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Greetings and good afternoon from the beautiful Bitterroot Valley!  I apologize that I didn’t submit a column last month, but my computer had a glitch and it didn’t get recovered until early this week.

            October, being my birthday month, has kept me busy for two weeks.  Now that I am all celebrated-out, I can get back to my normal busy.

            I began decorating for upcoming Halloween.  I told my daughter a few weeks ago that I was inspired to have my costume this year as Aunt Jemima.  She was looking down at her keyboard when I spoke those words.  She slowly lifted her face and turned it to the right with a look of total confusion on her face.  Her appearance was burned into my brain.  In a questioning tone, she asked, “Momma, what…with your appearance….makes you even think you can make yourself look like Aunt Jemima?!” I giggled and said, “Well, I found the cutest skirt that fits me perfectly and it looks like a replica of hers!”

            I giggled, because OF COURSE she was RIGHT.  And okay, okay, okay…I get it!  It would take an enormous imagination to pull that off since I am a skinny munchkin and Caucasian.  But I DO have an enormous imagination and I could do it, but with my busy schedule, why would I choose to put my energy there?

            I was willing to settle for two other options to entertain the 600 kids/parents that will show up on my doorstep on Halloween night.  I could either be a little house on the prairie granny…OR, better yet, I COULD BECOME Uncle Sam’s girlfriend!  The wheels in my brain went round and round and I could visualize the outcome immediately.

            Friends came by for celebration of my birthday and I told them the good news.  Putting on my cherry red hat that beholds a very tall red feather and red round sunglasses to match, I explained that I would be Uncle Sam’s girlfriend.  They rolled with laughter and related that I looked more like a pimp than his girlfriend…but hey, they haven’t seen the entire costume (yet!)

            I am making a sign for my front yard that clearly states, “I didn’t decorate for Halloween this year because I think our nation and world is scary enough right now and I don’t want to make it any worse than it is.  Uncle Sam is my boyfriend and he thinks he wears the pants in this relationship, but the truth of the matter is…I tell him what pants to wear.”

            I am decorating my patriotic yard brighter than ever this year.  I am handing out patriotic wrapped candy and pencils for a second year in a row.  I am wrapping my homemade Kraft Caramel popcorn balls for the adults in red, white, and blue.

            Nearly 18 years ago, following the death of my beloved husband Kirk, my daughter Danielle called me from the Air Base in New Mexico.  She said she was studying and what she was reading reminded her of me.  I asked what she was reading about and she said, “Self-Actualization.”  She continued, “Momma, you are the most self-actualized person I have ever met on the planet.”

            I laughed and said, “Danielle, I appreciate your compliment, but truthfully – I don’t even know what it means.”  She related that it means a person has achieved what they incarnated to do.  I laughed out loud and said, “Danielle, I don’t feel very self-actualized.  I am lying on the couch in fetal position, crying and hurting so badly I can barely breathe.”

            In a firm tone, she said, “Momma!  Think about it.  You raised four kids and while doing so, you got a song published in Nashville for Daddy, you got five books in print, you helped thousands of convicts, you traveled and taught and was an instrument for amazing miracles, you helped Nikki get a new rewarding life, you got your Ph.D., and you made Daddy feel like the most important person in your life.”  Conclusively stating as if perfectly correct, she added, “You did ALL THAT WHILE RAISING FOUR KIDS!”    She finished by saying, “And now without all of us in your way – just imagine what you could achieve!”  (Can I just add here….if I were to remind her today about that conversation, would she still believe I couldn’t pull off being Aunt Jemima for Halloween?)

            Today, the words “Self-Actualization” came back to my awareness.  How many of us even realize what those words say.  It is not a false humility that negated my conversation with Danielle, it was my unawareness of what it actually meant.  The bi-product of Self Actualization is morality, creativity, problem solving, lack of prejudice, and acceptance of facts.  Holy Mother of God – I AM SELF ACTUALIZED!  It is as if I just found out that I have brown eyes.  Everyone else knew it, except me.   For what it’s worth, I follow with…I am a lot of things and no-things, I am One with All That Is.

            Self-Actualization comes from many lifetimes, I’m sure, on the “endless wheel of misfortune and fortune.”  Speaking from all the experiences to teach me an ever-widening influence of compassion for humanity, it leads me to now and why I have such an insatiable desire to be patriotic on a daily basis.

            In 2020, when I caught on to the trauma-based mind control, watching Mainstream News use shock as a form of division and fear to create a low frequency for viewers, I immediately disposed of the toxic sources of information.  I knew they were not an authority for me any longer.

