Kate Loving Shenk

Dear Goddess, My brother, D. D. Delaney wrote me a poem about grief.

A Medley of Poems for My Sister Kate

1)
Unbearable grief
has many friends
among the angels.

2)
And seeing their sorrow
the Prophet step forward, saying,
“When conditions are favorable for my nature,
I manifest.
When conditions are no longer favorable for my nature,
I cease to manifest.
I am not born.
I do not die.
I only change my form.”

And he continued, saying,
“Today I am as you see me,
tomorrow I am a cloud.
It is a happy thing
never to be born,
never to die.”

3)
Sorrow is the mother of happiness.
She creates him
out of longing
for the end of suffering.
Happiness cannot exist without sorrow.

Then feel the sorrow deep.
Be helpless and despair.
The happiness
about to be born
will be
so much greater
after hard labor.

4)
I love my watch,
but the band war outcome,
and Walmart doesn’t have a replacement.
What kind of shit is that?
Making a watch with a band
that won’t last
and I can’t get a new one?
I see conspiracy in this,
when I pay money for a watch
I went to keep
but can’t replace the band.

Oh, well!
Once again
that thieving Time
has played a trick on me,
teaching me to surrender
to what I cannot change,
detaching from a watch I love…
moving on…
leaving behind…
my old way
of telling Time.

5)
I get a lot of pleasure
when I remember those who’ve died,
a field of family, friends, and pets
living boldly in my mind.

And the tragedy of death
has no meaning then.
Once you heal from grief,
you remember only fun.

Om Peace Amen

D. D. Delaney

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Dear Goddess, Sheila Duncan of Trouble The Dog fame and I were discussing today how the picture in yesterday’s prayer revealed a third dog between Mukunda and Ulysses. There’s no way of getting around it.

Sheila told me that another dog is waiting for just the right moment to come into our lives. Perhaps this dog is waiting to come BACK into our lives, from a past life. Nevertheless, there is a third dog in that picture. When I took the picture, there were only two dogs.

I just finished a chapter for Connie Ragen Green’s new Kindle book on success and productivity. The name of the chapter is: “The Baby Boomers Guide To Success And Productivity.”

It feels like a Renaissance is occurring in the world of the Internet. I personally am involved  in the “Job Escape Plan For Guerrilla Marketers”, with Andrew Neitlich; with  Pat O’Bryan’s “Wow This Is Easy” Course; with D’vora Lansky’s Virtual Book Tour and Teleseminar Academy and Brendon Burchard’s Expert Academy. Kathleen Gage and Connie Ragen Green are a few of my personal favorites, as well.

I am glad to be involved in these endeavors, because the passing of Ulysses without these learning experiences would have set me up for a major depression.

So we continue to learn. We continue to grow. In a world without end.

Om Peace Amen

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Dear Goddess, One week ago, Ulysses died in our arms. I went to work this morning at 3 AM, and one of my nursing colleagues came to me and said that her grandpa had died at exactly the same moment as Ulysses the week before.  She said  he was a real dog lover. Neither of us knew exactly what this meant, but somehow it felt very important. Certainly we were bonding in a way that we had never bonded before.

Then another one of my colleagues came to me, and recounted a story about the time she lost a dog a few years ago. She cried as she told the story because the circumstances surrounding the death were traumatic, to say the least. I will spare you the details.

I told her the story of the eight dogs that were shot to death when I lived on a commune 38 years ago. The farmer who shot the dogs did so because he hated hippies. He went on to become a Republican Congress person, and embezzled several million dollars from the Republican Party. He was one hell of a guy.

When we share our stories, we are healed or in the process of healing. Healing happens the more we feel our feelings. We don’t wait for time to heal all wounds, but ask that time is gentle as we heal.

Working with women and being with women also helps me to heal. The women I know are not afraid to express how they feel.

We celebrate our feelings, even as we cry for release.

For the tears are what wipe the spirit clean.

Om Peace Amen

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Dear Goddess, Our friend Sheila Audet, Astrology’s Astrologer, had her farewell party last evening. She is moving to Santa Fe New Mexico. She will be the resident Tarot Card and Astrology Reader at the Metaphysical Bookstore called The Arc.

She is so brave! We love her so much! Sheila will continue to be on my radio show the second Tuesday of every month at 7 PM Eastern standard time. She does Taro and Astrology readings on that show and it has become very popular! I can barely keep up with the switchboard!

Let us all say prayers for her safe journey to the wild West. May she find her true calling in this  next adventure. May she look doubt squarely in the face, and rise  to her highest destiny. May we all learn from her bravery and find our own path to liberation.

Om Peace Amen

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Dear Goddess, Today I feel Ulysses around in the spiritual realm rather than the physical. The transition happen sometime today.

I went to work this morning,  to participate in what is called a skills day, and was immediately surrounded by ten of my female colleagues who  hugged and cried with me in that moment.

Male energy in the form of six Bucks yesterday, and beautiful female energy today.

It was healing. Something in that moment was miraculously transformed.

The best way to describe it is a shift in perception.

This is called miracle mindedness, according to A Course In Miracles. A miracle is simply a change in thinking from fear to love.

Yet what are we afraid of? Are we afraid that we will never be able to love that much again?

Are we afraid that no one else will ever love us the same way again? Do we feel suddenly unloved?

Are we afraid of death? Are we afraid of the death of those we love? Are we afraid of our own death?

Stop and feel the love. Meditate morning and evening. Pray for the well-being of everyone in the world. There is no sense in denying it: We are all one.

Om Peace Amen

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Service opens the heart for giving and receiving, a flow that cannot be stopped.

Dear Goddess, I am taking Ulysses to the Grotto of Lourds in Emmitsburg Maryland, today. The last time we were there, a group of beautiful girls surrounded him and had their picture taken with him. And with our Lady Guadalupe, too!

That is where Ulysses has experienced the most healing: at the beautiful mosaic of our Lady of Guadalupe.

Today is Mukunda’s birthday. Mukunda is Ulysses soulmate. I can feel the little guy everywhere we go these last few days. Mukie passed  just four days shy of his 13th birthday, on January 6, 2010. One year later Ulysses almost died. And here we are one year later, and Ulysses is ill, again. You can’t tell me this is mere coincidence. Synchronicity, yes. Coincidence, no.

Astrology’s Astrologer will let me know the astrological significance of these events, on tonight’s radio show. Then we will take calls from people and Sheila will give Tarot Card readings and Astrological Readings. These calls have become very popular with in these last few months.

Sheila will be moving to Santa Fe New Mexico at the end of January. We will continue having her on the show. Sheila is Our Daily Bread of Kate Loving and The Collective Wisdom.

Om Peace Amen

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The art of creation is spiritual and it heals.

The Power of Kindness is the Power of Prayer:

May the greatest of healing be yours today.