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By creatures of the wood I mean gnomes, elves, faeries, etc. They tended it and took care of it, played in it, danced and sang in it, cared for wounded animals, worked out disputes between species, sat on mushrooms discussing matters of importance and drinking Labrador tea, rode down streams on leaves and bark, parachuted from trees on dandelion seeds. This was the world into which mankind was born. These early days, when man was but a newly arrived dinner guest who hadn't yet taken over the house, are fairly well documented in the literature and folklore of the world, so there's no need to go into it here. What I am interested in, and what I am asking you to be interested in, is the question, "Where did all the gnomes, elves, faeries, etc. go?"</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>The friction between man and the wood creatures began with the discovery of agriculture. With this discovery civilization arose and spread. The forests were cleared to provide wood for shelters and fields for pastures and crops. Mankind had set up camp. No longer just a visitor in someone else's world, he pushed the wild back from his newly built doorstep. At first, this wasn't a problem. There weren't that many people and everyone else felt that it was only fair to allot them their own half-acre to do with as they wished. Some of them even decided to help out. Gnomes moved into the barn houses and helped with the gardening chores. The devic spirits of the vegetables helped humans better organize their crops and plan rotation; taught them the correlation between planetary and lunar cycles and the agricultural year. They taught them to plant radishes when the moon is in Cancer, harvest when the moon is in Taurus. Many trolls felt that the heaping piles of manure were a change for the better, and decided to stick around too. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>The rest of the wood creatures just backed off into the wood, occasionally playing tricks on the new settlers, like turning the milk sour, rearranging furniture, tipping cows, tickling people's faces in their sleep and once in a while stealing babies and leaving bundles of wood in their place.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>But man's dominion spread (and spread and spread and spread) and the forests got smaller and smaller and smaller. Things got real crowded in the woods, and things were getting worse in civilization. Most farmers weren't listening to the devic spirits anymore. People found they could increase their output by disregarding the needs of the earth. They were raising productivity and killing the soil. Petrochemicals were just a step away. Most of the devic spirits and gnomes fled. The trolls stayed. Today, they live mostly under bridges and in the shallow mucky ditches beneath the metal grating on farm roads that cows are afraid to cross. Be sure to honk your horn before driving over one of these. A troll may be hanging from the grate, swinging over its living room, as they are apt to do after rolling in muck and manure. If you don't give a warning honk, you may run over its fingers, and it's not a great idea to get either your name or your license plate number on a troll's shite list.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>Now, there is little wild land left at all, and even that is shrinking at an unprecedented rate. There is simply not enough wild space for all the gnomes and elves, fauns and faeries, goblins, ogres, trolls and bogies, nymphs, sprites, and dryads.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>So where are they? </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>Are they dead?</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>No. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>So, where did they go?</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>The answer is a bit surprising. They didn't go anywhere. We did. Early humans had an intuitive knowledge of their role in nature, just as bears and raccoons and mice and every other critter does. They understood, from the ways of the wild around them, that nothing ever comes from nowhere and nothing ever just disappears. Things change form. Death is necessary for life to continue. They offered up their kills as sacrifices to the gods of nature. They offered praise, prayer, sacrifice and song to the spirits of the wild, to brother buffalo, brother deer, and brother tree. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>Now we know that everything that ever existed continues to exist, in one form or another, and as far as we can tell, they were more aware of that back then than we are now. So, the sacrifice, song and prayer did not ensure the immortality of the slaughtered, either in body or spirit. That was already taken care of. What it did ensure was the continuance of the connection between the spirit of the slaughterer and the spirit of the slaughtered. Killing is risky business. The membrane separating the internal from the external is not necessarily as thick or as clearly defined as we have come to believe. Every time we kill, we risk killing the reality of that thing inside ourselves as well as outside. We risk breaking the connections that lead in and out of the membrane. Taking a life to feed life requires a keen understanding of the natural law of give and take. When we lost that understanding, gave up the songs, the sacrifice, the prayers, we lost the connection. Saying grace is not enough.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>When we lose those connections, everything becomes dead - fish, rivers, frogs, mice, even each other. There is no way they can reach inside us any more. The five senses we are left with are not enough. We have given up those connections in exchange for the freedom to clear-cut forests with skidders, turn cows into milk machines and chickens into egg factories. We can experiment with animals, club seals, wear fur, and exterminate entire species. Not a twinge of guilt. The lines have been severed. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>And we are all under the impression that it is the forests, the creatures, the spirits and the wild lands that are disappearing from the universe and not us. This is not so. Thinking like that is like thinking that if you stand on the end of a limb and saw that limb from the tree, that the tree will fall and you will remain standing. Bugs Bunny might be able to get away with that, but we can't. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>It is we who have fallen away from the real world into a world where we may carry out our twisted sterile dreams without threatening the earth and its inhabitants. Ever wonder why the trees, stones, rivers and streams, birds, bears, frogs and snakes no longer talk to us as they did in the early tales of Native America, the Hindu, the Africans, the bible? It's because we're not around to talk to anymore. Every clear-cut, every vivisection, every mechanized slaughter of cow, pig or chicken moves our dream world further and further from the tree, making a reunification, which is still possible, more and more difficult.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>Somewhere not so far from here, in the real world, the ancient forests are still standing, the buffalo roams the prairies, the sky is full of condors, the deer and the antelope play, and dodo birds still wander the sandy beaches, bumping into things.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>Where there are still wild lands in our dream world, strong connections still exist. Bridges, tunnels, portals. Occasionally a traveler will get lost in the wilderness and find himself in the real world, returning the next day to find that a hundred years have passed, or never returning at all. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>There are more ephemeral connections as well - brooks and waterfalls where you can still here voices from the other side, if you listen carefully enough... When they sit by these waters, they hear loud clanking and screams. When they eat magic mushrooms, everything STOPS glowing and condos rise where forests stand. Our children can see their world in their dreams. Their children see our world in the nightmares.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>And there is another connection. Sometimes agents from the other side infiltrate our world in an attempt to expedite reunification. Believe it or not, they miss us over there. Sometimes - more often than you might think - they send souls over to our world to be born as human babies. There are quite a lot of them actually - gnomes, elves, faeries, sprites, etc. running around in human bodies, doing crazy things like writing on walls, working in co-ops, running inns in the mountains, talking to themselves in the streets, making pottery, practicing witchcraft. They are planting biodynamic gardens, sitting in the back yard naked, arguing with satan. They are in asylums pumped full of Thorazine, in a classroom on Ritalin and lithium. They live with Indians. They run recycling centers. They are starting revolutions, corrupting the young, inventing paranoid conspiracy theories, making up religions. They're directing movies, gobbling acid, drinking heavily and writing poetry.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>The transition from their world to ours is not an easy one. It's not easy on the soul and much is lost. They may have no idea who or what they are at first. They may or may not find out. They WILL know they are not like other people. They will know that this world is not theirs. They will faintly remember something better, where things made sense and worked like they ought to, where love and magic had the power to heal.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will know what makes other people happy does not make them happy, and that what makes them happy makes them happier than anyone else alive. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will see things others cannot see, hear things others cannot hear, feel things others cannot feel, and know things others do not know. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will laugh a great deal or cry a great deal or both. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will love humans individually, but have a hard time with humanity as whole, and that will occasionally approach loathing. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will have a handful of very close friends, and often be very lonely.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will be unhappiest when forced to act like a human and do things that humans do, want what humans want, or when they are convinced that they actually are one.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>Things will not be easy for them. Because of their memories of the other side, the world will seem to them a wondrous calliope with just a few teeth missing on one of the cogs. Because of this tiny deficiency, the music is off key, the horses are crashing into each other and the children are frightened, bruised and crying.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>The solutions will seem obvious, but no one will listen. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will repeatedly be punished for shouting FIRE! in a crowded theatre, when the buildings really are in flames but no one else can see....They will get slapped on the wrist for pointing to the EXIT signs when everyone else is running around screaming and trampling one another. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will be zealous, fanatical and didactic in their beliefs. They will feel utterly confused.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will have ecstatic visions and babble incoherently. They will be extremely articulate. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They are prone to long periods of silence. They have no idea how to say what they really mean. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They spend a lot of time with children and animals. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will become drunkards and dope fiends, organic gardeners, soap makers, carpenters, madmen, magicians, jugglers and clowns, lunatic physicists, painter and scribblers, travelers and wanderers...</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will dress in bright colors, frumpy sweaters or all black.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will smoke too much and drink too much. They will eat only macrobiotic foods. They will develop addictions to Mountain Dew.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will often be accused of living in their own fantasy world.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will make great lovers. Yeah, even the trolls.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will spend too much time either making love or thinking about it.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will speak to inanimate objects. They will have much brighter eyes than everyone else. They will expect their magic to work in this world and their love to heal, and will be crushed by this world, and often won't expect it. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>It will come close to killing them.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will visit the places where the connections still exist: the waterfalls, the mountains, the oceans, and the forests. They will draw on all the power they have, and sometimes, sometimes, the magic will work. And everything will be wondrously easy. The teeth will grow back on the cog on the calliope, the tune will right itself, the horses will bob gracefully up and down, around and around, and the children will giggle and sing with cotton candy stuck to their cheeks and noses.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will spend their days trying to reconnect a branch that millions are busy sawing away at. Often it will be more than they can bear. </strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>While the rest of humanity is busy working on new and more efficient ways to lay waste to the Earth with the push of a button, they are saving it. A handful at a time.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They will share a common conviction that they are the only sane individuals in a world gone mad.</strong></font></i> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>They are right.</strong></font></i></p><font size="3"><strong> <hr align="center" size="3" width="100%"> </strong></font> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>© 2004 Buck Young </strong></font></i> <p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/email-post.g?blogID=4819053185794399303&pageID=6977560654007954841"><font size="3"><strong></strong></font></a> <p><i><font size="3"><strong>by Buck Young</strong></font></i></p><font size="3"><strong> <hr align="center" size="3" width="100%"> </strong></font> <p><i></i> <p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/email-post.g?blogID=4819053185794399303&pageID=6977560654007954841"><font size="3"><strong></strong></font></a> <p><font size="3"><strong></strong></font> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-24349743565875288752015-05-25T07:56:00.001-04:002015-05-25T07:56:56.387-04:00Emma my fairy cat<p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5qAgDnxgwE8/VWMN-mj_nEI/AAAAAAAAApk/JU51canJdH4/s1600-h/EMMA%252520005%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="EMMA 005" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="EMMA 005" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-KZIhUEs3ZY4/VWMN_INgDWI/AAAAAAAAApo/1bR7dQUtVzY/EMMA%252520005_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="200"></a><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZZzDrThaPs4/VWMOALnkbeI/AAAAAAAAAp0/28LbYxczWTY/s1600-h/EMMA%252520003%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="EMMA 003" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="EMMA 003" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yAwuTvS-DcQ/VWMOArgQtRI/AAAAAAAAAp4/pk1ZKiipq-c/EMMA%252520003_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="200"></a></p><a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lzPMotjQPzk/VWMOBkK-D-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/TH0Jgp8VBi0/s1600-h/EMMA%252520001%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="EMMA 001" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="EMMA 001" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZXFkc2eFmoU/VWMOB0q0CWI/AAAAAAAAAqI/pga-_Upgt90/EMMA%252520001_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="200"></a> <p align="center"><font color="#1fdbf5" size="5">Welcome to your new home dear.. Love Mommy</font></p> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-74885629672546631272015-04-08T11:51:00.001-04:002015-04-08T11:55:36.157-04:00Who are You ?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #1fdbf5; font-size: large;">This title will be recognized by all the old hippies out there as one of the greatest rock band's all time hit songs from.. The Who . I feel it is a great description of what is going on in our lives today more than ever. </span> </div>
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<span style="color: #1fdbf5; font-size: large;">I see it every day in the lives of my friends and in the world around me. Things have reached a fevered pitch to be and do what everyone else is trying to do. We are moving so fast we can't even keep up with ourselves. The treadmill we are on is out of control. </span> </div>
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<span style="color: #1fdbf5; font-size: large;">We have no time to breathe let alone enjoy what we are running so fast to achieve. We find something new every day that dissatisfies us about ourselves. Our dreams have gotten so big we aren't even in them anymore. Whatever happened to contentment? Where did the real you disappear to? Why do we have to be a certain way , For Who do we really live..? The people around us? </span> </div>
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<span style="color: #1fdbf5; font-size: large;">Why do we have to live a certain way and dress for success, What defines real success? A beautiful home? A good job? Lots of money? The latest fad or car? Fancy toys? A winning sports team? </span> </div>
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<span style="color: #1fdbf5; font-size: large;">Who dictates what true success really is.. Can most of us define it? What would you define your successes over the years as?</span> </div>
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<span style="color: #1fdbf5; font-size: large;">As I look back at my life of 73 years I have changed my definition of my successes many times. Most of those years I was just struggling to survive from day to day. I worked hard and tried to raise my 3 kids to be productive , kind , loving adults who would do the same.. I think I succeeded in that goal. </span> </div>
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<span style="color: #1fdbf5; font-size: large;">I never for one minute thought so many things would just happen to set me on the path I ended up on. Things happen that can change your life in a moment. My 3 heart attacks in the early 1990's were my rude awakening. It sure did teach me that no matter who you are and where you live or work or what diet you choose or clothes you wear or how much money you either do or don't have never matters and never will. </span> </div>
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<span style="color: #1fdbf5; font-size: large;">All that matters is what you do with what is given you and it better be something that defines love and keeps your soul alive not what you see in the mirror</span> </div>
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<span style="color: #1fdbf5; font-size: large;">In the end of all things there is nothing on this earth that matters more than who you love and who love you..Everything else is just a waste of time and energy. So stop and think who are you really? Service to self or service to others? </span> </div>
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My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-61926314992641541912015-03-24T18:21:00.001-04:002015-03-24T18:21:30.550-04:00Got to Love Drumming<p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-x3Zc5gWYfRU/VRHjZ1EEwvI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ApsiyWqR3J8/s1600-h/blizzard%252520Feb%2525202010%252520005%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img title="blizzard Feb 2010 005" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="blizzard Feb 2010 005" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-pt6qmWSQ9RQ/VRHjaf7fDKI/AAAAAAAAAok/Ecqze-Vs-oo/blizzard%252520Feb%2525202010%252520005_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="315" height="491"></a></p> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-64041196687996821022015-03-18T07:24:00.001-04:002015-03-18T07:24:25.060-04:00Fili’s Lament<p align="center"><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-QP2LymgOCvI/VQlgXOk3kVI/AAAAAAAAAns/zw8LA4rSLpA/s1600-h/thcc_kili_02%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="thcc_kili_02" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="thcc_kili_02" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-X_yQkaK3URg/VQlgYGYpc6I/AAAAAAAAAn0/mhdrRZNh99c/thcc_kili_02_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="565" height="453"></a></font> <p align="center"><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4"></font> <p align="center"><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4">Fili’s Lament</font> <p align="center"><i><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4">By Kili’s Runestone</font></i> <p align="center"><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4">Me staring back was your very first sight,<br>When you opened your eyes that night.<br>You learned to crawl as I learned to walk,<br>You learned to eat as I learned to talk.<br>Your very first word was my own name,<br>The best of friends is what we became.<br>Thorin gave us wood shields and swords,<br>He told us stories of dragons and hoards,<br>We dreamt of adventure, we played pretend,<br>If I was an orc, your play bow you’d bend,<br>If you were an orc, I’d slash my sword,<br>We were together, we were never bored.<br>We’d spin long tales of glory and gold,<br>We talked of what we’d do when old,<br>We talked of treasure, of battles we’d fight,<br>We talked of fame, of strength, of might,<br>We soon were men, though quite young,<br>Still we dreamt, when songs were sung,<br>Of winning the war, of quenched dragon fire,<br>And when we journeyed out to the Shire,<br>We followed our leader, our captain, our king.<br>We went merry, many a song we’d sing,<br>We raced our ponies, we gazed at stars,<br>We escaped together, from Thranduil’s bars.<br>I worried over you, but we had best of fun,<br>Sometimes we rode, sometimes we’d run,<br>We always sang, told tales of treasure,<br>We braided hair, our beards we’d measure,<br>We grew more solemn as the dragon drew near,<br>But we grew not afraid, we did not feel fear,<br>Thorin was our leader, and Bilbo had a ring,<br>We were Durin’s sons, we did not fear a thing.<br>But when Thorin descended to madness,<br>And I saw in your eyes pain and sadness,<br>When innumerable ranks, we charged,<br>When through shield and spear we barged,<br>When the sword smote through my breast,<br>When the lance struck through your chest,<br>When bleeding I fell into the cold dark mud,<br>Tried to scream but what came was only blood,<br>You stumbled towards me but could not stand,<br>You crawled to me, I reached for your hand,<br>We cried together and thought sadly of old,<br>We had thought battles were all glory and gold,<br>You shuddered and asked if you were dying,<br>I said no, though we both knew I was lying,<br>I said you should sleep, I’ll sing you a song,<br>I sang to you of far away caves, of rivers long,<br>I sang to you of mother, of laughter and love,<br>I sang to you of the Arkenstone stars above.