Joan of Arc + (Whisper)

September 23, 2013

Paths, Woods, and Harps

In His Name

Tourniquet


Live Tourniquets (Evanescence)

September 15, 2013


Paths, Woods, and Harps

September 14, 2013

In the Woods

In the (opening) woods they found one, and another.  Unforgiving landscapes of former trails had left them withdrawn, yet anxious – to awaken (once again).  Life, in description of their past, was (partially) possible in terms of anticipating realized dreams.  Then, to spite transitory evolutions, they ran through an enveloping forest – into eternal paths of embracing possibilities.  Trials of time had judged, ruled, become circular fates, as if it was a natural passing of dates.  Yes, theirs, “for [many] a season,” traveled darkly – while Hope, the survival key, lent shelves selfishly.  Though separations (directions) had moved them among similar destinies, here, beyond the (fading) trees, they would truly meet.

It was a search (so to speak) for everlasting youth.  Following, came mornings of ever-spinning truth.  Two drank current instants together — conversed with the sun.  And she softly questioned reason: “Of this, what will become?”  He answered passionately: “Truth is forever done!”  In that presence, Light shone upon reality.  Cups filled with wonder; they began to reach.  She smiled with the glowing (of their newfound peaks).  He listened, soared, and returned – without retreat.  A clearing welcomed each dawning; these paths were beyond defeat.  Two (who were wandering) grew in acceptance, in fulfillment, of what (more) would (promisingly) be.

My Lorraine; My Everything

(<Y>)

Paths, Moons, and Harps +

Last night was our anniversary, White Wolf.
And, last night you left this world.
It was a “Holy Union,”
Yet certain provisions never unfurled.
You were “My Everything,”
My spiritual wife,
My best friend,
All that was intertwined (and left) in my life.
Our Love will go on, forever –
Though, until I see (and hear) you again,
The eternity promised
Will never be the first day, to begin.

05/01/2011

Anna Katharina Emmerick_saint_visionary

Blessed Anne Catherine Emmerich: “Is notable for her visions on the life and passion of Jesus Christ, reputed to be revealed to her by the Blessed Virgin Mary under religious ecstasy.”

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Video is in dedication to Saint Joan of Arc + Lorraine
(who should be regarded as a Saint) ~^~ 

These passages are in love, honor, and memory of Lorraine Travis (with ongoing inspirations).  She gave (and shared) some of the Greatest Gifts with me — many of which most would never believe.  Respectively, if ever a (second) chance shall be given (with renewed seasons and circumstances), in turn, a sharing as much as possible with the world regarding what wholly debilitating challenges as well as infallible visionary experiences she went through is intended.  A prayer: If I fail to do the latter, may others, collectively, or someone else, individually, be able to make this come true (in and from the Spirit).  09/23/2016

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“Being Conscious of Miracles Attracts More of Them”: From the heart of the core miracle, through each connected (or lighted) realm, there are both natural and purposely provided paths.  In association, our spirits (as guided by exploring/opening minds with pristine callings) have the ability to make these journeys (in truth) – where, beyond our earthly settings, even the physical may follow through.

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To my love, my “Joan of Arc”:
At pristine times, you were a messenger –
of the greatest “Glimpse[s].”
At present times, we are continued –
among the messages.
07/2012 + 11/2016

Lorraine -Rosed Hands +
(Still Waiting, Emmit.)
Made In Heaven - Again

 Sent by Lorraine (after breaking through with Light) on 2/11/2017:

September 2018: You Turns +
You Turns +
Our 21 Year Anniversary
I Love You - Amen


Arced Horizons

May 17, 2013

From/With/To My Joan of Arc (Lorraine):

Trails and Horizons

Trails and Horizons

When the dragons grow too mighty
To slay with pen or sword
I grow weary of the battle
And the storm I walk toward
When all around is madness
And there’s no safe port in view
I long to turn my path homeward
To stop awhile with you

When life becomes so barren
And as cold as winter skies
There’s a beacon in the darkness
In a distant pair of eyes
In vain to search for order
In vain to search for truth
But these things can still be given
Your love has shown me proof

Madrigal: Neil Peart

Approaching Shores

Approaching Shores

A modest man from Mandrake
Traveled rich to the city
He had a need to discover
A use for his newly-found wealth

Because he was human, because he had goodness
Because he was moral they called him insane
Delusions of grandeur, visions of splendor
A manic depressive, he walks in the rain

Eyes wide open
Heart undefended
Innocence untarnished

Cinderella man
Doing what you can
They can’t understand
What it means

Hang on to your plans
Try as they might
They cannot steal your dreams

                             A Farewell to Kings: Cinderella Man

Flighted Arcs

Flighted Arcs

2012 Rains

“Amen”


Joan of Arc: Whisper (Evanescense)

January 22, 2009

Joan of Arc

+ Dedicated to Lorraine +