I spent most of Tuesday on the USC campus writing. It was a very long conversation with God and I may post it when I get it typed. It is some 28 handwritten pages in length.
I love to write in long hand. I love the scratch of the pen upon the page. It somehow connects me to all the writers down through time. It is a very meditative sound and I have come to find very reassuring for almost always it means I am in communication with God.
I am traveling today back east to hold a retreat with dear friends and to visit other friends and of course family.
Blessings, everyone!
The Journey continues . . .
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
A New Writing
I know that many were a little surprised by, and perhaps a little dismayed by, the discussion of Sacred Lovemaking contained in my last writing.
I understand others objections to such material, yet I was compelled to post it. I realize that such postings, such writings may cause others to question if I am indeed talking to God. I can almost hear their thoughts,"This doesn't sound like any God that I ever heard of."
That is the point of such writings, in fact, it is the point of all of my writings. To expand your understanding of God, just as my own understanding about God has been expanded.
I realize the last couple of writings may be considered controversial. I hesitated to post them and I will admit I have even hesitated to receive other writings. You will read about that in this writing.
I will warn you that the discussion continued\s along the lines of the last one. God and I were discussing sexuality and spirituality and my book.
I hope you find it of interest.
Once again, just click on My Writings to the right of this posting and you will be taken to my latest writing.
Blessings.
I understand others objections to such material, yet I was compelled to post it. I realize that such postings, such writings may cause others to question if I am indeed talking to God. I can almost hear their thoughts,"This doesn't sound like any God that I ever heard of."
That is the point of such writings, in fact, it is the point of all of my writings. To expand your understanding of God, just as my own understanding about God has been expanded.
I realize the last couple of writings may be considered controversial. I hesitated to post them and I will admit I have even hesitated to receive other writings. You will read about that in this writing.
I will warn you that the discussion continued\s along the lines of the last one. God and I were discussing sexuality and spirituality and my book.
I hope you find it of interest.
Once again, just click on My Writings to the right of this posting and you will be taken to my latest writing.
Blessings.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
I continue to be amazed
Even after six years of being able to talk to God, I continue to be amazed by the process. I have received hundreds, if not thousands, of pages of communication; yet I am still left in awe.
Over the last couple of days I have been typing my latest writing. I hope to be able to post it in the near future. I usually write using pen and ink. As I have shared before, I love the sound of the pen scratching upon the page. And there is still a scratch even though I am using a gel ink pen. This present writing took me several hours to receive and is 15 pages (7 pages front and back + 1).
Yet I am finding that as I am typing it, the communication continues. Sometimes I am adding a sentence of my own but more often than not, it is God who is expanding on his previously shared thought.
It's an amazing process. And I sometimes worry about it.
Those of you who really know me will not be surprised that I tend to be a worry wart. Usually over some inane detail that no one else cares about. Let me explain my present worry.
I realize it is difficult for some to believe that I am truly talking to God. The God that appears in most of my writings is not the God that we grew up with at Sunday School. The God that I communicate with is very loving and understanding and seems to be much better at understanding the human condition and the experience we call life. These communications have brought me great understanding and have strengthened my faith.
I do my very best to share these writings verbatim. I openly admit that these communications often come rapid fire and that I am taking dictation as fast as I can. Because of this the writings are not always grammatically correct. I try to correct this when I type them.
Now comes writings like this one, when I am not only editing them for grammar, but God is adding dialogue. I fear that if someone were to read the handwritten version and the typed version that it appears that I am putting words in God's mouth.
In the past, I dealt with this issue rather severely. I destroyed my handwritten notebooks. I felt guilty about doing so and can't bring myself to do so again. Yet I worry.
So instead, I have tried to more frequently share the details of this process. I know there are others who receive communications in a like manner from angels or from God or both. They ,I am sure, will understand what I am speaking about in these paragraphs.
Still, all in all, this process leaves me in awe. The words come to me an instant before I write them. I then write my side of the dialogue and once again receive a response. And so it goes as I write within my journal.
I am now finding that the same thing is happening as I type these writings. More communication comes. Often explaining or expanding upon a thought.
