We are all gifted. Some of us have to work on it just a little harder than others. I would fall into that category. It’s OK because when you work just a little bit harder, it pays off in the end. I have been a psychic medium in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp for seven years, eight toward the end of the year. I have clients on a regular basis and teach several online classes and workshops. It took a bit to build. As I told my students the other night, this round of eight classes does not make you ready to go out there and work as a professional medium. They chuckled. And then I laid it out. I have been sitting in development classes since 2004, two classes, sometimes three per week for 12 years, all with five different teachers and taking courses for at least one year with each of those teachers. That’s not even counting workshops facilitated by visiting mediums. Let’s talk about the student program in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. It includes bookwork, independent study, public demonstrations for three to four years and some have taken more than six years. On a continuous basis, the Camp has people come in here asking what it takes to become a medium. Most are never to be seen again. Others have come in and backed out because they didn’t want to put the time in. Soon after, they say they are certified by another organization and have studied here in Cassadaga extensively. Really, what is extensively? Backstory: And worse, I have seen people dressed to the hilt and shoot videos in front of familiar mainstays in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp to prove they were here or are affiliated in some way. It bugs me. It’s not ethical. On the other hand, I’ve been told that most other Spiritualist Camps, or Spiritualist organizations have very little or no respect for Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. So, to that end, I guess I should not let it bother me. Backstory: I had a fellow reporter friend who saw stories I wrote for the newspaper and turned around and wrote nearly the same story, on the same person for a magazine. My editor finally called that reporter’s editor. Some believe that I should’ve taken it as a compliment. I have lightened my mood about it over time, but back then it irked me. It also irks me when psychic mediums misrepresent themselves. In the end, how much does it really matter. . . Be the best you can be. Blessings of Peace and Love!
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Isn’t the easiest to swallow. However, we are all going to succumb to it at one time or another. It’s the toughest for those left behind. It’s one thing if death comes at old age, but another when younger people leave.
I have had the pleasure of meeting some pretty awesome people, people who come in for readings because they wonder how loved ones are doing on the higher side of life. Ultimately, they wonder where they are going someday. Miscarriages are a big one. I truly believe these little ones, and perhaps up to a certain age, are Ascended Masters. I believe that they have mastered life with carnations over and over again. Perhaps, all they really needed was to feel a mother’s love. Taking one’s life has been frowned upon since the beginning of time. Backstory: I had two friends take their own life. It’s tough because you don’t really know what’s going on with them and why they did it. You wished you knew, so that maybe you could’ve helped in some way. Here in the last couple of years I can see why people take their life, not that this is something I would ever do. I like the food and music way too much. Let’s not forget about family too. A lot of times, I feel that people who take their life could be empaths, taking on energies of others, and not even realizing what is going on. There’s a lot going on in this world and some just cannot handle it. I do not believe these people burn in hell for eternity. Maybe, they had been burning in hell for eternity already. Death, of course, doesn’t always mean a physical death. There could be a death of habits, a death of a way of being, a death to the old to bring in the new, a death . . . As a Spiritualist, I believe we continue after so-called death. What is your belief system? If you don’t know, study other religions and cultures. Decide what’s best for you. I have had two friends recently leave the earth plane. Neither has visited as of yet. I’m hoping to see them soon. It’s always a comfort. Seeing is Believing. Yes, be sad for your loss. Celebrate the life that was and continues to be. I look forward to hanging out with my family and friends on the higher side when it’s my time. For now, I will Celebrate Life! Blessings of Peace and Love! It is a sure sign that Spirit is up to shenanigans! I have been teaching two online intuition development classes weekly for some time now.
As you can see in the photograph, Spirit was having a good time. I had eight in class and the one square on top is normal. The person in class must sit back in her chair, so the only time we see her face is when it’s her turn to speak. The bottom square has beautifully colored lines. I saw it instead of the student for the whole two-hour class. I mentioned it and asked if anyone else could see her. Apparently, everyone could, but me. A couple of students did see the beautifully colored lines sporadically. I love that! (If you don’t see the photograph, go to my Facebook Fan Page ‘Life in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp – Mayberry It Is’). Backstory: Before I started my in-person phenomenon circle, I made an effort to meet with participants electronically. When the last student signed on, an echo beyond all echoes ensued. The meeting lasted about two minutes. During online classes, we keep our microphones silenced unless we are speaking. In my intermediate/advance class, every time one student went to give her psychic and mediumistic information, I heard a continuous noise. It sounded like a printer printing. The next time Morse Code. I asked the class. They heard it too. She did not. To be true phenomenon, more than one person must see or hear it. This past week Spirit did not disappoint. It was cute because at first everything was perfect and I had to say something, as if Spirit needed a little egging on. I saw them in my back room, swirling about and told the students. One student’s square came through with fragmented pixels, but yet was perfectly fine at the beginning and toward the end of class. In the middle of class, balloons came up in one of the squares where a student just completed giving a short reading to another, as if Spirit applauded the effort. The woman who was to be in the square that showed the beautifully colored lines came to class momentarily this past week. She shared that her father had recently passed away. Her sister sent her a QR code. When she clicked it, there was a recording of her father’s voice. Right after that, she hopped in her car, turned on the radio and her father’s voice channeled through it. Phenomenal! Granted there weren’t two people who heard it. Does it really matter? No, no it does not. It happened. It’s true. I’ve Seen and Heard Some Weird Shit! Hope you have or will too! Happy Experiencing! Pants on fire. Wouldn’t it be great if those who were not telling the truth had their pants catch on fire.
