Category Archives: Deep Thinking

Quick Update: Gaea Rises; Love & “Miracles” Abound

We always tend to believe all “bad” things that happen to, or around us are “unfortunate,” that Heaven has it in for me, and so forth. I’m in “Learning Mode” right now, happy with Life, and even happier to keep seeing little Miracles, following Heart-Wrenching Events.

My Mom passed away early last month, two weeks after I’d arrived at the Hospital crosscountry, from whose side I only made brief visits to the Cafeteria,  the Coffee, the Bathroom. For three days and two nights, I remained with her and–to her delight, had with me a small Bluetooth Speaker my Phone and an App I get Music from anywhere in the world; since we both Love Classical Music, she was soothed enough, even the Nurses commented she was improving. I spent our Time Talking, silently enjoying the Music, (her English Fading, giving way to our Native Portuguese), I also became her Interpreter/Translator–even to her English-only speaking Husband of 46 yrs–most of the time we’d trade places on the Recliner and an uncomfortable chair, keeping her Company.

He even felt Relieved enough to be free to go home to Rest, while I Volunteered (insisted) to Stay with her. Getting additional pillows, I made myself Comfortable, using the other chair as my footstool; whenever she needed something, rather than call the Nurses, she’d ask me to help her with. (It didn’t hurt I’m both an Empath and a Gendai Reiki Sage, so frequently just before she’d ask me for something, I was already arranging for it.

(NOTE: This wasn’t meant to be published, yet. It’s a Draft, an incomplete one, at that. Since I’m moving in a few days, that, must come first. ma89💗

UPDATE: Mom Left her “Space Suit” behind, shortly before I wrote the above. Rather than complete the thoughts written nearly 24 months ago, I’m Placing in Some of my Favorite Photos of her. (Unfortunately, THE VERY SET OF PHOTOS, JUST DAYS BEFORE LEAVING HER BODY—and the ones that mean the most to me, personally—are nowhere to be found. (I suspect this is of “Mom’s Doing;” Though “I” LOVE those photos, I got a feeling she “prefers I don’t publish them,,,thence their temporary “disappearance,” (when I know darn well, I’ve imported ALL PHOTOS, from my Entire Library in to this very device…). Okay, Mom, I won’t publish them… ma89🤷🏻‍♀️

A Classical Ballerina, (Mom), at Practice. 1943, SP, SP, Brasil
Mom, 17, practicing at the Bar, 1943, Teatro Municipal, SP. Brasil
(Mom-age unknown), Posing with her Beautiful Mid-length Ballet Tutú
Young Mom, Her Beautiful Midi Tutú, strikes casual pose.
Mom's
Mom’s “Turkey Dinner,” Ready for Holiday Meal.
Doodle: Late-Mom's Favorite Flowers, 2016
Doodle: Late-Mom’s Favorite Flowers, June 2016, by Clarisse
Parakeet Lolo

 Parakeet Lolo “Owns” Mom’s Shoulder, days before her Passing, May, 2016, 

Love IS The ONE and Only Way, to a Better Tomorrow. ma89💗

Goodbye Google-Goodbye to More…

NOTE: This Article was written approximately three months ago. Apparently, I never Did Publish it! It’s still Relevant, and I haven’t changed my Mind. The Only Reason I feel bad about it, is because—knowingly—what I deleted “There,” YouTube; was also deleted “Here.” Such was the fate of my Piano Videos, now more important than Ever… (See upcoming Posts, “Why?”).

Two weeks ago, running errands, around town, in the Late-Afternoon, returning Home, it suddenly Dawned on me: “there’s not a single place I’d gone to, by, or through, where—like a ‘ton of Tribbles, born already-pregnant—cognition came: Surveillance cameras were doubling-themselves-up; Reproducing themselves, (in in-your-face fashion), faster than those Tribbles, when The Enterprise™ was infested, by them (“The Trouble with Tribbles” episode, in Star Trek–the Original Series™). When I got home, While Listening to a couple of YouTube Podcasts, on the aforementioned Issue—reaching my last nm of tolerance—without even being concerned with all Deletions I’d have from other sites, I DISCONTINUED MY “GOOGLE” ACCOUNT, ALONG WITH ALL ITS SERVICES. (Hopefully Gone, Finitto, Caput…, I Deleted it All.

Since I use WP’s Complimentary Account, for both my blogs, I’m unable to Upload those Videos directly, within the WordPresss environment, my only choice having been uploading them first on YouTube, as required, then linking them, back to my corresponding Blog Entry.

They’re Gone! And so are my Links.!

