Cruisin’ With Discarnates

Cruisin’ in my minivan, and it’s packed full of scenarios, ALL MINE. Past thoughts regurgitating that will obviously set up another round of inevitable failure. Shit! So damn crowded in here I can’t breathe.

Wait a minute! It suddenly dawns on me there is a way to end all this, so I scream really loud: PLEASE HELP ME! Whoosh, the carnage has emptied out, and holy shit, where in the hell did you guys come from??? Oh yeah, sorry, that was me screaming. Jesus in the passenger seat, Holy Spirt and Tomas in the second row, and my Dad sprawled across the back.

Can I give this to you please? My personally designed endings always suck, as you well know, and there has to be a better way.

Within minutes my cell rings, and OMIGOD, a fairy tale ending to this dilemma . I am just so damn happy, still smiling two days later and, once again, blessed confirmation that I continue on this track.

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE FOLLOWING IS FROM DIALOGUE ON AWAKENING
by Tom and Linda Carpenter

The Feeling of Joining

In the beginning of a sharing together, Jesus tells us of his real presence with us.

I would encourage you to recognize that, on the broader level of your Being, this is what is known as communion. Please know that I am with you now, as fully and totally as you experience each other. I want you to know this and become comfortable and accustomed to this feeling. Know that it is one you may have at any time with any brother, be he incarnate or discarnate. Become one with this feeling that you may know there is no real difference between the birth and death sides of perception.

Creation is not divided. Creation is the Mind of God, and within His Mind, the concept of division does not exist. We are one. You mistakenly simply see yourself as confined to a range of experiences definable by your physical senses. Please believe that this is not so. It is only your state of mind that confuses you. Our joining is as real as if I reached out my hand and touched you. Do you like this feeling? Please be aware that I like it as well.

Much Love and Pink Clouds,
Sally

Happy Easter!

The theme for this week in yoga is “to go beyond your comfort zone”.  Hey you fuckers, the reason I like yoga is because I happen to love my damn comfort zone and I feel so exquisite when I walk out that door!  So, now everyone is getting very serious, and saying things like:  “Oh my yes, let’s spend extra time in all the warrior positions.”   (Fuck off, it’s hard enough!)   “How about if tomorrow we do everything with our left hand?”  (Very original you imbeciles.)  And here’s another good one:  “Let’s call each other by different names”.  You can only imagine where my mind has now gone.  Having had enough of this nonsense, I blurt out:  “How ’bout trying to eat 24 chocolate bunnies on Easter Day”?  And this little girl on the other side of the room just gets to giggling like I’m some kind of rock star comedian.  That only encourages me to continue:  “Really, that is way beyond my comfort zone because we’re always saying to ourselves:  “Oh no, can’t eat the chocolate.  Imagine all the calories, and how much fat and sugar that is going into my body, blah blah blah. So I am thinking about having a crack at it.  I mean, shit, how uncomfortable can that possibly be?  Just the very funny thought of it is making me bloat up with some kind of nasty gas that EVERYONE KNOWS IS A BIG FAUX PAS TO RELEASE IN THE DAMN YOGA STUDIO!” 

Finally, everyone catches on that we have made this way too serious, dammit!  They start jumping in with their two cents:  “I’ll eat an entire bag of jelly beans while I’m making the kids’ baskets”.  “Oh, I’m going to bite all the heads off the peeps before I put them in the baskets”.  Yessss, sheer lunacy has taken over the yoga studio and I am back in my laughing my ass off comfort zone.  Atta girls!

Happy Easter  (ha ha, by mistake, I originally wrote Happy Eater.  My mind is in the basket.)

Much Love and Pink Clouds,

Sally

 

Fascinating

In the past week, the thought that this is all so fascinating has been hovering around my brain. Fascinating that I have arrived here, that I could finally appreciate the fact that ACIM is indeed, fascinating. Heh heh, and I am not so damn pissed off at it anymore.

