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The last few weeks have not been easy and it’s OK. It’s how we grow. I know I have spoken about this many times in my blog and elsewhere. When you finally decide to create appropriate boundaries, people will bulk.
They want you the way you once were. It’s not because they don’t want you to grow; it’s because they are used to dealing with you in a certain way. They don’t want to change. It can get a little dicey. You want to grow and change; others want the same old you. They want to keep you in a nice tidy box. The way they want you. It’s not always about saying No. When I say no to something, I feel I must explain why, maybe it’s because I’m a writer, or maybe it’s because of childhood memories – toe the line and everything will be fine. When you finally do put up appropriate boundaries, stick to them. I know it’s easy to fall back into who you once were, especially when sometimes it’s easier for yourself to just let it be. It can be exasperating at times, don’t give up. Put your old self to rest and keep it there, a death of sorts. Speaking of death, I am the speaker at Colby Memorial Temple Sunday and my topic is death and what happens to us after we leave the earth plane. Death is not to be feared but celebrated. It’s not easy tho. I still miss my dad and it’s been nearly 16 years. I still miss my friend, master teacher, business partner. It will be four years next month. We forget that we can talk to our loved ones anytime, although it's not the same as physical contact. Death of the old you are sometimes needed to evolve. I say sometimes because the person may have already evolved to his/her highest pinnacle. It’s what we should all be striving to reach. Keep on keeping on. Blessings of Peace and Love! P.S. Sunday service is live streamed: https://www.youtube.com/c/SouthernCassadagaSpiritualistCamp and https://www.facebook.com/cassadagaspiritualistcamp
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Is a sentence. Some people just don’t get it. When I say no, it’s no.
I’ve been a writer, well since the 6th grade. It took me a minute to come back around to it. When I decided to further my education, albeit later in life, I wasn’t even going to be a writer. I planned on dental hygiene. Science was not my thing although I muddled through and earned a B. I wrote for The Angler at Lake-Sumter Community College, now Lake-Sumter State College, and Central Florida Future, now KnightNews, at the University of Central Florida. My first freelance gig was at the Lake Edition of the Orlando Sentinel. I wonder sometimes what people think being a writer is. On the other hand, when you’re a writer, everyone wants something from you. Backstory: I read one of my blogs to a friend recently and she asked if I wrote that myself with no help from the Internet. I thought it was cute, but wondered what? I said I had been writing for years and it’s second nature. Another time, a friend was having difficulty writing a bio. I asked her few things and wrote it. Of course, she edited. Ugh! It usually takes me about 30 minutes to write this blog. I could take over an hour editing, making sure everything is perfect, at least according to me. The other day I wrote an important email that took 15 minutes. I decided to lighten the tone and wrote a beginning paragraph in like three minutes. Someone said that ‘wordsmithing’ was my thing. Backstory: One time I didn’t want to write an article, but I had a deadline for it, so I had to. I didn’t like the topic and couldn’t bite my teeth into it. Finally, I prayed to my writing guides to assist – success. By the way, there’s no such thing as writer’s block – it’s just wanting to do it. I truly want to help people, places and things. But when I do not see the reasoning behind writing something, I will not do it. Because I care, I want to explain myself as to why I don’t want to do it. People have their own ideas, which is great. Write it! Just say, ‘No’ PERIOD. Peace And when I say summoned, I don’t mean calling in Spirit. I mean summoned to jury duty. It’s how I spent about six hours of my Monday. I sat in a roomful of people waiting to see if it would be me.
As a psychic medium, I have to say the energy was intense. I meditated for most of the time. I did see one man reading a newspaper. A deputy took it and said he would give it back later. Interesting remarks ensued and I wished I was back in Mayberry – Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. One person did say something about getting news on the phone. I did think of that. The judge came in to explain the process and that 32 would be chosen to go to the courtroom. She had a welcomed pleasant energy about her. On some level I hoped to be chosen. Being a reporter for more than 20 years, I thought it would be interesting. Being ‘independently secure,’ I wasn’t sure I could take four or five days off. I was taking notes about my experience thus far and wrote the number 32 down. Sure enough, I was the last number called. I had to go. Backstory: I made it to the courtroom once before. I had been a freelance writer for the Lake Edition of the Orlando Sentinel for at least eight years at the time. They didn’t seem to mind that I wrote for the newspaper, but when they asked if I new any of the other potential jurors, it turned out I had written stories on at least three of the people. I was out. On the way down to the courtroom, one of the volunteers mentioned his wife always wanted to go to Cassadaga for a reading. I ended up giving him a business card. I said to him that our meeting was meant to happen. He agreed. Incidentally, I saw that happening (a clairvoyant vision) before I even arrived on Monday. I also had an idea that I might just be on that jury. And then my creative mind took over. I went to an episode of Charmed when Phoebe summoned the dead while deliberating with the jury. LOL In the courtroom, I gave my profession as a freelance writer for many years and a psychic medium for five years in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. I have no problem saying who I am. I felt people were interested. After a break and lunch break, I still found myself in the pool. It’s when I realized I might be chosen. It suddenly occurred to me that I forgot to mention that I was healer, so I said it. And then I realized I could feel the lower back pain of the plaintiff and felt sympathy for him. I felt sympathy for the defendant as well. I stated both of those facts. I thought it best to keep quiet about the lower back pain. Most of the people in that courtroom could not grasp what I had to say. When I stated I was a healer, the defendant’s attorney thought I had medical training. I politely corrected him. I felt that people thought it was interesting that a psychic medium showed up for jury duty. I did get out of it twice – once for a doctor appointment and another time for Costa Rica. I thought there was no point in trying to get out of it again. Here’s to the last time being summoned for jury duty at least in Volusia County. And to free will! Peace The other day I was at my daughter’s when the following conversation took place:
Her husband came out from his office and looked out the front window. “I saw something go by the window in my office,” he said. I was sitting at the dining room table and saw nothing go by the window he was looking out. “Maybe it was Spirit,” I said. I looked at my daughter who was sitting on the couch in the living room. She smirked, as I’m sure I did. Finally, she asked, “What did it look like?” “It was like a shadow,” he said while he still looked out the front window. Instantly, my daughter and I made eye contact and broke into huge smiles. I’m surprised we didn’t laugh. Spirit can appear in various ways to include shadowy figures, white light and the way you and I look. Usually, first glances of Spirit occur out of the corner of your eye. The next day I asked, “Do you think it was Spirit?” “Either that or a bird,” he said. I love how people try to explain Spirit away. Today, as I write this blog, the thought has occurred to me that when you sleep next to a psychic medium, the unexplainable begins to happen. I wonder if he ever considered that before they got married, probably not. LOL. When you see something out of the corner of your eye, and again and again, know that it is Spirit trying to get your attention. Spirit is not here to hurt us. They are here to guide/assist us and to let us know that yes, life continues. Perhaps, you don’t see, but you feel, know, smell and/or hear. Trust your intuition. We all have it. Blessings of Peace and Love! P.S. I get to be my grandson’s nanny twice weekly. My daughter and her husband work from home. I cannot wait to see what else occurs. You’ll be sure to know. Peace and Love! |
AuthorLori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all. Archives
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