Hypnosis

Hypnosis is a state of human consciousness involving focused attention, reduced peripheral awareness and an enhanced capacity to respond to suggestion per Wikipedia. On February 8, 2019, a group of Young At Heart members from Spirit of Christ Catholic Community attended the Tracy Gray, Master Hypnotist, show at the Lakewood Cultural Center in Lakewood Colorado.

The show began with puzzles on a large screen and it was fun seeing how she could come up with what we were thinking. She then had about fifteen volunteers go to the stage and sit in chairs. She asked them to concentrate on a colorful rotating light. Before long, the people were slouching or leaning on one another at her suggestions that they were tired. A few of the volunteers were sent back to their seats because they did not get hypnotized.

I know hypnotism works because once a hypnotist came into my psychology class and he gave us a few instructions. Since I am a skeptic and before I could scoff, he asked that we hold out our arms away from our body. He then said, "Your arm is heavy and strong and it has an iron rod running through it." I thought it was pretty ridiculous because I was very much aware of my arm stretched out. He then said, "Now lower your arm to your side." I could not do it. My mind told me I could but no matter what I tried, I could not lower my arm until the hypnotist said, "Okay, the iron rod has been removed, now lower your arm."

Some of the other suggestions did not work for me but I do remember thinking, would I be a good candidate to be hypnotized?

Later that evening, I was in bed in that state between awake and sleep. I was sitting in a wagon and being pulled down the sidewalk. My head was thrown back and I was laughing a pure, honest laugh. I felt peaceful and content. A wonderful feeling of happiness and delight. I have never felt that way again but I have always wondered if it was part of being hypnotized.

Somehow, the performance I watched last night seemed staged. If it wasn't staged, then Tracy Gray is a fantastic hypnotist! She had the people on stage play a piano, fish with rod and reel, dance, use a shoe for a cell phone, go by name she gave them, forget symbols or numbers, be on a beach, be secret agents, plus many other silly things. Two on stage were hysterically funny; a woman who when she heard the word hypnotize became a nurse and gave CPR to a stuffed sloth and a young boy who kept turning his shirt frontward and backward every time he heard the word Colorado.

The great thing about the show is that it makes people laugh and the audience leaves the theater in a good and happy mood.

Is This The Right Funeral?

A friend texted me and asked if I knew a lady that had passed away. She gave me her name and told me she had been in our Book Club, yet the name did not ring a bell. I looked in our Parish Directory and after finding her picture, I did remember the lady. Her funeral would take place on February 28, 2019 and I made plans to attend her funeral.

I signed the Remembrance Book and skimmed the names in the book. I did not see any familiar names. I was handed a two page agenda and the lady's picture was on the cover. I did not recognize the lovely lady in the photograph and could not remember seeing her at my church.

A lady sitting next to me did look familiar, and I leaned over and asked, "Did you know this lady?"
She smiled and told me that the picture was how she looked when she met her many years ago. She told me that the lady was a member of Spirit of Christ Catholic Community. I know many persons from this parish but the picture did not ring any bells for me. The feeling I had was that I was at a wrong funeral. There was another picture on the back of the booklet and this time the lady looked vaguely familiar. In this picture she had grey hair worn in sort of a page boy style with bangs.  I recalled seeing her around the church attending functions.  She may have belonged to the Book Club before my time because I have no recollection of her at book club. I do remember seeing her around church, and each time I saw her I could tell her health was deteriorating. As her health failed her, a man would assist her because she had trouble walking. I had not seen her for awhile and here I was sitting at her funeral.

A beautiful mass, a nice eulogy by her son, wonderful hymns, appropriate readings, some tears, and a reception. I did not attend the reception but I was happy I had attended mass even if for awhile I wondered if I was at the right funeral.

I have a vision of everyone 

climbing a mountain

and when we reach the top, 

we enjoy the view for a moment

and then we begin our slide down!

Going down is usually quicker

than going up!

