tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176349564586909142024-03-14T04:23:59.754-04:00Lyn's Blog: Living With The AfterlifeLyn's Blog: Living With The AfterlifeLyn Raganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08454298697397959757noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617634956458690914.post-27885929150772429522016-09-01T00:09:00.000-04:002016-09-01T00:12:36.867-04:00<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">The answer is always the same-- Yes, yes, and yes. We never lose our connection with loved ones because honestly, the love we each carry is the one thing that bonds us forever. It is the only thing-- love-- that will last long after this lifetime.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">Chip isn't the only one I witness signs from, though. I have several family members on the other side, yes, but I also have beloved pets, too. When I receive a sign from one of my pets, it truly excites and thrills me. Much like this one I received the other day from my first love, Charlie, (my Chihuahua who passed in 2007).</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">I was watching "Cesar 911", ("Cesar To The Rescue")— he was helping an aggressive dog named, Simon, observing his behavior to determine if he was a red zone case. It seemed as though Simon was reacting well to Cesar's techniques. So much so, he took Simon across the street to greet a neighbor pet; a chocolate Labrador.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">It only took a minute before Simon's true colors came out— he attacked the lab. Cesar instantly pulled him away and quickly went to work, making Simon submit. As he requested the pet owner to bring his lab closer, Cesar said to the dog, "Sorry, Charlie." At that very second, the television shut off. I sat there, stunned. It took a second to absorb the magnitude of what happened. (Lights flickering, toys running, and televisions turning on or off are BIG signs from our beloveds on the other side.)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">I smiled and soon after cried out, "Thank you, my little man. Mommy loves you!"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">Yes, I knew it was an amazing sign from my sweet, Charlie, but it was even bigger than that. What no one knows is how my sweet boy received his name. Back in 1994, my then husband and I were visiting a pet store at the mall in Orange Park, Florida. There were two tiny chihuahua's in the front window and I couldn't help but pick one of them up. He was an Applehead, weighed all of two pounds, and was the cutest little booger I'd ever seen.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #202020; font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">Sadly, the price tag attached to him was $800 and I was told we couldn't afford that. As I placed him back in the window, my exact words were, "Sorry, Charlie." Long story short, a few hours later he became my little boy and in the years to come, Charlie would be the only male figure in my life who would always be by my side. I loved him dearly and still to this day, miss him madly.</span><br />
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Even though eight years have passed since Chip's murder, moments of desperate grief still rush through me. I can go days now, sometimes weeks, and never think of that horrible, dark, and dreary morning. That morning where not only the life I had come to love was so rapidly ripped away, but that morning where Chip's was as well. His sacrifice however, runs much deeper than mine-- he died.<div>
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One would think after all of this time, those hours of horror would feel less alive and not so present-day. That's not how it works though. That thing called "Time", it doesn't erase the missing of those we have loved and lost. Time simply places those memories gently behind the lives we lead, lurking and waiting for that perfect moment to leap in to knock the wind right out of you. </div>
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The one thing that these last eight years has taught me is to lean into the grief when it sneaks up from behind. I now understand it's okay to cry. It's okay to be sad. It's okay to crawl into bed and rest. It's okay to take out the time needed to release the sorrow. </div>
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Sweet and beautiful memories are wonderful to think about. They actually do help us heal. When those not-so-favorable ones creep in though-- take your time to work through them. Trust yourself and allow your heart to feel what it needs to experience. That too, helps us heal. ~Much love, Lyn... </div>
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TIME... one of the many words I disliked upon Chip's death eight years ago. It's easy to understand why...</div>
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— Time is defined as the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future, regarded as a whole. —</div>
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It has absolutely nothing to do with grief, yet, it has EVERYTHING to do with it. I was recently reminded how horribly sad grief is. My sweetheart has been gone for awhile now, yet sometimes it seems like only yesterday when I sat beside his body waiting for help. It's true, time does seem to soften the blow in that indescribable everyday pain.</div>
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Today, there are thousands of individuals experiencing their first time being thrown into the arena of a loved one's passing. Unexpectedly, I received an email from a young woman whose fiance' was murdered ... by a co-worker ... and he too was reaching out from the other side. My heart instantly went out to her not just because of our similar circumstances, but because of the pain I am <i style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">certain </b></i>she is feeling.</div>
