I was sitting down, gathering my thoughts for a post today, and saw a hookey-playing face at my door.

Seems Warrior Woman has a light work load today, and she buggered off to come over here, since she knew I would be home.

So, it looks like I will have to rethink my menu to not include any dairy products (even the tiny amount in a can of cream of chicken soup) because really? I’m all hospitable and fabulous that way.

Okay, Shephard’s Pie it is. I bought 50 lbs of potatoes on sale, and need to use those puppies up. The sack of basmati rice can wait, because it has a longer shelf life.

She brought wine. I’m signing out to avoid that pesky blunk drogging.

And how was your day?

I wrote the post about my younger son, Ass Burger Boy,and his rebellion by way of joining a nutbar church that was so entrenched in its beliefs that there was no room for discussion.

That was yesterday (day before by the time you read this).

Today,(now yesterday) I received in the mail “A New Earth” by Eckhart Tolle. This was sent to me by an internet friend. Can we say synchronicity?

Bless Tolle’s heart, he wrote on page 17 pretty much what I was talking about, but in a much clearer way. After all, he got the big book deal, not me. Here is what he wrote:

What is the role of the established religions in the arising of the new consciousness? Many people are already aware of the difference between spirituality and religion. They realize that having a belief system- a set of thoughts that you regard as the absolute truth- does not make you spiritual no matter what the nature of those beliefs is. In fact, the more you make your thoughts (beliefs) into your identity, the more cut off you are from the spiritual dimension within yourself. Many “religious” people are stuck at that level. They equate truth with thought, and as they are completely identified with thought (their mind), they claim to be in sole possession of the truth in an unconscious attempt to protect their identity. They don’t realize the limitations of thought. Unless you believe (think) exactly as they do, you are wrong in their eyes, and in the not-too-distant past, they would have felt justified in killing you for that. And some still do, even now.

The new spirituality, the transformation of consciousness, is arising to a large extent outside of the structures of the existing institutionalized religions. There were always pockets of spirituality even in mind-dominated religions, although the intstitutionalized hierarchies felt threated by them, and often tried to suppress them.

I must be ahead of my time. I have been saying this for years. In fact, I tried to discuss this politicization of the church with Ass Burger Boy , especially about the changes that were made to the bible by the Byzantine Emperor Constantin at the Council of Nicea circa 325 AD. I believed then, and do now, that this is where the admonishment against soothsayers and the like originated. In a political structure (and give it some thought if you don’t think the church is a political structure), the aim is to amass wealth and keep the goodies in the hands of the elite. The great unwashed were not to have access to the mysteries, because the idea was to depend upon the church elite for that.

Stepping off my soapbox, I invite you to express your own opinions.

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What? It’s criminal that I missed a day posting? I had issues. Some of them involved cheese.

An issue that didn’t involve cheese was something that broke my blog.

Not for very long though. Ree, who has the same web hosting service that I do, told me about her bandwidth crisis, and I checked my numbers only to find that I was perilously close to doing the same. I immediately sent off an email to Rob, keeper of the web-hosting smoothness. I knew Rob was a great guy because he and I went to geek school together, and I saw his niceness in action. In fact, it was Sunday when I emailed him, and he apologized that it took an hour to get back to me because he was helping a friend move. I don’t know how he found time, what with his volunteer Fire fighter duties and regular job. He told me he had some extra bandwidth this month, and not to worry about paying extra.

If you are thinking about moving to a self-hosted platform, you may want to consider someone who is personally vouched for. Someone who is reasonably-priced, and will solve your problems, even on a Sunday.

And now, to move us completely away from seeing our farts, I received a true blue award from Veronica.

She is in on the big bloggy giveaway, so go leave a comment and good luck! She is giving away $25 via PayPal. Not too shabby for leaving a comment, is it?

I would like to pass this award on to Jenny, Teeni, Unruly Duckling and Old Knudsen, because they really are true blue. The screen shot is courtesy of Jenny. I didn’t think to take one when my blog broke. She is very helpful when I have glitches and issues on all of my sites. Some of them I can fix, some, not so much.

I would like to thank those of you who take the time to comment on my posts. I do love your comments. I’m mostly answering them by email now, because I learned that is what the big girls do. If there is an item that needs more discussion, I may add to the comments section. I should have done that with the colon hydrotherapy post, but I had cheese issues.

Because I am sparing you the details of my cheese issues, you should hit that Blogger’s Choice Awards button on my sidebar and go vote for me. Really? It’s the lesser of the two evils. Truly.

I was a tad surprised about all the controversy about Part I of this piece, because I was writing from my own experience. Really, what else can you write from, unless you’re scraping news stories about Britney Spears?

What people don’t usually want to know, unless they have special circumstances, is when they will die.

Often I will tell a woman that she will outlive her husband, so that she can make sure he has good insurance. Not enough so that she’s tempted to kill him her ownself, because really, all women can relate to that impulse by times. No, enough so that she won’t have financial worries hit her at the same time as grief does. It makes a wreck out of a woman.

Yesterday, I read a beautiful spirit. I saw her husband’s death very soon.

I didn’t see mourning, yet she had been a good wife. I saw her whole life drastically changing, and her dreams coming true very soon.

Her dreams were simple. She wanted to travel. She wanted to have sex after repressing it for over 20 years.

Her husband suffered brain damage over 20 years ago. She has been taking care of him for lo, these twenty some years. She has forgiven him his angry unreasonable outbursts, his irrational behaviour, because she remembered the man he was before. The wonderful man she married.

This man rages and is depressed because he feels trapped in his brain-damaged existence. I wept when I looked at his picture. I saw the pain he suffers.

This woman touched my heart so profoundly. I know I will never forget her.

His death will be a blessing for all concerned.

Bet you didn’t know that about me, did you?

Well, that’s because I’m not all snooty about it.

And, there were six other stars in the movie, all with equal billing.

And it’s a Canadian movie.

A documentary.

Oh snap. I know. Try to contain yourselves.

Truth is, over 200 psychics from my area were interviewed for this film. And only 7 were selected. So I felt speshul. Don’t spoil it for me.

Okay, I’m over it now.

I was really surprised that the film crew were so nice. And helpful. We had a potluck as part of the filming, because I held meditation groups at my house, and they wanted to get them some of that riveting footage. Who knows what could happen? Anyway, the crew stuck around afterwards to help clean up.

The director even hired me to teach an energy raising class in a fun way for her daughter’s birthday party. It was great fun for them and me too.

You weren’t likely to see it in your local theatres, unless it was during a film festival. There was one screening locally, and I was gobsmacked to later meet another person who had actually seen it.

It was a well done film, as are documentaries from the National Film Board of Canada. And no, I’m not linking it. Go find it yourself. Hah! It’s called “The Kitchen Goddess”.

I took Ass Burger Boy and Skinny Bitch with me to the screening. We had so much fun at the catered, celebrity-filled (real celebrities!) pre-party that we arrived late for the actual screening.

We had to sit in the front row, as those were the only seats left.

It didn’t bother me a bit to have a camera the size of my living room ten inches from my face during the filming.

Note: It is painful to see a closeup of your face on the big screen when you are in the front row. And for Skinny Bitch, it was doubly painful, because she had just gotten out of her halo, a device that is used to immobilize the head of patients with neck and head injuries.

But that’s a story for another day. I do love me some Skinny Bitch.

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