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Tuesday, February 24, 2015
THE WAIT
FOR HE SHALL RETURN
HE HAS GONE AWAY
VISITING A FOREIGN LAND.
I REMEMBER SHAKING HIS HAND.
I ASKED HIM TO STAY
BUT HE HAD HIS PLAN
I STOOD AND WATCHED
UNABLE TO MOVE
MY FRIENDS BECKONED TO ME
BUT I REFUSED
HE SHALL RETURN IN
JUST A LITTLE WHILE
OUR LIFE WILL GO ON
YOU'LL SEE, I SMILED
BUT DAY TURNED INTO NIGHT
AGAIN AND AGAIN
YET I STOOD MY GROUND
FOR HE SHALL RETURN IN A LITTLE WHILE
I GLANCED IN THE MIRROR
AND WONDERED WHO IT WAS
THAT LOOKED BACK AT ME
A PERSON I ONCE KNEW
BUT YET HER HAIR IS GREY AND THIN
AND THE FACE THAT ONCE SHOWN SO BRIGHT;
NOW HAD DULLED IT'S SIGHT
BUT STILL I WAITED
FOR HE SAID I WILL RETURN AGAIN FOR YOU
THEN IN THE EARLY DAWN
WITH STILLNESS IN THE MORN
A COACH IN SPLENDID 'DORN
PULLED UP BESIDES MY DOOR
IT WAS THEN MY WATCH
WAS DONE, FOR MY LOVE HAD COME.
ROSE ANN PROCOPIO
2012
HE HAS GONE AWAY
VISITING A FOREIGN LAND.
I REMEMBER SHAKING HIS HAND.
I ASKED HIM TO STAY
BUT HE HAD HIS PLAN
I STOOD AND WATCHED
UNABLE TO MOVE
MY FRIENDS BECKONED TO ME
BUT I REFUSED
HE SHALL RETURN IN
JUST A LITTLE WHILE
OUR LIFE WILL GO ON
YOU'LL SEE, I SMILED
BUT DAY TURNED INTO NIGHT
AGAIN AND AGAIN
YET I STOOD MY GROUND
FOR HE SHALL RETURN IN A LITTLE WHILE
I GLANCED IN THE MIRROR
AND WONDERED WHO IT WAS
THAT LOOKED BACK AT ME
A PERSON I ONCE KNEW
BUT YET HER HAIR IS GREY AND THIN
AND THE FACE THAT ONCE SHOWN SO BRIGHT;
NOW HAD DULLED IT'S SIGHT
BUT STILL I WAITED
FOR HE SAID I WILL RETURN AGAIN FOR YOU
THEN IN THE EARLY DAWN
WITH STILLNESS IN THE MORN
A COACH IN SPLENDID 'DORN
PULLED UP BESIDES MY DOOR
IT WAS THEN MY WATCH
WAS DONE, FOR MY LOVE HAD COME.
ROSE ANN PROCOPIO
2012
Sunday, December 8, 2013
THE PASSING TIMES
Hi bloggers, it's been quite sometime since I last wrote down my thoughts. Some people would ask me why I stopped and my answer would be I really had nothing of importance to write down. My life just got so busy with taking care of my Mom's financial business as she is 95 years old. I really don't want to write about that adventure; however I will say it is very hard to see your Mom getting old and watching her adjust to a new environment.
This past September I fractured my left shoulder. So now I am in physical therapy three times a week. I am also a breast cancer survivor and I have had to visit a whole lot of physicians for follow ups. I am glad that all things are stable in my physical body.
It seems like all I do is visit doctors. Tomorrow I go in for an ultrasound. Hopefully this will come out normal; but I am not a normal person, so who knows.
To say I have been hiding out of the limelight would be a good way to address my behavior.
The times we are living through are the most eventful and fast moving times, I believe, in the history of the earth. There are many souls that are leaving the earth realm; many disasters are happening on every level of our living planet. Some are man-made, others are natural. The land we are standing on is not as stable as it once was.
So with that being said, what can we earthlings do about it. In truth....Nothing. We are as much the victim as the victorious. We are here in our physical bodies until the trumpet roars; and we are once again released into our natural abode - the spiritual dimension. All we can do is wait and live out our dreams.
This past September I fractured my left shoulder. So now I am in physical therapy three times a week. I am also a breast cancer survivor and I have had to visit a whole lot of physicians for follow ups. I am glad that all things are stable in my physical body.
It seems like all I do is visit doctors. Tomorrow I go in for an ultrasound. Hopefully this will come out normal; but I am not a normal person, so who knows.
To say I have been hiding out of the limelight would be a good way to address my behavior.
