Traveling with a feisty older brother means curve balls ricochet within each day’s plan.  The trip brims with leadership bids proven ineffective over an old GPS afflicted with electronic Alzheimer’s.  It refuses to register its location.

The hardiness of both sisters shone beyond expectation.  The sibling who underwent lumpectomy surgery greeted and visited as though the procedure had been done the week before.  With her son and daughter joining the visit, we left her tired and blissful.

Two days later, our oldest sister greeted us with unexpected enthusiasm and clarity.  Immediate recognition, big hugs and a welcome “airing” outside in the gorgeous sunlit morning reassured us of our sister’s improvement.  Though she’s adamant about returning home, all of us know that her safety and quality of life will be sustained with competent staff in her new residence of well appointed care.

Concerns have been overridden with the strength of familiar voices, an abundance of healing familiarity and the seal of family humour.

Thanks, everyone, for all the good wishes, prayers and positive thoughts.  You added a healing agent to their lives.

We topped the serving of family love when we visited and shared dinner with our brother and his family.  He and I are the two youngest.   It’s been a long time since a hug meant as much as the one I shared with this brother.  We may not connect as often as many families, but the depth and quality of this familial recharge will be life-sustaining for me.

As my older brother knelt on the ground to tidy the simple granite marker for our parents’ ashes, I envisioned Mom and Dad looking at one another and saying, “We didn’t do such a bad job.”

After visiting the first sister, we headed for the brother's cottage by a mountain lake. This was our morning greeting. We stayed for two days and cleaned the yard from winter's ravages.

Watching smoke make an artful appearance over the lake.

Healthy food abounded - like this salad for lunch. One dinner was fresh halibut cooked to a golden crispy brown perfection. Hard physical labour aided and abetted the appetite.

The hotel’s WiFi is grouchy.  It keeps cutting out when I attempt to add more photos.

Have to send this for now.

I miss you, all your news and your goings-on.

Love to all of you.

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Please do the world a favour.

Watch this well-produced, INFORMATIVE movie.

WE OWE IT TO OUR FUTURE TO BE INFORMED.

THE PLANET AND OUR QUALITY OF LIFE

DEPENDS UPON OUR AWARENESS.

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Thank you, Raven, for the encouragement to bring this movie to the Occupy.

The world will thank every one of us.

It’s only a matter of time and exposure.

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Every Thursday

we OCCUPY this space.

We give this planet a shot of

fun, support and positive energy.

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Share something you’ve been wanting to tell the world.

or

Do an Occupy of your own and add a link in comments.

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This space thrives on positive material.  Soul Dipper reserves the right to decline any submission that is presented with a flair for the negative, deemed  to be derogatory or could be surmised as slanderous.

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Soul Dipper

will be on a road trip.

Checking up on two older sisters.

One has cancer surgery on Wednesday, April 18,

and the other?

She’s in another province

in a safe, comfortable and caring residence for seniors.

She has Alzheimer’s and wants to go home.

Maybe we can bring some HOME to her.

Two different provinces,

Two different circumstances,

Two different siblings -

On the Road to Familydom.

I will grab every opportunity to dive into the familiarity

of your welcome blog.

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The Occupy will be posted early.

The number of readers soar on Occupy Thursdays,

but

I know it’s been tough slogging through World Finance material.

So I’ll post a FREE movie called “THRIVE”

- on the Occupy -

It will bring the CLARITY you’ve asked for.

IT IS POSITIVE.

UPLIFTING.

FREE.

Bring Your Own Popcorn!

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Please let someone know you love them.

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The Cease and Desist action is now underway. 

Be aware of possible effects – e.g. no travel in and out of the United States.

- e.g. Possible impact on the Internet in various areas.

Understand the purpose of these effects.

It is containment and detainment of those to be arrested; it is not action against us.

Replace fear with understanding.

PLEASE READ:

David Wilcock explains the event on his blog (here).  He begins:

“The next major milestone for Mass Arrests of the cabal has now arrived. Liens have now been filed against all twelve Federal Reserve banks. A Cease and Desist Order has also been filed — to prevent the world’s wealth from continuing to be stolen.  (Read on…)

Beloved Guides, do you think everyone knows there’s an entire corporation of angels, souls, spirits working for each one of us?

