Suz Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 I hereby formally apologize for my car wash pathos! Thanks for the pics, though Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Bomber Posted March 9, 2008 Author Share Posted March 9, 2008 I hereby formally apologize for my car wash pathos! Thanks for the pics, though Yes,well,at least thosepics should help you overcome your fear,we should get Robert Plant to do that when we kidnap him :lol: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Suz Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 Yes,well,at least thosepics should help you overcome your fear,we should get Robert Plant to do that when we kidnap him :lol: Good god, don't say that- hey! All I signed up for was the lemon thing, no kidnapping! And now you know what's in my head during Zepp songs. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Bomber Posted March 9, 2008 Author Share Posted March 9, 2008 Good god, don't say that- hey! All I signed up for was the lemon thing, no kidnapping! And now you know what's in my head during Zepp songs. But Suz,just imagine this,hot day,a topless Robert Plant washing your car,and when Jimmy comes to find him and beg for a tour,you can have Page & Plant as your own personal carwash slaves! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Suz Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 But Suz,just imagine this,hot day,a topless Robert Plant washing your car,and when Jimmy comes to find him and beg for a tour,you can have Page & Plant as your own personal carwash slaves! ......and now I know what WILL be in my head! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Bomber Posted March 9, 2008 Author Share Posted March 9, 2008 ......and now I know what WILL be in my head! C'mon,you know you want to,and the best part?Page can wear that white dragon suit. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinkerbell Posted March 9, 2008 Share Posted March 9, 2008 C'mon,you know you want to, and the best part? Page can wear that white dragon suit. Would be a nice contrast to the yellow hose..... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Bomber Posted March 9, 2008 Author Share Posted March 9, 2008 Would be a nice contrast to the yellow hose..... While we're color coordinating Jimmy Page's kidnapping and inprisonment can i just say that we should decide what color car he'd have to wash?White dragon suit,yellow hose,i'm straight so i'll let you girls decide. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinkerbell Posted March 10, 2008 Share Posted March 10, 2008 While we're color coordinating Jimmy Page's kidnapping and inprisonment can i just say that we should decide what color car he'd have to wash?White dragon suit,yellow hose,i'm straight so i'll let you girls decide. Maybe a little Red Rooster..... uupps, Roadster? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Bomber Posted March 10, 2008 Author Share Posted March 10, 2008 Maybe a little Red Rooster..... uupps, Roadster? I see,nice,so,Jimmy washes a car while Suz squeezes Robert's "lemon" and hopefully this results in a tour of some sort?Wow,kinda makes me wonder how we reached this point from the topic,but carry on,the ones that though we were crazy will see,we'll have Jimmy in the trunk of a dirty red roadster by October,and Robert by November,then we'll make them clean it. Can we also give them each a gun with a single bullet and let them decide if its worth living? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinkerbell Posted March 10, 2008 Share Posted March 10, 2008 I hereby formally apologize for my car wash pathos! Thanks for the pics, though I will always think on you, Suz when I'm going to the carwasher!!!!! (.... and I think I'll try to find a stay-inside-washer and borrow the neighbour's dogs for an authentic Suz feeling...... ) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Bomber Posted March 10, 2008 Author Share Posted March 10, 2008 I will always think on you, Suz when I'm going to the carwasher!!!!! (.... and I think I'll try to find a stay-inside-washer and borrow the neighbour's dogs for an authentic Suz feeling...... ) ...Sounds like fun,i'd like to come along or at least recreate the experiment here! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinkerbell Posted March 10, 2008 Share Posted March 10, 2008 Can we also give them each a gun with a single bullet and let them decide if its worth living? Nope, but this might be a magical mystery tour for Suz...... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Suz Posted March 10, 2008 Share Posted March 10, 2008 Cripes, this is gettn' outta hand. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bingo Posted March 10, 2008 Share Posted March 10, 2008 I use to do these on another site: http://www.gatheringofthevibes.com/bored/Y...?num=1161660273 http://www.gatheringofthevibes.com/bored/Y...?num=1161660645 http://www.gatheringofthevibes.com/bored/Y...?num=1161661681 http://www.gatheringofthevibes.com/bored/Y...?num=1161662340 http://www.gatheringofthevibes.com/bored/Y...?num=1161663692 http://www.gatheringofthevibes.com/bored/Y...?num=1161665201 http://www.gatheringofthevibes.com/bored/Y...?num=1161665431 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Suz Posted March 10, 2008 Share Posted March 10, 2008 Hey, that was cool, Bingo. