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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 with many trips to the bank. The difference is on how deeply one is able to focus.  When questioned I was told it is a quirk of mind.  The following was scribed on July 24, 1984.

“I asked. . . was it a different world?  It was.  It was a world where belief had the power of logic, where prayer was direct communication with what was the belief of the time, where the arch angels stepped between man and his desires and procured them for the supplicant.  It was all these things and more.  Man did not roam the earth without anchor at will or put his faith in machines which mimicked his mind.  He conquered what needed to be conquered with the virtue within.  He did these things because he did not know he could not do them.  With all that he was, he could do anything.”  

The following is a conclusion I reached by study and discipline and teaching by good scholars.  The footwork was more than a half century trudged.  Not a happenstance but a Given with due regard.  I have no credentials but offer these to thought and explanation.  It is my logic on our coats of many colors.

Joseph was one of many brothers.  He was special to their father Jacob and was given a coat of many colors.  This coat was envied by the brothers and caused jealousy.  They talked of doing away with him.

The story is already written but what I am Given is a reason for this.  I assume Jacob, the father, was versed in sacred scripture and conversed with peers.  So when Joseph was of age, his father gave him a coat of many colors.  To those of mind, it was because  Joseph had memory of prior lives lived, in skins of many colors for the times chosen and worlds.

This was only a Given after many years of study.   Skin color, race, geography, nationality, all the possessive fractions are these where humans are sensitive and have not worked out personal prejudices due at best to personal grievances.  It is an area of mind and behavior where children are born indifferent and accepting of all and should be a Light to us.  Hate and prejudice are first  lessons taught from the beginning by parental grievances.   It undermines all the insistence teachers preach on the values of love and kindness.  Hate is for a child, gut wrenching, and the cause of much vomiting mornings before school.

My mentor, the Nazarene, could only speak of life everlasting.  To the each, the subject varied and had meaning only to the thoughtful. Others let those who were paid big monies do the discerning.  Logic prevailed and the only viable answer was the skin of many colors. 

I wrote All Who I Am in the  summer of 1982.  It was only recently I ventured the poem onto my blog .  I identified with the black woman running late with breasts  flapping onto bare skin to the anger of the mate waiting . . .related to the man walking his camel in the desert  being harvest for the flies,  identifying with the Polish woman kneading her bread . . . I am relating to all in the poem and knowing them intimately not as second skin, but intimate skin  through many lifetimes.

It will be said that my imagination is vivid.  And that was a Given also, that imagination is memory with icons signifying their substance.  Another time for that subject.  Our memory banks are full of treasures for those who will focus within the closet of themselves for treasure hunting.  The only requirement?

Only a bucket of courage and hopefully a support system.  And lots of Amen and Amen.

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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.
Vengeance is mine.  And the need for a greater than who I am god was
necessary   because man was where he was in growth and time.  And to
teach this was a necessity  to have an outside intelligence greater than the
knowledge man felt at the time.

When we take into consideration this balance, a growth commensurate with  the intelligence sparking within, all things will be compensated.  I need to go back to Emerson again to find the words to refresh.  That all things will be balanced. 

And what is taken illegally, unequally, taken and acknowledged as one’s own,  will be consequential  because  the internal balance is weighed and known.   There are consequences because no one gets away scot free.

Mentally cognizant or not, there is a measuring up at some point.  There is no getting away with anything.  Vengeance is mine, sayeth LIFE in total.  There has to be this dictum or life in any form would no longer Be.

Throughout the universes, throughout , there is balance.  There is intelligence that directs and dictates within the freedom of choice.  Hoping against hope, life in any form will choose what is good for the All.  There is no ‘it don’t matter’ dictum.  It all matters and  consequences are attached, individually and collectively.

The reason is growth and there is nothing junked.  Everything is itemized and noted and destined for good. Or we would no longer Be.

I am not credentialed and do not have the proper words.  In January, 2014 I wrote that Intelligence was the primary factor of all Universes.  Nothing taken for granted as a non life because the least seemingly alive has what is still an unknown to look for. It holds desire within to unite with Life and ultimately grow to other forms of intelligence, other forms of life.  I wrote of God In A Rock.

((I see the vengeance is mine concept as life begetting life, not out of anger or fear or desire to best the impossible.  But to allow growth and ultimate life in the best capacity.  And what that capacity will be, we do not know. 

Having ventured onto this particular journey’s path, this step was the eventual one to be taken.  It is not the only path nor only journey, but just as history has shown man’s footwork,  nothing new seemingly is changed, just costumes and language. 

Though physically unfit for this journey,  hopefully please, my intent  articulate.))

 

 

 

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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 memorize.

