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Another Dream – “Awakening”

June 14, 2018

A Dream melded with Reality – Actually a bit daunting – but true!  Sometime late in May, 2018….

Since I broke my back there have been many residual effects physically that I deal with on a basis between me and God. So many emotions and set backs, so much to deal with physically and mentally. Yet I know many living souls must endure hardships.

The dream last night was the most predominant over me physically that I have ever had. It was terrifying. It almost kept me prisoner. I normally awake at 8AM, but on occasion 7 or 7:30. I couldn’t see the clock that has quietly ticked by my bed since mama gave it to me over twenty years ago.

When I lay down, I closed my eyes peacefully, exhausted. I began remembering the horror that beset my life so many years earlier.

My life had been one of unrest, confusion ,and pleasure melded together in a cocktail of alcohol – with some remorse, sadness; shaken with physical pain and turmoil.

The dream manifested in a home still in construction. The home itself was a giant maze of rooms and windows and people, and it was still being built. I was traveling with someone who gave me love and caused me grief simultaneously. Mixed with memories of past and what seemed the present, we spent time with people who seemed nice but had motives beyond the purity of my mind. It seemed as if the entire place was a nest of normal looking people who were scarred or playing games of sex and violence.

My traveling companion and I parted often while in this house, as the hostess was showing me the projection in the continuous building of the house. He disappeared and appeared frequently enough not to be unsettling.

She showed me the biggest room being built. It faced a prison, both with men and women.
You could see them though an iron fence clearly – walking and being lead here and there. Suddenly officers burst into the room and told the woman she would need to close up all windows facing the prison. The next few minutes were confusing and filled with the bustle of officers and strange faces confronting one another.

I knew it was time to go. I did not want to be there anyway. I thought someone I had believed to be in the prison was with my animals, which was disconcerting. I was compelled to find out for sure. That was the purpose of the trip. It was then the companion appeared. He had been having sex with many of the women. I swallowed hard but surprisingly I was not hurt. I just wanted to leave.

I knew this had happened and I told my companion “We need to leave.” He hemmed and made excuses to keep stopping on the trek. We made our way through the rooms and I politely said “Goodbye, I am leaving.” He chose to come but stopped along the way and was engaged in sex with both genders now. It was a sickness. There were excuses made. His spirit had left him exiting through indulgences. There was no excuse to me for the illicit behaviors.

I was ready to go, sitting in a long blue vehicle that was open and only had two bench seats. It was more like sitting in a futurist ride at a fairground, but it was sitting next to others similar, in nature. No wheels, no steering. He said he needed to do something before we left. I sat.

Then I got up and looked and he was sexually interacting with several men. I had to leave, only to find myself wondering from place to place in what seemed like a number of stores with cobblestone walk ways. I saw a mix of others…some of his kind – those he had known, and many who were in my position. I was exhausted and sat down to get off my feet. They had begun to be numb again, tingling and painful.

I heard music, rather a loud rhythm to music, like a drum in the distance getting louder. All I wanted to do was get out of there. Before I could leave someone brought my traveling companion and said he had caring for him. He had been in a fight and my fraudulent friend was in a state of permanent brain damage, and would be there laying down forever. He was still with eyes closed. It was better. I told him I could not take him and I could not stay. The man nodded.

The next thing I remember clearly was thinking I needed to move and get out of there. I opened my eyes and tried to move. I was in bed laying on my side and my feet wouldn’t move….its happened before for a moment upon waking, but this time it seemed my arms, (one by my side, and one overhead) wouldn’t move. I tried to keep my eyes open, but they began to close and I was in the dream again, with the drumming loud now. I closed my eyes and felt absolute fear.

I tried again to open my eyes, or to move, and though they opened and I was cognizant of wanting to move, they closed again and I couldn’t. I was frozen in that position, literally frozen, but my mind knew I had to move. I thought of calling the dog to awaken me, but words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. I was terrified now. My eyes closed again and I knew I was returning to this place – but I knew I must not do so. I did briefly, then startled myself trying to awake.

I turned to God now as I always do and asked for help. As He always does, in one way or another, He made me know I was going to move. He never leaves me but asks only that I call upon Him for help.

