I feel the need to place twenty questions at rest in favor of honoring the courageous, generosity of spirit with which President Nelson Mandela consciously chose to live his life, and in memory of the passing of such a deep-hearted human being, who, like you and me, had begun as an innocent babe, my train of thought took flight ...
With open arms, Socrates smiles and says: Welcome old friend. I see you were summoned up here, as was I, before completing your work on Earth. So, when do you think they'll get it?
After like-minds rejoice in each other's warm embrace, Mandela's spirit smiles sagely while assuaging Socrates' concern for the well being of mankind:
It's happening, my friend. They're getting it.
How can you tell?
'They' attempted to silence deeper truth by condemning you to death but released my voice to live and rise to leadership, anew.
With that, both sages take turns offering up strings of insight into mankind's slow journey toward progress as each generation empowers the next to inspire their young to re-ignite intuition's eternal flame, which quests toward freedoms that prove mutually respectful of you and me. I mean, if we glance back across the time line we, too, shall see how each next generation promises to propel young leadership to accomplish brotherhood's short range goals, little by little, while working, step by step, to achieve long-range goals that had been beyond the mind sets of their parents' comprehension. And that insight into reality puts the minds of both idealists at rest.
At some point, they feel so eager to voice deeply complex thoughts to an open minded bird of a feather that they find themselves expressing identical insights into love, life and leadership, simultaneously. Though this makes two, old friends smile in amusement, like-minds can't help but grow pensive, knowing how complex life and love and leadership and … loss … can get.
After a brief moment of silence in which these fast friends remain lost in the complexity of their own thoughts, Nelson smiles, kindly … and re-engaging with Socrates, the younger sage says: You have been sorely missed, old friend. Then with an assenting nod of his noggin, Socrates, who has been stroking his long, white beard while considering the depth of each insight voiced by heaven's newest recruit, opens his mouth to respond at the exact moment when, lucky for me, my spirit, which feels at half mast, happens to be seeking guidance from spirits-of-sages-through-the-ages whose panoramic views of life and love and leadership and loss inject my mind with positive focus whenever my spirit suffers a slump. And as timing is everything, I am blessed to look up and see Socrates pick up a baton at the very moment when Mandela's voice has been silenced, because his train of thought has had sound reason to suddenly shift gears …
If you ask why Mandela's voice is silenced when his train of thought has suddenly had sound reason to shift gears, here is what I'd reply: Unexpectedly,heaven's newest recruit feels startled by the sprouting of wings. Then while an astonishing halo of enlightened illumination is encircling the host of insights, filed in ABC order within Nelson's wise head, I hear heaven's newest recruit exclaim right out loud: Holy smokes! I didn't believe this stuff really happens! I don't deserve this! I'm just an imperfect person …
At this, Socrates, chuckles and says: I felt exactly the same way when I sprouted mine, and it took lots of reassurance on the part of angels, who'd ascended long before my arrival to reconcile myself to the fact that, in fact, we each earn our just desserts—and if you check to see if the name tag on this pair of wings says Nelson Mandela then no one deserves them as much as you do.
While Nelson is checking out his name tag, the older sage takes a closer look at his friend's baton and, lo and behold, he recognizes it to be the very same one that he had passed forward to his disciple, Plato. At this, the mind of the older sage reminisces back to that earlier century on the time line, and when my faithful friend gives voice to thoughts, which Nelson, still lost in a state of astonishment, feels too confounded to take in, my sense of clarity hangs on to every word uttered by Socrates, who is suggesting that profound changes take more time than we can believe, which is why intuition directs each of us to focus our minds upon imparting wisdom, insight by insight, into today's innocent, open, young minds in hopes of expanding yesterday's narrow attitudes, which, based in anxious mind sets, had been written in stone. And knowing how often differing mindsets have separated one good hearted soul from another good hearted soul for thousands of years, Socrates' wise old head shakes slowly back and forth until I hear my friend say with a sigh: If people only knew how much love the heart can give and receive, we'd all feel free to cherish each other as the treasure that every person can become once self discovery catches on …
Upon considering and agreeing wholeheartedly with Socrates' train of thought, I feel reassured to know that deep thinkers will continue to inspire each next generation to expand tomorrow's thinking patterns in hopes that well educated parents, teachers and world leaders will inspire children around the world to feel less fearful and thus less intolerant, concerning differences … more appreciative of each other's inter-connective strengths. And though the reason that my spirit is flying at half mast, today, remains unchanged, my mind can't help but smile to know that we each have the potential to be instrumental in passing Socrates' baton of heartfelt fellowship forward in hopes of sweeping internal storms to kingdom come so that when the sun comes out tomorrow, here, there and everywhere, we'll stop raining on our own parades.
