Not According to Egoic Wants but Those of the Soul

Edited: this post was written in March 2009, and have no idea why it parked itself at top page since I didn't even 'tweak' it.

Feels a bit strange to be doing this because I didn't know I could have a free of charge blog until yesterday - thanks to Rev David Graham, ('Zoltan' who saw my comments in One Cosmos blogspot) who urged me via thunderous (3) emails I had to write about the things that introduced themselves to the awareness of my Soul. I responded with all manner of excuses why I couldn't do it, while being intrigued by the possibility of having my space and to my heart's content riff about my mystical experiences.

He didn't care that I whined about my non-existent computer skills: "God helps those who help themselves" - were his marching orders. So I relented and timidly began scribbling with lots of spelling errors and terrible grammar. But I didn't care because I didn't think anyone would read it. I was just happy cyber bullies were not attacking me. I didn't know what all those icon thingies stood for - one of which was spell checker. I didn't want to click on anything to avoid braking something. I didn't know I could edit posts, or that I could see the number of visitors. . .and when months later, I did click my way to where I could see the number of visitors, I was shocked at the number because I didn't tell anyone I had a blog.

At best - I thought - if I do this, my sons and daughters will know what their mama was up to all those years. One thing I know with uncompromising certainty, is that acting in concert with Universal Harmony opens the doors of Liberating Possibilities, and its Will-Essence imparting one's soul with Divine Vitality.

In this blog I will attempt to convey the hows' and the whys' of my spiritual awakening journey (unsolicited) Kundalini awakening, style. Seems odd, because not so very long ago (17 years ago) I wanted to live in a forest, "away from the insanity of the world, make my own soap and write children's books." It didn't pen out, though we tried and tried.
Living a simple life without any whatsoever aspirations after worldly goods, deeply yearning to see "a sane world one day."

I did keep a bit of a journal from which I'll be quoting some 'otherworldly' events, from the perspective of a Walker of Both Worlds - something that even in my wildest imagination wouldn't occur to me the thought one day I will be sharing on the Internet.
Today I feel like sharing my "Angel winking moment" - something that happened last year while watching television documentary on Angels, and while at it, include my Mama's mystical experience - because the 'flavour' of both is identical.

My 'angel winking' story includes email quotes I wrote the day I watched Decoding Christianity (April 2, 2008). Snippet: "Was it meant for my eyes only that the town's square (in Italy) angel statue left eye winked at around the 10:46/7/8 ish PM o'clock mark? Or, it was a computer simulated winking-jest moment? (it was a full/complete eyelid closed 'wink'). It wouldn't be the first time the Divine supernaturally communicated its people-nearness."
Two or three days later I received the following response: "We are looking into it."

Something silmilar 'happened' to my Mother while watching television program on Christian iconography. At some point Mother Mary's face in its (now) close-up form, lit up with radiant smile, causing Mama to release the flow of bhakti tears. . . "I was still crying when Krystyna (friend) came over, and alarmed, asked: "What happened?! What's wrong!?" . So she told her, "And then we both cried!"

May 1st, a short reply from Decoding Christianity folks: "We're sorry it's taken a while to get back to you. We checked with the producers regarding your inquiry. They conveyed that they did not have the statue wink in the documentary."

Mother did pray to Mother Mary every night. On my last visit overseas I witnessed a tender Mama / Holly Mary moment. . .Her friend had just returned from a visit to some holy sight and gave Mama white ceramic bottle shaped in the Mother Mary, image/statue filled with Holy Water. After the friend left, radiant with joy Mama kissed Mother Mary's image and whispered, "My most beautiful one."