27 May 2017 No more pictures, cell phones and todays message from Streams in the Desert (letting go and letting God – true faith)

Good morning to you – it’s 5:59 am as I write.  I have come to an impasse with this blog – my picture allowance is maxed so just words and existing images.  I will say that I was going to share a picture from Gateway to the heavens – pages 104 and 105 and the meditation I did last night 1007pm that involved a drawing I had done earlier with the fragment of purple chalk….a Goddess and the Prussian iron cross.  What happened is I was burning a red cinnamon candle in the darkness and it kept going out so I thought to pour the wax out and was lead to pour it on the drawing in the lower abdomen part – this happened twice which matches the number of times I was operated on for fibroid cyst removal by two separate doctors, two years in a row.  I was pretty upset after I realized this is what I was seeing was about and tried to turn off my phone.  Well as I did a voice activation feature for the phone came on and for some reason it wanted to call my broker of several years, Seth Peritzman!  I thought that was very strange.  When that happened a very small flying insect flew itself into the hot wax of the candle I was burning and died.  Why couldn’t I just turn off my phone?  Then I started looking at the features of the phone and realized all kinds of tracking elements had been activated on it and that was interesting.  I realized if something were to happen to me, if someone were trying to find me, a tracking feature would be useful.   Cell phones can be very useful but as with any tool, only if used for good reasons.

The message from Streams in the Desert resonates with me on many levels and it puts to words beautifully a message I have tried to share in so many ways, through the years.  People like me don’t always get listened to.  People like me – middle-aged house wife with “labels” and no children who live in the lower middle-class income bracket.  I have been speaking, writing, drawing and attempting through my crafts to share so many things that if only had been acknowledged long ago could have helped so much.  I do not expect today will be any different than any other day in this regard but I have faith in the God who has walked with me thus far, through all things, that may today will be different.  I also have Hope – not the child….the daughter….the vision and spirit of the future I want for all creation.   Much love to you today wherever and whenever this message finds you.

9 years and going strong! Happy snap to note the special occasion 🙂

Streams in the Desert message for the today that is also tomorrow:

May 28

“I will not let thee go, except thou bless me…and he blessed him there.” (Gen. 32:26, 29.)

Jacob got the victory and the blessing not by wrestling, but by clinging. His limb out of joint and he could struggle no longer, but he would not let go. Unable to wrestle, he wound his arms around the neck of his mysterious antagonist and hung all his helpless weight upon him, until at last he conquered.

We will not get victory in prayer until we too cease our struggling, giving up our own will and throw our arms about our Father’s neck in clinging faith.

What can puny human strength take by force out of the hand of Omnipotence? Can we wrest blessings by force from God? It is never the violence of willfulness that prevails with god. It si the might of clinging faith, that gets the blessing and the victories. It is not when we press and urge our own will, but when humility and trust unite in saying, “Not my will, but Thine.” We are strong with God only in the degrees that self is conquered and is dead. Not by wrestling, but by clinging can we can the blessing. – J.R. Miller

An incident from the prayer life of Charles H. Usher (illustrating “soul-cling” as a hindrance to prevailing prayer): “My little boy was very ill. The doctors held out little hope of his recovery. I had used all the knowledge of prayer which I possessed on his behalf, but he got worse and worse. This went on for several weeks.

“One day I stood watching him as he lay in nhis cot, and I saw that he could not live long unless he had a turn for the better. I said to God, “O God, I have given much time in prayher for my boy and he gets no better; I must now leave him to Thee, and I will give myself to prayer for others. If it is Thy will to take him I choose Thy will–I surrender him entirely to Thee.’

“I called my dear wife, and told her what I had done. She shed some tears, but handed him over to God. Two days afterwards a man of God came to see us. He had been very interested in our boy Frank, and had been much in prayer for him.

“He said, “God has given me faith to believe that he will recover–have you faith?”

