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I realized this morning,how wonderful it is to just be alive.With my love and partner Marcelle,we realize that the very breath we have been given is Sacred.It is indeed a time to celebrate our get excited about finally Knowing.Our awareness is expanding...we see what we have never seen...The Truth is shining brighter than ever before.The veil is really lifting. Of course there will be chaos...there will be confusion...the transition will reveal what we have not wanted to see.But there is no turning back.It is inevitable that what is false will end.Illusion can never be True.What is not real,will not last. I sit writing this ,calm in the knowing...that all is on schedule...The great Time we have all been waiting for has come.We should not fear the incredible change that is about to take place...If we believe what we say we believe..Then All will be well..and a New Day will begin. Stephen {parkstepp} Twitter--@parkstepp FaceBook--Stephen Parker
  • March 26, 2012 7:57 am
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    The Story of the Cracked Pot

    by Trent Gilliss, senior editor

    Ashridge Park, Hertfordshire, UK | National Trust Woodlands carpeted with English Bluebells in Spring (4 of 5)English bluebells in spring of Ashbridge Park, Hertfordshire. (photo: UK Garden Photos/Flickr, cc by-nc-nd 2.0)

    On these early spring days, this story Kevin Kling told us is a fine way to kick off the week:

    “Back in the days when pots and pans could talk, which indeed they still do, there lived a man. And in order to have water, every day he had to walk down the hill and fill two pots and walk them home.

    One day, it was discovered one of the pots had a crack, and as time went on, the crack widened. Finally, the pot turned to the man and said, ‘You know, every day you take me to the river, and by the time you get home, half of the water’s leaked out. Please replace me with a better pot.’

    And the man said, ‘You don’t understand. As you spill, you water the wild flowers by the side of the path.’ And sure enough, on the side of the path where the cracked pot was carried, beautiful flowers grew, while other side was barren.

    ‘I think I’ll keep you,’ said the man.


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