Success and God’s Will

Success and God’s Will

Today I have great news–job offers! hahahah
I enrolled on onlinecasting two days ago and I have two opportunties today.
I affirm God’s good for my life. I am grateful for my part in sending his love into the world and for everyday that I live. I am glad for my laughter and I am estactic about his grace . May your prayers be answered. Shari
Here’s the Daily Word from Unity:
Thursday, April 10, 2014
I affirm the absolute good of God.
The words I speak and write carry energy and power, so I choose them with care and clear purpose. When I speak words that express Truth, I set in motion the energy of prayer. My chosen words are sacred. What I send into the world returns to me multiplied.

I boldly declare my good, speaking in life-affirming ways about myself and others. I live an empowered life of confidence and optimism. God is the only power at work within my mind, soul, and body, and this power is invincible.

My affirmations demonstrate my faith in the absolute good of God. I speak with certainty, clarity, and positive expectation.

So shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose.—Isaiah 55:11

Preamble to the Unity Daily Word:Consciousness

Consciousness in My Sleep

This morning I woke up crying. I had had a dream that a little child was being threatened by a mean man and the child could be killed. I heard the child’s voice say, “Please Mr. I didn’t do nothing to you.” Then I awoke. Before the twin towers came down, the day before I found mysself crying like one in grief for no reason. I later realized I was tuned in to the imminent tragic bombing of the World Trade Center. In a few nights recently I have awaken under duress. I am starting to think I wander into the future and hover around, picking up bits and pieces of unfolding things. Sometimes I find yself fighting for the rights of others;sometimes, I am giving somebody the riot act for their part in injustice. I seem to be some crusader and fierce advocate. Some nights I even fall out of the bed or strike out and yell at my detractors. It’s deep.
I understand my gift of foresight best when I am awake, but I begin to wonder now if I am a sleeping prophet and if I ought to see if I can work with others in my sleep to effect wellness. Got any ideas? Here’s your Daily Word

Wednesday, April 9, 2014
I see the dawn of a new day.
My life is a reflection of my consciousness. If I am feeling unhappy with my circumstances, I don’t linger in disappointment or discouragement, but rather I rejoice in the discovery that I can change my life by shifting my consciousness. If I don’t like the film that is playing, I can change the reel!

To shift my consciousness, I examine my beliefs. Do I believe I am deserving and loved? Do I believe I am one with God? I discard any unsupportive self-talk and affirm: I deserve all the good God has for me. I am whole, confident, and strong through the power of God within me. I repeat this practice until my consciousness shifts and I see the dawn of a new day.

I pray that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ … may give you a spirit of wisdom and revelation as you come to know…

Copenhagen Zoo and the Destiny of Mother Nature

Copenhagen Zoo and the Destiny of Mother Nature

You may have heard of the bruhahah over the culling of a young giraffe at the Copenhagen zoo some weeks ago. You may have heard how people condemned the zoo-keepers for what appeared to be a brutal, insenstivie further act–that of giving the dead giraffe’s body to several lions to eat. The worst was that incidental children and unsuspecting adults were made unwitting witnesses to the autopsy of the giraffe and the lions’ feast later. I was one of the people outraged by the whole thing. I signed the online petitition and railed online against the apparent callousness of the entire decision by the zoo-keepers. I am still not over the shock, but it has been revealed that many zoos, under the unction of a world zoo organization take such actions to reduce their herds of aging, unblendable, or sick animals. I do not believe I have ever thought about what happens to excess, ill, or otherwise unkeepable animals. But I still do not like the idea of just killing them, humanely or not.

Last week, for good reason approved by a governing zoological-keepers organization, the Copenhagen zoo killed several of the lions that had eaten the dead giraffee. The beat goes on. And I kid you not. Today ,I went to the Copenhagen zoo with my Danish class. We students were to have written a piece in Danish about an animal of our choice. We were to give that report on camera in front of our classmates. I wrote about the elephant. Oddly enough, I was less cross about the infamous zoo decisions as I wandered from exhibition to exhibition. I love animals. They have so much to teach us. But I was given a shock when I saw a decapitated head of a horse being eaten by a scavenging bird that flew in from elsewhere. It occurred to me that this is the way of life in the wild and the zoo cannot change the intent of nature to feed itself.

