Be-Here-Now

Listening to the Universe


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The universe is always offering us signs to help us, we just need to slow down and pay attention.

“A Taurus New Moon is an especially fertile time to plant a seed of a new thought, a vision, a plan or a goal. Plant a literal seed to symbolize your plans and then nurture them to help them grow strong. “

Dark Moon

This past week I somehow have been drawn to the Be Here Now, Live in the present stance. I have listened to motivation speakers where letting go of ego is of utmost importance.

Truly wanting a change and asking the Universe for it.

The message I heard spoke too me.

So I paid attention. Yesterday afternoon, a sudden urge to stop smoking cigarettes became of much importance too me.

I have not had one cigarette since.

This dissociation from a life of addiction from numerous situations including drugs, alcohol, toxic relationships and now cigarettes is in one sense overwhelming.

“I am Ready” and for Universe to bless me with such optimism and clarity is such an IN THE Face sign too me.

I have tried to stop smoking many times. Now I realize you can want to stop,  but in actuality if you are not ready it just isn’t happening.

Than today’s Daily Om comes in my email box and another sign. It is dated May 20 th 2015 and is called “Dark Night of the Soul” I have written much on this very subject.

“The dark night of the soul invites us to fully recognize the confines of our egos’ identity.”
There’s the synchronicity again.

Egos.

More on this

Dark Night

Addiction grips you in that dark night and the pain is so very real.

Many years ago, I remember sobbing uncontrollably on some one’s shoulder. The kind of sobs and wailing’s that take your breath away.

For me, cigarettes filled a void for me. It was as if I have conquered all these demons, those dark nights and I smoke. So what. My life, my decision.

Now, I am thinking about my life, my grandchildren, my daughter. I want to stick around for great-grandchildren.

I want to be healthy.

I want the freedom of being smoke free.

My animals will love me more.

Such tiny lungs to endure my indiscretions of filling my home with chemicals from cigarette smoke.

A new journey for me.

Day 2.

The signs continue. I was looking up the posts that I had quoted from and up pops this:

New Moon

Dear Mommy


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Dear Mother.
As I sit here and reminisce about you, our family I just wanted you to thank you for the love and care you showed me as a child. Clean clothes, wonderful homemade meals, a kind word, a shoulder too cry on. So many little things that probably went unnoticed and unappreciated at the time.

Later in my adult life you didn’t speak too me for 12 years and I always felt cast out of your life. The same way I had been casted from THAT religion.

The first time we saw each other again after those 12 long years seemed as no time had passed.

Yet it had.

Moments, laughter that could have been shared as it should have been.

Than years later being shunned yet again. Than you left this earthly realm.

You called the day before your surgery to say you loved me.

The few mementos I have from you will always be cherished. Your dolly in the bottle, your pretty embroidered handkerchiefs. The heart jewelry box with your snap on earrings that kill my ear lobes. Your original wedding band from 1945 that I wear everyday.

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Where ever it is that you are you always will be in my heart. You reside in my mirror when I gaze at myself.

Your beliefs took precedence and I can not fault you for your journey. It took me sometime to realize that indeed each of our journey’s are unique and of our own making.

I Love you always Mommy.

The Itch Nobody Can Scratch — Matter — Medium


via The Itch Nobody Can Scratch — Matter — Medium.

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My thoughts:

I have several friends with this supposedly CRAZY malady. The government programs, tests and intensive findings on the matter are little to none. So, if you are diagnosed CRAZY and if you don’t want to be committed you had better STOP with the complaining.

Perhaps 20 years from now this will be a diagnosis and persons labeled CRAZY will have had there so called day.

I do not believe everything I read on the internet. I do believe in things and occurrences I see with my own eyes. I am not delusional. I understand that if what ails you is not listed, it comes up as an Unknown and there in lies the problem.

Just because it is unknown does not mean it does not exist for many persons.

Found on WWW

Band-Aids and Rubber Bands


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The Band-Aid, It doesn’t really fix anything; it just covers things up.

 

I am tired of Band-Aids other than for a sore cuticle or a small wound that needs coverage. Otherwise the real problem is never solved. The Band-Aid that is prescribed usually causes another symptom that requires yet another.

 

Excuses remind me of Band-Aids too.

 

 

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© C. m ART z 2015

 

Not one for excuses either. If you make plans and can’t make it, at least let me know. Nothing like feeling out on the proverbial limb so too speak.

Wait for no one. Give or take a half hour or so Smile

 

Rubber-Bands

 

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Found on WWW

 

They can only stretch so far. No one knows for certain how far you or someone else can safely stretch it  before it snaps.

I found this great write-up on the web also.

