Anne-Sophie Mutter mourns her dog

Nijinsky says:

“This is the period when we miss those who are gone.”
or from the article above “It’s the day we miss the ones who are gone.”
For me that also means missing the fact that the very person (or people) whose presence has been there for me to understand what’s beyond the world, and help me see simple things like miracles, that they deserved more of a life here in this “world.” To honor what he shared even though he “died” on the cross. That he really never had a life. I DO miss that. And I miss the fact that to this day anyone of the same calibre would get treated and is treated in the same manner.

I don’t think that’s at all off topic in regarding someone grieving during THIS TIME.

The humungous Holiday that’s so commercialized it’s hardly about what brought it into being anymore.

For years I’ve been struggling with emotional wounds, and then a physical problem but in reality it’s just a tool to understanding miracles, and finally had a break through thanks to Jesus, and gained equilibrium as well as physical health. And FOR ME that doesn’t include over looking what happened to him given the lack of acceptance of who he really is, despite the whole Holiday. HE deserves a life more than was the case THEN….

But instead I say something about it and it’s bait for ridiculing. All the extremely unhealthy same pattern of social behavior that needs the whole complication of “medical” procedures and intimidation using violence, coercion, social patterns and I don’t know what else to create a “society” that in never working has to ridicule others who don’t go along with it, as if it’s not the basic ideology of the “society” that needs to be questioned. On the other side are simple “miracles,” not even the “Christian” church can say are theirs or for the most part offer.

Merry Christmas

I’m intent on giving the baby Jesus, or anyone of such a calibre a life he, or she never had. If you please.

Nijinsky says:

In an earlier thread about “power couples,” when I make a jab about Bonnie and Clyde, I had forgotten and didn’t think that Anne-Sophie had named her furry companions that.

The point I was trying to make here, about grieving for someone you have lost, is that I really have that with Jesus, although everyone mostly seems to make something else out of his short life, and found Christmas indeed a time when I grieved, as anyone would for loss, as Anne expressed for her dog, and that this is a time when people miss their loved one, for me that includes Jesus.

For anyone that’s cares, that’s interested:

It’s not just me, either. I had been told that in the incarnation I had during his lifetime, that his mother, after his death, broke down and wept, her head in my lap. Which I can’t even type without tears dripping down my cheek. I was a woman younger than even Jesus, although I already had a child that was one of his friends, one of his companions. I also was told that I had heard about the baby Jesus somehow, and having refused to die till I saw him, held him in my arms to see him smile up at me. And died that night peacefully.

And I recently had what you would call a miracle. Not the first one, but one that truly integrated completely with my thinking, and that’s such an experience, and Jesus was right there, as earthy as the Queen of the Night in how he expressed his non-violence: “Shutup, we’re praying,” when I saw an African violet for the first time, that blossomed in the maroon color that isn’t really in the color spectrum our eyes take in, but a harmonic beyond it (same as maybe Heaven). I actually kind of riffed in to him about it at first, why he didn’t stick around longer to smell the flowers he had said were finer than Solomon’s robe but being as abundant as they were and yet thrown on the compost heap shows we are given so much more. He had friends in the Mediterranean, could have gone there. But that’s not what happened, and I grieve the loss. So, after a few weeks I somehow saw the gentleness that’s there beyond my spikes of frustration (also was updating my computers, which can be quite THAT, and of all things the computer industry is decimating the Congo exploiting it’s resources for batteries. The Congo, African violets), and I felt the pungent relief, and softness, and came out of a relaxation, a meditation with the physical healing I had been hoping for for three years. And it’s not just Jesus, why would he have said: “we” and still be talking like someone expressing their adolescent rebellion having fallen in love with miracles. He had a younger sister. And I had a spirit friend for years who in her last or prior incarnation was Mozart’s mother (that suspiciously resembles the phenomenon at Lourdes, when the Catholics tried to have Beatrix put in an asylum instead, but failed). Anna. Mozart’s mother, who would only say that she “was around,” during Jesus life. And a spirits go, would NOT play this game of setting herself up as an authority, always stressing people should be left to find things on their own, instead.

But I simply am like Cherubino, up and down, in love Or di foco, ora sono di ghiacco… but thanks to Jesus I’m balanced, as CRAZY as I am.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCYvLdU_xpY&fmt=22

The insistence here on this blog and at large in society that one is having fun expressing themselves, or even asserting themselves making spot obsessing with the negativity that allows them to do that, and the more frantic grievous turns that takes denying that the cause is right there in the decision to take part in such negativity. Which I’m just trying to point out, rather than trying to judge people. We all do it. The cause isn’t in the things labeled on the outside, which aren’t even truly there, but on the inside, in the thought of the person doing the judging, which could change just like that, would they believe in a miracle rather than their judgments. The physical stuff you use to make judgments isn’t from forever, and isn’t separate from your mind (which IS from forever), but you can change your thinking, or rather find your true thoughts.

It’s not at all untrue that was the society different, that Jesus could have simply been himself without this tragedy that people make out to be some sort of magic. As if his blood washed away the sins of the world, rather than he didn’t see sin, and he didn’t judge people. And he didn’t see himself as being murdered either.

“As the
world judges these things, but NOT as God KNOWS them, I was
betrayed, abandoned, beaten, torn, and finally killed. It was perfectly
clear that this was only because of the projection of others, because I
had not harmed anyone and had healed many.”

From A Course in Miracles sparkle edition. You can get it free online in pdf. Something again labeled as being from the devil, same as the pharisees said Jesus was working with Beelzebub.

Jesus himself, having someone he could confide in, showed me he really just wanted to show people that they weren’t limited to what they are trying to defend, and they do the opposite limiting themselves. There’s more to you, and you aren’t a body, unless you see that there’s part of you that’s free from the limitations you put on it. But that takes forgiving, or trusting a source which doesn’t suffer loss (for-give, letting go, non-attachment).And thus the Resurrection, which happens more than you think,and is a natural part of the Universe. Always has been, always will be.

Charlie Goldsmith mentioned that the amount of torturing equipment the Catholic Church developed in order to torture people who spoke contrary to the church (not even against the church, simply had a different viewpoint they weren’t allowed to express), if you compare that along with the history of pedophilia, that maybe the devil would he be in cohorts with whatever that’s labeled as needing such torture, maybe he turned over a new leaf in comparison.

The whole waste of fixation on labeling something as sin or criminal, or crazy, or who knows what, just to quake in society the mind control of coercion, fear, violence to maintain coercion and fear, and thus hatred, discrimination, etc. All that does is put into place the very seeds that create what the sower is trying to prevent, seeds that wouldn’t be there otherwise. Both sides thinking they have power over their lives by taking on such privileges: legal, criminal, enemy, patriot, always, never, whatever, not-whatever. The very logic that such behavior is necessary is the cause, and if anyone would see what power they truly have, simply by deciding how to see things, they would be amazed at what they really are. The spontaneity of beauty, the spontaneous blessing life really is remains amazing, just waiting.