January 2011 (4) Meanings and Universal Law #1

In numerology this coming year 2011 resolves to the number 4 when each of the numbers in it are added together. The number four has long been considered a sacred number of the Pythagoreans representing completion, solidity, stability and equilibrium.

Often referred to as the most primitive of numbers 4 is a “safe” number. It is a feminine number.

Many cultures have four-numbered names for God—Allh (Arabian, Adad (Assyrian), Amun (Egyptian), Itga (Tartar, and Esar (Turkish).

Universally the meaning of the number 4 is the world, the Earth, the Establishment, the number of foundation and solid matter. The points of the compass, the seasons, the elements (earth, air, fire and water), the winds. There are four aspects of the self: physical body, astral body, soul and spirit. There are four functions: sensation, feeling, logical thought and intuition. Four physical senses: hearing, taste, feeling, smell. Four aspects of matter: mineral, gaseous, animal and vegetable.

This “Four” year is one of building, organizing, being efficient, industrious and extremely practical. It is a year of being more “down-to-earth”, more respectable. It indicates a time to slow down and take life more seriously.

During this year I will be taking each of the twelve Universal Laws and talking about them a bit. We’ve heard a lot about the Law of Abundance from movies like the Secret. It is easy to forget there are many other Universal Laws which have been pondered and meditated on for centuries.

The first of these twelve Universal laws is the Law of Divine Oneness - This law is based on the belief that everything is connected and that everything we believe, think, say and do affects everyone and everything in the universe.

Many people have believed throughout time in the oneness of all things and more and more I’ve heard and read the works of others who have come to ponder the oneness of all in this life.

If we are all connected and everything we believe, think, say and do affects everyone and everything in the universe why are some of us trying so hard to find the differences instead of the similarities among people. Why do we find it so hard to celebrate our unity and so very easy to spend billions of dollars and millions of lives making war on one another for what—the bounty of the earth? In the name of God? Domination, control and power.

“He drew a circle to keep me out,

A thing of scorn, and a thing to flout.

But love and I had the wit to win:

We drew a circle that took him in.”

—Edwin Markham

I so love this sentiment. If God is then God is everything — and what does that leave out? No thing. So rather than wrestling with others by thought, word or deed, we can pay attention to what we think about all day long. That is what we become, so if I want more chaos and anger in my life I need to pay attention to what I’m thinking about and if my thinking is chaotic and angry, I can stop! Turn around and change my mind. Put my attention on what my intentions are and look up, tune my thoughts to things that give me courage, neutrality, willingness, acceptance, reason, love, joy, peace and enlightenment.

Sounds like a heavy load to change my thinking to. These words are from the Map of Consciousness from “Power vs. Force” by Sir David R. Hawkins, MD, PhD. http://www.veritaspub.com/ . They resonate at frequencies higher than 100 Hertz and send the harmonies of their word name out and out to cover all of us — our other-selves.

Peace,

December—When The Light Returns

There’s not much left of December as I write this. We saw the red-hazed full moon, winter equinox and total lunar eclipse all on the 21st. This is a one in 300+ year event.

This month the man to whom I was married for over nine years died. We had been divorced for many years and stayed friends over those years. Love never really dies. Just because people grow apart doesn’t have to mean the love that brought them together diminishes.

I will always love him for many reasons one of the biggest is one that I thought at age twenty-three was not necessarily a reason to love him—that reason is the four lovely women who are his children.

We shared much family together my family, parents, brother, niece and nephew and cousins and their children. We have always been a close family sharing vacations, holidays and always “projects” together. We my husband and I merged our families we had a much bigger group and his children and my cousins children as well as the children of one of his best friends all grew up together.

This year Christmas brought phone calls and Christmas cards his children. We asked each other how we were doing on this day, checking out our current level of grief and sharing a story of two together of happier days and of the days to come and how we walk into tomorrow through today. Living one day at a time which is really all we have can be difficult when we are grieving and it takes the ten-year old grandchild who wants to open presents or just that the dog who needs a walk to bring us out of our reverie and back into the present.

My mother-in-law told me after the death of my own father when I was twenty-seven that her own experience of losing her mother thirty years before was that the pain didn’t ever really leave, she was just better able to handle it with time.

She was a wise woman then and I can pass what she told me and what I’ve come to learn on to the children of my heart.