(I know, I know … my sense of idealism is running away with my mind—but in the absence of idealism, our need to pass the baton of fellowship forward will surely get stuck in a rut, spinning its wheels, and as angels do not exist on Earth, I, being imperfectly human, have no halo or wings with which to fly from soul to soul, imparting knowledge here, there, everywhere … concerning stringing insights together until bigger pictures grow clear … and as the revolting thought of so many being blind to picking up the baton irritates my sense of inner peace, I soothe the heartfelt, achy-breaky parts of my soul by mustering the humility and courage to bare this saga of my life in hopes of philosophizing my belief in the power of positive focus inspiring change for the better in home after home, and to that end, I pop up on your screen, hoping that a post a day keeps the blindness at bay—sooo …
Here I am, yet again, hoping to impart strings of insight, passed down through the ages, in hopes of inspiring you to look upward toward positively-focused-thoughts-of-your-own-making for this reason: Every time I fill my mind with a train of thought that floats my sense of hope, my spirit has sound reason to remind me to feel like a lucky duck, who works consistently toward connecting the love in my heart with love that flows freely both near and far, no matter what tomorrow may or may not bring …
As writing a post a day recharges my battery, and as my day is just beginning, I'm about to recharge my iPad, toss the quilt aside, arise from my bed, fling open the drapes and embrace this new day by smiling brightly up at the sun, which consistently rises to the east of my mountain, which consistently reaches up toward the azure blue of the desert sky, which at times is bound to cloud up until, once again, the power of positive thought, coupled with self trust, inspires sunny feelings of hope to smile mindfully anew—even though I have no clue as to what the future may hold …
And as birds of a feather fly together, guess who just flew in on wings, soaring with thoughts of love, in time to join Socrates and Mandela, who are about to enjoy a spot of tea and blueberry scones, topped with clotted cream? Several close friends, all of whom have proved to be legends, each in his/her own time, namely—The Bard, Gandhi, Lincoln, King, Mother Teresa and last but definitely not least—Helen—No, silly! Not Helen of Troy—Helen Keller, for goodness sakes!
Quoting King: I have a dream …
Quoting Helen: Life is either a great adventure or else it is nothing
Quoting Lincoln: You can fool some of the people some of the time …
Quoting The Bard: To know thyself or not—that is the question ;)
Quoting Gandhi: Be the change you wish for the world
And that's quite enough for today, except for one last thought:
I hope you can feel my spirit wishing yours a wonderous, five star day …
Your forever friend,
:) Annie
With open arms, Socrates smiles and says: Welcome old friend. I see you were summoned up here, as was I, before completing your work on Earth. So, when do you think they'll get it?
After like-minds rejoice in each other's warm embrace, Mandela's spirit smiles sagely while assuaging Socrates' concern for the well being of mankind:
It's happening, my friend. They're getting it.
How can you tell?
'They' attempted to silence deeper truth by condemning you to death but released my voice to live and rise to leadership, anew.
With that, both sages take turns offering up strings of insight into mankind's slow journey toward progress as each generation empowers the next to inspire their young to re-ignite intuition's eternal flame, which quests toward freedoms that prove mutually respectful of you and me. I mean, if we glance back across the time line we, too, shall see how each next generation promises to propel young leadership to accomplish brotherhood's short range goals, little by little, while working, step by step, to achieve long-range goals that had been beyond the mind sets of their parents' comprehension. And that insight into reality puts the minds of both idealists at rest.
At some point, they feel so eager to voice deeply complex thoughts to an open minded bird of a feather that they find themselves expressing identical insights into love, life and leadership, simultaneously. Though this makes two, old friends smile in amusement, like-minds can't help but grow pensive, knowing how complex life and love and leadership and … loss … can get.
After a brief moment of silence in which these fast friends remain lost in the complexity of their own thoughts, Nelson smiles, kindly … and re-engaging with Socrates, the younger sage says: You have been sorely missed, old friend. Then with an assenting nod of his noggin, Socrates, who has been stroking his long, white beard while considering the depth of each insight voiced by heaven's newest recruit, opens his mouth to respond at the exact moment when, lucky for me, my spirit, which feels at half mast, happens to be seeking guidance from spirits-of-sages-through-the-ages whose panoramic views of life and love and leadership and loss inject my mind with positive focus whenever my spirit suffers a slump. And as timing is everything, I am blessed to look up and see Socrates pick up a baton at the very moment when Mandela's voice has been silenced, because his train of thought has had sound reason to suddenly shift gears …
If you ask why Mandela's voice is silenced when his train of thought has suddenly had sound reason to shift gears, here is what I'd reply: Unexpectedly,heaven's newest recruit feels startled by the sprouting of wings. Then while an astonishing halo of enlightened illumination is encircling the host of insights, filed in ABC order within Nelson's wise head, I hear heaven's newest recruit exclaim right out loud: Holy smokes! I didn't believe this stuff really happens! I don't deserve this! I'm just an imperfect person …
At this, Socrates, chuckles and says: I felt exactly the same way when I sprouted mine, and it took lots of reassurance on the part of angels, who'd ascended long before my arrival to reconcile myself to the fact that, in fact, we each earn our just desserts—and if you check to see if the name tag on this pair of wings says Nelson Mandela then no one deserves them as much as you do.
