tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383701632927065467.post6792447452853161535..comments2023-08-21T03:51:17.425-06:00Comments on Enlightened Catholicism: Communication With The Holy Onescolkochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03432916690101599393noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383701632927065467.post-12488511649730440962008-07-24T21:17:00.000-06:002008-07-24T21:17:00.000-06:00The love between your current husband and yourself...The love between your current husband and yourself must be very strong. Love is one way we can offer energy to those like your father who have a need to manifest their presence. Picking your bedroom in my book is both his approval of your relationship and his acknowledgement that he is still with you, especially through your love for your husband.<BR/><BR/>Your story about your dream is flat beautiful. I really understand your family dysfunction. I can remember at my father's funeral a friend of mine who talks to dead people saw my entire family on the altar during the funeral Mass. My dead family members that is. Even down the siter of mine who died from SIDS. Something she knew nothing about. My dad was having the best time in the world and my mother apparently looked somewhat mortified. Dad even faked a yawn during the sermon.<BR/><BR/>The weird thing about this is my brothers and sisters thought my friend and I were nutcases, but my daughter, nieces and nephew stopped their mourning and partied hardy. I have photographs of them in the bar we had the after funeral doings at, and they are surrounded by orbs. The not so funny thing is, I got no orbs around my siblings. They tend to be rationalists of DEF's.<BR/><BR/>I take comfort in the fact they will reincarnate, and if Leon is right, we will create a better world for all our futures. Leon repeatedly said: "We are our future." I'm not sure very many people got what he was referring to and I sure as hell am not quite ready to start writing about reincarnation on the front page of this blog. The time isn't quite right, but it's getting there.<BR/><BR/>PS, I once asked Thomas More what the deal was with all this reincarnation stuff, and he said that if I actually understood what Christ taught it would be a moot point. So I'm thinking at first he answered the question by validating the Church's stance on reincarnation. Except when I really thought about what he said I realized he hadn't denied reincarnation at all, just underlined that living the Christ like life represented the way to get past it. Communication with the Holy One's is sometimes far more than it originally appears. There are layers upon layers which need to be pealed back. Peace, love, and joy Colleencolkochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03432916690101599393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383701632927065467.post-24803637406905263002008-07-24T16:19:00.000-06:002008-07-24T16:19:00.000-06:00The dream began with me seeing my mother face to f...The dream began with me seeing my mother face to face in a dream after she had died several months earlier. She was all dressed up and was in a big mansion in the kitchen and there were many people in the kitchen like at a party hanging out and talking and munching on snacks. My mother didn't say a word to me. I was ecstatic to see her but fell silent at her silence. Without saying a word she led me down a hall to the living room. There standing at the front of the room were my sisters all lined up. I have five sisters. Four were in the dream. We were not on speaking terms at the time. There was a great disconnect in our family that was ongoing throughout the years and her illness brought out all the discourse and misunderstandings out into the open, as is the case with many a family with lots of siblings with different ways of viewing things and doing things and having different expectations, etc. So, in the dream in the living room I looked into the room and there was a party going on with lots of people and there was my mother, but she was not dressed up like the way I saw her in the kitchen when I first saw her. She was wearing her usual blue skirt below the knee, some sneakers and a three-quarter sleeved button down blouse looking like the cleaning lady. I told my one sister that I saw a different mother in different clothes in the kitchen and I thought she was following me to see her there, but she did not. When I got to the kitchen there I was in the same spot as when I first entered the dream, face to face with my beautiful mother in a pretty blue sparkly gown with her hair all done nicely and looking so pretty. I asked her "Where is my father?" That is when I heard the door knocking and it was so loud that I came out of the dream and saw the cloud with green and white lights within it. My father is Irish, so that might explain why the green. This light was not like the lights on a Christmas tree, but were about the same size, but were alive and not dead lights like electric lights. They were alive and moving within the cloud. The size of the cloud which was over the bed had to be about four or five feet wide by 2-3 feet in length. I'll never forget it. It was a holy