Inspirational

Inspirational writing from various authors, philosophers, etc.

PONDERING LIFE’S ENERGY

Hubble shows visions of our amazing universe

Hubble shows visions of our amazing universe

At the end of another year, I find myself in search of comfort and words of wisdom. I don’t have traditional spiritual beliefs but do believe there is a Higher Power Energy and that life persists eternally in some manner.

I’ve always been fascinated by physics, even though I am far from understanding much of it. I think I intuit/accept its principles, like the law of the conservation of energy: In an isolated system—our universe, for instance—the total amount of energy remains constant over time. Energy can neither be created nor destroyed; it can only be transformed.

Einstein said Imagination is more important than Knowledge. Imagination helps, especially if you’re trying to figure out his famous theorem.

Since energy alters/transforms, it’s easier to imagine how human beings change from the non-physical to the physical (birth and death and vice versa) and can interact in so many ways, even between species. A couple of years ago I wrote about the ocean scattering Jack Nakamura’s ashes (my brother’s father-in-law). Jack’s family, friends and fishing buddies all enjoyed the Orca whales that seemed to deliberately join in the celebration of Jack’s life. Jack’s spiritual energy and the whales physical energy are all part of the same energy system. One particular whale kept diving and waving his tail; to those observing, it seemed as if Jack were waving.

In October 2010, Jack’s energy was still a presence in the beach house where he had died the day before Thanksgiving in 2007. A married couple, who were friends of Jack and Una Nakamura, were guests for a few weeks in the beach house and noticed a floating, non-threatening but restless, spirit at night just above the floor, and even heard muffled voices. One night the bathroom shower curtain and rod came crashing down into the tub, making a loud, startling noise that jarred the couple out of a sound sleep. The wife felt all the “hauntings” were Jack and promised his spirit she would tell his wife Una about his visitations. After she made that promise, the sightings ceased and all was peaceful at night.

I’ve had my own spirit visitors. After my dad died in the late ‘90s, I inherited a few pieces of his furniture. I cherish a vanity table that had originally belonged to my mother, who’d died in 1974. I bought a touch lamp and placed it on the vanity, which was in the bedroom of my new apartment. About 3 a.m. one night, when I’d just gotten back in bed after a visit to the bathroom, the lamp lit up. I hadn’t gone anywhere near the lamp during my little journey. The light continued to come on every few months during my three-year residence in that apartment. Once it brightened to the second level, which would’ve taken two touches. Even though the vanity had been my mother’s, I knew it had to be my dad who was visiting. He and I had shared some turbulent years in my childhood and the issues had never been addressed or settled. I intuitively felt he had come to tell me to be “enlightened” on the matter, “lighten” up and let go for my own peace.

I wonder what new marvels of energy connections I may observe in the future. I feel this energy is a comforting reminder that life persists in the physical and in the non-physical. May those who’ve passed on in the terrible tragedies of the world send comforting visions or other indications to those they’ve left behind.

 

SPIRITUAL MESSAGES FROM BEYOND

As an editor, helping an author craft his/her book is very satisfying. One of my latest favorite projects was the spiritual Time’s Illusion, Miracles, Dreams & Finding My True Reality by Carey Jones. His inspiring book was recently published in paperback by Pauli Publishing House (PPH).  In one of the chapters, Carey says, “Native Americans stress the importance of our interconnectedness to everything around us. In the Himalayan mountain regions, in places like India, Nepal and Tibet, a deeper spiritual search for the meaning of existence has been happening for millennia. Buddha lived 2600 years ago! But in the West, we have purposely separated ourselves from a deeper understanding of existence…technology has insulated us and separated us from the greater reality.”

Before I edited Carey Jones’ book, I edited other books on metaphysical topics, ghost stories, and true spiritual adventures. Last year I posted some fascinating advice/wisdom about life that had been received by some good friends back in the 1990s. Because this wonderful information still pertains, I’m going to share some more of it.

