Tag Archives: love
Three Months: Right on Schedule
Cloe Shows Up in Susan’s Dream Tuesday Morning Incredible as it seems, Cloe has finally visited Susan in a lucid dream. Her fur was whiter, and she had both eyes again. Cloe spoke directly to Susan’s mind and said, “I’m … Continue reading
New Channelling through Fenella Rundell (III)
August 2021: Living in the Material World Infinite reality is being in the moment. It brings the freedom to flow with the impulses in the air. Time is immaterial for all is now as the dance of energies swirl with … Continue reading
Meet the Man who Built the Orange Wave in Canada
Jack Layton (July 18, 1950 – August 22, 2011) In the words of Joni Mitchell’s Big Yellow Taxi: “You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone.” Jack Layton died ten years ago this week. It was the only time … Continue reading
How Disease Kills Us
According to Phineas Parkhurst Quimby Let us go back to 1860, a time when one man decided to revolutionize the way we deal with disease and death. His knowledge was based on his overcoming consumption (what we now call tuberculosis). … Continue reading
We are One with All Creation
My Octopus Teacher (2020) As a documentary, this little film is perfect. From our usual limited perspective (meaning, on dry land), we presume to be the Masters of the Universe. But, underwater, we are just observers, normally. Welcome to a … Continue reading
If at First You Don’t Succeed, Try, Try Again
The Legacy of Liz and Dick While the world was focused on The King and Ann-Margret, I was enchanted by this couple. I had seen them in “Cleopatra” and I could tell, even at age 14 (when I saw the … Continue reading
Checking This Pilgrim’s Progress: a Wheat or a Tare*?
The Harvest David Wilcock is back on track, folks. He’s re-focused on the omnipresent Harvest of souls. Which means, for me, that the world is right again, and we’re on schedule for our Ascension. They say one picture is worth … Continue reading
A Poem about Love from 1967
Love in the Rain Wind rustling through the trees, Water trickling down the eaves, Rain pattering on the roof: Their sounds are so aloof. . I feel you close to me, Though your eyes I cannot see; Your lips are … Continue reading
“He’s Probably Tired of His Own Singing…”
Eyes That See In The Dark (1983) You’re not meant to be aloneI’ll share your dreamI’ll show you love you’ve never knownTwo flames together in the deep of the night I’m up in your loveClose by you when you callI’ll … Continue reading
