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Miracles, Magic and Coincidence

Having been a witness to a miracle and all the magic things which happened around it (see this) has taken me a quantum leap in consciousness.  When trying to put into words what happened, I get to a point where it even sounds to me that I am talking nonsense.  I talk about God when I really can’t even grasp the concept.  Some, I’m certain, believe that I’m talking about the dude with the pink gown who is painted on the Sistine Chapel ceiling.   I talk about miracles, synchronicity, time as an illusion, dimensions, portals and things of which I have no direct knowledge; but, I have a gut feeling are part of some experience I am currently having or about to have…or possibly had all my life.

Last night I was trying to explain all this information to Doug and he seems to get nearly angry the more I talked.  I don’t really even know where the ideas and concepts are coming from but seem to just know something which I am supposed to pass along.

Time: I talk about linear time as an illusion–this is one of the things which really made Doug angry.  He said we must share the concept of linear time in order to be able to talk about events from the same frame of reference.  I didn’t disagree but jumped to the idea that words themselves are a limitation (I have often talked about how our minds are trapped in a word prison) at which point Doug got even more frustrated with me because we must use words, as well as time, to communicate.  Doug is very down to earth when it comes to my spacy ideas.

Let me just give you a litany of the concepts in a condensed form which went through my mind as I lay in bed last night:

  1. Time as an illusion.  I believe that quantum physics has already proven this through the concept of quantum entanglement.  Einstein was so freaked out by the concept he called it “spooky action at a distance.”
  2. The deliberate disclosure of UFOs is coming in dribs and drabs because many of influence in this world believe such a revelation would, basically, cause the collapse of society.
  3. Aliens: I talked about them as hypothetically more advanced than we are and that, in human history, when human colonizers came in contact with a primitive culture they destroyed it by smashing the ideals and mores of the culture, spreading disease and enslaving their fellow beings.  Is this a possibility?  Only if the “aliens” are colonizers but it is possible they are here for some other purpose.
  4. Time can be bent and traveled through, like traveling from dimension to dimension.  Quantum physics talks about concepts of parallel universes and even Stephen Hawking was working during his death on the concept of “multi-verses”.
  5. Spirituality and coincidence have been a big part of Doug and I’s recent journey through cancer and the healing process.  I have written many of the events down, some I have not, which are too coincidental to be a coincidence.  Carl Jung referred to this concept as Synchronicity.

Most recently the magical, coincidental events which have taken place on this ride through consciousness and healing are the following:

Over Doug and I’s last year of “tribulation”, we lost one of our beloved dogs, Hanna.  At Doug’s new job, the girl he is replacing is named Hanna.  The man who hired Doug is named Matt.  Matt announced his departure from the store on Doug’s first day: Doug’s hiring was the last official act of this manager who appeared to be much loved by his subordinates some of whom cried at his announcement.  Matt is going to Nebraska Furniture Mart.  Doug was born in Nebraska and owns stock in the company in the form of Berkshire Hathaway.  Lastly, I have referred to in this blog the book of Matthew with reference to chapter 6–this reference is part of what I call the “worry project “(which is having some results) and is ongoing. 

 

At The Hospital

Doug was very happy to see his family!  His Aunt, Mom, and Sister came to visit him and he perked up quite a bit and even got quite chatty. Doug loves his family very much.

Unfortunately, Doug started running a slight fever, which hadn’t been an issue up until now, so the doctor ordered a chest Xray to look for pneumonia since this bad flu is going around. They have found no proof of infection thus far but are treating him with antibiotics as a precaution.  His pain comes in waves and it must be quite severe because he will lie there with a grimace on his face.  I keep reminding him that one of the reasons he is here is so he doesn’t have to suffer and he is not bothering the nurse by asking her for relief; they have all been very kind here.  

We cried together today when I told Doug I saw a male Cardinal bird in the backyard when I went back home to get some things to bring to the hospital.  We have come to think of this beautiful bird as a symbol of Doug’s departed father, Wally.  I told Doug that I waved to the Cardinal and said “Hi Wally”; Wally is watching over his son—I am certain of that fact.  I didn’t intend to make him cry but he is exhausted from dealing with the pain.  We have a lot of loss and sorrow over the last year…sometimes it just gets to you; but, you have to keep grinding along.

More Hair at The Turning Point

Where are we?  That’s a damn good question; and, I say “we” because this has been a team effort.  I’m not really taking care of Doug, not his nurse.  I’m more of a coach in a way, trying to look at this spiritually just because I believe it’s important.  Keeping Doug, as best I can, focusing on the outcome and not the process. The number one reason I write this blog is that I know how many people love him and support him with their thoughts, prayers, good wishes, whatever you want to call them; and I KNOW the energy contained in those thoughts is real and works to heal.

