Marriage is made in heaven. Falling in love is the heaven part. That experience of oneness is heaven. Falling in love takes us out of the illusion. The illusion on Earth, that we call reality, demands we come back. We don't fall out of love; we fall back into the illusion.
People fall in love; but it happens, because at some level, they see somebody whom will help them on their journey. So depending on the unexpressed goal of the marriage, it can be work. Two people who have the wish to grow spiritually are going to have work to do indeed. Generally, their egos will aggravate each other. They may have great highs but significant lows.
Most spiritual literature and some psychological literature states there are no coincidences. When Jamie and I were married, I had just recently been divorced. My private practice was going only so-so and we were broke. We could only afford one wedding ring, even though it was only about $45. In my family rings were not part of a married man's attire, until my generation. My Grandfather and Father did not wear a wedding ring. I didn't think much about it. That was 1973.
We moved to our present location in 1975. Sometime the following year we had visitors. Dominy Donavan, a lady who I was helping through her recent divorce was here, with some other folks, for rest and relaxation. My children were with their Mother, except for visits. Jamie and I didn't have children yet and our farm became a gathering place. Kind of a post therapy resort.
We had an old root cellar, built at the turn of the century. It was built from the stones found locally in the fields. The dome was still solid [still is] but the entrance had started to cave. We always wanted to get it repaired but never did. I did not encourage people to go down into it, but it was[is] an intriguing structure.
Dominy was exploring the farm and she went down into the root cellar. When she came back, she handed me a ring and said "You left this in the root cellar". The ring was dirt encrusted. I slipped it on my finger, it fit perfectly and matched the one we bought for Jamie. She said she found it on a ledge. How long had it been there? Who would have left it there? I have unusual thick fingers and it fit perfect. I don't have more to say about this, but every time I look at my ring finger I am entranced with wonder.
There is much loving magic in life. It sparkles and raises you out of the illusion. Love is. Love is everything.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Friday, March 29, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
A PROMISE OF SPRING
Our snow is still deep; well over a foot in most places. Yet, one can now perceive it receding. The paths are getting soft and spongy and difficult to walk on. Most of my paths are trodden down. They have four or five inches of packed snow as a base. They never melt evenly down. Perhaps because of the high sides and the angle of the Sun, they always melt so there is a decided slant; one side being a couple inches higher than the other. I feel like a tightrope walker as I wend my way to the barn and chicken coop.
My chickens are finally beginning to lay. I need to replenish my flock. I only have about twenty chickens and many of my hens are old, by old, I mean old, some are over ten years old. I am getting about seven eggs most days; that is enough for us. But I want enough to give away. I have had a higher than usual mortality this Winter. I have lost four hens. Their was evidence that, at least, one was killed; by what, I don't know.
The chickens were more imprisoned in their coop this year, than usual. We usually have geese and sheep in the same pasture as the chicken coop. The water for the geese and sheep is just a few feet from the chicken house door. The geese like to hang around that area and they quickly pad down the snow. Both the geese and the sheep make a path to the barn. Last Fall I sold my geese and sheep, because I wanted a Winter of low chores. I had to haul water every day for the sheep and geese, from the house, a distance of one hundred yards.
Chickens don't mind the cold. If it is Sunny and above zero F, I let them out. They like running around outside in the Winter and they can go into the barn and scratch around. However, they don't like to stand in snow. They will walk on it, but they hate to walk in it. When we had geese and sheep, they had a large area to roam in and they could take the path to the barn. This must have been the first year, in the 38 Winters we lived here, that we had neither sheep or geese. I really wasn't aware of that until I realized the chickens had nowhere to walk. When I opened the chicken door, they would look out but that is all. Even now, when there is a little patch of ground, about the size of a table top, below their door, only one or two will jump to the ground and stay only a couple minutes. I reassure them that real Spring will arrive.
So like, everything else, barnyards have an ecology that one can disturb. I marvel at nature and how everything fits together. My observations could fill a book, perhaps another time.
Yes, this Winter seems reluctant to give up its hold. But it is clear it is losing out to Spring. The buds on the soft maples are getting redder as they prepare to swell and burst forth. I saw a few flies yesterday cavorting above the snow and you can sense the exhilaration that is Spring. It may express itself suddenly like a coiled spring.
