A Thought for Today. . .

 

Everything exists for joy. There is not one other reason for life than joy. We’ve got nothing to prove to anyone, because nobody other than All-That-Is is watching. In other words, we’re not trying to get brownie points from some other galaxy. We’re not trying to get someplace else; we’re not trying to get it done, because there is no ending–we cannot get it done. Everything exists for the purpose of joy in the moment. — Abraham Excerpted from the workshop in Silver Spring, MD on Saturday, May 11th, 2002 #247 Our Love, Jerry and Esther
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Re-Reading Seth, Oversoul Seven ~ What I’ve Learned

Part I

I started reading Oversoul Seven again a couple weeks ago, slowly at first then in the last week I really sped up and finished the first book and on to the second.  This time I decided to mark out passages that I wanted to remember, so I merrily made my way though the book, outlining my way and boy did I (re)discover some new/old things and some important truths that seem to carry a lot of weight in the grand scheme.  So bang, an opportunity came just today to put my new/profound insight and/or method to work.

First, here’s a short outline of what I learned anew:

All of time is living, active and changeable.

In the past, present and future, there also resides a past, present and future in each one of them.  That in itself implies that all of the past,  present and future can be changed.

How to effect the change that you might desire in the past, present or future?

This is how I think it can work:

You go back in time to each of the places that were decisive, forks in the road, unpleasant times that shaped the you that you are now, the times you wished you had done or said more, the times you walked away or stayed to long;  and you change it.

Use the you that you are now, with all your wisdom, love and understanding and change the forks, the paths, the people, the times, the events, all of it, change it to be as you would wish now.

Imagine yourself with a loved one during a disagreement, paint the scene with love and imagine you solved the problem without a fight, that you ended it with loving and caring.  Imagine that you didn’t go on that date that set you down a path with a partner that would send your life careening towards destruction.

Now don’t expect that this will actually physically change the present time frame reality, (people will not disappear or appear) but rather that it adds a new layer and dimension to that which Became and especially that which became you. 

Be your wise future you that realizes just in time this is not the way I really want to go.  Then go on to paint each encounter, each unpleasantness, each angry and hurt felt moment with loving energy and right activity.

Adventures in Cooking and Eating

Hi Everyone.

I’ve been trying to write something about food and eating for weeks now and couldn’t get it in my head how to write it, so I guess I shall plunge on in and try.

I have a picky stomach and digestive system, sometimes on and sometimes off, mostly off kilter.  So it’s hard for me to buy, cook and eat food as I struggle to find things that I will be able to eat and so on.

During one conversation with shirlstars, she suggested I try tapioca pudding.  It had been a long time since I tasted tapioca so I thought it sounded great and a few days later I was at a store and found the pudding section.  first thing I noticed, the raw tapioca was $4.99, next to it a mix was $1.69 so I chose the mix.

Later that night I decided to make the pudding and I chose the microwave version.  I can hear your shouts of “no, you didn’t.”, trust me, I can hear them and I thought about it when I began.  Next I chose a 2 cup glass measuring cup, oh and yes I did give a moments thought to will it be big enough, but I quickly stilled that thought by deciding I would stand at the microwave and moniter the whole thing….what could go wrong.  Did I mention that said pudding required 2 cups of milk.

Everything went fine, for the first 8 min. or so, it was almost done and I hit the one minute button, and went to sit at the computer fully believing all would be well, as it was only 1 min.

After only 30 sec. I heard bubbling, squishing and popping.  Yep, you guessed it, the whole mess had boiled over and what a mess it was.  At the bottom of the measuring cup there was a teeny, tiny 1/2 cup left, I did eat it and it tasted pretty good, but most of the globules had settled to the bottom so it was a little gummy.  Oh so, so much for something to please the tummy.

Anyway I would love to have any suggestions for things to cook that may be pleasing to an erratic stomach, ….recipes appreciated.

The Second Time Around

I finished watching “The Uninvited”, and now that I know what it’s all about, I’m watching it again. I thought the first time through was a little predictable and the film would follow through as such till the end. I never expected the explanation, the meaning that was coming. So now that I know what it’s all about, I’m watching it again.

