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In the darkness of night a distant thunder warns of a storm coming, but I walk on. The thunderous rumble and the violent lighting blinding to the silent whisper of a voice saying it is time, but I walk on. A thief in the night takes what is loved and gives birth and death in one moment, but I walk on.
I waken to an empty dawn absent of life, legs heavy and tired walking in the muddied muck from my tears, but I walk on. My heart is dead, no longer beating my soul is paralyzed to the aboulia of a spirit without a living heart, but I walk on.
Confused and spinning dizzy in the vertigo of anger I fall to the cold ground of loneliness curled in the fetal position of lost hope, when a silent whisper of truth says walk with me. Lifted with the truth of love, I walk on.
Holding a brothers hand.
Doug
Its hard to share your heart between a two and a half minute song, but ill try.
Today i spent my time with a beautiful polecat..time up.. here we go again. We danced our dance like we always do we went to Lowe’s walmart… time up.. I flipped her tit at each opportunity, and she told me to slow down at ever one of my stops, but we carried on as we have for 40 years….. time up.. I watched her shop and she watched me look confused, i watched women going through clothing like a nuclear scientist…times up.. There was no detail they missed and you knew it was serious business there would be no melt down with the diligence of there effort, but..time up… they seem to respect all that each other felt, they had a common understanding … time up…sorry had to pee.
I began to think about the difference between men and woman, and wondering if we will ever combine what is beautiful …time up…in both of us. Most men i know wouldn’t give a crap if a shirts on sale if its the one they liked they would buy it if they can afford it, but if you step in front of them to take a shirt they cant afford..time up.. there is gonna be a problem, but if you cant afford to buy a shirt for your kid they might just buy it for them.
Women on..time up.. the other hand seem to dance in a respect that is not seen by men tell we need each other.. time up.. They’re like little warriors out there, but with a common understanding, and men are like a Venice fly trap, just wanting to look pretty till you touch us.
…. time up… I my not liking what im saying, I my not even understand what im saying, but i know TIME IS NOT UP.
LOVE ALWAYS
There is a reason you frown when you cry, there is a reason for the flow of pain, there is a reason that your tears flow from your smile.
love always
MC says: man feels the cold breeze of march and remembers spring, cats feel the cool breeze of march, and remembers winter.
If you soak a cat in starch is he a statue or just a stiff cat?
Dam cat
There is a dance that starts with your birth, and it starts so perfect, and it ends with your last breath, and it ends so perfect. The steps in between are yours to take, and you can let man tell you how they should feel, or you can let your heart.. either way your loved.. but the cool part is you dont have to die to know it, you just have to beat the shit out of your mind.
Doug
I have stayed away from this subject cause i know it would hurt someone i love, but i cant be me without being honest.
The dance starts before your birth before your first breath. The dance starts with the first thought of you by God, and never ends by him or all that love you.
DOUG
I LOOOOOVE that song Geo! Got to get it on my ipod!
Memory is such an amazing part of man. I woke up this morning with a 50 year old memory and it put a smile on my face. Our ability to store, retain, and recall is barely understood. There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason as to what each of us chooses to remember or what we leave lost to our subconscious, but we are all aware of how each of us act different based on what we have chosen to retain.
When Andy Cliff and I were little boys my father suddenly requested our presents, and as the three of us stood in front of him with arms at our side like little soldiers he said I have three words I want all three of you boys to remember for the rest of your life, then he looked at each one of slowly and said “can you do that?” each of us bobbed our heads up and down acknowledging that we could, and each of us thought the other ones wouldn’t.
What we didn’t know at the time was that Dad had been reading an article on having a health septic system, and it told him of a product that he could buy to put down the drains and maintain a good bacteria in the sewage, so to this day if you want to know what that product is just remember these three words.
Diamond Crystal Redout
My message is, how powerful are all the things we hold in our mind, good, bad, true, false, worthless, or is there always something good to come from each memory. I believe there is no thought, no memory, no moment that you can’t find good in eventually if you use your heart to recall them, and the beautiful part is when your mind no long can your heart still will.
