“Energy & Our Thoughts…”

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If thought is energy and we know that energy is always conserved—meaning it cannot be created or destroyed—then why do we spend so much time and energy in our thoughts?

My thoughts these days run a gamut of when will I absolutely be beyond last year living with an infection intent on killing me and its afterthoughts now in other parts of my body. I’d never thought about an end-game to illness because I’d never faced IT before. So one of my thoughts is: I’m alive isn’t that enough? My answer: hell no! I want the ME I used to be and that just isn’t going to happen—ever!  

That thought brings on the poor me melody and I want so much to yell aloud: “Get out! Just get the hell out of my body and LEAVE me alone. Each of us knows that this type of self-pity takes a lot of energy so thank goodness energy cannot be destroyed or I’d be in real trouble.

I had one life and I now have another that draws me to my purpose of this life. It changes, you know, our direction in life, for any number of reasons. The thoughts of my body demand that I work hard to heal and to rest when tired. Yet that which is energy gives me bursts of power to talk with others about the value of our stories and my novel “The Respite” and my book that asks the question “Postcards from God/How Do Angels Fly” and an essay on energy and a new effort entitled: “The Energy that is Compassion.” 

Oh, I just had another thought! Energy is a word that means power, force, vigor and my favorite: get-up-and-go! And I shall!

2015: “A Rose When I Was A Child…”

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It was the voice of my Italian grandmother who used to say things like: “…you kids grow too fast. Slow down. Smell my roses; they not last either.” I, of course heard her, but did I listen? No, not really. Her message was imprisoned in my youth. But today, yes the first day of 2015 at around ten at night I heard: “…see, I tell you the truth.”

I wonder what Maria would think of humankind these days—so far removed from the immigrants struggling in the coal mining camps of her day. For Heaven’s sakes we are now searching for answers in the Cosmos and losing sight of our neighbor next door. Don’t get me wrong, I find significance in knowledge. But more, I find hopefulness in the storytelling of those who came before us. The ones who warned us to slow down… “Tomorrow waits for no one.”

2015: Who among you will dare to smell a rose or listen to the laughter of a child or remember the voices of those who came before or hold an aged hand and ask: “What do you mean grandmother that I grow too fast? After all: LIFE IS INTENTION!

“STAR TREK” – WHO KNEW THAT WE…”

HEADLINE: “Star Trek-like invisible shield found thousands of miles above Earth…” University of Colorado Boulder

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For me, this revelation requires some Cosmos like questions:

  1. Has this Star Trek-like Shield been there (wherever that is) all along?
  2. Did it reveal only when Humankind’s technology and curiosity to probe advanced?
  3. Does The Cosmos unveil our Earth’s secrets only when the time is right?
  4. Are we Humankind wise enough to not interfere with such a revelation?
  5. I ask because doesn’t Humankind destroy, one way or another, all we intend to overcome?
  6. Last, and not least, will Humankind grasp that this Star Trek-Shield covers YOU and ME.

“HAND: THE WORD & HUMANKIND…”

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HAND is a word that means give or offer or tender or dispense. This knowing caused me to wonder: “What if each time we shake a hand or hold a hand or kiss a hand or pat a hand or reach for a helping hand our LIFE would be—for the moment—unbroken?”

For those of you who know me suspect another question isn’t far behind. Here it is: “Might it be possible that the words we speak—as simple as HAND—are intended to carry out a purpose equally as vital to humankind as breathing?”

“Maternal Tapestry” That Which Is Or…”

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Maternal is a word that reveals itself in actions and Tapestry is the interweaving of its consequences. There are women who weave with an artistry that is life itself and others who lose a thread here and there weakening the embroidery over time.

Women of the World—from time itself—entwined in the stillness of their Maternal Tapestry to guide and teach and love and train and pray for those of their womb. Their tapestry sewn tight into the yet unborn and each stitch after birth intended.

Yet, we still have wars and we still hate and we still throb to control and those in the womb must surely feel this energy. And yes, some Maternal Tapestry still exists in the voices allowed to speak; but even they are growing quiet.

My question is this: “If the current voices in the Cosmos of Maternal Tapestry should be silenced by fear or ignorance of its import—who then would become the Maternal Tapestry Storytellers of our future?”