The dark seem to be hanging on to the control of the world in a similar way. The news is miserable, it is difficult to see signs of light in the main stream media. Don't lose heart. Continue to shine your light wherever you go. Watch your mind. Ignore negative thoughts. Love everybody and everything. Know that Spring is coming to the world.
Create a little paradise around you. Our paradises will soon come together.
Love and Peace, Gregg
My chickens are finally beginning to lay. I need to replenish my flock. I only have about twenty chickens and many of my hens are old, by old, I mean old, some are over ten years old. I am getting about seven eggs most days; that is enough for us. But I want enough to give away. I have had a higher than usual mortality this Winter. I have lost four hens. Their was evidence that, at least, one was killed; by what, I don't know.
The chickens were more imprisoned in their coop this year, than usual. We usually have geese and sheep in the same pasture as the chicken coop. The water for the geese and sheep is just a few feet from the chicken house door. The geese like to hang around that area and they quickly pad down the snow. Both the geese and the sheep make a path to the barn. Last Fall I sold my geese and sheep, because I wanted a Winter of low chores. I had to haul water every day for the sheep and geese, from the house, a distance of one hundred yards.
Chickens don't mind the cold. If it is Sunny and above zero F, I let them out. They like running around outside in the Winter and they can go into the barn and scratch around. However, they don't like to stand in snow. They will walk on it, but they hate to walk in it. When we had geese and sheep, they had a large area to roam in and they could take the path to the barn. This must have been the first year, in the 38 Winters we lived here, that we had neither sheep or geese. I really wasn't aware of that until I realized the chickens had nowhere to walk. When I opened the chicken door, they would look out but that is all. Even now, when there is a little patch of ground, about the size of a table top, below their door, only one or two will jump to the ground and stay only a couple minutes. I reassure them that real Spring will arrive.
So like, everything else, barnyards have an ecology that one can disturb. I marvel at nature and how everything fits together. My observations could fill a book, perhaps another time.
Yes, this Winter seems reluctant to give up its hold. But it is clear it is losing out to Spring. The buds on the soft maples are getting redder as they prepare to swell and burst forth. I saw a few flies yesterday cavorting above the snow and you can sense the exhilaration that is Spring. It may express itself suddenly like a coiled spring.
The dark seem to be hanging on to the control of the world in a similar way. The news is miserable, it is difficult to see signs of light in the main stream media. Don't lose heart. Continue to shine your light wherever you go. Watch your mind. Ignore negative thoughts. Love everybody and everything. Know that Spring is coming to the world.
Create a little paradise around you. Our paradises will soon come together.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Monday, March 25, 2013
WHY AM I DOING THIS?
Off and on this weekend, I thought of what I would write about today. No ideas came with any clarity. I awoke this Morning, still no ideas. I decided I would write about why I am writing. I sat down at the computer; the internet was down. This is an hour or so later. The internet is restored and I am ready to go.
Why do I want to blog? Well I like to write. That should be enough. And, I have learned a lot. I have failed and I have succeeded. I have been married twice. I have six children. I have been rich {well very modestly} and I have been poor {with a little more reality}. I have been in business by myself. I have worked for others. I have lived off the land. I have pursued the pleasures of life. I have pursued a spiritual understanding of life. I have been involved in politics. I have eschewed politics. I must have learned something.
I look around at the over seventy folks in our social group. I realize there is enough knowledge and wisdom to run the world, in our little group; well, at least better than it is run now. But no, I am not one of those oldsters that is bitter about being shunted aside. I don't feel like I have been put aside and I love being retired. I can just 'be'. It is the best time of my life.
Regardless, I would like to write. I have always wanted to write. But, what got me started was the awareness that a great change was coming. Coincidentally with all the prophecies, or because of, I could see our present society collapsing and a new one emerging. Aside from that input, the economist that I paid attention to, made it clear our present system was not sustainable.
For awhile it appeared that a system of economics and government could work with capitalism at its core. However, over the last fifty years, capitalism lost any integrity it had and came to be a naked worship of money. It has evolved, that corporations only purpose, is to make money for their stock holders and any public service is, at the very best, window dressing.
