Cataratas de Agua Azul and a lesson learnt

Some time ago one of my vacations was in Mexico, and as always it was traveling from one end to the other visiting or staying in those wonderful remote places far away from the tourist trail.
One exception to the rule was to visit Cataratas de Agua Azul, located between Palenque and San Cristóbal de las Casas in the Chiapas Province.

To cut a long story short it is a series of very beautiful waterfalls that stretches for kilometers, and yes the best part is you can swim in most of them, but not without some risk. Another nice thing about this place during my stay, was that most if the tourists were mainly Mexican, and trust me they are great people & friendliness is second to none.

Well anyway on one day it was time to test the crystal blue waters, and it’s not hard to find a rock to sit on out in the waters, so after a few hours of swimming in the waters and sitting on my own personal rock, the decision was to swim across to mainland and explore the jungle a side.

It was about halfway towards dry land that cramp overtook my body, and my body began to sink. In the space of 8 seconds my body was taken under, and not a single chance of shouting for help face down.

Realizing the situation & understanding the remote chance of being saved, brings you to another point of learning, and that is not to struggle, amd fear left me for another person.

In those few minutes there was absolute peace and a feeling of not being alone, it was almost like being free and moving on, and there was no sound from above to disturb me. Some would say this was a religious experience, but my belief is based upon the experience and there were no angles. As my lungs filled with water my eyes closed, and in my mind there was no regrets.

At that exact moment my hair was pulled tightly & a strong arm was wrapped around my neck, and almost to my own fear was being pulled back towards the surface. As soon as my head broke surface the struggling set in, and the person that held me in his tight grip dragged me to dry land.

Once out of the water he pumped my lungs until the surrounding grass was colored, and then carried me to a quite area and set me against a tree. After that he left me and then returned with two cups of tea, and told me to drink too avoid going into shock.

As we sat under the tree he told me about himself, and how he was employed as a ranger to patrol the waters. He had decided to walk a route he normally did not walk, and he himself thought it odd at the time. He smiled at this and said with a definite certainty it was not my time, when asked why he said that- his reply was a smile. That smile still remains with me, because it shined with knowledge of perhaps something myself was not allowed to know.

He led me to the water again and told me to get in. He said now we take your fear of swimming away, and we swam for a short while in the shallows to get my confidence back. He was a good man, and will never be forgotten by me.

Looking back on this not just brings a smile upon my face, but something invaluable learnt especially concerning relationships. When we feel out of or depth and the struggling gets to the point of giving up, then don’t give up – just let go, because there is a big difference between the two.

In your relationship be attentive and always show that your support is there, and if ever your partner is in times of trouble, they will know where their lifeguard is to bring them to safety. To your partner you should be seen as a force which is always there, a force that can be depended upon for rescue and shelter.

The waters of life can be very deep, so remain hand in hand with the person whom you have said I love you, because that way you will both keep your balance and avoid the water pulling you under.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. etihn

A farewell to Kings



Farewell to the Kings

Our belief no more than a dream

The wisdom of ages

Diminishing in stages

As our progress of technology rages

The Camelot’s have crumbled through time

Now only our books remain as a shrine



Excalibur still belongs

To the owner of the mighty throne

Whilst the guardian lady of the lake now weeps

As our memories of the old now sleep

Just a story for our children to keep



Farewell to the Kings

The trees will speak from the book of Lore

As the sea still waits for the King who sat at the shore

The ancient spirits remain waiting by the door

When the spark of belief will refresh them once more



Legends can no longer fight the Bibles of men

With modern day heroes of Mohammad and Zen

The distant past no more than paper and pen

Destined to myth that will eventually end



Our Kings of old

Are now scattered to dust

Just as the sword in the stone

Now lies in rust

Tom Waits: Franks wild year. Frank Zappa: ETIHN. Laurie Anderson: Life on a string.

When I see the clients I am responsible for progress, it makes me not just proud of them, but gives me a belief each day that life is good – and good brings good.

It ain’t going to rain again




I know what you’ve been praying for
What you’ve been waiting for
And it ain’t going to rain

I know what you’ve been crying for
What you’ve been crying for
It isn’t going to rain again



My flight has left
And I’m on my way
I left my old life behind
See it fade away

Not sure what time I’ll arrive
Back to you today
But it gives me time
To think what I should say.



