Where Is Time?

Some say that time does not exist,
that past, present, and future exist
simultaneously. If we change a reality
today, does it change what happened in
the past? Can we undo the mistakes of
our ancestors? Are futures predestined if
they exist now? How do my realities
affect those of others? Do other people’s
realities affect mine?

The problem with thinking and asking
questions is it leads to more thinking
and questions.

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Silence of God

I go within to the place of
silence. It is here that I
meet with my Creator. I
leave outside what belongs
outside and open to to receive
the gift of knowing. I need not
wait to go to the Kingdom; its
portal is within my heart. Death
offers nothing I do not already have,
waiting for me, waiting in the
silence of knowing.

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Sand Mountain–In My Lifetime

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When I was a kid
there was a mountain made
of sand from phosphate mines.
I loved to climb that mountain,
then roll down, arms slapping,
sand filling every body crevice.

My legs burned as I climbed, toes
dug into the sand, fingers trying
to stop the inevitable downward
slides. The decent, which we made
either in giant, unstoppable strides,
or rolling with laughter and
considerable painful abrasions,
primed us to beg our mother for
“one more time.”

The attraction of the mountain was
increased by the flat terrain of
Florida–none of us had ever seen
a mountain. To be on top, able to
see far away was a joy to a child
whose world was flat.

As Florida was under the ocean at
one time, an added attraction of
Sand Mountain was it treasure trove
of shark’s teeth. We’d pretend we
were panning for gold, letting the sand
pour through our fingers in search for
a nugget disguised as a tooth. We
preferred the shark tooth to gold any day!

Sand Mountain no longer exists as the sand
was used to fill some of the hundreds of
mining pits that dot the landscape. But it
still exists in the memory of a grandmother
living on the edge of the floresta of Brazil.

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Passion of Our Dreams

Let your dream be your passion.
Envision it night and day.
The Universe rushes to fulfill our dreams.
Let your dream be your passion.
We create what we envision.
Bring forth realities based in love.
Let your dream be your passion.
Envision it night and day.

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Against the Current

How often we try to swim
against the current. The
river of life is powerful
and can easily sweep away
those who battle her. One of the
secrets of a peaceful life is
to go with the flow, to
surrender to the force of the
river and let her carry us
on our journey. Sure makes
life easier. Wish I had learned
this a long time ago.

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Snippets from Source #67

If you sometimes think My
challenges are too big for
you, it’s because you have
not yet seen how enormous
you are!

You are a point in the
matrix of life, limited
only by your fears and beliefs.

Let noting impede your
expansion! Go for it!

Your Coach, Source

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$171

Anyone can buy a gun
in the US for $171. What
if every person had a gun–
would there be less killing
because we all know the
other person is armed?

What would it feel like to
carry a gun on your person
at all times? Safe? Or would
it remind you of the fearful
things that might happen?

Would the gun be a magnet for
our fears? Or a guarantee that
they would never happen?

If society reverted to dueling
as a way of settling conflict,
would wars ends? Only the people
who wanted them need be involved.

Maybe guns would be a better way
to control the overpopulation that
is occurring. We do this with animals–
allow limited killing to control
over-breeding. We could get a license
to hunt and kill someone we don’t
like, but only during a limited time.

Holsters could become fashion statements
with beads and paisley prints. Gun racks
with space for notches and scalps could
be the latest status symbol. Great for
pickup trucks with throbbing music.

Think of the money we’s save in airport
security, mental hospitals, crowded
jails, costly wars…just get a Walmart
Special. All problems solved for $171.
A real bargin.

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