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I tell for you thoughts... mine, of course, if you are interested... read on...If one is reading my pages, I suppose it would be helpful to know that I add to the top of the page rather than the bottom.Okay, I think it is time for another page. Page 4 it is then!
May 17, 2011 (from my blog) Well, Well, well... I see it has been a time since I have been here. Much has changed in my life, and I have more time to think about spirituality and the practice there of (mine). Right now, it is about the only thing that is keeping me sane. Like many many teachers, my contract is not going to be renewed due to budget constraints. I'm a Visual Arts teacher, it seems we are expendable! As I have heard say, "we cannot teach the whole child now, we must teach the academic child." In a poor school like mine, a lot of those kids are only there because of the Fine Arts electives. It's a place where they learn that they can be successful. And if you can be successful as an Artist, you can be successful in other areas of the curriculum. Visual Art is one of the places where most children do not think they have a chance of being successful. I specialize in teaching the student who comes in saying they "can't." I'm that good. If a kid can write, s/he can draw. They are either representational artists or abstract... or somewhere in between. Fortunately, for them and me, I can teach all of it because of my extensive art educational background. Once I get them past that hurtle, I am teaching them to appreciate themselves as creative human beings. No one can make art like they do. They are improving their own style, and only their own! I loved what I did. It breaks my heart that I can no longer do it. Health issues largely brought on by stress are keeping me from finding a new job. I was valuable though due to my expertise and love of teaching my craft and the children I teach. I missed more time than others due to health issues. But I think I was worth it. It's sad, but I hope that I have left my mark on many of them over the past 12 1/2 years. I believe I have.May, 15, 2011Yes, metaphysics is a very interesting perspective on reality, one that I espouse. Theosophy was very interesting to me when I was studying it. Now like so many spiritual and metaphysical directions, I'm just not that interested anymore in exploring. I’m certainly not saying it is good or bad. My spirituality is just going in a different direction, and the basis of it is no longer all that interesting to me. I’m actually very bad about some things, like "what makes them work"… such things as cars. I don’t care how it works… only that it does. It’s the same thing with the computer. Some might call that a flaw in my character! But I’m content with who I am and where I am spiritually. I'm much more interested in making things work now than truly understanding just how that happens. I'm thankful that I have been given the wherewithal to practice the things I do, and I give gratitude accordingly.Back many, many years ago I joined a study group long before my husband died. We studied Edgar Casey, Dick Sutphen, The Findhorn Spiritual Community, and Madame Blavatsky. Madame Blavatsky if memory serves was from Austria, thus the title Madame. She was the first person to bring reincarnation and the study of Theosophy, science and spirituality together, to the public domain... seems like it was the latter half of the 19th c. She was delving into all forms of the paranormal.That is how I met the hypnotherapist that I worked with for so many years, we were at a Sutphen Seminar. In any case, I went from there to working with her before and after my husband died. I started reading the Seth Books while my husband was looking for a job outside the construction industry... that was before the study group and the hypnotherapist. The kids were in school. I would go with him and read while he applied for work. It seemed like the Seth books were beyond my study group; they just weren't interested in going that far. The regression hypnotist was aware, but she was much more interested in hypnosis regression and healing, she took me to lots of seminars with her. Still always my basic spiritual belief system seemed to go back to a version of the Seth material. That material was a catalyst for all my spiritual beliefs forming into a cohesive belief system. Then I found Native American spirituality which seemed to encompass all that I truly feel was my direction. And in some ways I can see that I am now in the place where my hypnotherapist was. She was making it work in her life, giving back as she called it. I’m not saying I’m ready to give back anything, but I am ready to practice what I know. And I can give no name to my spirituality now, it is just my own.Spirituality takes many twists and turns. It's all in where your interest lies, what speaks to you. I am a firm believer that there are many, many paths to The Source. The importance is not that we agree or share even, but that we all get there! And I don't think we are going to get there one at a time, we will all get there at once... gestalt/alternative reality theory (mine). And of course, “there” is to the Source. The Great Mysterious “I Am.” My spiritual journey now is much more in the practice of my knowledge. I am working to use what I know. Thus the work with the Thunderbeings, Wabon, Thunderbird... the Elementals. Owl, and Wolf and Horse... these powers show themselves to me now. I'm manifesting my belief system. Studying is no longer what interests me. It's more being who I am supposed to be. I can't help but think that all this illness I am dealing with is in some way responsible for getting me to the place where I am. And from here, that is the mystery and the next step in my journey.... and it is exciting again! We each have to find our own way. When the student is ready, the Master will appear. We all have to choose our direction sooner or later even if that means no direction at all. When you feel like you are so full that you want to share, then that is what you need to do. I guess I am meant to work alone at this phase in my life. And I can hardly wait to get back home where I can, and the peace there that lifts my spirit and helps me more fully know who I am. The peace that allows me to “practice” my spirituality and to rest and heal. I seem to need more and more, less people in my life. I love my family and friends more than I can say, but they seem to be comfortable in their lives and do not need me all that much. I will take my mom with me back home. I think she wants to go. Together she and I are very peaceful up there. It’s a healing place. enough...May 11, 2011Today for some reason the thought came into my head that I am strange in some ways. I know, we all think we are unique, and we are. But I think there is some strangeness about me that I never really put together before in one thoughtful situation. I think we tend to take ourselves for granted. Well, here goes. I have very acute hearing; in the right circumstance I can hear speech that is very low on the volume scale. I was told this when I was about 19 testing for a job. I miss a level of sound at voice level but hear sounds very low on the register that most people cannot even begin to hear. It was quite strange at the time. I’ve never heard that sort of thing before. The woman who did the testing said that it is not something that she had ever come across in all her years of testing. When I was in high school having my eyes tested for driving, I was told that I see at 20ft what most people see at 15. As well I was told that my reaction time was much faster than average. I just sort of put all that together today and realized that my reaction time would be, of course, influenced by the fact that both my vision and hearing is much better than average. One of the good things that came out of learning I was diabetic was that I no longer needed glasses for normal vision. And my normal vision is once again 20/15. I still need glasses for reading, however. Where did this come from? I would truly be curious to learn. I know in my readings about Native Americans from early settlers was that they did seem to have acute hearing and vision. Could this be the source of these outstanding traits? Indian blood on both sides of the family would perhaps give me a better change to win on the wheel of DNA those traits. Whatever, I’m grateful. I don't think that I have ever thought of it in that regard. It is not just something to be taken for granted. It's a blessing for which I should be grateful. And I am.May 8, 2011Here it is, Mother’s day. My daughter Christi’s birthday is the 10th. This is always a sad time for me. But this year not so. I had the visit with her at the dentist office! That's sounds funny I know, but it was wonderful. I know that was a true visit with her. I give thanks for laughing gas! LOLMy son and his wife came tonight. I haven’t heard from my daughter, but generally they do their family thing on Mother’s Day. I will spend a part of my day with my mom. And the rest doing mundane things such as dishes… laundry… so that I am ready for work on Monday. I’m going to try to work all week. We’ll see, I’m simply not going to push myself too hard. I have new meds, we’ll see how that helps.Damn… I hate this feeling like an old woman! Spiritually, I know better. This is all an illusion… an illusion that we have all bought into which is what makes it work. But some of us are starting to see things differently. I know that I am. Losing my job is like an opportunity. That is how I must look at it. The Universe obviously has plans for me… plans that I no doubt helped to conceive and now draw into fruition. So I have changed my attitude about my job. I will see what is in store for me around the next bend. I can hardly wait… LOL and that is the truth. I have another job application to put in, but I am not attached to the outcome. If a different school is my future, then it will be. If not… well, then… something else!Everything is feeling sort of like limbo. Right now the important thing is to work on my health issues. I have to make sure that I am taking care of myself. The rest will fall into place.I’m thinking about things spiritually that I read and studied 20 or more years ago. Strange these memories come back, and I feel that information in a different way. I know I am merely a single pebble in a vast pool. As my ripple washes out it meshes with many other pebbles tossed into that same pool and we are all one. And the universe bends so that all time is now except here where we agree it to be so. Linear time… birth, growth, death… ah, I recall a hippy book that I loved… LOL Be here now, here be now, now be here… on and on. I love it. Eh ta wah ta eh… and like that…Good night, children… the whole world feels like children to me tonight... even me. Maybe most of all me... May 5, 2011I went to work on Tuesday. I had a twisted knee… arthritis. Very painful. So I stayed home on Monday. After work on Tuesday, it was as though I could hardly make it to my car. My chest ache and my body felt like lead. My glucose level had dropped low, and the last period class was simply out of control. I had to do a bit of threatening to get them settled down. I don’t like yelling and threatening, but that was what it took. I should have just gone home at the beginning of the period when it first started. I suspect I probably could have gone back to work Wed. had I done that. But so is life. So here I am on Thur. still feeling like crap. For the first time in 12 ½ years, I don’t think I can work. It’s a hard realization. I used to say the good kids make up for the bad, but this semester it is not true. I just can’t handle the stress any more.Okay… anyway, I’m home and I’m comfortable about it. I will try to go in tomorrow. But if I can’t, I’m not going to worry about it! I think the universe has another plan for me. And we shall see what that is by the looks of things.April 29, 2011Oh, my… that last one was quite a rant! lol I must confess that my last principal and I have had ups and downs, but on the whole… she is the best principal I have had. So it is a very complex issue between her and me. And perhaps a lack of understanding. I know I do not come across like most white people, because I am half Indian. My reaction is a little different as well as my sense of humor. I'm rather out spoken as well. And as an Elder, I expect a little bit of respect if for no other reason than my age. I don't hold a grudge. Once a difference is over; it's pretty well over for me. I'm always open for a fresh start unless I get kicked into a corner; then I will come out fighting no matter who it is. I don't kiss ass. That is for sure.I know that a lot of my trouble is with the magnet coordinator. She has had a rough time being civil to me for the past couple of years. She has made the effort, and just when I think we are getting along… she goes off on another tangent. I know she is working hard at her position and for some reason; I just don’t mesh with her expectations. I’m too old to allow her a lot of rope when it comes to attitude.I wish I could understand what has caused this animosity from her. I never felt that she liked me even though I like to be friends with everyone. I just thought she was slow to get acquainted just as I. I must say that I have pretty well given up any thoughts of having a working relationship with her. That’s how it goes. I do try to pass and repass with her, however.I always say that in life you will meet some people who will like you no matter what you say or do, and then there will be others who will not like you no matter what you do. So knowing those odds, a person should please oneself as far as that goes without harming another in the process. I do believe that just knowing that takes a big weight off one’s shoulders; and should allow one to accept them selves as they are and not worry about what others might think of them... especially at my age. Once a woman hits 50, she should know enough about her self to be wise enough not to take nonsense off anyone. I've had my ups and downs emotionally. But I know who I am. April 25, 2011Monday, and I could not make myself go to work. I did have things that needed to be done that cannot be done over a holiday or weekend. I don’t know what they expect of teachers anymore. And I am terribly disillusioned that we can bail out Wall Street and let the Republicans give huge tax breaks to the wealthiest 2% of us, while cheating our children of their education, leaving our communities unprotected with cutbacks to police and fire departments. It’s like these politicians then we are completely ignorant, well, of course they do… that is obvious by the way they are running this country!I’m quite sure I have said this before, but I never in my life thought that my job would be in jeopardy! I’m a good art teacher… a damned good one! And our students have to have fine arts according to the state of Texas, and yet, they have done this and they are getting away with it. I could have retired from my school district with a small pension in only 17 months! 