I have not had a cold for so many years that I forgot what it feels like, but for the last week I have been fighting a battle to stay well. I immediately looked up the natural suggestions for dealing with a viral infection because I detest taking pills. I have found that most of the time they do more harm than good.
Making a trip to the store I stocked up on juice, fruits and vegetables and of course, chicken noodle soup. Taking a suggestion from the Mayo Clinic website on colds, I stopped drinking coffee, which I already knew dehydrates and went back to drinking generous amounts of green tea. I also held off physical exercise for a couple of days. I figured my body had enough to do just fighting off unwanted germs.
I really never had a lot of congestion, just enough to be annoying and get my attention. Tissues and cough drops are not usually a part of my everyday paraphernalia.
After writing my post "After the storm" yesterday I started feeling better. It caused me to realize that the reason my body had allowed a virus to enter was because it was too busy fighting off negative mental energy I had yet to deal with. The body is a mighty miraculous machine, but if it is overloaded with stress it is not going to work very well. There was no doubt in my mind that I had caused germs to take over what is usually a very healthy body.
I remembered an experience while recovering from surgery in 2011. For almost two weeks a tube running from my nose down to my stomach was pumping out yucky purple stuff. One morning I asked the nurse to explain where it was coming from. She said, "Everywhere, your body has been hurt and it is weeping."
Since I know my body is the temporary place of residence for my soul my job is to keep it well by not allowing stress of any kind to take over.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
After the storm
When the storm is over, whether it is actual or only produced by my imagination, what is the next logical step? What happens immediately after the storm?
After a deep breath is taken and possibly a few left over tears are shed for what could have been, the assessment starts. I look in my mirror and note that on the outside I look pretty much the same as I did before all the turmoil of the storm.
What about on the inside? The part that is often hidden or camouflaged from the rest of the world. Is it still in tact? Did it weaken or grow stronger as the result of the challenge of standing up and fighting for the right to live in a way that does not offend my soul?
Have I left the battle ground clean with no left over anger? Am I able to see that the storm, although turbulent at times was a necessary element for me to remember just how strong I am and help me to erase previous fears that have kept me a prisoner in my own life?
As I pick myself up and look around, after the storm, am I still able to see and feel gratitude and love?
Yes I AM!
To end this post I am sharing a video of a lovely song titled After the Storm by Mumsford & Sons.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z3RP1VbUaaA
After a deep breath is taken and possibly a few left over tears are shed for what could have been, the assessment starts. I look in my mirror and note that on the outside I look pretty much the same as I did before all the turmoil of the storm.
What about on the inside? The part that is often hidden or camouflaged from the rest of the world. Is it still in tact? Did it weaken or grow stronger as the result of the challenge of standing up and fighting for the right to live in a way that does not offend my soul?
Have I left the battle ground clean with no left over anger? Am I able to see that the storm, although turbulent at times was a necessary element for me to remember just how strong I am and help me to erase previous fears that have kept me a prisoner in my own life?
As I pick myself up and look around, after the storm, am I still able to see and feel gratitude and love?
Yes I AM!
To end this post I am sharing a video of a lovely song titled After the Storm by Mumsford & Sons.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z3RP1VbUaaA
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
A mole in the hand of God
Since February of 1999 my life has been tossed and turned by two of the most unscrupulous men any woman would ever want to meet. I have asked God to help me understand why me. Today I know the answer and I am taking it as a huge compliment to my strength of character and to my direct unwavering connection to my Creator. I am a mole in the hand of God.
For some time it has been clear to me that my life has been much like a smorgasbord of experiences that have allowed me to take a picture of things from the inside and share them with others. I am certainly not going to rehash everything that has happened over 75 years. You will just have to take my word for my take on my life.
First there came the local hypnotist, who although did help me end a 40 year nicotine addiction, also played mind games with me for years. I was not the only one. It was his mission to seek out females, who had self-esteem issues and take whatever he could manage from them. When the time was right he then dropped each of them like a lead balloon, laughing all the way to his next target.
