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It Has To Be Taught. . . . Conscience. . .
Evolution says It has to be taught. . . It seems like such a small thing, this matter of conscience. No big deal we think, cause everyone has one, everyone’s born with one, right? Nada. Not. No. Everyone does not have a conscience which is knowing right from wrong, or more accurately, more true…
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Under One Name. . . .
Under One Name . . . (Genesis. Chapter 1. Verse 26) Even the big guys prayed, the Kings, the Princes, the Presidents and the Oligarchs with their buying billions, in that part of the night; the part that kept them all awake. In that dark pit when even the warm bodies beside them…
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A Mother’s Lament. . . not knowing how to love. . . .
She lamented after birthing eight children. . . and in her last days, was sorry because she knew how difficult life had been for me. I didn’t know how to love she said. Nobody taught me. And with the person who meant so much to her, her mother who did not rescue her, she…
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Aged Forever Friends. . . .
Like Me. . . aged old friends. . . . . I had been asked what are my favorite books I go back to time and again. Once there were friends and loves I phoned and chatted before my hearing deteriorated. And rather than ask to repeat themselves, now my books become my old friends…
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More Than A Hope . . for earth. . . .
More than a Hope. . . for earth. . . I grabbed an old yellow tablet to write on and came across a note I had written when I was reading Return To Life by Dr. Jim Tucker. The note read that observation determines the reality. Measuring something, I wrote, creates a reality that did…
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When a Dime is a Lot of Money. . . . .
Since I was a little person, I was conscious in an unconscious way that money was not available. I remember once arguing with my mother that it only costs a dime, whatever it was. And the wise woman said when you don’t have a dime, a dime is a lot of money. So I wished…
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Saints Standing. . .
Saints Standing. . . When I try to explain what track my thinking has taken in my life, even as a child or a teenager when a peer said that I talk as if I am reading out of a book, I am at a loss. In the following excerpt from The Last Bird Sings, …
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Hunger For What Is Remembered. . . .
I write only of worlds I know. Of little, gentle fishes called Nords and Kerns and of Teachers. Did I create them or discover them in place? They shimmer for me. They are not just one world. There are also places of poverty that touch the living heart and strum it with songs of despair…
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Prayer To The Greater Heart. . . .
Prayer to the Greater Heart. . . . . Stay with me, my god. Lead me where my heart should go and stay with me. Give me strength to stay out of the way of other’s growth but give me the compassion to show by example how the road goes. Let me be…
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A True Gift of Heart. . . .
The Greatest Love Affair. . . If you are a front line worker, a miracle worker to all of us, and you are driving home at the end of the day, you begin to talk in the silence of your car. You vent and cry with fatigue, with sadness, with curses and finally end your…