17 months! I just have to trust that something else will open up for me, and I will be happier than before.A thought came to me over the weekend. Last fall, Oct. when I set up the Day of the Dead altar for our Hispanic students in front of the office, my principal came to my classroom to compliment me on the altar. She said, take pictures, you can use them for your resume. She knew then that this was going to happen to me. I don’t know quite what to think of all that has happened at my school in the last 2 years. I was hospitalized for two weeks, and I was written up for missing time! From then on it was just one thing after another. My son had to come up to the school, and I had to call the Union Rep out once as well. I was written up for signing out in at 8:15 when it was actually 8:17! I was told by my principal that she had proof because it was on camera! I was written up again by my principal for telling a student to “shut up,” this guy just got back from CEP the day before! Then the magnet coordinator wrote me up for teasing a guy I had just written up for bad behavior, which means I went through all the steps: move his seat, warn him, conference with him, send him to time out, and phone his parent. Still this student was back talking and being disruptive. As he went out my door he said, “you’re gonna get me in trouble, my mom will spank me.” I said, “No, you got you in trouble, and I hope your mom is the spanking kind, because you deserve it.” Write up. I have sat upstairs after Stanford 10 testing and heard teachers cuss at kids. That is permissible. But me, hell, no! I have been under constant scrutiny ever since I have been there.Let it go, Patricia…. Let it go!April 23, 2011Things are changing for me. I’m applying for an art teacher position, the only one I have found so far. No telling how many others are applying. I’ve decided that I can make it pretty darned well with early retirement. And maybe that is what I am supposed to do. I will continue; however, to apply for any position I find with an opening. If I am meant to retire, none of those jobs will come to fruition. If I am simply meant to find a job with a shorter drive and less stress, then that will be the result. The position opening I have found is much nearer my home. I have as well learned this last year that I have been working for 12 years in the poorest school in the poorest part of our district. You learn something new everyday. I love the kids I teach, but I feel sure that almost any other school would be easier. I’ve done my stint of paying back for the breaks I received as a widow going back to college. Now it is probably the time that I get to take care of myself. I am quite sure that all of my health issues will improve without the stress of my job and dealing with the nonsense I have dealt with for the last 4 years! I suspect I have aged 10 years in those 4. I think a few months of peace and quiet and I will be a new person. I’m eager to see. lolI look forward to going home and doing just that… resting… recuperating. Then I will decide exactly what I will do. If I get a teaching job before I leave, that will be well and good. If not, then I need to plan my retirement. It’s all good.April 18, 2011Lot of stuff going on with me. Today I could not get myself out of bed to go to work. The arthritis in my body would not allow for it. I had been awake for hours in the night with nothing helping the pain enough that I could sleep. Stress. Stress makes all my health issues worse. Arthritis, Diabetes, and Chronic Depression are my crosses to bear. All are directly affected by stress. I’m going to try to do my best to push the stress level down by simply trusting that there is a door that will open for me. I have never been completely broken though there have been times when I have been bent near to double! LOLIt’s a funny thing to me what I can do with weather, Thunder Beings, other peoples health issues through hands on healing and, yet, I have very little that I can do to alleviate my own. Perhaps it is just that I do not have the faith to do so. I don’t know. Perhaps during my forced retirement I will be able to focus some of my energy in that direction. In many ways, I look forward to retirement. But 18 more months, which is all I had left before being able to retire through the school district with a little retirement check, but would have made it so much easier. So is life.Today I have taken care of personal business and looked at my finances with a forced retirement. I believe that if I retire back home, I can do it. As well, I can do things up there to earn money, I believe. Perhaps the chance to be a full time artist might be the silver lining in this unforeseen dark cloud I find myself in. I am very adept at keeping a good face on though sometimes the other is just barely beneath the surface. Again, so is life. I know I am not alone. Budget cuts to education are nationwide… and definitely state wide in Texas. I cannot understand how republicans can keep asking for cuts for the wealthy on the backs of our children’s education and the elderly. Even more than that, I cannot understand how poor and middle class people are behind this insanity! I suspect there are not as many as the politicians are thinking. Wisconsin was a fine example. The masses are awakening. I’m banking on Obama’s promise that he will not allow the budget or anything else to be corrected on the backs of our children, the elderly, and the poor and middle class! He has spent his first years trying to work with the republicans giving in to most of their demands, and still they are not happy. Now I believe he is preparing to make his stand! And I say, hoorah for that! Already, I am blessed by so called “Obama care.” My insurance cannot be cut or denied me despite my health issues! That alone is a miracle!The republicans want to give vouchers to seniors in place of Medicare, $15,000 a year. What happens to an elderly person who is forced into a nursing home due to health issues? That $15,000 will be lucky if it covers 3 months. Then what? Do the elderly just slash their wrists? Or are they thrown out on the street! We better wake up as a whole and admit the Emperor is wearing no clothes! Any middle class, elderly, or poor person in this country who vote Republican are throwing themselves under the bus. And sadly, the rest of us will have to go with them!I’ve heard it said that under Obama teachers, nurses, medical folks of all ilk, police, firemen, and all public “servants” will be on minimum wage. I say, if you vote for the republican who is fighting to end your bargaining rights, then I guarantee you that you will find yourself on minimum wage with no benefits or retirement! Stop worrying about socialism and wake up and smell the dictatorship of Big Business! Enough… I’m climbing off my soap box… at least for a while. April 17, 2011Here we go, I have less than 6 weeks of school. I’m looking at all my options which seem a bit “dreamy” on many levels. There are things that I would love to do, but in reality see little that I can go at with any certainty. But so is life. I guess one just has to grab their behind and haul it forward! LOL And trust that the Creator does have a plan. All things seem work out some how.What I learned about my school situation is that my school is merging with another school. So that appears to me to be that I was let go before this happened for a reason… so that I could not protest! I was told that I was being released because of budget constraints. Now it looks to be like my contract termination was pushed through right before this decision. I don’t believe that was an accident. What to do about that I am not quite sure. We had a faculty meeting and I was very pleased to enjoy the whole meeting with support from everyone, most who had no idea I was being “let go”… I am telling people now. I am very open about my situation. My designated supervisor is the person who evaluates my performance as a teacher. She is so prejudice that it nearly oozes out of her. She seems to try to do her best to be nice, but it just does not come easy to her. All she sees is my white skin no matter my culture. On her final report she claims that I can barely get along with staff, faculty, and students. I think that faculty meeting put that into perspective. She was the one that was not being drawn into things so much that I could see, not I. Of course, she is an administrator. And anyone who stands in the hall and watches can see that the students on the whole like me, even those who misbehave actually like me! I get hugs and sweet notes from students. I get students coming out of their way to say hello to me and give me hugs. I get whispered confidences. I am the one that many turn to as they feel they do not have anyone else in their camp. I’m in everyone’s camp. I don’t favor anyone over another. I love my students, though I readily confess to them that I do not love bad behavior!I only have 13 months until I could retired from my school district with a minimum retirement. It might not be much, but I would have that. I have health issues that cause me to miss a little more time than other teachers. So those things don’t look good for me. As it appears to me now, they are just throwing me to the wolves so to speak in a situation where there will be no visual arts jobs coming open. I know a lot of art teachers, so I can keep up with what is going on at my school. Wherever they merge, I will know who they keep as the art teacher!I don’t know. A lot of things to think about. April 3, 2011 More politics... and my opinion there of...Just reread what I wrote, and yes, I still hold to my original assumptions. We do live in strange times with much coming to the surface as our political situation worsens. The middle class in this country is being systematically broken on all levels. I look at war in the world for good and evil. But then I look at people rising up against tyranny in the Middle East. I look at earth changes on a massive scale worsening with each new one. I wonder what will come of all this. How many times I have been drawn to the subject of nuclear power plants being built on fault lines all over the world! I wonder at the "great" minds that came up with this idiocy, and at those who still preach it as a viable option for energy. Republicans are doing exactly what I said they would do which is to say anything to get into office then do what they damned well please... which is to feather the pockets of big business and therefore their own. And are Democrats taking up the guantlet for us? No... they just quietly play along and make noises like they are trying. I notice however that the Republicans are getting exactly what they ask for, which means Big Business is getting what they want... which is everything! I see people appearing to wake up from the trance they have been in and starting to stand up for themselves much as the people in the Middle East are doing. It appears that We, The People, are beginning to see that the Emperor has no clothes on... finally!Is the world going insane? Or are we waking up from a deep sleep into a nightmare reality that we have helped to perpetuate by ignorantly being led around by a preverbal ring in our collective nose? And am I the only one seeing it? April 2, 2011 The money Pit... Oak Island...Officially I am of the unemployed the last day of May. All fine arts positions are being eliminated for the next school year due to budget constraints on the district level at my school. So, there I am. I have dedicated 12 and almost ½ year to my school and the students who go there only to be told that my services will no longer be needed! Now if that isn’t a kick in the butt…Perhaps as I adjust to this new situation, I will find that I feel better about it. Right now I am just so very stressed from years of dealing with bull sh… well, stuff at my school. I have probably aged 10 in the last 5. I need to just let this go and think of something else.I saw a special about a small island off Nova Scotia… memory does not serve well as I was not really totally paying attention until they started talking about a shaft into the ground that went far below that island called Oak Island. It was a program about Alien visitors to earth in the distant past. There was talk of the constellation Orion of which I have always been drawn even as a child when I knew nothing about constellations. I just knew that when I looked into the sky, I was always drawn to a group of stars that I later learned was the belt of Orion. Over the many years of my lifetime that constellation keeps coming up. There are signs of it all through history including Ancient Egypt. Now I am seeing a History Channel program on what is known as the Money Pit, same shaft mentioned above only different focus. Pres. Franklin Roosevelt, John Wayne, Errol Flynn all invested money in excavating that pit. So far, little is known of what might be there. In the program on now they are talking about Knights Templers and the Holy Grail. The program I watched the other night was about the possibility that Aliens were hiding something there.There is also talk about Egyptian Artifacts being found in a cave near the southern tip of Illinois. The area is called Little Egypt, and there is a town there called Cairo like from Egypt only pronounced Kay-row. The thinking in all these three programs leads to one general theme for me. The belts of Orion are used for alignment of all sorts of Spiritual locations over the world. The three stars that make up the belt are like an arrow that points to certain things of importance. The one location is the great pyramids; another is the great pyramid of South American, and a similar location in Mexico. And many more, I just do not recall for it was not my focus. Were the Templers Knights for God… or where they Aliens? If they were aliens, was the Holy Grail actually the Ark of the Covenant? Which might well be something other than holy?This Oak Island money pit has not been able to be explored despite the money that has been poured into it. Drilling goes so far and then the shaft floods so that it must be stopped. The picture they showed of these underground shafts real or guessed at look like the shafts in the great pyramid to me. Red paint was poured into the hole and it turned up on both sides of the island so that there has to be two shafts. Something is being protected there. Is it a holy grail… a holy relic? Would these Knights Templers have roamed the world over to hide a holy relic… something connected to Jesus? That makes little sense to me. If my memories of Moo and Atlantis are true, and I believe they are; then this may have nothing to do with Holy Grails or relics of any kind. But, it may have a lot to do with what destroyed Atlantis; and therefore, Moo where I recall my last alternative reality there.If these Knights wearing white robes with red crosses on them and leaving signs that look like circles with crosses within them were traveling all over the world looking for a safe place to hide something horrific would they have left many signs? I don’t know think so, but they might have left some signs that would alert Aliens who came after them to check on the safety of that “holy” thing. I have a gut feeling that they were hiding something related to Nuclear Energy. They were hiding something that had to be protected forever. And that is not a ‘cup Jesus drank from," but something far more serious and in need of protection.All of my life I have had things revolve around me that leads me to these conclusions. Orion, Ancient Egypt, American Indians, Spiritual study, and, yes, even Aliens from outer space here to guide and protect this world from itself and ourselves as well as… omg, I was told long ago that I and my family hold something… a keystone that would hold answers for some future point in time. Oh, my… this is pretty heavy stuff for right now… and I’m just going to let it go for now. I need to rest my weary head. March 28, 2011 Caught in Job cuts...I read below that sometime, mid Feb. that I felt I would return to my job with a new energy and ability. And now it is only a little over a month and I am extremely depressed. I have gotten 3 traffic tickets simply because I am so preoccupied with the situation at school that I was not paying attention. All 3 of them, I forgot. The one for vehicle registration, inspection, and insurance; I received a summons for arrest. I had to go to a bonds company and pay 220 dollars to get a new court date.The big change is the fact that we were informed by the superintendent of our school district that the fine arts jobs were on the chopping block. We will know for sure on or about April 19, if memory serves. The future looks bleak.On top of this, I broke a crown off at the gum line. I got a post and a temporary glued in place. Looks like I am going to have to live with this for a time at least. Yesterday, my AC went out. Water was dripping all over the floor and down the wall under the thing. That’s in the hall and beside the refrigerator. Where will I get the money to do all these things when I lose my job? So, one can see how my life is really becoming complicated I suppose. I did not go to work on Thursday because I could not get myself out of my house. I had been told on Monday when I saw the diabetes doctor and my dentist that I need to see a heart specialist as I might have blockage in my legs. I have an appointment for this Thursday. But last Thursday, that suddenly began to feel like an ax hanging over my head. In fact, I thought of the pains I had been having in my chest which I had been attributing to the fat around my ribs; and it got pretty scary. So now I have that hanging over my head as well. Mom’s doctor said she needed more heart related testing, so she has an appointment with mine. You know what? I may be forced into retirement from my job… which I believe I have said here many times, I love. And since these teacher reductions are national not just my state, there will be no new teacher jobs in my field. Well, and so that is that. All this at once? This time of the year is when I seem to get all my trials. But this too shall pass, and I am going to get through this come hell or high water! Now tomorrow I have to go to work and explain this melt down. So is life.March 26, 2011 Atlantis and Moo...I have made a