I don’t usually say this but I really think these were the best memes and video ever!!
Heres a story to think about on your Friday. Hope you like it!
There’s definitely a lot to this wisdom thing. We all have strong sentimental feelings for family, friends and pets that have passed. We hear stories and look for signs of them after they’re …
I don’t usually say this but I really think these were the best memes and video ever!!
Heres a story to think about on your Friday. Hope you like it!
There’s definitely a lot to this wisdom thing. We all have strong sentimental feelings for family, friends and pets that have passed. We hear stories and look for signs of them after they’re gone. Many of us that are left behind here don’t see all the signs of the ones that are gone, even though the signs are all around us. Sometimes I think wisdom is the ability to open our eyes and our minds to recognize things, even things that are unseen. When I was young my skepticism would never allow my mind to see what was not seen but plain as day and I’ve learned wisdom is very wide ranging.
I’ll never forget the day my family and I buried my brother John. It was a freezing cold day in February with 8 inches of snow falling. I never felt such a cold chill than that afternoon at the cemetery. The next morning, I was feeling really down and decided to go for a 4AM walk in the snow with my dogs, this is one of the only things that brings me a little peace. Right when I stepped out three deer came running by, crashing through the crusted snow, stopped and looked right at us. It was so loud in the dead silence of night, I just knew it was my brother John. There are many sayings like seeing a cardinal is a relative that has passed, sometimes you just know.
I’m not really sure how all of these connections happen but this song came into my mind a couple weeks ago. Over the years I had forgotten what this song was even about but after I pulled it up and listened to it, it made me think of you and Jill and the loss of your horse Corbeau. I didn’t get a chance to post it on your excellent homestead essay but here is the song. I don’t know why this song ever came into my mind, I hope it makes sense and a connection with you both, if not maybe for someone else. The song is a story told through a homesteader, it’s about a horse that was lost in a snowstorm and its owner dies trying to find it. They say “if” the horse, Wild Fire, and its owner comes for you, they will take you away from all of the hard times and problems in your life.
The reference to a cardinal is so true; I had a dream about a beautiful red bird that morphed into a person and the person and I "communed" and then he morphed back into that beautiful red bird and flew away. I didn't know who the person was, only that he had a red, buffalo plaid shirt on, and his hair was dark. That was in Oct. and on Xmas Eve. my brother died. I asked his wife if he had a red plaid shirt, and she said "oh yes, he wore it a lot, he had been cold." He visited me two months before he died, but I wasn't allowed to know who it was until after he died. One of many "death" dreams I have had that always check out!
Have always loved this song since I first heard it in the early seventies. Yesterday, winter solstice, my Mom would have turned 100. She passed 25 years ago
I am so sorry that you lost your brother, James. You can be sure that he made his presence known at precisely that moment. Thanks very much for sharing a link for that song. As coincidence would have it, it is snowing where I live. I always think about the critters looking for shelter every time it snows...
Morning, James. Take a nap from your snowplowing. You need it.
I had always been skeptical about faith, God, and the afterlife, up until something that I experienced back in 2015 that changed me forever.
It was April 10, 2015, and I was awakened by a dream about my estranged brother Rick, whom I hadn't had words with for the last 4 years, because of many factors irrelevant to this story. When I sat up in my bed at about 2:30am, my wife rolled over and asked what was wrong. I told her that I was startled by a dream about Rick that made me quite upset. Since Rick and I hadn't spoken for years, and my life went on as usual, I couldn't have known anything about anyone, considering I had nearly zero contact with my family after my mom's passing, and subsequent bogus lawsuits against me, by my family members.
I told my wife that I recall being at Ricks home, he was lying in his hospital bed, in his bedroom, where he was suffering from the cancer that had spread through his body over the last several years of his fight to save his own life. Considering the cancer, and his fight was true, when in the dream, he looked up at me, and then passed away, the dream itself sent an overwhelming, powerful surge of emotions, which at the current moment sitting on my bed, confused me as to why ?
My wife said, "go back to bed, as it was only a dream. You haven't spoken to him in years, and it was probably just on your mind."
I followed her instructions, and we continued on with life, unimpeded.
About a week , or so, went by, and I received a text from my nephew Sean, (who's father -my brother Steve) had sent me this message:
Did you hear that uncle Rick died ?
I replied back, no I hadn't. I knew Rick had cancer, but being estranged from my entire family (other than Sean from time to time), I knew nothing of what was happening to anyone, once my mother passed, and the lawsuits began. I asked Sean when he passed.
