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An Evening With Theresa Caputo (The Long Island Medium)


Despite the evening’s uncomfortable heat, Theresa’s show was an unforgettable and fun experience!

Well, I can’t say enough how GREAT the show was! Despite some serious issues with the venue, Theresa was “spot-on” and I have a whole new respect for her and her work! The show was held in an outdoor concert-type venue at a the Thunder Valley Casino (a Native American-run casino). Unfortunately, the venue itself was quite poor (this made even worse by the weather). There was a crowd of about 5,000 folks at the sold-out show–and for the minimum ticket price of about $70.00, we were sitting on aluminum bleachers (about the most uncomfortable seating arrangements possible). Even the higher-priced ticket holders were seated on ordinary folding chairs!

My family and I arrived several hours early and had planned on relaxing a bit, having a drink and a leisurely dinner, then enjoying the show but, alas, that was not to be. The casino was huge and positively PACKED with people. It was polluted with second-hand cigarette smoke (you couldn’t avoid it–even outside), and there were hour-long waits just to get a table at one of only a few extremely over-priced restaurants on-site. Out of desperation, we stood in line for a half-hour in their “fast-food court”, couldn’t find a table, and half our party (including me) had to stand while eating our micro-waved personal pizzas.

Since we couldn’t find any place to have an “adult beverage” and sit or relax, we went outside (in nearly 100-degree heat) to stand in line and wait for the amphitheater to open. The wind coming off the parking lot was like a blast-furnace! After standing in the sun for nearly 45 minutes, they finally opened the gates and everyone filtered in. They had obviously over-booked the facility, because the bleachers were full–and people kept streaming in and squeezing in anywhere they could possibly fit. Fortunately, by the time we found seats, the sun had started to set and the bleachers were in the shade. Despite a (thankfully) cool breeze that kicked in, at least two people keeled over during the show and had to be taken away by ambulance.

When the show started (30 minutes AFTER the scheduled 7:30 start), Theresa finally made her appearance. She was HILARIOUS! Some parts of her show might not be appreciated by those who are offended by foul language–as she let out several “F-bombs” and a string of “sh&ts” in the first five minutes! By her own admission, she “cusses like a sailor”…but if one can find their way past that (or appreciates that kind of frankness as I do), the show is awesome! During the show, Theresa poked fun with some of the “spirits” who came through and their loved ones, complained good-naturedly about the California mosquitos (including one that “bit her on her a$$–even through her Spanx), and the nearly unbearable heat.  Theresa’s sparkling personality and uniquely high-pitched giggles had everyone charmed from the first moment she appeared.

Apparently, this was Theresa’s first group reading with such a large crowd–and my wife and I were wondering how on earth she would be able to channel with over 5,000 people (and their “spiritual entourages”) present. But she stepped down from the stage and worked her way around the aisles like the pro that she is. The audio was great and we could not only see Theresa and the camera crew making their way around in person (albeit at a distance)–we could also see her and the people for whom she was reading quite well on the large screens behind the stage. Despite her funny comments to the contrary (about her “a$$” appearing much too big on the wide screen), Theresa looked great in a simple, but elegant black dress and sparkling silver shoes.

Just as she does on her TV show, as she made her way around the crowd she’d feel drawn to one or two nearby folks, connect to and communicate with Spirit, convey many healing messages from those “on the other side”, and had many of those for whom she channeled (and much of the audience too) in tears. One man, who had apparently lost his son in an accident (and whose own life was spared in the same accident) had come to the show as a skeptic–and as one who obviously carried a great deal of guilt and anger. It was readily apparent however, that by the time Theresa and his son’s spirit were through with him, he was in an entirely new place. You could see his emotional reaction on the screen and almost feel his relief as Theresa gave him a big (and self-admitted “sweaty”) hug for his son’s spirit.  I was actually amazed at how she and these messages could connect with even those at the fringes of the crowd. I’m pretty sure that, by the end of the night, there wasn’t one person who hadn’t experienced at least one sniffle-inducing, throat-catching, or misty-eyed moment. In fact, I’m pretty sure my sister-in-law went through at least one package of disposable tissues!

