Category: scribed lectures

  • Our Hearts Shout Our Validity . . . .

    Mar 10, 2024. . . it seems I repeat and repeat.  We are not a stupid people, yet why do we act so?  I received an email from a daughter which was written on my forehead.  (it seems so anyway because I remembered it immediately.  words were thus. . . no matter how broad the…

  • A Way For Me. . . when body balks. .bread for the day. . .

    March 3, 2024. . . I do what is foreign to me now.  I am putting  with only some editing whole journal entries with feedback from my teachers.  For those inclined to scoff at what is given, I say just try to do it.  I came into this life with a foot still in my…

  • Parent On Premises . . .

    When my youngest was born and I realized I was the parent on premises, literately and figuratively, there were certain things in my belief systems that I knew and took possession of. I owned the knowledge and its consequences, not verbally expressed but  were my walking companions. I wanted this knowledge to be part of…

  • The Vault Of God. . . you know, my friend, you know. . .

        ‘How did you know to do it?’ he asked. I loved and raised babies and painted roses on their cheeks and planted evergreens in their hearts. Now you should put the sabers at the foot of the evergreens. The dove sings high, gargles her song at times, but you know my friend, you…

  • All Who I Am. . . with knees bent . .

    I scribed October 10, 1983. . . We wait for this day.  You hear the arguments in the head and you think all the while the hands do the mind’s bidding.  In this we find a great interest and comfort knowing that it is possible to function in a secular life and continue to grow. …

  • the twig already bent from a somewhere and . . . when. . .

          How To Do It. . . .when I scribe. . . . You ask. . .             On focusing, your thoughts, your words. . .             how do you do it? I say. . .   I barrel down into my center and listen             with my inner ear and hear what…

  • All Who I ARE. . .

    The Kabbalah, practiced before Judaism, states that death is not final.  When the Sages died, they simply went into the next room.  Seekers then could enter and ask their questions and converse.   Scribing was done by the chosen seekers .  I have scribed for a long time and many do and call it automatic writing…

  • Because of Love and Balance, not Fear. . .

    On December 30, 2017 I wrote the following.  I edit only for space and my comments in the writing since then . . . I sat with my coffee and thought vengeance is mine saith the lord and took it to say with my vision, ahhh yeah.  There is balance and I will write it.…

  • I Crashed The Gates. . . .

    I have spent time in why I have reached some conclusions and also wish to write a post to explain a bit about my ability to scribe.  I have been into scribing since the ‘60’s and even have the first poem, almost committed to memory.  And that is not an easy mode for me, to…

  • No Place To Go . . . .

    There are others who have experience in matters not common.  I have kept notes on dreams and researched my experiences.  I could not speak openly and was cautioned much because of public circumstances.  Times are different and I speak for the children who are different. There are babies now being born who have been mentored and…