Put Another Log On The Fire

[Heartsong]

Heartsong here, reporting in.

Thank you for holding me during my last storm. I'm stronger now.

Today we move Mom into an assisted living environment. It meant a month of going through boxes of possessions that were historical for both her and me. She had been living in an enormous apartment and is going down to a studio apartment. Although forgetful she still has her brilliant mind and a very sharp tongue. As of today she's showing her best side and going gracefully into her new place. She's 95. Although she's determined to "do for herself", she'll have someone take care of her medication and as she needs it, be there for dressing and bathing. According to her Dr, she could live for years or die tomorrow.

Our oak floors were professionally refinished a month ago and our "stuff" is still in boxes while mom's life is sorted. As we remodeled other rooms in our house we uncovered 3/4 solid oak floors, covered by carpet for 50 years. Having 3 rooms refinished meant that we were out of our house for 4 days while the fumes and dust dissipated. The floors are beautiful.

I look forward to planting spring flowers and trips to the beach. There may be a road trip in our future, down south from Oregon to Arizona to Missouri and back via a northern route. Timing depends on the snow in the rockies.

Blessings to all of you and those you love.

[Shadowself]

Good Morning!

Just stopped by today because I've been pondering on things past and present. Future yet to come....

Over all I came to the conclusion as I have many times over that being blessed if even for a short time is the most precious gift and I have truly been blessed.

I am blessed to be in such great company...thank you all...

With that I send you blessings and the art of....

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=6BkT6-CDIjw

[Lost N Found]

Thank you so much Shadowself that is beautiful.

I caught this and it fit me today. A dear brother and I had a conversation about long lost times and the blessings we recieved. I told him that I was just sitting here watching the wheels go round and he sent this to me. Well I am sitting here with tears of yesteryear and I am dreaming even though I have fallen off the the merrry go round and am awake.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=3MmCMPqK9v0

So I give my love to those around this fire and stay warm my brothers and sisters
Steven

[Matthew]

Good song. Tag onto this one. It gives tribute to Lennons classic song Imagine

"You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one"

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=ymGxV6KEtCc

Pushing and shoving indeed as we work out how to share resources and territory like the road at rush hour, or the food counter at lunch. Urban struggles. The battle for good has many fronts. If "as above so below", does it follow "as below so in the forum, the road at rush hour and the queue for fast food"? .. following the fracally unfolding nature of experience. To error on the side of love and mercy but in the morning rush hour traffic before coffee

[Billy]

Hi everyone, the magic of India holds me closely wherever I travel, I arose at 5.30 am this morning to hopefully catch a glimpse of the Solar Eclipse, but the mist did not dispers until afterwards.
Indonesia and surrounding countries had a great event.



Meanwhile back at the ranch, my home in Scotland has been blessed by the Sun in a different way.
Two days ago the Aurora Borealis performed spectacularly.

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Great news Heartsong.

Hugs from India.

[Lost N Found]

Good afternoon fellow campers. Been fishing and caught a few. Had tears in my eyes for days and caught the lights rays. Been lost for so long but got found by a song. Just here to give some love to those that catch a dove. Oh what a day for brothers and sisters.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=eVmpNZ31CXw

And it is a wonderful world

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=A3yCcXgbKrE

And this is just love to all around the campfire
Steven

[RunningDeer]

Posted by Lost N Found (here)
Just here to give some love to those that catch a dove. Oh what a day for brothers and sisters.

♡

[Michelle Marie]

Awesome, Running Dear! Cuz you are dear!!! Love the dove pictures.

I also love the warm feeling behind the words "Brothers and Sisters" that are prevalent on this thread and forum.

So, hello! Brothers and Sisters. I can't seem to keep up, but I stop by often...every chance I get. This is a great forum for spreading love and truth. Truly, we are FREE!

So here's some love from me: feel the blessings!
Michelle Marie

[Michelle Marie]

I just found this thread today.

Great advice from early post: know thySelf and keep the connection to Creator strong (paraphrased)

Thank you for all of the high vibrations from shared music and wisdom. I really appreciate the input from everybody!

Also, noteworthy in the beginning of the thread about purified/awakened brings being targeted. I've realized this to be a true phenomenon. My personal practice-solution is to recognize and utilize my own Divine authority, consciously manage my energy field (maintaining high vibration, closing aura, willful affirmations, etc.)

Practice staying out of fear or taking things personally, forgiving and loving anyway, creating conscious patterns of gratitude, peace, and love. It takes self-monitoring and continual adjustments to get better-and ground that vibration in every moment.

My soul feels more empowered, naturally. A new "instinct" takes over in specific moments sometimes. I just spoke to another person who has experienced this phenomenon. How about you?

