Monthly Archives: June 2016

611 same morning 6-23-16 (go to 580 for key word search)

i wife benevolent idea flesh intimacy love nest cosmos baptized

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610 Merely a morning 6-23-16 (go to 580 for key word search)

I, waking beside my wife, pray to a sentient, benevolent, Idea who became Flesh, dwelling among us to create an intense intimacy between creatures and Creator, as she spoons incarnated love to feed my hungry soul, and a shaded morning … Continue reading

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609 Dorothys amazing discovery 6-5-16 (see 580 for key word search

“Well, Toto, maybe we’re even further from Kansas than we thought! There, the Carni came to town, hucksters awaited the suckers wandering the midway, the lights blinking, the Ferris Wheel whirling. The rubes put down their dimes on the numbers … Continue reading

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608 Malchus complains 6-4-16 (go to 580 for key words)

“It must be a slow news day at the Gaza Gazette! That reporter keeps knocking on my door… He wants to know about the ear and if that man did what is rumored he did! I am not sure enough … Continue reading

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607 A casual miracle June 4, ’16 (see 580 for key words)

A casual miracle in a deadly garden. An ear, sliced. A High Priests now one eared slave looks down, shocked, at his ear, bloody, on the ground. Then this man, a malcontent, a blasphemer, bends down, picks up the gory … Continue reading

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606 Malchus’ Ear June 3, ’16 (go to 580 key word search)

After he begged his Father to let the bitter cup pass from Him, unemptied, He saw the bloody wine, still. He did not hear cup shatter as He had hoped. So, with a congruence of wills, Jesus took it from … Continue reading

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605 yes, there was such a place. May 30, ’16. (see 580 for key word search)

They had no where to come from. All their places now, erased. Tank track, boot beaten, crushed country roads and boulevards. Smoking hulks of cities, bombed to brick bulks. Small villages where life lived well until death found the farms … Continue reading

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