Sean replied, it was last week about midnight. I looked at the calendar, and it just so happened to be the same day, or early morning, I woke up to this dream about Rick, April 10, 2015. I felt sick to my stomach, realizing that it was the same day I woke up at 2:30am, discussing the dream I had with my wife. I didn't know what to make of it at the time, but it definitely made an impact on my thoughts of spiritualism, and death. I was never the same after that moment in time, I realized that Rick had come back to say goodbye, thanks, or whatever it was he wanted to say.
Since Rick was 800 miles away, I had zero contact with anyone regarding anything in my family, other than Sean telling me of Ricks passing, and somehow I knew that Rick died, that night, I guess there was something more to life than just being here, on this earth, with nothing else but life, death, and empty space. It was that moment in time that I knew that it was no coincidence, but some sort of electrical transference of spirit entity materials from Rick to me that night. Again, I haven't felt the same since, now knowing there is more to life than just here and now.
On a footnote, my nephew's dad, my brother Steve, committed suicide the very same day, around the same time of night, that Rick died, 35 years to the day. I had spent nearly a decade hating my brother Steve taking his life on my 13th birthday, and it was Rick who calmed me down, on one phone call, in the middle of the night, in my mid 20's. Both of them died the very same day, around the same time, which I thought was really strange at the time, and still do.
Today, I know, both of them are waiting up there for me, along side my mom, and all my other passed relatives, friends, in laws, and pets I've had over the years. I do no longer fear death, but look at it as a venture into the next realm of my existence. I guess that's why I'm such a curmudgeon at times, and don't really give a shit about anyone's opinions, other than those I care about, or love.
Peace brother James. Enjoy this Saturday morning, after snowplowing. Give SImba a big hug and kiss, and give the wife a nice head-scratch from the both of us.
T, for some reason I was scrolling through the comments and came across yours. As you know now, the physical divide has no limitations for the Spirit. I have had at least six dreams with assorted friends, clients and family that I have been able to follow up on the validity of the message. The dream life is better than science fiction!
Amazing story T. I think there’s definitely connections that we can’t see. The strange thing to me is the connection to family and good friends. You’d probably say of coarse you family but why? It’s amazing!! When I saw the three dear I thought it was my brother and my parents..
Michael Martin Murphy lived only 10 miles from me for several years. Thanks for the memory.
On the 21st - the solstice, a cardinal came to our window. We don't see them here very often. It was the 2nd anniversary of the death of my cousin who was the last relative older than me. I just realized it was about the same time she died.
Yes. He was friends with a couple whom shared a sailboat I had. I mostly just saw him in town. and would say hello. He had a fairly good sized farm had cattle and, I believe, bred horses. Later he moved to Colorado. My friends visited him there. I 1st heard of him through Hoyt Axton's song "Geronimo's Cadillac" which he wrote when he was still known as Michael Murphy. Sadly, I never saw him in concert.
I have no doubt it was your brother John letting you know he was okay. I've had many experiences that let me know a loved one is near, some human, some beloved pets that have passed. They increase around Christmas time for me. With each incident, my belief that when the body passes, the consciousness remains, that we are immortal spirit, is reinforced and I smile. Thank you for sharing the link to Michael Murphy's song. Years ago I enjoyed his album. Today I have that album on CD.
I don’t usually say this but I really think these were the best memes and video ever!!
Heres a story to think about on your Friday. Hope you like it!
There’s definitely a lot to this wisdom thing. We all have strong sentimental feelings for family, friends and pets that have passed. We hear stories and look for signs of them after they’re gone. Many of us that are left behind here don’t see all the signs of the ones that are gone, even though the signs are all around us. Sometimes I think wisdom is the ability to open our eyes and our minds to recognize things, even things that are unseen. When I was young my skepticism would never allow my mind to see what was not seen but plain as day and I’ve learned wisdom is very wide ranging.
I’ll never forget the day my family and I buried my brother John. It was a freezing cold day in February with 8 inches of snow falling. I never felt such a cold chill than that afternoon at the cemetery. The next morning, I was feeling really down and decided to go for a 4AM walk in the snow with my dogs, this is one of the only things that brings me a little peace. Right when I stepped out three deer came running by, crashing through the crusted snow, stopped and looked right at us. It was so loud in the dead silence of night, I just knew it was my brother John. There are many sayings like seeing a cardinal is a relative that has passed, sometimes you just know.
