i know what i am

After a long long long time i now know what i am. a term came to my attention today that i have never heard before. after much study and many tears of recognition, the title will be taken.

before i say what it is, allow me to explain some of my frustration.

imagine being able to know of a past life from the time you are 2. imagine starting to travel to the other worlds by the age of 4. then becoming in love with art music and dance and cant live without any of it. add in psychic predictions, healing with hands, then healing of minds, and finally working energy and being in touch with spirits and gods on a daily basis.
I have been called gifted, cursed, blessed, strange, odd, wondrous, impossible, an angel, a witch, a shaman, stupid, smart, wise beyond my years and crazy.

i am happy to say i am all of the above. i am what they call a knower.

i have been crying all day with excitement and satisfaction that FINALLY something fits me like a glove.

....and so my work begins....

THE DAY NEW ORLEANS CRIED by val

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How this city used to make me smile.
And I knew if they had a chance
That they could make us sing and dance
And, maybe, we'd be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper that was delivered.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more breath.

I cant remember if I spit
When I read about the colts and how they did,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the new orleans cried.

So high high, with american pride.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
And dem good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
Singin this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die"

Did you wear your black and gold,
And did you believe what you were told,
when we said that they would win?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can football save our mortal souls,
after katrinas deadly winds blow?

Well, I know that youre in love with them
`cause I saw you dancing in the gym.
Y'all just kicked up your shoes.
Man, I dig those saints and blues.

there was the denver broncin bucks
With a red carnations and western luck,
But I placed my bet for a buck.
The day new orleans cried.

I started singin,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."

Now fourty years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,
But thats not how its gonna be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
marching down the streets in new orleans
And a voice that came to you and me,

Oh, when the saints came marching down,
The king and queen did a noble bow.
when the courtroom was ajourned;
the verdict was returned.
its thirty one to seventeen,
final score for new orleans
you boys have answered all our dreams
you played the colts and they got creamed
The day new orleans cried.

We were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."

Helter skelter in a football swelter.
colts fans flew off to a fallout shelter,
Eight feet high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
the british came with who dat tunes
We all got up to dance,
Oh, the colts never had a chance!
`cause the saints took over the field;
The linemen refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the new orleans cried?

We started singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."


Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: drew be nimble, drew be quick!
and dont forget your winning trick
Cause prayer is our only friend.

Oh, and as I watched them on the stage
in history they turned a page.
No curse born in hell
Could break a new orleans saints spell.
And as the cheers climbed high into the night
To start the sacrificial rite,
I saw the saints laughing with delight
The day new orleans cried

they were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."


I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
she just smiled and said today.
I went down to the french quarter
Where Id heard the games from years before,
people marching down the corradore all the way.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
all our hearts no longer broken.
And the three men I admire most:
drew brees, the team , and the coach,
home they came for a parade to host
The day new orleans cried.

And they were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."

They were singing,
"high high, on american pride."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
listening to the colts fry.
Them good old boys were being blessed and kept dry
singin, "this is not the day that we die.
"this is not the day that we die."

val 2010