This will make it easier for me to keep the blog updated and it will give you one less blog to read. Since it’s all related, I thought this would be the best for both you and me.

I’m not sure if I’m going to keep the title the same, though. But for now it works. I’ll be thinking about a tag line. If anyone has any ideas that you’d like to share, please do so if you’d like.

Now with less blogs to think about keeping updated, I’ll be able to be more focused. I do have plans for another blog, which may take some of what I write here away, but not too much. That probably won’t be for awhile, though. And those plans may change, too.

This is and will remain my spiritual blog. Welcome.:)

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.:)

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.:(

The synchronicities are flowing like a river. I probably won’t share them all, though. I’ll start with sharing a dream my daughter had a couple nights ago: Throat Synchronicity It’s on my other blog because it just fit there at the time.

I’ve also been seeing a lot of horses (symbolism) for the past couple of months. On television and online usually soon after I think about them. This started awhile before the distant Reiki session and the tarot card reading done by Grace of The Wild Pomegranate.

It’s taken awhile, but the messages are coming in bit by bit synchronistically. So far, the Bear and the Ant, which I’ll write about later.

Right before I finished writing the last paragraph, my local news did a segment on a park here in town that’s having a pony camp for young children. They showed a merry-go-round with live ponies that children get to ride on every day during the camp. It reminded me of the time I was around five and got to ride on one. I wanted to volunteer there, but the city bus doesn’t go there, just like another park I was hoping to volunteer at to help care for an owl and an Eagle (or a Hawk).

So, one of my questions to God always is the same with synchronicities: “What does this message mean for my life synchronistically?” <–An excellent article, by the way. And although the horse wasn’t one of the medicine cards, it still has a message for me since it’s come into my world synchronistically, which has to do with power and freedom. I’ll also write more about that later.

I synchronistically found some articles at The Dreamtime by Brett Simpson while doing a key word search for “What does this message mean for my life?”. Specifically issues #19 (Throat-Singing) and #21 (Readings and Synchronicity). I’m including issue #20 because the article is continued from issue #19.

I told you the synchronicities were flowing.:)

My intuition told me that this would resonate with me perfectly. The message is #33.

Not all of the messages have in such a timely manner. It’s at these times when I’m compelled to share a message I’ve received from God.

On this day of your life, dear friend, I believe God wants you to know…

…that you can change what you see. You don’t have

to be trapped by it.

Nothing has to remain the way it is, and nothing is

the way it is forever unless and until you say so.

You really are in charge of your day-to-day

experience. Really.

You know exactly why you received this message

today.

Love, Your Friend….

Neale Donald Walsch

You see. I’ve fallen on hard times. It’s of my own making, I know. But it is what it is until I change it. There are lessons to be learned and a strengthening in my character and spirit to occur. “This too shall pass”. I don’t like to admit it out loud, but sometimes I just don’t know how to make those changes. I don’t always know who to ask for help or whether or not I should. There are some people who do expect something in return. A simple “thank you” isn’t always enough. And I just don’t always know what I can give back. And it hurts when I don’t have what they want. I then feel guilty for even asking for help from them.

For those who don’t expect more than a person can give, you are the angels of love. I’m not writing this in this hopes of someone coming to my rescue. I’m not even sure why I’m sharing it at all. Well, it’s probably because of Rob Parnell’s article, Finding Your Unique Voice. I just wonder why sometimes I don’t fear being vulnerable while other times I shake and get tingly just thinking about it.

I know in my soul that what the message says is true. It’s just difficult while going through these times of hardship. It can be really hard to be positive. And yet, I believe there is hope. This timely message proves that to me. I haven’t given up.

I have been getting some help. And I am ever so grateful.

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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.

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’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.

A few days ago I had a visitor view my profile, and he was one who had a pic, which I don’t doubt was of himself. When I first saw the photo, I was taken aback. I don’t know what made me think of my uncle because other than a long gray beard, they really didn’t look alike. And this man who I only saw a photo of had a much fuller beard than my uncle. But even having that realization, a little twinge of surprise and sadness was there.

When I visited his profile and I scrolled down the page and got to the end, I wasn’t even thinking about looking for a name or an age. I was just going down the page as I always do, I guess out of habit. Once again I was taken aback.

I got a little teary-eyed when I saw his name. His name, just like my uncle, is Chuck.

I was always fond of my Uncle Chuck. When I was little, when kids would ask me if I was related to Charles Bronson, I would say “yes”, with a big smile on my face. My last name is Brunson, but they didn’t pay attention to the pronunciation. I got tired of being asked that so I decided to have fun with it.:)

I have an uncle who is a retired pilot. My Uncle Chuck once told me that my other uncle owned an airplane that was in a Charles Bronson movie. He didn’t tell me which movie and I don’t even know if he was being honest with me. But it’s cool to think that it’s possible.

My Uncle Chuck died a few years ago. Before he died, my sister told me that she had had a dream that he had died. I think it was only about a week or two later that it happened.

When I was a foster child, we went for years without seeing each other. I was so glad that he found me. I think he knew that it wouldn’t be long for him. He smoked up until his last day here. He had emphysema. I’m glad he’s not suffering any more.

A man I have never met before reminded me of my uncle. Without MyBlogLog, that may never have happened. I liked what he wrote about himself on his profile. Sounds like a fun guy.

We are all connected.

*I just noticed that Charles Bronson was born on November 3, 1921. My birthday is November 21, 1963 and my favorite number has always been, for as long as I can remember, the number 3. Cool. Come to find out, his last name wasn’t really Bronson. It was Buchinsky. He died of pneumonia and Alzheimer’s disease.