October 2022
Greetings and good morning from the beautiful Bitterroot Valley! We got snow up on our mountain last night. (Here we go, again……) It has been such a busy month. It feels like I have been running a marathon. People coming, staying longer than they anticipated, and leaving as the next people are arriving. Telephone calls and meetings. Meals and prepping. Errands and housecleaning (HOME AND SELF!) Harvesting gardens and outdoor chores, and preparing for winter. It is exhausting! Add a few solar flares and flaring tempers of loved ones and you have your hands full with mixed emotions and fire crackers ready to pop.
Does this sound all too familiar in your lives, as well?
Wars and rumors of wars. Propaganda machines filling the air with doomsday possible false flags, division with politics and beliefs. Friends and relatives on both sides stating, “I just don’t understand WHY THEY CAN’T SEE THE TRUTH!” Rising prices on everything make you suck wind, with everyone’s hand out to take more and more.
And, where does it end? I would rather talk about the beginning and then see where this all leads.
Thirty-one years ago, I was living in Granbury Texas and preparing to leave a 19-year marriage. I had met an older lady before I even got moved in, while still staying in a motel (waiting for furniture to be delivered) and had a few lunches with her. Nearing my departure date, she called and asked if she could stop by. Of course, I agreed to the arrival of a guest.
Upon entering my home, she came into the kitchen. Before she even took a seat at my kitchen table, she began talking how imperative it was for her coming. She had a message from God for me. That piqued my interest!
She began to speak, “When I was a small child, I lived on a ranch here in Texas that was failing. My father had put it up for sale and a gentleman came to look at it.” Almost painfully, she continued speaking, “In front of the prospective buyer, I cried out to my father, “Oh, daddy, our ranch is worth a lot of money – please don’t sell it” and he back-handed me. I flew through the air, hit a fence post and slumped to the ground. As I was picking myself up off the ground, in severe pain, Dad responded, “If I want to hear your opinion, I’ll ask for it.”
Her story ended as she spoke, “The new buyer discovered oil on our property.”
She continued, “Since that day, I seldom tell people that I have a special gift. Only when I feel strongly compelled . . . do I ever share things I know, but today is one of those days.”
Her first message to me is private concerning my ex-husband and I don’t want to put the information into print. There is no need to make him appear bad in relation to my subject at hand. (Suffice it to say, I had always suspected…women know these things. We can pretend otherwise or be in denial, but truthfully – we always KNOW.)
However, following the detailed message, she now turned her attention to me completely for the “rest of the story.” Looking eye-to-eye with me and aware I had already written three books, she continued. She also knew that I had sent many queries to spiritual and mainstream publishers and had heaps of rejections. She said, “I know you are trying to get published and maybe you will and maybe you won’t. But the thing you most need to know is that when you are in your sixties, you will finally do what you came to do.”
THUD! My heart hit the wall! I was 38 years old and hearing “in my sixties, I will do what I came to do?!” Man! That sounded like a lifetime away, but yet – overnight, in the blink of an eye – I am in my sixties. On October 5th, I will be turning 69 years old. Last year/last chance in my 60’s “to do what I came to do” before the calendar rolls into my 70’s to fulfill this woman’s prophetic words.
In these past months, I have reviewed my life of preparation for age 69. Granting of a humanitarian project is before me. This country and humanity are in turmoil and friends and relatives are agitated and anxious… And here I calmly sit saying, “I am unafraid, I am at peace,” answering my telephone or opening the front door to those who are quite the opposite. All the preparation and spiritual growth (and gifts given) have prepared me for what is at hand.
Last Saturday night, I had guests sitting in my kitchen playing the Inspirational boardgame I created almost two decades ago that I have still never taken to Press. During the game, an issue came forward of my guest, Raylene, venting about her mother and the heartache and pain she still carries – limiting her from going forward.
I asked Raylene to stand in front of my refrigerator for an exercise. I opened my cabinets and asked her to hold out her hands to help me for a moment. I started taking pots and pans out of the cupboard and stacking them in her outstretched hands. The burden to hold so much weight was getting cumbersome and exhausting to hold as I piled more and more on her.
She finally reached her limit and cried out, “I can’t hold any more! I am about to drop them!” Smiling and giggling, “I said, “It’s about time to let it all go. You can’t be open to receive the new if you don’t let go of the past.” We discussed how long she had carried the burden of resentment and anger, frustration, and even hate. It was time to let it all go for what is forthcoming in newness and goodness.
If, in my 60’s, I’m here to do what I came to do – perhaps it is to inspire you to love your Country, God, and Humanity the way I am able to do and set an example to follow? I have this patriotic thing going on right now…well, ever since 2020 and crazy started. I wrote an article for Connecting Consciousness newsletter this week and it follows:
Kindness Korner
September, 2022 (Gloria D. Benish, Ph.D.)
