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Hippie, Gypzy, Biker Chixie. Yep, that's me. www.bikerlady.com and www.chromecowgirl.com - my websites and I welcome your comments in this blog called Down the Road a Peace. Because, after all "do you wanna a peace of me?" : ) I'd love to hear your thoughts, so share them here. Personalize the topic and make it your own by sharing your own experience relative to the topic at hand, or let's create a new topic. U R Loved by Me.



Okay. I was jonesin for a ride. Last week in February. I forgot to tell ya'll about this.

Well, I take the subway ride and 1/2 mile walk out to Queens to fetch Tigerlily where she was staying for a little bit. Tigerlily is my Harley-Davidson motorcycle, in case you didn't know.

It was freezing that day and windy. But I had to go get her, and I wanted to ride. This was the first time I had ridden her in awhile and my heart was aching.

See, I get really out of sorts, or out of tune, without my Tigerlily wings roarring beneath me. I have to ride to live. Honestly. Riding is my breath.

Anyway, look, it's freezing cold and my hands within blocks are ice blue cold in my thinsulate leopard gloves. Though, I've got my fleece on, leather pants, leather jacket, scarf...I'm warm everywhere else BUT my hands and in NYC, honey, you are using your hands A-lot because you've got to do the dance with the clutch and the break in this insane traffic.

Well, I got caught in traffic at the 59th Street Bridge...and there is NO where to go. Enroute to the bridge, me and Tigerlily nearly tumbled into all kinds of road crators and I kept wondering where the hell the metors were and why weren't they reported when they hit the pavement out here in the borough, and then I thought, oh, wait, these are potholes.

But, my girl bike Tigerlily is such a traffic diva, she just dipped and dove around those gullys while we laced through the kissing bumpers surrounding us. But my hands were COOOOOLLLLLD. So, when we'd get to those scarlet lights, I'd place me hands on her engine and defrost the paws. I did this at every stop light. The feeling was draining fast from my hands in those cold temps. BUT OH WHAT FUN TO RIDE RIDE RIDE Again!

Well I smelled something burning and I'm thinking oh crap, did I burn these nice leather pant legs? Nope? Okay, I toasted the heel on my boot on the pipes somehow? Nope. Better not be having some kind of internal bike organ problem here, because she just had to get repaired. Checked around looked for drips. Nothing.

Then I realized my gloves were burning.

Yep, folks, my favorite leopard furry (fake of course) street gloves (bought 'em from a vendor off the street) were singed. But not too bad. The crazy thing was, my fingers weren't burnt and I never felt that much heat from the engine through the gloves.

The little Tigeress bike may have tried to warn me, too. She's so much a part of me, this bike speaks to me. NO, really. She does. She watches out for me. My road angel and me made it over the 59th Street bridge and into our temporary digs.

We didn't make it to Daytona as planned, however, the day I had planned to leave it was a mad ice and snow storm and then it froze, deep freeze for several days on end.

But I'll be riding her this weekend. I must. She needs me and I need her. I can't wait to someday have a REAL home with a garage way out West somewhere so that she and I can live together.

See, in NYC you can't live with your bike. Your bike has to have its own place somewhere else in some multi-garage or make shift hang. And that sucks. I like to say goodnight to my Tigerlily, make sure she has a blanket, talk to her. Tell her how much I love her. Then I wait for her to purr, and then I go on about whatelse I need to do.

I'm not kidding.

That's how much I love my motorcycle. And that's how much I'll love ALL my future motorcycles, too. Because someday I will have a garage filled with all kinds of awesome motorcycles.

And we will always be together. Me and my motorcycles. We will live happily ever after.

And I'll continue to ride in the freezing temperatures with my burnt gloves.


No Matter Nomadess.

It's coming up on that time again. Time to be a Nomadess, bad ass and wander free all over this great nation of ours, yes, on my motorcycle. Time to be free, deliriously free and share the joy of riding with all!!! All who want to ride ride ride, come along now, 'cause there's plenty of road out there to spare.

Why do I love to wander, wander, wander around in the sunshine, in the rainshine, in the moonshine. Whatever the climate. Except snow. I don't like to ride in snow or ice...too scary there. But, I will ride in frigid cold, oh indeed. All dressed up like a fabric snowman, plump with wool and leather. But cozy.