There were quite a few other funny moments in the show that I really appreciated–and to me, they only reinforced that Theresa is the genuine article. She’s clearly a caring, loving person, with an amazing gift…and I’m so glad she’s chosen to share it. In one funny moment, someone made a comment about her fingernails. She mentioned how some people actually seem offended by them, then started rubbing and scratching one of the audience members’ back with them. She joked about how great they are for scratching peoples’ backs and expressed disappointment that no one was scratching hers. The audience erupted in laughter when a nearby gentleman eagerly stood up and, a bit too quickly, offered to do it.

Another hilarious moment happened when a kind lady noticed how Theresa seemed to be tiring a bit in the heat. She offered her seat to Theresa during the reading, but instead, Theresa settled herself down on this kind soul’s lap and joked about how comfortable it was. Then she asked the woman if the bottled water next to the seat was hers. When the woman replied that it was, Theresa unceremoniously helped herself and drank half of it. Then she made some more humorous comments–and nearly drained the rest of the bottle! While the actions may seem a bit “cheeky” to some, it all seemed perfectly natural and only helped endear her, almost as family, to the crowd.

Despite the distractions from the incredibly uncomfortable seating (and the frequent sound of plastic water bottles falling to the ground from the high bleachers), the show was WONDERFUL. Theresa’s quirky sense of humor and her heartfelt communications made the time go by quickly. While I may never again go to this venue, if I have another opportunity to see Theresa in person in a more intimate or comfortable setting, I’ll go in a heartbeat!

Theresa and Spirit–YOU ROCK!!!

Love Always,

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Remembering Infinity: Thank You!


Thank you to all my readers!

   Thanks so very much to all of you!

Upon my return from a recent “break” from writing, I was amazed to discover that my one-year anniversary with WordPress had come and gone.   I could hardly believe that much time had passed since I had written my first post!  As I looked back on that time, it occurred to me how much my life had changed for the better.  I felt extremely humbled and grateful for these changes—and indeed, for all of you.  For you are the ones who have made this experience possible and I consider you all to be a part of my “online family”.

Several years ago, when I began my search for “eternal” Truth in earnest,  I often thought about many of my loved ones who had passed away—grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends.  It seemed that with nearly every new discovery I made, I’d recall one of them and wish they were still here in physical form.  I missed being able to call, drop by, or take some time over lunch just to talk with them about all the wonderful things I was learning.  I desperately missed having the opportunity to sound them out—to find out what they thought about things.  It also struck me as being quite sad that so many of the past stories, ideas, and observations they once shared with me were already lost to the ravages of time and my fallible, human memory.

It was then that I began to write what I thought would be a collection of my own thoughts, experiences, and suggestions for living.  My intent was to one day share these with my son, perhaps in book form, so he’d have some remembrance—something that he and perhaps even his children could hold in their hands.  Something so they could read what I had experienced or pondered and written in my own words.

It never occurred to me that such thoughts might have a broader appeal or generate any interest at all from anyone outside my family, until an online acquaintance commented that she greatly appreciated a number of thoughts I had expressed in some emails.  She suggested that I share them with others by starting my own blog.  Since I had been following a number of websites and blogs myself, the concept wasn’t exactly foreign to me—but I hadn’t given much thought to developing one of my own.

As with most other things, once I decided to give “blogging” a try, I dove headlong into the project.  I was amazed at how quickly things seemed to come together—the theme, the focus, the graphics, and my overall vision for what I hoped to accomplish.  I was doubly amazed at the wonderful response and outpouring of encouragement and support I received from so many others—people I didn’t even know!  In the brief period since July of 2014, I’m so pleased to find that I’ve not simply attracted folks who are interested in my writing, I’ve actually made friends.

