"I of my own knowledge…"

I got this message from a particularly close friend, and pass it on for those who find that it resonates. It resonates with me, particularly in light of what I know of the terrible troubles Abraham Lincoln went through, and what I know of the power of spiritual intervention in world affairs.

Sent: Tuesday, August 31, 2010 6:48 PM

To: Frank DeMarco
Subject: for our President

A message came in last night that Obama needs our prayers, not our worries and disappointments.  And that through your network this word can get spread.  And that I’m not the only one getting this message. (So I shouldn’t feel that I’m trying to “make a hole in the ocean” as the Greeks expression for fruitless activity goes.)  We need not judge his capabilities by apparent results, which are anyway better than he gets credit for.   His intentions and abilities are good, the times are terrible, and the opposition intractable and cunning.

As a result of the efficient organizational work of my friend Joanne DiMaggio, I have recently put on a series of three-hour workshops. Here’s her announcement for the latest in line.

Reprogramming Your Robots

With Frank DeMarco

Friday, September 24, 2010

6:30 p.m. – 9:30 p.m.

Earlysville, VA

$25 per person

When our reactions leave us helplessly in the grip of anger, or fear, or other crippling emotions, clearly we are not in control. But if we aren’t — who is? And, how did they get control? And what can we do about it? This three-hour workshop explains what happens at such times, and why it happens, and teaches how to overcome it.

In certain circumstances we are controlled by automatic reactions that may be considered to be “robots.” These automatic mechanisms are doing exactly what we programmed them to do! But they are unconscious, and do not know when our situation has changed, or our intent has changed, or if they misinterpreted their instructions in the first place. The process of reprogramming robots, which can be quickly learned, disables unproductive behavior and enables us to program new, constructive, behavior. In other words, in one and the same operation, we turn a liability into an asset, with positive results that will have to be experienced to be believed.

Frank has been developing and improving his communication with the other side for more than 20 years. Years of experience, alone and with others, demonstrated to him that such communication is not only easy, but is an inherent human ability and function. “Reprogramming your robots” is one of a series of workshops built on that experience.

Frank, co-founder of Hampton Roads Publishing Company and Chief Editor for 16 years, is also the author of three non-fiction books about his personal psychic experiences: The Sphere and the Hologram: Explanations from the Other Side (2009), Chasing Smallwood: Talking With the Other Side (2009), and Muddy Tracks: Exploring an Unsuspected Reality (2001).

Seating is limited. Pre-registration is required.

Email Joanne DiMaggio at are.cville@gmail.com

Thursday, July 15, 2010

1:20 AM. Got a little sleep but I’m wheezing again and my mind is active, so why not go to work? Last night I took the header notes I have put together, broke them up one per line, read them into excel, sorted first by date and then, another sort, by date within individual. It comes to 14 pages, through June. More than eight pages of the 14 are Hemingway. A lot of information, if I can organize it. Never was able to do it in The Sphere And The Hologram.

3:30 AM. Might as well try; can’t read well enough to go back to sleep anyway. Who do I talk to? Papa?

Sure, why not?

Shall we continue with the questions I have accumulated so far? What about Agnes? How did you feel, all the way down, when you got that Dear John letter? [Agnes and he fell in love when he was her patient after he had been wounded in Italy in July 1918. He went home to America in January 1919, thinking that he and she would be married as soon as he could support them, but a few months later she wrote him, breaking off the engagement, redefining their love affair as kid stuff, more or less.] Obviously you were angry and hurt — but was that all? You weren’t 20 yet. Was there also some relief mixed in?

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Tuesday, July 13, 2010

12:30 AM. Papa, let’s talk about your wounding, the out-of-body (or near-death) experience, the aftermath including light, letters, and Agnes, and fear.

All good topics. [Hemingway biographer Carlos] Baker has his uses.

All right. Your first unasked question is — how much of the story as understood is accurate. You’ve read that I carried a man to safety, and you’ve read that it would have been impossible, and you’ve read that I started to, then was hit again and fell and was carried in. You have become wary of anything I said anytime, because of my tendency to spin yarns about my life and exploits. In fact it was this very tendency and your dismay about it that helped hook us up a few years ago. So I’ll try to stick to the trail of the truth.

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Sunday, July 11, 2010

5 AM. Alone in the house, Michael having left sometime like 11 or so last night. So now, back into harness, after a very enjoyable interlude. How much is it worth, having friends? Can anything match it? All right guys, speaking of friends —

Waiting for a question, eh? I sort of thought you had stuff queued up.

Let’s talk about avatars, then, and missions, and possibilities.

Oh sure, let’s take off our clothes and dance in the public fountains, too.

At some point you have to jump or not jump. Is there a better time than now, with Michael scarcely out the door?

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Saturday, July 10, 2010

5:45 AM. Okay, it has been since Tuesday morning, not so long, but I’m getting restless. What can we talk about this morning?

Obviously the topic is you and Michael and Jim Chastain and the work to be done.

Okay.

Not everything you receive is to be widely shared at this point, just as not everything you experience is to be written down in plain English. But you and Michael should know a few things.

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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

4 AM. So, Papa, I started looking into [biographer Carlos] Baker last night, reading a little of your entry to World War I. Should I do it more systematically, or can I just re-read what I want to? Will the job get done either way?

Don’t let this little project get out of proportion. I like your title, but maybe another book about Hemingway is not what the world needs most urgently.

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Monday, July 5, 2010

5 AM. Bad night, though again not asthma. (Did need to use the spray, though, twice.) Up regardless, like clockwork, having no idea of the time.

Talked a good bit about this process, to several people. Wanting to add people to the list, maybe a couple I have forgotten. Ate just a little too much — not much too much, just a little. Not too bad.

All right, ready again. Your words yesterday struck several of my friends, as I thought they would. One said she had tears in her eyes — the tears of those finally being seen and validated.

Yes, and you’ll notice that more than one person asked you the theme of the emerging book. You gave it as more or less that everyone should become conscious of their connection, but that isn’t really the theme. Neither is it that everyone should know how much more they are than they think — desirable though both these things may be.

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Sunday, July 4, 2010

4 AM. Going to bed ever earlier, anticipating this exchange, and getting up earlier as well. I’ll lap the day if I’m not careful.

So we’re a long way before daylight, and the fruit stand is open early. Who and why?

Nothing. All right, let’s talk, papa. What is the rule, here? Sometimes I can scarcely get a word in and somebody’s off and running. Other times, as now, there’s a blankness, a waiting for me to decide what to broach.

Your question contains your answer. That is what’s going on, a gradual transfer of the initiative. And that’s worth a few words.

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Saturday, July 3, 2010

6 AM. Okay. Why do I feel so bad? Too much coffee? It can’t be too much food. Too unbalanced diet? Or — what?

Not every illness is attributable to a lack-of, or a wrong choice, or a too-much-of. If that were so, the corollary would be — do it just right and you’ll never be sick.

That makes sense. All right, forget it. Who’s up? Papa, I forgot, in yesterday’s session, that it was your anniversary, even though I knew full well it was July 2.

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