very few much needed grammatical corrections below and added other things that I have remembered of my visit with my little girl. How I miss her. I don't have much more to add as I have been reading and digesting what I have already written and remember. I am quite sure there was more as I was in that chair at least an hour and no doub more with the gas. She simply kept reminding me to remember. I recall thinking and saying I would, but did I? I wonder.Ah, in reading farther down where I was speaking of Atlantis and Moo, I recalled something that I forgot to say. Atlantis, home of beautiful pristine white marble cities, and Moo, called the Emerald of the Sea, were very close together. They were much like Australia and New Zealand in comparison to each other. They were so modern in a Classical Greek/Egyptian way... so sparkling new unlike the kind of pollution we have everywhere now. It was not pollution that killed those two beautiful islands and all their populations. Here this time around, we are destroying our planet and act as though that could never happen. It has happened before... and many, many times before. And it will happen again.March 25, 2011 Politics and other musings...A 24,000 page tax return for GE, the largest company in the United States, and 975 employees to do their tax return? And they pay zip... nada... NOTHING in taxes! I am stunned... overwhelmingly so! That is a travesty... to say the least! Reagan was overwhelmed with this knowledge, and called for reform. It was 30% taxes for the wealthy in 1950s.... 6.5% now! And I have little respect for Reagan, but this was a tidbit of good news to know about the man I thought was not much of a President. He did a good job "acting" like a President just as he did in any of his other roles.AND, now.... the republicans have not given big business like GE (being the largest company in the US) enough corporate welfare... they want to give them even more tax breaks and are signing them into law as I type. What will that mean? I suppose that they will be getting a rebate like the rest of us! But their rebate will probably be unbelievable! Oh, no, don't get me started on politics... They are already receiving tax rebates.... they have made record profits just like the oil companies, and WE PAY THEM! We have rebellion all over the Middle East, when will be get fed up with a Robin Hood or more aptly put, Robin Rich government that steals from the poor and middle class to pay the wealthiest 3.5% of us millions and even billions of dollars in tax incentives... to do what? Take their jobs to 3rd world countries! Has anyone seen the Triple Fire documentary that tells of over a 140 mostly women and very young girls locked in a shirt waist factory that burned to the ground. Those poor souls jumped to their death or burned alive in that nightmare where doors were locked to guarrantee that no one stole a scrap of cloth before leaving the building. That was about 1911 or 13 if memory serves. We have the same going on in 3rd world countries where our companies are working women and children in exactly this same way. And they are not satisfied with this, they want to bring those days back to the US. And We, the People, are sitting back watching it happen and even voting that it happen.Read The Jungle, by Upton Sinclair, watch that special on premium channels right now. Then find the book by Naomi Cline, "Shock Doctrine." Then pay close attention to the news.... not just FOX, but CNN, and MSNBC. Compare them all. And see which rings true to you! We must become an informed populace if we do not want to be taken back 100 years to the days BEFORE Unions! Educate yourselves, Children, educate yourselves. The cuts they are bringing to education is just another step in the direction of dumbing down Americans so we cannot think for ourselves but follow blindly any snake oil salesman that comes along, be they evangelical or political! Wake Up! It's our country as we know it that they are trying to destroy! I can’t allow myself any more time here now. I’m very distressed from personal issues. This too shall pass…. Or one can only hope.March 22, 2011 A visit from my beloved daughter on the other side...Yesterday I spent a good bit of my afternoon, about 3 hours precisely, at the Dentist. That is always a harrowing experience for me. Childhood dental experiences seem to never go away for me. Anyway, I take the gas they offer, I can’t recall what it is actually called; but it’s the laughing gas stuff or something near. I don’t laugh, however, so it is different. I cried.I cried because it is the time of year when my daughter died. Suddenly as I sat there trying to listen to the music and not think of my dental work, everything turned a nice shade of gold, and then cleared so that I saw my daughter. She looked exactly as she had the last time I saw her. She seemed so pleased to see me. She kissed me on the cheek very, very lightly as she did when she was little. About 5, I guess it was, she started school that fall. She would come into the bedroom and kiss me so lightly that I did not realize what it was; it tickled like a feather on the skin of my cheek. This seemed to thrill her beyond words. Her merry eyes would be twinkling and a big smile on her face when I would open my eyes suddenly. You see, I was a very light sleeper. It was not a pleasant way to wake up for me. It startled me actually. Anyway we had many discussions about the issue which, of course, was nothing mean or ugly. Then she switched to lightly touching her finger tip to my cheek. Soon both she and her brother learned that if they just stood there quietly looking at me that it would wake me up in only a few seconds! LOL They became adept at that! And took a lot of pride in the behavior. Her brother was about a year younger than she, whatever she did was marvelous to him, he was always excited to follow suit. She was smart as a whip, nothing got past that child. So was he, but he was younger. (I recall that she said that to me about their baby sister some time before she died. My daughter said that when she wanted to hold her baby sister, she would go up to her crib and barely touch her cheek until she woke up. She used to scare me coming down the stairs with a few months old baby who seemed perfectly content to be carried so by an eight year old sister. These are good memories.)Now that I think back even our cat, a beautiful long haired golden tiger striped cat caught onto that. If Tootsie meowed to wake me so that he could go out and it woke up my husband; he was likely to throw something at him. Soon, he learned that he could walk back and forth at side of the bed and not make a sound, and it would wake me up! It's no wonder I never got enough sleep! I was at the beck and call of a husband, two preschoolers, and a CAT! LOLIf we were downstairs, Tootsie would go to the door, stretch up with both paws on each side of the doorknob. He would wiggle it back and forth and look at me and do a very good imitation of "meout." I mean it sounded just like it. Everyone had to see it to believe it. He was amazing, that cat! And we all adored him, and he knew it. Well, my husband didn't adore him, but he liked him very much. We all took a lot of pleasure in putting on an oven mitt and letting him play a "grab your hand" game that he never seemed to tire of. He had sharp claws. The Oven Mitt was a necessity, if his humans were to find as much pleasure in the game as he. He was just a baby when he wandered down onto my mother in laws front patio and into our hearts.All of these things Christi reminded me of. It was as though she was proving to me that it was her, not just a dream under the drugs. I could see all these things and many more; and still see her more mature face in front of me. That is how I experience reality anyway. As I am seeing what is going on in front of me, I am visualizing in my mind as well. Christi seemed thrilled that she was able to see me and that I knew she was there. My God, it was like a visit. She touched my face with her long slender fingers, such lovely delicate hands over and over again. She kissed me over and over and smiled so sweetly. It was strange. I could see her looking at me and feel her fingers touching my cheeks, and brushing away my tears. I could see her and feel her lips on my cheeks kissing me at the same time. It was as though she were thrilled that I could finally see her and talk to her. She told me to remember what she had told me before shortly after she died. That was, "all that really mattered was the love." And she told me over and over again that she loved me.My sister and I had a discussion about suicide. I said that if my life became too miserable at the end, that I would end it before falling into too feeble a state. My sister expressed that she felt that it would be that a person would have to come back and do it all again, so that it was better not to even consider it. I said, I could not believe that. I do not think that suicide is a sin. It simply is not part of my belief system that it should be a sin now. I don't want to die, I want to live and see my grandchildren grow up. And it is now that I can thing of nothing that would make a person “have to do it again.” Where do I get these ideas? I really don't know exactly. A couple of weeks ago, I would have agreed with my sister.My daughter said that I was right. She said that the Creator does not judge anyone. That the Creator is a loving energy. When we cross to the other side, we will meet our Soul Group. There we will be nurtured. There will be no condemnation for suicide any more than there would be for say, dying with cancer. If life is unbearable, then that is our option.She said Karma is misunderstood. We are not on a wheel of karma where we have to do it again and again until we get it right. We are learning and growing along with our Soul group and there is only love and support. She told me to remember it several things. “Don’t forget, Mom… it’s only the love that matters."I told her I loved her. I asked if she were here in another life experience here and now, she said not per se. She said an aspect of her is, however. I asked if it was my granddaughter; and she said that it was true. I asked if the same was true of my grandson. Was he an aspect of my husband or my dad perhaps? She said, “Daddy.” Another of the little ones in the family is an aspect of Dad, and he is the one my mother loves so dearly. I think she might be surprised to know that. I think she might believe it.I asked other questions that are too personal to reveal here. But I can still see her pretty smiling face. Her lovely hands and arms, and the white shirt that she wore the day she died. I told her she was beautiful in her short white shirt and a golden yellow colored skirt down to her calves with strappy sandals. She said that I was as well. I protested that I was old and fat; and she laughed. She said that I was beautiful to her because she saw who I really was, not this body I inhabit now. I am ecstatic for it feels as though I had a visit with her, a real visit.That’s it; it’s all I can deal with right now. I feel drained.March 21, 2011: Spirituality, Alternative Realities and Soul growth.The deaths of both husband and daughter I believe were Soul decisions. And that idea is reinforced every time someone speaks of what they meant to them, and how they miss them still. That means that in some way they are still influencing the Soul growth of those individuals no matter how slight. To leave this world is as though a stone has been dropped into a pool of still water. It causes a ripple effect with the circles growing farther and farther apart. As well they widen and flatten until there is no more. To me that means that the closer the connection, the more the lesson. For those on the outer rings, it is a lesser effect, but still it is there. As well to me it is that easy to leave this world. We are like a pebble dropping in a pool of water only rather than water being there; it is the other side of reality. However I believe that there is the same ripple effect on that side as here so that the entire Soul group is influenced by the experience. For me it makes sense that we go back to the Soul group and decide what experiences would best benefit the entire Soul or Soul Groups. Ultimately, I believe all that are here together touching our lives are part of a Greater Soul. In the context of this belief system, Christianity is almost a mute point from the way it is taught/preached in Churches. I can very easily read the words of Jesus, minus the words of the translators and second hand accounts and find my belief system works quite well in that context, but then again; I read the Bible and find different meaning from almost everything I have read. I have as well read the lost books of John and others of the disciples and find that much of what they have written meshes very well with my belief system of which I have only touched upon here. I have spent some time studying the worlds religions, and I find that in the final analysis they are indeed built on the same basic tenets; there is only one God/Creator and treat others as you would be treated.I think it is a shame that the Catholic Church withheld certain books that did not fit the agreed upon religious doctrines of the early churches. Well, take for example in the year 300 AD, they had to convene a counsel to decide if women were even Human Beings! They decided that we were by a slim margin, but what would it have been if they had not? Would we be like the women of the Muslim faith treated like chattel? I believe that mankind is advanced enough to read those forbidden texts with understanding, at least some of us. In other words, it is no longer as though we are “casting pearls before swine.” I believe that most of what was removed gave the Church better sway over the parishioners, so to speak. Guilt and fear are heavy handed and are meant to control. I don’t believe the Catholic Church is ready to give up that control even to this day. I think they are slowly changing, but they are doing so kicking and screaming! They are only just admitting that those of their priests have molested children. Which is an abomination to me! I hope that better explains my take on reality as well as Soul growth for what it is worth.March 20, 2011My daughter died Mar. 17th. She was only 18, and would have been 19 in May. Sometimes life seems so unfair, especially since I lost my husband 2 years before. I used to think that, and then one day it just dawned on me that no one ever promised life would be fair. From that experience/s I had to delve much deeper into my spiritual belief system than ever before. Knowledge that I had garnered suddenly had to be internalized in order that I keep my sanity. And trust me, I had extensive knowledge to internalize because in one way or another I had been studying things spiritual most of my life. I'm, if anything, a gnostic, I search and take what speaks to my soul not what someone else has handed me whole clothe. These are the conclusions that I reached through the deaths of two people I loved so dearly. My husband was the love of my life. And my daughter was part of my very soul. You do not carry a child in your womb and then birth her/him without feeling that they are such. In any case, I digress.This is my take on religion, this is Earth School. We are here to learn lessons, to wear the sharp edges off our crystalline souls. And until we have learned what we need to learn, we will continue to come back to Earth School for more “lessons.” That is firmly my belief. My take on reincarnation is a little different from the standard 'you die and you come back.' It is tempered by my Alternative Reality Gestalt Theory of existence. As I said before, I believe that we are alternative realities of a greater soul, Over Soul or Higher Self, if you will. I believe that all time is now. I believe our scientists have proven that time is experienced differently in outer space than it is here on Earth School. Here we experience life in a linear fashion. The only reason for this experience is so that we learn whatever we are here to learn. If we were aware that we were here to learn certain things, what would be the purpose? One does NOT learn from a test if one has all the answers at their finger tips or written on the palms of their hands. We must come into this testing ground with blinders on. We must agree to be part of this test just as we agree to go to college and learn then test our knowledge. All time is now for me means that we are experiencing life in a kind of spiral. We dip into a reality as a fledgling soul, new and crisp and shiny. We have agreed to suspend knowledge of the why of our soul growth, but we have chosen