Commentaries by Cynthia - A Blog About Life, Love, God, John Lennon, and Taking Up for the Underdog

A Simple Prayer

Sun, 16 Nov 2008 13:37:56 -0500

Someone sent me this prayer and I thought it was worthy of passing along. Maybe it will resonate with someone who needs it.

Dear God,

The lady reading this is beautiful, classy & strong and I love her. Help her live her life to the fullest.
Please promote her and cause her to excel above expectations. Help her to shine in dark places and love where it is impossible to love. Protect her at all times, lift her up when she needs you the most and let her know that when she walks with you; she will always be safe.

Amen!

National Anti-Bullying Week

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 14:08:46 -0500

For the UK, that is...

This nation has decided to give bullying the attention that it deserves. For that reason, the UK has announced that Nov 19-23 as their national anti-bullying week.

Detecting "Evil"

Mon, 10 Nov 2008 11:50:33 -0500

Some will say that evil doesn't exist and others will say that it is everywhere. Maybe the truth is somewhere in the middle. According to Dr. M. Scott Peck, evil cannot exist without deception and lies.

The dangerous people in society are the ones who wear masks of perfection and think they are above reproach. Should you give them even the least amount of criticism, these people will come after you as if their very life depended on it. (How well, I know). They also tend to be very greedy by nature and scapegoating others is a common behavior pattern to keep negative attention off themselves. There is little hope of reform in these types, so it is best to avoid them as much as possible.

Quote of the Day

Thu, 06 Nov 2008 13:21:57 -0500

"All of those for whom authentic transformation has deeply unseated their souls must, I believe, wrestle with the profound moral obligation to shout from the heart — perhaps quietly and gently, with tears of reluctance; perhaps with fierce fire and angry wisdom; perhaps with slow and careful analysis; perhaps by unshakable public example—but authenticity always and absolutely carries a demand and duty: you must speak out, to the best of your ability, and shake the spiritual tree, and shine your headlights into the eyes of the complacent. You must let that radical realization rumble through your veins and rattle those around you."

We Freaking Did It!

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 09:44:38 -0500

Special thanks to Youtuber, No2Hate, for putting this celebration video together.

The Shift

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 09:39:38 -0500

THE SHIFT is an inspiring and important film documenting the extraordinary emergence that's happening right now around the world as humanity is waking up to our power to create a better future.

A few interesting things....

Sun, 02 Nov 2008 15:19:51 -0500

I’ve given additional thought to the possibility that Uriel is my Guardian Angel. In a previous column, I stated that...”injustice straightens my spin and enables me to find my voice.” You might even say that injustice ignites a flame inside me. Maybe that flame is coming from Uriel, the angel of justice.

I’d also like to tell you about this elderly man in the neighborhood. A couple of years ago, his beloved wife of many years passed away. Ever since this occurred, the man claims that he sees angels around him, day and night. I have met people who roll their eyes at this man’s story and say that he’s “gone crazy” in his grief. But I look at him, a meek elderly man with a smile in his eyes, a lightness in his step, and profound peace in his heart. And I listen to him, hearing the sense of wonder in his voice as he speaks of the angels who watch over him and keep him safe. Then I wonder... who the real crazy ones are.

The Web of Deceit

Sat, 01 Nov 2008 14:03:21 -0400

Sometimes when you sit down to write from a place called your stream of consciousness, you may be surprised to see what comes out. I spent thirty minutes drafting this poem, and as my daughter stated, it is powerful and intense.

This poem was inspired by yet another person whom I caught in a malicious lie, and I will never look at this person the same again. I will also never understand why some people choose to live deceitful lives, harming others with fabrications from their twisted minds. I'd like to believe they do it out of ignorance, unaware of the sticky web of their own making that they will find themselves trapped in one day. But some, I believe, know the damage that lies can cause others, and they willfully do it, anyway. So this poem is for them and the people who stand behind the liars, despite their conscience urging them to seek and defend the truth.

The Web of Deceit

Oh, pity you who ignored my cries and pleas of innocence.
Did you not know that I was a child of your God?
Did you not know that I meant as much to Him as you do?

