Manifesting Parsley

The soft, seductive scent of Wild Rose is everywhere...

I'm not a physicist. In fact, it is a subject I have forever thought I had little interest in whatsoever. But recently, I'm once again reading about parallel universes and guess what? Now I really wish I had a physics background in order to understand what I am reading and experiencing...

But my wish for that kind of background will not happen, now. And since my interest in why and how the string theory works is not huge, I guess it doesn't matter at all. What matters is how quantum physics affects me...and so I feel all I am required to do is enjoy in absolute wonder the remarkable incidents which are happening more and more.

I gave up counting the Buds on this Rose!

As an example, the other day I was searching for Parsley bedding plants. I attempted to grow these from Seed, and did have some very weak Seedlings growing in the greenhouse. I use a lot of Parsley; being impatient, I wanted to have plants ready for use in as short a time as possible.


It is late in the season; most nurseries here have little in the way of Herbs or Vegetables left. I went to a department store which has a seasonal nursery. As I'd suspected, there was a section with some very sad looking Vegetables and Herbs...plants which should have been transplanted into the warm, deep, loving Earth a long time ago.


But there was no Parsley anywhere.

The Purple Crabapple Tree also has an unbelievable amount of blossoms!

I asked the clerk in attendance whether they had any Parsley left. She said no, they'd had other people asking for it, and perhaps the next shipment would have a few plants. But there was none in the store at the moment.


Hmmm. But being in the nursery meant that I had to take a bit of time to check things out and besides, I needed some Bark mulch.

I can never just go into a nursery and turn around and leave...who can?


I felt that funny, familiar feeling I have in my gut, where my intuition lies, as I wandered the store. It told me to go back to the Vegetable aisle...perhaps I had missed something? 

I ignored it for quite a time. I told myself not to obsess, not to be silly, not to expect a thing when I've been told over and over it isn't there...

The view from our deck, far above the Field, in the Trees...

Just before I went to the check-out to pay for my mulch, I gave in. Alright, said I to myself, okay, I'll go one more time to where the Vegetables are situated.


For whatever reason, I get annoyed when that 'voice' kicks in. By now, I know something is going to happen I have no explanation for, no control over...

I walked down the aisle. I could feel what I call my intuition almost giggling with anticipation. Is this not the strangest thing?


And there, sitting right beside the Rosemary plants which I had searched through just a while ago, was a six-pack of the most gorgeous Parsley plants anyone could ever want. Just one six-pack, beautiful and lush and glowing.


I laughed. What else could I do? That six-pack wasn't there earlier. I had searched this whole area really well.

I awaken to the scent of the Wild Rose each morning...

It was early in the morning...there were no other customers about. I thought perhaps someone had returned this one six-pack, while I was perusing the aisles in the store.


No matter...I was happy to see it there. 

I took the Parsley and the mulch to the cashier, the same lady whom I'd asked earlier about the Seedlings.


She looked askance at the Parsley. She said...Where did this come from? After you asked for it, I went and looked for it myself. There was no Parsley there...


I told her I had no idea, that there wasn't any Parsley there when I searched earlier either.

Marguerite showing her cheerful, loving faces.

We discussed the oddity of the whole thing for a time and then she said...Maybe you walked into an alternate Universe, one where there is really great Parsley, and by wanting it, you manifested it in your reality...

And she went on to explain, in very convoluted language, how this could occur.


I understood little of it. I went home and researched, finding myself going deeply down the rabbit hole, finding myself completely confused. I asked Graham, who explained it again. While he was talking, it made sense...as soon as he left, none of it did.

I've decided it doesn't matter. As I've stated before, my mind doesn't wrap itself around scientific matters, especially not something as difficult to comprehend as Quantum Physics.

The scent of Wild Roses will remind me forever of the very beginning of  School Summer holidays.

The Parsley wasn't there...and then it was.


It's only one example of manifestation...it is very much the same as entering a full parking lot, knowing I will find a space, even when the sign states there is none. Or searching high and low for a utensil, only to find it in its proper space a short time after. Or having someone call whom I've only just thought about. Or knowing that around the next aisle will be the person who has just popped into my mind...


I take all these examples in my stride, smiling to myself when they happen, happy with my small miracles.

I couldn't capture the other-worldly blue of the Flax, dotted here and there all over the property.

If I was a physicist, I would feel impelled to find a reasonable, logical explanation for these events...

As it is, all I am required to do is believe.

Little Man

It's that time of year again. After a long period of time spent indoors, bringing in all kinds of different energy I've picked up each time I leave our house, I feel the need to cleanse and clear. It is rather intuitive. I can go for long stretches of time without cleansing our home of energy I don't  want...and then one day it will become all too obvious that a cleansing is required.

