Sunday, March 20, 2011


This entry is weird and long. So if you are not so inclined then move along. Nothing to see here. I wrote this as an entry in my daily journal and it is directed at my daughters.

Dreams and what to make of them? I so very rarely remember any of my dreams anymore that I was positive that I just didn’t have any. For years I always had the most vivid dreams. The majority of them were always frightening as hell. I was forever being chased by some monster (always male and always evil as hell). Most times I had some little child that I was trying to save or protect. Many times I would wake up sobbing and run into my babies rooms as they were sleeping to make sure they were okay. I think deep down my most horrible fear is that someone would hurt one of my children and I wouldn’t be able to protect them. Dreams are weird. I can’t remember ever having any happy ones. Just always this horrifying running from something and trying to save one of my babies.

Well a couple of weeks ago, I had this dream that I can’t get out of my head. It started out as this nice beautifully peaceful day. Everything was green, the sky was blue and I was playing with my granddaughters outside. Something alerted me that danger was coming. I gathered up all the girls, holding tight to all their little hands and dragging them inside to their apartment. We had to run up a bunch of stairs to get inside to their apartment. Something in my mind said that wolves were coming. I never saw any wolves and wouldn’t think that I would be afraid of wolves. Well we had to go up all these stairs to get inside. Each stair was a big wooden deck and they were arranged in a spiral. Holding tight to all three girls we ran up and up. Finally we made it into their apartment. It was a nice place but not where they really live, I had never seen this place before. I started to calm down and the girls were all making fun of scarety cat grandma. I set them up watching TV and began to look around. The first thing I noticed was the patio door was open and the outside deck was rotten and filled with holes big enough for a child to fall through and Gabby was headed right for it. I ran and slammed the door shut and locked it. Well all of you know me well enough to know that I am absolutely scared to death of heights, and the thought that a child might fall, and I wouldn’t be able to save them makes my heart stop. I think you can all remember how tight I used to hold on to your hands anytime we went on any kind of ride that took us up in the air. Then I made them some lunch (spaghettios) and everyone was happily eating and watching cartoons.
As I was walking around the kitchen reading the notes on the refrigerator I turned and there was a long hallway, like the hallway separating apartments on the inside. Walking down this hallway came an elderly lady who said hello and walked on past me. Next came this man. In my dream I realized that he looked familiar but nothing registered. He was in his late forties maybe. He had black hair and cold pitch black eyes. He had pockmarked skin and he was balding but combed his hair over the balding part. He wore a colorful tropical shirt, trousers (the dockers kind) and gym shoes. I immediately sensed danger but my stupid southern courteousness made me say hello. He asked to borrow some paper towels. I said sure and turned to grab some to hand to him. In a flash his hands went around my neck and started to choke me. He was incredibly strong and the more I tried to fight him off, it seemed the more he liked it. I became furious, kicking, twisting trying to break free but he was too strong. I began to sob as I realized that he was going to kill me and then my grandbabies would be at his mercy also. Just as I could feel his hands choking the life out of me, Heidi shook me and woke me up. I woke up scared as hell, and knew that she had saved my life. Now number one, Heidi never wakes me up but this one night she did. Number two, on the news the next day was the story of the BTK murderer and his sentencing. This was the guy in my dream. Now did I just have this guy in my subconscious for some reason, or did his evil persona just float on into my dreams, or did I actually experience one of his victims being murdered? Creepy, eh? I still can’t get this dream out of my mind. It was chilling to say the least and I know that Heidi saved my life. Now how and why did she know to wake me up just at the moment before I would have died?

Well told you this would be long, so no complaining –

I started to do some research on dreams (too scared to look up anything about the BTK murderer, can’t even look at his picture!). I found this place and here is a very good article on dreams. This place is the oldest American organization to conduct psychic research. They are our own real-life “Talamasca”. All you Anne Rice aficionados should be familiar with the Talamasca introduced to us in her novel The Witching Hour
Anyways here is the article and the link to their website is below, a pretty damn interesting place, with loads of old books and dusty secrets. I love it!



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Saturday, March 19, 2011


I am happy how many people are feeling the same and questioning our lives. Once you "wake up" into the deeper divine it is so amazingly wonderful you want to send everyone to wake up.

