Of a psychic medium.
Listen to this: I went to the dentist the other day to finally get the last of my dental work done. Yippee! I pulled into the parking spot and then decided to back in. I never do this. I came out and my car wouldn’t start. Backstory: The mechanic who changed my oil gave me a list that needed my attention to include a new battery. More than $1,000 later, I decided the list could wait. And so, my car wouldn’t start. It’s okay. I had jumper cables in the trunk. I saw an older gentleman working outdoors with his truck in the driveway. I asked for help. He brought his vehicle over and said he just bought a new battery. He saw my cables were unusable and then said he just got some from someone who gave him a jump the other day. I looked toward his house and saw the numbers 444 (angel number) on his door. I thought that angels were definitely watching over me. I cranked my vehicle and was ready to go. I thanked him for his help. As I drove by his house, I noticed the numbers were no longer there. Wild, right? As my day progressed, I decided to drive with my new battery to a shop in Edgewater. I was to pick up my white sage. I took a different route to get there, so I had my GPS on. At one point, it was noted that I would be taking a right and then a left onto Mary Street. It made me think of my friend on the higher side. So, I turned right and slowed to see the name on the next street sign. It was Rose Street. My friend’s full first name: Mary Rose. You just cannot make this up. Has this happened to you? Being the reporter I am, I looked up Mary Street and Rose Street (Avenue) in Edgewater. I wanted to be sure if they were streets or avenues. I could only find Mary Street. I could not find Rose anything, which was not even a block away. More wildness. At the shop, the first item I was drawn to was fluorite, which is to assist with clearing brain fog and neutralizing negative energy. It’s one of my favorites. And then I spied a sodalite, which is about communication. It is also a favorite. I picked the first one I touched. The shop owner pointed out the angel that could be seen in its design. I love it! Just another sign that I was on the correct track. It now sits perfectly next to my other sodalite on the small table near my reading chair. Pay attention to the signs. They are around all of us. Truly a day in the life of a psychic medium is not that exciting or eventful – most of the time I’m just like any other person, although with different gifts. Maybe I’m just used to seeing the synchronicities. We all have the gifts. Accept them. Meditate. Get to a psychic development class. Then, see how you grow. Blessings of Peace and Love
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Are a bitch! Well, maybe not all of them.
I’m in a mood. Can you tell? I love writing, always have, always will; well, except maybe that one time I had to turn in an article that I could not figure out how to approach. Finally, with an hour or so left, I prayed to the universe for assistance. It helped. I made the deadline. As of late, I’ve noticed that my weeks turn into weeks in regard to getting my social media done – weekly YouTube videos for the past couple of years and this blog going on seven, eight years. If you have been following, you know I have probably written about some topics on more than one occasion. It’s really difficult to remember what I have covered and how I have covered it from year to year. And of course, here’s my favorite: Time (what is time?), which is needed for deadlines. My mood really depends on the weather – the warmer the better. I’m not sure when it got so cold in Florida. Perhaps, it is about losing weight and gaining in age. That’ll keep you chillier than normal. Of course, I’m still residing in an apartment built in 1896 or 1897. There’s zero insulation. I have not made it to the gym in more than a month. It’s too cold. To be fair, I did have a knee injury for two weeks, so there was that. Then there’s the silver linings in my windows. They block the sunlight. Hibernation anyone? If I could just get 50 degrees on particular mornings, I would go. That 10 pounds of insulation will take a minute to take off. Interestingly enough, the term deadline came about during the American Civil War when prisoners were not to cross a certain line in a prison. Many years later journalists aligned the term with time. When I need a topic for my blog, I’ll call certain creative people or I’ll head up to the bookstore, chat with a couple of other creatives and hopefully come up with an idea, hence deadlines. I have toyed with the idea of stopping my blog and my YouTube Channel posts for several months, but then I think of you, my followers, because all I really want to do is help others. Maybe sometimes I’m not supposed to. I can’t imagine. I know – give me an idea. What do you want to read or learn about? I’ll be happy to research it, put a spin on it and hope that it will help. There’s no deadline for that request. I love that! Blessings of Peace and Love I love that I get to change my mind on a specific topic. When you have experiences that show you knew ways or ideas, wake up and realize that your way or thought process could use an upgrade.
I’ve resided in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp for seven or eight years this time around. I love the place, obviously, I’m still here. Development now surrounds us. At times, I can feel it closing in. Oh, to hear the stories of dirt roads and openness that rarely exists today. To the point, I went down South, where it’s at least 10 degrees warmer as to where I am. And so, in South Florida I shared energies with two fabulous people I met in Cassadaga. The moment we met was destined. I just know it. The three days and two nights were wonderful and so relaxing. We did readings for one another. I also received healings with the assist of various types of tools – crystals bowls and tuning forks. Being a conduit of the healing energies is a special gift. Time really didn’t exist. There were no expectations. On the last day, I asked the question: ‘How far away are we from Miami?’ Ready for this – ‘19 miles.’ Wild I never even knew it. So, the concept or idea of the more people, the more you feel draining energies of the collective, may not be as I thought. Made me really think about energy and the oneness that we are with all living things seen and unseen. The more the merrier. It also has to do with the sanctuary you build for self and others. I had a déjà vu moment when I saw large instruments – a rain stick, a 36-inch wind gong and symphonic chimes. I saw it in a dream, or if you will, an alternate reality. I visit places before I physically arrive. On that last day, we went to the beach. They went in the water. Had some fun chats there. And the sky danced with clouds and beautiful colors, which were captured in photographs. I finally left around 6 p.m. The 3 ½ hour drive seemed very short. Days later, we chatted. We all agreed that we were still abuzz with energy. I went back inside my place to build up my energy so as to keep others’ energies at bay. My life has been peaceful since. I cannot wait to see my friends again. So, in the end, perhaps I did not change my mind so much. It truly is what you build in your own sanctuary. Something I needed reminding of. So grateful and thankful to find true friends, my tribe. They are only a thought away. Blessings of Peace and Love Are they a thing of the past?
That question really got put to the test over the holidays. Like most grandmas, I bought gifts for my grandchildren, 3 and 1. I asked my daughter one day if I could come over to get the gifts so I could wrap them. My daughter, so busy as she is, never gave it a thought. She said the kids were going to open the boxes that had their gift bags inside. I thought about it because my gifts were in boxes too. She pointed out the extra added garbage that would end up first in her garbage and then in the landfill. Think of all that paper from how many people just in the U.S. I did agree with that. Backstory: I’ve said it for years – holidays are a way to pump the machine. Think about that. Maybe all this hoopla we call traditions really are not worth it. I tried to go with it. In the end, tradition did win out. I sat on a pillow while I wrapped the gifts on my wooden floor and picked out two bows for each gift. It took me a few minutes to get off the floor. LOL One of those gifts was a doctor set to include a white lab coat and hat, stethoscope, thermometer, bandages, scissors, etc. My grandson, Royce, loves it. The other night a flash of white zipped through the room with a needle ready to give his father a shot. From the other room: ‘Where’s my nurse?’ Persephone giggled as she ran their way. Priceless. Make-believe will always be. Is the dinner table a thing of the past? People are so in touch with one another these days – phones, tablets, laptops – that gathering for dinner is a once in a while happening. On occasion and at my daughter’s we do sit around the dinner table. Good times! The good news is that even if some traditions are a thing of the past, then maybe new traditions can be started. Be open to letting go of what once was and opening to something new. Blessings of Peace and Love |
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