Applied Mindfulness, Meteors, and Pie!

This morning I was reading a post titled “Part 134, Relationship Rules in the True Way, and a Starship Rescue Planned,” by Dr. Kathryn E. May.  Go read it, it’s worthwhile.  I would post parts, but she prefers that the post remain in it’s entirety, and this is a long response.

Maintaining a loving attitude toward everyone around me, all day long, is not a simple exercise.  Yes, this is applied mindfulness.

Sometimes I have to mindfully remove myself, either physically or just from the conversation, before I start strangling the ones I love.  I think my problem lies in that I was partially raised by Homer Simpson.  Luckily I was Lisa, not Bart.  Image But we parent how we were parented, and I am ashamed to say that I’ve heard my father’s words slip from my tongue in moments of stress.  DOH!

Practicing forgiveness is powerful and it starts with forgiving myself.  I believe that when my children or my husband annoy me, it’s because they’re reflecting my creation back at me.  The things about my son that bug me the most, are the things he does that are just like me.  And it’s painful to look in that mirror sometimes.

Then I remember that it’s just a fun house mirror, and I’m looking at a terrible distortion of something that really isn’t that bad.

Same is true for public encounters.  When I’m upset, angry, worried, rushed, or generally snarky, the people around me are too.  Rather than get angrier, I’m learning to step away and get myself right again and the angry people seem to disappear from my universe.  They can’t stand to be around me apparently.  Yay!

It’s a whole lot easier to love everyone I come into contact with when they’re lovable, so first I have to love myself and be lovable.

In Dr. May’s post, I love the suggestion to get into connection with everyone you meet BEFORE you speak a word.  Make eye contact and feel empathy for the person.

Making eye contact one is interesting in my household, with my partially-sighted husband, who does make eye contact, but when he looks at me is usually focused lower than that, and my autistic son, who doesn’t consistently make eye contact.  (When I do, it seems to make him a little uncomfortable…interesting.)

I’ve been making eye contact and smiling at people in public, a lot for months now.  As I walk through stores, sometimes even as I drive, I’ve connected with people.  I’ve learned to savor the looks I get, some people quite obviously think I’m crazy or on drugs.  Some don’t seem to see me at all.  Some smile back.  Some people actually talk to me!  (Oh, and the babies just stare at me and I smile and stare right back.)

As I’ve done this, it has cemented the idea that we are all one.  I have come across a few that are not of me, or like to think that they’re not.  I have come across a few that my intuition said RUN! and I have, no time for questions right then.

I went to Dr. May’s post because of the word of a meteorite speeding toward Earth on a direct trajectory that is supposed to hit tonight.  Of course, it’s not on the news at all.  I am thankful to read Dr. May’s words that we are protected and it will be exploded before impact.  I do so deeply hope that this event could finally provide an opportunity for Disclosure.

I appreciate the news, and I’ll fishing in the mainstream for corroboration, but there’s no point in my worrying too much about death raining down from “above.”  We’re tiny little specks on a tiny little planet, a direct impact could wipe us out and there’s not a thing I can do about it but die with grace with love on my lips and in my heart.  (And trust that I truly don’t die, that this is all really an illusion with really great special effects.)

Live each day as if it could be your last.  Maybe it’s just my last day of living the status quo. (oooh, there’s a delicious thought!)

Traveling Through the Dreamscapes

I don’t always remember my dreams.  I remember snippets, I remember that I’m busy, I remember places in my dreams that I’ve never been, and frequently I go back to these places.  When I’m there, I remember how to get to other places and who lives two blocks over.

This was a new one, or possibly just a new perspective.  And so vivid that I remember it clearly six hours later.

My husband and I were in a toy shop of some sort and there was an outdoor terrace.  When we went outside we were 8-9 stories up in a building, looking out over a very crowded city with lots of patios and terraces.  I remember seeing someone’s striped umbrella and small table.  A woman next to me gasped and pointed at the red brick building about a block away.  (One o’clock from my perspective and 10 degrees higher from where I stood.)

It was a huge building.  Makes me think of this:Image This is London Terrace, which I’d never seen before I started looking for buildings that match this dream image.

The top of one of the lower corners that was topped with something white (it had a gargoyle or decorative plinth of some sort,) was wobbling.  I told my husband and suddenly, the whole section leaned, coming apart from the main building with a sickening lurch, raining bricks down on people and patios and trees and cars.  It didn’t collapse straight down like 9/11, this one fell outward.  I saw the striped umbrella get squished under a piece of wall.

