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We all live in one – a place that we created either in our minds or in physicality.
What is our existence about? It’s a lifelong question, perhaps. It’s what we create for ourselves. I am choosing to live in a higher vibrational state of being. When I do, I will attract more of that into my life. It’s interesting to me as to why others have judgments on other’s beliefs. Why? Who is correct and who is not? Does it really matter? Allow others to have their beliefs. Let it be. We are born into one religion, or religious belief. We have experiences and grow. We are now able to choose what we believe. I believe there to be a higher being, God. Is there one God? I believe there is. I also believe anything is possible. Everyone’s God is something to them. Is it from written words, handed down from generation to generation? Is it something we see? Or something we feel? A spark of God is in each of us. It makes sense. In fact, we all have a gift or more than one gift. In 1 Corinthians 12, the gifts include ‘the word of wisdom’ and ‘word of knowledge,’ along with ‘faith,’ ‘healing,’ ‘miracles,’ ‘prophecy,’ ‘discerning between spirits,’ ‘speaking in tongues,’ and ‘the interpretation of tongues.’ According to an AI overview: The gifts are given by Holy Spirit, which is the third person of the Trinity, ‘along with God the Father and Jesus the Son, in Christianity. The Holy Spirit is fully God, co-equal and co-eternal with the other two persons of the Trinity. The Holy Spirit is often described as a comforter, counselor, and guide who empowers believers, gives spiritual gifts, and instructs in wisdom.’ Every single culture has its own belief in how its world began. There’s always a thought process as to how it all started. See the AI overviews of a few below: Big Bang Theory – ‘states that the universe began as a hot, dense point, called a singularity, that violently exploded about 13.8 billion years ago. This explosion created all matter, energy, space, and time.’ Darwin’s Theory of Evolutionary Selection “. . . holds that variation within species occurs randomly and that the survival or extinction of each organism is determined by that organism's ability to adapt to its environment.’ Steady State Theory: ‘This theory proposes that the universe has no beginning or end, with new matter continuously created to fill the space as the universe expands.’ My point is there are thousands of creation stories. Who is correct? Everyone! The reason I wrote this blog is because I got a little perturbed about a friend’s Facebook comment in regard to white and dark magic and insinuating that even the white magic is less than good and not seen as good in God’s eyes – ignorant statement from someone I feel is educated. We all have a shadow side – each and every one of us. That is until this earth plane ascends to the fifth dimension. Is that possible? I pray it to be. Again, it makes me wonder about humanity – the reason for our existence. You know if people would just let people be who they are. That would be fabulous – coexist. There’s a fantasyland. What is true and what is not? Our own individual life experiences are true. But always remember, we make up the one to include plants, animals, birds, insects, minerals, anything alive and breathing on this earth plane. We are truly one. It’s time to start coming together. It is also okay to live in your little world. People know you there. For the Highest and Best of All
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Most days. There are upsides and downsides.
The other night I was sitting on my porch in my pajamas – sweatpants and a T-shirt. Two people were stalking me for a reading. Finally, I said if they hurried, they could get a name from the whiteboard in the Welcome Center. Minutes later my phone rang. It turned out to be the two people. Someone had recommended me. I said they could come down for a visit. We sat on my porch for 30 minutes. I am so glad they were persistent – spirit led, whatever you want to call it. I know that young man went back into life confident, more aware of what was going on his life. Did you know psychic attacks are real? When your intention is to do good, just know that less than good is lurking, looking for a way to slow you down or divert you from your intended path. The other night, like any other night for the past seven, eight years, I left my office area in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. I was in the breezeway and headed toward my vehicle. What happens? I felt nothingness under my feet and was slammed to my knees. Excruciating pain. It took me a minute to gather myself. In my office, I checked to see if my knees were bleeding. They were not. Ice packs ensued. Backstory: Earlier that day I said to myself that I should put so and so’s name into the freezer. I thought it odd to say and then think it. I now gathered myself enough to scribble that person’s name on a tiny piece of paper, folded it as small as I could, and added it to the back corner of my freezer to freeze that person out of my life. Plus, I sent that energy back to the person who intended harm to me. Back Backstory: About 15 years ago, I walked with a friend and a dog she was pet sitting. We were nearing Colby Memorial Temple. I twisted my ankle and fell and nearly scraped the side of my face on the sidewalk. Oh sure, it’s easy to try and give other reasons as to why things happen. When you are who I am, a knower, and my friend, also a psychic medium in the second instance, you know. Also, I happen to be and have been athletic my entire life. I’m just not going to fall. And now to try and flip this to the positive side in which I do, that happening ultimately helped me to slow down, not to be in such a hurry. I took time off from the gym and am still in that process. I did buy a large black obsidian tower to protect myself from psychic attacks. Sometimes we, the people who intend to do good, raise the vibration of this existence, have to remember not to put our guard down. Don’t forget that. You don’t have to believe in less than good energies, but you must be aware that they do exist. It’s on you. Guess what? I’m on vacation this weekend. I have not been out of town since my springtime excursion to the Big Bend in Florida, only to return to a rat in my house. That was a hoot. Hope you read that blog. Here’s a little humor for you: I said to one of my friends if I died today, my daughter would know instantly and chuckle at the pile of tiny pieces of paper in the back corner of my freezer. We howled with laughter. Later, I thought I hope she reads the names on the tiny pieces paper just so she is aware! Blessings of Peace and Love Uncle Thomas lived up to his promise.