Love always
Since i wrote that comment i have been advised that the purpose of Diamond crystal Redout is to remove rust from the water supply, not the septic, so as you can see im so glad that the three words were not “Repent you Sinner”.. cause i would have woke up 50 years later with a frown instead of a smile.
love the truth
ITS ALL GOOD.. it really is.
Doug
Cliff use to call me emotional just to poke my piss off button, so today i took an online sensitivity test, and i scored as highly sensitive, which piss me off till i ask myself how sensitive is God…nah nah nah Cliff.
MOM always liked me best…
love Doug
18He replied, “I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven. 19I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you. 20However, do not rejoice that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven.”
Whats he saying? THE DEVILS ass has been whopped, you can walk on all the varmints cause your above them, and stand above the minds of all mankind, however dont feel like your a bad ass, till you feel the love of your heart like God dose..
Just me and how i read this stuff.
READ ME THE TRUTH.
dOUG
over the last year ive talked a lot like JESUS. Ive sent messages in riddles, rhythms, and been metaphorical, but he was one smart son of a bitch because he new there was no way we could understand what gift he gave us in our mind so he left it in our hearts.
love doug
MC SAYS: You can scratch the dirt to bury your crap, you can climb a tree to avoid those that want to make you there crap, or you can find your master and lay in his lap.
All cats look siamese if you shave them..razor in hand.
Dam cat
The tenderness of man is welded within the steel of 2000 years of lies, but melted in a moment of truth in his heart.
love Doug
I suppose some of you wonder if i piss God or Jesus off with me calling JC a son of a bitch or saying God dam it. What you can know is i have already fallen to my knees and God knows it, but im talking to you in the only mind you know till you feel your heart, then my words wont matter.
love doug
Its been fun ain’t it kids, we have danced a crazy dance, and i have showed you a part of me that i probably would have never let anyone see, but we walked on together. I started a journey with the words”What the hell was you thinking God!”, i would have loved to put your dads bony ass on the shelve and live my life like i have for 60 years, but i promised to look deeper into a love i saw in a brothers eyes, and i dont break promises easy.
This year has been one of the best, and worst of my life. I have gone to the depth of my anger, and cried in a pitiful need, and i still walk on, as you do. I screamed and yelled, I laughed, and was amused, but my eye was always on his, and at the end of all my hearts thoughts i found love, and not in my mind but in my heart, and it was not his eyes he wanted me to see, but my own, and they saw my heart.
“:Its been fun ain’t it kids”; The answer your Dad would want to hear is YES.
He knew my piss off button, but he left with my love button on high, as he did with you.
Love Uncle Doug
My last thought will be for my kids. You will raise your kids, and they will have kids, and they will be your babies as will all of the babies of the ones you love.
Doug
sweet babies dance in swirls of light
old men rock to the moves of years
sweet babies twirl in there dance
and the confusion is without end
sweet babies dance in illusions
laughing at truth as they choak
sweet babies paint the floor
on bloodied knees but dance
but dance, but dance.
maybe i should start interpreting biblical scriptures, cause i think most of your preachers got it screwed up… what do you think?
Doug
I love you so much Uncle Doug. I love when you recall the memories of growing up. I can just see Grandpa standing there in front of all of you with something very important to say and you knew it required your utmost attention. I can picture the three of you as boys…hair slicked back, white t-shirts, blue jeans, black belts, pant legs rolled above your boot like shoes and maybe even a pack of cigs rolled up in your sleeve? My Dad would always say that his favorite movie was Stand By Me because it reminded him of his life growing up with you. You and Andy could really piss him off you know, but when he spoke of you his eyes lit up and he looked like a little boy. I loved going to Grandma’s house every Saturday. It was what us kids looked forward to all week. Mom and Dad would splurge every now and then to stop at McDonalds on our way. Grandma and Grandpa would have an array of treats. Mixed nuts, M&M’s, dry roasted peanuts and the 7up!! You, Dad and Andy would play cards and pick on each other while Grandpa sat back with his arms folded over his big belly and just watch. I sure do miss those days.
It is funny how we pass along to our children those wonderful traditions. My Abby LOVES when we are going to Grandma’s house where the cookie jar is always full and the love is unconditional.
