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—–Jim

Conversations with my sister (on the other side)

My sister Diane died in March of 2007. last night I had quite the conversation with her.

She said it is much easier to talk to me while I’m asleep. (sounded like a loaded statement, all sorts of shades of meaning etc.)

She said that she can “See around the corner to the future” and that, personally, a lot of really good things will begin to happen for Cathi and me “Really Soon”. And that the things we are most worried about just won’t happen.

She is having a great time playing with Maddie (her daughter who died in a fire in 1996 at the age of almost 6 years old) and is pretty much able to comfort her other surviving daughter (Dawn) and her spouse Roger. She seems to  be amazed at how open Roger is to her visits from beyond. (Me, I worry that he might have lost interest in staying here without her….)

—–Jim

Can I get there from here?

Here I am, not on a Mac, (Oh, the shame, the shame….) -on the kids’ computer, where the browser wouldn’t let me enter passwords on my bank’s log in page.

But it looks like I am able to write stuff here. So maybe I don’t have to go into exile to write anything… hmmmmm….

More later, probably-

—–Jim

Thunder Storm 7 August, 2008

Not exactly earth shaking, but I heard the ups beeping, came down to investigate, found no evidence of there having been a power outage, shut everything down, and as the mac mini was about to shut down — the lights went off.

Weird?

I’m wondering if there’s a battery problem with the ups. maybe I forgot to do something when I first plugged it in? I don’t know. it doesn’t work, I don’t think…

Shrug…..

—–Jim

Light Worker / Light Warrior

I don’t want to call myself a light warrior. I don’t want to believe that it’s my responsibility to search for, root out, discredit, and/or destroy darkness in any form or those who believe they are aligned with the darkness or any of that. what a friggin waste of time that would be. The light is such a powerful force, it would do the work of protecting anybody I wanted to protect- I mean if I went on the war path against anybody who wasn’t quite as light oriented as I was, I’d be joining the dark side, working using their methods- being everything I wanted to work against, or avoid becoming, or whatever….

“Light Worker” also has an odd ‘ring’ to it. On one hand it sounds like somebody who has some kind of condition and has gotten ‘light duty’ wherever he or she works. On the other hand, it sounds like somebody who bends the light to his or her will, makes it do things, makes things with it… it just sounds weird.

I haven’t been writing enough here lately.

Catchya later—–

—–Jim

Wasn’t uncomfortable, but the image haunts me

One day last week, I fell asleep and dreamed, I was probably asleed for fifteen minutes between the news and going out to work the night shift….

Somebody was talking to a group of interested people. We were sitting around a campfire, sort of.

The speaker had a Shamanic/cultural story teller kind of nature and was amusing us while he informed us about whatever.

While he talked he walked around, fairly animatedly, but not hyper, not gesturing wildly or so much that it was distracting.

As he walked past me I got a real good look at him. His head was shaped like a branch of coral, It was like twisted up roundly as if he had one horn that went out to my left and bent up at a 90 degree angle.

In the dream, this was not frightening. It did not feel unusual.

After awakening, I wondered if I had visited a memory (or an ongoing adventure happening right now) in the lower astral regions, Maybe intermediate astral regions, because most of the people ther felt intelligent and ‘good spirited’.

~~~~~Jim

Yawn…. July 12, 2008

The dog woke me jup, most recently. I guessed he wanted to go outside and pee.

So we walked to the back door, him hogging the way so I had to try not to fall over him or the table or a chair… or… And I hooked him up on his vinyl covered wire rope at the back door and headed for the washroom. I don’t think I had quite cleared the kitchen when he scratched on the door the first time, trying to tell me, ‘”Okay, I’ve been out, now it’s time to feed me, right?”

No, I yawned several times, used the upstairs bathroom, stumbled down, cooked a hotdog roll in the toaster, buttered it, heard the dog scratch again, grabbed a small handfull of dog food and put that on the floor of his “iCrate”, let him in and then walked around with my toast in my hands and my arms held slightly raised so he couldn’t jump up and grab the toast I was trying to eat.

I plunked back down in my chair after the dog gave up and went and ate his own little treat, And then Moe found me and leapt up on my and settled down into my chest to purr and make himself comfortable for maybe ten minutes.

The dog barked low so Moe had to go see what he was barking at.

I yawned again and got up out of the chair and wandered into the kitchen, saw an article about a musician who lives in an Earth Ship, somewhere in the Ottawa Valley, I think, scanned enough to see that he and his family grow bananas in their underground or semi underground ‘Earthship’. I smiled, wondered how many people, like me, want to grow bananas up here.

And then I thought I should check email, nothing spectacular, no response from the real estate guy I asked if the house listed was really in Cobden like the test said, or was it halfway between Petawawa and North Bay, like the Postal Code indicated….

And I checked out Word Press here and realized I haven’t had the time to write anything here for a month and a half…. Yikes!

It took me a couple minutes to remember how to open a writing window, and, if you haven’t died of boredome yet, here we are.

Today was the first relaxing day I’ve had, feeling no pressures from anywhere, in months, (shudder, maybe years….?)

Yay,

———–signing off, for now

~~~~~Jim

Dreams: My father shot a coyote

My father and mother were in a house together (No house I recognize from this lifetime)

I was taking a bath, finishing a bath… noticed a bit of a rash on my stomach (Just red, no bumps or anything, but it was irksome), as the water was draining from the bath I thought I saw little fish swimming around in the water, looked more closely, nope- I didn’t think so.

