Several times a month I receive a news letter from www.whatsuponplanetearth.com/latest.htm
(Well worth reading if you are so inclined), basically this news letter talks about the energy here on planet earth and how it affects us. I really have no idea who sent it to me in the first place. But if that person is reading this and you know it is you, I thank you. Each time I read a new edition, I am blown away by how accurately it fits in to my life. I derive great comfort in reading this two page bit of information. I am sure you have all felt the energy shift, the vibrational pull that seems to have sent everything off kilter. I have felt it as well. I have had aches and pains that are new to my body, panic attacks that wake me up in the middle of the night or hinder my going to sleep. I have felt the need to cocoon myself, to hide out to point the of being unsociable. Sleep seems, oh, so inviting at every hour of the day. It is the vibration change on the planet that is causing all of this and because I am hyper sensitive to it all, I am literally experiencing vibration overload.
What brings me speeding in to this newest bit of pondering is this: in the newsletter
there is an excerpt that talks about how things are falling apart all around us. We are literally watching loved ones hit rock bottom.
Excerpt from “What’s Up on Planet Earth” - The old and lower vibrating energies are rapidly falling away. If we continue to be in their space, if only by our presence alone, then we will only serve to keep them afloat awhile longer. This will hinder the process and delay it as well as serve to make us very uncomfortable along with those we are trying to assist. Hitting rock bottom for many will be the only way up and out. This can be a very challenging situation for those bearing much light, as in the worlds where we originated, we only know ways of assistance, service, deep caring, support, and love for our brothers and sisters. Watching suffering can be a deep and uncomfortable challenge indeed, but it can also be about honoring and respecting the journey of another.
Here is where I will tell you about the last 7 days. I am not telling you this for pity as that is an emotion I don’t want to own. However, I tell you this as to help you understand my pondering and frustration. I have recently learned that my nephew, whom I talked a little bit about in my last blog, has been diagnosed with Aplastic Anemia. He has been hospitalized since 6/16. He underwent a bone marrow biopsy, blood transfusions, and many other invasive medical tests. This kid is 23-years old and up until a month ago held down a full time job. Unfortunately at the time of his diagnoses he was not employed or insured. Think about that for a moment an uninsured 23-year old, in need of medical assistance in America! He was told point blank by the financial person at the hospital he was at. That he was not eligible for financial assistance because he is over 21 and an American citizen. The financial representative did not word it quite that way, but I will leave it up to your imagination how it was told to him, and it was not the least bit flowery. The financial burden that is about to come crashing down on him is daunting at best. My sister is a complete mess! Both of their worlds are truly falling apart.
Is this what hitting rock bottom means for my nephew and my sister?
A dear friend of ours was just diagnosed with, for lack of a better term, brain cancer; 10 days ago she appeared to be, by all accounts doing wonderfully. She had battled bone cancer in the past, but seemed to triumph over that. She was in the process of training for a triathlon. In the blink of an eye she began to have seizures, she is now in intensive care in a coma; with a prognoses of never coming out of it and her days precariously close to being at an end.
Is this what hitting rock bottom means for her family and friends?
My youngest step son is grieving because his beloved 3rd grade teacher died of cancer on Monday. He does not totally understand it, however he knows that his heart hurts and he is very sad. He told his Dad that he hates funerals because everyone is so sad and it makes him tired. His Dad asked him if he had ever been to a funeral, his answer “Well no, sorta of, I have been to three of them around the toilet”. When his fish died, this was his ritual. His fish dying is how he relates to grief, imagine now what this 7 year olds feels knowing that someone he loved and respected has died.
Is this what hitting rock bottom means for a 7 year old?
Literally over the last 2 days we have learned that 3 other people we know have either slipped in to comas or fallen or fallen ill in one way or another.
Is this what hitting rock bottom means for these people?
A friend’s Mother lives in the flood ridden Mid-West. Her house was all but destroyed. The pictures were heart wrenching. When the insurance adjusters came out they told her none of it was covered, because her house had flooded because the floods caused the sewers next door to back up, thus causing her house to flood. Does this seem unfair to anyone but me? What is she to do now?
