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A Sacred Obligation . . . to think . .
(For my new readers and for those who need to be reminded, I share again this vignette. It speaks to how we are connected, one to another as well as to the invisible worlds. Just as Christians celebrate this holy season, others also celebrate their holy days as Belief demands of them. We live by…
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Changes Are Afoot. . . .
July 20, ’16 journal entry I was reading in my suffering servant essay that what we do here is felt throughout the Universes. That we are being watched closely. Not only our unborn but other worlds also. Jesus was an evolutionist. He knew that what one does eventually all will do. Both good and evil.…
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Love transforms. . . .
Perhaps you also feel as I in looking about, and wondering is this not the hardest lifetime to have lived? This lifetime is filled with notes and memos reminding me of the impossible events I have labored through. And wondering from where came the energy and the chutzpah to work through them. I am glad for the…
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A State Of Mind. . . . .
A State of Mind ‘Country’ is surely as much a state of mind as it is a way of life. If it is a place, it need not be in this time and space. It can indeed be buried so deep in memory that in the normal course of affairs, it…
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What if it is true. . . just for today. . .
What if it is true. . . . .just for today. . . . The thought occurred to me what if whatever we think is true. . . just for today? How would it affect me and life around me? How would it affect you being related in thought with me? What if it were…
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He Watch-ed Me. . . he watch-ed me. . . .
This is my birthday gift to my inlaw daughter Claudia and my granddaughter great Emma E. They almost share the same birthdate just one day apart. Emma E. will hear this blue boy story many times and will come to love hearing them. She knows she walks on her toes because she was a dancer…
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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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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…