With the changing of seasons, come the cold and flu bugs, as well as the aches and pains of cough, sore throat and runny nose symptoms that accompany these common illnesses. I’m not sure if anyone is exempt from this, certainly not John and I, who have had the chills and aches and cough for most of the week. As I sit at my computer wrapped in a blanket, I’m realizing that the achy feeling is subsiding, though not the cough. For me, when I get sick, I take these maladies as opportunities to give my body a rest and let antibodies build, snuggling under the warmth of quilts and comforters, drinking hot tea and cider, sucking on lozenges, and babying myself, which I don’t usually do, because, like the rest of us, I’m too busy living life. In my case, living a heaven on earth existence.
While I’ve been lying around in a stupor, breaking fevers, doing only what I must, such as taking walks with the dogs, which I enjoy, but that’s it, gave me time to think about the many aspects of my personality that make up my whole being, at least from the feminine perspective. I spent mental time telling each one of my beloveds how grateful I am for their contributions in my life, that I must admit, have made me look good. Oh, gush, gush, how I professed my love to all my beings, telling them how appreciative I am for their hanging in there with me throughout my many incarnations, especially, now, during these end times, that are excruciatingly difficult for us all, unless they’re not, and I hope that’s the case. What I do know is that I am tired of this plaque of inhumanity against man and life, and want it over, now!
In the luxury of “taking care of me” for a change, having down time to coddle, which I’ve enjoyed, I started thinking differently than I usually think. I began acknowledging each one of my personality aspects, making up plans for their crossing over into paradise, assuring each one of them of their rewards and full expressions, without them always having to cooperate with one another to keep me sane, which hasn’t been easy. In my next writing, I told them, I’d give them a voice to play out my Goddess being.
For instance, to the one in me who has the hardest time with suffering, especially of the abuse to animals and children, this sensitive being in me can hardly endure these end times, or the fact that she has to be living on this planet, at all, when her home, she knows, is in the ever-expanding universe where we all belong. I’m sending her off to seek God’s comfort with a box of Kleenex, ushering her into the private realms of solitude and beauty, allowing her to cry out her pain for as long as it takes for her to heal her wounds. Come to think of it, I’m going to send her off with Zelda, our female, black-and-tan coonhound, so she won’t be lonely. Zelda has a difficult time with others’ suffering, too, felt strongest in John and I. Throughout our colds she’s been lying with us in bed, or close by when we’re down stairs, even at our best, keeping vigil with a watchful eye. I’m thinking of serene spots of grandeur for the two of them, perhaps to the healing waters of the California coast, where I once spent a solo vacation with God.
When we cross into the New World of heaven on earth as it is in heaven, that, thank God, will be shortened to universal life, I will grant my sensitive dog and my sensitive self with the gold heart of healing as they enter into the eternal spring of wellness before the rest of me, turning around to announce that it’s time to go home.
To the happy in me, I’m putting her in a red dress with black stilettos, and treating her like a movie star, sending her into the heavenly realm with a bottomless bag of sacred sage so she can indulge in the altered states of endless possibility, which she’ll be able to do in heaven without the sage, because the mind is the creator, but I’ll send it just in case. As well, I will grant her every joyful desire and expression her heart could ever want for, including having “great sex” with Harrison Ford and Anthony Hopkins. No bars will keep her from fulfilling her sacred purpose (when in fact nothing holds her down) as I deliver her into a world of light and love, into the world she created with her heavenly mind thoughts and fabulous imagination for new life, for us all, with her unalterable confidence, even when others told her she was a fool to try, including her husband, who still insists she’s aiming too high. I’ll watch with motherly pride as the happy-in-me greets her beloveds, one-by-one, caressing their faces, both ancestral and animal, that she has loved throughout her many incarnations. She will be overjoyed with bliss, soaring into ecstasy, lavishing all beings with God’s love and soulful laughter, as she rolls on the green grass of home, praising God.
