This has been a trying week. This has been a wonderful week. Which shall I choose to focus upon? Two deaths in my community that were hidden by the tax payer funded county sheriff's department? The changing of the leaves during the beginning of fall foliage? The autumn smells that fill my senses.
Both are garnering spotlight. So is my flight tomorrow up north. That the travel agency screwed up my flight giving me ten minutes between flights makes it hard to smile. I will do my best but will not destroy my health trying to make the connecting flight north. I loathe airlines, travel agencies dealing with them, the whole experience. I am giving thought to how to travel in the future. Or not.
The dogwoods outside my window are turning crimson. Another tree is revealing its golden leaves, one has an orange tinge to it. The pleasure felt looking at the fall changes warms my heart. I will see family soon if all goes well. Or not. At this point, I am more than fed up with travel. I am never tired of nature. Lucky to live in a most beautiful area.
A friend called for lunch today. We had a wonderful time and she came back to my house. A fellow artist, simply put - she loved all the things I enjoy. A clever mind, she helped me design something for my driveway. Abundance is everywhere. Challenges are, too.
Up, up and away. Where ever it takes me. Or not.
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Monday, September 14, 2015
Someone Watches
Someone watches just a little too closely.
The morning began as any other Monday. Easy up, shower, out in less than ten minutes. Save the bed making. That takes a bit since the comforter always needs adjustment. And, it is heavy. Because it is white on a red oak bed frame in a linen colored room, it has to be even side-to-side. Well, it would be even either way. Really. Neat and tidy. That is how I like it.
A short trip to town for a vanilla latte - that's half a pump - no more. Sweet just doesn't do it. The staff at my local cafe has my order down pat. Often, they have my morning beverage ready. With mug in hand, it is off to yoga another ten minutes away. Monday yoga is the best! A friendly group, people I have known for years, so it is always fun. We have a yoga mascot. The yogi's little dog, a Boston Terrier I think, who has Cushings Syndrome.
Back to town for lunch. They had it ready today. It was probably my long phone conversation sitting in the car with a friend in New England. They always keep up with me and I am so appreciative. A healthy nutty fruity salad, the standard lunch fare I seem to get on most days. Then it is off to my home.
Today, I filled another fifty holes from the raccoon. Fifty the night before. I caught the little bandit on the video - about ten segments from late last night to each morn. It even got under the closed cage to eat the apples I left for the groundhog. Hoping to capture it, too, sometime today lest it be the digger. The video tells me it is not. At least not in this area. If all goes well, there will be a raccoon living elsewhere soon. The lawn will be treated with Milky Spore and hopefully it will be a quiet autumn here in the Smokies.
Afternoon brought me out on the porch. The corinthian bells are singing. Hummingbirds are watching. Flying. Albeit way too closely. Sometimes two pairs will start out from the same direction, each choosing a different side from which to encircle me. Apparently they don't understand the addage, 'do not bite the hand that feeds you.' Figuratively, of course.
It has been a week of retreat. Staying quiet, working around the house, seeing friends and then back on the mountain. It doesn't get any better than this in the autumn months.
Reaching for afternoon chai, the someones increase. Watching closely. I hold the chai as they are curious about it. No spillage on my new laptop. Nope. The chai is moved further from the table.
A female hummingbird sips at the feeder. She is soon joined by her mate whose ruby throat is brillant in the autumn sun. Someone watches closely and this time, it is me.
The morning began as any other Monday. Easy up, shower, out in less than ten minutes. Save the bed making. That takes a bit since the comforter always needs adjustment. And, it is heavy. Because it is white on a red oak bed frame in a linen colored room, it has to be even side-to-side. Well, it would be even either way. Really. Neat and tidy. That is how I like it.
A short trip to town for a vanilla latte - that's half a pump - no more. Sweet just doesn't do it. The staff at my local cafe has my order down pat. Often, they have my morning beverage ready. With mug in hand, it is off to yoga another ten minutes away. Monday yoga is the best! A friendly group, people I have known for years, so it is always fun. We have a yoga mascot. The yogi's little dog, a Boston Terrier I think, who has Cushings Syndrome.
Back to town for lunch. They had it ready today. It was probably my long phone conversation sitting in the car with a friend in New England. They always keep up with me and I am so appreciative. A healthy nutty fruity salad, the standard lunch fare I seem to get on most days. Then it is off to my home.
Today, I filled another fifty holes from the raccoon. Fifty the night before. I caught the little bandit on the video - about ten segments from late last night to each morn. It even got under the closed cage to eat the apples I left for the groundhog. Hoping to capture it, too, sometime today lest it be the digger. The video tells me it is not. At least not in this area. If all goes well, there will be a raccoon living elsewhere soon. The lawn will be treated with Milky Spore and hopefully it will be a quiet autumn here in the Smokies.
Afternoon brought me out on the porch. The corinthian bells are singing. Hummingbirds are watching. Flying. Albeit way too closely. Sometimes two pairs will start out from the same direction, each choosing a different side from which to encircle me. Apparently they don't understand the addage, 'do not bite the hand that feeds you.' Figuratively, of course.