The scribing, which is the ancient art that produced sacred words no one reads in the Bible which is housed in almost every home,, with tools an old lady should not know how to use or should have forgotten by this time.

And why was I nudged into journal keeping?  I never had kept notes before as a  younger but when the children came and being married to a community worker who was never home, I was the parent on premise and did not want sons needing to explain their mother’s inadequacies. 

In my terminus, I need to look back and see a life involved on many levels.  There was the parent and person and property manager, home maintenance and laundry, pressing expert and good cooker,  yard keeper as well as appearing publicly of course; dressed, not in sweats.  And sometimes all in the same week.  Without journals I would say it  did not happen.  Could not.

When I was in my study time when the family slept, whole versions of what I heard or was in duelogue with I wrote as fast as I could.  Much later I learned it called scribing.  And what seemed a  fault because I felt isolated, turned into a godsend for me.

On July 21,’90—I scribed. . . It has strengthened you beyond measure and given rise to talents long thought to be dead.  Yet here we are participating in an event of ancient times with legendary systems operating.  Yet in today’s language and the use of the computer, how to explain it?  No need, not in your time.

Listen  God, you said this morning.  I am here and this is what is going on.  It is a wise soul to bring oneself into position to be listened to.  Remember, that to reach the point of confrontation, it had to be real.  Your memories, however obtuse had to rise and be accounted for.  The memories are valid, complete with the ones of adjusted time frames where you are.  Complete with the agonies produced and dismissed.  For in their time, they were sufficient.

Listen god, you will say and we will listen.  The Great Spirit harkens to the sound when the position is thought through and the footwork completed.  We love as avidly as you .  Go and bless the good day.

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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 if they are fortunate and have support they will teach the lot of us from where they come.

In the Dead Sea Scrolls a disciple asked Jesus where we go when we die and Jesus answered, why do you ask when you never wondered where you came from?  He also said the ‘the twig is bent’  and religions don’t mention apriori, before we are born. Most assume that all is formed after birth but every parent knows each child comes already predisposed.   My exasperated mother would gladly have told you about me.

As I look back on things,  as we are apt to do when we wish to make sense out of a life that at times held little,  I find more things connect.  Yet small incidents were crucial  for the larger events to play out.  When I think back on the arguments that have taken my energy,  I still have difficulty understanding where sacrificing one life so that another can live is fair or rational. Religions have been based on this principle.

No Place To Go. . . 

Your words are strong
my eldest says. . .
and the road made accessible
for the rest of us.
No need I say, no need.
You will do what is yours to do
in your own way.

The road is closed
with wooden horses barring the way,
not for repair but because
a new road is laid.

My mentor said what is done for one
is done for all. . .so the heavens made bet
it would never be done but it seems
I was the surprise.  It is done.

They say they give an inch
and I take a mile.
My verbiage is clear.
My focus enables focus
in boundary-less places as I weave
in and out of black holes and wind  drifts
to find myself welcomed.

I have friends all over
who wait except where I am.
Here I am different and in this place
to be different puts one outside looking in.
They do not know
where I am coming from.
My vernacular is not theirs and

I have no place to go with what I know.

 

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Beneath the Wings. . . . .

 

                                                                                                             

You have often thought if it was written, it was  meant to be understood.  Only you know now that it is the hardest thing to do.  If the frame of reference is not large enough for the topic,  then no understanding ever will come from the words even when the desire is there.  The footwork  has to be done.  The boundaries of knowledge must be broadened  and then the reading will have meaning because the frame of reference will have been enlarged.

 

 

We will talk of philosophy
and we will talk of poetry.
We will talk of people and Beings
and we will again
grace the lovely work
of the Great God and say
we walk beneath the wings of him

who holds us together.

 

photo by John Holmes

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When Scribing With Heart . . .

I wrote this letter to Jane and when I finished I realized that I scribed it.  Because it was of my heart that I wrote, and it was a personal letter, I had to ask permission to post it.  There are so many important sentences with lessons involved, that if I was a teacher with credentials here I would take them one by one and lecture each.  I have permission to share from Jane but leave the lessons for each reader’s discernment. 

Jane,  I moved myself from the TV room  and came into the workroom.  A mess but better this understandable mess than the one in the living room of the insurrection portrayed within our country’s chambers.  My heart breaks and I tire of crying because it takes all my energy.  I  cannot conjure up anger or sympathies or outrage by the behavior of adult bodies acting like children hardwired on sugar.