To the quiet in me, who insists on at least two hours a day of solitary living so she can worship God, whom she adores with all her heart, even more than she loves herself, which she loves greatly, Ms. Quiet is the first one to the door in the morning to go for a walk, (which goes to show you just how quiet she is) even before the dogs, because she knows that her love for God can best be expressed in nature, let’s get walking. I will grant her an eternal life of harmonious living in the peace and comfort of a 77-degree temperature, outdoors, all the time, which she prefers, meaning she’ll never have to assist me in doors, again. No more cell phones, computers or requirements to read or write, anything, when in fact she prefers musing. I’ll give her the added bonus of knowing that the world, which she knows little of because she never watches the news, is well and good, really, it’s just fine, with no more suffering so she can finally chill. And to really make her feel good, I’m going to go ahead and tell her to stay out in the fields of heaven for as long as she likes. In fact, I’m going to assure her that she doesn’t ever have to come indoors, again, unless she wants to, because they’ll be no more need for anything, save loving life. It is in the knowing that the remarkable ‘we in me’ can manifest everything and anything her heart desires, simply by thinking it so with her holy mind.
For the serious in me, who lives with a higher conscience, I will take her out of her convent and let her live it up in splendor, not worrying all the time if she’s doing the right thing for God, or reading the next book to show her the way. I will take off her habit to be good all the time and take her to a nude beach and plunk her down in the sand and let her loose in the sun, allowing her to frolic in the waves with her soul mate, who is as serious about world peace as she is. I’m going to let her clink glasses of cherry wine with this handsome man, giving toasts to the magnificence that life is becoming for us all, without always having to worry that she’s having too much fun when others are suffering. In fact, I’m going to let her get drunk.
To the one in me who holds anger, I’m going to let her flail her arms and scream at the top of her lungs for as much and as long as she wants to, because, finally, I’m giving her permission to speak her mind; to tell others who bug her, which are many, how she really feels, instead of always stuffing it, playing the right to be nice game when nice isn’t how she’s feeling when she’s angry. I’m going to let her have it out with the stupid bastards who beat their wives and kids and dogs, blaming it on them, instead of taking responsibility for their own disturbing actions that shatter lives. In fact, to the ones who tie up their dogs or keep them in pens, without companionship and sustenance, I’m going to turn the beloved dogs lose and put their collars and restraints around their owners so they can see how it feels to be abandoned. And I’m not going to ask her to seek forgiveness. I’ll do that for her myself the moment before we cross over into heaven.
And, finally, to the shy in me, I will lavish her with more love than I have ever given to the others, who are not deprived, as I help her step into the heavenly cloak of a lighter garment fit for a Queen into paradise. With God’s love by my side, we’ll pay homage to this most extraordinary woman for all she’s given in the name of love, known to God as a beacon of light. I will encourage her to surrender to the praise and glory she’ll be well deserving of when her march for peace is finally over. I will bow down to her steadfast commitment even as the world was swirling out of control, it couldn’t stop her. More than that, I will absolutely be glowing, (I hope not bright red) with pride, when I see this most timid of all my aspects hold hands with the gods from this plane, and the gods from other planes, bringing all of humanity together into the realm of God’s Kingdom, for good, into universal life we go. And when we’re all through the pearly gates of our long sought after home that we forgot was there, we’ll close the curtains to our not-so-well-lived lives here on earth, that in truth were only an illusion, thank God, and give uninhibited glory and celebration to our immaculate creator. Within eternal moments, the illusions that we thought were so real on earth will become a faded memory of the past, like the flickering of a candle before it goes out, our old life will be extinguished, leaving the hard times behind us for good, because the illusion of degradation will no longer serve us. Only love will, which is all there is.
May the pain and sorrows that face us be replaced with the love and joy and laughter we are becoming. It’s time to rise up so we may take our rightful places in the Kingdom of relief, that’s coming.
Hallelujah, Praise the Lord, may peace be with us soon.
I love you, greatly, Talia