And these wears I will don when I head down to Daytona in a few weeks. Oh yes, bliss cruising I-95 to Daytona Beach is just around the corner. Tigerlily is in the shop getting a look over because of her engine dilemmas. Gee I sure wish I had a garage for myself. I would have tore her down and nurtured my baby alone, well, maybe with the help of Greaser Mike.

Queens County Cycle has my ride right now. The boys over there are great. Indian Larry's camp recommended me to them because the late legendary bike builder's shop is swamped with requests.

I'll pack lightly this time. Usually I carry all kinds of different shoes and clothes, and jackets. Fashionista on the run, my friends. But I feel like traveling light. I'm going to wear leather pants with chaps for the main drive and then it's a pair of spandex, a pair of old jeans, a pair of DDuke shorts. My favorite stilletto driving boots. One jacket, awe maybe two...just cause. That'll be fine.

I want to sleep under the stars one night while I'm there. I'll borrow my friend Cindy's blankees and stuff and just lay out in the yard and gaze at the universe and thank FATHER for getting me there safe and steady as she goes.

I'm hoping to sit in with a band somewhere. Jam, belt out some fun songs. We'll see what happens. I like surprises. Good surprises. Sometimes bummer surprises also lead to good surprises. But, I'd rather have bonafide good surprises, any day. Wouldn't you.

So I can't wait to be the Nomadess and wander. Have me those Waffle House cheese omelettes that keep you full for two days straight. Love them. Plus there's a few good ol' truck stops that make me smile. I love truck stops too. Reasonably priced and sometimes you'll find really good home cooking and friendly conversation....good surprises are usually hanging 'round for ya at some of the truck stops.

When I get to Daytona I'll probably go visit all my bike builder buddies, and bros and sisters that I know who go to the rally every year. I'll go out to the speed way and see my friends at the Motor Drome and then at the Buffalo Chip campground that is set up in the infield. That's going to be a tight scene for sure. Woody who runs the Chip is good people. So is his marketing guru Michael. Very kind and fun, too.

I'll mozy on down to New Smyrna and see friends over at Gilly's Pub. Then cruise down to Ponce Inlet too, to Down the Hatch and get Hatched with friends. I dig the IronHorse Saloon, good entertainment and I sure hope David Allen Coe is jamming there this year. He's terrific. The Broken Spoke, which is my second home with my bro Jay who owns the joint is where I'll hang my cowgirl hat as well.

Leah Whaley who is special events for HOG will be over at the Ocean Center and I just dig sittin with her. We have a riot time and we're long over due since we missed each other at Sturgis last year. Leah knows how to be a great HOG hostess and she keeps members surprised at every turn when she leads a HOG event or run. Indeed. I met this sister on the road years ago and we stayed tight ever since.

I think I'm only going to be in Daytona three days....due to the regular job gig that I had to take in order to patch work me through the recent projects happening. But once the projects are green lit and humming along I'll seque myself into the happy mode of full-time artist. But I must say the regular gig that I have consists of fine folks who are all trying to make their dreams come true and I'm mighty greatful to Rick the supervisor of the joint for taking me back into the fold so that I can pay me rent!!!! 'Cause I don't want to be like George Thorgood saying I can't pay the rent and split. You know. I've got the coolest landlords in NYC, they are also artists. Very kind and loving and let me tell you they have been here and watched my back during all these lean times and my craving for wandering all over on my motorcycle, thus placing odd folks in my home to sublet. Oh they are the best.

Well, I hope to see some of you on the beach somewhere. If you see me on the highway cruising either on the way or coming home from the rally, say howdy.

Love to all and God bless you with lots of happy days.


The Art of Life.

"The art of life is to live in the present moment, and to make that moment as perfect as we can by the realization that we are the instruments and expression of God Himself." - Emmet Fox - author of the book: Sermon on the Mount

Now is the time for all divine things to be made manifest. In the present moment as you draw a breath and release and move forward to the next moment a revelation, revolution and realization is taking place -- if one will allow such a gift.

God does set us free. Freedom in its entirety is available at any moment. Liberty. Justice. All through the art of life. Life as a manifestation that God works through a willing servant to be the full expression of divinity: divine intelligence, divine love, divine wisdom.

