Bill Returns Via Blinking Christmas Light

Bill contacted me again via his blinking yellow Christmas light last night!

This is a short video I took last night of Bill contacting me via that burnt out Christmas bulb. Part of the video I had my iPhone too low but be patient and you can see the energy of the light build up.

To refresh your memory of the history of Bill contacting me this way via the Christmas light.

Before his death Bill and I had often discussed that if there was an after life (which I absolutely believe now), he would try to contact me. We didn't discuss the blinking light, we weren't aware of this method at the time we were discussing how he would contact me. I just said "If there is a way, try and contact me." And it turned out there was a way and what a brilliant way to contact me.

Fist of all Bill was an electrician by trade his whole adult life. This was a skill he learned in the Army and Air Force in which he served a total of nine years.

Why the Christmas lights? When Bill lost his vision through macular degeneration, he was depressed because he couldn't read or do his projects which he so loved, especially those schematics of electrical circuits. Bill always loved the colors of Christmas lights. About four years ago, I connected several strings of multicolored Christmas tree light and trunk them around our sunroom and living room. When Bill lost most of his sight he spent most of his waking days in his favorite Archie Bunker chair in our sunroom. He was position so he could see all the colorful lights which brought him much comfort. I usually took down the lights a couple of weeks after Christmas. But four years ago he asked me to keep them up year round. Why not? So that's what I did.

Well, over the years some of the lights have burned out. I couldn't find replacements (they all have different bases of course) so I just left up the strings with the burnt out lights.

A couple days after Bill died in February, when I was in the kitchen (we have an open floor plan at Casa Tipton-Kelly) I noticed one of the burned out lights blinking. "That odd" I thought. Never have any of those burned out lights blinked before. But now here is one blinking. "What is that all about?" I thought. Then it struck me. It was brilliant. That was Bill's way of communicating with me. Letting me know that his spirit was now in the Afterlife and he was letting me know that everything was all right with him. Oh what comfort that brought to me, knowing that Bill's spirit was alive and communicating with me. 

Since that night, off and on he's returned with the blinking light to let me know he was still getting acquainted with the spirit world in which he now resides. The blinking light was his way of letting me know he still loved me and is waiting for me to join him. 

I absolutely believe all of this!

I don't care who thinks I'm crazy. I know what I know.

After a while the light finally went out this summer. It hasn't blinked since. For months it hasn't blinked. 

I have to say I was sad about that, this was my one way of staying in touch with Bill. I thought he must really be having a good time in the Afterlife reuniting with family, old friends and others. In one way I was very happy for Bill because he was no longer suffering and in discomfort as he was the last three years of his life and he was in a much better place than this, sometime cruel world. But I continued to miss him. Every minute, of every hour of every day; damn it I still miss him! 

So last Saturday night, when I was at my loneliest, I walked over to the burnt out light and talked to it. I asked Bill to "come back" and send me a signal. I didn't expect anything to happen of course, but I did get some comfort at least talking to the burnt out light. Then last night happened! The light was weak at first (I hear it takes a lot of energy for a spirit to contact us here on earth), but the light was there. then gradually it got stronger. And then it blinked! Bill was back!

Now folks, guess what happened tonight? Yes, the light is strong and often blinking. I've taken videos of that too which I will show in my next blog. It's a circuitous procedure I have to take to post my iPhone videos to YouTube then figure out how to post to my blog. Still trying to figure out an easy way to do that. I usually "back into" posting the video 

But the main thing here is folks, that Bill answered my pleas the other night. He's back! And I believe!

And another thing, I don't care who thinks I'm crazy. I know what I know and what I feel.

I knew when I met Bill that was special.

I know my life has been blessed, first with Bill and now Pat. I believe me and Pat were part of the same energy matter in previous lives. I believe that Pat, and our friend Glenn are part of the same soul energy group that have reassembled here at the end of our lives. Our lives which is actually a learning experience. That's the purpose of life folks, our spirit or energy form inhabits this earthly flesh and blood body to learn lessons, by living and how to love. And we keep reincarnating until we get it right. That's the only thing that makes sense to me.

