December 29, 2009

It is almost the end of 2009. So sad that we had a death in the family, one that sent Grandma home early....to go to a funeral. I tried to show her that if you really 'believe', then this Brother in Christ is at home, finally in peace and without any more tears.

Nonetheless, it is a loss of the heart and the flesh, and reminds us of our own fragility, our own mortality.

I know what it is like in Heaven, because God let me feel the warmth of a ray of light coming from Heaven's door. I felt the 'No More Tears' and know He is real. The afterlife is real. Jesus is our Saviour.

Enough writing. Off to comfort a downtrodden soul, and provide what ever comfort she needs.

Comfort. Peace. Rest. The Confidence that we have with God: to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.

Wishing every one well.

More Layers of Awakening

Today I know I am surrounded by love, as my YouTube space Favorite and my Twitter account is now in. We are having some Intensive Care here at home for our child, and it is so nice to receive the love and support from those around us. Mother Renee, my life would be nothing without you. Thank you for everything a Grandma does: laugh, play, spoil, and generally be influential and positive and loving.

Sometimes people evaluate and conclude things about another person, and their conclusions like to 'stick'. No one deserves to die alone, I believe. So if someone sees love in the eyes of another, that love should not necessarily be shunned. It is natural to want love, to need love. But what if you have to make a decision between two people: to love the one and not the other, vs. to have neither of them in ones life, vs trying to patch things up so that both parties find one acceptable. Lots of layers already.

I just want to thank the people who love me now, the people who loved me before my book and before my car accident and before ... I want to do this just so that no more time goes by without sharing my thoughts. I have loved, and am very lucky to have loved in return, several times in my life. I made mistakes, had misinterpreted communications, could not read between the lines, had no impetus to throw myself at a man's feet, and kept busy being a single parent. For the last 3 years, I've been a little busy just staying alive.

I'm so glad for my Father and all he taught me; rocket scientist extraordinare. There are many others to thank in my life. You know who you are. But a special professional 'thank you' goes to my reliable and supportive psychiatrists, Dr. Samuel Albert and Dr. Walter Jacobson.

As I continue to recuperate from a bed-bound state, it is so nice to know that I am not alone. I thank God for you. Your prayers would be greatly appreciated also, I'm sure. Today is today: love to you.