Risky

 Love is risky.

We love then we grieve.

We live.

Nothing stops us.  

We endure.

More than memories.  Part of life.

Love never dies.

Cheeky

 Self control.

The darkside wants to bait us.  If we give way to anger and fly off the handle, we abandon Light and become like the enemy.

Yes, hate what is evil and love what is good.  It doesn't mean cower and let yourself be overrun.  

We have a right to self defense.  

Don't fly off the handle.  They want to get your goat.

Get theirs.

Counter and win over them.

May it be so this Tuesday.

March

 Years ago, there were about a dozen kids marching in a row down the street.  They were led by an adult.  Hup 2, 3, 4 etc and he halted them.

I've noticed what seems to be preparation for organization that seems to be evidencing now.

Prep for what?

Also, socially there seems to be a tendency to irresponsibility, including rather rough behavior.

People are taught or perhaps untaught to avoid or embrace specific behavior.

I leave it to you all to figure it out and to prepare.

Prepare by being responsible to family, selves and others.

Care.

Corrigan

 

“Wrong Way Corrigan” refers to American aviator Douglas Corrigan, who in July 1938 filed a flight plan from New York to California but instead flew across the Atlantic and landed in Dublin, claiming he misread his compass.

Zigging when we should be zagging.

We've all done it.  We go on.

I try, though fail at times, to cease reflecting on the past.  And perhaps it's good to review to keep on course.

Now, Corrigan might have made his ride on purpose, having been denied a transatlantic flight plan.

Still, we get the picture.

With a birthday looming, I'm preparing to go ahead with plans re books and other projects.  Now is the time.

The method and maintenance are ahead.  And most important, I refuse to get in my own way ever again.

Call it let go and let God or whatever, just do not stop.

I'll post when things are officially underway.

See you on the other side.

Angel Encounters

 There are different kinds of angels and they have different purposes.  That's standard angelology.

There are the Heavenly Hosts.  And there are more down to earth angels.

I believe there are actual spiritual beings but also those of the flesh.

There are people who do heavenly things, though they might be obscure or at least small, even fleeting.

I was just reflecting on some encounters as I meditated and ruminated.

One time, I was about to move literally to another location and into another phase of my life.  I was more wondering than nervous.

I gave thought as I did my laundry at a nearby laundromat.

It was evening, twilight, and no one else was there, except for one guy.

We started talking about my circumstances and he encouraged me to go forth.  I would see and do what i would.  

He bolstered me and the odd thing was he didn't seem to be tending a load.  He just casually sat and calmly talked.

He bade me farewell and as I left I turned and he seemed to disappear.

Another time, I was on a lonely country road, hitchhiking.

The weather was getting stormy, the intensity increased.

Wind was whipping and the clouds darkened.

I prayed for a ride before it broke.

A car appeared down the road.  It was just a plain old sedan.  The driver stopped and said to get in.  He also said don't touch anything.

The storm immediately broke.  It was torrential, one couldn't see and the atmosphere was black and green.

The car rocked and lightning danced across the hood.

It was over quickly but seemed forever.

We continued down the road.

I tripped and fell on a jagged piece of sidewalk downtown.

Down I went, injuring my right knee and scrapping my leg.

I yelled in surprise and shock.

There was not a single person near. But suddenly, 

I heard a guy's voice ask if I was ok.  A hand reached down and pulled me straight up, effortlessly.

A tall thin young man stood there and had concern in his face.

I said I'd make it now and he smiled and said good.

On he went and I could see him down the street.

Another time of reflection and trial was closing in on me.  We lived in a strange place full of spiritual/psychic impulse.

A man was going door to door, saw me and said 'hey brother!'

He was dressed casually with a cap.

I said hi and continued on my way.  On the way back, he was still there, seemingly going door to door.

He encouraged me to carry on.

Saw him again when one day on the bus, I look across the street. There he was, dressed the same in a small group ready to cross.  He looked sideways so I could see who it was.

I looked round the corner then back.  He was gone.  Disappeared.   There was not enough time for him to have walked away.  He was gone.

Now, the common thread here is the feeling imbued.

Calm, reassurance, even peace.  Fortitude.  Comfort.

No fear, even in a storm.

I've had many more encounters.

I can only tell you they are real and God sent.

Ai Yi Yi

 Lotta pro and con for all this internet ai stuff.  Some is fantastic and I'm not saying that's wrong.  But I suggest one examines all the facets.

As you dig, remember that ai is a tool.  Tools are used for weal or woe.

Be choosy and tell the truth.

About Face

 Turncoats.  Switch colors.  Benedict Arnolds.

There are many reasons.

Some are moles, pretending the whole time til the time is right.

Some hope, are hangers on, thinking they might share unearned credit.

Some just don't get what's going on and see things in a warped way.  They oppose because their vision is limited.

Of course, there is always bribery, blackmail, threats.

Liars hope a lie told enough seems to be the truth.  We are supposed to join the unhappy throng.  They want to do our thinking for us.

We must think for ourselves and dig evidence.

We must look at the whole picture.

Eyes open, neck on swivel, watch six.

Say one thing, do one thing.