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There is a higher power that links all living things … this is very touching!

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THE ELEPHANT’S JOURNEY TO PAY RESPECT, BUT HOW DID THEY KNOW?

Lawrence Anthony, a leg­end in South Africa and author of 3 books
includ­ing the best­seller, The Ele­phant Whis­perer.

He bravely res­cued wildlife and reha­bil­i­tated ele­phants all over the
globe from human atroc­i­ties, includ­ing the coura­geous res­cue of Bagh­dad
Zoo Ani­mals dur­ing US inva­sion in 2003. On March 7, 2012 Lawrence Anthony
died. He is remem­bered and missed by his wife, 2 sons, 2 grand­sons,
and numer­ous elephants.

Two days after his pass­ing, the wild ele­phants showed up at his home led
by two large matri­archs. Sep­a­rate wild herds arrived in droves to say
good­bye to their beloved ‘man-friend’. A total of 31 ele­phants had
patiently walked over 12 miles to get to his South African House.

Wit­ness­ing this spec­ta­cle, humans were obvi­ously in awe not only because
of the supreme intel­li­gence and pre­cise tim­ing that these ele­phants
sensed about Lawrence’s pass­ing, but also because of the pro­found mem­ory
and emo­tion the beloved ani­mals evoked in such an orga­nized way: Walk­ing
slowly, for days, mak­ing their way in a solemn one-by-one queue from
their habi­tat to his house. Lawrence ‘s wife, Fran­coise, was espe­cially
touched, know­ing that the ele­phants had not been to his house prior to that
day for well over 3 years!

But yet they knew where they were going. The ele­phants obvi­ously
wanted to pay their deep respects, hon­or­ing their friend who’d saved
their lives — so much respect that they stayed for 2 days 2 nights
with­out eat­ing any­thing. Then one morn­ing, they left, mak­ing their long
jour­ney back home.

Soooooo.….……HOW did they know Lawrence had passed away?!?! SOMETHING
IN THE UNIVERSE IS GREATER AND DEEPER THAN HUMAN INTELLIGENCE.

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Maturity must be gained …

… before we humans can do any kind of jus­tice to mat­ters of great­ness.“
Hye­mey­ohsts Storm

From the pref­ace to Light­ing­bolt.

I just pur­chased this book … I am fas­ci­nated by native cul­ture and mythol­ogy. Just read­ing the pref­ace gave me goose­bumps. I look for­ward to tak­ing the jour­ney this young man took while learn­ing from a Med­i­cine Woman who taught him the true mean­ing of life and humankind’s place in it.

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You never know what you are capable of … until you try.

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Plant wisely …

What kind of tapes do you play inside your mind? Are they happy and pos­i­tive, or are they full of “if only” and “I should have?” Plant seeds of per­sonal growth … you never know what will blossom.

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We will regret this …

Hmm­m­m­m­m­m­mmm? Who remem­bers the days in ele­men­tary school when we had a mid-morning recess, lunch recess and after­noon recess? We had equip­ment check out with bas­ket­balls, tether balls and jump ropes. We climbed on jun­gle gyms, steep slides and merry-go-rounds. We were allowed to run and play games like tag and Red Rover. Kids were not over­weight and I think we did pretty well aca­d­e­m­i­cally, in spite of the lack of bil­lions of stan­dard­ized tests (just the big one, once a year and it was pretty excit­ing because it was dif­fer­ent) and over-blown cur­ricu­lum! If we didn’t do the work and do it well, we were held back, and we sur­vived. If we needed to use the restroom, we raised our hands and asked politely … we didn’t have an allot­ted num­ber of bath­room passes and if they ran out, it was hold it or lose points. Ridicu­lous! If we messed up, par­ents and teach­ers let us have it, and God for­bid, if it was really bad, it meant a trip to the principal’s office. Yikes! Kids were kids in the “old days,” not med­icated, bored, frus­trated, anx­i­ety cases. High school was an oppor­tu­nity for aca­d­e­mic chal­lenge and social growth. School spirit was empha­sized and every­one knew the words to the fight song and alma mater. We had pep ral­lies, bon­fires, ser­vice clubs, assem­blies and field trips that actu­ally boosted our atten­dance and aca­d­e­mic endeav­ors. Dances and sport­ing events were always packed with kids ready to have a good time. It was not “lame.” We also had study hall where kids were expected to … STUDY. What have we done to our schools? Has it made our chil­dren brighter, smarter, more ambi­tious? No. We have destroyed healthy com­pe­ti­tion and joy of dis­cov­ery. We will regret this. No won­der home school­ing is so popular.

