What is Spiritual Growth? from Neale Donald Walsch
The “new age” movement was created decades ago to purposely induce a
“passive” attitude. When you encourage people to practice certain
things, they are highly unlikely to become “pro active” and instigate
real change where it is required. That change would essentially entail
keeping the government and corporate industry in full check. The
consequences of the Vietnam war had a lot to do with the alphabet and
institutionalised funding of it. Few seem to realise this.
Contentment is actually directly linked with the ego, because the ego
quickly creates discontentment. You are therefore no longer content.
Vicious circle. Marketing and advertising companies are purposely geared
up for creating discontentment, hence the cycle of unabated
consumerism. America is notably more brainwashed in this department than
any other nation. It’s called corporate business for profit. This cycle
depletes natural resources, and/or desperately pollutes depending on
the other man made materials being created (plastics etc).
The most important practice to do is aimed at containing the ego then
eradicating it. As few seem to fully understand how the ego functions,
perception continues to rule the roost. Perception is more often than
not shaped by an external source. In other words, the original thinking
arises from another mind rather than one’s own. This is how conditioning
and indoctrination function. The internet is actually a fantastic tool
for maintaining the status quo.
Whilst all this new age material was being conditioned into people,
the real agenda’s continued to moved forward unabated, as can be seen by
today’s state of affairs, especially in America. Mission accomplished?
What happened to “we the people”? How many turned to new age, whilst
others turned to fundamentalism or into self serving materialists? How
many people are suffering from the effects of depression and why? Is
there a way out?
The most dangerous thing to teach a pliable mind is how and when to
believe it’s “content”. It is the sheer distortions of truth that
dictate our perceptions. How do you uncover real truth? By living in the
NOW is a good start. Clearing karma (sub conscious memory) via
meditation is another very important process. Catharsis is a by product
of this process. Yes, past action produces simultaneous memory. How many
understand what karma actually is?
When understood properly, the meditatative process is far more
ancient than the new age nonsense that embodies 90 plus differing forms
if meditation. Are they all safe in the longer term? No. How many are
actually effective? Meditation is worthy of proper study and data
dissemination.
A person who has practiced transcendental meditation (scientifically
proven) for ten years is likely to achieve mid to upper Theta..
regularly. A person who has sat in a cave for thirty years, will have
attained lower Delta and can control just about any aspect of the mind
and body at will. This includes the autonomic systems, as American
Indian Yogis running fifty miles with a ball have proven. Their heart
rate is much lower upon their return than what it was before setting
out.
Those who spend their life “reading” the advice of others remain
positively fixated in Beta. The weakest brainwave of them all. The true
power lies in Delta. It also leads directly to the kingdom within. The
experiences are initially short lived. Continued practice, using the
correct method that doesn’t interfere with longer term neuroplasticity,
will eventually lead to a permanent change in the level of consciousness
being experienced. All levels are biologically measurable. Today, many
commonly use meaningful words, yet never get into the depth of the
practice.
Do we not have an internet (and books) full of good intention, but
lacking in the fundamental knowledge of what many like to be seen
preaching? That’s the first illusion out of the way. Very few seem to
understand what proper meditation actually is. The last thing the powers
that be want is competition from “truly awakened individuals”.
Everything today is designed to have the opposite effect. That
essentially maintains the status quo. A War economy and chemically
induced zombies are the order of the day.
Genuine “awakening” is conscious based, not knowledge based. It has
been like this for thousands of years. A very small percentage make the
breakthrough consciously. Awakening through “knowledge expansion” may
increase awareness, but otherwise very little changes aside from
altering people’s perceptions. This is likely why society rarely ever
increases its degree of emotional intelligence. How many sites discuss
emotional intelligence?
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Friday, June 27, 2014
Hidden Pyramid
First there was one light. Then another. And other. They were leapfrogging in front of each other, one light going out followed by others. Only to appear in another spot in the evening sky.
A slender shadow approached Katie and Clay. He was in dark clothes. Looked familiar.
"Over there, that's why they come," he said.
Frank spoke fast pointing east. He had much to tell. His yellow Mercedes was parked on Main Street where he lived now, spoke of an easier time. Back then, when he acquired it, construction was booming. Industries were changing again.
Frank had a curious appearance. With an upper and lower tooth missing, one directly under the missing upper tooth. They had met him last evening in town and invited him to join them. They cautioned him to have someone drop him off at the site lest there be no cars visible.
"Pyramids, yep right in Cashiers. That is why they are here. They are sacred sites, in the center of a vortex."
Katie was not surprised. She was curious and needed to know more.
"I have long heard they were here. Has anyone done any geo-mapping on this? Or thermal imaging?"she said.
"They have," said Clay.
"That was part of my project. My boss knew all about it as well. He was also about to expose that," he said.
"You know there is a pyramid at the site of Area 51?"
"This could be the reason the ship crashed in Roswell, New Mexico in 1947. It certainly is not happenstance," he winked.
"It is said that in each area with a vortex, there are pyramids. These are spiritual places and UFOs are drawn to these areas now," Katie said.
