Category Archives: Survivor

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💗

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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 “Andrew Harvey – ‘The Death And The Birth’ – Inter…” on YouTube

Hi, Just to Share this Most Wonderful Conversation, (Interview), between (the Mystic) Andrew Harvey, and his Interviewer.
(Alert: This Video is to be Sipped, in Slow Doses, not Gulped in one go). One thing I’ve been Learning, of late, has been to “sloooow dooooowwwnn,” (something we, Westerners tend to forget, ignore, consider “laziness!” May I humbly recommend you all “Think again!”

I’d never heard of this guy, before tonight, (and at first found everything I could, wrong with him, and his appearance), yet,  continuing to *Listen* to what he had to say, not what he looked like, I was able to overcome that barrier, and actually Learn, and Question my Own Values–something I’ve been doing a lot of lately–put them aside, and Learn from what he had to say.

I highly recommend this Video; this is Why I’m entering it here.

Namaskar, ma89

Andrew Harvey, https://youtu.be/fmHQNGBxtvE

Being Poor

Hi, Everyone!

The Author of this Entry is SO Spot-On, I wanted to “Like It” about 100 times 😉 but there was no “Like” buttom, so on *His Behalf* I’m reblogging it, just so anyone, Whose Life-Path has/IsWill be Similar, may Pass It On, and Please, when Liking It, leave a Comment for His Entry, Not Me.

Interestingly, just this afternoon, while listening to the excellent Aussie Podcast: “Big Ideas,” dated Tue, Apr 28, 2015, titled: “The Stigma of Poverty,” detailed quite well the Socio-Economic, and Health Loss Tolls Poverty “slags” onto those classified “Poor.” As I Understood it, the Speaker said in no uncertain terms, Poverty is an Assault on One’s Very Core of Being and a Violation of Human Rights, which must be addressed.

May I humbly Highly Recommend The Reader access the “Big Ideas” Podcast, all of which are quite good. 😉

Namastè, (We’re All One),
Ubuntu, (“We’re All Connected! When You’re Well, I’m Well; When You Hurt, I Hurt”)
Golden Rule (“Treat Others as You Would Yourself, be Treated”).

ma89

Whatever

Being poor is knowing exactly how much everything costs.

Being poor is getting angry at your kids for asking for all the crap they see on TV.

Being poor is having to keep buying $800 cars because they’re what you can afford, and then having the cars break down on you, because there’s not an $800 car in America that’s worth a damn.

Being poor is hoping the toothache goes away.

Being poor is knowing your kid goes to friends’ houses but never has friends over to yours.

Being poor is going to the restroom before you get in the school lunch line so your friends will be ahead of you and won’t hear you say “I get free lunch” when you get to the cashier.

Being poor is living next to the freeway.

Being poor is coming back to the car with your children in the back seat, clutching…

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