Love After Life

This theme about coffee and cigarettes keeps popping up.  Just a little background here: I enjoy going out in the front yard and sitting the bench swing, or sitting on the front or back porch, and having a smoke with Irene.  It's something we used to do during a certain time in our lives and I remember those times very fondly. A couple of weeks ago in a post about a powerful intention I had while meditating , I said: "Very quickly after that, a scene popped into my mind of the two of us (Irene and I) sitting on white, wooden  lounge chairs on a deck overlooking the beach and ocean.  Our feet were propped up on the white deck rail and we both had a cup of coffee and we were smoking. We were dressed just like we were at our wedding - we didn't wear formal clothes at our wedding, which was held in our home at the time.  We were laughing about something and had great big smiles on our faces, looking out at the morning horizon over the water." When I checked th...

The past several days I've been helping  Gerra out in Austin after she gave birth to my new granddaughter, Kyra Irene and I just got back yesterday.  I'm still working my way back into my normal routine. What I've found so heartening, though, was my capacity to emotionally and psychologically weather a six-day upheaval of my routine, including sleep and meditation patterns.  Arriving back home was a very welcome event, but I never came close to having a serious emotional downswing.  Even the physical part wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be, with all the driving around, lack of sleep, and the physical exertions that were out of my ordinary pattern. In fact, I enjoyed myself immensely, and never felt as though I was losing contact with Irene or losing my way as far as our goals and direction.  I felt very confident that everything was fine and that things were going as they should.  Gerra has nice back yard spot to spend quiet time and I used that...

Yesterday I went out around 5:30 to smoke my 2nd cigarette of the day.  The air was really warm - I think it got up around 95 during the day, but weirdly I actually enjoyed it.  Maybe it's because I have the AC in the house set at 70.  Usually, though, that just makes me dislike the warm air all the more. It felt great, though.  I lit up and started talking to Irene and when I drew in the last of the cigarette, I realized something about restraint and moderation ; controlling how much you do a thing has a great impact on how much you can enjoy it and how that enjoyment is incorporated into your life.  I used to smoke many years ago and gave it up entirely until a couple of weeks ago when I started and then began enforcing a two-a-day strict limit.  Back then, I was a chain smoker, smoking sometimes up to four packs of ultra-lights  a day .  I got into the habit of smoking while I worked on the computer and then while I played games on the comput...

Woke up around four in the morning and I feel like my new "normal" has been stepped up a notch. I feel great - connected to Irene, enthusiastic, happy, focused, complete.  It feels like the mental discipline technique I've been employing lately has put me in a whole new frequency.  I did my prayers, meditation, talked with Irene, then went in my office and worked on my book, picking up where I left off last night, then started doing my regular job work. Meditation was great. Had an immediate vibrational connection to irene and felt that electric body sensation throughout.  It was as if I could feel non-articulated information being fed into me that later turned into ideas and stuff to write about in the book.  I got a lot of good information from the Facebook groups and Cyrus Kirkpatrick's book, Understanding Life After Death .  Cyrus runs one of the groups I'm in, Afterlife Topics.   Such books and groups are really good for maintaining one's "transdim...