My friend Rob invited and received these “transmissions” through the mysteries of the universe (in the same vein: where do inspiring dreams or artistic creations come from?). Rob got them, probably a hundred or more, at various times, when he was at his computer working on his normal business. Similar to channeling a spirit or group of spirits who aren’t present in this physical life, which many psychic types perform, Rob would type these 7-10 page messages out on his keyboard. His normal typing speed couldn’t match his flying fingers, but Rob wasn’t in a normal state of mind. There were no mistakes and he had no idea what he was typing. The messages were formatted into proper paragraphs with correct margins. The first time he would see or read what he’d written was when the spirits had departed, he had come back to himself, and his wife Ann had printed out the philosophical messages.

 My daughter, Heidi Giraud's original painting

My daughter, Heidi Giraud’s original painting

The spirits transmitting the information called themselves St. Germain. The quotes below are just a small part of it all. At one point years ago, the idea was for me to organize and edit them into a book. My blog is the next best thing since the messages remain intriguing. Many of the words are deliberately and frequently misspelled in various areas to convey an unusual layer of meanings. These “double-entendres” are not sexual but spiritual and require a broad mind and imagination. The paragraphs below were all from inspirational sources–I added a few explanations in parentheses.

When you accept your situation, you move forward into endless opportunities and endless levels of real eye ties (realities) and dream escapes. If you choose to worry, to fear, to live as a shame-filled and guilt-ridden judgmental life force, then you go in circles. Your motion in this repetitive energy pattern is not accelerated, but kept in check. You do not grow as quickly, you do not allow other energies to enter your field as easily, you are not as aware of potential opportunities as you could be…you fall into dies ease and ill news (disease and illness) more readily…you are fight ion (fighting) your pure energy.

You must learn to understand that each moment that you have on this planet should be directed toward moving forward without reservations. You do not have to dwell on what was, or what is, but rather, on what you would like to be, to have, to dream, to create and imagine.

Why waste these precious moments on worry? Why mire your energy in the endless circle of deep recession. It is your actions that dictate change. It is change, which dictates your course, and your course that WILL bring you home. What holds you down is fear. What stops a dream is control. What prevents you from having what you want is impatience. You suffer while you are here because you believe that that is what you deserve. You have illness and face death with fear because you believe that this is all there is and that nothing lies beyond what you cannot see. How WRONG you are, how limited your perception, how mired your soul’s energy is.

MYSTERIES OF CHAUVET CAVE

Since I am always fascinated by history, a few years ago I saw Werner Herzog’s documentary, “The Cave of Forgotten Dreams,” about the Chauvet Cave in southern France. This remarkable cave is full of 30,000 year-old prehistoric drawings and bones of animals: lions, horses, rhinoceros, cave bears and wooly mammoths, among others. Protected by an ancient landslide, the cave was hidden until 1994 and is in pristine shape. Herzog was given special permission by the French minister of culture to film there. Ancient cave drawings in Southern France below:

Chauvet Horses

Chauvet Horses

Smithsonian Magazine had a long and informative article about the Chauvet Cave in April. The French, seeking to preserve the real Chauvet Cave, have built a duplicate three miles away, naming it the Caverne du Pont d’Arc (the name of a natural archway over the Ardeche River nearby). This new museum, which cost $62.5 million, was opened this April. It took 500 people about 10 years to create the new wonder. The French had learned a difficult lesson from the famous Lascaux Cave discovered in 1940 and opened to the public in 1948. From exposure to thousands of people, that wonderful cave with its amazing drawings was mostly destroyed by bacteria, algae and fungi.

Other than the incredibly beautiful and realistic drawings and the realization that humanity was capable of so much more than we’ve thought, I was intrigued by the observations voiced by Herzog and the French experts Herzog interviewed for his film. A French interviewee said ancient man felt differently about his/her world. As I interpreted, the mind was not of primary importance, emotion was. Mankind felt more connected to the world around him: to the animals, the earth and its features, birth and death. They were more naturally spiritual.

Herzog said that he and his crew, plus many of the scientists who studied the cave, sensed other presences when they visited the site. They felt as if they were being watched. I can easily imagine this cave is a sacred place of spirits.

