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The Discovery on Netflix

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Have you seen the Netflix movie called The Discovery?

I watched it the other night and it brought up a lot of questions that maybe you have pondered as well – for example –

What happens after death?

I find The Discovery an interesting answer to that question.  I would love to hear if you have seen the movie and what you thought of it.  In case you haven’t heard of the movie, below is the trailer in case you’re interested.

Feel free to share any thoughts you may have!

Shine On!

xo

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Father Figure – Book Review

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Jay’s first book, Watching Glass Shatter gave me an unproductive next day because he kept me up all night!  Knowing how the first one went, I was smart and started this one on a weekend!

While I didn’t know what to expect, I really liked this book.  I liked the way we moved back and forth between time periods, but in a logical way.  You know how some books weave a story, but you get lost?  Not with this one!  But you’ll get the opportunity to figure out the puzzling bond that the characters share.

As male author, I thought it was interesting how he was writing from the younger female points of view which I found amazing that he’s so versatile.  Full of family drama/saga,  suspense and an intricate plot, it’s a great read.

You can find Jay here on his blog – this is the link to his first book!  Jay’s got book reviews, travel stories, his dog stories (RIP Ryder and welcome Baxter!) along with his 365 Challenge and all sorts of fun stuff!  Take a moment to blog hop!  He’s such a sweet guy with lots of friends.  You won’t be disappointed!

Shine On!

xo

What Would You Do If You Only Had Three Weeks To Live?

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Because my friend’s dad was told he had only three weeks to live, it made me think – What would I do if I only had three weeks to live?  So I’m asking the question to you as well.

What Would You Do If You Only Had Three Weeks To Live?

Three weeks isn’t a long time and yet, I feel as if it gives us a little time to prepare.  But let’s face it, we’re never really prepared for our own death or for anyone else’s, are we?  I know that for myself, I’m not.  For that matter, nothing is certain in life and none of us really knows how long we have here on earth.

So what would you do with your last remaining three weeks? 

Travel?  See faraway family and friends?

How would your life change?

Would you be more proactive?

Would you hole up and isolate?

Would you feel invigorated like you had to accomplish your bucket list now or never?

Or would you fall into the deepest depression ever?

Would you rethink your relationships?

Would you have those hard conversations that you’ve been avoiding?

Would you be a wild child and throw caution to the wind even if you’ve been cautious your whole life?

Would you write your memoirs?

Would you feel the need to go to church more often?

Would you suddenly exercise or stop exercising?

Would you eat dessert first?

Would you mend those broken fences or would you break them?

Would you do something you’ve always been afraid to do like sky diving or swimming with sharks?

Would you want to have your loved ones surrounding you or would you want to be alone?

Would you spend all your money that you have left frivolously or would you make sure that what you’re leaving to your loved ones is secure?

I’m interested in hearing what you are thinking so please share!

Shine On!

xo

 

Friendship Lifts Us

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“The circles of women around us

weave invisible nets of love

that carry us when we’re weak

and sing with us when we are strong.”

A long time friend’s Mom passed away recently.  As the text went out to all the girls, letting us know, we rallied as we often do in the face of sadness.  Exactly one month later, we received the news that her Dad passed away.  Both parents in such a short period of time is devastating to me.  I can’t even imagine her pain and sadness.

We all feel her pain for we have parents too.  Some of us still have parents living and others have mourned the loss of our parents’ demises in all different forms.  But what keeps us together is the bond of friendship we share.

I find it interesting that the group who surrounds my friend is a mixture of girls from high school, but not all of us were close in high school.  But the willingness to be there for someone else in their time of need supersedes whatever our relationships once were (and there is even someone in the group who didn’t really know her, but yet is a staunch supporter of her in this time of need because she understands how it feels).

How much of a blessing is that?

So today I ask that you reach out, gather around, bond and connect with people.  Shine your heartlights.  Hold hands in friendship.  Be still.  Be kind.  Listen with an open heart.  Be the loving souls you are please.  I think our world could use a bit more of that everyday.

Shine On!

xo

Broken And Fixed

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I wish I could remember where I found this posted on Facebook, but the story touched me in such a way that I had to share it with you.  Read on…

I was in Dollar Tree last night and there was a lady and two kids behind me in the LONG line. One was a big kid, one was a toddler. The bigger one had a pack of glow sticks and the baby was screaming for them so the Mom opened the pack and gave him one, which stopped his tears. He walked around with it smiling, but then the bigger boy took it and the baby started screaming again. Just as the Mom was about to fuss at the older child, he bent the glow sticks and handed it back to the baby. As we walked outside at the same time, the baby noticed that the stick was now glowing and his brother said “I had to break it so you could get the full effect from it.” I almost ran because l could hear God saying to me, “I had to break you too show you why I created you. You had to go through it so you could fulfill your purpose.” That little baby was happy just swinging that “unbroken” glow sticks around in the air because he didn’t understand what it was created to do which was “glow.” There are some people who will be content just “being” but some of us that God has chosen, we have to be “broken.” We have to get sick. We have to lose a job. We have to find our own path. We go through divorce. We have to bury our spouse, parents, best friend, or our child because, in those moments of desperation, God is breaking us but when the breaking is done, then we will be able to see the reason for which we were created. Trust me, I do not look like what I have been through.
You are loved, you are valuable, and you have a purpose.

