Under the Weather. X OO

Hello everyone, 

   About a week or so, after Al's "Adventures" of coming and going (rather 'Going and Coming back') I began to feel unwell... My 'Inner Therapist' concluded, that I was releasing the tension, stress and heart -acex, I must have been suppressing, when my 'Beloved husband', of so many years, was insisting on 'Moving Away', then changed his mind and came back home, Ten days later... Usually, I stay calm and strong, during times off crises; however, after the crisis is over, I would often release the stress through    a  'Cold' , which may turn into wheezing and coughing... I have learned that certain parts of our body     are 'In-charge' of different emotional pain: The Liver stores Anger, the Kidneys Fear, and the Lungs    deal with Grief... (check Luise Hay for more) I assume, that in-spite of my 'calm reaction', to the latest 'Adventure' with Al, I must have suppressed painful emotions of old Rejections of Fear, Loneliness        and others; which are now, behind these Symptoms... 

   For over a week I was in and out of bed, exhausted by Relentless Cough.. Uasualy I try to transform   the problem from "Bad" to "Good", by telling myself, am going through a "Deep "Cleansing"... This  time, in order to get ready for the Move to the 5th Dimension... But regardless to the 'Positive Meaning'    I gave my illness : "I am clearing old toxic emotions!" I was exhausted; bouth Physically and Emotionally and was 'to drained', to care about missing the Parties and Merriment, of the the up coming Christmas and   'Hanuka'... I didn't even care, that for the first time in years, our group of friends was going to celebrate our traditional NewYear's Pajama Party ("My brain child!") without me... On the Shores of the 5D. All I wanted, was to feel better... However, just as I started to get well enough, to go out and sit in our beloved garden; the 'Smoke' from the near by, devastating Skirball Fire, over the hill, brought my wheezing. back..

    In my post Chaos and Transformation, I shared information I received, from the January issue of 'The Cosmic Times', regarding the changes, we have been going through, during December and January... We were reminded, that during this period we have been going through Intense Rewiring, in order to be able to function properly in the upcoming 5D...x(fifth dimension). According to the 'Council of the 'Ascendant Masters', during this time we needed and still do; A lot of sleep... Could the reason I became so ill, is the    fact that I had to go through this  'Strange and Mysterious Rewiring?'  Was it just a Coincident, that the  'Respiratory Infection', would take place, exactly during the dates, mentioned in the Cosmic Times, one Month Later?...  "A Coincidence', is God's way of remaining anonymous" We  are told...

   As I started to recover, I began to experience an unfamiliar emotion of "Feeling sorry for myself ''        realizing it has been a very long time, since I traveled... It was unusual, for such a 'Restless Gemini Traveler" like me, to Stay Put in one place for a long time!  I went to our "Home Library" Pulled out  seven huge heavy photo albums and took them to bed with me... I was looking at the photos of all the  trips and cruises around the world, which I did by myself, as a single woman and later, with Al and  Karen, as well as with friends and as Karen grew up; just the two of us. Some of the photos were       taken, when I went with my dear friend Annie, to her Vacation Home in Mexico...

  For the past thirty five years, Al has been fondly calling our friend Annie:"Anna Banana". Ann, who declaring time and again, that she "Does not believe in the existence of God!"came to California from England (actually from Wales) over forty years ago... I used to joke with her, that she and I are kind of 'Related';  I am partially British, since Israel was under the British Mandate in 1943, when I was born      to prove it, I showed her my Birth Certificate, stamped with the name of 'His Majesty King George V'

Sunset behind
the mountains

Sunrise over
the sea

   Around 2007, Annie decided to build her dream 'Vacation House '   in Mexico, next to the Sea of Cortez; a small fishermen village named San Felip... I traveled with her several times befor, in order  to lend her a helping hand, as well emotional support she may  need during the stressful and exciting 'Pregnancy' and later the 'Birth' of the 'Pink Casa'(home) which took over two years of hard work, as well as frustrations and heartaches to completed and it was worth it! 

   Anne and I spen days 'full of fun' in her lovely house... We walked by the sea, collecting shells and        relaxing at home. Playing cards, board games and listening to operas, classical music and the Beetles...  We read, talked about our childhood in England and Israel, analyzed, laughed a lot and simply enjoyed each other's company! Annie loves to cook (which was never one of my talents...) so I took upon myself the job of washing and drying the dishes, since one never know in Mexico; when the electricity may be cut off and the 'Washing Machine," would be useless..When Anne invited me to come with her to Mexico  I was thrilled and accepted her invitation right away! Since I love Anne and Mexico! 

  Talking about dish washers... I would like to share with you, dear readers, a 'caricature, which I have once seen in the Los Angeles Times; of a grandfather and grandson, having a conversation: "You know Tommy" Grandfather says, "When I was your age, we didn't have a dishwasher!" "Ho, no!" Tommy exclaims. "Did you have to eat from dirty dishes Grandpa?!" Anni did have a dish washer...

