universal beauty...

lucid lucidity...

as i went to sleep last night, i felt remiss because i had been unable to be online as much as i had wanted yesterday - the distractions of the day had interrupted my "me" time here - apparently, more than i realized -

i dreamed that i was at my computer, on blogspot, and my fingers were tap tap tapping away on the keyboard as i drafted a new post - i could hear the sound of the keys - and could see the monitor screen - but the screen was blank - dark black and blank - no matter how much i typed, nothing appeared on the screen - then i heard myself say, "oh, silly, you're dreaming - you are not awake - that's why the screen is blank - look and see!" - so, i "removed" myself from my dream and looked down to see me sleeping with my arms outreached and my fingers moving - then i said to my "self", "you were right - i AM asleep - so go back to sleep!" - and i remember i laughed when i realized i really was dreaming - and went back into my dream - shortly thereafter i awoke -

the voices remind me...

a couple of days ago i posted my horoscope for that day - remember why you are here - which is something about which i've been giving more than a little thought of late - in any event, i came across a comment on that post several hours ago when i was online - it was a comment that i had not seen until while ago - i was online for a while - had dinner and just now decided to browse online for a while - the first site i visited was "spiritual passages" by james moore PhD - without reading i scrolled down the page to see if there was more than one post as the date on this one was nearly a year ago - got down to the end of the page and stopped to read the last paragraph - this is the paragraph upon which my scrolling stopped:

Spend reflective time thinking about whom you are, why you are here and what you are supposed to be doing. Meditate on the nature of your life, your level of happiness, your vocational calling and your relationships. Engage in practices that make you feel whole – art, music, reading, meditation or walking through the woods or along the beach. Then practice patience … and listen for the whispered voice to guide you.

the circle of life...

my horoscope today...

remember
why
you
are
here

ahead of her time at the time of her death...

"Don't grieve for me,
for I am about to
satisfy my curiosity
about things that even Leibniz
was never able to explain
(space,
the infinite,
being,
and
nothingness)..."

Sophie-Charlotte, Electress of Brandenburg
(1668 - 1705)

renegade all the way...

yesterday's post and comments on the SYNCHRONICITY blog of the macgregors, regarding "untimely" deaths finds me remembering even more than usual the very unusual and especially untimely death of an old friend of mine in shreveport louisiana -

i first met graves thomas through a dear friend of mine many moons ago - early 80's - my friend and graves were both local attorneys known as "those renegade/maverick lawyers" because they took cases that no other attorney would take - those involving civil rights violations, reputed crime figures, drug smugglers, white collar criminals - you name it and if a wrong had been done, an injustice imposed, my friend and graves were there - they lived up to their tags as renegades or mavericks - and these tags even did not do them justice - in a court room they were poetry in motion - in real life outside the court room, they were just as beautiful - both in their early 40's, their charisma and charm were surpassed only by their passion - their passion about everything around them - the law - their clients - seeking justice no matter the cost personal or financial - passion for their friends and family - for good food and drink and good times - fast cars - and then there was their renegade/mavericks good looks - both long haired - both gorgeous men - suntanned - dressed in the pin stripe suits of the day - they both partipated in all the extreme sports - when they walked into a court room or any other room, that room had been walked into like never before - they were the golden boys -

the memorial day weekend of 1987 was to be another weekend at lake bistineau - a weekend of fun and sun and boats and skiing and swimming and good food - and graves had a new ski boat to take out - so off they went - then, when the weather changed from good to not good, they brought the boat in - during that process, as talk was made of the thunderstorm overhead while they were docking, graves, being graves, stood up, threw both arms into the air and shouted to the heavens, "HERE I AM!" - and at that very moment a lightning bolt struck him in the head, killing him instantly -

to make this story even more interesting, at the time of his death on lake bistineau, graves was representing a lake bistineau man accused of recklessness in a boating accident that killed three people on that very lake that same month -

and one more tidbit in the graves story is that at the time of his death, he had also just been hired by the family of a man accused of child rape whose criminal trial had not yet taken place - ultimately this accused man was convicted of the crime and went to jail where he stayed for 22 years - until he was exonerated when the paralegal who had been working for graves at the time of his death years later persevered to have the man's dna submitted and it was found not to match any dna associated with the crime -

so there you have the many curious but not surprising facets of one man's life and legacy -

jung on fate...

