I am responsible for what I think, feel and perceive an experience to be.

Hello world. The following was written 4/26/2015.

I woke up the other morning to a post from my son on FB. My son is in the military and has been “out” for the last few weeks on location in the woods. His post was about a dream he had about His grandfather. In his dream he was sitting there and his grampa was telling him how much he loved him. He then told my son it was time for him to go. When my son asked where his grampa was going his grampa told him, “I am going home. I am finally going home.” When my son woke up he wandered around the woods looking for a cell phone signal. When he finally found one he found out His grampa had died the day before.

My guidance was to tell my son his Grampa was gifting him with a final visit to tell him goodbye and that he was proud of him and that he loved him. That he understood that my son loved him and that it was never his choice to not be there with him when he was little. The next day I received a text from my son telling me, “I miss you mom.” My response was a simple, “I miss you too Son. I love you.”

Yesterday I spent the day with my mother. We talked about God. For years my mother has refused to talk to me in any way about what I have been dealing with mentally, emotionally, or spiritually. Her response was usually along the lines of I don’t believe as you do so I think what you are doing is against God. That was her perceptions. Yesterday as we talked for the first time she didn’t say that…