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A Convocation of Saints . . .
Not Fun and Games. . .but in communion . . My eldest in a conversation at one time spoke of the torture of those given knowledge in the inner journey. He said there was no one with whom to share what has been given so they drag in nobility aspects of it. He was…
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There Is A Balance. . . lest we forget. . . .
Too late we learn life holds the sharpest knife. Cutting the loaf accordingly and with compassion passes the butter. Retribution for whatever deeds is a commonplace happening but there will always be those who think that the die is not cast by them. They are and always have been. That the intricasies of complex…
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A World Made Manifest. . . .
If it was a certainty that world creation was a fact, what kind of world would you create? If you knew for a fact that your acts upon days upon days created just such a world, how would you change your behavior? And what would be the attributes you would enhance that world with?…
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She Went To The Wedding. . . .
Emma E. with her Grandfather Hallissey So She Went To The Wedding. . . It was an evening affair. Black and white attire requested if possible and Emma E. complied. With a flower in her hair. It was a union of hearts and arms resting about each other all evening. An uncle was married…
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With A Little Bit Of Practice. . . .
I was very young and just married facing much doubt by the new family as to whether I would be equal to being the good wife required of my time and so I worked very hard at being good. And good meant doing all those things I read in all the women’s journals…
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To Walk My Fields. . . .
Succor the Night. . . This she-man, this daughter of a brother whom I loved and now with whom I speak was asking. . . ”do you walk the fields at night auntie, because I am walking with your essence. You are the essence of who walks,’ she…
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I will give you a white stone. . . . .
White Stone. . . I will give you a white stone. On the stone will be your name and you will read it and remember it. I have called you over and over so you would not forget it. I have loved you long before the earth was, even before we first walked the heavens.…
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In Good Hands. . .
Many times I have said that this is a classroom and recently I was made to understand it will always be a classroom. This is what is its purpose. And my heart hit the floor when I realized it. Our purpose here is to learn and to change ourselves into what we need to…
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The Roses Are Yours. . .for keeps. . .
Long before the world ever was. . . . As co-creator and creature both of the universe, it is man’s prerogative and innate yearning to stand erect. To bow down all the time leaves one eventually on one’s stomach. Man rose from the crawling position. There are too many yet who find the child’s position…