FROM THE ETHERS
You know what? The smell of a newborn baby is divine. I met my grandson in the physical on Thursday. He was just under one day old. My heart is full, and I never thought it could be fuller than that day I met my daughter for the first time all those years ago.
I first met my grandson, Royce Atticus, while he was tucked away in his mommy's belly. In the first several months of pregnancy my daughter had real bad headaches, so a couple of times I sent her healing. On one occasion I saw the little one with a blue cap on. We all know what that means. Boy!
So, the week leading up to his appearance, I did my best to give my daughter space. Each day I wondered if it would be the day. You have to remember that my daughter and I are psychic, so even if I tried to be nonchalant about it, she would know. 'I'm still pregnant,' were always her first words when I called or sent a private message. On a side note, I did get the psychic hit that the number 8 would be associated with his birth. He was born July 28 and his name in numerology is an 8.
Unbeknownst to me (but more than likely knew on some level), I sent a text to her while she was in labor. It was just before I went to heal at a regular service in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. The response was, 'I have a headache. I'm lying down.' I responded that I would send healing, so I sat, focused on her energy and sent healing. You guessed it -- I saw the little one again. This time he was moving up and down. I came out of the session and asked a couple of friends in the spirit world to go be with my daughter.
The next day on the way home from the gym, I got the call. i was elated. I arrived at her home around 3 p.m. I saw the baby bundled on his daddy's chest and took a photo. 'Look at that smile,' my son-in-law said. I greeted Rey Rey, an English Shepherd that stole my heart three years ago. She got her usual love and treats from me. I went to see my daughter and the crew followed. I held that baby for quite some time. We took more photos of the first precious day. The new parents pointed out the tiny bump on Royce's forehead. They said it means that he was kissed by an angel. I believe it!
Later, I smelled that baby on my clothing for hours, even shared the smell with one of my friends. She loved it, too! I thought I might wear my T-shirt to bed. Hahaha. I finally did wash my hands in the morning. I so cannot wait to see him again, and of course the rest of the crew,
My heart is full -- love is all we need
Love, Love, Love
I love my Mayberry.
I took a ride on I-4 the other day. It was 7:30 a.m. I had an appointment in Lake Mary at 8. I thought I might be late because of a traffic jam, so I started repeating my prosperity affirmations and did so most of the way.
I really don't know how people drive that drive every day. It must be stressful at times, but then I think it could just be automatic and mundane. Perhaps, people turn into zombies. I surely appreciated my Mayberry for those 30 minutes and wished to be there. The ride home was fine; it was just after 9 a.m.
Safely tucked away in my Mayberry now, I realize we all have a Mayberry, something that allows us to be, to be in the present. Look for that Mayberry and do your best to spend time there, perhaps, writing, meditating, walking -- whatever gives you peace.
I am normally mindful as to when I venture out of my Mayberry. It's because I feel the chaos of it all, even though I have learned to block it out. I do wonder at times what people are doing when driving. I send love and light and put protection around vehicles and their drivers.
Backstory: I was once that mad woman flipping people the bird when they cut me off. Cursing or having conversations with the air directed at the latest craziness of a driver does no good.
I flip people the peace sign now.
In addition to prosperity affirmations, I sometimes say, 'Sending out the white light followed by the pink fog of love to everywhere I go before I arrive.' Oh, I love that.
Sending healing white light to all of humanity!
They said put your crystals in the moonlight, cleanse them. Oh yeah, that was the right thing to do.
As some of you know, I have anywhere from 30 to 40 crystals on my dresser top. They move and have always moved. Heck the candles got into the act as well, so I was like OK, let’s give them some moonlight.
On the last full moon, I took my crystals and carefully placed them on the dashboard of my car and hoped this would help.
Backstory: In the middle of the night, I could see Spirit standing over the end of the dresser closest to my bed. Another time I saw golden light swirling in front of the dresser. No, I was not dreaming. I posted pics periodically of the crystal movements for a year or two. Friends decided to set their own crystals, take pics and wait. They still wait.
This time I decided to declutter the dresser top by removing dried flowers and a necklace. I placed crystals around one of the candles but not the other. A day or two went by when I noticed movement, three crystals journeyed at least four inches. The candle moved again, so I placed a few crystals in front of it, which did not stop its journey. Finally, I put up my I AM Presence posters on the wall above the dresser. I figured it wouldn’t hurt.
I spoke with my daughter: ‘Those crystals are still moving and the candle too.’
Daughter: ‘Crystals move, mom.’
