DO NOT PRAY FOR ME

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Today is Easter Sunday, so I think this post is appropriate.

 

A little background:

 

As a youngster, I attended three different religious denominations: the faith of my paternal relatives, the Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints—RLDS (not Mormon), and, after my aunt and uncle adopted my younger brother and me, I worshiped in Pentecostal and Baptist churches.

 

I grew up going to church and Sunday school every week and was baptized by immersion at age eight, the age of accountability, I was told. My childhood was centered on the Christian religion. I memorized Bible verses and the Ten Commandments; I learned about Adam and Eve, Noah’s Ark, the birth and death of Christ; I said my prayers before bedtime and gave thanks for my meals, and I could recite the Lord’s Prayer from memory. All this, I believe, provided a well-grounded understanding of how the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost operated in human lives, and what was required of us in order to someday reach heaven.

 

As an adult, I returned to the church of my parents, the RLDS, at which time I began to study and compare the various religions, including Catholicism. Each group insisted they were the only true church. But somewhere inside of me, I could not believe any of them were. While each group claimed to believe in and worship the same god, there were discrepancies which drove them apart. When someone is searching for spiritual guidance, which among the various “true” churches was the ONLY true religion, the one we could trust to save us from hellfire and usher us into heaven at some point in the future? Either they were all true, or none were. Why the bickering? After a time, I was pretty much done with organized, man-made religions.

 

Leaving much of that behind, I became acquainted with yoga, metaphysics, and parapsychology. With the expansion of my spiritual knowledge through an intense study of Eastern religions, transcendental meditation, mind-body connection, and other mental disciplines came understanding and clarification of how Mind, Body, and Spirit operate in our lives—Universal Mind (God, the power), Body (the Christ), and Spirit (the Holy Ghost). This trinity—one mastermind existing in three persons—combine to create the energy through and by which all life is created. The laws outlined in the Bible are immutable, unchangeable universal laws, and are there for our use on this plane.

 

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Further study of how the subconscious works, through dreams and brainwashing, for example, taught me that communication via the subconscious mind (spiritual mind) is made possible by the use of images as opposed to the spoken words of a human language. Pictures are the universal language to communicate from the material to the spiritual plane.  Our subconscious understands our dream images more than mere human words, so these images are filed in our minds forever. 

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YOU DON’T SAY: Grammar that makes me cringe

“You’re only given a little spark of madness. If you lose that, you’re nothing.” – Robin Williams

 

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This is my little spark of madness: My work as a writer and editor demands attention to details, and whether I’m wrong or right, I am teaching grammar to those who—for one reason or another—have missed the grammar train when it stopped at their depot. I missed it the first time, the second time, and a few other times. My mind had retained little of the English lessons I studied in school, and for many years, I didn’t know that I didn’t know. It took the editor of my first published book, many years later, to wake me in time to hop on that train the next time it arrived. She taught me how to edit, to find and correct my mistakes.

 

I don’t recall exactly when it happened, but one day I realized that if I wanted to be a writer, I had to push myself to learn the basics of writing—grammar, sentence structure, punctuation, spelling, the works—because without it, I was nothing. I never considered taking a writing course, because I’m a trial and error learner. And even now, if I’m not quite sure of something, I absolutely stop what I’m doing and look it up. My little spark of madness has turned into a roaring inferno of pickiness that often gets me in trouble for correcting friends, family, and strangers online. It has become a lesson on how to make enemies and insult friends. But I can’t help it; it’s what I do. And if I’ve learned anything at all these many years of teaching myself, it’s that one must have a desire to learn, the spark that becomes a flame.

 

As one might expect from a grammar fanatic, I’ve been keeping a list of grammar faults that drive me nuts. I don’t know why these words are such a problem for people to remember, but I have a few ideas.

