Just a Molecule on my Teacup


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The day after Easter 2018 as I watched “Killing Jesus” on National Geographic a thought that has surfaced before came to mind yet again.

Back in biblical days the writings of Gospel of John were the supposed true facts of Jesus life. This begged to question my mind as to how they were waiting then and still over two billion so called Christians are still waiting.

Than the thought came to me that in this life we are born, we live the best life we can. We also must take into consideration how each of us have different circumstances and how they effect our lives.
It’s as if we were in a play and the main character.
We grow old and die.Or we die younger than we should because of accidents,health problems,mayhem or self destruction.

Where do we go ?

Could it be possible that this life we lived was our heaven or hell as it very well seems to be for many. We live in pain and wonder if death is the ultimate escape and we wonder about the so called heavenly bliss of afterlife.

I for one, do not allow any 4 walls of any church too hem me in. My heart holds my beliefs. I feel we do the best we can and should treat others as we would like to be treated. Often times turning the other cheek, looking the other way or just totally avoiding anything or anyone that upsets our bliss zen state of mind and spirit.

Perhaps the air we breath holds the essence of all those we have loved, human or animal. A breeze that suddenly blows our hair all over our face,or a sudden rainstorm dampens our skin like a dewy mist,suddenly appearing and disappearing.

Could the air we breathe be minute particles of life molecules ? Could our ancestors be gently sustaining us as we continue on in life’s journey ?

So of course I did some research.
Amazing how our minds think up these things and than lo and behold their is actually some truth in it.

“It sounds unlikely, though Kean is convinced. Consider the arithmetic, he argues. Caesar’s final breath – exhaled as he was stabbed to death in the senate – would have contained about a litre of air made up of about 25 thousand million million million molecules. At the same time, a litre of air represents 0.000000000000000000001% of all the air on Earth. When you crunch these numbers, says Kean, you will find that roughly one particle of the last air that was breathed out by Caesar more than 2,000 years ago will appear in your next breath.
“Across all that distance of time and space, a few of the molecules that danced inside his lungs are dancing inside yours right now.”

Source:
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2017/jul/16/caesars-last-breath-sam-kean-review-decoding-the-secrets-of-the-air-around-us

And here is something I wrote back in 2009.

It still applies more so today:

I am experiencing some minor annoyances in the form of phone calls and email from people I have long since decided not to associate with anymore.

How in the name of Zeus did they find my number or address? Easy.

They looked you up on the Web, or Goggled you, or rang up a former mutual acquaintance.

Privacy these days is a luxury.

Be polite. But firm. “I’m very busy. Thanks but no thanks.

Hope you are well, Got to run.

The fire alarm is going off
Someone is KNOCKING
The cell phone is ringing
Gotta Pee
May take longer
I am sorry you have dialed the wrong number
My cat just threw up

Do not renew a relationship which is more work than it’s worth.

My View on being a EX Jehovah Witless

The fear of burning forever in a fiery grave without the hope of eternal bliss has put FEAR in place of Love in man’s hearts.

If you’re a religious person, it’s easy to convert and become a spiritual person, but if you’re a spiritual person, there is no way in hell, that you would ever think about, becoming a religious person.
It would be like finishing college and then starting kindergarten all over again.
Once you shed your religious skin, you will never go back.

I for one am not in denial. I am very much AWAKE and I will never go back to the pits of that organization called the Watchtower.

May my Mother rest in eternal peace awaiting the New Earth she was promised. Oh and Only 144,000 going to Heaven…please don’t get me started on that one.

I have always said “Anyway the wind blows as long as it isn’t any where near a Kingdom Hall “.

The teachings of this organization have led so many down the wrong path and all for the wrong reasons.

Our family unit was totally destroyed by the so called unconditional love showed within the organization.

We tried to get our loved ones to truly see the light and they were told we were liars and apostates.

They were not allowed to even ask questions for fear of being reprimanded.

I am not here to bash anyone.
I do not think a person’s belief system should be ridiculed.

It is after all your life and your future.

Religion has become obsolete.
The Popes are corrupt,The little Lambs are being raped and plundered by pedophiles within.

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Remembering Crikey

“flat out like a lizard drinking”


Steve Irwin

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Born: 22-Feb-1962
Birthplace: Victoria, Australia
Died: 4-Sep-2006

The morning of September 4th 2006 I was watching the news. It was Labor Day Holiday.

