Big Energy II

The human side of the gathering of online students was one to be remembered. I had two women spending the night in my place for two nights. I loved the extra special camaraderie of the close-knit living space.

Beforehand I let everyone know that I do not drink coffee; therefore, I do not have a coffeemaker. So, when my roomies got here, they were sure to set up their coffee pots, which were on high alert the entire weekend.

I am sure that those Spirits who reside with me on a regular basis were thrilled with the smell of it. In fact, I’m sure some on-again, off-again Spirits stopped by for an occasional whiff.

I showed my roomies how the shower worked, and they discussed it later to be sure. I may have forgotten to mention that it’s a small cubicle and when I say small – shaving one’s legs is a no.

They did not complain. They were definitely quick showers, though.

That first night I tried to sleep on the air mattress in the front room, my reading room. Not that anyone was scared to sleep there, but I am sure they were thankful not to be – I have at least one portal in that room.

I did not sleep that night, maybe an hour. The six of us did class activities in the morning. I donated four readings to the Camp for Gala Day and then came back for more activities.

The next night the person in my bed and I shared the space. The other roomie was on top of another mattress on the floor. She commented that I would be hearing my bedmate snore. Those were the last words or noise that I heard until morning, thankfully.

For two nights and one afternoon, the group spent class time in the Séance Room at Colby Memorial Temple, which was written about in last week’s blog. On Saturday night we came back to my place to discuss happenings. We noted that my large pink lady painting, which was created by my master spiritual teacher, changed to a shade of purple. Divine!

In the midst of everything else, my roomies decided to go check out the Lake Helen-Cassadaga Cemetery.

Upon their return, one asked if there was someone from the Camp in that cemetery, someone that I knew. She said he told her to talk to me. She showed me a photo of the gravestone. It read: Donald A. Zanghi, my second Spiritual teacher in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. I was pleased to know that two of the students ran into him.

I so cannot wait to have another gathering. It is sure to be as special as this one.

Blessings of Peace and Love