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  • Riding The Ethers

    Riding The Ethers

    We are what we are for if we understood what we could be we would take our show on the road as an example.

    To push our ideals on another will only ostracize us from the love that struggles to make it to the finish line.

    When love is not, nothing else is.

    You cannot fix much when no one sees what is broken.

    Is a eulogy the same as justification for a life?

    Needing is not loving.   They are not the same.

    To change even one behavior pattern demands that all behavior patterns be changed.  And many are not equal to the task.

    Freedom of choice is a responsibility.  It is also a sacrament.

    The world speaks with a forked tongue.

    There are those who close their eyes to what it is they see because they know what they see will contradict what they choose to believe.

    The look of innocence is a state of shock.  It is the place where the soul rests, the mind has stopped pursuing and spirit dares not delve deeper.  It is where the rubber hits the road and burns.

    June 22, 2015
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • Your Highest and Best

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    Because I did not, due to lack of forethought, post the photos of the books, Kiss The Moon and The Last Bird Sings, and also the wall quilt which I will be offering, I do so today and hope that with the photos will come a few more comments.

    For those of you who have been on the fence with your comments, I hope you do have a few moments today to put down some thoughts as to whom you would take as your guide or mentor as the standard you would gauge your thoughts and behavior.   The question probably should be, who in your history, whether fraternal or in cultural or religious history, would you like to be most like.   Who would be your standard as to your most perfect Being.   If you began your hero’s journey today, who would have the answers to the questions you would likely be struggling with.

    Because I think this is an important question for all of us, I am extending the cut off date to Wednesday, the 24th of June.   I think in our need to care for our planet, as well as ourselves, I think the question should be uppermost in our thinking.   Everything hinges on our improvement in all areas.   If the well being of our planet depends on our evolution into thinking and caring people, and never is their mass evolution, we must begin with ourselves. Each of us is important to the well being of everyone. We do not dismiss nor discount anyone.

    June 21, 2015
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • Papa, I Plead Now. . . . .

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    The Strange Bequest

    There was a man,
    a slim man,
    whose head was bedecked
    with a white cloud
    and whose eyes saw dreams
    he could not articulate.

    He sat one day
    staring into space
    and when I questioned him, he said,
    ‘I am sitting and watching
    the grass grow.’
    I hesitated far too long
    and have lived to regret it.

    I wish the courage had been mine
    to have asked him
    to share his dreams with me.
    For he bequeathed to me
    a mind that does not rest.

    I have the thought that his father
    and father before him,
    wrestled the same misty vision
    which now is mine to set in motion.

    I question this strange bequest,
    for I have not
    the staunch heart required
    to lay to rest my ancestor’s anguish.

    Papa, I plead now,
    to replace my heart with hot ore,
    inject me with a vial
    of celestial courage
    and fuse my spine with tempered steel.

    There is so little time.

     

     

     

    art by Claudia Hallissey

     

     

     

    June 18, 2015
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • Who Would You Choose and . . . . Why???

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    Who Would You Choose and . . . . . .Why??

    When  Dante did his pilgrimage in his well known Comedy,  he took with him for his mentor,  Virgil.  Virgil was a philosopher and poet and were the reasons, partly,  why he chose him as his companion.   And the reasons are interesting in themselves since Virgil on this very human journey with Dante reveals himself as not perfect.   Dante chooses Virgil for his very persuasive arguments between good and evil, character, honor, trust,  all the very classic good things of Earth life.   Besides that persuasive voice convinces Dante that his reasons cannot be bested.

    I am now throwing this question out to my readers.   If and when,  (and we should because this is our journey and our purpose) you start out on your hero’s journey,  who would you take as your mentor,  your tour guide, your companion on this most important trip of your life?  Whom have you admired as the Highest and Best  in your thoughts, in your life, in what you have read that you would wish to take as your choice?   Who do you hold as your Highest and Best? ?  This means you know this person as someone studied or chosen for reasons you hold sacred.  When faced with a decision or obstacle,  you would think of your mentor and say this is what he/she would do.  And you care enough to emulate.

    In fifty (50) words or less,  comment this week and I will choose the most convincing of comments.   And of my choosing will be the reward of either of two books,  Kiss the Moon, or The Last Bird Sings, or a small wall quilt.   The reward will be one of those three things.   And on June 22nd, I will announce the winner.   I look forward to this week.