 

Rubber Band Man (Copyright 2003 Ron McCray)

“Consider the rubber band. It is a continuous loop of flexible material that in its natural state is relaxed and adapts to where it happens to be placed in the moment. It can be stretched to be larger than it seems. This can only happen through force, by being stretched beyond its natural circumference. When the force is released, the rubber band “snaps” back into its original state. Sometimes a rubber band is stretched too far or too and breaks losing the completeness of its original configuration, and in effect, becoming useless. Although this fate is not visited on all rubber bands, the potential is always their for all of them.

Found on WWW

More from  Ron McCray on another blog post I did.

How Is Your Rubberband Today?

 

Avoided

Found on WWW

 

I love that quote above. We have all been in that spot of avoidance at some time in our lives. Being avoided and yes avoiding others.

Seriously it has taken me awhile, but when I say I am going to do something I do it.

Procrastination is wasted time. It is the bad habit of putting off until the day after tomorrow what should have been done the day before yesterday.

Shadows dancing in the sunlit prisms
Palm fronds swaying in a summer breeze
Investigating the maze of paths
Contemplating a dream of epic proportions

Everything is peaceful and content

 

Spiders weaving there webs
Undisturbed, not perturbed
waiting on the morning dew
and SURVIVING

When Karma Knocks I want to be able to face off with it Live_Palm

 

© C. m ART z 2015

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if you want a con leche coffee or a Cuban sandwich, there’s only one place to go, and that’s Sandy’s Café.

via Sandy’s Cafe.

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Photo and recipe by Arissa

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“It has (from top to bottom) Cuban bread with butter on the outside that is pressed, mustard, dill pickle slices, Swiss cheese, Virginia ham, and Pernil (which is roast pork that is shredded). So yummy”

Sandy’s Cafe Best Cuban Sandwich

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A daffodil placed under the windshield wiper of a loved one’s car says, “Be happy! Spring has sprung! I love you!” A collection of stems gathered and placed in a Mason jar can be left on someone’s doorstep to remind them of the simple beauties that abound in this life. Don’t forget to bless yourself with a vase of these bright blossoms on your kitchen table or nightstand. Every time you see them, you will be filled with the happiness and warmth of the sun.

via DailyOM – Yellow Miracles.

DailyOM – Yellow Miracles

The Dovekeepers-A Miniseries


I am watching this and it is spell binding. The novel was written by Alice Hoffman. I watched the first part online and have recorded the second installment.

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Clips from Part 1

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The story is about the Shirah Witch of Moab, her children Aziza by Eleazor Ben Ya’ir , her mother forced her to live as a boy to protect her. She was raised as a warrior. Another child (a son named Adir) was born of her marriage to Sa’ adallos who found her in the desert after she was shunned and sent there to perish. Her child born after her capture by the Romans was named Yonah was also fathered by Eleazor Ben Ya’ir .

Her life and how it intertwined with the other women. Yael with flaming long red hair (Her child, a son was fathered by Ben Simon and named (Arieh) which is the Hebrew word for lion. Later she befriends a Roman slave who is infatuated with her and speaks of raising the child as his own. Her brother (Amram) ,Revka.

All the women are Dovekeepers and keepers of secrets.

2,000 years ago in a place called Masada, high on a mountain in the Judean Desert they hid from the Romans.

I ordered the book.

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The Dovekeepers by Alice Hoffman

“Here is the riddle of love,everything it gives you it takes away. But I ask you would you have it any other way?”
Shalom

“All things change, for that is the way of the world we walk through.”
Alice Hoffman, The Dovekeepers

“Dreams came to men for many reasons, both as oracles and as warnings.”
Alice Hoffman, The Dovekeepers

“Even as a small child, I understood that woman had secrets, and that some of these were only to be told to daughters. In this way we were bound together for eternity.”
Alice Hoffman, The Dovekeepers

“The stars are reflected from within the black water in the cistern. I find comfort in the omen I glean from this: light in the darkness, truth when it seems there is none.”
Alice Hoffman, The Dovekeepers

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SunPar 3-D Dream


Flashback

8/20/2002

Jupiter 3-D


This is a powerful message that came to me in a dream.

My fingers may make typo’s but I want to get down as much as I can remember and the sequence in which it came.

I went to sleep at 4 am with Purrby by my side. Inside my dream I was awakened to a room full of persons that I had no knowledge of ever seeing or meeting. The window was wide open and the curtain was the only pertinent thing in the room. It was here (my apartment) but it had been totally transformed. There was a void to the room as in pictures and material things, very plain.

The persons were beautiful in form and small kittens were scattering about. They were not in good health from being outdoors and were cuddling with Purrby.

On a whiteboard the words,welcome to Sunpar’s Journey to Jupiter in 3-D was written. The crop music from the “SIGNS” soundtrack  was playing. I was being touched and caressed simultaneously by many hands. The touch filled me with intimidation and I was told to relax and enjoy these things bestowed upon me.

One man in particular was a leader of sorts. In my mind I assumed that he at some time had been with these other woman. I remember hovering over the group in suspended animation and being moved in different directions by persons moving there hands.

