tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128601208897222332024-03-05T16:08:58.811-05:00As the Crowe FliesA magical look into the madness of life.Penelope Crowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665590654663654428noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912860120889722233.post-50401849278810132022021-02-21T17:08:00.009-05:002021-02-21T17:27:55.063-05:00I am a writer PLANNER<p>Well, well--it's been a minute.</p><p>Yes, I have been writing. Yes, I have been busy.</p><p>I know some that follow me are writers--and I have a planner to keep all your wonderful ideas.</p><p>The I AM A WRITER PLANNER.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1TpePPbb-cxWVM1FcCk6qMSMyHbg4ZNEiIu7eH1LVRwPzemoFDTm2XRTz7knElU6qH2Vq6qo2mahO-qnGUxVcWBoaAPUIHRQlaZxSYhZhXY8XLIquyE4URUKKR9M_RJ62ThTlOoNGiI/s2048/mediamodifier_image+%252829%2529.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1TpePPbb-cxWVM1FcCk6qMSMyHbg4ZNEiIu7eH1LVRwPzemoFDTm2XRTz7knElU6qH2Vq6qo2mahO-qnGUxVcWBoaAPUIHRQlaZxSYhZhXY8XLIquyE4URUKKR9M_RJ62ThTlOoNGiI/w400-h266/mediamodifier_image+%252829%2529.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/951715772/i-am-a-writer-28-week-writers-planner?ref=shop_home_feat_1&frs=1">Click here to buy</a><br /></div><p><span style="font-family: times;">I kept writing ideas on receipts and napkins...no more.</span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: times; font-size: 16px;">After revisiting a downloaded writer's planner from 2018, my friend and writing partner Judy was pleased to see how focused she was and how much she accomplished. She realized she enjoyed the visual and the inspirational quotes in the planner. It was a sign.</span></p><p style="font-family: Cantarell; font-size: 17.6px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: 16px;">She also noticed there were areas on the preprinted planner that had nothing to do with writing, like house keeping tasks and health habits. She scratched them out and replaced them with her own writing-based versions.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="font-size: 16px;">She called me to see if I could customize a two-page planner spread that she could print out for the coming year. </span></span></p><p style="font-family: Cantarell; font-size: 17.6px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: white; font-size: 16px;">Of course I could do that.</span></span></p><p style="font-family: Cantarell; font-size: 17.6px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: 16px;">Within 24 hours, the idea evolved into a writing planner that we were both excited to use. Then we decided to bring it to the printer--because it was just too good to keep for ourselves.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="font-size: 16px;">We created this planner based solely on writing activity, after all, who wants to think about those dirty dishes in the sink or how many glasses of water you've consumed when you're spending time with your muse?</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="font-size: 16px;">How It Works for You</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="font-size: 16px;">*Use the Numbered Header Lines to list your top three writing focuses for the week.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="font-size: 16px;">*Use corresponding Numbered Boxes for your week's action steps based on writing focuses.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="font-size: 16px;">*Use Weekly Calendar for writing/submission deadlines, critique meetings, webinar conferences, etc.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="font-size: 16px;">*The Idea Catcher Page holds your new thoughts for titles, themes and story premises.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="font-size: 16px;">*Use Brainstorming Page to jot down all your amazing insights and inspirations.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="font-size: 16px;">*Record the dates and topics of the Brainstorming and Index Pages in the index.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px;" /><span style="font-size: 16px;">*Pleasing and uplifting visuals and weekly inspirational quotes.</span></span></p><p style="color: #606060; font-family: Cantarell; font-size: 17.6px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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We have a place to keep our writing information.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" /><span>Each book is shipped with star stickers to reward yourself when you finish a task. Larger butterfly stickers give you that dopamine hit and reward when you finish a larger project like a manuscript or submission.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: white; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Do any of you use planner? Journals? Or do you just wing it...let me know!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: white;"><span>It's nice to be back.<br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" /></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" /><span>110 pages. Spiral bound. Ahhhh...organization.</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; margin: 0px;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; margin: 0px;" /></span><br /></span></p>Penelope Crowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665590654663654428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912860120889722233.post-5094017666406989362015-09-30T20:11:00.000-04:002015-09-30T20:11:13.365-04:00POSSESSION<span style="font-size: large;">As the days get shorter many of our thoughts grow darker.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But what about the stories that are not so fun; the dark tales of the poor souls forever lost to the devil?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Possession, the ownership or command of something without regard for ownership, or domination by an evil spirit, has been commercialized by Hollywood and written about endlessly in books like <i>The Exorcist</i> and <i>The Exorcism of Emily Rose</i>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Both of these books are supposedly based on true stories, <i>The Exorcist</i> about a young boy named Roland Doe (actually a pseudonym given by the Catholic church) who tried to contact his dead mother through the Ouija board, and <i>The Exorcism of Emily Rose</i> based on the 67 exorcisms of a disturbed girl named Annaliese Michel. Thinking she was invaded by unclean spirits, Annaliese refused food and drink, fasting to cleanse her body from evil, and eventually succumbing to starvation and malnutrition.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There are other books out there too, like Malachi Martin's <i>Hostage to the Devil</i>, a terrifying and controversial look at several stories of possession, written from an eye-witness point of view. Martin was a theologian and former professor at the Vatican's Pontifical Biblical Institute. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Another book, <i>Glimpses of the Devil</i>, written by F. Scott Peck, a student and follower of Martin, and psychologist and author of the very popular book <i>The Road Less Traveled</i>, is about Peck's studies of evil, and his eventual witnessing of an exorcism.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These are not good bedtime stories, even for those who are not easily scared. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For those that believe in God and Jesus it is a call to arms against the prince of darkness, for if you believe in God and the Bible, you have to at least consider the idea of the devil and possession to be real. For the non-believer, it is said that it does not matter if you believe or not, the devil still exists.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">According to Gabriele Amorth, the Vatican exorcist and author of the book <i>An Exorcist Tells His Story</i>, Satan is very real and very busy these days. He claims that the number of exorcisms he performs increases yearly, and that he himself has released over 70,000 people from the clutches of demons, and even Lucifer himself. He said "the devil is not everywhere, but when he is present it is painful."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He also said, "The devil resides in the Vatican."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">According to Amorth, there are three official signs that are recognized by the Roman Catholic church as signs of possessions, and could manifest if an individual is possessed. The first is showing great strength, the next is speaking in languages once unknown, and the third is precognition, or knowing things the individual should not really know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He states that these are sometimes not present until the exorcism is taking place. Some other signs are changes in social behavior, like suddenly wanting no contact with others, supernatural abilities, sleep disturbances, violent behavior, the ability to speak in several voices at once, sacred aversions, or the inability to pray or enter church, confusion, amnesia, and hearing or seeing things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Many of these symptoms can also manifest during a psychotic episode, so care must be taken to not influence a potential patient into thinking he may be possessed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">According to Amorth there are four stages to demonic possession. The first is:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. Diabolical Infestation ~ this first stage is always brought on by an invitation. By making a conscious choice to ask the demonic into your world, <i>you</i> are in turn entering into the middle world, the world of the dead and the unknown. According to the bible, you are not supposed to be here, or seek to know these things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For example, the Ouija board is marketed by Parker Brothers as a game. It can be purchased at Toys R Us by a child. The mere act of deciding to make the purchase is a step in the wrong direction. Although you may say you are only looking for good spirits, you have no control of what may actually appear. If you send out word that you are having a party and put no limits on who is invited, you would have no idea at who may end up knocking on your door. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Another invitation could be the use of Tarot cards. Viewed by some as a Jungian interpretation of our inner selves, these card give a view of the future, the past, and show information we would otherwise not know. They are designed with beautiful pictures, and can be overlooked as a portal or door. Just because the door is painted in a beautiful color does not mean there is beauty behind it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Although infestation is considered the least troublesome of the steps to possession, there are some signs to watch for. A constant feeling of unease or of being watched may trouble you. You may start to see shapes or shadows move out of the corner of your eye, or feel like someone touched you lightly. Your sleep may be interrupted, many times at 3 am, since three is a mocking of the trinity. (Jesus was crucified at three in the afternoon, also. Another inversion.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Unease is the word here: as the sun goes down you will have a terrible feeling like something is about to happen, you will be afraid to look at your reflection in the mirror if the room is slightly dark, you may hear voices you can't understand, or while you are int the shower. To make a long story short, things seem sinister.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2. Demonic Oppression ~ If you have allowed the demons to win the first stage of the fight, you will enter the next phase. Although you are not possessed, you have allowed another level of evil to occur. The fight against evil occurs daily, and what we feel is "bad luck" or karma or the universe being "out to get us", may be demons, according to Amorth. As our psyches are becoming more and more broken, we feel defeated, and in turn stop caring. This phase, and the next phase, Demonic Possession, have been called boring by priests and psychologists, who have witnessed individuals as they become possessed. They are ill, exhausted, angry, and at a loss for what to do. (Boring because it is repetitive, the individual does not know how to help himself and just repeats the same mistakes and depressing actions over and over.) It is at this stage the person gives up, and grants the damning permission.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">3. Demonic Possession ~ The possessed person is many times unable to control his mind. He is invaded by intrusive thoughts that he cannot stop. He feels defeated and hopeless and almost welcomes the invasion. According to F. Scott Peck, most possessions occur in people that are very lonely, and feel something akin to peace when they accept a demon into their lives. They are lulled into thinking it will be some kind of dark companion. Father Amorth says that the possessed's eyes may appear white, either rolled up or down in the sockets, or the iris appearing milky. They may speak hatefully and act violently. They experience amnesiac periods where an always hateful entity takes over. After they rouse from these "fits" they seem normal and can work and live normally, with no memory of the episode.