Marlie Elizabeth has an infection in her incision. Danny, her father, Veronica, her grandmother, Carlos, her grandfather, Michael, her brother, and I, all have colds. She can't come home from the hospital until her infection is cleared up and we are all well. Ain't that a bitch? The whole family is on antibiotics. I don't think they're working.
Marlie's surgeon thought he may have to open her up again to clean out the infection but this morning it looked a little better so we're back to the 'wait and see' game. At least she's out of the intensive care unit.
Feels a bit strange being in my daughter's home all alone. It's such a big house. Well, I'm not all alone. I have Maggie with me. I let her out onto the front courtyard when a door to door salesman came by. It freaked him out a bit. She can look quite intimidating, which in some cases is a good thing.
Gerald Ford is dead. James Brown is dead. Saddam Hussien is dead. Darcy's step-father is dead, My nephew, Alex, was in a car accident yesterday and totaled his car. A huge chunk of ice, the size of Manhattan, broke off from northern Canada in the middle of winter. Dare I ask? What's next?
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Our Christmas Miracle
There's much said about how great it was growing up in the fifties and sixties, and it was. But, there is much to be said about our modern technologies that are allowing babies to live today that wouldn't have survived fifty or sixty years ago.
Marlie was born on December 18th as planned. Her father isn't very steady on his feet in an operating room so my daughter asked me to be there with her during her surgery, just as I had been during the last one, when Michael was born. We had set our alarm clocks for 4 am and headed to Arrowhead Hospital at 5. I was dressed in the blue paper booties with the lovely matching bonnet by 7:30 and entered the operating room after Shanon had been prepped and drapped.
Her OB is a tall and handsome man with a wonderful sense of humor. While he was working behind the drape, he was chatting up a storm. He's a SNL fan, as is Shanon, so even though he had her belly cut open from hip to hip, she still laughed at his jokes. I learned that he loves the Rolling Stones and The Doors and I also learned, unexpectedly, the middle name for Marlie. He was trying to pull her out as the nurse was pushing down on Shanon's upper belly and he said, "Come on Marlie Elizabeth. It's time." "Marlie Elizabeth?" I asked and he said..."Ooops. Did I let the cat out of the bag?" He did, but it was perfectly timed because just then he lifted her up and held her so that Shanon could see her baby girl. I said immediately that she looks just like her brother. Shanon and Danny make beautiful babies. She was 8 pounds, born on the 18th at 8 am.
When we were all cleaned up and back in the family room Shanon was able to nurse, which she wasn't able to do with her first. Michael had been taken right away to the neo-natal ICU because he had a problem that I can't spell. Pneumo-thorax? He had to wait a week to nurse but he got the hang of it and Marlie did too.
Monday afternoon Marlie Elizabeth met her other grandparents and her big brother,Michael. He didn't seem to be all that impressed with the bundle of joy we were all goo-goo over. He just wanted to sit in my lap and play. He's three and a half now so we didn't expect much more than that.
Tuesday the nurse came in to tell Shanon that the baby had a heart murmer. We didn't worry too much about that because Shanon had one when she was growing up and it never caused a problem. But, the nurse seemed concerned. Overly concerned. Marlie continued to nurse that day but by Wednesday it was obvious she had a problem.
I got the call from Shanon at 11 pm Wednesday. She was sobbing. Marlie was in trouble. A helicopter was flying her to another hospital, St. Joseph's. She had a very serious and life threatening heart defect. Her aorta was closing up causing her lower body and organs to be starved for blood. The blood was backing up into her heart and lungs. This condition also has a name but I don't remember it...all I remember is flying down the freeway to St. Josephs Hospital in Phoenix. Shanon and Danny arrived a few minutes after I did and they looked like you would expect, red and swollen eyes, Shanon moving slowly because of her recent surgery and Danny right by her side. It was heartbreaking.
My mother taught me to be a positive thinker. "Think the best and the best will be." That can sometimes sound the same as being in denial or wearing rose colored glasses but you see I had an edge. I had seen Marlie in a 'reading' and she was grown and tall and beautiful so I knew this would be fine...but....