<br>Blood poured from my mouth as I whispered to you,<br>Your beautiful face began to take a grey hue,<br>We held each other, you whispered good bye,<br>I remembered when you said you’d never die.<br>Your eyes fluttered closed, you breathed your last,<br>I told you I loved you, remembered days long past,<br>We were children who didn’t know fear,<br>I closed my eyes and drew you near,<br>And then in the bloodied evening grey,<br>I dropped your hand and slipped away.</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4">~~ * ~~</font> <p align="center"><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4"></font> <p align="center"><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4"></font> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-pxX32setQtg/VQlgZQw3EyI/AAAAAAAAAn8/ePvZ2U5BKWg/s1600-h/bg_NiZme%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img title="bg_NiZme" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="bg_NiZme" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-lrB0HCxVaeU/VQlgZ6RUv-I/AAAAAAAAAoE/97hSuY2Bk4Y/bg_NiZme_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="412" height="271"></a> <p align="center"><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4">The Battle</font><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4"> of </font><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4">the Pelennor</font></p> <p align="center"><i><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4">By Elodrin</font></i> <p align="center"><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4">In front of the City<br>The orcs show no pity.<br>While women are weeping<br>In death, men are sleeping.</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4">The battle was almost lost:<br>Great was the orcs’ grim cost.<br>When horns commenced to ring,<br>And the Horse-lords began to sing.</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4">Forward they charged and fast,<br>And though their army was not vast,<br>They slew the Enemy and sang<br>As sword on shield began to clang.</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4">Yet it was going very ill:<br>Men of Harad came to kill.<br>The King fought well, but soon was slain<br>Upon that blood-red, grassy plain.</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4">But upon the dawn of newborn day,<br>When sun in her lonely rest still lay,<br>There came upon the blood-stained river<br>The Dead that caused all men to shiver.</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4">Wielding shining swords they ran,<br>As seasoned warriors only can.<br>Dismayed, the orcs threw down their shields,<br>Ending the Battle of the Pelennor Fields.</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4">~~ * ~~</font> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-18451715255704781332015-03-17T11:24:00.001-04:002015-03-17T11:24:24.403-04:00Be Kind To Yourself<p><font color="#00ffff" size="4">Stay Loveable </font> <p><font color="#00ffff" size="4">As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own best friend. </font> <p><font color="#00ffff" size="4">I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. </font> <p><font color="#00ffff" size="4">Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 am, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50's, 60's & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love, I will. </font> <p><font color="#00ffff" size="4">I will walk the beach in a swimsuit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old. </font> <p><font color="#00ffff" size="4">I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things. </font> <p><font color="#00ffff" size="4">Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect. </font> <p><font color="#00ffff" size="4">I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. </font> <p><font color="#00ffff" size="4">As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. </font> <p><font color="#00ffff" size="4">So, bottom line is, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it). </font> <p><font color="#00ffff" size="4">MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART! </font> <p><font color="#00ffff" size="4"></font> <p><font color="#00ffff" size="4">author unknown</font></p> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-59313130728853134912015-03-14T12:34:00.000-04:002015-03-14T12:35:31.522-04:00Fear<p align="center"><font color="#ff0080" size="5"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff0080" size="5"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-8RfbdFGvBTc/VQReUIn_CJI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/RffY2o4vD2c/s1600-h/212%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="212" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="212" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-l8Fh2PaHaiI/VQReUjkGc3I/AAAAAAAAAnY/sC7xxcoMeEg/212_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="225" height="437"></a></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff0080" size="5"></font> </p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff0080" size="5">I HAVE FOUND IN MY LIFE THAT YOU CAN NOT BE BRAVE WITHOUT FEAR , YOUR MOST COURAGOUS TIMES COME FROM YOUR MOST FEARFUL TIMES.<br>YOU GROW THE MOST WHEN YOU FACE YOUR FEARS AND CHOOSE TO DO WHAT YOU NEED TO IN SPITE OF THEM, SO IT IS MY CONTENTION THAT YOU FIND YOUR MOST POWER WHEN YOU NEED TO MOVE ON NO MATTER WHAT YOU MIGHT NEED TO DO OR WHERE YOU NEED TO GO TO DO IT. <br>I HAVE HAD THE MOST AMAZING CHANGES IN MY LIFE FACING MY FEARS AND DOING SOMETHING ABOUT THEM INSTEAD OF TRYING TO IGNORE THEM . TO ME THE FEARS IN MY LIFE HAVE ALSO BEEN MY LARGEST MOTIVATERS</font></p> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-54352118776998046652015-01-03T14:50:00.001-05:002015-01-03T14:50:45.492-05:00The Awakening<p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Kg16NUpQkvQ/VKhIEoqGJQI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Vg-VHVPoeU8/s1600-h/merkaba_eara_jordon%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><strong><img title="merkaba_eara_jordon" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="merkaba_eara_jordon" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-N44eVn97_sQ/VKhIFCbYu_I/AAAAAAAAAmg/ZfF0cabIaW4/merkaba_eara_jordon_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="220"></strong></a></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>The Awakening<br>Sonny Carroll</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>There comes a time in your life when you finally get it ... When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out "ENOUGH! Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on." And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and through a mantle of wet lashes you begin to look at the world from a new perspective.<br>..........This is your awakening.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong></strong></font> <blockquote> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>You realize that it is time to stop hoping and waiting for something or someone to change, or for happiness safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that there aren't always fairytale endings (or beginnings for that matter) and that any guarantee of "happily ever after" must begin with <i>you</i>. Then a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.</strong></font> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>So you begin making your way through the "reality of today" rather than holding out for the "promise of tomorrow." You realize that much of who you are and the way you navigate through life is, in great part, a result of all the social conditioning you've received over the course of a lifetime. And you begin to sift through all the nonsense you were taught about :</strong></font> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>- how you should look and how much you should weigh,<br>- what you should wear and where you should shop, <br>- where you should live or what type of car you should drive,<br>- who you should sleep with and how you should behave,<br>- who you should marry and why you should stay,<br>- the importance of bearing children or what you owe your family,</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Slowly you begin to open up to new worlds and different points of view. And you begin re-assessing and re-defining who you are and what you really believe in. And you begin to discard the doctrines you have outgrown, or should never have practiced to begin with.</strong></font> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>You accept the fact that you are not perfect ,and that not everyone will love appreciate or approve of who or what you are... and that's OK... they are entitled to their own views and opinions. And, you come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size 5 or a "perfect 10".... Or a perfect human being for that matter... and you stop trying to compete with the image inside your head or agonizing over how you compare. And, you take a long look at yourself in the mirror and you make a promise to give yourself the same unconditional love and support you give so freely to others. Then a sense of confidence is born of self-approval.</strong></font> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>And, you stop maneuvering through life merely as a "consumer" hungry for your next fix, a new dress, another pair of shoes or looks of approval and admiration from family, friends or even strangers who pass by. Then you discover that it is truly in "giving" that we receive, and that the joy and abundance you seek grows out of the giving. And you recognize the importance of "creating" and "contributing" rather than "obtaining" and "accumulating."</strong></font> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>And you give thanks for the simple things you've been blessed with, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about - a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, the freedom of choice and the opportunity to pursue your own dreams.</strong></font> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>And you begin to love and to care for yourself. You stop engaging in self-destructive behaviors, including participating in dysfunctional relationships. You begin eating a balanced diet, drinking more water and exercising. And because you've learned that fatigue drains the spirit and creates doubt and fear, you give yourself permission to rest. And just as food is fuel for the body, laughter is fuel for the spirit and so you make it a point to create time for play.</strong></font> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Then you learn about love and relationships - how to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving, and when to walk away. And you allow <i>only</i> the hands of a lover who truly loves and respects you to glorify you with his touch. You learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean what they say, intentionally or unintentionally, and that not everyone will always come through... and interestingly enough, it's not always about you. So, you stop lashing out and pointing fingers or looking to place blame for the things that were done to you or weren't done for you. And you learn to keep your Ego in check and to acknowledge and redirect the destructive emotions it spawns - anger, jealousy and resentment.