tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post3517934462479520170..comments2023-10-11T03:49:53.934-04:00Comments on The Gold Puppy: Why? - and other questionsReya Mellickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-79368366617308248162011-02-02T08:23:11.275-05:002011-02-02T08:23:11.275-05:00Pam I will DEFINITELY google the place of your nea...Pam I will DEFINITELY google the place of your near meet with destiny. Clearly you did not need to be hit twice by a train in order to be open. Wow. What crazy synchronicity! Amazing.Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-77536815107977492392011-02-02T06:10:02.857-05:002011-02-02T06:10:02.857-05:00Glad you are still with us Reya after that scarey ...Glad you are still with us Reya after that scarey experience with a train! Your post made me do a bit of research.<br />If you have a spare moment, and are interested perhaps you could google Bethany Barossa Valley where I nearly lost my life this time not 37, but 27 years ago at this time, at a rail crossing along Bethany Road. It's criminal how badly signposted it is out in that particular Australian countryside, no boom gates, and at the time no flashing lights. In one direction you can see for miles, in the other direction, trees and a bend hide an oncoming train from view. Perhaps the fact that I just made it over the line,(after checking a clear view for miles) before the train bore down from the bend,means I never will be as psychically open as you, but I'm not complaining! I believe the line is closed now.<br />Like Kerry said, surviving a train encounter is truly epic. If your not up for the search I won't blame you - could hardly do it myself!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-23371444055757496462011-02-01T23:22:41.724-05:002011-02-01T23:22:41.724-05:00What a beautiful poem. I always love it when you p...What a beautiful poem. I always love it when you post something like this. I must be mindful to "soften my edges;" that's good advice, always. Surviving a train wreck is truly epic and hard to fathom, but wow, I'm glad you came out of it and went down the path that you did. It seems meant-to-be.Kerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281288495129054688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-56795478712763075722011-02-01T21:51:05.453-05:002011-02-01T21:51:05.453-05:00Val, I WISH you could be there!
Meri I'll swi...Val, I WISH you could be there!<br /><br />Meri I'll swing by and see your poem tomorrow. Yay!!<br /><br />And Linda, it's so wonderful to have come to know you, especially through Facebook. Because of Barry and you, I feel like a part of your family. Thank you so much for all your wonderful thoughts and words. Tiny hearts!!Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-17612661331668706912011-02-01T21:38:30.382-05:002011-02-01T21:38:30.382-05:00just loving all your blog posts Reya - they massag...just loving all your blog posts Reya - they massage my brain. Can i come with you to Poland in your pocket?Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16060531713032236270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-83410054750935609342011-02-01T21:36:12.880-05:002011-02-01T21:36:12.880-05:00I love this glimpse into your interior life and yo...I love this glimpse into your interior life and your amazing journey. I posted a poem to honor Brigid, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out how to put it on the Facebook community page. I'm a Facebook wimp.Merihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07024443046207501650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-51192851183173742962011-02-01T21:32:40.928-05:002011-02-01T21:32:40.928-05:00Ah, the Brigid poem is your brothers'! It is a...Ah, the Brigid poem is your brothers'! It is a great poem and it so speaks to the unfolding of the journey about which you and Stephen struggle to find words. I am so sorry to hear about the trains. Huge Ouch! =(<br /><br />To me, you are a person who knows what people are all about down to their soul. You have a gift of insightfulness. I think of Steven angelically. It may be because of his peaceful, direct way of writing. <br /><br />I do not know how to say anything about your trip to Poland. I have read all of your recent blogs and I am at a loss for words. In my brain all the words sound trite and insignificant. I only hope the trip works out to be even a little bit of what you want it to be. <br /><br />My daughter married into a family of Polish people who had never been to Poland until Wally went there last fall. Wally's dad was born in a concentration camp. They came to Canada when the war ended. There was nothing left in Poland. <br /><br />You have a beautiful soul that shines outwardly Reya. Wishing you love, peace and joy.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03241402645242821612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-30032090732559595972011-02-01T19:33:03.522-05:002011-02-01T19:33:03.522-05:00Steven you know exactly what you are doing! We'...Steven you know exactly what you are doing! We're both after the same thing. Different strokes for different folks, eh?<br /><br />I still think you've been an angel in past lives. It's my story and I'm sticking with it.Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-42526062960093694142011-02-01T18:29:04.034-05:002011-02-01T18:29:04.034-05:00reya - thanks for thinking about my questions. the...reya - thanks for thinking about my questions. the existence of past lives is something that i've been aware of through readings and the work of friends and while i connect through that part of my knowing that is described by incarnation, i haven't identified my soul's purpose with the surface features of the existences it may have occupied. to be truthful, i worry that focussing on those surface details might muddy the path, even colour the work i'm intended for. <br />but ..... what do i know? 'cause i plain and simple don't know. <br />while i can see how knowing previous lives could help clarify the surface features of my present existence. it's the deep mapping i'm really drawn to. i'm very interested in moving beyond the murk of personality, neuroses, inclinations towards self-abuse, not being able to forgive myself, carrying the weight of histories and so on. i'm also very interested in accessing (among other things) the pure reality that expresses itself in redemption, goodness, and grace. i believe that this is best achieved by letting go of connection to the surface as an end in itself and seeing it as a beginning, a signpost, an indicator of the riches that lie below. <br />reya, it's thrilling that this sort of dialogue and the comments that are accruing to it can exist. i am a work in progress and ask for the understanding of all who might read this as i write these words in the trust that i am attempting to articulate something that truly . . . has no words. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-17456921740490670722011-02-01T18:17:27.489-05:002011-02-01T18:17:27.489-05:00yikes! rammed by a train - and twice! that defini...yikes! rammed by a train - and twice! that definitely could release a lot of energy and power if it doesn't kill one.<br /><br />tragedy and close brushes are amazing in what they can do for us when we let them .... <br /><br />namaste sweet beautiful reya.mouse (aka kimy)https://www.blogger.com/profile/09385557065971602436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-19835721023945772502011-02-01T18:01:04.961-05:002011-02-01T18:01:04.961-05:00Natalie! Thank you so much!! Wow.Natalie! Thank you so much!! Wow.Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-42752103053081876392011-02-01T17:14:12.164-05:002011-02-01T17:14:12.164-05:00LOVED this post, Reya.