But sadly, it doesn't work that way, since we are all unique my spiritual revelations don't make sense to everyone, and it is my journey and this is as it should be.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Happy St. Patrick's Day and Universal Truths

I am changing and beginning to see how ALL of religion actually celebrates life, birth and renewal. We just don't realize it. Religion is a universal celebration of life and nature and renewal. And how very silly of us to kill each other over who's is better when they are all the same.

Today is St. Patrick's Day, a day to wear your green. And the green is returning as my little world wakes up and returns to life. It is so majestic and wonderful to walk outside in the mornings to hear symphonies of bird songs and each day way, way high up in the sky are the long legged migrating birds headed west. Are they like the gray elves headed for the West?

On Ash Wednesday we received the ashes on our foreheads to remind us Of the Most Important Truth in the Universe.

Momento, homo,
Quia pulvis es,
Et in pulverem reverteris.

The most important truth in the Universe.

Remember, Man,
That thou art dust
And unto dust shalt thou return.

Remember, Woman,
That thou art water
And unto water shalt thou return.

Remember, Woman, thou art air
And unto air shalt thou return.

Unto earth shalt thou return

Moby We Are All Made of Stars

Monday, March 07, 2011

Mirror of Erised

The word "Erised" (pronounced eer-ih-sehd) is "desire" spelled backwards meaning the name could also be known as the "mirror of desire." The backwards text is a symbol of the odd nature of the mirror, because the mirror works in a very backwards way from regular mirrors in a way that it shows the inside and not the outside of a person. The inscription around the mirror reads "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi" The message backwards is "I show not your face but your heart's desire."

The Mirror of Erised is a magic mirror, which, according to Albus Dumbledore, shows the "deepest and most desperate desire of our hearts." The happiest person in the whole world would look in the mirror and see a reflection of exactly the way he or she is. Inscribed across the top of the frame is the following text:
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
Reversing the inscription and rearranging the spaces produces:
I show not your face but your heart's desire

Through the recent journey I've taken through death and life, I have made some discoveries about love. The first is that love is always there. Whether we know it or not, we are surrounded by an ocean of love. Our challenge is not to find love, as though it were a distant, half-mythical goal. Our challenge is to become aware of love. Like the object you search the house for and then find was in your pocket all along, love is right with us. Our task is to abandon the distraction of searching and give ourselves to the love that is always there.

Perhaps, when reading this, you thought as I did of the scene before the Mirror of Erised where Harry sought the Stone and suddenly found it in his pocket.

I would like to quote from this book 'Facing Death Finding Love -The Healing Power of Grief & Loss In One Family's Life' (1994) by Dawson Church.  This is mainly a meditation over the author's loss of a new-born child.  Writing of the earlier birth of his other son, in a chapter called 'Welcoming the Soul' -- to compare with what Ms Rowling wrote of the contrast between Voldemort and Harry:  the different circumstances of their birth and the choices they made later.

And finally, from the same book --

If your heart is open, the soul of your baby will surely know it.  Just imagine you were a stranger landing in a strange country, where you didn't know any of the customs or the language.  How grateful you would be for a guide who would feed you, clothe you, teach you the language, and care for and protect you while you were learning to fend for yourself.  If the soul of your child knows you welcome it and will be a loving guardian of its growth, it can easily make the confining transition into a physical body.

Lionel was traumatized by his difficult birth.  It toook several hours after the umbilical cord was cut for him to calm down and got to sleep.  For the next few days, he cried and cried.  I knew that newborns can cry a great deal, but Lionel's constant crying began to weary me.  We tried everything.  We would feed him, clean him, burp him, cuddle him, and he still cried.  After six weeks of relentless crying, I was at my wit's end.  I felt as though I was on the brink of insanity.  I wanted to throw him out the window.

'Why don't you try giving him an attunement?' Brenda then suggested.  Doing this frequently when Lionel was in the womb had conditioned me to think of this primarily as a prenatal technique, not something to do after birth.  I placed my hands over his body and shared a long, loving attunement with him.  I spoke to his soul  'What is going on with this baby?  Why is he so distressed?'

'He didn't know you were here,' his soul replied.  'You spent time with him in spirit like this every day while he was in the womb, then once he was born, this conscious contact suddenly stopped.  He's reached out to you in spirit and found no one there.'

