Some people feel like they have to pray to the Divine.
All I have to do is step outside my door into nature-
And listen to Her.
Some people feel like they have to pray to the Divine.
All I have to do is step outside my door into nature-
And listen to Her.
Suspiciously, the grey haze glided across the lake with some unknown mission. With ease, it slid up the mountain breaking up into many large fragments. Here and there, it lingered across the mountain side, chilling everything in its path. Puttering about the yard, the grey haze suddenly veiled me with a cold, fragrant mist of purity. Standing upright, I raise my arm and slowly wave my hand. Up and down my hand did flow, caressing the floating liquid that shrouded me. I observe the fine, minutely glittering particles as they stingingly kissed me with moistness. Closing my eyes, I allow the vapour to soundlessly lick my face leaving me with scarlet love-bites. Looking up, no egg shell blue sky could be seen. Then, observing more closely, I watch millions of miniscule water droplets frenzily dance with each other in the air, existing for the moment. The grey mist grew evermore darker, evermore dense. Soaked, my grounded feet start to trod back towards the house. Ascending the stairs towards the porch, I turn to take one last look behind me at the thick, now dense cloud cloaking the land. Cold, wet and flushed, I silently give Thanks for the spiritual intercourse.
She observed how beautifully her diamond ring glittered and shone in the rose ambient lit room. The room itself was beautiful. The wood utilized within the room proved grounding as it blended with smooth, glistening stone work. It’s like dining in the forest she thought. Delicate lace adorned opened windows, and they trembled as the breeze gently entered, kissing everyone within with a smooth touch. The sounds of a soft harp could be heard, faintly bussing the ears with grace. Looking at the handsome man sitting across from her she could not help wonder….is the silence a blessing in disguise so as to not mar the beauty surrounding her? Dressed elegantly, he was not. Not like her. Awkward looking book ends they appeared. Forlornly, she ate the savory dish before her and not a word was spoken as they ate. Dessert, then coffee, still not a sound was heard or spoken. How could there be so much beauty surrounding her and yet avoid her as she sat in this beautiful room? The room was humming softly of voices in various notes yet no intelligent, melodic words were spoken at her table. Searing pain, emanated from her soul. Unexpectedly, the energy of beauty exposed the stale, ashen colour of death that sat with her at the table. Beauty in all of its tender kindness, kissed her passionately that only Spirit can gift.
Trees speak softly
As they frolic gently with the wind
The deep tones of chimes call out
Wanting to perform along with nature
The moon above is playing hide and seek
But the evening clouds don’t care
A warm, late evening breeze caresses
Kissing a cheek in passing
Not a twinkling star can be seen
Nor a creature stirs or crawls
It is quiet save for the whispering trees
The earth for now gratefully meditates in silence.
I think most of us know that autism is caused by a gene that is passed from father to child. It is not uncommon for mom to carry this gene as well, though it’s rare. What bothers me is that people seem to think that autism is solely caused by vaccinations. I don’t believe this to be true. From all my readings and my eleven years of working for these individuals, the autism gene needs to be “awakened” and this is where vaccines come in. It also can be awakened though environmental factors too. We all know that vaccines are detrimental to a person’s health. Vaccines filled with aluminum salts, formaldehyde and mercury. They use these toxic substances because these substances remain permanently in the body. So, what better way to make the vaccine formulas stay in the body?
Unfortunately, vaccines cause all sorts health problems (immune system problems etc.). As much as it protects a body from particular deadly viruses, it’s never a guarantee either. My daughter was not vaccinated till FIVE years old. And I had to do it. She only had one dosage to shut people up (like school nurses) and she never got any more throughout her school life because I don’t like them. Caela was diagnosed at FOUR years of age at Sunnyhill Hospital. Her autism was triggered through what I’m sure was stress and anoxia damage during birth. She came out a blue colour. I had an extremely difficult labour with her- so bad, that they could not perform an epidural because my muscles were too tight and the anesthesiologist could not get the needle though the vertebrae. Michaela was born suddenly when she didn’t want to come out. It was crazy.
I read an article about a study Japan did some years back. They told parents not to vaccinate their babies/children until they were ready for school (five years old). They saw the rate of autistic children being born drop. Hmmmmm?
I read that a baby’s immune system is not FULLY DEVELOPED until three months of age. It was not mandatory when my daughter was born but I believe that babies now as early as one to two months receive their first vaccination shot. It might be different in different areas. I asked my doctor, “Do babies have a different, lesser amount given to them compared to adults? NO, I was told.
So what the hell? Babies who possibly carry the autism gene receiving adult dosages of lethal vaccinations before their immune system is fully developed?
Common sense to me. Temple Grandin talks in her book “Thinking in Pictures, My Life with autism” that, “Research during the last ten years confirms that autism, PDD, and Asperger’s all have a strong genetic basis. Craig Newschaffe, Johns Hopkins School of Medicine, estimates that 60-90% of autism cases are genetic.” Temple goes on to mention “Researchers also confirm previous studies that show that relatives of people with autism will often have many milder autistic-like symptoms.”
My daughter’s father used to tell me, “It’s all in your head! There is nothing wrong with her! She’s just like me!!!!!”
After much nagging from me for him to get tested, he finally did so after many years of fighting. He came out with a diagnosis of high functioning autism, ADHD and Dyslexia. I have met many women throughout my career who talk about their husbands being difficult regarding their children being diagnosed with autism. Then they started seeing the quirky behaviour and the like in their husbands.
There is no doubt in my mind that all these things I’ve mentioned above, play a part in creating an autistic child. God Love them.
