Cloud gazing is my favorite pastime. Just the other day I was chatting with a friend. I pointed to the sky and said, ‘Joy,’ and then asked, ‘Do you see it?’ She turned to look, searched the sky and did not. I saw it. That’s all that mattered. And yes, I have been having lots more Joy in my life as of late.
Backstory: When I was kid, we used to lie on a blanket spread across the front yard. I recall seeing lots of animals pointed out by myself, siblings and friends. I imagined those ‘beings’ having life as we do, only in the sky.
As Above, So Below.
I’ve seen lots of words through clouds in the sky. One time a lower case ‘g’ and lower case ‘o’ were written in perfect cursive together while I sat on the front porch one morning drinking. I was like, ‘go where? Show me and I’ll go.’
Seeing within clouds is the best – words are cool; faces are cooler. It’s close.
Just about every time I go to New Smyrna Beach to walk a couple of miles, I see a group of clouds that look like people – some are chatting with one another, and others are lying about lazily. I like to think they are a council of sorts contemplating, yet at the beach like me. They know I see them.
As Above, So Below.
My most awesome encounter to date came on the day I received my papers as a certified healer in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. I was on the way home from the beach with a friend when a man’s face appeared clearly. My friend saw him too. I felt like he was giving kudos. Perhaps, a healer as I.
Just think about all the goings-on with the unseen peeps and words, hiding behind the clouds. There’s probably a whole world up there, or more.
As Above, So Below.
Blessings of Peace, Joy, Love and Light
P.S. I wonder if one must be a Clairvoyant to see within the clouds.
A couple of questions from people who visit Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp that rank right up there are: ‘Where’s the cemetery? And the Devil’s Chair?’ A fun response would be: ‘We don’t need cemeteries because Spirit just walks about freely doing its own thing.’
Seriously though, there are no cemeteries in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. There is one just a few miles away in Lake Helen. I drive by it on occasion. Some of the gravestones are super old. I like the feel of cemeteries.
Some people get spooked by cemeteries. When I was a teen and stayed at my cousin’s house, we used to go to the cemetery late at night. We’d always get scared and run through it like there was not tomorrow.
Some things never change.
A teenage girl called yesterday, first at the bookstore while I was nearby, and then on my phone when I was downloading videos in the Welcome Center. She said she felt a Spirit was around her, and she picked it up from the cemetery. Her mother thought it was a relative who recently passed. After a few words of wisdom, I said, ‘Tell Spirit to go home and mean it.’
I have the know-how when it comes to cemeteries and Spirit.
Backstory: One time the family – daughter, her father and I – went to the cemetery for a service. We turned our back for a split second and our daughter disappeared. Her father ran through the cemetery only to find her talking with Spirit near a gravestone. She said, ‘They called me.’
The next time we went to a graveside service we forewarned our neighbor. That time was fine.
Back backstory: Another time we, the family to include my son from another mother, went to a mausoleum where our daughter had a vision of a man killing someone with a knife. Unfortunately, we could not determine if anyone stored there had succumbed to this. I believed. And of course, there’s the time Spirit came home with my daughter from a sleepover after reading divination cards and giving messages to her friends. I think she was 11 or 12. The next day she wanted to sleep with me and her father. I said, ‘Tell Spirit to go home.’ Must’ve worked.
That teenage girl sent me a text later that night when I was teaching an online class. She asked if she should go back to the cemetery to apologize. I responded, ‘No. Tell Spirit to go home and mean it.’
Incidentally, there’s no Devil’s Chair in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp, either.
One never knows when Spirit(s) will show up to bring joy, happiness and laughter. Stay open to it.
I answered the phone to find that it was a potential client wanting to schedule an appointment Saturday (today). I said it was Gala Day and she might pick another Saturday. She sounded distressed because she couldn’t find her engagement ring. I said, ‘You called the right person.’ I love looking for lost items. I first saw what looked like a Navy sailor dressed in blues with the white hat (Dixie cup). I asked if she took a trip overseas. Turned out, I described one of the crew on the cruise ship. I looked a little deeper and saw a brown dresser with knobs. She said she would look again. One hour later she called to say she found the ring in a brown dresser with rings that look like knobs. Exciting news! Once off the phone, I said, ‘Thank you, Spirit.’
One of my neighbor’s and I have been comparing notes to sounds that go bump in the night. She called to ask if the people above me, which would be next to her, were in town. They were not. She continued that it sounded like a bunch of people talking and going into the apartment. As she said this, I had a vision of a group of ladies with Victorian style garb chatting away. I shared with another neighbor down the road, and we decided they were getting ready for Gala Day. Love that, Spirit!
I was taking a drive with a friend, and we were talking about how things are getting back to normal for me after a small surgical procedure. I planned on joining a new gym when I got the go-ahead. I said, ‘Just because they said I can workout Monday, doesn’t mean that I have to.’
Friend: ‘Who are you? I can’t believe you just that. I’m gonna crash my car.’
Thank you, Spirit!
‘You are not going to believe this’ was my go-to line when something big happened that was out of the ordinary. A smile would crossover my bestie’s face that would tell me, ‘Oh yes, yes I will.’
The other night I was sleeping in my Harmony Hall backroom at Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. It had to be about midnight. I distinctly heard footsteps in the apartment above me. It was odd because the people who rent the space are generally only there on the weekends. I sent a text to one person to see if the women were still here. That person didn’t know, so I sent another text to one of the renters. No response. I turned my air conditioner on, so I could no longer hear it.
The next morning, bright and early, I got a response from the text. ‘No.’ I called my neighbor pronto and shared my story. She said there had been some activity in her place – historic tour guide pins missing and the blinds in the bathroom were always different from when they left. One time the blinds were pulled totally to the top. Could this be Spirit activity? Now mind you I have had plenty in my place.
Backstory: Several times items have disappeared from my place – a high-heeled shoe and fire extinguisher to name a couple. Months later both items came back. With the latter, one of the maintenance men refused to come back to my place for six months. It freaked him out so. My crystals and candles on my dresser top are consistently on the move. And one time a Spirit touched my back. I said, ‘Get out.’ You gotta draw the line somewhere. No touching.
While sharing my story with the neighbor, I recalled hearing footsteps on other occasions. I decided to take the information to the office. After some discussion, it was decided upon – wait for it – that I call 911 the next time I heard footsteps above me. I rolled with laughter.
Can you imagine a psychic medium in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp, which has had mediums in its space since 1894, calling the police to report possible phenomena? LOL. They’d be laughing for years to come, as would I.
Hope this gave you a chuckle this fine day!
Many Blessings of Peace, Love and Laughter!
Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.