presence that was so silent and moving. I have an interpretation of the dream, which I believe was my mother trying to tell me that my sisters saw another mother. They did not know the mother I knew and loved. I don't think they ever understood my relationship with my parents. Despite our different specific beliefs, there were many beliefs that unified us, and one in particular was LOVE and from there we were able to love and respect each other. They were very conservative Catholics, the traditionalist, for the Latin Mass and against liberals and they practiced the rhythm method and had seven children. Me, I went through a divorce and remarried. But, my father never wanted me to marry the first guy and went to a priest to see if he could stop it. I found that out years later. They didn't come to the wedding and I didn't expect them to. My mother called me and cried and said she could not come, because of her beliefs or the Church's beliefs, and she said she was sorry. I just said I understood. I never hated them for that and they did not hate me either and they came here to visit us and accepted us. They never tried to lay a guilt trip on me. If it was my dad in the cloud, he picked the bedroom of all places to communicate his love and that he is still a presence in my life.butterflyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09684946870144030594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383701632927065467.post-37574086189389428402008-07-24T14:25:00.000-06:002008-07-24T14:25:00.000-06:00Sorry butterfly, I just flat missed this comment. ...Sorry butterfly, I just flat missed this comment. I may have to activate a part of the program which will alert me to new comments.<BR/><BR/>What you have described is what other friends--the ones who talk to dead people-- have described--a kind of a cloud which seemed to sparkle. We have a couple of photos which show a similar kind of phenomenon.<BR/><BR/>I kind of wonder what you were dreaming, because I suspect there was a part of you that was aware of the presence in the room and might have tried to alert you to it through your dream. What you saw seems to be happening with more frequency, at least more people are experiencing this.<BR/><BR/>I myself tend to 'feel' these energies because you can notice a change in the temperature around the area the energy is in, but other people can see them.<BR/><BR/>The day I had Leon over for dinner one of my Native friends was with me on the deck while I was barbecuing and she asked me who the guy was that was hanging around my truck but wouldn't come up to the deck. I looked over and didn't see anything, so I asked her to describe him and she described Fr. Dan Hillen to a tee.<BR/><BR/>I laughed and laughed because Fr. Dan had a tough time with Native American 'juju', even though he had great respect for the spirituality and people like Leon. I bet he was hanging around to make sure I didn't go completely Native because one of the first messages he ever got through to me after he died is that the Magic is real. That was our code for the Consecration. We fought constantly over whether it was a real ontological phenomenon or a mostly symbolic re-presentation. It was his way of telling me I was right and he was wrong.colkochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03432916690101599393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383701632927065467.post-51336684421817227042008-07-24T14:07:00.000-06:002008-07-24T14:07:00.000-06:00Colleen - you still haven't seen this comment yet?...Colleen - you still haven't seen this comment yet?butterflyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09684946870144030594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383701632927065467.post-35378244096677344082008-07-23T13:04:00.000-06:002008-07-23T13:04:00.000-06:00Colleen, I guess you haven't seen this yet...Colleen, I guess you haven't seen this yet...butterflyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09684946870144030594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383701632927065467.post-33007252534334595832008-07-21T20:16:00.000-06:002008-07-21T20:16:00.000-06:00I left out also that once I became afraid and look...I left out also that once I became afraid and looked away from the cloud, it disappeared.butterflyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09684946870144030594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383701632927065467.post-66176595141116300862008-07-21T20:13:00.000-06:002008-07-21T20:13:00.000-06:00Colleen, I will try to explain what I saw after a ...Colleen, I will try to explain what I saw after a dream I had of my mother who had recently passed away. I saw my mother in the dream and it was a face to face encounter with her. I'll skip the next part of the dream to the end of the dream when I asked my mother where my father was, who had passed on a year and a half earlier. I was awoken from the dream by three very loud knocks on what sounded like a wooden door. I opened my eyes and saw above the bed a cloud that was filled with green and white lights. This cloud was alive with these lights that were moving within the cloud. I became afraid and woke my husband up and told him about the cloud with green and white lights over the bed and the dream of my mother.