Dogs in Heaven

My mom has been gone a long while now.  We did not have an easy relationship.  The truth is her friends and family shunned her by the end.  She was harsh to people and sometimes vicious.  If she felt wronged, she was unable to measure her response.  As I remember saying often, she went for the jugular.  That’s an idiom, kind of like going “nucular.”  The difference is she wasn’t losing her control, she was a cool killer.  Her enemy, son, daughter, friend, was in it emotionally, but she enjoyed every minute eviscerating her prey.  Eventually, people came to see they could not maintain a relationship, and she became emotionally isolated.

It’s is not good for man, or woman, to live alone.  She was placed in a lovely assisted living facility with special services for the mentally ill.  The Chelsea is a beautiful home for seniors, some with dementia, some with mental illness, and some who simply need help with daily living.  Over time, mom became isolated there as she felt abandoned by everyone.

Apparently I decided to visit her and my grandmother as well, so I got into my car and began driving.  The traffic was very difficult, I became very focused on the map in my mind and somehow arrived at the Chelsea.  I parked and got out but was very confused.  I asked people there am I in the right place? I don’t know how I got here.  This is the Chelsea? Is my mom here?  They said yes and pointed across the street.  Before she died she was placed in Care One nursing home, across the street.

But there was an event today at the Chelsea and so we walked onto the grounds and there I saw several dogs running and they went inside.  One pretty white dog stopped to say hi to me.  I petted her as we stood outside.  I felt as if I should not go in but the kind people waited with the door open for me.  It was clear I was welcome.

I went inside and there I watched these kind souls playing with the dogs.  I marveled at our dog, pretty Tootsie with her long white fur, all combed and trimmed.  She was so happy and hopping about on her hind legs begging for treats!  I smiled broadly.  I was enjoying this so much!

When I realized I was seeing Tootsie, my mom’s dog, I awoke.

I visit the other side often enough, but I was puzzled as to why I was brought to see my mom’s dog.

I remembered how she cared for that dog.  Tootsie was found abandoned in a parking lot.  She was sickly and scared.  My mom took her in, cleaned her up, nursed her back to health.  She had at one point 2 dogs and six cats.  She took excellent care of them all.  Tootsie had bad teeth and mom brushed them for her every day.

I remembered when my father became terminally ill, how mom cared for him at home.  I remembered how when mom’s neighbor, a woman she fought with daily, took a stroke, mom visited her every day in the hospital until she died.  Mom later became a volunteer at the hospital.

I remembered In the Light World, mom was a particularly incorrigible soul.  As far as I could see, she was hopeless, unredeemable.

They found a way, I realized.  Through the dogs, through caring for others, they found a way to reach her.  That’s why there are dogs in heaven.

The Planes of Consciousness

The Most High is

He who resides at the highest plane of Consciousness, which is outside of Time.

The plane of Consciousness known as Cause and Effect or Time is our realm.

It is comprised of several planes or realities.

There is the astral or sleep plane and the waking level.  We are familiar with these.

Upon death the light body travels to a higher plane within Time known as the Light World.

There it sheds its mental and emotional bodies, which are too heavy for that plane.

Within our level of Time, the third and fourth dimensions,  it is possible to experience very low or comparatively high states of consciousness.  Thus we have some unevolved creatures and also the spiritual adepts or even holy men.

The mind and spirit transcends the levels of consciousness when it is able.

This explains why some have seen and some have not.

That which is seen can be explained but never really understood until the eyes are opened and true vision is acquired.

Who Shall See God

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. 

Jesus Christ spoke these words at his Sermon on the Mount.

Because many do not see, nor hear God, they assume there is no God.

The Seers, those with clear vision, have seen what you have not.

Those with eyes to see and ears to hear are changed by their experience.

You cannot be told what you cannot see and We cannot unsee it.

When your eyes are opened and your heart is pure, you will begin to see and hear what lies behind the door of consciousness.

Your consciousness must be purified, elevated to get a glimpse of this.  It is important to work on inspiration, gratitude, loving and caring thoughts and actions.  These will reset your vibration to higher levels and as you purify your mind and heart, the light will flood your consciousness.  Only then will you begin to see.  When you stop to listen when you pray, only then will you begin to hear.