I know what you’ve been praying for
What you’ve been waiting for
And it ain’t going to rain

I know what you’ve been crying for
What you’ve been crying for
It isn’t going to rain again



Funny how I let those
Little things fade away
Precious moments that we had
Making us what we are today

Yes I still have photographs
Of the family that we made
Know you have forgiveness
For the role I should have played



I know what you’ve been praying for
What you’ve been waiting for
And it ain’t going to rain

I know what you’ve been crying for
What you’ve been crying for
It isn’t going to rain again



Well it’s getting closer now
Think I can see you below
I got the words I want to say
And the feelings I want to show

I know I’ve found my confidence
To let my feelings grow
To come out of this wilderness
To the home that I know



I know what you’ve been praying for
What you’ve been waiting for
And it isn’t going to rain

I know what you’ve been crying for
What you’ve been crying for
It isn’t going to rain again

Red fish tend to be a bit disloyal Smille, as can be seen by many a broken hearts messages on the forums. Do you have terrapins? They are very devoted, especially when you stroke the tops of the heads.

The theatre of war



(The Show)



The narrative.


Good day all you dear gentlemen
We welcome you to the big show
So may I take the honor?
And lead you to your row.


I do hope you like our seating arrangements
We’ve provided the best without doubt
And it’s assumed that you have read the introduction
Explaining what the shows all about.


Please remember when the curtain rises
It’s forbidden to use the exit door
Your weapons are located under your seats
So welcome my friends to the theatre of war.




(The song of reasons)


War is evil
War is good
War is a leveler
Misunderstood.


When you see the people die
Involuntary suicide
They can run but they can’t hide
And winners never close their eyes.


War is progress
War is decline
War is a profit
And war is a shrine


The slaughter carves names on the stones
Then broken down to build new homes
War brings death and then new life
The dove of peace lies on the knife.


War brings ratings
On TV
War brings advancements
Kill in 3D


Hi Tec weapons to help the kill
Don’t see the victim but get the thrill
In mass destruction there is no blame
Victors come out on computer game




(The enemies chant)


Narrative.


As the moisture rises above the grassed swampland that lays shrouded in a vale of mist, swans break surface to the call of a new dawn.


Eastwards lays in the direction of the home fire burning, northwards lays unknown destiny, beyond sight but not beyond the senses.


New days dawn, but in the land of the fallen, it’s only the spirits of the past that rise to greet there new residents.



(The voice of mocking)


Voice: Can you hear them?
Can you smell their fear?
Can you breathe their foolishness?
Can you see them armed only in their righteousness?
The battle they shall receive
And the grave they will reap
A thousand tears will flow on this ground
And darkness they will keep.




(Freddie’s Dilemma)


I see so many men in amour - coming over hills
Riding shining motorbikes - with blades upon their wheels


At the front is canon fodder - with bullets in their swords
Wearing broken crosses - and advancing in their hordes


I want to call my orders – but my words not coming out
Very soon they’re on us - and I don’t think I can shout


My archers they start firing – rockets flying through the air
I think they hit their targets – but I’ve no time to stare


I don’t think I like war now -- this seems all too real
My dream is playing tricks - -and I want another deal


I want to find the exit - but was told I’m not allowed
So I’ll have to take this weapon - and my wife to take her shroud.




(The battle begins)


My time has come
And I must fight
To defend my life
Be it wrong or right


To claim my prize
In this theatre of war
To make orphans and widows
In exchange for the door


War allows no fear
But teaches righteousness
So if you’re killed
Your close your eyes blessed.


I can’t fight with prayer?
What can that achieve
To fight while praying
And be deceived.


I just came for a show
Not a theatre of war
Please let me go
Please open the door.




(Freddie’s conclusion)


I'm going home
My flame is burning out
A cloud now rests upon my eyes
But I still hear people shout


For some they fade into defeat
And others into victory
But the consequences are of no cost
For a spectator just like me


Anonymous bullets with piercing sound
Approach with eerie melody
And embrace this victim as I kiss the ground
As I now end my own symphony


Tasting the motion of the recoil
As once more I return back to the soil
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
As the generals taste victory mixed with lust


I remember a myth of a man who died
Who hung on a cross with a spear in his side?
Clutching at images in my imagination
Heart beating fast as I seek salvation


I’m going home but don’t know the way
But the ferry mans been paid and he says it’s ok
Will this world every say that I fought like a man
For the greater of mankind and the blood of the lamb


I going home like a lamb to the slaughter
To miss the sweet kiss of my wife and my daughter
Remembering the warmth of my mothers arms
Who gave for my journey this lucky charm?


