Wednesday, June 29, 2016

CHAPTER TWO



It is just a little after 8 AM. This is an early start for me. We are having our house painted and the painters were here at seven. I didn't get to bed until almost 1 AM. The commotion got me up before I was ready; but, I feel like I had enough sleep. I haven't done all my chores yet, so there will be interruptions.

I didn't think I would ever write about my life, as I did Monday. My daughter, Naomi, urged me to write more about what I actually experienced. She said I had a lot of good stories. It seemed that I couldn't write about other aspects of my life without beginning at the beginning.

Of course, there is much more to the beginning than my early academic career. One of the reasons I was reluctant to broach the subject, is that, one needs to forgive and forget. We need to learn to live in the moment. However, the past must become the past. If one has strong feelings about it, it isn't the past. It is still lurking below our consciousness affecting how we think and feel. I realized when I was writing about it, that I still had tears for that forlorn child.

I don't think my life was any more difficult than anybody else's. We all come in with the things we need to learn. I still have more to learn.

I have long since forgiven the priest, nuns, teachers and my parents. I appreciate how they were all trapped in their roles and were victims, as much as I was. When I cry, I cry for all the children who are caught in a milieu of abuse and misunderstanding.

I [we] need to forgive the world. We are all trapped in a world of pain. We need to see all, as victims of the craziness. When we can change our perception, and acknowledge the love, the craziness will melt away.

We don't want to be crazy anymore. We live in paradise. Let us stop pooping in our nest.

My parents were only nineteen and seventeen when they got married. My grandmother, taught my mother, the rhythm method backwards, and they had their first four children without readiness. My Mother was Catholic. My Father had no stated religion. My Father suffered from the Norwegian disease {difficulty expressing feelings or opinions} but, I think he resented his kids being brought up Catholic. We went to parochial school as charity cases, my Father would never have paid for it.

My Mother was the oldest of nine children. I had an aunt and [I think] an uncle in high school when I went. I think my uncle was a senior when I was a freshman. I remember my aunt more clearly.

My Mother's family were intellectual achievers. My Grandfather was on the school board and the principal told him, my Mother had the highest I.Q. in the history of the school. She graduated, the salutatorian, at fifteen. Her sister graduate, the valedictorian, at fourteen. And achieving, at school, was as easy as breathing; it was not something they struggled at. Another one of my aunts wrote the school anthem that is still sung today.

You would think that my failure at school would have made quite a ripple in a family like this. We were very close to my Mother's family, they lived only two blocks away. We were over there all the time. It was one big family. I don't think anybody in my family questioned my intelligence. My great aunt was the city librarian and I spent much of my spare time there. I read constantly. When I was in high school, I averaged one book a day. Of course I was reading instead of paying attention in class. So, why didn't anybody talk to me?

I was ashamed and hid my failure as much as I could. I would sign my own report card, using my Father's signature, I figured they would recognize the forgery if I used my Mother's. Nobody ever said, “Where is your report card Gregg?” Did they just write me off? That is not a happy thought. I can't believe I was that difficult to deal with; but maybe. I think my parents were just overwhelmed.

At some point I started skipping school {I wrote my own excuses too}. When I was in seventh or eighth grade I skipped school and was playing in a swamp near our house. Some nosy person must have called the police. A police car stopped on the road, and one officer got out and gave chase, why the car cut off my escape route. They took me down to the station. They were very nice and treated me with respect. I spent the afternoon in the chief of police's office. When it was time for school to be out, he said, “I am going to let you go home and I won't tell anybody you skipped school if you promise to tell your Mother.” Wow, I thought, I dodged a bullet. I walked home thinking I was free and clear.

When I got home, my mother looked at me expectantly. It soon came out. Neither the chief or myself were planning to keep the bargain. He called, when I was on my way home.

I have to get busy. I still have some chores to do.

Let us keep our light shining and look upon a forgiven world. It is all just a story.

Love and Peace, Gregg

Monday, June 27, 2016

SCHOOL



In 1962 I received my bachelors degree in psychology from the University of Minnesota. I returned to school in 1964 and received my Masters Degree in Social Work in 1966. Subsequently, I received a Certificate in Family Therapy. I met all the legal and professional requirements to provide Family, Group, Couple and Individual Psychotherapy. I toyed with the idea of returning to school for a PhD, but realized, I would only be doing it to compensate for earlier experiences. This is my story.

