Did you know you can join Moove for free?
Build your very own free virtual world with 3D chat rooms on your PC.
Furnish your virtual 3D rooms, decorate it with your pictures - with Webcam & Voice
Choose your 3D avatar for online chat. Dress up and decorate with free outfits and interiors.
Match & meet friends for 3D chat with Romance, flirt, hugs, kisses and more...
Decorate, Dress Up, Chat - have fun! .
Free 3D Chat Virtual World @ You
Free 3D Avatars, Outfits, Furniture
Free Land and unlimited 3D Rooms
Free Homepage, Guestbook, Mail
Free 3D Software - Decorate Offline
Person View, Mirror, Shadow, Cam
Can work with dial up, no 3D Card
Import Standard 3D Models
Your Private Rooms, Pictures, Files
Looking for Past Issues of the Crystal Angel?
Shopping Online this year?
 Coming in February


Our Moove Friends
We Arrive in 1930 to a World in Confusion?

We began our Cosmic String Journey ffrom 177th Floor
Mela and I met on the Skywalk on the 177th floor of the Thorn Building in the most unfashionable outfits we could think of. The last thing we wanted to do is arrive in 1930 looking like tarts or showing too much knee.
Since the 1930's were in black and white, the first thing we needed to do was transform from our bright colorful selves to the monochrome and grainy look of the Great Depression years. I had no idea how to do this, but as always, Mela had the answer.
We stood high above downtown Moove and Mela told me to close my eyes and think in black and white. HUH? I did the best I could. Mela began to hum a tune with a mixture of Navajo and a language I did not know. I began to drift off.

Soon a series of planets appeared both in my mind and in the sky above Moove. The center of the farthest planet began to spin and approach us and soon we were engulfed in flashing light and my body tingled like it had been sucked dry of all color.

Time Travel via Cosmic Strings is totally a rush
I opened my eyes and saw that both Mela and I and the world around us was a dull and colorless palate of grays, black and white.
"Are you ready", Mela asked me. "I think so", I replied as we blurred out and caught the cosmic string to 1930.
The trip was much like the one we took to the future, except the only color was the thin lines of energy we were riding on.
Within moments, we were high above New York City. Finding an alley near the Bronx, we touched down and found ourselves standing in an alley with the local people staring at us with a puzzled look. They did not seem afraid, just curious.
A woman in an old tattered housecoat approached us and smiled warmly. "I am Florence", she spoke like an Angel and extended her hand. "We have been expecting you". I immediately recognized

New York (Angel Point of View) Circa 1930
her from the famous Depression era photo by Dorothea Lange in 1936. The photograph that has become known as "Migrant Mother" is one of a series of photographs that Dorothea made of Florence Owens Thompson and her children in February or March of 1936 in Nipomo, California.
I wanted to weep, because I knew that in six years, this kind lady would be a migrant living off vegetables found in a field and dead birds.
"How were you expecting us", Mela asked. "My dear, there will be time for that later, please come into my home and rest for a moment", Florence softly replied. She took my hand and we climbed the few stairs to a rundown townhouse that she called home.

The now famous Florence Owens

We entered the two story tenement which Florence shared with 4 other families and we sat at the kitchen table while Florence poured us some honey tea and asked us if we were hungry.
I was a bit hungry, but I knew that Florence had very little and the thought of her sharing her meager supply of food with us made me decline her generous offer. Mela squeezed my hand under the table to let me know I did the right thing.
Florence looked deep into my eyes and began to speak:
The world is falling apart. People are angry, and nations are preparing for war. MIllions are out of work, and men cannot live with the horror of what has happened since October. Many have killed themselves or left their families out of shame. President Hoover promises better days soon, but me, like my neighbors, do not have the same faith.
I am just a simple woman, I don't understand the things that made these hard days come about. So I mostly pray. For peace, hope and my husband who has been gone looking for work in Boston. It was in one of these prayers, I was told you would come. Not as saviors, but as students from a land far off. Tomorrow People is what we call you. I have shared this vision with my neighbors. They believe you are here to fix the hard days. I know you cannot..

I was sure glad we decided on being in black & white. Can you even imagine the shock?

I reached across the table and took the hand of Florence. "You have faith". "That is more than most". "We cannot fix this, we can only learn so it does not happen again". I told Florence. She smiled a painful smile as if she struggled to understand.
"I have something for you", Florence abruptly spoke and stood up. She walked across the kitchen and pulled a Mason jar out of the cupboard. She opened the jar, and pulled out a newspaper clipping.
She handed the clipping to Mela and said, "after my prayer when I was told you would come, a wind come up and blew this piece of paper through the window and onto my mattress - I knowed it was for you".
Mela unfolded the clipping revealing a classified ad from New Orleans:

The Mysterious Classified Advertisement from 1930
Mela read the classified ad out loud - "Looking for 2 tomorrow people = Charbonnet Street, New Orleans, Louisiana, 9th Ward, five, one, nineteen thirty, fourteen thirty".
"Have you seen or heard of any other Tomorrow People", I asked Florence. "No, I just know what I have told you, but for one thing. A traveling man came through here a bit back, just after my praying vision. It is always a big treat to sit a spell and hear traveling folk spin talk to fine stories. This traveling man told of a tale from the deep South, not sure where exactly, but I knowed it was near the waters down there. He told of a female who saw into tomorrow, into what will come 'bout long after I pass". Florence leaned forward as if to share a secret.

Mela and I head South to Louisiana
Florence continued. "They call her the "Seer" down that way, and other folks, farther North say she is a witch. She talks of the coming of the Tomorrow People and harder days ahead".
Mela pocketed the classified ad, and the subject turned to the tough times that had come since October. It was difficult to not reveal the horrors ahead for the World that were now just a History lesson in school for us. We kept silent in fear that what we might say would change the course of events - maybe for the good, but maybe for the worse.
The three of spoke until the kitchen became busy as the other families began to prepare dinner. We relocated to the stoop outside and listened to the sounds of the nieghborhood. A dog bark, a chugging car engine, laughter from the stickball game played by energetic young boys a half of a block East. It was like a symphony of sorts - a soundtrack for the moment. I closed my eyes and a soft breeze blew across my face.
Click Here to Turn the Page
Coming in February

Get a playlist! Standalone player Get Ringtones

CrystalAngelFashion.com





Tory and Mela
just love donations.
You may use the button above or visit our donation page by
clicking here
HUGGGGZ
Advertising
Need a Friend?
UGG Australia--Premier, Luxury Sheepskin Footwear
New Fashion Styles Now In
 CoutureCandy 25% Off

Music Playlist at MixPod.com