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Observations. . . .

By Veronica Hallissey on September 3, 2021 in Observations, Paradigm

I live in a neat house. On the day I set out the trash, garbage pickers drive by to look for good things. They drive away when they realize my garbage is like everyone else’s. They soon realize I don’t throw away good stuff.

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For too many people life is a closed circuit TV. But the channels to other realities are open. In what was once a quiet head, one wonders who left the gym door open at the end of the hall.

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Do we care about the other’s survival? Only to a point because we think we cannot survive without the other. To insure our own survival, we try to mold the Other to the likeness of what we value.

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We tire eventually of depending on sheer endurance.

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Man should give his reasoning mind a chance because his heart has already instructed it.

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Homilies may get to be boring but they are the tie that binds. They are the moorings that keep us from floating without direction.

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Too much is left undone by man’s cliché used as his out. . if God be willing. The truth is, man is not willing.

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Physical boundaries allow us to function in a physical world. But our glimpses into other realities let it be known we are of sound mind and not boundaried in all worlds.

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It is our God Within with glimpsed promises of life everlasting. To dismiss these is to dismiss a gift of spirit that physical life cannot express.

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We are what we know . . .and cannot pretend. . .

By Veronica Hallissey on August 26, 2021 in Lesson, Observations, Touchstone

(sometimes I need to repeat a post simply because I cannot improve upon what I learned. And I want to say to the parents of youngers, listen to them and see from where your kinders come. I want to plant what this younger said at 7 into those who sit in power and ask what happened to the knowledge you were born with? And I weep with the same words I cried out loud at the same age. . .you don’t know what you are doing to one another!)

Owning the experience. . .

He was just seven years old and hurt and upset because his brothers and his dad questioned his knowledge. How do you know, they asked him, how do you know? He stormed past the dining room table and shouted at them. I know that I know!

And I heard an ancient head saying the same words and was amazed at this younger of mine. Of course you do, I said, of course. And I hugged him because when you know something and do not question yourself, you hold the oldest and first keys. You had the best mentor and metaphysician and were loved greatly.

A reader wrote to me and said there is a great distinction between knowing and information. She was right and few people would be able to differentiate between the two words.

Many gather information and can quote others profusely. They can say what others have said and use the same words. But they cannot use their own words because the experience is not theirs. It makes all the difference.

As long as the experience misses them they have not the words to describe it. Only their God Within knows the footwork not done. Their language consists of information and not their knowledge.

My seven year old spoke from an ancient knowledge. To know you know means you own the knowledge.

And only you and your God Within knows of your footwork to own the experience.

And the cost of how many lifetimes. . .sweet Jesus, how many? . . .

we do what we can. . . . .

By Veronica Hallissey on August 23, 2021 in Essays, Observations, Touchstone

Researching a topic in spite of all the good intentions, its purpose is they say constructively, to criticize. Make no mistake, criticism in fancy dress still means you are wrong. They want to set you right.

In this case, I realized that all my life I talked to animals and they to me. Trouble only started when I said out loud that I knew something because I understood them. Others feel the same as I do but most say nothing out loud.

The blue jay when I mimicked him tried to take me down and missed. Maudie the dove, allowed me to watch her and when I had to move her and her eggs, let me and even pick up her hesitating chicks to give a boost to their first flight.

Like the bird who rested for a second on my back while I sat on the patio. When in grief we were ready to put Prince down, I hesitated somehow hoping something would save me and my heart would not break.

As if printed in bas relief were the words above his head staring straight at me, . .you would not make me do this alone? I said out loud of course not and followed him out.

What brought me to this was Leroy, our Newfie, who yodeled and told me how happy he was and feeling good. I kissed his bushy head and when in the kitchen realized that I knew he felt good because he had transferred a picture of me massaging him with lotion the day before and it helped his itchiness.

Coming to mind was Temple Grandin, who even with a handicap was able to communicate with animals, making a life helping them.