I moved my my arm above my head and wiggled my fingers. I worked my eyes until they stayed open, and began to force my back to turn and my legs to move. It was terrified to be frozen in real time. Terrified. It was not a dream now….I had passed from a state of unconscious life not under my control…. I was coming back. I moved my arm now that was at my side, and used it to help turn me to my back. I felt the sting of pain, and a push behind me.

 

When I first moved, I felt I wanted to return to the place I had just been…I had not gotten the task of finding my dog and my friend completed. That wasn’t it. I somehow wanted, in part, to return. But I was horrified at the thought of laying there unable to moved and with my mind and body fully in another place – one that was filled with fear and one that took the purity of my mind and held it captive.

My eyes wanted to close, but only God could keep them open. The thought of Him empowered my movements and I turned to my other side, forcing my legs and feet to move with me.

I took a breath and abruptly sat and then with feet still not under my control I stood and moved quickly to keep my presence. I ambled down the hallway, saw the dog laying in the kitchen, and he lifted his head and looked at me. Somehow he senses when I am in peril and I was still terrified. I moved from room to room awakening those frozen limbs, my eyes now fully opened.

I was beyond that place and wandering from room to room, until fully separated. I knew I had to write this dream, as I do many dreams, and begin to live in this world again. This struggle with my body movement and breaking loose was not a dream. I feel I am to reiterate – “Time is of the essence. Move, be alive and choose wisely.”

Minutes passed and I asked the dog to sit on the bed next to me, which he eagerly did, as I reached for this laptop to record the nights events and the exit from one real world to the other.

My exit is complete now and I feel exonerated from the night. I was not deluded with alcohol or other drugs when I said good night to my husband and switched off the light.

I am fully awake now. I don’t want to go to that place again. It has nothing for me. I stopped writing for a moment, stretched my neck and turned and looked at the clock. One hour has passed since the trauma of awakening and movement began. It feels good to be able to stretch and move. I am scarred but alive – I never want to be taken away like that wherein I am “almost” unable to return.

 

Many of my dreams are imprinted in my memories for years in my conscious state, though I have never been trapped like that in one before. I do not want to experience that again. My dreams will continue.  This dream has meaning for many to draw from..with understanding and motivation..

Before I could post this, my dog jumped off the bed in panic. I rushed to the backslider and opened it and he proceeded to throw up from the beginning of the patio to the edge of the grass.
Far-fetched I know, but looking at the mess to clean up. I thought he took the remnants of the horrible feelings I had on this bed, in escaping this dream, and he vomited them up .

He feels better now, and so do I.

I have thanked God for the power He bestows upon anyone, no matter what his or her history, for just believing. I have asked and pleaded all my life for things. It would be so remiss of me not to remember to praise and thank God for His power in my life.

I want to dream of flying again. For this awakening I press towards what remains of my living days on this planet earth as a human being. I am grateful.

A Dream

February 8, 2018

I had a dream, and then another and another – night after night, month after month, year after year. Years turned to decades and I found myself dreaming, still.

Life changed the dreams from beautiful flights of fancy to tears sometimes. Everything in my waking hours turned to dreams. All memories bound together by darkness and restless eyes.

Dreams turned to acknowledgements, wisdom, wishes and the still hope lay in the path to fly again. I saw the future of the core of humans still aspiring, and of those who lost their way. I saw minds turn to stone and move like robots over the dying planet.

I had a dream. All the youthful errors were brought to light and the heart of my heart shone above all others on the browning planet. He was stable and like a rock. He was true, and I was his child and Spiritual friend. All others dissipated like fog in late morning.

I was old and disabled. I passed by a woman who scowled and resented everything. I told her to try to smile. I told her it would make all easier and love would come to her.

I watched young and robust and healthy young woman pivot and turn, with grace and ease. I cried for the exchange of freedom in movement to truth coming. I knew.

I dreamed of the multilevel domes they called stacks. I could see everything outside from within.
Across the glass bridge, everything was transparent and I ran and skipped across it and back to the dome.

Within the confines, which felt limitless, I found myself turning like the tiny ballerina on the music box, again and again I moved with the music in my mind. I spun around the top level of the dome, never faltering, never less than steady. When I stopped I looked at the sky outside and knew I would fly again soon.

“If I could just remember how”, I thought. “I would gently lift, and with my head tilted towards the sky I would put my arms back beside my body. then back further, with fingers together and hands relaxed, still parallel to my body, but behind it now, I would pick up speed and gentle altitude – between the old buildings, now higher in the sky.
Above the empty cities, turning with arms out to my side, above the mountains, above where the green and blue once joined in gentle landscape.”

