A Book of Dibbles

By Spirita

What in the world is a DIBBLE?
A dibble is a unique illumination that defies definition. Ever gone cloud riding? Had a meaningful conversation with a leaf? Found peace in a bubble? Communicated without words?
Good for you! You're probably a Dibbler, then.
Prepare yourself for Angels in human and canine forms, trees dispensing ancient wisdom and a wise rock spouting life energy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: TumbleBrush Press
• Release date: Dec 23, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452490120

Spirita

From SPIRITA, the voice in all of us speaking from our soul. Who is Spirita? What is a Spirita? Spirita is Twinkles. Spirita is the Twinkle you see when you connect with someone. Spirita is the Twinkle you feel when you get excited inside or gooey all over. Spirita is the Twinkle you hear when a voice or music or nature communicates in special ways. Spirita is not a person or a face or a shape or an object to see or hold. Spirita is your Soul announcing your presence and welcoming inspirations. Spirita is Awareness Transformed to Being.

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Preface

This is an invitation to nibble on my Dibbles.

Fluff-Bumps

A Dibble about Cloud Riding

Today I decided to ride a cloud. I haven’t decided which one yet, because I gotta' get their permission. But, I know it’s not going to be one of those big ones ‘cause it’s too hard to hold on to them sometimes.

Maybe I’ll ask one that’s off playing by itself. You know, a smaller one that just kind of lays out there looking for something interesting to do.

I’m going to invite Alissa to go with me. She likes to ride clouds too.

Sometimes she finds her own cloud, and sometimes we ride together. It all depends on what the cloud wants to do.

You see, clouds have choices too.

Sometimes they just want to play with other clouds. Sometimes they just want to float around. And sometimes they like to party with Angels. That’s when they invite me and Alissa.

On this day, a cloud named Soika was laughing with some other clouds --- just floating together with some cloud buddies when Soika saw Alissa and me on a mountaintop.

Soika left the other clouds and floated over to get us where we waited on a big rock. We were sitting on the part of the rock that kinda looks like a camel head where we were having a picnic --- eating marigolds and drinking sunsets.

After we jumped onto Soika and chased each other around the fluff-bumps, we found Soika’s biggest fluff and tickled her until she asked some Angels to put her laughter into a bigger cloud so they could use it later for thunder.

Clouds like to share like that, you know.

So, off we went --- Alissa and me riding Soika; waving to other cloud riders; singing with passing clouds we knew, and laughing with Angels who had nothing better to do than party with us and God.

Felicia the Doggygod

A Dibble about Discovery

As I reclined in my favorite chair on Sunday, the spirit of one of my four-legged children visited me. Felicia Estancia Mercedez was a 180-pound Great Dane–Saint Bernard mix with short reddish-tan hair and long eyelashes that made her look Spanish behind a tubular nose, a mouth that could have eaten a cantaloupe with one gulp, and a tongue that seemed 10 seconds long when she slowly licked my face in moments of gratitude, pleasure, or solitude.

Felicia lived a good doggy life by following me everywhere, as doggy-people always do, riding in the pickup truck, curling under the bed to sleep, romping after some creature teasing her curiosity, and eating whenever she wanted from the ever present, dog-puppy chow shared with other four-legged children only when she was satiated. All of these activities had special memories about Felicia because of her size and the way she looked at me with those Latino eyes under long eyelashes that looked as human as they were puppy. After five years of charming the world with her size, graciousness, looks, and commanding sense of playfulness, she experienced physical death from an inoperable tumor.

On this Sunday, the spirit of Felicia’s hulking form sat by my chair with her doggy-chin resting on the flat wood chair arm and she exhaled a sigh, stared at me with those huge eyes, and asked me, What are you thinking about?

Oh, Felicia, thank you for asking. I was thinking about my sweetheart, Marina.

You do that a lot, Felicia remarked. What have you discovered about yourself in that process?

It’s interesting you observe me in that way, I responded. I had not considered thinking about someone else as being a process of self-discovery until now.