But not all energy will be disbursed.

Yesterday, watching the Winter Olympics on television, I glanced over to the side...and there was a figure sitting on my coffee table. Now, people rarely sit on the table, and I frowned a little when I 'saw' him.


I knew he wasn't physically there. I was alone in the house. Not even our two Dogs were inside...they had each just been given a very juicy bone and were outside, enjoying their chew.  I looked away from the figure, shaking my head and raising my eyebrows.


Long time readers will know I sometimes see energy manifestations of beings who have long left this plane of existence. At least, I believe they have. I might be a little startled when they appear, but I rarely become frightened or annoyed...there's not much I can do about the appearances, after all.


On this particular day I had promised myself after certain chores were done, I would enjoy a cup of Tea and watch a bit of the Games. And after I had tidied up, this is exactly what I did.

When I watch the Games, it is usually in an excited, breathless manner. I experience each event, it strikes me, as if I were the competitor. So there was certainly heightened tension and anxiety present.


And that was when, in the peripheral part of my sight, I saw the little man.


Dressed in a plaid flannel shirt, he sat on the edge of the table, with clasped hands in his lap, and smiled at me. This particular figure has visited quite often; there is only a smidgen of startled response on my part when he appears now.


I looked away, half-hoping he would disappear as quickly as he had appeared. But I couldn't help glancing back...and there he was, still. Still sitting quietly, still looking at me with a twinkle in his eye and a crooked smile on his round, creased face, grey crinkly-curly hair forming a halo.


I could only see him if I looked sideways.  If I looked at the space where his energy signature was straight on, I couldn't see him, although I felt him. It's a strange, rather disturbing thing...I find it difficult to describe. It was rather like a hologram, I think, though I don't know much about them.

I was comfortable, huddled there on the couch with my cup of Tea. I did not want to get up or be disturbed by an entity who insists on visiting at times of comfort such as this. The last time I saw him before this day was when I stood in the warm Sun rays on the deck; he came around the corner of the house, again with that confounded smile, directly towards me, walking slightly bent over and with a limp.


At the time, he completely ruined my peace of mind, my quiet, my wanting to just be there in those warm, sunny rays streaming from the glass doors. I turned and entered the house, knowing even as I did so his figure had disappeared.


I was not quite comfortable enough with him, then, to have a conversation, if such a thing were possible. But I believe we are coming to a Time where contact using all the senses can occur with beings or manifestations from another plane...is this man a precursor?

It is getting to the point where I will feel able to ask his name the next time he appears, if I can get past the startled response. I don't know why I feel the need to have a name...it makes the whole scenario more real, perhaps.


He has appeared in dreams, actually...It suddenly comes to mind I do have the occasional dream about him. This is why he feels and looks so familiar. This makes me believe he is a guide, who has decided to manifest himself before me.


I have met my guides, during long, deep meditations. Some, during mundane hours, fade. Others stay quite brilliant. But at certain times, I will feel an upsurge of energy...a rapid coursing of breathtaking effervescence running through my body. And I recognize it completely...it is how I feel during conversations with my guides. Very uplifting.


I thought I had met them all. But the little man with the limp and the rim of curly greyish hair may be someone who has stayed out of my vision, until now.

Perhaps I will need his guidance in the near future. Perhaps I am to become familiar with him before I need him...


His is a reassuring presence...


And even if he interrupted a mogul event, and even as my Tea grew cold as I pondered his appearance, which only lasted a few moments...


Even if all those things are taken into account...


His is still a very welcome presence.

And not one to be disbursed.

Visualizing the Future

In my wanderings through the mists on the Internet, I came upon a site called MindMovies.com. It interested me for a bit; then I moved on.

But when I checked my email, I had received a message from someone who raved about these Mind Movies. Too much of a co-incidence for me! I downloaded their free movies, and have enjoyed watching them twice a day...on arising and just before bedtime.

The movies, six of them in all, are a series of photos set to music with affirmations, using the present tense. They are made with joy...one can tell easily...and so, it is a wonderful way to begin and end my day with these little mind movies.


I've been thinking about what I would want in my own personalized movie and have discovered it is not as easy as I thought it might be. When one has the option of being anywhere, anyhow, anyway one desires, when the floodgates of ideas open...well, suffice it to say, my personal movie will either be far too long, or it will need major editing...

Or perhaps, I will require two movies...one in which my only focus will be Mother Earth, and her people. Perhaps, if everyone played a Mind Movie twice a day regarding the health and well-being of the planet we live on, it might bring about desirable change that much more quickly.

