Friday, August 31, 2012

Ring of Fire: Edgar Cayce


3 - Cayce’s Time Clock

When Alaska became the forty-ninth state in 1959, it set the stage for the materialization of one of Cayce’s early earth changes, slated to occur between 1958 and 1998.
“The early portion,” Cayce had said, “will see a change in the physical aspect of the west coast of America”—and that certainly happened in 1964, with the continent’s worst quake ever.
Repercussions of that quake are still being felt, for as Current Science, a weekly science report, pointed out, the quake shifted mountains an average of five feet, lifted the sea floor as much as fifty feet, and raised the entire continent of North America a half an inch.
 
Its shock impact was even greater perhaps than Cayce had considered.
 “Tides surged eight feet higher than usual along coasts three thousand miles away. In Iran, the solid land rose and fell like a wave when earthquake waves passed through.”
Actually, the Alaskan quake was only the most dramatic in a series of drastic earth changes presaging far more sweeping destruction visualized for later this century. Cayce also saw dramatic risings and sinkings in the Mediterranean, as a prelude to catastrophe elsewhere, and the eastern basin of Mare Nostrum has briefly subsided, while the sea floor off Morocco spectacularly shot up 3300 feet.
 
Already, new land has materialized in both the Atlantic and the Pacific, as Cayce foresaw more than twenty years ago, and the most specific forecast on his time clock—a dramatic land rise where Atlantis once supposedly stood—may be just around the corner, if the Cayce time clock is on schedule. Psychics traditionally have foggy notions about time, even in otherwise precise predictions, but Cayce definitely fixed 1968 or 1969, for new land to appear in the Caribbean. 

For more:   http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/esp_cayce05_02.htm

Now check out the USGS real time map:  http://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/map/

Do you see a Ring of Fire?


Drones: Here, There, Everywhere

In and out!  That's how they fly.  Blink and they are gone.  Out!  No one expected to see a drone in a small rural airport. They began to wonder.  Why? 

Nearly everyone was talking about the dark operations going on throughout the countryside, with a heavy presence in western North Carolina around PARI (Pisgah Astronomical Research Institute).  Black helicopters, UFOs.  Some say it is the crystals in the mountains, other the clandestine government activity.  What was going on under PARI?  Why such secrecy?

To continue reading this story, please visit:   http://bethstillwell.blogspot.com/

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Should Have Stood

My sixth grade teacher had an expression for aspects of one's day we just didn't enjoy.

"I should have stood in bed, " he would say.

Dishwasher won't empty water, despite two attempts.  Did I mention I am baking?

The phone rings and I am annoyed just having discovered nothing inside the dishwasher is dried. It is full of water, too.   I shouldn't have been annoyed, but I was.  Didn't feel like talking.  In this process (baking and sponging, I lost my kitchen sponge). Clearly, it is in another dimension.

Have we talked about that?  Other dimension?  Funny how we look and look for something and it suddenly appears in front of us. 

Oh yea, I retraced my steps.  Went into the microwave and what do you think I found?  The SPONGE.  Pulling myself together, I put the new sponge away and finished cleaning off the counter.

The spicy pumpkin cookies are baking.  Soon I will frost them with a spicy pumpkin icing.  This is a good aspect of my day.  I will focus on the good.

                                                            :)

Monday, August 27, 2012

Out There

Standing by water's edge
Colors burst from the rocks
I almost missed them

A moment taken
when all is quiet
Eyes wide open





Deep waters, deep waters
The distant boat glides along
A warm feeling washes over me



I'm in love
With all that is
And bound to the waters

Forever





Sunday, August 26, 2012

Three days Of Bugs: A Grasshopper, Two Bees, And A Moth

 Bugs.  They are everywhere in my life   First there was the grasshopper sitting on the table outside:

Grasshopper:
Grasshopper teaches to take a leap forward in life and to trust in your own instincts and rhythms. Listen to your inner voice and let grasshopper guide you. He teaches patience to be bold and move with pride and grace. Grasshopper can teach the ability to take more chances and continue onward with persistence. He demonstrates the power of intuition, feelings, communication, awareness of surroundings and circumstances. Are you trusting your instincts and listening to your inner voice? It may be time to guard your exterior self and protect your emotions. Grasshopper medicine will show the balance between outgoing behavior and quite solitude. He demonstrates the skill of being courageous as well as taking flight when needed. His medicine lends stability and solidity to new endeavors. Grasshopper guides in the transformations of thoughts, ideals and perceptions as new spiritual insights are acquired.

