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		<title>Comment on Miracles by Anonymous</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jun 2006 07:41:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I like your site very much, how can i find owner of this site?

Regards
Tomash Sanderson 
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I like your site very much, how can i find owner of this site?</p>
<p>Regards<br />
Tomash Sanderson</p>
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		<title>Comment on Alchemy And The Pillars Of Christianity by artkunkin</title>
		<link>http://burningword.com/archives/111/comment-page-1#comment-137</link>
		<dc:creator>artkunkin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Chris. I read your article with great interest. I have been a practicing laboratory and spiritual alchemist for some 30 years, have edited an alchemy magazine and completed a seven year alchemical apprenticeship. I was sent your article by a friend (Kanya) and would like to correspond with you but I have been unable to find an email address for you. Mine is artkunkin@gmail.com. My website is www.alchemyrevealed.com. I believe I have made the legendary Philosopher&#039;s Stone and am willing to share my research with any interested persons who reads this site, particularly with Chris Wiersema (who obviously had a great inner motivation to do the excellent job of research for this posting. Alchemy is very real. The Philosopher&#039;s Stone is very real. My work has consisted of merging ancient alchemy with modern science and, in all modesty, I believe I have succeeded. If you doubt me, please read my website and send me an email 200 years from now. Cordially, Art Kunkin</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Chris. I read your article with great interest. I have been a practicing laboratory and spiritual alchemist for some 30 years, have edited an alchemy magazine and completed a seven year alchemical apprenticeship. I was sent your article by a friend (Kanya) and would like to correspond with you but I have been unable to find an email address for you. Mine is <a href="mailto:artkunkin@gmail.com">artkunkin@gmail.com</a>. My website is <a href="http://www.alchemyrevealed.com" rel="nofollow">http://www.alchemyrevealed.com</a>. I believe I have made the legendary Philosopher&#8217;s Stone and am willing to share my research with any interested persons who reads this site, particularly with Chris Wiersema (who obviously had a great inner motivation to do the excellent job of research for this posting. Alchemy is very real. The Philosopher&#8217;s Stone is very real. My work has consisted of merging ancient alchemy with modern science and, in all modesty, I believe I have succeeded. If you doubt me, please read my website and send me an email 200 years from now. Cordially, Art Kunkin</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Storm That Got Away by Anonymous</title>
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		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Freada - Have always enjoyed your work here, but this is the first time in a while that I felt the need to respond to one of your pieces.

&quot;The Storm That Got Away&quot; moved me, it was amazing. Pretty much perfect. The closest I ever got to the southern end of the states was Texas - and that was in winter. 

I was there in spirit because of this poem. 


Richard</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Freada &#8211; Have always enjoyed your work here, but this is the first time in a while that I felt the need to respond to one of your pieces.</p>
<p>&#8220;The Storm That Got Away&#8221; moved me, it was amazing. Pretty much perfect. The closest I ever got to the southern end of the states was Texas &#8211; and that was in winter. </p>
<p>I was there in spirit because of this poem. </p>
<p>Richard</p>
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		<title>Comment on Angelica,  Lady of the May by Anonymous</title>
		<link>http://burningword.com/archives/775/comment-page-1#comment-133</link>
		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you for your kind comment.  This poem is the beginning of a book that will cronicle the lives of several generations of women whose knowledge of herbology and spells will have startling implications in their lives as well as the lives of others. The story will see the family travel from ancient Constantinople through the post-Civil War American South of Mark Twain, to Louisiana during Reconstruction, and finally Pensacola, Florida where the book will close at the beginning of World War II. (I HOPE.)  All this is dancing around in my mind as I do research on herbs, spells, the popular occult figures of the times, and a small people called the Gagauzi who settled around Moldavia and resisted the Islamic faith, holding to their shamanic religion.  It all sounds rather complicated, and it is.  But if it works out the way I want it to, it should be interesting.  Any suggestions on references in herbology would be greatly appreciated!  I&#039;ve found some fantastic web sites, but can always use more research materials.  I LOVE doing research on the web.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for your kind comment.  This poem is the beginning of a book that will cronicle the lives of several generations of women whose knowledge of herbology and spells will have startling implications in their lives as well as the lives of others. The story will see the family travel from ancient Constantinople through the post-Civil War American South of Mark Twain, to Louisiana during Reconstruction, and finally Pensacola, Florida where the book will close at the beginning of World War II. (I HOPE.)  All this is dancing around in my mind as I do research on herbs, spells, the popular occult figures of the times, and a small people called the Gagauzi who settled around Moldavia and resisted the Islamic faith, holding to their shamanic religion.  It all sounds rather complicated, and it is.  But if it works out the way I want it to, it should be interesting.  Any suggestions on references in herbology would be greatly appreciated!  I&#8217;ve found some fantastic web sites, but can always use more research materials.  I LOVE doing research on the web.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Angelica,  Lady of the May by Anonymous</title>
		<link>http://burningword.com/archives/775/comment-page-1#comment-132</link>
		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Freada.  

