Wednesday 21
This morning I was feeling rather sorry for myself at the amount of effort I put into life and living (especially work) and the rather feeble response (so far - see, ever expectant!) from the Almighty.
I was confused (hence the corner pic) and then mildly aggrieved (with the Almighty again) at how others seem to lap up flow yet fail to follow virtually every metaphysical principle. I do have an answer but my mind was diverted by the sad news of the death of the surgeon husband of Natascha McElhone.
Obviously I do not know her from a hole in wall, but I have frequently read about how they met and fell in love and their love really sounded so wonderful. He came across as a very special man indeed. She must be absolutely devastated. My thoughts and prayers go to her over the ether.
Scant consolation, but at least she had that love for many years. She can tune into him with memory, even if the physicality is no more. Many more people go through their whole lives without that soul pleasure, reliant only on imagination and hope.
Finally got round to reading the article plugging a book on crystal skulls or even THE crystal skulls. Chilling, alarming, shock, mystery, ghostly, dramatic, personal tragedies… I am not a great fan of over-excitable writing for propounding an idea, even to sell a book.
The one thing that everyone can agree on about ‘facts’ is that inevitably there will be another fact to change the original proposition. That does not mean I think the message of the crystal skulls, if there is one, should be dismissed though.
My home is scattered with crystals and I can rarely resist buying small pieces, especially in low cost jewellery. My favourite crystal is citrine. There again, if anyone is buying, I also love yellow diamonds (mellower beauty than the white variety) and yellow sapphires (must touch the skin if worn) too.
btw the low cost is because I have a spiritual theory that they do not re-charge (and store energy) very well.
Talking of charging cells (sort of), I am often either intrigued or annoyed by the way my assembler-level programme latches on to a man, any man, who shows me attention, as a likely candidate for love and affection.
It is most odd but seems to confirm another odd spiritual theory of mine: that we are receiving and transmitting devices in human form. Obviously not totally robotic (although I cannot speak for most of the great unwashed). That’s where free will comes in. Ah. We are back to that again. More anon.