</strong></font> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>You learn how to say "I was wrong" and to forgive people for their own human frailties. You learn to build bridges instead of walls and about the healing power of love as it is expressed through a kind word, a warm smile or a friendly gesture. And, at the same time, you eliminate any relationships that are hurtful or fail to uplift and edify you. You stop working so hard at smoothing things over and setting your needs aside. You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK and that it is your right to want or expect certain things. And you learn the importance of communicating your needs with confidence and grace. You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that eventually martyrs are burned at the stake. Then you learn to distinguish between guilt, and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to Say NO. You learn that you don't know all the answers, it's not your job to save the world and that sometimes you just need to Let Go.</strong></font> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Moreover, you learn to look at people as they really are and not as you would want them to be, and you are careful not to project your neediness or insecurities onto a relationship. You learn that you will not be more beautiful, more intelligent, more lovable or important because of the man on your arm or the child that bears your name. You learn that just as people grow and change, so it is with love and relationships, and that that not everyone can always love you the way you would want them to. So you stop appraising your worth by the measure of love you are given. And suddenly you realize that it's wrong to demand that someone live their life or sacrifice their dreams just to serve your needs, ease your insecurities, or meet "your" standards and expectations. You learn that the only love worth giving and receiving is the love that is given freely without conditions or limitations. And you learn what it means to love. So you stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. You learn that "alone" does not mean "lonely" and you begin to discover the joy of spending time "with yourself" and "on yourself." Then you discover the greatest and most fulfilling love you will ever know - <i>Self Love</i>. And so it comes to pass that, through understanding, your heart heals; and now all new things are possible.</strong></font> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Moving along, you begin to avoid Toxic people and conversations. And you stop wasting time and energy rehashing your situation with family and friends. You learn that talk doesn't change things and that unrequited wishes can only serve to keep you trapped in the past. So you stop lamenting over what could or should have been and you make a decision to leave the past behind. Then you begin to invest your time and energy to affect positive change. You take a personal inventory of all your strengths and weaknesses and the areas you need to improve in order to move ahead, you set your goals and map out a plan of action to see things through.</strong></font> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>You learn that life isn't always fair and you don't always get what you think you deserve, and you stop personalizing every loss or disappointment. You learn to accept that sometimes bad things happen to good people and that these things are not an act of God... but merely a random act of fate.</strong></font> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>And you stop looking for guarantees, because you've learned that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected and that whatever happens, you'll learn to deal with it. And you learn that the only thing you must truly fear is the great robber baron of all time - FEAR itself. So you learn to step right into and through your fears, because to give into fear is to give away the right to live life on your terms. You learn that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophesy and you learn to go after what you want and not to squander your life living under a cloud of indecision or feelings of impending doom.</strong></font> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Then, YOU LEARN ABOUT MONEY... the personal power and independence it brings and the options it creates. And you recognize the necessity to create your own personal wealth. Slowly, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never ever settle for less than your heart's desire. And a sense of power is born of self-reliance. And you live with honor and integrity because you know that these principles are not the outdated ideals of a by-gone era but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build your life. And you make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting and to stay open to every wonderful opportunity and exciting possibility. Then you hang a wind chime outside your window to remind yourself what beauty there is in Simplicity.</strong></font> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Finally, with courage in your heart and with God by your side you take a stand, you TAKE a deep breath and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can.</strong></font> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>A word about the Power of Prayer: In some of my darkest, most painful and frightening hours, I have prayed, not for the answers to my prayers or for material things, but for my "God" to help me find the strength, confidence and courage to persevere; to face each day and to do what I must do.</strong></font> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Remember this:- You are an expression of the almighty. The spirit of God resides within you and moves through you. Open your heart, speak to that spirit and it will heal and empower you.<br>My "God" has never failed me.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Copyright © 2001 Sonny Carroll. All Rights Reserved<br>Reprinted here with permission</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Introduction to The Awakening by Sonny Carroll<br>I actually began writing this piece in 1996 shortly after coming out of a long drawn out and painful break-up. I was a total mess. My life was in shambles and as I tried to make some sense of what had happened, and why, I began to write The Awakening. This piece is a compilation of all the lessons I learned and the observations I made about myself, about other people and their relationships, and of the wisdom that my most dear friend, Drane Uljaj, has shared with me over countless cups of tea.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><i><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>2007 Note for those trying to contact Sonny Carroll:<br>Her website, Wake To Life (www waketolife com) is now no longer in existence and she is not contactable.</strong></font></i></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Graphics Set by </strong></font><a href="http://www.legenddesignz.com/"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Legend Designz</strong></font></a><br><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Artwork by </strong></font><a href="http://www.alanayers.com/"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Alan Ayers</strong></font></a></p></blockquote> <p align="center"><a><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong><img border="0" alt="share by email" src="http://www.sapphyr.net/images/menu/addthis-email27x20.png" width="27" height="20"></strong></font></a><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong> </strong></font><a></a><a></a><a></a><a></a></p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>More Self Love & Self Esteem Inspirations:<br></strong></font><a href="http://www.sapphyr.net/largegems/believeinyourself.htm"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Believe In Yourself</strong></font></a><br><a href="http://www.sapphyr.net/largegems/ourdeepestfear.htm"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Our Deepest Fear</strong></font></a><br><a href="http://www.sapphyr.net/largegems/iamme.htm"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>My Declaration of Self-Esteem (I Am Me)</strong></font></a><br><a href="http://www.sapphyr.net/largegems/self-love.htm"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Recipes For Self-Love</strong></font></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://www.sapphyr.net/largegems/index.htm"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Back to Inspirations Home</strong></font></a> <p align="center"><a href="http://www.sapphyr.net/women/index.htm"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong>Back to Empowering Women Home</strong></font></a> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Courier New"><strong></strong></font></p> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-3311391240679193402014-12-22T20:04:00.001-05:002014-12-22T20:04:27.804-05:00The Yule Faeries - A Winter Solstice Story<h4></h4> <p><i>The Yule Faeries - A Winter Solstice Story</i> <p><i><br></i> <p align="center"><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" src="http://www.oocities.org/werebunnyfae/faery1.jpg"><br><strong><font size="4">A group of little Faeries huddled in their home deep under the roots of a giant oak tree. They were safe and snug in their tiny underground cave lined with dandelion fluff, bird feathers, and dried moss. <br>Outside, the wind blew cold and the snow fell softly down to cover the ground. "I saw the Sun King today," the faerie named Rose said as she pulled her mossy cloak tighter about her. "He looked so old and tired as he walked off through the forest. What is wrong with him? The great oak said he's dying" answered Daffodil. Dying? Oh, what will we do now?" Little Meadow Grass started to cry "If the sun King dies, our little plant friends will not grow. The Birds will not come and sing again. Everything will be winter for ever!" Lilac, Dandelion and Elder Blossom tried to comfort their friend, but they were all very sad. As they huddled together, there was a knock on the tiny door. <br>"Open up, Faeries," called out a loud voice. "Why are you hiding instead of joining us in our Solstice celebration?" Rose opened the door and the little gnome Brown Knobby pushed inside, shaking the glistening snowflakes off his brown coat and hat. <br>"We are too sad to celebrate," Daffodil said wiping her eyes, "the Sun King is dying, haven't you heard?" <br>"He is dead you silly Faeries." Brown Knobby's round dark eyes sparkled with laughter. "now hurry, or we'll be late for the celebration!" <br>"How can you be happy and laughing?!" Elder Blossom stamped her little foot and frowned at the gnome. "If the Sun King IS dead, it will be winter always. We will never see the Sun again!" <br>"Silly little child-Faeries." Brown Knobby grabbed Dandelion by the hand and pulled her to her feet. "There is a secret to the Winter Solstice. Don't you want to know what it is?" <br>The Faeries looked at him in surprise. "Secret?" they all said. "What secret? We are only new little Faeries, you silly gnome. We've never been to a Solstice celebration before." <br>"Come and see. Come and see. Get your capes and come with me." Brown Knobby danced and jigged around the room. "Hurry, Hurry, don't be slow! To the sacred oak grove through the snow!" <br>He danced out of the door and disappeared. <br>"What did that gnome mean?" Rose asked as she gathered up her cloak of dried rose petals held together with cobwebs and lined with goose down. <br>"I don't know, but the Lady lives in the sacred grove." Meadow Grass pulled on her hat. <br>"Perhaps if we go to see the Goddess, She can explain what Brown Knobby was talking about". <br>The Faeries left their snug little home and trudged off through the snow toward the sacred oak grove. The forest was dark with only the light of the Moon shining down through the thick fir branches and bare limbs of maple and hawthorn. It was very difficult for them to get through the snow because they were very, very small. As they waded through the wet snow and shivered in the cold wind, they met a