One day you realize you were living a pattern and you just came full circle.
You realize that something started early in your life, and you lost something. Now it is many years later when you find much has been restored to you, and that symbol of what you lost is returned.
Even the symbol of what was lost and what is returned contains yet another symbol of what you have become. It contains your trademark, the statement of the value added through your experience of loss and gain.
God speaks to you through the symbols. What are words, but symbols of meaning.
God speaks with the sound of many voices. That is because he is fluent in every language.
One of the Lessons you are here to learn is to communicate on every level.
The Angels’ language is that of symbols.
They speak telepathically transmitting a language of thought. It’s form is geometric.
Your messages are all about you and within you. They represent layers of reality and levels of mind.
It’s sheer genius, relevance, complexity and simplicity, the elegance will tell you it is a Word from Beyond.
Sunday, June 23, 2019
Saturday, June 22, 2019
Something Visceral
That gnawing feeling, something deep down, that you can’t shake.
You know something’s wrong.
Sometimes it’s a bad feeling, like an omen. Don’t go out tonight... stay away from him... or maybe don’t loan him money.
Sometimes you have a strong aversion to a person, place or thing. It’s so strong that you cannot fight it. You move away. You don’t know what you’re afraid of. You don’t know what you’re missing.
Your subconscious knows. It processes the information your conscious mind cannot or will not recognize.
Sometimes the only danger is to your mind. But you need to face that fear, find out why it’s there.
Why are you dreading this place? Does it remind you of something, someone?
It’s never been wrong, and I’ve never given in to the dark warnings.
They are like alarm bells going off in my chest and in the pit of my stomach.
But the aversions, they are more subtle. You simply don’t go there, don’t do that and never think about why.
Your mind is keeping a secret from you. It’s playing God with your life.
You got hurt there and it won’t let you try again.
It’s sheltering, protecting you... deciding for you... just like mommy once did.
Just like a parent, it’s been decided for you: you’re not allowed to play there, go there, see those people.
This is because you recoiled emotionally, and refuse to mentally acknowledge your experience.
After you grow up, you may classify that past experience differently. By remembering the incident, you free up emotion. Right now, the negative emotional energy from past hurts drains you, and you have less compassion for those around you. You have regrets about your life and resentments about it’s direction. You don’t know why you don’t make changes.
Something visceral is there, something you don’t understand, and that means you have unfinished business, uncharted courses, unfinished love. Your desires were once thwarted. You need to heal and get back to living.
Are you ready to try again?
You know something’s wrong.
Sometimes it’s a bad feeling, like an omen. Don’t go out tonight... stay away from him... or maybe don’t loan him money.
Sometimes you have a strong aversion to a person, place or thing. It’s so strong that you cannot fight it. You move away. You don’t know what you’re afraid of. You don’t know what you’re missing.
Your subconscious knows. It processes the information your conscious mind cannot or will not recognize.
Sometimes the only danger is to your mind. But you need to face that fear, find out why it’s there.
Why are you dreading this place? Does it remind you of something, someone?
It’s never been wrong, and I’ve never given in to the dark warnings.
They are like alarm bells going off in my chest and in the pit of my stomach.
But the aversions, they are more subtle. You simply don’t go there, don’t do that and never think about why.
Your mind is keeping a secret from you. It’s playing God with your life.
You got hurt there and it won’t let you try again.
It’s sheltering, protecting you... deciding for you... just like mommy once did.
Just like a parent, it’s been decided for you: you’re not allowed to play there, go there, see those people.
This is because you recoiled emotionally, and refuse to mentally acknowledge your experience.
After you grow up, you may classify that past experience differently. By remembering the incident, you free up emotion. Right now, the negative emotional energy from past hurts drains you, and you have less compassion for those around you. You have regrets about your life and resentments about it’s direction. You don’t know why you don’t make changes.
Something visceral is there, something you don’t understand, and that means you have unfinished business, uncharted courses, unfinished love. Your desires were once thwarted. You need to heal and get back to living.
Are you ready to try again?
Friday, June 14, 2019
An Arizona Ice Floe
He’s 99 years old.
He’s crusty, old, still sharp but can’t walk. He falls on the way to the bathroom.
He falls and the paramedics come to pick him up.