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If a person is perfectly possessed, they may show none of the above discussed malevolence. They are not repulsed by the holy, can go to church, and show no further signs of possession. The individual is now completely under control of evil and there is no will left of the victim's own. Salvation is unlikely. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If someone willingly becomes a satanist, practitioner of black magic, or demon worshiper, the first three stages of possession may not happen. The devil does not have to fight for what is given to him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have a bit of first-hand experience with possession. It did not happen to me, but to a dear friend. You can read about it <a href="http://penelopecrowe.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-you-believe-in-possession-true-story.html">HERE</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Father Amorth has stated that about 90% of possessions come from curses. More causes of possession are:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* Making a pact with the devil, demons, Satan, or Lucifer</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* Occult practices (Ouija, Tarot, divination, palm reading, seances, cult activity or esoteric practices, Freemasonry, or witchcraft)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* A sacrifice or offering (the worst being a parent offering a child to the devil)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* A curse or spell from a witch, black priest or priestess, or from a satanic cult.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If one member of a family is affected, it is a good idea for every member of the family to pray together, sprinkle holy water about the whole house, ask for protection, and read the bible together.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Placing crucifixes around the house and at entryways can help. The St. Benedict medal or cross can be worn to dispel evil, prevent possession, and dispel illness. It can even be worn by non-Catholics because Mary will supposedly bring conversion to those who wear it. The same is said of the the Brown Scapular devotion. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">All items mentioned here can be purchased <a href="http://www.catholiccompany.com/">HERE</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You cannot buy, trade, order or invest in blessed items. You need to order them as is, and have them blessed by a priest yourself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I heard a story about someone who was seeing shadows and shapes in their peripheral vision. Although not terrified, they were concerned. A friend told them to light a white candle and address it kindly and tell it to leave.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Catholic church would disagree with this. The devil is a liar, they say, and will deceive you. If you are truly bothered by what you consider to be the demonic, consult a priest. If you do not feel he believes you, they recommend you find someone else.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They may bless your house. Sometimes it may take a few times before you feel the darkness leave. </span><br />
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Saint Michael the Archangel, <br />defend us in battle.<br />Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.<br />May God rebuke him, we humbly pray;<br />and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, <br />by the Divine Power of God, <br />cast into hell Satan and all the evil spirits<br />who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I was a teenager one of my favorite things to do was drive around at night with my friends.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One night, while listening to Moonlight Drive by The Doors, someone in the car told a story as we drove over a small bridge. It was about a boy who drowned in the lake below.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The story says if you stop on the bridge at midnight on March 19th, the last full day of winter, and throw a penny in the water and make a wish, a milky eyed boy will float up from the depth and try and take the coin.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">xo</span>Penelope Crowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665590654663654428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912860120889722233.post-66881877392197552322015-05-06T11:56:00.001-04:002015-05-06T11:56:19.595-04:00A Deal With the Devil<span style="font-size: large;">I know someone who lost several family members and two pets over the last six months. The relatives were close--not the type who hide in Alaska and are not seen for years--but the near and dear who they spoke to and interacted with on a regular basis. In fact, they were favorites.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So a bargain was struck by the owner after the dog started to act sick. Please, they said, let us have the dog. You have taken a godmother, a grandmother, a great-grandmother--why do you need the beloved pet? She is young. Let her live. Let her live and things will be put on hold. In fact, it would be taken as a sign that maybe they would reconsider their atheism. They would even pray again. Let them have the dog! Fix her--fix her and let them keep her until she was older, with grey around her muzzle and she had a hard time walking--not because of an illness--but because she had genuinely been around the block enough times.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The career could be put on hold too--it could wait. They could even focus on church. Just give her a few more years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They closed their eyes peacefully that night because the vet called and told them that even though she had a stroke, her neurological symptoms were improving. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But the phone rang at 7:00 am, and middle of the night and early morning phone calls are rarely good news. This was no different.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The dog was worse, in fact she was worse off than any of the other dogs at the hospital--and now she was suffering. So now a choice had to be made.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But the point is there was no one listening. No prayers were answered, and it was the final straw. Desperate times make us do desperate things, and in this case the last-ditch prayers once again fell on deaf ears--or more likely just echoed on and on into space.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We are fools. We are raised to genuflect to an being that we never see. We are told to love someone who does not speak to us when we talk, or answer our heart-felt prayers. We are told to give up our earthly lives and through faith live for a spirit who instills separateness and judgement in a world that so much needs togetherness. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Penelope Crowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665590654663654428noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912860120889722233.post-83392730221428013942015-04-08T12:17:00.000-04:002015-04-08T12:17:37.990-04:00A Loss of Fear<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Growing up in a Russian orthodox household meant there was holy water in the cabinet, a prominent painting of the last supper in the dining room, and a somber picture of Jesus in my grandmother's bedroom that was supposed to be uplifting and calming, I'm sure, but never failed to freak me out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I also had a thing about eyes--if they weren't your basic blue or brown they also freaked me out. The thought of looking out the window at night to see a pair of glowing amber eyes was almost too much to bear, but that is another post: <a href="http://penelopecrowe.blogspot.com/2013/07/are-blue-eyed-people-psychic.html">Click here for more about EYES</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Needless to say everyone went to church on Sunday, but I protested too much after about the age of ten. My fussing got old and it wasn't worth it for the rest of the worshipers, and I got to stay home. I bounced back and forth from being a lukewarm believer, to an atheist.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Studying religions was my attempt at finding meaning, and I did learn quite a bit about Buddhism, Christianity, Taoism, and many more, but the only thing I truly gleaned from the endless studying was a bit of self-discovery.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I did not believe in the God of the bible.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yet, like so many, the things we learn when we are young are difficult to unlearn. I realized I was still afraid to "sin", so I would occasionally attempt another shot at church or bible study. My husband is Catholic, and I always ended up in the Catholic church by default. Although the masses always left me cold, for me it was deeper. There was some kind of disconnect, and after reading the bible, <i>really</i> reading, not listening to what someone else said about it, I knew I not only disbelieved in the god of the bible--I did not like the premise.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm not going to get into the whole thing here, but when I finally let it go, when I really allowed myself to not be afraid a giant holy ghost was going to strike me dead and send me to hell for saying the lords name in vain too many times, I lost my fears.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I no longer had the feeling that a malignant force was ready to get me, I was no longer worried that the devil had me in his sights and had dark and dismal plans for my soul, and I no longer believed some bigger force in general was the ruler of my destiny. And most of all, I was no longer afraid of <i>myself </i>for trying to worship a god who gave over his own son, for people he created, then destroyed, twice...but I digress.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A few nights ago I woke at 3 am. I checked the laundry downstairs and shut the lights off in the hall. I realized, ridiculously enough, that up until about a year ago this would have bothered me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Penelope Crowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665590654663654428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912860120889722233.post-74319782202281220142015-03-30T11:39:00.003-04:002015-03-30T20:13:37.936-04:00I Will NOT Apologize If YOU Think I Have ADHD--and Other Things I'm NOT Sorry About<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was talking with a friend the other day and realized she apologized endlessly during our conversation. She was sorry for being mad at someone, for laughing too loudly, for talking too much, and a few other things. I never mentioned any of these things as she spoke, and realized many people apologize for almost everything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I noticed this in her because I noticed it in myself several years ago. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I apologized if someone mentioned I spoke too slow, or too fast, or they clucked as I tried to carefully put my money away at the register, or WHATEVER. I felt bad if I told the truth, I felt bad if someone felt uncomfortable--even if it was not my fault. And I was not actually sorry--in fact I was kind of mad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I decided to stop apologizing for nonsense. Here is a list of things I am NO LONGER sorry for:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">~ Speaking like I have ADHD. My mind jumps topics, things remind me of other things, and sometimes what you think is a tangent is me explaining things that will eventually come together at the end. Not everyone is linear, and being creative lends itself to idea links. This is ME. Not sorry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">~ Sleeping late. I work at home, I am a writer and and illustator. Unlike many people I sometimes get a burst of energy late at night, and I have some very good ideas after the sun goes down. I am lucky enough to be able to stay up late and take advantage of the hours I keep because I do not have to get up with the birds. I am not lazy or depressed because I sleep til 9:30 am and sometimes work in my slippers for a while. Likewise--I do not think you are acting like you are six years old because you go to sleep at 9:30 pm. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">~ Being a picky eater. Nope--I do not want to try organ meats, raw foods, or anything with cucumbers. I have lived over 50 years and have tried most things at this point, and will not ruin a meal because someone wants me to be adventurous and try something new. I know what I like--you can order anything you please.