Saturday, October 27, 2012

God Is In the Details

--from the publisher's at
Bethany House

Vera Kratochvil
It's not often that a piece of writing stays with me 'years on end' but (among others), I keep referring to the following page found in "Moments of Peace in the Presence of GOD."


God is evident in the tear or in a far-off whistle. He is in the twinkle of a stranger's eye and in a certain shade of blue. He is in the warmth of a handshake and in the missing front teeth of a five-year-old. He is between the lines of handwritten letters and in the nervous laughter of teeenage girls. He is in the invisible arc made by a hawk on a fine autumn day. He is the energy you use to write your to do lists, and he is in the itch to take a break in the middle of the day.

God surrounds you with reminders of his presence. He is in kept promises and acts of love and mercy. God is in every sigh, whisper, and exclamation. God is by you now. ~

P.S.  I wish God would be more specific with his instructions. 
Given my life experiences, to trust now, would be next to impossible. ~djg

"God Is In the Details" (pg 172)
from "Moments of Piece in the Presence of GOD"
Bethany House Publishers | Bloomington, MN 55438

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Women Who Run with the Wolves

You know how you know you should do something but procrastinate and procrastinate some more; then a series of days of enlightenment nudges you off course, then back on course-- all the while the meandering is all on course. 

Today was one of those days.  And, I should have posted about this book when I was first lead to do so in my heart.  If you're a woman who has come to a crossroads time and time again, this is a book for you.  Trust me on this one ladies.  --djg

Updated, with new material by the author, "Women Who Run with the Wolves" 
isn't just another book. It is a gift of profound insight, wisdom, and love.
An oracle from one who knows."
--Alice Walker
Within every woman there lives a powerful force, filled with good instincts, passionate creativity, and ageless knowing. She is the Wild Woman, who represents the instinctual nature of women. But she is an endangered species. In "Women Who Run with the Wolves" Dr. Estés unfolds rich intercultural myths, fairy tales, and stories, many from her own family, in order to help women reconnect with the fierce, healthy, visionary attributes of this instinctual nature. Through the stories and commentaries in this remarkable book, we retrieve, examine, love, and understand the Wild Woman and hold her against our deep psyches as one who is both magic and medicine. Dr. Estés has created a new lexicon for describing the female psyche. Fertile and life-giving, it is a psychology of women in the truest sense, a knowing of the soul. ~

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"This volume reminds us that we are nature for all our sophistication, that we are still wild,
and the recovery of that vitality will itself set us right in the world."
--Thomas Moore, Author of Care of the Soul
"I am grateful to "Women Who Run with the Wolves" and to Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés.
The work shows the reader how glorious it is to be daring, to be caring,  and to be women.
Everyone who can read should read this book."
--Maya Angelou
"An inspiring book, 'vitamins for the soul' [for] women who are cut off from their intuitive nature."
--San Francisco Chronicle
"Stands out from the pack . . . A joy and sparkle in [the] prose . . .
This book will become a bible for women interested in doing deep work.
 . . . It is a road map of all the pitfalls, those familiar and those horrifically unexpected,
that a woman encounters on the way back to her instinctual self. Wolves . . . is a gift.
--Los Angeles Times
"A mesmerizing voice . . . Dramatic storytelling she learned at the knees of her [immigrant] aunts.

           About the author:  Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Ph.D. is an award-winning poet, diplomate senior jungian psychoanalyst, and a cantadora (keeper of the old stories) in the Hispanic tradition. She has been in private practice for twenty-five years and is former executive director of the C. G. Jung Center for Research and Education in the United States. The author of The Gift of Story and an eleven-volume series of bestselling audio works published by Sounds True in Boulder, Colorado, Dr. Estés heads the C. P Estés Guadalupe Foundation, a human rights organization that has as one of its nascent missions the broadcasting of strengthening stories via shortwave radio to trouble spots throughout the world.

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Monday, October 22, 2012

Heaven Help that Stalker

~by Debra J. Gordon
(Florida, USA)

Jiri Hoden

Threat Assessment guru Mr. Gavin deBecker calls it "the inappropriate pursuit of another" a fancy term used if you happen to be a celebrity.  But us regular folks call this stalking.  DeBecker and his team of MOSIAC-trained Navy Seal-type renegades don't play.  They get the job done for dignitaries, politicians, judges, celebrities and the like.  I could never hope to afford deBecker's services but I still wish his guys would just swoop on down here to Florida and "find this psychopath."  No one should have to live like I live.
Ladies reading this, please note the patterns of behaviors shown in the small details.  Does what you're about to read sound familiar?  There are no coincidences in life.  Seasoned detectives will affirm this.  Detectives connect such behaviors to the smallest, most insignificant details.  Please pay attention to your surroundings.