Then two bee stings yesterday at a family barbeque.

Bees:
Busiest and most useful of insects so it is time to examine your own productivity in life (mentally, physically, spiritually), shows how to communicate effectively, teaches how to carry loads and ideas to make them productive, teaches concentration and empowerment with lightness and agility. Are you reaping the honey of life by your dreams and opportunities? Are you productive in your actions? Dedication, working with others and working hard will propel you towards your goals.

This morning, a moth got into my slacks:

Moth:
Moth teaches sensitivity to touch, smell, taste, intuition and physical/spiritual awareness, along with heightening sound and vibrations in this world and in others. Moth aids in the metamorphosis of your being. Which stage are you currently in; egg, larva, chrysalis or flight? Moth will help in each transition and show how to adapt to the new surroundings. He will teach you to find your own light as a beacon in the direction you should go. It is time to pay attention to your feelings to clarify your movement and discern what is real and not. Are you listening carefully to verbal and non-verbal cues,to what is and is not being said? Are you sensing the world around you? or sensing too much? Moth will teach how to be still, rest and listen and balance your being. In finding your own light clarity in the moment of darkness will be found and your sensitivity to Spirit increases.
Source:   http://www.starstuffs.com/animal_totems/dictionary_of_insects.html

September, a transitory month, reminds Scorpio to take a leap forward, gathering the nectar of life following the beacon onward.


Saturday, August 25, 2012

Bee Stings And Sleuths

A day with family couldn't be any nicer.  It started off with a little face coming into my room just after six a.m.

"Hello, Nana."

"Hi, sweetie."

"Can I get in?"

"Sure.  Need help getting up?"

Never ask a three year old if they need help.  He ambled his way up, right foot on the end table, left on the bed rails.  He wanted MY side.  He got MY side.

Later we enjoyed a family barbeque. While  I was helping a nineteen month old up a jungle gym set when it happened.  Instant pain.  Two places - wrist and thigh.  Same time.  But I had a job to do.  Ensure this little tyke met his buddy on the platform.  He did.

A quick trip inside the house, I applied baking soda to the afflicted area. This non-smoking crowd definitely wouldn't have cigarette butts, which take out the sting. It's an old fashioned natural remedy.  Find a  used cigarette butt, remove the tobacco, mix it with saliva. Apply it to the sting like a poultice.  As it dries, it draws out the venom from the bee.  It won't swell up as much.  Baking soda helped a lot.

Then one of my buddies said it.

"You took one for the team."

"Yellow jackets.  They even sprayed for them the other day," I said.

"Well, the good news the tyke made it to the platform. His Dad took over."

My three year old grandson and his little friend, a four year old, the inspector general,also met on the platform. They are on a scavenger hunt, looking for clues.  Plastic bag in tow, just in case. My grandson is an awe.

"I like him," my grandson said.

A proud moment.   And surrogate big brother with a huge imagination who is showing his new friend the ropes. His Nana stands near, caked in baking soda.

The hunt continues.




Friday, August 24, 2012

Fun At Nana's

Fun!  Nana's!  Isn't that the best.  Being a Nana is sheer delight.  Playing.  Cuddling.  Baking.  Nurturing.  And it isn't just the grands.  It is the whole family.  I love it.

Black Bottom (the mini-cupcakes) with a bread filling topped with cream cheese and chocolate chips.  This time, my special grand who loves cupcakes has cream cheese frosting (not shown in this picture). 

These are organic.  Organic eggs, sour cream, cream cheese, flour, butter, vanilla.  Lots of bread/batter mixture left over.  For another time.

Did you notice 'one' is missing?

Yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Thursday, August 23, 2012

I AM The Customer

Financial barons!  Wake up.  Enough of hiring too fire workers, enough of lack of training.  If you don't provide us the service we expect, well, you won't be a baron much longer.

