Chapter 19

LET THERE BE UNDERSTANDING

"I Say 'Yes' to Myself"

With the approach of May and the subject of Understanding, I looked forward to new

positive energies, because in my course, I Say 'Yes' to Myself, the month always provides a

healing focus, especially for my inner child. Joanie had been very patient during the onslaught of

the April attacks; all the way through the delays of Texas's wind storms and Colorado's

snowstorms, on the outer journey; and the various inner journey dead ends and detours of

relationships.

The "April showers bring May flowers," adage also came to mind as we watched the

melting snow from April's last onslaught and saw the re-emergence of tulips and daffodils that

had had the nerve to show their pretty heads prior to that inevitable last attack of nature.

So, now we could move forward from Texas bluebonnets to "Springtime in the Rockies,"

which would mean more blooming flowers, such as lilacs and camellias. And I could ask myself,

"What can we do for fun? Do we stay at Dottie's, or do we move on to Aunt Betsy's?"

Rascal, the dog, had been spending his usual morning visit with us when he decided to go

back inside, so I asked Van to escort him into the house, ask Dottie for our leftover piece of

chicken and find out if I could search my files in their basement.

He returned with an affirmative report, announcing that everything was fine and I was

welcome. So, again the pattern had been changed from running away to remaining and moving

through the discomfort, while also getting the needed material from my files.

Doing Something in a New Way

As usual, my Daily Reading summarized the situation with the perfect words: "New

beginnings may simply be doing something in a new way with new understanding and

enthusiasm to an already established relationship or responsibility."

Having ignored my compulsion to leave, and instead remaining, I'd done something in a

different way and I had created a new beginning. The Daily Reading added, "I bring

understanding from my past and wisdom from new revelations."

I knew the entire process was another experiential aide, because twice in this Reading the

word Understanding had been mentioned. And it fit right in with my morning meditation which

I'd discussed with Van. At this new beginning, now that the April celebrations were over, I'd

asked myself and God exactly what I wanted to do, and what next step is God's Divine Plan. I

asked for Understanding and clarity in receiving the answers.

What do You Want?

The answer fit in with a revelation that many of us received in my Transformation Group

many years ago, and learned when doing the Garden of Gethsemane Process (for April). We

asked the disciple, Matthew, who represents the Will Power, "What is God's Will for me?" In

every instance, in their silent meditation, each person was told, "God's will for you is whatever

you truly want," or in some cases the answer was worded, "whatever is your heart's desire."

Most people could not accept that answer, because they couldn't face the fact that their

deeply buried "want" was in conflict with their conscious "want." For instance, so many people

want attention or nurturing more than anything else, because that need was not fulfilled in

childhood. Therefore, they receive illness or handicaps that fulfill their desired amount of

attention, even if it's from doctors.

That's why the hospitals, clinics and doctors offices are packed. How much better if

people sought this fulfillment in their church, yet many teachings do not give them a loving God

who satisfies their needs, so they turn elsewhere, such as food, alcohol or drugs; and quite

frequently they think their deep desire for nurturing will be fulfilled with money and the things

that money can buy or provide. Yet, they feel empty. That's because only knowing and

experiencing the presence of God fulfills their hunger and thirst.  

Addiction to Illness/Doctors/Medication

I became aware of my need for fulfillment that I thought was being met by doctors, and

the futility of that empty tunnel, when I worked as a volunteer in a hospital. I'd see the doctors

and nurses going into a patients room, then come out and happily discuss their next party or their

weekend plans. I began to realize that they are doing their job, but they are living their lives,

while the patients remain bedridden, handicapped or invalids dependent on their doctors and

medications; or in some cases they die.

I decided "That's not for me," and I don't even have a personal doctor, nor do I want one,

even though I was raised by my grandfather, who was a doctor. I thank God for that lesson of

Understanding that I learned early in my life. Otherwise, I would have become addicted to

illness and the doctor/medication syndrome.

What is Really Important to me?

Having learned those lessons, in my current meditation I delved into my inner self and

asked some pertinent questions: Would I change my lifestyle? Would more money make a

difference? What is really important to me? Not light-weight questions and I allowed myself the

full spectrum of options: a lavish mansion, full-time RVing, a studio apartment or whatever?