E. Moscoso

So Many Memories

It is hard to believe that my son has been gone for three years and in October of 2019 it will be four years that his mission on earth was completed. I remember the fun things we did, his loving ways on his terms, angry times, the many family get togethers, our travels, school days, soccer games, my exasperation, the thrill when his children were born and I could go on forever with thoughts of my son.

Now all I have are memories and photographs. Today he would have been fifty-six years old and I probably would have had him over for dinner and birthday cake. No matter what he had going on in his life, he was a happy-go-lucky kind of guy and made any party fun!

Some of my favorite photos:

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SON!

Sometimes I Cook

My comments of not cooking is well known by most of my friends. The majority of my friends are excellent cooks and love to be in the kitchen. I do not! Today they would have been shocked as I turned on my oven and made Beer Bread. In my refrigerator I had an bottle of Coors beer with the "best used by Sept 18, 2017" on the label. I was going to toss the beer but then decided to make a Beer Bread and use the expired beer. It turned out to be okay and my house smelled like a brewery! Warm bread with jelly sure did hit the spot!

I prepared a vegetable dish and it looked so pretty I took a picture of it. The weather is cold but I am in my warm kitchen eating food prepared by my hands that do not enjoy cooking.  I had already watched television, read a bit and worked on my Bible Study lessons so I decided that cooking would be a fun thing to do today.

"Usually, one's cooking 

is better than one thinks it is!"

Julia Child

Flash Back to How Mass Used to Be

This morning I attended mass at Our Lady of Snow in Wheatridge, Colorado. I picked up a one page bulletin and was surprised to read: Please follow the dress code for our church; women and girls please wear dresses/skirts and head coverings and men should wear dress slacks and ties to mass. Please make sure all clothing meets Catholic standards of modesty. Most of the persons followed the rules but I did see some people that did not.

There is a book store that sells missals, religious books, and veils for the women. At the entrance there is a place where one can pick up a veil before entering the church. When mass began the first thing I noticed was that the priest had his back to the congregation. If there were readings, the priest may have sung them in Latin. He did give the homily in English and faced the people but the majority of the mass he had his back to us. Everything else at the mass was in Latin and all the hymns were also in Latin.

When I arrived and sat down, the Rosary was been prayed. Those prayers were in English and exactly like the Rosary I know.  I expected to see a statue of the Blessed Mother that resembled other pictures of Our Lady of the Snows but there weren't any. I did see Our Lady of Fatima, St. Joseph, St. Theresa, St. Anthony, and many other saint statues. The large stained glass windows were decorated with different saints and the Stations of the Cross were also the same as any other Catholic church.

The ringing of the bells at the consecration and the long communion railing brought back memories of when I was growing up. When I heard the bells I automatically struck my breast. Communion is taken at a long communion rail and the priest places the host on the tongue. A three hour fast before receiving communion is longer than the one hour fast at my church. There is no taking the host in the hand.  I noticed the host was smaller and not as crisp as in my church and by the time I reached my seat it had dissolved and I was able to swallow it without chewing. I liked that aspect of the host.

What I noticed is that everyone held their hands as if they were praying and kept their eyes looking down. No one left mass early and many stayed after mass to pray. I noticed some people were going down some stairs for breakfast that the nuns had prepared. I was invited by a friendly lady and everyone seemed very friendly and kind. A proud Dad, holding a two month old baby, stopped to chat with me. A young man showed me where materials about the church were kept. I was surprised that no one knew the history of Our Lady of the Snows.


                                             

Outside there is a large grotto with Our Blessed Mother with other saints.

In speaking with our pastor at Spirit of Christ Catholic Community about Our Lady of the Snow, he informed me that it is not a Catholic church and my attending mass there is not counted! So I have found out that no matter how similar it is still different!

