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A quote: “It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.” ~~ Frederick Douglass
I’ll start with a story …
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She got word when her father died. He had served, worked, saved, loved, lost and carried on.
All his beliefs, all his faith and hope he tried to pass on to her were gone in the instance of the transformation and the Great Collapse. He was too sick to slip out, too bitter to keep his mouth shut. So he got no more than Basic. After he died?
She got one small box they decided was junk.
It took months to find something to play the tapes. And then to find the right outsiders to listen.
What a fitting legacy!
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Now, it’s your turn.
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Lloyd says: She was gone; he was left with two boxes. One contained her ashes; the other contained her life.
The life box contained photos of unnamed subjects, some recipes, jewelry, a pocket knife. Lacking supporting information, he had to speculate as to the significance of items in the box
A gentleman in an old photo strongly resembled his brother. A diamond ring meant wedding engagement, he thought. The sugar cookie recipe was most likely her mother’s; the knife, her father’s.
But, who were those people in the other photos? Whose dog was that?
The box lacked her voice; he wished she had written more!
Lewis says: The house was rocking with 2 sets of grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles. All there for Tony’s 15th birthday. One grandpa opened the front door because he was passing when the bell rang. He looked at the couple standing there: tired, worn, old clothes, old faces.
The man held out his hand, said “just a small present for Tony on his 15th.”
Grandpa said, “please, come on in!” Nope, they both just grinned tired grins and returned to the old car by the curb.
Tony opened the box, saw the old tape, what is that? Grandpa brought the little box and flipped the lid open, put the tape in and pressed play.
“Hello my darling son, happy 15th!” A young tired voice that Tony’s mother recognized instantly. The party broke up pretty fast.
Worthy says: My dad weighed the role of his dice`. He waited and weighed – took his best roll.
Myself, I took his dice and waited until the best roll…
Rinse and repeat
Dupin says: Welcome. Nice start.
Worthy LaFollette says: Thank you!
Dupin says: Sarah opened an old trunk in her late grandmother’s house. Quilts. She sighed. She’d hoped for something more interesting.
Unloading the quilts, she found an old cassette tape player, an unlabeled tape already loaded. She added fresh batteries and pressed Play.
Grandmother, interviewing someone…her own grandmother? Scratchy voices, but wonderfully rich stories.
Then grinding. Sarah punched Stop.
It took fifteen minutes, but she delicately extracted the tape, winding it back into the cassette with a pencil.
Hopefully, not too much was crumpled. With her phone now recording, Sarah pressed Play.
She could save this for her children and their children.
Cameron says: Nights at the mall or on the strip with friends. The music blaring out of speakers strained to the breaking point. Booze and pot smuggled in and consumed far from the prying eyes of local law enforcement.
And then she came along. Things started somewhat awkwardly but the first kiss to the cheers of our friends was a sweet memory. Senior year, graduation, a constant soundtrack of hits. A parting of a few years because we went to different colleges but we picked up where we left off.
She heard the tape before she died and said she remembered everything.
“Stop playing the old tapes.” That was what the Institute trainers told me as I struggled to master my psi.
At first I was bewildered, since I was used to CD’s and digital files. But when they showed me some old cassette tapes, I understood — after so many years of continual negativity from the adults in my life, I’d internalized it as self-talk.
It would’ve been so much easier if someone had recognized my truthseer talent from the beginning, instead of thinking I had a communication disorder. But what was done was done, and I had to deal with the damage.
At least our children will get appropriate training from the beginning, no matter what kind of psi they turn out to have. Spartan and I agreed on it even before we were married.
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