What Molly Says: #27 by Heidi

I would like to welcome you, all my animal and human friends, to my Bark Room!

For a while my Throat Chakra was blocked with so much emotion, that I could not bark to you.

Today, I dedicate my Bark Room to the memory of my sibling, and most loving and caring sister, Christie.

As the hours and the days went by, I found my bark again, so I bark to you with a sadness I have never felt before. On the 25th of May 2020, Christie asked Mommy to release her from the pain she had. Mommy showed her respect to Christie’s wish and Christie entered Doggie Heaven at 12:42 that day.

As I bark to you, I can feel and sometimes see Christie’s spirit with me, cheering me on to overcome my grief. I would like you all to send love and light to me and my mommy to help us during this time of sadness.
After Mommy received Christie’s ashes, Mommy created a table of remembrence for Christie.

Each morning Mommy and I light a candle in remembrance of Christie’s life.

The pet crematorium sent my mommy such a beautiful poem with Christie’s ashes, which I would like to share with you. Mommy says that those words says everything that is in her heart and what she would want to say to Christie. I share with you these awesome words:

My eyes are filled with tears as I watch my mommy read the poem. I can see that my mommy’s heart is broken as she goes through her day. Even though Mommy struggles through the pain of grief, she will always find the time to hug me and tell me that she loves me. I am very proud of my mommy for showing me affection while she is hurting.

I am sure you have lost a sibling who have crossed the white bridge to the Spirit World. To help me and my mommy, I would like you to share with us how you managed your grief. This will give us so much strength and courage in releasing our heartache.

I will bark to you soon. I need to be with my mommy to comfort her.
Till I bark again, be safe and keep warm. Cuddle up with your mommy, my animal friends. Mommies are very special humans.

Bye for now.

Come here…by Ada Den Hollander

You find yourself

wandering around

in a big forest.

Ancient trees around you,

birds chirping,

a squirrel running away.

Suddenly, you hear a voice,

soft words are spoken

come here, come here…

You turn around and see

nothing but a white light.

Then the light is

changing, slowly transforming

into the image of an angel,

sitting at the roots of one of

the ancient trees,

beckoning you, inviting you.

You slowly start walking and when

you come nearer, you hear:

I am your guardian,

I am here to protect you,

you usually don’t see me, but

I am always, always with you,

you are never alone.

Now that you are close,

you clearly see a beautiful face

with delicate features and loving eyes.

Come sit with me, my child,

let me embrace you.

You do sit down and feel

loving arms enveloping you.

Your hair gets stroked,

gently, gently.

You surrender to what is.

Tears of joy wet your cheeks

you’re overwhelmed, there’s so much love.

You look up,

you smile and hear:

keep this love in your heart, my child,

while you get on with your life,

and remember, remember

always remember…

The Craziness of Fear by Elsabe Smit

Let me start off by reminding you that fear is an acronym for False Expectations Appearing Real.

Look around you. What is your current reality? Why do you allow this to be your current reality? We both know the answer: fear. Fear of the future – which doesn’t even exist yet, because we are here and now, and this is the only place where we can be. Fear of being arrested for living a normal life – and because so many people have this fear, everyone is convincing themselves and their neighbours that it is OK to have fear.

Judgment has gone out of the window. People are all too willing to believe that a mask – of any kind – can prevent a virus that is not even airborne from being spread. How can you spread a virus by breathing out what your body no longer needs? How can you breathe out a virus that can only spread by touch?

Or maybe you can spread this virus by breathing out what your body no longer needs. If that is the case, how far should you be from another person to prevent the spread? Is it 1.5 metres or 2 metres? Based on what research?

I can cite here so many examples of the most nonsensical behaviour that is accepted and practised based on fear.

What is behind all this? Nope – I will not write about politics and that unnamed threat and broken systems and what else.

Let me tell you about the immense power of what happens between your ears daily.

We are all energy, right? Of course. Energy is in the form of a wave until we add consciousness and then the energy becomes a particle – and many particles become a thing, and that thing materialises.

So what we have here is a few billion people who tuned into the same reality that is fear-based, because they don’t understand the power of their thoughts and how they are creators every day of their lives. And if you don’t create your future, there is always someone who is willing to do it on your behalf.

