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And some have moved beyond the mundane and material, above reproach and their conduct is irrefutably sourced by the Heavenly Father of unconditional love. We are his perfect children learning in an imperfect world school attempting to manifest our perfect nature. How can we possibly do that, that is, manifest perfection in an imperfect world. Is the imperfection of the world independent of the souls living, growing, learning and playing roles in it’s mystery, drama, comedy of errors and adventure in which they develop their loving faith, resilience, fearlessness and persistence while overcoming the myriad obstacles in the satisfying of their desires and achieving their goals? The challenge is to avoid taking life too seriously and realize their the trials and tests are temporary in this finishing school for immortals, who are seeking to manifest their infinite unique natures.

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It takes a host of virtues: resilience, fortitude, courage, termination, determination, persistence, integrity and a host of other strong qualities to be a successful president

Did you hear the story about the peaceful planet? On this planet for centuries all the people were fighting each other. Wars broke out at the drop of a hat. Many people died in bloody confrontations.

Super colossal explosions devastated cities. The environmental cycles and conditions were negatively altered by indifferent manufacturing processes that polluted the natural resources.

The people finally understood that meditation would help them to reverse this trend.

They all needed to learn how to meditate and practice going within twice a day. A great majority of the inhabitants realized scientifically that quiet meditation would help them to calm down and in turn adopt peaceful, loving attitudes towards their fellow planetary citizens. Their meditation practice also helped them to create ways to save their planet from the errors of their manufacturing practices. Realization of their common origin created mutually prospering living and business endeavors that benefited all diverse cultures.

The planet’s spiritually evolving civilizations vibrationally refined and purified all life in their solar system and beyond.

Life was good for many, many centuries.

A sage has said that the universe and everything in it is a thought in the mind of God. Since we are children of God, conceivably, potentially, we, God’s children, have the power of thought and will to manifest things and conditions. If all God’s children were too think, on a certain day and time, that the earth was cool, imagine and visualize rain, snow, coolness covering the earth, and all conditions causing Global Warning to be once and for all reversed, then conceivably we could all make that transformation possible.

When all you have is a hammer everything looks like a nail. When all you know is a computers everything looks like a simulation. The Hindus have a word for it, the cosmic play, God’s Lila.

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Navy shower, (when they turn on the water for a few minutes to get wet, turn off the water to soak down, then turn on the water to rinse off)is required on Naval vessels because they carry a limited amount of freshwater on the ships. I was wondering: “why can’t they have a water distiller on-board near the heat generating engines, that would distill sea water from the ocean for the showers. The residue, brine, can perhaps be used in 3-D printers.

Lo and behold, I googled it and brine is already being used in 3-D printing.

And I wouldn’t be surprised if the Navy has already installed micro distillers on their ships.

He’s going where he has never gone before, and when he gets there he won’t know anything. And no one will know him, the perfect time to reinvent oneself is when the ground is unfamiliar, and you have a few moments of creative leisure to ponder the possibilities, forget the past, be one with the present And create your own future.

A friend did ask me about my attitude toward conspiracy theories:
My answer:
I figure that the best use of my time is spent on news that have a majority acceptance, and if ideas agitate me in any way then I’m better off concentrating instead on my spiritual studies, meditating, and praying that things work out for the best. I can’t do anything with, for, or about any conspiracy theory besides give them more support and energy by thinking about them, and like I said, if any news arouses ire, or anxiety, I’m better off praying for peace, exercising or finding a more self-nurturing or nourishing focus for my attention.

As I continue my spiritual work, what will I have to contend with, not only in the world, but how many of my personal demons will hinder and thwart me in my determination to acquire, live, seek and recognize truth; and advance my realization and evolution so that it affects the world consciousness in a positive way? What thought train should I take to its logical or intuitive conclusion to allow me access to an inner orientation that will result in greater than average results in the pursuit of alleviating suffering and enlightening everyone I meet and initiate a positive wave of influence?

The following account has been translated from a language of a civilization far removed from Earth astronomically, culturally, and intelligence.
Reference, and idioms of the English have been used to facilitate understanding by Earth’s English speaking populace. If the dialogue, et cetera, seems to be familiar, that was done on purpose, we’re aware that it would be unrealistic to believe that an entity from a far distance highly advanced culture would speak in such a way as to be understood by Earth’s inhabitants.
Mucai record in the Mortson year, of Many.

