Woke up this morning feeling quiet. Thank god, because the last week or so the chatter noise has been ridiculous. I often used to attribute this to a gift I called 'empathic ability'.

Now I know, it is singularity! How obvious. Of course there would be a current that links and threads through all people and things. To call it empathy is fine, but it reduces the hologram to an aspect rather than to it's holistic nature.

A friend sent me this the other day...wanted to share it.

Providence is the way of the universe. There is never a time when one is left alone without help. If you look back in the past, you will find that your every need is met when most necessary. Since that is the case, why worry about what is to come, and whether your future needs will be taken care of? Realize that in order for you to be where you are now, everything in the past had to be in place. The sooner you fully comprehend to universal perfection of things, the sooner you'll live in greater and effortless flow.

There is never a need created without its fulfillment, because everything in the universe is one. To say that there can be a need where its fulfillment does not exist is to say that there is such a thing as separation. If separation ever managed to come into existence, the whole universe would fall apart immediately. All things form a whole, and nothing can ever subtract from or add to the whole. Needs and their own fulfillment exist in perfect balance with each other. Where one exists, the other is present as well.

From the Enoch tradition. How wonderful that truth is and can be expressed in sooooooooo many ways!

Have a great day.

R

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This morning I woke up with thoughts prattling through my head.

Conversations that  self perpetuate for no other reason than that.

I turn to the lesson and immediately the prattle quiets down.

I remember a zen coen (sp?) that goes something like this:

If you wonder how or why you find yourself where you are now,

Examine your thoughts from yesterday.

If you wonder what your future will bring you,

Examine your thoughts now.

Thought Manifesting.

It is child's play. In other words, it is an aspect of my reality as a 'son of God'-

a gift given me and yet so often forgotten as the cause of temporal reality.

In the urtext version of the course, I read a quote from Jesus and he spoke

first person to me (the reader) and I hear it now; quietly reminding me:

"The only difference between you and I (this is Jesus speaking) is that

I don't tolerate weakmindness."

Given the full awareness of the power of thought manifesting, who in their 'right mind'

would want to tolerate weakmindness?

It is the cause of all pain and suffering,  and I am the undeniable source.

I am the source of my reality. What reality is that? HA

'You tell me' is what the Old Man would say.

DON'T LET ANYONE TELL YOU THEY HAVE IT AND YOU DON'T.

It is Your Self lying to yourself- it is weakmindedness and you are the source.

Because no other source there is in singularity.

One Problem  One Solution- herein lies the peace of God.

Have a glorious day, acutely aware of being surrounded by the Love of God.

"Praise and  blame, gain and loss, pleasure and sorrow -
 all come and go like the wind. To be happy,  rest like a
 giant tree in the midst of them all." 
 ~The Buddha

Just thinking about singular reality expressing –

in variable arrays of form identity.

~big smile~

Flashes of Master Teacher, the Old Man, Dear One

My heart bursts so willlingly to the portal, and there-

everything awaits me, dissolving into nothing.

Beyond words I am taken

Spending more time between my thoughts...manifesting

and then, a mosquito bites me and here I am again!

Just thinking about singular reality expressing -

in variable arrays of form identity.

But whate’er I be, nor I, nor any man that but man is, with nothing shall be pleased till he be eased with being nothing.

[Shakespeare – Richard II]

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot,

Full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

[Shakespeare]

A storm blew in last night – so close I could almost touch it

It rumbled in my ear all night long

Deep and Full, like my thoughts of late on

This moment of movement and change

I feel the love that was and always will be true

And I feel the completion of our reason for it all

I stand a little back and watch and feel and listen

The earth moves ever so constant, as we all do

So I relax and remember- do not defend from what is happening

‘It’s all good’, a friend once said to me

She’s right you know

Olivia is frightened by a thought of spiders eating me and dying

I assure her- it won’t be spiders

Love is the thing that stalks me - relentless of its mission to devour me in

Its embrace

Love is the thing I fear most

Love

Love in any and all forms but mostly - love of the human form

Like the rolling thunder and flashes of light

Present whether I want it or not

Time to walk on

Turn the corner and see what awaits me there

Time to walk through it all unafraid and unattached

Happy to love

Happy to cry

Happy to laugh with the wind in my face

Grateful for my daughters

Grateful for you

Grateful

R