It has been a week of retreat. Staying quiet, working around the house, seeing friends and then back on the mountain. It doesn't get any better than this in the autumn months.
Reaching for afternoon chai, the someones increase. Watching closely. I hold the chai as they are curious about it. No spillage on my new laptop. Nope. The chai is moved further from the table.
A female hummingbird sips at the feeder. She is soon joined by her mate whose ruby throat is brillant in the autumn sun. Someone watches closely and this time, it is me.
Friday, September 11, 2015
September 11th!
September 11th. A day of silence. Remembering. So many lost lives. Lies.
In 1992, I had a premonition that something would happen at the World Trade Cnter in New York City. My former spouse worked in either building one or two, I can't remember which. I told him about my premonition. He took a job in another corporation and was not there during the first explosion in the garage.While our marriage completed seven years later, I was glad he was safe.
The morning of September 11, 2001, something told me to turn on the television. I don't watch much television (I do not have tv service now) but I paid attention to my intuition. After immediately seeing the first plane hit, I knew something was amiss. I told a friend of mine who was at my home that there were more planes. He asked how many.
"Several, maybe four. They are coming from different places."
I didn't know what to do with the information I had. It has been this way lifelong. I get knowings about things, all kinds of things. They always pan out.
After my UFO encounter in 2010, the knowings ramped up. This coupled with being an intuit, empathic, and clairsentient person, it often gets overwhelming. I feel the pain of close friends, long before they can verbalize it. I know it is not my job to fix others, but I can hold a loving, open heart for them.
Things are changing fast. Intuitions are ramping up. People are coming together in enormous numbers with the same conscience. There is no centralized leader. There are enormous, loving hearts.
In memory.
In 1992, I had a premonition that something would happen at the World Trade Cnter in New York City. My former spouse worked in either building one or two, I can't remember which. I told him about my premonition. He took a job in another corporation and was not there during the first explosion in the garage.While our marriage completed seven years later, I was glad he was safe.
The morning of September 11, 2001, something told me to turn on the television. I don't watch much television (I do not have tv service now) but I paid attention to my intuition. After immediately seeing the first plane hit, I knew something was amiss. I told a friend of mine who was at my home that there were more planes. He asked how many.
"Several, maybe four. They are coming from different places."
I didn't know what to do with the information I had. It has been this way lifelong. I get knowings about things, all kinds of things. They always pan out.
After my UFO encounter in 2010, the knowings ramped up. This coupled with being an intuit, empathic, and clairsentient person, it often gets overwhelming. I feel the pain of close friends, long before they can verbalize it. I know it is not my job to fix others, but I can hold a loving, open heart for them.
Things are changing fast. Intuitions are ramping up. People are coming together in enormous numbers with the same conscience. There is no centralized leader. There are enormous, loving hearts.
In memory.
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Extra-terrestrial Stealing
Research has demonstrated, extraterrestrials come for healthy people. They come for people who are well balanced, people who can handle the experience. Having said that, that is part of the reason I was chosen.
I was chosen because of my close relationships with so many people. Lifelong, people of all walks of life have trusted me. Not being judgmental, they know they can tell me their stories. When I was away recently, several people came up to me telling me they were so glad I was home. They have concerns, questions, experiences that they just had to share with someone. I was that someone.
What I took away from my experience was the importance, the urgency for me to stretch enough to reach them. Was this to be done in forms of communication? Yes, definitely. Some by telepathy, some through my heart.
I do feel they came to earth was to understand our human emotions. We know from Star Trek, developed by Gene Roddenberry, who was said to have ET encounters, Spock was mostly devoid of feeling. This theme is a major focus of their mission.
This video, just under two hours is worthwhile. It is dated but provides some foundation for studying extraterrestrials.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vB6uPBCVNPc
Western culture has a belief system that says taking people without their consent is illegal. Doing laboratory procedures without consent is similarly illegal. Removing memories, providing screen memories is also illegal, though the latter has no law on the books as yet. In my opinion, it should be illegal. It is just common sense.
Another thing. There is a fair amount of elitism among experiencers, researchers and the like. It is well nigh time they get over themselves. They do not own the information or the experience. They are merely the messengers. One group calls themselves the 'experienced experiencers.' Several new acquaintances made the comment, 'who left them boss?' After some thought, I tend to agree with them. This reminds me of sororities and I never wanted to join one.
We are chosen for a reason. It is time to get over yourself and be a good messenger.
I was chosen because of my close relationships with so many people. Lifelong, people of all walks of life have trusted me. Not being judgmental, they know they can tell me their stories. When I was away recently, several people came up to me telling me they were so glad I was home. They have concerns, questions, experiences that they just had to share with someone. I was that someone.
What I took away from my experience was the importance, the urgency for me to stretch enough to reach them. Was this to be done in forms of communication? Yes, definitely. Some by telepathy, some through my heart.
I do feel they came to earth was to understand our human emotions. We know from Star Trek, developed by Gene Roddenberry, who was said to have ET encounters, Spock was mostly devoid of feeling. This theme is a major focus of their mission.