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">~ Looking on the bright side. I regularly assume things will work out alright, because even if they don't there is sometimes nothing I can do, so I make the best of it. My attempt is realism with an optimistic bent. I almost said sorry if you don't like it--but I caught myself.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">~ Living a life I choose. I spent years making everyone happy. My career and life choices were put on the back burner as I helped everyone and put my own needs aside with a sigh. Now I am busy and happy and you may have to wait a bit. Took me long enough.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">~ Not being perfectly neat. I have walked into endless homes and have been astounded at the austerity or extreme neatness and organization skills the owner must have. Where is all the stuff? I don't understand how a place where someone lives can be so neat, and I spent years apologizing for having pens, pencils, books, papers and other art paraphernalia around. I like my stuff, and I don't want to put it away because someone walks through the door.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">~ Liking what I like. I like scary topics and being spooked, art, pencils, pens, birds, medical , the occult, and religious conversations. No longer sorry that I don't like sports or shopping.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">~ Not being good at small talk. I like intense friendships and talking until the sun comes up--but I am not great at social climbing. No interest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">~ And most of all I will no longer apologize for having an opinion that is different than someone else's. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In no way am I trying to say I am always right. If I hurt someone, or make someone wait, or feel someone truly needs an apology--I am all for it. I just wish we would all stop the needless apologizing over silly things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Apologizing because you think someone will be mad or because your opinion is different from theirs at you can lead to lowered self esteem, and possibly make you seem like you are weak or lack confidence. Don't apologize unless you are really trying to fix something. Save it for the real thing and use it when it's needed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So let's break the habit--I feel more genuine, and a bit stronger too since I have changed that habit. We need to stop being sorry for being ourselves.</span><br />
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Penelope Crowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665590654663654428noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912860120889722233.post-48012028581385819102015-03-24T23:46:00.000-04:002015-03-25T10:22:55.234-04:00Ten Reasons I Think God Does Not Exist--and If He Does He's Kind of a Dick<span style="font-size: large;">There are many obvious reasons to make me believe there is no God. For instance, all the suffering in the world. And ANY incurable or painful disease that children get--that one right there is enough to make me feel IF there is an all-knowing, perfect being somewhere and he is allowing those things to happen--he's a jerk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My claims are not the opposite in agreement with the theory of Russell's teapot, and there is nothing scientific here. And I agree with Richard Dawkins when he states science has no way of "establishing the existence or non-existence of a god, therefore the believer and disbeliever deserve equal respect."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But I have a list of ten things that are enough to tip me in one direction over the other--no science involved. Here they are:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. The fact that everything that is even remotely good for you tastes incredibly bad. AND the better for you it is, the worse it tastes. Kale! Superfood! Super GROSS food.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2. The best way to get Vitamin D is from the sun! If we don't have enough of the sunshine vitamin terrible things happen--osteoporosis, depression, heart disease. But sitting in the sun is the best way to get skin cancer. Terrific.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">3. If you are a woman you can pretty much bank on having at LEAST one bad week out of every month if you are between the ages of 13 and 50. Which leads to:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">4. Pregnancy and childbirth--feeling sick for nine straight months, then going into labor--the worst pain you will probably ever feel in your life, then getting NO sleep for the next two years. The privileges of being a woman.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">5. You finally reach the age where you get that week back every month, and you are too tired to care.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">6. The most wonderful tasting and feeling things are addictive and terrible for us. Sugar, cigarettes, alcohol, coffee, soda, candy--sigh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">7. You can do everything right--eat the gross, healthy foods, exercise, meditate, get enough sleep--and end up with cancer or have a heart attack. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">8. Sex feels awesome--until you try to prevent pregnancy. Then it becomes inconvenient, less pleasurable, sticky and gooey, or interrupted. Another very pleasant thing with far too many strings attached.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">9. We wait for months for the winter months to pass--then the minute spring arrives and the weather is beautiful allergy season begins.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">10. Juuuust when we start to accept ourselves and enjoy life--we die.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So this is just scratching the surface--and yes it's a bit of a bitch-fest--but really--if you are up there guy--stop being such an asshole. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am not going to quote all the contradictions in the bible or preach about how God destroyed his own creations--twice--you can look that up if you like.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just wanted to get this off my chest. :) </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Penelope Crowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665590654663654428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912860120889722233.post-50946092173058821692015-03-13T15:54:00.001-04:002015-03-17T23:20:31.330-04:00Hey Karma, You're Slacking Off<span style="font-size: large;">We've all heard the saying "karma is a bitch".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have to say that I don't think karma is doing a very good job at being a bitch lately. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I know people that have been doing nothing but good for others for years, and are having nothing but problems. On the other side of the coin, there are so many jerks out there getting nothing but a free ride while they take advantage of everyone and everything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Come on karma, what's the deal?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Have you gotten soft in your old age? Or have you become somewhat of a hippy, and taken a more live and let live stance on things?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well, I think you need to step up to the plate. If you see a virtual Mother Theresa helping the poor or healing the sick--DO SOMETHING! Let that person win the lottery--not JLo's mother who won over 2 million dollars in Atlantic City.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Really karma, you're being a dick. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The <i>God helps those who help themselves</i> thing is not working anymore. It seems you can help yourself and everyone that you know, and the first thing that will happen to you will be BAD. The saying <i>No good deed goes unpunished </i>seems to be more par for the course these days.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yeah, yeah, Bernie Madoff got busted and thrown in jail and he was a bad guy, but I feel about him what they say about spiders, if you see one there are at least 100 in the same house that you <i>can't </i>see. He just happened to trick someone in a higher position than himself. The zillions of small-time shysters are getting away with things every minute, and because they are smaller and nobody important is getting shysted, they just keep on flying under the radar. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The world needs help, and karma is not helping anymore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://youtu.be/D09FXtpMUew">THIS is how karma should work--CLICK HERE.</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I liked the good old days when you did something good and you felt there was something <i>bigger</i> on your side. Now I feel like no one is watching to make sure you do the right thing--and if they are, they are getting some kind of evil kick out of watching us struggle.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So come on karma, honestly. We meant bitch in the best way possible.</span><br />
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Penelope Crowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665590654663654428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912860120889722233.post-22636539130870922692015-02-22T23:20:00.001-05:002015-02-22T23:20:46.197-05:00The Sanpaku Fortune Telling Superstition--Is It Based In Science?<span style="font-size: large;">According to a well-known Japanese term, sanpaku, which literally means "three whites", if, when looking directly ahead, white is visible above or below the pupil of the eye, a severe physical or emotional/mental imbalance is present.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">According to George Ohsawa, the lower iris of a healthy newborn rests below the lower eyelid, "like a rising sun", and the eye will have two white areas on either side of the iris. (From the book <i>You Are All Sanpaku</i>). Supposedly, as a person becomes ill or approaches death, whether he is very young or very old, a third portion of white will show in the eye, either above or below the pupil. This condition is called sanpaku.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">One eye can be sanpaku, and this indicates an imbalance somewhere in the body--possibly emotional stress or mild illness. Both eyes can indicate a higher level of stress. If the white area appears below the eye it is considered yin sanpaku. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It appears in drug addicts, those who are stressed and fatigued, and those who consume excess sugar and carbohydrates. It is said that the yin sanpaku an unwittingly place themselves in dangerous or threatening situations. They say the yin sanpaku can be at the mercy of the outside world, and there is something out to get you. Beware! Some famous people with yin sanpaku are Robert Pattinson, John F.Kennedy, Michael Jackson and Marilyn Monroe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Another type of sanpaku reveals a yang situation, and the white or sclera appears above the pupil of the eye. Although this situation is not very common, it is very important because it reveals a potentially dangerous or violent person. Unlike the yin sapaku, this situation indicates a danger from withing the person, who is capable of harming others or himself. These people may have a hard time controlling their inner feeling, are can be capable of bad things, according to Japanese readings. Yang states come from ingesting too much meat, salt and hard cheese, and from taking part in violent situations.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is said that Charles Manson has yang sanpaku, but I have never seen a picture of him where his eyes were not opened extremely wide where he looked sanpaku. The wife of Newt Gingrich, Callista, has the closest I can find to a true yang sanpaku eye.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A sanpaku state is a useful indicator of a situation that needs to be helped. A macrobiotic diet, relaxation techniques like meditation and yoga, and simply removing yourself from a negative situation are all good ways to start to remedy sanpaku eyes, and to help adjust yourself to a more healthy way of life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Western world is full of stress--work, money, time constraints. Even young children are prone to sanpaku states. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As she drags you to her closet by the arm you laugh, but hope you don't see anything. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She points and you look. You are ready to tell her she is being a baby...but there it is. Just a bit beyond the bottom of her hanging clothes...you reach out to move them aside and there he is...