Some of us are more spiritually aware than others. Perhaps some were born that way or have had experiences that have opened up their sensibilities. Perhaps certain cultures can make easier use of the third eye, as it is called in Hindu philosophy, which leads to the inner realms of higher consciousness. Millions of us have had inexplicable encounters, and I am always intrigued by them.

My friend Sally remembers an incident driving home to Los Angeles from San Diego late at night. She began to get very tired and sleepy. Instead of pulling over, she kept trying to keep herself alert. All of a sudden, she was frightened by a loud noise and flashing colorful lights. It jolted her wide awake. When she couldn’t figure out what had happened, she pulled over to check everything on her van. By the time she determined the van was fine, she was totally alert and got back in the car to finish the drive. She never forgot, and later concluded she had received spiritual help in keeping her safe.

My cousin Jackie’s husband Ray is a Vietnam vet who suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder and has battled his demons over the years. For help in this world, he sees a psychiatrist every three months and takes pills for depression every day. Despite the negatives, Ray’s life has been blessed with some unusual spiritual positives.

Ever since Ray almost died from an overdose of pain pills and alcohol in the 1980s and had an encounter with a deceased friend from his Vietnam days, he’s felt and seen spirits in his peripheral vision. When he walked into a bathroom in his home not long ago, he heard large wings flapping and felt wind in his face, despite the fact that the windows were all closed and there was no air conditioning running. “I suddenly had a very warm feeling of love in my chest,” Ray told me.

Ray feels spirits of people beside him, but if he turns to look, they disappear. “I hear voices but I can’t understand what they are saying. I hear a woman calling me at times, but I don’t recognize the voice.” He’s grown used to these unusual experiences over the years and appreciates them for the comfort they bring.

As Shakespeare wrote and Hamlet said to his friend, “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

MY INSPIRATIONS

As March comes roaring in, I remember the old saying that the month of March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. For the past two days it’s been true so far in Los Angeles–we are having rain and wind, both gentle and ferocious. The sun peeks out and then it clouds over, and the temperature hasn’t been over 60 degrees. Of course we are very spoiled here!

Spring is a good time to gather your thoughts and rejuvenate yourself for the year. That brings to mind the inspiring sayings I have collected for my Pinterest account. And the sayings go with many of my daughter, Heidi Giraud’s lovely and colorful paintings. The first one, which is on the wall next to my computer, I see as a woman emerging from confusion to self-knowledge and inspiration, as I have been several times in my life.

Emergence

Emergence

Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind. Dwell in possibility. Be patient, things will change for the better. The worst thing usually turns out to be the best thing. God has sent you nothing but angels. You are not alone.

The Eye Searching for Truth

The Eye Searching for Truth

What you think about, you bring about. Don’t take things personally…what other people say about you is their reality, not yours. Sometimes you have to let things go so there’s room for better things to come into your life. One of my favorite sayings comes from Vietnam and was used in a book by Leo Buscaglia: Learn to let go as easily as you grasp, or you’ll have your hands full and your mind empty. Every hello is the beginning of a goodbye, yet every goodbye can be the beginning of another hello. The moment you’re ready to quit is usually the moment right before a miracle happens, so don’t give up.

Bloom like a Sunflower

Bloom like a Sunflower

Live your life and forget your age.  And C.S. Lewis said: You don’t have a Soul…You are a Soul. You have a body. Stars can’t shine without darkness. When it is all finished, you will discover it was never random.  Amen

 

LINKS ACROSS THE ATLANTIC – UK & US

One of my favorite quotes comes from Chief Seattle, a Native American: “Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.”

English and American history have created connections since the first English explorers and settlers started sailing to the North American continent. My relatives came from Scotland and Ireland, for instance. And, like many other Americans in modern times, I am a great fan of the British TV series, “Downton Abbey,” which is already in its fifth season.

Follow this thread: I was an English literature major at the College of William and Mary, founded in 1693 in Williamsburg, Virginia, with its primary building designed by England’s famous architect Christopher Wren.

I was born in Danville, Virginia, a medium-size town near the border of North Carolina. Besides once having a prosperous textile factory, Dan River Fabrics, Danville can boast of a famous woman born there in 1879—Nancy Langhorne Astor. The family home where she was born at that time is preserved for history. It’s across the street from Danville’s hospital, where I was born in the 1940s.

