About Angels

My aunt once told me, "Angels do not exist because we cannot see them." 

She was then influenced by a religious group that shares such a view.

I replied, "We cannot see bacteria, but it does not mean they do not exist."

The relative of mine continued, "We have microscopes to see them."

I answered her, "There were times when people did not have microscopes, but it did not mean there were no bacteria then."

Not everything can be seen. We cannot see the electric current, but we can see its presence when we turn on the light. We cannot see the air, but we know it exists since we are able to breath.

From our last family-and-food-trip

Nowadays, with the development of quantum physics, the concepts of parallel worlds, non-linear timeline (past, present, and future happening at the same time), it appears there is much more than our eyes can see. So, do not tell me there are no angels. 

Although, they might not be the angelic type of entities as we traditionally understand them. Perhaps, they are beings from another planet, a parallel world, another time line, and (certainly) of another frequency than ours. 

Anyhow, please, do not tell me there are no angels.

Let us seek knowledge in all forms. Let us try to see matters from various perspectives and consider more than one point of view.

About Our Motto

Do you ever happen to feel small and/or unimportant? 

Think of this: There are no ordinary people in this world. 

Even if your name is not a famous one and it is only known to your neighbors (or not even known to them), and you are far from being wealthy - you are special and your being here is important. Everybody has their given purpose in life, even when we do not exactly picture what it is. Where you are at this point of your life is not accidental. We all are where we are needed, even though we may not realize why exactly. 

Some years ago, at a social occasion, a man asked me, "What do you do?". 

I did not mention my professional experience, hobbies, or various projects I was engaged in at that time. I just said, "I am a housewife". That I was, beside other things. It turned into a social observation - the man said nothing else to me. He quickly moved to another, more interesting/more meaningful object to talk to.

 

From my experience: I have noticed many people tend to associate/surround themselves with the "great and famous" only. Even if that fame is very much local, or a "great poet" has never published anything and is great in their mind at most (another example from real life). Such people are not attracted to so-called "nobodies". It is alright, though. Whatever resonates with others, does not have to resonate with you.

Once, while sitting in a waiting room, I noticed an elderly lady (possibly in her 80s or 90s). She was sitting opposite me, a bit to the left. The lady's daughter was accompanying her. I did not know who those women were. 

The elderly mother did not speak. Suddenly, to my amazement, I could feel her soul glowing around her. It was like an aura (11 or 12 inches wide) all around her body. The aura was outside of her, but at the same time, it was coming from her insight. No, I did not see it, I just sensed it. The lady's soul felt extremely beautiful as it radiated with pure love. It did quite move me. I tried not to stare, but I could only precept her soul while I was looking at the very person. When the time came I was to leave the waiting room, I could not help telling the women they were beautiful. 

Every person is a story and every life is full of stories.

We all may feel meaningless and helpless at times, but we are not. No one is a separate being. Our influence on the outside world, the way we affect others, the range of the ripple caused by our actions and words is bigger and more complex than we can comprehend.

All in all, every one is special - whether we realize it or not.

PS
Our thoughts and words are important. They carry energy most of us do not pay attention to. Our thoughts and words usually just come and go as we are more focused on the everyday life matters, situations we encounter. 

Have you ever thought that it might be the opposite - that our thoughts and words create those circumstances?

Since all we do, say, and share, both good and bad, comes back to us in one way or another, I am selfish enough not to wish anybody anything bad.

Let us live our lives the best we can, be kind to others, and spread good. For our own sake.

About Dreams

Do you happen to have vivid and/or weird dreams?

It is said that if you remember such a dream even after decades, it means it really happened.

Two examples of such vivid dreams here.

1. I had that dream in the 1990s. In the dream, it was 2021. There was a library at the top of a very tall building. I flew there and got to the music section. I thought I would check what they had on Led Zeppelin. I looked through the files - there was plenty of music data and information related to some strange ethnic bands whom I had never heard of, but nothing about Led Zeppelin. I couldn't believe it. I was astonished - no band names or singers I recognized.

Why did I think about Led Zeppelin in that dream? I do not know.

