CAROLYN'S H.O.W.G.  #8 - SEPT. 8, '06_____________________

Carolyn's H.O.W.G. - Star Date Aug. 25, '06

Observe, but do not partake of today's earth energies.  They are just - - - toooo much!

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Carolyn's H.O.W.G. - Star Date Aug. 26, '06

I'm at the end of my first H.O.W.G. diary.  Will have to start another one tomorrow.

Was reading about Elijah and the 450 prophets of Baal; how the prophets of Baal would work themselves into a frenzy, slice themselves with knives until the blood flowed, and practice Sympathetic Magic.

When people speak of Magic, they often do not realize there are different types of it.  And differing people are adept at working it in differing ways.  Sympathetic Magic is practiced in tribal cultures; rain dances, dances of the hunt, the wearing of animal skins, eating of animal meat and organs, (lion-hearted)  (or chicken-livered).  :o)  The object is to imitate the thing desired, or invoke the vibratory presence thereof.

Ceremonial Magic has come down to us through church rituals:  Communion, Baptism, candles, chanting, music, sacred dance (processionals and recessionals), etc.; the invoking of sacred energies. 

And then today we have Entertainment Magic: crystals, gemstones, cards, crystal balls, reading of tea leaves, psychic readings, channeling, invoking spirits, ahhhh, "Gumbo-Ya-Ya."

Certainly nothing new about any of it.  It can be found all throughout the Bible. Was prevalent in the ancient cultures.  Today if we want to make it all sound mysterious, we label it "Ancient Wisdom."  (Doesn't mean that those who played with it were any more wise than anyone else - then, or now.)

A storm is brewing in the ocean. It's heading toward the Florida Keys.  Dare we practice a little magic at church tomorrow?  (It's probably O.K. if it comes through "The Church" - just not "this" church.)  :o)  Shall we all visualize a lighted candle and gently blow it out, knowing the Holy Spirit Breath is blowing away storm energies?  Hmmmmm.  I wonder.

Note:  We did - and It did.  At least away from the Gulf Coast.

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Carolyn's H.O.W.G. - Star Date August 28, '06

Missy and I watched the remake of "The Pink Panther" on D.V.D.  The bumbling detective, Cleusseau, was first brilliantly played by Peter Sellers; the second version was well-done by Steve Martin.

The way of the world.  We dust off the old tales and re-tell them with new nuances; new stars rise - old ones set.

What was really brought home to me at this re-telling was the character of the good inspector.  His ineptness was quite comic in a sweet-sort of way.

The "big boss" (played by Kevin Kline) was ambitious, and plotting to use Cleusseau to further his own glory.  Of course, this backfired in the end.  He was the one stripped of honor.  (Shades of Mordacai.)

At the end, Inspector Cleusseau, who only wanted to catch a killer, showed a streak of brilliance and solved the case.

In the operetta, "The Mikado," by Gilbert and Sullivan, there is a song that states:  "Let The Punishment Fit The Crime."  Life (Karma) delivered the punishment; the correction.  The self-seeker was demeaned - the one who sought to serve the people, the nation of France, was honored with a medal.

Such a lesson!  We need to realize this truth.  Jesus said that the law would be fulfilled unto every "Jot and Tittle." (Matt. 5:18)  Not necessarily broadcast over the news, but the circle does eventually complete itself and return; usually at an unexpected time in an unexpected way.  (Aghhh.  We have all been exposed to the "Jot and Tittle" virus) 

And then we so often cry to God, "Why did you do this to me?"  (I wonder why we never say that when a good thing returns?)

(And the Pink Panther music is still "funky.")  :o)

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Carolyn's H.O.W.G. Star Date August 29, '06

What a true little tale I just read:

            We have two minds with a common link,

            With one we sit, with one we think.

            Success depends on which we use,

            Heads we win - tails we lose.

                                             - Bertha Smith

Oooo, Bertha.  That's really telling it like it is.  :o)

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Carolyn's H.O.W.G.  - Star Date August 30, '06

You can't have This while you hold on to That!

