It's Sunday again and I just heard the church bell ring 11 times...

Dear God
I said to you last Sunday that I would blog to you each and every Sunday (at least).  Today I watched Conversations With God on ETV.  Neale Donald Walsh was played by some guy whose name I cannot offhand remember, but I really did enjoy it.


I was wondering why when Neale was hearing your voice he made a million and a half dollars and when I heard your voice I was institutionalised... Oh well, the why doesn't really matter.

I do remember being taken to Stickland hospital, perhaps about 12 years ago, or more, and feeling that you were with me.  Also, I remember feeling that other non-physical beings were watching me (from the other side) through the windows.  I remember being invited to join into a game that was going on amongst the patients and when it was my turn to roll the dice, I just knew that I would get a double six - and I did.  And then when my turn came again I rolled another double six and just nobody seemed to notice.  I couldn't quite work out what was going on, but I knew that you were with me and I kept the fact that I felt quite taken aback to myself.

I must admit that I am too embarrassed to share a link to my Noah joke about Japan and the boat.  It's funny how I got invited to join the group on Facebook about helping the Japanese, literally withing 2 days of my posting on this blog.  Needless to say I am not too keen on sharing such stuff on that page as my sense of humour may not be taken too lightly.  I am perturbed to say the least about what was going on in Taiji, Japan regarding the needless slaughter of the dolpins, but I know other people are out there helping the Japanese after the tsunami and earthquakes.  I have pondered offering some help in the form of distant Reiki, but I shall see.

Even Neale Donald Walsh says that Love is what it is all about.  I do love you, you know that and I really am having the belief that we are all One.  I have promised myself to love more, to love harder and to even love myself.

I've been thinking about Mom quite a lot and also saying hi to Brenda from time to time.  I don't feel as though they hang around a lot and they certainly don't bother me at all, but I do miss them, so please tell them.

Bruce tells me it's bedtime now and at 11:40pm I suppose it is, especially seeing as my alarm is set for 6:25 so that I can take the dogs for a walk and meet up with Mike Dalton and Bella at 7.

Last, but not least, I just wish to thank you for everything that I have in my life, even Fat Cat, who I originally thought I didn't really want as part of my family.  Funny how things turn out.  I am most grateful for all the surprises you have in store for me, but won't tell me about yet, the things that haven't yet happened.  Like my dream of representing my country in sport, which I had given up on and then voila - I was asked to captain the South African White Water Women's Rafting Team and the chance to play in your playground, below one of the Seven Wonders of the World, i.e. Victoria Falls, Zambezi River.

Goodnight. xxkx