My mind is FINALLY changing about the world. Yep, its been fucking tough work, yep it goes against everything that I have believed, but was I not warned that the world I see is upside down? How could I possibly have known how impossibly upside fucking down it was?

It started to shimmer in when I was talking with someone and they told me Dr. Phil was the smartest person they knew. He caught my attention with that, and went on to describe a particular show. The entire time I am thinking, THIS IS SOME CRAZY SHIT!!! This is what I used to consider normal every day stuff, and I now see that it’s all upside fucking down. I did not laugh at him, but inside I was all bubbly and giggly. What a funny time for an epiphany, and a funny place for it to come tumbling into my brain. I could have kissed that guy!

And am getting that Jesus/HS certainly do have a sense of humor and I am honored that I am sharing in the hilarity.

Much Love and Pink Clouds,
Sally

You Are Doing This to Your Self!!!

Woke up 3 weeks ago very pissed off.  Let the ranting begin.  I am co-owner of a catering company and banquet facility that seats up to 350 people, and our main functions are weddings.  It’s a beautiful old Masonic Lodge.  On the street level are several offices that we have rented out.

This particular morning was our first catering gig of the year, and my mind starts:  I hate my business partner, I hate catering (which really means cleaning), I hate our tenants because the only calls I get from means something else has gone wrong with that old building.  I hate shovelling snow and spreading salt because then I hve to clean all that fucking salt that everyone tracks back into the building.  I hate the drunken guests at our functions that puke all over MY clean bathrooms and I hate that all this takes such an emotional and physical toll on my poor poor psyche…wah wah wah.  I could go on and on and of course I did as I wallowed in my bed thinking, fuck, another fucking year of this shit!!!

And then I heard:  “You are doing this to your self”.  Ahem.  Me?  Really?  And then it clicked, quite soundly, actually:  OF COURSE I AM!!!  And it’s taken me how many years to have this land in my bed at this particular moment?  All this undoing the ego has been such a terrible mess.  It’s ugly, relentless, beats me up, confuses the fuck out of me, making me think never, ever am I going to get this stuff!!!  The past few months have been some particular kind of hell, barreling down a lonely, torturous highway filled with so many fucked-up landmines that I thought there would be nothing left of me at the end.

And that is true.  There wasn’t much left of me.  But I am so happy, so damn happy where it spit me out.  A big ole chunk of Sally got blown apart and re-structured in that raging war.  Because those were my very own dreamed-up personally-designed landmines just for lovely ME!  And now, finally, yessss, I can do something about it.

I cannot believe how happy I am, whereas just moments ago I was this big ugly frumpy mess.  I decide to check it out.  Off to work and my catering partner is happy too!  Our staff is happy, it’s not snowing so I don’t have to shovel and salt, and our guests, 200 kids and parents for a football banquet are, I swear on my ACIM, the nicest group of people we have ever catered to.  Very appreciative, very thankful, all treating us like the Queens of Kindness… AND NO ONE PUKED!

I then thought, well, if I dreamed up all those personally-designed landmines, I now must be making up this new shiny world where my own damn self and everyone me is crazily happy.  Hmmmm, is it possible?  Obviously, because the message said:  “You are doing this to your self.”

This is some crazy insightful shit, if this is how this works, and I think it must be, well, because IT’S WORKING!  Thank God, again and again and again…for ACIM!

The past 3 weeks have been continued happiness, as I am more and more able to catch the shit when it comes in and stop the lunacy before it hits the fan.  Oddly enough, it doesn’t seem to be doing it all that much, another damn happy by-product.  I am just so damn happy and that is such a nice word.  It feels so new and fresh and me!

(BTW:  I met my catering partner over 8 years ago and what really stands out from that first meeting was her shiny happy face.  She has been my greatest classroom, although she doesn’t realize it nor does she follow ACIM.  I have been to the great depths of the dark side of the world with her and all I ever wanted was to see that beautiful face from our first meeting.  Ahhhhh, it’s coming back, more and more everyday.)

