I scribed October 10, 1983. . .
We wait for this day. You hear the arguments in the head and you think all the while the hands do the mind’s bidding. In this we find a great interest and comfort knowing that it is possible to function in a secular life and continue to grow. Your questions show the current interest thinking which man should be doing. You ply the heaven for answers and forgive us for saying there are no answers to the questions.
There is nothing yet written which would answer your why, how and wherefores to satisfy. Not possible. There is a keeping on, keeping on and a growth possible not yet tapped. Questions persist and not always have answers that leave one in comfort and wellbeing.
You have already tapped this reservoir. Which proves that man, as a whole, can do this for himself. You reach this point where your answers will be forthcoming, as you provide them for yourself. You cannot find in the heavens, even , the final conquest. There are worlds upon worlds, but the Rabbi told you that, didn’t he?
You know this in that part of you which has searched the skies for that part of heaven which would give ultimate rest. You know that, have always known it and now is part of your fabric
Not comforting, is it? There is no place, not a one, where everything is brought to completion. How can there be, when there is no completion? How can there be when all is in a state of becoming? It is all becoming; we are all becoming. Becoming what? We can only surmise. No one knows.
This is where the grandfather God is the comfort. This is where man finds if he gives thought and thinks it through, he gets bogged down. In despair, throws up his hands with ‘God Knows’!
He is right if he means ‘unknowing, unfathomable, omniscient, omnipresent, spirit of the Universes, he is in good territory. If he means a being like himself, in physical form, he spends the night walking around his house looking for a place to lay down his head.
You have the ability to grasp this concept, and with the devices and comforts of living add to its intensity to keep on keeping on, you find within the reason to make perfect. What you see in your commitments and priorities reasons to help. Without your help, we all would be floundering. We look for growth and enhancement of mankind in all areas.
Commitments will set our priorities and unveiled will be to our surprise, substance of who we are and from where we come.
(Forty years ago I wrote the above. I have sashayed back and forth and on this my 92nd birthday, it is my way. I understand more fully that we come with a history and a desire to make a difference. This last walk home is on tired legs and hopefully an arm to lean on to catch me if I fall. Or to pull me over. A rest awhile and then the next assignment. School opens and classes begin. The final chapter not written.)
We dried the tears with straw flowers
and they scratched your face.
The etchings on the parchment
which was your skin will forever be stayed
and will be read only by
the keenest eye and the discerning heart.
The indelible ink which wrote
was with pen dipped in love.
Repeated washings rinsed with tears
did not bleach it out.
So take your heart and this one and this
and ask for memories to build
in worlds uncertain, in unions
without ballast, a treasure chest,
a memory bank.
The loves will loose
the memories in future times
and in the moment
release for their own, a strength.
And never know in a history buried
deep beneath their skins,
there was a she-man
of indeterminate strength
who plied her trade
and in the course of time,
endowed her progeny. . . .
(Poem from Dec 01, 1983
(I wrote it as I heard it but never met this woman of indeterminate strength,)