because I find it selfish for someone to come just to post their poetry without acknowledging how special others works are. I find if you comment to someone, you will be given the favor in return. That poet will see how special his or her material is and will usually only want to make you feel special in return. Unfortunately, many forums I have been to before Passions had many selfish poets, and in result many poems were left without a response. That made me feel bad so I commented all the way down 1/3 of the page of the entire forum, although I only got a minimal of the thanks in return.

As I mentioned on my first entry, I joined Passions on December 17, 2000. I made a usual effort to comment to a half-dozen poems or so before posting a new poem of my own. Unfortunately, unlike many debut posts by new poets here at Passions, my debut was rather silent. "Rainbow Dancer's Lullaby" and "Your Lips" were my first two posts, and neither one got over 6 comments. Then, after my debut, rarely did my poems ever get to 5 comments, and I had a massive streak of 1-2 comment poems, with a handful even getting zero. Back then, I was under the false impression that the more comments you get, the more special you are. I was truly saddened by that, wondering how the heck I could fit into the family like Sunshine, Seymour Tabin, Irish Rose, or Balladeer. I felt I was lacking something deep inside, yet I continued to try, being inspired by the many stories of those whos truggled so long but succeeded due to perserverance.

It took almost an entire year for me to breakthrough into Passions. Few times now and then, I wanted to leave but because I had nowhere else to go, I stayed.

Finally, there came the day I got noticed on Passions and I finally found friends reach out to me. That day was December 12, 2001.

Originally being a fond fan of some poet's poetry and leaving friendly and cute replies like I still do, I made a reply to a Christmas poem that some poet wrote. I put a whole bunch of Christmas graphics in it before Ron limited the use of graphics to five so the memory of the server can be stable, and I used the kiss on the cheek icon and I accidently put (kiss on lips) on there when I was thinking of Joanna at the time and meant to edit it but absent-mindedly forgot to. Then again, I keep thinking about that accident and say "Big deal!". It wasn't said out of an ulterior motive and in many countries people kiss each other on the lips as a sign of affection, not sexually or romanticly. Three hours after I had made the reply, that poet did thank-yous on the thread and left an inappropriate reply, saying in all-capitalized letters warning me "not to leave any more of that mushy crap on the poets poetry again or you'll get a black eye and you won't look so angelic anymore!" (wipes tears) I cried so much after reading that reply that I felt like a bad person and wanted to leave Passions forever and cried on and on, and I couldn't write anything for two days, then finally on December 14th, 2001, I wrote the poem "Trouble" which sparked a lot of comments, and everyone begging me not to go and telling me I am no trouble at all and the way that poet acted was wrong and inappropriate, when I questioned "Am I trouble to all of you?" You can see the poem here:
http://piptalk.com/pip/Forum52/HTML/002108.html

That day, with the overwhelming number of responses, I realized that I had many friends surrounding me, and just because my poetry never got many comments didn't mean they weren't reading me, and some moderator begged that poet to edit the reply. Poets like Bill Charles, Irish Rose (I miss her so much), Enchantress, Mysteria, and Kit McCallum reached out to me and sent me heartfelt e-mails and E-cards. Some poets even went back and commented to some of my earlier threads as a sign, and then I knew I was no fool, and that that person could have e-mailed me in private and politely asked me to write more mature comments and because that one decided to harass me that person was the one who wronged. God teaches forgiveness, and I forgive this person with all my heart, for the poet only helped me grow and develop, but because of the fact that the poet didn't do her part in apologizing, I have never replied to this person's  poetry ever since, and will have nothing to do with her until this person makes her half of the forgiving bargain.

There is that popular proverb "What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger!". Truly, it is because of this person in a big way that I have identified my wonderful second family here. Sometime after that, another poet also wrote a nasty comment in response to a friendly reply I made to a poem on March 5, 2002. Later by e-mail I was told not to reply whatsoever in addition to other derogatory comments. I didn't even want to, for I believe in God's notion of turning the other cheek and wishing that person well. I forgive this person too, although, just like the former person I mentioned, I choose not to ever support the person's poetry unless that person apologizes. The comment made me sad but didn't affect me at all and only made me more determined to stay at Passions.

It was because of perserverance that I have blossomed at Passions, and I am more happier than ever. And I guess the lesson here for all of you reading this is not to continue to feel sorry for me, or not to reply to those two's poems just because they broke my heart, as they too are special, but that there will always be some people along the way that may push you around or not quite understand you, but if you continue to follow your heart and believe in yourself, you will succeed and all will be forgiven and with the power of forgiveness over those who can push you around, it only feels so much more better!

Every one of you are special, and I want you, yourself, to always know that! (big angel hugs for all) God Bless You and have a beautiful sun-shining day!



Love,
Noah Eaton




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I can see the sun set and I perceive

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---------Wednesday, September 17, 2003-------

There are very few things that upset me everyday, as I generally am an optimistic and comforted spirit. Sadly, the few things that upset me are also the most common problems we encounter each day, as I find no sin worse than a lie.

