My big white book

New blog

2011-06-25T04:26:00.001+02:00

For those of you that used to follow me on this blog – I’m back – with a new blog. I figured it was time for changes – and the first one is my new blog. I’ve missed writing – I’ve missed the blog-community – and I’ve missed visiting your blogs.

The new blog is written in both Norwegian and English – hopefully the meaning of the posts comes through in both languages. Hope to see you there!!

Lots of love and hugs ♥♥♥

Angels

2010-06-24T12:11:00.001+02:00

It’s been a while .. again .. guess I’m more of an autumn-/winterblogger than spring-/summerblogger. There is always something else to do – always somewhere else to go. My youngest daughter just turned five – my fourteen-yearold daugther has started packing, she is moving with her father to Oslo (that’s about six or seven hours by car from here) and my oldest daughter just started taking driving lessons (kids have to be 18 here before they can get their drivers-license – for her it’s about five months from now).

Anyway – it’s summer – according to my calendar – but I still have to turn the heat on inside. We had one day – yesterday – that gave us a summer feeling. But it’s gone again today. Hopefully we’ll get more of it later on.

On my web-zapping – a Norwegian alternativ-page gave me this link. On Angel Haven you can find out which ArchAngel that is assigned to your day of birth. I found it very cute :o)

This is what the page told me;

You were born on a Saturday and Cassiel is the ArchAngel assigned to the day of your birth.

Born: Saturday
Presiding ArchAngel: Cassiel
Assignation: Creative Power
Daily Affirmation: "I am grateful for seas of wonder & significance"
Celestial Title: Angel of Temperance

Celestial Order: Seraphim
Day: Watches over those born on Saturday
Chakra: Crown (7th)
Color: Violet, gold, white
Planetary assignment: Governs Saturn but spends a lot of time on Earth
Main Issue: Spirituality
Sense:Beyond Self

Fragrances/Incense/Oils: Lavender, Frankincense, Rosewood
Crystals: Amethyst, Clear quartz, Diamond
Life Lesson: Selflessness
Altar suggestions: A smooth glass vase containing fresh white and violet flowers; a spiritual gift from a loved one; a diamond or clear crystal gem to enhance spiritual communication; clear glass bowl of water containing iridescent glass pebbles and rose floating candles; single white taper candle; clear quartz crystal; prayer or message book and of course, a Prayer Chest.

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According to Sarah ArchAngels (another cute Angel-site) Cassiel is also described as the “ruling Prince of The Seventh Heaven” :o) On Angelology we can read that The Sevent Heaven is called Araboth and that; “The 7th Heaven is the holiest of the holy heavens. Araboth is ruled by ArchAngel Cassiel and is home to God and his Divine Throne.” Why not find out your ArchAngel and read more about him/her on the other pages?? :o)

I love angels

– and I don’t just consider them as something related to Christmas –

but as meaningful all-year-decorations

– a symbol of kindness and love.

Lots of hugs and love

♥

Torilpia

Another year has passed ..

2010-04-28T12:13:00.001+02:00

I have just gotten a year older – but nothing has changed .. :o)

After listening to books “The Kite Runner” and “Thousand Splendid Suns” by Khaled Hosseini – I was curious about the movie “The Kite Runner” – and the other night I watched it online. I’m sorry to say I didn’t like it. And I guess it’s basically because of the fact that I’ve “read” the book first. Hopefully the movie based on “Thousand Spledid Suns” will be better – that is if they’re even going to make the film.

Yesterday we had a minor disaster here. It was one of the few days where the kids could bring one of their own toys to the kindergarten. Well – I forgot!! The little one wasn’t exactly impressed by her mother when she came home. After a while she says; “ I’m looking forward to my next life – when I can have new parents.”

I got a little shocked at first – but I tried to make fun of it ..

Then I got told that “her new parents hopefully wouldn’t forget to bring toys to kindergarten – and not only be thinking of their own birthday”!!!

Well – she got me there :o)

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I did however get a lot of cuddle later on – after she figured out that it was nice to have a mummy to cuddle with as well :o)

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Anyway – lots of love and hugs for you all – Torilpia :o)

Me – The Hierophant?

2010-04-26T11:21:00.001+02:00

Found a cute little test on this web-page – had to take it of course :o)

Ended up being The Hierophant – and it fits – I guess .. :o) Here’s what it said;

“You are The Hierophant

Divine Wisdom. Manifestation. Explanation. Teaching.

All things relating to education, patience, help from superiors.The Hierophant is often considered to be a Guardian Angel.

The Hierophant's purpose is to bring the spiritual down to Earth. Where the High Priestess between her two pillars deals with realms beyond this Earth, the Hierophant (or High Priest) deals with worldly problems. He is well suited to do this because he strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant's only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.”

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Learning tarot takes time – and needs full attention. That I don’t have - at this time in life. But hopefully I’ll be back on track soon!

Lots of love and hugs from Torilpia :o)

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Rooster .. and the third eye :o)

2010-04-09T11:13:00.001+02:00

This Easter-vacation we went away for a few days. We stayed on an island long way out in this fjord. You can barely see the bridge we had to cross in the horizon. The first two days we had weather like this and a little rain – but the rest of the vacation we had great weather ….

We made ourselves a small “bonfire-place” and had a barbecue with both marshmallows and hot dogs .. the food tasted great outdoors – even when it was raining (at the first barbecue we had) :o)

My youngest daughter was so happy since she found a cute little friend to play with.

Small princesses – lots of happiness :o) ♥♥♥

Guess she really appreciated her friend – since she lent her the newest and prettiest princess-dress :o)

The first days we were lacking water – it was frozen – and we had to bring water from elsewhere .. the night before we went home the water came back .. guess the cars loved to finally get washed and get rid of all the salt from the roads .. guess the man loved to wash them - just as much :o)

My little one found her long lost princess-umbrella and she really wanted it to rain just for a little while.

Her father helped her in his own way with that .. :o) ♥♥♥

At one occation he was a little strict with her .. and she bursted out with the following sentence; “There’s a rooster on top of your head – poking you!” I just had to laugh – and so did he :o) She got a little upset and pointed her finger towards her forhead, between her eyes and said; “It’s true – I saw it with my third eye!!!” I almost couldn’t stop laughing .. she then closed her eyes and said; “Can you see it now?? Can you see my third eye??” She was actually serious about this .. :o) Must have been something she has overheard but not completly understood :o) Or maybe it’s me that doesn’t understand?? :o) At one later occation her older sister asked her if she saw something with her third eye. She closed her eyes for a while – opened them and said; “I think it’s exhausted! I don’t see anything!” :o) ♥♥♥

Hope you’ve had a great time these days as well!!

Love and hugs from Torilpia :o) ♥♥♥

Pink dreams

2010-03-21T16:12:00.001+01:00

It’s no secret that I love the color pink! So does my daughters :o)

There is a lot of pink in my house – and a lot of pink clothings to wash every single day!

Maybe my children are colored by me and my taste – or maybe it’s just that most girls somehow feels drawn towards this color? I don’t know – but what I do know is that if I let my fouryearold choose her outfit herself – it most likely have at least one pink spot on it :o)

Since all we buy and a lot we do - costs money - this made me think about just that – money - and about something I read about this resently.

What if nothing about money could be kept a secret anymore? What if everybody knew about every single money-transaction – made in the hole wide world? We would know everything about all companies, countries and private persons economic situations. Why do we keep this a secret at the first place? Why don’t we want others to know about our economic situation? What is this all about??

???????????????

Anyway – we are getting close to the Easter and another weeks vacation – guess the pink gets competition from another color by then :o)

YELLOW :o)

Lots of love and hugs from Torilpia :o)

SCAM ..

2010-03-16T13:50:00.001+01:00

Today I got a mail about me being the lucky winner of 750.000 GBP – but it was just a scam. What if it had been true??? :o) How much is that in Norwegian kroner?? About 6.5 million … WOW!!

They didn’t call me from the national lottery this weekend either .. :o/

BUT – we can dream .. anyway :o)

Often it’s almost better to be dreaming about something – than getting it. Someone once said to be “careful what you wish for” – so I guess it’s not for sure getting it, is for the best :o)

I think it was in Conversations with God – that it was written something like; you can always get what you wish for – but you can’t always get what you wish for. Meaning we can always get the wish – but not the thing we wish for. If you understand???