At any time, at any moment we can utter the words "Divine Intelligence is working through me now"* and "God is inspiring me."* These are words that allow the stroke of divine art to be manifest in one's life. We as beings of creativity as we allow divine expression of the master artist to be manifest through us.

The power of life is the power of God present in one's life to bring forth the ultimate truth in one's life. The ultimate purpose and destiny: thus the Art of Life. By allowing ourselves the ability to trust and have favor for that which we cannot see, it draws us to the well spring of divine conscious and divine living, a supreme representation and realization of Art as Life, and Life as Art.

But nothing can be achieved, no art in one's life unless one can realize and be blessed with the realization which is the experience -- the undeniable experience of the Holy presence of OUR Father in our lives. Every experience is sacred and individual. We can only experience directly unto ourselves.

Like, as Emmet Fox explains, we can only eat food for ourselves. We can have all the servants in the world do for us, but they cannot eat food for us. They can prepare it and serve it, but an individual must eat and digest the food for themselves. There it is for the realization of the Art of Life. The realization (experience) of ourselves as artwork, as a manifestation of divine creativity through the Father's movement through us. The Father as the FOOD, the Nourishment, of our existence.

The Art of Life is a blank canvas, mirroring the emptiness of the desert. Barren, with no color, awaiting something to give it life. And sometimes the life is simply in the pattern of the sand, or the single blossom on a cactus, the mood of the sky, the movement of a small creature, and so on. Our individual canvasas await the stroke of Our Father, if we will let him be the author, the artist in our life. If become the willing canvas for the Father to express himself upon and through....to touch the lives of others throught the represenation of his ARTFUL presence within us.

The Father is so surprising, working wonders through our beings as we allow him to have full reign. His full reign is our full awakening, our full presence on this earth. As we are created in His image, though many do not want His image or His movement because they think He will bore us, make us like everyone else and remove our individuality. But it is quite the contrary. God is NEVER Boring, but full of LIFE! Celebration! Passion for TRUTH! Passion for CREATION. To be bored is a lack of engaging in LIFE, and thus a lack of allowing the SUPREME ARTIST, the FATHER to Move as the consummate artist through our beautiful beings that He can make manifest a joyful life for us. God is not a BORING GOD. He's way cool, and He's way fun.

The LORD has created us as individual expressions of Himself, and this is echoed and made a reality in the writings of Emmet Fox as well, and that of Paramahansa Yogananda and so many who have allowed themselves to be full and divine expressions of the Father.

The Father delights in a joyful life. The Father is all good and all powerful and all knowing. The destructive experiences that have occured in this life are not the Father willingly promoting such ill-fate. Never.

The Art of LIFE is our mindset...this is the purity of the canvas. The reason of the Canvas. The mindset is the stage. It is how the lights are lit and how the performance unfolds. It is where the scripting occurs and thus life is made manifest. The scripting that God offers are words of LOVE and the continuous well spring of Divine Intellect. That is the foundation of the ART of LIFE. The performance that unfolds is to be joyful and precious. Purposeful and meaningful with positive effect for the world and mankind. Again, none of this can result unless we as the canvas provide permission to our Father as the artist to place a stroke upon our slate.

Prepare to live the Art of LIFE in all it's glory because miracles occur in that place. Miracles are regular occurances in the DIVINE because all is possible according to God's will made manifest in a willing human for which our individual lives, our breath is designed for all that is Good if we wish to align and drink from the well spring of goodness. Allow your mind to think in bold, loving, dramatic brush strokes!

Now, many who have known me before have seen when I have lost my footing in the past and have fell into a sadness, a curious place of remorse because none of what I had mentioned was truly ingrained into my subconscious at a level which would have an in-depth permanance that was my well spring from which to draw the divine waters to wash away iniquities which were so harmful for my life.

I am challenged with many great temptations as we all are. I have had to work very hard and with great diligence to align myself to accepting my life as art. My presence as worthy in this world. My presence as a divine instrument for the full expression of GOD. First I had to admit that I was worthy! Second I had to admit and accept the reality and truth of the talent that God has so blessed upon me and these ways in which HE wants to divinely express HIS presence through little me.