I see every day how people cross red robots or stop signs – because they are not afraid of the consequences. Show me one person that has never broken any law anywhere or at any time in their life, and I will show you a saint.

Show me one person who is not complaining about the laughable restrictions – not in one country, but across the world, and I will show you a person who understands the power of thought.

We are living with broken legal and governance systems. We complain about our broken world every day. We focus our thoughts on making things around us more broken.

What if we take those same thoughts and we allow ourselves to think about a future where we create what we need for the greater good, and we don’t spend any time, money or energy on fear?

Search on the internet for this book: The Science of Getting Rich.

It is over 100 years old, and it is easy to read. It will blow your mind, and it will help you understand that our future depends not on how many rules we follow, but on how we use our thoughts to create a future.

Stature By Deborah Jordaan

Good day to the readers. I’m hoping you are all well in these trying times we find ourselves in. The article i will be writing of today is about women and the different levels of society we find ourselves in.

We get the hard working woman who no matter her affluence still works for what she has. On the other hand we have the deserving narcissistic woman who thinks that the world needs to bow down to her as she need not work for anything. Everything I write about comes from actual case studies. I ,in no way want to offend anyone at all but I would like to celebrate the female and her ways she copes and uses her cunning and manipulative ways to get her where she needs to be.

My first story is on an affluent lady. From birth she had a silver spoon in her mouth. Had the rich parents. Molly coddled to the ends of the earth but the mother didn’t make her life easy as her dad doted on her and whatever she wanted she got. That came at a price though. Her dad was an alcoholic and so eventually she would be the one pouring he’s drinks at a young age and sometimes helping him to bed as her mother was not accomodating -because of the fathers affairs she really didn’t care as long as she had the high life -she was happy. The father was a famous attorney so they lived the life till the day he walked out on them but they still had financial stability. As the years went by the young woman became a ballerina -went to art school because her father had the means to provide her with the money for all her wants. That in a way made her feel deserving of only good things. She didn’t know what normal people lived like. They had maids. Butler. In her mind everyone lived like that. As she grew up, moved and a divorce later she became a dancing instructor by day and prostitute by night – alcohol had became a big part of her life. Where was her stature then? She had hinted a few times to me quite subtly that abuse from her father perhaps or other men had damaged her. Explaining the alcohol abuse. Prostitution? Only she will know why she did that.

She met her second husband at dance class. He didn’t come from money, he worked hard for what he had. At the time they met he hadn’t realised she was an alcoholic. She put on quite a show to catch him as at that time she was struggling. Her three children had been removed from her custody, so a rich man was her way out. They married and had three children of their own but her drinking escalated. Money didn’t buy happiness and didn’t keep her husband faithful. Same scenario as her mother except she was the alcoholic. Her father taught her well. On her 50th birthday her husband told her to leave as she was in and out of rehabillitation centres and he was looking after he’s sons with two maids in her presence and a driver for the children as she was drunk most of the time so she wasn’t needed. He still took care of her financially and sometimes she did her wifely duties even though he was with someone else. He eventually met someone that got him on the straight road to a normal relationship even though the two are still married as divorcing would cost both a great loss of money. She lives separately on their property to him and he’s current partner and has still got the princess mentality as I call it, hoping if she does what’s expected he will take her back as he has done many times before. She will suffer before she decides for herself that no money is worth the situation she is living in now. So to me she is suffering a form of abuse from him and he has suffered abuse from her when she couldn’t be a mother and wife. So both her father and the husband molly coddled her to the point that she did’nt know any better and still does’nt. She just accepts circumstances as long as money and stature are involved. She has no work experience except dancing as being privileged she never really needed to work, only when it was really necessary and that was a few years of dance classes. She now has some money of her own but tells her husband her name is on the marriage certificate so he will pay her even though they have been separated for twelve years.

Can’t we all just sit back and expect to be deserving – though we do nothing for it? My next story is of the hard working mother whether she is single or with someone. This woman knows nothing but work whether it be at home or physically going to work, from an executive to a prostitute. They can’t be judged. All they know is to survive and sometimes they still have the bad luck of either living with or seeing someone that is abusive to them. This woman sometimes has no choice in her mind. She takes the abuse for the childrens sake so they can have a roof over their heads. In the end it comes at a high price. The woman is damaged – needs therapy. The children grow up expecting the same from life but luckily some children break their mothers curse and live successful lives. The hard working woman feels there is no way out but there is if she would stop and think her plan through. Yes leaving an abusive situation might hurt her financially but in the end her and her children will start to heal when away from the bad situation.