I could read before I was five. My parents, or somebody, thought it was a good idea if I skipped kindergarten and went right into first grade. I may have been able to read but I wasn't ready for the school experience. I attended a Catholic School. I had no idea what was going on. I don't think I was ever rebellious, just confused and at sea. I don't remember the early grades very well. I know, I wet my pants two or three times because the teacher shook her head, no, when I raised my hand to go to the bathroom. Yes, shame set in early, and accompanied me for many years.

I couldn't pay attention and it haunted me. I constantly hoped to get out of the hole I dug myself into. But disappointment prevailed. I remember one time, the teacher asked us to read a passage in a book and she assigned each of us a bird to represent the reading group we would be in. When I finished my passage, she said you are a Robin. When the class was finished reading their passages, she asked each student what category they were in. When she came to my name, I must have been in my usual daze and I didn't know what she was asking. Before I could gather my thoughts and reply, I girl piped up and said he is a Cardinal, of course. I was tongue tied. I spent the whole year in the lowest group when I should have been in the highest.

I made some progress in grade school, in terms of my sense of accomplishment and self esteem, but it was not translated into grades. And I couldn't figure out what the problem was. As I sit here I am not sure what the problem was. I must have flunked all the tests but I don't know why. My report cards were mostly Fs, maybe a couple Ds. I remember getting six Fs on one report card. The priest would give out the report cards in front of the class. He would read each of my grades and snap me hard on the cheek; when he came to religion he pinched my cheek hard.

Why did they pass me from grade to grade when I was flunking everything? I was always passed “on condition”, I don't know what that meant. I have a clue to why they kept passing me. As a parochial school, they had to administer state tests. The results were handed back to us. I measured consistently two or three grades ahead. I, always achieved a level on the tests, at least, two or three years ahead of my actual grade placement. I thought, it just meant that Catholic Schools were ahead of public schools. I had no idea how my fellow students did.

Sometimes, the shame was intense. I remember praying that I hoped I was really that dumb, because I couldn't stand being so bad. I can't type this now without crying.

My whole life wasn't horrible. Outside of school, and even in school, I had friends. I always had friends. I had a place in my family and I was loved by many.

As I progressed through grade school things got better. I had good social connections. My grades improved; Ds and a few Cs. I don't remember getting any Bs and I know I didn't get any As. [I received my first A in college].

I went to a public high school. The same school my parents went to. It was better, but I continued my self defeating strategies. By now it became a game and I may have had a chip on my shoulder; I didn't know it though. I will talk more about that.

Obviously I was learning or I wouldn't have done so well on the state test. I was always a reader. When the teacher passed out the text books I read them cover to cover immediately. Whether it was history, geography, whatever, I read the books by the end of the first week. But the rest of the time I didn't know what was going on. In ninth grade, I remember doing a class reading of Silas Marner. Each student read aloud a few chapters and the rest of us followed along. I was so interested in the story, I couldn't take the slow pace, I tried to keep one finger in the book, where the class, was and I was several chapters ahead. Well, of course. That didn't work. I was so engrossed with what I was reading, I didn't hear the teacher call on me to read.

Yes, High School was better, but I had developed an attitude by then. I still tried. I remember a 11th grade history class. I loved history and I liked the teacher. For the first time in my life I thought I was going to get an A. I had received perfect scores on all the tests. We filed by the teachers desk to have her mark our report cards. I gave her my report card and watched her give me a red F. I was stunned and horror struck. Sometime later, I learned, I got an F because we were instructed to write our tests in pen and I had used a pencil. Oh, I am sure the rest of the class heard those instructions. I don't know now, if I didn't hear them, or I decided it shouldn't matter. But in that little example was the essence of my problem. I was lucky to have a pencil. When I say, “I didn't know what was going on”, I mean, I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON.

This story is getting way too long. I didn't graduate from high school. I was asked to leave too many classes. I made up the courses, in an approved correspondents study, but I never applied for a diploma.

I did a lot of growing up in the Air Force. As usual, I did very well on their tests, I was assigned to an electronic technician school to learn to be a radar repair person. I consistently got the best grades in the class in electronic theory. Number grades. I had yet to receive an A.

