I forgot how much it takes when one works and goes to school. This isn’t your normal 9 to 5 job or night classes.
My day job is being a medium in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp, and yes, I am a writer. I am also a student in the healing program. Interestingly enough I chaired the Wednesday Night Message Service the other night and got a tidbit from the medium about taking three weeks off to finish writing my book. Wouldn’t that be grand? I was told it would occur in a small house while in north Florida. I like it.
And so here I am living somewhere between realms of existence. I do readings during the day and three nights a week I’m up, until when? Who knows? Spirit maybe. LOL
I teach a class on Tuesday nights until 9 p.m. This last week I finally fell asleep around 12:30 a.m. It’s the energy. Thursday night I go to a healing class until 8:30 p.m. Still took me a while to fall asleep. The next day I was at the gym by 5:30 a.m., so I could be back to do a couple of readings starting at 9 a.m. I did get a 30 minute nap at the doctor’s office while I waited. And Friday’s healing class went until 9:30 p.m. This schedule will go on for the next eight weeks. What is time?
The above does not include services I volunteer at to include healing and chairing each month and other volunteer opportunities. The list goes on. Why do I do this? To make a difference. It warms my heart to help others. And in the process, I am evolving. When going through these types of programs, one heals and grows.
Backstory: I was a late bloomer. Didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up, although I did think I would write a best-selling book someday. At 35, I earned my bachelor’s degree with an emphasis on Journalism from UCF. I worked a part-time job as a server, went to school full-time, made the dean’s list three out of five semesters, kept the kids (youngest was 7 at graduation) and the house. I remember the good old days when I worked algebra problems until after midnight. I said I would never go back to school again. Here I am back at it. Did I ever stop? Life is a school every single day.
Perhaps, I will be busy enough to save money, so that I am able to take those three weeks off to finish that book. Of course, there are more after that. It’s a never ending story, life is.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
I love this little town of Cassadaga, Fla., in which Southern Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp is within. It’s like a Mayberry with a twist of the Twilight Zone. The conversations I’ve heard among psychic mediums are truly divine. LOL Anything and I mean anything is not too farfetched.
The other morning while visiting with the coffee crew, a conversation started about time travel for a lack of better words. I shared a story and then another psychic medium noted the time he and his wife were driving from South Carolina to the North Carolina. They were to drive through Charlotte in the daylight hours and looked forward to seeing it. A period of time went by and they realized they never saw the city. They never turned off the highway; I believe he said 77. I like that number. LOL Later, he called those that be to be sure there was no construction going on and that he was somehow rerouted. Nothing. I love that! There’s more than meets the eye. Phenomenon.
I shared another story about a reading I had the other day. I normally don’t take a family in but felt it would be OK. It was a mother, father and grown daughter. I soon realized their son and brother had passed to Spirit. I could feel that they were still in the healing process. I suggested a family vacation and Spirit showed me the Grand Canyon. I shared and continued on with the reading. Afterward, the mother said when her son was just a toddler, she had a dream that they were at the Grand Canyon. She threw him a red small ball and he fell in the canyon. She had never told her family of the dream. Just WOW is all I can say. Phenomenon.
And to top that off, the mother took her phone out to show me a short video that was taken at the grown daughter’s home, a place her brother resided at one point. The grown daughter had put her dogs up for the night. After she left the room, someone turned off the light. The hall light was still on. Phenomenon.
Phenomena is everywhere, all around us. All people have to do: Wake Up, Slow Down and Be Aware!
I cannot say it enough I love being a medium and that I am able to help others. It is such a blessing all the way around.
God Bless each and every one of us!
I love my guides. In the middle of the morning, I was awakened, so I set my alarm for 8 a.m., and then realized I hadn’t written my blog – make that 6:30 a.m., as if I was going to fall back to sleep. LOL
My brain raced with ideas. Finally, I calmed myself and asked my guides to assist. They are always there. All we have to do is ask – remember that.
In Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp when potential clients call from the sign in board at the Welcome Center, which is part of the Andrew Jackson Davis Educational Building, also housing the Bookstore, I ask if they have ever had a reading with a medium. I like people to know what they are getting into. Most times they have, but when they haven’t, I go into my spiel.
‘I connect with Spirit around you, give evidence of that Spirit and life guidance. I receive information through my gifts of clairvoyance. I see, feel, know and sometimes hear. I can also work psychically. If you’re looking to hear from one particular Spirit, I cannot guarantee it. It’s not how it works. It’s who’s around during the reading.’
The voice on the other end of the line asked, ‘Do you use tarot cards?’ I chuckled inside and replied, ‘No. We, the mediums in the Cassadadga Spiritualist Camp, do not use cards. We don’t need them. We are psychic mediums.’ He had to check with his friend to be sure he was calling the right person. They came down for readings.