the outline ourselves along with other Soul Groups who share our overall reality. We are only here to see what we can do with the questions and fill in the blanks. I believe this is a mutual agreement with the other soul groups. We have worked out our outline and the play begins. We choose our roles and we play them to the best of our ability at any given time. That does not, of course, mean that we might look back in this life time and see that there were other options than the ones we have chosen. To me the fact that we saw no other alternative at the time indicates that it was a soul decision, and therefore could not be avoided as we had chosen the experience. And I think that is completely compatible with free will... we are the choosers!I think we come into this life’s experience with baggage. That baggage is the experiences of our Soul Gestalt group and more completely with the ones that we are most closely aligned. Therefore, I came into this life time with memories of previous or alternative realities going on right now at the same time I am experiencing this life time as an individual soul. Those memories are hidden deep within our subconscious minds. There are times that we can tap into those memories as they are going on at the same time we are experiencing this reality, thus the term alternative realities. My belief system is that when we cross over to the other side we rather meld into the Greater Soul Group for lack of a better word. There we assess the experiences and what we garnered from them. That knowledge then becomes privy to all. Okay, that is the basis of my spirituality, but there is much, much more, of course. We are complicated creatures, and cannot be summed up in a few paragraphs. March 15, 2011I’m cleaning and doing laundry as well as listening to the news for more about the disasters in Japan and near by. I’m on Spring Break. I heard something about the terrible damage to Hawaii, then nothing since. A sentence… merely a sentence. I wonder when they will stop showing things like little robots that will help with finding life where the K9s are unable to go. All we hear about is the power plants. And yes, they are a major concern and more so than they are telling us, this I know. These things will once again move the already precarious tectonic plates… I hope I spelled that right. Well, in any case. It only stands to reason that this would be so. In Moo, we knew they were playing with “fire” in Atlantis. We knew they were not telling their people how much so… and least of all, we, of the Watchers. Watchers? Where the Hell did that come from? Hmmm… we were a threat to them in Atlantis. Despite the fact that they knew we were working to save mankind, not destroy them; they continued with their reckless experiments. They took us for granted, “Spiritual fools” they would say, “sitting in their magic thrones pretending to control anything.” And they justified all they did in the name of Science. Now I do not scoff at science, not in the least. But there has to be more. There has to be knowledge tempered with wisdom and compassion. I am reminded of these things as I think of what is happening in Japan with 3 nuclear power plants on the verge of disaster!So much going on that we know little of… and the thought goes through my head that our governments have been well aware of these threats. They have prepared for their own survival, the rest of us? We are expendable... collateral damage. Is that how you say it? And does this sound familiar? Yes, to me it does because I saw that very thing in the time of Atlantis and Moo. In the time of a young girl living on the side of a grassy mountain looking over the sea and a huge sea port below; a young girl who worked diligently at a task that she knew little of. She merely did as she was told and loved her life, because the task she fulfilled left her feeling euphoric not drained in the least. She was like a magic sprite in her own little world. I wonder what those who saw her spin and raise high into the air thought her to be. Or did everyone do that. I think not. I think she had some special powers that were being developed. As an aside, she was able to practice and learn things that had not been expected of her. She would not only manifest food and weather changes in her little area, but creatures to keep her company… butterflies, birds, and kittens. Whatever would she have developed into had Atlantis not destroyed the two worlds? I wish I knew more of her. But I do know that I am merely an aspect of her soul. So here I am experiencing some things that I am only learning to understand. And here I am struggling on my own trying to do what I am supposed to do. I listen to the Thunder Beings. I know they are guiding and even teaching me. I know I am a “woman taken by the wind.” A Crone who has reached the age of some wisdom and the knowledge that she is not truly wise only learning as she goes; I’m a speck of light in the wind. Seeking… seeking. Open… open to learn, to be guided. Where that will lead, I do not know. Only I offer myself to whatever purpose I can be used to the highest good of all and I do this daily. I was told long ago in the hypnosis sessions that there were things locked within me that would come to the light when they were needed. Are they coming to the light now... are the portals opening so that I might know what it is that I am here to accomplish... so that I might know my purpose? I have no idea... and do not hazard a guess.March 14, 2011Well, and so… quaking feeling is still moving in my solar plexus, so I believe it is not over. Earthquakes, volcanoes, tidal waves… perhaps all sorts of Earth Changes seem to draw my solar plexus chakra. Now it is that there has been a volcanic eruption as well, though I have heard little about it. Today they speak of the Nuclear Power Plants problems. I fear they are not nearly telling us the true extent of these problems. I have long said that these power plants are a hazard to the whole Earth. And we, brilliant as our scientists are, allowed plants to be built all along the San Andreas Fault Line. It’s like there is nothing to fear. Man feels that he is invincible when it comes to Mother Nature, and we are collectively about to reap our comeuppance! The loss of lives is staggering, but not unexpected. Japan has such a heavy population in such a small area. Notice that most of these earth change activity take place near large areas of population. California is very densely populated now.I don’t appreciate feeling these things. It is hard to understand sometimes. My life is going along just fine, nothing untoward to cause such layers of doom. Not a major feeling, but something lurking behind my conscious mind. I just took a nap during a brief Thunder Storm. It lasted about an hour or so, and that is just about the length of time I slept. I was aware of the storm the entire time, though I knew I was asleep. I awoke with solutions to some of the feelings I am having presently.The hatchet is hanging over the heads of teachers, of which I am. Especially it looms over the heads of Elective Teachers, of which I am. I had no intention of retiring, but I just might be forced into retirement with the budget cuts. I will have to think of something else to do to take care of myself. I have a small house in Pennsylvania. It may be that I will have to move there. It is much cheaper to live in those small mountain towns. As I slept, despite the fact that I thought I would probably have to sell my house I awoke with the thought that I would rent it. That would give me a pretty steady source of income. Perhaps enough to live on up there with some supplemental income from say the sale of paintings and perhaps giving art lessons. No matter how poor a community, there are always those who have the money to do such things. I’m a really good art teacher. I doubt I could teach up there in the schools because they are under the same price constraints as schools here. The whole national educational system is under attack!I just heard a political ad moments ago. It was supposed to be excerpts from a Union Rally. The man speaking said that it was not about children or schools that we are fighting, but the power to make changes. This statement taken out of context was touted as the unions are only interested in getting their own people elected, like Barack Obama! This was not a Teachers Union! This was not the whole speech! This was one snippet taken from a whole speech. It is rather like, you can prove anything with the Christian Bible… or you can disprove it… that is if you take things out of context. I’m no Christian but I know this to be fact.The most important about Unions right now is that they will fight for our rights no matter the cause… not just on Education! They are the only leverage we have between business and workers. Without the Unions, we go back to where we were at the turn of the 19th century. Children worked like adults, everyone working ungodly long hours with no time off for anything. If a worker fell injured, he was kicked aside like a useless piece of dung! And that is pretty much what is happening in many of the third world countries where our business has taken their work. I am beyond sure that they would love to bring it back here if they could treat us the same way they treat the other world country workers! And that ad… will anyone listen to that and think what I am saying here? I doubt that very, very much! 3/13/11Well, in light of the massive Earthquake in Japan I feel I truly do understand why these memories of Moo and Atlantis come back to me now. There are very few accidents in the world. Everything happens for a reason. That reason now is Earth Changes. Grandmother is cleansing herself. Like an animal whose skin is infected with fleas, lice, and other vermin; she is shaking and drowning to rid herself of the polution we have heaped upon her back. At the end of Earth Changes, the Mother will survive cleansed and whole. What we have to be concerned with is whether or not we, the vermin upon her back will survive. Sobering, yes?
March 12, 2011 revised 3/13/11 both this entry and the one after it.
Well, now I know why all the information about my lifetime in Moo has come to the surface. The huge Earthquake and tsunami in Japan are along the same line. That also explains why I was getting so drained and emotional after such a short bit of information on the topic. Right now I am aware of a quaking like feeling in my solar plexus area that I used to be aware of receiving before earthquakes and volcanoes.
Funny, yes, how one lets things go to the wayside for other things. These feelings have been coming off and on, but because my focus was elsewhere I did not notice. So… obviously, it is time for me to pay attention again. Many, many years ago before my husband died, I was told that there was information locked inside me that would come out when the time was right. Is the time right? Maybe… I will have to pay more attention.
What is happening over there is devastating on so many levels. My heart goes out to all those in that area. But at the same time I have to ask, are we going to let the Republican Party continue there onslaught on the middle class by not paying attention through this disaster? They are adept at deception and behind closed doors legislating. The wealthiest companies in the world are receiving corporate welfare, while our children are being cut of their educations. Yadda, Yadda, Yadda…. Same old bullshit! Who’s listening? Well, I think the left and the middle class who are getting short changed, shall we call a spade a spade and say screwed in this debacle we are witnessing. Wisconsin is the beginning. If they can get away with it there… there will be no end to it. Better read the books listed below before it is too late! Again, just me sayin’…
March 10, 2011, added to 3/13/11:
If you want a clear picture of what is happening in America, check out these books and sites. I'm a self confessed Progressive. What's happening in this country is scary! The far right is in the process of legislating their morality to the detriment of all the rest of us. Actually, they are legislating their morality in the name of the Republican Party and their base, the richest 3% of this nation. I think the young people of this country are starting to wake up. These stone cold sober educated young adults are going to do what needs to be done to save their future from those who are working very hard to take it away from them. They will make the hippie movement look like a picnic just like they did to elect Obama. I don't see Obama looking out for our rights. I voted for him, but I am sorely disappointed in his performance to date. He has the bully pulpit, and he is NOT using it to keep his promises to us. Take a look at the recommendations below, I think you will have the scales fall from your eyes if you do.
The Shock Doctrine by Naomi Cline (Spelling - not sure... close enough... I have heard such insightful discussions with the Author and reviews of the book that I know I need to buy that book.)
The Jungle by Upton Sinclair
HightowerLowdown.org
Watch Bill Maher's Real Time, a constant thought provoking and very insigthful hour, and one of my favorite shows! I remember his Politically Incorrect show. This is even better. I'm not always in agreement with his guests, but most of the time I am in agreement with his stance on most issues. I also watch The Daily Show (Jon Stewart) and The Colbert Report (Stephen Colbert) for the same reasons. These political humorists can say with humor what others cannot. And I thoroughly enjoy their guests that we rarely get to see or hear about anywhere else. All three of those gentlemen are as sharp as tacks as well as funny, they don't come any smarter! Besides the news channels, these programs give me a "fair and balanced" angle on the other side that I do not get from our CNN News and company. I also like Rachel Maddow and of course, Michael Moore. Fox News, you may ask? No. Sometimes I watch just to see if they are still as one sided as they were.... and yes, they are and worse. That is a station for those who are not willing to ferret out the whole picture for themselves. And therefore, deserve the hog wash they are fed. Rush Limbaugh, Glen Beck? God give me strength, I have no words to describe the disgust I feel for those two jerk offs! Sorry... just me sayin... if I offend, please don't continue reading! LOL Because I will most surely continue to offend!
I listen to NPR and BBC radio to and from work; a long drive through rush hour traffic. And they ARE “fair and balanced” and give both sides of issues without leaning either way. And the rest of my views come from my own good commonsense and my ability to intuitively hone in on what is true and what is not. All of my life I have been able to look at a politician and listen to the least amount of his words on whatever and say if that is truly a good man who means what he says or not. There is good and bad in all. We just have to ferret out the most good from individual. You can be a good person and be wrong some of the time. Just as you can be a bad person and still be right some of the time. But you cannot be a bad person and appear right all the time. There is something in a person's Aura that speaks to some of us. I say Aura for lack of a better word. I don't necessarily mean the light around the body of a person, though that might be what it is; but rather the energy that flows out from that individual. There are visual clues as well that speak to the real meaning behind a facade.
I took a training once in all kinds of physic methods for the fun of it. It was very serious with over 30 people in attendance. I found that I was very strong in picking up on what was behind the words of an individual. We had volunteers for this who wanted to have different informations about themselves and their lives and loved ones. They were not aware that we were novices, though they were told when the weekend was over to the shock of most of them.
I was very strong on listening to their question and telling them much more than they wanted to know about it… and being right. As well, I could take a picture over night and spend some time before going to sleep looking at it and rather meditating on the person or persons. The next day I came back and expounded at length about the person/s personality traits, likes and dislikes and whatever the individual wanted to know about that person.
When the four day weekend was to a close and we were revealed to be novices, I was asked repeatedly if I was a professional. No, in fact, I was not as I told them. And I had never tried those practices before. But now when I get a “funny feeling” about something or someone… I listen!
