The Wind

We are the wind.

Time after time we have touched every created thing on this earth. Some moments we are as soft and gentle as goose down. Other times we shriek and roar with a fierceness almost beyond belief, as if we had a score to settle. But we do not. Our actions are largely the result of atmospheric whims. We have no evil intent.

Often we lull you to sleep with our light breeze rustling the leaves of the tree outside your window, yet we will occasionally awaken you in the middle of the night as we rattle the house with the icy blasts of winter.

We are calm, we are wild, we are part of your life. Embrace us, for we embrace you.

We are the wind.

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Cosmic Secrets

Are there really secrets of the cosmos and if there are can anyone learn them?

Well, it seems to me that if there are actually cosmic secrets then no one would have access to them, for they would be secret. At least no human could know about them because the human animal is notoriously inept at keeping secrets.

So, I would say there are no cosmic secrets. Rather there is a lack of comprehension. This is mostly because of the human trait of insisting that everything in creation must adhere to the laws of science currently in vogue. The human ego tends to demand that all things must agree with materialistic and scientific views and anything that doesn’t is bogus or impossible.

So, if there are no secrets of the cosmos, but instead unknown and misunderstood knowledge, can anyone or everyone learn these things? The answer is yes…and no.

Yes, there are those who can learn, will learn, or have already learned much advanced knowledge of the cosmos. Some will even develop the necessary wisdom to fully understand and utilize such information.

Many, however, will never come close to such things. For various reasons they will pursue other avenues in life. They may indeed have the ability to learn but for one reason or another will have no interest. And this is probably how it should be. Each of us has our own tasks to complete and complete them we will, although many will never realize they have done so.

Now, does all of this sound confusing? Well, it isn’t…and it is. I guess it depends on who is reading it.

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The Redwoods

Near the fog shrouded coast they stand. Huge and majestic, the Redwoods soar to great heights, their crowns often unseeable in the mist that hangs low in the sky.

Uncounted eons ago they agreed to come here. From their beautiful home world in a faraway galaxy they traveled to help this earth become a paradise.

Yet, like so many of us, they have been misunderstood and mistreated. Their once vast stands have fallen victim to the uncaring greed of shortsighted men.

Day and night, year after year, their great wisdom mostly untapped, they stand tall and wonder about the final outcome of it all. So much potential…mostly wasted. They are saddened by the probabilities.

And so, as the chill night wind blows through their branches, announcing the coming of yet another long winter, they silently dream of home. They wonder if the situation will ever improve here.

They sigh…and they wait.

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Grandmother And The Bible

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I love reading and studying the Bible. It’s my go to book when I’m sad or when I’m glad.

I have my grandmother to thank for my appreciation of sacred scripture. My family lived next door to her and she introduced God’s Word to me when I was very young. And no matter what kind of cut or scrape I might come in with, after she had put a bandage on it she would say, “Let’s see what we can find in the Bible to make you feel better.” And she always found just the right verse.

She has been gone now for many years but every time I pick up the Bible I think of her, smile, and say, “Thank you, Grandmother.”

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The Unhappy Creek

It was a gorgeous autumn day as my wife and I turned off the main highway and on to a narrow road that held the promise of satisfying our desire to see some of the beautiful fall colors so prevalent in the mountains. Sure enough as we rounded a curve and drove between two huge granite boulders we found ourselves in a wonderland of yellow, red, and gold leaves. It was almost as if we had entered a different world. Little did I realize at the time how different. Momentarily I was to experience a side of nature mostly unfelt by a generally unaware mankind.

Just a short distance ahead I saw a place where we could pull off the road and park. As we got out of the car I could hear gurgling water close by. A short walk through the riotous colored aspen grove brought us in sight of a delightful little creek tumbling along on it’s way toward the valley.

It seemed like one of the most perfect settings in nature I had ever found. A crystal clear stream with aspen and evergreen trees crowding it’s banks, while the view straight up through the forest was dominated by an electric blue sky. Looking forward to a few minutes of quiet contemplation I sat down on the bank of the creek and leaned back against the trunk of an aspen tree. I relaxed and allowed my consciousness to shift slightly as I completely opened to the flow of nature. Almost immediately I was surprised by an air of discord. In this otherwise ideal setting there was an undercurrent of something not right.