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I used to say, "The word <i style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Grief </i>doesn't come close to describing the devastation to my very being. There are no words to portray that kind of pain."</div>
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Lyn Raganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08454298697397959757noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617634956458690914.post-45062763794815942852016-06-13T18:35:00.002-04:002016-07-23T14:58:24.227-04:00SPECIAL DATES <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When those monumental dates get closer and closer, my mind tends to focus on them more and more. I find myself daydreaming about what would have been, what could have been, and what might have been. </div>
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I find myself losing time inside the bliss of reliving our beautiful memories, wishing so badly we could have shared so much more. </div>
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Grateful am I, to have been loved by an amazing man. Grateful am I, to continue to be loved by his spirit. There are no words to describe this magical love, this magical way of being. I live in awe... ~Lyn Ragan</div>
Lyn Raganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08454298697397959757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617634956458690914.post-54020806193006979332016-06-13T17:59:00.000-04:002016-06-13T18:36:59.942-04:00TEN MOST COMMON SIGNS FROM LOVED ONES<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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After our Loved One crosses over, it is my belief they are quite anxious to let us know they're okay and are aware of what's happening in our lives. If we aren't able to feel them around us, they'll often share a "sign" that we can't ignore. For the one who has been given a "gift", this person often knows the message is coming from the Other Side. Even if you dismiss it, that little voice inside will make you wonder about it.</div>
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By shutting electricity on or off. They like to flicker lights, turn the television or radio on and off, or make appliances beep for no apparent reason. Playing with electricity seems to be one of the most common "signs of spirit" and is an easier form of communicating to grab our attention. Our Loved One's have the ability to interfere with light and electricity because they're now pure energy. They can manipulate appliances, TV, microwaves, etc. Most of the time they want to make us aware that they're with us. If your television turns off or on for no apparent reason, start investigating the reason behind it...what show or channel is on? Is it a favorite show of your loved one? Is the radio playing their favorite song? When the lights flickered, what were you thinking about? Were you thinking about your loved one? What were your thinking about? Sometimes that thought can be an acknowledgment or even confirmation.</div>
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We can often tell our deceased Loved Ones are around us when we smell their perfume, flowers, cigar or cigarette smoke, or any other familiar smell they had. There is usually no logical explanation of why the smell is there. This "sign" can sometimes seem confusing. We as humans, keep memories about how our Loved One used to smell, perhaps a distinctive cologne or perfume they enjoyed, or even a scent of a specific activity they performed. If your Loved One used to work with cars and out of the blue you smell oil—try not to be scared and instead, say "hi"!</div>
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Our Loved One is able to use their energy to go inside of an insect or animal, such as a butterfly, ladybug, bird, dragonfly, etc. — for a brief period of time. The animal will do something it usually wouldn't do, such as land on us, peck at our window, look at us, scream at us, etc. Unfortunately, this is a sign some pay less attention to. Our Loved Ones will try to communicate with us in every unimaginable manner and by using these symbols, they're sending us a message without scaring us. They're letting us know..."I'm with you. You're not alone!"</div>
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Our Loved Ones like to place objects over and over again in our path that are significant to just them. Coins, feathers, keys, rocks, are some of the most common objects our Loved Ones leave for us. If you find a coin in your path, look at its year and see if that year is important between you and your Loved One. Or maybe you find a rock lying in the middle of your bed, or you find your Loved One's shirt in an odd place (that's not where you placed it before); all "signs" from the Other Side. Try not to be scared and instead, say "hi"!</div>
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Our Loved Ones love to give us numbers that are relevant to them or to you. It could be a birthday, an anniversary, the date of their passing, the time of their passing, or even repeating numbers such as 111, 222, 333, etc. These numbers may appear on clocks, billboards, or any other familiar place. They can also come from family, friends, or even strangers. When driving, pay attention to license plates in front of you, to billboards you pass by. Some of the best signs of numbers can come from bumper stickers sitting right in front of you.</div>
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One of the easiest ways for our Loved One to come through to us is in our dreams. This is perhaps the universal media through which Spirits send us messages. A dream that is a true visitation will be very vivid, very peaceful, and very detailed. We will remember this type of dream many years later. There are a few characteristics you can analyze after having a Spiritual Dream.</div>