 

Nancy Astor Historical Marker

Nancy Astor Historical Marker

After she was divorced from her first husband, Nancy moved to England and married the wealthy aristocrat Waldorf Astor. They settled into a huge palace, Cliveden, high on a hill overlooking the Thames River. My English friend, Terence Sharkey (as a teenage actor he made an English adventure movie in Tripoli, Libya, which he’s written about on my blog) says Nancy’s home is located on perhaps the most beautiful spot along the Thames. When she died in 1964, she left the palace to the UK. As a patriotic Brit during World War I, she built a hospital for wounded soldiers on the grounds. Terence commented, “In the grounds American, English and a few German combatants lie side by side.”

Fascinating facts about Nancy: She was the first woman elected as a Member of Parliament–the House of Commons, and she held office from 1919 to 1945! She represented Plymouth, the English port city on the southern coast, from where Sir Francis Drake sailed forth to the Caribbean and around the world. I wrote about Drake’s adventures in my historical fiction, Melaynie’s Masquerade.

Young Nancy Astor by John Singer Sargent

Young Nancy Astor by John Singer Sargent

Nancy was very conservative in her viewpoints, but she had a sharp tongue and was known for her biting wit. Southern women have been known for their spunk for years—remember Scarlet O’Hara, and the gals in the movie “Steel Magnolias?” For instance, Nancy commented: “I would like to say that the first time Adam had a chance, he laid the blame on a woman.”

Good advice about party behavior: “One reason why I don’t drink is because I wish to know when I am having a good time.” Some philosophy: “The main dangers in this life are the people who want to change everything…or nothing.”

She was an early women’s libber: “Women have got to make the world safe for men since men have made it so darned unsafe for women.” And: “We women talk too much, but even then we don’t tell half what we know.”

Winston Churchill wasn’t her fan and she wasn’t his. She is reported to have said, “If you were my husband, I’d poison your tea.” He responded, “Madam, if you were my wife, I’d drink it.”

CAVE DRAWINGS — MESSAGES FROM OUR ANCIENT PAST

Always interested in history, a few years ago I saw Werner Herzog’s documentary, “The Cave of Forgotten Dreams,” about the Chauvet Cave in southern France. This remarkable cave is full of 30,000 year-old prehistoric drawings and bones of animals: lions, horses, rhinoceros, cave bears and wooly mammoths, among others. Protected by an ancient landslide, the cave was hidden until 1994 and is in pristine shape. Herzog was given special permission by the French minister of culture to film there. Ancient cave drawings in Southern France below:

220px-Chauvethorses
Other than the incredibly beautiful and realistic drawings and the realization that humanity was capable of so much more than we’ve thought, I was intrigued by the observations voiced by Herzog and the French experts Herzog interviewed. A French interviewee said ancient man felt differently about his/her world. As I interpreted, the mind was not of primary importance, emotion was. Mankind felt more connected to the world around him: to the animals, the earth and its features, birth and death. They were more naturally spiritual.

Herzog said he and his crew, plus many of the scientists who study the cave, sense other presences when they visit the site. They feel as if they are being watched. I can easily imagine this cave is a sacred place of spirits.

Some of us are more spiritually aware than others. Perhaps some were born that way or have had experiences that have opened up their sensibilities. Perhaps certain cultures can make easier use of the third eye, as it is called in Hindu philosophy, which leads to the inner realms of higher consciousness. Millions of us have had inexplicable encounters, and I am always intrigued by them.

My friend Sally remembers when she was driving home to Los Angeles from San Diego late at night and she began to get very tired. Instead of pulling over, she kept trying to keep herself alert. All of a sudden, she was frightened by a loud noise and flashing colorful lights. It jolted her wide awake. When she couldn’t figure out what had happened, she pulled over to check everything on her van. By the time she determined the van was fine, she was totally alert and got back in the car to finish the drive. She never forgot, and later concluded she had received spiritual help in keeping her safe.

