Friday, April 30, 2010

Guilty Pleasures

Why, you may ask is John Edwards a guilty pleasure?
I made the mistake of watching the show with my husband one time—big mistake. He would not let me enjoy it at all, he complained the whole time about how general this or that comment was and how he was fishing here or making it up there! He just took all the fun out of watching that show with him, so now the show has moved over to my long list of what I like to call “guilty pleasures”—not because I feel guilty for watching it alone, but because I don’t feel guilty!
The Ghost Whisperer is another such show, that I have to watch when he goes out of town. Add to that all the BBC shows that I love and now Twilight!
He has his own “guilty pleasures” shows—Man vs. Wild, Survivor Man or whoever those guys are that eat bugs and freeze to death in some remote part of the planet. Then he has the Mithbusters and Dirty Jobs, basically all the shows he loves to watch with the boys without the “euhs” and “yucks!” that he gets to hear from me.
…So why not, right? Why can’t John Edwards have a gift?
I guess part of me always wonders if he is for real or a total fraud. I lean toward believing in his gift… why not? Doesn’t the Bible say that we are all given gifts?

1 Corinthians 12: 7-10

While the jury is still out on John Edwards, I have to say that I do believe that some people have gifts. I have seen them in my family and friends. Prehaps you are gifted in some way?

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

John Edward Special (2/5)

Jen's near death experience and spiritual journey.

About a year ago I had a liver cyst rupture and I almost bleed to death on my bathroom floor. I knew I was dying. I almost did die right in front of my 14 year old daughter. I had a near death experience in the hospital, I saw my Father in the emergency room, he has been dead for ten years now, I saw him come into the emergency while I was laying there deathly ill, I had been at the hospital emergency for about six hours waiting to see a Doctor and slowly bleeding to death which they hadn't yet figured out. My Dad looked good and just as I remembered him with his long beard and ponytail but he was different, he did look younger and healthier he was whole now. He didn't speak to me but he did communicate to me through body language and compassionate loving facial expressions and feelings, It was very comforting to see my Dad and it helped me. It seemed so normal and natural to see him sitting in the room with me. After my surgery I saw many other people on the other side. They were all around us in the hospital room. They are always with us. I had a nurse to my side whom only I could see, she was moving energies in my liver. I could could see her in my minds eye when I closed my physical eyes, I could see others this way too. I saw a black tunnel begin to materialize, I was so cool with it and I told nobody. I remember the feeling of total surrender and no resistance, I felt peace, no fear or attachment to this physical world.
The tunnel quickly disappeared. And I lived.
This is just a brief account of what I experienced. Now that I think about it, I have quite a few mystical experiences in my life. I think of them as little gems or gifts, they guide me and heal me. They polish the mirror of my soul.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Goose bumps

I love to hear stories that give you goose bumps, or that make the hairs on the back of your head stand on end.
More importantly I love to have those for myself. Not the creepy kind, the nice kind--like when I was sixteen and balling my head off in my bedroom because of some teenage drama that I can't even remember now. But what I do remember was the experience I had.
I was miserable, so I prayed. I wasn't kneeling, I was sitting on my bed in the fetal position, I had let loose and was sobbing like a mad woman--but still prayed.
Then I felt a hug.
I stopped sobbing and all my senses became keener. I strained my hearing and opened my eyes, expecting to see my mom there next to me.
But no... . I was alone.
By now I couldn't cry anymore and I tried to recall exactly what it was that I had just felt. It was a hug, a very real tangible hug--brief yes, but a hug none-the-less. I cannot deny it nor will I ever.