Tuesday, October 26, 2010
BUT IT WAS ONLY A CAT-Dedicated to Precious Lilly and Fiona In England
Dear Readers,
I would like to introduce a very moving poem by a wonderful
gal named.....
Sharon King-Booker, aka Catnip. ~ Love RubyNorma *o*
I would like to introduce a very moving poem by a wonderful
gal named.....
Sharon King-Booker, aka Catnip. ~ Love RubyNorma *o*
Photo of Black and white kittie on desk is courtesy of my spiritual pen-pal friend in England, Fiona Simpson, who just lost Precious Lilly. May Merciful God nurture you Lilly, until we all meet in Rainbow *o* RIP our beloved girl purrrrrrson! Here's your favorite flower that grows in Fiona's English garden, that you graced with your playfulness.
"BUT IT WAS ONLY A CAT," SOME PEOPLE SAY
WHEN YOU TELL THEM YOUR BEST FRIEND JUST PASSED AWAY.
"BUT IT WAS ONLY A CAT, SO WHY ALL THE TEARS?"
BECAUSE THEY WEREN'T THERE FOR ALL OF THE YEARS
WHEN THROUGH SADNESS AND GLADNESS SHE WAS ALWAYS THERE,
SHARING MY DESK, MY BED AND MY CHAIR.
SHE WAS ALWAYS A KITTEN, EAGER TO PLAY,
KEEPING THE GLITTER BALLS AND FUR MICE AT BAY.
SHE WAS ALWAYS A HUNTRESS, PROWLING THE HALLS,
STALKING THE SHADOWS SHE SAW ON THE WALLS.
YES, ANY WHO KNEW HER WOULD NEVER SAY THAT
MY BELOVED OLD FRIEND WAS ONLY A CAT.
IN LOVING MEMORY OF TWITCHIT, JUNE, 1986, NOVEMBER, 2004.
Sharon works with The Animal League of Green Valley, a no-kill shelter for both cats and dogs and the Paws Patrol, a TNR organization with several feral colonies from Sahuarita to Rio Rico in Southern AZ. She is a member of the Cat Writers Association and does weekly
"Mew Interpretations" for her local Green Valley News.
"BUT IT WAS ONLY A CAT," SOME PEOPLE SAY
WHEN YOU TELL THEM YOUR BEST FRIEND JUST PASSED AWAY.
"BUT IT WAS ONLY A CAT, SO WHY ALL THE TEARS?"
BECAUSE THEY WEREN'T THERE FOR ALL OF THE YEARS
WHEN THROUGH SADNESS AND GLADNESS SHE WAS ALWAYS THERE,
SHARING MY DESK, MY BED AND MY CHAIR.
SHE WAS ALWAYS A KITTEN, EAGER TO PLAY,
KEEPING THE GLITTER BALLS AND FUR MICE AT BAY.
SHE WAS ALWAYS A HUNTRESS, PROWLING THE HALLS,
STALKING THE SHADOWS SHE SAW ON THE WALLS.
YES, ANY WHO KNEW HER WOULD NEVER SAY THAT
MY BELOVED OLD FRIEND WAS ONLY A CAT.
IN LOVING MEMORY OF TWITCHIT, JUNE, 1986, NOVEMBER, 2004.
Sharon works with The Animal League of Green Valley, a no-kill shelter for both cats and dogs and the Paws Patrol, a TNR organization with several feral colonies from Sahuarita to Rio Rico in Southern AZ. She is a member of the Cat Writers Association and does weekly
"Mew Interpretations" for her local Green Valley News.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Economic Quote Wrongly Attributed to Abe Lincoln
Sorry, Lincoln did not pen those words....
http://www.snopes.com/quotes/lincoln/prosperity.asp
I still wish I could have known him. ~ Ruby *o*
You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot lift the wage earner up by pulling the wage payer down. You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred. You cannot build character and courage by taking away people's initiative and independence. You cannot help people permanently by doing for them, what they could and should do for themselves.
