With the start of a New Year, according to our calendars of time, such as the Gregorian Calendar that was designed to keep us working, I’m finding myself in a new mode of thinking, with a quest to start over and begin anew with a clean slate. Today, on this first day of January 2010, I am thinking  about the New World to come, that is only three years away! According to the end of The Mayan Calendar of natural time that will put an end to time as we know it, and quantum shift us into an eternity of  bliss that will have no time!  

To have a calendar end after millions of years of guiding us can be a scary notion. What happens after endings? Well, that depends on how we think. Already, there is a movie made called “2012” that depicts an apocalypse, with the world caving in on itself. Oh, the thrill we can find in horror! But I don’t think this way, not one bit, because I am a visionary who bases all of life on light and love. My sights are on universal life and the Second Coming of us all as Christs, where we will literally change into a new species, and get that brand new beginning that a new calendar year can not give us. The New Beginning we’re going to get will set us free from earth-bound terrestrial life in physical bodies that get sick and die, lifting us into an air-borne life of love, in light bodies that can never break down or die! 

“And God shall wipe away all the tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be pain: for the former things are passed away.”

Revelations 21:4 

As Jesus said to Barbara Marx Hubbard when she was on a quest to understand our purpose, which was found and recorded in her book called The Book of Co-creation. The Revelation, our crisis is our birth: 

“Oh, dearly beloved, rejoice! The tabernacle of God is humanity becoming Godlike – humanity becoming Christ in risen bodies like me, your brother, who is already there. The hour of your fulfillment is at hand. Every aspiration will be lifted in the hearts of men and women.” 

The veil of matter, created by our five senses will disappear and we will be operating at a higher vibration that will be imperceptible to the five senses and scientific instruments. It has been perceivable only to the inner eyes of intuition “in spirit.” For now, because we are still in the earth-womb phase, still in old bodies on the old earth, we do not feel this, but in the New Jerusalem to come, we will be vibrating at the next level of frequency appropriate to the co-creative phase of our evolution. 

The New Heaven is you as a natural Christ beginning your life in the universal community, where every other being that you meet at this stage, both from planet earth and else where throughout the universe, will graduate from a state of self-consciousness to Christ consciousness. 

And there, in the New Jerusalem, in unlimited life, you will be granted everything you could ever possibly think to desire, and more, much more, in a heavenly fashion, with every wish and dream coming true. It will be grander than grand, unspeakable now, because we don’t have the language at hand to articulate something we haven’t encountered, but we will, soon! In the fullness of time, there will be a quantum shift that will transport us from here to there, in a moment, with no more labor or toiling, only love and light and play and laughter as we work together to create the New Heaven and New Earth. And, we shall create new music and song to sing our praises to. 

 Glory Be to God on high, we’re heading home! 

 Happy New Year, 

Love, 

talia

During these difficult end times, now seen as an economic depression, may we grow strong in our faith that this will come to an end, with life as we know it changing in a moment, as it will, with heavenly rewards waiting for us all to be reclaimed. May we pull together to help each other throughout the challenges that are facing us all. 

    Peace, according to the end of the Mayan Calendar will put an end to time as we have been experiencing it. A new world is right around the corner, scheduled with Glory to begin on December 22, 2012! Sometimes I think that three years is a long time to go, until I think of how fast a child grows up, which all of a sudden makes it seems that peace is literally on our doorsteps, ready to usher us into the kingdom that we will soon call our new home. In light and in love. 

    Blessed are all beings, including the peace makers, who, with faith, are paving the way for a new way of living that will benefit us all. 

    Hallelujah, praise God and the Goddess who are the parental creators of our lives, 

    With love, talia

Here’s a link to pictures of our year; just click on these words: Seasons Greetings

Dear Readers,

The World March will begin in New Zealand on October 2, 2009, the anniversary of Gandhi’s birth, declared the “International Day of Nonviolence” by the United Nations. It will conclude in the Andes Mountains (Punta de Vacas, Aconcagua, Argentina) on January 2, 2010. The March will last 90 days, three long months of travel. It will pass through all climates and seasons, from the hot summer of the tropics and the deserts, to the winter of Siberia. The American and Asian stages will be the longest, both almost a month. A permanent base of a hundred people of different nationalities will complete the journey. For information and a wonderful You-Tube video click on this link: http://www.worldmarchforpeace.org/index.php?lang=eng&dek

Love, Talia

    It has been one week since my last confession, especially as it pertains to the proceedings with writing a novel. What I can say one week later, is that, yes, I did get started with the writing of it, but, truth be told, I’m ashamed to admit that I only have one page completed to show for it, which you’ll never see, or hear about until the novel’s complete, if I can ever get the blasted thing off the ground, which is what it’s going, some combustion to get me transcending out of this body into the light, into a new body made of light. You see, I want this novel to be reader friendly, with a grabber first page so people won’t put it down after the first few paragraphs, which is how I sometimes handle books. I’m discerning because there’s so much out there to read! Therefore, I have painstakingly gone over page one, again and again, until I’m about sick of it, but hopefully, with my attention to detailing it, you won’t be. If you think writing is just putting down words on a page, in one sequence, then you’re wrong, unless you can do this.

    As you know, wherever you live, spring is approaching, quickly, and what happens to us in the spring when the temperatures soar back to warming-trend, sensational on our skin, with the sun shining down on our weary-wintered souls, is that we’re inspired to be outdoors, which has been the case for me, too. As well, I am working indoors with my spring cleaning; moving out couches and beds, vacuuming behind them, in front of them, underneath them, vacuuming all over the blessed house in a cleaning frenzy! It has me on fire, even knocking down the cobwebs which I really hate to do! The poor bugs, I do it with mercy. Every day, I’m on the roll to get through something on my “to-do list” (in my mind, as I’ve never done lists), like washing the windows, sorting through books and clothing, putting the boxes and bags of charitable offerings into a pile for the Goodwill of Mankind people, raking the yard, washing the bedding, including the dog blankets, and on and on, happily calling it “nesting up for my novel” without writing it. It’s the maternal instinct in me that accompanies great endeavors, as all woman experience because we’re the givers of life, doing what women do to  make life flow smoothly, especially when the doing makes the going really big, as it will be when we meet up in The New Jerusalem, as one people, united eternally, into The Kingdom of Heaven we go.