God is working many miracles in my life right now, because I have gotten to a place of deep forgiveness for those who have trespassed against me, and forgiveness for myself, in all ways. I release all those who have caused harm to my life, and thus I forgive myself for allowing the harm to affect my life. I've had to declare and declare daily to those I have forgiven: I love you all and wish you well. I wish you artful living and much joy. I wish you truth and happiness. I wish you divine purpose and miracles and a connection with the Holy Spirit in such a way to bring you Divine Truth and Divine Love in all things. In all thoughts, actions and deeds.

My Art of Living is defined through the art of motorcycles, music and writing. God expresses himself through a twist of the throttle, through the song in my heart, through the words that flow from my finger tips as written expression. I am blessed. So blessed. I feel like I am in the height of romantic love as this divine dopamine saturates my being.

In all my humble presence all I ask is that I am able to be a humble channel for divine expression which will allow God to fully manifest the height of DIVINE Love and Intelligence and thus placing healing jewels into the hearts of all in the world, through my willingness to have this GREAT ARTIST utilize my heart, my soul, my physicality as His DIVINE Expression in all ways that He pleases.

I pray that this essay inspires all who read to sink into the beauty of their presence in this world. You are all so precious indeed, beautiful representations of God's Divine Intelligence and LOVE. So there is no need to ever be sad because even when we are facing the most enormous challenges in one's life, we must open our hearts, our souls, our minds, to the Great Artist -- open ourselves to the HEALING presence of Divine Truth and Divine Restoration.


* these quotes are from Emmet Fox's Sermon on the Mount book.
Dig more cool Emmet Fox here: http://website.lineone.net/~cornerstone/emmetfox.htm


A Rude Interruption.

"Yeah, working a regular job is a rude interruption into an artist's day." - Sean Kershaw.

This quote is from the guitar player of Gotham Rodeo. This is so true. See, an artist gets into a flow about their life and work. As a creative person, you loose all sense of time. You don't live by a clock, you completely live in the moment. Where creativity lives. Clock watching is a destructive thing, unless it's for the start time for when you enter the stage to perform, or you have to show up for a radio interview. It's all good, because it's about the craft.

But when you have switch gears, like I have to right now, from writing my book and working on music, plus attending to the business affairs associated with my craft, and now I have to switch off the artist mode and trudge into my "regular" job so that I can keep the lights on, it's really a challenge. Of course, like any artist, I want my super hard work and perseverance to pay off so that I can call my art my livelihood as well. And I am going to do this. It's happening already.

When I asked a friend of mine what it was like to go from the regular work lifestyle to being a superstar artist who can now buy and live and do whatever he pleases because he never gave up and dragged himself into the depths of poverty as he strove to become the artist he is today, he simply told me: "Sistah, it's heaven. It's like being in heaven all the time."

In an ideal situation, why we'd be able to get up and go to "work" which would be our craft and be paid for it. But the world works quite differently and until you're any good, do you get paid for your artistry. So we have to deal with accepting a rude interruption on a daily basis in order that we can someday enjoy the complete stream of conscious and stream of doing lifestyle that is dedicated to our artistry, which would free us up to do lots more other things because we won't be so fragmented in life.

The challenge for me is feeling fragmented. I get into the flow of my creativity and dealing with the business affairs related thereto, and I'm flying, sailing all day....floating, but then there's the interruption where I've got to halt everything I'm doing, and completely alter my mind set into accepting the regular gig for the several hours that I must and completely be focused and cool and loving in that area. It's a big challenge, but not one that I cannot handle. I must take good care of my life, be responsible too and make sure that my roof is there when I return home from the road and my artistry out there wandering the asphalt and singing.

So, my dear readers. I look forward to composing the essay, quite soon, that will be the announcement that I shall no longer have anymore rude interruptions from a regular job because I will have engaged my life as an artist in total bliss and it will therefore be my livelihood as well, thus freeing up the time that would have been dedicated to the interruption, towards very loving and productive activities such as volunteer work and other loving services for mankind.

God bless you and love your life no matter how many rude interruptions...
and work we must as a fortitude of character and perserverance!


Keith Knudsen - Rhythm of Perfection.

Well, I just received word that Keith Knudsen, drummer of the Doobie Brothers has passed into Jesus' arms.

I had the pleasure of knowing Keith for a few years but hadn't seen him in over a year. What a wonderful person. A gentle rhythm of perfection. Perfection as a person who allowed his humble presence to be an inspiration to others through the gift of music.