Our jubilation would be felt throughout the Universe if the answer was “YES”.  The numbers have increased significantly during this upsurge of energy into the next dimensional level.  However, the effects of your media and the fear-based continuance of warring factions cause souls to disbelieve in the support that is ever present.  Negativity is the decisions made by an ego; not by a heart.  It is through the efforts of those humans who are willing to continue speaking for good who perpetuate hope and reinforce knowing.

David Wilcock seems one of those voices who speak the truth.  Though 100s of thousands read his material or watch his videos, many of us continue to do so with reticence and with a “we’ll see” attitude.  I’m one of them.    Are you willing to address the subjects he introduces?

Our covenant and purpose in serving your planet and the All Loving Presence is to remind humans of their everlasting, ever-being significance.  Not one soul exists by accident or happenstance.  Every soul is a significant part of the whole.  The Universe depends upon it.  This is why judgement is an action that requires Love and stamina to overcome.  No one soul can possibly understand the complete function and purpose of another soul.

How much do humans understand of their own purpose?  Very little, we can assure you, because we are endowed with seeing a broader view of your purpose; yet even our view is not Absolute.

Therefore, our service is to remind humans of their beauty and their significance.  Any deviation from that knowing has been created by the human aspect of that being.  Every soul manifests Love through its inner peace, joy, beauty, wisdom, clarity and reverence.  While engaged or dwelling in those natural states, each soul remembers.  A distant din alerts the attention and its ‘knowing’ is triggered.  It’s those times when the veil thins and almost rises into remembrance.

A Meditation Chair Awaits

Is this why we are encouraged to meditate?

We are moving beyond encouraging.  We urge everyone to meditate.  Our mandate is to serve, but it is the self-will of individual souls to feed themselves.  We strive for different verbiage since the familiarity of many phrases referring to the importance of meditation causes many to gloss over the essence or message.  We hope to access a concept that will cause the words to rise from this layout and create a customized impact that is real and reminding.

Our attempt takes us to the concept of home.  When you are tired enough, you will come Home.  When you have no other safety, you will come Home.  When you feel your soul is dying, you will want to be Home.  Meditation is Home.  Home is meditation.    Therein lies the peace, Love, joy that you crave.  Therein lies the healing power of Love.  Therein awaits the clarity for which you long and over which you languish.

Therein breathes our ability to be with you full force and hold you Home.

Beloved Guides, thank you for your consistent reminders of how Loved we are.  I don’t feel the need for any further dialogue. 

We concur.  Blessings on all and thank you for these opportunities to be of service.  We urge you to begin now to claim your own Divine essence.  Accept it now.  If you could see your beauty, as we are able, you would be transformed instantaneously.  Meditation facilitates this process.  The time has arrived for you accept your gifts and take steps to redefine and reform what being human is.  You have the will, choice and power.  We stand before you and long to be welcomed into your Home.

A Gate To Home

David Wilcock:  The man who’s been turning lights on.

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TODAY’S SLOGAN:

You Decide, but BE INFORMED:

A Cease and Desist Order is about to be activated, according to Wilcock, and its effect will bring down the 1%.  The names on this Order are largely familiar to the world.  Plans have been carefully put together to bring the Order into effect.

To understand the Order, some background information is given here.  Click anywhere on this link.  If you want to see the list of people who will be served, scroll down on this linked site until the marker on the right side of your screen is about one and one-half inches from the bottom of your screen. 

David interviews an informant named”Drake” who has permission to share some of the plans for activating this Order.  Plans are at a stage where they want the public to be aware and accurately informed even though a date cannot be divulged at this point.

There is no need for concern or panic…however there may be no travel out of the United States until all arrests are made.  All Internet communication in the USA may be put on hold for a period of time.

It’s your decision whether you feel it’s worth listening to…towards the end of this interview, there are some very basic, common sense suggestions.  The after-effects of the world taking this major action against the 1% can not be fully predicted; nor can anyone predict the period of time the consequences will be prevalent.

Here is the interview with David Wilcock and “Drake”- it may not be professionally “polished”, but don’t let that bias block the facts:

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You Decide, But Be Informed

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Every Thursday

we OCCUPY this space.

We give this planet a shot of

fun, support and positive energy.

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Share something you’ve been wanting to tell the world.

or

Do an Occupy of your own and add a link in comments.