     For instance, in the matter of nesting, when I learned that we were getting our new rescue dog, Dharma, the adorable being, I cleaned and cleaned for a week prior to her coming. Not only cleaning our house, but others’ houses, too, nesting up for my baby to come home! Another big incentive behind the cleaning thrust (this time around) is that I’m having company come in early April, for three days, that will have our home overflowing with love and laughter amongst women and their children, including our friends from when my girls grew up, back when we lived in Clear Lake, Iowa. With my friend, Mary, her daughter, Molly and Molly’s daughter, Isobel, three generations of “womb-of-man” females, including my own daughter, Rachel and her daughter, Lucy, with Desmond, too, for one of those days, I can hardly wait!

    Anyway, getting back to the novel that I don’t seem to be writing, my good friend, Wendy, checking in on me via email, asked how the writing was going. Well, I responded, pretty slow, because I keep going over the same first page, again and again, trying to figure out the third-person writing style and all, as well as wanting to get it right. Her response was “Talia, you’re being too tense about it. Allow it to flow from your higher self, which means you’ll have to get your lower (physical) self out of the way.” Hmmm, I thought, that makes good sense. Just go with my mind and let it rip. She further suggested I release the intuitive writing without stopping to look back at it until the end of the writing day, only to fix up the obvious blunders. “Correct them,” she said, “and then, get back up on that horse that wants to fly out of the pen.” (More than a metaphor.) “Go in freedom and trust the train of the novel’s thoughts. Surrender to them, and the novel will write itself.” Well, it all sounds good to me, and so, after I write a birthday poem for my friend, Madeline, who I’ll be seeing tomorrow, I’m going to take Wendy’s advice, and see if I can’t get myself off of the ground, which, of course, is where I’m headed!

    Before I forget to mention, if you’re a serious seeker of peace, as I feel you must be if you’re reading Hug Peace, then please check out the amazingly reverent website www.iPeace.me. There, coming as you should with some time to browse, you’ll find everything and more, including websites, poems, online discussions, videos, and so much more about peace, enough to convince you that peace is really on its way, joining forces with the 17,000 other brothers and sisters of the one family of God that we are, who have found the promise of peace firmly in place, all committed to peace in this lifetime, not just as a pipe dream, but as a reality!

     And, as long as I’m here, if you wouldn’t mind doing me a favor and think of me with your great imaginations, sitting at my computer, trying to pull this off, and surround me with light. The vision of it will greatly assist me with wings of light in flight, lifting me on my journey of a dream come true for us all! I will do the same for you, of course, as I continue with my own daily imaginings of putting light and love and joyfulness around the globe, around all beings, enough so that it will literally light us up in new light-bodies, prepared for New Life!

   In peace,

   I love you,

   talia

Getting Started (Part 1)

Dedicated to Bob Wake, Shoshauna Shy, and Rachel Grauerholz

After my very fun interview with John for HP, that I thought would be my last installment for Humanity United for Global Peace, at least for a while, I have decided, thanks to Bob, Shoshauna and Rachel, who asked me in their comments to give this another shot, I will take this further and proceed with another go around and start up a series called SOLO JOURNEY. I figure if others are interested in what I have to say (which pleases me very much) then why not? Actually, I think it could be fun to share in the process of what writing a novel is all about. I’m interested, myself, in what the author of a novel has to say. Lord, who ever would have thought it would be me! Certainly not I, especially after the many shortcomings of writing other half-novels, graspingly, because I wasn’t ready, that ended up being either deleted, or in a pile of papers in my closet, in one case burned, that I, in frustration, said I’d never write again! That is, with the exception of one unfinished novel that I still have a fondness for in a hard drive down in the basement. As I was telling Bob, who likes to talk writing, that even those early efforts of writing were part of the process that has brought me here today, as he already knew from having his own many works of fiction and non-fiction stored in his hard drive. Every writer undertakes a long and lonely journey.

What it comes down to for me is this: I want to take on a novel with a little more finesse and spiritual maturity, with the belief that I can actually see the writing through, with a beginning, middle, and an ending, that, of course, will be the new beginning of something that I have desired for a very long time. The Kingdom of Heaven! That’s where I’m headed in this novel, home. I know that for sure. It’s in the getting there that will make it a most remarkable journey of discovery for me. The goal when I get there is to be delighted and surprised and also relieved that the illusion of suffering is over. Next, I want to tidy up heaven, and open the doors wide-open for my beloved brothers and sisters in humanity to enter, as well as all sentient beings from near and far, to come together and be one family. That’s the theme for the next phase of our evolution. We Are all One. It will be the place where the quick and the dead meet up, again, coming into the New Jerusalem to live as gods, with all our god animals, even those we’ve thought have been lost to us for good, living with and for God, weeping for joy that we’re home, again, together, living out our lives and dreams in eternal bliss!

Now, how have I been proceeding with the actual novel? Well, very slowly, to be sure, because the truth is I have been doing practically everything else but downloading thoughts. I haven’t even typed out the first scene, yet, although I’ve gone over it a million times in my mind. The scene, with a little set up, takes place in my mind, in our office, with the animals and our grandson around me, while I’m in the simple act of folding the laundry. Other than that, I can tell you very little. I know the title is: Zero Point, A Journey into the Kingdom of Heaven. While I’ve had the title for about four years, now, ever since I came into the knowingness of “Ramtha, the Enlightened One” who has reminded me of what I came to earth to do. It has only been in the process of writing this first bit for “Solo Journey” that I came up with the tag line, so writing this has already been very good for me. The color of the book is gold with a beautiful photo of a pyramid on it, with the top of the pyramid representing “Zero Point,” which is where the loop hole into the Kingdom of Heaven is through, with a quantum leap (of faith!) There, I’ll be headed into Pandora’s Box and down the rabbit hole with Alice, back home where we all belong, which began with the big bang of light, fifteen billion years ago!

