LOST UPON A DISTANT FAR SHORE
So Remember There My Fellow Human Beings
Liberty Calls Forth To All Who Seek
Her Divine Wonders And Though...
It's A Long Long Journey
So Stay By My Side
When I Walk Through The Storm
You'll Be My Guide, Be My Guide.
But In The Here & Now...
America & Americans Have To But Realize
That The Carnival Is Over...
Clowning, in its most basic form, can be described as one form of drama without a fourth wall, however there are other types of drama that are lacking the element of a fourth wall as well. In other words,
a clown acknowledges his audience.
What Shall It Take
in order to have the ability to make satirical comment...
For Every Clown stops will always have
a beginning, a middle and an end to them.
So Enter Now...The Troubadours!
Who are these people?
They are the troubadours of the common man, tough, simple, hard-working, basically good-hearted, more than a little wicked, armed, under-appreciated, cursed with dumb hard luck and, above all, patriotic minded.
Thus comes A Voice Divine From Above...Thus...
There are many Performers in the Grand Theatre Of Life & Death!
We back you in your endeavors now back us in our grand adventure
of those hearing Sweet Liberty's Voice Divine calling from
the Heavens Above to but once again arise out from our graves
to but hear her "Sweet Voice Divine" calling once more...
"Just like...
before"... when a new era carnival was just beginning in the
French and American Revolutions of 200 years ago, left now in
history to again return like carnival skeletons out from their
graves and thus once again restore our Life, Love and Liberty.
But Sadly It Seems For Now That...
The Carnival Is Over
The Seekers 1968
Say goodbye my own true lover
As we sing a lover's song.
How it breaks my heart to leave you,
Now the carnival is gone.
High above, the dawn is waking
And my tears are falling rain,
For the carnival is over.
We may never meet again.
Like a drum my heart was beating
And your kiss was sweet as wine,
But the joys of love are fleeting
For Pierrot and Columbine.
Now the harbour light is calling.
This will be our last goodbye.
Tho' the carnival is over
I will love you till I die.
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SADLY THE 200 YEAR AMERICAN CARNIVAL
LOVE AFFAIR WITH LADY LIBERTY IS OVER...
Lady Liberty (1776-1976)
R.I.P.
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THUS AWAKEN UPON A DISTANT "FAR SHORE" &
ENTER LIBERTY'S CALL:
A SWEET VOICE DIVINE
IS NOW HEARD CALLING
FROM THE HEAVENS ABOVE...
So Stop For A Moment, Use Your Brain
Think About It Deeply, As Liberty Points The Way
Thus By You Using Your Divine Thoughts To Ponder
Upon The Meaning Within Her Voice Divine Calling
Now Again Take Pause And Listen...
Can You Now But Hear Her Eternal Voice Divine...
CALLING SWEETLY FORTH FROM THE HEAVENS ABOVE…
IN DESTINY'S DISTANT ECHO...
"I LIFT MY LAMP BESIDES THE GOLDEN DOOR"
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world wide-welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame,
" Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!"cries she
With silent lips. " Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I LIFT MY LAMP BESIDES THE GOLDEN DOOR
by Emma Lazarus, New York City,1883
AWAKEN BACK INTO A MYSTIC JOURNEY
TOWARDS THE RETURN OF THE
COLLECTIVE GATHERING OF SOULS INTO
LIBERTY'S ENCHANTED UNDERTAKING OF
NOBLE VENTURE IN THE QUEST FOR
THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM AWAKENING
SO BEGIN AGAIN TO TRY AS WE MUST TO UNDERSTAND
THE DIVINE UNDERCURRENT OF CELESTIAL LIFE
AND THE COSMIC INEVITABILITY OF DEATH!
SO NOW WELCOME TO DESTINY'S NEXT INELUCTABLE FATE
UPON A DISTANT "FAR SHORE" YET TO BE SEEN...
And Remember There Americans
You Must Love Liberty Enough
To Fight If Thou Must For Your Freedom
Insurrect If Necessary For Your Independence
Thus Breaking Again The Chains Of Oppression
That Try & Bind Us All To It's Evil Horrors.
So To America ~ Seek & Ye Shall Find...
For As True Seekers Of A New Way Of Life shall we not
seek forth but once again like our fore-bearers once
did not so long ago in which they sought out forth towards
new dream awakening horizons upon distant shores of wonder.
Divine Seekers In Search Of Liberty Freedom & Independence.
So Thus...Upon A Diatant "Far Shore"...
The Time hath come again to seek forth once more
As Divine Seekers Of Truth Liberty Freedom & Justice
a new era in which to but seek forth once again in
divine grace in that same manner which first led
our fore-bearers to seek the same dreams at that time.
Just Maybe...
Its time once more to perhaps seek out a new promised land.
For just like our ancestors once did long ago, and they
truly were sacred seekers in search of a new promised land.
