Immediate feelings immediately pass.

In the time it takes to process a thought-feeling, it has already passed. Therefore, I need to be conscious of it in the moment; in other words, I must live by my conscience and absorb it for what it's about and not process it out of existence. This might come close to what it means when I've been admonished to live by my conscience.

This morning, about the time when the darkness started thinning into paleness, when I could see where I was going and distinguish some landmarks on the path to the Tree of Blessing, I took a moment to rest on Father and Mother's big stone, where they had rested once years ago. On the stone was a dead leaf. I took note of its shadowed silhouette.

It felt like Father left it for me. It was where he would be sitting. I picked it up and carried it with me for the rest of the trail. The immediacy of the internal thought: "Father left this for me," I didn't argue or decipher. It just was.

Afterwards, when I started thinking about it, the immediate thought-feeling became questionable. Really? Did Father leave this to you?

To me, it's the same as when a bird suddenly flutters by or, if driving, flies in front and over my car on the highway. At such junctures, I remark to myself, "Oh, heaven is visiting me, right now." It becomes a heaven-moment, a chance encounter, and by its timing, a coincidence.

Such coincidences never are without a humble divinity. They come and go quickly, but I notice them. I account for them, and I appreciate them. They happen often enough as to seem to be a daily occurrence in my life. They make life a beautiful thing.

The first thought-feeling is usually the correct one. The key for me is to notice it as an intersection of time on this earth with the time of the eternal. Then, it becomes a moment that can last forever.


7:23 AM, October 18, 2026 Sunday