Is this what hitting rock bottom means for her?
My heart bleeds for each and every one of these people; my instincts are to reach out. Yet, something holds me back, I don’t know what that something is, I just know it is much higher and wiser than I am at this moment. I teeter between frustrations with the world, frustrations with the health care system in this country, frustrations with our government and feeling thankful that my life is so blessed. All of this touches me at the deepest level. The empathy I feel is almost paralyzing sometimes, yet, something within me whispers “rest child, all will be well”. Is it okay for everything to be well with me while others are suffering so deeply? Can my prayers for them ease their pain? I think not.
I find solace in those prayers, solace in the knowledge that these journeys were pre-destined. But still my heart breaks for all those who are suffering. I find it extremely difficult to step back even a step, as to not interfere with others journey. My heart knows I must. I know that the only words of comfort I can give them is to connect to source, to find the inner God-spark within them that will give them strength. These people want answers, answers that only God can give them, the God the dwells within them. I pray that God sends angels of comfort to all those precious souls who need comfort. I pray that I will know when too much is too much and not enough is not enough. I must let go and let God, this I have done so many times when I personally hit rock bottom, and now, I must let go, and let God, when the ones I hold dear hit rock bottom. And for this mere mortal, this letting go for their sake is harder than letting go for mine.
May all who read this say an extra prayer for those amongst us that are facing their darkest days.
May God bless and heal the world in a swift and gentle manner.
Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Does my soul make decisions without consulting me?
Recently I have been pondering and for those of you who know me, you know that pondering makes up a good portion of my day. It really does not matter if I am doing something important or unimportant, I always find myself pondering.
Recent events lead me to this latest bout of pondering - I will get to that in a second. I would like to give you some background first. When I was much younger I had my gallbladder removed. It was before the days of a tiny incision here and a tiny incision there and out through the belly button it comes. It was during the days of being cut from breast bone to belly button. To complicate things a bit I have a heart murmur and a MVP which means a leaky heart valve. It was discovered when I was 11, so for me it is what it is. During the gallbladder surgery, my heart decided to just stop; now mind you it only stopped for a minute if that, but in that minute my soul had quite the adventure..
I remember hovering above the operating table, looking down at myself and listening to what was being said in the operating room. I remember feeling light as a feather. As I mused about this I was suddenly whisked quite abruptly into a tunnel. The tunnel was warm and full of bright lights. The next thing I remember I was standing on one side of a creek, while my dad, who had passed away in 1982, was standing on the other. I clearly remember thinking “Oh crap, this can’t be good”. The scene was surreal. My Dad finally spoke after what seemed an eternity (in real time probably 5 seconds), he said with his hand outstretched, “you can come with me now or you can go back, but know if you go back, life will not be easy for a while”. All I could think of at the moment was that I needed to get back to my son. I did not think about what “Life would not be easy” meant. My only thought was that I needed to get back for my son. And with that single thought I plopped back into my body on the operating table. I say plopped because it felt so awkward and clumsy and oh so heavy!
I remembered the event immediately upon waking up in my hospital room. When I opened my eyes I remember thinking “Wow that was close”. I also remember thinking “Wow, did my soul make a decision without consulting me first”. You see, the human me had no intention, going in to surgery, or otherwise, for that matter, of being done with this life in human form, I had more to do on this earth and I knew it. But there I was, hours before, being given a choice.
Now, I am a true believer in our sacred contract; I believe that before we are born we (our Soul) know what is in store for us, we have chosen whatever it is that lies before us. Yes, we have freedom of choice, and yes I believe that we can veer off the path of that contract, but as a rule I believe the fork in the road will appear time and time again, until we get with the program. I also believe, barring a horrendous sudden accident brought on by freedom of choice, we (our soul) make the decisions based on our progress as to when our time on earth is done or when something life changing needs to happen to get us back on our path.