Recently, in my Creative Writing class, my professor instructed us to write in our journals what we believe the greatest lie in existence is. I responded, believing that an "ugly truth" is NEVER ugly, as an ugly truth is much more beautiful than a white lie. I even mentioned an ugly truth walks just as innocently as a "bridesmaid turtle". I am honestly not quite sure where that comparison came in, but the turtle came to my mind because they are calm and tread softly, and a truth always treads softly to me. I probably did lie sometime as a child, but much of my childhood is vague with the nightmares and seizures I experienced incessantly and as they always took precedent, everything else got blurry to me. I believe if I am caught telling a big whopper, I should be condemned, because according to the creed I follow, God cannot consider you a friend unless you share the Truth with Him! Same goes with socializing, and of course there are those who tolerate lies in hopes to get themselves out of lots of situations, but in almost every case, no one will ever tolerate you unless you are faithful and speak the Truth. How many Hollywood movies have you seen where relationships are broken and friendships are put on hiatus because someone lied? That would be #1 on the Family Feud Survey.

Thus comes the justification to why pride is considered one of the six cardinal sins. Of course it is good to have pride in yourself and others to the extent that we follow our hearts and stand up for one another, but pride is a double-edged sword and at least needs to be given a warning in context. But sadly, people use pride as a camouflage, and those people are only bound to fall into deception and delusion. Then they believe in something else and only get deeper into trouble and out of it all comes suffering and disillusionment. Believe me, I have seen this time and time again in my life, and I pray that fewer and fewer will deny and they can be saved.

That is why I take the Truth so very seriously. And it is difficult to get upset so often seeing this sin repeat itself over and over again, but I must stay strong and hope for salvation. Sometimes I speak too honestly, I cause concern or alarm, and I can tell you I did so once yesterday until toning down what I said. You can be honest without calling names or hurting anothers feelings or creating questions and arguments. I am a highly opinionated person and a handful of times before I always added depth to debates and arguments, but I only speak the truth and I also respect what everyone else has to say and let them know that as we all have the freedom to express ourselves. That is why I was angered when I heard what many in Louisiana and South Carolina were doing to the Dixie Chicks after Natalie Maines made one small comment that wasn't even a big deal whatsoever. What's so painful about saying, "Just to let you know, we are ashamed the president of the United States is from Texas?". We have freedom of speech here, and London certainly has it too, and Natalie didn't hurt anyone with what she said. However, those who reacted aggressively were, vandalizing their properties and giving them death threats. If freedom of action should be allowed too, then no one will ever be safe here. Same thing with what Susan Sarandon, Eddie Vedder, and Johnny Depp said. They have the right to voice their opinions, even if not widely accepted.

The point is I'm making is we are living in very difficult times, and we must all speak up in order to live comfortably and let the nation know what you can do for it. Please don't be shy to express your thoughts, for they make a big difference if many speak together, and as unbelievable as it may sound sometimes, you CAN make a difference. I cannot stress that enough because sadly many see to have the lack of faith or willpower to believe that. It is this fear alone that makes many things that can be possible impossible at this moment, but it doesn't have to work that way. The ground you walk on is your home too, or let your neighbors know you deserve a little respect too if their decisions break your heart. We're out of the age of peasants, proletariat, vassals and kings now. We are the people, and united we will always stand.

Let the Truth be told, and let the Truth win. For only the Truth shall set you free. Just be sure when you speak the Truth, you also do so in reason and be respectful. Profanity, name-calling, slurs, and broken hearts will never get us anywhere, only respect and love can show us the way!

God Bless You All and may the Truth be told in all its multi-facetedness! (angel hugs and high fives to all)

Love,
Noah Eaton



I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

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Wow Noah.

You are so convincing I feel compelled to ask your advice.

Sunday, someone I knew died, a not too pretty or noble death. She lived a not too pretty or noble life. We were not friends. But I did and do maintain a loving relationship with her family as well as a seriously warped circle of "friends."

Now for my question--I refused to sign her online guestbook for her obituary and also feel that I should not attend the services, as she and I were certainly not friends. My husband thinks I should attend out of respect for the family. I feel it would be hypocrysy--and wish to remain "away"--for the same reason--respect for the family.

I feel like this relates to your question of "truth" and your admirable stance of integrity regarding such. So...sweet Noah, tell me?

When, if ever, does expressing the "truth" as we know it cross the line of "right thing to do"? (This, obviously, can apply to many things, not just this particular situation.)

So I ask you, Sweet Noah, (smile--I already see you in syndication too, btw) what do you think?

In your opinion, is truth (such as we know it) more imperative than the regard for others feelings?

tsk. I'm honestly confused.

(to get back to my personal issue)

How does one go about the mourning and burial of someone you won't miss?

sign me,

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