Friday, January 18, 2019

The Beginning



   The Universe was just fine, very fine indeed. After awhile the Universe felt creative. It started small at first, a pretty rainbow of colors massed together and some melodies. The Universe felt very pleased with these creations. But, one thing leads to another, as it always does. Let's go bigger and try new things, the Universe thought. As pleasing as this was, something was missing. The Universe decided to created a companion to create alongside her. Now, the Universe was neither female nor male, but for the sake of the story, we shall use the feminine, mother noun. It's as good as any.
   Who am I, you may ask? Just one of the Universe's creations telling the story of how it all began.
   The companion, the Universe created, was just like the creator and why not? The creator used it's own self to create the companion. So, what could make the companion different? Yes, the Universe thought, I shall give my companion complete autonomy. This way my friend can be her own self, more or less. Together, the two friends went on an artistic spree. Oh what fun they had! Eventually there were many, many more friends and many more places for the new friends to create. The Universe felt so fulfilled.
   Then, something happened that the Universe didn't expect. A dark patch in the fabric of creation appeared. Upon further inspection the Universe discovered that not every creation was beautiful or filled with light. In fact, some of the friends forgot where they were from. They forgot that they could be happy and have dream filled worlds of wonder. They created illusions of separation where they had to do things to get things. They believed that problems existed and solutions were difficult or non existent. This confused the Universe. Why would they choose to feel bad when it isn't necessary at all? Some friends reached the darkest of worlds and finally sought the light because they felt they had nothing left. Some, just disappeared into the abyss. This made the Universe sad. However, as things tend to do, the cycle eventually spiraled back on to itself and everything started anew.
   The Universe decided that the next time she would be careful with her new first friend. But, again, she gave her new friend free will because that was less lonely. And again, the spiral began. But, the Universe realized, slowly and gradually, the spiral began to brighten with each cycle. The Universe, sighed and felt satisfied. She realized that, in the end, we will all find our way back. When that happens, it will be a very beautiful Universe indeed. So, the Universe decided to carry on and take comfort that the light will brighten and grow as long as she creates and does not remain complacent.
   

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Inspiration

I am picking up this blog again because I need to. I get ideas, dreams and...yes...voices impressing wonderful information onto me. No, I'm not crazy. I mean there are tons of books out there from people who hear things from beyond themselves. Regardless, I feel the need to unload as inspiration hits.

Here is the latest:
You cannot bypass the system. You can understand how it works. You can have faith in it. For example, there are biological systems that correspond withe with mental and emotional states. You cannot force biology with drugs and supplements to do what you can do naturally. Dietary needs are obviously important but they are not the end all. Drugs are like wearing a mask. Until you change the source, nothing will be permanent or truly genuine. Illness is the manifestation of inner problems. Clear the inner discord and heal the illness. No matter what, never feel guilty or depressed over it all, just understand how it is and accept the Universe's love and be free.

Time is the test of faith. What you see is what you created long ago. For true vision, let go of all the rules society has ingrained into you. Follow your heart. The part of you that is connected to the Universe knows. for it is driven by unconditional love.

You must forgive the world and yourself. These grievances are anchors to something unreal. Otherwise, you can never truly be free.

Always remember, never pray for what you want. Doing this tells the Universe that you don't have it. Instead, thank the Universe for having received it. By doing so you are acknowledging the gift of miracle.
Visualize the desire as if you already had it. Feel how it feels to have it. Make it a virtual reality experience in your mind's eye.

Be ever thankful every day. Your desires  are your inheritance from God. Remember that you will meet what you put out so keep living and loving unconditionally for all.

Take care and see you next time. 🏡🗿

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Tuesday, May 17, 2016

A walk in the moonlight.


Walking at night in the moonlight is just one of the things I love to do. It is a wonderful time to reflect, relax and just exist. This is a special ambiance of existence that defies time. It allows the mind to ponder and soak in the Earth's true nature. Without the influx of everyday deadlines, needs and work, you can truly let go. It is important to disconnect every now and then. If we don't, we forget who and why we are. At the very least, we lose contact with our inner self. The true self who is cognizant of our authenticity.  So, take some time out of your life and take a walk on the quiet side where the moon lights your path while the world sleeps.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

The Wormhole Adventures: The Dickens You Say


The latest Wormhole Adventures book is out now. In this book, the children meet Charles Dickens. Charles Dickens shares many interesting facts about his life and books. They learn more about Barnaby and Dickens' other ravens. Dickens had a great affection for his pets, especially his ravens. Charles Dickens left a great legacy of literature. His tales of struggle and ultimate triumph stand the test of time. The human frailties and emotions within his tales haven't changed over the years. The human condition will always be challenged. That is one thing that will never change. Through Dickens stories we can follow along one individual's path to enlightenment. Join Barnaby the raven and his three young friends as they discover a new and fascinating world.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Children need ideas as well as food.

