Weather on 10/26/2010

this is what we woke up to today:

from the NOAA website:

High Wind Warning

URGENT - WEATHER MESSAGE
NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE CHICAGO IL
1124 AM CDT TUE OCT 26 2010

...DAMAGING WINDS POSSIBLE TODAY...

WINNEBAGO-BOONE-MCHENRY-LAKE IL-OGLE-LEE-DE KALB-KANE-DUPAGE-COOK-
LA SALLE-KENDALL-GRUNDY-WILL-KANKAKEE-LIVINGSTON-IROQUOIS-FORD-
LAKE IN-PORTER-NEWTON-JASPER-BENTON-
INCLUDING THE CITIES OF...ROCKFORD...BELVIDERE...WOODSTOCK...
WAUKEGAN...OREGON...DIXON...DEKALB...AURORA...WHEATON...CHICAGO...
OTTAWA...OSWEGO...MORRIS...JOLIET...KANKAKEE...PONTIAC...
WATSEKA...PAXTON...GARY...VALPARAISO...MOROCCO...RENSSELAER...
FOWLER

A HIGH WIND WARNING REMAINS IN EFFECT UNTIL 8 PM CDT /9 PM EDT/
THIS EVENING.

* WINDS...SOUTHWEST AT 30 TO 40 MPH...WITH GUSTS TO 60 MPH.

* IMPACTS...NON SECURE OBJECTS MAY BECOME AIRBORNE. FALLING TREE
LIMBS AND POWER OUTAGES ARE LIKELY...WITH TRAFFIC SIGNALS ALSO
EXPECTED TO BE AFFECTED RESULTING IN SIGNIFICANT TRAVEL
DELAYS. TRAVEL WILL ALSO BECOME DIFFICULT...WITH HIGH PROFILE
VEHICLES BECOMING DIFFICULT TO CONTROL.

PRECAUTIONARY/PREPAREDNESS ACTIONS...

A HIGH WIND WARNING MEANS A HAZARDOUS HIGH WIND EVENT IS EXPECTED
OR OCCURRING. SUSTAINED WIND SPEEDS OF AT LEAST 40 MPH OR GUSTS
OF 58 MPH OR MORE CAN LEAD TO PROPERTY DAMAGE.

it is still and peaceful now; but this morning at 6 a.m. it was very dark and extremely windy. 60,000 people lost their electrical power because of downed power lines. Flights our of O'Hare have been canceled as well.

We keep checking Olivia's flight info for updates, but so far so good.

The wind was whistling and moaning through every crack; and all night long the bedroom door was rattling.

Maris loved this kind of weather. Maybe he wanted to let us know he is thinking of us. so he sent a nice windstorm our way.

My Twin Soul

Maris may be my twin soul.

Perhaps this lifetime with Maris was preparation for a future lifetime in which we will continue working together.

How can we ever know? We can only listen to what is in our hearts.

Some things are true on an emotional or spiritual level but not true on a physical or intellectual level. Truth may be a very personal and private thing.

In any event, the main ritual we chose for this year's Goddess Festival was Sirius, Star of Isis, and its theme was twin souls.

Olivia says another characteristic of Indigos is that they live on an intellectual or mental level, rather than an emotional level. They do not display much feeling. Olivia thinks perhaps Maris and I needed this incarnation in order to learn about the nature of deep and traumatic feeling, and its effect on humans.

The nature of the mind is to understand; to find meaning; and to solve problems. That is its job.

In the face of mystery, the human brain struggles desperateley to make sense of things that are not logical or reasonable. Suicide is the greatest mystery of all. And so we struggle more despaerately than ever to understand.

The twin soul is that without which the other is not complete. It is a part of us that broke off lifetimes or aeons ago. The 2 parts of this soul need to be together.

It will always be a great mystery. All we can do is trust and accept.

Gayle Mack

Our friend Gayle, who lives in Georgia, visited Chicago this past weekend to spend time with Olivia and me. We have not seen Gayle since 1993, when we were all together for the first time in Chicago. We celebrated an early Samhain together on October 23, and the next morning Gayle did a wonderful healing on Ray and me to help us move beyond the deep grief we feel at the loss of Maris into a state where we can feel joy and gratitude when we think of him.

The healinbg was an amazing experience. Several times in the course of the healing, I became dizzy; and a couple times, my body seemed to disappear so I could not feel anything from the neck down. This indicated a moment of re-integration during which my various physical and neural systems tried to re-set themselves. Our souls had become fragmented from the trauma of what happened to Maris, and Gayle helped us put ourselves back together.

A lot happened during the healing, and there is a still a lot for us to process. But we are doing what we can to heal ourselves, and are more grateful than we can ever express to the dear people who are helping us in so many ways.

