14 July 2018 Seeing Without Eyes

Hello there.  How are you doing?  It’s Saturday night and now that the sun is dimming, it’s finally cooler.  It was a scorcher again today!  I slept a lot today to try and shake this fatigue I’ve been feeling.

A message came to me as I was trying to drift off, “You don’t have to have eyes to see.  There is vision in feeling…the clouds use the winds to see as well as feel.”   Those who have lost their vision can be physically blind or spiritually bankrupt.  It’s so easy in this world to be tempted to give our souls away to people, places and things that don’t deserve them!

Something I’ve had to learn and relearn over and overdon’t give your personal power away! 

What came to mind with this message about vision is what often happens when I go outside with my head phones on, close my eyes and move my hands through the air around me.  Sometimes I will go out and it’s completely still, no air moving at all.  Then I’ll do that simple ritual I do and a breeze will start to flow through the trees and around me.  It feels like nature responding to my touch almost!  It’s a beautiful experience!  I often imagine I’m flying when this happens.  I’ll open my eyes and look up in the sky and all sorts of birdies will be soaring around above me.

In all honesty, I’m thinking they are enjoying a nice meal I’ve stirred up for them with my moving around!  It’s magical to watch anyway!

22 9 19 9 15 14

V I S I O N = 88/16/7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1

19 9 7 8 20

S I G H T = 63/9 cycle

2 12 9 14 4

B L I N D = 41/5 divided by 2 = 2.5 = 7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1

19 5 14 19 5 19

S E N S E S = 81/9 cycle

6 5 5 12 9 14 7

F E E L I N G = 58/13/4/2/1

5 13 15 20 9 15 14 19

E M O T I O N S = 110/2/1

19 25 13 2 15 12

S Y M B O L = 86/14/5 divided by 2 = 2.5 – 7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1

23 15 18 4

W O R D = 60/6/3 cycle

I’ve shared this here before, I just love this scene, I love this movie.  This scene shows what it’s like for me sometimes when I’m outside, there is music in the winds.  When we just allow ourselves to connect with the child within the world becomes a place where anything is possible:

August Rush Opening

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14 July 2018 Inception

Hello to you.  Just a quick note before I get breakfast started.  Not sure the painting on canvas is going to happen today.  We have lots of chores to do today and my butt is dragging a bit.  May be tomorrow?!  Part of the reason I’m so tired is just before falling asleep last night there was a loud explosion like someone set off a firework right in the middle of the street.  I was so pissed!  Not good to try to go to sleep mad.  It was hard to go back to sleep after that.  We found out this morning the sound we heard was someone hitting our neighbors truck!  UGH!

Then there were all the dreams I had that made me think of the movie Inception – dreams within dreams.  I’m with the Kyle I know but I’m like a person within a person as I lay next to him.  Then there is a man with dark hair and dark eyes telling me, “I have work to do.” Then all the sudden I’m in something like a fight scene in a movie on a train with stuff flying everywhere.  Another was of going to a beach that was all vibrant with a lot of teal green going on.  There were seals and I could see a life guard.  Then that same scene was devoid of color, of seals and the life guard – it was all washed out, cloudy and drab.   When my brain is running like that, I don’t wake up feeling very rested.   I guess my dreams are a reflection of the influx of random stuff I’ve been putting in my head via television, movies and internet.

  1. in·cep·tion = 105/6/3 cycle
    [inˈsepSH(ə)n]

    NOUN
    inceptions (plural noun)
    1. the establishment or starting point of an institution or activity.
      “she has been on the board since its inception two years ago”
      synonyms: establishment · institution · foundation · founding · formation · initiation · setting up · origination · constitution · inauguration · opening · beginning · start · starting point · outset ·

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Sending you hugs, love, prayers and positive vibes through the wires today!

Be kind,
for everyone
you meet
is carrying
a great
burden.

ian maclaren – circa 1898

Adapted from original version: “Be pitiful, for every man is fighting a hard battle.” Ian MacLaren was the pen name of Reverend John Watson.

13 July 2018 My Present (birthday), chalk drawings and Once Upon a Star (poem)

Hello there!  Hope you are doing well today.  Today is my husband’s 34th birthday and he said this morning, “It seems like your more excited for my birthday than I am!”  I replied, “I am!  Today is the day my present got here!”  Long before I met Kyle I can remember standing under a starry sky and asking, “Where are you?!”  Little did I know such a person was on their way to my heart and to my life.  Having a husband like Kyle is proof I must have done at least one good thing so far in this life!

I have been sharing a lot of pictures lately knowing I’m probably going to run out of room lool.  It’s worth the trouble.