As the Event Host for Stevensville and our Community Project, it has been put on my heart to promote PATRIOTISM in not only the Bitterroot Valley, but for Montana as a whole. Widely stated that we are “Big Sky,” we are also referred to as “God’s Country.” As one state in this nation, we CC members all agree that we will “hold the line” (light) for humanity.
Being well known here in Stevensville, I have been on a “must-see list” for Christmas and holidays for 31 years. It would be my over-lighted home that creates that glow in the western sky. On the 4th of July every year, I have an extensive number of red/white/blue lights (draping from my gutter and around my yard), 50 flags, 50 pinwheels, signs of patriotism, and flag solar lights. This past summer, two children on bikes stopped, knocked, and asked, “Did you put that many flags out because you want us to take one?” I offered them each a flag and thought how cute they were to knock and ask to ride around with a flag.
They returned and asked, “Did you put that many pinwheels out because you want us to take one of them, also?” Of course, they rode away with a pinwheel, as well. I remember the day and event well enough to speak of it now. They, as children, will carry it as a memory too.
For 31 years, I have kept a tally of each child who comes to my door at Halloween. It numbers in the 600’s that evening. A well-lighted atmosphere, safe for little children and adults who arrive for my homemade caramel-chewy pull-apart popcorn balls. Always dressed for a theme each year, being playful and safe – I am the house where locals come for treats.
For this Halloween, I have been in preparation. I have added more strings of red/white/blue lights. Our country is so dark right now and the Satanic holiday is being transformed this year in this neighborhood home to celebrate PATRIOTISM EVERY DAY AND HOLIDAY OF THE YEAR. My costume is a U.S. flag dress and a blue cowboy hat to match the stars. I have ordered red/white/blue wrapped Tootsie Rolls and Butter Mints, along with patriotic pencils/erasers/pencil sharpeners for hand-outs this year.
I will have the National Anthem, America the Beautiful, “we’ll put a boot in their ass” (“Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue”) and “I’m proud to be an American” blaring loudly through the neighborhood that evening.
I have been dressing PATRIOTICALLY every time I go out in public for weeks, building to a crescendo for Halloween and then Thanksgiving and Christmas. Some may see me as the crazy old eccentric bat in Stevensville. Most people who see or hear my plan give me a thumbs-up and verbal gratitude for doing what I am doing. It doesn’t matter to me If I am judged as a nut, because it is worth it to me to see a smile on someone’s face – or if they point and laugh. Both are lightening up Montana and our nation/world. Dr. Glo-bug, a Patriot, here at your service and “Just here to LIGHTEN THINGS UP.” My motto for our local group is: STAY IN LOVE, NOT FEAR. CHOP WOOD/CARRY WATER…AND JUST DON’T BE AN ASSHOLE. BE THE DIFFERENCE YOU SEEK.
As for your friends, family, strangers, or new acquaintances, I would like to share the theme song of my local spiritual group I hosted for seven years for women and our one “token man”:
Put your Hand in My Hand
(Words & Music by Teresa Jennings)
Put your hand in my hand. You can be my friend.
We don’t have to look the same to let our voices blend.
We can trust each other. We can try again.
If you put your hand in my hand, I will be your friend.
We can share this whole world. We can understand.
We don’t have to think the same to stand here hand in hand.
We can live together, learning to depend.
If you put your hand in my hand, I will be your friend.
At the beginning of today’s article, I asked, “Where does it end?” I began at the beginning, to bring you to the end. Our country and world has lived for generations with lies, manipulation, evil-doing, corruption, and unnecessary conflict. The time to stand united is NOW as all the darkness is being brought to the surface. We don’t have to think the same to stand united, our goals are the same to stand in freedom of choice. It takes all of us to be complete in unity and independence.
I have never attempted to change anyone’s mind, beliefs, attitude, or opinion. I listen open-mindedly, knowing my perceptions may differ – but I love individual’s more than politics, religion, finances, or belief structures. I received a call last night that forewarned that the next few weeks would be especially difficult for humanity…a “doomsday message of forthcoming events” and whether it is a rumor or will come to pass, I would ask you to lay down your differences and instead, hold hands/not resentments, judgments or who is right or wrong…but to lend a hand-up to someone He puts on your path.
We have some pesky humans in our midst who would like to thwart our constitutional privileges and have America fall on her face. As the mother of two disabled Vets and a proud Patriot of this country…I am going to bow down to Christ principles, stand in honor of what America stands for and keep the faith in God and humanity to do the right thing. The ending is just around the corner. It has been very heavy for many of us to hold, knowing the truth and being set free from the drama. It wasn’t that we are special in being forerunners, we signed on to be of service. If you can feel the truth in anything I have spoken today, you’re here to help “hold the line”/love light. Thank you, in advance, for your service to God, country, and humanity.
Until next month, take care…I care…
Always,
Gloria D. Benish, Ph.D.
Alias: Dr. Glo-bug – Just here “to lighten things up”