URGENCY

Years ago, Father pointed out that Urgency and Peace live in opposite spheres. Urgency is fear of loss. And Peace is Trust in Love.

Please understand that I believe in hurried, quick responses in many situations where it is required. However, even those responses can be performed in Peace.

Urgency is a psychological trigger in humans. It is undue pressure, not necessarily for our benefit, used for manipulative purposes in marketing. Hospitals use medical personnel often as businesses use salespeople to use this technique.

Hunny grew up with lots of Urgency, especially regarding finances. His Dad and Mom watched sales ads daily to catch toilet paper or paper towels on sale. Then they’d buy a case or two.

To me, this was a weird but possibly wise family dynamic. And unfortunately, I eventually saw the fear of loss in their behavior. Especially if everyone was too busy to buy the item, panic began to build. It wasn’t purely logical. Rather it was an emotional attempt to control a financial issue. One they had learned during the Great Depression.

BUYING

Urgency became a problem between Hunny and me on one occasion. It was over buying a truck. He’d found one with an exceptional price and called the car lot to check its availability. It was still there but, another couple were on their way to look at it. Urgency began a screaming crescendo inside of him! And I wanted to crawl into a hole to hide as I saw it.

Instead, I went for a quick potty break before we left the house, and while in the bathroom, I asked Father to help me with this situation. I felt a darkness clawing at my gut. An intuition that something wasn’t right. But I saw no way of convincing Hunny that this was not the time or the truck, so I asked Father for him to bring the solution.

After we arrived at the lot, we took the truck for a drive, and I could feel clearly that it was not the right vehicle for us. Interestingly, Hunny was having the same reaction. Something wasn’t great, but it was hard to finger what it was. So, as we talked to the salesman, he picked up on our hesitation and wisely steered us quickly to another truck.

SURPRISE

While driving the new truck, Hunny said, “I’m going to pull over. I want you to drive this.” The truck was supposed to be for him. But I agreed. And it didn’t take long for me to become impressed. It drove like a champ, felt like a luxury truck, and was simply everything right.

As we arrived back at the lot, Hunny said, “I think we want this one!” I agreed wholeheartedly. The salesman walked up to let us know he needed the keys because another couple was waiting to drive it. And Hunny said, “We want this one.”

While waiting for our documents, we watched the other couple through the window, not very happily, climb into the first truck for a test drive. I felt a little sad for them. But not enough to change my mind. lol.

Father can redeem any situation, as we all know. Not only did he fix our situation, but the new truck quickly became my favorite vehicle ever.
I learned a lesson about Urgency that day. To recognize it. That’s the first step. The second step is finding a moment to talk to Father. Even if that moment is a quick potty break. My third step is to then let go and “trust him” with the sequences of events as they play out. No matter how it begins, the ending will be in my best interest.

MEDICAL

During my latest medical challenge, Urgency was strongly brought to bear. It’s often the primary reaction when cancer is suspected. I mean Cancer is the thing on the highest pedestal. It drew a small crowd into my room where the experts gave their finest theatre to bend me instantly to obeisance. Every word and phrase targeted me while I sat most vulnerable, in a hospital bed naked under a flimsy gown.

I was not in pain. That had disappeared when upon admission, they put me on only water the day before. So, while listening to them, I remembered that my symptoms began a few years ago with painful flare-ups 2-3 times a year, which went away within hours. However, their reaction was that this wasn’t an important point. There was an impending rupture right now. Yet I was in no pain and hadn’t been since the day before.

I made my comments and asked my questions, but it became obvious that I wasn’t considered a participant in this discussion. The prognosis of impending rupture was where they planted their flag which was an opinion based on unclear imaging.

So, carrying a bit of righteous indignation for being ignored and manipulated, I requested my release, and the surgeon, seeing the fire in my eyes, complied. No one was happy about it but this was my body, not theirs. To everyone’s surprise, doctors and family alike, I went home that night.

RECOGNITION

Step one, I recognized the use of Urgency. That’s manipulation. According to the dictionary: to manipulate is to control or play upon by artful, unfair, or insidious means, especially to one’s own advantage. Do they have an advantage? Oh yes. Simple money. Cancer is the biggest money maker in the medical industry.

Step two. I was given no place for my moment to talk to Father. Rather, I was expected to comply instantly while in shock as they elevated the effects of Urgency. I shook my head in disbelief at their blatant ignorance of my awareness of their use of psychological techniques to influence me.

But their technique didn’t take into account what I knew. I knew I could hear their case in full and then make my own decision. I had not given them carte blanche to do so for me. And, I would do what I needed without fear. It wasn’t a big influence on me. This decision required more than a potty break discussion with my God. I also knew that they were not him.

At home, I sat in my recliner, closed my eyes, and sighed out with a big breath, all the pressure. Then I continued sitting silently, basking in his absolutely lovely peace for a long time. Finally, I asked Father to let me know what I should do, and then I fell asleep, and by the time I awoke the next morning, I knew I would go back.

There was no shame in me for the way I processed this decision. So, when I was asked by one of the doctors a few days later, why I had gone home and then come back the next day, I told her exactly. I needed to go to my chair and talk to my God before I could make a decision. With wide eyes, she nodded her head more and more, and said, “I understand exactly!”

CONCLUSION

Just because I’m aware of Urgency and its manipulative pedigree, I try to remember that people are taught to use these and other psychologically triggered techniques under servant-like conditions. It’s marketing and it’s disrespectful to intelligent individuals, but those who learn them don’t recognize that. And if they do, and still use them, they are either evil or still in servant mode. That is between them and God and none of my concern. My concern is between me and Father. Nothing else.