Once Upon a Star – (Blog poem I wrote 3 May 2006)

Weary eyes and weary soul my light embers dim

I look into the heavens for Pleiades and sing a faraway song

A forgotten hymn

The sisters dance forever make haste to Venus

A veil of silk and dreamwork

Cast a spell between us

Sitting in my plane of invisible air I fly

Through space and time

To your gleaming spires my voice will cry

Once upon a star

Neither light nor shadow

The distance far

 

12 July 2018 Double Rainbow on the Morning Walk

Hello!  We are just back from a walk with Link and Spot and were treated to a rare sight, a double rainbow!  One was bright and the other harder to see but it was there.  I was so excited I even stopped a neighbor as he drove by to ask if he saw the rainbow lol.  He smiled and said, “Yes I did!” I wasn’t sure we’d make it home in time to get a picture of them:

When your me and something like this happens where you’ve been drawing and or thinking about something and then a double rainbow appears, it feels like a conversation has occurred with God as I understand them.  They are saying with a colorful band in the sky “I am here.  I hear you.  I see you.  I will not only give you one rainbow but I will give you two!”  A reminder to slow down, let it go, look up and see the beauty of God in all creation! 

The three drawings here are me trying to work through finding out there was a reason I had a particular actor and his family on my mind these past couple of days.  I hadn’t checked on him in awhile to see what projects he was working on.  Well yesterday I decided to and found out there was another negative incident.  My prayers and positive intentions go out to him and his family.  What he is going through with anger resonates with me on so many levels and what his wife is having to go through resonates with my husband who is often my caretaker when I go off the rails.   I care more about this man as a person than I do as an actor and hope he can get what it is he needs in this life besides anger.

He and I need to sit on my back patio with all my chalks and draw together.  Chalk therapy with Jackie.

Egyptian archeologists found this massive black sarcophagus — and no one knows what’s inside

This was exciting to see – Kyle and I are hoping it’s some scrolls that avoided being burned in the main library of Alexandria or something!  WHAT’S IN THE BOX!!! 

10 July 2018 We Are God’s Heart

Hello to you.  Hope this finds you well in whatever time and place this finds you.

Yesterday I took my pink spirit book and a pencil out to our pecan tree to jot down some thoughts that I couldn’t get out of my head.  I am a very spiritual person and quite often the topics that come up relate to the concept I have of God at this phase of my life.  Intelligent Energy.  I have come to believe that all of creation is an Energy construct.  When I lay in bed at night I can see all these tiny little vibrating particles that make up the wall, the dresser, the blankets draped over me….the dogs and Kyle.  When I lay down and gaze at the sky it’s much the same.  An untold number of tiny vibrating particles making reality real.  Each place I look, each breath I take….all God energy.

9 July 2018 – Drawing I did yesterday. It fits this post I think.

Here is what came up in my pink spirit book yesterday:

“Why a man to become a God? Why Jesus? Because human beings make God “care.”  To look at nature without the heart of man, one would think there was no loving God.  Everything is just food.  One energy feeding the next size up.  I saw a black spider wasp disable and dismantle a spider twice its size in seconds.  I’ve seen larger wasps do the same.  The bird I tried to console to its death was attacked by ants before it was completely dead.  Ants attacking and eating a molting Cicada before it can even fly away.  It’s new form devoured just inches from its previous one.  Just energy!  Just food!  One energy form devouring another.  There are no emotions.  There are no feelings.  There is no morality or conscience without human beings.  God can be cruel….nature can be cruel.

Some higher forms of life seem even more compassionate than humans or is it just our wanting them to be?  Our influence as observers on the “experiment” affecting how we perceive them?  What came to me during several of my episodes is we are only alive because the rest of existence allows it….just hasn’t figured out a way to eat us more quickly just yet!  Is this why we must not be still too long?  Eat or be eaten?!”

I don’t know that God/Nature is cruel, it’s just super efficient.  Everything around us is part of a perfect design and we, with our feelings and consciousness are the cog in the wheel so to speak!   We are the ones who will go out of our way to save a three legged dog from death.  If this dog were born into a setting without us, it would just be left to die.

I believe we are God’s heart.  Without us, without a Jesus or all the pantheon of other Gods taking human form, God just isn’t all that friendly and or relatable….tangible.

How we love and take care of each other makes God real on this earth.

Later in the day we watched the Queer Eye episode where the Fab  5 went to Gay Georgia to help with a lovely woman and her church community center.  A lot of irony in just that sentence!  They helped Tammye, her gay son, her family and the entire town.  What a beautiful example of what I am talking about!  Without the heart of human beings, without the act of building bridges between different worlds,  empathy, compassion and care, there really is no unconditionally loving God.   We give God all their senses (sight, smell, touch, hearing and taste) and our many beating hearts in which to process this complicated existence.

It’s people like the Fab 5, like Tammye and all those in this world who seek to fill this world with unconditional love that are God’s heart.

http://ew.com/tv/2018/06/19/queer-eye-season-2-episode-1-tammye-interview/

1 John 4:20 20Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seen.

Source Internet: Queer Eye Jonathan Van Ness, Karamo Broan Fire House episode

9 July 2018 Sleep, Bird in the Water (missions) and Buy the Milk (story)

Hello – how are you doing in your here and now?  I hope this finds you well.  I’m tired again but getting better.  Think I’m getting closer to figuring out what the problem is – being too warm at night.  Link likes to cuddle right up next to me and he runs really warm.  Last night I went out to the couch and it was nice and cool and I actually slept some until he figured out I had left the bed and came looking for me lol.  Then we went back to the main bed and it had cooled down and I slept some more until things heated back up.   I’ve always slept better when it is cooler and ever since we adjusted the thermostat in the house, by just 1 degree higher, I haven’t been sleeping as well!

https://sports.yahoo.com/science-says-sleeping-cold-room-174708555.html

Science Says Sleeping In a Cold Room Is Better for Your Health

Courtney Campbell

Those who prefer to keep bedroom temperatures chilly while catching some shut eye may be on to something. According to an article written by Dr. Christopher Winter, Medical Director at Charlottesville Neurology & Sleep Medicine, and published by the Huffington Post, our bedroom temperatures can make a big difference when it comes to getting a good night of sleep.

