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.

Open Thread, Readers please post

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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.

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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.

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.

A Phrase to Contemplate..

When I sat down to make a journal entry this morning, this phrase popped into my mind, so I wrote it down…”Evolve In Place!”

Along with the phrase, came a visual of a tall pyramid, which immediately began to fade away, to be replaced by a mind-picture of a deep still pond, as it would appear if one had just tossed a pebble into the middle of it, with the ripples radiating outward.

I’ve learned to just allow phrases and visuals to  simply sit quietly  in my mind, and not leap upon them with this inquisitive  rational mind that demands to know  “the meaning” of it all, immediately!

Patience…patience…:)

Now comes more of a sensing, than a clear thought..that I am receiving something I really need to “grok” on a pretty deep level…that isn’t easy to put into words.

I am sensing however, that it has something to do with changing structures here: that it is of no use to view anything as a pyramid, or hierarchal structure anymore.  That it’s time to stop “striving ahead, or upward”, toward any previously understood outcome or form.

Because it won’t be there. It’s somewhere else. In the pond? Under the ripples?

In any case, it’s an attractive option to one whose body is aging and periodically retiring it’s various parts and pieces!  I can handle this sitting quietly by a still deep pond, tossing in a pebble now and then, and following it in my mind,  as it slowly sinks downward, to a new home place.

What did this phrase whisper to you, I wonder?

Wyoming Wanderings

I have a dog who has generously allowed me to share her life for the past 10 years.  Her name is Sundancer,  she is a Great Peraneese herding dog originated in those great mountains in Spain.  She has been the sweetest, most loving and fun dog I have ever had.

In our life in Idaho, which has been almost all of her life, she has not been allowed to roam freely because of the Highway my house is situated on.  I have lost 3 dogs on that highway over the years.

Since we came to Wyoming the end of September, she has loved being absolutely free and able to explore, but she has been slowly introducing herself into the new found freedom. . .not just running, or walking, off on her own.  She has been eager to go with me or Debbie on a walk down the road or across the road to Deb’s sister’s house.  Even in those small jaunts (in the scheme of the vast openness here) she has shown great enjoyment and pleasure.

Earlier this past week she began taking the long walk over to sister Sue’s house to visit Buck, the black Lab that she has fallen head over paws for.  It has been so much fun for me to see her enjoy herself so much.  She has acquainted herself with the closest neighbors and their dogs.  She is so happy to see any of them that she almost wiggles out of her skin.

She met one of the neighbors a bit further down the road (one I haven’t met yet) and his small white terrier.  She was so thrilled with meeting this small little fella she was almost dancing as she walked along with them.

Yesterday she made two trips over to visit Buck and then went on a longish exploration of the neighbors to the North of us for her third trip.  For a good old girl of 140 pounds who hasn’t had a lot of opportunity for that sort of exercise she is so happy and enjoying herself it is just a JOY for me to see.

These are not short little walks, they are a quarter mile or a half mile each way as homes here are 20 or 40 acres apart.  She is getting some great exercise and seems to be loving it.  So is her mom, Shirl.

Now, I know in the scheme of things this is no big deal or of great importance to anyone, but my heart just is overflowing with how much enjoyment she is having.  It is something she and I share.  I am loving enormously my life and times here. . .it is wonderful to know that my furry friend is so filled with the joy of it too.

Hugs

Shirl

Today..

Today,  I apparently exist in the WordPress Universe! Tomorrow I probably won’t, so will take advantage of my temporary existence to say Hello and check in.

I am still alive and able to sit up and take nourishment. Hey, it’s a start.

I think I’ve stumbled on the reason for my existence. There’s some grand experiment going on that someone signed me up for, and it’s to find out how long one can exist independently with the fewest possible working body parts.  On my best days, I operate with one third of a (working) spine, one bionic knee and one crumbling knee, two functional hips, and one functional arm and hand.

On my worst days, I go with 1/16th of a spine, two hips functioning at 1/4 capacity each, one bionic knee, and one half of one arm in operation.

Now I know I could make better use of our wonderful medical system if I wanted to, and have at least four more joints replaced with bionic wonders. However, since the likelihood of surviving even one surgery with out acquiring a new and potentially deadly strain of staph or MRSA infection is topping 50 % now, I will pass. Plus, my chances of getting through even one more go around with this wonderful medical system, without getting arrested for committing homicide, are ZERO,  period. No thank you vera much!

Wheels were invented for good reasons. I have 15 of them now, between a walker, a scooter, a wheelchair and my van. And since I spent the first 55 years of my life not only ON my feet, but running my butt off 24/7, raising kids and working as a nurse in understaffed settings, I damned well deserve to sit the hell down NOW!

Where there’s a will, there’s a way. Often it’s not ones first choice, but still, there IS.. always..a ” way,” and more often than not..the “way” that appears instead, turns out to be ten times better than the one we would have chosen in the first place!

I was going to make a pile of money after my kids were raised, so I could travel and “see the world”, then retire to my beautiful, paid for big log cabin on a river in the north woods.

Instead, a couple of pot-smoking night maintenance men in a nursing home used furniture wax on the floors instead of floor wax, creating an ice skating rink on which I fell and wrecked my back, and ended up on full disability at age 55!  (after going broke first, of course!)

Was I ever pissed!

But here I am, 13 years later, and on most days I feel like the richest, most fortunate person in the world.

Yep, even with this worn out body, and this tiny little income.

When I dreamed of traveling the world, I was yearning for ADVENTURE!  Well, I got adventure all right, just not the kind I ordered!  Once old doorways were slammed in my face, new ones opened wide…that I never would have discovered..that led to no end of incredible, creative adventures that found me cavorting across stages in two states running a theater project for actors with disabilities!  Beat the hell out of emptying bedpans and sticking needles in folks.  Next thing I knew I was on a jet plane on my way to Texas, where it happens I found a pretty nifty life companion who was willing to come back here with me! (I’d given up on that possibility years before!)

Ok, OK,  so this two bedroom apartment in  a “Senior” building isn’t a fancy log home in the North Woods.

But it’s warm and cozy and full of cats, and when our toilet died all we had to do is pick up the phone and a brand new one magically appeared!  No yard care , building mainentence, no worries, and a van tucked away in a warm underground garage to take me to see the woods when I want to.

The internet has taken me all over the world…to all the places I yearned to see, and to people I would never have met any other way.

All this open time and freed up energy has given me ample room for personal journeying, and spiritual growth that has left me, (most of the time, ) with a peace of mind and level of contentment, serenity, and enjoyment of life I could never have dreamed existed before.  I don’t know where the fears all went, but they don’t live here anymore.

Oh, it’s not nirvana, I have my share of  “dimmer” days and some where I turn into a whineycat sissy, or  a snarling cougar! But only for little while, usually.

Then it’s time to meet the next adventure!

Which may take the form of spending two hours in the clouds, traveling with them. Or this..deciding to write “something”…anything…without a single plan or purpose,  without caring how it sounds or who will like it or not..simply for the sheet joy of writing…!!

With that, I shall mosey on!

Is everyone Ok

Hey don’t force me to write something here, lol.  So I am curious to know especially if Whisel is ok, since this is the longest time since she has written here.  Please let me know and also Scribe were you able to log on after I fixed it for you.

Ok, I  guess I will have to write something bigger than this so I will plan on it for the afternoon.  Meanwhile a very good and wonderful day to you all.