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A boy--a boy with big, light blue eyes. And he's smiling. Does he have fangs?? He's glowing...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your stomach falls to the floor and your heart stops because this is not your imagination. His over sized eyes are staring, unblinking, right into yours.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your sister has her face buried in your back, and she quietly asks if you can see him...and you quietly answer back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And you both scream. You scream because the nightmare came true, and you can't unsee those eyes...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But as you move your hand away from the clothes, you see the boy is no longer glowing. He is just a faint outline behind the shoes. So you peek in again, and reach past the sneakers and clogs and grab for the face, and pull out a Fangoria magazine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You and your sister laugh and feel relief and disappointed at the same time. For a moment, the supernatural was REAL. All those things you were told were make-believe were honest to goodness, genuinely TRUE. But at least you did not have to worry about a vampire.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Night after night I would lie in my bed, sleepless, and wonder and worry about the things kids worry about. Boys, clothes, school, etc. I would look at the closets in my bedroom, and wonder if my sister was asleep. The wood grains formed shapes: a bird, the profile of a thin woman, a bear, and the face of a werewolf. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If the closets were closed, all was well, but if I was forgetful and left my door opened a bit, I would see the man with the hat.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He was tall and thin, and I could never see his face. Somehow I knew he was looking at me. His hat was an odd mixture of fedora and bowler. He never moved, and he would be there as I fell asleep. He was partly benign and partly menacing, and I would almost forget about him by morning...until I saw him again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After several visits, I told my sister, and her eyes got big and filled with tears that never fell. She had seen the man with the hat too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Recently, I was reading a story about the black eyed children, and something seemed familiar. At the end of the article, it said some are unlucky enough to be visited by the children, and many others have seen a shadowy man with a hat.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was floored. I thought this was a personal terror that was only shared by my sister and me. I have not told her that others have seen our man with the hat--and I'm wondering how she will feel when she reads this blog. I think I may have been visited by the black eyed children too, but that story is for another post. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">These photos were all taken by me and seem to have manifested something paranormal in each.</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">This image was taken from an Edward Gorey book that I got for Christmas from a friend. When I was a child the image frightened me, so I planned to tell the friend of my childhood fear. The image in the book is black and white--my image is NOT. Now the picture scares me even more.</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><span style="font-size: medium;">None of my images are enhanced, highlighted, altered or changed in ANY way except to crop for size.</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">This image was taking while driving home in the fog during the winter. Notice the woman-shaped figure in the tree trunk.</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><span style="font-size: medium;">The next image was taken on Gallows Hill Road in Cranford, New Jersey. I aimed my iPhone toward the spot that used to contain a gallows, and is purportedly one of the most haunted locations in NJ. When I took the shot, I accidentally took two pictures, the first one contained this green, demonic face, and the second showed nothing. Please tell me what YOU see.</span><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Penelope Crowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665590654663654428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912860120889722233.post-47817760747171499472014-12-02T13:12:00.002-05:002014-12-02T18:16:00.970-05:00An Open Mind <span style="font-size: large;">I am a member of a few conspiracy theory groups, some anti-religion pages, and numerous science pages on Facebook and elsewhere. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Although many of the thoughts and insights are interesting, I find myself a skeptic of the skeptics. The idea that the sun is a hexagon-shaped mechanical heat source fueled by planes and other rocket-like craft may be a bit too much for me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But I keep an open mind. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Is the <i>entire </i>paradigm we have been taught false? Is religion a way to keep us living in fear and a way to create a non-questioning society? What about demons and devils, or even God? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I asked myself if science was a light in the dark--the only measurable truth we have. But even science is a zoo of theories, many of which have been refuted and proven wrong time and time again. Yes--there are facts I, along with the rest of the world, believed to be true. But even our idea of a finite universe has been challenged, and our string theory and the idea of an expanding universe is becoming more mainstream.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We collect data and formulate theories as best we can with the information we have, but there are certain things that cannot be measured or compared. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Personal, internal experiences at this point in time can be described and our blood pressure, temperature, and other responses can be kept track of, but the actual experience of the individual can only be described in words. It is <i>their</i> reality, and we have no way to tell if the situation has been repeated exactly, or interpreted differently by each individual.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So to make a long story short, we know some stuff--but there is plenty of other stuff we have <i>no</i> idea about yet. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We seek answers and applaud those who find the answers that are apropos for the time--but we need to keep our minds opened forever, and never stop learning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Facts do not need to be completely refuted to change--an element can be added or subtracted to a fact to completely change it, while maintaining its original idea.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yes, there are atoms--but we know they are not the tiniest thing any more. The God particle? We'll find it and on it's coattails we will glimpse the Eternity Orb. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Keep your mind open--you never know what will walk in.</span>Penelope Crowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665590654663654428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912860120889722233.post-89605612117542168522014-10-23T21:40:00.000-04:002016-08-03T11:15:54.164-04:00COFFIN HOP 2014<span style="font-size: large;">Welcome to the 2014 Coffin Hop!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My Coffin Hop challenge this year will test your mind reading capabilities. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I will choose a series of FOUR letters from the alphabet and focus the energy of the letters on the crystal ball in front of the mind reading gypsy. Please use your psychic powers and see if you can tell what letters have been chosen, and put your answer in the comments below. (The four letters do NOT form a word and were chosen yesterday and sent to Axel, the Big Daddy of the Hop, to keep everyone honest.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">At the end of the hop, the person who has the best psychic abilities will win GHOST WRITER ~ a miniature, leather-bound book about a tiny ghosts who faces the same problems as we the living have here on earth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ghost Writer has issues with grammar, syntax, punctuation, and has a pile of rejection letters as long as your arm. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have an aunt who loves angels. She believes we have guardian angels, and that there are other holy beings that protect us from the bad guys, getting into accidents, or just straying off the good path. I know many who feel the same way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the bible is says that God made angels one at a time, and they cannot die. Even if we are super good here one earth, we would never become angels. The number of angels never increases or decreases. Some say there are at least as many angels as there have been people who existed on the earth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I asked one of my friends who wholeheartedly believes in angels what she thought they looked like. She told me that angels look exactly like we see them in pictures; beautiful, typically clothed in white, with wings and if not a halo, a very holy countenance or glow. She also described a female entity.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Another friend, a born-again Christian, believes they are huge. Not seven or eight feet tall, she means bigger than your house. She said they are fearsome creatures, wielding swords of fire...and these gargantuan beings look like humans--really big ones.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I think if I asked 100 people in the United States what they believed about angels I would most likely hear 100 different answers. It got me thinking--do we think angels have blonde hair? Blue eyes? Are they ginormous sword-wielding super spirits? Or do we imagine angels look like US?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I took a poll in a spiritual group I belong to and asked what they thought angels looked like. All the respondents here gave different answers--some said angels were spirit, and did not have a body we could see, others said some angels looks one way, and others another way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I imagine that our personal visions of these divine beings make us feel comfortable and safe. We lie down in the snow and recreate the lovely wings and heavenly skirts we imagine them to have. They grace the highest points of our Christmas trees, and we make holiday cookies with wings and halos. We envision them playing saintly music on their tiny harps, and protecting us from evil with their shiny Swords of God.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the bible, Daniel saw angel with polished-metal arms and legs, and a face like lightning. Christian text says since angels are not human but spirit, they are not visible to us at all. When anyone did see an angel in biblical days, they fell down and covered their faces in awe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But if we are talking about the angels from the bible we are a bit off track. First of all, most of the angels there do NOT have wings. As a matter of fact, most of the angels described sound a bit more like something from a sci-fi movie than a heavenly book. For example, seraphim, the highest ranked of the angels, have six wings according to Isaiah, two to cover his face, two to cover his feet, and the other two for flying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cherubs, or cherubim, those cute little Valentine flyers, have four faces, a man, an ox, a lion, and an eagle. NOT cute. The thrones are even creepier, described as a wheel within a wheel, their rims covered with hundreds of eyes. The dominions are described as the human-looking angels with feathery wings--not so bad. Nephilim are a whole different story because they are giants who supposedly resulted from the unscrupulous affairs between angels and humans.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The word angel comes from a Greek word, <i>aggelos</i>, and the Hebrew word <i>mal'ak. </i>Both words mean messenger.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A CBS News poll reported that nearly 8 in 10 American people believe in angels. Women are more likely than men to believe in angels, and 4 out of 10 people who do not attend religious services of any kind still believe in angels.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But not every angel is a good-guy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is a faction of angels that went to the dark side and followed Lucifer, the fallen angel who dared to challenge God. We call them demons.