It’s not in my Power to be able to pay, for these two sites (ma89, and gmf), thus, by my conscious Act, all but one Link are gone (“Clarisse TWU Interview,” found through residentskitz’s youtube channel, is the only one still available.

So sorry it had to be this way, and I’ve no regret having discontinued my Google Group Account. Indeed, I’ve missed it far less than I thought it would be!

“Mine Eyes, now Irrevocably-Opened, cannot be Closed, or just Squinted-from, any longer; for now The Truth is past being just “conspiracy theories,” but Glaring Fact of Life, climbing out of very dark rocks, insulting our Selfhood, our “Freewill,” compelling us into a fearful lifestyle, rather than making our Own “mistakes,” learning from them, ultimately, cognizing why, and correcting them… Surveillance is an ABERRANT Societal Ill, which—though already Quite Late, cannot be Silenced, by (pretending we’re) ignoring it, when in truth, slowly bringing utter sadness we waited so long, now it’s too late!

Pandora’s Box has bee Opened, and the only thing left for us, is the Last Item in her Box, IF we Shut it quickly-enough: “HOPE!”

May anyone truly deny it…, still?

As for me, (at least with Google Group Services), I say: “Good Riddance!” This will not be the only service, either. i shall be considering which one, next. (Calm Down! I don’t see myself closing these two Blogs, in the foreseeable time—unless it’s done by its host).

A Poem — Strange Clouds – Where are my Sharp Blue Skies?

(Intro to Poem) A few months ago, a Poem came to me, while reading the excellent “Water for Elephants” book, by Sarah Gruen, (without giving the story away), at a certain point, in the story,   Pg 111, the (now old) character says:

…I roll onto my side and stare…at the ‘blue sky beyond… “The sky, the sky, the sky—same as it always was.

I too, remember blue skies, so bright, they hurt the eye—now, but a long-forgotten memory. My answer to his Revelry about the “sameness” of the “blue sky” is stated in the Poem below 

💎STRANGE CLOUDS💎,
by Clarisse Dodge cc 2017 Creative Commons,
See Notes on Bottom, for Additional Info, see note below;

Admiringly-Dedicated to Mr. Dane Wigington, Founder and Tireless Clarion, on these “Strange Clouds” issue of: “Geoengineering Watch Global.”

I don’t know where you’re coming from,
Telling me the skies are always “blue;”


All I can see, in the skies are
cloudy days, when clouds even appear ‘brown’;

When the “blue” does come up,
The sky appears “Faded;
Yet, I’m Old enough to Remember…

Sharp, Clear, Crisp, BLUE Skies,
So Sharp Blue,
it hurt mine own Eyes…,
Those skies, those skies, those skies…

Tho’ Some have Awoken, to the Truth of the Matter,
A Great number o’ Others, still Choose…,
…to continue their Slumber;
Afraid, perhaps, to Face the Unthinkable,
they cannot yet Abide.

These sleepy Ones, bury their heads, in the sand!

WHAT, EXACTLY, I ASK MYSELF,
will it take, to Gently—oh, so gently,
Help’m to Remember, they’re but Slumbering,
and it’s past the Waking-up and Act Time?

For, You See, Neither them,
nor the Maleficent, amongst us…,
Comprehend All These,
last, but a Moment!

When the Sun Shines through, once again;
And the Unusual, Strange Clouds are No More;
What a Marvelous Sky, Indeed,


We’ll have, to Witness…,

AS IT BRIGHTENS, TRUE, CLEAN, and CRISP,
or, WITH TRUE, LIFE-GIVING, LIVING CLOUDS;

A Sky SO DEEP, and BLUE,
as if a liquefied Blue Topaz Gem was Spread
from East to West, from North to South…,
and Everywhere in between.

(Mr. Jankowsky), I Know, from mine Own Eyes,
how Priviledged You’ve been,
never to’ve seen—with a horrified Mind,
that “sameness” of the skies;

be flogged by sordid planes,
playing “Tic-Tac-Toe,”
crisscrossing each other’s Long White Trails,
even making shapes, that could pass,
(I kid you not):
Like your Sacred “Star of David,”


