Beep, Beep

Beth and Tony took their seats just five rows from the podium.  Only last night the podium had been wired as a polygraph.

A smirk covered Tony's face as the candidates entered the assembly.  He was more than excited.  He had had enough.  And he was about to show the world.

Both candidates would surely rest their hands on the side of the lectern totally unaware. A slight lean forward, hands pressing down took blood pressure, respiration, skin conductivity and pulse readings. 

The tiny meter in both Beth and Tony's ear went crazy all night. But all they heard was a slight beep at the lies spewed back and forth.  Lies.  From one paid government employee.  Lies from a job candidate.

Back at the office, their staff would record all the findings. It would now be part of a permanent history recovered for time and eternity. 

Each time a mistruth was offered by each candidate,  a Tweet that was heard around the world.  Paul Revere would have been proud.

"No fact checkers needed here," Tony said.

"We have more than enough information.  If only the media cared, if only they would report these findings."

Corporation owned media would never consent to that.  Within five minutes of the first 'occurrence' millions of people got messaged.  It was better than a flash mob dance.  Theatre at the podium.  No taxpayer was laughing.

The 99% had been heard.  By each other.  By people that counted.  

Beep, Beep.  They weren't backing up.

Undocumented Hours

"The past few years have levied a strange burden of proof upon our backs, a burden to account for our hours and days, to prove to all who care to watch from the screens of their phones and computers that we are doing something worthy with our lives.  In the meantime, we have forgotten how to be content in being present.  We have not been transfixed and emptied since we first believed the lie that all of our experiences must be shared."

                 Undocumented Hours.  Rebecca Parker Payne.

My kind of day.  But what is in the boat????????????

On Remembering

The Smokies as the sun sets in the west.  It began here.

A haze in the distance. Beyond description.  Peaceful. Spectral colors.  Those narrow bands of waves. The elements absorb the light of a particular frequency.  The colors begin with the lowest frequency of red, going through orange, yellow, green, blue and violet.

There are times I miss the smallness of it all.  The quiet.  And all the memories and people I met. Familiarity.

But this stage feels different.  Feeling like I am on the cusp of discovering something new. 

Last night in my dream, the explanation for the UFO encounter two years ago became a little more clear.  In the dream a hypnotherapist uncovered the missing time frame.  There hasn't been much shared about this.  It is hard to know where to begin. 

Have you ever felt you were trying to remember something but you just can't get there?

Emma

Emma,

Morning came early again.  It's that jet lag thing.  Just observing the behaviors of my pets reinforces how getting out of one's environment takes a while to readjust.  There is something special about fall mornings.  Before the activity begins.  A somber time.  I'm remembering my beautiful Smokies and I am missing them.  My familiar surroundings.  Definitely the most beautiful place on earth.

My Dad always talked about them.  I wanted to see what took his breath away.  I don't know him well as he left in my teens.  But what an eye he had for beauty.  It was the only place he ever spoke about other than Big Meadows in the Shenandoah.  He camped there often.  Nice, but no cigar.  The Smokies ring the bell.  And I have been thinking about the 'somber' aspect of the Smokies for years.  I can't describe it. Maybe they aren't so somber but there is a sadness in the color, the scalloping.  There is also a beauty in all of it.  What can I say?  I love them!

Before I close, I must tell you about the skies this morning.  Scattered clouds, bright moon with mist.  Each place sure has its beauty.  I am glad to be here.  Glad to have had all the experiences.  All in perfect order.

Love

Beth

Dearest Emma

Dearest Emma,

Your letters bring such joy to my heart.  I like that you understand the spirit world.  The walking between worlds. 

What did you think about the UFO photograph?  It is just like the others, isn't it?  It makes you wonder what is really out there.  Do you think they are a kind world, or light and dark like ours?  I prefer saying light and dark rather than good and evil.  I hope you don't mind.

I've been spending more time in the woods lately.  The fast paced world gives me indigestion.  The lack of concern for others.  I like living more sustainably, too.  I am learning more about how to do that each day.