No more sweet wine of scented days
And the meadow grass in the evening haze
Not one more rainbow or flake of snow
Or the gentle sound of the river flow


Instead I fall fighting in the fields of the Lord
You reap what you sow and I die by the sword
Will the world ever say that I fought like a man?
For the peace of mankind - my blood spilt on this land


I’m going home because I fought like a man
For the peace of mankind and the blood of the land.

Hi Smiless classify it as cognitive therapy, and after a while once you feel more comfortable in your discourses, you can perhaps ask one out for a date.

Hi Peccy can you explain what a kegger is - there might be a few who dont know including me.

The Whale Song ...... (for pkh)



I have traveled the oceans

And my journeys long

Have done many rights

Yet know I have also done wrong

To cut short the symphony of the whale song



Can you hear the whale calling?

Calling its name

Yet those in the factory

They all look the same

For them poetry in water

Is just profit and gain?



The waters turn crimson

Caused by metal and wood

No cause for the battle

No evil no good

Till the whale lays silent and misunderstood



We listen to causes

Heads held up high

We speak of injustice

And we use the word try

Yet not for the whale do we ever use the word why



So please carry this song

In the depths your heart

Remembering that words that I say

If the battle continues the waters remain red

All the whales will have all gone away

ok first of all a sorry for you pkh, and not my intention to offend. I was just feeling a little dark after a strange days work were I nearly got stabbed. Anyway out of the system so to speak.

As for everyting cant always be roses pkd1220 they can be, we just have to learn how not to pick the roses so they live longer.

Fu#K not again!!

Religion is an ideology, and ideologies such as these are generally based upon “We know what’s best” principle. Find an ideology that actually respects, then you will have your answer, because there would be no wars.

XTC: The man who murderd love

I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?

He was begging on his bended knee
For me to put him from his misery
He hadn't worked at all this century
Said I'd do a job for all humanity

I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?

I put a bullet in his sugar head
He thanked me kindly
then he layed down dead
Phoney roses blossomed where he bled
Then all the cheering angels shook my
hand and said

I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?

Oh it's the middle of the song
I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty
And then I turned and said

There'll be no more pain
from broken hearts
And no more lovers to be torn apart
Before you throw me
in your dungeon dark
Your honour, they'll be putting statues up
In every park

I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?

So dear public I'm here to confess
That I'm the one who freed us from this mess
Love won't be calling at your adress
'Cause what you never had you never miss,
I guess

I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?
I'm the man who murdered love
Yeah, what do you think to that?

If you never, ever use it
You know you're gonna lose it
If you never, ever kiss it
How you ever gonna miss it?

O'go on if you insist

do ladies like a man who gets his hands dirty? Well that would leave most of the white collar workers hanging around in the wine bars.

Ummzz: What makes a man? Was that trick question!!

Yes it is interesting and also welcome ProteinGirl

Every Thing Is Healing Nicely First introduced to Zappa age 10, and now proud owner of wonderful archive over the years & rare demo albums just released to radio stations.

Best song? No not possable. but not many can write a verse like this and get away with it.

He called her a slut, a pig and a whore
A bi*ch and a c*nt and she slammed the door
In a petulant frenzy!
(A petulant frenzy, this is a petulant frenzy.
I'm petulant, and I'm having a frenzy)

Xtc
Stupidly Happy lyrics


I'm stupidly happy
Everything's fine
I'm stupidly happy
My heart pumping wine
I'm stupidly happy
With idiot grin
I'm stupidly happy
It's surely a sin

All the birds of the air call your name as they land on my kitchen roof
All the fish in the lake do the same if you need extra proof

I'm stupidly happy
My vision is skewed
I'm stupidly happy
I'm coming unscrewed

And if the Devil walks up dressed in any disguise
I take him by the collars look him in the eye
I'm stupidly happy
Now you're my defense
I'm stupidly happy
This world's making sense

I'm stupidly happy
I roll like a train
I'm stupidly happy
With you in my brain

All the lights of the cars in the town form the strings of a big guitar
I'm a giant to play you a tune for wherever you are

I'm stupidly happy
Like the words to that song
I'm stupidly happy
No nothing not wrong
And should the Devil walk up with his business card out
I'll tear it to confetti with a grin and shout,
I'm stupidly happy
All of the time
I'm stupidly happy
Now you're mine