FROM THE ETHERS
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A friend of mine had a real scare this past week. Her father was in bad shape healthwise. She didn’t know if he was going to make it or not. She wondered when or if she should fly out to see him. Then, he made a turn for the better; and she spoke with him.
Death, or so-called death – leaving the physical body and continuing-on to the next dimension – is not the easiest for those left behind. Listening to my friend talk about this brought memories back for me. It was one of the toughest times in my life, to lose my father. That was 16 years ago; the memories are fresh. Back then, I wrote an article about how I thought my father knew on some level that he was going to ‘die’ because of his actions before his heart surgery. I hoped that it would be published in Reader’s Digest to no avail. I still have the rejection letter. My friend and I talked about the signs I had before his passing. My daughter and I went to Wisconsin almost a full week before the surgery. People asked why we didn’t plan on staying longer after the procedure. I had no idea why. My dad took us for a drive through the local cemetery. He showed my daughter and I where everyone was buried. We went to his favorite restaurants. Then there was a little something that needed fixing with the toilet. He had to get to the hardware store before it closed and get the part needed for the repair. That was the night before his surgery. That Friday after the surgery, we were told he would be coming home Monday. I sat in the driveway listening to ‘Southern Cross’ for hours crying my eyes out. I finally settled in for sleep. Moments later we got the call from the hospital that his organs were shutting down and that dialysis was needed. Easy to see the signs now. My friend told me that before her grandmother died, she was talking nonsense. I recalled my father did too. She said then one day her grandmother was clear with her thoughts. The two talked and her grandmother shared that she was leaving and that her mother, on the higher side of life, had been sitting in the chair next to her bed for a month. Her mother told her that they were going to take flight somewhere and she didn’t want to go because she was afraid of flying. Her mother told her it’s not that kind of flight, so she was able to go. We all know that we are going to leave this earth plane eventually. Make a decision about your belief system. When you do that, I believe it’s much easier to make this journey of what we call life. We’re all just walking each other home. Peace
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I’ve been keeping a secret now for several months. That’s pretty big for a writer. In fact, I even asked my daughter if I could write about the news in my blog. Now, that’s a first at least for me. You guessed it. I am going to be a grandma and I am over the moon!
You can’t get much over on me. The day I found out I was driving along with a Camp member to make a deposit at the bank. My daughter left a message on my phone, which was odd because I knew she was at work. She would never call. My thoughts went everywhere and then I honed-in and said out loud, She’s probably pregnant.’ Later that morning we were finally able to chat. I shared that I knew why she was calling. She couldn’t wait to hear what I had to say. She and her husband were going on a trip the following week. I said you want me to come by your house and check on it. She said that wasn’t the news, but yes, she did want me to come by because she was expecting a delivery. We are psychic. She blurted out: ‘I’m pregnant.’ After moments of excitement, we figured the dates to see what sign the baby would be. She so hopes for a Cancer baby, just like she. Turns out she’s due at the end of July beginning of August – a Leo baby it is. A little soul after my Sagittarius heart. I received signs for a few days after that, so it is true. We joked that it’s karma and I have teased, ‘You will not put her fire out.’ Too cute! Backstories: The funny thing is since my daughter was a little girl, she claimed that she was going to have five babies. And then in high school, she feared women who were pregnant. She just couldn’t be around them; then, her anatomy teacher became pregnant that year. It was a hoot! I shared with my daughter that our first special child is girl. The happy parents decided not to find out what they were having. As I said, I did see a girl many times at first. But then one day I was sending healing to my daughter because she had a horrible headache for days. As I was doing that, I saw the baby and Spirit showed it with a blue beanie cap on. Trust me when I say I’m good either way! Now I’m just wondering if five grandbabies are still in my future – maybe three. God Bless! For days, I have been hearing these lyrics in my head: ‘I want something else, to get me through this.’ I finally looked it up. Some of you may know the song titled, ‘Semi-Charmed Life’ by Third Eye Blind. I really had no idea what the lyrics were about until I looked it up. It’s about taking heroin of which I have not done and will do my best to continue that. I never claim never. I did one time when I quit smoking and went back. The struggle was real. It’s been 15 years since I’ve had a cigarette.