            Temporarily, I began seeking alternative news sources on YouTube, but got disheartened quickly there, as well.  Sources of mis and dis-information were everywhere and rather than get so confused of who was right and who was wrong, I just stopped listening altogether.  The next stage began surfacing of psychics and so-called Prophets, stating things as if they are written in stone.  Because they are spiritual, many put their stamp of approval on these sources and help speak tragedy for humanity into existence….making these things inevitable.  I can’t tell you how many times someone says something will happen and when it does, they take an opportunity to relate it was them who said it first!  (I wouldn’t be proud of hearkening disaster into reality for innocent humanity.)

            There are many possible timelines for humanity right now.  Where do I choose to put my energy?  (And with whom/)  What timeline do you choose to repeat and feed with your energy?  (And with whom?)

            Early in October, I sent out an invitation to my Bitterroot Valley members of Connecting Consciousness, cordially inviting them to attend our Gathering last Sunday.  I foretold that I was bringing all my “Adult Toys” out to play with to raise our frequency even higher.  I am sure some of them wondered what I meant by “Adult Toys,” but I use every opportunity to bring a smile or laugh to others.

            Upon arrival of a lovely Mexican meal I made, we ate in good cheer and shared what occurred since we last met.  We voiced complaints and encouragements with Life 101.  Following the meal, I set my crystal singing bowls, the Tibetan Bowl, Tibetan Bell, and tuning forks on the table before us.  We took turns playing them individually and simultaneously.  One member who arrived low on energy, overwhelmed with our world, (and crying the evening before due to being an empath after seeing “what was going on”) was now laughing and stating how energized she felt.

            In public, I take every opportunity to raise the frequency of others through genuine compliments, listening to strangers dump their problems to a stranger, and say the silliest things to provide laughter.  (It’s an innate quality…never have I attempted to pre-plan what I will say in any situation.)

            I started on a bowling league in September.  My teammates are a 96-year-old man, slender and tiny in stature.  The lady on our team had a stroke a year ago and the entire left side of her body is frozen.  You would be in awe to watch these two characters bowl as we listen to the “Oldies but Goodies” songs of yesteryear.  I literally cheerlead my team when they get strikes and spares.  I also ask around trying to find anyone who will Jitterbug with me. 

My friend Colleen who comes to cheerlead me, was asked by them, “Is Gloria even old enough to qualify to be on a Senior League?”  I am so busy reliving my youth, after not bowling for 45 years, I have stepped right back into being 17 again!  I can’t count how many times in the last three years that I have been told that I help others feel young, again!  Growing old may be mandatory, but growing up is optional!

            People are starved for the positive feelings of love, peace, safety, nurturing, laughter, and joy.  Lightworkers are here to help others advance and we can’t do both, affirm forthcoming tragedy and trauma….and give hope to the hopeless.  I recently heard a prediction that there was a fence that went for miles and miles with people sitting atop it.  God did a great shaking and people fell to both sides of the fence.  Time is running out for being a fence sitter.  It is each of us that must choose which side we are on, love or fear.  I heard Spirit say, “Time is running out attempting to live an ordinary life with extraordinary power.”

            In 2010, I chose to do the Will of God.  Being awakened from a sound sleep, He said, “Gloria D. Benish, you DO have a choice.”  With no forethought or after thought, I chose His Will.  (my destiny.)  We each have a choice.  We can live in the lower frequency of fear and hate or we can ascend with love.

            I affirm, “I live in a New World.”  In my creative imagination, I see a dream come true of living in Unity with God and humanity.  I see people helping people with no money involved, but because we have our gifts “and stuff” so abundantly, we have to share it.  I see brief challenges, but with those centered in their hearts, they are easily overcome and put to rest.  I see no more greed and corruption because “just like being Uncle Sam’s girlfriend and telling him what pants to wear,” I am reminded it is We, The People who have the voice to say what we will and won’t allow to occur any longer.

            As a humanity with our wholesome slogans,  “One Nation Under God” and “In God We Trust,” we are also the same humanity that can choose if We, The People are PISSED…or We, The People, are BLESSED.

            My daughter gave me a “mustard seed necklace,” for my birthday along with the Bible passage that says, “Matthew 17:20-21   For truly I tell you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible to you.”  I carry a Ziplock baggy of Mustard Seeds in my purse just in case I meet someone who has lost their faith.  (I have plenty of Faith to share!)   One small bottle of Mustard Seed from your local grocer can service many people on your daily walk through life……….  If you have faith, please share it!

            Even in this column, you have a choice.  Perhaps you got some clarification or maybe, just maybe, I have made you smile, laugh, or you made the phhtttt sound.  In either case, your frequency just heightened and you feel better about your personal life and growth?  And with that awareness, here’s the bottom line…TAG!  YOU’RE IT!  PASS IT ON!!!

            Until next month, take care…I care…

Now and always,

Gloria D. Benish, Ph.D.

Alias:  Dr. Glo-bug – Just here “to lighten things up”

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