Once you are aware of the higher road and choose to walk upon it, do not entertain thoughts that you made the wrong choice. Why would you do that? Do you find the road too difficult to follow? Did you come upon tigers, lions and serpents hindering you? Or perhaps you brushed against sharp briers and thorns? On your journey did you come upon places too steep to climb? Have you become discouraged by the high mountains and dark valleys? Pilgrim, why do you grow weary and think to quit the trail that leads to life and happiness? Learn the lesson of surprise: Around the next curve in the road just a few short steps away, you will find refreshment and renewal awaiting you. This is the way it is. Surprise continually awaits the traveler on the path of Divine Love. Take heart; stay the course. Focus once again on the promise that awaits your soul. Lift your eyes upward to Heaven’s Gate. It is not far. Do not turn away now when you are so close. Trust the path you chose to walk. Weary traveler: Breathe deeply and look once again to the promises given when you began the higher road: Love heals all the hurts and bruises within your soul. Love crowns your head with loving-kindness and tender mercies. Love renews your strength like the eagle soaring high above the earth. Love, Divine Love, awakes the sleeping soul and gives it life. Only a short time remains. Your head will not be bowed down, but will be fixed straight and upright upon your strong shoulders. The desires of your heart will once again be aflame with passion to continue on the road of change and transformation. God is the Source of Divine Love. He is your loving Heavenly Father. He smiles on you in all your weakness, and is always ready to help you and take you to His waiting arms of Love. Rest in His arms. Stay calmly in His embrace. Be refreshed. Drink deeply, traveler, drink freely from the Fountain of Love that awaits you. Be renewed, and walk with joy the higher road that is the true course for your soul. There is a song of the soul. Hear the music within you as you are touched by the breeze of Divine Love flowing into your soul. Sing the song of the soul as you travel the high road -- the way of the Divine Love. ~ Joseph This morning began in the usual way ... reading and writing. After several hours I turned on my computer in order to post something to Facebook for my friends living in Australia. When I was finished I saw that a friend posted that it had snowed in Prescott! In the time I had been working at my desk I had not as yet looked out the window. When I did, I immediately went outdoors to take a few photos of the beautiful morning scene. Saint Francis in our garden looked a bit cold! He did not complain, nor did I. In Arizona the snow usually does not stay long. Perhaps it will be gone by this afternoon. While it remains, we enjoy the presence of snow.
Interestingly, I received a note from family living in Ohio, where temperatures today are expected to reach the low 60s. Weather forecast for Arizona (Prescott) predicts dropping temperatures - into the mid-teens by Thursday. This seems out of balance: The north warm and here in Arizona cold. ~ Joseph. A story based on a walk in the forest When I arrived at the visitors parking lot at Lynx Lake, I was elated to see that there were only three other cars parked. “The trails will not be crowded today,” I declared aloud to myself.
It had been at least two months since my last walk here. I put on the small backpack that contained water and a light lunch, locked the car and headed for the walkway that leads down to the lake. At the bottom of the walkway I turned right, toward the western side of the Lake. It felt good to be alone on a path in the forest. I felt excited to be in the Prescott National Forest and moved ahead on the trail with feelings of joy. I crossed a short bridge and saw my friend—no, not a person—a tall giant: a majestic Ponderosa Pine Tree. It is one of the largest trees in this part of the forest, and often touch her as I walk by. Today, I did more. No human was near to see me. I walked close and put my arms around her, and hugged the tree. She is the grandmother tree in the neighborhood—the tallest, thickest and most beautiful. I whispered private things to her, also saying how happy I was to be back in her forest, The sky was exceptionally clear-blue, and a breeze playfully touched pine needles. When I walked away from grandmother tree I had the feeling that I passed through a door of enchantment. I remembered the suggestion from a friend that there is a mystical experience available to those who choose to be near tall pine trees in the forest. I was ready; I was prepared. The forest appeared more brilliantly lit by afternoon sunlight. I felt there were tree watchers present following with keen interest my steps on the forest trail. I wore a smile as I walked alongside the lake. Ripples on the surface of the water accentuated mystical feelings. I reached my favorite location—a place in the midst of tall Pine trees where there is a bench overlooking the lake. I removed my backpack and set it on the bench and sat beside it. I viewed the panoramic scene and said aloud: “Thank you God for my life and journey … thank you for your Love – your Divine Love I feel in my soul.” I ate a light lunch, drank refreshing water and was absorbed in the beauty of the day—grateful