<BR/><BR/>I had some profound spiritual experiences after my father died and this is just one.butterflyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09684946870144030594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383701632927065467.post-43729644489571190622008-07-20T21:10:00.000-06:002008-07-20T21:10:00.000-06:00Carl, your post touched my heart and was inspirati...Carl, your post touched my heart and was inspirational to some extent in what I wrote today. Re-membering our true past is usually not in the cards for us unless it's part of a teaching lesson.<BR/><BR/> By re-membering the past I don't necessarily mean our early childhood. As you have experienced, it may mean things before we got here. As far as your path in this life goes, you may be further along not remembering your early life. I do not remember much of mine at all. Certainly nothing much before four, and what I do remember is more a product of home movies than my own memories.<BR/><BR/>Your story is fascinating to me because it's a memory from childhood which includes those who are not of this earth, but who knew why you chose to come into this earth. <BR/><BR/>Parents are a choice we make based on the information we have at the time we make the choice. Sometimes parental circumstances here on Earth make those choices of ours difficult to understand-- not to mention the other siblings we find ourselves familied with.<BR/><BR/>Sometimes I look at my daughter and wonder why she carried forward with her choice for me as a mother. It was a powerful choice. I knew the night she became a possiblity that she was a certainty, and she would be a she. My husband thought I was nuts. In any event it was not a propitious time in my marriage. <BR/><BR/>Now I've come to accept, if not understand, that the issue wasn't me and my needs, it was her need to be here with me, and also her dad. It was a strong enough of a need that she let me know she was coming the instant she could. It was like she knew if she didn't jump then, there would be no other possible jump time. :)<BR/><BR/>The only answer I have for you is to trust that you needed to be here on Earth and that that need transcended the maturity of your parents. If we stay on our mission path, usually those sorts questions get some sort of answer. At least enough of one to help us keep going.<BR/><BR/>I hope this helps. Peace, love and joy Colleencolkochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03432916690101599393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383701632927065467.post-15289604884422579402008-07-19T15:08:00.000-06:002008-07-19T15:08:00.000-06:00Colleen:If I may offer a possibility from my perso...Colleen:<BR/><BR/>If I may offer a possibility from my personal experience as to why more of us in the west do not see them.<BR/><BR/>Eleven years ago, during a Jean Houston seminar, the entire group went through a regression ceremony. <BR/><BR/>Prior to the ceremony all of my childhood memories started after age 4. There was nothing before that. There was no traumatic event associated with that time. Hypnosis during conventional therapy revealed nothing. Convential left-brain medical techniques revealed no reason for the lack of memory other than to confirm it was there. <BR/><BR/>Many memories were awakened during the ceremony. There were extensive, memories of preconception, celestial is the best way I can describe them. There is one memory that I believe has bearing here. <BR/><BR/>I was in bed at night, crying and talking to a light. (I call it tinkerbell, but that could just be my mind trying put the experience into a familiar framework) I dont remember if it was an orb, but I remember it was a light, dancing, pulsing, moving and talking with me. <BR/><BR/>The conversation went something like "its not fair, you promised ..., you said my mom and dad would ... etc, I want to go home now! The voice in the light was very gentle, very patient, very loving as we talked. At the end of the conversation, it said something like "you cant go home yet, that is why we are going to let you go to sleep". I went to sleep that night, and I'm not sure if I have totally reawakened yet. <BR/><BR/>I wonder how many others have had similar experiences, and for one reason or another havent started to wake up yet? If the frustrations and raw emotions I experienced in the past and continue to experience around "being put to sleep" are reflective of what others who are still asleep are experiencing, then it explains a lot of things that defy left-brain analysis. It would definitely explain the growing animosity toward those in authority in all religions who seem to want keep this awareness silent, and the growing fascination with the "eastern" and "native" philosophies. <BR/><BR/>If this seems vague, I apologize. This little snippet has taken over an hour and a half to compose. There is so much churning in my thoughts right now it is really difficult to write. <BR/><BR/>Thank you for these amazing photos, and for the background material. I am looking forward to the next segment.COL55https://www.blogger.com/profile/07057765287988790129noreply@blogger.com