Wind & Water, Understanding the Nature of Feng Shui

Feng-ShuiAs one uses Feng Shui to balance and harmonize home and work environments, the purpose, as I have come to understand it, is truly to balance one’s mind, body and spirit. . . to embrace spirituality, to encounter God.

The Bible tells us to make our homes a Holy place, where everyone who enters will feel safe and welcome . . . Where Angels would choose to come.

Sounds like heaven, doesn’t it?

Perhaps that is what we are to do. Offer our share of heaven and our spiritual experience with everyone we meet.

As we “feng shui” our homes, our work, our lives, we are giving physical form to those thoughts and prayers of what we want our homes, work and lives to be and become. The things we do (hanging wind chimes and decorating with certain colors) don’t cause the things we want to happen; and the “chi” energy we release isn’t some magical thing that comes up from the earth and grants all our wishes.

The chi energy we seek to encounter is that connection with God that makes all things possible; and the wind chimes we hang, the special colors we use are the reminders to ourselves that this is our purpose. They are a reaffirmation of our faith and our goals.

They are also a statement to those who know and understand feng shui that we have chosen to pursue a path of enlightenment; they are an invitation to come with me, come with me … come with me now!

D. B. Cooper’s legend grows as the crime story ages

D.B. COOPER, BIGFOOT, UFOS HAVE A THING IN COMMON, Events and places in the Pacific Northwest are among those covered in a new book, “100 of the World’s Greatest Mysteries,” by E. Randall Floyd, a collection of hundreds of unusual happenings around the world, from ancient times to today. Four chapters deal with happenings that have direct or peripheral connections to this corner of the world. You can get it at Amazon.Com.

Since I wrote this “db essay” years ago it has remained the page most read on Laloba, after my journal . . . we really are cooper-snoopers, and why he stays at the top of my charts is beyond me. (Originally published Apr 13, 1998)

This is the chart for November 24, 1971, at 8:10 in Vancouver, Washington. That’s when and where (they think) db jumped.

dbs_jump_chart

 

The single most notable thing about this chart is the prevalence of planets in Sagittarius – the sign of the Archer. DB’s long been called a modern day Robin Hood, even though he didn’t use his money for the poor. Maybe all that Sag stuff just made us want to think he was more inclined to good deeds than he really was.

I’ve heard from tons of people about this page ~ the most notable are the women who tell me they were his wives. (And yes, I’ve heard from several. Eventually, they all talk about the book that will pay them for having wed db . . . )

Because I like astrology, I did a chart for the day he jumped . . .

AdZe MiXXeTMpresents A SuperPower Report for db cooper’s jump

note: this is an interpretation of the energy of the day – it isn’t db’s birth chart. And, it is a good representation of the Cooper legend.

Sun in Sagittarius: EXPANSIVE SELF-EXPRESSION Essentially you’re a good sport. The question is, “What’s your game?”

TIP: db, aim high and roam free. Now, was that good advice, or what?

When you are naturally enthusiastic, folks tend to like you. Cultivate your natural tolerance and you will be able to get along with many different types of people. You can get the power of positive thinking to work overtime. To do so, you must clarify your ideals and pursue your spirit of adventure. The ancients believed that turquoise could counter negative vibes and relieve melancholia for Sagittarians.

Sun Undecile Mars: SELF-EXPRESSION MODIFY MOTIVATIONS you have some strong and brave attributes. You’re reasonably driven, willful, energetic, aggressive, competitive, dramatic and enterprising.

In the pursuit of your goals, you’re willing to work hard and if necessary face danger. You tend to do what you think is right and are not one to give up or give in to fear. To become a star you need to channel some of your energy into physical activity, athletics and exercise. When you’re restless, you need to work out.

Sun Opposite Saturn: SELF-EXPRESSION CHALLENGES DECISIONS You’re serious, responsible, industrious and hardworking. You probably matured early and may have missed out on much of the joy of childhood. You tend to get along well with mature people and the elderly. You can become a star by becoming more purposeful. Your discipline can make you a self-made person. Or a legend in your own time!

You can become a star by learning how to get more joy out of the sheer struggle of life. Become consciously aware of the rules that you have made for yourself and for others. Become aware of internal voices that judge you.

Sun Semisquare Uranus: SELF EXPRESSION CHALLENGES LIBERATION There is a bit of a rebel leader and a trouble maker in you. In itself, this doesn’t mean that you’re good or bad it just means that you’re self willed, excitable and capricious. You’re not likely to put up with being told what to do. You can gain respect by channeling your reform minded energy into a bold and practical enterprise. To become a star, respect other people’s need for freedom.

You’re more original than most folk. To contribute something positive to the world, become relatively stable; more cyclical and less erratic in your efforts, and more practical and persevering.

Sun Conjunct Neptune: SELF-EXPRESSION UNITES WITH FANTASY ARTISTRY, TALENT AND YOUTH

The energy of the day is keenly aware, sensitive and psychically attuned. Be selective as to who and what you allow around you. To become a star, learn to trust your first impressions and go with them.

You age very well and have the potential to extend your career far beyond the norm.