Us woman must think who our elders were and what they had to go through to survive. We need to pick ourselves up and be strong. Yes sometimes it seems so hopeless but I’m a survivor of being raped by my husband and being told I can’t do anything as we are married. My situation damaged my children but we made it. Seventeen long years of abuse. rape, being beaten and mental abuse came to an end by my own courage. It was’nt easy after the divorce either as I really suffered mentally. I self mutilated, tried to hang myself and overdosed with my medicine more times than I can imagine but I made it. Fifteen years of therapy and still going strong. I even have the empathy in me to phone my ex husband sometimes and ask how he is doing as he’s health is not good. If I did’nt heal I would have wished him dead. I want to show my daughters there is life after abuse. I didn’t know what molly coddling was growing up or in a relationship so next time you ladies want to complain about not being able to do your nails or hair and that the maid didn’t come in today – think of that poor woman suffering just to get by mentally because of her situation. Lets stand together as women and be supportive no matter what your stature is. We all fight battles and with support we can overcome -then maybe these killings of women will come to an end too. Stand together and fight. If you set aside stature, race and ego we can do great things among us women.

The views expressed in my story aren’t aimed at a specific person it’s just things I hear and of course personal experience. Hopefully by reading this I’m helping someone find the courage to stand up and say ,”ENOUGH!”

My trip to Australia by Grazia Martienssen

In 2014 my nephew Vinny very generously offered me a trip to go see him and his family in Australia. I flew there via Dubai and enjoyed a free meal while waiting for the final plane.

On Arrival
On arrival, while waiting to go through border control, a big black sniffer dog decided to sniff me out of the line. I started talking to the dog while wondering what he was smelling. The man handling him was watching my reaction and asked, “Do you have dogs?” To which I replied, “yes, three.” I was told he was smelling my dogs from home, and I could continue through customs.

It took me forever to get my luggage, and in the meantime, my family started worrying that perhaps I got lost in Dubai or missed the flight. Finally, I found my luggage and got to them. We went home to Ryde, in Sydney, where I took a nice bath and slept for what felt like an eternity. After which I unpacked the gifts and we caught up.

They were the most gracious hosts; I felt so much at home, I could do anything. What impressed me was how similar the landscape is to South Africa, and yet how different the lifestyle is. My family there is by no means rich however, with their tax return, they were able to pay for my ticket and passport, spoil me while I was there, and write a letter that they would be able to support me for the three weeks that I was to be there. The letter was needed because we were so broke at the time; I went over without a penny and did not pay for anything.

It was also lovely to see Rainbow Lorikeets (Parrots) flying free and coming to feed in their backyard. Near the house there was a park or recreational grounds with trees and beautiful birds and little animals. I was also impressed by how safe the parks are for children and at most parks there were gas barbeques and designated picnic areas. I also noticed they are strict about security and safety, as a young child accidently dropped a glass bottle at the pool in Ryde, and immediately the lifeguards were around the glass making sure no one stepped on it. They even questioned her as glass was not allowed.

During my stay, my little grandniece turned two and we had a lovely party at the house with my nephew’s in laws. A cousin also celebrated his birthday at a park in Neutral Bay, which was a lovely get together. In three weeks, I did not see any homeless people, not because they don’t exist, but because being a first world country, they are taken care off. Although, my nephew did not attend Mass, he graciously chauffeured me to church every Sunday. As I love water, we caught the ferry from circular quay in darling harbour to Manly which was very relaxing. We walked across the famous Sydney Harbour Bridge, went to the Opera House, ate out before I left, and bought gifts for everyone at Chinatown. As a parting gift my nephew took me to a clothing store to choose something. I was hesitant as they had already done so much, but my nephew insisted, so I choose a light grey jacket which I still have.

Grateful
I enjoyed every minute of my stay there. As a mom, I phoned home every day, even though my daughter was 18 and I knew she was able to take care of herself. I will be forever grateful. I am blessed to have such a loving nephew who has such a graceful and loving partner. I’ll be forever grateful.