The cover of the book has actually been with me for about ten years (gold with a pyramid). In fact, in a dream, my friend, Martha, and her friend, Jim, presented the book to me at an awards ceremony, and all I could say was, “but, but, … I didn’t write it!” There were many photos in the book and it was gilded in an embossed cover of gold, although I don’t foresee any fancy embossing with this book. In fact, soon after it’s in book form, it will go out into cyberspace through thought projection, without you ever having to hold the book in your hand, or read it from a computer screen, as you are now reading this. Big things, called divine properties, are about to change, everything!

Okay, that is enough. With Desmond away, and my energy level still up, with the sun streaming through the windows and John working silently behind me at his computer, and because of a big thanks to you who wrote the comments posted, I shall begin my novel.

Love, talia

John: you’ve been talking this past week about many things, including taking a break from Hug Peace. Why don’t I interview you and give your readers some insight into your latest thinking. 

Talia: Such as asking me questions?

John: Yes, precisely. Your readers, according to Hug Peace’s statistics spend more time with your Ask Talia section than they do with your installments, so let’s start with a few questions. You say you’re taking time off for other projects, is that correct?

Talia: Yes, this will be my last installment for Hug Peace for a while. My plan is to write a novel that hopefully can accomplish the will of peace through a new world order, and a view of spirituality that has to do with the latest in Quantum Physics. In doing so, I’ll not only be doing a lot of QP research, but I’ll also be recording through my inner voice the journey of this discovery, that, God willing, will take me off the mundane wheel of classical physics, where you’re born, you live and you die, over and over, seemingly endlessly, until enough is enough already. In this lifetime, I’m planning to ascend!  In the novel, I’ll go beyond the mundane of everything being relative to matter, which is what science currently suggests. I believe that we have transcendent potential to change our world for the better, with objects, such as our bodies, having connections outside of time and space. I want to look at life with a spiritual approach, and let it unfold as it will, with infinite trust that a multitude of guides (that have always been with me) will continue to accompany me on this journey. And, I’ll Google a lot, too!

John: Let’s talk a little about Hug Peace, its rewards and frustrations.

Talia: Foremost, HP has allowed me to take risks with my spiritual ideas, so-to-speak, it has given me a voice to express with. Also, bringing me brothers and sisters who are interested in some kind of renewal, who want their unity back, as it should be! As for frustrations, probably a bit of disappointment that other than my daughter, Rachel, not one person in my large family has ever commented on this enterprise (except, now that I think about it, my sister Patty, and her son, Everett) which makes me believe that I am a black sheep. But, really, even that’s not a problem. I am pleased to proceed on my own at my own pace with my own divine thoughts, and if need be, with only my own encouragement. Regardless of what people think or don’t think about my belief that we’re headed into a new world, add to that that we’re gods, forgotten as it has been, I am enormously pleased and proud of myself and my life efforts for peace, which, really, has been nothing more than being a peaceful person. On the other hand, I am not blind to the torrential situation that humanity is faced with today. I am a rebel for change because the decay of human values and the erosion of sense of meaning have reached epidemic scales. Therefore, it’s hard to imagine what could be more important than finding a way out of this mess, which is precisely what my novel will seek to do.

John: How has your blog changed you?

Talia: Change is always taking place within us all, all the time, whether we write blogs or not, but I can say that I’m grateful to God for assisting me with the writing of Hug Peace. In my case, the blog has helped to shape and soften the little brick of clay inside of me that has desired peace to be a reality for as far back as when I was a child and prayed for it to happen, even though I probably didn’t know the word peace at that time. I only remember that I was easily upset when I’d see people and animals in distress. I would ask God if he couldn’t change that because it didn’t feel right to me, and it literally made me sick if I let myself get obsessed with others’ suffering. That’s been the hardest part of my living all along, to see things that shouldn’t be. And while I have learned to go forward with the betterment for humanity that I know is coming (as in the Second Coming) it has still remained difficult for me to endure a world where suffering exists. What’s good for me to know is that I am still in the process of being molded and sculpted into an emerging goddess, especially as I enter my crone years of holding my own blood, and cultivating my maternal wisdom. With Hug Peace, I feel like I have a foundation to rest upon.

John: What has been your purpose in doing Hug Peace and how have you felt about that?

Talia: Throughout the past eight months of writing this blog, I have felt hopeful and joyous about a universal humanity emerging from the muck and mire of hell on earth, somewhat like when a butterfly is released from its cocoon, without knowing that that’s going to happen, yet it does, making the butterfly feel delighted to be free from limitations with its release. Very soon, I can promise you, because I know what’s coming, we’ll begin calling ourselves Homo Universals, which means we’ll be saying good-bye to our Homo sapiens status that has kept our minds limited and our bodies trapped in mass. Now, with God speed, we’ll be released into the universe of our divinity into our true home! Many clear indicators of signs have come to tell me that peace is on course, and that I’ve created this website for a reason. Mostly, so I could have a voice, which continues to tell me that I’m on the right path in my own evolution, especially in regards to the greater good of us all, even when I’m not always sure where I’m going. The bottom line is that I don’t care if I get lost, because where I’m going keeps shining a beacon of light for me to reach out for. Therefore, I take the dark tunnels with love, and think light, with the bottom line always being that I just want to help humanity go home.

John: And so where does that vision take you?

Talia: The winds of change are taking me into a higher frequency of knowingness, and I’m finding that I’m eagerly clipping my wings to rise above mass density; enticing my inclination to aim for even more freedom beyond this world, into new life! As a willing god who desires to know everything pertaining to the map that will take us home, I am allowing my friend the wind, who knows where he’s going, and who resides within me, as me, to take me into the uncharted landscapes that I desire. Namely, to the new world of love, where illusions don’t exist, just peaceful scenes of grandeur and glory for all life and all beings, where we’ll see with our new universal eyes that we are the magnificent light sources of life! And you can bet your eternal life on it, that I am ready to fly!