Because I have held that belief for as long as I can remember, I was quite irritated with my soul that day. How dare it make a decision without consulting me first? Not to mention I was now tormented by the thought that life was not going to be easy. As it turned out life was not easy for a while, however I came out the other side and am the person I am today because of it.. (And honestly while going through those times, there was something comforting in the knowledge that this would only be for a while). I was trying to control what my soul did, I totally sounded like a control freak. Because I believe in a higher power, god, Jesus Christ etc. I instinctively knew that my soul has the inside scoop on my life. I know now and knew then that my soul has a direct line to God and that soul resides inside of me, the human. But, I was truly irritated that my life, had I (my soul) decided, could have ended that very day. I was blown away, that I (the human) did not get a choice in the decision making. I am thankful everyday that my soul was not ready to relinquish my human form that day either.
That of course was a long time ago and I have since realized that my soul is far wiser than I gave it credit for. Seriously, if we as humans knew when, where, and how we were going to die, I am pretty sure there would be a lot of avoiding going on. I, for one, would be the first on that avoidance train. I now understand that we are spirit living the human experience and not the other way around, so it would indeed be my soul/spirit driving the bus. It is my ego that wants in on everything.
The Human me can’t help but hope that my soul consults me, when making big life changing decisions. Thus, this began this particular bout of pondering. For those of you who know me, you know I have a son that for all intents and purposes has an un-named auto-immune disease that for the last 6 years has rendered his liver incapable of getting rid of toxins. I don’t know how or why it happened, but it did. My son, much wiser than his years, 23, tells me constantly that he knows this happened because there is a lesson that he needs to learn from this, he doesn't like it, but he knows he must go through it, he knows if he doesn't the cycle will repeat itself. He knows without question that his soul made this decision before he was even born, (we kid each other that next time we reach the other side it would be nice to not be so enlightened, because then maybe we would not feel the need to throw ourselves to the wolves). (My next blog will be about when our children become our teachers). I know that his soul is driving the bus and his soul, his God light, knows what needs to be done, but he, being the human, is who fights day in and day out to stay one step ahead of the toxins. I am pretty sure that if my son’s soul had consulted my son the human he would be a healthy, happy man right now.
My nephew is, as I write this blog, lying in a hospital bed at USC medical center waiting for results from a bone marrow test. I am pretty sure his soul did not consult him (the human)before making the decision to be seriously ill. Yet, it is the human man who is lying in that bed waiting nervously for test results. Something about that haunts me, I know life is not fair, I am not naive, I don't believe that bad things don't happen to good people. It just seems so damned unfair. Yes, that is the selfish me wanting only visions of sugar plums for the people I love. I know that is not possible, but it is a nice vision none the less.
Remember, this is just a blog, filled with thoughts, thoughts that I can sometimes make sense of and sometimes they just remain thoughts, thoughts that I simply can not make sense of. At the moment I feel helpless -helpless to help my son, helpless to help my nephew, helpless to help my sister deal with all this. I know the larger picture deems all this necessary, but if ever there was a vote as to whether our soul needs to consult us on the big things, I would definitely vote in favor of it. I wonder if heaven is a democracy? LOL
Even as I write this I am hearing that familiar whisper in my right ear saying “You are always in direct communication with your soul/God light each and every day, and you know this”. Yes, this is my sweet Angels way of reprimanding me in a loving gentle way. And the truth of the matter is, I do indeed know this. This is just frustration talking, human frustration, life on life's terms frustration. But just for good measure, I am going to continue to have long conversations with my soul, making sure that we stay on the same page. Even, if it is just this human’s way of feeling pro-active.
Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri
Recent events lead me to this latest bout of pondering - I will get to that in a second. I would like to give you some background first. When I was much younger I had my gallbladder removed. It was before the days of a tiny incision here and a tiny incision there and out through the belly button it comes. It was during the days of being cut from breast bone to belly button. To complicate things a bit I have a heart murmur and a MVP which means a leaky heart valve. It was discovered when I was 11, so for me it is what it is. During the gallbladder surgery, my heart decided to just stop; now mind you it only stopped for a minute if that, but in that minute my soul had quite the adventure..