‘My friends’ setup their own crystals and not one of them has reported a thing.’
Daughter: ‘You live in a building that’s over 100 years old.’
‘True, plus I’m in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp, which has been around since 1894.’
The answer came to me, at least for today – it does make a difference as to where you are located, but it is truly about my energy – your energy. Remember that!
Peace and Love!
She loved her Auntie Adeline. She had turned 105 a few weeks before her crossing to the higher side of life. She and her sisters got to see her favorite auntie before she left the earth plane. It was almost like she waited.
Backstory: The speakeasy of a home was the same as it had always been those many years ago. She used to visit with her siblings and parents during the holidays. There was the piano with pedals near the floor and a circular stool in one corner and a fireplace across from it that was never lit. Her costume jewelry hung on a prong in the bathroom, waiting for us to play grown-up. Auntie worked at a bank when the safes were in the basement. She always had chocolate coins covered with gold wrapping. They were held together with a gold mesh bag.
She thought of those days with happiness. As the years went by, she sent Christmas cards but not much other communication. That is until she started taking mediumship classes.
Backstory: While on her journey as a medium, she received messages from other students. It was fun to call her auntie afterward to see who may have come in for a visit. Auntie always knew who they were. It was such fun to learn about ancestors, plus it was like a game that kept her mind sharp.
And so, she received a private message on Facebook about auntie’s passing from her cousin, who’s auntie’s daughter. She carried the news to her sisters. As she wrote the text message, she stopped at auntie to recall how to spell her first name and then saw another name pop-up, Helen. She was floored. That was auntie’s sister’s name. She left the earth plane a few years earlier at 101. Still in awe, she contacted her cousin right away. It’s when she learned that auntie was calling her sister’s name, Helen, for days and had dreams of her. It was comforting for us to know they were together again.
She just knows that life continues after this 3D world. She just knows loved ones on the higher side are always around, listening, helping, guiding. She just knows that the universe is one and all is connected. There’s no doubt in her mind.
Change is continuous. She decided to paint her floor an Autumn Blue. It still glows and is illumined. She brought in new rugs as well – different blues with gold and white stripes throughout the rectangular shape. The circular rug has blotches of turquoise, purple, gold and white, seemingly floating about. The energy has changed.
It took a few days to adjust. She started readings again. She felt her third eye and crown chakras gearing up for the reads. During her last reading, the client kept looking at her forehead. Finally, the medium asked, ‘What are you looking at? Is there something on my forehead?’ The client replied, ‘No, your forehead and crown chakra look golden.’ The medium felt it. It was surreal.
The next day another client came in. Same thing. This time toward the end of the reading the client said she resonated with the golden Egyptian busts of King Tut and Nefertiti that rest on the floor and look toward the reading chairs. In that instant a spark of white light, like lightening, flashed through the room. They both saw it. And then another flash. They sat in amazement.
After sharing the stories with her daughter, who sometimes does readings in the same space, the medium learned of another happening. During a reading, the string that controls the light and fan clicked as if someone was trying to switch it on or off, which got everyone’s attention.
Just before the full moon, she placed her crystals on the dashboard of her vehicle. That too changed the vibration of her place. They are still deciding where they want to be on the dresser top.
Also, she has four faux rocks that were once grey. They rest on the lawn in front of the building as to greet those who come in. Each has one word etched on them – LOVE, HOPE, FAITH, JOY. After someone painted black lines on them, she decided for a complete change. Bright colors – pink, turquoise, purple and yellow with gold colored lettering. When her friend was painting them, an energy blasted through her house. Upstairs her golf clubs were ‘dropped’ in the middle of her room. She said it shook her house for a moment.
Backstory: Those faux rocks once belonged to Rev. Ben Cox. He was quite the fella – white colored hair pulled back into a single ponytail. He wore gold wire rimmed glasses, which added to his intellectual persona.
On the way over to her friend’s house, she waited for another vehicle to cross the road. The driver insisted that she go first. As she drove by, she saw someone who looked exactly like her teacher and friend. It made her do a double take. She hoped he liked the change.
She decided change is inevitable. It can be embraced or not. It’s a choice.
The three-hour trip from Tampa to Volusia County proved to be the true moments of healing and growing spiritually, rather than the entire two weeks she was gone – taking a trip down memory lane with family. Yes, she still had plenty of growth and healing at her disposal during those two weeks, but those three hours ripped at her soul.