Although most of us might not give a second thought to the temperature of our bedroom at night (unless you’re trying to save money), Winter says our rooms should be 60 to 67 degrees Fahrenheit for the best sleep. If the temperature goes above 75 degrees or below 54 degrees, it can cause people to toss and turn all night.

Why does the number on the thermostat matter? Our body temperatures naturally peak and decline during a 24-hour period, with the highest numbers occurring in the late afternoon and the lowest ones around 5 a.m. Sleep usually begins when our body temperature drops, so a colder room can encourage us to fall asleep faster.

If the promise of more sleep isn’t enough, there are plenty of other reasons to keep the air on cool:

You’ll have a more restful sleep.

Research done at the University of South Australia found that certain forms of insomnia occur with poor body temperature regulation. If you’re having trouble falling asleep at night, a colder room could help your body cool down enough to reach a level of deeper, restorative sleep.

It’ll keep you looking young.

Sleeping in a room warmer than 70 degrees will stop your body from releasing melatonin, one of the body’s best anti-aging hormones. Once we’re asleep in total darkness and our body temperature drops, it releases melatonin and triggers a slight cool-down in the body.

It can help you lose weight.

According to the Huffington Post, naturopathic doctor Natasha Turner says that as your body temperature drops and growth hormone is released, the stress hormone cortisol will also decrease with healthy sleep patterns. When you aren’t able to sleep enough, you’ll wake up with high levels of cortisol-meaning you’re more likely to reach for a box of cookies and have increased anxiety.

You lower your risk for metabolic disease.

One study found that sleeping in a room set to 66 degrees can help prevent certain metabolic diseases, like diabetes. Participants not only burned more calories when they were awake, but also nearly doubled their amount of brown fat, or good fat, which allows the body store fewer calories. Over time, this can lower the risk of metabolic diseases.

So, put on your favorite PJs, turn the A/C down to 65 degrees, and get ready to catch some zzz’s. ]]>😴

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Ugh…..yesterday was an emotional day for me.   It started with watching a video of a man saving an otter from killer whales.  Alas he couldn’t rescue the baby that was with her.  Hearing her scream for her baby just tore me up!  Little did I know this was going to be the tempo of my day!

As Temple Grandin says:

Temple Grandin

“Nature is cruel but we don’t have to be”

Temple Grandin, The Way I See It: A Personal Look at Autism & Asperger’s

8 July 2018 – Simple drawing I did before the sequence of events that would unfold

So yesterday Kyle and I decided to take the dogs on a walk in the evening and came across a loose dog.  He looked like Spot, probably even the same age, but was a Chihuahua.  He had tags and seemed to be a nice dog but we just couldn’t get close enough to him to read his tags.  Having Link and Spot along with us didn’t help either.  So we finished the walk and I went home.  I put a note about him and his whereabouts on our neighborhood Next Door page to let folks know about him in case they were looking.  Then I grabbed my phone and went out to see if I could get a picture to help identify him.

I didn’t find the sweet boy but I did find something quite tragic in front of my neighbor Fred’s place.  There was a bird in a puddle of water in his front yard.  At first glance I wasn’t sure if it was dead or alive.  When I stopped to really look, I saw labored breathing.  I chose to stop and sit down next to the dying being.  Their wings were all messed up.  I sat and talked to them in soothing tones and stroked their head which they seemed to respond to.  There were tears on my part because I knew there wasn’t much else I could do for the poor thing.  Fred’s cats were out and I knew it was either they were going to get the bird or it was going to be the ants we have around here.  We have ants that wait for Cicada’s to molt and eat them before they even fully get out of their casing!

So I was sitting there and Fred came home and asked me if everything was ok.  I told him about the bird.  He is a hospice nurse and was just home from work.  He was very tired and said, “Why always in my front yard?  The last time it was you telling me about my favorite cat!”  A year or so ago I had been walking and found his favorite cat with it’s throat torn on his front yard.  I had taken the time to tell him instead of just ignoring it.  He told me he had just been on vacation to California and it’s been 8 months since his wife died.  I said that I bet Cindy would be happy that he’s moving on, that she would want him to be happy…he deserved to be happy.  His wife had been sick for a very long time and they both suffered so much with it.   The dying bird I was sitting with was almost symbolic of what they had been through.

