The Deaths in 2014 site lists under November 22nd:
To begin with, on November 22nd, the same day that Art Quirk died, my partner and I visited with my mother who is in a Hospital about 300 km away. Since November 23rd is her birthday we decided to celebrate it with her, a day early. At this point, I need to give a little background information:
My mother who enjoyed painting/art for the better part of her 85 years, had suddenly stopped, and not only that, she asked that I take away her art supplies. We couldn't understand why, butt then one day my brother received a fax from the new owner of the Senior Home where my mother has lived for the past 10 years. In the email the owner stated that our mothers room was too cluttered with art/supplies and could we please talk to her about having us take much of it away. I wrote an email back to say that my mothers room is always well organized and when she's not painting she keeps her supplies stored in a plastic bin on wheels that's designed to go under her bed, and essentially saying that I found her request intrusive and so I would not be approaching my mother to take away items that she is so passionate about and has been for the greater part of her 85 years!! And on the contrary I asked that she/the owner, reconsider her request and as well to counsel her staff so that they encourage my mother to get back into her art so that she doesn't feel as though she's a burden-- keeping a cluttered room that's hard to clean?! This was not the only problem that we had with the Home.
At about the same time, my mother began to decline rapidly, and all she would do is sleep. Finally she became so weak that she had a bad fall and wound up in the hospital with the Home telling us to "pack up her things because she can no longer stay at the Home" (what a relief).
And so because I believe that my mother is possibly suffering from a deep depression, I mention in a letter/fax to the resident Psychiatrist who has taken her case, the circumstances behind why she may be depressed and I mentioned the episode with her no longer wanting to paint and the request of the Home's Owner/Facilitator (among other things).
Now that my mother has been in the hospital for around 2 weeks, she is slowly regaining her strength, and much to my surprise when visiting her on November 22nd was that her nurse approached me to say that when she read my letter/fax that was in my mothers file, so she took it upon herself to encourage my mother to draw, giving her a pencil and piece of paper. When the nurse returned after a time, my mother presented her with the drawing of a quirky/cartoon person sporting a very big smile, juggling 4 items (what looked to be three balls and a star... my partner thinks it looks like a bird). Needless to say I jumped for joy!!
So there you have it -- a little "Art Quirk", which now brings me to the grave reality: that Art Quirk's death had been "timely", meaning that it was influenced by his inner twin and/or the inner twin world ... as was my mother's "timely" art and the encouraging nurse, all factors that came together in an episode that appears to be "coincidence" or "synchronicity", butt in fact are what I refer to as "pattern-clusters" -- staged events that are influenced by the inner twin world for their great cause/mandate of "coming out" and "communicating" to us outer twin's in our outer parallel world.
This isn't the first time that my mother produced an "Art Quirk", note the following excerpt from my July 13, 2009 post (on my birthday), found in my Toumai Blog entitled, Mirror in the Sky What is Love?:
Art Quirk, 76, American baseball player (Baltimore Orioles, Washington Senators)His name stands out to me personally for a "quirky" reason, one that will take a little explaining:
To begin with, on November 22nd, the same day that Art Quirk died, my partner and I visited with my mother who is in a Hospital about 300 km away. Since November 23rd is her birthday we decided to celebrate it with her, a day early. At this point, I need to give a little background information:
My mother who enjoyed painting/art for the better part of her 85 years, had suddenly stopped, and not only that, she asked that I take away her art supplies. We couldn't understand why, butt then one day my brother received a fax from the new owner of the Senior Home where my mother has lived for the past 10 years. In the email the owner stated that our mothers room was too cluttered with art/supplies and could we please talk to her about having us take much of it away. I wrote an email back to say that my mothers room is always well organized and when she's not painting she keeps her supplies stored in a plastic bin on wheels that's designed to go under her bed, and essentially saying that I found her request intrusive and so I would not be approaching my mother to take away items that she is so passionate about and has been for the greater part of her 85 years!! And on the contrary I asked that she/the owner, reconsider her request and as well to counsel her staff so that they encourage my mother to get back into her art so that she doesn't feel as though she's a burden-- keeping a cluttered room that's hard to clean?! This was not the only problem that we had with the Home.
