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					PlanetariumRules:

    PRLTICS
    SIASARAE




       mrym fusion
PLANETARIUM RULES: SPIRAL STAIRCASE
Whythisrecording? Whyfinishit. Whyfightthroughtheyears
forit, mywingtattered, myheartinpieces. Hegavemeonlya
slingshotagainsttheirgunsandcontrolofgovernments. Asling
shot--and,yes,ohyes,aguitar! Lyricsandaguitar. Didthe
Masterthinkthatisenoughtochange themeaningof“music”?
To sharewith themhowtopraywhentheydance, andtoshout
whentheysing? Aworldspiraledintomadnessandhingedon
spirallingintolostorbitaroundsomefarawayidolofgoldand
fame,ratherthanclimbingthe staircaseofyourhands. Theyare
notwoodwillingtobebentandmoldedtobecomepartofthat
staircaseforothers. Theyarethe“notreadyforthatyet”people,
theoneswhofearthesilenceoflisteningbecausetheymighthear
youandthenhavetoactuponwhattheyhear--tobeaccountable
tosomethingassacredas“music.” Thatwouldbesomethingfar
toomuchforthis“culture”anditsselectionofflappingbizzards.
Perhapsyouwillhandmeover,too,mydearbrother. Butnot
withoutafight. Iwillwriteforthemacompositionofmylife,and
drawthemthestaircaseIfoundtoclimb. Iwillinvitethemtothat
staircaseandplayforthemmysongs.Iwasaimless,lostwhenI
graduatedfromDartmouthCollege. Ididnotwantanewbegin-
ning,nordidIwanttogobackwardtoit. Ifrozeforatime,and
workedonapoem,thenanovel. Idreamedofamodelplane,of
balsawoodrattlin’inthewind. Thatwasmylife. ButIcouldn’tlet
go. NeithercouldIfinish. Ikeptmovingforward,aimlessit
seemed,wantingtobemusic,butnotfreedinside togivewhatI
hadtogive. Iwantedmyself. Iwantedsomethingsafe. Some-
thingwelltrodden. Somethingfairytale,amiddlepath,acomfort
zone,anideologyofgetalonggoalongwhileactingcourageousin
conversations. Theconversation“heroes”ofcowardice. The
memorabiliaheroes,whohavenotthegutstoenterthespiralof
yourladder,tosincerelystandupandwalkthatnarrowpathwith
you. Neverstickingouttheirnecksforyouandyourlovedones,
onlyforthemselves,fortheirpockets,theirnames,theirpolite
tradinginourrightsandlives. Theywere‘gods,’notservants.
IfoundthepoemsIwrote,thenovelIcouldnotfinish,asIwas
writingthemusicforthisrecording. Iwasstillthereholding,
clingingtothatbalsaplane,stillhearingthewindsabovepleadwith
metoletitgointoheaven’sembracetocarryitwherethewinds
wouldbring. Thesamefacestaringatme,vivid,nowphysical,so
clear,demandingIletgoandclingnomoretomyillusions. Topermit
myonechancetobehisdream. Tobeasbalsawoodrattlinginthe
artisan’shands.“Damnit’scirclinglaughter,taunting...haunting”
...concealing...freeing...releasing...one. Thereisnoclimbingthe
staircaseunlessyousurrender. Indarknessyoufindnoconsolation
buttruth. Youcannotturntowardyourname,nortowardthe
namesofothers. ThereisonlyoneNametowhomyoumustwalk,
throughthedarkness,intrust. Windingthenarrowcorridortothe
door. Thenentrance. Thereyoucanbe“Music.” Hewillgiveyou
backyourlyricsandguitarandmakeyouaslingshot. Andteach
youhowtorockn’roll. Todance.
Thisisapictureofmelookingback,shootingmytoygunattheworld
inarocketship. Blastoff! Candy-applepie,orlongtimehoney?
          Dedicatedinhonorofthemissingrocketships,
          asanofferingtopreventtherocketsthataretheircost.


