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Love Thyself = Heal The World

Tue, 18 Sep 2007 18:11:34 GMT

Back in 2004/2005 I was very active in forums of various kinds, specializing in various subjects, matters and topics.   I learned so much from others in these groups. At different times in my life since then, depending on what is going on in my life, I will find myself practicing a concept either learned or honed from one of these groups without being cognizant of doing so. One such practice is that of "HO'OPONOPONO."

Ho'Oponopono requires that one understand certain Universal or Spiritual premises,or at least be open to them, before it can be fully utilized and effective in one's life. In order to fully implicate results from the practice of Ho'Oponopono, one must accept that everything in their life is there because they have allowed it to be there, created it to be there at some level and supports its' being there daily whether they are aware of it or not. One must accept the responsibility for every single solitary aspect in their life or in their realms of knowing.

Case In Point:

Through one of my forums, I heard about a therapist in Hawaii who cured a complete ward of criminally insane patients--without ever seeing any of them. The psychologist would study an inmate's chart and then look within himself to see how he created that person's illness. As he improved himself, the patient improved.

Any discerning or discriminating mind would, on the lower level of existence, consider this story totally ludicrous, and at the very least, an urban legend. How could anyone heal anyone else by healing himself? How could even the best self-improvement master cure the criminally insane? It didn't and doesn't make any sense. It is not logical, so this story is easy to dismiss.

However, there is something wonderful about Spirit. It knows truth. And if there is a Universal or God's Truth for one to know at any given time in one's life, SPIRIT will gently introduce it and gently nudge ones attention to it always waiting patiently for one to acknowledge it and endeavor toward understanding it.   This is what happened to me regarding Ho'Oponopono. When I was nudged again by an incident in my life that screamed a need for love and healing, I was immediately drawn back to this concept.

I have always loved the FULL RESPONSIBILITY for ones life and everything in it concept, so I had a steady foundation to stand on. BUT I had always understood "total responsibility" to mean that I am responsible for what I think and do, although I had an underlying sense that I could be responsible for what others do as well but never gave it much thought. However, this lil fractal kept bothering me and nagging at me and again, I would reason out and rationalize that just did not make sense no matter what my spirit was telling me. Anyway, I feel that most people think of total responsibility in this manner: if it is in their life and something they did or did not do, etc., well then ok, they will take responsibility~being responsible for what they do only, NOT what anyone else does. What everyone else does is out of OUR Hands! OR IS IT?

Maybe one should examine and make notes about their lives before they read on! This can be very important later.

The Hawaiian therapist who healed those criminally insane and mentally ill people is Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len. This is his story:

This Section is taken in part from Joe Vitale in his interview with Dr. Len:

Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len.worked at Hawaii State Hospital for four years. The ward where they kept the criminally insane was dangerous.

Psychologists quit on a monthly basis. The staff called in sick a lot or simply quit. People would walk through that ward with their backs against the wall, afraid of being attacked by patients. It was not a pleasant place to live, work, or visit.

Dr. Len told me that he never saw patients. He agreed to have an office and to review their files. While he looked at those files, he would work on himself. As he worked on himself, patients began to heal.

"After a few months, patients that had to be shackled were being allowed to walk freely, he told me. Others who had to be heavily medicated were getting off their medications. And those who had no chance of ever being released were being freed." I was in awe. Not only that, he went on, 'but the staff began to enjoy coming to work."

"Absenteeism and turnover disappeared. We ended up with more staff than we needed because patients were being released, and all the staff was showing up to work. Today, that ward is closed."

This is where I had to ask the million dollar question: What were you doing within yourself that caused those people to change?

"'I was simply healing the part of me that created them," he said. I didn't understand. Dr. Len explained that total responsibility for your life means that everything in your life- simply because it is in your life--is your responsibility. In a literal sense the entire world is your creation.

Whew. This is tough to swallow. Being responsible for what I say or do is one thing. Being responsible for what everyone in my life says or does is quite another. Yet, the truth is this: if you take complete responsibility for your life, then everything you see, hear, taste, touch, or in any way experience is your responsibility because it is in your life. This means that terrorist activity, the president, the economy or anything you experience and don't like--is up for you to heal. They don't exist, in a manner of speaking, except as projections from inside you. The problem isn't with them, it's with you, and to change them, you have to change you.

I know this is tough to grasp, let alone accept or actually live. Blame is far easier than total responsibility, but as I spoke with Dr. Len, I began to realize that healing for him and in ho 'oponopono means loving yourself.

If you want to improve your life, you have to heal your life. If you want to cure anyone, even a mentally ill criminal you do it by healing you.

I asked Dr. Len how he went about healing himself. What was he doing, exactly, when he looked at those patients' files?

"'I just kept saying, 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you' over and over again," he explained.

That's it?

"That's it."

Turns out that loving yourself is the greatest way to improve yourself, and as you improve yourself, you improve your world.

Dr. Len is now well into his 70's and is considered a grandfatherly shaman, and is somewhat reclusive.
Joe Vitale wrote a book called "The Attractor Factor" in which Dr. Len told Joe that as he improved himself, the vibration of his book would raise as well and in turn, everyone will feel the shift in vibration when they read it Mr. Vitales book and as Mr. Vitales life and being improves so will the readers life improve.

Curious, Joe Vitale probed Dr. Lens mind again by asking:

"'What about the books that are already sold and out there?' I asked.

"'They aren't out there,' he explained, once again blowing my mind with his mystic wisdom
They are still in you.' In short, there is no out there.
It would take a whole book to explain this advanced technique with the depth it deserves.
"Suffice It to say that whenever you want to improve anything in your life,
there's only one place to look: inside you. When you look, do it with love."