He went inside and grabbed some paper towels for me so I could remove the bird to what I hoped would be a safer dying place in my yard.  The bird seemed to find peace in being wrapped and closed it’s eyes as I carried it home.  One last effortless flight.  Alas the space I chose to give this poor thing rest in my yard was later found by the ants.  I think, I HOPE,  the bird had already passed on.  There just was no winning with this case.  I am praying that the bird found a moment of peace with how I chose to handle things.

Remember the message about life is about choices?  What I’ve shared with you illustrates this.  It’s probably happened so many times in your own life and you may not even have been conscious of it!

1) Kyle and I chose to take the dogs for a second walk which we don’t normally do in the summer here.  2) This lead us to the loose dog we wanted to help.  3) This lead me to going back out for a longer walk.   4) This lead me to finding and trying to console a dying bird.  5) This lead me to a loving conversation with Fred about his wife who died after suffering a long illness.

All of this felt like a mission.  I don’t believe that it was “just a coincidence.”  There is the hidden director at work!  Do you heed the direction or do you ignore it?

A long time friend shared a story with me recently.  I don’t know if it’s true story but it was a great example of what I have experienced in my own life when I heed direction from the unseen director….God of energy, the Source….the Universe.

http://www.gospelweb.net/Illustrations/BuyTheMilk.htm

Buy The MilkOr Are You An Angel?
Author Unknown
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A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had spoken about “listening to God and obeying the Lord’s voice.”

The young man couldn’t help but wonder, “Does God still speak to people?” After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways. It was about ten o’clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, “God, if you still speak to people, speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey.”

As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, “God is that you?” He didn’t get a reply, so he started on toward home. But again, the thought came to him… buy a gallon of milk.

The young man thought about Samuel, and how he didn’t recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli. “Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.” It didn’t seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. So, he stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started toward home.

As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, “Turn down that street.” This is crazy, he thought, and drove on past the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud, “Okay, God, I will”.

He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in a semi-commercial area of town. It wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark, like people were already in bed.

Again, he sensed something, “Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street.” The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat. “Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid.”

Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. Finally, he opened the door and said, “Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but, if they don’t answer right away, I am out of here.”

He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man’s voice yelled out, “Who is it? What do you want?”

Then the door opened before the young man could get away. The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn’t seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep.

The man asked, “What is it?”

The young man thrust out the gallon of milk and said, “Here, I brought this to you,” he said.

The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway speaking loudly in Spanish. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.

The man began speaking and half crying, “We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn’t have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk.”

His wife in the kitchen yelled out,”I ask him to send an angel with some. Are you an Angel?”

The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put it in the man’s hand. Then he turned and walked back toward his car and tears were streaming down his face. He knew then that God does still speak to people… and answer prayers.

 

8 July 2018 – Simple drawing I did before the sequence of events that would unfold – looks like a man in a box looking for a way out to me. 

 

8 July 2018 Mermaid Got A Friend (chalk drawing) and Alleluia Skies (chalk drawing and photos)

“Sometimes when it feels like I am irretrievably lost in my spirit I just have to look up and realize I am home.”

7 July 2018 Proof and Drawing

Hello to you. In my thoughts this afternoon was the recent headlines about President Duterte from the Philippines in regards to the traditional view of God and religion. People may have some really interesting things to say about him with how he has been running the country. I don’t want to get into that. I want to focus on his demand for someone to give him proof of God.

What came to me is what I have had to explore on this subject myself. There have been many many times I have asked for proof from God. There have been many times my prayers were answered and many times there was a busy signal or it felt like getting God’s answering machine…being put on hold even.  I have had to learn to pray without expectations.

When it comes to proof of God’s existence it seems sometimes people are looking for a miracle or some sort of magic trick to instantly happen. They will pray, like I used to, for all these specific things and when their prayer isn’t answered, they often will blame God or develop a resentment. From what I’ve read, Duterte has a legitimate reason for having a resentment against traditional religion’s version of God. Why did this God not save him as a child from being harmed by a man of the church? ? (https://www.rt.com/news/374333-duterte-priests-molesting-homosexual/)

I wonder sometimes if suffering and going through these sorts of things are part of the molding and shaping of us for the roles we will later take in life. Would Duterte be President if he had a pleasant childhood?

I wonder sometimes as I look back on my own life if going through these types of things isn’t a sort of fork in the road. Is who you will end up being determined by how you choose to deal with the trials placed upon you? Some people will go right and become healers, positive role models and leaders in their fields, and some take a deep left and live a life of suffering, crime and prison.

“It’s all about choices” – message that came to me in a dream

I believe God is pure energy and doesn’t feel about anything like we do. The phrase “it is what it is” comes to mind. I believe to some degree, and have even dreamt about this, that it’s all about the choices we make. We are co-creators with this universal energy and our thoughts, feelings and actions play a role in what is manifested for us as individuals.

My Dad helped me get back on my path to God the day he and I were sitting in our backyard and we were talking about God. My Dad and Mom are long time Roman Catholics. Since I’ve been away from home and an adult, I no longer attend church. I do not fly under any one walk of faiths banner. It’s been hard for my parents but they know I still believe in God.

