Apr 20, 2018
Oct 2, 2016
Heavy Lifting For The Change You Wish To See
We see the news about shootings taking place in malls and schools. Consider this.
“You have all believed that it is with your hands that you do the work, the heavy lifting that makes the change you wish to see, but that is not so. Vibration does the work much more quickly and to much greater benefit. When you perceive something in the high way and you lift it to its true nature, in fact you are not denying what you see, you are supporting its lifting to the investment of the Divine, where it may live in a high vibration. When you have something low and you lift it high, it is no longer low. That’s a very simple example.” ~ Melchizedek Page 119 of Book of Mastery by Paul Selig Channeling Melchizedek
Something that can go along with this . . .
Are We a Simulation? Elon Musk. Video Might Change Your Mind. New Approach. 2016 No Man's Sky and Max Planck are part of the video.
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 15, 2011
Dusty Oklahoma Day - Grandpa and Me
On a bright, dry Oklahoma day a young boy was kicking at clods of dirt to see the clouds of dust transforming into brown and red wind sprites.
My grandfather, who was standing nearby,
smiled and pointed at the jets high overhead, leaving their vapor trail for everyone to see. He said, " Do you see those jets? Their pilots have air masks to breath, yes?! Well, what do you think happens to their air when you send that dust up?" Visualizing the pilot coughing, I stopped.
Twenty years later,
on foreign soil, I remembered that dusty Oklahoma day as another dust sprite was launched by my stride. Recalling the wisdom of my grandfather, my boots met the ground . . . like old friends.
. . . for a dusty moment I thought I could see my grandfather smiling back at me. . . . and I smiled back.
Note: My mom’s birthday was a few days ago. Her dad is a great inspiration to me. Happy Birthday Mom.
My grandfather, who was standing nearby,
Twenty years later,
on foreign soil, I remembered that dusty Oklahoma day as another dust sprite was launched by my stride. Recalling the wisdom of my grandfather, my boots met the ground . . . like old friends.
. . . for a dusty moment I thought I could see my grandfather smiling back at me. . . . and I smiled back.
Note: My mom’s birthday was a few days ago. Her dad is a great inspiration to me. Happy Birthday Mom.
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