One of my movies will be about our move back to the general area in which family resides. And if I'm going to dream, if I'm going to manifest, then I will manifest big...and hang the expense.



I'll show photos of homes by the sea. The favoured home will have a mature, settled feel about it, with fruit trees and vegetable gardens in place.  Out of the curved front window, from the living room, one can see a long, green space running down to the cliff, where stairs enable one to reach the surf...

The home is older...it has the creaks and groans associated with aged wood and nails coming loose over time. It is a small home, with just enough room for the two of us, our dogs and the odd grandchild or two who stays the night.


But for all its cosy feel, or perhaps because of it, the home has wonderful detailed wood-working within it. There are built-in bookcases, wainscoting and mouldings everywhere. Candlelight glows on a ledge within a stone fireplace, blackened in places from previous owners who built fires under the mistaken assumption the damper was open.


And the bathrooms...oh!the bathrooms! There is tile everywhere...wonderful, glazed tile from some warm, Mediterranean place. The shower is an aficionado's delight...with inset places for all the accoutrement's one requires to take a proper shower. And with a wonderful, rainy showerhead, one which takes the day's hits and blows, allowing them to flow down the drain with the softest of ease.


It is a big room, this bathroom. Since we own all the land within eyesight (or perhaps we live next to a park?) privacy is not an issue. And so, one wall is glass, with doors which open to the Sea.


Taking a shower next to Ocean's backdrop feels purely right!

Our home has a Forest rimming it...a deep, dark Forest, one which both my grandchildren love.  There are many trails running through it, each with its own delights, but all of them lead back to Nammy's house, and a warm hug.


The front of the home faces the Ocean. Our bedroom window also faces towards the breathing of the Sea...her heavy, angry, stormy breath and her soft, swishing, lapping kiss of the shore entwining themselves into the deepest part of me.


Throughout my movie, I will place pictures of people running, laughing and playing, exhibiting a joy for life. Those people are me...it's how I am and how I want to be, with reference to the running part.


My health will be perfect...I will no longer be required to take masses of pills.  I will show smiling, happy faces...health shining out of every pore.


I could go on.  It takes awhile to decide on how and what one wants to visualize and therefore manifest.  One wants to be sure.

Visualization works well for me, in meditation, but it doesn't fall so easily into place for others. Being able to "see" a dream makes it so much more real.


MindMovies made me think about where I'm going and where I want to be, something not often thought about by this going-with-the-flow fish.


Not a bad thing, at all!

Destiny and Dreams

I am beginning to feel like a character living in a distant, Wintry Forest, those which are depicted so well in the Grimm's Brother's fairy tales.

Or perhaps, the countryside in Russia shown in Dr. Zhivago is also descriptive of where I live. Parts of it were filmed in Canada, after all.


Do you remember the scene where Zhivago says goodbye to Lara?  Those fields through which the horse drawn wagon takes Lara...away from Dr. Zhivago...those fields are very reminiscent of the vast, snow blanketed land in the Cariboo.


I wept rivers...torrents of tears...during that scene.

As a very impressionable fourteen year old when Dr. Zhivago aired; as a child who read Grimm's tales, inhaling descriptions of the sometimes terrifying  landscape in each story...I pledged then, so many years ago, to live in a similar area.


I pledged, in my romantic adolescent mind, to one day live in a harsh climate, believing, in a very imaginative way, that this was the one of the ways I could face the demons of life.


I had forgotten my youthful pledge, but the Universe sent a message this morning.  Lara's Theme was running through my head, even before I opened my eyes.

This morning, the temperature read -24C. With a North West Wind, it was not long before the inside of my nose became rimmed with frost... Cold is cold, as Goatman's brother says, but I'm here to tell you whatever one thinks is cold...it can get much colder.


But with the words from Lara's theme by Paul Francis Webster..." Somewhere, my love, there will be songs to sing, although the Snow covers the hopes of Spring. Somewhere, a hill blossoms in green and gold, and there are dreams, all that your heart can hold..." racing through my mind, during the morning chores, I remembered my long ago pledge.


With a cup of coffee steaming in my hand, I looked out at the awesome, silent Snow-covered landscape. And I remembered the dreams I had, so many, of living in a place just like here, right where I am.  How amazing.


I already understand, deep in my gut, I am here, in the Cariboo, to lay my inner demons to rest.  There have been numerous messages telling me so; I have largely ignored them. I fill my time, instead, with renos and landscaping, needleworking (an old hobby, becoming new again), and any other thing I can find to hide from what my soul is trying to bring to the forefront.


There are no signs of Spring here; there are no hills blossoming in greens and golds as yet, but this doesn't mean they are not there. The longer I live here, the more I understand about trusting something I cannot, as yet, visualize. The seeds of healing myself are only beginning to germinate.