On that day, Dad and I agreed that God is in everything. That moment in time helped me feel closer to my Dad. On that day, my view of God evolved out of the pages of a book and traditional views to thinking of God as the energy that gives all of creation tangible form.

I agree with Duterte to some degree with his views. I also believe there is a universal intelligence, a consciousness that makes this existence possible. In my altered states of consciousness aka “episodes”, I have experienced this intelligence. I have seen it at work and been a part of it. I watched people, places, things, sequences of events all perfectly synchronized like they were being directed by some invisible director. Everything moving through time without real consciousness of what was happening.

Sitting under our baby oak tree this evening, I thought about sitting with Duterte and showing him the proof that I have found of God’s existence. I would put him in front of a mirror and say to him, “There is your proof.”

God is energy, everything is energy. Without energy we do not exist. I think Duterte is opening an important dialogue it’s time we all had together. 

Who or what is God (Universe, Source, Nature, Energy, or Gods/Goddesses) to you?  Is there a space in you that you keep trying to fill with worldly things and nothing works or helps for very long?  For me, that is the space of God.  Nothing of this world can fill that space….believe me I’ve tried!   

By the numbers:

16 18 15 15 6

P R O O F = 70/7 divided by 2 = 3.5 = 8/4/2/1 – proof is subjected to perception

7 15 4

G O D = 26/8/4/2/1

5 14 5 18 7 25

E N E R G Y = 74/11/2/1

16 5 18 3 5 16 20 9 15 14

P E R C E P T I O N = 121/4/2/1

https://www.philstar.com/headlines/2018/07/08/1831585/duterte-show-me-proof-god-exists-ill-resign

Duterte: Show me proof God exists, I’ll resign

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Edith Regalado (The Philippine Star) – July 8, 2018 – 12:00am

DAVAO CITY, Philippines — Show me your selfie with God and I will resign immediately.

President Duterte dared anyone who has gone to see God and have a selfie with Him to come back and prove the existence of God.

If this happens, then he would immediately step down from the presidency.

He told more than 1,000 participants at the 2018 National Science and Technology Week celebration held at the SMX Convention Center at SM Lanang Premiere the other night that he never said he does not believe in God.

“I tend to talk a lot about things…I believe in one supreme God…I never said I do not believe in God. I’m not agnostic and I’m not an atheist. I just happen to be a human being believing that there’s a universal mind somewhere which controls the universe,” the President added.

Duterte tackled once again the controversial issue on the existence of God rather than delve on science and technology which, he admitted, is not among his strongest points.

He clarified that what he was questioning is the logic of why is there so much agony, pain and injustice in the world.

“We’ll never really know until maybe God chooses the time for us to know the answer,” he said as he lambasted religions that ask money from people on the pretext of helping other people.

Duterte, who was criticized recently for his comments on religious matters, added that he would step down as the country’s President if someone is able to talk to God in heaven and have a selfie with Him.

“You do that today, one single witness that there is a guy, a human being, who’s able to talk and to see God. Of the so many billions that passed through Earth, I just need one. And if there is one, ladies and gentlemen, I will announce my resignation immediately,” he said.

The President questioned why God created a perfect paradise only to allow humans to be besmirched with malice and original sin, in a way questioning the theory of creation where Adam and Eve were tempted by a snake with an apple.

“So where is the logic of God there? You create a perfect (world) then you spoil it through a snake and an apple. And you give us the sin that we never even agreed to commit and that is the original sin,” Duterte added.

Meanwhile, a lay group has asked the Catholic Bishops’ Conference of the Philippines (CBCP) to issue a very strong statement condemning the blasphemy of President Duterte for calling God stupid.

In a letter they submitted to the CBCP’s 117th Plenary Assembly attended by 73 active and six retired bishops, the Purple Cross Movement (PCM) also asked their leaders to condemn extrajudicial killings in the country.

The group members, who wore sacks and covered their faces with mud, went to the Pope Pius XII Center in Manila to relay their request.

Aleta Tolentino, a PCM member, said they expect the bishops to issue at the end of their three-day plenary “a very strong statement condemning the blasphemy and to call on the faithful to reject such blasphemy and to speak out against it.”

Tolentino asked one of the security guards at the center to deliver to the bishops their two-page letter expressing their sadness over the events that have been taking place since Duterte took power.

They asked for wisdom and guidance from their Church leaders and to tell their flock “what is right and what is wrong.”

“If the President is disrespecting our church and our God, is that right or wrong? They should categorically tell us because we are listening to them, they should lead us,” Tolentino stressed.

The PCM also appealed to Duterte to end his war against illegal drugs as it denounced the killing of Catholic priests Mark Ventura, Tito Paez and Richmond Nilo.

“Your Eminences and Excellencies, they are killing our flock – even the most vulnerable children are not spared. They are killing our flock – the rule of law is disregarded, the leaders who fight relentlessly for truth and justice are viciously silenced, and the indigenous people who live peacefully in the land they have nurtured all their lives are oppressed. They are killing our flock – our freedom of speech, our right to information and the sacred guarantee of the Constitution to due process are now clear casualties,” the PCM said in their letter.