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The People of the Sha, a creation myth.

In the begin­ning there was noth­ing. The noth­ing was as far as far, as wide as wide and as deep as deep. It was dark­ness, void … nothing.

Out of the noth­ing, there arose a motion. A swirling in the cen­ter of the void. It grew in tempo and inten­sity; mov­ing out­ward, it undu­lated in the wind­less empti­ness; it became chaos. The noth­ing was emerg­ing into being.

From the cen­ter there was a whis­per; a mur­mur of sound. It spread in all direc­tions — call­ing, beseech­ing. “Tu-tu-tu-pah-sha. Tu-tu-tu-pah-sha.” It became louder as it filled the void with its long­ing. “Tu-tu-tu-pah-sha!”

A speck appeared … tiny, yet glow­ing bright … it grew from the cen­ter until it filled the void with its light. Sear­ing, hot, it grew and grew … the speck became huge as it glowed in the black­ness of the noth­ing. The chaos was still … waiting.

The light began to pulse: boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom. The whis­per returned, became a chant, and the pulse and the chant repeated its call … loud and strong.

Explode (woosh/clap)! The light burst into a mil­lion frag­ments, spread­ing into the dark­ness, fill­ing it with sparkling light that reached deeper than deep, wider than wide, and as far as far — and the largest of all remained in the cen­ter. The Sha was born.

The heav­ens were formed, the plan­ets, the stars and the Milky Way, swirling with the dust from the Sha … the great cen­ter of light.

The dust from the great Sha began to form into order and fell down­ward through the heav­ens, to the place that was still with­out form. It began to turn to droplets of water and became the first rain. The water filled the lower void and swirled and churned in great waves that became salty and pow­er­ful and the waters were as deep as deep.

The dust rained down from Sha once more and fell through the water, and kept falling until a great moun­tain emerged from the depths, and the first dry land was formed. As the First Moun­tain grew, the land spread far and wide and became hills and val­leys. Water ran through the moun­tains and tum­bled over rocks … and the land water was sweet.

The earth was formed of water and land, and the heav­ens were formed of stars and plan­ets. The great Sha looked down at cre­ation. All was good.

After many, many times had passed, the heav­ens and the land became lonely. The whis­per returned from the deep­est of the deep, the widest of the wide and as far as far. It called, “Tu-tu-tu-pah-sha. Tu-tu-tu-pah-sha.” Louder and louder it called … faster and faster the voice echoed through the heav­ens and the earth.

The dust began to rain down again, this time it scat­tered over the land and the sea. From the dust, the first plants and ani­mals appeared. They began to mul­ti­ply and grow until the earth was filled with life. All was good.

After many, many times had passed, the heav­ens, the waters and the land were still lonely. They wanted more. “Tu-tu-tu-pah-sha,” the chant began again. “Tu-tu-tu-pah-sha.” The rhythm returned, fill­ing the heav­ens with sound and fright­en­ing the crea­tures of the land. Boom-boom, boom– boom, boom boom.

The dust rained down from Sha once more … this time swirling, glow­ing in many col­ors. The winds raced as deep as deep and as wide as wide. Through it all could be heard, the boom-boom and the chant, “Tu-tu-tu-pah-sha.” The dust landed on the First Moun­tain, and there it swirled round and round. Out of dust appeared the first man, Tu-pah-sha and the first woman, Tu-tu-pah-sha. All was good.

The first man and woman took care of the land and sea and all of its crea­tures and plants. They learned to hunt and fish, to build shel­ter and to plant and har­vest grains and fruits.They learned to speak and the Sha was proud of them. They cared for each other, but they were alone. They prayed to the Sha … “Please give us more peo­ple to love!”

The Sha shone brightly upon them and began to pulse with rhythm. The light had never been so bright. Tu-pah-sha and Tu-tu-pah-sha began to dance. As they danced the rhythm grew; boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom. They whirled round and round until their forms were with­out shape, but the swirling of dust and col­ors sur­rounded them. The winds raced as far as far and as wide as wide. The crea­tures of the land were fright­ened and the crea­tures of the sea hid in the depths. As the dust began to set­tle, out of the chaos emerged two boys and two girls. The first man and first woman were happy. All was good.