    I am hoping this will be enough for my younger readers to put on their thinking caps and give thought to this very important decision of their entire lives.   And to other readers immersed in this journey,  whom have you chosen and why.   I look forward to your participation.   Let us give it a go.   And make a difference in this world.

    photo of Dante by Wikipedia

    June 14, 2015
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • And They Believed

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    And They Believed

    It has been said with anger
    that I set the bar
    too high
    for mere mortals to scale.
    It was not for them
    the bar was set
    but for me,
    to rise as high
    as the immanent god
    had deemed for me.
    I could not know
    that they would try
    to jump for me.
    I was not the reason.
    It was for them, you see,
    for someone told them
    they would never do it
    and they believed.
    I showed them though,
    they could

    and they surprised themselves.

    photo by John Holmes

    June 9, 2015
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • And We Only Begin

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    When I wrote the post for my blog entitled ‘I Would Teach’  it was about how I came to the conclusion that the reasons for our lessons,  if they can be called that, are logical consequences of our inadvertent or knowledgeable actions.  And the underlying basis has Intelligence and that Intelligence evolves as our intelligence does but in greater leaps.  Unimaginable leaps.   And whether we call this Intelligence God or Father or simply Life,  it is the primary factor of all the Universes.

    It sounds like a simple conclusion to come to but I included also what I call the most minute as well as the largest explosion of life,  the God Participant.   For a more detailed explanation,  the post can be brought up.  But what I did not mention was that this conclusion with all of its ramifications has taken a lifetime to reach.   It doesn’t sound like much, but when a lifetime of steps are taken,  literally the footwork done,  and it is integrated,  along with sifting and sorting all the dogma that has been shouldered throughout however many lifetimes,  the footwork and head work is immense.  A humungous work.   To do it while raising a family and living a life with its own responsibilities, is a difficult endeavor at best. It has stymied many a stronger and bolder human than me.  Was  it necessary?  For me it was or I would continue on my knees to the bridge.    When one tries with all one has to make sense out of life and only nonsense was seen,  one must do something.   When my knock was not heard,  I crashed the gates of heaven.   And it was a put up or shut up kind of overture.   If what I was taught and learned did not work where I was,  it made little difference that it might work elsewhere.  Heaven took me at my insistence and for most of this lifetime,  I have been shepherded.   Everything teaches I was told.  Everything.  Including the heartbreak.

    I have spoken of my Teachers in the previous weeks’ posts,  and I thought in writing about this underlying intelligence of the universes,  I would now include the response from them.   It has been a difficult thing for me to speak about,  but since my years are less in front of me, I want my understanding of this cosmic experience to be voiced.   We have had lifetimes of science doctors giving their understanding about what is normal and what not; I wish for all of us to recognize that mankind is more than psychology.   We have and are a spiritual entity.   And we are more than test tubes and litmus papers.  We are more of who we were when earth rolled into being and we were co-creators in the world of gods.   We were long before the world ever was.

    I do not wish to be part of a world where those who wield power do so because of street smarts.   I wish to be part of a world where the hearts of men meld with the greater heart and we have each others’ well being in our hands.  And we wish to do good.

    The Teachers Speak. . . .It is a good piece of work.  Primary but in its substance of value some good thinking.  You see where it is you come from.  You see where it is that your thought springs and you cannot ever from this point on say that you don’t know from where it is you come.   You have at your fingertips the knowledge of what years of schools and instruction has stymied many a scientific mind.  There will be those who scoff at the simplicity of this page but you know how many years went into its creation.  You have those now who no longer scoff at what life presents nor prevents.

    You have on these pages that beneath the life or the worlds, there is a substance or an Intelligence.   There is nothing that would stop the ever growing list of wonders to say  how did this Intelligence come into being.  Whether it is the big bang theory sending molecules into form, what we do know is that intelligence and common sense are its virtues.  We know we are not incidental to life’s picture.  There are other forms and other life cycles and we participate in all of them.  How we know of this intelligence is by observing the work of those whose business it is to improve life.  To lift the burden of existence to a tolerable level and to wave the spirit of triumph to what has been endowed to the minds that would not stop learning.   This is what it is to be alive.   This is what life is about.  We are placed in this environment to learn.   We are given the heads with its propensities to accomplish what the heart desires.  It is up to parents of these minds to grasp their importance and for themselves to learn the consequences of their actions.  You were right when you warned people to pick up their mistakes.   Their names are attached.  The sages will no longer say I did what I could and did I not have fun?  This is a classroom and this is what we do.  This is our work.   And we only begin.

     

    artwork by Claudia Hallissey

    June 7, 2015
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • A Rock and a Hard Place

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    A Rock and A Hard Place. . . .

