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A doll is a small model of a human figure (favorites being baby and little child dolls).  I suppose some straightcasted person might call a doll an idol.  Of course in these days of American Idol, and Canadian Idol, the name has taken on another meaning (or has it?).  Frankly, I turn off on the starch makers who apply their restrictions to all others.

To me starched lace loses the nature and feel of a flowing silk or even as a braid or cord when starched loses its softness.  I think when people religiously starch up every toy and symbol of entertainment and comfort in order to whim their moral stance….. that is their choice, but don’t “fence me in”!  I was born free. 

Respectfully, however: the Jews, Christians, and Muslims (now the largest religious group in the world), have a right to conduct their beliefs to the extent their followers are willing to follow them.  So then, I say render to the Jews to believe to themselves what they believe, render to the Christians to believe to themselves what they believe,  and render to the Muslims to believe to themselves what they believe.  (I also acknowledge the existence of other societies and other religious groups not here named.)   And yes, evangelism is alright as long as no one tries to cram, jam, force, threaten, coerce, or stamp out the soul’s free will.  I’ll tell you now, I don’t support the “believe” or be killed method configured for helping people to make up their minds to join some mold of concept.

Strangely enough, these said religious organizations, with all their rules, have been said to often just mum through the violations by their followers and priests.  Now what am I talking about, some morbid immoral acts?  Most certainly not!!!  I’m talking about simple freedoms like a child having a doll or even an adult having a teddy bear without someone trying to choke the idea as idol worship.  I’m talking about people having a right to love and care for their dog or cat or to take in a decent movie.  I’m talking about the right to love persons for the character they are and the Soul they have without someone thinking or charging you with sexual intent.  

I think true love passes all natural understanding.  I believe true love transcends, becomes transcendental, and is seamed of spiritual elements.  What does that statement have to do with dolls?  I thought my grandmother who mostly raised me was a doll and a darling person.  She raised me to know the Father in heaven, to read the Bible and to go to church, and to know how to choose between good and evil.  She also taught to not become bound to a concrete form of thinking.

There are some real, living doll types of persons - good, pure, and just wonderful individuals which I  want to hold in my heart as  dolls and darlings and which I do hold in my heart.  In some of my writings, I have referred to the darlingness of God.  After all darling means ”a beloved or lovable person or thing”.  I think my wife is a living doll!  Do you have a problem with that?  If you do, go scramble some eggs and forget it.

Well back to the subject of “Dolls On My Doorsteps”.   Some years ago, I chose to help a relative who had a kind of bi-polar problem which was quite severe.  I used antique dolls and pictures with poem-like writ to help heal her condition.  This was an outstanding success.  I plan to print pictures of these dolls and some of the comments in our upcoming Manifester’s Gallery very soon.  May this production be a beautiful ‘tude of blessing to you. 

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The “Dripline” ( or bounceline) breakthrough code of nucleus day is hoped for in results of a super-pace, working cyclotron.  The current understanding being pompadoured is that the single nucleus has a limit to how many neutrons can be added before the particles begin to bounce off ( “called the dripline”).  Consequently, this means there are limits somehow set in to the forming process of the nuclei.  This complexity puts a  strain on the evolution concept but gives a lean toward the intelligent design concept.

The evolutionist says everything evolves;  the creationist says all creation was done by intelligent design.  A real thinker might wonder if both of these fonts of viewpoint are somewhat served of truth and somewhat served of a great stumbling.  Back to the cyclotron and the dripline experiment.  It is due of credit to give recognition to the physics and the physicists who with the help of the cyclotron and a lot of patience ( finding particle ratios and matches among trillions and even gradrillions of possibilities) have begun this insight into the very label of creation. 

No doubt some of Darwinian evolution is in the cross hairs.  There are created systems of the universe so complex of  constructive material and humans so complex of organism that it is not unreasonable to assume that successive modifications via evolution could not light up such complex wonders.  That is not to say that there is no evolving or that intelligent design is only a religious wish.  There is another insight: it is called lattilution and the soundtron revelation.  It is wonderfully described in my book, Manifest Chronicles Before Genesis.  If you read this book you may say:  Someone is walking on water.  Soon I will reveal parts of this subject in coming blogs.

The rock-bottom low point of spiritualized intelligence is passing with the dark ages; comprehension is beginning to flow like rivers of living knowledge.  Interestingly, human knowledge often parallels spiritual knowledge and visa versa. The world-Earth inhabitants are at the edge of the most significant breakthroughs of all time.  Nano-technology can smell illnesses and allow products to be built so small that it’s nothing less than a sheer revolution.  Computer-brain-drives the size of molecules, and spy drones the size of bees are a reality.  Dark Matter and Dark Energy of the universe is opening a wondrous window and changing concepts about the universe, and that’s only a scratch of what’s on the griddle.    

Someone is walking on water, and the critics who are out of tune to the moving vibrations of knowledge will remain blind to how gravity can be overcome.   A thousand alien space ships could fly overhead, and because of old and incomplete knowledge the seer’s eyes be as though blind to the truth.

The loss because of such vision regards both the physical and the spiritual insights.  Someone is walking on water of insights and  manifestations.  Only believe, and  your world will open gloriously.

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Crypto..crypto codomain.. set of all possible expressions of a  function.  From the root of love, rise to be cognizant of Matrix 1.  cogito..cogito  Matrix 1 exists!  Extramural of orange, write on love’s heart the faraway eyes. 