I invoked self-understanding as I affirmed, "I am Understanding," and mentally went

through some of the processes from Transformation's Twelve Powers for May.

The meditation brought forth the answer: "I want a place where I can have easy and

comfortable access to my files and storage items and where I can work on them as needed. Also,

I want to be able to park Freedom there when we're not traveling. We can live there, or not, as

God provides. And, of course, I want the normal comforts of living, such as we have now, but

also I want a phone hookup to use for my on-line activities and to be able to keep cool in the

summer and warm in the winter.

Where would I want to live? Here, Laughlin or California? We do have fun in Laughlin,

but it's too hot in the summer, and how much playtime do we want and need? The Denver area

is good because our families are here, but the cold winters leave a lot to be desired. On the other

hand, California is perfect year-around, and it is really my first choice. However, an inner voice,

not my own, reminded me that the cost of living there is a major factor, at this time, due to the

energy crisis, and it may not be a good choice.

So, okay, God, You know my inner and outer desires, wants and needs. I'll see what

doors you open, as my part in Your Divine Plan.

My Inheritance

Would money make all this possible? Not necessarily. I knew that I have an inheritance

from my dad awaiting me in a closed Trust Fund, so I asked myself, "What would I do

differently, if I had the money? And I answered, "Probably about what I'm doing now: work on

my website, courses and books; travel and visit family and friends. Maybe spend more money on

shows and entertainment, gifts, clothes and the extras, such as eating out more often. Otherwise,

I concluded that I'm quite satisfied with my lifestyle.

On the other hand, the truth is that I already have my inheritance from my Father (God),

who provides for all my wants, needs and desires. The Promise is that all I need do is ask and I

have unlimited access to live life abundantly, according to my consciousness.

As a matter of fact, I'd suggested to Van that we resume our 40-Day Prosperity Plan,

which affirms these Truths and reminds us that it's all here now, readily available and

accessible.

Our Needs, Wants and Desires are Fulfilled

Once my meditation was over, the day unfolded in Divine Order and according to God's

Divine Plan. First Rascal came for his morning visit, followed by Tweetie, while I wrote my

e-mail messages, skipping my chapter update as today would be a homemaking day, such as

laundry at Dottie's.

I was anxious to find out what news they would share about their meeting with the

former homeowners, who were also the new ones. Maybe they would suggest that Dottie and

Steve remain here as renters, although Dottie had vehemently objected, preferring a change to

something newer. So when Rascal wanted to return home, we went along for an update.

The details were not all in place, but bottom-line they would remain in the house for a

few more months, allowing them to continue with the momentum of their business without

interruption, and also to take the short trip to the Regional Convention in Wichita and then to

Oregon for a summer visit.

We had offered to stay here and feed the cats (Rascal would go with them), on both trips,

and they agreed. This plan made sense, and it wasn't until later, while searching through my files

in the basement, that I realized I would have exactly what I'd said I wanted: a convenient,

comfortable place to work with my files, a place to park Freedom, a phone hookup for my

computer, and a place to keep cool or warm; and laundry facilities as well.

God does work in mysterious ways his wonders to perform; and also to fill our wants,

needs and desires. And the miraculous part is that there is no money involved. Thank You, God.

My Daily Reading says it all with the bible quote: "Come, ye that are blessed by my

Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you" (Matthew 25: 34)

And There's More

While checking my e-mail, I read a message from Joyce announcing that she had her

computer back, but it still didn't work right and she was working with the company. Also, she

said that she accepted the new plan for our computer relationship, adding that it seemed fair.

Allright, somehow, with this new beginning of doing the same thing differently, I had a

feeling that we would now be ready, willing and able to move forward, and yet I no longer felt

pressured to get it done yesterday.  

In addition, Snow wrote that they were about to embark on their new journey, and she

wondered if it would be okay to wait until they arrived in El Paso, Texas, to take care of getting

our new INNERFREEDOM.net website activated.

My self-understanding meditations had revealed that I am not really that anxious to open

the doors for the multitudes, because I have more preparations, such as my Journey to Inner

Freedom course to finish. So, I replied to Snow that she could take her time, and again I

suggested the possibility of them becoming my Marketing Website Managers, but only when

they reached a place of feeling comfortable with the extra responsibilities, after having time to

travel and play in their new RV lifestyle.

