As Interactions Go

This week began another new phase of interactions, interviews, meetings, editing, recording, and archiving - all the while trying not to get sick from one source or another.  Along the way are plenty of exceptions to any rule.  (I think there are no rules .... only exceptions!)  I have to "sleep on it" no matter what.  Choices that are made become problematic, when one does not listen to our Lord's voice within.  Sometimes, things come into being so fast, there is no time but to react with God-given nerve impulses ..... on auto-pilot.  No chance to "sleep on it".... but when finally sleep does come.... waking up with a start! Realizing - ---so that was what it was all about.  Sometimes, not believing it to be true.  Just the squeamish feeling of knowing it is not a good thing.... in fact beyond sad ..... actually evil.  And we catch the dust from others kicking it..... traveling like a virus..... exposed we are.  No wonder Jesus said that He well knew what was in man ..... and that (the Evil One) ".... has nothing in Me."  Evil thought comes from within.  But, where does that originate from as it just "pops" in our minds? ..... I can certainly guess. In fact, where does ANY THOUGHT originate from? In or out... it is still awful to have it show up in any way - and there we all go in the mix of two spheres, two worlds or more interacting like a dance.  Yet, the worst is when any of us "entertain" the thought..... being forced or not - it really has a way to manifest.  To be completely out of this world is not really possible, but thank God there is security in our Lord ..... to deliver us from evil.... even if it is just errors and omissions. ..... on Earth as it is in Heaven! And, that "all things work for good.... " truly, I've seen THIS manifest!! Praise God!  My prayer  and deepest desire - I hope to never be the bitter seed of contagion spreading the Earth and beyond with my demise... should that happen through a warped or wrong view of myself or through others seeing me blindly without comprehension .... may God preserve me, always... in  Him.

Miraculous Day Timing

Today, I am wearing an outfit from 41 years ago!  Absolutely MIRACULOUS DAY...... !!! And, I ran with the wind in my hair for over an hour ... and I ran barefoot part of the time... ! And I was dressed by design.... for the occasion.... And, I realized it all when I happened to glance in a mirror on my way to run ... catching it at once... black short top, .... dark jeans .. black open canvas shoes... stringless...like his.  Should I be on my skateboard, too?  Though for safety.... I have never run in open places, public forums, or anywhere possible that anyone but the Angels & God could see me.  I do not EVER run outside... and I suppose what I wear is usually quite irrelevant - as no one can see it - but I care usually what I wear for myself. But what a day!  The best decision of my life.... EVER..... to marry my husband.  A decision and a vision actually made by our Father in Heaven who arranges these things.  Yes, it was an arranged marriage... and elopement!  And though I disdain the distance of families who non-comprehend such love, I would have waited  - so that they could have enjoyed their earthly ways and thoughts they had .... should it have made a difference - so sorry to disturb all those who blindly claim us void.  For he and I  both knew we would have always known each other in our Lord - for eternity - and nothing,  and no one, and no circumstance could ever have separated us in Jesus.  And, it came to prove that in our Lord - the essence of who we are as my husband wrote early in our marriage - would never be lost!  A Prophet! How could any of us have known such a divine essence in our love & being!? So, this earthly thing - how fleeting - how passing - when the reality is presently and always there in our Lord.  How long I have waited, how long to wait...   it is not the waiting .... it is not the Time....  the point of our Lord ..... is in the HOW.  "How" did you go... "How" did you get here..... "How" do you get there!  "How" does all this happen.   The "How" ... not the why, not the time, not the what, nor even who.... the "how" is all that matters to God.  In "order" to actually share the same soul... the steps must be very ordered, highly organized, very patterned perfectly by design... in rhythm, in sync...  but there is no rush, no hurry, no urgency.  Time does not matter when sharing the same soul..... or sole !  To the One who dresses me, to the One who designs my steps, my very feet.... touching the same places...... realizing the same connection.... One step One time ....alternating in rhythms only heard and seen in Heaven...Absolutely  Divine!   There is only One! Love His Sonshine !!! 

Ancestors

Our daughter wrote a post today with video from a school demonstration.  She ended up with an extended blog on making all the connections to the school, the historical city... and her connection to all of her ancestors throughout the world.  There really is such a connectiveness and continuity we are all a part of.  I am always so sorry to see any patterns in the Body of Christ .... be disrupted.  I am personally so tired.....    Thank you Jesus for your healing in prayer and in peace always!!  (Her blog post can be viewed at http://ArtsandDisability.Blogspot.com/  )

It is Not A Competition

I finally blogged about this subject -"competition"-on our main "world blog"
ARTS & DISABILITY
http://ArtsandDisability.Blogspot.com/ .

for September 20, 2010
"IT IS NOT A COMPETITION".
http://ArtsandDisability.Blogspot.com/2010/09/it-is-not-competition.html .

