Matermystica

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For lack of better words "touched" would be the term for the months that followed. Almost as if I were 1/2 in this world 1/2 in another. I read Holy texts. Paths of sages and lives of saint and divinity they had acquired in their lives. I also simultaneously repented, coming to terms my part in things as well and for the sin I brought out in others, initiated by my actions. For I was being taught as I pressed on to higher spiritual awareness.

Well, freaky as that sounds.... It wasn't the first thing that ever happened. It was only the one that popped into my mind at the time I came on the blog site. If I look way back about 12 years or so, no actually 16 years thats when my spiritual life began to "enlarge". Due in great part to my spending more time listening and thinking about my own life and my values and desires to be "all I could be". I had been raised in a strong religious family and because of this opportunities for expression in that area were many but I don't really think I was at any level of oneness with it. I WAS GOING THROUGH MOTIONS. I was a follower as on a converyerbelt. but at that particular time n my life I began to question.

A new day, not the mystery it used to be as when i was a child, but then again I had many days of boredom, which is amazing to me , now thinking back. I am determined to awaked this giant within. the struggle is staying AWAKE. I get pulled away form the wonderful world "it could be" by just that being "out of the now" there is attainment of this gift which is only beyond the reach, if I fall for that. So for now: for today. I will simply reach and receive.

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Ask me I cannot tell a lie.... I wouldn't steal your dime, your dog, your food nor your time. Philosophy: def. do unto others as you would have them do unto you, practice, you.. before me, Try saying NO to yourself- want nothing that's right... no onion, no butternut squash soup, no Ferrari nor Boxer woof woof, nor cruise nor fur, nor trip nor early retirement: remember , The giver of all things delivers anyway, when the time is right.
be happy for every thing. yes happy, remembering all of your own blessings and well, things could and are worse for some. There but for the grace of God go I. Take care of your earth vessel. Keep improving on this from H2o to organics, from supplements to bio genetics, from more movement to more rest, to less video gaming and more reading, keep improving how you treat your body. then and only then can you receive more pure, clean, channels of love and light. peace out beloveds.

When something happens which defies the laws of nature as we understand them, we become like babies. Everything we thought we knew
everything we figured we had complete knowledge of, is utterly blown away.
I remember the day of one such happening. A friend and I were traveling from Taos back to Santa Maria. We had to travel through a terrible, terrible storm. the small truck we were in was loaded down with all my girlfriends belongings, over weighed down, with a tarp roped down tightly, we went through the Devils Highway with lightening and thunder all around. There was unfortunately no working heater and a lot of wind blowing through gaps of bent truck into the cab. I did have a throw to huddle myself, but it was my constant praying that kept me warm. When we stopped for gas I went for the lady's room. In came a lady and a small child. We made eye contact and we greeted each other. I noticed a fog coming out of my mouth at first I thought it was simply breath condensing. I didn't say anything to her,
I thought I was the only one who had the pleasure of seeing it. I was, frankly a bit embarrassed. But the fog got thicker and I could then associate a smell with it. It smelled like incense, that's right... The most beautiful, Frankincense, Myrrh maybe absolutely heavenly! With one added spice, Cinnamon. I know it was cinnamon because I cook with it, I use it frequently and I love it. The lady was shocked, so I supposed she could see my miracle. Another young woman walked out of the stall and SHE had a scared look on her face, understandably so, she scurried out. The lady's daughter was in a stall and she asked her to stay in there. The lady then asked me " Are you and Angel?" I said No with a simple smile. Not only was I honored to have this happening but at the same time, time and space felt different. She then said: " You must be special" To that I immediately answered: " We are All Special".
She then asked " Do you have a message for me?" Smart lady now thinking back... At this moment there was a bang on the door. Apparently the gal who had scurried out had alerted every one in the mini market that there was a freak in the restroom... The lady opened the door. It was her husband, he asked her if she was alright. "She calmly replied to him... " everything is fine, we're o. k."
"Love one and other" was the only thing I told her. To which she replied
"O.K." When I left that bathroom the store was completely silent. There was about 10 people in there, including me. I remember the way the husband glared at me with a protective, on guard look.
I remember I asked her name, she told me, I later wrote her name down. If memory serves me I think it was Carol Thomson. But I cant be sure... Funny, huh, I remember the incident as if it just happened. I think I always will. But I can't really remember her name.

My editor has always taken interest in this project and is encouraging me to complete it and submit it as a manuscript. It is hard to stay on point and requires a file of it's own. A blog by definition Is rambling thought or prepared essay.
Mine will continue to be inspired because, once imbued with the spiritual garment the teachings continue as allowed and when the scripture centered soul communes with the holy spirit for understanding. Of course there are those who commune and receive spiritual understanding not scripture centered. Well, ( a deep hole ), that eventually could lead to confusion for themselves or others.
Since I have benefit of the Bible and do believe it to be living word. Thankfully I have it to center on.
Matthew 4:16

