Avatarmundi rediscovers the "the Blog"

In my unfamiliarity with blogs and such, along with changing computers and internet providers...I lost track of and then forgot about this creation of Beamer's.

Looks like Beamer has forgotten about this too...

Beamer: Holy Cow! On a side Note, Av, I just noticed your a Cancer. My wife is a Cancer as well. Then the Strange thing is with me being a Sag, Cancers and Sags Aren't supposed to get along. Hope things have been well for you ...

Spirtitual alignment

I have found there are times in My life when all the pieces fit together, and if you are paying attention, you realize this and hopefully something wonderful comes from it and so on and so forth.

Well, it's happened this morning. I awoke filled with great peace and harmony and realized that it has been awhile since that had happened.

Why, you may ask?

For me, it is because, I think, this world that surrounds me is casting so much negative energy. Looking back right now, I can see where I have been recently, and it has been a rather dark time. Not in seeking to rid one's self, or being depressed, but just in not being in touch with certain aspects of My Spiritual Journey, which I now Know, I truly miss.

Well, I guess what started it off, was last night, going back over what started my B and B blog and realizing that the heart of it came from the Spiritual Message Board, which this Blog was founded on.

I am hoping all this makes sense to you, for it is making perfect sense to me, and I am hoping to be able to contribute much more frequently here. I need this. This touch, this side of me to be accessible at ALL times.

I hope it doesn't get put on the back burner again.

It's funny, but I notice I even type different when I am on this subject, And I love It.

Namaste

Beamer

The Ouija Board

Funny, the things that trigger spiritual moments. I was watching an old I love Lucy from 1951. Lucy has an encounter with an odd individual that brings out an Ouija Bord from his desk that he had been using before Lucy walked in.

They laugh about the Board. Luckily Lucy tells the odd man that she hasn't ever used the Board and the cut to the next scene. The reason I say that is that the Ouija Board is nothing to play around with. If you have one, I hope that you properly closed out the last session. I understand that if not properly closed it can allow for entities to venture forth through the board with out you even being there.

You want to dispose of this "toy". I would probably suggest burning it, although there may be other proper ways of removing this "toy" from this earthly plane. It is far from a toy. Do Not use it.

Sometimes

The place your at is so strong spiritually that you can't escape the fact. One place I remember especially vividly was a house where I resided with my two young children and My wife. In most popular terms, it was and probably still is haunted. Things went on in the house that defied explanation.


The first thing that happened was the breaking of our bedroom window. We were in the Living room watching TV about 8 pm during the winter. Suddenly, the bedroom window in the next room broke and we looked at each other as we heard the initial chards of glass hit the wooden floor and shatter and then as more and more chards broke on the floor. It seemed to go on for about 30 seconds, although I am not certain of the time frame. I hurriedly arose from my chair and went to check on the damage. Upon turning on the light in the room, I noticed no broken glass on the floor. What?


My wife was right behind me and she lifted up the curtain to see an absolutely perfectly intact window. She tapped on the glass with her finger. The glass was sound as could be. She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. I asked her if she heard what I heard, the glass chards breaking on the floor. Yes, she said. I fully expected to see a rock or a brick laying on the floor as well. That is just what I expected from the sound, But there was none. I checked the other window in the room. Perfectly sound. I checked all the other windows in the house. I checked the neighbors windows early the next morning. All intact and just fine thank you.


One night we were sound asleep and heard the back door screen door slam shut. First thing I did was check the hook on the inside of the door. It was latched. There wasn't any reason to have heard what we did. The door, by the sound, was swung open and swung shut hard, as if the wind had caught it. The hinge had an odd little creak to it. We heard that as well, both as it opened and as it had apparently shut.

They had replaced some of the front door area, but it was quite clear that at least once, a shotgun had tried to blast open the front door. There was quite a clear pattern of shot gun pellets showing in the remaining wood that hadn't been replaced.

Then there was the Night I heard clearly my daughter fall out of her bed and land with a soft thud on the old wooden floor, as though her 50 pound body was wrapped still in blankets just as I had left her a few hours earlier. As I laid there wiping the sleep from my eyes, I heard her get up and thud thud thud ever so softly as she headed for the kitchen. I then heard her little feet walk and creak across the vinyl kitchen floor towards somewhere there and then stop. I got up, and headed for the kitchen I turned on the kitchen light to see ...

Nothing, at least no one.

She should have been standing there half asleep wondering aloud about something but she wasn't. I turned around and retraced the path she would have taken from her bed. There she was, still tucked into her bed just as I had left her when I had last seen her. This occurrence happened to me one other time before we finally left this crazy house. The second time was pretty much a repeat of the first, with me fully expecting to find my daughter in the kitchen and she was still asleep in her bed.

The night of the Kittens
My wife and I were both asleep again when we both woke up to our little kittens, probably 6 months old and three in number. Playful, full of energy and healthy, they loved to chase each other and with the bare wood floors throughout the house except for the vinyl covered bathroom and kitchen, they had a blast slipping and sliding and trying to overcome the laws of physics as they played. This night was first for them though, playing at night. They usually slept most of the night anyway. So we sat up in bed and walked to the next room, the living room. The sound stopped, the playing came to an end, the scratching of the little claws and the little sounds and thuds as their little furry bodies crashed into one another and the ensuing tackling and wrestling. We had heard it all. We heard the little growls and funny little mews, especially from our loud mouthed Siamese. I turned on the light by the couch. No kittens could be seen. We both called them, to come out of their hiding places. Nothing. Not so much as a peep. How weird we both though, for they generally were very lovey after their play sessions. So on a hunch I walked into the kids room. There were two of the cats asleep at the foot of one bed and the Siamese was sleep at the foot of our sons bed. Dead to the world. We both climbed into bed trying to figure out what had just happened. 24 years ago this took place and I am still trying to figure it out.

Meeting up ...

"I am not sure if you have come to the realization yet
that everything and everyone put before you is put there
for a definite reason. There is a reason I posted what I
posted and there is a reason why you were fortunate or
unfortunate (the Ying and Yang) enough to have stumbled
on to it.

Think of the vastness of the Internet. There is God only
knows how many different sites and places for you to wander
through in your journey. We each, in our own separate ways,
have found this particular spot. I am so thankful for this
blog, words cannot describe. I am also very thankful that
the powers that be have allowed for the postings to continue.

Why wasn't this blog here, say five years ago? Because it
wasn't time for us to meet yet. It is all related and tied
in together. Pretty amazing, huh?"

This is basically what I posted some seven years ago on the Yahell message boards. If you are reading this today, and you are getting something from this, perhaps a connection has been made here that you ought to listen to and follow up on. I personally get goosebumps in going over some of this "old" stuff and rehashing it here. It is good exercise for me and I am glad you are here to possibly venture forth and learn as well.

Take care and may Gods love wash over you in ever so gentle waves.

Beamer