And like them we can perhaps stop and listen & remember that it
was in their sacred journey in search of that cherished dream
that we can but hear their faint voices still calling forth
within those sacred seeking distant echoes of the past,
which hath thus brought us all forth here unto the present
And Upon That Distant Far Shore I Can still See Them awaiting.
So perhaps now the time has come once again like then
to but seek a new distant future "Far Shore" dream awakening
within another sacred search for a new promised land.
The Seekers - I'll never find another you (1968)
NOW ENTER AT THE THRESHOLD Crossing Barrier
& Thus find THE WAY UNTO THE ONE REALITY Factor
AMIDST THE COSMIC SPACE HARMONY’s Reawakening
AS A NEW CURTAIN CALL BEGINS TO ARISE AMIDST
THE CONFUSION OF TIMES,AND A GRAND NEW EPIC PASSION PLAY
PRESENTS ITSELF ONCE MORE AS ONCE WAS IN A TIME BEFORE
LONG AGO WHEN THE ROAR OF THE CROWD CAME AS ONE VOICE...
“GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH”
The Arena’s Philosophy of Divine Persuasion
The Arena is not a game. The Arena is not a product. The Arena is not a secret. The Arena is a sacred public ritual and a Munus (a sacred obligation to the dead, a funeral rite) and we have been placed on this earth to perform it for the peoples of the world. So we both have our mission impossible to perform.
The Arena's Sacred Dance of Death
The dance of death was both a warning for powerful men,
a comfort to the poor, and ultimately an invitation to
lead a responsibleand Christian life. But its basic idea
is even more simpler, more timeless: to recall the shortness
of life. It makes men remember that they all will die,
without exception and that a grim saraband of skeletons,
lurks around to take them away.
The dance of death often takes the form of a farandole. There are words exchanged between death and its victims which are painted as verses below the corresponding pictures. The death speech is threatening , cynical, or sacarstic while the man cries for mercy in a last attempt to save his life. Everyone gets into the dance: from the whole clerical hierarchy (pope, cardinals, bishops, abbots, canons, priests), to every single representative of the laic world (emperors, kings, dukes, counts, knights, doctors, merchants, usurers, robbers, peasants, and even innocent children). Death does not care for the social position, nor for the richness, sex, or age of the people it brings into its dance.
THUS THE LONG AWAITED PROMISE
RETURNED FROM OUT OF THE GRAVE
SENDING A RESTLESS WAYWARD WIND
AND A WONDERING SENTINEL’S SHADOW
CASTING ITSELF UPON THE WORLDS STAGE
SIGNALING IN THE TIME APPOINTED TO BEGIN AGAIN...
EVEN WHILST NOW COMETH FORTH
FROM A DISTANT FAR SHORE...
DEATH THE LEVELLER
The glories of our Blood and state
Are Shadows,not substantial things;
There is no Armour against Fate;
Death lays His icy Hand on Kings:
Scepter and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the Dust be equals made
With the Poor crooked Scythe and Spade.
Some men with Swords may Reap the field,
And plant fresh Laurels where they kill:
But their strong nerves at last must yield;
They tame but one another still:
Early or Late
They stoop to Fate,
And must give up their murmuring breath
When they,pale captives,creep to Death.
The Garlands wither on your brow;
Then boast no more your mighty deeds;
Upon Death's purple Alter now
See where the Victor-Victim bleeds:
Your Heads must come
To the cold Tomb;
Only the actions of the Just
Smell sweet,and Blossoms in their Dust.
-James Shirley (1596-1666)
In Tribute To The Seekers & Their Beautiful Music
So I'll see you on the far shore;
I'll see you, then we'll dream again
Of golden days and night we've yet to know.
Yes, I'll see you on the far shore;
I'll see you then; I know I will,
'Cause we've still got a long, long way to go.
Yes, we've still got a long, long way to go.
Yes Someday Not So Far Away
In The Not So Distant Future
I Know I'll Be Seeing You Upon
That Far Shore Of Love & Liberty
But...
Now the harbour light is calling.
This will be our last goodbye.
Tho' the carnival is over
I will love you till I die.
May Lady Liberty's Divine Force Of
Freedoms Spirit That Our Fore-Bearers Had Be With You
& May The Good Lord's Glad Sword Of Peace Protect You
Signed Gladly Sadly & Tragically
At The Sacred PassionSword Blades Edge
We Bitter Over Bitter-Sweet Arena Gladiators
Of The Society Of The Sacred PassionsWord
Thus...
We Shall But Hear Liberty Voice Divine Calling
Once Again Upon Some Distant Far Shore's
Sunny Spring Morning's Bright Shining Dawn
But For Now...
Fade Once Again To The Carnival Is Over...
So To All Those Divine Seekers Who Now Must Seek
Forth A New Tomorrow Within A New Promised Land
Of Peace & Independence, Hope & Freedom, Love & Liberty