Snow revealed another part of their plans that opened a new door: they would be coming

through Denver, after leaving Texas, and we would have an opportunity to get together. Hooray!

I explained that we would be staying at Dottie's and they could park here too. This would give us

time together to complete our website project, and I knew it was God's perfect timing. My part is

to live in the Present Moment.

The Secret of Life

We were now into our 40-Day Prosperity Program, and the preceding results were quite

obvious of its successful manifestations. Yet, with all the distractions and activities, we hadn't

been giving it our fullest attention, so this day we took time to sit down and each read our

previous entries aloud.

I loved the fact that Van and I were finally sharing this activity, because in the past we

each did our own reading and writing, and I know there is power in us working together,

combining our energies.

Since we had missed Day 9, we combined it with Day 10; the bottom-line gave us the

Secret of Life: Being aware of the Presence of God Within Me NOW; that I AM ONE.

Of course, this is another way of living in the Present Moment, and it is enhanced by

following the affirmation: I place all my attention on God as the Principle of Abundance: the

Source (Substance) of my Supply.

What a powerful realization! Makes me wonder why we so easily and quickly get side-

tracked into the worldly distractions and emotional detours, not to mention the dead ends of

limitation that the ego sets up.

Angels Create Miracles

But we have help in the form of angels (ideas from God) which can get us back on track.

As Van read from his journal: "Angels which create miracles are also a large part of

prosperity."

I like to be aware of angels, in whatever form, and to write about them, as I did in my

travel book, Seeing Places Never Seen Before when we seemed to encounter so many angels

along the way in human form.

However, I also like to remember that angels are messengers of God and they are

projections  into consciousness of a spiritual idea. When the bible speaks of angels ascending

and descending, it's referring to the imaging power of the mind receiving divine ideas and

reflecting them into the consciousness. This is an insightful bit of understanding that might shed

some light on the subject.

In fact, I've been taught that God's full power is so intense that it would utterly burn us

up, if we were to feel its full impact, so angels are energies that we can handle without being

disintegrated.

Unsinkable Molly Brown

I would love to write about my wonderful day with my oldest granddaughter, but she has

requested that I not write about her, and this, in itself, takes Understanding on my part. That's

because my writing is such an integral part of my life, and it's how I express myself and share

myself; like other grandmothers share their knitting or baking. So writing about a special day, or

time or event is how I show love. Nevertheless, she is one of the family members who consider

my writing about them to be a boundaries issue and an invasion on their privacy, so I will abide

by her request and only tell about my part in the day.

I loved the movie, Unsinkable Molly Brown with Debbie Reynolds, in her prime, about

the woman who overcame abject poverty as a miner's wife, and then became rich and fought for

her place in Denver's society.

A small part of Molly's story appeared in the recent Titanic movie, which gave an

inkling to her generosity and altruistic nature, as well as to her vivacious, determined and

controlling personality. Nevertheless, she became a hero as she helped to rescue many of the

immigrants in the hold of the ship, because she was able to speak five languages and converse

with them, guiding some of them to the boats; many of which were only half-filled. It was a

disaster of our times, but she did escape and lived to do much philanthropic services in her

lifetime for which she was recognized and honored.

The sturdy brick home is the only one remaining of the uppercrust society that she tried

to join, so in many ways, she got the last laugh. I recommend that you read her story for all the

details of her colorful life and her contribution to Denver, as well as to the country, and

especially to women with her role as a Suffragette.

We entered into the entrance hall, designed to reflect the wealth of the household to the

visitor, who seldom got beyond there, unless they were on the inner circle. If they were received,

after having their calling card accepted, they were ushered into the formal parlor, which was

never used by the family, and never entered by any children under 12.

Molly's home reflects the ultimate comforts and conveniences of those Victorian times,

such as electricity, water, heat and an indoor bathroom and modern kitchen, all of which were

quite upscale. Their are two sets of stairs to the two upper levels; one for the servants, and one

featuring a lovely stained glass window.

Her favorite room is on the second floor, although somewhat of a large hallway, but she

furnished it as a sitting room that overlooked downtown Denver and The Rocky Mountains in

those days.