... Abraham Lincoln
http://www.snopes.com/quotes/lincoln/prosperity.asp
I still wish I could have known him. ~ Ruby *o*
You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot lift the wage earner up by pulling the wage payer down. You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred. You cannot build character and courage by taking away people's initiative and independence. You cannot help people permanently by doing for them, what they could and should do for themselves.
... Abraham Lincoln
Monday, October 18, 2010
Once Upon A Time When I was Clinically Dead
Once Upon A Time When I was Clinically Dead
By Dr. RubyNorma Yanez,Ch.t
Clinical death with the surrounding Near Death Memories, light up a researcher’s mind. I am such a soul. Of the four NDR’s (Near Death Experiences), I have total recall of three. I was completely mentally conscious, even though the doctors claim I was dead. Amazing? Not to me. This is normal. I wish people would stop for a moment to realize that it is a real phenomenon.
Absolutely no one leaves our Earthly Plane alive, or in body. The mind, consciousness, soul, or whatever your cultural training wants to name it, lives on after the physical body ceases to pulse. Anyone who has had such an experience and recalls the other side, will tell you that it is beyond their understanding. This certainly is beyond mine. Yet, I remember where I was taken, who/what I communicated with through words of telepathy, and the instructions I was given. I even recall fighting not to come back into my battered body because I did not want the suffering that caused me to die in the first place.
In one experience, we even joked on the other side that I asked too many questions. They said I wasn’t ready for the answers. And so, reluctantly, and arguing vigorously with my spirit guide angels, I was stuffed back down here.
When I came out of a seven day coma, the doctors were shocked to hear that I told them all they said while I was clinically dead in the Operating Room. YES…. I could still hear them speaking. I knew that a nurse became ill, puked, blew wind, and had to leave the OR. The doctor fell off his chair when I told him my memories. He did not believe in life after life or spiritual guiding angels. Nor did he have an NDR to know my inscrutable memories were even plausible. So then, how could he possibly judge me as hallucinating? If anyone who reads this excerpt from one of my books, wants to discuss further the reality I live with of knowing life continues after the body dies, please feel free to contact me. Blessed are those who have faith in themselves.
Love RubyNorma *o* amen
By Dr. RubyNorma Yanez,Ch.t
Clinical death with the surrounding Near Death Memories, light up a researcher’s mind. I am such a soul. Of the four NDR’s (Near Death Experiences), I have total recall of three. I was completely mentally conscious, even though the doctors claim I was dead. Amazing? Not to me. This is normal. I wish people would stop for a moment to realize that it is a real phenomenon.
Absolutely no one leaves our Earthly Plane alive, or in body. The mind, consciousness, soul, or whatever your cultural training wants to name it, lives on after the physical body ceases to pulse. Anyone who has had such an experience and recalls the other side, will tell you that it is beyond their understanding. This certainly is beyond mine. Yet, I remember where I was taken, who/what I communicated with through words of telepathy, and the instructions I was given. I even recall fighting not to come back into my battered body because I did not want the suffering that caused me to die in the first place.
In one experience, we even joked on the other side that I asked too many questions. They said I wasn’t ready for the answers. And so, reluctantly, and arguing vigorously with my spirit guide angels, I was stuffed back down here.
When I came out of a seven day coma, the doctors were shocked to hear that I told them all they said while I was clinically dead in the Operating Room. YES…. I could still hear them speaking. I knew that a nurse became ill, puked, blew wind, and had to leave the OR. The doctor fell off his chair when I told him my memories. He did not believe in life after life or spiritual guiding angels. Nor did he have an NDR to know my inscrutable memories were even plausible. So then, how could he possibly judge me as hallucinating? If anyone who reads this excerpt from one of my books, wants to discuss further the reality I live with of knowing life continues after the body dies, please feel free to contact me. Blessed are those who have faith in themselves.