The wall of debris was getting closer.  I knew people were dying in that building and underneath it.  I pulled my very calm husband back into the shop, and closed the door and everything was quiet.  The shopkeeper told us that the store was closing and kicked us all out.

I was upset at what I’d seen, and a bit frustrated that my husband remained so inexplicably calm.  He told me it was all an illusion and maybe we can find a toy shop that doesn’t close so early.

I woke up in my bed, shaken at how vivid this dream was.

Poofness 3-24-13…”Slight delay of the finish”…(“It really is the end and activity has already begun”)

I really like this cover by Heart. Wow! I had to click it just because I couldn’t recognize the Led Zeppelin song by the title.

As for the message…I’m waiting with an open mind.

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Highlights

  • It really is the end and activity has already begun.
  • The old grey mare ain’t what she used to be, fellas. That greed will get you every time. It’s a vice that will no longer be permitted.
  • Don’t be shocked when the announcements begin, truth can be a real humdinger, and some won’t even believe the evidence when it’s put at the end of their noses.
  • The ripping down of the ‘Lie’ curtain is happening folks, for the whole world.
  • The C is in the atmosphere now… The pope got it and signed off straight away.

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Poofness 3-17-13…”Slight delay of the finish”

Greetings and Salutations;

Most of what I have to say, is in the song. It really is the end and activity has already begun. Some must have lost their minds to defy the treasury sec, as if they had a choice…

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Tuesday Evening on Mount Olivet

I just read a post at American Kabuki that made me think of the Urantia book.

What exactly, I’m not sure. I’m not exactly a serious scholar of the Urantia book.  But I remember some of my favorite study groups had to do with The Life of Jesus, the last quarter of the book, and there was some discussion about shifting to a holographic planet.  It was a long time ago and it could have been off-topic discussion.  Sigh.  Little snippets of remembrances that might be meaningful are annoying.  But it was quite clear, I can remember whose living room I was sitting in and what it smelled like.

Here’s the paragraph I read:

“Good day dear ones! I am Hatonn, and I am here to tell you that so much is happening within the framework of what will be in place when the mess is cleaning up. There is so much that has been readied and will be set into place when all of the rubble is cleared away and the ones who created it have either seen their folly, or have been taken to their own holographic planet. They don’t even recognize their power of creativity to the utmost, for this holographic planet is of their creation. They are so dependent on keeping their power that they have secured their desire to reign and have separated themselves even further from the rest of humanity.”

I went surfing for the terms holographic and planet at urantia.org just to see what would come up.  Nothing much, but I was still poking.  I decided to search end times and poked around through the quotations to see what rang true.  I paged through pages of links, til one seemed right.  The link I followed was to a paper called Tuesday Evening on Mount Olivet.  I glanced over it, but nothing really jumped out at me.  It’s easier to play magic book with a physical book.

I looked up and grabbed my copy of the Urantia book down off the shelf, asked for something relevant, and opened the book.  (Toward the back, as I have this sense that the reference that I’m looking for is toward the back.  But pfffft…it’s a huge book.)

The page I opened up to in my copy of the Urantia book is Tuesday Evening on Mount Olivet, on page 1917.  The hair on my arms kind of stood up as the chill ran through me.  Like I said, it’s a big book.  To randomly open up to a paper that is only seven pages long in a nearly 3,000 page book….well, there are no coincidences and I do call it magic book.  I figured there must be something here for me to read.  I was drawn to the lower left side of the page and read:

(1917.1) 176:3.5 “To every one who has, more shall be given, and he shall have abundance; but from him who has not, even that which he has shall be taken away. You cannot stand still in the affairs of the eternal kingdom. My Father requires all his children to grow in grace and in a knowledge of the truth. You who know these truths must yield the increase of the fruits of the spirit and manifest a growing devotion to the unselfish service of your fellow servants. And remember that, inasmuch as you minister to one of the least of my brethren, you have done this service to me.

(1917.2) 176:3.6 “And so should you go about the work of the Father’s business, now and henceforth, even forevermore. Carry on until I come. In faithfulness do that which is intrusted to you, and thereby shall you be ready for the reckoning call of death. And having thus lived for the glory of the Father and the satisfaction of the Son, you shall enter with joy and exceedingly great pleasure into the eternal service of the everlasting kingdom.”

 

Bing!  The answer I got is that holographic planets aren’t for me, so no need to worry it.  My job is to carry on serving my fellow servants, and in doing so, growing in grace and in knowledge of the truth.  Not exactly the reference I was looking for, but relevant, indeed.  Be careful what you ask for.  (Actually, it should be very precise in what you ask for.)