We are at our core, loving beings, we could not tolerate a system based on greed any longer. It had to collapse. It is not what we want. It is a very greedy snake eating its tail. It was never, if it would collapse, it was when.
I know, I know, most people go on blithely like it will go on forever. Well, they got history on their side. It is amazing, how the powers that be, have avoided a complete take down of our economic system so far.
But I don't doubt what I see. The crumbling has been going on for a long time. Will it speed up or will it be a gentle collapse?
If our economic system goes, so does our agriculture, our food distribution, our medical system, our educational system, everything that depends on our greed based system.
It seems to me that people need to stop and consider; how would we get along without money for a month, two months, a year? Perhaps we should grow a garden; maybe raise some chickens? How will my family do? How about my community?
Rather than see this as a tragedy. I see it as good riddance. But there will be a transition time between the collapse and new systems emerging. There are many, many people in agriculture, business and finance who are loving beings hoping to be of service. They have felt like fish out of water in the old system and they will emerge at the forefront in the new world.
It is not going to do any good to complain about the horrors of our present world. The media is painting a very grim picture. Fear sells.
It would be well for us to take our focus away from the collapse and visualize new systems of agriculture, medicine, education, business etc. based on love, the integrity of people and care and nurture of our Mother Earth.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Why do I want to blog? Well I like to write. That should be enough. And, I have learned a lot. I have failed and I have succeeded. I have been married twice. I have six children. I have been rich {well very modestly} and I have been poor {with a little more reality}. I have been in business by myself. I have worked for others. I have lived off the land. I have pursued the pleasures of life. I have pursued a spiritual understanding of life. I have been involved in politics. I have eschewed politics. I must have learned something.
I look around at the over seventy folks in our social group. I realize there is enough knowledge and wisdom to run the world, in our little group; well, at least better than it is run now. But no, I am not one of those oldsters that is bitter about being shunted aside. I don't feel like I have been put aside and I love being retired. I can just 'be'. It is the best time of my life.
Regardless, I would like to write. I have always wanted to write. But, what got me started was the awareness that a great change was coming. Coincidentally with all the prophecies, or because of, I could see our present society collapsing and a new one emerging. Aside from that input, the economist that I paid attention to, made it clear our present system was not sustainable.
For awhile it appeared that a system of economics and government could work with capitalism at its core. However, over the last fifty years, capitalism lost any integrity it had and came to be a naked worship of money. It has evolved, that corporations only purpose, is to make money for their stock holders and any public service is, at the very best, window dressing.
We are at our core, loving beings, we could not tolerate a system based on greed any longer. It had to collapse. It is not what we want. It is a very greedy snake eating its tail. It was never, if it would collapse, it was when.
I know, I know, most people go on blithely like it will go on forever. Well, they got history on their side. It is amazing, how the powers that be, have avoided a complete take down of our economic system so far.
But I don't doubt what I see. The crumbling has been going on for a long time. Will it speed up or will it be a gentle collapse?
If our economic system goes, so does our agriculture, our food distribution, our medical system, our educational system, everything that depends on our greed based system.
It seems to me that people need to stop and consider; how would we get along without money for a month, two months, a year? Perhaps we should grow a garden; maybe raise some chickens? How will my family do? How about my community?
Rather than see this as a tragedy. I see it as good riddance. But there will be a transition time between the collapse and new systems emerging. There are many, many people in agriculture, business and finance who are loving beings hoping to be of service. They have felt like fish out of water in the old system and they will emerge at the forefront in the new world.
It is not going to do any good to complain about the horrors of our present world. The media is painting a very grim picture. Fear sells.
It would be well for us to take our focus away from the collapse and visualize new systems of agriculture, medicine, education, business etc. based on love, the integrity of people and care and nurture of our Mother Earth.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Friday, March 22, 2013
BEARDS
In July 1949, I was attending my Grandfather, Frank Gillett's funeral. I had to hold my upper lip in my mouth, as best I could, because it was bleeding. I was fourteen and I had just started shaving. I was at the dirty face stage of facial hair growth. It looked like my face was dirty rather than I was growing a beard.