to have strength to walk this trail in the forest ... grateful for the lake and the few ducks lazily paddling about. And I was grateful for the gentle breeze, and the tall pines with needles playing a tune in the breeze. It was already quiet where I sat in warm sunshine … Then it happened: A deeper silence arrived and enveloped me. All that I can tell you of this experience is that I felt I was a guest of honor in a large outdoor amphitheater. There were no other people present that I could see with my physical eyes; nonetheless, I knew that I was not alone. Others were present—spirit friends and little people of the forest humans rarely see, yet sense that they are near. This is when I heard a message in a song sung by the Pine Tree Needles as the gentle breeze passed overhead. The words were sublime, and as best I can, I share with you: “Thank you for visiting our forest. The gratitude and honor you have expressed, is now returned to you in this silence and song. It is yours to Enjoy. It is for you and for all who pass this way … those who choose to stop and listen.” I remained for a long time in a state of awe and gratitude. When finally I walked away from the bench to return to my car, I walked on lightness of air. I smiled and waved to Grandmother Pine Tree as I passed by on the trail that follows the western shore of Lynx Lake. ~ Joseph ALL BOOKS IN MY BOOKSTORE ARE DISCOUNTED 30%
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“A movie was recommended that I see. All that I recall is a word – just one word: contact. Am I being instructed through a dream to see a movie? This seems to be the message.” I finished writing in my journal and went to the kitchen and asked my wife: "Have you ever heard of a film with the name Contact?" She did not. After breakfast I searched my computer for the title named in my dream. I found several references to a movie with the title Contact. I stopped my search and assumed this was the end of the subject. We lived in a small community near the New Mexico border. One day we went shopping in a nearby town. There was a used bookstore there that we often visit. While browsing, I hardly believed my eyes when I saw the title, Contact, on a VHS video. I purchased the video, but did not watch it. What happened is that a series of quick-moving events developed in our family and the video was tucked away unopened and not viewed. Our family relocated and the video was packed away in a box with other stuff. March 3rd, one year later, I went on the Internet to a favorite forum. A discussion in process was about an off-the-wall topic. Usually I bypass this sort of banter, but this particular day I did not. I saw that the conversation was about alien visitations, and was startled awake when the movie, Contact, was mentioned. I had completely forgotten about my dream and the fact that I purchased a video of this film! I broke away and went in search of it, which was still packed away in one of many unpacked moving boxes. As we were in a big rush to move, most of the boxes were unmarked, and there were at least thirty piled high in the storage locker. The first box I opened contained the video – on top in plain sight! I took the video home and watched Contact for the first time. I liked it. Nonetheless, I scratched my head wondering why I had a dream with the instruction to view this particular film. The feeling lingered that this is an ongoing saga and the story is not completely told (written March 3rd, 2001). **** Fast-forward fourteen years to 2015, and the month of July…the movie Contact resurrects again. It returned as the result of a word search. Here's the story of how this happened... In May of 2015 I wrote self-published a book with the title “Family Reunion.” It is a book about making connection with eleven members of my birth family that had passed into the spirit-world. I've authored more than 40 books, and whenever I published a new one, I set the book in motion toward the public and then left it alone. This I did not do with “Family Reunion.” It remained the focus of my attention. I showed this book to a friend who has more experience than me in designing book covers. She looked, paused and then suggested it required something more, some sort of eye-catching phrase or word. She said: “As a title, Family Reunion is good, but alone it is remains anemic." And so back to the drawing board I went. After several dozen experiments, I hit on the subtitle Afterlife Contact, which became a headline in red letters on the front cover of my book. When the word “contact” was selected, it clicked and I immediately remembered the dream of fifteen years ago. I wanted to see the movie again, but I could not find the old VHS copy. My wife found a DVD copy through our Public Library, and I watched it on Friday, July 17th. While viewing the movie I wondered whether I had really seen it before: it was that new and fresh for me. I watched it twice: once alone on a small laptop screen, and the second time with my family on a big screen TV. After viewing the movie Contact twice, I finally began to understand why this movie first came to me in a dream. It is all part of a preparation for me to make contact with the afterlife. At one time I was much like the "religious characters" in the movie who resisted the idea of contact with aliens. Over the years I changed, and