To me the rooms were dark and oppressive, but they reflect the culture of those Victorian

times. A well stocked library and a formal dining were impressive first floor rooms, as well as

the modern kitchen.

The house did not seem large, compared to today's homes, however, we did not see the

informal parlor, on the main floor, nor the family living area and son's bedroom, on the third

floor. But we viewed the second floor bedrooms: the daughter's, Molly's, her husband's, and her

parent's.

In the kitchen, I recognized crockery and utensils similar to our household of the thirties,

but we did not have a biscuit maker, which looked much like an old-fashioned roller wringer.

We did, however, own a pressure-cooker, which originated in Denver, because of the high

altitude.

It was a thrill to glimpse the inside of a Denver high society home, and I enjoyed the time

with my oldest granddaughter, now in her thirties, who has reached an age when she enjoys and

appreciates time with her family, and who has learned the art of Understanding the differences

between the generations. I was delighted to become more acquainted with her, as she shared

many insights into her own life and interests. Hopefully this is not considered an infringement on

her privacy, but an expression of love.

Airica and Josh's Senior Prom

I was equally thrilled that Airica, my youngest granddaughter, insisted that we remain for

the senior prom activities. Actually, I didn't see much of her all day, because she was busy with

last minute preparations, such as having her hair done. I did get a glimpse of her high-fashion

hair style, as she returned, but she was late and rushed downstairs to get ready.

Soon she emerged looking like a princess, with her sparkling light-pinkish brocade

strapless formal, matching purse and shoes, and elegant hairstyle. And Josh looked like Prince

Charming in his black tuxedo and silver vest and tie.

We took pictures of them exchanging corsage and boutonniere, and then they rushed out

the door, because they were late to meet their friends at the limousine rendezvous. Dottie and

Steve drove them in a swirl of activity, and our part was over, as we returned to our peaceful

abode.

Well, not quite. Within a short time Dottie and Steve's care squealed into the driveway

and someone muttered, "She forgot her Release Form for the limousine driver." They frantically

searched everywhere to no avail.

In the meantime, a black limo drove by, turned around and stopped, announcing that

someone had ordered a limo. I called Steve and they got the matter straightened out; apparently

it was a mistake, because the group had a different one.

Time passed and I became stressed too, while standing around outside. In the meantime, I

struck up a conversation with the neighbor lady for the first time and discovered that she's a very

nice, friendly person.

Suddenly Van called me to look down the street, and there came the big long white

stretch-limo. It parked and Airica and Joshed frantically rushed into the house to assist in the

search.

In the meantime, the other couples got out and we were able to see the entire group: the

beautiful girls in their lovely gowns and the handsome guys in their tux's. And I got to take more

pictures, while chatting with the limo driver: a good looking, thirtysomething fellow who told

me that he's working his way through college. He'd started through medical school, but it

became too costly, so he'd switched his major to broadcasting. I could easily see him as a News

Anchor, or about anything else he aspired to do. We had a long visit, and I later told Dottie that

he would be an excellent candidate for their business.

Josh had been zipping back and forth in a frantic frenzy, between searches, and at one

point I'd glimpsed Airica in the garage having a cigarette and in tears. But it wasn't until later

that Steve told me she returned downstairs and started praying. Just then he reached behind the

inside dresser drawers and found the elusive Release Form. It was then brought outside and

everyone signed it. Steve told us that one of the Agreements is no drinking, and if anyone does

drink the driver would stop and have everyone leave the limo. Now, as Grandmother, I especially

liked that rule. And also the one that required a responsible person to be by a phone the entire

time, in case they were needed to retrieve their wayward promster.

As stressful as Airica's dilemma, it was only one drama of the event; another one was

playing out with another boy who had missed the limo rendezvous and was hurrying to reach this

one, when he got stopped by a policeman for speeding. Somehow, he talked his way out of a

ticket and finally came wheeling around the corner and zoomed right by us. The other guys said

he was still getting dressed in his car, as he stopped, then turned around and returned just in time

to sign the Release Form.

The driver told me that such high drama is normal procedure for a prom, and it's how the

individuals handle it that shows their true character. All in all, this group had done okay,

between cigarettes to relieve their stress.

