Fw: fw- reply to the big wheel

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this is very much like in the way ive spoken and thought of other members

of..organizations....ie masons...it took me quite awhile to open my/other

persons (mind)view of love ing unconditionally...for both members

(wingers/illuminaries) are members of...the greater whole in more ways then i

ever thought of....or knew...thank you for this confirmation ...it is timelly

for i am /we are focusing on the tptb...and not excluding

anyone/person/group...(bush) to the opening (entrance)of the door to higher

realms...(light/love).....for i myself was guilty of this lower view of life and

opinion...once agian..thank you...

 

PRIESTESS <priestess999 wrote:

 

 

 

- PRIESTESS

CosmicComm

Monday, November 14, 2005 7:08 PM

Re: Fw: lovely Judy

 

 

 

" we are everyday angels;I'm sensitive, and I'd like to stay that way. "

Jewel

 

There were angels at the Wild Duck Inn in East Rockaway, New York,

also.

Ironically, these angels were Feared all across the land.

They were Hells angels and Pagans.

They told me not to tell anybody or it would ruin their reputations...

shhhhhhhhh!(lol)

They told me that I brought out the good in them.

In retrospect, I realize that it was because I did not judge or fear them, and

only loved them as I do all.

This was new to them.

They reacted to love and trust which Myself and my daughter sent out.

All is a give and take.

Love is contagious.

This is what I have experienced.

These people will never be the same, because they know they are holy, through

the experience of their deeds.

They had said that I was the only one they were ever kind too, because they

were incapeable of treating me as they treated everyone else.

They equated their blessed deeds to me.

I say It was the love in them waiting to be recieved without fear.

It was fear which caused the need to incite fear in others.

When not reacting in fear, but in love, they reciprocate with love.

I looked upon them as children, and when the children were misbehaving, I

would discipline them as any good mother would.

This is what I was;a mother.

I was not a bartender.

I had been called into the wild duck inn to restore order as I had a

reputation in dealing with people.

I was told I was the only one anyone could think of whom would never steal

from the register.

Upon recieving the call, I said " I would never lower myself to tending bar. "

I know it was a rather rude and snobby reply to a job offer, but I didn't

realize it at that moment.

The girl on the other end(AnnMarie) replied " what is more honorable?taking a

job you percieve as beneath you to provide for your daughter, or not providing

for her, and keeping your dignity? "

I came in to work that week.

I had a brace on my leg, which went from my upper thigh down to my ankle.

I said it was only temporary, as I did not yet know any better.

That brace remained on my leg years later, when I wore it to my best friend,

Karen's wedding.

The angels of the wild duck inn remained part of me, as well, and still remain

in my heart, to this very day.

Blessed be, to everyday angels, dwelling within each and every one of us,as

even

the most ornery of characters are susceptible to angelic possession.

angelic prescence hides within each and every one of us,

just waiting to be invoked,through unconditional love;the most contagious

manifestation ever known to mankind.

Blessings of healing love & harmonic light,

and

many more blessings to come,

Priestess Ilona Lynch

 

 

 

 

 

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CosmicComm

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Sunday, November 13, 2005 2:35 PM

Fwd: Fw: lovely Judy

 

 

Fw: The Big Wheel (this made me cry)

 

 

 

The Big Wheel

 

In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just

75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged from three

months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much

more than a presence they feared.

 

Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would

scramble to hide under their beds.

 

He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.

Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no

food either.

 

If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time,

I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked

brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the

rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.

 

The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small

town. No luck.

 

The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried

to convince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn or do

anything. I had to have a job.

 

Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town,

was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck

stop. It was called the Big Wheel.

 

An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window

from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard

shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour,

and I could start that night. I raced home and called the teenager down the

street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on

my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the

kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her,

so we made a deal.

 

That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all

thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.

 

When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her

home with one dollar of my tip money--fully half of what I averaged every

night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager

wage.

 

The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and

began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again

every morning before I could go home.

 

One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found

four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just

those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ?

I wondered.

 

I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his

mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me

a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.

 

I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.

Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the

kids.

 

I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old

toys. Then hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa

to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing

patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far

gone to repair.

 

On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big

Wheel. These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper

named Joe.

 

A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were

dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around

and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home

before the sun came up.

 

When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning,

to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with

boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door,

crawled inside and knee led in the front facing the back seat.

 

Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case

of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full

of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other

boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There

was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There

was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was hole

bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks

and one beautiful little doll.

 

As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most

amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will

never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.

 

Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all

hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....

 

THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to

prayer:

 

1. " Yes! "

2. " Not yet. "

3. " I have something better in mind. "

 

God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar. You maybe going

through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a

way that you cannot imagine.

 

My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless, and

I picked you.

 

Please pass this to at least four people you want to be blessed and a

copy back to me.

 

This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive.

There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one

another. Here is the prayer:....

 

Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies

reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power.

Amen.

 

I know I picked more than four, so can you.

 

 

 

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L & L,

 

Vikki T,

for CAC

 

 

 

 

the only way evil will win is...when a good man or woman does nothing...

 

 

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