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This space thrives on positive material.  Soul Dipper reserves the right to decline any submission that is presented with a flair for the negative, deemed  to be derogatory or could be surmised as slanderous.

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“Why do I have to do that stupid job, Mom?”  Frustration filled my five year old heart as I grabbed the cream enamel bowl and stood over the trap door between the kitchen and the living room.  “I always have to get yukky potatoes!  It’s scary down there.  I can hardly see.”

The darkness and the acrid smell lie waiting beneath the trap door.

Receiving no response to my protest,  I raised my voice, “What if the lid shuts when I’m down in that root cellar?”

One of my siblings shouted, “Oh, don’t worry, Amy.  We’d hear you!  You’d scream the roof off the house.”  Laughter from the rest of the lazy crew sounded from various parts of the house.

I pulled on the metal ring and easily raised the trapdoor.  It opened fully so I could rest it on the floor.  I crawled backwards down the ladder into the bowels of cold storage.  Halfway down, I reached out and scraped the enamel bowl across the floor hoping for frenzy-producing screeches.  I continued down the ladder, tucked the flashlight under my chin and began to find potatoes at record speed.  I moaned with disgust having stuck my finger into a slimy, rotten potato that smelled like mold.

“Will you bring up some carrots, too, please, darling?” my mom shouted from the kitchen.

Even more fed up, I shouted,  “Someone come and grab this bowl!  It’s heavy!”.  One of the older siblings reached down for the bowl as I held it over my head.

I grabbed a few carrots from the cobwebbed bin and scurried back to the ladder.  “Here, somebody grab these carrots!”  The carrots disappeared from my up-stretched hand.

I climbed up the ladder and headed for the wash basin.  The impact of what I had touched hit home in full light.  I scrubbed and sniffed until I was sure every drop of potato slime was gone.

The division of labour was unfair and I needed to talk about it to a trustworthy person.  Mom was alone, outside, the next day, “I can’t wait to get big.”

“What makes you say that?” she asked.

“I hate being bossed around.  Everybody tells me what to do.  Like getting stinky potatoes.”

“Do you think you’ll have no bosses when you are bigger?”

“I’ll make sure I’m the boss when I’m big.”

“Well, you’ll have a boss even if you are the boss.”

“No I won’t.”

“Yes, you’ll always have a clock.”

“A clock?”

“We all have to do what time tells us to do.  Time to go to bed.  Time to eat.  Time to go to school.  Time to plant the garden.”

“Oh, M-a-a-w-m!”

“It’s true, my dear.  And time goes faster as we get older.  We have more and more to do with less and less time.”

“Well, I’ll be different!”

Now, decades later, wood was delivered and dumped in my driveway.  I stared at the stack of wood through the office window and wondered what happened to my childhood oath.  No bosses?  I looked around:

• The wood pile waits.
• The rain is due.
• The phone rings.
• The timer goes off on the stove.
• The cat sits staring at his empty bowl.
• The computer announces another email message.
• The bills have to be paid.
• The flower beds need weeding.
• The clothes drier buzzes.
• The kettle whistles.

In protest, I decided to enjoy a cup of tea outside amongst the fragrance of fir and arbutus.   Suddenly a very strange bug landed on the chopping block beside me.

"Hello, weird bug!" I said.

I wanted a photo of him, “Don’t move!  I’m going to get my camera.  I’ll be right back!”  I dashed into the house and grabbed the camera.  I returned within a minute.  He was still there.  I knelt down, adjusted the settings and began shooting.

Thankfully, he sat perfectly still,  “Oh look at those wings!”

"If I had your wings, I'd just fly away and not have another worry about time!" I said as I continued shooting.

I plopped to the ground and looked through the lens.  He was there.  Then he wasn’t.  Then he was!

Within a blink, 1/16th of a nanosecond, that insect was there, not there, and back again!  Had I jiggled the camera and lost him momentarily?

Was I in a time warp?

 

Nope…in a nanosecond, this high tech model of Time Management had taken flight, gone hunting, scored, checked his GPS and returned to the exact same spot…with his prey.

In other words, I had tea with an unidentified bug that demonstrated “bosslessness” better than I’m ever likely to see again.

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An ARROW? What arrow? Time to give your imagination a rest!

Slippage:  an instance of not reaching a norm, target, etc.