or creating spiralled clouds,
such as I’d never seen my entire life.
I would, That I could Return
to my Youth’s Crisp, Blue Skies,
for I’m Loathe of looking up,
and seeing instead an “opaqued” Sun,
and “Pale Blue” sky…).
~~~~

(NOTE: except for Intro), Permission is Granted for Copying, Duplication, and Divulgation, provided it includes Attribution, esp, to Ms Gruen’s Book’s Character which Inspired it: “Water for Elephants.” And The Dedication to Former Weathercaster, Mr. Dane Wigington, a True Hero, in his Own Right.

1991 “Clarisse TWU Interview” – (Uploaded by son, on YouTube)

Hi Everyone,

My Fractured Wrist seems to be Healing Well; the February 19 (2.5 hrs-long) Surgery, repairing a really bad Fracture, has now turned me “slightly Bionic” (LOL), with a Titanium Plate and 7 impossibly-long Screws, all the way, from my Outer Wrist Bone, halfway Down my Forearm (I’ll Upload the Pictures I took of my arm, later, for I’m still functioning solely with my Non-Dominant, LH, a Stylus, and a obstemperous Tablet.

This Entry’s Main Purpose is to Showcase a former Classmate’s Story on me, my Music and Its raisón d’être, the final product  of which I’d never seen before, until my Son, was able to Digitize it from its original “Sony BetaMax,” and uploaded it on his Channel, instead of “Gaea’s Midwife,” which is where it belongs.

So, Thanks to my Son, for his Translating Formats, and to my former Journalism classmate Rayvia Morgan, TWU – Texas Woman’s University – Denton, Texas, Class of 1991, for this nice, final Version of her Story on a Broadcasting Assignment (Thank You, both: Rayvia, and […] 🙂 gmf (aka: ma89)

Clarisse(sm) 1991 TWU Interview – Enjoy  :))

https://youtu.be/eQoJuYvQelw

NOTE:  This Video was for School Assignment Ms Morgan had. It was subsequently broadcast numerous times over a three (3) year period on TWU’s Cable channel. I didn’t have Cable–only the Betamax Video–and it was friends and fans who’d be tellling me: “I saw you on TV, last night…” Where (c) is concerned, Rayvia personally handed me the Betamax video–then already only used by Pros; the Reproduction of and (c) permission allowance, are fully implied and understood, by her very actions. Any question should be addressed to me, at lightseeker89 at icloud dot com, (NO SPAM, or TROLLS, PLEASE). UPDATE: My Bad, so, some Information is either changed and/or omitted.

Love IS The ONE and Only Way, to a Better Tomorrow. ma89💗

Gorgeous, Calm Sea. Photo by Adam Dodge, cc ça. 2009 Seattle, WA, USA

Wrist Surgery Done-Recovery Begins

My Baldwin Studio Upright, Companion of 25+ Yrs. Bought Spring 1991
Gonna Miss playing You, Buddy! Photo, cc 2015, by Clarisse℠ , York, PA, USA

Hi Everyonne… (Pardon the misspellings; they’re so frequent now, it’d be impoîssie to try & corrrct them all–i.e.: Time-conuhvsuming/also, due to pain med side-effectsc …)

Surgery went eell lasted longer than predicted, wrist VERHY Painnvful2 of 5 fingers feel as iff they’re Broken. The slighest touch & they go into a 😩😩😩🤕😷😷…

Must go now!!!

Namasté cg n :-/

 post-Surgery arm. 

ma89/aka: Gaea’s Modwife 

Hopes for a Loving Fall/Winter – Following Horrendous Summer

Where has Summer Gone? (It Didn’t Exist for me, at all–I Faced so many Challenges…)

Now, Tired, Weary, Somewhat Cynnical, Still facing Huge Challenges,

Though still Flumoxed on How I’ll Overcome them, I Know I WILL;


Unsure where I found this Photo below, but am always Moved and Encouraged by the Story it represents

It’s based on an Allegory, I’ll Paraphrase here:

Someone, who’d gone through excessive Travails, was shocked to see only one set of footsteps in the sand. Upon questioning Jesus about it, asking Him “Why hast thou abandoned me, at the worst of my times?” Jesus lovingly replied “It was at those times that I was carrying you…”

Footsteps in the Sand ❤

Unsure where I found this, but I've always found its meaning Moving and Encouraging


I Wrote the Following this Morning, during Breakfast, and Hope it is of Benefit to Others, as Well as to my Self.

  • May I have the Presence of Mind: Not to be Tricked, by People, Companies, Anything;
  • May I have the Astuteness: To always Ensure All Questions are answered, Before making a Decision;
  • May I Remain Connected to my Higher Self, my Intuition: and Always Listen to MySelf;
  • May My Heart Remain Calm: When faced with Setbacks;
  • May my ego move out of the way: When dealing with Outsourced Customer/Tech Services;
  • May I REMEMBER: EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE are MY BROTHERS & SISTERS IN SPIRIT;
  • TREAT THEM WITH LOVE… ❤

That’s it, for today.

Namastè, ma89🙂

