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Wednesday, August 18, 2021

Coconut Pancakes.........................by Diane Ogden

I awoke this morning and made the conscious decision to try the Coconut Pancake recipe I saw on face book.  I copied and pasted it to Word Pad, at which time the printer decided to "not print." What's new? I figured it out and onward and upward to the kitchen.  I get all the ingredients ready:

4 eggs, room temperature
1 cup milk (raw cow’s or coconut both work)
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 tablespoon honey or a pinch of stevia
1/2 cup coconut flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon sea salt
coconut oil or butter for frying
The consistency of the batter concerned me.  Basically I had four frothy eggs with a bit of coconut flour. Oh and I couldn't find my baking soda.  Had to get the one out of the refrigerator.  Ewww.  Don't panic, it was almost new.  Still.......eeww
Into the frying pan we go....   




                          So far, so good............. or not!  The flip was as bad as trying to flip raw eggs.
                                    But I carried on.  I had my "heart" set on healthy coconut pancakes.

I did not take a photo of my lopsided coconut pancake stack.  But I did take a bite, after butter and syrup topping.  Terrible.  Terrible.  Terrible.  The texture in my mouth was unacceptable.  Like eating partially cooked corn bread batter with syrup on top.  O M G!   Bob the cat also upped his nose at this stack of ??
To the sink dink! What a waste of four organic eggs etc.



This is when I pulled out my friends old fashioned pancake recipe from twenty years ago.  Unhealthy as hell, but no worries, I spruced (healthied) them up a bit.. I don't think that is a word. Who cares.




DeAnne Roeske's Old Fashioned Pancakes
1 1/4 c. flour (I used unbleached organic)
3 tsp. (organic) baking powder
1 tablespoon (Truvia) sugar
1/2 tsp. (sea) salt
1 beaten (organic range free chicken) egg  LOL
1 cup milk  (organic coconut milk)
2 tbsp. salad oil  (organic coconut oil)
(I added 100% Blueberry juice for my brain.
 BEAUTIFUL!!
Topped with Sugar free POISON (aspartame) It's all I had on hand.


DELICIOUS
PERFECTION
FLUFFY
AMAZING
Slightly green from the Blueberry juice.
I am now vegging with a sugar low.  Yes low, not high. Already been there done that.  Back to Oatmeal tomorrow. 

           Laters.......Be Safe, Be Well, Be Happy, and get richer so you can go out for pancakes.
                                                             My kitchen is a mess.

Monday, August 16, 2021

Before Hate: By Julianna Rowe

 Before Hate 


                                                           Standing alone for a decade

Losing hope, living in life’s shade.

Stopped looking, heart fading.

Nothing left not even waiting.

No one knew my laughter hid the pain.

I wrote stories to keep sane-

I forgot God was working,

And his Angels were lurking,

Behind the scenes…..just for me.

Then with no special warning,

He appeared  one morning….

The man God sent called me “Sunshine.”

Out from behind dark clouds he came-

A breath of fresh life with no added games.

Maybe a few, but we got through.

After a time, love was fully true.

We were given back whole,

The hundred-fold what life stole.

We praise God in every way,

For each other for all our days.

And then came HATE.....


Friday, August 13, 2021

Making Butter: by Julianna Rowe

 

 Making Butter: 

If you received a truck full of money on your road, who would it be delivered to?  Who are you?  Are you the person you were born to be? Could it miss you because you are fogged under?  Could it miss you because you are not aware?  Could you miss it?

Clean up your mind so you can see and receive.  “Shed your feet with the gospel of peace.”

Peace thru love. How can you give if you cannot receive? Take the cover off the shoe box that contains your hidden peace so it can chase the strife from your life.  Then what you seek can be given/found.  

If there is anyone in a wheelchair on the side of your road of life that are negative? If so, they are on your back.  No more shall you put anyone on your back for if you do how can you receive?  It is likened a man shooting a gun with no bullets. 

When you are reeling inside and all boggled up and churning, think of it like when your Grandmother used to churn her butter.  First, she strained the milk of all its unclean impurities, then she let it stand/sit quietly while the separation of the best part came to the top.  That was the cream, thick and rich and the best part of all. Then she worked long in time to create from what she had separated and she got better /butter.  Good from all her work.  Do this for yourself and others. Be patient, let the best of yourself rise to the top.  Then work to achieve what you want.  You see, it’s a process. 