It all takes energy I do not have.  But I was astonished by your post of the quilt.  My first feeling is of amazement.  How did you stay with it so long, working so intricately with details?  You did not hurry and finish, but the last details if there were any, are just as painstaking as the first.  That is what amazes me. 7

I could not take the time with things I loved doing because I was called on to help with the so called real work of my mother or the hurry up and finish because of what I had to do when married.  I immediately see these in the display of people who obviously loved their work.  And you are an example of that.

It takes my eye right away.  What beautiful work you did on this quilt.  The handwork and the machine work is so precise and so lovingly done.  Thank you for posting this. You restored my faith in work that obviously took a good teacher when you were learning and you were a good student to adhere to principles of good workmanship.  I could do a chapter on this quilt and your work without half trying.

My husband always said I read too much into things.  It was because he did not see what I saw.  We all see differently.  You would agree to what I see in your work now and say I am on target.  Even if it was not in your conscious mind before. 

But your mother was a good teacher.  Her work you have said you want to finish what was not finished.  And because there was love between you,  you were a good student of what she taught.  And because of that love,  she was the recipient of your loving care for a long time. 

People don’t often realize character is revealed by the actions of their days.  What goes into our rearing leaves its mark.  And determines our touch on everything including the lives of commitments.  You are quite wonderful, probably even more so than what we know.

Your hands have learned beautiful things.  You lay them on what you do with artistry, and in that artistry is great love.  Thank you for showing me this.  Loving you,  Veronica

http://Little House of Home Arts

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To Speak With Heart . . .

(Because I feel iffy and at 6’s and 7’s, weighing in on me is where do I go.  I scribed this journal entry December 26, 2020 and edited it for space. )   

Sit a spell and listen.  If we could enlighten you we would.  If we had knowledge of this world to which you aspire, we would give a hand and tell you.  But you again will find the same feelings facing you and wonder where did you go astray. 

But there is no answer.  You understand that.  Take a listen right now and  look at what it is you ask.  Where you fit in and where is it you are going?  We don’t have a clue, you know we don’t.  Because you don’t have a clue or a blueprint that you follow.  And so what can we surmise? 

Now you wish to know where you head to.   Could be anywhere.  Could be  you take a sidecar to play awhile and think a time out for sure.  It would be a breather of sorts for everyone.   Us, too.

When the Science Gods worked to contain this Covid -19 with simple measures like wearing a mask and distancing until the miracle vaccines take effect, until they knew  in their private thoughts they worked on what they could surmise and hoped it was true,  there were things they could not  identify until they knew what to look for.  They worked toward that Eureka moment to tell them a something they worked was valid. 

The vaccine of the Covid was only accomplished by the footwork of all who have gone the route in their prescribed ministry.  This ministry vaccinated decades of people wanting to keep breathing amidst all the virulence threatening them.   

They have cared for the multitudes as a godparent for his children.  As a healer would from the times he carried a skin with a handful of home remedies only the shamans knew about.  Only the farmer knew from pulling the calf from the cow in the cold night in a cold barn.  And the midwife knew as young girls gave birth from the first times to a houseful of babies.  

You cannot wonder who did the footwork anymore.  Miracles?  Ahh yes,  the miracle of man, in his nascent wanderings among his fellows trying to be of help.   A ministry, of course. 

One thinks of religious acumen, but in this case it is the discipline of Science lifting itself with dedicated purpose to ease the route of the fellow traveler. 

Listening, studying, trying unheard of remedies with the likes of disputed therapies to uncover a maybe that turns into a miracle.  Like a religious order granting discipleship, the Science ministry itself becomes one of service.

So what is the good news of Medical Science?  To learn how best to serve mankind and to teach how best in this complicated time with all creatures determined on breathing the same air, to comingle in good health.  It is a new world every day and we don’t know where we go.

It is as confusing for the invisible world as the visible.  As feasible as the question of where was the beginning.   Perhaps the answer and the one most cognizant would be when mankind’s mental capacity is equal to understanding where was his beginning.

To deny as mankind does, what is ever present, pushes conceptual information further away.   That would mean of course, there would be significant growth in the brain’s capacity to understand why he even jumped ship.

And with no capacity to understand his beginning, there is no ability to envision future potential and no vocabulary to speak should we even attempt description.

Who else says this?  The philosophical bards shouted them equal and one and the same;  Evolution and the Divine!   You have a compatriot that counsels?  

Until you offer us introduction,  we know our offerings depend a great deal on concerted efforts.  We appreciate yours. 

Evergreen and roses
family gift from John Holmes

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Everlasting Life. . we are already in Eternity. . . .

Life Everlasting. . . we are already in Eternity. . . .

 I scribed you cannot list the world’s disorders without revealing yours in duplicate.  If one cannot relate to the ills surrounding, can we expect something to be done with what is not seen?  Is life to be lived for others or for self gratification?  Is one’s pursuit for happiness the meaning of it all?