I had went to put a pot of coffee on and heard the shocking words.
The news reverberated throughout the world very quickly.

The Wildlife Warrior, our Crocodile Hunter was dead.

He died on the 4th, he was 44.

I thought how strange, those numbers.
Many believe 444 means an angel is close by

In Doreen Virtue’s book on Angel Numbers, she describes the meaning of 444.
“Thousands of angels surround you at this moment loving and supporting you. You have a very strong and clear connection with the angelic realm, and are an Earth angel yourself. You have nothing to fear, all is well.”

In disbelief and shock, my tears began falling.

As I went about my day the airways were filled with the news.
The unbelievable news that he was gone.

The man who seemed invincible had been swimming off the coast of the Great Barrier Reef.

He swam over the gentle giant of the sea, also affectionately called the bird of the sea and suddenly without reason or why was stung when the tail pierced his chest and lodged in his heart.

The news reported that he pulled the serrated barb out and was unconscious when brought up to his boat “The Croc1”

Terri and children were hiking in Tasmania and had not received word.

That is behind us now.

The fireside memorial held for family and closest of friends has been held at his beloved Australian Zoo, the Grand Memorial where his favorite song “True Blue” was sung by Mr. Williamson was presented at the Crocoseum.
It was built by Steve for his feedings of his beloved DOLLS or Dinosaurs as he called them.

His daughter Bindi spoke so endearing of him, her father who she said she would miss every day and when seeing a crocodile would forever think of him.

The day that popular television personality Steve “Crocodile Hunter” Irwin died was the day his wife, Terri, says she lost her prince.
Terri, his beloved soul mate has spoken with Barbara Walters on 20/20.

“Soulmates are people who bring out the best in you.
They are not perfect but are always perfect for you.”

Despite the loss of her husband, Terri says she still feels blessed that she had him in her life. “I had romance like I didn’t think existed anymore, a wonderful romance. He was passionate and determined and enthusiastic.”

“Steve changed the world.”

Terri says he changed the world by giving everyone a message.

“If you can reach out and touch and love and be with wildlife, you will forever be changed and you will want to make the world a better place.If we do nothing we’re in trouble. And he did more than anybody. So I think we can all do something.”

“He was fun. He taught me it’s OK to play in the rain, splash in my puddle.
Allow the kids too get dirty, and spill ice cream on their pants.”

He didn’t sweat the little stuff.

He followed the big picture.

And he had fun!

Now I’m going to work really hard at having fun again.

I’m Mrs. Steve Irwin.

I’ve got a lot to live up to.”

Glass House Mountains Tourist Drive in respect and memory of Steve and all his conservation efforts has been renamed The Steve Irwin Way.

Though it did not make any of the television specials and retrospectives, one of my favorite tributes came on a radio phone-in show on the afternoon that Steve Irwin was killed.

A young mother recalled the day that her young son managed to perform potty duties
for the first time without any mishaps.

In celebration, she told her proud young son that he could call anyone in the world to share the good news.

“I want to call the Croc Hunter,” came the cry.

The moments, hours, days, weeks have gone by.
“flat out like a lizard drinking”

“British poet Sydney Dobell wrote this eulogy in 1854

Nature, a jealous mistress, laid him low.

He woo’d and won her; and, by love made bold,

she show’d him more than mortal man should know,

Then slew him lest her secret should be told.

And yet, those rare few still lean ever closer, hungry for a hint or a whisper nature knows them or understands them or loves them like they love her. Or she even knows they exist.

That she doesn’t is chilling or comforting, the only constant. “

Karen Bishops words helped me get through this grief.

From her post:

His departure could not have been more perfect.
He was interacting with a representative of the animal kingdom.

What we are about, always comes into our arena, as like energies always attract like energies.

This incredible creature from the sea, volunteered to assist with the soul decision of Steve Irwin to depart.

This man had a tremendous amount of heart.
He oozed it wherever he went and with all he encountered.

What a perfect alignment then, to go out through the energy of the heart.

The combination of the heart energy, the animal kingdom.

Steve Irwin created a perfect alignment for who he was in all ways.

And this was the energetic portal that he left through.

CRIKEY!!!!!

WE MISS YOU!

This Memorial was Written and Created by Cynthia
September 29th 2006.

Daily Messages from Dr. Standley – February 2013


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Life’s Canvas


I have been in a super creative mode and have neglected my blogging.

