From the Desk of George Barnard
August 12, 2009.
A few days ago an 11:11 subscriber wrote to tell us
about the repertoire of songs she plays each morning. They are all on
her IPod, and of course, theyre played in the same order each
time a Russian song first up. Imagine her surprise to find the
Midwayers had fast-forwarded her machine for it to firstly play an angels
song by ABBA.
Even for those of us who regularly communicate with Celestials, its
uncommon to have a continuous awareness of them that right-at-the-forebrain
realization of their presence or expect that they might turn
up at any time. Somehow, because they are invisible, unless we happen
to be looking for them, they can quite surprise us with their humor,
and make us realize, again, that we are kin.
At a time when someone asked me for a large sum of money without committing
himself to completing the task I would be paying him for, it was suggested
by Midwayer Mathew that I had better not leave the cat in charge
of the goldfish bowl a sure take on the fox in the henhouse.
During a five-day period when every moment of the day and night was
needed to get a manuscript to the formatter in time, I was told by Midwayer
Chief ABC-22 to drain the sink before the tadpoles grew their
legs. Plates and utensils had been stacked up in the suds, and
yes, it was bad all over the house. Everything was neglected for that
manuscript to meet its rapidly approaching deadline.
Some eight years ago I was in regular discussions with an overseas friend
about the need for organization, archiving, and public relations regarding
a project we were both involved with. The discussions could at times
get heated, and emotions regularly spilled over. It was a Midwayer who
let me know that Michael had suggested that had I lived during
the Creator Sons time on earth, I would have carried a sword .
. . (at this point I seemed to have lost contact with the Midwayer,
but he finally came back) . . . and you would have used it!
A few weeks ago we had truly had enough of our many hours of computering,
and we watched a show on TV. In this show a man called Wong disappeared
into a factory and he did not come out again. After quite some time,
others went in after him, and they were shocked to find that Mr. Wong
Bzutu: "Wwonder wwhat wwent wwong !" We cracked up laughing
after he made me say that with a fake speech impediment. I checked the
time. It was 10:22 PM for a few more seconds. Click! 10:23 PM! Should
there have been any doubt about who had fooled me so, the 10:22 on the
clock assured us it had indeed been ABC-22.
And its just a small thought from George Barnard
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