Wednesday, November 9, 2016

The Energy That Became Donald Trump

We created Donald Trump. By “we”, I mean humanity over eons of time. He is the personification of everything that is negative and not of The Light on our planet.

He is a mirror reflecting back to us what we have become.

It wasn’t the majority of voters who elected Donald Trump. It was the Electoral College. The greater number of voters recognized him for what he is, but in the states with the greatest number of Electoral votes, those voters were lulled into a dark place where it is acceptable to worm your way out of your financial obligations, grope women, rape children, demean minorities, plunder the land, and build walls to keep people out. By the way, the ancestors of every one of us came from somewhere else…including Donald Trump’s.

Regardless of how we voted, we are all responsible for creating Donald Trump. Every thought, word and deed that was less than the Perfection of God, that each and every one of us thought, uttered or did, since the beginning of time, created Donald Trump.

Why is it that humans seem to ignore problems until the problem is so big it threatens life itself and/or the planet we call home? We seem to have the attitude that even though the roof has a hole in it, why bother fixing it when it isn’t raining (yet). It seems we need catastrophic conditions to wake us up. This is one of those times.

It’s clear what our work must be now. We, the Light Workers, must begin cleaning up that mass of dark energy.

Hate and anger is not the way to go.

Forgiveness of self and others (yes, even Donald Trump), Love and Compassion is what we need.

Since Mankind created this situation, Mankind is responsible for transmuting the negative energy back to The Light of God.

It’s time to get to work!

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Philip…I Celebrate Your Life

In this lifetime you were my grandson. While you were here I had no idea our souls were so closely bonded. You came into our family because you knew you could communicate with me, as evidenced by our telepathic conversation as you were getting ready to be born. This connection proved to be very important.

In your immediate past life, you were a Marine in Viet Nam and that body is still there. Yours is a very strong personality and when you saw how the Viet Nam veterans were treated you were incensed. While in spirit you devised a plan whereby you would be reborn; become a Marine again, but this time, your death would draw a lot of positive attention not only to those who came back alive but to those who didn’t. Now, how do I know this? You told me your whole story three months after you died.

You were only 19 years old when that roadside bomb took your life on Sept. 3, 2006. I often wonder what you would be today. You had so much talent, Phil. You could play several musical instruments; had a wonderful sense of humor; had a way of getting into…and out of…trouble. Everyone who knew you loved you.

So it’s coming up to 10 years since you left us. As much as I miss you and wonder what you would be today, I choose to celebrate all the wonders of you. I choose to remember your smile, your voice. I look back on pictures taken of you playing on a beach on Cape Cod and laugh at you herding seagulls. I choose to remember how handsome you looked in your dress uniform. Actually, it didn’t matter what you were wearing, you were just one good looking kid!

And so, Philip, as the 10th anniversary of your passing approaches, I choose to dwell on only the good stuff.

This is a poem I started to write when you went to boot camp. I got five stanzas into it and hit a brick wall. I knew I would finish it when you came back…and I did. The remainder of the poem practically wrote itself. It was as if a part of me knew what was going to happen next and would not allow it to be written ahead of time.

Hey, Gramma
I haf ta go now he said
just before traveling
through the birth canal.

We were communicating Soul to Soul
my first grandson and I.
I was in the waiting room
he was waiting in the womb.

You can see them now
the nurse proclaimed.
He was on his mother’s tummy
I approached from behind.
He raised his head, looked
over his shoulder,
gave me a big smile that said
Hey, Gramma. Here I am

Nurses are in total disbelief
Put that kid down
let him walk home they said.
His life of selective rebellion
already beginning.
Here I am     indeed.

He grew, as most boys do,
rough     mischievous     risk-taking.
He grew as handsome
as he could be irritating.

The future Marine emerged
a butterfly from a cocoon.
He knew what he wanted.
He wanted to be a Marine

Basic training and
specialized training followed
high school graduation.
Eager to go     eager to serve
he left in July ’06 for Iraq.
He was doing what he wanted to do.

Then came that dark day
two uniformed Marines
knocked on his parent’s door.
We regret to inform you. . .

I petitioned God  
Let me see him one more time.
He was so beautiful
surrounded by brilliant light,
smiling     strong     unblemished.
Hey Gramma.
I haf ta go now. See ya later. Love ya.

