Clinging to other than love is as caustic as suffering ill health.

Flying Martin Air has given me so much. The pilot flew all over the
world seeking souls seeking Sonship. He first came to me in a vision,
as a live version of Christ. He took me on the back of his bike along
the flat green farmlands in my lucid dream/ vision/guidance experience
to an office. My mind was set on Going Home.

I went back to where my mind wanted to go - where I had to go - and I
saw Helen sitting in a 'white uniform' designated to the psychriatic
and psychological services of the world - blocking my way into Home.
She was like a Cerberus, a guard at the gate, and then she wanted to
know everything about me. Name, address, family structure. A real
nighmare. The gate was leading to Heaven, or so I thought. I totally
resented the clinical coldness, the lack of purpose and the barren
emptiness of clinical presentation for the sake of being clinical.
Cold. Aloof. I did not share her world this way.

TRC-M is an international usenet group with a unieque
history and function. Please beware of the temptation to
see yourself unfairly treated. For the rest, be kind, and
receive kindness. Be rude and get your share, as well.

Namast

John said that Maz was right calling me the Anti Christ, I hadn't
remembered that.

I found 3 posts where Maz referred to me as AntiChrist, and found
HUNDREDS of posts where he wrote stuff to me, with name calling (like
referring in one to my putrid brain) and stories like I supported
Katie's right to do harm to Kay, etc.

It still amazes me that this is someone who puts on a front of being
so involved in ACIM, he has websites and some sort of online radio
station about it, I think he asks from donations to support
this?...and can write such terrible stuff to others.

Just reading a few of the old posts to and about me, I'm GLAD he has
me blocked. Though it hasn't stopped him from writing about me to
others.

http://www.snatamkaur.com/web2.html

keep listening when you think the music stopped...

Constantly on the look-out for eclectic idealism, i saw
this message appear on a vedic yoga list. Enjoy.
maz

Moment to moment, the soldiers march the linear thread, before dawn and
beyond, into the midnight. Their eyes cannot see in the thick darkness; but
their lips struggle to form thoughtful word. They desire to claim a
definition right; the perfect label, correct concept of self, in order to
justify their endless marching in the night. But no one can agree on
anything, except their mutual separation. There is not one who can be
believed, because all believe they are deceived. Together they weave their
filament threads until they are trapped in endless renumeration. Together
they wrap their web around the newborn of every generation. Together they
demand the sucklings cleave, in order to continue to believe, they are the
saviors that feed.