Whether in the pen and ink process or the keyboard process I am truly blessed to receive these communications. I openly admit that I am very good at doing so. That is simply because of practice. As I said before, I have received hundreds of pages.
One final thought. One that I have repeatedly shared. There is nothing that I do that anyone else could not also do if they would simply listen. With practice, anyone can receive the hundreds of pages that I do.
Just try it. I dare you.
Blessings.
Over the last couple of days I have been typing my latest writing. I hope to be able to post it in the near future. I usually write using pen and ink. As I have shared before, I love the sound of the pen scratching upon the page. And there is still a scratch even though I am using a gel ink pen. This present writing took me several hours to receive and is 15 pages (7 pages front and back + 1).
Yet I am finding that as I am typing it, the communication continues. Sometimes I am adding a sentence of my own but more often than not, it is God who is expanding on his previously shared thought.
It's an amazing process. And I sometimes worry about it.
Those of you who really know me will not be surprised that I tend to be a worry wart. Usually over some inane detail that no one else cares about. Let me explain my present worry.
I realize it is difficult for some to believe that I am truly talking to God. The God that appears in most of my writings is not the God that we grew up with at Sunday School. The God that I communicate with is very loving and understanding and seems to be much better at understanding the human condition and the experience we call life. These communications have brought me great understanding and have strengthened my faith.
I do my very best to share these writings verbatim. I openly admit that these communications often come rapid fire and that I am taking dictation as fast as I can. Because of this the writings are not always grammatically correct. I try to correct this when I type them.
Now comes writings like this one, when I am not only editing them for grammar, but God is adding dialogue. I fear that if someone were to read the handwritten version and the typed version that it appears that I am putting words in God's mouth.
In the past, I dealt with this issue rather severely. I destroyed my handwritten notebooks. I felt guilty about doing so and can't bring myself to do so again. Yet I worry.
So instead, I have tried to more frequently share the details of this process. I know there are others who receive communications in a like manner from angels or from God or both. They ,I am sure, will understand what I am speaking about in these paragraphs.
Still, all in all, this process leaves me in awe. The words come to me an instant before I write them. I then write my side of the dialogue and once again receive a response. And so it goes as I write within my journal.
I am now finding that the same thing is happening as I type these writings. More communication comes. Often explaining or expanding upon a thought.
Whether in the pen and ink process or the keyboard process I am truly blessed to receive these communications. I openly admit that I am very good at doing so. That is simply because of practice. As I said before, I have received hundreds of pages.
One final thought. One that I have repeatedly shared. There is nothing that I do that anyone else could not also do if they would simply listen. With practice, anyone can receive the hundreds of pages that I do.
Just try it. I dare you.
Blessings.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
I Have Moved
Relax! No, I am not moving back to Illinois.
I simply have moved into a bigger room within the household. My housemate's teenage son moved out to his own apartment. This left his bigger room available. I spent most of yesterday moving my stuff.
I spent the most time moving my wall of quotes. The positive energy of these quotes surround me as I sleep. Well, almost surround me, I need to add a few more to the headboard space. At times, I think I have enough quotes that I could cover all for walls with them. I just need to print them out. So much to do, so little time. :)
I think the most glaring thing about this picture is that I am badly in the need of a new bedspread. I bought this rustic patterned one on clearance when I lived in the barn in Goldhill, Oregon.
The best and worse things about this room are the glorious windows. While I sit in my lounge chair I look out upon the landscape. Somehow it makes me feel closer to nature. There is also a wonderful nightscape to look out upon. I do most of my writing and typing while in this lounge chair and so I do love this sitting area.
You will notice I have placed my angel collection upon the windowsill. I like the way they are backlit by the morning light or the moonlight at night.
I am not a morning person, and there is far too much light in the morning, so the shutters do get closed. Of course, the angels are not very happy when I close the shutters but they do seem to prefer the windowsill to the shelves I could have put them on.
I keep a few pictures near my chair, including one of Brother Tree that I frequently glance at as I work.