December is the month of the return of light in the pagan celebrations. December 21st was the shortest day and longest night and from it every day grows longer still bringing more light to our days and hearts until the Summer Solstice when the days grow shorter once again. We are all part of the circle of life and we are all one

Peace.

A Walk With Dale

He got up slowly from the bed. It was still dark and would be light soon he thought. He noticed that his feet didn’t hurt this morning – no, nothing hurt this morning. He felt like he was thirty-five again and smiled as he thought of his children – Kenni his first born and he felt that wave of love wash over him for those years he’d had with Kenni and Kari the second born while he and Sandie were still married. Kelli the third born had so little of that family time she probably didn’t even remember any of it. Then there was Kristi, born just three months before the family broke apart.

But something wasn’t quite right he thought as he stepped out of the bedroom and onto the basketball court of the Community Center. And there they were all grown up. His eye’s smarted with tears as he looked on them and what husbands, mates, children (his grandchildren) and great grandchildren? What was this all about? How beautiful they all were. They’d grown up so fast, where had the time gone?

And over there were his sisters chattering away as they always had, smiling and laughing at something one of them had said. He felt another wave of love come over him as he saw them now and as they were when he and they were kids.

Their husbands and children and grand and great-grandchildren were all there too. Well, he thought sardonically, “It’s a damned good thing we’re all meeting in this big room. He remembered the year everyone gathered at his folks house to celebrate a family reunion of Grandpa’s family. They had to get a ladder to let everyone get into the photo at one time.

And over there was Neal and Joanie and coming toward him was Roger and Sue – just what had the argument been about that pushed them all apart? Oh, well it was sure great to see them all here now, laughing and telling stories.

This is sure one hell of a dream he thought as he continued out into the group where he was welcomed by this person and that person. It was really great to see everyone. Somewhere he heard music; one of his favorite dance tunes by Eddie Arnold. He thought he’d go find Jane and finish that dance. Where was she anyway?

There was Ken. Wasn’t it just a month or so ago they had lunch together? And there was Jeff and Sandie’s sister, Susie. The food smelled good, guess somebody was cooking salmon. And he remembered fishing in Alaska with Roger last year. And then he remembered all the firsts. The first fish Kenni caught, Kari’s and Kelli’s even Duncan’s but where did Kristi catch her first fish? Hmmm.

Then he turned and was walking toward the doors which lead outside and he saw a menagerie of animals, dogs, cats and was that a crow? Further out he saw Uncle Harry and Fred. I’ll go have a smoke with them he thought then remembered he’d quit smoking when he was forty. As he walked out onto the grass and across to the men, he began to see other people who were outside too. They seemed to be waiting for him. Smiling and welcoming him in. He saw his mom and dad, his grandpa and Aunt Jessie, his cousin Rocky and Uncle Jim.

Then Neil walked up to him and gave him a big hug and beat on his back the way men do. He stepped away a little and looked at his old friend. He thought he’d cry and saw the Neil was crying. It was so good to see him again.

This is sure the strangest dream he ever had. From the moment he woke up to right now when he was seeing impossible people. People he knew had been dead for years some of them. And here they were just as real as he was. What a strange dream or was it a dream in a dream or was it . . . real?

November’s Light

“As we come around to take our places at the table, a moment to remember and reflect upon our wealth,
Here’s to loving friends and family, here’s to being able together here to gather in good company and health.

And may we released of all those feelings that would harm us, may be have the strength to give them up and get them gone.

Heavy are the satchels filled with anger and false promise, may we have the will to set them down.”

This is the first verse from “May The Light Of Love” by David Roth http://www.davidrothmusic.com/

David is a remarkable writer and performer. This was the first of his songs that I heard and learned. I have sung it for Thanksgiving Day dinners for numerous friends and relatives as they have asked me to say grace.

What this song means to me in this month of Thanksgiving is just that – to hold in my heart a little closer than other days and months that sense of gratitude for life, seeing the abundance that surrounds me and has never ceased to show up in my life, looking at my relationships with other people and seeing where I’ve had feelings that have harmed me. Asking if I am willing to “get them up and get them gone”.