The Casa	Annie in her living room	Annie's bedroom

   My friend and I established a 'Routine'...  After waking up, I would take a walk, while Anni was preparing one of her"Yummy Breakfasts", forcing me to get off the "New Crazy Diet" I was on at          the  time and made sure, I was eating "Everything" she put on my plate... Later we would spend a        few  hours at the Beach, swimming and getting a "Nice Ten" and go back to her 'Casa' (home) as            the sun became Too Hot...  We would then X"Must Have" cold drinks and a light lunch, before              the  "Seasta" (Afternoon nap) We visited the colorful open market in town, accepted  invitations              to  dine with Annie's American and Canadian neighbors' and invited them to come the following                day, to Dine at Annie's table...

The old table	Breakfast	Dinner

   This table's top, used to be a massive Door of someone's house, a few hundreds years before! It was  very heavy, made out of Mesquite Wood and still had the 'Rusty old key, in the door's lock...Annie is a Gracious Hostess and as I was saying before, always had a passion for cooking! The results are healthy delicious dishes, which are also pretty to look at...  Everyone loves Anni! She has a sunny personality   and radiates Joy of Life... She is also generous, helpful and comforting to friends (and strangers... Her  love of people, children, animals and nature, is Contagious! Annie is also very direct and says it as it is!   A quality I share with her...

My grown namesake
"Shira Bougainvillea"

Souvenir shop

   A few years before the visit, I bought in a local nursery (as a house warming gifts) several plants for Annie's' lovely garden Among them a small bougainvillea plant and had her promise to name it after me... I got the idea from one of my favorite movies, Mrs. Miniver, where the main character, has a Rose named after her... Another gift, was a special poem I wrote which describing all the Trails and Tribulations, Anni went through, before her house was completed... The two of us hung the framed poem on one of the white-washed walls      of  the living room, read it out loud and ceremoniously     shook hands!

 

   Every evening, as if we were participating in a 'Sacred ritual', Anni and I would climb up the stairs       to  the open roof and sit on one of the Cushions, which covered a few stone benches. I had a glass of        a mild white wine, while Annie drank something stronger; Margarita with a touch of salt, from the Sea     of Cortez around the top of the glass...  She named this drink "Mexican Penicillin"...

Stairs to the sky	The roof	"Mexican Penicillin"

   The two of us, were enjoying the feel of the breeze, caressing our face and watched with renewed awe how the sun, which was setting over the mountain range, on the opposite side of the sea; was painting the sky with soft pastel colors... When it became dark, millions of bright shiny stars, began to appear on the tapestry, of the dark velvet sky, a sight we can Never see in the 'Urban sky of Los Angeles...

I will end this post with the poem, I have written for dear Anna Banana...

In LA, you are known as a fine, gracious hostess
your cooking is voted 'The best among Mostess!'

Wine, candles and flowers, your love, warmth and laughter
would linger with us, like perfume for days after...

To build "Lan-Y-More" was l'ets say "an adventure"
with villains, some heroes and unique architecture...
 finally now, the Casa is ready,blushing and beaming

 (and hopefully sturdy...)

By the Sea of Cortez it opens the gates
to welcome inside your friends as its guests

Since Atheists shrug off the "God" from above
allow Me to bless you with joy and with love

May you never again experience frustrations
due to ceilings which leak or weak foundations

May the time in the pink house be blissfully true
and I wish to be there, celebrating with you

We shall cook, eat, and drink; talk to no end
and pick up some shells as we walk on the sand

Together we'll gaze at the starts in the sky                                                                   friendship we share, you and I

With Love and Light,
Shira

Homecoming. XXX chack order. V, OO

Hello everyone,

  1. Question: Remember my post "Branching Apart?" Well, guess who came back home ?                         Answer: My husband Albie!

  2.  Question: Guess how long did it take him to come back home; after I shopped for new Furniture  Blankets (winter and summer) Sheets and pillows, bed covering  with matching curtness,Television and three Oil Paintings to hang on the walls? ... Now, try to guess how long did it take Al, to stay in this fancy Retirement Hotel in Beverly Hills?  Answer: Ten days...  

     I have heard stories about men after retirement, who are going through dramatic and extreme     changes; having affairs, getting divorced and buying Convertibles (so the wind blows their newly implanted tufts of hair...) Al was always a family man, a loyal, loving husband and father, a devoted      son to his parents,  and a caring nephew, who always payed attention to his uncle and aunt, who had        no kids... Before his retirement, Al was talking about the time, he'll be free from work responsibilities        'He will sleep late, have breakfast with out rushing, while reading the Newspaper; then work in the  garden, trimming the bushes and some of the trees, (which "the gardener never touches!')... Take care      of the broken lights outside, read the Papers, without rushing to work and leisurely watch the news on    the T.V... Al had big dreams about traveling the world, giving more parties in our beautiful home, work   in the garden and just be happy; without all the worries, obligations and pressures, he had to put up with for so many years... 

