The Uncovering





Genesis 1.26  Then God said “Let us
make man in our image, after
our likeness; and let them have
dominion over the fish of the
sea, and over the birds of the
air and over the cattle , and over
all the earth and over every
creeping thing that creeps upon the earth.”


We wandered the universe in the beginning
and were known by one name.
We walked and talked and set to dreaming. . .

How would it be, we said,
if we blew our collective breath
across this cosmos and set a planet whirling. . . .?

If we lifted the shades of darkness
and let our pain for expression
burn hot enough to warm even the bleakest spot?

And we did and the earth
rolled into space we designed for it.
And we blew breath into Adam and
we became Adam and called ourselves Man.

We hunched for too long before we finally stood.
In due time we crowned
our Greatest Achievement sinful
and then created a god to absolve us.

So it is with men who  are god,
who have wandered a million light years away
from their divinity.

Am I permitted to construct a mystery?
We blew our breath across the land
and it became wind that warmed and
chilled to make life tenable.

We blew our breath into flesh
that was fashioned from our potter’s clay
and Man became Spirit.

We determined to stand upright
and with our own hands tilled the barren soil.
Our sweat ascended in costly mist
and descended to irrigate life.

Our tears filled the rivers with fatigue
which filled the oceans with frustration
as the fruits of our fields were dispersed.
All the while we continued to labor
for redemption.

Ahhhhhh. . . .the mystery?

Who first told us we were no good?


The Teachers Speak. . . many years were required of intense study to reach conclusions which only this year were verified for the poet and writer.  She is now finding ancient scripts which are quoting what she is finding in her poetry of over a half century that she considers a Given.  And finding physicists who are expounding a holographic universe.  She feels affirmed in what has been a difficult time marching to a drummer whose beat was heard by her heart.  And has surprised us all that she has lived with her knowledge for almost 85  years.  Courage is dispensed to those who begin the inward journey.  It was the purpose for your desire to be born to this world.

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Staff Of Life

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Unsteady on his legs, I watched my then toddler grandson bend down and pick up his book.  In one motion, he touched the book to his lips.

In another time, when I was young, I saw his great grandfather move with just such a motion to pick up a piece of bread from the floor and touch his lips.

“Papa,” I asked, “why did you do that?”    “It is the staff of life,” he said.  “All bread is holy.  I am sorry I was not more careful.”

And the great grandson connected with his great grandfather and for me, a moment where the gesture knotted more securely the past with that present.  I did not seek out the memory.  I did not know it was stored anywhere.  But in a moment of recognition and more  quickly  than  it takes  to scribe the motion, it was there.  In the act of one was the continuing presence of the other.

The source of reverence for both was what each considered holy.  To my father it was what was taught to him by generations of tradition.  To our grandson, still unsteady on his legs, one must wonder from where the reverence toward books was learned.  Was this bred into the genes at some time but  chooses when to show itself?

Or family habits observed carefully to shape attitudes?  If the latter, then we teach even when we don’t know we teach, which should put us all on guard.  We do not know who is watching or what is taken to be followed to the letter.

If attitudes also are bred into us, how much of what we are will be passed on to the next generation?   There are those who now say that while carrying the child, the mother should follow her inclinations and expose herself to good music, quiet thoughts and a welcoming attitude for the child yet to be born.  Fathers are encouraged to be present in the birthing rooms.  The welcoming committee should be on hand for mental and moral support of not only the new parents, but for the child to come.  Is it a bit far fetched or is there some truth in what was once considered old wives’ tales?

A cursory glance into the nursery will convince one that there is communication even in the newborn.  The infant demanding food disrupts the composure of the entire group.  A colicky baby oftentimes is discharged to the loving attention of the family rather than allowed to upset the “good” babies.  The response to a cry from one is a commiserating reply from all the others.  And the offender is soon labeled as such.

How far back do we dare go to understand the behavior patterns of each of us?  The parents who throw up their hands and announce in unison “he didn’t learn that from me!” are the same ones who say, “that is my father all over again”, but this time with pride.  How much of anything are we responsible for?

When we are aware that what we contribute is non constructive to a situation, the responsibility to change is ours.   Awareness demands responsibility.  We cannot fault another for not seeing what is evident to us.  But we can change ourselves and with compassion help to rewrite what we consider to be an unchanging destiny.

The loving gesture is noted.  By a someone.  The homely task must be completed.  By a someone.  The brow must be sponged.  By a someone.  The book unread remains unread.  By a someone.  The song unsung, remains unsung.  By a someone.