The earth became pop­u­lated with the peo­ple of the Sha. The first chil­dren were given respon­si­bil­i­ties: to be stew­ards of the moun­tains, the low­lands, the forests and the seas. They ruled their peo­ple well and all was good. After many, many times had passed, the chil­dren began to quar­rel. The ruler of the for­est was angry with the ruler of the sea. The ruler of the moun­tains was angry with the ruler of the low­lands. The argu­ments became louder and louder until the ani­mals cow­ered and the first man and woman did not know how to stop them. Their wrath was so great that the broth­ers killed each other in their pas­sion. The first man and woman wept piteous tears and were incon­solable. The Sha became very angry and the dust began to rain down upon the earth until the peo­ple could not see, and the heav­ens were dark­ened. The First Moun­tain began to smoke and burst with fire and hot lava spilled out and spoiled the forests and killed the crea­tures and plants. The peo­ple were not able to escape the fast flow­ing lava and most per­ished. It was not good.

The broth­ers were car­ried up the moun­tain by their anguished par­ents and dropped into the flames of the vol­cano. As they descended through the fire, the Sha brought them back to life and gave them the task of com­mand­ing the under­world for all time. The under­world was cre­ated for the pun­ished dead and to bal­ance anger and unrest on the sur­face by releas­ing the pent up ener­gies of the First Moun­tain. The remain­ing peo­ple of the Sha were fright­ened of the under­world and vowed to live their lives well, so that the wrath of the Sha could be avoided. The Sha took pity on the few remain­ing peo­ple and caused a great rain to fall. It rained for many days and nights, wash­ing away the anger and destruc­tion. When the rains finally stopped, new life began. All was good.

The peo­ple of the Sha lived on the land, they were fruit­ful and mul­ti­plied, enjoy­ing the many gifts that were given to them. The first sis­ters began to care for the peo­ple. They became great heal­ers and were filled with wis­dom, which they shared with the peo­ple. When the first man and first woman died, they rose into the heav­ens and became stars, to watch and guide over the peo­ple. Those who failed in their earthly lives were sent to the under­world to take care of the deep­est parts of the earth and to heal the hurts that the peo­ple caused through their dis­obe­di­ence and bad deeds. When they had spent many years in the ser­vice of the under­world, they were born again to redeem their earthly lives. The peo­ple of the Sha lived as far as far, and as wide as wide, and as deep as deep. All was good.

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Astral Logica, a creation myth …

In the begin­ning there was noth­ing. The Earth was with­out life, spin­ning in the pri­mor­dial dark­ness for all of time … wait­ing, wait­ing. It was struck by mete­orites beyond num­ber, which left behind seeds of some­thing greater to come, some­thing that would one day be brought to fruition by the great trav­el­ers, the gods of the uni­verse. Wait­ing, waiting.

Out of the noth­ing, there came a bright light descend­ing from high above the end­less dark­ness. It moved swiftly, pro­pelled by great flames of myr­iad col­ors. It began to swirl in the cen­ter of the void and grew and grew until it became the sun, the provider of heat and sus­tainer of life. The god of the sun, Solar­itso declared the wait­ing time was over. He ordered his fly­ing ships to cir­cled the Earth that was made ready for change; ready for life. At Solaritso’s com­mand, the sun released a ball of flame that imme­di­ately cooled in the void and became the moon, cir­cling around the devel­op­ing Earth. The sparks from the sun became the stars in the heav­ens and the Milky Way, which looked down on the new planet. One of the ships piloted by the god, Nep­tu­ni­tosi, brought rains and wind which blew across the Earth, spread­ing seeds and pro­vid­ing water which caused the plants to grow, and the rivers to rush over moun­tains and through val­leys. Other gods brought the salty waters of the oceans which lapped the shores of the newly formed lands. Some brought the ani­mals of the ground, and the fishes for the oceans and rivers. The noth­ing was emerg­ing into being. The trav­el­ers, the gods of the uni­verse made it so.

