GATHERING SHARING RELIABLE INFORMATION

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The word “proof”, when added, changes a report into an advertisement, a discovery into a product and the reader into a victim of inanity. Proof can render the world’s greatest lie into disaster by posing successfully as TRUTH.

When the habit of seeking proof is replaced with the business of seeking evidence we learn to start with questions that are free of bias; we discover TRUTH and we improve our personal relationships and our lot in life.

Mistakes are no longer a threat under such a system; they are simply a way of tweaking the path; Mistakes make learning attractive  and teach us patience with those who are “always right”. These mistakes can rescue us from the mire of mindless management, of running the risk of never growing and of never again learning a single new thing.

(I think I got that right.)

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SAFETY FIRST

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I spend way too much time talking about overcoming FEAR.

I suffer from the FEAR of never having enough.

What I am discovering is…

FEAR is a gift.

FEAR teaches us to search for SAFETY.

FEAR teaches us to BE STRONG, to BE RESILIENT, to be PERFECT.

FEAR motivates us to compete; as we play games we not only have fun but we acquire and hone the skills necessary for protecting those sources of SAFETY, our families, our institutions of learning, our jobs. It is in these places of SAFETY that we discover the FIRST (but often ignored) of life’s great gifts, The GIFT of LOVE.

And so…

FEAR teaches us COURAGE.

FEAR teaches us FAITH.

FEAR  teaches us to PROTECT each other.

LOVE on the other hand makes all this perfectionism unnecessary.

THE NO FLY ZONE

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B.C. comic strip presented a case against the ability of a common house-fly to penetrate the no-fly zone as protected by the whirring blades of a ceiling fan. I decided to pretend I was a fly and conduct an experiment. But why do that I asked my inquisitive self; you already conducted such a test twenty years ago. And I remembered…

I had just moved into my new home, it was summertime in Scottsdale Arizona, the A.C. would not be on until Monday; it was Friday afternoon. I filled the bathtub with water and threw in one of two bags of ice that I was storing in a car refrigerator. Soaking in that tub was great while it lasted but the ice soon melted and I was getting restless.

The boredom was still in charge as I flopped onto the bed. I pulled the chain on the ceiling fan above me and as it began to whir I stared at it for a while. Eventually, I blinked my eyes and in so doing noticed something rather odd. When I blinked there was a moment when I thought the fan had stopped. I blinked again. Nothing. Again. And again and again I blinked; yes, indeed that propeller above me matched every flutter of my eyelids with an abrupt arrest of its Rotarian self.

What’s that? An idea?

I hopped off the bed and ran into the living room, picked up the Scottsdale Progress which had been thrown that morning as a welcoming gesture to the neighborhood and removed the rubber band. (Rubber band! Get it?)

Back at rest beneath the rotating fan I stretched the  tense, elastic missile and aimed.

ZING.

It passed though the perceived void and struck the ceiling. I retrieved the missile and fired again.

And again.

I did that dozens of times never once failing  to penetrate the whirling barrier.

So back to that fly; I don’t know if it is as fast as that flying rubber  but with 4000 lenses on the fly’s two eyes the increased perception needed for passing through those whirling blades without being sent to insect Nirvana is probably possible (please forgive the oxymoronic phrase).

But then again…

I don’t think that fly has any eyelids.

SAFEWAY? SAFE FOR WHOM?

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Safeway’s counter-top card payment machine does not tell the customer how much they owe. It takes your name, card and pin number, accepts payment and then prints a receipt.

Safeway’s counter-top card payment machine does not tell the customer how much they owe. It takes your name, card and pin number, accepts payment and then prints a receipt.

Safeway’s counter-top card payment machine does not tell the customer how much they owe. It takes your name, card and pin number, accepts payment and then prints a receipt.

Safeway’s counter-top card payment machine does not tell the customer how much they owe. It takes your name, card and pin number, accepts payment and then prints a receipt.

Safeway’s counter-top card payment machine does not tell the customer how much they owe. It takes your name, card and pin number, accepts payment and then prints a receipt.

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Is There A Memory of Future Events?

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Prediction vs discovery of future events.
Imagining: the tool of telepathy.

When considering the truth of ideas which cannot truly be tested, it may still be possible to subject these ideas to known truths (beliefs). One can mentally remove the variables and work with whatever is left.

Do you ever wonder, “Is there really a future?” To believe that to be so is to accept the notion that the future can be manipulated. If the future is view-able and the viewer experiences personal change with every experience then the viewers perception of the future no longer exists.

Note that the term “future” is relative to the term “present”; which reveals that “future” is a measure, however vague, of time. This observation requires that we accept that “time” exists. But having discovered that any attempt to manipulate “time” must change “time”, then apparently “time” does not exist except to give meaning to our questions about Self. If I am correct in my guess, reading the future or remembering the past would employ identical brain activity.

Paranormal communication however, appears to be measurable, if not dependably quantifiable. Though thought itself defies measurement, my own experience with telepathy over the last 36 years leads me to believe that imagination has more to do with the delivery of an idea or message than say, “sending”; imagine  a conversation, occurring on a lower, “day-dreaming” level of consciousness; in my case I have discovered many times that the person I pretended to be speaking with, responded.

It is always a surprise since intention is rarely a part of this type of  event. I might add that in every case I can think of where I intentionally attempted a meeting in the air , the respondent believed that they, themselves were the initiator of what was in reality, a response to my own psychic foray into the unknown.

I remember one para-psychological event where I deliberately initiated a message to another and received a reply. I created a message and wrote it down. I then imagined myself as the other person. I “reshaped my face”, I imagined my new face with typical “other person” expressions and then holding those images in mind I began reading the message repeatedly. As I finished the fifth repetition, the phone rang. My friend made it very clear that the message had gotten through.

My message: “Call me before 7 am.” We were both late sleepers.

The reply: “Are you okay? I just had a dream that you were going to be in great danger at 7:00 am. Lee, are you okay?”

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COMMON INGREDIENT

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The ingredient common to the lives of  artists, inventors, scientists, and composers  is Freedom. Without this precious necessity we become redundant clones who will go to any lengths to gain the approval of society.

Solution:

We Accept the Love and we pass it on.

We Listen to the Birdies.

We Dance to the Music.

We Share the Newness.

We Accept the Day ; we create The Morrow

We Accept the Love and we pass it on.

We accept the Gift and we pass it on.

The Gift of Love is Freedom.

We pass it on.