47. Miracle People

And you are a Miracle Person (intentionally redundant). We are honored by your presence. We rejoice in your breath. We appreciate every heartbeat. You make a difference, just by being yourself, just by being in the present world. It is very individual to me right now, and hopefully I can share how you have changed my life. I am so honored and touched!

Everyone is a “miracle person”.  We don’t beat our hearts, regenerate our cells, breath our breaths.  Whatever does that is a miracle, no matter the spiritual/religious/scientific principle that rules the mind.

But when I think of Miracle People, I think of those who have defied the odds.  A lot of you have done that, and either recognize or do not recognize it.  I lived through a brush with death in 2007, when MRSA pulled my body to the edge.  

Mom was (is) a clear miracle.  She lived 13 years after a Pancreatic Cancer diagnosis.  Who did that?  No one did that back in the early 2000’s.  Mom was stitched together by doctors, prayers and a Divine editor of some sort.

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You are a miracle!

I apologize ahead for this, because Wendi is a humble person.  But she is a grand Miracle Person as well, having lived after being literally dead.  I’m glad that choice was made by All that Is, ’cause I can’t imagine a world without her, and the gifts she shares, and all the gifts of history to young women in the Scouting community!

I could list so many of you.  Christine could have popped off the planet this last winter, struggling with, what I never heard her call, advanced pneumonia, coupled with a second term miscarriage.  Crazy!  And we are all honored by her, and how she touches hearts with contributions smattered throughout our universe.

You are a Miracle Person.  Maybe a quick save from death in a car collision.  Maybe an obvious battle with addiction.  Maybe a long medical battle, or a short mental one where you didn’t pull the trigger.  You might have come through unspoken abuse that didn’t quite make it to death.  It’s a long list.

And you are a Miracle Person (intentionally redundant).  We are honored by your presence.  We rejoice in your breath.  We appreciate every heartbeat.  You make a difference, just by being yourself, just by being in the present world.    It is very individual to me right now, and hopefully I can share how you have changed my life.   I am so honored and touched!

44. They Will Know We Are Christians

I remember home masses, where a priest actually came to our house and said mass with our family and friends, here in this house. Church on the beach. I can’t even describe how deeply that connected me…

Vatican Two.  I keep thinking about the Catholic Church  in the ’70s.  The music was so bubbly, energetic and zealous.  I remember home masses, where a priest actually came to our house and said mass with our family and friends, here in this house.  Church on the beach.  I can’t even describe how deeply that connected me… six, eight, ten years old.

Pope Paul VI (1897 – 1978), as head of the Catholic Church from 1963 to 1978,
re-convened the Second Vatican Council, taking charge of the interpretation and implementation of its mandates.

–See Wikipedia Article Pope Paul VI

There is a song looping in my heart.  It was written by Fr. Peter Scholtes, inspired by John 13:35.

They Will Know We Are Christians

We are one in the Spirit, we are one in the Lord
We are one in the Spirit, we are one in the Lord
And we pray that all unity may one day be restored
And they’ll know we are Christians by our love, by our love
They will know we are Christians by our love
We will work with each other, we will work side by side
We will work with each other, we will work side by side
And we’ll guard each one’s dignity and save each one’s pride
And they’ll know we are Christians by our love, by our love
They will know we are Christians by our love
By our love, by our love

And they’ll know we are Christians by our love, by our love
They will know we are Christians by our love

We will walk with each other, we will walk hand in hand
We will walk with each other, we will walk hand in hand
And together we’ll spread the news that God is in our land
And they’ll know we are Christians by our love, by our love
They will know we are Christians by our love
By our love, by our love
And they’ll know we are Christians by our love, by our love
They will know we are Christian by our love

I am pondering.  “They will know we are human by our love.”  Evolved human.  That feels real, hopeful.

42. On Death and Dying

For over a decade, “On Death and Dying” by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross has graced my bookshelf.  It’s Mom’s copy.  When sorting through all of her stuff, it was a keeper.

I read a library copy of the book, and many others like it, in my first year of college.  I was writing a paper on death, the cultural approach, the facts and the perspectives, and the insights of people who were declared dead and then phoenixed. I have had a lifelong interest in how the “soul” continues past the death of the body.  

(I put that in quotes, because anyone who reads this immediately jumps into their own belief system in the word soul.  I don’t have a personal hold on individuality past the end of the body.  It feels like the individuality may do more of a merge with the universal, and yet can be distinguished as individual by those still in bodies.  Way too much to explain in a side note.) 

It is fun to read and hear about near death experiences.  DeeDee’s X, Mike, was in a coma for months.  He came back to life.  I had to ask:  What was it like?  He said, “It was like being every religion at the same time… I will never fear death again.”  He was elated, vibrant, excited to continue on earth. Yet, he had lost his limbs when the blood rushed to his core to fight the infection.  Elated, excited.  I hope he retained some of what he experienced!

In writing my paper, I didn’t learn anything new.  It has been with me all along.  Dorothy and the red slippers.  There is no place like home.  And we are always home.

40. The Definition of Healing

The healing is in the emotional heart, in the connection to God.

My definition of healing is important to distinguish.  A body can heal by closing a wound or correcting an illness.  Real healing is deeper.  The body might come along for the ride, but the healing is in the emotional heart, in the connection to God.  

37. Christian

I find it humorous that people who are Christian often see Jesus as Christian too. Jesus was Jewish. He learned and taught outside of the doctrine of Judaism from his own learning and enlightenment.