"It looks much like the one discovered a few years ago in El Mirador, Guatemala. Though much smaller."
Katie showed them on her droid.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=voY8jNcuGe8
"It has heavy foliage, just like this one. And it is similar to this one."
El Mirador, Guatemala
"We know the Mississippi culture - a pre-Columbian culture existed 800 CE–1500 CE. We also know they were mound builders which explains the mounds in Georgia and North Carolina as well as other places. There is evidence the Maya were also in this area, too," Clay added.
"It is time to investigate more. I have a contact who can give us more information," Clay said.
"He'll fill in the gaps."
A slender shadow approached Katie and Clay. He was in dark clothes. Looked familiar.
"Over there, that's why they come," he said.
Frank spoke fast pointing east. He had much to tell. His yellow Mercedes was parked on Main Street where he lived now, spoke of an easier time. Back then, when he acquired it, construction was booming. Industries were changing again.
Frank had a curious appearance. With an upper and lower tooth missing, one directly under the missing upper tooth. They had met him last evening in town and invited him to join them. They cautioned him to have someone drop him off at the site lest there be no cars visible.
"Pyramids, yep right in Cashiers. That is why they are here. They are sacred sites, in the center of a vortex."
Katie was not surprised. She was curious and needed to know more.
"I have long heard they were here. Has anyone done any geo-mapping on this? Or thermal imaging?"she said.
"They have," said Clay.
"That was part of my project. My boss knew all about it as well. He was also about to expose that," he said.
"You know there is a pyramid at the site of Area 51?"
"This could be the reason the ship crashed in Roswell, New Mexico in 1947. It certainly is not happenstance," he winked.
"It is said that in each area with a vortex, there are pyramids. These are spiritual places and UFOs are drawn to these areas now," Katie said.
"It looks much like the one discovered a few years ago in El Mirador, Guatemala. Though much smaller."
Katie showed them on her droid.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=voY8jNcuGe8
"It has heavy foliage, just like this one. And it is similar to this one."
El Mirador, Guatemala
"We know the Mississippi culture - a pre-Columbian culture existed 800 CE–1500 CE. We also know they were mound builders which explains the mounds in Georgia and North Carolina as well as other places. There is evidence the Maya were also in this area, too," Clay added.
"It is time to investigate more. I have a contact who can give us more information," Clay said.
"He'll fill in the gaps."
Sweeter Than
Are there flowers you enjoy? Ones that make you stop and hold your breath? That happens for me as well. Lots of times.
There are an assortment of Sweet William in my garden. They are of the Dianthus variety. Native to southern Europe. The first two photos were taken in the pink garden next to the Anthony Waterer Spirea just before their blooming:
Another variety.
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The photo above is courtesy of https://aggie-horticulture.tamu.edu/wildseed/sweetwilliam.html
There are an assortment of Sweet William in my garden. They are of the Dianthus variety. Native to southern Europe. The first two photos were taken in the pink garden next to the Anthony Waterer Spirea just before their blooming:
Another variety.
.
The photo above is courtesy of https://aggie-horticulture.tamu.edu/wildseed/sweetwilliam.html
Thursday, June 26, 2014
The Site
It had been a while since Katie felt earthquakes. After her 2010 encounter in the summer, she felt them regularly. She felt them in 2012 in New Hampshire and 2013. She even felt a few recently in North Carolina. They seemed to slow down for a while. It was like they slowed so that she could catch her breath. While her body/mind moved to another vibration. Another frequency. Higher this time.
She began to notice how self-contained she was. Wanting more time in quiet. More meditation. Less reflection. Reflection mostly involves the past and she was more than okay with the past. She remembered the video she had watched. A compilation of UFOs investigation in the United States.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0jnjGwzACw
Back home, she got up early and drove past the UFO site. She had traversed this road hundreds of times. She wished she had had a Geiger counter to pick up any residual radiation from the craft just after the encounter.
But now, the anniversary of the UFOencounter was quickly approaching. Clay and Katie decided to camp out in the area close to the mountain above. Observe. Listen. They even worn camouflage clothes. Parked a car a distance away and walked to the site. They would be close to the site at precisely the same time four years earlier. 9:40 p.m. This time they would have camera equipment to film the night skies. Nothing would be left to chance.
There were even relay cars available to shuttle them to ensure no one could track them. Their cell phones were purposely turned off.
Military planes began to circle overhead. They were not visible but the sound of their hydraulics could be heard from the military flight path next to the encounter site.
Then it appeared.
She began to notice how self-contained she was. Wanting more time in quiet. More meditation. Less reflection. Reflection mostly involves the past and she was more than okay with the past. She remembered the video she had watched. A compilation of UFOs investigation in the United States.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0jnjGwzACw
Back home, she got up early and drove past the UFO site. She had traversed this road hundreds of times. She wished she had had a Geiger counter to pick up any residual radiation from the craft just after the encounter.
There were even relay cars available to shuttle them to ensure no one could track them. Their cell phones were purposely turned off.
Military planes began to circle overhead. They were not visible but the sound of their hydraulics could be heard from the military flight path next to the encounter site.