 Allsongswrittenandarrangedbymrymfusion. (c)bdf
 Muchoftheartworkinthisbookletwascreatedbythesameyouth
 inthisship,orwasfoundinhispicturealbums. Amazingtothink
 aboutthemomentoflifegivingfusion. Whattheywereneverableto
 share,tocreateandbeheard. ImissyouKateri,mylove.
 ThankyouYeshuaforthepartnershipof“art.”
                                                     THE END.
IstoodattheSpanishStepsinRomewithyou,anddreamedofsettingitablaze.
SoIboughtaspanishguitar. AndyandItravelledthecoinsinahatforbread.
    Spiral Staircase                       (c) bdf


There’s a spiral staircase,
that leads through this place,
from earth’n beginnings it was made;
By the hands of a builder, meek in
strength,
who shaped the wood of our prayers
to be seen.
From floor to ceiling, head to toe,
each strike of the
hammer bends him low, Wi’ sweat on his
brow, serenity’s
pace, this poor man carpenter crafted
a dream.
In heaven alone, they know from where
he came.
There’s a desert skyway, through these
barren halls, with
no where to turn but to climb,
where path not trodden,
no stairs to find, ‘till  he shaped
the wood of
our prayers through the night.
                  “Therearemanyhauntingvoicesinlife,
                  butthereisonesamehauntforthemajorityof
                  them.Mostneverclimb.”
Raytoldmethis
parable:TherewasWinding To Your Door: (c) bdf
apuzzlethathad     I see a white mansion,
ononesidethe       on a hill, overlooking the
wholeworldandall . valley below.
itspeople,andon I see a white mansion, from the
 her ve es e
t e rs id          field where I stood with her
onlythefaceof      before.
Christ.Noone       Where I stood with her and
 ol ic
c u dp e e         broke
 og th rt z e
t e e hepu zl The bread of silence, I give
oftheworldand      you thanks
makeusone. Then for this, and there’s some-
amancameand        thing more,
saidyouapproach I was lost in daylight of a
itfromthewrong night so dark, so dim. No one
side.Turnthe       could hear me, they could not
puzzleoverand      find me there..
restoretheimage
oftheman.          Winding the edge of darkness
                   to your door. Winding the walls
                   of silence to your door. Down
                   that narrow pathway,
                   a narrow corridor, Climb the
                   walls of silence to your door.
               I saw an angel “white ,” like a
               statue, he would not move. I
               saw her angel’s face, but she
               doesn’t look like her anymore.
               I heard a woman outside wail-
       ThereIwaseatingabowlof“Cheer-io”“Christianity”thefatlazylo-rek
       triedtosellusinsteadofthetrueChrist.Abowlofsucra-wholey-puffs.
       Thereisno          Beneath Each Thorn (c) bdf*
       prayerunless
       itisasincere      Round and round in circles
       dialogue,of       ‘TilmythoughtsreturntowhereIstand
       Listening,and     And the meaning of acceptance in lost
       tutfly
        rlhul            Beforemybrokeneyes.Sowherewould
       replying.If       theworldbe,ifallwould
       youlieto          think like you and me? And we tore
       Him, you will     downeachrosetoseeathorn?
       notbecome...

Canyougivemejustalittlebitmore,
Canyougivemesomethingworthfightingfor
Can you give me just a little bit more each day?
Tellmejustalittlebitmore,
Tellmewhatwasworthdyingfor,
Forbeneatheverythornliesarose,
Waiting to be found. When words can build or can kill
                 why do we tear you down? When what was
        sweettooursenses,broughtpaintothetouch....
    I’veforgottentheanswerstothe
    questions always on my mind,
    ButthemeaningofYourloveshines
    brightthroughthedeadofnight.
When will the world know that each of us
Youlovethesame,
Forbeneatheverythornliesarose
Waitingtobefound.
*FromJoshuaSun, RosaMystica CD, (c)1995, lyrics andmusic writtenby
Fusonie;Rev.1995andrecordedwithErikKaszynskiand MichaelHeneise.
Wailing Wall              (c) bdf

