Metaphysical musings on The Beattitudes 

Definitions

For this journey let us first discipline the discussion by presenting you with some definitions, which hopefully can be shared, as:

  • The BE-attitudes. Attitudes of BE-ing, how we can be, or may become perfect. (As in “Be ye perfect…”)
  • Perfect. A way of BEing whole, flowing with the electrifying presence of, or perfected in the awareness of God.
  • Metaphysical. Anything beyond the physical manifestation. More than being physical. Unanswerable mystery. Each being either distinct from God (as in, mirror likeness) or part of, flowing with God.
  • God. LIMITLESS, Ever-Living, Filling-All-Space, Creator Source Energy. Alpha and Omega – the Beginning and End. Chi or Qi. YOWAH or Great Spirit. All That Is And Ever Shall Be. OMnipotent, OMnipresent, OMniscience.
  • God Bumps. A bodily feeling of an electrifying presence believed to be the flow of  Limitless, Ever-Living, Filling-All-Space, Creator Source Energy flowing through you. Do not ignore it, or deny its presence, as that would be blasphemous against your knowing, yes, even your alignment with God. Denying the power thereof would be akin to blasphemy.
  • Translation. A different way of interpreting the same words. That is, my heavy assumption is that each Bible translator had the same original papyrus or scroll from which the specific books were translated.

About the markings (acronyms) used here:

I am quoting/referencing first from the New Revised Standard Version (NRSV) here, and I will be citing (not presenting the entire scripture for brevity’s sake), and then I will note the reference to the Holy Scriptures of the Restoration (marked as HSR) and the Ferrar Fenton (FF) translations to provide additional meaning, as I feel appropriate. Finally, I will add the metaphysical musing (MM) after each segment of scripture, which are thoughts and words that flowed to me by grace for our continued learning.

MM opening statement: The sermon on the mount, or Beattitudes, written long after Jesus the Christ physically walked the Earth, was learned and held deeply fast by His disciples, who then, in turn, taught others and founded churches.

As you might imagine, the ones who learned these sermons directly from Jesus and were disciplined in living His teachings, would teach and write (or have scribes write) the messages, as Jesus’ words were like literal food for the disciples–they would give their own lives for the Word.

It has been said that the Beattitudes were compiled from many of Jesus’ own sermons, as presented during different times and various outdoor locations, so it would seem natural that if one would desire to draw closer to Him that you would sit with, or meditate upon these words to obtain each nuanced meaning, yes, every deep and profound aspect that can sustain you, physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Much love and many blessings to you in ALL ways. Amen.

The Beatitudes

Matthew Chapter 5 

When Jesus saw (FF: observing) the crowds, he went up (FF: ascended the hill) (HSR: into a) the mountain; and after he sat down, his disciples came to him. Then he began to speak, and taught them, saying:

(HSR: Blessed are they who should believe on me; and again, more blessed are they who shall believe on your words, when ye shall testify that ye have seen me and that I am. Yea, blessed are they who shall believe on your words, and come down into the depth of humility, and be baptized in my name; for they shall be visited with fire and the Holy Ghost, and shall receive a remission of their sins.)

Blessed are the poor (FF: gentle) in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. (HSR: Yea, blessed are the poor in spirit, who come unto me; for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.)  MM: Many readers are confused by the terms, “poor in spirit”, or even “gentle in spirit” here. But we must remember why Jesus is teaching his disciples, to prepare them for a time when he will not be in the physical form, and the disciples will need to go into all of the world and convince them to come unto Christ Jesus. I believe this is why the HSR adds the two verses prior to verse 3 in the other Bible translations).

Blessed are those who mourn (FF: the sufferers), for they will be comforted. MM: It seems all have at the least, one moment of suffering in their life. It would be good to know then that Jesus really, loves you–through and through.

Blessed are the meek (FF: kind-hearted), for they will inherit the earth. MM: Do you want the Earth? It doesn’t seem like many people want a pure Earth, the way in which it was at the beginning of humankind. Most want to rape and plunder Earth’s resources, including its inhabitants. If you really want to inherit the Earth, act like it. Show me. Plant a garden. Plant a tree. Learn how to plant flowers in a garden instead of using pesticides to keep the bugs at bay so your vegetables will grow healthy. Sing to the plants. When you take a plant for food, plant the seeds from it to propogate more food. OMniscience has given you all you would ever need, but you misuse it. Learn. Appreciate. Be mindful of needs vs. wants. 

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled (FF: satisfied). (HSR: filled with the Holy Ghost). MM: When you know that you know. For me, it’s when I feel the inner physical sensation of God Bumps, as I have coined the term, explained elsewhere in my blog articles.

Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive (FF: shall secure) (HSR: obtain) mercy.

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God (FF: God Himself).

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God (FF: shall be declared God’s own sons). MM: Curiously, many other times in the Bible, it refers to all men and women as being God’s children. Must it be then, that we have all been created with the capability to be peacemakers?

10 Blessed are those who are persecuted (HSR: for my name’s sake) for righteousness’ sake, (FF: on account of righteousness) for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

11 Blessed are you when people revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. 12 Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you. (FF: You are blessed whenever they curse and persecute you, and say every vile thing against you, falsely, because of Me. Be glad and delighted…). MM: For many, this may be the hardest lesson to learn in this life. If you had another turn at it, would you want it? Maybe it would be wise to sit with this one longer, until you really get the fullness of its meaning. 

13 You are the salt of the earth; but if salt has lost its taste (FF: strength) (HSR: savor), how can its saltiness be restored? (FF: with what can itself be salted?) It is no longer good for anything, but is thrown out and trampled under foot. (FF: It is then good for nothing, but to be flung out and trodden under foot by mankind.) MM: Note here that when we lose our ability to make peace, and allow peace to be the norm on Earth–that would occur after all people would come to know Christ Jesus–then we are again on/in the ground of the Earth, similar to the Hell that was discussed earlier.

14 You are the light of the world. A city built on a hill cannot be hid. 15 No one after lighting a lamp puts it under the bushel basket (FF: corn measure), but on the lampstand, and it gives light to all in the house. 16 In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works (FF: conduct) and give glory (FF: praise) to your Father in heaven. MM: Especially to the light workers, you must set the bar really high in this life–love one another! When you speak of others, raise them up! Let all whom you encounter, walk away feeling the best that they can about themselves. 

17 Do not think (FF: imagine) that I have come to abolish the law or the prophets; I have come not to abolish but to fulfill (FF: complete them). 18 For truly I tell you, until heaven (FF: the heavens) and earth pass away, not one letter, not one stroke of a letter, will pass (FF: disappear) from the law until all is accomplished (FF: has been completed). 19 Therefore, whoever breaks one of the least of these commandments, and teaches others to do the same, (HSR: he shall in no wise be saved in the kingdom of heaven) will be called least in the kingdom of heaven; but whoever does them and teaches them will be called great in the kingdom of heaven (HSR: shall be saved in the kingdom of heaven). 20 For I tell you, unless your righteousness exceeds that of the scribes and Pharisees, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. (FFIf, therefore, any one shall make light of one of the least of its commands, and shall teach men so, he shall be declared the least in the Kingdom of Heaven; but whoever teaches them and acts up to them, he shall be great in the Kingdom of Heaven. For I tell you that if your righteousness does not surpass that of the professors and Pharisees, you can by no means enter the Kingdom of Heaven.) MM: God is great, and God teaches everyone via life experience. That’s why we’ve all come to this Earth.

21 You have heard that it was said to those of ancient times (FF: You have heard that it was said by the ancients), ‘You shall not murder’; (HSR: Thou shalt not kill) and ‘whoever murders shall be liable to judgment.’ (FF: if a man should murder, he would be liable to punishment.) (HSR: shall be in danger of the judgment of God.) 22 But I say to you that if you are angry with a brother or sister, you will be liable to judgment; and if you insult a brother or sister, you will be liable to the council; and if you say, ‘You fool,’ you will be liable to the hell of fire. (FF: But I tell you, that every man quarrelling with his brother will be liable to punishment; and if he should call his brother ‘Scoundrel,’ he will be liable to the High Court of Justice; and whoever shall call his brother ‘Rebel,’ will be liable to the branding by fire.) (HSR: But I say unto you that whosoever is angry with his brother, shall be in danger of his judgment, and whosoever shall say to his brother, Raca, or Rabcha, shall be in danger of the council; and whosoever shall say to his brother, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hellfire.) MM: This is one of the passages that is often most frightening as we are not told what we are not supposed to kill. The Essenes ate from living plants, without killing the plant, because of the way they interpreted the law. At some point, the word “kill” became “murder” to insinuate that we should not murder another human being. I also believe this is why in many states of the USA, we have abolished capital punishment. And no doubt, this is also the main reason Christians, and people of faith, are against abortion. If you forget other passages of the Sermon on the Mount, this is certainly one that needs to be pondered and well understood. When you kill with your intentions to break a creature’s spirit, use a hateful tone of voice, or other hurtful physical actions, are these not just as harmful?

23 So when you are offering your gift at the altar, if you remember that your brother or sister has something against you, 24 leave your gift there before the altar and go; first be reconciled to your brother or sister, and then come and offer your gift. (FF: Therefore, even if you have carried your offering up to the altar, and you should there discover that your brother has suffered any wrong by you, leave your offering even before the altar, and go away; first be reconciled to your brother, and then returning, present your offering.) MM: Giving tithes to a church does you no good, and certainly doesn’t do your soul any good, if you are holding any kind of hurt feelings, bitterness, jealousy, or such against your brother, neighbor, family member, or anyone you have had any kind of personal dispute with–either in person or online (virtual / social media). Make up with the person or whatever you have to do to patch things up, forgive the person and yourself, and then, feel and notice the love you hold for the person and yourself within your heart–before giving any tithes (gifts, money, or service) to the church. We are each mirrors of each other, and aspects of God, so we cannot hold animosity against anyone, for any reason, without a kind of boomerang effect turning that angst right back around on us. God will not accept tithes from us while our heart is in such a dark state.

25 Come to terms quickly with your accuser (FF: make friends with your accuser quickly) while you are on the way to court with him, (FF: while you are in his company) or your accuser may hand you over to the judge, and the judge to the guard, and you will be thrown into prison. 26 Truly I tell you, you will never get out until you have paid the last penny. MM: Make amends with anyone who believes you have wronged them. As was just stated previously about tithing, this lesson goes far beyond tithes and offerings to God. What hurts one, hurts all. We Are All Connected.

27 You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall not commit adultery.’ 28 But I say to you that everyone who looks (FF: looks lewdly) at a woman with lust has already committed adultery with her in his heart. (Note: The NRSV, nor the FF contain this next verse, however, I believe that the King James version does include it. HSR: Behold, I give unto you a commandment, that ye suffer none of these things, wherein ye will take up your cross, than that ye should be cast into hell.)

29 If (FF: If, therefore) your right eye causes you to sin, tear it out and throw it away; it is better (FF: it will be profitable) for you to lose one of your members than for your whole body to be thrown into hell (FF: perish in the Pit). 30 And if your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away (FF: from you); it is better for you to lose one of your members (FF: limbs) than for your whole body to go into hell (FF: perish in the Pit). (HSR: Behold, it is written by them of old time, that thou shalt not commit adultery. But I say unto you that whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her, hath committed adultery with her already in his heart.) MM: The word Hell in the Bible is referring to the ground beneath our feet, or within the Earth. It was long thought that since fire/lava flowed to the surface of the Earth, from deep inside the Earth, that Hell must be a terrible, never-ceasing pit of fire. People used to say, they were going “helling for potatoes” when they were going to go dig potatoes out of the dirt. Hell should not be thought of then, as a place of terrible burning torment. However, Hell as in meaning one will lay forever in the dirt, is nearly just as gruesome of a thought, for if one does not know God in one way or another and is cut off from God, then spending eternity in the grave could be considered just as awful and lonely. From another perspective, your eye, or your view of the world, can be hell if all you see around you is dark, evil, or foreboding. One can live in that kind of underworld. And in that scenario, when we see bad all around us, we think it’s all bad. But the good news is that you don’t have to live like that. You can choose to see with new eyes, or realize the abundance of nature around you, of the beauty of life. There is good in the world. Choose to see it! This also reminds me of a philosophical question. Do you believe the Universe is friendly? The way you answer that question will clue you in as to how you see the world.

31 It was also said (FF: decreed), ‘Whoever divorces (FF: dismiss) his wife, let him give her a certificate of divorce.’ 32 But I say to you that anyone who divorces his wife, except on the ground of unchastity (FF: fornication), causes her to commit adultery (FF: he represents her to be an adulteress); and whoever marries a divorced woman commits adultery. MM: Some see this as God’s intent to punish women, but others see it as a way for God to hold the married man accountable, since in the old days, and in many times still today, once a woman has married she has lost her dowry, any gifts her parents had to give her and her husband, and of course, her virginity / youth. We know from other scripture verses that God hates divorce. Could it be that is because divorce is costly and cruel to all parties, especially the couple’s children. It causes so much suffering. The next verse discusses breaking of oaths, marriage is of course, one of the highest oaths anyone can make to another person, so it should be obvious that it must not be entered into without careful prayer, fasting, and the most discerning of knowledge of yourself and the person you intend to marry. These verses show us how loving God is, by showing us that God seeks to spare us of the hurt and pain of divorce. You see some animals in nature only take one mate for life, how much more does God want this for us.

33 Again, you have heard that it was said to those of ancient times, ‘You shall not swear falsely (FF: not perjure yourselves), but carry out the vows you have made to the Lord.’ 34 But I say to you, Do not swear at all, either by heaven, for it is the throne of God, 35 or by the earth, for it is his footstool, or by Jerusalem, for it is the city of the great King. 36 And do not swear by your head, for you cannot make one hair white or black. 37 Let your word (FF: language) be ‘Yes, Yes’ or ‘No, No’; anything more than this comes from the evil one. MM: When we speak from our aligned selves, our innermost self that is a spark of God, what we speak resonates with (vibrates with “like” frequency) all of creation! Ahh, the sweet Harmony! Yet, how often can it been seen, that even after leaving church or synagogue, one might curse or swear at someone who cuts them off in traffic, which might have put our friends and family at risk of accident or injury? Often, so it seems, the cursing is done out of fear. Many people vow never to eat a certain food again, drink a certain beverage, or vow to repay another, even swearing in God’s Holy name, and then very quickly forget what they vowed to do. God is LIMITLESS! God is OMnipotent, OMnipresent, OMniscience! God has created everything! God rules over ALL of Creation, of which you are only a fractal part and has full reign to teach you in duplicitous, mirror-like, or LIMITLESS number of ways (using any means). Yet, you believe, just because you have a mouth that can say anything, that you have been given the gift of breath to be able to make hollow vows? You can only make your hair light or dark by a chemical process, but God is ruler over ALL. Might you consider this before you take God’s name and make any kind of vow in the future. Note: the so called evil ones are of lower vibration. Keep your vibration high (pure positive), not focusing on, or speaking of the lower vibrations and automatically the lesser vibrations are kept at bay.

38 You have heard that it was said, ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.’ 39 But I say to you, Do not resist an evildoer (FF: Do not contend with the wicked). But if anyone strikes you on the right cheek, turn the other also; 40 and if anyone wants to sue you (FF: drags you to law) and take your coat, give your cloak as well; 41 and if anyone forces you to go one mile, go also the second mile. 42 Give to everyone who begs from you, and do not refuse anyone who wants to borrow from you. MM: What you resist, persists. You can battle someone to the death. What good does it do? Where you flow your attention and Energy, that vibration is the one that will grow. So, if you find yourself with one of a lower vibration, you have the ability to choose to depart from that person. Don’t hang out with those who make you feel bad! You’ve been told not to cast your pearls before swine, and this verse is aligned well with that philosophy. If you’ve chosen to stay around this one of lower vibration, however, you must give, and give some more, perhaps until it hurts, so that you will not make this mistake, or misstep, again. Whatever you give, of course, consider it charity to the lower vibrational one who does not know any better. Turn, leave and be blessed as you walk away. It doesn’t hurt you to give to a beggar, as it ALL belongs to God anyway! It wouldn’t hurt you at all if you were NOT ATTACHED to “things.” But in the instance of someone hurting your feelings, that should show you what you are prideful about, and because God loves you dearly, he sent Jesus to teach you that you do not have to carry the pain or embarrassment around with you of any particularly hurtful incident, just move forward. Only swine wallow in their mud forever, and you my dear, are a pearl.

43 You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ 44 But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for (FF: bless) those who persecute you, 45 so that you may be children of your Father in heaven; for he makes his sun rise (FF: He raises His sun) on the evil (FF: bad) and on the good, and sends rain on the righteous and on the unrighteous. 46 For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have? Do not even the tax collectors (FF: extortioners) (HSR: publicans) do the same? 47 And if you greet only your brothers and sisters, what more are you doing than others? Do not even the Gentiles (FF: extortioners) (HSR: publicans) do the same? 48 Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect. MM: Ah, this is a good one! So many people interpret this literally, splitting all kinds of hairs about who your neighbor is or is not, and who your enemy is or is not. Ah, the bicker about all of that and miss the larger point entirely! It may sound difficult, but it is really simple. If you can bless your enemies, EVERYTHING in life is easier! No one ever said that everything, every transaction, every relationship, every encounter, would be fair. No! But, this is a Universe of inclusion, so the sun and the rain occur for all. The higher your vantage point though, the more beautiful and fair the world looks. Therefore, aim your sights high. Love big! Turn from the ones who seek to do you wrong, give them whatever you need to in order to cut them loose, then you’ll be able to help so many more who really deserve your generous gifts. Wholly, see all others with as much compassion as you can muster. One day, you may be in need of that same compassion.

Matthew 6

Beware of practicing your piety (FF: charities) (HSR: alms) before others in order to be seen (FF: with the intention of being observed) by them; for then you have no reward from your Father in heaven. MM: Ah, once again we are taught a lesson about pride. Just as we were instructed to give to the poor, and go the second mile when we feel victimized, we can choose whether we seek our rewards in this physical manifested life, or in the spiritual (only real) life. Seek ye first the Kingdom…

So whenever you give alms (FF: do a kindness), do not sound a trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, so that they may be praised (FF: secure the praise of men) (HSR: have glory of men) by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward. But when you give alms, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your alms may be done in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you. MM: It seems that Jesus had quite a lot to say about pride. Was it because He lived in a time when a lot of supposed righteous people really did not know God at all, much less, live it? I dare say, even today, hypocrites abound–especially in the churches. Would you be so bold (like Jesus) to overthrow the money tables at your churches bingo event, bake sale, yard sale, or other money-maker?

And whenever you pray, do not be like the hypocrites; for they love to stand and pray in the synagogues and at the street corners, so that they may be seen by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward. But whenever you pray, go into your room and shut the door and pray to your Father who is in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you (FF: return it to you openly)MM: Who stands when they pray? Who kneels in their prayer closet? What religions teach people to stand and pray in the streets? Was Jesus really concerned about a person’s bodily position and location, or rather, wasn’t He most concerned that people who say rote (memorized) prayers, do not truly know (feel in their hearts) what it is that they are asking from God?

When you are praying, do not heap up empty phrases as the Gentiles do (HSR: use not vain repetitions); for they think  that they will be heard because of their many words. (FF: make use of no babble, like the heathen; for they imagine that they will be listened to because of their volubility.) Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask him. (FFDo not therefore imitate them; for your Father knows your necessities before you can ask Him.) MM: Again, by now, don’t we all get Jesus’ message pretty clear? Pride and prayer do not go together. Where one is, the other is not. Humility, brokenness, and simple words that you really feel, with heartfelt intent, that is all that is needed when you pray. In fact, you’ve already prayed enough! God knows what you have need of before you pray, so why not just sit in silence instead? Be still and know that I Am God.

Pray then in this way: (FF: Consequently, you must pray in this way) (HSR: Therefore, after this manner shall ye pray, saying)

Our Father in heaven,
    hallowed be your name.
10     Your kingdom come.
    Your will be done,
        on earth as it is in heaven.
11     Give us this day our daily bread.
12     And forgive us our debts,
        as we also have forgiven our debtors.
13     And do not bring us to the time of trial,
        but rescue us from the evil one.

14 For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you; 15 but if you do not forgive others, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.

(FF: “Our Father in the Heavens; Your Name must be being Hallowed;
Your Kingdom must be being restored
Your Will must be being  done both in Heaven and upon the Earth.
Give us to-day our to-morrow’s bread;
And forgive us our faults, as we forgive those offending us, for You would not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from its evil.
For if you forgive men their faults, your heavenly Father will forgive you yours. But if you do not forgive those who wrong you, then neither will your Father forgive you your misdeeds.”)

(HSR: “Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come. They will be done on earth, as it is done in heaven.
Give us this day, our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And suffer us not to be led into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.
For if ye forgive men their trespasses, who trespass against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you; but if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your heavenly Father forgive you your trespasses.”)

MM: Truly, Jesus is asking you to trust in God. Have faith. No one, not even the richest most wealthy person will take ANY of their THINGS with them when they die. And all will experience a physical death. And further, even those with all the money, stocks, bonds, gold, diamonds, and so on, can lose it all with one bad decision, or government or otherwise. No amount of insurance can give you peace of mind about EVERYTHING. So, give it to God. Give it ALL to God. 

16 And whenever you fast, do not look dismal, like the hypocrites, for they disfigure their faces so as to show others that they are fasting. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward. 17 But when you fast, put oil on (FF: dress) (HSRanoint) your head and wash your face, 18 so that your fasting may be seen not by others but by your Father who is in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you. MM: Who fasts anymore? For many years I did not think I could ever fast, perhaps it is the same with you. Why? Because Americans in particular, are conditioned (programmed) to eat at least 3 times a day! Once I decided to really study natural health and nutrition, along with many different kinds of ‘diets’, and even, look into how the Essenes, monks and guru’s lived, then did I decide to try fasting. The health benefits alone are absolutely astounding!!! If I had any severe health issue, the first thing I would do is fast. I am so serious about this one particular topic that I have other articles on that, which if you want, you can read here and here–after you finish this one of course! Sweetly, as soon as I finished writing that, about health, it flowed to me that Jesus was teaching about fasting for the spiritual opening, expansion, and understanding it can bring! Yes, ahh, blissful enlightenment!

19 Do not store (FF: hoard) up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust consume (HSRcorrupt) (FF: destroy) and where thieves break in and steal; 20 but store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust consumes and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. MM: Who still has difficulty understanding what Jesus is talking about? The most important thing in your life should be to please God. 

22 The eye is the lamp of the body. So, if your eye is healthy (FF: sound), your whole body will be full of light (FF: illuminated) (HSRThe light of the body is the eye; if therefore thine eye be single to the glory of God, they whole body shall be full of light)23 but if your eye is unhealthy (FF: diseased) (HSR: evil), your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light in you is darkness, how great is the darkness! MM: Now, I will share some words my mother wrote in the margin on this page of her Holy Scriptures: “The light of the body is the eye, let it be single to the purpose of God.” What is flowing to me is that the only way to rightly interpret this passage is metaphysically. When you consider what Jesus said before, about plucking out one of your own eyes should it offend you, causing you to lust after a woman or to covet someone else’s possession, it should be obvious that this is not about your physical eye. It may be referring to your third eye, or the part of brain that discerns right from wrong, light from dark, or about the densities of vibration. It may also refer to the “I” of “I Am”, the Great Spirit of God within YOU. If God’s Spirit is within you, you will be spiritually healthy, but if you have done all you could to disconnect (not acknowledge) God’s Spirit within you, the Divine spark of God that we are all given at birth, then you will be spiritually dead.

Matthew 6 page
Matthew 6 page

(HSR: Additional verses: And, again, I say unto you, Go ye into the world, and care not for the world; for the world will hate you, and will persecute you, and will turn you out of their synagogues. Nevertheless, ye shall go forth from house to house, teaching the people; and I will go before you.) MM: It is interesting that Jesus was telling his disciples, those disciplined enough to LIVE Jesus’ teachings, that the world would hate them. That the world would persecute them and kick them out of their synagogues. I can tell you that while I can appreciate the artistry of the architecture of temples and churches, those buildings do not represent “church” to me. When two or three of us gather to talk about God, Spirit, and the ever unfolding of OMniscience, that is where my “church” is, and I believe God is with us in that moment! We Are All ONE.

24 No one can serve two masters; for a slave will either hate the one and love the other, or be devoted (FF: honor) to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and wealth. MM: Myriad of books have been written on this subject. But I tell you, if you believe that God owns it all, and we are but a fractal of the ever-reaching, ever-effervescencing OMniscient God, then how can we store up any part, of anything, and call it “ours”?

25 Therefore I tell you, do not worry about (HSR: take no thought for) your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, or about (FF: respecting) your body, what you will wear. Is not life more (FF: more important) than food, and the body (FF: itself than its clothing) more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds of the air (FF: Just look at the birds in the sky!); they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value (HSR: ye not much better) than they? 27 And can any of you by worrying (FF: fretting) add a single hour to your span of life? 28 And why do you worry about clothing? Consider (FF: Reflect upon) the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, 29 yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these. 30 But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive (FF: flourish) today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven (FF: fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? 31 Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What will we eat?’ or ‘What will we drink?’ or ‘What will we wear?’ 32 For it is the Gentiles (FF: heathen) who strive (FF: hunt eagerly) for all these things; and indeed your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things (HSR: Why is it that ye murmur among yourselves, saying, We cannot obey they word because ye have not all these things, and seek to excuse yourselves, saying that, After all these things, do the Gentiles seek)33 But strive first for the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. MM: This continues to provide examples about what to put first, God, or making money. If you but only put the Kingdom of God first, then all of the other things, whatever you have need of, will be given to you. Ahh, doesn’t this simplify this a bit? Before your feet hit the floor each morning, give thanks, pray, meditate, study any and all words that will align your innermost BE-ing with OMniscience OMnipresence that is ever potent, OMnipotent, to ease your way each day. What an Aha this knowing is! How freeing is this? You are not a slave, you are free. The truth sets you free, and the truth is knowing that you and ALL belong to, are a part of LIMITLESS OMniscient God. YOWAH. Great Spirit. 

34 So do not worry (FF: fret) about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring worries (FF: trouble) of its own (HSR: the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself). Today’s trouble is enough for today (FF: The care of each day by itself is quite enough). MM: It is not needed that you cry about what happened yesterday. Nor will you be anxious about anything that may or may not happen tomorrow. Stay in the NOW. Be present, real, compassionate, and kind with everyone you deal with. With new eyes, you will not see trouble. You will see ease and grace. Love!

Matthew 7

Do not judge (FF: condemn)(HSR: Judge not unrighteously), so that you may not be judged (HSR: but judge righteous judgment)For with the judgment you make (FF: according to the sentence you pronounce) you will be judged (FF: convicted), and the measure you give will be the measure you get. Why do you see the speck (FF: dust) in your neighbor’s eye, but do not notice the log (FF: chip) in your own eye? Or how can you say to your neighbor, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ while the log is in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your neighbor’s eye (FF: eye of your brother)MM: Some say that “neighbor” refers to another of like-mind. However, typically a neighbor is defined as someone being situated next to or very near (another). When Jesus told the story of the Good Samaritan, he used the word neighbor to define those who happened to be traveling that same road. If we use logic to define the word neighbor, we can discern that a neighbor could be someone we like, versus an enemy that we would choose to stay away from. However, we often cannot choose our neighbors or our family, as we would choose our friends. As well, if we are to love our enemies as Jesus loves us, this seems to expand the meaning in a flowing-outward way. If, therefore, you can love your enemies, everything in life becomes easy. And since Jesus came to forgive us, and indeed save us from suffering and anguish in the after life, it would seem to fit together that He would want to reduce our earthly suffering as well by having us learn to love, looking over differences, and helping anyone when we can, in the moment. Prefer communication over conflict. Side with cooperation over competition. 

(HSR: Additional verse: And Jesus said unto his disciples, Beholdest thou the scribes, and the Pharisees, and the priests, and the Levites? The teach in their synagogues, but do not observe the law, nor the commandments; and all have gone out of the way, and are under sin. Go thou and say unto them, Why teach ye men the law and the commandments, when ye yourselves are the children of corruption?)

Do not give what is holy to dogs; and do not throw your pearls before swine, (FF: for fear) or they will trample them under foot and turn and maul (FF: rend) you.

(HSR: Additional verse: For the world cannot receive that which ye, yourselves, are not able to bear, wherefore ye shall not give your pearls unto them, lest they turn again and rend you.)

Ask, and it will be given you; search (FF: seek), and you will find; knock, and the door (FF: it) will be opened for you. For everyone who asks receives, and everyone who searches finds, and for everyone who knocks, the door will be opened. Is there anyone among you who, if your child asks for bread, will give a stone? 10 Or if the child asks for a fish, will give a snake (FF: serpent)11 If you then, who are evil (FF: corrupt), know how to give good gifts (FF: bestow benefits) to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good things (FF: benefits) to those who ask him!

12 In everything do to others as you would have them do to you; for this is the law and the prophets. (HSR: Therefore, all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them; for this is the law and the prophets.) (FF: Whatever therefore you wish men to do to you, do the same yourselves to them; for this is the law and the prophets. MM: It seems that by reading different translations of this verse, one could take it in a few different ways. It’s normally thought of as the Golden Rule, but I have met Christians who have told me the Golden Rule is not biblical. Like many things, it is open for debate and interpretation. If you have been following along to this point however, and see Jesus the Christ as a teacher, it seems reasonable to ascribe one meaning to this, yet, if you look upon Jesus the Christ as perfect, and the son of God, son of a LIMITLESS, Ever-Living, Filling-All-Space, Creator God, then I am inclined to believe he is teaching us a Universal truth, that however we wish people to treat us, if we treat them in the pleasing, fair, honest, and kind ways we wish to be treated, it will teach them by example, that we desire to be treated in like manner. It will also set an example (or boundary) for them to know the kind of treatment we will not accept, or at the least (if we are the long-suffering kind), we will not endure forever. 

13 Enter through the narrow (HSR: strait) gate; for the gate is wide and the road is easy (FF: well paved) that leads to destruction, and there are many who take it. 14 For the gate is narrow (HSR: narrow is the way) and the road is hard (FF: difficult the path) that leads to life, and there are few who find it. MM: If it seems hard to do, that’s most likely the path you should take. You did not choose to come to this earth to have it easy and eat bon-bon’s all day, you came to have many experiences, and learn many lessons. You will not take any physically manifested things with you to the Great Beyond when you leave this earth, but you will want to live a Connected and joyful life, both now and beyond, in whatever form or fashion the eternally, brilliant, pulsating, and thrilling Great Beyond looks like. 

15 Beware of false prophets (FF: false teachers), who come to you in sheep’s clothing but inwardly (FF: in their hearts) are ravenous (FF: plundering) wolves. 16 You will know them by their fruits. Are grapes gathered from thorns, or figs from thistles? 17 In the same way, every good (FF: useful) tree bears good (FF: useful) fruit, but the bad (FF: worthless) tree bears bad (FF: worthless) (HSR: evil) fruit. 18 A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a bad tree bear good fruit. 19 Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire (FF: be used as firewood)20 Thus you will know them by their fruits (FF: Reject their produce; for by this you can recognise them)MM: Again, we are admonished to use enough discernment, so as not to be fooled. A good tree might make a mistake now and then, but overall, its fruit is useful. False teachers can come in many roles, not only as a religious teacher. False teachers might be in your family, or someone you may wish to marry. Consider the fruits from anyone you may hold up on a pedestal and take much advice from, before you sign any commitment, be careful of whom you are aligning with. It is said in other scriptures that it is unwise to be unequally yoked. Also, it is quite wise for you to examine your own fruit, to be careful that you learn from any missteps and apologize promptly and with sincerity. If you seem to find trouble at every turn, it might be you who is the worthless tree, producing worthless fruit, so seek out wise counsel and be ready to do the inner work to make the desired changes so for the rest of your life, you will produce useful fruit.

21 Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ (FF: Master!, Master!) will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father in heaven. 22 On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy (FF: preached) in your name, and cast out demons (HSR: devils) in your name, and do many deeds (HSR: wonderful works) (FF: wonders) of power in your name?’ 23 Then I will declare to them, ‘I never knew you; go away from me, you evildoers.’ (FF: depart from Me, you traders in lawlessness!) MM: This is the passage that most clearly establishes that there must be a way for us to know, along with the visible fruits of our daily thoughts and actions, whether we are in alignment with God in every moment. This is where the aforementioned God Bumps come into play. Once you know the feeling in your mind and body of alignment with the Divine, straying from that alignment in any moment, is what is meant by this passage as one who does not do the will of God. This also reminds me of a saying from my papa, “A mouth is made to say anything.” So, also a mind can conjure anything. So, just because people use the name of God, Jesus, angels, or such when they make bold claims, speak in tongues, pray aloud, and so forth, does not mean they are genuine. When the Spirit is moving you to speak, it will feel to you as though a team of wild horses cannot stop you–and often, after you have spoken, you will not remember what you said. Some call this channeling, or divine revelation. As well, if someone tells you they have a message from God or Spirit for you and you do not feel the message resonate with your inner being, let it be. In my experience, if a message is meant for you and you do not accept it initially, it will keep coming around in various other ways. Typically, if I receive the same or very similar message three times, (that I otherwise did not resonate with) I pay attention to it.

24 Everyone then who hears these words of mine (FF: listens to these precepts of Mine) and acts on them will be like a wise (FF: reflective) man who built his house on rock. 25 The rain fell (FF: the storm raged), the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on rock. 26 And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not act (FF: practice) on them will be like a foolish man who built his house on sand. 27 The rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell—and great was its fall! (FF: and its wreck was complete!)” MM: We are given to know that if our foundation (inner being) is true, if our inner compass is in alignment with God, we can withstand or weather, any storm. There is another scripture verse that goes, “Greater is He that is in you, than he that is in the world.” It seems fitting to remind us of this at this time. Know who lives in you, who guides and directs your path. Observe your thoughts, as they become your words.

28 Now when Jesus had finished saying these things, the crowds were astounded at his teaching, 29 for he taught them as one having authority (HSR: from God), and not as their scribes (FF: professors)MM: I can imagine the many people who had never been allowed in a church or synagogue (due to their poverty, illness, or status), and Jesus speaking to them with authority. He would have spoken loving words to them and a message of hope and grace. His words would have brought an end of suffering to those afflicted with disease. Genuine words, not pious, ego-filled words. I can imagine His smile, his hand reaching out to those who begged for mercy or healing. I can imagine His love. It has been said that Jesus could get angry, but to whom was his anger directed. He demands honesty when we serve in His name. If you are attempting to reach your friends, family, neighbor, or enemy, be certain to lay your ego aside and then only speak as the Spirit leads. Being a member of any religion is not what saves any of you. Only what God sees and knows of you in your heart is what will save you. Make sure your whole heart is pure with the intention of always producing useful fruit. 

References:

New Revised Standard Version of the Holy Bible can be found at:

https://www.biblegateway.com

Holy Scriptures of the Restoration

http://amzn.to/2k0uy8s

Ferrar Fenton Bible

https://www.truthunity.net/books/ferrar-fenton-bible-matt.-5

https://www.truthunity.net/books/ferrar-fenton-bible-matt.-6

https://www.truthunity.net/books/ferrar-fenton-bible-matt.-7

Note: By way of writing and presenting this article, I am in no way adding to the sacred words of Holy Scripture, but I am using them in an effort to teach and enlighten ALL. If the words flowing through me in the sections marked as, MM, do not align with your truth (your particular knowing), that’s okay. These words are only offered as another of the myriad perspectives available at any given point in time. Just give thanks, as do I, for your participation.

Love One Another.

Amen. Namaste. OM

A bit about me:

An Amazon bestselling author of two co-authored books: “Transform Your Life Book 2 Inspirational Stories and Expert Advice,” “Energy of Receiving”, plus author of “Blue Eyes: Ethereal Messages of Connection,” and holistic health book that details how I naturally reversed asthma, “Have Yourself a Wholly Vibrant Life: Reversing Asthma and Other Chronic Illness Naturally” all available on Amazon.

Be the best version of who you want to be.

Information provided is for educational purposes only and is not intended to treat, diagnose or prescribe.

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My Conscious Calling

Soul Calling

I’ve shared this publicly before (on another website) back in 2008. But I found it again and thought I’d update it a bit to share here, on my personal site.

What is my Conscious Calling? Or, I could ask that another way. What is my Soul Calling?
What is my Soul Calling?
Soul Calling

To redefine and grow mySelf in all areas of my life, with grace and ease, while sharing my truth openly and freely with others. Hopefully, my words will assist others, and empower each to find, or redefine their own truth, open to new things, see the Universe as friendly, awaken to the unseen world around them, and love God and others, more deeply and profoundly.

What the Soul wants

We are all connected. And I honor this knowing by maintaining a Facebook group by that name, and a blog page about all the ways we are connected.

I continue to learn and share about the mind, spirit, soul, and body connections we share, especially as it comes to bringing clarity, focus, and vision into my life and those I directly connect with, living every moment acknowledging spirit, and eating more plant-based raw foods + superfoods to enable more vitality to the body I inhabit.

Right and left brain

I am a creative and technical computer systems professional, and I currently still enjoy the “play” of that. When I find it no longer amusing, it will leave my experience like a falling leaf from a tree.

BEing online

For many years, I’ve been a participant on many internet sites such as, LinkedIn, Plaxo, Twitter, MySpace, Pinterest, Instagram, Yelp, Amazon, Facebook (on and off), this particular blog site: TakeItUponYourself, Being Wholly Vibrant, and more! I previously wrote about natural and holistic information under the name of: Mind 2 Xdreamz, and I previously developed and maintained a marketing website called Design2Xdreamz because the unlimited potentiality of being online fascinated me!

Passion for health

My secret to healthy living?

  • Understanding that the body obeys mind and spirit,
  • Understanding that no one needs to suffer,
  • Acknowledging and accepting that everything happens for a reason,
  • Joyously allowing and relishing in even the smallest of synchronicities,
  • Eating a mostly raw food diet and getting enough sleep and exercise so that the body I inhabit (my temple) is healthy and able to do everything I have been purposed on this planet to do,
  • Just “Be”ing,
  • Praying for all those I meet whenever they come to mind, breathing in the breath of God while walking, breathing out the life breath to the plant world, Using Energy Medicine and essential oils daily,
  • Living in a state of gratitude and harmony BE-ing connected to all of you,
  • Loving my family: My aWEsOMe supportive husband (so glad he found me in 2001), two grown children (Marie and Matt), our super duper and sweetie pie granddaughters, as well as, all living beings–plants and animals–on this, and the other side of the veil,
  • Knowing and seeing with “real eyes” that I am more than what you or I see. I am not my name, face, or any physical attributes. Thank God!

Honoring our Connections

My two adult children, and now my three amazing granddaughters are definitely my heart, and thrill me to the core to know and be with them, as I know so much more now about how our ancestors continue to live on in the DNA and bloodline these babies carry on–every relative of theirs continues to live on, physically through these girls, and also to the children they may have in the future. It makes my heart so full to think about it!

Of course, one of the best decisions I ever made in my life was to say yes, when my wonderfully  gracious, intelligent, and loving husband, Richard, proposed to me. Back then I didn’t want to be in a relationship and didn’t even believe in marriage anymore, my how times have changed! Now, I officiate weddings (as a Florida Notary Public), and it’s one of the work/play things that makes my heart soar! I love the whole idea of marrying people, bringing love birds and like-minds together with our LIMITLESS, Ever-Living, Filling-All-Space, Creator Source God as witness. OM

We care for our family and my friends – we reach out but do not suffocate – we’re here when they need us.

On religious / spiritual matters

I believe the Holy Ghost/Spirit of God is available to all of us. I never understood how people could believe God spoke once but never spoke again.

I believe the Bible, as translated correctly, is the inspired Word of God. I’ve known people in my life who must believe God is dead though because they do not believe He ever inspired anyone to ever write any other books. The logic of which, always escaped me.

Omniscience

I believe God is LIVING OMNIPRESENCE.

I believe there are many books, songs, art works, and more that are inspired by God, but I also believe that even if we read, memorized, fully understood them all, we’d still only have a glimpse into the LIMITLESS reality of God.

Since age 8, I have been a member of the RLDS faith (later renamed Community of Christ), but though I am affiliated, I no longer attend any one particular church (organized religion) because when I am talking and sharing with others about God and matters of the Heart and Spirit, that’s where “church” is.

Matthew 18:20 says, “For where there are two or three gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.” That’s my church. That’s also when I feel what I call my, “God bumps”–yes, a very tangible tingling sensation in my body whenever I synch up with another on a deep or profound topic.

I believe we are each responsible for the care and feeding of our bodies in order to be in balance. We need to feed our mind and spirit, as well as our physical body. I have a lot of knowledge in the holistic and natural health area, but I’m always continuing to “do” what I know–integrating it all.

I believe our bodies can be healed by connecting with Spirit, acknowledging, and accepting the healing. If we fight, deny or resist, or in any way want to remain sick, we will. But to be ill in any way is not our purpose. We are called to be “whole.” Our purpose is to “be.” When I ask myself if these thoughts I have are true, yes, I believe they are absolutely true.

BEing Present

I challenge my thoughts everyday, so that I can weed out those thoughts that do not serve my (or others) best and highest purposes. I believe we all have the ability to “calm the waters” all around us, either by prayer, or action. We affect so much more than we know. And sometimes not throwing the pebble into the pond is the best action to take.

Be the person your Soul knows you are!

Namaste. OM

A bit about me:

An Amazon bestselling author of two co-authored books: “Transform Your Life Book 2 Inspirational Stories and Expert Advice,” “Energy of Receiving”, plus author of “Blue Eyes: Ethereal Messages of Connection,” and holistic health book that details how I naturally reversed asthma, “Have Yourself a Wholly Vibrant Life: Reversing Asthma and Other Chronic Illness Naturally” all available on Amazon.

Be the best version of who you want to be.

Information provided is for educational purposes only and is not intended to treat, diagnose or prescribe.

For more about me, this blog, how I create websites, why I wrote a holistic health book, and more, find me on Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn.

Careful — Your tone is showing

Your tone is showing

Every sound you utter is a certain tone. Yes, even when you grunt, groan, or hum—the sound you emit comes out as a specific tone. And tones transmit our intention. So, be careful dear ones, your tone of voice is showing what’s in your heart.

Tone of voice

For years I’ve been curious about the “tone of someone’s voice” because I grew up in a house where arguing and yelling was the norm, and I hated it.

There’s no blame here, as it wasn’t only my parents arguing. When I would retort in defense of a scolding, mom would say, “don’t speak to me with that tone!”

It became commonplace for me to cover my ears whenever anyone would raise their voice. And I always wondered, “why”?

I have come to know that I’m upset by harsh tones of voice because I am a sensitive, or empath.

Maintain low tones
Maintain low tones

What your ears are tuned to

Understand that my physical ears could take it, but the experience of someone yelling or screaming in anger near me would shake my emotional world.

Moreover, I knew my ears weren’t the problem because I’d attended many rock concerts over the years, and hung out with family and friends at many “Bike Week” events (motorcycle engines roaring) and that didn’t bother me. At least it didn’t bother me for many years. But something about a person yelling near me, with their intention of anger would totally upset my apple cart.

I knew there was a difference between someone screaming for help and someone yelling out of anger. I could hear it in the tone of voice. So, for the sake of this post, I’m probing the intention of anger / hostility.

