zanelle

zanelle
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I am here in cyberspace trying to understand the true nature of reality. My artwork can be seen in the blog link below. http://suzannesmith0.wix.com/stucco-by-zanelle#!home/mainPage

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NOVEMBER 13, 2012 8:05AM

You Are My Sunshine

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   I am watching the Long Island Medium find a sign that says "You are my Sunshine, My only Sunshine" in a little store.  She remembers that her Grandma always sang that song and she bought it for her daughter who was leaving for college. 

  It reminded me that my deceased father liked that song too and I think of him every time I hear it.  I wonder if he is a spirit now that the Long Island Medium could contact.  If she was in this room with me would she feel his presence.

   I know Dad's spirit helps my mom and I with simple things and complex situations.  I would like to think that he is around but I don't want him to see me overeat or have sex.  I want him to be proud of me but not to interfere with what I have to do.  I think it is a little creepy to think of all the spirits around.

 I wonder if my deceased boyfriend's soul is sitting here.  We still seem to share a laugh now and then and I know he was happy here.  If I were him I would hang around.  I wonder if he sees me overeat, have sex and cry.  It makes me laugh to think of all the things spirit must be able to see.

   I think they come around us when we are thinking of them.  It must be some sort of magnetic pull to attract a soul.  If they are thinking of us then they come around in our space.  Time and space are such an illusion that it is a wonder we don't all see spirits like the Long Island Medium does.

   My mom has felt spirit pull twice.  Once her husband, my dad, wanted her to go back to their bed after he died.  That is where he died.  His last words were 'I love you'.  The other time she felt her twin brother hovering over her bed.  I tell my deceased boyfriend to go and take her dancing.  So far none of them seem to be able to get her to the other side.  She has her feet planted firmly on this earth.  

  Is it imagination that makes some people feel spirit more than others?  I have a good one but I have never felt anything really out of this world.  When I listen to the Long Island Medium talk about the other side I love all the crazy details.  I like her messages of hope and healing.  She tries very hard to be on the good side of spirit.  I think she has lots of fear from having her gift. 

  There can be really scary things that come thru from the other side.  I sometimes feel voices that I know are inside me and yet they seem perfectly logical considering my life history.  I do not feel haunted but I do wonder at the influence of the things we can imagine.  

  "You are my sunshine." Dad.  I wonder if you take other forms and slide all over the universe now.  Perhaps you have found another earthly body and are able to move and feel again on this plane?  I have heard that someday we will be able to talk to the dead just like we talk to Aunts and Uncles in far off states.   A direct line to the other side would make things very complicated.

 

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Yeah, these spirits…like my own mom and dad…how and in what manner do they observe us?
I must assume that they are eternal now. Seeing the panorama of their existence, now ended, differently , now that they got the big perspective. Mom and Dad are often felt as near me, out in the world, but…when I speak to them they seem to know me and what I am and all the things, like sex and bad thoughts, they go along with, knowing that life on this plane of existence is process…its only permanent feature is its neverending change..

And here’s the thing: I am still alive, still able to change my ways. Them? Not so much. They are who they always were, with all their faults and good features…but..done. Complete. We still are evolving.
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I suspect they come around to experience some of the stuff
they never got to, when they were here on earth.
That song first recorded in 1939, is an official state song of Louisiana. Performed on the campaign trail by former governor Jimmie Davis; it's copyright 1940 with words and music by Jimmie Davis and Charles Mitchell, but the original was written by Oliver Hood. "Sunshine" has quite a bit of history. R&R ;-)
I Keep trying to be like a LEAF and Leave.
I Love That ` Sunshine Song. Great Feel.
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I sing a version of a old Church Song?
A Parson always kissed the pretty girls.
The Young girls were suspect of pervert.
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I sing` My Darling Annabella
If all the World Coud See
What Great Love Resides
In My Heart For My Dear
Dear Darling Annabella
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She always places her hands over her ears.
She really Pretends to abhor my Baritone.
She wishes I sing Solo so She No Hear me.
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Louis is three and sing Happy Birthday to me.
I have taught him How to do a Farmer Rocket.
That to Save on Hanky. You blow out Ya Snot.
Why blow nose and save Goo-Snot in Pockets?
Beauty . . .
No Blow Mucous On James Me. E's suit coat.
jmac1949 ` ?' He don't mind. He dress sloppy.
I Keep trying to be like a LEAF and Leave.
I Love That ` Sunshine Song. Great Feel.
`
I sing a version of a old Church Song?
A Parson always kissed the pretty girls.
The Young girls were suspect of pervert.
`
I sing` My Darling Annabella
If all the World Coud See
What Great Love Resides
In My Heart For My Dear
Dear Darling Annabella
`
She always places her hands over her ears.
She really Pretends to abhor my Baritone.
She wishes I sing Solo so She No Hear me.
`
Louis is three and sing Happy Birthday to me.
I have taught him How to do a Farmer Rocket.
That to Save on Hanky. You blow out Ya Snot.
Why blow nose and save Goo-Snot in Pockets?
Beauty . . .
No Blow Mucous On James Me. E's suit coat.
jmac1949 ` ?' He don't mind. He dress sloppy.
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It's funny, but I somehow get that once we are on the other side of the curtain, so to speak, our judgment drops away and pure acceptance with love is all we feel. Maybe that's pie-in-the-sky, but it certainly seems reasonable. Bodies and personal experience can constrict a person's ability to feel for others. We may not mean to, but there it is. Love is the answer. Love and only love cleanses the way between people.
This is a lovely, wondering and curious post, Ms Z.
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(rate won't take...I am bummed)
Huh! Whaddaya know? t stuck after all! :)
While I don't hold w the belief in spirits, I do, on occasion, talk to the portrait of Ali here in my office. I'll become concerned if h talks back.

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I really hope my Dad has not seen all the bad things I've done. He didn't drink, smoke and was the ultimate family man. He would be very disappointed.
Sometimes things happen for me and I know it;s them. I don;t get chills or whatver but they do make their presence known to me. Dancing could be a good thing.
Sorry to be so late Zanelle.. this place needs spirit to run it..
HUGGGG
Great post! I have to see this show. I keep meaning to. That song my mom sang me and I sang for my boys. I think love connects all of our souls eternally.
I was watching the LIM the other night too. I got up to do something and my mother's measuring cups started to rattle on the shelf, every step I took. I looked at her photograph on my bookcase and asked her if she were there, and nothing happened. Eh. I love it she makes people calm. I think she'd probably give me the creeps.
Love it, Zanelle. You're on to it, I feel. Just the other day, I told my sister that the last time that I had seen my mother, gone now 15 years, was on the porch of my brother's house; he's been gone now 7 years. She just looked at me as though I am hallucinating. You what?, she says. Yeah, there she was sitting there and I woke when she spoke to me about something that we had always talked about ...
It's like that, right. If we can imagine that there is this undefined communication - like lovers' telling looks -- then are we not getting it all. Or, maybe we do, but hurriedly sweep these glances, thoughts and winking nuances somewhere we are afraid to go. Or so we tell ourselves. R >>>>> Thanks for sharing your engaging post.
Grief is such a healing thing. Thank you for showing us your heart here.