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is a supposed fight going on in the invisible world between good and evil, a fight between the good and bad angels. Although hard to understand why this would be allowed to rage on, the bad angels or demons are supposed to serve some type of purpose in the eyes of God, and when they have completed what needs to be done, God will put an end to it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ooohhh I want to believe I have a guardian angel! A benign and beautiful being floating around, always on the alert, and keeping me from harms way. Doreen Virtue says we can talk to angels any time we want--and they will listen and help us because that is their job. But we have to know how. We need to be specific, and truly ask for what we want. Well, it's worth a shot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Now here is a seeming exception to one of the angel rules; Metatron. Ancestor of Noah. Enoch was transformed into an angel and named Metatron. I know, I know--angels are made by God one at a time and NOT from humans...sigh. Don't blame me--I'm just passing along information. You'll have to take it up with someone <i>higher up</i> than me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I love spring when life is stirring. Of course summer thrills me as the suns warms me for a while. But we are coming to that time of year where the invisible bones of my dead relatives walk through my yard, and the darkness that resides in us all peeks from the creaking closet door of our childhood nightmares.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oh, Halloween, my October love. Your brittle embrace allows us a small glimpse of death before our time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As I sit on my front porch at dusk and watch the sky turn from orange to purple, I wonder why so many of us are moonstruck in the fall. Some of us feel the familiar pull, the same kiss we read about that turns mortal into beast; and with the waning moon, back into a human being. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is more than our memories of trick or treating in the dark, crunchy leaves blowing at our feet, and the crooked smiles of glowing Jack o'lanterns grinning in a slightly sinister way. It is something more primitive, an ancient stirring we feel calling to us, but we don't know how to answer. It confuses us because it is delightful and wicked, but makes us feel very, very good. It is related to death, but we don't know how to celebrate death here in the United States.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We mourn our dead. We have somber ceremonies because a loved one has passed. But we don't celebrate what they were or the spirits they are now, happily haunting us for the rest of our lives. We wish their spirits would stay with us and never leave. We would not fear them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Whether it be a simple memory or flash of movement out of the corner of our eyes, our private ghosts are precious. Far too few of us admit a belief in the otherworldly, but October thins the veil between our world and theirs, and the lovely creature-under-the-bed feeling we all experience in the fall is nothing but a temporary stroll between two worlds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We don't realize it, but we have a foot in each of these worlds. We spend much of our time being rational and logical, states that can be overrated and over valued. But our beloved science is a study of humility, discoveries and revelations constantly being overridden and facts found to be false. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Knowing when the phone is going to ring, saying the same thing at the same time as a close friend, and a flash of insight about the right thing to do are all tiny windows of our intuitive side, the B side of logic and rationale. Some say children and animals have a natural connection to the great beyond because no one has talked them out of believing, or told them they it is all their imagination. Maybe they trust everyone because they are being guided by the invisible hands of the dearly departed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The sun sets earlier now, and we are exposed to the dark for longer periods each day. We think differently at night and fear different things. Our belief in the supernatural blooms during these long-shadow days, and we prickle with a faint knowing we don't understand. Why does it feel so good to decorate our homes with trappings of the dead for Halloween? Death is so sad, after all. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Is this our secret way of celebrating death? Of allowing our intuition to embrace the knowing we have deep in our hearts that our loved ones have simply moved to a different location?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In Mexico and other countries they celebrate Dia de Muertos, an official holiday that honors the dead with sugar skulls, favorite foods of the deceased, and visits to the graveyard. Ghosts walk freely among the living during this three-day event, and friends and relatives do not feel so alone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We Americans would <i>never </i>admit to celebrating death in such a way. But we will:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* decorate our houses with skulls, monsters, bats, and Jack o'lanterns on Halloween</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* get dressed up as Dracula, a mummy, zombie, or any number of undead creatures and go to a party</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* call psychics, astrologists, and tarot card readers to hear about our future or contact a dead relative or loved one</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* attend a seance for messages from the grave</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* watch shows like Ghost Hunters for clues and signs of spirits</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The difference is we will do it in the name of FUN. We don't take any of these things seriously, right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe we should.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe that sigh we heard from the kitchen was <i>not</i> the dishwasher again, and maybe the flickering light in the laundry room was <i>not </i>a loose wire. That perfume...isn't that what Gramma used to wear?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe our minds are naturally more open during this spiced cider time of the year, when we are a bit more in tune with the other side, and the thoughts we have might be more than a little influenced by those we had known and had to bid farewell.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I call for a Death Day of our own here in the United States to celebrate the lives of our lost parents, children, grandparents, friends, family, and pets. They deserve more of a place in our lives than just a picture on the mantle. October 30th sounds good to me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So keep a cup of tea close at hand and don't be so quick to cover your eyes when you feel a shiver of fear. You never know who is close by.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I was in junior high my best friend asked me to sleep over her house one Saturday night. I was excited because it meant snacks in her bright pink room while we watched her tiny television until 2am.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There was one caveat--she wanted me to go to church with her in the morning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was 13 and had already decided in my middle school, know-it-all fashion that church was not for me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had my doubts from the beginning. I did not believe for one minute the story my grandmother told me that thunder was god and the angels bowling. (I had the real, scientific scoop from my dad who told me that the raindrops fell from the sky because they did not get along and the clouds rubbed together and created sparks that became lightning.) Nor did </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I believe it when she told me when I had the creeps it was probably the devil at my left shoulder and that I should stomp firmly on the ground and yell GO AWAY DEVIL.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was also a bit traumatized from one memorable Sunday when I was six and I went to our Russian orthodox church. My mother decided that I, like all the other parishioners, should and get up from the pew, kiss the cross, and get a piece of holy bread to eat from the priest. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was fine until I looked up at the life-sized crucifix with a bloodied and tortured Jesus nailed to its center. His thorny crown stabbed his head causing punctures I could see from my seat and filled his upward turned eyes with blood. That was IT for me. I would NOT be eating holy bread, and I certainly was not kissing anything is this hall of tortures.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After running from the church into the hot July sun, my mother explained to me that I would not have to kiss THAT cross, but the one the priest was holding. I didn't care. I wanted nothing to do with the otherwise beautiful church, even if my mom told me it was the right thing to do on Sundays.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That evening I asked her why there was a statue of a dying, almost naked man in our church. She explained the story of Jesus to me. I didn't like it. Then I asked her why we had to die. She told me "so we can meet Jesus in heaven." </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nope. I didn't even want to see him in church anymore, and I surely didn't want to spend eternity with him. I got very upset and told her I did not want to die. Not at ALL. She said god was our father. Now I was frantic. Who was the man who lived with us all these years!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I began to cry. She asked, "don't you want to meet Jesus one day?" "NO!" I cried, and continued to cry for about 45 minutes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"OK, what??" I sniffed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"You don't have to die," she said.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And that was all I had to hear. She did not make me go to church anymore, and she tried to make me say my prayers for a while--but I was having none of it. AND I got the good end of the deal. No dying for me. Part of me is still convinced I am immortal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So fast-forward a few years and there I was, faced with a major choice. Popcorn, cookies, and covert TV til all hours sounded awesome. BUT--I had to go to CHURCH. I had put all this behind me years ago. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">I told my friend of my dilemma. She said, "first of all--there is NO bloody Jesus at our church and no cross-kissing. Second--it only lasts about a half hour."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I figured I could put up with this obviously more civilized version of worship for 30 minutes. I slept over and we had a great night--we talked and talked and didn't even need to watch TV. Totally worth the church visit in the am, I told myself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But what they didn't tell me was this church had their OWN version of holy bread. I watched as the rows and rows of people walked to the front to take their wafer and a sip from a gold cup.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"What are we eating and drinking?" I asked.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"The blood and body of Christ," said my friend's brother.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Twilight Zone. The room got hot and I felt like running out the doors again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My friend told me it was just wine and a wafer--but my Post Traumatic Church Disorder was kicking in full-force, and before I knew it I was standing in front of the priest with my mouth hanging opened like a carp.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"The body of Christ," said the priest, and I stood there blinking like a fool.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nope again. I do NOT want to eat a piece of Christ.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After 20 or so uncomfortable seconds of silence, the priest told me I should not be there, and I should leave. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have been to church several times since without bursting into flames. My wedding, my son's Christening, and several funerals went off without a hitch. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But I still cant quite shake the feeling that something is going to happen every time I walk through the doors...or that I will get my Eternal Life Free Pass revoked.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So for now at least, I will stay away, and keep my immortal status.