You know what? The smell of a newborn baby is divine. I met my grandson in the physical on Thursday. He was just under one day old. My heart is full, and I never thought it could be fuller than that day I met my daughter for the first time all those years ago.
I first met my grandson, Royce Atticus, while he was tucked away in his mommy's belly. In the first several months of pregnancy my daughter had real bad headaches, so a couple of times I sent her healing. On one occasion I saw the little one with a blue cap on. We all know what that means. Boy!
So, the week leading up to his appearance, I did my best to give my daughter space. Each day I wondered if it would be the day. You have to remember that my daughter and I are psychic, so even if I tried to be nonchalant about it, she would know. 'I'm still pregnant,' were always her first words when I called or sent a private message. On a side note, I did get the psychic hit that the number 8 would be associated with his birth. He was born July 28 and his name in numerology is an 8.
Unbeknownst to me (but more than likely knew on some level), I sent a text to her while she was in labor. It was just before I went to heal at a regular service in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. The response was, 'I have a headache. I'm lying down.' I responded that I would send healing, so I sat, focused on her energy and sent healing. You guessed it -- I saw the little one again. This time he was moving up and down. I came out of the session and asked a couple of friends in the spirit world to go be with my daughter.
The next day on the way home from the gym, I got the call. i was elated. I arrived at her home around 3 p.m. I saw the baby bundled on his daddy's chest and took a photo. 'Look at that smile,' my son-in-law said. I greeted Rey Rey, an English Shepherd that stole my heart three years ago. She got her usual love and treats from me. I went to see my daughter and the crew followed. I held that baby for quite some time. We took more photos of the first precious day. The new parents pointed out the tiny bump on Royce's forehead. They said it means that he was kissed by an angel. I believe it!
Later, I smelled that baby on my clothing for hours, even shared the smell with one of my friends. She loved it, too! I thought I might wear my T-shirt to bed. Hahaha. I finally did wash my hands in the morning. I so cannot wait to see him again, and of course the rest of the crew,
My heart is full -- love is all we need
Love, Love, Love
I love my Mayberry.
I took a ride on I-4 the other day. It was 7:30 a.m. I had an appointment in Lake Mary at 8. I thought I might be late because of a traffic jam, so I started repeating my prosperity affirmations and did so most of the way.
I really don't know how people drive that drive every day. It must be stressful at times, but then I think it could just be automatic and mundane. Perhaps, people turn into zombies. I surely appreciated my Mayberry for those 30 minutes and wished to be there. The ride home was fine; it was just after 9 a.m.
Safely tucked away in my Mayberry now, I realize we all have a Mayberry, something that allows us to be, to be in the present. Look for that Mayberry and do your best to spend time there, perhaps, writing, meditating, walking -- whatever gives you peace.
I am normally mindful as to when I venture out of my Mayberry. It's because I feel the chaos of it all, even though I have learned to block it out. I do wonder at times what people are doing when driving. I send love and light and put protection around vehicles and their drivers.
Backstory: I was once that mad woman flipping people the bird when they cut me off. Cursing or having conversations with the air directed at the latest craziness of a driver does no good.
I flip people the peace sign now.
In addition to prosperity affirmations, I sometimes say, 'Sending out the white light followed by the pink fog of love to everywhere I go before I arrive.' Oh, I love that.
Sending healing white light to all of humanity!
They said put your crystals in the moonlight, cleanse them. Oh yeah, that was the right thing to do.
As some of you know, I have anywhere from 30 to 40 crystals on my dresser top. They move and have always moved. Heck the candles got into the act as well, so I was like OK, let’s give them some moonlight.
On the last full moon, I took my crystals and carefully placed them on the dashboard of my car and hoped this would help.
Backstory: In the middle of the night, I could see Spirit standing over the end of the dresser closest to my bed. Another time I saw golden light swirling in front of the dresser. No, I was not dreaming. I posted pics periodically of the crystal movements for a year or two. Friends decided to set their own crystals, take pics and wait. They still wait.
This time I decided to declutter the dresser top by removing dried flowers and a necklace. I placed crystals around one of the candles but not the other. A day or two went by when I noticed movement, three crystals journeyed at least four inches. The candle moved again, so I placed a few crystals in front of it, which did not stop its journey. Finally, I put up my I AM Presence posters on the wall above the dresser. I figured it wouldn’t hurt.
