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There’s always another side to it, not to bring in the obvious. . .
I have silver insulation lining my windows these days. When they first went up, I was excited to keep the cold out, still am. In fact, I thought it to be a bonus to assist with keeping unwanted energy out. I was relieved for the added protection. I’ve been residing in an apartment building that came about in 1896. No insulation. People chuckle when I say I’m freezing since I’m in Florida. It’s a wet cold is all I can say. This is like my sixth or seventh winter in this place. I asked the landlords to weatherproof. They did. There’s also no central air or heat. I do have an awesome plug-in heater or two and two air conditioners. I am thankful and grateful. The cooling system seems to be much easier on the pocketbook. The first winter was brutal. Backstory: I had two heaters running 24/7 for days and it was barely warm. I noticed the windows had 2-inch spaces, allowing the outside coldness to come in. I stuffed old towels in the spaces. My electrical bill was like $120. We’ve been what I consider cold for a good four or five weeks straight, not just one or two days here and there. It started in December. My electric bill was $75, which was considerably less than a neighbor’s who does not have insulated windows and is smaller. The downside: There’s no sunlight in my place unless the doors are open. Is that a bad thing? Yes and no. It’s a little depressing. I thought about taking them down the other day because we’re in a stretch of warmer weather. Choices? Winter will be over soon. Seems kind of mundane, my life as a Spiritualist psychic medium, healer and teacher. Perhaps, this is the point of the blog. I’m just like you. My gifts may be different than yours. I’m a spirit having a human experience. We all are. The upside: The quietude and containment of my energy along with those who are with me in the Spirit world. I’ve been doing a bit of channeling with a couple of friends once weekly, too. Exiting times! Bottom line: Light comes from within, and I will spread mine everywhere I go including my living space. Blessings of Peace and Love!
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Along with a few others, not to mention any names.
I know I’ve said on many occasions that I must have been a sailor in a previous life, maybe even twice. The F Bomb was my go-to. I still say it when it fits. In fact, I deterred using it in front of my grandson. Backstory: My dad told me when my daughter was little that I really needed to stop saying the F Bomb. I reasoned that it was an adult word, and she would not say it. Turned out she did, just not in front of me. My bad. Little did I realize that I was in the habit of saying G Dammit. My totally bad. The little guy learned it early on. In fact, he’s so in tune with who is, even at just over one, when a server walked by and dropped a knife, she bent down to get it and my grandson said, G Dammit. The server chuckled. Great, he knows when to say it at appropriate times. Let’s not forget that on some level I do believe my grandson to be my father incarnate. One time in the vehicle with my grandson to go on our latest adventure, the now nearly 2-year-old repeated G Dammit over and over again until I nearly laughed out loud. I’m sure my dad did, probably put him up to it. Guess what? I do not say G Dammit anymore. Nasty habit for sure. So, I’m not the only one. Another one of his favorite words was ‘uck’ – one guess as to what that means. Turns out his daddy used the word while driving. I have to give him credit for refraining from the F Bomb. It’s cute. I thought for sure that one came from my daughter, who believes it’s okay to use curse words as long as they are not directed at a person. My daughter said that he had been getting in a bit of trouble for saying these words at his daycare. She said that it was cute because when she heard what he said, she knew exactly where it came from. We all refrained, although it would take a minute to redirect because he felt the vibration when people said these words. One time I was talking with my daughter when I thought my grandson wasn’t around. I was having an issue with several people who are no longer in my life. I said – ‘GD Assholes.’ The next thing I heard was he told that to one of the workers at the daycare when he was made to take a nap. Wash my mouth out. My sailor days are over. LOL. And so is everyone else’s. The other day my 2 and ½ year old said G Dammit. I said, ‘Hey, you’re not supposed to be saying that.’ He thought about it and said, ‘Holy Cow.’ I smiled. There hasn’t been anymore reports of inappropriate language at his daycare, although the other day students were saying words that started with the letter ‘A’ – you guessed it, he said, ‘asshole.’ Listen, I have seen little kids say much worse on Instagram and TikTok. We’re pretty tame in our neck of the woods. I mean it could be much worse, just saying! Smile Earlier this week, I was walking up to the bookstore to put my name on the whiteboard in the Welcome Center. I was ready to take walk-in appointments. I walked by a gentleman and thought that I knew him.
On the way out, I ran into him again. There was something familiar about him. This is kind of a common occurrence, at least for me. He asked about my rates. I told him since I was the only one on the board. He decided to get a reading. A few minutes into the reading, I felt a familiarity again. I learned his name, which is the same as someone close to me on the higher side of life. Another few minutes went by, and I said, ‘I know you.’ He chuckled. ‘You’re the guy who worked for the government by doing remote viewing.’ This person came to me three years ago almost to the date for a reading. I even wrote a blog about it. Here I am again. In that blog so many years ago, I put it out to the universe that I wanted that person to come back because I had more questions. A reporter does. What a hoot! It took three years to manifest. So, the questions ensued – followed by answers. He shared that at one point, he worked on an island near North Korea, South Korea and Japan. He said that he sat on the floor cross-legged with no shoes or socks on. He leaned over enough so that his elbows touched near the top of his knees and rested his palms, the part closest to the wrist, on or near his cheekbones. He had four anchors, also known as batteries (people who lent their energy to build his but were not remote viewers). There would be two on each side of him. If they were to his right, they would put their left hand on his shoulder and to the left, they would put their right hand on his shoulder. He said while in that position, he felt energy from the bottom of his spine move upward. The basement room was lit by one candle. Hundreds of grounding rods to assist were stuck in the floor. By day, the upstairs offices were filled with secretaries who were also the batteries. Most times he was given a picture of a person, a person to be eliminated. He would sit twice daily – morning and afternoon – for two weeks at a time. ‘When people think they are too much, they are dead,’ he said. Many people in the military were and still are remote viewers. He also said the military was very strict in how to remote view. Perhaps, they know something we don’t. Backstory: When I came to Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp long ago, I was at the Afternoon Message Service in the back hall of the Andrew Jackson Davis Educational Building (Bookstore). A woman and a man sharply dressed were sitting across from me. We chatted for a moment about mediums. Somehow the topic of remote viewing came up. Finally, in the end I said my daughter was not available. I never saw them again. And so, I went to lunch with my newfound friend. We spent some time walking around the cemetery in Lake Helen. He told me to watch the movie After Death. Have you seen it? In a lot of ways, I see some of that daily for people wanting to connect with those on the higher side. A trip is also needed for me – it is so needed. He actually gave me a place to go to bring my projects to fruition. He also suggested that I let Jesus into my heart just a little bit more. Interesting. We need friends who take us out of our box, although remote viewing is in my box, but not for the reasons he did it. He is retired from the military and yes, sometimes he comes out of retirement when needed. Here’s to old acquaintances who become friends. What is real? Blessings! 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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