They told him he has to go to a home.
He doesn’t want to go.
Sunday is Fathers Day.
I heard they’re taking him out to dinner.
I can’t imagine how it feels.
When you’re feeling abandoned.
In Alaska when it was time, the elderly would be set out to sea upon an ice floe.
Imagine that feeling, but amazingly they knew what to expect.
In Arizona there are no ice floes.
He’s crusty, old, still sharp but can’t walk. He falls on the way to the bathroom.
He falls and the paramedics come to pick him up.
They told him he has to go to a home.
He doesn’t want to go.
Sunday is Fathers Day.
I heard they’re taking him out to dinner.
I can’t imagine how it feels.
When you’re feeling abandoned.
In Alaska when it was time, the elderly would be set out to sea upon an ice floe.
Imagine that feeling, but amazingly they knew what to expect.
In Arizona there are no ice floes.
The Good Samaritan
Jesus told the tale of the Good Samaritan. In those Biblical times, Samaritans were strangers from a strange city and were not trusted. The Good Samaritan was a man who found a broken and beaten stranger on the road. The man had been robbed and left for dead. The Samaritan was a stranger but he took the man to get him lodgings and paid for him to be fed and taken care of until the man could recover. He did this only because he was a good person. There was nothing in it for him.
Today the Peoples of the earth have become quite polarized. Many people who live in civilized countries and have turned their backs on those who are less fortunate, preferring instead to secure their own households. Many people in Third World countries have become oppressed. We see the pictures of them starving, skeletal people from Yemen and their hollow-eyed children. These images are reminiscent of concentration camps. We send Warcraft to countries that bomb third world countries. We do this for profit. We are told about collateral damage as our bombs hit and destroy the homes of families and we avert our eyes at the horror of dismembered children.
The ‘me first’ mentality has taken root. The evangelicals blindly worship their new leader, seeing not his flaws but piously calling him god’s gift and praying for his safety. They see not the False Prophet, the liar, the abomination who rips children from their families.
He has polarized the people, divided them between good and evil as surely as the Hand of God. What if the evangelicals are right? What if God did send this man?
He may indeed be a catalyst. His brazenness encourages those with similar evil in their hearts to speak forth their truth. And they wear his mark upon their foreheads just as foretold in the Bible. Man’s Anti-God Army can wreak havoc on earth but in the end will but destroy their own home.
The Bible tells us of an end time, when the Lord separates the wheat from the chaff and takes the wheat up to be with him and leaves the rest, the chaff, to suffer horribly on this planet. Plagues will come and there will be death and suffering. The Bible then tells of the return of an angry Messiah who will seize the beast and throw him into the abyss.
What if the evangelicals are right? Maybe this was all part of God’s plan and now that the wheat and the chaff have been separated, let them ask themselves which are they? Surely they do not much resemble the Good Samaritan.
Today the Peoples of the earth have become quite polarized. Many people who live in civilized countries and have turned their backs on those who are less fortunate, preferring instead to secure their own households. Many people in Third World countries have become oppressed. We see the pictures of them starving, skeletal people from Yemen and their hollow-eyed children. These images are reminiscent of concentration camps. We send Warcraft to countries that bomb third world countries. We do this for profit. We are told about collateral damage as our bombs hit and destroy the homes of families and we avert our eyes at the horror of dismembered children.
The ‘me first’ mentality has taken root. The evangelicals blindly worship their new leader, seeing not his flaws but piously calling him god’s gift and praying for his safety. They see not the False Prophet, the liar, the abomination who rips children from their families.
He has polarized the people, divided them between good and evil as surely as the Hand of God. What if the evangelicals are right? What if God did send this man?
He may indeed be a catalyst. His brazenness encourages those with similar evil in their hearts to speak forth their truth. And they wear his mark upon their foreheads just as foretold in the Bible. Man’s Anti-God Army can wreak havoc on earth but in the end will but destroy their own home.
The Bible tells us of an end time, when the Lord separates the wheat from the chaff and takes the wheat up to be with him and leaves the rest, the chaff, to suffer horribly on this planet. Plagues will come and there will be death and suffering. The Bible then tells of the return of an angry Messiah who will seize the beast and throw him into the abyss.
