Saturday Morning

I find it interesting that whenever I can’t find anything to talk about something comes anyway. Could be because I am a sage in the Michael teachings. Could be because I’ve got a big mouth. But, in any case, the words mostly flow. Right now, though, I’m having trouble coming up with something for my monthly newsletter. Maybe I’m trying too hard. Maybe I just need to ease up a bit and focus in on some subjects that I think might be interesting to talk about. Give me a word or a topic and I can go to town on it.

Okay, with that in mind maybe I can start with te word apple. It’s typically the first word used to represent the first word of the alphabet. You could have other words that start with the letter, "A" and be the keyword picture holder. Like aardvark. Or Antithesis. Actually, I don’t know how to picture antithesis. What else would be a noun that would start with a? Arthritis. That’s a condition.

Okay, that’s enough paddling about. Now, I want to go somewhere. Where would somebody go who is interested in spirituality or in things of a psychic nature?

Well, I can remember before I stepped over the line and became obviously psychic; the things that worried me in those days.

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I used to think God didn’t care. I talked to him a lot, but it was sort of like shouting down into a well or hollering off the edge of a cliff. Nothing happened and although I might have vented my spleen I didn’t feel that much better for long. There was this unending ache in my heart about God in those days. It lasted for years from the time I was a little girl until the time when I finally stepped over the edge and opened to my psychic nature. I just had this emptiness inside, this yearning that I just couldn’t put a finger on to explain exactly what it was but that would not go away.

I had always thought in terms of God being masculine. Also, old. With a beard. God without a beard just didn’t cut it. I still refer to God in the masculine and still sort of think of Him so, but there’s a part of me that has come away from that way of thinking to think of God in a different way. Gone is the little girl anxiousness that if I don’t do right retribution will be swift or sure. So, I’m not so worried these days.

Now, instead of the yearning for something when I pray, the wanting for God to fix something for me about whatever is wrong, nowadays I try to sink into bliss. The thought I hold in my mind is that I just want to hang out in that place where peace is, where bliss is, where joy is, where love is. It doesn’t always happen to me, but it’s what I set out to do. I don’t get upset if I don’t quite get there. I know when it laps around at my edges. Usually, my eyes fill with tears and my heart seems to get bigger. Something inside gets bigger and it isn’t my stomach. I feel it up higher in my chest. I figure it must be my heart.

And, if that’s the only thing that will ever happen to me again as far as developing along the lines of spirituality and my psychic nature I’ll be happy. I’ve got a place to go to eventually. It’s the place I came from once upon a time. It’s a place I’ve gone to many times before. It’s the place I’ll go to when I’m done here.

Dip

I can’t believe that a person would spend their life going about at the same pace. Just as in a day of 24 hours some of the time you spend during that time is spent asleep and dreaming, the rest of it is spent at your job whatever that might be work or school and the remainder doing what you like. For some people their days never seem to end and these are the ones with jobs where they are always on call like doctors and nurses or firefighters or mothers. But, that is just one day. For some it is busy for much of the time, for others not so busy. But, for all of us somewhere in that day there is time to somehow call your own. This is my time. I claim it now and will allow nothing to intrude. Let’s put it another way. I hope nothing intrudes.

I want to be more fully here right now as I write. I want to immerse myself even more than I normally do. Supposing that when I normally write I write as I would swim upon the surface of the water. Now, I want to dive. I want to open my eyes under the water. I want to writhe and twist and be weightless for just a moment in time. I want to be as I would be out of this body in another time and place as I would be with my soul.

How can I even be apart from my soul? I am my soul and my soul is me, yet I do not understand my soul. I glimpse it upon occasion and stand scratching my head at the imponderableness of it. It is as a mother to my 3 year old self. I imagine that it is calm. I imagine that it knows what is best for me. I imagine that it knows what is in store for me in a general sort of a way. I am blithely happy with my childhood and my world extends about 5 feet around me.

My world. I am happy in my world. And, then comes outside of my world where I see for the first time playmates and school and teachers and those who are not my family. I do not understand them. They frighten me. And, yet my soul knows what I will encounter in a general sort of way. And, is not afraid.

My soul that knows for a certainty that I survived and thrived 2,582 years ago. My soul that knows for a certainty that I have loved many times, many husbands, many wives, many children. My soul that knows for a certainty that I have been kind and generous and loving. My soul that knows for a certainty that I have killed and murdered and been a horrible shit. My soul that doesn’t care about any of that. My soul that knows I am busy right now with this life. My soul who knows I am a blithering idiot and loves me even for it.

And, sometimes I dip below the surface.

Fun Helping a Friend

So, I'm going to be helping a girlfriend bone up on some of the office skills she has but hasn't used in mandy years, come up to snuff on computer stuff and generally horse around on the internet and the computer. I think it will be fun. We'll have to get her an internet name. Will study on it and see what happens. Best that it comes from her, though, better that way. Like Dennis is DeeDude. And, like I'm Lady Skye Fyre. Will need to look over tutorials and things that are already available and see what might be useful. I know that there are tons of them at Microsoft.

