We moved here 4 years ago from NYC and just love it. Where are you now?
And, with the world being so small we can hold it in our hands and embrace it with love. Love hearing from you. Rita
Good morning... I'm visiting family in Kealakakua for a few weeks and yes, it is so easy to LIVE FREE here on this island paradise. My sister and her husband live off the land, work for themselves and gives to community on this island paradise. A perfect example of the way we could all live in harmony and love. You are so fortunate. PS... I'll ask my sister if she knows Dan.
Thank you very much again. Request that you vist the web www.the worldmarch.info where you will find the way to do what suits you the best. The choice are many and at your own place as per your vocation. thank you once again. Regards,
You are right! Peace lovers must mind their language too. We often call a place where people live as slum instead of a home of the poor and deprived.
Thank you.
Thanks for your kind words. I thought it was a great image too, and so meaningful. I have posted on my blog another of Project Camelots interviews, this one with David Wilcock, that is really great too. Love Sue xxx
Dear Anahata Love,
I agree about the "double you" and the needed shift in consciousness. The "ego" and the Superconscious must become One - no more duality, just divine Unity of self.
Love and blessings,
Betty
So here we are
In the middle of a conversation
Going nowhere fast
With all the usual adjectives
Which define our withering souls
On a clinging vine of tomorrow
Who would have guessed we would have gotten this far
Reciting our inadequacies
As if they were clearly defined
Between the lines
Which confine us
While so often remind us
Of our unreachable stars
Flickering beyond the windows
Of our wavering spirits
Which quietly dwell upon tomorrows
Dusty doorsteps
Where each foot print
Describes our every desire
While we offer ourselves
Often too freely
In the veiled hope
Our offering will be accepted
On face value
With each wrinkle
Drastically intact
Never realizing
We are all in the same boat
Going nowhere much too quickly
Without the hope
Of ever getting back
To the promise
We so carefully proffered
With the hope of a reply
But were never answered
While always asking why
the promise by james a. galgano
So here we are
In the middle of a conversation
Going nowhere fast
With all the usual adjectives
Which define our withering souls
On a clinging vine of tomorrow
Who would have guessed we would have gotten this far
Reciting our inadequacies
As if they were clearly defined
Between the lines
Which confine us
While so often remind us
Of our unreachable stars
Flickering beyond the windows
Of our wavering spirits
Which quietly dwell upon tomorrows
Dusty doorsteps
Where each foot print
Describes our every desire
While we offer ourselves
Often too freely
In the veiled hope
Our offering will be accepted
On face value
With each wrinkle
Drastically intact
Never realizing
We are all in the same boat
Going nowhere much too quickly
Without the hope
Of ever getting back
To the promise
We so carefully proffered
With the hope of a reply
But were never answered
While always asking why
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Best wishes /Gunilla
Love and Peace always.
And, with the world being so small we can hold it in our hands and embrace it with love. Love hearing from you. Rita
Love and Peace ~Cierra
Namaste, Elke
Thank you.
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I agree about the "double you" and the needed shift in consciousness. The "ego" and the Superconscious must become One - no more duality, just divine Unity of self.
Love and blessings,
Betty
The link is: http://www.davidicke.com/content/view/21844
the promise by james a. galgano
So here we are
In the middle of a conversation
Going nowhere fast
With all the usual adjectives
Which define our withering souls
On a clinging vine of tomorrow
Who would have guessed we would have gotten this far
Reciting our inadequacies
As if they were clearly defined
Between the lines
Which confine us
While so often remind us
Of our unreachable stars
Flickering beyond the windows
Of our wavering spirits
Which quietly dwell upon tomorrows
Dusty doorsteps
Where each foot print
Describes our every desire
While we offer ourselves
Often too freely
In the veiled hope
Our offering will be accepted
On face value
With each wrinkle
Drastically intact
Never realizing
We are all in the same boat
Going nowhere much too quickly
Without the hope
Of ever getting back
To the promise
We so carefully proffered
With the hope of a reply
But were never answered
While always asking why
the promise by james a. galgano
So here we are
In the middle of a conversation
Going nowhere fast
With all the usual adjectives
Which define our withering souls
On a clinging vine of tomorrow
Who would have guessed we would have gotten this far
Reciting our inadequacies
As if they were clearly defined
Between the lines
Which confine us
While so often remind us
Of our unreachable stars
Flickering beyond the windows
Of our wavering spirits
Which quietly dwell upon tomorrows
Dusty doorsteps
Where each foot print
Describes our every desire
While we offer ourselves
Often too freely
In the veiled hope
Our offering will be accepted
On face value
With each wrinkle
Drastically intact
Never realizing
We are all in the same boat
Going nowhere much too quickly
Without the hope
Of ever getting back
To the promise
We so carefully proffered
With the hope of a reply
But were never answered
While always asking why
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