This video, just under two hours is worthwhile. It is dated but provides some foundation for studying extraterrestrials.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vB6uPBCVNPc
Western culture has a belief system that says taking people without their consent is illegal. Doing laboratory procedures without consent is similarly illegal. Removing memories, providing screen memories is also illegal, though the latter has no law on the books as yet. In my opinion, it should be illegal. It is just common sense.
Another thing. There is a fair amount of elitism among experiencers, researchers and the like. It is well nigh time they get over themselves. They do not own the information or the experience. They are merely the messengers. One group calls themselves the 'experienced experiencers.' Several new acquaintances made the comment, 'who left them boss?' After some thought, I tend to agree with them. This reminds me of sororities and I never wanted to join one.
We are chosen for a reason. It is time to get over yourself and be a good messenger.
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Daydreaming My Way
Elementary school was downright boring. It was boring having to sit in a chair for a long time and I wasn't used to that. In the early grade, I was always squirming, wiggling and moving about in my small classroom chair. One wall in our classroom had ceiling to almost floor windows. The windows stopped about three feet from the floor. There were radiators there and a ledge upon which to sit. I loved sitting there.
My daydreaming began in second grade. Often my teacher would ask me not to daydream. How could I stop? There were so many adventures yet to enjoy. I did enjoy when the teacher told us to put our heads on the desk for a rest. That was my permission to take another mental adventure and I sure did. Often it would be on a balloon floating over the playground, playing in the woods near our home, or helping a sick friend, or cuddling a puppy. Everything about being connected to living things, or nature fascinated me.
Most of the time, I looked out the window. I imagined myself a Walter Mitty kind of person. If you haven't read the Secret Life of Walter Mitty, you must. We read this in fourth grade and the story would be a major theme in my life. Everything about him resonated with me. I wanted a life like his; one of adventure, exploration, trying lots of things. Walter Mitty was an adventurer, a hero, a dreamer like me.
My fourth grade teacher was my favorite one. She was kind, interested in her students and a friend of my Mother. She let us daydream and be who we are. She took us to a higher level. It was one of my best academic years and it was largely because of Mrs. Katzen. I think of her always.
Who we are begins early. For my it was and would always be dreaming my way through life.
My daydreaming began in second grade. Often my teacher would ask me not to daydream. How could I stop? There were so many adventures yet to enjoy. I did enjoy when the teacher told us to put our heads on the desk for a rest. That was my permission to take another mental adventure and I sure did. Often it would be on a balloon floating over the playground, playing in the woods near our home, or helping a sick friend, or cuddling a puppy. Everything about being connected to living things, or nature fascinated me.
Most of the time, I looked out the window. I imagined myself a Walter Mitty kind of person. If you haven't read the Secret Life of Walter Mitty, you must. We read this in fourth grade and the story would be a major theme in my life. Everything about him resonated with me. I wanted a life like his; one of adventure, exploration, trying lots of things. Walter Mitty was an adventurer, a hero, a dreamer like me.
Who we are begins early. For my it was and would always be dreaming my way through life.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
On Being A Nana
There is nothing like holding your grandbaby in your arms for the very first time. When my son and his wife had their son, my son put him in my arms. Immediately, I burst into tears. Beyond moving. Everyone in the room said in unison, "awww."
It was a priceless moment. It was also priceless when I met my adopted grandbaby for the first time. I just wanted to hold her and never let her go. It hasn't changed a bit. She will be two next month. Her brother will be six the same week.
My daughter will be having her first baby in early 2016. I will be there and more than ready! I think about what it will be like holding her baby for the very first time. Yes, I will have tissues on hand. I will also be helping out for a while and will be there before she gives birth. This Nana doesn't want to miss a single thing.
Being a grandmother is an interesting experience. I remember my mother telling me that she worried more about the grandchildren, than she did with her own children. I can surely second that. It isn't just your own child, it is theirs as well. If they are hurt, you are hurt for your own child.
It won't be long before I will have three grandchildren. I know I am so lucky to be a part of their lives, to be able to visit often, to care for them. A third generation in our family.
And when I see my new grandbby, I will have tissues on hand. I guarantee I will be using them!
It was a priceless moment. It was also priceless when I met my adopted grandbaby for the first time. I just wanted to hold her and never let her go. It hasn't changed a bit. She will be two next month. Her brother will be six the same week.
My daughter will be having her first baby in early 2016. I will be there and more than ready! I think about what it will be like holding her baby for the very first time. Yes, I will have tissues on hand. I will also be helping out for a while and will be there before she gives birth. This Nana doesn't want to miss a single thing.
Being a grandmother is an interesting experience. I remember my mother telling me that she worried more about the grandchildren, than she did with her own children. I can surely second that. It isn't just your own child, it is theirs as well. If they are hurt, you are hurt for your own child.
It won't be long before I will have three grandchildren. I know I am so lucky to be a part of their lives, to be able to visit often, to care for them. A third generation in our family.
And when I see my new grandbby, I will have tissues on hand. I guarantee I will be using them!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)