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All we need to do is to ask them to come, and they will. You may also want to ask them to wake you after they visit and to help you remember as well.</div>
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Our Loved Ones don't have an audible voice because they are in spirit form. Therefore, they give us messages telepathically. Pay attention to thoughts that just “pop” into your head. If something your loved one would say just pops in your head for no apparent reason, it's probably him or her speaking directly to you! This form of communication is a true blessing! And sometimes it doesn't have to be a particular thought, it can in the form of hearing a lyric to a song "pop" into your thoughts. Songs, music, are also a universal method of communication. Listen for the thoughts or the songs...you'll know when they're not yours.</div>
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Many of us have felt this one! All of us have the ability to pick up spiritual energy, especially when we're relaxed. But also when we're going through the beginning stages of our grief, we have the ability unbeknownst to us, to "feel" our Loved One around us. And there's good reason for this. It is the human who has been brainwashed to believe that death is final when in fact, that isn't true. We may continue to feel our Loved One's presence after their passing because they are still very much around us. Even in the deepest of grief, they will try to find a way to let us know they're with us. Hence, feeling like we're being watched. Instead though, we're being protected, we're being watched over, and above all else, we're still being LOVED. We're never alone!</div>
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We know our Loved One is around when their favorite songs come on at the right time with the exact words we need to hear. Often the same song is played in many different places. Train yourself to listen to the music overhead in department stores, grocery stores, or even when you're walking into a restaurant. When you're driving and turn on the radio, what song is playing? When you're watching TV, what song comes on at the beginning or ending of a movie you're watching? When you're cleaning, turn on the music and see if a message is being delivered. Our Loved Ones love music...it too is one of the easiest forms of communication.</div>
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Because our loved ones speak to us on a different, higher frequency, we may hear ringing in our ears when they're trying to get our attention. This is a sign telling us to listen to what they're saying. Look at your surroundings—is there something there for you to see? A sign on the side of the road? A bird flying by? A particular cloud in the sky? Or are you reading a book, newspaper, or searching on the internet for something? Did you get the ringing in your ear(s) as you read a particular sentence? Re-read that sentence and grab your message. Maybe the ringing in your ear is after a particular thought—this could be a sign of validation for you.</div>
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The more we're aware of the messages and acknowledge them when they arrive, the more our Loved Ones will continue to communicate with us. Be patient and persistent and I promise, "Ask and ye shall Receive" will come true. Our Loved Ones are okay and as much as we want to communicate with them, they too, want to communicate with us!</div>
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Blessings of Peace & Love!</div>
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Lyn Raganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08454298697397959757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617634956458690914.post-8688051286906734562016-06-13T17:15:00.005-04:002016-07-23T15:02:16.676-04:00TRAVEL THROUGH GRIEF AT YOUR OWN SPEED<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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And then I remind myself about the oath I pledged only months after he left. When I vowed to follow the "<i style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><b style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">signs</b></i>" no matter where they took me. When I vowed to never question their (Spirit) direction, or when I promised to listen as closely as possible. Did I make a promise I couldn't keep?</div>
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No, I don't think so. I'm still listening, I'm still following, I still desire to travel the path Spirit directs me in. Do I question it? Oh yeah, that's the one fault (or not) I've grown back into these past years. But I've grown so much since the beginning, too. Call it spirit communication, dream interpretation, afterlife interference, thought manipulation— it all derives from Love and it all comes from within.</div>
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Lyn Raganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08454298697397959757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617634956458690914.post-32838354748210081322012-11-27T15:44:00.001-05:002012-11-27T15:51:49.362-05:00<div style="text-align: justify;">
I can't believe it's been almost eight months since I've touched this blog. The last entry was a joyous occasion, to some, but to others I have a feeling it didn't really matter one way or the other. The murderer who stole the life of the man I love was sentenced to life without parole. But what does that mean? Is it safe to assume he'll never get out? Is it safe to assume he'll live behind those bars for the remainder of his days?</div>
