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The “Council of Seven” has answered many questions that have arisen for me in the past. Here Marc and I chat with them and receive information that we hope will help us all. They said that they are happy to return whenever called upon, so I’m sure that we will be hearing from them again…
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Diane: Okay so where are we and why? Marc: This is the Waterfall of Halicon. Diane: What goes on here? Marc: Radiance happens here. Diane: Explain please…. Marc: Energy is stored here and is available for souls to rejuvenate after a harsh life. It is like a spa for the soul. Diane: Who created it?…
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Marc is interested in sharing some of the places that he has visited in his “gypsy travels” since he has left earth and asked if I would like to come along with him! He didn’t have to ask me twice. How lucky am I to go traveling with Marc Bolan! We are calling them “Cosmic…
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Since Marc and I both love the 1920s era and the film stars associated with that time, we thought we would contact some of them and see what they are up to now. Our first guest is Louise Brooks. She made the bobbed haircut famous and starred in Pandora’s Box. Marc: She is here –…
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The quiver of the quill Dips sorrow into the smoky Din of the heartless soul Papier-mâché bandits tip The acid of desire onto the Thorny hooves of the demon Wanderlust is naked On the throne of despair Wielding the torch Of all encompassing twilight Everlasting fate rips its hand open On the pin cushion of…
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Diane: So what about our visit with Bowie a few days ago. Can you tell me what “Bowie TV” is again? Marc: Well it’s a way of communication between our dimensions. Diane: And is there a specific goal? Is this why he is grouping celebrities together for afterlife interviews with mediums down here? Marc: Yes that’s an…
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Lunar mountains fall prey to the ravages of time Howling on the footprints of darkened illusions Hercules in his infinite wisdom Gathers dew dust from the dawn Raining down as sweet nectar from the Gods Lightening strikes the womb of the scorched earth Stomping on the hourglass of time Sins roam free from the dry ice of love…
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The gilded cage of a withered lily Shines brightly in the rays of the moon Orpheus descends upon the scene Eyeing with discernment Its once held beauty A petal drops noiselessly to the floor Heard only by the ghosts of the ancient hall As another day dawns The remnants are swept away by the wind…
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(This was written to his fans and Marc asked that it be posted on the anniversary of his passing.) I am not all that you seek But I am more than a clue To ride the winds of freedom By the light of the moon You ask for me often Though I haven’t gone far Listen…
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Diane: So have you been doing any of your gypsy exploring recently? Marc: No…I’ve been staying here for awhile – closer to earth so we can more easily talk. I’ll probably go further afield next week. I get hit with a lot of energy this time of year (around the anniversary of his passing). Diane:…