That’s right! You heard me! Yesterday, I was attacked by a sneak terriorist! And I have the bloody scars to prove it.
It was about as authentic a terriorist as you can find and it struck without warning. There I was, walking along the beach for a little exercise in the October sunshine…minding my own business, watching a small dog frolic in the waves… when WHOMP! There I was, landing on my hip, then rolling on my back, staring at the bloody stump of my hand! If a bomb had landed or a grenade had been thrown, it couldn’t have happened with less warning.
Today, I pieced together the events and realized that it could have been worse. Much worse!
Just as luck would have it, my left hand had inadvertently gotten in the way of the real target: my bare, upper back thigh, unprotected by my bathing suit or light gym shorts. One second before, I had been striding along, my arm swinging in its usual arc, and fortunately for me, the swing was such that the bony back of my hand took the hit. Of course, there were those great big veins there, and two of them gushed like firehoses, the minute I was struck. But, i would hate to think of the shape my sitting part would be in now without that hand to stave off the force of the sudden explosive assault.
No, our Gulf coastline is not under attack. No, Deepwater Horizon is not still slinging shrapnel from over by the Texas shore…and I don’t think it ever was. No, a shark didn’t leap out of the water, with no shore bird around to warn me. But, the terriorist was definitely connected to wild life, in that he, himself, was a little bit wild.
Wildly upset that I had encroached upon his territory! Wildly defending his right to bear arms! Wildly defending his right to attack arms! My arms!
I, somehow, even as I rolled away from him, instinctively knew his name. The words: Jack Russell came to me, clear as a bell! And he was very small for all the power he delivered… and was very ready to deliver again. Oh, he was a terriorist, all right!
A Jack Russell Terrier to be exact and I was lucky to be just out of leash length or he would have finished me off, alright! His horrified owners scooped him up and brought me a small towel, which I proceeded to fill with much blood. She explained that her ex was a policeman and had taught this feisty one to be a guard dog. She took him off to the car while her, (much-nicer-than-the-ex), boyfriend came with me into the surf to spill some shark-attractant into the water.
Then, he proficiently bound my hand with the bloody towel and began to apply pressure to the middle of my palm, holding it high in the air until the bleeding stopped as did all sensation. I commented: “You know just what you’re doing, don’t you?” He turned out to be a nurse on the open-heart surgery ward at the best hospital in town. Now, how’s that for landing in good hands?
He calmly explained that I could have all the details about the dog because when I went with a dog bite to the doctor’s, that it was the law that the dog be reported to the authorities. I imagined huge fines or maybe, euthanasia and said that I don’t mess much with medicine, in general, and that I could tell that this was only a flesh wound which happened over a very large exposed vein, so I knew that it would heal rapidly with no need for emergency care. Besides, the dog was defending his “terrioritory” and just doing what small dogs will sometimes do. He had never bitten anyone before and they were so horrified that I know he will be muzzled when they bring him into public again. His shots are up-to-date, as are mine. So, what’s the problem?
So, when the bleeding stopped, we packed some ice around my hand and bound it in the towel. I cut my walk short to return down the beach to my car and drive home. Hydrogen Peroxide and Ibuprophen were all the doctoring I needed and today things are rapidly on the mend.
They are a nice young couple. The dog is old and fat and cranky. They will do the right thing and keep that little terriorist under control without my having to get “Up In Arms” with fear, anger and road rage, and get into the middle of their business and tell them how to do it. We all acted like grownups yesterday.
Except little Jack Russell. But they never do, anyway.
(This question has to do with points brought up in recent studies pioneered by Dr. Michael Newton, author of Journey of Souls, concerning Life Before Lives. In past life regression hypnotherapy, he has enabled people to relive their pre-birth planning for their present life. Then he reports the method that their eternal soul uses to combine with the fetus which will serve as its new Earth body. Since this idea was new to me, I asked a series of questions about it. Here is the answer that The Holy Spirit gave to the above question about whether the presence of a soul provides an extra energy to a human body:
“Not directly, because that human will survive without the input of the soul during its lifetime, even if the soul is present, but masked and denied. Plus, with some artificial insemination methods of today when scientists oversee the creation of the embryo, the resulting human may miss out altogether on the combination with a soul, since this addition needs to be coordinated with a Higher Level. That lack can be addressed later if such a human opens to the spiritual life. So, it is possible for a human to function on a biological level without even missing the inner component of a spiritual soul.
But, there is an extra energy available within the soul of the human, which can be accessed by turning in a spiritual direction. This is very observable and I don’t think anyone would argue about that, especially if they have access to their inner soul source and draw upon it habitually.
Respectfully speaking, the soul is also energized by being a part of a human being’s life. It could never function alone in this vibrational dimension, so it is absolutely dependent upon a good relationship with its physical counterpart. Together, they function very, very well with both of them exercising their own free will, but needing the other half to make things work out to the best of everyone’s ability.
This is the first marriage that any human faces. Each spouse – the physical brain and the spiritual soul – must learn to co-exist within the temple of their own body. Those who have the most success with this union, will have a beautiful chance at making a successful earthly marriage. Again, here is a pattern in microcosm, which can also be found farther up the ladder in macrocosm. Those with successful marriages have a better chance of creating a harmonious society, and so on and so forth.
