13 Dec 2017 Random Sharpies and Women with wings (dream)

Hello to you.  It’s Wednesday.  There is the sound of rapid gun-fire somewhere in town just now – sounds like it’s just down the street by the man-made pond where they just built a bunch of new houses.  Living where I do that isn’t  uncommon to hear people target practicing or hunting but not at 6:55 am on a school day!  Kind of weird.   With all the mass shootings in this country now it’s unsettling to hear gun fire like that because it’s hard to know if people are hunting animals or other people!   We live right near an Jr. High School and an Elementary school.

23 July 2016 the process today — getting fancy!

Yesterday afternoon I decided to revisit making music with my lap harp (https://saymber.com/2016/07/23/22-july-2016-my-first-light-song-using-my-music-maker-lap-harp-to-help-me-a-possible-new-way-to-make-music-practicing-the-exercise-of-following-through-for-people-with-adhd-aka-monkey-mind/).  The pendant I was using before lost all the color coating on it so I can’t really use it and it’s difficult to use.  So I came up with an idea to toss my collection of colored Sharpie markers and that actually worked lol!  I definitely need to refine this idea.  It’s fun to be creative and explore new ways of making music.

It all started with this pendant I got for like a $1 at a neighbors garage sale last year

This is the combination that came up.  I had to laugh when I actually played it on my harp because it sounded horrible, dissonant just like this world looks and sounds to me right now:

So – Blue, Do – Pink, La – Indigo, G – Teal, Fa – Green, Ti, Violet, Do – Red, Re – Orange, Fa – Lime Green, B – Pink, Fa – Green, Mi – Yellow, D – Brown, Do- Red, Ti –  Violet, B – Pink, Ti – Violet, C# – orange, La – Indigo, Fa – Green, Re- Orange, B- Fuchsia, Ti – Violet, Re – Orange

When I had the markers laid out, a large fly landed specifically on an orange marker and flew away.  Colors can “mean” many things.  Lately orange for me has been about our President.  This time the colors orange, green, black and brown brought to mind the Irish slave trade: https://saymber.com/2016/09/24/24-sept-2016-london-town-2016-film-starring-jonathan-rhys-meyers-and-inconvenient-truths-of-our-past-the-irish-slave-trade/.

This phrase, “Slavery is not a color problem it is a human problem” came to mind looking at these colors put together.  In this very day and age we have human beings being trafficked, bought and sold into slavery  (Lybia:  http://www.ibtimes.co.uk/horrified-by-libya-slave-trade-rwanda-offers-refuge-african-migrants-wishing-leave-country-1648518).  Sometimes the slavery is consensual but it is slavery nonetheless.

The dream I had last night/this morning (time doesn’t exist in the dream world of course) was about being in a place where women had wings.  I had wings too but we didn’t use them, we hid them until one day when “Grandma” was gone.  I can remember flying over water were other women with wings were.  Then she was coming back unannounced and we had to hurry and clean up before we got caught using our wings.

This dream is resonant to what I am seeing in the headlines ever day about sexual misconduct.  Women want to soar next to the men and make this world a better place without shame for being who they are…without the four letter word FEAR clipping their wings.  People just want to be who they have been put on this earth to be.  They just keep getting obstructed!  If you notice, babies are talking and becoming aware faster and faster than I’ve ever seen before.  I wonder if this is an indication of the state of emergency we are in?

12 Dec 2017 – I was thinking the spiral on the tips of our fingers is a reminder of our connection to God and the Universe.

The way I’ve been feeling lately – on a bridge walking to the unknown.

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6 Dec 2017 Link, Map like a blanket (dream) and I-7 (Genesis)

Hello to you in your here and now.  It’s 3:36 am on this cold Wednesday morning here as I start to write to you.  How are you?  Kyle and I are all off schedule lately.  We’ve been going to bed at like 7 and getting up at 1 or 2 in the morning.  I know some of it has to do with May’s passing and our processing grief over that but also it’s probably the season’s change in lightness and darkness, the weather and things like that.  We have learned to just go with it and get rest when we can!  Since a  young age I’ve been a person who takes naps.  When I was younger,  it was usually after I ate and the carb crash thing but now it’s that, side effects to my medication and just getting older.  My battery needs more frequent recharges lol.

I am blessed to have a Link who is always up for a nap!

6 Dec 2017 – Link this morning snuggling in a small version of one of my fleece blankets. I like making blankets for our “kids” – they just love them as much as people do.

In a couple of days he is going to be 3 years old!  I will never forget the joy Kyle and I shared meeting him and his brothers Dutch and TJ the first time.  He was so tiny he fit into the palms of our hands.  Holding him them,  I would have never guessed he would grow to be as big as Spot is!

23 Dec 2014 Jackie Spot and Baby Link for his first Christmas Alvarado TX

He was both a Christmas AND Birthday present to me.  We went to Norman Oklahoma for my 47th birthday in 2015 to bring him home.

13 Feb 2015 Kyle and Link after we arrived Tippie in back and his first toy blue monkey in his pocket Norman OK

The past few days I’ve been dreaming a lot but I have been lax about writing them down or trying to remember all of them.  The dream I had last night is just fragments but poignant ones.  There was something about a map being like a blanket and two women, one being me, crying and being/feeling very small like children.  I remember a man thanking me for something.  He was looking at me like a parent looks at their child when they are hurting.  It was very comforting.

In their way, May, Amber, Sam and Blondie have been some of the finest teachers I could ever hope for in this Earth School.

Imagining May enjoying sunshine wherever she is now. 12 Feb 2015 May in the sunshine Alvarado TX 1

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22 July 2010 our Sammy smiling.

25 Nov 2010 Blondie and Sam at the kiddie table. Blondie was only with us about a year.

Now Spot and Link continue on with the teachings Kyle and I must learn.  Lessons that only can be learned from beings so close to the source of all things….God.

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5 Dec 2017 – I did this drawing yesterday. What came to me was I-7 at first then the number 5982 which I broke down to 3. I was curious to see if there was any correlation to the Bible and I was lead to Genesis. When I look at this I think of a director, a captain of a ship or an engineer. I think of the life force inside of the earth and all it’s manifestations on this earth.

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+1+&version=NIV

Genesis 1New International Version (NIV)

The Beginning

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.

And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day.

