Hello, I am back!!!

Rhaven Blaack

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Glad to see you back, even if we haven't always gotten along. Past is past, welcome home!

TomW

You are right the past is the past and it is all water under the bridge. I am looking forward to a productive (excuse the pun) future and building this forum and wonderful models. I raise my challis to you for a new year in model making! :Drinks:

I am looking forward to seeing more of your projects!
 

Rhaven Blaack

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Does anyone live in or near Salem, Oregon?
Not only that, but does anyone know of a (preferably paper) model building club in or near Salem, Oregon?
 

zathros

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@t.l.williamsjr, see, it's O.K. to deforest the world through the making of Paper Models. Thoughts will send our fusion, clearly, to be home. Our constructive deforestation replicates what we hold dear, and reproduce in paper. 3D history, tangible, able to hold and look at in your hands. That's better than reading sometimes.


"The Revealing Science Of God (Dance Of The Dawn)"

Dawn of light lying between a silence and sold sources
Chased amid fusions of wonder
In moments hardly seen forgotten
Colored in pastures of chance dancing leaves cast spells of challenge
Amused but real in thought, we fled from the sea whole

Dawn of thought transferred through moments of days under searching earth
Revealing corridors of time provoking memories
Disjointed but with purpose
Craving penetrations offer links with the self instructors sharp and tender love
As we took to the air a picture of distance

Dawn of our power we amuse re-descending as fast as misused expression
As only to teach love as to reveal passion chasing late into corners
And we danced from the ocean

Dawn of love sent within us colors of awakening among the many wont to follow
Only tunes of a different age
As the links span our endless caresses for the freedom of life everlasting

Talk to the sunlight caller
Soft summer mover distance mine

Called out a tune but I never saw the face
Heard but not replaced
I ventured to talk but I never lost my place

Cast out a spell rendered for the light of day
Lost in lights array
I ventured to see as the sound began to play

What happened to this song we once knew so well
Signed promise for moments caught within the spell
I must have waited all my life for this
Moment moment

The future poised with the splendor just begun
The light we were as one
And crowded through the curtains of liquid into sun

And for a moment when our world had filled the skies
Magic turned our eyes
To feast on the treasure set for our strange device

What happened to wonders we once knew so well
Did we forget what happened, surely we can tell
We must have waited all our lives for this
Moment moment moment

Starlight movement
Reasons
Release forward
Tallest rainbow
Sun shower seasons
Life flower reasons

They move fast, they tell me
But I just can't believe that I can feel it
There's someone to tell you
Amid the challenge we look around in unison with you
Getting over overhanging trees, let them rape the forest******
Thoughts would send our fusion clearly to be home

Getting over wars we do not mean, or so it seems so clearly
Sheltered with our passion clearly to be home

They move fast, they tell me
But I just can't believe they really mean to
There's someone to tell you
And I just can't believe our song will leave you

Skyline teacher
War-land seeker
Send out poison
Cast iron leader

And through the rhythm of moving slowly
Sent through the rhythm work out the story
Move over glory to sons of old fighters past

Young Christians see it from the beginning
Old people feel it, that's what they're saying
Move over glory to sons of old fighters past

They move fast, they tell me
But I just can't believe they really mean to
There's someone to tell you
A course towards a universal season

Getting over overhanging trees, let them rape the forest
They might stand and leave them clearly to be home
Getting over wars they do not mean, we charm the movement suffers
Call out all our memories clearly to be home

We've moved fast, we need love
A part we offer is our only freedom


What happened to this song we once knew so well
Signed promise for moments caught within the spell
We must have waited all our lives for this
Moment moment

Past present movers moments we'll process the future,
But only through Him we know
Send flowered rainbows

A piece apart chased flowers of the dark and lights of songs
To follow and show all we feel for and know of,
Cast round

You seekers of the truth accepting that reason will relive
And breathe and hope and chase and love
For you and you and you...............Jon Anderson, Tales of Topographic Oceans.



 

DanBKing

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@zathros

Great minds think alike!!!!


Prov. Very intelligent people tend to come up with the same ideas at the same time. (Used playfully, to commend someone for expressing the same thing you were thinking of; implies that you are congratulating that person for being as smart as you are. Also Great minds run in the same gutters, a casual and jocular variant.) Jill: Let's ride our bikes to the store instead of walking. Jane: I was just thinking we should do that, too. Jill: Great minds think alike.

;) ;) ;)
 

zathros

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When you "straightened me out", that really showed me that you are someone I can respect. When I screw up, I apologize in public. If I mess up in public, that member is owed a public apology, and explanation. I try to run this place by not running it. I just shove it from one side to another, like a boat going down a canal. I want the people on the canal boat to have fun, I'll watch the horses, or trolleys, and play on the boat too, but as an equal, not as someone on a power trip. I hope that comes through. I like the group of people on this forum now so much. We have such a nice group of people. If actually scares me because I worry that if something happens to me, that it could go bad. I am a real "handful" for our wonderful gorgeous I.T., and she is an extremely capable I.T. Chrissy makes this forum run like a clock. The members getting along, the staff keeping the machine running smooth has created a synergism I haven't seen anywhere else. We haven't had a fight here in so long. Everyone is so respectful to each other. A great forum is a great way to start the New Year!! It's you guys that do it, I know because I see it, and I think everyone else does too. :)
 
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t.l.williamsjr

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Sorry, Zathros

I'm more of a "Sons of Martha" type:

The Sons Of Martha
The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part;
But the Sons of Martha favour their Mother of the careful soul and the troubled heart.
And because she lost her temper once, and because she was rude to the Lord her Guest,
Her Sons must wait upon Mary's Sons, world without end, reprieve, or rest.

It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the shock.
It is their care that the gear engages; it is their care that the switches lock.
It is their care that the wheels run truly; it is their care to embark and entrain,
Tally, transport, and deliver duly the Sons of Mary by land and main.

They say to mountains ``Be ye removèd.'' They say to the lesser floods ``Be dry.''
Under their rods are the rocks reprovèd---they are not afraid of that which is high.
Then do the hill-tops shake to the summit---then is the bed of the deep laid bare,
That the Sons of Mary may overcome it, pleasantly sleeping and unaware.

They finger Death at their gloves' end where they piece and repiece the living wires.
He rears against the gates they tend: they feed him hungry behind their fires.
Early at dawn, ere men see clear, they stumble into his terrible stall,
And hale him forth like a haltered steer, and goad and turn him till evenfall.

To these from birth is Belief forbidden; from these till death is Relief afar.
They are concerned with matters hidden---under the earthline their altars are---
The secret fountains to follow up, waters withdrawn to restore to the mouth,
And gather the floods as in a cup, and pour them again at a city's drouth.

They do not preach that their God will rouse them a little before the nuts work loose.
They do not preach that His Pity allows them to drop their job when they damn-well choose.
As in the thronged and the lighted ways, so in the dark and the desert they stand,
Wary and watchful all their days that their brethren's ways may be long in the land.

Raise ye the stone or cleave the wood to make a path more fair or flat;
Lo, it is black already with the blood some Son of Martha spilled for that!
Not as a ladder from earth to Heaven, not as a witness to any creed,
But simple service simply given to his own kind in their common need.

And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessèd---they know the Angels are on their side.
They know in them is the Grace confessèd, and for them are the Mercies multiplied.
They sit at the feet---they hear the Word---they see how truly the Promise runs.
They have cast their burden upon the Lord, and---the Lord He lays it on Martha's Sons!
 
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