All this mumbo jumbo about man made religion is nothing but to keep the peasants in line. I don't buy into the teaching that we must const

Taking My Neighbor's Dog For A Walk

During Pat and Glenn's visit this past June, I took them along with me as I took my neighbor's dog for a walk. 

I love dogs and cats but I'm too old to have one. I am unable to take proper care of them plus I'm afraid I'll trip and fall over them. I cannot afford that. 

This neighbor's dog lives in the house on the right side of Casa Tipton-Kelly. Today and the rest of this week I'm also taking care of my neighbor's dog and cat on the left side of my house. A golden retriever and a plump tabby cat with beautiful blue eyes.

Life is good folks. Nice animals, nice friends and nice neighborhood, why would I ever want to move from here?

Have a great day everyone!

Happy Birthday Pat

Pat (on the right and his friends today at his favorite (only) Hamilton, Ontario, Canada tiki restaurant.

 Guess whose birthday is today? 

Pat!

My Canadian fiancé (we're still waiting for his K-1 VISA approval).

This is a photo he texted me today of his birthday dinner treat by his best friends Paul and Deb. 

Pat is at his favorite tiki restaurant in Hamilton. Pat LOVES tiki restaurants. We fell in love with them when visiting Palm Springs. Can't wait to make a return visit to the Tiki Hut on Palm Canyon Drive in Palm Springs in February when we visit for Modernism Week. 

By the way, check out that Christmas tree!

Just The Two Of Us

Doesn't today seem like Saturday? Well, actually it is!

Interesting isn't it when holidays fall in the middle of the week. My whole rhythm is thrown off. That's all right though because I just found this great new playlist for continuous disco mix.

I remember way back in 1980 (that long ago Ron?) that I would make a special trip to one of the after hour clubs in Philadelphia (where I lived at that time) and position myself next to one of those massive four foot speakers on the dance floor and just absorb the beat of the disco continuous music. 

I had my "sticks" and my poppers and I would really get into beat. I would do that for hours. Yes, hours! 

Saturdays are always sad for me now since that when Bill had passed, early on a Saturday morning. 

This Saturday was overcast with a light rain. Even worse. Even though Bill had passed February 22nd of this year, the day was overcast (no rain though) and chilly. 

I know Bill is in Heaven now where there is incredible light and peace. He awaits me. This I know. I know that one day I will enter the Gates of Heaven where Bill will welcome me with his open arms and our five Pomeranian doggies will be happily jumping around our feet. 

Our last three Poms, the mother, father and their daughter happy to see me at our house in Pennsylvania about 1984. What a wonderful life we all had then!

Until that wonderful day happens, I continue to mark each day that I exist here on earth, with my few loved friends and my way of ultimate relaxation as I am doing now by listening to this playlist.

Me, 1964 at my furnished, two room efficiency apartment in Coatesville, PA. This is the year I met Bill. What a dump that apartment was but it worked for me at that time. I still have that carnival glass pitcher and glass set! I think I still have that green T-shirt!

Dermatologist Visit And Other Fun Experiences This Morning

Rehoboth Beach Walmart parking lot, yes, I used to feed the seal gulls.

This is the same Walmart where I hit the asphalt. Much more crowded though in June. This picture was taken in the winter, early in the morning. 

 Had to get up early this morning for my annual dermatologist visit. 

I've been making this visits for over thirty years now. I am paying the price for my youthful folly of "working on my tan" in the summertime. Oh if I could do those days over again. Oh well.

My physician's assistant had a field day burning off various keratosis spots all over my old worn out sagging body. 

As you know for the "full body check" I have to disrobe everything except my "boxer" shorts (who wears whitie tighties anymore?). The only thing I have to cover myself with is one of those flimsy hospital gowns that you can never quite close in the back. Very drafty those gowns and this one this morning was no exception. 

I used to apologize for my body when I'm exposed like this but these days I'm almost invisible to those who work in the medical establishment so I don't ever bother apologizing for the sad state of my body. Hey, at eighty-three year old, what can you expect? It's all sag, not much I can do about it although I have begun lifting ten pound barbells every morning to recover some muscle tone before I completely sag out.