Marlie was kept in the NICU Wednesday night and Thursday night. They put in all kinds of tubes and wires. She had one in her head, one in her chest, several in her belly button, one or two in her hands and feet. She was on several medications to keep the other artery open until they could operate. Poor little thing was breathing fast and hard. The doctors decided to cut her open on her back to reach the artery. They explained that they would cut out the part that was narrowing and then sew the two ends together. The surgery was scheduled for Friday afternoon. We made calls to all of our friends and family to ask for their prayers. Shanon and Danny have many friends in Anthem, their new neighborhood. The young mothers walk together, share recipies, go to each others parties and so Thursday night at 10, we all prayed together. Seven of us sat in a circle and held hands around the candles and sent our love to Baby Marlie Elizabeth. Shanon had requested her aunties, cousins and friends in California get together at noon on Friday to do the same.
Michael stayed with his grandfather on Friday so that I could be with Shanon. I'm a very strong woman when there is a situation or an emergency. I'm a rock. I'm steady and firm in my faith. I'm the one you want when there is serious work to be done. But, when I turned the corner and entered the NICU, there was a Santa Clause standing over one of the babies, a two pounder. He was the most authentic Santa I've ever seen. His full, white beard was real. His red suit was made by elves, I'm quite certain. His head was bent over this tiny baby while a photographer snapped a picture. This Santa is a nurse in his other life, but every year, for many years now, he grows out his beard, brushes up his bushy eyebrows and walks the halls of the NICU and PICU for all the children who can't be home, just as his father before him did. The sight of this particular Santa, standing over that tiny baby, as if he was praying, caught me off guard. I lost it. That was the moment The Rock became The Puddle. It's funny the things that will set you off. The good news is it's different for Shanon and I. What sets her off doesn't affect me and what sends me off....she's tough.
After Santa left and all the punch and cookies had been replenished the nurse came in and told us it was time. She covered Marlie with a big plastic dome and put all her machines and monitors on top. Her IVs rolled right along with us as we left the NICU and took the elevator to the OR. Shanon marked an X on Marlie's left side as requested by the surgical nurse and off they went.
Shanon and I sat together in the family room and waited. The surgery itself doesn't take more than an hour or so but the prep work takes some time. They had to lower her tempurature to 32 C. among other things. It's a long two hours...the longest two hours.
The surgery was successful and Marlie was sent to PICU, (Pediatric Intensive Care Unit). A team of doctors and nurses stood around her clear plastic bed all working to set her up for recovery. They spoke in hushed whispers and each of them had a job to do. They worked in perfect, synchronistic movements. It seemed to me that they added a few tubes, wires and machines but it also seemed that little Marlie Elizabeth was breathing was a little better.
Her tempurature was raised very slowly and she slept for a few days. Her other complication was turning her very yellow, almost orange. Poor thing. I've taken pictures but I don't think I'll post them quite yet. She slept Friday, Saturday and Sunday. She was unable to be fed other than with an IV. We spent Christmas Eve eating cold cuts and opening a few presents at Danny's parents house. Christmas morning we tried to keep as normal as possible for Michael. I cooked breakfast and stayed home while everyone went to the hospital. Michael and I had a great time with all of his new toys, computer, cars, bike, train set, and Power Rangers. I cooked up a ham and yams for our Christmas dinner. Everyone slept in their own beds that night. I slept on the couch.
Between Danny, his parents, Shanon and I, we split shifts of visiting with Marlie and taking care of Michael. Oh, yeah,...I forgot to mention. Michael got sick and was taken to the doctor on Thursday. He has been on anti-biotics once before and wouldn't you know, he needed them again, the night before Marlie's surgery. He has a sinus infection. So, my schedule has been very crazy. I have Michael half of the time. I'm keeping the house clean doing laundry, cooking, driving the hour to and from the hospital, twice today, and trying to stay healthy myself. Poor Maggie, the dog, has been neglected. She has a big yard here but no walks except for one on Christmas Day and no dog park either. She'll be glad to get home.
It's four a.m. Shanon is sleeping in the hospital tonight so she can start nursing. She's been pumping her breasts for a week and has stocked up on a gallon or two of breast milk. She's my Dairy Queen! Marlie has been getting breast milk through her feeding tube for a couple of days now. They started her on two CC's an hour. That's no more than half an eye dropper full. They increased it one CC every six hours. She's done so well that tonight she gets her mommy's breast, as God intended. Danny worked yesterday and sleeps at the Ronald McDonald House near the hospital. They've had a room there since all of this started. Michael is asleep but just called out to me, "Grandma?"