I remember hovering above the operating table, looking down at myself and listening to what was being said in the operating room. I remember feeling light as a feather. As I mused about this I was suddenly whisked quite abruptly into a tunnel. The tunnel was warm and full of bright lights. The next thing I remember I was standing on one side of a creek, while my dad, who had passed away in 1982, was standing on the other. I clearly remember thinking “Oh crap, this can’t be good”. The scene was surreal. My Dad finally spoke after what seemed an eternity (in real time probably 5 seconds), he said with his hand outstretched, “you can come with me now or you can go back, but know if you go back, life will not be easy for a while”. All I could think of at the moment was that I needed to get back to my son. I did not think about what “Life would not be easy” meant. My only thought was that I needed to get back for my son. And with that single thought I plopped back into my body on the operating table. I say plopped because it felt so awkward and clumsy and oh so heavy!
I remembered the event immediately upon waking up in my hospital room. When I opened my eyes I remember thinking “Wow that was close”. I also remember thinking “Wow, did my soul make a decision without consulting me first”. You see, the human me had no intention, going in to surgery, or otherwise, for that matter, of being done with this life in human form, I had more to do on this earth and I knew it. But there I was, hours before, being given a choice.
Now, I am a true believer in our sacred contract; I believe that before we are born we (our Soul) know what is in store for us, we have chosen whatever it is that lies before us. Yes, we have freedom of choice, and yes I believe that we can veer off the path of that contract, but as a rule I believe the fork in the road will appear time and time again, until we get with the program. I also believe, barring a horrendous sudden accident brought on by freedom of choice, we (our soul) make the decisions based on our progress as to when our time on earth is done or when something life changing needs to happen to get us back on our path.
Because I have held that belief for as long as I can remember, I was quite irritated with my soul that day. How dare it make a decision without consulting me first? Not to mention I was now tormented by the thought that life was not going to be easy. As it turned out life was not easy for a while, however I came out the other side and am the person I am today because of it.. (And honestly while going through those times, there was something comforting in the knowledge that this would only be for a while). I was trying to control what my soul did, I totally sounded like a control freak. Because I believe in a higher power, god, Jesus Christ etc. I instinctively knew that my soul has the inside scoop on my life. I know now and knew then that my soul has a direct line to God and that soul resides inside of me, the human. But, I was truly irritated that my life, had I (my soul) decided, could have ended that very day. I was blown away, that I (the human) did not get a choice in the decision making. I am thankful everyday that my soul was not ready to relinquish my human form that day either.
That of course was a long time ago and I have since realized that my soul is far wiser than I gave it credit for. Seriously, if we as humans knew when, where, and how we were going to die, I am pretty sure there would be a lot of avoiding going on. I, for one, would be the first on that avoidance train. I now understand that we are spirit living the human experience and not the other way around, so it would indeed be my soul/spirit driving the bus. It is my ego that wants in on everything.
The Human me can’t help but hope that my soul consults me, when making big life changing decisions. Thus, this began this particular bout of pondering. For those of you who know me, you know I have a son that for all intents and purposes has an un-named auto-immune disease that for the last 6 years has rendered his liver incapable of getting rid of toxins. I don’t know how or why it happened, but it did. My son, much wiser than his years, 23, tells me constantly that he knows this happened because there is a lesson that he needs to learn from this, he doesn't like it, but he knows he must go through it, he knows if he doesn't the cycle will repeat itself. He knows without question that his soul made this decision before he was even born, (we kid each other that next time we reach the other side it would be nice to not be so enlightened, because then maybe we would not feel the need to throw ourselves to the wolves). (My next blog will be about when our children become our teachers). I know that his soul is driving the bus and his soul, his God light, knows what needs to be done, but he, being the human, is who fights day in and day out to stay one step ahead of the toxins. I am pretty sure that if my son’s soul had consulted my son the human he would be a healthy, happy man right now.
