August 16, 2004

Sending Flowers Internationally

I recently googled for information on how to send flowers internationally. I thought others might be interested in the links I found. Note that I am not affiliated with any of these sites in any way (except that I do have a friend who works for a company that is owned by one of these companies); I am just offering this information as a helpful gesture toward forwarding romance everywhere.

March 20, 2004

Stereotypes and Love

I was cleaning out some old email and came across an email I had never sent. My correspondent had sent me something saying that he was involved with someone who was anti-gay, while in contrast, he "loved" all gays and lesbians. He was saying it really bothered him that she was that way. I didn't quite know what to say to him, because I saw problems with both attitudes.

What I started to say to him was that the anti-gay attitude is a toughie. Leave someone with their ‎opinions? Try to convert them to what you think is the only right way to ‎think about an issue? Have an open dialog about it to find out what the ‎reasons are behind it?‎

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March 13, 2004

Bravery and Falling in Love

In mid-December, I tuned into Metatron just to check in with him, since I hadn't officially channeled him (outside of prviate readings) for a while. He told me that he and I still have a lot of work to do together. He also said that he and my spirit friends had a gift for me coming soon. I remembered the first part because it is part of my life's calling, but promptly forgot the idea of the gift...after all, it could have been anything, even a wonderful flower or an unexpected check in the mail, and I don't like to have high expectations of good things coming to me. Though Metatron has never steered me wrong even in very improbable situations.

Then in January I met someone and fell in love with him. It has been a long time since I've been in a relationship--two years, to be more or less precise--and I've been glad of the time off. And for that matter, I wasn't looking for anything when this happened. In fact, I was just having fun playing a massive multi-player online role-playing game (called Final Fantasy XI, or FFXI for short). A massive multi-player online role-playing game (MMORPG) is a computer game in which you connect to a central set of computers over the Internet to play. One difference from regular computer games is that many--in fact, most--of the other characters in the game are being played by other real people. who could be anywhere; in this case, mostly either in Japan or the US. It is a very social game as a result.

While playing this game, I met this man and we started to chat. Nothing unusual there; I'm a personable person and one of the things I love about this game is the social aspect. But things started to click with us pretty quickly.

I should mention that there were a whole series of events and decisions that we each made that all had to fall in place in order for us to meet each other. For one thing, the game is duplicated on about 30 computer systems, each of which is separate from all the others. So to start with, we had to each have had the luck to have started playing the game on the same computer system. And the choices and decisions went from there...each having to be made in just one way by each of us for us to even run into each other and start to talk. All of these fell into place.

I won't give all the details because they are mostly of interest to the two of us. The progression was essentially from in-game chat to talking on the phone while playing the game to just talking on the phone and finally, to him flying out to California from 3,000 miles away to meet me. We both knew things were progressing faster than is usual for many relationships, and we talked about whether we wanted to put the brakes on or just follow our hearts. We both decided to just follow our hearts, but to make sure that we were truly listening to that inner guidance and the voice of wisdom that we all have access to within. And we did, and have, and will continue to do so, to the point where we were brave enough to say what was in our hearts before we met in person, which was that we loved each other.

We were both nervous about meeting in person--we only had some photos to go on for how we looked--and we are both realistic enough to know that what we thought we had might not be there when physical reality was added to the equation.

We needn't have worried, but it was healthy that we did. And in fact the entire relationship is healthy and wholesome. Unlike all my previous relationships, in which I ignored anything from a handful to a whole boatload of red flags, there have been no red flags with this man. He is different from any man I have ever been with before, and is so incredibly compatible with and perfect for me that all I can say is "Thank you" to the universe.

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July 23, 2003

Donations, Energy, and Relationships

In the past few weeks, I have been in the process of a grand cleaning-out of everything. As part of that process, I gave my ex-fiancé a deadline by which he had to come get his stuff out of my garage. I could barely walk through my garage, nor could I store many of my own things in it, and forget about parking in it. When he moved out more than a year and a half ago, he had left a small fraction of his things crammed in there, promising to come collect them right away. (That small fraction completely filled my garage. That gives you an idea of how much stuff he had total, and how completely unusable the entire house was until he moved out.)

Then one thing after another happened to him, starting within two weeks of him moving out, and out of sympathy, I allowed him many extensions of time for getting his stuff out. I think I am far too soft-hearted.

But at last I decided that, no matter what his personal difficulties were, taking care of his stuff wasn't my responsibility. So I gave him a deadline, after which, I said, I was calling the Salvation Army. I really didn't want to give his stuff away—I knew it all meant a great deal to him, all twelve of this and six of that and fourteen of the other. To say he was a collector would be to define the term.

Predictably, he showed up on the day of the deadline, and then we (my brother David, who was visiting, my ex-fiancé, and myself) spent all day Saturday going through the garage.

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