“I said, ‘I have surrendered him to God, but I will go again to God regarding him.’ I did; and in prayer I discovered that I had faith for his recovery. From that time he began to get better. It was the ‘soul-cling’ in my pyrers which had hindered God answering; and if I had continued to cling and had been unwilling to surrender him, I doubt if my boy wold be with me today.

“Child of God! If you want God to answer your prayers, you must be prepared to follow the footsteps of ‘our father Abraham,’ even to the Mount of Sacrifice.” (See Rom. 4:12.)

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This Kyle and I did on 27 April 2011 with our cocker spaniel Samuel and God’s answer was to let him go to God. God didn’t abandon us in our grief…..we surely thought so! But we waited and through love, patience and friendship we were blessed with Link who came to us along with two brothers on 9 Dec 2015. When Sam died, it was like Kyle and I had lost a child. I went looking everywhere to get him back – screaming in the field down the street that was my sanctuary, my church that has been turned over and made into houses for profit. In 100 degree temperatures I walked that blooming field and stood by it’s waters begging for Sam to come back….screaming at the air….the God of my understanding in all things and all it seemed I got was more searching. Then came the day I found the first part of a Christmas ornament in that field and the other at the entrance to the neighborhood. I thought it was to tell me my friend Erin was going to have a son as she is part Choctaw because the ornament was from a Choctaw Casino.  But  no…..she and I were to be blessed with Link and his two brothers. Two women not able to have human children but having maternal instincts to care for all God’s children whatever their form.

God answers your prayers, God is always listening, God never fails – it’s just that you must let go of YOUR plans, YOUR timing, YOUR expectations of how those prayers will be answered. As I have learned to pray and have shared many, many times all through this blog:

“Whatever is for the greatest, most loving good for this (person, place or situation) – not as I would have it but as you would have it. I do not know what is best for my sight is limited to this moment and what has already been and you see all directions of time and space….all possible outcomes and you know what is best….you see the big picture.”

Then LET GO! Stop holding on, “clinging” to your prayers because when you do that is not faith….that is using God like a wishing well. God doesn’t require your monetary homage to answer your prayers, God needs your faith, hope, praise and trust. Let go, Let God – learn acceptance as a path to peace.

 

26 May 2017 Outdoor meditation – My Mother’s Suicide – Guns with Divine Numbers

Hello, it’s 9:47 am, think this will be the last post for today but in light of me seeing something about President Trump going to be talking to the National Rifle Association, this can’t wait.  I don’t expect that he even knows of my existence but there is power in words and pictures – so I will go on.

On 24 Dec 1968 my Mother Jeanne Faith Becker, age 26, a mental patient, took her own life using my Dad’s .38  – shot herself in the heart.  They say she had trouble with post partum depression but from what I can tell from her journals and other things, it was more than just because I came into the world that she suffered in her heart.  If anything,  my coming here gave her a fleeting glimpse of Hope.  That’s what I would like to think anyways.  Ever since I found out the manner and cause of her death and have been myself through the “mental health system”,  if that is what you want to call it, I have had resentments against gun and weapon manufacturers and “the system” as a whole.  What all of us are involved in is a system….a mechanism…..a machine.  Each of us cogs of the “wheel” which has also caused great resentment in me during the course of my life.  Being considered a ways to a means….and end…. instead of a beginning.

So this meditation revolves (like the pun?) around the premature death of my Mother and what it did to my Dad’s heart, soul and life afterwards….to me….to everyone.  For those who keep up with me, you know how I feel about violent deaths….it’s like shattering a round glass globe into a million pieces.  All those shards getting into everything – the food, the water, the soil, the air…into people.

Some will say that guns are just tools and it is people that kill people not the guns.  People would say if she didn’t use the gun she would have found something else – yes but may be she could have been saved!  TIME!!!!  Guns take away TIME!!!  We are feeding “hell’s well.”  What I say is what I’ve said about thoughts, about intention, about purpose and design of the “thing.”  Guns indeed are tools and they are good for one thing – killing people, killing animals, destroying property, threatening and intimidating people by filling the carrier with false pride and superiority.  They were designed with the intent to kill whereas a knife or another tool has multiple – USEFUL – purposes besides being used just for destruction.

