Crazy

2:27 am

My mind – what is real? Deeply real? I keep looking for the crack in the ceiling to squeeze through… I feel crazy, but I wonder if everybody else does too.

Real world outside: full moon, clouds, crickets and frog song. Frogs are like the sleeping breath of the night, their song lulls the mind into peaceful slumber.

I don’t know what to think about the world. There is true insanity out there. It’s like a bad detective or forensics novel about a poisoner who gets away with it because nobody wants to see what is going on right under their noses. No one wants to look at the actual science, the actual facts of the behaviour of the poisoner. Kind of like the commercial about the kids who make all the wrong moves in a horror flick in thirty seconds.

I suppose because most of us can’t actually digest – fathom – understand the motives of those in power trying to kill us all. It’s a “Wait – what?” moment. If you put all the insanity together it’s in your face, kind of like not wanting to know your parents are serial killers. It’s just too heinous to consider, even when their behaviour is overt and obvious. We make their alibis for them. They politicize it making it an ideological mental issue which further hides the motive of murder and voila! It’s an unsortable mess.

In a land where freedom is important, you use freedom to usurp the people.

For some, freedom is too open, to boundaryless, and they look for any group, cause or ideology to hide within that will give them structure to feel safer. They do not actually want freedom, but it sounds good. ‘Bad’ people who know this, use it against them to gain control inch by inch, so it’s not noticed until it’s too late. Like the way you use a fish lure or any other device when hunting and capturing your prey. In this country the lure is ideas, the creative force of the mind. The whole reason America was created in the first place has been weaponized against us. It wouldn’t have been possible without the internet.

That is why I write in darkness, by candle light, so that no electronic vibe is present – so that the deeper liminal part of my mind can speak. The part that notices the eddies and currents, that feels the less obvious, so it can become obvious.

By what standard do I judge what I feel? I suppose it is my heart. Everybody knows deep down what is right and what is wrong. Or, they should… but if you are crazy, maybe you are crazy because you can’t feel that part of yourself anymore?

I suppose if: (and it’s a doozy) you were not a part of the original population of this planet and you wanted off, and it was centuries before you as a group could leave, your effort to remember who you are would mutate into hate for those with whom you were forced to live – turning them into the enemy. The real inhabitants, not being an old enough race, not developed enough would be seen useless to your goals, as over running the planet, using up the resources you needed to get off this rock and would I imagine that you would want to get rid of a lot of them (us). You would forever see them as inferior.

You’d use their best talents against them and they would never understand what hit them. You wouldn’t care because in your eyes it would be a life or death scenario. By the original population of the planet your behaviour would be seen as deviant, but you have had literally eons to learn how to hide who you really are, and you don’t give one whit about the people here, you just want off the planet.

As part of your survival, you had to interbreed with some of the population on the planet, and they now have a mind disease called psychopathy and narcissism. You have used, abused and killed many millions of the original population, feeling fully justified because they are so inferior and you are so far above them and have a mission to get off the planet. (and probably in our eyes descend like a plague of locusts ready to consume yet another world.)

It sounds like a wild sci-fi plot, but from what the eddies are bringing me, possibly true. ( and THAT is WHY  the world feels so crazy.)

To make matters worse for those that want off this rock, the window of time is closing on their efforts to the point where they are pulling out all the stops and do not care if they are discovered. They actually think that we will not get it…

In way it might be true because we can’t fathom the no-holds-barred attitude they have, so we are in real trouble. They will kills us in their attempt – use us anyway they can to accomplish their goal. In a way, it is sad because they have given us our systems, our structures, our beliefs which they now use against us and which we still cherish. It’s why we can’t duck the sucker punch coming at us – we don’t even see it coming.

So there it is – I wonder how it will play out?

Do we actually emerge from the grand sleep and open our eyes to the plot? Do we grow out of infancy, take response – ability for ourselves and the planet? Do we emerge from our cocoon of senselessness and into waking? We certainly have enough provocation at this point!!!

‘To die, to sleep – to sleep – perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause.’

(Hamlet, Hamlet)

We must do this – we must wake, or we will perish. We must wake to gain our sovereignty, or it will not matter the creativity, the potential we have will turn to dust and be blown away. This is the temporal turning point for the race its self, and the planet demands it of us.

Now it is so in our faces, so fantastic that we can’t believe it, and their actions are so over the top that we can’t ignore them any more.

Some will try to ignore the situation, they will take the vaccines, they will wear the masks, they will willingly and subserviently kill themselves step by step in trade for the illusion of being parented. They will believe the lies about the science not done. They will not investigate, read, research one thing because they will have to face that the ‘parents’ are trying to kill them. The internal cognitive dissonance of the whole situation is what makes the world feel so ‘crazy’. It is sad when the only thing you can dream of to be better is what you don’t want, and you have no idea of what you do want…

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go…

 

Metaphor: one mind to another

Alien/dimensional communication and metaphor.

We all assume that life in all its varied forms will have the same idea structure and archetypes as our own minds – that reality is based off of our perception of our word – hard, poundable 3D matter. But, it isn’t, as we are beginning to discover. We know even in our human culture it is difficult to communicate unless you can point to something in your environment and use it as a reference point. For deeper meanings we resort to metaphor.

Well, when you are an energy based life form, your metaphor would be vastly different – to the point that if an entity were trying to talk to us, it would be useless. Concepts such as emotion – based on our reaction to our livingness (3D circumstances) would be senseless and so would our ethics and morality, which are based on our emotions, or our heart which is that feeling that lets us know if something is good or bad. If you were an energy life form, even things like tree, cup, or house would all be senseless, at least the way we use them.

So, there would have to be a metaphor constructed to support an identity such that it could be known that the entity was even there in our reality, much less share communications. One must ask one’s self, ‘What would that look like?’, an attempted communication? Each party would have to experiment with differing and varying values to even begin awareness.

What does the energy of another intelligence feel like inside, in my mind, in my awareness? We have to know ourselves to answer that question, and to do that we have to be awake enough to even ask the question and familiar enough with the inner self to differentiate the answer. Further, constructing a metaphor requires some knowledge of the other’s experience such that a parallel could be constructed. How is that information gathered? Where would a metaphor have to start?

20 years ago science would have said Math. Today, it is more towards frequencies and repeatable movements. Frequency is everywhere. It is the background, ground state of energy. What wouldn’t be known is how frequencies effect either party and the meaning of that to each party. Heat to us like flame, is dangerous and cause for alarm, destructive, but to an entity made of that frequency, it is the same as our cells, that make our bodies.

Just imagine two human beings, through metaphor connected mind to mind, we would still have to observe the effects of certain ideas on emotions to understand each other. Not only that – but we would have to answer why – we would have to share viewpoints – which are a subset of metaphor… now imagine an entirely alien intelligence trying to get through all that to understand enough to share communication with a human.

Not to mention our extreme fear of anyone inside our heads – knowing who we are, we would shunt information like that to our subconscious never allowing it to see the light of day. How do you communicate with a being who is afraid of who they are? We are a confusing species, in and of ourselves, much less to someone who has no experience of being human, or living in/on/around this planet.

Just think of that – what would you say with no common referents? How could you say it? How would you even know there was someone to say it to?

IMO

So hubs wakes me up around 3:22 am and it’s just cool enough temp wise in the room to want to roll over and settle back to sleep. But I am getting this urging to get my ass out of bed and go look at the moon. I roll over to my other side and lazily ask the question – but what’s there to write about – I just wrote yesterday?  And I get this really clear bright flash in my mind that says, well what if Randy Cramer didn’t get it exactly right? By now, I am shocked. I begin to wonder what if??? And I feel this humor because they know they got my attention… 🙂 So at 4 am I finally roll out of bed, wander downstairs, turn on the coffee pot and realize that somehow fat cat got stuck in the garage last night, went to let him in after I had filled his food bowl so he wouldn’t be loud, set up my outside table to write and got my coffee.

Problem is, by that time the entire aha was fading, esp. after all the rigamarole. But I did try. The essence of it was:

There is a great human family waiting for us out in our solar system that have come from our earth, some recently, some centuries ago. We think we are so superior down here and we are not. All the falderal going on right now, the cv, the poison environment, the GMO foods the sickness the vacc issue, the transhumanist crap – it’s all of our making. Even our own kind of the recently out in space ( the laughingly called ‘secret space program’) have no part in the mess down here. They wait for us to wake up and create some order and clean up the criminals. Its ALL our shit.

However, Randy Cramer explains it like we are powerful, we are worthy of thinking of ourselves as  better – but we are not. What’s coming next is to teach us that we aren’t and to teach us not to be afraid of what is out there. But we have to get over ourselves first. The power people down here don’t want anyone else more powerful than they are on this earth. The power people killed all the hidden off planet people they could identify in Wuhan. It wasn’t a virus – it was a targeted sneak attack with a frequency weapon. These people have been walking amongst us forever as our friends and next door neighbors and we never noticed. But the old regime in china has because there has been some underground help offered lately and they don’t cotton to being messed with. Then to hide what they’d done we were given the meme of a virus. We are all vulnerable to that kind of control and attack. Then certain very suggestable people were used to promote the viral meme, while certain other people were outed by their own behaviour. There you have it. All because of assumed primacy.

 

Today though, I heard a theory that this recent plan to ‘kill-off’ the world pop is to make room for colonists…. However, there is plenty of room on this planet… but I know people would like to be able to come here and live and or vacation, while certain others of us would give our right arm to get into space and help create the future. None of which can happen as long as the current power mongers are unwilling to give up their power….

Bottleneck

Things must change so that they can be put back together better…maybe. Things are quieter in the world, but only on the face of it. People awakening is kinda nitty-gritty. Everyone wants everyone else to do it their way, but no one has enough information to make any decisions at all. (I think I was right about the invasion – the nano-invasion, by the tiniest chemical army ever.)

Why can’t people just ‘leave-be’ and let everyone come to it on their own? It seems to be an ‘authority’ thing you get from being a kid. Its like a mind virus, nobody has figured out that you are supposed to grow up and adult your own thoughts with adequate information – not fear.

Compassionate understanding has helped me unwind my soul, both in the world and up close. Especially when the body of knowledge that people would draw upon was taught inadequately or is just flat out wrong. Its easy to become irrational because there are no real facts or knowledge to draw upon. Viruses and bacterium are a part of our natural biome. So is energy. These two worlds are invisible but we can change our 3D world by using them. We live in a very rich, many itemed vegetable soup that has come together to create what we are today. We have to figure out how to come into balance with what has recently awakened in society.

I have felt many things going on, on many levels in the world – fighting for dominance over each other, for power over instead of power with – or balance. This time I feel its going to fall out differently. Its going to have to be a both-and, instead of an either-or. Infinite diversity in infinite combination. IDIC I feel we are going to have to sink our teeth into that  and get it right – or pretty close to right this time because we have arrived at a biological bottleneck. It feels like we are being driven to a ‘thing’ – a concept, that unless we embrace the human race, a lot us of will not quite make it through that bottleneck intact.

Many think it is an awareness inside that we are all one or at least in the same soup pot, and we are, but the awareness will emerge so that, ‘I know that you know, that I know’. Its hard for that to emerge if everybody is scared out their wits by an enemy they cannot see. When we get past this little cv hiccup, and this realization of a new sort of unity settles over us like a blanket, that morning we open our eyes and fear will be a thing of the past.

Currently the fear is, of course, weaponized against us, trying to keep us separated in an ineffective attempt to sabotage this. But that will only prolong the current situation a little bit and make the acceptance of our oneness just that more powerful. What they don’t understand, those who would ward this off, is that this awareness doesn’t mean loss of cherished self, it just means more friends, compassionate understanding, a freeing up , an allowance to let you be you and me be me. Rather than the old paradigm that says you must be just like me so I am not scared of you. That is an old survival instinct that we must get over and evolve beyond. And I know that’s hard to do – just think of the ‘Ninja-spider-dance’ we all do! It’s an instinct that has kept us alive for a very long time.