As a psychic medium, Spirit works with every single thing that you have ever known your entire life. It is the psychic mediums responsibility to grow his or her vocabulary to assist in readings. So I dabbled in astrology and tarot cards. For a period time, I’d give myself readings with tarot cards, who else will? LOL I soon realized I was drawing the cards I wanted to see, so I gave it up.
Backstory: One year, in the month of October, I worked as a tarot card reader at Universal Studios. I was in a tight spot and needed the money. I did 5 minute readings for $25, and people paid it all day long. I made $8 for each reading. I noticed other tarot card readers would layout these elaborate spreads. I used three cards and connected with Spirit to give the reading. Sometimes, I would use one word meanings of the cards as a jump point.
I’m not saying that tarot card readers aren’t legitimate – some are, but most times cards are used to give the client something to look at. Since I know the general meaning of the cards, my Spirit guides will show me cards at times, especially when people are coming for entertainment, which is not why I honed my gifts.
The bottom line is potential clients will go to who they are supposed. I’m fine with that because I know, deep down in my heart, that Spirit will always take care of me. They will take care of you too if you ask, believe and allow!
Love my writing guides, who make this blog possible. Thank you Spirit!
Blessings of Peace and Love!
Yes, the saying normally goes, ‘What’s good for the Goose is good for the Gander.’ Goose refers to women and Gander refers to men; hence the reverse in the title. In either case, the saying means what is good for one is good for another.
My mom used to say, ‘If there’s such a thing as reincarnation, I want to come back as a man.’ I’d laugh, clueless to her thought process. Now that I’m older I know exactly why she said it.
Yes, we have a come a long way in regard to women’s rights. It’s true we have. However, there’s still so much ground that needs to be gained. It’s not just the big things. It’s the everyday tiny things that add up.
Here’s one: It’s OK if a man says something people don’t want to hear, or to even use cuss words. Yes, I’ve been known to drop the F Bomb on occasion. Trust me I am working on that. However, if a man says it, it’s OK and nothing is said or done about it. But if a woman does, it’s ‘inappropriate language.’ Really?
I love this quote by Bette Davis: ‘When a man gives his opinion, he’s a man. When a woman gives her opinion, she’s a bitch.”
And this one by Eleanor Roosevelt: ‘Don’t call a woman a bitch. Call her an a#@-hole. It still gets the point across and it’s not sexist.
I have never really been someone who gets excited about gender inequality; however, there are lines. I really became aware of it when I saw a post on Facebook about the women’s suffrage movement. I do recall hearing in history class that women were jailed, but I never heard they were beaten – not only in jail but while walking in parade type settings. I wonder what students are being told about it today.
And then there’s the constant fight of losing pounds. I’m not one to look at a scale. It’s only a number. I work out regularly. I could use a bit more self-control when it comes to food. A good friends once said, ‘I came here (the earth plane) for the food.’ LOL
I get my weight when I’m at the doctor’s office. When looking at the obesity charts, why is it that men get to weigh more than women for the same height? We have more organs inside and some women have lots of muscle, which we all know weighs more than fat.
You know women were leaders of religion in the early days. Why did that change? Was it because men are generally stronger than women and therefore, became dominant? Who knows?
Women do have more of a voice today. And I’m sure that will continue to grow as we move forward. Only when the older generation (both women and men) and its beliefs die off will it happen. Some men walk around with an air about them, that they are entitled. Entitled to what, I ask?
Really, it’s just a mindset. I, we, don’t have to fall into it. Guess what else, according to the natural law of gender, each and every one of us has female and male traits within us.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
It takes a community sometimes to raise what is needed to move forward. In Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp, we did just that. We needed to raise funds for the restoration of Colby Memorial Temple and we took action.
Yes, there’s the 125th Committee, or would be Group officially, that worked tirelessly since early spring on coming up with ideas and then implementing them throughout the year. The last scheduled event for the year is the Masquerade Ball to be held on Dec 28. I’m not sure how many tickets are left, but if you are interested call the bookstore at 386-228-2880 to reserve your spot.
The many volunteers for this started out with the first event back in May. It’s been a long haul with volunteers dwindling for one reason or another toward the end. The effort, which was put forth to the universe, was well worth it. We’re hoping that our beloved Colby Memorial Temple will reopen no later than February. It’s been closed since June or July.
It wasn’t just the Group that raised funds. The pastor of Colby Memorial Temple, other Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp members who came up with ideas along the way and members of the communities who supported our efforts.
There’s always monies needed when dealing with old buildings such as ours in the Spiritualist Camp, which has been in existence since 1894, as noted in previous blogs. In 1991, it was designated as a historic district and placed on the National Register of Historic Places.
Colby Memorial Temple is the gathering place for Sunday Service, Wednesday Night Message Service, Candlelight Healing Service, other Message Services, Classes and Workshops. We were and still are grateful to have other buildings, mainly the Andrew Jackson Davis Educational Building, to hold our services.
“Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much”
― Helen Keller
“Snowflakes are one of nature's most fragile things, but just look what they can do when they stick together.”
― Vesta M. Kelly
“We're a team. It's part of our job to help each other out, and to forgive each other quickly. Otherwise, we'd never get anything done.”
― Jeramey Kraatz, Villains Rising
It’s not always easy being part of a team, but it is well worth it. Find a cause and work for it. Keep going until you reach your goal.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
What a whirlwind. I’m home to the quietude of my Mayberry, which is Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. I pulled in at about 8 p.m. Friday night. I still feel like I’m on Costa Rica time. It’s not a bad thing. However, one must make a living to live on this earth plane. But how much do we really need? I saved for quite a while to take this trip.
Had loads of fun with my daughter and her boyfriend for six days, six short days. We visited the Fortuna Waterfall, Zip lined to include the Tarzan Swing and then headed to the beach area – Tamarindo – for some horseback riding and a boat ride. What a beautiful countryside, Costa Rica. People don’t make much there, nor do they need much and the pineapple is out of this world. I truly hope to go back someday, although I’ve got my eye on a couple of other places – Egypt, Greece . . .
I must say I do have a new outlook on life. Even though I love my Mayberry there’s so much more. I forget about that sometimes.
What truly matters to you when it comes to your life? Really contemplate your answer. Yes, I believe we are here to help other people. It’s in my top five of importance. My biggest problem is I over care. How many of you do that too? And why? Big question that needs to be answered for me and I’m sure for a lot of you too, especially you healers and psychic mediums out there. Over caring doesn’t have to be people. It could be things too.
There’s a fine line. Something for each and every one us to think about. And while we’re caring, over caring, how many people really care about us? I just reread a Facebook post: ‘Ask yourself this: How many of the people I surround myself with daily actually care about the condition of my soul?’ Think about that for a day or two and make the necessary changes, both physically and mentally.
Even my apartment feels different. It’s kind of surreal. Maybe I’m just needing a vacation from my vacation. I gotta tell you my bed and my pillows were fabulous. Yes!
Take time out from your normal routine, change it up!
Blessing of Peace and Love!
Everyone needs a break once in a while. It’s true. And I’m taking one, at least for the next six days. A six day getaway. Sweet. I won’t even know how to act. I love Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp and the Mayberry atmosphere. It’s quiet for the most part.
I do have to admit the thought of not healing at Sunday Service, or doing message work at the Sunday Afternoon Service seems odd. Oh and what about the week off from doing readings. No readings for the next six days. Craziness! LOL Trust me when I say, I will miss it all; helping others is what it’s all about.
Sometimes I forget about me, put myself on the backburner. I’m sure a lot of you do it too. The fun begins today; I haven’t been on an airplane in like 20 years. I’ve definitely never been out the country, at least physically. Astral travel is whole other conversation. It is the least expensive way to fly. LOL
I’ve been planning this trip for many months. I’m excited to just go, to be my Sagittarius self – the adventure is awaiting. Yes!
When’s the last time you took a vacation? Decide where you want to go and start planning today. Make the plan. Save the money. Just do it! Isn’t that a great saying?
We all need a break, to get out of the routine. Take the time to reenergize the body, mind and spirit. Reboot. Create a new outlook on life. Step back from things and move forward with plans to reach your dreams.
Cutting the blog short this time around. Hope you understand. Start making your plans for your next great adventure. I love the big picture. See it and then take the necessary steps to attain your goals.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
Adios, for now!
I was having a moment the other day when a friend asked me if I had heard the crabs in a barrel story. I’m like no never heard it. She shared the story, which made me feel much better about situations.
Situations, you gotta love ‘em. We all get in the mix of them one time or another. I got home, looked the story up and was in awe of the many versions. I like the crabs in the bucket version best.
The story goes a man was walking the beach and saw another man fishing. As he neared the fisherman, he saw the bait bucket with no lid. A bit closer now he looked inside to find it filled with sea crabs crawling on top of one another. The man wondered again about the lid and asked the fisherman, ‘Why isn’t your bait bucket covered so the crabs won’t escape?’ The fisherman replied: ‘If there is a single crab in the bucket, yes, it could escape. However, since there are so many, if one tries to crawl out, the others grab onto it, making sure it can’t escape so it will meet the same fate as the rest of them.’
Is this true? Who knows? But the idea behind it sometimes rings true when dealing with other people. Do not let people pull you back into their chaos. Don’t buy into it. Do you regardless what others think. Keep crawling out!
Strive to improve yourself, raise your vibration. Be a dreamer, a go-getter. Don’t stop until you reach your goals. When we make efforts to improve ourselves and situations, others who do not may try to drag us down to share their fate, just like the sea crabs.