But I think now, animals have no place in zoos. No matter how generous the space or appropriate to their environment, at the end of the day, they cannot roam free as they do in the wild, taking their chances and flowing with nature as it dictates. The giraffe, the elephant, the tiger, the bear, the leopard, the camel, these are peripathetic animals. Our efforts to preserve them for our education and to conserve their existence just denies them the destiny of Mother Nature. Seals, hippopatomus, otters, sharks and snakes need the far flowing waters to exercise of their impulses. It hurts me as a living being to think of having my life circumscribed in such a way. Remember the fb photo of the little African girl child in a zoo stall being feed treats by a not-of-color crowd as if she were a little monkey? That reaches down into me and stirs my fundamental passion against racial superiorities and for soul born freedom. It so rankles me that it fires my Voice. Hence this speil. I forgive the zoo. I forgive all zoos and zoo-keepers. But I think I am done with them for this lifetime. I cannot support the limitations of the animals nor the certified practices of the zoo-keepers world wide. This, I believe to be my Guidance for today. Here’s the Daily Word:

Thursday, April 3, 2014
I claim the wisdom of divine guidance.
If I lose my way while traveling, I stop to get my bearings. Likewise, on my journey through life, if I stumble or feel uncertain, I pause to re-center myself. I do not allow fear or anxiety to take over my thoughts. With each calming breath, I claim the wisdom of divine guidance, always available in that peaceful place within.

As I breathe, I release thoughts that I may be lacking anything necessary for my good. I affirm: As I let go of the tension of uncertainty, I claim the wisdom of God’s guidance. Nothing is more powerful than Divine Mind. I am one with its infinite wisdom.

As I speak these words of Truth in prayer, I open the way for the guidance I seek.

Your words have supported those who were stumbling, and you have made firm the feeble knees.—Job 4:4


By the way here’s what I wrote about the elephant–elementary–my dears–elementary



Elefanten kommer fra prehistorisk tid. De er storste dyr i hele verden.

De kommer fra Saharan-Afrika, Syd Asien og Sydoest Asien.

De kan blive 4 m høj og veje 7000 kg.

Elefanten har et unik ansigt, ører, og krop. Deres ansigt har en lang snabel. De bruger den til at drikker, og hente, og vejrtraekning. Deres ører er også store .De bruger ørerne til at afkøle kroppen.

Elefanten fra Afrika har store ører  og konkav ryge.  Men den asiatiske elefant har små ører og  en flad ryg.

Elefanten spiser blade, og grene og salt. De bliver nær vandet. De elsker vand fordi  deres skind er meget følsom.

Elefanten lever ikke  sammen han og hun. Moren er “cows”. Faren er ”bulls”. Gruppen er ledet af en kvinde. Hun hedder den ”matriarch.” Normalt,  er hun den ældste.

Elefanten kan leve op til  70 år i det vilde. De kommunikere med berøring, syn, lugt, og lyde;

Elefanten er intelligent. De taenker,og elsker familien, og andre elefanten.

De er kendt for at huske, og skubbe ting, og elsker deres unger og ældre.

Den Afrikanske elefant er truet paa grund af  ivory trade. De er draebt for deres stood taender (ivory tusks). Deres levested er også i fare.

UNDERSTANDING YOUR DREAMS Norregade 41 Sal 1 1165 KBH “K” Denmark A 3 hour powerpoint workshop to learn how to understand your dreams, read your own dream symbology, and track the kinds and messages of your dreams. [Materials provided.Bring your own dreams.Includes refreshments and breaks.] Cost 450dkk preregistration required. On or before March 22 Hurry mximimum 35 persons. 50563717 Shariananda


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Cost 450dkk

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Notes on Daily Life in Denmark–by SDiane Adamz-Bogus a.k.a Shariananda

May 21, 2013      “Each one, pick-up One”


People often ask me what is it like in Denmark? I take that to mean how is it distinct from life  in the USA or where ever that inquirer lives. I can begin to answer by saying it is like most modern cities with busy streets of traffic and many people moving  through thronging crowds. It has its street people beggars, and it’s enterprising polse stands, which are hot dogs in fat and skinny varieties,some in buns some not. It has stores and shoppers, and banks and corporate presence, such as 7-11 franchises, McDonald’s, IKEA, and Burger King. Fact is, if no one told me, I was in Denmark but left me standing on a city street in front of a bus stop, I’d be hard pressed to prove I was not in a bustling American city, that is if I did not look down or step off the curb.