WailingWall,oldforgottencity,childrendancing
                     inthestreets,theyplaybefore
                     herfall. EchoesofAncientDays,
                     repeatherSong,oldwayspass
                     away,theWine-skinbreaks,
                       eert!
                       Clbae
                       Threedaystobuildthatwall,
                       Threedays,InJerusalem.
                                      Wailingwalls,
                                      Thegravitations
                                      pullingme,to
         carrysomeone         else’sdreamtothe
promised        land. Blackeninthisdesertheat,to
                 capture the Sun, a memory in His
hand                   abricktobuildthewall.A
                   brick to build Jerusalem .
                       eert!
                       Clbae
                        Threedaystobuildthatwall,
                        Threedays,InJerusalem.
WhenI’mthirsting,inthisdesertheat,youtellme
things you know about me; my hope is restored. You gave me
waterfromstones,in              thisdesert.
Celebrate! Childrendancebeforeherfall.
Beneath a cherry blossom sky ...
Hands,Water,&Mud (I Hear Your Heart) (c) bdf
    Brickbybrick,stonebystone,
    Together we lay the foundation, one man mixin’
    thedark,light,youngandold,
    Afortresstobuild,afortresstohold,
    throughthemanyyears.
    Brickbybrick,thesandcrushedtostone,
    Made by these hands still watered in mud,
    Atthepotter’swheel,Isawawomanrefined,
    Her treasure, her diamond, walled up inside
    The many years.
    Which way, will she turn?
    Sometimes I can hear your heartbeat next to me,
    Sometimes I can hear your heartbeating,
    Calling me in from the cold,
    Sometimes I can hear yoru heart beat
    and then your gone.
    Theglassisraised,abuildertotrust
    What He made in these hands still watered in mud,
    At the potter’s wheel, I dream of a woman refined
    forthemanyyears.
    Sometimes I can hear your heart beating, and
    thenyou’regone.
In boxes with windows and
wheels underneath, they
think they are living in
their fancy machines, but
you knew it was just a
color parade, and then they
are gone.
The Windmill    (c) bdf

The windmill turns,
Where the west wind blows,
And the world moves on ...
Through the fields of
Sunflowers golden, in the sun ...
And the windmill turns,
Across the sea of your love,
To where the wild is frozen, in time
the flowers were gone, she keeps moving on ...
The windmill tuns,
as the west wind blows, but
the world moves on, and on, and on
Jn 14:11-12, 15-17
          Salt Sha-ker!
          (Constellation Sky)    (c) bdf

          Be my salt shaker,
          On the dance floor. Gen 19:26
          Be my salt shaker,    Mt 5:13
          Share with me your hour
          glass.
          Be my salt shaker,
          Sprinkle me with your light.
          Be my salt shaker,     Mk 9:49
          Cover me like
          The constellation sky,
          Let your light shine.
          Be the apple of my eye.
          Be my salt sha-ker,    Lk
          14:34
          Tenderize me -- some more.
N t Nuclear Destruction
          Be my salt shakers,
          On the dance floor,
          Season the eco-logic-ALL
                     world right!


          Maybe Tomorrow     (c) bdf
        Planetarium Slides:
Jer1:4-18;23:12-19;20-34 Nah1:3   Isa40:3;Mt3:3;12:14;Lk3:4; Jn14:6 Dan11:40;12

            Ceiling Fan (c) bdf                Ex 13:21; 40:34; Num 9:15; 12:5
                                                   Deut31:15;Isa4:5;Mt17:1-11
            Let your wind blow, a cool breeze, through my window,
            breakthissomberheat. Shadowsdancing,acrossthese
            walls, circling above my head, ceiling fan, keep me
            cool. Astraightpath withcrookedlines. Letyour
            wordscome,breaktheveilofnight,inspiration,like
            a spinning wheel churning, A funnel cloud, darkness
            surrounds, and in my room, I hear you call. A
            straightpathwithcrookedlines.