"Until you make
the unconscious conscious,
it will direct your life
and
you will call it
fate."

carl jung

2012 12 21

aztec calendar stone

discovered 12/17/1790
el zozalo mexico city

just for fun - einstein's number trick...

to play:

take a piece of paper and write down the number 1089,
fold the paper in half,
and give it to the other person,
without revealing what you have written.
Tell the person to pick any three-digit number,
making sure that the first and last digit differ by at least 2.
Tell this person to reverse the digits and to
subtract the smaller number from the larger number.
Then have this person take the result of the subtraction,
and add it to the result with the numbers in reverse.
Then ask this someone to compare the final result
with the number you wrote on the piece of paper at the start.


Example:
Suppose your friend picks 523.
This number is acceptable since 5 and 3,
the first and last digits, differ by 2.
Now reverse this to get 325 and subtract this from 523.
Now 523-325 = 198.
Reverse 198 to get 891 a
nd add to 198
to get 1089!

on numbers and things thereof...

fyi - in terms of interesting tidbits relative to number synchronicity, the book "Number Snychronicity-A Beacon of Light for the Soul's Journey" by skot jonz is a great start...there is a particularly interesting chapter on september 11 -

buddha on thought -

All that we are
is the result of
what we have thought.
If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought,
pain follows him.
If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought,
happiness follows him,
like a shadow
that never leaves him.

jung on imagination...

All the works of man
have their origin in
creative fantasy.
What right have we then
to depreciate
imagination.

dream story...

this is a photo of me when i was 15 years old - it's taken at a local park pond where i loved to go whenever i could - the "necklace" is actually a high school senior class ring of my boy friend at the time - XXX was several years older, joined the marines right after HS and was stationed on the west coast when this pic was made - in any event, this time in my life was one of the really extremely intense periods of my being in touch with those "other" senses - you know the ones - those that others think you're weird for having so you don't tell anyone about the dreams you have that come true - the thoughts that happen - but my dreams/thoughts of that kind were so prevalent then that i would write them down with the date of the dream or thought and seal them in an envelope - then i would give them to the one person i trusted - my english teacher who was such a dear friend to me - and when the "event" happened i would ask her to open the envelope and read what i had written before the "event" occurred - several of these experiences involved XXX - in one incident, i dreamed that XXX had been injured in a car crash - it was one of those dreams from which you awaken in a cold sweat not really sure if you're dreaming or not - i wrote my little note about it that day and gave it to my teacher as soon as i got to school - everything went ok that day - no big deal - no news - then, the next day, i was called into the principal's office where my teacher was also - and i was told that XXX had been critically injured in a car accident the night before - in california - he eventually recovered fully -

2012 and the new age of aquarius...

The Mayan Calendar

2012 gained the patina of doom with the best-selling 1966 book "The Maya" by Harvard archeologist Michael D. Coe. He noted that the Mayan culture's famously complex "Long Count" calendar simply ends on 12/21/12, speculating that civilization might come crashing down on that date. Other scholars argue, however, that the Mayan calendar would merely flip over like an odometer that reached 100,000 miles.

Galactic Alignment

Astrologers have also pointed out that during the winter solstice of 2012, the orbital planes of the solar system and the twelve Zodiacal constellations will intersect with the "Dark Rift" -- a black bit of the Milky Way located next to Sagittarius. Some argue this intersection is precisely why the Mayans -- who were brilliant astronomers -- ended their calendar when they did. But other astrologers believe that this conjunction will usher in a great shift in consciousness.

Timewave Zero

And then there's counterculture thinker Terence McKenna, whose Timewave Zero theory -- drawing off of elements from the "I-Ching," the teachings of philosopher Alfred North Whitehead, and modern fractal mathematics -- determined that 12/21/12 is, you guessed it, the exact date of a profound change in world. Roughly speaking, the Mayans, astrologers and McKenna are all predicting global doom or the dawning of the Age of Aquarius.