The times we are living through are the most eventful and fast moving times, I believe, in the history of the earth. There are many souls that are leaving the earth realm; many disasters are happening on every level of our living planet. Some are man-made, others are natural. The land we are standing on is not as stable as it once was.
So with that being said, what can we earthlings do about it. In truth....Nothing. We are as much the victim as the victorious. We are here in our physical bodies until the trumpet roars; and we are once again released into our natural abode - the spiritual dimension. All we can do is wait and live out our dreams.
Monday, August 19, 2013
AGING WITH GRACE AND FORTITUDE
The Health System doesn't allow older people to age with grace and fortitude. I too have been pulled into this awful system. What is wrong with living your last years with dignity, what's wrong with children who jump the gun and decide what their aging parents need?
I think I was pulled into that vortex, Mom will be taken care of and we kids won't have too worry. She isn't eating regularly... yet we were there leaving her food and cooking for her. So what if she slept late, wore her PJ's until after 12 noon. So what. She earned it, she raised us five children, four girls and one boy; and put up with the man who she loved, even against his constant illnesses. She deserves to live her life out in a quiet environment. A damn hospital...the place she never wanted to go to. I worked hard getting her apartment and other senior things that she was entitled to; and then I too, gave in. I am so full of guilt for being part of this plot; and forever full of sorrow that I allowed myself to be fooled that my gypsy Italian momma would ever be happy in a place like that. It's as if I trimmed off her wings .. so she could never fly again.
Tomorrow I will see if I can get her back into her apartment. I pray that I can. Maybe the next time a emergency happens...God will be ready to welcome her back to heaven, where she belongs. Believe me there is far more to this story; but to what degree do you take it...so I will take the blame and if need be I will have a room available at my house.
More to follow... but will it be written.. only time will tell.
I think I was pulled into that vortex, Mom will be taken care of and we kids won't have too worry. She isn't eating regularly... yet we were there leaving her food and cooking for her. So what if she slept late, wore her PJ's until after 12 noon. So what. She earned it, she raised us five children, four girls and one boy; and put up with the man who she loved, even against his constant illnesses. She deserves to live her life out in a quiet environment. A damn hospital...the place she never wanted to go to. I worked hard getting her apartment and other senior things that she was entitled to; and then I too, gave in. I am so full of guilt for being part of this plot; and forever full of sorrow that I allowed myself to be fooled that my gypsy Italian momma would ever be happy in a place like that. It's as if I trimmed off her wings .. so she could never fly again.
Tomorrow I will see if I can get her back into her apartment. I pray that I can. Maybe the next time a emergency happens...God will be ready to welcome her back to heaven, where she belongs. Believe me there is far more to this story; but to what degree do you take it...so I will take the blame and if need be I will have a room available at my house.
More to follow... but will it be written.. only time will tell.
Friday, May 3, 2013
THE JOURNEY of CHANGES
Have you noticed that not all children born of the same family have the same memories of their parents. It is because each individual processes their life through different time cycles. No one is ever on the same time cycle as the other and we all think and feel very different. Sometimes the conversations we have with someone; unless it is totally with your own self; is totally different. We even see different than the other person; our color patterns are also varied. Sight, sound, and interpretation are also quite different. We are different patterns of the same ecological system.
When you state to someone... I understand. You really don't understand. You try to relate what the topic is to your memory of something similar. Of course, this is really not possible...because we are all different beings..with different programs we are virtually running.
The closest we come to deep understanding is by...keeping silent and listening with our hearts..this is called "compassion", "caring", "loving", our fellow human.
But naturally it is the HARDEST part of our Journey.
As we mature into an adult human...we should have mastered the art of listening. Some have; most have not. Those that have will be closer to completion on this earth sojourn; those that haven't will review and repeat the process of life here.
When you state to someone... I understand. You really don't understand. You try to relate what the topic is to your memory of something similar. Of course, this is really not possible...because we are all different beings..with different programs we are virtually running.
The closest we come to deep understanding is by...keeping silent and listening with our hearts..this is called "compassion", "caring", "loving", our fellow human.
But naturally it is the HARDEST part of our Journey.
As we mature into an adult human...we should have mastered the art of listening. Some have; most have not. Those that have will be closer to completion on this earth sojourn; those that haven't will review and repeat the process of life here.
THE AGE OF MIRACLES
I am beginning to realize that more than ever my intuitive gifts are expanding and my mystical nature is coming further and further up to the surface. I believe that this era of the Path of Mankind should be rightly called: The Age Of Miracles.
Now what do I write?????
