Strange Stuff Indeed

Describing these wild energies engulfing us lately, including cosmic, terrestrial, and all this world-wide human-insanity; keeps me shaking my head looking for just the right words, until I find myself simply muttering under my breath, “….Strange stuff.” Yes, that IS what these overall energies feel like to me: Intensely annoying, teeth-grating, strange stuff, for...

Judgments

Good thing I’m not in charge of the world. I’d have a really hard time assessing the changes to be made. It would be very hard NOT to judge all others by my own standards of concern and conduct. I mean, if that person over there didn’t match my mirror-reflection, how could I ever...

Making Sense from Senselessness

The world is a very strange place right now, and perhaps it always was. Perhaps we just weren’t as aware of the ambiguities and the twisted allegiances, or the behind-the-scenes machinations that determined the stage-play that most of us willingly sat through prior. We now yell, “Who’s directing this show?!!” as we squirm uncomfortably...

Telling the Story….

This probably isn’t the story you think I’m going to tell, because that phrase is used in other contexts; and yet it is a story worth telling—a story that might provide others with a greater feeling of hope for improving their lives in some way. When even the people who have known me for...

“Born on the 4th of July…”

Soon, rips of “I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy” and the John Philip Sousa march of “Stars and Stripes Forever” will blare out from loudspeakers everywhere, as children run wildly amuck searching ongoing parade routes for tossed candy. Grabbing, unwrapping and eagerly shoving the treats into open mouths with practiced precision—that same candy that they...

Changing a Mind

This title is performing double-duty. I began by starting to write about yesterday’s ‘sitting at the kitchen table’ situation of explaining what Past-Life Exploration was to a more skeptical friend, and how it was my patient, detailed response to her scowling question of “Why would anyone want to do that?” that inspired this title;...

High-ground Perspective

“High above the valley, crouched on a peak concealing any view from below, the lookout squinted into the morning sun, watching the early activity in the intruder’s camp far, far beneath him. From this secluded perch, he could see miles in all directions—see what was coming before it got there—allowing preparation time for his...

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