Saturday, October 5, 2013

Truth, Jung, and "Collective Conscious"

Truth is truth. It just is. We can choose to not believe it, but whether we believe it or not, it's still truth. Truth is all encompassing, and by it all things were created.

I'm learning about Carl Jung (among other founding psychoanalytic theorists) in my psychology classes, and although I don't connect with all of his ideas, he certainly has created a thought process for me. He believed in what he called "the collective unconscious," which is, by loose definition, a storehouse of archaic remnants inherited from our ancestral past (psychic inheritance) which contain "deposits of the constantly repeated experiences of humanity." I interpret this to mean that there are little pieces of thought energy floating around in the universe from every thought ever thought throughout eternity. As Dave has learned through intense study and then has explained to me, energy never dies, nor does it disappear; it just changes forms. (I guess this is physics, too, right?) As members of the Church of Jesus Christ, we believe that before our spiritual bodies were created, we existed as intelligences--little particles of energy in space that were attracted to each other to form a body of intelligence, which then became spirit, which then had the opportunity to choose further progression on earth, and if this progression was chosen, this spirit body of intelligence was then given a body of flesh and bones--and a mind, which I interpret to be that original body of intelligence. But then, even with all of the billions of bodies that have been formed, and all of the worlds that been created and populated, there is still an infinite amount of intelligence, or energy, in the vastness of space, that will not only never end, but also will never die...

Do I make sense so far? I'm not sure I can write it as I "see" it or "feel" it...

But anyways, Dave has also taught me that "thoughts are things." More correctly, thoughts are energy, and if that is the case, they never die or disappear. I imagine them as little particles of light that shoot either into or out of our minds at a speed faster than light, and if that be the case, then Jung's idea of a collective conscious is not that far off. We--meaning all mankind--are connected by thought. There must be some kind of attraction system (which Dave has explained to me that there is, which is known as vibration frequency) that filters thought processes, making some thoughts available to some and others available to others. Maybe available isn't the right word, because it seems all energy (thoughts) can be available and shared with everyone, depending on the frequency at which they vibrate. AND we can tune in more clearly and even learn to change our frequency as we increase our knowledge...

This is really deep, and while I understand it to a certain point, my understanding is not to the point of being able to explain it clearly, but it can be studied. If you would like to know more about what I am trying to explain, here is a really great video by Bob Proctor. He explains it well.


I wanted to at least mention this so that I can better illustrate my own thought processes of late:

In class on Thursday, we watched a short movie about Jung. There was time in his life that he traveled the world, and he observed people and their cultures, rituals, beliefs, and behaviors. One of his most intriguing observations (in my book) was that every culture was, albeit different, similar! Some of their beliefs and rituals were so similar, in fact, that he said they were almost identical! Yet, these cultures had never met, never had human influence on each other. One of the interesting things I noticed was that all of the cultures featured in the video displayed some version of kneeling and folding their arms while praying or addressing their version of a supreme being.  This simple idea opened thought and understanding to a whole new level for me: here was yet another proof that there is a God. We all are connected through Him. We share a certain knowledge or remembering of something we knew collectively in a life before this earthly existence. In my own mind, I imagined little flashes of thought energy flashing in and out of the minds of every human being, igniting the pieces of spiritual memory within each one of us, and then leaving us to decide what we will do with that remembering. I feel like if we choose to connect with that collective thought, our energy vibrations will begin to match the vibration of the thought and all bits of energy and knowledge that vibrate at that same frequency will come together to reveal a deeper, more complete version of the knowledge, until all knowledge is revealed to us, line upon line, precept on precept. I'm not saying this is exactly how it works--this explanation is at best scratching the surface--but it makes sense to me.

There are so many theories on every possible life subject, and as I expose myself to more and more theories, it feels like there is an element of truth in all of them, as in the psychoanalytic theories that I am currently learning. In my opinion, the idea of the collective mind added to what I understand about eternal life, through my knowledge of the gospel of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, explains why this is so. We all came from the same place, we all share a common pre-earth existence, and there is a collective conscious that contains our memories and gives us sparks of memory. When one person allows himself to ponder on his or her thoughts, his understanding expands and theories form. Whether we realize it or not, we are all trying to figure out why we are here and where we are going.

William Wordsworth explains it this way:

“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come”

As a member of the church, I am grateful for my own understanding of the Holy Ghost, and for the very gift of this constant guide who will lead me to the truth if I allow myself to remain faithful, or in other words, if I keep my energy vibrating at a frequency that is congruent to that of the Spirit of Truth. 

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Baby Brag Time!!