The worst is over. Shanon and Danny have to take an infant CPR class in the morning and have Marlie's car seat checked to make sure her condition won't be compromised by an ill-fitting seat.
If the day go well, we may have our baby home on December 28th. That was her original due date and the date of my father's birthday.
I'm going back to bed now. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. The New Year should be splendid.
-
Marlie was born on December 18th as planned. Her father isn't very steady on his feet in an operating room so my daughter asked me to be there with her during her surgery, just as I had been during the last one, when Michael was born. We had set our alarm clocks for 4 am and headed to Arrowhead Hospital at 5. I was dressed in the blue paper booties with the lovely matching bonnet by 7:30 and entered the operating room after Shanon had been prepped and drapped.
Her OB is a tall and handsome man with a wonderful sense of humor. While he was working behind the drape, he was chatting up a storm. He's a SNL fan, as is Shanon, so even though he had her belly cut open from hip to hip, she still laughed at his jokes. I learned that he loves the Rolling Stones and The Doors and I also learned, unexpectedly, the middle name for Marlie. He was trying to pull her out as the nurse was pushing down on Shanon's upper belly and he said, "Come on Marlie Elizabeth. It's time." "Marlie Elizabeth?" I asked and he said..."Ooops. Did I let the cat out of the bag?" He did, but it was perfectly timed because just then he lifted her up and held her so that Shanon could see her baby girl. I said immediately that she looks just like her brother. Shanon and Danny make beautiful babies. She was 8 pounds, born on the 18th at 8 am.
When we were all cleaned up and back in the family room Shanon was able to nurse, which she wasn't able to do with her first. Michael had been taken right away to the neo-natal ICU because he had a problem that I can't spell. Pneumo-thorax? He had to wait a week to nurse but he got the hang of it and Marlie did too.
Monday afternoon Marlie Elizabeth met her other grandparents and her big brother,Michael. He didn't seem to be all that impressed with the bundle of joy we were all goo-goo over. He just wanted to sit in my lap and play. He's three and a half now so we didn't expect much more than that.
Tuesday the nurse came in to tell Shanon that the baby had a heart murmer. We didn't worry too much about that because Shanon had one when she was growing up and it never caused a problem. But, the nurse seemed concerned. Overly concerned. Marlie continued to nurse that day but by Wednesday it was obvious she had a problem.
I got the call from Shanon at 11 pm Wednesday. She was sobbing. Marlie was in trouble. A helicopter was flying her to another hospital, St. Joseph's. She had a very serious and life threatening heart defect. Her aorta was closing up causing her lower body and organs to be starved for blood. The blood was backing up into her heart and lungs. This condition also has a name but I don't remember it...all I remember is flying down the freeway to St. Josephs Hospital in Phoenix. Shanon and Danny arrived a few minutes after I did and they looked like you would expect, red and swollen eyes, Shanon moving slowly because of her recent surgery and Danny right by her side. It was heartbreaking.
My mother taught me to be a positive thinker. "Think the best and the best will be." That can sometimes sound the same as being in denial or wearing rose colored glasses but you see I had an edge. I had seen Marlie in a 'reading' and she was grown and tall and beautiful so I knew this would be fine...but....
Marlie was kept in the NICU Wednesday night and Thursday night. They put in all kinds of tubes and wires. She had one in her head, one in her chest, several in her belly button, one or two in her hands and feet. She was on several medications to keep the other artery open until they could operate. Poor little thing was breathing fast and hard. The doctors decided to cut her open on her back to reach the artery. They explained that they would cut out the part that was narrowing and then sew the two ends together. The surgery was scheduled for Friday afternoon. We made calls to all of our friends and family to ask for their prayers. Shanon and Danny have many friends in Anthem, their new neighborhood. The young mothers walk together, share recipies, go to each others parties and so Thursday night at 10, we all prayed together. Seven of us sat in a circle and held hands around the candles and sent our love to Baby Marlie Elizabeth. Shanon had requested her aunties, cousins and friends in California get together at noon on Friday to do the same.