I cannot express my gratitude for my Catholic background with words.  It is not the religion that I thank.  It is the depth of Christian mysticism.  There are parts of the experience of ritual and church that bring meaning and light, but for me they are not part of doctrine.  Hard as we try, the written word will not bring people to realization.

When I think about Catholicism, I think about things that are bold misrepresentations, the things that people think they know about the life of Jesus that made him the one Christ.  Jesus taught that we are the Christ, all of us.  Yet the world of Christianity appears to worship the water-bearer rather than the water.

Fun facts.  At the time of Jesus, men had multiple wives.  We know that Mary had barely hit her teen years, but she was likely Joseph’s third wife, or fifth.  He was an old guy.

There were not a lot of humans on the planet at the time.  I picture the scene in the movies where Jesus entered Jerusalem and was greeted by the masses holding palm fronds.  Picture Lake Stevens, WA.  The size of the city was more like that.  100 people gathered around swinging plants in their hands.  It just doesn’t match the Hollywood renditions.

Jesus was called Rabbi.  It could have been a title of respect, but unlikely.  To be a rabbi, a person had to be married.  Also, Jesus is known to be around 30 as his final ministry evolved.  Elders of 30 often had grandchildren.  

There are documents and information that have led people to believe that Jesus studied the Egyptian religions and mysticism in depth, even that he was away in travels learning from other cultures and spiritual teachers.  I find it humorous that people who are Christian often see Jesus as Christian too.  Jesus was Jewish.  He learned and taught outside of the doctrine of Judaism from his own learning and enlightenment.  So shouldn’t Christian people do what Jesus did?

Red Letter Bibles.  Brilliant.  The only actual words of Jesus in the Bible are the red letters in a Red Letter Bible.  Check it out.  You could compile those words into maybe ten, twenty, pages of print.  It might be worth looking at those particular words and putting a lot of focus there, especially for anyone stating that they are truly Christian, a follower of Christ.

There are more things that puzzle me.  But I think facing everything I “believe” with curiosity is my bottom line.  I embrace that I only know one part of the Catholic elephant.

35. Spiritual Ancestry

White Buffalo Calf Woman came to the People, and taught them as Jesus did. She taught the mystical, the spiritual, and the practical. And she left an assignment to continue her legacy.

Anytime I talk about religion, I feel compelled to mention that I do not have “one”.  

Oxymoron: a figure of speech where apparently contradictory terms appear in conjunction.  Am I devoutly nonreligious? That causes confusion.  The devout part is definitely true when standing alone.  I am not devout in being nonreligious, I am non religiously devout.

In the last couple of years, I have had the honor of stepping into the lineage of the Cherokee ancestors.  As I have studied and learned and cried with deep humiliation for my part in white ancestry. I have also embraced my connection to the same Great Spirit that has always been my God.  And with that has also been a grounding to this existence, being on this planet, a part of the intertwining of all life.

A Cherokee who lives in the Pacific Northwest, White Horse Woman, sought to teach her children and grandchildren the path of their elders, but they showed little interest in the ways of the medicine woman. Starfeather appeared, willing, excited, and ready to absorb a Truth that already ran through her veins.  

The ancestry evolves like this:  White Buffalo Calf Woman came to the People, and taught them as Jesus did.  She taught the mystical, the spiritual, and the practical.  And she left an assignment to continue her legacy.  Children, grandchildren, great grandchildren continued the practices and passed the teachings.  White Horse Woman is still living, but is close to transitioning from the planet.  Starfeather is her spiritual child.  And, in effect, I am White Horse Woman’s grandchild.  Anyone who learns a “native principle or teaching” from me, if we sat somewhere as I told the story of the dreamcatcher and we wove the threads on the cedar ring, that classifies you as White Horse Woman’s spiritual Great Grandchild.

“Sacred Buffalo” by Gretchen Del Rio, original watercolor, 2013

It’s a construct.  I made it up.  But I think it honors the tradition.  It honors the legacy of White Horse Woman.  It connects the ancestry; it connects the cultures.  There is a gift that is begging to be received. 

15. Insights

A couple of months ago, I accepted death.  And then, I have been told to accept life.  Both.  Here and now.  I’m gonna die, eventually, some day.  It might be a surprise a couple of weeks from now.  It might be a miraculous decade or more away.  But it will be right, on God’s terms, on Universal principle… not in my time, not my decision.  And I will always be one with the earth, one with you, Divinely available forever.

This week, a vision keeps popping up.  I am inside of a mountain, looking out.  There have been a lot of earthy pictures in my head. 

But spiritually, I have loved deserting this world for higher planes.  Friends used to say that “I need to ground”.  What that means is that it isn’t good to fully leave this world for the God realm (like where meditation can take a person, becoming an addiction to God focus) without bringing it back into this one.  Over a decade ago, it was difficult for me to pick the human world over the space of realization.  I preferred to be in that fuzzy, soft, unconditional love space that I had found within myself.

There was kick back!  My feet slammed to the earth with a divorce and all that came with it.  My balance was forced, and then tipped back to earth based reality.  But you can’t really remove awareness and realization.  What has been seen cannot be unseen.  I would say that it can feel like God deserted you, or that you are starting back at the beginning on that seeking quest.

The cancer has been a gift, like it took the earth base away, and opened my eyes.  And this week has brought the rock, the inside of the mountain, me looking out of the mountain, an integral part of the earth itself.  Balance.  

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