I was 23 when I was discharged from the Air force and was able to go to college. I received my first A. The first quarter, I got all As and the highest grade in my psychology class. I didn't continue so stellar, but I did get married after my freshmen year, bought a house, and had my first child, after my sophomore year. I loved college. I finally figured out school.

I didn't mean for this to be so long. I have much more I could say. I was very reluctant to broach this subject. The past is the past. We do need to give up the past. Yet, I know writing about it helps me give it up at deeper levels and I hope it has value for others.

One might ask, where were the teachers and parents when this small child was going through the agony of believing he was hopelessly bad? I think my parents were overwhelmed and just divorced themselves from a process they didn't understand. After all outside of school, I was like the rest of the kids.

I don't remember a single person taking me aside and asking me, “What is wrong?” Maybe they did.

This experience was valuable, when working with kids professionally. Most kids don't know when they have a chip on their shoulder. They don't understand their attitude. They are just doing their best to survive. I need to write more about this. There is much more to say.

Love and Peace, Gregg

Monday, June 20, 2016

POST FATHER'S DAY

 
It was hot yesterday and towards evening it became more than sultry, I would say stultifying. Thunder storms began to build up in the West, but they split and went around us. There was lightening in the West, in the South, and in the North. but nary a flash over our head. it was oppressive, I longed for the relief of a thunder shower. At midnight, it was still 76F but that was much cooler than earlier. It must have been close to ninety. It cooled down in the night. It was delightful this Morning.

And it is beautiful right now! We had a wonderful weekend. The fencing project was not finished, but a good start. It turned out to be a great Father's Day bash. We had barbecued ribs, potato salad, curried carrots and two garden salads. We stayed outside, around the fire, until the mosquitoes drove us in. [The first mosquitoes of the year] Laura and Michael {daughter and grandson} returned to their homes. The rest of us partied on until 2AM. Matt and Chris {son and daughter-in-law}, Greg and Naomi{daughter and son-in-law}, and Wayne {friend} pitched tents. Stuart, Andrew,{Sons} Alex, Neil, Nathan and Ben{grandsons} draped themselves on couches and the trundle bed in the North room.

In the Morning Greg and Naomi made a fabulous breakfast; mounds of bacon, scrambled eggs and wonderful muffins. A great start to a wonderful Father's Day.

I don't know if it was because of Father's Day or because Jamie and Naomi took one look at me and thought, “ that old man isn't fit for work.” For what ever reason, they did the cleanup. Naomi did the dishes and Jamie picked up the yard. There was a great deal of clean-up! I can tell you, I am not used to staying up until after 2AM, partying with the young ones.

If you have been reading my blog, you know, I try to pay attention to the conversations going on in my mind. I discovered a long time ago, my objective experience is greatly influenced by how I am thinking. After we make this discovery, it would seem a simple task to keep our minds free of negativity. Maybe it is simple. It is far from easy. As we identify one level of negative thinking, another can emerge from the past. Voices from the past can whisper to us, of our frailties, of our neglectfulness, of any of our past supposed sins. Relearning, all the false programming, we imbued since birth is a long haul. Oh, but is it worth it!

We experience longer and longer periods of peace. We learn to get out of the darkness quicker. I know, we all get discouraged, it can seem like an endless battle, but if we pay attention, to how we are thinking, every time things are not quite right, we will see how to switch our thoughts, or just let some light and love in. We are making progress. Forgiveness rituals, help greatly, to keep the whispers from the past down. Remember we are amazing beings of light. Any other perception was created by programming, by innocent folks, like ourselves.

Let us keep our light shining. Love is always, right now.

I wasn't going to blog today, but a message from a reader provided momentum.

Love and Peace, Gregg

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

GETTING OUT OF THE DOLDRUMS

 
I don't know why I am blogging. I am not ready to get back to my three-a-week schedule. Yet I am sitting here pushing keys. I have got much to do outside, but it is gloomy [at least weather-wise]. I was feeling gloomy yesterday; too much encroachment of the world's craziness.

When I am feeling gloomy, depressed, judgmental or otherwise out of sorts; I know I can get out of it, by looking at my thoughts and changing them. I can see how I am attacking myself [others]. Sometimes I stubbornly refuse to get out of a mood, I could easily escape. That makes my feel worse about myself. Eventually I come to my senses and decide to be happy. Sometimes I cry. Tears are good.

