1:05 am
December 26, 2010

Went to sleep in a stupor.
Ate a combination of foods without any
concern for how it might affect the
possibility of 1000 years of peace.

Threw in the towel without knowing it.
Ate in my own house no less that
four pieces of pound cake with some
white chocolate pieces.

Now it is raining,
Thank God.
Thank God for this pain
in my left jaw,
a pain I have not felt
here for a number of years
in the crevice where I open my mouth.

Maybe I have not been opening my mouth
or saying enough truth these past few days
when Christmas reigned upon the earth.

The holiest things I heard came from Anna's mouth.
That was good. She orchestrated the meal.
It happened late.

I started to watch The Santa Clause with Tim Allen,
one of my favorite movies.
I watched it on TV in part earlier in the day.
I cried watching it. I do not remember crying this
much before.

I could have made it out to the Rodriguez Family
for Christmas. That was my plan,
but I did not go.

I thought I would take Yannie and the Mother of Yannie
with me, but she thought she would stay home and bond.
My inspiration was to do to the farm and take her
for a breathe of fresh air and a taste of spirituality.
She said she was in, but when it was time later
she thought it would be best to stay.

The energetic mass that determined my not going
was catching up with J.M.
He had a lot to unload. He was holding a lot
inside the past three or four days.

I took time to listen and include him in my
worldview. Doing so, was a factor in how the day played
out.

By the time 4 pm came, I was laying down.
I started to watch "The Santa Clause."
The theme of believing in something touched me deeply,
so much so that I wanted to take this in
even more than take the trek alone 50 minutes
to the farm.

There would have been 38 kids there.
It would have been a time to check in on the future of the farm
and give Joe Sr some StayActiv for his arthritis.

I got absorbed in what was not working here.
There is so much of that here.

I repeated to J.M. " I want to stay here, but I am not
willing to do that unless we can work through some of the insanity."

THE PACIFIC SYMPOSIUM DECISION

The Pacific Symposium 2010 made a Sacred Sound.
J.M. found an excuse not to go and hear it.
Anna came down and helped for numbers of days,
but could not get through the spiritual Gate on the final
day when the spiritual energy was at its peak.
Arriella Shira came down that day, and it was a broken field run.

I did not know how I would tear down.
I missed some cues. I had mis steps that were costly.
I did not know where the charger was for my cell phone
for a couple days. That translated into hundreds of dollars
worth of energy being received.

I can count the energetic blocks that translated
into funds that could have been received not coming into
my baskets.

"Basket" is a spiritual term as well as a literal term.
It means a container that is tightly woven enough in
all four worlds to receive and hold the energy.

BILL TALL WISDOM

Bill Tall, of City Farmer was saying that when it rains,
he likes it because it shows the leaks.

There are a ton of leaks now between the worlds
of Seed, Seeding, and Planting, here and everywhere.



WATER WATER EVERYWHERE

I have a spiritual agreement with the Mother Earth.
When it rains, I gather it.

I just got up to catch some.
It is falling nicely.
There is a lot of rain to catch.


PRACTICAL RAIN GATHERING

What is wrong with this picture?
Our area is in drought.
Enough rain has fallen in the last week
to fill every reservoir we have in the county
and, and, if we each cared, could have each
captured enough water to turn off our faucets
for close to 80% of the need.

It is disrespectful that we use drinking water
from the pipe for so many uses that do not require
drinking water.

We do not respect water at all.
We run it through pipes and turn it into something
other than what it can be.

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA THAT WATER IS HOLY?

Have you any idea about the spirituality of water?
How connected water is.

Where are my Omoto books?
Oh there they are!
I got them from the publisher,
Richard of Beyond Words Publishing.

WATER HAS MEMORY

I know I am rambling.
Better ramble now than feel the grief,
that I am not yet doing here what could be here.

The Holiest inspiration
of Christmas was shunned
on Christmas Eve Day.

I did not know how to present it.
it was shunned. It turned into a
leak that showed one more thing
that needs to be cleaned up here.

1:28 am
December 26

CHRISTMAS MIRACLE STORY

I did not have time this morning to tell
about the Christmas Miracle.
There was too much to capture me.

The Christ is still waiting to be born
in my life this Christmas.

Christmas Miracle,
a story written by Leslie Goldman,
Your Enchanted Gardener
for Christmas 2010.

CHRISTMAS MIRACLE STORY
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