Now more than ever is the time to spread Love and Encouragement. No matter what religion we come from even if we don’t have a specific religion we practice.
If you are not comfortable with prayer I’d suggest going into meditation, put our intentions out into the universe. Sending positive energy, healing and protection for not just ourselves and our family but for the world.
Those who use prayer as a way to connect to Divine Spirit/God our daily and nightly prayers are always heard. Give thanks for answered prayers for they are already heard and answered. Below is a powerful prayer from youtube
If anyone would like to join in prayer or sending out positive healing energy and affirmations from your location. For the next two weeks anytime between the hours of 9pm – 11pm set the intention to connect with all souls praying and putting out positive healing energy over the world. We are strong and powerful souls who are capable of so much good. Let’s stand together and help one another.
If inspired please feel free to like and share. I’d like to hear from anyone that would like to share specific prayers or affirmations regarding the current global crisis.
Dream interpretation or analyzing dreams, is something I have done for as long as I can remember. Not knowing what dreaming meant or why we dream, my curiosity in remembering certain people or places going through my mind as I was sleeping only grew stronger as I grew older. I find our dream state or our “night life” so fascinating. Truly amazed with all I’ve learned, confirmed and received clarity about what our subconscious mind reveals while in our dream state.
As young children how many of us had “nightmares”? Was anyone told “if you watch that scary movie you are going to have nightmares tonight”. Or, “if you eat a heavy meal or a banana before you go to sleep you are going to have bad dreams”. Here’s another I’ve heard some parents use as a scare tactic in attempt to get their children to cooperate and go to bed. “If you do go to sleep right now the boogeyman is going to come get you. “Many times I was afraid of something or someone creepy coming out from under my bed or popping out of the closet as I was going to sleep. How could anyone NOT have uncomfortable dreams?
As teenagers and adults our voices and physical appearance are not the only parts of us that change. Our dreams also change. For some our dreams become much more vivid, intense or exciting. We can do things that we couldn’t possibly do in our waking life. I’m sure many of us have dreamt we were able to fly. Or we’re trying to run away from or towards a place or person. Only to feel stuck in the same spot. Feeling like we’re never going to reach our destination.
Dreams speak a universal language and come the of health and wholeness
Dreams bring Spiritual messages from Divine spirit (God), our angels or guides and from our higher self. When the subject of having nightmares was explained in a dream interpretation course I learned, nightmares or bad dreams mainly those dreams that scare or just straight out makes uncomfortable are not what they seem to be. It doesn’t have to mean that Freddy Kruger was going to chase me through my childhood home and down the shower drain. In actuality they are messages we receive when we are being guided to pay attention to specific areas of our waking life. It can have something to do with our physical health an area of bodies that we should get to a physician for or just be aware that there may some event that we’re going to soon face which may cause a negative impact in our lives if not careful. There is much more to our dreaming than we may have known or choose to believe.
I’d like to share a dream from an anonymous dreamer who I’ve had one on one sessions regarding interpreting their dreams. “Everything was good I was sleeping on my bunk and there was a woman under me. Then all of a sudden chaos just breaks out everything started to rot and turn ugly stuff started to come alive like little insects started crawling and I started smashing stuff and when I would smash the insect their blood would become something else like another insect and I had to smash that and I looked at the woman she was all messed up with stuff all over her I could feel the stuff that was crawling on me and I started praying and my praying wasn’t working then it started to work and the woman started to get clean of the stuff that was crawling and she started to light up like Red Green and blue.”
Given the details of this dream & key dream symbols I referred to a dream dictionary associated with Edgar Cayce A.R.E. (Insects and someone covered in insects) can represent inner fears and worry. Emotional depression consuming someone (Woman) can indicate the feminine side of oneself or another. Could be associated with feminine traits (e.g., emotional receptivity, intuition, cooperation, etc.) (Chaos) in dreams can represent overwhelming sense of uncertainty maybe uncertain of the outcome of a specific situation. Anxiety and depression even fear of the unknown. (Praying for and healing someone) represents wanting to heal others or ourselves. The desire to make a problem go away. A desire for a spiritual experience.
