Searching For Enlightenment

Written By; Gary Wonning

It was in 1987 and I had just returned from Egypt, theShirley Mclaine movie, “Out On A Limb” had just premiered on TV. 

A friend of mine approached me about starting a metaphysical study group in town. 

I was all for it, but I made the statement that I doubted that many would come, I knew everyone in town and even though I had discussed it with several people, no one really showed an interest.

My friend went ahead and started the group and much to my surprise, almost sixty people came to the first meeting and the meetings went on for years.

People were reluctant to discuss their beliefs with someone else. Even though most were catholic, which I thought would be a deterrent, once they were in a comfortable environment with like-minded people, they willingly discussed their feelings on various topics.

You never know how what you do will effect others until you do it.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

 

The Vietnam Conflict

Written By: Gary Wonning

Like many my age, the Vietnam war came about during my late teenage years and I was faced with a difficult decision.

The conflict was, to say the least, controversial. I assume all wars are controversial, but this one seemed more so because many couldn’t justify a reason for going to war in a foreign distant land. Many didn’t even know where Vietnam was or had even heard of it.

The biggest case for engagement was to prevent the spread of communism. We were in the middle of the cold war and the threat of nuclear war was ever present with Russia continuously threatening our way of life and our very existence continuously.

The year before, it was discovered Russia had placed missile silos in Cuba, only ninety miles from our shores. The conflict ended one October evening after we stood up to them saying the missiles  had to be removed. many of us went to bed that evening, not sure if we would wake up in the morning.

The ultimatum had been given, the warships put in place, and we waited.

Many of us went to bed that evening, not sure if we would wake up in the morning.

Someone once told me that if we were dead and pinched oursleves we wouldn’t feel it, upon waking , I pinched myself, it hurt so I got up and went to work.

The crisis had been averted.

I was at the legal draft age and a prime target for the draft, not wanting to go to college or get married, I would soon be bound for the military.

Many questions entered my mind, did I want to serve , and if I did which branch did I want to serve in.

I didn’t really want to kill anyone, even in defence of my freedoms and my coutry.  I decided that if it came down to that , I would, but I had done that so many times in past lifetimes, I really didn’t want to do it any more. But I knew that if push came to shove and it was necessary to defend my way of life, my country and my family, there was no question I would do it.

Many went to Canada to escape the draft, that was totally out of the question and the thought only entered my mind as an after thought. There wasn’t any way that would be an option.

I finally decided that I wanted to serve my country  and the Air Froce seemed to be the best option for me.

Hence I joined the Air Force on Reserve status and began fulfilling my obligation.

As time went by, the Vietnam War heated up and it seemed more likely I  would be called to active duty.

And then it happened, in the spring of 1968, during the Tet offensive, we were called to active duty. There probably never is a good time to be called to fight in a foreign land, but I was getting married and we had bought a hosue, with only a year and a half to serve I was looking forward to getting discharged.

More contemplation, I , like most never wanted to go to war, but I decided to let it up to God, if he wanted me to serve, I would go, and began mentally preparing to serve.

I began comtemplating the reasons to defend one’s country. In the United States, we don’t fight for a King or Queen, we don’t fight to gain foreign lands for the homeland, we fight for an idea, the ideas of what America was founded on, freedom and the right of the idividual to choose the life they desire, without interference from a government.

Even if we don’t approve of our president, or what our government is doing, we fight for the sublime ideas our country was founded on.

My bags were packed and I was ready to go, when word came down three days before my departure. 

I had been deactivated, God didn’t want me to serve in that manner.

It’s best to think things  through, decide what you would do in the most extreme situation, and let God make the final decision.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

The Land of the Pharaoh

Written By: Gary Wonning

As the plane made it’s final approach into Cairo over the Egyptian desert, a chill went up my spine. Looking out the window, I saw the exact same scene I had visualized a few years earlier during the hypnotic regression when I experienced coming to earth several thousand years ago.

I had regressed back to a time in Egypt when I recalled teleporting from another planet, as my soul entered the earth’s atmosphere, I sensed I was forming a body by consciously gathering the minerals and elements out of the earth’s atmosphere.

I set foot on planet earth for the first time, I had come to Saqqara Egypt, a place not far from here. Now as the plane came in for it’s final approach, with darkness descending over the desert, looking out the window and seeing the Giza pyramids, I suddenly recalled seeing the same scene I remembered from my hypnotic session. WOW!

My mind raced back to that session, I had never been here before in this lifetime, there is no way I could have known what Egypt would look like at this time of day. I began to recall the things I had said and remembered during the recall, it had been a time of an awakening, a time to realize there was more to life than conventional wisdom teaches us.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

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I Am That I Am

“Do you know the Name of God?” asked the teacher.

“I don’t know that I do.”

It’s made up of four Hebrew letters, the yud, the heh, the vav, and the heh: YHVH. It’s the most sacred of names, so sacred some refuse to say it. And yet you say it all the time.”

“The sacred Name of God?” I replied. “How could I when I never knew it?”

“When you speak of yourself, you say the Name.”

“I don’t understand.”

“When you feel happy, you say, ‘I am happy.’ And when you’re not, you say ‘I am sad.’ When you tell others who you are, you say, ‘I am’ followed by your name.

“YHVH means ‘I Am.’ It’s the Name of the Eternal, the Name of God. His Name is I Am. “Then we all say His Name.”

“Yes. And you have always said it. It is woven into the fabric of existence that when you speak of yourself, you must say His Name.”

“Why is that?”

“It’s because your existence comes from His existence.

He is the I Am of all existence . . . the I Am of all I AM

He is the I Am of all existence . . . the I Am of all I ams.

Your I AM “When you speak of yourself, you say the Name.”

Cahn, Jonathan (2016-09-06). The Book of Mysteries (Kindle Locations 438-443). Charisma House. Kindle Edition.

What Is God’s Will

Written By: Gary Wonning

God’s Will

It is not always easy for us to know what God’s Will is. There are many misconceptions about what is meant by that. Many fundamentalists believe it means a life of sacrifice and giving up all of life’s pleasures.

Nothing can be further from the truth, God would not have provided all that he has if he had meant for us to not partake in the rewards of life. While it is true some sacrifice is involved, life isn’t meant to be all work and no play.

While there is some sacrifice involved, it only means giving up some of our animalistic instincts and developing self-control. It means taking control of your life and treating others as you would be treated.

It means living by the Will of God, or doing as your higher self or God would desire you to do.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

Illegal Immigration Isn’t A Victim-less Crime

Sometime ago, an illegal immigrant who had been deported eight times hit and killed a woman in Louisville Kentucky, leaving behind her son.

It so happens this woman and her son were recent immigrants from Cuba who came here legally.

How ironic, two people who immigrated to this country legally, completed all the paperwork and requirements to become a citizen were killed by someone who continuously broke the law, someone who our government continuously gave another chance by looking the other way.

Now this woman from Cuba is gone and she leaves behind a son who has no relatives in this country. What a shame.

By trying to give someone a break who didn’t deserve a break, a law abiding citizen is given a life sentence of grief they don’t deserve.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

Surviving The Winter Down On the Farm

Written By: Gary Wonning

To be able to go to school every day we would wait at an intersection along the highway for the school bus to arrive in the morning and dad would be there waiting for me when the bus arrived back in the evening.

It was the end of March before Santa found out where I was living. When I came home from school one evening, there in a Montgomery Ward shopping bag was my basketball lying in Grandpa’s chair waiting for me. No Christmas wrappings, I guess Santa ran out of paper.

The author has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome