I have been ill with the virus going around and am starting to get better slowly as the virus works it's way out of my body. Had to attend my course last evening as I had to hand over two assignments and do a presentation.
As I came home and got into my jamas and a warm cardi I sat down in the living room to have a cuppa and a bite to eat as my house mate was doing the same. As we both sat and munched I had a strange feeling come over me. I was as if not quite present in this world, but not quite present in any other dimension either. Had very wispy and fleeting flashes of impressions like memories flash through, but could not quite catch them, but I knew they were not of this dimension, but another I was almost in. It was an oddest of sensations and it took me awhile to really ground myself back into this reality. As I did I told my friend about it and felt as if something phenomenal had happened. It was as if I was walking ( sitting) between the Worlds, one foot in one and another in the other and then just simply stayed a second or two in what my friend called a ' limbo land' till I was fully present here again.
I was amazed as it was a first time I had experienced such so strongly and I felt we are in the verge of moving fully to the higher dimension and that I was experiencing the higher dimensional Earth and this one at the same time thus one foot in one the other in another. There seems to be like a void in between and that's where I was for awhile before fully merging with this reality again. I obviously have been there before as my fleeting memories seemed to suggest, just could not catch them. No fear, just feelings of familiarity and surprise.
Interesting and I hope feelings continue to get stronger and the experiences grow clearer including the memories.
Aaah... I have asked to have a teacher sent to me that could inspire me to a new and fresh learning and growth as I felt I was stuck somewhere between 'who cares and I am not feeling the spark' land as far as my spiritual learning is concerned and this gave me a little light at the end of the tunnel. I am waiting for the Universe to show me the way and for the Teacher/Guide to arrive whom can inspire me to the new and the fresh bubbles of joyous discovery of life and all things of spirit again. Seems am stuck in the same ol', same ol' rut and have lost the oomph and the zing of the times gone when everything was such a wonder. I used to have these bubbles of joy and excitement build up and grow within as I discovered something new that felt true and resonated with me in the deepest of the inner levels and I knew then that what I was learning and discovering was true and right for me. Those bubbles have somehow gone a little flat and I feel I need an inspiration and such little experiences give me that little bit of hope all is not lost somewhere in the mire of my mind and 3rd-4th dimensional mire. Let's hope not and the inspiration I am wanting will light up my way again sooner rather than later.
May the joy and new discoveries make you heart sing and not sink.
Butterfly 13
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
What the .....!
This morning am puzzled how some things can pop up from the past to bother one even making one angry and negative. I lay in bed just woken up when all of a sudden very negative thoughts started to pop into my head and the injustice of what happened last year still reverberates made me angry. The cowardice of the person whom was at the crux of the disaster made me steam and finally had to get up as I was almost huffing and puffing.
I feel that I should not be bothered any longer as the disaster had very blessed end results in the sense in the end, but when this coward that nearly killed a dear friend seems to be placing the blame on my friend instead of being humble and grateful that he did not end up in jail and that my friend is alive and powering on in many more ways than one makes me angry. I realize that I need to let go of it as indeed am truly grateful and ecstatic that my friend is doing so well after a horrific injury, but the injustice of trying to blame him seems to rankle me to no end.
Oh boy, that brings me to the judgment. The karmic laws of the Universe will work it out without the attachment and the emotion I have and I know all will get what they deserve in the end, but the judgment is there of this person having got away with not having to suffer the consequences of his actions and ONLY because my friend loves him and felt compassion. My friend is calm as a clam in a seawater about it all and I am the one bubbling and steaming over it all, again... dangerous as it can make it "mine" instead of "theirs" and will if am not able to let it go and flow.
