Month: January 2017

  • Beneath My Heart. . .

    I was lying in the hospital bed and knowing that my body was having a difficult time.  I was clear of head knowledgeable when I saw the figure at the foot of my bed.  And an arm was raised clothed in a grey robe and the hand was outstretched.  I lay there with both arms…

  • Thoughts To Ponder. . .

      Isolation is a cold place to be.  One needs to warm  up from the inside.  One can be isolated in a crowd. ***** All Beings are not born with the same kindnesses. ***** Your god speaks to you in many voices. *****I I do not like to think the god within has not evolved…

  • Will It Be Me?

    Jane Roberts in the 60’s and 70’s when I discovered her and her Seth books,  was talking about quantum physics.  She didn’t call it that but Seth was saying that all time is simultaneous.  And she had physicists calling her because even then they were silently interested in what Seth had to say. And she…

  • When The Fir Tree Stood. . .

    There will be those who question whether it is my memory of having lived a life or many during the formation of this Earth or whether it is genetic memory passed through the ages and lodged within my mind.  Or possibly a parallel life living in the capacious present since all time is simultaneous as…

  • We All Take The Journey. . . sometime. .

        We All Take The Journey. . . sometime When I approach a subject that some find uncomfortable, I am told bluntly, I don’t want to go there.  Some people simply find it untenable to think outside their comfort zone. But we all will take the journey to the center of who we are…

  • Affirmation For All Of Us. . .

                                                                                                                                                                                        Affirmation For All Of Us. . .  Many times I come across something in my journals I would like to share.  It could be a feeling or a thought connected with some of my reading,  but mostly it is because my thought processes were of  things I held in high value.  Such was the entry…

  • Once A Dream. . . (it is what it is)

        Once a Dream. . . The windows are askew, even broken in some panes. The jambs at angles leaning drunkenly. I know they were a dream in some distant place, driving a soul to unbelievable ends, putting hopes together to hold the dream aloft; a boundary only to keep it from crashing before…

  • An Advanced Form Of Thinking. . .

      An Advanced Form Of Thinking. . . When the doctor stood at the door of the ward and worried and mourned the death of the newborns and their mothers,  he observed the young doctors moving from one bed to another.  He noted also they only wiped detritus from their hands with a dirty rag. …

  • Imaging. . .

      Imagination. . . some say it is conjecture, a figment of mind, not real. I visit it often as it is a place for me. It is part of my history. In a certain place and a certain time we fall into a rhythm; it is a dance. We learned our steps and our…

  • Owning The Experience. . .

      Owning the experience. . . He was just seven years old and hurt and  upset because his brothers and his dad questioned his knowledge. How do you know, they asked him, how do you know?  He stormed past the dining room table and shouted at them.  I know that I know!  And I heard…