Sunday, October 07, 2012

Did I mention Giraffes?!


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  1. Guest = listener

    Hey all! Any buddy home?
    We are enroute home from Rogers's calling hours. Very glad we went. I never knew that his sister worked at UNH when I did (in the years b.c.) and in the same department!

    As we knelt for prayers at the casket (he was Catholic), I felt a powerful feeling of =WOW!= as if he were conveying either "where I am now is AMAZING or "You drove four hours to be here?! Thanks!!!". Maybe both.

    It's not the first time something like that has happened to me, but it's always unexpected.

    And all day long, Howard Dean was still first!

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    1. Make that: Roger's.

      I'm using Mah*Sweetie's iPhone because I used mine up on photos! ha! And the camera still sits ready on our dining table.

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  2. I had firsties this a.m. but lost my line before it posted, and haven't been able to get back on, all day! The house is a bit cleaner than it otherwise would have been, and I got more sleep than I need. Hope it HOLDS for a while!! Early memories of being Mormon

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    1. Don't know how that last line got in there. It was something I wrote for my kids, lol!

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  3. listener, your sense struck something in me, so went looking, and got it on first google, lol!

    Steve Jobs' last words were"Oh, Wow; Oh, Wow; Oh, Wow". . . .

    Which meshes with a friend's father (a minister his whole life): "It's so beautiful." She said he seemed a little frustrated that he couldn't explain better. . . .

    It also meshes with the testimony of the aid who was with my mother during her final heart attack: She had the widest, most happy grin the girl had ever seen.

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    1. Ah, thanks puddle. ♥

      When my aunt who was a spunky little (4ft, 10" tall) nun died, we attended the special service the nuns offer for one of their own on the evening before her funeral and burial. First cane the calling hours, and as I knelt by her casket I felt flooded with light and, oddly I thought, a strong sense that she was concerned about me! When we got home the next day I found a message from my doctor telling me I was anemic...!
      Also, when I was a chaplain intern at the medical center, a man I had been visiting died while I was not there. His had been a long, slow, difficult death from lung cancer. I hoped he hadn't been alone or at least was finally at peace. Some time later I happened to speak with a nurse who was a volunteer chaplain, who told me that he was alone when he died, as it was quick...she had hurried from the chaplain call room, but he had just died. She then stayed with his body for 45 minutes until his family arrived. She described a great sense of peace and even a happiness that made her feel sure that he was glad to be our of his body. And she had not known of his fears and struggles, but she spoke too specifically for it to be a lark.
      There is more in heaven and earth than is dreamt of in our ologies! :-)

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  4. At home and unlaxing; plan to go to bed early.

    I see that Hugo Chavez has been re-elected. "Interesting" that the MSM here seem never to mention the fact that he is the first non-white president of Venezuela, and that his primary opposition is the pretty much lily-white and long time very privileged ruling class. Odd that they also never seem to mention US government involvement in those folks' attempted coup… The mainstreamers also cry over the Venezuelan government's refusal to renew the broadcast license of one of the big right-wing TV companies, conveniently ignoring the fact that their involvement in the attempted coup would definitely be considered sedition and result in very long federal prison sentences if it took place in the US.

    And here's an interesting story about what appears to be a nice little bit of medieval fun:

    The Rosslyn Code [click]

    --Alan

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