How could I have been so blind?  I had been a presence welcoming and loving him all through gestation, and suddenly he finds himself born into this uncertain new environment, and his friend isn't there!  The constant attunement signal he has been orienting to has suddenly disappeared, and he finds himself all alone.  Of course he is distressed.  I had been so focused on the physical level of actually having a baby I could hold and see that I had completely forgotten the spiritual level of parenting.  At the soul level, I had abandoned my baby.

As I held my hands over Lionel's body, his crying stopped.  His breathing became regular, and he fell asleep.  He had rediscovered his friend.  From that day on there was a complete change in his behavior. He cried infrequently and quickly stopped when we took care of his needs. He became an amazingly happy baby,and to this day is the happiest person I have ever met.
The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is.
In 1992, the Mirror was the final guardian of the Philosopher's Stone in its Chambers. Dumbledore placed an enchantment on the mirror, hiding the stone inside of it and allowing the mirror to transfer the stone to anyone who wanted to find the stone but not to use it. Anybody wishing more than simply finding it would see themselves making gold or the Elixir of Life, or in Professor Quirrell's case presenting the stone to his master.

When Quirrell/Voldemort ordered Harry to look into the mirror, Harry focused on finding the stone, and, uninterested in actually using the stone for his own purposes, saw his reflection pocketing the stone, at which time it magically appeared in his real pocket.[1]

Harry did not do the hero's thing and slay the villain.  Harry was the means that Voldemort brought death upon himself.  Harry was the mirror that destroys the basilisk by reflecting the basilisk's gaze.  He is like the 'fetch' that Emerald mentioned, 'a spirit counterpart of one's own soul that connects it to the realm of the Gods.'  Loosely speaking, that could be the substance which produces the ecstatic state....
But how did Harry become able to be that mirror to begin with? Through Voldy's inadvertent semi-transformation of him. (I say "semi-" in the sense that the transformation, or alteration, was temporary, to the tune of 16 years.) The basilisk does not create the mirror with which it can itself be destroyed. But Voldemort does. (And he does so by choosing to act on the Prophecy, as DD drives home in HBP.)

But... even though Voldy made his own mirror, by altering/transforming Harry, Harry's response to that transformation - to use it against V rather than give in to the allure of Dark Magic - was all Harry. Even his mother's love protection didn't achieve that all on its own. He wasn't a static instrument, like a literal mirror would be; he was a participant. DD also tells us that it was Harry choosing to live up to the potential for love that his mother gave him that had allowed Harry to stay in the Light. And it was by choosing to stay in the Light that put Harry put himself into the position of being a mirror at the right time and place.

Sunday, March 06, 2011

Are you a seeker or a finder

The Cosmic Vanguard

Are you a seeker or a finder? This is a very important question. If you are on a spiritual path, have you found what you are looking for? Or are you still searching? If you are doing a spiritual practice, are you doing it to reach a goal or are you doing it just because you think it’s a good thing to be doing? Or are you doing spiritual practice from another position altogether—the position of being a finder? Being a finder means you are one of those rare individuals who has unequivocally found what they are looking for, and are now doing spiritual practice only because they want to continue to develop.

People who do spiritual practice but who are not yet enlightened tend to divide their lives between the “spiritual” part and the unspiritual part. When they are engaged with spiritual practice and spend time in the company of others who share their faith or conviction in the reality of Spirit, that’s the spiritual part. All the rest is the unspiritual part. People who are enlightened, on the other hand, see all of life as an unending spiritual adventure with no holes or gaps where Spirit is not present. What you see is what you get. It is really only the capacity to see and directly experience the life we are living with greater and greater depth and more and more perspective that liberates our awareness and awakens our consciousness of Spirit’s all-pervasive presence.

If you are a sincere seeker, then it’s important that your spiritual practice be imbued with a life-and-death commitment to your own liberation here and now. The short-term goal must be to get to the other side of existential doubt. You want to free your soul from both the ego’s suffocating self-concern and the outdated and spiritually unenlightened values of our modern and postmodern culture. First and foremost, you need to do whatever it takes to free yourself. Why? So you will finally be available to participate, consciously and wholeheartedly, in the greatest gift you’ve been given...which is the life you’re already living right now.