   After his retirement, we had three weeks of bliss, before my darling husband became restless...              He was walking back and forth, inside the house, looking for reasons to complain:"The gardener did      not cut the grass short enough, His wife (me) is way too busy with clients, the idea I had my office at home was wrong, since too many people, were parking their cars in front of the house...(My office has      a separate entrance...) As the weeks, then several months pasted by, Al began to ignore the invitations    for dinner with our friends and refused to use our Season Tickets for, the theater and concerts, go to Museums or even dine in the restaurants he once enjoyed... I could see how my 'Albie', was gradually becoming restless, melancholy and at times depressed and angry... When I suggested he may benefit    from seeing a Psychologist, or better yet, a Psychiatrist, he became energy and at times was raising         his voice... X"Why can't you understand, that I am very happy, just being at home?! Maybe You are      the one who should see a Psychiatrist!" Eventually, Al came up with a new idea:"We should sell this  house and move to a 'Fancy' retirement hotel'...x Not the 'Joke' which I just left... I patiently explained  that I was very happy were we live and intend to remain in this home forever... Failing to convince me      Al decided to show me how independent he was,  by declaring that since I am not interested to move      with him, he will just have to move by himself! I believe he was surprised (rather shocked) when I     didn't try to convince him to change his mind; on the contrary; I suggested to go together and check several of the the fancy Retirement Hotels, in and around Beverly Hills... If he likes it, I would help picking up suitable furniture, a new bed, sheets and  blankets, pillows, bed spread and even Matching Curtains. I would also, let him select some of his favorite Art Work from our home, to decorated the       his new place... However, I will not be going with him!

   "Wouldn't you be frightened and lonely, sleeping in such a big house, all by yourself?" My small family and friends, were asking.  My answer was: "No!" Didn't I live by myself before meeting Al?" Besides,if    a Brain Tumor doesn't scare me, very little else could...To be completely honest, I was looking forward    to find out, what would it be like to live alone again; remembering the amazing spiritual growth had during the periods I lived alone... Especially in Greenwich-Village of Manhattan, where my' solitude' motivated me to write and eventually publish, my first book...I was wondering, how would it feel now after living for forty three years with my husband, to be by myself and realized, I was actually looking forward to enjoy again the 'Spiritual Uplift', I used to have when I was by myself and how much I was  now enjoying, my short newly found solitude... I also wondered if it would be as amazing as some of     my past experiences, reminding myself, that this time things are different... I would not be living by myself, being busy with my clients and after they leave, our dog Moses, would  be the only one to       keep me company...

    I never got a chance to find out...  On the first week, my older 'Grand niece' Shelly, insisted on    sleeping in my house for several nights only;"Just until you get used to be by yourself"..." During           the first week, I visited Al at his new "Home" every day, making sure he is getting adjusted to his.       place... I was Bringing the fruit, cookies and Ice Cream he likes, talking and getting to know  his        "New friends" and introduced him to them...Between our family members and friends, who came            to  check on me, in addition to my clients, I was not lonely at all and began to wonder, when and if           at one point, I would start to miss my husband... I didn't have time to find out, because 'Albie' was       back home fifteen days after he left...

   It was amazing to see the positive change in him: He became much more considerate, accommodating  and loving, then before he embarked on his 'Beverly Hills Adventure'... In the past few years, Al used to infuriate me at times, with his sense of Entitlement; which I reacted by naming him: "His Majesty Prince Albert!" I believe that his fifteen days away, helped Al realize, that he used a poor judgment by choosing the move...  It seems as if this 'Ordeal' came, in order to teach him some measures of humility, which is a closer step towards balancing... These kind of lessons, are often necessary, to bring us closer to the up coming 'Ascension to the 5D' (which my 'Albie' never believes in and makes fun of.) I was thinkin about    this 'Drama' (which was only one of man...) which he was excperiencing, after  his retirement; the frantic days, I spent buying furniture for his new place: Bed, side tables, sheets, pillows, blankets, writing desk book shelves, curtains, television and other necessities, he may need to settle down... I now called the same moving company and arranged for movers, to bring back his belongings... The whole situation seemed like a Dream (rather a Nightmare...) and at times I was wondering, if it was really happening...  During this ordeal, I did not say even one word, is  to reprimand my poor husband, knowing he was embarrassed enough... I realized that Al, who was going through very painful changes, had no control  over his 'Impulsive behavior' and how embarrassed, confused and sorry for himself he must be...  

East or West...

Home is Best

   It broke my heart to see my husband the day he came back home looking like a scared child, who did something very bad and is not sure, if he was going to be welcomed back... Al seemed to be very relieved, when in spite of my surprise (rather shock) of seeing him  home after such a short periods of time; I gave him a hug and left for the market to get  the food he liked... When I came back, Al was lying on "his side" of our bed, watching the news and  stroking our delighted dog Moses, who missed him...  My poor husband looked very confuse and vulnerable; clinging to his blanket, as if he was a 'Big Baby with gray hair'... Since I   met Al, he was always taking pride, in his Appearance: His hair was always trimmed and neatly combed and he was always Meticulously Dressed... I remembered how young, strong and good looking he used to be: A respectable business man, proud husband and loving, protective father to our only daughter Karen a my heart was 'breaking',  when I saw him now, so relieved and happy to be back home, in his own bed... I noticed he was a bit embarrassed... So in order to stop my tears, I said something sill:"East or West, home  is best, right Albie?" He nodded his head and closed his eyes...

