Tuesday, August 29, 2006
What was going on yesterday was that I was so ding-donged bloated it was horribly uncomfortable. The guides asked me a pointed question and that was: when did I notice the condition and when did I take my fiber? Duh. I wasn’t connecting the dots with bloating = farting = I don’t feel good. And, unlike what my mother-in-law used to say (at least DeeDude has always maintained that she said this a lot…I have my doubts.), “Better out than in”, I try not to fart at work. It just doesn’t go with a professional atmosphere.
“Hello, (fart). Can I help you? (fart). No, nothing is wrong (fart).” See what I mean? No matter how well you are dressed, no matter how well your hair is coiffed, no matter how shiny your shoes might be, farting just tends to undo everything and people will walk away from you as rapidly as they can possibly handle before they are actually running. My father told me once he used to reach over and rattle the drawers in his metal desk when he needed to fart in the office.
When we were kids somehow we came across a rule about farting that has lasted all these long years. When somebody farts everyone must knock on wood and the last person who knocks is the person who eats the fart. We loved it. When I got married my husband, DeeDude, cottoned onto the rule immediately and 30 years later I’m still always the one who eats every ding-donged fart in our house. DeeDude manages to come up with an obscure variation on the rule every single time, so that it doesn’t matter that I am first to knock (also the first to fart a lot), but if the other person was holding their breath at the time of the fart then the first person who knocks on wood eats it double. Stuff like that. One of the guides just suggested I slip him a Mickie loaded with Metamucil the next time he wants something from the kitchen. Ha.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
When I visited my doctor yesterday she said they can correct the condition with a prism in my prescription, but that has a downside and that is that my eyes will come to rely on the prism and the next time I need new glasses I will need a stronger prism. She said I could try exercises. We decided I will do both. This had been driving me nuts. It has caused me to be extra vigilant at work and has generally been a real drag on my nerves.
So, for the next 3 weeks, for 3 minutes every day I will focus in on the tip of a pen held before my face. I will slowly bring the pen toward my face until it goes double on me. She warned me that doing this will lead to headaches. Hey, I’m so frustrated now I will try anything.
I’ve been reading about the condition on the internet. The doctor told me this is something I’ve had all my life and is just now worsening. I’m really wondering about this. In the articles I was reading they’re mostly concerned with children and two things caught my attention right up front.
One was the child who could not concentrate. I loved to read, but had a very, very hard time with my studies. I ended up going to 12 different schools over the course of 12 years. I suppose I was an average student. There were subjects I did well with and others I didn’t do so well with. But, I never considered myself a good student. I hated school.
I complained repeatedly of not being able to hear, though every time my hearing was checked nobody ever found anything amiss. To this day I still have trouble hearing. If you are not facing me chances are I will not hear what you have to say. But, coupled with that was a difficulty in being able to see.
I remember the first time I ever got glasses. It was right after an incident that happened in my math class. Mrs. Stern said something to me. I thought she said I should get up and distribute the math books to the students. I began to do so and everybody howled with laughter. I had no idea what was going on nor would anybody enlighten me. They all, the teacher included, had a good laugh at my expense. I don’t remember what happened after that other than my parents got my eyes examined and I got glasses. I remember I almost cried when I stepped outside of the doctor’s office with my new glasses on and I could see clearly everything that was across the street. I was 12 years old and I’ve worn glasses ever since then.
The other thing that caught my attention in reading about this condition of outward facing eyes (strabismus) this morning was children having a hard time catching balls. I have always had a hard time catching things. Always. It is something that is absolutely hilarious to the people who toss things to me. Evidently I must look very funny as I try to catch whatever it is they are tossing to me. Mostly, I always feel a sharp sense of panic. I have always attributed this to being hit in the face with a basket ball during a physical education class in the 8th grade, but maybe, just maybe I might trace this to this condition of my eyes.
It’s been a revelation this morning to learn these two things about people who have this condition; that they have trouble concentrating and they have trouble catching things. It sort of explains a lot to me about my own situation.