The truth is, at this point in my evolution I have nothing to lose and everything to gain, so I will unfasten my “limited” earth seatbelt and head my mind up into the stars, with a vision of home beyond, listening and learning and connecting with others more knowledgeable than myself on these matters. And then, I’ll take what I learn, using all my brain power capacity (not geared toward the sciences, for sure, which will make this a challenge my mind needs) so I can know and understand the unseen mechanics of what it takes to transcend one life into another, much more refreshing than this broken world, instantaneously, into other dimensions, too numerous to mention, in a moment! This is what I want to know, and this is what Quantum Physics is about, and so this is where I’m headed. I’m tired of repeating myself over and over again on Hug Peace that we’re gods. If you haven’t picked up on this already, then I have to attempt to remind you in a different way, such as writing a novel.

John: Why don’t you tell readers who don’t know you personally more about yourself and your life and what you’re grateful for.

Talia: Well, I’m a pretty simple person who is inclined to solitude and so I would think that most people might find me boring. In the quiet of my living (even radios bug me) I enjoy reading, writing, walking in nature with dogs, and being in love with you! I’m grateful for everything, right down to my sometimes aching bones, that now get to work in a more restful position in front of a computer, instead of being down on my hands and knees all the time scrubbing someone else’s floors, which is what I used to do before the decline of the economy took that away from me. Forget the money, no tears were shed. With more time to write I can now download the thoughts that come into my head, knowing that I’m an open and willing receiver for God to work through. I’m grateful for more time to cook and bake, as you are for me doing this, and for being able to spend so much time with you in our office and around the fire. I’m looking forward to spring, too, so I can get back in the yard and flower gardens. I’ll even planting my first vegetable garden in years with my friend, Sara up at her place where she has a flat open surface in her back yard with the sun.

And, of course, there’s my eternal gratitude for you, Bun (my name for John), who is the dearest and most fun-loving companion an earth being, such as myself could ever want for. We are in love and gaining more and more momentum in our relationship, making our lives together extremely happy for us both in our quaint and wholesome little house that sits on a hill, making us feel like we’re living in the south of France! With spring approaching, we’ll be setting up our living camp on the terrace, again, where we’ll soon be eating our meals, reading, writing poems and playing with our grandchildren, Desmond and Lucy (when Lucy and Rachel come from Montana in a month!) I’ll fold laundry out there and work in my flower gardens to meditate my thoughts. And I know, we both feel blessed and lucky that we have our wonderful animals, oh, my, who have made our lives incredibly rich, much more so than it would be without them! That we’re a month behind on our mortgage doesn’t matter. I, at least, know that the universe provides where John doesn’t care where and how the money comes, just so long as it comes in time to keep us from foreclosure; as long as he can work on a writing project, which has never been a problem. I love sharing an office with you, because I love seeing you write with such joy at the helm of your computer, which overlooks a cluttered view of the great outdoors, soon to burst on the scene with spring foliage that will hide our neighbor’s artifacts of farm life. When John’s writing he can easily block out the logistics of our finances, yet, produces broad smiles of relief when checks for this or that of his writing and business services comes through. By the way, if you need a catchy website, contact www.JumpStartNewBusinesss.com, because John’s the man who can do it for you in a way that’s wise, makes sense, is good looking and affordable.

John: Thanks for the promo, sweetheart, it will help me to help you have more flexibility to stay home and write your novel. But before we end this, is there anything else you want to say to your readers?

Talia: I know, this is getting long, but before I end this, yes, I do want to say that I love that I can take leisurely walks with the dogs in the mornings, that sometimes last for hours, and that usually begin with a visit up to my friend Sara’s house, where I throw tennis balls to her dogs, Bear and Reggie, down her long driveway, and walk through her doors like I own the place, helping myself to ice water and slices of lemon crème cake that she often has on the counter, forget the calories, I don’t count them. With plenty of dog treats on the shelf inside the back door for our dogs who absolutely count on them. I love having a friend close by to share good conversation and life stories with, who listens and laughs and has humor, and who goes to great lengths some days to prepare extra food for her family’s dinner, so that John and I can be the benefactors of her delicious cooking!

John: And what about surprises? Have you had any because of Hug Peace you can share with us?

Talia: Yes, that I made a girlfriend in a man who I can tell all to, on any subject, with Bob Wake, my friend and editor. Thanks Bob! I love our friendship. Also, a big one for me, probably the best thing that Hug Peace has brought me is my divine Cyber Space sister in Wendy Salter, who is a woman so much like me that you’d think that the two of us were cut from the same cloth! She lives and writes from Dorset, England, and like me, has two grown daughters, with grandchildren, and desires for peace to be a reality, too! We met, not coincidentally, through our websites with the connecting key word “light”, just to reinforce to you how important the light source is. If you’re up for a really good read, then you’ll want to check out her blog http://wendysalter.wordpress.com, also, most assuredly, you’ll want to read her new first novel, “Herstoria” A Life out of Time, that John, enchanted by the book, wrote a book review for, now posted on our Hug Peace website. Thank you, Wendy for it all, especially for your help and encouragement with my own novel, and for so much more than my words right now can’t describe, that is, until we speak the universal language of love, where we’ll transfer our messages through ‘thought projection,’ which you understand more than the rest of us, and which will be the new means for humanity to communicate and create with. Please, keep telling your brothers and sisters your stories that are our stories, too, because I just know, with a little pixie dust and a lot of love for life as you live life with, you’ll have us flying out the window with John and Michael Darling and yourself into “not” Never Land, but Ever Land in no time!

John: Thanks, Talia, I’m sure your readers will keep an eye out on Hug Peace for whatever you might have to say, whenever you get a chance to talk to us.

Talia: Well, a sure way to hear from me is to ask me a question, because this has been a lot of fun! And, thanks for coming up with this format. It means that I don’t have to write my last installment now, that I can now be free to go and take a nap.

May peace be with us all,

Love,

Talia

Tal – Of course you need to follow your heart and instincts on taking a break from Hug Peace. But may I weigh in on your decision with my two cents? I think it’s a mistake for you to stop blogging on Hug Peace now. You need to give it more time to find its audience. Additionally, I think you should be blogging more frequently with shorter entries. Hug Peace should be your online journal. It’s great that you’re going to be researching and writing a novel. But why not share that experience with your blog readers? Tell them about your research day to day, share interesting websites that you find about quantum physics and spirituality, for instance, or books that you’re reading on the subject. Share the process of shaping the characters and story line as you write your novel. Your blog entries don’t have to be long essays, they can be brief daily journal jottings. The ups and downs of the writing process. I really think that’s the ticket to building an audience for Hug Peace. – Bob

       

I was telling some friends the other day—after we had our new dog, Dharma, for a week—that I couldn’t believe what the universe had manifested for me. And then later, after I left this friend, I remembered that the universe serves as a mirror to our thinking, which meant, apparently, that I (along with John) had manifested this dog without even knowing we were manifesting anything, but we are always manifesting.