fox. <br>"Where are you going, Faeries?" the fox asked. <br>,BR. "To the sacred grove," they answered, they were cold and shivering. <br>"Climb on my back and I will take you there swiftly." <br>The fox knelt down so the Faeries could climb up. Then he raced off through the dark. <br>"Listen!" Lilac said as they neared the grove of sacred trees. "Someone is singing happy songs. A LOT of someones." <br>The beautiful music carried over the cold, still, moonlit air. It was the most beautiful music the Faeries had ever heard. The fox carried the Faeries right to the edge of the stone altar in the center of the grove, then knelt down. <br>"Look!" said Elder Blossom as they slid to the snow covered ground. "There is the Maiden and the Mother and the OLD Wise One, And many other Little People." <br>"They are all smiling and happy," said Lilac as she looked around at all the creatures. <br>"All the animals are here too," whispered Dandelion. "why are they all looking at the Mother?" <br>The Faeries moved closer to the three Ladies seated on the altar stone. The Mother held a bundle close in Her arms, smiling down at it. The Maiden reached down and took the Faeries gently in her Hands. She held them close to the Mother so they could see what She held. <br>"A Baby!" the Faeries cried. " A new little Baby! Look how he glows!" <br></font></strong></p> <p align="center"><strong><font size="4"><img src="http://www.oocities.org/werebunnyfae/faery16.jpg"><br>"He is the newborn Sun King," said the Maiden smiling. <br>"But Brown Knobby and the old oak tree said the Sun King was dead," the Faeries answered her. "How can this little baby be the Sun King?" <br>"That is the secret of the Winter Solstice." The Old Wise One touched the baby's cheek with her wrinkled hand. "Every year the Sun King must come to the sacred grove during the darkest days of winter where he dies. I take his spirit to the Mother who gives him new life again. This is the way for all creatures, not just the Sun King." <br>" You mean everything lives and dies and lives again? the Faeries looked down in wonder at the baby Sun King, nestled in the arms of the Mother. <br>" Yes Little Ones," answered the Old Wise One. "There is never an end to life. This is the great mystical secret of the Winter Solstice." <br>The Faeries laughed because they were so happy. <br>"I think the little Sun King should have gifts," said Rose. "I will show him where the wild roses bloom in the early summer." <br>"And, I will teach him to call the birds and listen to the songs of the wind," exclaimed Dandelion. br><br>"When he is older and stronger, " said the Mother, "then the flowers will bloom at his touch, the birds will return to sing their songs, and the air will be warm from his breath, and winter will be gone for a time. Then the Sun King will run and play with you in the forest." <br>The little Faeries sang to the Baby Sun King, songs of the coming spring, the sweet smelling flowers, the bumbling bees, and all the secrets of the forest. And all the creatures within the sacred grove sang with them. Then the fox took them back to their snug home under the roots of the giant oak tree where they dreamed wonderful dreams, waiting for the warmth of spring and the fun they would have with the little Sun King</font></strong></p> <p align="center"><strong><font size="4"><img src="http://www.oocities.org/werebunnyfae/fairy44.jpg"></font></strong></p> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-55053404636045964022014-12-12T11:43:00.001-05:002014-12-12T11:53:08.314-05:00Aging Gracefully<p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-YhjTvCBQFxI/VIsbNsWAkuI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Ol1T4-cyJGI/s1600-h/212%25255B13%25255D.jpg"><img title="212" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="212" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bWHIVMEQW9k/VIsbOY3n6jI/AAAAAAAAAmI/O012FWpUOT8/212_thumb%25255B10%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="205" height="480"></a></p> <font color="#ff00ff"><font color="#ff00ff"><font color="#ff00ff"><font color="#ff00ff"> <h5 align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4">December 12, 2014</font></h5> <h5 align="center"><b><font color="#ff00ff" size="4">Aging Gracefully</font></b></h5> <h5 align="center"><i><font color="#ff00ff" size="4">Seasons of Beauty</font></i></h5> <h5 align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4">by </font><a href="http://www.dailyom.com/misc/mt.html"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4">Madisyn Taylor</font></a></h5> <h5 align="center"><i><font color="#ff00ff" size="4">As we cultivate our life, our beauty becomes as much about what we are creating and doing as it is about our appearance.</font></i></h5> <h5 align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4">We tend to associate youth with beauty, but the truth is that beauty transcends every age. Just as a deciduous tree is stunning in all its stages—from its full leafy green in the summer to its naked skeleton during winter and everything in between—human beings are beautiful throughout their life spans. </font></h5> <h5 align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4">The early years of our lives tend to be about learning and experiencing as much as we possibly can. We move through the world like sponges, absorbing the ideas of other people and the world. Like a tree in spring, we are waking up to the world. In this youthful phase of life, our physical strength, youth, and beauty help open doors and attract attention. Gradually, we begin to use the information we have gathered to form ideas and opinions of our own. As we cultivate our philosophy about life, our beauty becomes as much about what we are saying, doing, and creating as it is about our appearance. Like a tree in summer, we become full, expressive, beautiful, and productive. </font></h5> <h5 align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4">When the time comes for us to let go of the creations of our middle lives, we are like a tree in autumn dropping leaves, as we release our past attachments and preparing for a new phase of growth. The children move on, and careers shift or end. The lines on our faces, the stretch marks, and the grey hairs are beautiful testaments to the fullness of our experience. In the winter of our lives, we become stripped down to our essence like a tree. We may become more radiant than ever at this stage, because our inner light shines brighter through our eyes as time passes. Beauty at this age comes from the very core of our being—our essence. This essence is a reminder that there is nothing to fear in growing older and that there is a kind of beauty that comes only after one has spent many years on earth. </font></h5></font></font></font><font color="#ff00ff"></font></font> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-64917919366913358702014-10-04T10:56:00.001-04:002014-10-04T10:56:12.379-04:00Even a tiny Mouse can show Gratitude<p> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden"><strong><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-k124_QiuPYM/VDAKiRfEA6I/AAAAAAAAAlo/Wu3SPIAr20U/s1600-h/Awwwww-Flowers%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="Awwwww-Flowers" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="Awwwww-Flowers" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-g4e5UDa00Gc/VDAKi4OMMgI/AAAAAAAAAlw/w5ksSFJl0TY/Awwwww-Flowers_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164"></a></strong></font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden"><strong>Today I wanted to share another random act of kindness I shared with one of my special animals that I share my life and time with here in my enchanted forest. </strong></font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden"><strong>Of course living in a magical forest as I do there are always amazing things that happen more often than you could ever imagine. </strong></font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden"><strong>Let me start by explaining that I try very hard to protect the animal friends that live here with me. One of the things I do all the time is talk to the animals and explain to them my boundaries. I have had many mice over the years and I do not kill them I use a "Have A Heart Trap" to capture them and if it is the dead of winter with snow and Ice everywhere I collect them in a fish aquarium until I can drive them the two miles I need to and I release them at the reservoir so they have a good chance to survive and can't find their way back home to me.</strong></font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden"><strong>One evening I had to set my trap on the kitchen counter because for the past couple nights I could hear the house mouse scampering around and I could see the tale ,tale signs of the tiny droplets it was leaving of crumbs and other more nasty stuff behind on its midnight food hunt.</strong></font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden"><strong>I went to bed as usual knowing that in the morning it would be in my trusty trap just waiting to be transported to the beautiful vacation spot I had picked out for them at the dam.</strong></font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden"><strong>I awoke very early as usual and I glanced at the trap from a distance as I made my way to the bathroom. I could tell that the trap had been sprung and I was delighted to say the least. Another one to take to a better place today I thought.</strong></font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden"><strong>I took some time to do my morning thing and after I was dressed and had my meager breakfast I went to converse with the critter to let it know what my intention was for its remaining days on this earthly plane. As I gently picked up the small trap and looked in it I got the shock of my life. Looking back at me was a very scared ,shaking tiny Dear Mouse and her 3 pink babies looking back at me. Yep she was pregnant and the fright of getting caught made her have them in the trap that night..</strong></font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden"><strong>Well needless to say it took me back a little and I needed to regroup . Now what? I thought to myself , I can't let them loose in the wilderness now. After a little while I decided to just let them loose. I knew I would be able to catch them again when the babies were big enough to be released with their Mom. So I found a very small cardboard box to put them all in and I proceeded to open the trap and dump them in it. Well you guessed it, that didn't go well at all. When I looked into the box there were only 3 little pink babies there and Mom was literally flying across the counter for safety..Escape she did.. Here I am standing holding a box with 3 new born baby mice in it feeling like an idiot.</strong></font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden"><strong>After I got my composure I figured that if I put some tissues in the box to keep them warm and laid it on its side maybe the mom would come back to rescue them. All this while I am talking to the mom to let her know it is ok and I will leave them for her to get when she feels safe..</strong></font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden"><strong>I set them down and walked away to finish what I needed to do in my bedroom and after a short while I returned to see if they were still in the box. Well to my surprise I came just in time to catch the mom returning to the place she always came through to get into the kitchen. I just saw her tail going down the entrance when I called to her and asked her if she got her kids..By then she had disappeared but in a split second she heard me yell "Hey" and turned around to come back and let me know that she got them and I heard this little thank you and I felt her gratitude as she turned and left me once again. I was able to check the box on the counter and it was completely empty ,she even took the tissues to wrap them in back at their nest. What an awesome feeling that was and I finished my house work that day with a smile on my face knowing I was able to help a frantic mommy mouse save her babies.. </strong></font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden"><strong>Since I moved here I have been blessed to be able to find Bliss in the most simple things in life. Thank you Old Man.. He is my Guardian Tree out back.. who introduced the animals to me when I moved here years ago..I am blessed..