Ahaa, but being the very talented writer that I am I got even. The first half of my first book, Wake Up!, is all about him and his self-centered games. I also did not hesitate to counteract his moves by blabbing what I knew to everyone we knew and did not leave out local television interviews on the subject of holistic charlatans. I felt I owed it to all the women he had "screwed" along his way. I must admit I enjoyed every single second I spent publicly harassing him. You might say it was my payment. It also appears that the universe added its own brand of punishment. Eventually everyone he loved the most died, one by one, and he recently suffered a brain tumor- karma?
Number two on my list is my most recent escape from hell. Because I am not only a very good writer, but I have also gained some smarts of my own along my path, I will neither identify him by name nor the group he represents.
This unscrupulous being arrived through the door of a mutual Facebook friend back in 2009. Actually, because of all the posts I have written about him I don't think I need to go into a lot of detail. Let's just say he belongs to a "so called" religious group that has received a whole lot of recent publicity involving a movie star and his ex-wife who finally woke up. Got the picture?
Please keep in mind that I have now been informed that I am a mole in the hand of God and my experiences are meant to be passed on to help others. Cool huh?
This particular experience is now over, except for the homework assignment of researching the word cult. All I have to say is, "I am very grateful that God had a firm grip on my hand during this experince"
Here we go. All cults have a leader, a self taught all knowing being who regards his belief system, ideas and practices as the only Truth, the ultimate law. The motto for any cult like group could be "us against them".
Since this leader couldn't possibly take care of everything alone (after all he only thinks he is God) one of his first acts is to clone himself. Now we have all these "little" imitations of the real thing running around looking for other souls to enlist as new members. Some of them, if they prove they can follow without questioning, have a great chance of becoming a clone of a clone. Wow what an honor that must be!
The entire group is made up of psychopaths. They have no empathy, guilt or remorse- ever! In their world the end always justifies the means. All cult members speak the same language and use the same words repeatedly. Words such as; communication, key, one word, and us. They freely invite all questions from critics, but all answers are pre-recorded and practiced until they are automatic.
From my personal experience I know some of how cults operate. First the clone looks for a soul to target who isn't totally sure of who he/she is. The person may have gone through some recent traumatic experience that upset their basic balance. Just like Mighty Mouse the clone swoops in to the rescue. The game begins like a tug of war, the clone on one side of the rope and the target on the other.
Any mind game strategy is acceptable with the goal being to shut down critical thinking; the ability to think clearly and rationally by examining, analyzing, questioning and challenging issues. The one that really got my attention was reverse psychology, just a bit high school! Anyone who dares to disagree with the clone is immediately punished by being ignored until they reconsider the error of their ways and return to playing nice. It is the most effective way to hurt someone with low self-esteem.
The clone obtains personal information about the target from any source he can get his hands on, including friends, to use in the game. In my case I provided a copy of so much of my writing that my personal "little" clone could have written his own book on my life. Maybe that's exactly why I often thought he was psychic.
In conclusion the reward for submission is: Sorry I can't go into that because the hand that was holding mine pulled me back at the last minute. I can only guess what happens to those souls who have not been chosen to be a mole in the hand of God.
For some time it has been clear to me that my life has been much like a smorgasbord of experiences that have allowed me to take a picture of things from the inside and share them with others. I am certainly not going to rehash everything that has happened over 75 years. You will just have to take my word for my take on my life.
First there came the local hypnotist, who although did help me end a 40 year nicotine addiction, also played mind games with me for years. I was not the only one. It was his mission to seek out females, who had self-esteem issues and take whatever he could manage from them. When the time was right he then dropped each of them like a lead balloon, laughing all the way to his next target.