Dear Keith:
Thank you for the enormous gift of music that you shared with your fans and your family. I was honored to know you and at one time considered you a friend.

As I would watch you interact with folks, you were always so friendly and kind to anyone who approached you. I found this to be a great gift because, as a well known artist, it is very important that you share and be accessible so others feel inspired to chase their dreams.

It makes me wonder how many fantastic drummers you had inspired over the years of your public craft. What a blessing indeed. Your spirit lives on in the music you recorded, the gift of music you shared, and the love that you gave as a good soul.

Your wife Katie and daughter Dayna sparkle with your loving energy. You are a darling soul and I certainly wish I could have spent more time speaking with you. Rest in peace, sweet man.

God bless you, dear.

Chrome Won't Get You Home or will IT?

Society thinks it's okay to cover up the road maps around one's eyes which is the journey of where one has been.

Erase it with a knife. Stretch the skin. Why do we need to be stretched out to prove youth?

My youth is ahead of me as it's happening right now and happened since I was born.

I'll never apologize for advancing in years or live life with a frown over the fact. It's ridiculous.

Oh, society wants folks to cover up the sparkles in one's hair, that shining chrome that grows in glowing strands. Well, I've known folks who went totally chrome in their 20's. So what.

Well, ageless is what I am. I declare this. What I am. Forever a child at heart. I wear the sign of the cross.

God is not mocked.

I'm a showcase of His creativity, a piece of artwork if you please. If He decides that he'd like to put some bits of chrome through my hair. Well, okay. He's the artist. Silver streaks...

You are a piece of artwork, too, friend. You are a dream come true that was beheld by the Lord above before He birthed you onto this earth to the sound of ringing heavenly bells. And, to the tune of your own tune, that He created just for you. You see, we each carry our own song in our hearts that He sings to us as a lullabye. He sings this to you all the time and the angels accompany His booming voice.

So, be joyful and thankful for everything that you are and try to live in your right mind. All things righteous and true. LOVE be the first motive, because living youth is all about living your truth.

So I'll be ageless, you see, on the playground of life with my chrome sparkly hair someday because I'll always be simply me and appreciate the art of my humanity.

Thank you, God, for my breath. Thank you for my life. Thank you for this immediate experience right now and working through me right now as I compose this little essay.

Chrome will get you HOME to heaven's embrace at any moment if you simply accept your radiant beauty in and out, and give awesome gratitude to the blessed Creator who birthed you into a monumental selection of artwork: YOU.

Peace be with you...



Heaven's Embrace for a Motorcycle Songstress.

Dearest friends!

I spent the weekend recording in Los Angeles. It was divine. It was heaven's embrace beyond any description.

Right now I'm reading this book by Matthew Fox: creativity - where the Divine and the Human Meet.

This book is fantastic. It speaks of divinity from an artist's perception....you see because the Great Creator is the Divine Artist of all. A must read for any artist!

So, here I am in the recording studio performing vocals for my music. I am a composer and a singer, in case ya'll didn't know that.

Let me tell you: the Spirit -- the Great Divine Spirit moved within those studio walls, through the spirits of the musicians and this motorcycle songstress indeed!

The producer is extraordinary talent indeed. He reminds me of a gentle conductor who can draw out the very best of everyone in the session simply with a smile and a kind word. Everyone jumps to please and the results are interstellar! We all move beyond the human boundaries into the heavenly embrace of our talents, which means that we become God-like as we are God inspired, thus we perform beyond our expectations....our knowledge.

I can't wait to perform this music for you. I can't wait for you to get your own CD of the music so that you can be inspired and you will feel like you're on your ride, even if you're sitting at work, or at home doing the housekeeping....it's a live experience...to bring breath and life to you.

That's what music is about....it is a connection between us all...we are all one and I love you and wish to share the music experience beyond what can be described.

With love and s'miles....


I got the Music in Me.

Mmmm. I'm sitting here at my part-time gig that supports my wild life on the road. It's a rather cool gig. It's secret.

Anyway, in an hour and a half I leave for Los Angeles to finish recording the final demos that will be presented to the esteemed music business people. Yes, some music business people are esteemed.

I have been sitting listening to my songs over and over, fine tuning them as my heart wishes to present them to you in truth, as the motorcycle songstress. An odd title to have given myself over the last few years. But I had no other way to describe myself as a performer to the music business folks.