When your mind travels to strange places and then you’re dumped unceremoniously amidst daily deposits of crud, how to make peace with it all?   I found my experiences unsettling in  kind words, but requiring years of shoe leather to gain a semblance of calm. 

I truly had miles to walk before I sleep as my winter’s poet said.  I made many oceans.

 

I scribed February 19, 1989. . . .edited for space only. . .

When you have tramped the world and know other worlds deserve consideration, you have already opened yourself to what a universe of good can bring about.

We are an experiment in time with our fledgling democracy when other countries have prided themselves on their longstanding existence and smugly reminding us of it.   Noting  our now struggle  to re-establish prior goals and regain footing, we take pride in our immigrant status as preparation for universal life.

When one assumes a good, an attainment one recognizes just beyond reach, is where the challenge is, where the purpose is.  To make manifest that good in whatever existence one is, then that purpose is one’s own purpose to continue to the betterment of universal life.  Everyone prospers, everyone benefits.  We hold onto the bigger picture.

Religions  have tried through centuries to show that ‘as above, so below.’  We are the reenactment of other world  trials and when we succeed, universal and cosmic life succeeds.  Life in every dimension is enhanced.  When we vet  each other by critical standards we adhere to in our most public and private encounters,  we then adjudge with compassion.  Science finds new planets circling to show life in forms not known yet to common thought.

We then as children are colorblind and compassionate in character, to see the absolute efforts engaged by others to then be ourselves judged.  The God Within or our uncommon Spirit  employed by us, will demand an honesty not to be compromised.

As a country we strive to see not color nor handicaps, not differences in appearance but a steadfast gaze in eyes striving to connect, to see not mishaps in appendages, in lacks of the common attributes,  but in arms and hands reaching out to us.  

Everything striving to accommodate the newly portioned lives while trying hard to hold onto what cultures give for stability.  We know we are a motley crew of stewards in a new land looking to being a friend in a place once designed to welcome us.

Maturity with empathy and compassion are required to relate instead of how to confront.  What greater good is there?  We then contribute to the Allness of the Father,  the Allness of Life, the life sustaining Spirit giving life,  (however we chance to call it) so all may live and grow and prosper.

In the most selfish sense we do the best  we can to make it easier on ourselves.  Because life is everlasting and we the God participants partake in it over and over and over again.  That is what evolution is all about.  And one day we find ourselves not on the outside looking in but finally on the inside, home.

One has to learn to walk in all shoes to know how heavy the burden.  We are already in Eternity.

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We Must Learn From Our Past. . . . .

 It was 1974 that I awakened early and wrote what I remembered.  The past is still happening, the future has already happened and here in the present, we race to catch up with it.  . . . . forgetting the years of my walking around the neighborhood when presented with concepts too hard to absorb. 

I had no one to lean on nor to talk about this.  It was a solitary journey.  Yet I read recently (years ago?) that Albert Einstein said unless time is understood, there would be no understanding of the ‘who I am’ in us.

(Feb 1, 2018—I scribed . . We deal with linear measurement.  It has stabilized the environment and made teaching easier.  Children now being born are versed to the enth degree in other worlds where they are familiar, here have difficulty with this Earth’s time element. 

So now we insert the thought that all this has a connection.  It is of utmost importance that the simultaneous worlds, of time and events are still happening is essential to growth. 

We have here the ability which you display to live almost to a hundred with the idea which has sustained you through the years.  You know that simultaneous is what you do as you cross boundaries in worlds that have no name.  You take events and artifacts from one culture and take them with you and display them with the artifacts of the world you are in. 

Where do ideas come from?  You already have the makings of technology that other worlds already are using.  They are brought through dreams, through meditation, through conference with other entities, beings which are in silence sometimes but vividly portraying the ideas through icons.  The emphasis is always on progress with integrity.  You get that.  You see that. 

What is being displayed now is reckless abandon of institutions which need to be respected.  It has taken mankind a long and arduous time of it to come to this place where there is respect for law and enforcement of ideas which are good for the majority.  

 What we are seeing is the abandonment of courage which was hard won and now trampled on by spinelessness which is an embarrassment that must be contended.  The panic and fright of grown people is not to be tolerated by the stubborn greediness and lack of respect which surfaces.

 In the concept of simultaneous time we have a religious leader who tried to teach the concept of many worlds.  When the man Jesus went to the mountain and spent time with the invisibles he was able to bring to man, then in the primary state, the concept of my father’s house has many rooms.

