Comments on: Done, at last http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/done-at-last.htm Listening to The Voice Within Tue, 07 Feb 2012 11:14:39 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.3 By: Chuck Gebhardt http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/done-at-last.htm#comment-84784 Chuck Gebhardt Thu, 04 Feb 2010 23:09:00 +0000 http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/done-at-last.htm#comment-84784 Oh, pitta! I just love the things you say! "I'm so tired of my ego. Just five minutes ago I told that to it." Every time I think of this stetement, I have to laugh! I can just see you sitting there telling your ego to get lost! Oh, pitta! I just love the things you say! “I’m so tired of my ego. Just five minutes ago I told that to it.” Every time I think of this stetement, I have to laugh! I can just see you sitting there telling your ego to get lost!

]]> By: Patrizia http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/done-at-last.htm#comment-84227 Patrizia Sun, 24 Jan 2010 17:11:59 +0000 http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/done-at-last.htm#comment-84227 Oh Chuck, what a wonderful dream you have done! I also have dreamed my home was burning, but it was only my home and nobody help me. But your dream is a great gift. At what point is our bridge? Dear Gloria, I can understand you very well: me too, I'm so tired of my ego. Just five minutes ago I told that to it. Oh Chuck, what a wonderful dream you have done! I also have dreamed my home was burning, but it was only my home and nobody help me.
But your dream is a great gift. At what point is our bridge?
Dear Gloria, I can understand you very well: me too, I’m so tired of my ego. Just five minutes ago I told that to it.

]]> By: Chuck Gebhardt http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/done-at-last.htm#comment-84226 Chuck Gebhardt Sun, 24 Jan 2010 17:03:30 +0000 http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/done-at-last.htm#comment-84226 Gloria, reading your title about there not being a boatman reminded me of a dream I had just last night. It was kind of a lucid dream in which I was thinking about what was going on in the dream and the dream was responding to my thought. It was also very short and to the point (very unusual for my dreams). It started out as a vision of a city on top of a mountain. The city was in flames and many of the buildings had collapsed, as if an earthquake had occurred. I didn’t hear any voices nor see any people, but I knew there was much suffering in this mountaintop city. Next to this mountain was another mountain. This mountain was gleaming in its beauty, cleanliness, peace and orderliness. It was gorgeous to behold. I did not see people here, either, but I knew those in this city we happy and joyful. Between these two mountain cities was a very deep gorge, seeming to be many miles deep. This gorge kept each city totally isolated form the other. In this lucid dream I asked: What is this all about? Why am I seeing this? The answer came in a kind of knowing, with no voice involved. “This is why I send my children, to be the builders of a bridge.” When I read the last line of this blog: “There Is No Boatman to Carry Us across the River.” This dream came back to my memory with the same force as the original dream had. Loving you and your blogs.....Chuck Gloria, reading your title about there not being a boatman reminded me of a dream I had just last night. It was kind of a lucid dream in which I was thinking about what was going on in the dream and the dream was responding to my thought. It was also very short and to the point (very unusual for my dreams).

It started out as a vision of a city on top of a mountain. The city was in flames and many of the buildings had collapsed, as if an earthquake had occurred. I didn’t hear any voices nor see any people, but I knew there was much suffering in this mountaintop city.

Next to this mountain was another mountain. This mountain was gleaming in its beauty, cleanliness, peace and orderliness. It was gorgeous to behold. I did not see people here, either, but I knew those in this city we happy and joyful.

Between these two mountain cities was a very deep gorge, seeming to be many miles deep. This gorge kept each city totally isolated form the other. In this lucid dream I asked: What is this all about? Why am I seeing this? The answer came in a kind of knowing, with no voice involved. “This is why I send my children, to be the builders of a bridge.”

When I read the last line of this blog: “There Is No Boatman to Carry Us across the River.” This dream came back to my memory with the same force as the original dream had.

Loving you and your blogs…..Chuck

]]> By: Gloria http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/done-at-last.htm#comment-84221 Gloria Sun, 24 Jan 2010 14:55:50 +0000 http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/done-at-last.htm#comment-84221 Absolutely! Absolutely!

]]> By: Charles Fines http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/done-at-last.htm#comment-84220 Charles Fines Sun, 24 Jan 2010 14:37:40 +0000 http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/done-at-last.htm#comment-84220 When and if the article is published I would appreciate a heads up and a link. When and if the article is published I would appreciate a heads up and a link.

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