AUTHOR UNKNOWN TO ME AFTERLIFE

 

We've been asked many times to re-post this poem since we first shared it many months ago. Sorry, but we do not know the author or the artist of the picture.

For anyone who has lost a loved one......

Afterlife & A Loss For Words

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying...you found it hard to sleep.

I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear.
"It's me, I haven't left you...I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea.
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.

I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you that I am not lying there.

I walked with you toward the house, as you fumbled for your key,
I gently put my paw on you. I smiled and said, "It's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.

It's possible for me to be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over...I smile and watch you yawning
And say, "Goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we will stand, side-by-side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out...then come home to be with me.

-Author Unknown

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COMMENT:

Since my earliest memories, spirit has been communicating with me. Sometimes I feel. Other times, I see. Always they speak wisdoms and love. amen ANON

ME TOO anon  DR. Y *O*

 

 

HUMAN TRAFFICKING

What is Human Trafficking? - Exodus Cry

http://exoduscry.com/about/human-trafficking/ - 39k - similar pages

Human trafficking has truly become a global threat to vulnerable men, women, and children worldwide. It is an injustice that affects millions of people every year  ...

Above is my Grandma Minnie. At age eleven she was human trafficked from her starving family in Russia, to the USA by steerage. 

IT WAS HORRENDOUS CROWDING AND SHE HAD LITTLE FOOD OR WATER. 

We know almost nothing of her family in Russia that starved.  Her father was a Rabbi and taught her to read and write Yiddish.  But this is all I know.  When she arrived here at age eleven, her life was one of enslavement in the NYC Garment Center.  I know she was raped repeatedly.  I know she and her best friend Fannie somehow survived being burned alive by jumping out of a window during an infamous fire.  Their injuries were very serious!!!  All workers were locked in so the managers could see how often they went to a bathroom. Some of this information came from Fannie who said it was...

"THE TRIANGLE SHIRT COMPANY FIRE."

 

MAN has been using others as slaves since time immemorial.  It is a vile testimonial to the worst in our species.  It never stopped throughout the ages.  It continues up to this moment of writing. It doesn't care if you are any race, religion, or culture. It is an abomination!!!!  RIP Grandma Minnie.  YES, you suffered beyond words.  And once you attained adulthood, you were a very domineering woman who bossed others around. In fact, you were a controlling woman who caused many to suffer under your authority.  I still grieve knowing what your childhood caused you to become.

BEAM ME UP YETTA

"Beam me up" is not science fiction to me. It really does exist. As a long time Star Trek viewer, the concept was not new to me, even many decades ago.  From my earliest memories, my consciousness  has been bouncing into other dimensions, at times spontaneously, and other times, quite intentionally!

 

As many of you already know, my first two years of this incarnation were very dramatically spent in a hospital, gravely ill.

No one touched me except for horrendous experimental surgeries.  Otherwise, I wasn't socialized (not unlike a feral).  Nor was I taught to forget past lives.  At some other time, perhaps I will write about those near-fatal experiences, but for now, the rest of this talk will be about paranormal events.

The photo above is of our long deceased beloved cat named Sir Magick.  His gorgeous eyes eventually turned Granny Smith Apple Green.

Truly, in a long life of living with, training, and raising animals, never did I meet such a brilliant cat. If ever there was such a thing as CAT Mensa, surely Sir Magick would have run it.

Magick had been rescued from being euthanized in a kill shelter and miraculously ended up in my home. He screamed and cried for months, initially.  Pure evil had mutilated him by cutting off his penis.  After seeing that we would nurture and not hurt him, Magick began to show early signs of what he would grow into, a genius feline.  

Fast forward to ten years later.  He tragically passed on to Rainbow from Lymphoma.  It spread so fast we had to put him to sleep.  My beloved soul-mate decided to have a spiritual career as a healer.  A close friend was in end-stage Cancer and had to be hospitalized from a near fatal chemotherapy treatment.  She was miserably in pain.  Although Sandy didn't know Magick, she claimed he materialized in her hospital room.  During the soothing visit from spirit, Magick channeled healing energy into my friend which relieved the agony temporarily.  Right before her death shortly thereafter, Sandy made sure to tell me how our Black Fur-Angel helped her.  Since then, he has appeared to other people giving healing love and relief from spirit. I am blest for having been his roommate and caretaker for the brief ten years.  No words can convey the undying love, telepathy, respect, and deep longing I feel for you Mister Magickal One. 

Your Adoring Human.

 

TOO MUCH WAR

 

TOO LITTLE PEACE. TOO MUCH WAR!

When in our history was MAN NOT IN A WAR at some location on this planet?

 

I hate war, the tragic results, the murdering, the savage wounds, and the incredible sacrifices!

Did you know that ALEXANDER THE GREAT tried unsuccessfully to invade Afghanistan? Did you know that Russia had to give up and leave Afghanistan with their tails between their legs? YET, Americans are still being massacred there! WHY? Do you honestly believe what you are told to believe?  The poppy into heroin comes to mind since Americans use it so much.  How is it that our government has never totally destroyed the poppy fields? Well why not just follow the money?  Or, would that merely get you killed?  Look at MAN's history.  Always at war.  What's wrong with this picture?  Can it be that MAN the species, has a genetic mal-function programmed into our DNA to cause warfare, slaughter, rape, gut other societies for sundry ugly reasons?  REASONS LIKE:

You have resources, we want the resources, so we kill you and take your lands?  Or, My God is bigger than your God? Or, we make weapons and need a war to make profit? Or, you fill in your own reasons!

 

I cannot be the only one who is completely fed up with WAR!  Are you?

 

Comment: WOW! We lost our son in AFGHANISTAN. Never should have gone into that place from HELL! Should not be there now. How many more precious children will die for our government's poor judgment? Bereaved Parents

TELEPATHY

I love telepathy. All during this life, it has been part of my being.  MOM and I were an uncanny duo and telepathy between us was absolutely normal and frequent.  In fact, many of my patients had this gift. Well, it really isn't as much of a gift as it is what archaic humans once used quite proficiently to communicate.  Animals use telepathy all the time.  Just look at a school of fish or the wonderful birds in flight.  Why don't we use telepathy nowadays?  Well, perhaps too many mechanical things came along?   If one researches this subject, you'd find many double blind controlled scientific experiments to verify that people who haven't modernized can entrain with telepathy.
My precious cat named Sir Magick and I were so close, that if I merely thought for him to come to me from another room, he did it.  Please let us know your experiences in this realm of ESP? 

Dedicated to Irene Shirley.  I love you MOM!