And God said, “Let there be a vault between the waters to separate water from water.” So God made the vault and separated the water under the vault from the water above it. And it was so. God called the vault “sky.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the second day.

And God said, “Let the water under the sky be gathered to one place, and let dry ground appear.” And it was so. 10 God called the dry ground “land,” and the gathered waters he called “seas.” And God saw that it was good.

11 Then God said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds.” And it was so. 12 The land produced vegetation: plants bearing seed according to their kinds and trees bearing fruit with seed in it according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good. 13 And there was evening, and there was morning—the third day.

14 And God said, “Let there be lights in the vault of the sky to separate the day from the night, and let them serve as signs to mark sacred times, and days and years, 15 and let them be lights in the vault of the sky to give light on the earth.” And it was so. 16 God made two great lights—the greater light to govern the day and the lesser light to govern the night. He also made the stars. 17 God set them in the vault of the sky to give light on the earth, 18 to govern the day and the night, and to separate light from darkness. And God saw that it was good. 19 And there was evening, and there was morning—the fourth day.

20 And God said, “Let the water teem with living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the vault of the sky.” 21 So God created the great creatures of the sea and every living thing with which the water teems and that moves about in it, according to their kinds, and every winged bird according to its kind. And God saw that it was good. 22 God blessed them and said, “Be fruitful and increase in number and fill the water in the seas, and let the birds increase on the earth.” 23 And there was evening, and there was morning—the fifth day.

24 And God said, “Let the land produce living creatures according to their kinds: the livestock, the creatures that move along the ground, and the wild animals, each according to its kind.” And it was so. 25 God made the wild animals according to their kinds, the livestock according to their kinds, and all the creatures that move along the ground according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good.

26 Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals,[a] and over all the creatures that move along the ground.”

27 So God created mankind in his own image,
    in the image of God he created them;
    male and female he created them.

28 God blessed them and said to them, “Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky and over every living creature that moves on the ground.”

29 Then God said, “I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food. 30 And to all the beasts of the earth and all the birds in the sky and all the creatures that move along the ground—everything that has the breath of life in it—I give every green plant for food.” And it was so.

31 God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the sixth day.

Footnotes:

  1. Genesis 1:26 Probable reading of the original Hebrew text (see Syriac); Masoretic Text the earth

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4 Dec 2017 – May’s 2nd birthday was today

Rainbow Bridge Michael Bittick Deviantart.com When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.

Sigh….heavy hearts in our time and space as I write to you.  This morning at about 9:30 am  May had her second birthday and has returned to the God of my understanding.  Where once there was a little skinny gray cat there is now only memories and ether…..our love and gratitude is with her essence.

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Last night I noticed she had blood on her left ear, had been unusually quiet all day and hadn’t eaten anything all day either.  Very concerning.  We decided that we would take her to the Alvarado Veterinary Hospital in the morning and ask for an honest assessment of her condition.  It was a very difficult night for me.  I had a nightmare like I haven’t had in a long time.  I remember my friend Rhonda was in it and something about being dragged away in the dark.  I started screaming in my dream for help which then made it to the real world and woke up Kyle.  I realize it may have been about Amber.  She lost all movement just before she died and I had to carry her to bed in the dark that night.  All she could do was purr.  It was a scary dream.

Morning came early.  I spent some quality time with May.  I talked and sang to her and brushed her very dry, matted hair.  She just loved on me like she always did and purred with gratitude.

The clinic opened around 8:00 am and was hopping when we got there.  The Vet who examined May was Dr. Jeremy R. Mitchell.  Kyle and I really appreciated his being straight-forward and honest about May’s condition…..it was time.  He could tell from his examination that she was suffering renal/kidney failure and was severely dehydrated.  He said he could run some blood tests for her but it wouldn’t really change the outcome.  I had to shake his hand because we both appreciated, more than words can express, his honesty and strength in helping us with this most difficult of all decisions a pet owner has to make.   We are grateful to the entire staff at Alvarado Veterinary that helped us today!  We were so impressed today, we may consider  returning to them once the health plans for Banfield expire.

22 Oct 2016 Our May kitty ruling the cat room now since Amber isn’t there

I won’t go into much else right now…still processing and I need to stay focused on the good of all this….the good that was our May.  I will write more as it comes.

Sweet May….who could purr her way out of just about anything.  The cat who loved to play ball….I would day “ready?” and toss a little ball at her and she’d swat it like a champ.  She was always a very heavy cat until this past year…from nearly 20 lbs to just 7.  We have a funny memory of Kyle trying to get her to lose weight in Delaware by chasing her around the apartment.  Oh she hated that!  She even stopped and hissed at him for that lol!  So many memories stretching all the way back to 1999!  We were together all that time and went through so much!

Even with how poorly she was feeling in that office, she loved on both Kyle and I before it was time to go.  She, like every animal I have had the honor to share a life with, teaching me…modeling for me….grace all the way to the end of her story.

I feel like the days leading up to this were God’s way of preparing me….May’s favorite color was Blue.   “Mr. Blue” aka God was very much in my recent drawings and thoughts.

May in 2007 when we lived in Newark DE.

3 Dec 2017 – this picture holds even more meaning for me. We had to make a very difficult choice today.

https://pets.webmd.com/cats/kidney-failure-uremia-symptoms-cats#1 – 

Kidney Failure in Cats – some information about what May was experiencing.  Every cat I’ve had has gone through problems with their kidneys.  My first cat, Kiki, actually died from kidney failure.

This is the song I sang to May as she transitioned on.  I think of it as her , Amber, Blondie and Sam’s message of comfort to Kyle and I about the most difficult part of our shared journey here on earth….being tangibly parted by death.  It’s comforting to think that it’s only temporary….”til we see each other again.  A little different but much the same.”

Marilla Ness – Be not afraid.

A song my friend Cindy shared with me after we lost Amber last year.

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Old Black Cat – Ian Anderson

27 Nov 2017 “Come and See Me” (dreams)

Hello to you.  How are you doing in your present?  It’s 7:52 am on this Monday morning as I begin to write to you.  Can’t spend too much time here as we have chores today….tree trimming…yeah….can you hear my enthusiasm lol?

So lots of dreams this morning, starting about 1:42 am on.  I can tell that I recently spent time with children and yesterday during my adventures in FFXIV my character Aurora flew with a lost character Minfilia (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Minfilia_Warde):

17 Nov 2017 – my FFXIV avatar Aurora in new duds!

Final Fantasy XIV: HeavenswardEdit

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Minfilia’s body being used by Hydaelyn.