If you are no longer a seeker but one who boldly claims to be a finder, then that means you no longer have any doubt about who you really are and why you are here on this Earth. In your own direct discovery of and awakening to Spirit’s true face, existential doubt has died a sudden and irrevocable death, liberating an infectious confidence rooted deep in your soul. A true finder may or may not continue to do spiritual practice. If he or she does, it is motivated, as I said, by the desire to continue to develop and evolve. Indeed in the new evolutionary spirituality, making the noble effort to catalyze our own individual and collective higher development is recognized to be the very raison d’être of the human experience at the leading edge. But as finders we’re no longer doing practice in order to experience a spiritual epiphany that will convince us of something we don’t already know. Now we’re making the effort to evolve because we’re in love with life and are committed to unlocking its higher potentials through our own development.

When we realize that the process of life is Spirit in action, then ideally we would aspire for our entire lives to become an unceasing manifestation of its multidimensional nature. Even more importantly, we would expect our actions to embody its most significant qualities. That means we would be expressing freedom and creativity in and through the way that we live the gift of life. And this would occur both as the spontaneous expression of a liberated heart and mind and as the practice of evolutionarily enlightened living.

I became a spiritual teacher twenty-four years ago, after I found what I was looking for. Up until that point I had been an ardent meditator. The practice of meditation, for me, was the means to an end: I wanted to become an enlightened person, whatever that was going to mean. I took my practice very seriously. I also exercised vigorously every day. I was careful about what I ate. I sought out and cultivated friendships with others who shared my passion for Spirit. And, typical of my generation, I looked to the East to find illumination rather than to the West. Like so many others, I traveled to India. When I arrived, almost immediately I felt like I was home. This was because I entered into a shared cultural context where the inner quest was accepted as being a lofty and valid endeavor. I no longer felt like such an outsider. After two and half years, I met my last teacher and he liberated my soul when he uttered ten simple words: “You don’t have to make any effort to be free.” Upon hearing this, I made the transition from seeker to finder.

I have spent almost the last quarter century struggling with the question of how to take people with me on the greatest journey that there is: from seeker to finder to co-creator of Heaven on Earth. The first step is straightforward—to become a finder all any one of us ever has to do is let go of the fears and desires of the ego, absolutely and unconditionally. It obviously goes without saying that this is easier said than done. Freedom is letting go and letting go is freedom. In truth, it doesn’t take effort. It only requires you to love God or Spirit more than you love yourself.

Creating Heaven on Earth is another matter altogether. It requires enormous effort and a long-term commitment that means forever. It also requires practice, because all truly great creative accomplishments require endless practice. So how much practice are we actually doing to ensure our own development? How deeply have we realized the importance our own higher evolution has, if we desperately want the world to change for the better? These are important and relevant questions for serious people who are committed to change.

After so many years, what have I come up with as the magic remedy for both letting go and creating Heaven on Earth? Well, that’s simple ...we have to do it all! What does that really mean? We have to endeavor to take on and embrace every aspect of the human condition, individually and together, and insist that evolution happens. This approach has been called “integral practice.” Integral, in this case, means taking on our whole being, in all its many dimensions.

We can either approach the whole endeavor of practice from the “outside-in” or from the “inside-out.” Outside-in means we intellectually understand and appreciate the multi-dimensional complexity of our selves, and we aspire to engage with and develop as many parts of ourselves as possible because we have recognized that it makes good sense to do so. The inside-out approach is one in which we have already spiritually awakened, at least to some degree, to the perennial mystical truth that all is One. And from the direct cognizance of that Oneness, we endeavor to align and develop the many different dimensions of our own being. My approach is from the inside-out.

So what does a life of spiritual practice, a life in which Spirit is being truly lived, look like? If we are committed to creating Heaven on Earth, we need to pray or meditate every single day so deeply and earnestly that each and every time the result is freedom from fear and existential doubt. The goal is ultimately to get to that point in our own spiritual development where we no longer need prayer or meditation to know what the Truth is.

The highest form of spiritual practice, for those of us who aspire to create Heaven on Earth, is our relationships with one another. That means being willing to sacrifice anything and everything so that the intersubjective world of our shared culture becomes the stage on which the spiritual reality of who we really are, beyond our separate egos, comes to the fore. Think about it: If Spirit always comes before self, then the self that we are will always manifest as Spirit first. What could be more important than this if we want to change our world?

Another very important dimension of spiritual practice is the cultivation of what I call spiritual self-respect. That is because spiritual self-respect is ego-transcendence. We must do whatever we need to do to respect ourselves so that we can respect each other. It’s more important to respect yourself than to “love yourself.” In a spiritually awakened context, respect for self always means respect for God or Spirit. Respect for that which is higher is transformative because it instantly ennobles and dignifies our separate personalities. That’s very different from having to love your ego in order to feel comfortable being who you are.