Romans 6:23 (New International Version)
23For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in[a] Christ Jesus our Lord.
Now this is a good one, if i got it right the wages of sin is death, but i was forgiven for all sin through grace, so therefore i have eternal life already, and i will never die. PRETTY COOL , HUH?
LOVE dOUG….FOREVER AND EVER
ps when I say I , I mean you TO.
I have been trying to put together a thought I have about this shedding of our clay shell. This thing we call death. The thing that makes us grieve, cry, and wale in self-pity, and I ask myself why? Don’t we all believe we are going to a better place, and shouldn’t we be happy that the ones we love have gone there?
I came to the conclusion that we grieve the absents of the ones we love because of our human perception of the time we will be apart. Could it be a minute to God is a thousand years to us?
I began to play out a story in my mind that would help me relate to what my heart tells me is true.
My story begins with a phone call from my father, and he says” Hey Doug, we are putting together a great celebration for you. It’s going to be held in this beautiful garden and every gift you can imagine will be there for you. Don’t even worry about changing your clothes because everything will be provided. If you don’t mind we would like you to come early, and tell Cindy we will call her in a little bit when thing are ready for her.
So I turn to Cindy and I said “hey babe, Dads got some big shindig going on to celebrate my birth and he wants me to come early if you don’t mind, he said to tell you we would call you when we are all set up for you”, “would you mind letting everyone else know that we will call when we are ready?” And Cindy said “You go ahead hon., and ill let everyone know that you will call, “I’m so excited for you”, and I said “I am sorry for leaving you with all the work you have to do, but you’ll be with me soon, I love you.”
When I got to the celebration Dad was waiting in a palace by the garden, and he said “How’s Cindy and the rest of the kids”, and I said “they are just great and all excited about when they get to come”, and he said “Soon son, soon”
LOVE DOUG
MC SAYS: I have a story too, one day a great cat climbed the mountain of catinia, his name was Mouses as he returned he had two tablets, one made of dog bone, and the other of catnip, as he spread his paws he said let it be known you will live by the laws of my tablets you will have theses commandment’s.
#1 love mankind, eat everything else.
How much holly water dose it take to drown a cat!
Dam cat
Love the story about how you imagine heaven will be, Doug. We aren’t told a lot of specifics about what to expect. I think that’s one reason God gave us imaginations – so that we can kind of fill in the blanks about the things He finds impossible to explain to our little finite minds.
My husband Jim passed away in 1999. Shortly before he died, he found me crying, dreading the thought of facing life without him. The years loomed large and lonely in my mind. However, Jim sat down beside me and comforted me by reminding me that, in the light of eternity, none of us have much time on this earth, and that, in the blink of an eye, I would soon be following. It helped so much to think of it in that way.
One of my favorite writers, CS Lewis, speaks of heaven as a holiday by the sea. He makes the point that some will go on earlier than others, but it’s rather like a delightful holiday that we all look forward to taking someday. Very much like the celebration you described. Kind of puts it all in perspective, doesn’t it!?
Even a cat can climb a great mountain, but only man can see over its top. So many live by the laws of God, but few feel the love of God. As you judge yourself and others by the ten commandments of your life ask yourself how many did you break bent or lie to yourself about. As you ask yourself did God hear my prayers for forgiveness, and feel the truth of them, as you get on your knees cause your not sure, and you pray again and again i laugh at your foolish attempt to feel a god that wants you to stand so he can hold you as he drops to his knees to wash your feet.
You will never be better than any man that has ever walked this earth then Jesus, but you are as perfect as he is.
love Doug
Connie, the love story of Jim is not in the future nor in the past it is in your heart, and a moment away. We either die a death or live in the everlasting and it begins when we know that, and we dont die a death, because we are without sin, forgiven in everlasting grace.
Doug
Over this past year i have told you over and over that i began without fear and i would end my journey without fear, but i must tell you i have walked in some pretty dark spots and questioned my own sanity, but i held one hand that took me beyond all the crazy of my mind, and it was the belief that i was guided by a God that only loves.
As we walk in a world that popes need 3000 more exorcist, and a president needs to allocate funds to fight religious fanatics we need to ask ourselves, when will we realize that we are all loved equally.