Not as grand a scale of course, but in my way, in my frame of reference, this is what I do and I would suppose, lots of people. We have animals we love who love us. In our way we take care of each other.

If we approach our commitments in such manner, life will be magnificent in all aspects and evolution will be enjoined across the board for human enrichment. The timing for this will be prime because how could goodness however small in scope, not be used? If it was not, we would not be.

And we will find what we think is a small effort, is in effect, magnificent. There is nothing this world can give to reward your heart’s offering. Only the Greater Heart understands its value.

the immigrant. . . .

By Veronica Hallissey on August 16, 2021 in Observations, Poetry, Touchstone

Immigrant. . .

I watched as you worked
a mind through endless turmoil,
sifting and sorting truth and fantasy
and arriving. . .

You opened eyes and unblinkingly stated,
‘you have always known, haven’t you?
How did you do it?’

I knew I could not take
even a moment of self revelation away,
answered, ‘in my way. I loved and
raised babies and painted
roses on their cheeks and
planted evergreens in their hearts.’

And in a way I had not known,
closed a part of memory so I could do it
all for real, so I would use the same rules
you did and everyone else.

But you did not play by the rules.
They were changed so quickly for you
that you could not switch tracks.

So now I write why.
I compose odes and melodies
and tie my feelings in knots
and look for entry into a world
I know by heart.

It is one I never left, even to come here.
I carried it around like a money belt
all the days of my life.
And I know now that when I go

it will be to the old country.

July18, 1987

We are all immigrants and have worn our coats of many colors. We participate in this magnificent experiment of these United States. . . sharing similar features and wondrous histories with life everlasting wearing our coats of many colors. Go to the quiet place and look at who you are with heart.

The Scales Are Just. . . .

By Veronica Hallissey on July 5, 2021 in Observations, Paradigm

We are not the product of one lifetime, but many lifetimes and many frameworks. And we are a reference point to other frameworks.
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The Ego which needs continual stroking becomes unwieldly and obscures divine passage.
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‘I am only human’ is an excuse that has been overworked.
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To dismantle another’s world demands that we stay around long enough to help build another one.
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Within is the rest and without is the charm.
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We need to see things as they more nearly are.
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To create a reality is everyone’s business and cooperation is necessary. It is a communal endeavor.
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To build a philosophy to fit a perspective and includes our commitments has a high cost.
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The highest framework we can choose is the one by which the heart is healed.
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Heaven rushes to the side of our cradle to give proof that we are not abandoned.
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To ask presumes the divine presence in the Other. It is a love affair of the greatest kind.
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We aim to educate the heart. And the condition of the heart will determine the cost of tuition.
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If by our presence we signify criticism, we lecture without opening our mouths.

The Hard Work of Thought. . . .

By Veronica Hallissey on July 1, 2021 in Essays, Observations, Touchstone

It seems going through my head are many things connecting to all things. Nothing stands alone. I am not sure where to begin, if there is a beginning. Perhaps that is what we have to learn, that there is no beginning and no end. It can start anywhere for me and therefore anywhere for you. And that is a big, a huge morsel to swallow.

For me a big deal. Because with every thought, I am hesitating with even telling or sharing anything without a prelude. And if I don’t explain, then what I say has to stand alone and make some sense. Otherwise we are reduced to groans and hums. The question then should be, does it matter?

If you care enough to question why? then it matters. If not, take it from where you stand and run with what you have in hand and head. It will be enough for now. Later may require something more.

I read last night a scribing of June 27, 1991 (yesterday quantum time) that the purpose of life is not meant to be happy. It was meant to be lived and learned from. I came to Earth with that knowledge, dragging a foot from my last world. It was not meant to be a comfort ride through life.

Already there was confirmation that the twig was already bent and would continue to grow. That’s what I mean about connections. The Nazarene said ‘as the twig is bent, so shall it grow.’