The Collins English Dictionary definition doesn’t adequately express my observations.  I’ll give it a try:  Slippage: an instance where one person communicates on the frequency of AM while the other receives and transmits on FM.

The logo for FedEx, a company that provides “delivery to more than 220 countries and territories worldwide”, portrays slippage.

Can you see the arrow?  Apparently 20% of you will.  If this is familiar to you, did you have to be told how to see it?  Told how to see an arrow?  Blame slippage.

Slippage happens because most of us feel our lives are most significant – anything else holds a lower priority.  What we haven’t experienced we believe others can easily resolve in their own lives.  If it doesn’t affect us or our lives, it’s minor.

Slippage.

Did you find the arrow in that logo?  If you haven’t yet, don’t feel you’ve lost it.  I’ll give you the clue…

I wish my sister could show me her arrow.

She’s struggling with a life-long condition that blind-sides and ravages her ability to maintain a healthy chemical balance.  Her safety zone is the hospital – a love/hate relationship.  I hear, see and sense her fear, but I cannot feel it.  I have not lived the hell she experiences.  Nor have any of our other siblings.  We can have compassion, but empathy is beyond our in-experiential grasp.

A physical pain shoots through my chest when I try to imagine the fear she must experience.  I shudder at the thought of threatened loss of control at a time when control seems all that is left.  She does not articulate that fear, but maybe she cannot.

Imagine having one’s peace ride on a pill that eventually becomes ineffectual.  Hell hurls misery until a new brand, a new dosage, a new adjustment period successfully kicks in.   It may be weeks.

FedEx logo…my sister is like the FedEx logo.  She harbours an arrow most cannot see.  It’s so much a part of her being that she may not even realize we can’t see it.  Imagine the frustration when it’s so obvious to her?  How insensitive, unseeing and blind we must appear.

Slippage – AM versus FM – two separate tracks of information, both delivered from the same type of transmitter, yet neither is able to hear or feel the other.

My fabulous niece, my sister’s daughter, tells me that her mom will be given a day pass.  They plan to don their Easter bonnets and attend Easter Sunday Service where my sister will find solace and peace in the familiarity of her spiritual path.  Easter -  the height of Christian celebration.  Maybe it’s time for another miracle.  Maybe my sister’s arrow will blink sacredly at us, pointing our love in the direction, beyond compassion, to a state called empathy.

“In Excelsis Deo“

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The arrow?

In both logos,

it’s between the “E” and the “X”.

Both are a call to action.

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Mel at Melsdream loves her sister deeply.  So?  What’s the big deal?

She flew across the country because an excellent surgeon was scheduled to remove a malignant tumor from her sister’s mouth.  Mel knew her beloved sister would be coming out of surgery unable to speak or eat.  They had to remove her tongue.

On March 22nd, while Mel was taking a break from post surgical care-giving, she took solace in the blogosphere and left a comment.  Imagine her still having this much medicine in her spiritual medicine chest:

Today’s Slogan

 from Mel

I think I want to tell the world:

Love more deeply.
Play.
Enjoy the warmth of the sun.
Splash in puddles.
Listen to the birdies sing.
Hug another person.
DO random acts of kindness and don’t just talk about doing them.
Buy someone a cup of coffee.
Color on sidewalks.
Blow bubbles.
Dance in the kitchen.
Sing off-key.
Wear mis-matched socks and be PROUD!
Post silly notes on the mirrors in public bathrooms.
Tell people they matter.

Thank you, Mel, for your fathomless, loving spirit.

The Golden Blankets are still in place!

Blessings.

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Every Thursday

we OCCUPY this space.

We give this planet a shot of

fun, support and positive energy.

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Share something you’ve been wanting to tell the world.

or

Do an Occupy of your own and add a link in comments.

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A Virtues Project card blinked at me from its glass holder on my desk:

Quote on the back of this card: "Just don't give up trying to do what you really want to do. Where there's love and inspiration, I don't think you can go wrong." - Ella Fitzgerald

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I phoned Linda Kavelin Popov, co-creator of the Virtues Project, the other day.  I had a message for her.

“Oh Amy!  What a surprise!  A message?  From whom?”

“It’s from me, Linda.”

I could sense the sideways grin forming on her beautiful face.  Then, she said, “Okay…what’s the message?”  Her tone confirmed her impish smile was in place.