Michael stayed with his grandfather on Friday so that I could be with Shanon. I'm a very strong woman when there is a situation or an emergency. I'm a rock. I'm steady and firm in my faith. I'm the one you want when there is serious work to be done. But, when I turned the corner and entered the NICU, there was a Santa Clause standing over one of the babies, a two pounder. He was the most authentic Santa I've ever seen. His full, white beard was real. His red suit was made by elves, I'm quite certain. His head was bent over this tiny baby while a photographer snapped a picture. This Santa is a nurse in his other life, but every year, for many years now, he grows out his beard, brushes up his bushy eyebrows and walks the halls of the NICU and PICU for all the children who can't be home, just as his father before him did. The sight of this particular Santa, standing over that tiny baby, as if he was praying, caught me off guard. I lost it. That was the moment The Rock became The Puddle. It's funny the things that will set you off. The good news is it's different for Shanon and I. What sets her off doesn't affect me and what sends me off....she's tough.
After Santa left and all the punch and cookies had been replenished the nurse came in and told us it was time. She covered Marlie with a big plastic dome and put all her machines and monitors on top. Her IVs rolled right along with us as we left the NICU and took the elevator to the OR. Shanon marked an X on Marlie's left side as requested by the surgical nurse and off they went.
Shanon and I sat together in the family room and waited. The surgery itself doesn't take more than an hour or so but the prep work takes some time. They had to lower her tempurature to 32 C. among other things. It's a long two hours...the longest two hours.
The surgery was successful and Marlie was sent to PICU, (Pediatric Intensive Care Unit). A team of doctors and nurses stood around her clear plastic bed all working to set her up for recovery. They spoke in hushed whispers and each of them had a job to do. They worked in perfect, synchronistic movements. It seemed to me that they added a few tubes, wires and machines but it also seemed that little Marlie Elizabeth was breathing was a little better.
Her tempurature was raised very slowly and she slept for a few days. Her other complication was turning her very yellow, almost orange. Poor thing. I've taken pictures but I don't think I'll post them quite yet. She slept Friday, Saturday and Sunday. She was unable to be fed other than with an IV. We spent Christmas Eve eating cold cuts and opening a few presents at Danny's parents house. Christmas morning we tried to keep as normal as possible for Michael. I cooked breakfast and stayed home while everyone went to the hospital. Michael and I had a great time with all of his new toys, computer, cars, bike, train set, and Power Rangers. I cooked up a ham and yams for our Christmas dinner. Everyone slept in their own beds that night. I slept on the couch.
Between Danny, his parents, Shanon and I, we split shifts of visiting with Marlie and taking care of Michael. Oh, yeah,...I forgot to mention. Michael got sick and was taken to the doctor on Thursday. He has been on anti-biotics once before and wouldn't you know, he needed them again, the night before Marlie's surgery. He has a sinus infection. So, my schedule has been very crazy. I have Michael half of the time. I'm keeping the house clean doing laundry, cooking, driving the hour to and from the hospital, twice today, and trying to stay healthy myself. Poor Maggie, the dog, has been neglected. She has a big yard here but no walks except for one on Christmas Day and no dog park either. She'll be glad to get home.
It's four a.m. Shanon is sleeping in the hospital tonight so she can start nursing. She's been pumping her breasts for a week and has stocked up on a gallon or two of breast milk. She's my Dairy Queen! Marlie has been getting breast milk through her feeding tube for a couple of days now. They started her on two CC's an hour. That's no more than half an eye dropper full. They increased it one CC every six hours. She's done so well that tonight she gets her mommy's breast, as God intended. Danny worked yesterday and sleeps at the Ronald McDonald House near the hospital. They've had a room there since all of this started. Michael is asleep but just called out to me, "Grandma?"
The worst is over. Shanon and Danny have to take an infant CPR class in the morning and have Marlie's car seat checked to make sure her condition won't be compromised by an ill-fitting seat.
If the day go well, we may have our baby home on December 28th. That was her original due date and the date of my father's birthday.
I'm going back to bed now. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. The New Year should be splendid.
-
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Love According to Shinn
Every woman on this planet is taking her initiation in love. "A new commandment I give unto you, that ye love one another." Ouspensky states, in Tertium Organum, that "love is a cosmic phenomenon" and opens the fourth dimensional world. "The World of the Wondrous."
Real love is selfless and free from fear. Real love pours itself out upon the object of its affection without demanding any return. Its joy is in the joy of giving. Love is God in manifestation and the strongest magnetic force in the Universe.
Pure, unselfish love draws to itself its own; it does not need to seek or demand. Scarcely anyone has the faintest conception of real love. When people are selfish, tyrannical, or fearful in their affections, they lose the thing they love. Jealousy is the worst enemy of love, for the imagination runs riot, seeing the loved one attracted to another, and invariably these fears objectify if they are not neutralized.