 

 

26 May 2017 Last Flight of the One-Winged Brown Moth and Cycles and Connections of Life (Drawings)

Good morning.  It’s 8:21 am as I write to you about the last flight of a large brown moth I met this morning that came to me with a broken wing and was prepared to go through the garden gate….to die….to rest.  They, I say they because I can’t tell the difference between male and female moths.  They came to me after I had been listening to some music, one of the songs, Midnight by Coldplay and the other by Enigma, The Silence Must Be Heard.  It was during the Enigma song that the Moth appeared.  I shut off the music and let them come to me.  They seemed to want to climb up my pants leg because they could no longer fly.  So I got a dry leaf and assisted the poor thing up.  Once in my lap, I sang On Eagles Wings and The Wind Beneath My Wings to it and it calmed down enough for me to transport it to the small side garden that is safe from most predators that would disturb it’s rest.  I laid it in the leaves and let the poor thing be.  It’s exhausting existing and flying with one wing!  When I checked later, I couldn’t find them….were they truly dead or just resting?  How little we know and understand about so many life forms we share this planet….this Universe with.   Perhaps if we just calm down and put our ego’s away we can do better.

It’s truly o.k to not know everything, to not be the smartest, the fittest, the brightest, the prettiest the “est” of anything.  Just Be You!  We all have a part, a place, a reason and purpose it just takes varying lengths of time to find a good fit!

Without You (Glee Cast Version)

I can’t win, I can’t reign I will never win this game
Without you, without you I am lost, I am vain,
I will never be the same without you, without you

I won’t run, I won’t fly
I will never make it by
Without you, without you
I can’t rest, I can’t fight
All I need is you and I,
Without you, without you

Oh oh oh! You! You! You!
Without, you! You! You! Without you

I can’t erase, so I’ll take blame
But I can’t accept that we’re estranged
Without you, without you
I can’t quit now, this can’t be right
I can’t take one more sleepless night
Without you, without you

I won’t soar, I won’t climb
If you’re not here, I’m paralyzed
Without you, without you
I can’t look, I’m so blind
I lost my heart, I lost my mind
Without you, without you

Oh oh oh! You! You! You!
Without, you! You! You! Without you

I am lost, I am vain,
I will never be the same
Without you, without you, without you

Songwriters: DAVID GUETTA, FREDERIC JEAN RIESTERER, RICHARD PRESTON JR BUTLER, TAIO CRUZ, USHER RAYMOND, GIORGIO TUINFORT
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, SHAPIRO BERNSTEIN & CO. INC.

 

 

25 May 2017 A New Design

Hello to you – it’s 1:41 pm as I write.  The pictures that I have to share with you will hopefully make sense in the sequence of the previous posts.  What has come to me is the only way through this design is through energy of creation…..creativity….originality….free-form thinking and subsequent design and manifestation.  What I made this afternoon I did with materials I already had – the only thing new was how I perceived what was before me, input from Kyle for how to start it and then just going with the flow.  We can’t change the past.  We can only live in the moment we are in and imagine the future while we are in the present.

24 May 2017 Meeting famous musicians and the half-breed (Dreams)

Good morning to you.  How are you today, now?  It’s 6:41 am as I begin to write to you and I hope this finds you well in your place in time. Last night I did a lot of dreaming and actually got some deep sleep for a change.  Link’s bites are healing – amazing stuff organic apple vinegar!  Nothing really worked but that to help stop him from itching so much.

I had more than the two dreams I am going to share but these are the important ones I think.

I dreamt about talking to my brother-in-law Drew about meeting famous musicians and how nice it would be.  I always wanted to meet David Bowie but it just wasn’t meant to be.  There was something about his fiancé Ale’s hoodie being cut into three parts and sewn back together.  The next one was about stopping a stray dog from running into the street.  Kyle was greeting dogs in a yard and I saw men/boys coming that didn’t like it (they were carrying what looked like gun cases) and one of the dogs in the yard tried to run but I stopped him before getting in the street – the dog looked like a mix of a King Cavalier spaniel and a Chihuahua.

