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| Lower Calf Creek... October 2012 |
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| and we went forth... 2011 |
I grew up, was raised and educated in California next to the Pacific ocean... then moved inland many years later to live in an area that was once an inland ocean... and is now an dry ancient seabed that has moved upward and sits on the top of the Colorado Plateau much higher then at sea level where i grew up...
There are lakes, streams and creeks here... but there is more evidence of water that was here... and still comes at times in large uncontrolled amounts that have cut canyons both slotted and wide... they act like drains to move water from the high ground to the low lying areas where it is deposited and then dries up leaving its debris as evidence that it was here... clam shells in bottom lands and sharks teeth on mountain tops... strange land... but now home.
So much for the now... today is Fathers Day... i am one and know of five in my past history that i have done work for and still have more to do... i must be more diligent and move forward with their work... they are waiting for me... "We did not come into this world accidentally. We came for a special purpose, and it was undoubtedly through certain arrangements in the other life where we dwelt that we came into this life." So this temporal life is not my first life. The memories that i remember are from this my second life, there having been a veil drawn between the two.
This Fathers Day with a new granddaughter just new to this world... i think back to my youth in southern California in the first of three houses i lived in with Dad & Mom. I helped my Father plant fruit trees in our back yard, which was a special world to me as a young boy. One of my chores, once the trees were planted, was to water what at the time seemed to be a lot of trees, maybe six or eight. I would drag the hoses from our houses outside hose bib to the trees at the back of the lot, water running as i walked out, and dropped the opened ended hose, water running into and filling the four or five foot diameter basin. This is where the "magic" started for me watching the water move across and through the dry tree basin. I waited and watched the as the basin filled, then moved the hose to the next tree. It was during this ensuing time that i watched, observed, and listened, even though this was the mind of my youth, my imagination developed, grew and then ran wild as i watched the water engulf the dry ground, dissolve dirt clods, soak into cracks, and sometimes get swallowed up in a gopher hole, fill and then move on, then it would surround, cover and drown rocks. I observed the route the water took as it filled each basin... the stories i invented and the scenarios i created, bets i made with myself were endless, and only now do i realize the things i learnt by being still, listening and observing. This may be where and when the Artist in me started to develop and grow... thanks Dad.
I try each day now to pray, read and stop, be still and listen to what my Father in Heaven has to say to me... God is the Father of my spirit from my first life and i Know that i am his son... Jesus Christ is my brother and is my Savior.
May this new grand daughter, Layla K. Costigan, show us a glimpse of that first life we have been so long from, and will return to some day.
Layla your eyes are clear and blue as a mountain stream...
you speak a different language then we do...
we will teach you ours so we may know where we/you have been...
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| where water use to be... 2011 |
HAPPY FATHERS DAY
CHEERS
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