With love usually comes terrific fear. Nearly every woman comes into the world with a mythical woman in the back of her mind who seems to rob her of her love.
She has been called "the other woman". Of course, it comes from a woman's belief in duality. So long as shevisualizesinterference, it will come.
With these thoughts, it is usually very difficult for a woman to see herself loved by someone. These affirmations are to impress the truth of the situation upon her subconscious mind for in reality there is only oneness.
LOVE AFFIRMATIONS
As I am one with God, the Undivided One, I am one with my undivided love and undivided happiness.
The Light of the Christ within now wipes out all fear, doubt, anger, and resentment. God's love pours through me, an irresistible magnetic current. I see only perfection and draw to me my own.
Devine Love, through me, now dissolves all seeming obstacles and makes clear, easy, and successful my way.
I love everyone and everyone loves me. My apparent enemy becomes my friend, a golden link in the chain of my good.
I am at peace with myself and with the whole world. I love everyone and everyone loves me. The floodgates of my good now open.
Real love is selfless and free from fear. Real love pours itself out upon the object of its affection without demanding any return. Its joy is in the joy of giving. Love is God in manifestation and the strongest magnetic force in the Universe.
Pure, unselfish love draws to itself its own; it does not need to seek or demand. Scarcely anyone has the faintest conception of real love. When people are selfish, tyrannical, or fearful in their affections, they lose the thing they love. Jealousy is the worst enemy of love, for the imagination runs riot, seeing the loved one attracted to another, and invariably these fears objectify if they are not neutralized.
With love usually comes terrific fear. Nearly every woman comes into the world with a mythical woman in the back of her mind who seems to rob her of her love.
She has been called "the other woman". Of course, it comes from a woman's belief in duality. So long as shevisualizesinterference, it will come.
With these thoughts, it is usually very difficult for a woman to see herself loved by someone. These affirmations are to impress the truth of the situation upon her subconscious mind for in reality there is only oneness.
LOVE AFFIRMATIONS
As I am one with God, the Undivided One, I am one with my undivided love and undivided happiness.
The Light of the Christ within now wipes out all fear, doubt, anger, and resentment. God's love pours through me, an irresistible magnetic current. I see only perfection and draw to me my own.
Devine Love, through me, now dissolves all seeming obstacles and makes clear, easy, and successful my way.
I love everyone and everyone loves me. My apparent enemy becomes my friend, a golden link in the chain of my good.
I am at peace with myself and with the whole world. I love everyone and everyone loves me. The floodgates of my good now open.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Your Spoken Word
The power of the spoken word! My, my, my....we do make a mess of things when we aren't paying attention to our thoughts, words and deeds.
A woman friend of mine had a habit of saying, "I'm sick and tired of ....(fill in the blank)." She was "sick and tired" of her husband making all the decisions. She was "sick and tired" of her maid who was always showing up late. She was "sick and tired" of her family. She was "sick and tired" of having to take care of her estate. She was "sick and tired" of having to shop for clothes because nobody ever carries her size. "Sick and tired" became her unconscious mantra.
After years of repeating to God, to the Universe and her subconscious mind that she was "sick and tired" her body began to give out. She has been diagnosed with several diseases. Heart disease, liver disease, thyroid disease, ulcers, Sjogrens Disease, arthritis, depression and who knows what else, because she convinced God and the universe and her subconscious that that is what she wanted. "Ask and ye shall receive!"
All power is given to each woman to bring "her heaven" upon "her Earth" through right thinking. This is the goal of the Game of Life.
"Death and Life are in the power of the tongue" PROV. 18:21
"There is peace on Earth for the woman who sends goodwill to all!
"Whatsoever a woman soweth that shall she also reap."
If a women gives hate, she will receive hate; if she gives love she will receive love; if she gives criticism, she will receive criticism; if she lies, she will be lied to; if she cheats, she will be cheated.
Be diligent with your mind and imagination. Don't let your little mind wander off to play in dangerous neighborhoods. Keep her clean, safe and positive and she will bring you wondrous experiences.
Say is out loud! "I am Love. I am Joy. I am Peace. I am Grace."