The needs of the elderly are close at hand.  And the needs of the very young are close at heart.  But each generation is privileged.  At no other time has the view been so clear.  And at no other time have the responsibilities been so sharply defined in so many areas.  I did not beckon the memory out of its hiding place to whip across my visual screen.  It was a simultaneous response, the one invoking the other.  And into the present a depth was reached that connected the great grandson to his great grandfather.

How much are we responsible for?  We teach even when we don’t know we teach.  A loving gesture with bread.  A loving gesture with a book.  Both with reverence, a source of food.  One for the body and one for the mind, yet both soul food.  These were good lessons, but what of the others that do not make us proud?   I pray, let me begin now.

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Intensity Of Purpose

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One of the first unhappy side effects of the medications taken for my cardiac problem was that it took away my morning exuberance that had me thrusting my feet to the floor all the days of my life till then.  (yes,  I am grateful they have kept me breathing!)  But without my inner motivation it was difficult to find the world I was in love with.

It is the intensity of purpose within, which gave me the desire to manifest, to make real the ideas I gave birth to.  This is the way of all of us; the inner motivation that demands expression.  It is by far the most desirable of gifts, inspiration.  It allows us to delve into the many mysteries of life and bring light to them.  When quantum theories talk of time being simultaneous, all of a piece, it is telling us that nothing is lost in this world or any world, but is enfolded into the implicit core of experience, of values waiting for the ones with desire, inner motivation, to create.

Many time we discover ways to explain experience or explain past events only to realize we are creating new ways to explain with accumulated knowledge, these events.  Inspiration comes from within. . . in-spirit,  ours.  It is time for all of us to follow our wonder, to where we will enhance life.  And to encourage our children to make space for this wonder to be joyfully used and guarded well.

It is the divine in us seeking a voice.

(Excerpt from A Pearl Of Great Price)

I gather my roses, split upon a fence rail,
blooming profusely.  In bunches
I gather them, first one, then another,
an armful and they are mine.
Thorns do not a rose make,
but intensity of purpose yields the bud.

Many roads lead to the place of many rooms.
The roads are diverse and
great the number of rooms.
But so you were told.
The rooms reflect the sun of many days,
and the nights of many moons,
the heart’s intent and the mind’s purpose.
You live in them now.

Do not try to delineate the rooms
with structural perimeters.
They move and breathe and are created
and recreated moment by moment.
Their reality is your creation.
Their occupancy will be determined
by your intent.


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Times Such As These


We are told that hearing you will hear and not understand and seeing you will see and not perceive.  Simple words meaning simple things?  But of course you see and of course you hear unless physical impairments prevent us.  But it is even more than that.  In the process there are the cries in crisis and there are the tears that are not seen.

The father asked his son at breakfast,  ‘are you not speaking?’  And  the son answered ‘I  spoke yesterday.’  They were across the table from each other but worlds apart.  The father was asking why are you silent.  And the son was already mentally in school and  gave his oral report yesterday.

The daughter was hurting and gathered courage to tell her emotionally distant mother why she ached inside only to find later her brother coming  into the house mimicking her talk with her mother, laughing.  The daughter shared her heart and her mother not knowing the place her daughter was speaking from, dismissed it as a nothing.

Neither parent heard nor saw what the child’s body language, words or eyes were conveying.  The Master said, ‘hearing you shall hear and not understand and seeing you shall see and not perceive.’  How much are we missing?  We should at least be wondering.  What is more to hear than what we hear or see what we see?   When the process begins, the pain will be poignant but welcome it.  It will mean that you and your god are in conference.

Times Such As These

I lock up the room
and pocket the last remnants
of words laying about

Fearful that pieces
of my heart may be found
scattered among them.
And why not?

Times such as these
leave us with little salve
to heal the open wounds
which once were hearts.

For whom do we weep?
The children whose siblings
will no longer come to the table
to covey with no doubt
the events which took their innocence?

Or the parents
whose hearts were transplanted
when word came
that these unspent stars
were already breathing the rarified air
as heaven’s most blessed?

Look at us here.
Pleading that our children
will be safe as they try to understand
what we in our dotage have not learned.

To resort to arms means death in any country.


Photo by
John Hallissey


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To Regain Our Knowledge (that we are safe)


One of my reader’s comment on a poem of mine was that it gave her a safe feeling. And after much thought, I came to some conclusions. The first being to educate ourselves to broaden our premises so that the unknown will become a known. The narrower our premises the more outside our frame of reference will raise concerns. The more we learn, the more at home we become with things outside our focus.

Not all babies of course, fall into arms ready for them. We are born with a cry and clenched fists and need those arms to quiet a fierce pain of separation. Life presents many obstacles not to mention a peer group only too happy to help the child lose the feeling that the world is a safe place.  Parents  need to nurture the feeling of safety.   It is only then we begin to lose our fear.

