The other day I took to my wand, that is my bubble wand, and decided the area around Harmony Hall needed some lighter energy. So, there I was standing near Stevens Street waving my wand when someone I knew drove by.
She looked out her window into the sun as if searching for something. I wondered what she was doing. She asked, ‘Where’s Royce?’ I laughed and said, ‘He’s not here.’ I continued zapping the energy with
I picked up bubbles from an awesome lady in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp, who is a medium and healer. Everywhere she went she brought bubbles with her. In fact, she gave me a small bottle to share with Royce long ago.
Backstory: That woman and her husband, also a medium and healer, stood near Colby Memorial Temple with a large bubble maker. Bubbles made their way up Stevens Street. It wasn’t long before they heard some holler: ‘An Orb.’ They howled so the story goes.
If you think about bubbles, not the ones bought in stores, but the ones created by Mother Nature – they are made of two elements, water and air. I interpret that as emotions and movement, so bubbles really do clear the air, like sage.
Think about it, blowing bubbles in water tickles; blowing bubbles with gum is fun and at times sticky; blowing bubbles through a straw in a cup filled with liquid. . .
At this moment, I have a bubble wand on my front porch locked and loaded.
Lighten the mood!
I’m halfway through teaching my online intuition development class. I am teaching from my reading chair for the first time. I’ve always sat behind my desk.
During a recent class I was talking about clairvoyance. I explained how some people might see black figures running near their homes in the evening or inside of their darkened bedrooms (nothing to fear). Some may see shadows on the wall. As your gifts grow, some may see white light, even as far as seeing hairstyles, out of the ordinary parts from the face – dimples, facial hair, moles, etc., and clothing worn.
I looked toward my wall and saw a Spirit that was about 3 inches high. In moments, color was added – light colored skin, a white beard and mustache and thinning hair. I saw myself put my hand over my mouth in amazement. It’s awesome that I can still be amazed with experiences. I could barely contain myself when I asked students who this Spirit belonged to, and one raised their hand. I then shared what had just occurred.
Backstory: Years ago in class, I was teaching and noticed a small light on my door. I was amazed. Students asked what was going on, so I took a photo and shared it. While they waited to receive it, I looked to see where the light was coming from – you gotta be a skeptic. I could not find the source and then a tinier light showed below it as if to say, ‘Yes, it’s Spirit. Hello.’ I took that photo too and shared it.
I talk about my experiences so that people can:
1. Be reminded that Spirit does exist.
2. Realize that they too have experiences and have not lost their minds.
3. Muster the courage to share their own stories.
It’s a big deal. People are really becoming aware that Spirit does exist. I always say mediate and get to class. Being around like-minded people will assist with the growth of your gifts.
Spirit cannot hurt you. And if you don’t want Spirit around, all you really have to do is tell it to leave, go home. It’s that simple.
FEAR – Face Everything and Rise or Forget Everything and Run. It’s your choice.
Is off the charts right now, for whatever reason you want to give it.
Venturing out of my Mayberry has been quite interesting as of late. I really get the idea that people are losing their minds. I really don’t know what else to call it. I feel people are angry, just angry.
The other day in Lake Helen (The Twilight Zone) I was nearing a stop sign and a vehicle sat there way too long. There were no other vehicles around. I stopped and wondered what was up. He finally turned and pulled into his driveway. I turned in the opposite direction and parked in my spot across the street from him. He got out of his vehicle, looked in my direction and pumped up his chest at me. I responded in like. Next thing I know he came over to confront me. After a few words back and forth, I reminded him that he was in my space and asked what gave him that right. He left, although not too pleased.
What really gets my road rage going (perhaps a little cuss word under my breath) is when drivers hug the exit lane, drive way below the speed limit and then don’t exit. What to do? Crank the music to drown out my thoughts.
On a lighter note, I decided to buy something recently when I visited the Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp Bookstore. As I stood at the register, it seemed my energy just wasn’t assisting with the register. I waved my hand toward it, sending it good juju. It worked.
