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Posted on Nov 23rd, 2007
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martha
martha
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for November 23, 2007:
Been reading some people's replies to this one. Little Voice in Head saying, "Oh, these replies are better than what I would think of." Where does THAT come from? Good gravy. Actually Mike made really good gravy yesterday, and we ate it all. It's gone now, but we still have left over mashed potatos and turkey. What to do?
My father died when I was 18, but he stayed around a lot after that. He had to. I kept getting into perilous situations, and he kept coming back to give me advice. I couldn't figure out who was giving me this advice for the longest time. Finally, about 25 years later, when I figured "maybe it's Dad," it made sense. He comes and goes. He did a total number on my kids before they got here. He wasn't much into art during his life, but later he somehow became convinced that art is the most important thing that we can be doing in the world. He wants to inspire people to do art all over the world. I didn't learn this until my kids were maybe 9 and 10. I went to visit a friend of mine who is a psychic healer. We got together to play with her ferrets. She decided to do a reading for me on the spot. Told me some info from my father, including the part about the art. This explained a great deal to me--particularly why first my daughter, when she was two, and then later my son, when he was two, did exactly the same thing. One night I'm putting the one or the other of them to bed, and there they are, little toddlers in their jammies. And alone in their bedroom with me, they turn to me and with a very serious tone say, "I'm going to be an artist when I grow up." Well, what are you going to do? Of course, someone at Zaadz might actually believe my story, but most people would point out that a two-year old is neither experientially nor linguistically prepared to make this kind of announcement. But yet, it happened. And while they were growing up they constantly wanted (toys and) art supplies. And they begged: PLEASE PLEASE send us to an Arts school! And so, we did. We made sure they got this.
But what I'm trying to say is that all of this is because of some learning my father went through after he finished his life here. I know that sounds very strange, but I do believe it with all my heart. And do I still have a relationship with my father? Sure. I'm sure that if there were something important, that he would be there. I'm sure he loves me, and I love him. That's how it goes.
The picture up there is one of Max's.
My father died when I was 18, but he stayed around a lot after that. He had to. I kept getting into perilous situations, and he kept coming back to give me advice. I couldn't figure out who was giving me this advice for the longest time. Finally, about 25 years later, when I figured "maybe it's Dad," it made sense. He comes and goes. He did a total number on my kids before they got here. He wasn't much into art during his life, but later he somehow became convinced that art is the most important thing that we can be doing in the world. He wants to inspire people to do art all over the world. I didn't learn this until my kids were maybe 9 and 10. I went to visit a friend of mine who is a psychic healer. We got together to play with her ferrets. She decided to do a reading for me on the spot. Told me some info from my father, including the part about the art. This explained a great deal to me--particularly why first my daughter, when she was two, and then later my son, when he was two, did exactly the same thing. One night I'm putting the one or the other of them to bed, and there they are, little toddlers in their jammies. And alone in their bedroom with me, they turn to me and with a very serious tone say, "I'm going to be an artist when I grow up." Well, what are you going to do? Of course, someone at Zaadz might actually believe my story, but most people would point out that a two-year old is neither experientially nor linguistically prepared to make this kind of announcement. But yet, it happened. And while they were growing up they constantly wanted (toys and) art supplies. And they begged: PLEASE PLEASE send us to an Arts school! And so, we did. We made sure they got this.
But what I'm trying to say is that all of this is because of some learning my father went through after he finished his life here. I know that sounds very strange, but I do believe it with all my heart. And do I still have a relationship with my father? Sure. I'm sure that if there were something important, that he would be there. I'm sure he loves me, and I love him. That's how it goes.
The picture up there is one of Max's.
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That drawing/painting is awesome!!!
I love how the spirals turn into the elephant's trunk!
And you know I feel you on this one…as my Father's Spirit plays hide-and-seek through the children of the family =)
They say and do things in his very particular manner. ;-)
Cool, Martha! My dad's spirit comes to visit me from time to time - often I smell bacon and eggs frying (his favorite) :)
You're lucky. As for your leftover mashed potatoes…make some patties out of them. Pre heat a fry pan with a generous amount of butter. Place patties down and season with salt, pepper, paprika, garlic etc. After the one side has fried to a golden color…flip and then place your favorite cheese on the other side. I sometimes cover the pan with a lid to make sure the chesse melts into the potato. My kids love them…and they made a nice side for a ham steak and some steamed veggie.
