posted June 22, 2005 11:09 PM         

In these days of trouble and strife,
It is indeed rare and wonderful
To find the time to
Stand in a meadow for a whole
Afternoon and listen to
The sunlight falling on the grass.

The awareness of Destiny
and the hand of God comes
when you reach a point in
your life when you look back
at the series of unrelated
"coincidences" that led to
that point and you can
see that a pattern was present
and that you would have
ended up here, at this time,
with these people, whether you walked, rode or flew,
in spite of the choices you
thought you made of your
own free will.

If coincidence is not
a synonym for
miracle, we might as
well leave now.

Don't try to have the last word,
You might get it.

posted June 23, 2005 09:32 AM         

Love,

posted June 24, 2005 09:49 AM         

Weeseldad touched on an aspect (a few posts ago) I have been contemplating. If a Light Warrior such as MSR`s husband can be so effectd by the darker forces, how diligent we must be. Holding ourselves in constant awareness of the pitfalls of this material life. Love and prayers,

posted June 24, 2005 09:12 PM         

In New Jersey tonight
The number 3 is not licky.
3 diplomas will go unclaimed
In 2011 or so.
3 women will marry someone else.
3 boys won't have a first date,
Have a beer with Dad
Or hand Mom a grandchild.
3 families sob and ask
"Why?"
I think I have an answer.
But who would believe me?

posted June 25, 2005 09:55 PM         

Doesn't Anybody Know My Name?

I've been gone so long,
Fought a war that's come and gone.
Doesn't anybody know my name?
My sister's up and wed.
Momma's taken to her bed,
Now my old dog Red's gone lame.
Please tell me if you can,
What time do the trains roll in?
two ten, six eighteen, ten forty four.
The house is falling down,
The hedge is turning brown.
Doesn't anybody know my name?
The girl I left behind'
Has run off to Caroline,
I don't have to reassign to
Know things ain't the same.
Please tell me if you can.
What time do the trains roll in?
Two ten, six eighteen, ten forty four.
You can't go far away
On just a soldier's pay.
Doesn't anybody know my name?
Used to be, when I could see,
Everybody wanted me.
Now no one comes to see
A blind man catch the train.
Please tell me if you can,
What time do the trains roll in?
Two ten, six eighteen, ten forty four.

I guess this really grabbed me because I served in Viet Nam, and I know it feels. I bet that we all know at least one person who is back from Iraq or some where, who feels this way. Let us pray that this song will eventually have no meaning.

I always wish..........

posted July 03, 2005 08:01 AM         

The extract you gave at the beginning of this thread is beautiful!

Many thanks

posted July 03, 2005 08:12 AM         

I thank God we live in this country of diversity.The strife,greed and egos that may seem to run the country is highly visable. What isn`t visible is the Love, Spirituality, Faith and hungry Hearts reaching out to fullfillment and the betterment of Humanity. May you keep Prayer in your Heart, the Path ahead in view and your lights shining for Humanity.

Happy Fourth of July. Be safe!

Love,

posted July 03, 2005 08:19 AM         

There is another thread with a large amount of information on MSR and her books. Some exerpts ect. I will add the link if you would like to read it.

Blessings,

http://www.linda-goodman.com/ubb/Forum7/HTML/003301.html

posted July 15, 2005 11:53 PM         

All is as intended and each day unfolds according to Gods Will

Blessings to you and yours,

posted July 22, 2005 10:08 PM         

As we walk the Path of Life,
We meet many people.
White, Black, Yellow, Brown and Red.
At first, there is a difference
Between all of these.
Upon closer looking, we are all brothers and sisters in humanity.
Don't you wish that we could
Teach this simple lesson to our
Politicians?

I was inspired to write this while listening to some songs by Peter, Paul and Mary tonight. I hope that we all realize how true it is and, maybe, can pass it on to just one friend.
I wish love, peace and enlightment to all. May God smile upon you and yours.

posted July 24, 2005 07:02 PM         

I HAVE TO TELL HIS WIFE

A RIFLE STANDS, STUCK BAYONET-FIRST
INTO THE SAND. AN ODD LOOKING, SOFT
GREEN HAT IS COVERING THE BUTT.
THE LATE AFTERNOON SUN GLINTS OFF OF THE
SILVER WINGS THAT ARE PINNED TO IT.
IF YOU ARE STANDING IN THE RIGHT PLACE
AND YOU LOOK HARD, YOU CAN SORT OF HALF-SEE
A MAN STANDING THERE. HE ISN'T TOWERING
OF HEIGHT OR TERRIBLE AND IMPOSING. THERE'S
A FARAWAY LOOK IN HIS EYES, AS IF HE'S THINKING
OF A GIRL WHO'S IN THE STATES OR MAYBE LONDON.
AND MAYBE A TEAR IS IN HIS EYE. NOT FOR HIM,
BUT FOR ALL THOSE WHO COME AFTER HIM.
THOSE WHO WILL DIE OR BE CRIPPLED
FOR REASONS THAT NO ONE SEEMS TO BE SURE OF.
MAYBE SOMEDAY IT WILL STOP, THOSE ARE THE
WORDE THAT FORM HIS PRAYERS. AS THE SUN SETS
THE FIGURE FADES AND YOU ARE ALONE WITH THE
RIFLE, HAT AND A SIGN THAT READS-
SAIGON-2KM.

posted July 26, 2005 10:52 PM         

SUMMER THINGS
Small children calling "Ally, ally oxen Free." At dusk.
Fireflies dancing in crazy spirals under The trees.
Icecream melting faster than you can
Eat it.
The lonely cry of an owl in the woods on a
Quiet afternoon.
The swish, click, hum of fifty different Kinds of lawn sprinklers.
The collective happiness of five hundred
People at a public beach.
Bicycles and skateboards strewn across a
Driveway at suppertime.
The music from an icecream truck that kids
Can hear for ten blocks.
Auntie Kate's inevitable two week visit.
T-shirts that advertise "SURF'S UP"
Grown men in silly aprons bending over
Hot charcoal.
Making endless gallons of Kool Aid for an
Army of thirsty kids.
A quiet, hand-in-hand walk along a darkening
Sidewalk at sundown.
These things are Summer.

