Barbara Walters tonight asked the question of where is Heaven and how does one get to Heaven. She interviewed many people in hopes of finding an answer to that question. I sat through the two hour show which was quite entertaining. Each person has an answer I am certain to that question, whether faithful believer or steadfast cynic and aetheist. She did interview an aetheist as well.
The production was interesting because of the key people who she decided were relevant to the study. She interviewed preachers, the Dalai Lama, Richard Gere, and other persons both famous and unknown. A child who believes that he has talked with Jesus, a woman who climbed a ladder in a near death experience, and others who likewise believe in their own personal experiences.
The show was not to convert but to inform. It is a topic that can not be proved by scientific evidence, but stands only on belief, faith, and trust. It was a worthwhile evening of entertainment and morbid fascination.. She even studied the aspect of Hell, Satan, and the world of music which seems to celebrate that state of existence.
If you can find a video of it, it is worth the time spent.
Yours Truly
Janet Fauble at home
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Computers!
I need a new computer. I want a computer on which I can write my novel with ease and comfort. That is all for now...
Friday, July 6, 2012
Shocker for me this day
I just learned of two childhood acquaintances who have passed away. Joyce Donahue Harmon had been a young girl who was in my first grade class at Franklin School. She was a thin, pretty girl who was quiet and shy in our class. She had pretty long blonde hair as I remember. My memory of her is that she played the role of Cinderella in a class play when Miss Armstrong chose her for the lead role. I was one of the ugly stepsisters with Dorothy Vetter and Norma Tinker who was the ugly stepmother if recollection serves me correctly. I am going to find my photos from that group again to put on VW album when I get to it this weekend. What makes Joyce's death unfortunate for me is that I just learned her birthday would be this coming July 24 when I am flying to Durango to see my dad in case he passes soon. It may be my last chance to talk to him when he is well enough to make conversation.
Art Good is a neighbor who I knew from that same time period. He lived around the corner from me, I had once asked his cousin Linda who is who just told me about these two in a post I just received. He died on the second of July, one day after Joyce's passing on the first. Art was a class flirt of the kind that is a bit scarey to girls who are on the shy side. But he married, had a family, and probably turned out o.k. I had had a bad experience due to him that is played out in the movie Titanic. I reminded him of it after Linda and I became reacquainted.
May they both rest in peace. But this has come as a shock to me now.
Art Good is a neighbor who I knew from that same time period. He lived around the corner from me, I had once asked his cousin Linda who is who just told me about these two in a post I just received. He died on the second of July, one day after Joyce's passing on the first. Art was a class flirt of the kind that is a bit scarey to girls who are on the shy side. But he married, had a family, and probably turned out o.k. I had had a bad experience due to him that is played out in the movie Titanic. I reminded him of it after Linda and I became reacquainted.
May they both rest in peace. But this has come as a shock to me now.
My opinion on Heaven
I believe that Heaven is within, that one can seek and find it. I have experienced what I consider to be the truth about Heaven which gave me the knowledge of true humility. Not humble, but humility. There is a vast difference. It came to me. It is a gift. It is perfect love with no jealousy, no sorrow, no envy...notice all that it lacks. It is light, airy, joyous, beautiful, a vibration that takes one into a place where we all really are in a state of peace, fulfillment, and satisfaction. I can never forget it and I can return to it as I am able to now even discussing it. It is within one's own being, it is love, it is beauty. It is truth. It is All, and Final.
Travel
At my age, I can only travel short distances, so that it will be very difficult. So I want to move to Europe for a few months to live there. That way I can make the choices of where and when to travel in a leisurely manner suiting my old age status. Short trips will be best for me as I can barely get around this region without tiring easily and quickly. The trip to Paris wore me out and frankly, when I returned, I did not know if I would ever fly again. The trip to Colorado will make certain one way or the other whether I am physically able to stand it now.
Changes
I wonder whether anyone ever does read any of my posts. This is one way of confusing anyone who might think that they can find the previous post again. It is one reason I like this blogspot. One can delete a post at will. I often say just what I think. I don't hold back because I know that it is best to be honest, let it hang out, and if something necessitates a delete button, I can use it. So I have on this post at which I expelled my anger.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Marcello and Alexander
I heard the slam of a door which woke me up immediately! What the heck! The bedroom door was closed, so I jumped out of bed to see Marcello, my white half Persian/Siamese cat clawing at the bag of food that I had just placed there. He was trying to get into that bag. Some of the cereal had spilled onto the rug and he was furiously eating each bit up as fast as he could. A hole was at the bottom of the bag so I grabbed the bag, took it into the kitchen, holding the bottom up so no more of the cereal could spill out, and checked his food bowl. One bowl was empty but the other had cereal in it. Why didn't he go for that? No idea, but he had managed to push the door open to get behind it so that he could get to the bag. No dummy, that cat. He knew right where it was and what he wanted. Since it was a small bag I stuffed it into the larger bag which is now at empty so that no more of the food would spill out onto the floor.