Funny, I knocked on all kinds of record company doors and they all looked at me queerly, you know, with the visable question mark over their heads, even their nice rejection letters had lots of question marks as in: music and motorcycles? It made no sense to them AT all.

Well, yeah. It's called road music. It's timeless. But, at the time, it had remained a mystery.

But no more. Oh no. Now, we're like NASCAR or WWF to them. Well, 23 million motorcyclists in the country... and how many aspire to folks? Those general masses that love motorcycles and what the vehicle for freedom represents thanks to Discovery Channel.

Now the record companies are happy to descend upon our beloved rallies now, where we gather for the passion of riding, not the fashion, as my Deadwood Damsel wind sister, Meg, is happy to declare. I declare, too.

The music business has finally caught on that the motorcycle rallies are a valuable venue. So some artists are dressing up like bikers now. Writing songs about it, even if they don't ride. Well, whatever.

But, to me, my music (a blessing from GOD) is about sharing the gift of road music and roamance with my brothers and sisters whom I love so much....other riders who are about the passion.

The music business now accepting the motorcycle community as a viable marketplace is great for Miss Sasha, the motorcycle songstress. If, of course, they accept Sasha and the Gotham Rodeo gang. A bunch of rousing rocker hillbillies from NYC. When I say hill -- I'm talking, like, Murray Hill, or Borehm Hill.

My catalog of songs ranges from romance to road. Or I should say it is roamantic music, eh? A Sasha term. Refer to the Sashisms on the website....or the philosopha section under meet Sasha section has some too.

Well, I was approached to help a few artists "Get into" the motorcycle culture with their music. Hmmm. Certainly, I will always help folks.

Well, we love music and we love entertainment. But we also love entertainers who want to be there not to make their buck and leave, like we're just another giant marketing opportunity.... grab our dollars, pretend they love us and flat leave us -- no our culture is NOT LIKE THAT.

We're about loyalty...just review the success of the Harley-Davidson brand. Yes, it's clever -- it's about community and a lifestyle...but none the less, the motorcycle culture is a lifestyle.

See, we party. We love to celebrate. Music is part of the motorcycle celebration. Oh yeah!

So, any music folks and business folks who want to present their musical talents to our culture, oh please do so with love and respect for our wonderful community of riders. We celebrate life.

Many of us live and breathe our motorcycle experiences, our entire lives are about the freespirited ways and mindsets in which we live. We embrace one another, whether friends or strangers, as family because we share a PASSION. NOT A FASHION. (Right Meg?)

Thank you very much for understanding this. God bless you and keep the music true. Don't use the rally culture to make a quick buck and leave. Stay awhile. Celebrate the road with us.



Guess what. Forgiveness rocks. Just let go. Forgive the person that wronged you. Just do it. No excuses. No "I have the right to be angry" anymore. Just don't give it another thought.

Let the wrong doer go. Like cutting the ropes of a row boat at a dock of a seaside town. Cut those ropes with the target forgivee sitting in that small row boat without an engine and watch them drift away. Wish them bon voyage. Let 'em go. They are no longer in your port o life.

Why do this? Because the energy it takes to stay angry, to hate, to be negative with the wrong doer is so valueable and ought to be directed towards something precious in your life....like you...or your family...or better yet, towards nurturing your dreams, and good things.

You could have been wronged beyond speakable. You could have been violated beyond what could be humanly acceptable. You could have been judged and critized and lied to and falsely accused of all kinds of horrible stuff and you could have seemingly had your lifestyle or career destroyed by the wrong doer. Oh yes! You could have been physically violated, tortured and more. You could have been left for Tuesday's trash, kicked to the curb, crushed and pooped on.

But cut the ties of that row boat and let it drift away. Gone. Bon Voyage. And wish that person healing and love because guess what, in the rough seas of life? Who do you think is going to be the only presence that can save them? You got it. So release them into the choppy seas of karma and let God deal with them. But you can love them from the dock and send little thoughts to ripple out which will be of kindness and love that will still the waters of their raging souls.

Oh, and don't forget to cut the ties of that row boat that contains some of the old you that you've had to forgive. Those old crappy things that you dwell on, regret, and so forth. Make peace with yourself. Lovingly forgive yourself. Be gentle and be kind to yourself. Transform yourself by taking a dip in that sea, and returning anew.

