My Spiritual Windows

Enter your email address: Delivered by FeedBurner   Where did Forbes go when he died? http://religion.blogs.cnn.com/2010/12/13/where-does-fido-go-when-he-dies/?hpt=C2 Coming across this article on cnn.com, once again asking the ageless question: “Where do animals go after dying?” Large percentages of people would say they just “die” with the answer prompted from a religious background and teachings, accepting the belief animals do not have a soul, therefore do not exist beyond the physical. Oh, the blarney in thinking so! How do animals differ from their human companions? Alternatively, do they? Both have a consciousness that triggers right and wrong reactions, choosing how to respond, so it must not be the consciousness. Both share like types of physical organs, so it would not be physical differences. Both share the capacity to reason and think, so it is not the ability to reason. Both hold fears of circumstances occurring in their lives, s...

Enter your email address: Delivered by FeedBurner Teach your children well “Wyoming” is the face of a child I knew, who became a statistic, ejected from a vehicle – beautiful and gone way to early from this world Yesterday in Gardner, Kansas; another accident took a child from this world when ejected from a vehicle in a head-on accident, I do not know this family, though Christmas to all who did know and love this child will never be the same. The possibility this child, was not restrained in a vehicle is a very real possibility and one of the few subject heads in life I do feel passionate about. When I was a child, wearing seat belts were a personal decision and for a child one left to the parents to enforce. Many parents, as well as my own held a belief in some form accidents were fate and sent their prayers fate such as this would not be part of their life. In the decades since, statistics have shown seat belts save lives beyond being in the hands of fate, taking fate into...

Enter your email address: Delivered by FeedBurner A Final Choice "I have to prepare for the possibility if I die before they are grown" to make them "able to function without an involved, engaged, and admiring parent," she said. "So I need to create the picture for them that I want them to have." http://www.cnn.com/2010/POLITICS/12/06/elizabeth.edwards.obit/index.html?hpt=T1 Elizabeth Edwards died today, bestselling author, senators’ wife and most importantly to her – mother of her creation of children left to carry her legacy. The statement above written today in the column for CNN.com announcing her death with words I believe ring true with any mother and the love for their children. The ages of her children crossed over in what can be considered a span of two generations in time, from the young to the adult and a statement symbolizing thoughts adjusted to the span of years and love she devoted to being the mother. Over the last three years wa...

Into my life, a feather will fall Everyone carries a different symbol of knowing moments are recognized by spirit with a gentle physical symbol of belief, for myself over many years this has became an appearance of feathers brought into view and kept together as reminders. Feathers being received in the most unlikely of places – indoors in moments of confirmation all is well, when a perfect moment of joy and peace transpires and spirit says “we are watching”. Each feather holds a story of its own in memory and through remembering the joy repeats once again. The latest feather was seen sitting in front of myself on the table at Applebee’s while spending time with my granddaughters. Seeing the joy and excitement in the eyes of a child as they reacted to receiving Christmas stockings with small tokens to start their holiday season and as they took inventory, played and carefully reloaded the stockings . Unaware a feather once again appeared on the table, slight in size and a beautiful...

  Story of a Whitman’s Sampler In the year 1912, a young man of 14 years who was not much more than a boy, bought a young woman of 12 a box of chocolates in the hopes of winning her affection and it did successfully. Four years later, they would marry and start a life together, which surpassed two world wars, the depression and all events in between until 1975 when his young recipient of the chocolates would exit this world, and yet the box remained intact and traveled through the decades of their life together. Over the years, the box may have been used for many objects finding a home or possibly at times was empty and yet still full of a memory. Ten babies were born during the life of the Whitman’s box, two babies – Max and Donna were grieved and buried during their life together, and yet the box remained. The young couple began their life together in the belly of the Ozarks, proud to be, as the oldest son would say in his life “hillbillies” and strong! Depression years ...

  When you wake in the morning and take a deep breath, you are inhaling the gift of life and living regardless of events around you or throughout the world you are still alive to change and the magic of the day. Life is not a drop off from spirit to mortal, you are spirit moving in physical form. Be thankful! Only you can create the outcome. Happy Thanksgiving week, year, and life!  

Added three pieces under the 2010 menu on the left on the main page of my site, which have collectively been read over 1000 times recently on another site I write on.. Dream Analysis, Little Good News Today and Therefore I Am...? Namaste'

"A moment of time is never wasted when you still have this moment to reflect" Lsmyers Many times we have said or heart “I have wasted my time” on events of days, moments or hours of our lives. If you are reading this right now, you have the capacity and blessing of reflection of all moments in your life and the gift of change, reenergizing and recreating what has been into what will be as a gift of life itself. Moments only continue to be held as waste when not reflected and built upon for a new desire. Do you have a “wasted” moment to recreate anew?

The Clarinet For the last 20+ years, an old clarinet resided in my house. My youngest daughter played it for years when she was young and at times the clarinet and her music seemed to be what pacified her when nothing else would. Her days with the Clarinet have probably become timeless in memory and then a number of years ago my oldest grandson with having the clarinet newly re-corked and revived played it for a time in his school band until the old clarinet became a shelf ornament once again and sat alone. Actually how old this instrument is, I am not sure. Over almost the last two months my daughter and I literally cleared out a large house and moved to an apt. with two grandsons with a tireless effort in the process to either sell, give away, discard and ultimately remove all objects which no longer served in our lives – from large objects to small the items dwindled over time along with trying to find a home for the clarinet. One woman a number of times inquired though she d...

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