It was to be a time of sharing, a time of putting her life back into perspective once again. She knew it was needed to evolve, to move forward to the next level. She put those childhood memories to rest while waiting to be picked up from the airport. Sharing would be one of the last steps to finally nailing that coffin closed.
The rainy weather was symbolic of what was yet to come. A sore spot was ripped open when another involved themselves uninvited into her life. Words were spoken. She sat in the backseat stifling her cries as tears streamed down her face while life as she knew it was picked apart. Once home, the real tears poured as if to wonder if this was her space. The kitchen was amiss – plumbing in repair. She said, ‘This is supposed to be my home. What has come of it?’
She came to realize that she knew all along what was waiting for her. It’s one of her gifts, seeing the future, although not always recalling it, but implanted in her being. The day before she drove to her last destination. It was raining and tiring. She began to bite her nails, something she had not done in many years, nervous energy filled the space. She knew something was around the corner but what? It never took long for ‘it’ to unfold.
Alone at last, she crawled into bed, cried tears until they were dry and realized she had to stop being critical – critical of herself and critical of others. Knowing what is no longer serving self is half the battle; now she had to recognize and curb that behavior learned from long ago. The wooden floors, which were painted a bright light blue, glowed in illumination, and wrapped around her into a restful slumber.
The next day she felt somewhat refreshed and thought it was time to do some readings, to help others. On the way to put her name on the board, she saw someone yet again had invaded her space – someone painted her beloved faux rocks that were once her teacher’s, the Rev. Ben Cox, who is on the higher side of life. She stopped in her tracks and cried. It was not yet time to serve others.
Earlier in the day she saw several ducks, an occurrence that happened the previous days as well. Instead of going to her regular animal totem site, she asked Siri. The answer: ‘Get control of your emotions.’ Signs are everywhere. On top of her own life path, she is an empath, feels the emotions of others in the community – cities, states, worlds and universes. She went to nature to rejuvenate; something that must be done on a regular basis, not only for herself, but so she can help others. And then there’s ice cream and good music.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
Vacation time is fabulous, especially when there is no one to answer to, although sometimes we must answer to ourselves.
She saw her sisters for the first time in seven years, which was at their mother’s funeral. They talked on the phone and kept up with one another. She couldn’t wait to see them, hug them, reminisce; still some worry crept in – going back home isn’t always the easiest.
They fell back in time, stopped at their 105-year-old auntie’s home, a place of wonderful childhood memories – the piano with foot pumps just above the floor and a circular stool rested in the same spot from 45 years earlier. The fireplace sat dormant as well. The costume jewelry hung on the same wooden peg in the bathroom. She recalled playing with the beads for hours. Love those memories. Her favorite cousin was there, too. She rattled off family history to carry on to the next generations. Hugs are just so good.
She went by the old neighborhoods and stopped at the neighbor’s who loved her mother and father so very much. Each shared new news and then remembered the corn roasts that were had just about every year she visited. One year she brought oysters and the neighbor shared that the shells still get tilled up in the garden on occasion. Hugs are just so good.
A Friday night fish fry at the regular haunt is a must. She was connected to that place for oh so many years in her young adulthood. She shot pool and played softball for the family-owned tavern for many years. She also was a server for that same Friday night fish fry.
Backstory: She first served up a Friday night fish fry at Paul and Plautz Bar, no longer there. When the work was done, she and her friends sat at a tabletop, played poker for quarters, dimes and nickels and drank beer until their little bit of money was gone.
Those were the days. Sometimes she would play bingo with her sister and father. She went again to spend time with her older sister. They reminisced about those days too.
She was reminded by her brother-in-law that all families are not the same. It’s sometimes hard to remember this. It’s also super hard to remember that everyone has their own perception of what went down, when and where. She let go of her own perceptions and let it be. She promised to move forward and to remember that everyone has a story they live by and that’s OK.
She decided not to be so hard on herself.
So, yep I’m not in Florida anymore – no palm trees. I’ve been on vacation for four days. Obviously, vacation does not mean that I stop writing – writers are always writing. It’s true, rarely do I go a day without writing or having a thought about what to write.
The first leg of my trip is being spent with a childhood friend in LaCrosse, Wisc. Her name is Lori, too. We went canoeing – no worries about alligators here. We did reach 100 degrees on one day. Her children are coming to see me with their babies. I’m so excited for this.
Backstory: Lori and I used to take road trips from Rothchild to LaCrosse. Back then the weather had no bounds for us. One time we made the trip in the wintertime to see her grandma and grandpa. He had selective hearing, which was hysterical. We got stuck in the bank after unintentional donuts on the highway near the Mississippi River. I had to push us out. Craziness!