Everywhere I go in life I see this kind of mad craziness in lost ambition.... when we all should really be embracing each other in love, kindness, and encouragement.

It is a little out of frustration I wrote it .... but mostly I had to finally take the time and LOVE to do it.... because the deepest part of my intent is to so fully witness and embrace ..... yes, even the worst lost ... but mostly those who are wounded, ill, aging, disabled.... or just so disenfranchised from us all they are terrified, lonely, or in fear. Such could be any of us at any time! Praise God our Lord is our Husband, Father, Provider .... in Grace!!! For what Peace there is in Him is greater than anything else! And, that reality is based in experience ... not delusion..... living it here & now! Praying for all the Earth to embrace the real power in Him!

Love in our Lord,
His Sonshine

New Seasons

The new classes are upon us.... students who cry, parents who care... all this before one can drop. There is always a reason for re- actions. And, the reasons are very, very founded in the misery of mankind..... No one is CRAZY to imagine this "opposite universe".

We found out today a woman in her prime, being from OUR classes - as associates....... we were! .... passing through a freak concrete platform construction accident! Pause, again.... love, consider... all that life is... the meaning of our existence.. and the brevity of each of our lives..............................

....... And, once again to ponder that love & kindness is in the true meaning of life. And that we would hope that our associate was filled with that always... she was so full of life & in her prime with so much to give & so much she gave! She will be so missed by many. And, hopefully, even in our every breath may we devote ourselves to depth & not folly.... as brief as our lives may exist.........

...... In times of these realizations of life & death .... one comes to clarity that mean-spiritedness & bad attitudes are just so not worth it ...... that there is an unkindness that harbours in mankind's soul to purge upon any of us as it spews hatred of life... of unfairness.... yes, even to blame our God, perhaps especially .... though, if questioned few hardly would admit it ..... so bent on being "perfect" without truly acknowledging God - as that is also "dumb" in certain circles... unless one could win some "points" in humanity. Such a terrible societal evil to hypocritically hide & devise schemes to get power, money, self... and "devil care" attitude to virtually everyone...pretending to be all good / all loving / all everything... especially those in the way..... compromising one's own very soul for a price that never holds.

And the Contrast...... seemingly impossible at the same time! I am in adoration of the "Philosophy of Jesus Christ".... seriously, really!,... truthfully!! "Do unto others......" "Love your neighbor as yourself......" "Love & Bless - do good to your enemies....." so that no one can ever realize ?? Who are your enemies...? ... Who are your friends?.. Can ANYONE ever imagine anything greater!!! Yet, there is! It is ABIDING IN HIS WORD! The "Philosophy of Jesus Christ" is ALIVE ... a living being... our Lord.... at His work in us... arresting problems before they occur... intervention... abiding peace and LOVE! It is an Experience of wonder I can really never fully comprehend how & why my Lord filled me with his Love, and turned on every light imaginable!

I pray I may always be the beacon of light & life that I also saw in two others who intrigued me to wonder....... & God may I always ponder those wonders with you! GOD BLESS SHIRLEY & LAURA & MY MOM & AUNT JULIA WHO PRAYED FOR MY SALVATION! & Our Lord who made manifest in my Husband ..... Jesus alive & one with you!

Arts & Disability

Last week began the work of finishing to compile all the work our daughter, my husband, and I.... worked on really for over 25 years! The main BLOG is at http://artsanddisability.blogspot.com/ .

I am quite tired from so much... and all that has to be prepared for classes this fall for all .... It is a relief to connect everything finally.... But, so realizing that God wants especially to connect with each of us as individuals.... as we are each His "Work of Art.." The connectivity of people in building the Tower of Babel resulting in God scattering everyone... and the mixing of the languages .... certainly teaches us that God desires each individual to be one with Him, first! Any connectivity without God .... is simply vain.

May God be Glorified in all ... and may God direct the paths each step .. and of each individual!

In our Lord Jesus Christ Forever!

His Sonshine

In Him We Live & Move & Have Our Being...

https://youtu.be/5NGcU3lkuN4

I am inspired by the Dances of Life.... "X & Y Dancing Chairs in Meiosis" - from our daughter. It is a dance of communication without actual touch. Ironically, the process of meiosis (the cell duplication for the actual sex cells in male and females) .... is a genetic exchange of chromosomes.. voluntarily breaking off pieces, exchanging these parts, and reconnecting / healing over ... ALL accomplished without actual contact between the X & Y cells! Yet, the communication is at another level & dimension that no one really understands, but God. Love is like that... we just benefit and know it is there, it exists.... love & healing are real! God is like that, too... communicating with us on levels we are not aware... yet we feel & experience His Love...!

