Showing posts with label Spiritual. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spiritual. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 12, 2023

I Was Seduced by a Red Kia


The Kia was from the aunt of a detailer. No wonder it looked bright, shiny, and new. 

The car is four-years-old from a little old lady from Pasadena—except she lives in Oregon, is 92, and was its only owner.

Now, a week later, it needs a bath. Just like the refrigerator-oh yeah, it froze up this week. Its fan was clanking like a Model T with a broken Axel.

We took everything out of the freezer and frig. I washed it while Husband Dear defrosted the block of ice in the bottom the size the ice man used to carry on his shoulder when I was a kid.

The fan still works. The refrigerator works. Yea! And the refrigerator is clean, but the car isn’t. Someone I will not name took it on a trip.

Garrison Keillor says, “It’s been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon,” This week in Junction City was anything but quiet. It was bombastic.

  • Both vehicles croaked on the same day–Truck was fixed with a new starter. 
  • The Pries died at 311,344 miles–Sold on Craig’s List—it is going to Texas. 
  • My Principal Broker signed off on my Vibrance Real Estate Website after what felt like 10 million hours and 60 million changes.
  • I prepared medical expenses for taxes—a moot point. They didn’t apply.
  • And we bought a new-to-us car.

Much of the work initially felt like my Scuba training years ago, all classes and tests, but I never got to the fun part.

So, how are you feeling? 

Do people ask you how you are feeling and really want to know?

Or care?

Have you been feeling like you’re just holding it together?

Don’t look “Out there.” It looks like chaos. The government’s a mess. Trials are pending. Your teeth aren’t white enough, you need medication, your liver is dying, and people are pumping up their faces, breasts, butts, lips, and muscles because they aren’t good enough. People don’t know what to call themselves, “he, she, they, them, it?” What’s your pronoun? For heaven’s sake. (“Honey” would work.) We’re polluting the planet. We hear that doom is ahead and Bots are taking over customer service.

What are we doing?

We are trying to be sane, that’s what.

The bottom line is Emotional Intelligence.

Emotional Intelligence is the ability to recognize, understand and manage one’s feelings while understanding and empathizing with the feelings of others. People with higher emotional Intelligence are often better equipped to deal with whatever gets thrown their way, whether in their personal or professional lives.”

Strangely, if you look up Emotional Intelligence, they mainly refer to the workplace, but home is where the heart is. We ought to begin there.

Health is our birthright—be it physical, emotional, or spiritual. It should be our inheritance as children of the earth, but the times we live in are not ordinary—so says my current read Dr.Hazel Parcells, HEALER—The Pioneer Nutritionist & Prophet In her own words at 106.

Was it ever?

I do think, however, that we are in transition with great adjustments and redefinitions. 

The earth’s energy has been under almost constant assault during this past century, bombs, chemicals, medicines, plastics—even our clothing. Not only is the soil threatened, but the ocean, the largest area covering our planet, is in question. 

If the earth dies—the people perish.

If plants and animals lose their vitality, so do we.

Our present time is almost like an experiment in which they crowded mice with resultant weird behaviors and reduced fertility.

Nature has been pushed aside in favor of chemicals, computers, cell phones (a computer), bots, and a fascination with A.I. (Hey folks, have you seen the movie 2001?) Many jobs are in the arena of data processing. That alone can fry the brain. 

We are separated from nature, our health care has risen to absurd heights, and we have endured the constant barrage of a pandemic affecting our health, jobs, and social lives. 


I hit briefly on homeostasis last week, which means balance. Basically, homeostasis refers to our acid/alkaline balance which the body tries to regulate–like a radio trying to maintain its signal.

All in all it does a pretty good job but can get knocked off kilter. Take, for example, two men painting a house. They work side by side, both inhaling the same paint fumes. One man keels over, while the other man is not affected. What happened?

The one man’s radio couldn’t handle a further assault of toxins, and it could be that the “fuel” that went into his body—food, water, and air, was already compromised.

It isn’t about calories. It’s about quality. And that’s what I’m concerned about.

Dr. Parcells studied eleven cases of polio—all children. This was right after WWII when governments were doing nuclear testing—I’m not saying the bombs caused polio. I’m saying what was happening at the time.

Parcells found that in all cases that while the children were excreting acid, they had paralysis, which almost always takes place in an alkaline environment. She gave them natural acid-based calcium and applied spinal massage with an electrical current. Calcium is a neutral medium but takes on the properties of any acid it is exposed to. An electric charge is an acidic medium. 

Once the deep alkaline field was balanced, all indications of polio were gone.

Those children resumed their childhoods and lived happy lives.

How many of us feel off balance?

When the body is off kilter, so are our emotions. When our emotions are off kilter, they wreak havoc on the body. When our spiritual connection is off, we suffer, and it’s hard to display kindness, thoughtfulness, and gratitude—all those characteristics we admire while enduring pain. Unless, of course, you have the fortitude of Nelson Mandela. 