I guess, as I have said before, the side walks are distinctly different from those of the cities I’ve lived in, more narrow, divided into left and right by smaller slabs of concrete and often complemented by cobblestone bricks, slightly uneven in height and tricky for the step. Right next to the side walk is a healthy bike lane in which hordes of cyclists roar by in an endless stream of motion. And the bikes are not all structured the same. One typically thinks of the “boys” bike as with a bar, and the female with no bar,making a U. But Denmark bicycle makers have the corner on construction, and they make men’s and women’s bikes with reinforced structures: added features to the handle bars and body, with and without  fenders, thick or thin tires and bodies; some look like mountain bikes but aren’t; some are bicycles built for three, but carry mother (or father) and two children–one back, one front. Some have big, wide-mouth tubs on the front like a  wheel barrow.  Children ride inside. Some have coverings with vinyl window panes. What fun it must be for the kids. What balance these parents must have to trust trolleying their borne in the fearsome bike traffic next to the car lanes.

At no time is there a bike lane without a rider; they travel night and day; peddling into the wind or the rain, peddling in attire that startles me. Dressed for work, in suits and handsome shoes, they ride. Dressed for a party, in dress and stockings, heels and jewelry, they ride. Dressed in bulky reinforced winter wear, they hunker over the handlebars like explorers on a mission to the North Pole. The wear various scarfs at the neck, all wrapped in a kind of standard roll–two times around the neck with the long end flipped under and over to make a kind of ascot. This is worn by men and women. Snow,sleet, drizzle or “blaseveret” (wind). Many never cover their red ears and noses. And, know, when I say “Dane”, I do not code “white” Danes. I am saying the Danish people; all who live here, participate in a kind of common culture and way of being. Those who are ethnically different are not different in participating in the cycle culture; nor are they different in their attitude toward day light and sunshine, and the pleasures of doing or enjoying the same. Muslim, Hindu, French,Russian, Norwegian, African, Spanish, others, and all move around in native garb or not, freely, in groups or alone, all Danes.

Daily life consists of travel to and from work, to and from stores, to and from walking one’s child, to and from walking one’s dog, to and from church if there is an event, to and from a favorite hang-out for “middag” meal. Those not on bicycles or driving the everyman’s compact or mid-sized car, walk. Cars or “bil” here are small, gas saving, and monotonous,every now and then you see a red one, a full-sized one, but mostly Fiat, Citron, Saab, and Peugeot. Once  in a while a Ford or a Chevy. A rare SUV, few sport trucks. Vans and shipping rigs rumble the streets blocking exits for the right side . Danes drive on the right side of the road and on the left side of the car as in the USA.

But if one has no car, or is not using a bike, Danes seem to have no trouble walking with two or three bags. They carry their arm loads of groceries (or whatever) home without complaint or apparent struggle. It is a fact of the Danish life, a matter of fact. It is a practiced behavior. And, they pay for the bags to carry those groceries in. Of course, one can bring a plastic bag or two to “bag” one’s own groceries, but if you forget, 5 Danish kroner will get you one. Yes, you pay for your bags and you load them to go. Otherwise, you walk out the store with the goods in your hands. It’s graceless.  And yes, for all of their ecological consciousness, Dane’s use plastic bags,but recycling is mandatory in every housing complex.

Lines in the grocery stores, most small by comparison to American super markets, are long at supper time, and the wait for one’s turn is made harder by having no large baskets to wheel up to the counter to wait. The stores are close and supplies seemingly limited. But one can get most meats, staples, and condiments. Anything American, like Sunmaid Raisins are more expensive. Danes like fresh products of quality and they tend to buy only what they need, not large stockable supplies (for national disasters and sudden misfortune. They do not think like that.)