     Our Housekeeper and I,went down to the garage in order to make room, for the additional furniture     I  bought less then two weeks ago... I began to separate, what can be given to family members, which     to keep and what to donate to Charity... Our garage has not been cleared for quite a while and like a   child I was rejoicing to discover 'Forgotten Treasures' and Memorabilia', which were stored in old boxes...  There were broken bicycles, old furniture, clothing, framed black and white photographs      Music albums, VHS movies, a large cracked mirror with a beautiful frame and more... It was time          for a clean up! The "Junk" would be taken away by the municipality Garbage Trucks, together with several ancient suitcases (without wheels... ) There were boxes, full of books and notebooks, from  Karen's early years of middle and high schools,in addition to her four years of college and six years         of Rabbinical school!  I decided which items were important enough to keep, before getting rid of          the rest... Later I began to worry that she may be upset I did it with out telling her, but took a chance...

    Sometimes, I wonder how things would have been, if Al didn't decide to come back... Would I eventually become lonely in this large, two stories house on top of the mountain? Al's ten days away   from home which  gave me the opportunity, to overcome some 'Disowned Hurt Feelings' of resentment and anger, which I felt for quiet a while... Being 'Peace loving' by nature, I seldomly expressed these emotions... Now, I was able to see, how this short separation, was helping us be closer again... I truly believe, that even Romeo and Juliette, would eventually be getting on each other's nerves, if they were together, over forty years, like Albie and I have...When I was young, I witnessed a kind of distancing taking place between old married couples, like my own parents, uncles and aunts, neighbors and other "old people"... I often wondered if Nature, in its great wisdom, helps diminish the love, most couples  share when they are young; as some kind of "Protective Mechanism"... After all, the chance that one        of the couple, would pass away first, is increasing with age...  If their love has been as intense as ours     the lose could be unbearably painful, even devastating, for the one who remains behind...

   During one of my meditations, I had a glimpse of the possible reason, for the 'Temporary Separation'     Al and I just went through...I came to realize, that it was necessary, in order to clear webs of resentment and negativity, which accumulate during our long relationship; just like the dust and cobwebs,I have just cleared in our garage! It seems as if my Romantic Optimist, would like to believe that this separation, we have just went through, came in order to kindle the "Smoldering Embers", left from the old beautiful love we shared and to bring light and warmth, to the cold nights of the the coming winters of our life together...

With Love and Light,
Shira

Branching Apart... (turn blue to black) XXX. V, OO What about the young photos of us below?

Hello everyone.

    I began my spiritual journey at the age of fifteen, after discovering my 'Gift of Creation', when               I was able to manifest a long time desire, of getting out of the 'Confines' of my tiny country Israel        which was trapped within three borders, with our Arab Neighbors... I wanted to see the world I read            about and saw in the movies...  Eventually manifest several of my desires, by becoming a Teacher, a Journalist, A Play writer, Directer, Psychologist, Published a book, Traveled the world and falling in love.In my twenties, I experienced two incredible "Love Affairs" The first one was Paul (Love Potion)  and the second; my darling husband Al... X(A Small Snail)!  ///Bring up photos of Al and me  from below.....X

 It was not always easy to ride on this 'Seesaw' of Life; rising up to discover new horizons and plunging down... Early on I begin to realize that this process of balancing, is not for the "Fainthearted", since these 'Ups and Downs, could often leave us dizzy, disoriented and confused...("What's going on? Where am        I now? What is coming next?")  It could also flood us, with powerful Joy and feelings of great Elation        I was also wondering, when was this 'Roller Coaster ride' (Our Life's Journey) coming to an end, so we can catch our breath and finally arrive to the Fifth Dimension; the place of Balance, Joy and Peace as   well as Unconditional Love and Oneness Consciousness...X

   During my life journey, I was presented with many challenge; one of the most difficult, was a Brain        Tumo, which I named 'Tom the Tumor'... It was thankfully remove without leaving a trace... (The Beginning). True to my believes, that "Everything is happening for a reason" and that "In every Curse       there is the Seed of Blessing", I realize that Tom (my Tumor) came into my life, so I start writing my  blog "Tumor Humor", as well as coming in touch again, with my old gift of Creative Writing. Judging    by the growing amount of readers, I was truly delighted to see how my blog, was inspiring people to overcome Life Threatening diseases, by encouraging them, to embrace their own 'Healing Powers' of Laughter and Positive Thinking, in order to improve their lives... 

