Womb with a view.

Fiona and McHenry are recovering from their surgeries, although his was much more traumatic, involving opening him up and unwrapping things and pulling other things out to find the undescended organ behind his kidney. Both found the whole thing such a downer, that, being the highly-bred, sensitive beings they are, their immune systems were compromised and they had a relapse of their herpes virus and became congested within 15 minutes of coming home. They had also lost their voices from the trachea tubes. They are such troopers and happy to be home anyway, and after a couple days of low-keyed lounging, they are back to exploring this strange new planet and the stranger alien who opens the cans. Fiona burst into full-throated song this morning to complain that it wasn't fair that she couldn't come into the shower with me. So peaceful showers were short-lived.

It was difficult while they were gone, since it was their first overnight stay away from me, and hopefully the last, or if not, for a very long time. But we were in touch all the time as well. We have actually been communicating since they were in their mother's womb. The owner had let me know that Pandora (aka Pandora's Box) was with childs, and almost immediately I found myself in psychic contact with the litter. After they were born, I went to visit them when they were one month old — with the idea that I could pick whoever I wanted to bring home when a little older. To me, they all looked alike, and it was obvious that I would never be able to make any kind of rational decision. However, F. & McH. almost immediately separated themselves from the others, who went back to their mother, and came over to me and stared into my eyes with complete recognition of who I was. We were already bonded, and they were just acknowledging this bond. We now can communicate at all times if we want to.

I was thinking about this and other things, including Tim - who's been "away" on his own explorative excursions to distant dimensions. Although our ability to communicate mind-to-mind diminishes and then vanishes because of the vast, incalculable space between us, we can still feel each other; love has no boundaries, knows no distance. Our communication is a song without words.

Tim is on his way back now and close enough so that our minds are more able to discern one another, but still only a little bit through a great deal of static. He picked up on my musings about the kittens, and shared that he can relate to this. From his current point of view, I'm in a womb now, slowly developing toward my own eventual birthing into a new life, where I'll be reunited with him in a very different place, a very new world. In some ways I'll be very much an infant; in other ways, I'll be very familiar from my many astral forays there and time spent with him- most of which are outside my memory, i.e., psychospiritual amnesia, as detailed in The Risen. I wonder if I'll recognize him? (just joking)

So many on Earth fear "death" and traumatize themselves by ever-deepening fears about a day for which I can barely wait. The Risen celebrate this event as a birthday. The concept and even the word death are each a misunderstanding and a misnomer. There really ought to be no such word in our language. It was invented by the ego-mind to keep us trapped within the illusion of a world that doesn't exist, except in the ego-mind. The need is to finally achieve the realization, which we usually come to by feeling, that what the self believes and what it perceives is not Who We Are.

So many on Earth fear "death" and traumatize themselves by ever-deepening fears about a day for which I can barely wait. The Risen celebrate this event as a birthday. The concept and even the word death are each a misunderstanding and a misnomer. How simple it is to realize that there is no such thing as death — there is only transition. What keeps us from making this realization fully, and without fear? The simulate self, of course. The key is to deal with the feeling of fear, and change it to a feeling of excitment. Both are the same core feeling, but one is negative, the other, positive.

How simple it is to realize that there is no such thing as death — there is only transition. The ego doesn't like change, which we misinterpret by believing we don't like change. How can we en-joy change, when we use our energy to avoid it at all costs? What keeps us from making this realization fully, and without fear? The simulate self, of course. The key is to deal with the feeling of fear, and change it to a feeling of excitement. Both are the same core feeling, but one is negative, the other, positive. What changes the feeling, intially, are our thoughts. Change the thought to change the feeling. This means that one must become more self-examined in order to hear the thoughts and to identify the voice and its origin. A main thing to remember is that any negative thought is not from our Self.