Ahaa, but being the very talented writer that I am I got even. The first half of my first book, Wake Up!, is all about him and his self-centered games. I also did not hesitate to counteract his moves by blabbing what I knew to everyone we knew and did not leave out local television interviews on the subject of holistic charlatans. I felt I owed it to all the women he had "screwed" along his way. I must admit I enjoyed every single second I spent publicly harassing him. You might say it was my payment. It also appears that the universe added its own brand of punishment. Eventually everyone he loved the most died, one by one, and he recently suffered a brain tumor- karma?
Number two on my list is my most recent escape from hell. Because I am not only a very good writer, but I have also gained some smarts of my own along my path, I will neither identify him by name nor the group he represents.
This unscrupulous being arrived through the door of a mutual Facebook friend back in 2009. Actually, because of all the posts I have written about him I don't think I need to go into a lot of detail. Let's just say he belongs to a "so called" religious group that has received a whole lot of recent publicity involving a movie star and his ex-wife who finally woke up. Got the picture?
Please keep in mind that I have now been informed that I am a mole in the hand of God and my experiences are meant to be passed on to help others. Cool huh?
This particular experience is now over, except for the homework assignment of researching the word cult. All I have to say is, "I am very grateful that God had a firm grip on my hand during this experince"
Here we go. All cults have a leader, a self taught all knowing being who regards his belief system, ideas and practices as the only Truth, the ultimate law. The motto for any cult like group could be "us against them".
Since this leader couldn't possibly take care of everything alone (after all he only thinks he is God) one of his first acts is to clone himself. Now we have all these "little" imitations of the real thing running around looking for other souls to enlist as new members. Some of them, if they prove they can follow without questioning, have a great chance of becoming a clone of a clone. Wow what an honor that must be!
The entire group is made up of psychopaths. They have no empathy, guilt or remorse- ever! In their world the end always justifies the means. All cult members speak the same language and use the same words repeatedly. Words such as; communication, key, one word, and us. They freely invite all questions from critics, but all answers are pre-recorded and practiced until they are automatic.
From my personal experience I know some of how cults operate. First the clone looks for a soul to target who isn't totally sure of who he/she is. The person may have gone through some recent traumatic experience that upset their basic balance. Just like Mighty Mouse the clone swoops in to the rescue. The game begins like a tug of war, the clone on one side of the rope and the target on the other.
Any mind game strategy is acceptable with the goal being to shut down critical thinking; the ability to think clearly and rationally by examining, analyzing, questioning and challenging issues. The one that really got my attention was reverse psychology, just a bit high school! Anyone who dares to disagree with the clone is immediately punished by being ignored until they reconsider the error of their ways and return to playing nice. It is the most effective way to hurt someone with low self-esteem.
The clone obtains personal information about the target from any source he can get his hands on, including friends, to use in the game. In my case I provided a copy of so much of my writing that my personal "little" clone could have written his own book on my life. Maybe that's exactly why I often thought he was psychic.
In conclusion the reward for submission is: Sorry I can't go into that because the hand that was holding mine pulled me back at the last minute. I can only guess what happens to those souls who have not been chosen to be a mole in the hand of God.
Spirit photo "Hands" provided by my friend Terry Eccles
Monday, February 25, 2013
Who do you blame?
When life gives you negative experiences that test your evolvement who do you blame when you buy into them?
My first reaction upon surviving a three year relationship with a well trained Scientologist was of course, to blame him. He was the bad guy right? Well perhaps he was, but the buying part was all my doing. I knew right from the start who he was. The information was never kept from me, but I chose to ignore it.
I didn't believe it mattered. I allowed myself to be manipulated by him over and over. He would communicate via email for a time and then suddenly disappear for long periods. When he would return I was very grateful and treated him like a long lost love back from the war.
Shortly after the first of this year our online relationship heated up. Positive things were happening in my life that I believed he had a lot to do with. Among other things my writing improved to the point that people were noticing. I began to believe that he and I had shared at least two of the past lives that I have a memory of. Details fit like a glove. I even convinced myself that we are twin flame soulmates because our minds were so in tune with each other. I never gave any thought to the possibility that his training just might have had something to do with that.