So, how do you get over fear? Well, you get mad, or you educate yourself. Education causes curiosity. Curiosity leads to imagination, which for this human race leads to creation (or MacIvering).  Look at it this way, we have experienced education – like loading a hard drive full of useful programs, but over 3/4s of us never get to use the system. Everybody waits to be given and told the information instead of turning on the machine and using it to think and self educate.

IMO nobody seems to be able to think this CV bullshit through, partially because they have been force fed bad information. (GIGO Garbage in, garbage out.) And, sadly, because they have not been given the permission to think… This has had the effect of putting the entire planet in a pickle because we don’t know what to do. We are trying to move forward on too little information, most of it wrong, based on wrong or out dated assumptions and nobody seems to want to stand back to look at the bigger picture to hone in on any other direction or information stream. Also, even so, people have been taught not to accept what they see right before their very own eyes because they have been educated that they have NO RIGHT to use their own operating systems.

There are many ways this can go into the future and the more people on a similar path, the bigger and stronger the path becomes. I sit and watch, holding the intention that the path be wide, be filled with compassionate understanding, creativity and love.

It may take a minute, but I think we’ll land on our feet.

Knowledge and truth save us from chaos: tempering them with compassion and tolerance makes us human. Without those things fanatics feed on fear and ignorance, the same way they did in Salem 300 years ago, the same way they did in the Holocaust, the same way they did before Martin Luther King, The examples are endless.

To Go Back Home

I wonder how long my thoughts will be mine, and not some errant cluster of numbers in a giant AI, or be lost somewhere where I am not allowed to think them. I wonder how long it will be until I no longer notice that I have thoughts, or that the things that I used to think are no longer even in my wheelhouse to think?

I woke up yesterday with an ache in my heart to go back to somewhere, but I couldn’t figure out where. It had the flavor of ‘home’, but that hasn’t been home for over 20+ years, so it couldn’t be that. And yet – I felt like a fish out of water all day, bereft and missing a somewhere. It wasn’t till late in the afternoon that I realized what it was.

‘Home’ was the world before cv, but even more, it was the world before water wasn’t good for you – when it was good to even drink it out of the garden hose on hot summer afternoons. When food was wholesome for you, where it came straight from the farmer to the store or out of your garden. When the ground wasn’t covered in dust particulates made of heavy metals and God knew what else. Where the grass was just grass without sprayed chemicals to make it pretty turning it into bad things for bare feet. Where fishing in a stream or pond meant you could eat what you caught without fear of the chemical pollution in the water and thusly in the fish, poisoning you. Where being with other people was a safe and happy thing, and where nature was your mother, not something distressed and angry. Back when humanity could be human. I am in mourning.

The last month or so, I have been deep in the rabbit hole of this cv nightmare, hunting the white papers, educating and reminding my self of my college cell biology, and listening to the atrocities that the Gates and Fauci’s of the world want to visit on the human race just because they have tons of money and hate most of us. I am totally blasted by those whose complete lack of humanity and total hubris would even think to perpetuate such crimes against humanity and all of the different offshoots done by petty tyrants that are being used to increase human suffering!

My soul hurts, and I want to go home.

I am done trying to out smart the crafty, the liars, fearing what I put in my body doing more harm than good. I am done with the medical establishment’s ‘Here take this pill and call me in the morning’. Take this, take that, and then you are going to need this because the side effects are worse than the cure. Damned OVER it. What most medicine does today is give a new coat of paint over a rusty body, while most of us need to clean the engine, shine up the chrome, maybe put new gaskets on the oil tank and rotors on the brakes.

So, before my ability to know myself is 5G’ed out of me, before I am condensed into a string of data bits out there, somewhere, before I loose my humanity and compassion, before the police state takes over completely…

The human race is so beautiful. We adapt, we change, we share our selves, even our very own body wisdom, when we are together. We have ‘herd’ immunity – one persons body overcomes a pathogen and we share it energetically and physically and get over it faster. The only times we haven’t are when we have changed the electric state of the world.