All in all, I do like my new space. I think I will be staying for a while longer. I do like California. More accurately I like the personal growth and development that I have gone through since arriving here. Sadly, the same opportunities do not exist in the Midwest.
I do miss my friends and family and am so glad that we have been able to stay in touch via phone and email
Blessings to everyone.
I simply have moved into a bigger room within the household. My housemate's teenage son moved out to his own apartment. This left his bigger room available. I spent most of yesterday moving my stuff.
I spent the most time moving my wall of quotes. The positive energy of these quotes surround me as I sleep. Well, almost surround me, I need to add a few more to the headboard space. At times, I think I have enough quotes that I could cover all for walls with them. I just need to print them out. So much to do, so little time. :)
I think the most glaring thing about this picture is that I am badly in the need of a new bedspread. I bought this rustic patterned one on clearance when I lived in the barn in Goldhill, Oregon.
The best and worse things about this room are the glorious windows. While I sit in my lounge chair I look out upon the landscape. Somehow it makes me feel closer to nature. There is also a wonderful nightscape to look out upon. I do most of my writing and typing while in this lounge chair and so I do love this sitting area.
You will notice I have placed my angel collection upon the windowsill. I like the way they are backlit by the morning light or the moonlight at night.
I am not a morning person, and there is far too much light in the morning, so the shutters do get closed. Of course, the angels are not very happy when I close the shutters but they do seem to prefer the windowsill to the shelves I could have put them on.
I keep a few pictures near my chair, including one of Brother Tree that I frequently glance at as I work.
All in all, I do like my new space. I think I will be staying for a while longer. I do like California. More accurately I like the personal growth and development that I have gone through since arriving here. Sadly, the same opportunities do not exist in the Midwest.
I do miss my friends and family and am so glad that we have been able to stay in touch via phone and email
Blessings to everyone.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
On This Day
On this day of my birth, I have been reflecting upon my life and particularly about these past few weeks. I am aware of many deep changes in my persona and in my life.
The more I understand about myself, the deeper my sense of peace and harmony. Over the last few weeks and months I have tried to bring balance into my life. And I think, to the most part, I have accomplished that.
Part of these balance, part of the this peace and harmony, is directly due to my awareness of the beautiful world around me. I feel extremely connected to nature, to the earth. It's not something I am observing, but something I am. I am part of the planet.
These concepts may be either too grandiose for some, or perhaps too airy-fairy. Yet my life has been transformed. This is not a Californian thing but a spirituality thing. I certainly live in a household where such thoughts are not just welcomed, but commonplace. I live amongst spiritual peers and we are a blessing onto each other.
Moving here is one of the best decisions I have made. Even as it has distanced me from those that I hold near and dear.
On this day, I honor and bless:
all that have been in my life,
are in my life,
and will be in my life.
I sincerely pray that I have enriched your life as you have enriched mine.
Blessings.
The photo was taken a week ago during my visit to the redwoods. Brother Tree is behind me.
Thursday, April 08, 2010
It Can Happen
Things can happen that I don't fully understand.
I spend most of Easter Weekend with a slight sore throat. I didn't think much of it, as I had spent a lot of time talking, and thought that was the cause of the soreness.
On the way back home on Sunday afternoon and evening, I started sneezing and blowing my nose. Great: a cold.
On Monday, I noticed gunk around my left eye. And I assumed the cold had moved to my eye as sometimes happens with nasal congestion.
But by Monday night, I suspected it was Pink Eye. Tuesday morning I confirmed this with my housemate and picked up an over-the-counter treatment. To no avail.
Wednesday, morning it had moved the right eye as well. The discharge seemed worse than the left had been.
Not taking any chances, I did go to the doctor and get a antibiotic eye treatment and a Zpak of oral antibiotic.
The only irritating thing has been the itch in my eyes and my fatigue the last couple of days.
I know that Pink Eye is most often associated with childhood and I seriously don't remember ever getting it, but do remember my neighbors getting it.
I have no idea how I contacted it, but it can happen even as an adult. Knowing it is contagious, I have been extremely cautious, using hand sanitizer and such.
