Conversations with God

View from the Top of the World, by Adele November 2008

This all got started a couple New Year's ago. I had offered a man, who had a court order to never contact me, a chance to speak. Five years before, I had given my statement and enough evidence to the State's Attorney to send him to jail.

Prior to that, I had considered him to be my best friend.

The lack of closure was agonizing.

"Is there anything you'd like to say to me?" I offered in a Christmas note, and waited for a reply.

He responded by returning a book to me that I had given him many years before. He admitted that he hadn't read it until after I left. It had changed his life and contained all the answers I would need.

Conversations with God, an uncommon dialogue.

I didn't remember reading the book.

Too much had happened between and beyond the teary pages of those times that brought me to a place located somewhere between Limbo and Utopia.

But first, a quick review of the pages before. I had been raised Catholic: twelve years of Catholic schooling, plus three summers causing trouble for the Little Sisters of the Poor and Father Berard Scarborough's missions across America.

Having felt insulted by a nun, I turned my attention toward unCatholic heresies like Jonathan Livingston Seagull and The Prophet, my brother's books. With a more open mind I could dabble in a bit of occult spiritualism as well. I read "Strange Talents," a biography about Edgar Cayce and some apolcalyptic prophesies, which brought forward some psychic abilities to amaze and frighten my friends.

This called attention from Born-Again Christians in college, who felt obliged to "save" me. They laid hands to remove my demons and all-but stole my angels in the process. I still miss them--the angels not the Christians--and want them back. My favorite angel told me she would always be with me. Her reminder is that I never need an alarm clock and she proved it to me in an amusing way, so that I haven't used one in thirty years.

I married, outside my faith, a man who "desperately wanted to be Catholic." He loved the architecture, the pomp and propriety, and took Catholic classes -- fervently trying to reconcile his differences, primarily birth control and women's rights -- to no avail. So I became a Deacon in his Presbyterian Church instead.

I found the greatest reconciliation of all listening to the former actor, the Reverend Donald Curtis and his Mighty Band of Motivators, at the Unity Church of Dallas. I learned to drop the guilt and fill my heart with enough unconditional love to open the endless potential of the Universal forces inside me. Sounds facetious, but, actually, it worked! This newborn strength and confidence helped me set the world on fire.

I yearned for home and we returned to the place that felt most "like it." From a standpoint of career and family-raising, we would do better with this move, although as it turns out, we could never replace the comfort of our first Unity "church home" again.

I sought my solace in spiritual readings which inspired my course and redirected my focus and attention. I would have read Walsche's Conversations at this point. Eventually I wrapped myself in the trappings of success and became worldly, a bit wealthy, and wise, so I thought. But once I reached the pinnacle of success, my world came crashing down. Those I most trusted betrayed and humbled me. My view from the top of the mountain left me feeling dumb as a doornail, simple and lost.

I was never abandoned, just redirected, once again. That's when I dropped it all and moved to that place between Limbo and Utopia.

Limbo, because I tore myself away from my old world of props and circumstance, unexpectedly and completely, without preparation. Limbo, because I need the guidance of spirits to move me to the next level. Limbo, because it's oh-so-lonely here.

Utopia, because it's peaceful where I am -- one of the most beautiful places on God's planet. Utopia, because I asked for a place unblemished by the greed and ravages of man. In fact the only reason this area is so well preserved (and affordable for a soul of average means) is that it is cursed with a natural substance developers fear. Utopia, because love lives here.

At times I feel I am the richest woman I know, because I want for nothing.

But that revelation could only come after I read the book again. Now, it's a trilogy worth reading.

"Listen.

The words to the next song you hear.

The information in the next article you read.

The story line in the next movie you watch. The utterance of the next person you meet. Or the whispers of the next river, the next ocean, the next breeze that caresses your ear -- all these devices are Mine.

I will speak if you will listen.

I will come to you if you will invite Me.

I will show you than that I have always been there.

All ways."

Conversations with God, an uncommon dialogue

by Neale Donald Walsche.

Moonset 2008, prelude to the light of dawn

Moonset over Maui, by Adele, November 2008

The moon sets over an omnicient year, 2008, a year of revelation, to give strength to those who know, in their hearts, that, yes, there is a better way.

I have joined with many who are seeking a higher ground, my eyes uncertain but filled with trust.

My mirror has changed to reflect new values and reveal a positive glimmering light ahead, affecting everyone in its path and illuminating yet another year filled with challenge and change.

"God is afoot, magic is alive" --Leonard Cohen

A year ago, I knew nothing of the quantum changes I would accept in 2008. If you quizzed me last New Year's Eve, I might have guessed that Reiki is somehow related to macrame, right? And isn't a chakra some kind of chant or Egyptian dance?

My first experiments into energy this spring involved electrolysis. Had someone offered me a sip of hydrogen-charged water before then, would I have accepted? I offered it to scores of people at the County Fair last summer. They were so skeptical, that only one small child accepted a sip from me before his dad pulled him away. Although to be fair, I was demonstrating this as the same charged water we use to get 46 mpg in our on Ford Focus.

I was very much like that child this past year, sipping and pulling away -- now gulping it in. By year's end, my entire household is hooked on "charged" water. We drink it and feel it vibrate through our veins. We also play with pendulums to read energy levels around us, laughing, at first, in surprise that they work. Even as a newbie I've been able to lay hands to provide "a vacation from the pain." Rich's broken clavicle is healing at an astonishing rate -- back on the slopes in five weeks. I've felt another man's pain melt into my hand so he could make his way to ER. Metaphorically and literally, I stand wide open to magical refreshening on all sorts of levels.

If you are reading this, you may also be willing to try a sip of something different, curious. Bear in mind, however, that I will try to write as events unfold, to no one in particular, without regard for outcome. A spiritual healer, someone else I would have avoided in my prior mindset, told me I was undergoing transmutation, shedding my skin to reveal a new more-authentic self. My husband, Rich, is in his phase of transformation. This year's blog will be about the snake and the butterfly and their journey into new territories.

"You cannot teach a man anything.

You can only help him to find it within himself."

-- Galileo

Coincidentally or not, 2009 is considered to be the 400th anniversary of the birth of astronomy.

It may also mark, as many social researchers, physicists and metaphysicists are predicting, the dawn of a new age in human consciousness,

exploring inner space and its affect of the Universe and our potential development into a higher social order.