I just got finished listening to a youTube. Manly P Hall, The Love of Truth. It was made in the late 90s. It is definitely worth a listen. It is over an hour long. Have a cup of coffee or tea with you and enjoy.

Saturday my children and grandchildren are gathering here to build a fence. We want to connect our pastures. We now have, what I call the North pasture, it wraps around the North and Westside of the house. We want to connect it with the South pasture. The pastures will then wrap around the area, the house and barn sit on. I don't know if we can get it completed in one day. It involves driving sixty to seventy steel posts and making a corner with wooden posts. Four of my grandchildren are young men. It astounds me how much energy they can have. I have a fifth grandson, the oldest, in his middle twenties already. I am not sure he can come. Elijah, who is sitting behind me listening to a noisy iPad, is a little too young for heavy work. He could fetch a libation when needed. I only have one grand daughter, Emily. She is precious. They are all precious.

Our four sons and a son-in-law will be working and providing supervision. The women will be providing food, partying, and solving the worlds problems. I will be the liaison person between the two groups and I will try not to get in the way

I have more to do to get ready for this project. I have a roll of fence that I bought a long time ago. It needs to be moved to make it easier for the fence builders. It has been sitting there so long, I am sure it has grown into the ground. I feel I should move it to make it more available. Yet, should this old man try something those young people could accomplish in minutes? Hmmmmmm............. well I would, at least, like to see how difficult it would be.

One thing and another, we are late getting our garden in. Jamie is the gardener. She has had much on her plate. We hope to get it wrapped up this week.

Sometimes, it is hard to see, that there is an awakening, occurring in the world. I have faith, it is true. When I look for it; I see it. The media blast can be horrible, however. I thought the election campaigns were so bizarre, they were amusing. Lately, it quit being funny. Well, maybe its just me.

I will look for the funny side and I will see the love, in the eyes, of all I meet. I always get uplifted when I go to town. There is so much love emanating from the people we meet. I know the promise of Heaven on Earth, exists in my community, and in communities, all over the World.

Love and Peace, Gregg

Monday, June 13, 2016

CONTRAST OF TWO WORLDS



We are still into that week of above normal temperatures, followed by a week of below normal temperatures. The weather won't settle down to Summer. Of course it is early yet, I am sure this is not an unusual situation. It was hot, close to 90 or over, at least, three days last week. It is only 68 F now at it is almost Noon.

But the greater contrast I struggle with is the outside world vis-a-vis my personal world. I was intending on waxing eloquently on the beauty of our world and then the horror occurred Saturday night. Still, I was going to go on writing my blog w/o mentioning it. It hangs over me like a dark cloud. I avoided looking at the news last night and I only glanced at the glaring headlines in this Morning paper. One can't avoid it. It comes at you from everywhere.

It has all the earmarks of a false-flag type affair. Whether it is or not, I don't know. But, it does what a false flag does. It strikes fear into the hearts of enough people; so the war lords can get support to go into some Nation and kill people they label as ISS. Continuous war is their game; profits and power their motive.

We don't need to allow it. We can shower love and compassion on the inflicted and avoid the invitation to demonize anyone. These events are the last gasps of a retreating, dark, power structure. They can't win. Love will out.

When I pull my mind out of the blackness into the light of my everyday life, I see amazing beauty. Our walkway, from our front door to the car parking area, is graced by the most spectacular peonies and iris. We have had them for several years, but they are exceptionally beautiful this year. Some of our rose bushes are just ablaze and they are all beautiful. The bleeding hearts are beginning to fade but they still contribute. The bumble bees and hummingbirds are feasting greedily on the floral display.

The North Room, where I am sitting now, directly borders the North pasture. The sheep can come right up to the window. The other day, when I was watching out the window, I observed a ewe pull a Canadian thistle out of the ground and then slowly eat it from bottom up. I couldn't see clearly enough, if she pulled it from the ground or bit it off, but it was an education to watch her eat it. I have heard that sheep will eat thistles. I wondered how they managed to avoid getting prickles in their mouth. Apparently, chomping from the underside does the trick.

Friday night the coyotes were howling. They were really making more of an uproar than usual. It was around midnight and I was afraid Xena [our little dog] would get all excited and bark crazily, disturbing those asleep. She freaks out at a cat walking across the yard and she has a sharp bark. On this occasion, there wasn't a peep out of her and those coyotes were exceptionally loud. They sounded like they were fighting. I have been told they can be unusually loud if they run across a raccoon and are interested in harassing it. We have plenty of both in our area.