 

Cell phones and other electronic devices make it difficult and time-consuming to proofread and correct our mistakes. Some of us are too busy to care about grammar, and we make excuses. “It’s just Facebook!” we sputter. “It’s Twitter! WTF? Nobody cares about typos anymore!”—never mind they aren’t always accidental typos, but more often a lack of knowledge about correct usage.

 

Some folks do care. People who respect the written word care. We have the technology to send instant messages, but we don’t realize that by doing so, we become teachers whose work others may read and accept as gospel. But we’re all responsible for getting it right, because a simple misspelled word or mislaid phrase can morph into a grammar centipede with many legs—the more we see something written incorrectly, the more we tend to accept it as fact, and given the massive audience of social media, our grammatical sins may then reach out in all directions to enter the minds of those who think they know, but do not, those who probably missed the grammar train time after time after time.

 

I wonder if today’s students simply aren’t taught enough about the basics of grammar. Are teachers spending adequate time drilling the lessons into our children’s heads? The growing opinion seems to be that if we make mistakes, we have machines to fix them. But those machines don’t work by themselves; it takes human minds and hands to operate them.

 

Except for learning to read from the famous Dick and Jane books in first, second, and third grades, I don’t recall studying much else. (This was toward the end of the Great Depression, when some poor children were lucky to see the inside of a school.)

 

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It wasn’t until I was in my teens that I began to take a real interest in my high school English classes. But after I graduated, married, and got busy raising a family, the desire to put those lessons to use was just not there.

 

Then, at some point along the way, I remembered that I had wanted to write. So I wrote some poetry, then a Frankenstein’s monster I proudly called a novel. I found a publisher and sent the “book” out over the transom … and all six pounds of typing paper came back with a very nice rejection letter. What I had produced was badly written. Yet, I didn’t know how bad it was, and I didn’t fully realize the importance of getting it right. I had heard that if you wanted to publish a book, an editor at a publishing house would clean up the mistakes for you. That may have been true at one time, but certainly not when I began writing.

 

I wish I still had that first novel—its title was “Forgive My Ashes,” and a few months after it was rejected, I burned the damn thing one flaming, smoking page after another. It was nine years before I attempted to write another novel, but this time I learned that writing a book is more than just typing page after page of tripe.

 

And speaking of learning the basics of writing in school, I don’t understand how some people can graduate from high school and be admitted to a university without a basic understanding of the rules of grammar. Yet it happens. How do those people even get OUT of high school without knowing, let alone get INTO schools of higher learning and eventually graduate still not knowing?

 

I had a friend who worked in a high-powered company, earning good money, but who graduated from college without knowing that grandfather, grandmother, grandchild, for example, are each written as one word. To my friend, they were Grand Father, Grand Mother, Grand Child, etc. There are other examples, but these are enough to send my detail-oriented, OCD-picky author’s brain to a mental institution! Anyone who has ever read a book that mentioned grandparents should have at least learned by osmosis how to spell those familiar words.

 

In my educated but humble opinion, people who make a lot of grammatical errors may not read enough. I have instructed students during school visits to read, read, read! Because by reading, one gets automatic lessons in writing, sentence structure, plotting, punctuation, and spelling. Whether they realize it or not, they are learning by repetition; by seeing the written words enough times that it automatically soaks into their mind.

 

Grammatical blunders seemed to have increased after word processors came into common use. Typing on a word processor at 120 wpm allows us to type errors faster than we can spot them. And when we read from a screen, our eyes tend to zip ahead and we often fail to catch those mistakes. Spellcheckers are a big help, but only if one actually bothers to use them. Even so, they can’t catch everything. On the other hand, writing our stories on a pad of paper forces us to pay attention due to strong eye, hand, and mind connections.

 

Here is a short list of hair-pulling grammatical sins that make me cringe:

 

Wrong: If we would have been asked, or if we would have gone.

Correct: If we had been asked. If we had gone.

 

Wrong: I would of gone with him.

Correct: I would’ve gone with him.

Would’ve is the contraction for would have, but to our ears it sounds like would of.

 

Wrong: Noone (OMG, I hate this one!)