Today, is the first day I have felt like working, and am hoping this means I am over the worse. The cold has been more at the nuisance stage than at the full-blown stage although the doctor thought I had the start of a nasal infection.
Oh, and there was another snafu as my prescription card would not work. that I had a problem with my health insurance when my left eye went blind. I got that straightened out, and I'm sure I'll get my prescription coverage back as well.
Not having the coverage helped me to appreciate the plight of those without such coverage. The eyedrops were $107 and the Zpak was $45. I'm sure I'll get it back, but I certainly wondered how others would afford it.
And so the Journey continues . . .
I spend most of Easter Weekend with a slight sore throat. I didn't think much of it, as I had spent a lot of time talking, and thought that was the cause of the soreness.
On the way back home on Sunday afternoon and evening, I started sneezing and blowing my nose. Great: a cold.
On Monday, I noticed gunk around my left eye. And I assumed the cold had moved to my eye as sometimes happens with nasal congestion.
But by Monday night, I suspected it was Pink Eye. Tuesday morning I confirmed this with my housemate and picked up an over-the-counter treatment. To no avail.
Wednesday, morning it had moved the right eye as well. The discharge seemed worse than the left had been.
Not taking any chances, I did go to the doctor and get a antibiotic eye treatment and a Zpak of oral antibiotic.
The only irritating thing has been the itch in my eyes and my fatigue the last couple of days.
I know that Pink Eye is most often associated with childhood and I seriously don't remember ever getting it, but do remember my neighbors getting it.
I have no idea how I contacted it, but it can happen even as an adult. Knowing it is contagious, I have been extremely cautious, using hand sanitizer and such.
Today, is the first day I have felt like working, and am hoping this means I am over the worse. The cold has been more at the nuisance stage than at the full-blown stage although the doctor thought I had the start of a nasal infection.
Oh, and there was another snafu as my prescription card would not work. that I had a problem with my health insurance when my left eye went blind. I got that straightened out, and I'm sure I'll get my prescription coverage back as well.
Not having the coverage helped me to appreciate the plight of those without such coverage. The eyedrops were $107 and the Zpak was $45. I'm sure I'll get it back, but I certainly wondered how others would afford it.
And so the Journey continues . . .
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
The Beloved Forest
Yesterday, on my Journey of the Heart blog, I spoke of visiting my beloved redwood forest. Again and again the meditations speak of the energy of the forests. Today's meditations speaks of Buddhism rising out of the forest.
I know such peace while in the forests. Yes, particularly, the redwoods forest, but all forest. The same is true when I am in a park that is filled with old trees.
I find that I somehow walk softer upon the earth when I am in forests. As I receive peace from the forest, I give back love, peace and harmony.
Most of all I am hold the trees and the forest in honor and respect. And in moments I include the entire earth in that thought.
Blessed Be.
I know such peace while in the forests. Yes, particularly, the redwoods forest, but all forest. The same is true when I am in a park that is filled with old trees.
I find that I somehow walk softer upon the earth when I am in forests. As I receive peace from the forest, I give back love, peace and harmony.
Most of all I am hold the trees and the forest in honor and respect. And in moments I include the entire earth in that thought.
Blessed Be.
Monday, April 05, 2010
A Great Weekend
I had a whirlwind weekend in the Bay area. I was visiting both family and friends. Each day seemed to be packed full of activities. My cousins prepared a turkey dinner on Friday night. There is just something about a roasted turkey that says both family and home.
On the way home I was able to visit Brother Tree in my favorite redwood forest. The weather varied between drizzle and rain. There was one family who were persevering to hold a family celebration but other than than that my two friends and I were the only people in the forest.
It was damp and cold. It was near fifty degrees and with wind and cold it felt good to be bundled up including gloves. Despite the weather it is was still great to visit the forest. It was quiet, and serene. And somehow more alive.
Of course the forest is alive. Yet as I stood and listened to the rain hit the leaves and it drip down to the ground, the forest seems to surround me in its energy.
Brother Tree particularly offered warmth and comfort, as I stepped into him to commune with him. And yes, I'm a confirmed tree hugger!
Blessings upon the Earth!
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