Thinking Is Causative by Patricia Boyer
Welcome to this website. I am Patricia Boyer, born in North Carolina in 1925. I have been a seeker all my life, and sometimes, fortunately, a finder of many good thoughts and things.
This website was lovingly built for me by one of my sons.
Today I live in a small town in Oregon. I have four grown children, seven grandchildren and six great-grandchildren. I was married to one man for fifty-two years, but am now a widow. That one man was a remarkable man. He was an engineer on the crew that put America's first satellite into space and he worked in that realm until retirement, when we decided to farm. Without him and with him I have lived through poverty and plenty, failure and success, sickness and health, grief and joy. I have healed others and failed at healing. I have been a devout church member and I have not been a devout church member, and I have written down on this website the conclusions I have reached so far.
I have been an editor, and am a published author. I wrote history and mystery for young people. When I found the Lava Beds National Monument and learned of Captain Jack and his band of Modocs, I wrote about the spiritual strength and the earthly agony of the Modoc Nation, underneath which story lay an allegory of the suffering imposed upon indigenous nations of the New World by the Old World.
In later life, I helped my husband and family raise cattle and calves, and I have raised sheep and lambs. I have hauled hay and irrigation pipes. I have raised chickens and rabbits, dogs and cats, and have met many wonderful and memorable animals in my lifetime. I have planted shade trees and fruit trees, flowers and vegetables. At the edge of rivers, lakes and oceans, I have found beautiful rocks that became my treasures. I have floated down a great river on a raft with my children. I have climbed a mountain with my husband.
I have walked alone, barefoot in the sand at the edge of two oceans.
Aside from what I have shared with you above, I do not know anything for certain, except that I am; and I am on a path – seeking to unfold as many of life’s secrets as I am able, for as many lifetimes as it may take; and I welcome you to join me on this path.
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The Modoc, a poem by
Patricia Boyer
Ancient carbon dated days, articulated in earth forms, crystal and rock,
Speak of their time.
Without question followed they the Great Eternal Spirit, father to them all.
Law for their time.
Worshipped they the Great Eternal Spirit. Earth their sanctuary; each thought
Prayer in their time.
The river of life flows on; and I now stand where they stood, live where they lived
In their time.
We are linked for there is but One. Our spirits join in the beauty of their land.
Now is my time.
Their grief, their joys, all mine by life’s river brought and deposited momentarily in
The Now, the only time.
Then is gathered some from me. To that which has gone before is added mine; and the river
Flows on forever, through eternity.
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