Winter~Christmas~Love

Share your love with everyone. Hold no malice. Smiles are the Starlight of Humanity!

I’m ready to flirt with the cold, the crowds, the traffic and maintain my sanity! I am succeeding! What do these things matter when there are REAL discomforts on our planet. Put yourself in harder/poorer/health inflicted/lesser situations and understand the flow. Each of us can make a difference. We don’t have to make the grandest gestures. Even a helping a child laden stranger put their coat on is priceless.

Do the best things because they helps someone other than yourself. Appreciate everything in this life. If you believe in a Great Spirit, you know this life is but a stepping stone in your Human growth. Memories carry on through eternity. They are the musical score to our Infinity.  Accompany them with Love and Celebrate!

Reach for Heaven and feel it fill you with Light and Greatness!

Sedona AZ Love

I love and miss Sedona, AZ.

One of the reasons I moved to Sedona was its proclaimed vortexes and energy portals. In 1987 I had gone with Larry to a Dick Sutphen seminar after meditating to his tapes for several years. We both fell in love with Sedona and looked for real estate after the seminar. We actually put in a contract for a beautiful lot that sat at the edge of a hill top and looked toward all of Sedona with Bell Rock in the distance, in a gated community. After returning to Maryland and discussing the purchase with our accountant, we discovered we’d get no tax advantage for undeveloped land and so we called our agent back in Sedona and arranged to return and look at homes that we could rent until we ‘retired’ there. With only 3 days to look, we decided on the little Spanish adobe home that already had a nurse renting (great tenant at that time), and that we ended up moving into in 1991.

I jumped right in to every thing psychic, hypnotic, UFO, energy healing I could find. Made friends with a Psychic ( who actually ended up on the Psychic Network) , a Body Healer who used sound and touch and crystals, and a Chiropractor who used acupuncture and electromagnetic energy and your body to learn where you needed treatment, then you got The Works. Oh was that all fun and cool! I also went into the camp of ‘Gabriel of Sedona’ and did some computer graphic work for them, went to lots of Gabriel’s gatherings and met his wife and kids. He was featured on one of those “cult discovery’ shows later but still remains in Sedona building his community where, to enter, you have to give all your worldly possessions and MONEY to his community and live in one of his homes with whoever he says AND do whatever work he determines he might need you for, such as gardening, managing children, general community maintenance.

So I learned to be wary of those proclaiming special abilities and Godlike statuses. I still have hundreds of crystals and my books and my thoughts on personal growth. I just haven’t practiced any of my ‘psychic treats’ in a very long time. But, I think I watched about 30 hours of ghosts/hauntings/bigfoot shows just this past weekend…soft addiction they call it.  I also learned, be careful what you wish for, because it can come and get you! Don’t get into witchcraft, yeah did that too, and oh, the Ouija board and tarot cards. I do believe in self healing and Angelic Guides.

My guides told me my higher self name-Aloel, which I have used as my ‘online’ persona since 1992. My Psychic pal told me that my names put me in the angelic families of El and An (Diana & Aloel) and that they help me when I ask for it. Someone online told me years ago that in another language Aloel meant Other half of God. EH…that’s cool, but in a generic sense, aren’t we all The Other Half of God

2010 Spreading Wings

How can I stop this hunger? All my resolve, all my inner coaching and determination disappears when I walk into my kitchen after work. I want to eat. I’m doing better at curbing the carbs but the Sugar Jones is upon me.  Every time I tell myself, I’ll just eat ‘this’ and it’ll be gone and that’s IT.  Next time I go to the store and walk by the same crap I pick it up AGAIN. I know I can get my mind right, been there done that.  The trigger hasn’t snapped yet to fire off my absolute control over intake. I got the Wii Fit for Christmas and haven’t fully embraced that yet either. I’m weak. I’d rather sit at my computer and design my websites, watch my favorite TV shows or read a good book. My inner dialogue is improving, it’s voice becoming louder, my purpose more intent.

I’m taking baby steps, wings fluttering, head up, looking to heaven for the new me. The me that grows better each day, learns something new every day, makes new friends every day and sings her praises and gratitude every morning as I drive to the job I LOVE and Thanks her Gods and Guides for all I AM.  What ever I do, I do it WELL!

The View from here

The year 2008 was painful but I am better now. I started out thinking my hip replacement in February was going to be my time for renewal, walking freely without pain, a fresh start. Little did I know this surgery would lead to my discovery of something that felt odd, as I lay in bed doing my exercises, and its diagnosis of ovarian cancer. That was a good thing.

It also made me mad. I don’t get sick, even now. So that was a HUGE WTF.  I hate going to see Dr.s. I just don’t like using my time so unnecessarily. My daughter gets that from me too. She hates needles, except for tattoos, oddly enough, but I don’t mind them at all. Got used to them when I was pregnant at 39 and was constantly tested for various ‘older Mom’ stuff. I still have to get blood drawn every 3 months, see my oncologist, hate that exam too, and hear that everything is just SUPER. I have to get a CT scan every 6 months, that stuff they inject me with makes me feel like I’m loosing all of my innards in one quick heat searing flash. But it’s just a mind f*ck and passes in another flash of WTF. I think this will continue for 5 years unless I just stop doing it. But the psychic nudge says DO IT so you don’t end up going through more chemotherapy and its rude stuff. Losing my hair was crude. But the scariest thing that happened to me during the second of my 4 sessions was an ‘allergic’ reaction that made me feel like my heart was going to explode when a strange feeling began in my stomach and VERY quickly turned into a painful heat soaring upwards. I called out to a nurse nearby, who didn’t hear me. Luckily a nurse in the small office directly in front of me looked up and saw my face turning red as I began to panic and hyperventilate. In 2 seconds 5 nurses were all around me, snatching the chemo feed out and injecting, in its place, steroids, putting an oxygen feed on my nose, taking my pulse and blood pressure, and teling me to take slow deep breaths.

After 30 minutes, my routine chemo was started again and I was Ok. I was very lucky to only have 4 of those sessions. At first my hair wasn’t coming out as promised…yeah promised, supposedly after the first session. Nope, mine came out after the last session. It was liberating after the initial shock. Showering was quick. No hair dryer. I could wear interesting hats and I’d lost 18 lbs after the surgery in July. The Dr said no dieting, even though I’ve been over weight most of my life. So I began eating, was always hungry and was loving the raison bagels at work. You can guess the results, but I’m OK. I’m HAPPY and am expressing my gratitude daily.