Walk the cul-de-sac along the lip of the summit and graze.
channeled message received from Oliver on 7/8/18 at 5:40 a.m. PT US.


Screenshot of Me -n- Sam video chatting w/ FB

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On June 6th, 2018, my 29 year old son, Sam, was once again invited to coffee with Joe Black on Long Island, NY, and, once again he respectfully declined.

And they are!

I’ve walked the paths, trails and gravel roads of Old Tucson, AZ, along the wall of a canyon with a bit of a mountainesque attitude of perception. He and his friends out here along the Catalina Mountains and part of the Coronado National Forest introduced me to the magick in the quiet last week. The oh so much music of the mountains. “Words? What do we need them for? They only muck up the mix. What function of genuine value do they play anyhow? Really? Labels? An archaic method of communication?” The basic message of last week’s blog article Words, right?


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