Blah, and it does not make me feel good ( my compassion in this case seems to be little bit minute especially when the coward is trying to wheezle his way out of it by placing the blame on my friend), but I need to let it go rather than dwell on it as has my friend been able to do. I actually do not know the shoes these two have walked in their past and what their group karmic path involves so knowing that I rather just let it go and I suppose writing about it will help me to do just that. In a sense me involving myself in it will make it partly mine if am not careful and I don't want that. Judgment.... hard thing to catch before it happens and whoosh... we are in the midst of the mire before we realize it and the mire may not have our name on it at all. Need to let go and let God and let all those others battle the storms of their choice no matter how close one is to the centre of that storm. It would be wiser and healthier for one's equilibrium to keep the heck out of it and paddle to ones own corner of the sea as the distance will make it all look less threatening to one's own peace of mind. Thank goodness for the ability to share it through various ways as this and hopefully the wisdom of others will help even if unspoken. The releasing of it all seems to be draining away the negative....
Indeed interesting is the human psyche. It is all, but learning and I hope I am.... don't want to repeat the class....
If one desires a change, one must be that change before that change can take place.
By Gita Bellin
Looks like I have my school work cut out for me dear diary..... I think I need a Buddhist retreat or something. There is one Bowral me thinks, maybe I'll look into it. I need a calm, wise, centered and... caring guide for my heart to heal..... Where o' where are you..... One day am calm, collected and humming and the next am like an ant bitten frog, bouncing around in stingy skin with an aching heart. Bloody oath... am jumping up and down.... GRRRRR and Wa-WA-WAAAH. Tell you one thing dear diary the Guide needs the patience of the Saints, strength of Hercules and an amazing sense of humour to save his own sanity and the balance of his own soul to be able to handle this bubbling mini volcano... because if he doesn't it'll be scary and he'll whoosh outta my space post haste as some have done. Blaah... good riddance to a weak product...
Oh boy..... a big sigh.....
BF13 a memeber of the Sisterhood of Wa-Wa-Wa....
*Wa-Wa-Wa is a nonsense word, powerful in it's ability to dismiss as "just words" things and ideas that penetrate the mind space of your day, even fearful thoughts can be dismissed simply by saying and focusing on the mantra WA-WA-WA.
Wisdom by Silver Cloud.
P.S Dear diary, this has helped and I feel better, wheeh....
I feel that I should not be bothered any longer as the disaster had very blessed end results in the sense in the end, but when this coward that nearly killed a dear friend seems to be placing the blame on my friend instead of being humble and grateful that he did not end up in jail and that my friend is alive and powering on in many more ways than one makes me angry. I realize that I need to let go of it as indeed am truly grateful and ecstatic that my friend is doing so well after a horrific injury, but the injustice of trying to blame him seems to rankle me to no end.
Oh boy, that brings me to the judgment. The karmic laws of the Universe will work it out without the attachment and the emotion I have and I know all will get what they deserve in the end, but the judgment is there of this person having got away with not having to suffer the consequences of his actions and ONLY because my friend loves him and felt compassion. My friend is calm as a clam in a seawater about it all and I am the one bubbling and steaming over it all, again... dangerous as it can make it "mine" instead of "theirs" and will if am not able to let it go and flow.
Blah, and it does not make me feel good ( my compassion in this case seems to be little bit minute especially when the coward is trying to wheezle his way out of it by placing the blame on my friend), but I need to let it go rather than dwell on it as has my friend been able to do. I actually do not know the shoes these two have walked in their past and what their group karmic path involves so knowing that I rather just let it go and I suppose writing about it will help me to do just that. In a sense me involving myself in it will make it partly mine if am not careful and I don't want that. Judgment.... hard thing to catch before it happens and whoosh... we are in the midst of the mire before we realize it and the mire may not have our name on it at all. Need to let go and let God and let all those others battle the storms of their choice no matter how close one is to the centre of that storm. It would be wiser and healthier for one's equilibrium to keep the heck out of it and paddle to ones own corner of the sea as the distance will make it all look less threatening to one's own peace of mind. Thank goodness for the ability to share it through various ways as this and hopefully the wisdom of others will help even if unspoken. The releasing of it all seems to be draining away the negative....
Indeed interesting is the human psyche. It is all, but learning and I hope I am.... don't want to repeat the class....