So, I've actually been trying to compose a blog post of the thoughts I have been having over the past few weeks, but it is hard to put them all into words without sounding either too didactic or really negative or just plain confusing or boring even. I have placed it on hold for now--it may or may not actually make the blog roll cut--because I have much more exciting things to post:



Lukas Thuranira Limiri can now be introduced to the world!!! So excuse me while I purge the anxiousness I have had bottled up from all of these photos and videos that I have not been allowed to post!!!

Of course this is not all that I have, but here are just a few of the "Lukas firsts" that I never got to brag about:




The first I ever got to see him. It was a photo texted to me by Daddy George because I wasn't allowed to see him or Mommy yet (because of the c-section). I was dying out in the waiting room.


First time Mekenze got to hold him. It was at least two hours after he was born. I kept insisting until the nurse finally brought him in. It was such a precious moment! I couldn't help but get choked up a bit.


First family photo... 


First cutest close up ever!


Grandma JuJu's first hold!!!!


Just...look at those lips!


First time I got to see his eyes open. Aren't they gorgeous??


First bath


I love baby feet!  Look how long his witto feetsies are!


First visit to Grandma and Grandpa's house (1 week old)


First time meeting Great Grandma Delna!


Just a cute Daddy and little Dude photo. George is consoling him after a bath. 
He does not like being cold! 


First cuddle in Grandma & pa's bed


First comb over :)


Chilling with Mommy on the floor. I love how they are looking at each other.


First time playing with Uncle Karter. They're playing "tummy time."


Look at him look at me! He knows who JuJu is!!
(JuJu is one of the African language names for Grandma--it's Kimeru--which is George's native dialect. I think it's cute! In Swahili--another language he speaks-- the word for grandma is "NyaNya." It also means tomato... )



I have to share a fun story. My brother (Matt) and sister-in-law(Jenn) have a daughter who is just 3 months younger than Mekenze. Her name is Chevia (Shu-Vay). She and Mekenze were expecting their first babies just a day apart. We all thought it would be fun if the cousins would be born the same day. Chevia had been having false labor for a few days, dilated to 3 and such, and Mekenze had no real indication that she was going to deliver ... until her water broke. She went into the hospital August 30, and Lukas was born on the morning of the 31st. Soon after he was born, I received a text that Chevia was going into the hospital. Her baby girl, Eloise, was born later that same day!!! 

It was a Gates family baby fest!

I still haven't seen this sweet girl, but her pictures are adorable!! 


I mean, seriously!!


Matt adores babies, and he never really got to have a newborn of his own (he met Chevia when she was 2), so this is precious!!!


Isn't this a sweet family!!! 


Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Excuses, Excuses!

So, I don't have any real excuses for the lack of blog over the past 3 1/2 weeks, other than that my thoughts have been consumed with either school or Lukas (the cutest baby on the planet who just so happens to be my grandson). School is amazing, yet the hardest I've experienced thus far, which doesn't leave much time for blogging, or even thinking about what to blog, for that matter. One of the reasons that this semester is harder MIGHT BE that I feel like I am in a sort of alter universe now that there is a baby in my heart that didn't come from my own body. I want to hold him always and just watch his every move, but I can't.  He lives in Vegas! And there are other life responsibilities that would keep me from traveling to Las Vegas every day--you know how it goes... ;)

In Africa there is a tradition that suggests that exposing a new baby to the world (other than family and close friends) is not in the best interest of the child. For that reason, I have not been able to blast this blog with the many many adorable pictures of him. That time is coming soon, however, so beware!!

I am feeling very anxious right now! It could be that I have a scary test in less than an hour. It is the first test for Spanish Lit--a class I totally love because it involves two of my loves, language and literature, but that is so hard right now! Or it could be that Dave and I booked a trip to Europe to go visit Arielle and Braxton!!!! We fly out October 30 (and yes, we will miss Halloween with the other kids... is that so wrong?) and we come home November 9. This is a serious realization of a dream! It could also be ... I don't even know... so many things going on inside of me right now!  The holidays are coming, Curtis is soon to turn 18, Mady is soon to drive, Karter just keeps getting older and life keeps spinning faster.

So of course this isn't a clinical type of anxiety, but I am feeling anxious, nonetheless. I just need to be able to label my thoughts and feelings so that I can translate, recognize and categorize them, and then put them to rest.

But now it is time to take a test! Buena suerte a mí!


Saturday, August 31, 2013

The Other Side of Motherhood...

I really did not know what to expect when I realized that one day --soon-- I would be waiting at a hospital with Mekenze (and, of course, her husband George!) as she has her first baby, my first grand baby. I knew it would be special and hard, but I just never could have imagined exactly how special and especially how hard...