Love RubyNorma *o* amen
Monday, October 11, 2010
Youth Afflicted
Dedicated to the young people I love…. and the not so young people I love. Ruby *o*
A few days ago I was speaking to loved ones. We were joking and animated using a wonderful techno invention called Skype. The youngest speaker made a loving comment about the Middle-aged speaker being “an old man.” I came back with the line that she was “YOUTH AFFLICTED!” Although we joked, there was plausible truth attached. It set me to ponder what it really meant to me to be physically young, and then to gradually age until… now I may be the world’s oldest human. Well at least on some days I am, when the bones, connective tissues, and creaking joints start to cuss’ n’ groan.”
I do ‘not’ believe youth is wasted on the young. I do believe that the young should never have to know an aging body that becomes diseased and hurts. Thank God my average, but always challenged by my pursuit of forever-education memory, is still holding up very well. When physically young, until my mid-thirties, I was a professional MAMBO dancer. Even then if the jobs (gigs) were doubles in a twenty-four hour span, I ached from sheer exhaustion. YET…. I could set up a professional stage wearing my full-length handmade beaded gowns and sneakers, and then break it down after our gigs were completed. Afterward, we had to pack up the car(s) with heavy instruments and electronic equipment. This comes after a full night’s entertaining labours, rush home to grab some sleep before doing my day job, cooking, and whatever else of the mundane had to be completed. YES, we really worked much too hard.
Being the only female in our orchesta, the guys joked that I was like a Silver-backed Gorilla.
Today if I tried doing all that, you would be visiting me in Rainbow through a psychic medium. ;-) All jokes and sarcasms aside, it is wonderful to be physically young and in excellent health. I cherish every moment of that endurance testing work. Enjoy your youth. Then, if your personal God allows, enjoy your golden years too. At best, life down here is very very short.
A few days ago I was speaking to loved ones. We were joking and animated using a wonderful techno invention called Skype. The youngest speaker made a loving comment about the Middle-aged speaker being “an old man.” I came back with the line that she was “YOUTH AFFLICTED!” Although we joked, there was plausible truth attached. It set me to ponder what it really meant to me to be physically young, and then to gradually age until… now I may be the world’s oldest human. Well at least on some days I am, when the bones, connective tissues, and creaking joints start to cuss’ n’ groan.”
I do ‘not’ believe youth is wasted on the young. I do believe that the young should never have to know an aging body that becomes diseased and hurts. Thank God my average, but always challenged by my pursuit of forever-education memory, is still holding up very well. When physically young, until my mid-thirties, I was a professional MAMBO dancer. Even then if the jobs (gigs) were doubles in a twenty-four hour span, I ached from sheer exhaustion. YET…. I could set up a professional stage wearing my full-length handmade beaded gowns and sneakers, and then break it down after our gigs were completed. Afterward, we had to pack up the car(s) with heavy instruments and electronic equipment. This comes after a full night’s entertaining labours, rush home to grab some sleep before doing my day job, cooking, and whatever else of the mundane had to be completed. YES, we really worked much too hard.
Being the only female in our orchesta, the guys joked that I was like a Silver-backed Gorilla.
Today if I tried doing all that, you would be visiting me in Rainbow through a psychic medium. ;-) All jokes and sarcasms aside, it is wonderful to be physically young and in excellent health. I cherish every moment of that endurance testing work. Enjoy your youth. Then, if your personal God allows, enjoy your golden years too. At best, life down here is very very short.
Comment: Betty wrote: = In answer to my 4 year old great-grandnephew's question as to why I have a mushy face, I told him that when he is 76 he can be lucky enough to have that too. I also showed him how heavy my eyelids could get and that they close like a door when I am sleepy and that he will be able to do that when he is 76. I wanted him to know that there are perks to getting older. They love when I tell them about my youth when we lived in caves and my dad had to go hunting for food while I stayed at home with my mom and watched her washing the rocks, one by one, by hand, because there were no washing machines or dryers in the Stone Age.