What are we going to do about it? 

That’s our life work. 

I’ve heard it said that we all have holes in our underwear. However, our holes aren’t in the same places—that’s why we can help each other. 

I came across a site—yep–good things are afloat. Maybe you saw it, whatever, let’s talk about it. It’s genius. Made for kids mostly but pertains to any age.

The article is in Microsoft, “The Science Behind,” but I do not see the author’s name. The report is The Hidden Power of Feelings.*

Feelings are more complex than simply being happy or sad. Researchers believe there are at least 27 distinct emotions (with varying degrees that can be mixed). And it seems helpful to name the feeling.

For example, a young person overhears a peer saying something negative about them. Left to fester, their feelings affect how they view themselves, their attention in class, and how they relate to their peers, and probably come home sullen, go to their room, where tears can flow, anger can grow, and the parents wonder what in the world is happening to their lovely teenager.

Perhaps the trauma could have been softened or resolved if they had shared their feelings with someone. Then, apologies could be made, misunderstandings cleared up-and all emotions returned to something more pleasant.

Nope. That’s different from the way we work.

Are you frustrated, confused, irritated, hurt, or lonely—look for the 27 emotions. I don’t want to copy their contribution.

Who guides us through this landscape of growing up?

Basically, nobody. We muddle through. 

Luckily there is hope on the horizon. 

And here’s a site that’s trying:

The Hidden Power of Feelings.


I read this yesterday that agave me a chuckle. It was a response to something Terry Cole-Whittiker said to an audience of about 4,000 when the commenter was 15. She is now 57. 

“Just shoot the arrow, and where it lands, that was your target.”

And this morning from Tony Robbins: 

“Sometimes it’s more important to just make the damn choice, commit to it, and find out.”

Monday, July 25, 2022

Don't You Hate it When This Happens?


“Learning is making mistakes until our subconscious mind can put together the right pictures.”
–Louise L. Hay


Why did I wait so long to read Louise Hay's book?


I know of her publishing company Hay House and have read many of the books she had published, but never until today did I pick up her book. I guess the old adage is true, "When the student is ready, the teacher will appear." 


The book is "You Can Heal Your Life." 


Not that I think my life is broken. I just want to learn and grow, and yes, to heal my life. 


I read of Hay's book in another book where the author explained that Hay lists diseases and body affections in the back of her book. Along with the list, she sites their mental causes and suggests an affirmation to heal.


I snatched it up.


On my blog,, which has the same information as, just a different carrier, the description is: 


"To wonder and invite others to wonder with me." 


(Travels has a loose definition. I love to travel and talk about it occasionally. I also know we are traveling through life, and the gist is learning and enjoying.)


I have been resistant—I don't know why—to be too woo-woo. 

(Fear of being a kook.)


Then there was Louise Hay putting it out there to the tune of selling over three million copies and being audacious enough to say, "You Can Heal Your Life." (The latest reading was more like 40 million. See, people, want this stuff.)_


Louise Hay began as a Science of the Mind minister (I didn't know that). I discovered Science of the Mind in San Diego, CA., at Terry Cole Whittiker's church. That was a life-changing time. I loved it. I remember standing in my yard one day in Mission Hills, San Diego, saying, "I want something to change, and I want it now." The following Sunday, I attended Terry's church for the first time and haven't been the same since. 


I had finally found that other people thought similarly to how I did. 


Terry left her thriving ministry a few years later, about the same time we left San Diego. I guess we both got what we needed and moved on.


A few years ago, I spent a fourth of July weekend at a retreat with Terry in Mt. Shasta, Oregon. She has moved from being a high-powered minister and executive to living on a farm (no animals, just in the wilderness sort-of.) Only two participants attended her weekend retreat, another girl and myself. I have never felt so loved. (By both of them.) Nor had I ever visited a magical alpine meadow such as exists at the base of Mt. Shasta, where we spent one of the days.


This blog is my effort to find people who resonate with what I am up to.


I don't intend for my blogs to be about me, but I'm the one writing them, and I'm the one gleaming the information, so it will come through my filter system.


I only opened Hay's book this morning, and I already feel a shift in consciousness like when you say, "Ohh, that's wonderful."


"I expect my life to be good and joyous, and it is." –Louise Hay.


Last week I mentioned that I was writing The Money Whisperer Newsletter. 


And then what happened? A couple of days ago, I sat down to write something, and all hell broke loose.


Writers know this phenomenon, "Many a slip from cup to lip." Start out, lose your way, get back on track, pull it together, and plunge ahead.


I'm going to complete the newsletter because first, I need it. And second, perhaps my subscribers and I will find something of value along the way.


We know that the art of making money involves attitude, beliefs, focus, and aiming for the high, not low. And don't tell me about the rich people who aren't nice. (Here I am with money. Here I am without money. The same person.)