[yahoo movie talk - june 17, 2009, jonathan crow, author]

SOLSTICE - SOLSTITIUM - SUN STOPPING

the June solstice marks the first day of the summer season in the northern hemisphere - the point at which the sun appears to rise and set stops and reverses direction after this day - on this day, the sun does not rise precisely in the east, but rises to the north of east and sets to the north of west allowing it to be in the sky for a longer period of time. In the southern hemisphere, the June solstice is known as the shortest day of the year - it is when the sun has reached its furthest point from the equator and marks the first day of winter -

the angels speak...

sitting at the dining room table, earlier today i was going through a large box of old family photographs - a LARGE box, one of those large storage boxes the size of a camping ice chest which, because of its size i had to keep in the floor - now, this is but one of about seven such large boxes that i have filled with photos and paper keepsakes from my children over their lives -

my daughter lisa was doing some things on the other side of the dining table - the table seats eight people and the box of photos in the floor was not in any way visible to her - anyway, i was rummaging down in the last 1/3 of the box and while bending over, picked up a tiny photo of one of the plywood christmas angels i had made for my children when they were just toddlers - i was still bending over the box, holding the tiny photo in my hand when lisa said, "oh, mom, do you remember those plywood christmas angels you made when we were kids - do you have any photos of them still?" -

i straightened up and lifted my hand out of the box with the photo she was asking about - and here it is...

a christopher and che story...

ok - another christopher story in just the few days he's been visiting - and i just realized that he's only been here since early thursday morning and today is saturday - anyway, sometime after the blog below about the kissing in the rain song, he and i were talking about che guevara and i said how much i wanted a red "che" tee shirt - and i thought i would order one while he's here - a few minutes later i went into my room and flipped on the tv to a story about "che" - now how often do we hear the media on "che" these days - well, i guess at least once for me - really fun time for me to have christopher here and wanted to share our little stories - by the way, he is the grandson who has always spoken [since he was a toddler] of dreaming that he "flies with the eagles" - such a beautiful spirit he is!

thoughts dropping like raindrops...

earlier this week i came across a black and white image of lovers embracing in the rain which i loved and it was right on point visually with a quote i had found which exemplifies my "words unsaid" blog - the quote is "no one else can speak the words on your lips, drench yourself in words unspoken" - in any event, i loved the image so much i wanted to add accompanying audio to it but hadn't really figured out how, or which lyrics, to add - late last night my almost 18 year old grandson came in from louisiana and this afternoon while i was contemplating how do work on that post, i realized that christopher [who had never seen my blogs] would certainly know how to add the audio - so i called to him in the other room and asked him if he could give me a hand on my blog right then - and he said, "sure, but first, there's a song i really want you to hear cause i know you'll love it as much as i do" - the song was "kissing in the rain" -

thoreau on dreams...

"If one advances
confidently
in the direction
of his dreams,
and endeavors
to live the life
which he has imagined,
he will meet with a
success unexpected
in common hours."

summer soltice from the stars...

summer solstice approaches...

let

us

dance

together...

recreate the created...

Eternal, living action
works to recreate the created
so it never rigidifies.
What was not,
it must become:
bright suns,
coloured worlds,
never can it rest.

Eins und Alles, Gedichte I 369
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)

emerson on the universal spirit

A leaf,
a drop,
a crystal,
a moment of time
is related to the whole,
and partakes of the perfection of the whole.
Each particle is a microcosm,
and faithfully renders
the likeness of the world. . . .
So intimate is this Unity,
that, it is easily seen,
it lies under the undermost garment of nature,
and betrays its source
in the Universal Spirit. . .
It is like a great circle
on a sphere,
comprising all possible circles;
which, however, may be drawn,
and comprise it,
in like manner.

[Nature, 1836].

a vast similitude interlocks all...

A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large,
suns, moons, planets, comets, asteroids,
All distances, however wide,
All distances of time -
all inanimate forms,
All Souls - all living bodies,
though they be ever so different,
or in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes -
the fishes, the brutes,
All men and women -
me also,
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
All identities that have existed,
or may exist,
on this globe or any globe,
All lives and deaths -
all of past, present and future,
This vast similitude spans them,
and always has spanned,
and shall forever span them,
and compactly hold them.

walt whitman/leaves of grass 12

atom to atom...

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

gibran's spirits...

All
that
spirits
desire,
spirits
attain...

and of what is YOUR desire?

we are never alone...

All houses are haunted.
All persons are haunted.
Throngs of spirits
follow us everywhere.
We are never alone.

plato - and anima mundi...

Therefore, we may

consequently state that:

this world is

indeed a living being

endowed with a soul

and intelligence ...

a single visible living entity

containing all other living entities,

which by their nature

are all related.

plato 4th century
from timaeus 29/30

a world of my own...