Okay, I’m running down. Off and gone… good night, children!
February 27, 2011
The 29th of February is the day my husband died. This is a tough time for me. Plus you add the fact that Thur. we were told that Fine Arts are on the chopping block; well, it’s been a rather rough weekend for me. I woke up Friday unable to function. I was just wrung out like an old wet rag. I simply felt like I could not get up and go again with that information hanging over my head. I slept all day Friday. I woke up about 3:00 p.m., ate a bite and proceeded to watch a little TV. I could not stay awake. I fell back to sleep, and did not wake up until the wee hours of the morning. I was up briefly for about an hour and fell back to sleep again. I slept off and on all day yesterday. When I am extremely stressed it seems that sleep is all that I can do. I guess my poor tired brain just needs to rest.
Well, I feel I will go back to work with a renewed outlook. Sometimes you fake it ‘til you make it. I was saying what my brain knew was right, but it had not been internalized, thus, the day off on Friday. I needed it. Now I can go back to work tomorrow without the pressure, self assured that I have put it in the hands of the Creator, and I shall accept what comes knowing that ultimately, it will be for my highest good.
If they take Fine Arts out of education, I think they will regret it. The rest of the world starts their students off with Fine Arts from the beginning of their formal education. They out rank us in all areas, and I truly believe it is due to the idea of holistic education. Teach the whole child and watch him or her blossom in all areas. Fine Arts Education uses a different portion of the brain than the core curriculum courses. They need to work together hand in hand if we want our students to perform at their peak best! I know I am right on this and there is lots of data to support this theory.
I espouse it purely from my own experience and watching others around me, however. The Arts are the Creative part of our society. We are the ones who dream the future before science can prove it. This I know from my life times on both Moo and Atlantis; because I did it all their over many, many lifetimes. I say I for lack of a better word. I think rather it was an aspect of my soul group. What one learns, we all learn to one degree or another.
February 18, 2011
Well, and so… here I am again. I have not thought over much about the thoughts expressed below. I’ve been very busy with work. Things are rather in an upheaval there with budget cuts and talk of teachers not doing their best and other nonsensical raving from the right wing extremist and republican politicians as well as the talk radio nutsos… who appear to care nothing for the education of their children despite the fact that we are behind almost all the civilized world academically! How do they expect us to compete in a world wide economy… or do they? An uneducated population is really very easy to control… note the countries in Africa and the Middle East! So many of our right wing friends and neighbors are controlled by the propaganda spread by the Republicans that they can hardly think for themselves… or so it seems to me.
I should not speak of politics here because I am very opinionated about such. I think I see things a bit differently from my perspective as a teacher in an inner city school. I’m a Visual Art teacher. That does not mean I’m an arts and crafts teacher, far from it. The kids I teach are so hope-less that it is all we can do to dream for them until they are strong enough to dream for themselves! They need better paid teachers and less stressful environment in which to teach them. If they cut the ratio of students to teacher that alone would help tremendously! Right now we even hear words of making student to teacher ratio increased! If we cannot catch them up the way it is… how can we expect to otherwise? The teachers at my school give up evenings and Saturdays to tutor children. And they are the worse for wear for it. And now we hear that is not enough! It is funny to me that we can seriously consider budget cuts in education, social security, and aid for head start programs that are proven to work; and yet, we cannot consider raising the taxes on the wealthiest amongst us? Something is surely not right with that picture! Even more so that there are those amongst us who would NOT benefit from the Republican Agenda and yet espouse it as thought it is the Gospel sent from God! Go figure that!
I’m so frustrated with both parties. I used to proudly say I was a Democrat. Now I feel like I am choosing the lesser of two evils. Neither party seems to care what we want… mark the health care reform that over 70 % of us wanted and did not get passed in its entirety. Perhaps, one can only hope, that just maybe the young people who rose up in unheard of numbers to elect Obama might rise up in numbers for what is right for all of us. I think the educated young people are getting tired of seeing our government run by the fat cats of Wall Street and their ilk. Another very few years and they will be the voting majority, and they are like a river of revolt as it is. Let them get out there in numbers like in Egypt, and we will finally see change come to the U.S. And no one will be able to stop them. It makes me smile to think of it. The hippy revolution will be nothing compared to these highly educated stone cold sober young adults realizing their power for change.
Of course, with the global warming reaching the point of no return, it may be too late. It makes one wonder why people cannot see the forest for the trees… we are in the middle of Earth Changes, and nothing much can change that now. We will just have to ride it out and see if any of us remain in the end of it.
I cannot think on it anymore right now. It hurts a bit too much…. I think I'm going to have to find a Donavan's Greatest hits CD....
February 5, 2011
I’ve been very busy with this and that. Not to mention the fact that the cold weather makes me want to hibernate like a bear! Lol
That chance comment that I made below about reference to the Gods and Goddesses of Ancient civilization perhaps coming from the tales of those who sat on the mountain tops working to stabilize the world as it was then. To perhaps make it more clear as to what it was that we did I need to elaborate a bit. I was very young so that I was in training and would someday take my place with the old ones who did the major part of our work. They came together in counsels and spoke of the world and the Humans who inhabited it. Somehow we were not quite like them. We taught them and helped them to build their world and educate their population, but they would never be as we were. We rarely if ever left out perches on the mountain sides. I know that I never did. I was placed there as a child and surrounded by love and guidance. As I matured I began to learn the work of which we were there to perform. It was like knowledge was beamed at me for lack of a better word, and I absorbed it into my being… and I knew. That is about the only way I can explain it. How much like Gods we must have seemed to those below. We kept their world in order until they became so full of themselves that they thought they knew better and did not need us. Like Gods, perhaps the Elders grew angry at times and rained down some sort of discipline upon the humans below. I was much too young to know or understand. But it makes sense to me that we could very easily have been worshiped as Gods.
I’m not sure if we were aliens from another world, or merely Enlightened Ones sent to nurture the planet and the human beings there. Perhaps it was an experiment that went awry. Or perhaps it was merely a cycle in the lives of these humans that would start over with our guidance, but without their knowledge of such. Perhaps we would not reveal ourselves as they progressed DNA-wise after this experiment. There’s a thought, perhaps each time the world has ended there has been something embedded in our DNA that remains and allows us to drag ourselves out of the mire of ignorance and into the light of what we call civilization.
Curious thought. But I do not believe that my thoughts are all that hap chance. I suspect I am more recalling than imagining. Curious that... yes? *shrug* One does not know. It could explain so much that I am doing now… keeping the rain at bay until after heavy traffic say by asking. Asking for the sun to come out for a gathering… and it does. Like that.
It seems like when I hit on certain things in my musing here… I grow very tired as though I have been working mentally for a much longer time than I am. Perhaps it is just from pulling such memories from some very deep recess in my mind. I’m not sure. But I’m tired and I need to go allow my mind to rest.
January 25, 2011
In reading this last recount I am struck by the memory of the life times I mentioned on those two island countries with such very different focus for energy. I will go into more detail another time. But, in one life I was part of a scientific team who grew crystals in huge greenhouse like structures. These crystals were for energy, medicine, and stabilizing the Earth. Similar to what we were doing on Moo with spiritual/mental energy. In Atlantis, I did surgeries using the crystals. These surgery units were not like hospitals. They were shaped like pyramids. It was totally different from the laser surgery we have now in usage, but I suspect it was very much the same perhaps in principle. I would bring a tool down from above, set the crystals and guide their use. Patients were healed and walked away from those surgeries as though nothing had happened to them. Any way, that is for another time. Things got out of hand with the crystal growth and usage in Atlantis just as the myths and ancient references report.
I will have to let this work its way through my mind. Right now, I have grading to do.
January 22, 2011
As I reread the recount below, I did recall more of the session. This happens quite frequently, and I have gone into the writing to add those memories. The suggestion is always given at the end of a sesssion that in the time to come one will recall more and more of that life experience. It does happen that way. Sometimes I think it is more because an opening, a connection has been made. A little worm hole so to speak into an alternative reality of which we are experiencing within our Soul Gestalt.
I find it interesting that perched up on top of those mountains we were somewhat like the Gods of the Ancient Greeks and Romans. Perhaps that is where those myths have their beginnings. Oh, btw, the Island country we lived on was called Moo. There was another Island country called Atlantis. It truly makes me wonder if many of the myths about those places and the Gods worshiped in Antiquity where not as a result of the work of our order, for lack of a better word, worked to accomplish.
We seemed to be an ancient order of Priests and Priestess. I was so young that perhaps there was much that I did not even know. I do know that I loved my life there. I did not feel lonely or alone. I was a happy carefree child like young woman. I sang and danced in my little garden. I seemed to be able to talk to birds and butterflies. Once a little rabbit came scampering up to my little lounge, I most surely manifested it as I doubt it could have jumped the nearly 6 ft marble wall around my world, but it felt like it was a total surprise. Perhaps it was the first time that I had manifested a living creature and the source of my warning not to do so again.
It was an interesting life. And now that I think of it, I am reminded when first I went to the California coast when I was about 20. Though anyone who has been on the beaches of California knows they do not have waves that go over ones head when standing in the edge of the water! But from the first that I was in that water, I had almost nightly dreams of large waves crashing in over my standing body. I loved the beach, and the ocean. But the dreams were disturbing. And I wondered how I was so frightened of large waves in my dreams when there were none in reality there, and I loved the beach and water so dearly.
Later in other hypnosis sessions, I recalled several other lifetimes in both Moo and Atlantis. These Island worlds were very different. It was as though Atlantis was a world of Science in its most stark reality. And Moo was a land of Spirituality, Temples, Healers, and Priest/Priestess orders. The two worlds co existed, but held little respect for each other. Maybe like the U.S. and Russia past relationship… only one scientific and the other spiritual.
I will recount more of these sessions for it seems to be somewhat freeing to my mind. Perhaps by remembering these times, I will understand them more and why I was privileged to learn of their existence... and more importantly to me, how they relate to my present existence.
I’m tired. I have to reach far within myself to find these memories.
January 19, 2011
A ways down I mentioned a past life recall through hypnosis, which of course, in light of my Gestalt “all time is now” theory of reality, means merely that I picked up on another reality in which I was or am focused as well as this one and others. The period I recalled seem now to be related to what was going on in our preparation to “move to higher ground” in preparation for earth changes.
This is as I saw it. Always I see images in full color in hypnosis as well as dreams. I always have. As well, I am visualizing all most all of the time no matter what I am doing. If we are talking about food, I’m seeing food. If we are talking Art, I am seeing whatever. I have always assumed that everyone did that. Now I think that is not nearly the case. I say this so that you might understand how I experience these recall sessions and my own reality here and now. Sometimes a past life regression runs like a motion picture as in dreams. Other times they run like still photos that keep coming closer and closer together in which I have clear understanding of what is happening.
This particular incident was on the side of a very high mountain much like the mountains of Hawaii only more lushly green. I was perched on the side of this mountain in a walled in garden. There were different heights of columns not unlike the Greeks temple columns. They were pretty much a height within my reach scattered across my little garden, and I would learn later why. I was reclining on a lounge. It had a half back and one arm with the rest just a plain length. It was very much like those seen in the Greek temples. It was very comfortable and seemed to conform to my body. This piece of furniture was situated on a patio sort of thing with a rounded wall behind. This seemed to be white with pink veins running through it. I even recall the fabric on the lounging chair was white with tiny pink and green stripes. There was a spattering of tiny pink rose buds as well, just what someone might imagine for a young teen girl right here and now in my world. The area of my garden was grassed in with wild flowers growing here and there in no kind of order just as though they came up voluntarily across the garden. I was looking out over the vista below which appeared to be a great port and the town that surrounded it. I could see where the ocean met the land and the city surrounding those areas. It was all very lovely, marble with lots of white. The climate was warm and pleasant. Where I could see people, they looked less than ants. But I could train my vision on something and it would enlarge so that I saw detail in the direction of my focus. I could then see what was happening in that area. Sometimes it was an important incident and sometimes it was merely real life going on so far from my isolated world. I was somewhat curious about the world below me, but not overly so. I knew that my gifts were far superior to any below me and that I would find those below very dull indeed.
