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...

After my post yesterday, Jurgen Ziewe wrote a post about his most recent out of body experience where he was shown what we might call an artist community in the afterlife.  One of the things he wrote about was entering a room where people were smoking and drinking, and for whatever reason I found that to be a huge validation of the vision I had of Irene and I when I was doing my intention meditation.  I mean, it made me ecstatically happy and it brings me great joy to think about it.  I don't know why, but it really comforts me to know that Irene can still smoke over there if she wants to.  She thoroughly enjoyed smoking here. I had a very nice chat with a man named Bill (oddly enough) in the Zoom Room - we just ran into each other there because I like to stay logged in to help people with the interface and to bring them up to speed on what groups are like. Turns out he has a neighbor named William and at first he thought I was him before he could see the video. The ...

Yesterday I had a little trouble with my mental discipline - ate a little too much, smoked more than two cigarettes - but after a good talk with Irene last night I'm back on track today.  I had another blissful meditation this morning, and it's like getting a concentrated shot of Irene for the day.  It's really incredible.  Had another one just like it in the early afternoon and had to lay down and attempt to astral project due to the totally buzzed feeling.  I didn't astral project, but I did have a good nap. I was surprised by how much I was able to work today.  I remember that before when I went even an hour concentrating on work I'd find myself starting to panic because I hadn't been thinking of Irene. Today I was able to put quite a bit of continuous time at a sitting between walking the dogs and doing my light exercises.  One of my exercises is walking up and down our stairs five round-trips and I started imagining each trip up as a trip up to the ...

Yesterday was a little rough - nothing real serious, just a bit of a pity-party now and then for most of the afternoon and evening.  I think I've got a combination of allergies and - something I haven't written in here yet - I started smoking again a bit a couple of weeks ago, maybe 6-8 American Spirit cigarettes a day.  I enjoy going out and sitting on the swing, smoking and talking to Irene. It feels like an easy way to connect to her.  She was a smoker.  I wasn't when we met, except for an occasional cigar.  I picked it up several years after we got married. I think that 6-8 a day was probably too much and the tobacco acted as a depressant and worked with the allergies to make me more susceptible to sad vibrations.  I really enjoy being able to sit outside on the swing in the garden area Ivori and I created in the front yard under the magnolia tree, so once I get to feeling better I might try keeping it down to 3 or 4 cigarettes a day.  Prior to t...