I hope that this brings happy tears as you remember some of these from your life. My love and wish of peace to all of you.

posted July 30, 2005 11:28 PM         

Ally Ally Oxen Free

Time to let the rain fall without the help of man.
Time to let the trees grow tall. Now if they only can.
Time to let our children live in a land that's free.
Ally, ally ally, ally oxen free. Ally, ally, ally oxen free.

Time to blow the smoke away and look at the sky again.
Time to let our friends know we'd like to begin again.
Time to send a message across the land and sea.
Ally, ally, ally, ally oxen free. Ally, ally, ally, ally oxen free.

Strong and weak, mild and meek, no more hide and seek.

Time to see the fairness of a children's game.
Time for men to stop and learn to do the same.
Time to make our minds up if the world at last will be.
Ally, ally, ally, ally, oxen free. Ally, ally, ally, ally oxen free.

I don't know about you, but it still works for me. Love and blessings.

posted July 31, 2005 12:03 PM         

We are glad for lifes experiences and the people they bring our way. The sadness of our loss`s of those very same people. As we trod our earthly Path, can`t have one without the other.

MSR so wisely said "to expect is to suffer, to accept is personal peace" I take the joys and tragedys, the happyness and sorrows and know I `m experiencing all God ment for me. I accept the Love and Grace God has for me and Pray for Peace, Joy in every Heart and count my Blessings to have had wonderful Souls enrich my life.

Blessings and Ally Ally Oxen Free

posted August 01, 2005 10:28 PM         

ONE TIN SOLDIER
(The Legend of Billy Jack).

Listen children to a story that was written long ago
'bout a kingdom on a mountain and the valley folk below.
On the mountain was a treasure buried deep beneath a stone,
and the valley people swore they'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven, justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day
on the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill
asking for the buried treasure, tons of gold for which they'd kill.
Came an answer from the kingdom: "With our brothers we will share
all the secrets of our mountain, all the riches buried there."

Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven, justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day
on the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away.

Now the valley cried with anger; mount your horses, draw your sword,
and they killed the mountain people, so they won their just reward.
Now they stood beside the treasure on the mountain, dark and red,
turned the stone and looked beneath it. "Peace on earth" was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven, justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day
on the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away.

We should copy this and send it to Washington and also pray that we are not the tin soldier. Love and prayers for those who serve.

posted August 02, 2005 10:44 PM         

My offering from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Song of Hiawatha, part one:

"I am weary of your quarrels,

Weary of your wars and bloodshed,

Weary of your prayers for vengeance,

Of your wranglings and dissensions;

All your strength is in your union,

All your danger is in discord;

Therefore be at peace henceforward,

And as brothers live together.

"I will send a Prophet to you,

Who shall guide you and shall teach you,

Who shall toil and suffer with you

If you listen to his counsels

You will multiply and prosper;

If his warnings pass unheeded, You will fade away and perish!

"Bathe now in the stream before you

Wash the war-paint from your faces,

Wash the blood-stains from your fingers,

Break the red stone from this quarry,

Mould and make it into Peace-Pipes

Take the reeds that grow beside you,

Deck them with your brightest feathers,

Smoke the calumet together,

And as brothers live henceforward.

* * * * *

Bob, You are a guiding light & my Heart smiles for the simple joy you created..

Blessings,

posted August 04, 2005 03:01 AM         

I have now completed 'Spirit Song' and am half way through 'Pheonix Rising'.

I am asking, if anyOne is able/has Time, to share their ideas/feelings about the Prophecies of the Earth Changes. This is serious stuff.

I know we make our own reality, but we can't force the masses to see what they are not ready to see. It would take a miraculously powerful force to penetrate their being and awaken their eyes; their real-eyes; their Self, for this to happen. To show them Pure Love. However, that is not the nature of our reality; we chose to come into this world so that we may experience an existence separate from God; that is our free will. And so many people are choosing to live their lives SO separate from the Great Spirit; our true source. The temptations of this world are too enticing.

Anyway, to get back to the point- I AM deeply concerned about the Prophecies. Even our Environmental Scientists tell us the future is uncertain; they do not seem optimistic. Perhaps many people (with their energy/prayers)are helping to delay cataclysm or even prevent it. Still, it is best not to simply fall into complacency.

I haven't watched the news in years; to me, before, it was the same old story and not the full picture. However, I am ceratinly going to pay more attention from now on!

Can any body tell me, from their knowledge, what they think about the prophecies and their accuracy. By prophecies I mean Mary Summer Rain AND other, likeminded.......

Is it Time for me to get out of England? And where would I go?

This IS important, and I don't know if I can find the answers to my questions alone. I am not ready to delve into the spirit worlds yet. When I was a child, I chose to separate mySelf from these things because of the negative spirits.......that's another story. Anyway, I shall be searching for my answers.......

LOve & Light

ListensToTrees/LostInStrangeWorld