“Look Outward…Inquire Within…”

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My title (above) flashed quickly by in a television ad at the moment I drained my Cup of Joe. I guess it’s the writer in me that observes a picture in words: like an artist might see a masterpiece in a color palette. In this case my doorway to creating a new blog.  

Look Outward: I assume each of us know what it is to LOOK. But to look OUTWARD, well that may require a different state of mind: one willing to see but not judge others or ourselves. A way of thinking that requires empathy. There is woefully every form of opinion in every form of media that calls to us: “Get On Board,” we have your answer. To Look Outward we see the firestorm.

Inquire Within: Ah, here we have the reflection that is our essence. It is here we are liberated to think and wonder and ask and form opinion without outward influences. Humankind’s voice is silent here because it’s threatened by the Outward. Yet, the power that is thought lives at this moment and for all time. Inquire Within and we see the obtainable.

“The Roads Ahead: Do I discern what I see or…”

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Discern is an old-fashioned word that means to distinguish or become aware of. The roads ahead are those we traverse daily—unaware discernment is required. Perhaps like those roads below.

Is it Road 52-C in rural Iowa covered in rust-red powdery earth that billows from the underside of Farmer Abel’s truck? The corn fields await harvest and Farmer Abel grows old.

Or a paved snowbound road in Bismarck, North Dakota: Closed! January had waited impatiently for that first Canadian cold front to take shape. When it did she blew hard southward.

There is the learning-a-lesson road that can be immediate; painfully long; velvety smooth, or rough with jagged peril.

Some roads wind soothingly, like the steady flow of the Volga River. But on-shore male Russian hawkers display their wares. They sell with their eyes: gentle, pleading and threatening. You are pursued from one wooden stall to another; at least until you say nyet.

The Yellow Brick Road in the Land of Oz is wrought with flying monkeys; the Horse of a Different Color; Wizards; Scarecrow; Tin Man, and Dorothy’s Ruby Slippers. And, lest we forget: the Good and Wicked Witches and the Munchkins. But Dorothy’s toll road taught her it wasn’t her slippers that held the power of place. It was her discernment that led directly home.

Humankind: Can We Hear the “Hymn of the Universe?”

 

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Introduction: I do not presume to describe for you the “Hymn of the Universe” by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin {1881-1955}. A French philosopher and Jesuit priest who trained as a paleontologist and geologist (pictured).

Visitor: Why should I care about a hymn or a dead French philosopher?

JLM’S Garden: “These are great questions and the answer below may surprise you!”

Reflections:

Words: Hymn is a chant or mantra. The universe is creation or life. Humankind is a word meaning human race or civilization.

When I look out at Mother Earth I hear no hymn, only the noise that is chaos and insurrection.

Yet, when I look into the Cosmos I sense the energy that is the potential of humankind.

 In today’s technological world we can absorb—in most languages—the intention of the writings in the “Hymn of the Universe” or any other treatise we choose to wonder about. Well, except for our sisters and brothers denied admittance to evolution that only consciousness can bring.

Answer:  In his writings on “Planetary Mind and Our Spiritual Evolution” our same French philosopher Pierre Teilhard de Chardin says this: “The coming stage of evolution won’t be driven by physical adaptation but by human consciousness, creativity, and spirit.  

 

“What Is Intention Anyway?…”

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Intention is a word that means purpose and there are other synonyms—but they do not belong in this blog. You’ll see why.

Prophecy is a prediction made under divine influence and direction: something a lot like the word intention; or is it? Well here comes the rub as far as I’m concerned.

From Mother Earth’s first sunlight we, humankind, have careworn our world using one word: intention. One century after another we’ve governed the play calls by making use of kings, rooks, bishops, queens, knights and pawns—utilizing our rank and file—to checkmate Earth’s Chessboard christened rationale.

There is in the word itself to intend. So do I plant my intentions? You bet! And, guess what it revealed: CAUTION!

The next time we intend a thought—silent or spoken—become vigilant. It just might determine what intention will be fulfilled. And it is at that exact moment humankind will look skyward to the cosmos or downward to the destruction of Mother Earth.