The first time I heard it said that we can only see in others what we have within ourselves was in Debbie Ford’s book, “The Dark Side of the Light Chasers.” I took a few minutes to reflect on people who I had allowed to get under my skin; to push my buttons. As much as I didn’t want to accept what I had just read as truth, I saw that she knew exactly what she was talking about.

I always have things/blogs rolling around in my head and since we are not fully telepathic yet and I have to actually sit down and type them, only some eventually materialize.

Years ago while reading on a forum about psychic abilities and all that that would include, the title of a thread caught my eye. It was, “Do You Have Childhood Memories of Flying?” I thought it was a joke and being one who enjoys the way we, on this path can very easily laugh at ourselves, I clicked ready to enjoy the hilarious punch line.

While Ascension and Christ Consciousness are states of being rather than destinations, many still believe that they are places somewhere, anywhere but here. Yesterday, just outside of my front door, I was able to step into both I believe while being so aware that I was “not in Kansas anymore.” I was feeling it all while at the same time, somehow watching it. How great is that?

With the many stories being shared lately about having “ascended” my mind’s been working a bit of overtime. Okay, my mind actually works “overtime” pretty much daily, so maybe lately it’s working for “time and a half.”

I hug and kiss whoever "invented" Google that's for sure. Remember the Olden Days when we wanted to research anything we had to make that plan to hit the library? Wow. So "Stone Age" huh? May as well stop by the nearest Dino (get it...diner...dino? ha) and order up a slab of the Fred Flinstone Special (Brontosaurus ribs, with a side of fries) on the way home right?

As I was walking the dog for the second time yesterday later than usual just for the "Heaven" of it, I was enjoying how clear the night sky was. The day’s chemtrails had blown off to some other city or fallen to the ground by that time. Who knows, but the stars were really out.

I don't remember when it started, but for the longest time I keep "typo'ing" the word good with god. Just did it for the gazillion and seventh time in a comment on someone else's share of a great video. I said, "Thanks. That really felt god" and decided to go back not to add the other "o" once again, but instead as I do at times, to capitalize the G.

I think at some point, most of us have wondered not only what it means to forgive, but also how on earth to do it. We went through the stage of hanging onto our anger believing to forgive meant we were saying that whatever it was that happened was “okay.” Honoring ourselves, we then refused to ever forgive as it would never be “okay.”

First I want to say how wonderful it is to be inspired by the writings of others. It’s those who share with honesty and from the heart that not only inspires us to do the same, but also helps us to heal. So many wish they could “channel” or “heal” and may even wonder what they have to contribute to the Ascension process, when at times it’s as easy as sharing where you Are.