Start a ripple!

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Sometimes in life, often when down or discouraged, it’s been my privilege, by some strange heavenly device, to catch a glimpse of the fruit of words or actions long forgotten. It has always astounded and encouraged me.  Most have little idea just how far that kind word or deed may travel and what wonderful fruit it may bare in the life of others.

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from September 2014

Song Bird Songs

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Thoughts, like ripples passing through the water, catching at the strands of the “web”, echoing through its canyons, bouncing from one source to another as the circles grow bigger encompassing more minds, more blogs, more pages, more twitters.
Careening through iron and bamboo curtains, navigating the globe in seconds, they expand or sink into oblivion, drops, though sinking beneath the surface, adding their tiny substance to the rising water levels.
Like notes of far off songs they collide with each other, battles fought on clinking keys and I pads. Thoughts are powerful and dangerous things.

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A walk with the Dream Master. (Dream master4)

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“Can we go walking?” she asked in the depths of a troubled dream.
“Of course, come,” he answered, “just reach out your hand.” An icy precipice stood before her feet.
“Its not really there,” he whispered, “you just think it is, so for you it’s real, like the gap between our worlds”. Taking his hand she stepped over.
“Now, let’s walk. See the snow is deep here. That’s when you leave the deepest, longest lasting marks, when the snows of life are deep. Look out over the valley and realise how far you’ve come. It feels a little lonely, but this is where you can hear my voice best, also the voices of others”.
“Let’s go higher.” Transforming like spirits they soar upward. “Up here we can see much but leave no footprints for others to follow. It would be easier for you if I brought you here, you could watch over all your loved ones, but you could no longer communicate and there’d be no footprints for them to follow,” He says. “Do not mind the difficulties and the cold, I’m here to help you find a way through, and others may follow”.
“Look down at the snow and see the tracks you and others have made.” The valley was full of interwoven patterns mapping the snow.

I’m Not American But…

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I copied this from an American friend. Unfortunately I believe this statement to be true. I don’t know all the intricacies of the American electoral system but I question how can  there be real democracy when so much money is needed in campaign funds etc.? Politicians cannot afford to offend their donors. If elections can be held here (UK) without these corporate backers why not there?

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ripples

Thoughts, like ripples passing through the water, catching at the strands of the “web”, echoing through its canyons, bouncing from one source to another as the circles grow bigger encompassing more minds, more blogs, more pages, more twitters.
Careening through iron and bamboo curtains, navigating the globe in seconds, they expand or sink into oblivion, drops, though sinking beneath the surface, adding their tiny substance to the rising water levels.
Like notes of far off songs they collide with each other, battles fought on clinking keys and I pads. Thoughts are powerful and dangerous things.