Where Have All the Writers Gone?

I’m often fascinated by numbers, especially when they show up like today’s date–06.01.06. It probably means absolutely nothing. On the other hand it can mean whatever someone wants it to mean. That’s when I really understand that we create our own reality–through interpretation. I can walk by a lady who has a glaring look and think she’s angry at me, or someone, or the world! Or, perhaps it’s the only looks that she has. Or, perhaps she is upset and needs a jolly “hello!’’ and a big smile. I’ve on occasion gotten a thrill out of the person’s reaction to that jolly ”hello!”, like almost dropping what they’re carrying or tripping or suddenly becoming aware that they have a face like thunder. It may only be that they aren’t present to the here and now and are elsewhere in their thoughts. But I can still interpret it as I will.
It’s the same with texting and emails. People saying one thing and the reader interprets a totally different thing. I’ve done it and likely will do it again, myself. It depends on my mood, not the sender really. Even if they wanted to sound harsh I could still interpret it as a note that shows them as sad or upset with me or not even anything to do with me. On the other hand they could be expressing something one way and I take total offence to it!
People, today also use texting, especially, to say things that they would never say to someone’s face. It’s akin to liquor. The inhibitions seem to be lowered.
That said I’ve noticed that ‘the art of writing’ is gone and a lot of text messages don’t even flow. The emoticons or shortened words like the letter ‘u’ = you, or ‘w’ = with or ‘nvm’ = never mind or ‘OMG’ = Oh my God! So there is no real craft in what is being written anymore, which it then takes away purposeful or wonderful for artful communication. After all it wasn’t all that many years ago, before texting, before email, that letterwriting was TAUGHT in school and everyone used it to chat to relatives, loved ones, friends and associates across the globe.
It was before my time, but men and women became smitten by artful writing, leading to courtship, then to engagement and marriage. If I were to announce to my kids, or anyone for that matter, that I had started to corresponding with a potential mate, became smitten and was now engaged without ever having spoken, texted or emailed I would be deemed as nuts-period! You didn’t have to be an artist (writer) to do this. You just have to be passionate enough to be able to express your feelings. Not writing so that someone would interpret what they think you were saying-plain and simple!
I can remember when I started recording cassette tapes with Mum to Nana. I still have many that were returned from Nana although I have no way of playing them back now. It was so ‘cool’ to hear her voice and laugh and communicate expression that way. It would cost an absolute bundle now to send cassette tapes via our dear Canada Post.
But why bother when you have a email or texting???


My Journal January 6th, 2016


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Jeremiah 29:11 – A New View for Me

Over the last 5+ years there has been a verse from the Old Testament of the Bible that has come up again and again. I believe that it was being given to me by the Universe/God/Goddess/whatever your favourite title is. After the first couple of instances I had a knowing that this was a promise being made to me.

But it wasn’t until Mid November 2015 that it suddenly jumped out at me with new meaning and conviction. On the morning of the 14^th, I was starting my day, the way I often do, with writing in my journal and quiet time. I had been quite down for the past several days. I was questioning ‘why?’ – a really good sign that I’m feeling sorry for myself. As many of you will remember, Friday the 13^th was the day that ISIS struck at the heart of Paris. I had been glued to the TV all day and was very emotional. I have such a struggle trying to make sense of such senseless violence, or any violent act really.

See, I believe with all my heart that we ALL are, at the very centre of ourselves, our Soul, our Higher Self, naturally good. I find it so difficult to understand what would drive that goodness so deep that the only thing left is a 21 year old blowing themselves up for a cause that is so disturbed.

That aside, I had been in the dumps for days. So watching this horror in Paris just added to the blackness in my mind. So when I arose on the Saturday I didn’t turn on the TV to see what the latest developments were, I went to my quiet time.

I had had a very physically painful night and very little sleep as a result. It is hard to understand nerve pain unless you have felt it. The only way I can describe it to people is to say that it feels like I’ve been plugged into a wall socket and the ‘buzzing’ feeling that results just doesn’t quit. There is no switch to turn it off. Although I know the risks of modern medication, I am grateful for it; because without I would surely go insane – literally!

I wrote in my journal about the events of the past few days, the pain I was enduring once again, the misery in France – generally feeling super sorry for myself and then beating myself up for feeling this way because here I was comfortable and safe while Parisians were living in terror. Then out of the blue I heard the verse come to me again. I say again, because it has been part of the RIDE for the past few years:

I know the plans I have for you,
to prosper you and not to harm you, to give you hope and a future.

With it came the following. The BOLD words are the ‘new’ version I was sensing:

I, your Soul, your Higher Self, know the plans and contracts I have for you,
to prosper you and not to harm you, to give you hope and a future.

Knowing this ‘Interpretation’ of Jeremiah 29:11 is it now more empowering for me. I see that because it is a message for me it is also a message from me. It shows me that I have had a large part in planning all of this; that I chose this path before my incarnation to this life.

• It shows me that my Higher Self or Soul (me) have made these plans = contracts.
• It shows me the plan is: To prosper me!
• It shows me that no real harm can come to me because my Soul cannot be harmed.
  • My body and all its issues are not me
  • My mind, depression, sorrow and grief, are not me
  • I can deal with these feelings about the past, my health, my finances, my vocation and I must. But I am not these issues.
  • They are just energy that swirl around me, trying to deceive me into believing me this is the way it is. But it’s not! I am not any of these; therefore it is not the way for me.

The last part was still a bit vague but I trusted and continued to write. To give you hope and future. Is it perhaps just that simple?

• Are the keywords here give you, as in a gift?
• Perhaps all I need do is accept this gift and realize that although my Finite Incarnation (my brain) doesn’t get it, that my Infinite Self, my Soul, My Higher Self does get it.
• Perhaps all I need do is accept the gift. Can it be that easy? Is it that easy?

Well I’m not going to refuse a gift, so then that leaves me with “I will and do accept this gift”.

I ask my guides to help me understand it and use it in the way my soul planned for me to use it.

From My Journal, November 14^th, 2015

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