Money will not pollute an unpollutable person. Be unpollutable.

Don't be afraid of having money. Who better? 


Pollution comes from another source—the ego, the feelings about ourselves, the subconscious systems built into us from numerous generations.


I was led into Quantum physics and how things work and saw how it is conceivable for the mind to affect matter, and money is matter. 


Strange but true.



 Excerpt from the first issue of The Money Whisperer Newsletter

You might ask what I am doing here talking about money when millionaires and billionaires are making and spending money at every turn. They are controlling empires and sending people into space. We are taught to go for the American dream. Get a good education, preferably from a prestigious institution, follow it with a high-paying job, and make a good living. 


We know that. It's in our face every day.


Since you are reading this, I'm assuming you are interested in having money, getting rich, and learning some of the fundamental truths behind why some people work hard and have little, and some work hard and have much. Why do the rich get richer and the poor get poorer? 


If you like beautiful things, you should be surrounded by beautiful things. If music brings you to heights of ecstasy, you should follow that thread. Do you want to play music? Do you want to write it or listen to it? 


You need money for these things, and you should have it. (Guitars don't grow on trees.) 


Inner work can be FREE. However, where do we start? Sorry, but unless you have personal access to the Akashic records (purported to contain all the wisdom of the ages), we need something, a medicine man, a shaman, a mentor, a leader, a book, a workshop, a seminar or a whisper, to catapult us on the journey toward self-discovery.


I'm not here to study self, you might say. I'm here to create money.


Okay. We'll get to that.


First, let's go back a bit. 


The Bushmen of the Kalahari Desert of Africa talk about two hungers.

There is a Great Hunger and a Little Hunger.

The little hunger wants food for the belly.

The Great Hunger is the greatest hunger of all. 

It is the hunger for meaning.


Our right to life is to have the free and unrestricted means to fulfill our physical, mental, and spiritual needs.


I suppose I have some attachment to this desire to be all I can be, for there was a time when I felt I didn't have a right to live an abundant life when so many people were suffering. People are in poverty, sickness, lack, and mental illness.


And then I realized I could never be poor enough to raise another. I can never be sick enough to heal another. I can never be spiritually bankrupt enough to lead another to their highest calling.


I know that some readers will balk at some of the things I will get into, so I am pounding home this need for money. [more]

Friday, January 22, 2021

I'd Like to Give The World...


A Puppy!

Imagine having the eager anticipation of that little boy.

On the home front:

As I drove into town yesterday morning, the tree limbs alongside the road looked as though drawn with a Quill pen using India Ink. The telephone poles were bold, black, straight, arms stretched to electrical wires. I looked to the hills beyond the grass fields and saw the dramatic layered gray of mountain ranges as often featured in black and white photographs. 

“I can see clearly now!” [(Musical notes] The day before, I had a lens clouded with cataracts removed from my right eye and replaced with an inter-ocular lens.? And then, on a different route coming from that post-opt visit, ten brilliant white egrets—stark white against emerald green—had set down in a grassy field alongside the road. I took it as a salute to my new clarity. 

I have written about Vision Training, where specific relaxation techniques or exercises can help a person see better. However, cataracts are another thing, coming with age or U.V. damage. As I drove, I noticed my hands on the steering wheel were littered with brown spots—I knew they were there, but not as severe as I was seeing them. Oh dear, this is serious, I see the crumbs and lint in the crevasses of the car’s console. 

I felt like the protagonist in one of Ray Bradbury’s short stories, a myopic hero suddenly put on glasses, and images, previously unknown to him, suddenly popped into view. Pores on people’s faces particularly annoyed him. 

I’m not annoyed. I love seeing. I’m a happy camper.

On the world front:

One thing I wanted to mention. Have you noticed that we tend to get a cold or flu when we are stressed? 

This stress can be physical–we’re exhausted, we’re over-extended ourselves in work, or with exercise. We got over-chilled. We didn’t sleep, we’ve been eating a lot of junk, we’re worried, be it with finances or world conditions. Our relationships suck, or we had some physical malady that concerned us. We’re mad at somebody, enraged that they hurt us, feel bullied and victimized. We’re concerned for our kids or our lot in life. We’re generally disgruntled and hate those people who think differently from us. And What happens? The flu develops into a pandemic.

I’m not saying that the people who caught the flu are responsible for catching it—people do pick up germs, and sometimes the germs win. (I’m sorry.) I’m proposing that the virus got to critical mass because of how we’ve been, how we’ve treated other people, how polarized we’ve been. We’ve been stirred up and kept in that state of agitation for a long time. That makes fertile ground for illnesses. 

It’s a thought. I could be all wet.

What do you think?

P.S. According to a neurosurgeon, John E. Sarno, “If an imbalance occurs on a spiritual level and is not addressed, it will move to a mental level. If it is not addressed there, it will move to an emotional level. If it is not addressed there, it will move to a physical level, where it is very difficult to ignore.