Well – I’ll just keep on dreaming .. every now and again .. :o)

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I’ve just finished a couple of bags for my eldest daughter. She needs them for her underwear and socks. Not actually quality-products .. but they’ll have to do for now. I can clearly see that I need a lot of practice on my machine as well .. but as long as my youngest is impressed (and she is - as long as the machine is making some noise) – I’m satisfied .. :o) I’ll just hope my eldest will be as well (satisfied – not impressed .. haha ..)!

This actually made me think about a sewing-story from a couple of years ago. I was about to make some curtains and just had to sew a couple of short seams. I don’t use this machine very often – but I started the project. It was soooo heavy … but I made it – finally. It was kind of weird actually – since I’ve managed to pull the fabrics forward instead of backwards …. meaning the machine was sewing the wrong way … :o/ :o)

Have a great week – big hug from Toril :o)

PS; I am fully aware of that I owe you a visit or ten .. and I promise I will do so .. eventually :o) HUGS!!

The two pictures in top of this post is Googled!

Another weekend!

2010-03-12T21:49:00.001+01:00

I’m just posting this to wish you all a great weekend. Due to family-issues – my English blog suffers terribly. I will try to visit my regular readers this weekend – hopefully some new ones as well. For those of you that would like to read bits and pieces from my life in between my posts here – it is possible to go to my Norwegian blog and use the Google-translater. Not always correct translations – but if something seems weird – just ask :o) I feel terrible for not beeing able to update this blog as often as my Norwegian.

But I am here .. and I will be visiting your blog as soon as possible.

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Outside it’s snowing – again – and everything is all white – again!

Just to comfort myself – due to this family-issues and all the snow – I’ve been shopping a few things today :o)

For the weekend – flowers and candles – colours and comfort!

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So – enjoy the weekend :o)

All the best and lots of love!!

Hugs from Torilpia!!

So tired ..

2010-02-26T10:36:00.001+01:00

I’m just writing a little post – to wish you all the best for the weekend.

The last week has been all about illness – and I’m out of energy.

I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to visit you or comment on your posts.

Anyway – I’m looking forward to do so – in a few days.

I’ll be back!!!

Have a great weekend – Hugs!!!

Torilpia

And the winner is ….. ???

2010-02-20T02:02:00.001+01:00

I really like the voice of this young man .. :o)

Even though he’s got some critisism for his English – and for not always singing “clear and clean” – I love this song and this voice …

Guess he can get far and be “someone” – when he grows up .. :o)

And for all those who are mad because he’s representing Norway in the Eurovision song contest;

“Prejudices are the chains forged by ignorance to keep men apart.”

(Marguerite Blessington)

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Not everybody kan perform as Keep of Kalessin :o)

Wish you all the best – lots of hugs!!!

Torilpia

Feeling sorry for ourselves

2010-02-12T10:55:00.001+01:00

When accidents occur or we’re having a period of misfortune – we often start feeling sorry for ourselves. I guess it’s only natural. I often feel sorry for myself – but feels like a crybaby if I go around showing it to other people. I still think we’re allowed to feel that way – sometimes.

We are to be strong and not fall into selfpity or worse. If we’re feeling so sorry for ourselves – that it affects the people around us it’s not good. If one has an accident – and he/she pushes people away because of selfpity … well - that’s probably because of his/hers pride – but what is pride? What makes a father push his kids away – when he’s suddenly without a job or in other ways lost his face. That’s pride isn’t it? And it’s selfpity!

This was probably worse in “the old days” – when our families was totally dependent on our income and contribution to life-support. No social-services was available back then .. If a man couldn’t support his family – he didn’t feel like a real man. If a woman struggled to feed her kids – she had to wait for her husband to bring home food – she couldn’t accept gifts from the community because that was charity – and it would make both her and her husband look bad. Seems rather foolish to me – but I guess I’ve never been to proud to accept gifts or anything else. I just look at it as fortune – that I’m lucky to get this things .. or whatever it is/was. It’s when it comes down to relationships – my pride shows up – and that’s not something I like about myself. Because of pride – I’ve got myself into some rather difficult situations – and – I’ve felt sorry for myself after.

So – why am I thinking about all this?

I saw a few episodes of The Little House on The Prairie and it was a lot of pride (and some selfpity) in that story.

Mikael Landon – wow .. what a smile :o)

The real Charles and Caroline Ingalls

The real Laura Ingalls Wilder and Almanzo Wilder

It’s amazing to see how they actually looked like. All though a lot of this story is fiction – there are many real parts as well. Realizing that the story about Mary (Laura’s blind sister) is most fiction – made me feel sad. She never married Adam – she never became a teacher on a blindschool – but then again she didn’t have to suffer the abortion of one child and the death (in a fire) of a second. It never happened.

A lot about this series and about Lauras life and the rest of her family – is to be found on the internet. Their real lives was quite exciting as well.

It’s a trip down the memory lane – life as it used to be or could have been – for more than 100 years ago.

I wish you all the best – lots of love and hugs!

Torilpia :o)

(The pictures are Googled)

Painful friendship

2010-02-01T08:34:00.001+01:00

The pain she felt – was breaking her heart!

What happened to the laughing girl - she once used to be?

The girl with hopes – dreams – fantasies for the future

- the search for happiness – her search -

ended in grief!

Her wrists witnessing about a time filled with anger – frustration – despair!

He didn’t want her – he wanted her only friend – and her friend wanted him as well!

What kind of friendship did they have since her feelings didn’t matter to her friend?

The scars on the outside was bad – but the ones inside – beyond description!

Soon she would be forgotten – as if she never was born into this world.

Only a wooden cross telling her name – the name you and I can’t remember!

Torilpia

We are starting a new week – and with this I would like to give you all a big hug!

All the best – Toril :o)

Happy-puncture

2010-01-29T12:43:00.001+01:00

During my education in acupressure some years ago – I was told about this special acupunct/reflexarea under the foot. If you’re in a bad mood – just put on your walking-shoes and start walking. During the walk – we get pressure on this point and becomes happier. I never took any notes about this – and quite frankly – I’ve forgotten exactly where it is … Does anybody know where this acupunct/reflexarea is located???

I know – that the walk itself – may lead to much better moods. So maybe it was just a trick – to make us walk more .. or is it actually for real??

(I found this chart on Google!)

But if the point is to be happier – then does it really matter – if it’s for real or not? Just go for that walk!

Or – maybe the point is – if there is such an acupunct/reflexarea – then we could just press and massage it for a while – and we don’t have to go for a walk?

We can stay in – watching TV or blogging on our computers – and still be …

… happy happy happy :o)

Have a great weekend – lots of love – and hugs - from Torilpia!

What do you think?

2010-01-23T11:56:00.001+01:00

Are we in for a Shift of the Ages?

What is 2012 about?

I found this one to be quite fascinating ..

And again – I wish we could stop all war – stop all the fighting!

I quote Leo Tolstoj;

“Everyone thinks of changing the world,

but no one thinks of changing himself.”

I quote from the last youtube-clip;

“You are only a thought away, from changing your life.”

Wish you all the best – lots of love – lots of hugs!!

Torilpia :o)

When children are growing up ..

2010-01-18T13:31:00.001+01:00

It’s monday – I’m a bit tired – but still ready for a brand new week.

It’s been a calm weekend. I feel more rested than before. But still – there’s something bothering me. As some of you might know, I do have two teenage daughters. The oldest is going on 18 and the other is soon to be 14. They are in different stages of their lives – but have gotten a lot more in common lately. Everything isn’t dominated by competition or siblings-jealousy. It is a fact that they were fighting like cats and dogs when they were younger. Whatever one of them got – the other wanted it as well. A few years ago – this changed. Now it’s very rare to hear them argue at all.

Wonderful :o)

What I wanted to write about here – is the feeling one gets when we realizes that our children is growing up. How do you deal with that? How can we let go – and trust them to manage their lives on their own? My 14-year-old is talking about moving away to another part of the country – with her dad. And the feeling hit me like a giant waterfall. My oldest daughter has been living with her dad the past couple of years – but they are living only one hours drive away. It’s many times that long to where my 14-year-old now wants to move - Oslo. I’m used to the situation of my oldest not living here, but still I have been feeling sad when she, because of friends and boyfriend – haven’t been here in weekends as often as she used to. I’m telling myself that she is a very sensible girl – not much fooling around there – and she is after all – almost grown up. In Norway 18 is the “grown-up-age” – when we are allowed most things, like driving a car, buying alcohol and tobacco, visit night clubs and vote at political elections. And - it is her father who is mainly responsible for her now – after all – not me … So ease up, woman!!! But I do like to control it all a little bit – anyway .. : o)

Back to my 14-year-old – who was my little girl in so many years before my youngest arrived in 2005. She has always been very attached to me, didn’t like sleep-overs and always needed to know where I was. The separation between us startet a little rough – by my youngest being born. Since then it’s happened bit by bit. She is very independent and manage to fix most things by herself. Now it’s all about horses, computers and friends. And every now and again – a small crush :o) She has mentioned this moving-thing before – but I haven’t actually paid any attention to it. Until now. Now it’s actually a chance of this being the reality. I am comforting myself – saying it might not last for so very long – but then again it might. If she likes the place, the people and the school. And it’s good for her – having more time with her dad – it’s not THAT long to Oslo is it ?? …. But it’s a long travel just for a hug!