</span>Penelope Crowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665590654663654428noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912860120889722233.post-24225425145597099482014-06-19T17:49:00.000-04:002014-06-19T18:34:07.601-04:00I Have Issues with the Bible<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">My issues with the bible started when I was about 15 years old. I had a friend who was very ill, and many people told me that if I prayed, it would surely help. Indeed, there were prayers for the sick in the bible, and I diligently said them many times a day. Needless to say, my friend's condition worsened and she eventually passed away. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The bible ended up in shreds, and I became an instant atheist.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A few years after that I became acquainted with a born again Christian who suggested that I read the whole bible instead of being in a bad place about my friend's passing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have an open mind if I have anything, and I certainly liked the idea of giving God and the bible another shot. I had a funny, positive feeling about her suggestion. I felt I would read this book and have many revelations (no pun intended). </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And I did--but not the kind I thought I would have.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Instead of learning that God is a loving and kind being that the priest told me about when my mom could still get me to go to church on Sunday, I read that God is pretty vengeful and tricky.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For instance, he created man in his image, and gave him free will and the ability to choose. He also gave him original sin, although I do not understand why. So then he didn't like what his creations were doing--and destroyed them all! What? God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah because he did not like what the people in the city had become? The bible said its inhabitants were "depraved". So instead of helping and fixing things (he was right there waiting!) he "rained down sulfur from the heavens." And he had already done this once before with Noah--not with sulfur, but with a terrible and all encompassing flood. Hmmm....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Deuteronomy has plenty of He-Man Woman Haters Club quotes that not only make me angry, but make me feel I want nothing to do with the Christian religion. (I AM Christian, Russian Orthodox to be exact, but do not practice).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Deuteronomy 22:13-21 states that<i> if a woman is not a virgin on her wedding night she must be executed</i>. (No mention of men here...)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Deuteronomy 22:28-29 tells us that <i>a virgin who is raped must marry her rapist.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Deuteronomy 25:11-12 warns that<i> if a woman stands up for her husband in a fight by grabbing the other man's genitals then her hand shall be cut off and no pity shall be shown to her</i>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What the hell?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">God could not have said these things...could he?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And speaking of God saying things, why is it he was talking up a storm back then, but we hear nothing but a resounding echo of our own voices when we talk to him now?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Remember when you were in school and kids got picked on by bullies? The bullies said they would beat you up after school, or tell you to do something mean to another unsuspecting victim or else they would beat YOU up. Awful kids. Well, remember what God said to Abraham? He told him to take his only son Isaac and kill him. Abraham was ready to do it. Suddenly God said nope--it was just a test. I would not care if I were offered eternal life, a home in heaven, feathery wings and a solid gold halo--if someone or something told me to kill my only son I would cordially invite him to go fuck himself. I don't see much difference between this God and the bullies in school. Here is a chart that supposedly explains what God meant: </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Why do I need a chart to explain this? Why does Jesus speak in such confusing language? In Mark, Jesus says he speaks in parables to confuse people so they will go to hell :) Again--what?? When Jesus was asked why he spoke in parables, he told his disciples they would be shown the mysteries of heaven--but not the others. So basically you had to believe BEFORE you were shown any of the truth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Again--I would not hang around with this person in school and would not want him as a friend--why would I want to consider him my heavenly "father".</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Old Testament, you say? True. But the new says in Matthew 5:17:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I also don't care for the fact that we are told we can't do anything without Jesus--and we are nothing without him. That is very much contradictory to what I want my son to know. He should know that you have the power inside to run your own lives, and the decisions you make are what will shape you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And why did Jesus need to kill a fig tree? A fig tree that he was mad at for not bearing fruit--even though it was not fig season...ah...he did it to show how much God hated figs, because he wanted figs and could not find any. This sounds like a petulant three year old who is told they can't have a lollipop.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Of course there is the part that says "true" Christians can <i>cast out devils, speak in tongues, take up serpents, drink poisons without harm, and cure the sick by touching them</i>. Nope. Just not true. Another radical Christian lost his life this past February after handling poisonous snakes and refusing medical treatment after he was bitten.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yes, I know people go to church and feel Christianity and the bible show them the "good and proper" way to live, and I have nooo problem with that, if you are actually using it to be a better person. If you are a believer who condemns others, looks down on certain lifestyles, judges anyone who is not a believer in Jesus, or harms others because of your beliefs, then maybe you should find a better way to be a "good" person.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">To sum things up, the bible is too contradictory to make any sense as a guidebook for my life. There are too many cruelties and atrocities and I would rather not follow a guide who condones that mindset.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Although I can't prove there is NOT a God, the book that tells me that I must believe in one or I will forever burn in a fiery pit of hell is not the kind of book for me.</span>Penelope Crowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665590654663654428noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912860120889722233.post-14599401519073837882014-02-13T15:25:00.003-05:002014-02-13T16:22:18.492-05:00The Anti-Valentine Post<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and I'm not sure I like it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Everyone knows relationships are not easy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The beginning is lovely: hot, blurry, and fast, with not a whole lot to worry about.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Reality sets in relatively quickly, some moving into a comfortable and safe haven of support and familiarity. Some follow a different path.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some fall out of synch--the passion they once felt passes and they realize they have nothing in common. Others need a change of pace, or haven't found the "one". Unfortunately there are those that cheat, and aren't up front enough to inform the partner the relationship is done. Whatever the case may be, breaking up is hard to do...most of the time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Of course there are clear-cut situations where the relationship should end, but what about those cases where you are not quite sure what to do? Maybe you don't really talk that much anymore, maybe you have grown apart, maybe you are too comfortable in the situation and ending it just seems like too much of a big deal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Many self-help books tell us that we deserve to find a relationship that will fulfill us and satisfy our every need. But the older I get the more I wonder if this exists. Is there really such thing as a relationship that keeps its spark? Where the partners are passionately in love--after 20, 30--50 years?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Match.com and eHarmony have become a popular way to meet a mate, or at least find someone to date. They ask us questions and allow us a window into the lives of potential new friends. Do you like sports? Reading? Pina coladas?</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;">Although I DO think it is a good method to find someone with similar interests, and I know many people who found partners through these services, I'm not sure they really get to the heart of who we are. I have different interpretations of the answers to these questions that translate into scenarios that occur later in the relationship. For instance: </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* I love sport turns into--I will not be available most weekends during football season (in other words, 27 weeks of you include probowl, preseason and the Superbowl--more than half a year). Then there is baseball season, from April through October--well--you get the picture.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* Loves children--seems to be a potentially scary way to covertly say clock is ticking--wants kids...maybe ASAP.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* Loves books--many long, quiet nights ahead--in the house.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* Free-spirited--this is a big one that could mean they don't have a job, or they don't shave (male or female), or they are disorganized. Don't look for a spotless house. (I speak from experience with this one...)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">* Loves cats--well--I like them too, but not enough to announce it to the world. Potential cat person. You will only be fed AFTER Pooky, Dusty, String Bean, Kim Kat-dashian, DeeDee, Marshmallow, Daryl Dixon and Jelly Bean.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Any of these are fine if you know what you are getting yourself into--I just think sometimes the meanings are lost in translation. But back to relationships...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I see many relationships that sort of fade into a vanilla ice cream kind of happy--not bad--but could use some sprinkles or chips. Maybe that is all we can ask for--someone to be there, laugh with, and maybe even understand us a little. I personally do NOT think the Prince Charming scenario exists, but at this time in my life I even wonder if anyone truly stays in love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My last post asked for volunteers for a Reiki experiment. The brave souls who accepted the challenge ranged from 30 years old to almost 60 and were all female, including the one Bernese mountain dog. I am related to two of the volunteers, and very close to another. Several of the others I do not know. All names have been changed to protect the innocent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you read my last two blog posts, you know that the experiment started because I received Reiki when feeling under the weather. After the session I felt terrific. The practitioner and I were in the same room, and the session lasted a little under an hour. Although I have been certified in Reiki for years, I never used it, but the session made me reconsider. I looked up Reiki on the web, and pulled out my old information to refresh my memory. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My brief searches showed me information on energy, homeopathy, water memory, and ultimately the work of Dr. Masaru Emoto and his mystical work that brings science and spirit together in his book The Hidden Messages in Water...but more on that later. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Reiki in my experiment was done remotely, using a power symbol that acts as a bridge between the practitioner and receiver. I won't show you the symbol because as a practitioner I was instructed to keep the Reiki power symbols private as asked by Usui many years ago. The first volunteer, Pearl, allowed me to do Reiki three separate times. The first time I did not tell her what time I would be sending, and she asked ME about the time, and was accurate. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">(<em><span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">Hey!