The simple things become more complex, but at the base, it’s all about the marriage of the material and the spiritual.”
I now have two blogsites up and running and I invite you to pop on over and visit my new one www.insecretdiffusion.com which promotes my new book: In Secret Diffusion: The Upper Realm Answers Questions About The Holy Spirit. That site has a page which allows anyone to submit a question for me to ask The Holy Spirit. Then, within a few days, I will take dictation of His Answer and post it. That will work in this blogsite, as well, so I will probably run parallel, at least for awhile.
My friend, Judy, hadn’t even finished reading her copy of the above book….in fact, she was just opening it to random pages and reading various topics, so far; but within the first few days, she bought three books to send to her friends. One of them was Carol, whom she had just met during a nursing certification test. Carol now wants to order three books to send to her friends, and so it goes, with the pond ripples just spreading outward.
Well, Carol has the honor of becoming the first person to take me up on the offer to take some Upper Dictation on her submitted question and she was wondering if her computer bingo pastime, on which she spends no money, was okay…since it still is technically gambling. (I’ll take her word for it, though I never thought of it as that) Anyway, The Holy Spirit really got rolling on the Major topic of gambling with a capital G, and the portion that applied to Carol was buried down towards the end. So, I had to tell her not to worry right at the beginning or she might have palpitated.
That’s the fun of all these questions from the public. We never know where something might lead. Maybe they’ll add up to another book:
(10-04-10) Carol Savage of Tampa, Florida, was the first person to post a question on my In Secret Diffusion website.
What are His feelings on gambling? On the computer, like Bingo?
Oh my Holy Spirit! Let’s take up the whole subject and range of gambling, in general, and then let’s get specific about the modern internet versions. How do You feel about gambling?
“In general, it’s a terrible thing that has plagued society down through the ages. I cannot tell you how much grief gambling has caused and it fuels criminal activities. At the roots of gambling is fund-raising for the huge business of organized crime. Sometimes, it has a pretty face on it, such as the lottery, purported to be, (and actually) supporting education in the United States; but this (educational connection) is one of the most insidious developments in the field of gambling in recent times, because it has virtually extended its reach into the homes, in the name of the children.
This one move has legitimized the act of taking a chance for a small investment in favor of the far-fetched possibility of becoming an instant millionaire. This has educated legions of people to pay a dollar at the supermarket, or convenience store, hoping to get out of poverty with just one hard-earned dollar bill. Instead, they spend a great deal of their salary on futile hopes and dreams and deprive their children of needed nutrition, excusing the whole business because it “supports education in their State.”
This is a terrible extension of the long and sticky fingers of the Gambling Entity directly affecting your society, which calls itself so modern-day and so free of domination!
Gambling soon becomes an addiction and it can destroy just as effectively as drug use or alcoholism. There is much more to say about gambling. Mostly, it destroys above and below the carpet. In the disguise of respectability, it addicts a new crop of willing players with its flash of easy money and its ever-present availability. No longer must gamblers go to smoky poker rooms to feed their addiction. It is now all around them, on every store counter and on every computer, so that they can indulge their newfound taste for high-risk stakes, right there in the open and without the company of others in a game.
Their gambling can escape even their own detection when they pay with a credit card and don’t even keep track of how much they are losing at these daily pursuits. It will, eventually, click into an addictive behavior pattern, embedded in the brain, and one little harmless gambling game can lead to other, more expensive and complicated, diversions… especially after a few wins. The youth are also being lured into this very available vice.
Linda Brown! This is a very important question because it’s an age-old rot in the heart of any society and it has always been practiced.
In more primitive societies, it has been almost entirely, a male occupation… casting bets with stones or dice thrown on the earth… but it had nothing to do with women and children. Over the centuries, the games became much more sophisticated and the stakes much higher, but it was still mainly a masculine vice. Only in this previous century, have women liberated themselves enough to shoulder their way up to the poker tables, and now even grandmothers spend their pensions on the lottery, along with everyone else. And don’t even get Me started on the prospects for future involvement as the computer opportunities to lose money proliferate in the small and apparently innocent games like poker and Bingo.
Bingo used to be a church-sponsored, social activity with penny-ante betting and it is still a happy social event, if only a few dollars are at stake during an evening out with friends. I do not mind people “gambling” under such circumstances. The act itself is completely neutral with God. It is not evil, in and of itself, if it remains in the category of a game, made a little more fun when there is something more valuable to win. It all relates to whether the pursuit is genuinely harmless, or whether it is only apparently innocent and actually is a part of a whole fabric called Addictive Gambling.
Under that carpet lies a deep and dark Empire, which thrives on every dollar spent, no matter what game or ticket of chance it is spent upon. Horses, sports, lotteries, internet gambling, etc… every dollar is a fund-raising dollar to continue the Kudzu vine of the organized institution of the Gambling World of Existence.
Kudzu is extremely hard to eradicate and it can cover the countryside, one house and one abandoned car at a time. People who regularly gamble are pouring fertilizer on Kudzu and perpetuating its existence far into the future, seriously compromising the lives of their little kiddies, whose educational system has now become addicted to receiving lottery dollars.
Does this answer your question?”
Yes! Whew! Yikes!