Then it appeared.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Where Do I Begin?
Clay took his hand to his face covering it completely. Quiet. In shock. He was glad to have the sound off on his iPhone. Immediately, he began snapping photos of both the man and the motionless body on the ground. He was careful to get the license plate as well.
Years as a spook trained him well. He waited fifteen minutes before he left, retracing his path down the road and back to 129. He drove toward the Verizon store and bought another iPhone. He was being cautious and didn't want his number traced.
It was getting late and he wanted to be out of the park before night. He drove into the Smokies toward his home. Once he was in cell towers range, he called Katie.
"Hello. Can you meet me? I am in a mess," the panicked voice asked.
"Oh, sure," she said.
"How about in thirty minutes. The MB on Main Street."
"Okay, thanks. See you soon."
A shaken Clay found his way into the dark cafe. His broad shoulders and muscular legs he could have been an Esquire model. Katie had gotten a table in the corner. Immediately, she stood up as he approached.
Their arms encircled one another as though the last few weeks didn't matter. That they felt safe in one another's arms said a lot about their history.
Katie outstretched her arms to meet his. They were drawn like magnets to one another.
"For some time our government has been hiding the fact that UFOs exist. They are here. I worked on a project to track UFOs around the planet. In short, hybrids are everywhere. Many look Scandinavian but there are others. Lots of species. They are learning from us. About nurturing, how we think, how we feel. They want to understand us. Well, the good ones do."
Katie squeezed his hands ever so gently.
"I know," she said.
"Remember the one in my garage?" she said.
"That dream I had last week on the sectional during broad daylight? Well, it wasn't just a dream. They took me and I am getting inundated with messages, intuition. I even felt the Alaskan earthquake. It is starting. Again."
Years as a spook trained him well. He waited fifteen minutes before he left, retracing his path down the road and back to 129. He drove toward the Verizon store and bought another iPhone. He was being cautious and didn't want his number traced.
It was getting late and he wanted to be out of the park before night. He drove into the Smokies toward his home. Once he was in cell towers range, he called Katie.
"Hello. Can you meet me? I am in a mess," the panicked voice asked.
"Oh, sure," she said.
"How about in thirty minutes. The MB on Main Street."
"Okay, thanks. See you soon."
A shaken Clay found his way into the dark cafe. His broad shoulders and muscular legs he could have been an Esquire model. Katie had gotten a table in the corner. Immediately, she stood up as he approached.
Their arms encircled one another as though the last few weeks didn't matter. That they felt safe in one another's arms said a lot about their history.
Katie outstretched her arms to meet his. They were drawn like magnets to one another.
"For some time our government has been hiding the fact that UFOs exist. They are here. I worked on a project to track UFOs around the planet. In short, hybrids are everywhere. Many look Scandinavian but there are others. Lots of species. They are learning from us. About nurturing, how we think, how we feel. They want to understand us. Well, the good ones do."
Katie squeezed his hands ever so gently.
"I know," she said.
"Remember the one in my garage?" she said.
"That dream I had last week on the sectional during broad daylight? Well, it wasn't just a dream. They took me and I am getting inundated with messages, intuition. I even felt the Alaskan earthquake. It is starting. Again."
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Tossled About
Sullen eyes, and a down turned face. The joy, the humor, the vitality had left him. It was as though it was vacuumed out of him. But why?
Softly wound curls, blonder than blond tossled about. He wasn't one for haircuts. A snip here, a snip there and that would do it. Mostly. He'd rather be outside exploring. Or putting something together. Or telling a story. Oh, how he could spin a yarn. But his life was a solitary one. He called it in but he didn't much like it.
What he did like were kind and compassionate people. He said he hadn't seen many of them. A rarity. Until he met her. At first, there were embers. He was afraid to ask...to dream of more. When her family relocated he was more forlorned than he ever knew. It was over. Final. He dreamed of her walking down the road. Dreamed they would meet on the sidewalk. Dreamed of what he would say. Years passed.
Until the day they came back. And he wouldn't let it happen again. At first, he spilled out everything to her. Exposed his wretched self as though she were a pristine thing, sitting upon a perch. He was roughly hewn. She smoothed to finish.
One never knows what goes on in the mind of a partner. Especially a new one. We don't see beyond the facade. What they allow us to know. When they allow us in.
Katie saw the sadness in his eyes. As though life wasn't what he hoped it would be. What he hoped he would be. Years of the status quo, allowing and not asking. He was content to end his career as a CIA agent soon. He would grab whatever joy he could find. It was all in the timing.
Until that day. He did what he knew. He pulled back. Distancing. Katie felt it all and certainly didn't want anyone who wasn't fully ready for her. And then it happened.
Just as Clay was about to make the biggest decision of his life and ask for more, she bolted. He was afraid to contact her. Afraid of more rejection, like what he had experienced throughout his life.
Work was pressing. Overwhelming. He was exhausted from the hours. Hours maintaining an unsustainable 'life.' Clay didn't much think he had a life. He had duties. Lots of them. He was glad to be coming back from another business trip.