I seemed to be receiving information telepathically most of the time that I was there. It was like a kind of constant school with knowledge that would be far beyond anything we have today. I seemed to be in touch with many people at one time. I believe that was what I was there for in the moment of this session. I was being shown coming events as well as what I might be able to do to help lessen their magnitude. I was in almost constant contact with others who shared my skills. I was very young, perhaps only about 15 years of age. My hair was blue black and my eyes a bright hazel green that in some lights looked almost blue at times. I have never seen such eyes. They were as though black below with reflection of color more than the color itself. It was like looking deep into the pupils and finding there color. Impossible to explain, because that is not even accurate as my memory; but the best I can do for an explanation. They were very beautiful eyes, if I do say so myself. My skin was a nice golden tan. My build was slender and I was not very tall, maybe only a little over 5 ft. tall. Anyway in comparison to the things around me, I appeared much smaller. I was dressed in robes like the ancient Greeks would have worn, a very thin woven fabric that seemed to flow with my body. I was barefoot or wore little golden thong style slippers now and then. I wore a soft golden belt tied around my waist as well. It seemed to be twisted fabric that hung low on my hips. I weaved flowers together to make rings for my head. There were times when I wore crystal jewelry and others when I wore none at all. And there was no place to store these items, so they too must have been manifested as I needed or wanted them. I recall that I was very graceful. I seemed to almost float on my toes most of the time, moving very quickly here and there. Weird to recall that now. I don't recall that from the sessions, but I see it very clearly now as I type. OMG, I just recalled that I would sometimes be sprinting across the garden and turn so quickly that I was floating in the air. I loved to do that looking even farther below to directly what was beneathe me and beyond. I don't think I ever left my little walled garden, however.
It seemed that I lounged there in my little alcove for most of my day and night except for sleeping. I did not seem to require much exercise and stayed very fit. I needed very little sleep or food for that matter. When I wanted food I would manifest whatever I chose and it would appear on top of the capitol of one of the columns. Most often I seemed to choose fruit and nuts. I ate very little more than a taste. If I wanted divergence I could manifest in that regard. I watched as I manifested some little kittens, they were black with white spots on them like the Sylvester Cat from the cartoons. I ran across the garden to the edge of the marble wall that surrounded my small world. The garden was about 50 ft. square. My lounge and porch was situated against the upper side of the hill like a small cave. Grass grew like a lawn over it and the garden. Small trees dotted the lawn here and there as well. They were little larger than I. And at times they were not there at all. A lip of the marble of my alcove held the grass at bay. The sky was very very blue and the grass very very green. I played with the kittens there for a time, then I returned to my lounge chair; and they were gone.
As I became acquainted with my arrangement, I saw that rain did not fall on me in my little alcove of marble. And I could easily cause the rain to stop or to start for that matter as I so chose it to be. It seemed as though I was one of many who were perched high on the sides of this and other mountains which seemed to be the center of the Island... a lush and green island. We were all working to control extremes in weather and keep the worst of the “earth changes” from our home. We were highly successful in the beginning, but then it became too much. It seemed that the energy manifested by the humans below us and the energy from Atlantis was so extreme that it was causing our work to become more and more difficult. Did those below know of our existence? I believe they did and they took it for granted that they were safe from harm because we were where we were doing as we were meant to do. Those on Atlantis were aware of our presence as well. They felt that we were in some way interfering with their work. I can see some confusion in that direction now though I was not aware of it at the time perhaps because I was so young I was protected from the extent of our situation. It was like functioning in a kind of euphoria to do the work I was assigned. It was not the least bit a negative experience. Their did seem to be times when I was sending out a kind of violet light, very soft and iridescent. My focus was very strong so that I could effortlessly follow whatever instruction I was given. Other times I was receiving such lights filled with information.
At one point a mature woman came to visit me, she seemed to just be there in a moment. There was no gate into my garden. She looked like me in coloring. She was there to talk to me about my receiving information. She seemed to project some thoughts into my mind and I replied in the same way. She was there she said to warn me that things were getting out of hand, and despite the fact that we had all been working so hard to keep things together in our little world, things were beginning to happen. She chose to tell me in person because she wanted to stress the importance of the next days and hours. I recall not being able to fully comprehend what she was telling me. My world had been so ordered all of my life that I was like the Humans below; I thought nothing could conquer us, my kind that is. I recall she seemed somewhat annoyed if only briefly over the kittens. She told me that I was to remember that I was not to manifest living creatures. She said there was a reason for this that we had discussed before, I did not recall what she meant. Perhaps it was that she did not give me time to recall under the circumstances, I'm not sure.
She took me gently by the shoulders and looked deep into my eyes to be sure that I was receiving the full impact of what she was going to tell me. She told me that the Island was going to become submerged that even now if I focused my attention on the ocean itself, I would feel it coming. I did. I was frightened. She said I should not fear this happening that I would be lifted up and above the turmoil. She cautioned me not to look back because of the distress it would most surely cause me. She said it would be enough that I merely felt without seeing. I was young. She said that I was strong as one of us, but she still felt so tender in age to be experiencing what was coming. She assured me that it was necessary and that the world had become too corrupt and destructive. We had done all that we could. It was time that we should make the transition to the other side of this reality. My understanding was that we were consciously leaving our human bodies, and the Soul of us would move on. We were consciously moving through the process of death with full awareness perhaps, I can only speculate.
It seemed that it was only hours later, perhaps more as I and all those like myself were working very hard to help the souls below us make the transition without total terror. It seemed we were having little success in that direction. As I surveyed the scene below me, I saw that massive waves were headed towards our island. These tidal waves were coming from Atlantis. Everyone was aware of what was happened and they ran screaming into the streets helpless to find any where to hide. As the waves enveloped the ports and crashed into the buildings, it was chaos. I was struck by waves and waves of emotion that were almost overwhelming.
At some time in this process I received a message, “Myrah, it is time. (I recall that my name was Myrah, not Jada as I had thought before. Someone was named Jada, but not I. I recall very clearly now hearing the other name called just as mine was. That is a bit confusing in my mind now, it feels like I was both those names.) Do not fear. Begin your ascent now.” And I did.
I felt myself slide out of my body so to speak and rise into the air light as a feather. I did look below despite the caution. I saw my prone body lifeless and still lying on the divan, and I saw the island inundated half way up the mountain. I saw all the other terraces like mine dotted across the upper parts of the mountain empty as mine. Then I turned my focus to what I was supposed to be doing, lifting out of the material world… out of this dimension into another higher one. I recall seeing myself as a golden kind of light that held my image only faintly. And with that change in focus, I left the hypnosis session.
Through the whole session I was trying to tell my hypnotist all that I saw and felt and knew of my experience. It was not easy as this life vision seemed too important to fully know the experience in that short span of time. Afterwards we talked about what I had seen. Neither of us doubted the validity of my experience.
I went home wondering how this was related to my present experience. At the time I did not see a lot of connection. Now I do.
As always, I feel drained by this experience. I'll reread and correct soon. Right now I just need to let it go.
January 18, 2011 - proof read, some small changes and corrections. I still don't feel like I want to continue, however. After rereading, it feels like I have made some peace with the memories. Maybe that is how it will be. Dridge it up, and then digest it. I know this does not sound like such a hard thing to remember. But one does not know where this will lead, and I do.
January 16, 2011
And so I was recalling when my husband and I had made the decision to make a move to Montana, something he had always wanted to do and something that I had just suddenly felt was very important. It felt as though it would be a safe place for my family during the coming Earth Changes. I sought advice from my guides and was given that it would be good for us to make the change. We put the house in the hands of a realtor and began gathering things that we felt would make life easier for us up there. We did not feel as though we were going on a dooms day mission, rather it felt like a grand adventure. We would be settled there and our children used to the way of life there so that if it did come to pass, it would not be a major upheaval for us. I had seen images of people walking to higher ground. It was not a pretty sight.
We had the house on the market for about 3 months. I went to a session and my guide said that something had changed and that we should take down the signs. It was time to decide if we wanted to sign a contract and I had asked if we should. We took the signs down. But still we had not given up on the idea. It was as though the time were not right, not that we had discarded the idea altogether. We had a hurricane that fall. Alicia.
We stayed in our house boarded up. We had extra food and water and lots of batteries. We listened to a battery operated radio my husband had bought, some kind of military looking thing. My husband had been in the Navy and he was a avid hunter, not a trophy hunter, but a real one. You kill it, you clean it, and you eat it and all done in a right way. So he was a outdoorsman, survival stuff was nothing that he could not manage…with one hand tied behind his back even! I’m part Indian, so he learned some things from me, the “right way” kind of things. He learned to ask before the hunt in thanksgiving that an animal would give its life so that it would live through us. Then once the animal was killed, there should be a prayer of thanksgiving right there on the spot. I heard the same sort of thinking in the Avatar movie. I loved that. My husband was a good hunter, excellent actually as is his son. But he said once he started doing it my way, it seemed that everything became peaceful and smooth. He was a good man.
Anyway, during that storm I could see that something had changed. It was not a tangible thing, but something was definitely different in the air. In the months before my husband died we became very close hardly wanting to be apart at all. But at that time, somehow, we were pulling apart in a way that I would not notice at the time, but later would recognize. Something had changed as my Guide said. Somehow in the storm, I found a way to shut down my mental processes and become one with the storm. It’s hard to explain without sounding factious, but it is what happened.
We were all in the family room through out the storm. Our young teenagers were lying on their sleeping bags; my husband was in his recliner and our little girl sleeping in his lap most of the evening. I lay on the sofa. We talked and listened to the radio, and we slept. I was surprised that our teens slept through most of it. Our little one went between me and her dad. I think she felt safer with him. He was big and strong and seemed really quite invincible, I guess I always thought of him that way.
I slept off and on and somehow in the night I found a way to be in that storm not outside of it. I felt like something had energized my body and my mind. I do not recall sleeping much, but perhaps I did. I must have seemed strange somehow, because I recall my husband saying once, “are you alright?” I told him I was just fine. In fact, I hated to have to draw myself back enough to answer him. I was so full of that storm. It was like my mind or my spirit… or some deep part of me was riding high in the roaring winds while some husk of me was lying on that sofa with my family. Did I make a noise, did I say something? I don’t know. I think he felt my irritation at being called into the moment, because he did not say more; but I felt… not saw that he held our daughter closer and pulled away from me a little bit in that moment.
I think I scared him. After that storm he was very affectionate to me, however. We were all rather dumb struck looking at the havoc the storm had played with our whole neighborhood. We saw people everywhere looking just like us. We all looked a bit like we were shell shocked. We drove around and looked at the damage. It was amazing.
I had gone out and spoke to each of our trees before the storm while my husband and son were boarding up the house. I ask them to hang tight, be strong and bind with the storm but do not break. I asked them to protect our house. And though they had been churned like a demon child had whipped them in circles like the blades of a mixer, they all stood strong. And, they left not a serious limb on our house. Trees all around us were down and houses covered with limbs.
The eye of the storm passed over our house. On the radio it said it would take about half an hour for it to pass. The announcer entreated people not to go out in the eye. That is the most dangerous time of the storm. It’s strange, but I felt no desire to go out during the eye. Now I would probably be the first one out. Instead, I held our little girl so that she would not be afraid while her daddy went out. It was eerie to look out in the stillness. The sky was a grey like green color. Everything seemed dead still. My husband came back in declaring that everything looked fine so far. The storm returned in full force only in the opposite direction as the eye had passed right over our house. Trees that had been churning in one direction were jerked around in the other direction now. Later we would find that trees were down everywhere around us, but not our trees. They had hung tight and stayed strong. And I am talking a huge Oak tree, a Chinese Elm, China Berry trees (the locals call them Popcorn or Tallow trees… I like China Berry better), and Mimosa tree stood through a major hurricane. It was pretty phenomenal.
OkayOkay, going back and recalling these things is not so easy for me. It is like reaching back into another lifetime almost. I have to pull these memories almost kicking and screaming to my conscious mind. I guess I have had them buried there for so long unable to allow them to touch the light of day. There is so much pain between these memories and those that come later and until this time. So, I will stop for now. And return another time to read what I have and clean it up a bit.
January 9, 2011
Yesterday I went to sleep thinking about past life regressions and those that I recall most vividly. This morning I awoke thinking of one that I had not thought of in a long time. One that was completely different from any other. Well, no, there was another similar now that I think about it. Well, that most surely is a remembrance for another time.
I guess I’m getting ahead of myself, and should start at the beginning. I was very interested in metaphysics, anything connected to spirituality and healing long before my husband died. I was not looking for a new religion though I was definitely not a devout Christian. Fortunately, I had been raised by parents who believed in Christianity, but were very open minded about many things. Not big things, but things like listening to the other side of a story before making a decision; and not judging so quickly those who were different from us. We were really taught to be thoughtful of others feelings and lives. As well we were taught that everyone had a right to live their lives as long as they were not hurting someone else. And still from this upbringing I am the only one in my family who is truly not a Christian… unless someone else is hiding the fact. And, I don’t think there is much of a chance of that! And that does not bother me one bit.
