Six Sequences of Shifting

I had a six-sequence dream: In the first bit, paying rent was impossible, because all tenants' rent money came through as counterfeit or drawn from fictitious banks. Secondly, some builders were demolishing a room directly over mine, insecuring my ceiling. The workers were mafia. In the third sequence, we looked for hidden rooms in attic, cellar and walls(no luck). Fourthly, my former prophet housemate carved figures in the ground and pavement of birds flying away. In the sixth sequence, my Appalachian grandfather looked for jobs in Ireland, while I compared his accent to the employment officers'. Lastly, my Irish friend's house was named in a vocal chant: "A place of forgotten & timeless love and hate".

In sum: (1) can't pay rent (since all money is counterfeit). (2) mafia builders demolish room above mine,destroying my room. (3) I look for hide-out room space behind walls, underground or in attics. (4) a prophet carves figures of fugitive birds all over the ground (5) my Appalachian grandfather is unemployed, looks for work in a poor country (Ireland),feels a cultural bond with them. (6) the home of a close Irish friend is sung out as "a place of timeless and forgotten love and hate."

Noon near Noon Road, nearly nicking my head

I had a dream I was searching for a road called Noon Rd. The time was *noon*, and I saw two roads forking, both ascending upwards with steps, high hedges bordering the left choice. I chose the right-hand road, which turned out to be under construction. I ducked under some scaffolding & turned back as a worker yelled at ...me: "*Noon* Road's on the left! Hey - Watch your noon!" [don't clock your head!]

Nathan: Weirdly, I think a memory of Chief Noonday trails at Yankee Springs in Michigan ties somehow into this dream. The way under construction points to the immature America - the hedges point to Britain. Still I hang on....

Hope Aurora Martinson: hvilken vei var riktig?

Susanne Radmann: the right-hand road is not an option which is ready yet. however, your full commitment is asked for, now. no matter what position you take, you have to do it (noon - either way spells noon). don't give yourself a headache over it - you know the answer already. so, go lightly and in the light of your decision.

Mikaela Lundh Baum: What a very symbolic but still clear dream, interesting!

Nathan: Yes, it is the hour (Noon), the open road (Noon), the very top of my head is struck by...Noon. Can't make it midnight or morning....

Nathan: Hope, jeg tror begge veier var 'riktige', men den ene var ikke ennå bygd og ferdferdig. Kanskje etter at jeg er helt oppe på den venstre gata får jeg gå ned på den høyre. Kanskje FORENES de to veiene etter at jeg har hatt mot å velge veien mellom hekkene. Jeg håper at Håpe skal finne og omfatte meg på veien. Kanskje du óg trenger den gangstien vi skal finne.

Shunners left behind

Black turm-Oil white-washed by In-humans as In-nocent sink where we can't. Love-ly's unreached. O Shun, and See when you're drowning. The Eve of Eden - when Woman says: Enough! Man-hell sits behind. Man-hole alone in your dark.

Dream of the Upsurging Polish Clock-Tower and the Waterfall Cliff-face upon the Polish Catholic Court

Dreamt that I and my family (both sisters, Egyptian brother in-law, my mother/father) were visiting Poland. Accompanying me was a female companion, herself from Poland.

We approached a very wealthy estate. Gazed at its green and walled court centered around a straight and stern tower, very high. I began crooning back my head to see its top. I kept bending backward from a 'tourist viewpoint' (a walled-in look-out near benches), straining to see up the tower, whose height grew and shape surged sheer. The bulk of its height bore down forward from the clouds, as my eyes shot up its stone like camera eyes. I felt I was staring up a colossal massif that was heaving to fall on me. Nearly falling over backwards, I saw at last its clock-tower crown, surging and sounding with height and sound. Its bell toll rose only when you looked into its high window, and it rolled low with the wind. In amazement, I tried to get the others to look up. I saw my Egyptian brother falling backward as he strained his head. The other family seemed distracted. The Polish woman walked silently and serenely around the perimeter of the nobility's court, itself gentle and green, well tended. A waterfall fell down a cliff-face from the courtyard straight in line with the tower, making a right-angle with the flat ground of the court, and welling into a pool near the tourists.

Following this, my dad and I 'captured' two Catholic Poles and asked them questions about the Pope. I was very (and am, have always been somewhat) open to Catholicism on the whole (especially the earliest seeds, and cultural universalism), but my dad made several wry jokes about Poles and their Catholic traditions, prying and poking at them in a kind but penetrating way.

