Posts Tagged "Julia Marks"


For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the Earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts. Yours and Mine It is an interesting world when you live, as I do, as a mystic. It goes along, with a semblance of normalcy, and then there is the inevitable wall. Which brings with it a drenching shower of confusion. I put into...

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Thumping Around I will admit that the concept of a circle serving as a means of getting one’s prayer answered was initially very disorienting. The Circle Maker starts with a somewhat myth-like tale of an ancient Jewish prophet commanding God to provide rain.  And drawing circles around himself for emphasis.  It is a nice, sweet story.  For children who need to begin to understand that God answers prayers. But right on its heels...

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Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord, Jesus Christ. Returning to childhood Giving thanks for everyone in the name of Jesus. It sounds like the lesson God, the Father, gave me as a young child, and one that lasted until I graduated from high school.  If not longer. You see this, Julia, it is all God.  It is all me. It was like being given a chance to work on the largest jigsaw puzzle in...

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Mothering Nature I was shown something the other day.  In one way I had the feeling that I knew this already.  But in another way, it shocked me. I mulled it over for an entire day.  And still land on it at times. The Earth as a rational, sentient wholeness that can not only live in harmony with Man, but can understand his needs and respond to them. I spent my childhood sitting in fields of long grass and walking miles through the...

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I feel as though I have been being built all my life. At first, clearly, it was God doing the building. But as his absolute nature of being the Builder diminished and I was left, more and more to participate in the process, I became, understandably, increasingly doubtful of who I am. Sometimes what I was working on mystically would come crashing down so hard that I thought I was at the very beginning of my flight into the world,...

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