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Continuing yesterday’s Australian movie “Water Diviner” theme, something sailed into port this morning:
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Kristy HuddlestonHi Sloan thank you for accepting my friend request. I found your information on rainbow alchemy this evening and wanted to say thank you I will be trying it out. I really got a lot from the comments you made on the article/video about shamans. Thank you 🙂
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Sloan BashinskyYour’e welcome, Kristy. Have one other online friend in Australia, Ann Massey, Perth, she’s a novelist, that’s how we met, as I recall, re her novel SALVATION JANE, which I reviewed on Amazon.com, as did she review on Amazon by novel, HEAVY WAIT: A STRANGE TALE, which is about the spirit development, in a contemporary fashion, of a man and a woman chosen by the spirit world to have that experience, but the getting there was a bit wooly. baaaaaa!!!
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Kristy HuddlestonWell that was meant to be 🙂 things align at the right time. Hope you have a wonderful day!
I was just wondering do you have a Facebook page for your shaman articles or is it just the website?
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Sloan BashinskyNo, but everything I publish is in the shaman or Melchizedek priest tone, the two are not the same but are kindred; unlike traditional shamans, I seldom journey; the spirit world folks come to me, either directly, sometimes, or through their human proxies, who seldom, almost never, know what’s running them, and I engage what comes in the way I was taught by angels and am advised ongoing by them. Very different from, inverted perhaps best describes it, from traditional shaman training and work. I may use our dialogue here in today’s post at goodmorningkeywest.com. Feel free to converse more, and, if you wish, tell a little about yourself. I am pretty sure I have readers, who don’t say much, who are interested in this subject.
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Kristy HuddlestonThank you Sloan I will be doing some reading on your website. Interesting about you working with angels. I have had a connection with the shaman way and been close with some Native Americans but lately my interest has come back to the angels and wanting to and working in communicating with the angels. What you said resonates with me. I have done many different healing classes and am now finding connecting with the angels and hearing their guidance has been amazing but also very challenging at times. I am happy to be on this journey. Thank you and many blessings 🙂
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Sloan BashinskyThank you, Kristy - yes, the angels can be very challenging, they simply do not think or perceive like humans, and trying to follow their lead and bend to their advice and suffer their spankings when I mess up, often without realizing I’m messing up, is … different, and the spankings have, at times, been awful (understatement). I’m thinking yours and mine today will lead off what I’m working on for goodmorningkeywest.com, it seems to fit well as a lead into what I had at the top until you showed up 🙂. Did you read MUTANT MESSAGE DOWN UNDER, by Marlo Morgan? It seemed to be widely debunked in Australia, but when I was in Kakadoo in November 1995, two members of that aborigine tribe came to me out of dream time in the back of a SUV, in which there were several young Australians and me, and I alone saw the couple, and, being of the view back then that I was to ask spirit beings who showed up, what I had they wanted?, I did that. And the couple laughed, said, this was telepathic, “We are real people, what could you possibly have that we would want?” Mortified, I conceded their point, asked, “Then why did you come to me?”, and they said, “We came to welcome you into our tribe,” and then they went back into dream time. Later, I figured they were interested in seeing if I could be a real person but live in civilization and not in the wild as they did. In MUTANT MESSAGE DOWN UNDER, they told Marlo Morgan, some of them had tried to lived in civilization, and had found they could not be real people doing that, so they went back to living in the wild and became real people again.
In somewhat similar vein:
It was raining pretty good about 12:30 p.m. yesterday, when I was ready to pedal my old but, so far, trusty ladies conch cruiser painted with faded Florida Gators orange and blue up to the jail on stock island to see my lady and vice presidential convicted empty pistol-toting felon running mate Kari Dangler, who is probably the funniest person I ever met, when she isn’t slicing and dicing me for something I did which she said I ought not to have did.