Wow what a man! I gave him full credit for the changes in my life. It was never him! The changes were due to the hard work that I did myself. What it boils down to is I gave my power to him because I didn't believe in myself. Now I do and this phony relationship is over!
The final straw came today when I began reading the Scientology book, Self Analysis, written by the founder of the group. My "friend" had insisted I needed to read it to "fix myself". I didn't get far into this jewel before I realized it is, in my opinion at least, a bunch of Bull Shit. I also realized that the man was not far behind. He has been permanently dropped from my life. His idea of communication and friendship was pretty much his way or no way. It is no longer my way.
This experience led me to do a little research on the symptoms of giving your power away some of them are:
You doubt yourself
You look for approval and validation, giving the person the power to hurt you
You forget you know what you are doing and that you are good at it
You allow yourself to be intimadted
You do not honor and share your truth
You give up the right to be treated with respect
These things can be reversed when you:
Learn to say NO and mean it
Stand up for yourself
Ask for what you need and want
Spend time with people who are truly supportive and considerate
Believe in yourself without attachment to anyone else
I do realize that I have no one to blame but myself for the things that happened and hopefully I will never have to go through another experience like this one again.
My first reaction upon surviving a three year relationship with a well trained Scientologist was of course, to blame him. He was the bad guy right? Well perhaps he was, but the buying part was all my doing. I knew right from the start who he was. The information was never kept from me, but I chose to ignore it.
I didn't believe it mattered. I allowed myself to be manipulated by him over and over. He would communicate via email for a time and then suddenly disappear for long periods. When he would return I was very grateful and treated him like a long lost love back from the war.
Shortly after the first of this year our online relationship heated up. Positive things were happening in my life that I believed he had a lot to do with. Among other things my writing improved to the point that people were noticing. I began to believe that he and I had shared at least two of the past lives that I have a memory of. Details fit like a glove. I even convinced myself that we are twin flame soulmates because our minds were so in tune with each other. I never gave any thought to the possibility that his training just might have had something to do with that.
Wow what a man! I gave him full credit for the changes in my life. It was never him! The changes were due to the hard work that I did myself. What it boils down to is I gave my power to him because I didn't believe in myself. Now I do and this phony relationship is over!
The final straw came today when I began reading the Scientology book, Self Analysis, written by the founder of the group. My "friend" had insisted I needed to read it to "fix myself". I didn't get far into this jewel before I realized it is, in my opinion at least, a bunch of Bull Shit. I also realized that the man was not far behind. He has been permanently dropped from my life. His idea of communication and friendship was pretty much his way or no way. It is no longer my way.
This experience led me to do a little research on the symptoms of giving your power away some of them are:
You doubt yourself
You look for approval and validation, giving the person the power to hurt you
You forget you know what you are doing and that you are good at it
You allow yourself to be intimadted
You do not honor and share your truth
You give up the right to be treated with respect
These things can be reversed when you:
Learn to say NO and mean it
Stand up for yourself
Ask for what you need and want
Spend time with people who are truly supportive and considerate
Believe in yourself without attachment to anyone else
I do realize that I have no one to blame but myself for the things that happened and hopefully I will never have to go through another experience like this one again.
Opening up anew
Several years ago I ordered business cards to help promote the creative projects I was working on at the time. They were very basic. I remember that my mother liked them because they were green and she said it represented money. It didn't quite work out that way though. Eventually they were used up and I began making my own on my computer, a few at a time, so that I could change them when I wanted to. Again they just offered basic information and were a little on the boring side.
Because of recent developments I decided to order new business cards. Something told me I needed to take my writing and possibly even my photography a little more seriously now. Not sure why, but I have learned to follow my intuition, even when I don't really know the reason. I have lost track of the number of times I have thought, oh that's why I have that or did that. Often as the light goes on it is pretty comical.
