we have to remember to keep our sanity when you lose a beloved pet. that their memory became imagination... a loving memory of those who passed on their loss and love in our imagination and never ending feeling.
something is coming but, you don't know what it is... yet, you must admit how we think creates our reality... is there really anything which exists outside our own consciousness? “Do you really believe that the moon isn’t there when nobody looks?” ― Albert Einstein
we escape pain whenever we can but we still cannot run from life's rules chiseled in stone.
my favorite plant Hypoestes phyllostachya wilted in the heat. God sprayed pink paint on each leaf... such a beautiful natural masterpiece. my dear talk-less friend I have had for years on my front porch many times nearly dying springing back to life as I watered it.. it was always happy to see me I felt … Continue reading a prayer for my little plant
yes, we took our walk and walked to and fro upon this earth wandering... looking for an answer looking for the real us growing into another person as we became older shedding our young skins seeking happiness never finding enough of it wallowing in sadness but, as time went on we learned nothing that we … Continue reading wandering
Neville Goddard my teacher told me about the doves, who visit me every day, a divine wind would blow through me, that David will appear, and I shall rise out through my own skull floating above my body. In a recent dream it happened I died... up and out from my own skull I hovered... … Continue reading Spiritually yours
kitty in a shoe box is not asking for a lot but, it's all I need he's my lot. I feed him give him treats I bought, play with him with his toy I got for him when he was a kitten: a mouse on a string with a bell that goes ding a ling. … Continue reading kitty in a shoe box
we must... take seriously as best we can our mistakes we've made... 'fool me once, shame on you'? 'fool me twice, shame on me'? a chance to learn the lesson once or the same lesson twice is the choice we have.
he thought a thought and it begot reality then he knew there was no fiction in this world that whatever he wrote became as real as he and his thoughts and he pondered about where the universe existed and when he thought about it a while it came to him that it was all in … Continue reading fiction
in a misty green forest the Godly spotlight shines down from the heavens above through the ancient trees like a waterfall of stars enveloping me illuminating holy ground on which I stand.