This morning it occurred to me that I should do something to commemorate the first anniversary of my blog.  So today I wanted to thank you, each and every one of you, for visiting, sharing your very kind words of encouragement, your ratings, “follows”, and “likes”—and most especially for sharing a part of your life with me.  I’m deeply honored and grateful that you’ve decided to spend some of your valuable time here.

As we move on to a new year here at Remembering Infinity, please know that I intend only the very best for each of you and that I deeply appreciate and look forward to your continued sharing.  May you find all the Peace, Love, and Light your heart can hold—and as we move along Life’s path together, know that I am always right there with you in Spirit, every step of the way!

With Love,

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PS:  And to my wonderful soul friend Grace (from Amethyst Road and The Earth Plan) who convinced me to give this “blog thing” a try, from the bottom of heart I offer you my most profound gratitude.  This post is especially for you!

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Remembering Infinity: “Stealth” Rainbows


I like to think of those brilliant and surprising patches of color in the sky as “stealth” rainbows.

I like to think of those brilliant and surprising patches of color in the sky as “stealth” rainbows.

I suppose I’ve always been a bit of a sky watcher at heart (and a “Stargazer” as my pen name suggests). As such, throughout my day I frequently catch my thoughts—and attention drifting skyward. Before I know it, I find myself admiring the lazy circles of a hawk in flight, billowing cloud castles, or the golden rays of sunshine streaking through the firmament.

My wife apparently knows this quite well, for several weeks ago I was supposed to meet her for an appointment after work.  The sky was absolutely gorgeous as I left—and I was so captivated by the shifting light and clouds that I completely forgot I was supposed to be somewhere.  I drove up to a nearby park to shoot some photos and wasn’t reminded of my prior obligation until my phone “blew up” with text messages wondering where I had gone.  When I finally arrived, quite late for the meeting and profuse with apologies, my wife lightheartedly accused me of “chasing rainbows and moonbeams”.  I’m very grateful that she and our tax preparer have such a forgiving nature—and a cheerful sense of humor!

It’s strange, but I have been noticing a lot of rainbows lately—and not the usual kinds, either. I certainly expect to see these brilliant arcs of color on rainy days or in some settings, such as Hawai’i, where water and light frolic among the clouds and waterfalls. But in the relatively dry climate where I live, rainbows are a typically rare occurrence. In the past few months however, I’ve been seeing what I like to think of as “stealth” rainbows—and I don’t recall seeing these much, if at all, before. I’ll be going about, ostensibly minding my own business, and I’ll suddenly glance up to see a brilliant patch of shimmering color all by itself in the sky!  Sometimes they’re subtle, but other times the colors just seem to jump out at me from nowhere—like the ones in the accompanying photo. I was actually on my way to work one morning when I saw this amazing streak of color. I was so impressed I just had to pull over, grab my camera, and snap its picture.

Since then it seems, I’ve seen dozens of these sneaky little critters. I’ve seen them in the morning, in the afternoon, at sunset—and sometimes even at night, when they seem to shimmer and dance around a full moon.  No matter where or when I see them, they’re all breathtakingly beautiful. Personally, I love the whimsical idea that rainbows are sylphs, or nymph-like, living beings that inhabit the Earth’s atmosphere.

Each time I see one, I’m reminded of the story of Noah’s Ark, in which God is said to have created the rainbow as a sign of His covenant with all living creatures.  At that time, so the story goes, He promised that He would never again destroy the Earth by flood. Even though I no longer believe in the angry, vengeful God of the Old Testament, I do recognize the rainbow as a rare and wonderful gift of Nature and All That Is. Rainbows are presents of light and color, where each wonderful hue is individually represented and expressed—yet all blend together to form one brilliant masterpiece. I see rainbows as signs, symbols, and reminders of the loving bridge that connects us all with one another and with Source. It reminds me that we are eternally One in essence and in spirit.