After they had left and we were riding with Dottie and Steve to get hamburgers (who

could think about cooking in all this drama?), they both commented on how well Airica had

handled the situation, and we realized that she had maintained her cool, despite the desperate

drama that depended totally on her.

I wondered what lessons she'd learned from the ordeal, and assumed that it was probably

a more valuable one than most of her years in school had provided. Indeed, our girl is growing

up right in front of  her proud family and friends.

Memories

While driving to Burger King, we all reminisced about our senior proms: Dottie hadn't

gone, because her boyfriend broke his collar bone and couldn't go. In retrospect, she realized

that was pretty codependent, but that's what happened. I remembered that I'd gone with my

Great Love, an older professional hockey player, and I wore a borrowed lavender formal and an

orchid. That's about all I remember from over fifty-years ago.

The guys didn't have much to say, but they didn't do limo's in those days, of course,

because there weren't any, for one thing; and who could afford them, if there were. It just wasn't

done. Steve said that he wore a borrowed suit and bought a corsage for his date, but Van had

worn a tux and even went out to dinner first, in addition to buying the corsage for Ginger, whom

he dated at the time. He'd also picked up his date in his own car. But, of course, he was a man of

means, having worked for United Airlines for at least a year as a fueler. On the other hand, their

prom was at the high school gym, not the downtown Denver Athletic Club, that Airica and Josh

attended.

I remembered that my prom was at the Masonic Temple in a downtown Portland

building. As to dinner, or after prom party, that didn't happen. It's all pretty vague, and I have no

pictures to refresh my mind; they weren't taken by the family, nor were they taken at the prom.

In fact, as I write, I'm wondering if I have my senior prom mixed up with several others that I

attended. This could require a search of my Diaries, which I still have stored in Dottie's

basement, but probably can't find.

After the Prom

Oh well, that was then and this is now. And life goes on. The four family members, and

Arianna, were all going to Wichita, Kansas, to a Regional Meeting for their business. Arianna

rode with two other business associates, leaving from here around 10:00 p.m. But the others

didn't leave until 5:00 a.m., when the After-Prom party ended. Needless to say, Van and I did not

wait up to bid them a safe trip, but I did awake and say a quick prayer, before falling back to

sleep.

A Sidelight

Two years ago this month the kids Airica's age faced the reality of death and its

aftermath at the Columbine Massacre. Airica had been attending the school, but had quit to do

homeschooling. However, she had intended going to the school that morning to pick up some of

her belongings, overslept and missed the tragic event. Nevertheless, her friends had been there

and she became immersed in the healing process.

This year, the day before graduation, a senior athlete (soccer) at Bear Creek, where

Airica now attends, suddenly died from a brain hemorrhage. She said that she was walking down

the hall when she heard the news and it caused a flashback to the Columbine tragedy.

Some of his friends did not attend their prom as a tribute to their classmate, but one of

the girls commented that he would have wanted them to continue with their plans.

It's a sad commentary that this graduating class has been plagued by so much tragedy

while so young. I pray that it will, somehow, serve them in a positive way as they move forward

with their lives.

Comings and Goings

Although staying put, Van and I were moving forward with our lives too, while the

family journeyed to Wichita and back. We'd agreed to remain parked at the house, feed the

animals and keep Rascal company, because he goes into a funk when they leave. However, this

time we kept him occupied by going with Van for the weekly trip to Flying J, and also he got two

walks when they accompanied me to church and then met me.

We took advantage of the empty house to go on-line and check my website, especially

the links, in preparation for Snow putting us out in the universe. Once I found the errors, Van

made the corrections. And before we knew it, the family had returned; but not until midnight

Sunday.

By this time, Rascal had tired of our routine and he was ready for his family activities

and excitement, which meant he was slipping into his funk. Rolling his Australian Shepherd

body into a ball on the couch and rolling his eyes listlessly no matter how hard we tried to cheer

him up. Because of this, Van decided that we should wait until the family returned, before

heading out, so Rascal would be preoccupied with their return, instead of our departure.

As we rolled down the darkened streets, I said, "Isn't this a great lifestyle, we just move

our home, in the middle of the night, to our next destination?"

Van smiled and he didn't mind driving the short distance to Camping World, where we

had an early appointment to replace the mal-functioning new toilet.