"If I had a
world of my own,
everything would be nonsense.
Nothing would be
what it is,
because everything would be
what it isn't.
And contrary wise,
what is,
it wouldn't be.
And what it wouldn't be,
it would.

You see?


— The Mad Hatter"
— Lewis Carroll (Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass)

i dream'd in a dream...

I dream'd in a dream
I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the
whole of the rest of the earth,
I dream'd that was the new city of Friends,
Nothing was greater there
than the quality of robust love, it led the rest,
It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,
And in all their looks and words.


artist unknown
[walt whitman, poet]

lonesome moon...

the full moon is waning -
the night skies are covered with blankets of thick clouds -
clouds that hide the moon's light
from my window -

dreams revisited...

do you ever awaken from your dream, stay awake awhile, then go back to sleep and start dreaming again where you left off upon awakening the first time?

our extended family....?

chopra...

what

you

seek

you

already

are...

buddha on becoming...

we become what we think...

the power of words - of belief - and of KNOWING...

this is a story of several things - it is the story of my son stephen and his experience with the power of WORDS and of THOUGHTS...it is a story of spirit and of body, of INTENTION, of BELIEF, but FAR MORE than mere BELIEF - a story of KNOWING - and of SURVIVAL against all odds -

in 1999, stephen found himself at death's door after four separate physicians had failed over the course of a week to correctly diagnose his real medical problem and that was a pulmonary embolism - the bottom line was that on august 29, he found himself back in an emergency room of the first hospital he had gone to for help a week earlier - this time, within an hour, the correct diagnosis was made - but for stephen it was too late according to the doctors who advised me to call in our minister and to contact his siblings to come home - he was immediately placed on life support in icu - his sisters were called in from the east coast, his other sisters rushed to the hospital, friends came and some of them performed group prayers while he was still in the ER - his ex-wife out of state was called in - once in ICU his condition deteriorated moment by moment - medications were increased then decreased - medications were added and then removed - machine after machine was hooked up to this organ and then another organ - the second night he was taken to a small surgical room where a heart procedure was done and we [his family] were called into the room to say "goodbye" - i remember being led into this procedure room - my daughters were there and stephen's father and stepmother and sister were there - and there was my son lying on a stark operating table - naked except for a single sheet from his waist down - his skin was dark gray - almost a lavender gray - his body was swollen - the room felt frigid - i stood there in the middle of the floor - frozen, transfixed in time - time stood still - i remember standing there desperately trying to intellectually emotionally make sense of what i was seeing - the almost-corpse of my child - everyone was sobbing - and i remember the eyes of them all - they were all looking at me - trying to see what i was going to do and how i was going to do it - and i remember saying to myself, literally, SUCK IT UP - DO NOT GIVE IN TO THIS - YOU MUST NOT BELIEVE THIS - YOU MUST NOT SEE WHAT THEY SEE - HEAR WHAT THEY HEAR - FEEL WHAT THEY FEEL - SOB WHAT THEY ARE SOBBING - YOU MUST KNOW YOU DO KNOW that he will not die - and i remember the wetness of tears falling down my cheeks and the salty taste of them on my lips - and in this moment - this microsecond - my body physically straightened - i remember it as if it were yesterday - my body straightened and i looked up at all of them, wiped my tears and walked over to my son and told him that he was fine - that we were there with him waiting for him to awaken - and then i turned to the others in the room and whispered to them that they had to save their tears and their prayers for somewhere else - that when they were in stephen's presence - and mine - they could have no other thought except that he was going to awaken and he would be well - it was simple, really - clear as day to me - we had to not only believe, we had to KNOW - and so, thenceforth and forever more, whenever a doctor would come to me - and they did, several times daily, sometimes hourly, with more negative medical news, each of them was met with the same response - when one told me that 99% of his patients did not make it at the point where stephen was, i said HOW WONDERFUL!!! THAT MEANS HE HAS A ONE PERCENT CHANCE AND THAT'S ALL HE NEEDS - THAT'S GREAT NEWS! - when they came to me and told me they had nothing else to offer but more experimental procedures that had never even been tried on a human, i said OH, THAT'S GREAT NEWS, YOU'VE GOT PROCEDURES UNTRIED STILL - HOOK HIM UP! and when i would walk into his cubicle and find them clustered there around his bed, shaking their heads, and mummering negativities, i would call them out onto the floor and tell they that they were prohibited from using any of that language, saying any of those negative words, in the presence of my son - and, further, that i did not want them saying them ANYwhere - if his own physicians did not know he was to improve, how could he? - every day i took something else that he liked to him - one day i took his favorite pizza and sat it beside him to smell - and we stood around his bed talking about how good the pizza was - i took his favorite willie nelson music and played it in a boom box in his cubicle - he was on four life-support systems but that was just his body - i knew that the "real" stephen was there smelling the pizza and singin' with willie - and so, with my sometimes not so gentle prodding, the doctors began to change - the nurses were more cheerful around him - from that moment in the cardiac procedure room, not another tear left my eyes - i made my life as "usual" as possible - i went to and from work and the hospital - his sisters went back to the east coast - and then the time came for all life support to be removed - he had been left on longer already than was feasible - he had to be weaned from it all else face the issues if he weren't - and so there were weeks then of the ups and downs of that process - but through it all, we went on with as much of things as usual as was possible - and then, one day when i got there, his eyes were open - he was still on a ventilator and several other machines - but he was awake - and from there - another month and he came home - he had a long road of recovery and was left with some deficits - but today he is able to work and do most of the things he did before - for me, this was such a turning point in my individual life - in how i began to see things differently - to do things differently - to THINK things differently, to SAY things differently - i experienced first-hand the POWER OF THOUGHT - the POWER OF KNOWING over belief - the POWER OF WORDS - i no longer allow negativity around me in friends, television, movies, books, employment - i no longer keep negative words in my vocabulary - i seek out positivity - now, that is not to say that i am 100% successful in these things, 100 % of the time, but i am cognizant of them every single moment and that is all i can do - one moment at a time -