       I am smitten and in love with Dharma (as is John, just not as overtly), with this proverbial puppy in a way that I didn’t know love could exist again after Zelda (and I’m talking dogs here), which goes to show you just how powerful love can be! Love is not something that evades us after loved ones cross, but rather, love is the driving force behind our sadness and tears that keep us churning and reaching out for the greater light of love’s understanding, that cleanses our souls so we can open up even more fully to greater love, if we can just keep our minds open for love to enter. My mind is wide open.

     For the past two weeks since having the girl home, I am forever desiring to be by her side, which means I am with her a lot, wrapped in a blanket of love (that, fortuitously, comes with another cold snap) just for the pleasure of being with her out of time, smelling her, cooing to her, listening to her coo to me, which is an inner sigh on contended breathing, accompanied by soft grunting that I adore! Whispering sweet everything’s into her long silky ears, stroking them with the other hand massaging her belly, still elongated with tender nipples after the rewarding experience of having the opportunity to become a mother, which all female species long to become, even if they choose not to be mothers in this lifetime. The desire to nurture is still there built into our purpose. Mission accomplished, even as the population of dogs without homes rises, just as our over population of people without love and homes rises. It is life, but one that I will never believe is fair, because it shouldn’t be this way, until one day, with peace in our lives, it won’t be. Let that day come, please, with Godspeed to see it through.

    Having been abandoned into a holding box at the Appleton Humane Society while pregnant in November—that the humane society wasn’t aware of because Dharma (called “under your spell” by the Humane Society) was bone thin—but even against those odds, she delivered two healthy babies who were adopted into homes after she tended to them brilliantly, they say, for two weeks at the Humane Society, and then, for the duration of the next four weeks in someone else’s laundry room. She fulfilled her task of procreating new life, even as the babies departure from her life filled her with great anxiety, she had no choice in the matter other than to continue on with her next adventure, which, one step closer, was going to live in a coon hound rescue foster home, where, for the next six weeks, on edge with high stress that warranted Prozac, she awaited our arrival.  With great relief, this beautiful and gentle dog, from the moment she encountered John (who drove two hours to fetch her), knew, at last, probably four or five years into her life that she had finally found her home, that no dog ever gives up on, even if they never find their home. Dharma, lucky dog that she is, did find her home with us, and we couldn’t be more pleased.

     In my mind, proud mother that I am of Dharma, she is a beauty queen of the coon hound tribe, who is perfect! In fact, she’s better than perfect. She’s the right size, small and slender, who can fit into my lap for cuddles, and who can slide easily in next to John when he’s reading on his reading couch in front of the fire. She loves to curl up in a round ball when we’re at our computers, preferably on the love seat in our office in the sun with her head tucked into her paws, kind of like me, who likes to have a blanket up around my nose when I sleep. Looking over at her now I can see that she’s settled in for a long and fulfilling life of remarkable dog and human companionship.  As my new friend, Wendy reminded me, dogs are here to teach us about our inherent nature and remind us of our origin of love. And I’ve got to say, I am all eyes and ears, watching and listening.

     Oh, great love for the dog that I feel when I see all my dogs, and everyone else’s dogs, especially when they’re happy. A dog in distress and need takes me under more than anything else, which is why I have to drive with blinders on. Hallelujah, thank you, universe for Dharma, even with her incessant barking that’s called baying, that hardly bothers us because it’s so happy and sweet, especially in the morning when she sees me getting dressed, knowing that it’s close to going out for our walking time, without a leash, but with a collar because she follows her nose wherever it tells her to go, which is in freedom over the ridge of our house, in whatever direction the wind blows her. Lucky for all of our dogs, and the many I take care of, they are abundant with open fields and raw nature to explore in, let the girl be free, I say. Dharma, like all dogs that have been penned up long for their liberties to explore freedom, which is the birthright of us all! In Dharma’s case, according to the perfect padding on her paws, I suspect that she’s encountering this freedom for the first time! It’s like John told her foster mother, Shelley, who said she wasn’t good at obeying commands, that it would never be a problem again, ever, because she’ll never hear another command. Not only can she be on every couch, she can even be up on the counter top between our computers knocking over books and folders, and she, like the rest of our dogs, is allowed to eat whatever and as much as she pleases, with a love for people food, no problem. She has an open door policy to go in and out on her own (with our help, of course), if she pleases, which pleases her very much, but also, there’s the added benefit in knowing that she knows her way home to the magic doors that always open up to her with love, warmth and want for her, which still amazes her, without ever having to know abandonment or the cold again.

     As for our other dogs, Kafka, Sparky and Nemo, they seem more settled with Dharma in their lives, too. They are happy and fine with the fact that this cute little dog has easily moved into the top dog position that used to be Zelda’s. They love her with a cautious eye, for now, as they sniff and sniff at her, probably still wondering and thinking about Zelda, like, where is she? (In the chest freezer in the basement, waiting for her burial after the ground thaws.) And how is it that this new dog, Dharma, came to be with us? She is so much like Zelda, yet so entirely uniquely her own being, because she’s Dharma! Who knows, maybe, the dogs think that Dharma’s a Zelda reincarnated, who surely must know of the spirit of these canine mysteries much more than we know about these matters, other than that they both belonged with us here on earth, as they, these fine and respectable male dogs in our lives, belong with us, too, with Dharma in charge now of carrying on the canine torch of touching our lives with her feminine loving sensibilities that enrapture us all. God willing, she’ll be with us for a long time to come. John and I feel we’re in a rich heaping rapture of dog blessings that make us feel loved and securely at home on this planet with the presence of the dog in our lives. And, now that we’re all together in a tighter knit fit with Dharma, John and I, human love of my life, are in a tighter knit fit with each other, where we’re beginning a new tradition of having Dharma sleep on my side of the bed instead of sleeping between us, with me in the middle, snuggled up with my man, who, none of this would be complete without.