I love the mood of this.  The continuum.  It&#039;s really beautiful and herby.  ~smile~


Wonderful to read you again!

Paddy



If I can&#039;t dance, I&#039;m not coming to your revolution.  
 
~Emma Goldman</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Freada.  </p>
<p>I love the mood of this.  The continuum.  It&#8217;s really beautiful and herby.  ~smile~</p>
<p>Wonderful to read you again!</p>
<p>Paddy</p>
<p>If I can&#8217;t dance, I&#8217;m not coming to your revolution.  </p>
<p>~Emma Goldman</p>
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		<title>Comment on c. e. laine by Anonymous</title>
		<link>http://burningword.com/archives/661/comment-page-1#comment-130</link>
		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A well written piece on a hard to write about subject. Touches the deeper emotions of those who have had similar experiences. The last 3 lines were remarkable. Thank you for sharing this.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A well written piece on a hard to write about subject. Touches the deeper emotions of those who have had similar experiences. The last 3 lines were remarkable. Thank you for sharing this.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Eulogy by Anonymous</title>
		<link>http://burningword.com/archives/694/comment-page-1#comment-129</link>
		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I find myself questioning the title. Is it really an Eulogy? &quot;But I will not \ see them reach full growth. &quot; The poem seems more defiant than lamenting. 

patrick seth</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I find myself questioning the title. Is it really an Eulogy? &#8220;But I will not \ see them reach full growth. &#8221; The poem seems more defiant than lamenting. </p>
<p>patrick seth</p>
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		<title>Comment on Eulogy by Anonymous</title>
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		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your poem opens with such charming and gentle imagery, and I felt at once that I could see your beautiful and majestic tree blossoming with berries and sprinkled with it&#039;s gifts from heaven. I could feel relaxed and safe under the tree&#039;s silent protection- but suddenly the horrid mechanical roar of that monstrous cold chainsaw fills my ears as it ruthlessly devours the innocent and unoffending pillar of life. My eyes fill with tears as I look over the fallen hero who leaves but a small dead stump as the monument of his once colossal rule. King Norton II has just banned the use of chainsaws. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your poem opens with such charming and gentle imagery, and I felt at once that I could see your beautiful and majestic tree blossoming with berries and sprinkled with it&#8217;s gifts from heaven. I could feel relaxed and safe under the tree&#8217;s silent protection- but suddenly the horrid mechanical roar of that monstrous cold chainsaw fills my ears as it ruthlessly devours the innocent and unoffending pillar of life. My eyes fill with tears as I look over the fallen hero who leaves but a small dead stump as the monument of his once colossal rule. King Norton II has just banned the use of chainsaws.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Eulogy by Anonymous</title>
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		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My goodness...this is beautiful. I live in wisconsin and the trees here each have a personality of thier own. 

I especially liked...

The chainsaw&#039;s grind and sputter
punctuate the air. In moments 
the yard is adrift in deadfall. 
With the last bite, the chain binds, 
jitters, 
then releases. 

This poem makes me feel like I&#039;m there with you.
Wonderful job with this one.

Take Care,

Nora Weston
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My goodness&#8230;this is beautiful. I live in wisconsin and the trees here each have a personality of thier own. </p>
<p>I especially liked&#8230;</p>
<p>The chainsaw&#8217;s grind and sputter<br />
punctuate the air. In moments<br />
the yard is adrift in deadfall.<br />
With the last bite, the chain binds,<br />
jitters,<br />
then releases. </p>
<p>This poem makes me feel like I&#8217;m there with you.<br />
Wonderful job with this one.</p>
<p>Take Care,</p>
<p>Nora Weston</p>
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		<title>Comment on Rhonda Ward by Anonymous</title>
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		<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I hope Amari is still dancing. Thank you for this lovely poem.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hope Amari is still dancing. Thank you for this lovely poem.</p>
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