… a hunger for life … Source; unknown!

This feeling – it has to be some kind of separation-anxiety – can’t find a word that covers it better. How do we prepare for this? Why aren’t we told about this pain – this fear – growing inside lots of parents – when our children leaves home as young adults and independent individuals?

I can’t answer that – in any other way – than with some words from the book I can’t seem to finish; Conversations with God 1; (I have the Norwegian copy – and will try to translate it back into English without loosing it’s meaning)

“If you want a guaranty in life - you don’t want life. You want a copy of a manuscript already written.”

With these words – I send you a big hug – because I need it – maybe you need it too?? :o)

Torilpia

Way too much to think about ..

2010-01-13T14:45:00.001+01:00

Sometimes I just don’t feel like writing anything. Not because I don’t have anything to write about – but because there is so much I want to share with my readers. There’s too much thinking – and not so much doing/writing. Maybe I’m under the influence of The High Priestess :o)

I’ll show you some pictures instead .. :o) They are all taken through the kitchen-window at my boyfriends house.

I didn’t want to go outside – but my boyfriend was there – and our little girl loved it outside. She has now found the “thinking-place” – the big stone where I often sit – looking at the sea – thinking. But mostly at summer – that is. There is a fantastic wiew. If you look the other way than our little girl does on this picture :o)

There is a little reflection of the window ..

We don’t use this entrance this time of the year :o)

The sunset

The mountains in the background – are the ones on the small island called Tustna.

Another day – we can barely see something called the sun, far away and above the clouds :o)

The ocean is rather black and it’s pretty dark at noon.

It really is beautiful!

Enjoy :o)

Lots of love – Torilpia!!

The High Priestess (II)

2010-01-09T11:44:00.001+01:00

The third card in the major arcana. You can read about the first two here; The Fool (0) and The Magician (I).

THE HIGH PRIESTESS

The unknown – Mystery – Secrets – The sixth sense.

When The High Priestess turnes up – she speaks of paying attention to our intuition and to trust it more than the obvious and logic solutions.

Look inside yourself, pay attention to your dreams, listen to your inner voice.

If she represent a person – it might be your mother, a female medium, a witch or a powerful, female boss/leader/chief. For a man she can represent the, at times, frightening female sides of himself, an independent woman that he can’t control or an idealized mistress that he can’t have a relationship to because she has no need of men – she may be interpreted as lesbian sexuality or a female mystery. For a woman she may represent the “my husband don’t understand me” situation or emotional isolation where the husband feel rejected and bitter.

She also represent the fase – the thinking period - before a creative period – like the unborn baby.

She is a world of secret ideas and inspiration, lust and curiosity, the virgin – untouched and full of possibilities to come. Be patient, wait until the right moment – she promise us knowledge – when the time is right.

Be aware though – of staying too long in this state of mind – take your inspiration and translate it into action.

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Do you have anything to add – or do you have another interpretation of the card? Let me know :o)

All my love – Torilpia :o)

Lucky me :o)

2010-01-06T00:35:00.001+01:00

The Christmas is over – the celebrating of the New year as well. What will this year bring of good and bad, happy and sad?

I haven’t taken away all of my Christmas decorations yet – but little by little it will all be gone in a few days. And then it’s about a year until next time. Well elleven months or less.

It’s really cold here in the middle of Norway these days. It’s been as low as - 24’C earlier today, and is probably even colder now.

Not so nice for outdoor activities.

I’m glad I don’t have to go to work when it’s so cold. Last year at this time I went to work at six or seven in the morning and wasn’t home again until six in the afternoon. Long - long days. But I can’t remember if there was this kind of cold weather at that time … ??

Anyway – I remain indoors – a lot of candles burning and a fire in my fireplace keeps me warm. The cat won’t go outside at all. I’m not looking forward to going to bed – the bedroom is soooo cold .. but I’ve opened the door now to make it warmer.

Actually – I am so lucky! I have a home – I have wood to put into my fireplace – I have a bedroom that is possible to make warmer – and I have clothes to put onto my body if I’m still freezing. Why complain about a cold bed? Why complain about the cold? Do I suffer? NO I DON’T!

It’s time to realize the fact that I am a lucky person – I AM SO FORTUNATE :o)

So what if the children argue?

So what if I’ve used a little too much money?

So what if I’m coming down with a cold?

So what if … ??

I’m still very fortunate compared to a lot of other humans in this world!

Are You?

All my love – Toril :o)

Merry Christmas

2009-12-24T02:45:00.001+01:00

.. well – I’ll guess it will be Christmas after all .. :o)

These last days went rather slowly. Didn’t seem to get anything done. But it will be Christmas no matter what :o) I think that I have remembered everybody I should remember – but still I have some kind of nagging feeling in the back of my head. I really hope it’s just my imagination. Most of my house is done – some small tasks before Grandma comes visiting, is left. But with my youngest getting up at five/six in the morning – I think I’ll manage to get that stuff done before breakfast .. :o)

So – all that’s left to do – is to wish you all a Merry Christmas. I will be visiting your blogs as soon as the Christmas is settled – and I’ve got som spare-time. Enjoy your holidays. Take good care of each other – and remember to send som loving thoughts to those whom doesn’t enjoy Christmas as much as we do.

Now – it’s bedtime – I just might get a couple of hours sleep – maybe a little more – before the little Princess of this house commands us out of bed :o)

All my love .. :o)

HUGS - TORILPIA :o)

More than enough

2009-12-18T16:19:00.001+01:00

I’m finding it strange that humans all over the world, can’t manage to agree about plans for saving our environment. Saving our planet. Making sure we have a world where our children and their offsprings can live in the future. But – as in everything else – it’s all about money. The rich never gets enough. And the countries which barely keeps their head over the surface – turnes out to be the loosers – again.

I think those countries – which only “survive” because of their polluting industries – should get subsidy and help from other countries, so that they can reduse their contamination of the environment. But – as it is today – they are punished instead – having to pay large amounts of money – so their economic conditions gets – if possible – even worse. The point is not to make as much money as possible – it is about saving our planet! Unfortunately too many of the rich countries – just doesn’t get the sharing-thing .. When that is said – there are of course countries that pollute a lot – that have the resources to do something about it – but won’t – just because “the others don’t do it …” I guess I’ve heard that saying before – from my kids about stuff I’ve said they’ll have to do ..

This issue is so important!!! For every single human being – for everything on this planet – our world – mother earth!

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Now – when we are going to celebrate Christmas and there are abundance all over – it may be wise to take a look at oneself. Both when it comes to the environment but also in addition to the powerty we see a lot of places. Can we limit our consumption in any ways? Can we share with those less fortunate than ourselves? Can we do – … something??? Do we need all that food? All those ornaments? All decorations – lights and so on? How much of all the food we buy for Christmas – will actually be eaten? How much do we throw away?

I have to admit that I’m not so clever on this area either. I do throw away food, with a bad feeling though. I do keep too many lamps burning around the clock, using a dryer for my clothes, the dishwasher is running almost every day, computers, tv’s etc is always on stand-by and much more. It’s for sure that I can do a lot to help the environment on my own. Maybe you can do something as well?? Both for environment – and for powerty. Maybe we can celebrate Christmas without the little bad feeling sneaking up on us in such occasions? Wouldn’t it feel good to be without that feeling every now and again – or maybe forever? :o)

(Google)

There are lots of thoughts that goes around in my mind – but I guess it’s time to wish you all a wonderful pre-Christmas-time and tell you to enjoy everyone of them. After all – most of us in the Blog-world is very fortunate and have the opportunity to do just that.