Before this trip fell underway, I was in a rush and urge to prepare myself - and that preparation was needed. I had looked into a mirror and saw I'd grown very thick and curling hair upon my shoulders, neck and upper back! I felt ready to wrestle King Kong. With a will, I began shaving myself in anticipation of meeting non-hairy people in foreign lands. In reality, I'm smoothskinned nearly all over.

From the East the Donkey Came, Mally's Meek, Prophecy of the End (self-sung)!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yoOyIl2LIs&feature=related

This song originally hails from a 12th century Latin song "Orientis Partibus" which first appeared in France and is usually attributed to Pierre de Corbeil, Bishop of Sens (d 1222) ("Office de la circoncision," "Lew manuscrit de l’office de la Circoncision de Notre-Dame-du-Puy," or "L’Office de Pierre de Corbeil," circa 1210). The Feast of the Circumcision is celebrated on January 1. The song is associated with the Feast of Fools.

The tune is said to have been part of the Fete de l’Ane (The Donkey’s Festival), which celebrated the flight of the Holy Family into Egypt and was a regular Christmas observance in Beauvais and Sens, France in the 13th century. During the mass, it was common for a donkey to be led or ridden into the church.

The words and tune were designed to give thanks for the ass on which Mary rode, and began: Orientis partibus Adventavit asinus (‘From the East the ass has come’). Each verse was sung, and finished with the chorus ‘Hail, Sir donkey, hail’. It was a solemn affair, but the tune became very popular in 17th and 18th century Germany.

Orientis partibus
adventavit asinus,
pulcher et fortissimus,
Sarcinis aptissimus.

Hez, Sire Asne, hez!

Hic in collibus Sychen
iam nutritus sub Ruben
transiit per Jordanem
saliit in Bethlehem

Saltu vincit hinnulos
damas et capreolos
super dromedarios
velox madianeos

Dum trahit vehicula
multa cum sarcinula
illius mandibula
dura terit pabula

Cum aristis, hordeum
comedit et carduum
triticum ex palea
segregat in area

Amen dicas, asine
Iam satur ex gramine
amen, amen itera
aspernare vetera

An English Translation:
In Easter Lands
the ass arrived
beautiful and strongest,
for burden fittest made.

Here in the hills of Sychen
nursed now below Ruben,
he crosses over Jordan
he enters Bethlehem!

In his leaps he conquers mules
fallow deer and roebucks
and surpasses camels
so speedy of the Medes.

While he pulls the wagons,
many loaded heavy,
using his jaws,
he grinds the tough fodder.

He eats barley, beards and all,
and the spiny thistles,
Separates the wheat from chaff
on the threshing floor.

You say Amen to the ass,
now all filled with grass!
"Amen, Amen!" once again,
spurning what is passed.

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From the East the donkey came,Stout
and strong as twenty men;Ears like wings and eyes like flame,Striding
into Bethlehem.Faster than the deer he
leapt,With his burden on his back;Though all other creatures
slept,Still the ass kept on his track.Still
he draws his heavy load,Fed on barley and rough hay;
Pulling on along the road--Donkey,pull our sins away!Wrap him now in cloth of gold;All rejoice who see him pass;Mirth inhabit young and old On this Feast Day of the Ass.
Refrain: Heh! Heh, Sir Ass, Oh Heh!

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oeRPZS5-4Vc

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JHYLpHb3NOo

Clan and Cousin Cluster in Michigan

Thursday afternoon clear, unclammy and cloudless. Went critter watching with cousin's son Athan, looking upclose at ant-mounds, subterranean groundhog kingdoms, sunfish, frogs, toads, spider webs, water spiders, snake-holes, and poison ivy (Athan [6 years?] noted that an ivy palm missing two leaves is one-leaved but STILL infectious!). After this, we carved AthaN-athan crossword style into a beech. Appalachian grandparents and 20-some relations present.

Cheesequest

I cycled with my merry men 20 miles to & from Monroe for Baumgartners Cheese Store & Tavern (Limburger Liverwurst on rye), the Swiss House (Ribeye sandwiches) & outdoor munchables along the way. Geo-cache found under bridge. The tree-lined path crossed brooks, ran tween cooling cliff-faces, went flanked by phlox all purple & most
poisonous pretty hemlocks. Moonshadows followed us home.

Summermon

Overheard from Memorial Union lakefront on Tuesday evening: "This cup is too round!" (why she spilled down shirt). "My dog ate all my friends' weed out of all their purses!". Sign on water: "For swimmer's health, please do not feed ducks." Logic? Is proscriptive, or *pre*scriptive?

Advice from my friend named Alan, GodsoS, a local personage

Soul you shun
B
Solution
contrary 2 it B