1 large stalk celery
1 medium onion
1 large potato
1 cube chicken bouillion
2 1/2 cup water
Chop celery and onion in rough chunks. Begin sautéing in butter. Add rinsed lentils, chicken bouillon cube and water. Add spices and herbs: parsley, thyme, chervil and 1 bay leaf. Or, just use whatever spices you feel like using. Bring to a boil and allow to cook about 10 minutes. Add in rough sized cubes of potatoes and allow to cook another 10 minutes with a lid on the pot. Stir occasionally. When done lentils should still be firm to the touch, though you could add more water and cook longer if you want for them to be softer.
DeeDude said this was good. Serves 6
Per Serving nutritional information from my Master Cook Program (excluding unknown items): 45 Calories; 2g Fat (42.2% calories from fat); 1g Protein; 6g Carbohydrate; 1g Dietary Fiber; 5mg Cholesterol; 277mg Sodium. Exchanges: 0 Grain(Starch); 1/2 Vegetable; 1/2 Fat. This works out to 3 points in Weight Watchers.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
I want to create printer friendly pages for the main pages at Talking To Spirit. They suck when you go to print them and nothing ticks me off worse than to want to print and have to landscape it or just miss out on seeing what’s at the edge of the screen. I never could figure out how to have it automatically resize itself to a piece of paper. I have a feeling that because I use a lot of tables on my pages that precludes the automatic resizing. Whatever. I will make the printer friendly versions shortly.
Friday, August 18, 2006
December 23 to January 1 - Apple Tree
January 2 to January 11 - Fir Tree
January 12 to January 24 - Elm Tree
January 25 to February 3 - Cypress Tree
February 4 to February 8 - Poplar Tree
February 9 to February 18 - Cedar Tree
February 19 to February 28 - Pine Tree
March 1 to March 10 - Weeping Willow Tree
March 11 to March 20 - Lime Tree
March 21 - Oak Tree
March 22 to March 31 - Hazelnut Tree
April 1 to April 10 - Rowan Tree
April 11 to April 20 - Maple Tree
April 21 to April 30 - Walnut Tree
May 1 to May 14 - Poplar Tree
May 15 to May 24 - Chestnut Tree
May 25 to June 3 - Ash Tree
June 4 to June 13 - Hornbeam Tree
June 14 to June 23 - Fig Tree
June 24 - Birch Tree
June 25 to July 4 - Apple Tree
July 5 to July 14 - Fir Tree
July 15 to July 25 - Elm Tree
July 26 to August 4 - Cypress Tree
August 5 to August 13 - Poplar Tree
August 14 to August 23 - Cedar Tree
August 24 to September 2 - Pine Tree
September 3 to September 12 - Weeping Willow Tree
September 13 to September 22 - Lime Tree
September 23 - Olive Tree
September 24 to October 3 - Hazelnut Tree
October 4 to October 13 - Rowan Tree
October 14 to October 23 - Maple Tree
October 24 to November 11 - Walnut Tree
November 12 to November 21 - Chestnut Tree
November 22 to December 1 - Ash Tree
December 2 to December 11 - Hornbeam Tree
December 12 to December 21 - Fig Tree
December 22 - Beech Tree
Apple Tree, the Love
Of slight build, lots of charm, appeal and attraction, pleasant aura, flirtatious, adventurous, sensitive, always in love, wants to love and be loved, faithful and tender partner, very generous, scientific talents,
lives for today, a carefree philosopher with imagination.
Fir Tree, the Mysterious
Extraordinary taste, dignity, cultivated airs, loves anything beautiful, moody, stubborn, tends to egoism but cares for those close to it, rather modest, very ambitious, talented, industrious uncounted lover, many
friends, many foes, very reliable.
Elm Tree, the Noble-Minuteness
Pleasant shape, tasteful clothes, modest demands, tends to not forgive mistakes, cheerful, likes to lead but not to obey, honest and faithful partner, tends to a know-all-attitude and making decisions for others, noble-minded, generous, good sense of humor, practical.
Cypress, the Faithfulness
Strong, muscular, adaptable, takes what life has to give, happy content, optimistic, needs enough money and acknowledgement, hates loneliness, passionate lover which cannot be satisfied, faithful, quick-tempered, unruly, pedantic and careless.
Poplar, the Uncertainty
Looks very decorative, no self-confident behavior, only courageous if necessary, needs goodwill and pleasant surroundings, very choosy, often lonely, great animosity, artistic nature, good organizer, tends to
philosophy, reliable in any situation, takes partnership serious.