Words hurt

Books have been written about how hurtful words disrupts the body and spirit. I believe that’s got a lot more to do with the tone of the voice delivering those hurtful words, than the actual words themselves. Especially since we’re all empowered and have the ability not to accept into us, the meaning of any word. (See my previous article, “Words are only as powerful as we allow.“)

Healing tones

Conversely, tonal frequencies can be healing to the body as I explored in my Tibetan bowl article:

“…specific tones (or frequencies) that resonate deep into your body. The harmonics of the tones can help you experience a connection throughout your entire body. And when we feel “connected”, a sense of calm and relaxation can be achieved.”
I now have a conscious choice when anyone is angry within my vicinity–I can leave. I do not have to subject myself to ill intent. I am sure over the years I have left too, in particular I can cite a couple of marriages ending (not solely due to the arguing, but I wouldn’t tolerate in any longer).
I believe this tonal thing is also why I resonate so much with peaceful music, and calm public speakers. I will not attend any lecture or other type of event where an angry tone of voice is being projected at people. I FEEL it. And I love the cells of my body too much than to subject any of the 70 trillion of them to that kind of abuse.
I know that loving intention produces a calming and gentle power within one’s body, mind, and spirit and that’s where I choose to reside.
For those who say fighting, arguing, and so on is a normal part of marriage–I beg to differ. My third husband and I have never raised our voices in disagreement in over 14 years together. There is a way to communicate, even debate, without spuing painful words at oneself or another.

Backed by hard science?

To a degree. Brain waves have been measured by scientists for many years. And scientists say that while we’re awake our normal brain frequency is in something called, Beta. Certain sound tools, or modalities can train the brain to shift into deeper Alpha and Theta brain wave frequencies. These are the frequencies one experiences after deep contemplative, mindful, or other types of meditative practices. Science can measure brain waves and make a correlation between sound therapy and the body’s healing response. Thus, sound is a type of energy medicine and can help the body heal from pain, stress, and more.

The bones and organs in the body all possess a different resonant frequency that can be scientifically measured.

It’s not possible for you to desire something that would be detrimental to anyone, and feel good at the same time, because if you set forth an intention like that, you would deviate from the vibration of Source–the spirit of God within you–and you would feel the emptiness of it.
Ah, at its essence sound is only vibration. Sound is only interpreted vibration by the hearer…
In the womb I was made from everything my mom breathed, ate, drank, thought, and felt. I had no say about those things. I felt the resonance of the vibrations of her intentions and emotion. What were the intentions of my mother? Was she worried? Thankful? Apprehensive? Eagerly anticipating? Joyful?
Intention can set the stage for what’s going to be most predominant in a child’s life!
May the tone of your voice always convey the intent of your heart.
Be the person your Soul knows you are!
Thank you. Namaste. OM

A bit about me:

An Amazon bestselling author of two co-authored books: “Transform Your Life Book 2 Inspirational Stories and Expert Advice,” “Energy of Receiving”, plus author of “Blue Eyes: Ethereal Messages of Connection,” and holistic health book that details how I naturally reversed asthma, “Have Yourself a Wholly Vibrant Life: Reversing Asthma and Other Chronic Illness Naturally” all available on Amazon.

Be the best version of who you want to be.

Information provided is for educational purposes only and is not intended to treat, diagnose or prescribe.

For more about me, this blog, how I create websites, why I wrote a holistic health book, and more, find me on Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn.

Eulogy for my loving mother, Betty Ann Williams

Eulogy for my loving mother

The following are my warmest thoughts, love, memories, and knowing of my mama, Betty Ann (BettyAnn) Williams, who passed away during the early morning hours of June 8th, 2017.

Where do I begin? Ahh, at the beginning, of course!

Betty Ann was the middle child of three. She had an older sister, Alberdia (also passed) and a much younger brother, Jim.

Mom, her sister, and parents lived through the depressive days of the 1940s. Life was hard back then. My grandparents taught my mother and her siblings the importance of hard work, honesty, integrity, establishing and maintaining a solid reputation, faithful church attendance, and service to others.

For many years, my grandfather was a truck driver, owning a maintaining a semi-truck tractor. He was also a farmer. I recall stories of my grandmother and grandfather putting in a large garden and raising animals. Mom always spoke fondly of those days, in particular about how her mother loved roses (grandmother had real knack with growing rose bushes), and that mom’s sister loved ducks! Mom gravitated to the cats–especially the calico variety of kitty cats. She naturally attracted them.

My mother’s parents always had farm animals around too, and would butcher one every so often. My mom used to tell me stories about that. Mom didn’t want to like a certain pig too much, as eventually she knew it would be on the dining table! I know a lot of people don’t care about such things, but my mom did. She just couldn’t get emotionally attached to something she knew would end up being food!

I still hear mama’s voice in my mind about her early life, and how she loved helping her mother string beans, cook, and bake–oh, the banana walnut cake my grandmother taught my mom to bake was so delicious the memory of it makes my mouth water! Mom also taught me about eating my vegetables (as most of my friends’ moms taught us to do!) though often we didn’t want to listen or heed that necessary instruction.

Mom grew up eating the freshest of food and knew exactly where her food came from. I barely recall the farm though, because my mom’s dad passed away when I was six years old, and after that, grandmother only kept a small garden–the animals were gone.

Many years later, mom would work at a grocery store, and use her knowledge of various meats to educate her customers. Isn’t it amazing how sometimes the very things we learn when we are little, continue to assist us throughout our life?

Early life

My mother, BettyAnn, had the most amazing naturally curly hair. Mom used to tell me how her mother (my grandmother), would take mom’s hair, section by section, and wrap it around her fingers to create a stunning look. Even as a young girl, in this portrait, you can see how mom’s ringlets would dangle. Also, check out that middle part! Yes, parting hair down the middle was often done back then, and that would stay with mom for most of her life.

Mom said she didn’t like the special attention that the look of her hair used to bring. And that’s because mom never sought to be front and center. She preferred to be in the background. When singing in church, for example, mom didn’t want to be highlighted. BettyAnn never sought the spotlight. Though mom worked hard, and dutifully in a variety of jobs during the course of her life, she only wished to be privately acknowledged, if that. My mother was humble. She had a heart for service.

As a student, mom put a lot of time into her studies–she loved to read. She dreamt of being a writer. She told me many times that she had a book in her and that she hoped to write it one day. As meticulous as my mother was, and as many notes as I found of hers over the years, I know that is an aim she would have loved to accomplish.

Devout Christian

Speaking of reading, BettyAnn loved her Bible. I have mom’s three-in-one Bible that is about 80% marked up with notes (in the margins) and underlining!

Mom’s mother and father always had their children in church. While I was growing up, mom used to talk with me often about the summer church camps she had attended as a child and teen. She really enjoyed those outings!

Mama was also very proud of her father, my grandfather, who built many churches of their faith. He was also quite devout and he led his family in a steadfast way. Their beliefs were followed up by wonderful good works, seen as a natural outcome from having solidly developed one’s faith.

My grandfather cultivated such a steadfast reputation around their hometown, that my mother, in particular, took that very seriously. Their surname (or simply last “name”) and reputation meant everything to them.

In this photograph, which included my grandfather’s brother and his wife in the back row, from left to right–my aunt Alberdia (my mother’s sister), my grandmother, my uncle Jim (when he was young), my grandfather, and then, off to the right–my mother.

Mom was a prayer warrior and deep thinker. Whenever mom was trying to resolve something she would turn it over, again and again, in her mind.

Most of the things mom loved to study and talk about were of a religious and spiritual nature–my mother had a thirst and yearning to know everything about God.

Betty Ann was devoted to her family and church, and was a solid witness of Jesus Christ. She would defend the Lord until her dying breath, that was how devout she was.

My mother read a lot. She spent long hours in prayer and solitude. Looking back, I have wondered about all of the books she read.

Mama also loved the movies. In particular, she loved John Wayne, and later on, Clint Eastwood. Mom sought the hero, the tough and rugged kind of man who would take care of her, and whom she would help to build a solid life with.

Mom also loved her parents home, and loved property. She never really liked small plots of land, always dreaming of having a house on acreage. That dream must have begun even as a girl. To this day, I learned all I know about land mineral rights, from what my mother taught me when I was a teenager. And I was always amazed at how intelligent my mother was.

Little things really meant a lot to my mama. She thought deep thoughts, and ruminated over many things. She would tell me, “Whenever you’re trying to figure something out, just turn it over and over again in your mind until an answer comes to you.”

Mom also had many dreams and experiences with the Holy Spirit over the course of her life–especially her young life. I always felt that mama had a strong faith in God, and particularly in Jesus–so I couldn’t understand why she would worry or fret. Even when I was about eighteen years of age, I realized that just having a strong faith, did not solve all of the problems in the world.

Yet, my mother’s strong faith allowed her the ability and stamina to reach out to others, even while experiencing her own problems.

I recall many a night that mom would take me with her to visit a friend in need. Often mom and any one of her close friends would stay up until the wee hours of the morning talking about God, Jesus, Christianity–especially how The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints was a true Christian faith, and how the Book of Mormon was the second witness, or second testimony of Jesus.

My mama could explain the Book of Mormon and the history of the RLDS faith better than almost anyone I knew. I’m sure my grandfather could too, but I was too little when he passed away to remember any of his sermons or such.

Spending years in church though, yes, even Sunday school, taught me many things, and created a Divine curiosity too.

Mama used to tell me if loving God was the only thing she’d ever taught me to desire for my whole life, then that was good enough for her to know she’d raised me right.

Mom used to talk with me quite a lot about her spiritual experiences, and always hoped that I would also have similar experiences. Therefore, I believe mama would be very pleased to know that I consider myself to be an open channel for God. And not only that, but that I meditate and seek the LIMITLESS Omniscience that I perceive as God.

I am gifted that my mother, and her parents too, were believers in present day revelation, which means, that God is ALIVE, and communicates to us in myriad ways.

I honestly believe that my mom would be the most proud of me, not only for raising two loving children, or have a successful 30+ year career in technology, but that I am humble and OPEN to God–at all times, and in ALL ways.

I know mom wanted me to save more money, but I also know now, that from where she IS, where she continues to exist, she knows that none of us are defined by the money or things that we possess.

Again, this validates for me the great value my mother placed on the environment. She knew God placed us all here to be good stewards of the Earth and all of the creatures in and on it. And perhaps this was due to mom’s Native American ancestry.

In this picture, mom, her dad, her mother, and her little brother Jim, went to Fayetteville, North Carolina to visit her sister, Alberdia. I love this picture because I have so few of my grandparents. And because mom was smiling so sweetly.

My aunt Alberdia had lived in North Carolina for some period of time while her husband, my uncle Bob, was serving in the military.

My mother was always very happy to drive, and if memory serves, mom had driven the family to North Carolina on this trip, which may have helped to explain the lovely smile she had!

Mama used to tell me that her father was always so busy giving to others (of course, a wonderful trait), that they did not often take trips together as a family–this would later continue to be the trend with my mom and dad during my formative years.

(NOTE: I’d love to hear comments from any of our family about these and the other photos.)

I recall mom telling me about someone that she might have married, but the gentleman was Catholic. Mom’s RLDS faith was so important to her that she couldn’t bear to marry this other man (whom she’d known for some time before she met my dad) because any children they might have, would have had to be raised Catholic. And while the structure of both the RLDS and the Catholic religions are similar, they are nonetheless quite different. Thus mom ended the relationship with that gentleman, before it could get serious.

Some of the best days of my childhood was spent going to church with mom, my grandmother, my aunt Alberdia, and my uncle Jim, along with many close and long-time family friends. We sang in the choir or simply enjoyed being a quiet member of the congregation, while learning about the many wonders of God. We had prayer meetings, testimony services, baptisms, and more. And every Easter was a celebration of our resurrected Lord.

As I grew older, and even when my faith wavered, mom always reminded me that God had my back. That God would never, ever leave me. Mama had such a strong faith. Oh, yes, absolutely!

School days

I don’t know much about my mother’s school days, but mom did ride the bus to school, just like I did. I can only imagine her sitting alone most of the time, perhaps reading a book or daydreaming.

Mom never liked the color yellow.

When people say that words don’t hurt, don’t believe them. (Though I have since come to know why words hurt us emotionally.)

Dad recounted times when he would buy a piece of heavy equipment that was yellow, mom didn’t want him to park it within range of where she’d have to see it.

Whenever asked why mom didn’t like yellow, she would recall a time when she’d worn a yellow dress to school and how a boy on the bus had commented something crude like “girls that wear yellow are easy…” or something to that effect. After that, mom never wore that dress again and grew a strong disdain for anything yellow.

Side note: Ironically, my five year old granddaughter, my mother’s great-granddaughter, Jennifer Ann, loves the color yellow–in fact, it’s her favorite color and has been since she could name a favorite! I think there’s some karmic healing going on there. At least, I hope so.

I’ve often looked at the photograph of my mom in the white blouse and dark colored shorts, looking down. I am sure it was one of those pictures when a person isn’t ready for the shot. However, it does say something about how meek my mother was. She was as gentle and humble as anyone I’ve ever known.

I’ve already mentioned that mom loved calico cats, but she loved all kinds of animals. Mama especially loved little animals. Bunny rabbits, kittens, chipmunks, squirrels, and frogs were some of her favorites. Once when I was young, mom found a mouse that had just had babies, and she even cared for each of the babies, as if we needed more mice around! It was kind of funny, but, oh so very heart-warming that mom cared so much, even about the seemingly needless little creatures. And those I’m sure most women would not have wanted around!

Growing up, mom was very close with her family, as well as many special church friends. While raising me, she emphasized the importance of friendship. She remained friends with many of the same members of our church, who had became the same as family–even until the last 10 or so years of her life (when dementia set in).

BettyAnn held all of the priesthood members of our church in high esteem. In reading many of the passages mom underlined in her 3 in 1 Bible, she had strong feelings about women holding priesthood office (she may have been okay with it, but it seemed the women were pushing the men out). That, among a few other things that I don’t need to go into here, caused mom to quit attending church; yet, even though mom stopped attending services, she never disavowed her faith, and always prayed for her friends and her church family.

When mom started working, I think she put as much of herself into her tasks that she could. She didn’t just take pride in her work, she literally performed to a higher standard, as if God was her supervisor. She put forth the very best of herself that she could when she was working.  I only wish that my mother had been more appreciated, at that time, for all of the effort she put forth, and for her incredible integrity and generosity.

Looking back, it seemed that my mother was always working–often two or even three jobs at a time. When I am sad about my mother’s passing, it usually centers around how hard she worked. All of that effort! And I question how much of it mattered in the end.

Betty Ann knew the value of a dollar and could make a penny squeal. She worked and saved for everything she ever had, beginning in her teenage years, if not earlier. Mama knew how to buy quality and well-made clothing, (like the jacket in this picture). She put several things aside at her mother’s home in a cedar closet, and it surprised and warmed my heart to receive those items from my aunt and uncle, after mom passed away (or crossed over to the Grand Beyond, as I prefer to say). I hope mama is honored that I am passing her clothes–even after 40 or 50 years, which are still in good condition–on to her great-granddaughters to wear one day.

Many times mom did without things in order to save money. She sure knew how to prioritize! In fact, mom left a legacy to me of how to only spend on what’s important.

Betty Ann was so happy to graduate high school. Her mother, my grandmother, only had a 4th grade education and though it didn’t stop my grandmother from accomplishing many things in her life, she was certainly proud of her children when they graduated high school.

Mom graduated in the Parkersburg High School (West Virginia) class of 1957. When the Statler Brothers song came out about the class of ’57, my mother loved it!

Whenever I would fuss about having to walk very far during my high school days to change classes, mama would tell me of all the times she would have to nearly run across the huge PHS campus to get to class. Looking back on some history though, I now read where PHS was one of the first high schools in West Virginia–and perhaps, that’s why it was such a large school!

Though my mother loved school and believed in education to help a person become successful, I do not recall that she had any desire to attend college, preferring rather to work and earn money. As well, mama worked while she was in her last year of high school. Talk about dedication!

I love how my mother signed her high school graduation portrait to her beloved parents. I think that might have been the thing to do back then. But again, it shows the honor and respect mom had for her parents.

Speaking of respect, that word meant so much to my mother. Mama always wanted to respect anyone she met.

Love of driving

Betty Ann loved to drive! Mama often told me how excited she had been once she was old enough to drive to work. She saved her money to buy a car. She often volunteered to drive her church friends to church services, church camp, or other types of activities.

Thinking about my mother’s love of driving then, it would make total sense that my parents would first meet at a drive-in restaurant. Looking back, I can see how unique it must have been for mom to have a rare night out that didn’t involve church, in order to meet my papa!

Some of my best memories as a child was when mom would take me with her and go out for a drive. We usually had plenty of reason to drive since we lived 17 miles from my grandmother’s house (the one in these pictures). If I couldn’t sleep, had a belly ache, or other health issue, mom would put me in the car and just drive. I am sure it calmed her down, as much as it did me.

Mom told the story for years about how once, when I was a wee toddler, I’d somehow managed to open the car door while the car was in motion! It scared her about to death, but she reached over and grabbed me by the hood of my winter coat, saving me. Whew!

Beautiful loving soul

By the time my mom met my father, she had grown into a beautiful young woman. In fact, when my dad took mom to his small home town to meet his family, one hundred miles from where my mother was raised (he told me the story many times), that many of his family, friends, and neighbors had thought he was bringing a movie star home.

As beautiful as my mother was on the outside, it was her genuine heart and love for God and desire to help others, that really touched people’s hearts.

Mom was a friend to many, no matter their outward appearances. She always taught me to never judge a book by its cover, in relation to meeting new people. She also taught me the importance of being a trusted friend.

Granted, if someone–rare though it was–would deeply offend mom, she could turn away, but I can only count on one hand (in my whole life), any such occurrences. Someone had to cut mom “to the quick” (so to speak), or insult her abiding faith, before she would turn and walk away. And since I believe that eulogies should always focus on the positive, that is what I will do.

Selfless Connection. Yes, that aptly describes the inherent love my mother felt towards nearly everyone she ever met.

From my teenage years on, I questioned my mother many times about God, Jesus, our church, and family history.

Mom always had much to say about her father, who not only built their family home, but also churches and homes for family members or church friends; he loved to build. Mom had the utmost respect and love for her father, my grandfather. I have vague memories of him and his green leather recliner that had heat and massage built in. I imagine that it was a necessary health luxury for him because of all the manual labor he performed.

Mama also loved her mother very much. And we enjoyed spending time with my grandmother, taking her to church, out to eat, or to the hairdresser weekly (in later years).

In a way, you could say that my mother worshipped her parents–and their marriage set the baseline for the one she dreamed of having.

When my dad met mom, they were each out with friends. My mom had ordered a sandwich at the drive-in restaurant and my dad walked up to mom’s car window and asked if he could have a bite of her sandwich. At first, mom told him that he should buy his own, but if I recall the story right, she did oblige him a bite. When dad asked for her name and number, she gave her name, but said he would have to meet her in church if he wanted her number.

Betty Ann was ever so surprised the day (I think it was the following Sunday) that my dad walked through the doors of our church. He found her, and the rest–as they say–is history.

Both would recount the story later about how dad asked how old mom was and she replied, “Twenty.” Then, she’d asked how old he was, and he replied, “Twenty, too.” It was not until they were filling out the form for their marriage license that mom would learn that dad meant he was twenty also. She had thought he was two years older than her, apparently for some time, and was upset at the revelation of his true age!

Mom and dad were married at her parent’s home in 1960. And as my parents were married in a home that my mother’s father built, I was also married in the home my parents built. The synchronicities have not been lost on me. However, just so you know, I am not romanticizing or placing my mama on a pedestal–yes, she was human–but for certain, if you knew BettyAnn, you knew how she felt about you.

Many years later, I would come to know that even after my first husband and I had problems, my mother continued to talk with him. She never held a grudge against him, though as one might imagine she could have, for I was her only child. And we all know how most mothers can be a fierce lioness when it comes to their babies.

I love the many early photographs we have of mama. She was always simply elegant and statuesque. I’d commented on more than one occasion how she could have been a model, but mom said it was never her way. She preferred to be in the background. She never sought the spotlight. She was shy, so being the center of attention in any given scenario bothered her.

Beloved Wife

My dad reminisces of his and my mama’s wedding day (January 6th, 1960). They married at my mother’s parental home with mom’s family by her side.

Being as “honest as the day is long,” my mother wore a beautiful light cream colored suit, a-line skirt, with a mink collar pinned to the suit jacket’s collar. With all of my mother’s family in attendance, I know from the photographs, mom was supremely happy.

Dad still marvels about mom’s 17″ waistline and how he could put his hands around her waist until his fingers touched! The way mom used to explain it to me, she accomplished that feat by wearing those skinny belts and cinching the belt in, one hole at a time (day-by-day), until she her waist was the size she wanted it to be. You can really tell how tiny mom was in these wedding photographs.

As a child, I always loved visiting my grandparents at their home.

So much efforting

Over the entire course of mom and dad’s marriage and life together, mama followed her Biblical principle of being a help mate to my papa.

Mom would help dad with manual work around the house, especially during the years when they built our home in Boaz. Mom handled any contracts that needed analysis, preparation of business, banking, insurance, and all other manner of legal documents.

I look back now and realize that watching mama assist my dad with these things, most assuredly paved the way for me to learn how to use analogies to explain complex topics to others (and why I became a software business analyst).

It is amazing to think about all of the effort and struggle that at the time seemed so harsh, but were the very hurdles that helped my parents master and achieve their desires.

Newlyweds

Mom and dad were so in love, and so passionate. At times, they’d argue about things that made no sense to me, but they were yin and yang, and to achieve balance, at least at times during their marriage, they needed to till the rocky soil in order to come to an agreement.

I recently asked dad, “Who took this picture”? He just said there always seemed to be someone around to take a photo.

I’ve always loved this of mom and dad, kissing, while out in the lake’s water. I think it sums up their life together very well.

Water is often moving, never standing still, just like a marriage. It can get rough, even produce outrageous waves that can topple huge ships. But water can also become smooth as glass when there is no wind, no resistance against it.

No matter the storms of life, my parents’ marriage survived. Until the end. And my mother knew love that only few find in this life. May she rest in peace knowing her husband and family have loved her beyond words.