                 Cross winds are blowing, I feel the wind at my
                 back, waves crashingbeneath me, my feetare
                 firm. I catch your glance from a distance, on a
                 faroffcloudthatIsee,I’dliketomeet,liketo
                 befreewithyou.Risinghigheverfaster,wood
                 bent never breaks, bend me ‘round, from the
                 ground, from the clay, tothesky,Carry me!
                 “1shua,letmyguitarbeasachariot offire...”
            Clock is ticking on the wall, time is moving slow, Yet
            another day goes by the hour hand orbiting the ground
            below, this day goes by, and I hear above me now,
            Ceiling fan, Keep me cool.
            *Sugar-ConeFreezeor SaltyBreeze ToKeepYouCool?
            To theright is my dad, who for some reason bought ice creamskiing.
Dt5:1-33 Theydidnotwanttogetup,getoutthedoor. Theydidnotwant
Ex20:1-24 everlastingpeace,onlytoplaycoldmusic&pretendtobe“cool.”


                                        throw,north,thron,
PreciousDays (c)bdf                     thorn,nothr,roth
                                        n, oth rn, y turn,
Oh precious moment,                     ro t nh (ny), trot
when I give my life to                  hn (ym), noh rt,
you, Oh precious mo-                    no trh, no try,
                                        tonhr...allfor
ment, my heart must                     pennies.
be true. Eph 5:1-20
                            Thetime to consider, the time to
                            make the heavens new, the
                            rainfalltheglitter,thericein
                            theair. Sincerity,it’swhatwe
                            need, the promises she made to
                            me, I’m holding on when my
                                             sensesaredark,
                        “Gentle              yetIbelieve
                        Forgiveness”
         Lam 4:6        He said as he
         2Thess1:9      planned to       InPrecioudays,
                        killour                    ork
                                                  l-es
          Hos9:7        children.
Letusnotthrowit                       Cheerry-ohnoGracia!
                      “Tolerating”is
allawayonourselves. hell.
Letusnotwastethe                      and Mr. Dead Lemon.
lives we have 2 Chr 34:5; Ezk 20:38
Mal3:3;Heb9:14;  The cup in the saucer, the smoke in the
     Jer23:40    air,thechillofNow-ember,thestain-
Dan3:19;Mt13:42 glassedwalls. Sincerity,iswhatweneed.

Isa42:13; Ezk21:17;Mt5:19-29;18.9;
Lk12:5;7:28;9:48; Rev.22
Crystalvoyagenotcrystalnecks.
Deut5:17,18-19
6-10,11;Ex20
Exod         Rachel Weeping                 (c) bdf
Mal2:13-17;
3:13-20,21-24
                 “Iwilldemand anaccountingforhumanlife...” Gen9:5-7
     4:1 2 3 2
Isa4 - , - 0
 sa4 4- 8
i 5:2 2
I a4 : - 6
 s 912;          “[Some]inthecrowdsaidtohim,‘Teacher,silenceyourfollowers.’ Hesaidin
50:1NoConsm-t; reply,‘Itellyou,iftheykeepsilent,thestoneswillcryout!’”Lk19:39-40.
   2-5,
    8            We can turn and walk away,
   9-11
  51:4-18
55:10-11
  62:6           And close our eyes to all we see,
Jer1: 5;         But we’ll never change the way
Ps139:13-16 things are
Gen4:9-11        From the distance we now keep.
Lk1:41-44
Tob7:13,8:5-9 So run, run away
Mt19:6-9         Turn to where you think you’re safe,
1Thess4:3-8 And let the children bleed tonight.
2Kng2:2-22 From where I stand, I just can’t
Noonepoliced
marriMge,        see,
HenceHegave. How we can “choose” to let them
Child & Comm bleed,
 eeiir
Bnfcay           When the stones will cry out for
 otat:
Cnrcs
  fyo .Iwil their
“I u.         l”             blood.
Gen9:1-17? Have you ever stopped to wonder why,
Gen22,18,19? In living fields a child should die?
Ex24:1-7         When the stones will cry out for
Judg13:1-25
1Sam5-20         their blood?
Mt 19 “I Do”
Alsoporneia:
Mt19:6-9
Deut22:13-21
Presumption
2 Mac 7
                                                           Mish-pa W
Roulette (I Did Not Know Your Name)
                                Ishe                                I
(c) bdf                                                    M        M
                                                             Gn 1:1 D
                                                           Rev Ex2:10
Had I known, had they but tried,                           Rythm    o
                                     Rev22:16
The lines would not be blind in red, Rm 15:12               s--
                                                           Iar      W
Had we heard, had they but said,     Isa11:10               s--h
                                                           Ihua
I would not take an innocent life.
                          Isa55:13      Mt3:10             D
But when they said to me:                                  r       W
                                        1Tim6:10           a       I
“Allissafe,be‘free’”                                       w-      N
And I believed them in my heart.        Prov12:3           n       t
                                                           M       r
I did not know your name,               honor
When they took from me your life.
Timetocountthecost.                      or
                                        yu