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No, interestingly enough, it doesn't. I don't care anymore. I give him no thought whatsoever, yet here I sit writing about him. I literally had to stop myself and ask, "why?" Am I doing this because I believe someday another will read these words and <i>feel</i> the same as I? Is it because I have this unyielding desire to share my most inner thoughts in the hopes that someday others like me will understand this belief as I do? Or is it because I've finally, after all of these years, I've finally forgiven this man for what he did?</div>
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If I believe that everything happens for a reason (and I do) then I also have to believe my darling Chip was meant to depart when he did. And if I believe that, then I also have to believe he was meant to depart the "way" that he did. And if I believe that, then I have to believe the man who murdered him was meant to "also" give his life for that <i>event</i>...too.</div>
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"What an Advanced Soul he is to have agreed to do what he did. And then to carry it out!"</div>
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Years ago, a very special lady floored me when I heard her say these very words. I knew she was speaking of the killer, but I couldn't wrap my head around the words she used. <i>Advanced Soul?</i> How could anyone possibly think he was an advanced soul? And why would she say something like that to me? Especially at a time when my heart was aching so badly for Chip.</div>
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I never forgot it though. To this very day, I never forgot what she said. I do believe in past lives, reincarnation, agreements, contracts, synchronicity; I do believe there are no coincidences. As much as I "knew" or "felt" this man to be an evil man...I never once thought of him as an Advanced Soul. I never thought of him as a good man, a special man, a loving man...or anything that resembled what I considered at the time as Love. All I knew is that I wanted to stay away from him...no matter what that took.</div>
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I've looked back many times, re-living every second of that morning, re-living time when the killer stood in my presence...he lived a very selfish life-style. But he would have needed that in order for him to get to that point of loathing Chip, to get to that point of taking another human's life, to get to that point where he fulfilled the agreement between he and Chip...to murder Chip's physical body.</div>
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If agreements, contracts, whatever word I as a human need to use to describe a relationship of goodness or of Love...I also need to acknowledge the agreements between those who have contracted to depart this life in a way that seems unsuitable to many...but for those on the Other Side...never seem to care about.</div>
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Chip and this Advanced Soul crossed their t's and dotted their i's and made what happen...happen. I literally can do nothing else but send the man who sits in prison, love and light. Whatever happens next in his life is meant to happen, as is mine. My journey now...is to focus on the road ahead...not on that past.</div>
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Sometimes though...that's much easier said...than done...<br />
<br />Lyn Raganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08454298697397959757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617634956458690914.post-13743858700689204982012-04-03T19:10:00.006-04:002012-04-03T21:08:30.269-04:00SENTENCE HEARING COMPLETED<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Chip Oney loved this picture of himself. He is such a proud Scottish gent. I loved how he held them shoulders back, smiled large, and danced crazily flicking his man-skirt all around. All I did was laugh!<br />
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Today, the man who snatched his life from him has finally been given his sentence. After being found Guilty of First Degree Murder in January, at approx 3:40 this afternoon, the gavel had the final word. Life in Prison without Parole. Never again in this lifetime, will he kill another human being because of his jealousy, his arrogance, or his selfish attitude. With Vito Bell removed from society, the streets are now a little safer.<br />
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This Chapter ... has been completed and that four year old book filled with grief, horror, disbelief, and tons of agonizing pain, has been ... released!</span><br />
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</div><div>Even though I don't have his physical body to embrace, I still have his love...and will...always and forever.<div><br />
</div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Always and forever</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Each moment with you is just like a dream to me</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That somehow came true</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And I know tomorrow will still be the same</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>'Cause' we've got a life of love that won't ever change</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And every day love me your own special way</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Melt all my heart away with a smile</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Take time to tell me you really care</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And we'll share tomorrow together</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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A new hearing has been set for April 3, 2012. On this date however, another date will be set for his actual sentencing. To be continued...(he can't do this forever).<br />
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Rumor has it though, the murderer seeks a way to postpone. More tomorrow...<br />