A woman friend of mine had a habit of saying, "I'm sick and tired of ....(fill in the blank)." She was "sick and tired" of her husband making all the decisions. She was "sick and tired" of her maid who was always showing up late. She was "sick and tired" of her family. She was "sick and tired" of having to take care of her estate. She was "sick and tired" of having to shop for clothes because nobody ever carries her size. "Sick and tired" became her unconscious mantra.
After years of repeating to God, to the Universe and her subconscious mind that she was "sick and tired" her body began to give out. She has been diagnosed with several diseases. Heart disease, liver disease, thyroid disease, ulcers, Sjogrens Disease, arthritis, depression and who knows what else, because she convinced God and the universe and her subconscious that that is what she wanted. "Ask and ye shall receive!"
All power is given to each woman to bring "her heaven" upon "her Earth" through right thinking. This is the goal of the Game of Life.
"Death and Life are in the power of the tongue" PROV. 18:21
"There is peace on Earth for the woman who sends goodwill to all!
"Whatsoever a woman soweth that shall she also reap."
If a women gives hate, she will receive hate; if she gives love she will receive love; if she gives criticism, she will receive criticism; if she lies, she will be lied to; if she cheats, she will be cheated.
Be diligent with your mind and imagination. Don't let your little mind wander off to play in dangerous neighborhoods. Keep her clean, safe and positive and she will bring you wondrous experiences.
Say is out loud! "I am Love. I am Joy. I am Peace. I am Grace."
A Letter From Jesus (I guess he uses the internet)
Dear Children:
It has come to my attention that many of you are upset that folks are taking My name out of the season. Maybe you've forgotten that I wasn't actually born during this time of the year and that it was some of your predecessors who decided to celebrate My birthday on what was actually a time of pagan festival, although I do appreciate being remembered anytime.
How I personally feel about this celebration can probably be most easily understood by those of you who have been blessed with children of your own. I don't care what you call the day. If you want to celebrate My birth just, GET ALONG AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
Now, having said that, let Me go on. If it bothers you that the town in which you live doesn't allow a scene depicting My birth, then just get rid of a couple of Santas and snowmen and put in a small Nativity scene on your own front lawn. If all My followers did that there wouldn't be any need for such a scene on the town square because there would be many of them all around town.
Stop worrying about the fact that people are calling the tree a holiday tree, instead of a Christmas tree. It was I who made all trees. You can and may remember Me anytime you see any tree. Decorate a grapevine if you wish...
If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of My birth, here is my wish list. Choose something from it.
1. Instead of writing protest letters objecting to the way My birthday is being celebrated, write letters of love and hope to soldiers away from home. They are terribly afraid and lonely this time of year. I know; they tell Me all the time.
2. Visit someone in a nursing home. You don't have to know them personally. They just need to know that someone cares about them.
3. Instead of writing George, your president, complaining about the wording on the cards his staff sent out this year, why don't you write and tell him that you'll be praying for him and his family this year. Then follow up. It will be nice hearing from you again.
4. Instead of giving your children a lot of gifts you can't afford and they don't need, spend time with them. Tell them the story of My birth, and why I came to live with you down here. Hold them in your arms and remind them that I love them.
5. Pick someone that has hurt you in the past and forgive him or her.
6. Did you know that someone in your town will attempt to take their own life this season because they feel so alone and hopeless? Since you don't know who that person is, try giving everyone you meet a warm smile. It could make the difference. Also, you might consider supporting the local Hotline: they talk with people like that every day.
7. Instead of nit picking about what the retailer in your town calls the holiday, be patient with the people who work there. Give them a warm smile and a kind word. Even if they aren't allowed to wish you a "Merry Christmas," that doesn't keep you from wishing them one. Then stop shopping there on Sunday. If the store didn't make so much money on that day they'd close and let their employees spend the day at home with their families.
8. If you really want to make a difference, support a missionary, especially one who takes My love & Good News to those who have never heard My name. You may already know someone like that.
9. Here's a good one. There are individuals and whole families in your town who not only will have no "Christmas" tree, nor will they have any presents to give or receive. If you don't know them (and I suspect you don't) buy some food and a few gifts and give them to the Marines, the
Salvation Army or some other charity which believes in Me and they will make the delivery for you.
10. Finally if you want to make a statement about your belief in, and loyalty to Me, then behave like a Christian. Don't do things in secret that you wouldn't do in My presence. Let people know by your actions that you are one of mine.
Check out the list above and get to work; time is short. I'll help you, but the ball is now in your court. And do have a most blessed Christmas with all those whom you love and remember.