On my first attempts I used a razor that screwed off at the top and held a double edge blade. Nobody showed me how to use it and it was probably the razor my Mother used to shave her legs. This must have been one of my first attempts; I didn't want to go out in public looking like I had a dirty face.
When I was growing up, nobody had a beard. Oh, you might see some scruffy character who looked like he might smelled bad. There were pictures; lots of old photographs in the family albums. There were old presidents, the Smith Brothers and assorted Victorian gentlemen. It was rare to see a beard on a living man.
Were the fifties that sterile? It wasn't until the sixties that beards began to appear. I always enjoyed the ritual of shaving. It was a nice narcissistic activity; but I never enjoyed being a slave to it. I was intrigued with having a beard. My favorite philosophers had beards. I thought it would be neat to have a beard. My first job after college was in Social Services {1962}. Nobody in my profession, that I knew of, had a beard, but they did start popping up here and there.
While I was in graduate school I made a few attempts at growing a beard but it wasn't until 1966 that I decided a beard would be the thing to have. I was supervisor then at Anoka County Social Services. I was about six months into my beard growth. One day I came back from lunch and there was a razor and a can of shaving cream on my desk. I took it as somebody having a lark and wasn't insulted or intimidated. I never found out who did it, but I suspected a couple secretaries.
In 1968 I started at Wilder Child Guidance Clinic as a Child and Family Therapist. I had a beard. I wanted to know what it was like to be barefaced again. That was the Summer of 1970. I shaved. I regretted it. I didn't like my face without the beard. Within a couple weeks I grew it back. I haven't shaved since 1970.
It is hard to imagine a society so controlling that virtually everybody was afraid to defy it. Or is it? People are just as afraid to speak their minds about some things they disagree with now, as men were to raise beards, then. Maybe some ideas pop into your mind right now. I know several. I don't want to list them in this message.
I do want to stress how controlling culture is. It can actually shape what you perceive. It can and does tell you what you should believe. It tells you what is good or bad. It is difficult to see the influence. People in the fifties didn't know why they didn't like beards. They just didn't. Culture even robs people of their sense of history. In the fifties they seemed to forget that their grandfathers had beards.
Are all your opinions, tastes, etc. true to yourself or are they dictated by our culture.
Consider that.
Love and Peace, Gregg
On my first attempts I used a razor that screwed off at the top and held a double edge blade. Nobody showed me how to use it and it was probably the razor my Mother used to shave her legs. This must have been one of my first attempts; I didn't want to go out in public looking like I had a dirty face.
When I was growing up, nobody had a beard. Oh, you might see some scruffy character who looked like he might smelled bad. There were pictures; lots of old photographs in the family albums. There were old presidents, the Smith Brothers and assorted Victorian gentlemen. It was rare to see a beard on a living man.
Were the fifties that sterile? It wasn't until the sixties that beards began to appear. I always enjoyed the ritual of shaving. It was a nice narcissistic activity; but I never enjoyed being a slave to it. I was intrigued with having a beard. My favorite philosophers had beards. I thought it would be neat to have a beard. My first job after college was in Social Services {1962}. Nobody in my profession, that I knew of, had a beard, but they did start popping up here and there.
While I was in graduate school I made a few attempts at growing a beard but it wasn't until 1966 that I decided a beard would be the thing to have. I was supervisor then at Anoka County Social Services. I was about six months into my beard growth. One day I came back from lunch and there was a razor and a can of shaving cream on my desk. I took it as somebody having a lark and wasn't insulted or intimidated. I never found out who did it, but I suspected a couple secretaries.
In 1968 I started at Wilder Child Guidance Clinic as a Child and Family Therapist. I had a beard. I wanted to know what it was like to be barefaced again. That was the Summer of 1970. I shaved. I regretted it. I didn't like my face without the beard. Within a couple weeks I grew it back. I haven't shaved since 1970.
It is hard to imagine a society so controlling that virtually everybody was afraid to defy it. Or is it? People are just as afraid to speak their minds about some things they disagree with now, as men were to raise beards, then. Maybe some ideas pop into your mind right now. I know several. I don't want to list them in this message.