The words of Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len:

" Ho'oponopono is really very simple. For the ancient Hawaiians, all problems begin as thought. But having a thought is not the problem. So what's the problem? The problem is that all our thoughts are imbued with painful memories, memories of persons, places, or things.
The intellect working alone can't solve these problems, because the intellect only manages. Managing things is no way to solve problems. You want to let them go! When you do Ho'oponopono, what happens is that the Divinity takes the painful thought and neutralizes or purifies it. You don't purify the person, place, or thing. You neutralize the energy you associate with that person, place, or thing. So the first stage of Ho'oponopono is the purification of that energy.
Now something wonderful happens. Not only does that energy get neutralized; it also gets released, so there's a brand new slate. Buddhists call it the Void. The final step is that you allow the Divinity to come in and fill the void with light.
To do Ho'oponopono, you don't have to know what the problem or error is. All you have to do is notice any problem you are experiencing physically, mentally, emotionally, whatever. Once you notice, your responsibility is to immediately begin to clean, to say, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

Thank YOU   JOE VITALE for you bringing this into my consciousness and daily practice of living this life. I also am eternally grateful to Dr. Len.
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To Learn More about This amazingly wonderful practice you can go to:   http://www.hooponopono.org/
To Learn More about Joe Vitale's Book, "The Attractor Factor" you can go to:    http://www.attractorfactor.com/

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UFO EXPERIENCE?

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 17:51:11 GMT

Many people have had experiences in their lives that they consider mysterious or unexplained. More often than not, such an experience is deemed paranormal in nature because it cannot be explained using the five senses. The following is one such story.

At the age of eight years old, while living out in the country in San Antonio, Texas, I had an experience with Gray Horses. Many, many Gray Horses. They wanted to take me away and never bring me back.

On the night of this event, Mom had cooked a family favorite that evening. It was aroz con pollo or in the English translation, chicken and rice MEXICAN style. Although Mom was polish, the woman could cook any meal from any culture as if it were her native food. This meal was no exception. IT was a favorite of anyone who was lucky enough to be invited to our table when this meal was being served.

My job, after every evening meal was to wash, dry and put up all the dishes followed with, mopping and sweeping the kitchen floors. After having eaten this favorite meal on this particular night I noticed I felt very groggy, not right, and sleepy to the point of not being able to function well. It proved a trying task to complete my nightly duties and as soon as they were completed I retired to my bedroom to give into this strange state I found myself in. IT was a very dark night and it seemed to have gotten dark very quickly. I fell into a deep sleep only to awaken around 3:30 or 4:00a.m., from a very strange and vivid dream feeling very ill.

SETTING THE STAGE:

My bedroom was pretty much isolated from the rest of the house, had two entrances, one of which was located almost directly right off the kitchen (the kitchen was the only backyard outlet from the back part of our house) with a short hall between the two rooms. My other bedroom door opened up to a large den with front doors that led outside to the front yard, and also separated my area of the house from the rest of the house. The rest of the house on the complete other side, included my five brother’s bedrooms, my parents’ bedroom, the bathrooms, and my baby sisters’ bedroom. Connected to the den facing the back outside part of the house was my fathers’ library or office and then there was a hall on both sides of this office one leading back to the boys’ areas and TV room and the other bedrooms etc., with the other hall leading into the kitchen and the formal dining room. So as you can see, my room was very isolated from the rest of the home and at night was the quietest area of our huge home since I was usually the only one ever in that area at that time of day or night. My quickest route to outside was through the hall from my bedroom, through the kitchen and out the back door to the back yard. Our home was surrounded by crop fields and to one side a very heavily wooded area.

This particular home was a very spooky place to my five brothers and me. Many of us had witnessed so many things that could not be explained like the “see-through” man who constantly came and went through our underground tornado shelter. This man would never hurt us and we felt he was okay to be around and we actually got used to him. My oldest brother Wayne would actually try to talk to this “see-through” man and although the man never made any sounds or ever spoke back, he would gesture to Wayne quite a bit. My Mother had even witnessed this man and ordered my brother to stop trying to engage him in conversation or antics. Yeah right Mom! As if Wayne would ever listen? This man scared my Mother and bad and it was scary to see my Mom, of all people afraid of something.

The overall energy of this home and its surroundings was a very dark heavy dense bordering of menacing energy. I was always terrified for reasons never clear. I wouldn't go anywhere without the company of one of my brothers or a parent at all times. This was a real problem for my parents and they were very concerned about me and scolded me quite a bit. I just felt the place was evil and I wanted us to move out of there so very badly. I always felt that my very life was at stake there.

I have tried to set the stage for the reader to understand that 1) I was very isolated from my family because of the location of my bedroom, and 2) venturing outside at night when it was DARK was not something that I would have done. NOT ever! I would not do it in broad daylight more or less at night.

In this particular night, I found myself awakened feeling very ill after having had a very strange dream in which I was being given a green fluid to drink but my body would not tolerate and it kept rejecting it and I would vomit profusely. I was being instructed by these unseen beings that I was to get up, go outside and wait for the gray horses to come and get me. When they got there I was to obey them and go with them when it was time to go. They were to take me into the heavily wooded area of our land and I would not ever come back from the back part of that place.