My first mate was here and at first seemed to be upset that so much attention was centered on me until a lady chose him and they disappeared into a long kiss, a passionate one. All the while my interest was in wanting this man.

Everyone said I was holding back that I had to give in to my feelings but that it was not time for this specific man. He touched me in ways that absorbed my soul, I felt very connected to him. Then all of a sudden we were in time transported to another place. It was like a big yard and I had to relieve myself. I went into this canal and he was there and we watched each other. He held me and told me to release my desires and then he gently kissed me. I desired more, but “not yet” were his words. Everyone had laptops and were connected to a site that said the words about Sunpar and Jupiter,  years (2035) into the future.


There are messages that I am trying to remember that concerned me.

Look inside is coming through and don’t hold back, go. The dream is fading now but I remember coming back here and the apartment was all cleaned up and no evidence of my past life was here. It was clean and functional yet very basic. The door opened this time as the window had been sealed off to outsiders and he walked in. He took me in his arms and told me to CRY, to let everything fall on his shoulders.

It was not to be sexual in nature but about feeling and touch. Then slowly a new group of persons that had gotten news of this group came in the room, they came in through unknown portals.

The kittens, slipping in under the door stripping were back all clean and playing and scattering about as kittens do. Like young children let loose at the playground. It was a reunion again and even tho I did not KNOW these persons they were my family and we connected on all levels of communication and oneness.

OK, I have pulled up the elusiveness now and I just wanted to add that before sleep I asked the universe for dreams to come and I was thinking about kissing and relating on a more feeling mode instead of sexually.
The dream came…

Then this in a universal message:

Your mind is apt to be challenged, dear Scorpio, by a strong force that is calling on you to lift off the ground and take flight. More than likely there is a strong person or situation that enters the scene today to remind you of the importance of the imagination. Don’t get so fixed in your position that you fail to see the benefits of other ways of looking at the same thing.

12/17/2002  (Drug Lords)
I have just awoken from falling a sleep while watching the soaps. Evidently I needed the deep sleep. My head is spinning from the dream that awoke me. I was on the phone with you crying and I was telling you that which had happened. In my dream I was happy and I always took the 4 tiels and Purrby to the library everyday and they kept them and they were a blessing to those visiting. I had finished cleaning my apartment which was in a very large house. There were many apartments, the weather was cool in the dream as it is now but a bit more chilly. I walked across the street and everything was in disarray. Birds flying hither and yon, cats looking lost as their owners could not locate them. Many persons did as I did and left there animals at the library when they went to work or had chores to run and didn’t want them to be alone. Faces of sadness and bewilderment abounded.
All questions had but a few nonsense answers.
The personnel at the front desk (once you could find it) said you were warned to not leave your apartment. I said “What are you talking about” They had fear on there faces, they were telling stories they thought made a bit of sense. In actuality they knew little more than myself.
OK, the persons at the library said for everyone to gather the animals they could find. Only those that were left by them and go back home because these drug lords had taken over and were taking what they wanted and leaving what they felt as trash behind.
I frantically searched and Purrby FOUND me, I located my teils and placed two on each of my shoulders…the parakeets were flying so wildly, I could only recognize one, it was Xanadu (named after Tweety) he was injured and I held him in my palm gently and walked towards home.
On arrival~ nothing . Everything gone, everything.
I went back to the library with a demand for my belongings back. They finally allowed me to see a secret room where furnishings and special items were placed by the drug lords. They told me to hurry and try to make some form of arrangement to get these things out that belonged too me.
In just a few hours they also would be forever gone.
I located Dad’s chair, my desk that the bird cages were on, all the empty cages…looking as if a hurricane had passed through them. Personal papers strewn all about the room.
Inside the cages were my treasured stones and crystals laying amidst the birdseed and feces.
Just hours before the cages had housed my happy parakeets and other sweet birdies.
I found a change purse mama had given me and figured I would need the small amount of change for bartering for food.
There were many children around looking very lost without their games to play.They promised to care for the parakeets as long as they were there. No one wanted to say too much, they were very much in fear of the drug lords and what they might do them.

It was like wandering through a huge warehouse looking for familiar items of my life. Photo albums were mixed in with other families photo albums, same as the household items and furnishings. They(the Drug Lords) had already taken the best things.

Little did they know what dad’s chair meant to me. The large table that I had bought with dad’s approval, he said it was good wood. My picture albums, books, my Purrby, and my birdies.
I was crying so hard I could barely speak on the phone to you to explain, in my dream a man was due home but he had no face in my dream, very nice but I haven’t any clues who. I just knew he was someone who was for me and cared deeply for me.

The key to my apartment of it’s own accord bent in half in my hand.

It was of no more use to me.
This is this first dream I have had in quite sometime that I have remembered so precisely to write down