|
Abuse – physical, sexual, emotional, verbal, organizational, societal, cultural, etc., is abuse. The situation is the person who is being abused has always been abused. They just don’t know it. Because it may be learned as far back as childhood.
Those who have been abused from early on believe this is the ‘normal’ way of life. So, it is learned. As we move into adulthood those abused continue to be abused, until they finally learn differently. Backstory: My first thought of continued abuse came when I wrote a spotlight for the newspaper I was working for, and a female editor pointed out that what the person said to me was inappropriate. To this day, I don’t recall the exact verbiage, but deep inside it rings true to me – now that I’ve had the epiphany once again that I have been abused. Heck, I manifested people around me who are/were abusive toward me. There’s that Law of Attraction. Like me, abusers may not even know they are abusers. Why? Because that was their way of life as well. When does the cycle stop? Perhaps, it never does. Do you know how many times I have had this epiphany? When I do, I passionately put up more walls, more boundaries to keep those types of people out. I become more aware. Eventually, it fades, and the feeling gets buried. The healing spiral reminds me of this. When we think we have healed everything we can around a situation, something comes back around to remind us that we have not – the work continues. Forgiveness is always in my heart for others, but to what extent. Yes, it’s best to forgive those who have done you wrong or abused you. Sometimes, it’s really tough to get past that. When you give and give and give, people take and take and take. They only want from you what they want. When you can’t or won’t give any longer, you are looked upon as someone who doesn’t go along and therefore are inconsequential. Just look at the abuse going on in this paragraph alone. It’s so easy to put band-aids on when situations arise. To me alcohol and drugs are band-aids. They help to keep what’s really going on at bay. I remember having my first drink around 10 years old, maybe sooner. Is everyone abused in one way or another? I often wonder if it’s a generational thing. A lot of my friends were abused and the more I talk about it the more I become aware of others. You may not think you are being abused – take a look at your job, your friends, your family, your community. Is there a healthy give and take going on? All you can do to rectify situations is talk to the people you feel are being abusive toward you. Let them know how you feel about situations. At the very least, give them something to think about. If it cannot be resolved, you may have to get a new job or move. It’s better than staying in an abusive environment. Therapy is really the best option. Work on yourself and keep working on yourself until you finally can discern the abusive behavior and move on from it. Blessings of Peace and Love P.S. It’s OK to cry. Never apologize for it. Crying is healing.
0 Comments
Have more than Spirit coming out from them. So much so that I slept at my daughter's home for a night or two.
It all started a week ago today. I prepared my hot tea and looked down into my junk door. There was a piling of wood chips. I knew it wasn’t good. I took a pic and went on my way. I saw a couple of peeps in the know. We decided definitely critters, probably a mouse. I already know that the mouse totem is about scrutinizing, really focusing on what’s in front of you. Closets. . . Backstory: You all know from previous blogs that Spirits came from the closet when I was a youngster. I wished it was Spirit now, much easier to deal with these days. In the middle of the morning, say around 1 a.m. on Sunday, I heard a loud bang in the front of my room. I got up and saw a rodent running across the floor into the kitchen. Not good. I’m not sure how I slept that night, but finally did. And so, Monday morning came. I got ready for the gym. While in the bathroom, sitting on my toilet, I saw a rat, as if it had just awakened, stretching its body, and then went into the closet. Later, I thought it must’ve liked my healing energy to fall asleep under my bed. Hours later, a couple of peeps in the know tried to assist. One brought a mouse trap. While trying to figure out where to put the trap, I opened the cabinet doors under the sink. OMG – it looked like there had been a party, a wood chip party and several had come. Must’ve been when I was out of town for a week. Days later, someone called the place under my sink a ‘superhighway.’ Yikes! Of course, the rat was not going to fit into a mouse trap. Incidentally, the rat totem is about new beginnings and change, which I am totally loving. I made it through the night. The next morning, a person came in to cover the holes under the sink. At that time, I decided to empty the boxes one by one from my closet. I don’t know what the heck came over me. Craziness, that’s what. Halfway through, I picked a box up and saw a 5-inch tail. I screamed like a little girl and ran, darn near ran into the person trying to assist in the front room. He grabbed the box. We took it to the picnic table in the back yard. We found the nest with seven to nine babies with their eyes still closed. I prayed for those babies. Mama was not there. I felt so bad for the whole situation. Rats are good for certain things. They have their place, but not in my closet or under my bed – nowhere in my apartment. I slept at my daughter’s home that night and decided to tough it out the next night. Before bed, I heard it fiercely chewing in the kitchen drawer and around 4:30 a.m. I heard it in my room. I mustered the courage to turn my cell phone light on and saw its tail in the corner of my room. Did I mention that rats are also about intelligence? The person trying to assist, and I found that the rat tore up the kitchen drawer even worse from before, licked the peanut butter clean off of the trap under the sink and left a few droppings. I will definitely not be sleeping here until it is gone. Intelligence! Incidentally, the nesting box was one of several from a business I had with a very special friend, business partner, mentor, now on the higher side of life. . . Perhaps this is a sign that there will finally be movement with our projects. She was/is a Rat in Chinese Astrology. New Beginnings and Change! Exciting times! Blessings of Peace and Love Why is it so difficult for some people to believe that speaking to Spirit is a sham, or unbelievable when it’s an everyday occurrence?