The Angel of Peace
and the Angel of Joy
met him at Heaven’s barracks door.
Welcome Home, son.
Mission accomplish
Job well done.

A few years later I wrote this poem. Phil, this one was for you, too.

I walk through the cemetery,
occasionally stop to read stones,
imagine life stories of the dead.

So many graves
with baskets of withered flowers
or no flowers at all.

As I walk toward the cluster of flags
I hear the tinkling of chimes,
stirred by the breeze,
coming from his gravesite.

The chimes are
dog tags hanging
from improvised hooks.

How like him
to have icons of war
making heavenly music
over his grave.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

We Are Creators

Life does not offer us guarantees. If it did, we would not learn/remember how to create. We are creators. That is what we are supposed to be doing... remembering how to create like the gods we are. That is what we are here for! We are gods.

At the time I read “Ye Are Gods”, by Annalee Skaren, back in the early 1980s, there was so much I did not understand. The first time I tried to read that book, I couldn't read more than a page or two before I would fall asleep. The book went back on the shelf. Three years later, I picked it up again and read with partial understanding. Almost everything I have learned since, is that we create our own realities, our own lives, our own we go along. That is what Skarin was telling us.

Our life is one decision after another. Each decision that we make, or could have made, has a myriad of possible outcomes. Each possibility has it’s own consequences. We keep choosing. It’s one fork in the road after another.

If life gave us guarantees, we would have no reason to create for ourselves. Life can be unpredictable, boring even,  until we get the hang of visualization. Once we learn to focus on what it is we want (the more detail the better), then we create what it is we want. We are creators, not discoverers. This is when we begin to understand that we are, indeed, gods.

Don’t misunderstand me…I’m still learning how to do this.

(I started writing the above on March 17, 2015. The very next day, in the sports section of the morning newspaper, I read what I consider conformation of my thoughts.)

Geno Auriemma (coach of the UConn women’s basketball team) was interviewed about the excellence of his program. Regarding his success with the women’s program, he is quoted as saying, ‘”We created it. We created the world that we live in. This world didn’t exist. We made it…”’ Geno knows that without his ‘vision’, there would not be this degree of excellence!

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

The Power of Prayer…Don’t Stop Now

On page A6 of The Hartford Courant (Tuesday, March 10, 2015) is the following headline: Islamic State shows signs of internal turmoil, by Liz Sly of The Washington Post.

The first paragraph: BEIRUT — The Islamic State group appears to be starting to fray from within, as dissent, defections and setbacks on the battlefield sap the group’s strength and erode its aura of invincibility among those living under its despotic rule.

Further into the article is this: “The key challenge facing ISIS right now is more internal than external…”

In my previous posting (What Happens When You Corner A Rat), I suggested that sending God’s Love to the terrorists (and any negative entities) would eventually change their behavior. I postulated that all the Light coming onto the Earth plane right now was causing them to be in their death throes and they were fighting back like cornered rats. I said that I sent them God’s Love every night in my prayers and asked my readers to do the same…Be a Light Unto the World.

This article, in my opinion, shows the power of prayer to change the horrors of our world. When I see what I perceive as the result of prayer made manifest, all I can do is thank God and all the Light Workers all over the world.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

What Happens When You Corner a Rat

Years ago, before I was born, my mother and father raised chickens and sold the eggs. I remember my father telling me the story of the time he cornered a rat in the chicken coop. As my father went in for the kill, the rat attacked him. Luckily, my father used his shovel to good advantage and was able to ward off the attack. He emphasized the fact that a cornered rat would be vicious and desperate. I remember wondering why my father told me that story. Now I see it as a metaphor for today's world.

In today's world I see all negativity represented by the rat. Whether it be terrorists or abusers of any kind, they seem to be the headlines of our everyday world...and they seem to be gaining numbers. Why so much evil in our world?

I see it this way. Those within the Company of Heaven, all Light Workers on the Earth plane, angelic beings, and awakening souls are gaining in numbers and the level of Pure God Light they are able to direct to flailing mankind is gaining strength.

Therefore, the dark forces are in their desperate death throes. They are like cornered rats, and, as they feel cornered by all the God Energy they are fighting back. It seems to get more vicious every day.

What is this God Energy? It is Love. The more we love our enemies, the sooner they will yield to that beautiful energy. Every night, in my prayers, I send Love to all the negative energies and entities manifesting in our world today. Sooner or later they'll get it. "Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do."