We have a geo-thermo heat pump, therefore we have air-conditioning. We haven't used it this year and we rarely use it. Our house is well shaded during the heat of the day and it usually cools off at night so we are comfortable. Of course, to keep it cool, we need to keep the French doors, off the screen porch, open at night. Our neighbor, on the same eighty acre plat were on, had a bear get on their porch and do some damage, an adjacent neighbor had a bear mess up their vegetable garden. So when it is hot and we leave those doors open, I envision a bear ripping the screen door and coming in for a visit. I, especially, think about it when we leave food out on the kitchen table. It is not something for me to visualize, is it. I don't know how I would chase a bear out of the house if one got in.

I just got a call from Naomi. She and Elijah are coming for an overnight visit. Great! It will be great to see them. I reminded her that we have about eight dozen eggs accumulating in the fridge. She forgot to take some home with her last time she was here. The chickens have been good to us.

Love and Peace,  Gregg


Friday, June 10, 2016

LOVE AND FEAR

It is long time after I usually blog. It is already past 1:30.  The Morning was kind of a blur. I haven't even done my dishes yet. I am not sure how it was different or where the time went. I am not ready to get back to my Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule; maybe in August.

I have had a few ideas floating around. One is, I am not sure I should discuss the collapsing world. It is fascinating to me and it is very interesting to contrast it with past empire collapses. It is similar, yet unique. Yet, I don't personally know very many of the people who read my blog. None of this creates a response of fear in me; but others?

We are engaged in a war between fear and love; both collectively and individually. We can't afford to waste time in the indulgence of fear. When I talk about the economy collapsing, I see it as a necessary event, to make possible, a better one to come. So I am uplifted by it; but heh, I am sitting on my own 20 acres. I have chickens, sheep and a garden. I owe next to nothing and I have a Social Security and a pension check coming in every month. Except for the fact that I am too old to do much, I don't think anything bad could happen to us.

An economic collapse could mean frightening things to many folks. All that I can say is, if it happens, I believe it will be gentle. The consciousness of the people has risen. We won't let people suffer as they have in the past.

I don't want to blog anything that would add to the fear level. We need to see fear as a fake! A false flag if you will. Fear is a manipulation that appeals to a barricaded ego. It only exist as long as we give it energy.

Speaking of fear. I see people around me trying to hold off aging as if it is an enemy. I, also, see people succumbing to age, before age does it for them. How come our culture does so little to prepare us for the inevitable? Are we afraid of aging? Do we deplore old people? I don't think the last is true, at least not where I live. I think us old folks are a large part of this community.

And death; why are we so afraid of something everybody does? Where does the old feeling go of, "If other people can do it, so can I." Everybody dies, is a statement, that is both reassuring and scary. 

We get used to death either gradually or via sudden experiences. I had a panic attack, when in my thirties. I experienced life as jumping off a tall building. The ground was coming up at me, as surely, in each case. The difference was only time. It was frightening, but it, also was healing. My fear of death diminished and continued to diminish. If you asked me, "Are you afraid of death now?" I would say, "I don't think so." Then I am not dying; well only gradually.

One of my beautiful grandchildren was having nightmares about death I wrote him and said:

Dear Grandson,

I heard you were having bad dreams about death. I remember having bad dreams. It is a good thing bad dreams aren't real.

Death isn't real either. You can't die. You are not your body. You are spirit and you live forever.

Your body is like a suit of clothes that you take off when you are done with them; but only when you are done with them.

You know how it feels, sometimes when you shed your clothes, how free it feels. That is the way people feel when they die. They are tired of their body and they want to go on to a new life.

When we die we go to a place where we can rest up and plan a new life. Some people call it nirvana, some people call it heaven. It is a place where we remember who we really are. It is a place of love and peace where we can plan our next adventure.

There is nothing scary about death. It doesn't really exist. I should know, I am getting old enough, I can see into both worlds. It is great. Everything is a great adventure!

Love and Sweet Dreams,  Grandpa


Love and Peace,  Gregg


Wednesday, June 8, 2016

A SUGGESTION



Good Morning! I have a suggestion to make, as you go through the day, today, look into as many eyes as you can. Have a smile in your mind; it will appear on your face.

