Sustainable Green Team Ltd. (SGTM)

[deanna-hopkins]

No, you were also right. These are Fairies. Hard to explain, but since 2008 and I was a driver on the McCain Palin campaign I play guitar. And from time to time, when I’m in a gig, I see these things in the mist in the corner of a smokey room. They look like little angels playing flutes, liars and whistles. I kid you not, and nor do I need Ally McBeel to represent me in a unicorn trial, however I think there is something going on with the whole fairies dancing to the music we musicians make. Even at church when Bob Doll plays organ and you look outside in he wind going through the trees. It also happens on those mornings or evenings when the dew is settling, in the mist, in the shadows and in the places where our mind must mend and meld the scraps of reality we can see, hear and smell into a realm of the tangible within our mind and memory. Within there, there is a realm of fairies and this other figure I see, a Valkyrie, a woman with a sword and bronze helmet and blonde hair who rides a white horse, they watch over me. It’s hard to explain without sounding like a tripped out dude who may have eaten one too many mushrooms, however I’ve never really been into the mushroom or LSD thing and all of these visions are purely from my own imagination; occasionally aided by red wine and cannabis. HOwever, the fairies, those angels who dance in the smokey mist in the high ceiling corners as I play guitar and no one notices accept myself and the occasional mystical brother or sister who sees what I see, smells what I smell, and I hears what I hear, they are real.