A pointless posting...

It's the last Sunday in January, and it's been a beautiful day. The cats let me sleep in until 7:30, had a lazy morning, running to the shop before anyone to collect some paperwork I have to complete before a meeting with the Bank. Spent a couple hours with my friend Jeff. And the crown jewel of the day, Sound Bath Mediation at Down the Rabbit Hole in Kenosha.

What a glorious thing, live performance meditation. I'm happy that I can stop myself from falling asleep, even though I came pretty close today. I had these really odd sensations that I hadn't felt before, it felt like my head was being held under cold water, my arms and legs went all tingly. Reflecting back on it, I wonder if I was tapping into the end of a previous life where I was drown, possibly for being a witch?

As I've mentioned, tomorrow is the meeting with the new Financial Adviser, who just so happens to be the VP of Investments. I had had enough of the one that I was originally given. MP was condescending and didn't have my best interests in mind. One of the first visits I had with him, he told me to get a real job...like owning my own business isn't a real job...what's up with that? Our relationship didn't get any better and came to a head over the Holiday season when both he and his boss let me drop through the cracks. I walked in and spoke with the lady that helped me acquire the money to purchase Bella Beads, and told her my story. As my story unfolded, she appeared to be slapped with each astonishing statement of my tale. She's the one who said MP was condescending and young...29. I'm sorry but 29 is old enough to know that you don't speak to people like that. I don't care how smart you are. The main point in this is it is MY money not his or the banks. So tomorrow we shall see what transpires.

In the meantime, I've been able to purchase more findings for the store. For those that don't know what findings are, Findings is the collective name for the (usually) metal parts that hold your jewelry together. There are plenty of stores that sell beads, but not many specialize in findings, which is what I always wanted to do.

I've also added some New Age sessions to the monthly calender, a live Gong Meditation, and a Second Sight Saturday for those looking for some life advice.

With all this going on, is it any wonder that I don't have much time to do anything, and yet I still try and find time to knit a few rows and read 5 pages of a book before I fall asleep.

So what's the point of this post...none. Just trying to get into the habit of writing, since I've been told I'm supposed to write a book...

'A rose by any other name...'

A friend of mine, whom I have not spoke to in quite a number of years, said to me that I had changed. We both laughed that nervous yet amused laugh, and I asked, 'Is that a good thing?' To which they responded with,"Yes, yes of course! You've become much more spiritual. How did you do that?' Again, we laughed the nervous laugh, and I became silent. How did I do that? I thought. They was gracious, and said I didn't have to answer, and I tried to respond; something about being Excommunicated from the Catholic Church, and wanting to find something I could believe in, and how I'm still searching.

Now I'm reflecting upon the question, and I find I don't know the answer. I guess I'm driven to find some thing that I can hang my faith on. I am a Christian, but I am more then that, I believe there are other Master Teachers, such as; Buddah, Quan Yin, and Shiva to name a few. Then there's the host of teachers from Meso America, Incan, Mayan, Middle Eastern and African, names I do not know, but know they exsisted. In my heart I truly believe God sent at least one Great Teacher to every civilization, whether we chose to admit that or not is another matter.

It's this first musing point that I feel Christianity falls down, leaving me almost embaressed to call myself Christain. In my opinion (and we all know about opinions!), Christianity has the audacity to believe, that if you don't use the right words, there is no way you're going to Heaven.

Is it not just a tiny weeny bit possible that we are bickering over a name, God? One day I had the epiphany that God is God, always has been, always will be. Perhaps people choose the name they liked best for their use. Wouldn't that be much like Shakespear's saying, " A rose by any other name, would smell just as sweet." God by any other name, would still be God?

This whole name concept is one of the things that had me looking at religion, and why I have issues with man-made religion ('man' being the operative word here). As far as I am aware, in most 'western' religions, only the word 'God' is acceptable, and a few other names that derive from related religions, such as; Yahweh or Elohim, and perhaps Allah, but he's Arab... If you look up 'Names of God' in Wikipedia, you receive quite the discourse. Yet I still maintain, it's just a name for the same Being (for lack of a better word).

Here is where religions go off track for me. A large number of them teach compassion and understanding, and yet if you chose the wrong name/word for your God, they'll fight you to the death...What's up with that? Where did that gentleness go? I just don't get it, do you?

Blessings to you.