Anyway, I stared up at that big black cloud to the east, which was sprinkling where I stood in front of Sippin’, and since it wasn’t sprinkling all that hard, I unlocked my conch cruiser from the bike rack in front of Tropic Cinema and started easing out of Old Town, toward that big black cloud, which seemed to be parked over Searstown, or thereabouts, on North Roosevelt Blvd. As I kept advancing, the big black cloud, blowing wind hard into my face, kept retreating, but from time to time I had to stop and take shelter when the sprinkling got more persistent. It’s cold in the jail, I didn’t want to freeze, and I only had the clothes on my back, and wet underpants, well, that’s not my idea of how to spend the rest of the day in town, before getting on the shuttle bus and heading back up to Cudjoe Key, where I stay with my friend Todd German, whose graciousness saved me from being a street person living in the wild, again.
I kept getting back on the old gator cycle, and I kept advancing, and the big black cloud kept retreating and sprinkling, and I kept getting off the bicycle under a roof overhang, and I kept advancing, and by the time I reached the top of the island, the wind had died down and the big black cloud was gone from over the jail and was up on Rockland Key, it looked to me. So it all worked out, even as I wondered if maybe angels were playing with that big black cloud?
I have seen them do that twice when I was on an airplane and the airfield into which we were headed to land was socked in, and the pilot came on the intercom and said we were going to have to circle for a while, and the person sitting beside me groaned, and I said, well, maybe something will happen, and, presto, the pilot came back on the intercom and said a hole had appeared in the weather and we were cleared for landing, and I told the person sitting beside me what had just happened was a supernatural demonstration, not for me, but for that person. One time was flying into Denver, Colorado, the other time was flying in to Kathmandu, Nepal, which later turned into a trip to Darwin, Australia, and Kakadoo, to meet the two real people, after which my life-long wish to live in Australia evaporated, I supposed because I had done what I had longed to do in Australia, but didn’t know I had wanted to do it until it happened.
Just joking, I make that kind of stuff up all the time, I have to, to be the greatest con man ever. However, when I started telling Kari about the big black cloud receding as I advanced toward it, then stopped, then I advanced again, she got it before I even got near done telling the whole affair.
At some point during our visit, Kari told me about a cowboy who used to like to say, “There’s a dance party in my pants, and you’re invited,” and she would be obliged if I take that cowboy to heart when she gets out of there, and I said indeed will be obliged to do that.
I then told Kari about my ending yesterday’s frigate birds, freedom, pelicans, water diviners and jail birds, Florida Keys and Key West post at goodmorningkeywest.com with her telling me on the phone the night before that all she has to do is think about me for a little while, and then she has an experience she can’t explain in a letter to me, because the jail censors won’t let the letter leave the jail. You published that?, she asked. Yep, I did, I said, and I used that picture of you sitting on my lap to make sure my readers got the point. Oh, they got the point without that picture, she said, and my eyes were closed, both of them, and your eyes, too. Yeah, I said, that emphasized the point.
Meanwhile, there is this other side of Kari and me in front of Burger King on North Roosevelt Blvd some weeks before her probation was interrupted because she flunked a pee test, she wasn’t supposed to drink and, well, she really did like vodka for a really long time. She still says she didn’t used to be Mary Magdalene, but I knows better :-).
Here below is the spirit world’s perspective
of Kari’s and my relationship when it was first forming
Just as the time ran out last night during our pre-paid inmate debit account telephone call, I slipped in,
I used to be Abraham Lincoln.
“WHAT?!!
Yeah, I did.
WHAT?!!!
Connection disconnected by debit call provider.
Can’t wait to talk to Kari again, get sliced and diced in seventh heaven :-).
Further meanwhile, under the subject of “Justice 🙂 ….. it still exists!”
Amiga Christine Russell, aka Jaguar Woman, replied to the copyright infringement part of yesterday’s frigate birds, freedom, pelicans, water diviners and jail birds, Florida Keys and Key West post:
Sloan -
I was upset when I first read about the demand payment to The Blue Paper, so I did a little Googling 🙂
Take a look into “LCS science payment demand letter ” you will find comments like this one: “this is Getty Images/Pic-Scout and Getty/Pic-Scout does care about the facts they are just about the money. ” There are many, many comments about how they are doing this to countless people. SO I think you correctly summed it all up - this is all about scaring people and taking their money. Read the comments, many think these people are guilty of the infringement themselves and can not prove ownership of the pics they claim are theirs! GREED - it’s everywhere!