Hugs - Torilpia

100places.com

2009-12-15T13:43:00.001+01:00

Not long ago – a Canadian blogger; Andrea (with the blog; Beauty and Old Things) wrote shortly about her feelings for Africa and the feeling of those things she will never see. I quote;

“There are so many things that I will never see and it bothers me a lot. I watched "Out of Africa" (LOVE), a couple of nights ago, and it opened a hole in my soul...The sights, the time period. I may get to Africa but I will never see enough.”

This short paragraph made me think. About Africa, the animals, the threats from the growing deserts, the extermination of threatened animal species and so on. But this is not something that only happens in Africa. Rare animal species are threatened with extermination all over the world. The climate is getting warmer and there is danger of rising sea levels. There are extreme weather conditions, melting of glaciers and sea ice. Destruction of the rain forrest and of important corals in the sea.

A Danish blog that I’ve found resently; Himmel og fjord – mentioned a website called 100places.com. On this site you can read about all of this. This is actually a collection of 100 pictures/videos taken from places all over the world, that have some kind of threat hanging over them. "100 Places to Remember Before they Disappear". You can also read about the things you and I can do to help the earth getting better. So that we are part of the solution. Here is two of their pictures; from Western Hudson Bay, Canada and The Maldives.

So maybe it’s a time for travelling

– se as much as we can –

or maybe just the opposite

– let’s save this planet first?

So – go see that website!!

All my love – Torilpia

Celebrating

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My first meeting with this kind of music, was when a co-worker introduced me to Andreas Vollenweider’s Caverna Magica. Since then I’ve grown quite fond of such music and I always find something that fit’s for my state of mind. This is one of his old ones – and definitely worth listening to.

Slowly – the Christmas is getting closer. Not everyone loves this season and everybody doesn’t celebrate Christmas. Then this time might be kind of awkward – I guess. With so many preparing for Christmas – it’s easy to feel left out – unless you have a great support system behind you. Children might feel this in school or among friends – without actually understanding why they don’t celebrate. On the other hand – those who choose not to celebrate – because they just don’t want to – or just don’t care – are a little off the hook – since they don’t have to answere to a higher force or some kind of God. So what is this season all about anyway? Is it a pagan tradition from the earths origin – the really old days? Is it to celebrate the birth of Jesus? Is it a celebration of the sun – starting it’s cycle towards brighter/lighter days?

What’s it to you?

For me it’s mainly about traditions – the opportunities to be with family. Doing all those Christmas-things that the children loves. Making cookies. Christmas decorations. Creating gifts. Wrapping in gifts. Making and writing Christmas-cards and – tags. The candles and the glitter. Lots of Santas and Angels – all over. The peace on Christmas eve – the music. Children singing. As long as my children loves this – I will do it. And I love it as well.

Enjoy your pre-Christmas-days – if you celebrate it or not :o)

All the best – Torilpia!

Utopia ..

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If every human being really wants to ..

.. we can stop all fighting ..

.. end all powerty ..

.. and ..

.. correct all the “bad” things in our world.

But only if everybody wants to …

.. together we have all that power – an amazing gift!

From Wikipedia;

“Utopia is a name for an ideal community or society, that is taken from Of the Best State of a Republic, and of the New Island Utopia, a book written in 1516 by Sir Thomas More describing a fictional island in the Atlantic Ocean, possessing a seemingly perfect socio-politico-legal system. The term has been used to describe both intentional communities that attempted to create an ideal society, and fictional societies portrayed in literature. "Utopia" is sometimes used pejoratively, in reference to an unrealistic ideal that is impossible to achieve.”

All my love – Torilpia!

Regrets ..

2009-12-08T21:27:00.001+01:00

There are things I regret doing .. and there are things I regret NOT doing. I guess both ways it’s unpleasant to think about later on. Most of the time I’ve tried to make use of the opportunities I’ve stumbled across – but things aren’t always as simple as they first appear to be. When it comes to what I do for others, I have done things I regret – but there are more things that I regret NOT doing. This is something I need to work on.

Today – on our way into the nearest city (Trondheim) – we did see this old man slip and fall onto the icy road leading up to his house. He struggled to get up – but we didn’t see if he made it, because we passed his house so fast. I couldn’t let go of the scene – and made my father turn around and go back to see if he was ok. Luckily he was gone – so he must have made it back inside. Hopefully without much damage. And I finally could let go. We did the right thing about it – even if it turned out it wasn’t necessary to go back.

Later – downtown – I passed this young man selling books, outside a shop I went into. He wasn’t able to talk, but tried to communicate anyway. These books/magazines gives the salespersons 50% of the income and it’s basically alcoholics, drug-addicts and so on, whom are selling them. After passing I kept thinking about this and I really think it’s a good concept. I usually buy these kinds of magazines, but have never bought books. People selling these books are amazing, and so eager to get money in other ways than by criminal actions. When I came outside – I went up to him – giving him the money and got myself a copy of the book and a beautiful, greatful smile. It turnes out the book is full of interesting stuff – and a lot of it. Guess I have something to read for a long time :o)

AND not to forget – I feel like I’ve done very good today!

It doesn’t have to be that big self-uplifting thing – but small things like I’ve told you about here – that makes a difference. To others and especially for one self. What have you done lately – that made you feel great – that made you feel that you made a difference to others? These small things today – made it for me. And it wasn’t hard – at all!!

Have a wonderful evening, night and day – all the best – Torilpia :o)

The Rose

2009-12-07T12:37:00.001+01:00

Many years ago – I watched Bette Midler in the movie The Rose. The film touched me deeply. It’s about a young female singer (Mary Rose Foster – The Rose) and is more or less based on Janis Joplins life. This song is taken from that movie – and even if this youtube-post is not so good – I still get the same feeling – as I did first time I watched the movie and heard this song. I still feel like crying.

It also makes me think about all the wonderfull people – that are no longer with us. Singers, writers, actors and in other ways - loved ones. I just have to play it one more time – before I wipe my tears.

All my love – to my readers and to all of those wonderful people that makes us feel good by sharing music, words and actions with the rest of us.

Hugs .. Torilpia!

Jesus – The King

2009-12-01T22:08:00.002+01:00

My four-year-old daughter was in church today. When she came home – I asked her about the church-visit.

I: Did you sing Christmas-carols in the church?

My daughter: No, we sang Jesus-songs!

I: Ok, so now you know who Jesus was?

My daughter: Yes, and he wore a white dress. And he is some kind of king – up in a cloud somewhere. But he doesn’t wear a crown – like the real kings do ….

A little bit cute though :o)

It makes me think about something I read in the local newspaper yesterday. An American woman found a print on her iron – not long ago. She’s convinced that it’s Jesus on that print. And that he sent her a sign – that everything was going to be fine. Struggling at work and in the middle of a divorce – she really needed something good in her life.

So what do you think? Does it look like Jesus? Do you think it’s a sign from Jesus (or God)? Does it actually matter if it was or not? I mean – if it made her feel better, and it gave her some faith – who are we to judge about this? Nobody will ever know – until they are dead – or - maybe not, even then.

Some say Jesus and God exists – others say they don’t. But if we think about it – does anybody really know? There are people who say they’ve talked to God or seen Jesus. But they can’t prove it to us – in a way that shows us it’s true. We can choose to believe. And on what grounds? Only their way of letting us know. Their way of expressing themselves. And most likely their charisma. I do believe in Neale Donald Walsch – I really do – the more I read – the more I believe.

I think the print looks like Jesus – but as others have expressed – it also looks a little like Mona Lisa .. :o) But as humans we have an ability to see “faces” in everything, and everywhere. I used to have nightmares because of the curtains I had on my room as a child .. they were full of faces .. :o)

THANK YOU FOR READING THIS POST!

Wish you all a wonderful day, evening, night – God bless :o)

Torilpia

The pictures in this post is Googled.

A Wonderful World

2009-11-26T12:55:00.001+01:00

I’m getting a little melancholic whenever I hear this song. Wonderful melody, beautiful words.

But in a way I feel that these days are over. The world doesn’t seem so wonderful anymore. Not if we take a look on everything that’s going on. People killing others – child abuse – rape – stealing – cheating. Killing of the rainforrest – the ozon hole – extermination of rear animals, insects and plants. Lack of drinking water and food. The financial crisis. And this is just the tip of the iceberg. We all need to do whatever we can to help the environment, people in need and more. If you believe in the power of thinking – why don’t we all start thinking the same? Why don’t we all pull in the same direction? But I guess it’s an illution. This – and everything else – is all about money. In Neale Donald Walsh’s first book Conversations with God; he mention something about this. If nobody is sick – the doctors and many more are without work. These relations you’ll find in most professions – all over the world. It’s all about money.