This morning I brunched with an intuitive friend.  She was upset that she got angry recently and said a few four letter words.  I mean really.  Even Buddhists get angry, not that I am a Buddhist or anything.  Though, I do like some of their behaviors.  I like the being present part especially.   The icons and liturgy don't fit me too well.  The focus on inner peace sure does.  Especially as our class based society continues to separate.  Having said this, I also see a coming together of opposites.  A kind of quetzalcoatl.   Maybe that is the walking between worlds.  We see the polar opposites before they connect.  Like magnets.

Anyway, I told my friend to just let it rip.  It happens. 

Personally, I don't think we are effective enough.  Our anger needs to be vented toward those in power, not clerks.  We also have to be more kind and compassionate to ourselves when we do this deed.  Let it go.  Lest we implode.  It feels all so seasonal.  The letting go aspect.

Leaves everywhere are falling now.  The colors are brilliant gold, red, nutmeg.  The sap will run down soon.  It is a grand time for sure.  Drawing in.  I'll be painting more.  I have enclosed some of my recent work.  Simplify, simplify.  That is my motto. 

Namaste

Beth

Dear Beth ~

Dear Beth ~

Both coolness and dampness with a spritz of rain fell on the seacoast area this past weekend.  Who knew we would awaken with a double rainbow today.  Seeing it was more than just ominous. Some believe:

• A double rainbow is a sign from the cosmic Universe that you are about to have great blessings fall into your lap, and that one good thing will lead to another.

• A double rainbow is the symbol of transformation.

And some of us are ready for transformation and great blessings!  Maybe that is why I have been seeing foxes lately, too. The fox experiences preceded the double rainbow.  Now that is telling! The fox teaches us to be more in harmony with our environment.  That could just mean to find that special place within where we feel safe.  I do like walking between worlds.

The last few days have felt bumpy.  It hasn't been too enjoyable to be honest with you.  I do...really do...feel like something is about to happen.  A burst of something.  An unfolding.  Everything points to it.

I am looking forward to our meeting soon.

Love,

Emma

The Front Door

Beth didn't sleep well last night.  It was just the fall to the floor earlier that week.  Though she did some kind of concussion to her body and body parts.  But today she was standing a bit more straight.  Icing and heating plus the Ibuprofen helped a bit.  Tomorrow would tell a better story.  She'd be meeting a friend at the pier for brunch.

All night long she tossed and turned.  Awakening at 4 a.m. after just four hours of sleep wasn't enough. Something didn't feel right.  And when Beth gets one of those feelings, well...Thoreau gets them, too. Both went over the UFO photograph with a fine toothed comb. Flying saucer for sure! They didn't have any contact with the professional photographer.  But it was a trusted source.  They both felt there would be more. 

Maybe it was the forty-first anniversary of the abduction of the Exeter, New Hampshire couple returning on their honeymoon in 1961 in Lincoln, New Hampshire.  Beth had to take Thoreau to the area, though she didn't know why then.  Maybe it was the lingering energy there.  They would both be better for it.  She really just wanted him to experience Exeter.  The joggers didn't  help, either.  They slowed things done a bit.  It was all part of a divine plan.  In time, they would come to know more.

Beth was in Exeter recently.   Passing by the Exeter Phillips Academy.  Campus Security was out in full force.  It was just an ordinary Saturday or so she thought. The autumnal equinox.  A converge of light and dark.  Balance.

The harvest is in. Crisp apples, corn stalks, squirrels hide their acorns, leaves turn to red, gold and yellow as the sap runs down.  A glorious sunny day. 

She loved the drive through the wooded community.  She thought about the soup she had prepared.  Acorn squash with apples, walnuts, nutmeg, cinnamon and gloves.  The smell of it warming on the stovetop.  The windows were open as the fresh autumnal air filled her cabin. 

There was a brisk knock at the door.  Beth stood up to answer just as the phone rang.  It was Thoreau.

"Whatever you do, DO NOT answer your front door.  Or phone unless you see my number."