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HANGING OUT WITH GOD (H.O.W.G.) # 11

Carolyn's H.O.W.G. - Star Date October 2, '06

Goodly Children

Christy's birthday - a day of sweet remembrance. Life is interesting - strange. God places a confidence in us that we do not yet have ourselves: the ability to procreate and then be responsible for the well-being of a living creature for many years thereafter.

Most of us receive training for this by having a pet to care for. I had a few, but not too many. A year or two before Christy was born, I was quite attached to a parakeet. He was cute; ate sesame seeds while hopping around the table while my husband ate hamburgers. When I was younger, the family had "baby-sat" a parakeet which belonged to my aunt. A truly amazing bird he was. His name was Hamlet and he was a great talker. Said his prayers, speaking in a cute little parakeet voice: "Now I lay me down to sleeeeep; I pray the Lord my soul to keeeeep."

Then, God "loaned" me a little girl of my own to raise. Such a "goodly" child she was; just like the story of Moses in Exodus. His mother saw he was a "goodly" child, so she kept him; hid him for three months. (Ex.2:2) I wonder what she would have done if he had been a "badly" child? Hebrew history would have been quite different, I'm sure.

Then, God "loaned" me Missy; another "goodly" child. (I kept her, too.) :o) How blessed I have been.

Then along came the "grand" (Heather Rose), and now the "great" (Brianna). How wonderful that they have all been "goodly" little ones. And what would one do if they were not? What would the mother of Moses have done? Stamp him "Rejected?" "Not Goodly?" She did send him "up the river" when he was three months old. What an act of faith - to trust God to send him where he was supposed to be; and trust that he would be cared for.

What a lesson that God has never rejected any of us, no matter what we may have done. God has seen us all as "goodly" children. "God's eyes are too pure to behold iniquity." (Hab. 1:13) (Though we occasionally need a "diaper change;" a vibrational bath of our astral energies.) :o)

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Carolyn's H.O.W.G. - Star Date October 3, '06

(Heather's Birthday)

Life In A Doll-case (Barbie-Stein)

My daughter used to buy collector's editions of Barbie dolls; that plastic, rigid pattern of feminine beauty for the past 40 - 50 years. These special dolls would be placed in a clear, dome-shaped container. There the doll could be easily seen, admired, and protected. These dolls were not to be played with, only looked at. (And they had unrealistic physical attributes.)

It occurred to me that today's icons of beauty are much the same. And, if the good Lord didn't prove to be an apt sculptor of beauty, one could get facial reconstruction: bee-stung lips, brow lifts, nose reshaping. Plus boob enhancement, liposuction of fatty deposits, teeth whitening, etc. etc. etc.

Often I have noticed with these plastic, super-star idols that they have tampered with something that made them naturally special: a uniqueness; an identifying quality that even lent itself well to caricature.

This building of a "Barbie-Stein" is a modern "pearl of great price" Thousands upon thousands of dollars are spent in the eternal quest for, well----the eternal.

In many cases, plastic surgery has been a blessing, bestowing normality to what was misshapen. In others, it is a costly, painful means of cosmetic make-up.

One truth presents itself: The outer form is transient, and the ultimate cosmetic surgeon is Karmic Law.

I experienced this when I was six years old. I was dancing around on a high porch, fell off - and broke my nose. Knocked it sideways. My family was kind and didn't tell me how awful I looked - but I was told later that they despaired I would ever be "presentable" (in the Southern-sense - attracting a mate).

Than, when I was eight, I was standing one day on a box reaching for grapes in my grandmother's grape arbor when - Wham! - box and I both tumbled and hit flagstone. My nose was broken again. (I must have been very "nosey" in another life.) But this time it was knocked beautifully straight. :o) I was painfully swollen and bruised for a time (as is all plastic surgery) and I had a most colorful black and blue hue beneath my eye. But when the swelling receded - there it was: a normal nose. (My mother and sister were so relieved. There was hope for me after all.)

Am I beautiful? Certainly! As are you! But probably not in this transitory form. (Me - not You.) :o)

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October 3, '06

Enigma

To seemingly sit still (stay in one location for a long time) I seem to always be moving in a new direction.

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Carolyn's H.O.W.G. - Star Date October 4, '06

Life's Little Lessons

We so much worship the past in this world. I love history - probably because I have been part of it from time to time. The great lesson of the past is to show us how much we have advanced as a people; not get "hung-up" on certain periods of time, events, or even persons.

Certainly that has been part of my experience in this lifetime. I have deep-seated soul memories, and for years found myself yearning to repeat them.

One cannot re-create the past as history (places, identities, etc.), but one can face the same situation - over and over. Same scenario: different locations, faces, names.

For instance, I know women who have, in essence, married the same man over and over. Yes, different names; different faces; same tendencies; same disposition. (Ditto for men seeking "Bambi, the nubile goddess of earthly beauty, magical cooking skills, and sexual gratification.")

If an awakening is needed in the smoothing out of the expressed essence (soul), we will have opportunity (repeatedly) for the needed experience.

It is called, Karma. Karma has gotten a "bad rep" as people tend to associate it with bad happenings, but Karma has no earthly label attached to it. It just -----is; So basic.

Send out good vibes and good vibes return (as blessings). Send out negative energy and negative energy returns to you (as problems; troubles.)

Ah-----Life's Little "Lessons."

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Carolyn's H.O.W.G.- Star Date October 5, '06

"IF" is a BIG Word

I have heard it said that all Bible promises contain an "if;" sort of a contract between man and God: "If you will do this, I will do that." Oh, Celestial Beings in human form, you are, indeed, "bought with a price." (I Corin. 6:20)

I thought about this today when I stubbed my toe and said to God: "I thought you said that you would lift us up so that we wouldn't dash our feet against obstacles (stones)?" (Psm. 91:12) The answer came back: "Did you not read the first sentence of Psalm 91? The one that says: He that dwelleth in the Secret Place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow (protection) of the Almighty. Bible promises contain an "if." Anytime you are consciously aware of the "Secret Place" (Sacred, Holy Place) nothing but good can be in your experience at that moment in time. When you are a vibration of Peace - Love - Compassion, that is all that you will see and know. Easy, huh?"

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Carolyn's H.O.W.G. - Star Date October 10, '06

From Bitter to Better - But Please Not Butter

Once, when I was young, I spent the night with my Grandmother and she had to get me off to school the next morning. My Grandmother was my second Mama and I adored her. She was sweet and giving; a tiny little thing that today would come up to my shoulders. (You laugh - knowing how short I am?)

Grandmother had been raised in an orphanage and did not have adequate food while young. (It was long ago.) So, for her, the greatest gift she could give to people was good things to eat. She was a fabulous cook. (So was my Mom; so was my sister; so am I. It runs in the family.) :o)

Bless her sweet, loving heart. She wanted to make for me a special lunch to take to school; a home-made blackberry jam sandwich. At the thought, my "eyes brightened" (as did those of Biblical Jonathan - I Sam. 14:27) and I trotted happily to school. At lunch time, I eagerly opened my sandwich - and my heart fell. There, smeared on the bread with the jam, was a generous portion of butter! (I hated butter.) So, I didn't eat lunch.

Even as a child, I was sensitive to the feelings of others. I knew my grandmother was not allowed butter in the orphanage; knew that she still thought of it as a special treat; knew that she offered it to me out of great love. So, I thanked her sweetly and accepted her gift graciously - and never told her I disliked butter. (I guess she knows now - if she is aware of the earth realm, wherever she is.)

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