Endless love.

Miracle Baby

Mom and dad had only been married two years when I came along. And during my childhood my mother had so many miscarriages, that she would later call me her “miracle baby.”

For a long time, I wasn’t quite so comfortable with that label because it made me feel like she expected so much of me. And I was sure that my getting married so young, and having my own children, let mom down. However, the last visit we had together, Easter Sunday 2017, I told mama something that had only recently dawned on me. That between me, my two children, and my daughters three children, mama had back all six babies that she’d “lost.”

When I look at these photos of mom holding me as a newborn, and even how my mother’s mother looked at me, I can see such an abundance of love that it still gives me “GodBumps.”

My grandmother was not always the most warm and loving grandmother, and for years I struggled with that. I know my grandmother had been a wonderful mother to mama and her two siblings, because mama always told me so.

It’s funny isn’t it? How each of us perceive one another so differently, even from how that person is / was most of the time. And how our memories of people change over the years.

I find it fascinating now, to look back and remember with much more fondness and adoration. And interest! I’d love to know more about my grandmother and her lineage.

And as the baby in these pictures, I am so curious as to what the conversations were about at that time.

You’ll see this picture, taken at Christmas time, and how happy mom and I were to be at my grandmother’s house. It looks like we had so many presents that they spilled out from under the tree (which was in the corner to the left) and in front of the television set in the living room. Grandmother always put out such a nice display at Christmas.

Mama was still tiny, even after having me. And always beautiful, with her naturally curly hair that many ladies envied.

Loving Mother

For the better part of mama’s life, she lived by the Biblical standard of “Cleanliness is next to Godliness” and kept a spotlessly clean house. I remember people saying one could eat off of mom’s floors, and that certainly was true, especially when I was young.

 Anyone who visited us would quickly notice what an immaculate housekeeper mom was. Mom used to hard wax the wood and linoleum floors of the first house we lived in to the extent that, as a young girl, I could skate on them in my sock covered feet! Mom would warn me to be careful as I skated across the living and dining room floors!
I remember wanting to be old enough to help mom with the floor waxing, as somehow, she made it look so interesting! And as I grew older, mom did let me help her strip the old wax from the floor, and then she’d shoo me outside to play, while she applied the fresh coat of wax.
Everything mom did was meticulous. She would often tell me that if I wasn’t going to do something right, to step aside, and she’d do it. Though we had our share of mother and daughter disagreements, I knew in my heart and soul, that above all, my mother loved me.
Calling me her “miracle baby”, mom adored me. She didn’t give me everything I wanted, as some might have thought. No, my mother instilled a strong work ethic in me, that I’ve actually had to undo over the years because it made me hold others to the same high standard–and not everyone can live up, or work up, to those!
I distinctly recall being about six years old, and when I went to sleep one night, mom laid down with me in my bed. I think I had been upset about something. My grandfather died when I was six, so that might have been why I was upset, but I don’t recall. I do distinctly remember telling mama that I couldn’t breathe without her, and that she could never die. Of course, mom tried her best to console me, but I think I still cried myself to sleep.

Many babies

 I don’t have many pictures of mama when she was pregnant for the other babies.
One of the stories I heard many times over the years though, involved the baby girl mom had named, Christina.
Baby Christina was the full term infant mom had who lived less than one day.
The most poignant part of the story was that Christina would be the only one of mom and dad’s lost babies to be buried. And as mom told it, her hospital window overlooked the street to the cemetery. So, mom could see the procession when the Hearse brought baby Christina to the cemetery, with my dad following behind in his car. Mom was in a double room in the hospital and the lady in the bed beside her, had her baby in their room. It had to be one of the most heart-breaking times of mama’s life. I cannot even imagine! Apparently, the hospital staff could have cared less about mom’s emotional state.
As I recall the stories from my mother, she had several pregnancies that did not reach full term.
One was the first baby, when mom believed they were “gassed” in their first apartment. Then I came out, full term, and fine. After that was my sister, Christina. Following were three more, the last of which, had to be taken, in order to spare my mother’s life.
It was at the time when my father had to make the call–the doctor had said, “Sir, it’s either your wife, or your child.” And mom had been in the Catholic hospital and moved to the city hospital because the Catholic hospital would not allow the doctor to “take the baby”, though medically necessary.
To this day, I cannot imagine the gut-wrenching decision my father had to make. And on top of it, to transport my dying mother to another hospital in order to perform the procedure! It seems ludicrous to me now!

Early Career

I only have a couple of photos from mom’s early career days.
This photo was taken at Trader’s Federal Savings and Loan Association when mom worked for Miss Virginia Engle.
I wish I had a picture of mom when she worked for the Calvin Calendine Insurance Agency in Parkersburg, because once when I was fifteen years of age, a couple came him (perhaps it was the Calendine’s themselves) to a restaurant where I was working, and asked if I was Betty Ann’s daughter–as apparently I looked just like her when she had worked for them!
If mom wasn’t at work somewhere, or I wasn’t in school, I was with my mama. I love thinking about that!
I hated being an only child, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Nor would I have ever wished any of the hell my mother experienced on her, for continuously trying to have another child.
Mom and dad wanted so much to give me a brother or a sister, but sadly, mom lost one baby after another–I was the only one of six pregnancies to be born onto the planet.
You can see in one of the photos how tired and drained mom looked–it was a picture of her that was taken in 1968 after losing one of the babies that damn near killed her. What I couldn’t have known was that my mom had been in congestive heart failure. Had the doctors not taken the baby, (as described previously) mom would have surely died.
Mama had many friends and no matter what hell they might be going through, my mom would talk with them, pray, and be there for them when often no one else would.
As a child, I recall many times going along with mom to friends’ homes and falling asleep on a couch. I soaked in my mother’s compassion and capacity for “being there” when others needed an ear.  And mama always had me with her.
 There was a period of time when mom was into wigs. I don’t think this time lasted too long, but I remember it fairly well.
One Christmas in particular, mom was so thrilled to receive–what I think was–a fifty dollar bill from dad, along with her gifts. I love that you can see an old, but popular lamp behind mom, drapes that used to hang in the picture window, the first La-Z-Boy chair mom and dad had, and those hard wood floors in the background.
For years, mom wouldn’t let me put the icicles on the Christmas tree. When she finally let me, it was only after she taught me how to hang them properly, one at a time.

Family heritage

This was from a picture my cousins sent to me.
I love the way mom and dad looked here! I can almost remember going shopping with mom to buy the clothes we were going to wear on this rare vacation. aWEsOMe!
 We were visiting my dad’s oldest sister in the northeast. I recall going to Canada once at about this same time, though I cannot be sure it was on this trip. We took so few vacations over the course of my childhood, you’d think they would stand out more to me, but alas, I had been more focused on the bond I’d made with my cousin.
I think my mother and father only had one portrait taken in their whole married life. It was a black and white photo that my daughter has to this day in the original frame. I asked my artist husband, Richard, to Photoshop my dad out of the photo and colorize mom’s image, so we could use it for her memorial service.
Thanks go out to my uncle for facilitating that gathering in celebration of mom’s life.
I will place the photo here, but I do think the snapshot photos speak volumes about mom and dad’s life together. They were always busy working, and making a home for me, and of course continuing to try to have other children, which so sadly and unfortunately were not to be.
My regret for my mother was that she did not get the opportunity in person to see my daughter’s twins born into our family. It nearly feels like some cruel joke of the Universe. But, she did get to see their pictures and video (including their sister, our then five year old granddaughter), when I last saw her, Easter 2017. I want to believe that she knew these were her great-grandchildren whom she described as “doll babies, and beautiful, and so wonderful”!
This picture was mom when she was 30 years of age. I can remember the blouse that mom had on under the black jumper, because she kept this outfit in her closet for many years. Again, pointing out mom’s frugal nature.
As well, my mother nearly always wore a cross around her neck. Dad has told me that even unto the last few weeks of mother’s life, she had a simple gold cross on a gold chain around her neck. It would be the only jewelry that she would wear, that she could tolerate wearing.
 When we went to West Virginia, arriving the day after mother’s passing, dad gave me the gold chain that he’d removed from mother’s body. I put it on. It still had some of mama’s hair wrapped around the clasp. That was probably the hardest part for me. Knowing that I had the tiniest part of my mother to carry on with me.
 Of course, I had not told him that I had saved a few strands of her hair from when I’d seen her at Easter. I had used my comb to arrange her hair. Nor did I mention the memories of all of the times mama would sit with me to comb the knots out of my naturally curly hair when I was young.
We both had such tender heads that combing our hair was something very difficult to do, preferring to brush it instead, for most of our lives.
Only now, that my hair is beginning to thin, can I use a comb. And mother’s dark thick hair had turned to thin and gray, but still curly, even unto the last time I styled it for her.

Sharing of Recipes

My grandmother was a wonderful cook, and my mother and aunt learned so much from cooking and baking with her. I can still taste many of the delicious recipes that my grandmother made, especially her luscious banana cake with chocolate frosting. Mom would make this too, but somehow it was always just a bit different.

Mom also made a kicking fudge candy, that one of my cousins still makes to this day from her recipe. My mother also made a fantastic pot roast, that my aunt MaryAnn learned to make, and also continues to prepare for her family.

Growing up, mom always cooked green beans. I still have fond memories of helping mom and grandmother string beans fresh out of the garden.

The memories of particular recipes linger for each of us.

 This photo was of an older boat that papa had bought to restore and sell. I think it was about 1976. It seems like we always had a boat. We went to the river as much as we could on the weekends. It was really the only down time my parents had.
As I’ve said, we didn’t vacation every year like a lot of families. But my parents did believe in buying, restoring, or fixing just about anything, and then reselling it. So, while it seemed we had a lot of stuff, I never became too attached to anything. Just as soon as I’d fall in love with a car, it’d be gone! Mom had a hard time with that also.
We typically only traveled to see family. The only times we went somewhere that didn’t involve seeing family was when we went to Ocean City, Maryland or Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. And then there was the trip to St. Petersburg, Florida.
My first trip to Florida was for a somber occasion, as it was for one of my dad’s friends, Dick Kight, the man who was with my dad the night he met mom.
On one of our trips to the beach, my grandmother went with us. I don’t recall much about the trip, other than I made a friend while playing in the sand. I was pretty good about making friends easily like that (I’m just not so sure why I didn’t make as many friends at school). Vacations were different times though. People seemed so much more relaxed.

My dad loved to fly. He bought a Cessna, much to the chagrin of my mother, and got his private pilot’s license. Mom is pictured standing next to the plane. I don’t recall her ever going flying with dad, but dad took my daughter up in the air once. He took me on one of those helicopter rides, with someone else flying and that was enough for me! I couldn’t wrap my mind around my dad flying, so I guess that’s why I never wanted to go. But, somehow, I let my daughter go!

It’s kind of ironic that I would later work (and go to school) for the Harvard of the air, Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University, and work at the Kennedy Space Center! How funny can life be?

Mom was always  proud of my accomplishments, but she had a difficult time with my going to college while working and raising Marie and Matt. She would often strongly suggest that I take a semester off, because in her words, “…your children won’t be around forever.” But, silly of me, when Marie and Matt had returned to live at home, after being out of the house for at least a few years, I poked fun at mom because both of my children had come home. Looking back now, I am getting paid back in spades! Karma. It is what it is.

This picture was taken at my dad’s family farm. I was seventeen, so mom and dad would have been 39. It’s hard to imagine it now, but I used to think 30, or 40, was “old.” Yet, look how young they looked! Wow!

On top of looking great, my mother was one of the strongest women I have ever known.

I cannot imagine the pain she survived. Even if you only consider one of the stories I shared earlier, I don’t know the strength it took her to go on, but somehow she did.

My mother lost five babies in total (at different stages of development, with at least two of those because the hospital either didn’t type her blood at all, or when they did, they typed it wrong). But there were no lawsuits.

Mom went on to raise me, have a career, build a house with my dad (that one couple loved enough to steal–but that’s a whole other documented story that I could tell), and lived until she was almost 78 years old, nearly 58 years with the same man, my dad.

Throughout writing this eulogy, I attempted to keep my focus on mom. I realize that I’ve ranted a bit, and derailed, but it’s because my mama and I were pretty much tied at the hip, until I met my first husband. When I started dating, and going across the state line to Ohio, my personality began to change. I became independent and mom told me several times that I was drifting away from her.

We had been friends, as much as mother and daughter. I, always being my mother’s closest confidante. I wish I could say that I continued to confide in my mother after I began dating, but it was true what she had said, we had drifted. That is, I allowed myself to drift from her.

More and more we began to live separate lives.

I realize that’s the nature of things for a lot of people, and I am not the only one who has run off from the protection and solace of her mother’s arms while yet a teenager. While I have few regrets, leaving mom and dad to get married so young is one of them. I have made peace with that, due to having my own children and knowing they might have never been, had I not made the choices I made when I was seventeen.

When I hear the Stevie Nicks song, “Edge of Seventeen”, I remember those days with fondness and self-forgiveness. All is as it should be.
 Even though I was close with my first cousins, and one of my third cousins, I felt so alone during those days. Oh! To know then, what I know now!
 
Mama was close with her sister, Alberdia. And this photo, I think, was one Christmas at my aunt Alberdia’s home. Mom and my aunt had both sold Avon for many years, and they had much in common.
One time, many years later, my dad related a story to me about mom and her sister sitting up until the wee hours of the morning visiting. He said they giggled and laughed like little girls.
As it turned out, that night would be the last visit that they both shared together at my aunts home. I think of what they must have talked about, and how much life experience and wisdom they shared.
I am thankful for all of the Thanksgivings, and all of the Christmas holidays we spent at my aunts house, and I am ever so grateful to be in current contact with Alberdia’s children–my first cousins. Our family legacy continues.

Loving grandmother

Oh, how happy mama was when her first grandchild was born! She was blessed to have my husband and myself living so close, so that she could see her beautiful granddaughter every day! I remember taking this picture when they came to visit us, only a day or two after my daughter and I had come home from the hospital. And my daughter, Sheila April-Marie (Marie), loved her mammaw and pappaw!

By the time I had my son, Allen Matthew (Matt), two years later, we’d moved about a half an hour away, and we still made time to visit. The bond and the love was so strong between my parents and my children. The visits continued often, even after we moved to Florida. I am so very glad we were close, and had so many visits, and shared so many wonderful times together.

Even though we didn’t live near each other in Florida, mom and dad would meet me half  way many weekends and take Marie and Matt to their home for visits, several times per year.

Mom really loved her grandchildren! I’m sure in many ways she felt as though, by having them with her, it was like having her lost babies back.

Speaking of mom and dad’s unborn babies, mom and I talked about them often most of my life, until mom progressed in her illness, then she started to forget how many babies she had lost. That’s when I knew we were losing her.

In the beginning, it was mom’s short term memory that started to go. Then she forgot how the ball point pen worked. She stopped typing me letters. Oh, I used to get the most beautiful long emails from my mom! I’m certain many were lost as the email technology changed though, and I’m sad about that. Then mom failed at being able to use the phone. That probably worried me the most of anything. So, papa did his best to always keep her with him, as alone she wouldn’t know how to call anyone for help.

 My children were oh, so blessed, to have my parents as grandparents! The love that mom and dad showed to my children were incredible!

Leaning on the Everlasting Arm

Many times over the years mom told me she felt trapped in her marriage, however during the last 7 years of her life she would tell me how grateful she was for my dad, “papa”, and that she didn’t know what she would do without him.
Mom had come to accept the course of her fate, and not only forgive, but embrace all of the aspects of my papa, whether she agreed or not, and allowed him to care for her, do everything for her, that in earlier years she wouldn’t have even dreamed.
 Mom and dad argued a lot over the years. And I saw my mother cry–a lot. I often felt bad for the struggle my mama endured. Sometimes, mom would tell me that she and my father would fight because they had so much passion for each other. It took me years to accept, understand, and allow the dysfunction of their relationship. In fact, I had to get married, move out, and have children, in order to experience anything near to the tumultuous relationship mom and dad had–before I really understood. Then, it took many years of prayer, meditation, and inner work (energy medicine) to come to the place of the allowing. Allowing those choices.
Mama would also tell me that while improving the property where they would build their dream home, every time she chopped a tree down, she would hear or feel the words, “Your work is all in vain.” Several years later, those words would return to her, as clear memories, when she and dad left West Virginia for Florida.
My mother and my father made their life what it was. What might seem simple to many, took me years to accept–that each of us live by the thoughts and choices we make. I can only hope my papa can find purpose and joy in the rest of his life, as I know he has many healthy and strong years ahead of him. I so want him to be happy! I know he misses mom so much; he longs for his wife and best friend!
The red knit sweater vest that mom is wearing in this photo was one of the garments that mom had kept and stored away at grandmother’s house in the cedar closet. I am now taking it to New Hampshire to give to my daughter. I know she will wear it with great love and admiration for her thrifty grandmother!
I have learned that all any of us can ever do is “Be Here Now” (as my friend Dr. Alison J. Kay told me), if we want to feel better and leave the pain of the past behind. And as I’ve been writing this eulogy that lesson has returned to me many times–even during my writing when a friend called to remind me!
After everything, all I can truly tell you is that all of the hard times, all of the prayers, all of the harsh words, all of the warmth, all of the moments, the days of our lives, what we perceive as the good, and the bad, after all of it–it all resolves to Gratitude. And Thank You, is the best prayer you can ever utter.
This was a classic photo of my mom and I, and Marie, while I was pregnant for my son, Matt. I remember that day so clearly, as if it were yesterday. How does that happen? How can one time stand out so complete in one’s mind that you can remember the feeling of the fabric of the shirt you were wearing, or the smell of food cooking?
You can see the double front doors behind us and the large picture window above the doors. There was a foyer there, with a wall that was built in such a way, that you could look down on whoever was coming in or going out of the house, but they wouldn’t necessarily see you. The living room and foyer were on different levels. I’ve never been in any other house like the one my mom and dad built–ever.
I remember sitting alongside mom and dad as they sketched out the blueprint for our home. They built it from every dream they’d ever had about a house. It had so many special things in it. And some things, just sort of happened. We call them design features nowadays. Little things like, “What are we going to put on top of this wall?” would come up in daily conversation. Eventually, the foyer wall got carpeting laid upon the top of it. And we used it as a sort of catch-all for books or magazines, mail, or such.

On the river

Oh wow! I would definitely be remiss if I didn’t talk about the river. Mom, dad, and I spent a lot of time out on the Ohio river. I have so many memories of being out on the river, with one of the boats we had, or with friends.
Mom and dad continued the habit of going out on the river, even after they had grandchildren too, which I know my kids loved, and so did I.
This is one of those times at the river! It was evidently during the annual regatta time, because of all the other boats in the water.
Mom had started smoking. It wasn’t like her at all, but it was indicative of the ridiculous stress she was under at that point.
I am glad that I could salvage this picture, because that’s my darling daughter, Marie, when she was about two years old. Mom and dad would take her out in the boat with them. And Marie had my sock monkey with her that day. Ha! The same sock monkey our friend, Linda Evans had made for me when I was born that I still have, which mom later found the hat for and gave to me. He has been with ever since and sits beside our bed.
While I can’t say that we always went to every regatta, the ones we did attend were a lot of fun! I have wanted to return for many years during regatta time, but haven’t been yet. Thankfully, our dear friend, Liz Tymchak, sends us lots of photos.
Marie and Matt always enjoyed their time with mom and dad, whether on the river in a boat, or just swimming in the pool. When you live in West Virginia, you have to get out as much in the summer as you can, because it doesn’t last long.
I love this photo of mom with her hair up. She always wore her long hair up when we went boating or swimming, and she was so pretty. It really showed off her high cheekbones and beautiful face.
 I wish something hadn’t been on fire in the background of this photo though, as it disrupts from the view of the old Williamstown bridge in the background, and of course, all of the boats.
My mother was statuesque and lovely. She was beautiful inside and out, as they say. When she walked into a room, people noticed. And she spoke softly, but carried a big stick, as they say. She could be quite firm in her statements, but they were always infused with care and compassion. My mother truly was an angel on earth, as my dad always said.
 I love this picture of Marie with mom and dad in her little life jacket. Yes, mom and dad were always careful while boating, especially when they had their grandchildren out with them.
Dad often said it made him a little nervous during regatta, because there were so many boats on the river at the same time, and many people were drinking beer and such. Though this photo only showed a portion of mom, I included it for dad and Marie.
I also love the water, and this one features the river almost as prominently as it does my family.
Back in those days, the cameras we had were not always the greatest. We kept up with technology, having Polaroid cameras and Kodak, but I didn’t even know what a 35mm camera was, until I was in my teens.
So, if you have a photographer in your family, you’re blessed! Haha! Your family photos are probably a lot more centered and focused than ours.

On the farm

Notice that Marie was wearing the same tank top in this picture, when Matt was just a month or so old, as she was during the regatta photos. I am so glad that my grandfather (my dad’s father) was able to meet my children. This is such a great picture of mama holding Marie, and grandpa holding Matthew. This was taken while we were visiting my grandfather in Newville, WV.
I used to wonder how my grandfather could live on the farm without many of the staples of life that I’d become accustomed to having. But now, I believe my grandfather was richer than many of us. He had peace of mind, and love in his heart for all. He read daily, and walked the hillsides. He kept pictures of his family on the wall in the living room, and I believe he prayed for each of us–everyday.
My mama and grandpa would have long talks each time we visited. I wish I’d had a recorder! They could get to the real meat of life, and have deep discussions about God.

