Fuels in the fire. Burn baby, burn.
20 responses to “Fuels in the fire. Burn baby, burn.”
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You Maya my friend will do great things.
Everyday I am in amazed by you, by your beautiful family. Xx
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Maya, I contacted someone I know that has worked with Yoplait to see if I can get the contact info for you.
I saw all of the pictures and I was there. It was amazing. A beautiful benefit for a beautiful blue eyed Rockstar!!!
Can’t wait to some day meet you!
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Oh Maya – I’m so happy that you dreamed about Ronan last night! We don’t know each other – I’ve been wanting to comment for a while, but I never seem to know what to write. I think about you all every day – all day. I’m very sorry that you and your family had to go through this. Cancer is such an awful thing – I’ve lost too many friends and family members to this dreadful disease, my dad being one of them. I’m so sorry Ronan died, Maya.
FUCK YOU CANCER!!!
Love and Hugs from Texas,
Toni
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I am so very Ronan came to you this morning.
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You are amazing. So happy that you got to dream of Ronan. Even though he is not here on this earth anymore, he is still so strong in your heart and the both of you, along with Woody, Liam, and Quinny will change the world!!! People will know about Childhood Cancer because of the Thompson family and all of your Rockstar Fans!!!
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You and your family and the way you write are so addicting! LOVE LOVE LOVE!
How should we word about getting the Childhood Cancer Spokesperson (sp?)… just a quick line? Maybe if there are enough of us who do it she’ll get the hint??
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So proud you sound so strong. You are taking action. You truly amaze me. I am so glad that Ronan came to you last night, know that he is always there for you and is alive in your heart. Our thoughts and prayers are with your entire family.
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My grandma passed away yesterday from lung cancer, and yet all I can think about is your lil Ro, she lived her life and has family waiting in heaven for her, he didn’t get his chance! How unfair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here’s a song I dedicate to you from Ronan, I hope that’s ok
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Maya,
I have an idea. If you write something that all of us loyal blog followers could post to our facebook pages word will get out like an out of control wildfire. You have no idea who people might know that can help us with your fight. You are the most powerful women I know and I can say that without having ever met you. I for one would love to spearhead a Brightest Star in the Sky event in Denver, Colorado and I know that there are others out there in different states that would like to do the same thing. You have touched the souls of so many of us and inspired us to fight for our children no matter what. Sending you my light and love!! -
Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me. That signifies nothing. For us believing physicists the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion. ~Albert Einstein
Maya, as I read your words describing your dream with Ronan the tears were flowing. Unlike the tears of heartache which so many of us have shared with you on this journey, these were tears of happiness. Like the ancients, I believe with all my heart and soul that dreams are not separate from reality. To the contrary, they are windows into the mystic. As confusing as the life/death awareness must have seemed to you in your dream, I believe that Ronan was communicating a profound message to you. The most important message of all which is that the world of the living and the dead are not separate. Like your dream they are interconnected, winding around one another like ribbons. Energy is transient and Ronan is very much alive, just on another plane; a plane which is closer than we think. In your heart you already know this. How else would you recognize the significance of the hummingbird, the seal image, and the signs in Laguna? Your beautiful old soul, Ronan, felt a need to reinforce this and communicate it to you through your dream. He will always surround you with his energy and light. The poet RW Raymond said “Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.” I am constantly sending you and yours love, light, and healing energy across this enchanted desert. May you find peace in your dreams. ♥
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Best wishes in all of your plans! It’s so awesome all that you want to accomplish! I am continuing to pray for you! Glad you dreamed of your sweet boy last night too 🙂 God bless…
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So thankful you got to dream about Ronan. I’ve been hoping for that. I hope there are many more happy dreams of him to come. When I see all the pink, I always feel bittersweet about it. I’m thankful that there is so much awareness for breast cancer, but I’m saddened that there isn’t that same amount of awareness and passion for childhood cancer in the world. I’ve jumped on the bandwagon and I’m ready to help you do anything to change this. Thanks. Believing…
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I sense a Maya Tornado getting ready for take off 🙂 go get em girl!!! You inspire!!!!
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Your dream made my day! Beautiful! Wonderful!
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Maya’s mafia – “like” BWR Public Relations on facebook. Bombard there wall with links of rockstarronan.com on BWR Public Relations wall. Enough of you do it…this will get their attention. BWR markets themselves at the “Voice of Change”. Cancer CAN’T win anymore!!!!
