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People’s fates are simplified by their names
~ Elias Canetti

I am busy ghost-writing an e-book about Bingo currently and today one of the chapters that I wrote was regarding the influence of numerology on bingo. Being a Spiritual person, I find numerology, symbology, superstition, rituals and that type of thing very interesting. This is the part of writing that I love, when I get to do research and write about subjects that really interest me.

The numerology chapter led me to do extra research on some very specific numerology systems that are in use today (some of which have been around since forever), and the importance of “Master Numbers” in spirituality, astrology and various other aspects of life.

Do you believe in numerology? Are you interested in what the letters of your name and birth date say about you, your personality and life, or don’t you believe in that kind of thing? Do you have any specific numbers that you feel are your lucky numbers, or unlucky for you? Are you a logical person, a highly superstitious one or do you just have a natural curiosity about things?

Funnily enough, I took a break from writing for a few hours this afternoon and relaxed in the bath with a nice cup of coffee and watched a DVD on my laptop…. My way of switching the brain off and re-energising for the next session of being creative 😉

The movie I chose, very coincidentally, was “The Number 23” which is a psychological thriller about a man who is given a book of the same title by his wife for his birthday and subsequently becomes obsessed with the number. The film itself is  not one of Jim Carrey’s usual enjoyable ones – not that his acting was that bad, but in that the storyline is not that thriller `ish` and doesn’t really hit the mark with the general audience, I don’t think.

The idea of “The Number 23” was good, and there are many auspicious facts that can be worked into the number, quite believably, but I think they tried too hard and in the overkill totally destroyed any vestige of integrity and believability it may have had at the beginning. Just for fun, here are some of the simpatico dates and occurrences:

  • Each parent contributes 23 chromosomes to the DNA of a child.
  • It takes 23 seconds for blood to circulate throughout the entire body.
  • In humans, the 23rd chromosome determines gender.
  • Julius Caesar was stabbed 23 times when he was assassinated.
  • Earth’s axis is off by 23.5 degrees
  • The Knights Templar had 23 Grand Masters.
  • The Titanic sank the morning of April 15th, 1912 (4 + 1 + 5 + 1 + 9 + 1 + 2 = 23)
  • The Mayans believed the world will end on December 23, 2012 (20 + 1 + 2 = 23) [What the date actually foretold was totally misrepresented, but that is another subject entirely]

So, are you spooked yet? Are you looking where 23 occurs in your life?   … careful now or the number 23 will come after you…

For me, having just spent numerous hours researching numerology and its significance (or lack thereof) to science, the tarot and occultism, faith, healing, magick, and gaming… I was coming from a different place entirely. This of course got me thinking about how easy it is to get obsessed with something and to then convince oneself that we are completely sane and why can everyone else not see what we can see?

I will do some posts about Numerology, Sacred Geometry, Symbolism and more as time goes by and I get more time to write for fun….

This day got me taking stock of what beliefs and superstitions I may have and what I consider lucky for me. I am quite into symbology and do have certain symbols to which I have always felt drawn, 5, 7 and 11 are kinda my lucky numbers, not that I can really remember them ever BEING lucky in a significant way, but they are like old friends ~ in the comfort zone. I am not superstitious; too much of a logical thinker for that.

What about you? what are your

Superstitions?

Obsessions?

Phobias?

Lucky Numbers?

Fortuitous Symbols?

Lucky Colour?

Well…. tired now and need to get some rest so seeya all later.

Namaste
LightSpirit
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Life’s Unexpected Little Treasures


 390d229a511824ff6e1ac0c604191a25_fullArtwork: Silent Wisdom by Sundara

“We are put on this planet only once,
And to limit ourselves to the familiar
Is a crime against our minds.
~ Roger Ebert ~
 

Well, I promised that I was going to get back to writing at least one blog post every day from hereon in, so here are my thoughts this evening…. inspired by a post on Facebook by a friend who was so chuffed because water-pipes were being installed near her house so she took her young son out to watch… what transpired next is one of Life’s Unexpected Little Treasures… the operator saw her son and invited him into the cab of the caterpillar he was using to manoeuvre the pipes… the young lad sat enthralled next to him in the cab for 10 minutes whilst the guy carried on working… A gesture so small that meant so much to all 3…. that is gold!

It got me thinking about whether we actually realise how much such a small gesture could mean to someone else. How often do you just smile at a stranger you walk past, or let someone who has only one item cash out before you with your month’s worth of groceries? Do you ever stop to give a gogo carrying a heavy shopping bag a lift? These are small gestures that really take the minimum of effort on our part but most people won’t do any of them. Why?

I agree with the Arch (Tutu) when he says that South Africa needs to regain its humanity. I have been saying that for ages… we have lost our humanity, our compassion, our respect and our trust. It is a sad fact of life, but with all the violence and lack of respect for others, South Africans have drifted into a malaise of “not again” and “well it is none of my business.”

Crime has overtaken the land to the degree that people are scared to trust anyone; our public services are a disgrace; most citizens do not trust the people who are supposed to protect us, and our political parties and media fuel the racial divide daily by making inflammatory statements, playing the blame game, and some really bad reporting just to fill the coffers.

And then a stranger, a black man, sees an excited young white boy standing with his mother watching all this big machinery in glee, as boys will… and he reaches out with compassion and insight into a young boy’s psyche and gives the lad a wonderful experience. There was no thought of “Oh that is a rich white kid so I will ignore him” or “No I can’t get in there with a black man!” There was just a connection between a man (who is most probably a father) and a young inquiring mind… as it should be.