About the same time I began seeing these wonderful signs, I was delighted to learn that many others were witnessing them too. Rather synchronistically, several photos of some truly spectacular, rainbow-hued ice halos cropped up on the Internet. One such scene in Red River, New Mexico, was described as having a total of eight different types of atmospheric phenomena present.  Any one of these was, in and of itself, acknowledged by experts as being quite rare. How is it then, that eight could be present, all in the same place and at the same time? The odds of that happening must have been astronomical! I just can’t allow myself to believe that these magnificent, even magical occurrences can be simply explained away as random, pragmatic events. To me, they are all harbingers of a bright and brilliant new time, one in which such glorious beauty will become customary—and it is therefore all the more appreciated.

So the next time you see a rainbow, whether it may be “stealth” or otherwise, why not take a moment to pause and admire its beauty? You might find it more than a bit comforting to consider it, as I do, a gentle reminder that Our Creator loves us all—deeply and unconditionally. Period.

With profound Love and Respect,

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Remembering Infinity: I AM. Are you?


Everything—All That Is, is God!

Everything—All That Is, is God!

I AM. Are You?

Many of the esoteric New Thought teachings from over a century ago speak about the “I AM Presence” and its importance in our spiritual understanding. In their expansive works, pioneering but controversial figures such as Madame Blavatsky, Guy Ballard, and William Walker Atkinson speak of the “Mighty I AM Presence”—that is, the individualized Presence of God that has been physically manifest in the form of every human being.

I know. Huh?   It took awhile before I could wrap my head around and fully accept the idea, but it simply means that we, each and every one of us, are God. We are God in physical form. But so, as I believe, is every star, every tree, every plant, every animal, and every tiny drop of water. As I mentioned in a previous post, “One is an Infinite Number”, we are all equal, interconnected, and interdependent aspects of the same Universal Being.  Therefore, everything—All That Is, is God. I think it’s safe to say that we couldn’t be any closer to Our Creator, even if we tried.

So yes, I AM. And yes, You Are. We all are! God, that is.

And isn’t that just wonderful?

Respectfully,

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Remembering Infinity: One is an Infinite Number


Are we just random individuals floating around the emptiness of space on a big, round, wet rock? Image Credit: NASA

Are we just random individuals floating around the emptiness of space on a big, round, wet rock?
Image Credit: NASA

So, we’ve probably all heard the phrase “We are One” bandied about quite often, particularly where so-called “New Age” thinking and concepts are concerned. But what does that really mean? And, honestly, how is that even possible? After all, I end where my skin ends and you end where your skin ends. If we really were “One”, as so many seem to believe, we’d all have to share the same skin—and wouldn’t that be a circus?

Hmmmmm. That could be viewed as wrong on so many levels—so maybe we’d better set circuses aside for a moment. Now I think most would agree that, with relatively few exceptions, each of us is one, singular being. It’s generally accepted that there’s only one person, one soul, or one personality assigned to each physical body. Most of us would also agree that our physical bodies are made up of a vast collection of cells—all kinds of cells. Blood cells, nerve cells, bone cells, and so many more. If we were to look at each cell as a tiny, individual organism or “being” within your being, then all of them, and you, together, form a single collective being. Right? Right. I guess you’re probably still with me so far, but this may be the point that I begin to lose some of you.

Be that as it may, what if we expand our thinking just a bit and consider our planet, Earth, and her entire ecosystem in much the same way? What if we were to see Earth as a single, collective being—just as we are? If all of us (human beings, that is) and all other living things—trees, plants, and other creatures, are the individual “cells” that make up her physical ecosystems, then our Earth may be easily perceived as a much larger collective being. In other words, Earth is her own living, conscious being—and we are simply a part of her.

Many ancient religions and esoteric beliefs teach the axiom, “As above, so below”. This simply means that the same principles apply as much on the grander scale as they do on the smaller. If we follow this template, we may expand our line of thinking to include planetary and solar systems, galaxies, universes, and beyond. And, since we’ve considered the macrocosm (all the beings larger than us) we must also consider the microcosm—that is, all beings that are much smaller than us. These would include cells, molecules, atoms, and the tiniest quantum particles of course—as well as unseen energetic forces.

