Arroe Collins The Choice The Silent Wolf

Do you believe in resurrections?  They happen every day.  But are you willing to listen, to participate, to explore and find newer ways to understand your personal journey? This podcast isn’t about what we study and see through the eyes of religion. My Boy Boy Ernie spoke with me every chance we had together.  But this isn’t about resurrecting a spiritual brother of nearly 34 years.  This resurrection is that of a writing instrument. Verbal documentation of what some may call a vision quest.  Trusting the great mysteries of life.  Tools are handed to us to carve out each expectation.  This tool was laid to rest inside a forest floor.  To experience the elements of reality while connecting with a universe that unconditionally shares its stories.  But whose writing it?  Welcome to The Resurrection…   Close:    The Resurrection is a true story.  Learn more about this forest and My Boy Boy Ernie on Arroe.net.  His story, journey and new path with a writing instrument are available on the podcast The Lyrics From Ernie’s Forest. Future episodes of this podcast will focus on the transition of materialistic value to that of an authentic storyteller.  The ice storms, a record setting 11 inches of snow, the fear of walking to the grave site to find nothing. The Resurrection.  Faith, hope, forgiveness and discovery. What lessons will the writing instrument bring back to the surface of walking forward?  Let it rise above our tears.

Time endlessly feels like it's moving too fast. Unless you're God. Then it's all on God's time. Wouldn't it be nice if it was a little more equal? Then again, look at the number of people who think time isn't moving quickly enough. There are fuel shortages all over the world. The same is true about time but we never hear of any wars breaking out because of it. Amazon feels like it's moving too slow! In prayer I wrote: Show us Lord the third hand on the clock. Your presence...

I’m always asking questions.  The fun begins when you start researching for answers. Such as…   Why are there so many egos running around a retail store?  Plus…do coroners talk to dead people?   I’m Arroe…  I am a daily writer.  A silent wolf.  I stand on the sidelines and do nothing but watch, listen study then activate.  I call it The Daily Mess.  A chronological walk through an everyday world.  Yes, it’s my morning writing.  As a receiver of thoughts and ideas, we as people tend to throw it to the side and deal with it later.  When a subject arrives, I dig in.  It’s still keeping a journal!  By doing the research the picture becomes clearer.  This is the Daily Mess…

Jim Bakker has been called home. I always dreamed of the day the Universe cleared the way to thank the heart that kept me from jumping into the final fire. Guess we'll meet in Heaven.

We're all born to make mistakes. Most of us pay the price. Jim Bakker made his headlines, but I don't remember reading the multiple chapters of his heart leading lost travelers and wanderers to a greater choice. They bragged of tagging him with a 40-year-old crime. Yet, God had already forgiven. Jesus proves in the Bible that only they who carry no sin can throw stones. Allow that to be an open door toward all people today growing in the arms of authentic peace.

I’m always asking questions.  The fun begins when you start researching for answers. Such as…   How many photos does the average person have in the memory of their smartphone?  Plus…identifying the age group who currently have the most amount of photos on that smartphone.    I’m Arroe…  I am a daily writer.  A silent wolf.  I stand on the sidelines and do nothing but watch, listen study then activate.  I call it The Daily Mess.  A chronological walk through an everyday world.  Yes, it’s my morning writing.  As a receiver of thoughts and ideas, we as people tend to throw it to the side and deal with it later.  When a subject arrives, I dig in.  It’s still keeping a journal!  By doing the research the picture becomes clearer.  This is the Daily Mess…

I'm sure while it was happening, I was freaking out. Camping in an RV with no internet. What was the real reaction, and do I remember not only the moment, but where we were? No. Yet the real story is how the path took us to a place of breathing in a space so often consumed by the internet.

Another adventure, unscripted, unrehearsed and lots of practice. Not enough to have a clear sense of control over everybody's walk and way. A constant age of change. Now a new plague in Russia. Got to stay in the now. We don't need to mentally wander back into the realms of fear, doubt and uneducated guessing.