Wouldn’t it be nice if there is some truth that “all the mess is getting cleaned up” as so many channelers have intimated?  In the meantime, I’m cleaning up the messes in my own life and in my head.  I would love that the energy I’m experiencing is merely a reflection of the greater whole.  I’m ready for some massive change for the better for everyone.

Living in Interesting Times

So appropriate that I’ve just been reading Terry Pratchett’s “Interesting Times.”  I AM currently living in interesting times, and it is a bit of a curse, but at least, not a boring curse.

I just spent the night at a friend’s apartment and helped her do the final packing and get her kitties to the new house.  Sounds simple, even a bit fun, right?

Not.  OMG I’m so thankful that while there was drama, it wasn’t MY drama.  At least much of it.

First the movers said, we’re getting a blizzard Saturday, so we’re rescheduling you to Friday.  AIIIIGHGHGHGH!  That messed everything up.  All the last minute packing that was to be done Friday during the day, now had to be done Thursday night.  So, I helped get my family ready for Friday morning and took off to go help pack.

The people who were living in the house that my friend has now moved into, didn’t really want to leave.  Sigh.  So when we went over at 8 am, to go park the cats and dog, the previous tenants were still in the house, not moved out, but obviously working on it.

So, we couldn’t leave the pets there.  We did leave the extra car there, and the dog and the cats all rode in the same car.  Yay 😐

I went back to the apartment and while my friend and her new housemate dealt with the movers, I sat in the car and dozed.  Finally I decided that I should drive over and be the spy who announced when they were gone.

Luckily, I was comfortable, I had things to do.  I had my phone, a book, some chocolate.  Poor kitties, though.   They were in the carrier for a long time.

The previous tenants got out just before my friend’s moving truck showed up and I managed to score a few parking places on the street for the truck.

Everything did work out, but whatta pain.

I am so thankful that I don’t have angry people in my universe very often.  They didn’t do very many spiteful things, just blew out the pilot light on the furnace, said a few rude things.  Ah well, not my move, not my problem.

I’m so thankful to be home!  And now I don’t have to help on Saturday.  Here’s what’s going on in my head…my bod’s too tired to dance that vigorously.  snoopy dance

Walking Between the Schisms

We’re involved in two types of support groups right now.  Ones for my husband and ones for my son.  I’ve noticed the same thing in both:  there is a schism in both communities.  Do we fight it and try to fix it?  Or do we accept it and embrace the difference?

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I’ve known about this schism since I first met my husband.  He has a degenerative eye disease and is legally blind, carries a cane, yet can see enough to make eye contact a see a bit.   He took me to RP support group meetings and supported the Foundation Fighting Blindness.   They raise money for research to cure or delay diseases that cause blindness.

I learned that it was a totally different approach than the National Federation of the Blind because it’s serving a different population.  The FFB is serving people who are losing their vision through degenerative disease.  The NFB is serving all blind people, many who were blind from birth, some who are losing their vision.  From that perspective blindness isn’t something to fight, it is something to adapt to.  They raise money to send people to the annual conference and help members of their support group.

I was kind of surprised to see that there is a similar schism in the Autism community.  I watched this interesting video on indiegogo.com called Citizen Autistic, it basically puts forth that not all autistic people need an organization like Autism Speaks to speak for them, they can speak for themselves just fine.  They point out that a large percentage of monies donated doesn’t actually make it out to the community, and that there are no people with autism on the board of Autism Speaks.

There’s a group of people who feel that neurodiversity and acceptance is the answer to autism.  Not defeating it, not fighting it.  This article, What is Neurodiversity? sums it up nicely for me, “The idea of Neurodiversity was developed by autistic people in opposition to the pathologizing model. According to them autistic people are not disordered. They have a different sort of order. Their brains are differently wired. They think differently. They do not want to be cured. They want to be understood.

For now, we’re walking the line between the two sides.  Interventions and therapies for my son, but learning to trust his own sort of order.  And for my husband it means, networking with NFB Support groups and learning the Apple iOS from people who are totally blind, so he can learn to use it as adaptive equipment for what vision he still has.

If there were a cure for my husband’s vision loss, he would do it in a heartbeat.  If I could help my son talk better and understand better, I would do it and be really happy about it.  Then again, everyone is different and I wouldn’t want to make them feel less like themselves.  I wouldn’t want my son to suddenly be perfectly normal (whatever that is) if he lost aspects of his personality that make him lovable or brilliant.