Once we begin perceiving all things as being equal, interconnected, and interdependent aspects of the same Universal Being, the answer seems quite obvious to me. We aren’t just random individuals floating around the emptiness of space on a big, round, wet rock. We are all, big and small, a part of One Infinite Being.

I would even go so far as to suggest that, once we are all able to truly see one another as One, then maybe—just maybe, we may begin accepting and loving one another more. Perhaps this is the very idea we need to embrace in order to begin healing ourselves, our species, and our world. And isn’t that a wonderful vision for the future?

Respectfully,

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Remembering Infinity: What’s Your Recipe?


“There’s just something about soup that’s good for the soul!”

Grandma would always say, “There’s just something about soup that’s good for the soul!”

I love soups—all kinds of soups. They can be chicken, beef, clam, bean, rice, or vegetable.  It doesn’t matter to me if they’re bisques, creams, gumbos, stews, or chowders. They’re all great! And isn’t there just something wonderful about the atmosphere of a home when there’s a big pot of soup simmering away on the stove?

I have many fond memories of being at my grandmother’s house when she would suddenly be struck by what she would call the “soup bug”. It would usually be a dreary, drizzly day—and she’d suddenly announce that we’d be taking a “hike” to the store to pick up a few things. She’d put on her long, black coat, touch on some lipstick, pat her silver-blonde hair into place and we’d be off. Back then a trip for some groceries was no easy task, for Grandma didn’t drive—and the nearest supermarket was at least a half hour’s walk each way.

Once we arrived, she’d pick out a few things from the shelves, count out the necessary bills and change from her rose-pink coin purse at the register, and we’d make our way back home. When we returned, I’d help her unpack her voluminous satchel—a large see-through plastic affair with giant flowers printed on the side. If she was making bean soup, she’d have white navy beans, onions, and bacon. If it was chicken and dumplings, there’d be chicken, biscuit mix, and peas. And there were always potatoes, cheese, and milk for her mouth-watering, creamy potato soup. Mmm, mmmmmm! It still makes me hungry just thinking about it.

As she’d start getting ready to cook, Grandma would always laugh and say, “There’s just something about soup that’s good for the soul!” I suppose I should mention that this was many years before the series of popular books was written under a similar title. At the time, I was too young to do much except get in her way, so I’d usually just sit at the kitchen table, swinging my legs beneath the chair and munching on saltine crackers while she worked. Grandma would put on her apron and hum, or sometimes even sing quietly to herself as she bustled about the kitchen.

It wasn’t long before the ingredients would start to simmer—and their appetizing aromas would begin to waft through the room. On her breaks between stirrings, tastings, and seasonings, Grandma and I would play games of “Old Maid” with our favorite card set. For those few who might remember them, they were small, pocket-sized cards with pairs of humorous characters printed on them (pictured in the photo above). The “Old Maid” was a rather wild and wacky looking spinster—and any time either one of us would pull her card from the others’ hand, we’d burst into helpless fits of laughter. It would be especially funny when one or the other of us would strategically place the card where the other might pick it—and the plan actually worked!

Finally, when the soup was done, I’d sit at the table with an old tea towel in place as a makeshift bib, breathing in the wonderful aromas and waiting impatiently.  Grandma would bring me a warm bowl full and I’d savor every spoonful–always using a big spoon and some crumbled crackers to make sure I soaked up every last drop. I now realize that Grandma was right. Homemade soup doesn’t just warm your body, it warms your entire being, through and through—because it’s been made with love.

So what does this story—or soup, have to do with spirituality? As I’ve thought about organized religion and how its various forms relate to spirituality, I’ve come to see them as being a bit like the brands of prepared soup one might buy at the store. They’re packaged nicely, they offer some general nutritional value, and I can appreciate their flavor—but they’re not quite the same as a soup that’s been made from scratch in somebody’s home kitchen.

True spirituality, being that deeply personal connection one makes with his or her own Creator, is a lot more like Grandma’s homemade soup. It’s inherently simple, fresh, and savory—so it doesn’t need artificial additives, flavor enhancers, or preservatives. Oh—and there’s one more very important thing. Like all of Grandma’s soups, true spirituality is best—because it’s always made with love!