POSTSCRIPT: i want to clarify my comment regarding prayer above - while i do totally understand the m any different ways of accomplishing the same thing and do not wish to negate in any way anyone's individual chosen methodology - ie, prayer, belief, thought, whatever - for me, in the context of that moment, the manifestation of any of those things meant that there was the possibility of my son's death - and i refused to accept that - the saying of a prayer, for example, meant to me, in that moment, that a prayer NEEDED to be said - i simply chose not to NEED but to KNOW - there is a difference - do you know what i mean? i hope so! namaste' - j

the power of words...

...words have the power to both destroy and heal - buddha

...whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or for ill - buddha

...you can change your world by changing your words - remember life and death are in the power of the tongue -
joel osteen

...words differently arranged have a different meaning...and meanings, differently arranged, have different effects - blaise pascal

...we are what our thoughts have made us - so take care about what you think - 
words are secondary - thoughts live - they travel far - swami vivekananda

plato on dreams...

How can you prove whether
at this moment we are sleeping,
and all our thoughts are a dream;
or whether we are awake,
and talking to one another
in the waking state?”

lucid dreams...

in my previous post today, i mention two recent lucid dreams of mine which i have summarized below - i had forwarded these to the macgregors just for feedback and rob responded with a very good point - one which i had not really internalized before and that is that i seem to have "unusual dream control...a real asset on a spiritual journey." i'd not thought of the pattern of these dreams in that way and i am grateful for his comment - thank you, rob -

most recent dream - night of full moon -
i was dreaming and knew in the dream that i was dreaming and something seemed to "awaken" a part of me at some point - i "awakened" when i heard an odd sound coming from my mouth and i "thought" i better "see" what was happening because of the weird nature of the sound with my breathing - and the next thing, "i" was slightly above "me" who was still sleeping and at the same time, "i" told "myself" to make the breathing sound again so that "i" could "see" if my lips were moving when it was made - and "i" did and "i" saw my lips moving as "i" made the gutteral sounds while still "sleeping" - and then "i" said to my sleeping self that "i" should awaken because of the breathing problem - and i did - awaken -

other recent lucid dream of several weeks ago -
i dreamed a "long" dream involving someone with whom i was in a relationship for a long period of time - without going into the details of the entire dream, the ending of the dream was the most significant - in the dream, i was at my friend's "home combined with his medical practice" [in reality, he is a physician but does not have his practice in his home] and knew that i had to leave and i was to leave alone [very condensed version of entire dream] - as i was leaving, somehow, i was carrying an infant - a baby - i decided that rather than climb a steep hill to get to my car, i would go into a large stream of water which turned out to be much deeper than i had first thought - with a rapid hard current - i held the baby up above my head and while i'm trying to "walk" through the water with the baby, i realize that the current is too strong and too deep for me and that i cannot swim in it and hold the baby - then "i" tell myself that i need to "look at me" in the water to see if the water is above my head and to be sure that "i" am ok - and i do - i am again slightly above me in the water - i see the back of my wet head with my hair dripping down into the water and i see my head "bobbing" up and down as i am trying to reach the bottom to keep my footing - then i see that the water is only to my chin and i watch me navigate better to the shore and know that the worst is over - and then i go back into my dream of me in the water - and awaken -