There is so much more to the inspiration of this dance, and so much more to the process of meiosis.... and forever there is so deep the ways in the mind of God! Who could know so much... what an interesting journey we stay on in these mysteries to explore, alone sometimes, but also connected and touching one another and each other in ways too wonderful to express and with words to deep to utter as we abide in our Lord together as one in Him!

Just Dreaming

Two days, two nights of dreams, dreams, dreams. So virtual tests go... two of those dreams were truly nightmares! Thankful to wake up in "reality" and realize none of it was true! With a few dreams inspirational, a few scene dreams of information fed into my soul like a twitter stream of consciousness.... I am cooked... is the recipe over yet!? Certainly enough ingredients to the endless waste of my body and mind trying to process forks, some knives, a little poison, a lot of bitters, some divine love, with salted water..... oh! and a creepy little cell phone not working most of the time; essentially never working when "timely." Definitely the black "bug" like thing meant to realign my dream world with machine!

How much more vulnerable can one be than in sleep... in dreams... ? Ah... to have the pure sleep of dreamers in love! Now that is divine and worthy of life. Anything else is quite truthfully - depressing! When this life is "rolled up like a scroll - dream" in the mind of God..... I will have to trust that the unreality of life is also a virtual test of truth. I am flunking many of my tests of truth and virtue. Flying high on others. What will be left of me, I am forced to concede, must belong to God.... who records all of this, I am sure, to mercifully reveal what creature we really are.... what we are destined to be.... No failing memory will work when the video plays up again and there I am - big as life! Flailing or Flying! Sometimes I think... life and love is either on or off.... there is nothing in between.... Until reality interrupts the dream. Now what can I make of this that follows?.... a rose it was not:

Sleeping, dreaming, my little white fluff by my head..... both of us under the canopy of a montage picture of love and words kinder than anything in life under these skies.... Flack!... um mm what! Look around, feeling, hearing voices now with a creeping thought manifest in the largeness of two rooms. Nothing - go back to sleep.... Fropel! Cr ac! Again! Creeping and voices accompany a real, thick, spongy, feeling. Turn up the air, go back to sleep... there is nothing there.

Two hours... same thing. What! Three hours... air is good... but I am sweating. Just my imagination... look, my baby in a fur coat sleeps soundly. Go back to sleep... yeah, sure! All is normal on high alert at 4:00 AM!

Clepelleaa... foonge.... Something!! Man, yes... real real voices... real two men- male voices in English... outside! Could not understand them... but this time - people you are real!! I rise up fast, suddenly... intent to catch the two outside my house... I have been on high alert too long to not be lightening quick about it - no sluggard me now! Look! Nothing there but... at that moment... a flying leep-creep of the biggest darn FROG LANDING on my angel picture! And he has the gall to just stare at me with those horrible frog eyes totally ogling me & the white fluff who miraculously is unaware this frog is over her head! She just stares at me standing up... like "Mommy" what are you up again for this time?

Somehow, I manage to awake another in the next room.... "Just get me a pitcher and a magazine from the bathroom!.... And, don't ask any questions!" I holler with the weirdest voice I've ever heard from my throaty memory. A pitcher and a magazine, stumble in sleepily, dreamily, non-questioning as I engage the FROG in a staring contest, and WILL my little white curly baby fluff to just stay, lay, and do not move! Again, another miracle... all six pounds of her just lay there, breathing sweetly, waiting for me to give a command, or get back into bed like a sensible two-legged being. Her adorable eyes, fixed on my face, are as irresistible in this life as the repulsion of the frog eyes bulging with menace and dark incomprehension to my light and love.

With the pitcher and magazine in hands, it is now my final hour .... 5:00 AM! The time, apparently, I must prove myself worthy of something I still cannot possibly fathom or process. It is just raw instinct now. There is a huge bullfrog, knocked over my picture, and sitting atop the face of my one and only love! This is definitely war ... you staring creep from black of night lagoons in rainy torrents!

I pray and take my rhythm leap of faith... the large plastic, white, pitcher squares over the black, mottled bullfrog like a new dimension from space. He is very neatly caught, not fighting much... one wiggly-jump only ... and again his silent pulsing body sits but through the white cloud of his pitcher prison. I neatly slide the magazine under his cushy bottom, lift up together both hands like a concert master ensemble.... then manage through the doors, out the complex, black gates, through the yard... to the awaiting park and large pond ... which no doubt "hatched" the bugger little tadpole into a black-green thingy... somehow finding its way into my home (probably the garage)... then into three different rooms to find my brain-waving dream-active head so he could stare at me while sitting in judgement on who I care to love!

