Prophetic Words?

Well, it's been three weeks since I posted about the conversation with my Uncle on what happens when we pass on from this life. Maybe they were prophetic words?

Last week he passed. He went in his sleep just like he wanted to. As a devout Catholic, he told me that he prayed the rosary every night for the well being of those he loved and that he would go in his sleep. He did.

I'm grateful that he made his transition so easily. And now I have yet another guardian angel. He has his wings and if he has the same personality in spirit that he did in this life, I imagine he is soaring like an eagle.

Rest in peace, Uncle. Bye for now.

Me & Uncle

Be good to yourself and each other. Namaste'

A Change of Worlds

"There is no death, only a change of worlds." - Chief Seattle

I've spoken to many of my friends and family about what my Mom experienced before she passed away. And when I tell them what she told me the day before she passed, there have been varied reactions. Some sighed; some cried; some were in stunned silence.

What she told me was that her Mother, my wonderful and loving Grandmother, came to her in a dream. Grandma held out her hand to Mom. Mom took her hand and they walked together. Then Mom woke up. She told me that she was disappointed that she woke up; that she wanted to stay with her Mom.

She described it as a dream, but I'm convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that Grandma came to help her take the journey home; that miraculous instant when our essence leaves our physical body.

We all want assurance that when our time comes to leave this world, someone we love will be there to help guide us home. We want to know that we will be with our loved ones again for the grand reunion our souls long for. We want to know that we will leave our suffering behind; that we will find our soul to be in the presence of God. We are spiritual beings having a human experience. So it just makes sense that, while we're having this human experience, we would like reassurance that we will go back to our "oneness."

I miss my Mom tremendously. I've found myself picking up the phone to call her several times in the past week. I will always talk to her, even though she is gone from this world. I know she hears me because I keep seeing signs of her that present themselves unexpectedly. I like to think of them as "Mom winks." They give me peace and comfort.

While looking for a pair of earrings today, I saw the necklace she gave me with "Mother" engraved on it. It was part of a set that she purchased for us. Hers was engraved with  "Daughter."

She gave me her journal and told me not to read it until she had passed. I keep looking at it but haven't found my way to reading it just yet. The time will come. Just not now.

Take care of yourself and each other.

Mom's Transition

March 26, 1923 - September 24, 2015

My Mom made her transition yesterday from this earth plane to wherever her next great adventure is. She took a huge piece of my heart with her, but my consolation is knowing that she is no longer tethered to an oxygen tank or reliant on handfuls of pills to keep her going. She hated that. 

What she loved was music, dancing, flowers, fragrant candles, firelight, starry Arizona nights, ribbon Christmas candy, doughnuts (smiling), chocolate ... just to name a few. But what she loved more than all of that was all of us! 

I'm convinced that she is already having a grand reunion with my brother and all of her loved ones that have gone before her. In fact, I spoke with her the day before she passed and she told me of a dream she had the night before. Her mother had come to her and held out her hand. Mom took Grandma's hand and they walked together. Then Mom woke up. She expressed to me how disappointed she was that she had to wake up. 

I believe Grandma had come to tell her that she was going home because she went home the following morning. She was ready. She was not afraid. She passed in her sleep. I'm grateful for that. It's the way we'd all like to go out, I think.

We will all miss you, Mom, but we are confident that we have a new Guardian Angel now. Put in a good word to the Big Guy for us, OK?

And here's a poem from me to you ...

 Hidden Mystery
By Fred Burks

In the deepest depths of you and me
In the deepest depths of we
Lies the most beautiful jewel
Shining forth eternally

Within that precious jewel
Within that priceless piece of we
Lies a time beyond all time
Lies a place beyond all space

Within that sacred source of radiance
Lies a love beyond all love
Waiting
          Waiting
                    Waiting
Ever so patiently

Waiting for you, waiting for me
Waiting patiently for all to see
The beauty that is you inside of me
The beauty that is me inside of thee

In the deepest depths of you and me
In the deepest depths of we
Lies the love and wisdom
Of all Eternity

In Memoriam

Today is the fifth anniversary of my brother's passing. I can't believe it's been this long. He was my only sibling.

Gone but never forgotten, I truly believe he is still with us in spirit. The soul never dies.

We had some good times and some less than good, but I thank him for being a major player in my life's "movie." I love you, Mike! Namaste'

Life Moves On

I had a another conversation this morning with my neighbor who lost her daughter a couple of weeks ago. She was in her early 40's and we both agreed it was way too soon for her to go. I simply can't imagine her loss, and don't want to allow any thoughts of something like that happening in my life. It just doesn't seem right that a child should go before their parents. My mom experienced that with the loss of my brother. I have no words when I think of her pain.