There is not enough room in my life to carry a grudge against any person, place or thing. I was asked the other day if I was using my support system because I have been over working and was starting to feel as if I was catching a cold. I stopped a moment to think about my support system and then said, yes I was leaning in to those who support my well-being and wish me well. I have a solid support system today and am very grateful and appreciative of it.

Over the last few years my earth walk has taken me from being care-giver for my mother who had Alzheimer’s then contracted tonsular cancer and died of the treatment of that cancer to wandering around the state I live in thinking I would test areas and find the place I wanted to live. What really happened was that I re-visited those placed I had already been to and found myself saying goodbye to them and to many of the people I thought I had lifelong relationships with.

As my journey of grief recovery and discovery turned in to a Spiritual journey, I have met and made new friends who have shared their table with me and made my life more full and abundant.

My nephew and niece were both born in November and I remember them in this month as well.

Scorpio is the Scorpion in the Astrological world and falls between October 21st and November 20th. In Numerology it is ruled by the planet Mars and is associated with the number 9 (endings). Scorpio is a water sign. The key words ascribed to a Scorpio are “I see”.

November in our calendar is the eleventh month. The number 11 is only used by numerologists when the assessment of the number 2 (duality and change) doesn’t seem to apply. 11 is a delicately balanced number balancing spiritual/material and positive/negative. Even further the number 11 is a precarious balance between enlightenment and martyrdom.

So David’s song which speaks of being grateful for our “wealth”, and alludes to lifting the cup of acknowledgement for friends and family goes on to ask us to take a moment to remember the lost and lonely among us. He asks us to do what we can to feed the hungry and homeless.

In his verses I hear his wish that we might live in peace, do away with fear and be grateful for that which guides us. He asks that we not be separate from one another.

I’ve been invited to share a day of thanksgiving with friends this month and am looking forward to putting on my apron and helping bake and cook for friends who have extended the gift of family to me.

I wish you happiness and abundance, joy and gratitude in this the wonderful fall month of November.

I’ll end with the refrain from David’s song:


“And may the light of love be shining deep within your spirit,

May the torch of mercy clear the path and show the way,

May the horn of plenty sound so everyone may hear it,

May the light of love be with you every day.”



Peace.

And With The Leaves Comes October......

People have been talking about 10-10-10 events for months now. I’m a student of numerology and was going to write about this date from that perspective. A friend sent me an email about 10-10-10 which piqued my interest and so I went to the site shown below and read the article Christine DeLorey wrote in a blog about the numerological implications of “tens”, 10-10-10, 10-10-2010, triple digits which appear annually and numerologically appear even before the actual date, i.e. 10-10-2008 which Christine DeLorey (URL below) points out is the first occurrence recently of 10-10-10 because 2008=10. So instead of recreating the wheel I’ll point you to her blog with all support that you read what she has so elegantly put together about this and other dates.

http://creativenumerology.wordpress.com/2010/10/07/10-10-10-welcome-to-the-decade-of-the-tens/

”felt” by Christine DeLorey ©Copyright Christine DeLorey 2010 – all rights reserved

And! Halloween is upon us and with it all its introspection and happiness. Rural, rustic; or “of the country” people now called Pagans have been observing this time of endings and new beginnings for centuries. October 31st is the Eve of the New Year and November 1st is the first day of the New Year. Many believe there is a separation between the physical world and the spirit world. They believe the veil between the living and the dead grows thinner as the end of October draws near. Halloween customs often display element of death. This is a time to remember those who have left this world and of envisioning hopes of renewal and rebirth to come.

My family didn’t call Halloween “year-end”, but it was the end of our farming year. It was also the beginning of a time of celebrating the freedom that concentrated attention to crops; planting, growing, weeding, watering and harvesting. After the farm equipment was put away with other farm tools for the winter we set about preparing for winter which was harsh in Eastern Washington. We lived close to the land, eating what we grew, what we traded for with our neighbors and from what the fish and game we fished for and hunted.

One of my daughters-of-the-heart called me today to give me the information that one of our family’s dearest friends died October 9. He was born in Minnesota, moved to Washington and met and married a lovely woman from farm and logging country in the Snoqualmie Valley. He loved his family, his children, his extended family and then grandchildren and great grandchildren as they came along. He also loved the land and lived close to it. He enjoyed hiking, boating, fishing and bow hunting and many other fun things. He was an excellent pen and ink artist. Years ago he gave me one of his drawings of a soaring eagle. I still treasure it.