I woke up hotter than I remember ever being in my life. I was drenched in sweat feeling very sick at my stomach. I went through the kitchen, grabbed a bar stool, climbed it and unlatched the door. I proceeded outside where I vomited in real life profusely and the vomit was green; a lime green. The next thing I knew my Dad was right there beside me. He seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He immediately started checking me and I realize now as an adult that I never saw Dad come out of the house and I was amazed to find myself outside without being in total fear like I always was. This was the only time I was not in fear at that the home the whole time we lived there.
I began telling my Dad that the horses were coming to get me and that I had to go. I had no choice amd I had to go. I told him of my dream and all that had happened in the dream. My Dad seemed to have already known what was going on. He informed me I did not have to go and that he would NOT allow me to go nor would he allow anyone to take me from him.

Right about that time, coming up the driveway which was on the same side of my bedroom and kitchen was a group of many, many horses. They were all gray. Sure enough they made their way to me and I was about to mount one as I was instructed to do by some sort of telepathy because everyone knows horses do not talk. My father stepped in and pulled me down in mid air before I ever mounted the horses back. He proceeded to confront these horses by reciting something that seemed like a prayer in a very strange language I did not understand. The recitations of my Dad had a very upsetting affect on the horses. They were angry and agitated and they huffed and snorted quite a bit as if they were threatening my father. My father got a grin on his face and continued his recitations. HE seemed to be having fun doing this and even though I could tell he was a bit urgent and concerned about his power in this situation he was asserting himself and his power over these beings. They did not like it and at times even seemed to in total confusion and dismay. I do not know how I know this, I am just reciting what I remember and what we discussed many years later with my father. These creatures were not computing what my Dad was doing and they did not like it one bit.

Finally, after about 15 minutes of this posturing between my and the horses, they abruptly made an angry retreat and left galloping across the field and all of a sudden completely disappeared from sight. LIKE Poof they were gone.

My dad, picked me up in his arms, told me that it was going to be okay now. He told me that if I had gone with them, he, Mom, the boys and Chell would never have seen me again and that I do not belong to them but to him and Mom. He took me inside gave me aspirin and a wet clothe with lavender on it and eased me back to bed. The next day, my Mom kept asking me if I was okay and would comment that I did not seem to be myself. I do not recall what my answer was to her but I do recall thinking about what happened the night before. So I was aware that this event took place and that there was no "missing time" involved unless that happened while I was asleep before ever having gone outside.

Some things seem important now that I am older. I was terrified of the night skies when I was a child. I had fears that far surpassed the normal “MONSTER IN THE CLOSET” child hood scare. But these events did not even make their way into my conscience daily thoughts. They just operated me, motivated me without me ever being cognizant of them. My awareness that fear was ruling me was below par even for a child.

It was not until the early 1980’s when this filed away episode revisited my life and finally got full attention and analyization.

My husband, George and I, were two peas in a pod. THE best of friends (we still are) and we had a very adventurous life together while we were still married. Our life together was never ever boring in any kind of way.

ONE day while on a trip to the Rio Grande Valley, Texas, we were on our way back home in route to Houston driving the long baron crop lined roads prominent in the Rio Grande Valley, when we found ourselves with something strange hovering over our car, making a very soft humming sound. The next thing we knew was that our car lost all power. The car came to a halt and would not start up but the radio was on and making all kinds of strange white noise. There seemed to be some kind of electromagnetic field around the car but we could not see it. Other than hearing the humming sound, and feeling what felt like electricity, what might have been causing the anomaly could not be seen from inside the car. Just as quickly as it happened it disappeared. The car started up again and the radio simmered down to play the station it was on before all this happened.

We did not ever find out what caused this but out of fun and jokingly, we did check our watches to make sure we had no missing time. There was no missing time.

Then on another such incident again in the Rio Grande Valley, as we were driving through the vast country side the Valley is known for, out of the clear blue, I got a funny feeling and a thought and an image in my mind that was NOT my own that took me back to the day the gray horses were trying to take me. The image was of a gray horse stepping outside of an orchard onto a gravel driveway, staring me down straight in the eyes and it was communicating to me that they still had me in their sights and they always knew where I was. ALWAYS! Freaked out I began to blurt this out to George and Jamie (my precious daughter) trying to tell them everything all at once. I had never told them this story ever before.

After George calmed me down I told them both the above story when I was 8 years old. They both seemed to be laughing at me and were giving each other the “rolling-eyes” routine and I felt sheepish to say the least. I know how far-fetched this story seemed so I laughed with them. All of a sudden George says “Hey, where are we? How did we get so turned around? I do not recognize this street. I must have made a wrong turn back there somewhere." He slowed the car and turned into a driveway to turn the car around and head back to find the street meant to be on. As he turned into the gravel driveway the car died and acted just like it did in the paragraph above. The dang car would NOT start and George was cussing under his breath a bit peeved. All of a sudden, on one side of the driveway was an orchard and out of the Orchard stepped this big GRAY horse! The horse seemed to have complete control of us and the car and it literally stared us down with big, big oval eyes. Jamie and George freaked out. It was exactly as I had described to them just moments before about the image of the horse, the surroundings of this horse, gravel driveway and orchard; and what the horse was conveying to me telepathically.

My heart was beating so hard I thought it would jump right through my chest. Jamie is literally crying to lets go and George keeps trying to start the car. Finally after a few minutes the horse steps BACKWARDS back into the orchard and disappears. The car starts and we head the hell out of there.

On the way out, we were all visibly shaken. George is asking twenty thousand questions. Jamie is still sniffling. The whole trip was tainted with this incident and none of us could shake what had happened.

When we got back to Houston, we visited my Dad and asked him what he remembered about the incident when I was 8 and if it ever really did happen. He said it most certainly did happen but he refused to elaborate on it at that time with George and Jamie and me. All he would say at that time was it did happen exactly the way I remembered it did and it was NOT a dream or a fantasy. IT was a real event and for now that is all he was willing to say on it.