My cousin Jackie’s husband Ray is a Vietnam vet who suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder and has battled his demons over the years. For help in this world, he sees a psychiatrist every three months and takes pills for depression every day. Despite the negatives, Ray’s life has been blessed with some unusual spiritual positives.

Ever since Ray almost died from an overdose of pain pills and alcohol in the 1980s and had an encounter with a deceased friend from his Vietnam days, he’s felt and seen spirits in his peripheral vision. When he walked into a bathroom in his home not long ago, he heard large wings flapping and felt wind in his face, despite the fact that the windows were all closed and there was no air conditioning running. “I suddenly had a very warm feeling of love in my chest,” Ray told me.

Ray feels spirits of people beside him, but if he turns to look, they disappear. “I hear voices but I can’t understand what they are saying. I hear a woman calling me at times, but I don’t recognize the voice.” He’s grown used to these unusual experiences over the years and appreciates them for the comfort they bring.

TRANSMISSIONS FROM THE UNIVERSE

There are more things in your life than are dreamt of in your philosophy is a line from Shakespeare’s “Hamlet.” It was written over 400 years ago, but it may as well have been written a million years ago. Life is mysterious and the more we know, the more we know we don’t know. How is it all possible, what is the Source, and why is the Universe expanding? Nothing is ever created or destroyed, according to Physics… There are no easy answers, no matter what religion or spiritual thought is the most appealing to you.

I’ve explored many teachings in many books: Seth, Paramahansa Yogananda, Abraham, Buddhism, Christianity, Mormonism…there’s a great deal of thought available to attempt to explain what life and death are or aren’t.

Hubble shows visions of our amazing universe

Hubble shows visions of our amazing universe

Channeling—information that comes through a human from another source—is quite intriguing. One of my first experiences was listening to a fairly young man (Thomas) channel a Dr. Peebles, who was a Scottish medical doctor and naturopath who actually lived from 1822 to 1922. I didn’t take notes but remember that the messages for the audience, who had paid to see him, were encouraging. I was told I was a medium (a vehicle for ideas or a communicator of ideas from the dead says the dictionary), which is an apt description for someone writing a blog!

About 20 years ago I became good friends with Ann and Rob, a couple who were as intrigued with the metaphysical as I was. Rob offered himself to the “Universe” to convey general wisdom and to receive spiritual help for himself and his wife. Rob would sit at his computer when he chose to let the messages come through him to type onto to his computer screen. He wasn’t aware of the specifics; he sat there in something of a trance while his fingers raced over the keyboard, faster than he typed when he was totally conscious. His wife Ann came into his office afterward and printed out the long messages—usually from 3-10 pages. Since the messages would split up many of the words to show how words have layers of meaning, Ann would “translate” the most difficult parts. For instance: animate tie in is “animation.” The communication he received for a few years applied to all, and I was privileged to receive copies of the transmissions. I have saved many of them and their wisdom still applies, in my opinion.

I will share a small portion of a transmission on this blog and will offer more of it in a later blog.

On June 21, 1991, what might be best explained as a group of non-physical souls who called themselves “Saint Germaine” communicated:

Everything you are about in this moment, as well as every thing you have been about concerns your S piece eye all E facts. You are now coming of age in this regard. You are now learning that you have unlimited control when it comes to reshaping your level of real eye tie in this physical moment. You can begin to see with this unlimited vision, what this illusion is truly about. You can do anything you want.

Because they are discussing special effects in movies and in “real” life, they split up that word and played with reality as well. Make of it what you will.

 

ANGELS IN UNIFORM – a True Story

Robin Williams recent tragic death reminded me of a friend’s story that had a happier but not romantic ending. Angels do exist! I’m offering a short preview of my book; for the entire story, this short book is available on Amazon.

When Samantha arrived in Los Angeles, she got an immediate job as a feature film extra. Although she sometimes tired of standing around waiting for filming to begin or end, she found the business fascinating and took the time to ask questions and get to know the players both in front of and behind the camera. Her striking looks, with her added knowledge and flair for the right clothes that attracted attention while emphasizing her curvaceous figure, encouraged many a director or producer to talk with her. On a hot and crowded set one day while filming a crowd scene in a busy parking lot, Peter sauntered up to her during the lunch break.

