Forgot to put a title on this until today, several days later . . .
Amidst the gathering horror, the continuous expurgation of death, destruction, dirty deeds by formerly beloved “celebrity” figures . . . and other yucky stuff as indicated on my twitter/X feed, I remain astonished by the contrast I sometimes feel between the awfulness that keeps getting beamed out via social media and life on earth here, my own experience. Just today, while walking with puppy Scampi, I came across truck drivers, bus drivers, and garbage drivers, all of them with warm, genuine smiles in response to my own grin of recognition — one human being to another.
I make it my practice to write up a daily post charting my paralyzed and nerve-damaged 58-year-old son Colin’s healing process.
It’s been over a year ago now, since his aortic dissection that should have killed him, but instead, and paradoxically, has opened him wide. As he tells me, “my heart exploded open . . .”
Our conversation today was really fun and uplifting, and brings to mind the idea that “the world” is much larger than that of which we are aware.
Wednesday, October 2, 2024 Star Being Activation?
I told Colin this afternoon that I wasn’t going to ask him about his poop again. That this would take care of my end of the obsession. If he wants to speak about it, great. If not, that’s fine. He thought that was a good idea, and said he’s just not going to worry about it anymore; not even pay attention to it, unless he feels uncomfortable. Good!
Then he wanted to tell me his new idea: calling in benevolent ETs to heal the nerve pain! I know this sounds crazy to some people, but he and I really did have an extraordinary experience, about a dozen years ago, of being with a bunch of people out on a field in the country who were calling in the benevolent ETs, and had been for five nights in a row.
On the final night, once again there were definitely blinking lights (not planes and not satellites), and sometimes moving (with 90° turns!) lights in the sky, more than on any of the other nights; but the definitive moment came when Colin and I stood up (earlier than others; I don’t want to stay up late) to drive home, and he was so appreciative of the beings who were visiting us that he looked up and dramatically lifted his arms wide to the sky, saying “THANK YOU!!!” as a sort of joke, he thought.
But wait! Just then, just as he did that, an enormous light burst came from directly above where we were all circled in lawn chairs, and . . . it was not just momentary, but its fading out took several long seconds, long enough for all of us to see each other on this new moon night.
WHAT?!
We were all flabbergasted. What a demonstration of presence! For Colin, the occasion was so extraordinary that he tells me now it changed his life.
So, this afternoon, sitting in his park inverted, he tells me he’s going to ask to make contact with star beings, knowing it might take awhile, perhaps meditating in supplication for hours at a time on successive days, while gazing at the sky (easy to do when you’re inverted, and he’s had many a day when he wished he was a cartoonist, so amazing are the figures he sees in the clouds). Why not? Might as well! What’s he got to lose?
Then we segued to the many ways his stuck state (referring to nerve pain that, post-op, after six weeks has not yet retreated to the point where he can return to the kinds of exercises he wants to do, and must spend most of his days inverted) is “actually fortunate.” He gets to sit there and investigate with his mind; he gets to listen to podcasts or music; he simply has no other responsibilities, other than to work on lessening his nerve pain.
“Can you imagine how freeing that is?” he asks. To have no other responsibilities in life? How many people are as fortunate as I am?”
