Monthly Archives: October 2014

Writing to end it all is just the beginning

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NaNoWriMo Challenge Beckons Me Again

Goodbye. I’m leaving you after this. I felt I needed to write this because I really don’t know what tomorrow will bring, or the day after. All of it is a mystery to me. And I’m afraid. 

Yeah, this badass Vietnam veteran finally admits that he’s afraid. I got anxiety up the whazoo, if that is the correct way of spelling it. At this point, who really cares? I felt this way before. I remember what it was like going into the army. It was 1968 — the third of June – and I knew then that I was facing possible death in war. That was the day I was drafted. It was one summer removed what historians now call the hippie “Summer of Love.”

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Ithaca Mystical Insights — by Contoveros

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Trying to Understand the Meaning of Life

I am looking for the type of cover for my latest book, my son. It tells of a Mystical Journey I embarked upon several months ago, arriving in Ithaca, New York, for a three-day retreat. There, I met a teacher who explained how I could understand my life and its meaning.

  • He spoke no English, yet conveyed to me the Wisdom of the Ages.

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As stress keeps arising, meditation caps it

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Someday I may just get my stress under control.

And like Buddy Holly once said: “That’ll be the day . . . that I die.”

Stress is here to stay, my friend, and all we can do is to accept it and use skillful means to control it.

     Meditation is one of those means. I’ve been applying it for some five years now. I get a little better at it every day. I simply “don’t try,” nor “judge.” It ain’t easy. It takes practice.

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‘Israel’ directs Francis “toward” the Creator

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(The following is an excerpt from a book I wrote entitled

“St. Francis of Assisi, A Novel Awakening to Lady Poverty“)

     Experiencing the Divine from Within Yourself

I found the truth hidden awayin the crevices of my mind, buried beneath what my religious teachers had told me in classes from age eight to fourteen. Yes, there is only one God, but he can only be experienced from within.

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