broke away from an orthodox ridged mind-set. When awareness of the movie Contact came, change arrived. The change in my life did not happen overnight. It was a slow and long process – fifteen years! While writing the book, Family Reunion, my birth family came to me from the afterlife to write their stories. The first to come was my father, and when he did, I immediately shut him down. I was just a 16 year-old boy when he died and, truthfully, I did not like him. Over the years my feelings toward him changed, and therefore my initial reluctance to his presence was short-lived. The next day I invited him to return and write. He did. I now realize that if I had continued to resist his presence, the book would not have been written. My situation was similar to Ellie (played by Jodi Foster) in the movie Contact: silence between me and the unknown world is broken. Contact is made ... a story is told. For me, the story is the afterlife contact and a Family Reunion. ***** The date, March 3rd, returned: (1) My initial dream happened on March 3rd, 2000. (2) I first saw the movie Contact on March 3rd, 2001. (3) The first message from the afterlife came on March 3rd, 2014. It is a message received from Martin Luther. His subject: “Call for Mediums.” This subject is in Chapter One in the book (click on the title): FAMILY REUNION Afterlife Contact *** I first heard the words "the king's speech" in January of 2011. This happened while I was driving and listening to my car radio. Someone was talking about Martin Luther King, Jr., and his famous speech I Have a Dream. This was my assumption. I did not give it further thought.
This happened again a few days later. NPR (National Public Radio) is my favorite program while driving, and I heard mention of the nominees for best picture of the year academy awards. When I heard the words: The King’s Speech…I said aloud: "Hmm, they made a movie about Martin Luther King and I haven’t heard about it!" As before, I didn't give this much thought – or even care enough to investigate the movie with the title The King's Speech. A few weeks pass, and again I was listening to my car radio while driving. A program was already in progress. I did not hear any of the names of persons involved in a conversation, but I did hear the subject for discussion: the subject was stuttering. It immediately caught my attention because as a child and young man I had this speech impediment. As I continued to listen I was startled to full attention when I heard that this was the core subject of the movie, The King's Speech. Yes, I was now very alert. I decided that I must go and see this movie. To top it off, I watched the Academy Awards television program, which I normally do not do. I noticed that The King’s Speech was among the nominations for best movie of the year. And when I saw highlights of the movie, my feelings were reinforced: I must see this movie. Then, the very next day, in the afternoon of Thursday, March 3rd, 2011, I went to see The King's Speech!! Wow! Double and triple wow! I fully realize that there are different strokes for different folks ... But for me this movie triggered areas in my life and uncovered memories that were buried for 75 years!! I thought that I was fully healed of these past memories. Yet, many lingered, only waiting for a movie such as this to trigger emotions – stuff that I once called sticky goo. Yes, I understand that this movie is about a completely different individual – a KING soon to be, with all the rights and advantages of such royalty. Nonetheless, the images that drifted from the huge and wide screen broke through to this "old man" sitting alone in a seat in a theater. I was touched on levels I cannot now find words to describe. When I was a child I stuttered, and as a young man I stuttered. If you have the ability to listen very carefully, you may detect that I once had a severe speech impediment. Underneath my present-day voice, there exists a little child with a life filled with fears – some real, and some imagined. This movie, The King’s Speech, in some strange and mystical way, is my story. While watching the movie, I cried. If I had permitted myself to be so bold and free, I would have yelled and screamed, but, of course. I did not do this. When the movie was over and I left the theater, I cried. While I was driving home, my body shook; I did not know why. When I arrived safely home, I nearly collapsed from exhaustion and weakness, and I did not know why. I went to see this movie again. I missed too much the first time. I saw it again twice, and I purchased my own copy. One particular scene stands out clearly while I write these words. It is the scene when Bertie visits his brother, Edward (King Edward VIII). Edward is entertaining guests, introducing them to his girlfriend and soon to be wife, Mrs. Simpson. Edward leaves the party to go to the wine cellar in search for a special bottle of wine, and Bertie tags along, pleading as he goes for Edward not to go through with the thought of marriage to a divorced woman. At one point the two brothers stand face to face, and the older brother confronts Bertie, but Bertie cannot reply. His tongue is tied; he stammers and cannot get a word out. At this point I completely fell to pieces. Memories came flooding back. I did not see who the accusers were that mocked me, and had me in such a state of