Did you try some Reiki on me last night some time between 10 and 10:30?)</span></span></em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">Actually--I had.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I asked her if she felt anything, and this is what she told me:<em> Some point in that time frame(in bed trying to fall asleep)...
All of a sudden I was surrounded by green (healing) energy. It was just there. When I do my own version of healing work I have to put some effort into it so I knew it wasn't me. It was a different shade of green--it was super neat! </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This was very exciting to me! It seemed to be working, and she asked me to do it again the next night--here is what she told me: <em> <span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">Ok. This was a little different from last night.
First I felt warm. Not uncomfortably so, just like the sun had come out and I was lying in a sun beam.
Then I felt(?saw?) a half cylinder of white energy descend over me. As it came down I could see bands of green and dark blue(indigo?) and blue green ripple through it.
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<span style="font-size: large;"><em><span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">The cylinder "landed" and everything washed out green for a bit.
Then some dark blue/indigo/purple washed down over my head.
Next everything washed out to white and I felt like I was hearing some one say "peace" several times.
As that faded, I thought about you and how grateful I am to have you as my cousin and I got a burst of yellow.
I had been lying on the couch...when I got up I felt motivated? rejuvenated? I guess able to take the energy that had been getting channeled into stress and redirect it into productive things.
Whatever the colors mean, this works for me!
Thank you!!</span></span></em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">I was of course excited about this, but I wanted to remain skeptical because there were many others in the experiment that could say not a thing occurred. This was one person, and we are related and could have some type of connection that allowed this type of thing to happen more easily. Pearl and I ended up chatting for a while as I told her what my impressions were as I sent the Reiki to her. There were several places on her body that seemed to need help, so I told her. Yes--she confirmed--the places I had mentioned were troubling her. It seems the Byosen* scanning that happens during a Reiki session helped me see the areas that needed help. We talked more and I sent more Reiki later that week to a meeting with her son's school that she would normally feel very uncomfortable about. She said not only did the meeting run smoothly, but the participants listened to her and seemed to have open minds. She was surprised and again I was happy. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Participant number two was Diamond the Bernese mountain dog. She had extensive surgery on her leg the day before, and seemed to be in pain, was shaking, and could not find a comfortable position to rest. Her owner was concerned because she had the surgery on the other back leg two years before and had a very hard time. I sent Reiki and her owner called back almost immediately and said she stopped shaking, walked in a circle and promptly fell asleep. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Next on my list was Silver. I spoke with her earlier in the day and was told she felt awful and doubted anything would help. She told me: I<em>'m just beginning to show the earliest signs of menopause and sometimes feel like I'm going to start my period but it's not happening...like my body is struggling to do so.</em> I loved having her in the experiment because she would have no problem telling me if not a single thing happened. I gave each person, including her, ten minutes worth of Reiki. When I called her she said she felt much better, and told me at 1:25 her period came--almost exactly in the middle of the session. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Another interesting thing happened as I was "beaming" her Reiki, I felt like I wanted to turn around, and send the Reiki in another direction. I also wanted to cover my eyes with the back of my hands while sending.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Silver also said I could continue my experiment, and send Reiki at random times and see if anything changed or felt different. One of the sessions had her feeling antsy the next day, and very restless--feeling like maybe it was a purge. The next day she felt fine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Another volunteer was Goldy. She was out while I was sending. When I asked her how she felt she told me:<em> <span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">You know, I actually do feel really good. Went to the chiropractor today (actually just got back), and I was like bouncing...and told her that I have no pain at all...! I think it worked!! LOL We're doing 2 week appt's now instead of weekly...so thank you!!! </span></span></em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">I wish I had more people to continue this experiment. I felt this would help me either debunk the idea of Reiki, or give me more insight into it. It has done even more. It has made me believe that energy and intention can truly affect us, and that we need to change the way we are thinking.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span data-measureme="1"><span class="null">Dr. Emoto, who wrote the book I mentioned briefly earlier in the blog, also feels the same way. His amazing experiments show how thoughts and intentions have a direct impact on something as simple as water. He labeled a jar of water with the words LOVE and GRATITUDE and another with YOU FOOL. When this water was frozen, crystals formed and he took pictures of them with a microscope. The crystals that formed from the LOVE jar were beautiful, NO crystals formed at all from the YOU FOOL jar. In another experiment the water exposed to the phrase YOU MAKE ME SICK formed no crystals, and looked very similar to a man holding a gun. </span></span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-size: large;">Of course there was some pain, but oddly enough I needed no medication through the whole weekend until the appointment on Monday. I did not take any antibiotics, but I DID get Reiki several times during the weekend.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I love to think that we can send energy or prayers to loved ones when they are in pain and make them feel better and help--but I can't help but have a healthy dose of doubt whenever I think about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So I want to do an experiment. I would like to have some volunteers to either think of something and try and transmit it to me, or I can think of something and transmit it to you--though "energy". Another thing that can be done is you can tell me what part of your body is in pain or uncomfortable and I can send Reiki long distance, since it is taught that you can send it miles and miles away with the same effects, (I am a certified practitioner) and see if any relief is felt.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am not trying to see if I have any psychic abilities, I would like to see if we can cause energy to move with our minds. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">At 1:30PM EST today 1-17-14 I will be sending Reiki to anyone who interested in taking part in the experiment. Please leave your name below to join in and a comment if you like--I will be very interested to know what you experience, if anything. Thanks ahead of time for your participation!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'm excited! I'm looking forward to the images I receive from you!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">P.S. I heard that cigarettes, caffeine, fluoride, GMO foods, and being around negative people can squash our abilities to use our own psychic energy. Good luck avoiding those--and stay away from those psychic vampires!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Art has been a big part of my life since I was very young. I loved Paul Klee as a child because he drew a big lovely cat with a little tiny bird that I could copy. I loved the Disney cartoons and going to Disney World to see the art being created before my eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lately I have been practicing my art quite a bit because I will be doing storyboards. This style of drawing is unfamiliar to me. It is like the art in comic books. Much of my art is more freestyle and I have been self-taught for the most part. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">From practicing this new style I realized that I am not excellent at perspective, and have been taking classes with Bob Budiansky of Transformer fame, and another comic artist named Daniel Rosa to help me with my weaknesses. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">To say the least, these guys are amazing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Daniel recommended a book to me called <em>Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain. </em>I had my doubts about this book because it seemed like many other art books I had seen...here do these lessons and copy this picture and you will get better at drawing. But this one is different. The lessons, at least in the beginning, are focused on helping the artist to wake up and use the right hemisphere of the brain. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The left side of our brain, once considered the dominant and more important side, is the verbal, analytical, logical and linear side...and can get in the way of the intuitive, holistic and nonverbal right side when drawing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The book tells us there are ways to <em>shift </em>from left brain thinking to right brain. The first way told us to draw a picture upside-down. To be exact, to look at a picture that is upside-down, and to recreate it starting at the top of the page, which would actually be the bottom of the image. Here is the picture from the book; a drawing by Picasso of Igor Stravinsky:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Another method to induce the shift is to draw with your left hand. I am slightly ambidextrous so I had a bit of an advantage with this one:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The final shift-inducer was to draw a picture of your hand without ever looking at the paper. The urge to peek is almost overwhelming at times...your left brain is trying to straighten things out. Here is my hand drawn on a taped down piece of paper...and I did NOT peek.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These lessons are taught to help us improve our art and to draw with more ease and freedom. Then just when you can feel that shift happening on its own when you draw, you need to in corporate that linear left side back in for perspective. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you do any of the lessons please feel free to post them or send them to me, I'd love to see them!</span>Penelope Crowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665590654663654428noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912860120889722233.post-87677250196822886572013-10-31T13:22:00.000-04:002016-08-03T11:19:14.754-04:00Evil Experiments~Tea Magic<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tea is on of the most popular drinks in the world. Over three billion people drink tea every day. There are flavors to please almost everyone. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Earl Grey, a lovely black tea with bergamot, Chamomile, a delicate, green flavored tea which helps us relax, Cinnamon Sunset, a hot, sweet, and spicy tea tastes a bit like Dentyne gum and needs no sugar because it is made with sweet cloves, and hundreds and thousands of others.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tea is delightful with breakfast, tea time in the afternoon, or to calm you down before bed. With lemon and honey it makes our sore throats feel better. Choosing the perfect cup is almost as fun as drinking the tea!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Some believe that certain teas can help us see into the future, or help another fall in love. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tea leaf reading, or tasseography, has been practiced since medieval times as a form of divination. <br />