Maybe it was the darkness in the clouds above as he entered his black Audi parked at McGhee Tyson Airport. He knew something was up. His boss had been grumpy all morning on the plane ride. Irritable. Clay did what he always did, he tried to ignore it. But the boss seemed jumpy as the two walked to their respective cars.
"Ok, I'll see you," the boss said.
"Safe ride home," said Clay.
Clay was worried. He was in the business of trusting his intuition. He decided to follow his boss out of the parking lot and down 129 until he turned off suddenly to a small road next to a wooded area. Clay knew the area well, having hiked and camped there before. He decided to take the next road which was a short connector road. Clay creeped along with his windows wide open. Suddenly he heard a car door slam. Voices were screaming out.
"I am not doing it anymore," shouted the boss.
Then Clay heard several rounds of shots. Clay peered from behind the tree where his Audi was now parked hidden from view. Another government car was parked next to the boss's. A familiar face stood over the boss's lifeless body.
Softly wound curls, blonder than blond tossled about. He wasn't one for haircuts. A snip here, a snip there and that would do it. Mostly. He'd rather be outside exploring. Or putting something together. Or telling a story. Oh, how he could spin a yarn. But his life was a solitary one. He called it in but he didn't much like it.
What he did like were kind and compassionate people. He said he hadn't seen many of them. A rarity. Until he met her. At first, there were embers. He was afraid to ask...to dream of more. When her family relocated he was more forlorned than he ever knew. It was over. Final. He dreamed of her walking down the road. Dreamed they would meet on the sidewalk. Dreamed of what he would say. Years passed.
Until the day they came back. And he wouldn't let it happen again. At first, he spilled out everything to her. Exposed his wretched self as though she were a pristine thing, sitting upon a perch. He was roughly hewn. She smoothed to finish.
One never knows what goes on in the mind of a partner. Especially a new one. We don't see beyond the facade. What they allow us to know. When they allow us in.
Katie saw the sadness in his eyes. As though life wasn't what he hoped it would be. What he hoped he would be. Years of the status quo, allowing and not asking. He was content to end his career as a CIA agent soon. He would grab whatever joy he could find. It was all in the timing.
Until that day. He did what he knew. He pulled back. Distancing. Katie felt it all and certainly didn't want anyone who wasn't fully ready for her. And then it happened.
Just as Clay was about to make the biggest decision of his life and ask for more, she bolted. He was afraid to contact her. Afraid of more rejection, like what he had experienced throughout his life.
Work was pressing. Overwhelming. He was exhausted from the hours. Hours maintaining an unsustainable 'life.' Clay didn't much think he had a life. He had duties. Lots of them. He was glad to be coming back from another business trip.
Maybe it was the darkness in the clouds above as he entered his black Audi parked at McGhee Tyson Airport. He knew something was up. His boss had been grumpy all morning on the plane ride. Irritable. Clay did what he always did, he tried to ignore it. But the boss seemed jumpy as the two walked to their respective cars.
"Ok, I'll see you," the boss said.
"Safe ride home," said Clay.
Clay was worried. He was in the business of trusting his intuition. He decided to follow his boss out of the parking lot and down 129 until he turned off suddenly to a small road next to a wooded area. Clay knew the area well, having hiked and camped there before. He decided to take the next road which was a short connector road. Clay creeped along with his windows wide open. Suddenly he heard a car door slam. Voices were screaming out.
"I am not doing it anymore," shouted the boss.
Then Clay heard several rounds of shots. Clay peered from behind the tree where his Audi was now parked hidden from view. Another government car was parked next to the boss's. A familiar face stood over the boss's lifeless body.
What The Groundhog!
What the groundhog didn't eat. Groundhogs have never been a challenge in the organic garden for the past thirteen years. Until this year. So far, they have eaten the sunflowers, most of the basil, all of the cilantro, and parsley. The good news they have not eaten everything. I bite my tongue as I whisper that. Shhh.
A budding cucumber. One of the three that survived. So far.
Every morning for the past few weeks, I re-rake the garden. Recently, I bought a cultivator to make the job a whole lot easier. The garden looks luscious after each raking. I wonder if the raking encourages the rodents to feast even more. A groundhog has dug up almost all of the sweet william leaving the ball open to dry out. So that has to be covered daily as well. Then the garden must be watered to ensure the flower ball/root remains moist.
There is a tender story in all of this. Not too long ago, as I was going down my road, I encountered a small groundhog peeking out of a rather large hole on my hill. A moment later, a larger ground hog appeared next to her. They nuzzled each other and disappeared quickly down the hole to their underground burrow. No doubt checking on their offspring.
Each morning when I am out in the garden repairing the mess, I remember the loving couple. They just want to survive, too.
A budding cucumber. One of the three that survived. So far.
There is a tender story in all of this. Not too long ago, as I was going down my road, I encountered a small groundhog peeking out of a rather large hole on my hill. A moment later, a larger ground hog appeared next to her. They nuzzled each other and disappeared quickly down the hole to their underground burrow. No doubt checking on their offspring.