It explains some of things...LOVED this post, Reya. <br />It explains some of things that I couldn't piece together. Pretty? Pretty gorgeous I'd say, and courageous too.Nataliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12919764140075852854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-48228230463030990732011-02-01T12:03:21.370-05:002011-02-01T12:03:21.370-05:00Ha ha! Laura, I didn't see it ... what an eye ...Ha ha! Laura, I didn't see it ... what an eye you have!Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-7814514716817094232011-02-01T12:00:30.731-05:002011-02-01T12:00:30.731-05:00"To answer a couple of questions from yesterd..."To answer a couple of questions from yesterday, Steven, how is it helpful to remember past lives? It's interesting, something to do while waiting for the train, yes?"<br /><br />I'd like to believe you won't be waiting for another train, at least not in that way, again.lacochran's evil twinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00830374402474261699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-78193059553591582562011-02-01T11:41:59.276-05:002011-02-01T11:41:59.276-05:00Hammer I'm over my stomach flu. Let's get ...Hammer I'm over my stomach flu. Let's get together.Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-40673241512875537632011-02-01T11:16:54.150-05:002011-02-01T11:16:54.150-05:00Some of us take very direct routes on the paths we...Some of us take very direct routes on the paths we're meant to follow, and some of us take a more circuitous route. As long as we arrive where we are meant to be, it's our choice how we get there.<br /><br />You have taken an interesting and scenic route to the place where you now find yourself. That can never be a bad thing.<br /><br />Still, I wish the train hadn't had to push you onto your true path so insistently. <br /><br />More when you find the time, please.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14937847762010497687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-63535215381066784722011-02-01T10:40:45.898-05:002011-02-01T10:40:45.898-05:00Stumbled onto this clip a little while ago. This ...Stumbled onto this clip a little while ago. This seems the perfect place to share it.<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euH3N7WfHp0<br /><br />Can't believe you dug that poem up from the weather-beaten walls of my old place. Thanks for the kind words. See ya 'round, stargazer.Hammerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10834538866855172575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-89402949415719638432011-02-01T10:30:48.832-05:002011-02-01T10:30:48.832-05:00Hummingbirds are always bringers of good news, swe...Hummingbirds are always bringers of good news, sweet news, magic and beauty.Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-15933143264694134622011-02-01T10:24:56.159-05:002011-02-01T10:24:56.159-05:00I had no idea you were ever hit by a train - that ...I had no idea you were ever hit by a train - that is pretty monumental.<br /><br />I've never been one to muse much about past lives, but I like your explanation about it here. We are creatures of story, and the stories we choose to live inside either help us focus on our life purpose, or drag us away from it.<br /><br />And speaking of dreams - when I read the line about the hummingbirds in that poem, I suddenly remembered part of a dream I had last night, in which I had a hummingbird hanging around me, sitting on my shoulder and such. I won't say the memory hit me like a train, but it definitely jolted me with inspiration.Susan Carpenter Simshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13566372904106529839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-45838728847396786622011-02-01T10:08:36.516-05:002011-02-01T10:08:36.516-05:00Thanks Vicki and yeah, Ellen, I agree completely. ...Thanks Vicki and yeah, Ellen, I agree completely. Context always helps.<br /><br />YES Jeanette I was a seething, blocked, angry person when that train hit me. Kind of did me a favor - in a way.Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-74744309818938945382011-02-01T10:06:00.675-05:002011-02-01T10:06:00.675-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13414138074841891431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-17451343123016865572011-02-01T10:05:30.194-05:002011-02-01T10:05:30.194-05:00Reya~ you are so beautiful inside and out! There a...Reya~ you are so beautiful inside and out! There are so many layers to learn. Just a wonderful post!Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13414138074841891431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-15323575197630762652011-02-01T10:02:51.172-05:002011-02-01T10:02:51.172-05:00Wow Reya, you really must have been blocked if you...Wow Reya, you really must have been blocked if you needed to get hit by a darn train to open up! I can see why you love the poem, it's wonderful.jeanette from everton terracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02025486213973874174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-49770098719545350532011-02-01T10:00:28.534-05:002011-02-01T10:00:28.534-05:00I think knowing something about your (the plural y...I think knowing something about your (the plural you) past lives helps you understand things about your present life. At least for me. I have a hard time with self forgiveness and a past life regression helped me understand that. I'm better about it now but it is something I still have to work on.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.com