The month of October up to the 21st is in the sign of Libra. This is the sign of balance and of balancing the scales. All things seek balance: even water seeks its own level. As the old year passes at the end of harvest a new year begins with the coming of winter - that time of dormancy before spring brings new life to the land. And then the remainder of the month is in the sign of Scorpio

This is a time of reflection and celebration for all the gifts throughout this year. It will be interesting to see what the rest of this month has to offer. It is my hope for all of us that we have hope. That we look forward with mindfulness and look backward with respect and memories of fun and joy.
Peace.

Is Reality a Delusion?

• I have recently been taking a series of classes dealing with Archetypes that we tend to live in or move through in our lives on our “Rising in Consciousness” way. You may find more information about these and other classes as taught by my friend, Gage Tarrant at www.mindnrg.org or email her at gage@mindnrg.org . She suggests reading the book, The Hero Within: Six Archetypes We Live By written by Carol S. Pearson. You may purchase any of the books suggested here from www.amazon.com through my website here on the Calendar and Bookstore tab.
  
  As I’ve been studying these courses I’ve been intrigued that the word “Delusion” comes up often. Last night as I slept the concept of just what is delusion wandered in and out of my sleeping state so after an entire day of being hounded to write about these things, I’ll share some of the research I’ve garnered this evening along with my own beliefs not necessarily come by through any group affiliation.
  
  
• Scientific and medical communities tend in their pathology (study and diagnosis of disease) to associate illness to delusion or delusion to illness.
• I’ve seen a definition of Delusion as (loosely translated) to be an obstinate adherence to a belief even when it causes harm to the “believer”.
  
  The writers go on to describe “delusion” as a belief that is false, fanciful, or derived from deception. When I looked up “deception” I found a definition of it as being: a deceit, bluff and/or mystification and sleight of hand to put forth beliefs that are not “true”.
  
  Someone quoted from Lewis Carroll’s Through the Looking Glass, where the White Queen says, “Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” And they go on to use this quote in judgment of people who hold beliefs which these writers believe to be false to fact.
  
  So I looked up “truth” and was overwhelmed with the sheer magnitude of theories about truth. There were nine or ten different theories about “truth” and whole groups of believers lined up in support of their favorite truth theory.
  
  Some said a thing was truth when it conforms to external reality. Hmm, “What’s real asked the Velveteen Rabbit?” This is a quote straight from the well known children’s book The Velveteen Rabbit, by Margery Williams which claims no relationship at all to “external reality”. Other theorists said truth is constructed by society. Another group proposes that truth is whatever more than one person might agree to.
  
  One of my favorites is the group who say that something is true when it is seen to be true and they give the example of “snow is white is true”. Well, I don’t know about you, but I’ve seen a lot of snow in my time and not every particle of it is white so for me that blows that theory out of the winter wonderland.
  
  I liked what Kierkegaard had to say about truth. He talks about objective and subject truths. I have brown eyes. That is an objective truth. I believe politicians are inherently dishonest or they become corrupted after they are in office and then become dishonest. This is a subjective truth and in my reality it is “my” truth.
  
  My interest in what is and what isn’t “delusion” stems from my own belief based on my experience and observation of other’s stated beliefs that people who name a belief delusional just don’t understand the situation.
  
  This goes along with the article I wrote here a few months ago about “Contempt prior to Investigation” from a quote ascribed to Herbert Spencer.
  
  If we are to become consciously risen people who co-create our lives for the highest and best good of ourselves and all beings, how can we even consider naming some else’s belief or beliefs as a lie (false to fact) or a delusion?
  
  I believe judgment is an outgrowth of “fear” or (false evidence appearing real) and that it falls far below the “critical level of integrity” which you can find on the “Consciousness Scale” created by Dr. David Hawkins, MD, PhD. (You can purchase his book, Power vs. Force from this site or any book store or you can go to his website at: http://www.veritaspub.com/ )
  
  It is my “subjective truth” that we are all one and that we are all here to heal one another. I’ll even go farther and state my belief that we can rise in consciousness and heal the wounds of our past easily, effortlessly and with grace and strength. We are alive here today to do what we came here to do and I give my intention to those who read this and in a Hololinguistic manner to all beings, to be in enlightenment, peace, joy, love, reason, acceptance, willingness, neutrality and courage.