We speak now with one Voice. One Will. One Word. Unto thee we bequeath the most precious of gifts: the truth which lieth at the heart of this world.

—The Word of the Mother to the adventurer

After the adventurer defeats Archbishop Thordan VII and reunites with Y’shtola and Thancred, the Scions are joined by Minfilia’s close friend, Krile. With her help, the Scions discover the truth of Minfilia’s fate in Ul’dah, and attempt to find her with whatever knowledge of the Aetherial Sea they can obtain from the Antitower.

The adventurer is transported to the Mother Crystal’s realm and learns of Minfilia’s new existence as “The Word of the Mother.” She reveals the existence of Zodiark and urges the adventurer to stop the Ascians. Seemingly using the remainder of her strength in the encounter, Minfilia dissipates before returning the adventurer to Eorzea.

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Minfilia, moments before dissipating into the aether.

Though disheartened to learn of Minfilia’s apparent demise, the Scions promise to fulfill her wishes and defeat the Ascians once and for all. They choose to keep the truth of Minfilia’s fate a secret known to only the leadership of the Scions, telling the remainder of their allies, including F’lhaminn, merely that their efforts to locate her have reached a dead end.

Some time later, Urianger manipulates both the Warriors of Darkness and the Scions into a confrontation. During the conflict, the power of the crystals held by the Warriors of Darkness combines with that of the Adventurer, transporting everyone present into the Mother Crystal’s realm, and reconstituting Minfilia. Urianger reveals that this was his goal, and apologizes for his apparent betrayal. Minfilia agrees to travel to the Warriors of Darkness’ world as Hydaelyn’s avatar in order to save it from the flood of light that threatens to destroy it, despite knowing that she will likely never be able to return to Eorzea. She bids farewell to her friends, and thanks F’lhaminn for everything she did for her, before leaving with the Warriors of Darkness.

The dreams:

1:42 am

Very clear message in dream — blue background with white letters that said, “Come and see me”  But who would I be going to see?!  Very unclear that part!

3:30 am

Children trapped in the stairwell of a school.  I can remember the railing was like a lime green color.  I helped them find a way out but going the opposite direction from where they were standing with a man who seemed to be trying to figure out how to help.  One child was “featured” in this dream kind of like one might be in a newspaper.  He had short blonde hair and blue eyes and was expressing gratitude about life.

4:59 am

This dream was about being able to fly, it was a snowy place.  I met family there who could too but then I was in a place, like a nursing home or children’s home or something – a place for sick people.  I remember trying to write down last wishes but then it was “time to go” and I left without saying good-bye.  I remember sneaking out of this place and turning a white painted door knob.  The world was green and alive and I was flying again.  I got to a clearing in a grassy field with tall grass and then I woke up.

6:32 am

In this last dream there was a little boy showing me a bookshelf and a chair that could be moved to make a place to read.  There were blankets stacked on a small couch and before I woke up from this dream, he was on the floor hugging a small purple teddy bear that seemed familiar.  I remember saying something about sneaking it back home, like I had donated it to where the boy was.

Drawings from yesterday:

25 Nov 2017 Reincarnation (dream), Mosque attack, Mysterious Booms and TransCanada major oil spill in Amherst South Dakota

Hello to you. It’s 6:50 am on this Saturday morning as I begin to write to you. I did a scan of the headlines and regretted it. My prayers go out to those affected by the attack on a Mosque in Egypt….death toll of like 300 plus right now. So sad! Another example, like the Sutherland TX shooting, even houses of worship aren’t off-limits to murderous intentions, revenge and hate. So tired of this crap!

http://time.com/5036386/egypt-mosque-attack/305 Killed in Egypt Mosque Attack State, Media Says – “(ISMAILIA, Egypt) — Egypt on Saturday said an attack on a mosque by militants in the country’s troubled region of northern Sinai has killed 305 worshippers, including 27 children, a dramatic increase in the death toll previously announced, which was 235.”

So I had a really strange dream. It was about a meeting. I was meeting someone but they weren’t fully ready yet….something about reincarnation. I remember telling someone this was my 3rd incarnation, may be my fourth. There was something about figures being stored in a box much like action figures would be. Ashes associated with these figures were stored in a separate, sometimes hidden place. I remember seeing small wooden boxes and a sliding wooden floor. There was a meeting but the man I ended up meeting wasn’t the one I was waiting for. He’s the one who told me the one I was waiting for wasn’t ready. There was a small blonde man with a pair of sewing scissors who threatened to gut me like a fish using the scissors. He was holding them near my nose and was going to cut but someone stopped him and then I woke up.

I can’t even begin to put together all the keys that unlocked this one – my dream factory just putting thoughts I’ve had and media I’ve either read or watched to a script!

In my look at the headlines I saw this about Mysterious Booms :

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/mysterious-booms-are-being-recorded-across-the-country/ar-BBFAVkL?OCID=ansmsnnews11

Mysterious Booms Are Being Recorded Across the Country

Video by CBS News

Loud booming noises have startled people across the United States, but it’s not clear what actually is happening or if the separate events are even related.

Residents in a number of states—Alabama, California, Idaho, Michigan and New Jersey—have reported hearing similar, mysterious sounds. Most recently, the noises also were heard in Colorado, CBS Denver reports.

The Monday sounds left CBS Denver’s meteorologist Chris Spears baffled. The only possible explanation Spears could conclude was that meteors from the Leonid meteor shower were bursting in the sky, creating the loud noises. However, Ron Hranac, an astronomy expert, struck down his theory saying that the meteors produced by the Leonids are way too small for this to happen, according to CBS Denver.

A day after the explosion-like noises, officials believed they had a better answer of what happened on Monday night, but they still aren’t certain.

An empty oil storage tank over-pressurized near the region where residents were calling in about the boom, Colorado Oil and Gas Conservation Commission (COGCC) officials told The Denver Channel. Due to the pressure, the lid was blown from the tank, “potentially resulting in a loud noise,” officials explained.

Following the incident, the oil and gas production company went on to file an accident report, which stated “that a malfunction of a production vessel led to an over-pressurization of a new and empty … storage tank, which resulted in the lid of the tank being compromised,” The Denver Post reports.