OkayOkay, I was very open to and seeking new spiritual ideas. I was interested in healing methods, and finding a Way that made sense to me. I started working with a hypnotist after attending a hypnosis training session with Dick Sutphen, one of the most well known hypnotists in the country. Well, at that time. I can’t say for now since I do not follow his career and teachings. I learned how to do a hypnosis session, but only the basics simply by being there and following his techniques as they worked on me. I would like to have gone to his full training, but we could not afford that. What I learned was that there was a lot more to this life than I thought. That I was here for a purpose and it might be a good idea to find out what that was. Since I could not afford to do more with Sutphen, I did the next best thing; I found a woman who had been trained by him living in my area.
I went for curiosity. I believed in reincarnation. I wanted to know more about my own possible previous lives and how they might be affecting this life time. I had just been introduced to new ideas about life and death, reality and time. I wanted more. I was like a candle just beginning to burn. I wanted to know my purpose in life, why was I here. For some reason it seemed very important. It’s hard to explain now. But recall I said earlier that sometimes spiritual teachings sought me out and other times I sought it out? Well, when a person does something that feels like a whim, is it really? I don’t think so anymore. I think we are here for some reasons and they will be revealed in time as we learn and grow. So I was seeking spiritual knowledge more than anything and wondering if I could contact my Guide, which I felt we all had.
I was reading more and more about Earth Changes, and it felt important to do something about that. I was seeking information about that. Was I just imagining all the urgings to “get out of Dodge?” I wanted to know. My husband was not interested in my spiritual curiosity. In fact, I think it scared him a little. He had never been exposed to my beliefs. I hoped Hypnosis would give me some answers. It did.
I felt more and more determined that we should leave this area. I became acquainted with my guide and trusted that he was revealing himself for my highest good. Now in light of my recent solidification of my belief system, I wonder if he might be my Over Soul. Or perhaps not? In any case, I was communicating with him through hypnosis about once a month. He said that there would be Earth Changes and that this whole area where I live would not be safe. He recommended that all who could should try to find high ground that was not centered in an earth quake or volcano area. I was very focused on Montana and that whole region. I was trying to talk to my husband about my feelings and the reinforcement coming from my guide. He scoffed at me. Then one day he came home from work and said, “I was just thinking about what you are saying about moving to Montana. I have always wanted to do that, and you have never had any interest. And I figured, why am I fighting you? For whatever reason, you want to go where I have wanted to go ever since we left Pennsylvania.”
So we were on the same page and having a very fun time getting together things we felt we might need up there. We had about a year and a half plan in our minds.
More later, this is becoming stressful to my mind. A lot of remembering times that were to become very painful. I just don’t feel like I can talk more on this time with my husband right now.
Okayokay… good night, children…
January 8, 2011
Yesterday was rodeo art contest. Each student could enter one piece. I had thirteen entries. We got one first place and nine second places and three third places. Nice work. Next year we will get more. Last year I did not enter, but the year before I did. I really had to give it some thought. That year three pieces of our art work came up missing! That was really frustrating for both me and my young artists. I volunteered to help put up art work so that I could keep an eye on things. It was an exhausting day. The head of my feeder pattern and I had to hang the work very quickly for all grades. Each grade got awards. So I felt tickled pink at what we received. Anyway, we hang them in the morning for the elementary grades. Then hurry up and wait. As soon as they are judged we dash in and take down that work and separate it by schools. Then we hand the secondary grades as quickly as possibly. We are all jockeying for the best possible hanging areas. I like to keep mine together. Others feel that is not a good idea. Again, we hurry up and wait. Nicely though, they did give us lunch. That was great! We did not have to fight traffic to go out for food and worry about missing something. One young lady left and had to pay for parking on return, because there was a function going on in one of the other buildings. Once the judging is over, we all rush in and take down our work. I separate mine by grade level. I was thrilled to get so many 2nd place awards. And the one first place was for 8th grade! I was tickled PINK. We got out of there about 5:00, which was better than we anticipated.
I love what I do. I do believe I have said that before. Well, nothing is sweeter than entering an important contest and doing well.
No profound pronouncements today. In fact, I’m in a movie watching day. That means I will do laundry! LOL I am busy and still enjoying the movies. I feel like baking as well. But not enough to go get some of the stuff I need. Well, I could make one thing or even two things I would like… yeah, I will probably make that!
As well I believe I will begin to touch on some of my past life regressions. I think other might find them interesting. And I will take a look at them again in light of my gestalt, all time is now theory. But for now. Off to start some work around here. :)
January 4, 2011
Here we go, another semester of school starting. Today was the first day with students. It went well. I was very tired by the end of the day. By the end of week, I’ll be back in the swing of things. I’m trying to do a brief review for 2nd semester students and a brief introduction to the Elements and Principles of Art for the new students. I am really stressing discipline this year. We got a set of rules and consequences to be used univerisally throughout the school. It's perfect, something I have felt we needed for a very long time. I love what I do. It just sort of flows out of me. When it flows smoothly, that’s a good thing. Today it did. I think we were all tired by the end of the day. So many students were red faced and sleepy. I truly hope we are not in for a bunch of flu… that would be regretful to say the least! Well, I must keep an optimistic frame of mind. That always helps.
Today I drove home with black clouds all around me. It barely sprinkled on my car as I drove in to got a tire replaced. Then we had a really lovely little rain. As soon as I came out of the business, the rain stopped. I drove home, no rain. About half and hour ago after I returned home it began to rain. It simply poured for about 15 or 20 minutes. I raised my hands in thanks giving! And I felt the energy move through my finger tips to my whole body. By the Winds, I love the connection that I have with the Thunder Beings, Thunderbird, and Creator, Great Mystery, All that Is. I am so blessed. I am energized by that connection. And I am humbled that I have been blessed with this wonderful Path I am on now. Great Mystery takes care of me through the Elementals of the Thunder and the Lightening and the rain.
When did this start? Was it just a couple of years ago when I began to be aware of what was happened when I asked or was it a long time ago? I think it was a long time ago, probably when I was still a child. I look back and see all kinds of guide posts along the way. It was subtle, and it came on slowly. Now I can look back and see that I have been headed this way for a long, long time... most of my life.
The first Medicine Wheel I attended, I was struck by a blue turquoise and black shiny material set in an oval silver frame. There was a silver Eagle in the middle with the turquoise like clouds around it as it flew away. These things you do not buy lightly, for me to purchase that to wear indicated that I had by chosen by the Eagle; not the other way around. I was not aware of that exactly. But I did know that you had to have a connection to wear such jewelry. I was simply walking past that table and was drawn straight away to that article. I recall how the seller looked at me with a little bit of wonder. But not surprise. I put it on immediately. The long chain allowed it to rest right between my breasts like it was touching my heart. Anyway that was how it felt. And it felt like it was “home” with me.
I started to work with a hypnotist doing regressions before my husband died. I learned so much about myself and the world around me as well as my Spiritual Guides. The Eagle was one. And my Spirit Guide called himself Waban, and still does. And since I am so visual, I saw all these things in living color and motion. He would show himself to me in different guises. I think sometimes it amused him to surprise me, get my reaction. Now I look back and I was starting to talk to Thunder right then. And I have continued all these years growing stronger all the time until now I have to only give the merest thought and I can feel the energy. Rarely ever do I get caught in rain, much less the kind of drenching we get here in Texas. I talk to Thunder and It talks to me. I used to be that I spoke first. Now very frequently it is the other way around. Thunder wants to know me, and Thunder wants me to know It. And all of it, is from the Great Mystery or All that IS. That is my belief, Children.
I do not know what the future holds, but I do know that we are deep into Earth Changes to cleanse the Earth Mother. We may or may not survive, but the Earth Mother will abide as ever She has. It takes but a few of us who can talk to Thunder and receive answers to make a difference. I think that is what I am here for and that pretty much alone. I will follow my guidance and do the best I can by it. When you are chosen by a Spirit Guide there is a responsibility to that Guide, one that entails respect and courage, and never scorn or denial. There is a price indeed, and I gladly take it on. This is my Path, my Way, and I will walk it as long as I can. If there is something that I am meant to do, then I shall do it to the best of my ability… with thanksgiving and humility that I have been chosen.
I have finally started proof reading a bit... lot of revisions done.
We each have to find our own Path, but there are guide posts along the way. Sometimes these come in the guise of a book, a movie, or a total stranger, and often for me inspiration from Nature. All of my spiritual life there have been teachers jumping out at me wherever I go. They seek me out in the shelves of books, the words of an Elder, an innocent remark, the lyrics of songs, a line in a movie, touching a Tree or a Flower, a cloud in the sky or the wind in the trees. Inspiration for me is everywhere. Sometimes I have sought it out and other times it has sought me out. Regardless, I’m moving along enough to feel there might be something to share at this juncture.
12/30/10 later in the evening:
This is my Way of which I speak... my Spiritual Path. I don’t wish to sound sanctimonious; it is not my goal to talk down to anyone or to win converts to my belief system. We each have to find our own way. I can say until I am blue in the face, but if it does not speak to your heart; then it is not your Way. I believe there are many, many Paths to the Source. No one spiritual or religious group has all the answers including yours truly, perhaps even more so for yours truly for I am out here winging it alone. We must each find our own Way. And I sincerely believe that all Paths lead to the same place; and that is the Crown on the Pyramid, Great Mystery, Creator, God, All that Is... or whatever you feel comfortable calling the Creator.
Some of us may spiral around a bit more than others (I can only guess just how much spiraling I have been doing in my lifetime), but we will all get to the top of the mountain, or pyramid. And if I'm right, then we will not get there one at a time. No, we will make it with all the others of our Soul Gestalt, even if we have to drag some kicking and screaming along the way. In other words, some will only learn the hard way. And those I fear will hold us all back to our possible destruction. And we may have to begin again from the beginning, simple souls barely standing on our hind legs. Nonetheless, I believe we are all headed for that Pinnacle. And the best we can do is to keep blinders on and try to be the best Human Beings we can be.
12/30/10 In which I talk about Soul Gestalt theory, Christian insights, and relate my Native American spiritual beliefs to that of Ancient Egypt.. revised.
I think I might need to take the time to explain what I mean by a Soul Gestalt on this page. In my belief system there is no heaven or hell per se except for the one we make ourselves. God is in and through all things, not a figure in the guise of a man. And there is no need for a devil... we create our own evil. Others can visit theirs upon us, but there is not a hell fire as a polar opposite of heaven as most believe it to be. A gestalt is a collection of soul aspects that function in time... or the lack there of... as facets of an Over Soul. We are like a pyramid with the Over Soul at the crown on the top... the Eye at the top so to speak that watches over all the aspects of our Soul Gestalt. We are experiencing alternative realities with other souls with whom we are sharing a reality or period in time as we know it. How to make this clearer? I see us as cogs on a wheel ever turning and meshing with other Soul wheels so that we are experiencing different realities simultaneously. All time is now so that we are experiencing reality in a linear fashion on Earth School/this dimension only. That is the very bare basics. I have expounded on my belief system on the previous pages and again below as well.
It works for me. It is ever so much easier for me to digest than the Christian belief system or that of any other of the world religions. I used to say that I was a nontraditional Christian. I don’t even bother with that any more, because it is not true. I do not believe that Jesus is the son of God per se unless I think of it in the sense that we are all the sons and daughters of God since that Great Mystery, All that Is, is in and through all things. A spark of the Creator is within all of us. For me, Jesus is one of the Enlightened Ones sent to bring Enlightenment, as much as we could digest at the time. Jesus was a Prophet for me as was the Buddha and the others who came before and perhaps after.
And I believe Jesus was trying to say something much closer to my beliefs than that of the Christian belief system espoused by those who are preaching Christianity, but some how human kind got it screwed up. They just were not ready to truly conceive of his meaning… to hear him. When he said “all the things that I do, you can do and more” I believe that is what he meant. We are all the sons and daughters of God if we but open our eyes and minds to that possibility. We are all capable of being an Enlightened One. I don’t think that means that we can do it over night, but I do believe that if we trust that we can; we just may be able to do so right now with some concentrated focus… since all time is now. That takes a big leap in faith. I'm still working on that one myself.
I read the bible and I come away with completely different meanings than I hear espoused by religious leaders and followers. And I Believe I’m right at least for me from all my years of searching for spiritual meaning in my life. If one looks at the meanings of words from the time of Jesus, Hebrew and Aramaic words, their meanings are often very different from ours today.
In the time of Jesus, for example, a virgin was a married woman virgin of child, not man. She was a married woman who had not birthed a child. A cow is a heifer until she has birthed a calf, then and only then does she earn the right to be called a cow. A virgin did not have a child, but she was married. Once she birthed a child, she was a mother. That knowledge puts a whole new twist on conventional Christian wisdom.