(side trip here)

In the 1700’s the world discovered electricity and declared it as a ‘property’ of life. In the 1860’s when we began electrifying the earth with the telegraph, we also discovered and named a disease called ‘anxiety disorder’. By 1889 we made the great discovery called alternating current available to the world and we also discovered influenza, diabetes, obesity and heart disease. With each new electrification of the world, we have also created new human diseases. You can practically map the appearance of each new disease with the appearance of a new way to use electricity.

We are electric beings living in an electric universe, on an electric planet which is a node in a planetary electric system. Our bodies are electric – think nerves as circuitry, and our souls are electric – they run our bodies. Even our cells are a dipolar electric unit having an exterior shell of two layers of negative charged fatty acid molecules with an interior of positive ions. There is even a good case to think, because we can’t seeeeeee electricity, but the earth is electric, that there are electric life forms who live here that we can’t see or discern that were probably here first and smarter than we are (think Orbs, EVO’s and UAP”s who may be built just like the cells of our body) who actually use electricity the way we use matter to build their part of this world. And, there are places here, on the earth, where the electric circuitry is slightly off and causes glitches in the matrix, like Skinwalker Ranch, to name only one of hundreds, where there is more of an interface with our side of the world just like the ion channels of the cell walls in our bodies that let bits and pieces in and out through the negatively charged exterior.

The electrification of this world by us was inevitable, because after all, we are electric in an electric world. One day this technology will unite the seen and unseen worlds. As usual, it is not the discovery and invention that is hurting us and the world, it’s the way it is being used that is so disastrous. I, for one, refuse to let it remove my humanity, my soul, the ability to hug my babies and my friends and to hell with the consequences – lest we all forget what it feels like to really be human, and to go back home.

Soul Awakener

My husband is back in the hospital for a colon issue. He spent the night consuming the glug that cleans your gut so they can scope him today. Last night I awoke in a dream, but was awake and watched as his dream body mechanically walked into the room, like he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to walk or float in his dream body. My mind in that halfway state sensed it was him and told him to get in bed and go to sleep – since I knew in that state he had come home for rest and solace. He wanted comfort, I extended it to him and he rolled into his side of the bed.

Then around 4:30 I had a dream that a dire wolf was sitting behind me with his head on my right shoulder. All I could feel was a deep solidarity and love, a steady presence at my shoulder. He was huge, gray and grizzled with great wisdom emanating from him. He kept inserting himself into my dream state until I realized that I was seeing the dream/soul body of my dog, Diesel. Then I did open my eyes and look, and my dog was sleeping at my back with his head at my heart chakra, where I always ‘feel’ entities if they are near. Then I really realized it was him. He knows it, he is intelligent and kept at it to make sure I could actually see him in my mind’s dreaming eye. All in all it was a beautiful dream night, even if it was busy.

Which, in that wonderful space between sleep and getting out of bed, I was struck with the thought of ‘What is so special about wearing a body?’ Learning about the consequences of 3D decisions? The impact of emotions, feelings? Are emotions an evolutionary step that many need to understand and evolve? Because, even our animals and plants have feelings. Or, is it the planet, this place, the overall vibe/frequency of here? Feelings always engender a choice, a new awareness that all who wear this frequency body must learn and choose?

The thought then followed that this place, this earth is an awakener where souls learn to open their eyes. The opportunity to take the next step exists here. Do you choose goodness, do you choose what this place teaches?

Some of us have other tasks too. One day walking my dog the certainty hit me that some people just need to hold the space, the pass-not barrier, the strong frequency of the vision for the future of this place and a barrier to things that will NOT be allowed, so the gift this place holds continues. So that the lesson of this planet – the evolution out of sleep and not knowing grows into knowing that love continues, because this planet IS love.

There are many who need to come here and learn – they wish to awaken themselves to the feeling of this awareness. This fits with the download I had in middle school when I realized this place was love and called to all who wished to learn it. We all, on this planet, hold love and its loss, therefore its value and the awareness of that nuance in our lives. This planet opens sleeping eyes to the knowing of love, and then we choose. We are all in a place where transformation can happen in a thought, the blink of an eye, from quiescence to full knowing.