   At one point, during my discovery of to the up coming Fifth Dimension, I was faced with a very         big challenge, not as dramatic as my Brain Tumor was, but nevertheless, a Powerful Challenge        which  required an immense amounts of Courage and Optimism... At one point, my beloved husband     Al, Physical and Emotional Health, were beginning to decline and it seemed, as if he was giving up        on life... I on the other hand, was looking forward  to our upcoming Journey to the 5th Dimension, the New Age of Higher Consciousness, which I could see blinking in the Horizon...

    For sometime, Al was complaining about the noise of the Airplanes, passing over our house on        their way to Burbank Airport (I didn't even notice it...) Al was getting to be more and more agitated     with this noise (which we lived with for the past twenty years...) I expressed the need to move to a     more peaceful neighborhood... Since he sold his business, Al became restless and easily bored; telling   me repeatedly, about his wish to sell our house and move to an elegant Assisted Living in Beverly Hills    I was patiently explaining, that since I am six years younger then him, and was not ready to make such     a move; not yet anyway (and most probably Never...)  I loved our house, where I was also seeing my clients (Not Patents, mind you...) After my refusal to move from our home, Al felt betrayed and became  angry... "So I will move by myself!" He declared, like a little boy, refusing to discus this topic any farther   I offered to help him find a great, suitable place, where he will be very comfortable;  A place which would be nice and fancy, the way he likes... Eventually Al accepted my offer and we found a beautiful Senior Citizens hotel in Beverly Hills, where he wanted to be... Ilan (One of Karen's several 'fiancés) helped us shop for furniture and I decorated the new living space, with some of Al's favorite pictures     and books, as well as with his childhood Photo Albums and some framed photos of our small family including the dogs... After Al's move, I would visit him daily for the first two weeks; trying to help him adjusted and get to know the residents we met... I would start a conversations and introduce them to Al My usually out going husband, seemed to be like a vulnerable, frightened child, which made me cry in  my car, on the way home after my visits... 

   "How can you be all by yourself  Shira?" My concerned friends and relatives, were asking me... Surprisingly, I was doing very well... Going on with my daily routine as before; seeing my clients     taking walks with our dog Moses, meeting friends and going on with the same activities, I used to      have before Al moved out... I had a few moments of sadness, even tears, after going to bed,watching Moses sniffing Al's pillow and looking at me with bewilderment... However, I wouldn't let myself        sink into feelings of loneliness or self pity and was hoping, Al would get used to his new place and         be happier with people his own, while I was busy, working long hours...    

    It seemed that I was ready to embrace a new chapter in my life... This time, without my husband         of  almost half a century... Al was never able to share in my Spiritual growth, on the contrary; for       some reason, he was very uncomfortable whenever this subject came up and used to make fun of          this topic, especially when I was sharing information, about the Upcoming Transition from the 3rd           to the 5th Dimension...  Even though, Al's remarks (rather jokes) regarding my spiritual discoveries seemed to be good natured, they hurt my feelings... Unlike me, Al was much more 'Grounded' and         was doing very well in his furniture business, an area which was foreign to me...As the years passed      by and I became more involved in the subjects of Metaphysics and Spirituality, I could feel my Albie beginning to withdraw, when I began to give Seminars about Life After Death... For some reason my   new 'Spiritual interests'', seemed to frighten Al, but he was unwilling to admit it, or at least, try learn  more, about the new spiritual shifts in my life, which my 'Practical' husband named: X"All the Nonsense about an up coming move to some place called the Fifth Dimensia"... 

     At one point I began to realize, that my good nature, fun loving and adorable husband, was turning  into a resentful, grumpy old man; who was making sarcastic remarks and poking fun at my work! This  did not make me happy, to put it mildly... "We are not getting younger" X  Al told me, one day X "I think it may be time for us to moveX into a nice 'Assisted Living' in Beverly Hills!"x A part of me was devastated I couldn't believe, that the man I love so much, was ordering me around and becalming a "Grumpy old man"... I knew that Al's father, suffered from a Clinical Depression, in his later years and wonderd it may it be hereditary... Is this the reason for Al's sudden decision, to sell the business and move?  could Al be  disenchanted with me, or feels rejected and jealous, at the success I was achieving in my work?  Was he feeling betrayed and rejected, by my refusal to move in with him to the Assisted Living Hotel? "It is so unfair to be angry with me Albey!" I finally told him." After all, you are six years older then me, perhaps in a few years, I will be ready to make such a dramatic move, but not now! not yet!""  XxxxMove up the photos  above...X

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Falling in Love	Engagement	Newly wedsX	Honeymoon	Married coupleXXX

    As I look back, I realize that Al's depression, which began after his retirement, got wors after Marco   his closest Pal, passed away... After selling his business, my poor husband's depressio, was getting worse... He began to isolate, refusing to go out or see our friends and was often getting anno at me  without an obvious reason... When he brought up the idea of moving to the Retirement Hom by       himself (after I refused to joined him) I was somewhat relived, even though my heart broke at the  thought of separation... I could see how unhappy and lost, my poor husband was and could only         hope  (rather Trust) that being with people his age, would do him good... Al's new place, was less        then thirty minutes drive from our home, close enough to get there, if he needed me and I was truly hopin that my poor sweet husband, would be happier there...