The cashier sits mostly–which is a considerate modification on what I know from back home in the USA. The automatic belt that moves one’s cluster of items forward is shorter and constricted. The cashiers accept something called the Dankort or Danish debit card. They do not accept foreign credits cards, even the major ones. Danmark is rapidly discontinuing the use of paper money. Food is expensive, costing approximately $12.00 for a pound of butter, i.e 26-32 dkk (Danish kroner). Cereal the same. Bread more. Vegetables purchasable but still hard on the purse. Bell peppers cost three times as much as in a “savings” super market.Four of the big name grocery stores or” butiks” are the Netto, Irma store, Fotex, and Bilko. There are other little convenience grocers and open air- veggie markets some times identified as Kobemand. (I have no use of the null for the spelling of certain words like “polse” “Kobenhaven” and “Kobemand”. Please note and allow here.)

Anytime one is walking, one will be passed by the swift and constant biker:women, men, children, sports enthusiasts, senior citizens, parents, and representatives of the biking way of life. (Smile). One may often hear the thudding beat of the running shoe growing closer and closer, more audible behind one, as the running population–old and young,–pound by as an exercise group or as a fitness icon. People run any time, all the time. They dress in sports clothing made of special sweat absorbing, body supporting elastics. Some wear the red and white of the Danish flag;others wear black form-fitting tights with a two color top. It seems to be a national obsession. I am always surprised at the agility and stamina of the white haired people I see running with zest and power.

From the bus or train windows, I often watch the flow of life in Danmark. Now that I am getting my wings, and can travel alone from home to one of the several shopping and living areas which includes Nordport, Vesterport, Oesterport and the central station at Kobehaven H, I am witness to lots of new construction, the way people decorate their apartment windows, and I can read the signs advertising events, selling technology, and advising the public of changes in the transportation travel card. These sights provide me with on-going installments of variety. The S-tog,commuter trains–are expanding the lines and widths of the tracks. Old buildings are being refurbished. New modern office buildings “kontor” are rising. I watch the progress as I pass and pass again another day. Because I go weekly to a Danish language tutorial, I use the time to take “excursions” here and there.

The windows of the apartments and the living spaces above the inset stores below, satisfy my voyeur’s curiosity. Some city dwellers hang thin curtains at their windows –mostly white–to allow the light of day. The Danes have long, dark, winter days with only 5-7 hours of light. The spring and summers have a glut of it, and less than 3-4 hours of dark. So when they are up and about, they want that sunshine or day light like the starving want the littlest taste of food. The windows also have plants, candles, flags, and lamps in them. There is a homogeneous commonality in this.

Today, two beggars got on the S-tog I was riding, the B to Taastroppe. They asked in Danish for a hand-out. Though not together and separate by a station stop or two, they seemed shameless about asking. One man put a few coins in the man’s cup. No one gave the woman who asked anything, including me.

I am usually a soft touch, and a few weeks ago, I did give a sizable kroner to a woman sitting in the rain at the exit from the S-tog. But Vivi cautioned me against this practice as there are social programs to deal with it more efficiently and some of these people are faking their suffering state of impoverishment. But not, all….

What I have really found unacceptable in Denmark is the litter. While they keep most broad public driving boulevards, (called “gade” or “vej” ), clean, people can be unconscious about the trash they throw down. Smokers, sports and exercise freaks, snackers on the run, and casual drinkers, discard beer and soda, protein bottles, empty cigarette packs, and papers of all kinds along the route of the cyclists, and walkers. I became so annoyed with the piles of trash bordering the local overpass at the S-tog station entry on Emdrupvej that I called the city hall and the transportation authority. They said they were unfunded to clean the areas I mentioned and that they hoped to be able to do a once a year clean up in June. It was not what I wanted to hear. I made the case that the refuse was drawing rodents and creating bacteria air borne to cause health concerns, but it did no good. I was left with no recourse except to clean the mess up myself.