Sun Sextile Pluto: SELF-EXPRESSION COOPERATES WITH CLEANSING EXTRA COMPETITIVE POWER

You can become a star by dealing with power issues and power complexes. You can be obsessive and extreme in your drive for power. Your physical, psychological and spiritual desires are all very strong. Once you consolidate your position, you will advance. Once you define and commit yourself to a goal, your physical strength, mental energy and creative powers make you unstoppable.

TIP: Your power is volcanic db. Within you is a crucible of creation. Translation: Great day for a hijacking.

You can take up a cause. You can right some wrongs. You can fight some injustices. You can change yourself and the environment. If anybody can begin again and restructure for change, it is you. You can create extreme success for yourself. Your willpower, tenacity and resourcefulness are extraordinary.

This is the energy that makes us attribute db as Robin Hood incarnate. Which he wasn’t.

Sun Trine Midheaven: SELF-EXPRESSION COOPERATES WHAT WILL BE You need a strong career. You would do well to work in a field where you can express the full force of your personality. At times it may be easy for you to overwhelm others. However you’re happier and better-off commanding their respect. You can become a superstar by developing character, especially your dignity.

TIP: Leave behind something that will survive your name, db.

You are something of a leader. Your work could put you in the public spotlight. Before you set out to achieve, define your basic sense of self, will and purpose. You are likely to accomplish something great. Powerful people will become your friends and allies.

 

Moon in Aquarius: FRIENDLY INSTINCTS You tend to process emotional events in advance. When things happen, they already seem to be in the past. So, you may seem to be emotionally detached and aloof. You need space and can’t stand to be suffocated. When you’re under too much pressure, you become emotionally detached and erratic. Your feelings can freeze over both literally and figuratively. You can be cool.

Be open to flashes of intuition. Perform some experiments. Embrace the unconventional.

Moon Sextile Venus: INSTINCTS COOPERATE WITH AFFINITY Your tact and diplomacy serve you well.

It is fairly easy for you to establish rapport and make people feel good. Part of you is cheerful,calm and optimistic. Using a mixture of charm and sincerity, you can get almost anything.

Moon Quintile Jupiter: INSTINCTS BRING OUT TALENT FOR ENCOURAGEMENT You can find success dealing with the public, especially with themes of home and family. People will give you their faith and trust. You have some good luck going for you and can beat the odds. You could become very adept at public relations and publicity. Your positive feelings and social conscience make you an exemplary human being.

You can be both optimistic and realistic. People tend to take an interest in you and your welfare.

Don’t ask why I studied db cooper. Goes with the James Dean thing probably . . . Uranian personalities appeal to me.

Man, myth, urban legend.

I’ve always been fascinated about him: who, why, how . . . like most of the rest of western civilization. So, when I started puttering around the web, I thought I’d make it easier for the next nosy cooper-snooper.

For those of you who don’t know the story of db:

On November 24, 1971, a man hijacked a plane from Northwest Airlines for $200,000 in used twenties.He asked for the money and parachutes and somewhere outside Vancouver, Washington it is presumed he jumped, because when the plane landed, both he and the money were gone.

And . . . he stayed gone.

The D. B. Cooper Days Celebration & look alike contest.

db cooper’s wholesale music exchange he must have spent all the money – its a free server. (2013 update; store is now closed)

D.B. Cooper – A crime immortalized by time By BRETT OPPEGAARD, The Columbian Publishing Company November 22, 1996

SKULDUGGERY BY PARACHUTE – Aero.com The very best of everything I’ve read – Read this if you don’t read anything else. There is truly a dearth of hard information online about this obsession (Sorry, Johnny). 

And I don’t care that his name wasn’t D. B, but Dan, he’ll always be db cooper to me.

Change

I know in my heart there are hurt places that are dark and deep, and scary, like ocean depths, unplumbed by man. I don’t go there either. My strength, I tell myself is in laying aside those things as if they didn’t exist. I lie to myself that they don’t exist; that I am not doing the Scarlet O’Hara, I’ll think about that tomorrow thing. And don’t accuse me of being like her and planning to think about that tomorrow.

The truth is she and I are more alike than I care to admit. And we don’t intend to think about those things at all. The problem with putting them away, though, is they can’t be quelled. They surface at the damnedest, most inopportune times and take me over.

And I sink to the depths, uncharted and scary and wish I knew how to truly forget. And at those times my death seems such a welcome relief.

But then I remember, to my horror, that as a reincarnationalist, I believe I have to learn all these lessons before God will keep me with him.

We made a deal God and me, that I’d work thru things on this plane, and I’m bound by it.

I’ve been reading Radical Forgiveness, which emphasizes the repetition of mistakes or wrong relationships and I’m reminded of the “there are no coincidences” theme of the Celestine Prophecies.

In each of these books, the recurrences or occurrences were/are systematic efforts on the part of the Universe to take us to enlightenment.

Send me a light bulb. Some of this stuff hurts too much.

The legend of 13 comes from Pythagoras, who believed it meant change and evolution. The end of a belief and the birth of a new consciousness. It was not endings, but beginnings, This year the 13th of October comes on Friday. A day we normally view as unlucky, because it is unusual.