One by one I connected with the various beings there. The trees. The moss. The rocks. Even the dirt. All seemed as it should be. Idly I glanced down at the water rushing along nearby. Could it be? Surely not. I bent over and with my fingers spread wide I gently touched the water. At the instant of contact I felt an almost electric shock. So much so that I involuntarily jerked my hand away and slumped back against the tree trunk. In that brief moment of contact I had felt a deep distress in the water.

It didn’t make sense. From my point of view here was a beautiful stream that had originated from the mountain snows and tumbled down several thousand feet over and around boulders and rocks on its way to the valley. Now, instead of being full of exuberance and joy, the creek was plainly unhappy.

I decided to see if I could find out why. I suggested to my wife that we drive further on up the canyon and take a look around. After we had gone maybe a mile the pavement ended and the road became a mixture of dirt and rocks. Through the trees we could still see the creek as it made its way through the canyon. Then suddenly it made a sharp bend and as we crossed the bridge over it we saw a building ahead.

I could feel a strong vibration and hear a loud hum, both of which intensified as we neared the building. A sign on the front identified it as a power generating station. I parked the car and when I opened the door and got out the air was literally crackling with negativity. I could see the water gushing from an outlet at the end of the building. I walked toward the creek just downstream from the outlet but had to stop short because the negativity of the water increased to the point that my consciousness was starting to fail. I was being buffeted by continuous waves of deep unhappiness. Fighting to keep from passing out, I staggered backward and slumped against the car. I motioned for my wife to move over behind the steering wheel. I opened the door and fell into the car and asked her to get us away from there.

I don’t mind telling you I was shaken up. Since I was not expecting such a depth of negativity to be present in such beautiful a place I had lowered all of the shielding I usually have around me as a buffer and so I was wide open and unprotected. As a result I had taken quite a hit, which went from bad at the first encounter to nearly overwhelming near the powerhouse. I can’t really tell you what this kind of jolt feels like but one thing is for sure…it is not pleasant.

By the time we had gotten back to the main highway I was feeling better and suggested we drive on up to the mountain pass. I wanted to try and find out the rest of story on the cause of this extreme unhappiness.

As we climbed ever higher I could see the location of where the creek made its way down from the high country above. But I could see no water…only a continuous line of large rocks in what was obviously the stream bed. I began to have an inkling of what I was going to find when we finally reached the top. When we arrived at the pass a lake soon came into view and, sure enough, a dam had been built across its outlet.

I noticed a sign near the shore and went over to have a look. There, in words and graphics, was the explanation I had been seeking. The water comes from snow melt and several small glaciers. Almost immediately it flows into a lake that has been dammed to make it hold more. From there it flows into yet another dammed up lake and then into the one where I was reading the sign. From there things went downhill in more ways than one. The water entered a penstock of almost 4,000 feet in length that ended at the power plant below. After being blocked by three dams and then forced to flow down a steep, dark conduit to spin a generator the water was unhappy, distressed, and ticked off so to speak. And understandably so.

Now there are some who will say, “For crying out loud, it’s only water! What difference does it make if it’s dammed up or whatever?” But you see, it is not just water. It is much more. It is a living entity and much more than what is seen with the physical eyes. All things in creation are alive and have consciousness, and yes, Mother Earth and all of her beings have feelings…each in its own unique way.

If we will step out of the cramped little boxes we have built around ourselves we will begin to see so many things we can do to help improve the quality of all life. To help heal the uncaring abuses against nature. If we will but make the effort to open ourselves up to the supposedly impossible we might be astounded at the way things really are.

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Hurricane Danger

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If you live on or near any of the coastal areas threatened by Hurricane Irma I urge you to pack up and get out of there immediately. This appears to be a strong and very dangerous storm. If you remain you could very well be making a mistake that will result in the end of your life. Yes, you may die.

I lived a considerable part of my youth and adult life on the gulf coast. Although I lived in Houston, 50 miles inland, there were times when that didn’t seem far enough when hurricanes came through. Hurricane Harvey recently proved this to be so.

I was once on Galveston Island when a hurricane came in. I wasn’t injured but I can assure you it was a traumatic experience.

I had an assignment in Palacios and Port Lavaca after Hurricane Carla all but wiped those areas off the map. The destruction was incredible.

When these things approach, to be brave and decide to ride it out is in reality a decision to be foolish. Please don’t do this. Get out of there!

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Grounding

Have you grounded your body lately? Over a period of time, due to the extremely stressful lifestyle we live, our bodies can become loaded with negative energies. This is especially so for those who live and/or work in cities. And, of course, some neighborhoods and lines of work are worse than others. Being filled with these negative energies can be a hazard to your health and darken your attitude. Oh sure, there are probably pills for the symptoms but here is a natural and more fun way that can help ease the stress.