ALWAYS REMEMBER I LOVE YOU!
Jesus"
It has come to my attention that many of you are upset that folks are taking My name out of the season. Maybe you've forgotten that I wasn't actually born during this time of the year and that it was some of your predecessors who decided to celebrate My birthday on what was actually a time of pagan festival, although I do appreciate being remembered anytime.
How I personally feel about this celebration can probably be most easily understood by those of you who have been blessed with children of your own. I don't care what you call the day. If you want to celebrate My birth just, GET ALONG AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
Now, having said that, let Me go on. If it bothers you that the town in which you live doesn't allow a scene depicting My birth, then just get rid of a couple of Santas and snowmen and put in a small Nativity scene on your own front lawn. If all My followers did that there wouldn't be any need for such a scene on the town square because there would be many of them all around town.
Stop worrying about the fact that people are calling the tree a holiday tree, instead of a Christmas tree. It was I who made all trees. You can and may remember Me anytime you see any tree. Decorate a grapevine if you wish...
If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of My birth, here is my wish list. Choose something from it.
1. Instead of writing protest letters objecting to the way My birthday is being celebrated, write letters of love and hope to soldiers away from home. They are terribly afraid and lonely this time of year. I know; they tell Me all the time.
2. Visit someone in a nursing home. You don't have to know them personally. They just need to know that someone cares about them.
3. Instead of writing George, your president, complaining about the wording on the cards his staff sent out this year, why don't you write and tell him that you'll be praying for him and his family this year. Then follow up. It will be nice hearing from you again.
4. Instead of giving your children a lot of gifts you can't afford and they don't need, spend time with them. Tell them the story of My birth, and why I came to live with you down here. Hold them in your arms and remind them that I love them.
5. Pick someone that has hurt you in the past and forgive him or her.
6. Did you know that someone in your town will attempt to take their own life this season because they feel so alone and hopeless? Since you don't know who that person is, try giving everyone you meet a warm smile. It could make the difference. Also, you might consider supporting the local Hotline: they talk with people like that every day.
7. Instead of nit picking about what the retailer in your town calls the holiday, be patient with the people who work there. Give them a warm smile and a kind word. Even if they aren't allowed to wish you a "Merry Christmas," that doesn't keep you from wishing them one. Then stop shopping there on Sunday. If the store didn't make so much money on that day they'd close and let their employees spend the day at home with their families.
8. If you really want to make a difference, support a missionary, especially one who takes My love & Good News to those who have never heard My name. You may already know someone like that.
9. Here's a good one. There are individuals and whole families in your town who not only will have no "Christmas" tree, nor will they have any presents to give or receive. If you don't know them (and I suspect you don't) buy some food and a few gifts and give them to the Marines, the
Salvation Army or some other charity which believes in Me and they will make the delivery for you.
10. Finally if you want to make a statement about your belief in, and loyalty to Me, then behave like a Christian. Don't do things in secret that you wouldn't do in My presence. Let people know by your actions that you are one of mine.
Check out the list above and get to work; time is short. I'll help you, but the ball is now in your court. And do have a most blessed Christmas with all those whom you love and remember.
ALWAYS REMEMBER I LOVE YOU!
Jesus"
Friday, December 08, 2006
Psychic
In Greek the word psychic means, "of the soul". When we use our psychic ability, which we all have, we are tuning into the energy of the soul, or the natural life force that permeates every living creature and every inanimate object. How many times have you thought of someone and minutes later have them call you on the phone? Or you think of a song and within a minute or two it's playing on the radio or in the doctors office? Have you ever walked into an empty room only to feel the energy of people who had been there in the past? We all were born with this ability to connect with the energy around us and receive the messages, warnings, directions.
Psychic energy is at play in the plant and animal world, as well. My friend Donald used to talk to his plants and play music for them. He swore he could hear them calling for water when he was neglecting their needs. I used to have a book about communicating with plants....I'll have to find that. I think it was called, "The Secret Life of Plants".
Animals, as I've come to experience with my new dog, Maggie, have the ability to communicate with energy. The Dog Whisperer says a dog can feel energy being transmitted through a leash. If the dog walker is tense or afraid the dog will respond. He says over and over..."Stay calm and assertive." Dogs, cats, birds have the ability to feel an approaching natural disaster. Many people have reported that their pets were acting nervous or hiding when an earthquake hit or just before a tornado blew by. How did they know? They didn't hear it on the radio or get it from Eyewitness News.