Now, I was on the San Jose Clean Up program for many years in the USA, so I have a sort of obsession about keeping the city I live in clean. When I first came to Denmark in 2011, I saw it as a clean and beautiful city, but now I see so much litter on the platforms where the trains run, along the curb-sides of the streets, blowing up and down the “vej” and so many cigarette butts it is unconscionable. So, yes, I got myself a nice pair of gloves, a big plastic bag from the Fitness World staff, who have a building that faces Emdrupvej, and I asked them if it would be all right is I picked up litter and put it in their dumpster. They said yes. I also asked them to call the City and to call the train  people at DSB to come clean up the valley of trash along the tracks and at the overpass. They said they would.

It took me less than an hour to do that, and I was pleased to do it, and felt I was showing the Spirit of Denmark my love. After all Denmark has shown it loves me. Since I have been here I have found a hat, a pair of gloves, a pair of golden slippers, two S=tog transportation passes, lots of kroner in coin, and more recently 700 kroner in bills. I have a sense that I am called here,and that I am in vibratory rhythm with the goodness that surrounds the place. After I finished, I spoke aloud to the Presence of All That Is, saying, “I know I can’t clean up all of Denmark alone, and there is always more trash to pick up. So, I promise to pick up one piece of trash each day as I go. That promise I am keeping. I am also telling others about it. Asking “each one to pick up one.” That’s my slogan. I am hoping it catches on.

In the next installment, I will share a painful encounter that Vi and I had on the streets of Vesterport. Thanks for reading my blog.




Letter to Americans:Divine Law, Civil disobedience, Direct Action

Open: Letter to Americans

To:  One Nation under God

From:  One out of Many, Shariananda, an Oracle of God

Re: Divine Law, Civil Disobedience, and Direct Action

Date: November 5, 2011


There are 312,512,239 Americans. Each of us is one, and like the all-seeing eye on our dollar bill, that One person is a powerful symbol for right. That which is right and that which is wrong is written on our hearts. So as a citizen, I step forward as one out of many, speaking for that which is higher and truer than man-made laws.  For as sure as greed is coveting , it is a violation of spiritual or divine law.  It is not the only Divine law being broken, but we shall let it stand as the central violation against the People.

As a “God-fearing country,” that acknowledges a Supreme Being and the religious freedom to worship Him (Her or IT) as we choose, under many names, in many shrines, churches, temples, and edifices, we often call upon Our Father Who Art in Heaven” to aid us in our efforts to help others, be victorious in our fight against disease, destruction, and dangers of every kind, military, and political.  In this we are no different from our Founding Fathers, many of whom were deists or believers in the Divine Hand of God in the creation of the world, in creating Humankind. They understood God to be Just, Intelligent, and with the Omnipotence to pass along to us, His Creation, the rationality and idealism of Heaven. They understood their role was to use the gifts of heart, mind, and body to raise from the un-manifested realm a nation that was in fact “under God” and which conveyed the essence of justice, fair play, accountability, and a model of unified consensus that defined our “inalienable rights” to “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness”. These ideals are siphoned from the books of the Bible, and every other testament to truth. We do not steal.  For Thou shalt not steal. Though shall have No Other God before Him. Money has become the God of wrong decisions. Money the God of Inhumanity. Money the god of false logic and snarled economics. Money is the commodity for which the soul of American is being traded.

The underlying concept of the dream of the founding fathers was that we are entitled to good lives; we are entitled to full lives; we are entitled to govern ourselves and do so with full faith in our Soul’s Inheritance and in the breakaway historical legacy. We are entitled to Good by Divine Law written on our hearts. We have been “endowed by our Creator.” No one can take that from us. No one can stand in the way of our Good, our prosperity. Our preordained well-being and wholeness, and that is what we claim with our civil disobedience.