The second dream was unlocked by a couple of things.  All the thoughts I’ve been about what has been going on in Europe, specifically Great Britain, thinking about Diana last night, having Queen Elizabeth on my mind and having seen some historical footage of her recently on PBS and the news I had heard about the Queen getting on Harry and William about airing their laundry too much in public.  The dog in the dream makes me think of Prince Harry.  I couldn’t access this article but it is the one that came to mind.

What the dog in my dream looked like – King Cavalier and Chihuahua Mix

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    Queen Elizabeth Thinks Prince William & Prince Harry Need to Put a Lid on It
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    According to a new report, Queen Elizabeth has had it up to her scepter with Prince William and Prince Harry baring their souls … feels “lonely” sometimes. While the public, understandably, can’t …

23 May 2017 My spirit walk at home and Combichrist – Get Your Body Beat

These pictures are the result of my spirit walk at home today.  The rain stopped and the wind blew enough to dry off my canvas to do it.  For me, what a spirit walk is about is allowing myself to flow and process, without question or examination, what comes to me.  This is my daily practice.  What comes may be confusing and off-putting so some or crystal clear to others.  I’m just passing things along as they come, as I feel I am supposed to do with this.  Nothing belongs to me and if I can help even one other person, albeit it just be me, than so be it.  As you will read in the lyrics below, I have given up on giving a fuck what anyone else feels, thinks or believes about me.  All that matters is what I am doing, thinking and feeling.  I do censor myself with what I share here and anywhere else for concern of others to a certain extent, but not to the point it obstructs the overall message.  What is here is in no way to imply that I am anything other than just me, Jackie.  Just one of 7 billion plus “channels” for which information of this nature can be sent and received.  Mindfulness, awareness and paying attention – this is what you must practice each day and I am trying to do that.  What I have come to realize for myself is the image I am developing of the God is a being of energy made up of each one of us as part of the one.  It’s partially why things are not going so well right now — imagine there being 20 of different versions of you in one room trying to solve a problem?!  One of you is Christian.  One of you is a Jew.  One of you is an Muslim.  One of you is Black, White, Brown, Yellow or even Gray skinned.  One of you is an artist.  One of you is an car mechanic and so on but all still the one You.  This is why “group-think” like governments, religions and other organizations like major corporations frequently experience discord, in-fighting and literal division of the “cells” and factions.  We are biologically incapable of perceiving the world all of the same way!  There must be learning to agree to disagree….compromise….being willing to walk in another’s shoes.

My prayers go out to every living being on this planet today like they always do – especially the folks in Manchester.  As always my prayer is for whatever is for the greatest good of all which I hope doesn’t include the caning, maiming, abuse, neglect and murder of anymore people that can’t help being who they were born to be.   People can’t just “stop being gay, straight, or otherwise.”   They can make choices about their religious, political and entertainment which is part of the direction perspective can go with being “gay, straight or other – LGBTQ.”  Fear is at the core of most wars whatever the battlefield.  I’m sick, tired and frankly bored with wars, the perpetual “loops” aren’t you?!

This song was playing on my Ipod shuffle when the battery suddenly failed.  I went to my phone that also has my playlist on it and the song was next along with  “Live from NY radio…..”  That will make sense to some of those who know me.  Just passing things along as they come.

Combichrist “Get Your Body Beat” Music Video

 

http://lyrics.wikia.com/wiki/Combichrist:Get_Your_Body_Beat

Combichrist:Get Your Body Beat Lyrics

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Get Your Body Beat

This song is by Combichrist and appears on the album What The Fuck Is Wrong With You People? (2007) and on the Soundtrack album No Redemption (2013).

