I wanted to write "Where will you be in the next One Hundred Years!" Answer: Dead. So I'll change it to the next fifty years...although I'll probably be dead anyway. 69 + 50 = 119 (Maybe?) People are living longer and longer these days.
In my high school days we had to write a composition on What would the Year 2000 be like. That was in 1961 and at the age of 18...I could not even imagine that. But it is now 2012; and I am still here. The projections were space travel, moving sidewalks, cars that flew above the roadways...not just the ones that FLY on the roads. Cities enclosed in domes. Robotic police patrolling the cities. Camera's watching the roadways, and streets of the cities. Outrageous clothing, well we did accomplish that one! Technical advances in the Medical field...study of the chromosomes, the pathway of life itself. Telephones that can see you as you talk to someone on the other side of the world. Our cars are now talking to us, and parking themselves. We have weapons that can destroy our world ... and we pray that they are not put into the hands of a madman. We live on the edge...always looking to do it faster, bigger, better. A world that, in my opinion is spiraling out of control.
We look to a GOD to save us; and do nothing to save ourselves. We were given the keys of life and the brains of a snail. (Does a snail have a brain?) People that are trying to change the world and bring peace into it are looked upon as "crazy"... while our scientist are trying to recreate life in a laboratory, and produce food that is unnatural to our bodies.
This is the world of the future, based on what we thought we could accomplish as a teenager. So the world of the future based on the projections of the year 1961...has meet some of its predictions and some that we couldn't even fathom during our teen years. Are we happy with it, have we found the utopia that we imagined? It hasn't all been BAD but IT COULD and SHOULD have been BETTER! Time is still on our side ... so hopefully the Children of the 80's and 90's have a new vision for the betterment of the World we all live in.
Peace, Light and Love....to ALL the Children of the Millennium!
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
CHANGING TIMES
To be in this world and not part of this world, is a very hard thing to accomplish, and yet, it is very possible. How does one do this, you might ask? The sages and holy people of all religious belief systems have already accomplished this. Instead of tuning into the media blitz we need to tune it out. Guess what, this world can really function without your input. Hard to imagine, one might say.
I personally have been living without paid television. Did you know that if you hook up an antennae and a converter box...you can see free television. There may only be a few stations out there; but you can get television. It became too costly for me to continue paying the high prices for cable television so I dropped out. I just get my internet service.
I am happy too because my youth years were so radically different from today's youth. We weren't bogged down with all these new state of the art devices. If we went to a dance, after school game, practice, a meeting with our friends...we walked. Mostly we were in groups; but our parents didn't drive us around like today's teenagers and our gasoline prices were about 18 cents a gallon then. Unheard of in this day and age..where our gasoline prices are almost reaching 5.00 a gallon; and parents are still driving the kids around. Mainly because our children go so much further than staying in town.
Life in the 21st Century is still changing and evolving; sometimes it feels like I have lost my comfort zone. My one big excuse is "I'm OLD." Well I really am...in March I will turn 69. Another milestone. How are you coping in these changing times?
I personally have been living without paid television. Did you know that if you hook up an antennae and a converter box...you can see free television. There may only be a few stations out there; but you can get television. It became too costly for me to continue paying the high prices for cable television so I dropped out. I just get my internet service.
I am happy too because my youth years were so radically different from today's youth. We weren't bogged down with all these new state of the art devices. If we went to a dance, after school game, practice, a meeting with our friends...we walked. Mostly we were in groups; but our parents didn't drive us around like today's teenagers and our gasoline prices were about 18 cents a gallon then. Unheard of in this day and age..where our gasoline prices are almost reaching 5.00 a gallon; and parents are still driving the kids around. Mainly because our children go so much further than staying in town.
Life in the 21st Century is still changing and evolving; sometimes it feels like I have lost my comfort zone. My one big excuse is "I'm OLD." Well I really am...in March I will turn 69. Another milestone. How are you coping in these changing times?
Sunday, February 5, 2012
TEARS ~ 2/5/12
TEARS SEEM TO COME TOO EASILY TO ME OF LATE
WITHOUT WARNING..
THEY FLOW AS I WATCH A NEWBORN BABY CRY, A BIRD SING ..
OR FLY ACROSS THE SKY...
A SONG FILTERS IN THE AURA OF NIGHT.
MEMORIES RETURN IN FLIGHT
OF THE MAGIC OF YOUR TOUCH,
THE CURLS IN YOUR HAIR,
THE SMILE ON YOUR FACE.