Maze, in my family we make mashed potato patties (which I absolutely adore) and put turkey and gravy over them but I had never thought to do cheese! I running to the kitchen right now, thanks!!!!
Martha, a vivid and wonderful story and the perfect illustration of what I like to call full inter-dimensional living.
You have made the most of having access to more than one dimension of your being, just, apparently, as your father and your kids did.
I have had a few similar experiences. One even involved meeting my husband and myself from another dimension of being'ness. I only wish everyone could experience, freely, easily and openly this marvelous gift!
How firtunate your children are to have you for a guide!
PS: I love those fried mashed pototoe patties too…yum!
at the age of two, my daughter would tell you “I *am* an artist” when people asked her if she was going to be an artist or wanted to be an artist when she grows up. Most people greatly underestimate the mental capacity of children, so sad…
and my Dad is having a grand time haunting people since he passed away! LOL
Always an extreme pleasure to read your blogs…..missed them….Aley
Oops! I've been out of town all day, and had no idea that there would be seven people who would be kind or interested enough to viist this blog. Oh my. Please forgive me. I'm going to go ahead and respond, but it would have been better to check my computer off and on throughout the day, as I usually do…
First, Resurrected1 goes right to a theme–the tentacles thing. For some reason, both kids draw things with tentacles. We were just talking about that yesterday. There is no “octopus history” or anything like that to draw on, it's just something they do, and probably has some profound meaning, if we could only know it. Also, thanks for pointing out that there are so many ways to catch the echos of each other through the generations.
Maze: Muchas gracias por the recipe. I will have to try that. :)
And Spritely–I'll try the “add turkey” option sometime too, when we've got gravy.
Semilla Besada (kissed seed??) You've changed your name! Oh now I'm thinking, thinking, somebody's mom or some –there were two beings, and they came from your mind to teach you or help you— anyway. Sorry I don't remember. But definitely I WISH you would blog about meeting yourself and your husband from another dimension. That would be an AMAZING thing to think about!
friendstacy, Yes! in many ways children have much more capacity than the culture believes that they do! (I definitely remember having some pretty weird capacities as a two-year old! and yes, I remember waaaaay back far to when I didn't reference my own age, but knew my size in realtion to my crib, but that's another story!).
Aley! Glad you made it to a computer! Always glad to hear your sweet voice!
I wonder if the 'tentacles' aren't their way of illustrating the energetic cords we all send out, the ones that connect us to those in our lives….I mean, they are there and kids see things most adults don't.
My daughter surprised me when she was in college by telling me that she had turned down a date with a guy because he had “this yukky grey energy all around him.” I had, until then, no idea she saw auras…she thought everyone did! LOL
I wonder if the 'tentacles' aren't their way of illustrating the energetic cords we all send out, the ones that connect us to those in our lives….I mean, they are there and kids see things most adults don't.
My daughter surprised me when she was in college by telling me that she had turned down a date with a guy because he had “this yukky grey energy all around him.” I had, until then, no idea she saw auras…she thought everyone did! LOL
you mean everyone doesn't see them? I always figured everyone could, just most people choose not to pay it any attention…. LOL
Miss Semilla Besada, that's exactly what I was thinking too…
That this is the way the kids are interpreting the energy fibers and what-not.
Just like way back when…when the religious paintings all had halos…which is the Aura…but that's the way they saw them ;-)
Good stuff! I like bringing this all out into the open to be more acceptable and understandable to everyone ;-)
To my knowledge, I have only seen two auras (and these in the past couple years), they were very distinct and glowing white all around the people, it was really awesome. I wish I could see more…I usually feel things.
It's interesting…just walking around in everyday life I don't see auras but let me shift gears, into hands-on mode, and I can see all kinds of things!
Like, when I need it, it's there.
That is such an interesting thought that the three of you are talking about, that perhaps we all “see” auras, but our brain “constructs an interpretation” of them differently, depending on things like our culture, and what our conscious mind might feel safe perceiving and so forth. I had never thought about it that way. Thank you so much for that original thought! :) –well, it was a new one for me, anyway.