Trick your brain to set the score
Can you take the pain at all?
I try to understand you girl
But you gotta earn it
Fuck it up and let it go

Get your body beat
Let your blood flow
Get your body beat
Let your blood flow
Get your body beat
Let your blood flow
Get your body beat
Let your blood flow

Doesn’t matter what you say
Never understood at all
Don’t give a fuck what people say
Glad your piece is just for show
Grab its neck and don’t let go

Get your body beat
Let your blood flow
Get your body beat
Let your blood flow
Get your body beat
Let your blood flow
Get your body beat
Let your blood flow

Get your body be-at

Uploaded on Jun 10, 2006

Get Your Body Beat, Combichrist’s new single released in the summer of 6/6/06 following the music video containing clips from the movie “The Gene Generation”

 

22 May 2017 My spirit walk in town today – the three Mary’s

Hello to you.  It’s 3:39 pm and Kyle and I are back from lunch at our favorite local place, Taqueria Torres and my 3 hour walk in town!  I had to get out for some peace as they are hard at work on the house AND fixing the street in our neighborhood and it is noisy lol!  I’m grateful but it’s hard for me to have spirit time when there is a lot going on.  So I packed my camera bag with shoelaces for a strap (the strap that belongs to the bag is Spot’s make-shift harness for dog walks) and set out.  Kyle stayed home with the dogs and the folks working on the house.

It is amazing what happens when you allow yourself to go on a walk with the God of your understanding or as my friend Patty Ladale says, “internal navigation system.”  If the voice inside says go right, you go right and just walk and then you find something that leads to something else.  That’s what happened today and I am sharing my walk with you in pictures.  Where my walk lead was to two Mary’s and our local cemeteries Veterans Memorial and then lunch at our favorite Mexican food place that has a 3rd Mary on display inside, I’ve shared her with you before (last pic in gallery).

I hope my sharing this with you can help you somehow reader.  Thank you for allowing me space in your time to share this.  Love to you!

 

21 May 2017 Dreams, Drawings , Dr. Strange revisited and Streams in the Desert message for today

Hello to you – it’s Sunday morning and we just had a nice bit of rain, lightning and thunder pass through….yay!  Clean canvas!

Link woke me up again this morning with his scratching and I yelled out loud, “God damn it!!!” really loud and went to the spare bedroom to try to go back to sleep.  When I got up this morning, I got to clean up Link’s “panic poop” he did trying to find me after I left the bedroom. I deserved that! It’s not Link’s fault he’s got bug bites that wake him up in the night!  Not God’s fault either!

ANYWAYS! I ended up dreaming about my mother-in-law Beth and her son Cole coming home to yet another house I didn’t recognize (this happens a lot when I dream about Beth and Cole) while Kyle and I were there. Kyle and I were upstairs and I could see her and Cole walk in the door, it was light out. She had bought candles.  One I remember had a Halloween theme to it and I said, “How did you know I needed to buy another candle?” (in real life I do lol!). There had been a child there with us before the came in, he had dark hair, that slipped out before they came home like a ghost.  I can’t remember his face and something about dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

Did some drawings yesterday and one of them seems to coincide with the Doomsday vault getting flooded in Svalbard Norway. I drew the picture and then when I got on my computer, saw the headline. A lot of what I’ve been experiencing, thinking about and drawing is coinciding with what we saw again in Dr. Strange as we started watching it last night. Just going with it.  I hope my sharing this with you can provide an insight into your own spiritual journey.  Every day is a chance to begin it, that is if you haven’t already!

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/05/20/norway-boost-doomsday-vault-entrance-tunnel-breached/

Norway to boost Doomsday vault after entrance tunnel was breached

Credit: Ralph Lee Hopkins /National Geographic

By David Millward

20 May 2017 • 11:02pm

Defenses at Norway’s “Doomsday vault” where thousands of varieties of crop seeds are stored in case of natural disaster are to be reinforced.

The move follows water gushing into the tunnel entrance after the permafrost melted last year.

Although no seeds were damaged there is concern that the vault, which is buried deep inside a mountain near the Norwegian island of Spitsbergen, could be vulnerable.