Many months later, when Dad and I were alone, he explained some things about this incident. HE said they were UFO Aliens. They took on the shape of a horse because I loved horses and they do this a lot with people to keep the trauma of their visit to a manageable level for the person having the experience. Dad told me that what he had recited to them was jabberwocky! Dad used the word "Jabberwocky" when he thought someone was talking crap or what to him was nonsense. HE told me that we have free will and OUR free will CANNOT be interfered with and it was a UNIVERSAL law that applies to all of life here on earth and in space and other dimensions. Dad explained to me that these beings were actually trying to help the earth and the life on earth but that they have their own ways of doing it which is not always the same ways we humans do things. Dad further explained that they do not have divinity in them as we do and they are jealous of this fact and want our divinity. He said that they also have a very rigid thought process that does not include humor, satire, sardonic wit or any kind of wit or irony. He said they do not understand humor at all. He said if you communicate with them in this manner it literally confuses them and shuts them down or IT DOES NOT COMPUTE for them. HE also and finally told me IF we say NO they have to leave us alone. THEY cannot force us to do anything but we have to first become totally aware that they are engaging with us which they take measures to stop our awareness’s. If they did not stealth us they could not have us in any way, shape or form so my Dad told me to develop awareness every chance I got.

Since this episode happened, I have had a chance to use what my told me. The aliens were wrecking complete havoc in my life in the early to mid 1990’s. They entered my room at night and I had several visits off the earth so to speak. I had the proverbial black helicopters shooting beams of lights directly into my home late at night on many occasions, which I now know and understand, were the parting scenarios immediately after an abduction. The abductions included other Humans OR people working in concert with the aliens as well. I did not know how to stop all of this crap back then but it was in the mid 2000’s when I took the bull by the horn, got sick and tired of being afraid and decided it was gonna be me or them.

This was the turning point in my life. With my mind I would send out every single day the message that THEY would NEVER EVER DO THAT to me again. With my mind I told them I was ready to confront them head on. I told them I was IN CHARGE and they were NOT. The funny thing is that at the time I decided to reclaim my Power, I lived in the Rio Grande Valley. I had moved out of Houston to the Valley for a while and it was here where I was able to gain the strength I needed to take charge. AND it was here where I would see regularly while I was driving, sitting out on my patio or just out of the blue I got a notion to look outside and up in the sky, craft flying over head way up high and I could just tell they were watching me. I would laugh and get sardonic and satirical, sarcastic and ironic as I could in my thought processes and I would send them those thoughts. IT was always very quickly that they would disappear from sight after I took charge in this manner.

BUT they did come to me in my dreams or in my head or into my consciousness. They told me I belonged to them and that I am breaking my agreement with them to be the spokesperson for them. They told me I was theirs and that they cultivated me that I am nothing more than a bacteria culture and because of that I belonged to them. In this dream, I found it amazing that they called me a bacteria culture and that they claimed to have cultivated me from a bacteria culture. This was awesome information for me. I realized that they meant my physical body and not my spirit. I told them that I was using this bacteria culture right now and when I WAS FINISHED with it, they could have it back. THAT particular state of mind or telepathic communication ended with a huff on their parts but I knew they would be back.

Before they came back, I had another dream where my guardian angel told me that I was being fought over and that the fight was not necessarily good or evil or good vs. evil or right or wrong, but a battle of need. ONE part of the need was a much darker energy than the other side was and that I should choose the lighter brighter side to be a part of. BUT that the choice was in fact mine to make. IT really did not matter what choice I made because the results would be the same in the long run. That what is meant to happen will happen no matter my part in it.

Sure enough the aliens came back to me in a dream to communicate that I was theirs and I needed to come back and stand by my agreement. I conveyed what I had learned from my Guardian Angel and they said they respected that. But to let them know if I ever changed my mind and decided I would help them. They were certain that a time would come that I would see wisdom in my choice to help them and that they would know when the time came when I had a change of heart.

To this day I have not been bothered in any way whatsoever by any such alien communications other than strange phone calls every now and again and I know it is them. I actually feel a kindness for them now. AND I do not know nor do I care to know if I had been being abducted other times in my life. I do not see that it makes any difference if I had. AND I do feel that we will meet again but the next time will be on equal grounds. AND I do think that the majority of life outside of our planet is trying to help our planet from us humans . WHEN the time is right, they will be back and it will happen.

Love and Light,
The Galaxyline

The Rosary that Turned to Gold.

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 01:25:30 GMT

This is a Rosary I received from a friend who made the pilgrimage to Medjugorje, Bosnia-Herzegovina (the former Yugoslavia) in1988, where and when the Blessed Virgin Mary had been and continues to appear since 1981. IT is here that Mary is giving vital life saving messages to the world. My friend bought this gift for me there and brought it back to the United States for me knowing I like to use a Rosary as a Meditative tool. This GIFT is especially poignant because I could not make the trip with her since my parents, both having suffered long terminal illnesses, had just died within four months of each other. My father following my mother only four months after my mother had died and both at very young ages.

During the period prior to having received this gift, immediately following my fathers death, it was my routine to enter my praying room every day at 2:00 -3:00p.m., accompanied by my then 12-13 year old daughter, for an hour long prayer/meditation session in which I prayed and meditated primarily for my parents reception into heaven. It was a special room deliberately decorated to illicit a sense of spiritual peace and unity for the sole purpose of sanctified being/thinking or meditating/praying. Many people commented that upon entering this praying room, they were overwhelmed with a sense of love and peace so intense it made them feel like crying. Additionally, many times one could hear a faint chorus of music so beautiful again it would induce intense feelings of love and being loved, along with heavenly scents of what seemed to be incense of some sort or the smell of roses. I did not have any music in the room nor did I burn incense of any sort so these two occurrences, to me anyway, were simply Gifts From God. This room was a room a person found them self not wanting to leave, thus praying and meditating was easy, welcomed and looked forward to every single day.