I remember my mom saying my first labor was "the hardest labor she ever experienced..." I was thinking, "um, how?! You can't want to switch places with me right now..." But now I can say that yes, in a way, she probably did! It's hard to watch your daughter wrench in pain and cry out as she realizes that the hardest about having a baby will not be hunger pangs... And as each hour and a half only brings tiny bits of progress, it seems to her that she might be doomed to this forever. In some ways, I really do wish I could do it for her. But not even the most enabling of mothers could take this pain away. It's hers and hers alone. 

I remember one really long night, just weeks before Mekenze (my first) was born. I remember being so afraid of the unknown! I couldn't sleep, so I turned to the scriptures. I don't remember if I fell upon the verses about the Savior in the Garden of Gethsemane or if I searched for them on purpose, but I vividly remember feeling the Spirit so strong as I realized that the Savior knew how I felt!! He groaned at the pain He had to endure, even would that the cup could be removed from Him, but He had agreed to suffer it because He loves us that much. I knew there was no way out of childbirth once I had agreed to enter in, and even though I wished somehow it could all just pass, the intense love that I felt at that moment was far greater than the fear. 

The joy is totally worth the pain!! 

And today that love is intensified as it is being magnified through my daughter...

In just a few short hours, Baby Lukas will be here!!! I can't wait to hold him!!!

I need to say something about George. He is always very caring, very concerned, and very respectful, but it's been neat to watch him develop a whole new respect for Mekenze...and for his own mother. He thought this would be just a couple hours and voila!! As the pain has increased, he has grown somber. He even said "if kids knew that their moms went through all this to have them, they'd be nicer to them." 

I thought it was profound. 

****

I thought this was the end of the labor and delivery part of this blog entry, but the nurse just came into the room and have us bad news. Mekenze hasn't progressed more than a centimeter on the past few hours. Her water broke 16 hours ago. The baby is starting to get distressed, so they need to so a c-section...

Mekenze went into a little moment of shock--no emotion, pale face--and then she began to cry. She is upset. Mostly scared, I think. I know everything will be ok, but I wish Dave could be here to give her a blessing. George doesn't have the Melchizedek priesthood yet. Iys 4am and there is no one we know to call who could get here in time. George offered a prayer before the doctor came and wheeled her into the operating room... 

And now we wait... They said at least 2 hours until I can see her... 

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Since this is NOT a food blog....

Although I can think of at least a couple close friends and family who totally COULD do it, I am in no way qualified to create a blog totally dedicated to food! So...let's get back to my random though process. :) I'm totally qualified at RANDOM-ness!

My thoughts today are centering around CHOICES. The quality of my life is directly proportionate to the quality of the choices that I make -- every day! A totally simple concept, yet oh so difficult for some to fully comprehend.

I had a conversation with my daughter awhile back. She was dealing with some difficult friend challenges. Without compromising trust, I'll just say that she is at the age where friends start making different types of choices, which in turn creates the choice for her between friends and goals. She has some pretty solid goals that require a lot of time commitment and mental energy, and even though those goals are quite solid in her life vision, it's hard to know what to do when you realize you may lose the constant companionship of some of the people who have been a hugely important part of your life for a really long time! (15 years is an eternity to a teenager)

I explained to her  (or rather reminded her) that she needs to look at what she wants today and what she really wants her life to be like in the future and decide what she wants more. She is a strong girl and really wise beyond her years, so she immediately replied with the ever popular teen phrase "I know, Mom..."--and I know that she really does know (which isn't the case for all teens who use that response), but what I said next seemed to really get to her:

(Of course I don't remember exactly what I said, so I'll paraphrase)

If you look at the life you have now, the life that Dad and I have given you, it's pretty great, isn't it? We have basically everything we want, and even more importantly, we are happy! We have an amazing, strong family. We are healthy; we get along; Dad and I love and respect each other; we have talents that we get to develop... We have a GREAT LIFE! Do you think that all of this is an accident? I will tell you right now that NO, it is in no way an accident.

When I was your age, I made choices. I knew what I wanted in life, so I chose very carefully how I was going to spend my time and who I was going to spend my time with. I had a lot of friends--because I chose to be kind to everyone and look for the good in them, even those who weren't always easy to like--but I didn't "hang out" with very many people. I wanted to go to college, and I knew that the only way I could go was if I worked really hard to get good grades and get a scholarship. I also had a job, starting at age 12, that limited how much time I had to "waste." Even more than that, I knew that I wanted an eternal family. I wanted to be married in the temple to someone who was worthy, which meant that I had to make sure that I was worthy. And because I made these goals my priority, it created a natural separation between me and others who did not have those same goals. Or maybe they did have those goals--in more of a mystical wish form--but they let day to day pleasure get in the way. I can't judge, and for many I have no idea how their lives are now, but I do know some who don't have the life that I have now.  