Too many think we are a clean slate to be written on. Some are and they are newbies to this classroom. Too many problems are created by thinking we all are newbies. For those of us with histories, each lesson with synergism, integrates. We are the hair pulling parent claiming ‘I treat them all the same!’ And followed by ‘I don’t know where she/he learns that’!

I look at the national scenes of the insurrection against our democracy and the souls who trampled our Constitution, breaking the windows of our governmental house, searing the eyes of the child holding the book telling us how humanity is special. I hear the child question his mother asking why daddy is mad and what means elite? . . .

Pictures easily show what we are not part of and demand little from us. Words demand work from us. Undeniably we have seen our devices of entertainment evolve to become weapons of war. Devices evolve but not the human hands holding them unless the hard work of thinking be done.

When thought has us asking heart questions, the Divine Within already nudges us with answers. Our children are reading the books giving them the right words to ask the right questions.

Please be the right parents for them. They chose you by heart.

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With Credence To Time Warps. . .

By Veronica Hallissey on April 18, 2021 in Essays, Observations, Touchstone

With Credence To Time Warps. . .

(I had a dream where there was an old woman muttering over a young woman in a body cast with only eyes and mouth showing. I told the old woman to release her. I don’t know why she was punished, perhaps for prostitution. And a person throwing a baby gleefully in the air I told stop! Possible joint dislocation with that kind of rough play!)

I edited this journal entry of July 19, 1992 for posting, saying . . . .I am not confused. No, because I already know. I see where the past is still happening someplace. I see ways to rewrite history; to bring from here a portion of history that could help a segment of another. How do I know that or even think it? Imaging taking place where?

There can be no change unless there is a shifting in the mental capacities of the nitty gritty. Like soap and water in the health care system. Or change in forgiving one another in the revenge: punishment concept. You see, unless there are minute changes in even the genetic structure . . . here my hands stutter. . .

There are lots of ways to make changes, aren’t there? You step in and change a past in a world whose present reality would profit wisdom from our present reality. We change a past whose present welcomes our intrusion into their present with new facts.

In my dream with the old woman muttering over a young woman, releasing the young one put a pause in the genetic structure that would have taken centuries to overcome. Or the one tossing carelessly the child in the air and ordered to stop gave him pause in action. Joint dislocation was reason enough.

What is puzzling is that I grasp this. That somehow by altering the consciousness of the past, we are in turn altering the genetic line through which we pass. And speeding up the process of evolution which needs speed since we are running out of time, Earthwise and human wise. It is enough to put us all to sleep, permanently.

Genetic engineering can wipe out diseases but changes in thinking must be done on a level where time lines of knowledge and lack thereof would welcome intervention. And what better level than education in another dimension. DNA can be restructured and codes rewritten in cell structure are being learned.

Not lost on me is this 1931 farm girl giving credence to time warps, but education in time warps to boot. In primitive form was a germ of an idea in a dream with a lesson. Somehow lost is the validity of our connection to life. And also lost is our pride in learning. Everything teaches but we must be alert by feeding our minds humanity’s potential for good .

Life is everlasting and with encouragement we would also ensure humanity’s progress.

We Are It, Sailors, We are It . . . . .

By Veronica Hallissey on April 13, 2021 in Lesson, Observations, Touchstone

Take to Heart This Earth Planet Classroom. . . . .

I have been in a few rooms when some beloveds have been preparing to transit this world. Some have been hospital rooms where it has been calmer when attention is focused on what was happening and not being diverted from the one leaving our world.

I am grateful to those who felt safe with me to share their experiences in leaving this world and trusted me to understand what they were saying. I have been there when information went against beliefs held by others present and the words were ‘it’s the medicine talking’ or some religious salves they felt necessary.

When our David said they were calling his name with his presence required for work on the Intergalactic Council for Peace. . . he was alert and not dreaming. It would have been cosmic shortsightedness not to avail his caliber of knowledge when the need was acute and the service on hand.

We have seen unqualified people in high places requiring expert and precise knowledge. We are living the results of such a calamitous journey now. And how we rejoice to see learned ones called upon again for what we hungered.