With Love and Light,
Shira

Growing Pains and New Challenges . XXX V, Sean/photos disapeared/. change color blue. . OO

Hello everyone,

   Things are changing; I feel a bit confused, I don't quiet understand 'What is changing'. I feel dizzy         as if I just stepped down, from a 'Merry-Go-Round and the 'ground' is still moving underneath my     feet... My emotions travel in extreme directions; from Joy to Despair, Compassion to Anger and.        even Rage... (Me Raging?!) At times, I find myself on the verge of crying...('Me crying?) Iris said         that "Someone should bottle Shira's laughter and sell it!" Often, after going through what I call an    'Emotional Tornado', I would experience intense Joy, as I feel the Merciful Arms of Freedom come          to liberate me, from the Stress and Worries of life in the Third Dimension...  

   When I have written before about the information I received, regarding the chaos people are about        to face, I didn't expect it to touch My Life as well... The serious Economic Crisis of 2008, where people were losing their jobs, businesses and homes, was partially the reason behind my husband Al's decision   to sell his Furniture Company...  In a way I was glad! I could see how the stress of running International  Furniture Business, was beginning to take a tole on the man I love and was wondering, if it was time to retire?! I was looking forward for the two of us relaxing and traveling again...In the past Al and I talked about the 'Fun Things', we would be doing after he stops working: Visiting again some of the places we enjoyed the most, during our cruses and get together with our family and friends in Washington D.C and N.Y Virginia, Florida, North Carolina and Israel... The two of us (especially Al) looked forward to his retirement and the freedom from previous obligations... Unfortunately, not all these plans work out  though a few of them did...

   Shortly after Al officially retired, my 'Fun Loving, Outgoing man' began to change... After taking his  morning shower, he would have breakfast, read his newspaper and magazines, then move to the Dan, sit  in his comfortable Reclining Chair and watch the news on CNN and NBC.  This previous 'Workaholic' was now searching for old movies on TMC (Turner Movie Channel) He was looking for things to do,     go shopping, run a few earns, go to the bank, sit in the garden, read and watch television... I was busy working most of the day and during the evenings, the two of us would have dinner at home or go out to     a restaurant... As the days passed by, Al became reluctant to leave the house, except for his doctors visits and occasional dinner out with friends... He stopped going to the Movies, or even to the Classical Music concerts, which he always enjoyed so much... While I was busy most of the day ,with my Therapy Work  at the office down stairs; my husband was spending most of his days in the Bedroom,  or  in the Dan watching T.V... Eventually, when it was time to renew our Season tickets to the Theater and to the Philharmonic, which he always enjoyed so much, he refused to do so... 

   I suggested to him, to look for a part time job; like volunteering in one of the charity organizations        he was supporting for many years, or work for the Democratic Party, helping with the Up Coming Elections... But my suggestions fell on deaf ears. When I finally said it maybe a good a idea, to see a Psychologist or maybe even a Psychiatrist, Al became enraged: X"Really? Why don't x you go to see  one? I am very happy, not to have all the pressure I had  before!" Karen's friend Dr Alison, told me it       is possible  that Al, is going through the first stages of Dementia... But he became angry, and refused      to see a doctor... It was as if life was presenting me, with new and unfamiliar difficulties, or rather, with some new "Big challenge".  I would often find myself confused and bewildered, watching my 'old life' giving  way to a new reality... "Could this be the beginning of the Transition to the 5D? How am I supposed to be a Guide for my clients, when the scale of My Life, is tipping over dangerously?"X It seemed, that the happy and safe life I enjoyed so far, was changing in front of my eyes and a new         kind  of Unfamiliar Darkness, was about to devour the light I was living in, for so many years...X

    I was thinking about the French Revolution ,which released the suppressed 'Raging Energy' of            the oppressed! Energy, which was building up, over many years and finally erupted! Causing the          mob to chop off the heads of the Aristocrats, whom they held responsible, for their poverty and  suffering... This 'Volcano', which did not distinguish between right or wrong, was destroying      everything on its way...The innocent Servants, who were sent to the Guillotine, had their heads               cut together with those of their masters...

The revolution begins	Death to the aristocracy!	Guillotine	Mob cheering

    I don't even know what made me write about the French revolution... Maybe because I was feeling    like one of those people, whos safe and familiar world, was beginning to turn Upside Down...I realized that the Spiritual Information, I have been gathering throughout the years, from books, lectures, seminars daily Meditation and other sources of enlightenment, was helping me understand and except, what seemed to be my beloved husband's slow deterioration, which was manifested, in different forms of Anger, Fear Confusion, Helplessness and Bewilderment... During my meditation, I always asked for a loving energy  to come and help release our collective "Human Pain" and direct us to the Open Gates of the 5D...