I am too old to know what sword to raise other then the one of love.
Doug
LETTER TO A WOULD-BE TERRORIST
We will all die soon enough. Why not take the short time we have on this delicate planet and figure out some really interesting things we might do together? I promise you, God would be happier. So many people are always trying to speak for God – I know it is a very dangerous thing to do. I tried my whole life not to do it. But this one time is an exception. Because there are so many people crying and scarred and confused and complicated and exhausted right now – it is as if we have all had a giant simultaneous break-down. I beg you, as your distant Arab cousin, as your American neighbor, listen to me. Our hearts are broken, as yours may also feel broken in some ways we can’t understand, unless you tell us in words. Killing people won’t tell us. We can’t read that message. Find another way to live. Don’t expect others to be like you. Read Rumi. Read Arabic poetry. Poetry humanizes us in a way that news, or even religion, has a harder time doing. A great Arab scholar, Dr. Salma Jayyusi, said, “If we read one another, we won’t kill one another.” Read American poetry. Plant mint. Find a friend who is so different from you, you can’t believe how much you have in common. Love them. Let them love you. Surprise people in gentle ways, as friends do. The rest of us will try harder too. Make our family proud.
naomi shihab nye
ps.. Ive always liked that name Naomi.. what do yah think SARAH, good girls name? just sayin
Over the last 60 years I cant really say ive ever had what i would call a girl (female) friend with the exception of one, i have had many acquaintances and people i call friends, but i closely regard the true term i give to friend, and my one friend that is female killed herself last week, and i ask myself how good of a friend was I.
Good bye Barb, dance kid in the heart you never felt…
Doug
What a W/E, Fri night a phone call telling me a beautiful person took her life, a night in confusion, a morning with my buddy as we did what we do, an afternoon with the rootbeer of my heart, then a son returning home from his love, and we walk on.
There is no purpose to this life other then to spread what love you can to any that listen before you are gone.
ROOTBEER will dance in what he is taught, and if he is taught to trust his mind then he will never feel his heart, but if he is taught to feel his heart then he will smell to beauty of the tomato vine as beautiful he dose the rose vine.
love grandpaw
I am almost tired of this life. WHAT ARE WE HERE FOR. I know we are given a desire to live, to survive, but why? if you believe in everlasting eternity of your spirit, then dont you have to believe that this life is a spit in the ocean of it. So why do we want to live in it?
Your mind will tell you its the only place i can live, but your heart tells you that youll live forever, but your mind tells you not to believe your heart.
MY HEART TELLS ME MY purpose is to tell others that they will never die, and to know that when they know that they will live with one heart.
crazy huh.. until you can explain the throbbing truth you hear coming from your heart dont deny your ears.
love Doug
There is a dance in my mind tonight that doesn’t understand my Barbie, but there is a rythem in my heart that hears hers.
Doug
Part of my day today was to visit my mother-in-law AT THE NURSING HOME, and i tried to be encouraging, but i only encouraged her pain no matter what I said. If i brought up old memories they just hurt her, and if i talked about the life of today that hurt her to, and i knew there was no where for me to go, but to tell her that memories of her mind are the treasures of our life, but i so much wanted to tell her that the treasures of her life was in her heart, but i knew that her religious beliefs wouldn’t hear me.
love always
WHAT TAKES A GIRL INTO THE COLD MARCH WATERS OF DISPAIR?
The brilliant light on a new dawn walks in the life of confusion, and crawls with a heart of kindness begging to be heard, but denied over and over. The courage of years weaken by trials unfulfilled, till the whimper of a moment said goodbye.
It is not the prose or the poetry i send to you BARBIE, but the love of my heart.
Doug
I dont want to live in my mind, but i cant always find my heart, so where do i go?
What i know is there is no one here going to tell me. MAYBE theres no one that can tell me.
My last thought will be for my one girlfriend. The distance between our hearts is closed now. It is sealed with the truth of love, and felt by the oneness we couldnt know, I wll soar with you and all that i love.
DOUG
As i try and understand the metanoia of truly feeling what my mind dosent understand I began to realise that i must literally know that my heart can feel what is within me, and when my mind knows that then i can truly feel what God left within us to know.
“Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.”
As i read this i ask my self is the stars at hand, can i touch the moon, or lay on the sun, so what is in the reach of my hand? And the answer was all of me.. within me is the kingdom of God.
love Doug
I ask a friend tonight, “what to you think would let a 63 year old woman walk into the frigid waters of a lake on a cold march day till she sank beneath them”, and she said depression, i left a silence between us, and she said deep depression, and i thought her reaction to my question was a reaction from her mind. A clinical diagnosis of a hopeless mind, and i thought her mind had not seen the reason, it only felt the result.
There is no doubt in my mind that Barbie lost all belief that she was loved, or ever would be. She didnt understand how much she was loved till she dipped beneath her muddy waters.
what is our purpose? what is my purpose? whats your purpose?
It is to tell everyone you can that they walk on the top of muddy waters be cause they are loved as you are. Don’t tell them they are loved “if” “when” “after” “maybe” “till”, but because of Jesus.
love Doug
There is a vision in my mind as i see her sweet face dip beneath the cold waters with her blond hair flowing behind her, but there is a also a more beautiful picture of the peace she feels as she was held in the arms of God. As she knows the truth that was in her for 63 years.
love you Barbie
MC SAYS: HAPPINESS is found in the the desires of your mind, the nature of your being, the instinct of or heart. You cant deny it, or change it. Only my master thinks there is more, and for some God forsakin reason i want to sit in his lap.
Im mailing this dam cat to Steve for a double barrel funeral.
DAM CAT
There is a happiness we all seek, and it is a desire that is within us. We know we deserve it, and if we deny it we grow weaker by its need. The instinct of man is to love, and to be loved, but when his mind dont feel it his instinct is to hurt, and justify it, so he says you are not as good as me, and some are beaten into that belief, but i am here to tell you that you are loved beyond all that man can tell you, forever.
love DOUG
I think there is a dance in me that will be with me for awhile. I thought it was about gone, and i thought i could live in the mind i always knew, but as i cried tears on march waters i relized that a 60 year old mind is no competition for a single heartbeat of truth.
love Doug
THOUGHT IT WAS ABOUT GONE
my last thought will be for all the Barbie girls that walk into the cold waters of despair, all those that walk this life not knowing there loved, all those that have millions of us walk by them not telling them there ok, there as good as anyone, and loved as much as anyone can be.
MY LAST THOUGHT WILL BE FOR ALL THE barbie girls that each of us close our eyes TO NEVER see as we walk in our righteous minds.
DOUG
there is a hurt in me that will be with me all this week till i stand at her grave site sat. Aint that crazy… i know there will be nothing there, and if she feels me at all it is know, but i live in a mans mind.
Doug
There are not many people in my life that i put in my bag that i saw this in them…. kind, caring, compassionate, considerate, thoughtful ,understanding, tender, loving, and giving, but even with all those things i saw in her, she walked into freezing waters, alone.. I REALLY DONT UNDERSTAND.
or maybe i understand more then i want to.
There is a song between death and life that our minds hears, and our minds dance with arms wrapped in death embraced with the love of all that our minds can know, a slow dance that leaves us wanting, but our hearts only dance to its rythem of life a happy dance that feels the truth of forever, and laughs in the said face of conquered death.
love Doug
Doug,
I love you. I like to think your Barbie is happier now where ever she is.
12″I have much more to say to you, more than you can now bear. 13But when he, the Spirit of truth, comes, he will guide you into all truth. He will not speak on his own; he will speak only what he hears, and he will tell you what is yet to come. 14He will bring glory to me by taking from what is mine and making it known to you. 15All that belongs to the Father is mine. That is why I said the Spirit will take from what is mine and make it known to you.
16″In a little while you will see me no more, and then after a little while you will see me.”
What dose that mean to you? To me it means that Jesus has a whole lot more he wants to say to us, but he knows your mind cant bear it, so hes sending this other dude, the counselor (The Holy spirit) to live within us, but he ain’t got crap to say to you till you know him, then he will tell you what is yet to come, (wow there is more to come?). Sounds like i get to know all that Jesus knows, all that the father knows, so has it been a little while? IM STARTING TO THINK SO.
