FROM THE ETHERS
Healing is the highest form of mediumship. Yes, mediums heal, but healers are a conduit of the healing energies. Healers allow the energies to flow through them to the recipient for body/mind/spirit healing. We healers have faith that the healing needed will take place, maybe not when we think it should but in Divine Order. Incidentally, I am also a Reiki Practitioner Level II and Arcing Light Teacher.
Backstory: Shortly after becoming a Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp Certified Healer, I didn’t realize to offer a hands-on healing session to a client who received a reading. It didn’t occur to me because I had been doing readings for nearly four years and just started healing. I found the woman in the parking lot and asked if she wanted to come back to my office for a healing. She said next time.
Since then, I have had a couple of other appointments. I sit and talk with the client about what healing is and how it works. Then, I tell them where I will be placing my hands – on the shoulders, fingertips touching the temples and the rest of my hand covering the ears and hands hovering over the crown chakra.
During this healing, I could feel my third eye opening. I thought it to be odd since I was always told that giving messages during a healing was a no-no. I went with the flow. Next thing I knew a woman came to me. I heard the words ‘mother’ and ‘spine.’
After the healing, I sat with the client for a few minutes. We talked of a couple of books about so-called death that I like to recommend – ‘The Blue Island,’ which is a free PDF online, and ‘The Afterlife of Billy Fingers: How My Bad-Boy Brother Proved to Me There’s Life After Death.’
I finally asked if it was OK to share the person who came to me in Spirit. He said it would be fine. I described the woman, which was his mother. She had a spine condition. I was so amazed.
You know, they say we can heal ourselves. All we must do is ask for it, receive it and believe it. At night before you go to bed, say a little prayer asking for body/mind/spirit healing from the universe and put your hands on yourself. Finally, thank the universe for the healing when you awaken.
Many Blessings of Healing!
So be it!
What does that truly mean? Live in the exact moment that is happening now, now, now, now. . .
If we live in the Now, how can we truly evolve? We would always live in the same state of being, the present.
Interesting enough, when I’m doing readings, Spirit sometimes shows me the rearview mirror – looking into the past. Have you ever noticed how small it is compared to the windshield?
If we live in the present there is no rearview mirror or windshield (the road ahead) – just the Now.
The rearview mirror is needed to remind us of where we have been and to compare it to where we are Now, in the present, and ultimately where we see ourselves in the future. Do we blindly move forward without a plan? When we do, it becomes unorganized and somewhat of a chaos. Another interesting thought, 'Is the present chaos?'
We need a rearview mirror at the very least to be reminded of the lessons learned, so that we can change where we are going.
The Now is a place someone may need to be because they have not healed, or they do not want to make decisions about their future. It’s OK. When they are ready to heal or plan the future, they will.
The present does provide peace in the moment.
If you’re truly living in the Now, is there anything else? Or is it a façade that keeps you in balance, a type who perches himself on the fence, not able to make a move. The fence is a great place to be, a place to remain stuck.
Maybe some people are stuck in the past. Again, there’s a reason why that rearview mirror is so small. It’s OK to glance back but do your best not to live there.
If we don’t have the past, and only the present, how do we grow? Some may say if we are in the Now, we do not need to be reminded of the past. Erasing the past may affect our future. But if we’re in the present, the future doesn’t exist.
Is ignorance bliss?
This marks the third year I have been posting this weekly blog. I have enjoyed writing them and hoped they are enjoyed by you.
I came up with the idea last month to read some of my blogs at Sunday Lyceum, also known as adult Sunday school, in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. I’ll be at it again this Sunday. It’s been interesting taking a glance back. After reading quite a few of them, I wondered what I haven’t covered. It came to me.
I bought this beautiful multi-colored piece of fluorite from a shop in Edgewater. I spied it the first time I was there, but this time I had to know the price. The 4-pound beauty’s resting spot is next to my half geode, the size of a large melon. The crystals are between and off to the side of my reading chair and the client’s chair.
The fluorite changed the whole vibe to my reading area. I forgot it was there and then realized later in the day. I felt like I had a new guide assisting with my readings, perhaps, I do.