Pictures like this makes me wonder about 2012 .. will it happen .. or will something happen .. if it does – what can we expect? I don’t want to think about this so much .. but every now and then these thoughts come sneaking into my mind – and my heart beats just a little bit faster ..

We’ll just have to wait and see!

Meanwhile I will start looking for all those good things in life. For despite all the above – there are a lot of things to be greatful for. A lot of wonderful things. A lot of love.

Today is a wonderful day – for me – and I’ll do my best to keep it that way.

This morning’s heaven;

Have a wonderful day – all my love!!

Toril

Livia

2009-11-20T01:03:00.003+01:00

My four-year-old daughter has, as long as I can remember (after she started talking properly – before the age of two) been talking about a place called; LIVIA.

Livia was where she had her house, her children (all eight of them), a father for the children and lots of other stuff and people. She has told us the names of these children (and remembered them at all times), the name of the first father and the second father. (The first one died for a reason I can’t remember right now.) She told us how things looked like and more. Her house was purple inside and white outside.

Whenever something happened in this life – she came up with a similar story from Livia. For a period of time – it was a little too much. But we didn’t say that she couldn’t talk about it. Then it was nothing – for a long time. Now – suddenly she began to talk about it again.

However – a couple of nights ago – she told me her house got caught in a volcano-burst and lava burnt all of it. All the children died. She said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I asked her if she didn’t have to go to Livia anymore – now that her kids were dead. She said; No – but she might would like to have new kids – when she grew up. We concluded that it was a bit tiring to travel between two homes like that and tend to eight children and a husband – when you’re just four years old :o)

I found this picture by searching for Livia – it’s on a page called Livia Corona – they are/have been building two million homes in Mexico .. do you see the little white house? – and in the back the volcano???? :o) Just kidding :o)

Livia was also the name of one of the most powerful women in the Roman Empire. Married to Emperor Augustus. She was later called Julia Augusta.

It’s kind of fun she came up with such a name all by herself – at the age of two (or it may have been earlier).

Have a nice weekend – all of you :o)

I just found this fantastic blog

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For the ones who would like a shirt/t-shirt slightly different – visit this blog;

http://bubbleshandmade.blogspot.com/

The designer is Adina Maiorescu – and I fell in love with the shirts at once :o)

This yin-yang shirt is my favorite – I think ..

.. or ..

maybe this black one – with words worth remembering;

Life is too short

to wake up with regrets.

Love the people who treat you right &

forget the ones who don’t!

Believe that everything happens for a reason.

If you get a chance – take it

If it changes your life – let it

Nobody said life would be easy

they just promised

it would be worth it.

So cute – just gotta love it :o)

All the pictures are taken from bubbles blog!

Scary stuff

2009-11-16T11:30:00.001+01:00

Where I live – it’s kind of dark in the evenings this time of the year. There is no street lights and very little light from the houses along our road. I’m a bit of a sissy and don’t like to go outside when it’s dark.

And the reason why I’m so scared of this is a creature called MOOSE. Everyone keeps telling me that it’s not out walking after the dark – but still – I don’t like to go outside in the dark.

Photo; Håkon Røvang, Nittedal, Norway

Thursday – in the middle of the day – in broad daylight – there is a visitor coming up the driveway and into my yard. It’s a young moose. It stops in front of the house – a perfect position for a photo. I was sitting in front of the window – with my camera on the table next to me. I’ve just copied pictures from the camera into my laptop. I grabbed the camera – ready to shoot. But nothing happens. The battery in the camera was suddenly empty ….. I felt like screaming .. How often does this happen – that a moose is standing right outside my livingroom window?????

I’m running for my mobile phone – switcing on it’s camera – but the moose was moving. I went into my daughters room, which has a window in the direction the moose was heading. I see the moose, I push the mobile camera button – hoping to at least get a picture showing how close the moose was to my house. The camera locks a picture – but that is not the actual picture that is taken. Why do these kind of cameras do that – it fools me every single time. The picture I ended up with – has a brown-grey shadow behind the trees in the woods at the back of my garden. It sure doesn’t look like a moose. I got sooooo mad!!!!! Stupid - stupid camera ….

Back into the living room – my four-year-old ask me this; Why didn’t you use the little grey camera? ………….. I’ve forgotten my old Canon Ixus camera … :o( And for once – it’s battery was full…………………….. How is it possible to ruin a chance like this .. ???

Anyway – it’s monday – it’s the beginning of a new week – with lots of new opportunities. I’m hoping for good health and great weather. Maybe even the moose comes back??? I wish .. :o)

Have a wonderful week!!! Lots of love!!

Patch-work heaven

2009-11-12T10:52:00.002+01:00

I had to take a photo of the sky today.

A great patch-work of clouds.

Amazing – in my opinion :o)

All my love!!

The Fool

2009-11-10T13:49:00.001+01:00

When I started making posts about my Tarot-cards – I started with The Magician (the second card) – wich actually has the number 1 (one) in the Major Arcana of Tarot. I should have started with The Fool wich has number 0 (zero) – and is the first card in the deck. As you might know – the Tarot deck is split into The Major Arcana and The Minor Arcana. The Major Arcana includes 22 special-cards – like The Magician and The Fool. The Minor Arcana is split in four “elements” (kind of like a normal card deck), wich is Wands, Cups, Swords and Pentacles. Each one of this four “elements” contains the numbers from 1 (ace) – 10 in addition to four Court cards; King, Queen, Knight and Page.

Since The Fool is the first card in The Major Arcana – it’s natural to start with this card in a series of posts about the Tarot cards. So here we go! The Fool comes first – and his position in the card deck – gives us a sign of the cards meaning.

The Fool seems a little careless in a childish way. He’s playful, filled with wonder and curiosity. Dancing and juggling in the beginning of his journey. He’s innocent, filled with optimism and joy. He symbolize the start of a new process, a new choice. The options are many and open. Take a chance and not be afraid of what others think about it.

But don’t be reckless. In spite of the dancing and juggling – The Fool seems to be in control.

This card may symbolize the person you read or someone in this persons life (past, present or future). A person with The Fools features. Or it may symbolize a particular situation in this persons life. The cards next to The Fool or it’s placement – in the card-spread - will give you more information about who or what this is all about.

The Fool may be read in different ways – but it’s a positive card - if one is aware of carelessness and other less positive behaviours.

If YOU have something to add to this post, if something strikes you as odd or feels wrong – please leave a comment under this post. Remember – I’m still pretty new to Tarot and I still use the Tarot-books a lot :o)

Wish you a wonderful evening - all my best!!

BTW; You can read the post about The Magician – here!

Cloud-factories

2009-11-03T11:06:00.002+01:00

Childrens way of thinking and their logic – never stops to amaze me.

My youngest daughter spoke at an early age – having real long conversations before she became two years old. She had full control of the words and their meaning. When she stumbled across new and difficult words – she still managed to use them correctly. Our family was really impressed. She wasn’t very old when this episode took place. She had figured out – that the floor was on the groud – and the ceiling was above us. In a way she concluded that it was the same way outside.

This was a sunny day – but with some clouds in the sky. Standing outside on the veranda, she was studying the clouds for a while before she asked me this;

- Why is there cotton on the ceiling?

It does look a little like cotton – doesn’t it :o)

Now she has figured out this “sky – clouds – stuff” - well .. almost :o) But then again – she is as a fact - FOUR years “BIG/OLD” :o) Important to remember the age at this time .. she sais .. :o)

…

On a drive to our nearest city – a couple of weeks ago – she became very fascinated of some factory-pipes, with smoke coming out of them.

She concluded that this was “cloud-factories”. Since they were making clouds – of course :o)

Her grandfather bragged about her logic for a while – and she then replied;

- Yes, I’m clever and knows a lot of stuff!

Well – who am I to argue about that?? :o)

Her self-confidence is the best – that’s for sure.

Anyway – the cloud-factories are working a little to hard these days – but I guess it’s normal for this time of the year. Have a nice week.

Lots of love!!

The last two pictures are Googled!

Coming Back by Raymond Moody

2009-10-24T18:51:00.001+02:00

Raymond Moody was - and still is, a sceptic – like me. However I think I’m convinced of the fact that we have lived before. I believe in reincarnation and a life both before and after life. I even believe there is a life between lives. When he first wrote the book Life after life – a book about near death experiences – he received a lot of letters from readers all over. In between all these letters/stories he found information about people remembering their previous lives as well. He decided that he had to look into the matter and even went for a regression himself.

