Dear God/ess, Our dear friend Reverend Jo-an died early this morning at 0406. Ever since hearing the news, I’ve given up trying to function in the normal way people go about their days.
It has been a growth process for all of us who love her. And there are truly a great number of us who do.
Jo-an loved this Prayer Blog. She had her partner Sheila, Astrology’s Astrologer, read the prayers to her every day, after she got sick. Before that, she’d mull over them and discuss them with me, and I knew she appreciated them.
Jo-an was my mother’s best friend, and I kept feeling Mom’s presence around these last few weeks. This was my sign that Jo-an was readying herself for the passageway in uncharted territory.
This is the passageway that all of us will make.
Jo-an is a mystical soul. She felt and knew a great deal more than she wanted to tell. Her bottomless brown eyes told the rest of the story.
I went with Jo-an when she gave one of her last weddings, in the spring of this year. She managed to perform the wedding with much bravado, befitting the Leo Performer that she was. In fact, she just turned 87 years on July 23.
Jo-an was a feminist in life and now too, as I feel her magnificent presence. She loves her daughters and her female friends. She also loved Tomaso, whose male/ female qualities are well integrated into the Renaissance Human whom he is.
A feeling of emptiness widens in our hearts at times such as these. We fill the emptiness with nothing but love. Jo-an was saying the last few weeks of her life that the Love she was feeling was Huge and Uncontainable.
So we allow the emptiness we feel to be exactly as it is, and we allow it to expand into the Universal Void. As we do so, it transforms into something else. It joins with the wind and the rain and the aurora, the Owl and the Oak as the leaves prepare to make their seasonal change.
We rest awhile in our joy and we remember the grief which really is joy’s shadow side. We cry real tears.
We know that life is short, and we will not be far behind.
Dear God/ess, One of the wonderful things I have learned by writing prayers, and this lesson came to me spontaneously and automatically, is that I don’t need to know or have proof of why things happen, like illness, pain or crisis.
Yes, it is human nature to need proof and even statistics for the events and experiences of our lives. And when challenges arise, we all tend to want to find reasons that point to something we did or did not do to make “it” happen. People might think if they “Come To Jesus,” for instance, nothing “bad” will ever happen again. And when it does, God/ess is secretly held up as the Power that let them down.
“God is a Creator, not a custodian,” someone recently told me.
Real healing seldom occurs if we try and reason our way out of a crisis, an illness or a death.
Real healing only happens when we give up the need to know WHY, the ultimate addiction of human-kind.
Surrender to What Is. Surrender to the Universal Intelligence. Surrender to God/ess.
The act of surrendering is not a rational process, but is a mystical and radical transformation. The Leap Of Faith comes to mind, because leaping into the unknown defies our rational mind. We must develop blind courage to undergo such an adventure.
Releasing the need to know immediately brings a cheerful light into our collective heart. It also brings us immediately to this wonderful moment, the only moment there is. In this releasing and letting go, old wounds, resentments and the need to play victim vanish.
Dear God/ess, Old Baxter, friend of Mukunda, who just turned 13 last week, slipped his tether up on the hill and ran for freedom to the river.
Tom woke me up to tell me to bring a lead for Ulysses, who was the one who found Baxter stuck in the mud in the cold water. Then Ulysses picked a fight with him. From Hero to Buffoon in the space of five minute’s time.
I took muddy Uly into the house, prepared some Miracle Drops for Baxter, and went to help Tom hoist the dog up the river embankment to safety.
To the God/ess of Ulysses and Baxter and all the dogs of this world, hear this: we humans are willing to crawl around in the mud to save your lives. And even though Ulysses wanted to pick a fight with you, dear Baxter, in reality he’s the one who saved your life.
Earlier, Tom and G were going to go swimming at the Y, but G called at the last minute and canceled. Did G save your life, dear Baxter?
In reality, a whole orchestration of helpers synchronized to save your precious life.
When Mukunda was in his prime, he’d go visit Baxter on the hill sometimes three times a day. Once in a while, Muki ate Baxter’s food, but mostly he went for the comradery. Then when Ulysses joined our family, Muki and Uly went up to visit Baxter together.
One Easter, Ulysses stole an Easter Bunny toy from Baxter. Six weeks later, Baxter broke his tether and came down to our house looking for his toy. When I saw him running up the lane with bunny in mouth, looking over his shoulder to see if Ulysses was following, I immediately called his mistress.
I said, “Your dog is brilliant! He remembered where his toy bunny was for weeks and when he got away, came down to our house looking for it.
“Never underestimate the memory of a dog for his toy.”
Dear God/ess, Please pray for Ulysses. This evening (last evening by the time you read this), I took him to my favorite Vet of all time, Frank Abel, who found a tumor near his Penis that Frank had never seen before in all his years of practicing as a Veterinarian.
I want you all to send healing prayers to Ulysses, as we do our own praying, healing and meditation for him, and also for ourselves.
There is something reassuring to me that Frank Abel never saw a tumor like this before. Perhaps it’s a blood collection that gathered after Ulysses’ strenuous dog fight the other day 11/11/10, or the mile long swim he insisted on taking that very day in cold Conestoga River water.
Ulysses is back to eating and drinking water again. He also is urinating. I am not convinced he is ready to go, although if he is, I will let him go. These animals have a life of their own. Yes, Ulysses is a Zen Master, and yes, he loves us dearly.
But get him near a body of water or another dog and pure instinct takes over.
The Mechano-Magic is working to help bring peace to Ulysses tonight. The prayerful touch up and down his spine seems to be exactly what he wants and needs. The pure and simple act of doing the Mechano-Magic has released the feeling I had earlier after initially hearing the news and feeling Frank Abel’s concern over Uly’s state of health.
The Mechano-Magic healed my mother of Lymphoma many years ago. If this is Lymphoma, I will draw the energy of my mother to Ulysses and ask for her help and her healing.
James Douglass, author of “JFK And The Unspeakable” was on Moon, Moo & You: The Collective Wisdom twice.
Here is the first interview, done 7/3/2010.
This was not an easy interview, because both Joan and I have different approaches to who killed President Kennedy. But we both agree–it wasn’t who the Warren Commission says it is.
Astrology’s Astrologer will be on MoonMooYou: The Collective Wisdom this evening! We will be discussing the Astrological Chart of Johnney Depp, as well as how to engage children with Astrology by using Fairy Tales!
The show tonight was especially lovely because Ulysses, my dog, suddenly became animated and very mythic looking just before the show began and throughout the entire show!!
He was absorbing energy from the “Collective!!”
At the end of the show, Amy spoke to Ulysses personally. It was the sweetest gesture I have ever known!!
What is it like to see life symbolically, prayerfully and humbly?
What happens when we “see” through eyes that are washed clean by Divine Sight?
And what happens when we allow the mystic archetypal message to lead us to our true destiny?
Mr2020 and Carol Wingert joined us this evening and I felt as if we were sitting around a camp fire, staring into the fire, as we revealed our true selves!!