One law of the Universe is: in the presence of Light, the darkness must go. 

Be a Light unto the World. 

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Addiction, Depression and Suicide

Since Robin Williams’ death, we have been bombarded wall to wall with the pros and cons of addiction/depression/suicide.

Let me tell you about a guy I knew. I knew him and his problems, so this is first-hand information. His drinking was kept in check when his mother was alive. Even after he married, she kept him, and his father, on a short leash. After she died, he had no rudder to guide his life and alcohol took over. He went into rehab several times, but it was never very long before he was at it again. He died after drinking a quart of vodka a day for 5 days. Was that a version of suicide? Was that a subconscious decision to commit suicide? Maybe it was conscious. We’ll never know.

If you think an addicts suicide is an easy way out, a cowardly act, you apparently do not understand the addictive personality. I hope you never do understand it, because that would mean you, yourself, are an addict.

Was that person depressed? You cannot just stop depression. I have experienced depression, but it was fleeting, scary and to this day I don’t understand the “why” of it. I am able to understand others who are depressed and just can’t “shake it.” These people are not necessarily addicts. I know people struggling with depression right now who are not addicts.

I have an addictive personality. For 50 years I was addicted to nicotine. In addition to smoking it was an addiction to time, place, and situation. I became addicted at age 13. Most kids my age at that time didn’t smoke so I thought I was really cool. Tough. It was a ruse so my classmates wouldn’t know how shy and unsophisticated I was; what low self esteem I had. When I was 63 the addiction damned near killed me.

I thank God every day that my last resort attempt to quit worked. Acupuncture. Every year, on the anniversary of my first appointment with the acupuncturist, I send him an email thanking him for however many years it has been that I’ve been clean. This year, around Thanksgiving, I will send him an email acknowledging 15 years of freedom from the addiction. Freedom? Not exactly. Even though I have no desire to smoke, I know that my addictive personality lurks. I traded in smoking for a healthier lifestyle including exercising, walking and bike riding. So far so good.

So the next time you hear someone has committed suicide, whether or not they were addicted or depressed, please do not judge. Send them, and those they leave behind, love instead.

Friday, July 4, 2014

I Believe…

…in reincarnation, and that in the Reincarnation Department, in the realm of Spirit, there is a Review Board

…we all “sign a Contract” with God, before we reincarnate

It’s OK if you don’t agree, but stay with me as I explore my belief in reincarnation, the Review Board, and the Contract.

This is what I believe…

Before we return to Earth to experience another lifetime, we go before the Review Board with our “life’s plan” in hand. We have to convince the Board that, based on our past lives, this proposed plan will provide all or some of the balance our soul needs for advancement. In some of our past lives we were the criminal and in others we were the victim. We have been saints and sinners (I don’t believe in sin, but it’s a word in common usage today). Before we can return to the Father with no further need to experience the Earth plane, we must have balance. In the Alice A. Bailey material (I don’t remember which book), at the instant all souls were created, God ordered that we go, experience ALL things, and return to Me.

Part of our plan consists of agreements with those with whom we will be closely connected…parents, siblings, spouse(s), children. If approved, the energies are set into motion to help facilitate our plan. Now, this does not mean that once we are on the Earth plane everything will go according to plan. Free Will. Remember that? Or for whatever reason, someone else’s plan is not working out and they decide to call it a lifetime and return to Spirit before the end of their Contract, leaving us to find an alternate.

When it comes to spouses and children, I believe that once two souls have kept their promise to give life to however many souls who become their children, their job is done. If, along the way, they find they love each other…that’s a bonus. If not, then there is no penalty for ending that agreement.

This contract has an end point. When we reach that point is when we experience death of the body. However, and I use my mother as an example of this, apparently we can negotiate an extension. My mother passed at age 98 and before that day, she had at least three opportunities to pass. I like to say I would love to have been there when she negotiated a Contract Extension with God.

Do we orchestrate how we will pass at the end of our Contract? I don’t know. I like to think that is one last surprise God has for us. If you think about how many times Life has surprised you, then, why not at its end. And, even then, I believe how a life ends is still part of the plan for balance.

This is just one of my beliefs. Others are there is no such thing as sin, God is loving...not vengeful, heaven and hell are right here on earth, there is life after death, God will not allow humanity to destroy itself or the earth.

Perhaps I will expand on some of those beliefs another time.