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bingo Posted March 10, 2008 Share Posted March 10, 2008 Thank you. Here's all of them from some other groups I like. A few have some paintings/pictures missing due to be taken off the websites. Most are intact. http://www.gatheringofthevibes.com/bored/Y...?num=1161665741 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SunChild Posted March 10, 2008 Share Posted March 10, 2008 Nope, but this might be a magical mystery tour for Suz...... That is just too fucking cool. This is now officially my favorite thread. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Bomber Posted March 10, 2008 Author Share Posted March 10, 2008 And Tinkerbell,if you'd like i could give you a loan of Robert or Jimmy to help you fix up your Harley... Hey,if you'd like i could even kidnap JPJ or Bonzo Jr! Let me describe my fantasy of WTLB for you in detail: Rain,floods,blood,sweat and tears,basically your average Irish day... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinkerbell Posted March 10, 2008 Share Posted March 10, 2008 (edited) Cripes, this is gettn' outta hand. Yeah, indeed! So, watch out during squeezing ....... Edited March 10, 2008 by Tinkerbell Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lajoie Posted March 10, 2008 Share Posted March 10, 2008 (edited) I use to do these on another site: http://www.gatheringofthevibes.com/bored/Y...?num=1161660273 http://www.gatheringofthevibes.com/bored/Y...?num=1161660645 http://www.gatheringofthevibes.com/bored/Y...?num=1161661681 http://www.gatheringofthevibes.com/bored/Y...?num=1161662340 http://www.gatheringofthevibes.com/bored/Y...?num=1161663692 http://www.gatheringofthevibes.com/bored/Y...?num=1161665201 http://www.gatheringofthevibes.com/bored/Y...?num=1161665431 Thank you for these-They are all wonderful -Most important is the 1st thread-post by rev. Jim on Oct.23,06 --as The Stairway to Heaven Lady C.S.P 3/5/64 came out on Oct.15,06---she looks a little like the Lady with the Dove next to her and dolphins swimming below (neptunalia july 23 dolphin helps god get his true bride the mermaid )----she is the Holy Grail ! Let me add that there were many of us who were there that final night of Cbgb`s NYC.and seen and heard her. Edited March 10, 2008 by lajoie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinkerbell Posted March 10, 2008 Share Posted March 10, 2008 (edited) Bomber, I promised to post a real wonderful journey next time and so I decided to provide the tale about Conn Cedcathaeh's only but most important lost battle to everybody here in this thread. For me it's a perfect imagination listening to Going To California which is one of my most beloved Led Zeps songs ever. Lay back all who are interested in celtic story telling and enjoy the Tale of Condla Ruad and the Sidhe in the Crystal Ship Many tales from the ancient times tell us about Conn Cedcathaeh, the High King of Eire, who fought A Hundred Battles. He was a great warrior and generous king of all five districts of Eire. But Conn had lost one battle - and he lost it against a woman in a crystal ship. And this is what I want to tell you about it: Conn Of Hundred Battles had two sons. The elder one was Condla Rua, Condla with the red hair. The younger one was named Art, which means bear, and he was indeed tall and strong like a bear. Art had strong shoulders like his father but Condla was frail and his shoulders were fragile and some people therefor called him Condla Cam, Condla the Cripple. But other folks called him Condla Caim, Condla the Handsome because his face was friendly and endearing and his eyes shone bright. One day it comes Condla went on the heights of Usna with his father. With their men they rode against the red morning dawn. Mist was rolling over the heights like fairy dust. Suddenly a beautiful lady revealed herself out of the misty veils and proceeded slowly towards Condla. His steed also stood still but the other men were obviously not able to recognize her. “Who are you and where do you come from, woman?” Condla asked her. She said: “I am a Sidhe and come from the Land Of Life in which neither dead nor sin are known and no one is familiar with wrong. We are friendly to each other and we don’t know any arguments or fights. They call us Those Living Beneath The Hills and Those From The Isle Of Peace.” “To whom are you talking to, Condla?” King Conn asked his son. Condla didn’t answer but the king heard the Sidhe’s voice even he couldn’t make out from where it came. “He is talking with a Sidhe of high birth for whom neither death nor age are waiting. I fell in love with your son and now I’m calling him: Oh Condla, your hair is stardust and you are my desire. Come with me, Condla with the beautyful hair and those eyes shining like candleflames. Follow me in a land without tears. I fulfill