He found NINE previous lives.

The book Coming Back – is written at the end of the eighties and a lot has happend in the world since that time. We are much more open about this subject now, a lot of books are written and a lot of people have come forward telling their stories. But even if this book is a bit old – I found it interesting. He wrote about stuff I never heard about before. He said something about people who believe and those who disbelieve – they are actually “in the same boat”. Previous lives are impossible to prove or contradict. I guess it’s up to each and everyone of us – if we believe or disbelieve. Raymond Moody still write books, is available for personal consultations, holds lectures/workshops and participate in a numerous radio- and tv-shows – including Oprah :o)

A theraphist, believing in reincarnation – described life in this way;

It feels like waiting in line for a ride in a roller-coaster. They say that when a man is in line for a ticket, something inside of him knows that when he sits with his head down - in really high speed, he actually don’t want to be there. But still he buy’s his ticket, the excitement is unavoidable.

The fact that we will be inflicted by various diseases and be exposed of disasters, is not important compeared to the fact that we will learn a lot about ourselves spiritually – as we time after time line up for a ride in The Roller-coaster of Life.

Raymond Moody uses words like cryptomnesia and xenoglossy as alternative causes for old memories and pictures coming up. He also touches the subject of hypnagogic state.

Kryptomnesia is described as episodes when memories/pictures hidden deep inside are coming up again – in a way as if they are new. Most likely in creative situations. Among others, Helen Keller once got fooled by a situation like this, writing the story The Frost King. As it turned out, the story was a “copy” of The Frost Fairies – written by another author 29 years earlier. Since Helen Keller was both blind and deaf – she had to totally depend on others for knowledge and information. She had no conscious memories about this story and was stunned. It turned out that a friend of her, “read” her the story some years before she wrote The Frost King.

Xenoglossy happens when a client starts to talk a foreign language during regression. Sometimes the therapists knows the language, other times they don’t. Those who believe in reincarnation may think the client talk in a “lost” or “dead” language. Why they do this is unknown. Maybe the client recently overheard the language on the bus or on the radio or someplace else. The believers think it is a sign of previous lives.

Hypnagogic state is the state we are in, between beeing fully awake and beeing asleep. Not sleeping – not awake. During a hypnotic regression – one easily gets into a hypnagogic state and we gets up very colorful and complicated pictures. The difference from dreams is that we don’t participate, but are wathing it all from the sideline and still know where we actually are. In dreams we are a part of the action.

Then we are left with some new information, telling us what’s NOT regressions to previous lives. But with all the other cases – well – who knows??

An intriguing and interesting book – no matter what wiew you have in this situation. I would like to believe that we live several lives – and don’t just turn off the switch when we die. It’s a really comforting thought that we can be reunited with our loved ones on the other side.

All my love!!

Children

2009-10-18T23:45:00.001+02:00

.. say the sweetest things.

BUT – when my four-year old told me she was looking forward to die – my heart almost stopped.

I got a grip of myself and asked her; Why?

She looked at me – as if I was a bit stupid or something and said; Because - then I will become an angel!

And I am sure she will!!!

The Magician

2009-10-18T13:44:00.001+02:00

In Tarot – we have this card called; The Magician. At the forum Magicgate – they asked for the users interpretation of this card. I am using The Gilded Tarot deck and The Magician is different from the one they are showing in the forum.

But I love my tarot deck.

This is “The Magician”.

He looks strong and wise. In full control of the four elements; wands, cups, swords and pentacles. He knows how to use them – and how powerful they are. So for me “The Magician” represent knowledge, wisdom and full control of will and elements. There is a small warning about this card however; one need to be aware of negative manipulation and control as a result of “the power”.

Do you have a tarot deck?

Which one?

Do you use it regularly for information or just for fun?

I’d love to hear about it. Please leave a comment.

HALLOWEEN

In the shops these days - there are Halloween stuff all over. I wasn’t sure about what date it was – but googled it and found that it was due on 31. oktober. I’m not a great fan of this event – but it seems like the kids love it. However – it doesn’t have that long of a tradition here in Norway, but we are slowly catching up.

I’ve already bought some candy and other stuff – but I guess we need a lot more … :o)

Hopefully it will be a nice evening after all.

Do you “celebrate” Halloween?

What’s the most important thing about that evening? Hints or tips?

All the best .. HUGS!!

I just can’t help myself ..

2009-10-10T01:46:00.001+02:00

.. but sometimes I do weird things. And I mean weird.

I do have a self-destructing aspect in my personality. Unfortunately.

Let’s say I want to loose some weight. I decide that TODAY is the first day on my new diet. And what happens? After a couple of hours – my body, or more correctly – my head - craves for something good. Cake – icecream or just sugar. Or maybe melted cheese … or pizza … or … How long does it take before I’m off my diet???

Sometimes when I’m trying to save up some money – that’s the times when I desperately need to buy this or that. It’s like I have to do the opposite of what I’m actually is going to. It gets me so frustrated.

There are som web-pages or blogs that I just need to visit as often as I can. Some of them because they are interesting, others because they are useful or just fun. But then there is some pages I just have to visit because they really annoyes me. People writing the most stupid things. I just can’t help myself – I have to comment or ask questions about what they actually mean with it all. This makes me feel “not so nice”. But then again – it might make the readers AND the writers think a little bit further – realizing what’s been written - is just plain stupid.

I’ve always thought that if one doesn’t have anything nice to say – then just don’t say anything. I would certainly not tell any lies – just to keep a friendly tone. I’m done with that. BUT – when I ask my questions or come with my comments – I try not to be spiteful or make others feel bad.

In blogs there are often written comments that are not so nice – I have to say that I am not one of them – but if I read something I think is wrong or just plain stupid – I ask questions or write comments just to put a finger on the issue. That must be called constuctive criticism – or what?

Now – you might think this is a plain stupid post – but then you are free to ask me questions or leave a comment - so that I understand what I could have done different to make my point shine through. You know – when bad comments are given with a good attention – they’re not so bad after all. It’s like this small pond (see photo above) that the rain makes in my driveway – then the rain is not so bad after all :o)

Have a be-nice day :o)

The Love of my life – My children

2009-09-29T22:53:00.001+02:00

In my 41 year long life – I’ve met a lot of different men. But never completely fallen in love. I thought I was – or at least I tried and WANTED to be in love. But as the time passed on – I realized that I wasn’t. The closest I’ve been – must have been when I was a teenager – 14 years old. I fell for this beautiful young man – almost 18. I always blushed when I met him. And God forbid if he actually talked to me. But the magic happened when he one evening came up to me and asked me to go for a walk in the moonshine. He finally discovered ME. However – like young love tend to do – it lasted only for a few months. He then moved on – and started dating a friend of mine. That hurt – a lot!! And I was really surprised about it ending.

Like in this quote by Benjamin Disraeli;

- The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.

But – IT DID!

For almost 18 years ago – when I got pregnant with my oldest daugther – things started to happen. And for about 17 years ago – someone stole my heart – totally. My child – my first little princess. For 14 years ago – carrying my second daughter – I was wondering how it would be possible to have room in my heart for another child. I was kind of worry too. But when I held her in my arms for the first time – my heart expanded – there was just as much love for a second child. I then had two beautiful princesses. I was really blessed.

Of course – there was a lot of work, worrying and responsibilities – and I really struggled in periods of their younger years. But there was a lot of love – and that was the most important thing of all. I decided that I shouldn’t have any more children. It would be too difficult to handle.

But in one way or another – I changed my mind. Four years ago – when my third daughter was born – my heart grew even more. I started to think of my heart as a gladiolus (flower) – growing one flower at the time – one for each of my children. Every single one special – every single one beautiful – and together – PERFECT!

(Photo: Google/Mestergrønn)

I would like to end this post with a story about my four-year-old daughter. She has been home from kindergarden today because of a sore throat.

She was watching TV when I came and gave her a cup of warm tea, with milk and sugar. And a cheese sandwich (that she wouldn’t eat of course). She took the cup – looked up at me – smiled and said; “You are so kind mammy!”

No wonder my heart melted :o)

No wonder my kids are THE LOVE OF MY LIFE :o)

Seasons change

2009-09-20T14:47:00.001+02:00

The fall is cathing up with us here in the middle of Norway – and really fast now. The leaves are turning yellow and orange, red and brown. The wind blows the leaves off the trees – like a blizzard – only with leaves instead of snow.