I remember once I lifted and rose and left the earth.  I flew over the pasture.  I looked down and I was above the goats and cows, and the small farmhouse.  I could smell the fresh green grass and hear the creek below.  I could feel the breeze.  I don’t remember how I came back to my body, but there I lay, still awake in the bed. I listened to the barking of dogs. There were no drugs, no alcohol, yet I had, while fully awake, tasted freedom –  from a time I was restricted to bed to heal from injuries when I had been hit in my car.  I think it was a gift to still my restless heart and strengthen my faith.

I knew I would someday remember again. I was there already within my mind. I flew over small institution cubes where the workers could be monitored, and the core of the common man now lived. Everything had changed. I could see it was near the time.

I lived my life and learned all of it. I did not choose an easy end. I fulfilled my time with grace and still a soft heart.

I awoke and was glad my dreams had finally left me. For so many years in waking hours my mind lived in both the awake world and the dream world. I could not forget either.
But I was meant to learn my lessons and I was tenacious and hungry still for adventure.

I slept and dreamed. I awoke and the light was brilliant. I had seen so many faces in the walls, and floors. I could not be alone and awake, and daydream for a moment that the faces of multitudes did not appear to me.

I was glad to forsake my day on planet earth. I was glad to give up the freedom and treacheries of my dreams. I was glad to be without form in Spirit alone. I knew I was dead. I was finally “as it should be”; as it will be for all – as it is destined to be.

The sky was blue. The stars were really diamonds shining in rainbows of colors, and I could rest and bounce from cloud to cloud. I saw Spirits that had left me. I knew there were Spirits to come. I saw the Man of Sacrifice and Love, and He was the light, and His father still watched over it all. I knew it had been worth it all and I could not recall the time of pain and suffering.

I felt snuggled in love, embraced with truth. I could fly again. Home at last.

I awoke.

Exposed – Brad and Angelina

January 29, 2018

For anyone who may have thought this post might have been about someone being naked, or caught in “a situation” – SORRY!  Also, I just used Brad and Angelina’s names to get your attention!  They aren’t mentioned in the post, so if it is only them you are looking for, best stop reading and move on…and have a great day!

This is a wholesome post with some old wives tales exposed, and other things too! By the way, if you question if I am an old wife, I’ve been married 30 years – does that count?

Enjoy.

A hearty breakfast of sausage (or bacon), eggs, and buttered toast will help your husband prepare for the day – whether is work is physical or mental or both!

A lie. That is probably what is clogging your husbands arteries and may, indeed, cause him a fatal heart attack in the future.
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All millennials are not spoiled, self-fish, thoughtless and shallow brats.

A lie. There are many “quieter” millennials who have all the qualities of an adult child you would work and hope for in their futures. Once again the media has shed bias and light on those millennials who are not full of hope – but seem rather hopeless. Remember: there is always hope.
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If you let a dog lick your wound, it will help to heal it because their saliva and tongue have healing properties.

Sorry, not true. There are no healing properties in letting the dog lick you – unless you like it and you feel deep down, it may help. What helps is the sedative like feeling you get when something loves you unconditionally, and would do anything for you…like lick a wound.
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If you dump grease down the sink you should run hot water.

A lie. Run cold water so the grease will not clog the pipes. If you run hot water and fail to get all the grease down, when it cools – it clogs.
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If you are a Christian you automatically forgive someone if they have done something terrible to a member of your family and/or friend.

A fallacy. Christians have the same protective nature all humans do….they are “supposed” to forgive – but often it takes a lengthy period of time to do so. Sometimes forgiving is impossible. That does not mean they aren’t Christians. It means they are human. God knows hearts.
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If you are using a recipe that calls for buttermilk, and you don’t have any, you can use vinegar in the milk instead. Not a lot, 1/2 – 1 tablespoon.

True
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If you are out of toothpaste you can brush your teeth with baking soda.

True. It works. Kind of tastes nasty but its better than hemorrhoid cream. DON’T ASK.
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If you don’t have shampoo or are short on time, use corn starch to clean your hair.

