Aaron Wray Hawkins
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A Wanderer’s Journal: Prologue
A Wanderer’s Journal: Prologue We are all wanderers upon this Earth. We have but from the time of our births to the time of our deaths to investigate this earthly realm and the universe in which it is afloat. As… Continue reading
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May 2024
All that is gold does not glitter. Not all those who wander are lost. The old that is strong does not wither. Deep roots are not reached by the frost. May 13, 2024 My dear son, it has been one… Continue reading
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June 2024
I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list. June 1, 2024 Today was pretty much a waste. It rained and stormed all morning, so I slept in until around 6:30 or so. I never do that! I finally got… Continue reading
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July 2024
July 1, 2024 Son, we experience so much in life now-a-days that is not real – that is not natural – that is, instead, a projection of the matrix that they control. I often wonder, when we look outside our… Continue reading
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August 2024
August 1, 2024 Well, here it is, Son, August 1st! That is so hard to believe! I believe school is starting for some today. I don’t know if I am remembering correctly or what, but it seems like I remember… Continue reading
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September 2024
One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things. September 1, 2024 Happy September, Son! We’re getting closer to that magical time of year when Mother Nature shows off and mankind celebrates it with various holidays.… Continue reading
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Postscript
October 13, 2024 Good morning, Son. It’s weird the way things work out sometimes. It’s like some things were just meant to be a certain way. With no planning or forethought what-so-ever, this, the six month observance of you leaving… Continue reading
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In the Midst of My Journey
In the Midst of My Journey My journey is underway now. Its trek – a long, wide path. There’s plenty of room for others to travel, but there is no turning back. I’m walking through a mountain meadow – aiming… Continue reading
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At Journey’s End
At Journey’s End On a ledge, I am, stuck, it seems, between eternity and my dreams. The meadow ended long ago. Perilous was the trail before the snow. Now the perilousness of a trail would, for me, be a welcomed… Continue reading
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Leaf In the Water
Leaf In the Water Today is yesterday. Tomorrow is today. “Life” without living is the most boring way. This morn I awakened. This eve I will dream. My awakening is wasted, for it steals from my dream. I “live” day… Continue reading
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