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In summer when the days are long and sweet
There is nothing like the sand under one’s feet
The saltwater is the remedy that lightens our load
We swim away from our sorrows, pleasures to decode
The surf is a mighty playmate, requiring skill and respect
When you learn to ride waves, your body reconnects
With eternal movements of planets, moons, and stars
Granting wisdom and confidence wherever you are
The boat rocked and rolled on stormy seas through the night
Ominous clouds blew across dawn’s glowing horizon to signal
That stronger, harder rains were quickly heading our way
Waves crashed over the deck, sending sailors overboard
We were in the middle of the ocean, in the eye of the storm
There was very little chance that any of us would survive
We boarded the ricketty lifeboats in an attempt to save our lives
With a sinking feeling they trudged across the desert on thirsty horses
Weeks of deprivation and harsh conditions had diminished the group
Some fell behind, and finding no sustenance, succumbed to dehydration
This band of pioneers had left behind comfort and ease to travel west
They believed there would be a paradise waiting at the end of the trail
Along the way they had to keep the vision alive of a fertile, peaceful place
That they imagined but had never seen, that waited for them over the ridge
When they finally spotted a small lake where the horses could be watered
They adjusted their expectations, looked for shelter, and mourned their losses
The first hint of hidden treasure attracted the worst element
Stray con artists from everywhere gathered to make a kill
Rumors flowed like water, while jealously and dishonesty fought
Over the loyalty of pirates and thieves, all skilled at robbery
In truth there was nothing of value to steal, dig up, or find
The illusion of wealth had poisoned their collective mind
IS JULY’S TOTAL LUNAR ECLIPSE THE REAL INDEPENDENCE DAY RACHEL CELESTE HANSEN On Friday, July 27, 2018, at 4:20pm PST, the full moon will be in Aquarius. This full moon (known as the Thunder Moon or the Full Buck Moon) also coincides with a total lunar eclipse – which, at one hour and 43 minutes, […]
via IS JULY’S TOTAL LUNAR ECLIPSE THE REAL INDEPENDENCE DAY — Witches Of The Craft®
The mind’s eye dreams up wondrous scenes of escape
Dream paths lined with outrageously bright colors and lights
Bring us into realms in which our movements are vivid, clear
Uncluttered by doubts, our steps are taken in grace, no fear
We only find these secret places by stepping outside the rule
That mindlessly stays in the ignorant ways practiced by the fool
Inventive little creatures stumble across the picnic lawn
Dancing with the birthday cake we worked on since the dawn
The ants and caterpillars enjoy the sugar roses, icing sweet
They scamper merrily down the path with butter on their feet
They have made a regular sport out of devouring our repast
Nature knows no bounds when people picnic on the grass
We can think ourselves lucky for feeding the cake to the ants
Now we will all have a better chance of fitting into our pants
We might feel denied our fantasies, and though in most instances that’s a productive thing, this time it may feel like we’re being punished. In this case, the mechanism of denial has the purpose of waking us up. If we don’t awaken and approach events with eyes open, we end up acting foolishly, undermining health, losing Love or […]
via 21-23 July 2018 No Fantasies Allowed — Julie Demboski’s ASTROLOGY
The ship Planter, under Master Nicholas Trerice/Travice, sailed from London April 2 or 11, 1635, arriving at Boston June 7, 1635. My tenth great-grandfather was 21 years old when he sailed to America on that ship.
Lt. Francis Peabody, the ancestor of the American Peabodys, was born at St. Albans, Hertfordshire, England, in 1614. He came to America in 1635 ; lived first in Lynn, and then in Ipswich, in then Massachusetts Bay colony. In 1639, he removed to Hampton, N.H., where he lived until 1657, when he came to Topsfield, Mass. He was useful in the new place, and was chosen to the office of selectman, as well as town clerk, both of which offices he held many years.
March 4, 1664, the town voted that Lt. Peabody have liberty ” to set up a grist mill and to flow so much of the town’s common as is needful for a mill so long as the mill does stand and grind for the town.”
The next year (1665), Mr. Peabody established the mill on Pyebrook. Who can estimate the joy of the inhabitants at that early period of having a grist mill to accommodate them in the grinding of their rye and corn! It marked a new era in the history of the Topsfield commoners.
March 7, 1671, the town voted that it was “willing that Lieut. Peabody shall set up a saw mill provided it does not do damage to any of the townsmen in their meadows.” The saw mill was built in 1672.
So far as the writer is able to learn, everything pertaining to these mills went along smoothly until 1691, when, the business having increased on account of the growth of the surrounding district, there was not a sufficient head of water during a part of the year to run the mills. Hewlett’s brook, a branch of Pye brook, left the latter stream and ran off to the northeastward, a short distance above the Peabody mills. As, at that time, there was no mill on Hewlett’s brook, Mr. Peabody was granted by the town the privilege of building a dam across this branch a few rods below its parting from the main stream, providing he pay satisfactory damages to the adjoining owners by reason of his flowing their meadows. The records speak of damages being received the following year by Thomas Dorman and sons, who had in 1690 erected a house within a few rods of the parting of the brook.* There was probably water power enough at the mills after the building of the dam as there are no papers showjng the want of it for more than fifty years afterwards.
During the year 1698 (?), after faithfully serving his day and generation, Lt. Francis Peabody passed away full of years and honors. By his will, dated Jan. 20, 1695, he gives his son Isaac Peabody the mills and mill-yard, the dwellinghouse by the mill, and other property.
Lieut Francis Peabody (1614 – 1697)
10th great-grandfather
Lydia Peabody (1640 – 1715)
daughter of Lieut Francis Peabody
Mary Howlett (1664 – 1727)
daughter of Lydia Peabody
John Hazen (1687 – 1772)
son of Mary Howlett
Caleb Hazen (1720 – 1777)
son of John Hazen
Mercy Hazen (1747 – 1819)
daughter of Caleb Hazen
Martha Mead (1784 – 1860)
daughter of Mercy Hazen
Abner Morse (1808 – 1838)
son of Martha Mead
Daniel Rowland Morse (1838 – 1910)
son of Abner Morse
Jason A Morse (1862 – 1932)
son of Daniel Rowland Morse
Ernest Abner Morse (1890 – 1965)
son of Jason A Morse
Richard Arden Morse (1920 – 2004)
son of Ernest Abner Morse
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Richard Arden Morse
Frances Peabody’s signatureRewriting the script

It’s important to be deliberate and specific in what we want – often our stories have been shaped unconsciously. As a child you may have been told that you were lazy, selfish, useless, dumb, not creative, weak, pathetic… I know I was. It has taken me a long time to go over all these implanted limiting thoughts and re-examine them, discarding them when I realised that they were both untrue and harmful.
With Mars retrograde in Aquarius from now until September 2018, this is a great time to re-invent your story and re-write your narrative. Words are spells, and the stories we tell ourselves about our lives are powerful in shaping our experience. Limiting beliefs often stand in the way of us accomplishing what we want and need to accomplish in our lives. In this post I will share with you my ritual for re-writing my narrative this Mars retrograde.
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