This morning I was looking for a recipe called Busy Day Cake that I used to make years and years ago when my sons were little. It was easy and didn't take much to put it together. To make a long story short I couldn't find it in my recipe box.
I knew what it was called and so I googled it and guess what? I found it! So I made it and frosted it with some leftover chocolate frosting. And now I am going to share it with my readers. The recipe that is not the cake.
1 1/2 cups flour, 3/4 cup sugar, 2 1/2 tsp. baking powder, 3/4 cup milk, 1 egg, 1/2 cup shortening, 1 1/2 tsp. vanilla, 1/2 tsp salt.
grease and lightly flour a 9x9 inch baking pan. Combine all ingredients, beat 2 minutes on medium speed. Bake 375 degrees for 25-30 minutes. Enjoy!
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Saturday, March 4, 2017
Following the crowd or not
Today's post is a follow-up to yesterday's post regarding my memories of past lives. The person I was talking to does not believe in reincarnation because she claims the Bible says "we only live one life". I don't remember where she said that came from, but she believes everything in the book is absolute truth. She has read it cover to cover several times and once told me she reads passages every morning before she even gets out of bed.
About the only thing we agree on is that the Bible was written by an accumulation of people (some saints, some sinners and some ordinary souls like you and me; all inspired by the Creator). I believe the stories shared were meant to be a guide and were never meant to be taken as literally as some people do.
Who is to say their recollections were absolute and not swayed by a past experience? It is a well known fact that no two people ever see the same thing.
In recent years there has been much scientific evidence proving that reincarnation is not just a pipe dream, like the drug induced story of Alice in Wonderland. Edgar Cayce did some very convincing studies on the subject. The book, Journey of Souls, by Michael Newton,PhD.is also a terrific source of information about what happens after a soul separates from its human body, re-enters the spirit world and eventually chooses another body to bond with. The information was gathered from hypnosis sessions, taking subjects to the "theta" stage of consciousness and encouraging them to share their past life memories. It is a fascinating book that I recommend to anyone interested in reincarnation.
As I picked this book up from my bookshelf I briefly considered loaning it to the person I had been talking to. Then I decided there was no point in doing that because she wouldn't believe it anyway.
There is a whole lot of information out there that has never before been uncovered. I for one am grateful that I live in a time of universal awakening and that my soul is allowing me to accept this new train of thought. Perhaps my job is to help others awaken too.
About the only thing we agree on is that the Bible was written by an accumulation of people (some saints, some sinners and some ordinary souls like you and me; all inspired by the Creator). I believe the stories shared were meant to be a guide and were never meant to be taken as literally as some people do.
Who is to say their recollections were absolute and not swayed by a past experience? It is a well known fact that no two people ever see the same thing.
In recent years there has been much scientific evidence proving that reincarnation is not just a pipe dream, like the drug induced story of Alice in Wonderland. Edgar Cayce did some very convincing studies on the subject. The book, Journey of Souls, by Michael Newton,PhD.is also a terrific source of information about what happens after a soul separates from its human body, re-enters the spirit world and eventually chooses another body to bond with. The information was gathered from hypnosis sessions, taking subjects to the "theta" stage of consciousness and encouraging them to share their past life memories. It is a fascinating book that I recommend to anyone interested in reincarnation.
As I picked this book up from my bookshelf I briefly considered loaning it to the person I had been talking to. Then I decided there was no point in doing that because she wouldn't believe it anyway.
There is a whole lot of information out there that has never before been uncovered. I for one am grateful that I live in a time of universal awakening and that my soul is allowing me to accept this new train of thought. Perhaps my job is to help others awaken too.
Friday, March 3, 2017
A question with no answer
A couple of weeks ago my chiropractor decided to use traction on my neck. It made me a little nervous and I asked her to leave the door to the treatment room open. She asked if I was claustrophobic and I said not exactly, it is more like a fear of abandonment. I went on to add that I believe it is caused by past life memories. She replied, " have to hear about that" and left the door open.
I thought she had forgotten about it, but this week she asked a very good question that I didn't know how to answer and am still thinking about. Her question was, "How do you know your memories are not the result of a dream or a movie you saw?"
My memories of three different lives just popped up over a period of time. They were relatively brief and all depicted my death. They all showed me what can happen when I try to run another person's life. Just to add drama to my story let me give you a brief recap of the three lives and how they ended.
Life one was in Roman times and I was...wait for it... a white horse. I belonged to a very reluctant knight who did not want to fight, but because of his lineage was forced to. I pretty much took over his life and led him into many battles, the last of which caused my death. The lance of an opposing knight slashed the length of my belly as I rose to collide with him. I fell to the ground taking my knight with me. We both died in the fall. To add interest to this memory I have scars from two surgeries in this life, one from endometrial cancer in 1990 and the other from a blocked bowel in 2011, that exactly match the lance wound.