Correct: No one is two words.

Users may assume this odd word is like anyone or someone, so surely it must be noone.

 

Wrong: Will you go with? May I come with? Etc.

Correct: Will you go with me? You may come with me.

With whom? I always ask myself. This is an incomplete sentence commonly used in Wisconsin, and maybe other places I’m not aware of.

 

Wrong: I have less clothes than Mary.

Correct: No, you have fewer clothes than Mary.

The simple rule is to use less for singular nouns and fewer for plural nouns. The Chicago Manual of Style recommends using the “singular or plural” framework. (For lack of a better example, Cindy pays less rent for her apartment and she has fewer visitors.)

 

Wrong: He graduated college. (No no no, he did not graduate college!)

Correct: He graduated from college.

The verb graduate means to raise gradually by degrees or stages. If you graduated college, you raised the building, not yourself.

 

Wrong: He has alot of friends.

Correct: (Two words.) He has a lot of friends.

May be confused with allot or allotment, which means to give something to somebody as a share of what’s available or what has to be done.

 

Wrong: She stood at the podium.

Correct: She stood at the lectern.

A lectern is a reading stand and a podium is a stage or platform. Thus, a lectern stands on a podium and the reader stands behind the lectern to read or speak.

 

Wrong: Now and again.

Correct: Now and then.

These examples are sometimes used both ways, but generally they mean from time to time; once in a while; occasionally. Now and then we go off to the country.

 

Wrong: Hun or Hunny

Correct: Honey or Hon (a term of endearment)

I am not a Hun. A Hun is a member of a warlike Asiatic nomadic people who invaded and ravaged Europe in the 4th–5th centuries: derogatory, informal, slang, a reckless or uncivilized destroyer. https://en.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/Hun

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Namaste!

