FROM THE ETHERS
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The other day my daughter, Sydney, and I took our bundle of joy, Royce, for a walk in his stroller. One of the elderly ladies in the community said, ‘You know, that little one has been in your family before.’
My daughter and I agreed. Long before that day Sydney had mentioned how Royce had grandpa’s ears. I looked and decided she was correct. A few weeks later my daughter shared that Royce rolls to his side to sleep. You guessed it – grandpa, my dad, almost always slept on his side. And then there’s the obsession that I must see Royce as much as I can. Yes, this could be because he’s my first grandchild. It’s more than that, though. I just feel this pull toward him. My dad was very important in my life. I cried hysterically 20 years before he died about his death. Royce and I have a grand connection. Backstory: Sydney was in the Camp giving readings and was about eight months pregnant. She was having Braxton Hicks contractions. My massage therapist had just arrived. I was concerned. Sydney said she just wanted to get home to her husband. She left. I got on the table. I saw a smudge on the floor that looked like a heart. Next thing I knew I saw red hearts fluttering up toward me. Did I mention my grandson has the gifts? The day I received my healing papers I was chatting with Royce on the bed in the backroom of my place. He had this huge grin on his face and belly laughed – his first one. My dad had a great sense of humor, and a laugh that will not be forgotten. Perhaps, Royce got a bit of grandpa’s DNA, or maybe just maybe it is my dad coming back to give me and others life lessons. Royce is a fire sign as am I. My daughter, a Cancer, Cancer rising with a Capricorn moon, said, ‘Don’t forget you’re both fire signs.’ I said without missing a beat, ‘No worries. You have plenty of water to put the fire out.’ Incidentally, my dad’s a Capricorn. People look at Royce to say who he looks like. It’s what we do when we see babies. It’s what people did with Sydney. My dad said, ‘She looks like Sydney.’ I said the same: ‘He looks like Royce.’ Some things never change. Blessings of Peace and Love!
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There’s one week left of the phenomenon circle. I have been teaching seven students for the past seven weeks. Last week was even more phenomenal than the table tipping week. We did transfiguration, the changing of the face, for two hours.
Earlier in the day before class was to start, I was invited over to pick out some books that lined the walls in my friend’s woo-woo room. She left this plane of existence just over a month ago. I have to say it was little strange going into her place. I felt her energy briefly. She wouldn’t be one to hang around too long because adventure awaits. Backstory: This woman has always been there for me. The first time I was in her woo-woo room physically I told her that I had seen the place before in my dreams, so it was really the second time I had been there. During another visit, I saw my first Orb with a man’s face within it when we were having a conversation. Oh, the stories I could tell. I picked out some books. Her husband went to get a couple of boxes. I found some old-time tarot cards and divinity cards. It was super strange taking her things. It felt good to have them, though. I brought them home and sat in my desk chair, which she gave to me eight years ago. I went to the séance room a couple of hours before class to prepare the room. I brought flowers and lit sage and said a prayer. I hoped my friend would somehow make an appearance. We took turns sitting in the chair that has a large rectangular mirror above it. The mirror provides a place to see Spirit as well as other phenomena going on in the room. As soon as the first person sat, the room went wild. First a fluorescent blue outline shaped like a diamond appeared on the mirror, as if to say the show was on. Everyone saw it, which makes it true phenomenon. And then fluorescent blue orbs filled the air for about 15 to 20 minutes. Everyone saw them. It was truly amazing. And then a huge bang was heard. I knew it had to be my friend. I was thankful for her presence. To top that off, a few days later one of my friends stopped by and I told her of the happenings. As I shared the story, at least 30 Spirits filled the room to hear it. I know darn well one of them was my friend. We Spiritualists have phenomenon circles, do table tipping and transfiguration to prove the continuity of life. We never die. We are on a continuous journey. Blessings of Peace and Love! The other day I saw an armadillo. In Native-American medicine, the armadillo is about boundaries, setting appropriate boundaries. It’s not the easiest thing to do, especially when you just wanna get along and help others.
The issue is not everyone wants to get along. They live for drama; they stir the pot, or just want you to fit in a box that works for them. I can’t have that in my life anymore. I finally had enough of people’s behavior toward me, so I’m in the process of setting appropriate boundaries, which takes courage. People don’t like it when you change because now, they must change their ways. Most people do not like change. Change is constant. Do what’s best for you. You must take care of yourself. Backstory: It’s been a hot summer and since l slimmed down some, I’m fitting nicely into summer dresses. Someone felt it appropriate to let me know that my dresses were too short and that I should wear pants under them. They are at my knee, and one is a ¼ of an inch above my knee. I stood my ground and said that they were appropriate and pointed out others who wore shorter attire. Later in the day this person took a public swipe at me, which I did not allow. I stood my ground. My boundaries are now set with this person and others because news carries quickly. Trust me when I say it took courage. I have plenty. Back, backstory: When I worked as a staff writer at a newspaper, I covered city and county meetings. I learned a certain amount of courage when I walked to the press table, which was normally up front between those running the meeting and those who had business on the agenda. There’s no cowering there. You gotta own it! The below came up on my Facebook timeline as memories: ‘Keep hanging out with yourself until you are you again’ – unknown ‘Sweet girl, it wasn’t that you weren’t enough, it’s your energy . . .it asks others to rise-up, and not everyone is willing to go where they would grow’ – butterflies rising ‘Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes’ – William Gibson Sometimes being reminded of who we are is the kick-start we need to make change. Find the courage to be you! Peace When in doubt, do it yourself. Makes sense, right? For the past several weeks I have been facilitating a phenomenon circle in the Colby Memorial Temple seance room at Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. The reason we Spiritualists hold these types of classes is to prove the continuity of life.