“We refuse to be defeated and just stand idly by. We choose to learn to do good; seek justice, correct oppression, bring justice to the fatherless and plead the widow’s cause,” they added.

They asked the prelates “to take your rightful place as God’s stewards of His Church. Reflection is a special time when God speaks to us and reveals Himself in silence, but from reflection comes action – a privilege and responsibility to represent God’s infinite love and justice.” – Evelyn Macairan

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6 July 2018 Thank you and Poems

I don’t need many words for what I want to say to the God of my understanding other than “Thank you for the rain!” 

A couple of poems from Kyle and my past to share:

Raining Time – Kyle Wygant March 13 2002

Washing away the ground

In a triumphant descent

Littering the sky with muted mutiny

Filling every the very holes

Meant to remain unspoiled

Gushing down the walls of time

Winding, whirling and dodging

Pummeling down on the ledges

Of the newly founded changes

Brought down from on high

To rinse away the tainted soil

While nourishing the newly

Undamaged ground

 

Untitled – 28 June 2006 by Jackie Schmidt

Before me the road is cleared of trees and any vision of the past

The view out of me is blank and clear

Behind me lies the wreckage twisted and sharp

Painful to touch, painful to feel it brings tears easily to my eyes

Sometimes these new days are so bright I am blinded in my happiness

I find at times I cannot believe what unfolds can be real and true

Can these blessings really be for me in all that I have been?

I spread my arms wide and the rain falls

I lift my head to the heavens and sun shines

I kneel down and the earth trembles

I look around me and the walls fall down

All is layed bare and new; the earth scoured clean the lion roars

From behind the curtain of uncertainty the doors of eternity open

Before me now the shadow passes and light is left in it’s wake

The White Tree shimmers in the dew slipped dawn

There are no leaves just shimmering silver

A new Hope for a new time……..

 

Some interesting results here!

18 1 9 14

R A I N = 42/6/3 cycle (of course!)

20 8 21 14 4 5 18

T H U N D E R = 90/9 cycle

12 9 7 8 20 14 9 14 7

L I G H T N I N G = 100/1

5 July 2018 Milk Glass Vase, Watching a Different Sort of Darren Criss, The Practice of Walking (Daily Good)

Hello to you.  Just a quick visit.  I’m really tired.  I haven’t had much sleep the past couple of days.  We had a really nice visit with Kyle’s family yesterday and that of course included lots of furry people too.  It was just nice to get caught up as we hadn’t seen each other in several months.  They understood that it was best to steer clear of us until my cycle was over.  So we had burgers and chicken from the grill, some potato and macaroni salads, the blueberry pie Beth made from scratch and my chocolate pudding pie.  We played  a round of Yahtzee and Kyle and his Dad were the only ones to actually roll Yahtzee’s lol!  There were far too many zero’s on my score sheet but it was so fun to play together.  I like the sound of the dice in the cup when you shake it for your roll lol!  I like my dice shaken but not stirred lool!

What is Yahtzee?

Yahtzee

Yahtzee
Yahtzee is a dice game made by Milton Bradley, which was first marketed as Yatzie by the National Association Service of Toledo, Ohio, in the early 1940s. Yatzie was included in a game set called LUCK – 15 Grand Dice Games. It was marketed under the name of Yahtzee by game entrepreneur Edwin S. Lowe in 1956. Lowe is also responsible for introducing Bingo to the U.S. market. The game is a development of earlier dice games such as Poker Dice, Yacht and Generala. It is also similar to Yatzy, which is popular in Scandinavia
This mornings drawing isn’t what I had wrote myself a note to draw.  I was supposed to draw a mermaid for my dear Cindy! I will be sure to do that after I’m rested so she actually looks like a mermaid!  I’m not firing on all cylinders lol!  One of the two milk glass pieces my Aunt Ruth gave me that belonged to my Grandparents made it into things today.  When you think of milk glass do you immediately think about dipping an oreo or something in a glass of milk?  Well there is a type of glass that is actually called Milk glass:

5 July 2018 Milk glass vase that belonged to Grandma and Grandpa Becker Alvarado TX

https://www.countryliving.com/shopping/antiques/g2965/milk-glass-facts/ – a vase like the one I have is actually in this article, valued at about $10.  It’s worth much more in sentimental value of course!
“Opaque Glass originated in 16th century Venice and came in a variety of colors, including white, pink, yellow, blue, and brown. The white variety beloved today rose to prominence during the Victorian era, when 
it was coveted as an economic dead-ringer for porcelain. (The Victorians also get credit for coining the term “milk glass.”) Its production and popularity waned during the Great Depression but saw a resurgence after World War II. Thanks to a frenzy of mass production during the 1950s and 1960s from companies such as Anchor Hocking, Fenton, and Westmoreland, the mid-century finds are readily available today—many for mere milk money. Here are some pretty pieces to add to your own collection.”
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Last night Mom Beth and I stayed up late and watched about half of The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story starring Darren Criss (Blaine from Fox show Glee):https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Assassination_of_Gianni_Versace:_American_Crime_Story

