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FEAR IS
Fear is the time killer.
It consumes our precious memories.
It crushes bright and happy thoughts.
It prevents us from living in the present, in the now.
It controls thoughts and ideas of what we contemplate for our future.
Fear prevents us from moving ahead or escaping from what we’ve done in the past that we may not be proud of, or wish to remember.
Fear keeps us from taking a step forward; a move to what we could do that, when walking through that door would bring beneficial change and enlightenment.
Fear cheats us of our health: physically, mentally, and emotionally.
It clouds our mind and ability to think clearly.
Fear haunts our evenings and our dreams. It shatters our night’s sleep.
Fear is as destructive and harmful as any disease, it clings to us, and it can kill us.
When Fear approaches us, acknowledge it, but don’t allow it entry.
If it sneaks in, as it is wont to do, push Fear out. Pray. Empty your thoughts of anything negative and meditate on what brings you clarity, peace, tranquility, and delight.
Each time you do this, as you learn to, it will become easier and more comforting – and you can then become separate from it.
When you free it:
FEAR IS… GONE
–Kathy Pippig
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MUSIC
Music may be a language considered more versatile than the spoken word, or the written word.
Regardless of your ethnic or ancestral origins, music is understood by all that hear or create it. Music is universal and needs no translation.
The languages of music are the different genres. The dialects are the different styles and moods within each dialect.
With just seven notes, their respective sharps, flats, and octaves, MUSIC: Paints a pastoral scene. A tumultuous storm. It draws out a moment of sheer joy. It sets our mind free of worry and moves our body to whirl and dance, forgetting all else but the enjoyment of the song.
It is likely music was made, was played, before man had the gift of speech.
Music mimics the song of a bird. The susurration of a brook. The wind swirling through the high, craggy mountains and trees lining the riverside. It resounds like a thundering storm. And whispers like Spring blossoms drifting down on a new summer’s breeze to verdant hills and mossy rocks.
Music is the echo of the beauty of the earth and the pulse of The Creator. Music is eternal. And magic…
–Kathy Pippig
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