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Children everywhere do change lives..Children are God’s gift to us.. Always listen to their words, always listen heart. Good please read it. Here is a sweet tender story, so very similar to little Ro’s I cried while reading it.
Wish For You, A Sandpiper
by Robert Peterson
She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live.
I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.
“Hello,” she said.
I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child.
“I’m building,” she said.
“I see that. What is it?” I asked, not really caring.
“Oh, I don’t know, I just like the feel of sand.”That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes.
A sandpiper glided by.
“That’s a joy,” the child said.
“It’s a what?”
“It’s a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy.”
The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed completely out of balance.
“What’s your name?” She wouldn’t give up.
“Robert,” I answered. “I’m Robert Peterson.”
“Mine’s Wendy… I’m six.”
“Hi, Wendy.”
She giggled. “You’re funny,” she said.
In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.
Her musical giggle followed me.
“Come again, Mr.. P,” she called. “We’ll have another happy day.”
The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.
The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me.. The breeze was chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.
“Hello, Mr. P,” she said. “Do you want to play?”
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.
“I don’t know. You say.”
“How about charades?” I asked sarcastically.
The tinkling laughter burst forth again. “I don’t know what that is.”
“Then let’s just walk.”
Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face.
“Where do you live?” I asked.“Over there.” She pointed toward a row of summer cottages.
Strange, I thought, in winter.
“Where do you go to school?”
“I don’t go to school. Mommy says we’re on vacation”
She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.
Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt like demanding she keep her child at home.
“Look, if you don’t mind,” I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, “I’d rather be alone today.” She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.
“Why?” she asked.
I turned to her and shouted, “Because my mother died!” and thought, My God, why was I saying this to a little child?
“Oh,” she said quietly, “then this is a bad day.”
“Yes,” I said, “and yesterday and the day before and — oh, go away!”
“Did it hurt?” she inquired.
“Did what hurt?” I was exasperated with her, with myself.
“When she died?”
“Of course it hurt!” I snapped, misunderstanding,
wrapped up in myself. I strode off.A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn’t there. Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.
“Hello,” I said, “I’m Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was.”
“Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I’m afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please, accept my apologies.”
“Not at all! she’s a delightful child.” I said, suddenly realizing
that I meant what I had just said.“Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia
Maybe she didn’t tell you.”Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath.
“She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn’t say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly…” Her voice faltered, “She left something for you, if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?”
I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young woman. She handed me a smeared envelope with “MR. P” printed in bold childish letters.. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues — a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed:
A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love opened wide. I took Wendy’s mother in my arms. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” I uttered over and over, and we wept together. The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words — one for each year of her life — that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love.
A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand
— who taught me the gift of love.NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It happened over 20 years ago and the incident changed his life forever. It serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and life and each other. The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.
Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas can make us lose focus about what is truly important
or what is only a momentary setback or crisis..This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means, take a moment… even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses.
This comes from someone’s heart, and is read by many
and now I share it with you..;
May God Bless everyone who receives this! There are NO coincidences!Everything that happens to us happens for a reason. Never brush aside anyone as insignificant. Who knows what they can teach us?
I wish for you, a sandpiper.
Wish For You, A Sandpiper
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I was with my two year old this afternoon working on a puzzle that had numbers in it. As he was holding the number “8” and I was explaining how to recognize it, a little hummingbird flew within eye distance from us in the window, about 2 feet away. It took my breath away. Combining what you previously mentioned about the hummingbird’s wing movement and symbolism, it wasn’t happenstance that that moment happened. Ronan is everywhere. Spreading his message. We are with you in this fight! So, so happy to see how you’ve found the fire in your belly. Let us help keep it going!
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You saw him. You finally saw him!!! Maya, I am so happy for you!
You know I happened to read a few of the other comments that were left, and one in particular struck me.
Karen Gascon’s interpretation of your dream sent chills up my spine. I beleive she is spot on. Ronan sent you a message that yes, he really is here with you. How spectacular of a gift.Best part of my day was checking in on you and seeing this news!
Sweet dreams tonight my friend.
Leona~
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This is just an idea but ive taken alot of sleep meds over the yrs including ambien. My doc believes they tend 2 repress dreams. Ur ronan dream when u didnt take it makes sense with this.
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