I spent the first two hours of my day on the phone with my erstwhile insurance company.  The agent didn't know the policy.  So I placed a call, at their suggestion (they were too lazy to do it themselves) to the first of six people within the company.  I realized they put me in the wrong plan.  Another call to my insurance agent.  Yep, she had the right plan, but the erstwhile insurance company not only has my address wrong, they didn't put me in the plan I requested.  I am told that is fixed.

My health care provider wants a baseline test.  So, I am scheduled for one.  But, I want to ensure the testing service is in my plan.  IN NETWORK.  The long and short of it is (including a call to the hospital and the various departments within the hospital)... they don't know.  They say the hospital is IN NETWORK so that the various departments follow.

Give me a break.   I AM the customer.  Don't you forget it.

The Place

The waters roar
Washing, longing
To show me life

I ask the oceans
For balance
They say watch



Observe the stillness
Learn the lesson
Remember

I come to the place
Where I bear my soul
And listen

Tomorrow will be the same
And different
Be still

Hold the moment
It will change
Fast enough




The Numbers Game

My Dad died of hypertension.  Granted he was obese, never exercised, eat poorly.  He was just 67.

After my divorce, well, about five years after, my blood pressure started scooting up.  Finally, last year, I did something about it.  I went on a low dosage blood pressure medication.  The numbers dropped to normal.

I am quite aware of the dangers now.  But in the past year, at least the last six months, I don't feel well.  I feel nervous, anxious a lot of the time.  It is worse when I see a physician.

Yesterday, my numbers were dangerous high.  My new health care provider sat me down and said I had to start monitoring it.  She wanted the numbers.  She wanted to see me in two weeks. 

If you read this blog, you know I am a free spirit. But this time, I am taking it seriously.  So, after my visit, I left quite down.  A trip on the way home via a local pool, I did my laps.  Then I took my blood pressure at a local pharmacy. It was 40 points lower within a few minutes.

 I bought a digital blood pressure cuff - biceps kind.  My health care provider wanted that.  Apparently the radial ones are not so accurate. 

Last night I did the same thing - took several readings.  It went down.  A phone call from Garmin International...finally, I got my GPS working again.  I took my blood pressure and it went up 8 points.  This  morning while still in bed I took it again and it was in a most healthy range.  I still felt anxious and tense.  As I type this, I let out a huge sigh.  I haven't a clue what is going on.  But I am going to do something about it.

By the way, thanks Garmin guy, I did delete my comment on the blog.  Until you do it again:)

Thanks, health care provider.  I really like you.  I shall comply.  The diet is good, weight is fine.I am nixing the coffee, little as it is that I consume.  I am very sad about that.  I don't get it.  It is a numbers game.

Monday, August 20, 2012

I'm Over Here


I have come to a place
That heals and restores me
Inside and out
It has much to teach


The waves pull and push me
Can I will stand, will I fall
They call me

Let me cleanse you
And make you anew
Trust


Here...on the seacoast
I listen, the ocean has spoken
Not always so soft

It is time
Where do you want to go?
Listen, it's all here for you


The ocean washes
Nourishes
Releases

It's salt water refreshes
Encourages
I'm lighter now

I'm over here

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Beth Stillwell:Woman of Mystery!

The woman of mystery!

She unravels the raveling. Listens. Wonders. Examines.  She is psychic.  She is on ~

bethstillwell.blogspot.com

Catch her if you dare!