2. That dream came about 10 years later. I could see bright, white light all around me, and I was part of that light at the same time. I could feel total calmness, peace, joy, and happiness. It felt so very good, and I wanted it to last forever. 

I thought to myself, "I don't want to wake up".

At the very moment, I heard a voice said, "You have to".

And I did wake up at once. It was very disappointing. At least I felt like that - I was disappointed the dream ended.

In my dreams I happen to go through walls, fly to the outer space, create things and make them appear with the power of my mind. Once, I went back to the year 1917 and people there asked me who would win WW1. Then, still in the same dream, I moved to 1956 and was asked again what would the future bring. In both cases I answered "it is not for me to tell".

Another time, while watching a movie on TV,  I was able to put my hands through the television screen and take from the film set whatever I liked there. It was so cool. I wish I could do it all in real.

On the other hand, the dreams I like best are the ones when I am able to heal people and animals, or bring a dry and dead plant back to life, make it green again. It all - just with the touch of my hands.

About What Other People Say

When I was about 20, I lived at my parents' home. One day, while walking home, my mom met a lady neighbor who lived downstairs from us. They talked for a while and mom mentioned me. The neighbor replied agitated, "It's not true, your daughter lives in ... (she gave the name of another city) and is studying there!"
Mom came back home and said, "You live in....".
I did not understand what she meant, so mom told me what had just happened. We both laughed. It was astonishing - the neighbors knew better what I was doing and where I lived. Better than my mom and myself.

A few years later, I laughed again when I learned that, according to gossipers, a boy who attended the school I was working at, was a son of mine. The reasoning on which the rumor was based tmade me laugh. Somehow, the blabbermouths believed that the boy's surname and my surname where the same. It was pure nonsense as the two names did not even look similar. The student's name was Lauterbach. My surname started and ended with different letters + a lot of other letters in the middle. What was the same only - both surnames were not of Polish origin. That was enough for some people to create such a silly conclusion that I was his mother. How senseless can people go? 

At the same school, there was also a co-teacher, a nice guy. He was a rather usual person - a respectable educator and member of the local community, a husband, and a father. Nothing special to talk about. However, the man had a hobby. On warm days, he enjoyed doing it in the broad daylight, sitting on his balcony, where everybody could see him. What did he do? It was nothing illegal or offensive, but different enough to make people talk about him. Well, the man liked crocheting. He lived in the school area so many could notice him on the balcony - crocheting.

"Weird" was the least what you could hear in people's comments. Did he mind them? No, he did not, just continued practicing his hobby.

It is a totally different matter, when a rumor, a story made up by gossip-mongers, is disturbing and unnerving, and not funny at all. How do you deal with that? How do you deal with talebearers who spread lies and whisper behind your back?

Talking to them seems pointless so I never did that. Sending them negative thoughts binds you to their negative energy and drags you down, which lowers your frequency at the same time. To avoid that, when such gossipers come to my mind, I bless them in my thoughts. It helps dissolve the gloomy feelings and frees the mind.

In conclusion to that, what other people say or do does not define me, just the opposite. It defines them.

 PS

Why some people spread untrue stories about others is another matter. Perhaps it makes the gossipers feel better about themselves? Seems quite pitiful to me.

About Weather

If you dread this week's weather forecast, check out this piece of news about the weather conditions in Pueblo, Colorado, in August 1897. At least, it is winter now, not summer.

Clipping source: Ousley, Clarence. Galveston Tribune. (Galveston, Tex.), Vol. 17, No. 231, Ed. 1 Monday, August 16, 1897, newspaper, August 16, 1897; Galveston, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1252695/: accessed January 7, 2025), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Rosenberg Library. 

The weather has always happened to be unpredictable and capricious. In the old days, it was as it was, but nobody blamed it on the climate change.

About Talking

In my early years, I believed speaking was only needed when there was something important to communicate/share.
At the age of 20, I realized people find it awkward (or even rude) when someone does not speak, just is there. So I started practicing small talk - to show kind interest, care, and respect.

 Some time ago, I came across an acquaintance while I was walking home. The person threw the usual, "How are you?" I did not know that someone much so I replied, "Fine, thank you. How are you?"