He is halfway through cancer treatment with another round of chemotherapy to come on the 11th, 12 more radiation treatments, 11 pipers piping, 6 geese a laying.  Oh my, this process is something unlike anything else either of us has experienced.  When you start getting old, the time passes faster but not when you are dealing with cancer treatment.  It slows down, way down—so that a minute in the middle of the night seems like ALL night when waiting for a phone call for a minute seems like ALL day.  

His hair is thinning still, find it all in the bathroom every day: that’s why God blessed us with poor vision as we grow older, neither of us sees the hair until we put our glasses on and focus for a second.  He still has a lot of it on his head.  I don’t know what it is about this hair.  He’s supposed to lose it but it’s something neither one of us seems to want to see.

He does have pain and discomfort from the radiation but this dude is one tough cookie: a snickerdoodle if we had the choice. 

We are ready for things to get back to normal!  Doug is ready to go back to work.  Work sucks until you don’t have it.

Again, thanks to all who have kept Doug in their thoughts, people from far away and long ago, kinda like Star Wars, as well as those close to home who we need more than they may realize.  

Yellow Moon

So cold my breath turned to snow and sprinkled in the footstep of a sparrow who, unwittingly, had crossed my path before the last sun had set; he wasn’t singing now, too dark too cold–and I was not too bold to venture out before a warming dawn, an icy mouth full of yawn.  Slate gray it was with a border of dark pink–it rose like a broken window shade on my left: quiet, frosty, still: the night was slithering away, it’s belly nearly froze in place had she not been so sleek to slip away.  She was meek, the night because she was the last one of the year.  She had no fear of father sun for he was sure to return; she knew in calmness there is a strength.   The yellow moon emblazoned on my right broke through the blackness of the night and hovered near my every move as I made my way.  The yellow moon, so full and bright, hung like an anchor on a new day full of hope and promise of rebirth and joy.  I followed the yellow moon–it was his noon—for he marked every step in my path, otherwise, I would not have known he took with him the pain of ice cold nights, and pointless, frigid fights against his will.  He was pulling down all the darkness with him into his pit; and so, I knew, it was time to rest a bit and rise again without the frozen fear of pain.

It was time to hope again.

Where Do Problems Come From?

I am currently reading one of the most amazing books I have ever read entitled “Dying to Be Me: My Journey from Cancer, to Near Death, to True Healing” by Anita Moorjani and wanted to share this quote with you.

“Problems and strife come as a result of our not knowing who we are and not being able to show our inner beauty. We’ve created so much judgment about what’s “perfect,” which leads to doubt and competitiveness. Since we feel as though we’re not good enough, we go around acting out. However, if each of us became aware of our magnificence and felt good about ourselves, it seems to me the only thing we’d have to share is our unique nature, expressed outwardly in a loving manner that reflects our self-care.”

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Danger

It is never dangerous to be happy.  I thought I had learned this in the last year but I had not.  We lost both of our dogs within five weeks of each other.  Then, Doug was diagnosed with this awful cancer.  Prior to these events of seemingly pointless cruelty and suffering, I had learned a phrase which I was beginning to use with increasing frequency.

“I am really happy right now.”

It was as if I had finally learned the true path to happiness.  Without looking back, or forward, without the qualification of my perceived lack, or my history of pain, or my fear of death, or my inability to see with clarity…I am right now, in this very moment, happy.  I could smile.

Now, it is time to learn again that, despite the current external events, I can rediscover the infinite moment of happiness during which God and I laugh together.

It is never dangerous to be happy.

 

Is it Winter or Something Else? I Just Saw a Robin

I just saw a robin.  It’s December and there shouldn’t be a Robin here; they are a harbinger of Spring.

A phrase came to my mind: “Hope springs eternal”  Then I wondered where the phrase came from; it came from a poem by Alexander Pope entitled “An Essay on Man”.

“Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never is, but always to be blessed:
The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.”
He cautions that our soul is never happy trapped in the human body, ruled by the human ego.  We never realize that we are one with God and we are already blessed, instead we wait until we cross over to be so; and, he warns to not let your soul be uneasy, resting and waiting to write our story in the afterlife.  Your story is to be written right here and now.
Another tiny miracle…

The Climb

Looking for old movies…found this triumph.  I had a heart attack, 100 percent blockage of the left ventricle, about four years ago or so.  Cardiac ICU, stent, all that crap. We took this challenge at my behest.  I forgot this video even existed; it shows the power of human will.  Shall we all climb together?

