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I am a published author, my first book just came out in December. I have been blogging the "Wild Empath Chronicles" for a couple of years, practical insights to Empathy. I am a minister for the universal life church, and have started penning blogs by Rev. Wonder, a look into a more practical side of Christianity for daily living.
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A little bit of Children of the Son - T.w. Richards

A story of faith, hope and love.  ...

 

“Come here demon” she smiled, “I want to get to know the

being I will be with the rest of my short life.” She didn’t need him

to touch her to feel the confusion he was expressing. She cocked her

head, “take off your shirt please, and sit down.”

He did so, and sat on the edge of the bed. She sat on his lap facing

him and wrapped her legs around him. His six four frame usually

towered over her but in this position they were nearly eye to eye. She

took her fingers and gently dragged them through his light brown

hair; she felt the texture of his scalp, the softness of his curls. His

hair was wavy, and just a little curly. It was longer than fashionable,

but it suited him beautifully. He looked like someone from Apollo’s

time, and maybe he was. It was just a little damp; it must be foggy

outside, she thought.

“Women wear their hair to express themselves,” she said more

to herself than to him. “We wear it long to feel feminine, short for

convenience, and real short to express displeasure at our weaknesses.

Men usually think no such things. They will do what they think we

want, but in the end they would just rather not worry about it and

let it be natural.”

She took her index finger and stroked his brow. “You were turned

as young man, but the worry line was already formed. You were a

man that thought things through, weighed outcomes to insure success.

Your attention to detail and your strong will are etched here.”

Then she looked into his blood-red eyes. “Your eyes are the window

to your soul; they tell me everything I need to know. I see in

them right now, the sadness of some of your decisions, and your love

for me. It warms me. When you look me in the eye I feel you can see

my soul, and everything about me and you are fine with all that I am

and all that I am not.”

She traced the straight ridge of his nose with one warm finger,

“Your strongest sense I would think, this part of you that reminds

me of your other self, the instinctual animal side of your nature.”

 

She traced his cold lips with her finger, he never moved, he was

like stone. “You have a wonderful smile, it brightens my day, and

now it will give me hope.”

She cupped his jaw on either side, and ran her finger along his

cheek bone, just like the first time she touched him. “The coolness

always surprises me, you aren’t a cold being in my heart, and you are

warmth and light to my soul.” She felt his soft skin over his hard

bone structure, “The perfect example to what you are.” she said.

She ran her hands down his neck, and pushed his hair off the

nape of his neck, and saw the tiny pinpoint scar that was his changing.

He touched her and she felt the memory of fear, trust me, she

said, and she kissed the scar soft as a breath.

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a perfect moment

Posted on April 29, 2011 at 1:34pm 0 Comments

You are standing in front of your horse, holding his head in both hands, sending him the plan, the strategy for this next competition. You are letting him know the ground is bad at the first barrel, to be careful, and that you will do what ever it takes to help him make the best run you can. You mount up, and trot some easy circles to warm him up, you lope both ways, making spiral type circles to stretch his muscles. Your girth is tight, you balance even, you head to the gate. You can feel his… Continue

Lesson Learned

Posted on March 9, 2011 at 12:02pm 0 Comments

She had made her plan, thought it all out very carefully. As her health was deteriorating, the disease had taken over. She lay there listening to the beeps of the monitor, the whir of some machine. There was no movement this time of night. Rounds were over, and she could hear the nurses softly talking to each other and the occasional chuckle. She had gently pulled out one of the plugs earlier so the machine alarm went off; she had managed to move it enough so it looked like she got up. She… Continue

Faith

Posted on March 8, 2011 at 1:45pm 0 Comments

Your Faith



Such a touchy subject Faith, you ask most folks and either there hackles go up, or they stammer, or blush as though embarrassed. Faith, a simple concept of what do you believe. What do you “know” that you cannot see? Where do you get your divine inspiration?



You will hear people say they have no faith in human nature, yet every day as we drive down the road we have faith that those going the other way will stay on their side of the center line. The few times it… Continue

the POWER of prayer

Posted on February 9, 2011 at 1:05pm 0 Comments

The POWER of Prayer



I just sent out a thank you to some friends of mine that have been sending healing energy to a young man that was injured in a car accident. These people did not know the boy, but sent out prayers and good intent to him anyway. It’s an honor do know the kind of folks that give just because it’s the right thing to do.



But it got me thinking about energy, prayer, intent…and how it all works together. Seems we have our own personal energy, emotional energy… Continue

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At 4:17pm on April 22, 2011, Ms.Gypsy said…

Many Blessings

My Dear New Friend!!!

 

 

I want to thank you for the gift of your friendship is and honor and a pleasure.  Hope we can get to know each other better.  This is a wonderful family here.  If I can help you with anything, please let me know.  May the Angels embraced you with there love.

Blessings, light and love.

Ms. Gypsy

At 11:24pm on April 12, 2011, Ms.Gypsy said…

Welcome to Om Time Magazine my Friend!!!

Is an honor to have you!!!!

 



In behalf of our staff, I want to take this opportunity to welcome you to Om Time Magazine.   Please forgive us for not welcome you sooner.  Make yourself at home. We look forward to hearing from you. Blessings and Light
Love always,
Ms. Gypsy
Namaste!!

 
 
 

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