If one desires a change, one must be that change before that change can take place.
By Gita Bellin
Looks like I have my school work cut out for me dear diary..... I think I need a Buddhist retreat or something. There is one Bowral me thinks, maybe I'll look into it. I need a calm, wise, centered and... caring guide for my heart to heal..... Where o' where are you..... One day am calm, collected and humming and the next am like an ant bitten frog, bouncing around in stingy skin with an aching heart. Bloody oath... am jumping up and down.... GRRRRR and Wa-WA-WAAAH. Tell you one thing dear diary the Guide needs the patience of the Saints, strength of Hercules and an amazing sense of humour to save his own sanity and the balance of his own soul to be able to handle this bubbling mini volcano... because if he doesn't it'll be scary and he'll whoosh outta my space post haste as some have done. Blaah... good riddance to a weak product...
Oh boy..... a big sigh.....
BF13 a memeber of the Sisterhood of Wa-Wa-Wa....
*Wa-Wa-Wa is a nonsense word, powerful in it's ability to dismiss as "just words" things and ideas that penetrate the mind space of your day, even fearful thoughts can be dismissed simply by saying and focusing on the mantra WA-WA-WA.
Wisdom by Silver Cloud.
P.S Dear diary, this has helped and I feel better, wheeh....
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Friends
Friends, the amazing people and beings that we could not live without and even if we could we would not want to. I have been fortunate to have some whom are amazingly strong, resourceful, generous, caring, honest, balanced and loyal, down to Earth People who's hearts are as large as a Universe and beyond, whom are fiercely independent,brave and creative people. I have indeed being blessed many times over. When I falter, have a moody day, think of going and eating a can of worms, go crazy in the crazy world or just need a sounding board these Friends step up onto the stage of my of life and share the journey with me. We have laughed till our sides ache and the clouds have disappeared from the skies of our souls, we have cried till the well of the tears is dry, we have created with our minds, hearts and imaginations that are fruitful, brave and open. We also share our fears, joys, trials and hopes with an uncanny honesty and believing that we are understood and secure in the knowledge that we don't have to worry about being judged or though silly or vain.
A Friend is a person or a being you can totally be yourself with and stand in your own truth and know you have those souls right beside you. I thank you my Friends for giving me the most precious gift I could only receive from you. Your caring, sharing and the laughter along with your support, encouragement, empathy, wisdom, honesty and loyalty means I am still sane. I would not want to be without you my Friends ever in my life for it would sound hollow and empty and be cold and misty grey. You add the sunlight moments, the warm summer rain and the giggles at jumping the puddles as we adventure along side by side on our paths of life and love.
Adios Amigos, Viva La Viva "Long Live Life", Sisterhood of Wa,Wa,Wa .... :-)
Butterfly13
Do not walk in front of me for I may not follow
Do not walk behind me for I may not lead
But walk beside me and share my journey and be my friend.
A Friend is a person or a being you can totally be yourself with and stand in your own truth and know you have those souls right beside you. I thank you my Friends for giving me the most precious gift I could only receive from you. Your caring, sharing and the laughter along with your support, encouragement, empathy, wisdom, honesty and loyalty means I am still sane. I would not want to be without you my Friends ever in my life for it would sound hollow and empty and be cold and misty grey. You add the sunlight moments, the warm summer rain and the giggles at jumping the puddles as we adventure along side by side on our paths of life and love.
Adios Amigos, Viva La Viva "Long Live Life", Sisterhood of Wa,Wa,Wa .... :-)
Butterfly13
Do not walk in front of me for I may not follow
Do not walk behind me for I may not lead
But walk beside me and share my journey and be my friend.
Monday, April 30, 2007
We are great if we believe in ourselves with muddy feet and all...