To know me, is to love me. I will not tell a lie. I can’t. It’s not in me. Okay, I will cop to the ‘I love your new shoes’ or ‘I love your new top.’ But when it comes to real-life situations, if you don’t want the truth, don’t ask me. Pot stirrers are the worst. Oh, I’m sure I’ve been there one time or another, especially when I was younger. The other day someone said to me that another person said that it was Lori Carter’s fault, it’s all her doing. Does it bother you when other people lie about you? It’s one thing to not care what other people think about you, but to spread rumors that are not true is totally uncalled for. Perception is a bitch. So, I called the acquaintance in which I’ve known for many years, left a message for him to call me back and when he did not, I called again the next day and left a message to remind him that he knows full well the situation in question was not my doing. It was he, himself, who crossed the line. To take the spotlight off of himself, he placed blame elsewhere. Is this what humanity has come to? Apparently, yes. And it has been this way for a very long time. I just never noticed – living in my own world, keeping to myself for the most part and continuing to do my best, regardless of the circumstance. Backstory: Speaking to another acquaintance the other day, I asked do people treat each other like this everywhere? She said no, it’s different in other places. People are not like this. Well, that was an eye-opener of sorts. I’ve known for some time that I have not found my tribe. Yes, I have a few here and there – one, thousands of miles away and it’s cold. Perhaps, I should look just a little bit more – adventure out more. Here’s a good one: Let’s sweep it under the carpet, no one will notice. Sweeping = Cover-ups. I guess this is just the way the world is going to be now. I won’t buy into it. As for that acquaintance, I did tell him to stop talking about me. Maybe, I just need to stop caring, or better yet, maybe I should walk around with a fire extinguisher (lol). Peace From changing your mood. But with the right person. As if the universe would send me someone not quite right (lol). Reminder: I am in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp.
I went to sign in on the whiteboard for walk-in appointments the other day at the Camp’s Bookstore. I saw a couple of peeps I hadn’t seen in a few, so I decided as I walked back from the Welcome Center, I was going to get a hug. I said, ‘Give Me a Hug.’ Her blue eyes danced as she laughed. We hugged and she said that I was not going to believe this but we, she and a cohort, were just talking about who they would allow in their energy for a hug. Love the Synchronicity! I got a hug from the other woman and then a third from the first. Backstory: I first met that two-hugging friend years ago. We just were not ‘huggy’ friends until about two years into getting to know one another. I said, ‘Give Me a Hug.’ I swear I heard her say to me: ‘Finally.’ It takes me a while to let people in. When I mentioned it to her the other day, she did not recall that. Maybe I just heard what she was thinking. It happens. We chatted about our grandkids and she shared the story as to how her grandson caught his leg between the metal bars of his bed. It was either call the fire department or cut him out herself with a saw. The latter worked. I said crazy my grandson wouldn’t go to sleep and he got his foot stuck between two wooden pieces but we were able to get it out. And then she shared another story that’s not sharable here (lol). We laughed and laughed. Somehow it came to my mind to share a story about this person I see at the gym and this funny little noise I hear when he’s around. It kind of sounds like something R2-D2 would say. Once, there were six or seven people in an area of the gym and everyone heard it to include him. So, I walked by him the other day and I heard it. I know, I know I should have turned around and asked him if he heard that. Can you imagine? (lol) My friend tried to explain it away. I said, ‘No, it was an otherworldly sound.’ More laughter ensued. Before leaving the Bookstore, I picked my stone for the day. It read ‘Hugs & Kisses’ – love it! You know, I shared with my Wednesday night online class and with whomever will listen: ‘Don’t put me on a pedestal because I’m a medium. I won’t let you. I’m a regular person, a Spirit having a human experience, just like you!’ Go ahead, strike up a conversation, just for the sake of it! Blessings of Peace and Love! |
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