What if the evangelicals are right? Maybe this was all part of God’s plan and now that the wheat and the chaff have been separated, let them ask themselves which are they? Surely they do not much resemble the Good Samaritan.
Sunday, June 9, 2019
The People in my Backyard
I have a memory. The last time I saw them, in my backyard.
Every summer we invite many friends and neighbors to enjoy our green grass, swimming pool and a cookout.
I can’t possibly spend enough time with all of them. But they come. They’ve gotten to know each other. Some of them have become friends.
There was Paul. I think of him as a father figure, tall grey haired, and with a twinkle in his eye. I remember him sitting under the canopy enjoying conversation one summer. That would be his last summer, and my last memory of him.
My neighbor Joan was there last summer. My first Memory of her was when she came to our front yard, brought a chair and her own white wine with some ice cubes in it. That became her trademark, that white wine with ice cubes and her entertaining banter. Joan could tell quite an amusing story. As she got older and into her 80s, she became wheelchair-bound and her son Greg took care of her. Greg devoted several years of his life to taking care of his invalid mother. He was a witty, and charming man. Greg liked to cook and loved to help make food for the barbecue. He brought his mother to our cookout last summer. I couldn’t spend nearly enough time with them because I had so many guests.
Sometimes I only see these people once a year. They are old friends and business friends and neighbors and new friends.
We lost my neighbor Linda over the winter. Once again the last time I saw her was in the summer in my backyard. Thank God for that barbecue and for the chance to see people. We all work so hard and have so many commitments, and Linda worked too. At her eulogy I heard from so many people who worked with her who were there to tell me just how special she was and what a good person she was. It made me think why didn’t I visit her more often.
Another friend heard about Linda and asked if she had met her. I said yes, you saw her at the barbecues. I searched for a photo. She knew her instantly, as well as the two others in the photo, Joan and Greg.
We had a hard winter here and lost all three.
There they were in the photo, looking back at me: Joan, Greg and Linda. The last time I would ever see them.
I think of the people in my backyard. When I invite them, it is because I care about them and I enjoy them. I’m so glad they came.
Every summer we invite many friends and neighbors to enjoy our green grass, swimming pool and a cookout.
I can’t possibly spend enough time with all of them. But they come. They’ve gotten to know each other. Some of them have become friends.
There was Paul. I think of him as a father figure, tall grey haired, and with a twinkle in his eye. I remember him sitting under the canopy enjoying conversation one summer. That would be his last summer, and my last memory of him.
My neighbor Joan was there last summer. My first Memory of her was when she came to our front yard, brought a chair and her own white wine with some ice cubes in it. That became her trademark, that white wine with ice cubes and her entertaining banter. Joan could tell quite an amusing story. As she got older and into her 80s, she became wheelchair-bound and her son Greg took care of her. Greg devoted several years of his life to taking care of his invalid mother. He was a witty, and charming man. Greg liked to cook and loved to help make food for the barbecue. He brought his mother to our cookout last summer. I couldn’t spend nearly enough time with them because I had so many guests.
Sometimes I only see these people once a year. They are old friends and business friends and neighbors and new friends.
We lost my neighbor Linda over the winter. Once again the last time I saw her was in the summer in my backyard. Thank God for that barbecue and for the chance to see people. We all work so hard and have so many commitments, and Linda worked too. At her eulogy I heard from so many people who worked with her who were there to tell me just how special she was and what a good person she was. It made me think why didn’t I visit her more often.
Another friend heard about Linda and asked if she had met her. I said yes, you saw her at the barbecues. I searched for a photo. She knew her instantly, as well as the two others in the photo, Joan and Greg.
We had a hard winter here and lost all three.
There they were in the photo, looking back at me: Joan, Greg and Linda. The last time I would ever see them.
I think of the people in my backyard. When I invite them, it is because I care about them and I enjoy them. I’m so glad they came.
Saturday, June 8, 2019
Dancing on the Edge
The amygdala is the part of your brain that processes emotion. It also handles survival instincts and memory. The case here shows what happened when the amygdala was damaged by trauma.