When I was at the shop, I was told fluorite helps with bones. Oh, I so need that. And then I was told it helps to clear negative energy, another definite need. Sage is still my go-to.
The card that came with it states: ‘Fluorite is a protective and stabilizing stone, useful for grounding and harmonizing spiritual energy. Fluorite heightens mental abilities, assisting in rapid organization and processing of information, and can bring mental clarity and stability to an otherwise chaotic situation. Fluorite absorbs negative energies from the environment.’
I also bought a couple of bracelets – one blue and white (sodalite) and the other purple (amethyst) – for myself and my daughter. She chose the purple, and I knew she would. When I saw the bracelets, I instantly thought of the wooden rocking chairs on my porch. I spray-painted them blue, closest to my front door, and purple, closest to my daughter’s front door.
You know what else I bought for myself – gray fuzzy slippers. If I haven’t mentioned it before, my place gets chilly in the winter. My apartment building came about around 1896, no insulation here. I showed my daughter and she shared she just ordered slippers for herself.
I might just buy a television, not that I watch much, but it sure would be nice to have a screen bigger than my laptop. Oh, and then maybe a couch, if I could only fit it in somewhere. It’s odd doing for me. I kind of like it.
Give yourself permission to do for you. It’s easy to forget sometimes.
Peace and Love!
Is all you really need. My little circle includes family and a handful of friends, and we hold one another up. We surely love one another. We support one another’s goals. We applaud successes and we give hugs when needed. It doesn’t mean there aren’t conflicts, ultimately lessons, between one another.
In our little circle, we have individual relationships that affect the whole of it. Situations that go on within your inner circle are known to everyone in the circle, either in the 3D or through energy. I know it’s true. You may ask why I know it to be true? Personal experience.
The other day I had the pleasure of being with my grandson who is 4 months old. Boy time flies. I have some inflammation issues going on and am on the mend. He knew it on some level.
That night, right before bedtime Royce was a little fussy. I took him through his routine. Finally, we sat in the rocking chair and with his binky, he started to settle. He glanced at me one more time, as if to be sure it was me, straightened his little left arm, reached for my chest, and placed his hand on my heart. I was amazed. I lightly put my hand over his and accepted the healing. He went straight to sleep.
Remember, all you truly need is family, a handful of close friends and the connections they offer. Build your circle and raise the vibration and then bring your little circle to the next level to affect an even bigger part of the whole.
Keep going! Don’t give up!
Winter is here! It feels like 45 but is 50 degrees. No gym this morning. I lingered under the blanket – hence the lateness of my blog. I had a group reading yesterday in my office.
One of the mediums here in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp had a family emergency and asked if I would take his group reading, which included four people. I said I would even though I’ve never done such a thing. He was grateful and said he loved me, and I said I loved him too.
The day started out just a little crazy. A package that was supposed to arrive Tuesday still hadn’t come. The good news I tracked it to Lake Helen Post Office. Then I spied the mail from my dentist office. I saw it coming. However, the bill was a little more than expected. I thought this is not a good start to the day. After an hour of spinning my wheels, I called a friend.
We joked a bit about the four people coming for a reading. Our conversation was interrupted by a phone call for another reading. Turns out four people wanted 30-minute readings. I didn’t have time. You guessed it – they asked for a group reading. I called my friend and we howled.
Guess what? Those group readings were the bomb. I loved it. They loved it. Both groups were family related (grateful for that) and women. Of course, they had gifts as well. The energy in my office was booming. As I described Spirit coming through, it was intriguing to watch four people think as to who it could be. One time a person knew the Spirit, and another said no it couldn’t be. I said wait a minute this Spirit came through for her then because she recognized. Everyone agreed. I learned so much from these readings. Thank you Spirit!
Change is good, and now I will continue with group readings with those who are family related.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
Screams – screeching screams echoed through the main street of Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. They were coming from Hotel Cassadaga, which opened its haunted hotel last night and will continue for two more nights if you’re looking to get a little scare on.
Why do people want to be scared? I can’t even watch scary movies. The last one I saw was ‘Pet Cemetery.’ It was about 20 years ago, and it gave me nightmares for more than a month. To this day, scary movies are out.