If you respect yourself, you’re going to make the extra effort to take care of yourself. How you look from the outside is always an expression of what you believe in. Evolved and enlightened saints and sages from all traditions have already told us that the path to God is one defined by self-discipline, self-control, humility, and unshakeable commitment. Because of your rare degree of spiritual inspiration, physically you will radiate beauty, and emotionally you will vibrate with open-hearted self-confidence. This will be as a result of your own ceaseless efforts and submission to your own true heart’s longing.

Finally, and most importantly, because of our commitment to going all the way and putting all of this into practice, we will simultaneously create and reap the heavenly rewards. The life we have chosen to live and our relationships will become an ecstatic cauldron of creative ferment. Because Spirit is both freedom and creativity, our own empowering realization of spiritual freedom will give rise to an unusual capacity for creative engagement. The truth of God will emerge again and again and again through our own ongoing love affair with the possible. … rit-lived/

Learning to accept who I am and unafraid

I wrote the following article on April 18, 2008 right after experiencing an earthquake in Chicago and outlying suburbs. It shook us all up pretty good. And pushed all the fear buttons, mine especially. Then as usual it just got freakier ......

Tremors rattle people awake across Chicago area
By Jason Meisner | Tribune staff reporter
5:01 AM CDT, April 18, 2008

Authorities at the National Weather Service in Romeoville on Friday were fielding numerous calls from across the Chicago region about tremors that may have been caused by a small earthquake.

The tremors could be felt in downtown Chicago at the Tribune Tower, 435 N. Michigan Ave., for about 20 seconds beginning around 4:40 a.m.

The National Weather Service began receiving calls from all over the area at about that time, meteorologist Bill Wilson said. "We're getting calls from as far away as Valparaiso," he said.

The Associated Press was reporting an earthquake rocked people awake in Indiana.

The ground shook in Indianapolis and Evansville about 4:39 a.m. The shaking lasted about 10 seconds.

There were no immediate reports of injuries.

All my birds were flying around like mad in their cages and strange noise sounded like it was coming from the roof. Dogs started howling all over the neighborhood.

totally bizarre and freaky!

oh for pete's sake this is freaky -

Today in History - April 18
By The Associated Press – 6 hours ago

Today is Friday, April 18, the 109th day of 2008. There are 257 days left in the year.

Today's Highlight in History:

On April 18, 1906, a devastating earthquake struck San Francisco, followed by raging fires; estimates of the final death toll range between 3,000 and 6,000.

A new perspective on the Mayan calendar end date controversy
William C. Treurniet, March, 2007

Summary. A previous study found a relationship between the number of earthquakes in the lower mantle and the structure of the Mayan calendar. As predicted by a model proposed by Calleman (2004), the number of earthquakes alternated in successive 360-day periods corresponding to the Days and Nights of the Galactic Underworld. The present study investigated the strength of this alternating pattern beginning in 1973. The data show that the pattern weakly appeared in 1991, but faded away only to reappear in 1996. It increased in strength from 1996 up to the present. These observations indicate that the pulses of the universal consciousness field proposed by the model were felt perhaps three years before the onset of the Galactic Underworld. The magnitude increased with each successive Underworld Day, and the trend suggests that it will continue to increase in the future.

I began wondering if that all this manifesting energy into matter stuff IS REAL
Are we learning how to dream our new 5th world into being?

I have had mystical, dreamy paranormal experiences my whole life. I also come from a family who have a high number of intellectual geniuses and a high number who have committed suicide. I have walked a tightrope most of my life, and struggled to not give in to "magical thinking", which my mother convinced me opened me up to being taken over by "demons".