</strong></font> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-47790939957206586352014-09-23T14:17:00.001-04:002014-09-23T14:17:12.179-04:00My Aha Ha Moment<p><strong><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden"></font></strong> <p><strong><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden"></font></strong> <p><strong><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-SzFQlr_uKHg/VCG5JKmNAYI/AAAAAAAAAk8/gYrc6-kdD1o/s1600-h/227838_1990783819421_1538138626_2164722_4008379_n%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="227838_1990783819421_1538138626_2164722_4008379_n" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="227838_1990783819421_1538138626_2164722_4008379_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-CKI71jfr6es/VCG5Jj_gc7I/AAAAAAAAAlA/QUvztDrTrJA/227838_1990783819421_1538138626_2164722_4008379_n_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="230" height="244"></a></font></strong></p> <p><strong><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden">My Aha Ha Moment</font></strong></p> <p><strong><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden">While I was listening to a you tube this morning I came to the conclusion that living a truly spiritual life means finding out what you are here for and what your gifts are and using that information to become the most authentic and loving person you can be.</font></strong> <p><strong><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden">Unconditional love is something we can learn from the animals on this planet. We were put hear to learn who we are and to become the highest vibrational and most loving being we can be in this life and time. </font></strong> <p><strong><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden">Shine your light as bright as you can every day you are here and don't be afraid to live your life out loud every single minute. </font></strong> <p><strong><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden">If you feel sad..Cry, and don't ever hold back., release all that does not serve you anymore. If something you are drawn to like myself having a pet pig or a pet rat etc. dose not meet the criteria of the world view or meet with the approval of the masses don't be afraid to engage in it anyway as long as it does not interfere with anyone else's life. I would never have wanted to miss the joy these amazing unconventional animals have brought me over these many years.</font></strong> <p><strong><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden">Nor the joy they have gifted to others who have had the good fortune to have met them personally. Actually the potbellied pig is the most sought after therapy animal in the U.S. today. I feel blessed to have been a huge part of that movement. It brought me more joy and fulfillment than anything in my life except my kids.. </font></strong> <p><strong><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden">Be the you ,you were meant to be and shine your light brightly where ever you go. This is how I intend to live out the rest of my days on this earthly plane.</font></strong> <p><strong><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden">I choose freedom and nonconformity, peace, and love over chains , a cage, and judgment in any form. I have declared my sovereignty in these last years of my being in a human state. So shine on my friends and remember "All you need to do is Live your life Out Loud."</font></strong> <p><strong><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4" face="Grandma's Garden"> Love and Light My Lady Becky Fire Elf Shimmer</font></strong> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-81982549585948713452014-09-19T06:27:00.001-04:002014-09-19T06:27:22.778-04:00The Road Goes Ever On and On<i><strong><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4" face="SimHei"></font></strong></i> <h6><i><strong><font color="#1fdbf5" size="4" face="SimHei"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-8VgrSD37fLg/VBwFBp6MeJI/AAAAAAAAAkk/c_RgJRlD3uE/s1600-h/ff10698eeadd56332cf79766d21487a1%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="ff10698eeadd56332cf79766d21487a1" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="ff10698eeadd56332cf79766d21487a1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1Fe-OC79Igs/VBwFCAv0wYI/AAAAAAAAAko/xaolA7oc_1M/ff10698eeadd56332cf79766d21487a1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="170" height="244"></a></font></strong></i></h6> <h6 align="center"><i><font size="4">I am sure you probably have figured out by now how deeply I love anything or everything that is Tolkien related. Below is just one of my favorite poems I would like to share. </font></i></h6> <h6 align="center"><strong><i><font size="4">JRR Tolkien was one of the greatest writers of our time ,and one of the first to introduce fantasy to us with his Elves, Wizards, Fairies, Dwarves, Hobbits, Orc's, Gobblins, Dragons, Wargs, Balrogs’, Trolls, Skin Changers, Ents, Necromancers, and a he gave us a whole new look at the concept of light and dark energy that is still alive in our world today..</font></i></strong></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">His amazing works gave a whole new meaning to the battle for (Middle) Earth based on his experiences in W W l. We are still fighting that battle every day. </font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">He gave us, his readers, fantasy for the first time wrapped in a whole new way of looking at our own reality. Because of that he will live forever in the hearts of everyone who has picked up his books or has seen Peter Jackson's movies and entered Middle Earth for the first time just to discover that it is not so far away from the world we still live in today. </font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">He gave us hope that someday we will all see white shores and beyond and the hope that no matter what happens the sun will shine all the brighter after we remove the dark from our own world.</font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">So because of him I believe in all these things and have made my life's' journey always trying to put a little sunshine back into the lives I have been able to touch over the many years doing therapy work and helping families to keep their beloved pet pigs at home where they belong.</font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">I also have a very strong belief in laughter as a healing tool </font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><font size="4"><em>Many years I walked this Earth and now I am running out of time so shine on all the brighter my friends and remember our lives here are like a blink of the eye. </em><em>Now</em><em> is all we are given. Don't sweat the small stuff and pick your battles well.</em></font></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">Please enjoy the poem it speaks volumes. </font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4"></font></em> </h6><strong><i></i></strong><strong><i></i></strong><strong><i></i></strong> <h6 align="center"><font size="4"><strong><i></i></strong></font> </h6> <h6 align="center"><font size="4"><strong><i></i></strong></font> </h6> <h6 align="center"><font size="4"><strong><i></i></strong></font> </h6> <h6 align="center"><font size="4"><strong><i>The Road goes ever on and on</i></strong><i></i></font></h6><i> <h6 align="center"><i><strong><font size="4">Down from the door where it began.</font></strong></i></h6></i> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">Now far ahead the Road has gone,</font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">And I must follow, if I can.</font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">Pursuing it with weary feet,</font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">Until it joins some larger way,</font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">Where many paths and errands meet.</font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">And wither then? I cannot say.</font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">Still round the corner there may wait</font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">A new road or a secret gate;</font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">And though I oft have passed them by,</font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">A day will come at last when I</font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">Shall take the hidden paths that run</font></em></h6> <h6 align="center"><em><font size="4">West of the Moon, East of the Sun</font></em></h6> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-32702105371418203402014-07-21T17:08:00.000-04:002014-07-21T17:16:13.035-04:00Reggie’s Last Show 7/6/2007<p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-rcY43AUR448/U82DEEAy1uI/AAAAAAAAAkE/HUqrd17FmF0/s1600-h/Rose_%252526_Reg_2%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="Rose_&_Reg_2" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Rose_&_Reg_2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ZdQMj-e_ViI/U82DGCe6C1I/AAAAAAAAAkM/T447xuvvlIc/Rose_%252526_Reg_2_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="348" height="479"></a></p> <p><font size="4" face="Arial">Rosie and Reggie discussing her last show in front of the Moscow PA.City council chambers.</font></p> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-62403679512494176852014-07-16T12:28:00.001-04:002014-07-16T12:28:35.382-04:00Honors..<p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-xK4N5a1oDNw/U8aoLbX1GlI/AAAAAAAAAjs/uM-PzA1gNOo/s1600-h/la%252520plaque%252520me%25255B10%25255D.jpg"><img title="la plaque me" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="la plaque me" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-opad3M4QJ7M/U8aoMbjPpgI/AAAAAAAAAj0/zfk5IOIi7Yg/la%252520plaque%252520me_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="828" height="1012"></a></p> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-38779981296166586312014-06-22T11:18:00.001-04:002014-06-22T17:30:34.540-04:00My Enchanted Forest Meditation<p><strong><font size="4"></font></strong> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-iTKOaqesuJ0/U6bzmZkLqLI/AAAAAAAAAjE/UTBrAr5394o/s1600-h/sunshine%25255B13%25255D.png"><img title="sunshine" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="sunshine" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-QEKI-sbCoaY/U6bzre9adPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6Fe_od_kl9g/sunshine_thumb%25255B11%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="855" height="520"></a><strong><font size="4"></font></strong> <p> <p><strong><font size="4">My Enchanted Forest Meditation</font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">by: Fire Elf Shimmer</font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">Please sit down somewhere peaceful and quiet and close your eyes as you just imagine you are sitting under a big Maple tree enjoying the cool shade made by his huge branches.After sitting there for a while you may start t</font></strong><strong><font size="4">aking a few deep cleansing breaths.