Cedar, the Confidence
Of rare beauty, knows how to adapt, likes luxury, of good health, not in the least shy, tends to look down on others, self-confident, determined, impatient, wants to impress others, many talents, industrious, healthy optimism, waiting for the one true love, able to make quick decisions.
Pine Tree, the Particularity
Loves agreeable company, very robust, knows how to make life comfortable, very active, natural, good companion, but seldom friendly, falls easily in love but its passion burns out quickly, gives up easily, many disappointments till it finds its ideal, trustworthy, practical.
Weeping Willow, the Melancholy
Beautiful but full of melancholy, attractive, very empathic, loves anything beautiful and tasteful, loves to travel, dreamer, restless, capricious, honest, can be influenced but is not easy to live with, demanding, good intuition, suffers in love but finds sometimes an anchoring partner.
Lime Tree, the Doubt
Accepts what life dishes out in a composed way, hates fighting, stress and labor, tends to laziness and idleness, soft and relenting, makes sacrifices for friends, many talents but not tenacious enough to make them blossom, often wailing and complaining, very jealous, loyal.
Hazelnut Tree, the Extraordinary
Charming, undermining, very understanding, knows how to make an impression, active fighter for social cause, popular, moody and capricious lover, honest and tolerant partner, precise sense of judgment.
Rowan, the Sensitivity
Full of charm, cheerful, gifted, without egoism, likes to draw attention, loves life, motion, unrest and even complications, is both dependent and independent, good taste, artistic, passionate, emotional, good company, does not forgive.
Maple, Independence of Mind
No ordinary person, full imagination and originality, shy and reserved, ambitious, proud, self-respect, hungers for new experiences, sometimes nervous, many complexes, good memory, learns easily, complicated love life, wants to impress.
Walnut Tree, the Passion
Unrelenting, strange and full of contrasts, often egoistic, aggressive, noble, broad horizon, unexpected reactions, spontaneous, unlimited ambition, no flexibility, difficult and uncommon partner, not always liked but often admired, ingenious strategist, very jealous and passionate, no compromises.
Chestnut Tree, the Honesty
Of unusual beauty, does not want to impress, well-developed sense of justice, vivacious, interested, a born diplomat, but irritate and sensitive in company, often due to a lack of self-confidence, acts sometimes superior, feels not understood, loves only once, has difficulties in finding a partner.
Ash Tree, the Ambition
Uncommonly attractive, vivacious, impulsive, demanding, does not care for criticism, ambitious, intelligent, talented, likes to play with its fate, can be egoistic, very reliable and trust-worthy, faithful and prudent lover, sometimes brains rule over heart, but takes partnership very serious.
Hornbeam, the Good Taste
Of cool beauty, cares for its looks and condition, good taste, tends to egoism, makes life as comfortable as possible, leads reasonable, disciplined life, looks for kindness, an emotional partner and acknowledgement, dreams of unusual lovers, is seldom happy with his/her feelings, mistrusts most people, is never sure of its decisions, very consciences.
Fig Tree, the Sensibility
Very strong, a bit self-willed, independent, does not allow contradiction or arguments, loves life, its family, children and animals, a bit of a butterfly, good sense of humor, likes idleness and laziness, of practical talent and intelligence.
Oak, robust nature
Courageous, strong, unrelenting, independent, sensible, does not love changes, keeps its feet on the ground, person of action.
Birch, The Inspiration
Vivacious, attractive, elegant, friendly, unpretentious, modest, does not like anything in excess, abhors the vulgar, loves life in nature and in calm, not very passionate, full of imagination, little ambition, creates a calm and content atmosphere.
Olive Tree, the Wisdom
Loves sun, warmth and kind feelings, reasonable, balanced, avoids aggression and violence, tolerant, cheerful, calm, well-developed sense of justice, sensitive, empathic, free of jealousy, loves to read and the company of sophisticated people.
Beech, the Creative
Has good taste, concerned about its looks, materialist, good organization of life and career, economical, good leader, takes no unnecessary risks, reasonable, splendid lifetime companion, keen on keeping fit (diets, sports, etc.).
I'm reprinting this. I don't know where it came from, but I think it's just fascinating.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
And, I think because I’m such an admirer of him and his writing I sometimes make the larger attempt to pry and wonder how he writes and what he thinks about.