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Above Black

Former Air Force officer
communicated with grey aliens

By Mary Joyce, website editor
Above Black
Former U.S. Air Force Sergeant Dan Sherman blew the whistle on the government’s involvement with grey aliens in his book “Above Black.”
Though his regular Air Force duties were as an Electronic Intelligence Specialist, he also secretly worked for the National Security Agency (NSA) as an “Intuitive Communicator” with the greys.
At first he was excited to have been selected by the NSA, but eventually realized he was living the life of a prisoner.  He was watched and monitored all the time and couldn’t live a normal life.  His life of isolation was one of several reasons he eventually asked to be discharged from the military.  His request was denied.  He was told his work with the aliens would continue even if he left the military.  Without giving details, he made it clear he had to take extraordinary steps to get his military discharge.
When Sherman was recruited for a secret deep black project called “Project Preserve Destiny,” he asked why he was selected.  Here is the response from the captain/director of operations:
To put it bluntly, Sergeant Sherman, in the summer of 1960 your mother was visited by what the world commonly refers to as aliens. . . In a nutshell, you’ve been given an interesting ability through what we call genetic management.
In explaining Project Preserve Destiny, the captain said:
It was started in 1960 and was fully operational by 1963.  It was a genetic management project with the sole purpose of cultivating human offspring so that they would have the ability to communicate with the greys.  Your mother was initially abducted in 1960 for tests, then again in 1963 for the actual genetic procedure while you were in the womb. . .
Rest assured, you are 100 percent human.  Your conception was as normal as any other person’s.... All that I’ve been told is that your abilities will be needed in the future when all electromagnetic communications will be rendered useless.

The captain’s statements certainly show the government has worked in tandem with the greys for decades and directly or indirectly has been involved with alien abductions.  Sherman also reveals the government’s extensive efforts to cover up its alien involvement. 
Alien “SPOCK” and “BONES” Alien
During his stint with the NSA’s secret project, Sherman communicated with two emotionless aliens he dubbed “Spock” and “Bones.”
Sherman said they were totally in control of “conversations” and seldom answered his questions.  If they did, the answers were usually curt.  To make the “conversations” even more impersonal, they called him by the number 118.
Dan Sherman
Dan Sherman aka #118
   
Sherman was disappointed with how little information Spock and Bones revealed, but he did glean a few bits and pieces.
● “I learned that time, as we know it, does not have the same meaning for them.  They still age as we do, but they are not as bound by the physics of time as we currently are.”
● “When I asked if there was a God, he answered that it was not his place to answer that question.  But he said something like ‘the question you ask answers itself.’  It was all kind of obscure to place any concrete meaning to (it).  Based on what he was saying at the time, though, I do remember coming to the conclusion that there must be a ‘God’ that we all shared.”
● “He said they had visited cultures from time to time throughout our history.  None of the direct contacts they’ve initiated turned out well.  This is one of the reasons they are not ‘common’ visitors today.  However, he said that it was much easier to visit our people in the past than it is today.  They revealed themselves on many occasions in the past and even contributed to certain societies and their technologies. They learned much from the engaging of other people.  But since our technology has leap-frogged, the risk of revealing themselves on a worldwide scale, at this time, is not a worthwhile endeavor.”
● “According to Bones, there is a vast number of other ‘intelligences’ in the Universe.  I got the feeling when I asked this that he felt it was a dumb question.”
● “I had asked at one time if they had two sexes like we do.  The answer was yes.  It seems they procreate as well, but not in the same manner.  I didn’t go any further in my questioning, and he didn’t volunteer any more information.”
● “What little I got from the conversation was that they somehow use time and electromagnetic energy as a source of propulsion.”
● “Bones made me understand that their life spans are similar to ours, perhaps even shorter.”
● “He told me that our sun was very unique and that someday we would understand how it really worked and how we could utilize the same methods they use but on a smaller scale.  He said our scientists have just begun to understand how the sun can be used as a source of energy for our future needs.”
Though this information from Spock and Bones is interesting, Sherman grew tired of being treated like a laboratory rat that was being studied and trained. That became the second reason he asked to be discharged from the military.  The third reason hit closer to home when he was required to study or somehow evaluate alien abductions.
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“I finally came to the conclusion, after reporting over 20 apparent abduction scenarios, that I wanted no part of the program any longer,” he explained.  “Although I had no reason to believe anyone was being maliciously harmed, I did get a feeling that the abductions I was reporting were part of some sort of higher calling and the feelings of the people involved took a back seat to that calling.  I couldn’t help but think about my mother and what she possibly went through during the genetic management of Project Preserve Destiny.”

Source:  skyshipsovercashiers.com

Thursday, August 16, 2012

More Beautiful Than

Ever once in a while a piece of music comes along that moves me beyond words. This is how I experience Rose Hill Suite by the inimitable Steve Dorff.  He was in my graduating class.  So very talented, so very focused, even in the late 60s.