what you are longing for and the light of my body should be devoted to you. Follow me and you will remain young and beautyful until the world will end.” Everybody was able to hear the words of the Sidhe but only Condla seems to see her. “Where is the land you are talking about?” he asked. And her answer was gentle and light like the winds of spring because she could feel Condla’s longing in his voice. “The Isle Of The Fairies is beyond the sea. My father, the Elvenking, provided me, his daughter, his crystal ship dancing like a feather on top of the waves. It’s waiting on the beach and will sail us swiftly above the raging sea to the Fairy Land!” Conn was calling after Corann, his druide. “Help me, Corann! Don’t you hear the voice of evil? I will stand against all visible forces. But now a lady from the World Between Worlds is going for my son and her power is more mighty than my mind can follow! Elvenmagic is stealing my son! Please sing your most mighty spell against it!” Corann jumped from the back of his steed, pulled out a bunch of grass and spoke out a mighty spell. His eyes were burning when he threw the grass against the invisible voice and he spat three times on the ground. Facing this the Sidhe stopped singing and melted slowly with the silvery mist coming out of the heights. But before vanishing out of Condla’s sight for good she throw an apple towards him. Condla was absent minded from this day on. He didn’t speak, he didn’t eat and he refused to drink. He was only living on the apple he has got from the Sidhe. And as much he ever ate from – the apple didn’t diminish and stayed a whole apple all the time. Also undiminished like the apple remained Condla’s longing after the woman having revealed herself only to him. His depressive condition went on for a month. Then Condla walked through the plain of Archommin towards the sea. His father and his brother, the bear, walked with him. They didn’t dare to leave their eyes from him in fear of the Sidhe would kidnapp him successfully in her realm at least. And after Condla reached the seaside he became aware of the crystal ship and the Sidhe inside. She was even more beautiful and desireable like she was on the day he saw her the first time on the heights of Usna. Conn Of A Hundred Battles couldn’t see the lady in her crystal ship but he knew the voice which was filling the air with a vibrating sound of silver. Full of fears he sent Art for Corann, the druide. The Sidhe turned to Condla and sang: “You are sitting on a high throne here in Erin, Condla Rua, but you are towering amongst mortal men walking the path of death. All life on earth is diminishing a little bit more everyday. I am inviting you to approve the gift of my neverending love which will release you from the spell of death forever and ever.” Conn grabbed his son’s fragile shoulders and shook him. “Did her love penetrate your heart?” Follow me home, Condla! You are one of us and one day you will be High King of Erin! Be a man and stand her!” But Condla tightened his shoulders and said: “I love you, father, and also I do love my folks and our land. But Art will be as much successful and maybe better in leading our people as I would be able to. I’m drawn from a never known longing I saw the lady for the very first time. I want to live my love.” He ripped himself off his fathers grip and ran through the surf away from father, folk and land and jumped into the crystal ship. The ship was shimmering like a bright star in the dissolving sun when it finally went on its long journey to the Land Of The Fairies. Conn Of A Hundred Battles watched them passing until the unearthly shimmering light vanished beyond the horizon. “She won him and I lost him! Nobody knows where he is going and we will never ever see him again…..” he uttered to himself. But folks is telling Tadgh MacCian had passed the Isle Of The Fairies during his odyssee and that he had seen Condla lying in the arms of a beautiful lady. And the two of them haven’t had been able to turn their eyes away from each other……. Good night, my friends where ever you are ...... and listen closely to your dreams tonight ...... Tinkerbell Edited March 10, 2008 by Tinkerbell Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Bomber Posted March 10, 2008 Author Share Posted March 10, 2008 Bomber, I promised to post a real wonderful journey next time and so I decided to provide the tale about Conn Cedcathaeh's only but most important lost battle to everybody here in this thread. For me it's a perfect imagination listening to Going To California which is one of my most beloved Led Zeps songs ever. Lay back all who are interested in celtic story telling and enjoy the Tale of Condla Ruad and the Sidhe in the Crystal Ship Many tales from the ancient times tell us about Conn Cedcathaeh, the High King of Eire, who fought A Hundred Battles. He was a great warrior and generous king of all five districts of Eire. But Conn had lost one battle - and he lost it against a woman in a crystal ship. And this is what I want to tell you about it: Conn Of Hundred Battles had two sons. The