My nephew is, as I write this blog, lying in a hospital bed at USC medical center waiting for results from a bone marrow test. I am pretty sure his soul did not consult him (the human)before making the decision to be seriously ill. Yet, it is the human man who is lying in that bed waiting nervously for test results. Something about that haunts me, I know life is not fair, I am not naive, I don't believe that bad things don't happen to good people. It just seems so damned unfair. Yes, that is the selfish me wanting only visions of sugar plums for the people I love. I know that is not possible, but it is a nice vision none the less.
Remember, this is just a blog, filled with thoughts, thoughts that I can sometimes make sense of and sometimes they just remain thoughts, thoughts that I simply can not make sense of. At the moment I feel helpless -helpless to help my son, helpless to help my nephew, helpless to help my sister deal with all this. I know the larger picture deems all this necessary, but if ever there was a vote as to whether our soul needs to consult us on the big things, I would definitely vote in favor of it. I wonder if heaven is a democracy? LOL
Even as I write this I am hearing that familiar whisper in my right ear saying “You are always in direct communication with your soul/God light each and every day, and you know this”. Yes, this is my sweet Angels way of reprimanding me in a loving gentle way. And the truth of the matter is, I do indeed know this. This is just frustration talking, human frustration, life on life's terms frustration. But just for good measure, I am going to continue to have long conversations with my soul, making sure that we stay on the same page. Even, if it is just this human’s way of feeling pro-active.
Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
If you can only see a few feet in front of you, can you still reach your destination?
This morning a friend of mine reminded me of a scene in The Secret (if you have not read it, I highly recommend it, if for no other reason than to make you aware of your thought patterns) where a car is driving at night with the headlights only showing a few feet ahead of the car --and the narrator was saying that the driver can drive all the way to California just seeing ahead a few feet. Within the hour my husband emailed me telling me how excited he was because he had 104 hits on his website today and was anticipating anxiously that this might be the day that his website hits 200 in one day. He of course immediately recanted and said “I should just shut up and be happy I hit my first 100 hit day” That scene in The Secret again played out in my head. I immediately emailed him back, expounding on what I had been reminded of just an hour before, saying “When driving down a street at night your headlights only light up so many yards in front of you, however with just that much light you can drive all the way to California if need be. Life is kind of like that – we may know our destination but we need only to know what is directly in front of us”.
This, of course, set the wheels of pondering in motion yet again. “If you can only see a few feet in front of you, can you still reach your destination”? I believe we can. Do we really need to know what tomorrow will bring? Do we really want to be that smart? (I stole that saying from a friend of mine who uses that line to open up a space within her when need be). What if we literally knew every single thing that was going to happen to us in our life? How many lessons would we forgo because the path seemed too treacherous? Can we honestly say that knowing everything would be easier? Okay, so maybe knowing some things would be nice, but if we knew even the little things would our freedom of choice step in consciously or unconsciously, and sabotage the event? It may not change for the worse or for the better for that matter but it would change it none the less. Then that event would no longer be what we thought it was going to be, the whole point of knowing would be moot, would it not?
I believe the entire secret of life just might be wrapped up in this one simple point. Do we have the faith to believe that a higher power than us knows what is best for us? Is it possible that all we need to do is trust that all is as it should be? Good, bad or indifferent. I strongly believe that even the lessons I have learned through the school of really hard knocks were lessons I simply needed to learn. Would I have chosen another path had I consciously know the heartache and pain that lay ahead? I know me well enough to tell you that the path of least resistance has always appealed to me. I can honestly tell you that each and every one of those hard lessons has made me stronger and wiser and, yes, more spiritual. I have learned that though I may not understand why something is the way it is at the time, at some point it will become crystal clear.
If I had known some of the things that were to be my life, and subsequently avoided them, one of the things I would have missed would be compassion. The compassion to understand someone’s pain, the compassion to understand someone’s frustration and the compassion to understand that life just simply does not seem fair sometimes.