As I reviewed this dream and possible meanings I paid attention to my overall feeling and emotions I experienced. Viewing myself as the dreamer, my thoughts on possible messages regarding this dream suggested I’d take a closer look at what am I quietly or secretly worried or anxious about? Being a person of faith in God/Divine Spirit and in prayer. My thoughts are not to give up on myself (hold onto my faith no matter what). I feel that it can also mean I need to be aware of my emotions and reactions to things I cannot control. I possibly may become so overwhelmed with negative energy such as depression. Persistence and faith in prayer and in myself, I will overcome it and be successful leading me to gain strength in areas that I was lacking.
A week later I was speaking with the healing dreamer. They shared with me how they were feeling, that their week was not off to a very positive start. Feelings of rejection, hopelessness, being stuck, frustration leading to anxiety and depression spreading. The fact that this individual was open to their dreams and possible messages they can now take the steps needed to turn their week around for the better.
I’d like to thank this dreamer for sharing and allowing me to use their interesting very vivid & healing dream.
I’d love to know your thoughts about this dream. Are there any other symbols that you were drawn to? Or possible messages to share? Please like and share with those who would be interested.
Today officially marks 8 years that she was taken home. Truth is it doesn’t matter how many years, months, weeks, hours, minutes or even seconds it has been. The fact is that she no longer physically here. As another year passes by with next right behind I continue to live each day appreciating all of life’s precious blessings. My connection with all that is. My spiritual calling with Divine Spirit/God, Photographs and fragrances keep vivid images of our life together. Music, oh how I love music, I can feel the rhythm of all life’s emotions. The beats of every heartbeat, each breath taken. It’s amazing to me that most of us do not think about how certain events or a typical day around the house would be so meaningful and memorable for us throughout the years. Hearing this was one of those times. While driving today I heard a song. One I’ve heard her sing many times. An overwhelming rush of the chills flowed from head to toe. Tears filled my eyes and as my attempt to keep smiling failed,the corners of my mouth twitched as my grin turn into a frown. Singing along out loud was no longer possible for that brief moment. Instead I paid attention to the lyrics. To my surprise there it was, there she was. “Mama” sweet beautiful Mama always had a way of getting through to me.
(Together, by Tierra) “Girl I want you to sit back and close your eyes Think about all those wonderful times that we used to have together Now I know things are not the way they used to be right now But they are going to get better someday and I know that ”
There have been vast studies going back centuries about dreaming and meanings of our dreams. During a Dream interpretation course one of many fascinating articles I read was “Cultural beliefs of Dreaming” MmpRN25RVnNyM05vNUt3/view?usp=drivesdk
Cultural Aspects of Dreaming in the earlier eras is in some acpects similar to the modern cultural aspects of dreaming many choose to believe today. For me before technology and research was created and enhanced through the years collecting all sorts of information from all areas of the world, the cultural beliefs from the early ages were pretty straight forward almost “black and white”. You either believe or you don’t believe that there is a meaning hidden within our dreams. Some remember their dreams and some are unable to remember.
With in my own culture dreams were a result of what was in our mind from the day before. Confusion in my own early days 1980’s through the 1990’s was that dreams had a superstition behind details of a dream not so much actual meanings. There are beliefs in today’s indigious cultures around the world that in manys ways combined beliefs of dreams and their meaning.
Nightmares, bad dreams that left you feeling anxious and scared to even close your eyes and go back to sleep. Waking up crying because you dreamt something about someone that you love has died is considered a nightmare the superstition in that is the person who died in your dream is going to live longer now “you gave them more years” I resonated with this particular belief that is referenced in the article under Interpretations of dreams as predictions of the future.”In Corsica and in Portugal, to dream of someone’s death gives that person longer life. To explain disturbing dreams as “really” something quite different may be assuring”. In my understanding of this indeed was a bit reassuring for me as I had dreams of my mother passing away. As a young girl it was still very uncomfortable to have in my mind even after I was told the meaning and reason behind it. As the years went by and after having more than one bad dream of the death of my mother I chose to believe that I was continuing to give her a longer life. Although it had been many years since I had such a dream, my mother has passed on. My thoughts on this are if this belief was true she would still be with us today. Which takes me to question the possibility that i was foreseeing the loss of my mother that I would physically witness as she suffered a massive heart attack. As mentioned in the same section, “In many cultures, dreams are held to provide knowledge of the future”. Understanding that the reality is that every living being will perish, physically/ The circle of life is inevitable, still I questioned my having the ability to receive messages of the future.