Everyone fears.  Everyone gets bogged and fogged at times.  I have revealed to you something you will use over and over.  Take but one step at a time.   But it’s not always easy!  Don’t look up at the top of your staircase and expect to skip the steps in between.  One step at time. There is so much more for you but you can’t go all the way if you expecting to jump to the top.  It is dangerous and you could fall.  Rewards are not only in heaven but on earth.  Make yourself proud.  Just like making butter, step by step.  The Universe rejoices in you. The Saints are singing for you. The Angels are in flight just for you. You.  The most important person.  This is how important you are.  See everyone and everything as part of your life/living.  But do remember to SEPARATE the impurities first and be led by goodness.

You are your own servant so, serve yourself and in turn you can care for others.  What you have been searching for is already here.  Look in the mirror and see yourself. You have the strength of an eagle, the wisdom of Solomon, the fate of Angels, the voice of Saints, the ears to hear and the ears to block.  Your smell is sensitive to flowers everywhere and your mouth will speak kindness, peace, faith and praise.  All good.

 


My Grandmother used to make butter and the Spirit used her as an example for this blog.  Every now and then I smell her separating the milk and cream to make the butter.  

Thursday, August 12, 2021

If I Should Die Before I Wake: By Julianna Rowe


 











You made love to me with your lips on mine.

You touched my heart with warm skin each time.

You held me close until I fell asleep each night,

Even when your shoulder hurt and became so tight.

When my leg muscles tightened in terrible pain,

You leapt to my rescue when I cried insane.

And ever so gently, called my name.

We are old now, wrinkled yet the same,

Our minds didn’t change, our bodies lame.

I’m glad you stayed and weathered this life,

No one could say we didn’t beat the strife.

I continue to lay down with you,

To hold you and love you until our due.

I don’t know what I will do when your gone,

And if I do, just sing me our songs.

All the ones you sent me when we first met,

Just know you are the one I loved best.

If before I wake, you should pass away…

You will be in my heart each and every day.

Monday, August 9, 2021

Portal's of Unearthly Dimensions..... By Julianna Rowe


PORTAL’s of Unearthly Dimensions:              by Julianna Rowe

I could feel and see everything that was happening to me through the portal. It was a tiny yet vast canyon in another dimension. Another time? Which was I in? I wondered, pondered as I bent over to pick up something that resembled a telescope. It appeared to be an antique brass cylinder like in the old pirate movies.

“Ahrr,’ land ahoy!” the rugged filthy yet virile bearded man said, as he peered thru the long, thin, brass object appearing to magnify his destination. 

Was I magnifying through imagination my own destination? I reluctantly picked up the instrument, put it to my eye, and scanned the canyon through the nearly invisible portal in my bedroom wall. I saw land, mountains, craters, and an ocean, all in miniature scale. As I scanned this new world through the tiny, round, amplifying lens, I caught a glimpse of three tiny figures. I turned the cylinder to heighten the magnification and clearly saw a woman, and walking with her as though lost were two animals. One oddly appeared to be a living, breathing, large, shaggy, blue, stuffed animal. I stopped all mental and physical movement, afraid to look away, or remove myself from the portal, for fear of losing it forever. Yet was I dreaming? I continued, although with subjective confusion, to follow the odd threesome as though I were their portal police. Who were they? Where were they? Did they need help? And then, suddenly, and with a force unknown to me, I was pulled through the small opening to the other side in a millisecond. Faster than an airbag and with the velocity of a jet engine. I suspected birth was easier, although looking back, it did leave me breathless as well as weightless. The weightless part was the only factor I enjoyed. When I reached the end of the portal, there was a powerful, sucking swoosh as I entered a new world through a second opening, allowing me a sense of free flying. I wondered, should I put my arms out like Superman? But, instead, I did nothing. No thoughts or emotions were present. I simply was.

I had asked for it. I had done what I always did. Gotten myself in too deep trying to help others. It had always been my downfall, not to mention, the portion of my brain still maintaining rationality wondered if I would or could ever get back. What or who would call me back with the intent I did others? That to me would be the only way of returning through the porthole to the safety of my earthly bedroom. Much less my earthly life.

Regardless, there I was actually flying or rather soaring. It brought back a memory of the boy flying on his enormous white shaggy dog in “The Never-Ending Story.” Maybe that was who the blue dog was I saw with the woman through the pirate’s nautical spyglass, and then another memory came into view.

I was a small child riding in a car at a time when seatbelts were not required. I would scoot up and rest my head on the back of my father’s driver’s seat, near his big safe shoulder, usually donned in a soft, plaid-flannel shirt and watch the road dreaming of someday driving like he did. On occasion there would be a mountain ahead—in reality a child’s mind pictures a small hill to be a mountain—I would watch intently as my father drove us up, straight up, where the road met the sky, nothing beyond. The end. I was sure we would fall off the edge of the road and go down, down, down to our deaths.