Each time I've seen my neighbor since, it seems that we share many beliefs:

• that life moves on ... whether we choose to participate in it or not
• that sometimes our loved ones give us signals before they get ready to go
• that sometimes they give us signals from the other side of the veil
• that we will never be the same but will learn to live a "new normal"
• that people, when hearing of our loss, can feel rather awkward, not knowing what to do or say
• that it's okay to cry 
• that everyone has their own version of grief
• that we almost always ask ourselves "what if?"
• that faith can bring grace and peace, so it's okay to let go and let God

Namaste'

Petals

Sad day.  You are subjected to your mean-spirited father and stepmother who have influenced your judgment and feelings about your mother.  I feel bad for you and your mom but there's nothing I can do about it.  I'm just your grandmother and as such, grandparents have no rights. 

Believe me when I say that the day is coming when the darkness will serve the light.  You can see it in this flower.  I love you and wish you all peace.  Namaste'

Easter Blessings

Wishing all of my family, friends and acquaintances the peace of God and a blessed Easter.  We're staying home and just taking it easy on Easter Sunday.  For all of you who are traveling, be safe.

I just don't feel like writing much tonight.  A dear friend just had to put her beloved dog, Willy, down yesterday and I just heard about it today.  Willy was 14 and she took such good care of him.  I know how she feels to have that big hole in her heart. 

Willy will be waiting for her at the Rainbow Bridge.     

Namaste!

Need a Lift?

I’m not one to watch the news on a daily basis because the mainstream media is told to report only certain things to us and most of it is meant to keep up in fear. Wow! We have been so dumbed down by the media.

Things are changing now. The energy of consciousness and light is permeating even the talking heads on CNN, FOX and CBS. Little by little, they’re beginning to show clips and cover stories of hope, courage and blessings. If I happen to be watching and catch one of these, I’m fixed to the TV because it’s so unique. And soon, hopefully very soon, we will see uplifting stories more and more. Humanity will not be kept down much longer.

Can you feel it? There’s hope in the air (along with some chem-trails, ugh!). So what can we do to prepare for the transition from duality to light? I think it involves dumping our old baggage. The wounds we all carry around that we don’t need - the anger, hurts, resentments, fears and anything else that holds us back from being who we really are … loving beings who are all connected.

I went to my third meeting of my grief support group and finally let it all out. Held nothing back and it felt so good to tell the truth about my grief. And it felt even better to have supportive people who have experienced their own grief, to just listen and not be judgmental. What I discovered is that I not only lost my brother, but I lost my Mom as well. She will never be the same and I wouldn’t either if I lost a child. It's just the way it is and I accept that now.

And then there’s the family dynamics of those of us who are left behind. It sometimes gets pretty weird. Weird in the sense that sometimes I think nobody wants to talk about Mike anymore. It's great that my Uncle with talk with me about Mike because I do want to talk about him. I remembered just today that sometimes when we were together and he was introducing me to someone, he would say “I’d like you to meet my older sister.” Ha! He was 5 years older than me! Remembering that gave me such a good laugh today. Thanks, Mike. I needed that.
We have to laugh. Find something to laugh about today. Namaste!

Here's today's picture:



Annabelle in the Tree - 10/2010



Pre-Super Bowl

Right now if Mike was still here, I imagine we'd be betting on the Super Bowl, that is unless we liked the same team.  Highly unlikely, though. We seemed to always like the opposite things.  He used to like chili; I didn't.  Then I started liking chili and he didn't.  At least not the hot kind.  He was an absolute basketball nut and I could care less; I like baseball.  He loved golf and I never could understand why you'd want to chase a little white ball all over the place.  We did, however, agree on one sport that we both liked ... tennis.  In our younger days, we played considerably when we both lived in California.  He was better than I was and, of course, he let me know it.  But I didn't care, really.  I let his ego have his way and it always ended up with both of us laughing about our tennis match for some reason.  Mostly because we were so pooped when it was over.  Let's see ... that was at least 25 years ago.  Holy Cow!

I hope you're having a good time wherever you are, Mikey.  Put in a good word for all of us left here on Earth, will you?  We could sure use it right about now.  Just know that we all miss you very much.  Enjoy the game from your vantage point.

I'll be watching the game tomorrow, mostly for the commercials.  My favorites are the Budweiser ones with the Clydesdales.  Amazing!

Namaste!