Are they really looking out for my best interest? Have they ever? Experiencing loss of innocence, of love,trust, compassion and acceptance. Teaching me the ways of the world was to keep secrets.
Forgive and be forgiven. To forgive from my heart by prayer and meditation most of all faith. Faith,my reason for not having taken that last step to end it all. End it all what an ironic phrase.
Contemplating taking the leap of death. with no one watching, no one encouraging to take the step forward to my demise much less a step back to live. Or was there someone there all along? A guardian, in the form of calico cats. My spirit animal, my power animal helping guide and give me the power of strength, intuition and of survival. As you jump to and from physical to spiritual realm you come to me in the time of need making your presence known. Showing me that even when I fall I will land on my feet to gracefully leap up again. Embracing the life I was destined to live, releasing the life given to live. No longer will I follow the rules given to fail, with no voice or reason. awaken my intuition giving me insight I originally had only to be covered up, covered by mankind’s expectations and secrets. “God forgive them for they know not what they do” or do they?
If ever two were one, then surely it is we. If ever man were truly loved by his wife, it is thee; If ever wife was gleeful in love with man, tis I I adore thy love more than whole mines of gold, Or all the riches that one doth hold. Our love is most eminent that rivers cannot quench, Nor aught but love from thee give recompense Thy love is inimitable I can no way repay: The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray. Then while we live, in love let’s so perservere, That when we perish, may we live forever.
I love gazing in your eyes and my favorite place in the world is lying in your arms
I believe time has proven that our love is a special bond and it can not be broken, My faith in you, in us has commenced stronger. It matters not the many hurdles and struggles we have faced. Yesterday , today and forever my heart belongs to you.
As the next of kin and guardian of the late Pedro (Pete) Martinez and veteran. I decided to jot down a few words in preparing the inscription for his gravestone which turned into a eulogy and eventually resulting in this blog. Beginning with what I wanted others to know about who he was leading to what I would tell him if he were with me still. As I have spoken on behalf of others who have passed on. Helping with creating a few eulogies for others. This is especially meaningful to me as the Veteran whom I wrote about was my uncle. Please feel free to email or leave a comment or feedback. Helpful thoughts and suggestions are welcomed and appreciated.
Pedro Hernandez Martinez (pete) was a very simple and humble man. Pete was a compassionate wise and knowledgeable soul. Honest and hardworking, a Jack of all trades. There wasn’t a job he was too proud to do. Always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. Especially those who unselfishly helped him when he or his family was in need. He made sure to always help “as long as I can I’ll always help” is what he would say. Whether it was a taco or a dollar, even shoes and saw someone else in need he would happily give it.
Throughout his life Pete carried all the love, happiness & guidance from the memories of his parents, children, family and friends . A man who served in Vietnam he experienced things that stayed within his soul. Memories that he shared with very few. Memories that haunted him even towards the end of his life journey.
Pete had lost many loved ones throughout his life. His parents, son, numerous family members his younger brother my dad Joe on March 16, 2011.Before my dad passed he asked Pete to look out for my family and me. My uncle Pete agreed to honor his younger brother’s last wish. It was something he wanted to do not only because it was requested of him, also because we have always had a close and loving bond, my uncle and I. In 2011 my uncles wishes were that when the time came I would care for him. I vowed to honor his request as he agreed to and fulfilled the request of his brother.
My family and I have so many fond memories of my uncle Pete. Years ago my husband Sam and Pete would spend nights after a weekend barbecue talking and laughing while drinking a few cold ones. “Onta la veronga!?” Was how they greeted each other. Even when Pete no longer drank alcohol. After having his first heart attack which resulted in a double bypass, “where’s the beer at?” was still their greeting. Always an important and supportive person in my life he drove me to the hospital when it was time to deliver my son Cedric and was always at the kid’s birthday parties. These are just a few memories created.
October of 2018 Pete suffered a stroke resulting in memory loss later confirmed as vascular dementia. When it was time for me to care for my uncle, my adult children who had moved out came back to help with caring for him. Our close family friends Dora with her son also came to help and spend time with him. My cousin Leslie who is not related to him only knowing of each other instantly became friends. Even though his dementia had progressed he remembered her and was ok with her calling him “Peter”. Lifelong memories were created for each of us as our bond strengthen more than I could have ever imagined. There was happiness there was sadness, confusion even frustration. There are a couple moments that he yelled at me in anger (After 40 years never had he yelled at me).