My thoughts keep showing me a picture of St Padre Pio... He was an extraordinary human being. He had Faith... Strength and fortitude..he believed and even talked to his Angels. He could read the consciousness of his followers. People that knew him or who were able to visit him at the Monastery in Italy...were always in awe of his abilities to see through them. I would imagine some were extremely afraid of any encounter with this great Saint. As a teenager I can remember my Grandfather telling me about this Great Italian Priest with the stigmata. "His hands bleed the blood of the Christos." My Grandfather was a very holy man, and for him to relate this story to me was short of a miracle in itself, because Grandpa spoke only in Italian with lots of hand gestures. Yet I understood every word he said to me; and I did not speak or understand Italian - "the grownups language".
Now what do I write?????
My thoughts keep showing me a picture of St Padre Pio... He was an extraordinary human being. He had Faith... Strength and fortitude..he believed and even talked to his Angels. He could read the consciousness of his followers. People that knew him or who were able to visit him at the Monastery in Italy...were always in awe of his abilities to see through them. I would imagine some were extremely afraid of any encounter with this great Saint. As a teenager I can remember my Grandfather telling me about this Great Italian Priest with the stigmata. "His hands bleed the blood of the Christos." My Grandfather was a very holy man, and for him to relate this story to me was short of a miracle in itself, because Grandpa spoke only in Italian with lots of hand gestures. Yet I understood every word he said to me; and I did not speak or understand Italian - "the grownups language".
ENERGY CHALLENGES ... (Part 1)
I haven't blogged for quite sometime. I could say I was too busy, too tired, not feeling well; but the truth is I just didn't have anything to say. Life has its way of just moving along...the hours tick on..whether we want them to or not. Nothing can stop Father Time... The Earth moves along on it's destined path, as do all the celestial wonders. Man is just one tiny organism in a huge star system. ( The Alpha and the Omega.)
This Universe has a system; and mankind is but one of many species; here on Earth and throughout eternity.
We human's are the ship of the Soul; we can and do exist to play out our ideas and with trial and error we achieve small steps in our ascension path. On our current calendar it is the year 2013 AD. This seems so small a number in comparison to the antiquity of our Planet. In reality this Earth Rock has been around for trillion + years. Back in the early 1970's I read a book...it's title evades my thought; but it described many many past civilizations that once called Earth their home. I will admit it made my head swim. My world had been so small...young children to take care of...I never conceived of anything more than my small world. This book enlarged my view of earth...it opened my mind up to other avenues of thought. Knowledge is Power ... someone once said; but the news of past civilizations and different continents...blew my small mind away. I had to step back and rethink all the things I had learned in school. NO ONE taught what I had just read.
One part of this book told about a "battery" that was found deep within the earth...the scientists could not explain it; but it was valid proof of a civilization that had matured to where we are today.
Anyway it opened up my eyes to many other possibilities...and I began to think in a larger circle than before. Names like Lemeria and Atlantis became real places; not storybook tales. But the Earth has so many mysteries and it boggles ones mind to think about all the other realities that may or may not have existed. There began my search for the Star people. I don't overly search for them; because part of me is still fearful of the unknown; as I am sure most people can synthesize with me on this analyst.
I do know that we are Energy and we will survive. Death of our physical body just allows the release of this energy; and no energy can ever be lost. (Just changed.)
This Universe has a system; and mankind is but one of many species; here on Earth and throughout eternity.
We human's are the ship of the Soul; we can and do exist to play out our ideas and with trial and error we achieve small steps in our ascension path. On our current calendar it is the year 2013 AD. This seems so small a number in comparison to the antiquity of our Planet. In reality this Earth Rock has been around for trillion + years. Back in the early 1970's I read a book...it's title evades my thought; but it described many many past civilizations that once called Earth their home. I will admit it made my head swim. My world had been so small...young children to take care of...I never conceived of anything more than my small world. This book enlarged my view of earth...it opened my mind up to other avenues of thought. Knowledge is Power ... someone once said; but the news of past civilizations and different continents...blew my small mind away. I had to step back and rethink all the things I had learned in school. NO ONE taught what I had just read.
One part of this book told about a "battery" that was found deep within the earth...the scientists could not explain it; but it was valid proof of a civilization that had matured to where we are today.
Anyway it opened up my eyes to many other possibilities...and I began to think in a larger circle than before. Names like Lemeria and Atlantis became real places; not storybook tales. But the Earth has so many mysteries and it boggles ones mind to think about all the other realities that may or may not have existed. There began my search for the Star people. I don't overly search for them; because part of me is still fearful of the unknown; as I am sure most people can synthesize with me on this analyst.
I do know that we are Energy and we will survive. Death of our physical body just allows the release of this energy; and no energy can ever be lost. (Just changed.)
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