FROM THE ETHERS
Everything happens for a reason, and it's because of Natural Law.
I'm sure everyone has heard of the Law of Attraction -- more than likely because of the book "The Secret" many years ago. That book focused on attracting money. However, the law doesn't work like that. Yes, you can focus on making money, but how much. What else were you thinking about? Maybe you were thinking about your daughter too and then she calls. Maybe that money does come around, but not how much you wanted. Now, the Law of Manifestation comes into play.
One never knows what the Law of Attraction will attract. It's why it's imperative that you take care of your thoughts and words. What you put out there comes back to you. And now the Law of Vibration comes into play.
Natural laws are connected to everything. They have been around forever. Aristotle is said to be the father of natural law.
A conversation in a group setting came about recently because someone said another person was dark. I said that I did not attest to darkness. I actually was called out by another using the Law of Duality, which I thought to be odd since I've been working in this field for 17 years. I went with the flow. I do realize that good and less than good exist. However, I do my best not to live in the less the good, or darkness.
Backstory: Long ago I met a woman in class who did not watch television. I thought it to be insane, until I finally turned off the news. People said I lived in my own little bubble. I thought please, I am an intelligent person, I know less than good exists. Why must I live there?
Later on, while mopping my floor, spirit gave me input on the Law of Duality, specifically good vs. less than good. If one looks at good and less than good separately, then there must be good and less than good in each because duality exists in everything. In example, someone sees a man needing food and goes and buys him some, but then boasts about it. Or someone hurts another and feels remorse. And now the Law of Cause and Effect comes into play.
The bottom line is that your vibration will dictate your thought process. It's up to you where you want to live.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
I feel the dreaded countdown coming on already. You know the one -- 283 days until summer of 2022. It officially starts on June 21. Yes, I'm in Florida, so I do subtract 30 days from that date.
I love summer and the days are dwindling. There's a lightness in the air, a subtle change and it's been getting darker and darker earlier and earlier. I even missed the beach last week. I've been going once weekly since early June. I love the summer breeze.
Backstory: I'm from central Wisconsin. Quite a chilly place come wintertime and it seemed to get colder and colder for longer and longer. I always wanted to move to Hawaii. But then I'd spy the weather map and Florida was always sunny. Here I am. I've been here for 30 some odd years.
A couple of years back I walked by a gentleman who said it was too hot out. My reply: It's better than shoveling snow. Yes, it does get brutal hot sometimes and I am thankful and grateful for air conditioning. Somehow, I truly believe if I did not have that I would be fine with finding me some shade.
It's not that I don't like when it gets cooler, nothing under 80 degrees please. I enjoy opening my doors to allow the breeze to flow through. I did put on a pair of jeans for a couple of hours the other morning.
Even the grasshoppers are preparing. I noticed a coupled grasshopper on the screen of my front porch. Looking at it as an animal totem, it tells me to take a leap of faith. I looked up the mating habits of grasshoppers because after three days I wasn't sure if they were still alive. LOL
I thought if I ever moved back to Wisconsin, which is highly unlikely, or to anywhere it is cold, I would have to hibernate. My place would definitely have an entire floor designated as a gym. I'd have to wait to see if the groundhog's shadow would be or not and continue to count the days indoors.
Sept. 22 marks the end of summer. I know, I know I'm in Florida and we should be good for a few more weeks, perhaps another 30 days. I'm holding on. However, I feel summer of 2021 slipping away. I dread that first rain when a cold front follows. There's always Indian Summer, which happens anywhere from Nov. 11 to Nov. 22. After that, when it rains, it gets cold.
I've always threatened to move farther south. For now, I'll continue to enjoy the summer, and start thinking about how I will keep myself warm in this apartment building, which came about in 1896 well before insulation was a thought.
Summer breeze makes me feel fine . . .
I love being a knower. People think I'm cray, cray, but I'm not. I know things. Sometimes I don't know that I know things, but I know them.