The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story is the second season of the FX true crime anthology television series American Crime Story. The season premiered on January 17, 2018,[1][2] and concluded on March 21, 2018. It consists of a total of 9 episodes,[3] and explores the murder of designer Gianni Versace by spree killer Andrew Cunanan, based on Maureen Orth‘s book Vulgar Favors: Andrew Cunanan, Gianni Versace, and the Largest Failed Manhunt in U.S. History.[2][4]

I normally don’t like to watch television shows with gun violence or based on real stories.  I used to but with the way things have gotten in this country, I don’t need it in my entertainment too.  This said, this was Darren Criss and Beth and I both have an appreciation for him ever since his role as Blaine on Glee.  While it was strangely delightful watching him dance around in a Speedo at one point, it was equally awful watching him murder people and be the kind of human being he was asked to be for this part.  At least they didn’t do the cardinal sin of showing the harming of a dog (physically.)  Ryan Murphy was at the helm of this production.  You could tell.  He knows how to do character development almost too well!  There were times as I was watching that I squirmed, felt a great awkwardness with watching Darren as Andrew being a sociopath and just never telling the truth.  I was physically uncomfortable, cringed and just felt so mortified for the people being portrayed that had once been alive and how Darren Criss’s character Andrew Cunanan destroyed them.

The last I saw of the show last night was the part that brought Beth and I both to tears and it was enough that I don’t know if I could watch anymore of the series.  It’s when he killed the young architect David Madson.  Ryan really put together a sequence for this that just really brought home the message that David was someone’s little boy once and he was dearly loved.   No matter how his Dad felt about David being gay, he loved him more than anything. 

Like I said, I don’t indulge and or relish watching gun violence in most everything now.  When the violent parts happened in the show, I kept saying to Beth, “this is why I like to watch baking and home decorating shows!”  I see someone being hurt, it’s like it’s happening to me.  This said, this scene I am sharing isn’t all about that.  It’s a painfully poignant scene where Andrew is gunning David down and in this process David is transported to one of his most special memories with his Dad.  He realizes he shouldn’t be there again but it brings him peace in the middle of yet another terrifying bit of time with Andrew and just before he dies:

American Crime Story Versace 2×04- Andrew kills David ( Ending Scene)

How do you smudge your soul after channeling someone like Andrew Cunanan?  I see young actors like Darren, Jonathan Rhys Meyers and others who take on these very dark aspects of human nature and I worry about them.  What is the aftercare for their soul after exposing it to such horror?  Even if it is “just pretend?”  I imagine it is probably therapeutic to some degree to be able to “let loose” of the shadow self.  I know when I’m allowed to really yell, scream or release anger I feel better afterwards but how do you bring things back to balance afterwards?  We’ve seen many instances of actors who just couldn’t get back to balance.  It’s very rare that someone can channel such a villain and not implode or explode afterwards.  People like Christopher Lee, Anthony Hopkins, Alan Rickman, Liam Neeson and Mads Mikkelsen don’t come along too often!

It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.
Frederick Douglas

Great article topic from the daily good to share!

http://www.dailygood.org/2018/07/05/the-practice-of-walking/this is one of the most important things in my sanity toolkit.  A 40 min walk is great therapy!

But the beauty is in the walking — we are betrayed by destinations. –Gwyn Thomas

 

The Practice of Walking

–by Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee & Hilary Hart, syndicated from heartfulnessmagazine.com, Jul 05, 2018

In the busy-ness of our contemporary life, we are drawn into ceaseless activity that often separates us from the deeper dimension of ourselves. With our smartphones and computer screens, we often remain caught on the surface of our lives amidst the noise and chatter that continually distract us, that stops us from being rooted in our true nature. Unaware we are drowned deeper and deeper in a culture of soulless materialism.

At this time I find it more and more important to have outer activities that can connect us to what is more natural and help us live in relationship to the deep root of our being, and in an awareness of the moment which alone can give real meaning to our everyday existence. Over the years I have developed a number of simple practices that bring together action and a quality of heart-centered attention, or deepening awareness, that can nourish our lives in hidden ways. These activities, like walking, cooking with love and attention, can reconnect us with the web of life, our natural interconnection with life in its beauty and wonder. They can help us ‘declutter’ our outer life and instead become rooted in what is simple and real. One of these practices, which combines action with awareness, is walking.


Walk as if you are kissing
the Earth with your feet.

—Thich Nhat Hanh


I have always loved to walk early in the morning, to sense the Earth at the beginning of a day, to feel Her pulse, Her beauty and magic, before thoughts and demands clutter my day. Waking early, I have a hot cup of tea, meditate in silence, and then, as soon as the first light comes, I walk down the hill to the road beside the wetlands where I live. Sometimes the frost is sparkling around me, sometimes the water is clouded with fog, an egret appearing white against the reeds. This is another time of silent meditation, walking, breathing, feeling the Earth. I try to be as empty as possible, just to be present in the half-light, aware of what is around me. Prayer, meditation, presence, awareness – these are just words for a practice that immerses me in a mystery we call nature. Here the sacred speaks to me in its own language, and I try to listen.