Angels inUniform#1

Six-feet tall with a tanned, muscular body, a Germanic face and thinning blond hair going gray, his studied informal air and casual but expensive clothes gave him away as a producer. Sam perceived all this in an instant; to protect herself she had always been observant and perceptive. He stood in front of her, removing his sunglasses to reveal startlingly azure blue eyes. He gazed frankly into her eyes, assessing her looks and manner with no apology; he had been in this business too long to waste time on courtesies. Her height, in small heels, was equal to his; her forward gaze did not flinch or look away modestly. She took a few lazy moments to give him a slight smile, her nose flaring as she smelled his expensive cologne. She was at ease and ready for any banter he might direct her way.

“Miss?” he opened casually.

“Hunter. Samantha Hunter.”

“I’m Peter Hood, the producer for this epic.” He laughed.

She gave him a cool smile. “I know.”

“I haven’t seen you before. Are you new at this game?”

“Fairly.”

“I imagine you get impatient on days like this, when it’s hot and crowded.”

“Actually, no. I thoroughly enjoy this business, even though I am at the bottom…for now.” She could tell her reactions were intriguing him. He was probably so used to the star-struck, over-impressed, naive routine. The chase, she thought to herself, how they love the chase.

“Would you care to learn more about the business?” He paused for emphasis, testing her self-contained manner. “From a producer’s point of view?”

“What did you have in mind?” She could just imagine, but she gave no hint of sexual interest, it was too early in the game.

“Dinner this evening… perhaps by the ocean.”

She deliberately took her time answering as she slowly smiled at him, her dark eyes were pools of mystery. “Yes…I’d be honored,” she answered with just a hint of sarcasm.

He laughed, genuinely delighted at her comment, and knew he might not be the master of this game. Here was a dark-skinned woman who looked like she would lead him around if he were not careful, a challenge to an attractive, powerful man used to getting his own way. He was heartily tired of having women gush and succumb over him so easily because of his money and position.

They had dinner in Malibu, sitting by the expanse of window at one of the trendier, wood and glass dining palaces perched along the coast. Each crash of the incoming waves seemed to meld these two passionate natures together. Sam was sassy and direct enough for him; Peter was more mellow, but opinionated and strong enough to fight for control. Sexually, the chemistry blazed, and they lit the fire that first night.

He took her to his home, and she’d been with him ever since—until she left this morning, before the sun was even up. Thinking of how their romance began, Sam’s tears began to flow again. They became sobs that racked her body, so powerful they sent pains through her chest and back. She nearly lost control of the car, and was forced to drive more slowly.

As she gained control of herself and the car, she began to analyze. Why couldn’t he accept her as she was, slightly damaged? He knew she had inner strength, had survived much for her young years. Hadn’t she told him some of her darkest secrets? Maybe she should never have opened up to him; he wasn’t the father figure she never had. Was that what she expected? When would she stop looking for the strong, caring male? They did not exist. This thought brought tears again, but she willed them away.

She needed some music and grabbed for a CD in a holder on the console. She put one in without even looking. As she started to listen she recognized Wagner’s Tristan und Isolde. How appropriate, she thought ruefully—star-crossed lovers, only happy in death. What a beautifully sad piece of music, certainly in keeping with her mood. Why didn’t she drive off the highway now, and end it in a flash? But what if it didn’t work, and she became more maimed that she was already? She wanted something certain, at least in death. Available in Ebook format on Amazon. http://amazon.com/author/victoriagiraud

GOOD NEWS ABOUT OLD AGE

We’re all getting older—surprise, surprise! I’m on the fringe of the Baby Boomers generation, and we definitely don’t welcome wrinkles and loss of mobility. Advertising proves my point, especially in LA, the entertainment capital of the world where everyone is “supposed to be” young. There are constant new beauty tricks and products on TV or in books and magazines. Plastic surgeons get very wealthy here, not to mention those specializing in surgery to take off the fat.