There are two such amygdala centers, one for each brain lobe. They are small almond shaped clusters. The white paper starts as follows:
The amygdala was damaged when a perfect storm of emotional and financial crisis hit, and fear responses were also triggered. To complete the storm a strong electrical attack, a brainwave storm crashed the amygdala.
The subject was left emotionally devastated and unable to process all that had happened. The fight or flight response (survival instinct) kicked in and she fled her life and then completely deleted all memories related to the incident. Thus we have emotion, fear, and memory all triggered and interacting through a damaged amygdala. The shattered amygdala remained unable to process emotion or feel compassion for decades.
Upon finally healing and breaching the brain scars the subject began to recall the events and process the emotion. She found her own personality was unrecognizable to herself as were her life choices and goals. She mourned the life she felt she lost when she lost herself.
She integrated her new personality with the injured self and began to process the grief.
She remembered the sense of failure from losing her husband’s love. Her next relationship blew up in her face when the man she was falling in love with angrily rejected her. He thought she had betrayed him and his reaction stunned and intimidated her. That was when she found herself on the emotional edge, deflated and wounded, retreating to her home. At that point she experienced utter shock when the final wave hit, the electrical storm. She saw the angry emotional wave come at her and felt it pass through her being. She was destroyed.
All humans are connected through the collective unconscious, and she saw the thought-waves that wished to sever ties. Like knives, they severed every emotional tie and she was left bereft.
The ship of her psyche could not be repaired as it limped home, and it never found port but remained adrift and lost on the sea of consciousness for many decades. Until the hull and decks could be repaired and the ship pumped free of its emotional overload, it could not sail home again.
She remembered dancing with him. She remembered making up after their blowout. She had forgotten that he wanted her back. She left him waiting for her as she forgot to return home.
Sometimes this is called a fugue, when people just forget their lives and walk away from everyone they know. They sometimes are found decades later with entirely new lives. Since she was alone in a strange city, feeling abandoned by her family, husband and friends, no one knew she had done this. Her amygdala surgically deleted all stressful memories of that place in time, everything that could trigger a memory of him was behind that door, the emotional door he had closed in her face.
And though he searched for her for years he could not find her.
There are two such amygdala centers, one for each brain lobe. They are small almond shaped clusters. The white paper starts as follows:
The amygdala was damaged when a perfect storm of emotional and financial crisis hit, and fear responses were also triggered. To complete the storm a strong electrical attack, a brainwave storm crashed the amygdala.
The subject was left emotionally devastated and unable to process all that had happened. The fight or flight response (survival instinct) kicked in and she fled her life and then completely deleted all memories related to the incident. Thus we have emotion, fear, and memory all triggered and interacting through a damaged amygdala. The shattered amygdala remained unable to process emotion or feel compassion for decades.
Upon finally healing and breaching the brain scars the subject began to recall the events and process the emotion. She found her own personality was unrecognizable to herself as were her life choices and goals. She mourned the life she felt she lost when she lost herself.
She integrated her new personality with the injured self and began to process the grief.
She remembered the sense of failure from losing her husband’s love. Her next relationship blew up in her face when the man she was falling in love with angrily rejected her. He thought she had betrayed him and his reaction stunned and intimidated her. That was when she found herself on the emotional edge, deflated and wounded, retreating to her home. At that point she experienced utter shock when the final wave hit, the electrical storm. She saw the angry emotional wave come at her and felt it pass through her being. She was destroyed.
All humans are connected through the collective unconscious, and she saw the thought-waves that wished to sever ties. Like knives, they severed every emotional tie and she was left bereft.
The ship of her psyche could not be repaired as it limped home, and it never found port but remained adrift and lost on the sea of consciousness for many decades. Until the hull and decks could be repaired and the ship pumped free of its emotional overload, it could not sail home again.
She remembered dancing with him. She remembered making up after their blowout. She had forgotten that he wanted her back. She left him waiting for her as she forgot to return home.
Sometimes this is called a fugue, when people just forget their lives and walk away from everyone they know. They sometimes are found decades later with entirely new lives. Since she was alone in a strange city, feeling abandoned by her family, husband and friends, no one knew she had done this. Her amygdala surgically deleted all stressful memories of that place in time, everything that could trigger a memory of him was behind that door, the emotional door he had closed in her face.
And though he searched for her for years he could not find her.
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