When the time is right, they will burst into bloom...


In the meantime, I am living where, from earliest memories, I have visualized myself to be. It is proof to me how powerful visualizations are...especially if they have been held close for a lifetime.


Quite suddenly, I find myself in the place of my dreams.  And just because the reality is somewhat different from adolescent imaginings, just because the cold is harsh and Winter is long, does not mean Spring will not arrive.

It does not mean hope is lost.


The Universe doesn't make mistakes. I am here to find some thing of which I am not aware, perhaps.



Patience...ahhh, that old Lady Patience...is the key.

Sitters

At the grand age of fifty-seven, I had no idea I would be trying to find and hire a sitter.

But instead of looking for someone to look after my child, I am looking for one who will stay with the dogs while we're away for awhile.

It's become a roaring business...this pet sitting. Pet walkers, pet sitters, pet runners...the list goes on and on, with merchants taking hold of the idea that pets can substitute for children and running with it, by opening huge centres for doggies daycare, pet foods and accoutrements.

And I am grateful for it...the people who do this work are angels, in my eyes, and quite possibly, in my dogs' eyes, as well.

There are kennels and then there are kennels. The boxed in dog, the one who is not allowed to socialize, the one who is not exercised...this dog is not a happy dog, no matter what kennel owners say to the owner who might call to see how their pet is faring.

And the dog carries memories...certain actions will trigger the dog's recollection of a time when he was left behind at a less than perfect kennel. Certainly not a spa, as I once thought of them.

I know, because this is what happened to Lucky.

He was thin as a rail, when he returned to us, after a month in an unknown, to us, kennel. Always a sensitive dog, his sensitivity had now become outright fear. He now trembled at the slightest thing. We had worked with him, over the years, calming him and teaching him that the World was not such a scary place. We succeeded, for the most part, notwithstanding Thunder and fireworks.

But, at the kennel, he tried to chew his way out. He chewed through a sheet of plywood. Lucky has never chewed anything, not even a juicy bone, for long. I feel he must have been beyond desperation.

It is amazing what lack of attention and exercise will do to a once perfectly mannered dog.

He is returning to us, our Lucky. The fearful look is leaving his eyes. Although he is not completely relaxed or peaceful for long these days, he is getting better...he is slowly forgetting. And opening his big heart to us once more.

So. I hired a pet sitter, and a very organized, loving lady she is. I could not bear the thought of Lucky, even with Nate along this time, being encased in a small enclosure, reminding him of a time which seemingly had no end...

Our sitter will sleep here, will exercise and feed...doing all the things a responsible dog owner does for their pets. She met both dogs yesterday; the instant they met her, they were in love. She gives massages, she knows all the spots a dog might have that needs a scratch, she knows about belly rubs.

Nate let me know, later, that I had done a good thing...and praise from old Natey is rare indeed.

Both dogs, you see, know we are planning a trip. They can tell. Especially after receiving a bath. And we talk about it between ourselves, talking about Graydon and Bree, the route to the Coast, the time in Vancouver. We bring out the suitcases. They read my mind...they see the pictures of the stores I plan to shop in, in their own minds.

And nowhere, in the visualizations they are receiving from me, are two dogs, a red and a black, included.

As the sitter and I took them out, both dogs behaved impeccably. Both marched down to the lower bench, side by side, did their business, sniffed a bit...but the instant I called, they marched back up to me, again side by side. As if they were putting on a show.

I've certainly never seen them do that.

I had told the sitter they were terrors, chasing any and all movement in the bush. About not coming to me, when they were called. A host of complaints, but those dogs were on to me. They behaved as if they were children who, mischievous at home, stay at a friend's place and become models for childhood.

I imagine she will have no difficulty with these two, since, just by her presence, just by the energy she was giving them, they behaved like they were trained to the hilt.

It's one of the few times I have seen a dog whisperer at work. And it is a wondrous thing.

After she left, Nate put his big head on my knee, and with eloquent eyes, told me this was the right thing to do, this time.

And I agreed. With gratefulness in my heart to the Powers-That-Be, those guides and guardians who look out for me and mine, and from whom I had asked for aid, I will look forward to the freedom this sitter gives us.

Isn't it amazing. When I remember to ask for help, the solution is found. And I've found I don't have to do much more than remember to ask, to pray for an answer...and then leave it in Spirit's hands, not worrying or thinking about it further.

Having total faith the problem will be solved. That's the ticket.

So, leaving the dogs in the best hands possible, I will enjoy all those visualizations I've had of greeting my family and shopping in choice stores.

All thanks to a sitter...and Spirit.