Spiritually Speaking

I found this blog, Chicken Scratch linked from Creativity Portal. The title of the blog and the description caught my attention: “Observations on writing and taking pleasure of the small things in life. Want to learn to write beautifully? Pay attention to what a chicken scratches.”

I’ve either had to learn to take pleasure in the small things in life or live my life in misery. May as well enjoy those little things, eh? I would love to learn how to write beautifully and to stop comparing myself to those who do. Easier said than done. Bad habits are hard to break.

I took the Thursday Thirteen post as a sign to share this blog. It’s number Thursday Thirteen #33. I just looked at the clock and it said 11:11 am. I’ve been seeing that lately. Speaking of clocks, the digits of the time she submitted her posts adds up to 13. My daughter has been seeing the number 33 a lot.

What does it all mean? I believe there are universal meanings for the numbers, but I also believe that the meanings are also personal. On a personal level, the reasons for seeing these numbers may be similar and yet they are unique for each one of us. We all have our own circumstances, our own personal stories that have meaning only for ourselves.

Seeing these numbers can help to awaken us and to guide us spiritually. We then have the choice whether to become aware or to ignore these symbols. For some it may seem easier to just ignore them. For others, more difficult. If something is pulling at you to learn more, then why not listen to that voice? You might discover something about you or life itself that you never expected to learn.

I just looked at the clock again. It now says, 11:33 am.:)

I’ve had a cold for the past week or more (I’ve lost track of when it started), which turned into a sinus infection and then went back to a cold. I was needing to sneeze and it just wouldn’t come out and then the left side of my face swelled up like a balloon. I think there’s still a little bit of swelling, but compared to the way I’ve been feeling, right now I feel pretty darn good. And I finally sneezed a couple times, which gave me even more relief.

Now suddenly I watch television and at least one character on a few different shows have had some type of virus. I’m grateful not to be as sick as some of those characters.

In the meantime I’ve lost about five pounds. Which doesn’t hurt me a bit.

Now my daughter has a sore throat and a cough.:(

Please forgive me for my absence. I no longer have the time restraints as before. I’m stuck Uninspired. As I have been many times before. I’ve written some but for some reason I haven’t been able to finish it. I hope to be back to blogging soon. I miss you.

I haven’t had much time online since before January. My time has been limited due to the isp I’m using to help me financially. I have until April and then I’m not sure what I’ll do for an internet service provider. I’m not worried about it. Something will come to me just in time. It always does.

I hope all who celebrate Valentine’s Day enjoyed the day with a lot of love and peace. February 14 is the day I found out for sure that I was pregnant with my youngest child. I wasn’t on a spiritual journey back then and didn’t experience much peace within. I made my life quite chaotic. I’m glad those days are over and I’m also glad that I look back and see how far I’ve come, emotionally and spiritually. I don’t dwell on that time. I’m just glad to be in a much better place now then I was back then.

I’ll be back with more about synchronicity as soon as I can.

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My symbol. The butterfly. It’s not how my synchronistic journey began. But butterflies are what made me believe. They helped me to see me and you, dear reader, as more than just a body with a mind. Butterflies opened my eyes and my heart to hear the whispers of my Soul, that listens to God (or whatever name you choose).

The butterfly is a symbol of transformation. Of rebirth and renewal. I wrote on my other blog about the new year and mentioned new beginnings. I wasn’t looking for this graphic, but I didn’t have to, either. That’s what synchronicity is all about. Meaningful coincidences.

We don’t have to go looking for the signs, it will be as if they come to us, if we are open to accept them.

I just looked at the clock and it said, 11:44. Two numbers which I have been seeing a lot lately: 11 and 44. Yes, I’m still seeing the number 44 and from what I’ve seen looking at my stats, so have quite a few other people.

This tells me that I should do some more reading and research and some more writing about it. I want to help you if I can. I’m not an expert but I will share whatever I can.

The butterfly goes through such a dramatic change and they become so beautiful in their final form, but, I think caterpillars are beautiful, too. There is beauty in all. All we have to do is look with our Souls.