“I dream of a love so great that it transcends sexual love” I don’t remember where or who wrote this quote, but upon reading it, it has never left me. What would a love like this really look like? Is the human race even capable of comprehending such an idea let alone practise it? I don’t think so. In the year 2015, the human race has yet to scaffold and evolve to such an enlightened idea. I bet the real reason we have yet to meet any real loving, evolved species in the universe is because we are truly unbalanced as a species. Unpredictable, two-faced and fearful amongst other things. The human race is special though. We are capable of such compassion, such sensitivity. Our emotions can be a curse or a blessing. But we have yet to find any real identity. Perhaps that’s why humans resort to religion. We are told we are sheep (implying that we are not intelligent and cannot think for ourselves) and that we must follow those who claim they are enlightened and are a medium to some higher power. If only humans would realize “they are the higher power.” Fear is what keep humanity from advancing. If we were taught how to balance our body, mind and soul I believe we could really attain this great love. I’m not implying that the human race should be celibate. To the contrary- but we need to find balance within our minds and body and that can only be done if someone or something, teaches us how to find balance cognitively and physically. I suspect this is where meditation can be the start of this quest. Logic is our foundation, controlled emotions is what drives us but common sense should eventually rule. There would have to be a colossal amount of inner work, co-operation and understanding with others, before the mental/emotional work can be accomplished. We all need to be on the same page first.
(Joking) It is no wonder that more intelligent and enlightened universal species stay away from us. All we seem to attract is the lizards/reptilian species (and the like) because in all reality? The law of science says like attracts like (??). Have no idea if David Icke is right, but if he is, we are in some big, serious trouble. I’d rather stick to the topic of humanity/enlightened beings because David Ickes theories creep the crap out of me. The human race needs to find its own power instead of seeking it elsewhere. Don’t know what others believe, but instead of being referred to as sheep in a flock, I’d rather be a wolf in a wolf pack. So, in the long run, I’ll keep dreaming of a love so great that it would transcend sexual love.
Some hidden, unexplainable vibe
Much work and cooperation can be done
Without a single word even uttered
Hand in hand the multi-tasking goes
And a group of them can be lethal
Nature is a best friend and nurturer
The wolf a guide and totem
Respect is to be given
Along with compassion
And in return you’ll find solace and love
Pushing will only ignite fury
To scorn is to invite wrath, maybe even death
For hell has not known such ferocity
So let the hair flow, let the wind cleanse her soul and spirit!
For the Goddess reflects all- “we are the worlds saviours.”
The tornado of words swirl and attack
Fingers feel for the armour- its strong but still fragile.
The heart yearns for peace and serenity
The tornado however, becomes darker and more ominous
Give me strength my soul would cry!
But fate secretly decides to tease and play
There is no control.
Feeling the armour, it strains, it cracked ever so slightly
A warning of an impending and lethal breakage
A strike comes out from nowhere-
And pieces fall, showering the earth with broken dreams
A deep sleep then ensues,
Voices can be heard, but oh!
Let me remain in this deep and glorious sleep!!!
The foggy-ness covers me with a shroud….
Let me remain in the safety of the coma…..
Since my move into the Fraser Valley last September, I find myself in awe of the mountains that surround my new house. I have a killer view from my back yard of a lake. Forget the lake, I find myself always facing the mountains so I can gaze at the soft curves and folds they present- 360 degrees around my home. It’s quiet, but it used to be quieter in past times. Flocks of people come to visit in the summer to stay the local campsites and holiday trailer parks to escape the suburban life. I don’t like that very much. I like it quiet, dead quiet. It’s what I miss most when I used to live up Sunshine Coast what seemed eons ago. I was surprised at the amount of deciduous trees that share the blanket of cedars and fir trees along these majestic peaks. You don’t really notice them until fall. Then the lush, varied shades of green turn golden, reddish hues. I love the downtown life and the energy that the city brings. Suburban life is so lustreless and down-right numbing and I am so glad to be away from it. I have come to realize how very busy I have been since I moved into the valley. My mind and soul has been possessed by so much undesirable energy and exhaustion. I have forgotten how to embrace solitude. I am off work for the summer now. But slowing down is a figment of my imagination. Or is it, that I must reconnect and open my soul and spirit to the healing that only nature and solitude can bring? Yes. However, I have miserably forgotten how to walk this path.
Every summer, I try to read “Gift from the Sea” by Anne Morrow Lindbergh. It’s a delightfully easy read that speaks directly to a woman’s heart. Men too, can learn from the wisdom she presents. In it, she talks about the crazy obligations that we/she face(s) and how to find ways to embrace solace and simplicity in life. Her wisdom addresses the craziness of life and how to separate loneliness from the healing that only solitude can bring. Lonely? No. Do I seek solace? Absolutely. So what is solace?
“The mind is sharper and keener in seclusion and uninterrupted solitude. Originality thrives in seclusion free of outside influences beating upon us to cripple the creative mind. Be alone—that is the secret of invention: be alone, that is when ideas are born.” ~ Nikola Tesla
“Be a loner, that gives you time to wonder, to search for the truth. Have Holy curiosity. Make your life worth living.” ~ Albert Einstein
The sun is setting now, it is dusk. The evening birds awaken, and voices retire in their private abodes. I sit here alone on my deck, staring at the wondrous, natural example of strength, beauty, and aloneness that surrounds me. A spark inside me ignites.
I just read that a Preschool teacher raped a child. As an ECE Educator/SEA myself, this made me feel sick to my stomach. I believe the death penalty should be saved just for the pedophile’s and child murderer’s. Period. There is absolutely no excuse for killing innocence.
I believe religion divides ALL people. Not unites them. I’m sick of religious wars and I’m sick of fanaticism. The movie “Paul” even with its partial crudeness, depicts this kind of fanaticism perfectly. Humanity is regressing. Not progressing. And the guy with the most money wins.