Furthermore, the report notes that no one was hurt and there were no environmental impacts or property damage outside of the boundaries of their property. The COGCC is now looking into the event to further understand what happened.

“The wells at the site will be closed in until equipment repairs have been made and a more thorough review of the incident has been completed,” the report said, according to The Denver Post.

Although the cause of the Colorado noises may have been discovered, other noises from across the country remain a mystery. A recent boom heard in Alabama left the National Weather Service in Birmingham taking many guesses as to what happened.

“Re: loud boom heard: we do not see anything indicating large fire/smoke on radar or satellite; nothing on USGS indicating an earthquake,” the agency wrote on Twitter. “We don’t have an answer, and can only hypothesize with you. 1) sonic boom from aircraft; 2) meteorite w/ current Leonid shower?”

However, the November 14 incident has still yet to be solved.

It makes sense that the boom in Colorado was just a lid popping off of an over pressurized tank but what about the booms being heard elsewhere. What do I think? I think it could be our “house”, the earth is shifting. I know when our little house shifts and adjusts to changes in water levels in the soil or extreme heat or cold we start hearing loud pops and booms in our house. I wonder if the same thing is going on with the earth on a global scale?

This is plausible if you consider all the natural and destructive activities that are going on all over the globe beneath the surface of the Earth’s “skin” and in the various waterways. There are nuclear bombs being tested, fracking, oil drilling, mining and any number of other activities all of which would I would believe could cause the “floor” of our earth to shift. These shifts may not always cause earthquakes at least not right away. If it’s like in our house, it may sound like it’s happening over head but it’s just an echo of sound coming from the ground. I’m not a geologist or seismologist etc. but that’s just what comes to mind about this. Or….it’s the second coming or aliens. Yeah lol. We shall see.

 

24 Nov 2017 – I was tired after such a full visit with family. Not sure what’s behind this one.

https://www.reuters.com/article/us-transcanada-keystone-spill/transcanada-recovers-44400-gallons-of-oil-from-keystone-pipeline-spill-site-idUSKBN1DP012it wasn’t if there would be a spill, it was when.  You can’t drink or eat oil. 

TransCanada recovers 44,400 gallons of oil from Keystone pipeline spill site

(Reuters) – TransCanada Corp said on Friday it has recovered 44,400 gallons, or 1,057 barrels, of oil from the Keystone pipeline spill site at Amherst, South Dakota.

An aerial view shows the darkened ground of an oil spill which shut down the Keystone pipeline between Canada and the United States, located in an agricultural area near Amherst, South Dakota. REUTERS/Dronebase

The company had shut down its 590,000 barrel-per-day Keystone pipeline, which links Alberta’s oil sands to U.S. refineries, on Nov. 16 after a 5,000-barrel spill. It has not yet set an expected restart date for the pipeline, which is one of Canada’s main crude export pipelines.

Additional excavation will be conducted beyond Sunday for soil remediation purposes, the Calgary-based company said, adding, it has about 170 personnel round-the-clock on the site engaged in clean-up activities.

Preliminary inspections of the damaged section will be completed on site by both TransCanada and U.S. Pipeline and Hazardous Materials Safety Administration (PHMSA) staff, then sent to Washington, D.C., for an investigation by the National Transportation Safety Board’s Metallurgical Laboratory, the company said.

“As a safety precaution, TransCanada sampled one residential water well yesterday at a location about 1.5 miles from the site to alleviate any concerns — all test results were normal,” TransCanada added.

 Reporting by Catherine Ngai in New York and Eileen Soreng in Bengaluru; Editing by Lisa Shumaker
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*ONLY one water well was tested?!!! They need to be testing ALL of them!  This is exactly the sort of stuff the DAPL water protectors were worried about happening.  It’s happening.  It’s like drawing blood with a faulty needle.  The oil we take from the earth is essentially the Earth’s blood. 

31 July 2012 Jackie drawing cleansing of mother earth with the sun

 

19 Nov 2017 Meditations (wasp), FFXIV Warrior of Light and hot glue gun ring

Hello to you – just popping in on this beautiful Sunday .  Hope this finds you well.  The pictures are just some random things from the past couple of days.  For my meditations the past couple of years, I’ve started using things like statues etc., as part of my experience.  Yesterday I realized I was kind of doing something that Henry Thoreau talked about in his book Walden.  It’s the part when he noticed how much different objects he had in his home looked when he took them outside when he had to clean the floor.  He was right!  The sunlight on an object versus artificial light of most homes really does change how an object appears.

“It was pleasant to see my whole household effects out on the grass, making a little pile like a gypsy’s pack, and my three-legged table, from which I did not remove the books and pen and ink, standing amid the pines and hickories.  They seemed glad to get out themselves, and as if unwilling to be brought in.  I was sometimes tempted to stretch an awning over them and take my seat there.  It was worth the while the see the sun shine on these things, and hear the free wind blow on them; so much more interesting objects look out of doors than in the house.” – Walden by Henry David Thoreau

My dream factory last night melded a lot of what I’ve been watching, reading and thinking about lately all into one.  In one of the dreams last night I was in the woods and walked by a tiny home that was painted blood red inside and all it had was a built-in-dresser.  Then there were two tall blonde men standing near a stream in the woods talking to me.  They looked familiar, like Ragnar and Bjorn from Vikings.  They were talking about buying a small fishing cabin.  I can remember hearing the voice of a man out of visual range of the two men I was talking to adding to the conversation.  There was something about Psalms from the bible, my mind wants to say it was 137,  but I’m not sure.  It does correlate a bit to talking to the two men at the stream.

Psalm 137New International Version (NIV) – https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%20137

Psalm 137

By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept
    when we remembered Zion.
There on the poplars
    we hung our harps,
for there our captors asked us for songs,
    our tormentors demanded songs of joy;
    they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

How can we sing the songs of the Lord
    while in a foreign land?
If I forget you, Jerusalem,
    may my right hand forget its skill.
May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth
    if I do not remember you,
if I do not consider Jerusalem
    my highest joy.

Remember, Lord, what the Edomites did
    on the day Jerusalem fell.
“Tear it down,” they cried,
    “tear it down to its foundations!”
Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction,
    happy is the one who repays you
    according to what you have done to us.
Happy is the one who seizes your infants
    and dashes them against the rocks.