elder one was Condla Rua, Condla with the red hair. The younger one was named Art, which means bear, and he was indeed tall and strong like a bear. Art had strong shoulders like his father but Condla was frail and his shoulders were fragile and some people therefor called him Condla Cam, Condla the Cripple. But other folks called him Condla Caim, Condla the Handsome because his face was friendly and endearing and his eyes shone bright. One day it comes Condla went on the heights of Usna with his father. With their men they rode against the red morning dawn. Mist was rolling over the heights like fairy dust. Suddenly a beautiful lady revealed herself out of the misty veils and proceeded slowly towards Condla. His steed also stood still but the other men were obviously not able to recognize her. “Who are you and where do you come from, woman?” Condla asked her. She said: “I am a Sidhe and come from the Land Of Life in which neither dead nor sin are known and no one is familiar with wrong. We are friendly to each other and we don’t know any arguments or fights. They call us Those Living Beneath The Hills and Those From The Isle Of Peace.” “To whom are you talking to, Condla?” King Conn asked his son. Condla didn’t answer but the king heard the Sidhe’s voice even he couldn’t make out from where it came. “He is talking with a Sidhe of high birth for whom neither death nor age are waiting. I fell in love with your son and now I’m calling him: Oh Condla, your hair is stardust and you are my desire. Come with me, Condla with the beautyful hair and those eyes shining like candleflames. Follow me in a land without tears. I fulfill what you are longing for and the light of my body should be devoted to you. Follow me and you will remain young and beautyful until the world will end.” Everybody was able to hear the words of the Sidhe but only Condla seems to see her. “Where is the land you are talking about?” he asked. And her answer was gentle and light like the winds of spring because she could feel Condla’s desire in his voice. “The Isle Of The Fairies is beyond the sea. My father, the Elvenking, provided me, his daughter, his crystal ship dancing like a feather on top of the waves. It’s waiting on the beach and will sail us swiftly above the raging sea to the Fairy Land!” Conn was calling after Corann, his druide. “Help me, Corann! Don’t you hear the voice of evil? I will stand against all visible forces. But now a lady from the World Between Worlds is going for my son and her power is more mighty than my mind can follow! Elvenmagic is stealing my son! Please sing your most mighty spell against it!” Corann jumped from the back of his steed, pulled out a bunch of grass and spoke out a mighty spell. His eyes were burning when he threw the grass against the unvisible voice and he spat three times on the ground. Facing this the Sidhe stopped singing and melted slowly with the silvery mist coming out of the heights. But before vanishing out of Condla’s sight for good she throw an apple towards him. Condla was absent minded from this day on. He didn’t speak, he didn’t eat and he refused to drink. He was only living on the apple he has got from the Sidhe. And as much he ever ate from – the apple didn’t diminish and stayed a whole apple all the time. Also undiminished like the apple remained Condla’s longing after the woman having revealed herself only to him. His depressive condition went on for a month. Then Condla walked through the plain of Archommin towards the sea. His father and his brother, the bear, walked with him. They didn’t dare to leave their eyes from him in fear of the Sidhe would kidnapp him successfully in her realm at least. And after Condla reached the seaside he became aware of the crystal ship and the Sidhe inside. She was even more beautiful and desireable like she was on the day he saw her the first time on the heights of Usna. Conn Of A Hundred Battles couldn’t see the lady in her crystal ship but he knew the voice which was filling the air with a vibrating sound of silver. Full of fears he sent Art for Corann, the druide. The Sidhe turned to Condla and sang: “You are sitting on a high throne here in Erin, Condla Rua, but you are towering amongst mortal men walking the path of death. All life on earth is diminishing a little bit more everyday. I am inviting you to approve the gift of my neverending love which will release you from the spell of death forever and ever.” Conn grabbed his son’s fragile shoulders and shook him. “Did her love penetrate your heart?” Follow me home, Condla! You are one of us and one day you will be High King of Erin! Be a man and stand her!” But Condla tightened his shoulders and said: “I love you, father, and also I do love my folks and our land. But Art will be as much successful and maybe better in leading our people as I would be able to. I’m drawn from a never known longing I saw the lady for the very first time. I want to live my love.” He ripped himself off his fathers grip and ran through the surf away from father, folk and land and jumped into the crystal ship. The ship was shimmering