Peace be with you and may I say that forgiveness is absolutely all that it is said to be. And more. I've had to forgive some horrifying violators, trespassers, and so on who had hurt my little journey. I love them and wish them all well. Bon Voyage! May they Lord still the waters for them.

So in love with you.

So in love with you...
eh...something for Valentine's Day coming soon.

Could it be that I’m a treasure to someone
…That I finally met my match
Beloved man of my dreams who will
Love me with all his heart, give me chills

I’m so in love with you…so in love with you
You’re an ultimate gift from up above

Could it be that I’ve got the qualities
Of the good wife, like in the good book, Proverbs
who extends her hand to the needy,
sets about her work vigourously
Who can find? Well, she’s right here, me at the gates
Of your heart, wearing a royal robe from a
skinny dip in our private cove.

I’m so in love with you…so in love with you
Honey, oh so in love….
Yes, you’re an ultimate gift from up above

What makes folks tick?

What makes folks tick? The heart. But what is the heart filled with? Love or hate? Pride or humility? War or peace? Happy or sad? The heart pumps blood through the body as a physical function, indeed.

But what really makes folks tick? That's right. The mind. The mind. The heart I like to think of as the subconscious part of ourselves. It's effected by what the mind thinks. How IT ticks.

Right minded thinking in the grace of righteousness is a holy place to be, to move through life. It is not easy. Because the mind has to completely focus on the highest divine ideal at all times, in every move and decision. It takes a very long time, a life time to get this right. And then most of us don't anyway, but at least we try.

To have a change of heart is to have an overhaul on the subconscious. For that to happen, the mind has got to be programmed for right thinking. And when we endeavor to lead a life of love and righteousness, oh a whole lotta change is gonna come through and through.

We abandon the ol' habits, the ol' routines. We abandon our lifestyles that don't work anymore, that stray us from the divine path.

Right now, what makes Sasha tick? Divine Love, Divine Intellect, right thinking. My Jesus! God I love Jesus. So awesome. A super cool spiritual entity become human. He's all about truth. Truth is what makes me tick.

Now I may foul up sometimes and approach things in a way that makes people think differently because I'm wildly enthusiastic about life and sometimes a big personality who's like a child who's about to get their favorite toy at the toy store, can make folks back up.

Just today I got an e-mail from a person whom I adore in business who was taken aback at my enthusiasm regarding a project, as I was just brimming with new ideas and happy things in an e-mail to that person.

Kinda felt like a puppy that'd been kicked. But I knew MY truth so did not give my reaction to the e-mail any power. I approached the situation with a genuine enthusiasm, inquiring on a business level about things I didn't know about and certainly admitted to that in that e-mail.

My truth was pure enthusiasm and joy about a great project that had inspired many people in which I was involved. But I had to apologize. My naietivity about business coupled with my creative nature was a bit too much I guess. But there are many of us that are a bit too much. Simply too much. Gotta turn the flame down on that passion. MMMM? That's tough for me.

Kind of like the way Jesus spoke on the Sermon on the Mount. Oh, he was wildly enthusiastic, loving and extremely unique about his presentation. And some disliked him. A whole bunch of somes disliked him and eventually nailed him. But, most loved him. And in the end truth won.

However, we all get nailed sometimes to keep us quiet. Especially those who just can't simmer down, you know? You can slow cook, sure, but to keep that flame on low heat is sometimes really difficult when you're so filled with life.

And how did we come to tick? Through our experiences no matter how crazy, upsetting and so on, we learned to tick from our experiences, but our experiences do not really equate to the high divine truth of things in a great many cases. The truth is love. LOVE is pure. Truth is pure. We could go through the most hellacious, traumatic experience, but through it all there is a divinity at work which is the truth of all things. But the real ticking to be syncronized with is that of the heartbeat of the heavenly Father! Yes, the Universal King....whomever that is for you. GOD.

So, surely the world would be a great place if truth and love reigned in our mind and therefore benefiting our hearts. We would approach things carefully and with a right-mind. These things equal divine intellect, but divine intellect operates on truth and love, not on ego (edging God out), not on hate, not on pride. Simply on truth and love from righteous thinking which equates to a peaceable kingdom and many happy folks.

U R Love. And remember that divine power is always yours.