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‘Vikings’ Renewed for Season 6 at History Ahead of Season 5 Premiere

*29 Nov 2017 premiere – History channel – if we can watch it (don’t have cable, had to watch it online last time) looking forward to seeing Jonathan Rhys Meyers and the remaining cast.

The hot glue gun ring is me experimenting…at play.  I had bought what’s called a “candle ring” from a neighbors garage sale a while ago and it tarnished on me like rings of that quality tend to do.  I really liked the setting design and the red crystal in it.  So this morning I tried to make a wire wrap ring using the stone and it didn’t work.  What I came up with was a mess.  So a thought occurred to me to try to make a ring out of hot glue and set the loose stone in it.  Why not?!  Well it came out pretty cool lol.  I have no idea how durable it is or how long it will last but it was fun.  I have had more fun with the hot glue gun.  Kyle brought it home several years ago now after he was done with it in his welding classes.  They used Styrofoam and the hot glue guns to practice welding things together before actually trying to weld metal together.

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17 Nov 2017 Lead back to old poetry via my dreams (Peterson AFB CO)

Hello to you. It’s Friday morning, 7:40 am as I begin to write to you. I hope this finds you well.

The snippet of a dream I remember from last night/this morning lead me back in my waking world to Peterson AFB CO. I was stationed there for nearly seven years between Falcon AFB (now Schriever), HQ Air Force Space Command and Peterson. We were at Peterson when 9/11 happened.

What I remember of the dream is disjointed. There was something about seeing a folder that had the words, “Cooking in Heaven” on the cover. I remember meeting a Capt Carlton (I knew him as a General, the commander of the 36 Fighter Wing) and there was something about leading and being lead (this is something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately with regards to what is going on in our country – there is a lot of being lead by people that were hired to lead! We have a system that doesn’t make it easy for those who even try to be leaders!)  In the dream I was an officer, a Lieutenant. I can remember saluting and being saluted. There was something about food before marching.  A meal had been prepared but the soldiers were going to go marching before eating the meal and they were called back for the meal (makes me think of how Basic Training at Lackland AFB was lol!)

I was lead to a couple of poems I wrote during those days, one of which that was actually published. I thought I had bought the book it was printed in, but I don’t have it anymore! Glad I kept the paperwork for it. The theme of these poems is transition….moving. A very prevalent theme when you are a member of the military no matter what branch you are in.

In talking to other veterans, to include Kyle’s family, we still get the “itch” to move that comes after you have lived somewhere a long time.  Then the “FIGMO” would happen (Finally I Got My Order or Fuck it, Got My Orders), getting order to move.  After you separate or retire….your on your own and it gets harder as time goes by. You don’t have people to come and pack you up anymore and the knowledge you have a secure job waiting for you at the next location. As much as I hate to admit it, when I served in the Air Force, there was a job security that is nearly non-existent in most any job sector in America today.

Kind of a shitty deal though. Finding job security by feeding the war machine. I have to temper that statement though.  When I was looking through the pictures and papers I have in binders this morning, to include the silly Photoshop picture of Air Force Space Command with a UFO flying over it, I am reminded of a much kinder and gentler military than I hear exists now.  We used to temper the stress of our jobs with fun…comraderie…friendship….we were family for each other.  Pretty much for the whole time I served, I was encouraged to share my gifts of writing and art.  I did little newspapers with cartoons, did drawings and wrote poems for people’s special occasions like retirements, separations, promotions, and permanent change of stations.  I remember the people who I served with both military and many civilians that made my 16 years even remotely bearable. I miss those people, not the jobs I did for the “machine.”

Anyhew….the poems

Changing Scenery Again – by Jackie Wygant (then Cammarato) National Library of Poetry, Beneath the Harvest Moon 1996

Once again we’ve found a place

But as soon as we feel settled

Order in hand, it’s time again to roam.

The boxes will come

Many good-bye will be said

A part of us will awaken

That which we thought was dead

All the treasures we bought with such care

Will soon be tossed and crushed

Loaded into a moving truck

Our apartment then empty and hushed

Soon too will come a parade of new faces

The dance of new friendships will begin

The longing to stay in our comfort

We’ll face with our usual chegrin

The scenery keeps on changing

Faces and places blending with the years

Someday we’ll be home

And when we do, be listening for the cheers!!

Jackie Wygant – it was Cammarato then) – I wrote this on 7 Aug 1998 for a decoration presentation not sure but think it may have been mine.

I wrote this around the time I left working at Air Force Space Command. I hated working there….nothing but a sea of gray cubicles and stress. My jobs there were very high visibility and stressful like arranging award ceremonies for the command and managing the records and promotion procedures for all the officers assigned to the command.

I did love the people I worked with and miss so many of them and wonder how they are to do this day. I think often of General Estes, who was the Commander of Air Force Space Command when I was there. He was not the conventional “CEO.” I would often see him riding his bike as I was running on base. I will always remember standing in line at the Base Exchange and he was in front of my ex and I. What was he buying? White socks lol. I think I remember that because it’s important to remember now matter how high you live or how low in so many ways, the ways that matter in this life, we are all the same from cradle to grave and back again.

It’s important to remember that when you get to the “high places” not to forget how you got there!

Angel on my shoulder it’s time to fly

Find another way to live

Though we are afraid, we mustn’t cry

For a lighted narrow door opens now in this wood

If we go through it

It will forever do us good

The doorways light casts away the shadows and dark

Inside of our minds and hearts

It lights a spark

Opportunity is provided, though not treasures and gold

It still sparkles like sunlit dewdrops before us

Providing us a future before our flesh grows cold

Angel on my shoulders open your wings

It’s time for us to be off

To new and finer things…..

*Happy birthday wishes to my friends Margie and Ken today wherever and whenever you are.

 

15 Nov 2017 Great Grandma Huff (Come Little Leaves poem by George Cooper), Stranger Things 2, dreams and Could Your Brain Be Hacked (AsapSCIENCE YouTube)

*19 Nov 2017 edit*  I was reading the book of poems I bought (Favorite Poems Old and New Selected by Helen Ferris, page 541) tonight with Kyle and came across the poem in the picture!  Turns out my Grandma Huff didn’t write it after all.  The author’s name is George Cooper!  My Grandma Becker apparently loved this poem and knew it by heart.  She must have translated it and just forgot to add the author’s name.