Another example... in the time of Jesus when a man said “do it in my name,” he did not mean "invoke my name and it shall be done." No, he meant “do it as I do it, follow my road, walk this way.” I believe Jesus was saying that he was giving you the secret of how to live your lives in a spiritual way that is pleasing in the eyes of God. Recall, the Eye at the top of the Pyramid which symbolizes God. But now we know that there are myriad Eyes at the top of Pyramids or Soul Gestalts that eventually will lead to that One true Eye at the top of all our Pyramids that one that is in and through all things. That one who gave us free will to learn and grow into Enlightenment so that we may “dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” And I do believe that when we have honed our Souls to the Crystalline surface of a Diamond, then and only then are we ready to become one with the Creator. By the Winds, it is a heady concept. But I believe I’m right.
I have read and studied, I have been part of spiritual practices both Christian and American Indian, I have worked with regression hyponsis for over ten years; and I have found that for me all my beliefs are come to fruition in the Spirituality of my Indigenous Ancestors of this land we call the Americas. As well I relate my spirituality to the Druid and Egyptian beliefs. I am especially drawn to that Period in Egyptian history of Akhenaton/Ikhnaton, the Pharaoh who tried to introduce the belief that there is only one God. When I see or read anything about that period in ancient Egypt… well, Egypt in general, but his period in time particularly; I am drawn to it as a moth to flame. The many hands reaching out from the Sun as a symbol for the One God simply resonates in my heart. I know that I am a cog in the wheel of an Ancient Egyptian reality that is bleeding over into this life time, and that reality is during the reign of Ikhnaton.
Recently I saw a special on Egyptian mummies; I was struck by the spelling of their words. Tutankhamen for example, I have always read it as Tut-Ankh-Amen. But, what if it is read Tu-tankh-a-men? In the Lakota/Dakota Language TaTanka is a Buffalo Bull. Tatanka has spiritual meaning as well. Wakan Tatanka as in Great Spirit. I hope I have that right. I may have to look at some of my language references and be sure that I am correct. To me that is too coincidental. And I wonder why I did not see it before. Constantly I find confirmation of my belief system.
I’m getting tired. I feel like I am pulling all of this out of a deep well of my memory. That is strange, because my beliefs have not changed in a very long time. They have merely expanded. This is also tiring, I feel as though I am drained of energy. And, I know that is not the truth. Perhaps it is just that I am sharing something that is so personal
I will expound upon my reincarnational belief system and alternative realities at another time. :)) If you're interested.... come on back....
12/30/10 years end… some much needed revisions added.
Here we are at years end. Time seems to fly now. Saturday it will be 1/1/11, a new day and a new year to start again. Of course, we are starting again every single moment of our lives. It is never too late to redeem oneself and change the direction of a life. But to say that I can simply go on doing what I am doing, because my sins will be forgiven is foolhardy indeed, if I am asked. Of course, I am not, but I’m just saying…
I believe with each additional day or even minute a human being stays on a path of sin and evil, that sin and evil will be visited on all its alternative realities, in other words; every aspect of its soul. I feel that we are pulling our whole gestalt down and backwards when we continue on a path of sin. And since we are all aspects of the same Over Soul, in other words the true Us; then we are heaping pain on everyone. Not to mention what we are doing to the other Souls of which we are interacting directly in our journey. By the Winds, that is a hell of a lot of sin, and a hell of a lot of torture to endure through eternity. How does one face one’s self in the view of Soul growth? I’m at a loss. That picture is actually horrifying to me.
I have to say this is the reason that I try to be the best human being I can be. I don’t always succeed. But, I try. And I can only hope that the other aspects of my Soul are doing so as well, because we will not one make it to the next level as long as one aspect holds us back. This I firmly believe.
Okay, what of depression and mental illness, could this be directly related to what some one or ones of the aspects of our Soul group is doing with OUR Soul growth? I have a feeling that it just might. I also believe that one of the aspects of our alternative realities of which we are relating can as well be rippling their sins into ours and playing havoc with the Soul growth of all it comes in contact. And this, this is truly sin that must be dealt with. This is the sin that causes karma, not karma some other time; but karma right now and through eternity. If all time is now, then it is happening now… and now… and now. And the soul burden must be tremendous. And that would indeed be depressing even though we might not know its origin; we would no doubt feel the burden of its impack on our soul growth.
I have read in many spiritual forms of literature that we will not get there one at a time, but all of us at once, a sort of “sounding of the horns of Armageddon”… and who will be left hanging in the balance? Will it be one or some… or will it be all of us. I have a feeling it will be all of us, meaning all of a Soul Gestalt. Some may move on to Enlightenment, and some may have to start all over with all the soul sin heaped upon its back. And the Aspects of that Soul will ride the Wheel of Karma once again experiencing all the debts racked up by the Soul experience that failed.
It’s all process. The creator forgives… you get another chance. But, oh, how long and painful will that chance be… eternity? At least millennia that feels like eternity in this dimension. I am a firm believer that we make our own reality, individually and collectively. That is the free will of which the bible speaks. This is earth school. We have the, shall we say, luxury of making all kinds of mistakes along the way, but we will all pay dearly for those who must learn the hard way.
And now, back to the idea of Enlightenment. Through time it is my belief that the Word has been introduced to mankind repeatedly. “The Word” of what reality is; and how to be in the world in a right way. But, in each of these instances that Word has had to filter through the consciousness of the one or ones who have been given it. And that means that it comes through the mind or minds of fallible human kind. We with our limited vision of the world take what we can, and pass over what is beyond our comprehension. Then we have passed it down as gospel. And time after time fallible human beings have translated what they believe to be the Word in a more modern or clearer form. And again, these translations come through the belief structures of those individuals. And I believe that with each translation, something is lost... perhaps a lot more than some thing.
Some are absolutely sure that it is the Word of God as though it is handed to us on tablets that God burned the words into them… that’s a lot of tablets, folks. I find that hard to believe. I believe that there has been Enlightened Ones who have come to give us the Word. But that can only be understood from the ability of the individual to learn and reason what that means. I do believe that is what is meant by “casting pearls before swine.” If one is ignorant of learning holding false assumptions about life, then one cannot possibly understand completely the Word of God… or a Higher Power. The reason is that the Word will be filtered through the belief system of that individual.
If you believe the world is flat, someone can tell you otherwise; but until you are ready to accept that the world is round, you will not internalize that knowledge. And, internalize spirituality is what we must do to be a believer. As the Enlightened One, Jesus, spoke it; "you must go into your temple and pray." And, he was not referring to a building, but the temple of your soul. You must search deep within yourself for spiritual answers. Any number of people or religious sects can tell you this is the way, but until it feels like the Way in your heart; you will not believe it. And so it should be. When you hear the Truth and you are ready to hear; it will resonate in your heart. And you will have no doubt.
I don’t think that the Word is from God. It may be of God, but not from directly. God is all of us and everything. God is all loving and all forgiving. But God is not the one who judges or even tries to enlighten. That, my friends, I believe is the Over Souls… in other words, Us… All of Us, the Collective Us, the Gestalts of Us.
But, once you have heard the Word, and you understand it; then there is no forgiveness if you continue on a path of sin. That is one of the basic tenets of all religions I have studied. There are only wheels and wheels of karma going on through eternity starting over, pulling oneself up from the mire of ignorance, complete ignorance, once again on the long journey into the Light. That is if we all get it right, if not; we will do it over and over again and again until we do get it right.
Soul growth is process perhaps not success and failure due to the fact that all time is now. But if we don’t get it… then we will ride the Wheel of Karma until we do… and that could be a very long time… as in now… and now… and now… dragging ourselves out of the mire of ignorance into the Light… we are told that this Planet we live on has been for millennia. Human kind has been destroyed repeatedly, and begun the slow winding back to what we so fondly call civilization. Is that the Karma of which I speak… I’ve got a feeling it is so…
This is as I believe it…
Was that over kill? LOL Maybe, but it feels right to me to stress it as I do... I'm still figuring it out as I go along. In my heart, it feels right... there are a myriad different ways to look at it, and I do look in all those directions that I can. And all of those directions have only confirmed what I believe.
12/29/10 Letter to the Editor
Now, below is a letter to the editor that I wrote back in 1995 when I was part of the Senior Studio Paint Block at University. Not exactly theology, but pretty close… LOL I think of my talent as a way to praise the Creator.
Well, now there is no doubt in my mind that there is an energy that brought all of this into being. I believe that Energy is in and through all things. My feeling is that we are as cells in our body to the Creative Energy. I love my arm. I would hate like hell to lose it. But to say that I know each cell personally and I manage its life cycle would truly be a phenomenal stretch of the imagination. I’m grateful for the hairs on my head, but I’m not personally aware of each one. Now that is my feeling on the Creative Energy we call God.
That Deity, Creative Principle, for lack of a better word is beyond our comprehension, at least mine, just as the real purpose of our lives is beyond comprehension. We are foolish to my mind to try to create an image of God that fits the confines of our human existence. In other words, I find it impossible to believe that God is a grey haired old man sitting somewhere up in a Heaven running the whole show to minute detail on His own. I’m sorry, I can’t buy that.
On page II I was speaking of Alternative Realities, and the possibility of Over Souls guiding our lives. And that eventually….. a very long eventually… actually infinity… those souls rise up to the eye on the pyramid that is the Creator. And that is about the best I can do to reason our existence and its relationship to a Supreme Being. I don’t think we are meant to know beyond that point. Perhaps if we reach the level of a Christ or Buddha Consciousness with complete Enlightenment, we will be ready for more, and "dwell in the house of the Lord forever." I mean that figuratively, of course.
Now when I speak of a Christ or Buddha Consciousness, I am speaking of perfection… Soul Perfection. I do not need to believe that God came down and allowed his only begotten son to die on a cross to redeem us for our sins. In fact, I think that is the coward’s way out. If God is always ready to forgive your sins, then you can be on your death bed and ask forgiveness and it will be given. Sorry, I don’t see it that way. Sometimes there is true repentance.
I definitely believe that God forgives all sins. And that, because ‘All that Is’ is just that… All that Is. Creator provides the whole universe in which we experience our reality… in which we grow and perfect our souls. We, through experiencing soul alternative realities in this dimension, do the growing and perfecting. To me there has to be someone supervising the whole shebang. That would be Us. Us in the guise of an Over Soul that projects aspects of itself to experience reality and bring back the knowledge garnered from that experience to perfect the Soul. And I do believe that there are many of these Over Souls carrying each of our names. Like cogs on a wheel we interrelate and hone our Souls to perfection. And that unknown number of Over Soul gestalt pyramids may be part of the reason why the Ancients referred to Gods... not God. One needs to read my Letter to the Editor below to understand why I refer to this belief system the way I do.
So there, that is my take on spirituality thus far. There are still a million different things that connect to this that I have reasoned out… LOL you may not want to read all of them…. But then again, you might. And you are welcome.
Whether or not you choose to, I will continue to expound on my belief system as long as inspiration draws me to do so. So... feel not bad either way. The choice is yours alone. And I hold no malice toward any who do not agree with me.
Walk in Beauty and go in a good way...
Oct. 22, 1995
To the Editor: Ms. ____ wrote a letter to the editor
Ms. ___ in her Oct. 20th article, “Just like the pledge says: one nation,” seeks to heal race prejudice while espousing her own personal prejudice - religion! We cannot hope for unity in this country until all prejudice is eradicated! TOLERANCE is the key word here. I assume Ms. ____ is a Christian, though Christians do not have a monopoly on intolerance by any means. As some Christians seem to do, Ms. ____ witnesses her faith while forgetting one of the Christ’s most important lessons: “Judge not lest ye be judged!”
No one truly knows what the God Consciousness is. We seek in our hearts for what has been revealed to us as the Christ, among others, advocated. Can’t we begin to acknowledge that no matter what we call Him/Her/It, there is, hopefully, a Creator, a Higher Power. He/She/It has revealed Itself to many people in many forms, perhaps because the God Principle is so far beyond human comprehension that He/She/It is “understood” differently by different people at different levels of comprehension and at different times.
We have to learn to respect one another as individuals rather than groups, be they ethnic or religious! This country was built on the corner stone of religious freedom. Respecting another’s religious belief does not betray your own. We need to begin to respect the religious beliefs of others first and foremost! We will never really see any healing on this planet until we do. Great Spirit, Lord, God, Goddess, Yahweh, Atman, Buddha, Christ Consciousness, All That Is, give us strength! If I left yours out, please forgive me. We are all struggling to do the best we can with what we have to work with at any given time. Whatever you call the Universal Principle you worship, there is only the Higher Power we all struggle to understand and worship in our own way. Can’t we stop looking at our differences and try to find our similarities for a change? In poor Rodney King’s words, “Can’t we just all try to get along!”
*And this letter was what got me an invitation to think about doing my masters work in Philosophy. I opted for Art Education, but you know, there are times when I wonder what I would be doing today had I taken that other road.