Each morning when I am out in the garden repairing the mess, I remember the loving couple. They just want to survive, too.
Monday, June 23, 2014
US Airways
This has been a long time coming. After my flight this past weekend from Knoxville to D.C. and back, I can attest to this!
..."Hometown Tempe-based US Airways ranked fourth, with 12 percent of survey respondents calling its employees rude. US Airways’ potential merger target, Dallas-based American Airlines, topped the list, with 25 percent of respondents saying that airline has the rudest personnel."
Read on:
http://www.bizjournals.com/phoenix/news/2013/01/02/us-airways-ranks-in-survey-of-rudest.html
..."Hometown Tempe-based US Airways ranked fourth, with 12 percent of survey respondents calling its employees rude. US Airways’ potential merger target, Dallas-based American Airlines, topped the list, with 25 percent of respondents saying that airline has the rudest personnel."
Read on:
http://www.bizjournals.com/phoenix/news/2013/01/02/us-airways-ranks-in-survey-of-rudest.html
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Corner Writing
The paintings below are a few of the pieces I painted. I am working on more.
Soon.
Dusk
It is early morning. Dusk. Before the dew lifts from maidenhair ferns. Pileated woodpeckers are busy at work. A heavy fog obscures the mountain view. Once again, nature doesn't like a vacuum and areas recently opened are now covered with foliage.
The roadside exhibits daisies, sundrops, and faded flame azaleas as we climb the eight degree grade to check on the rest of the land. And this unidentified flower. Does anyone know it's name?
It is cooler now, a brief respite from an otherwise hot and muggy
week. They say it will stay this way a while. The dogs do not seem to
mind. It has been a hard week on them with an imbalance in their own
flora. They are happy to be outside with their little noses to the
ground. I wonder what they know that my human senses didn't pick up.
Dusk. An opportunity for another adventure.
The roadside exhibits daisies, sundrops, and faded flame azaleas as we climb the eight degree grade to check on the rest of the land. And this unidentified flower. Does anyone know it's name?
Dusk. An opportunity for another adventure.
Sunday, June 15, 2014
The Unknown Space Between
From the moment we are born, we are in relationship. First with our biological parents, sometimes siblings. Extended family and neighborhood friends. We go to school and meet more people. We have a relationship with every thing because we are in the universe. Sometimes were are conscious, most of the time we are unaware of all that is going on within ourselves and outside ourselves.
I've been doing a lot of reading this year to that end. Every once in a while I come across a paragraph in my reading which resonates in a way nothing else can.
The distance from your pain, your grief, your unattended wounds, is the distance from your partner. And the distance from your partner is your distance from the living truth, your own great nature. Whatever maintains that distance, that separation from ourselves and our beloveds, must be investigated with mercy and awareness. This distance is not overcome by one "giving up the space" to another, but by both partners entering together the unknown between them. The mind creates the abyss but the heart crosses it.
Embracing The Beloved by Stephen and Ondrea Levine.
I've been doing a lot of reading this year to that end. Every once in a while I come across a paragraph in my reading which resonates in a way nothing else can.
The distance from your pain, your grief, your unattended wounds, is the distance from your partner. And the distance from your partner is your distance from the living truth, your own great nature. Whatever maintains that distance, that separation from ourselves and our beloveds, must be investigated with mercy and awareness. This distance is not overcome by one "giving up the space" to another, but by both partners entering together the unknown between them. The mind creates the abyss but the heart crosses it.
Embracing The Beloved by Stephen and Ondrea Levine.
Friday, June 13, 2014
Ouch!
Ouch!
It began with a bee sting. Three. Maggie was weeding a garden and saw them swarming. She was in her process so she didn't pay much attention to them. It was about to rain and she wanted to finish with her garden cultivator fast. It was a new tool she had purchased the other day. She knew it would make de-weeding much easier. It would also turn over an inch or two of mulch, aerating the soil.
Oh, how she loved to watch it rain without seeing weeds. There is something about dark mulch in the rain. Rich. Healthy.
She was finishing up the last garden when she heard them. At first she did not know from where they were coming. One by one they came toward her. Spinning round and round, Maggie was able to
avoid most of them.
The first sting was the worst. Then her left arm began to swell. A few other spots did, too. She knew there had to be more. She did not know how many. So she did what she must. She waited for it to pour. Armed with a golf-sized umbrella, broom and wasp spray with a projectile, she was set to do them in.
She couldn't get a proper angle with the broom. And, they were annoyed at the puncture to their hive. Maggie ran!
She ran into the rain drenched driveway for cover. The yellow jackets followed half the distance and a half dozen of them were more than content to swarm around the hive. One doesn't want to mess with angry yellow jackets.
Yellow jackets remind of to communicate. To share our wants and needs. To use our power to communicate as bees do. Maggie took notice.
Ouch!
It began with a bee sting. Three. Maggie was weeding a garden and saw them swarming. She was in her process so she didn't pay much attention to them. It was about to rain and she wanted to finish with her garden cultivator fast. It was a new tool she had purchased the other day. She knew it would make de-weeding much easier. It would also turn over an inch or two of mulch, aerating the soil.