Tio Pete’s memorable phrases have become apart of our daily conversations, even the ones with his choice of words. His voice calling our names”Sam” ,”Cedric”, “Layla”,” Julius”, “Julian”,”Angelina” & “Karen” can still be heard in our minds. “We can go anywhere you want to go, you want to go to Tink a Taco or Jacalas” We laugh every time we remember this because although I was given the option of “anywhere ” there were only two choices to pick from. Which were his favorite restaurants to eat at.
My most treasured memory of my uncle Pete is the evening he was transported to a VITAS facility. Not knowing that it would be the last time we would both verbally communicate with each other. He said his goodbye to Sam and myself. Earlier in the day Sam was comforting our uncle praying with him assuring him that everything was ok and he was safe. Pete turned to him and asked “will you remember me?”. Sam replied yes of course he will always remember him, that he was grateful to our uncle for all he was and did for us over the years. That night we sat together in his room talking about what he was doing and how the kids were. Caught off guard when in Spanish he told me “te voy echar menos” (I’m going to miss you). Looking at him smiling was the only reply I could give without breaking down. He continued.. “deberías te voy echar mucho menos mija” (really, I’m really going to miss you mija). Finally I responded that I wanted to care for him that it was him and I taking care of each other. How much I love and appreciate him being apart of my life and caring for me as he always did. For Being my Tio Pete. As he was leaving my uncle Pete waved me goodbye and blew me a kiss. This was the last time I was to hear his voice and see him physically awake.
The following days my oldest son Julian was at uncle Pete’s bedside day and night, playing music for him letting him know he wasn’t alone. Leslie also spent a couple of nights there at the facility. Both assured that Pete (Peter) was being taken care of. Pete was slipping away his body was shutting down yet, still holding on. Praying and asking what was he waiting for who was he waiting for? I remembered my uncle had been asking for Dora over the past week. Saturday, June 16,2019 Dora walked in and announced herself he showed signs of acknowledging her presence. She sat with him for a while saying her goodbye. Not long after everyone was out of the room and I was distracted in a conversation with Leslie, Pedro Hernandez Martinez Peacefully slipped away to his paradise with our Lord and past loved ones.
Thank you for your service may you rest in eternal peace
There is information and resources I wish I knew about years ago when I was confused and lost about what Autism was. Luckily there has been more studies conducted leading to an increasing amount of information on the internet and in books. My knowledge mainly comes from real life experiences, being childhood friends with the father of Jeremy (in the photo) along with a few other individuals who are parents or caregivers of children diagnosed with the same or similar disabilities. Living life with a specific disorder not only life affects day to day living for the family. Let us think about how the actual human being living with it.
As the list of specific disorders is never ending. I’ll focus more on the Autism spectrum and touch on a few other disorders. Self educating myself on asperger’s syndrome for about 15 years now I still have much to learn. This is a given for us parents and educators who have one or more extraordinary individuals in our lives, either our own children, students even friends. I quote “we still have much to learn” due to the fact that we all grow from infants to children, young adolescents, adulthood and eventually Elderly or senior citizens. In all actuality we never stop learning about ourselves and others.No matter where they are on the autistic spectrum there are stages of life. It’s best to continue increasing our knowledge and assist as they grow in and out of these stages.
Autism spectrum disorders include social, communication, and behavioral challenges. These problems can be mild, severe, or somewhere in between. The types of autism are:
Asperger’s syndrome disorder
Pervasive developmental disorder, not otherwise specified (PDD-NOS).
Sensory or sensory processing issues
Reading early or high intelligence
Before I ever heard of the Autistic spectrum disorder I only knew of a few disorders or what was considered an illness.
There was Down syndrome in which I have very little experience with this particular illness. What knew growing up was it was due to a genetic disorder. These individuals were similar in distinct facial features and have difficulties with their speech.
Mental retardation (MR) by the way Which was really troublesome for me to hear or say as a child. I felt it was insulting and just morally wrong in some way. I know now it’s pretty much caused by how I heard others use the term. Usually said as a “put down” used as loosely as the word stupid.