The gift of the Medjugorje Rosary was a perfect edition to a very much loved daily ceremony celebrating a union with God, Heaven and all that is. The Rosary I had been using as a meditative tool was old and falling apart (I loved it nonetheless) but the gift of this Rosary could not have come to me at a better time. When I first received it as a gift the links and all the metal pieces were a bright silver/gray. I love the Rosary as a meditative and prayer tool and find it very powerful in getting my mind in a sedate meditative state thus making my mediations deep and intense, so I was so touched to have received this gift and it was quick to become one of my prized possessions taking precedence almost everything else I may have owned.

I began using this gift immediately in my daily prayers and meditations. IT is my absolute pleasure to report that many wonderful occurrences took place while I was using this Rosary in my daily observances. One particular and a first in a series of incidents included my daughter stopping her vocalizations in mid recitation of the "Hail Mary" to exclaim to me in an astonished voice... "MOM!, MOM you are covered in LIGHT! MOM pay attention, YOU are covered in light!" Her voice brought me out of a deep reverie where the only way I can describe what happened was that the GATES OF HEAVEN were opened and I was allowed in only to be told, YOUR Parents are already in Heaven, YOU can STOP praying for them now and NOW you should start praying for others and the world. The words in the last sentence that are in all caps are done that way to indicate where the emphasis lies in what these beautiful creatures in Heaven were telling me. I felt a joy and peace about my parents deaths that is prevalent even today every single time I think about that incident.   I just wish I could have seen the light my daughter said I was covered in. IT does not matter! She and I both had been awarded a miracle each our own and a full complete testament to the power of prayer and meditation. This is a gift NO ONE ever can rob us of. I am eternally grateful for this miracle.

Another incident happened in a completely different room, but during this same time period of my life. It was a Sunday mid-morning and my daughter, husband and I had just finished having brunch and were settling in on the lanai rattan assembly with full bellies and a lazy laconic catching up with each other conversation when the phone rings with Sandy, my sister-in-law calling to check in on me to see how we were doing. We, as a family, were especially attentive to one another since it was still so soon after my parents deaths. As I sat talking to Sandy, what seemed like a waterfall of light started to envelope me. LOL! Both my daughter and my husband were a bit shaken and their eyes were as big as saucers as they watched me become completely engulfed in this waterfall of light. I could see it as well and was amazed by it. George was asking me while looking up and around to see where it was coming from... "Boo boo, WHAT is that? Are you okay Boo Boo?   Where is that coming from?" And Jamie, my daughter saying to him... "See I told ya she was covered in light and YOU didn't believe me, WHAT do YOU THINK NOW SMARTY PANTS?" LOL LOL Family! Gotta love em. It seemed that time had stopped and although Sandy was still talking to me on the other end of the phone and Jamie and George were still carrying on, I do not recall what they were doing or saying. I was completely flabbergasted by what was happening and all of a sudden a clear voice told me ... "Tell her she is pregnant."   Well ~~ I hesitated and did not do it. This booming voice then demanded me to tell her she was pregnant. I was hesitant to do so because it was a sore subject for her. She and my brother had been trying to get pregnant for quite a few years and had not been successful. IT was a taboo subject that NO ONE in my family ever brought up unless Sandy or Charlie did. To do so now was very troubling indeed.   A third time and in a much more loving tone, as if whatever it was ordering me around like this understood and knew my heart without me having to speak it said "Tell her she is pregnant and she will give birth to a beautiful healthy girl!"

The third time I obeyed and very gingerly said "Sandy? Sandy uhhh, YOU are pregnant! Sandy YOU are gonna have a girl! Sandy it will be a beautiful healthy girl and YOU ARE definitely pregnant."    Complete silence!   My heart was thumping so hard I thought it would come out of my chest. FINALLY, Sandy says "Sandra, you always seem to know things and that is the reason I am calling you today. I have missed my cycle for two months and I took a pregnancy test. IT resulted as positive. I do not trust it and I had to talk to someone. They have resulted positive before only to be wrong. With so much going on with your parents dying and all, and all that Charlie has been through, I do not have the heart to tell him and then be wrong. She said, "Sandra I am so scared because I want this so bad!   I want this for Charlie and for me! Sandra, something in my heart and head urged me NO told me to call YOU! (she emphasis's the YOU part) Maybe I am pregnant. I will see my doctor on Wednesday and I will know for sure then. I will call you and LET you know. I love you Sandra! Thank you for listening and being there for me! I have to go now. Bye!"   That was it.   The light disappeared and I sat there looking stupidly at George and Jamie like well ~~~~ what the hell and I SURE HOPE SHE IS PREGNANT! George and Jamie both said in unison "YOU BETTER HOPE SHE IS!" Then we just sat and pondered what had happened for a while before going on with the rest of our day! Sure enough the following Wednesday evening about 6:00p.m., I get a call from Sandy and Charlie. They are on their way to their favorite restaurant to celebrate their confirmed pregnancy!   Two people could not be happier than those two at that moment. I thanked God after having a happy cry and marveled at all that had taken place. Oh yeah, Sandy and Charlie did have a beautiful baby girl who has now graduated as Valedictorian of her class and is a recipient of a full scholarship for a four year degree and is at University as I write this now.    NEAT as heck huh?