When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their bonds; your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction and you find yourself in a new, great and wonderful world. Dormant forces, faculties and talents become alive and you discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be. By Patanjali
Belief, faith and trust.... three very hard and at times difficult things to do and have when we are in the throes of the 3rd-4th dimensional exsistence. We get lot of information are bombarded by huge amounts of very positive advise and assistance, but at times even the hardiest soul must falter and doubt if not the information then their own sanity and that of others. I know from my own personal experience that to be so and I must say my Guides and Team must have the patience of the Saints and their unconditional Love would surely be tested to the limits when I start kicking, screaming and spitting poison at them and life. I have visualized myself falling into a large, muddy hole on my path and rolled around like a little, pink piggie feeling sorry for myself and making such noise that me thinks even Mother/Father Creator Energy would slap a pair of earmuffs on as to lessen the impact of the racket on their Heavenly eardrums.
Eventually as I have had my fill of sulking, swearing and trying to drown my own sorry arse into the mire I finally stand up and shake myself free from the muddy goop and look up. Lo and behold, but whom do I see... Hark.... it is, but my Guides standing by the hole waiting for moi to extract myself from the sticky and dark sorry- for- myself substance. Aaahhh.... "DON'T give me a hand I CAN get up there by myself" I mumble as I start climbing up the slimy and slippery of my sorry- for- myself hole. Well... after numerous attempts to climb up and finding myself sliding down I sit and ponder should I roll around in the muck some more, but come to a conclusion that am bored with the whole hole and need to get up into the sun again. I manifest The Great Mountain Climbing Boots onto my muddy feet and some large railway nails and climb I do. After fair bit of mumbling, some more swearing and huffing and puffing I finally start to emerge out of the hole as my boots and the spikes keep me from slipping down again. The large railway nails help me to have more grip and FINALLY I emerge from the hell hole I so willingly almost jumped into. As I finally reach the edge and I slam the nail after the other over the edge to haul myself out I notice with some smugness that my friend Lazarus jumps backward as not to get nailed to the ground by his toes. Hmph, he'd have some sharing to do of his experience with the good 'ol Sanada... I muse as I finally pull myself out of the hole and stand up facing my Guides and Friends a tad sheepishly at my own silly stuff. Their faces are lit up with wide grins as they try and not laugh out as their Earthly charge finally stands with them again. As I admit and understand my reasoning for my fall and the consequent lesson that I had just over come the selfsorry, muddy critter dissapears and I am washed clean and dried by the sun as I stand and smile, shaking my head.
What is there to do, but turn toward the path leading me home again and hand in hand walk along with my good and dear friends and soulmates in the higher dimension and maybe even sing a song or two.... till the next fall and as THEY have said at times am sure " Ooops, here we go again..." and all they can see are my heals dissapearing into the hole and hear a lot of racket.
What is it with a human nature ( well, at least with mine)... we JUST can't seem to give ourseves a break, but have to work like Hercules at making it as difficult as possible and the path as winding and as full of obstacles as we possibly can. Beats me.... I have a whole wardrobe of mountain climbing boots and other tools to assist me out of my swampy mire and mountanious holes as I tend to identify with Shrek at times instead of the Earth Angels and one day ( fingers crossed) I'll earn my wings as I traverse my path with the boots slung over my shoulder, the pickaxe in one hand and the shovel in the other. My companions gracefully allow me my swamps and the holes as I deal with my negative side and they are ever ready to help if I happen to ask when my own ego does not prevent me from doing so. The wise part of me sometimes slaps the ego face down side up and and asks for assist and I do receive it post haste most of the time. Thank you my patient and loving companions, without you this journey would be totally with my nose scraping the road all the way home.
There is a saying that gives me some hope, heheh....
It is in self-limitation that a Master first shows himself..... By J.W Von.Goethe
Wonder if he had the same road as it seems the road well travelled, heh....:-)
Belief, faith and trust.... three very hard and at times difficult things to do and have when we are in the throes of the 3rd-4th dimensional exsistence. We get lot of information are bombarded by huge amounts of very positive advise and assistance, but at times even the hardiest soul must falter and doubt if not the information then their own sanity and that of others. I know from my own personal experience that to be so and I must say my Guides and Team must have the patience of the Saints and their unconditional Love would surely be tested to the limits when I start kicking, screaming and spitting poison at them and life. I have visualized myself falling into a large, muddy hole on my path and rolled around like a little, pink piggie feeling sorry for myself and making such noise that me thinks even Mother/Father Creator Energy would slap a pair of earmuffs on as to lessen the impact of the racket on their Heavenly eardrums.
