Hello and good day to you. How are you ? I’m doing ok. The sun is out this morning and I took a walk. It felt good. It’s a new day!
“11 For he will command his angels(A)concerning you to guard you in all your ways;(B) psalm 91:11
I have always believed I have guardian angels. So when I saw this video on the YouTube channel Slapped Ham I had to share: https://youtu.be/C3jOrmZ-zqQ
What do you think? Has our technology evolved to a point we can finally start capturing the image of these celestial beings? It would be interesting to see more of these types of videos and have them analyzed.
I have never seen my angels but know they are there. Like when I had my car accident last Christmas. The crash seemed to be slowed down like something kept me from getting hurt. Neither one of us had any injuries. I can remember another time something like that happened . I was riding my bike to school and hit the back end of a car. I flipped completely over! I came away from that with a couple scratches but nothing else!
I think guardian angels are like time travelers. From my experience with my angel named Deegan, there are limits to what they can do and how they can interact with us. I begged to see Deegan but instead of seeing him I ended up with full life reviews I’ve described. My consciousness was able to see the in between. I will tell you it was too much for anyone to experience and be able to get back to reality. Be careful when making requests of your angels!
Do you believe in angels? Belief is power. When we believe in something as a collective we give power to whatever or whomever it is. Angels have been here for as long as our concept of God. That’s a lot of power. If we believe God exists why not angels? As technology becomes more advanced I think we will have more evidence surface to validate our beliefs.
Hi. It’s 6:42 pm in my world and it’s already dark ! I wasn’t going to write to you again today but here I am. Thank you for being some company for me! I don’t know if it’s like this for you, but when I write it’s like visiting with a friend. It helps me feel less lonely.
“My only friend what have I left undone? What path have I left untread under a fading sun. Who have I wronged and left outcast..this life or those of my past. Oh Lord why do I feel incomplete? My head heart and hands disconnected from my feet. I pray you will leave me bread crumbs made of stars….lead me, guide me, make me whole again even with all these scars. Let your light shine in my darkness….my alone. Return my innermost to what I have known. Complete your work in me no stone left unturned. Let me be a beacon of all that you have learned. No more days of feeling abandoned and cast out. Show me Lord what this has all been about.”
Do you ever feel that feeling? What is this all for? Everything you have been through was it random or some elaborate strategy game for God(s) to play? Are we just playthings of chance? I want to believe there is a grand design to all of this. I don’t want to believe it’s just some abandoned divine chemistry experiment.
Hopefully something here resonates. I think all of us travelers get weary sometimes. Some days make perfect nonsense….WHY?!!!! There usually will be an answer but it seems like sometimes we are never going to truly know. May be it’s just too much more than we can handle. Like the Jack Nicholson quote from the movie A Few Good Men “You can’t handle the truth!!!! “
I will close for now. Thank you for your company ! I’d love to hear from you on what I’ve discussed here if you have the time .
Good morning to you. It’s morning yet in my here and now. Hope this finds you doing well. I have my probably too sweet cup of coffee and my writing buddy Link. I’ve been thinking about something the past couple of days. It has to do with energy.
So you are sitting in a theater watching a movie with a bunch of of other people. The movie has really strong characters. You feel intently about these characters. You cry, you laugh, you get angry and may be even find yourself imagining being in the circumstances of the characters. Then it’s over. Roll credits. After the movie you talk about it. You might read about it in a magazine or on a news feed on your phone. Later comes the award shows and red carpet premiers of the people in the movie. The movie is released to the public and you buy a copy of the film. You watch it again at home . Sometimes you will think of specific lines from the movie and use them in your own life. Eventually comes the day the movie goes on a shelf and it’s not forgotten but superseded by another film. This process I’m talking about applies to television shows too.
What I’ve just described is a life.
There is a tremendous amount of energy focused on these characters born out of imagination. Where does all that energy go when we are done with it? Many of these characters become part of an actor or actress’s identity. They become known for the characters they play and some of those characters are so dark in their nature. I’m thinking of Heath Ledgers Joker and Aaliyahs Akashi. The darkness they bring is often lauded and emulated. It’s not contained on the screen. There is a sort of life lived through our living eyes… our bodies. Whether the character is good or bad they have achieved immortality. There is proof they existed.
It’s not just fictional characters that attain immortality. As I sit here I think of the trillions of “avatars” God has used through time. Some flashing for a mere second and others hours. Think about all the social media posts and YouTube. All those people and these days animals all immortalized. How about books ? Magazines, newspapers and photographs ?
All of us saying in numerous ways “Remember me!” “ I existed!” It kind of makes me ache inside. So much of what we are now is electronic. I have a hard drive full of important stuff and all it took was a couple drops on the tile and I can’t access that stuff anymore! All it takes is a cell phone to stop working and thousands of pictures are lost. The movie, television and book industry is a little more secure by making and selling millions of copies of their merchandise but even that is fading to live stream and online streaming . Existence is fragile in the electronic world. All it takes now is a power outage and tangible immortality is gone.