These lessons have allowed me to go inward and find the God light that resides within me. In my darkest hours that light has shown brightly and has always, without exception gotten me through. Had I avoided these lessons on my journey because I knew what was past the light of my headlights I would have missed this most precious of gifts.
If we do not know what lies in store for us tomorrow and simply live for now, wouldn’t life be so much simpler? Trust me I have yet to master this philosophy 100%, and I totally understand the people that tell me to go *&%$ myself when I start talking the talk. I get it, I have been there, I have been where they are now. Promising them that there truly is a light at the end of the tunnel falls on deaf ears more times than not, but I do not say this stuff lightly, I talk from experience.
People tell me all the time, “I just wish I knew what is in store for me”. I can tell them bits and pieces, the bits and pieces my Angels allow me to know, but they want it spelled out for them in black and white, I understand. I believe that if we were indeed supposed to know we would. There is a divine plan and though we can’t see it or understand it, for sanity’s sake we need to have faith it is in place.
Just remember our headlights shine the light only as far as they need to. It really does not matter how steep, curved, narrow or wide the road may be, our destination awaits us and the light will show us the way.
Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri
This, of course, set the wheels of pondering in motion yet again. “If you can only see a few feet in front of you, can you still reach your destination”? I believe we can. Do we really need to know what tomorrow will bring? Do we really want to be that smart? (I stole that saying from a friend of mine who uses that line to open up a space within her when need be). What if we literally knew every single thing that was going to happen to us in our life? How many lessons would we forgo because the path seemed too treacherous? Can we honestly say that knowing everything would be easier? Okay, so maybe knowing some things would be nice, but if we knew even the little things would our freedom of choice step in consciously or unconsciously, and sabotage the event? It may not change for the worse or for the better for that matter but it would change it none the less. Then that event would no longer be what we thought it was going to be, the whole point of knowing would be moot, would it not?
I believe the entire secret of life just might be wrapped up in this one simple point. Do we have the faith to believe that a higher power than us knows what is best for us? Is it possible that all we need to do is trust that all is as it should be? Good, bad or indifferent. I strongly believe that even the lessons I have learned through the school of really hard knocks were lessons I simply needed to learn. Would I have chosen another path had I consciously know the heartache and pain that lay ahead? I know me well enough to tell you that the path of least resistance has always appealed to me. I can honestly tell you that each and every one of those hard lessons has made me stronger and wiser and, yes, more spiritual. I have learned that though I may not understand why something is the way it is at the time, at some point it will become crystal clear.
If I had known some of the things that were to be my life, and subsequently avoided them, one of the things I would have missed would be compassion. The compassion to understand someone’s pain, the compassion to understand someone’s frustration and the compassion to understand that life just simply does not seem fair sometimes.
These lessons have allowed me to go inward and find the God light that resides within me. In my darkest hours that light has shown brightly and has always, without exception gotten me through. Had I avoided these lessons on my journey because I knew what was past the light of my headlights I would have missed this most precious of gifts.
If we do not know what lies in store for us tomorrow and simply live for now, wouldn’t life be so much simpler? Trust me I have yet to master this philosophy 100%, and I totally understand the people that tell me to go *&%$ myself when I start talking the talk. I get it, I have been there, I have been where they are now. Promising them that there truly is a light at the end of the tunnel falls on deaf ears more times than not, but I do not say this stuff lightly, I talk from experience.
People tell me all the time, “I just wish I knew what is in store for me”. I can tell them bits and pieces, the bits and pieces my Angels allow me to know, but they want it spelled out for them in black and white, I understand. I believe that if we were indeed supposed to know we would. There is a divine plan and though we can’t see it or understand it, for sanity’s sake we need to have faith it is in place.
Just remember our headlights shine the light only as far as they need to. It really does not matter how steep, curved, narrow or wide the road may be, our destination awaits us and the light will show us the way.
Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri
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