MsawMSelfontheWaterofHisInfinitePerson,andsawHisSon,W,
                                           ot
                                          ros
“W-h-o”laterbecameahumanbeing,azygote,AcocneptusonceMary’segg,
HerDNA“half”hisgenes.SoaPlannedCriminalsoldMaryapilltokillHim.
*Inthe UnitedStates thereare over10,000childrenmurderedeach
daydisguisedas“thepill.” Theyknewitwas abortion,
but told youit was a “safe contraceptive.” They knew it was
first usedtoinduceabortions,andalso toinduce “withdrawal
bleeding” in women having no menses. It did this by inducing
theshedding of the lining and contents of her uterus, even if she
has conceived. The pill inserts atnote 6explicitly admit the fact
that a woman bleeds at the end of the pill cycle does not in any
reliable way mean she had not conceived a child! See VOX-
COM.COM for more information. A child’s
life depends upon you refusing to use
the Pill , De po-Pr overa , Nor plan t, An ti-
Dancing In Old Photographs (c) bdf
We are dancingin old photographs, review the past
Beawareofwhereyouwere,whereyouaregoing.
Coilslikethoughtunveilthetime,breakthroughtheirlines,
Sand,capsules,castles,weareunravelling.
And the ocean bed washes away, the underplay, the soot and
thecon-oarsarefadingaway,butneveracceptingtheblame.
“Getalonglittlepony,getalong”
Getalong withwhat theytold you,
Orgetyourlifetogether,andgiveyourlivesbacktoGod.
Sand,capsules,weareunravelling...

We’vegotapictureoflove,
Wecan’tescape,thefact
We’vegothisphotograph

And the ocean bed washed it all away, the underplay,
So becertain nowof whereyou were, where weare going.
Wewerestrangersinthissamehouse,hauntingthesesame
walls, now memories of how it can never be again:
“Getalonglittleponies,getalong”
Orgetyourlifetogetehr,andgoveyourlifebacktoGod.
Lord,I’mnotafraid,notafraidtospeakthetruth.
I give my life back to you.
Peripheral Vision (c) bdf                Semitic:        prh   =   re:
fertility
                                         Por   =    against,   con-
tra;      Pro=   For
                                  NH = B ell y, L if e,
Sustaining   Life
Are you    Por-NH   (Por-NEAH)      or   Pro-NH (Pro-
Life)?        Peri-odis (Gk = “fertile cycle”)
IM-NH   or   MI-NH?     Intending Mt 19:4-9 or    to
create your own separate “reality”?
                 The truth is you need M’s Consent. (“joined by” God)