So this is it for my doctor's appointments year. That is if I don't pass out in the Walmart parking lot again like I did this past June when Pat and Glenn were visiting. Thank God they were with me when I hit the asphalt as we were exiting the Rehoboth Walmart. Otherwise an exiting car would probably have backed out over me and all my worries and woes would have been solved then and there.

By the way, after my dermatologist visit I decided to go into the Rehoboth Walmart (since I was down that way anyway on Route One) and pick up a few items. Wouldn't it be just my luck to encounter a screaming little girl. Oh God how I had those screamers and this one was LOUD. Notice how they can stand still? Almost jumping up and down like a Mexican Jumping Bean. If they're not jumping they're running down the aisles. This screamer was two or three years old. In with her grandmother and mother. The grandmother kept saying "Now Shade". "Stay here Shade." Oh Shade."  Gee? Do you think the little screamer's name was .........SHADE? Oh how cute! It was obvious grandma wanted everyone in the store to know her little darling's name was SHADE.  

Walmart checkout!

I had to get away from that screamer before she elevated my blood pressure more that it was already. 

Wouldn't you know it they followed me on the same trajectory around the store and I was going? Even to the checkout! I'm always concerned that these little screamers run into my legs. Always happens. You know folks, I can see where kids are cute but you keep them. Okay? They drive me crazy. Boy, was I glad to get out of that store. In the past I've posted an episode like this to my You Tube account with a video. I don't do that anymore. The vitriol that rains down on me, unbelievable. Wow. "You miserable old man!" Yep, that's me, a "miserable old man." Guilty as charged.. I had to finally disable comments on my You Tube posts. In fact, I don't eve post those episodes to You Tube anymore. This is another reason I'm dreading my plane trip to and from Palm Springs. I just know I'm going to get one of those whiney kids on the planes. Doesn't bother Pat. Bothers me though. And when I don't get a whiney kid I'll get a hefty person with body odor. Oh yes, that's happened. You know I probably should have chosen a different career, a stand up comedian as a Miserable Old Man. 

I'm back home now. Looking forward to a nice quiet night and maybe I'll luck out and get a good movie or series on Netflix. Wish me luck!

The Day After Christmas 2024

 

Michael (Spo), Randy and Pat 2014

We made it folks! 

Now we start the countdown for Christmas 2025.

Doesn't it feel like each year we reach the goal of another Christmas only to begin the countdown for the next year? 

This year with the return of Trump into office as president can you imagine what next year will be like? Quite frankly, I cannot imagine. Well, actually I can but I don't want to think about it. 

Instead I want to think about nice occasions like our last Bloggerpalooza which took place TEN YEARS AGO in 2014. The photo at the beginning of this post was taken from that gathering that took place at my place of work in Lewes, Delaware. Pictured from left to right are Spo of Spo Reflections, Randy of Nebraska and Pat ("my Pat") of Hamilton, Ontario, Canada. Now just imagine where we will be ten years from now. Do you really think at 93 years old (that's how old I will be then years from now), I'll still be blogging? Right! I'll be blogging from the spirit world. One thing is probably for sure, Trump will still be dominating the news because he, and his enablers (the Congressional Republicans and HIS Supreme Court) will have figured out a way to keep him in office for life. I don't even want to think about that.

I hope you all had a wonderful and peaceful Christmas. I had a quiet one here. My widowed neighbor invited me over for Christmas dinner with his extended family (there were four cars in his driveway). I declined not because I don't like him (I do) but because I always feel like a skunk at a picnic when I have a meal with him and his extended family and friends. First of all they're all MAGA (we don't talk politics of course, we have that understanding), all straight and all family orientated. Zero in common except that we're neighbors and we watch out for each other since we're both widowed. I would like some of that turkey he was talking about. Maybe he'll have some leftovers he can offer me tomorrow or this weekend.