  When I was twelve, my class was taken on a trip, to visit the Museum of Tolerance, in Jerusalem...     This Museum was created in order to remind the next generations of Jewish people, as well as the rest     of the world, the Unbelievable Horrors which Hitler and the Nazi regime in Germany, inflicted on the Jewish people... We were standing inside this museum, staring at Mountains of eye glasses, wallet, lamps and shoes; which were made out of Human skin...There were Mattresses, blankets and pillows; stuffed with women's hair and the Watches, Cameras and other items, taken by the Nazis from Jewish women men and children, who entered the camps... People, who would later be sent to die in the Crematoriums...

A mountain of glasses	Watches	The victims' shoes	Soap made of  human fat	Lamp shade of human skin	Human hair in mattresses

Boarding the train	Arriving at the camp	The children	The men	The women	Photos of the dead

  "Don't ever forget!" We were told again and again: "You are the Future of the Jewish people and  the children, who's future was stolen! You are selected to make sure, that such Holocaust would never be forgotten, or happen again!" We were standing in shock, in front of what we were looking at,with our hands on our hearts, as we declared out loud: "We are swearing we'll never forget! We promise we'll      not  allow this to happen once again..." Never again!!! "

  The 'Cosmic News tells us, that before we are able to enter the 5th dimension, we ought to 'Purify our selves' from all Negative Emotions, like Hatred, Rage, Anger and the need for Revenge... Does it mean       I must erase the vow I took, together with my friends, to always be Alert and Ready to protect and defend our beloved vulnerable country Israel, from our neighboring Arab countries, which are rising against us  How could such promise, 'go together' with the Ten Commandments, telling us:"Though shell not kill!"   Since childhood, kids in Israel were repeatedly told, by parents and teachers, to make sur, we Never Forget the Horrors, Cruelty and Death, which were inflicted on the European Jews, who were gassed     by  the Nazis?! "Never forget!" We were told... How could I ever forgive those monsters, who tormented and killed my people? Could I ever forget that Paul's father, was one of those Human Monsters? How can I love and live with him?

   Was this intens Love an attempt to clear myself, from the 'Burning Hatred' my friends and I, carried towards All Germans (and Austrians) since we were twelve years old?  Could it be a kind of  'Inner Knowledge", trying to tell me, that the only way to erase this Hatred, was 'Forgiveness and Love?'          Was this the reason why I fell so madly in love with Paul, so I could overcome the Hatred? I remind myself,that XEverything is changing and we are about to move, from one state of being to another Leaving behind us, the the pain and hatred of the third dimensional world and move forward, to the 'Loving Oneness' of the Fifth Dimension...

With Love and Light,
Shira

War and Peace, Pain and Forgivness (where is the photo?) Fix writing... letters moved... OO

Hello everyone, (needs fixing)

The terrorists

Bonnie and Clyde

   We barely had a chance to get over the shock of the terror attack in Paris, when the television screen, presented us with      a similar scene, right here in California; at St.Bernardino, just  two hours ride from Hollywood's Ave of the Stars" :where old and young Luminaries, have been leaving their hand and foot prints, stamped in the sidewalk; for tourists to come and admire Lately, we began to see in the T.V News, police in armored vehicles, exchanging bullets ,with a man and a woman, who were sitting in a black SUV... I don't wish to sound cynical, but it felt as if I was in the Movie Theater; watching a new version of Bonnie and Clyde...

   At one point, a thought was nagging at me: "Is this some kind of a New Reality TV show, people are going to watch, on the streets and sidewalks of our cities? Would the next generations, ever know life without armed guards in schools and metal detectors, in Movie Theaters, as well as in Airports and Shopping Malls? Is our new reality going to be bombs, barricades,Ambulances and dead people lying     in puddles of blood, at the middle of the street; surrounded by police cars?  It seems as if it was only yesterday, when my husband and I came to the airport and simply boarded the Plane, right away; without our  luggage being checked..."

Leading Israeli
Newspapers

   After hearing about the terror attack in San Bernardino, my nephew, who moved from Israel to L.A, about twenty years ago; used the typical Israeli black humor, in order to describe the situation: “We don’t have to go to Israel anymore! We now have Terror Attacks right here in California!" It may not sound very funny, but the Israelis learned to use this kind of Dark Humor, in order to cope with the constant Stress of Wars and Terrorism... It reminds me of a "Joke", which was going around during my last year in High School, as we were getting ready, to  take our place in the I.D.F (Israeli Defense Forces) for the mandatory two and a half years, of our Military  Service... We used to say: “Don’t forget to bring your tooth brush, underwear and a Photograph for the newspapers: One for Yediot and one for Marive!” : The two leading newspapers,which published      the 'Obituaries' of the soldiers, who were killed...

   The enemies of Israel have been declaring their intentions to 'Annihilate' our tiny country, since the    day it was born, in 1948... The fact Israel has been winning all the wars, humiliated the Arabs, making them look for ways to erase their shame, by driving cars, into crowds of innocent Israeli people, sending suicide boomers, to public places and knifing men, women and children in the streets of Israel.The Arab    Countries made repeated attempts to choke the Israeli economy, by pressuring the European Markets, as well as other countries around the world in order to boycott Israeli exports...These attempts,failed because   of the superior quality and Hygiene in the Israeli products...

