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Postby basso on June 13th, 2007, 9:12 pm

Beautiful senitments, SuziQ. It must be tremendously difficult for the young service people to return, and find their homeland ticking along very nicely, almost unaware of their efforts. They must contrast this everyday, the difference between what they have seen, and had to do in a far off place, and the relative comfort of their homes.

The motives for war may be grand or sketchy, but the people who do the soldiering are removed from such reasons. Their lot is to do their job, and they do it at great peril to themselves. For most, these soldiers, their hopes will be noble ones, and we can only imagine the mind set of being in such constant danger. Surely a shake of their hand is the least we can do, if only to acknowledge that they have put their own interests second. How many of us do that regularly?

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Postby kit on June 14th, 2007, 4:17 pm

Sue,
That made me cry. I have never been so touched as when someone has come up to my husband to thank him for his service, total strangers who go out of their way to say thank you. My husband has said that things like that mean everything to the military. I must find a link for you, it was beautiful. I will find it and put it here. When you have a moment watch it. It really says everything. So as a military wife and on behalf of my husband and his brothers and sisters, thank you for your thoughts. It does mean everything.
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Postby Chipper3 on June 19th, 2007, 9:15 am

PLEASSSSE keep these posts coming. I have done the self help, self motivated tapes and what I read on this string is, by far, better and more appropriate for us. Know that there are a lot of BFSers lurking in the back ground reading and reading and reading but not posting. Thank you all for taking the time to express yourself and passing on your wisdom...my spirit is always lifted. Basso, when you publish, I want to read your book.
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Postby basso on June 19th, 2007, 12:30 pm

Thank you, Chip. I have been uplifted by many posts on here as well.

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Postby wjjw on July 6th, 2007, 6:31 pm

Spirit

According to The Plan and cosmic law and order,
Spirit begins Its descent and crosses the border.
Some old friends remain in the Celestial Land,
Temporarily forgotten to focus on the task at hand.

Astral and mental bodies imbued with exact measures,
Of qualities earned from Heaven's immortal treasures.
Aware of divine blueprints for Heaven on Earth,
Spirit prepares Itself for yet another birth.

Parents selected by Love and sometimes obligation,
With purpose It draws Itself into the required situation.
The Sleep of Forgetting begins in not one body but three,
As Consciousness is submerged in an embryonic sea.

When the baby is born with Joy the mother cries,
Unseen but felt are connections of previous ties.
As what only seems like a new life begins to unfold,
Its deeper meaning and purpose have yet to be told.

As the child explores a world both old and new,
Unconscious memories hold clues of things he must do.
His joy at this age is of the most brilliant kind,
With the reality of Heaven still close in his mind.

As he gets older he finds that some debts must be paid,
Yet fails to see them as consequences of tracks he has laid.
At times life may seem senseless and even quite cruel,
If he has not yet learned to make the inner forces rule.

His body, mind, and emotions must learn to radiate the soul's Light,
Since the darkness of matter does not comprehend what is right.
As he learns to craft these mortal bodies into Heaven's tools,
He sees debating science and religion as the province of fools.

Truth is not found in a single discipline, doctrine, or generation,
It pervades all of life from parenting to governing a nation.
The trajectory he follows is fully his own choice,
But the consequences will be best if he heeds that "still small voice."

The spark of Light within him is, and forever will be,
Within his reach if only he develops "the eyes to see."
Even with mistakes and failures his purpose is served,
As the Truth about his role in life is gradually observed.

Abstract to concrete and parts to whole, Universal Intelligence is seen,
Just as Euclid discovered in the ubiquitous Golden Mean.
Manifest in rose petals, sea shells, DNA, and galaxy swirls that show,
Plans and patterns that speak "as above, so below."

The mysteries of Heaven are within, not without,
Even if we stand in the darkness and continue to doubt.
Creation is not something completed in Six Days long ago,
It's a Masterpiece begun in Spirit, and we on Earth must make it so.

--bw

For Robert J. Walker, who's actions spoke louder than words. The light of your spirit, as real as your physical presence, has never left us.
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Postby SuziQ on July 8th, 2007, 4:12 pm

Wow, Bill. Did you write that for your Dad?

That's so cool, and I'm sure, a most worthy tribute.

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Postby Christina on July 9th, 2007, 9:06 am

Bill,

Amazing! I love it.

Also...we seem to have the same last initial....so I won't even have to change my monogram (in that next life).


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Postby Phunny Phil on July 9th, 2007, 12:27 pm

Admittedly, I'm not religious, at least in the "go to church and worship a particular or specific entity" sort of way.

In my darker periods, I used to sometimes lean towards the "this is all there is" premise. Quite bleak.

Now I'd say I'm spiritual, very hopeful, and still exploring.

A significant moment changed my life.

Nine years ago this summer, I was up north at a friend's cottage. One night I was suddenly awoken from a dream. The clock read 2:12am. The dream was short yet vivid. It was my great-aunt Caroline, smiling and more beautiful than ever, saying "Everything's good, it's all wonderful, love you" ... repeated two or three times. That was it. I went right back to a peaceful sleep.

My great-aunt and I were close, yet I only saw her about 3 or 4 times per year - nice visits at the old folks home. Her other great-nephews and neices used to tease me that I was her favourite. We weren't so close however that I'd think of her every day - maybe once every few weeks in passing, that's it.