True. Just drop pour on top, then bend down and pour more. In that position rub it through you hair as if it was water. Then shake it out and brush. (Of course be over something that catches the corn starch that falls…like a sink, outside, or standing on newspapers.
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You can use make-up and vitamins longer than the label says you can.

True. When you think you are done with a product, open it and pour it into a container wherein you can still use it. When corporations tell you not to use it – that is a ploy so you will trash it and buy more. As far as vitamins – if they are hard pills they are fine. If they are fluid or in a capsule that melts in your mouth, test one. SMELL what is inside. Your nose will tell you what to do.
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If you think you will have a wonderful day, barring a catastrophe, you will!

TRUE. The day is in your mind. No matter what happens to you, your response is 100% your choice. In hard times there are lessons to be learned. That does not mean you need to be miserable. As ye thinketh, so shall ye be….CREATE A WONDERFUL DAY! Love one another!
I THINK YOU CAN!

PAIN, WORLD PROBLEMS, AND A WAY TO SURVIVE!

January 21, 2018

Totally believe we have choice one hundred percent of the time. “The best anesthesia against pain is your mental power. If you identify yourself more with God and less with the body.”..……You can survive anything and be happy!

“Be mentally apart from pain; develop more strength of mind. Be tough within. When you are feeling pain, inwardly say to yourself, “It doesn’t hurt me.” When a hurt comes, recognize it as something to be cared for, but don’t suffer over it.”

We can help heal our bodies with the power of our minds.  We will find peace beyond understanding if we fill that empty space in our hearts with God.

We need to remember to have FUN and really take time to LIVE!

Time is of the essence.   Fill the air with love and don’t forget to listen and watch…miracles are all around us if we just open our hearts and eyes.

You may think what is happening in the world is terrible and out of control. It may APPEAR you have no choices. You ALWAYS HAVE THE CHOICE of how to react to what happens in your corner of the world. Do the best you can in “your” world, remember to love and forgive, and be honorable in your actions.

One word, one deed, one moment could make a change in someones life and then the domino effect begins….one human, one heart at a time.

Current events and Aliens

January 17, 2018

The only thing I can say about the thirty-eight minutes of hell Hawaiians faced day before yesterday is I am 100% relieved it was a HUGE error! In my heart, I do not believe that the leader of any country with nuclear weapons wants to start a war that could destroy his or her own country.

Have a beloved son, daughter, and granddaughter living in the islands. It must have been terrifying for all residents.

In the late 50’s and early 60’s citizens of the United States were building bomb shelters and children were practicing “duck and cover” in schools, in case of an attack.

The ONE GOOD thing I think this may have done is make people pay a bit more attention to being at least being somewhat prepared with water, food, and a plan for all family members….
I think being prepared is like having insurance. Hopefully you will never need to make a claim, but if you do – you will be covered.
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As far as the President being accused of a “potty-mouth” I feel there is something to consider.
There was only one Democrat at the meeting, and he is the accuser. Two others at the meeting have said they do not remember him saying anything like that! We probably will never know for sure. Go to a liberal site, he did. Go to a conservative site, and he didn’t.

I acknowledge our President is often brash and brutally honest, but he is NOT the first president by far to do and say regrettable things while in office! He is human. We are all humans.
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Japan had an alert go off inadvertently today – but was corrected in 5 minutes.
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Are aliens here?

There came an alien race to earth, intent on conquering all, and the name of the alien race, is alcohol”

These aliens are slowly taking over the entire planet by disguising themselves as alcohol.

Soon almost all will be so addicted they will have no need to worry. Those who protest will be in such few in numbers, their own human race will subdue them.

Then the invaders will turn into the “real” aliens, and will have the earth, and all humans to themselves. The humans will be slaves, bound to alcohol forever ……and they conquered the planet without a fight!

Now that is an interesting little word “ditty”. Thought provoking, eh…….

 

 

 

I REMEMBER….

January 9, 2018

The difference between positive thoughts and negative ones…is simply a word or two.

Rather than mentioning how much I MISS specific things, as an optimist I will say instead, I have WONDERFUL MEMORIES of things. It is so easy, but we get in the habit of using negative words and phrases, and our minds, being brilliant learning machines, places the words used into thoughts and feelings.

Today I would like to share memories of things I treasure. I will hope and pray that the children of today, though perhaps unable to enjoy the exact memories, will have exceptional memories of their own as they grow into adults.