Oh, how she loved to watch it rain without seeing weeds. There is something about dark mulch in the rain. Rich. Healthy.
She was finishing up the last garden when she heard them. At first she did not know from where they were coming. One by one they came toward her. Spinning round and round, Maggie was able to
avoid most of them.
The first sting was the worst. Then her left arm began to swell. A few other spots did, too. She knew there had to be more. She did not know how many. So she did what she must. She waited for it to pour. Armed with a golf-sized umbrella, broom and wasp spray with a projectile, she was set to do them in.
She couldn't get a proper angle with the broom. And, they were annoyed at the puncture to their hive. Maggie ran!
She ran into the rain drenched driveway for cover. The yellow jackets followed half the distance and a half dozen of them were more than content to swarm around the hive. One doesn't want to mess with angry yellow jackets.
Yellow jackets remind of to communicate. To share our wants and needs. To use our power to communicate as bees do. Maggie took notice.
Ouch!
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Blue Heron and Day Lilies
I am absolutely drawn toward the water. I am drawn to birds. And looky looky what I found today:
In my next life, I want to be a bird. Maybe that is why I had to take flying lessons. This young blue heron showed up in my view finder. Maybe that is why I love nature so much. Being still, watching, observing. Then viola!
A gift of nature appears. Did you know they have blue eggs?
A little further down the road I had another discovery alongside the road:
In my next life, I want to be a bird. Maybe that is why I had to take flying lessons. This young blue heron showed up in my view finder. Maybe that is why I love nature so much. Being still, watching, observing. Then viola!
A gift of nature appears. Did you know they have blue eggs?
A little further down the road I had another discovery alongside the road:
Full Moon Rising!
Tomorrow at 11:30 a.m. which is also Friday, the 13th, we have a full moon. No doubt many of us have been feeling out of sorts.
Photo by Andrew Fazekas
This Full Moon is about communication, attitude, and our sense of adventure. Something has been building inside of us, and now is the time when the energy of the cosmos fairly demands that we let it out. Over the next two weeks, we will discover what this means for us. For now, we can't sit on our feelings. We need to express them.
The Full Moon illuminates this conflict between logic and intuition/faith. With the Moon full and bright in the sky, symbolic "illumination" occurs in our own lives. However, these new feelings and revelations are emotional ones, as there is a sense of emotions bursting forth into our consciousness. It's time to express ourselves, and to let things out of our systems. Of course, we might want to exercise some care while doing so, knowing that what is coming out of us is fresh, unrefined, and not particularly rational as yet.
http://www.cafeastrology.com/thisweekinastrology.html
...many have a full understanding of the significance of this day. It has been suggested that Friday has been considered an unlucky day because, according to Christian scripture and tradition, Jesus was crucified on a Friday.
The actual origin of the superstition, though, appears also to be a tale in Norse mythology. Friday is named for Frigga, the free-spirited goddess of love and fertility. When Norse and Germanic tribes converted to Christianity, Frigga was banished in shame to a mountaintop and labeled a witch. It was believed that every Friday, the spiteful goddess convened a meeting with eleven other witches, plus the devil — a gathering of thirteen — and plotted ill turns of fate for the coming week.
For many centuries in Scandinavia, Friday was known as “Witches’ Sabbath.” with Friday the 13th having an even deeper more sinister significance.
In fact Friday the 13th can be a very lucky day. Friday is also associated with Venus, the Roman Goddess of love, beauty and fertility and Friday is viewed by many pagans as the best day to perform any magic relating to Venus’ areas of expertise: love, fertility and beauty.
The number 13 has been a magical number since the the Ancient Egyptians first depicted the Ladder to Eternal Life. They believed that there were twelve steps on the ladder to eternal life and knowledge and to take the thirteenth step meant going through death into everlasting life. Thirteen, for the Egyptians, was associated with immortality.
The number 13 in the Coperos religion (small culture in brazil) is like a God number. All coperos must know that this number can save the humankind. In Sikhism, the number 13 is considered a special number since 13 is tera in Punjabi, which also means “yours” (as in, “I am yours, O Lord”).
There are other significances of the number 13; There are thirteen Moon cycles in a year, the ancient Lunar calendar had 13 months, a traditional coven has 13 members, Romans require 13 guests be present at weddings, in the Hebrew faith age 13 is considered to be an adult, there are 13 players on a rugby team and there are 13 cards of each suit in a deck of cards.
http://beforeitsnews.com/conspiracy-theories/2014/06/june-13-2014-friday-13thfull-moon-a-time-of-joy-and-good-luck-2463492.html
Enjoy Drawing Down The Moon by Gaia Consort.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XqNx-h9mJVA#t=14
This Full Moon is about communication, attitude, and our sense of adventure. Something has been building inside of us, and now is the time when the energy of the cosmos fairly demands that we let it out. Over the next two weeks, we will discover what this means for us. For now, we can't sit on our feelings. We need to express them.
