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Who will feed the winter birds

I feed them corn and crumbs of bread

As he is feeding himself now, have him think of his thoughts as nourishment, so that he feeds himself constructive nourishing thoughts. [...]

11:30–11:45: Do dishes, make coffee, get coffee cake, feed cat & go to john before sitting down. [...]

[...] She then proceeded to feed herself—awkwardly, it’s true, and with her left hand—but she managed to carry it through, to my complete surprise. [...]

[...] He did not specify anything in particular, and so left open the doorway so that his creative intelligence could choose unimpeded by too much conscious coloring—hence his first excellent attempt at holding a plate and feeding himself, even if the plate was a paper one. [...]

[...] biting the hand that feeds you—you can only go so far. [...]

An amazing amount of work has gone on, permitting Ruburt to begin feeding himself again. [...]

(I should have added earlier that at lunch today Jane had me place the paper container of beef Spanish rice on her belly, so that she could feed it to herself with a spoon, left-handed. [...]

[...] It certainly seemed that parents were feeding the young.)

[...] Up beyond the damper, I could easily hear our raccoon guests busily chattering away: perhaps it was feeding time, their noise was loud, now—a sure sign of growing things, I thought. [...]

(I was getting ready to leave at 6:50, after turning and feeding Jane, and so forth, when I discovered I couldn’t find my glasses. [...]

[...] I’d shoveled half of it off so I could scatter bird feed. [...]

[...] We have so many things to do, turning me over, feeding me, eating at a decent time so you can get home at a decent hour and have supper —”

[...] There is no physical being with whom then you can relate; and yet, beyond this and through the isolation is a point of light that is consciousness, that pulses with the power behind all the emotions that you know and that feeds them, that sends them sparkling and tumbling down into the reality that you know. [...]

[...] We decided to turn Jane on her side early, so I could feed her before leaving for the dentist’s at 5:45. [...]

[...] As such it also portrays the importance of belief, for using hypnosis you “force-feed” a belief to yourself, or one given to you by another — a “hypnotist”; but you concentrate all of your attention upon the idea presented.

[...] His energy will then attempt to explode in other fashions, and denied this will feed on its origins and result in physical symptoms.

[...] Pete didn’t call, and I didn’t do a damned thing except get up, clean up, get the paper and feed the cats, eat breakfast and go to work marking up Chapter 4 of Dreams, which I finished typing a couple of days ago. [...]

[...] And if Ruburt continues feeding his pigeons as he does, then they will all be as big as barns.

[...] John said they have enough food to feed me for a week, after it’s all over. [...]

[...] Your environment is creative in that trees bear fruit, that there is a self-sustaining principle, that the earth feeds its own, for example. [...]

The charge alone you see is not sufficient enough to initiate such symptoms, but it is strong enough to feed a steadily diminishing continuance of them unless changes are made, and you are making them. [...]

[...] He will not feel he is force-feeding himself then. [...]