Only in the movies can we replay what we missed or what we may have misinterpreted. Too bad Life’s little scenarios can’t be replayed for comprehension or awareness to detail. Too bad we can’t see ourselves upon the screen and observe our role, our behavior, the dialogue we chose. Would we be pleased and validated? Or would we be shocked and aghast? Maybe a little of both.

The first time through the events of our lives (and the only time through) may seem like our occasions are a little predictable, formulaic. It can seem so at times. But I think, if we could see them through again, we might pick up on the clues…. see the patterns that cause our circumstances. SPOILER ALERT: Whatever we think is happening to us or within us may be a matter of perception, so if at all possible, choose to accept that it all means something much more expansive, much more significant than that which can be gleaned on the surface.

Scary, ain’t it? That all the moments of our life may be linked to the significance of our own development. That everything we say and do may be replayed for us some day and in some place as a Soul enrichment class. Yikes! Now I really need some popcorn….. with extra butter!

 

Best Wishes, Whisel*   …….   …….   so, have you seen any good movies lately?

 

Open Thread, Readers please post

(Update: I added a ratings ability to the site, check it out, it’s for the articles as well as comments.)

I’ve noticed recently from looking at the stats for this site that quite a lot of you out there are coming to this site and staying for longish periods of time.  I would like to invite you to join in our conversations.  Those of us who post here and author material did not know each other till we met on one blog or another, some here and through our conversations have come to know a bit about each other.  We would like to know a bit about you the gentle reader as well and we would like to hear whatever thoughts  or stories you may have to share.

You know we all had a first day and a first post on a blog.  so start here, pop in and tell us about you.

So what’s going on with your day or life?

Observations on Aging From an Unpredictable Mind

It’s so strange: it seems like just yesterday I was racing around in  my 1966 Pontiac GTO body, a  sleek, powerful, Burgundy/ Black Hard Top,  zero to sixty in a minute flat, take anything on the road like it was standing still!

I woke up this morning  in a  freakin’ JALOPY!!

(Pictures added by Diane, sorry could not find a wrecked jalopy pic)

Two flat tires,  only half the cylinders firing,  cracked windshield,  transmission shot,  reverse totally kaput, side panels rusted clear through,  hole in the floor boards,  doors ductaped shut!.  DAMN! What happened?!

And so it feels on  some mornings.

Old Ladies Blogging

Wise women sharing.

I never thought I would be an “Old Lady.”  In as much as I have always viewed age or our societal concept of age as a state of mind rather than a state of reality, it just was never anything I thought would have any relationship to me.  In many ways it does not.

Old ladies blogging?  I find it of interest that many of those in my “years accumulated” status have been afraid, reluctant and generally not willing to try out the “new” technology of computers and all they afford.

I got my first computer in 1992, when I was 52.  I had no idea how to use it and it was the time of moving out of dos and into windows.  Being adventurous I figured I would somehow learn to use the darn thing.  I had years of writing that I wanted to put on that 70 mb harddrive  with 2 mb  RAM machine.    What a great leap forward from my IBM Selectric typewriter!  I was pretty excited about the whole idea of it.  It seemed the possibilities were endless and I had that great new printer with it I could print all of my words out on good quality paper and hold them in my hands.

I knew nothing about computers.  When I brought the equipment home I followed all the instructions even though there were a lot of techie words I wasn’t sure I understood.  I connected computer to printer; I plugged them in and suddenly realized I had no idea how to turn it on.  I literally went looking all over the equipment looking for anything that might be an “ON” switch.  I was laughing at myself for thinking I could just set this up and be off and running when I didn’t even know how to turn it on.   Really!

The on/off switch was very cleverly hidden somewhere at the bottom back of the machine and didn’t even have the words “on/off” on it, just some foreign symbols that apparently any computer person would have recognized as obvious.

Once I had the power switch on, I began my adventure into dos codes.  Huh?  fortunately there were some phone numbers I could call if I couldn’t figure this out on my own.  I couldn’t figure this out on my own.  A few phone calls and I finally was in the thick of it.

The History of the Village

Welcome to Village blue.

I decided today to write the history and the provenance of this site.