Many other incidents took place as well. I started to have visions as clear if not clearer than I see this screen typing this narrative at this very moment. These visions were so clear and permeated out of the center of my forehead. I had two such visions that when I followed up as directed by them, the dangerous situation of my daughter at those moments were completely prevented and could have been fatal had I not followed up on them.   It is amazing to me even today when I remember those times. 1988 marked a period of rapid spiritual growth for me that included the acceleration of deeper awakening of my sixth senses. These senses are still strong today.

One day, many months after she had given me this gift, my friend called and asked me to retrieve the Rosary and tell her what colors the links were. To my amazement more than a third of the links had turned that beautiful gold you see pictured above. My friend informed me that every Rosary she had given to others had been turning gold the more they were being used in prayers and mediations. Sure enough after a while the whole Rosary turned the most brilliant solid gold I have ever seen and I do love gold. Many (what others would call) miracles have happened when I have dedicated serious prayer and meditation using these beads. I am careful in the matters I chose to use this Rosary for. Some of these stories have been included in this blog entry but it would take a book to tell of them all .   I plan on putting most of my experiences to print and publishing them to this site for your reading and hopefully for your responses of a like nature

HOWEVER ~ FOR NOW I hope you, the reader, will be blessed in some personal special way by viewing this Rosary. I hope and pray that God give you a miracle tailor made just for you. ONE that will leave you feeling loved, complete, happy and whole in a way you have never felt before .

GOD BE WITH US ALL

The Leaf & The Monk

Wed, 12 Sep 2007 20:10:02 GMT

One day in 2001, I was working in my garden with the help of my neighbor Dave. We had lots to do and he was his usual wonderful self and came out to help me. It was an especially windy day in the tropical climate of the Rio Grande Valley, Texas, where I was living at the time.

As Dave and I cut and trimmed away at the vast garden I was growing, there was a particular palm tree I loved and tended to with the utmost care. I had trimmed off all the dry leafs of this tree, and then pruned it back to make way for new growth. In so doing, there were healthy green leafs that had to go.

Dave and I just continued chatting, cutting and pruning when I began to realize I was getting extremely aggravated. While Dave continued to work and chat, I stopped what I was doing long enough to take notice of a leaf that seemed stuck to me on my leg about knee level. I realized when I went to remove this leaf that I had been absentmindedly battling it for about 30 minutes and it just seemed to be ON ME. I inspected it for sap or anything that may have made it stick to me the way it was and found nothing. I figured it was just the wind causing this leaf to stick to me. Once again, I threw it down, but this time taking care to put it far enough away from me that it would just blow away from me and would pick up and go with the flow of the high winds.

Much to my shock and dismay, this leaf in mid-air turned directions and stuck to my left palm. I noticed a funny vibration when this happened and again I attributed the movement to the high winds. Again, I tried to take it and lose it in the wind by opening my hand wide with the palm spread open and I stuck it out in the flow of the wind, only to have the same thing happen. Finally I got Dave’s attention and asked him to watch what this thing was doing. Dave had a puzzled look on his face while watching me demonstrate how this green leaf would not take flight with the direction of the wind but was instead fighting (and winning) against the wind to land back into the palm of my left hand. Dave then noticed the same vibration I had just moments earlier.

Curious, Dave grabbed the leaf from my hand while I still had it wide open to let the wind catch it and still the leaf stuck to me moving ever so funnily.

When Dave finally managed to get the leaf into his hand and he held the leaf it stopped all movement and he just looked at me with that TWILIGHT ZONE kind of look and he threw the leaf down. Amazingly this leaf made its way back into the palm of my left hand and started a frantic type of movement. Right before our eyes this image you see above began to appear. Although a lot of the in-depth imagery is faded a bit, and my cats seem enthralled with this item and had gotten a hold of it a few times before I tried to preserve it, when it happened the colors were beautiful and the image of the man and swan was deep and true and clear as if one was looking at a picture. The figure was also one I was vaguely familiar with but could not place how, where or why it felt so familiar to me. Dave and I watched a bit alarmed at what we were witnessing until the complete picture was done, at which point the leaf fell to the sidewalk and started to blow away with the wind causing Dave and I to have to chase it to retrieve it.

The leaf has turned yellow since then and has lost much of its details but the face of the man can still be seen pretty well in these pictures I took of it and even more so in real life. I finally was able to place the how, where and why it felt so familiar to me. The little picture of the figurine above was one of a set of three Monks given to me as a gift, that I had packed away in a box for moving and did not come across until a few months later, when I finally unpacked that box. When this leaf was green, it was the exact image of this Monk and swan down to its most minute detail. This fact really freaked me out and I have tried to find an answer to it ever since.

I wonder what this Monk stands for. If I found that out maybe I would understand why this happened to me with this leaf. NONETHELESS, I now share it with you and I hope you at least find it interesting how some things just seem to be unexplained.

Enjoy!

UPDATE

SINCE posting this picture and this story on my website that I built on AOL, I have had many emails from people in the Asian community telling me that this MONK stands for SELF-ACTUALIZATION. Ha! I do not know what this means but they have asserted that I must have been in the throngs of this concept and had gotten through it and this was my reward for having done so. PLEASE further note: I had a dream in 2003 that was absolutely magnificent and will be told. This dream is baffling to me as is this leaf but the theme is uncanny. Please be looking for the posting of this dream I had. I am associating this activity with that same activity that causes crop circles. BUT this realization has just come to me and I have much work to do regarding understanding this connection before I can put forth any real synopsis of such.

Beginning at the Beginning

Wed, 12 Sep 2007 10:50:12 GMT

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I present myself to you through shining happy, accepting and content eyes. Following is a story of my early initiation into the Sacred Mystical Beginnings of a spiritual or paranormal nature. The following events began happening in my life at a very young age and to the best of my personal earliest recollection in the early 1960's in the spring/summer season. I was 4 years old turning 5 in the mid-summer month of June. And these events began in a big, big way.