The Full Moon illuminates this conflict between logic and intuition/faith. With the Moon full and bright in the sky, symbolic "illumination" occurs in our own lives. However, these new feelings and revelations are emotional ones, as there is a sense of emotions bursting forth into our consciousness. It's time to express ourselves, and to let things out of our systems. Of course, we might want to exercise some care while doing so, knowing that what is coming out of us is fresh, unrefined, and not particularly rational as yet.
http://www.cafeastrology.com/thisweekinastrology.html
...many have a full understanding of the significance of this day. It has been suggested that Friday has been considered an unlucky day because, according to Christian scripture and tradition, Jesus was crucified on a Friday.
The actual origin of the superstition, though, appears also to be a tale in Norse mythology. Friday is named for Frigga, the free-spirited goddess of love and fertility. When Norse and Germanic tribes converted to Christianity, Frigga was banished in shame to a mountaintop and labeled a witch. It was believed that every Friday, the spiteful goddess convened a meeting with eleven other witches, plus the devil — a gathering of thirteen — and plotted ill turns of fate for the coming week.
For many centuries in Scandinavia, Friday was known as “Witches’ Sabbath.” with Friday the 13th having an even deeper more sinister significance.
In fact Friday the 13th can be a very lucky day. Friday is also associated with Venus, the Roman Goddess of love, beauty and fertility and Friday is viewed by many pagans as the best day to perform any magic relating to Venus’ areas of expertise: love, fertility and beauty.
The number 13 has been a magical number since the the Ancient Egyptians first depicted the Ladder to Eternal Life. They believed that there were twelve steps on the ladder to eternal life and knowledge and to take the thirteenth step meant going through death into everlasting life. Thirteen, for the Egyptians, was associated with immortality.
The number 13 in the Coperos religion (small culture in brazil) is like a God number. All coperos must know that this number can save the humankind. In Sikhism, the number 13 is considered a special number since 13 is tera in Punjabi, which also means “yours” (as in, “I am yours, O Lord”).
There are other significances of the number 13; There are thirteen Moon cycles in a year, the ancient Lunar calendar had 13 months, a traditional coven has 13 members, Romans require 13 guests be present at weddings, in the Hebrew faith age 13 is considered to be an adult, there are 13 players on a rugby team and there are 13 cards of each suit in a deck of cards.
http://beforeitsnews.com/conspiracy-theories/2014/06/june-13-2014-friday-13thfull-moon-a-time-of-joy-and-good-luck-2463492.html
Enjoy Drawing Down The Moon by Gaia Consort.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XqNx-h9mJVA#t=14
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
What The Frack!?
919-733-3451
The Fracker
Thom Tillis
The NC Conservation Network says, "Speaker
Thom Tillis pushed a controversial fracking bill through the NC
legislature recently. This bill broke a promise by House leaders to wait
to see final fracking rules before
allowing fracking in NC. Fracking has been linked to groundwater
contamination, air pollution, and decreased property values.
Call him today and express your disappointment! You can also email your local legislators about the fracking bill."
It is time for impeachment! Stand up and be counted! It is time to take back what is left of North Carolina. Do it for yourself, your family, the environment. Fracking is poison!!!
It is time for impeachment! Stand up and be counted! It is time to take back what is left of North Carolina. Do it for yourself, your family, the environment. Fracking is poison!!!
Monday, June 9, 2014
Help Me!
Help me!
I can't move.
It was just a few hours ago when I laid down on my sectional sofa. There were no plans to sleep in the early afternoon. Jet lag does that to you. That and adorable grandchildren, family events and getting little sleep. I never sleep well away from home.
This dream has happened before. It always begins the same way. But this time I felt awake. I must have been in a deep sleep pattern. Everything feels on high alert now. It doesn't make sense as I just returned from a wonderful weekend at a family wedding. Love was flowing everywhere. To me. People was so very glad to see me. It felt incredible. It was incredible.
I didn't sleep well last night. It was better than the night before in the zen-like hotel which I called home for three nights. But I always hear things others do not. My hearing is highly sensitive. The night my grandson was born, I heard his first cries from the other end of the labor and delivery floor. Through two sets of steel doors. It just works that way for me. Always.
I had left the front door open to my home today. I wanted to listen to the chorus of birds. I sat down for a few minutes pulling the quilt over me. I do not remember falling asleep or even closing my eyes. Fast asleep for about 90 minutes, I could hear footsteps in my house. It seemed as they were behind me. Then I felt someone pulling my hair across my face. Twice. I could not open my eyes. They simply would not open. I tried this for ten minutes. Nothing. It was as they were paralyzed. But this time, I did not cry out for help as I have in the past. I was on my own. Always.
I even pulled my eyelids apart straining to see. Still nothing. I felt a presence behind me. A familiar presence. Then I felt an arm. I reached to touch their wrist. All of a sudden my eyes open and I became aware.
It was someone I knew who understood my psychic abilities. They had been committing fraud and were afraid I might turn them in. They said they came to intimidate me.
"Whatever you did is on your conscious," I said.
"I am merely your mirror. I have absolutely no stake in the outcome of this."