    We were told that good works do not guarantee entry into the heaven of choice and yet far too many lives are lived with no thought of the emotional garbage handed on to future generations,  all in the name of ‘doing good.’

    To clean up one’s own act in one area will start the process where self analysis will make one hesitant to condemn the struggling progress of any man.

    To be human is an art to be learned and perfected.

    Man speaks of his humanness with an attitude of debasement when speaking of himself.  ‘I’m only human’ is his excuse, never giving thought to his divine spark that made him human.

    I long to hear man say,  ‘I am of divine nature.’   We would then understand Jesus’ words,  ‘ye are gods!’ and begin to act it.

    We were called Earth Gods when we became human.

    The great war takes place within the singular body of man.   It is the struggle of the child within refusing to grow up and the bigger body fearing that to release the child will bring on man’s inevitable conclusion.

    That we use our mates, our friends, as substitute parents is so true that the understanding of this statement should make us blush.   It is done under the guise of love when in truth the word should be need.

    The framework we choose to inhabit is the security blanket covering all emergencies.

    Wouldn’t you rather grow up and be a friend to Jesus and help carry the load of miseries on this planet?  Instead of adding to the weight of man’s emotional mortgage he carries  for eternity?   Give it some thought.

    And to understand  a premise of the quantum theory that all time is simultaneous,  the time is NOW for all things.   Let us begin to fulfill our promises.

     

    Photo by Kathy Qualiana

    June 4, 2015
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • Journal Entry Excerpt

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    Excerpt from a journal entry

    I write and say. . . . .

    It is necessary for me to ask why;
    otherwise the peeling of my heart has no purpose.
    Why implies a reason, doesn’t it?
    So don’t start by saying it is not enough
    just to live and breathe and see and feel the anguish
    of hurt that should never be;
    implying that this life and earth are not enough
    in themselves because we might get too lazy?
    I can’t believe that.
    Just looking and feeling the North wind is enough
    to stir my senses;
    to lift me from my bed to get on with living;
    to raise the dust out of corners
    too long neglected and lift
    the filthy and sweaty labors and point out
    that these are gifts of life in themselves.
    These are the beauties along with the first snow
    and the harvest intact and sealed and the
    presence of souls who find a reflection
    of what they hold dear in the eyes of an Other.
    These are so.   I say these are so.
    I say because such a world exists
    and there can be a large measure of happiness
    in just such a world.

    Or you think what I see is a rose in a field of weeds?

     

    Needlepoint roses gifted from Diane Rybacki

    June 1, 2015
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • What Will You Do?

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    After reading more  on quantum physics and  the holographic universe,  coming forth are poems from the past,  my linear past, that are in conjunction with work of mine done recently.   I was not prone to think in times simultaneous,  but by having dated my written work,  there is an alliance with both prose and poetry.   I am constantly surprised when a phrase or word seems familiar and going into my files to find work that coincides but also verifies other detailed work .   This road I’ve traveled has not had only direction but  I realize,  great support.  The philosophy I honed needed to work  for me ,  but  heaven needed to see it sustain me in what has been a full  life.    I offer the second  poem now;  one posted three days ago and this latest written in 2013.  

    What Will You Do?

    What will you do
    without your lamentations
    and crosses to carry?  I was asked.

    What will you do
    when you find yourself
    closer to the truth
    than what you care to know?

    This world was made, you say,
    for children and I say,
    so many toys
    they will be forever amused
    and want to return to this
    Disneyland of the Universe.

    But for the children
    we keep the teachers busy
    and place guilt in proper containers
    to have them stick close like glue.

    These teachers have scraped the code
    from the mooring and
    find themselves behind a rock;
    knowing the only way to clean up history
    is to crack the code.

    Which of their students will do it?

    August, 2013

     

    photo by John Holmes

    May 29, 2015
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • Where Will You Go?

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    Where Will You Go?

    Where are you going to go?
    What will you do when you run out
    of lamentations and crosses to bear?

    Where will you go
    and to what world
    where you will be ready
    to transfer when you arrive?
    What will man do or whatever
    will they call the Beings?

    You scraped the code
    from the mooring and find
    yourself behind a rock.
    Now the road is blocked and
    whatever will you do?

    Horrendous is
    the weight of the rock and
    so far to walk around it.
    What should have taken eternities
    now find you where?

    In place and content, dear heart, in place and content.

     

    July 30, 1989

     

    photo by John Holmes

    May 27, 2015
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
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