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THE ACT OF CREATION A SACRED INTENTION
THE NAVAJOS RECEIVED THEIR CHARGE
GUIDED BY AN INTELLIGENCE UNSEEN BUT UNDERSTOOD
IN HUMBLE ABODE THEY LEARNED THE PATHWAYS OF MANKIND
HUMILITY AND THOUGHTFULNESS OF OTHERS
STEWARDSHIP OF MOTHER EARTH
EVER GRATEFUL FOR THE GIFT OF LIFE-ITS CREATURES GREAT AND SMALL

DIVINE ORDER
A SENSE OF SERVICE UNTO THOSE WHO DEFENDED FREEDOM FROM WAR
THE NAVAJOS REVERE THEIR SPIRIT BROTHERS WHO LIVE BEYOND THE STARS . . . 

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Postscript
THEY STILL ARE  AMONGST US
WRITTEN and DIRECTED by 
PATRICK DENNIS SYMES
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An ancient Native American once stood on Rockaway shore to perceive what may lie beyond the distant horizon.
The answer came swiftly as water lapped against his buckskin clad feet .. For it is God's creation which is All.     
"A QUEST"
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I sometimes ponder when confronted by those who have passed ... did they... do we all share the same lessons of Life to fully comprehend ... take joy in the perfection we shall encounter in that which lies awaiting in the reunion of All in another realm to come
A PAUSE AND REFLECTION
written by
PATRICK DENNIS SYMES
AT THE GRIST MILL
Conversations New and Old
Created by Patrick Dennis Symes 
Birds soar high on wing for they know the source of their Creator!
A church simple of hew can answer
the complexities of life abounding
Benches welcome the happy at heart
Harbor the lonely and dismissed
Armenak Davidian (1900-2000) was my landlord in Dix Hills, Long Island NY in 1978 who quickly became my mentor, friend and "grandfather" and often took me into his three acre field of tomatoes when the time was just riight.. We brought along a pail, salt shaker and pocket knife. The harvest ritual began at high noon when the Sun smiled liked a Cheshire cat. Mr. Davidian would tell me the color is secondary to ripeness that we look for the fruit, which tomatoes are, that will fall from its tree if you were to blow on it. "Hold the orb in the palm of your hand and if it wants to go home with you then it is ripe, succulent and ambrosia!" He'd pull out his pocket knife sever it in twain gently salt the Sun baked halves giving me one and he the other but first toasting to God who blessed us with this divine delight. We shared many discussions about God, life and life in abundance beyond our solar system. He did not always think this way as a young man but years of a tumultuous life including escaping the Armenian massacre by the Turks he come to know God and even felt an extraterrestrial presence in forging his way to America just a teenage lad. The soil was very old where he comes from and ancient records were sacredly kept by custodians who respected history and the preservation of knowledge. I told him I was devoid of any UFO encounters but nonetheless had absolutely conviction of the broad paranormal phenomenon. A wise person seldom asks the question of when the visitations, if they exist, will make themselves known because the answer is simply when the time is ripe.
Bountiful Harvest
by Richie Burriesci