Dad made choices. He sacrificed 2 of his "prime" years to serve a mission, when many of his friends and even siblings were making opposite choices. When he got home, he had the opportunity to play baseball on a semi-pro team and maybe even eventually on a pro team, but he knew that what he wanted most was an eternal family. When he felt prompted to leave his team in California and move to Utah to play baseball (what pro teams are in Utah...??), he immediately did! He went to the temple every week to get inspiration on which direction his life should go, and it was only a matter of months before he met me and we were married. He has always been faithful to his decision to be a husband and father, and he has worked HARD from day one to provide a good life for us. He sacrificed his free time and many things that he enjoyed to make sure I could stay at home and be Mom. After 15 years of being a mechanic, he sacrificed his comfort zone of being a mechanic to pursue Isagenix because he knew that spending a small amount of time in discomfort could in turn create the life he has always wanted to live. And we are living it!!  It is not by accident! Everything we enjoy in our life--not just money, but EVERYTHING--is ON PURPOSE!

I'm not sure if you realize that, even though we do have a great earthly life, it is Eternal Life that is our true goal. That is what keeps us going. That is what allows us to enjoy personal revelation about which path to take, which decisions to make. We seek to know and understand the laws that Heavenly Father has given to us, and then we do our best to live those laws. That is why we have the life that we do. We are happy because we love Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ and we allow them to bless us by being choosing to be obedient.


It seems really simple, but choices are sacrifices, and the choices we make really make all the difference.



Wednesday, August 21, 2013

What About My Commitment to Cook?

I promise I haven't been slacking on meals. I just having been blogging about them. I promise I won't post every meal for the rest of my life (insert sigh of relief here)  but just to show myself and ya'all that I can be consistent when I put my mind to it, Here are the meals I made for the rest of the week (well, the ones I remembered to take pictures of, anyway).

SPINACH TORTELLINI


I made this meal with Mady in mind because she loves pasta. I find it is more fun to cook when someone gets excited about it. I also was especially excited about this meal because I was finally going to be able to use the dried tortellini that I bought awhile back but nobody liked it because it didn't rehydrate enough with the recommended directions. I thought this would be great because it was a crockpot recipe so it would have HOURS to get all moist and yummy.

But Mady recognized it right away and wouldn't even taste it! FAIL!  (Dave liked it, so it wasn't complete failure. Thanks, Dave!)

She even made a VINE about it: 

https://vine.co/v/hOBavm3vM03

A HEALTHIER BROCCOLI CHEESE SOUP

This was my favorite! I wanted soup, but I didn't want calories or creamy stuffs, so I took a huge bag of frozen mixed veggies and steamed them til soft, then I puréed most of them in my Blendtech until they were--well, puréed--and added chicken bouillon and a little bit of dehydrated cheese powder. No one knew it was the healthy version of "broccoli cheese soup." MMMM!!!!

(Not pictured were chicken salad sandwiches (on croissants, because that is a very important detail) and pork chops with fried "rice" made with the left over quinoa (Dave's creation.) 

OK. OK. I'll admit...this week has been a little less successful with meal prep. I've decided that Tuesdays will often be a Costco ready-made-meal day because it is just way to crazy with Young Women's and school and what-have-ya. Yesterday it was fantastic Costco 5 layer dip, and tonight...I don't feel the greatest, and I refuse to get sick, so we ??ordered pizza?? That is always the healthy choice!

Tomorrow will be back on target...

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Day 2--Meal 2

We're on a roll--a whole 2 days in a row!! 

Dave told me once, back in the day, that his mom would have dinner ready by 4:00 and everyone would just eat when they could. I was like, "Well, that won't be happening here. We will eat dinner together as a family!" 

That was obviously when my kids were young and always home at dinner time. You live and learn and eat a lot of words on this path called life, don't you? Or, at least I should say I DO! (Can't speak for everyone else. 😉 That's where humble pie inevitably comes in. )

So... Crock Pot Balsamic Chicken! 

Thanks to a post that was shared on the What's  For Dinner Facebook group (started by my friend Angie Quinlan). The post originates from Holly's Fitness & Healthy Living page. 

Thanks for sharing, ladies! 


And this is how it should look when it's finished...