It would have been impossible to bring the idea of worlds such as the earth planet into thinking when man thought the horizon meant the end of the world he knew.  The idea then of a universe full of whirling planets was impossible to conceive.  What you have is the simple concept of a large house with rooms and you have gone into that many times. 

When Jesus said to give to Caesar what is Caesar’s and to God what is God’s, he already knew that man had created a better and bigger version of himself.  This is what the Grandfather God has evolved to. 

 It was impossible at the time of the Master and impossible now for some to think of the undergirding principle of the universes as the sacred as well as spiritual underpinning of all creation.  That a sparrow is noted as well as the human is difficult but somehow spanning the abyss man does by the magnificence of the god he has created.

You go into this all the time with the ones who feel that the hand of God is on them but he was deaf and is deaf to the millions who scream in pain from hunger and mutilation.  How to bridge the gap? 

Take it one thing at a time.  You place and rightly the spirit or sacred within man.  How he is to claim his spirituality and become the divine soul in his right is what your work indicates.  How to do it?  You do it.  Just do it.  Inch by wretched quarter inch and we make progress.

The past is still happening.  The future has already happened.  And here in the present we race to catch up with it.  This is the first concept that must be integrated.  All that is necessary is for man to relate to his history. 

See where man has been and where he is today and what he has not, not is emphasized, learned.  Because if the lesson is not learned, we redo the lesson.  Except the circumstances are not going to be as conducive as they were previously and may be more difficult for the student. 

The past is still happening; the icons are being smashed, symbolizing centuries of man’s desire to translate the divine into the material.  Take the thought, take the thought and emphasize it. 

Not only does man smash the icons but also the humans who built them.

 

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It Would Have Blown My Mind. . . .

  Everything Teaches. . . . 

A friend and I discussed how difficult it was for humans not to think we are the most intelligent of beings.  Of course he said, no matter what color they are, people think other beings cannot be intelligent.

In Doris Lessing’s Shikasta series, Klorathy said the most intelligent were beings without mouths and had tentacles for speaking at the end of their hands.

In a February 2014  journal I scribed. . . . What if we were to introduce a creature of high intelligence but other than what you  think about and say to you this is how you are in a different focus?  What if you are shown in dreams how you appear to us whom you consider teachers and yet grant intelligence of the highest kind?  What would you think then?  Can you visualize what we see when we envision your form?  What can you bring to mind?. . . .

I edited my answer for space. (It is outside my frame of reference.  I can only conjure up with specifics.  Lessing used language as a measure and even then I need a dictionary.  For words like dwarf or bulk or wide or silvery, these I visualize. )

Work today 5.7.20. . I scribed  . . .  beginning what you wish as differences in appearance, we would tell you not to worry about what is fashionable.  Not to worry about what your hair looks like.  Except you think what you are comfortable with.  And right you are.  Not to be outlandish and draw attention to how you differ in appearance is one less thing you contend with.

But we take it from there.  Fashionable on a daily basis you think not.  It requires too much energy you find wanting.  But cleanliness is crucial to you.  To others who have no water to drink, cleanliness is luxury. 

But many would find it difficult to pay attention to intelligence should they find a dirty exterior.  Yet worlds there are, where this is not a factual but a luxury again.  It would take awhile to put the olfactories to sleep and pay attention to thought.  And there is the matter of speech making a big difference. 

Talk about the recent experience with the Newfie, Leroy.

This is mine and it surprises me for this to come up now. . .  (last week upon awaking I found Leroy out in the garage with son John and I greeted him with how well Leroy was.  {in his recovery after blowing out two legs before Christmas 2019}  He yodeled his greeting as he happily now does.

When I came in to get his breakfast I realized he transferred a picture to me when he yodeled and it was of yesterday when I rubbed him down with moisturizer to oil his skin and new fur, having been shaved for surgery.  He loves hands on massaging.  I thought immediately of the woman who talked to cows whose name I could not bring up.  I googled and found Temple Grandin , whose talents were the bedrock of much needed improvement in slaughterhouses.

Since Leroy’s surgeries he is again a happy camper.  He yodels in prelude to mind pictures voicing his wants.  He is a case study for me in spades and in transferring thought with pictures worth 10,000 words.

Leroy brought to mind other dogs and journal entries when thought impressions occurred.  I learned their needs and went about doing those.  But this time I made the vivid connection with Temple Grandin.

(5.29.2020….It is not surprising  now that I scribed the teacher asking about Leroy since we were into how important speech is.  I had already journaled the mental picture with the yodel. Even now I see that our other dogs often did transfer pictures I accepted, though never called them intentional communication.   I just knew and acted.  In hindsight with today’s understanding of what all I was able to do that was not common, it would have blown my mind.

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