At about the same time, my mother began to decline rapidly, and all she would do is sleep. Finally she became so weak that she had a bad fall and wound up in the hospital with the Home telling us to "pack up her things because she can no longer stay at the Home" (what a relief).
And so because I believe that my mother is possibly suffering from a deep depression, I mention in a letter/fax to the resident Psychiatrist who has taken her case, the circumstances behind why she may be depressed and I mentioned the episode with her no longer wanting to paint and the request of the Home's Owner/Facilitator (among other things).
Now that my mother has been in the hospital for around 2 weeks, she is slowly regaining her strength, and much to my surprise when visiting her on November 22nd was that her nurse approached me to say that when she read my letter/fax that was in my mothers file, so she took it upon herself to encourage my mother to draw, giving her a pencil and piece of paper. When the nurse returned after a time, my mother presented her with the drawing of a quirky/cartoon person sporting a very big smile, juggling 4 items (what looked to be three balls and a star... my partner thinks it looks like a bird). Needless to say I jumped for joy!!
So there you have it -- a little "Art Quirk", which now brings me to the grave reality: that Art Quirk's death had been "timely", meaning that it was influenced by his inner twin and/or the inner twin world ... as was my mother's "timely" art and the encouraging nurse, all factors that came together in an episode that appears to be "coincidence" or "synchronicity", butt in fact are what I refer to as "pattern-clusters" -- staged events that are influenced by the inner twin world for their great cause/mandate of "coming out" and "communicating" to us outer twin's in our outer parallel world.
This isn't the first time that my mother produced an "Art Quirk", note the following excerpt from my July 13, 2009 post (on my birthday), found in my Toumai Blog entitled, Mirror in the Sky What is Love?:
It was 1986, 23 years, a span of time that feels like another lifetime. My children and I had just settled in our new home in the remote village of Tatamagouche (Mi'kmaw, meaning "where the two rivers meet"). This would be the place where we would go to heal after a tough previous two years as a single parent.
My daughter Erin who was 5 years old at the time, was laying on the couch when she said to me, "mommy, there's a girl sucking her thumb in Grammy's painting". The painting pictured above was one of the few possessions that I had at the time, the only one that I had kept of the many that my mother had created over the years. It was one of the last that she would paint before she had fallen ill. When I was 8-9 years old my mom would seek help for depression... an unfortunate mistake that would lead to valium and hopeless addiction. After that, I would lose my mom pretty much until I was 22, at which time a new Psychiatrist at the hospital would send her to detox where she would be set free from the drug and come back to the world and to her family.
The other picture shows the portion of the painting that Erin had referred to-- "see mommy," I can still see her little finger tracing out the image over the painting "see there in the mountain, there's her hair, eyes... and look, she's sucking her thumb!".
I have accentuated the image by tracing on a plastic sheet over the painting. From the depth of my being, I know that this painting reflects my mothers inner turmoil at this time. The fact that my daughter at 5 years of age discovered this 'hidden message' is quite astounding as well-- says alot about the inner connections of our psyche... especially the young unbroken spirits.
My mother ... some deep inner part had sacrificed herself. She purposely took herself out of the picture, removed herself from her children's lives-- three of whom were daughters.
My mother did not know any other way to battle the abuses toward her person, abuses that happen not only to her, but to all women. Please do not get me wrong as I make this statement, I do not see this only as what men do to women, but what women do to women as well... breaking the spirits of our daughters. Our early customs: the Europeans for their rib crushing corsets and Chinese for their binding of feet pales in comparison to what has been done to the spirit of little girls and women the world over.
My mother saw no other way through the muddle of all that she was taught and led to believe from the moment her life began... so she did the only thing she could... what she could to break the cycle. She left us its true... but she left behind a message of hope and a legacy of undying love.
With this said, I too have and will continue to step out of line! On the heels of my mother, I take the ball further ... and with every step, I expect the whipping. And it is brutal. But I do this... push on... progress, for my daugter's sake... for my son's sake... for freedom's sake... because no one is free untill all are free!!
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