fear that I could not speak. When I was a little boy I did not feel that I had a friend. But Bertie did: Lionel Logue. Tom Hooper, director of The King's Speech said: "We all have blocks between us and our best selves. Whether it's shyness, insecurity or anxiety, we navigate these on a daily basis. Bertie had a profound version of that block. I think the story of someone overcoming that block to their best self is a universal story." The blocks “between us and our best selves” are tremendous obstacles, and they are as varied as the many faces of humanity. A movie like The King’s Speech can give the viewer a jolt to his memories, where he is enabled to feel the essence of his unique blocks, and walk away with a new courage and determination to do something about them. Yet, when he walks out of the theater and feels the sting of the cold evening air, he may awake quickly to the fact that he does not have a friend like Logue to come alongside and assist him. To do it alone is not the answer that this movie gives. Self-help can only carry us so far, but not far enough. We all need a friend like Logue; Logue represents the helper we all need and long for. Where will we find such friend? + + + + This was the year 2011 – the early part of that year. Fast forward now to the year 2015. I have not remained locked in blocks to my best self. I am not locked into the experiences of a five year-old boy. I am here: I am present…in this room with 11 other adults. I am here: an 80 year-old man and I am living proof that change toward my best self is possible. Today it is four years later: mid-2015. My story continues. It is the story of the process of healing toward my best self. Change toward our best self is not only possible, it is also very real. I have learned that change to my best self is not instantaneous. It is a process. I have also learned that a law exists that applies to this: It is called “the law of progress.” No person need remain stuck in the blocks between us and our best selves. “Progress is the one law of the universe that exists always, and man, when he gets in condition, will always be the object and subject of that law.” ____________________________ Originally written March 7th, 2011 Edited June 15th, 2015 for an oral reading: C.H.E.W. – “Coffee House Extraordinary Writers” Prescott Public Library, June 16th, 2015 – Joseph Babinsky Letter from my brother killed in WW II “Hello Joseph! I intended to write Joey but the name Joseph was written instead. It has been many years since we last talked – me as your older brother, and you, a small kid of nine. "Here you are now, an old man with a grey beard. How different! If you could see me, I would stand before you with the appearance of a young man, perhaps 32 years-old or so. "Yes, it is true; I am your brother, Charles, and I do live in the Celestial Heaven. "When on earth I knew nothing of this when I arrived here – I mean in spirit; I knew next to nothing. The memories of my few short years on earth have nearly faded. It would be like you trying to recall details from your life as a child. So I am thankful you are not waiting with a lot of questions; some I might be able to answer, but perhaps not many. "Our dear sister, Ana: oh, what a surprise it was when she came to me after I arrived in this spirit-world! How could I have possibly known that she would be here? "I do not recall that I knew that I had a sister that died shortly after birth. I do not recall that anyone in our family ever spoke to me about a sister that died before I was born. This is one thing I do not remember. Our sister, Dorothy, probably represents a true picture of our knowledge of this: Dorothy tried to correct you when she heard you say that there were twelve in our family. We were not taught to remember Ana; thus I came here with the awareness of eleven children – not twelve. So after I died in the war, I arrived here with incomplete truth about our family. "As far as my death and transition, it was difficult. War is a horrible and an unnatural thing. This is true no matter which side you are on. However, the thoughts of the mind were much worse than the experience of death. The pain of the body was little compared to the lingering, ignorant thoughts and images conjured up by the mind. I was a scared guy, not fully knowing what was happening to me. "Thankfully I died quickly, and when I arrived here I thought I was hallucinating. One moment I am on a bed of blood, and the next moment I am in a place of calmness, of beauty and rest. There were many loving people visiting all the soldiers arriving from battles. "One very beautiful girl stood out among all the others that came to us to help and assist us. She was more beautiful to me than any other lovely female that I had ever seen. Of course, I did not know who she was or even where I was. And this is why I thought that I was dreaming. I had no reference point. I was ignorant. "This young girl came to me often, and I liked her presence. She seemed to me to be about my own age. Yes, she visited others, but she appeared to take a special interest in me. We talked often, but I am sure it was one-sided, where she did most of the talking. "She helped me to realize that I had died in the war. I remember feeling strange. She helped me see that my physical body was gone and that I had a different kind of body – a body