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ASK MR. LEE

ASK MR. LEE

I was seven years old, I was just beginning to learn how to live as a dyslexic child, I was becoming a great researcher and had just been informed by the school principal that I was to be moved to Harmony Elementary’s upper level to join a class of six graders.

My seat was to be on the back row and only three feet from the library door. I had been given a typewriter but it was noisy for classroom use. When my scribbles cried out for assistance I simply raised my hand and with a nod from Mrs Stuart I reached for the library doorknob and entered that part of my world that was to become my playground. My last name “Broom” was thoughtfully over looked’

On this particular day Mrs. Stuart began by drawing the class’ attention to “our new member; his name is Lee”.

By noon I was “Little Lee”.

“Don’t ask me-ask Little Lee” drew lots of titters and by 3:PM an occasional note of respect by a group of respecters whose grades were in the upper level…To them I was Mister Lee.

On June 12, 2019 I expect to celebrate my eightieth birthday.               I wonder what I will be called then.

 

 

 

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IS THERE A MEMORY OF CURRENT EVENTS

IS THERE A MEMORY OF CURRENT EVENTS

IS THEIR EVIDENCE OF A CURRENT EVENT

AND YESTERDAY’S INQUIRY?

O AND HIS THERE A MEMORY OF FUTURE EVENTS

I should not have started on this path. I had intended to tickle some ribs, avoid the fibs and declare our memory system defunct.

But how…
yes, how, can one point to an obvious dysfunction if the target exists only in one’s imagination?

Oh, well…

IS THERE A MEMORY OF FUTURE EVENTS

IS THERE A MEMORY OF FUTURE EVENTS

 

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?”

 

Imagine a Herd of Turtles Chasing a Flock of Bird Dogs

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Imagine a Herd of Turtles Chasing a Flock of Bird Dogs

 

THE GREATEST DETERENT TO TRUTH: the Obsession for proof.

Q: What can be learned when an issue generates only two conflicting opinions?

A: Only that someone has remained silent?

 

The level of respect due for the beliefs of others must be based not on what they believe but on their ability to gather reliable information.

Popular opinion requires no truth.

Those who join sides miss the point.

Friendship does not come easily to Free Thinkers.

The key to Freedom is Courage. The Padlock is pressure to conform.

If I could persuade others to think as I do, I would encourage them to seek answers to every question that enters their minds and to then question the answers.

I was asked what I revered above all else. “Freedom”, I replied.
“And how do you feel about Fairness?”
“What a silly question.” I thought. “In order to be treated Fairly, one must first lose their Freedom.”

I did not reply.

 

 

 

A MESSAGE TO AGING INVENTORS

A MESSAGE TO AGING INVENTORS

Self-employed people seem to live longer and, appear to be younger than the salaried majority. Wrinkles and age spots go unnoticed as their audience responds instead to this fountain of youthful enthusiasm.

These are the scientists, the artists and the curious. They are the Leaders in society, a label given them by those who look to others  for the answers to their own questions.

There are very few skeptics among them and rarely look to others for their answers.

If curiosity haunts you, if a lack of trust in the shared opinions of others taunts, perhaps you spend more time than most, seeking answers to your own questions.

Or…

If you are curious about the validity of the set of ideas set forth in this essay, perhaps you will share you opinion of such…

Or…

If you’ve already forgotten the first line, feel free to read it again.