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choose love over fear, the truth will set you free
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|  Prayer request, Basketball, misery and hope.
Makes my eyes bluer
New age frauds and plastic shamans
puff-puff, pass
back home, but let the honeymoon last
Briefly
Giving it up.
Pre-propaganda: "If the vaccine kills you, it probably wasn't the vaccine."
Notes on a gift economy.
First rememberings and arboreal admiration
Mildly paranoid speculation concerning "symptom" causes.
" 'Round the world and home again--that's the sailor's way!"
Thanks for the therapy in advance. Forgive my weakness, please.
You're not the only one having a bad day. It's not the only bad day to ever happen.
In case you missed this...panic practice begins Monday
The Secret of Levitation: Explained!
Lightworkers as group therapy: My selfish blog.
Don't just stand there--bust a move.
AFGO
Reunion: Part one, Friday night.
An old favorite of mine: "If"
One room schoolhouse
Three Stanzas
This just in...another straw on the camelback of injustice?
Three pictures
Inspired by Andy's latest
S O S Please help my friend. Ascension (?) is blowing his mind. " Lightwork available." Read this, whatdya say?
Keep it simple
AARrrrgghhhhh....
Add another voice to the conversation
Duality, the Trinity, Pentagonal Octagons and beyond...
An invitation
Brainstorming: Notes on spiritual solutions for sanity issues
Wonderful wooded Wesak weekend, and Further forrest folly.
fluid dynamics, camping, birth anniversaries--why we call it a "blog" not an "essay"
Oh give me love--oh whoohoo.
Morning Rhyme
Guilty of Being Poor
Climbing from the Furnace, he seems remarkably intact.
Musings on misery: Unentertaining Moans
WHEN JUSTICE? COME APOCALYPSE
History of my breath, part two.
HIstory of my breath, part one.
I need a caption for this photo
A good question
Collections of Envisioned Words.
A Story from my Uncle: The Living Bible.
Just_an_Egg: Lightworker Poet Publishes
Opposite of a War on Terror.
Shared Silliness of Strategy Simulation Stimulation
I guess I am a wanderer who finally realized "all who wander are not lost." I grew up in a midwestern nuclear family, to all appearances normal enough. Methodist church and Sunday school, etc. God has always been present in my life, an acknowledged mystery. I tried to fit into the world of my father who was an accountant for what is now the largest firm in the world. In school I did well on the immediate, homework however was a problem. I still struggle in that way.I have seen the mountains of Russia through a periscope. I am named after the first American in space. I am interested in physics, history, science and myth. I believe everything is analagous of everything else.
I don't guess I will do an entire bio here. Suffice to say I struggled to fit in. But I couldn't stop trying to understand. And the more I learned the less things seemed to make sense. After betrayal by friends, I couldn't face life anymore. I condemmed myself in the mirror with these words "All you've ever done is be a nice guy." I learned nice guys finished last.
But, by grace, my awareness of my creator prevented my suicide. Still, I did not want my life anymore...so, I gave it back.
I began in my roots. I revisited Jesus and my Bible so long idle. I learned so much from His words, they confirmed in me what I knew. I learned to test truth in my heart when my big head could be fooled.
Now, I am wary of words and language. I witness, teach, help in small personal ways. I write online and elsewhere more for my own edification and chrystillizaton of my own experiments. I have gotten feedback that my words are helpful or inspirational, that would be good. I know I don't know. I like to ask questions. I couldn't tell you where they come from but all my life I have been a (closet) poet. The words are long formed in my head before they reach paper. Here is my latest, to encourage what I will now term "lightworkers"
Shine bright in darkening days
that one more heart may be opened,
one more mind freed.
In prayer, no fear.
Fearless care only for truth
and cannot be threatened by a
lying jury.
Shining fearless meek
bear the hope of all,
fed by daily bread
recognizing only in person.
Words to encourage and challenge are
sharpened and turned on
their authors.
The trickster turns
hunger to starvation.
Truth finding love is
our only salvation.
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So there is that. | | Spiritual Path |
jester, poet, disciple of Christ
| | Creating |
In my childish moments I would like to be a star, and do nothing but shine. In my adult moments, I am happy doing what I do, encouraging, translating, praying, rejoicing, meditating. I see a need for me as a teacher and I am working on overcoming my self doubt in that regard. My prayer is "nearer my God, to thee."
| | Awakening |
I took conscious control of it during my lifelong battle with depression/bipolar. My intimate relationship with God, and my choice to develop it is the single factor in my cure(?). In twenty years of experience with the psychiatric profession, the meds hurt more than they helped. What gives hope to the hopeless, I found, is compassion. Now I study other traditions and faiths and find my own faith is strengthened. I follow Christ, but I understand "Christian" has situational context. I believe all life grows towards the light and we must do what we can to push back the shadows for those so immersed in them to doubt light at all.
| | Interests |
encouragement, growth, service to others.
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| Status: | In relationship |
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| Star Sign: | Taurus, chinese: year of the Ox, Mayan: Yellow planetary star |
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It's one thing to believe in miracles.
It's another thing when one believes in nothing but miracles.
And then, becomes one.
We are in a miracle; why "believe"?
Be.
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