He came to visit shortly after he left this plane of existence (died). I’ll never forget it. I lifted my head from my pillow and saw the left side of his familiar clothing – light blue jeans and a white short sleeved shirt with a collar and three buttons up in the middle. I knew it was him. It felt like him. I was awakened by his image or was it because I realized it was there. In a second he was gone. But his presence remained in our home for at least six months. Little things like cupboards closed, which were usually opened, lights on or off and sometimes it felt cooler in the house, like someone adjusted the thermostat. It was never too cool in the house for him. Have you ever experienced such thing? Then, one night while drying off from my shower, I noticed a 3-inch picture of the Joker rolling paper man sketched in the mirror from condensation just above the sink faucet. I was amazed. I called for my 10-year-old daughter. She came in, closing the door promptly. At first, she couldn’t see it. When she stepped into the bathtub and looked at it from my angle, she too was amazed. It was gone in a flash. This continued for months. I tried to scrub the image off the mirror many times. It came back each time. I showed it to anyone who wanted to see it. People came over, I turned the shower on, and when it steamed up, the image appeared. Everyone was amazed. Unfortunately, I did not take a picture of it. I do have plenty of witnesses, though. After the first appearance of this phenomenon, I took my son, four years older than my daughter, aside and told him that I thought Uncle Thomas was in the house. He agreed hurriedly and told his story about Uncle Thomas’ recliner that was in his room. When my son went to school in the morning, the chair sat in its normal state. After school, he found it reclined, like someone had sat in it earlier in the day. I was the only one home and never sat in that chair. Time passed and I decided to ask my daughter. She thought Uncle Thomas was here as well. Her story includes an old typewriter of his and how it started typing one night. We all got used to Uncle Thomas being in the house. We spoke to him sometimes. He spoke back with the image in the bathroom mirror. It became a comfort, especially so soon after he passed. I have to believe that other happenings have occurred with others. Backstory: When I wrote for a newspaper, I covered a story at a funeral home that held a service for loved ones left behind, a remembrance for those who passed away that year. I spoke with a woman afterward and she told me that her husband had been around her for nearly a year. She was amazed that I did not think she was crazy. For some reason or another, people sometimes do not believe their eyes or even think what just happened was real. It is. In my case, eventually, the phenomenon in the mirror started to lighten. It was sad to know Uncle Thomas was going onward. And then, finally one night many months later my former husband and I were watching television. Out of the corner of our eyes we saw the ceiling fans move and stop. We stopped trying to explain the phenomena away. To us, Uncle Thomas waived goodbye. So, yes, we do live on and on and on and on. . . Blessings of Peace and Love And how they fit into who we are now. Seriously, how did I become a psychic medium, healer, teacher? Did I always have the gifts?
Sometimes I think back to when I was a child and wonder if I ever saw a ‘ghost’ that creeped me out so badly that I turned off my gifts. I have a couple of interesting memories. I’m from Wisconsin. We have basements there. And underneath the basement stairwell, there was a ledge in the back. I’d sit there a lot when I was a kid. It was dark. I recall sitting there with one of my sisters asking if they could hear the voices. No, nothing. Interesting. I know at one point I recall going to what I thought was a Salvation Army meeting when I was in grade school. I always thought that I went my best friend’s father because she wasn’t interested in going. I saw that friend a while back and asked her about it. She had no idea what I was talking about nor did her mother, his wife. I thought it odd because I remember that person looking like her dad. He was taller, had perfectly styled gray hair – short in the back with a little wave up front. If it wasn’t her father, who was it? As I’ve been thinking about this blog for a couple of days and now writing it, that person comes to my mind’s eye (subjective clairvoyance). I’m not sure today in what building that doorway with the sign ‘Salvation Army’ was/is but know for sure that there was a salmon painted brick wall. Once inside, there were what looked like pews and prominent people, or people in charge, who sat on a platform behind a large desk area, something like you would see in a court of law. I remember the first time I was there I received a small gift. Everyone clapped that I was there. Where? Perhaps, it was a dream that I had, or a place I went to in my dreams. In real time, I remember asking someone about the doorway later and they said there was nothing in there. Hmm. I know I did see black figures moving about in the bedroom I shared with my sisters. No one else saw them. I used to get in trouble for saying there were people in the room when there apparently were not. Listen, we were all born with the gifts. Think back as a child. Do you recall having them? I remember one dream I had. Like most kids, I was big with Saturday morning cartoons. I loved the Super Friends. In my dream I was at the Grand Theater, a place where movies were shown. There was a box on the stage. There were many people in the audience. The Super Friends were trying to coax me into the box. I refused. I could see energy moving within it. I thought the box to be less than good. I escaped. I told my family of the dream, and they thought it was funny because it was the Super Friends. I chuckled too. Why would they be less than good? Who knows? I stopped watching cartoons after that. Maybe, I tired of convincing my family of something that did not exist for them. Or perhaps, they got tired of hearing it. We all have the gifts. Tune in! |
AuthorLori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all. Archives
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