I spoke with my daughter: ‘Those crystals are still moving and the candle too.’
Daughter: ‘Crystals move, mom.’
‘My friends’ setup their own crystals and not one of them has reported a thing.’
Daughter: ‘You live in a building that’s over 100 years old.’
‘True, plus I’m in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp, which has been around since 1894.’
The answer came to me, at least for today – it does make a difference as to where you are located, but it is truly about my energy – your energy. Remember that!
Peace and Love!
She loved her Auntie Adeline. She had turned 105 a few weeks before her crossing to the higher side of life. She and her sisters got to see her favorite auntie before she left the earth plane. It was almost like she waited.
Backstory: The speakeasy of a home was the same as it had always been those many years ago. She used to visit with her siblings and parents during the holidays. There was the piano with pedals near the floor and a circular stool in one corner and a fireplace across from it that was never lit. Her costume jewelry hung on a prong in the bathroom, waiting for us to play grown-up. Auntie worked at a bank when the safes were in the basement. She always had chocolate coins covered with gold wrapping. They were held together with a gold mesh bag.
She thought of those days with happiness. As the years went by, she sent Christmas cards but not much other communication. That is until she started taking mediumship classes.
Backstory: While on her journey as a medium, she received messages from other students. It was fun to call her auntie afterward to see who may have come in for a visit. Auntie always knew who they were. It was such fun to learn about ancestors, plus it was like a game that kept her mind sharp.
And so, she received a private message on Facebook about auntie’s passing from her cousin, who’s auntie’s daughter. She carried the news to her sisters. As she wrote the text message, she stopped at auntie to recall how to spell her first name and then saw another name pop-up, Helen. She was floored. That was auntie’s sister’s name. She left the earth plane a few years earlier at 101. Still in awe, she contacted her cousin right away. It’s when she learned that auntie was calling her sister’s name, Helen, for days and had dreams of her. It was comforting for us to know they were together again.
She just knows that life continues after this 3D world. She just knows loved ones on the higher side are always around, listening, helping, guiding. She just knows that the universe is one and all is connected. There’s no doubt in her mind.
Change is continuous. She decided to paint her floor an Autumn Blue. It still glows and is illumined. She brought in new rugs as well – different blues with gold and white stripes throughout the rectangular shape. The circular rug has blotches of turquoise, purple, gold and white, seemingly floating about. The energy has changed.
It took a few days to adjust. She started readings again. She felt her third eye and crown chakras gearing up for the reads. During her last reading, the client kept looking at her forehead. Finally, the medium asked, ‘What are you looking at? Is there something on my forehead?’ The client replied, ‘No, your forehead and crown chakra look golden.’ The medium felt it. It was surreal.
The next day another client came in. Same thing. This time toward the end of the reading the client said she resonated with the golden Egyptian busts of King Tut and Nefertiti that rest on the floor and look toward the reading chairs. In that instant a spark of white light, like lightening, flashed through the room. They both saw it. And then another flash. They sat in amazement.
After sharing the stories with her daughter, who sometimes does readings in the same space, the medium learned of another happening. During a reading, the string that controls the light and fan clicked as if someone was trying to switch it on or off, which got everyone’s attention.
Just before the full moon, she placed her crystals on the dashboard of her vehicle. That too changed the vibration of her place. They are still deciding where they want to be on the dresser top.
Also, she has four faux rocks that were once grey. They rest on the lawn in front of the building as to greet those who come in. Each has one word etched on them – LOVE, HOPE, FAITH, JOY. After someone painted black lines on them, she decided for a complete change. Bright colors – pink, turquoise, purple and yellow with gold colored lettering. When her friend was painting them, an energy blasted through her house. Upstairs her golf clubs were ‘dropped’ in the middle of her room. She said it shook her house for a moment.
Backstory: Those faux rocks once belonged to Rev. Ben Cox. He was quite the fella – white colored hair pulled back into a single ponytail. He wore gold wire rimmed glasses, which added to his intellectual persona.
On the way over to her friend’s house, she waited for another vehicle to cross the road. The driver insisted that she go first. As she drove by, she saw someone who looked exactly like her teacher and friend. It made her do a double take. She hoped he liked the change.
She decided change is inevitable. It can be embraced or not. It’s a choice.
Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.