Back in the early 90s (probably 1991) like this article above states, I had this recurring dream every single night for months. An ancient looking Indian man was walking down highway after highway. No one stopped to pick him up and it seemed that he grew more and more tired. I felt so sorry for him. But every night he came into my dreams and walked and walked. This went on for days and days. And then one night I began to dream that I saw with his eyes and then I knew that he was searching for me. I watched him walk up to my house and nod his head. I was happy that he found me, it felt good, I was happy that he got to rest, I gave him some water to drink. He told me that he had been looking for me everywhere and now he found me. I laughed and said what could he possibly want with me? You are a maker he said, you must help to bring the 5th world or we will all die. Then he touched my head and all I saw were huge nuclear explosions, and I grew so afraid, no no no, I cannot do this, I cannot, it was too fearful. You must do this or the 5th world cannot appear. You are a maker, you must help to bring about the fifth world. I ran from him and told him no, no, no this is too terrible you must leave. I pushed this dream into the back of my mind, but still the fear was in me. Then I discover the internet, discover the Hopi prophecy and 2012. Then I begin to think that I am killing people by dreaming and walk through coals of fire to not just end it all, that I am some evil creature of night. I now see that the only way to shock me awake was to make me look, and the only thing I would look at was people dying. But now, slowly, gradually, I am being cured of my fear of death, and cured that I cause things to die. And that I am not a demon or a devil.

Hidden inside of me has been this dream, and I have fought it and fought it.This dream came to me night after night after night. And each night this ancient Indian man walked until he found, "me".

2012 is a time of a great revealing, all lies must become truths. All must change and most importantly we must change. And time I think to discuss seriously how to bring about the 5th world we all so want and desire.

some articles that help to express what I am thinking here.....
2012 : A Time Odyssey
Sharron Rose

And this headline a few days later made me say well of course Magnitude-4.0 aftershock reported from Midwest earthquake AP - April 21, 2008
Ill. earthquake "a wake-up call".
Was this message for me?

And here I am now on March 6, 2011 a quiet peaceful Sunday and it feels like I have traveled to the moon and back. I find that I have opened the door into light as in this video and stepped through. I am no longer afraid to be a "maker" as was told to me in my dream. I in fact cherish this fact and am so filled with the wonder of my life. And I now ponder that the Indian looking for me was in fact my higher self, I believe.

I feel that it's important to share these videos below; that will help to explain where I am now and who I am becoming and who we all are becoming. At some point you will be given the opportunity to accept this reality is much deeper than you could ever believe.

As discussion of 2012 begins to enter the mainstream media, fact and fiction concerning ancient prophecies, astronomical alignments and doomsday scenarios can easily get confused. This can happen especially if you live in Western Europe or North America and are exposed to the shrink-wrapped, dumbed-down soundbite melodramas that masquerade as news. So let us begin to clarify matters with a bit of etymology.

The word "apocalypse" does not mean "the end of the world". Apocalypse means "revelation" (Greek: Ἀποκάλυψις -translit. Apokalypsis), literally "the lifting of the veil" – a term applied to the disclosure to certain privileged persons of something hidden from the mass of humankind. The Greek root corresponds in the Septuagint (an early Jewish text) to the Hebrew galah (גלה), "to reveal".

Some days when the gyroscope inside of me is spinning fluidly, life is grand and I am so happy to be alive here and now. Even with all the terror, sadness, injustices and wrongness in the world. Even with all the terrible things I see within all that I thought were the "higher beings". Even with all the evil, even with 9/11 I begin to see and understand that it is all on track and spinning like it is supposed to, to wake us up, to reveal truth of our inner being-ness. On those days I feel full of light and hope and joy.

But still there are days where the media sucks me back into the matrix of "fake reality" and fear takes over my mind and my heart.

But now I know the keys that unlock the doors and all I have to do is unlock the doors.

My prayers now are for all of us to find the keys, and unfortunately each key is different for each person.

But together with each of our keys, a wonder awaits!

Our world shakes with revolution, inside and outside. All those "nuclear" bombs I saw in my dream are powerful changes manifesting inside of each and everyone across the globe. We are birthing a new world and labor is hard work. But joy awaits us.

Social and political change happen when a group of people have quietly changed in their minds and collectively hold an emotional opinion. The American Revolution was fought and won by only one-third of the colonists. (Another third favored British rule, and the last third just didn’t care).

The black revolution in America began with a shared feeling among the people. Before Rosa Parks sat down in the front of the bus, flicking the domino that sent racial segregation tumbling, the blacks of the south had quietly been talking. They told each other they had had enough. Their group decision changed America.

Raison d'être
"This is the true joy in life: To being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one. To being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die. For the harder I work, the more I live.

I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got a hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations." ~ George Bernard Shaw ~

And this one is for my youngest daughter and my grand daughter, someday they may read this and understand the secret that was being shown to them too.