I took David’s statement as truth of the Council because I had heard the topic discussed years before his hospitalization. And never by him but by people well versed in stellar knowledge.

When my mentor, the Nazarene stood on the rock and said his famous much rendered I will build speech that the Romans took and ran with, he also said in plain words that here on Earth we are the reflection of heaven and heaven the reflection of Earth, the what is loosed segment seldom repeated.

Take those words seriously because they are meant to be serious. There is no better place than here right where we are. We are the reflection. We are it, sailors, we are it.

The only reason to make a difference in this world, altruism aside, (the true altruistic persons are few, if any) is with the difference we make in ourselves. When we come to this conclusion and know the reason, we will remember that the purpose of this Earth is to be a classroom.

Things are not going to change because the purpose for us is to change ourselves. And we hold that card. When we do, we are graduates to the Universe, where there are places needing work.

Places are many. . . planets and worlds with names and no names but workers are few. It’s like Ethics class where conscience line dries for public scrutiny. Nobody shows up. Will you?

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Claudia Hallissey

The Happy Camper Gleanings. . . .

By Veronica Hallissey on April 8, 2021 in Observations, Paradigm

Man can strike the essence of what is wrong in the arena the heavens cannot reach.
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Man must process an enormous amount of garbage in the place where integration of the human is of vital interest.
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The sounds of mortal life cut deeply and quickly and with great pain to those who have ears to hear.
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Television is the answer to a lifetime prayer for some. To be entertained without having to participate is the ultimate dream.
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Rehearsed rhetoric is a game to use for one’s own justification.
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Humanity’s progress comes quarter inch by quarter inch. We can jumpstart evolution simply by opening a book to learn something new.
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Mass evolution is an oxymoron, a contradiction in terms; never a fact and never a reality.
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Ambition takes on the sharpness of a double edged sword. Not only do we benefit when applied to learning, but our circle of commitments benefit also.

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Motion gives the illusion of growth and to man means progress.
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Life is a pleasure when all things are left out except those giving pleasure. Yet we all know that only with struggles do we actually prosper in character.
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What is here and now is no different than anywhere else. Only our sense of it makes a difference. And of course, the costumes.
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The life of the least is more than something. It is all there is.
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The universe may be neither good nor bad, but it cares because it too, must survive.

Some Awards Do Not Hang On Walls. . . . .

By Veronica Hallissey on March 13, 2021 in Observations, Paradigm, Touchstone

Often we think nothing has been accomplished in our lives, so I encourage journal keeping, if only a few sentences limited to what one learns in the day. Many of us have enlisted our efforts in what cannot be seen. The journals will show the awards that hang on the heart and not on the walls. They will show that some awards money cannot touch and are priceless.

The following maxims and gleanings were taken from a June 10, 2013 entry. Some were scribed and others focused in dialogue. Sit with one or two and write what you know when they take your thought. Surprise yourself with what you have learned on your journey. . .

Feeding a body is crucial but to starve a mind is criminal.
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The world is full of many riches. Mental activity in only one form is not for everyone.
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We can walk from the mental buffet and eat a bit from all tables and never be at a loss to learn.
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When husband and wife, daughter and son, sister and brother, friend and lover skills are not called upon, make cradles and cars, books and hats and be a prized trophy of a human. Do and you will be shown how.
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How we conduct our lives and what we learn determines the world we prepare for.

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What you love into being, you become and graduate to.
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When you become the person you hope to meet, you are the person looked for.
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Go with the God who made you. He, She, It, They certainly did a good piece of work with you.
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Remember, when beliefs are dislodged, often the person holding them is dislodged also. But further study ALWAYS enlightens because the premises are broadened, the picture enlarged. Do your best and study hard. Ancient studies taught me that educating a son, one educates one man. Educating a daughter, one educates a family. What happens on the world stage is determined by what happens within the four walls where one’s life begins. Begin anew.

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