Prologue: Mucai space cruiser miracalously materialized in another part of Galaxy.
Most of the exchanges in this chapter are between Mucai and his integrated computer system, that can respond to his thoughts instantaneously. All of the “conversation” between Mucai will appear as recorded dialogue. We’ll use the integrated query system’s nickname, N, short for Nano Noodle, an affectionate label.
“Where are we,” Mucai wondered.
“Many parsecs from the main office, your Lordship,” NN’s reply came almost as fast as Mucai thought it.
“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t call me that. You can drop that protocol, I’m the only one who hears you, so you won’t get punished, for breaking that rule. Just M, please. It will be quicker and less confusing. Especially when we are around others in the royal court, all that Lordship razzle matazz, really annoys me,” Mucai remonstrated.
“Yes M, will do. In answer to your present thought, “how did we get here?” We either chanced on a hidden galactic conduit, created by some alien race or the BK (big Kahuna) is messing with us, or we have a purpose here, apparently unbeknownst to us at the moment,” so said N.
“So many possibilities. Now we play it by ear, I suppose and hope we get it right. How are the systems? Since we’re not moving, propulsion must be down, any idea why,” M asked.
“No idea. There appears to be no damage, either internally or externally. There may be some kind of adjustment necessary to adapt our technology to this region of space, “ N said.
“I don’t follow that. Anyway what’s the next order of business. Where were we and what were we doing before we arrived here,” M thought. Almost in unison, M remembered, and N explained. “Ah yes, we were about to be blown to smithereens by those nasty, nauseating Nuknobs. Will they show up here too?” almost in answer to his question, there was tiny flash in the distance. “It is them, isn’t it?”
“Yes, they are probably disoriented, so we have time to do something about out situation,” N ventured.
“Good, I like it that you’re anticipated my next thought. What is working?” M said.
“Teleportation appears to be functioning,” said N.
‘Okay, are there habitable planets nearby? I don’t expect to be able to create breathable air in an unfamiliar environment,” M thought.
“Yes, the third planet near that sun is habitable and it’s within range,” N said.
M noticed something in the direction of the Nuknobs ship. “They are moving in our direction.” N said.
As quickly as M ordered N to set the destination and initiate teleportation, they vanished from space. Not a second too soon, the Nuknobs laser blasted M’s vessel into smitereens.

As quickly as M and his integrated computer materialized on a grassy lawn, M’s first thought order was ‘cloak!’ And so their presence was made visually undetectable.
M said, “I have a feeling we’ve been spotted any way,” as he noticed two inhabitants of the planet apparently throwing a small round object back and forth.
“Not by them,” N said, “they’re not looking this way. Is there another?” N did not have intuition and could not detect phenomenon beyond the immediate realm of functioning.
M mused, “yes, I do sense another, who senses us. Where is it?”
“ Near the fence, it is looking our way. It doesn’t look dangerous, “thought N.
“It’s trying to determine whether we are a threat. It’s odd, I detect the consciousness of two independent entities, both occupying that body, “ M mused.
“Passenger or hitchhiking is an ability possessed by witches and sorcerers. Will she try to possess you? My knowledge stream indicates that possession is sometimes involuntary, a trick of the BK, to provide a secret weapon or some other purpose.”
“How do we communicate with it? It can’t see us, it’s only aware of us. Can we talk to it, if we get close enough? We don’t want to scare it off?” M said.
“It appears to be moving in our direction,” N mentioned.
“Great, things are moving right along,” M said.
There was a brief flash and a puff of smoke, on the other side of grassy lawn, that quickly dissipated in the gentle breeze.
“Was that what I think it was,” M asked.
“Yes, the Nuknobs attempted to materialize here, but there atomic makeup has some oddities that must have reacted unfavorably to this atmosphere,” N responded.
“Serves them right,” M said. His attention returned to the entity that was making it’s way toward them over the green grass lawn. One of the other entities called out to it, “Want to play catch, Mom?”
“No sweetheart, you and father are better at it than I am, I want to check my roses. You’re doing so much better than last week,” it said, as it continued to walk toward M & N.
“I have a terrible premonition,” N thought.
“You weren’t programmed to have premonitions…..But now that you mention it, so do I,” said M.
“She or it doesn’t look very formidable,” N shared, referring to the entity approaching them.
M didn’t respond immediately, “She’s not a threat. It’s something else.”
…..to be continued