I do want to stress how controlling culture is. It can actually shape what you perceive. It can and does tell you what you should believe. It tells you what is good or bad. It is difficult to see the influence. People in the fifties didn't know why they didn't like beards. They just didn't. Culture even robs people of their sense of history. In the fifties they seemed to forget that their grandfathers had beards.
Are all your opinions, tastes, etc. true to yourself or are they dictated by our culture.
Consider that.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
SPRING
It was down to 0 degrees F this Morning. Cold but no record. It was 9 below in 1965. I only remember past weather when I have some connection; for instance a violent storm or a baby born.
My son Matthew was born March 13, 1965. Mom and the baby came home on the 17th. We had a great snow that Morning and the snow was so deep in our driveway that I had to park the car on the road and carry Mom into the house. It was too deep for her to walk. The snow was almost to my hips. My neighbor had an old Ford tractor and he came over and plowed us out.
March of 1965 was similar to this year, except a little colder and snowier. I have a another memory of that year; fast forward to May 5th. A tornado was seen in our area [Anoka Co. MN]. My wife and I and three kids were in the basement. I would pop up stairs every so often and see what it looked like outside. We did not have a finished basement. It was an old fashioned basement with an octopus furnace in the middle, but we found a way to be comfortable. The electricity stayed on and we had a radio playing to let us know when it was time to come out. Suddenly there was a roar that passed over the house. It sounded like a freight train. I thought it must be a low flying airliner. Then the radio started directing all emergency vehicles to an area East of us. I thought a plane must have crashed.
It was an hour or so later, after the all clear, that I realized it was a tornado that passed over our house on its way East. It did terrible damage in Blaine and Fridley, two communities of Anoka County. We knew several people that lost their homes in that tornado. Blocks of homes lost their roofs and many homes were totaled.
It is interesting that I remember the leaves plastered against the cars and paving the streets. Interesting because leaves typically aren't fully out that early[ in the area]. So here we had record low temperatures in March and yet we had an early Spring. The weather must have turned around on a dime.
Another scenario: March 1975. Different life, different wife; same weather. March was cold and snowy. It felt like Spring would never come. Most of the snow had finally melted by the middle of April. I was doing something in the driveway and I had the car radio on. The radio blared, a significant Winter storm was bearing down. What! It suppose to be Spring now. The snow accumulation wasn't too horrible and it didn't last long. But the middle of April!
We moved into our present house on May 1st 1975. It was muddy. The frost had just gone out of the ground and we got the moving truck stuck in the yard and had to call a tow truck. Not such an auspicious beginning.
So is this year going to be like 1965? Is it going to turn around and be an early Spring? Or is it going to be like 1975 and wait until May? Or perhaps it will be a different but equally memorable Spring.
It is 17.8 degrees F at 11:16 AM. The normal high for the day is 43. The normal low is 26. Hmmmmmm.
Despite the weather, the light is still shining brightly!
Love and Peace, Gregg
My son Matthew was born March 13, 1965. Mom and the baby came home on the 17th. We had a great snow that Morning and the snow was so deep in our driveway that I had to park the car on the road and carry Mom into the house. It was too deep for her to walk. The snow was almost to my hips. My neighbor had an old Ford tractor and he came over and plowed us out.
March of 1965 was similar to this year, except a little colder and snowier. I have a another memory of that year; fast forward to May 5th. A tornado was seen in our area [Anoka Co. MN]. My wife and I and three kids were in the basement. I would pop up stairs every so often and see what it looked like outside. We did not have a finished basement. It was an old fashioned basement with an octopus furnace in the middle, but we found a way to be comfortable. The electricity stayed on and we had a radio playing to let us know when it was time to come out. Suddenly there was a roar that passed over the house. It sounded like a freight train. I thought it must be a low flying airliner. Then the radio started directing all emergency vehicles to an area East of us. I thought a plane must have crashed.
It was an hour or so later, after the all clear, that I realized it was a tornado that passed over our house on its way East. It did terrible damage in Blaine and Fridley, two communities of Anoka County. We knew several people that lost their homes in that tornado. Blocks of homes lost their roofs and many homes were totaled.
It is interesting that I remember the leaves plastered against the cars and paving the streets. Interesting because leaves typically aren't fully out that early[ in the area]. So here we had record low temperatures in March and yet we had an early Spring. The weather must have turned around on a dime.