Much Love and Pink Clouds,

Sally

 

 

 

Hi

The news was delivered via cellphone late Thursday afternoon.  I stumbled through the call, trying to maintain some sense of balance, sanity, anything to hold onto.  Nothing.  I hung up the phone and dropped to my knees and screamed Noooooooooooooo!!!

I was at our banquet facilty, an 80 year old strongly-built former Masonic Temple.  When I look back, it dawned on me how many times I have been there cleaning when all hell has broken loose.  I have to admit that that damned old building takes all my shit and beatings, and not one time has it taken it personally!  Thanks buddy, your kindness has not gone unnoticed.

I spiralled downward quickly and fell into an all out rant for two fucking hours.  WHY?  WHY? WHY?  I REFUSE TO BELIEVE I PICKED THIS FUCKING LESSON!  YOU PROMISED ME AND, ONCE AGAIN, THINGS ARE GETTING WORSE!  FUCK YOU!  I AM SO DAMN SCARED AND MY MIND IS FLOODED WITH INSANITY!  OK, I KNOW I AM SUPPOSED TO ASK WHAT IS THIS FOR BUT I CAN’T!  NOT RIGHT NOW!  I DON’T EVEN WANT TO FUCKING TRY!

On my knees, bawling my eyes out, angry with gobs of disappointment and guilt smothering me.  A complete fucking meltdown!

I get up and start kicking those 12 inch thick cement walls, and attacking them with anything I can get my hands on.  I am bouncing my stupid head off the dancefloor and howling like a maniac.

After two hours of all this rage, I slowly began to notice some kind of peacefulness creeping in.  WTF?  I kept up the rant trying to throw that peace away because it did not make any damn sense, in the middle of this sucking black hurricane, and I clearly did not want it.  But it persisted.  It felt like everything was in slow motion, and I became curious as to what was happening.  I laid down on the ballroom floor and let the new thoughts enter.  Very slowly, I started to feel strong again, this out of this world strength that I knew, has always been and will always be, MY STRENGTH!  I just laid there and waited for it to fill me up.  Feebly, I began talking to HS/Jesus/Tomas…Hi Guys, thanx for coming or rather thanx for letting me finally hear you.  OK, I do get now to ask what this is for, even though at this particular moment, I do not understand.  You know I need signs, intuitive promptings and lots of times, flat out clearly spelled messages, I cannot do this on my own.  Throughout the evening, the peace continued, no matter how hard I tried to make it go away.

I woke up Friday morning with this huge “Hi” hovering over the foot of my bed.  It was written in the old English font, like the “D” on the Detroit ball caps,  blazing white, and about 2 feet tall.  I knew it wasn’t a dream because I was awake.  Holy shit!  It took me a few seconds, but then I got it.  OMIGOD, THANK YOU SO VERY VERY VERY MUCH!  It was a sign from my buddies, just like when I saw Fairy Godmothers Enchanted Catering and Lol@ACIM in my Mind!  Yes! Yes! Yes!

I was so excited about it that I went to work and made a sign that looks just like it and hung it under my clock so I would look at it all day long, as I knew how badly I needed it.    “WHAT IS THIS FOR?”, started to sink in.  And I began to marvel that things were happening at some kind of speeded-up pace!  I mean we’re not even 24 hours into this illogical mess!

I begin to clearly see that innocent face who needs me to fight through this illusion, for him, for us, and to be able to see what this is for.  I call him back, and am now able to offer him a flashlight and some sticky notes as we march through this storm.  Slowly, one by one, the obstacles drop away.  As it progresses over the next couple of days, I can feel how he is changing and it is amazing to watch.   He is gaining some kind of otherworldly strength that he never had before, and I observe with great awe. I now see that this had to happen, whether I like it or not (fuck), because the other side is something none of us could have predicted.

And, at this very moment as I write this, I am bawling my eyes out with tears of gratitude.

Throughout this entire weekend, every time my Mind decides to go to shit, Hi immediately pops up and reassures me.

