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We Are Common Knowledge. . . to grow up. . .
When one desires to lead as an example one’s peers, one assumes a countenance of leadership. One has studied and served in various capacities throughout one’s life to ably serve fellowman so that they will be free to progress in whatever area they require. One does not play games with futures of people and have…
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A Time In The Heart. . .
It never occurred to me before. As often as I said that this is a classroom of a first order, and we must keep it not only for ourselves but for those to come, it just never occurred to me that it was the purpose of the…
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To Sweep Clean My Father’s House. . .
I Am Not Finished. . . When I was a girl I learned only because I hung onto my anger (as fuel for my work) that I could find the energy to continue with what was demanded and not give up. This is what keeping on with keeping on means to me. Anger ( used…
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Centuries To Arrive. . . .
Centuries to get here . . . . There are those of us who are sensitive to our inmost thoughts and often we consider them nightmares. A favorite writer tells of his dreams that leave him unanchored. They take his equanimity and disable him. Like his, my journey for years left me with events that…
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The Sexual Revolution. . .
The Sexual Revolution . . . With all that is coming out and many falling from grace, I want to add some thought to what is happening. After a lifetime of building a philosophy because I felt bereft from birth without one, I have studied on a daily basis and have come to some conclusions. …
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Taking It Personally. . .
Taking It Personally . . . (we were having breakfast with a young friend) From a journal entry after the breakfast. . . . the Teacher speaks . . . Your justification of man at the breakfast table yesterday proved a point. The mate said that Jacob was not what you thought him to be. …
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Love Is The Currency. . .
( I had written. . . ) I really need some one to listen to my words and consider them and tell me there is rest and love and ultimate design in all this. That I can look at the morning and not feel it will be snatched by high noon. That I can walk…
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All Time Is Simultaneous. . holographic universes. . .
June 17, 1984 journal. entry edited only for space . . I was sitting in my chair at the dining room table reading the paper when glancing out the north windows I caught sight of Michael emerging out of his green truck. He was drinking water out of a peanut butter jar and the setting…
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Wandering The Galaxies. . .
Wandering The Galaxies. . . Again, I am here with pictures, primitive to be sure, that I drew of what I encountered in the dream world written on September 9, 1991. Previously I had shown the pictures I had drawn of the gentle fishes in the post on this blog called Worlds I know. .…
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Reverence For Learning. . .
If I was to be an earth shaker, I would first shake man. I would have the apples fall down on his head again and again until some sense would come from the constant bombardment. I would ply him with this food that tells him who he is. I would have him search his inmost…