[chagall]

the dream world...

just reading an incoming email about two of my
recent lucid dreams - then clicked over to my

"note from the universe" site for my daily message which was:

...You live in a dream world -
you're surrounded by illusions -
and the illusions change
when you change your thinking...
make it a mantra...
and your life
shall be transformed.

einstein on synchronicity...

the intellect has little to do
on the road to discovery -
there comes a
leap in consciousness,
call it Intuition
or what you will,
the solution comes to you and
you don't know
how or why -

Albert Einstein

changed reservation, cancelled flight, louisiana neighbors...

i have been thinking lately of chopra's incidents of flight encounters of the synchronicity kind and am reminded of a non-stop flight i took last year - i flew across country from delaware to san diego - my scheduled return date was for one week later - however, shortly after arriving in san diego, i decided i did not want to stay the week so i began trying to get a flight back for the next day - after hours on the phone and changing and re-changing the return trip, i finally had a reservation for the next afternoon - another non-stop flight - but i began to have really negative feelings about this changed flight - i even called my daughters and told them i was thinking of changing my flight still again because i was having those "odd" feelings about the new reservation - i was very leary of keeping it but did in the end - initial boarding went well but the flight was full - not an empty seat - i took my seat which was in the bulkhead and decided to watch a movie - when i turned it on, there was no picture and no sound - i played with all the little buttons and the earpieces - and still nothing - one of the flight attendants came over to help but to no avail - i was still distracted with this when i realized that it was really warm and the air didn't seem to be working - then i realized that we were still at the gate, not on the runway - and i knew something was wrong - i called the flight attendant over to ask and was told that we were just waiting to taxi out - they always say that, right? - more time goes by - like about 30 minutes and i keep asking if something is wrong but am told that all is ok - finally we taxi to the runway but we stop - the plane doesn't move - there are no other planes visible waiting for take-off - we continue to sit there - and several passengers are asking questions - babies are crying, etc - so i called the flight attendant over again and said that i wanted to be let off the plane - another passenger with a family came up and told the attendant that they wanted off also - and then several more - and more - the attendants assured us that there was just a "small mechanical problem" and that we were waiting for the mechanics to come and make the repairs - then we taxi back to the gate where we still are not allowed off the plane - corporate airline people come aboard and we are told that under no circumstances will this flight be cancelled - that the plane is still going to take off once repaired - by then most of us passengers have the lynch mob mentality going and insist on being let off the plane - and i don't mean nicely insisting by that point - finally, the crew tells us that those of us wishing to get off may do so - every single passenger gets up and leaves the plane - then we are all back in the san diego airport terminal and it's nearly 10:00 pm - hours later - we are then told that we may board another plane that will have several changes enroute - i insisted however on waiting for the next non-stop flight which was another two hour wait - so about 2:00 am i board the new plane - we had been told in the interim that the plane to be repaired had finally been totally grounded - anyway, i take my bulkhead seat - and notice that we now have an additional two flight attendants - one of them offers me a blanket and asks where i'm from - and i told him delaware - then he said he thought he'd detected a southern accent and that he's from the south - so i asked him from where and he said "louisiana" - i asked where in louisiana and he answered shreveport - i couldn't believe it! shreveport is my real home - i just happen to be living in delaware right now - then the other new flight attendant heard us both exclaiming our surprise and came over and asked if we were both from louisiana cause he was from new orleans!!! neither of them had been scheduled for this flight - they were both called in when the other flight had been cancelled - and there we all were - having a louisiana moss and magnolia reunion!!! loved it!!!

wax and ouija...