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Much Love and Pink Clouds,

Sally

Rep. Anthony Weiner

Ha ha, did anyone else recognize their own damn self getting caught up in this one?

Once upon a time, my buddy Tomas (takemetotruth.com) told me about Holoponopono.  He said when you see or read about “bad/sad/mad” things in the world, say the prayer, Holoponopono.  It means:  I am so sorry, Please forgive me, I Love you, Thank you.  He told me it somehow opens up the boundaries of your heart…and he was right.

So, from the minute, I saw all that shit flying around about Rep. Weiner, I kept repeating my mantra for the day:  Holoponopono.

Really, though, you could not escape the onslaught.  How could he?  Him…of all people!  His poor wife!  Who the hell does he think he is!  Somebody (not me though) make him resign!  Kill the beast!

And I was doing pretty damn good with it…UNTIL I found myself listening to a radio talk show and all these sanctimonious bastards were calling in and yakking about how they would never ever do it because they were such “good” people, and if it were them, which it truly would not be for God’s sake, because they had morals, blah blah blah…

OH SHIT!!!  Here I are, back in that damn swampy, boggy place, with my own damn stinkin’ self-righteous thoughts:  Yeah, you fuckers, you’re probably doing the same thing, only you have not been caught.  You creepy judging hypocrites!  Kick the poor bastard while he’s down.  I mean, if you were studying ACIM, LIKE ME, you would know NOT to judge him!  Shit Shit Shit.  What the fuck am I doing?  I’M JUDGING THEM!!!

Alas, the Weiner dog took the wind out of my sails, too!

But, hey, thanks for the classroom, buddy, it’s how I learn.

Holoponopono.

Much Love and Pink Clouds,

Sally

I Just Had to Post This :)

I have a very funny Canadian friend named Linda, we call her Leenda.  I spent last weekend with her and another friend in Cleveland.  Leenda is always trying out the latest new shit and the following is her report on her new face wash.

Enjoy!

IMPORTANT WARNING!!!

Just wanted to let you both know that the face wash that I used in Cleveland and just raved about is SHIT!!!

Please do not waste your money on Garnier Skin Renew.

It is a resurfacing 3 way cleanser, it contains Kaolin Clay, Vitamin B, and Micro-Beads.  I would LOVE to list all of the ingredients but would need fucking Superman to come over and use his X-ray vision as the printing is so small.

So, as I am dissecting these 3 ingredients I figure that Kaolin Clay must come from still hot volcanic earth as my fucking skin is almost burnt off of my face.

Now the Vitamin B….how can that be harmful, unless it is actually Vitamin BEE in which case I now understand why my skin is stinging.

Now to the Micro-Beads…. Micro meaning small ; beads meaning, oh I don’t know…maybe fucking ground glass???

Son of a bitch!!!!

This crap claims to work in three magical ways.

1. CLEANSING: use as a daily cleanser to clean away impurities,(and most of the top layer of your skin.)

2. EXFOLIATING SCRUB: really gets that dirt out of your pores by blasting away the top layer of skin and getting right in there for a couple of more layers.

3. PURIFYING MASK: Anyone brave enough to leave this shit on their skin for three minutes needs their head examined.

I have a huge red patch on my cheeks and chin, that’s just using this shit on Friday and Saturday.

If I left it on for 3 minutes I’d probably melt my face off!

DO NOT BUY, TOUCH, THINK ABOUT OR EVEN MENTION THE WORDS  GARNIER SKIN RENEW OR YOUR SKIN WILL FALL OFF!!!

THAT’S HOW IT GETS RENEWED, IT ALL FALLS OFF LIKE A BURN VICTIM AND THEN YOU HAVE TO WAIT TO GROW NEW SKIN.

This product is made for “mature” skin.
Guess they figure at our age we really don’t care, or we possibly wouldn’t realize that our faces are skin less.

All right ladies….you have been warned!!!

Love Linda