Zelda

    Maybe, once in a life time, if we’re lucky, do we encounter the complete and enamored spell of falling in love with the Dog, given to mankind as a holy and reverent species for the purpose of befriending our weary souls during our trials and tribulations on the earth plane, as well as for sharing in our joys, that the dog, more than the rest of us, contributes to. The dog intuitively understands the call of spirit, giving earnestly of themselves with heart, love and loyalty, which is the essence of God’s love for us all. Once smitten by the dog, we are never the same, ever again, we are only enriched into love’s knowing, having discovered love in its purest form, which is the reason the Dog is God spelled backwards. When we fall in love with our dogs, they leave indelible paw print impressions on our hearts that literally transform us beyond this plane of limited knowing, into the wonder of unlimited expression. The dog teaches us this naturally through their own examples of loving us, (when we let them) which is precisely what every dog on this planet seeks to do. Love and be loved by you.   

    On Saturday, January 24, 2009, my dearest husband and best “human” friend I could ever want for, John, and I, along with our forlorn pets, lost the remarkable companionship of our beloved dog, “Zelda” who came to this planet clothed in the garment of a black and tan coon hound, with an intuitive brilliance that out smarter us both. Her nurturing sensibilities wrapped our family up into an embrace that made us feel supremely loved, that was unknown to us in this way before she arrived. Without a doubt, Zelda was irrevocably the truest and most compassionate being in our household, who was the center of our universe that has bottomed out without her – without her infectious presence in our lives. None of us (dogs included) are quite sure now how to proceed, because she was the glue that bound our family together. What will we talk about now?

    Zelda provided memories to last John and I a lifetime (and beyond) who slept between us on our bed at night, who never began a day without licking us incessantly with kisses, from one head to the next before she’d get off the bed, with more kisses throughout the day, especially when John and I were at odds with one another. In times such as this, she’d go back and forth between us, distraught with worry, quivering uncontrollable, wanting so badly for peace to be the maker of our household. She always gave to her brothers first, with the exception of food, which she always got more of, because John was the dispenser of food from the table, one bite for him, one for Zelda, one for Kafka, one for Nemo, then Sparkles, back to Zelda, which was his way of showing us that she was his favorite. Zelda made John happy in every way, as he patting her on the head when he’d pass her, calling out her name, again and again, with a nickname of “Pup”, with a love that overflowed into his poems and dreams, this female dog he adored, even more than me, which didn’t bother me because I wanted her to be as loved by John as she was by me.

      Zelda had a nose for new discoveries, who’d bark loudly when we’d drive by favorite romping spots, even if we weren’t stopping, which we usually were, because being together in nature was our passionate pastime. We’d spend hours together with the dogs, including many that didn’t live here that we’d pick up along the way. Forget that Zelda barked, we didn’t mind, we were happy to allow her full expression. She was always in the same room with us, and even jumped off a roof top once to find us, fracturing a leg that gave her problems the rest of her life, but that didn’t daunt her when it came to adventuring into the back country with her brothers, with them being gone sometimes for hours, which testing my patience, or rather, which taught me my patience, may she romp and frolic in peace with Flaubert and Gatsby who all served their life missions here on earth with us so well in loving us.

    It was in March of 2000, shortly before leaving for a vacation to Mexico that I had this whole-hearted knowing that a female dog would come into our lives. My thinking was that her energy would complement our family, then comprised of two elderly male dogs, several male cats, along with my male husband, John, and a male puppy (that I was falling in love with) “Sparky” who came to work at the pottery studio I worked at, that I thought could use a friend, in the same way that I needed a baby to love. (This was our second marriage, and John and I had pretty much decided that a human baby was not going to be in our picture.) I wanted a puppy, like “Sparky” that could come home with me at night, instead of being whisked away by his owner, as “Sparky” was. But John wouldn’t hear of it, “Didn’t we have enough pets, already?” was his only comment on another dog. I have this quality that I like very much about myself that doesn’t listen to anyone or anything, like a TV that tells me something that I don’t want to hear. To distract myself from John’s annoying stance on no more pets, I got up from the table and called a woman I hadn’t spoken to in years, but who had been on my mind.

     Within moments of that phone call I was out the door and driving to see this friend (Jaime) who just happened to know, she told me over the phone, that her neighbors had a litter of puppies that were adorable! (What puppy isn’t?) And the next thing I remember is that I’m trudging across a field still crusted over with winter snow and mud, almost running, with Jaime and her puppy following behind me, who was in pursuit of a dog of my own. When I arrived, there she was, this beautiful dog that was already pulling at my heartstrings, (thank God she was a girl) who barked more than the rest of her litter mates. I don’t know why, but just like that, in all this puppy chaos, I was falling in love with the most obnoxious dog! When she saw me she made it known, immediately, that she didn’t want her tummy rubbed, but that she wanted out of the gate that kept her coon hound nose from discovering larger pastures. I remember her distinct barking that day that told me that she wanted the gallon of milk that was sitting on a stool in the barn, next to the gate that I poured into a central bowl, watching as this little insistent dog (pig) lapped up the contents before the others had a chance to get much for themselves. She was to enjoy a bowl of milk every day for the rest of her life.

    As Zelda wasn’t yet old enough to leave her mother, I took her home for a short visit to meet John and our other dogs, Flaubert and Gatsby and Kafka, who showed little interest in her puppy antics. John, on the other hand, was smitten when she tucked into snuggle around his neck while he sat at his computer.  There was an exchange between our eyes that marked the moment when he knew that she belonged with us. What a relief! I paid the woman $50, ten over what she was asking, and told her daughter who had named my puppy “Crystal” to look after her with lots of love while I was away in Mexico.  I spent the next week on a nude beach thinking mostly about the dog I’d be going home to as the tides washed in an out and the full moon rose, musing and reading and thinking about my Zelda, a name John had come up with before I left. It was the longest vacation of my life, but also the best, because I knew I was coming home to this puppy that I thought would be with us for the rest of our lives.