</font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">After you are completely comfortable you begin to arise and start to follow the path you took to get there. You are beginning to realize you can no longer recognize anything around you. It seems that you have lost the path you were on and you are starting to feel a little light headed, actually you are starting to feel very light all over. In the distance you hear the quiet tinkle of tiny bells and the soft mesmerizing sound of running water coming from a distant brook. You keep heading towards the sound of the brook.Every once in a while you think you hear a giggle or a whisper in the distance . </font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">You are feeling more and more peaceful as you get closer to the sounds you are hearing. Your breathing is getting shallower as you start to feel safe and grateful for being here with all the forest critters.</font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">Just when you think you're tired legs won't take you one more step you see the small cool brook peeking through the woods in front of you. When you finally arrive at the waters edge you begin to search for a comfortable place to sit down . You immediately find an inviting tree person to to rest under. Taking a deep breath you begin removing your moccasins and you place your feet in the brook. Lying back against the tree you listen to the water trickle methodically over the rocks. You have no idea where you are or how you even got here nor do you even care at this point. You have no fear because ,you feel only love, peace and joy as you take in your surroundings.</font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">Completely relaxed you take another deep cleansing breath as you stretch out you can finally close your eyes and just breathe deeply. You are beginning to notice that your noisy mind is getting quiet. Step by step you allow your entre body completely relax. </font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">Down , down, down you go, you feel only Peace, as you hear the song of a bird singing beautifully and a chipmunk moving past you as it scurries up your tree person.. Breathe, breathe, breathe deeply.</font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">As you lay there you can feel the cool brook rushing over your bare feet and you can imagine how wonderful it would be if you could just stay in this enchanted place forever.</font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">Breathing in the sweet fragrances' that are all around you , you feel sleepy and peaceful as you enjoy the healing that is coming from the tree person you are sharing this moment with. You can also hear the whispers in the breeze as the tree people speak to each other and some tinkling of tiny bells from the fairy realm . It sounds like they are talking about you, but you are unable to make out their fairy speech. </font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">You Lay there</font></strong><strong><font size="4"> quiet and peaceful for what seems like a very long time when you take a glance around you notice the shadows are starting to grow short on the forest floor, signifying the day is quickly creeping away and it will soon be late afternoon and you will need to depart from this magical realm.</font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">Taking another deep cleansing breath you lovingly bless the tree person and thank him kindly for the healing you received and then you exchange names and vow to meet again very soon on this very spot. Then you dry your cold wet feet on the moss you were sitting on and thank it while y</font></strong><strong><font size="4">ou put your moccasins back on, and turning to the surrounding woods you bless them and thank them as you bid them all farewell. Now you can begin your long journey home with the feeling of undying love and contentment beaming from your heart center.. </font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">Breathing slowly as you find the lost path . </font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">When you arrive back at the edge of the wild you turn to look one last time before you leave this enchanted space and time and you can feel the gratitude emanate from the woodland realm as it thanks you back for your healing visit. </font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">Then with a heart felt sadness you leave your path with the intention to return again to visit the friends you met this day inside your enchanted forest..</font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">When you are ready you may open your eyes and return home..to reality.<img class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-winkingsmile" style="border-top-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none" alt="Winking smile" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-9Tm2EtekdoM/U6dK-c91pfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/PJnvLsWP0Dw/wlEmoticon-winkingsmile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800"></font></strong> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-42349995135459023052014-06-17T07:34:00.001-04:002014-06-17T07:34:54.689-04:00Extraterrestrial Truth Documentary : UFO FOOTAGE/ DISCLOSURE/ ET CONTACT<div id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:7c605ae2-f46c-4804-9611-f5c621f11a29" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" style="float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px"><div><object width="448" height="252"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTb2T0G2kpc#t=327?hl=en&hd=1"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTb2T0G2kpc#t=327?hl=en&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="448" height="252"></embed></object></div><div style="width:448px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">Extraterrestrial Truth Documentary</div></div> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-20927719586591748002014-06-17T07:20:00.001-04:002014-06-17T07:20:37.495-04:00Every Generation<div id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:1767350e-9307-4cbe-b569-1345531be5ef" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" style="float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px"><div><object width="448" height="252"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGDA0Hecw1k#t=45?hl=en&hd=1"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uGDA0Hecw1k#t=45?hl=en&hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="448" height="252"></embed></object></div><div style="width:448px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">Mike & The Mechanics - The living Years</div></div> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-18697892309490239322014-06-01T12:47:00.001-04:002014-06-18T13:09:11.176-04:00Free To Be Me<p> </p> <h1><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Z2u1CyGWHQY/U6HHrA5Pz7I/AAAAAAAAAis/2tNcPK4BeC0/s1600-h/Free%252520to%252520be%252520Me%25255B20%25255D.jpg"><img title="Free to be Me" style="display: inline" alt="Free to be Me" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-2QaFEC8UUjk/U4tZKU8-xgI/AAAAAAAAAi0/49_IHXCd3ls/Free%252520to%252520be%252520Me_thumb%25255B27%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="840" height="1130"></a></h1> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-78259266951497937932014-06-01T12:36:00.000-04:002014-06-01T12:45:07.151-04:00Important News from The Pig Zone<p><strong><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Arial Rounded MT Bold"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-VurZmPHEBUY/U4tYi250X3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/0oeKOinpQfs/s1600-h/pigs%252520013%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="pigs 013" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="pigs 013" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Bb5xkwY3GXg/U4tYkA6XXfI/AAAAAAAAAiI/XcHBmgt0cSA/pigs%252520013_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="354" height="253"></a></font></strong> <p align="center"><strong><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Arial Rounded MT Bold">This news is about getting written proof potbellied pigs are legal before you adopt them out.</font></strong> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Arial Rounded MT Bold"> Because of all the zoning cases this spring I have felt the urgency lately to post this very important information to all concerned. When you read it hopefully you will see the dire need to do this. </font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Arial Rounded MT Bold">It is quite apparent to me that there is something definitely amiss in the way some are placing their orphaned and new born pigs. </font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Arial Rounded MT Bold">I have more cases for zoning than I have ever had in the 20 years that I have been doing zoning of the potbellied pig. 25 new active cases just since spring to be exact.</font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Arial Rounded MT Bold"> How can this be in this day and age? I asked myself "Why is this happening?" I finally figured it out the main reason pigs are going to court. They are being cited because someone didn't get <i><u>written </u></i> proof that it is legal to have them in their municipality before they were sent to their new home. Either the family called the zoning department and asked the person who answered the phone if they were legal or they or they were never told there was a huge zoning problem for the potbellied pig in the first place . Someone in my opinion is not doing their job correctly and It is starting with the breeders and the adoption networks . </font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Arial Rounded MT Bold"> Just receiving a<u> <strong>YES </strong></u>answer to the question of "Are potbellied pigs zoned in your area ?' Is not enough proof. You all must start requiring adoptive pig parents to produce a hard copy of the written animal laws for their town stating this fact in black and white. If you are one of the ones doing this then please Stop taking any ones word for this very important question. Remember anyone can say yes to this question even someone in animal control or the zoning dept. It does not make it so. This happens all the time. Even letters from a mayor aren't any good. Yes this has happened..I have 2 cases now where they were told yes by the heads of animal control they were legal and they were not.. Only the actual law in hard copy stating that fact is legal when they have to go to a hearing and if they are legal to have there will be no hearing..They can't be cited in the first place unless the pig does damage or harms someone and that almost never happens..</font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Arial Rounded MT Bold"> I understand you all want to place pigs in good, loving homes, but in your haste you are putting the very pigs you care about in harm's way. If someone wants a pig and it is not mentioned in the existing pet laws then we can go in and change that before they take them home..I have helped many people do this very thing. I even worked with the Make -A-Wish Foundation to change the law for a little girl with Leukemia to get a pig in CA many years ago..</font> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4" face="Arial Rounded MT Bold"> Always remember, if the potbellied pig is not mentioned by name in either side of the already existing animal laws they will <u>always</u> be lumped into the livestock side of the law if someone complains. If they were legal to have there in the first place this would never be allowed to happen . </font> <p><font size="4"><font face="Arial Rounded MT Bold"><font color="#ff00ff"> If everyone that wants a pig is made to produce absolute written proof of the law accepting the potbellied pig before they go home there wouldn't be so many families trying to fight this very hard fight. It is getting harder to win these cases because of the relatively new Tea Cup Pig craze and I might say also that the laws are now starting to reflect the 40 pound weight limit. If the law has passed at a 40pound or less limit they will never change it. I have tried with no success at all.