The trav­el­ers were gods who formed many worlds as they cre­ated each uni­verse. They brought life to the plan­ets and reaped the rewards of the riches of the land. They dis­cov­ered gold and sil­ver and gem­stones; they ate of the plants and ani­mals, and wore the rich­ness of fur and leather. The gods were proud of their endeav­ors and boasted of the worlds they cre­ated. They com­peted with each other and vied for the honor of hav­ing made the best world of all. They fought like war­riors and jeal­ously argued their ideas for using the plan­ets. At the begin­ning of time a great Alliance was formed by the trav­el­ing gods in an effort to quell the argu­ments and to pro­vide a struc­ture for main­tain­ing peace among the pow­er­ful beings. The Alliance was headed by Solar­itso, who was the most pow­er­ful and respon­si­ble for the for­ma­tion of the suns, with­out which, new worlds would not have life. Nep­tu­ni­tosi, the sec­ond in com­mand, brought crea­tures to being with his great wind and waters. Plu­tososi was the lesser of the lead­ers, but his calm man­ner gave the Alliance the gift of har­mony. He was also the most secre­tive of the gods, pre­fer­ring to observe the actions and argu­ments of the oth­ers … they never under­stood what he was truly think­ing. Plu­tososi was tol­er­ated because he was favored by Solar­itso. There were other gods who joined in the Alliance, as the great void was huge and had the capac­ity for many pow­er­ful deities to exer­cise their pow­ers of cre­ation on the celes­tial can­vas. The Alliance met at times when plans for new uni­verses were made. The com­bined resources of the Alliance pro­vided fly­ing ships and sup­plies for the sow­ing of new life and for har­vest­ing the riches of the worlds.

On this new planet called Earth, the trav­eler gods cre­ated their most prized of all beings — the first men and first women who were formed in the image of the gods and had many god-like gifts and pow­ers. The human beings pop­u­lated the Earth and shared the bounty of nature with the gods. They worked together with their cre­ators and learned about the his­tory of the uni­verse and the mean­ing of life. All was good, for a time.

The gods began to quar­rel with each other, for each fac­tion wanted to take credit for humankind, the great­est of cre­ation. They rebelled against Solar­itso and his con­trol over the Alliance. Some thought that the humans were too pow­er­ful and too like the gods, and that some­thing must be done to sep­a­rate the peo­ple from the power of the gods. Oth­ers wanted to take the humans to dif­fer­ent plan­ets, to start their own colonies with slaves to mine and work the lands. The pow­er­ful deities of the Alliance argued that the lives they cre­ated were noth­ing more than enter­tain­ment, to be used for the plea­sure of the gods. Solar­itso real­ized that they had reached an impasse and their prob­lems were too great to be solved with diplo­macy. The new worlds had become noth­ing more than a source to feed the greed of the gods. Many argued that the Earth would be the great­est out­post among the uni­verses, so human life should be pre­served only to ser­vice the gods who vis­ited. Plu­tososi, how­ever, was opti­mistic about the humans and wanted to pro­tect them and their Earth. The peo­ple had learned well and were pro­vid­ing plea­sure for all. Plu­tososi pleaded for life on Earth to be left alone. The quar­rel con­tin­ued until the gods deter­mined to go to war.

Unbe­knownst to all but Plu­tososi, Nep­tu­ni­tosi descended to Earth to meet with the humans. He knew that the peo­ple were aware that they had become pawns to the whims of the gods. Their pow­ers were not as great and they would be hurt by the betrayal of their cre­ators. He pro­vided them with a great feast of appease­ment and got them drunk with a potion made of the Milky Way. The drink stripped them of their god-like pow­ers of rea­son­ing. For three days, the humans were lost in their drunken stu­por and when they awoke, they were child­like, con­fused and lost. They looked to the heav­ens and saw great explo­sions of light and streak­ing mete­orites that fell to Earth as the gods warred with each other. They saw fly­ing ships that came close to the land, spew­ing fire and rain­ing hot met­als that killed peo­ple and ani­mals. The ground was scorched and many of the plants died. The peo­ple were fright­ened and con­fused and did not know how to appease the gods which they now feared, so they cried and prayed for help and promised to do what­ever they could to make their gods happy.

The war lasted for many years and the beau­ti­ful Earth lay wasted and spoiled and human life was nearly dec­i­mated. Finally, the lead­ers of the Alliance called for a con­fer­ence, to declare an end to the dev­as­tat­ing war. Plu­tososi pleaded with the Alliance to leave Earth alone so that it could heal itself. Nep­tu­ni­tosi agreed and offered his vote for the Earth to evolve with­out the greed and cru­elty that the gods had inflicted upon it. Solar­itso felt tremen­dous guilt over the destruc­tion of their great­est cre­ation, so he lis­tened to Plu­tososi and con­vinced the oth­ers to agree. The Alliance had many other plan­ets to play with and since Earth was no longer appeal­ing, an agree­ment was struck. The Alliance vowed to leave Earth alone.

