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You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W1oW8SOU26Y&feature=player_embedded[/youtube]You are not allowed to view links. Register or LoginShort and sweet and straight to the point. I really liked the video.
I was emotional watching this ceremony too. I still think he disguises himself as the hatman... someone at the FanFest said he didn't look someone in disguise. Wonder who he is....looks like he's wearing a jacket with shoulder pads. :?:
Wow, is that perfect timing or what ?? I was just thinking about how contracts are signed. We were just reading about the ark of the covenant and how it was signed with blood and how they used blood long ago. Now we use ink or Footprints,fingerprints, etc. Is that just another coincidence Maybe ? Maybe not ? How is it that things seem to fit together all the time ? Things just snap together "click clack".
MARK OF THE ANCIENTSHe had lived in the desert all his life, but for me it was all new. "See that footprint in the sand?" he asked, pointing to a spot by the cliff. I looked as close as I could. "No, I don't see anything.""That's just the point." He laughed. "Where you can't see a print, that's where the Ancient Ones walked."We went on a little farther, and he pointed to an opening, high up on the sandstone wall. "See that house up there?" he asked. I squinted hard. "There's nothing to see.""You're a good student." He smiled. "Where there's no roof or chimney, that's where the Ancient Ones are most likely to have lived."We rounded a bend, and before us was spread a fabulous sight — thousands upon thousands of desert flowers in bloom. "Can you see any missing?" he asked me. I shook my head. "It's just wave after wave of loveliness.""Yes," he said in a low voice. "Where nothing is missing, that's where the Ancient Ones harvested the most."I thought about all this, about how generations had once lived in harmony with the earth, leaving no marks to scar the places they inhabited. At camp that night I said, "You left out one thing.""What's that?" he asked."Where are the Ancient Ones buried?"Without reply, he poked his stick into the fire. A bright flame shot up, licked the air, and disappeared. My teacher gave me a glance to ask if I understood this lesson. I sat very still, and my silence told him I did.Michael jackson - 1992 - DANCING THE DREAM
