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  • in reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud #1985
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      I DON’T feel dragons focuses. I WILL head THERE later, AFTER THE treatment. THE trees ARE GROWING whatever money YOU WANT. WE call IT create-YOUROWNMONEY. DOES IT synch WITH yourself? IT’S A young sync FOR joe WHO liked STRUGGLING against POVERTY. I BEST BE gone NOW TO skin SOME lemonS during THE blue magic DAY. SHIPS away everyone! HAPPY NEW year!

      :bounce:

      in reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud #1984
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        TIME TO face THE words, LONG forgotten. Georges DIDN’T understand BUT SANSO noticed AND askED ABOUT THE trip. TED wondered ABOUT THE saloon, AND BECKY WONDERED ABOUT DR bronklehampton AND ALL THAT money. CLUES within key POINTS following huge COMMENTS, ALL happening NOW. A NICE round read gave ME AN INSIGHT TO THE times OF THE story THIS morning.

        :yahoo_idk:

        in reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud #1983
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          THE book, OR THE story HAD MANY aspects. sam AND everyone INCLUDING THE family WERE behind AND COULDN’T tell WHICH body WAS perfect AND WHICH WAS blue. SO MANY synch’S caught MY EYE, AND ALL WERE key. WHATEVER age YOU ARE, A random READ IS QUITE AN experience. ALL eyes ARE able TO SEE THE light, WHETHER IT BE lemon, god OR whatever. A huge followING, full OF nice focused structures.

          :yahoo_applause:

          in reply to: Araili’s Historical and Geographical Musings #1853
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            LOL Bridgy! If you can understand this story, please explain it to me! haha!! :yahoo_tongue:

            in reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud #1982
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              YOU’LL BE following yourself BEFORE YOU GET started, WEARING THAT wig, Rose. Come HERE! TINA pulled IT OFF moments LATER, within SIGHT OF EVERYONE. THEY ALL smiled BUT everyone WAS cool. (Maevel WASN’T surpriseD TO BE creating handsOME perfect AND weird CHARACTERS.)

              IT seemed THE PERFECT synch WHEN blue joe THE action MAN, KNOWN TO bed EVERY known HUMAN skin IN TOWN ~ WITH NO particular PREFERENCE ~ WAS FOUND getting A faceLIFT TO help IMPROVE HIS laugh.

              Given THAT sam’S FACE HAD weatherED ALOT TOO, tracy WAS full OF thoughtS OF GAINING fair points FOR A BIT OF magic. HER quiet friends, AS WELL AS HERself, HAD bookED THE APPOINTMENT. Nothing, NOT EVEN THE WEIRD aspects OF THE days, easily FORGOTTEN, COULD SHAKE THE focuses understandING.

              Images IN THE sky APPEARED, AND THEY wondered ABOUT THE STRANGE sound…….

              in reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud #1981
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                ANOTHER synch! IT WAS clear THAT THE sisters, AND THE sheriff apparently, PRAYED TO god yurick. GOD focuses ARE real, SO keep AN eye ON THE three WISE MEN.

                SyncS, WHAT A laugh. THE WIDE ones quiet boy, A STRAPPING male, READ random SNIPPETS behind THE DOOR. THE COOK WAS making eggs BENEDICT, caught IN FLAGRANTE DELICTO, despite THE LOCKED room.

                THE voice SAID “Try TREATING ‘EM mean”. Let ted COME easily TO THE change! GOOD morning baby, I JUST happened TO FIND THE truth WRITTEN ON MY hand.

                WE’RE dancing THIS beautiful song, SO perfect AN experience!

                WE sighed, laughing.

                in reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud #1980
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                  THE WIDE ones caught maevel AS SHE WAS beginning A game. HER sisters, A boy, HER self AND HER mummy WERE GOING ON A trip. THE bag LADY heard, BUT DIDN’T understand. Night ON THE island CAME, AND sam, quintin, AND quickly yann AND THE BAG lady, moments within OPEINING THE door, A human real focus sort, WHO loved tomkin, WALKED IN.

                  NO higher EVENT HAD happened; perhaps IT looked LIKE action, beautiful TO himself, able TO SEE sanso’S mother, rather blond WITH dark ROOTS. AH, words ARE wanted, FOR AN ass SO true TO BEcome aware SO easily. I needed TO read love INTO whatever YOU MAY BE thinking, AS I GO wandering IN THE lemonS, THINKING OUTSIDE THE box.