that was similar and the same shape, but of a different density. She taught me that this is my spirit body, and that it had been with me all along while on earth, and that my physical body was like a covering for my spirit body. "She also taught me that I was now living in a different world, a different dimension – a different life. For some reason I found this easy to accept. For instance, I discovered that I was able to walk and run and jump. When I hit the ground I did not suffer pain. I did not get winded when I ran. "The world I found myself in is a beautiful place; it has trees and flowers and streams. All I could think about this was how beautiful and peaceful it is here. I began to love where I was and did not make an attempt – as many others did – to return to earth. I felt that I belonged here – that this was my real home, and where I was meant to be. "Well, the girl I began to tell you about was an excellent teacher. She knew so much about this world. She helped me to realize that I was not dead, not really – but that I was now fully alive – more alive than ever. "Well, one day, when we were talking about our life in this world, and our family still on earth, she said that my mother had another child, born just one year before I was born. I was curious about this and to help me understand, she showed me records of our family. "Yes, there really are records of this kind here. You have already read about this fact in other books available to you on earth, yet I see that you are a bit surprised that I write about these records. But you need to realize that I did not know this. I also discovered that they have fantastic libraries here. You can read and study as much as you choose. "So after this research other teachers informed me that the girl I admired so much is my sister – my sister, Ana. I grew silent when her identity was revealed to me. How could this be? I asked. How does an infant grow in this world? I also asked. This was too good to be true! Then something quickly happened. I felt that some sort of cord went from me to her – not a literal cord – but a cord of connection. The news that she is my sister established a bond. The news felt right; it felt true. "I hugged her. We held each other in this embrace for a long time. After this experience I could not tolerate to be away from her. I stayed as close as possible to her. I listened closely to her words and she taught me even more and greater things. Because of her I am here today writing this message to you – my kid brother. "Oh, Joseph, I have so much more to write and tell you. I am a thankful person to be able to come and write and tell you my story. In the days to come, I, along with mom and dad and Ana, and many other friends in this life, wish to tell people on earth what it is really like to live in this world. I know that you already have many books on this subject in your world, but what we write will bring added and fresh perspectives that humans will enjoy reading. The books you have on earth cannot possibly contain all that can be written about our life here. "I have only started, and so I am looking forward to coming to you again to continue our story. I hope that you have enjoyed this experience today. Thank you Joey! Thank you Joseph! I love you. "Love from your family and all your friends in the spirit-world, "I am your brother, Charles." ________________________________________________ Excerpt from the new book: “Family Reunion – A Spiritual Journey” Available for preview and purchase at: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/josephbabinsky +++ What, oh what will I do? I am seriously thinking that I may actually do it.
Hold on a minute… A lot can happen between now and then: I can fall down the stairs after I leave this room. Even before that, I can have a heart attack while sitting at this chair. Notwithstanding such contingencies of life… If all goes well: after six days I will wake on Wednesday, May the 20th, and I will celebrate my 80th birthday! By gosh…I felt weird after writing the last sentence: Eighty! Really? You must be joking! I know. It’s only a number. But it has me attached to that number. I have a history of numbers, and for me this began nearly 80 years ago – in 1935. If my mom had anything to do with it, I would not even be thinking about my 80th birthday. Why do I say such a thing? Simply because an older sister informed me that somewhere along the line mom decided she had enough. She went to a doctor to find out what could be done about not having another child. The doctor scolded her, and advised her never to ask such a ridiculous question again. I am guessing that this incident happened in 1921, after the fourth child was born. All I know for certainty is that I am here, and I am the last child: number 12. Today the question for me is this: What, oh what will I do? I have six days to decide what I will do. Here are a few thoughts I’ve come up with about my birthday celebration: Local people here in Prescott say that on your birthday you can get a free drink at each bar, grille or tavern on Whiskey Row, an historic street in our town. I’m not big on alcohol, but I may wander into a bar or two and have a shot. If I did more I’d be wasted and wouldn’t remember a thing about turning eighty. I’ve also heard there is a steak house located on Iron Springs Road that will serve