Quantum Entanglement and The Mystery of Prayer

I think and read, quite often as a matter of fact, about quantum physics and the connection of all that is. It's actually called QUANTUM NON-LOCAL CONNECTION. Huh?? What this means is that when my atoms become entangled with yours, our atoms now move simultaneously across the distance. So think about this...we breathe molecules that have been on this earth and breathed endless times by every creature since the very first oxygen and nitrogen hooked up. I have breathed the same air as dinosaurs, cavemen and King Tut. Every atom I have ever taken into replenish my blood has been connected to other atoms take in by another throughout time. Even through the air we are all connected. We are, quite literally, space dust. I know, I'm weird..but I am not the only one. There are websites dedicated to proving our connectivity. There are movies made discussing quantum thoughts such as "What the !$#*&^%?" There are papers written from a scientific perspective stating this very thing.

What does this have to do with my thoughts on God? Well, the theory is that prayer works because all things are connected at the atomic level. The power of your mind and thoughts sends out small waves of energy that cause atoms to move. When we focus our minds on a person, place, thing the very energy of our thoughts is now focused and moving in sync with the atoms and elements of that person, place or thing. I know it sounds slightly insane and I have been accused of insanity more than once, but these theories ( have you ever noticed that theory and theology have God at the beginning....) have been tested. The Water Crystals of Masaru Emoto is a perfect example of this Prayer Thought in action. Thoughts and prayers both positive and negative were said over different samples of water and then the water was frozen to form crystals. The results were astounding. We as humans consist of 98% water. What would happen if we were to pray and meditate on good thoughts over the water of our bodies? What healing could occur? It's rhetorical, but one can only begin to imagine.

Monks, priests, nuns and others have used the power of prayer and meditation over the centuries to extend their lives, slow their hearts and see the divine. They affected their bodies on the level of the atom, the quantum if you will. They have proven that it works.

Positive thoughts create positive results because at the very fabric of all that is everything is connected or entangled if you will. Don't be fooled. Negative thoughts work in the same way. We can destroy our lives with negative meditation. Thoughts of self loathing such as, "I'm not good enough." and No one can ever love me." make those ideas to become true in reality as a self fulfilling prophecy. I believe it is possible to negatively affect the lives of others through negative thoughts and meditations.Why some one would feel the need to actually do this us beyond my ken, but I know that it happens and PERHAPS I am unknowingly guilty. Does my passing thought of distrust toward the man on the corner begging for my change cause an actual negative reaction in his life? Perhaps not in and of itself, but what of the hundreds of people a day who think exactly that same thought. What then? I wonder....

I suppose my point is this, I will pray for you if you would like. I will think good and meaningful thoughts about you and to you. I will think to move our entangled atoms in a wonderfully connected direction. I believe that the effect will be positive and good for you. I likewise believe that my good thoughts for you, make positive things occur in my life as well.

We are all connected at the fabric of the universe. It sounds like a great deal of wishful thinking. I like the sound of that.

Where Have I Been?

All you have to do is look at my blog to see that I have disappeared. Where on earth did I go anyway? It seems that my life and my thoughts have been kidnapped by my daughter. I never meant for this blog to be about my child so I will start a new one dedicated to my life as a mother.

This needs to be about my thoughts and my thoughts on God, life, relationship and love.

I have actually been giving my life with God some very deep thoughts as of late. Mostly because of Cheryl's deep seated desire to go to seminary. The thought of it totally and completely scares me to death. Money, time, security and relationship... so many things come to mind as this all begins to happen. She says that she knows that God has called her and it has been that way since she was 16 or 17. The trouble is that I don't feel it. I don't know about her call. I believe that she believes it. I don't 'feel' that undeniable need to do this HUGE thing. I've always heard that if one partner knows about their "call" then certainly the other will feel the same way. Well, I'm not feeling it. I've prayed about it. I've talked to God about it. I've talked to Cheryl about it. I get nothing except this from what I can only say is most likely God, "I don't need your permission." Got it.

The thing is that I am not asking for permission. I would never think that God couldn't act without my input. I'm sure that my advice to God is something that would be found to be quite amusing. No. What I am asking for is clarity. It's been said that true faith is doing without knowing. Acting without sure knowledge. Hope in that which we cannot see. All this is fine and good, but....(There it is BUT. The big BUT.) BUT in my past I have almost always known what was the right thing for me to do in life. Go here, do this, I'm with you. God's assurance that the hand of the Creator was in it every step of the way. There may have been many tears. There was most certainly anger, doubt and a certain level of rebellion, but the assurance of what I was to do was always there.

Right now there is nothing. That assurance from God isn't there for me. So, I'm going with the flow. Wondering how I am ever going to retire. I am concerned that Jaida will never get the college education she will need without a great deal of assistance. What will we do for health care should it come to that? Will our relationship suffer for this? I can only sit back and say, "Okay, God. This is going to take a miracle. Bring it on! I dare you."

I know sacrilege. Blasphemy. Shame on me for challenging God. Fine. You go right ahead and point a finger at me and say, "God will get you for that." One can only hope. I pray that God proves me wrong. I pray that my doubt is shown weakness to God's strength. I pray that the miracles pour so fast and so furiously that I can't begin to comprehend their number. Because that is what it is going to take if we are going to get through this in one piece, as one family. Pray for us. We're going to need it.