The “Occupy” movement underway in this country has corporate greed as one of its targets. It has unprecedented unemployment and foreclosures as one of its proofs. It has endless military conflicts and manipulated tax codes and policies as it enemy. It has corruption and compromised media as its devil. Those who have come forth as the “League of Revolutionaries for a New America” are so called because it is the name of their spirit. As a part of the resistance, I speak to say we will brook—and nor with the Principalities and Thrones of heaven brook—any further compromised and destruction of the middle class.  No further diminishing of our hopes, dreams and lives. No further compromise of the American way of life. No further boiling down of the American Dream. We have all helped to build this country in spirit and in truth.  If not us, as individuals, then our parents and their parents. They worked; they punched a clock. They saved. They retired. We went to school. We  got loans. We graduate(d). We work. We kept the money in circulation. We participating in the unalterable give and take of life. We necessarily participate in the exchange of funds for goods and services. But now the services belong to those who were once the functionaries of the flow of goods and services. They have become our Goliath and they must fall.

We are not poised with rifles or anarchy to fight the battle. We are poised with Right. Those who stand curb side to hold signs, who sit in the Square at Wall Street, or who participate in direct action in any way are only one person seated next to another. We do not need many.

“One out of many” is already part and parcel to our national identity. We will redirect our country with steadfastness and visualization of the best outcomes. We will change things because of our faith in what is Right. We will stop loosen the stranglehold of those who seek only their own aggrandizement because we have been schooled in Battle Hymn of the republic, in the belief in God’s manifest plan for America. We have been reared on and patriotism and our salute to the flag is a prayer for continuance. Because we have the force of our needs and the discontent of the masses, we know as sure as did Dr. King, Gandhi, and Victoria Woodhull that Right fights might. We each know this battle will be won by Spirit. It is what pulled George Washington through Valley Forge. It directed the Quakers to act in the Underground Railway. Spirit in-filled the churches of the South in the 60s where preachers and parishioners designed a non-violent movement. And Spirit brought us back from despair after 911 and Hurricane Katrina. It is everywhere present, and its Presence motivates and energizes us. Our Faith is Our weapon.

You are notice that we are under the Divine protection of the Holy Spirit. You are now on notice as to what will win the day and destroy this stranglehold you have on this country and the world with your 1% of the wealth, and your web of self-serving communications, and your godless fees and soulless insensitivity and disregard for the welfare of others. We are arming with precognitive dreams, and spirit guides. We are arming with telepathy and with meditation. We are arming with prayer.

What do I want?
File  Immediate Bankruptcy of the USA to Restart the Financial Engine

Forgive National Debts

Establish Barter and Trade Community Houses

Institute a National Debt Cancellation Day

Institute Credit Record Renewal Day

End Penalities and Charges for Credit Checks and Late Pay

End of Posting Unnanounced credit records

End or Standardize Federal income tax

Institute Socialized Medicine for All (End Medical and Medicare)

End medical co-pay not based on income

Hire for On- Job the Technological Training  (anyone Applying for Work)

Recall any congressman affiliated with corporate schemers/lobbyist

End Lobbyist system in Washington

Convene  a New National Congress with Representation of every class and occupation

The immediate Release of Prisoners on specious drug or minor infractions

The immediate institution of the Constitutional Right to speedy and fair trial

Repeal of practice of non-employability because of prison record

The Trial and Imprisonment of Bankers and Executives Caused the Bailout

Immediate cessation of all foreclosures and the forgiveness of all late fees.

The discontinuance of repossessions, ownership and resale of properties foreclosed upon

The immediate discontinuance of all oversees trade that is without co-partnership with  American workers

Establishment of  National Employment Bureau

Establish National Sports Organization Fund for Homelessness and Mothers with Children

I am one. This is my voice.



Dear Members and Interested parties–

In the last month I came to a spiritual cross roads. I changed tracks and changed the furniture around in my inner house. It is clear that I am no longer just SDiane. My view of the world has changed as to how I will bring my body and soul through the year 2012 (when all that has been predicted for the ascension of planet earth will fall into place).

My life is getting in order by forces I do not comprehend fully but are forces that I accept as having influence and direction on it. I surrender now to something that causes me to tremble. I surrender now to something that has emphasized that I am on the right path and must set a marker in place for this transition.