Star Children and Indigos

Olivia is here. She is leaving this afternoon. She was here one year ago, when we received the news about Maris.

Olivia and I spent a couple hours this morning having a long leisurely breakfast conversation, as we do every morning when she is here. We talked a lot about Maris.

Olivia knows Maris is alive on the Inner Planes, and she knows he is happy. But she says our sorrowful and remorseful thoughts make him sad.

She told me about her experiences with Indigo Children. She says they really are different, and they suffer in this world. The Star People incarnate on this world to help humanity; but their frequency is higher, and that of this world is lower, and so they feel trapped and unhappy. They have a hard time making themselves understood. They feel isolated and depressed. Sometimes they take their own lives at an early age for this reason; and when their spirits are released they are at once again.

Olivia speculates that Maris may have been an Indigo or a Star Child.

We know he was different, that he had a hard time making himself understood, and that he was disillusioned with the way things are in this world.

Olivia keeps reminding me that Maris had a special mission on this earth, and it was time for him to leave. She reminds us he is alive but in a different form, and we will see him again.

She wants us to remember him in a joyful way.

October 26, 2010

I have survived for one year without Maris.

I have lost my fear of death.

I love you, Maris. I will love you forever.

From today's The Daily Beast:

"WAR AT HOME
4. Soldier Suicides Called Emergency
Expect the number of suicides among American soldiers to increase, the top U.S. military official said Wednesday, as the more troops come home after years of wartime service. "The emergency issue right now is suicides'' said Admiral Mike Mullen, chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Over the weekend, Fort Hood, in Texas, saw four suicides, including one murder-suicide. To combat the trend, military officials have tried to lengthen the time between deployments and increase awareness of the threat..."

Sometimes I wonder fi Maris's military duties triggered PTSD from past life memories, of which he would speak to family and friends. He recalled bits and pieces of past lives on battlefields in the Middle Ages, the Third reich, etc.

My friend Laughs-A-Lot (Uyetsiga Udodi) sent this to me. It is always a good poem to read and re-read. I wish I had thought of sending it to Maris last year.

I have read it a few times today, to remind myself of why I am still here.

Invictus

by

William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Labor Day 2010

Maris left for Lackland AFB on Labor Day, 2006. Any day now, his 4 year commitment would have been over, and he would have been coming home.

I have just started reading a book by Rudolf Steiner called Staying Connected.: How To Continue Your Relationships With Those Who Have Died.

At the very beginning of the book are 2 quotations from Steiner's writings:

"This is what it comes down to: that we learn to experience that those who have passed through the gate of death have only assumed another form. Having died, they stand before our feelings like those who, through life circumstances, have traveled to distant lands, whither we can follow them only later. We have therefore nothing to bear but a time of separation. "

and

"Know the spiritual world! Then, among the many other blessings that humanity will gain will be this: that the living and the dead will be able to form a unity."

I have spent this year working on myself. It will not bring Maris back; but it is a gift I can offer him: that I will bring less unfinished business with me into the afterlife.

If I had known who and what I was...if I knew how to listen to my own inner guidance...Maris would not have had to suffer. As it was, he paid a huge price to wake me up.

A year ago, in one of those twilight lands between sleep and wakefulness, Aidoneos, the God of the Underworld, said to me, "Are you ready for what will come?" and because I misunderstood him, I said "Yes." I did not ask him who or what he meant.

And that is the way I have lived my whole life. I have always had everything, and I have always lost it all.

This lifetime, for me, hs been about the need for purification. I may have purged, but not purified. It has been one bad decision after another.

Yet there was beauty and some good decisions mixed on. Maris was one of the most beautiful things that ever came to me.

I do not want to make the same mistakes in a future lifetime with him.

One of the nurses who cared for me after maris was born told me he would be a source of healing to me. I wonder what she meant. I wonder if this is what she meant.

I love you, Maris. I wish you were coming home.

On this Labor Day, I offer you the gift of my labor. I am working very hard on myself, so that I will be better able to help others. Never having worked on myself, I had only emptiness to offer you.

Stripes, 1995? - 2010

We had to put our dear kitty, Stripes, to sleep last Wednesday, September 18.

She fell down around 9:15 pm, and could not get up again. Both hind legs seemed paralyzed. She was panting and crying, and could not hold up her head. Whatever happened must have been very painful and frightening. I carried her downstairs and felt as if she wanted to use her litterbox, which she did. But then she fell down again. All we could think of to do was rush her to the local animal emergency medical care facility.