like a bright star in the dissolving sun when it finally went on its long journey to the Land Of The Fairies. Conn Of A Hundred Battles watched them passing until the unearthly shimmering light vanished beyond the horizon. “She won him and I lost him! Nobody knows where he is going and we will never ever see him again…..” he uttered to himself. But folks is telling Tadgh MacCian had passed the Isle Of The Fairies during his odyssee and that he had seen Condla lying in the arms of a beautiful lady. And the two of them haven’t had been able to turn their eyes away from each other……. Good night, my friends where ever you are ...... and listen closely to your dreams tonight ...... Tinkerbell A truly beautiful story,very well told,if i didn't know better i'd think you were Irish!I didn't know a German (Or any non Irish person) could grasp Celtic tales as well as that (Sorry if i sounded like SteveAJones there) but very,very good! This poem has a special place in my family history,my Granddad was a teacher and he used to teach,for lack of a better word,knackers,no interest in Irish at all,one day,when he tried to tell them this story,one of them drew a knife on him!So he went up,looked him in the eye,and punched him in the face,picked up the knife,stood on his chest and yelled: "REPEAT AFTER ME!!!" and told the story,badass! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bingo Posted March 11, 2008 Share Posted March 11, 2008 Thank you for these-They are all wonderful -Most important is the 1st thread-post by rev. Jim on Oct.23,06 --as The Stairway to Heaven Lady C.S.P 3/5/64 came out on Oct.15,06---she looks a little like the Lady with the Dove next to her and dolphins swimming below (neptunalia july 23 dolphin helps god get his true bride the mermaid )----she is the Holy Grail ! Let me add that there were many of us who were there that final night of Cbgb`s NYC.and seen and heard her. Thank you...I was Rev Jim on that board before I switched to my real nick-name, Bingo...as you can see, I "borrowed" my girl Nance's Jimmy avatar. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinkerbell Posted March 11, 2008 Share Posted March 11, 2008 A truly beautiful story,very well told,if i didn't know better i'd think you were Irish!I didn't know a German (Or any non Irish person) could grasp Celtic tales as well as that (Sorry if i sounded like SteveAJones there) but very,very good! Thanx ! I actually live in a very traditional celtic area. Here at my place both important bullwarks, the celtic defension wall and the roman Limes made for conquering, meet each other. Our forests have eyes and if you are listening closely sitting at her shores our river Danube murmures stories of the elder times on and on. In fact our area is celtic heartland and our town is one of the first places at which celtic folks settled down. The monument of the Befreiungshalle (sorry, no English word) towering high above our town is placed directly on an area influenced by cosmic rays and being penetrated with Ley Lines. The monument is not celtic at all and has nothing to do with remembering our roots - it is built from mortal men to demonstrate their power and badly influenced by the brotherhood of the Freimaurer (don't know an English word for, sorry again). You can find their signs and their numeric system everywhere spread over the building. Sorry for sounding like a miss know-all, but I'm just so interested in our roots and the ancient life systems - the passion is simply overcoming me all the time! It's a little bit like talking about horses: an endless stream of words and you can't stop talking even recognizing nobody is able to listen any more..... The story telling came to me maybe two years ago and I had several evenings until now and one big five-day-event last year at the end of October (Samhain). An international event will take place on the 13th of June this year. My friend Wendy Rule, a Wicca, singer and songwriter from Australia, will create a common evening with me (regional legends told in celtic tradition) and my band Wamaluru (didge, drums, percussion) directly beneath our good old towering monument...... (-: I must admit bringing in ancient powers is a much better alternative than simply blasting it into pieces, I fear.... :-) This poem has a special place in my family history,my Granddad was a teacher and he used to teach,for lack of a better word,knackers,no interest in Irish at all,one day,when he tried to tell them this story,one of them drew a knife on him!So he went up,looked him in the eye,and punched him in the face,picked up the knife,stood on his chest and yelled: "REPEAT AFTER ME!!!" and told the story,badass! Exactly this story? Your Granddad was a wise man and he stood for it. Please convey him my kindest regards (if you can). Yes, and flood me with stories from your family if you find the time and the mood grabing so deep underneath your skin! Tinkerbell Mystic shot of our Grey Eminence .... (made at dead night! Scary!) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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