Then I had made an appointment to take him to the Vet. My other cat has had all his shots, been neutered, and weighed and cared for with a veterinarian plan that can be paid over the course of a year. The plan covered all his shots, neutering, and any medicines that he might need as well as offering discounts. It was very costly. When I took Marcello in, I do not know if he had ever had any shots at all, since Sandra does not take them to the vet but thinks that she can give the shots to them herself. I don't think that she bothers. So I just assumed that Marcello had done without.
Many times I have tried to put him a carrier that I had bought for Alexander when Alexander was just a small kitten. Alexander has grown so big now that he cannot fit into that carrier. Each and every time I tried to put Marcello into it, he would not let me put him in. Surprise! Today just when it was time to go, he suddenly turned angel and went into the carrier without a murmur. Don't think that they don't understand. They are intelligent little kittens and do understand well.
He was as good as gold at the vets. Never gave a murmur when he had his shots. He didn't like have his temp taken and was a bit squeamish but we held him and she got it. He was in good health, the vet liked his weight and appearance, and found a bit of infection in his ears, so that he has an ointment to use for the next week. All went well, and they gave me an estimate of what the cost of neutering will be. Since they do not do the same procedure as the other hospital, it does not appear to require anaesthesia so that the cost is much lower than the other place where Alexander had his done.
That makes me very happy.
Poor Alexander. I had no idea what he thought when he was left home alone. But he was cheered when we got back. I think maybe he felt abandoned. He and his brother are very close and Alexander allows Marcello to eat his food. Marcello is the more aggressive of the two, but then Alexander will bat him with his paw when he thinks that Marcello is taking advantage of him. I love watching them. They are very fascinating in the way they behave towards me and each other. Marcello is a little lover. Alexander is a bit of a baby yet. They are both out of the same female cat but they look nothing alike at all. Alexander is getting very big, long, and wide. He is utterly beautiful. I now know why people like big animals to hug and hold. It made me think a lot. Size does matter whether in people or animals. Marcello is smaller and wiry. The vet's assistant told me to feel his neck. She could tell that he had been an outdoor cat. His neck is thick which is what she said is called a tom cat. I had no idea. He is strong as steel. He climbed the front screen one time in an effort to get in. He is incredibly fast and can jump and leap but does not try it except on the ironing board. Alexander jumps on the counter, on the sink, and on the tables. He loves to run and play. Marcello is too serious. He can't be bothered to play.
Yet he loves to sleep in my bed and before he came, Alexander would come in my bed to walk all over me. Now he won't do it. He is a bit jealous of Marcello at times. They are competitive. I think Marcello now realizes he is home. He knows he is loved. I am happy.
Then I had made an appointment to take him to the Vet. My other cat has had all his shots, been neutered, and weighed and cared for with a veterinarian plan that can be paid over the course of a year. The plan covered all his shots, neutering, and any medicines that he might need as well as offering discounts. It was very costly. When I took Marcello in, I do not know if he had ever had any shots at all, since Sandra does not take them to the vet but thinks that she can give the shots to them herself. I don't think that she bothers. So I just assumed that Marcello had done without.
Many times I have tried to put him a carrier that I had bought for Alexander when Alexander was just a small kitten. Alexander has grown so big now that he cannot fit into that carrier. Each and every time I tried to put Marcello into it, he would not let me put him in. Surprise! Today just when it was time to go, he suddenly turned angel and went into the carrier without a murmur. Don't think that they don't understand. They are intelligent little kittens and do understand well.
He was as good as gold at the vets. Never gave a murmur when he had his shots. He didn't like have his temp taken and was a bit squeamish but we held him and she got it. He was in good health, the vet liked his weight and appearance, and found a bit of infection in his ears, so that he has an ointment to use for the next week. All went well, and they gave me an estimate of what the cost of neutering will be. Since they do not do the same procedure as the other hospital, it does not appear to require anaesthesia so that the cost is much lower than the other place where Alexander had his done.
That makes me very happy.
Poor Alexander. I had no idea what he thought when he was left home alone. But he was cheered when we got back. I think maybe he felt abandoned. He and his brother are very close and Alexander allows Marcello to eat his food. Marcello is the more aggressive of the two, but then Alexander will bat him with his paw when he thinks that Marcello is taking advantage of him. I love watching them. They are very fascinating in the way they behave towards me and each other. Marcello is a little lover. Alexander is a bit of a baby yet. They are both out of the same female cat but they look nothing alike at all. Alexander is getting very big, long, and wide. He is utterly beautiful. I now know why people like big animals to hug and hold. It made me think a lot. Size does matter whether in people or animals. Marcello is smaller and wiry. The vet's assistant told me to feel his neck. She could tell that he had been an outdoor cat. His neck is thick which is what she said is called a tom cat. I had no idea. He is strong as steel. He climbed the front screen one time in an effort to get in. He is incredibly fast and can jump and leap but does not try it except on the ironing board. Alexander jumps on the counter, on the sink, and on the tables. He loves to run and play. Marcello is too serious. He can't be bothered to play.
Yet he loves to sleep in my bed and before he came, Alexander would come in my bed to walk all over me. Now he won't do it. He is a bit jealous of Marcello at times. They are competitive. I think Marcello now realizes he is home. He knows he is loved. I am happy.
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