     And while she’s still with us in spirit, her ‘physical life’ ended abruptly when John took Zelda into an emergency clinic on Saturday, because she was having difficulty breathing. To our dismay, the Vet discovered that Zelda had cancer, with fluids outside her lungs, which had gotten to the point where she couldn’t sleep, leaving us no option other than to put her down. While all of this was terrible, it was also a day of incredible bonding between John and I, who shared this love connection with Zelda in a way that only he and I could understand. I made a pot of tea, and for the rest of the afternoon and evening we sat in our office sharing Zelda stories, until the emotional strain of the day took us to bed with exhaustion.

   The next morning, the first thing out of John’s mouth was that he missed Zelda more than he thought he could bare, wondering, he asked me, how we would ever be able to continue on without her? Knowing that there’s a solution to everything, including achieving peace, I told him that there was probably a black and tan coon hound rescue program online that we could look into, which had John at the computer checking. When I came home from my walk with the dogs that morning, I asked John if he’d found our girl, and he replied, “As a matter of fact, I have.’ And now, thanks to Zelda who would want us to carry on her love for another more “needy” dog, we are the proud parents of an abandoned coon hound, around five-years-old that we’re naming, “Dharma.” John will pick her up in Appleton on Saturday, one week after Zelda’s crossing over the Rainbow Bridge into paradise that happened, not coincidently, on the 31^st of January, which would have been Zelda’s ninth birthday.

PS See John’s tribute poem under the tab above marked “Poems.”

   To view “Dharma” our incoming coon hound – who has a striking resemblance to our Zelda, (who I’m sure has her light-body paw in all of this) scroll down for yourself and see that the blessing of the dog lives on!

Dharma

While I knew that Inaugural Day was fast approaching, as great events usually come, quickly, especially when we know they’re coming, it wasn’t until the morning of the event that I found myself becoming invested. Living in the moment as I do, I had other things on my mind, such as a personal writing I was working on for my latest installment (not yet posted). Happy to put that aside for a while, I was delighted to find, when I turned on the TV in our office at 6:30 that I was becoming caught up in the euphoria of our great nation. I could feel and sense the joy of spirit emanating from the people gathering in Lincoln Square, coming individually into the collective body of something greater, giving me that sense that the peace we all desire might actually be delivered in our lifetime.

I was grateful for the camaraderie and commentary coming from the newscasters, as I listened in on their wisdom of world events, with hope in their voices and joy in their smiles, bantering with one another and happy to be a part of this great historic event. I enjoyed the footage of Barack Obama growing up as a child, coming full-circle into his purpose as an adult, even against the odds, as Katie Couric was realizing her purpose as a first-class world renown reporter. I felt as though we were all coming into our greater purpose as a whole-body of people, even if for the moment that only meant listening. I felt for the first time in a long time, overtly, that I was one with all those people on my television screen, as I know I am one with all people, everywhere. I felt hopeful and expectant of good changes to come that will benefit us all, like the winds of growth in an ever-expanding universe that can miraculously uplift us.

As I sat down to my computer to check my emails, I thought not so much about the mass of people swelling, but more of the thought that within that mass of people, standing shoulder-to-shoulder in the cold, supporting the common good of the brotherhood, (as I like to think of us) that there were hundreds of thousands of individual lives taking place, who had come together for this event on their own accord, purchasing tickets, making arrangements, packing luggage, and driving and flying into a Capital City of believers who wanted to be a part of something greater for humanity. All there now with separate and collective thoughts going on inside their heads, commingling with the thoughts of those, like me, who stayed at home to watch (or not watch) the events from inside our homes and offices, building in a collective energy of unity as we waited with baited breath to see and hear our next President, Barack Obama deliver his speech.

It felt as similar and familiar to me as when the collective body came together for the events such as the deaths of President Kennedy and Princess Diana, as we joined together for the space shuttle disaster, and for 9/11, as devastating as that was, it brought us together for the common purpose of our devotion to people, to reach out in times of need, for better or worse. Today, with this 44^th inauguration, a most decidedly good event, it felt like we were coming home as a world-body of people living together in one world, with no nations being foreign to the next, only united, eye-witnessing, today, Barack Obama taking the reigns of our troubled nation with courage and dignity, to lead our country out of dangerous territory into higher ground with a new intelligence that could see this through.

Our 4-year-old Grandson, Desmond, with us for the big event, rose at 7:30 to the wonder of what was going on. Perplexed that the coffee table that belonged in the living room was now in the office with his games and puzzles piled up on the floor next to it, he asked me, “Why is the TV on, Grandma?” Before telling me that he couldn’t find me when he woke up, which is what he always says to me when he finds me in the morning at my computer. And then, with the sun streaming through the windows and the mood festive with my joviality and bouts of loving him up, big, I told him that today was an important day of getting a new president that could lead all people into the promised land of happiness. He seemed to take this with pride because it made me so happy. For a while we just sat on the love seat and watched and waited for the Obamas to exit Blair House into the fumes of their waiting car, with Desmond practicing saying “Barack Obama” over and over again until he got it right, going to tell Grandpa at 9:30 that Barack Obama was our new President, and that he should get up now and go in the hot tub so that he (Desmond) could throw “his people” toys into the water, which basically drives grandpa nuts, (he doesn’t do well with any sounds in the morning, but who wouldn’t have it any other way). We can always say that Desmond was with us when the torch was passed.

Later that evening, after John and I had tried to listen to Obama’s speech with Desmond refusing to be quiet, we gathered with friends to watch a rerun of the day’s events on CNN, talking afterward about Barack’s speech, which several didn’t think was his best. For me, who has heard so few of them because I don’t follow the news, I thought it was quite eloquent and rather fine, liking the fact that Obama was able to take us to a point of understanding what we face as a nation, and what we need to do as a people to see this through, which is what I needed to hear—the straight up version, instead of the flowery scene of playing it cautious. All in all, I am exceedingly pleased with the turn of events taking place in our nation (and our world) and feel optimistic about our future as a united species who will become the governing body of a new world order that works for the people, by the people in justice and in love.

