Be the First to Know the Future!
There is a website that I've found fascinating over the past several years. This ordinary man noticed that his dreams kept coming true. He'd watch the news and see reports of whatever he dreamed about over the prior few nights. Eventually he made a website to post his dreams, and others became fascinated by watching the dreams come true. The site is called Brian's Dreams or Brian's Prediction. (click on the link to see what I mean.) Twice he dreamed about my life! That's when I got hooked on reading his dreams.In the first case, I'd had a serious conversation with Gary about whether or not our beloved rabbit bugs had a Higher Self of individuated soul that could possibly reincarnate. If he did, we wondered how we'd know when and where he had returned to us. The very next day, Brian posted a dream saying "High" with an arrow pointing up, and it said "Pick the runt, Rebirth" There was also a strange scribbled drawing of rectangles. We searched around town for a baby rabbit for sale, but only one could be found. He was the runt of the litter, with an overbite, so they couldn't "show" him in rabbit shows. We took him home and named him Ziggy. A couple of years later, I looked at Brians' dream drawing again, and realized that the scribbles of rectangles made a perfect image of the pattern of colors on Ziggy's back! Pretty amazing.The other dream was of a personal nature, regarding a friend in danger, so I won't go into that one. Today I was reminded of Brian's site again, and thought I'd pass the information along so that others might be intrigued as I have been.Have fun with it!
Election Day 2008
All week I've felt pregnant. The country has felt pregnant to me, about to give birth to something. What is birthed may be terrible or beautiful, and nobody knows until the moment of birth. I've been doing everything I can conjure - praying, visualizing, hoping, be-ing - to help bring in the very best, finest, most nourishing new life possible. I've taken it on myself to embody the responsibility of bringing the best possible outcome for this election. I've just watched John McCain's concession speech, which was graceful and generous. I feel he could have said much more to repair the harm that his harsh accusations wrought within his following... but it was gracious enough to please me. President-elect Obama's acceptance speech should be coming up soon. Tonight, I am proud to be an American in a way that I've never felt before. This is a deep sense of our entire human race moving into a new level of brilliance at long last. At very long last. I am proud. PROUD! I am so proud to have been part of it, and with all my heart I have been part of this. I am pleased that the voting machine debacle was repaired enough that this election was made possible.A balm of Spirit is flowing through me, healing wounds that have injured and scarred humanity for centuries. We who live and vote this year have contributed to this historic birth. I am proud.
Zrii Experiment #1
Since spring, life has blossomed and changed a hundred times over! I still miss Sandy the bunny, but our rescued puppy Kaylee has brought a whole new level of fun to our house.Just before Easter, two people suggested that I try an Ayurvedic nutritional drink called Zrii. I was unimpressed by their pitch. I've tried dozens of nutritional drinks that had compelling labels but never made any difference in my health, even after a year. Of course the idea was put forth that I could make a good living selling Zrii and enrolling others to do the same. That's also never worked for me. But it's largely organic, so I felt compelled to at least inquire. I am committed to supporting that kind of product and lifestyle.What made a difference in my opinion was when I turned inward, prayed and asked my inner spiritual guidance about it. Strange technique to employ, no? But that's just me. It's also how I make my living, so I trust what I receive.The message I heard was strongly positive and enthusiastic about the important part this product was destined to play in the upliftment of humanity, due to its ability to re-balance the imbalances of those who are suffering. Wow! That was not a normal message to receive from my inner wisdom. That got me intrigued.Just before Easter, Gary and I started drinking Zrii, to try it out. Easter dinner at Gary's sister's house is normally a pig-fest for us. Oddly, I just wasn't in the mood to finish my piece of hot apple pie with ice cream. How can I convey how deeply unbelieveable that statement is.... my endless sugar cravings have been the only vice I've been unable to conquer. I am a sugar hog and that's that. But suddenly, one teensy piece of pie is too much?!?!?!!!Upon discussing this aberration with Gary, we realized that neither of us had eaten a single piece of the nice organic Easter chocolate on the table at home. hmmmm. We went home and looked up the ingredients of Zrii. Turns out that it has three ingredients that help to stablize the metabolism of sugar. hmmm. Within about 4 days, it did all that for us? Amazing!We have continued to barely eat sweets, and I've lost twelve pounds now, effortlessly.In month four of drinking Zrii, my lifelong eczema utterly disappeared. Poof! Gone. Given that I've tried every eczema remedy under the sun, pharmaceutical and herbal alike, this is no small feat. I still check my hands every day, and there's still no eczema.Meanwhile, my office assistant decided to try it also. After several months, she started feeling funny and went to the doctor. He determined that her high blood pressure had miraculously gone down so much that her medication was now too strong! Long story short, she has now reduced her medication twice, and discontinued one of the meds altogether.This intriguing product has caught my attention, alright! I plan to periodically report on what happens with those who drink it. I do know of two people in robust health who drank it and found that nothing in particular happened. One person didn't notice benefits until after several months of drinking a slightly higher daily amount.Two people close to me have struggled with rather deep depression for decades. One had taken several herbal remedies, with only minor benefits. After a mere week of drinking Zrii, he became cheerful at work and at home, and has stayed that way for six months now. He notices that the ongoing anxiety and sporadic unprovoked anger disappeared. The other is on psychiatric medication, but still depression and resignation weigh him down. After about a month of drinking Zrii, he found that his mood was lighter and he had more energy during the day. His emotions became "stabilized" in his words... he could get in touch with his emotions better, so he could determine how to respond. He feels noticeably calmer and happier on a regular basis, now.Lastly, another friend fell into a coma and barely escaped death. Over the two years since awakening, she has had flat emotions, and a total lack of motivation or interest in life. It was as if a part of her had remained shut down. She started drinking Zrii, and called me within a couple of weeks to report that suddenly life is exciting, and she's starting to make plans for having fun! She feels that when she started drinking Zrii is really when she came back to life from the coma.Needless to say, each of these people has become a distributor of Zrii. I've found that my business within this company builds itself easily, once people try the stuff. With little effort on my part, I bring in enough commission monthly to more than pay for what I drink. Cool.So that is my first installment in the indefinite series of articles on what happens when people I know drink Zrii. Got any good stories? Share them in the comments! (politely, please, or I'll have to erase them).
