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Seeing Heaven Before I Was Created

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Last night I made many posts in answer to a women Christian who said she had a near-death experience. I defended her because she aske for the truth. My posts were erased. I concluded we are doomed at spoke of building an Ark.

I told this group about the reading I had at the Berkeley Psychic Inst. in 1987. A young woman was psychically attacked by my mother, Rosemary who did not want me to be read. The guide told her to put up a barrier of white light, then another block – that worked. These are the words she spoke;

“You own your own creation….You died!”

What she meant, was, I saw my parents come together to make love, and bring me into the world.

My mother was very powerful, and evil. My daughter was born on Rosemary’s birthday. Heather and her grandmother have worked to render me familyless…

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Sunday snicker

not good,

Just Cruisin 2

A man has been in business for many, many years and the business is going down the drain. He is seriously contemplating suicide and he doesn’t know what to do.

He goes to his Rabbi to seek advice. He tells the Rabbi about all of his problems in the business and asks the Rabbi what he should do.

The Rabbi says “Take a beach chair and a Bible and put them in your car and drive down to the edge of the ocean. Go to the water’s edge. Take the beach chair out of the car, sit on it and take the Bible out and open it up. The wind will riffle the pages for a while and eventually the Bible will stay open at a particular page. Read the first words your eyes fall on and they will tell you what to do.”

The man does as he is…

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To a Spouse Angered by Something She Saw On-Line

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(with an apology to Matthew Prior, in case he’s looking for one)

Sweetie, you’re making much too big of a deal
of a little “thumbs up” or a smiley face
that I left on the page of another, I feel.
Believe me, I won’t meet her in cyber-space.

Please listen–your anger is widely misplaced–
I don’t even know if her screen name’s a jest
And as for her avatar, just another pretty face
on the World Wide Web (with enormous breasts).

You shouldn’t get mad at these idle remarks
that I toss off on-line, like bread at a duck.
It’s what the kids nowadays call “snark.”
Long-term, I assure you, I don’t give a . . . hoot.

My true love I save for you only, dearie,
in poems that you read and then say “That’s nice.”
Of women on social media I am leery;
some ask for credit cards…

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Head scratching

nice

Just Cruisin 2

Made the mistake of watching some national media news and have been shaking my head ever since. Tried to watch a press conference our president was giving yesterday and admit to once again being amazed at things said media is getting away with.

During the talk Trump said that we could try ultraviolet light or
disinfectants on patients who have the Covid-19 and added that might
work. Got up this morning and checked my email to find the media has
done it again. On more than one liberal leaning site the articles
stated that Trump wanted inject bleach into patients and use bright
lights to beat the virus.

In the version I saw, bleach wasn’t mentioned and these mental
midgets don’t realize peroxide can also be used as a disinfectant. At
least the president is trying. And it has been proven that sunlight
kills the virus, but I don’t think…

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