Sunday, September 30, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
I wanted to share with my readers that I have been trained as what is known as a 'DreamWalker' for the death trasition. I took the training in the summer of 2005.
What is DreamWalking? You can visit the DreamWalker website to learn more, but I'll quote from it here to give you a quick overview:
Saturday, September 22, 2007
My Aunt Jean's Daughter, Julie, was cleaning out her Mother's attic, and came across some old photos which she sent to me. Aunt Jean's was my father's sister, and included in the wonderful package of photos from Julie were two of my father as a young man. I'd never seen any images of Dad younger than his mid-twenties, so it was a real treat to get these! The first one, where he looks like a teenager, did not scan well, the background and hair being stained with glue or something, so I did some photo editing of it.
This second photo has also deteriorated over time. The hair is looking peculiar, but I decided not to mess with it. Dad's hair was black, though, not the lighter color it appears to be in this photo. This was taken when he was 21, and a student at Yale University. I think he looks a lot like his mother, Julia, in this photo.
And also, this seems like as good a place as any to include his obituary, taken from the New York Times, May 1967:
Friday, September 21, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
I'm very pleased to say I have mastered a new skill - Hair Levitation. I'm not yet sure exactly how I will put this skill to use in my day to day life, but, even so, I DO like the peculiar way it makes me feel when I do this! I am thinking about offering classes in hair levitation to others, perhaps as a home study course through e-mail and video classes. Please let me know if you would be interested.
I showed my hair levitation skill to Lena, a young cat who is currently boarding with me. Somehow I am not sure she properly appreciated it...
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
The image below is from my baby book, written by my mother, showing my original birth name of Julia. As this is the only notation, we can assume that this is as far as I progressed in my personality development...
It says: "Julia loved to dress up in too-big boots, hats, coats, etc. & parade up and down till we laughed."
I'm just noticing now that she put it in the past tense... so perhaps I did progress beyond this stage, but Mom just never got around to describing it.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
I wanted to let you all know I may be posting less than normal for the next week or more... I'll be attending the Quantum Leap celebration in Taos this week, something that has been looked forward to for years now! Almost 700 people, from over 26 countries, are gathering for this event! And that is only those coming in bodies... who knows how many disincarnate beings will also be attending? They are harder to count, because they don't have to officially register. But I did register today, and I got this nifty name badge to wear:
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
And here is a clearer version of that photo of her, which I found later:
Now, here's a little bit about these two, from info collected by my Cousin Mary, who may or may not actually be a cousin, but either way IS a dear friend, and wonderful at digging up genealogical data.
"Mary Hayes Willis, daughter of John and Mary Willis, was born July 13, 1780, and married in Orange County, North Carolina, May 30, 1795, Dr. Thomas Benn Gloster. The Bible of Dr. Thomas Gloster was taken to Tennessee by his descendants. It gives much information of interest on the family in Warrenton. The following from the Bible:
"Thomas Benn Gloster, son of Arthur and Catherine Gloster, was born in the city of Limerick, Ireland, St. Michael's Day, September 16, 1763, left Limerick July 1, 1785. On February 20, 1786 he arrived in Warrenton, North Carolina, one of the United States of America." He died there January 13, 1819.
Dr. Gloster and his wife, Mary, had two children: Arthur Brehon Gloster, born 1799, and Elizabeth Willis Gloster, born 1796.
That Elizabeth married John Anderson, son of Daniel & Maizy (Mary) Anderson of Scotland in 1815. They had five children, and then moved to Tennessee. My line comes down from their second child, Thomas Gloster Anderson (b. about 1820, d. 1882).
Two things jumped out at me from this --> My Great, Great, Great, Great Grandpa Thomas left Ireland exactly 170 years, to the day, before MY birth in 1955. And he married Mary when she was only 14 years old, and he was 31. That seems a young age for her to get married, but perhaps it was not unusual back then. She had her first child the following year.
UPDATE: Here is a memorial that has been put up for the cemetery where Mary Hayes Willis Gloster and others (including my gr. gr. gr. grandparents John Anderson & Elizabeth Willis Gloster Anderson) were buried:
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
I wanted to share this video clip to introduce you to Story Waters. If what you hear in this resonates with you, be sure to visit www.limitlessness.com for more from Story and his partner Lee Harris. There is a wonderful wealth of material on their site!