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ESP & ME: The Beginning

In the late 1960s, I read Harold Sherman’s book How to Make ESP Work for You. The subject fascinated me, because my German grandmother had read palms, wished warts away, and had strange premonitions.
One evening, she claimed to have seen Jesus standing in her kitchen saying that her baby grandson (my oldest sibling) would pass away the next day. The brother I never knew had been sick with pneumonia, and when his condition worsened, he passed on just as Grandma had been told.
Another time, Grandma removed a huge, painful wart from my left palm. I lived at her house at the time and was getting ready to wash the dishes. I told her I couldn’t find the dishrag, and she said, “Just get a clean one.” When I finished the task and dried my hands, I saw that the wart was gone—the skin on my palm was fresh and smooth, with no trace of a growth.
I ran to show Grandma, and she laughed. “That’s because I hid the dishrag, Bonnie!” And she showed me where she had hidden it underneath the kitchen sink. Beyond that, I don’t know how she worked her mental hocus-pocus. But it had worked; I saw proof, and she acted like wishing warts away was as common as washing dishes. If she were alive today, I would ask her how it was done. But when you’re ten years old, you accept what you see as fact.
My paternal grandparents and their children were also psychic, whether they knew it at the time or not. If they did realize it, they would never have admitted it, being God-fearing religious folks who believed dabbling in the occult was a sin. I was three years old when my father passed away, but have some hazy memories of that day. I still see the old house we lived in and the bedroom where he died.
That day, Daddy came home from work about noon and told Mom he was going to lie down for a little while. He had a headache, and would she call him when lunch was ready. He specifically asked her to make some “pap”—a hot chocolate pudding we often had for breakfast if there were enough eggs and milk. Oddly, at some point before he lay down, he had changed from his carpenter overalls into his best and only suit reserved for special occasions. He was a simple man who was more comfortable in overalls and flat caps; he never dressed up unless he absolutely had to.
When Mom came to the bedroom to tell him lunch was ready, Dad was just taking his last breath. My mother told us later that she saw an angel (or someone dressed in white), sitting on the foot of his bed. Before it vanished, the apparition told her that Dad was now at peace.
About the same time, three of Dad’s sisters were shopping in Kansas City, twelve miles away, when one of my aunts claimed she saw her brother standing in a store window. She told the others something was wrong back home and they should return immediately. But they arrived too late to say good-bye. I believe my dad left his body at the last and, thinking of his loving sisters, was instantly taken to them.
I grew up having strange and apparently magical things happen to me, including an out-of-body experience at age eight when having my tonsils removed. For many years, I believed that experience had been a lucid dream. Although most dreams fade with time, this experience is still sharp and clear today. It wasn’t until I grew up and I read about astral  projection that I came to realize I’d actually experienced such as a child. Indeed, it was  almost identical to those others have reported—a sense of moving through a dark tunnel, slipping through a wall, and awakening to a live scene.
Seventy-five years ago, patients were often administered the nasty-tasting drug ether to put them under before surgery. After my dose, the last thing I remember before falling asleep was gagging on the horrible stuff and a nurse telling me to count to ten …
Suddenly, I became aware of rising rapidly in what appeared to be an elevator—but it was only my body rising, not the elevator itself! I noticed a ceiling above me and felt certain the scary trip would end when I reached it. However, I did not stop, but passed painlessly through an apparently solid barrier … and the next thing I knew, I was somewhere overhead looking down at myself on the operating table. Doctors and nurses worked below; they wore face masks and were dressed in green scrubs.
I have never been a stranger to psychic phenomena. But my mind was challenged when I picked up Sherman’s book on ESP. Here was something I could relate to, and after studying the book and experimenting with the lessons, my own extra sensory phenomena kicked in dramatically, especially after I began meditating.
The strange concept of out-of-body travel had caught my attention, along with a strong  desire to learn telepathy and psychic (or spiritual) healing. I practiced lessons pertaining to both and experienced phenomena I believed was real, but which I could not prove. Psychic phenomena cannot yet be examined in a science lab, although some scientists are inquiring into the possibilities and uses of the various types of extra sensory perception. Strangely enough, since becoming involved with that specific healing discipline, certain people have entered my life needing help in one form or another. I do not call myself a spiritual healer, but perhaps I’m somehow being used in that capacity.
While living in Michigan in the 1970s, I received phone calls from two former mental patients who decided I was their therapist. I discovered there was indeed a therapist with my name listed in the phone directory, but try as I might, I could not convince the callers I wasn’t that person. So I let them pour out their problems: I gave no advice, and I don’t know if my listening helped them, but I hope they found some relief just by talking.
This is just a little of my background. I could—and probably will at some point—relate some of my other psychic experiences on this blog.
A few days ago, I came across an interesting article about healing yourself with mental energy and think it’s very appropriate, considering our currently high medical and drug costs.
http://www.enlightened-consciousness.com/how-to-heal-yourself-by-talking-to-your-body/
Thank you for visiting. Please follow my new blog, because you never know when I might get the urge to write another post.
Peace and love to all.
Namaste!

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First blog post

bonnieturnerauthorphoto-1989-sm Bonnie Turner

Welcome to my home away from home, which I hope you’ll find entertaining, educational, and spiritually uplifting. On these pages, you will find my personal thoughts and ideas, my philosophy of life, my published books, and information about my editorial services.
I am an author, an experienced proofreader and copy editor for hire, and have researched and practiced metaphysics and yoga for more than forty years. Feel free to leave a comment. I can’t promise a reply to all comments, but will try. And since writers are usually busy working on a book, I also can’t promise to write blog entries as often as I should, but again, I’ll try.

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MY FAVORITE QUOTES
Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated failures. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.” ~ Calvin Coolidge
Whatever the mind of man can see and believe, can be achieved.” ~ Napoleon HIll, Author
LIKE *always* attracts LIKE in the realm of Mind” ~ Harold Sherman, ESP researcher/writer/lecturer

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RECOMMENDED READING
Think and Grow Rich, by Napoleon Hill
The Magic of Believing, by Claude A. Bristol