At home

My beautiful mother. Mom always loved tapestries and there was a large one hanging on the wall behind her. I’m not sure, but this may have been one that my uncle, my mother’s brother, Jim, gave her. I know he had brought her a tapestry back from Germany (when he’d been stationed there), and she cherished it. Later, I believe she bought one or two more. I know she had this one of the horses, and another of The Last Supper.
I suppose pictures are good for things like this. To be able to look back and remember special times. To look at things our family and friends gave us, and think fondly of the people who were so thoughtful to give us those gifts. Even the smallest of things.
 Mama always loved brick houses, my thought is that was probably due to her father building the house where she and her siblings grew up. Also, since my dad was a builder, mom understood the strength of brick. Even our first house in Boaz, where we lived since I was 3 years of age, was brick.
When mom and dad built their large new home on 6 acres, they got a great deal on a massive amount of bricks, and sought out professional brick layers to put up all of the walls.
You can see a lot of brick and stone in these pictures behind mom and dad. The walls of the main living and dining room part of the house were double brick walls! One wall for the outside and one for the inside, with concrete poured in between. That house is a fortress! It was so well built that I imagine it would take an earthquake to bring it down!
I wish the lighting was a little better on this picture, but I think you get the idea.
Mom and dad finished the house in 1978. I lived in the house for about a year, before I got married in Nov. 1979 (in the house–yes the living room was so huge, we had the wedding there!) and then, my husband and I moved back into the trailer in the front of the property that mom, dad, and I had lived in while building the house.
 This is a rare picture that I have of mom standing beside her Cadillac. She really enjoyed this car and it upset her very much to give it back to the bank too, when everything fell apart with  their business. Though friends had suggested mom and dad incorporate their business so they wouldn’t lose things if the business experienced a downturn, such as home and personal vehicles, they didn’t do that. If that is one lesson we all learned through that time, it was this: if you’re going to run your own business, incorporate.
Looking back now, I am so glad that mama was able to have some enjoyment in things like driving her Cadillac. She’d always worked so hard, fingers to the bone, that having something to show for it, and really enjoy it, was a small reward for her efforts.
Even when I was a small child, I knew about the love of material possessions. And a car was always a huge deal for many of us. I couldn’t wait to drive when I turned fifteen and work to pay for my own truck.
So, I can very well feel the feelings mom had for her car. I think she only had this one for a couple of years, but at least she had that. At least, that was something.
Of course, more than my mama loved cars, she outrageously loved her grandchildren!
My mother would take my kids every few weekends, or babysit whenever I needed! She couldn’t wait to have Marie and Matt over to the house! She’d take them to church on Sunday’s, play in the pool in the summer, or just let them run around and be kids on the property. Mom was always cooking, baking, and so on, so she fed her grand babies well!
Mama and Marie in the house in Boaz. My rocking chair is in the background that mom had kept from when I was a baby. Also, the dress mom was wearing in this picture was one of the dresses that she’d kept in the cedar closet for over 30 years that came back to me. Though it was much outdated and out of style, I gave it to a church, along with a few other things, in hopes that someone else would get some use of it.
I am so glad when I look back on all of the wonderful memories I have of our time in the house mom and dad built, especially the times they had my children there, and played in the living room, basement, and outside in and around the pool.
We had so many joyous family times. Naturally, there we just times we sat around and talked, or watched television together, but there were lots of exploring in the woods, cutting of firewood, cooking, dining, and such.
Lots of family and friends would visit and many times (during the summer) we’d all end up in the pool. Mom was usually the last person in the pool though, as there were so many other tasks to take care of first.
Mom was an aWEsOMe hostess to any guests who arrived. I remember the little things, like making sure everyone had a beach towel at the pool, and doing the laundry later, after everyone had gone.
 One of our long time friends, Liz, told me recently that she remembered helping to clean the pool too, when she would come to visit and stay for a swim.
That was mom’s generation though, always work before play, always helping a neighbor, friend, or family. Selfless action. Always giving, and rarely taking time to receive.
I’m noticing so many little things now, ways we used to think and live. And how differently I perceive life now. The years mom and dad got to enjoy their home were to be limited though. And that’s one story that can still burn a bit.
You see, after all of the hard work, and years of sacrifice, mom and dad would lose their business and home, even personal property like cars, during a short period of time when the business climate sank in the early 1980s.
For my mother, more than losing the property and home she loved, what really hurt, was the smear campaign and tarnish on her reputation that occurred when she and my dad had to file bankruptcy and turn their properties over to the banks.
I find it hard to think that due to a poor business climate, coupled with the fact that someone who, once they saw the house under the guise of buying it, could become so envious and devious, that they would do anything to possess it! Quite frankly, it still blows my mind when I think about how some bastard was able to connive and manipulate his bank into getting mom and dad’s house. It’s a huge reason I made up my mind years ago that I would never work for a bank. But, that’s all I’m going to say about that right now.
My mother kept intricately detailed records. She’d been a bookkeeper for years, trained by one of the best in the business, so I have all of the documentation. Yes, all of it. The ledgers, the statements, the hand-written letters of what happened. And all of the names involved. It was scandalous.
UPDATE Feb 8, 2021: My cousin Josh sent me this picture of his mom, my aunt Alberdia (on the left) and mom (on the right) when they visited the PTL place, Heritage USA. They were both sooo happy to be there and visit that place! They had both contributed thousands of dollars.) I have the PTL badge that mom is wearing in this picture also! And it’s exactly how she looked when she came to me in a vision one night. I love that Josh thought to send this to me:
Mom and her sister Alberdia - Heritage USA PTL
 Lucky for some, I focus my energies on love and healing. Ah, that feels better. Plus, I note that karma has already come back around on that thief. As I’ve heard rumors that the couple who incredulously took mom and dad’s house, didn’t live there but about a year before passing away.
Don’t worry, I can’t dwell on the debacle for long, it twists me to the point of nausea.
When I see this photo, it reminds me of all of the times mom cooked and baked for us in her beautiful kitchen.
At this time, mom was working at Big Bear in Marietta, and I can still taste the London Broil she used to make on the Jenn-Aire range! We all ate well when we visited mom and dad, because mom knew the best cuts of meat to bring home after her shift. She never complained about cooking either–as it must have been her first love!
Shortly after this photo was taken, we moved to Florida.

Florida living

After only living in Florida for a couple of years, I was divorced and living in a duplex with my children.
Mom and dad visited often, even living with us for several months to help me get back on my feet, so to speak. These photos, of mom and Marie, were during such a happy Christmas–and includes one of the best pictures I have of mom, when she was shocked at opening of one of her gifts. I love it. It’s a favorite!
This is what gift giving is about as far as I’m concerned. Surprise, and exquisite joy! I know it’s fleeting, but it’s so ultimately precious.
I can recall this particular time, as if it were only yesterday. Pictures do that, don’t they? They freeze a slice of time. Ahh!
 Notice how the best pictures, and the most fun and joy shown in these photos, are of when we are together with our loved ones. It’s not about the homes, cars, or other possessions, though they are nice, they are temporary. Though they can remind of us of our loved ones who helped us, or gifted us with these things, they are just things. And people are what’s most important–cherish the people in your life, now.
 I love how close we were then. Mom would go to Treasure Island during the day to clean hotel rooms or condos, and I was working at Embry-Riddle. Dad would cook breakfast and get Marie and Matt off to school. Some days, if we’d overslept, I would take the kids to school on my way to work. One time in particular, I remember getting pulled over a block from the school for speeding. But my hair was wet and my short was skirt, so no ticket for me! Haha!
Mom and dad really helped me a lot that summer. And I could have been more grateful. We had barely lived in the duplex for one year when I met the man who would become my second husband. Mom approved. But he tricked us all.

1990s

Here was mom and dad and I at my second wedding in the early 90s in Daytona Beach. I think mom was happy that this time, I was to be married in a church. Even though she, nor I really, knew my second husband that well, she and dad were there by my side. And they always enjoyed having my children with them on weekends.
If for no other reason, and yes, I realize all of learned many lessons through those times, I was glad that we had the wedding to have these photos taken. They were the last professional pictures I would have with both of my parents.
 On at least one occasion, mom came to stay with us for a few days as I know she was there when Marie had an issue at the church school. And I’d only had my kids in the church school during part of one school year, the same year we attended that particular church.
Mom’s hair was very long at this time. It’s difficult to see, but in the photo with her back turned, where she was talking with my uncle Jim (mom’s brother), and my aunt Janice, you can see that mom’s hair was half way down her back! I’d forgotten that she’d worn it very long like that for many years–as you could see from her much younger days when she’d worn it very short.
I was also very happy that my uncle and aunt could attend my second wedding. I know that added much to the happiness mom experience during that event.
I remember my daughter always being skeptical of her new step-father, and with good reason. Yet, I wouldn’t learn my lesson about him for several years.
My mom and dad accepted the husband, but you’ll note I am not including any photos of him. This is after all, a eulogy about my mother, and it’s already had too much about me in it.
My uncle and aunt had come to the wedding and for a visit and that, as well as, how the wedding would be handled, had been my center of focus.
 I could be mistaken, but I think this was the only time my mother’s brother and wife visited us in Florida. I know it’s difficult to arrange times to visit family when one is on vacation, but I can tell you from experience, if you can do it, then make every effort to visit your family. It’s time like these that people will remember, and put in a eulogy later on. It meant the world to have them visit.
 We had lived so far apart for so long, that seeing family in our new home state, was priceless.
 Many times in life we question our priorities, which event to attend, or whom to spend time with. Consider the family and friends who will be there for you when making such choices.
As for conversation, anyone who knew my mother could tell you that she could talk, and talk, and talk–with anyone! Mom never met a stranger. And she was an excellent listener. But yes, many of our old friends have told me during these last weeks, that one of the things they remembered the most about mom was that she could spend hours in conversation with them.
One of mom’s friends, Linda, told me they used to stay up all night talking about God, church, and the Bible, until Linda’s husband, Jerry, would come in at 7am in the morning from working nights. Of course, I was there too! And would have fallen asleep at some point, while playing games and such with Ginny and Debbie, Linda and Jerry’s girls.
One of the best things about my second marriage, were the times mom and dad came to visit us–especially at Christmas.
I found a couple of pictures of mom and dad opening their gift when they visited us. I love their smiles!
Mom and dad stayed over only a few times, but I was always thrilled to have them, even if my then husband disagreed. My mother was never the in your business “mother in law” type.
She actually could have been nosier or more “in our business” and I’d have probably left him even sooner!
 I love mama’s smile here. As well as dad’s smile. They were both really happy for me and my children to be in a home at that point. I actually think they had a few months where they didn’t worry about us during that time. But that was to be short lived.
Not that anyone got into trouble, but my marriage was quite rocky, and I didn’t hold that back from them. Once I confessed to them that I had learned my second husband was an addict, they prayed for us night and day, and eventually, the Universe provided a way for me to exit the marriage. Though four years later we reunited, that was only to prove to me that I had done the right thing by leaving previously. And my children and I were on our way to a better life.
Speaking of praying, one of the things mom loved to do was to watch Christian ministry television shows. And she contributed too! I’ve found records in her ledger books and receipts where she gave thousands of dollars to PTL, Benny Hinn, and The 700 Club. We would watch together sometimes too.
My son found this PTL membership card of mom’s from 1990. If I ever questioned her giving money to these places, I won’t anymore, because the JOY I see in her smile here, reflects so much love! It may have been a scam or a business failure on the part of the Bakkers, but for this one precious moment, my mother was in BLISS! She had visited the PTL resort and her sister, my aunt Alberdia had also bought a membership (though I don’t recall if they visited at the same time), but mom was just amazed at how beautiful it all was, and how splendid. She thought that a resort where Christians could meet and fellowship, worship, and take their families for fun was the ultimate vacation!
 This is one of the rare photos I have of mom, just after she woke up one morning, while she enjoyed a cup of coffee. Mom always loved her coffee! Over the years she went from drinking about a pot of coffee a day, to just a few cups, but always, there was coffee. It makes me smile to smell a cup of coffee and even if ever so briefly I think of mom.
 I remember telling mama that I loved the smell of coffee but not the taste, even when I first began working in a restaurant at age fifteen. Mom would encourage me to try it, citing that it would help wake me up in the morning and aid one in their digestion (to put it nicely).
Yet, even though I tried it, I just never accepted the taste of coffee. Though my husband now would tell you that I bogart his White Russian cocktail on occasion for a sip, because of the coffee flavor! Haha!
Sometimes a long day requires coffee.
 Though my second marriage lasted only a few years, this was yet another Christmas where we could find time to enjoy being together as a family.
Dad had began growing a beard and letting his hair grow, and mama loved that! Oh, sometimes she’d tease him about getting hair cut, but eventually she grew to love his beard and hair and come to acceptance about it. I learned a great deal from my mom about acceptance of things I could not change.
I only bring up some statements about my life, to help to put certain things in perspective, and why the background of many of the photos are different.
My daughter has counted it up and that in her life, she’s lived in over 27 different places. Of course, she’s lived in more places than I, but I tell you this to give you some perspective.
 I always loved having mom and dad visit us, even if I didn’t always show it. I mean, I think I showed it, but sometimes, I had to think about the man I lived with. Sometimes, there were things happening that were out of my control. At least that is how I saw it back then.
I am glad I continued to change and grow, always seeking more. And always teaching my children that they never needed to stay “stuck” as mom had often referred to her own life.
You’ll note that in nearly every picture of mom and dad together, they were always touching each other, arms around each other, holding hands, hugging, or such. And that has always been, no matter the quarrel or argument. There was always peace, somehow, some way.
 Eventually, after my second marriage ended and I’d spent about three years alone, I took a consulting job that moved us back north. Mom and dad came to see us off, and these were a couple of pictures I found of us together to commemerate that time.
We had met at the flea market in Daytona Beach for some shopping and to have hugs goodbye.
I had bought a Jeep and my son was 16. Once again, my mother had to say goodbye to my children, and once again, I later would come to know how much this hurt her. I knew we’d be back to visit, but I was off to pursue a big leap in my career. It was my opportunity to shine. And mama was happy for me, but so sad to see us go.
This is dad, mom, and Matt. We just took this pictures kind of quick, so I don’t know where Marie was, or if I just missed a picture where she was included.
 You can probably tell that once again, we had met at the flea market.
Florida is full of flea markets. Perhaps that’s another reason I love Florida. A synchronicity would be that when dad sold CB radios, he would take mom and I to weekend jamboree’s. Those were always such fun times. And something about a CB radio jamboree reminds me of a flea market. I guess it’s the atmosphere.
 At this point, mama was still getting around very well, and she was enjoying retirement. She and dad were able to get out and about often and such. They would go to yard sales and flea markets, and even to the beach!
 These couple of photos were taken at my first cousin Lori’s wedding.
My hair continued getting more blonde, and mom was showing a little more age. In particular, one of my cousin’s, Carol Sue, had cancer, and it would be one of the last times I would see her.
Obviously the picture of mama and Carol Sue, means a lot to me. Both of our dear angels in Heaven.
 I had been traveling at this point, doing IT consulting work, so I only got to see mama a few times a year. So, seeing her at Lorie’s wedding was also a treat for me!
It’s funny too, that I used to know each article of clothing mom had. I can honestly not recall her having this cactus top before! But, she always loved wearing her hair scrunchies that a friend of mine had made.
Here’s mom and our cousin, Carol Sue.
Carol Sue, a wife, mother, and nurse with a heart of gold, was my dad’s oldest brothers’ youngest daughter. She is survived by her son and husband.
Mom and dad attended Carol Sue’s funeral and said it was one of the hardest things they ever had to do. I didn’t attend Carol Sue’s funeral, but mom and dad relayed how beautiful of a service it was. I only recall how supremely sad they were to see her in a casket. Mom said they could never take it if something happened to me, before them.
Though you can see how different Carol Sue and I looked in these pictures, earlier on we had looked more similar–except for Carol Sue’s dimples. She had the best dimples! I wish we could have been closer.
This was mama at home in about 1997 or so. She was reading the paper, sitting underneath an artwork I had created for mom and dad and given them a year or so two prior.
I didn’t claim to be an artist then, nor do I now, but I was led to create something with a big sky and sea, and then glue shells onto it. I’ve seen some such creations since, but never quite like the ones I’d painted in acrylics. I gave several away at Christmas, but I kept the one I liked best for mom. She loved it.
She took off her glasses for this photo.
 My mother loved her grandson so much!
She was especially thankful whenever he would visit them in later years, and mow their yard, or help them around the property. She knew dad couldn’t do it all alone, though he certainly gave it his best.
Anytime Matthew would come to visit, mom was always so very thankful.
I like to think that my daughter, son, and myself inherited my mom’s soft and huge heart! Her empathy, compassion, and loyalty to people were some of her most beloved qualities.
I know people say one must be careful of who they trust, and I can see where that’s true in some situations, but my mother was more trusting than fearful, and for that I am eternally grateful.

This was another Christmas when we were celebrating together in 2000 or 2001 when I had moved back to Altamonte Springs. Mom and dad had come over to visit and we all enjoyed a great time.

This is Matt, mom and dad, sitting on a couch Matt had found for our apartment.
 Later on, Matt rented his first house in Deltona and mom and dad had come over to visit him. They loved relaxing on this chaise lounge type of chair that Matt had. You can see how comfortable they were. As I recall, we’d all enjoyed a wonderful visit together.
 I’m sure we had some wine and chocolate covered cherries, one of our annual traditions.
 I remember how proud mom was of Matt, for working and being able to have a home of his own. She always valued a dollar, and of course, hard work. She would often tell us to save our money. Over the years, mom just couldn’t believe how much homes cost, and how much rent we paid for housing. She always dreamed of having a place where we could all live near each other.

Final years together

This was mom and my daughter, Marie in 2007 at our last house for Thanksgiving. I also believe this was the last year that mom wore makeup.
This was one of my favorite pictures of mom and Marie together in the last ten years. When mama would put her hand on my face, similar to how she’s cradling Marie’s face here, that was one of the things that made me feel most special. I will never forget her doing that to me, the next to the last time I visited mom and dad at their home in Florida.
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Marie found another picture of mom that she loves. This was a few days before Christmas in 2008 when Marie and I went to visit mom and dad (and I had taken Beau and Lou-Lou with us).
Here, you see mama and papa holding hands. They often did this. And it always warmed my heart to see it.
Mama is holding our beloved Beau (Shih-Tzu doggie) in 2008 at their home. I used to visit and take both of my fur kids with me over the years, and eventually, it just became Beau. Mama loved Beau so much, that I have a feeling that is why she was so accepting of their fur baby doggy, Sundae, when she came to live with them.
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I think this is one of my favorite photos of mama holding both, Lou-Lou (black and white) and Beau (white brindle).
Here, mama is wearing a plaid blouse. My mom loved plaid! She wore plaid often throughout her life. So, when I see others wearing plaid, it also reminds me of mama and speaks to my heart. Love!

In this photo, you can see that mom is wearing one of two blouses she had, which she enjoyed wearing the last few years of her life. The picture of mom and I was in 2009 at our last house. The one that follows, was of Matt and mom in 2012. Just once again displaying how frugal mom and dad have been.

My dad and I have talked in the last couple of years about life. What’s life about? Why are we here? What comes after? There are so many ideologies. Different faiths. Myriad of opinions. But no one has died and come back. Oh, yes, I know some who have gone and returned after a short time of being pronounced dead, but even they have only but glimpsed the beyond–and their fascinating and intriguing stories differ.

In the end, it seems none of us will know for certain what lies beyond–until it’s our turn.

During the last few years of mom’s life, my son, Matt, was constantly checking in with mom and dad. He only lived about thirty minutes from them, and he and his wife, Jenn, would go to visit them.

Matt would mow the yard, and they would take food in, and Jenn (thank you dear heart) would bathe mom. As well, dad would take mom and go to Matt and Jenn’s house, and though Matt and Jenn were both holding down full-time jobs, they always made time for my parents. Matthew loved his grandparents as much or more perhaps, than his love for me. And for that, I am also eternally grateful.

This group photo of mom and dad, myself and my husband, and Matt was taken in November 2012 at Matt’s house. We’d all met there for a visit and celebrated Thanksgiving about a week early.

Mom was having a hard time getting around, and using a cane, but she was still happy and getting out with dad quite often.

Matt and his wife (at the time), Jenn, took such wonderful care of my mom over the course of the last three or four years. I cannot thank them enough for their compassion and love.

I believe the last time mom and dad visited Matt and Jenn at their house, Jenn helped mama take a shower. I will be forever grateful to her for that. Mom had always been very modest, and had never asked anyone to help her. So, I knew it was a combination of mama needing the help, and also of Jenn’s ability and capacity of being able to talk with mama in such a way as to help her with such a task.

In the twilight years of mama and papa’s marriage, my mother would tell me over and over, “I don’t know what I would do without papa”, and how much she still loved my dad. And my dad continued to love my mom. Unless you witnessed the two of these amazing people together, you just couldn’t understand their love.

I will remain eternally grateful to my papa for the care he took of mom during the last few years of her life, when she couldn’t do the simplest tasks for herself. I may never understand their profound connection and love, but I am so in awe of it. I cannot begin to imagine the loss my papa feels now, and how he misses his wife, my mother. The very best friend either of us could ever have.

I know there are times in every marriage when people feel like they can’t continue on with each other, for a variety of reasons, some small, some extreme. And some of those reasons can be brutally painful. Yet, even in the worst of times, during a loss of a baby, infidelity, fights, death of a parent or sibling, bankruptcy, or harsh arguments, only a rare few marriages can sustain.

Personally, I don’t know how people survive or even thrive in the midst of such turmoil, but I’ve witnessed it. I’ve witnessed two people pull together, even when I thought they would tear each other apart, and yet, make it through. And honor their vows–until death they did part.

This was the last picture I have of Marie and Jennifer with mom and dad, and it was taken in April of 2013 in Daytona Beach.

This was also about the time that dad had begun dressing mom daily, and I knew the top she was wearing had a little more to it, turns out she had the skirt on too, but it was just bunched up. As mom lost more weight, dad had been searching through her closet and found this. It was the same outfit, top and skirt that mom had worn to my second wedding! I didn’t realize it at the time, I only knew it looked familiar. Looking back through old photographs, I now know why I’d known it was familiar but wow! Awe!