Spirit speaks to us daily. That little voice you hear inside of your head – what is that? If it is our inner voice, where does it come from? Our thoughts? Has anyone considered that it’s Spirit – a guide, guardian angel, family members, friends or God? Most of us come from a religion, a religion we were born into, which in case you’re wondering, we signed up for before coming to this plane of existence, Earth, the 3-D. And some religions put the ‘fear of God’ in you. Fear is a lower-level vibration. I really have to believe that God would not like that. Spirit is around us whether you believe them to be or not. Once you are open to the possibilities, you will start to realize that other realities do exist. I have heard beautifully orchestrated music when there was no music around in the physical. Has this happened to you? Just the other day I heard someone say in the bookstore that they had lost their wedding band with more than a carat of diamonds years ago while working with her chickens. When she was cleaning the pen, she used shovels and put the garbage in a wheel barrel. She clearly heard Spirit tell her to use a rake, so she did. The first time she raked her wedding band landed right in front of her feet. If she would’ve kept with the shovels, the ring could’ve been lost perhaps forever. Spirit also moves items about – crystals, minerals, gemstones and 9-inch glass candles have all moved significantly on my dresser top. Is this the energy of the stones moving things or is it Spirit? Both. Here’s an idea maybe I moved them with my mind while I asleep. Now, that’s out there. There is some truism here – telekinesis is moving something with your mind, why not while sleeping? Our minds are always working. Did I move my healed shoe while slept? Where did it go? And then finally reappear under the bed but in a different spot at least six months later. How did I bring it back? Had to be Spirit. Just now I heard what sounded like someone clearing their throat on my porch or the sound of my metal chair moving on the concrete. I thought I forgot about an appointment. When I opened the door, no one was there. It had to be the chair. And Spirit. When we sleep, we connect to other realms, again whether you know it or not. There are psychic dreams, proving that we all have the gifts, and then there are what’s going on in my life dreams. Start a dream journal with the date. While driving around the area, I was thinking about what to write for this blog. What happens? A stag’s head popped out of the brushes and went back when he saw my vehicle. I haven’t seen a stag, also known as a buck, since I was a teen growing up in Wisconsin. Wild! The meaning – a stag is a messenger between this world and other worlds, crossing time and space (dimensional journeying). He leads others into the unseen. Pay attention to the animals, insects, birds that you see and what you’re thinking about when you see them. It could be an answer to a question you have. We are connected with animals, plants and minerals, all are alive with us. If you can wrap your head around that, it’s not hard to believe that we are connected with the universe and all beings of it. There’s more to this life than just our own. Blessings of Peace and Love It was great to hang out with family from other mothers on vacation. I remained in a vegetative state for nearly a week. I ate what I wanted; slept when I wanted – did what I wanted. Eventually, I came up for air.
And then realized I was no longer in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp, Fla. Perhaps, I missed talking with the dead, those on the higher side of life. I asked a couple of family members: ‘What do you think happens when we die?’ I needed some depth. My family knows who I AM to include being a psychic medium, not really sure what everyone thinks. I believe the group as a whole to be open to the possibilities, but not really embracing it, except for the one. ‘I know when I was taking a test, I smelled my grandpa twice, so” she believes that life could continue after we die. ‘I believe there’s something to it.’ And ‘it’s comforting’ to have smelled him at that moment. On a lighter note, my sister from another mother and father, and I saw a bluebird. We did another time several years back while on a walk. Bluebird is about choosing happiness at all times, counting your blessings. Backstory: I have a tiny bluebird that sits on my windowsill. It’s something I’ve had since I was a child. That was a moment for me. A day or so before heading back, I could feel myself putting up my walls, boundaries. I had to create better boundaries that worked for me. We create boundaries to protect our heart, our minds, our vibration. Back at my Mayberry (Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp), I did miss the daily dose of waves, sand and sun. Thankfully, I can find that in my backyard – 20 minutes away. The shenanigans started almost as soon as I walked in the door. Before I left to come home, I posted on my social media. Two stories were Angle Cards draws: Depth and Adventure. I stood by my cards in the front room and spied two out. Guess what came up? You guessed it Depth and Adventure. Fun, right? The next day, I shopped and cooked my meals for the week. While cleaning up the kitchen, I noticed the thermometer holder empty. I searched for the thermometer –nowhere. I figured it would show up. I moved things about, turned to the empty holder and stopped in my tracks. You guessed it again. The thermometer was in its holder. I’m like no way. I had to call my daughter. LOL I wondered what my family from other mothers and fathers would say if I told them that story. They’d probably think I was ready for a straitjacket, at least the one, maybe others, could believe it. Perhaps, you may think I’m ready for straitjacket. You gotta remember I lost a shoe under my bed for months and it returned. When you have your own experiences, come talk to me. I will believe you! You know, I really loved that my family let me be me. It’s what family does. They allowed me in my vegetative state for days. With family, you get to be who you are and still be loved. I definitely felt the love, the fellowship. I want more of that in my life and I will have it! Blessings of Peace and Love |
AuthorLori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all. Archives
September 2024
Categories |
RSS Feed