Then I was outside on a porch and saw a coyote slinking around in our back yard, I was thinking that if it attacked, I was in trouble, I got near enough to the door to call out, “Hey look out back-” and my father shot the coyote. we thought it was dead.

When I was looking for the body, & couldn’t find it, I heard my brother joking with his friends that I took a nice friendly coyote and turned it into a killer.

–shrug

~~~~~Jim

“Get out of your ego and Trust-”

Two things on the front page of Friday’s News (Ottawa Citizen).

The first thing that caught my eye was

“CRTC ends laissez-faire stance on the Internet” (Watchdog to launch major reviews of online broadcasting content, technology) -I started worrying about censorship and who would decide what who can or can’t connect to ….

then:

Cyclone survivors rounded up, forced to join labour camps: report

-Burma – This one reported that many who sought refuge in Buddhist monestariers were rounded up by the military and forced into work camps, then forced to join work parties clearing away rubble.

The quote at the top of this article is from Ann Albers. Her web site is “Visions of Heaven” at http://www.visionsofheaven.com/

yay-

~~~~~Jim

There is no Gas Crisis.

A friend of mine send me this:

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We don’t need no stinkin corporate extortionists squeezing money out of us under the pretext that there is a world wide crisis in the supply of crude oil.

Above is the cover of a book written by a Baptist Chaplain whose missionary soul led him to volunteer to try to save souls (and lives) and encourage moral strength among those who were working on the Alaska Pipe Line. The oil company was very happy that they had someone up there, working for free, helping their bottom line by encouraging their workers not to get drunk and miss the next day’s work, or perform beneath their usual capacity due to hang-overs; or not to catch social diseases and miss more time or maybe even cost the company medical expenses, or drive their medical insurance premiums higher…. that they, the company, made the Chaplain an honorary officer of their corporation.

A high powered motivational speaker came to talk to the supervisors in the field, and one of the top supervisors in the area figured that since the Chaplain was an honorary corporate officer, he should be invited too.

The hot shot speaker came in and said, “There is no energy crisis. There never was any energy crisis. And from what we nknow now, there never will be an energy crisis.” The speaker went on to boast that there was enough oil under Gull Island in Alaska to drive gasoline prices back under a dollar per gallon (US) ((about 25 cents per litre Canadian)). The company was pumping enough natural gas back into the ground up there to light the entire East Coast of the US – free – for a hundred years.

The Alaskan pipeline is set up to handle three times its current volume. But they don’t want you to know that. They don’t want you to know that there is more oil stored in ’strategic reserves’ than ever before and that oil companies are receiving (and recording) record high profits.

The Chaplain was upset about the deceit being perpetrated by the oil company and started talking about it. His talks were listened to with such fervor that he took the advice that a lot of people were giving him and wrote a book.

When the oil company executives heard about the book and read it, they were so pleased they sent out cries of, “Bring me the head of the moron who invited this guy to that meeting!” And, when they found out which executive had mistakenly believed them when they said they wanted all their officers present (and nobody had said that honorary officers should be excluded) They fired their executive. The fired executive was so pleased with being fired that he read the Chaplain’s book and offered his services to correct a couple points that weren’t 1,000% accurate and supplied the corrected specs, etc.

But don’t just take my word for it. Get the book and read it. Do google searches on research that the energy crisis is a complete fabrication.

Write your elected officials demanding that oil company executives be held responsible. Demand that elected officials who are ‘in the pockets’ of oil companies be held accountable.

Demand that technology that the oil companies have squashed be released. We don’t need no stinkin gasoline driven rust buckets. What we’re seeing on our streets is actually obsolete technology being ‘kept alive’ by ‘beedy grastards’ who are having a great time lying to you, manipulating your fears, making bigger profits than ever and getting away with telling you that supplies are at an all time low when they’re at an all time high.

You might also want to fire up your favourite search engine and look for “The Black Gold Stranglehold” by Jerome Corsi and Craig R Smith (read both sides of the argument, make up your own mind.)

And do another search on “Abiotic Oil” – read about the theory that oil is not just the bi-product of rotting dinosaurs, but may be a naturally occuring substance that this planet (and others, some that probably never had any kind of life on them) produces in much greater quantities than any oil company executive (and many shareholders) want you to learn about.

I don’t know, excuse me, I don’t have a really good wrap up for this rant…. I don’t have all the answers, I’m not sure I have any answers at all. Maybe I’ll buy myself a bicycle.

Maybe I should just bounce this issue out in front of you and let you chase it for a while- Tell me if you come to the same conclusion I came to.

-thanks,

-dj otterson

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& I think I’ll leave it at that, maybe pick it up and run with it later…

(shrug) but it rings true in my ears…

~~~~~Jim