Sixty Two Episodes

Going through the Netflix lists of movies, documentaries, and serials, I came across La Esclava Blanca. It is about slavery, relations between white and black people, and a baby that is saved from a burning plantation when her parents are killed. The white baby is raised by black slaves, a love between the baby that grows into a beautiful woman and a handsome black slave becomes the plot. Treachery, lies, cheating and vile behavior mixes with love, kindness, romance and understanding! From then on it is one exciting scene after another; murder, romance, happiness, torture, dancing, funerals, weddings, evil and sadness. I am on the 25th episode and there are 62, and I find myself unable to stop watching.

Blood, sweat and tears with a few moments of happiness. The acting isn't the best but my curiosity needed to find out what would happen next. The show is a tele-novella from Colombia that takes place in the 1800's. As in any soap opera there are parts where I felt like cheering, parts that were suspenseful, and boring parts where I found myself saying "blah, blah, blah!"

Tonight I saw the last episode and after may deaths and betrayals, everyone ends up being happy and content. I found myself wondering about a young man who ended up in prison because I would have wanted to see him released and united with his loved ones, but now I will never know what happened to that character. I guess I should be happy that most of the main characters (Lucia, Milagro, Rosario, Tomas, Trinidad, Julian, and Nicolas) got what they deserved. The last scene shows the good guys around a table raising their glasses of wine and toasting what will become a glorious future. The white "bad guy" ends up as a slave in the mines with many black slaves. His mean and cruel mother goes off into the distance alone and unloved.

Each episode was about one hour long and I would watch 3-4 segments at a time and enjoyed every minute! A couple of nights I even had some of the characters enter my dreams!

"I think that baseball games 

are like soap operas. If you 

watch four in a row, you

know enough to get hooked.

Jennifer Garner

Two Dogs

When my family in California was going to be gone for a few days, I went to take care of their two dogs. They are both Border Collie mixes and each has a personality of its own. I knew this by my visits in the past, though this was the first time I would deal with them by myself.

The day I arrived the day was clear, the sun was shining and the mountains were snow covered. It was a beautiful welcome to California. I was told it happened to be the first day that it had not rained after having a week of cold and rain. I hoped the sun would continue to shine and that it would be warm on my visit to California. On the day I left to go to California I heard that the Denver area had lots of snow and it was seven degrees below zero!

Both dogs were waiting for me and were looking through the metal fence to see me as I got out of the car.

They are on a schedule of feeding between 6 and 7. 

 Morning walk. 

Outside for awhile. 

Bring in and they sleep.

 I was to make sure the water bowls were filled.

Give them a treat.

Take for an afternoon walk.

Feed at 5.

Put them out to do their business.

Keep them indoors after 7 because of coyotes.

Bed time.

These dogs are so smart that they reminded me when it was time to do whatever they were supposed  to do. They sit and stare at me when it is time to be feed. Amazing how their look makes me realize they want something. I found myself talking to them and one makes noises as if talking to me. One evening I dozed in the comfortable leather chair and felt a hard nose pushing against my thigh. I opened my eyes and both dogs were sitting beside the chair staring at me. Once they had my attention they walked to the door to be let out.

When it was time to go for a walk they would go to the front door and I would say, "Do you want to go for a walk?" I swear it looked as if they were nodding. They stood still while I put on their leads, wrapped a green baggie on the lead and off we'd go. One dog felt the need to do her thing and I had to put her thing in a green plastic bag. My daughter's final words before she left were: "Be sure and pick up if one of the dogs poops....neighbors do not like finding poop on their lawns and they might even film you if you don't clean up after the dogs!"  That was all the warning I needed!  

One dog is a sniffer and has to sniff ever blade of grass, tree, hydrant, wall or bush. The other one is not too much of a sniffer and walks more than he sniffs. For two days we followed the schedule but on the third day it was raining and I kept them in doors except for short breaks when I would let them out.  That afternoon when I went out, my granddaughter came to walk the dogs once the rain had stopped.

Below are the many faces of two wonderful dogs.  They are good and obedient pups and easy to watch. I enjoyed myself with these two dogs that seem to enjoy doing everything in tandem! They walk together, eat together and sleep at the same time!

And here I am interacting with my great grand dogs!

"Dogs do speak

but only to those

who know how 

to listen."

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