Instead of getting pulled back down, rise anyway. Rise above it. Keep going. Set goals and continue to grow regardless of those around you. It can be difficult at times, but you can do it, and so can I. Do you! Don’t buy into other people’s reality.
And finally, ‘It’s none of my business what others think of me.’ That goes for you too!
Blessings of Peace and Love!
When you’re a giver, you rarely receive. It’s kind of an odd thing when it happens, but boy does it feel good.
I received a reading during Sunday Service in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. We, Mediums, rarely get one, or should I say get one from someone who does not know us.
So, this Medium is a well-known Canadian. I’ve had readings previously from those who do not reside or learn their Mediumship in the U.S. It is said that Mediums from other areas are trained to give evidence. My question: Is there any other type of Mediumship? I learned in the U.S., and I give evidence. The thought never occurred to me not to, which I can thank my master teacher for this way of reading. I have thanked her on many occasions and still do when I sense her around me.
Now mind you those outside of the country do have a different way of delivering a message or reading though. They wait for the recipient, the person receiving the reading, to agree or disagree. Many people think this is fishing, fishing for information. Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t.
The reading I received was awesome. I did not feel like she was fishing. This Medium was leaving a recipient and getting ready to go to the next. Before she left she said that she wanted to leave with the name George and Harold. I’m like holy crap, that’s my dad’s name, George Harold, so I told a friend who was sitting nearby. The Medium now was moving toward my side of the room. She said a few things about this Spirit and four of us raised our hands. The Medium now said something about the name Jack. I could not believe it. I waited though because I wanted to see if someone else raised their hands. If a newcomer could get a message before me, it would be a nice experience. No one signaled, so I did. My dad always said, ‘That’s a fact Jack,’ or ‘You got that right Jack.’ I often wondered, as a kid growing up, ‘Who is Jack?’ LOL. I was happy to know dad was around, although I do spy him myself occasionally. She continued on with other information and several names – one was Elsie, an aunt who owned a steakhouse restaurant in my hometown. At one point, the Medium noted I was a writer and that I could paint. Not sure about the latter. Perhaps, I should try. She also said that I hold a lot back. One camp Medium practically rolled off his chair. I said to him, ‘You should hear what I don’t say.’ The place rolled again. LOL. It’s best to participate as much as possible in the reading. It keeps the link between Medium and Recipient. I told my sisters of the visit. They were impressed. I’m sure they have told friends too.
Mediumship proves the continuity of life. Better yet, Spiritualism proves the continuity of life and has been doing so for more than 170 years. Spiritualism was called something else before that time.
I have to admit it was nice to receive. It’s something I should work on – receiving more. I challenge all of you givers out there to receive more.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
Happy Anniversary! I wrote my first blog on Nov. 18 of 2018. It’s hard to believe a year has gone by. I’m feeling like going random. Imagine that. LOL
I’ve come to the conclusion on many occasions that someone is watching me, and yes, you too. Facebook is great to connect with family and friends. One time my daughter private messaged me and complained she had a canker sore. I wrote back that the best remedy is Alum, a white powder sold in the spice aisle at the grocery store. Hours later I saw an ad for it on Facebook. LOL
So, something a little creepier happened with my iPhone 11 (and you know I looked that up to be sure I wrote it correctly – always the editor). Now mind you I am a little clueless when it comes to phones. However, I do have the basics down. The other night I was hanging out watching Netflix and got to wondering what time I should wake up. I said to myself 4 or 4:30? I gotta have a cup of tea before I head out to the gym. It’s a must. I decided 4:30. As I picked up my phone, a message popped up wanting to know if I would like to set an alarm for 4:30. That’s crazy, right? I mean really, does my phone have ESP abilities? Now that I think about it, stranger things have happened in my space at Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. At the time, it was little freaky. Hasn’t happened since. Love that Spirit has a sense of humor, or was it the phone? LOL
Speaking of Cassadaga – just before Halloween a friend and I were out for a Sunday Drive (really, it was like a Tuesday night). We were coming up to Lake Helen, a small town next to Cassadaga. We took the usual right hand turn onto High Street, which leads to the Spiritualist Camp. About halfway down the road it turned dark. Almost in unison we blurted, ‘Where are we?’ We stopped to look at a street sign. It read Pennsylvania Avenue. We were way across town, down near the water. We were freaking out because we never turned a corner. We were lost for a few minutes. We agreed that we turned down the correct street because we both saw the street sign as we made the turn. Creepy, yes? It took me a minute to fall asleep that night. LOL
It’s been said strange things happen in Cassadaga. I get it when it comes to my office. I’ve been doing readings in this space for probably two years. And now strange things happen out on the roads in the area. I’ve heard stories in the past. I can now attest to it. I wonder if this happens elsewhere. It must. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that I’m a psychic medium.
Blessings of Peace, Love and Light!
Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.