Author: Veronica Hallissey

  • Books. . . Our Spiritual Survival. . .

    We  have put so much faith in the medical profession and they do not deliver us from death which of course is what we want in our final go round.    In fact, the agonies are prolonged for just one more minute of breath before our departure.   And our departure is fraught with negatives.  The biggest…

  • Often We Are The Best Of Who We Are. . . .

    (4/11/24. . . please keep in mind that I have used the male gender as my subject with understanding of this evolutionary leap of humanity because little is understood of what we females responsible with children and aspects of quality  to ensure the  family in civil community life with compassion when we are leveled with…

  • Our Hearts Shout Our Validity . . . .

    Mar 10, 2024. . . it seems I repeat and repeat.  We are not a stupid people, yet why do we act so?  I received an email from a daughter which was written on my forehead.  (it seems so anyway because I remembered it immediately.  words were thus. . . no matter how broad the…

  • Inherent Galaxy Laws Not To Be Broken. . .

        (I was awash this morning  with no peer to call because I have outlived the handfull of heart friends and  felt isolated.   No one to share my thoughts in mind that rose to show that within our lives have been peers saying sure things requiring no ancient researching.  I had in my notes…

  • A Way For Me. . . when body balks. .bread for the day. . .

    March 3, 2024. . . I do what is foreign to me now.  I am putting  with only some editing whole journal entries with feedback from my teachers.  For those inclined to scoff at what is given, I say just try to do it.  I came into this life with a foot still in my…

  • A Sanctuary Moment. . . last bird sings . . .

      A sanctuary moment. . . In looking back the words I hear in closing the front door are, be careful what you say.  That was from the time I have memory  forming words, being told in essence to stop talking .  Even now, this late in the day I am told to stop and…

  • TIME TO LISTEN . . . .

      He was 4 years old and it was his third birthday party in two days.   And I said did you have a good time with your cousin?   She was not his cousin but someone he met waiting here to get born.   Where was that I asked.    Here he said in Etherall. When I penciled…

  • From My Heart’s Pocket . . .

      Word reaches that there are issues with some of my posts that are unreal;  that perhaps I don’t know how the real world works! I write what I know, not hope or pretend.  As Lawrence O’Donnell commented on  President Biden’s Inaugural, experience is  not taught. We always knew it, I think,  just never applied…

  • My Keys in the Palm of My Hand . . . . .

      In reviewing  decades of my life with my kaleidoscopic perspective,  is a stressful endeavor.  I was cautioned to go slow.   ( At 92, how fast can I possibly go at this time?)  Most people are given to wait until they are on the side where  support friends already are. Or here  and I laughed…

  • tell me what it means. . . LIFE ADJUNCTS . . .

    Life’s adjuncts. . . veronica                                                                                                            Stumbling on previous writings,  i find they leave emotions awakened again.  If they do this to me, they also do it to others.  I find my thoughts would have had me selling my soul to have found someone like me on a journey similar which would have prevented much damage…