                 Peripheralvision
                 Take it all in
              Peripheral vision
             Every consequence has an end
            Stepoutsideyourselves
            Look around at what we did
          Then change it                        z-nh=por-nh
          Make it end.
       per-sonvs.por-shper-ishinparizperi-she-z
M=W therefore E=W
E=m M3=1 00
poor persist
TheMass. ThereyoufindthePower.
*Unlessthesetwosolarsystemscan meetandbejoinedat
their centers by Him alone who can be their
Center, they have little hope of ... The dia-
FIRST     THINGS       New Beginnings            (c) bdf
:
SpecialThanksto        Come   so   far,   turned   my  head   around
Chris Allain and       Come   so   far,   to   believe   again,
SteveBedigianfor       The   past   is   over,
their helpon bass      Moving    forward    now,   together    ...
anddrums respec-
tively for many of
thetracksofthis        I’ve   come   so   far  to   be   where    I
CD; Jim West at West   stand.    Forgotten     dreams,     they        re-
Sound Studio who       turn     again.
hasbeengreatto
workwithrecording;     When   I  was     child,   I   held   it   in     my
’Shu in a box, who     hands,    But    wouldn’t    let    go.
came and went like
ahousecat,rather       With   each    step    I   take,    I  resist;
than loyal dog
(God). He put me to    I   won’t    look    back,
thetestagain,rather    I’m   climbing     that     ladder    to   forget
than just being a      the    past
friendforlives;and     And   my    stregnth     will   not   fail   me
for the women of my
dreams, one who        now,    I’m    breaking     free    from   chains
I’veyettofind.         fo   tin    That   weighed     me   down.
                       I’m    letting     go!
Vocals,guitars,and
pianosareme. Just
an ape like the        New     beginnings     come     around,
MasterI’mchasing,      When    you    least   are    found,
carryingfrank-         And    the   world    is    passing    away.
incense and mrym.      New     beginnings,      come     around,
Buthe’smybrother.
SometimesI don’t       When     you    least    believe
much like him, but     that    the   world   can    show   you   the
must obey Him.         way.
Noticethetwoh’s.
He’stheticket,door,
and door-prize. Do     I’m climbing that           ladder
nothopetogetthere      In Jacob’s dream.
BalsaWood Rattling (c) bdf
Damnitscircling laughter
Sensing the wood rattling in my hands
Unsureoflettinggo,unwilling
torepentofitsdesignsforthis
Wooden craft. Damn its circling laugh!

Everythingincycles,triplets,paradoxes,paradigms,
taunting,encircling;asthespindrifts,wastingtheirdayson
makeshiftfloats,thatsinkbeneaththeweightoftruth.

Are there any spin doctors in heaven?

I released the broken model plane purchased for me by
my father when I was young, and set it free to the winds,
listening to his old reel to real singing again, “Catch a
paintedpony, letthe spinningwheel...”

                                        “Your time will come.”

All songs and poetry created and arranged by Mrym Fusion, as were the
drawings and much of the photography and other graphic art in this
booklet. Artisirreplaceable. Itisourcreativecommunication.
I pray for a new beginning, and a Catholic (which means “Universal”)
Re-Naissaneofthe“arts,”toreclaimourheritageinthebeautyoftruth.
Art makes no excuses for the eyes of the Creator. It is unashamed to tear
/ tare down walls dividing us from the right to the truth, in politics,
in music, and in com-m-unity. Christ first, then all will be well.
Wasting Time (c) bdf
    DidIevertellyou?...
    I am going to shout it out
Atthetopofthehills.
Thecostumeswecalled
“Fallfromgrace.”Theirony
ofitstill,I’mgoingtoshout“Theyshotatourwings.”
itoutfortheirfreedom’ssake.
Pilgrimage.LetFreedomRing.
I’m throwing a boomerang from
thequicksand,thistimeitcan’tcomeback.
He’scominghome. Pilgrimage.
Thecupisraised, thetoastismade,
Reunitethisbrokendream.Pilgrimage...

VOX-COM.COM
Carlos, she tried to make a devil out of me.
This time I’m going to catch the right one,
                    He’s coming home
within the permit, and carry her home.
       (c) mrym fusion, 2001. All Rights Reserved.   ISNA-1-US

				
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