Where are we headed with all that we have created? I know it’s meant to be entertainment but sometimes it feels like I’m living in a world filled with golden calves. So much energy…so much adoration lavished on these imagined people and worlds. Giants on the big screen so we won’t be bored on our long journey to other worlds together.
To be “saved” usually means to accept Jesus Christ as your savior but what I see in our world is your image being saved on some device. If we didn’t have written copies of the Bible even Jesus would be lost in time. He said he would come back but didn’t say how. How many versions of his life have been made in television and movies?
A lot to think about here. Time keeps marching on. Technology keeps evolving. Where are we headed in out quest to survive? To not be lost in time? To not be bored?
Hello to you. How is your day going? I got out and did a lap around the neighborhood. I’ll probably need to go a little later to get a mile in. It’s so pretty out!
The past couple of days I’ve been watching AI interpretations of what people from old times would look like today. The reference material used is photographs, paintings, statues and even mummies. Yesterday as I watched a female mummy resurrected for a moment, I found myself asking was this what she had in mind being mummified? Did she and the people of her time know they would become immortals?
In our modern world there are so many ways for even the most poor to become immortal. In addition to all the traditional ways there are so many more now that we have AI. The problem that I see however is a lot of the new ways rely on systems that can fail. What if YouTube or Facebooks servers went down and data couldn’t be retrieved? I had an external hard drive that hit the tile one too many times. I can’t get the pictures, videos and documents unless I pay someone! What happens when you drop your cell phone and all your pictures were on it? Immortality of this age is so fragile!
As a child I wanted to be immortal. I wanted to be a famous singer, writer, dancer and artist. My stepmom said something profound about that though, she said “ Jackie you don’t have to be famous to be somebody.” Back then I was going to Catholic Church. There is a part of me that still longs for the immortality I wanted as a child. My grown up self knows those ships have sailed. The modern world of immortals is for the young even though those who are older have most of the money !
Something interesting in the world of AI and spirituality is the word SAVED. This word and concept is equally important in both worlds. It means immortality. For example there is an 8mm film I have of my family, all of them except my dad are deceased. When I watch it they live again. Through my living eyes they have life. They all believed in Jesus Christ. Without that video and other pictures of them that have been “saved” they would just be names on tombstones…..names written in bibles.
I’m at the time in my life when one starts to think of things like this. I have a trunk full of journals and drawings will they stand the test of time? Have I secured my immortality? Much of my hand written stuff is in cursive writing. In many schools they have stopped teaching cursive writing! I have no children to pass “myself” on to. Will my life just end up being a time capsule in a landfill?
What does immortality mean to you? Why do you do what you do in this life? Lately I have been questioning that a lot. It seems like our world is going through an identity crisis. Are we doing things that have meaning or just to survive? If we were able to do what we truly enjoy doing would we have so much consumerism? For some their immortality is in how many possessions they have.
Hello and good day to you! How are you? It’s already Sunday as I write you. Hard to believe the weeks go by so fast . I feel like when Halloween gets here a mystical fast forward button gets pushed on the rest of the year!
The pictures loaded for me this morning that my friend took at the Lowe Family Farmstead:
Pumpkin dude Rusty the dragonTheir pumpkin patch where you could go pick a pumpkinPumpkin bug
The sun chases away the night, shimmering through brilliant shades of fall crisp and bright. A new day has begun, for all Gods creatures each and every one.
Hello to you! How are you ? I hope you are doing well. I am doing well this morning. Yesterday was really nice we went to the botanical gardens in Boise. My favorite highlights were the rose garden and the giant koi pond. It was so nice to smell real roses ! We only took a couple pictures. It was nice to be in the moment. As we walked through the various gardens it felt like walking on a hike in Colorado.
Hello to you out there as you visit me here. How are you? I am trying to recover from what life has been throwing at me. I still haven’t heard from my insurance company as to whether or not they plan to total my car or repair it.
Today I had a telephone appointment with my therapist and she has given me a grand assignment. The assignment is to find my life’s purpose and I have no clue how to persue that! It feels like each time I have felt like I have found my life’s purpose, something has happened and or not happened and I am left searching again. I mean I’ve done drawing, writing, painting , photography, experiments, volunteer work . I have really tried a bunch of stuff. I feel like a blank slate now and totally clueless as to what I should be doing now. So to get such an assignment, I feel overwhelmed. Something from my past I have considered going back to is painting. How that worked best was an almost commission type arrangement. Someone would approach me to paint and the money paid would go towards supplies to make the painting.