I SEEM TO WAIT, STRAINING TO HEAR
THE SOUND OF THE TELEPHONE RING,
THE VIBRATION OF THE ENGINE AS YOU PULL
INTO THE DRIVEWAY.
IT SEEMS SO LONG AGO, AND YET LIKE
YESTERDAY..WHEN I SAID; "SEE YOU LATER, BABE!"
IN THE MIRROR THE REFLECTION SHOWS MY AGE,
BUT IN MY HEART, I AM THAT CHILD BRIDE AGAIN.
SO THE TEARS COME WITHOUT WARNING...
BUT I KNOW, WE SHALL MEET AGAIN.
YOU WILL DRY MY EYES AND I SHALL SMILE AGAIN.
original poem: by RoseAnn Procopio
WITHOUT WARNING..
THEY FLOW AS I WATCH A NEWBORN BABY CRY, A BIRD SING ..
OR FLY ACROSS THE SKY...
A SONG FILTERS IN THE AURA OF NIGHT.
MEMORIES RETURN IN FLIGHT
OF THE MAGIC OF YOUR TOUCH,
THE CURLS IN YOUR HAIR,
THE SMILE ON YOUR FACE.
I SEEM TO WAIT, STRAINING TO HEAR
THE SOUND OF THE TELEPHONE RING,
THE VIBRATION OF THE ENGINE AS YOU PULL
INTO THE DRIVEWAY.
IT SEEMS SO LONG AGO, AND YET LIKE
YESTERDAY..WHEN I SAID; "SEE YOU LATER, BABE!"
IN THE MIRROR THE REFLECTION SHOWS MY AGE,
BUT IN MY HEART, I AM THAT CHILD BRIDE AGAIN.
SO THE TEARS COME WITHOUT WARNING...
BUT I KNOW, WE SHALL MEET AGAIN.
YOU WILL DRY MY EYES AND I SHALL SMILE AGAIN.
original poem: by RoseAnn Procopio
THE GREAT INVOCATION
THE GREAT INVOCATION
From the point of Light within the Mind of God
Let Light stream forth into the minds of humans.
Let Light descend on Earth.
From the point of Love within the Heart of God
Let Love stream forth into the hearts of humans.
May Christ return to Earth.
From the center where the Will of God is known
Let purpose guide the little wills of humans -
The purpose which the Masters know and serve.
From the center which we call the human race
Let the Plan of Love and Light work out
And may it seal the door where darkness dwells.
Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth.
Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth.
Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth.
From the point of Light within the Mind of God
Let Light stream forth into the minds of humans.
Let Light descend on Earth.
From the point of Love within the Heart of God
Let Love stream forth into the hearts of humans.
May Christ return to Earth.
From the center where the Will of God is known
Let purpose guide the little wills of humans -
The purpose which the Masters know and serve.
From the center which we call the human race
Let the Plan of Love and Light work out
And may it seal the door where darkness dwells.
Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth.
Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth.
Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
LIFE IS A SERIES OF EVENTS. Take them one at a time!
Do you ever feel that you are just WAITING? You are not sure of what you are waiting for but you feel that you are at a standstill...just viewing reality as it passes you by. You look at others and wonder what makes them who they are and you look at yourself and wonder why you are you. Did I miss the boat? Did the others go forward and leave me here, waiting without the knowledge or strength to find the way out of the maze? Somehow all the struggles seem in vain, to what purpose do I attain?
I have neither the strength or the calling to move forward. I find myself in the River of Life, clinging to the wall, not with fear of being sweep away; but without the desire to move ahead. In my heart I know that one cannot just ignore the future; for the seconds and minutes just click on...TIME never sits still NOR does it WAIT for you it has no memory in of itself; but that which you give it. TIME is what it is...and us MORTAL beings watch it and write its history.
I THINK I AM JUST TIRED...tired of trying to figure out the whys and wheres of my life. I am tired of people assessing your value, and having all these IDEA's to HELP you. FOR the moment in TIME I choose to cling to the wall and just let TIME progress without my concepts. I need to REST from the fast pace...and once I am rested I will again venture out into the UNKNOWN. ~ RA PROCOPIO
I have neither the strength or the calling to move forward. I find myself in the River of Life, clinging to the wall, not with fear of being sweep away; but without the desire to move ahead. In my heart I know that one cannot just ignore the future; for the seconds and minutes just click on...TIME never sits still NOR does it WAIT for you it has no memory in of itself; but that which you give it. TIME is what it is...and us MORTAL beings watch it and write its history.