I’m also so glad that we had more than a few minutes to share together that day. I believe mom did know Marie and that Jennifer was her great-granddaughter. In this next picture, mom seemed to be reaching out for Jennifer, perhaps even to give her a blessing. I will never know for sure, but certainly there was great love there. And in the end, that is all that matters.

Mom had not cut her hair, but it had been breaking off. I know one of her wishes was to have died with long flowing hair, and that makes me sad when I think that she didn’t. However, I know that was something out of her control, and perhaps not even something she gave any thought to in her final years, so I know it’s only my thoughts about it, that make me sad.

I am so very thankful, and my heart is so full of love when I think about how my mother had this special time with her great-granddaughter, Jennifer. I believe mama knew Jennifer was her great-grandchild, or at least her grandchild, during this visit, since this was four years before her passing.

I know people say that when you have dementia you are attracted to babies and young children whether or not they know they are a relation. But mama was still wearing her wedding  band in this photo, on her little finger, and I feel that since she still had the mind to wear that ring, then she knew who Jennifer was.

You see, I had had mama’s wedding band for sake keeping for several years. However, when we bought our RV mom and dad had come for a visit, and that was in 2010. At that time, I had given mom’s wedding ring back to her during our visit.

When I saw this picture, and saw mama wearing her ring, I knew there was still a bit of “mom” in mom.

This was mom and dad at Matt’s house for Christmas 2015. Mama had been losing weight the last few years and I was glad to see her wearing a pretty pink top. She’d been wearing hats a lot also.

Thank you for reading this and for any comments or corrections you would like to add. I’ve spent about three weeks going through the photos I’d scanned and saved, and presented the best ones of mom in this post. But I would love to see more. If you have any to share, please email them to me at:

sheila(dot)murrey(at)gmail.com

My wonderful husband also helped me to produce a loving video slideshow with the photos here and many more, along with two of his original songs that I believe my mother would have loved. I am including the link for you next: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6H6zdoVTa8

Update – Nov. 2018: While helping dad and my son pack up things I found an unsigned letter to mom that made me come to the following realization:

Family reflect who we were. Friends reflect who we are.

Family reflect who we once were, or who we were in the past. But, our friends reflect who we are now, who we’ve become, and how much we’ve grown (or not). That’s why we sometimes tend to love our friends more than our family. Yet, some of us (like me), who are very blessed, have family we are also friends with and who we want to spend eternity with. Time limits us, but thankfully (Thank you, God), that eternity is not limited.

I miss you mama. Thank you. Thank you for teaching me everything I needed to know (when you could barely talk anymore), by looking in your eyes and placing your hand on the side of my face. And for always living in utter GRATITUDE the last years of your life (though your surroundings were not as you once would have wanted). You came to a place of not knowing or of acceptance, it doesn’t matter which, because you were grateful. You became Grace.

I only cry because I never got to tell you how much I got that lesson, how deeply I learned that last lesson from you. I continue forward, with understanding.

Family, please keep in touch. Let me know things you remember about my mother. And if you’d like to connect on Facebook, also email me about that (as I know some have had trouble finding me on there).

Much love and many blessings to you in ALL ways,

sheila

A bit about me:

An Amazon bestselling author of two co-authored books: “Transform Your Life Book 2 Inspirational Stories and Expert Advice,” “Energy of Receiving”, plus author of “Blue Eyes: Ethereal Messages of Connection,” and holistic health book that details how I naturally reversed asthma, “Have Yourself a Wholly Vibrant Life: Reversing Asthma and Other Chronic Illness Naturally” all available on Amazon.

Be the best version of who you want to be.

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In service and support of our U.S. Veterans

Serving Veterans is grand!

Memorial Day weekend 2017… finds me so outrageously HAPPY!!!

I’ve been granted the best opportunity of my career thus far, to do what I know and am skilled/educated for–working in Information Technology (IT)–to be in service and support one of the best groups of human BEings I know, our U.S. Veterans! Yes, my years of education and experience will not be lost, but it will all contribute to a mission that I can whole-heartedly accept and honor–to ensure our veterans receive their accurate and proper benefits!

In support of our Veterans
Soul-aligned in support of our Veterans

Seeking soul-aligned work

Over the past three years, I became acutely aware that I was in a place that did not align with my spirit or soul. As I watched things happen at my job that were not to my liking, I knew that at a deeper level it was because I was working within a corporate arena that was “part of the problem” vs. “part of the solution.” Not only from my perspective and my indigenous friends, but also of the perspective of those who support the environment and the “green movement.”

I became disillusioned and apathetic. I could blame it on not having my work valued, or this or that person not communicating, not showing up, or not playing by the rules to work within my team, or any other number of nonsensical illusory issues. But at the end of the day, I knew it was because I had never aligned with that corporate mission. I really didn’t.

I had been in quite a quandary! I enjoyed my work and didn’t want to throw away years of education and experience (knowing that Creator God had helped and guided me to all of that over the years), but I knew that I didn’t want to be where I was. I wanted to help people, perhaps even help people heal themselves (as evidenced by this blog site)!

Doing my part

So, I joined several groups over the last three years, went to many MeetUp meetings, talked with lots of friends–old and new, and worked with several uplifting people, like Alaina Starhawk, Maria Carranza, Linda McCarthy, Dr. Alison J. Kay, Lama Nicholas Packard and more, who saw my struggles and encouraged me to allow more ease and grace into my life. They knew the right thing would open for me at the right time–even when I couldn’t wipe the gray clouds away from my eyes to see it.

Ta-da!

And then, the clouds parted! And in a BIG WAY!

On May 13th, I had went to Qigong class with Lama Nicholas at the park, taught a class, “Natural Ways to Relieve Nervous Tension & Anxiety” at Awakening Wellness Center, and then went to the Pachamama Alliance, “Awakening the Dreamer, Changing the Dream Symposium” at Sacred Lands.

Declaring the desire

At the end of the symposium, each participant was given the opportunity to give a 30 second public service announcement (PSA). After watching videos and listening to presenters for about 4 hours during that event, I not only KNEW that I would stand up and talk with those in attendance, but I also knew–with more clarity than ever–what my “problem” was, just not how to solve it. I knew I needed to ask for their help.

My PSA went something like,

My name is Sheila. I work for a major corporation as a Technical Writer. One of the company’s clients is one you would not support. I don’t want to be part of the problem anymore, but I want to be part of the solution. Now, that we’re awakening, where do we go (what portal or job board) to find a way to BE part of the solution? And if no one knows of one, let’s create it! Maybe, Green Jobs 4 You?

Can you help me?

I didn’t know it acutely at that moment, but I was open and ready to receive. I was in a state of resonance to receive.

And I did talk with a couple of people after the event, and I picked up a couple of words that helped me later as I researched to find two job portals similar to what I had been thinking about:

http://www.ecojobs.com

and

http://www.goinggreenjobs.com

But I digress.

An eternal resonance

Literally, while walking to the parking lot of Sacred Lands, my friend Beverly Banov Brown, and I were saying good-bye to one another, when she heard me say, “I am going to be out of that place (job) within 30 days.” Compelled, she declared, “Wait” — and asked me to stand squarely in front of her so she could tell me something. I don’t recall if she told me that she was going to pray for me, bless me, or what, but I felt a strong conviction in her statement. So, I turned to her and stood there.

What happened next, seemed much more than a prayer. Beverly’s words seem to stretch into the ether. I want to describe the words she spoke as a Sacred Contract, or Universal Command, or something eternal and powerful. I still don’t know what to label it (nor do I like labels anyway–ha!).

Beverly spoke the Sacred Words to me, calling forth my intention in faith and steadfast BELIEF that “within 30 days…” the change I had so desired would occur.

As earth-shaking as her words sounded to me though, oddly, I left and went on my way, tired from the very long day that I’d had. I was hungry and just wanted to get home and go eat with the hubby. Thus, I promptly forgot about that prayer — until days later, on the morning after I was offered a new position working in support of our veterans!

Actualizing

The new job definitely came in within the 30 days, as Beverly had declared. It had actualized in 10 DAYS. Of course, there was lots of paperwork for me to do, fingerprints, background, and drug screen, etc.

Start date: June 1st

So, here I sit. Outrageously happy and excited to announce that the prayer was answered! And that graciously, my heartfelt desire for meaningful and engaging work in ALIGNMENT with my soul to help people IS happening!

I am resonating with a profoundly grateful and thankful heart to Limitless OMNIPOTENCE Source OMNIPRESENCE Energy OMNISCIENCE Creator God!

A long chapter (full of efforting and lessons learned) closed Friday May 26th, 2017 (synchronistically, on my son’s 35th birthday!), allowing space for a blessed new chapter in the book of my life to begin–AMAZING!!

The new role “that came so effortlessly” to me will have me working from home (100% Remote) in humble service as a Business Analyst.

Pachamama

You bet that I will also continue to promote the Pachamama Alliance too, and continue to learn from the new friends I made at the symposium. Just click on any of the links within this blog article to learn more about each person I’ve named–as well as the Pachamama Alliance.

I would love it if you would take a few minutes to watch the following video about Awakening the Dreamer:

In soul-connected alignment

Finally, I’d like to tell you about one more sign of synchronicity to all of this that shows me I am on the right path for me, at this time. Not many would notice… but one of my first childhood friend’s is named, Beverly Brown. And my friend who carved this spiritual request into the ether of the Universe is named, Beverly Banov Brown! Don’t you just love that? I do!

In humility and service to all,

sheila

OM

A bit about me:

An Amazon bestselling author of two co-authored books: “Transform Your Life Book 2 Inspirational Stories and Expert Advice,” “Energy of Receiving”, plus author of “Blue Eyes: Ethereal Messages of Connection,” and holistic health book that details how I naturally reversed asthma, “Have Yourself a Wholly Vibrant Life: Reversing Asthma and Other Chronic Illness Naturally” all available on Amazon.

Be the best version of who you want to be.

Information provided is for educational purposes only and is not intended to treat, diagnose or prescribe.

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An Independent Soul on a Mission to Connect Heaven and Earth

Connecting Heaven and Earth

More and more each day, I am finding the truths embedded in the ancient Chinese wisdom that Lama Nicholas Packard shared with me recently. And that our health is directly attributed to our thoughts, beliefs, and actions.

Finding truths

If I want to be well and healthy, I must strike a balance between my true nature, which I can feel the soul-alignment of in my body when I need to make a choice about whatever is going on. Yes, I can justify and rationalize, or choose to push through obstacles, but in the end, it’s how I FEEL that must be my guide. Else, I will suffer. And I do not want to suffer.

At times, I’ve been startled and taken aback by my own reactivity to people’s actions (even those whom I admire / have admired) but also to whom, I FELT a negative reaction–so much so, that I had to break away. This has happened to me before, perhaps my whole life–but I didn’t fully understand until recently.

I am an independent person

I am such an independent person–who else would write a blog called, Take It Upon Yourself? I bet very few people. And it’s also few that I can work closely with for any long stretch of time. I yearn to feel the resonance of balance.

I am an independent soul on a mission to connect Heaven and Earth by building mutually joyful and healthy relationships. Said another way, I am here as a woman of independent nature, on a mission to connect and heal people. To do this, will require balance. If I can feel negative vibrations, then easily bring them into balance–okay. But if not, depending upon the strength of the negative vibrations, I will need to make a different choice. And I am able to do that happily with gratitude for all I have learned.

In Alignment

Assume for a moment that we’re birds of a feather. Both of us are interested in the same people, and read the same books, but if you believe in the concepts that we “can never get it wrong”, and “there is value in everything”, yet condescend or be critical of a small action (especially for something that goes against core beliefs of mine, such as of Transparency and Sharing), that is going to resonate with me as a distinct, NO. And I will move on and leave the group or partnership.

Examples of alignment

At this particular time, I work on a team with someone whom I agree and align with their knowledge and experience of nutrition, vitamins, and supplements. And while I have learned, and would love to learn more from this person, and I respect her to a point, she can’t seem to be responsible, show up to work, put in honest effort to the project, or contribute to the team. She’s just not a team player.

If I had my druthers and the autonomy to move the person to another team, I would–but I don’t. Unfortunately, if I have to work with this person, the ill feelings (that I allow the disharmony to bring), will make me sick. And I cannot give to others if I am sick. So, though it’s been three years, trust me, the end is near. (Eventually, I left, and a month later, that person was fired.)

I am a patient person, but when enough is enough–I’ll leave. It’s happened before with me, and it will happen again–until I connect with someone, or some team, where I can find and offer Balance.

Moving on

Suffering imbalance is one reason why people leave businesses, relationships, partnerships, and so on. We all must do what feels right, or suffer. I choose what feels right to me, what feels harmonious and loving. Because if I don’t, I’m fighting my true nature. And when we work with split energies, they can tear you apart.

In another example, let’s take the partnership that I accepted based on my ego of being needed and honored. One might think the partnership was a good thing, right? Yet, we mutually ended it–mostly because I allowed my ego to be offended.

Everyone has an ego, whether large or small. One with a large ego would be best served to learn how to communicate with their staff. If you’re a manager and can’t communicate properly, you should not be a manager. Period. A primary facet of Management IS communication.

Experientially learning all of this, I now realize that I will never be balanced, or feel successful in my mission to connect people, until I can find a team to work with who will allow me to bring out the best in them, for the good of the cause, and shine my eternal soul light.

Now, just what brought about all of this newfound enlightenment?

Meet Lama Nicholas Packard…

A few weeks ago, I had the profound JOY of receiving a one-on-one healing session with Lama Nicholas Packard–who has recently come to visit our conscious St Petersburg, Florida community after living in India and China for over 30 years!
I made the appointment with Lama Nicholas for holistic health career guidance, as well as some intermittent pain in the body.
I have been meditating daily since Oct. 2015, and observing my thoughts. I’ve been feeling that my current work is not in alignment with my soul’s purpose. One could also say that I’ve become disillusioned and apathetic.
I can no longer work for certain companies, and I’ve recently began expressing this fact to recruiters when they call me. I do not mince words. I do not align with companies who make, or even indirectly support companies who make products that injure people.
This stance puts me out of working for any company that creates man-made chemical products. If you are part of a company whose products harm people, do not call me. I have to draw the line in the sand.

I learned from Lama Nicholas that he believes Artificiality is killing us. And I agree. Obviously, there are natural things that can harm us also, but for us to go out of our way to develop things that harm–that’s insane.

Signs

Right from the beginning of our session, as we began talking, a little finch bird came near to me, hiding under the table next to me. Was it there to let me know it was safe to express what makes my heart sing?

Lama Nicholas first showed me my birth and life path based on a Chinese numerology system. My birthdate equals a 1, which makes me an independent type. And oh my, can I affirm this is true! Looking back over my life, I can see that as a sure pattern in me, as well as the fact that I write this blog. I don’t always need to be right, but I need to be heard!

Life path

I learned that my life path is a number 2. That means I seek Connection. And that building relationships, even so far as connecting Heaven to Earth, is my mission and purpose! Is it any wonder that I was given the message, “We Are All Connected” many years ago?

And yes, sometimes to build, one must know when to disconnect. Pruning a bush allows for more growth. So again, I am to seek balance in this quest as I move forward.

More signs

A beautifully tall, white egret walked up to us; it actually seemed to look me in the eye for a moment! The egret brought me comfort in this new experience and reminded me that I was still grounded to nature–though we were in the city, we were only a couple of blocks from the Gulf of Mexico. I also took this to mean that my meeting with Lama Nicholas would open me to even deeper knowledge of myself.

The challenge

Do you sense the dichotomy though? A strong willed independent woman, who must connect with others to build relationships and usher Heaven to Earth? Wow!!!! I will need help!
The funny thing is, I’ve never been good at asking for help!
Only since my daughter gave birth to my granddaughter, have I learned along with her–to verbally ask for “a little help, please“–as it’s just not something that seems natural to me to do!
As for the Chinese animal that my birth year aligns to, I am on the cusp of the pig, and the tiger. The negative side of the pig means that I would feel a lot of fear (which I don’t), and the tiger signifies frustration. Bingo! I am very frustrated currently. Unfortunately, 30, 40, or 50 years of frustration can lead to Cancer!
Yet, the positive side of the tiger is that I am unstoppable! Yay!

A healer

Lama Nicholas told me that I also have a master number of 11, which means I am a healer. In addition:
  • I am called to a BIG mission
  • I can use the tigers’ determination + my independent spirit to bridge communities (spiritual communities perhaps?)
  • I will joyously work to connect Heaven to Earth
  • To facilitate teamwork by cooperation and balance, not to “win” as an entrepreneur
As to why I feel so much frustration at work: I need structure and am committed to working in a dynamic team–and one person on our team is arrogantly independent and adamantly refuses to work on our team, or even show up to work during core hours!
I now realize that I seek to assist others in their own healing journey as my life’s mission. And that using my hands to write, and heal others, will be key to my purpose.

The healing

After Lama Nicholas and I finished our conversation about life mission and purpose, we moved to two chairs facing each other for the physical healing part of the session to occur. I will add here though, that I really think the healing work began in and through me days before our actual meeting.
Since I had complained of an errant pain on the left side of my body, Lama Nicholas picked up and held my left leg and foot and pressed (not pinched or squeezed) but pressed with his fingers on the side of the fourth toe. I writhed in my chair with every muscle in my body tensing! It was very painful for a few seconds, but it eased quickly. I felt lightheaded and began to breathe deeply. Lama Nicholas gave me a cup of water and talked about what had happened so my mind could grasp it.
The toes are end points of meridians. And the fourth toe is the end point of the gallbladder meridian. Now, I didn’t know that I was having any gallbladder issues, but Lama did!! Note: my grandfather died of gallbladder cancer.
Next, we moved to the little toe! It hurt too, but not as bad, though my face was wincing and I was still tensing as if struggling to get away. The little toe is the end of the kidney meridian. I feel that I don’t have to explain to you what the meridians are. If you don’t know, you can Google that.
Looking back on the experience, I was surprised that I didn’t cry, cuss, scream, or such. Just tensed up and had a strong desire to pull away. To me, this also seems indicative of how I’ve reacted to other painful events in my past. A sort of quiet inward suffering, though usually with tears. I have never been a fighter or aggressive type.

Qi

One of the biggest things Lama Nicholas taught me how to do was how to bring in and cultivate Qi in the body.
Lama showed me the proper way to hold my hands together over my belly button (Dantian) while breathing deeply through the nose–holding my inhale to a count of 3 or 5 with my belly pushing outward and into my hands. Then, exhaling and pulling my belly button in towards my spine as far as I could manage and holding the exhalation to a count of 3 or 5.
Lama told me to visualize the in breath, as if it were coming into my belly, and the exhale coming out of my hands! Eventually, I made a big circle with my hands to push the Qi down on the exhale. Just this lesson alone was amazing!
Lama worked on my left arm and showed me how working the lung meridian made my tears flow–I had no idea why I began crying as he pressed points on my arm on one side, then conversely I laughed as he pressed the heart meridian points on the other side of the arm!
Feeling fantastic after the experience is an understatement. I kept saying, “Wow, Wow, Wow” after we completed the session. Amazing!

Resonance

Though I am primarily an analytical thinker, you might like to know how I feel about this healing experience from my heart (or emotional intelligence).
Intuitively, I fully resonated with the information that came from Lama Nicholas and the numerology of why I was born into this lifetime, and why–up to this point–life has seemed to be a struggle.

Energy

Energetically, I felt motivated and driven to succeed in the living of my unique purpose to build new relationships, and strengthen the relationships with those already in my life. To move from the sidelines and out onto the playing field of life, to use a sports analogy.

Insights

New insights have come, such as the knowing that writing does fulfill my purpose, but so does art, working with clay, applying essential oils to people’s hands and feet, and so forth.

Words of my mother

My mother always called me her “miracle baby” because I was the only one that lived out of six pregnancies. I believe her now because through me, all of my mom’s six babies are on the planet. Had any of my choices, or those of my daughter been any different that might not have been so. Gratefully, all things work in harmony and order in this Universe. I see that now.

Takeaways

This healing experience affected me mentally, by charging me up and giving me a zest for life, spiritually, by connecting me to the Divine and knowing Qi connects us all, and physically, by moving stagnant energies in my body and propelling me to learn more about Qigong, perhaps even one day teach, Qigong/Tai Chi!
I now know my purpose is to connect people and bring or connect heaven to earth. I chose a big mission, before my birth, for this lifetime and with tiger’s determination, I know I can do it.
I know that I was not born to be an entrepreneur, because of my #2 life path, which means I seek balance. I need a partner who is a #2. I know how to make money, be an excellent partner, and develop enthusiastic teams, so I am ready!
My morning and nighttime routines now include Qigong. I have been doing the deep breathing before sleep each night, just as Lama suggested. I am experiencing a dramatic shift in my thinking each day and noticing that habits are changing.
Intuitively, I took a picture of myself before the healing session, and I just took one this morning. I look much happier!
 Sheila Before and After One-on-One Healing.jpg

Life changed

I know my life has dramatically been altered by meeting Lama Nicholas. I feel more energy, look and feel happier, and I am emphatically motivated to move into my life’s purpose without fear or hesitancy. And as before, I will be as water, always seeking balance–but now I understand why.
Another output from my healing session with Lama Nicholas was that I signed up to become certified at reflexology, something that a friend had suggested I try (years ago), but only now makes perfect sense to do!
Stay tuned for my next article about Qigong. You see, after taking my first two Qigong/Tai Chi classes with Grand Master Lama Nicholas, I signed up for more and believe that Qigong will become a daily practice for the rest of my life.
Be the person your Soul knows you are.
Blessings to you in ALL ways,
OM

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A bit about me, your Spiral Sister

Fractal of Omniscience. “Spiral Sister”Observer & Perceiver of Energy & Wisdom from Nature. Empath|Author|Connector|Speaker|Singer. ❤️🦋🌀〰️🔥🙏☯️ I would love to speak at your bookstore, crystal shop, acupuncture / chiropractor office, natural health foods store, art fair, music or yoga festival. I support healthy lifestyle businesses. 