I remember sitting in a tree when I was eight or so, and I enjoyed the sound of the birds and the big clouds mixing together before a storm. I ate so many tart green apples it did make me ill for a bit – but worth every moment I had sitting in that tree.

I remember how the sound of a train made me feel warm and think of places in the country and the thrill when the engine operator saw me and tooted his long horn. The sound still makes me stop and think….

I remember laying in the grass and listening to silence, while clouds configured into animals and faces, and wonderful things.

I remember riding my bike with my sister to the high school in the evening. There was no fear, no helmet, and no restriction to be home before dark. We dropped our bikes and changed into swimsuits and jumped into the pool. I loved to do a headstand in the water – legs straight as a board.

I remember walking on a downed tree with my cousin on the end of it, pushing it up and down to see if he could shake me off. We laughed and smiled and then went fishing on the river in Kings Canyon.

I remember seeing so many butterflies when the flowers came into bloom. A butterfly would flutter by…The bees came round too when the flowers were in bloom, another memory of joy.

I remember going to a camp where my brother and sister and I floated candles on little lily pads made of cardboard as a show of our faith in Jesus. The lake was brilliant with the light of so many that night.

I remember being scolded at that camp because I let a boy kiss me lightly on the lips. It is not the scolding that brings a fond memory, but because I liked the boy – it was the kiss!

I remember always, with my family, sharing laughter and song. Often we broke into song for no particular reason. We still do.

I am joyful and grateful I was born with something inside my heart than always finds a way to smile and be positive. I believe I was born to love, and in turn, I have been given love by so many people along the way.

I remember as a young adult someone told me “I have the cracklings of a healer” – which to me is wonderful. I want others to feel their hearts almost explode with joy, and their bodies and minds to heal..I want them to KNOW and use the power of the Spirit within.

I am living, thirty years now, with a man who kept his promises…and still does.

Fireflies, bonfires, a church bell ringing, children giggling, the feel of a baby laying on your chest-your heartbeat and the infants heartbeat, the dog laying upside down, sleeping and snoring, the unity of loved ones when Spirit leaves a body, the faith that keeps you going even when it seems impossible, the movement of the foot when a piece of music begins and that rhythm awakens the body and prods it to get up and dance just for fun, a sunset on the beach with sand sifting between your toes, the sunrise in the pines when the smell of coffee and the sound of crackling bacon awakens you, the colors as leaves turn from green to red and drop off of the trees, the dogs jumping in a pile of leaves you just raked up, a child’s eyes as he sits up in a bathtub, after showing you he can put his head under water, the parents gathered together to watch the soccer game with the young children beginning to hone skills in physical challenges, the bravery of a young soldier when he comes home with only one leg and works to begin again, holding hands, a good movie that leaves you smiling and feeling elated, the smile of someone you don’t know sitting next to you in stopped traffic, the look someone you love gives you when they shine eyes upon you, and you know they love you, and oh so very much more……all the miracles of the moments, the days, the months, the years.

THIS IS my year of GRATITUDE for all the memories, and all the wonderful moments of life to come – NO MATTER WHAT!

I pray this will be the beginning of a new and beautiful year for you too! REMEMBER there are a few ways to make it happen.
No matter what happens keep in mind you ALWAYS have a choice in how you respond; make it a positive response.
Prayer works so use it. (Even if you question this, try one prayer a day and see what happens!)
Wake up and say, “This is going to be a very good day.” Turn around potentially bad incidents into a learning scenario, and move forward.
Think before you speak. As ye think, so shall ye become.
Be a better listener.
Love one another – and FORGIVE. We all make mistakes.

 

 

 

 

 

Movie Reviews

January 9, 2018

I began this post simply to remind all of us that the things we see and hear, AFFECT our brains, our thoughts and actions.  Young minds need to be fed the best of the best….particularly in this day and age.  Don’t fall into the pit allowing these minds to just watch whatever is on television or the computer.  You wouldn’t hire a babysitter that had the characteristics of some of the people in hollyweird’s productions.  Don’t allow garbage to be fed to anyone in the family.

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“Brimstone”- brutal, sadistic, child abuse, rape, sexual abuse of women and children. The man was representing a preacher, thusly giving bad vibes to religion – physical violence – tongues removed, hangings, cruelty, prostitution, murderer incest-obsessed pervert associating violence with sex. Released this year. Denmark origin, “western- horror”…..2 1/2 hours of unrelenting…..CRAP you wouldn’t feed to a pig!