In July I fell in love. It was quick and deep and surprising. My love shook me up so that I was alternately crying and laughing every day. I am still shaken. It occurred to me that I was responding to my new love as if she were a God presence. And in that I realized that she was in deed a gift from God.  She brought with her a new inspiration and force for my life–no matter how long that may be–. She brought a stance for the Light of God. The Peace of God. The Love of Beauty. Things I treasure and seek to manifest daily.

I felt new, reborn, alive, and hot. Like I had been in a cool dark room and was let out into the sunshine and fresh air. I started kidding her about her name and my name, and soon I was calling myself SDiananad or something silly. But over the next few weeks, I started to hear that name speaking, coming forth like the ring of a distant bell. It was not SDianand , but something….

One day I got a piece of junk mail from someone solicting. It was from someone named Samananda. The name somehow startled me. So, I got serious. I decided to quit playing and ask Spirit exactly what was going on. By this I mean, I sat to meditate and asked the question, “What is going on? Do you want me to change my name?”  As I sat, I felt a clearing in my chest.

“Seriously?” I asked. No sound. Nothing else.  So I talked it over with my Love. She said, “Why don’t you ask for a sign. I said, “Good idea.”  It is always nice to have a clear second voice (and she is that when she is clear, smiles).

When I next prayed and meditated, I said, “Listen, Heaven, if you want me to change my name. I am going to need a sign. I do not mean a small or guess work sign. I mean a big, unmissable, neon sign. After all, I have been carrying the powerful name SDiane for a long time, and I have gotten very used to it. It always makes people remember me, and you know how hard it was when I changed to it. I took years to get people to call me SDiane. I used to be S. Diane Bogus.(I rarely told anyone what the “S” stood for. But it was Sharon. Back then,  I told heinous lies about how it came to be! I had a Sojourner Truth story. A Harry S.Truman story, and a Gertrude Stein story about  its origins. I had a Tribal story,too.

Anyway, In 1980 I changed to SDiane Adamz-Bogus. That is what I am saying goodbye to. Thirty-one years (31). That is an age of ascension I think, not so far from the 33 at which Christ started his ministry. And I do believe I am a ministry in and of myself. But more about that later. The sign.

So, I wake up on October 4, 2011, and I go outside to let my sweet little doggie, Izzy, out, and lo! and behold! There is a dead crow at the side of my yard. A DEAD CROW! Holy Moses! holy Moses! I am too stultified. I begin to shake, and I am actually frightened. I know the power of crow and of raven. My medicine wheel has raven at the very top position, and my relationshjip with both species is top notch. They teach me. They call to me. they guide me. They show up to alert me. They fly all around me to let me know what’s about to occur. I call back daily when they speak to me and I speak to them always. CAW CAW CAW. I do a good crow call.

Did you know how quick and intelligent crows are? They can open cans. They can plan. They can see far, and they are excellent scavengers. You cannot sneak up on a crow. You cannot fly with crow except by permission. Now they stand for the VOID or that which is not manifest in the impenetrable darkness of eternity and no time. They are the arbiters of justice and shape-shift from one state of consciousness to another. They are the guardians of sacred law. They are really good omens but get a bad name in the movies. They let you know when a change is coming. I could tell you a lot more, but I invite you to get your hands on the Medicine Cards  book from Bear Company to read up on crow. You can also see Ted Andrews books on Animals. They do teach, but mostly, if you watch crow and notice when it shows up and how and what its doing, you can teach yourself. Maybe crow will become one of your animal totem guides.

So I have a dead crow right at the side of my yard, near the stop sign, and it looks like nothing is wrong. It is spread eagle face down, with its head turned to the north and its eye open. Upon close inspection, I saw blood coming from the underside. Now, that had to be the most unusual death in the world. Crow simply is too quick to be hit by a car or killed by accident. But, apparently, it was, and I think this was a sacrifice. Crow gave its life so I could have my new name.

Yes, the answer is. Change. So, I tried on variations of Sharinanda and Shariananda. I have a friend who is a name expert. She told me that “Shari” (from yesharon) means land or field and “a” means entirely, and that “ananda” means bliss or joy . That was not so far from SDiane, which means fertile flower in the field of God. So, I have just internalized SDiane and externalized Shari– part of my name that came from my legal first name that is on my original birth certificate. Now, all along in my various journals I had been writing that I was thinking of changing myname. I had started to try Shariananda on.