I know I’ve talked about this many times – stand your ground. Speak your truth even if you stand alone. Regardless, if you speak with passion or quietly, some people do not want to hear it. It’s OK to live in your own little world. I do at times. The thing is if the people around you are your tribe, they will allow you to speak your truth and thank you for it. Some may try to punish you for it because of their own life circumstances. These people are not your tribe. If speaking your truth upsets your tribe – good. Perhaps, you are there to cause change. Perhaps, they will hear, comprehend and move forward. It’s OK to disagree with others. It is not OK to disagree with others and abuse them. I’d rather have someone come to my face to say something less than to me. At least I know how this person feels about me or a situation. We can work together to resolve the relationship or situation. When people voice their thoughts in a safe environment, relationships thrive. On the other hand, talking negatively behind people’s backs, continues the negative energy. Trust me when I say, I have done the latter and I am moving on from that. There are a couple of women who talk down to me, act like they know more than me, act like I’m not worthy enough to walk in the same space as them, unless of course, they want something from me. I am done with that. I have decided the next time either of them speaks to me that way I am going to tell them that I do not like their tone and request that they change it the next time. They will either respect what I am requesting, or I will know beyond a shadow of a doubt that they are not my tribe. When you make positive changes in your life for YOUR life, do not go back. Some people around you may not like your changes because they knew how to communicate with the ‘old you.’ Keep evolving whether you are amongst your soul tribe or not. Eventually, you will find what you are looking for. Finally, be a warrior by getting out of your head and moving forward. You are perfect just the way you are. Yes, be nice to people. Help others – everyone’s life purpose as far as I’m concerned. Do not be a doormat for anyone. You Rock! My guides and I work an afternoon message service just about every Sunday in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. A couple of weeks ago I was second to do Spirit Greetings for the service, which was a good thing since I had to be back to facilitate my workshop.
Spirit drew me to the corner of the room to a young boy, who looked to be around 10 years old. I asked permission from his adult. I knew that he loved to build things and may just build bridges someday. Plus, I brought through his grandmother. I don’t normally recall readings, so two thoughts are pretty impressive from a three-minute reading. I went to another person and left to get ready. I was back just after the service had ended. I walked through the Welcome Center and there was the boy gathered with two other children his age around an older woman thought to be a grandmother. He wanted to know why I chose him. He was so excited to see me that he motioned like he wanted to hug me. He told me that he loves to build things. His grandmother answered his question. She said it was because he was so special and then turned to rest to tell them they were as well. I agreed. I asked the boy if he wanted a hug and he said yes. We embraced. The boy next to him looked as if he needed a hug too, so I asked. We embraced. In the meantime, toward the side of me yet another young boy around 10 was at the side of his mother, who was riffling through the activity flyers. I looked at him and asked, ‘Do you want a hug too?’ He said, ‘mom?’ She looked and said, ‘Yeah, go ahead.’ It was a joyous harmonious moment in time. Hugs are contagious and are so needed. I sure hope this happens elsewhere in the world, in someone else’s moment of time. I just love the feeling I felt from that, a healing moment for all involved. I still easily feel that moment as I write this. I love that. I want more of those moments – I just said to the universe. Thank you, Spirit! Lots going on this past week, so I thought I’d share short vignettes.
First, my daughter is now reading in my backroom – lots of fun. We were able to get two chairs that were once owned by our master teacher from an elderly man in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. We both have reading chairs that were once our master teacher’s. My daughter came in to do readings one day while I was out and about. Once back home, she said that she sat for 45 minutes without a phone call for a reading. She recalled what I had said earlier about lighting a candle when I’m ready to read, so she did. Guess what? Yep, the phone did not stop ringing. I love that! Speaking of candles – If you are not following me on my Facebook page Life in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp – Mayberry It Is, you may not know that there are 30 to 40 crystals on my dresser top and they move when I’m sleeping or not at home. Some ‘fall’ or are pushed off as well. The two 8-inch-tall glass contained candles got into the act of moving as well. The blue one has moved three to four inches, usually just a little nudge at a time. I’ve had them for years and years, rarely burning them. I decided to light them the other day and when I checked a few minutes later the blue one had a flame that was 5 inches high, the sides of the candle turned black and little black puffs of smoke came from the flame. It was wild. I wouldn’t expect anything less. I know I have mentioned I’m a knower. Have I mentioned I’m shown things before they happen? I knew there was something up with this ‘possessed’ candle. I showed a couple of my students who reside near the Camp. I told them what happened. As if right on time, one asked, ‘What did you do to the candle?’ I chuckled. I love a skeptic. I thought about what the message was behind the candle shenanigans. I toyed with a couple of ideas and soon realized that it was significant in the fact that certain people around me are not seeing my communications clearly. The color, blue, is about communication and the black colored film clouded it. Make sense? Finally, a penny showed up when I was not expecting it. I know it is spirit dropping by to say hello. When I find these coins, mostly pennies and dimes, I line them up at the edge of the floorboard in my front office. I have six dimes and five pennies now. Hope these stories gave you something to smile about for a moment. Have a blessed day! Peace My first career was in the hospitality business. I was a server for many years and then a bartender. Yeah, I dabbled in management, more money and less responsibility in the former areas. I think fondly of others in the business, most working for tips. I always tip well even if the service wasn’t quite up to par.