It is way different here in Wisconsin. I’m sleeping on a couch, and I love it. I haven’t had a couch in I cannot remember how many years. And her two dogs, Cora and Esperanza are a mix of breeds, but with herding tendencies. They haven’t completely warmed up to me, which is odd. Canines are my friends. They have not taken a bite out of my arse, yet, although it’s been close. They do take cookies from me though. It gives me hope.
The craziest of things is, and I try not to get political in my blogs, Fox News is running almost every day here. If you recall, I do not watch the news, so it’s been a bit of an adjustment for me. My friend said, ‘It’s like NASCAR waiting for a wreck to happen.’ LOL
The Blue Angles are in LaCrosse for an airshow this weekend. They’ve been practicing. When we hear them coming, we run outside to look. Simply amazing. I have tried my darndest to get that perfect pic. Be sure that I have seen some amazing tricks. Can’t wait for the show.
This morning there’s a bit of a chill to the air. I sat in the backyard under a canopy relaxing and enjoying the scene. I noticed, yes, I looked for the signs, there are many birds – cardinals, pigeons, robins and morning doves. Birds generally symbolize freedom. I am free, and so are you!
P.S. I just checked my Facebook Page and a friend messaged me with a song reorganized by Lee Greenwood – ‘God Bless the U.S.A,’ and I heard the word ‘freedom.’ Love the synchronicity of that!
It’s Mercury Retrograde, and I’m OK with it – pretty much always have been. I was born during Mercury Retrograde, so I’m immune. My friends tease it’s why I am the way I am. LOL.
Supposedly, all things to do with communication, travel and electronic gadgets not working correctly are areas associated with the retrograde. Electronic gadgets have not always worked properly when I’m around them regardless of what Mercury is doing.
The thought has occurred to me that other people’s beliefs about Mercury Retrograde could make a difference in my world.
Have I mentioned that I’m a freelance writer for a newspaper? Deadlines are real. This week I had been trying to get three articles written before I head out for a two-week vacation. This involves getting interviews with three sources for each story. I did get one story done for this week. I have two interviews done for the one story, which will suffice, but there’s this last one. It’s about stabilizing designated shoreline areas of the Blue Spring Run, repairing undermined and collapsed banks. Hundreds of manatees make it their home during the winter months. The project is part of an initiative of Governor Ron DeSantis. I reached out on Monday to a project manager at Florida Fish and Wildlife. I left a couple of messages during the week. He finally called me Friday afternoon to let me know that he could not talk to me until he got permission. I said that I need the story by Monday. He said he would do his best and apologized for the late response because “it’s been a week.” I said to myself no kidding. I’m still waiting to hear back from someone at Blue Spring, which is about ten minutes from me in Orange City. It’s OK because I can always go knock on that door.
As for my travels plans, I had no idea it was going to be Mercury Retrograde when I bought the tickets. It is said that plans made prior to the retrograde will be fine. Guess what? All will be fine regardless because I believe it will be.
There has been one snafu around my travel plans – one of my sisters forgot about other plans made on a couple of nights I was supposed to sleep at her house. Instead, I’ll be sleeping at my other sister’s place those nights. No big deal. On second thought, Mercury Retrograde can be about looking at the past. This could get dicey. LOL. It’s best to just go with the flow.
I saw this while scrolling on Facebook: “Be so aligned, not even Mercury Retrograde can phase you” – SD
I went clothes shopping Friday and had a fabulous time. I went by myself. I sure have come a long way when it comes to clothes shopping. It’s interesting to take a look at something and how your habits have changed through the years.
Backstory: I hated shopping when I was kid. My mother didn’t like taking me either. Who could blame her? I was always so picky as to what I would wear. It had to feel right on my skin.
If I had it my way, I’d wear blue jeans (pants and shorts), T-shirts and flip-flops daily. Of course, there’s always winter – yes, even in Florida.
Through the years, I went shopping with various friends, all who had their own style, and thought it would look good on me. Same with friends who thought they could fix my natural curly hair. LOL.
There was one friend who helped me find my style. We had such a good time shopping. She said to me one time that she now liked shopping again because of me. Imagine that! After she left the earth plane, I did not go shopping for a long time. So, to go by myself and like it is quite the accomplishment.
Oh, and guess what? I bought these adorable giraffe onesies for the baby. Shopping with my daughter and grandbaby (ies?) will be fabulous.
Time changes everything!
Blessings of Peace and Love!
Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.