I guess what im saying is there is no gospel by the Holly Spirit( the counselor) so this “much more to say, this “what is yet to come” is within each of us to know when we speak to the counselor. HUM
LOVE DOUG
25Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; 26and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?”
Wow now thats a good one! To me what that is saying is that this clay shell will turn to dust and die, but if i believe in God then i will continue to live, but if i am still alive when he returns then i will never die, but either way as long as my heart feels the love of god i wont die,, but the only way i can live and not die is to be alive when he returns, either way its cool with me.
love Doug
How long will we separate ourselves thinking only our bibles our church our religion, our special beliefs within our mind will take us to heaven before we realize that it is within us to know when we love as jesus loved. I dont believe anyone is going to hell, but i believe many will die.
24″I tell you the truth, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be condemned; he has crossed over from death to life.
I feel uncomfortable using scripture to say that JESUS ONLY WANTS YOU TO LOVE, BUT THERE IS A BELIEF IN ME, THAT THERE IS MUCH MORE TO KNOW, MUCH MORE TO COME, and i feel like i have only scratched the surface.
love always
He even said ” do you believe this”, he knew your bony ass couldnt believe even after all the crap he showed us, so he put a ghost in our hearts, but man has told you for 2000 years not to listen to it, but only to your mind, so you have developed a very elaborate understanding of God that doesn’t include everyone., and therefore you live beneath the life everlasting, as do i, but im trying to feel it.
love always
YOU MAY SEE ME AS CRAZY, as dose a part of me, but there is another part that knows, that believes, that we have been lied to by man for 2000 years.
IM NOT TRYING TO SHOW YOU AN EASY WAY OUT OF THIS LIFE, but an easy way into it. IM TRYING TO SAY YOU CAN LAY IN DEATH OR LIVE IN LIFE.
is that more then you can bear?
love always
MC SAYS: Cats use every sense of there body to find and devour anything they can eat, as dose man, but man knows he can love all that he eats, but chooses to eat as i do. IT IS THE PART OF MAN THAT LOVES, that i curl in the lap of.
If you paint a cat green can you send him to irland postage free today?
Dam cat
it all really comes down to this dont it.
4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
LOVE NEVER FAILS
But you will never find any of that in your mind. Youll only find the phony words of it TILL you hear the counselor.
love Doug
i started this journey to understand what i saw in a brothers eyes, and there is a part of me that thinks i am standing shoulder to shoulder, and may be putting an elbow in his chest as i lick for the finish line, but only Cliff would know what that means.
love ya bro
Is it by chance that i didnt hardly misspell a word tonight, or did i get help?
Doug
If you wont talk to me then ll talk to you, you live in 2010, 2009 years after what JESUS died for you to know what he died for. YOU SAY I READ THE BIBLE, i know what he died for, but you live in your mind. A place of death. a place so screwed up by man that we kill each other over it, but you justify it with words like tolerance, justification, glorifying obeidiance, and even love, and feel good as you die, but you die, because you dont feel the love of Jesus, in your heart, just in your mind.
Its not all bad cause he love you anyway, but you can know his love, when you stop living in your mind… crazy huh .. is that more then you can bare?
love Doug
I believe i can whisper in Gods ear with a beat of my heart with my eyes closed, before you can shout at him with your eyes open.
Doug
I aint nothing special, but my counciler says listen up.
Do you believe that?
Doug
IS barbie going to HELL CAUSE SHE had no hope, what dose your preacher tell you.
Thessalonians 1 :4
13Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope. 14We believe that Jesus died and rose again and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 15According to the Lord’s own word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left till the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep.
MINE TELLS ME she was always loved, and only man let her think otherwise.
She will be in heaven before our bony asses.
love Doug
OK, before your bony ass might be a stretch, because there is a part of me that thinks she must know God and i cant tell you if she dose, but i know she will because he will reveal to all of us his truth, but she might have to wait on him to do that if she didnt in life, and wait on it in death as she sleeps.
dont believe your lies, read the words without fear.
Doug
YOU gotta really ask yourself what dose this mean, ask your heart.