The Plan

An Architect creates a blueprint in order to plan out a house or building before construction.

I calculate pensions.  I use a spreadsheet to prove my calculations.

Sometimes I’m just thinking, or traveling on a plane, away from my computer, and I come up with a whole new spreadsheet. One time, I solved a problem that was many years old and had a whole new idea on how to do a certain calculation. The problem was I was away on vacation. Couldn’t wait to get back and make my new spreadsheet! It was a great success.  We use it all the time now for a certain type of calculation that used to be done very manually.  This saves us a lot of time.

I read that Albert Einstein thought about problems involving time and space for decades running little thought experiments in his head until he finally came up with the Theory of Relativity. Various aspects of the Theory of Relativity are still being proven today in the lab.

Something we cannot even fathom is in the mind of the creator. And this is his workshop, his spreadsheet, his blueprint.

Every particle of existence flits in and out of the void, and we’ve known for a century that all manifest creation is responsive to consciousness.

It is all consciousness.

In the Circle of Infinity, the algorithms repeat and refine until a perfect pattern emerges.  All of this happens in the blinking of an eye, or as Einstein would say when time is stopped, at the place where light and time stand still at the center of the Light Heavens .

Jesus

Following the example of Jesus is not the same as organized religion. One is pure of heart, an excellent example of humanity. The other is twisted, corrupt and power hungry.  The difference is reading the bible vs theology.  There are profound moral lessons in the bible. I don't think its perfect but it will help you grow in spirit.  I've spent most of my life studying "religion" always the purest forms or texts I can find. Never theology. Jesus was the greatest example of how a human being should live. He lived to serve others, teach them, heal them, love them and gave everything he had for this purpose.  Whether a man or a God, he is the greatest character ever written.  He is an inspiration to man to rise above his impoverished nature and shine his inner light.

Ringo

Last night, as I lay in bed trying to go to sleep, I felt something jump on the bed. I was a little scared and I turned on the light and still nothing there. I assumed I must’ve jolted and make the bed jump.

I turned off the light and said some prayers, making sure there were no evil spirits around me.

I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke, I realized I had dreamt of Ringo. It was an odd dream, I was an observer at some sort of baseball tournament, but the rules were a bit different.

Dogs were allowed to play, and so were birds. Each round, play would be over if one of the dogs could snag a bird from the air, and that dog’s team would win that round. I watched as my Ringo zipped across the field and snagged a bird.

Gently he held his prize in his jaw until it was acknowledged that he had captured the bird and won the round.

Ringo came off the field, and play resumed for the next round. I saw him streak across the field again and capture another fowl!  Ringo was young and alive again, and I was so proud of him!

Without even waiting to see how the game ended, I snapped a picture of the score and went off to show people how proud I was of my dog!

It was like a combination of baseball and the golden snitch from Harry Potter.

I don’t know how he did it, but Ringo came home last night.

Why are Democrats Angry

Someone noticed that many Democrats are apparently angry nowadays.  The observer even went so far as to say, hateful.  Are Democrats angry? Have they been vocal about their disgust, or distress with the current ‘administration?’

I’d like to respond to that.

What? Angry? 

No, of course not!

We like having a laughing-stock idiot President.  

We Democrats enjoy having voted for a Rhodes Scholar, winning the majority, and then being cheated by a flim-flam GOP-party skewed electorate.  

It’s actually a delight beyond words to watch the planet choke off and die knowing our children and grandchildren will get to live in a Republican Hell, with violent weather, racist gun-toting morons, and economic mismanagement.  

Top it all off with an obvious coup d’etat with Russia holding the President by the short-hairs, and we’re a downright happy lot!

No no.  Democrats are not angry.  Anger is a very unproductive emotion.  We’re just telling it like it is.  At some point the irrational exuberance of having the keys to the car will wear off and the stocks will crumble because that is what happens to unregulated markets.  

As we harden our hearts to displaced and frightened refugees around the globe, one day we will walk in their shoes.  We speak for ourselves when we show no mercy.

We spoil our own nest when we litter the seas and rape the planet.

We failed because we did not understand the weakness of our fellow man.  We never dreamt such a vile creature could become President.  Democrats are not angry.  There are no words to describe the disgust and horror we feel.