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I got a little nostalgic writing this post. I remembered a year ago how I was in collaboration with a colleague writing a message to the world about dignity. Do you remember last New Year's Eve? It brought the announcement that Discovery Channel was ceasing the abomination of airing a faux autopsy of a beloved figure. It still ...
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I want you to know that the Inner Michael family, whether you are new or have been here a thousand times is each one, cherished as a unique person and for their singular contribution to the planet. This family has a common denominator and it's called LOVE. Love for a human, the human family, the ...
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The endlessly fascinating thing about those who suppose to know Michael Jackson, who have written about him or even those who have spent time with him, is that they seem to have missed how deeply spiritual the man was. Or how far he had progressed along the path of enlightenment. Some are going to scoff at ...
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In my email this morning was this message: "Last night as the great moon was rising, Mary passed into eternity. All her children were present and I was honored to be among them. She had wanted to transition with the full moon and it was the brightest, glowing night that received her spirit. Thank you for ...
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We can’t. Once something is in your consciousness, it’s there. It’s not going anywhere; especially if it’s shocking. It you’re startled, you’re likely to remember what startled you. Then when you know something that screams injustice and demands your attention, cries out for change, CHANGE. You can't do nothing. That's how Voices "Words and Violence" came into being. ...
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Tonight I will beat the drum. Hard. No, furiously. There are days I thank God I am a percussionist. Today is one of those days. My Indian friend will host drum circle and I will take my Djembe and a huge suitcase full of percussion instruments- cymbals, bells, gongs, tingshas, eggs, rain sticks, triangles, maracas, ...
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A poem previously appeared here called "I Will Sing to The Bees in Spring" that was written for my friend MB. She has just come onto the hospice program and is being taken care of by angel nurses while she prepares for her transition. I asked for an "audience" for a few moments (we joked ...
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Looking around the world today, at social trends toward coming together in communities even virtual ones, and the recent uprisings of countries against their dictatorial leaders and the occupy movement, one knows without words, a deep dissatisfaction with the direction the human race is headed. There is a sensory experience that remains as yet unlabeled ...
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The yellow moon hangs like a shiny gong waiting for a wind to send it rocking. The forest is cool and silent, the only sound the footsteps on the crunch of leaves. It’s 11 of 11 of 11. We are on the edge of a deer run. They come strolling along the trail unaware that ...
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Note to interested parties: If you send information, I will add it to this post. ~Rev B When I saw the scrolling alert across the screen in the coffee shop that the jury had reached a verdict, I bolted upright and about snorted my spoonful of soup through my nose. Don't you hate when that happens? (That ...
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