Life two was a drowning. Although I can see the clothes I was wearing I still can't place the period or place. It was possibly Scotland or England. I was in a horse drawn carriage driven by my son who I was trying to help avoid military life. Suddenly a loud boom coming from a battlefield on our left spooked the horse and we all ended up in water on the right. The door on the carriage would not open and I was trapped inside.Even though my son tried to rescue me he was unsuccessful and I drowned.
Life three took place in a mountainous area perhaps even Alaska. My mother had died giving birth to me and I took over her role of running the house at a very early age. One day there was a terrible noise outside our door, my father rushed to open it just as an avalanche headed down the mountain covering our cabin. My father died instantly I followed soon after.
So there you have a brief replay of my three past life memories and I have concluded it is not necessary for me to justify them to anyone. I believe they are real and that I was given the memories as part of a Universal lesson. I hope I have learned that I am only responsible for myself.
As a note I do think at least the last two are the cause of the fear of abandonment I have in this life time.
I thought she had forgotten about it, but this week she asked a very good question that I didn't know how to answer and am still thinking about. Her question was, "How do you know your memories are not the result of a dream or a movie you saw?"
My memories of three different lives just popped up over a period of time. They were relatively brief and all depicted my death. They all showed me what can happen when I try to run another person's life. Just to add drama to my story let me give you a brief recap of the three lives and how they ended.
Life one was in Roman times and I was...wait for it... a white horse. I belonged to a very reluctant knight who did not want to fight, but because of his lineage was forced to. I pretty much took over his life and led him into many battles, the last of which caused my death. The lance of an opposing knight slashed the length of my belly as I rose to collide with him. I fell to the ground taking my knight with me. We both died in the fall. To add interest to this memory I have scars from two surgeries in this life, one from endometrial cancer in 1990 and the other from a blocked bowel in 2011, that exactly match the lance wound.
Life two was a drowning. Although I can see the clothes I was wearing I still can't place the period or place. It was possibly Scotland or England. I was in a horse drawn carriage driven by my son who I was trying to help avoid military life. Suddenly a loud boom coming from a battlefield on our left spooked the horse and we all ended up in water on the right. The door on the carriage would not open and I was trapped inside.Even though my son tried to rescue me he was unsuccessful and I drowned.
Life three took place in a mountainous area perhaps even Alaska. My mother had died giving birth to me and I took over her role of running the house at a very early age. One day there was a terrible noise outside our door, my father rushed to open it just as an avalanche headed down the mountain covering our cabin. My father died instantly I followed soon after.
So there you have a brief replay of my three past life memories and I have concluded it is not necessary for me to justify them to anyone. I believe they are real and that I was given the memories as part of a Universal lesson. I hope I have learned that I am only responsible for myself.
As a note I do think at least the last two are the cause of the fear of abandonment I have in this life time.
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Speak up before it's too late
Yesterday ancestry.com sent me a message that I had several new hints I needed to check out. So I did and I am very happy I made that move. The last time I visited the site was 2013 and I had compiled a family tree with my maiden name. A lot of new information has been added since then making me wonder if it's another lesson in patience. Yuck I do not like that word!
It may sound strange but until a few years ago I did not know the names of either of my grandfathers, who died before I was born. My family just didn't care to share information. I finally know the rest of their stories or at least part of it. I also picked up a few more relatives in the form of uncles and an aunt I didn't know even existed. Of course, they are no longer residents of earth. Oh well it's the thought that counts I guess.
I did know some things about my Swedish born paternal grandfather from a previous search. In addition, I found out he married my grandmother in 1903 in the Dillard Hotel in Seattle, Washington. He was 36 and my grandmother 19. That's a big age difference. They settled in Tolt, now called Carnation, Washington.The name was officially changed in the late 1990s to honor the Carnation Dairy. You know the home of the contented cows! For years it went back and forth and no one knew what to call their town. I always thought it was interesting that my grandfather died the year I was born, but nobody ever talked about him. It makes me happy to know that my grandparents are both buried in the Tolt (oops Carnation) cemetery.
The biggest find of my new search was information about my maternal grandfather. I didn't even have the right death date and was never able to find out where he was buried. Success!! I now know he died in 1918 while serving in the U.S. Army. Information from his sister said he died of influenza and he is buried in Bayview Cemetery in Bellingham, Washington. I already knew he was drafted in August 2017 but my previous search ended there. I imagined that he died fighting in another country and maybe was blown up or something. It was a relief to discover that I was wrong. I also found out he had four brothers and a sister that I knew nothing about. My grandmother remarried in 1921 and I guess that ended any further talk about my biological grandfather. This search did bring up a question I probably won't ever get an answer to. Apparently my grandparents had an "unnamed son" when my mother was two years old. I have no clue if the child was stillborn, died at birth or was given up for adoption. It would have been nice if my family had spoken up once in awhile!