To dull the sound, I normally flip on my air conditioning. It was too cold last night. I waited for last call at 11 p.m.
The situation last night was that long line that reached down into the Spiritualist Camp, a normally peaceful community. Incidentally, I do have a Facebook Page named ‘Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp – Mayberry It Is.’ And it’s true, this is Mayberry.
It does seem just a tad bit rowdier than ‘normal.’ Perhaps, it has something to do with people being restricted for the past two years. I’ve had the honor of Halloween weekend for four years, some much longer than that.
Backstory: I so loved Halloween – the costumes were a struggle. I’m not the sewing type, but I always took the kids trick-or-treating in the neighborhood. As they got older, Halloween Horror Nights at Universal Studios was the place to be.
Now it’s less than 100 feet from my front door. This here in Cassadaga is a ruckus. The Spiritualist Camp did its thing – Fall Fest, which included mini readings. I do know how to have fun – I dressed as a witch with long white hair, a pointy hat, a pair of boots and broom. The camp also did tours last night and will tonight and Sunday night. People will be taking photos in hopes to capture orbs, also known as Spirit. I can hear the clicking of the cameras, now. LOL
Two more nights to go and then peace will reign, at least in my neck of the woods. Really, I’m not a fuddy-duddy. I know how to have a good time. It’s just not this.
I stayed at my daughter’s home for five days to take care of our Rey Rey, a 6-year-old Husky English Shepherd. She stole my heart long before my beautiful grandson, who is closing in on four months old.
I spoil Rey Rey worse than any grandchild. I always stop to buy her special treats. This week I brought extra. While standing at the doorway, I heard Rey Rey whimpering, poor baby. I said, ‘You’re OK, grammy is here.’ I hurried to open the door. She was drooling but settled down quickly.
Backstory: When I get to my daughter’s, I pay attention to my Rey Rey first. I give her a good body rub and treats; then throw around one of her green balls. There are many.
After a couple of days, I realized her green balls weren’t around. I even got on my knees and looked under everything. Finally, I sent a private message to my daughter to ask where they were. No idea. We suffered without them.
Did I mention my son-in-law has this huge, big screen TV? Nice, right? I had zero problems with the remote. I guess I’m not that old, yet. LOL. I did have a spot of an issue with the volume but only for a moment.
I spent three days at the beach, which is only three miles away. Yes, it is still summer in Florida. Thank goodness for that.
One day while on the way inside, I noticed one of Rey Rey’s green balls in the front yard near the property line, but on my daughter’s side. I just love how that showed up. We played for a good hour. Spirit heard me asking for that ball. Or was it just the Law of Attraction bringing it to me. Either way, it just doesn’t get any better than that.
The last night I was there Rey Rey got into bed with me and started gagging like animals do before they throw up. I pushed her out of bed just in time but had to clean up the mess on the floor. No more cookies – I mean it!
The other day my daughter, Sydney, and I took our bundle of joy, Royce, for a walk in his stroller. One of the elderly ladies in the community said, ‘You know, that little one has been in your family before.’
My daughter and I agreed. Long before that day Sydney had mentioned how Royce had grandpa’s ears. I looked and decided she was correct. A few weeks later my daughter shared that Royce rolls to his side to sleep. You guessed it – grandpa, my dad, almost always slept on his side.
And then there’s the obsession that I must see Royce as much as I can. Yes, this could be because he’s my first grandchild. It’s more than that, though. I just feel this pull toward him. My dad was very important in my life. I cried hysterically 20 years before he died about his death.
Royce and I have a grand connection.
Backstory: Sydney was in the Camp giving readings and was about eight months pregnant. She was having Braxton Hicks contractions. My massage therapist had just arrived. I was concerned. Sydney said she just wanted to get home to her husband. She left. I got on the table. I saw a smudge on the floor that looked like a heart. Next thing I knew I saw red hearts fluttering up toward me. Did I mention my grandson has the gifts?
The day I received my healing papers I was chatting with Royce on the bed in the backroom of my place. He had this huge grin on his face and belly laughed – his first one. My dad had a great sense of humor, and a laugh that will not be forgotten.