It seems a lifetime is spent talking to ourselves about fear. If we reacquaint ourselves with the knowledge that we are always safe, the who that we are, no matter the condition of our environment, we lose our fear of the world and can begin to work good for ourselves and our Earth. Too much time is spent trying to lose our fears from the first step outside the playpen to our final fear of death. From beginning to the end, we are one mass of fears.   The media and architectures of business, the things that run our lives designed to sell us what we don’t need are all designed to feed our fears. Fear is between the ears for this is where it originates.

Regaining the knowledge that we are always safe, will help us lose our fears.  We then will know that life is everlasting, through this world and those still to come.

We Break Bread

I have broken bread
with old friends for what seems
to be many centuries.

We continue
our conversations begun
when yet we were in
other times and were other people.

But it has been, you see,
only a minute.
We bring to mind all things old
and some things new.

‘Twas but a quirk of Nature,
so that our hearts would grow
and become one heart.
It all has a familiar fit.
Don’t you think?

All things will be new again
when we break bread
in the next of times.
But you knew that, didn’t you?

All things new are really all things old.
Even some of us.


photo by
John Holmes



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A Cosmic Prayer For Mankind


You and Your God Within

Whether the still  small voice you hear is called Comforter or God or Teacher or by any other name you consider holy,  the promise is good.  What will be brought to mind is what you once knew and now remember or what you need to learn.  And one day, some time,  you will open your hand and  you will find a key.  And that key will open worlds for you and bring to you the peace that is beyond understanding.  You will find the dichotomy,  the hurting split that had you in pieces will be healed.  You and your god within will be in dialogue when you are in doubt and of one mind in peace.  And when you speak, you will be speaking for the god within.  You will say in truth, my god and I, we are one.  It is not a walk in the park, but a journey to the heart of you.

A Cosmic Prayer For  Mankind

We would wish for much.
We would wish for the sublime love
that was preached
from every mountaintop.

We would wish
for a mother’s love to be there
for the infant and the father’s hand
to caress the brow of every child.

We would wish for peace
within the human psyche
and learning to be brought
to the dinner table and
the breakfast table every time.
And love to be served
as the main course.

It is much that we wish for;
much that we yearn for.
But peace is designed
for the human in mind
from birth to the grave.

Bring peace.

Photo by
John Holmes


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Surfing The Ethers

Toward A Destiny

Surfing The Ethers

That the rain falls on the just and the unjust and that even the dogs are fed from the master’s table only proves that the Universes are good and all life is sacred .

Eternal is the hour which grants the heart time.  Sacred is
the vessel which yields the cup.

We blend to make this world an exercise of faith in Man.

If everyone was knowledgeable, it would be laughingly impossible to get on with the play.

The Teachers say that tears are the water we use to rinse our brains.

The student says that tears are what we use to rinse out our memories.

Unreconciled memories stand at the ready to catch a place where they would rouse the emotions and plague again.

There is no talent which will be left unused and no path of interest unexplored.

There is sufficient time for all of the talents and then some in a world of no time and in a universe which is becoming.

There is no time, all time and yet no time to waste.

When the mind is full of knowledge, when truth wears the most even frame to a frazzle, when it all becomes too much to bear,  the heavens give us what is ours and says, bear it.

We are a reference point for other worlds.

Photo by
John Hallissey

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Different Can Be Good

Different Can Be Good

It was a hurried morning when our two oldest sons were home from college and I told them that I had had a vivid dream and wrote down some things while half asleep that I did not know about and thought that they might.  I showed them the notes.

I knew nothing about Michelangelo other than he was a great painter of the Sistine Chapel  but I had written down some dates and what I now would call maxims.   They were that the past is still happening,  the future has already happened and we in the present are racing to catch up with it.  The dates for Michelangelo we checked out with the Encyclopedia Britannica and they were accurate.  The maxims I find now  would be found in quantum physics.   It has only been this year when reading the Holographic Universe by Michael Talbot  I realized I have lived my entire life with the realities of a quantum universe.  In this regard, these maxims were crux for me  of ‘all time is simultaneous.’  If you find it difficult to grasp,  think how hard for the child to live it.