Hello to you.  It’s Wednesday morning, 7:22 am, as I begin to write to you.  Can you believe the month is already half over?!!  Somebody must have pushed the fast forward button or something lol!  People are asking questions about Christmas gifts and all that and I’m just not ready for it!  I’m pretty much just get me a gift card if you feel you must buy me something or donate to a charity in my name anymore.  I just don’t want anymore “stuff” unless it’s functional and or has a purpose.  Kyle’s parents asked what we wanted for Christmas and at first he didn’t have an answer and then remembered we had wanted to buy a small confection oven to replace our long dead microwave.  We are getting to that time in our lives where we just don’t want anymore crap to dust lool!

Yesterday I got a present via a text from my Aunt Ruthie.  She shared a poem with a picture of  my Great Grandma Huff about fall.  This beautiful poem is written in my Grandma Carol’s handwriting and had been hanging in my Uncle Walt’s office, her brother, until he died a couple of years ago.

14 Nov 2017 Poem with picture of by my Great Grandma Huff that was in my Grandma Beckers handwriting hanging in her brother Walts office now with Aunt Ruth Elliott

Come little leaves,” said
the wind one day.
“Come over the meadow
with me and play.
Put on your dresses of
red and gold,
The summer’s gone and the days go cold.”
As soon as the leaves heard
the wind’s loud call,
down they came tumbling
one and all.
Over the brown fields they
danced and flew
singing the soft little songs
they knew.
“Cricket, goodbye!” We’ve been
friends so long –
Little brook, sing us your
farewell song.
Say you are sorry to see us go.
Ah, you will miss us
quite well we know.”

The poem makes a little ache in my chest when I read it.  The way I interpret it is that we are like the leaves and when the wind makes it’s loud call, God, we fly away home and we are missed.  So many of my elder’s, my ancestors, my Ancient One’s have done as the leaves and have answered the wind’s call.  I miss them almost every day but keep them alive in heart and how I live my daily life.  There are very much alive in me.

Kyle and I binge watched some Stranger Things 2 yesterday.  It started out slow and now is just really picking up at Episode 4.  I feel like a lot of my drawings to even include the wisp people I was drawing have been leading up to me watching this darn show lol!  I’ve mentioned this before that sometimes my art seems to be like a tv guide lol.  Not very specific or very useful it feels like.  Kind of like what it’s like talking to someone in another room.  Unless you go to the person where they are speaking from,  all you get is just get bits and pieces but nothing specific enough to be really useful.  Anyhew…the show is so good!  I think because it’s set in the 1980’s, my teenage years, it really is hitting my nostalgia buttons!

I’ve really started to wonder lately if it is possible for human beings to be “hacked” by the unseen (be it stuff like Wifi signals, unseen bugs, vapors or the paranormal – God is energy and everything is energy so….even being hacked by “God?” Are we always driving the “car” that is our body?) and this show is certainly exploring that with the character Will who I really resonate with.  Watching him frantically drawing pictures of what he was experiencing in his mind really resonated with me and what I do outside with my chalk drawings sometimes.  I told Kyle last night, from my own experiences, I believe there is a world we all can see, one we can’t and the one we are told exists.

Stranger Things 2 | Final Trailer [HD] | Netflix

My dream factory didn’t generate the sort of dreams I had expected after binge watching such a show!  I guess that “production” is still in the works lol.

Instead I dreamt about shopping for clothes – fashion!  There was something about the wearing of a bandana on the head with a hat (this is from my character in FFXIV, Aurora, getting a new hat that has a bandana underneath) for Good Friday.  There was a woman dressed in a long tan colored felt or velvet dress.  She had black hair that was in a big bun on the top of her head and she looked like Eva Green (me thinking about Reeve Carney and Vanessa Ives yesterday I guess) and she was spinning in front of someone impossibly fast without getting dizzy.  Then she suddenly stopped, worrying and asking, “Did I damage the dress?” as she examined the bottom hem of the dress that had touched the floor while she was spinning.

13 Nov 2017 – My FFXIV character Aurora in new gear to include hat with bandana under it.

 

Love this

The other dream was triggered by the scene in Stranger Things 2 where Winona’s character Joyce Byers (Byers is the last name of a guy I had a crush on during Senior High School that looked like David Bowie lol), is trying to figure out how to watch a VHS-C tape in a regular VHS player.  I remember having that problem – we had an adaptor to make it so you could watch the smaller sized tape in a regular VHS machine.  My dream was about my ex asking me if I liked the adult movie he had picked out lol.  Ugh.  Way to go dream factory, way to go.

Anyhew…time to get started with the day.  I hope this finds you well.  Send some sunshiney wishes this way….gray and overcast again!

Could Your Brain Be Hacked?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AsapScience

AsapScience, stylized as AsapSCIENCE, is a YouTube channel created by Canadian YouTubers Mitchell Moffit and Gregory Brown. The channel produces weekly videos that touch on many different topics of science.[1]

The two creators have a secondary channel, AsapTHOUGHT (recently renamed Greg and Mitch) which contains videos discussing several issues (not all pertaining to science).

 

14 Nov 2017 Assigned seating irritation (movie theatres), Hingeless (Dream), A Door Without Hinges (Marty Norman) and Your Dream World (Psychology today, William Berry LMHC., CAP)

13 Nov 2017 Jackie Wygant outdoor chalk drawing dream about plane crash Alvarado TX

13 Nov 2017 – this is me trying to get that airplane crash dream out of my head!

13 Nov 2017 Jackie Wygant outdoor chalk drawing entangled Alvarado TX

13 Nov 2017 – playing with squiggles! More inspiration from that Gael Song catalog with Celtic designs. The Celts got “squiggles” to perfection! I’m not even close but definitely inspired!

13 Nov 2017 Jackie Wygant outdoor chalk drawing woman in blue Alvarado TX

13 Nov 2017 – Lady in blue with squiggles. What’s funny is afterwards we found out we could access Netflix again and saw the first episode of Stranger Things 2 finally (Madmax). This woman here is like a drawing I did of Winona Ryder back in 1993.

Feb 1993 Jackie drawing of Winona Ryder looking like actress Louise Brooks

14 Nov 2017 – this is a drawing I did back in February 1993. It’s a fusion of Winona Ryder and actress Louise Brooks.

Good morning to you. It’s 7:46 am as I begin to write to you on this gray and overcast Tuesday…missing that sunshine! How are you? I hope you are doing well.