Just before I accessed ancestry.com I pulled an oracle angel card just for the heck of it. The card was abundance. Just goes to show it doesn't always mean money. At least the angels aren't afraid to speak up!
It may sound strange but until a few years ago I did not know the names of either of my grandfathers, who died before I was born. My family just didn't care to share information. I finally know the rest of their stories or at least part of it. I also picked up a few more relatives in the form of uncles and an aunt I didn't know even existed. Of course, they are no longer residents of earth. Oh well it's the thought that counts I guess.
I did know some things about my Swedish born paternal grandfather from a previous search. In addition, I found out he married my grandmother in 1903 in the Dillard Hotel in Seattle, Washington. He was 36 and my grandmother 19. That's a big age difference. They settled in Tolt, now called Carnation, Washington.The name was officially changed in the late 1990s to honor the Carnation Dairy. You know the home of the contented cows! For years it went back and forth and no one knew what to call their town. I always thought it was interesting that my grandfather died the year I was born, but nobody ever talked about him. It makes me happy to know that my grandparents are both buried in the Tolt (oops Carnation) cemetery.
The biggest find of my new search was information about my maternal grandfather. I didn't even have the right death date and was never able to find out where he was buried. Success!! I now know he died in 1918 while serving in the U.S. Army. Information from his sister said he died of influenza and he is buried in Bayview Cemetery in Bellingham, Washington. I already knew he was drafted in August 2017 but my previous search ended there. I imagined that he died fighting in another country and maybe was blown up or something. It was a relief to discover that I was wrong. I also found out he had four brothers and a sister that I knew nothing about. My grandmother remarried in 1921 and I guess that ended any further talk about my biological grandfather. This search did bring up a question I probably won't ever get an answer to. Apparently my grandparents had an "unnamed son" when my mother was two years old. I have no clue if the child was stillborn, died at birth or was given up for adoption. It would have been nice if my family had spoken up once in awhile!
Just before I accessed ancestry.com I pulled an oracle angel card just for the heck of it. The card was abundance. Just goes to show it doesn't always mean money. At least the angels aren't afraid to speak up!
Saturday, February 25, 2017
One thing always leads to another
While remembering the quote, "You will never understand something until it happens to you" I began thinking of my daughter who will turn 38 this fall. I was slightly older than that when I discovered I was pregnant with her. I was 41when she was born. After two much older boys I was thrilled to find out I was finally carrying a girl. She went on to have her only child when she was 22. She then had a device planted in her body because she decided she didn't care to deal with the pain of delivering anymore children.
Knowing that our Creator sometimes does some crazy things I began fantasizing what if she suddenly found out she was pregnant? The thought made me laugh because things like that happen all the time. We both knew someone whose husband had a vasectomy and ended up giving birth to twins. I know my grandson would love it because he never wanted to be an only child.
Anyway this fantasy led to my thinking about quotes to live by and I remembered something a former massage therapist said to me during a treatment. It was, "you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders". Do I do that? Maybe!
Following this trend of thought I used my trusty computer and looked up some quotes to live by, which I will now share. As the saying goes- "if the shoe fits etc."
The strongest people are not those that show strength in front of us, but those who win battles we know nothing about.
Sometimes you don't realize you're actually drowning when you're trying to be everyone else's anchor.
Just because I'm strong enough to handle pain doesn't mean I deserve it.
I'm only responsible for what I say, not for what you understand.
Never apologize for trusting your intuition- your brain can play tricks, your heart can be blind, but your gut is always right.
It always seems impossible until it's done.
...and one of my favorites:
Some people really suck- avoid them!
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Message from another place
Today I was leafing through some old posts I had written. I often have the reaction, "wow that's really good, did I write that?" Yup it looks as if I did. Sometimes I decide to re-post it because it has a message that seems to be coming from another place. So here goes- enjoy and thank you Shaunualee.
Sitting on a park bench at the Riverwalk my eyes settled on a young woman walking barefoot along the edge of the pond, periodically looking into the water. Her hair got my attention because it was a rich reddish blonde. When lit by the sun it almost glowed. I followed her path until she was in front of the bench I was sitting on.
Roxanne and I exchanged greetings and she asked if she knew me, thinking I looked familiar. I told her no, but she might have seen my photo in the newspaper because I was a columnist. She sat down and we began a conversation that lasted over an hour.
She said she had dropped out of school and had her first child at a very early age. She admitted that drugs and poor choices in male companions had influenced her life until recently when she dumped the negativity. She said her immediate plans were to move to another town and get an education in cosmetology.
Having investigated several different paths to achieve oneness with her Creator, she felt she was now spiritually enlightened. I hoped her personal growth was "real" and not induced by drugs.