The first episode took place on a busy highway in California on the way to the hospital to see my mom who had just given birth to the number 4 brother of our family. My father was allowed by the hospital to bring for a visit with my Mother, my oldest brother Wayne, and myself. My brother and I just barely met the age requirements for such a visit and we felt

On the trip there, being a Daddy's Girl through and through, AND the only girl so far, I was the one allowed to sit by the window of our Chevrolet station wagon with full control over the door window and door handle and all the other mechanisms associated with doors of a station wagon of that year. Dad had given me very strict and stern instructions to NOT TOUCH ANYTHING or I might hurt myself and even maybe fall out of the car. Ha! As if...??!!

Sure enough I TOUCHED everything BUT this did NOT satisfy me... (touching did not tell me what would happen if...? I pulled this or tugged at that or snapped this thing down or whatever...) therefore I escalated my experiment to include snapping the door lock down, rolling the window up and down, pulling the door handle.......

Ha ha! Yep, you guessed it. OUT I flew....

NOW ~~ in those days the posted speed limit was kind of a new thing... and it was posted at 75 mph. Dad was doing his duty by traveling at 75mph, when I made my grand exit out of the speeding car and onto the highway. Most people would have been dead or killed but not me... (it has been said I am too mean to die and only the GOOD die young--yeah righttttt!) In mid-air I was caught by a beautiful shining being. The being was female in energy and I felt like I had known her all my life. She WAS NOT a stranger to me. I knew her. I knew her better than I knew my own mom and dad and even myself. She represented my reality. MY REAL LIFE... and she was love, is love and filled with love. Do not ask me how I knew this... I just did. It was a fact. A given.

This beautiful creature caught me and with a joyous laugh that puts all other sounds known to humankind to shame in comparison.. she told me how God loved me... and this was just the start. She set me down on the freeway and we talked. She talked and I listened for a while... until I began asking every conceivable question a 4 year old could conjure up... This was a joyous time for me and she seemed to love this exchange as much if not more than I did.

Time to a four year old is not applicable... (Come to think of it, I have always had a problem with time) but in my adult mind now and looking back, I can say that this visit seemed to take hours. I am so very uncertain about the time factors involved and am not even sure that it matters. However, we did talk and I did learn many things with this being while she graced me with her company.

When this episode was over and when this beautiful shining being left, it seemed to have been prompted by my dad's frantic scurrying back to me from a place on the highway a bit ahead of me in the distance...I see her departing and at the same time I see Dad running like a crazy man trying to get to me. He reaches me and stops dead in his tracks when he sees me standing there and he th look of total unbelief on his face. He gingerly grabs me, starts moving my arms up and down, tracing my head, arms and extremities to see where my BO BO's were only to find NOT a scratch on me. As my dad is checking me for injury I keep telling him that the beautiful shining lady caught me and for him to not be worried because I was okay. The beautiful lady caught me dad... she said God loves me very very much. She said that you love me too. She said........ She said........ she said, etc. LOL LOL. He picks me up in his arms... runs back to the car and heads home with me and my brother. Totally freaked out Dad drives home, with me in the middle or betwen him and Wayne with a freaked out look on his face while the whole way home Wayne is antagonizing the hell out of me by saying YOU ARE IN TROUBLLLEEEE when you get homeeeee..... He would NOT shut up~~~ the brat.

Once we arrive home Dad sits me down in my mom's enormous formal dining room at her most beautiful formal dining table (this was the biggest NO NO of the time for us children... we were NOT allowed in this room under ANY circumstances without adult supervision and a special occasion) and he begins to feed me sugar. Tons and tons of sugar! I had so much sugar in my mouth it was all over Moms beautiful formal dining room table and I was telling dad with a mouth full of sugar with half of it falling out of my mouth onto the table while I spoke telling him that he was in big trouble with Mom because this was HIS fault and NOT mine. He did not stop. He made me eat all that sugar. He thought I had some kind of shock thing going on and this sugar remedy was one he grew up with in his Mayan heritage ways that was used to prevent shock. LOL He was the ONE in shock. NOT me. LOL He should have been the one to eat the sugar and NOT ME. To this day I cannot stand sugar because of this episode.

Anyway to conclude this PART of the story, Dad instructed me sternly not to tell anyone at all about this experience we had because anyone listening would think we were crazy. He siad he did not want to hurt anyone and he would if they said any such thing about me HIS LITTLE MEJA, so it was best for this to not be talked about. My concern to dad was to get my brother in trouble for antagonizing me all the way home about me being in big trouble when we got home and I demanded Wayne be chastised. Dad would not hear me or could not hear me I guess... all he kept telling me is to NOT SAY A THING about this to anyone. I would catch Dad staring at me intently or in a funny way a few times after this happened as if he was still trying to figure out what happened. For years I never did say a word. I never told anyone anything. Nor did Wayne. Nor did Wayne and I discuss it other than to have Wayne tell me I was a sicko with brain damage from falling out and hitting my head when he wanted to make me angry. LOL THE BRAT he was. And yes it did make me angry each and every time he did this to me...

BUT (THIS IS THE OTHER PARTS OF THIS STORY) this episode was to be repeated the very same time of year the very next year on the very same bridge and highway and would prove to include another being as well. The second time it happened is almost a carbon copy of the first episode (including the mouth full of sugar remedy of dad's) and the occasion this time was when my baby sister was born in May and we were traveling to see Mom again in the hospital. I did the very same exact thing I had done the previous year and fell out of the car again, only this time at the same exact spot as before I go flying over the bridge and was on my way down when I was caught by this beautiful shining Male being who brought me back to the pavement of the highway, where he set me down and we were met by the beautiful shining female being from the first time this happened the year before.