"Good. Thank you", I heard in response, and we both continued walking in the opposite directions.

"So we talked", I laughed to myself. Although, actually, we did not. I appreciated the person's friendly attitude - it did feel nice. On the other hand, we used so many words, but the result of it all was the same (or perhaps not?) as if we had exchanged: 

- "Hello

- "Hello" only or
- "Good morning"
- "Good morning".
 

So why should we have bothered to say more than one or two words? I guess it is the older/younger me approach getting through here.

These days, after so many years of training, I do practice small talk while socializing and I got used to it. However, I still prefer mutual communicating than just talking/using the speech only to break the silence. After the customary "How are you?", following the purpose of saying those words, I am also still willing to listen to/hear how a person is actually doing (and I appreciate when somebody makes an effort to express that).

Another aspect of talking - words have their own energy. They can hurt really deep too. Regarding the fact that whatever we "send in the air" comes back to us in one way or another, let us be mindful what words we choose to say. For our own sake.

Old Poster & Synchronicities

Synchronicities happen to us quite often. Here is one of them.

A couple of days ago, I came across this poster while looking through my files archive. I made it about 10 years ago, before I changed the name of my blog. Needless to say, I had totally forgotten about that work. I had not forgotten my motto included in the poster, though.

Yesterday, in a movie we watched, one of the characters stated that the most human part of us is hope.

Positivity and hope do go together.

 

 

How Old Are You?

The message found in a fortune cookie:

"No one grows old by living, only in losing interest in living."

has made me think of a friend of mine. She often tends to say that she and her husband should not do this or that, "because we are not the youngest, you know." The lady is only a few months older than I am.

In my opinion, finding life as an extreme sport and giving up doing things means being old in spirit. Obviously, during all those years when we get more mature, our interests change and, even at a younger age, we also adjust things we do to our possibilities. However, one's attitude makes them actually older than their body/calendar age is. There are always things we can do, new things we can learn. Regardless the numbers (our age).

And how old are you (in spirit)? 

Photo: My latest creation - I got that shirt as a gift. Its dark color did not suit me so I made it a bit more colorful.

Everybody for Everybody?

I was brought up with the idea that everybody works for everybody. It means we are all affected by the results of each other's work, that is why everybody should do their job well.

Let's say a tailor makes clothes for bricklayers, doctors, drivers, and you name it. The tailor should work well not only to stay in business but also because he depends on the work and service performed by other professionals - bricklayers, doctors, drivers, car mechanics, and many others. And he wants their service to be of a good standard too.

 

 

I have been thinking about that for some time. Is the idea of mutual dependence lost totally, or is it maybe just an old-fashioned and extinct approach?

Recently, I had two pieces of jewelry repaired at Baublit Jewelers in Kerrville, TX. The items were not only very well mended at a fair price, but the old and dull-looking pieces were also made shiny and attractive again. The jeweler did a wonderful job fixing and restoring the lost beauty of my items. It seems the idea of trade honor still exists. Well, at least somewhere, and in some cases. 

About Happiness

A documentary about the search for Shangri-La made me think of the poem "A Bird is Sitting on A Tree" by Adam Asnyk (1838/1897), a Polish poet.

"Siedzi ptaszek na drzewie
I ludziom się dziwuje,
Że najmędrszy z nich nie wie,
Gdzie się szczęście znajduje. (...)
Trwonią życia dzień jasny
Na zabiegi i żale,
Tylko w piersi swej własnej
Nie szukają go wcale. (...)"

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My free translation:

"A bird is sitting on a tree
And is surprised
That the wisest one of all people
Does not know where happiness is. (...)
They are wasting their time,
exerting themselves and complaining,
But in their own heart
They do not look for it (meaning happiness) at all.

The original words of the poem are "(...) But in their own chest...".

There are people who constantly need to go here and there, be part of a crowd to fill out the emptiness in themselves, or quiet down their thoughts. Wherever they go, they carry their problems as well, and wherever they are, it always seems to them the grass is always greener somewhere else. 

Even the above mentioned poet, who lived so long ago, realized that to find happiness we simply need to look into our inside.

Check out the video by Mr. Craig.