What is Good about July?

I searched the internet today to find out about July. It seems to be an unremarkable month for me.

The first thing that caught my eye was “I forgot Day” on July 2nd. It appears this is a day to do one of two things 1) just forget things on this day, or 2) offer up cards of “I’m Sorry” because “I Forgot” – a blanket I forgot so I’m sorry for all those things I forgot. I like this day. It might rehabilitate my overall dislike for July.

When I was a kid we took one day a year off for vacation – July 4th. We got up even earlier than usual on our farm to tend to our chores, load the car with goodies and fishing gear then drive to the next farm 3 over and help them do their chores, gather them up along with all their goodies and meet up with two other families who had done the same thing. Then we drove about one hundred miles to a place above Ellensburg called Colockum Pass. We drove off-roads up to a place where there was hopefully a little creek that filled a small pool where we could put our cold foods and set up a day camp.

We kids were sent off to run to the top of the nearest peak and back again and by that time, breakfast was sizzling on our huge cast iron griddle. After breakfast the men and older boy (my brother) would take fishing poles and gear and go off “fishing”. Most years the only fish caught were by the little kids playing in or around the food cooling pool.

We played, fished ate, made ice cream, had a four-family baseball game in the nearby cow pasture using dried cow-pies for bases. There was often a bull either in that field or near it so we had to watch out for hecklers in the form of a bull.

What was most wonderful for me and I wouldn’t know it until we no longer went on that vacation was that on that day July 4th there were no fireworks, no sounds of loud things blowing up, no fear of fire, no fire trucks or ambulance sirens, just lots of wind and sun and fun.

My girl friend/neighbor’s dad, Russell who was about one-third the size of our boy friends’/neighbor’s dad, Del could eat Del’s weight in home-made ice cream. My dad told the best stories and he and I remembered all the words to the songs we liked to sing. My mom and brother remembered the tune to those songs, thankfully.

Everyone shone at baseball and the bull didn’t scare us farm folk one bit. After a full day of fun and sun, we packed it all up, drove home, left everyone off at their farms and returned to ours for evening milking and more chores before bedtime.

I don’t live in a quiet place like that now and haven’t for years, hence my dislike of the 4th of July. I used to go into the mountains for the day to get away from the racket. It was always a toss-up who disliked the noise the most – me or the dogs. So I always took them and my cat too.

I’ve found though that the 4th’s revelers have all moved into the mountains too. They don’t seem to care or know that the fire-crackers the set off cause forest fires and kill the animals and maybe even people. This year I’ve moved back into a more metropolitan area and so can’t run away to quiet from the fireworks. So June 30th I picked up the DVD’s I checked out from the local library and with earphones in place I intend to spend that day as far away as PBS mysteries can take me.

I’ll always have the memories of our annual vacation day and know that the 2nd is I Forgot Day.

www.bentler.us/eastern-washington/recreation/colockum-wildlife-area.aspx

According to my internet searching July is also the month of:
• Disobedience Day
• Vanilla Ice Cream Day
• Ratcatcher’s Day
• Peach Ice Cream Day
• Fool’s Paradise Day
And…
• Cow Appreciation Day

Well, that all fits in with my happy memories of at least the 4th of July. So maybe I need to revamp my dislike of the entire month just because one or two weeks of it are angry, loud, and dangerous.

I am also reminded that “it” is all good and every day’s a holiday if I just look at it that way.

This month a dear friend is moving into new digs, all my Kith and Kin seem to be well and happy and we are all one.

I’m reminded we are all one because the Seventh Universal Law is the Law of Compensation which gives us proof of the results of our actions. It is the law of rewards and blessings. It works with the Law of Cause and Effect. Here we receive in direct proportion to the energy around our thinking and doing.

The Universe always says “Yes!” so if I’m thinking of how my life is filled with bad things, then I’ll get more bad things and if I’m thinking about how full of abundance and joy my life is that is what I’ll receive more of. And in this month of the Law of Compensation – it’s all about the energy. The more we give the more we can receive.

Oh, and according to my sources, the first Sunday in July which is the 3rd this year is Build a Scarecrow Day. So have a great day building the one scarecrow that is so scary the crows won’t sit on it. And enjoy a lovely garden.