Mushrooms & Cash

Jaida thinks that mushrooms are, "Mmmmmm delicious!" Interesting.
She told me last night to ,"Chill!" Are you kidding me? Chill? Goodness!
This morning on her way out the door with the nanny to go to the zoo she says, "Can I have some money, Mom?" Ummmm she's 2 and almost a 1/2 and she already needs money. Lord, help us! I gave her a $5. She did say thank you many times over. At least she's grateful.
Her new tactic to staying up later....or trying to anyway...is to say that she "Wants to go in the living room for just 10 minutes. Just 10 minutes, Mom. JUUUUUUUST 10 minutes." What a negotiator!

Funny Kids!

We are snow bound today. That means we are home trying to telecommute and watch a two year old at the same time. How is that going for you? HA! Anyway, Jaida is sitting next to me at the table with the Gold C Coupon book in hand asking me what color I want.

"Mama, you want blue or purple?"
"I want blue."
"Purple?"
"No, blue."
"Okay. You want purple."
"I guess so."

You see how it goes? I get no choice at all and really that's just fine. The other day we were doing an alphabet puzzle and right in the middle Jaida stops looks at me and says, "I can't do this, Mom. I'm too busy."
"You're busy? What are you busy doing."
"I am just busy, Mom."
"Okay. Off you go to your busy 2 1/2 year old life."
I'm not sure exactly how busy a two year old is or what they are doing that makes them so very busy, but it will interrupt the flow of puzzle doing. And I find that quite amusing!

Faith and the Ghost of Nanny G.

I never really knew my grandmother on my mother's side. She died when I was very young. She actually died when she was very young. She was in her forties if I recall correctly. My mom could tell me. I do remember the day she passed. I was maybe 4 0r 5 at the most. We lived in Greeley and I wasn't in school yet so I must have been closer to four. I remember my mom was distraught and I was drinking 7up out of a bottle. The 7up stood out in my mind because we very rarely had pop of any kind. We had Kool-aid. I was too young to understand what it meant that my grandmother had died and what that meant to my mother. The 'she's my mom's mom' didn't equate in my brain. Most of it was a blur from that point. We went to her house and watched as people roamed around and moved things out. I don't remember faces or names. I do remember the emotions and sadness that permeated the group. There was also an odd sense of relief. You see my grandmother was an alcoholic. It is very sad to say that I never knew my Nanny G. because she literally drank herself to death. Sclerosis of the liver took her from us. No, alcohol took her from us. Addiction. Pain. Anguish and Shame took her from us. How do I know? Because a person doesn't drink like she did without having all of those things in her life. I will never know why she didn't stop. I'll never know if she wanted to. I'll never know a lot of things about her.
I do know this. My mother says I must sound like her because I sound like my mom who sounded just like her mom. I am the only one in my family with green eyes just like her. My dad says that she was a beautiful woman. I can believe that because my mother quite a looker. I look like my dad. Not to say that my dad's not a looker:) I just wonder what it would have been like to know her. Am I anything like her at all? Sometimes I think if I look hard enough in the mirror I will see a part of her in me. Can I sing the way I do because of her?
I say all of this because she's around sometimes. I can feel her in my life now and again. I know it sounds odd, but I am not one to deny that she is there watching over me. I hope that she's proud of me even though I never knew her. She says she is....:)

Growing up so Fast!

Time flies so fast. I really never thought it would. When I was young the days would often crawl by, Sundays especially. Now it's October and my daughter is almost 2 1/2. It may not seem like much, but when she was asleep on my chest last night all I could think was how LONG she was. She was only 17" long when she was born and when she curled her feet under her she was just about this big. :) She had her head on my upper chest and her feet were touching my knees. Her cold, bare feet, mind you. IN the middle of the night....in her bed.... You get the picture. But it was love all the way. I went in her room the other night to check on her and thought to myself, "Whose child are you in Jaida's bed? You're so tall! And such a little girl. No longer that tipsy toddler I held hands with as you walked."
My mom said it would go by fast and to be sure and love every minute of it. I'm trying. I remind myself when I want to get angry at the spilled beans all over my carpet (dry beans thank goodness) that she is only two and one day I will miss the beans on the floor. I think I already do.

Super Two Year Old

Okay, the terrible twos are real. OMG! However, while my daughter is cranky, obstinante and honery, she is very polite about it. Jaida have some carrots. "No, thank you." Time to brush your teeth. "No, thank you, Mommy Kandis." Eat your dinner, Jaida. "No, thank you. I no want dinner."

Now mind you I am not ASKING her IF she by chance would LIKE to brush her teeth, eat dinner, have carrots. I am telling her, and yet instead of just saying 'NO! I don't want to.' She replies with a heart felt and at times teary eyed. 'No, thank you.'

I want to be so kind with God. Here is a dose of learning patience, my child. 'No, thank you.' Kandis, you really need a lesson in faith. 'No, Thank you very much, God.' It's not as if He/She is actually ASKING me if I want a lesson in any given virtue. No it's a dose of carrots I really don't want to eat.

Now I know how God must feel. It's funny and cute, but in the end it really doesn't matter what I want. I am going to get my lesson, eat my carrots of faith and there isn't much that I can do to stop it.

No, thank you.