But at least we can still find some berries here and there.

I’m so lucky to have some of them in my garden. In no time I can pick berries for desserts or cakes or just to put in my freezer for later use.

I’m not looking forward to the winter this year. Somehow I feel that I haven’t had any summer. The switch came to sudden for me, since I was away for almost a month at this time.

On the other hand – we’ve had a couple of nice days now. Warm and sunny.

But still – the colors tell a different story – the summer is gone.

Hopefully we still have to wait for the snow to come, for many weeks.

The best thing about this “dark season” – is that we now can light a lot of candles inside – and outside. This gives me a good feeling – always.

The fireplace is a great thing to have these days.

I’m actually using it to burn old jounals today. Since I’m in a process of eliminating old memories and feelings that are holding me back. As a symbol of this process I burn all of my old jounals. The memories that are important are already placed in my mind and the feelings that are important are in my heart. The rest is burning – disappearing. A lot of pain, disappointments, hurt feelings and more. Old letters from former lovers or penpals that disappeared suddenly. Everything – gone! It’s a bit difficult – but still I’m happy to do it. This is not something I want my children to read – or anyone else for that matter. I was a real handful – desperately searching for love and relationships. I felt so alone. It’s so obvious now. Finally!!!

Iwish that I’ve seen it earlier. But still – I’m glad I see it today.

Wish you all the best – wherever you are – and whatever season you are moving into.

Another regression

2009-09-18T13:25:00.001+02:00

A while ago I was on my second regression. I was a bit intimidated in front, because I had such a good regression last time. My therapist said it was normal to feel that way – but still I felt uncomfortable lying there. She had to work hard to get me relaxed enough to start the regression. This time – more than the first time - I felt I was making stuff up. I was twisting my mind to find out if the pictures or feelings I got into my mind – came from something I’ve read or seen on TV or anything else. My mind was really working hard to find other solutions of this.

After a while I felt very dizzy. My body felt like spinning around and around. Like beeing drunk or maybe I was in a boat. I got a terrible pain in my head – and my back was hurting as well. I started to feel sick and tried not to throw up.

The therapist counted me back in time and the pain went away.

However I was still a little bit dizzy. I got a feeling of beeing a man, since I had very hairy arms and legs – and was kind of - “dirty”. The clothes I was wearing were made of fur and leather. It was all just some kind of feeling – couldn’t actually see it.

It then felt like I was in a room with many men – older than me – more scary and brutal. I was a bit afraid – but felt this was something I had to do. We were drinking something that tasted bad – a lot of it. No wonder I felt so dizzy. Beeing accepted by this men made me feel proud in a weird way. This was not good men – they were some kind of warriors, not vikings but something else. I didn’t like what they were doing – but had nothing to say about it.

The therapist then counted me forward in time again.

Now I was actually in a boat or ship, feeling drunk and a bit sick. I was alone. The other men had left me and went ashore. I was told to stay there until they returned. There was a storm building up outside and the water was very turbulent. It was a large wooden boat and I was sitting under deck. I got the image of flashing lights that I think must have come from the swinging lamp hanging under deck or maybe it was from the storm outside. I felt more and more nervous. I started drinking more heavily. I then realized I had to pee. I was climbing a ladder to go up on the deck – but I slipped because of the big waves throwing the boat from side to side. I fell and hit my head on something hard. It was really painful and it started to sting – as if it was bleeding a lot. Then my back started to ache. I must have hit my back in the fall in addition to my head. I was hurting and bleeding. I felt sick and dizzy.

Then the therapist counted me forward.

I was still alone, lying on my back. Still the waves were beating the boat around. I was feeling numb. I was angry – very angry. With myself. I could have avoided this situation. If I only had stood up for myself. If I hadn’t been drinking so much – if I hadn’t gone on this trip. A lot of self-destructing behaviour had lead up to this situation. Wanting to be so hard and tough – beeing one of this bad boys travelling around. Maybe I could have stopped it -just maybe ..

I was looking at the inside of the boat until I closed my eyes and let go.

The therapist told me to go to my healingplace on the other side. She was asking for healing for my soul. Asking for me to meet up with this other men I was travelling with, and then tell me to talk to them. Say what I should have said. Tell them how I felt. Get my anger and frustration out to those who partially put me in that situation. It felt better afterwards.

She then counted me back to the present.

I’m a bit confused about what all this meant. But I felt how easy it was to just go with the flow. And how terrible it might end – in just a second’s mistake or unattention.

If this really was a past life – or if I’m just a “storyteller” – remains to be seen – in the afterlife.

Please leave a message on this page/blog – since I’m not checking my Blogcatalog profile regularly. I will be visiting your blog if you leave me a trace. All the best!!

(The pictures are my own – please do not copy without permission.)

It’s been a while ..

2009-09-06T13:33:00.002+02:00

since my last post. The reason is that I’ve been away for three weeks. I’ve been without internet access and strangely enough – it felt very good. I’ve been staying on a small island on the coast of Norway. The reason for the stay was to figure out where to go from now – with my worksituation, my living arrangement, my on and off relationship and most important; to find out who I really am. Not the mother, the employee, the housewife, friend or familymember – but ME.

The experience was not entirely positive. I’ve learned a lot about myself – but I also realized that this place was not the right place for me. The therapist/teacher or what I should call her – preached one thing, but didn’t live by it herself. The respect lacking from public instances was one of her main issues – however, she didn’t exactly show us respect either. She teached us that only oneself can tell what is right or wrong for our wellbeeing – but she was the one telling us when we should live by it. We certainly shouldn’t live by it as long as we were there. Because she and only she, was the boss and the one with knowledge and wisdom.

But underneath it all – there is a great concept which she should have a lot of credit for. In about three hours individual therapy she figured out the main reason for most of my problems. My psycologist haven’t figured it out yet – and we have worked toghether for months. Now I’m a little confused – I’ve been torn to bits and pieces emotionally and don’t know how to put it all together again. It’s like being cut open on a hospital and sent out to make it heal on your own. Since I chose to leave before the end of the stay, in protest of her system and inflexibility, her aggression when pointing it out to her and her two-faced way of marketing herself and her teaching – I am now on my own. After two days of scratching the fundament of my soul – I’m now convinced that I did the right thing. Standing up for myself – taking responsibility of my own healing and wellbeeing. I am not sure if I should take some steps according her etic responsibility as a therapist and teacher or just forget about it. But she is kind of playing with other peoples mind and emotions. I definently have to do some serious thinking about this.

As a tragic-comic twist – after leaving the place I found out that the psycoligist working for them, actually is a previous colleague of mine .. and one I’ve been intimate with on a cristmasparty – long time ago. How great is that????? If I’ve known this – I certainly wouldn’t have spilled out my heart and soul.

So now – life goes on. Putting one piece upon an other. Hopefully it fits great :o)

All my love!!!

Past life and regression

2009-08-13T17:56:00.001+02:00

Do you believe in reincarnation?

Have you lived more than one life?

And what is regression?

I believe in reincarnation. I believe we have lived more than one life. Or at least is going to live more than one life. And when it comes to regression – I will now tell you about my experience with it – and also my meeting with another life of mine.

The therapist told me to talk about everything I felt, saw, heard, smelled or in other ways came into my head.

At first I was put into hypnosis by the therapist. She told me to visualize a corridor with many doors. I was told to go through one of them. When I entered – everything was black. I was sure that this didn’t work with me. I am a skeptic – after all. But suddenly I saw a light. I was told to walk towards it – but when I reached the place the light must have come from – it was all dark. I couldn’t see anything. I felt some hands on my shoulders – trying to turn me in an other direction – as if I needed help to find the right direction. Then I was left alone in the dark. It became difficult to walk – since I couldn’t see and I didn’t know the place. Somehow I got the feeling there was something wrong with my eyes. I felt alone, scared and couldn’t see anything. I had no shoes on my feet – I could feel the ground underneath me. My heart was beating so hard and fast. I was somewhat surprised of the different feelings my body and mind gave me through this regression.

Then the therapist counted me forward in time – to another important event in that life.

I then felt as if I was lying down – not in a soft bed – but on something hard. I still couldn’t see anything. I felt weak and very, very hungry. This was really weird since I ate dinner right before going to this regression. I was not hungry at all – in real life. I also felt very thin and bony. It was a struggle to sit up – and I just wanted to lie down – sleeping.

I was then counted forward in time again.