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Cups have been designed to make it easier for the reader to decipher the signs left by the leaves.<br />
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There are two schools of thought when it comes to reading the leaves; using the traditional symbols passed down from generations, or use intuition. For example, if the reader sees an S shape at the bottom of the cup, this could be read as misfortune if using traditional symbols, but the reader might not feel a negative at all, and interpret the S as something completely different. <br />
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Set up a lovely area for yourself, and turn off anything electric, cell phones, TV, etc. Say a prayer of protection of doing a reading for someone else. <br />
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Reading the leaves is very simple. First, the tea is brewed, preferably in the traditional method with a pot and loose tea. If only tea in bags is available, the tea can be make by breaking the bag into a cup, or making a regular cup of tea and then breaking the bag and adding a pinch or two to the cup. Use a light colored, sloping cup. Use a tea that has a special meaning to you, or one whose scent has a spiritual meaning. <br />
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Before the tea is sipped, there are a few things to look for in the cup according to Serena, who has been reading tea leaves for generations. <br />
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Then the tea is enjoyed. This is an important part of the ritual because you calm down and your thoughts are not erratic. While sipping, three questions can be thought of if there is no specific purpose for the reading. Leave a small amount of liquid at the bottom, and swirl the remains three times clockwise. Now pour the liquid into the saucer, and look at the leaves left on the bottom of the cup. Some say if there are only a few leaves that your life is orderly and planned. <br />
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Some say it means you are not living your life to the fullest. If there are many leaves you are busy, hurried, but fulfilled. Some say it could mean you are doing too many things, and should slow down.<br />
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<li>The handle of the cup is known as the "domain" and images near the handle are images related to home life and family. The further from the handle an image is the more "outside" the omen. Symbols opposite the handle relate to work or strangers, somewhere in between might relate to non-immediate family or "a friend of a friend." Images to the RIGHT of the handle indicate something coming TO the querent while images to the LEFT of the handle represent things coming FROM the domain.</li>
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Now you can begin looking for symbols. Apples, spiders, candles, and more have traditional meanings, but going with your intuition is always a great idea when reading the leaves. <br />
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Look here for a complete list of symbols and their meanings. <a href="http://www.readingtealeaves.info/asymbols.html">http://www.readingtealeaves.info/asymbols.html</a><br />
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Reading can also be done with coffee grinds or the sediment left over from wine. <br />
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Here is my reading: There were some drops of tea left of the bottom after I drained the cup. <br />
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These are known as "tears" and mean I will probably experience sorry. Or maybe it means I already did! I also noticed the leaves on the right near the handle looked like a cat, and on the top away from the handle is a little flag. On the bottom there is a dancing person and smiling kid or face. OK let's see...Oooo!! The flag is danger from wounds inflicted by an enemy! Great. And yikes! Since it the left of the handle it is FROM me!! The cat...difficulties caused by treachery!! WTH!! And it is close to the handle so it comes from home. Finally! The smiling face is pleasure and love and the little dancing figure means a pleasant omen of coming pleasure and gratification, good news, happiness in love and friendship; it also means that you will receive an unexpected invitation.<br />
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I hope you will read tea leaves today and tell me what happens, or tell me if you ever had your fortune told. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I was in my late teens I read a book called Jonathan Livingston Seagull. Being 19, I remember hating the book, but I became interesting in energy and perseverance and manifestation.<br />
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I meditated a little and used certain energy practices to help with my school work and blossoming career. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I also tried an experiment back then: I thought of something I wanted to manifest. I though of this thing many times a day and consciously focused on this item. It was a blue feather.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I don't remember why I chose the blue feather or if it held any special meaning back then. <br />
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I just remember the intense focus. I could see the feather as clear as a bell--the details of the soft downy sides and the Tiffany blue color.<br />
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Although I should have focused on something I needed or wanted, the blue feather probably seemed slightly magical and unusual. <br />
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By the end of the day I probably thought of that feather 100 times. I was very disappointed--no signs of a blue feather. <br />
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I went to sleep and woke the next morning to the sound of the paper being delivered on the front porch. Reaching down to get it I noticed a small blue feather on the concrete next to the welcome mat. I picked up the feather and stared at it for a good long time. I kept it in my jewelry box for years. It unfortunately vanished about the time I moved into my new home.<br />
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Was this a coincidence? Probably. Or maybe not... I can't discount anything anymore. It could be one of those situations where you start thinking of something, for instance a white Acura because you are thinking of buying one, and for the next week the only car you notice is a white Acura.<br />
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I may have seen that blue feather the day before on the porch and made the experiment work in reverse...but there is no way I'll ever know. SO I am going to do it again starting now: I am going to think of something but I want YOU to tell me what to think of. I will choose from your suggestions and think of that thing for 24 hours and then see what happens. I hope you will try the Manifestation Experiment too. Then tell me what happens.<br /><br />
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</span>Penelope Crowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17665590654663654428noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-912860120889722233.post-41986161398628404002013-10-27T15:25:00.001-04:002016-08-03T11:19:55.785-04:00Coffin Hop Day 4~~TELEKINESIS <br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Welcome to Day 4 of the COFFIN HOP!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Stephen King movie Carrie is about a girl who discovers that she had telekinetic powers, but her mother thinks it is the work of the devil. Telekinesis, along with telepathy, psychokinetic abilities, the ability to levitate, and good old-fashioned mind reading are powers we all wish we could acquire. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Always buzzed about, but never quite legit, we think these abilities would help us, but we can't be sure. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There have been many studies to try and test mind reading and the other powers, but the results are vague to say the least.<br />
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It seems that some DO have supernatural abilities, but they are not something we can control...or are they?<br />
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Today we will do the Telekinetic Trial, and see if any of us have the ability to use our minds to move light. <br />
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What you will need today is a candle or a flashlight. Place the candle or flashlight on a table with the beam either shining toward the ceiling or straight across the table.<br />
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Let the candle or flashlight glow for about 30 seconds to make sure there is no breeze to upset the flame, and ensure the battery is not dying in the flashlight. Now for the next 30 seconds focus all of your thoughts and energy into changing the flame or beam. Make it move or make it brighter or dimmer. <br />
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If you are really feeling powerful, try and make it turn off or blow out. I did this experiment during the day, and even though I was in a dark room the feel was different from doing it at night. I will add the evening results tonight after dark. Another version of this involves a pendulum, or even a necklace with a heavy medallion. Hold the necklace by the end of the chain, letting the medallion hang motionlessly over a table or flat surface. Ask it a question that you know the answer to, like, "<br />
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</em>Be patient, because in a few moments the pendulum will begin to swing in a specific direction...east to west, north to south, in a circle, or anywhere in between. If you know the answer to the question you asked is YES, you now know the pendulum will move in the same direction each time the answer to one of your questions is YES. Ask questions for NO, MAYBE, NEVER, or anything else you would like to add.<br />
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For some reason people have more luck with the pendulum than the candle or flashlight, but I would love to know what happens during your experiment.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Welcome to Day 3 of the COFFIN HOP!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Evil Experiments will continue today with a quest for Weakening the Veil.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We hear that there is a thin shield that keeps the otherworldly at a slight distance from us. We are told that certain things help us see beyond this film, and even allow us glimpses.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Alcohol, meditation, séances, tarot cards, or any other form of divination allows what is over <em>there, </em>to come over <em>here. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Orbs are supposedly an indicator of some type of activity from beyond. They appear in pictures and in videos that we take. <br />
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Some explain them as dust or other physical particulates, but others think they are unexplainable. I have seen them as almost imperceptible glowing dots, and I have seen them as big as an entire photo. <br />
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Since we are told orbs are indicators of activity from behind the veil, and meditation can weaken the veil, I took photos in a dark room before and after meditation. You can also do this before and after you have a few glasses of wine...or do the Ouija Board but I would not recommend that...<br />
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Again--I don't like what happened. The before pic looks like me in a dark room...<br />
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