you a free steak on your birthday. Now this might be a nice thing to do. However, what I would most like to do on my birthday is to go for a walk – preferably a walk at Lynx Lake early in the morning. I’d take my camera and shoot photos. I’d also tote my journal and write a story. If I did this, I might even be blessed with a visitation. If you are not sure what I mean, let me explain by way of an illustration from something that happened on my fiftieth birthday. On that day I went for a hike on a mountain trail located near Tucson. Thirty years later I’m not sure exactly what happened. I saw someone and something was experienced. That’s the short of it. I hiked quite a distance and sat to rest on a large rock overlooking the trail I had climbed. I heard faint footsteps, and looked below and saw a hiker slowly coming toward me. When he drew near I saw that he was an older man, perhaps as old as I will be in six days. He reached my location and only nodded recognition as he proceeded along the trail. No words were spoken, but strange at it may sound, a message was given, which I happily embraced. It was this: Never give up. These three words stuck in my memory because something similar happened 2 years earlier. In 1983 I almost died. My wife did; we were in a car wreck and she didn’t make it. During my recovery program I went for a short walk in the desert. I saw a woman coming toward me heading in the direction of a mountain trail. I stopped and asked her a question: “How far do you plan to walk?” She smiled and said “Until I get tired, and then I’ll turn around and come back.” I felt bold and asked: “How old are you?” She laughed and replied “Soon be 65!” I was 48, and felt inspired by her comments to continue physical therapy. I worked hard and eventually became quite capable of hiking strenuous mountain trails, often more than 10 miles in one day. I did not give up. Through the years I have written stories that grew from the chance meeting of this woman and, later, the old man. “Never give up” became my personal mantra. One such story was written ten years ago, on the occasion of my seventieth birthday. This story was based on a visitation that took place at Lynx Lake, where the stranger that I met in 1985 came along the trail bordering the Lake. This time he stopped and sat with me, and we chatted. He told me his name and shared that he was married and gave his wife’s name, Esther. Someday, he promised, I would meet her. I think I’ll forget about whiskey. Instead, I plan to go for a walk at Lynx Lake. Maybe I’ll be blessed to have a conversation with my friend when I see him on my birthday. I have a feeling that Esther will be with him. Six days and counting. ++ Joseph Babinsky First Presented to C.H.E.W. A group for writers that meet biweekly at: The Public Library Prescott, Arizona ***** My personal experience ... This is my experience of the Full Moon Eclipse...
I returned to my home at 7:10am. My home is located in Prescott, AZ. My morning started about 4 hours earlier at 4:10am chasing the Full Moon Eclipse. Of course, at the end, around 6:00am, I stopped for hot coffee and breakfast. I was so cold, even with two coats and a hooded sweatshirt! When I began, it was only 32 degrees. Was it worth it! Absolutely. I do not have a good camera, but those interested in images, there are plenty being posted on the Internet from various places around the globe. Ty Lamb here in Prescott took beautiful photos of this Eclipse; the photo above was taken by him. I said I chased the Full Moon Eclipse. This is true...When I first went outdoors at 4:10am I drove to a few spots I thought might be a good location to view the Eclipse. I was wrong; and drove home and went to my own backyard. Here it was, the right spot. It was dark and I had a perfect place to watch the Eclipse develop. Personally, the Full Moon Eclipse unexpectedly shifted into a mystical and holy experience. When I saw the full bright moon begin to disappear, it was like a veil being drawn over it: the curtain at the end of a life-changing drama. I saw it as the end of a phase of my life here on earth. I waited in silence in the dark. The only light present was from stars and a pale red image where the bright moon once was -- and a sliver of diamond light at the upper right edge of the Blood Moon. I felt myself quietly being changed by this drama happening in the morning sky. I did not resist, nor did I judge what I was feeling. I stood silent: waiting for the next part of the drama that I knew would come. It did, and, though I knew what would happen, it was as though I did not really know. How could I know what the next moments would bring to me as I watched the moon being lit again by the sun? I cried during this silent unveiling of the bright moon. I sensed that a phase of my life closed when the Blood Moon arrived, and an awareness emerged of a new beginning: this unfolded while the Bright Full Moon made its entrance. I saw with my eyes what my heart was feeling. I stepped with confidence into this experience, embracing all the varied feelings of new beginnings. I felt rejuvenation. I felt invitation to step into the light of the Bright Moon. A new chapter in my life opened. I saw this blending with the arrival of my eightieth birthday. Amazing: and I am grateful. -- Joseph |
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