I think I’ve made my peace with extra pounds and the knowledge that I’ll never run a marathon and may never play tennis again. I won’t give up swimming, the easiest way to stay in some sort of shape. I have some vanity left—-Eyebrows must be enhanced first thing in the morning (one of the first beauty tricks I learned as a teenager for my very light and sparse eyebrows—an Irish trait?). If I’m going out, I also apply lipstick: I don’t have Scarlett Johansson’s plump colorful lips.

On Sunday evenings, probably the best night on TV, I always make sure to watch “60 Minutes,” the long-running news-oriented CBS show. This past Sunday, reporter Lesley Stahl told me all about what to expect in old age. It was a positive report for the most part, with some revelations I wasn’t expecting.

In Southern California scientists/doctors have been doing studies of folks who are now in their 90s and still healthy. They are also compiling figures and facts about the negatives in growing old. First, the bad news. The risk of dementia doubles every year from the age of 65 on. There’s no accurate test to determine Alzheimer’s or dementia, although they can more accurately test for it after death. Many seniors are donating their brains for research, so maybe there will eventually be a test. In the meantime, those whose memory is failing are well aware of their challenges.

There’s plenty of good news. The moderate use of alcohol, for instance, is good for you, and it doesn’t have to be only red or only white wine, for instance. I know I enjoy my “attitude adjustment” hour in the evening. Exercise is good, but it shouldn’t be strenuous. Apparently 45 minutes total during various times of the day is just fine.

Sex, as many may imagine, is good for you, as well as other friendly human interactions. Socialize to keep your spirits up! Vitamins make no difference, according to the study. What a savings that will be! And coffee is good for you. What surprised me the most was that extra weight was a plus as you get closer to 90; it wasn’t advantageous to be skinny. When you’re younger, low blood pressure is best, according to doctors. As you age, higher blood pressure is more desirable, and it gives you a lower risk of dementia!

Although they didn’t say it specifically, I gathered that health had a great deal to do with being happy. That’s what I firmly believe. And not having to agonize over what to eat or drink makes things so much more pleasant. Here’s to wine and chocolate!

LETTING GO OF THE PAST

Now I know what  “spill your guts” means, literally. I already knew I had to tell my story to really heal my body and inner being in order to move forward. I had made a previous attempt with a fictionalized version of my story, Colonels Don’t Apologize, which is on Amazon. Since I was still struggling, it took some new revelations (as explained in my previous blog) to bring it all to the forefront and to deal with it. As a writer, I felt I needed to do more than write in my diary or disguise what had occurred.

I’ve read many books written by people who’ve had to overcome very difficult traumas in life and always admired their ability to write about it. It’s great therapy. Those books were always enlightening and inspiring—a good reason I’ve also enjoyed biographies and even reading the obituaries! It’s wonderful to read how others conquer their demons.

 

Emerging by Heidi Giraud

Emerging by Heidi Giraud

 

You may never know what results come of your action, but if you do nothing there will be no result.        Mahatma Gandhi

Looking back over the past few days, I’m amazed at the synchronicity. It’s April, a month for Spring in the Northern Hemisphere and the month for rebirth. I published my blog on the 9th, which, in numerology, means the end of a cycle, a time to take inventory of your life and what works and what doesn’t.  I did not plan this action deliberately; it just happened! On the 10th I spent all day “spilling my guts” from both ends. I have never thrown up so much in my entire life! Must have been a huge burden that needed to erupt and be flushed away (imagine doing this in an outhouse!).

It took me three full days to feel better. Today is a new day, Sunday, the 13th, and I feel so much better. I live in apartment 13 and Sally, one of my best friends, is celebrating a birthday today. It is also Palm Sunday and Thomas Jefferson’s birthday—an auspicious day.  When I looked up its meaning in numerology, the site told me 13 is a powerful number — one of upheaval so that new ground can be taken.  I’m ready to celebrate my moving forward physically, mentally, and spiritually.

I am grateful for all the heartfelt comments I received on Facebook and on my blog site.  We all walk through tough times in life and are usually made stronger and become more understanding because of our challenges.

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