This post was so important to write, that I'm foregoing watching the final presidential debate tonight!  Not that this content is extra-extra-ordinary but for the FACT that, enough is just enough. Now, here's what happened earlier today which prompted this post. ~~ 

So while I decided to stay on the computer all day long revising my blogs, there was no need to use the car at my typical time; in which case I would have found out what the 'stalker' wanted me to find out at a time when no one would have been home to help me boost the dead battery on the car; which was dead because the hacker apparently has remote access to the OnStar system in the family car AND the music system mysteriously can turn on by itself and ran all night long--  but the good news is at least the use of the 'kill switch' hasn't been 'employed' recently.  And construction size nails aren't in the tires or various cables aren't severed or the phone in the house goes dead for no reason - get a new phone and it too, goes dead in a few days.  (Note: central to these 'issues' is electronics.)

And it is interesting to note that not one neighbor was home to help.  Such orchestration of events, I'd say.  I really don't know who I've angered people.  Years ago.

Note: This "run-on" sentence structure otherwise known as 'free-writing-without-much-punctuation' is being done purposefully. If and when you experience a 10-year long assault to your person, family, friends, community-- you will likewise, speak in run-on fashion.  Kindda sortta like Ms Olivia Pope on ABC's blockbuster television melodrama, "Scandal".  But like Ms Kerry I'm no pushover either, so I rock on-- hard, and hard I rock!  Keep up with me ladies.  There's more.

So, as I was saying--

I believe the car's electronics (radio and OnStar feature) were remotely turned on all night long which caused that dead battery.  We don't subscribe to the OnStar feature so there's no reason for the little Red-Cross-looking icon to glow or the smallish LED light on the right side of the rear view mirror to shine, correct?  This not-so-kind-person also locks my car doors when I'm out and about, which I've also got into the habit of not locking, so as to circumvent the activity of being locked out remotely from the car.  After about three years of living like this, I wrote the FBI in Washington.  Unfortunately, that 10-page letter citing alleged eavesdropping and hidden cameras in my home, which numerous police reports documented, didn't help.  And when my mail went missing, the USPS Technical and Forensic Division (also in DC), didn't respond to that letter for help, either.

Wow...! Having an exceptional day with words flowing again! 

Anyway, absent transportation, I walked to the corner store and bought one of those prefabricated sandwiches and a cup of French Vanilla coffee.  I had a real moment of fear and thought it wise not to buy some Skittles.  I would not be the one dead had I been accousted.  Let us pray for the family of Treyvon Martin lifting them up beyond measure that they receive a right and just outcome to this Nation's most outrageous and horrific travesty.  I don't even know how his parents are making it day by day.  Conversely, despite what this stalker thinks he/she has/is getting away with, your days are numbered.  God'll see to it!  Hostility and aggression against human beings' is in fact as deBecker says is 'an inappropriate pursuit of another'.  Like hunting.  Like HUNTING.  You know who you are.  And, since this situation has become so protracted (yes, you can begin a sentence with a conjunction; my life, my rules)--  this has now become a willfull intention to inflict emotional duress, an actionable body of law.  But I digress--

I've been writing since the postage stamp was 5-cents, I have something to say Ms Huffington.  And just so everyone knows, I am no dummy.  I have written technical instructions for the telecommunications and the health care industry, self published, run a home-based mail order firm, taught college students, survived a 5-year-long divorce and raised three great kids.  United Press International picked up my piece "Those Precious Moments" (archieved on this blog) and ran as a two-part series on their ReligionAndSprituality website.  Knowledge, however will not deter a stalker from believing you are his/her possession or to exact whatever hostility he/she has toward you ladies.  If you suspect you're being followed you are right.  Communicate with your intuition at this time.  Your intuition is God's specific way of alerting you to something looming.  It will always be spot on.  When something happens that makes you pause, doubt, or makes the hair stand on the back of your neck... pay attention to your surroundings.  Try not to be alone too much.  Be determined.  Know this is happening.  Be prepared.  Let someone know.  Keep a journal, write summations and give copies to a variety of people who are aware of your situation.  Save cash register receipts or use a debit card so your person can be tracked-- in case you go missing. 

"...A date won't take "no" for an answer. The new nanny gives a mother an uneasy feeling. A stranger in a deserted parking lot offers unsolicited help. The threat of violence surrounds us every day. But we can protect ourselves, by learning to trust-- and act on-- our gut instincts."
-- from "The Gift of Fear"

Get Gavin deBecker's book "The Gift of Fear"  and read chapter three if no other chapter.  Do what he says!  I rest my case and wish you well.  Heaven help the stalker when those Navy-renegades find him.  It ain't gonna be a pretty picture.  You know how the Seals do!

