spirituality

Sometimes I don't know when I am making things up or if they really happened. A few weeks ago I would have told you that I saw a light blinking in the sky and that it was totally a UFO. (Maybe I did tell you this, as this actually happened to me. It was blue.) Anyway, ask me now and I wouldn't be so sure.

I've been having the sort of day at work where I've needed to go to the bathroom every so often just to cry. This time I am writing rather than crying. Anyway, I've got the rest of the day to change it, right? And with the help of the Universe I am slowing turning the day around. This happened to me once before. I wrote about it here. That time I knew that it was an old friend, Mark, who had passed away that was helping me. This time, I think it's God.

I've never been much of a believer in God, especially after bearing witness to so much heartbreak in a short amount of time. By December of 2009 I had 0% faith in Him. But, that's another story.

So, back to my bathroom crying sessions... the last time I was in there I was sitting in the stall letting the tears flow when the title of this blog popped in my head. I found God in a bathroom stall. I laughed about it at first, thinking about how silly it seemed. Then, I put my head down on my lap and cried some more.

(This is the part where what I said in the first paragraph comes into play. I shouldn't be doubting myself about what I felt but it happened only for a split second and the more I think about it, the less certain I get. That's the problem, though, isn't it. Don't think, just feel.)

Evolving

Some messages are cryptic and some are not. But all are issued from the one same source, God the Creator.

When we are alone, contemplating our navel, we risk succumbing to outside interferences.  In the Ethereal Realms there are entities that worry about us because what we do, or not do, affects their future as well. You see, they already know that all the creatures of the Universe are interrelated.  What happens to one group affects all the others.

Forget for a moment that they are disappointed with us for proceeding so slowly.  Are not the sense of Self and Right to Be worth pursuing on their own merits? We don’t need a cosmic or personal calamity to be reminded of this.  For our own sakes, let’s evolve.  Let’s find that place inside where we are centered.  Let’s find that core of our being and express it gloriously.

Who knows when these entities from other worlds might show up?  Don’t we want to welcome them with our very best – all aglow and filled with love – so that they can feel at home here too?

Greetings in Love to All.

In a nutshell, I always knew there was more to life than meets the eye, and that I was extarordinary.  

I was always searching for a higher purpose, but when my efforts were impeded by half truths, I became cynical.  Started to slack off, a lot.

Then I got caught up in the Program, you know, finish school, find a job, start a family.  My happiness became less and less the more time went by.

I turned to unhealthy ways of having a so-called good time.  Guilt mixed with apathy isn't pretty.

Then in my web-surfing escapism, info about this 2012 phenomenon kept popping up all over Youtube, and I became curious, since it was almost here.  

Plus my inner voices had basically started flat-out telling me that I needed to be more loving to people and also please stop smoking.  

Music by Dr Moe

Images by Mother Earth

Dedicated to Us All

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