Yesterday we were going to go and see Thor: Ragnarok (https://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/thor_ragnarok_2017) at the AMC Theater in Burleson where we normally go to see movies. This particular Theater has started using the assigned seating system and we hate it! We bought tickets and admittingly sat in the wrong seats. It was a matinee and there were a lot of empty seats so we didn’t see a problem. A couple came in and apparently we were in their seats, so we moved. No problem. The opening credits started which included a war film starring Chris Hemsworth we were irritated to see a trailer for. We don’t like the reality war film genre at all…..makes sense when you don’t like war as much as we do. Anyways. Some more people came in and once again, we were in the wrong seat. We moved to what would be our seats but big surprise….people were sitting in them! Rather than ask those people to move like everyone had done to us, we just sat down in available seats nearby. Then Kyle, acting totally out of character for Kyle, was very angry and decided he just wanted to leave…get a refund. So we went to the poor man who had sold us the tickets. Kyle actually had beads of sweat on his forehead so I knew he was really mad and it was taking a lot to hold himself back from making a scene with the poor person who wasn’t responsible for a dysfunctional theater system. So I made sure to let the young man know we realized it wasn’t his fault the theater was being run in such a manner and explained why we wanted the refund. There was no way to make a complaint in the theater so Kyle did that when we got home. We probably won’t be going back to that particular theater as long as they continue with assigned seating. We could understand such a system for a premiere showing or a weekend….not a matinee. We really miss just being able to buy a ticket and find an available seat!

So I had a dream last night that was so vivid and wonderful I got out of bed at 1:54 am to write it down! I know the keys that unlocked this particular dream were my thinking and talking about the Distant Worlds concert Kyle and I saw together and reading poetry out loud, poorly in some instances as some of the words in the older poems are tricky, before bed.

I dreamt about reading stories written by children with disabilities like ADD/Autism at a benefit. I was reading as if I were the child with all the nuances of the way the child talked. The text I was reading was so vivid I actually remembered a couple of words from it and those were “hinged” and “hingeless.” These were used in the context of describing a person not a door. It wasn’t “me” reading in the dream. It was a young woman with a gentle soft face, brown curly hair and blue eyes. I remember someone saying thank you to her before I woke up.

The woman looked kind of like the character Darlene, actress Sara Gilbert, from the television sitcom Roseanne. As Kyle said to me after I told him the dream, “It probably was her, it’s who you cast for the role.” I guess the people who appear in our dreams could be like actors eh?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sara_Gilbert – in case you don’t know who Sara is

Anyhew….I loved that I remembered actual words from the dream and decided to see where they would lead me. Well I was lead to a bunch of pictures of people wearing glasses and the two articles I’m sharing that correlate quite well to what it means to be a “hingeless person.”

Being actively in the dream world is the epitome of being a hingeless person! I prefer that sort of definition to the one where a person can come completely unhinged and subsequently say and do very bad things! That correlates nicely to what happened with Kyle and I and our recent theater experience right?! Sometimes you need an extra set of hinges lol.

Time to close and get on with the day. I hope there is something for you here in all of this!

http://thechristianpulse.com/2015/04/18/a-door-without-hinges/this was the first article I found when looking for anything about what it might mean to be a hingeless person. I don’t agree with everything Marty writes here, but there are parts that really resonated with me and I’ve “bolded” those aspects. For those who are not Christians, this piece comes from that direction – just a heads up in case you walk a different path.

A Door Without Hinges

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By Marty Norman

A door is an interesting thing. Everyone has them, everyone uses them. A working definition, for purposes of this article is: an opening that allows a body to move between two places quickly.

Recently my granddaughter Lily stayed at our house for a week. She is into Webkinz, so our first activity was to go to Target and buy Hopkins the Elephant, and Hippie the Hippopotamus. Next we got online to “adopt” these animals and give them a name.

The Webkinz site is a clever one. Once signed in, each pet owner has his/her own house. Each new pet is given a room of their own in the house. Then the owner carefully picks out furniture, beds, room colors, and favorite objects customized for them to enjoy. Each “adoptee” can travel from room to room to visit the other “adoptees”. However, to get from one room to the next they must stand in a doorway. With the click of a mouse they then move effortlessly from room to room.

In this fantasy world, doors are the key. Only by going through the door can one advance forward.

In the spiritual world, doors are also the key. But the spiritual world is not fantasy. Jesus tells us in Revelation 3:20, “I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.” (NIV)

Another door – but one of greater importance – for this door leads to salvation, eternity, and to a personal relationship with the Savior. But this door is also an opening that allows our flesh and spirit to move quickly between two worlds, the spiritual and the physical.

I once read a meditation by my friend Cathy that described a door as having three hinges – a great description for physical and spiritual doors. It takes three hinges to hold a physical door in place. In the same way, in the spiritual realm, the three hinges are the Trinity, the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, staples that hold a person in place, keep us on the mark, and help us advance to the next room.

But what happens to the door that has no hinges, the person who has no spiritual foundation?

Here are some characteristics of a hinge-less door.

First of all, a hinge-less door cannot be opened – no way, no how, without the ability to open and close, the door falls to the ground. There is no anchor, no connection to a foundation. A hinge-less person also has no anchor. With the slightest wind they fall for there is nothing holding them up.

A hinge-less door is also rocky. You never know when it will collapse. And when it falls, it damages that which it falls upon. The same with the anchorless person. Unaware of consequences they fall every which way, often damaging those with whom they come in contact.

A hinge-less door is unusable. It serves no purpose. The same with the anchorless person. How can they be used if they are not in step with God’s will and purpose? God uses those who stay close and in contact with him to love, heal, and bless his people.

A hinge-less door is out of control. There is no stability that orders its way. Without a Father who loves, a Savior who redeems, and a Holy Spirit that leads and guides, the anchorless person is without form or stability.

So hinges are a necessary part of the moving forward process. As believers of the “The Way”, it is up to us to carry extra hinges wherever we go, for we never know when we might be needed to stabilize a wobbly door. By introducing the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit to others, by helping to anchor hinge-less doors to the God of heaven, we will be helping the hinge-less attach to the firm foundation of life.

A Webkinz I am not, but anyone can be a carpenter that works with the Savior. Now that is a door I can stay connected to – and with just a click of the mouse! How convenient is that?