During the course of our talk her two boys, 11 and 5, were amusing themselves without much supervision from their mother. She would occasionally ask the older boy where his brother was. This bothered me because her body was there, but her mind was somewhere else. I strongly suspected this was normal mothering procedure for her. I wondered if she knew how much her negative experiences had probably affected her children. Did she truly understand that she is a role model for them?
This young woman reminded me of another whose spirit had once crossed my path. She was about the same age and coloring as Roxanne and also dreamed of a career in cosmetology. Her education was interrupted when she discovered at about age 19 that she was expecting a child.
Soon after the birth of her daughter she was diagnosed with bone cancer. She lost her courageous battle for life two years later. She never had a chance to raise her precious child. I believe if her spirit could speak to Roxanne she would say; "quit screwing around, take charge of your life and live every day as if it were your last because it very well could be".
Sitting on a park bench at the Riverwalk my eyes settled on a young woman walking barefoot along the edge of the pond, periodically looking into the water. Her hair got my attention because it was a rich reddish blonde. When lit by the sun it almost glowed. I followed her path until she was in front of the bench I was sitting on.
Roxanne and I exchanged greetings and she asked if she knew me, thinking I looked familiar. I told her no, but she might have seen my photo in the newspaper because I was a columnist. She sat down and we began a conversation that lasted over an hour.
She said she had dropped out of school and had her first child at a very early age. She admitted that drugs and poor choices in male companions had influenced her life until recently when she dumped the negativity. She said her immediate plans were to move to another town and get an education in cosmetology.
Having investigated several different paths to achieve oneness with her Creator, she felt she was now spiritually enlightened. I hoped her personal growth was "real" and not induced by drugs.
During the course of our talk her two boys, 11 and 5, were amusing themselves without much supervision from their mother. She would occasionally ask the older boy where his brother was. This bothered me because her body was there, but her mind was somewhere else. I strongly suspected this was normal mothering procedure for her. I wondered if she knew how much her negative experiences had probably affected her children. Did she truly understand that she is a role model for them?
This young woman reminded me of another whose spirit had once crossed my path. She was about the same age and coloring as Roxanne and also dreamed of a career in cosmetology. Her education was interrupted when she discovered at about age 19 that she was expecting a child.
Soon after the birth of her daughter she was diagnosed with bone cancer. She lost her courageous battle for life two years later. She never had a chance to raise her precious child. I believe if her spirit could speak to Roxanne she would say; "quit screwing around, take charge of your life and live every day as if it were your last because it very well could be".
Thursday, February 16, 2017
Up or down makes a difference
Sometimes things happen in my daily life that are just plain funny when I have had a chance to digest them. Yesterday was one of those days. When we don't have all the facts our conclusions can be off just a bit.
For the last few weeks I have been going to a chiropractor to try to get my neck to stay aligned. Granted part of the problem is that it has been way too long since I visited her office and therefore It is going to take awhile for the vertebrae to settle down. It is slowly getting better but patience has never been one of my positive traits.
Yesterday she asked me if I spent a lot of time on the computer and I said yes. She replied that looking down for long periods of time was probably contributing to the problem. I agreed and said I had recently been forcing myself to get up and move around. I am also aware that sitting for long periods is not good for my back, or anyone's for that matter. Long formed habits are hard to break.
When I got home and sat down at my computer I realized my chiropractor must think I have a laptop. I have a PC and don't look down to see the screen, I look up or out. I began to think about what I do or have done that would cause me to look down for long periods. I believe I have it figured out! It's all that crocheting I did in the weeks before the holidays. It caused my neck to be pretty much rooted in one spot for hours at a time. Although it's nice to make things to give to others it is not very smart to intentionally do something that I now know is contributing to a serious physical problem.
It looks as if I am going to have to find a new way of looking at things because up or down does make a big difference.
For the last few weeks I have been going to a chiropractor to try to get my neck to stay aligned. Granted part of the problem is that it has been way too long since I visited her office and therefore It is going to take awhile for the vertebrae to settle down. It is slowly getting better but patience has never been one of my positive traits.
Yesterday she asked me if I spent a lot of time on the computer and I said yes. She replied that looking down for long periods of time was probably contributing to the problem. I agreed and said I had recently been forcing myself to get up and move around. I am also aware that sitting for long periods is not good for my back, or anyone's for that matter. Long formed habits are hard to break.
When I got home and sat down at my computer I realized my chiropractor must think I have a laptop. I have a PC and don't look down to see the screen, I look up or out. I began to think about what I do or have done that would cause me to look down for long periods. I believe I have it figured out! It's all that crocheting I did in the weeks before the holidays. It caused my neck to be pretty much rooted in one spot for hours at a time. Although it's nice to make things to give to others it is not very smart to intentionally do something that I now know is contributing to a serious physical problem.
It looks as if I am going to have to find a new way of looking at things because up or down does make a big difference.
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