From www.womeninbusiness.about.com :
Since at least the mid 2000s, Getty Images has been a bullying innocent copyright infringers; engaging in barely legal extortion tactics when it comes to asserting intellectual rights to images and material sold or licensed through their website.
Despite large public outcry and a lot of bad press, it’s 2011 and the Getty campaign to pursue children, small-time blog owners, and the average Joe has only intensified. If you think you are safe because you paid for a license, think again. Licenses expire and when they do, rest assured Getty knows the date and may visit your website to collect.
Getty uses automated robots that crawl the Internet looking for its images. Getty’s tools are so sophisticated that if you use even a part of their images in a logo, banner, or button, they can recognize an unlicensed image. Their crawlers can locate images that have been altered, inverted, flipped or turned upside down, regardless of what you rename the image file.
And there’s a lot more if you care to read on the topic.
But it seems there IS JUCTICE :-)…. and you will love this one from ibtimes I found:
I replied:
Hi, Christine -
After Naja first emailed me about it, I dropped by her and Arnaud’s home and we talked about that and other things. I told her I thought it might be a scam. In the questions I posed to the “suitor”, I as much as “divined” it is a scam. Maybe they now will write to me and make a similar demand. It gave me another good opportunity to swim MRSA up [Key West Mayor] Craig Cates’ ass. I found myself today thinking again about Craig denying MRSA is in the water down here, and saying to the angels that Craig either had his head where the sun never shined, or he was a bald-face liar - you pick.
Naja’s reply to Getty about her and my use of the photo being “fair use”, under the circumstances, was welcome for me. I google and copy lots of photos from the Internet and use them in posts at goodmorningkeywest.com, which has never been a money maker, and was not set up with that in mind, but well meaning friends persuaded me late last year to install a PayPal button, which turned out, so far, about like I figured it would turn out. When I told Todd last night, any psychiatrist worth his or her salt would tell me I’m not crazy, just lazy, Todd said, lazy I am not. He sees how hard I work, just not like other people work. He’s right, and, so far, this world is not willing to pay for the work I do.
Sloan
Along similar lines, Sancho Panza wrote:

I replied:
Well, Sancho, I suppose he’s a nice devil, as far as some devils go, and certainly I have always liked Jack Nicholson, I wuz especially enamored with his devil ways in “The Witches of Eastwick,” seemed to be playing himself all the way in that one, but, dear me, if I’m to dance with the Devil, I prefer the female model. Let me see if I can rustle up some pretty pictures to vicariously entertain you. Don Q

P.S. Chuang Tzu, where wuz you when the angels shanghaied me into the political pig parlor, er, pen?
Sancho wrote:
Point is, Chuang Tzu liked doing what he did…… you, like an old, tired hound dog chasing what moves your way, also like doing what you do. People are always ready to give you advice as to what you should or should not do to improve your lot, but The Angels(your spirit) know better what you really need… as opposed to what you want! ![]()
I replied:
I’ve been telling people that for decades, it seems to be an alien concept, mentally deranged, sort of like the congregation sized up the messenger in Mark Twain’s “The War Prayer”. The angels, however, are very real and not the same as my spirit, which, I suspect, is in league with them.
Didn’t the Rolling Stones do a smash hit about not always getting what you want, but you always, or sometimes, getting what you need?
Perhaps in that regard, Facebook crusade against errant Key West bicyclists:
Should do this in Key West. It would add millions to the city coffers! Not stopping at Stop signs, driving wrong way on one-way streets, not stopping at red lights . . . and the list goes on. Drunk driving! Don’t forget the obvious!

Agree or disagree?
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