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I remember the kilt he wore today as he celebrated his heritage. I remember the laughs, the jokes, the dance, the joy we shared together. But most of all - I remember the embrace before we drifted off to sleep. It was the tightest he ever held me. And then softly in my ear, he whispered, "I love you, Lynnie."<br />
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This morning on my way out, I turned on the radio. Something I never do, but today I did. I tune in and surprisingly, I hear these words sing out to me, "I have died everyday waiting for you. Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more."<br />
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Chip - I die everyday waiting for you. Darling I'm not afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more...too.<br />
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I miss you...<div><br />
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How can I ever thank them for keeping me grounded, keeping me aware, keeping me focused, keeping me in line with myself...today is one of those times where confusion and a little bit of despair stepped in. On a day I question if things are about to change drastically, if my support system is leaving me, I hear a song dance through my mind. Only a few words, but from them, I'm able to decipher the message.<br />
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"Let's stay together. Loving whether times are good or bad, happy or sad, let's stay together." I'm so very blessed...and still so in love.<br />
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I saw something floating around in front of me catching my eye - it's a feather. No birds around, none chirping, none in the trees (I looked to see), so I continued to watch the little feather. A cool breeze picks it up in mid-air and it slowly drifts back and forth across the drive, never getting close to the ground.<br />
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"Where have I seen a feather do that before?" I ask myself.<br />
"Oh yeah, in that movie Forest Gump," I remind myself.<br />
And then out of nowhere, I hear my thoughts disappear as they're replaced with one I haven't heard in over four years.<br />
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I hear, crystal clear, "I yuv wu, Jenny."<br />
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Tears of joy and delight smothered my eyes.Lyn Raganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08454298697397959757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617634956458690914.post-19542998250635996682012-02-22T19:51:00.000-05:002012-02-22T19:51:20.879-05:00Chapel Of Love<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I closed up an email from a friend who sent me pink fairy dust, (love), and turned off my internet service. I stood up and suddenly hear in my thoughts, "Gee, I really love you. And we're gonna get married. Going to the Chapel of Love."</span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I love living with the Afterlife!</div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Jason Aldean & Kelly Clark's voices dancing around in my head today...for a reason? I do believe so...</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><br />
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And then right as I awake, I hear a voice singing inside my head, "the wonder of it all, baby. The wonder of it all, baby!"</div><div><br />
Ah, got it! "The wonder of it all." ~The Wonder Of It All~<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As I was walking through the kitchen, (spiritual nourishment), I hear, "Going to see my baby again. Oh my dreams come true, on Blue Bayou." Not in order, I know, but it's what grabbed my attention.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I love it! Love, love it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/ceYjg1dy-h0?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Lyn Raganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08454298697397959757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617634956458690914.post-49975266425569049232012-02-09T09:59:00.003-05:002012-02-09T19:11:14.421-05:00Good Morning Thursday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Woke up again at 2:00am hearing a verse of this song playing inside of my head. This is the third night in a row, at the same time, I've heard this line, "Babe, I love you so. I want you to know. That I'm going to miss your love, the minute you walk out that door. Please don't go. Don't go. Don't go away."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So today I ask myself, "why this song?" I pay attention to my thoughts and where they take me. I travel back to yesterday and the day before and I ask myself, "what thought was more relevant than any other." I found my answer this morning. This afternoon I walked outside into the very crisp air. I looked up into the blue sky above determined to communicate my feelings.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I said, "I promise. I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying here, on this path. For now, I will not deter...I promise!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Love KC & The Sunshine Band - but can we find another song now, sweetie pie? :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/dgObI6h8DwE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</tbody></table>On January 26, 2012, a jury found Colavito Anton Bell, Guilty of First Degree Murder. He was charged with shooting and killing Christopher "Chip" Oney in the early morning hours of January 23, 2008.<br />
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Witnesses testified that he confessed to the shooting but showed no remorse. Immediately after shooting Mr. Oney in the head three times, he raced to an ex-girlfriend's home asking for help to flee the country. She asked him what he had done and he informed her he had killed someone. But she wouldn't help him. He later threatened her to keep quiet.<br />