Lovely Short Dream Lesson I’ve Found

While leafing through an old Notebook–filled with Poetry, Insights, Essays, etc–I came Across this very short, May 20, 2004 Entry of a Dream Lesson I’d woken-up with, in my head. Here it is:

“To whom do you offer assistance?” Was the question posed by the Traveler;

“To Everyone, according to Their needs,” was the reply given.

__________________
Do with this what you may! ma89🌸

Since my Knowings of Life, give me an Understanding that: “Coincidences are God’s way of pointing us into a certain action, or direction,” I tend to Follow the .

I was actually looking for a Poem I wished to Post, and ran straight into this Dream, instead. It would be Nice if whoever this Entry Speaks to, or be Useful for, in some ways, to let us know, and see where it takes us.

Have a Lovely Day, filled with the Principles of the Sanskrit word: “Namastè” ma89🌸

A Milestone Reached :))

Hi Fellow Bloggers and Friends in these wonderful Virtual WP Communities:

You’re now Reading the Musings of Your newly-Minted “Shihen Gendai (Level IV, Sage/Teacher) Certified Reiki Master;” a culmination of nearly three (3) years Training and ReikiShare Practicing, under the Wonderful Mentorship of Mark Flamand (he’s got lots of Titles, but is not big on them 😉 in this Respect, I’ll follow in his Footsteps, and not even place my (well-earned, mind you) “Reiki Master” Title in my own mini-Business Cards. 

While discussing it with someone the title “Sage” was suggested, to which I replied: “Wouldn’t that be a little too ‘Self-Aggrandizing‘?” Their reply: “Not in Your Case, it isn’t!…”

Mulling over it, several days, I finally came to Agree with him. You see, at first, it wasn’t my Intention on obtaining Level IV (Master), unless you plan on Teaching it. At the time I wasn’t planning to.

Two years went by, I progressed through Levels I, II, and III and by Level II, I found myself Frequently explaining Reiki to others–consequently, re-thinking my Choices, I Figured, having already been Teaching many Others the Basics of Reiki, anyway, at that point-and Only at that point, did I make the decision to take the “Master” Level.

One of the biggest reasons I didn’t feel the need for this Title was the fact, I’d been Noticing Masters came in many Levels of Aware-Wakefulness; Of Skills; Of…(I can’t quite Put my Finger…)… on the Ineffable Quality–in conducting their Lives– I believed a Master ought to adhere to…!

I don’t mean to be Judgemental, but in our (Reiki) Community I met way too many “Masters” Who neither Walk their Talk, (or Title), nor have any wish for Engaging in Teaching, yet their Business Card has “Master” in Bold Letters while their Name below is Plain Type. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

Thus, with such a Gratuitous, enormous Proliferation of this Term, I decided not to use it!! I can choose the Term “Sage,” w/o feeling I’m Self-Agrandizing my ego. After all, this same Person had already been telling me I was a “Sage,” a “Teacher,” and “…when will you accept ‘donning’ that hat?” was his frequent question.

I wasn’t Ready then, but Am now. Tomorrow night my “Esoteric” teaching debut takes place, when I’ll hold a Class on Runes 101, I’m a little Nervous, Aprehensive…, to be teaching a Roomfull of Sensitives–Psychics, Mediums, Claivoyants, other Runes-Casters, etc, something that–though Scary-Good at it, I’m Self-Taught!

Lets Hope that in my Debut as a Sage I don’t fall flat in my face

Namastè Everyone ma89🌸

What Makes a Friendship, a *Friend*-*ship?*

(by Necessity, this wil have to be sort of Generic, and non-specific to either time nor circumstance--lest anyone may be adversely 
affected)

It is incredibly frustrating–dealing with the vagaries of living with Attention Deficit Disorder; 4 Concussions, (3 in my Childhood, from falling, or running away from Bullies; one from being Assaulted at a Drive-in Theater, as a Young Adultall four Injuring the back of the Head, right at the bottom of the Skull; all four affecting my Frontal Lobe–nowadays, though the causes (war, rather than childhood carelessness, bullies) are different, the resulting “TBI,” or “Post-Concussive Syndrome”  is identical, and devastating.

When One must go through Life, with these added (Invisibly pervasively-disruptive, yet nearly-undetectable), dis-Abilities, misunderstandings, missed-out Social Cues, misinterpreted Actions, Disastrous Decisions, and/or Reactions are indeed par for the course, and (hard as it may be to Forgive OneSelf One’s perceived Guilt, or Pain), it is at these times it is Imperative we Lift Up our View, striving to See the Bigger Picture(s).