Just the other day I was thinking about dirty diapers. I don't know why I thought of this. Yeah, I get that I'm a new grammy and all, but dirty diapers? Later that day my daughter called to say they forgot to wash the diapers before they left town. I chuckled since I already knew this was to come about, but just didn't know when or why. I think knowers know things because they have either saw it in a dream or vision.
Backstory: A couple of years ago I dreamt of a shih tzu and leaned his name was Buddy. I thought it odd because the family pet was a shih tzu by named Missy. The next day I went up to one of the buildings in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp and met a woman with a shih tzu. The name? You guessed it -- Buddy.
Being a knower isn't always the easiest. First, people don't believe you. As I said earlier, sometimes I don't know that I know things. Sometimes I will cry for no apparent reason, but I know something is coming and I probably won't like it.
I have mentioned in a previous blog that I love cloud gazing, and that I see symbols, numbers, even words in them. After going through some stressful situations, I saw the word 'go' in the clouds. I'm good with that, but go where? Show me the signs is what I say. This brought about a daily meditation practice again. It's not that I don't meditate because I do when I'm writing, when I'm working out, when I'm driving, but not sitting in the power daily. Mediation is a necessity.
To meditate, lie down in your bed and place your arms at your side with palms up. Have some music in the background, nothing you know. It's best to set an intention as to what you want to see happen during your meditation -- meet your guides, heal body/mind/spirit, have some peace. Every time you start thinking about what you should be doing rather than meditating, focus on your third eye, the space between your eyebrows, and your breath in and out. If you do five minutes the first day, celebrate. The next day try for 10 minutes. A 20-minute daily meditation practice works for me. Once you become a meditator, you'll be doing much more.
So, when you need an answer, mediate or sleep on it. Also, if you are a knower, never doubt your gift. Leave the doubters behind, or just don't share with them.
I have decided that it's best to just go about my business -- be me, and don't care what other people think. I know I have talked about this in my blog before, but sometimes I need to be reminded. Yes, I tell myself here and there as I go through life. It never really sticks. Why? Because I care way too much.
The tough part is to realize people don't care as much as I do. Yes, I guess they could care about other things, but most times 'it's all about me.' And yes, life should be about me because no one else is going to pay my bills. Who else is going to do for me? I'll tell you who -- family and a few good friends whom I consider family.
I do care about my students. Speaking of students, I just started an eight-week phenomenon circle. We started with transfiguration, which is when your faces changes while sitting in a room with red light. It's very cool. Next week we're sitting in the energy. I cannot wait to see more spirits, lights and hear raps. It's exciting to prove the continuity of life!
I do care about my clients every one of them. I do wanna help and do care so very deeply. I do care about everyone, the collective. I can feel when things go haywire, and I can feel when things go good as well. Sometimes I must block out the world to keep my sanity.
I do care for those people who do not treat me the way I want to be treated, although I do not care for their behavior. I do care for people who break the law because I know somewhere deep down it's a cry for help. People do things because it's what they learned. It is survival mode for some. This is understanding.
I do care about myself. Sometimes, we must put ourselves first, and it's OK when we do. Do not feel guilty about it. Take care of you first, and in the process of taking care of yourself, you ultimately take care of others.
Just once weekly do something for you!
Blessing of Peace and Love!
The third time is the charm. Colby Memorial Temple in Southern Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp is scheduled for a soft opening Aug. 22 with a grand opening on Aug. 29. This will be the third time I have written about it.
First I wrote a press release to be sent out to the media. Next, I wrote a nearly 900-word article for my freelance gig with the Hometown News. Finally, this blog.
Colby Memorial Temple, which is just over 6,000-sqaure-feet, is simply amazing. It's the spiritual center of the community, which is 55 acres and the place I call home.
Backstory: The first time I stepped foot in Colby Memorial Temple it was for a Sunday Service, which still starts at 10:30 a.m. The lecturer for the day comes back later in the service and gives messages proving the continuity of life. I got a message and was told that I would someday be on the platform doing what he was doing. I thought he was crazy.