Still lying – I felt ok. Not hungry anymore. My heart was not beating fast or hard. Couldn’t feel it at all actually. In real life I felt it of course. And I finally saw something. It was a lot of grey planks nailed together. I got the feeling of lying in a coffin made of wood. The therapist wanted me to leave the body and go to my special healing place – but I couldn’t. She asked me if I wanted someone to help me – and I accepted. Since I felt so alone and sad – I really wanted some kind of mother-figure to help me. Then I saw a yellow bright light. Shaped like a woman. Kind of like Mother Theresa combined with Virgin Mary. I couldn’t see the face. but I felt the light all around me. Then the feeling of being all alone came over me so strong. I started to cry – and I cried for a long time. Still feeling the light all around me. It was very comforting – somehow. After I’ve got some healing – I was counted back into the present.

So this was my first meeting with an earlier life – a life as a blind person – all alone.

Now it makes sense to me – why I’m so afraid of going blind – and why eye-diseases frightens me so much.

But in a way – I’m still skeptic to what happened in there. Somehow I feel like I’ve made it all up. I just cannot explain the hands on my shoulders, my heart beating so fast and hard, the feeling of being hungry and the tears that came from nowhere.

At another time – I will tell you about my next regression – I had another one done for not so long time ago.

So what do you think – did I make it all up – did the therapist feed me with the “right” questions and response leading up to what happened – or did I live this life earlier on? Have you had a regression or another experience that indicated that you have lived before? I really would like to hear about it. Please leave a comment :o)

Lots of hugs!!

A wonderful dream

2009-08-13T13:46:00.002+02:00

Last night I had the most amazing dream. When I woke up – I felt so good – so happy and content.

Before I tell you about it – I must give you some background info.

Many years ago, in my first long time relationship – I lived in a house that sort of gave me the creeps. At night there were footsteps heard in the attic, in daytime we could smell a discusting odour in the dining area. We didn’t feel alone – that’s for sure.

One day, when I was in the kitchen – cleaning the oven – my back was turned against the dining area. I could have sworn there was something or someone wathing me from there. When I turned it was nothing there - of course – except from the odour I told you about. At that time, a friend came visiting – bringing her dog along. Strangely the dog got really desperate after entering the house. He started to whine and shiver – and ran for the door. Scratching to get out again. That was when I decided that I didn’t wanna stay there alone – never again …

Now – many years later, I was taken back to that house – in my dream. Strangely enough – I wasn’t afraid – not at all. It didn’t feel creepy or scary. The house was kind of reversed – as if I was seeing it in a mirror. I was standing in the livingroom wich was connected with the dining area. The room was bright and felt very cosy.

Suddenly a tiny little woman appeared. She reminded me about the short female psycic medium from the Poltergeist-movie. Only younger. She walked through the room, looking very confident and safe. Touching some of the tings – and then disappeared in thin air. I couldn’t believe what I had seen. A ghost! I was always sure that there was a ghost – and now I’ve seen it. I was so excited and happy. I had actually seen a ghost – yeah!!!

Picture from Google.

Later in the dream, I went into one of the bedrooms. There, in a large bed, my oldest daughter was lying for some reason. Beside her bed my mother was standing. In the footend of the bed – a crib – and in the crib – a small child sleeping. I wanted to tell them about the woman I saw in the livingroom, but was afraid I would scare them away.

While thinking of this – the woman re-appeared. This time in the bedroom. She walked up to the crib – lifted the child slightly before laying him/her down in another possision. Then she walked out of the room.

At first I couldn’t say anything – I was stunned. But then my daughter told me she had seen a womans “shadow” – kind of - by the crib. And my mother said she had seen a light moving towards the crib for so leaving the room. I knew they had to know so I told them what I’ve seen. We were all very excited – thinking this was a good thing.

It was amazing being able to share something like this with somebody that I loved and trusted.

When I woke up, I still was excited and full of energy – I felt really happy – as if it actually happened. The good feeling I got from this dream – nobody can take from me. However I doubt my mother and daugther would have liked this in real life. And I don’t know how I would have responded if this really happened or if it will happen …. :o)

So what did this dream mean?

I am not sure – it could mean a number of things …

Do you know or just have a suggestion??? I dare you to leave a comment here :o) (På norsk or in english)

Touched by a spirit

2009-08-08T15:52:00.001+02:00

Last october – one of my best friends’ son – died of an accidental overdose. Only a month before he should have turned 22. He used to be such a great kid. This was a terrible experience for my friend. She was heartbroken and didn’t know how to manage through the day of the funeral. The day before - she was walking around in her house – yelling at her son’s picture; “How do you think I can manage to go throug this??” She was so hurt and got angry on him for being so foolish. The day of the funeral rised – she woke up feeling calmer than ever. Wow – was she strong and present that day or what. And she needed that strenght so bad. The church was packed with people and everyone wanted to talk to her – giving her stuff as memories and so on.

These angels are handmade by Ingun Dahlin on Heimdal in Trondheim, Norway!

A few days later – she told me about this, and we are both sure that it was her son that gave her the calm and peaceful feeling.

She also told me about an episode after the day of the funeral. While having visitors she broke down and ran into the bathroom, so she could cry alone. Leaning over the sink, with her head facing down and her hands on both sides of it – she felt someone (most likely her son) putting his hand on top of one of hers, and she got that peaceful feeling again.

There was nobody else in the room and the door was locked. But she felt his hand so well.This story moves me every time I tell it!

She started reading a book called Journey of Souls written by Michael Newton. When she mentioned it – it kind of rang a bell in my head – didn’t I have that book to???? YES i did! I’d bought it a few years ago – but never seemed to have the time to read it. This time – i did! As a sceptic I had a lot of questions poping up – all the way through the book. But they all got answered. I was impressed. Everything seemed so locigal after reading this. And I’m definitely not afraid of dying anymore.

I recommend this book to everyone – who believe that our souls live on after our physical life on earth. For those who need comfort after loosing dear ones – or just is afraid to die.

Wish you the best - XX

(All photos are googled!)

Colin Fry

2009-08-07T22:06:00.002+02:00

Lately I’ve become a great fan of Colin Fry. Not only does he help a lot of people to get some kind of closure – but he looks soooo cute :o)

NB! Picture from Google!

His tv-show – 6ixth sense – has become one of my favorites.

I am watching all the “6ixth sense-shows” I can find. Love the way he presents the messages from the other side to the loved ones left behind. He seems very down-to-earth when he communicates with his audience and he makes me feel that death is not so scary after all.

At 23. and 25. of august – he will be in Oslo – doing 2 live shows.

I would love to get some kind of message from any of my dead relatives passed on to me – but unfortunately I can’t go. Wonder when I will have the opportunity to see him i real life. Experience his gift - kind of - face to face :o) However – today I got a mail from one of his co-workers – and I feel so lucky – almost like a teenager getting an autograph from an idol :o) It’s sort of like winning a lottery :o) Thank you Kevin (and Colin)!!!

THIS is a link to his web-site!!

So what do you think about Colin and his work? Do you believe in his gift and ability to talk with spirits passed on?

I definitely believe in him, his work and his gift :o)

I got this picture i na forward-mail.

If my written english has major errors – please correct me :o)

Here we go!

2009-08-06T23:04:00.001+02:00

I used to have a blog where I wrote about things I experienced and other stuff on my mind.

But it seemed to be difficult to get readers/visitors to my blog.

However - my sister in law, who had an interior-blog – gained great success and lots of visitors.

I realized that I had to change my blog in order to get out to the readers.

My first mistake was that I got hung up in how many hits there were on my page compared to my sister in law’s. I split my blog in two and made one of them a bit like my sister in law’s blog. I registered in a blog-community and got much more response. This was a community for interior-blogs and that was my second mistake. The blogging did not make me feel good anymore.

I did NOT want to write about the things I bought on my last shopping round, my new kitchen curtains or the cupboard that I painted to look shabby chic. Not without having something more to tell along with it. It felt like I’ve turned into a “no-brain-copy-paste-look what I can do-blogger”. No offense to those who like to blog that way – but I did not.

I wanted to write about heaven and hell, ghosts, books, music, my obvious depression, alternative thinking/doing and my own poems. I wanted to make people laugh, cry, be shocked or just interested in what I wrote. Not just peek at my photos, write a comment like; you’re sooo good at this or that. I wanted people to get involved, take a stand and start discussions.

I still do!!

So I closed my blogs – took a long break – thinking. And now I am back with my new blog – My big white book – where nothing is secret but still not unpleasant. Still with me?? Please leave a comment or say hello :o)