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Air Strumming to Third Eye Blind

I found myself air strumming to a song again. I was watching Jim Carrey’s Yes Man and there was a jumper scene. It was sooooo funny.

Last time I caught myself air strumming was in a taxi cab in Singapore to a song by Jars of Clay. ….Heck! I don’t even know how to play the guitar.

I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
You could cut ties with all the lies that youve been living in
And if you do not want to see me again I would understand
I would understand
The angry boy a bit too insane
Icing over a secret pain
You know you dont belong
Youre the first to fight
Youre way too loud
Youre the flash of light on a burial shroud
I know somethings wrong
Well everyone I know has got a reason
To say put the past away
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
You could cut ties with all the lies that youve been living in
And if you do not want to see me again I would understand
I would understand
Well hes on the table and hes gone to code
And I do not think anyone knows
What theyre doing here
And your friends have left you
Youve been dismissed
I never thought it would come to this
And i, I want you to know
Everyones got to face down the demons
Maybe today
You could put the past away
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
You could cut ties with all the lies that youve been living in
And if you do not want to see me again I would understand
I would understand
I would understand
I would understand
I would understand
I would understand
Understand
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Can you put the past away
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
I would understand
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
I would understand
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
And I would understand
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
I would understand
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend
I would understand

Dra. Estes….“The most endangered species on earth is the human soul. Many try to stand in one world only, the world of the collective culture, thereby experiencing a sense of standing outside the true self, allowing too much waste into one’s life—due in part to over-immersion in the daytime world only. A sense of being ‘not in oneself entirely’ comes from not returning to the soul’s true home, often enough … a home that is not provisioned nor protected by the overculture. Thus, a critical susto (loss of soul nourishment) comes upon us. We are weakly linked or severed completely from the one-of-a-kind wild and wise self that emerges from the realm of mystery, dreams, and shadow. I would like to be your traveling companion as we see the way into and back toward home, that is, to return to el mundo double, the double worldview, one which sees through the eyes of soul as well as through the eyes of the ego. This dual way of seeing, being, and acting is the most direct way to reclaim the gifts and well-being and healing apothecary set into each soul on earth at birth. The archetypal representations of Mother Night, as represented in stories, myths, and amplifications can show us the way through.”

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Think of Me – Phantom of the Opera OST

This is my niece’s (Ada) favorite from the soundtrack. She just loves Emmy Rossum. I love it too.

CHRISTINE:
Think of me, think of me fondly,
when we’ve said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while -
please promise me you’ll try.
When you find that, once again, you long
to take your heart back and be free -
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me

We never said our love was evergreen,
or as unchanging as the sea -
but if you can still remember
stop and think of me . . .

Think of all the things
we’ve shared and seen -
don’t think about the things
which might have been . . .

Think of me, think of me waking,
silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard
to put you from my mind.
Recall those days
look back on all those times,
think of the things we’ll never do -
there will never be a day,
when I won’t think of you . . .

RAOUL:
Can it be? Can it be Christine?
Bravo!
Long ago, it seems so long ago
How young and innocent we were…
She may not remember me,
but I remember her…

CHRISTINE
Flowers fades,
The fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons, so do we
but please promise me, that sometimes
you will think of me!