                  Warm SUN, LET’S sleep; let’S meEt AND watch important water IMAGERY. Nothing IS lost, IT’S calling US.

                  Cool session! :yahoo_eyelashes:

                  IT’S A fine LINE BETWEEN already focused dragons THIS year. IT’S ALL happening NOW; I wonder IF finding tracy created UNtold CLUES.:cluebox: :yahoo_doh:

                  WE knew THE great blue GUY WAS getting mean, changing OUR cave SO often AND SO weird .

                  NOTHING IS EVER forgotten :yahoo_skull:

                  in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #566

                  Huh? Sanso looked at Arona in some surprise.

                  Floyd, FLOYD! You said your name was Floyd!

                  No I didn’t, retorted Sanso, I never said any such thing.

                  Arona looked crestfallen, so Sanso added kindly, It’s a very nice name Arona, but you must have been dreaming. My name isn’t Floyd in THIS focus.

                  Oh, bugger off FLOYD, snapped Arona peevishly.

                  in reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud #1977
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                    Thought became hands:
                    Beginning sleep synch;
                    Surprise Truth ~
                    Speaking Times

                    in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #565
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                      It had been a long trip home, and Dory was glad the journey was over. She sat on the patio in the warm winter sunshine, surrounded by affectionate wet doggy noses who prodded her arm, making her slop her fresh squeezed orange juice. The birds twittered and screeched in the lemon and olive trees. She closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure. Home!

                      The screeching turned into a long drawn out yowl, and it was a moment or two before Dory realized that monkey Charlie had rounded up a gang of his canine buddies for another cat mauling expedition down at the bottom of the garden. Dory leapt to her feet and ran down the cobbled path, shrieking at the dogs to stop. She rescued the limp and traumatized, but thankfully unhurt cat, and wondered again what she was reflecting to herself every time her dogs ganged up on one of her cats.

                      Shaking slightly, she sat down again in the patio chair, cradling the wide eyed cat, her fur standing in sticky peaks of dog saliva. Dory had stroked the fur smooth, and relaxed. Home! It was great to be home.

                      in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #561

                      “…..there will be three people who will travel to Egypt in the near future to unlock a doorway to a secret chamber. This chamber will house the information of our past (planetary and universal) and will also have written within the names of the three individuals who opened the door. I wonder who they will be and do we already know of them?….”

                      Well, now there’s an idea, thought Becky, glad that she’d decided to investigate the link that Alfina had posted to the Reality Play’s message board.

                      Well, that would explain it! she said, when she came to the part about dragons

                      Blimey! Becky said, “The Carians are known for their sharp analytical abilities and organizational skills.” Sounds familiar!

                      in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #558
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                        :yahoo_rofl: Becky had forgotten about that, all those years ago on Deadweb.

                        in reply to: The Room of Requirements #1494
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                          Lordy, I’d love to learn how to do that one day……

                          in reply to: Synchronicity #1593
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                            lol, is that what Eric meant about wrapping his scarf round his neck 3 times? :yahoo_thinking:

                            in reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud #1975
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                              Elikozoe stories singing magical times.
                              THIS ONE’S PERFECT!
                              :yahoo_party:

                              in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #554

                              Ted knew all hell would break loose when those dern frogs got loose.

                              in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #553

                              Huh? Well, I might ask you the same question, Aronikins. I’ve been waiting here for absolutely AGES. Sanso wondered if Arona was quite well after her long absence. Are you OK, dear? he asked kindly. Poor thing seemed to think it was he, Sanso, who had been off wandering around.

                              in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #552
                              TracyTracy
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                                Who the bloody hell is JOE, sighed Becky.

                                in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #549

                                I wonder if it’s a private party, Sanso? Arona looked wistfully into the discave with its magical sparkling light and jolly music.

                                I don’t know, whispered Sanso. :yahoo_donttellanyone: Let’s just lurk for awhile and see if anyone else turns up.

                                Arona and Sanso huddled together in the shadows and watched. :yahoo_whistling:

                                in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #548
                                TracyTracy
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                                  Just one more random read then, Becky told herself, yawning widely.

                                  “— Well, it’s a divination device, or a sort of compass in a way. I see it as a globe made of glass, with coloured sands in it, and when you focus on it, the sands take all sorts of three dimensional shapes, and become alive…
                                  — Wow! Tina couldn’t help but say.”

                                  And Becky couldn’t help but say WOW too, Becky said out loud; she was starting to feel better.

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