I THINK I AM JUST TIRED...tired of trying to figure out the whys and wheres of my life. I am tired of people assessing your value, and having all these IDEA's to HELP you. FOR the moment in TIME I choose to cling to the wall and just let TIME progress without my concepts. I need to REST from the fast pace...and once I am rested I will again venture out into the UNKNOWN. ~ RA PROCOPIO
Monday, January 23, 2012
REMEMBERING DAYS GONE BY!
On January 23, 1987...during one of the most snowy winters my Husband, My Best Friend, My Lover, My Confidant was taken away from me. Monday makes 25 years that he is gone from my life. I remember the good, the bad, and the beautiful in our relationship. Our Love Story wasn't always a straight run, it took many detours along the way; but we had one constance in it, actually three.. our children, and the fact that under all the clutter that life brings we always had true love.
In 1987 we would have celebrated our 23 Wedding Anniversary; and I remember Frankie telling me well next year we will be celebrating our 25th Silver Wedding Anniversary. That was never to be!
But tomorrow we will celebrate the 25th year of his departure into the spiritual realms. This date is not one of Joy; but sadness ~ and one that I can not wish away, or even ignore, for to ignore it, it would only pass by unnoticed. Believe me, Frank Joseph Procopio was not a person you could ignore...he was all heart and he lived life on his terms.
When he was around there was always laughter and music playing - LOUDLY! Our cars were always spotless, as was his Man Den, the garage. If something needed fixing .. he tinkered and behold it was new again.
There is so much more, but words can not say what is trully in my heart. But HEAR this, Frank I love you today as I did
yesterday. But I know you know that!
Saturday, January 21, 2012
A MEMORIAL TO MY COUSIN
Each of us has to face the loss of a personal friend, relative, husband, wife, child, mother, father, brother, sister and each of us has a unique way of dealing with it. There is no right or wrong way. Each person doesn't have the same timeline to deal with the stages of death. So as we are all different, like snowflakes or stars, it just takes time. Some of us are so traumatized by a close death~ we never get over it.
A few days ago I received a call from my cousin ... He gave me the sad news that his sister had passed away. I haven't seen her for many years since she moved to California, but in that instant I remembered so very much about this beautiful soul. To top the news off I had only spoken to her a few short weeks back. My point of reference was in the kind words she related to me ... and how much she loved my Dad, her Uncle and my Mom, her Aunt. I'm sure during our conversation she had no idea that she would be passing over into the eternal realm within 30 some odd days. It was a pleasant conversation and I am honored to have spoken to her.
It is often said how short life is and you should let those that you love know it. My memory is traveling back to events of those childhood days... although she was already a young women when I was a teenager. I remember I use to babysit her two young boys. I remember Christmas Eve celebrations at our Aunts' home. She was the one of the first granddaughter in our family and I was one of the younger cousins. I think growing up I idolized her and wished I could be as beautiful as she was. In our last conversation she commented on how she loved each and everyone of us..my siblings. She was proud of us and she too admired the women we grew into. So our Family Tree has lost another person...which is all part of Our Life Story.
Safe voyage..cuz..until we meet again. RIP Josephine Glorioso Houghtaling. 1/11/12 ^i^
A few days ago I received a call from my cousin ... He gave me the sad news that his sister had passed away. I haven't seen her for many years since she moved to California, but in that instant I remembered so very much about this beautiful soul. To top the news off I had only spoken to her a few short weeks back. My point of reference was in the kind words she related to me ... and how much she loved my Dad, her Uncle and my Mom, her Aunt. I'm sure during our conversation she had no idea that she would be passing over into the eternal realm within 30 some odd days. It was a pleasant conversation and I am honored to have spoken to her.
It is often said how short life is and you should let those that you love know it. My memory is traveling back to events of those childhood days... although she was already a young women when I was a teenager. I remember I use to babysit her two young boys. I remember Christmas Eve celebrations at our Aunts' home. She was the one of the first granddaughter in our family and I was one of the younger cousins. I think growing up I idolized her and wished I could be as beautiful as she was. In our last conversation she commented on how she loved each and everyone of us..my siblings. She was proud of us and she too admired the women we grew into. So our Family Tree has lost another person...which is all part of Our Life Story.
Safe voyage..cuz..until we meet again. RIP Josephine Glorioso Houghtaling. 1/11/12 ^i^
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