Better yet, if possible, it would be great if you could sit down with someone and look into each others eyes. Look peacefully, without expectation. See what you see. What is that energy emanating from that person? Does it have a name? What is the energy we are made of? When we let go of our thoughts of the past and future, and just are, what are we? Is that energy, not love?

Start discovering who we are. We can step out of this painful illusion. Love knows no separation. Love melts illusion.

Knowing we are love, is the ticket out of all the craziness, we have experienced for aeons. Knowing we are love means oneness is real. Imagine the world we will experience when we know there is no separation; there is only love.

Experiment! Every Morning when you look into your bathroom mirror, relax, see what energy you see in your eyes. Invite the whole world; all the worlds peoples, to look into your eyes. Let your thoughts go, feel the energy.

It is a good way to begin your day. We will discover who we are.

We are Love.

Love and Peace, Gregg

Monday, June 6, 2016

A STORY



Imagine a world where all the individuals are part of Source, as drops of water are part of the ocean. Imagine this Source, is the creative energy of the Universe. Imagine these individuals have the same power to create as Source and they create endlessly, with their thoughts and feelings. Imagine these people, create their individual experience, plus contributing to a collective creation.

Now, imagine that somewhere in their history there was a Great Forgetting. They only vaguely remembered who they were, but they went on creating both individually and collectively. Even though, these folks forgot they were creators, they had a beautiful life because they loved each other and only wanted what was best.

Ages go by, in their individual creations, folks get more and more separate. Eventually a few people, more separate than the rest, realize that they can control the group by making them afraid of other groups. As time goes by. They realize they can get folks to create anything they want by manipulating their thinking. Soon they set themselves up as masters of this world.

Every once in awhile, someone realizes who they are, and teaches the people they are the creators and can have the world they want. The overlords manage to convince the people they are enemies and they are summarily dealt with.

At first, the overlords measures of control, were primitive, they had to trust their message of division and fear would spread through the populace by word of mouth, song and fable. Then printing, and then, sophisticated but artificial means of communication and entertainment were devised. Suddenly, the overlords could plant any idea in the mind of the people. When they wanted war, all they needed to do was crank up the fear of a neighboring people. The enemy could be on the other side of their world. The people had no way of knowing the truth, all their news and entertainment sources agreed, that the enemy was the enemy.

In the meantime, the people had no idea they were contributing to the misery in their own lives and adding to the negativity of the collective. They just thought they were trapped in an unfriendly universe. They were carefully taught they were both helpless and undeserving. They passed this negativity down from father to son and mother to daughter without realizing it. All through the generations, there were folks with a special spark, they would remind people we could have a nice life if we only we loved each other. They wrote books, songs and plays attempting to spread the word. The overlords ignored them. When an individual arose, that the masses listened to, the overlords demonized him or her or killed them.

The overlords got lazy. It seemed so easy to control people, using the known media, that these overlords forgot themselves, that all individuals are part of Source and All are Equal Creative Beings. Truth cannot be hidden and no matter how suppressed, people must search for the meaning of their lives.

One by one people began to awaken. They asked each other, “Couldn't we live in a world where we love each other and took care of each other?” Some of the people realized that the only real power the overlords had was the influence of their thought. The overlords cannot use brute force without a significant number of folks going along with them. “What if we all started having loving thoughts?” More and more people began talking that way.

More and more folks experimented in their personal lives. They decided to give up negative thinking and replace their negative thought with loving thoughts. When they were angry, they forgave. When they were confused, they attempted to understand. They learned to see the flaws, in others, as their best attempt to love. They began to look upon the world with love and forgiveness. It began to dawn on them, “We are the creators of our experience.”

The overlords began to panic. They did not count on the people waking up. They tried to make many desperate attempts to bring the people back in line. They tried to start wars all over the world. They attempted to scare people in anyway they could. They especially loved to terrify people, about the the very nature of their planet. They did not want people to discover, that the nature of their planet, was Love.

However, the sense of Oneness became seeded in the minds of the people. They began to see Love instead of fear. More and more they saw fear as an illusion, created by the overlords. They realized, all they had to do, to strip the overlords of their power, was to ignore them and ignore the invitations to fear.They began to see the invitations to love everywhere. Many, many people were seeing love shining from the eyes of everyone they met.

It will be exciting to see how this story turns out.

Love and Peace, Gregg