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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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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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we laugh to hide our hurt. . . .
They were just children with a love offering. It glinted in the ground and when picked up it glittered as a star in the sky. Of course it would be given to the one loved most! And with grimy hand and full heart it was. With words accompanying the gift, they spilled as starbeams…
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As I See It. . .
As I See It . . . . There are no more answers anywhere except those written within the individual on his heart. It is all there for him to discover and what he discovers will be adequate for this time. It works to cover tracks and to discover just one more truth which…
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Pray the garden into a sanctuary. . . . . .
On May 14, 2021, I posted Time’s Gleanings. It is a collection of paradigms as a brief respite in diets of heavy lessons. My last maxim of that post reads like this. . . ‘Like a dancer learning the discipline of a new score, we have rehearsed minute by minute to come to this place, …