That day, the day of the dead crow, I took it to heart. I declared that as the name change day. I am now Shariananda, a being who resonates to the music in the word. It is like a gave myself permission to be all my love and all my power. I gave myself permission to walk my path and change as needful. I do not see the way clearly, but i am feeling my way along with help from the spirit world and nature as I understand it. The Saturday following the name change Tuesday, I got a call to come out and serve as chaplin for a Suicide Prevention Marathon Walk for awareness. That cemented it.

I feel I am more than an oracle now. I am a portal. I am a doorway through which energies flow; some of them not my own but my angelic host and the forces of Good unseen may use me, and I have given permission. I feel calmer, stable, sweeter, nicer, warmer, better. I feel anchored and complete.  I feel settled and peaceful. I feel strange not to be SDiane. I am used to it, but already it seems like another person.  I am somewhat shocked at the ease and suddenness of my shift from SDiane to Shariananda, but so it is. I will make it legal soon.

For now, I just let you all know what is what. I can say that the reception at my church, in the chat room, from my friends, and even from my relatives has been pleasant . I think they are used to my deviate nature by now. I am a free spirit and I have been seeking myself and God a long time. I am coming home to God in my new love, and to myself in my new name. Bless me to the work that the name calls me to and calls from  me. I am a servant of the Most high, Shariananda.    Leave me any response you wish.

Telepathic Tuesday Nine Rounds July 5, 2011

Telepathic Tuesday Nine Rounds July 5, 2011

The members gathered in the Fun Chat Room as soon as I came on the air. I was about an hour late because I had not set up all the tasks for the games of telepathy beforehand. So, I spent some times writing riddles, stuffing the bags, and drawing the pictures. They welcomed me without complaint or disappointment when I finally played the illustrious fanfare that introduces my show.


Typically with so many people coming and going and many being new, we hardly ever get more than three rounds of the great telepathy practice going, but today, Tuesday, we actually completed the full nine rounds. Continue reading “Telepathic Tuesday Nine Rounds July 5, 2011”

Passing Days, People, Perception,and Prophesy June 18-30

Passing Days, People, Perception and Prophesy

I suppose it would be good to tell you why I entitled this Chat journal and report with the “P’s”.  I did it for expediency. I am trying to gather the collective experience of us in the Oracle’s Fun Chat Room. I find that so much really happens in the rolling commentary between myself and the members and guests that I have trouble making notes. Even saving the actual screen lacks the depth and intensity of the exchanges. What I can say is I am fascinated with “chat” and the perception of the people who populate the room from day to day, and program to program. This entry will try to capture the dynamic of the last two weeks–not counting the June 21 fiasco!


The Passing Days include our gatherings from June 18 through yesterday June 29. In that time we had the usual round of presence, play and party. Daily Morning Meditation, Monday afternoon Free Chat, Telepathic Tuesday, Wacky Wednesday, missing Thursday, Friday Star Talk and Saturday Mystery Card. Continue reading “Passing Days, People, Perception,and Prophesy June 18-30”

Jesus and the Multitudes–a parable–June 24,2011

Yesterday, Thursday, June 23, the Morning Meditation, got out of control. So many new people came that it was like someone was giving away $100 dollar bills!

The room filled with the regulars quickly:  Eternety, Rach 07, Terry Tyler, Luscious Lioness, Elated Heart, Lorelei3, Kisses85,  Julznycles,  Tilly40218, G3London, Lexi0987, and Raimy 18.  They all said “Hi!” good morning and teased me about my return to my natural self-representation as SDiane, the Oracle, as opposed to O. Codger, my alter ego who hosted the Wacky Wednesday Show the previous day. Eternety said, “Good morning, All!” That was funny because I did not look like the same person Thursday morning as I had on Wednesday afternoon. Continue reading “Jesus and the Multitudes–a parable–June 24,2011”