The Intuitive

They have extra sensory perception.  They can hear outside the normal decibel level, see beyond the normal spectrum of light and feel the winds of change before they blow. 

Knocking on Heavens Door

Becoming accustomed to uncomfortable situations may leave us comfortable in pain

Hamming it up used to be something Milton Berle did that made me smile, now its an art form painting ugly pictures of egos gone wild

Getting someplace I think I should be is my illusion, because when I was supposedly there I had no idea where I was anyway

I don't mind being a nut job as long as I do a great job.

We make decisions based on emotions and justify them with logic even if there isn't enough logic to go around.

When good fortune shines on you, blame it on somebody else.

Whenever I bite into Swiss cheese it the holes I taste.

Answer the Door Please

Silent scorn is using thoughts as a deadly weapon.

Whenever you talk to yourself make sure someone you love and trust is listening

When I hear talk behind someone’s back I can hear the talk behind mine.

When I feel uneasy in my center zone, I ask my sub conscious if its an alarm I need to wake up to. 

The acid test to patience and tolerance is answering the same questions over and over and over. I love you Dad.

How did I know I married an angel?  After purgatory and hell, well you just know.

Thin slices off life give me the love and appreciation I never gave attention to when only the past and future existed for me.

Forbidden fruit looks appetizing and delicious but leave it alone; it’s in someone else’s bowl.

Siring a child is just about the biggest responsibility God can hand you.  Those entrusted to me that I didn't, I mark fragile because they are on loan from heavens library.

The grass is always greener because there’s no seeding and no mowing.

When I don't raise my voice to meet another’s, a number of things occur:  I hear the truth, I hear the lie and I hear the distortion and best of all I hear what I really want to say.

God only gives us what we can handle and if I drop it I must have done it on purpose.

I really don't know what pain is. Because God has spared me until I am ready.

I never really did anything myself, I just showed up and when I listened I did the right thing and when I didn't I landed some place else.

Its Christmas time and the scrooge in me feel like I am bleeding green, but no one has ever died being a Christmas donor.

Have you ever been lied about put on a spit and then believed the hoax?  Acknowledge your part and the universe will handle all the punishment necessary.

Whenever I get the free time to wait in line, I will put it to good use and pause to be grateful to truly realize I am not in control.

Wednesdays Knocks

When the blindfold of fear engulfs us, the other four senses make up fictional accounts of reality...



When someone bleeds you don't have to let it stain your shirt...

Think you're cross-addicted? Don't complicate the facts; once your shoe is untied you don't have half a knot…

Sunday Knocks

I haven’t opened the box nor pulled off the wrapping, merely pulling on the ribbon.

When fantasy becomes reality, it rarely lives up to what the mind has conjured up.

Use words with care; arrows shot complacently can damage hearts as well as minds.

The pen is mightier than the sword mainly because the bleeding is internal.

When the body reacts to artificial feelings, they suffocate and die unless we administer oxygen. 




Secrets are only dirty when they are whispered to everyone except the one person who can make it clean

A washwoman gets everyone’s laundry dirty.

Email

Electronic mail, the high priestess of 21^st century communications leaves a lot to be desired as even the most ardent of devotees of it might agree.  One characteristic about it that I find particularly disturbing is that it carries with it a degree of arrogance by the sender. It’s as if e-mail is universal and taken for granted that everyone uses it and it  doesn’t matter if you like it or not. Phrases like: “Didn’t you get my e-mail” abound especially in the workplace as it seems to have replaced good old tried and true face to face communiqués.  What it has done to the written word however cannot begin to be calculated.  Once regarded as a wonder of man’s invention it now has become it’s own bureaucracy. Yes of course it’s more efficient in the world of multi-tasking but how far do we go in depersonalizing our own existence?  When we go to our mailbox at the end of the drive or in the downstairs hallway we know instinctively how to separate junk mail from the items that we must pay heed to.  Now however our being able to discern what is truth and what is fiction has taken a scurrilous turn. 

When was the last time you sat down and actually wrote a letter to someone just out of your automobiles capabilities?  I would venture to say it might be a long time. Oh I guess you still might send a card with your John Hancock for someone’s birthday but outside of that we seem to prefer touching others electronically which is totally devoid of human emotion. Yes we can add some new age anagrams and smiley’s but even those attachments are no more intimate than the greetings we exchange with familiar faces.  

Concentration Without Strain

At first as I tried to strike it I was hurrying my stick around the bowl and then often losing contact with the rim but as I adjusted I found that the slower I went the louder the ringing and the easier it was to maintain contact with the rim   A very nice lesson here in concentration without strain in fact concentration became relaxation. 

Suspension of Faith

Frightening expectations never manifest themselves with the same intensity our imagination creates, and the reason we submit to the fear is simply the suspension of faith

Blind Sight

         My sight can be the most limiting sense I possess because it’s sight that can so easily blind my intuition.

Predicaments

         Predicaments are houses we build with no doors or windows.

The Fourth Eye

When the smoke clears the vision is complete.  The parts of the scene I haven’t seen but instinctively know about have a way of lighting on my frontal lobe in the most peculiar way.  It is usually a visual with fleeting images that I can more feel than anything else. I don’t need to think as these beacons although occulting are nonetheless like disappearing ink, they make like strobe lights almost as if they are ghosts with plenty of form although I could walk through them as well. 

The Listener

          Whenever you talk to yourself make sure someone you love and trust is listening

The Enchanter

          The magician saws the woman in half, the illusionist levitates her but the enchanter brings her love to life.