Friday, February 20, 2009



For all of us who have loved ones in Heavenly Rainbow, I am reprinting this beautiful essay by an unknown author. The photo is of our precious Sir Magick, now passed on into the hands of Eternal Nurture. I love you Sweet Magick. Thank you for the memories. Your Mom ~ aka Dr. Ruby Yanez *o*
As the midnight hour approaches on any holy-day, a tremendous celebration begins....... AUTHOR UNKNOWN
If you listen closely you will hear the exuberant sound of Bridge-kids preparing for the remarkable moment that comes many times a year.
Puppies romp through the tall green grass, chasing butterflies and rolling over and over until fits of giggles bring them to a tumbling stop. The volume increases as fluffy kittens, cats, tigers and lions purrrr in pure delight while the wings of snow white doves gently caress the air. The babbling brook that runs beneath The Rainbow Bridge overflows onto the edge of mossy banks and fins of treasured aquatic life quiver in anticipation of these most joyous event (s) . Nestled in the midst of this happy choir of Bridge-kids are the smallest angel tots staring in awe at the majestic holy-day tree adorned with flowing strands of angel hair. Effervescent, twinkling stars see-saw elegantly from the sky and land in glorious harmony upon the stoic limbs of Heaven's most perfect tree. Swaying to and fro in nearby rocking chairs are grandmothers, grandfathers, parents, aunts, uncles and loved ones. The sound of their whispered lullabies permeate the air as they sing to tiny angel babies resting quietly in their arms. Like magick, the clock approaches midnight and a great stirring is heard in the distance. Each Bridge-kid stops and listens, knowing the time is near, and they choose a fleecy cloud on which to snuggle. The roar of purrrrs drops to barely an audible hum, the babbling brook ripples hypnotically and the flutter of downy feathered wings fall silent. Heaven's spirited toddlers climb expectantly upon the laps of angels while babies coo in tranquil unison. Amidst the warm glow of candlelight, which rises from the earth below, the arms of the Eternal Bridge Keeper caress the heavens, and into the precious hands of each child and in front of each animal a holy ~sacred gift is placed. With grand exuberance the ribbons are removed and left to fly on a tender breeze where they dissolve into showers of angel diamond dust. As the golden lids of these heavenly gifts are raised, an amazing aura fills the sky, reaching down to the very core of the earth. Ascending from each and every box is the greatest gift of all. Unending, unconditional, all-encompassing love. This blessed love gently wraps itself around the cherished souls of heaven, warming their hearts with beacons of radiant light and bringing forth from angels an exquisite chorus. As the clock strikes midnight the distance between heaven and earth is vanished. It is at this very moment on all holy-days that the Bridge Keeper's children, angels and Bridge-kids send a message to their earthly loved ones on the wings of this unbridled love. Listening carefully with an open heart we will hear the familiar voice of our own angels whisper softly into our ear their Holy-Day message....
"Let me share with you this love of mine, always and forever. When you need me know that I am here. We are all here for you. I have not left you for I am in your heart where I belong. Our love is eternal, as is the brilliant glow of candlelight which illuminates the path ....
to the heavens and The Rainbow Bridge.
I wait patiently as do you for our inevitable and glorious reunion.
I love you, I love you, I love you." - Author unknown

Thursday, February 19, 2009


American Meltdown

I am going to print this reply on my blog, but not mention names..... It is a small portion of only one conversation with a trusted and highly intelligent lawyer friend of mine. We are both very concerned for our country and future generations who are to become horribly indebted for a long time to come.... Some of this is about California, but it will not stop there. State/City/Town employees are being axed all over the country now. And many are losing healthcare, pensions, and other things we used to take for granted in America. Especially hard hit are the older, downsized employees who cannot find employment in the land of the free and home of the brave.
Ruby wrote: = Dearest K....,
When I started my Norma's Ark Blog a few years ago, it was in place of seeing an over-priced mind/body doctor for what is going on in America.... and other issues. No one edits me and I have relative freedom to say what I genuinely feel.... up to a point. Blogging is a fabulous way to journal out "STUFF!!!" You can bet I will comment on your lawyer-blog-to-be. Part of what went wrong here is that the American voting SHEEPLE, had their heads in the ground instead of forcing our corrupted government/banks/big businesses into transparancy and ethical, moral business practices. This also happened while the Nazis took over Germany!

And then there's Iraq, and now Afghanistan, which may be another American work of bloody futility and costly, continued, historical mistakes. The pendulum swings back and forth throughout eternity. For now, it is still swinging towards negatives. This has been going on since the earliest known human writings. Humans have patterns and they follow them diligently. I was born at the onset of WW 2. My family = Grandma Minnie, Aunts Lillie and Ruth, and Uncles Lester and Abie when they were on military leave.... had to move in with us.... into a small apartment my parents rented in East Flatbush, Brooklyn, NY. There were no apartments, and all American energy went to the war effort. Trust me it was as crowded as when we discuss ten illegals in a one room apartment.
I remember lying in the crib and watching an army of people always so busy and talking. They banded together for mutual tribal familial survival. My Uncle Hy and Aunt Miriam moved into the apartment just under ours. America's memories of a very high standard of living relative to other countires.... are at best, quite brief in the scope of forever. Let's lighten up and I will send you some funnies. Much love to you in California. Yes, I know how serious it is for your 20,000 soon to be gone government workers. Yes, I know they are sending out vouchers in place of tax refunds. Yes, I know that an FDIC bank closed and you have lost a large sum the government is not paying back. So much for FDIC.
Love ~ Ruby *o* 0x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x0x
Comments: Anonymous said...
OMG and Holy Cow Dr. Yanez! This really hits home. I am losing my ridiculously over-priced California home because I lost my California job. I have four children, a dying wife, and my heart is broken. Anon in L.A.

Thursday, February 12, 2009


History Lesson - Author unknown to me

Author Unknown To Me....

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small Texas town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on. As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger...he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with Adventures, mysteries and comedies. If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind. Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.) Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity,for example, was not allowed in our home... Not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave. More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
His name?...... We just call him 'TV.' (Note: This should be required reading for every household in America !)
He has a wife now....
We call her 'Computer.
Comments = 'It seems to me that DUMBED DOWN Americans, generally speaking, have become a country of functional ZOMBIES, being led by their leashes. Television has wonderful points as well. It is also a venue to brainwash us into using poisoned drugs, sickening sweetners, spending what we do not and cannot afford, and viewing physical and emotional violence as a normal way of life.'
Anon Teacher in a public school somewhere in America

Friday, February 06, 2009



Hashem Mitzvah

This first sentence is powerful. Hashem determines who walks into your life... It is up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go of. Hashem, bless all my friends in whatever it is that YOU know they may be needing! And may their life be full of peace, prosperity, perfect health... ~ Amen

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