The world is a busy place full of busy people. I am no exception. Yet, I must take time out to let you know that my second installment in The Wormhole Adventures is out. The Wormhole Adventures is a children's chapter book series. It is intended to weave factual information into an adventure in order to educate and entertain. I've been told by parents who truly understand how young kids learn that they dislike children's books that talk down to their kids. I raised my children as if they were capable of learning anything. I never once treated them as if they couldn't understand. I refused to baby talk to them when they were babies. I read them stories that were considered too advanced. Kids have an innate learning ability. It is hard wired into their brains. I don't know too many older people who can learn an entire language in two years. Our educational system fails our children by teaching them as if they weren't smart. The Montessori schools are excellent, however. They understand how kids learn and teach visually and above their age level. My son went to Montessori at the age of three. He was there for three years. He came out with the knowledge to count to a thousand, read simple books, recognize classic masterpieces, play chess, set a table, and so much more. Today he is 16 and scored 100% on his math level II SATs, has been offered full scholarships, won state level chess awards and was offered to skip two grades at the age of 12. He is very happy and loves to learn. I always shared in his excitement  of learning. He loves video games too. So, he is very well rounded. I firmly believe that children just need to be exposed to information in order to learn it. If you're teaching them how to count to 10 over and over again, that's what they'll learn. If you just read simple picture books to them, then they will be at that level. Just because you don't think they understand doesn't mean they don't. Just watch very young children and you will see that they are experts at observation and mimicry. They learn by watching and tend to do very well at repeating processes they see.
   My books will offer higher level information in an elementary school format. There are some parents that believe some of the information is too complicated for younger children. However, I've never met a kid who says this. They will usually store any information they don't understand for later. Eventually, through further reading or exposure to similar knowledge they will put the pieces together. I've seen this over and over again.
     Naturally, there are kids who have trouble learning. Even they should be exposed to information in any way they can absorb it. Even if they are slow at learning due to behavioral issues, that shouldn't stop you from reading to them or buying educational videos. All children need to learn about the world they live in. Some kids may learn better by going on activities or doing experiments. Information is the greatest gift you can give your child. So, if you want to raise smart kids, who love to learn, give them the knowledge they need and desire. You won't regret it, I promise.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Cluttered Walls and random minds.

   

 I was looking at my son's room the other day. I guess I was in a retrospective mood. I realized that every inch of wall space was utilized. His walls were completely covered with posters, clocks, a mirror and his own artwork. My grown daughter had her own cluttered walls when she lived at home. I realized that the walls seemed to correlate to the types of people they are. They are thinkers. They like to read. They like to discuss matters of importance rather than gossip. I confess, alas, that I am the same way. My children are still their own, unique selves. We don't always agree on the same things. However, we do enjoy a deep, mind bending subject. I wonder, if only to myself, if a cluttered wall somehow correlates to a strong, intelligent personality? I've noticed that the mark of a great mind is usually paved by clutter. Clutter is vastly different than a trashy space. What I mean by clutter is the type of space filled with enigmas, art and books. Art can be anything from a movie poster to a Van Gogh reproduction. This is a space which accommodates visually pleasing and diverse eye candy. An area to write, read, listen to music or watch a great documentary. A mind that craves knowledge usually can't hold it all in. It spills out among its living space.
     I marvel at the home with vacant walls. I am aghast at the home with nary a book. I cannot fathom a home that lacks music. Conversely, those same inhabitants would probably be taken aback by my choice of surroundings. I wonder if those with bare walls tend to be followers rather than one who beats his own drum? I do know of a home like this. The inhabitants do tend to follow what is popular. They do not like books and tend to follow the status quo. They are quite "normal" by society's terms. At the same time, these types of people do not leave behind great art or words of wisdom. They cannot quote an obscure movie and list mind blowing books. They fall on extreme sides from being too gullible or too pessimistic. I also believe that they live more stressful lives. It isn't easy being normal. Society will tell you a completely different story. I do believe society lies. From my point of view, the more stressed out people are those trying to be normal.  
     On the other hand, those unique individuals who do not care who they please or don't please tend to be more laid back. They just live their passions. They understand that life is nothing but a medley of diverging paths. They do not stroke against the tide of diversity. No, they flow right along and marvel at each experience to the fullest. They delight in a great new read or work of art. They relish music in a way that only they can understand. To this end, I celebrate the chaos of the cluttered home. I laud the potpourri of wonders corralled into the four walls we call home.