Am also trying something out here with an ad from Amazon. It's supposed to showcase whatever is appropriate for this website.

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Quitting ---- Again?

What is the difference between a quitter and a person who has changed their mind?

I would say the quitter will never again revisit the idea of doing whatever it was they quit doing. This is assuming it was a relatively good thing they were doing. We all know people who quit drugs, quit smoking and give up drinking all would resume said activity at the drop of a hat, but don’t because they know they can’t. So, those folks don’t count. I’m talking about people who wanted to learn to play the piano, who even went to the expense of buying one and who don’t make the effort to play it.

Well, this is assuming everybody thinks they actually want to play it. What if all they wanted it for was to untie a knot in their heart? And, mostly these days that knot is loose.

Well, then, I would say that person is not a quitter, but merely found an expensive way to solve a problem. But, the problem eventually got solved. So, did the expense justify the result? I’d say yes. Somebody else might say no. Except, it’s my piano and my house, so your vote doesn’t count for much does it?

Ahhahahah.

Right, let’s get back on topic here.

What I’m working on this morning is another article for my February Talking to Spirit newsletter and I’m not having a real successful time of it.

Okay, seeing as how a blog could be the springboard to something else we will use it as such this morning. I’ll put a link to the actual newsletter once it’s done so you can see if I got remotely close to what I’m working on here.

One of the guides just said to me to get in the mood. My mood for writing, better quality stuff anyway, involves getting really quiet and drawing upon something invisible, something I’ve never been able to define, but it’s almost like the smart part of myself. It’s the inspiring part of myself that comes up with interesting ideas.

Okay. Quiet.

And, seeing as how the psychic part of me is involved here I will call upon that part too.

Actually, folks it’s all the same part. We’ve all got it. It’s just that mine can sometimes be a little unnerving. Sometimes folks who’ve been killed show up too and I sometimes don’t know why they are there. So, dipping.

If you put a fair amount of planning into what it is that you want to do you would also try to provide yourself with the easiest way to accomplish your plans. If you are going to be making steaks for dinner, buying pork chops is not going to get you nearer to your goal. Must purchase steaks first.

So, if you want to learn how to write a book, if that is what your plan is, then you would need to have in mind what sort of book you would want to write.

The question, though, is at what point you decide that your original idea is so much crap and writing about something else entirely has absolutely grabbed you by the creative throat and won’t let go. I’d say that was a good time to consider changing course and deciding to put the first plan on a back burner, maybe to revisit it somewhere down the road, and pay attention to the second idea that came your way.

If you think about it maybe the first idea wasn’t all that well thought out in the first place and you needed to actually embark upon your journey and get a few miles under your belt before you could see that flannel pajamas just weren’t going to do the trick but instead a lacy negligee was more to your taste.

So, it’s a matter of being able to switch gears quickly and not spend a lot of time feeling guilty that once more you are a quitter. You’ve just changed your mind. Makes me feel better. How about you?

Have Their Eyes Glazed Over Yet? If Not, Keep Talking.

Most of us are regular people. We’re not famous. We’re not movers or shakers. We’re just folks. But, what we have to say, I think, is important. So, getting to the point is also important.

Figuring along with a 30 second commercial (at least the ones I still understand) they say right up front what it is that they want you to know about.

My husband, for years, has constantly yammered at me, “The short version, please.” Irritating? Yes. Pointless? No.

So, next time you’ve got to tell somebody something, rather than explain all the in’s and out’s, the wherefore’s and why’s of the matter, just state your case. Then, if it’s a woman you’re talking to you might be able to go into more detail. If it’s a man you’re talking to stop. It’s how we’re wired differently.

Thinking About Advice

What qualifies me to hand out advice to anybody? Nothing, really. Actually, nothing more than it qualifies you, Dear Reader, to hand out advice too.

We do it anyway. The idea, though, is that the person listening to said advice, from either of us, will either accept or reject it. Or, they could just wonder about it. Does it offend me that you don’t take my advice? No. Does it offend me that you might disagree with my advice? No. Will I listen to you as you list all your reasons for why my advice sucks? Maybe. I’ll give you about 15 seconds and within that 15 seconds you will either present yourself as a legitimately qualified person to say something constructive or you’ll come off as somebody on the attack. That’s where I make my decision.

And, I either listen to you or I won’t.

I think, though, that there is also another route that we might be open to in regard to listening to advice from others. I’m thinking of what the inner you has to say about any of this. Could this advice be rated on a scale of 1 to 10 in terms of being good for you?

Okay, so it’s good advice. If you buy into it whole heartedly this particular piece of advice would help person A only a little bit, therefore it’s a #2 on that scale of 1 to 10. Person B listening to the same advice, given their own set of circumstances and stages of development, might be helped to the 8th level of that scale of 1 to 10.

Same advice. Didn’t help the first person all that much but was more beneficial for the other person.

I never really thought of it in terms like that before. Degrees of helpfulness.

Do it anyway.