[P.S. This picture above is of me (on left), age 6-- with my sister at Don's birthday party taken on a day I saw a member of family choked that evening. This domestice violence stuff runs generations to generations, doesn't it?]
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[Further reading]  "...It is understood in the law enforcement and victim service fields that crime victims who are kept informed about their cases and treated with respect and compassion are far more likely to cooperate with law enforcement than victims who feel neglected or disrespected. This good rapport can be especially important in cold cases, where the survivors of homicide victims may have only sporadic contact with law enforcement. The passage of time can also lead to changes in the offender’s relationships and circumstances, and, thereby, in the surfacing of new witnesses and leads. Thus, cooperation between law enforcement and victim service providers is imperative to meet survivors’ needs and facilitate the investigation of cold cases."  --Serving Survivors of Homicide Victims During Cold Casae Investigations:  A Guide for Developing a Law Enforcement Protocol, prepared by National Sheriff's Association Justice Solutions, National Organization of Parents of Murdered Children, Inc.

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Epistomology, Discernment and Indigos

Mon., 10/22/12 | 1:26pmEST
Tallahassee, FL  |  USA
--by Debra J. Gordon



Hello Again:

I was about eight or nine when I discovered I was an Indigo child.   It began with the discovery of a rifle bullet I found lying in the grass near the front door of the house I shared with my family.  What followed after that magic bullet raised it's head is something I'd rather not share right now.  Just trust me when I say, "I" wouldn't connect the dots for another few decades.  And so, for those friends who're reading this who are not indigos, empaths, lightworkers, etc., it might take some 'convincing'
that my life experiences were real.  It doesn't help the situation either-- that I am also an empath.

This gift of highly developed discernment does not soothe my soul. If I had the ability to wave a magic wand and have it vanish, I'd like that. But God had other plans for me. 

And who am I to argue with Him?

Today I am more accepting of this.  I haven't many friends. In fact, under the dome in this town I have two (and a few family members). Neighbors seem to be purposefully distant except for my buddy John. A jovial, elderly man who made a living selling gun ammunition to whomever.  John walks and walks... and walks, just about everywhere. Consequently, he's in excellent shape for his senior years.  [Pause writing]




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Sunday, October 14, 2012

Transitioning: "Those Precious Moments"

 Peter Griffin 
An imposing yet warm and calm presence made Grandma's hospital room feel as though it was wrapped in a silky cocoon, engulfed by a tropical island breeze. Surely I would have floated away had I not been clutching her arm so tightly. Overwhelmed by and unable to totally understand His wondrous power, my body began to tremble with uncertainty. Grandma looked me straight in my tear-soaked eyes, squeezed my hand and reassuringly said, "Baby don't cry. I promise everything will be allright in the morning." Who would have ever thought what happened next?


Above Mame's headboard appeared a soft white glow, which took on the shape of an angel's wingspan. Without a doubt, Mame's angels were watching over her. Amplified sounds and crystal-clear images of Grandma's homecoming mirrored before me. Flocks of Jekyll Island sea gulls, prancing through stilted foliage, were drowned out by the sound of a big-band orchestra. Oversized, 'Lawrence Welk' bubbles, painted in vivid purple, blue and green, invaded our cocoon. The smell of Mame's old-fashion, one-stick-of-butter pound cake, quickened a vivid picture of Grandma in her mint green kitchen. Smiling at sleeping beauty, I made the sign of the cross on my forehead, just like she did to me when I was a little girl. As my heart decided to let Mame go to God-- poof!... the silky cocoon evaporated. I took a deep breath and blew her one l-o-n-g, last kiss in the air. Grandma was ready to go home and I was finally at peace.

Through His Almighty power, He had transferred from Grandma's soul and embodied into my soul, an unshakable level of strength, grace, insight, wisdom and spirituality. Today, I walk in boldness, step-by-step with resilience from thine enemies and assured in the complete confidence that, He divinely protects me. So, get ready world! Here comes Esther's first-born grandchild, power walking His path to fight injustice and to speak up for the people who can't speak up for themselves.

Psst! Are YOU blessed to know what God wants for YOUR life?

These are a few of my favorite passages from "Those Precious Moments:  Share God's Beautiful Gift of Personal Transformation and Call to Purpose"  |  read full story here!

"...Thank you for blessing me with your story.  Your Grandmother sounds like she was one wonderful lady. 
May you experience much more wise guidance from your intuition and keep writing!"
  --Lynn robinson, Author "Divine Intuition"  

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Lessons Learned: Tree Roots

--by Debra J. Gordon

Anna Langova | Tsavo, Kenya

Like the deep seated roots of this African tree... find yourself friends with this kind of convictioned spirit.  Those who stand with you, beside you, behind you, in front of you... no matter the occasion, no matter the degree of suffering and hostility in your life, no matter how much money you have or don't have, no matter what.  Find yourself a few people who can shift with the tides; North South East and West.  Up, down, sideways and anyways. 

BECAUSE when you *really* need someone to have your back, you will not make it out to the other side when life brings you wussies!

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