Happy New Year!

Be Blessed.

I wish for you all everything good in your life. Peace, love, and happiness. Look within.

I’ll be back. I’m going to go watch a movie now. I forgot the name of it. Something to do with aliens. I may fall asleep. I wonder if I’ll dream of aliens or butterflies. Not really. I just thought it and decided to type out my thoughts.

I’m going through a metamorphosis. I kind of like this change. It’s freeing. I hope this feeling lasts. I guess it could if I allow it to.

No synchronicities right now. Maybe later.

Sometimes the most urgent and vital thing you can possibly do is take a complete rest. ~Ashleigh Brilliant
I’m so glad I found this theme and that I finally got it to work on my blog. I was getting frustrated because of “missing style sheet” message I kept getting. The unzip utility created a folder which wasn’t needed and because the files were in that folder, wordpress couldn’t find the file, style.css. All I had to do was move the files to the right folder and then the theme showed up with the others.

You’ll see me referencing butterflies quite a bit here. I love butterflies, but it’s not just because of their beauty and grace. They represent a symbol of death rebirth and transformation. But this will have to wait. I’m very sleepy and this text editor is too slow right now. It keeps stopping and getting stuck for a few seconds. Hopefully it’ll be better later today when I have more energy and patience.

My main theme will be spirituality but right now it’s time for me to get some much needed sleep.

image: by Paul Anderson, morguefile.com

Diana

I do believe that God began sending me messages through butterflies. I have never doubted this and after the past few years, I believe it even more. Not because I have been receiving these messages lately, but because when I do, I get a sense of peace in my soul. It warms my heart to know that there are others who also receive messages of hope such as I do. Here is a story that is just one example of many about the spiritual symbol that is the butterfly.

Butterfly, by the way, is another word for “soul” and “Psyche”.

Probably the most famous mythological story is that of Psyche and Eros (Cupid). In Greek Mythology, Psyche (Greek for “butterfly” and “soul“), the beautiful princess who, because of her beauty, captured the attention of the worshippers of Venus, the jealous godess commanded her son, Eros to make Psyche fall in love with the most hidious looking man.

When Eros saw how beautiful Psyche was, he fell in love with her instantly. But he didn’t want her to see how handsome he was and so he hid her in a remote place and when he visited her, it was always in the dark. One night she lit a lamp and when she looked closely at him, a drop of oil fell on him and woke him up.

Eros was so angry that he left her. She searched the entire Earth for him until Aphrodite captured her. When Eros rescued Psyche, Jupitor made her immortal and then Psyche and Cupid were married.

This is just a short version of the story. I believe I found the best version at Myths-Dreams-Symbols.

Today my daughter turned fourteen. It took me awhile to get used to her turning into a teenager and now I have to get used to her not being 14. I remember when I told her that she was no longer a pre-teen and how hard it would be for me to get used to it.

The older I get the quicker it seems th time goes by.

She’s grown up a lot in the past year. she’s a lot more independent and yet she still stays close to home. Thank God.

She’s my youngest. The last one to be at home and I’m not really looking forward to experiencing having an emtpy nest. So, the best that I can do is make treasure the time we have together and make the best of it as much as possible.

I hope that we don’t have a rocky relationship like my son and I had. I hope that she always knows that I love her and want her near. My son didn’t feel that way. That still saddens me because I feel like I did so much wrong and so much damage to him.

I love all of my children so much and seeing them get older makes me sad and also proud to see them able to be their own person.

I love you, Adriana. Happy birthday, Sweetie.

Brian is my brother who I haven’t seen since I was around 12 years old. I completely missed growing up with him and my youngest sister. I don’t even know where he is now. I don’t know if he’s still in California or not.

Brian was only 2 years old the last time I saw him. I have a picture of him when he was around eight. I was placed in a foster home and yet he had to stay with my abusive father. I could never understand why that happened.

I hope my brother is well now. I know he has one son, but I don’t know his age. I hope to see them someday. Sooner rather than later.

Happy birthday Brian. I love you.