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Our Coat of Many Colors. . .
July 9, 2020 Thursday 4:40 a.m. (excerpt from journal entry) And the thought again is to write of my coat of many colors, and should title it our coat of many colors. Since I have memories, of who I portrayed over the centuries, and have written of my dreams, seeing who I was…
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We Only Begin. . .
(I have edited this entry for space) The entry doesn’t sound like much, but when the footwork is done, integrated, along with sorting religious dogma shouldered throughout lifetimes, the work is immense. Done while raising a family and living a life with its responsibilities, was difficult at best. It has stymied many a stronger and…
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Memory Quilt. . . in triumph warmed. . . .
Many of us have problems that have no resolution. Even after doing all the things we have learned and read about and even those things we have invented, there appear no answers on the horizon. We lose hope and we ourselves are at a loss. It seems strange and baffling that nothing is working. …
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And This Is What He ‘Membered. . .’cause It Is True. . . .
And I heard the young one say, and I know this true, he said, that this lady likes to work with blue cloths is ‘cause he said, that she said this is what heaven is like. And I want to know he said, how does she know? And I told him that some people just…
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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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To Search The Why. . . .
All Time Is Now. . . . In May of 1993 when I was coming to in Recovery, standing by was a female physician I recognized from OR. I am cold and I am clammy I said and through gritted teeth she said you are not the only one! And I wondered what had happened…
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In Conference. . . .when the world sleeps. . . .
In Conference. . . .with the Sages. . . From a journal entry of January 1993 where I had been in the midst of researching Jesus . .the teacher asked me to put my thoughts down. . . (It was a stressful time in our lives. I wrote the following) Jesus took on a…
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I Cherish A Good Hope. . .
Machiavelli’s letter to Vettori. . . . In the Vettori letter, Machiavelli had written the following, “The evening being come, I return home and go to my study; at the entrance I pull off my peasant clothes, covered with dust and dirt and put on my noble court dress and thus becomingly reclothed, I…
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We Are The Holder Of Memories. . . .
In researching I came across these two entries and I found them mirroring quantum physics that all time is simultaneous. And surprisingly found the original poem in my files. All surprises since memory falters and am glad hard files keep . Journal entry April 6, ’92. . (.Edited only for length) Vault of God.…
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Painful Perspectives. . .
The tablet is yellowed and the typed pages, crisped with age. The year is 1979 and I had to use my calculator to see that it is now 40 years old. But yesterday I read in a brochure for a health magazine that one of its articles states that the brain does not know how…