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Work? . . Are we god-enough to do it?. . .
When we are plagued with a problem and have tried everything we can think of and those things we invent and the problem is still with us, we then conclude there is no answer. If there was an answer, the problem would be solvable. There would be circumscribed ways of doing things and we could…
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Roses and Evergreens. . . what happened to the dream?
We Are The God Participants and We Carry the Dream. . . . My stamina is low or nil. I think I can do something because my head envisions, but my body does not follow. I spend time now waiting for this national nightmare to end and find others adding to the nightmare. I…
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A Heart’s Commitments. . . .
A Given . . . There comes to mind in the space of time a leverage. . . gaining for one a semblance of peace. Silly, it sometimes is when the purpose of life is to regain and reclaim this right. It is of no consequence now in the sleeping hours of a…
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Our Connection To All That Is. . . .
We Honor Your Life (Sometimes there is a need to be reminded of the good the best of Mankind does and this is one of those times. This essay was one of the first I did for my blog and there may be new readers who missed this. In these times when we…
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Everlasting Life: caterpillar to butterfly. . . .
In this spiritual week for us so inclined, memory is mine of those who have transited from my life. All my beloveds come to mind, but one incident from the children’s younger days stays with me with more clarity because of my path. I was standing at the door of the room shared by the…
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The Morning Will Rise Triumphant. . .
What to do when there is no one to talk to. We often escape in old age I fear into madness that we call Alzheimer’s or dementia, still, a madness by whatever clean name we now give it. We once called it hardening of the arteries it seems. Where to go and who to talk…
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A Thud Against Our Heart. . . .
Yesterday the world united in grief as we watched the fire rage and consume a large part of the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. It was with dismay and heartbreak we saw a symbol of our civilization consumed by a utility given to Mankind to enhance life. Yet at the same time we saw…
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Listen World, Listen. . . God In A Rock. . .
Listen world, Listen. God In a Rock. . . . (As we head into Earth day, I am approaching my 88th birthday and my world is iffy right now and if I could leave a letter to beloveds I would say this. ) There is a connection to all of our Earth. From the sky…
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The World: Atlas Shrugged. . love her enough to shoulder her high. . . .
Value Systems. . . A value system is what is honed by a lifetime or many lifetimes lived as Beings, and not necessarily only as the human that we know. It can reflect lifetimes of worlds not visible to the human system of values or cognizance of them. What the value system will show is…
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The World I Worked To Build. . .
The World I Worked To Build. . . Where hearts open to each other, where minds are keen on learning, and where love intends to see its full bloom. Where beings are intent on growing to their fullness and work becomes a blessing. Do I want much? I want only what I worked and hoped…