Blessings of Peace,
Michelle Marie

[Lost N Found]

Welcome to the campfire Sister Michelle Marie. The fire is warm for all and all are looked for in love. We love to here your stories and shed love to it all.

Brother Steven

[Michelle Marie]

Posted by Lost N Found (here)
Welcome to the campfire Sister Michelle Marie. The fire is warm for all and all are looked for in love. We love to here your stories and shed love to it all.

Brother Steven

Thank you so much for the warm welcome. The fire of love keeps burning stronger in my heart. I'm so glad I'm getting better by overcoming false programming. I'm staying in nature a lot. It's very healing for my heart and soul.

Transmissions of peaceful vibrations and blessings of love and truth are meant to be radiated and shared.

Here's an old poem by "anonymous" that I love:

Love wasn't put in your heart to stay.
Love isn't love 'till you give it away.


Thanks again,
Michelle Marie

[Lost N Found]

Dear Sister RunningDeer, You are such a peach, Thank you for the Doves of love.

Dear Sister Michelle Marie, The Poem you have quoted is so right on. I have always known that love has to flow through and not be trapped in a soul/spirit. when it is trapped and not given back out it turns into hate and becomes very harmful to the one that does not let it flow. Thank you so much for that.

Brother Steven

[Calz]

Keith Emerson of Emerson, Lake & Palmer dies at 71

Thank you for all you have blessed us with ...

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=xKvGVVpj9jQ

[Lost N Found]

The sky feels empty, The days are lonely.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=H4FEn-ZKdDg

Just another brother on his way to eternity
Steven

[Matthew]

Steven, much love
Matthew

[Calz]

Fanfare for the common man ...

Ya think???

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=fK92hdp6u18

[Constance]

My dearest brother Steven,

Big earth shaking hugs to enfold you

all my love,

Constance

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=MHr9CJRhTPk

[Lost N Found]

Well here is a day of sadness, I dreamed all night about Keys. Kept seeing the keys and then watching them transform into something else that would unlock whatever I could stick the key into. Could never find what I could stick a key into but every time I would pick up the changed key I would find myself looking at the process of the key being changed again. So this morning I got up and went looking for some keys I had misplaced and low and behold I found them. They were in plain sight. I have been looking for them since a month ago. Well I guess I have OKD. My twin flame asked what that might be so I told her Obsessive Key Disorder.

I am watching the logs burn out while I stand on a corner waiting for the wind to blow down on me and I wonder.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=HKDPaf40LCw

If I am in Repair.

I feel at a loss or something has been lost, My OKD may be overwhelming me.

I give my deep love to all that still sit here and those that are growing with the new spring.
Brother Steven

[Constance]

I am here too, watching the fire burning and reflecting upon what is unfolding in this life for myself and all.

I am so amazed that you found your keys brother! I really chuckled over you having OKD.

Maybe what appears to be lost is just the key in transformation.

A song literally came out of the ether this morning and into my head and heart.

The song came after I read your post Steven and listened to the heartfelt song you posted. As I have not heard it for maybe 30 or so years, I looked it up and this is what I found...

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=dRvv8dk6a0A

When I saw it from the divine; our future selves guiding and beckoning us on; I was blown away.


with much love to all around the campfire,

Constance

[Lost N Found]

Thank you my dear Constance.The magic of love runs deep and wide with cool clear waters. In the other frame (William is a gift to us all).

You have coined and opened something with my OKD, Yes I found a lost part and a key does fit and for all around this campfire I am throwing a log on it to keep the fire burning. So here is a beginning and some continuance.

A story about good and bad times and Fishing

I was born into a blessed time. A mid century baby that entered this world in something called the beginnings of Camelot. I don’t know if that was real or not but I began to grow up in an era of peace and joy. Sure there was another war happening but to me it did not exist. My parents both had grown up on farms and ranches and went to school in small towns My Father was the ninth child of ten in his family and he was almost the youngest. My Mother was the older of two children in her family and she grew up on a ranch riding horses and doing all that a child does on a ranch. My Grandpa on Dad’s side was a Blacksmith but I never got to meet him in life because he passed before I was born. My other Grandparents were around a lot in my younger years so I did get to experience them.