I found the website Vistaprint and began creating something brand new from scratch. First I had to choose a business name and settled on Cibola Images. Cibola is the NM County I live in. I had used it in the past and it still fits for both my free lance writing projects and photographs. Next I scrolled through a multitude of logos until I landed on the perfect image. It was a simple pink lotus blossom. I knew as soon as I saw it that it was the one. I am very happy with the way the cards turned out.
Yesterday I began thinking about the logo I had chosen and out of curiosity did a little research on the pink lotus blossom. I was not disappointed with my findings. First of all pink is generally accepted as representing love.
The lotus plant belongs to the Nelumbo genus and has long been associated with purity, rebirth and divinity. It has significant meaning in several older religions. In Buddhism it is a sign of purity of speech, body and mind; in Hinduism beauty; associated with the sun in Egyptology and has been incorporated into the newer Bahai faith.
An interesting fact about the lotus plant is that it grows basically in mud, flowers during the day, returns to the mud at night and flowers clean again the next day.
All of the gods and goddesses of Hinduism are associated with a pink lotus flower and it is considered the most divine and only awarded to those of the highest standing. It is a symbol of a person who has awakened to spiritual reality. The heart of the lotus is considered to be the purist in Buddhism and it is believed that people should strive to be like the opened blossom. The soul is also said to be within the heart of the lotus.
The pink lotus flower also represents ones heart. When the flower is a bud it is synonymous with a person who has yet to step up to spirituality. The fully opened flower represents a full sense of enlightenment.
Now that I know what the pink lotus blossom represents I am thrilled that I was guided to make such a meaningful choice. Possibly it means for me an opening up anew of wondrous adventures.
Because of recent developments I decided to order new business cards. Something told me I needed to take my writing and possibly even my photography a little more seriously now. Not sure why, but I have learned to follow my intuition, even when I don't really know the reason. I have lost track of the number of times I have thought, oh that's why I have that or did that. Often as the light goes on it is pretty comical.
I found the website Vistaprint and began creating something brand new from scratch. First I had to choose a business name and settled on Cibola Images. Cibola is the NM County I live in. I had used it in the past and it still fits for both my free lance writing projects and photographs. Next I scrolled through a multitude of logos until I landed on the perfect image. It was a simple pink lotus blossom. I knew as soon as I saw it that it was the one. I am very happy with the way the cards turned out.
The lotus plant belongs to the Nelumbo genus and has long been associated with purity, rebirth and divinity. It has significant meaning in several older religions. In Buddhism it is a sign of purity of speech, body and mind; in Hinduism beauty; associated with the sun in Egyptology and has been incorporated into the newer Bahai faith.
An interesting fact about the lotus plant is that it grows basically in mud, flowers during the day, returns to the mud at night and flowers clean again the next day.
All of the gods and goddesses of Hinduism are associated with a pink lotus flower and it is considered the most divine and only awarded to those of the highest standing. It is a symbol of a person who has awakened to spiritual reality. The heart of the lotus is considered to be the purist in Buddhism and it is believed that people should strive to be like the opened blossom. The soul is also said to be within the heart of the lotus.
The pink lotus flower also represents ones heart. When the flower is a bud it is synonymous with a person who has yet to step up to spirituality. The fully opened flower represents a full sense of enlightenment.
Now that I know what the pink lotus blossom represents I am thrilled that I was guided to make such a meaningful choice. Possibly it means for me an opening up anew of wondrous adventures.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
...and the award goes to
Tonight is Oscar night! Wow all that money, all those beautiful gowns and fabulous jewels spent on one night of expected bliss as the words are spoken ...and the winner is.