“I love you.”

Our laughter blended in shared celebration.  Both of us delight in knowing this is the freedom we can afford one another!  I had no need for embarrassment, explanation or “slurpiness”.  I had just read an article she had written and wanted to re-confirm my appreciation and respect for her positive contribution to the world.

The Virtues Project exists around the globe, at a grass roots level, customized for specific needs of culture, creed and custom.

At one point, in 1997, Linda hired me as the Communications Director for the Project.  As Linda circumnavigated the globe giving presentations and training sessions to people of various nations, I received and responded to communications that were ever growing.

I had found my niche.  I loved everything about the Virtues Project, including starting every meeting with a Virtues Pick.  One of the Cards would be chosen and each of us would talk for a minute or so about the meaning of that Virtue in our lives.  Sometimes it was a chance to acknowledge an act of virtue and other times it was a reminder for us to put that virtue into practice.

We were in the midst of building a global route for Linda’s next major tour.  We knew Oprah was going to call which meant that Linda would have to contort into another time demand, but we had to forge ahead.

Linda was in Australia the day the call came in.  I happened to be the one who answered the phone.  “No, Linda’s not here, she’s in Australia.  Would you like the phone number of the hotel where she’s staying?” I said to one of Oprah’s producers.

“Well, it may not be a good idea to call now considering time zones, etc.”

“I know she’d rather be awakened than miss the call,”  I said, not wanting to grovel.

“When is she heading back to Canada?”

“Not for another two weeks.”

“We’ll have to arrange another date.  We need her here next week.  We have a time we could bring her in, but if she’s in Australia…”

Obviously this was before Skype, Live Video or any other internet capabilities.

“Maybe she could manage to whip out from Australia and and then return.”

“No…we’ll have to call again.  Thank you.”

I had just let the opportunity of a lifetime slip away. I emailed Linda full of regret.  She assured me that if it’s meant to be, we’d have another chance when she’s available.

Though I appreciated her response, Linda seemed somewhat preoccupied -  almost uncaring about her chance to be on the Oprah Show.

I made a mental note to ask about that when she returned and continued arranging dates for various countries.  The major tour was finally coming together.

One morning, after Linda’s return from Australia, she came to the office looking as tired as the day she arrived home.  “I haven’t been able to catch that second wind that comes after a couple of day’s rest,” she said.  She spent less time at the office.

We thought it was a bad case of the flu. “That airplane air is the culprit,” the office staff concluded.

A few days later, at our morning meeting, Linda explained that her doctor had confirmed she was suffering from Post Polio Syndrome.  The medical profession was just discovering the people who survived polio as children were being revisited with its symptoms 50 years later.  The doctor laid clear, firm boundaries:

• The stress in her life had to be eliminated.

• Her travel had to stop.

• She had to develop a routine of rest and relaxation.

Consequently, she informed us, the office would be shut down.  Her husband and she would look after administration.

She confirmed she would keep the Virtues Project alive.  It would continue in some way that would simplify her life.

We, her staff of three, were mortified.  It was far more than the loss of a job…it was the loss of contributing to a project we loved.  It was the loss of contributing to a process that significantly changed attitudes and relationships within families, communities and cultures.

“What does Post Polio Syndrome do, Linda?” I asked.

“Apparently throughout my life I’ve been using tons of energy.  If you and I were walking uphill, I would keep pace with you – no problem.  What we wouldn’t know is that I was using four times more energy to go up that hill.  After 50 years of that, the body contains a diminished energy supply.”

The Virtue Card “Perseverance” personifies the determination we saw in Linda.  The lines on the reverse side of the card could be her voice:

• I have a strong sense of purpose.
• I have the will to overcome obstacles.
• I remain committed to what I want to do.
• I am determined to finish what I start.
• I am trustworthy in my relationships.
• I do what it takes to stay the course.

Linda has persevered.  She did a fifteen minute segment on the Oprah Show.

With more time available, she used her intuitive powers, determined how to protect herself while maintaining the Virtues Project, and wrote a book about it.  She wrote “A Pace of Grace”, outlining the principles she has uses to keep the vitality of both the Project and her health.

As Ms. Fitzgerald said, “Where there’s love and inspiration, I don’t think you can go wrong.”

Linda certainly hasn’t.

I love her for that!

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