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The sad thing is that, though the Collective Capacity is universal, not everyone accesses, feels, believes, or even wants to partake of what it does. Because death’s negative energy is prevalent, despair grows within a person and replaces all choices… Continue Reading →
When I attend funerals, I watch people lined up like ants locked on to a food source, hoping for inspiration to find words to heal wounds. But none come. Instead of helping, the drone of the “I’m sorry’s” and “Is… Continue Reading →
It’s been thirty-one (31) years since my grandmother passed away. When I think of her, I still become choked up and how much my family and I lost with her passing. She was my family’s cornerstone and when cancer took… Continue Reading →
The other morning, while visiting my grandmother’s grave, I lifted a pinecone off of her headstone. I looked at it’s woody cradles and cursed its audacity: It covered the “Que” from the Madrecita Querida inscription and I launched that pinecone… Continue Reading →
I hear people talking about how crappy the world is and how it’s all going to blow up soon. But then I’ll attend a birthday party or some other function, and I’ll witness tremendous joy and happiness. Even if only… Continue Reading →
I saw a homeless man, hunched over, in what appeared to be his attempt to ward off the cold wind. I called out to him, but he either didn’t hear me or wasn’t aware of my existence. I came within… Continue Reading →
I’ve spent hours watching spiders spin webs, wait, and then blast anything that lands in those webs with a shot of venom. Maybe I need some hobbies, but spider watching is among the most beautiful sights in nature to me. … Continue Reading →
The best definition of power I’ve ever come across is that power is a knowing and active participation in change. Many times, a person who ends up addicted to a substance really had no clue what he or she was… Continue Reading →
People shuffled around me as I attempted to offer condolences to a man whose committed suicide. I didn’t know the man; he’s a friend of my wife’s and I had never met him before his son’s funeral. But in his… Continue Reading →
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