Please take the time to watch the whole thing. 

Doug was behind us all the way!

The Climb Squaw Creek National Wildlife Refuge

Things: Cancer, the Water Pump (Breathe and Change Reality)

When one sits down and really takes the time to assess all the perfect and wonderful things one has in his/her life; one can truly see a quagmire of lost things, broken things, worthless things…things, things, things.  What are things really? If one looks to what we know in terms of the actual physics of things, things are all the same: quarks, leptons, the Higgs, boson, matter, anti-matter and, the now famous “dark” matter.

Careful, this video MIGHT JIGGLE YOUR BRAIN.

It seems the farther down we look into the tiny, the more the tiny resembles the big: an atom has a nucleus (like our sun), with electrons spinning around it (like our planets) and in between there is space, or nothingness, a vacuum (like dark matter).  Big things seem to be pretty much the same as small things; something wouldn’t even exist without nothing, but even nothing itself must be considered as something.  Dark matter makes up most of what we consider our known universe and no one really knows what dark matter is; it is actually just theorized to exist.  Even the idea of a universe gets tricky, as per quantum physics and/or string theory, there are any number of dimensions in which all these things can exist simultaneously: a multi-verse.  You, in theory, could be both alive and dead at the same time  reading this same text in two different vibration states on two different Iphones…which brings us back to “things”. 

The water pump is going out on our car and Doug has cancer.  Both these states or conditions can be perceived in the same way.  Both are potential problems and could lead to a dangerous failure of an entire system.  Since our perception has been proven to have an effect on the states of matter, and may even be the very reason for its existence, then we have a choice (otherwise known as free will) in determining outcomes of everything we see and even those we don’t. 

The only “thing” that will save us all as beings is our consciousness and no scientist has figured out what consciousness really is. The only process by which we can expand our consciousness is through breathing and meditation, achieving an alpha state.  According to Nikola Tesla:

“Alpha waves in the human brain are between 6 and 8 hertz. The wave frequency of the human cavity resonates between 6 and 8 hertz. All biological systems operate in the same frequency range. The human brain’s alpha waves function in this range and the electrical resonance of the earth is between 6 and 8 hertz. Thus, our entire biological system – the brain and the earth itself – work on the same frequencies. If we can control that resonate system electronically, we can directly control the entire mental system of humankind.

It therefore appears possible (per Tesla through the “entrainment” of our brains…CAUTION could be dangerous), if we could put enough of humanity in this alpha state simultaneously,  we could make some type of momentous breakthrough with a collective consciousness. We can do this simply by changing our breathing patterns. 

Next time you start to worry about the things in your life, literally all you have to do is take a few deep breaths, close your eyes, “entrain” your mind and enjoy the new reality created when you open your eyes!

More information:

What will happen if we tune our brain in Tesla frequency (6-8Hz) using binual beats?”

Something Amazing Happens to Your Brain Waves When You Practice Deep Breathing

 

 

 

Thanksgiving

Doug and I were discussing the topic of the power of the spoken word, while we walked at one of our favorite places: Squaw Creek National Wildlife Refuge. I believe the human voice and especially the vocalization of word is very powerful. I have felt this way for a long time.  I also believe places, like this Refuge we were walking in, have power of their own; it is a paradise full of energy and teeming with life.

Doug had been saying: “I’m sick” and “what I need to do to get better.”  A slight fury stirred in me and I insisted to him that “You are not sick.  You are one of the healthiest people I know.  What you have is like a giant wart and the doctors are going to burn it off.”  If you say you are sick, you are sick…or will be if you are not already.

 As I spoke these words to Doug (this was the day before his diagnosis), walking through this magical place which is a heaven on earth, the sun warming our faces as we headed south against a clean, icy wind surrounded by the most azure blue water, bluer than the sky; I felt him starting to heal in an instant.  I had what I would have to call a “hope spike” which is a flash moment of joy, it hit me like a nail through the piece of heavy wood, worry wood, which I had been carrying for two months; it didn’t last more than a second but inside that second was an eternity of joy, hope and peace.

These coincidences are not accidents; they are proof of the power of human consciousness to transcend the illusion of time and space.  That is God.
 
“Prayer is the medium of miracles. It is a means of communication of the created with the Creator. Through prayer love is received, and through miracles love is expressed.” 
― Foundation for Inner PeaceA Course in Miracles