Backstory: A Bookstore employee shared that one time she rang up a $700 order with many items. She made sure everything was registering after each item. Once finished, the employee said she hit the grand total button and the items disappeared. She had to start over.
The energy in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp is like no other. I’ve said this in the past: The Camp has been here since 1894 and has had mediums and healers working with the energies ever since. It influences all who come here and those who reside here as well. Residents learn to live in the energy.
However, people who come daily to visit this spiritual place is another story. The energy influences them so much that I’ve had clients who cannot find their way to my office, which is two doors down from the Bookstore.
Energy is huge right now. Try your best to take the middle ground.
Remember this, ‘energy is neither created nor destroyed’ and ‘energy changes from one form of energy into another form of energy’ – that’s the science of it.
Kids say and do the darndest things. My grandson, now just over 2 years old, has plenty of truth to share.
Grandma: ‘I love you, baby.’
Royce: ‘I know.’
And then another:
Me: ‘Grandma has to go potty. Come on, hurry up. Let’s go. I don’t have a diaper on.’
Royce: ‘I do.’
Backstory: My daughter was around 5 years old when she had this conversation with her nana. Nana: ‘Your momma can’t cook.’ My daughter: ‘Nuh-uh, she makes the best macaroni and cheese and hot dogs.’
Couple of my all-time favorites at this point happened with my daughter. They had just moved into their new house.
Royce: (pointed to supposed air) and then said, ‘Ghost. Hi, Ghost.’
And then a couple of days later his father said he heard ‘Spirit’ rapping on the window.
Finally, Sydney shared that she and Royce were getting ready for a nap. He babbles until he passes out. My daughter reported that he said: ‘Sophia, get down from there.’
Of course, she was far too ready to explain that he probably has someone in class named Sophia and is repeating what was said. I chuckled. And then she said he loves watching Hey Bear videos with ghosts and then I added that he loves the Halloween videos with ghosts.
Don’t you love how two psychic mediums tried to explain those instances away all while I spied Spirit intently listening to the nonsense, we call a conversation. (LOL)
By the way, he just looked toward something in the dining room and said, ‘People.’ I’m like OK.
Love how babies are born evolved more as time goes on – to the next generation of psychic mediums and healers.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
Is needed in this world and we can heal it together. We can heal it by healing our own selves to raise the vibration of the collective (every breathing thing – people, animals, plants and minerals) for the ascension of the planet.
I’ve always been a healer.
Backstory: As a child, I rubbed my auntie’s feet and lower calves with lotion for years. She always said that I had healing hands. I didn’t really understand it.
Since she knew of healing, I’m thinking she knew of psychics and mediums as well.
Back backstory: I heard many stories of my auntie and her mother lacing up their shoes – it’s what they did back then – and walking to see people over the bridge and across the way. I’ve also heard they were busybodies.
I don’t believe that. I believe my auntie was giving readings, helping others heal. Most people see a medium to grieve the loss of a loved one. If a connection is made, healing occurs. Clients may heal just by sitting in the presence of healers to include mediums.
I like to believe writing about this, telling the world of my thoughts around my ancestors, is healing the family line, which heals myself, my daughter, my grandson and others to come. It also heals those who came before me.
I am a conduit of the healing energies to assist in body, mind, spirit healing. Healing sessions gives clients direction to continue with their healing journey, and when they do, it heals their family lines as well.
I just set my healing table up the other day in my office. I placed my healing blanket on it and bought a new pillow and pillowcases. I’m so excited to offer longer sessions. I am a Spiritualist Healer, Reiki II Practitioner and Arcing Light Teacher. According to my auntie, a natural healer.
I’ve had some great healing teachers and am so grateful to have had them. Perhaps, I will teach healing in the future.
We all can heal self and others. Maybe, it’s with your words and actions, how you treat others, that is healing. It could also be your energy. A lot of times people don’t even realize they heal an entire room just by walking into it.
Before drifting off to sleep, place your hands comfortably on yourself. Say a prayer for body, mind, spirit healing while you sleep.
Ask, Believe, Receive and then say Thank You!
Blessings of Peace and Love!
Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.