Now I live beside the wetlands, and the tidal water is part of this meeting, this communion. Other times, in other landscapes, it has been rivers and streams, the sounds of waterfowls’ wings, the dawn rising across meadows. Or in forests, a different bird chorus, animals skittering across the path, a deer and her young. Always it is a listening awareness, a deep receptivity to what is around me, an honoring of a world other than people. It is a remembrance of what is essential, elemental, and its nourishment carries me through the day. It is a return to the sacred, sensed and felt, without words or thoughts – a primal consciousness as if of the first day.

This is a practice that has been with me since my teens – when I first started to meditate I also needed to walk. It was not taught or learned, but came as a need, a way to be, an antidote to much of the world around me – a world of people and problems, demands and desires. When one foot follows the other and the day has hardly begun, it seems these demands cannot touch me, as if I am immersed in something simpler, more essential. Placing each foot on the earth is a practice, but a practice that comes from my own roots, not a book or a teacher. Later I came to hear it called “walking in a sacred manner,” and it is sacred, a return to what is sacred. But it also is deeper or more primal than any purpose. Nature speaks to me and I listen. Nature calls and something deep within me responds, and I just need to give it space. I am part of a life far greater than any ‘me’.



The Earth gives us sustenance: the air we breathe, the food we eat. She is generous in so many ways, even as we forget Her and abuse Her. But there is also this deeper nourishment, this invisible, intangible giving. My early morning walk is a communion – if I am receptive, it is a wine drunk deeply. It comes through Her landscape, moss dripping from the trees, white and pink blossoms welcoming spring, the cry of a sea bird. Those first rays of sunrise are always a blessing. I do not understand this with my mind, but my soul feels it, needs it. Once again we are back at the beginning, in that elemental world we never truly leave. Our present culture may have forgotten it, disowned it, covered it over, may pretend we no longer need this communion, but my soul and my feet know otherwise. This is the landscape of the soul as much as it is the wetlands stretching towards the ocean. But it is also any landscape we walk. A walk on city streets is made of the same elements: feet touching ground, the rhythm of walking, breathing, the same sky overhead, the wind touching the face.

I would like to say it is easy, but so often I have to remember to reconnect, to empty the clutter of the coming day from my mind, my everyday thoughts. I have to stay in a place of awareness, sense my feet, feel the air, listen. I have to remember that I am not separate but part of everything around me. I have to push aside this great myth of separation, the great untruth. We are the air we breathe, the earth we touch, the same one life, alive in so many ways. We are the Earth awakening in the early morning, just as we are the buds breaking into color in the spring. To be fully alive is to feel how we are part of this embracing mystery. My morning walk is a remembrance, a reconnection, experienced in the body and felt in the soul.


So often I have to remember to reconnect,
to empty the clutter of the coming day from my mind,
my everyday thoughts.
I have to stay in a place of awareness,
sense my feet, feel the air, listen.
I have to remember that I am not separate
but part of everything around me.


Walking Practice


Walking reinforces our connection to the Earth, one step at a time. Attuning to the rhythms of one’s feet, the swaying of one’s arms, the in and out of breath, the ways walking moves us through time and space, helps develop this relationship, reminding us consciously and unconsciously just how much a part of nature we are. Nature is cyclic and rhythmic, and walking – when we are not focused on where we are going – attunes us to this non-linear reality.

Walking practice is perhaps best begun alone, when the intimacy of nature’s communication can be sensed without distraction. Just as when we meet a lover in the early part of a relationship, we do not want to share that meeting with others. Choose a time when you can be alone, when listening, hearing, and sensing can take place. Perhaps the start or the end of the day, before life’s clamoring takes hold or after it lets go. Lunchtime or an afternoon break from work might be more difficult, but if that is the time available, then make sure the walk is long enough for you to let go of work thoughts or tensions of the day.

Turn off the cell phone, or better yet, leave it at home or the office. There is a way that the vulnerabilities that come with being alive have been squelched by our daily-life safety tools, like cell phones. If you can be without the protection and constant access they provide, try it. Social media will not miss documentation from your walk.

Find a park or a path through quiet woods if you can. Let the rhythm of your steps soothe your mind and create a space for listening. Feel how your feet connect with the earth, how the air moves through your lungs. Follow your attention as it is drawn inward and outward both – to the inner movements of your body and to the feeling of warmth or cold, the sight of birds, the sound of a distant plane. Let your thoughts and impressions move through and out, as part of the natural rhythm of walking. Just as we come back to the breath in silent meditation, return your attention to your feet and their meeting and letting go of the ground.

Commit to walking every day if you can. Walk without expectation, with an attitude of openness and gratitude. If you feel a longing inside you – a need to connect, a desire to be closer to nature – let it motivate and guide you.

The nineteenth-century existential philosopher Søren Kierkegaard once wrote in a letter to his niece, “Every day, I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it.”


Syndicated from Heartfulness MagazineLLEWELLYN VAUGHAN-LEE & HILARY HART explore the contemplative, spiritual value of walking in Nature, and share with us a simple walking practice.

 

 

 

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