“Jungle” – an exciting true adventure of surviving the Bolivian jungle alone. The cast will be unknown to you, as it was to us, but it held my husband and my attention the entire time. I would recommend this for almost everyone that is thirteen or older.

“Temple Grandin” – Claire Dane is an amazing actress portraying a young woman with autism.
This is an HBO movie, and one we happened upon accidentally. It is a surprisingly heart-warming true story, and opens a door to a bit of knowledge about the subject of autism. Kept our attention and opened our eyes to the struggles of a mother of an autistic child, and the success this child earned.

 

Just One of Those Days…..

November 29, 2017

P1010010Yesterday was just one of those days you spend more time recovering and working to take care of business when you just want to run away….When you should be paying attention to important things – like playing with the puppy!

Away from all the politics, the news, the dissension between peoples, and all the pain life brings to us over the years. I am going to apologize for yesterday’s post because I read it to my husband last night. He is always interested in what I’ve written. As I read it I realized it was
“scattered” – my writing was not up to what I feel it should be, by now!

My opinions were true, but if I am going to voice opinions I cannot do it when I am upset or in great pain. It besmears my thinking.

I fell again two days ago. Not being able to feel most of my feet when I walk is difficult, and sometimes the remnants of drop foot take over. Basically I fell backwards landed on my left wrist and fanny, then my head fell back and slammed hard into the kitchen cabinets. Actually I put my wrist down to break the fall so I wouldn’t land flat on tile on my back. That could have really damaged an already fused back. It worked – just “tweeked” it a bit.

Still I was in immediate pain (nothing broken), with a radical headache. That night I iced everything and sat still trying to get to a position that didn’t hurt.

God is good. The next morning I was stiff like a board, but ready to roll…the mind is a great healer…as the Bible says, “Physician heal thyself.”

So what I want to say is GOOD MORNING brothers and sisters. Good morning to one and all.
We can only affect those in the circle of our own lives. We cannot turn sour and hard because a few are screaming about everything.

Today I am going to concentrate on all the wonderful and happy things in life. If I start to turn a corner to worry or anger, I am going to stop and take a deep breath or two, and just say “Thank you God – let me begin again this moment. I am going to stay on the straight and narrow of changing the world, one person at a time.

I am going to prioritize my “list” of to do’s and let all the rest be in on the desk waiting for their turn!

Lastly I will say, don’t put your family in harm’s way to “buy, buy, buy”! Black Friday, Cyber Monday, Giving Tuesday, and soon other days dedicated to keeping the people poor while making a few others rich. Be wise. Happy fun and love each other….doesn’t cost a thing!

 

 

God Morning!

October 6, 2017

It felt good to “speak my peace”. It is still an open venue to voice an opinion, at least for the time being.
As I sit here feeling the blessed cooler air and hearing the soft ring of chimes that move with the wind, I want to say, “God Morning”…I want it to be a God filled morning and day.
In writing I released what I know to be a mutual opinion, standing with many millions of people who have little voice in what is happening today. We are the peasants. I say that with no sorrow or anger, it is just the way it is – and I am a happy one! Happy beyond belief the majority of my life. It is a blessing to still be able to recognize the beauty of the earth we live upon, and the magnificence of the stars in the sky above.
I am an American. I love the essence of America, the lands, the individual peoples who live in the different areas, and the diversity of our people. The thing I feel about America that is different than any other country in the world is that for all my life, I have seen, when time is of the essence, ALL AMERICANS JOIN HANDS together, pray together, and work together for the good of America! There has been no division or devise plans when diligence and teamwork are needed to keep America free, and its people melding together for strength, healing and peace.
It has been that way ALL my life, and I want it to remain the same.
The only thing that has changed is the media driven panic and pressing onto any story that will ultimately make money! If we were NOT infringed upon by the madness of the media, we wouldwe would NOT come unhinged when faces of the FEW discontent citizens make a statement, albeit at the wrong time and place, whilst there are millions upon millions who are working side by side, living side by side, and trying to make amends for those mistakes ALL human beings make at one time or another.

Anger begets anger, violence begets violence, and love and peace…..begets love and peace.