This planet is a gift to all that exist in her vibratory field. Whether those that come here have the capacity to ‘feel’ love or not – all who come here, leave here changed.

This frequency intrinsically births the awareness within all those who get close to Gaia, of love, even if it waits thousands of time periods later to be realized, to bloom, the seed, the capacity to understand and feel it exists within the frequency of that soul forever. Once you have tasted this frequency you exist forever changed.

That is what calls to so many across universes and brings them here, to earth.

Mother Gaia, she, is the soul awakener.

To what purpose?

About Tuesday, I began waking up with a knowing that it was over. Whatever ‘it’ was. That everything was ok, and was going to be ok. Nothing in the outer world matched my feeling. The CV#’s had only begun to shift down and there was hype about everything, supplies, ventilators as killers, chipped vaccines, tests that gave you the ‘V’ and mandated testing, mass graves in New York, alien invasions: in fact, the theories had only gotten crazier, wilder and spun further out from reality.

I’m talking about the reality in front of your eyes, the one where you step outside and everything clicks back into focus. The swimmingly weird and wacky on line world in one second being decimated by the truth of the world before your eyes, the trees, the sun, the flowers and the hum of life. All it takes is to stand outside and inhale one breath and ‘BAM’ reality is there and you are immersed in the real truth. That is something that cannot be denied – maybe that is why they want us inside?

There is a ground swell of ppl who are beginning to understand how the fear-porn idea works and are waking up to how tired they are of being made to feel that the world is their enemy. There are a great many people who are beginning to feel gratitude for what is right under their noses, who are praying prayers of hope and gratitude for all the right reasons in their lives. There are a great many who are beginning to question what they are hearing in the news, question the political agenda behind this ‘plandemic’ and exactly what is being done to them – esp. after the 911 lesson.

In one way this seems like a numbers game to me – if just enough people could get together for a world meditation, if just enough people could wake up, if just enough people would believe in the CV, if just enough people would get angry enough at the current shenanigans, if just enough people would believe in the inflated CV numbers, on and on, ad nauseum.

Its like there is a tipping point in people banding together that is a magic bullet, that would sway things to one way or another, and everybody is out to grab as many souls in their camp as they can. A weighted numbers game… and its like it doesn’t matter what you say, so long as you can create group cohesion – tell the people what ever you need to, no matter how outrageous it is, just so you get them on your side and keep them by what ever tactics necessary.

There is strength in numbers. There always has been. Numbers have created nations. And a well known tactic has always been “Divide and Conquer”. Presidents have spoken:

During a speech before the United Nations in 1987, President Ronald Reagan spoke longingly for the world unity that would happen if aliens invaded Earth.

He said:

“Perhaps we need some outside universal threat to make us recognize this common bond. I occasionally think how quickly our differences worldwide would vanish if we were facing an alien threat from outside this world.”

http://www.msnbc.com/msnbc/flashback-reagans-vision-unifying

This ‘Plandemic”, however, has gone the other way in its effect on us – on purpose – IMO. Why? Well, that’s up to the analysts to figure out, because I have no idea, but we are divided more than ever now. Conversely my first instinct is to NOT be divided. To let your neighbor believe as they will, but realize we are all connected as we are all made of the elements of this earth, in it’s infinite variations of that life and we are all part of a web of glowing, pulsing energy so interconnected that no idea should be able to separate us – except by our choice – and then only mentally because what separates us are only ideas.

AND

We are being divided with purpose and aim and driven apart for a, or a multitude of reasons. We are being told to stay inside and not reconnect with nature because that totally dispels this divided feeling. My instinct is to ask why and go beyond ‘divide-and-conquer’/’strength-in-numbers’ thinking. It is almost like they wish to cleave us from the energetic bond we have with earth, pry us loose from the planetary connection and our sense of humanity.

To what purpose?

