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I am now seeing the flow of Cosmic energy like a river, with a main stream, with its swirls, whirlpools, and quiet places, along with crashing on what seems to be the edges.  The raging river of my 3rd dream in this blog may well  have been my own sense of drowning in that stream, not […]

The Lord’s Prayer for today, for myself.


I did paraphrase the Lord’s prayer, elaborating in every way possible. Our Father, Our creators, mother and father to us all,

Who Art In Heaven, who are beyond us totally, but who love each of us as a child of God, and want the best for us, not only as we may think and want, but as you know we need.

Conclusion to this blog.


I deleted the last few posts of my blog, and feel that they were superfluous to the actual experiences I wanted to share.  I find that many subscribers to this are no longer following here.  I assume it is a divergence of our directions.  I see only 16 still following, and conclude that this is […]

The Father, with Mother, Christ the Son, and the Holy Spirit in the Trinity.


I am trying to think of how to write about Jesus Christ, as he is held to be part of the Divine Trinity. There is a question too, of the position of the Mother to the Father, and to the Divine Trinity. And, written separately, The Holy Spirit can lead us to take part in the larger purpose of God, which we cannot fully understand. We just can do our part.

Spiritual direction with body, soul, and mind, of a whole.


5 times, my inner guidance came in major dreams, and often, in minor ways as well as in other ways. Each dream took an actual 3 to 4 years to get accomplished, but it was as if it was what I needed to do, and if I was dodging some part of it I had reminders. It was not subjective work, it was more in actual direction over my soul, waking up to what I had believed, and coming to my own conscience and direction, more the same for my mind, but I had to actually do it, quiet my mind and know what to think directively in a different way. And last of all for my body. It seemed more to listen to my mind and soul, as I had not been doing, when both were having different directions for my life. It was also an ability to indwell, not to be immersed in my body. To become directive in being spirit. Not in only seeing other spiritual things, that came first, not in only feeling other spiritual things, I had done that before this was a milestone change for me. It related me to myself. Not just being in oneness as a part of an ocean of spirits. This was a pivotal 3rd dream.
THE RIVER OF LIFE DREAM 1956
I had this dream in 1956, the year I was thirty-two. I was floating above a river. I felt as if I had been there looking on, forever. I paid no attention to what was going on there; it was just the view, as if nothing I could see there had any meaning or relationship to me. But, over time, I began to notice a girl child in the river, downstream from my viewpoint above. She was thrashing around as if she felt she was drowning, but was barely keeping her head above the water. In a way, I cared, but felt that this had nothing at all to do with me.
After some more time, as if much time had passed from when I first noticed the girl, I heard an old woman on the shore, on the higher riverbank at my right hand side of the river. She was shouting and shouting at the girl, to do this, do that, be careful, try harder. She seemed almost panic-stricken about the girl, but nothing she was saying or doing was any help to the child. I then knew that the girl child had quit listening to her a long time before, it was all just noise to her ears, to her mind.
I began to be more concerned, and to look around more. On the other and lower side of the river, I saw a female dog with her pups. She was doing a good job of mothering her pups, but was oblivious to anything outside of her small familiar place and home. I tried to get her attention, but she was totally unaware of me looking on.
I began to consider myself; I did not seem to have a body. I was floating there like an invisible cloud to anyone down there. I did not have arms or hands, or legs, yet I could see, feel, and hear. What else could I do?
I seemed to get the idea, this was the body’s mind, or even my own mind, associated to this girl child, but that mind was oblivious to me, as one particular spirit, her own high self above them. But, the girl must not have been using her own mind, she was hearing admonitions that her mother and grandmother had seemed to yell at her over and over, until she had quit listening to the noise. But, her own mind was not working yet. It seemed to be my mind too, though, and I might be able to get it working. I might say that her mind worked in terms expected of her, but not from her own incentive.
I had done well in school, and in doing the things I learned as I went along, but it was as if I had only seen myself as others saw me, and related accordingly. As if my spirit was not in it, the driving inner source energy.
Then, I looked to the other side of the river, at the mother dog and her pups. She was an admirable and beautiful dog, but not a human being. She did not know she had a mind, she lived in the moment and for the situation and the circumstances. But, she had no idea that the girl child was struggling in the river, she had never seen her. That struggle might have been emotional, but the mother dog had no concept or awareness of such a struggle going on.
Therefore, I was connected to the girl child, the old woman yelling, and even the dog with her pups. All of these were representative aspects of myself. And, they mostly were disconnected from each other. As in all of this dream, it seemed a very long time before I moved to do something. I went down to see each position, to look at the figure in it, more closely. I could not see any way to help the girl, nor could I get the old woman to notice me. But, I went to the dog, and got her attention. I got her to notice me, and with this, she became human.
She let me join with her, enter her body, and we pushed a log into the river. I think it was mainly a way for the girl to grab hold of something, from myself as a spirit. But, as the dog let me join with her, she was human, in the body I then could recognize as my own. I felt that she also represented the Soul, the connections to family, to life, the responsibilities for and with others. And, the log had been there by her, when we shoved it into the river for the girl child to hang onto.
I then went out over the river, and tried to get the girl to notice me, so I could tell her to take hold of that log. But, she was unaware of me, and unaware of the log floating near by. But, I noticed the noise, the yammering of the old woman, the noise of the mind. I knew I had to address this next. I floated over there to the old woman, and again she was not hearing me, unaware of me. But, when I tried to enter her, join with her, she was accepting of me coming in. And then, like mind to mind she could know how she had sounded, she heard herself as I was spiritually hearing her. Then she realized that the child had long ago quit listening to her. It was a re-echo of what had been said to me long before, or my own selection of what might be said to me then by others.
I got her to quiet down, and to only say what needed to be usefully said. It was then as if she was speaking normally, not yelling, and only saying, the log is right there by your hand, just reach out and grab hold of it. It was finally in my own voice. But, still the girl was not hearing this.

Next, I had to go out by the girl child in the river. First, I tried to talk to her, but nothing worked until I entered her body, and I listened to the voice of the mind, and blindly reached out and felt for whatever it might be out there that I could hang onto. And I did it. That was the end of the dream. It was the start of a lot of changes from within myself.
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I feel that it is not possible yet, but may be as humanity is evolved enough, for the spirit to indwell, live in the body and be whole with it. But, I could direct, and make the aspects be more my own. More myself.
I do think this indwelling and the development of spiritual functioning is what is ahead for our world.
nothing worked until I entered her body, and I listened to the voice of the mind, and blindly reached out and felt for whatever it might be out there that I could hang onto. And I did it. That was the end of the dream. It was the start of a lot of changes from within myself.