An Amazon bestselling author of two co-authored books: “Transform Your Life Book 2 Inspirational Stories and Expert Advice,” “Energy of Receiving”, plus author of “Blue Eyes: Ethereal Messages of Connection,” and holistic health book that details how I naturally reversed asthma, “Have Yourself a Wholly Vibrant Life: Reversing Asthma and Other Chronic Illness Naturally” all available on Amazon.

Be the best version of who you want to be. It matters because… We Are All Connected.

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That little blue dot…

A metaphysical story

Once upon a time, my mother carried six little babies inside of her, not at the same time, of course–but at different times in her life. I was one of them. And in my mother’s former words, her “miracle baby.”

For years, I have been on a quest to reconnect, or somehow meet, my five “lost” siblings. Siblings who were never born, never incarnated on this earth. And I have felt lonely being the only one to have been born to my earthly loving parents.

However, I am no longer lonely.

Meeting Christina

I met one of my sisters, and would you believe, she is a little blue dot. At least, that’s the part of herself she showed me.

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You see, for my birthday a couple of years ago I decided to be hypnotized. Not just with anyone though. I had never been hypnotized before and wasn’t sure about it. Thankfully, my mind was put at ease when I met a very special hypnotherapist at an intuitive event in St. Petersburg, Florida in 2014.

I had been drawn to meet Patricia McGivern, when I saw her sitting behind a table of beautiful blue covered books called, Angel Babies. The title and cover of the book, along with Patricia’s brilliant and deep blue eyes, told me that we shared an inexplicable connection.

While talking that day, I shared with Patricia a bit of my mother’s story of five miscarriages and that I had always been searching for my lost siblings–feeling somehow, I suppose, that they were born to other parents. Also, I was interested to know why some babies are not born (or incarnated). Though I wanted the book, I actually did not buy it that day–as I still had about a dozen or so books at home in progress and knew I shouldn’t “buy another book.”

But, the Universe (or someone) had a different plan.

Divine Timing

Eventually, not only did I buy one, but I bought two copies of Angel Babies, when my only daughter experienced a miscarriage. More on that in a moment.

Even before I read, Angel Babies, I had went to Patricia to be hypnotized into a so-called, Past Life Regression. And while I don’t know how much of our session was about any past lives, I can tell you–someone came through. Can you believe that? Yes! One of my unborn sisters came through! She was the only one my mother had named, and her name was / is Christina.

Christina

Christina came through to me in my session as a little blue dot. It sounds kind of funny to state it that way, and see that written on the page now. It seems so small. So tiny! But, Christina was / is not only just any little blue dot, but a beautiful spirit, pulsing right on time, and in perfect resonance.

Christina was / is a light frequency, appearing as an indigo blue dot, with a curtain of black opening just slightly enough to allow a shimmer of gold light at the bottom to reveal her! And she’s much more than that…

You can’t see where all of the path lines intersect, but they do!

You don’t know when the intersections are going to occur, but they will!

Christina showed me several spiritual mysteries, and they will unfold at just the right time, as I’m still being given the words.

The more I learn, the more I want to know! And the point of creation all begins with a dot–according to Lama Nicholas Packard, and I intuitively agree. (smile)

Amazing, as it is, I am only just now–more than two years later–having the courage to write THIS!

Yet, for some reason now, I believe it is the best time to write about this, at least this portion of my experience of Christina.

At a Distance

You see, when my daughter miscarried I couldn’t help her. We live far apart and I had never had a miscarriage, and though my mother had–and I believe could have been a great help and solace to gently ease my daughter’s pain and loss–my mother is in the later stages of Alzheimer’s, barely able to speak. [UPDATE: My mother is now with all of her babies, as she passed away on June 8th, 2017.] So, my heart ached about how I couldn’t seem to console my beautiful daughter. I didn’t have the words! But I knew someone who had the words–Patricia!

So, I asked my daughter (who typically doesn’t get into reading a lot of books), if she might be up to reading, Angel Babies. And I was delighted when she easily agreed.

I bought two copies, and we read them chapter by chapter, individually and slowly–via distance. Reading independently, we’d talk or email every so often about any specific parts that jumped out at us, or passages that meant something special to us. We read the book over a span of weeks, with my daughter finishing the book before me. (smile)

Unexpected Gifts

Soon, I visited my daughter and saged her home (that’s another story though, as I didn’t even know HOW!), and within a few more weeks she became pregnant again. My daughter, we would soon discover, was pregnant with twin girls!

So it was to be that Jaclyn Moon and Jewel Marie were born Super Bowl Sunday of 2017 in New England, USA.

Through a twist of fate–because I had not planned to be there–indeed I was able to make the trip north. And even better, though this also had not been the plan–as I had gone primarily to stay with my five year old soul-connected golden granddaughter, Jennifer Ann–I stayed at the hospital with my daughter and beloved new granddaughters for five days (the first night at the house with Jennifer, and the rest in the hospital room with my daughter and twins)!

Yay!!! I was so happy to care for Jennifer during the daytimes, but then at night, I was there helping with changing Jaclyn and Jewel’s diapers, helping during their feeding times, burp, hold, talk and sing to them gently, and just all around love on them, as the snow fell outside. Oh, I remember it like it was yesterday, holding each granddaughter and swaying, while watching the snow fall against the moonlight and street lights outside the hospital window.

When my son-in-law would bring Jennifer to the hospital during the day (as she was lucky enough to have a couple of snow days off from school) we’d stay busy playing games and making videos, while the twins and my daughter were sleeping. I will always cherish watching Jennifer playing with my phone, taking pictures and videos and more. Plus, after my son-in-law would take Jennifer home at night, my daughter and I had some deep and rich, oh, so meaningful conversations.

I am still ever so amazed and in awe at how all of the intricate details just seemed to easily, and magically fall into place.

For our family to be blessed with twins, and for me to be there to witness the love between my daughter and her girls, and of course, my son-in-law–who’s the best dad ever, by the way!

And to think, my sister Christina, Patricia McGivern and the Angel Babies book, all played starring roles in this rich journey! How blessed we all are. And how infinitely connected.

We Are All Connected. (Even when we cannot see the intersecting lines.)

OM.

UPDATE: My mother passed / crossed over on June 8th, 2017. About a week after mom passed, I went for an acupuncture treatment and when I laid down on the treatment table, closed my eyes and relaxed, instantly my field of vision was flooded with the indigo blue color!

I began sobbing with a strong knowing that mama was letting me know she was with all of her babies in the Grand Beyond! I immediately understood then, what it means when people say, “She’s in a better place.”

UPDATE: My papa crossed over / had his “Celebration Day” to the Grand Beyond, March 8th, 2019! 21 months to the DAY of when my mama crossed over! (Read about the vision he gave me hours after his transition: here.)

Be the person your Soul knows you are!

Blessings in ALL ways,

Namaste. OM

Talk to me about the deep things

Rollin’ in the deep

I always want to be here for you, as you have been here for me. To talk about the deep things. The things that really matter.

Talk about what matters
Talk about what matters

I know and understand that you and I might not be able to talk about these things in person. And that’s okay. You PM me on Facebook, or comment on my posts, and then we have email, Skype, or Google Hangout conversations. And every conversation, every one of you, matter to me. You inspire me to share deep thoughts via my Facebook posts and this blog, even though, I’v never personally met some of you.

I now have friends in Australia and England that I might never had had were it not for this blog. I am humbled and grateful. Not one of you has ever taken advantage of my time. For everything always happens in Divine time.

Some of you have reached out to me when you were going through  your “dark night of the soul”, perhaps because something in one of my blog posts resonated with you deeply. And I am forever changed, for the better, for our conversing on these important matters.

But it is not about me. It’s much larger than that. It’s about each of us knowing we can find someone to connect with on this beautiful planet of ours, even when we do not feel close enough to reach out to anyone.

In the dark

You have raised odd concerns and fears to me. I’ve held them close to my heart. I’ve pondered and responded only when I felt I had something I could offer. Mostly, it’s been that I care and that I’ll listen. (Well, “read” I guess is the better way of stating it.)

I feel my soul purpose in life is to listen and talk with others only about the deep things. Does that make sense?

I’ve never been a “small talk” kind of person. I like to dig deeper. I love to help connect people and assist them to heal wounds. I only hurt when others who’ve been in my circle do not (for whatever reason) find that they can talk with me. I am here. I’m available. And I am working on a way where we can all work together as we awaken.

An accountability partner

I can coach you, or simply point you to a healthier path. I can assist you to integrate all we’ve learned together. We can practice emotional freedom technique (EFT) together to ease body and mind. We can share and enjoy videos or songs together.

When you need someone to remind you to be as water, I am here. If you need God, you only need acknowledge your closeness to the Divine is as near to you as your next breath. You are never alone.

My current holistic reading / study list:

The Reconnection by Dr. Eric Pearl (finished my first read, and reading it a second time)

The Tao Te Ching

Inner Engineering by yogi and visionary, Sadhguru

The writings of Dr. Albert Schweitzer

The writings of Mahatma Ghandi

The writings of Masaru Emoto

The quotes of Mother Theresa

My current holistic movie watching list:

Yoga Unveiled – Evolution and Essence of a Spiritual Tradition

Raga Unveiled – India’s Voice

Spiritual Circle Cinema (monthly subscriber since 2009)

In closing

I blog with no thought of gain. My motivation and intention in writing from my heart and soul is to leave a legacy to our beautifully soul-connected granddaughter Jennifer, and two incoming twin granddaughters. And I suppose, it is also my community service and blessing to you all.

Ye who have ears, let them hear.

Blessings to you in ALL ways.

Amen.

Namaste.

OM

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A bit about me:

An Amazon bestselling author of two co-authored books: “Transform Your Life Book 2 Inspirational Stories and Expert Advice,” “Energy of Receiving”, plus author of “Blue Eyes: Ethereal Messages of Connection,” and holistic health book that details how I naturally reversed asthma, “Have Yourself a Wholly Vibrant Life: Reversing Asthma and Other Chronic Illness Naturally” all available on Amazon.

Be the best version of who you want to be.

Information provided is for educational purposes only and is not intended to treat, diagnose or prescribe.

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Why all the different religions?

Why the different religions?

Because people cannot agree. And because once a mind believes something, it’s difficult to change it. This is why it is easier to train a child than help a broken adult.

Why all the different religions?
Why all the different religions?

What I believe

I believe in Jesus, and the Christ consciousness that is crying out from within each of us to be Connected with God, however I no longer identify with the Christian label because it seems to align with a belief that Jesus is the ONLY son of God. Yes, I have an issue with the word “only.” I see that as an error in translation.
I follow Jesus’ teachings of:
  • Not judging. He who is without sin, cast the first stone. This also pairs nicely with my knowing that “everything has value.”
  • Forgiving. Father, forgive them. They know not what they do. We can learn just as much from those who hurt us, as we can from those who treat us well, though obviously, we all want to be treated kindly, be accepted, be loved.
  • Loving. Love thy neighbor as thyself. And… love thy enemies, which includes loving all mankind. And if you have an issue with this, read again the parable about the Good Samaritan which makes it clear that “love your neighbor” means to love all persons, everywhere – not just our friends, allies, people of our country or ancestry, etc.
  • We are to live life and have it more abundantly. This is not talking about greed, this is talking about being able to enjoy all of Earth’s abundance. We do not rob, we do not destroy so that the Earth does not provide to the next generations. We seed. We plow. We reap what we sow. We enjoy. We do not need to deprive ourselves. We should learn about other cultures and enjoy the art, music, culture, and all they have to share with us. There is nothing to fear.
  • Before Jesus ascended to glory, He said we would go on to do even greater miracles than He performed. We need to understand and use the POWER we’ve been given. We need to learn who we are and use our power for good.
Above all, I believe in the Omniscience, Omnipresent, and Omnipotent God.

God’s name

We may call God, The Presence, Source, Light, Energy, or The Creator of the Universe.

It’s humans who always feel they must label and name everything. God simply IS.
There exists an Eternal Presence that pulses and resonates through all. And it is Energy. Limitless, Ever-Living, and Filling-All-Space (which is really explains how God IS truly Omnipotent, Omniscient and Omnipresent). The Presence also works for me as a name.
God lives in each of us already, most just deny it.
Jesus was a representation of God living in us or He was expressing God fully. Expressing the truth of God in us!
God can shape-shift, choosing to be Jesus, any avatar, or merely a point of light!

“There are many names for the source of knowledge—the Absolute, the Cosmic, God, the Divine Spirit, the Transcendent —yet the concept is one; it is the Universal Manifestation, the Spiritual Essence, that pervades all things. And, it is this entity, this Universal Oneness, that the mystic seeks to know.” 

-Rosicrucian Manuscript

Labels

I do not associate or align with LABELS of any kind, including but not limited to:
  • Christian. For the aforementioned reasons.
  • Paganism. I do not associate with symbols.
  • Mormon. Because the original Latter Day Saints church never called themselves that, only the Salt Lake City LDS members were known as Mormons. I have read the Book of Mormon cover to cover and believe it to be the Holy scripture of Jesus Christ’s visit to America. Some call it the Native American Bible.
  • Vegan. Because I consume honey, some dairy, and fish (to align more with my native American ancestors and my blood type).

Sacred texts

I have read other Christian materials like the Dead Sea Scrolls, Nag Hamadi, and the Urantia book, so who was ever to say one book was divinely inspired while another not??? What egos!!

I’ve heard that modern society has lost touch with rituals, however, perhaps this is because the word “ritual” is built into “spiritual” and just by way of Be-ing, that is all the ritual we need? When a person is spiritual, they know spirit is always with them, in fact, that spirit is IN them! There is no need to DO anything in order to know spirit is IN you. So, we’ve let go of religious rituals because we don’t need them. Isn’t that a freeing thought?!?
I do study. As I have a thirst for knowledge. And as the Bible declares, we are to study to show thyself approved. I believe we are here to learn and accumulate knowledge and experience. As we transition, our soul takes this knowledge forward in some way.

Teachings

I do appreciate and enjoy what each of the various religions have taught me over the years:
The Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, now the Community of Christ (Mormon) church taught me:
  • God is living and ever present
  • Present day revelation
  • Healing via Laying on of hands
The Methodist church that my paternal grandfather and grandmother were members of, showed wonderful acceptance and honor of others beliefs. In particular, my grandfather read my mom’s Book of Mormon and had many deep discussions with her about it! He was very interested in it, saying it offered great wisdom and comfort! He never understood why others would put mom down for believing in it, much less persecute her for it! My aunt Gela also had conversations with my mom about it over the years and my aunt was a devout practicing Methodist!
So, I was taught tolerance of other religions from an early age, even though my church taught that it was “the one true church” and I found out by attending others that each thought they were the only true church.
Baptist churches taught me boldness and encouraged me to study my Bible to “show thyself approved.” They also taught me humility–by going to the alter on more than one occasion! As well, they caused me to question my faith because they said the Mormon faith followed a different Jesus! I remember how confusing that was as everything I had learned about Jesus in my church was the same as they were preaching!!
Pentacostal churches taught me music in church can be fun and fantastic and that dancing for the Lord is glorious and healthful! My daughter and I were even “praise dancers” for a year while attending one of these churches years ago. My second husband and I were baptized in the ocean by a Bible believing non-denominational pastor whom also counseled us before marrying us. Though our marriage ended I learned so many things from it that I cannot think of it as a complete failure.
Also, that specific pastor taught me:
1) he asked the congregation to raise their hands if we thought he should drive a Lexus
2) they put multiple christmas trees on the stage
3) he said if we truly “got” what he was preaching we wouldn’t need him anymore, because God could speak to us and we could choose to listen and follow God on our own!
As soon as I understood what that pastor was saying, I left the church! (My ex-husband quit after the Lexus question.)
One of my co-dancers told me to look at algebra like a puzzle (because I had asked for guidance about math classes in college that I was struggling with). This later all became very important to my career!
Jehovah’s Witnesses taught me how they control people (a friend of mine relayed his very personal story to me years ago) and how they taught that Christmas is a pagan holiday.

Truths

The Church of Christ says the Mormon church is a fraud, yet another friend I met years later (who was Church of Christ) said her particular church didn’t teach that. She invited me to attend her church–I always felt she had a hidden agenda to convert me!
So, no, I do not believe in ONE church, one religion, or one way. To me, those very beliefs are at the root of many of today’s societal problems.
I’ll take the “live and let live” approach over all of that divisiveness.
Remember who the father of confusion is. A house divided against itself cannot stand.
If I go to any place of worship, it will be where our Creator is celebrated as being ALIVE, and speaking TODAY, and where UNITY is being observed. But, I will not succumb to any one MAN’s teaching, as my ultimate teacher is our Limitless Creator Source God Divine Infinite Intelligence.
Any religion that uses the active vibration of human beings and teaches a practice of movement (dance, waving of the arms, etc.), and breath (such as the yoga breathing called Pranayama, or chanting and singing to open and move breath through the body) are wonderful ways to heal yourself and reach towards the Divine.
What’s wrong with “new age”, or “new thought” stuff really? What are we afraid of?
God is bigger than anything, certainly larger than anything we humans can devise! In actuality, I believe in a LIMITLESS, Source Energy Creator!
We humans are always seeking to think of God in our terms, that God has a gender or certain bodily appearance, and that God sees us the way we see ourselves. But the truth could be vastly different! How grouchy of us to imagine how God thinks! Or even that God thinks at all!
Perhaps God only KNOWS.
So, yes, I can enjoy, yes, “IN JOY” all the fruits of EVERY religion! Why? Because I believe God does!
All the people AFRAID of never pleasing God, they can let that GO.
The Limitless, Ever-Living, Omnipresent, Omniscient, Omnipresence that exists is not sitting on a golden throne somewhere waiting to smack you upside the head!

Fear

And as for FEAR, as Jaime Foxx once said in an interview, “There is nothing on the other side of fear.”
I love the word “representation” oh yes! I read the book years ago also, and loved it. I feel a lot of people who judge the Shack book and movie, do so because they can’t see an Omnipotent, Omnipresent, Omniscient Creator God as appearing to anyone as a woman. I guess they forgot about that burning bush Moses saw.
I’ve heard it said that the Catholics only resisted Hitler marginally.
What can today’s religious people do to help preserve the universal freedom of religion?
Are Christians able to live their values under stress / temptation? Perhaps this is now their time of trial?
Admittedly, I align / identify more with Christians than Muslims, but I love the Zoroastrian, Sikh, Hindu, and Buddhist religions / traditions and I do not count them out or less than because they believe some things differently than I–after all, I still contain my previous conditioning.

Where’s the love?

And what about all of the Peace and Love tribe? Where is all that peace and love when a president is elected of whom you do not approve?
How do you practice the first commandment? Love the Lord thy God with all your heart, mind, etc.

I embrace Buddhism because I do not believe in evil. I have a knowing that what Christians deem as evil, is when we, each one of us, get in the way and block the light of God which wants to shine through us! We cast a shadow much larger than ourselves when we can’t get out of the way! Jesus knew this and called evil the “darkness” that blocks out God’s harmonic life-giving light.

I embrace the teachings of personal responsibility in Zoroastrianism–as they say to, think good thoughts, speak good words, and do good actions. And perhaps Ahura Mazda is not Omnipotent, but how do we know?

Spirituality, I believe, helps us get out of the way, so that our LIMITLESS God can can light the darkness and allow Divine Love to fill every heart.

References / Further reading:

Blessings to you in ALL ways.
Amen. Namaste. OM
❤️🦋🌀

A bit about me:

An Amazon bestselling author of two co-authored books: “Transform Your Life Book 2 Inspirational Stories and Expert Advice,” “Energy of Receiving”, plus author of “Blue Eyes: Ethereal Messages of Connection,” and holistic health book that details how I naturally reversed asthma, “Have Yourself a Wholly Vibrant Life: Reversing Asthma and Other Chronic Illness Naturally” all available on Amazon.

Be the best version of who you want to be.

Information provided is for educational purposes only and is not intended to treat, diagnose or prescribe.

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An enchanting soul retreat in Sedona Arizona: Journey Into Self

Soul retreat in Sedona, Arizona

At least once in your life, take a vacation to nourish and soothe your soul! That’s what I did, and what this blog post is about… that which I will forever call my “soul retreat.”

When I first got the email from Alania Starhawk that she and Patricia McGivern were planning a “Journey Into Self” retreat in Sedona Arizona, I didn’t know if I could get the time off work, find the extra money to pay for it, or even, what my husband would say (as I’ve never taken a vacation “just for me” before)… But above all else, I KNEW that my SOUL wanted to go!!!

How did I know?

History

I had been to Sedona only for a few hours, 26 years ago with a few girls from my Speech class in college. We had been in Prescott Arizona, not far from Sedona, to put on a play at another campus of my university.

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Having had some free time one day all those years ago, a couple of us girls decided to drive our rental car from Prescott to Jerome and Sedona.

On that drive, we had stopped at a little old roadside bookstore where I met an precious elder Native American Indian man. I fell in love with the Indian history he began telling me about, and all the books in that store. But because I was with other girls, and we were short on time, I politely told him I’d have to go. However, then I said three little words that have haunted me for years. I told him, “I’ll be back.”

While I never forgot those words, considering them as important as a promise, life got in the way, family vacations, reunions, and work trips, so for many years Sedona had to stay on the back burner. Although, Sedona was always calling me.

Invitation

So, the particular morning I received Alania’s email invitation, I wanted to leap to my feet! My soul resonated with such vibrancy at the very thought that I could travel back to the enchanting land of Sedona… my intentions roared and I knew I had to go–no matter what!

Logistically, it would mean that I would have to get on a plane, perhaps two, because it’s quite a distance from where I live to get to Sedona and the airfare was not included in the retreat fee. And then, there would be all the explaining I would need to do, as no one in my family had ever even heard me talk about taking a vacation on my own. Plus, I’d have to take time off from work, and the date the trip began on was an important calendar date for my family also!