In watching Dr. Strange again, I’ve noticed a couple of things that I also felt after the first time we saw it — the special effects overshadow the movie. The scenes with special effects are just too long and I would have liked to have seen more story and dialogue. I feel they should have let Ben “be British” because I could tell from watching him that it was awkward not to be – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctor_Strange. Ben is an amazing British actor – he IS Sherlock Holmes to me like Christopher Reeves will always be my Superman, Chris Hemsworth Thor, Tom Hiddleston Loki, Heath Ledger The Joker and Jonathan Rhys Meyers Alexander Grayson (Dracula) – you get the idea. Sometimes the casting of an actor/actress to a role is like it was made just for them and other times it seems like watching someone wear very uncomfortable clothes and shoes….just doesn’t fit. I can see why they cast him for the part – he looks the part! Could have stepped right out of the comic book renditions of Dr. Strange. It’s important to remember that it’s more than a “look” that brings a character to life.

May 21

“I call to remembrance my song in the night.” (Psalm 77:6)

I have read somewhere of a little bird that will never sing the melody his master wishes while his cage is full of light. He learns a snatch of this, a bar of that, but never an entire song of its own until the cage is covered and the morning beams shut out.

A good many people never learn to sing until the darkling shadows fall. the fabled nightingale carols with his breast against a thorn. It was in the night that the song of the angels was heard. It was at midnight that the cry came, “Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him.”

Indeed it is extremely doubtful if a soul can really know the love of God in its richness and its comforting, satisfying completeness until the skies are black and lowering.

Light comes out of darkness, morning out of the womb of the night.

James Creelman, in one of his letters, describes his trip through the Balkan States in search of Natalie, the exiled queen of Serbia.

“In that memorable journey,” he says, “I learned for the first time that the world’s supply of attar of roses comes from the Balkan Mountains. And the thing that interested me most,” he goes on, “is that the roses must be gathered in the darkest hours. The pickers start out at one o’clock and finish picking them at two.

“At first it seemed to me a relic of superstition; but I investigated the picturesque mystery, and learned that actual scientific tests had proven that fully forty percent of the fragrance of roses disappeared in the light of day.”

And in human life and human culture that is not a playful fanciful conceit; it is a real veritable fact. – Malcom J. McLeod.

 

 

 

 

19 May 2017 Resentment, Duplicity in Human Nature and Pharmaceutical induced suicides (Chris Cornell suicide)

18 May 2017 – I drew this trying to work through my feelings about Chris dying. Shadow on the Sun is just one of his many songs I have enjoyed over the years.

Hello to you this morning. We are up early again….Link and his bug bites! So we got up and I read in the headlines that they have ruled Chris Cornell’s death a suicide. This not only made his death for me even more sad but stirred a restlessness and very old ache in my heart. Evoking the “I don’t know what to do with these feelings” restlessness. He had struggled, as I had for a time, with addiction to alcohol (also drugs for him). After finally sitting still with Kyle for a bit I was lead to my bookshelf, and my copy of Alcoholics Anonymous. In particular page 63 which was from the last time I had visited it.

Page 63 Alcoholics Anonymous

we began to lose our fear of today, tomorrow or the hereafter, We were reborn.

We are now at Step Three. Many of us said to our Maker, as we understood Him*: “God, I offer myself to Thee–to build with me and dto do with me as Thou wilt. Relieve me of the bondage of self, that I may better do Thy will. Take away my difficulties, that victory over them may bear witness to those I would help of Thy Power, Thy Love, and Thy Way of life. May I do Thy will always!”

*For me God has no gender, just energy

Page 64

Resentment is the “number one” offender. It destroys more alcoholics than anything else. From it stem all forms of spiritual disease, for we have been not only mentally and physically ill, we have been spiritually sick.