Eventually as I have had my fill of sulking, swearing and trying to drown my own sorry arse into the mire I finally stand up and shake myself free from the muddy goop and look up. Lo and behold, but whom do I see... Hark.... it is, but my Guides standing by the hole waiting for moi to extract myself from the sticky and dark sorry- for- myself substance. Aaahhh.... "DON'T give me a hand I CAN get up there by myself" I mumble as I start climbing up the slimy and slippery of my sorry- for- myself hole. Well... after numerous attempts to climb up and finding myself sliding down I sit and ponder should I roll around in the muck some more, but come to a conclusion that am bored with the whole hole and need to get up into the sun again. I manifest The Great Mountain Climbing Boots onto my muddy feet and some large railway nails and climb I do. After fair bit of mumbling, some more swearing and huffing and puffing I finally start to emerge out of the hole as my boots and the spikes keep me from slipping down again. The large railway nails help me to have more grip and FINALLY I emerge from the hell hole I so willingly almost jumped into. As I finally reach the edge and I slam the nail after the other over the edge to haul myself out I notice with some smugness that my friend Lazarus jumps backward as not to get nailed to the ground by his toes. Hmph, he'd have some sharing to do of his experience with the good 'ol Sanada... I muse as I finally pull myself out of the hole and stand up facing my Guides and Friends a tad sheepishly at my own silly stuff. Their faces are lit up with wide grins as they try and not laugh out as their Earthly charge finally stands with them again. As I admit and understand my reasoning for my fall and the consequent lesson that I had just over come the selfsorry, muddy critter dissapears and I am washed clean and dried by the sun as I stand and smile, shaking my head.
What is there to do, but turn toward the path leading me home again and hand in hand walk along with my good and dear friends and soulmates in the higher dimension and maybe even sing a song or two.... till the next fall and as THEY have said at times am sure " Ooops, here we go again..." and all they can see are my heals dissapearing into the hole and hear a lot of racket.
What is it with a human nature ( well, at least with mine)... we JUST can't seem to give ourseves a break, but have to work like Hercules at making it as difficult as possible and the path as winding and as full of obstacles as we possibly can. Beats me.... I have a whole wardrobe of mountain climbing boots and other tools to assist me out of my swampy mire and mountanious holes as I tend to identify with Shrek at times instead of the Earth Angels and one day ( fingers crossed) I'll earn my wings as I traverse my path with the boots slung over my shoulder, the pickaxe in one hand and the shovel in the other. My companions gracefully allow me my swamps and the holes as I deal with my negative side and they are ever ready to help if I happen to ask when my own ego does not prevent me from doing so. The wise part of me sometimes slaps the ego face down side up and and asks for assist and I do receive it post haste most of the time. Thank you my patient and loving companions, without you this journey would be totally with my nose scraping the road all the way home.
There is a saying that gives me some hope, heheh....
It is in self-limitation that a Master first shows himself..... By J.W Von.Goethe
Wonder if he had the same road as it seems the road well travelled, heh....:-)
Sunday, April 22, 2007
....more on a Little Star
Well, she arrived on Friday evening after she made us all wait for a whole day even if the C-section was scheduled for 11.30 am. Mum had to have units of blood waiting and ready in case needed and lo and behold when they took tests she was found to have rare anti bodies in it ( only 1% humans have it) and thus it took them all day to find it. I suggested to my daughter that might consider blood donations in the future.