Respectfully,

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Remembering Infinity: The Illusion


Each of us is a tiny, self-aware “spark” of the One Divine Consciousness and All That Is. (Original image credit: www.defenseimagery.mil)

Each of us is a tiny, self-aware “spark” of the One Divine Consciousness and All That Is.
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I‘ve been giving quite a bit of thought lately to the nature of our reality—and the multitude of possibilities is certainly mind-boggling.  There are countless theories about literally everything under the sun—and despite volumes of material on every last detail, there is very little in the way of proof to support a clear understanding of our true origins, nature, and existence.  The concepts of multiple universes, multiple dimensions, quantum mechanics, extra-terrestrial life, time travel, and the illusory/holographic structure of the universe were all once considered to be in the realm of pure science fiction.  Today however, even mainstream science is beginning to find evidence that these ideas—and many more like them, are not only possible, they may indeed be fact.  I imagine it could take the next ten lifetimes for even the most dedicated of scholars to work their way through all this information—and I wonder if, even then, they could formulate an accurate picture of our nature and existence.

My present understanding is that we are spiritual beings having a physical experience. That is, we are not just the “flesh and blood” physical body that many of us seem to think we are. Despite all the confusion, distractions, and “white noise” of life, something deep inside keeps telling me that this is the key to reaching a true understanding of ourselves.  Our true essence, or consciousness, transcends physicality.  It is infinite.  It is eternal.  The largest part of our consciousness, what many consider to be our soul or “Higher Self”, actually co-exists at a much higher level of awareness than we are capable of perceiving–at least at this stage of our spiritual evolution.  In order to experience life in the physical, learn, and grow, this “Higher Self” created a much smaller “spark” of awareness and allowed it to feel separate from the Whole.  Each of us is such a spark.  Once our sparks became ensconced in a physical body, we simply forgot who and what we truly are.

Many refer to the barrier that keeps us from the fullness of this memory as the “Veil of Forgetfulness”.  Although we may feel physically separate and self-contained in this physical body, we are not—we remain a part of the Whole.  The energetic bonds that connect us are subtle and often difficult for our gross human senses to detect, but they allow us to feel an expanded sense of consciousness during meditation or prayer.  They also allow us to receive guidance or reassurance through both our lower “gut” instincts and our higher, more developed “conscience”.  When our physical bodies die, the limited aspect of consciousness that we perceive as “us” travels back through this barrier and returns to the higher realms of existence.  It is then integrated back into its Higher Self.  Once our consciousness returns to its Source, it gradually regains full knowledge of its true origin, nature, purpose, and identity.  As a result of this journey as “us” in the physical, the Higher Self expands—becoming that much richer and wiser for the experience.  Many so-called Near-Death Experiences (or NDEs) and Quantum Healing Hypnosis Therapy (QHHT) accounts describe this process in great detail and, indeed, many ancient religions embrace this philosophy as well.

After considering these concepts in some depth, it seems clear to me that the reality we are each experiencing now is, as many believe, an illusion.  It’s an illusion because it allows us to feel separate—when we are not.  It’s an illusion that hides from us our true identity, the completeness of our nature, and the fullness of our own experience and knowledge.  It’s an illusion that keeps us from remembering that, at some very high level, far beyond our current ability to comprehend, we—and everything else, are God.  This is the knowledge that’s been hidden from us from the very first moment we experienced this illusion—and it must be this way for, were it not so, how could God possibly experience anything new?  In thinking about the separation process, I realized that we, each and every one of us, are equally responsible—both individually and collectively, for the creation, expansion, and evolution of the entire Universe.  Every experience we have, every possibility we create, and every lesson we learn just adds to the ever-increasing data-stream that creates us and, indeed, All That Is.

Now if that doesn’t blow all the cobwebs out of your thinking cap, I just don’t know what will!

Respectfully,

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