Heroes

wewhodream — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 17:09:46 -0700

I'd say real heroes don't wear capes. A wise teacher once said, "There are great men and women who go unknown. Their contemporaries ignore them." My father in-law is a hero. He is a master negotiator/labor expert for (one of) the Federal government's unions. He worked for the United States Forest Service as an engineer, designing roads, and with his wife, manning forest ...

"All you need to do..."

wewhodream — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 05:16:25 -0700

In certain terms, "we" do not exist. We are as characters in a dream, and we in turn dream. A wise teacher said, "There is no end to the 'within' of things." Mind never stops creating. But herein lies a clue. "I" sit here and tap on these little black plastic keys, which in certain terms ...

Some things I've written...

wewhodream — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 06:02:00 -0700

In our colorful dream, nothing lives that is not ours. For ours is the heritage of the beloved. Let a world of our own making, as it sleeps in its play of solidity--let this be our time that is no time. Let it be our time to awaken to ourselves, and to one another, as we understand "one another". Let this be our recognition of our peace, that a dream is a dream; that only ...

Everything I see, Is Me

wewhodream — Sun, 07 Jun 2009 14:21:04 -0700

Whatever form your idea of peace might take, may you now find it. Everything I see, is me. There are no "others". Each of us is really the same. Each one looks at others, and each one sees himself. ("him" herein has nothing to do with gender.) I see a person on the corner across the street, and I am seeing myself from a different perspective. ...

One Who Knows

wewhodream — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 08:03:03 -0700

It is deep, this universal despair. But with us walks One Who Knows. He knows our despair is unreal. Nothing unreal exists. As we see what "only the love is real" means, then doors open to us. Everything falls into place. We begin to see the world differently, and remember: change the way you see the world, and the world you see will change. The world of itself has no ...

"I am doing this!"

wewhodream — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 07:57:47 -0700

We only dreamed that we awoke. I do not see why that should seem a strange idea. I believe a mass of physical bodies, scrambling about a great rock in space for no apparent purpose--ruled by a wrinkled lump of 60% fat--that to me is strange indeed. Mind is very powerful, and never stops creating. The one Self that we are became afraid within the awesome power of its (our) ...

Only This

wewhodream — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 07:47:46 -0700

I am still. I do not know the thing that I am, yet I am still, and I know love. The thing that I am is not really a thing, but we must use words, and words distort. Let us speak of love, then. Let us accept love as we know it, and go deeper, to find love as it really is. Here in the stillness, where we no longer hide from one another, but recognize our unity, here we seek and ...

Come, Be Still...it is morning

wewhodream — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 07:43:08 -0700

Only the love is real. "Loving thoughts are the world's only reality." --A Course In Miracles. Only this. But it is not enough to read, to study, then to repeat words in affirmation: "I am not a body. I am free. For I am still as God created me." --ACIM. Go inside the closet of mind, close the door. There, find what you seek. What you seek has ...

Mom Made Her Transition Today

wewhodream — Sun, 01 Feb 2009 09:57:34 -0800

Two or three years ago. I don't remember exactly. I don't believe in death. Or time, for that matter. I see tons of differing beliefs or lack thereof here on our site. [Originally posted on DailyKos.] I see fear and anger and sorrow and memorials. I believe all are needed. We need all of us so we can wake up and realize we never left Home. The thing is, I don't write this, or anything else ...

As On A Journey, I begin to long For Home

wewhodream — Fri, 30 Jan 2009 18:17:20 -0800

It was smaller than I had imagined. I had pictured a big ancient black leather Bible (Abe's Good-Book). A bright crisp blue day in January, the history and transition of a people. I had left home, or so I'd dreamed. Gone away, far away from my place of birth. As on a journey, I now look behind, and the home I dreamed I left seems to have changed. The deep resonate voice of a thin man brimming ...

The Dreams and Hopes of a New Morning

wewhodream — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 07:35:25 -0800

The Dreams and Hopes of a New Morning Posted by We Who Dream on January 17, 2009 at 8:08amView My Blog "Mom, why are they still saying those awful things about my daddy?" I am a metaphysician. I am not ...

What I Believe

wewhodream — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 03:57:57 -0800

I do not believe it is possible for the Old Testament God to exist, as "He" is a psychologically damaged deity whose insane system cannot stand. This all-too-human God would have driven Himself crazy long before now, thus completely destroying all there is, including Himself. I believe there is a Reality that we think we can't understand, yet we are part of It. We use many words to ...

A New Way of Being (comment on Daily Kos)

wewhodream — Mon, 29 Dec 2008 17:13:00 -0800

When I was very young... Before I learned to walk, I was serene, like a little Buddha. My mom used to say she could sit me in a corner, with just a couple of toys, and I would be content. I would play with shafts of sunlight, as if in meditation. Then, as you say, the passages happened...I'm 51 now, and I am starting to get some light back, or to realize it never went ...

The Peace We Never Left

wewhodream — Sun, 21 Dec 2008 06:45:53 -0800

Our mind is split. The split is unreal, and nothing unreal exists. This "I", the one sitting here typing, appears separate from another "I". This first part thinks it is autonomous. The other part knows it is. In these terms, the first part does not exist. It will immediately see this as a bad thing, but consider: ("...the least shall be ...

We Who Dream of Scattered Things

wewhodream — Sat, 20 Dec 2008 13:49:20 -0800

We Who Dream of Scattered Things raves by wewhodream posted 4 hours ago Self stretches, not in space, which has no meaning, but in terms of its own fulfillment, which does. It spends one everlasting moment, not in time, which has no meaning, but in that same joyous ...