Wallowing with Whales on the World Wide Web

Wallowing with Whales on the World Wide Web - that's me... and today this is the way I am feeling! On another level I feel like heaving myself out of my environment, however, I am who I am and I cannot escape my environment or my destiny to be me. I feel big sometimes, but in comparison to my environment I am tiny and the song "words are all I have to take your heart away" is playing on the radio as I type this - and there is a dis-abled person out there who I am thinking of at this moment in time - synchronous only because of the breaching whale. i have only ever thought of dis-abled as this-abled as in our new South Africa it is said that "we moenine our languages opmix nie anders sal daar groot kak in our near toekoms wees!" I love you all - we're all raving bloody idiots at times... and if you're reading this far, you must be ok with that otherwise you would have skipped to the next blog long ago...
Perhaps whales breach to get rid of barnacles and aches and pains and frustrations and then sometimes perhaps they breach just for the pure joy of it, who knows?
Anyway, in comparison to my environment I am as a grain of sand - I do get to be an excited grain of sand sometimes and as such think that my journey is very exciting and want to tell all you other grains of sand - and then I find the reality of life that some of you are boulders, some are rocks, some are pebbles and some are just stoned and not at all interested in the journey of a mere grain of sand. I have often thought that a book, or an e-book entitled My Life As A Grain Of Sand might be a catchy title, what do you think? I am having a whale of a time thinking about what I can write about. I know more about me, my thoughts, my experiences and my memories more than I know about anything else and seeing as so many other people have studied me and asked me a gazillion questions about myself, I have often felt virtually obliged to reveal some or parts of my true inner nature as it seems so many people want to know what goes on inside the mind of a bi-polar person - there, I've said it, it's taken me almost 9 months of blogging to say it, as though it's a bad or wrong thing to say, but it's just another label and actually a collection of symptoms, which I do not believe I display, unless you talk about the ability to all by myself start laughing to myself - something Google quoted as the thought for the day the other day as being something that either an enlightenend person or an insane person does, or something to that effect...

The perfect SMS

After a long weekend away, the perfect SMS arrived in my mobile's inbox on Monday morning - perfect enough to beat any of my worst Monday morning blues! "...only saw your msg now drive safe need a few basics bread milk supper sweets and you"

The man in my dreams...

Well he wanted to build a snowman! Notice the avalanche behind him... frozen in time...

This photo is taken en route from Maccapuchare Base Camp to Annapurna Base Camp at an altitude of approximately 4 100m, in the Nepalese Himalaya.

The dream I had last year was the presence of this man, the man of my dreams, dressed exactly like this!?!*

talking to the world from the Southern point of Africa...

I've laid my life on the line... and am earning my PhD in LIFE...
I've been smacked in the face and tossed backwards and upside down into The Devil's Toilet Bowl (alias rapid no 6 Zambezi River)
I've endured 2 years of Bulimea Norvosa
I've done half of Gulliver's Travel's, the longest commercially run Grade 5 rapid in the world, upside down in my kayak and still managed to eskimo roll after "hanging in" through the Land of the Giants (part 2 of rapid no 7, Zambezi River)
I have never fallen over in Stairway to Heaven, the largest drop (26ft) grade 5 rapid
there's lots more... They say that there is truth, and then there is all the truth and then there is more truth, it just depends on what you are prepared to remember!

An Awesome act of Synchronicity for me...

M. Scott Peck


How strange that we should ordinarily feel compelled to hide our wounds when we are all wounded! Community requires the ability to expose our wounds and weaknesses to our fellow creatures. It also requires the ability to be affected by the wounds of others...But even more important is the love that arises among us when we share, both ways, our woundedness.

Source: M. Scott Peck, "A Different Drum." Peck died on Sunday, September 25, 2005. He was 69.