SpriteTiny, I'm with you that I didn't “start” to “see” auras until I was older. I wanted to see them pretty bad. I'd heard about them when I was in college from some of my more adventurous friends. Then one day I was on a bus in LA, and I looked out the window. There was a sweet old lady on the sidewalk, and she was walking by some vato–you know, a guy who looked “vaguely gang related, somewhat dangerous, and probably untrustworthy.” EXCEPT!!!! Around the old lady, there was an orange–kinda dark-orangish color of energy, and around the vato-guy there was this exquisite white and violet radiance of energy! Amazing! :)
From mashed potatoes with no gravy to auras…. all in one place :-)
My grandfather passed in early 1972 but has been around off and on ever since. Two of my three sons have so much resemblance to his sweet nature, too. I used to pay attention when one of my children was quite young to how she reacted to various people. Even as an infant, if she had a strong reaction, I noticed and gave the eye to see what was going on. She hasn't spoken to me in a dozen years. I wonder if she still allows herself to see what she has the gift to see.
Hi everyone…..
I used leftover potatos to make fish cakes…..
jt
Ah Gini! I do wish that there would be contact between you and your sweet daughter. I'm putting positive energy out there for it. I guess people go through what they find needful to go through. Letting people make their own choices is tough!
I love that story Martha. I feel my father sometimes and I think he might visit me in other people. Especially older men with white hair and a mustache with rosy cheeks, a huge smile and laugh that shakes. I will have to listen for advice though. I love that story. One time this friend of mine told me that her daughter who was like 3 at the time, turned to her and said. “I am you father's mother” how is that for a little creepy. love, jen
THAT is a totally great story! I've got one that isn't quite so good, but interesting. Max was four and in his car seat. He was looking at his hands and arms. Casually and authoritatively he announced, “I used to be darker.” :)
My daughter pulled much the same thing, telling me at age three that she used to be my mommy! (She still tries to be!)
On that other note - the shadow child - my son lives not far from me but I see him only at the occasional family gathering that he deems to come to. Those gatherings are few and far between and, needless to say, I suppose, there's little opportunity for any meaningful conversation. My suspicion is that he uses these gatherings to connect as much as he can stand to. He knows I love him, I've never been shy about expressing that but he's told me outright that he can't bear my positive outlook on life…so I figure he loves me back, and is just afraid to get too close.
I've grown to love him even more, seeing him as a reflection of the child I was (at 23!) when I bore him. And, even though it may seem to someone on the outside as though we don't have a relationship at all, we do. Ethereal as it is, we do. And I treaasure both him and our long-distance relationship.
Oh wow…more fantastic experiences!
I have another one…when I was pregnant with my son, I was thinking seriously about naming him Simon (being that Simon helped Jesus carry the cross)…I never told anyone this…and when he was about 4 or 5…he turned and asked me one day, “Why didn't you name me Simon?”
LOL, LOL, LOL ;-)
Aaaah children =)
Wow! These are AMAZING stories!!! Thank you for sharing these thoughts and making this a safe place to bring this aspect of reality out and nearer to consciousness. Today I was thinking about the times that I've “known” things and received advice from the other side, but ignored these clear directions because the pulse of the physical now is so urgent. It seems to me if we can talk about the kind of knowing we have from spirit more, it can become more “real” to us, and then maybe I could pay more attention to it and be mroe aware of it at the time it happens!
A lot of that knowingness you're talking about, Martha, comes not from Spirit, (though some of it certainly does), but from your body! In-tuition literally refers to the intelligence inside you…and much of that is in the very cells of your body.
It's been proven (scientifically, although that's never really mattered to me, it matters to some), that the body knows what you are going to do and is preparing for it, before you do. So who's really in charge?
Those feelings that you get, like, “I'm going to take this road today,” and a horrible accident happens on the road you don't take…that's your body speaking to you. And it's very difficult, unless you've been raised to specifically listen to it - and most of us are taught exactly the opposite - to hear its small and very rapid voice.
How many people say, “Darn, I was going to do ________,” or the ever present, “I should have gone with my first thought.” Yes, you should have. That was your body talking to you!
Too many people, I think, want to chalk incredible knowingness up to Spirit. Our bodies deserve a lot of the credit! They are, after all, working hand in hand with Spirit so that we can be here. They know way more than we think we do!
It wouldn't let me edit!
What I was going to re-do was to say that it's not so much “the puse of the physical” that distracts most people, it's their minds!
We think we're pretty smart but we've got nothing on our bodies (and certainly not on our Spirits).
That is a very interesting new thought to me. I hadn't thought about the body knowing that much. I do know that various aspects of personality, memories and information are stored holographically in the body. This is shown through the experiences of organ transplant recipients who have gotten new impulses, preferences, ideas and desires that they never had–only to find them an exact match for the personality and preferences of the donor!