There can only be one winner in each category. What about all those who put their heart and soul into their work and are not recognized? Don't they count too? I think they do, maybe even more so than the ones who the judges make a big deal about. I am always for the under dog. Those who passionately put everything they have into what they do are my kind of people. Even if their goal of being accepted and recognized is not realized they have touched and inspired many other souls on their journey up.
I don't see many movies, but the ones that have inspired me in the last few years are the animated jewels that have been presented. They all take life's challenges and present them in a very acceptable form.
First there was Nemo, about a brave little fish who got himself into serious trouble simply because he wanted to know what was out there beyond the safety of his home. Then there came Happy Feet about a new born penguin who lacked the singing talent of the rest of his tribe. He passionately spent his life trying to teach everyone he knew how to tap dance. Who could forget Wall-E? A special robot who fell in love with a female robot and followed her into space, changing their destiny and the destiny of the world.
These are my kind of movies. The ones who quietly spread their message about peace and hope and love.
I will probably watch the Oscars tonight just to see all the splendor because it reminds me that the things that really count in my life don't require money.
My favorite movie of all time is Love is a Many Splendored Thing, with William Holden and the beautiful Jennifer Jones. Here is the song from that movie. Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mx04RJvndGU
There can only be one winner in each category. What about all those who put their heart and soul into their work and are not recognized? Don't they count too? I think they do, maybe even more so than the ones who the judges make a big deal about. I am always for the under dog. Those who passionately put everything they have into what they do are my kind of people. Even if their goal of being accepted and recognized is not realized they have touched and inspired many other souls on their journey up.
I don't see many movies, but the ones that have inspired me in the last few years are the animated jewels that have been presented. They all take life's challenges and present them in a very acceptable form.
First there was Nemo, about a brave little fish who got himself into serious trouble simply because he wanted to know what was out there beyond the safety of his home. Then there came Happy Feet about a new born penguin who lacked the singing talent of the rest of his tribe. He passionately spent his life trying to teach everyone he knew how to tap dance. Who could forget Wall-E? A special robot who fell in love with a female robot and followed her into space, changing their destiny and the destiny of the world.
These are my kind of movies. The ones who quietly spread their message about peace and hope and love.
I will probably watch the Oscars tonight just to see all the splendor because it reminds me that the things that really count in my life don't require money.
My favorite movie of all time is Love is a Many Splendored Thing, with William Holden and the beautiful Jennifer Jones. Here is the song from that movie. Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mx04RJvndGU
Saturday, February 23, 2013
What have I done?
Getting in the habit of following the morning instructions I have been receiving from my guides, led me to send an online message to a person who means the world to me. The words I composed were well thought out and were meant to express my deepest feelings. Our relationship, as it was, needed to end so that a brand new one could begin. As I write this it reminds me of a butterfly in the last stage of pushing its way out of the cocoon. Does it pause, look back and ask, "what have I done?"
Everything was going well until I noticed the person in question had sent me a reply, which I have yet to open.
You can probably guess the why of that. It can be answered in one word- fear!
I believe we both knew it was well past the time for things to change and one of us had to put that thought into words. Apparently that someone was me. Who knew I was that brave? Certainly not me!
I know that for every act there is a reaction. I also know I am only responsible for what I do not for what anyone else does. Why couldn't I have been given a gift of mind reading instead of taking spirit photos? Is it too late to trade I wonder?
Sometime in the next day or so I am going to have to stop asking "what have I done?", open the message and find the answer to that question.
Everything was going well until I noticed the person in question had sent me a reply, which I have yet to open.
You can probably guess the why of that. It can be answered in one word- fear!
I believe we both knew it was well past the time for things to change and one of us had to put that thought into words. Apparently that someone was me. Who knew I was that brave? Certainly not me!
I know that for every act there is a reaction. I also know I am only responsible for what I do not for what anyone else does. Why couldn't I have been given a gift of mind reading instead of taking spirit photos? Is it too late to trade I wonder?
Sometime in the next day or so I am going to have to stop asking "what have I done?", open the message and find the answer to that question.
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