Find a place nearby that has some grass or weeds growing. Preferably it would be a location close enough to where you live so you can walk to it and back. Your back yard or a local park is perfect. Try to wear loose clothing…nothing binding.

In order to successfully ground yourself you need to be in direct contact with Mother Earth, so, when you’re ready, remove your shoes and socks. I also suggest that you take off your hat, cap, or any other head covering. Step out onto the grass or dirt with your bare feet. Wiggle your toes and walk around a bit. Enjoy your connection to Earth. While you’re at it take a few deep, cleansing breaths. Feel the tension flow out of your body from head to toe.

That’s it. You have drained all that built up negative energy into Mother Earth and she, in return, has refilled you with clean and positive energy.

Do this as often as you can. Daily if possible. If not, you’ll get to know when you need this by the way you feel.

What about during the winter when there’s snow everywhere? I personally wrap up good and take a regular barefoot tromp in the snow. Admittedly, it’s a pretty quick tromp. Be cautious, however. Don’t chance coming down with a terrible winter cold, or worse, pneumonia. Practice common sense in not only this but in all things that you do.

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Good Days And Bad Days

It often feels like there is nothing as refreshing to a body and soul as having a good day. A day where everything seems right. Some of those days even come close to topping out as absolutely perfect. Bright, cloudless sunshine…both inside and outside of us.

Fortunately, not every day of our life is like that. I say “fortunately” because if every day of our existence was perfect and without challenges then we would never learn much. And so…the “bad” days of darkness show up to help balance the scales.

When times seem to be at their most dismal and dark clouds fill the horizon, then is the time to really watch for that ray of light that is certain to break through.

As difficult as it may be, try and maintain a positive outlook during the funky periods. Those spells of darkness can really make you appreciate and embrace the good times.

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Elusive Lake Monster

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Does something strange lurk below the surface of Lake Tahoe?

It’s a big, blue lake. The water is cold and deep. Very deep. In some places the bottom is over 1,600 feet below the surface. Due to icy temperatures and the purity of the water if a person drowns their body often sinks, forever suspended in the frigid depths.

Even with all its breathtaking beauty, Lake Tahoe has many mysteries hidden in its depths. There is about it a kind of foreboding aura. Many times when I am near the shore I sense a presence lurking. It doesn’t necessarily feel evil but it’s unsettling enough that I always refrain from swimming or even wading in the water.

What could it be? Maybe the restless souls of those who have succumbed to those deep, cold waters over the years. I’m sure there have been more than a few. Also the American Indians who originally lived in the area considered the lake to be sacred. Perhaps their Ancestral Souls are unhappy over the arrival of the pioneers and their desecration of the area.

Or…maybe what’s lurking could be The Lake Monster. There have been reports of sightings over the years of something big. Something really big. The naysayers believe it’s probably a large Sturgeon. However with descriptions of something about the size of a battleship and a long dinosaur-like neck the idea of an over-sized Sturgeon just doesn’t work.

As could be expected the lake monster has been given a name. Tahoe Tessie, patterned after Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster. Tahoe Tessie is pictured in drawings as a smiling, good-natured monster and that might not be so far wrong. There have been no reports of a massive lake monster swallowing boatloads of people or even going out of its way to scare them out of 10 years growth.

Is there really a monster lurking in the lake? If so why haven’t more people seen it and why haven’t there been pictures taken of it? I’m inclined to think that Tessie, along with many other reported lake monsters, is an inter-dimensional creature and does not necessarily reside permanently in the lake. This could explain why all the searches in places such as Loch Ness have never found anything. If this is, in fact, the case then in all probability the lake monsters will forever remain an unsolved enigma.

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Strange Light

On a bitter cold winter day, while the sky was completely overcast and snow was falling, the clouds suddenly became very dark. Almost as if the hour of midnight had arrived. Then, there appeared a large area of bright light that lit up a sharply defined section of the clouds. Although it seemed to be coming from above the clouds it was not in the right area for the sun to have caused it and there was a very strange quality about it. Especially when it began to ripple and pulse.

He watched this for several minutes while feeling a tingling energy creeping up and down his spine. He didn’t know why but he was suddenly moved to quietly say, “Ok, I know you’re there.” As soon as he said those words the light pulsed brightly twice and disappeared.

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