LET YOUR SPIRIT BE...
i want to break free"I Want To Break Free"
by: Queen I want to break free, I want to break free I want to break free from your lies You're so self satisfied I don't need you I've got to break free God knows, God knows I want to break free. I've fallen in love I've fallen in love for the first time And this time I know it's for real I've fallen in love, yeah God knows, God knows I've fallen in love. It's strange but it's true I can't get over the way you love me like you do But I have to be sure When I walk out that door Oh how I want to be free, baby Oh how I want to be free, Oh how I want to break free. But life still goes on, I can't get used to, living without, living without, Living without you by my side I don't want to live alone, hey God knows, got to make it on my own So baby can't you seeI've got to break free. I've got to break free I want to break free, yeah |
from this fallen state"... From this Dimension"
by: Jacques Break away from this fallen state, Break free from society I want to break free from life’s lies They are so self satisfied I don’t need them I need a moment on my own God knows, God knows I want to break free. I've fallen in love WITH LIFE AND MYSELF I've fallen in love for the first time And this time I know it's for real I've fallen in love WITH MYSELF, yeah God knows, God knows I've fallen in love. It's strange but it's true I can't get over the way you love me like you do But I have to be sure WHEN I JUMP OUT THAT DOOR Oh how I want to be free, baby Oh how I want to be free, I NEED SOME TIME AND SPACE ON MY OWN But life still goes on, this fallen state we’re inI can't get used to, living without, living without, Living without my RIG on my back I need some space and time on my own, hey God knows, got to make it on my own So society can you see... I've got to break free. I've got to break free I want to break free, yeah |
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ZS - BLUSKIES
I sweep the skies with fire and steel My highway is the cloud I swoop, I soar, aloft I wheel My engine laughing loud I fight with gleaming blades the wind That dares dispute my path I leave the howling storm behind I ride upon it's wrath. I laugh to see your tiny world Your toys of homes, your cars I rove an endless road unfurled Where the mile stones are the stars And far below, men wait and peer For what my coming brings I fill their quaking hearts with fear For freedom...is in my wings. |
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Before you're altimeter reads 11 000FT
The winter months are fine... Layer on layer clothing helps before the adrenaline kicks in, but a stifling hot day in late November and professional
jumpsuits aren't very well vented. Body sweat in the combination of heat and nerves. Once we finally board the plane I抦 certain every time that this is
the hottest I had ever been in an airplane.
We cram sixteen jumpers and a pilot into an area that wouldn't make a proper bathroom. I decide every flight that this is the most effective way to get someone new to jump out of an airplane; they got to choose between the jump or sweating to death in the confines of that hot metal box. The rules are, check your altimeter and on 1 000ft, you may release your safety belt. Ascending, ascending, ascending... Watching your altimeter climb feet by feet!
On 6 000ft, your helmet on.... On 10 000ft your skydiving goggles...
As the plane ascend though, the temperature becomes cooler. Much cooler. In fact, it starts to get downright chilly. With a body already slick with sweat I
cant bear the thought of the biting cold wind.
The tiniest bit of relief quickly turns into a new nightmare. Nevertheless, Im determined to go through with this, every time. This is the feeling of a
skydiver with over a 1000 jumps to his/her name. You check your altimeter. Conditioning the mind after a few jumps...
Once that door opens on 10 000ft and the orange signal to get ready to jump lights up; deep breath in and deep out, deep in, and deep out! It really
works. The first few jumps your are very uncertain how to approach that door, sliding on your behind. The next few you bend a bit and walk over to
it quickly... You look down to mother earth. Its breathtaking. There and then the fear is gone.
PURE ADRENALIN... And that's why we are called SKYDIVERS!
jumpsuits aren't very well vented. Body sweat in the combination of heat and nerves. Once we finally board the plane I抦 certain every time that this is
the hottest I had ever been in an airplane.
We cram sixteen jumpers and a pilot into an area that wouldn't make a proper bathroom. I decide every flight that this is the most effective way to get someone new to jump out of an airplane; they got to choose between the jump or sweating to death in the confines of that hot metal box. The rules are, check your altimeter and on 1 000ft, you may release your safety belt. Ascending, ascending, ascending... Watching your altimeter climb feet by feet!
On 6 000ft, your helmet on.... On 10 000ft your skydiving goggles...
As the plane ascend though, the temperature becomes cooler. Much cooler. In fact, it starts to get downright chilly. With a body already slick with sweat I
cant bear the thought of the biting cold wind.
The tiniest bit of relief quickly turns into a new nightmare. Nevertheless, Im determined to go through with this, every time. This is the feeling of a
skydiver with over a 1000 jumps to his/her name. You check your altimeter. Conditioning the mind after a few jumps...
Once that door opens on 10 000ft and the orange signal to get ready to jump lights up; deep breath in and deep out, deep in, and deep out! It really
works. The first few jumps your are very uncertain how to approach that door, sliding on your behind. The next few you bend a bit and walk over to
it quickly... You look down to mother earth. Its breathtaking. There and then the fear is gone.
PURE ADRENALIN... And that's why we are called SKYDIVERS!
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GONE WRONG meaning FAILED level 5 first attempt... Check die klap teen die kop, haha!
Kyk die knieg... Bietjie geploeg?
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