There, they could not give us hopeful news. They gave Stripes a massive dose of pain killers in order to examine her. They said the blood glucose in her hind legs was around 100, and double that in the front legs, which seemed to indicate lack of blood flow to the hind legs. They thought that meant a blood clot had lodged in her aorta and cut off blood to the second hind leg. Her heartbeat was also irregular. They thought it was a stroke or a heart attack.

We felt that Stripes's time had come. We wanted her to be jealed and whole, but did not want the cure to be more painful than the illness. We felt the time had come to release her from this life without Maris.

We told her over and over how much we loved her, and how grateful we were that she had come to live with us. We thanked her for all the love she gave to Maris over the years. We called on Bast and Great Mystery to look after her in the Spirit World.

We were with her to the very end. I feel sure Maris was there to meet Stripes on The Other Side.

We carried her home and buried her under the cherry tree in our back yard, with other members of our animal family.

We will always love you, Stripes. You are the best, most beautiful cat who ever lived.

Dream, August 16, 2010

I dreamed that I was hugging Maris. We were surrounded by pure sly blue light, rose light, and white light. He was speaking in questions, He said to me, "What am I feeling? am I happy?"

I am not sure of the meaning of the conversation. Is he trying to figure out how he feels? Am I asking myself what he is feeling, or what i am feeling?

Was it hard for Maris to do that in life? is it easier now? is he having to learn it all over againnow?

Here we are again, speaking in questions.

But the feeling of hugging Maris again was wonderful, and something positive i can associate with him, rather than so many regretful, sad thoughts.

Stripes

Stripes loved Maris. He was her favorite human. She sat on his lap for hours when he played computer games, and she liked to sleep on top of him.

Stripes is not feeling well. She has been limping.

Something happened to her leg during a time when I was not with her.

Was it an injury, or was it a disease? was it due to my neglect? was it something I could have prevented?

whatever is happening to Stripes is similar to what happened to Maris insofar as I am finding myself asking the same questions: was this something I could have prevented? did I cause it to happen?

Stripes has retained her sweet and loving disposition. She is a strong and brave cat.

Her vet, Dr. Currigan, says catss' behavior reflects "Survival of the fittest." when they don't feel well, they hide, so that they survive.

Stripes has been stoical, just like Maris.

Here is the latest from her vet:
"We do not have all of Stripes’ laboratory results in yet, but we do have most results back. On her blood and urine tests, the only significant finding was an elevated white blood cell count. An increased white blood cell count is consistent with either infection or inflammation (and sometimes with cancer as well – usually because of the associated inflammation of the cancer). Everything else on her blood work looks fine (kidneys, liver, thyroid, protein level, etc.). Her blood potassium was slightly low, but that may have just been due to stress. Stripes’ urine was well concentrated (or not watery) – which means her kidney function is good. We may want to put Stripes on an antibiotic for the high white blood cell count, but I would like to hold off on that until we get all the test results back.

On the radiologist report, he, too, is concerned about the masses in the lungs - with cancer, or infection (fungal, bacterial), parasites (less likely) being possibilities.

We do not yet have back they results of the aspirate of the leg swelling, but hopefully I will have those back by Friday and will call you then."

Eventually we will get a fuller idea of what 's up with Stripes.

But she has missed maris very much.

She sits outside his room when the door is closed. We brought her upstairs, away from the other cats who might bother her, in an attempt to help her get some rest and relaxation.

She has taken up residence in Maris's room. So her food, water, and litter tray are there too, so that Stripes does not have to use her sore leg to get up and down the stairs.

When she is there, I think she communes with maris. Maybe she feels safe there, where she was always happiest.

I think she really wants to be with Maris.

Maris's Nissan

I just learned yesterday that Maris's Nissan is finally being auctioned off today.

At least I think it is.

This year has been a series of one heartache after another.

Maris loved his Nissan. He worked on it and cared for it in a very devoted way. He had it running extremely well. He loved going for long rides all over Oahu in it. It brought him a lot of happiness.

Then he lent it to someone.

And the Nissan got totaled.

I remember maris calling me, very down, and practically in tears. I felt his heart was broken. And my own heart broke for him.

Maris was so far away. I could not reach through the wires to hug him. I did what I could to console him. I am not sure it help much. All I could do was say helplessly, over and over, "Maris, I am so sorry that happened." HNot much else I could do.

It was one if a series of blows that hurt him all through 2009.

Maris bought another car, because he really needed a car, and began working on that one, too. But it was not as good as the Nissan, and he felt a bit discouraged in spite of continuing to work on it.

I recently acquired a new car, too.

It got me to thinking about vehicles in a general way.

How our cars can be one of the outer faces we present to the world, and a shell that protects and shields our frail physical beings. How we should be more grateful to them than we are. They carry precious cargo, and enable us to do things we could never do on our own...at leas5t not without as horse and / or a wagon.

