Who's heard Little Richard sing "Shake a Hand"?

My favorite among many favs by John!
It's the doooh dooooh doooh that gets me every time.!

I'd come home from overtime in the shipyards, sit and even before I took off my 500 pound laced boots I'd put this on and smoke a jay.

Our domicile at the time was high above lake Washington, and so was I ! ":"O)



Love it. Thank you for the post!
 
I want to say more.":O)
This is a perfect reflection upon turning inward,
At first we feel completely alone, underground encapsulated
isolated in darkness.

Then the first fears arrive and we do not feel equal to the task
those fears place upon us. So we run, so they chase as we are the life of those fears and with out us they parish.

For a time we feel we might out distance them, then we feel if we don't out run them they will overwhelm us.

Exhausted, we finally come to ground and excepting our fate turn to meet them.
They are fears without number and they reach to take our entire lives from us and leave us always in darkness.

But there was something in a;ll that running we never expected.
Fear has grown something within us.
And we find for the first time our true courage.
"Wondering where the lions are!"
We are in shape and ready for the fight that will end us!!

We turn steely eyed upon that fear that would be us for us and They see that "I am not the man that you gave chase to and you are my natural prey!!"

I more terrible than any fear that would assault me
sit in peace upon this throne where nothing within myself dares challenge me. I am that which fear dreads for I can now hear the angels sing.
We were never meant to live in fear, but to master it
We must rule, we have no choice but this.
Rule or be ruled over.
Becoming a self, there can be no greater journey.

Well that's what I heard anyway! ":O)


Daniel writes so well that at times I feel like a dummy who will never catch up. There, I said it.
 
Until quite recently, before the wonders of the electric age. The hand pump was the only way we could bring up the water from the deeps.
(Larger wells did use Windmills My grand father had one. But they needed to be primed as well.)

The hand pump needed to be primed.
Priming was the process of filling the pipe down to the water line so as to create suction.

The priming water was always left in a can or jar beside the pump handel. They, in the poetry of their souls called this"
"A little water from another time."

This took on the meaning of needing the wisdom of our fathers to prime us to learn to draw upon our own waters and calls us to remember to
leave a bit of water for the next in line.

 
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This comes to us out of the civil rights movement.
When demonstrators were hunted down like dogs and the last place in the world they would be safe from harm was jail.

Listen closely and you will hear the birth of freedom.
"if one of us is chained, then none of us are free."

 
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