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Just my world of dreams, music and thoughts. Author of two books, one a novel of Love stories set in Framingham, Mass, Secrets of the Heart the 2nd book an autobiography of growing up in Framingham, Mass. Small Town America, Framingham My generation was the first teenage generation, that was when the word was coined. Ours was the generation that started cruising through town and to the drive in theater and drive in restaurant. In our area, Ernie Kampersal,from Holliston, drove his bucking car through town, picking up girls. It rose in the air, like a stallion! We went to the soda shops and played the juke boxes. It was a different town, a different time, and it belonged to us!

Monday, October 11, 2010

The "Unknown" Reality, Jane Roberts

Jane Roberts stays with me, since I started reading her books about 20 years ago.  Her books are like a bible of information on the unknown reality.  Many of her channeled thoughts have proven true, over the years.
It was my hope that my small book on the life and loves of a dying woman, and her friends would open the world of "unknown" reality to those of us that prefer to gather information in story form.

In witing Secrets of the Heart, I used the knowledge I had gained from my close friend Barbara, to speak of other worlds, to communicate beyond this world, and to explain the premonition of 9/11, that came in phases over a period of 5 years.  The book tells of this magical world surrounded by the world of reality, culture and music of the period, in stories of sadness and joy.  Yet, in it you enter the world of the "unknown" reality.

Stephen Hawking and Frank Tippler

I come at this as a lay person, and like to envision all different ideas, because my personal belief is that all basic knowledge is intrinsic in us and will come out at some point.

Right now, I prefer the ideas of Frank J. Tipler in his book, The Physics of Christianity. The other personal thought that I carry is that all answers are before our eyes in nature.

When I was small, my mind was not clouded by civilization, and I remember walking to school , thinking ,"the trees drop their leaves in the fall as they age, and in the spring they produce new buds on the very same tree, is that what we humans also do?" I could not believe, even then, that there was no point to life, there had to be a reason for thinking , acting , participating, and now I know the answer is to learn to love.

That raises the next question, why are we learning lessons in love, if there is no creator? What would be the point of a creator, if the purpose was to learn anything but, love?