The gods found their promise hard to keep. Plu­tososi was curi­ous and vis­ited Earth to sur­vey the dam­age and to see what and who remained. He had always been under­es­ti­mated by the gods, but he knew that humans would appre­ci­ate what he offered. The peo­ple were grate­ful for his love for them and wor­shipped him, promis­ing to work hard and be good in effort to please him. He told them to love each other, to take care of all liv­ing things and to value the gifts that Earth pro­vided. He lay with twelve women, impreg­nat­ing them with his seed. The new gen­er­a­tions would have greater knowl­edge and rea­son­ing skills that came from their demi-god ori­gins. They would learn to take care of the Earth and teach their chil­dren to wor­ship the gods and Plu­tososi in par­tic­u­lar, in all their endeav­ors. Plu­tososi never let the Alliance know of his inter­fer­ence. He felt his actions were jus­ti­fied because of what the gods had done to Earth.

Neptunitosi’s act of alter­ing the humans was even­tu­ally dis­cov­ered and though his moti­va­tion had been to pro­tect them from the betrayal of the gods, he had acted with­out the sup­port of the Alliance. Nep­tu­ni­tosi was pun­ished by being sent to Earth to secretly guard the under­world. He would be respon­si­ble for sus­tain­ing the life energy of all the liv­ing things on the planet. His close­ness to the pri­mor­dial chaos in the Earth’s cen­ter allowed him to con­nect to the source … the con­scious­ness of the liv­ing on the sur­face and the energy of the planet and its rela­tion­ship to the uni­verse. He accepted his fate and was allowed to take a bride to accom­pany him in his exile. He chose Venu­sotita, the god­dess who cre­ated new plant and ani­mal life. He too, couldn’t resist going to the sur­face to look at what remained. He breathed new life into the air, caus­ing rain to replen­ish the plants. Venu­sotita joined him and fash­ioned new ani­mals to pro­vide for the humans and to live along­side them. He felt their actions were jus­ti­fied because of what the gods had done to Earth.

The peo­ple of Earth thrived once more. They repop­u­lated the lands and their inge­nu­ity was bound­less. They built cities, made music and art, and danced in joy as they lived their lives and wor­shipped their gods. Through the teach­ings of Plu­tososi, they real­ized that they lived in love and unity with the uni­verse. They quar­reled at times and caused harm to the planet and other human beings, but they told the sto­ries of the great war in the sky and of the time when they nearly lost all that was good on Earth. This retelling of their story kept the peo­ple from allow­ing their argu­ments too become vio­lent, and reminded them to take care of their planet. The peo­ple cre­ated tech­nol­ogy that had the capa­bil­ity to make their lives bet­ter, to fur­ther knowl­edge, but also had the power to destroy. They strived to live together and to bal­ance the good with the bad. They believed that all of cre­ation came from the same source, the power of the Earth and the great uni­verse, and humans would return to the source after death. Each per­son would have the oppor­tu­nity to live again and to achieve their poten­tial for enlight­en­ment as they jour­neyed through the stages of life.

Solar­itso was the only god who kept his promise to leave Earth and its crea­tures alone, though he often looked down on the planet to see how the the humans fared. He was sus­pi­cious at times, mar­vel­ling at the advances the peo­ple had made. He won­dered if any of the gods were inter­fer­ing, but he remained quiet to keep the the peace. He was very proud of Astral Log­ica, his name for the uni­verse in which Earth, his great­est of all cre­ation evolved. He and the Alliance had other plan­ets to attend to as the trav­eler gods con­tin­ued their devel­op­ment of new worlds.

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Take a chance on yourself!

Stuck where you don't belong


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Let go …

In keep­ing with my “Ruler” arche­type … lead by exam­ple, men­tor, sup­port … a true leader brings out the best in oth­ers. This is my goal. At times, how­ever, I can be impa­tient and then I must remind myself to breathe, let go, and allow the process to unfold as it is meant to unfold. I must heed my own advice! One of my goals is to live more in the moment. There is so much beauty to be expe­ri­enced … rather than being caught up in the next assign­ment, the day’s work and the future, I plan to take in the small moments. It can be sim­ple; the sky, the feel of my cat’s fur, the dog who wants me to throw a ball, the oppor­tu­nity to give my chil­dren a hug. These are the moments that count …

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Be here today …

Some thoughts on liv­ing an inspired life. Some­thing that should be a goal, per­haps, of cre­ative peo­ple. Or peo­ple who want to be creative.