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Anyone who has been or is still involved with a 12 Step program like AA or NA, knows that part of our creed is to pay it forward, to share our experience, strength and hope with others in recovery. I have adopted that creed with themes here in my blog and life to carry the message beyond to those who may not have reached their bottom yet but are on their way. I want to reach those who “turn their lights on” or put on a mask to the world but are in darkness inside….live in duplicity. Living a life of falsehood to our true self creates resentment which on page 64 is at the root of addiction and further still…spiritual sickness.

Even though we may not drink, drug, have sex, shop, and or work too much…”act” like or even truly believe we are recovered, as Chris has shown us, we may still not be entirely recovered in our core….in our spirit. Recovery is an inside to outside job and for most of us, it is a life-long venture with constant vigilance required.

I hope wherever his heaven, he has found peace and my prayers and love go to those he left behind. My mother committed suicide when I was barely a year old, not old enough to truly “know” her and it ripples through me still. I can only imagine the agony an older child facing such circumstances. I hope there is and or will be a great support systems to help them navigate through this.

 

It’s interesting to note that we have yet another very public death with pharmaceuticals. How many people who aren’t famous have also taken their own lives under these conditions? Is this being studied and if so, what can be done to reverse this disturbing trend?

He was apparently taking Ativan: : http://www.nbcnews.com/pop-culture/music/chris-cornell-dead-possible-suicide-was-guiding-force-grunge-music-n761476

Cornell’s wife and lawyer issued a statement pushing back at the notion that Cornell wanted to die. The lawyer, Kirk Pasich, said that the singer was a recovering addict and was taking an anti-anxiety medication that may have contributed to his death.

“The family believes that if Chris took his life, he did not know what he was doing, and that drugs or other substances may have affected his actions,” Pasich said, noting that his anti-anxiety medication, Ativan, can cause paranoid or suicidal thoughts.)

 

18 May 2017 Sudden sad farewell to one of my favorite rock artists, Chris Cornell (Soundgarden and Audioslave)

I just found out about this on Facebook from my friend Cyndy and am devastated – it hurts in my heart about this one because his dying is like losing a living part of myself.  His voice is a beautiful part of how my journey to being with Kyle began.

http://abc7.com/2006846/

ARTS & ENTERTAINMENT

Rocker Chris Cornell dies at 52, rep says

DETROIT — Rocker Chris Cornell, who gained fame as the lead singer of the bands Soundgarden and later Audioslave, has died at age 52, according to his representative.

I have been singing with Chris (on my Ipod or other device) almost every day since Kyle first used to sing me his songs when we were not together yet….it bridged the miles between us. This song in particular is one Kyle used to sing to me on the phone a lot to help me. I had never heard of Chris or the bands he was part of before then.

Source Internet: Chris Cornell – Young man with beautiful hair.

Audioslave – I Am The Highway Live

I Am The Highway (Recorded Live At Queen Elizabeth Theatre, Toronto, ON on April 20, 2011)

Chris Cornell

Pearls and swine bereft of me Long and weary my road has been I was lost in the cities Alone in the hills No sorrow or pity for leaving I feel

I am not your rolling wheels I am the Highway I am not your carpet ride I am the sky

Friends and liars don’t wait for me ‘Cause I’ll get on all by myself I put millions of miles Under my heels And still too close to you I feel

I am not your rolling wheels I am the highway I am not your carpet ride I am the sky I am not your blowing wind I am the lightning I am not your autumn moon I am the night, the night

Yeah I am not your rolling wheels I am the Highway I am not your carpet ride I am the sky But I am not your blowing wind I am the lightning I am not your autumn moon I am the night, the night Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Songwriters: BRAD WILK, CHRIS CORNELL, TIMOTHY COMMERFORD, TOM MORELLO

© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

For non-commercial use only.