Normally on this particular date, I’d be in New Hampshire visiting my beautiful daughter and wonderful granddaughter for my granddaughter’s birthday. But in a flash I realized that blessedly this year my daughter’s father and his wife were going to visit our girls in New Hampshire. So, MY schedule was FREE! Wow!!! What perfect alignment! I began to become aware that destiny was calling…

And so it was. I kept my promise. I went back to Sedona. Boy, did I go back!!

The drive

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Even the drive from Phoenix to Sedona had it share of sights! I was curious about the cacti (plural for cactus) that we were seeing along the highway. I was told that many of these cacti were over one hundred years of age! Because it takes at least one hundred years for one to produce an “arm.” Though I was riding in a car with several other ladies, I managed to grab a few pictures of these intriguing plants.

I must say that I had the opportunity to buy a new camera before going on this trip, but I chose not to because I didn’t want “taking photos” to get in the way of my experiences in Sedona. Lesson learned! I took pictures anyway and they would have been so much better had I bought the iPhone 7 Plus that I’d wanted. Oh well! At least I wasn’t worried at all about dropping my old iPhone down a crevasse!

Hiking

For five days, I hiked, breathed in the amazing cool dry air of Sedona, touched many rocks along a variety of hiking paths, hung out with like-minded ladies for spectacular sunsets, dined in exceptional restaurants, and immersed my soul in a deep and expansive process! My heart seemed to grow larger and open more to the world with each passing day! My “sisters” for the retreat seemed to teach me something every day! While my feet were totally grounded, my head and heart would fly along with the puffiest of clouds in the sky… dancing in the heightened energies I was feeling and “knowing.”

Our journey took us to many of the major energy vortices ~ including Airport Mesa, Boynton Canyon, Buddha Beach, Cathedral Rock, and Dry Creek Canyon. Sedona impressed us all! I hiked up five mountains in five days and the energy was running high to be sure! I only left thinking of perhaps two things I had not done while in Sedona, but I had been part of so much, and had written much more in my journal, and talked with so many of the gals in our group–yes, even on deep subjects–that in no way was I feeling disappointed.

Airport Mesa

The dirt was so red here at Airport Mesa–it took my breath away! I couldn’t quit looking at it, even as I climbed. And this was my first climb, just hours after getting off the plane in Phoenix Arizona!

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Our group spread out and some of us sang, played shakers, rattles, and drums. Many of us went our own way for awhile, then regathered up the mountain a little way, for Divine Blessing, and more singing, etc.

The view with the rain in the distance was exhilarating! Sedona even gifted us with our own Sacred Sedona Sisters rainbow!

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Sunset seemed to be the very best time that we could have climbed and sat in the glory of Airport Mesa! I would come to learn that every time I took my eyes of the red rocks even for a moment, as the sun would deepen in the sky, the colors of the rocks would mystically change, blazing ever so many new hues and shades!

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Note the red orbs in the picture of the sunset that I happened to grab. Ancestors, ancestors, we are calling! Come, come, come.

The artist in me was perplexed in trying to capture just a small portion of this bewitching magnificence with my mere old silly iPhone! Haha!

As is usual for me, my thoughts turn to our Divine Source… and I thought, this must be akin to what God thinks of us… we’re each so immense and powerful, yet we can only see such a fraction of our extraordinary essence! Ohh, we are but fractals of the light of the Divine–yes?

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During one of my moments of just “be-ing” I looked down and noticed this small plant growing inexplicably, on its own, in between rocks! I thought, “life always finds a way” and truly, life does! When at times we wonder where a plant like this little guy would get its nourishment from, ah, there it is anyway, just being it, doing it, amazing us. Isn’t it fascinating? How that happens I mean?

This little plant has no seemingly apparent means of life support, yet, here it is anyway! Brilliant! And we get to live on a planet like this! So nurturing, even in the subtle ways when we cannot or choose not to see all the invisible means of support that it gives to us all! Ahh!

Also, as a writer, I see that the word “plant” is contained within the word “planet”… hehe, my mind is dazzled by the way our English words are put together!

Boynton Canyon

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This was the site where I climbed the highest. However, once I got almost to the top, I suddenly realized, whoa there Betsy! What the heck did I think I was doing?!? Uncannily (and Blessed Be) I made it to the top and was totally energized!!

I met several people on my hike also. One man in particular told me to repeat the words to myself, “feet like glue” and that actually did help me, especially on my way back down!

Another gentlemen told me exactly where to walk near the twisted Energy tree, and point my dowsing rods near it for a fascinating experience.

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I could see the energy whirl one of my dowsing rods a full 360 degrees spin! Over and over again! It was mesmerizing!!

The tree is turned and twisted, supposedly, due to the amount of energy it receives.

I was having so much fun up here! I was certainly “in the moment” experiencing Energy as never before! At one point I remember noticing that I hadn’t had any vertigo during this climb, and I must say that I was shocked to realize that! As I had climbed Airport Mesa the day before, I had gotten near the top and suddenly realized there would be nothing stopping me if I fell, so I sat down and just “enjoyed”–and that’s when I had taken a lot of pictures, sang, and shook the rattle.

It seems to me that when I am caught up in a moment of JOY that I do not even consider any of my so-called “limitations.” Is that true for everyone? If so, then, I say, let’s stay caught up in our joyful moments, yes?

Know this: Joy is our natural state of be-ing.

We’re so drawn to be in JOY!

Joy is why we love hanging out with our children! They show us that in nearly every moment–well, after their immediate needs are taken care of, like food, liquid, warmth, and so on.

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Here’s another picture (from my friend Carolyn) of what I guess is the “secret” rock atop Boynton Canyon. It so mesmerized me because of the way it just sort of hung there!

Speaking of being mesmerized, every where you look while hiking the Sedona red rock trails, you can find a way to be in awe of nature! From the way the light dances on the rocks, to where and how the plants grow, to the variety of foliage, and how the air is just filled with a certain sense of peace!

Even when it drizzled the rain there, I noticed the air still felt dry. An odd dichotomy!

Zen Den space

Our little group of fifteen soul sisters went to this place, sort of a little community meeting space primarily made up of one large room, where groups could rent it and meet for yoga, meditation, or the like. We had two sessions here during our five day retreat. Here is a link to Zen Den.

Here, we had time for meditation, conversation, and a guided regression session. While technically speaking, our guided “regression” session is called a past life regression, some may choose to see it as exactly that (if they believe in reincarnation), while others may choose to see it as a reconnection with one’s soul, DNA, ancestral visitation, or in many other ways.

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Since, as you know by now about me, if you’ve been reading my posts, I do not limit the Divine (God, Universal intelligence, life force, Energy, All that Is) at all, so I get into, or love to play with and in, anything that brings me into conscious unity with God. We are to live life fully and abundantly and this is just one of the myriad of ways of living that I find appealing and resonating with my spirit and soul.

We had two regressions with Patricia here, inside, and though I will write in another post about my experiences during the sessions, I will tell you, and show you, what I saw when I stepped outside of the Zen house… it knocked my socks off! Hello wizard Merlin!

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Just in case you couldn’t see him, here’s a zoom of a close-up!

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And the following is a drawing (by my husband) of a wizard that I thought was appropriate.

wizard drawing by Richard

At lunch, one of my Sedona siStars checked her phone and something quickly flashed (probably an ad), which showed an image of a man dressed as Merlin, or had the name Merlin on it, and before I could ask her to stop (because I hadn’t been snooping, but had only noticed the image for a moment), she had flipped to the next thing. I did ask, and explained how the image caught my eye, but when she tried to go back and see whatever I’d seen, it was gone. Poof!

After I had returned to the hotel that evening and for some days after leaving Sedona, I searched online until I found the man, and it was Terence McKenna:
https://youtu.be/tTpVGrc7knU

Zen

This was the tranquil Zen garden labyrinth (I am in the middle) where some of us chose to get our walking meditation in… ahhh!

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Amitabha Stupa and Peace Park

Look at the  top of the smaller of the two Stupas. Oh, it looked just like an angel on top of a Christmas tree!

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It was certainly true for me that once I stepped foot on the land at Amitabha Stupa and Peace Park, my mind quieted down quickly, and a holy reverence lit upon me, much as it had years ago when I would enter a church building. But out in nature, this was the very essence of “church” that I have always known exists, and I’ve hinted about in previous posts (that we do not need buildings in which to “hold church”, but that we have our own body temple for this purpose–no other “things” are required in order to pray, meditate, worship, etc.) and I had quite a knowing of this truth, being in this park.

my-deep-abiding-love-and-sadness-for-all-the-worlds-religionsThe deeply moving “religious” zone I was in, fell on me quite profoundly as I walked three times around each of the Stupas (as it is suggested you do when you visit–there are informative kiosks that explain it). I am also sure that I will continue to write about my thoughts on this in future blog articles. I was very, very moved–and quite unexpectedly too!

To put my experience at the Stupa in the deepest yet most brief way, I was saddened to my soul for anyone who could not find beauty here, could not find the sacred reverence, the divine knowing of this place and what it means to have it here, in America.

stupa-sizeI watched people of many different colors and nationalities come and walk around the Stupa in silent reverence, and I was oh so moved! You can see how large the main Stupa is in comparison to this gentlemen as he reverently walks around it.

One of my new sisters on the trip prostrated herself before the Buddha and I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as I witnessed her devotion. And though this is not my religious practice, I was moved to tears!

It seemed as though I was feeling the tears of many saints and guardians who yearn for us all to understand the transcendent importance of such a place as this!

I felt God’s Spirit move through my body! I felt an immense and abiding sense of wanting to protect this place… so much so that it startled me! I resonated with the reason all military have fought to defend our nation for–the right for our freedoms, especially for our freedom to practice different religions. (It’s probably also why free speech is so important to me too!) We just cannot take any of our freedoms for granted!

Amen. Namaste. OM

Buddha Beach

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Between seeing a lady do Tai Chi upon our arrival here, being blessed and attuned in the water, as well as all wandering around all of the magical cairns people had placed here, Buddha Beach was quite the treasure!

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I wrote a bit in my journal here, sang to the trees, and shook a rattle.

We met a lot of people on our walk here… some of us even got our picture taken with a couple who were traveling the world carrying a penguin statue! (I’m not kidding!)

Dry Canyon

We had our last regression session in the middle of a mandala that we all built, which included our own artwork and words for peace, love, joy, bliss, etc. that we left here:

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And I was gifted a bindi for my third eye, which I embraced wearing. When the sun was overhead, I pulled my scarf over my head as a wrap, not even thinking about “why”– but oh, I was stunned when I saw the photos later! I love Indian food, music, and dance, and now I think  I know why!

Also, going back to my childhood for a moment, my mom would always take a picture of me standing on a big rock at Blackwater Falls WV, so I had to jump up for this fun tribute to her!

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Sunset on the Cathedral Rock trail

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You can get a little idea of how rocky of a path we had to climb on the Cathedral Rock trail.

Our group of Sacred Sedona Sisters had a time of song and blessing on this flat area of the trail. I still hear our voices singing the enchanting songs! It was one of the most special times of our journey for me.

my-view-now-feet-over-edgeAs I sat,  probably mid way up the Cathedral Rock trail, I hung my feet over, appreciating the hiking shoes my dad had given me (they still had a bit of West Virginia dirt on the soles too) but now, they had this noble red dirt embedded in them as well. Ohh!! I love these red rocks! If I could live the rest of my life here, I cannot imagine getting tired of this dirt, these rocks, and the majestic glorious vistas!

I am dreaming of a day when I can bring our whole family here, especially my amazing granddaughter, Jennifer. Oh, what bliss that would be!

But, I can hold them dear in my heart as I sit here and look at the world. Because it sure feels as though I am on top of the world!

Saying so long…

Not long after I woke up on the last day in Sedona, I put my moccasin booties and went for a hike up the mountain behind the resort one last time. I wanted to feel the rocks under my feet, pebbles and all, similar to how my grandparents, great grandparents, and other ancestors from my Native American Indian lineage would have walked. Living my grandmother’s quote, “before judging others, walk a mile in the other person’s moccasins.”

Even the view from our resort was breathtaking, all the way around! Had we done nothing else but stay at the resort, I would have had a magnetic time!

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I learned several new natural healing modalities that I continue to practice daily. Plus I met my protector guide, Screamin’ Eagle (thanks to my wonderful roommate, Kim — who I will introduce you to in my next blog post).

Each of the attendees, or rather “Sacred Sedona Sisters”, received an “Attunement to Divine Frequency”, sacred blessings, and regression sessions (read more about that here: Releasing “past” hurts or traumas to heal current ills in the body). We enjoyed, relaxed, and had fun, but oh YES, we can allow our body to heal NOW by releasing stored cellular memories from the past!

I want to soulfully thank Alania Starhawk and Patricia McGivern for brainstorming, planning, and facilitating this aWEsOMe and transformative, yes, life-giving retreat!

We absolutely packed a lot into 5 days!

For me, I loved every moment, every trail, mountain, and vista! We hiked, climbed, shopped, ate, sang, took photos, had deep conversations, sat in a hot tub, and around a fire pit. I’ve never done so much on a vacation before!

Stay tuned. I am sure to be updating this page (especially with the other blog links when I get those written)!

Thank you Sedona!

OM Shanti OM – May the peace that passes all human understanding be yours.

A bit about me:

An Amazon bestselling author of two co-authored books: “Transform Your Life Book 2 Inspirational Stories and Expert Advice,” “Energy of Receiving”, plus author of “Blue Eyes: Ethereal Messages of Connection,” and holistic health book that details how I naturally reversed asthma, “Have Yourself a Wholly Vibrant Life: Reversing Asthma and Other Chronic Illness Naturally” all available on Amazon.

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Then POOF and it’s gone

Then POOF it’s gone

Sometimes I wake up at 3am and lay awake in bed for an hour or more, hoping to go back to sleep, but my mind starts to drift. Sometimes I get up and quietly write something on the computer (for my blog, or the book I’ve been writing over the last ten years). Sometimes I meditate, pray, cry, and then meditate some more. Other times I go on a crystal journey (meditating with one or more special crystals near or on my body), which nearly every time takes me on an inward path where I find the gentle solace of a holy place.

Take time

Spiral Energy by Sheila Murrey

My grandfather used to say, “Stop and smell the roses.” Somehow, I feel when I wake up in the middle of the night, it’s because I didn’t take time to smell the roses that day, or if I did, now I’m caught up in the mystery of it ALL. Had I been as fully aware as I could have been in that moment I was smelling the rose? To understand I was standing in the presence of something timeless? Grace washing over me? My thoughts become almost tangible and palpable. As I lay in bed, my heart becomes so open that I think it will leave my body! My huge open heart resonates with a feeling of connection with ALL.

Everything happens for a reason

I believe everything happens for a reason. I cry about things that cannot be changed, about which I feel guilty, or ashamed. Gradually, I let those thoughts go. I remember good times. I remember the friends and family who have transitioned. I miss them. I cry some more. Then, oddly, I begin very slowly, almost like a train steadily slowing as it arrives at a station, to breathe, and allow myself just to psychically embrace each of them. I remember each persons face, what it felt like to be near them, perhaps as we were going somewhere, dancing, talking, or such. I send them my love. I tell them, “Though I miss you fiercely, I know you are in perfect health, wonderful peace, and like the molecules of air around and IN me, you are still near me. And I love you. Thank you. Thank you ever so much dear heart for ALL you gave me. For helping me be who I am NOW.”

Sometimes after a stretch of time, I fall back to sleep. Other times, I write for hours before deciding it’s time to shower and get ready to prepare for my day.

There have been times that the connection I feel to my friends and loved ones, during these middle of the night mental sojourns are so strong, they seem vividly real. But, more often than not, the “visit” is faint, and dissipates into a near whisper. I am imagining, right? I mean, just because it feels real, it cannot be so. Or can it? As I do not limit God, perhaps there is a way to connect and spend time with my loved ones–and I am not only referring to those who have passed on, but even with those who are not living physically near me.

Empty space is not empty

I don’t pretend to know what fills empty space, though the new frontiers of science is finding that what they used to think was empty space, is actually “filled” with “something”–though they do not yet know what. Could that mean that my mystical musings in the middle of the night are when I mysteriously meander through a holy place? It certainly does feel like it’s a sanctuary for me.

Unaware

I’ve learned that when I move too quickly through a day, too caught in all of the “doing”, that I can easily walk by people, places, and things, unaware of the blessings or hidden messages that they might provide. Have I “walked by” people, places, or things, too preoccupied to notice the richness, the magnificence, or the subtle profound vibrations each offer me?

Realizing that I can always STOP, and consciously choose to pay attention to even the smallest of things, my heart dances with joy! I am open!

Heaven on Earth

I actively seek. And I know when we honestly seek, eventually, we will find. I do not need a crown of jewels when I get to Heaven (whatever do people expect to do with those anyway?) but instead, I’d rather trade anxieties for peaceful moments, sadness, feelings of loss, or thoughts of missing those I love most, into balanced emotions, joy, and dare I say, pure bliss NOW–while I’m alive! Isn’t that the true definition of having good mental health?

I go back again and again in my mind to my grandfather’s mantra. Regardless of the season, weather or time of day, I don’t want to miss the roses. When I leave this place, my spirit, mind, and body will have lived fully, changed much, and heartily, truthfully, given as deeply as I knew how–to those who received me.

I speak a mindful thought to someone. Then POOF! And it’s gone.

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Live and breathe Love & Gratitude 

Thank Omniscience ALLways. OM

A bit about me:

An Amazon bestselling author of two co-authored books: “Transform Your Life Book 2 Inspirational Stories and Expert Advice,” “Energy of Receiving”, plus author of “Blue Eyes: Ethereal Messages of Connection,” and holistic health book that details how I naturally reversed asthma, “Have Yourself a Wholly Vibrant Life: Reversing Asthma and Other Chronic Illness Naturally” all available on Amazon.

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I can’t help you if you’re not  paying attention

Just like your radio or TV, God is broadcasting ALL the TIME! But, if you’re not paying attention, or to the degree you’re paying attention, you won’t get the same information, or downloads, that others get.

Radio Frequencies

I have a desire to help–anyone. But don’t bring me down. I choose not to allow people to pull me down to their level of lower vibration (thinking/acting), as I have learned that in order for me to feel good, I need to nurture my vibration.

I may “Like” your posts on Facebook, or other blogs, because I am grateful that you’re taking care of yourself, enjoying your life, or finding a way to make yourself happy. But, that does not mean I agree with you. It does not mean that we are the same.

I do celebrate our differences because everything, wanted or unwanted, allows me to know what I want to include in my life. And we are all unique.

I want to live joyously, ever reaching and expanding to a fuller knowing of God, Spirit, Vibration, Energy, Health, Wellness, and Vitality! I want to live a life of abundant freedom!

From what I’ve read, Jesus received the fullness of the gospel, or the full download of what’s important in order to live fully on planet earth, from His Source, Creator, God. The Divine is always broadcasting to us via the vibration to our beings. Each of us are “tuners”. Going back to the radio analogy, you’ve got to tune to the proper signal in order to receive Divine Inspiration.

You can listen to others and disagree with what they’re saying; it doesn’t make you right and them wrong. You’re just not in agreement with them at the time of that particular conversation. You may, in fact, experience something just a few minutes later that can change your mind completely about whatever was being discussed, or at least, cause you to ponder why you’d disagreed with them in the first place.

You can read the Bible, study it even, (or any other other wisdom books) and still not “get it” the truth of what was being presented, because you’re not in tune with that information. You aren’t dialed in at that particular time. But, just because you’re not getting it right then, after a little while of living life, or learning more, when you read it again, it might make sense.

Many of us agree that we may never understand the mind of God. Why? Because at the core of our being we know God is limitless. So vast, complex, and intricate, we just are not capable–at this time anyway. So, just because we are not receiving inspired information from God, doesn’t mean that others aren’t, or that others never have.

Discernment is your ability to tune to the vibration you have need of, at the time in your life when it will make the most sense to you.

But, be careful, because your discernment about something, even if it feels oh so right to you, does not mean that whatever it is will be “right”, or even appropriate for another.

If you see others living in prosperity, not just in monetary terms, but “living, moving, and having their being in God” and you judge them as being too “prosperous”, “fake”, “full of themselves”, “selfish”, or such–take a moment to pause and consider that Jesus said, I come to show you how to live life and have it more abundantly!

What then, is the problem?

When you are prosperous, generous in spirit, with a mindset of abundance, and living your life from a place of gratitude for all, you will be more compassionate, kind, and giving.

Perhaps you’ve known a selfish person, and seen the contrary–that they didn’t give unto others. If so, that was THEIR problem. You shouldn’t use that example as a reason to close off the ever flowing stream of abundance that God is broadcasting to you–and you will if you keep complaining about how wrong “other people” are.

In the short term, a temporary resistance can be good, for example, when you fast from solid food for a day–it will be more nourishing and taste better to you the next day. Just don’t cut yourself off forever. When a branch is cut from a tree, the branch withers and dies.

We do not all need to be on the same path. Just because someone believes a bit differently from you, it does not mean that they do not believe at all. It does not mean that they’re unkind or anything else.

Connect to all. Stay connected to God, to the Divine providence of life all around you. Rest in the knowing that all are God’s children, none more deserving than another. Rest your weary mind. It’s all good–really!

Acknowledging this kind, friendly, and ever-expanding Universe–

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I would love to introduce you to the Resonance Academy! If you’re interested in Frequency, science, or just how everything is connected in the Universe, I think you’ll want to join the academy with me! Ready, set, click here!

A bit about me:

An Amazon bestselling author of two co-authored books: “Transform Your Life Book 2 Inspirational Stories and Expert Advice,” “Energy of Receiving”, plus author of “Blue Eyes: Ethereal Messages of Connection,” and holistic health book that details how I naturally reversed asthma, “Have Yourself a Wholly Vibrant Life: Reversing Asthma and Other Chronic Illness Naturally” all available on Amazon.

Be the best version of who you want to be.

Information provided is for educational purposes only and is not intended to treat, diagnose or prescribe.

For more about me, this blog, how I create websites, why I wrote a holistic health book, and more, find me on Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn.