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(This article will appear in a future issue of Thunder Voice News) Who could truly define healing but the one that is healed because of the presence of others within one’s life? ‘Willful togetherness’ is a merger of two in search of becoming one without conditions. You that are reading: perhaps you don’t realize that as you read this, you are with me. Why else would it be written? Is it to make you feel better? No. It is to make me feel better, to know that at this very moment you’re not alone and you know that you have someone in your life, in me. Are we obligated to each other? Someone said to me today, (because of my interest in finding this article in your hands) “You make me feel obligated to put this in the paper.” And my reply was, (reflecting how important you are to me), “I am a ditch-farmer”. So as everyone looks, what is a ditch farmer? I have no farm of my own to plant the seed of my love in someone else’s heart, as far away as you may be. So the Thunder Voice is the ground of people who have yet to know the importance of making the seed of my love bloom into your heart. “Why me?” people say. And the answer is simple. Why not? And the less you feel worthy of something, the more it should give you to know that you could have started long ago. So therefore, now, I am thankful that the ditch was there. A ditch could be more fruitful than prime farmland because it is so seldom used for things to grow, where the prime land is forcibly causing things to grow. Meaning, by obligation, commitment and pride. The Thunder Voice gives lightning to the ditch for the seeds to grow. I remember a billboard saying about the seatbelt: if it saves one life, it’s worth it. So, the Thunder Voice is the land of people who cannot see themselves as valuable, as prime land. That’s why they are chosen to have carried this seed into your heart; and knowing the value and the importance of the ground that they are, if only to save one life – it is well worth it. You, the lonely or broken-hearted, why are you reading? Do you not wish to feel this inside of you, rather than to dismantle letters into your brain to get a sense of the love that is given you? So we thank you for allowing us to be loved by you, either being laid on a table that you read from or carried into your arm. How closer can I be to you than the thought that you know I love you? Thank you for allowing me in - and if you ever have a feeling of doing the same for others, either pass on the paper or yet greater, lay it aside and call those who miss you. Then you will know that you were never alone because the little voice inside of you is telling you that you mean so much to somebody. After all, isn’t this about you? Thank you for reading. White Eagle Cloud
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