Another scenario: March 1975. Different life, different wife; same weather. March was cold and snowy. It felt like Spring would never come. Most of the snow had finally melted by the middle of April. I was doing something in the driveway and I had the car radio on. The radio blared, a significant Winter storm was bearing down. What! It suppose to be Spring now. The snow accumulation wasn't too horrible and it didn't last long. But the middle of April!
We moved into our present house on May 1st 1975. It was muddy. The frost had just gone out of the ground and we got the moving truck stuck in the yard and had to call a tow truck. Not such an auspicious beginning.
So is this year going to be like 1965? Is it going to turn around and be an early Spring? Or is it going to be like 1975 and wait until May? Or perhaps it will be a different but equally memorable Spring.
It is 17.8 degrees F at 11:16 AM. The normal high for the day is 43. The normal low is 26. Hmmmmmm.
Despite the weather, the light is still shining brightly!
Love and Peace, Gregg
Monday, March 18, 2013
AND THE SNOWS CAME
I awoke this morning to 3 inches of new snow. It has stopped for now, but there could be more snow coming. I, periodically, need to reassure myself, Spring will come.
In reference to my message on Friday, I made a comment that the two priest fired by the future pope were murdered. In fact, they were found semi-nude in a field. They were tortured, but alive. Since then, at least one of them, made his peace with the pope.
On a larger note, I didn't intend to be judgmental. I don't know what I would do, if confronted with a junta who dropped dissidents in the ocean from airplanes and they were no respecters of the clergy. In any case, we are all in this drama together. We are all playing our parts to the best of our ability. We can help best by shining our love on the other players in this drama.
Oneness in difficult to understand. Bodies are the very symbol of separateness. We are locked into these bodies and we interpret the world from the data that passes through the filter. Yet, despite this, there is greater and greater recognition that we are all connected and what affects one affects all. It has been a long journey, but people are finally realizing they deserve to live on this planet with dignity and grace. The time for hierarchies is over; whether they be ecclesiastic or secular.
We don't need some group to tell us who are enemies are. We have no enemies. We have, only, fellow inhabitants of this planet. All are imbued with the same spirit and are entitled to the same love and respect.
When we finally get it through our heads, that we are manipulated and controlled by fear, and the solution is to quit listening to any fear based proposition, we will begin to feel free.
Can you imagine the beautiful world we can create, if we just love each other? Mother Earth is so vibrant and rich. She is endowed with a loving spirit, as we are. She loves us and gives us everything we need. If we can only realize that we can cooperate with her, and not continually fight her and attempt to control her, we may realize how rich in bounty she is. There is room for all of us to live with dignity and joy in her loving caress.
Love and Peace, Gregg
In reference to my message on Friday, I made a comment that the two priest fired by the future pope were murdered. In fact, they were found semi-nude in a field. They were tortured, but alive. Since then, at least one of them, made his peace with the pope.
On a larger note, I didn't intend to be judgmental. I don't know what I would do, if confronted with a junta who dropped dissidents in the ocean from airplanes and they were no respecters of the clergy. In any case, we are all in this drama together. We are all playing our parts to the best of our ability. We can help best by shining our love on the other players in this drama.
Oneness in difficult to understand. Bodies are the very symbol of separateness. We are locked into these bodies and we interpret the world from the data that passes through the filter. Yet, despite this, there is greater and greater recognition that we are all connected and what affects one affects all. It has been a long journey, but people are finally realizing they deserve to live on this planet with dignity and grace. The time for hierarchies is over; whether they be ecclesiastic or secular.
We don't need some group to tell us who are enemies are. We have no enemies. We have, only, fellow inhabitants of this planet. All are imbued with the same spirit and are entitled to the same love and respect.
When we finally get it through our heads, that we are manipulated and controlled by fear, and the solution is to quit listening to any fear based proposition, we will begin to feel free.