12″I have much more to say to you, more than you can now bear. 13But when he, the Spirit of truth, comes, he will guide you into all truth. He will not speak on his own; he will speak only what he hears, and he will tell you what is yet to come. 14He will bring glory to me by taking from what is mine and making it known to you. 15All that belongs to the Father is mine. That is why I said the Spirit will take from what is mine and make it known to you.
when the spirit of truth comes, the whisper in your heart.
love Doug
HE WONT SPEAK ON HIS OWN, wow i speak a lot of shit, but he wants you to speak to the truth you hear in your heart, not the lies of your mind.
love Doug
How many scriptures have you read with fear. How many do you think God sent his boy for you to hear….. clear your mind read with your heart, and start everything believing in a God of unconditional, limitless, and equal love.
IT IS WHERE HE STARTS
LOVE DOUG
And with Jesus it was finished. believe it.
love
I will set there tomorrow for my Barbie girl and see people cry for there loss i will see people that will feel she is in Hell because of her method of demise, and i will listen to a preacher talk of a GODS LOVE, but not include her in it, but she will have a heart there that knows the truth, and she will know it.
Doug
The dance i do is no longer for my own enlightenment, or for my own encouragement, but for yours.
DOUG
my last thought will be fore the bible readers. The ones that read them and then listen to a man to tell them what they read. the ones that thought they read something else but gave the truth away to a man. the ones that dance in a mans mind instead of there own heart. the ones that listen to the confusion of there mind instead of the truth of the counselor of their heart.
love the truth
DOUG
Thankyou grace and peace
Doug, I’ve spent the last several minutes reading and enjoying your words and I felt drawn to respond. I want you to know how sorry I am for the pain I know you experienced when Barbara severed her attachment to her human body and returned to spirit. Even the most enlightened cannot help but feel the pain of loss when somone close leaves this plane for the next.
In June of last year, my youngest son was hard at work one beautiful sunny morning when without warning he took one step forward, out of this life and into the next. Determined by the experts to be heatstroke, he left behind two beautiful children and a loving wife, who along with my husband, his siblings and myself, have chosen to remember the gift of his presence in our lives with thankfulness and celebration rather than with grief.
That first night, after his body was found, I lay in bed and spoke to him, telling him how much I loved him and that I understood his decision to leave this life — though, really, I did not — and letting him know how grateful I was that of all the potential mothers in the world, he had chosen to be born to me.
The next morning, another brief conversation ensued before I moved my feet from bed to floor to begin another day. And soon such night and morning conversations became my habit, a time I began to look to as sacred, a moment of private communing before ending or starting each day.
Each of these conversations, I must add, was one sided. I simply put into words the feelings of my heart and spoke them into the silence of my solitude. But then one morning, as I awoke and remembered once again that the son who had been so physically human to me such a short time before could no longer be touched, or held or hugged, I began to cry. “Oh, Baby Boy,” I spoke aloud into the dark and quiet room, “I miss you so.”
And then as clearly as could possibly be, I heard his voice respond. “I don’t know why,” he said, his tone as dry as dust but lined with mirth. “You talk to me now more than you ever did.”
And still, though nearly a year has passed since that morning I laugh each time I remember those blunt words. I laugh because at the time I thought it was funny and true, and I still do. But I laugh even more because it was to me all the delicously wonderful proof I needed that my son had not left me, but was with me still.
A poem called “Death Is Nothing At All” was sent to me not long after his death. It has become a favorite, and I thought it might become the same for you.
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Whatever we were to each, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used to.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be the household word
it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was;
there is absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of your mind
because I am out of your sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near just around the corner…
All is well. Nothing is past, nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before,
only better, infinitely happier
and forever we will be one together.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Henry Scott Holland 1847-1918
I wish you thoughts of love and peace and knowing all is well each time your mind brings Barbara’s presence back to you as it most surely will. And I wish, too, that you might find the laughter and the joy that comes in knowing we are never away from those we love for we are, now and forever, all One.
May you be blessed as I have been blessed by you.
Kate Nowak
Thank you Kate, your words where consoling and the poem is reassuring and comforting.
Doug