</font></font></font> <p><font size="4"><font face="Arial Rounded MT Bold"><font color="#ff00ff"> If everyone was more aggressive about getting a copy of the zoning law that is in place before you adopt a pig out most of these cases wouldn't happen. Just say'n. I'm just one person guys please help me out here.. send this <strong><font color="#ff00ff">eve</font></strong></font><strong><font color="#ff00ff">rywhere..</font></strong></font></font> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-647072852885263872014-06-01T12:23:00.000-04:002014-06-01T12:24:26.642-04:00Thorin Oakenshield<p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-pNIzutuScBw/U4tTsxwDSwI/AAAAAAAAAhs/6Fk34BNQPss/s1600-h/23d4934fa9271dd2226102e09cf82955%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img title="23d4934fa9271dd2226102e09cf82955" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; float: none; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; display: block; padding-right: 0px; margin-right: auto" border="0" alt="23d4934fa9271dd2226102e09cf82955" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-_XALdJMw6kM/U4tTuDAosSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/k-pzArTXF4E/23d4934fa9271dd2226102e09cf82955_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="546" height="661"></a></p> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-65052989080923079722014-05-25T08:13:00.000-04:002014-05-25T09:10:24.636-04:00Memorial Day 2014<p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"><font color="#ff00ff" size="4"><strong> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-h5gqDvEBosY/U4HrvQ8vwII/AAAAAAAAAhU/YDMVEf2HD74/s1600-h/Rose_%252526_Reg_2%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="Rose_&_Reg_2" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Rose_&_Reg_2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-VKm2SiE5DcI/U4Hrvz4VHvI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ridWS97zAEY/Rose_%252526_Reg_2_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="194" height="298"></a></strong></font></p> <p><font color="#ff00ff" size="4"><strong> I was asked by a friend ,who would I memorialize this Memorial day? </strong></font><strong><font color="#ff00ff" size="4">This was not a very hard question to answer, because I live every day missing my Guardian Angel Reggie. She was not only my Angel she was my constant companion for the short 14 years she was with me on this earthly plane. She inspired me every day to either write or take a picture or just share the joy she gave to me with others.</font></strong></p> <p><strong><font color="#ff00ff" size="4"> She was an amazing animal who helped me move through the dark night of the soul and pass back into the light. She was sent to me by my Higher Being to guide me and help me through all the hard times I needed to go through to get to where I am now. </font></strong></p> <p><strong><font color="#ff00ff" size="4"> Reggie gave me a reason to get out of bed every day and face the world head on without hesitation. She saved my life and she gave me a new life , a life of joy and laughter, a life of peace and contentment. She made me look through the eyes of an animal ,but not just any animal . She had me looking through the eyes of a pig. Not just any pig ,but a little pig who had no idea she was a pig. </font></strong></p> <p><strong><font color="#ff00ff" size="4"> Reggie was sent here for a short while to teach others just how special pigs really are. She showed everyone how smart and clean pigs are and how important it is to respect all animals no matter what kind of body they were given by their creator.</font></strong></p> <p><strong><font color="#ff00ff" size="4"> Reggie thrived on her connection with humans. She loved to show off for them and amaze them. This is what she did best. She was one of the most famous good will ambassadors for the potbellied pigs out there at the time. We had mutual respect and love for each other and for what we were doing together at the time. We healed many hearts and gave people a reason to laugh. </font></strong></p> <p><strong><font color="#ff00ff" size="4"> Some of you might wonder why I would pick my pig for this honor. The reason is clear to me why. It is because she was the only one in my life who never disappointed me</font></strong> <strong><font size="4"><font color="#ff00ff">in </font><font color="#ff00ff">any way. She loved me unconditionally and showed it every day as she followed me around and did anything and everything I asked her to do for me. She loved me more than life and I loved her that much too. Here I am 6 years after she passed still sheading tears for her because I miss her so much. She inspired me in every aspect of my life back then and she is still doing it today. </font></font></strong></p> <p><strong><font color="#ff00ff" size="4"> When I look back at our life together I still am amazed at what we were able to accomplish together. If it wasn’t for my little black bristly bundle of joy I know in my heart I would not have survived to be here 21 years later or to be writing this to anyone. She not only saved my life but she gave me one amazing life to live and beautiful memories so wonderful to share with lifelong friends I would have never even met if it wasn’t for a special pig who came from heaven to care for me.and care for me she did and still does to this very day.</font></strong></p> <p><strong><font color="#ff00ff" size="4"> So yes my piggy Reggie you are the most deserving of this honor on Memorial Day Weekend. Even though you decided to leave before your time you are still missed by many people who’s lives you touched. Especially me my piggy pal. Mommy misses you and I honor you this special day..You deserve it. Love Mommy.</font></strong></p> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-5365852070086016962014-05-23T10:04:00.000-04:002014-05-24T20:12:18.598-04:00Reaffirming My Life<p align="left"> </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-uGssHDVGgeU/U39VRQakrCI/AAAAAAAAAg8/XO19DrU3_dw/s1600-h/Picture%252520of%252520me%2525201%25255B5%25255D.png"><img title="Picture of me 1" style="border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px; border-top-width: 0px" border="0" alt="Picture of me 1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-SxSWF2FoKo8/U39VSgPDCWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/zZPXXGjt_Ig/Picture%252520of%252520me%2525201_thumb%25255B3%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="240" height="240"></a></p> <p align="left"><font color="#c27ba0" size="4" face="Arial"><strong> I have decided to get back to my blog to freshen it up and keep a written record of what is important to me now. <br> I am constantly watching myself evolve day by day into someone who is nothing at all what I started this life out like.<br> I see someone who is mostly fearless and definitely determined. I see the Warrior who is battle worn and fatigued. I see joy that I made it this far and surprise that my accomplishments are so diverse and wonderful. <br> I now have the realization that time as we know it is ticking away and every waking hour I have to decide what is the most important thing for me to do in the time I have left even if it is just for today. <br> I have been here for hundreds of years and thousands of lifetimes but it is really only NOW that I have control over. For a fleeting moment I look back to where I have been and know in an instant that ,like Gandalf said," 300 years I walked this earth and now I have no time."<br>So many things I need to do so many places I want to see, so many ends I need to tie up. Truly time waits for no one. <br>Blessings of white light to all..My Lady Rebecca who really needs to fulfill my pledge to stop wasting time..Just for today at least..</strong></font></p> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531996715476120016.post-55616374871239737052014-05-23T07:53:00.000-04:002014-05-23T07:54:17.402-04:00Living My Life Out Loud<p> <p><strong><font size="4"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ITQ1WSNI-aY/U3825JomxhI/AAAAAAAAAgk/N21Y3ikicqs/s1600-h/73155_1657478126987_1538138626_1605009_7214568_n%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img title="73155_1657478126987_1538138626_1605009_7214568_n" style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" alt="73155_1657478126987_1538138626_1605009_7214568_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-qpAEly27ewA/U38258-H7LI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZwO2mIw26HA/73155_1657478126987_1538138626_1605009_7214568_n_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="113" height="154"></a></font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4"></font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">My Aha Ha Moment</font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4"></font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">While I was listening to a you tube video this morning I came to the conclusion that living a truly spiritual life means finding out what you are here for and what your gifts are and using that information to become the most authentic and loving person you can be.</font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">Unconditional love is something animals were sent here to teach us. We were put hear to learn who we are and to become the highest vibrational and most loving being we can be in this life and time. </font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">Always shine your light as bright as you can every day you are alive and don't be afraid to live your life out loud every single minute. I have colored outside the box all my life and I am so glad I have. Life is to be lived not wished for. Enjoy what you already have and accomplished not what you think you are missing out on.</font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">Someone once said that whatever you buy only gives us that amazing high for 90 days then it becomes second nature to you and you start to look for the next fix to bring back the high you lost after the 90 days are up. </font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">If you feel sad..Cry, and don't ever hold back., release all that does not serve you anymore. If something you are drawn to like myself having a pet pig or a pet rat etc. does not meet the criteria of the world view or meet with the approval of the masses don't be afraid to engage in it anyway as long as it does not interfere with anyone else's life. I would never have wanted to miss the joy my amazing unconventional animals have brought me over these many years. I always seem to gravitate towards prey animals instead of predators.</font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">Nor would I have wanted to miss the joy my pig has gifted to others who have had the good fortune to have met her personally. Actually the potbellied pig is the most sought after therapy animal in the U.S. today. I feel blessed to have been a huge part of that movement. I was one of the pioneers in that field and am now highly regarded as a expert. It brought me more joy and fulfillment than anything in my life except my kids.. </font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">Be the you ,you were meant to be and shine your light brightly where ever you go. This is how I intend to live out the rest of my days on this earthly plane.</font></strong> <p><strong><font size="4">I choose freedom and nonconformity, peace, and love over chains , a cage, and judgment in any form. I have declared my sovereignty in these last years of my being in a human state. So shine on my friends and remember "All you need to do is Live your life Out Loud." Love and Light My Lady Becky Fire Elf Shimmer</font></strong> My Lady Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18268543146696034325noreply@blogger.com0