Please enjoy it ~

http://stevedorff.com/

Steve has written so many beautiful pieces.  Check out his site.  I will be painting watercolors to this music.  Soon.

And thank you, Steve.  For all the beauty.

Seacoast colors

In early spring, I drove to Dillard, Georgia, not too far from the mountain home.  My search included finding a relatively cheap end table.  I was quite open to what I might find.

Originally, it was a dull beige.  I repainted it a cream color to go with my guest room.  It worked wonderfully in the other house. The room had soft, mint green walls.  It was lost in a white walled apartment.  So...


I added some paint.  Voila!

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Regal Cinema: What Next ~ A Pat Down?

I love theatre!  Film.  But an outing today has really upset me.  Now nearly everyone knows about the murders in the movie theatre in Aurora, Colorado a few weeks ago.  I didn't much appreciate being subject to a purse check after I paid for a ticket.  The manager says there is a small print statement about this by the ticket office.  Small print.  Tantamount to lying.  Our mothers taught us well.  I didn't see it.

So they check purses, handbags, backpacks.  They say they also look to ensure no one is bringing food into the theatre.  They would rather us have junk - carbs, sweet drinks.  Not food.

Well, I loved the film I saw.  Loved it!  I did not love the intrusion.  No where did they check for shoulder weapons, or those tied to the legs or arms. 

What next ` a pat down?

It will be a long time til I return to the theatre.  Apparently  lots of others feel the same way.  If the theatre is concerned about OUR welfare, they will hire police officers inside the theatre showings.  And, they won't charge us for it, either.  They will built it into doing business as usual.


Garmin Nuvi 255W

Disappointment.  Frustration.

Despite paying $99 to update this GPS, the downloads are problematic.  Always.

So I go online and the site asks questions I do not have the answers to.  It rejects my entry.  Twice.  Well, twice is more than enough.

This time, I try the phone.  Of course, it will cost me about $20 in cell phone charges to find out why the service I paid for doesn't work.  Another 15-20 minute wait on the phone is impossible.  I wait.  Product Support. Are you kiddin me? Yea, if you have the morning to dedicate to this. I don't.  I won't.  I didn't need this device anyway.  Maps work just fine.  More expenses.  More products. Keep it simple. 

I know who the 'stupid' one was.  Live and learn.  But I got it.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Fire

Coral sand fills the long shores. Tiny, crumbling, rocky islands represented in grayish blue, pink, beige and a deeper coral line the water's edge. The sky was full of rapture, no doubt reflecting a stormy day in my family. I'll probably do another rendering of it with softer colors.

The photograph I took just under this is typical of the New England seacoast.  Lots and lots of granite. Granite is an igneous rock.  Igneous rocks were a result of fire.  Wikipedia tells us," Igneous rocks include rocks that have solidified from a melt either below the Earth's surface as intrusives or on the surface as extrusives or volcanic eruptions." 

"Granite (play /ˈɡrænɨt/) is a common widely occurring type of intrusive, felsic, igneous rock which is granular and crystalline in texture. This rock consists mainly of quartz, mica, and feldspar. Occasionally some individual crystals (phenocrysts) are larger than the groundmass, in which case the texture is known as porphyritic. A granitic rock with a porphyritic texture is sometimes known as a porphyry. Granites can be pink to gray in color, depending on their chemistry and mineralogy. By definition, granite is an igneous rock with at least 20% quartz by volume. Granite differs from granodiorite in that at least 35% of the feldspar in granite is alkali feldspar as opposed to plagioclase; it is the alkali feldspar that gives many granites a distinctive pink color. Outcrops of granite tend to form tors and rounded massifs. Granites sometimes occur in circular depressions surrounded by a range of hills, formed by the metamorphic aureole or hornfels. Granite is usually found in the continental plates of the Earth's crust.
Granite is nearly always massive (lacking internal structures), hard and tough, and therefore it has gained widespread use as a construction stone. The average density of granite is between 2.65[1] and 2.75 g/cm3, its compressive strength usually lies above 200 MPa, and its viscosity near STP is 3-6 • 1019 Pa·s.[2] Melting temperature is 1215 - 1260 °C.[3]
The word granite comes from the Latin granum, a grain, in reference to the coarse-grained structure of such a crystalline rock.
Granitoid is a general, descriptive field term for light-colored, coarse-grained igneous rocks. Petrographic examination is required for identification of specific types of granitoids.[4]"