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He then fled out of state and showed up unannounced to the home of a sibling. Bell confessed to his sibling in great detail. He shared his intentions to kill Lyn Ragan (Dispatcher) and Chip Oney at the same time. But Ms. Ragan was not there on the morning of January 23, 2008, so he carried out the murder of Chip Oney. The witness also testified to the clothes Bell wore during the attack and how he disposed of his attire and the gun after the shooting.<br />
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Other witnesses close to Bell testified of his confession to them as well. His motive? Money and greed. Mr. Bell now awaits a sentencing hearing scheduled to take place in March 2012. In the State of Florida, a First Degree Murder conviction carries a life sentence, day for day.<br />
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Colavito Bell will remain behind prison bars for the remainder of his life. Unless of course, he commits suicide as he tried to do on Friday, January 27, 2012, the day after his verdict was read. His attempt fell short and presently, he sits in solitary awaiting his sentence.Lyn Raganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08454298697397959757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617634956458690914.post-50702727383207419332010-10-02T10:16:00.002-04:002010-10-02T10:20:43.645-04:00NO ONE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5FVNT3X6VqR402VMf0GedGle29EyhuhcmS48uiy9q1qOm71tCxd0_aZDMarLS-W_vLzOFibvJAKcUVy1d33w9f59n8sleu_KW6CeYhBfoLAb1K0Y4SincDHBcF45V_Swvh5j4_U6xVSuy/s1600/angels%5B2%5D+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5FVNT3X6VqR402VMf0GedGle29EyhuhcmS48uiy9q1qOm71tCxd0_aZDMarLS-W_vLzOFibvJAKcUVy1d33w9f59n8sleu_KW6CeYhBfoLAb1K0Y4SincDHBcF45V_Swvh5j4_U6xVSuy/s1600/angels%5B2%5D+(2).jpg" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">NO ONE</span></em></strong><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I don't even know where to begin with this song. I suppose I can describe the very first sign of it. My to-do list on this one Saturday was to get Scooby to his bathshop (Amanda's). I set my alarm so that I would awake on time since I love to oversleep. The alarm goes off at 7:30am.</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">What it felt like was a jolt of electricity running through my entire body. I had felt this before and with this one, I figured I'd lay still until it passed. But it didn't go away. And then I started to focus on the music playing from my alarm clock. By now, most of the song had passed by, but I could hear the words so clearly.</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">"You and me together, through the days and nights. I don't worry cause, everything's gonna be alright. People keep talking, they can say what they like. But all I know is, everything's gonna be alright. No one, no one, can get in the way of what I'm feeling. No one, no one, can get in the way of what I feel for you."</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">"I know some people search the world, to find something like what we have. I know people will try, try to divide something so real. So till the end of time, I'm telling you that...no one, no one, can get in the way of what I'm feeling. No one, no one, can get in the way of what I feel for you."</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">As soon as the song was over, this electricity feeling stopped. As soon as the song ended, so did this too. I knew right then that I was to pay attention to this song. So I ran to the computer and looked up the lyrics.</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">"Wow," is all I can say. This one song, for the lack of a better word, haunted me for weeks. I heard it everywhere and continued to hear it when I woke in the mornings. I HAD to pay attention to this one song. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">What I get from "No One" is exactly that. No one in this world will ever take away the feelings we have for each other. No one can break us down, no one can tear us apart, and no one can get in the way of how we feel for each other. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">But more importantly, <u>everything</u> was going to be alright. Powerful song - full of powerful words.</span></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Puppy Scooby(Dec 07) and Granny Angel</td></tr>
</tbody></table><strong><em><span style="color: #351c75;">JOY TO THE WORLD</span></em></strong><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I decide that I need to clean my kitchen on this one Sunday morning. I've ignored household chores for quite some time now. My energy has been low, my depression over Chip's death has taken over everything. But today, I try to snap out of it for a brief time. I load my dirty dishes into the dishwasher and then I stand still in front of the sink. I look out the window and daze out into the back yard.</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Suddenly, I'm listening to a short lyric of a song. I hear, "Jeremiah was a bullfrog". Stunned, I immediately snap back into reality. I question myself and wonder where that came from. And then I hear, "Joy to the world, all the boys and girls. Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, joy to you and me."</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Again, for the second time on this same week-end, I race to the computer room to look up the lyrics. Three Dog Night; oh my god, that's one of Chip's favorite groups. And this song, we attempted a sing-a-long not so long ago.</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Joy - that's what I get from this song. Joy to the world, joy to all the boys and girls, joy to fishes, and joy...to him and I.</span></div><br />
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