It’s interesting that he’s got channeling down. He knows. It comes across, certainly, as terrible and horrible, hey, he’s a scary book writer. But, he knows. I can tell.
My take on it is that it’s all in how you interpret things. If you think it’s going to be scary, then, likely it will be scary.
But, what I love about Stephen King is how he takes really ordinary things that we don’t give two seconds to think much about and blows them up. He takes the people and folks from around the edges of these things and watches as he stirs this pot.
I love the themes that go back and forth in his books. I caught a whiff of, “The Stand” and of Roland, the Gunslinger and his crowd in this book. And, though it was just a scent of these older and already published books, it was a familiar thing.
Once in his book, “On Writing” he described how he came upon the stories he writes. It was like he’d go out into the desert (of his mind and imagination) to go prospecting for stories. They’d be there sticking up out of the ground and he’d be interested enough to go dig them up. Voila. Story.
I read that book so fast. No wonder I’m fat. I read like I eat sometimes. And, enjoy both.
I owe Stephen King more than just the enjoyment I get from his books. His writing was the catalyst I needed to awaken the psychic awareness within me. Basically, I ended up overdosing on his books. After that I saw 222’s everywhere, started knowing when the phone was going to ring and things of that nature. One thing led to another and it wasn’t too many years later that I began channeling. I’ve written out the larger story at Talking to Spirit
Sunday, August 13, 2006
I’m thinking I ought to have done this one early on in the project just because it was at the beginning of the alphabet, but evidently I did not. Then, I look at the title: Resources for Aliens. That sounds like these are for Aliens not about them. So, I change the title. It now reads: Resources about Aliens.
That’s when one of the guides said, “Well, I guess that counts me out.”
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Actually, I didn’t even know there was an RSS feed until the other day when I found out somebody had mentioned Blogger had, with little fanfare, introduced it as an option. So, I’d like to get that sorted out too. My eyes not being what they once were didn’t read what my fingers had mistakenly typed: Spiritlog as opposed to Spiritblog. It made a difference where files were supposed to go and it took me awhile to find out what was going on.
It appears to have worked. I hope. We have a new name! www.thespiritmovedme.com If anybody has bookmarked us with the old blogspot name you might want to update it to the new one.
Right now I'm in the process of seeing if everything works okay. There will likely be a few more entries along those lines this morning as I see that everything is okay. I was very, very pleased to see that my archives transferred okay to my host and that the old blogspot space and the new domain were both accessible. The big and burning question will be where exactly will this new entry end up? So, with no further ado...watch out...I'm gonna press the button to see.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Out of the ashes of a difficult week there arose the idea that the universe is providing me with the means to move forward on my journey. If you have a crapolla day, please, rather than ignore it and hope it ends soon, ask the one tiny question: What do I need to do? Sit quietly, take a deep breath, try to calm yourself slightly and imagine that you are open to receiving an answer about what is the right thing to do. If the answer that comes to you is unlikely, it doesn’t hurt to remain sitting and wait for another answer to come. Not, that you have totally rejected the first one, just that you don’t feel you are calm enough. If the first answer was the one you really need to focus on, it will come back again.
One of the ways you can know that you are on the right course is if you feel better somehow. Usually, with me it is that I can breathe deeply again. It’s like a weight comes off of my heart and my lungs.
Also, I think it’s like waves…we dip down into crap to do something difficult and then rise up to surf the waves, the sun in our faces, the thrill of riding the curl of a wave as we move out into the fun stuff and reap the rewards of our harder labors as we dealt with the crap. So, there it is: crap, fun, crap, fun, crap, fun. It sounds slightly manic depressive, actually. Well, maybe it’s just life going through menopause.
It was interesting, that, as in our own lives, the spiritual transformation that took place for Mark seemed to happen gradually and with the help of the birds, the support he needed to make that particular leg of his journey was there for him. We just don't do this by ourselves. So, the book, the movie and Mark Bittner's website
Friday, August 04, 2006
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Subject: Heaven & Hell a scholarly explanation
HELL EXPLAINED BY CHEMISTRY STUDENT The following is an actual question given on a Washington State University chemistry mid -term. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.
One student, however, wrote the following: First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.
As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.
Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.
This gives two possibilities:
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, "It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.
The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct......leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."
THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A