The next week is the week I hate the most of the year. There's nothing on TV. All a rehash of the past year with second string journalists (I watch MSNBC and CNN exclusively). I don't need a review of the past year. I know what happened. A disaster that I don't want to relieve through flashbacks. The week between Christmas and New Year's is always a Lost Week for me.

This year for the first time in a long time I am considering some serious resolutions. No more Trump rants. That's like pissing in the wind. Doesn't change anything except getting piss all over me. Also I'm going to continue working on controlling my spending habits. Since I'm not working at the hotel and don't have Bill's modest Social Security income for household expenses, I have to learn to live within my means. This year's trip to Palm Springs will be my last. Not only because I can't afford it anymore (I can't) but because I am not physically up to it. I just can't move around like I used to nor do I want to. I'm perfectly comfortable putzing around my own house here in southern coastal Delaware. I actually live in a resort. Time to enjoy my environs. I have everything I need here, except of course the love of my life Bill. Oh how I do continue to miss him. However, I am finally getting used to living by myself and quite frankly I am enjoying it. I continue to talk to Pat daily on FaceTime and stay in touch with my other friends via Zoom. I think I'll be quite comfortable here doing a slow fadeout over the years until I am no more. Oh maybe occasional visits from Pat but not like we used to do the last eleven years, every three months we would get together. Pat's quite comfortable at his new home in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada. Hopefully next year his K-1 VISA will be approved and we can get married but we don't have to live together to be in love and be husband and husband. Pat is the last love of my life, wherever we live and whether we live together or not. One thing is for certain, I will never live with anybody else except maybe Pat and that's not likely now. Oh I would like to have a pet but that isn't going to happen either. Not fair to the pet and a danger to me because I would probably trip over the pet eventually and end up in the hospital with a broken hip or worse.

That's the plan folks! Have a nice evening and a nice week at the end of the year where nothing is going on.

Christmas Day 2025

Me in my Previous Life 1964 - Bucks County, PA
(BTW, I still have that bathrobe!!!!)

 Good morning folks!

Are you sitting on the floor, lotus fashion, around your Christmas tree in your jammies waiting to begin opening Christmas presents?

I hope so!

Christmas is a family thing. 

Bill always said that. He also always said "Christmas is for kids." I believe that but I also believe Christmas is whatever you make it for yourselves.

Of course the REAL MEANING of Christmas is to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, the founder and leader of the ONLY REAL RELIGION (according to their adherents, especially the evangelicals) that will get you in Heaven. That is if you give enough praise to their vengeful and insecure God who will smite you if you DON'T ACCEPT this mythical person called Jesus Christ as you SAVIOR. 

I never understood that whole concept folks, even when I was a little kid and being brainwashed into this concept that never made sense to me. Of course I understand now, that form of religion was to keep the Great Unwashed under the control of The Few who seized power over them by threats and intimidation and promises of Eternal Damnation unless you followed their dictates.  

So here I am on Christmas Day, which originally was a pagan holiday heralding the beginning of a new beginning. 

I'm not all "Bah Humbug" though about the concept of Christmas. I'm a believer in you doing whatever gives you comfort, as long as what you do doesn't interfere in my life choices. Who am I to tell you what religion to follow in your life. But by the same token, this is a message for you Evangelicals, don't tell me what I HAVE TO DO to conform to the religion YOU choose so I get get my ticket to Heaven.

My beliefs are very simple. I think we all have a spirit or soul that inhabits this body of flesh and bone that, if we're lucky, lasts about seventy or eighty years. We are incarnated in these physical bodies to LEARN and LOVE while we're LIVING. We keep coming back to this physical life until we get it right and then are blended back into The One. Yes, THAT God. 

So on this Christmas Day I wish all of you a happy and joyous time with your family, if you have one to spend the day with. For those of you who have no family with you today, I wish you a very happy day with your memories. That's the way I'm spending my day today, with my lifetime of memories made possible by my late husband Bill Kelly and my many friends I've made during my lifetime including those who have passed and my few friends left who are still alive and will probably outlive me in this physical incarnation. 

Have a wonderful day everyone!