It is also Essential to Cultivate within One’s Self the Capacity of Total and Complete Forgiveness of Self–for Your Actions; of Others–for becoming inadvertently Hurt, (at times) Furious, (frequently) Angry and Frustrated enough to End the formerly Great Friendship. When this occurs, I’m unsure to Whom I feel more Compassion, and Sorrow for: The Friend, who in their Hurt State of Mind, Huffs and Puffs, indignantly, (leading the Other to make even more Confused, likely-uneeded, premature, impulsive, regrettable) Decisions–the Friendship Cracked Open…; Friends-no more; or the Other, who in their Unreliably Frontal Lobe’s Confusion and Perplexing Thought Process, Acts, or Says Something Irrevocably-Unpardonable…, at least, by the average Human Being, anyway–only to (if not immediately), soon after, albeit, too late, wish they could take it back.

For the Second time in five (5) years, my (Invisibly dis-)Abled, (miswired) Brain, caused a Rift with the second of my two Best Friends–Who, in turn, (Interpreting my Innocently-Meant Efforts at Mitigating a Greater Stress on the Friendship), as Insultingly-Disrespectful; I’ve no Idea, at this time, whether and if our Friendship can or will survive my brain’s malfeasance.

The Consequences from Miscommunicated Intentions            

(It’s been three months, since I began writing this; and truthfully, I don’t remember where I intended to go with this. Nonetheless, the portions I Had written before, are still relevant. Moreover, anyone who experiences any and/or all the above or similar conditions, will Understand perfectly where I intended to go with it, and be able to fill in the blanks. As for me, frankly, apologizing constantly gets old very fast…, it can even get you fired–this latter one I’ve experienced myself, so I Know it to be True! Therefore, no apologies for an unfinished post; the Third One in One day–Oops! I must be Manic😞…                                                           

Watch “Angellis Traballium by Clarisse℠ ©(P)1995; ©(V.P)…” on YouTube

Angellis Traballium by Clarisse ©(P)1995; ©(V.P) 2015

Well, All efforts to get this video published any other way have failed. I’m giving it another try–wish I could afford to go Premium, I’d publish an entire Album of my Piano Music.

OTOH, soon, I’ll be moving closer to my Spiritual Family–and there’s this Gorgeous, (and Gorgeous-sounding), 100-yr-old, very well-kept Cunningham Concert Grand Upright waiting for me, as soon as I move.

Problem is: Life keeps getting in the way of my moving–the latest, being finding out that only is there Nerve Damage, between my feet and spine; I’ve “mysteriously” developed “Scoliosis,” never before detected, and worst yet, learning that my “Falling” and “Walking as if I’m drunk” is partially ‘cuz “…apparently one of my legs is longer than the other…”

Why did it take 60 years, a 5-yr stint in a wheelchair (actually, 3 chairs), a failed marriage, when my Rock-Singing husband again felt Music’s Irresistible Siren call (look up Warren Jeffrey Motter), and, as a Musician myself, I understood it, and though initially I missed him, of course; eventually, I got over it, and am Happy for him following his Muse.

Why did it take at least two (2) Decades’-worth of searching for the answer, from Doctor, to Doctor, to Doctor, from Houston, from York, to Hershey, to Johns Hopkins, back to York…, (I’ll finish this later, or I’ll be late for Church tomorrow…)

Meanwhile, Shut-off your “Golden Ears” and enjoy the Music, overlooking the fact my Baldwin piano is now untuneable. The Song and ITS Message are What Matters.

Namastè,

(Note, my Posts, by nature, will reflect what is foremost in my mind, be it Health, Mental, Spiritual, Activist, etc. This blog is not meant to be in a Popularity Contest–and I know many of you feel the same way about your Blogs 😉
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(Entry from previous, failed post, introing same song:

Hi Everyone, Since I’m having soo much trouble Uploading this Video directly onto Gaea’s Midwife’s (Sister site to this one)–and since on my very first aattempt at Linking it with this Site…, I can “get” a hint: It appears the Universe wishes for this Musical Interlude be here, in my ma89 site, rather than the gaea’s midwife site.

So, here it is! Short and sweet; my 1995 Original Piece, “Angellis Traballium” (perhaps, sometime, soon, I’ll tell the Story of how it came into Existence, because I KNOW it’s a Story worth telling). Angellis Traballium by Clarisse

Namastè Everyone, and Enjoy! (WARNING: “Golden Eareds” are advised to skip it, lest your hearing goes out of tune 😉 (see notes on the youtube site). 😉