Perhaps, Royce got a bit of grandpa’s DNA, or maybe just maybe it is my dad coming back to give me and others life lessons. Royce is a fire sign as am I. My daughter, a Cancer, Cancer rising with a Capricorn moon, said, ‘Don’t forget you’re both fire signs.’ I said without missing a beat, ‘No worries. You have plenty of water to put the fire out.’ Incidentally, my dad’s a Capricorn.
People look at Royce to say who he looks like. It’s what we do when we see babies. It’s what people did with Sydney. My dad said, ‘She looks like Sydney.’ I said the same: ‘He looks like Royce.’ Some things never change.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
There’s one week left of the phenomenon circle. I have been teaching seven students for the past seven weeks. Last week was even more phenomenal than the table tipping week. We did transfiguration, the changing of the face, for two hours.
Earlier in the day before class was to start, I was invited over to pick out some books that lined the walls in my friend’s woo-woo room. She left this plane of existence just over a month ago. I have to say it was little strange going into her place. I felt her energy briefly. She wouldn’t be one to hang around too long because adventure awaits.
Backstory: This woman has always been there for me. The first time I was in her woo-woo room physically I told her that I had seen the place before in my dreams, so it was really the second time I had been there. During another visit, I saw my first Orb with a man’s face within it when we were having a conversation. Oh, the stories I could tell.
I picked out some books. Her husband went to get a couple of boxes. I found some old-time tarot cards and divinity cards. It was super strange taking her things. It felt good to have them, though. I brought them home and sat in my desk chair, which she gave to me eight years ago.
I went to the séance room a couple of hours before class to prepare the room. I brought flowers and lit sage and said a prayer. I hoped my friend would somehow make an appearance. We took turns sitting in the chair that has a large rectangular mirror above it. The mirror provides a place to see Spirit as well as other phenomena going on in the room.
As soon as the first person sat, the room went wild. First a fluorescent blue outline shaped like a diamond appeared on the mirror, as if to say the show was on. Everyone saw it, which makes it true phenomenon. And then fluorescent blue orbs filled the air for about 15 to 20 minutes. Everyone saw them. It was truly amazing. And then a huge bang was heard. I knew it had to be my friend. I was thankful for her presence.
To top that off, a few days later one of my friends stopped by and I told her of the happenings. As I shared the story, at least 30 Spirits filled the room to hear it. I know darn well one of them was my friend.
We Spiritualists have phenomenon circles, do table tipping and transfiguration to prove the continuity of life. We never die. We are on a continuous journey.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
The other day I saw an armadillo. In Native-American medicine, the armadillo is about boundaries, setting appropriate boundaries. It’s not the easiest thing to do, especially when you just wanna get along and help others.
The issue is not everyone wants to get along. They live for drama; they stir the pot, or just want you to fit in a box that works for them. I can’t have that in my life anymore. I finally had enough of people’s behavior toward me, so I’m in the process of setting appropriate boundaries, which takes courage.
People don’t like it when you change because now, they must change their ways. Most people do not like change. Change is constant. Do what’s best for you. You must take care of yourself.
Backstory: It’s been a hot summer and since l slimmed down some, I’m fitting nicely into summer dresses. Someone felt it appropriate to let me know that my dresses were too short and that I should wear pants under them. They are at my knee, and one is a ¼ of an inch above my knee. I stood my ground and said that they were appropriate and pointed out others who wore shorter attire. Later in the day this person took a public swipe at me, which I did not allow. I stood my ground.
My boundaries are now set with this person and others because news carries quickly. Trust me when I say it took courage. I have plenty.
Back, backstory: When I worked as a staff writer at a newspaper, I covered city and county meetings. I learned a certain amount of courage when I walked to the press table, which was normally up front between those running the meeting and those who had business on the agenda. There’s no cowering there. You gotta own it!
The below came up on my Facebook timeline as memories:
‘Keep hanging out with yourself until you are you again’ – unknown
‘Sweet girl, it wasn’t that you weren’t enough, it’s your energy . . .it asks others to rise-up, and not everyone is willing to go where they would grow’ – butterflies rising
‘Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes’ – William Gibson
Sometimes being reminded of who we are is the kick-start we need to make change. Find the courage to be you!
Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.