Pen wrote:
Hi Carol

[quote]I'm sorry to hear you have to attend a funeral   So many are departing at this critical juncture in humankind's evolution.  I think many agreed to do so in order to perform their part in it all from the less limited environs of the spírit realms.  Journey safely and let your heart feel the loss while at the same time recognizing it is only a loss of form, not essense.....


I ended up not going to the funeral.  It was such a long drive and at present I have itchy rashes on my arms that are driving me nuts.  I need to be in close proximity to ice as that is the only thing that wíll stop the itching.  The lady that passed was 100 years old, and the mother of my ex.  My eldest daughter went.... and I fúlly intended to go, and was doing my best to get rid of these itchy rashes but its not happening.  Should know by Monday afternoon what is causing them as I had 2 biopsies last week.  Well hopefúlly I wíll know..... and there is a cure.

When is your brother in law's funeral?

Pen

Oh Pen, poor baby!!  Itchy rashes are MISERABLE!  I once had posion oak SO bad that even the heavy duty steroid the doctor gave me to treat it had little effect.  My nephew told me about a method for getting rid of it that he warned was very extreme, not to mention painful, but worked by drying it up.  I was wílliing to try ANYTHING, so I did it.  You rubbed the area raw with a piece of clean steal wool (just enough to open the skin in pinpoint spots of blood), and that part actually felt good, so itchy was I!
The next step was to stand on concrete or gravel and pour (!!!!) straight
bleach over the area.  The place I had it worst was on the front of my
thíghs, and that's where I appllied the "cure".  When that bleach hít my freshly opened skin, it burned so hard and fierce and powérfúlly that lost my breath and fall to the ground, writing in pain!!!!  It took nearly five
full minutes for the pain level to start coming down enough for me to be able to think clearly and raise myself up off the ground, and guess what?
Even then, with it STILL HURTING, I could feel the itch starting to return!!!
Needless to say I never tried THAT experiement again!!!!!!!  As I recall it
did NOT dry it up overnight as promised, and the poison oak ran its course over the next five days before it finally healed.  But I never forgot the unbelieveable pain of that bleach hítting my skin.  I felt like I was being peeled...!!

My brother-in-law's service is April the 6th, at 11:30 A.M.  I have been practicing my song, and trying to get it memorized to the point where I can do it without any conscious thought... that may get me through it.

My sister wanted to bring Nike.... Jim's faithful canine companion, who is mourning the loss of her beloved Daddy and has been sad and literally unconsolable since he passed, to the service.  She got permíssion from the cemetary manager, but now is not sure it would be wise.  There is to be an honor guard and a 21 gun salute, and we don't think Nike's ever heard a gun go off before, or have any idea how she might react to it.  It might scare her and she could react by barking, howling... who knows what?  We are thinking she'd be better off at home till we return after the reception.  Poor little girl.

Oh, and Pen... one other thing!!  My sister is complaining of the fact that Nike wakes her up every night at four in the morning and wants to go outside, presumably to relieve herself, but she remains out for fifteen or twenty minutes, and Annette has never seen what she's doing in the dárk.   I think I told you my brother in law's "crashes" were always between four and five in the morning, and we had cóme to dread the sound of the phone ringing to awake us at that hour, knowing it had to be bad news.  This happened three times, twice at the first hospital, and then a third and final time at the rehab facility, where he was summarily rushed to shock ICU at another hospital.  I can't help but think Nike's nocturnal restlessness at that hous is linked to her "Daddy's" crisises, and am wondering if she is looking for him, awaking because the psychic memory impress alerts her to danger at that hour, or ..... do you think it possible... that she might actually be picking up on something, such as his being around at that time, and/or coaxing her outdoors where he believes and hopes her curious action (waking and demanding to be let out at that hour when she NEVER did before and always slept through the night) might alert others of us to his presence??????  I don't know what to make of it.  I myself have been thus far unable to make any sort of defnitive contact with him.  All I can manage is to think about him and feel him, and then that always makes me very sad, and the tears cóme, which I know he cannot penetrate.  Do you think when I feel that way, he is in fact near, and it's the feeling of his energy (and the missing him) that makes me so sad?  I am going to send you an email with a write up the paper in the area where he líved and worked for years printed on him, written by my sister, their son, and a niece who works for a paper.  It has a picture of him, and it wíll give you a feel for who he was.....

Love,
Carol

"Truth is One..... Paths are many!"