Source:  Wikipedia

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Angel

   Angel of my Tears

How do you love a person
who never got to be,
or try to envision a face
you never got to see?
How do you mourn the death of one
who never got to live.
When there's nothing to feel good about
and nothing to forgive?
I love you, my little baby,
my companion of the night.
Wandering through my lonely hours,
beautiful and bright.
What does it mean to die before
you ever were born,
to live the lovely night of life
and never see the dawn?
Ah! My little baby,
you lived like anyone!
Life's a burst of joy and pain.
And then like yours, it's done.
I love you, my little baby,
just as if you'd lived for years.
No more, no less, I think of you,
the Angel of my tears.
~Author Unknown.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Feeling Fully First

I don't know where to begin with my sadness.  It is more than disappointment.  It had to do with a future. And I am new at this. 

I always tell others to feel fully first.  My head is heavier than ever.  My neck feels like there is a twenty pound weight on it.  I have had this feeling for two months now.  I don't like that I am psychic, that I know things that are happening. Especially with my family.  The knowing is quickening now. More than ever.  That is why I had to move. 

A friend called me today who was upset.  I felt my friend's pain for some time now.  For me this psychic ability has been lifelong.  I don't know why I was called to have this knowing.  It is heavier than ever at this writing. I know what people need to do to be healed.  Their pain is very deep to me.  But it is not for me to tell them this.  We make the rut until we collapse in it.  Only then are we ready to climb out.

I have had my own ruts.  Being psychic doesn't mean you see these things for and in yourself.  But you sure feel them for those around you.  And it comes in bits and pieces often.

Like with my uncle.  He is failing fast and just got out of the hospital again.  The last of our kin.  He had such triumph in his later years.  His found his joy.  His girlfriend was always there for him.  She is 78 now.  He is 93.  I love watching her love him.

And there is another dear to my heart who is suffering.  Practical, philosophical.  This person expected something to occur.  Now it will be delayed. It wasn't complete clear what was happening, either.  But something was different than it usually is.  It has kept me up for nights.  Weeks. Months.

I keep confidences well.  I will keep this one.  Despite the tears flowing down my cheeks.  In my heart. I want to be alone. 

Sunday, August 5, 2012

The Artist

This isn't about the film, The Artist.  It is about art. And painters.  My new fav was discovered over a year ago in a furnishings store in the New Hampshire seacoast.  His name is Janis Sanders.  I don't know too much about him except that I love his work.  Take a look:

http://www.janissanders.com/portfolio/image.php?page=1&gallery_id=2&image_id=5

I don't know if the picture will show up in this new format.  It used to in the old.  What attracts me, pulls me in his the vibrant colors, the almost use-your-imagination and discover what YOU think this picture is about beyond the house. 

Janis paints in oils using a palette knife.  The technique is beyond marvelous.  While the above picture is over $4,000, far above my meager budget I am definitely part of his audience.  Good job, Janis Sanders!

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Seacoast New Hampshire. Flowers everywhere.  And so beautiful.  Shades of England all over again. Duh?  But nothing stops these gorgeous flowers from growing.  I am going back to buying organic flowers regularly now.  Note the basil to the left.   Another goody from Portsmouth Farmer's Market.  I especially loved hearing the Bel Air's belt out those old tunes.

To the balcony:





These colors are no mistake.  The metal stand was purchased in the wonderful town of Sylva, North Carolina.  During the colder months, it makes its home in my living room.   

This picture doesn't do the living room justice.  I'll give you a better perspective:

Though this still doesn't reflect the lightness and vibrancy of this work in progress.  I'll get the lamp fixed soon.  It is a Stray Dog Design.  The pictures over the sofa are from a trip I took to Santa Fe.  My interpretation of the sights. 

Not sure what to add over the tv.  It is on loan from a friend here.  Do I hear a plasma tv in the offing?

There was no shoo shoo here.  Do stay tuned for me.  You like?