An Easter Message of Hope

And they're gone. The puppies, I mean, all but two, in what seemed to be a mass Thai adoption event on April 13. These guys were a hair under five weeks old, way too young by US standards, but first a neighborhood girl came with her mother, then when I said okay, she came back with her friend in the neighborhood and later her cousin. Then the guy who said he'd take two came over bringing laow khao Thai whiskey as a gift. By the time we were done with all that, we weren't going anywhere. Happy Songkran!

It's just two left. Shadow (the gentleman who said he'd take her hasn't come back but I am in no hurry) and Tan. Two puppies are in the neighborhood and seem to be doing well as of this morning, and our friend is in Maikhao so I'm sure we'll visit. Hopefully the little guys have long fruitful lives.

With the sudden quiet at the bungalow my daughter begged to stay at the beach hotel we like. So we took Clover the beach chicken and headed out. Here's a picture of her on the rooftop. It's a gorgeous place for 800 baht.

I must have desperately needed the time away, because at the beach hotel I had the first good dream I've had in weeks. Most of my dreams have been nightmarish for close to one year. I'm on airplanes that crash and burn, on helicopters that turn upside down in mid air, or in cars that drive off bridges that have been demolished without warning. Flights are always delayed or going to the wrong place, I fall into black holes and sometimes people are chasing me, crushing me, or strangling me.

This one was pleasantly different. My sister in law Tiona came to me, at a University campus somewhere in the Midwestern United States. She's an odd one to see in dreams I'm not sure I've had any where she spoke to me since she died in 2016. She hugged me and said she missed everyone, but then explained that she was doing great.

In my dream she excitedly explained that she was learning a lot at University. She was taking glass blowing classes and showed me some of her work, which were these intricate bulbous colorful heads of flowers. I assured her that they were beautiful, and she congratulated me on my pregnancy.

In the dream I was very pregnant with what I knew were twins. I went into labor with the first one, but the cramps were becoming uncomfortable. I told her that I had to have the babies there, and Tiona said she'd ask for help.

"No I don't want any drug that could hurt the babies." I assured her. She suggested an aspirin and I told her that would be fine as my dream ended. I was scared but hopeful that I could get through it.

I can't recall a dream about being in labor ever in my life, though I had a few dreams about being pregnant around the times I actually was pregnant (I dont think I am right now?). It was good to see my sister in law so content.

I couldn't watch any more horror scenes out of Shanghai or listen to the constant war drums out of Ukraine or read as the crooks load up the getaway car on the unprecedented failure of the safe and effective conjabs. The whole narrative is retained in the face of a clearly mounting tsunami of lies.China had no choice but to lockdown hard, because forcing 26 million people into solitary confinement with insufficient food and water has no genocidal consequences of its own and is the correct way to do things. Russia is evil, even if Ukraine might be killing its own people to stage a nuclear holocaust and a Workd War III that only Satanic elites could possibly want. Obvious vaccine failures are still evidence that people weren't jabbed enough, or with the right one or at the right time.

Easter is the biggest holiday of the year for Christians. Some people might assume that it is Christmas, but some sects such as Jehovah's Witnesses don't even celebrate that one. That a man was born in Bethlehem over 2000 years ago on or around December 25 is not that compelling, as I can assume that many men were born on or around that date all over the world. The whole idea of Christianity is that on the third day he rose from the dead in fulfillment of the scriptures. He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead, and his Kingdom will have no end. Amen. I remember that one, Mom.

All religions at their heart grapple with what happens when people die. Buddha believed in a cycle of birth, death and rebirth which, over the course of lives and good deeds (building merit, such as by caring for the elderly) could, with proper meditation and practice, lead to a breaking of the cycle of rebirth (ascending to a higher spiritual plane, aka Nirvana, as Buddha is believed to have done). Hinduism is a bit more chaotic, believing in many Gods, karma having repercussions in the next life, but also in moksha as representing ascending to a higher spiritual plane. All three hold practices of salvation in death.

On the other side is atheism, perhap, which I also consider a religion. "I believe that when you die, it all goes black. That's it. There's nothing more." My grandmother told me, in her simple proclamation that she was an atheist. This relates to other beliefs such as Nihilism (life has no meaning) and Satanism, because if life truly is only about this life and accruing power, then what does it matter what you do to others? Those are negated by more evolutionary consciousness theories, which recognize that each of us as individuals are conscious beings with unique thoughts, biology, and lived experiences. Our perhaps not in the case of Satanism, as Lucifer would be out for our souls.

But I watched a video about the Shroud of Turin and felt very hopeful. When I was young I remember hearing somewhere about the carbon dating of the Shroud of Turin to the 13th century and taking it as an article of faith (in Science). You and your crazy talk about the rapture, Mom! That burial cloth for Jesus wasn't even the real thing!

Watching this video about the inaccuracy of carbon dating and the more solid scientific evidence that the shroud was at a bare minimum a burial cloth from that era (finding three extinct plants used as embalming oil, for instance) was fascinating. In a way the narrative simply got repeated until it reached a critical mass, safe and effective versus theory debunked, no matter what the actual evidence pointed to. We have always been at war with East Asia. The vaccine mandates are the way to get past this. Lock downs are a perfect way to control the virus. No downsides whatsoever. Please disregard the smell of rotting corpses and control your soul's desire for freedom.

But it does open the door to the idea that those screens are being used to control the stories, all of them, which we have no personal experience of. They're being used to promote fear. It has me wondering if nuclear bombs are real. Bombs are real, that's for certain. But could a story of nuclear assured destruction simply be a power grab to keep us stuck in lower energetic vibrations?

"Even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely." Gautama Buddha