Paradise…

Coldplay

When she was just a girl she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of
Para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes

When she was just a girl she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach and the bullets catch in her teeth
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night she’ll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she’d fly

And dream of para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise

She’d dream of para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise

La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
And so lying underneath those stormy skies
She’d say, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I know the sun must set to rise”

This could be para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise

This could be para-para-paradise
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

This could be para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise

This could be para-para-paradise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh, oh

This could be para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise

This could be para-para-paradise
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Source: LyricFind

Everything Changes: an anthem of our times.

Everything Changes

Julian Lennon

Tired of this world, all the good that we do

Never seems to get through, it’s a shame

We’ve pleaded for change but the wars carry on

Whether you’re weak or strong, don’t you know?

I can change, you can change

Everything wrong with our lives

We can change all of our lives

Everything changes everyday

We’ve got to find a better way

And on our hearts we’ve got to pray

For something better than today, everything changes

Tired of the lies, all the people in pain

We all suffer the same without love

We can’t carry on with the hunger, disease

And the threat of you dropping the bomb

I can change, you can change

Everything wrong with our lives

We can change all of our lives

Everything changes everyday

We’ve got to find a better way

And on our hearts we’ve got to pray

For something better than today

Everything learned from history, can’t you see?

Life is meant to be you and me

Watching the sun go down

Turning your life around

Everything changes everyday

We’ve got to find a better way

And on our hearts we’ve got to pray

For something better than today

Everything changes

Everything changes

Dog Germs

I’ve wanted to write about ‘the virus’ for some time now. But what to say? I don’t know enough science to give you any information that can’t be found on line, and I’m so bad at math that the stats go over my head unless someone explains them to me. Since my husband’s liver transplant and his arrival Dec.26th at home we have had to use tight sanitary protocols, not sterile, but close. I’m already stocked up on hand sanitizer, TP, PTs, Clorox wipes, gloves, masks, you name it, we have it. We have had to avoid crowds, restaurants, movies and the like anyway. And just as our restrictions were opening up, BOOM! We are back to what for us has been the last three months.

Any woman will tell you she loves her husband, but being sequestered with an ornery man for that long will test the limits of anyone’s marriage and patience. I always heard the jokes about retirement and never really thought too much about them until now. Well, he retired and got sequestered all in one day… He took over the entire household. The TV in the family room connects to our kitchen in kind of a great room. I’m trying to cook and do nourishing energetically healthy things for him while the annoying sound track of TV programs like “Shameless” and live action cops of Alaska play loudly in the background of my daily life… When I had finally had enough, I bought JV ear buds. Those things saved his life. Really.  Gotta love amazon.

Anyway, the house used to run on such a glorious schedule, everything being done before he walked in from work, house cleaning and the like, grocery shopping, meal prepping, me writing my occasional article, listening to pod casts while I vacuumed and did laundry… it was calm, ordered and chugging right along.

Yeah, three months ago that all exploded. However we have learned to deal with each other, how to stay out of each other’s back pocket, how to be more than bickering children to each other when we were upset by giving the other some breathing space, you know, normal stuff that nobody practices in the world anymore because the world doesn’t give us any time to really be with each other. We are already in the groove. It took some work, but now it is worth it. I remember back in 70’s on weekends when it used to be this way at home with my parents, before cell phones and before computers. How quickly we have forgotten how to be with other people, even those we love. With things the way they currently are, we are getting a chance to remember how to do this again.

Including our dogs. Like taking a walk with your dog while not looking at your cell phone, paying attention to the world around you and experiencing it with your dog as you walk, having a quiet conversation with your dog… they do listen. They love mental pictures by the way, if you don’t believe me send a picture of a dog treat to your dog and be ready to give him that treat, just saying. And if you’re not too full of media, they will send you images with impulses to do stuff too…like feed them dinner.

And oh yeah, the only type of germ I couldn’t protect against when my husband came home were Dog Germs. He was immediately slobbered to death, 5 days after a liver transplant. They never left his side until he was out of his worst pain. They did as much towards healing him and making him feel better as I did, maybe even more because, Dog Love, Dog Germs and all.