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Like Silly Putty In The Hands Of Children. . . . .
. . . .I got to thinking about this dream that made this world and all in it. I have been thinking about Michael Talbot who figured out that this was a holographic universe and everything in it was a soup kitchen. Soupy and until we looked at it to name it and because…
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Observations. . .from my lifetimes. . .
If you do not intend to look back, it’s best to remember to lift the plow. ***** Wishes are as potent a force as fishes swimming in live water. ***** Under adverse conditions, we become more of what we are. ***** To think is a holy obligation. And to be held accountable should follow. We…
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The Workers Are Few. . . feeling used?. . .
Feeling Used? Of Course! And the call came and because panic ensued, the young one got dressed and the night found him getting another vehicle running and a friend grateful to be driving home. I asked him do they realize what they ask? No clue, gram. Not a clue. They are scared to death…
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What’s A Mind For?
Somethings Learned While Scrubbing. . (with no help and no money we called it work, and did not know it was multi tasking. . ) I scribed. . .January 16, 1994. . . . When capacities are stretched continually, compassion fatigue is a condition when all avenues are locked into emotions. It is no surprise…
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Take Me Home Jason, Take Me Home. . .it is time.
I have been trying to catch up with myself for a very long time now. Putting up with the old timer’s disease of trying to make a body work like I remember it doing. But of course, it does not. At better than 90 it will not conjure the energy it did at…
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We Had But One Name. . . .(in Genesis)
Perhaps Doris Lessing and I would not be close friends because of commitment. But I can and do admire her brilliance with the written word and some of her ideas. Two things of value stand out. The first is of long standing and I spent hours locating this source only to find it at midnight…
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I Crashed The Gates. . . .
I have spent time in why I have reached some conclusions and also wish to write a post to explain a bit about my ability to scribe. I have been into scribing since the ‘60’s and even have the first poem, almost committed to memory. And that is not an easy mode for me, to…
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The Bigger Picture is Always More. . . .
(I happened upon these scanned items in a file and was near tears. I have read them many times but in this form, cannot remember doing them. In reviewing my life, what brought tears was the fact that everything I write about is backed up. And learning for me is integrating what is…
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Side By Side, We Share Space. . .
How We See . . . Perspectives create dimensions. Perspective creates worlds. Perspective creates your Reality. Look at the last statement. You have heard it mentioned that we each create our reality. Each reality is a different world. Most of us share 5 common senses to see our world. And our experience has taught us…
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How Much Is For Real. . . . or Illusion?
As I Watched. . . Part of a whole, yet wholly here. Slowly as I watched the silence was encompassing. Piece by blessed piece, each tree, each entity slowly folded upon itself and laid itself down. The screen protecting vanished as it bent itself into nothing, a wisp of an idea no longer useful.…