While Nelson is checking out his name tag, the older sage takes a closer look at his friend's baton and, lo and behold, he recognizes it to be the very same one that he had passed forward to his disciple, Plato. At this, the mind of the older sage reminisces back to that earlier century on the time line, and when my faithful friend gives voice to thoughts, which Nelson, still lost in a state of astonishment, feels too confounded to take in, my sense of clarity hangs on to every word uttered by Socrates, who is suggesting that profound changes take more time than we can believe, which is why intuition directs each of us to focus our minds upon imparting wisdom, insight by insight, into today's innocent, open, young minds in hopes of expanding yesterday's narrow attitudes, which, based in anxious mind sets, had been written in stone. And knowing how often differing mindsets have separated one good hearted soul from another good hearted soul for thousands of years, Socrates' wise old head shakes slowly back and forth until I hear my friend say with a sigh: If people only knew how much love the heart can give and receive, we'd all feel free to cherish each other as the treasure that every person can become once self discovery catches on …
Upon considering and agreeing wholeheartedly with Socrates' train of thought, I feel reassured to know that deep thinkers will continue to inspire each next generation to expand tomorrow's thinking patterns in hopes that well educated parents, teachers and world leaders will inspire children around the world to feel less fearful and thus less intolerant, concerning differences … more appreciative of each other's inter-connective strengths. And though the reason that my spirit is flying at half mast, today, remains unchanged, my mind can't help but smile to know that we each have the potential to be instrumental in passing Socrates' baton of heartfelt fellowship forward in hopes of sweeping internal storms to kingdom come so that when the sun comes out tomorrow, here, there and everywhere, we'll stop raining on our own parades.
(I know, I know … my sense of idealism is running away with my mind—but in the absence of idealism, our need to pass the baton of fellowship forward will surely get stuck in a rut, spinning its wheels, and as angels do not exist on Earth, I, being imperfectly human, have no halo or wings with which to fly from soul to soul, imparting knowledge here, there, everywhere … concerning stringing insights together until bigger pictures grow clear … and as the revolting thought of so many being blind to picking up the baton irritates my sense of inner peace, I soothe the heartfelt, achy-breaky parts of my soul by mustering the humility and courage to bare this saga of my life in hopes of philosophizing my belief in the power of positive focus inspiring change for the better in home after home, and to that end, I pop up on your screen, hoping that a post a day keeps the blindness at bay—sooo …
Here I am, yet again, hoping to impart strings of insight, passed down through the ages, in hopes of inspiring you to look upward toward positively-focused-thoughts-of-your-own-making for this reason: Every time I fill my mind with a train of thought that floats my sense of hope, my spirit has sound reason to remind me to feel like a lucky duck, who works consistently toward connecting the love in my heart with love that flows freely both near and far, no matter what tomorrow may or may not bring …
As writing a post a day recharges my battery, and as my day is just beginning, I'm about to recharge my iPad, toss the quilt aside, arise from my bed, fling open the drapes and embrace this new day by smiling brightly up at the sun, which consistently rises to the east of my mountain, which consistently reaches up toward the azure blue of the desert sky, which at times is bound to cloud up until, once again, the power of positive thought, coupled with self trust, inspires sunny feelings of hope to smile mindfully anew—even though I have no clue as to what the future may hold …
And as birds of a feather fly together, guess who just flew in on wings, soaring with thoughts of love, in time to join Socrates and Mandela, who are about to enjoy a spot of tea and blueberry scones, topped with clotted cream? Several close friends, all of whom have proved to be legends, each in his/her own time, namely—The Bard, Gandhi, Lincoln, King, Mother Teresa and last but definitely not least—Helen—No, silly! Not Helen of Troy—Helen Keller, for goodness sakes!
Quoting King: I have a dream …
Quoting Helen: Life is either a great adventure or else it is nothing
Quoting Lincoln: You can fool some of the people some of the time …
Quoting The Bard: To know thyself or not—that is the question ;)
Quoting Gandhi: Be the change you wish for the world
Quoting Mother Teresa: We can do no great things … only small things with great love
And that's quite enough for today, except for one last thought:
I hope you can feel my spirit wishing yours a wonderous, five star day …
Your forever friend,
:) Annie
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