Dear friends, when you’re asking that eternal question of Why?, perhaps you can find some relief in the story above and feel more at peace.  We see your heartlights!

Shine On!

xo

You Start Dying Slowly

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You start dying slowly

You start dying slowly
If you do not travel,
If you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.

You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.

You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colors
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.

You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.

You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice…

Muere lentamente quien se transforma en esclavo del hábito,
repitiendo todos los días los mismos trayectos, 
quien no cambia de marca, 
no arriesga vestir un color nuevo y no le habla a quien no conoce.
Muere lentamente quien hace de la Television su guia.
Muere lentamente quien evita una pasión,
quien prefiere el negro sobre blanco y los puntos sobre las “íes” a un remolino de emociones,
justamente las que rescatan el brillo de los ojos,
sonrisas de los bostezos, corazones a los tropiezos y sentimientos.
Muere lentamente quien no voltea la mesa cuando está infeliz en el trabajo,
quien no arriesga lo cierto por lo incierto para ir detrás de un sueño,
quien no se permite por lo menos una vez en la vida, huir de los consejos sensatos.
Muere lentamente quien no viaja, quien no lee,
quien no oye música, quien no encuentra gracia en sí mismo.
Muere lentamente quien destruye su amor propio, quien no se deja ayudar.
Muere lentamente, quien pasa los días quejándose de su mala suerte o de la lluvia incesante.
Muere lentamente, quien abandona un proyecto antes de iniciarlo, no preguntando de un asunto que desconoce o no respondiendo cuando le indagan sobre algo que sabe.
Evitemos la muerte en suaves cuotas, recordando siempre que estar vivo exige un esfuerzo mucho mayor que el simple hecho de respirar.
Solamente la ardiente paciencia hará que conquistemos una espléndida felicidad.

Mistakenly, this poem has been attributed to Pablo Neruda, but in fact, here, I found that Brazilian writer Martha Medeiros is the author of Muere Lentamente.  The translation above is not exact to the original, so I added the original in case you speak Spanish and want to read it in its original form.

This poem touched my heart and so I wanted to share it with you.  May you continue to shine your heartlights and stay alive with wonder.

Shine On!

xo

Signs Our Loved Ones Are Still With Us

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Six years ago today is the anniversary of my Dad’s passing away.  I remember the day as if it were yesterday and I have written about it numerous times on my blog, like here and here  and here in case you’re interested.  But yesterday, something happened that was so unusual, I had to write about it.

While I would love to show you the video footage, I can’t upload it on YouTube in order to share it, so the still photos will have to suffice for now.  Please know that if you are skeptical, I understand.  But as time goes by, there has been enough synchronicity for me to believe that departed soul energy exists and this is just added proof for me.

When my dad died, all of the power went out on a warm, but not hot, Summer Solstice.  So I have known all along that he reaches out via electrical energy.  My back porch light (programmed to be on dusk till dawn) has stayed on steadily for the past two weeks.  At first, I thought it was an electrical problem, but I believe it is my Dad’s message for me.  I am still here, around you and your family.

I’m grateful that Marcus, from Alcaide’s Paranormal Truth, came over yesterday afternoon with his energy meter (I’m sorry, I don’t know the proper word for the machine, MEL – 8704R-REM-ATDD), which reads unseen paranormal energy.  We set it on the table along with a photo of my Dad which is one of my favorites.  The meter read 0.00 for a long time.  I videotaped it persistently at 0.00 until Marcus suggested I speak to my Dad.

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So I did.  I asked him to let me know that it is he who I feel still around me so many years later.  Suddenly it jumped to read 9.1.  I was ecstatic!  Hi Daddy!  Thank you!IMG_3320_Moment (2)

The readings jumped all over the place from small numbers 3.3, 4.5, 10.9 to the highest at 11.2.  I only took screen shots of some of the changes in the meter because I didn’t want to bore you.  But here’s the proof.

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There wasn’t a lot of rhyme or reason to how they jumped except when I was speaking to my Dad and for me, therein lies the confirmation.  Proof that I could see, feel and mark his presence in a way that felt right to me.

Whether you believe in ghosts and/or departed loved ones who return to be with their living relatives is your choice.  For me, it just feels comforting to know that energetically he’s still here I think with me, being my Dad and watching over me and my family.

Have you ever had similar experiences?  Do you believe that our departed loves ones can energetically be around us?

Shine On!

xo