Oh, pity you who flaunted your lies
Trying to destroy truth and goodness for the sake of your pride.
Did you not know that God cares little for deceitfulness and arrogance?

Oh, pity you who bowed before the Holy Dollar
Selling your soul for something that can never be filled.
Did you not know that greed is an addiction that only wants more, more , more?

Oh, pity you who looked the other way
Despite the urging of your conscience telling you to speak up and do something.
Did you not know this was a test of your character sent from the most Divine part of yourself?

Oh, pity you who ran like cowards in the night
Scattering like church mice when the light came on and the trumpet blasted.
Where was your faith in the Almighty when you decided to crouch in the bushes and lay low?

Halloween Greetings

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 13:20:20 -0400

Something keeps pointing me back to Dorothy and her trip through Oz. I see a lot of Dorothy in my own personality. I, too, seem to be dreaming and searching for that magical spot where bluebirds fly over the rainbow. Those with deeper insights understand that Dorothy’s adventures along the yellow brick road were spiritual in nature, and that she wasn’t alone in her search for meaning and purpose. The characters that she met along the way were also looking for something to complete themselves.

Sometimes I look back at my memoir, and I see the similarities between the real characters of my book and the make-believe ones from Oz.

~My former manager: He would have been okay, if only he’d had a heart.
~My former supervisor: He would have been okay, if only he’d had a brain.
~As already stated, the director was the shadowy and nervous leader behind the curtain.
~When I think of my two female coworkers, I see one as being the wicked witch and the other one as her evil sidekick or flying monkey.
~The cowardly lion would have to be my ex-husband, someone who tries his best to be an intimidator, but lacks real courage.

More on Otters

Thu, 30 Oct 2008 14:03:49 -0400

If the otter is one of your animal totems, you might enjoy this list of videos:

Otters Holding Hands

Dancing Otter

Otters Getting Frisky

Otters Being Curious 1

Otters Being Curious 2

Juggling Otters 1

Juggling Otters 2

Juggling Otters 3

Continued...

Finding Your Animal Totem

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 13:55:45 -0400

The Native Americans believe that every person has several corresponding animal totems or animal spirits which will offer its gifts and insights to those who will receive them. Finding and understanding your animal totems can be a complex endeavor, but referring to your Native American Horoscope can clue you in on one of your primary totems.

Native American Horoscope

Since the otter is one of my primary totems, I can study otters – their lifestyle, habitats, temperaments, etc. I can also look for similarities in the otter and myself. For instance, every time I get into a pool or lake, I automatically start floating on my back. I’m also cute, but with a slightly vicious side if provoked. Even so, I have a playful and fun-loving side - much like the otter does.

Continued….

We Are Spirits in the Material World

Mon, 27 Oct 2008 11:59:20 -0400

I don't know why, but I woke up with this song by The Police on my mind. We Are Spirits made an impression on me back in high school, although I have not given the song much thought over the last few decades. Based on the current world financial crisis; however, this song now seems even more relevant. (Besides, Sting is HOTT!)

~Lyrics follow~

Still I Rise

Sun, 26 Oct 2008 14:59:28 -0400

Special thanks to a dear friend who forwarded me this poem from Maya Angelou. A video of Maya speaking these words is also included in this post.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I have oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my sassiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

The Ghost of Chloe

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 13:14:14 -0400

While growing up, I had several dogs as pets, and I loved them dearly. When they later died, I grieved as though I’d lost a best friend. Cats, on the other hand, were harder to bond with, their air of aloofness keeping me at a distance. It was only as an adult living in a small house in town that I gave up my love of dogs and conveniently invested in two cats as pets.

Murdock, the male feline, belongs to my daughter. And Chloe, the sweet female, was the cat I called my own. I say “was” because Chloe recently died. She developed cancer, and when she became so sick that she could barely walk, I took her to the vet and had her put to sleep. I cried as I retrieved her little body and brought it home for burial. The last seven years of my life had been spent with Chloe as my constant companion, and I had much grief over the loss of my feline friend.

It Goes Without Saying...

Thu, 23 Oct 2008 15:37:09 -0400