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Scribe's Spirit
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Yes darling close your eyes |
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Where are you |
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Scribe |
At the park bench with my Mother |
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Scribe's
Spirit |
Good darling close your eyes |
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Scribe |
I sit down |
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She holds the ball, the globe on
her necklace out to me |
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For me to look into |
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Scribe's
Spirit |
Good darling close your eyes |
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Scribe |
And I look into it |
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And I see the blue is a dark blue |
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A deeper blue than I usually
associate with the Earth |
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The white of the clouds is the
usual color – pure white |
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Scribe's
Spirit |
Good darling close your eyes |
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Scribe |
And as I look into the globe |
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I feel myself sinking headfirst
into it |
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And I fall and I fall until
finally I land gently on my rear |
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I am sitting up |
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I am at a beach I know not where |
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The sand is firm beneath me |
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I am at the water’s edge |
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Scribe's
Spirit |
Take your time |
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Close your eyes and take your
time |
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You have plenty of it |
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Scribe |
Yes it is definitely the beach in
Australia |
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Most definitely |
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I am in Australia |
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Scribe's
Spirit |
Good close your eyes |
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Now open your Spiritual Eye |
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Scribe |
I see people lined up all along
the sand ridge |
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They are looking out toward the
ocean |
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There is a whole long line of
people looking out |
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It reminds me of when Lucia on
Terra was looking out |
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At the people on Earth |
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Scribe's
Spirit |
What are these people looking at |
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Scribe |
I do not know – other than the
ocean |
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Scribe's
Spirit |
Close your eyes |
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Now pick a person, preferably a
woman |
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Pick a woman and enter into her |
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Scribe |
I have done so |
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A woman in her early 30s, she is
healthy and trim and fit |
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She has sandy blond/brown hair |
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She seems slightly athletic |
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Like she works out, she is in
good shape |
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Scribe's
Spirit |
Good. Be in this woman now |
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Do not any longer look at her |
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Enter into her; be in her; feel
her feelings; hear her thoughts |
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Take your time dear |
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One step at a time dear |
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Scribe |
She too is shading her eyes with
her hand |
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As she peers out |
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I feel the muscles in her calves |
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Her thighs |
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She must work out regularly |
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Or perhaps she hikes up the
mountain daily |
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I enjoy being in such a firm, fit
body |
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Such a body gives one
self-confidence |
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Her stomach is flat |
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Her arms are strong |
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She definitely works out |
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And I come up to her mind |
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And what is she thinking |
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Scribe's
Spirit |
Take your time |
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Take your time |
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Scribe |
She is calm |
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She is clear-eyed |
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She is level-headed |
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She is looking carefully, closely |
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What she sees is on the horizon;
it is grey |
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But so far away one can barely
see it |
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I am surprised that she was able
to spot it |
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That is how small it is |
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It appears just a small shape on
the edge of the horizon |
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This is what she is intently
looking at |
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Scribe's
Spirit |
And what is she thinking |
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As she looks at that grey thing
on the edge of the horizon |
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Scribe |
Will it come inland |
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Will it come to us |
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Or will it bypass us and continue
on to another harbor |
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Scribe's
Spirit |
And close your eyes |
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What do you see |
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Scribe |
The grey thing is getting bigger |
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Scribe's
Spirit |
And what does that signify |
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Scribe |
It is coming inland |
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Scribe's
Spirit |
Good |
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Very good |
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Now darling be in that woman |
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Close your eyes as you are in
that woman |
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What is she feeling |
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Scribe |
There is a grim determination |
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A firm resolve |
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There is resignation |
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There is acceptance |
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So this is it then |
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She thinks |
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This is it |
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And she takes a deep breath for
courage, for strength |
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And the grey thing gets bigger as
it approaches |
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And I sense a sadness in the
woman |
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There are tears in her eyes |
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She seems almost fatalistic about
what is going to happen |
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That what will happen will happen |
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She accepts it |
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It is funny, when I perceived her
to be wondering |