I’m not really sure how all of these connections happen but this song came into my mind a couple weeks ago. Over the years I had forgotten what this song was even about but after I pulled it up and listened to it, it made me think of you and Jill and the loss of your horse Corbeau. I didn’t get a chance to post it on your excellent homestead essay but here is the song. I don’t know why this song ever came into my mind, I hope it makes sense and a connection with you both, if not maybe for someone else. The song is a story told through a homesteader, it’s about a horse that was lost in a snowstorm and its owner dies trying to find it. They say “if” the horse, Wild Fire, and its owner comes for you, they will take you away from all of the hard times and problems in your life.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2YWqPhiftc
The reference to a cardinal is so true; I had a dream about a beautiful red bird that morphed into a person and the person and I "communed" and then he morphed back into that beautiful red bird and flew away. I didn't know who the person was, only that he had a red, buffalo plaid shirt on, and his hair was dark. That was in Oct. and on Xmas Eve. my brother died. I asked his wife if he had a red plaid shirt, and she said "oh yes, he wore it a lot, he had been cold." He visited me two months before he died, but I wasn't allowed to know who it was until after he died. One of many "death" dreams I have had that always check out!
My wife seems to have very similar dreams. I always worry someone dying after particular dreams she has
That's why I wasn't allowed to know until after he died. Spirit protects us from messing with the flow, many times.
Sorry I got cut off replying to you. After my wife’s dream which was a week or two ago that nurse I mentioned died, so sad.
She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night
Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down its stall
In a blizzard he was lost
She ran calling Wildfire [x3]
By the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
There's been a hoot-owl howling by my window now
For six nights in a row
She's coming for me, I know
And on Wildfire we're both gonna go
We'll be riding Wildfire [x3]
On Wildfire we're gonna ride
Gonna leave sodbustin' behind
Get these hard times right on out of our minds
Riding Wildfire
Isn’t it a great song Red!!
Have always loved this song since I first heard it in the early seventies. Yesterday, winter solstice, my Mom would have turned 100. She passed 25 years ago
Reminds me of South Coast by the Kingston Trio
A tear jerker for such. Thanks for the memory.
I am so sorry that you lost your brother, James. You can be sure that he made his presence known at precisely that moment. Thanks very much for sharing a link for that song. As coincidence would have it, it is snowing where I live. I always think about the critters looking for shelter every time it snows...
We are getting snow around Boston also. Thanks Debra!
Did a Fort Snelling Vet ceremony on a shivering unforgettable coldest winter day .
Even the guns misfired on a 21 gun salute.
Great song. Memories. So sorry you lost your brother. God Bless you always James 🙏🏻🇺🇸
Thanks Teresa!! It is a great song. Back in the day it was a bit mellow for me but fits right in today. God Bless you as well and your family Teresa….
Thank you for your insight and the song. I have not heard that song in years. It brings some happy memories for me.
Merry Christmas James, to you and all who love you and you love.
Thank You Deanna, it’s funny for me I have to listen to this song several times. It’s kind of addictive. Merry Christmas to you and your family!!
Have to say I remember it. Not sure if it's the same artist. Among my favs in the day.
I believe it was in the top 100 1975
I was thinking of you also Jean with this song!
Morning, James. Take a nap from your snowplowing. You need it.
I had always been skeptical about faith, God, and the afterlife, up until something that I experienced back in 2015 that changed me forever.
It was April 10, 2015, and I was awakened by a dream about my estranged brother Rick, whom I hadn't had words with for the last 4 years, because of many factors irrelevant to this story. When I sat up in my bed at about 2:30am, my wife rolled over and asked what was wrong. I told her that I was startled by a dream about Rick that made me quite upset. Since Rick and I hadn't spoken for years, and my life went on as usual, I couldn't have known anything about anyone, considering I had nearly zero contact with my family after my mom's passing, and subsequent bogus lawsuits against me, by my family members.
I told my wife that I recall being at Ricks home, he was lying in his hospital bed, in his bedroom, where he was suffering from the cancer that had spread through his body over the last several years of his fight to save his own life. Considering the cancer, and his fight was true, when in the dream, he looked up at me, and then passed away, the dream itself sent an overwhelming, powerful surge of emotions, which at the current moment sitting on my bed, confused me as to why ?
My wife said, "go back to bed, as it was only a dream. You haven't spoken to him in years, and it was probably just on your mind."
I followed her instructions, and we continued on with life, unimpeded.
About a week , or so, went by, and I received a text from my nephew Sean, (who's father -my brother Steve) had sent me this message:
Did you hear that uncle Rick died ?