Once that was done, we treated ourselves to a big breakfast at the Country Cafe, across

the highway, and then rolled on down the road to Golden, where we renewed our smog check.

We collected our mail, in Golden, and then took I-470, along the foothills, to Quincy

Street, which took us past the Federal Prison where Timothy McVeigh had been incarcerated,

during his trial. Now, we reflected on his upcoming execution and I wondered what brings

people to commit such heinous crimes.

I recalled that Adam Martin had gone through a manic period when he wrote letters

telling of his intention to blow up various facilities. In his case, it's a chemical disorder, and I'm

convinced the same is true with others whose minds malfunction. I'm also certain that the

influence of violent movies, TV, games and Internet input is greatly responsible for the increase

in crime.

In fact, passing near Columbine High School, across from Costco and Wal-Mart, I

thought of the two boys who performed that massacre, and the recent revelations that they had

learned most of their crime strategy on-line. In fact, people had been aware of it and tried to get

the authorities to do something about it, but nothing was done.

I wonder how long it will take before everyone takes responsibility for the crime and

violence and refuse to watch such trash. The sad truth is that it's hard to avoid. For instance, I

looked in the newspaper to select a movie to attend with my granddaughter and every one was

listed with violence, language and sexuality. And this is what our young people, along with

everyone else, has to see, if they want to go to the movies. Such a tragedy!

But, for us, the day's excitement would be shopping at Costco and Wal-Mart, and then

parking for the night. The big thrill came with having the pictures of our recent family

celebrations developed and reliving all the fun, as well as seeing Airica in her lovely gown.

We could have driven on to Aunt Betsy's, but we wanted a few nights on our own,

although she wasn't home anyway, having gone to Durango to attend her grandson's college

graduation.

The next day, when we finally arrived at her house, the neighbor was all worried that

Aunt Betsy hadn't arrived home the day before as planned. We fretted about this and I called a

few of Van's family members, but no one was home, so it wasn't until that night we learned that

she'd stayed an extra day and would arrive that night.

In the meantime, Van and I took advantage of the opportunity and took the computer and

scanner into the house and began scanning pictures into the computer.

The next two days Aunt Betsy had to spend time at her brother's, so we got more

scanning done, and also transferred "Unmasked: the Freedomers," my book that accompanies the

"Understanding Course," into the website.

It's There All the Time

The point of all this is that we had resumed studying our 40-Day Prosperity Plan and we

had been deepening our understanding and awareness of God, as the Source of our abundance,

and recognizing that He provides for our every want, need and desire, "according to our

consciousness." In other words, it's there all the time in the unformed energy (Divine

Substance), and once we recognize and call it forth, it manifests accordingly.

For me, having a place to be on-line and work on my website was a high priority, and I'd

been thinking that we would need to find a place to settle down in order for that to happen. But

the Universe had provided us the places and opportunity to do what I needed and wanted to do,

and it hadn't required a costly apartment. In other words, we could maintain our desired lifestyle

and still get our needs-wants met.

As I'm writing, I realize that "According to Your Consciousness," is one of the subjects

that is covered in my "Understanding Course," and also Unmasked. Now these words are

flowing from me while I am writing about "Understanding," without my having to think about

what to say or how to say it. The words are simply appearing on the page. I love it!

The Secret of Life

This "Flow of Life," is available to everyone at anytime, but most of us are not aware of

it, and therefore do not call forth these energies into expression as the fulfillment of our wants,

needs and desires. That is because we have so many thoughts, attitudes and beliefs that block the

flow and keep it from manifesting as the good that we desire. And, it is also because our

unconscious needs supersede the conscious wants.

For instance, the need for attention, nurturing or sympathy can cause illness that requires

the doctor's attention and nurturing, and brings forth sympathy from others. We knew a person

who had been in pain for over ten years. He had gone to every clinic and received every kind of

treatment, yet he continued to be in pain. Soon after he used our products, the pain left and he

was free. But within a short time his unconscious self realized that it no longer got the attention,

nurturing and sympathy that he wanted, so the pain returned and resumed his trips to the doctor,

who had become his god. Thus what he really wanted superseded what he thought he wanted.

The need to control influences more of our failed fulfillments than most people realize.