We are each uniquely made in his image. No two are alike. Sometimes we don’t know that Urgency does not come from the Peace that flows from Father. So, as I did, we learn, at our pace, and at our time. We come to know when someone or something is trying to bend our will with an unfair advantage.

These days it is being questioned whether free will is even a good idea. That we should all be the same. But, Father doesn’t treat me that way. Or anyone else I know. And that has been completely reliable so I will continue in that direction. As I hope you do as well.

“Live long and prosper” seems to be appropriate here. With love.

Faith

HEARING FATHER

After my Hunny stepped through the veil of life on Earth, I wondered if I could hear Father again. It had been 2 years since I stepped away from my desk and my daily routine of talking to him. The noise and clutter of TV and life were my new habits and this transition wasn’t easy. There were times I had to tell Hunny I needed a few minutes alone. He was never anything but accepting. He even told me I didn’t need to sit with him all the time. But Father had told me to do it and that I’d regret it if I didn’t.

He was completely right because after Hunny exited, I was overwhelmed with gratitude that I had made that switch and spent my days with him. I knew him with such intimate detail that my new barrage of choices and decisions was so much easier. I knew exactly what Hunny would have said and done. No question.

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THE LAST SURGERY


When I say “last” I mean there will be no more. I’m finished with this adventure. My body is clean. And I only have to heal once more.
It’s a little surreal to think back over the last 6 months and remember each painful and traumatic event. Things I endured that I would never wish on my most evil predator.

Questions linger in my mind about why modern medicine is still doing barbaric procedures they did 50 years ago. Why we are tormenting the ill? And who is concealing our breakthroughs and progress? This simply cannot be our best treatment of ourselves, can it? Is this truly what we have manifested as medicine?

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THE END OF THE WORLD

Yep, the end of the world. The thing everyone is thinking about, writing about, or speaking about. The End.

Well, since I jumped off the mainstream Christian bandwagon some years ago, this post might be of a little different view.

I’m not arguing that we aren’t staring down the gaping maw of the abyss, in pretty much every arena of our society from politics to love. Nothing is the same as it was even 10 years ago. Every accepted thought about life is being challenged into oblivion. And not with alternatives that have been studied at length or seriously considered for the long run.

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HELLO, MY FRIENDS!

My thoughts.

It’s highly possible that we Choose to come to earth…in conjunction with a plan we concocted With our Father. Conjured to learn new lessons and experience new things.

Therefore, this life appears to be either Heaven or Hell and that decision is made in a bzillion different moments before we lived and after we began living. We are highly involved in every one of those decisions. We are the crux.

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WALLS

A few years ago, Hunny built 9ft walls (fences) at the north and south sides of our property. The impetus was a new kind of neighbor who has no resemblance to neighbors of the past. This new breed is largely addicts who create residential garbage dumps and mayhem.

Previously we had an empty lot on the north side of us, and on the south was a kind, elderly man who let his property grow naturally wild. He didn’t have manicured grass, but rather grasslands. He didn’t have roses, but wild cactus.

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A LIFETIME OF LEARNING TO DEAL WITH DEATH

Just thinking about all the loved ones I’ve lost…beginning as early as 5 yrs old when my sister died. Then 15 yrs old when my grandpa died. And 27 yrs old when my Momma died.

In the last 4 yrs alone, I’ve lost the sweetest sister-in-law, 2 sisters, a favorite cousin…and finally the hardest of all…the Great Love of my life.

But let me tell you this story about when my brother died about 15 yrs ago. It hit me hard, overwhelming my emotions. So, I went directly to a chair on the deck because it was obvious I wouldn’t be able to handle anything that day. I sat there almost the whole day crying and sobbing.

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UPON WAKING

This morning upon waking, I was engulfed in a bizarre disorientation. As though I had been so deeply asleep that I was actually somewhere else and had to be pulled back abruptly. It was unnerving. Even a bit frightening. Because whatever I’d been dreaming, or wherever I was, it was now a complete mystery. I could remember nothing. As though I’d been drugged.

I began talking to Father and slowly orienting my mind back to the Identity he’s been reminding me of lately. Like the small vision of the gown I wear spiritually. Every exquisite detail describes a piece of my character, personality, gifts, and strengths. It also displays how deeply treasured I am in Father’s eyes. And it is a platform Father uses almost as an advertisement to others.

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THE HOSPITAL ROOM

Lifting the head of my bed to a semi-sitting position, I got comfortable in the hospital room and settled down to stare out the huge windows. Pikes Peak loomed before me with the front range spread out paying homage to its regal pose.

I hadn’t requested a view or even a private room, but I got both and considered myself blessed by Father. He was trying to make this as easy as possible. So I sat in humble gratefulness and drank in the after-sunset panorama. The hustle and bustle had gone from the room, and the lights were turned off. I glanced at the TV and sneered. No way could it compete with what stood before me at the windows.

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TODAY I TOOK DOWN THE BARRIERS

Today I saw them clearly. The cardboard walls I’d erected. The styrofoam insulation I’d posted. It was natural to put them up and attach them securely. Who wouldn’t after being hunted, stalked, bushwhacked, and attacked on every sly and sleazy level?

But it’s all over now. Every enemy is gone. Vanquished. And every reason they had to destroy me is gone too. I have no enemy behind the gate or at the door.

I AM free! And what a different kind of freedom it is. It is clean air to breathe. A clear and empty road ahead. Byways are my playground now. I can stop to smell the roses and not need to guard from the secret arrow.

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