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Beneath the Wings. . . . .
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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. …
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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…
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Ideas. . the power behind the horse. . .
This is from a journal entry shortly after my cardiac arrests. Again I mention since my head works in quantum physics, it is as yesterday. The scribing is as true today because time is our measure, the measure our planet works with. I had been slothful I wrote because I read immersed in family sagas…
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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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it is all for real. . . we must care what we do. . . .
November 4, 2019—the night before, Sunday the 3rd of November I read the following and it undid me. I will write more of this time later but need to post the edited journal entry of Oct 24, ’91. I have only been familiar with quantum theory since 2015 and Michael Talbot’s holographic universe. This has…
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Scribing Selections. . .
Scribing Selections. . . . The world opens and closes to give us glimpses momentarily. But these glimpses of the view linger to haunt us forever. ***** What you see is not what you get. What you get is what you see. ***** What stays in the mind is easier to relate to than…