If people want to change things then it will begin in the individual core of each person’s spirit.
DO NOT watch or read or listen to the inflammatory things the media presents each moment of the day. I challenge you to go just four days (and nights) without paying attention to the rhetoric presented us that creates discontent, worry, negativity or anger from within us.

If you pray, drop to your knee and humbly ask our Great Spirit (the proper name, if you read the Bible, is Jehovah) – to let the Holy Spirit fill us with love and graciousness. Ask for kindness and humility, and live your moments the best you can in the next four days, breathing and moving in love and peace.

I will offer you a “MONEY BACK GUARANTEE” (oh wait, I don’t get paid – haha) – that in these four days, if you meet the challenge, you will find an amazing four days upon you! The only other thing I suggest is that when you feel ANY negative feelings or worry, take a breath and say to yourself, “NOPE. Not going to wreck my peace and happiness….it will all work out some way!” Then exhale the negative thoughts into oblivion and begin again.

People always want to know why I am so happy…..well, beyond teaching stress management and relaxation techniques, I actually use them! God has given us soooooooo many gifts from within if we just use them! Breathing exceptionally good breaths will also create natural pain killers from within. The TRICK is…….like any habit we get into…..you must believe they will work.

Don’t forget – “money back guarantee!” SMILE just because it will make you feel better. Do not worry, if there is any dire emergency, it will find its way to you – don’t look – LIVE! I love you all! My husband asks how I can love people I don’t know? Easy – we are all brothers and sisters and members of the human family. We all cry, bleed, laugh, and some of us even laugh until our gut hurts! Just sayin’……….

(no I didn’t proof, so fire me! Lord I feel silly today!)

Pain

August 4, 2017

What happens when the pain is so bad that suddenly you think for a moment “I can’t can’t handle this. The pain is too much!”

Everyone says – “You can handle it – learn to deal with the hand you’ve been dealt. We all have to deal with pain…that’s life!”

Well……..those words are entirely true, but what I say today is “Phewy! Aarrghh! Crappola!
PLEASE don’t preach to the choir! Leave that to God.

We all do have to deal with pain and it sucks. What particularly sucks is that no one else on the planet, even if they have practically the same injury or problem, can understand your pain!
No one can jump right into your shoes, though many really kind and good hearted people (who have possibly dealt with lots of pain in his or her life) may sincerely try. It just isn’t happening.

It is YOUR pain, and yours alone. I can’t even describe the pain that almost left me unable to put any weight on my right ankle this afternoon. It didn’t last a lengthy time, like the pain that has become my constant companion from by back exploding. I guess you could say I am used to that pain. It varies in intensity, but shows up regularly each day, sometime after I put weight on my little frame of bones.

I tell you, God made the human body so strong and resilient that it never ceases to amaze me. During a lifetime I have participated in, or seen an ocean of pain from multiple sources….and yet people have healed, as best is possible with time and a bit of concentrated work.

Of course when you break that rare crystal bowl that sat on the table, even though you fixed it professionally…it will always have a weakness. It may look fine sitting on the table, but perhaps with time someone will put too much weight on it, or be careless handling it, and the bowl could succumb to that one incident of tragedy, then it hit the floor!

The human body is much stronger than the bowl. When I was in my twenties it seemed as if I challenged the endurance and healing power of the body, mind and spirit – simultaneously! I think that is still known as “partying”. Thank you God for your grace and in your undeserved mercy… I survived “myself”!

I sit down to write just a paragraph or two and it always winds up to be something I could just keep doing on. I love to write – I actually love to share life in this way….experiences I’ve had, thoughts I have, experiences of others, and those moments that make life worth “going beyond the pain!….back to the point of this post.

What was the point? Something about pain………hahahaha! The number one way to handle pain is DIVERSON, and that is exactly what I did! It works! (I really hope you don’t have too much pain to handle. I know it sucks. But it is “do-able”.). I send love and healing vibrations- and I am not just saying that! Ask my husband. He says “How can you care about people your don’t even know?” Well, that is easy! I am human, aren’t you? We are all REALLY connected in that way. Besides, Jesus said to love one another, and I love Jesus! Makes sense, eh?

Hug yourself. I just hugged myself and I needed it! You deserve a good hug!

This is a post that hasn’t been checked for errors and is 100% spontaneous. I hope it was worthy of a read. At least it was free!