My late father's birthday is also 25 September and when I first doodled as a conscious doodler one of the things I wrote was that "My father makes me feel like a Peck above the rest". Amongst other things I remember writing (in +- 1998) were statements such as "I am no longer afraid of the Holy Ghost" and "I am a psycheologist" I have yet to mention anything about this so-called madness that saw me inside a mental institution for a few weeks on at least 3 seperate occasions. Mention is made of wounds and weaknesses... and the ability to expose them. Oh, my late father's hand, behind my back (My Allan in Heaven) is in photo entitled "God must have singled me out"

the deep scars of emotional pain...

: "The deeper that sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? -- Kahlil Gibran"

me 

"God must have singled me out to grant me your love"

If you receive your calling before I awake, will I make it through the night? Cherish the love we have, long as we both shall live...

I liken my love for you to a river... in the beginning...

Synchronicity Strikes Again - touched by an Angel

It's 12:13 in the early hours of sunday morning. I had a little healing session with PaniCat about 8 hours ago - I was guided to call on Angel Raphael, the angel of healing, and did so 3 times (not something I've done that often to date). I placed my Reiki hands on PaniCat and in less than a minute I felt my own hair being 'blown/stroked' and acknowledged the presence, even though it felt slightly that it might only be a breeze coming in the door from behind me or my imagination, however, there wasn't much room for doubt that the angel Raphael was with me.
Almost immediately I acknowldeged the feeling of a presence, PaniCat leapt about 3 metres away from me accross the coffee table and onto the other couch. A minute later she came back for more... and once again placed herself under my Reiki hands.
At the same time Glimmerman was searching Google for my name (probably only for the second or third time in his life) and my comments on Maya Angelou's poem - entitled 'Touched by an Angel', came up no 1, which he read and commented on the fact that he's beginning to notice that I like to leave comments around the web!!! Did I mention that in the early days Glimmerman used to call me 'Sweetest Angel Cupcake' - Sweet hey?

Sadness is a gift from the angels

Dear Anthony
I read your comments on the Maya Angelou poetry website regarding the poem ‘Touched By An Angel’ and I want to say that it really is OK to be sad – for a while, no one wants to be sad for a long time. Think about this though: If you were not given the gift of sadness to experience, how would you really understand and interpret the experience and feeling of happiness when the angel of happiness touched your life and brought with it all the love and joy or whatever it is that happiness means for you, to you? For me, the happiness I search for is the freedom to love and be loved. It involves great risk and great pain, but the rewards turn out again and again to be beyond my wildest expectations.

THE THIRTEENTH RULE OF THUMB

THE THIRTEENTH RULE OF THUMB
Started 26th October 2000
Look first at your own self and concentrate on your own health before concerning yourself with anyone else.
Consider those you love the most before making any decisions.

Using the bible as an oracle

The first time I used my 300 year old family bible as an oracle for the first time it showed me Jeremiah 20. Today, the second time I'm really using it as an oracle and I did it the "Melanie" way by fidgeting at the edges of the pages with my eyes closed - using my old bible from when I was 11 - I opened it and then still with my eyes closed hovered my hand over to see if I could feel any energy which might indicate where I should place my finger to read. After a few moments and hovering over what felt to be the warmer area, I opened my eyes to Proverbs 3. More about the synchronicity of this reading later, can't stay online too long at the moment, will get back to the satellite office later! I just want to say thank you to god on this sunday. He has revealed to me that she supports me every step and breath of the way! I love you Mother Earth! Oh, co-incidentally to day is Mother's Day...

This is Silver - I am Mama 

Am still trying to learn how to post my profile picture - I post it, it's there and then the next time I look it's gone. I've gone to FAQ many times - but under that face, who know's what the real colour of my mane is? 

Embarrassed to show my face...

I am so embarrased to have run over my little angel that I am too afraid to show my face.

Waiting for a photo of the author

Well, you wouldn't want to miss this! But, as this is only my second blog, I am learning how to post photos and as yet have not figured out how to post my own photo in the correct spot, after that I'll begin introducing myself, for the time being, as they say "From the 'Oursi's mouth..." he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me...
The existential paradox of life "TO BE AFRAID OF LOVE, WHEN ALL THERE IS, IS LOVE AND FEAR"
today read: Jeremiah 9 vs 20-24