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Dear Homeland

Posted by Dalale (Guest) - Wednesday, July 27 2005, 6:30:01 (CEST) from 67.70.1.226 - Toronto-HSE-ppp3855853.sympatico.ca Canada - Windows XP - Internet Explorer Website: Website title:

I had called this rambling “to my mother Assyria”, but now I am changing it, and mark my words Detroiters...this piece is not called to “to my father Chaldea.” =) Hhhhhh Message in a bottle………………………. Dear long lost home, When I sit alone, I think and question everything, starting with this confusing universe, the earth, this strange world. The last thing on my mind is grammar. My long lost home, my love, you are my most asked question. You always seem to be there in my mind. You are truly a troublemaker! You spring up more every once in a while…more then every once in a while. How do you do that? It's pretty powerful. The connection I feel with you is mystical. It’s as if one of my feet is touching the soil of the new Atlantis, and the other touching that distant realm Nibiru, I mean Nineveh, or maybe Nippur..bond between heaven and earth. Every once in a while, ok fine, I will admit, everyday. Every once in a while, and then more then every once in a while, like every hour, during the news, when watching movies, when talking to friends, and especially when reading the Bible. I remember you in my words, in my prayers, and in my songs. You are my soul, and I am one soul of yours. Though portrayed as a beast, you are still my dove, for I have searched and found. Extremism? Not guilty! My other job requires thought too. The type of thoughts were one wishes to heal every wound that ever existed, feeding every soul that ever hungered, and wiping all the tears from every child’s eyes. Don't think I mind thinking of you, I can’t really stop….all this time I spend in thoughts of you... you’re not boring at all. You have kept me amused for a long time, and I still haven't figured you out. I could promise you eternity, and it would not be enough to learn about you. I'll promise what I can, but in secret. I'll keep you a secret, to keep you safe. And I’m not good at keeping secrets, but I'll cross my fingers. You must be special. In secret I have passed you on to chosen souls. I could never leave you in the past, because you do not only exist in the past, you never died, your name is not etched on a tombstone, you have no grave. You are alive, living and breathing. Believe me will you, you are. I see little parts of you all over. At conventions.. perhaps, in a few paintings..indeed, in the eyes of a few, and in the hearts of fewer. Not quite enough, I know. I wonder if you'll ever come back, just on your own, without anyone’s hard work. Or some of that pretend hard work, you know what I mean? Whatever! Naturally, the wheels will turn? Maybe, is it all a cycle, like recycle? Your children will surely rejoice on that day. Who knows. God knows, they need you, but I don't think you need them as much. I don't blame you. Maybe you'll rejoice alone, since a few generations from now no one may understand your language, or your particular dialect. If you ever create new people for yourself, make sure to lecture them on the dialect's issue. Actually, manipulate their DNA to not care about dialects. That is the only way, believe me. Make up a few parables on this matter too, it's really important, from my point of view. In our time, if it were left to us, dialects would cause world wars. As for me, I understand you instantly, and if I don't I’ll ask a million questions. Hmm, when will natures cycle return to your birthday? My birthday comes every year and yours comes every _ years? Other then Kha Bneesan, April fools is what it is called my friend! You have to be here for a real birthday. No birthday child no birthday, make sense? You cannot always be so far and out of reach, a memory, a treasure of the past. What are your plans? What is this, do you play hard to get? Quite a long vacation! You’re going to get a sunburn, and your business is going out of business. You need to get back and take care of yourself…you are bankrupt! If I didn't care I wouldn't be telling you this, I’m looking out for your own good! Yes it is traumatic to loose so much so fast, or even to loose so much so slow, but we all know it's not lost forever, and it's not all lost, it's just not all documented. What happened anyway? I want details. Did you know they try to pass a lot of what you are as mythology? I know, I know, you don't care what they think. We unfortunately have to listen to their stories, and we can't help but defend you. Our language is called Semetic because of Shem, do u know him? How is Ham by the way? Tell Japheth I said hello! Kings and Queens danced on your soil. I've never met a queen. Lapis Lazuli? Nice jewelry, honest! Can I have a pair of earrings made the old fashioned way? Just kidding, I’m not into those types of jewels. Were they truly Kings and Queens though? Did they suit the role? Or were those just tittles for "leaders", dolls, crowns passed on by birthright, from one generation to another? Did they take poses, and make statements larger then life itself? Where was the crown? Proudly sitting on their heads, in their royal minds, in their royal hearts, or somewhere else? I'm sure it wasn't (d). These day's I’m not so sure. All the shining stars have a place in the heavens. All the flowers also have a place on the Earth's soil. Every kind has its season. When is your season? I really do want you to be part of my tomorrow. I want to walk with you, and more importantly, I want you to walk with me. Pluck a white flower for me, from your soil, our soil, without any guilt, and I’ll put it in a vase called forever. I’m not kidding! Our own flowers, in our own home, were Utu's seeds of long ago grow, were wild flowers are treasured, and freedom is true. I think he planted that one just for me, in my name, and this one in your name. He must have known this would happen one day that we would be lost and searching for ourselves. What else could I tell you that I haven't told? You are my only happiness, yet you also are the root of my sorrow. Your part of all I am, and I can see you through myself. When I am not near you I’m a tragic sight, a bird taken out of its nest. Helpless, to love a memory so old, thousands of years and billions of hours too. Memories fade, and I’ve never even seen you, it's not like a video, you can’t play it over and over. If you were on DVD, I wouldn't be so mad. I reach for you but your not there. Could I fly to you? No, even that is not an option; I can’t even reach you in a airplane, not even a boat, not a train, not a car, not even a rocket. Your boarders are non-existing; you don't even have a mailing address. Who do they think they are, those who draw up countries, and hand them out like cookies, chocolate chip! Only we insist that you have survived all the storms. And many think we are crazy. And we are crazy. We are crazy about you! Can't a few of the wise bring you back? Maybe you are here, but invisible and we just can’t see you. If I gave my life to being a gardener in your fields, would the fields bloom in your name? Do names really matter? What if I’m the gardener, then the fields are my children. So I can name them, and if they try to stop me I’ll still name them. Thank God people can't read minds. Except I me of course because I’m a little psychic hh watch out fellas. I can name the fields anything I want! If I gave up the breath that keeps me, would you still just be a dream? I want to be a dream, and you the dreamer. You be real and exist, and I’ll float around existing in emptiness. You should be here rather then I…. it would be fair. It would make more sense, my life for yours. I know it's not a lot, not nearly enough, but I can only offer mine, it's all I own. Think about it. If one fine day you decide to take me up on this offer, I ask but one thing>>>> dream of me a little while, every once in a while, so I am not completely gone, and I will have lived through you. Love, Abbey --------------------- - BACK TO INDEX - REPLY - QUOTE - EDIT - DELETE -

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