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Albert Huffstickler is an old friend. I published his first book, The Remembered Light, on my press in 1979

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Incredible

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I've had many experiences with angels, they had no wings, but they flew, instantly, there to here, here to elsewhere, the speed of light had nothing to do with them. They taught me many things, starting with they were very real, they worked for what I was raised to call God, and they were going to try to use me, and, first, they. wanted me to know myself better, and many mirrors did I get to stand in front of, looking at me. They taught me what matters is how I live this life, for that's why I'm here, and they stayed with me, steering me sometimes, correcting me sometimes, rebuking me sometimes, carrying me sometimes, dragging out of hells I had fallen into sometimes, and encouraging me to be who I am, authentic, true, caring, and giving it my best shot every time. The angels did not school me on dying, other than dying is what many people do their entire lives, because they did not live who they truly are.

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Dang, that was an amazing perspective you shared here. Thank you!

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Although it took them a while, due to what they had to work with, the angels changed my perspective of just about everything :-)

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“And what's left then is only

to bless it all in the light of

what we don't and will never

know-“ beaaaautiful

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I see many older people acting within that first sentiment- happier for things to happen to others. It’s an interesting phenomenon isn’t it?

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This poem is a spirit expander and a soul polisher.

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Love it

Deeply personal.

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They don't fly they ride....

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This is profoundly beautiful.

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that is gorgeous!

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Nothing more need be said <3

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Like moths to the light, chickens to the roost, bees to the hive, & flies to dung heaps.

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Beautiful

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....knowing.....

all the while that time is not

real and that what we are we

never were in the light of that

timeless place where we really

belong....

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Wow.

That man has soul.

In the time I have left, will I write that novel, see the Pyramids, paint something I want to hang on my wall? Will I be remembered or forgotten? Have I wasted my life?

Albert Huffstickler really speaks to me.

He made his mark.

I was unaware of him and his work, so thank you very much for bringing this to me. I love it.

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