It can be tough business. I’ve had people stick my finger in their cold rare prime rib; a woman once caught her nails on fire and dipped her fingertips in the water glass at a fine dining restaurant. That was a sight. The other day I had a reading with a woman who gave me a $35 tip. I was surprised. She confirmed that she worked as a server earlier in the reading and knew what it was like to work for tips. I thanked her and thought ‘what goes around, comes around.’ Yes, I’m using that phrase in the positive. I thought it interesting that the Internet and probably most of humanity does not. It’s a mindset. Even before I realized I was on my spiritual path, I was a fair tipper. Backstory: My parents, from the North, only tipped 10 percent on bills. I used to go back and add money and finally I said you pay the bill I will tip the server. It worked. We truly must be mindful of other people’s feelings. It can be hard at times when we, ourselves, have so much going on in life. Before decisions are made, they should be thought out from all angles. Being mindful of others and their feelings is imperative to live peacefully, in harmony. Funny thing happened earlier this week, a little thing called synchronicity. I was working on an article about a woman who was chosen as one out of 50 mixologists heading on to the next round of competition for bartender of the year. Come to find out there’s an element of storytelling around the crafted cocktail that is chosen. Don’t you love how that just came around? Is that a double synchronicity? Here’s the final word this time around: It’s OK to express yourself as long as it’s in a mindful manner. Mind you – you cannot control how people perceive your expressions. Keep your cards close to your chest and do your best to be mindful. I feel like I had two or three writing guides coming in to assist with writing this. Pretty wild. There’s always hope, remember that! I love doing readings. When I get into the energy, it just amazes me. Spirit works with everything I have ever known in my or our entire life/lives. It’s the same for everyone else who does readings to include those who are intuitive.
The other day my appointments came in. First, I read the husband. I knew right away he was a skeptic – my favorite. I usually can win these people. The reading went well. Next up was his wife. She was much more open. Spirit showed me a picture of my mother’s mother ring, which had three birthstones. Backstory: My mom used to let us play with her jewelry. We couldn’t play with her diamond earrings, but I sure do remember her mother’s ring. And guess what one time we lost it, but it reappeared later. I had already told my client that she had three children and then the mother’s ring appeared. I said you had a mother’s ring and in unison we said, ‘you/I lost it.’ I looked a little deeper into the vision to see where it was. I said, ‘you lost it near water, yes?’ She said she lost it at the beach. She shared how she felt guilty about it and had never told her children. I said, well, Spirit suggests that you buy a new one and then share the story with your children. Mothers and their children are a beautiful thing. My daughter is now doing readings in my backroom in the Spiritualist Camp. It will be like old times when we attended intuition development classes together. We were class buddies for many years. It should be interesting. We both have louder voices, so we’ll have to be mindful of that. On Friday, she did her first readings while I was writing my article for the newspaper in the front room. Good times! It has been a week. I’m sure most of you have felt the energy. We’re in post-shadow Mercury Retrograde and the full moon is today. The energy was so out there I didn’t do readings in my Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp office for two days. I went to the beach one day. I’m not crazy enough to put my feet in the water yet, but it felt good to be there, download the energy.
I finally settled in on Friday to write my story for a local newspaper. It felt good to get it done. I called my older sister later that night. We caught up on things and talked about old times. You know those conversations, remember when? Some good times and not so good times, all the times shaped me to who I am today, same as your times shaped you. It’s been a journey for all of us – some awake, some not, all exactly where we are supposed to be. It felt good to remember times with my sister. We did laugh a lot. And then synchronicity stepped in. My best friend from the neighborhood all through grade school popped up to chat. She reached out to let me know that she thought another neighborhood friend had graduated to the higher side of life. Isn’t it interesting how death (and rebirth) brings people together? Backstory: When I saw the short death notice my friend sent me, it made me think of my dad and how he used to read the obituaries in the newspaper every single day. As if to see how much longer he might have or to just remember long ago friends he hadn’t seen in a while. My friend and I continued chatting. We caught up about other neighborhood friends and then made tentative plans to meet for lunch. She and her husband are ‘snowbirds’ and this is their first winter here. It will be nice to see them again. It has been quite a few years. Maybe it’s time for you to connect with childhood friends or other family members to reminisce about the old times and maybe make some new times to remember. I’ll be chatting with my great nephew on Sunday night. It will be our first time ever to meet. He will be 5 years old and I am so excited. My sister says he’s a little chatterbox. Good times! Peace, Joy, Love and Light My daughter posed a question to me a few weeks ago while we were heading to Orlando. She asked if I had an inner monologue, an inner voice. I thought it to be an odd question. I’m like yeah, doesn’t everyone? She said no, some people do not.
We drove for a little bit. I mulled it over and asked, ‘What do they think about?’ Her response: ‘I know, right?’ We laughed. I can’t imagine. After thinking about it for several weeks now, I still wonder. I did look it up and found that some people visualize inside of their heads instead of verbally speaking inside of their heads. Now that would truly be interesting. I mean seriously it’s one thing to get visions while doing a reading or in deep thought, but spontaneously in day-to-day interactions? I wonder if people like that go into a daydream type of state or live their continuously. Some studies have suggested that being an introvert or extrovert may have something to do with it. I’m still pondering this. I have posed questions for my daughter as well. Backstory: ‘Where are the dead people? What do they look like?’ Imagine hearing that for months on end and then on occasion when you are 7 years old. She always shared with me where they were and what they looked like. I found it interesting at the time. These days my daughter and I do a message service the second Saturday of each month in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. We work in tandem to bring loved ones through from Spirit for those in attendance. It’s awesome working together and seeing how we each have evolved and continue to evolve with our gifts. At our last message service, it was light and airy. We had a few laughs; however, we do take our work very seriously. Spirit likes that type of energy, as do I. For now, I look forward to our next contemplation. I know it will be thought-provoking and interesting. Look for the Blessings! One thing I had to really get used to residing in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp are the cats. They are everywhere. In the past, I have not been particularly fond of them, but I have met a couple that have meant something to me. The latest is an orange tabby rescue by the name of Rhiannon.
Rhiannon came into my life because she resides with a medium who works from the same building as I. The cat has had some health issues. I would go over to visit and send healing through my hands. The little cutie really has another medium, who is in the same building, wrapped around her pinky so to speak. The other medium really spent time healing the little one. One time, I brought over some cat treats and she really liked them. It something I did for a while. Because she was having a hard time putting weight on, her owner bought her a large box of treats. Backstory: Simba, another orange tabby cat, but male, was my first love. He’d come into my place, go into the bathroom to get a drink of water from my toilet and then sit in my front room while I did readings. Oh, how I wished for more time with him. Rhiannon is special, too. When I cook my weekly food, I take over some salmon. She loves that. One time I gave her some pork and still another time I brought over sweet potatoes. I guess she has me wrapped too. She does have a spot in her heart for me as well. I went up to the bookstore without stopping to chat. On the way back, the owner said Rhiannon had a hissy fit over it. Back Backstory: Long ago, my mom and dad had a cat, an orange tabby as well. His name was Pookie Bear. He was not the nicest. When my parents visited, they brought him. Although my daughter is allergic to cats, it did not stop her from playing with him. She lived on allergy medicine during those times. As she grew older, she remembered to wash her hands after handling him. I find it interesting that orange tabby cats have crossed my path so often in life. Maybe, just maybe, someday I might have my own. If I look at the orange tabby cat as periodic animal totem, it makes sense when assessing my life. I have always landed on my feet no matter what seems to come around and I’m very creative and nurturing. Take a look at reoccurring signs in your life and see how they fit. Blessings of Peace, Joy, Love and Light |
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