I was raised in a small town in the South – “I was born in the Blue Ridge Mountains, at the foot of the Appalachia Trail.”

I grew up in the Sixties, I know – you didn’t know I was that old! I should have graduated high school in 1969. (What a good year, yeah?)

My mother had “help” when I was growing up. Not live-in help, but help one day a week who cleaned the bathrooms and mopped floors and ironed: Juanita and Marie

And there was Jesse.

They were soft, sweet-smelling black women. And they made my house smell fresh and clean. And they are as much responsible for who I am as anyone in my history. 

We had to pick Juanita up from the bus station. My mother would send me into the ‘Colored’ section of the building to get her. It was dark (not as many bulbs in the ceiling) and Juanita would be sitting on what looked like an old church pew. She’d brighten when she saw me, stand and lumber out to the car. She’d smile and laugh and I can’t imagine her looking forward to cleaning my mother’s house then coming back to the bus station so she could ride in the back of the bus to her home, and her children.

Marie had her own car – a 1957 Chevrolet BelAir – which would become the car to own when I was in high school, a few years later. It was nearly ten years old and looked brand new.

Jesse lived not far away and she was mostly there to look after my two little brothers. They were 15 months apart and, I think, too much for my mother to handle. Being pregnant that much in two years, and having to take care of the babies she birthed put her into that Magnolia place that some Southern women enter . . . and she fell back on a big, fat, Black woman to tend her children.

Home movies from that period always include Jesse in the background, watching the little ones. My mother isn’t in these films, I guess she was making them.

I don’t know who’s influence introduced me to Dr. Martin Luther King. My mother’s absence of racism, the women who helped raise me . . . But in Atlanta, in the sixties, wealthy white people didn’t revere him, or admire him. I think they were afraid of him. 

He represented change. Big change. Scarey thing, change.

God’s Favorite Angels

 

Angels Among UsGod’s Favorite Angels . . . aren’t in heaven

They walk and talk on earth . . .
halos hidden, wings tucked in tightly,
so as not to startle those of us who need them.
They offer words of encouragement.
They make us laugh.
They give good advice.
They give gifts of time, money, self.
They lift us up from the mundane and
give us love that transcends human bounds.
They are the Sun that shows us the smile
on God’s face and the Rolling Thunder
of wisdom that reveals Him to us gently,
when we need Him most.
Merry Christmas and
Happy Hanukkah, Angels.
God has blessed me in knowing you.

The Good Die Young

There has been such a tremendous groundswell of interest in angels, I wonder if people are becoming more needy for something greater, or simply more aware.

The movie, City of Angels explores the “fall” of an angel (Seth) to mortality because he falls in love with a human.

It is the thumbnail of the descent of man from spiritual to physical.   And the final message, when an angel tells Seth, “This is life,” isn’t really reassuring.  Because in our consciousness, all we know is life.

And we want, or need more.

When I was 17, my best friend died in an unexplainable car crash.

There had been four of us — Jimmy, Tony, Bill and myself.  We were together night and day, except for work and sleep and if we even considered the rest of our lives, we foresaw that togetherness as our life.  We were blissful.  Other women would come and go in their lives, I was constant.  We were friends in the most extreme definition.

When Jimmy died we went through a fog of days at the funeral home, at his family’s home, or crying alone.  Alone for the first time in months. The three of us who were left were disjointed and wounded.  We never recovered.

In the three days before he was buried, I never say Jimmy’s body, nor his casket.   His casket was sealed because of his injuries, and seeing it bore a finality I wouldn’t face.  And so I avoided the room where he lay.  I sat, outside the door each day, but I never entered the room.

On the day of his funeral I went looking for his mother and father, and went to the room where they were.    It was across the hall from the spot where I’d spent the last three days – I had no idea why they were there but I needed to be with them.

Jimmy had been moved into that room during the night.  When I saw his casket for the first time I was so stunned, I staggered.  I felt myself literally falling apart.

Someone took my arm, held me up and walked me outside to Tony and Bill. I turned to thank my rescuer and no-one was there.  I felt the hand leave my arm and I knew it had been Jimmy.  I  knew.

I have never stopped mourning him, or missing his active presence in my life.  I don’t know that people turn into angels.  Or that he was an angel who had “fallen” to this plane for whatever experience he was in need of.  There’s a hierarchy about heavenly beings that I don’t understand.  All I know is that I’ll know when I’m supposed to know.

But I do believe my relationship with Jimmy has an angelic bent, because I believe he has been in and out of my life (or my consciousness) all these years.
I’ve felt his presence, and his protection, or guardianship more than once.

And I want to accept that he is doing what he is meant for while I’m trying to find my way.

My purpose in this life seems to be that of Mother – I have such responsibility for my little tribe, and I find myself, comfortably, in a position of counseling others frequently.  But I have, too, a longing for comfort and security.  A security that is not of this earth.

At the beginning of the movie, City of Angels, Nicholas Cage, as Seth the Angel, walks with the spirit of a small girl who has died.  She has left her body on the emergency room table, her mother crying hysterically.  The girl asks, “Where are we going?”

His reply?  “Home.”