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Signs of Spirit
Signs of Spirit
In 2005, we became aware that even though spirit is invisible to the eye, it’s characteristics can be observed in ourselves and others.
Signs of Spirit are evidence of the existence of the unseen spirit. They are characteristics that can be observed in ourselves and others. Once known and recognized as coming from spirit, we can choose to activate and cultivate them in ourselves, thus living as spirits in daily life.
We call these characteristics “signs of spirit” because they demonstrate the presence of spirit, just as a heartbeat and breathing our “signs of life” for the body.
We have been writing first-person short stories about our experiences observiing signs of spirit in ourselves and others and also about how we intentionally use these spirit abiities in our daily lives.
Our intent in sharing these stories is to make it more kown in the world that spirit exists and exists in each and every human being in addition to all of Life. Perhaps our stories will inspire you to find these signs of spirit in yourself and others.
On Friday Larry and I decided it was time to set up our garden for the summer.
We have a lot of gophers where we live, so we garden in half-barrels from local wineries, placed on cinder blocks for drainage and filled with potting soil, compost, and manure.
We had purchased four new half-barrels at the end of the season last year, so we needed to buy more potting soil and cinderblocks.
We bought the potting soil at a big box store and then needed to go next door to the big box building materials store to get the cinder blocks.
We could see there was a line to get inside the store because of the coronavirus social distancing.
Two days after Thanksgiving 2018.
I had eaten too much turkey and stuffing, but that didn’t explain the constant pressure and pain on my chest.
It felt like a 1500-pound horse was sitting on my chest!
As you could imagine this made it quite hard to breathe. No amount of laying my body on its side or back helped at all.
I told Debra I needed to go to the hospital because of pain and pressure on my chest. She agreed to go with me, since she prefers to be with me.
So we drove to the nearest hospital, about two miles away. It was closed! I practiced my four letter words while muttering about hospitals that closed without even a sign at the street saying, “Hospital Closed!”
We drove to the next hospital, which was quite busy. The large waiting room held about 75 people in varying degrees of needing medical care.
I told the intake person I thought I was having a heart attack, because of the constant pressure and pain on my chest. I expected to see a doctor right away, because I knew that a heart attack requires immediate medical treatment.
As I write this in April 2020, death is the topic of the day. Every day. Every day for the past month as the coronavirus covid-19 is rampaging the world.
The attitude of the United States and many other countries of the world seems to be to save human lives at all costs, including shutting down much of the economy and the death of many businesses and indeed life as we have known it.
But as a spirit, I am not concerned about the death of my body, for it is only my body. I know that I am an immortal spirit that will live on and on, regardless of how many bodies die.
I had an experience when this body was twenty-something years old.
My doctor told me I needed to have a medical procedure and that my body would die if I didn’t have it. At the time I was extremely sensitive to toxic chemicals and there was also concern about giving me anesthetic. On my doctor’s recommendation, I agreed to do this very painful procedure on my body without anesthetic.
As a spirit, I perceive myself as being beyond birth and death. When I choose to, I can inhabit a body and have a life. When I leave that body, the body no longer functions, but I still exist.
At the end of June, in 1999, my great aunt Louise departed her body. It was a very beautiful and inspiring experience for me.
My brother and I always called her “Aunty Baby” because she was the youngest of five children and she was always called “Baby” in her family. She had a strikingly beautiful body in her youth and worked as a model until she married a wealthy businessman. When he died prematurely, leaving her a widow, she went against all her family expectations and began to study Eastern philosophy, long before that was popular in America. She became the assistant of one of the first gurus who came to America from India and helped him extensively with his work. I always thought she was the most interesting of my aunts and uncles, and though she was a bit eccentric, I admired her strong self-determinism and loving service to others.
About six months ago I was reading a book about communication which instructed me to communicate with the other person how I felt about the situation. Hmmm. I actually stopped reading the book right there because to communicate a feeling presupposes that you have the ability to be aware of your feeling, identify it as a specific feeling and then communicate one’s feeling to another person.
I’ve had attention on this since and did some research about emotions, but still was having difficulty with this. It seemed to me that there should be list of general emotions with related sub-emotions and I should be able to understand each emotion, be able to recognize it in myself, be able to produce that emotion when I wanted to, and recognize it in other people when they were displaying it.
But none of that gave me more understanding of emotions or improved my ability to recognize or control my own.
Last night I was awake in the middle of the night, so I decided to read a book that Larry had just pulled out of storage for me.
I opened it and immediately there were passages I wanted to highlight but couldn’t because it was Larry’s book. So I reached for a pad of post-it-notes that I keep in a little basket next to my bed, just for occasions such as this.
There weren’t very many post-its left on the pad, so I started tearing them in thirds so I wouldn’t have to get up and go outdoors to my office in another building to get more.
I kept reading and tearing and posting until I ran out of post-its.
After nearly a month of shelter-in-place, each of us was getting tired of it in our own ways. Though we live together and so can have close physical proximity, Larry was feeling annoyed that there seemed to be no safe way to touch other people and Debra was feeling uncomfortable about not being able to visit and hug her friends. Physical touch is a vital part of communication and expression of love.
Larry had an idea to tell a love story about two people who had to stay six feet apart due to the danger of virus transmission. His idea was that they would have a rope with loops on each end that was six feet apart. They could walk down a road six feet apart, each holding a loop of the rope in their hand.
On the evening of 31 March 2020 I was walking past the living room in the house where I live with Larry and his family. Other family members were watching a news program on television about covid-19.
Just at the moment I passed by, a segment came on about cloistered nuns. Because we are all sheltering-in-place to protect against exposure to CoVID-19, a news reporter had the idea that since cloistered nuns don’t leave the convent, they might have some tips for those of us who are now sheltering-in-place.
The nuns did have a few suggestions about how tv viewers could keep occupied but didn’t say anything about their own lives living cloistered.
Even though I didn’t know anything about cloistered nuns, I had the idea that they were cloistered to separate themselves from the worldly world and thus devote their full attention to God.
After learning about chloistered nuns (see Cloister-in-Place) I decided I wanted to know more about them.
So I looked up “cloistered nuns” online and found a lovely website called The Cloistered Life. I did find out some things about how cloistered nuns lived but in addition there was a paragraph that said the following:
Since Larry and I moved here two-and-a-half years ago, we haven’t had our own washer and dryer. We live with Larry’s mom and two of his siblings, so we have been using a shared laundry room. But there have been problems with that, so when the new-fangled computer-based washer broke down yet again, and we couldn’t get a repairman out for a week, Larry and I decided it was time to get our own washer and dryer.
And since we are now working on building our toxic-free tiny house , we could purchase a washer/dryer now that would be suitable to eventually install in the tiny house. Meanwhile we could gain experience using a smaller washer/dryer.
So Larry began to look on Craig’s List for a suitable washer/dryer. When we lived in Florida, the house came with a stackable washer/dryer, which is one unit with a top-loading washer on the bottom and a front-loading dryer on the top. I loved this washer/dryer so much that we decided to get one of the same type, but the “apartment size” that is only 24 inches wide.
After a few days he found one right near us.
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Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.