A question from appleworks in my next to previous blog inspired me to do a bit of googling... Very interesting, this phenomena of the Indigos... If you've heard of this, but just in passing, I do recommend doing a search and getting some idea of the range of what is meant by this term. I had the impression that it was a group of kids like the ones in that movie a few years ago about a bunch of Aryan-looking kids with scary telepathic abilites and no emotional connection to the rest of humanity.... Sign in to see full entry.
There is this story... I've been working on it, off and on, for several years now, have mailed it to agents a couple of times, and have been working on the suggested and my own revisions since. I have the intent to publish, but have not decided whether to continue trying to accomplish this through mainstream publishing, or go to a print-on-demand or on-line system. The exposure I have had to the mainstream... Well, I just have not liked being among those people. I don't think I want to live in... Sign in to see full entry.
Sigmund was whole: He no longer wanted to control who could have bodies, and who could not: that game of the Gate was finished. He wanted to help, to be a healer. I suggested he could start by doing some repairs on the people he had been using for years, in the game. That evening I had a terrific headache. It didn't feel like, and in fact, was not Sigmund's energy invading my space; I called my sister. "Something's happened!" she began. She had had a frantic call from her brother-in-law warning... Sign in to see full entry.
My sister has a facility for seeing other planes of Reality which gained her the respect of her husband's family, who had been caught up in metaphysical games for years but had to work harder at it. None of them had any real training to do what they were doing, and yet, they were certainly doing something. On a cross-country vacation, we had spend a couple of days with her, and she had shared with me something about the work they were doing. Her father-in-law, she told me, was a Guardian of the... Sign in to see full entry.
How much does one depend on the other? Odysseus has written today about conscience, here: http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/insightnow/ (I also recommend reading the comments he has elicited!) Consciousness is that state of awareness in which we are, in fact, aware. So often, we seek to find short-cuts in routine and automatic reaction and response, so we don't have to be all that conscious. I know people who spend most of their lives un-conscious, just dealing with what they have to, when... Sign in to see full entry.
Here is the river I live near, which did not used to flow just here, along the gravel trail. In fact, I could not see the river from the trail because there was a big field with trees in it. Now, you can see, the river comes right to the edge of the trail......and then some... The moment inspired a bit o'verse... The River winter-rushing cuts its way across the land in unaccustomed beds; seduces eyes with wonder at its breadth and force and undercuts the new bank where I stand at risk and do not... Sign in to see full entry.
How can anyone not question absurdity offered up as absolute truth? In the suspension of disbelief, of critical thinking, lies the power of both fantasy and religion. I think people misunderstand what Faith is as much as they misunderstand what God is. It does not mean agreeing to any absurdity it serves Authority to claim is Truth. In my Universe, it means believing what your own heart and intuition tells you is Truth. Faith is glorfied in scientific fact: it does not nullify science as a means... Sign in to see full entry.
Turning Northwards Sign in to see full entry.
I flew over the Rockies from Denver to Salt Lake City in the late afternoon of Jan 7th, and here are a few of the stack of images I brought home. These panoramas are on their way to becoming mugs on my cafepress site ( www.cafepress.com/rovingeye should you care to check them out) Sunbeam Sign in to see full entry.
I cannot quite put a finger on it, nor pin down the feelings in my heart now I am home from visiting with you... A deal of history lays there between us as it has lain. gathered over years of awkwardness, uncertainty, resentment, guilt, embarrassment over many moments miscalculated, misinformed, misunderstood between us... Now I am older, you are old and grasp your cup with two frail and twisted hands that once were capable of wringing out a washcloth nearly dry or leaving marks on angry cheeks... Sign in to see full entry.