"For all That I Feel I Think is Illusion"
Fondas wheel...... It is a single wheel with an inner race.. you hold on over head with your arms and it is for those with no legs... that can hang like a pendulum ........ victims of accidents and war.......
do, do, do........ so compelled.
A manual with a right way and a wrong way to accomplish everything...... something you can turn to and model your life after.
Deeper yet we reach towards the bottom of the Burlap Bag........
Being escorted into a large medical facility in Jolly old England by my English friend....
There were large flat screen monitors....... and with a dollop of your blood you could be interfaced with your past that is contained in your genetic makeup..... a picture of your present existence towards your distant past that comes forth on the Screen........ in high detail and in living color.........
Your past lives flashed in mere seconds before your eyes.........
Forrest witnessed......... large reptiles consuming and war machines....... lots of tanks and airplanes and fire power.....
Screaming Children....... death...... death........ death...... on almost all fronts of his past lives........ then came Europe in World War two........ Family's torn apart.... anguish, agony......
A brother and a sister stood alone along fire'y rail road tracks..... the boy threw his sister to safety and dives in after her....
maybe you don't want to see the past....... it was most freight full......... brought to you in living color...
The sun rises today it is a beautiful morning.......the sailboat is poised to the horizon........... Reaching towards
The Bottom of the Burlap Bag........
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