In other words, it becomes a higher priority than the opposite, surrender, which is necessary

before we can reach the level of understanding that allows the free flow of life's energies to

fulfill our heart's desires.

These are only two examples of the blocks that keep us from receiving the flow of life

that fulfills our true wants and unless you understand what is blocking your heart's desires, you

will not hear what is being written and you will not receive them.

Nevertheless, the Secret of Life is being aware of the Inner Presence and that I AM ONE,

and It is always available NOW. In other words, living in the Present Moment and being aware

of your oneness.

Of course, these are just words, until they become real and you live your life accordingly.

That's what's meant by "According to your consciousness": what you think, feel and believe

based on your experiences and influences. And changing them is like turning around a ship at

full throttle. Nevertheless, making the necessary transitions can bring forth your heart's desires.

God's Perfect Time

I'm not saying that I always have this Secret of Life handled with all of my needs and

wants fulfilled, but I know that if they are not, then it's something within me that needs to be

adjusted or changed.

Or, in some instances it's a matter of God's timing in order for all the details to be

completed.

For instance, the time it is taking for my website to be ready to go Out in the Universe.

When we began checking through it, we realized how much more needs to be completed and

properly linked. Also, it's a matter of Rick and Snow's timing too, when they will have time to

complete their agreement to get the website onto the search engine and other places. But, I know

that it is all working together in God's perfect time.

One example of this is that we managed to make it to Aunt Betsy's house, not only to

work on the website, but also to have a comfortable warm place to sit out the current snow storm

that has lasted three days and is expected to continue for another full day. We spend the night

and mornings in our own home, but it does get cold and takes a lot of heat, so it's nice to be able

to visit with Aunt Betsy during the days.

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The day we left Aunt Betsy's, we completed some scanning and other projects, then got

on the road, heading to Flying J. Within a short time, the skies had turned black, as they will do

in Colorado, and soon we saw dirt blowing along the ground, pushed by strong winds that were

blowing the flags from the west and then south, alternately.

Suddenly it became a fearful experience, just driving along the streets, and we decided to

avoid the crowded freeways, as we eyed the roiling dark clouds and wondered which way the

storm was headed: were we going into, or away from its wrath?

We knew that thunder and lightning were forecast for this afternoon, and we hoped to

make it to Flying J, before the outbreak. Heading east the skies were clearer, but looking back,

toward Aunt Betsy's, the clouds appeared darkest, so we had escaped just in time. Yet, as we

turned north, the sky became ominous with high dark thunder clouds. Again we wondered: were

we driving right into it? Or was it heading northeast?

We plodded through the evening commute traffic, watching the shifting clouds, as they

lifted from the west, exposing the snow-covered peaks of The Rockies. Fingers of rain clouds

reached earthward, though not touching the ground.

Again, we turned toward the east, and then north toward Flying J. The wind was blowing,

as we pulled into Flying J and parked. No use for Van to dump or fuel now, until we knew what

the storm was doing. Instead, we ate a late lunch and watched the shifting clouds heading from

west and north to the east.

In the meantime, as we ate, the commute traffic was clearing. And by the time we

finished, the clouds had passed by, without the thunder and lightning, and the Weather News

said the storm had passed.

We were thankful that we had made it safely to Flying J, without mishap, and we

wondered about staying put. However, the noise from generators of surrounding trucks became

annoying, so I urged Van to refuel and dump so we could cross I-70 in the lighter traffic time.

Indeed, the drive, looking into the sunset over The Rockies, was delightful in the

aftermath of the earlier tempest, and we were safely settled at Camping World, overlooking a

small lake surrounded by the light greenery of newly sprouted leaves. Much better than the

roaring generators at Flying J.

In the morning, looking out the window at two black and white magpies sitting on a

fence viewing the scene, I thanked God for guiding us to push forward to this peaceful setting.

Another lesson became apparent: when God speaks, we must listen, hear and follow. Once we

had settled down at Flying J, the temptation to remain outweighed the urge to move. Yet, the

Guidance was strong enough to get my attention and then to uproot Van from his comfort zone.

We were both delighted that we had listened and followed, so we could awake to this

pleasant setting, close to our Mail Box in Golden, and make it to Dottie's for the mid-afternoon

meeting.

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