The child who comes into the world with differences,  sees other worlds and hears other music.  This may also be the child who frets about going to school because another stomach ache is troublesome.  And they are ashamed.   There may be no tests to be taken,  but this child is laboring under conditions that would be labeled abusive if the facts were known.  Because she or he sees differently and hears a world most do not,  the conditions under which they must function are difficult at best.  They respond to incidents in a life and death manner.  Those who have toughed it out call this ‘drama’ but it is for real for those who have not been able to close off their heads.  These are the sensitive souls who end up with panic as a companion and parents who call them unforgivable names. These children are doing their utmost to focus on what is the primary world to them.  And trying to hold at bay the intrusions of other dimensions.  This is not easy to read and is difficult for me to write.  But the children are my primary worry.  We have seen too many incidents of violence.  It is not easy for these children.  They are at risk every minute.

Should there be such a child in your circle,  give to them the support that they deserve and need. And allow them to talk.  They may frighten you and threaten your insecure security but they will broaden your frame of reference.   It is a hard world for the normal child as it is.  And the ones who come into this world with heads more open than the average child, need a stable support system.    They will be the ones who will yet save our planet.  And us.

A Calmness Pervades

A calmness pervades
the thinking mind,
unable yet to stay the pen.

We write of lifelong trials
stealing the innocent
of rightful claims.

The open head knew not how
not to allow the ring
to burn its signet
deeply onto the heart.

The belly knew not how
not to become
the emotional pit stop
for all the world’s ills.

All in all, the calmness
hails the thinking mind
and gives credence
that heaven notes its own

and knows when to call them home.

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On Being Different


A recent journal entry on being different.

The Teacher Speaks. . . .

Take it this way.  To be different means you step out  from the crowd.  When you, as an example,  are different in your posing the question as well as answering with what it is you know and cannot see the difference, it is because the integrated material has long been in the chest.  You do not see yourself as different because these thoughts and conclusions have long been yours.  You see how they fit within the scope of others, primary as basic premises which have not gone any further.  It does not bother much except for kin whom you would like to accompany you and be companions on your journey.  But they like others, have to make the step up.

We give these thoughts for the blog.  Should you step away from those who march, you will be castigated.  But nothing can hurt the core of thought which has been your bulwark and has allowed you to age chronically.  The fact that ongoing thought matures one readily and faster than the crowds who march, is not a factor to stop one’s growth.  A case in matter will be the fact that evolution means that the growth exhibited will be the potential for all.  If one can do the unthinkable and it is good, then the potential for the rest of mankind rises exponentially.   It is a good thing when thought outmaneuvers its opposition.  Because then we know that one can continue living and growing and mankind will then prosper with new thought.

It seems far fetched to the average person.  But it is not.  To do one thing outside the perimeter of what is common means a step up in man’s evolution.  It is a hard thing to be human, is it not?  It was once easier but too many factions now prevent man from trying out his courage which he would find is dependable.  We root for the different one.  We know how hard it is to step out from the ordinary and still live within the confines of Earth.  When the Master Jesus said that one can be in Earth but not of it means exactly that.  One can live here and be in it but need not necessarily accept all the dictum of mankind.  Those that are physically necessary we keep but the headwork is of personal desire.  We would like to give courage to those who aspire to do for others what in private one does for oneself.

And They Believed

It has been said with anger
that I set the bar too  high
for mere mortals to scale.

It was not for them
the bar was set but for me,
to rise as high as the immanent god

had deemed for me.
I could not know that
they would try to jump for me.

I was not the reason.
It was for them, you see,
for someone told them

they would never do it
and they believed.
I showed them though they could

and they surprised themselves.

photo by John Holmes


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Many Truths

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I once heard an elder  say that people only know what it is you let them know.  I gasped,  because I thought she actually believes this.  She still believes that her thoughts are private and that secrets are truly secrets.  She does not know that privacy of thought is the last illusion.  That there are those who are bulleted with thoughts as they walk in gatherings.  Not realizing that they are picking up flagrant thoughts sent as flying debris and landing in the heads of unsuspecting walkers.

And lucky for us all that these are innocents.  Never knowing that their fatigue in crowds comes from picking up so much litter.  The reason for recluses going into the woods is this very fact of fatigue.  Throughout history we have had our neighbors vacating our neighborhoods for the silence of the forests.  Where the natural life is conducted in mind pictures shared by kin of their own kind.

My answer to this elder was to write Many Truths.   You will now understand my thinking.

Many Truths

I tell you true,
if my eye caught it,
a picture has already
been taken of it.

If I know something,
I can tell you true,
the neighbor down the street
or the unknown one around the corner,
knows of it also.

If my ear has caught your cry,
or the deception in your words,
the heavens have heard the cry
and the deception, however layered,
in time is betrayed by you.

If my song is sung,
the heavens and my god
have heard the melody
and whipped the wind
and carried the joy or sorrow
to its Source.

It has always been so
and this I tell you true.
The difference?

I, now,  know it.

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