I replied back, no I hadn't. I knew Rick had cancer, but being estranged from my entire family (other than Sean from time to time), I knew nothing of what was happening to anyone, once my mother passed, and the lawsuits began. I asked Sean when he passed.
Sean replied, it was last week about midnight. I looked at the calendar, and it just so happened to be the same day, or early morning, I woke up to this dream about Rick, April 10, 2015. I felt sick to my stomach, realizing that it was the same day I woke up at 2:30am, discussing the dream I had with my wife. I didn't know what to make of it at the time, but it definitely made an impact on my thoughts of spiritualism, and death. I was never the same after that moment in time, I realized that Rick had come back to say goodbye, thanks, or whatever it was he wanted to say.
Since Rick was 800 miles away, I had zero contact with anyone regarding anything in my family, other than Sean telling me of Ricks passing, and somehow I knew that Rick died, that night, I guess there was something more to life than just being here, on this earth, with nothing else but life, death, and empty space. It was that moment in time that I knew that it was no coincidence, but some sort of electrical transference of spirit entity materials from Rick to me that night. Again, I haven't felt the same since, now knowing there is more to life than just here and now.
On a footnote, my nephew's dad, my brother Steve, committed suicide the very same day, around the same time of night, that Rick died, 35 years to the day. I had spent nearly a decade hating my brother Steve taking his life on my 13th birthday, and it was Rick who calmed me down, on one phone call, in the middle of the night, in my mid 20's. Both of them died the very same day, around the same time, which I thought was really strange at the time, and still do.
Today, I know, both of them are waiting up there for me, along side my mom, and all my other passed relatives, friends, in laws, and pets I've had over the years. I do no longer fear death, but look at it as a venture into the next realm of my existence. I guess that's why I'm such a curmudgeon at times, and don't really give a shit about anyone's opinions, other than those I care about, or love.
Peace brother James. Enjoy this Saturday morning, after snowplowing. Give SImba a big hug and kiss, and give the wife a nice head-scratch from the both of us.
T, for some reason I was scrolling through the comments and came across yours. As you know now, the physical divide has no limitations for the Spirit. I have had at least six dreams with assorted friends, clients and family that I have been able to follow up on the validity of the message. The dream life is better than science fiction!
Amen to that.
Merry Christmas to you, and your family, DD. Wishing you nothing but wonderful experiences throughout.
Thanks for the personal wishes, I am cooking up the best lasagna today, even tho Jesus wasn't Italian! Peace to you and your family too.
Amazing story T. I think there’s definitely connections that we can’t see. The strange thing to me is the connection to family and good friends. You’d probably say of coarse you family but why? It’s amazing!! When I saw the three dear I thought it was my brother and my parents..
I love that song! Also, my mother loved cardinals. Now when one lands near my window it makes me think of her. A touching message.
It really is a great song. I think the same with the cardinals. There’s a family that we feed all season. They’re great to see!
Thats really Beautiful Mate. Thank you.
We (wife and 2 cats) sat and watched all the issues of Water Rats and I'd swear our cats were trying out "g'day mates" on us.
Michael Martin Murphy lived only 10 miles from me for several years. Thanks for the memory.
On the 21st - the solstice, a cardinal came to our window. We don't see them here very often. It was the 2nd anniversary of the death of my cousin who was the last relative older than me. I just realized it was about the same time she died.
There’s something to all of these connections. I’m beginning to think many come with age.
It is said we are seven handshakes for everyone in the world.
Robbie I had read and heard he was somewhat of a rancher, is that right?
Yes. He was friends with a couple whom shared a sailboat I had. I mostly just saw him in town. and would say hello. He had a fairly good sized farm had cattle and, I believe, bred horses. Later he moved to Colorado. My friends visited him there. I 1st heard of him through Hoyt Axton's song "Geronimo's Cadillac" which he wrote when he was still known as Michael Murphy. Sadly, I never saw him in concert.
I have no doubt it was your brother John letting you know he was okay. I've had many experiences that let me know a loved one is near, some human, some beloved pets that have passed. They increase around Christmas time for me. With each incident, my belief that when the body passes, the consciousness remains, that we are immortal spirit, is reinforced and I smile. Thank you for sharing the link to Michael Murphy's song. Years ago I enjoyed his album. Today I have that album on CD.
Not sure why I was thinking of the line Wild Fire and i looked it up. Funny how sometimes things just connect together. Merry Christmas Dianne!!
Merry Christmas James!!!