As above so below in the family tree. Mother - Daughter healing in the blink of an I AM, using Mandelbrot's fractal theory.

I like puzzles. When I was younger, I had a big dot-to-dot book. When I received the book, I was excited and planned to complete each picture, including coloring them, one at a time.

What I discovered was that the act of figuring out what the picture was turned out to be enough for me to want to move on to the next one. I started coloring the first one, but never actually finished it. There were just too many undiscovered pages left to explore!

I am finding that this methodology has translated into my life as a series of incomplete projects. I have started writing four books, but it seems as though as soon as I figure out what I'm going to write about, I'm "over it" and ready to learn something new. Outlining the intention of the books is about as far as I have been able to get so far.

Is that necessarily a bad thing? Part of me says yes. Part says no.

Therein lies the conflict. The friction.

Certainly, starting and not completing projects doesn't get one ahead in this world, does it? Or does it really matter in the grand scheme of things?

The thought process that interferes with me now is that there is already so much information available, what do I have to offer that's different? Plus, there are so many people in this world who are so much smarter and in tune than I am, again, what do I have to offer that's different?

Frequently I find that when I am writing about a point of view or sudden "aha" moment, during the ensuing research process I find that there is a plethora of information about this very point of view already published and readily available.

Which in itself poses another set of questions; Are these points of view or "aha" moments really mine, or did I just tap into the universal frequency where they've been residing all along? Am I experiencing someone else's "aha" moment simultaneously? Am I really tapped into this higher frequency I've been learning about, where one "knows all things"?

Written in 2000; still applies today......

He Weeps

As the whole world sleeps, He weeps.

He weeps for the diseases we've spread,
For the things we've killed, for the paths we tread.

He weeps for the morals we've lost
For our infidelities, for the lives we've tossed.

He weeps for the lies we've told
For our tales of violence, for our greed of gold.

He weeps for the war we've wreaked
For our fountains of blood, for our prey on the weak.

He weeps for the terror we've instilled
For our rape of faith, for our hate revealed.

And still, when the dawn breaks, He smiles
He opens His arms, He closes the miles

He spreads forth His light from above
He fills us with peace, He offers His Love

And as the world sleeps, He weeps.

STILL

I am so still.
Night before last,
I ate cake beside her grave
And rifled through vivid memories
In the mausoleum where he lay curled up.
Clear understanding nudged at me gently
While I reached for the comfort of knowledge.

I am so still.
Last night, I sat beside her grave
And she accompanied me to the mausoleum
Where he lay curled up among his memories.
The window opened wide to the cool night air
Where I played as a child and, now, I watched me.
Understanding came from her but naught from her lips.

I dreamed of cake and it was sweet.
I dreamed of memories and they were clear.
I dreamed of knowledge and it was poetry.
I dreamed of me and I was the child.
I dreamed of Death and it was gentle.
I am so still.

By Rea Fielden
© Copyright 2001

This is an excerpt from a message delivered October 19, 2007 by Pastor Ricky Kurth.

Think about the implications of this in your daily life. How many things do you do just because, without knowing why. Begin to question your motives, because ultimately YOU are the one who is to be responsible for your own actions.

"The danger of tradition is well illustrated in the story that is told about five monkeys who were placed in a cage, with a banana hanging from the ceiling, and stairs placed underneath it. When one monkey climbed up for the banana, however, all five were immediately sprayed with water, treatment apparently not welcome among primates! This chastening was repeated so frequently and so immediately that soon if any monkey tried to climb the stairs, the others would begin to beat him. Eventually the group would take action against a perpetrator even without being sprayed with water.

"At this point one of the monkeys was replaced, and the new arrival of course headed straight for the banana. He too was beaten and soon learned that reaching for the banana was unacceptable behavior. Then another ape was exchanged, and when he too reached for the banana, the others pummeled him, even the first replacement. Eventually all the apes were replaced, and all would batter any monkey that dared offend, even though none of them had ever been sprayed with water! They acted simply in obedience to a deeply entrenched tradition, passed on to them by those that came before them, without knowing why they were enforcing it."

Yeah, that's what I thought too. Yikes!