The prima donna comes; she is fluent in the song language of romance.  When she speaks and sings, vibrations take on beautiful forms.  Take her not from the opera, for the angels come to sing background. 

I profess, I have a quality of feeling for her that will not go away.  The writ of a thousand preambles coded in pyramid puzzle, although scribblemania to the mortal masses, cannot deflect me from the code and my rendezvous to her garden.

In the revere of my mind, I know who she is….. She is the church,,,,, and the city of God comes to house her brideship.  She is Matrix l; the very substance of whom the Lord comes to carry away as a bride to the land of the Morning Stars.

Matzo..matzo, let us break bread.  “Have communion with me, my love,”  says Jesus. “For now we stand at the midmost of the midline; but soon my angels, dressed as jewels, will come and gather my love to My Father’s House.”  

Mantra your mind; wait for birds to come flying strangely.  The impossible will weep, and the possible will be born.  A river profusion of love streams; no force can stop it!  

Do not bother to count; love the moments, and they will perfume you.  The greatest reason to succeed lives in your heart.   

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It has been said that everything is a state of mind.  This, I believe, is a deep and true statement ripe for picking.  According to Paul the Apostle, to be free from sin, a person is advantaged by first being free from sin as a state of mind (compare Romans 6:10-14 KJV).

There is a strange truth that Jesus preached:  “Judge not and you will not be judged” (Luke 6:37 KJV paraphrased).  On my journey of life, I have noticed that when people judge other persons about sin (especially persons who may seem to be sinning but due to the unusual curve those being judged are on, the vision of relativity becomes warped {compare Hosea 1:2-5 KJV}…),  I have noticed those judgemental persons, within a spree of time, becoming involved in sin along the lines of likeness to their composed judgements.  

The Holy Manifest teaches that every person has a ”Beling” which according to definition regards a secret recording in wave lines of every act mental or literal a person has done (compare 2 Corinthians 1:9 and Proverbs 20:27 KJV).  Only God knows the Beling, and only God can  truly  and fairly judge the Beling; for each person’s Beling is beset by factors that differ from other persons.  This unique difference is significant and is why the “law of sin and death” needed to be replaced by “grace”.  Only God can fairly judge the heart, the will, and the intent of persons.  Only God totally understands the composition affect of each person (compare Psalms 147:4 KJV).  This concept does not strip us of our protective and survival rights for guidance about persons through discerning (compare Matthew 7:15-16 KJV). 

The power and grace of reckoning is a beautiful thing: it is the miracle of inversion, the gift of steering for turning things and circumstances around.  In  the world of your mind is a storehouse of God-given freedoms you can kite in the wind on any day you choose.  I the Manifester pass on this torch of liberty to you, as ministered by Jesus, Paul, and John.  The mind is not just in the brain; it’s also in the heart and solar plexes.  It walks the universe; it reads Energy Dots about worlds past; it rides the soundline waves of the soundtron.  Come with me, children, to these circuits of truth and joy.  This trip is a journey of love and liberty and reaches to where the winds of the Spirit blow free.

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The little puppy was lying on the automobile-smashed ruins of his dog mother, along side the road, when I first spotted him….. I was just a kid then, but my heart went out to that little whimpering pup.  I shouted to the driver, “Stop! Stop! There’s a little lost puppy by the road!”  We stopped, backed up, and I jumped out.  There he was lying on his dead and smashed mom, not understanding why she was not responding to his nudges. 

I picked him up, and his eyes met mine.  I saw hurt and confusion and  then wonderment when he felt a new kind of comfort from my gentle and stroking hands that held him.  I instantly loved him and wanted to care for him and call him my own.  A small debate broke out….. I was told to put him back, but when my tears rolled, I won for both of us…..  ”Miracle” dog and I.

So I raised “Miracle” to a full grown  shepherd, and he was my friend.  One morning I went out to the back yard and called for Miracle to come.  Usually he’d come bouncing and wagging his tail,  but this time Miracle did not come.  I immediately thought something might be wrong, and a great sense of loss came all over me.  Three days went by and no Miracle.  I prayed and asked God to help me get Miracle back.

After my prayer, I remembered reading in the Bible about a story Jesus told:  There was a hundred sheep; but one was lost, so the shepherd left the ninety and nine and went searching for the one lost sheep (Luke 15:4 KJV).  I packed a lunch, put some matches and a pocket knife into my pocket, and took off walking up the road to fine Miracle.

Well it wasn’t very long, about a half mile from home, I found him.  There was Miracle nose to nose to a girl dog on the other side of the fence.   I called him, he came, licked me, excitedly wagged his tail, and ran back to the fence.  I understood.  Miracle had some business he wanted to attend to.  He would come home once his message was sent. 

I turned back for home.  The Lost was Found; everything would be alright.  By some miracle, Miracle would find a way to bring back happy puppy days.  The story would have a good ending; memories would be healed.

Miracle came home!

I know in my heart as I reflect on this forget-me-not experience that there are scores and scores of Lost Ones out there.  Lost loves, lost relationships, lost hearts fearing their hearts will never heal of the aches. 

I believe there is a miracle waiting for you!  The lost sheep was baahing, and Jesus found him and carried him home.  You will never be forgotten; you are deeply loved; all that is lost will be found.  Wonderful times are coming!

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