Don’t be the smartest per­son in the room. Hav­ing friends and men­tors that are smarter, more cre­ative, or more suc­cess­ful than you is a way to be inspired sim­ply by hang­ing out with them. If you are not being cre­atively chal­lenged by the peo­ple around you, it can lead to com­pla­cency and artis­tic sloth.

Iden­tify and weed out the peo­ple in your life who seem to delight in tear­ing you down, or min­i­miz­ing your accom­plish­ments. While “yes men” are equally of no value, peo­ple with agen­das to destroy are worse in the long run. It may be hard, it may be really hard, but it is nec­es­sary. Sad, in many cases, but nec­es­sary for YOU.

Extend your realm of influence/influencers. Reach out to those who inspire you by their writ­ing or the pho­tog­ra­phy or their atti­tudes on life. Cre­ate bonds of cre­ativ­ity and true val­ues by grow­ing beyond the local, and to the globe.

Seek out those with dif­fer­ing approaches. Some­times it is in the chal­lenges of our beliefs that forces cre­ativ­ity to the fore. And it is OK to hang out with peo­ple you may dis­agree with on some sub­jects. Uni­for­mity and insu­lated thoughts rarely lead to much more than bor­ing rhetoric and wasted time.

Have an opin­ion. Seri­ously… speak your mind. If you like some­thing your friends do not, don’t down­play your love for it — expound on it. Claim your indi­vid­u­al­ity. Oth­ers who are respect­ful of you being YOU are the ones you want to be around… those who may hold your sin­gu­lar voice against you are not really your friends. Screw com­pro­mise and embrace your unique individuality.

Be HERE today.

Today is a good day for any­thing… make it a good day for you.
Writ­ten by Don Giannatti

what they think of you


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Always a lesson …

People


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Live in the moment …

Express your joy in the lit­tle things!my favorite song


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What path awaits?

Joseph Campbell


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Incomprehensible universe …

That deep emo­tional con­vic­tion of the pres­ence of a supe­rior rea­son­ing power, which is revealed in the incom­pre­hen­si­ble uni­verse, forms my idea of God.
Albert Einstein

patterns in nature

The pat­terns in the nat­ural world … sym­bol­ogy for some­thing greater than humanity …


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Small things …

Be faith­ful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.
Mother Teresa
Little things


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Leap of faith …

leap of faith

Faith is tak­ing the first step even when you don’t see the whole stair­case.
Mar­tin Luther King, Jr.


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There is a higher power that links all living things … this is very touching!

THE ELEPHANT’S JOURNEY TO PAY RESPECT, BUT HOW DID THEY KNOW? Lawrence Anthony,...
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“Maturity must be gained …

… before we humans can do any kind of jus­tice to mat­ters of great­ness.“...
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You never know what you are capable of … until you try.

...
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Plant wisely …

What kind of tapes do you play inside your mind? Are they happy and pos­i­tive, or are...
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We will regret this …

Hmm­m­m­m­m­m­mmm? Who remem­bers the days in ele­men­tary school when we had...
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The People of the Sha, a creation myth.

In the begin­ning there was noth­ing. The noth­ing was as far as far, as wide as wide...
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Astral Logica, a creation myth …

In the begin­ning there was noth­ing. The Earth was with­out life, spin­ning in the...
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Take a chance on yourself!

...
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Let go …

In keep­ing with my “Ruler” arche­type … lead by exam­ple, men­tor, sup­port … a true...
article post

Be here today …

Some thoughts on liv­ing an inspired life. Some­thing that should be a goal, per­haps,...
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Always a lesson …

...
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Live in the moment …

Express your joy in the lit­tle...
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What path awaits?

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Incomprehensible universe …

That deep emo­tional con­vic­tion of the pres­ence of a supe­rior rea­son­ing power,...
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Small things …

Be faith­ful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies. Mother...
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Leap of faith …

Faith is tak­ing the first step even when you don’t see the whole stair­case. Mar­tin...
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