Can you imagine the beautiful world we can create, if we just love each other? Mother Earth is so vibrant and rich. She is endowed with a loving spirit, as we are. She loves us and gives us everything we need. If we can only realize that we can cooperate with her, and not continually fight her and attempt to control her, we may realize how rich in bounty she is. There is room for all of us to live with dignity and joy in her loving caress.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Friday, March 15, 2013
MARCH SNOWS
I awoke to about two inches of fresh snow. I had a dentist appointment first thing this morning. I finished my chores late and now it is time to blog.
If the forecast holds true, we will be snowed in again Monday. This Winter seems reluctant to let hold of its icy grip. Perhaps it is a metaphor for the, seeming, continued grip of the old world. This Winter has not been good to me. I am sure there is some benefits I don't see right now. But I experience it as long and dreary. From any objective standard, it hasn't been bad, but I have been wanting it over for two months.
I was hopeful that the new pope would be a good person to oversee the dissolution of the Papacy. It is over! Will it go gracefully or in anguish? If the reports are true, he is not the person to do the job with Grace. He sided with, the most conservative of the church, against liberation theology and fired two Jesuit priest who were later murdered by the Argentinian dictatorship. I don't know if there is a connection between the firing and the murders, but his detractors, say there is. We will see. Everything will come out.
Despite my ability to see the shining of the light everywhere, I have been overwhelmed with the horror of the news lately. I like news. I don't listen to television news much anymore; for one thing, Jamie can't stand it. It doesn't, usually, affect me that much, but I don't get anything out of it either. I still like to read the paper. In the last couple weeks, I have been appalled by the negativity and plain stupidity of the reported news.
I just reread the foregoing paragraphs. It doesn't sound like I am bright and shining today. Well, I can't be on top every moment or maybe I can. Every once in awhile the weariness that chases me catches up and I need to let go, relax, and let the light shine it away.
I am convinced, that if we could see the truth of who we are, we would be estatic all the time. We get caught up in our own thought streams that are influenced by past negativity. They don't even have to be identifiable thoughts, they can be old feelings that are still available because we need to give up our attachment to some element of the past. As we move out of the past, really let it go, our perception of the present changes.
In fact we are doing that, right now, collectively. As more and more people understand they are the authors of their experience, they begin to bring more love in to their lives and spark love in their neighbors.
There will be a coming together of like minded people soon. I think people, who have a vision of the new world, will be gathering together to bring their vision to fruition.
Love and Peace, Gregg
If the forecast holds true, we will be snowed in again Monday. This Winter seems reluctant to let hold of its icy grip. Perhaps it is a metaphor for the, seeming, continued grip of the old world. This Winter has not been good to me. I am sure there is some benefits I don't see right now. But I experience it as long and dreary. From any objective standard, it hasn't been bad, but I have been wanting it over for two months.
I was hopeful that the new pope would be a good person to oversee the dissolution of the Papacy. It is over! Will it go gracefully or in anguish? If the reports are true, he is not the person to do the job with Grace. He sided with, the most conservative of the church, against liberation theology and fired two Jesuit priest who were later murdered by the Argentinian dictatorship. I don't know if there is a connection between the firing and the murders, but his detractors, say there is. We will see. Everything will come out.
Despite my ability to see the shining of the light everywhere, I have been overwhelmed with the horror of the news lately. I like news. I don't listen to television news much anymore; for one thing, Jamie can't stand it. It doesn't, usually, affect me that much, but I don't get anything out of it either. I still like to read the paper. In the last couple weeks, I have been appalled by the negativity and plain stupidity of the reported news.
I just reread the foregoing paragraphs. It doesn't sound like I am bright and shining today. Well, I can't be on top every moment or maybe I can. Every once in awhile the weariness that chases me catches up and I need to let go, relax, and let the light shine it away.
I am convinced, that if we could see the truth of who we are, we would be estatic all the time. We get caught up in our own thought streams that are influenced by past negativity. They don't even have to be identifiable thoughts, they can be old feelings that are still available because we need to give up our attachment to some element of the past. As we move out of the past, really let it go, our perception of the present changes.
In fact we are doing that, right now, collectively. As more and more people understand they are the authors of their experience, they begin to bring more love in to their lives and spark love in their neighbors.
There will be a coming together of like minded people soon. I think people, who have a vision of the new world, will be gathering together to bring their vision to fruition.
Love and Peace, Gregg
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