Marty Norman is a wife, mother, and grandmother of five, who lives in Fort Worth, Texas. She is the author of “Generation G – Advice for Savvy Grandmothers Who Will Never Go Gray.” You can learn more about her at: www.martynorman.com, http://martynorman.blogspot.com, http://savvygrandmothers.blogspot.com.

 

https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/the-second-noble-truth/201301/your-dream-worldthis piece stuck out at me because I am more actively paying attention to my dreams again. I have realized for myself and mentioned it many times in my blogs that our personal perception of the world is a key factor to the life we live. A key element to the life we share with other human beings and life forms on this planet. Just because you perceive a person, place, thing or situation a certain way doesn’t make you “right.” It is only your perception, which may be completely different from another. It doesn’t make you “wrong” either…just “different.” We need different to help us navigate this life. I think if we rely only on our own perception of everything, we could be living in a lot of untruths of what reality truly is.

William Berry, LMHC., CAP. The Second Noble Truth

Your Dream World

Don’t go through life unaware you are projecting the inner world onto the outer.

Posted Jan 06, 2013

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This article isn’t about dream interpretation, though the analogy is apt. The post is about how projection, which is a staple in dreaming, occurs in waking life and affects what you see. It is about no longer walking through life in a dream like state and taking the time to delve inside of yourself, to interpret your life.

In Gestalt dream analysis, everything in the dream is you. Other theories, though not outright stating everything in the dream is subjective, recognize that projection is apparent. After all it is your mind creating the images, not an actual person invading your dream. Your unconscious projects an image. The real meaning of the image lies within you, not outside in another.

Dream interpretation is very interesting and can provide clues to the unconscious. The purpose of this post is to discuss how the waking hours can do the same. There are aspects of reality we all agree upon: the weather; who won which bowl game; there is little about these aspects of reality anyone will argue. There is a great deal of room in daily interactions and activities, however, for one to have their own truth, their own perception of reality. In fact, it could be contended that the vast majority of occurrences in a day have a large element of projection.

Projection is when an individual attributes something within him or herself onto another. Basically, you see what you are. This is not new; there are numerous quotes that impart this meaning: Anaïs Nin stated, “We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” Henry David Thoreau proclaimed, “It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” Carl Jung said, “Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” These quotes, and likely many others, point to the theory that humans project their unconscious onto others. Simply, what one finds in the world is a reflection of one’s unconscious.

The idea that one is projecting much of what he or she perceives maybe difficult to accept. People rely on their thinking beyond reproach. This is understandable; one has more access to his or her thoughts than any other material. One’s thinking has likely served him well. The thought of not relying on thinking could be terrifying. However, the alternative is to walk through a dream world never interpreted.

In previous posts I have touched on the theme of subjective reality. One of my more popular posts is, “The Truth Will Not Set You Free.” The suggestion is similar here: question thinking. Evaluate it. Step outside of thought, look at it objectively and with an inquisitive mind, and evaluate it. Could all of these learned and insightful people, some of whom developed theories around projection, others who use the theories to assist others to increase happiness, have been wrong? Isn’t it possible or perhaps likely that what one sees is affected by their unconscious, by their experience, by their history? As such, how is projection affecting your vision?

To approach this differently, it is not being suggested that one simply cease having confidence in every thought and question everything. Nothing would get done. Automatic thinking serves the human race well. It helps discern between dangerous and benign situations. It allows for much more productivity. It eases living immensely. To be without it would be to become infantile.

Always functioning and trusting thinking, nevertheless, has its costs. Often one is not completely present in interactions, as the mind, the ego, is determining the next move. This might be what to say or considering what is next on the agenda. By not being completely present, and by allowing automatic thinking to operate unquestioned, one does not perceive reality accurately. Prior experience taints the present. One may not be able to see past their impression. Opportunities may be missed. Negativity focused on rather than positivity. Potential acquaintances judged and discarded without really knowing who they are. Others allowed into one’s life that one might have been better off without. All because an overused, albeit handy, tool has gone unchecked.

It is not the intention of this post to persuade one to give up on initial impressions or hunches. Often they serve an incredible purpose. In Malcolm Gladwell’s book “Blink”, he does an excellent job of describing how intuition and first impressions can be incredibly positive; while at other times they alter perception in a negative way leading to horrible outcomes. The purpose of this post is simply to encourage the questioning of thought and judgment, especially when it is leading to negative feeling and action. A good beginning would be questioning what we don’t like in another. Carl Jung said, “Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.” Another time to begin self-evaluation is when you misunderstand someone. It is likely you were projecting your own unconscious into the misunderstanding.

Evaluating oneself can be a daunting task. Days are filled with activity, deadlines, and tasks. Automatic thinking permits a smoother, and more efficient life. Evaluating if you are projecting the unconscious takes time and an open mind. It can be an arduous task to interpret the representations you put on another, or on a situation. Questioning one’s thinking, looking within, peering into the possible ugliness that lies in the unconscious is challenging to say the least. But self-understanding, a potentially less outwardly conflictual existence, and being in the present moment more often are worth it.

Copyright William Berry, 2013

References:

Gladwell, Malcolm; 2005; Blink.

 

12 Nov 2017 Chicken Pot Pie and the Captain Jack (dream)

Hello to you.  I’m writing to you later than I normally do.  I just had a frustrating experience that may resonate with you.  I had Kyle buy some pre-made pie crusts so I could make us some chicken pot pie.  He bought Pillsbury’s version of it and they taste good but are not user friendly at all!  As you will see by my pictures.  I tried to unroll the dough and ended up with a bunch of pieces lol!  I probably should have just made my own crust a l I ended up bringing out the rolling pin anyways lol!  My consolation is that I know it’s going to taste good no matter what.  Chicken Pot pie is one of those meals that it doesn’t matter how pretty it looks, it’s going to get all mashed up when it’s eaten anyways.

It’s another wet, gray and overcast day so not looking like outdoor chalking is going to be happening.  We need the rain so no complaints from here!

Had an interesting “snippet” dream.  In dream time it was very brief.  There was something about hot baths for rich women.  I caught a glimpse of a man who looked like Captain Jack Harkness from the Dr. Who and Torchwood BBC television series.  It was dark out and he was getting ready to get into a yellow taxicab.  Just before I woke up I heard a woman’s voice say, “That’s what you get for going away.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Harkness

I have no idea why I would be dreaming about John Barrowman but that’s what my Dream Factory cooked up for me.  I hope this finds you well.