Little Star is a beautiful baby and as was noticed she has little pixie ears and is dainty little fairy girl with round cheeks and a quiet manner. Mum and the bub are at home now well and happy after my daughter decided she had had enough after not sleeping well and wanted to go home. The doctors and the nurses tried to talk her out of it, but knowing my head strong daughter she just said " I am going and that is that!" The midwife will visit at home to check on both. It was less than 48 hours and the medical staff were concerned, but after last one the same thing happened and that time mum and the son thrived in their own environment with dad's loving care.
Being a grandma is a gift and it is nice to be able to have the fun and not the hard work thought. It is indeed a young persons job being a parent to the future generations as I am far too old to run around all day after the busy bees. I can vouch for that after looking after my grandson for the whole of one day. With a great relief I arrived at the hospital around 9 pm to drop off my grandson to see his new baby sister and his parents. WHEWWWWW..... I absolutely cannot fathom how the older women in their 50's and older cope with their newborns and toddlers as I definitely would expire and take a journey into the spirit realm. I am 52 and one day is more than plenty at one time thank you. How do those grandparents cope whom look after their grandchildren on either part or full time basis when the parents work. Am afraid am not in that league as I have been there done that with the 3 I have and am afraid I leave the responsibility of bringing up their children to them and selfcenterdly I want to have fun and give them back when good and ready. I want to have a special kind of relationship with my grandchildren which does not include becoming a substitute parent to them and taking on the task bringing them up as I think happens in a full time care. I used to work professionally as a child care worker in a very good Center so I have some knowledge of children and the care provided. Nah... Mummi just wants to enjoy and have fun as well as love 'em and then leave them when both parties need their own space. We will become friends, buddies and co- conspirators as the young ones grow and blossom and not forgetting the camping trips, star gazing, telling each other of our dreams and hopes and have a good hugs and share stories of Mummi's childhood and youth.
Good life with lots of good things even if the terrors continue in the world. Let's not get too caught up in them and add into the energy of them. Let's instead look at the life as it is and is meant to be after all the positive will win the day ... it cannot be another way as it is far stronger energy in the end. Let's have that energy and add to it and be part of a Revolution of Love and Positive Energy to best of our abilities.... that is all anyone including ourselves can ask of us.
Selamat Ja! ( Sirian for Be in Joy) :-)
Little Star is a beautiful baby and as was noticed she has little pixie ears and is dainty little fairy girl with round cheeks and a quiet manner. Mum and the bub are at home now well and happy after my daughter decided she had had enough after not sleeping well and wanted to go home. The doctors and the nurses tried to talk her out of it, but knowing my head strong daughter she just said " I am going and that is that!" The midwife will visit at home to check on both. It was less than 48 hours and the medical staff were concerned, but after last one the same thing happened and that time mum and the son thrived in their own environment with dad's loving care.
Being a grandma is a gift and it is nice to be able to have the fun and not the hard work thought. It is indeed a young persons job being a parent to the future generations as I am far too old to run around all day after the busy bees. I can vouch for that after looking after my grandson for the whole of one day. With a great relief I arrived at the hospital around 9 pm to drop off my grandson to see his new baby sister and his parents. WHEWWWWW..... I absolutely cannot fathom how the older women in their 50's and older cope with their newborns and toddlers as I definitely would expire and take a journey into the spirit realm. I am 52 and one day is more than plenty at one time thank you. How do those grandparents cope whom look after their grandchildren on either part or full time basis when the parents work. Am afraid am not in that league as I have been there done that with the 3 I have and am afraid I leave the responsibility of bringing up their children to them and selfcenterdly I want to have fun and give them back when good and ready. I want to have a special kind of relationship with my grandchildren which does not include becoming a substitute parent to them and taking on the task bringing them up as I think happens in a full time care. I used to work professionally as a child care worker in a very good Center so I have some knowledge of children and the care provided. Nah... Mummi just wants to enjoy and have fun as well as love 'em and then leave them when both parties need their own space. We will become friends, buddies and co- conspirators as the young ones grow and blossom and not forgetting the camping trips, star gazing, telling each other of our dreams and hopes and have a good hugs and share stories of Mummi's childhood and youth.