     With bountiful love, I am honored to greet all beings on this planet, as I am happy to greet all unseen beings from other dimensions that share the universe with me, known as brothers and sisters as we enter, on this plane, into another calendar year on new beginnings where we follow time. If you’re anything like me, which I suspect you are, coming from the same source of all that is that we come from, God, after a few days of strong resolve to right our wrongs, we inevitably fall back to the endless task of trying to come to terms with ourselves through our past. But the past can never be changed (I’ve finally figured out) because the past is over. Therefore, revisiting the past, again and again, because we’re self-programmed to do so, as we are self-programmed not to think well of ourselves, makes dabbling in the past a very boring and mundane activity, much like listening to the endless chatter of what we don’t like about ourselves.

     When we think in terms of our past, especially as a series of bad experiences, we find life on this plane to be excruciatingly painful and an agonizing experience to live through. Knowing that the world is in such turmoil has made me not want to be here, even though I know that I chose to be here, as you did, or we wouldn’t be here. I also know that I am responsible for my own dispirited mind thoughts around the matters of the world, because it’s all a state of mind. Instead of being broken-hearted about the world now, I am learning to reshape my mind thoughts with hope and longing for a better future for us all, finding it much easier to think of everyone and all situations with love, especially when I remember that what I think is what I create. Thoughts of the past are counterproductive, because they create more of the same.

     We’re headed into a new dimension of light that vibrates at a much higher frequency than what we’re accustomed to. On earth, in dense bodies, without wise thinking, we vibrate at such a low frequency that we can literally see our bodies, but nothing else, which makes it difficult to believe in anything that isn’t visible. There is so much out there, more alive than we are, with many beings looking out for our safety that we’re not aware of, simply because we can’t see them, but they’re there just the same. The light of the fourth dimension where we’re headed allows us to become transparent, which is all it takes to transcend into a new reality. With the aid of the light, we turn the evolutionary corner out of time into forever, which permits us to forgive and forget our pasts because the past no longer matters.

     What matters is today, right now, here in this moment. When we embrace what’s being given to us in the present, with a big pink bow tied around it so we don’t miss out on the opportunities, is when we open up to our divinity without even having to leave this plane. The New World of our future is coming. In a short time we will be welcomed back into the light of our understanding, into the fourth dimension of light that comes naturally as the next step in our evolution after living in dense bodies in the third dimension of forgetfulness, for far too long!

    Our greatest gift, along with eternal life and our freewill, is in “the moment,” which is why it’s called “the present.” The present can be received and opened and enjoyed in every moment, instead of craning our heads to look backwards. When we look back on our past, we miss out on the power of the moment. The moment “alive” brings us a fresh perspective with new tools to navigate our lives with today that help us feel good about who we are now (instead of who we thought we were yesterday). Becoming involved with a new creation enables us to live spontaneously, with new thoughts to create with that allow us to let go of the past that haunts us, and cultivate new goals and ideas and aspirations that will enrich our lives today and benefit our future.

    And even if we cannot feel or see change within ourselves, or within our world, change is taking place throughout the universe, as change is taking place throughout our humanity. Change has always been taking place, only now it’s being expedited at a higher frequency, because it’s time to rise up. The light of love that brings this change is shining into the very core and essence of our being. When you feel this glow, as you will, and you’re wondering where this comes from, it is from God, bringing harmony and relief and understanding to our planet and her people, with unlimited freedom for every man, woman and child, and to all species. Hail, to new beginnings!

     And as good as this may sound, and as enlightened as I may think I am, I can still never remember a new year coming around, including this one, that was all polished and new and warm and fuzzy. Not by a long shot. I do not have that accomplished feeling within myself or within our world, not yet, although I can envision it. For now, I am still painfully aware of the reality of things not being as I wish they were, even though I know that peace is on the march. It is in this knowing that I have survived.

    More than that, my new year is usually tendered by the fact that I am still wrestling with the rebel in me who refuses to put up with the illusions that make our lives seem difficult, that don’t seem to go away no matter what we do or think or say. What I need to do concerns the change within me. Now, I see all of us living together in a harmonious and happy fashion, as a joyful people, because this is our birthright. Let us give naturally to all beings the love and dignity and respect we all deserve. Let’s offer this up in the spirit of fellowship and treat everyone on this beautiful planet with kindness. Is that too much to ask for? I don’t think so, and I will never stop asking God for the keys to our Kingdom, because it’s our heritage to receive this glory. What pleases me most is that one day we will be given the keys, because that’s how God works who is the puppeteer behind the veil of our illusions, who can accomplish the impossible, especially when we consciously co-create with God to see peace through.

   John and I are lucky to have two new leather-bound journals (thanks to a Staples reward certificate). After clinking our glasses of champagne to our good life and fortune (of good health), we set out to write our first entries of the New Year. When I went back to read mine, three days later, I thought, well this isn’t quite true. In part, what I said is that, “I have no resolutions to accomplish anything that I’m not already doing—with the exception of cutting back on the food and sweets that I’ve been devouring over the holidays. That’s it.” I said I was happy and content with life as it is, even though I am ever resolute to seek peace.

    What is not acceptable to me in that statement is that I am not happy and content with the way life is on our planet, not now, nor have I ever been. I am still very sensitive to the reality of the monster we have collectively created with our unconscious minds and paltry attitudes, with apathy and disregard for life, out of ignorance, perhaps. But the truth is, we are still not thinking as well as we could be thinking. We are still gripped by the sorrows of sickness and disease and low self-esteem that we have caused ourselves. Domestic abuse and violence have gone rampant, with human and animal neglect on back burners because we’re too busy fighting wars on foreign soil that are so unnecessary, making it nowhere near to the peace that I envision.

     To see it my way would mean that our hospitals and clinics and prisons would all have to disappear, because no one would ever be bad or sick or unloved again. It would mean that our newspapers and reporters would be filled with only joyful and uplifting stories of our human endeavors. There would be freedom for all, with the power to come and go as we please without cars or buses or trains and planes, because we’ll all be traveling by the speed of light. It will mean a fresh start to our forgotten divinity, with all of us living in light-bodies that don’t break down, laughing joyfully at every turn in our exciting new adventures. That is what I wish for, God, today and in the New Year to come. May our dreams come true.