The man seemed comfortable with this. I heard his footsteps leave me.
I awakened a bit rattled. Tired. Exhausted. Suddenly the paralysis ended with my eyes. I got up slowly. Cautiously. I walked carefully toward the front door which I just locked. It was more than odd that the dogs were not beside me. I looked around the front of the house for my dogs.
The dogs were sitting by the garage door as if under command. I walked toward them and they calmly sat in front of me. This never happens.
For now, the house is vacant. Something is in the air.
I can't move.
It was just a few hours ago when I laid down on my sectional sofa. There were no plans to sleep in the early afternoon. Jet lag does that to you. That and adorable grandchildren, family events and getting little sleep. I never sleep well away from home.
This dream has happened before. It always begins the same way. But this time I felt awake. I must have been in a deep sleep pattern. Everything feels on high alert now. It doesn't make sense as I just returned from a wonderful weekend at a family wedding. Love was flowing everywhere. To me. People was so very glad to see me. It felt incredible. It was incredible.
I didn't sleep well last night. It was better than the night before in the zen-like hotel which I called home for three nights. But I always hear things others do not. My hearing is highly sensitive. The night my grandson was born, I heard his first cries from the other end of the labor and delivery floor. Through two sets of steel doors. It just works that way for me. Always.
I had left the front door open to my home today. I wanted to listen to the chorus of birds. I sat down for a few minutes pulling the quilt over me. I do not remember falling asleep or even closing my eyes. Fast asleep for about 90 minutes, I could hear footsteps in my house. It seemed as they were behind me. Then I felt someone pulling my hair across my face. Twice. I could not open my eyes. They simply would not open. I tried this for ten minutes. Nothing. It was as they were paralyzed. But this time, I did not cry out for help as I have in the past. I was on my own. Always.
I even pulled my eyelids apart straining to see. Still nothing. I felt a presence behind me. A familiar presence. Then I felt an arm. I reached to touch their wrist. All of a sudden my eyes open and I became aware.
It was someone I knew who understood my psychic abilities. They had been committing fraud and were afraid I might turn them in. They said they came to intimidate me.
"Whatever you did is on your conscious," I said.
"I am merely your mirror. I have absolutely no stake in the outcome of this."
The man seemed comfortable with this. I heard his footsteps leave me.
I awakened a bit rattled. Tired. Exhausted. Suddenly the paralysis ended with my eyes. I got up slowly. Cautiously. I walked carefully toward the front door which I just locked. It was more than odd that the dogs were not beside me. I looked around the front of the house for my dogs.
The dogs were sitting by the garage door as if under command. I walked toward them and they calmly sat in front of me. This never happens.
For now, the house is vacant. Something is in the air.
If Only...
If only things would go the way I intend. The right way. My way.
How often that thinking corrupts our peace of mind. How often this thinking creates suffering. To want things to be different than they are. It doesn't mean we have to accept war, cruelty or dirty restrooms. It does mean we don't suffer over them.
If only family were closer. If only airplanes were direct, non-stop. On time. Restrooms for normal size people. Not leprechauns. Nice restrooms. I think we have a theme going on here.
If only weeds wouldn't grow so fast. We stayed in our own business. Stood up for safety and health. If only.
So much of this is transitory. Ephemeral. Just like our thoughts. They come and go.
What if we could enjoy ourselves fully? One another. Stand up when things are unsafe and unhealthy. Come back to our inner peace. Meditate more. Love ourselves.
Over the weekend, a family member discussed empathy and how it was different than compassion.
"Few people innately are naturally empathic, " the family member said.
"Compassion is more common."
If only people could imagine what someone else's circumstances are. Feel the world in which they live. Understand them. Help them. Set boundaries.
Let go of all the 'if only's" and enjoy the moment. The breathe.
Think about all the people who have helped you in some way, all the people who you love and who love you. Send them good thoughts. Tell them you care.
Imagine what our world would look like. If only...
How often that thinking corrupts our peace of mind. How often this thinking creates suffering. To want things to be different than they are. It doesn't mean we have to accept war, cruelty or dirty restrooms. It does mean we don't suffer over them.
If only family were closer. If only airplanes were direct, non-stop. On time. Restrooms for normal size people. Not leprechauns. Nice restrooms. I think we have a theme going on here.
If only weeds wouldn't grow so fast. We stayed in our own business. Stood up for safety and health. If only.
So much of this is transitory. Ephemeral. Just like our thoughts. They come and go.
What if we could enjoy ourselves fully? One another. Stand up when things are unsafe and unhealthy. Come back to our inner peace. Meditate more. Love ourselves.
Over the weekend, a family member discussed empathy and how it was different than compassion.
"Few people innately are naturally empathic, " the family member said.
"Compassion is more common."
If only people could imagine what someone else's circumstances are. Feel the world in which they live. Understand them. Help them. Set boundaries.
Let go of all the 'if only's" and enjoy the moment. The breathe.
Think about all the people who have helped you in some way, all the people who you love and who love you. Send them good thoughts. Tell them you care.
Imagine what our world would look like. If only...
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