Dreams have been so intriguing. Seeing my loved ones that have passed on has been very insightful.

My design mode has set in. Birthdays, baby showers and other celebrations of life have triggered new designs and practical from the heart gifts.

I designed this for a five year old. I used rawhide for the handle, a pair of old jeans that I cut the pocket from. Added some heart beads. She loved it. I also made the little fabric lined jewelry box for her.

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For the baby shower I burned a mix of lovely baby music and lullabies. I want to find the perfect frame for a photo creation I did in Photoshop. I have a few dandelion decals I will put on the frame. Sort of a 3-D effect should materialize Smile

 

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I pasted the fairy on the picture and added my thoughts on blowing on a dandelion.

Source of originals unknown.

My sister is turning 67 and I designed this one for her.

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Peace within, or your lack thereof, always affects those around you.
When you choose peace within, others see that they too have this choice.

This is a wonderful gift.

Open Daily.

Life’s Highway and Byways


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She was off work for the afternoon, we talked. I had given her a book too read on the Nephilim. She started in on how her grandma had force-fed her the way of the truth.

I asked about the adoption and if she knew about it.

She said she had lived with mom and dad for over a year and went to school from their house. I mentioned that too a young mind it may have seemed like a year, but it wasn’t.

When I left to move further North she was with me.

She started 1 st  grade. She proved to be a handful and I was working two jobs. It seemed she was always at one or the other of babysitters.

My younger sibling left to go to West.

My roomie moved back too her family’s home.

I in turn moved to the city again.

I had taken my daughter to the farm her dad worked on.

A new love interest had recently moved in with him.

She was on some form of probation and they thought the living circumstance would help her.

I then met a LOVE BOMBER (75) and my life began to swirl out of control with abuse and disillusionment.

I decided it best to let her stay at her dad’s.

His new love did not want to be a step-Mom. They eventually married. She had a baby. She did indeed raise my child for 6 years until she left  and went back to her first husband.

He chased her and her daughter out-of-town with a shotgun when he caught her in his bed with his best friend.

In the mean time…

this is when my child stayed with Mom and Dad. Then back too her dad and finally his mother on Canberra Court.

He ran off to Key West to avoid some legal matters he had, by all intent and purposes was declared dead.

I hopped a bus and moved cross-country. During this time she came to live with me out West in Salt Lake and California.

She had a diary. I was looking through it one day and noticed entries about her dad and realized he was very much alive. She had planned on going there too live with him.

This is when I decided to try to catch her in-between her moves.

I drove to Michigan from California.

Within a few days I had changed the bald tires and was heading for Maryland.

When I arrived I was informed my girl was gone.

Her grandmother (Dad’s Mother ) was vague about her whereabouts, but I knew.

She had lived with me in Michigan for almost 2 years.

At first she was in regular school and then after her return I found an alternative school in St.Joseph (mostly uppity white girls) that she managed to get kicked out of.

Before that she abruptly took her SELF out of school around Thanksgiving and got a bus back too Key West.

I had expected her back within two weeks and remember calling. I located her by phone at a local arcade.

My phone bill was astronomical. She had run it up prior to leaving and then my trying too locate her added to the expense.

I paid for her to come back on the train after a few months.

This is when she came back with quite the stash.

Mind you she was supposedly being threaten by drug lords in Key West.

Two years of total chaos, me working three jobs and her left to her vices.

I had given her the entire front room and I took the small bedroom.

She had Parties in the house, drank all my hidden liquor, smoked up all my cigarettes. Had her friends eating out of my cupboards.

I remember it had snowed so much and the car and everything else was buried.

She wanted to go to this quaint little place  in St.Joseph that had trains and other Xmas festive things all around.

I told her we were snowed in.

She said I will shovel out.

Not thinking that she could I agreed.

Next thing I know she has about five guys all with shovels in hand and I had to concede that possibly we would get be getting out and about.

No one was on the roads and we had so much fun.

We went to the mall and did circle 8’s in the snow. We came home and ended up walking to High’s for dinner.

It was beautiful with the snow falling and I felt so close too my daughter.

I met someone, another LOVE BOMBER (85)

She said she was moving back to Key West too become an escort.

I guess I had LOST the rights to be in control and everything was spiraling.

She stayed with her friend and her father, because her dad and his new friend were too strict on her.

She met her future husband and the rest as they say is history.

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