Because I said so again, why? Less people get their news here than from any other source. Is Buddhism really a religion? October 7, 2008.

Monday, October 27, 2008. Deadwood Hall has moved to. Visit me there for new stories and some awesome links. Posted by Anita Marie Moscoso. Sunday, November 04, 2007. Posted by Anita Marie Moscoso. Sunday, June 10, 2007.

Within moments of deciding to seek the creative grail, the elixir of creativity, you pass through a special portal and enter the imaginary world of Lemuria, the world of le Enchanteur. Show or describe what your portal looked like. Do not misplace this bag or let anyone take it from you. Keep it with you at all times. The door opens and a vista of Lemuria spreads before you. Share with us what you see, hear, smell, sense, taste, feel.

So why palm corned beef. To whale or not to whale. My mates are now world famous. Bye for now and have a nice day,. When he got to Samoa and saw Hina they fell in love and brought her back to Tonga with him. Sinilau and the rat ran down to the beach,.

Friday, January 07, 2011. An End of an Era. My dear readers, all two of you,. I will have to be a bit more discrete with some of my posts, but in a way it will be good to become more aware of the power of my words on teh internets. Saturday, January 01, 2011.

Daily life, or as we like to call it, our own little piece of chaos. Fictional, fantasy, wildly outlandish stories.

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Lemurian Abbey in Gilead, Lenore.

A New World in My Cabin. How sad and unfortunate, we all agreed. The SS Vulcania was going into dry dock indefinitely. As the news was relayed to those of us on our donkey adventure, we retrieved the magic walnuts and returned to the ship to pack our belongings. Gigi took it all in strive as she cleaned her quarters. 8220;Oh, there you are! 8220;Well, I tha.

Put on your track shoes and write the miles. I took this little seed. Comparatively, I am sure this would be considered a large seed. In my hand, however, it seems so small, much smaller than I am. Once or twice a day, I would sit down, my lips close to the side of the pot, and I would speak from my heart. Often I would sit there for fifteen or twenty minutes, wishing away, hoping with all my heart,.