~ Namaste ~
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Yesterday I was outside and noticed again the box of old letters I'd dragged out of the garage to go through. I'd left it outside because it had been peed on by some industrious cat, and it was stinky. There were still a few old letters left in the box, and I began poking through them. Then I noticed at the very bottom was a case for eyeglasses. I've been wearing older glasses these days, as my fancy newer bifocals keep breaking and I haven't wanted to spend money to buy new ones yet. So I thought I might have found another old pair to wear.
But when I opened up the case, much to my surprise, I found a long, musty smelling letter, written about 23 years ago, in my own handwriting. It was an extremely unhappy letter, a desperate letter, written when I felt trapped by cruel circumstances, and frightened by what the future would bring. In particular, there was great anxiety over money matters, as I'd just had a large financial setback.
Reading through the long letter, which I'd totally forgotten writing, brought back an echo of the nasty emotions I'd been experiencing at the time I wrote it. And I thought: "This is no good to keep around here. It is holding the energy of fear and limitation. It should be gotten rid of immediately!" And then that side of me that always has a joke to crack chimed in, thinking: "Well, NO WONDER I haven't won the lottery yet, with this potent storehouse of bad juju overshadowing my life!!" It felt as if desperation and hopelessness was just ooozing out of this letter. It seemed most foul and loathsome.
At once, I lept up with the abominable document and rushed inside, pausing only to grab a butane lighter. I went to the kitchen sink and lit the letter on fire, where it lept into flames as if it had been waiting for the chance to do so! In seconds it was over. The kitchen reeked of burnt offerings, and the energy stored within the letter had finally been released, to find other, more joyful, forms to take. I felt great relief, as if a painful boil had been lanced from my psyche.
And then I brought the blackened remains outside, to photograph their final resolution, as I picked the husk of darkness up and crushed it, leaving only ashes to be blown away by the cleansing wind. And now the future is open for all good to flow my way- rivers of milk and honey, I welcome you; blessings of all kinds, I invite you in, as I smile with gratitude.
Monday, September 10, 2007
These two photos taken at work Saturday morning... first, this lovely but dangerous black widow, who I found hanging, belly up, in her web in the hallway just outside the therapist's office at the Zombie Free Youth Shelter. Although I was a bit nervous taking this close up, she was very cooperative in posing while I photographed her.
And then, as I was leaving work, about 9 hours later, I paused to photograph this last late summer rose, still blooming by the front door. It smells as beautiful as it looks!
I'd like to thank Lady Banana for honoring me with the Blogging Star award. You can visit her interesting Lady Banana blog by clicking here. This award originated from Skittles' Place and here is what it's all about:
Now I'm supposed to nominate 5 others...
As usual, I'm flaking out on this part.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
Mrs. Auerbach and her two daughters, Miss Katharine H. Auerbach and Miss Helen, the débutante, in white satin, received the guests near the entrance to the small ballroom, which was decorated with pink tapestries and pink roses and azaleas, and where the cotillion was danced.
There was general dancing to the music of the Rosenberg Orchestra until midnight, when a seated supper was served at small tables placed in the adjoining suites of rooms and the cotillion followed.
William Baylis, Jr., dancing with Miss Helen Auerbach, led the cotillion. In the several favor figures, gold pencils and scarf racks were given to the men and the girls received fancy work bags and fans.
Those invited included a number of the married friends of Mr. and Mrs. Auerbach, and also a number of young married people and most of the débutantes of the season. "
Then it goes on to name a long list of the guests who attended. I've never heard of any of them, and you probably haven't either, so we'll just leave that part off.
Camp Funston, Kansas
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Then he wandered off, back down by the irrigation ditch. This goes under the fence and over to where there are some apartments. I figured that was where he'd come from. Henry and I went over to the bank of the ditch, to see if the meezer was still there. He was, and he came and went several times, flirting with us, but also nervous. I went inside to get my camera. When I came back out, Henry was lying on the bank, waiting for the meezer to reappear. I sat down and joined him.
A better view of the meezer, now looking rather alarmed:
Shortly afterwards the meezer left, and did not return. I went off to town to do my errands, and the cats all went back to whatever they were doing before the meezer appeared. But I am certainly left wondering if we will see our cute visitor again in the future.