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THOUGHTS FROM THE MEADOW ON A SUMMER MORNING
morphing 101 My thoughts in the meadow this morning had to do with the razor’s edge. Because I suddenly heard in my mind that phrase, and then immediately saw an image of the razor’s edge widening. The razor’s edge, in the vision was going through a transition from a narrow razor like line to a…
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the future we could not see
This winter I had a daily rhythm of getting up, doing morning ablutions, making my MSM tea, some coffee and then settled down with my IPAD. What day was it? Did I have calls, appointments, trips, etc. Checked my business and personal emails, read my one cartoon, 9 Chickweed Lane, looked at the weather, the…
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QUIET
THE SUN IN SOLAR MINIMUM THE EARTH IN STILLNESS THE HUMAN IN DISCOVERY An event happened on earth this past Monday, June 23, 2020. The sun is blank, meaning no sun spots, and there are no geomagnetic storms coming from the sun. For thirty minutes Stuart Green of the UK recorded Monday’s disturbance on his…
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OF PEONIES AND ROSES
This is my meditation table in my bedroom where I meditate each Sunday with 7,000 other people around the planet. These Unity Meditations have been organized by Sandra Walters and we have been doing them for four years. I mediate each day by myself and with all of nature and the cosmos, and the Unity…
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The surreal real ness of this present moment.
It is May 12, 2020. We must document each post, or personal journal entry with the precise date during this particular year of ever present and rapid change. Given a week or a few days, perspectives shift rapidly, reality momentarily flutters into focus and then is gone again. Time is definitely a transient phenomenon. Tonight…
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GOING HOME …again
I have come to understand that going home is a process that is repeated with increased frequency as the new light affects us on all levels of our experience. Going Home is the process which came together a few years ago after I had listened to the whispers of a few decades of information. The…
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Why my kitchen smells like the nurse’s office in elementary school.
So I made a bet with myself, that if I could remember what the elementary school nurse’s name was, I would have to sit down and explain why my kitchen smells like her office. Her name was Miss Heal. Hmmm, I was going to read a book before dinner prep. She was the aunt of…
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Carol Mackay Mertz 