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Carolyn's H.O.W.G. -  Star Date September 1, '06

"Once I was blind but now I see."  (John 9:25)  There are "miracles" in this age, too.  I had been myopic since a child; wore contact lenses for 30 years (later with reading glasses, too).  Had my second eye surgery yesterday with lens implant. Now I can see!  No glasses.  Just me - and God.  (Still need weak reading glasses for very small print.)  (Small concession to the past.)  What to do, what to do, with my several pairs of rose-colored glasses? (Three repaired - one still lost.)  Doctor said, throw/give them away.  So I did.

My extremely active imagination was readily engaged last night.  I was given an eye shield. For sleep; a metal "eye-patch" with many small holes (like a honeycomb).  (Shades of Johnny Depp).  I could see through it, but felt I was seeing the world, as does a housefly.

An old Ray Bradbury tale came to mind.  Later it was made into a movie (a couple of times) - "The Fly."  Basically, a man discovers the secret of teleportation (by machine) and demonstrates it.  But - there was a "fly in the ointment", or at least in the teleportation chamber. Thus the D.N.A. of the fly becomes intermingled with his.  He begins to develop attributes of a fly.

Unlike bringing forth the attributes of a super-hero (like Spiderman) he just becomes rather repulsive.  (How heartbreaking it is when we begin to show on the outside what we have become on the inside.)

Not a good place to put this sentence, but here goes.  :o) Now I think I know how a fly sees things.  It's a strange experience; a strange world.

Strange - but what a blessing it brings; to see without contact lenses or glasses.  No longer a need for rose-colored glasses (Can I bear the world straight-on?)

Now I can see "through a glass BRIGHTLY."  (1Corinthians 13:12)

Hello world!  Thank you God!

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

"If I be lifted up will draw all men (women) unto me."  (John 12:32)

God is in no hurry.  The wheels of God grind slowly, but exceeding fine.  We have eternity to awaken from mortal delusion.  And so, we evolve - slowly but surely.

I love the coffee cup I bought online from Spirit Painter:  A steer is being jolted from bed by a cow yelling, "ENLIGHTEN! ENLIGHTEN!"   And the steer says, "Why can't she just say "Wake Up" like everybody else?

Ah - Sacred Cows (and other bull!)     :o)

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Carolyn's H.O.W.G. - Star Date September 6, '06

"In the twinkling of an eye we shall all be changed."  (1 Corinthians 15:52)  So states Master Teacher of earthly morals, St. Paul.

So true that one never knows what the next breath may bring.

Does one, then, begin to write the next chapter in the Book of Life?  Or does one say, "No, I probably won't get to finish it.  Why should I bother?"

Schubert was writing a beautiful piece of music; it stopped abruptly - when he died, much like our lives on earth.  Later it was titled "The Unfinished Symphony."  (To me, his most beautiful music was his "Serenade;" the music of angels.)

Steve Irwin, the "Crocodile Hunter,” experienced just such an abrupt and unexpected termination of his physical existence.  But, he really lived - until the last second. 

English poet and artist, William Blake, was working feverishly on illustrating Dante's "Divine Comedy" when he expired.  He visited his widow "in spirit" for several years thereafter. They had lovely conversations; she continued to have his advice and opinion on many business matters.

Ah, me.  As Job laments, "Man that is born of woman is of few days and full of concerns."  (Job 14:1)

No, we shall not stop until our souls say, "Finis!" - "Enough."  And if our soul chooses to leave a work undone - then maybe it is for someone else to do; to build upon.

Every second that ticks on the clock we are writing our life's diary.  The Book of Life (Akashic Record) weaves our experiences together like the stories in a novel.  Our lives leave a connecting trail.  Each life experience is colorful, beautiful; in differing cultures, varied nationalities, assorted professions.  Each one embraces polishing a little more the gem of our soul.

So yes, one does begin to write the next chapter in the Book of Life.  Will it be the great-unfinished novel?  It always is.  Always.  More to do; more to be.  Another time - another place.

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