I ponder with great appreciation though, the voices ... of Heaven, no doubt. I do not (in general!) hear voices. Those voices were as real as us, life, the frog, our being, our Lord Jesus Christ! They were definitely outside my house (not in my mind). It was really the only thing to cause me to leap up so quickly... to "catch" the two men conversing in the middle of the night on my lawn! Had I not, at that moment, "heard" the voices SO STRONGLY!!..... the FROG would have then landed no doubt on my face, or at the very least still have landed on the picture just inches from my face. I think that thought would bring on some PTSD!

Mercifully, the FROG is fine in his pond, I am well in my domain, my little white fluff companion - unaffected..... and the sleep-walking deliverer of the pitcher and the magazine assumed it was a dream of sorts... with vague memories upon our real awakening at 7:00 AM!

Sweet Dreams .... Thank you God for spectacular mercy! Sleepy? Anyone?

On Losing Time

I lost my first friend on Twitter...... he is Jason Mitchener. His brother, mother, and family are trying to continue his work in prayer with over 20,000 followers. He passed on 12/16/2009, but many of us did not fully realize it until a few months later. I knew he was not well in November.... possibly from a food virus of Taco Bell in November that compromised his very delicate body (he was on a ventilator). I had some Taco Bell in November.... and it also made me ill, along with our daughter.

I lost time.... pondering the immensity of his passing... pondering the love he gave to everyone... and me over time... again over time. And, I really felt an attachment to him which was just missing without him. Everyone is needed in this world and in the Body of Christ.

I am so deeply touched that he at all gave me time..... in grace, in wisdom, and most of all in kind, kind, witty words... with beautiful thoughts I will never forget and I will know him in our Lord.... and with his own Dad who passed several years prior to him..... but Jason kept his art, his words, and his inspiration alive as I am doing with the same understanding for my husband and in Christ! All live in Him! All are alive in Jesus! He is not the God of the dead but of the LIVING!

Thank God for the time to process the connections....... however fragile.....

{The above Ballerina Upon Reflection..... is artwork by Jason Mitchener... absolutely Heaven!}

After the Fool....

So many years spent avoiding this Foolish Day.... April 1st! Only to have to be reminded by a man that most "fools" are being misdirected purposely .... and usually in their innocence. How sad to be the one who desires so much power over others to exhibit such things.... Do you really believe that there is not a universe who knows and understands... & that Universe being our Lord, Jesus Christ? Not to worry, the last thing said is to release and forgive... truly they don't know what they are doing!

"If anyone among you seems to be wise in this age, let him become a fool so that he may become wise. For the wisdom of this world is foolishness before God." ICor3:19 For a man's life is not measured by what he possesses in craftiness or material gain... but in God's breath within our soul!

Rainbow Promise

Two who continue as one in the pool of life... alive as the fountains of living waters cascading from hearts renewed, reborn, regenerated by our God who made us... Who made us to think like an invisible creator full of energy from sources none can ever hope to know... Destined to keep receiving the signals of patterns and hope and love in a matrix as one dimensional as the illusive rainbow appearing everywhere at once... who promises to bend toward our heart inspiring us to reach for it.... as though it were real.... and not an effect of heaven..... promising to reveal its secrets.... while we grasp at all of life with equal void.... ....... ........ ........ .... ....... .......

Promise is a silent feeling of senses under pressure. One cannot leave this valve unchecked or ignored... Promise is hope in the future from all that one is with one from the past. Living and being alive in this pure light of colors separated by unseen prisms reveals true lines blending beyond a dimension none can see.... except by knowing, feeling, loving, hoping.... ...... ....... ........ ............. ....... ............. ............... ..

Why doesn't anyone ever tell of this? How is it that light and life can be all about someone and even everyone.... yet the business of the day is set in gray, despair, ugly, wins and losses.... as though explanations of the unseen God is not relevant to the shadows created by man..... ................ ......... ................ ......... .........

A diamond is also formed under pressure. Bending light inside its bursting insides.... flaming, shining, brilliant.... Promises releasing to reveal what they were made from.... igniting vision, love, passion, hope.... and wisdom in colors never seen before. Appreciation delivers the soul from waiting any longer to realize what is here now.

LifeLove

Beginnings again are like a window to the soul..... not finding a door ........ or opening..... or lock..... just a view, a vision to impart some long awaited wisdom from such a distance it hardly seems noticed - until one places a hand to a key moment and turns past it, hoping it is unlocking some deep mystery from a lifetime ago.......

The keys are pressing into fingers reaching across thresholds into cyberspace windows where one is never sure if the view is a mirror, a window, or nothing. Measuring time by counting pecks into the screen, waiting for an acknowledgement of truth from some bot who's standard of grace is interpreting word collectives through computer microchips with clear diamond crystals worn behind a screen, unseen, untouched, veiled ..... like a bride practicing but who never got to wear her wedding gown and ring on the big day.