Daily Archives: August 17, 2017

Are we there yet? II…

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“Who are you to say these things to me?” said Judas Thomas.

Joshua said,

“you do not know who I am from what I say to you?

Then you have disregarded the living one who is in your presence.

You are like a fruit picker who loves the fruit but hates the tree.

I am the light that is over all things, I am all:

from me all has come forth, and to me all has reached.

Split a piece of wood, and I am there.

Lift up a block of stone… I am there also.”

 – The Living One

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A ghost of myself

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

I pull to the side of the road. The screech of sirens and the flashing blue lights of an ambulance head towards my village. For a moment I am simply grateful that my younger son sold his motorbike, even though I know he misses it dreadfully. There were too many ditches when he was younger…

Then I wonder who needs the ambulance. Will it get there in time? Do I know them? Will they be okay?  What if I was me who had died and the ambulance was going for my body while my ghost, all unaware, still went to work…?

Now there’s a thought that comes right out of nowhere and is guaranteed to stop you in your tracks on the way to work…

How would I know? Living with the dog wouldn’t have helped, as I am convinced they can see far more than we can. Ani might…

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