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November 23, 2017 – Thanksgiving Day

In these few years since the publication of Life Love God, the world has changed more dramatically than seems possible.

My intention for Life Love God going forward is to examine these unfoldings as they occur or become apparent. For me, writing is both a joy and a necessity. When those two are at odds, I know that the writing (an attempt to understand the circumstance and clarify my thoughts) is more important.

My hope for Life Love God is that will be a forum for civil discourse and discovery. I have learned in this march through time that in attempting to describe anything it is important to try to say what that thing is and what it is not. To that end, this is not a platform for opinionated diatribes (mine or others).

My objective here is to build a global community of discourse and discovery. If you are currently ‘following’ this blog, please consider bringing your voice and insights to the tapestry. If you are one of the amazing number of ‘hits’ to the site since its inception please consider subscribing and sharing what’s on your mind. The menu and the side navigation bar are recently changed to help encourage those objectives. Facebook and Twitter are and have been, the primary channels for the posts. What are your social media platforms of choice?

March 27, 2011 – Origin

To My Father’s House is a channeled writing that was scribed on my bedside pad around 3am in September 1998. My own spiritual quest had taken on what I would call a conscious intentionality in October of 1990 when, through the seeming mist, pilgrims appeared to me opening doors and windows to a world of glory and wonderment.

I discovered, not so much to my surprise, that I had been under the protection and guidance of powerful forces both present and unseen through all my days. This awareness did not and has not made the road less problematic, but the blessings, grace, and wonderment have made the journey full of flavor, joy and most importantly given each day a sense of awe that is truly beyond description.

To My Father’s House