Maris's Nissan served him well, and I am grateful to it.

Which is why it broke my heart that it was so neglected.

We are the soul of our cars. We inhabit them, almost the way we inhabit our houses, and the way our sould inhabit our bodies.

Our bodies are the temples of our soul and spirit. They are the physical vehicle that conveys our mind and soul through teh physical world, and anchors our brain to the physical world so that it can picks up tghoughts and our hearts can pick up intuitions.

We need to respect and honor our bodies more. We need to respect and honor our cars more, too.

Over the years I have thought many unpleasant things about my car. I have owned a couple lemons. I have owned a series of extremely elderly cars that became black holes that sucked in all the money in the world, and spent more time in the repair shop than in my garage.

In the last couple years, I began to thank my car every morning as I walked away from it in the parking lot. I thanked it for getting me to work safely. I thanked it for all the times it started right up, in the coldest days of winter. I thanked it for its brakes not failing at crucial moments. I thanked it for not over-heating at inconvenient times. I thanked it for letting its timing belt break on a quiet side street close to home rather than on the highway. I thanked it for doing its best in spite of my tremendous ignorance about cars, and my semi-benign neglect.

I wanted so much to give my car good thoughts, and surround it with good energy, rather than think horrible things about how the car has done much damage to the ecology of our country; and that we are responsible for enabling the oil companies to work their evil will on the world. I wanted those things for Maris's Nissan, too.

That is why it broke my heart when, months ago, I first learned the poor Nissan was sitting there, neglected, where it was towed after it was totaled.

I had thought that we had given permission to deal with the Nissan constructively back when we were in Hawaii for Maris's memorial. I assumed it would be given to a worthy charity, or even to a worthy individual. It certainly deserved better than to sit and languish after it had served Maris so faithfully.

As soon as I learned of that instance, I contacted people and made inquiries to see what could be done. We tried to contact charities on Oahu, but the ones we contacted seemed to be the wrong ones, and did not seem to want to help us. So we allowed the people who were actually on Oahu to deal with it. We sent the title, so there would be no problems in transferring ownership to the

My life has been a series of mistaken assumptions. I try to follow up on things, but my attempts at followup seem to also be a series of mistaken assumptions.

I truly thought that this time the car had been properly treated and towed away to wherever they keep them until the auction takes place. Upon failing to locate a charity that seemed to want the car, we gave permission to auction it off so that Hickam Base would somehow benefit in some small way.

Imagine the shock and discouragementI felt yesterday upon learning that the car was to be auctioned today, but that it had been left sitting still in that same place all these months.

It really deserved better treatment.

Many things went through my mind. How Oahu was so far away....and I had no way to know what was really going on with the car....and how I really had no way of knowing what was going on withg Maris.

I also thought that now we knew why every now and then a wave of low energy would pass through us...just as sometimes it had when Maris was going through something difficult. But we were so far away, and sometimes maris would not tell us much about what was going on with him....and no one told us much about what was going on with his car, either.

I think about the disrespectful way in which we treat our own temples, our own bodies. How we show how we really feel about our fellow drivers by the way we treat each other on the road....behavior we would not engage in quite as freely face to face, because we allow our cars to take the hits for us...as if they were some sort of shield we hide behind.

I think about how our physical embodiment is so fragile, and how dependent our spirit is on this fragile shell that anchors us to this physical plane.

I think of that dear Nissan, irreparably damaged. I think of my dearest, dearest, most treasured Maris, irreparably damaged. I cry out in agony for them.

Is there a heaven for cars? Do androids dream of electric sheep?

Be at peace, dear golden Nissan. thank you for being so good to Maris. Thank you for taking him places, and bringing him home again. Thank you for serving him so well.

Forgive me for not dealing sufficiently well with the enormous distance to Oahu. Forgive me for not following through all the way to the end. Forgive myinadequacy.

Thank you, dear beautiful golden Nissan, for being so good to Maris. I love you and thank you

Thank you, dear beautiful Maris, for being my son for this all too short span if time. I love you and I thank you.

I will see Maris again, in the spirit world. I am doubtful about the car, though, .and I am regretful for not treating it better. It did not deserve this kind of end.

Farewell, dear golden Nissan, and thank you yet again. I wish you did not have to leave Maris so soon

I love you forever, dear Maris, I wish you didnot have to leave us so soon.

I am so sorry I failed you both.

Atterbury Circle Video

MSgt. Ben David shared this YouTube video with us. It shows Maris's memorial
brick, and the surrounding monument, so you can better picture where it is.

Click here.

Winter Solstice 2006

Here is our dear friend Anna, who later helped us so much regarding Oahu, its deities, special inhabitants, etc.


...and a Merry Yule to you, too!