The soul has interesting ways of getting your attention, Felicia explained. Souls are all-knowing, forever-creations of pure energy without form that decide to have experiences by becoming matter, and in that process the matter forgets what it knows so it can enjoy the discovery of creating itself as a concentration in physical form. We souls decide what form we want to take to discover ourselves as physical creations. In my last episode of incarnation, I decided to be what you call a dog and hang around with you.

Holy geehossafat! I blurted, That sounds crazy, but it feels true.

That is the beauty of this blessedness, Felicia continued. What looks to be crazy actually is sanity, what looks to be grotesque is based in beauty, and what looks to be profane can equally be viewed as sacred. In your case, your struggles with understanding Marina result from your interpretation of her intentions.

What do you mean? I asked, a bit incredulous.

What characteristics about Marina have disturbed you in the past? Felicia inquired.

Well, I guess I haven’t understood how she can just seem to forget me at times when we seemed to be so close, I timidly replied.

Has it occurred to you that Marina is exceptionally gifted at giving her undivided attention to that on which she is concentrating, whether it is a task or a person? Felicia asked.

You know, she does seem to kind of get super-involved with whatever she is doing, and I always attributed that to diminishing attention to me, I observed.

That sounds like a bit of insecurity on your part, Felicia stated. Perhaps you might see the unconditional acceptance Marina gives to those needing her attention and remember that she does the same for you. Perhaps you might begin to understand her unconditional love and be grateful she shares that with you as well as others. Perhaps you could learn this trait from her and add your energy to the process rather than delete her energy by being so needy.

My first reaction to Felicia’s observations was denial, since I was pretty good at that, but then I progressed to amazement that the being I had known as a doggy was communicating to me on a different level.

More importantly, Felicia’s communications struck a part of my sensitivity that was acknowledging all of this. I felt an understanding enter my being that was simultaneously blissful, joyful, comforting, and energizing.

I started to analyze some of the other actions toward and with Marina that were part of our history. I remembered how tender she is, with an occasional spot of toughness and roughness thrown in from some habit she inherited that was not representative of her true soul. I remembered how my anger about something that was not activated by her nevertheless was directed toward her. I remembered how utterly devastated I felt after each of my angry outbursts because I had demeaned her spirit.

I remembered our endless hours of bonding during touchy conversations about almost everything we felt and experienced. I sensed the mutual release of inside stuff as we talked and how those discussions brought relief, discovery, and closure. I remembered sharing respect, love, and each other.

As varied as my life’s experiences have been, Marina was a special influence and catalyst. As I experienced myself with her, new emotions bubbled inside me like lava in the earth’s core. I sensed heightened sensitivities about compassion, understanding, caring, and concern. I began to focus on the core of who I am and how I want the world to see me.

My anger too often violated these revelations and our relationship. Seeing her cry cracked my habit of control through anger. During her prolonged absence to visit her birth country, I decided to eliminate anger as a form of my communication and control, and I chose to honor Marina with my conversion to my sense of self.

Adopted habits and techniques of behavior had been my way of behaving for most of my life, but they were not an expression of whom I choose to be now. When I became myself, by living my feelings of understanding, compassion, sharing, and nurturing, her aura energized my discovery and emancipation of me.

You feel better now, don’t you? Felicia remarked through my trance, meditation, or whatever I experienced as I internalized all of this.

Yes Felicia, I replied comfortably. For the first time in my life, I truly enjoy who I am, and I’m excited to share this energy and spirit with others as I have always imagined I would. With the spiritual guidance of my sweetheart, Angel Marina, I am choosing who I am and how I desire other souls to know me. I realize this emergence will occasionally revert to habit and I will need to detect those systems early to eliminate the behaviors of anger and control I have exhibited so well before. My transition from the ‘me’ I did not like to the ‘me’ I adore is my responsibility and my triumph, but it always helps to have some Angels like Marina assisting with the operation, so to speak.

I am grateful, I am blessed, I am loved, and I share that with others without condition, I added, honoring myself. I am at peace.

By the way, Felicia said as she left my side, "has it ever occurred