I wonder what the numbers say about some of this:
“finding a life purpose ” in the English Ordinal system equals 206 (ironically 26 is God, game, lie in the numbers. Also process of light and shadow self with unknown all vices in check but one)
“painting ” in the English Ordinal system equals 90 (ironically spirit is also 90)
“blank slate” in the English Ordinal system equals 97 (weakness is also 97)
“reclaiming your life” in the English Ordinal system equals 202
I’m sure God has some kind of purpose for me I just don’t know what it is right now. I am hoping more human companionship will be part of it. I have found myself chronically lonely!
Hello to you. How are you today? This morning I am still processing what happened yesterday. I went out and spent a few hours with husband and his family for Memorial Day. Kyle and I had the talk I been dreading for us to have but it was necessary. Spot sat between us. The past four years have just proven to be more than Kyle can take. He is also trying to progress in a career where he is going to be gone a lot. I may not be financially high maintenance but emotionally I can be. I’m kind of like a dog with separation anxiety to be honest. I don’t do well being by myself too long. So he’s doing what is best for himself and ultimately I think this will be good for me too I just can’t see it yet. I think things are going to be alright. With everything that has happened between us the past few years, our friendship remains intact and that means the world to me! I got to spend time with Spot too and she seemed much more relaxed than I’ve seen her in a long time which is a good thing.
25 May 2020 – beautiful Spotty in her first bed
At about 3 pm Tim played TAPS. It reminded me of when we had all gone to Arlington National Cemetery and he and his family played.
25 May 2020 Tim Played TAPS in honor of Memorial Day
25 May 2020 Beth Tim Kyle and Cole
We played a few rounds of Yahtzee and of course I didn’t win! It was fun to spend some time together like that. I am blessed to have such understanding people as family.
25 May 2020 – Yahtzee!
25 May 2020 – handsome Henry. He and Link are always fighting over Kyle’s Mom Beth!
Hello again. It’s a gray and windy afternoon and I’m lonesome. To help fill the void what seems to be working for me right now is walking and writing. I’ve taken a couple of long walks already today so I figured I’d spend some more time writing. I’ve been seeing a lot of other folks in our neighborhoods out walking too so I don’t think I’m alone with what I’m going through.
I decided to try my hand at a short story with a tree theme in honor or my husband and my wedding anniversary today:
A long time ago there was a little seed that was born on the branch of a great oak tree. When that seed was first formed it didn’t know how long it would be part of the oak tree that formed it. The seed didn’t know where it would go should it have to leave the oak tree. The rains came. The sun shown. The breath of morning, noon and night came and went. The moon glowed and the stars shown. The seed got bigger and bigger until one day the winds blew just right and the seed was forced from it’s branch on the parent oak. The seed was large and plummeted noisely to the ground. Once making purchase with the grass, it rattled a little bit inside it’s shell then lay still. Now came the waiting time. Waiting to be chosen.
8 May 2020 an oak seed
The seed lay still on the spot to which it’s parent had dropped it for many days. The rains came. The sun shown, The breath of morning, noon and night came and went. The moon glowed and the stars shown. The seed lay very still and waited to be chosen by one of the great Arborists also known as squirrel. It was the dream all oak seeds to be chosen for planting so they could create brand new great oak of their own!
Many other seeds lay on the ground all around this one seed. Then the day came when the great Arborist started to examine the seeds to see which ones would be worthy for planting. It was getting to be fall and the Arborist was planning ahead to colder times. The Arborist picked up each seed and examined them very closely. Occasionally they would shake a seed and listen carefully for just the right sound. One by one, each seed was carefully examined until finally the great Arborist came to that one lone seed that had fallen seemingly so long ago.
At first it looked like the Arborist was going to reject the lonely seed. They picked up and dropped the seed more than once. They shook the seed and examined it in great detail before taking it into it’s mouth to nice patch of dirt and burying it. Now the sleep slumbered. The rains came. The sun shown. The breath of morning, noon and night came and went. The moon glowed and the stars shown. Then something magical happened, a sprout shot through the hard seed shell and dark soil. The sprout reached up to the sky and thus was the beginning of a new oak tree.
8 May 2020 a baby oak sapling.
Sometimes I feel a bit like the seed in this little story. I have tried to bloom where I’ve been planted here in Alvarado, but I am feeling the winds blow in a new direction. I am feeling a tug at my soul but I’m not exactly sure which direction. What is the plan for me? How can I be useful to my little family? How can I best serve this world I love without being a burden to it? I will try my best to remain vigilant and open minded. God always has a plan.
“seed” in the English Ordinal system equals 33
“oak tree” in the English Ordinal system equals 75
Arborist” in the English Ordinal system equals 102
squirrel” in the English Ordinal system equals 119
to bloom where you are planted” in the English Ordinal system equals 308
I came across this today and thought it was really sweet:
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