Exported oranges	vegetables	Hummus	Israeli wines	Treats for kids

    After the Second World War ended;  A Catholic priest from Germany wrote the following wards          "When the Nazis came for the Jews, I didn’t say anything because I was not Jewish... When they       came  for the Communists, I didn’t speak up since I was not a Communist, when they came for the            Gypsies, Homosexuals and the Mentally Insane, I still didn’t talk, because I was not one of them...        And when they finally came to my door: There was no one left to speak  for me..."

  Like my parents, I was born in Israel, where I experienced our tiny country, fighting time and again,       to protect the lives of it's innocent citizens, who were mostly European Refugees, who survived the  Nazi's Crematoriums... Several years later, Israel opened the doors for Jewish refuges, forced out of        the Arab countries, where they were living for several generations... Because of this constant threat,       my generation was inclined, to follow the old Biblical Law: "An eye for an eye!" and "If your enemy.       is rising to kill you - Rise and kill him first!" These wards, are completely different from Jesus wards          "If some one hits you on one cheek -Give him the other..." X I could never understand X Jesus wards  about 'Loving Unconditionally' and ask God to forgive the Roman Murderers, who nailed him to the cross! to be frank, I still can't... Not after reading and listening to neighbors and friends in Israel,who     lost there Grand Parents and Parents, used by the Nazis as  x ,'Gini Pigs', for medical experiments and   sent to die in one of the Gas Chambers, in the Concentration Camps...

   After taking at the university; 'Comparative Religion', reading about Eastern Religions and Philosophies (which are based on Forgiveness) I became confused... How does one, reconciles the two opposite kind of  Jesus 'teachings:"Love your enemy"while the Biblical Command is "Rise to kill him first!"  What added to my confusion, was the fact I was raised by Vegetarian parents,who told my brother and me, it was Evil to kill animals and eat their flesh, then watch My uncles, aunts and cousins, eating meet and chicken... 

   At the beginning of the 90’s I attended lectures by a woman who later became a well-known Spiritual Teacher and Interpreter of the Course in Miracles, Marianne Williamson, who I greatly admired... One morning     I read in the paper, about a man who kidnapped and raped a nine years old girl and pulled out her Nails with pliers, before killing her... I was horrified, more-so, since my daughter Karen, was nine years old at the time...The topic of the lesson was"Forgiveness!" I raised my hand, stood up and told the group about the horrifying  information, which I just read in the paper and the fact, that I am not able to forgive this Murderer, nor do I want to escape the torture   which the  young girl did! I wanted him to pay for it, by going through the same experience and suffer!    

    I was told by the teacher and some of some of the group members; that we can not grow spiritually unless we learn how to Forgive", since "This Man"(the killer) was also created by the same God, who created us..."Who knows what kind of an Abusive Childhood, he suffered, which led him to commit such horrible act!"  They were saying;  but I stood my ground, insisting that I can not, nor do I want to, forgive such a Monster! Some people in the class were arguing with me, insisting that the Course in Miracles said  that "We Must Forgive!" Someone mentioned an article he read, about a mother, who's son, her only child  was murdered and the way she was able to overcome her grief, was by Forgiving her son's killer, whom she kept visiting in Jail... After I protested and was repeatedly told, that "Enlightenment can not  arrive Without Forgiveness, I stood up, wished the people in the class a blissful day and left; I never came back...

    As the years passed by... I was following the progression and success of Marianne’s career, read all      her books and listened to her tapes. I learned a lot from this amazing young teacher and the book "A Course in Miracles" But never went back to her lectures, nor did I forgive the murderer...“If this happened now' X a friend would tell me later x "I am sure Marianne would say something different, like "If you can not forgive this man, ask God to do it for you!... I guess they were saying that Something was 'Wrong 'with my Spirituality'; because I was 'Unable to Forgive'...  Now, years later, when I worry about  one of my family, friends, clients or the state of the world; I wounder:" Could something good come out of this Bad Situation"? I would like to believe that the 'Seeds' of my Positive Expectations, may eventually begin to bloom... I will never be tired of reminding my readers, that our Words have the 'Power of Creation!' gifted to us by God,  and using them together with Visualizing our Wishes and Desires come true, would call it in To Being!"

   We are told, that after the Complete Victory of Light, over the 'Dark Forces (Armageddon) there will   be no more Fear, Anger, Jealousy, Hatred, Revenge, Divisions, Separation and Wars... Instead, we will experience "Oneness Consciousness and Unconditional Love!" Mankind, Animals and other Living Creatures, would live together in Harmony on our planet Earth, and be sharing: "Joy, Love  Peace and laughter , which is so beautifully described, in this Biblical Prophecy of Isaiah 11:6....

X

"They will beat their   swords into plows and spears into pruning knives.       Nations will not Take    sword against  other nations and they      will never again Train for War

XThe wolf will lie down with the  lamb the lion and the yearling sleep together        and a little child  will lead them

will      lead them."

With Love and Light,
Shira