And then another memory came toward me like a swirling column of air. Inside the whirlwind was an ocean. I didn’t like water, and in fact, I am very frightened of it. And then as before, I saw my father driving us near the water’s edge, purposefully driving off the road just enough to hit the gravel to tantalize me, or was it torture me? His intention was to make me think we might drive into the water and die. I guessed that would be torture. Why would he do that? I could feel where the fear began in my life as I soared above it able to read the visual beneath me. What my father did wasn’t a good thing. I suspected he would have a portal of his own to deal with someday.

And then… I descended slowly onto real land. Everything was blurry ahead and all around me. I had nowhere to go so I took a leap of faith and stepped forward, only to see clearly a long very-tall glass wall I was unable to penetrate. And then I saw her on the other side. I was on the inside of a building and she was on the outside. A door appeared, but it would not open. I could not get out, and she could not get in. What would happen if I could let her in? She was me standing there with her stuffed, shaggy, blue dog and another small animal I didn’t recognize. There was no way out. On Earth I would have had FEAR. 

Wikipedia says: Fear is a feeling induced by perceived danger or threat that occurs in certain types of organisms, which causes a change in metabolic and organ functions and ultimately a change in behavior, such as fleeing, hiding, or freezing from perceived traumatic events.

Here, through the portal, I had no fear. I saw prisons, offices full of strange people with all sorts of worries. I passed over large bodies of water confident in myself to be safe. Mountain roads dropping thousands of feet should one get too close to the edge. People shouting at one another from their vehicles. People dying. People, angry with me. Yet, I withstood every insecurity and mental probability of my own fear of confrontations, of dying a water death, falling off a mountain road, and I passed the tests. The blue shaggy dog might have helped some. Interestingly my dream allowed me the security of a living stuffed animal.

I had taken myself to this place to learn how to escape my earthly situation and bring myself back to reality to face life once again. The Universe took me to places I needed to re-experience, so as to be able to live in peace on Earth without continued fear.  

There are other portals… good ones and bad ones. Given enough mental off-balance they would open up and swallow you like the whale swallowed up Jonah. They would steal your life. Balance yourself to avoid portals of unearthly dimensions. It was all around you. Blurry until you removed the blinders and could see the truth. Just like the glass wall in my portal. The woman on the other side was me, of course. Now she was free. Free indeed.

picture from Cern's Portal to Another Dimension and Other Unbelievable Facts.

Sunday, August 8, 2021

I Love You, I Said to Myself......by Julianna Rowe

 


Why are you crying?

He called you names, told you he wished you’d die!

So why are you crying?

You know it’s a lie.

Are you afraid to be free?

Free of malice, hate, and left to be.

You are amazing like the song….

Allow that “Simple Man” to be wrong!

Do not respond, do not listen,

Just step on out and glisten!

You will sparkle and shine

Give yourself a bit of time.

 I love you I said to myself,

And that will continue to add to my wealth.

Not to mention my health. ðŸ’“

Wednesday, August 4, 2021

My Thorn.................by Julianna Rowe

 

 1989-90   The (My) Thorn

Fear is the product of an insecure mind, trying to let it go is difficult you'll find. 

I've tried to conquer it through much prayer and pain, What once I battled is back again.

I learned I can beat it and win when alone, but when with another, it grabs me to the bone.

I  learned the secret is deep inside, it was healed in the Universe, but not where I reside.

My mentor said, "Fear can't hurt you, only steal your success." It's way inside me where fear doth rest.

I let it sink me way down low, Now let me reset it again, what I already know.

My past was conquered through business success, but the failures hung on to my attest.

My trust in the  Universe was total at best, but my own trust in me leaves me with no rest.

I do not want to look through other eyes, yet even if I don't, I seem to want to cry.  

Errors I have made, and some have let me down, why do I hang onto them and let them steal my crown.

I see before me a new battleground, Lord show me how to win in the first round.

Bad thoughts start up, they come in words.

Condemnation slipped in and stole all I've learned and heard.

I crave peace and rest and quiet with no fight, but that won't be until I get it right.

Replace in me honor and pride, not only what is seen but what's deep inside.

I hasten the Universe to hurry to me, I'm needing a miracle, I need to see.

I pray for security to live alone, whether in Boston, Seattle, or even Rome. Just to be fulfilled on my own.

Why dear Father did you bring me home; Show me soon to keep my mind in tone.

I love and trust you throughout each day, my blessed Father to whom I pray.



 

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