People are not born racist and distrusting; they are made that way by life. Whether it is through hardship, envy, distrust borne of disappointment, crime, or the “Sins of the Forefathers,” bigotry, racism and hatred are fostered through external influences. We need to look inward and see what we can do to resolve the problem; how we can change someone’s mind about “our kind,” whatever that may be.

Smile at a stranger, take a trip down to your local orphanage or old-age home and take some sweets or cookies with you; spend an hour playing with the children or reading to the elderly once a month. Adopt a Gogo or Grampa who has no family or whose family has deserted them (there are plenty of both kinds in every old age home.) Don’t just do the Xmas present thing; go and visit them, take them out for a meal or bring them home for a weekend once a month…

Say good morning to your neighbour with a smile on your face, and mean it. The other person may look at you with distrust at first, but when they see that you have nothing but good intentions they will react positively. Pretty soon they will greet someone else that they used to ignore because they have felt how good it feels just to be acknowledged.

The only way we can change this world is by each of us creating one of life’s little unexpected treasures for someone else every day…

The greatest sign of Humanity,
Is showing kindness to a stranger
Billi duPré
 
 
 Namaste
LightSpirit
 
 

THE GREAT INVOCATION with AEOLIAH Music from The Liquid Light of Healing



Water bugs and Dragonflies



Water bugs and Dragonflies

by Doris Stickney

Down below the surface of a quiet pond lives a little colony of waterbugs.

They were a happy colony, living far away from the sun. For many months they were very busty, scurrying over the soft mud on the bottom of the pond.

They did notice that every once in a while one of their colony seemed to lose interest in going about with its friends. Clinging to the stem of a pond lily, it gradually moved out of sight and was seen no more. “Look” said one of the water bugs to another. One of our colony is climbing up the lily stalk. Where do you suppose she is going?

Up, up, up it went slowly. Even as they watched, the water bug disappeared from sight. Its friends waited and waited but it didn’t return.

“That’s funny”! Said one water bug to another.
“Wasn’t she happy here?” Asked a second water bug.
“Where do you suppose she went?” wondered a third.

No one had an answer. They were greatly puzzled.

Finally one of the water bugs, a leader in the colony, gathered its friends together “I have an idea. The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why.”

“We promise to”, they said solemnly.

One spring day not long after, the very water bug who had suggested the plan found himself climbing up the lily stalk. Up, up, up he went. Before he knew what was happening, he had broken through the surface of the water, and fallen onto the broad green lily pad above.

When he awoke he looked about with surprise. He couldn’t believe what he saw. A startling change had come to his old body. His movement revealed four silver wings and a long tail. Even as he struggled he felt an impulse to move his wings. The warmth of the sun soon dried the moisture from the new body. He moved his wings again and suddenly found himself up above the water. He had become a dragonfly.

Swooping and dipping in great curves he flew through the air. He felt exhilarated in the new atmosphere.

By and by the new dragonfly lighted happily on a lily pad to rest. Then it was by chance he looked below to the bottom of the pond. Why, he was right above his old friends the water bugs! There they were, scurrying about, just as he had been doing some time before.

Then the dragonfly remembered the promise: “The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk will come back and tell where he or she went and why.

Without thinking the dragonfly darted to reach the bottom. Suddenly he hit the surface of the water and bounced away. Now that he was a dragonfly, he could no longer go into the water.

“I can’t return!” he said in dismay. “At least I tried but I can’t keep my promise. Even if I could go back not one of the water bugs would know me in my new body. I guess I will just have to wait until they become dragonflies too. Then they will understand what happened to me and where I went.”

The dragonfly winged off happily into its wonderful new world of sun and air.


Keepers


I received this in an e-mail from an old friend this evening, one I haven’t seen for ages, but of whom I am very fond, and I just had to share it… please feel free to copy or repost to a friend about whom you feel the same way …

Keeper

I  grew up with practical parents. A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it… A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.

Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away..

I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things.. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.

It was a way of life, and  sometimes it made me crazy.. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there’d always be more.

But then my mother died, and on that clear summer’s night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t any more.

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away…never to return.. So… while we have it….. it’s best we love it…. and care for it… and fix it when it’s broken……… and heal it when it’s sick.

This is true. for marriage……. and old cars…… and children with bad report cards….. and dogs with bad hips…. and aging parents…… and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.

Some things we keep. Like a   best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.

There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special…….. and so, we keep them close!

I received this from someone who thinks I am a ‘keeper’, so I’ve sent it to the people I think of in the same way… Now it’s your turn to send this to those people that are “keepers” in your life.  Good friends are like stars…. You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there.  Keep them close!

TEN THINGS GOD WON’T ASK ON THAT DAY.

1…. God won’t ask what kind of car you drove. He’ll ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation..

2…. God won’t ask the square footage of your house, He’ll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.

3…. God won’t   ask about the clothes you had in your closet, He’ll ask how many you helped to clothe.

4…. God won’t ask what your highest salary was. He’ll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.

5…. God won’t ask what your job title was. He’ll ask if you performed your job to the best of your ability.

6…. God won’t ask how many friends you had. He’ll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.

7…. God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, He’ll ask how you treated your neighbors.

8…. God won’t ask about the color of your skin, He’ll ask about the content of your character.

9…. God won’t ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation. He’ll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, and not to the gates of Hell.

10…. God won’t have to ask how many people you forwarded this to, He already knows your decision.

 Namaste
Billi