I was so happy to see her and the laughter of these beings combined sounded like a music that could touch our very cores. I knew this male being as well as I did the female being and we talked and talked and it felt like I got to spend a lifetime with them.They told me all kinds of things but most especially to try very hard to go easy on my poor parents. They told me they knew this would be a major task for me but that I must really try to stay out of danger. They told me that my spirit brings God a whole lot of happiness and that God loves me and laughs at the things I had done so far in my short life. They told me that God wanted me to try really hard to not be so daring and unconcerned about my own physical safety. These beings smiled and laughed a whole lot with me and I love them to this day.

Then the very same thing from above, with a few minor differences, took place just like the year before with Dad running towards me, checking me for injury, taking me home, putting tons of sugar in my mouth etc. But this time Wayne kept taunting me telling me I was an Martian and I came from a different planet and I needed to go back. LOL gosh could he make me mad..... He kept doing the Lost in Space theme and My Favorite Martian theme to me. AND DAD LET HIM. Dad was in another world. LOL. He had the most peculiar look on his face all the way home.

Although these two events ( and there is a third I am fixin to tell you about) marked the beginning of my recollection of paranormal or spiritual events in my life, they were in no way over. These kinds of episodes continue in my life to this day. I have had visions... so real it defies explanation... I have had guidance to the point of wondering if anyone else could see and hear what I was being told.. ohhh so many experiences it is hard to tell all of them.
To conclude this BEGINNING STORY FOR MY NEW WEB SITE TELLNG THE WHOLE WORLD (MALEC JOE AND LT) EXACTLY HOW CRAZY I AM. HA HA ~~ I will tell the last event that took place during that year.

My sister was born in May and I was born in June. One month later in June on my 6th birthday after the birth of my only sister and the second falling out of the car episode, I was given a pool party birthday party. I did not swim much and I was forbidden to be around the pool alone. There were so many people there and one could easily get lost in a crowd or NOT be heard because of everyone talking. I kept trying to get someone to take me swimming but no one would hear me. So, I jumped into the pool while Wayne, who was always my keeper of sorts, and he is yelling at me to NOT do it and that I would get in big trouble and he was not gonna help me swim.

Too late, I had already jumped in and the next thing I knew, I was struggling to get above water. I could hear Wayne screaming for help. But no one could hear him. I remember struggling so hard to get air and get above water and feeling like my lungs were going to burst when all of a sudden I could breath again. I assessed why this was happening and in so doing, I saw that I was not under water but that my body was. The body was just floating around down there kind of almost touching the bottom of the pool but not ever quite making it nor did it stay still, but would sway with the waves of the water. It just kind of floated around down there. I was glad. The way I was feeling ~ so free~ at the moment made me NOT want to have that body or any body anymore. I was almost even angry that I even had to have a body.

The next thing I know, these very same two shining beings were at my side while I watched as Wayne screamed and screamed and he was crying and it was killing me to see him cry. I was hurting him and I wanted him to know I was okay but he did not pay any attention to me as I was yelling with all I had to make him hear me over all the noise. The next thing I know he disappears into the house and soon reappears with my parents in tow. I could see them pulling my body out of the water and they rushed me to the other side of the pool and laid me on the grass. Wayne was frantically crying. To this day..., I tear up at the memory of his pain. I am so sorry that I hurt him in this way.

My parents and a group of other adults were moving the arms all around and hitting the body on the chest and pushing down real hard on that body. I knew they were trying to get the water out of the lungs of that body. All the while Wayne is frantic.
Every time I tried to yell at Wayne to let him know I was okay, these Angels told me HE CANNOT HEAR YOU. I would rebel and say YES HE CAN. They said NO HE CANNOT. They instructed me to quiet myself and they had a very urgent demeanor to them. I could feel the urgency they were feeling. This time there was no laughter or gaiety. This time it was pure alarm and completely urgent. I kept asking them why Wayne could not hear me and to please please Tell HIM I am OKAY. TELL HIM I AM SORRY. I AM SO SO SORRY. They did not comply with my cries but did reply that it would do no good that he could not hear us. They instructed me that when Wayne said my name I had to go back into my body. I told them NOOOO I AM NOT. They said YES YOU ARE. I said NO I am NOT. They said I had no choice and to hush for now. I said NO I AM NOT GOING BACK. They said YES YOU ARE and that is all there is too it. Sure enough Wayne says my name and swoosh ~~~ all of a sudden I am back in my body.

AND BOY am I mad. LOL OMG! Now that I am writing this down, I see how I must have been such a pain to my brother and my parents and my gosh was I a handful.

Well dang it I WAS FIGHTING MAD at Wayne. I came back yelling at him WHY DID YOU SAY MY NAME WAYNE? WHY? LOL. He just hugged me and was crying and trying to dry his tears. I do not think he heard me but I was mad at him for weeks after. This part I remember well. He was mad at me too. He told Mom and Dad he did not think he could take care of a sister like me. Which Dad made his responsibility. WELL dang it I did not need HIM to take care of me. I COULD take care of myself. I will show him and so set the stage for our relationship throughout life. LOL. ME proving to WAYNE that I could and would always take care of myself.

Wayne died last year on May 31, 2005 and this is a story unto itself and suffice to say... again, just before he died, he took care of me once again and once in for all.

This is all I can write right now... as I miss him terribly and have managed to set myself to crying.......

See you all later....Enjoy!