tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929326649322214915.post7506067544952708703..comments2023-09-05T08:41:51.661-05:00Comments on Endangered Truth: The RosesRobert A Vollrathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03724748212110046882noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929326649322214915.post-89096444287906349692008-11-21T23:39:00.000-06:002008-11-21T23:39:00.000-06:00As Patty will someday read this post I am careful ...As Patty will someday read this post I am careful not to write anything that would hurt her.<BR/><BR/>Patty is the only person I've ever meet that has a deep understanding of the spirit world as I do.<BR/><BR/>Patty's husband died in the car wreck that put her in a coma.<BR/>Her journey back to our world is a miracle beyond any I've heard of.Robert A Vollrathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03724748212110046882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929326649322214915.post-55843058794651373232008-11-21T14:59:00.000-06:002008-11-21T14:59:00.000-06:00such an honest post..but i don't get your question...such an honest post..<BR/><BR/>but i don't get your question at the end, cause i'm sure you know that for listening to and following the voice of one's heart and soul it doesn't need an 'ordinary life' as thousands of humans live. <BR/><BR/>it only needs strength sometimes- and there remains the question of how to gesome strength. i think we all can only get it by love- love that is given to us.<BR/><BR/>i still find this 'story' about the spying disgusting somehow. finally, i hope you both will have the courage (!?) to stay on your path :) but also to stay honest.pumpki&mohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07100744703692007078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929326649322214915.post-30666428130945366972008-11-13T09:33:00.000-06:002008-11-13T09:33:00.000-06:00I'm not writing about death but the eternal soul. ...I'm not writing about death but the eternal soul. Death is turning the page on the book of eternity. <BR/><BR/>I no longer fear death or the pain of life. Depression seems like a joke I played on myself. <BR/><BR/>I feel a joy of spirit beyond all words. I am as happy as I've ever been in my life. <BR/><BR/>I had to write these posts on past lives and those moments the page was turned. I can't explain why but the urge was too great too ignore. <BR/><BR/>My next post will be very silly.Robert A Vollrathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03724748212110046882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1929326649322214915.post-25638475724724306752008-11-13T04:45:00.000-06:002008-11-13T04:45:00.000-06:00Oh Robert, what wonderful language and expression ...Oh Robert, what wonderful language and expression of spiritual knowledge in your last three posts, but why are you writing about death at this time in your life? The artist post worried me a little - cos with that sentiment I should have killed myself years ago!!?? but I plough on not yet wanting to experience eternity without my body and loved ones. I know it will eventually be an adventure, but Im not yet ready. I'm enjoying earthly life too much. It'll come in its own time. But meanwhile your language speaks volumes to us.Joan Sandford-Cookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04228835690449964257noreply@blogger.com