So, when I remembered the dream as I got out of bed the following morning, it just seemed peculiar, but not at all unsettling, that she would be in it. I couldn't recall her ever having been in any dream before in my entire life.

Although she'd had normal health issues associated with aging, at 85 years old she was doing well. So, she didn't have any illness that concerned us, or would be making me think of her any more than usual. So, again, that made the dream seem odd.

I forgot about it as we sat on the deck enjoying our morning coffee.

Then, the phone rang. It was my aunt (my Mom's sister), calling for me. My aunt the minister. I knew right away something was wrong. My aunt would've had to do a lot of investigating to find me at my friends' cottage. My parents were vacationing on the west coast - she wouldn't have been able to reach them at the time to find me.

My friend hands me the phone. My aunt says "hi". I say "hi" back.

She can tell by my tone that I know something's up.

She says "I'm calling with sad news ... Aunt Caroline has passed away".

"How?", I ask.

"They think her heart just gave out", she replies.

"When?", I ask.

"They figure shortly after 2:00am", she replies.

My dream comes rushing back to me as vivid as ever - and I have the most undescribable feeling. I say it was incredible peace, overwhelming love, and complete serenity all at once.

In my silence, my aunt asks "are you okay?"

Back into the moment, I reply "um ... yeah." I then tell her about my dream about great-aunt Caroline that woke me up at 212am.

Being a minister with limitless faith, my aunt replies without hesitation "well of couse she'd come to you in death, you always were her favourite".

Time of death - shortly after 200am.

Time awoken from the dream - 212am.

WOW!

Since that day, I have never again ventured into that "this is all there is" bleak premise.

I'll always think that my great-aunt Caroline came to me because she knew I needed her, needed a hand out of the bleakness.

I now know that there is something much more that 'just this'. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm spiritual, hopeful, and still exploring.

And, I am at peace- filled with a love for family, a love for friends, a love for life.

"Everything's good, it's all wonderful, love you"

"Everything's good, it's all wonderful, love you"

"Everything's good, it's all wonderful, love you"
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Postby SuziQ on July 9th, 2007, 12:38 pm

OMG Phunny Phil, that is SUCH a beautiful post.

Thank you so much for sharing it, and I agree, it is SO much more important to be "spiritual," than "religious," though we have the choice whether or not to allow our particular "religion" to be spirit filled and edifying in our lives.

I pray that we all might have an Aunt Caroline, who reaches across the dark divide and pulls us out of our bleakness.

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Postby kit on July 9th, 2007, 2:05 pm

I had a similar experience when I was younger. I was extremely ill. I remember my mother kind of fading in and out of my room and then waking up around 3am and feeling the most awful chill in my body from the inside out. I got up to get socks, funny because the best I could do to that time was crawl to the bathroom because I was so weak. At any rate, I felt like someone was behind me and when I turned around there was someone standing in my doorway and they had their hand on the doorjamb just watching me. I went back to bed and when my mom came in the next morning, my fever had broken and I asked why she didn't yell at me for being up. She looked a little confused so I told her what had happened. When I was feeling much better she told me that she was sure that I was going to die, and she was asking my grandmother (dad's mom) to watch over me that night and protect me. Now my dad wasn't much for talking about his childhood, but I still remember when we were talking about this. It seems that when he was young, his mom used to stand in the doorway, with her hand on the doorjamb until they fell asleep.

I have always believed there was more. In my field of expertise, there is no way the body could be so amazing just by accident and you would be a fool to think so. I am a firm believer in faith not religion.

So thanks for reminding me that there are always people who love you looking out for you and everything will always be ok because it is way bigger than us.
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Postby Phunny Phil on July 9th, 2007, 6:30 pm

amazing story kit ... thanks for sharing :)
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Postby SuziQ on September 20th, 2007, 8:57 pm

Just resurrecting an old post...with a melancholy, but inspiring old poem....

Comes The Dawn

Author: Unknown

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning,
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises;
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a grown-up, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers,
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and you learn...
With every goodbye you learn.

Blessings,
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Postby basso on September 20th, 2007, 9:36 pm

That is a beautiful poem, a beautiful sentiment, but sad. It is a slice in time, perhaps, a moment of a feeling. Kisses are not contracts, but they can be vows of undying devotion.

Goodness, I hope you aren't leaving the forum, SuziQ. That will be me when I reach post 1800. Bill will not tolerate me staying longer than that. :wink:

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Postby SuziQ on September 20th, 2007, 9:43 pm

No, I'm not leaving the forum.

I just remembered that poem and felt like posting it is all.

Heavens, don't be starting those rumors.

I don't care how many posts I have. Is that bad? :oops:

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Postby basso on September 20th, 2007, 9:54 pm

Well, you know how I like the rumour mill. :twisted:

As to posting, I speak only of myself. 1800 seems the magic number, the number that is twice 900, which is the precise number of jelly beans in the jar downtown at the book store. Although, the owner denied it, and the contest was won by some little snot-nosed brat, who probably just bought that devil worshiping book "Harry Potter" with his certificate. Grrr.

No, you are well loved here, SuziQ and must never, not ever leave. Muah.

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