Answers in Context

JULY 06, 2014   SUNDAY MORNING

    Hi, Chris, my angel.  Good morning.

    I noticed you were right beside me last night in the dream as I worked on a very large computer.  This I immediately took to mean that you were easing my concerns that all the computer oriented work and social media and focused studies and writings I have been doing lately has not hurt you.  For, as you know, I have been worried about neglecting you and have spoken in spirit to you about it from time to time as I pushed myself forward in this work.

    Thanks, Honey Bun.

    I think I wrote in a letter to you yesterday, and posted it on our blog and FB and G+ accounts, that I find it necessary to include the general reading public as part of the target audience of what I say in these letters.  All this audacity boiling down to simple needs to always stay connected to you while at the same time presenting my thoughts about life to an interested readership if one exists.

    Of course, maybe no reader will be interested in any of what I have to say.  But that's okay.  "I" am interested.  

    Writing has always been one mode of self discovery for me.  A probing into dusty corners of the soul.  I'm simply making such probings and musings available to strangers who might find them interesting.  I am off course refraining from the most private of our affairs but I could never put those into words anyway, even if I wanted to.  Everyone has hidden corners of private life they can never confide in other people, even if they want to fool themselves into thinking a best friend or a favored psychiatrist or a religious adviser will understand their deepest problems and give them adequate advice on how to deal with those problems.  

    It is better for the person needing advice about his or her own highly personal private life to turn to their own innate moral compass (if you'll pardon the cliche) for guidance, for this compass is no less than their essential primal connections to the infinite universe that created us all, where all problems are matched to answers, fused with the answers into their essential oneness revealing their true context in life.

    But surely these paltry few words cannot cover all the details necessary to actually prove such a thing.  They're just words being sung from a place in my own consciousness, words probing the universe like a bird on a wire singing about what feels right in the moment.  

    Right now, I’m singing to you.  I know you feel right, Honey Bun!

    I love you.