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Riding The Ethers
Riding The Ethers We are what we are for if we understood what we could be we would take our show on the road as an example. To push our ideals on another will only ostracize us from the love that struggles to make it to the finish line. When love is not, nothing else…
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A Rock and a Hard Place
A Rock and A Hard Place. . . . We were told that good works do not guarantee entry into the heaven of choice and yet far too many lives are lived with no thought of the emotional garbage handed on to future generations, all in the name of ‘doing good.’ To clean up one’s…
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Glimpses
Glimpses You cannot know what deep is until you have fallen into a hole. But no hole is so deep you cannot dig yourself out The phrase ‘you had to be there’ recognizes that the event of itself is empty even as the participant retells it. The emotional climate was all. Exceeding the limit in…
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Worth Thinking About
Worth Thinking About One would think that for human progress to have been more rapid, a sledge hammer rather than a quill should have been used. Unless emotional garbage is released, it will continue to be contagious. The mind set to turn a particular way is already bent. The split in man is so dichotomous…
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Consider These. . . . . .
Consider these. . . . . The Knowledge says that let this pass if it is Thy will. The heavens say to look beyond the light into the face of the morning sun and see that the light beckons and extends. It would grant you peace should you let it. It will grant…
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Running Toward One’s Truth. . Paradigms
A child’s albatross. . . . .The old adage of what is done in the home must stay in the home is a bird wrapped around the neck and the damage done to the children is inestimable. Stay away from the classes where teachers are known not to ruffle feathers. You will be comfortable and…
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The Divine Drama
When my beloved young friend was settling her mother’s estate, she gave me this wooden sculpture and said this belongs to you. My first thought was in awe that she thought this and my second thought to the monk was, ‘where have you been all my life?.’ Through moves and floods it has come with…
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Give A Moment of Thought. . . . .
What it is we desire, is often delivered in spades. Trophies do not always hang on walls. Often they hang on the heart. It is more than all right to feel kindly about oneself. It is the only home one has for this space in time. Oftentimes what we call a mind set is…
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Silent Moments
Those with short memories are wonderful party people. Those with long memories are the ones to keep nearby for the long haul. If man works out the frizzies in life, the comb will wave on through. Too many people stop at reborn when it is only a way station. There is no wisdom quite like…
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Thoughts Enroute
Thoughts Enroute The cliché ‘I am only human’ is a self qualifier and an excuse in case of failure. Reverse psychology would have humans admitting their divine self and then the Heavens would have reason to shout, ‘Prove it!’ We then might not fall so squarely on our ethics. The only tool necessary in physical…