For longer than I care to admit I was steeped "in the world," as they say. I was way off course! It was after I married in 1982 that I began to practice my faith, only submitting a portion of myself to the practices I had grown to respect as a child. I prayed very, very hard at times and not at all sometimes. I walked a weaving path with the Lord. Most of the time weaving my own way.
There came a time when I had the privilege to be the primary income earner in our home, resulting from a bad investment and my husband working a backward investment. I began to visualize success for myself in the Real Estate Business. I sold 17 houses my first year and 25 the next. I became a power monger and a B--ch! When you are a producer, people give you accolade and respect.
I had reached the top of a small hill and I was over stressed and heading for burn out. About this time I fell into old bad habits, much to my earlier ruin. I am ashamed to admit yet, it is part of how I got my major break through, spiritually so I must include. After months of my own ruination I fell prey to the final blow, a complete meltdown. My marriage at this time was skating on thin, cracked, wet ice! I was really LOST!
I remember laying with my son in his bed and asking for a miracle a vision to lead me out of the mire I had created for myself. I had a significant vision that night I felt myself floating I was out in the woods there was a knoll, I floated up. I saw a bonfire, around it sat several indians. These guys were not your average brave. They had headdress and face paint on. Each one very unique. I could sense some Ancestorial connection plus they knew I was there. (To this day, I have deep respect for Native Americans and give homage and respect in my home and in many other ways. They have a special part in my path. ) The smoke of their fire led me forward, through a dark tunnel in which I felt an overcoming fear. I passed though the tunnel darkness rapidly and entered a bright nature area I saw a fox and a bird scuffling. The fox was playing with the bird tossing it about with it's paw. I heard a voice. " You are the spirit of the sparrow, the jackal has the better of you." Will I live? I thought. No answer. I opened my eyes AMAZED at the power of a vision so clear and the journey out of myself beyond my reality.
It wasn't long after that that I came to realize I must make some personal changes to improve my life. But things at home were still awful, actually beyond awful, pitiful more like it. I would cry myself to sleep frequently, Alone.
One night I turned the TV on to a channel at the very moment, a preacher was commencing the salvation prayer.
He said something like: " Are you crying right now? Is your marriage in complete ruination? etc...etc.." Yes, I really felt it was my turn, He was talking to me. I convicted myself there and then. After that I would tune in to get fed
by all the late night preachers. I tried to read the Bible at that time, all it did was put me to sleep. But persistence paid off and I have many, many Bibles now, some all pencil/pen, highlighted and although I'm not a great quoter of chapter and verse; I have engraved many a scripture in my heart.
So commences the story:

Call me chicken, I selected the entertainment category for my blog... I was trying to avoid controversy from more learned minds who by virtue of the regularly flexing their intellects might try and dishonor my blog by dispute.
It's difficult to actually begin sharing the juicy parts. It's harder than what I thought.

To be honest, early on before the biggies, there were random experiences but I just didn't see a correlation. They were few and far between and well who knew they could be part of a greater revelation.
For a while I even made a game out of it. practicing on people. Guessing things about them. Impressions that I would "feel" by being in their company. I even "felt" into futures, and many, many times, was accurate. There are more than a few hundred people out there who will remember these moments of clarity. I have been often asked. "Are you a Prophet?" My answer would have to be; "I suppose that depends on what your definition of one is."
Because I do not feel compelled to announce doom or order contrition nor force my faith by fear. I have a gift and I will do what Jesus tells me. Yes, I am still Catholic.
It's too easy to leave the longest running Christian religion.
I believe that the church has grown over the years and is even now in this cleansing era much to be learned by this and by our fallen away brothers and sisters about how they are fed in the word and by the spirit. But I also feel that Catholicism can not be written off ignorantly as being wrong either. Anyone who wishes to search can study these things with and open heart. For example, the vast divinity of the canonized Saints and the countless miracles attributed to God through them.
These unique, what some would call "paranormal" experiences flourished through their living expression of the Faith they lived by.
There are so many too many to mention here just for those of you who have no clue, no frame of reference. investigate the Miracle of Lanciano Italy, Eucharistic Miracle For those who question transubstantiation. Or look into the Biography of Padre Pio. There are fascinating things that have been occurring throughout history.
I am not here to preach only to lay the foreground for sharing my special circumstances, lest someone believe them to be demonic or otherwise delusional.

It is very important to relay that there is a faith aspect to all of this. Because there is. I was a conveyer belt Catholic. I went to Parochial school, Mass everyday back in the day. I suppose before I reached puberty there were perhaps the most sincere pious moments any pure being could ever have. But most likely to a lack of strong, relationship with either of my parents, well, lets just say that my life took a left turn. By that I mean righteousness was not a pursuit.
By the time I left St. Mary's I spouted expletives and with a misguided sense of freedom I shouted I was never coming back to this place. Yet even though I was young and at the beginning of a long chain of wrong living, God didn't forsake me. He was the spare tire I pulled out when ever life got desperate. And though many tried to "save" me. I was not ready to be saved. I remember a couple of Mormon boys at the "Corner Pocket" trying to talk faith with me. They asked " What religion are you?" I did answer Catholic although I was certainly at that moment giving my whole church a bad name. [Now their doing that on their own..]
The Mormon boys on their 2 year mission away from home.
Mocked me and my "so called faith". " Suppose that you can just go into confession whenever you want and then go to heaven? " My answers was something like: " That's about right." Lacking any true conviction. But I guess what unconscious, incompetence spewed from my mouth could even be forgotten when the conviction and real contrition
came. But that would be years away too.

Most of us live out our days in somewhat of an obscure fashion. With little to no knowledge of the reality and existence of unseen forces, all around us. The television Networks and Movie production companies have recently and through the years contributed to our imagination of things beyond our own reality. Making it easier now more than ever to come out of the closet with the weirdest oddities. In my case they are all real. I will not make anything up. I will only share the honest truth. Like I said before take it or leave it. Try not to judge me for it.

For the last 15 years i have lived with many secrets. I have only openly shared with very few people. Partly because when I would try and share with a close family member or friend, they couldn't capture my reality. They thought I must be: loosing my mind, perhaps lying, perhaps off balance. What ever. I relive my experiences often and continue to have new ones. I suppose I long to find a family of other people like me who have also been through something similar. Or perhaps I need to tell you what could happen to you.