Old Stories…Old Writings…Older Dreams



I’ve been thinking about my mom these past few weeks. The music clock has been playing a lot more. Re-read her blog and…well read for yourself if you haven’t already.

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Are you ready for this one?  They sent me back for a little while. Seems my kid, and few hundred other people, need me here. Being an angel is hard work, but fun too.

Last time we visited I told you that I was far away. So far that I could barely hear her tears and way to out there to make the music play. Yesterday ‘She’ sent me back to the this 3D world so I could do some more work. I think maybe it was my last lifetime, not sure. Anyway, the clock has played a few songs again, making my daughter smile a bit.

Funny mom.  But it was really good to get that nudging again.

Raven 1The only way I know to help people is through writing. Scribbling down random thoughts, pulling up old stories from long ago, while sitting quietly with my coffee.  Here is a story I started a long…

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Dancing In The Dream…



A blog from a dear man who dances an amazing dance of life. I hope you enjoy reading his story and follow his blog. Brad Archote is one of few REAL people I know.

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‏Today, really the past few months, I have been on a wild roller-coaster ride with my health. I am in complete surrender to Creator/God, as I am completely in the hands of the Holy Spirit. I am blessed even at my lowest and I know that there is so much terrible suffering going on in the lives of Relatives around the world. Children, elderly folks, and all Peoples that are having their lives ripped apart in wars and conflicts are in so much suffering compared to my own levels of pain and discomfort.

‏Today I have more energy and clarity than I have had in a couple of months. Numerous things I attribute this to, like God, prayers of many Relatives and Relations I am blessed to have in my life, good environment, natural medicines, clean air and water where I live in the mountains. Also, if it weren’t for…

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Wishing You Enough


hp photosmart 720On this day of celebrating mom’s, I am reminded that mine is gone. Whispers of words past, little glimpses into childhood memories; these are what I have left. As time passes the memories fade a little more leaving me with little to grasp. From nowhere a tear trickles down my face–I love you mom.

For the last two years of her life, we talked on the phone every evening between 5:30 and 8:00pm. It wasn’t enough.

Mom always closed out an email or conversation with

“wish you enough”.

Now I know why.