Another disorder I was aware of but knew very little about is Cerebral palsy. When reading on this I realized that it is similar to the autism spectrum. There is information about the co-occurrence with cerebral palsy and autism.
My thoughts on these various disorders is we should all educate ourselves and others on how to understand the importance of knowing what the symptoms, what type of diagnosis and how to help the one diagnosed. Second opinions are important when diagnosing someone with a lifelong disability. Most of all as parents do not blame yourself, do not put down you’re being a parent or even question your worth as a parent. If you stumbled across this blog or any other article searching for answers or help, let this be confirmation that you are worthy and meant to be a parent you’re the perfect parent for this perfect being. We live and learn. Keep up the good work.
Cousins, friends and survivors Being what is called “second cousins” we have been the closest of cousins ever since we were babies. Our parents also having a strong bond growing up in Hispanic culture family is important. As grown married adults the family is encouraged to stay close by the elders. However, this isn’t always the case. Personalities an point of views change. Spouses don’t always mesh well with the family possibly because of their own upbringing. In our case thankfully our parents did. As a generation from the 60’s and 70’s our parents were “far out” survivors of the hippie era. As they became parents the party life slowed down a bit. Family gatherings were not as often. A typical gathering became far and in-between. They usually happen when there was a death in the family. Sad as it was those are the times my cousin Leslie and I were happy to be at as young girls. We’d get to see each other spend time laughing or getting into some kind of trouble. Then when the adults were done “adulting” it was time to say goodbye, until the next gathering. After throwing a fit and our parents agreeing to us getting together again soon we would happily part ways.
All was normal for us as we grew up into teens, exchanging addresses to write one another. Letters was our form of communication. Few phone calls. Cell phones were not available at the time. At least not for us. This did not bother or interfere with our communication and bonding. Leslie and I were content with writing and receiving letters.
As our lives started changing as expected, just as our parents experienced. Leslie sent me her graduation picture and invitation with her letter as for me, I sent a baby shower invitation with mine. Life definitely was different, letters sent and received became less often. The one thing that we both knew was that we were sure to see each other at the next funeral of our elders or few birthday parties of our parents or cousins.
Now adults, I being a mother and soon to be married Leslie was moving out on her own and living the single life. It so happened that my now husband was born and raised in the Southside of town as my cousin was. We were closer to each other we were able to make our own plans and get together as often as we wanted!
As mentioned several times, so far funeral gatherings had been a normal part of my cousins and my usual time to catch up. Only they weren’t as fun as when we were young girls. The reason for this is because the funerals were not for the 3rd or 4th generation’s of the family. The funerals were for our parents. Slowly and one by one my cousin and I would lose our father’s and mother’s followed a year or so after. Our bond is strangely strong and beautiful. We have been there for each other through the most difficult times of our lives. We have gone months even years without communication and will always catch up as if we talked everyday. Her father passed shortly after, her mother too passed. I was there with and for my cousin while her world was falling apart right before her eyes. Not many years later my father past then my mother followed a year later. Yes, she was there for me at the time my own world was falling apart as well. Years later my cousin met the man who would capture her heart and show her how it was to be loved and taken care of. As I felt early on that she would meet the man who was going love her and I was grateful for prayers answered and happy for them. We grew distant for a few years due to our personal lives. I knew she not alone and I neither was I being that my family was growing by becoming a grandmother.
Present day, it’s been a few months now that my cousin lost the man who showed her what it was to be loved and to love them back. The day before I found out about his passing, oddly enough I was thinking of the time she told me about this guy who was persistent to go out with her and how I had prayed for her to find love and love find her. Needless to say I was there for and with her at the funeral. Years of not being in constant contact , we caught up over a margarita and have been in constant contact since then. Now it seems to be my time of mourning yet again. My Elderly uncle who I’m caring for, recently was confirmed that he can pass on at anytime now. And who is there for my not just me but for my family? Yes, my beautiful cousin and friend Leslie. Being raised in Hispanic culture and the countless funerals attended has not been a coincidence its been the foundation for what our lives together would be like. Since we were young girls, teenagers and adults. She’s got my back and I have hers. No amount of time or distance has nor will ever change our bond. We are Friends, we are survivors we are cousins for life. primas por vida