love to all from the Wandering Willow
The End of a Peanut
Our friend Sandy was a peanut-colored, peanut-shaped rabbit. Hailing from Palomino (huge) and Dutch Dwarf (tiny) ancestry, he was a friendly, mild-mannered fellow. If his buddy Ziggy's ears needed grooming, he was the man for the job. When our ankles needed a licking, or our electric cords needed a chewing, he was glad to oblige. When the new kitten wrestled us too aggressively, Sandy would ram her like a furry torpedo. We loved being "saved" by him!
More than anything, he loved to be outdoors. One fine day last week it was 68 degrees. He hopped and wiggled joyously, napped in the shade, grazed in the sun. Nothing could entice him indoors, even after Ziggy retired inside.
As night fell, he evaded our attempts to herd him in. Later, our flashlights caught a fox finishing his cotton-tailed dinner. Grief-stricken, we had to make a quick decision: chase away the fox so we could bury Sandy's remains near the graves of our other pets, or allow the fox to finish a meal that really mattered after the long, harsh winter.
The stick-thin fox waited nearby, reading our faces.
We chose to say our fond goodbyes to Sandy's hovering spirit, and walk back to the house.
At the end of his most fun day ever, Sandy returned to Rabbitdom in the natural way... by nourishing a neighbor who desperately needed the meal. His rabbit destiny was well fulfilled.
But I'll miss the single-file rabbit parade that hopped daily throughout the house.
Playing and Eating with the Deer Family
Our deer family keeps surviving injuries and the long, cold winter! They are glad to eat from my hand and allow me to pet them. We are all in love. Even the buck, who comes up the porch steps and tries to come in the kitchen, lets me pet him! When I feed him and pet his face, he licks my hands. It's really heartwarming. We both approach one another gingerly, because those antlers loom huge and sharp as he dips his head into the food bowl I hold. My friends all tell me I'm nuts to hand-feed so large a buck. I understand their viewpoint, but we are building an important trust. That means a lot to me.These deer have all known Maya since she was a teensy kitten. They seem to love watching her antics. By the way, that big buck is the same one who had the run-in with Maya the Kitten in the July 2007 post. Recently Maya was chasing me around the yard as I dragged a stick through the dry grass. The two adolescent fawns watched in fascination. One little guy in particular couldn't stop watching us, radar ears listening. He walked closer and closer, finally stopping about one foot from where we stood catching our breath. He leaner over and sniffed the stick I was dragging. To my amazement, he leaned down, rump in the air, and wiggled in the universal position for "Let's Play!" I imitated his motion, to indicate that I understood. Then I dragged the stick past him, but he was a little too nervous to actually chase it. Instead he leaped excitedly and ran over to butt his brother with his tiny antler-stubs. They head-butted and wrestled while Maya and I ran around some more. Being of such different species, playing with our friends at the same time in the same yard is probably as close as we'll get to actually romping together.
Blue and White, Brown and Green
Blue sky filled with cottonball clouds meets snowy mountaintops. Wind blows streamers of snow off the mountain peaks, streamers sparkling white against the blue sunny universe above. Crunchy yellow stalks of last year's plants sit broken on the dusty brown ground. Tiny beneath their bent blades, new grasses poke green shoots up to test the breeze. Fawns with fuzzy antler stubs rustle to find growth beneath the crisp dead leaves.I am dusty, brittle and white against the warming blue sky, as winter begins to end. I invite the breeze to blow away the vestiges of snow that bury my joy. Blow winter off of me in sparkling streamers!
I poke my green hope up too early, to test for signs of spring.
I need a vacation!
Back from Hiatus
I have been away from blogging so long that I had to remind myself how to navigate this blog. Funny! Writing feeds me; being too busy to write is not what I intend for myself. Who can I blame for this?? Oh yeah, that taskmaster-lady in the mirror.Work calls. Because I love it, I jump when it asks me to. My classes are becoming more requested, around the state. I am teaching on 4 topics relating to consciousness expansion and wellness. In spring, I'll take at least one class to Boulder. (wait... isn't that like taking coals to Newcastle??) My clientele has filled my schedule with individual sessions well into February. A part of me feels gratified with the positive feedback. A big fat part, actually! If I'm going to pour my heart and soul and my days and evenings into something, I'd like to know it's helping. I acknowledge that my skills were half-baked for many years. My increasing number of gray hairs is one more mark of experience... it took this many years and this much focus to get to where my work is effective enough for me to be proud of it.A different part of me is only mildly interested in the work I do with humans. Of greater interest is my deer family that lives in the yard and eats apples from my hands during the cold of the winter. The rabbits that trust me enough to lounge and stretch under my feet as I type this interest me more. The silent downy snowflakes piling up on the branches outside my window interest me much more. If it weren't for the weeks of ice built up, I'd be walking among those snowflakes this very moment.This rambling story is my unplanned declaration to get myself back in the writing seat more often. My kitten Maya still accompanies my trips to the keyboard, only now she's become gigantic. She's not quite as helpful as she thinks she is, but the movements on the monitor screen still fascinate her. Don't give up on us! Maya and I will be back when we can.