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Give Peace a Chance

I have been watching the theater play out, as it does during these election cycles. I have been silent as I usually am until around this time. Waiting. Watching.

Waiting to see if you or your neighbor is going to pause and see what is afoot, so to speak. If you haven’t noticed, we are being ever so slightly pitted against one another. Stories on the news, written and portrayed in such way…

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Walking Through the Dark Tunnel of Fear

What is your greatest fear? What do you hide so deep that you seemingly don’t even know it is there? It’s a question worth asking. It could very well be the one thing that is keeping you stuck or mired in darkness.

I suppose you might be asking, “If it sits so deep within me, then how am I to discover this fear, and even if I discover there is such a fear, how does one expose it and…

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I AM; WE ARE = I AM that I AM!

For the longest time I was puzzled by the saying, “I AM, That I AM”. It is a corrected point of view. Simply put, it means that you see yourself in everything you see, but I am not speaking of the little you. I am speaking of your Spirit. You. The You that is in all of Us. You can tear asunder a hologram into as many pieces as you wish, but the image is always wholly within. Perception can be…

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Are we done yet?

Can you feel it yet? I am talking about that deep in the pit of your stomach realization, that something really off just happened before our eyes. This whole “Plandemic” has been orchestrated. It’s not even hidden all that well; the double speak, nearly simultaneous papers showing completely different casualty and infection rates, the draconic measures that followed.

While seemingly…

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Lucca Chooses

Lucca was sweet from the moment we entered his home. He walked up to us and greeted us with a confident, “meow.” He then leaned into our hands like he was using an old familiar scratchpost. Lucca made us feel at home by feeling at home around us. It has by far been the warmest welcome we have yet to recieve on our seventeen month sabatical.

Lucca paws at you just so, insuring that you…

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A Letter to my Sleeping Brother

If you knew who you were, you could not do what you do. I have just an inkling, and every act, minus the inquiries, seems pointless to me. Am I simply the witness? The observer of the mutiny of self? Have I myself become contrite and introspective of my past decisions? Are you even capable of seeing a different point of view?

The bunch of you, that would play at roles for a table scrap here…

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My Strange Beliefs

I woke up early in a strangers house. I was one of five souls in the house, but it was still to early for the sleep walkers to be milling about. I had been meditating for some time in my quarters before I moved from the most comfortable air mattress to the living room. An older couple, the most senior among us, were sleeping in an adjoining room, so I was careful and precise with all my…

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#awakening from the dream #Insights of a Dreamer #Waking up

I Thought I Knew; I Thought Again

The answer is rushing up to meet me. It must be deep. My determination sees me through. When you realize you don’t really know something critical to furthering any understanding of anything else, you ask. You do it, because you must. The words cross your mind, they seem absurd even there, but it’s not enough, the question must cross your lips and be breathed into being. You ask.

Tears…

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From the Heart

I look out at the world and I grow weary, for my brothers and sisters are so mired in everything around them. It so loud and ugly, and yet I find snippets of hope, love, and joy. I see violence, some of it is even entertaining, in the form video games and the like, but it is not fulfilling.

I look inward and feel stillness, a presence waiting for peace with eternal patience. A Father that…

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A Great Dilemma

Our Nations squabble and war with supposed militant groups like ISIS, willing to throw lives away, and for what? Control of what? Why do we fight in Iraq? Why do we fight in Syria? Why do we fight at all? Are we not the same? Do we not want the same things? To love and live harmoniously with one another?

Even if there are groups out there that just want to cause harm and chaos, are they…

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Baptism by Fire

I don’t know if you can relate, but I wasn’t satisfied with what anyone ever told me about God. I grew up in an alphabet soup of denominations of Christianity, but none of them fit for me. It wasn’t personal enough, and I certainly couldn’t get behind the idea that to be “God Fearing” was a good thing.

The whole principle of fearing your creator was absolutely insane to me. I asked why…

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I'm Tired...

I'm Tired…

I’m tired of the way things have settled on my awareness. I see so many sad sights. I don’t believe a lick of it, but I’m still tired of what transpires across my vision. I see so many of us, who think their way is the right way, and the only way to righteousness. What makes your way more right than another? A book? a tablet? a guru? a savior? When has any of that given you anything but a great…

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The Other Cat

Have you ever had that feeling that a stranger is or has been in your house? Things just seem out of place or the air has a foreign quality to it. It was around three or four am when Rainie began walking on my slumbering form, a tactic she used to communicate her desire for the morning feeding. Rainie usually didn’t bother me until around Five AM, but I had been staring at the clock on and off…

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Looking for Home

A time-capsule of fierce happiness

What does that mean to you, looking for home? I think I have been looking myself. There is a quality you look for in the environment, an intangible sense of gain; everyone extending the bounty of richness to their neighbor. I personally believe that is how true wealth is created, by sharing it and therefore increasing that wealth as a community.

I…

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I Wonder...

I Wonder…

The end or the beginning

I wonder if planets and stars have consciousness. Are they aware, like I am aware, just…bigger, perhaps even more, if “more” can even be put into terms regarding consciousness. Everyone of you better hope that the answer to that question is yes.

I don’t no how to have a conversation with my daughter, she is only twelve. I look at her, and I have to find a way…

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Pippa and her Shadow

Pippa is a 4 year old greyhound canine, but if that was all I said about her I would be allowing a tragedy of untold proportions. I was once told they were nervous creatures with an abundance of energy, bordering on the reckless. I never actually met a greyhound until my time in Portland while pet sitting.

Pippa is inquisitive, so much so that she notices her own shadow, and attempts to…

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Little Spaces of Silence

There is so much noise in the world; a cacophony of stimulation. What value does any of that really hold for us? Whenever we sit outside away from our numerous devices and distractions we find stillness.

A tree can show us the value of stillness, a forest can show us the value of stillness in commune. If you have a hard time understanding this then perhaps you have never sat in forest…

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