Good life with lots of good things even if the terrors continue in the world. Let's not get too caught up in them and add into the energy of them. Let's instead look at the life as it is and is meant to be after all the positive will win the day ... it cannot be another way as it is far stronger energy in the end. Let's have that energy and add to it and be part of a Revolution of Love and Positive Energy to best of our abilities.... that is all anyone including ourselves can ask of us.
Selamat Ja! ( Sirian for Be in Joy) :-)
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Today I and all my Families will be blessed with a Little Star
I am sitting here @ an early hours of a very cool morning as I woke up excited and could not go back to sleep. So I created this Blog to honor the birth of my little grand daughter today. She's readying herself to come into this world this very moment as her Mummy will be having her today with her Daddy present at her arrival. Her big brother Joshua and I will go to the Zoo to pass the time and have some one on one precious time with his Mummi.
Grandchildren are most precious of gifts this world has bestowed on me. Joshua is a most amazing little boy of four and a half years of age. He has always had his ' invisible friends' with him. His mother told me of the times when he was a toddler and he communicated with a little girl, waving to her as he was driven off by his mum to go shopping. He'd point her out to his mummy, but to no avail as his mummy could not see what Josh could with his innocent and clear eyes. Now he talks with his friends and plays with them as a natural part of his young life and I am ever so glad his parents just treat it as part of his life instead of trying to squash his perceptions.
I have a strong feeling that the little girl was Amelia, his sister waiting patiently for her turn to be present on this Earth in physical and so she spent time with her brother and her family to get to know them again as she would have known them in Spirit. Today she will finally arrive.
Joshua continues to communicate, play and share with his friends and companions and I know one of them at least would be his Spirit Guide the special, chosen one that accompanies all from the day of their birth to this world and it usually is one's Twin Soul stayed behind to learn, accompany and care for the one present in the physical. Hmmmm... my family is expanding in all realms of the higher energy today. I only won't have a New Little Star in physical, but I will also enjoy the blessed presence of those whom accompany her to this realm of Light and Dark, the place of Dualities from the higher octaves of the Universal Energy. I welcome them to this Family of Earth Peoples and Forever Young Souls whole heartedly and am honored and ever so grateful to be blessed so by all of their presence.
Welcome to the World and onto the Earth Little Star and know you are much, much Loved and eagerly waited for by us all. We Love you. We will adventure together and share the Journey as only a grandmother and a grand daughter can.
Your Mummi and your friend forever.
Grandchildren are most precious of gifts this world has bestowed on me. Joshua is a most amazing little boy of four and a half years of age. He has always had his ' invisible friends' with him. His mother told me of the times when he was a toddler and he communicated with a little girl, waving to her as he was driven off by his mum to go shopping. He'd point her out to his mummy, but to no avail as his mummy could not see what Josh could with his innocent and clear eyes. Now he talks with his friends and plays with them as a natural part of his young life and I am ever so glad his parents just treat it as part of his life instead of trying to squash his perceptions.
I have a strong feeling that the little girl was Amelia, his sister waiting patiently for her turn to be present on this Earth in physical and so she spent time with her brother and her family to get to know them again as she would have known them in Spirit. Today she will finally arrive.
Joshua continues to communicate, play and share with his friends and companions and I know one of them at least would be his Spirit Guide the special, chosen one that accompanies all from the day of their birth to this world and it usually is one's Twin Soul stayed behind to learn, accompany and care for the one present in the physical. Hmmmm... my family is expanding in all realms of the higher energy today. I only won't have a New Little Star in physical, but I will also enjoy the blessed presence of those whom accompany her to this realm of Light and Dark, the place of Dualities from the higher octaves of the Universal Energy. I welcome them to this Family of Earth Peoples and Forever Young Souls whole heartedly and am honored and ever so grateful to be blessed so by all of their presence.
Welcome to the World and onto the Earth Little Star and know you are much, much Loved and eagerly waited for by us all. We Love you. We will adventure together and share the Journey as only a grandmother and a grand daughter can.
Your Mummi and your friend forever.
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