Okay those are the beginnings and growing towards 6 years old I lived on a large farm in Colorado. As a child I was always doing things. We always went swimming in the drain ditches and rivers, There were small ponds and lakes around that all the kids would gravitate to and have fun. When I was old enough to walk and talk life was all about exploring. So I more than likely was running around in diapers playing in the dirt and doing what ever a baby boy could find to do. That big farm I was growing up on had Hugh fields of fresh vegetables. I would take a shaker of salt and go into the tomato fields and eat them off the vines. I miss that so much in this today’s life. My older brother and I would wade through the irrigated fields and I remember one time trying to cross an electric fence as we had waded through a field of water. My brother was really a snot and told me to hold the fence open so he could get through first. Grabbing hold of a 3 volt wire while barefoot, standing in water, can make one pee themselves fairly fast. Hey that can be a bad time. Never did that again and did get even with my brother by hitting him with a fresh cow pie. When we climbed over that fence we did not know at the time that a very large bull was on the other side so the chase that ensued from that was quite exhilarating. I could talk for along time about that place but I was only five when we moved to a farm that my dad had purchased. He actually built the house we all moved into. The farm was 17 acres smack dab in the middle of 640 acres of fruit trees. Okay so I got to grow up eating fresh fruit and vegetables.

Living on the smaller farm was a complete all learning experience, something that may be long gone in today’s world but then again I could be totally wrong. I do know that I did not have TV or IPhones or any electronics of any kind as I grew up. What we had was the great out doors, freedom to roam from sunup to sundown and if we did not show up for dinner our butts turned red from a well placed hand. We learned all about animals and how they lived and in turn we had dogs and cats and horses and goats and chickens and you name it that we loved and they loved us. We had friends from miles around and we would either go to their homes or they would come to our homes and our parents all watched out for us. Other times and this was a lot, we would go to other places to explore. Okay the whippings could be considered bad times but we survived and learned and there was always love given with them. My mother could hand large doses of love to all of us. As I said we did not have the distractions of today’s world. We learned how to be one with the land and it gave us everything we needed and more.

Here is some of that giving, Fresh peaches, fresh apples, fresh pears and cherries. Mother Nature gave us corn, carrots and all the other fresh vegetables. We learned how to grow our own food and we learned how to can it also. My favorite tree when I was the little whipper snapper was the Cherry tree. I started climbing those trees at a very young age and always loved to climb trees. My mother would send us kids up and down the irrigation ditches to cut the baby asparagus for dinner. Talk about yummy stuff. My Dad had two tractors and an old 30’s something truck that had a flatbed and dual wheels. He would let us kids drive the tractors and showed us how to drive the truck. Harvest time was always the best time for us. We learned how to prune the fruit trees for the next year’s growth. We learned how to cut wood for the fireplace and we learned how to make things from wood. We even made our own toy’s most of the time. These things we did and never thought that it was not a natural thing for us to do. As we grew older we did learn the difference between good and bad and let me tell you if we did something bad we learned real quickly just how bad it was. Sure we heard from Momma during the day if we did something bad, “Just wait till you father gets home” Well, Father would say the same thing but mostly learning was handed out on the spot and the love was handed out with it so we knew the difference. The farm we lived on was surrounded by a large fruit tree farm and the two people that were caretakers were awesome kind folk, I called them grandma and grandpa. I used to go up to grandma’s house and she would cook biscuits for me and make the best tasting white gravy and we would sit around eating biscuits and gravy while we talked about life. She was such a sweet woman and I loved her. To this day I remember those folks, Jess and Pearl.

Here are some of those bad things I learned lessons from. When I was around 7 years we had neighbor kids we played with a lot, Just north of our farm was a Hugh drain ditch. The farmers would dredge it every year and feed their crops through irrigation ditches that were piped from it. Well to say the least, the dredging affect left large mounds of soil on each side of the water course and the mounds would have high peaks and deep valleys. So one year we got together with the neighbor kids and found a bunch of boards and proceeded to build a walkway from one peak to the next. We all pitched in and built something that looked like a trestle. The walk way was a 2x12 board and we supported it with 2x4’s and what ever kind of wood boards we could find. Well we used duplex nails if you know what those are. That is like a 16p or 20p nail that has two heads on it so you can’t drive it completely into the wood. Well here comes the bad part. Once we got this trestle built we were taking turns walking across it. Those nails we used were sticking out all over this thing. My turn came to cross the walk so I was standing on the end waiting for the kid in front of me to get across when some one bumped me from behind and I slipped off the board. My foot slid of the side and it was about 1 foot to the dirt at that point. I felt a pain as my leg slipped down and I rolled down the bank. As I lay there I pulled my pant leg up and sure enough there was a deep gash in the side of my ankle. That duplex head had ripped my leg open. I just sat there looking at it until my snot of a brother yelled that my guts were falling out. That is when I started bawling very loudly and Brother snot ran to get my Dad. Well needless to say I had to go to the hospital and get stitched up. My Dad was not happy and made us tear down the walkway. So that was my first scar in life or should I say in this life because I have other scars that maybe don’t look like much but I did not do anything in this time line to receive them. (Bad time) More to follow as it floats to the forefront.