I did a reading for a man last week. He asked me about his relationship with his girlfriend. He wanted to know what the future held for them. I saw a baby. I thought, "Oh dear...." I wondered if this was going to be good news or not. As always, that is not for me to decide. So, I told him. "I see a baby." He said they've been discussing having children. Well, then....Are you ready for the rest of the story as I see it? I should ask people before I begin a reading, if they want to hear everything. As it turned out the reading clarified all the questions he had in his head but couldn't put into words. All the information came to ease his mind and put him in touch with the reality of his beliefs and explained the feelings he was having about the future with her. These little answers, little messages from the other side, have a powerful impact on people. So, I've decided to offer 15 minute sessions. Sometimes people just have one question. One burning desire to understand something or hear from someone. Not everyone needs the marathon readings I've been doing lately. Three and four hours of dialog with spirits and guides isn't always necessary.
Psychic energy is at play in the plant and animal world, as well. My friend Donald used to talk to his plants and play music for them. He swore he could hear them calling for water when he was neglecting their needs. I used to have a book about communicating with plants....I'll have to find that. I think it was called, "The Secret Life of Plants".
Animals, as I've come to experience with my new dog, Maggie, have the ability to communicate with energy. The Dog Whisperer says a dog can feel energy being transmitted through a leash. If the dog walker is tense or afraid the dog will respond. He says over and over..."Stay calm and assertive." Dogs, cats, birds have the ability to feel an approaching natural disaster. Many people have reported that their pets were acting nervous or hiding when an earthquake hit or just before a tornado blew by. How did they know? They didn't hear it on the radio or get it from Eyewitness News.
I did a reading for a man last week. He asked me about his relationship with his girlfriend. He wanted to know what the future held for them. I saw a baby. I thought, "Oh dear...." I wondered if this was going to be good news or not. As always, that is not for me to decide. So, I told him. "I see a baby." He said they've been discussing having children. Well, then....Are you ready for the rest of the story as I see it? I should ask people before I begin a reading, if they want to hear everything. As it turned out the reading clarified all the questions he had in his head but couldn't put into words. All the information came to ease his mind and put him in touch with the reality of his beliefs and explained the feelings he was having about the future with her. These little answers, little messages from the other side, have a powerful impact on people. So, I've decided to offer 15 minute sessions. Sometimes people just have one question. One burning desire to understand something or hear from someone. Not everyone needs the marathon readings I've been doing lately. Three and four hours of dialog with spirits and guides isn't always necessary.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
The Holidays have arrived....holy mole.
Busy, busy, busy.
It's becoming more challenging to stay on top of this blog as business and personal demands have grown and multiplied. There are parties to attend, classes that are on-going, an out-of-town guest to entertain and a family to care for. Oh yes....and a dog. Not so little a task, this dog. Anyway, I'm here for the moment to touch bases with my loyal readers. You! I love you guys.
My website is going to be outstanding as I've finally decided on a web mistress of the highest quality. Her name is Mae and she's a local California girl. Her website is www.webworkit.com
I just fell in love with her. She has the kind of experience I need and ideas I never would have thought of. She thinks BIG! Ya gotta love it.
2006 has been a magical year of change and transformation. 2007 is launching all the changes into the stratosphere. There will be book deals (finally!) a television show, international travel, and who knows what else! What a wonderful creation!
That's all the time I have for now. But, I will be writing again soon and often. This blog address will have a link on the website. It's all good!
It's becoming more challenging to stay on top of this blog as business and personal demands have grown and multiplied. There are parties to attend, classes that are on-going, an out-of-town guest to entertain and a family to care for. Oh yes....and a dog. Not so little a task, this dog. Anyway, I'm here for the moment to touch bases with my loyal readers. You! I love you guys.
My website is going to be outstanding as I've finally decided on a web mistress of the highest quality. Her name is Mae and she's a local California girl. Her website is www.webworkit.com
I just fell in love with her. She has the kind of experience I need and ideas I never would have thought of. She thinks BIG! Ya gotta love it.
2006 has been a magical year of change and transformation. 2007 is launching all the changes into the stratosphere. There will be book deals (finally!) a television show, international travel, and who knows what else! What a wonderful creation!
That's all the time I have for now. But, I will be writing again soon and often. This blog address will have a link on the website. It's all good!
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