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http://pipestoneamerindiansfromisrael.blogspot.com/ The message from August 13th, 1995 :
( a child like map of the left hand corner, of the State of Minnesota, where
Pipestone, MN sets )
http://www.nps.gov/history/nr/travel/pipestone/map.htm Pipestone map, interstate 30
A water way diagram with the word 'water', a circle with the word 'bld.' (building), rain drops falling on the map with the word 'rain', the State Iowa (arrow downward pointing) and State Missouri listed, outside the map, the sentence "Road thee leaves to Upper area or room" . . .
The text reads :
. . . carry the bucket to the station to catch the days fish and undertaking
of the forest and harvest time. Thom Samuel Jones advance to the
Border area where is Mexico my Scurry one
I know not the papmous cloth & do thou tear down the arch & buried
stone of Blood & Coal, Burnt with incense & ash.
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http://eyesofthemadonna.blogspot.com/ March 16, 1994 Thursday 11pm approx.
............seeing the end of the valley turning and rolling with
ivy and nactrilus growth, I view all the seasons the same my love. I see the brillant corners of the mountains with the flowers and foliage of green and purple-brown.
The flocks roam free to await the return of the master shepard. I really wait for the night to fall to rest
peaceful and dream of thy arms, of the wonderful chimes of the dairy. The taste of taste, Oh to engulf the winged creature of the evening and silently exist as one of the darksights.
We be of the 3rd schedule of Knights, toward the
dozens of loathsome soldiers of death , and to fair as a marksman is but to admit the failures of ye kindred wonderings. I see those to who pledge the flag of Dragon's, and use the sword to symbol, not to over Power the weak. I take the night and fall millions of levels of dark falling, into the hands of the cold fortress, whose dreams I encamp in my dreaming sleep and waking hour. I only mourn for the arms and strength given to a maiden, of sorts whose belly I exist in as a child not born,I can only in due time come to season and suck the life of earth and hear the drums, and horns while the brass instrument sounds, I wait
my turn to be born. I view many of the hours of lonely thoughts and kindred
care, as a half-way point to set my sight on the design and fortune of my birthrights to
Ode-General-so-Lucky Thadius Johns. Whose Jawls droupe to the ground and bark like a dog of the
court whining and begging for the bone of the lamb. I brake the bone to hurdle myself into this time, to
visit the life design of wisdom and have escaped the tunnel of darkness. I too need mercy to forgive
the passion and neglect on my Father's toward maidens and few who stand awaiting for space
to serve the needs. Brothel House and Felden, Lance of grief was my own diversion and right of passage.
I subject my heart to pain to release the groan and sorrow of her tears and grief for my own soul
born to command, but not commanding. Born to speak to the words of the
day, to list the tragedy and to embelish the Queens heart, to hear the words of wisdom and to release
my pain, to disable the guilt of disappointment at Birth.To use the well of waters of life to advance my method of grief. So we speak, so we die, so we live again,
until again we say goodbye...............
Sherman A. Thadius
Thadius Johns
S h a l v a t o n
B r u g t h o n
D e v o n s
..............whose to wed the host of chapel guards who await thine words of declaration ?