Data from: LyricFind

 

Audioslave – Like a Stone (Official Video)

Like a Stone

Audioslave

On a cobweb afternoon In a room full of emptiness By a freeway I confess I was lost in the pages Of a book full of death Reading how we’ll die alone And if we’re good, we’ll lay to rest Anywhere we want to go

In your house I long to be Room by room patiently I’ll wait for you there Like a stone I’ll wait for you there Alone

On my deathbed I will pray To the gods and the angels Like a pagan to anyone Who will take me to heaven To a place I recall I was there so long ago The sky was bruised The wine was bled And there you led me on

In your house I long to be Room by room patiently I’ll wait for you there Like a stone I’ll wait for you there Alone

Alone

And on I read Until the day was gone And I sat in regret Of all the things I’ve done For all that I’ve blessed And all that I’ve wronged In dreams until my death I will wander on

In your house I long to be Room by room patiently I’ll wait for you there Like a stone I’ll wait for you there Alone

Alone

Songwriters: TIMOTHY COMMERFORD, CHRIS CORNELL, TOM MORELLO, BRAD WILK

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Soundgarden – Live to Rise (Audio)

Live to Rise

Soundgarden

What if all you understand, Could fit into the center of our hand, Then you found it wasn’t you, Who held the sum of everything you knew,

Were in sync but not alone, You hold on, And their gone

Like the sun we will live to rise, Like the sun we will live and die, And then ignite again, Like the sun we will live to rise, (Oh yeah) What if the one thing that I missed, Was everything I need to pass the test, And if I fail what happens then, Can I still count on you as a friend

Were in sync but not alone, You hold on, And their gone

Like the sun we will live to rise, Like the sun we will live and die, And then ignite again, Like the sun we will live to rise (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)

Like the sun we will live to rise, Like the sun we will live and die, And then ignite again

Like the sun we will live to rise, Like the sun we will live and die, And then ignite again, Like the sun we will live to rise, (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

Songwriters: CHRIS CORNELL

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3 weeks ago…..

Saturday Sessions: Chris Cornell performs “The Promise”

“The Promise” lyrics

CHRIS CORNELL LYRICS

“The Promise”

If I had nothing to my name

But photographs of you Rescued from the flames

That is all I would ever need

As long as I can read What’s written on your face

The strength that shines

Behind your eyes

The hope and light

That will never die And one promise you made

One promise that always remains

No matter the price A promise to survive

Persevere and thrive

As we’ve always done

And you said “The poison in a kiss Is the lie upon the lips”

Truer words were never shared

When I feel Like lies are all I hear

I pull my memories near

The one thing they can’t take

And one promise you made

One promise that always remains

No matter the price

A promise to survive

Persevere and thrive

As we’ve always done

The books still open on the table

The bells still ringing in the air

The dreams still clinging to the pillow

The songs still singing in a prayer

Now my soul Is stretching through the roots

To memories of you

Back through time and space

To carry home

The faces and the names

And these photographs of you

Rescued from the flames

And one promise you made

One promise that always remains

No matter the price

A promise to survive

Persevere and thrive

And dare to rise once more

A promise to survive

Persevere and thrive

And fill the world with life

As we’ve always done

This one is probably one of my very favorites and helped me through so many dark times when I didn’t believe in myself:

Be Yourself

Audioslave

Someone falls to pieces
Sleeping all alone
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the silence
She finally drift away
Someone gets excited
In a chapel yard
Catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen
White roses on a grave

And be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do

Someone finds salvation in everyone
Another only pain
Someone tries to hide themself
Down inside himself he prays
Someone swears their true love
Until the end of time
Another runs away
separate or united?
Healthy or insane?

And be yourself is all that you can do (all that you can do)
To be yourself is all that you can do (all that you can do)
To be yourself is all that you can do (all that you can do)
Be yourself is all that you can do

Even when you’ve paid enough
Been pulled apart
Or been held up
Every single memory of
The good or bad, faces of love
Don’t lose any sleep tonight
I’m sure everything will end up alright
You may win or lose

But to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do (all that you can do)
To be yourself is all that you can do (all that you can do)
To be yourself is all that you can
Be yourself is all that you can
Be yourself is all that you can do

Songwriters: TIMOTHY COMMERFORD, CHRIS CORNELL, TOM MORELLO, BRAD WILK

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Source Internet: Chris Cornell looking out into crowd