a number of years ago, a friend and i sat in my bed with a ouija board between us - we had turned off the lights and had 6 or 7 large red pillar candles burning in the room - the candles were fairly new but had been lit before - in any event, we began with more mundane things and then began to ask questions concerning the recent death of my brother who had died under curious circumstances - i no longer remember the specific question we asked - just that it was about his death - the pointer began rapidly moving all over the board and then each and everyone of the pillar candles exploded - i don't mean that they just burned out - they exploded spewing hot red liquid wax onto the furniture, the walls, carpeting - everywhere - this ended our little ouija session for the evening...

tripledigitnumbers...

out and about less
than an hour
earlier this morning -
ran into these triple digits -
555, 444, 333, 666 -
in this order - which would transform to
333, 444, 555, 666 -

this image shows a colored distribution of repeating digits of pi -

wikipedea

purplethoughts...

early day began with severe thunderstorm - loudloud thunder - heavy lightening so close you could hear the frizzlepop of it - power out - della the dog frightened and came into my bedroom crying - waited till storm passed to shower [also didn't want della the dog to shower with me] - dressing and get phone call from doctor's office telling me of weird [my word, not his] results on ct scan from last week - i finish dressing for the drive up to doctor's office north of here - get on highway and car passes me in right lane just as we come upon blue highway emergency 911 sign - tag on car is HP0911.....

hmmmmm..............


nasa image

sister sun and sister luna...

i am a pure-bred fire sign, and my relationship with the sun is intimate in the truest sense - when the sun is wearing her firey robe and her sparkling hair is dancing around the sky, all is well in my world - totally - anything everything is possible - not only possible but probable - like when i'm wearing my old off-lime-green sweatshirt in gypsywomanworld, everything becomes brighter and more beautiful and happier when the sun is out - my body is happier - my mind clearer -

and so it is also with the moon - i could be locked in a bank vault for days and know whether or not the moon is full - my body responds physiologically - my mind wanders - you know the story - the glory that is the sun and the moon shines down upon and into each of us -

today was divine - the sky blue - puffy white and gray clouds breezed across the sky, blanketing the heat once in a while - and the hot kiss of the sun made its way through my open sun roof - and is shining down onto my desk as i type - but today, alas, the moon is weaving her way out of her fullness - now into her waning gibbous phase - i'm hoping that tonight again she will peak through my windows and visit with me as she circles across my windows -

i refer to both the sun and the moon in the female gender - the givers of life - of light - of heat - and think of them as "family" even - they are always there - no matter what else in our lives is out of kilter or sync - we know that right up there - just above, is the sun - and the moon - that day will come again and night fall afterward - so reassuringly always "there", the both of them -

when my children were little, i taught them about the sun, the moon, about our planet earth, the cosmos and about our other "family members" the wind and rain and grass and trees, the ground beneath us, and all other living things - and how interwoven our spirits and bodies are each with the other - and so, my children came to know their "sister sun" and "sister luna" and "cousins wind and rain and grass and trees, cousins wolf, dog, cat, horse, eagle - and all our other cousins" -

and my children had children and the same stories were told them - from infancy they were shown sister luna at night, they learned to love sister sun and to laugh with cousin wind and to run and play with cousin rain -

and now my children's children have children - and i cannot wait to share with them [myself] our extended "family" -

postscript:
when my now-17 year old grandson christopher was but a toddler, he came to me one morning and said, "nanny, i had a dream last night - i dreamed i was flying with the eagles" - which, of course, gave me much much pleasure but did not surprise me - from that time since, christopher speaks of his "flying with the eagles" - and whenever we end a text message or other note or conversation to each other, mine is signed "fly with the eagles, baby" and his to me ends "walk with the turtles, nanny" -

peat's bridge between...

Synchronicities,
epiphanies,
peak, and
mystical experiences
are all cases in which creativity breaks through the barriers of the self and allows awareness to flood through the whole domain of consciousness.

It is the human mind operating, for a moment, in its true order and extending throughout society and nature, moving through orders of increasing subtlety, reaching past the source of mind and matter into creativity itself.

Synchronicity gives us an image of what such a transformation may be like, for within the operation of its meaningful coincidences, time has its end and creativity dissolves and transcends all structures and distinction.

Synchronicity is therefore an intimation of a much greater transformation.

An intimation of a more
creative life in which the self takes its proper place within consciousness.



Source: infiniteplaythemovie.com/synchronicity__the_bridge_between.htm
synchronicity - the bridge between matter and mind - by F David Peat PhD

dreams...

and
things
thereof...