First let me tell you a bit about myself.  I have always felt myself to be a writer, started in early childhood and really blossomed in my 40’s , (I am 66) and actually spent 10 years of my life writing full time and over time, in fact all the time.  I wrote about 5 books, 100’s of pages of poetry and many and various other types of writing, including plays, and short stories.

I never tried to publish anything, although I always wanted to have something published.  Be that as it may, in 97′ our house burned down and I lost most of my writings, except for one box that had been stored in another place.  This is when I stopped writing.  I had been going at it for years, had amassed a great volume of work and pffft it was all gone.  Of course that was before I got a computer and years before I was even able to publish on the internet.  But at that time I thought, what is the point if it could all be lost in minutes.

Fast forward to 2003, 2004, when under George Bush this country was going to hell in that old handbasket, and I started to go to political websites and eventually got very involved in two sites, Booman Tribune and Daily Kos, the giant of all blogs.  During that time I wrote countless articles for posting and  thousands of comments.  Halaluya I was back into the writing game again and how.

Those years were great fun, we were all fired up, writing like crazy, sharing our points of view and sometimes there were fights.  The fights amongst the foks at those site could go on for days and weeks and sometimes months and they left most of us mentally if not physically drained.  At one point after a pretty intense discussion with another blogger I said I have to get away from this and start a site where we can talk about anything but politics, a place where we can cleanse our souls.  There are other things in life said I to myself and I have to have a place to spend my time where I can be restored and refilled.

The Pizza Party

It was an impromptu get-together that I planned last week and immediately forgot about unti the day of, which was yesterday. Ooops! But it worked.

Oh it took a bit of mental shuffling to get myself psyched up for a gathering, rather than stay obsessing about incomplete or unstarted home projects. I was in a spin about the lack of progress in projects I’ve undertaken or wish to start. Altho I know much is due to natural causes like lack of energy or lack of sleep. But, in my magical mind, I am still 37 and able to leap tall dressers in a single bound. Unfortunately, INTJs don’t age gracefully. They just become more goat-like in their dogged determination to accomplish and achieve.

For those of you still in your younger years ~ under the age of 60, be glad to know ~ as you grow older, your mind will retain its superb imagination, altho much to the chagrin of your declining body which commands a whole different reality. I juggle illusions these days, opting for the experience of self ability and self implementation. Sometimes, and more often than I wish,  I do have to negotiate a cooperative medium, but first I have to struggle against the decreasing reserves. This part of the journey can be exhausting because, again and again, it’s about the aspect of letting-go. The body is willing, but the mind is still gung-ho and tally-ho. hohoho 

Soooooo, it was a very good thing to have this jolt in agenda. I had to push my mind out of the weary vehicle it was driving and let the pizza get behind the wheel.  And what a delight that was! Instead of being dragged up a steep mountain, I took a gentle turn toward an easy mesa where I could move slowly and happily into a social context with conversation and laughter and and company of friends. Topics of discussion included physiology, culture and philosophy. Wow!  I was excited that my brain still retained some reference points of understanding concepts beyond domestic project management and cat care! I needed that.

So my advice (to myself) is that when the struggle gets too hard, too serious, too engrossing, and you really don’t get enough sleep to differentiate one pseudo-priority from another, order a pizza. Invite others to share. Go mindless. Go friendly and open. Enjoy the crackle of laughter, the gooey mess of a sloshy, Italian pie. Everything seems less earth-shattering after a good pizza party.

Best wishes, Whisel*

Hello fellow villagers

Hi, yes it’s me and I finally found a reason to write again.  It’s a long story and I will try to make it short.

Recently I was delighted to discover a web site for a high school I went to in the 50’s and one which is very dear to my heart.   Also delighted to discover my sister was involved in the website unbeknown to me.  So time churned on and I received the following email from the site:

Starting today we are going to feature links to “member” web sites/pages. This is a trial feature. We will look at, and approve links submitted by members to their personal, or business sites/pages for inclusion in our listing.

So great I thought, I will have them include a link to this site and sent off email, it was subsequently posted.  Then2 days ago I received an email from my sister saying, the administrators of the HS  site said mine was not connected to the school and was therefore removed.  Keep in mind that other links on the site were for a tarp sales company, a novelist and a glass artist.  None of which were connected to the HS in any way, other than they had been members of the same school.