b38 (2.1-5.2005): brain

brain [1]

by ifionly h. adone

maybe i’d be special
maybe i’d be sane
maybe i’d be human (if i only had a brain)

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• then again, maybe it’s the brain’s senses that propagate the insane notion of separation and special-ness.

• if it doesn’t make sense, then it’s probably out of this world.

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martino, j. (2-1.5-2005). brain. book 39: Ahhhhhhs. © 2005 by joal martino.

* graphic from somewhere on the internet.  all kudos to the wizard of oz (the move-ie) and wicked (the musical/play). 

* isn't All of this a grand Play?

b36 (12.2-1.2004): no-i-tu-love

no-i-tu-love                            
by b. ackwards
 
it’s evolution (backwards)
a fight (below, above)
and you don’t have to love it, ‘cause there is no-i-tu-Love
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• the small i is an illusion: a mere prosthetic of the I Am.

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martino, j. (12-3.1-2004). no-i-tu-love. book 37: little monsters. © 2004 by wellnesseducation.us

b34 (9.28.2004): dear friends

dear friends 

 
the purpose of this letter is to express my thanks to all of you who had even the smallest influence on my life here.  the time (whether perceived as good or not-as-good) was well spent.  it has been a fun journey.  it has been a growth experience.  it has been a sharing dance of people, trying to figure out how to re-turn to Love.
 
now that i’m no longer “earth-bound,” please know that i’ve re-turned to the Source of love and re-connected with it.  know that, if i can (and i truly believe that i can), i will stand beside your physical self (if you want me to) in your future times of perceived anxiety and pain.
 
this world is not the end, and this is not the end of the world.  this is a playground.  this is a Dream, of sorts… and an illusion, at best.  this is a tip of the tip of the iceberg, and no-thing more.
 
but…while this world seems insignificant, compared to that which lies beyond this… at this level, every, single momentary experience matters.  at any instant, any one of us can change the world, simply by changing our thoughts about the world.
 
have a little fun as you dance.  please step on a few toes (for me).  continue to dance, ever learning to step a little more lightly, and a little more in synch with the myriad of dance-partners that our earth-school provides.
 
angels often come disguised …as “those who push my buttons.”  let’s think of those “button-pushers” as angels who show me what and where my biggest fears are… for the soul purpose or re-membering that those fears are but illusions of darkness.  re-member that darkness does not even exist, when we en-Light-en the room.
 
there is nothing to fear.
 
if you want to grieve my passing, do as you want.  however… i’d rather have you celebrate my Freedom, my coming Home, my re-turn, my re-Membering, my re-Solution, my re-Creation.  i’m the one who should feel bad for all of you – entrapped inside a limited shell of a miraculous, yet error-prone physical body.  but i don’t feel bad for you, because i know that you are simply dancing your dance, dreaming your dream, and living your own, personal virtual reality drama.
 
do it your way!
 
you can’t not.
 
i love you,
love,
lenny
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[1] martineau, l. (9.28.2004). dear friends. book 34: sunny sky. copyright by wellnesseducation.us