Sure enough 11 years later there I was speaking at the podium and giving messages. The energy on the podium in remarkable. Imagine, standing there where tens and thousands of other mediums stood since 1923 giving their energy to those who gathered. Trust me when I say it is surreal.
I will be receiving my healing papers on Sept. 5. I will speak about my healing journey in hopes to nudge others on their own healing journey. The interesting thing about healing is you might think you're healed in a particular area, but then something comes up to let you know you are not quite there and to keep going. It's not always the easiest, which makes it worth it.
I am a healer. Always have been.
Back Backstory: When I was around 7 years old, I used to rub my auntie's feet. She always said that my hands were so hot and that I had healing hands. I didn't think much of it then. I was just kid. Who knew? I guess my auntie.
After receiving my papers, I plan on being open one day weekly to be a conduit of the healing energies to assist in healing body/mind/spirit in recipients. Hope to see you!
Healing prayers sent to you, the world and the universe.
I decided this week to walk the streets and hills of Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. Great exercise. Some of the hills are pretty steep. And so I'm on way when I run into someone who has their opinions about certain things. I stopped and listened.
If you don't know this, Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp is filled with psychic mediums. The surrounding community, the City of Cassadaga, has a hotel and several shops that are filled with psychics.
This gentleman made this comment: 'I'm going to open my own shop and put you all out of business because I will give free readings. You don't charge people when using your gifts.'
I thought this man to be ludicrous. He would not let me get a word in edgewise. I finally walked away.
In my mind, I think, 'I am a writer. This is one of my gifts. Does this mean I should not be paid for what I write? I don't think so.' Same as when a hairdresser cuts your hair -- most people get paid for this. You offer a service, you get paid. Bottom line: To live, we need money.
Furthermore, I spent thousands of dollars through the years to hone my gifts. I have sat in psychic mediumship classes as well as other classes since 2004. Not to mention, the thousands of hours spent in mediation. I have worked with Spirit to help others and to help myself. When you grow your gifts, you grow spiritually as well.
I believe that helping others is part of everyone's life lesson. On many occasions, I have gifted readings to those I know don't have the money to pay.
My final thoughts to that gentleman -- go ahead and open that shop. I hope you do well.
You know what I haven't had lately? A reading. It's been quite a while. It's not that I really need one, but it would be nice.
When you're a psychic medium, no one wants to give you a reading. I'm not really sure why because I love to give psychic mediums readings. They are so open to the process that I really don't have to work for it.
Then, there are those few who watch way too much television. I'm not saying the Long Island Medium or others don't have the talent. I just don't like the way they work. I would never go up to a stranger and say their grandmother in the spirit world is standing next to them. Ugh. Or how many times did it take to get that perfect shot for the television viewing audience, or the perfect response.
Backstory: When I first came to Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp, I used to get spirit greetings from mediums who worked the podium either at Sunday Service or Sunday Afternoon Service (Grove). I loved that.
These days, I'll get a reading once in a while, but everyone knows me and has an idea as to what I'm up to. Can you imagine living in a community of psychic mediums? Yes, I do my best to keep to my own business -- sometimes psychic hits just happen. I do not go running up to my colleague and tell them what to do. I keep it inside and if they want to share, they can, or if they need help, they will ask.
A couple of weeks ago I did a story on a local restaurant owner. She offers various types of food and tarot card readings. After the story ran, I called to set up an appointment and said that I would pay full price. I did not nor have I ever expected anything from anyone after doing a story on them. She said she would. Time went by and I learned that she was afraid to do a reading for me. Why? Because I'm a psychic medium in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. I nearly begged and said, 'You know two things about me. I'm a writer and psychic medium.' She agreed. To this day nothing.
The next best thing -- continue my daily meditation practice and get readings from my guides.
Maybe someday. . .
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!
Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.