That seance room has been around since 1923. Tens and thousands of seances must have been held in that room through the years. The room is definitely charged with energy. Class members have had the honor to see Spirit, lights and transfiguration while sitting in the red light. Transfiguration is when the medium sits in meditation and others see the medium's face change. Everyone sees it, which makes it true phenomenon. Incidentally, white light dissipates the ectoplasm, which comes from the medium and others to manifest Spirit, hence the change of faces. And so finally, the class came when we did table tipping. I went into the room earlier in the day, turned the air conditioning on and said some prayers while I burned sage. Before leaving the room, I looked at that table and said, 'you had better be ready to rock 'n roll tonight.' Backstory: I've pretty much always believed that table tipping was a scam -- somehow the person leading had a way of controlling the table. I always watched closely to see if the leaders' hands were assisting it to move, or if somehow there was a contraption connected to the table. Deep down I had doubts. I did my best to keep them at bay. I wanted the night to be successful. A student and I got there early and looked under the table, even lifted one of the legs to see what was underneath. There was a piece of felt, which made sense -- no need to scuff up the floors. Back back story: The table has been in that seance room for years. It's larger and it is heavy. If I recall correctly, there are four pedestals. They say a three-pedestal table is better to use, so I always wondered why that table. Regardless, I have witnessed that table moving in the past. So, the eight of us started out sitting around the table. As soon as we put our fingertips on that table, we all felt the vibration. The table was breathing. I must admit I was excited. Finally, it slowly bounced and we went around the table asking who the Spirit was there to chat with. At one point, I said the table was going to start spinning. I saw it in a vision. I prepared the students by telling them to push the chairs back out of the way when it happened. That table spun and moved about the for at least 20 minutes. Truly amazing! I could've stayed there all night. I can now say the skeptic in me has been put to rest. If you don't believe it, try it yourself. Peace Everything happens for a reason, and it's because of Natural Law.
I'm sure everyone has heard of the Law of Attraction -- more than likely because of the book "The Secret" many years ago. That book focused on attracting money. However, the law doesn't work like that. Yes, you can focus on making money, but how much. What else were you thinking about? Maybe you were thinking about your daughter too and then she calls. Maybe that money does come around, but not how much you wanted. Now, the Law of Manifestation comes into play. One never knows what the Law of Attraction will attract. It's why it's imperative that you take care of your thoughts and words. What you put out there comes back to you. And now the Law of Vibration comes into play. Natural laws are connected to everything. They have been around forever. Aristotle is said to be the father of natural law. A conversation in a group setting came about recently because someone said another person was dark. I said that I did not attest to darkness. I actually was called out by another using the Law of Duality, which I thought to be odd since I've been working in this field for 17 years. I went with the flow. I do realize that good and less than good exist. However, I do my best not to live in the less the good, or darkness. Backstory: Long ago I met a woman in class who did not watch television. I thought it to be insane, until I finally turned off the news. People said I lived in my own little bubble. I thought please, I am an intelligent person, I know less than good exists. Why must I live there? Later on, while mopping my floor, spirit gave me input on the Law of Duality, specifically good vs. less than good. If one looks at good and less than good separately, then there must be good and less than good in each because duality exists in everything. In example, someone sees a man needing food and goes and buys him some, but then boasts about it. Or someone hurts another and feels remorse. And now the Law of Cause and Effect comes into play. The bottom line is that your vibration will dictate your thought process. It's up to you where you want to live. Blessings of Peace and Love! I feel the dreaded countdown coming on already. You know the one -- 283 days until summer of 2022. It officially starts on June 21. Yes, I'm in Florida, so I do subtract 30 days from that date.
I love summer and the days are dwindling. There's a lightness in the air, a subtle change and it's been getting darker and darker earlier and earlier. I even missed the beach last week. I've been going once weekly since early June. I love the summer breeze. Backstory: I'm from central Wisconsin. Quite a chilly place come wintertime and it seemed to get colder and colder for longer and longer. I always wanted to move to Hawaii. But then I'd spy the weather map and Florida was always sunny. Here I am. I've been here for 30 some odd years. A couple of years back I walked by a gentleman who said it was too hot out. My reply: It's better than shoveling snow. Yes, it does get brutal hot sometimes and I am thankful and grateful for air conditioning. Somehow, I truly believe if I did not have that I would be fine with finding me some shade. It's not that I don't like when it gets cooler, nothing under 80 degrees please. I enjoy opening my doors to allow the breeze to flow through. I did put on a pair of jeans for a couple of hours the other morning. Even the grasshoppers are preparing. I noticed a coupled grasshopper on the screen of my front porch. Looking at it as an animal totem, it tells me to take a leap of faith. I looked up the mating habits of grasshoppers because after three days I wasn't sure if they were still alive. LOL I thought if I ever moved back to Wisconsin, which is highly unlikely, or to anywhere it is cold, I would have to hibernate. My place would definitely have an entire floor designated as a gym. I'd have to wait to see if the groundhog's shadow would be or not and continue to count the days indoors. Sept. 22 marks the end of summer. I know, I know I'm in Florida and we should be good for a few more weeks, perhaps another 30 days. I'm holding on. However, I feel summer of 2021 slipping away. I dread that first rain when a cold front follows. There's always Indian Summer, which happens anywhere from Nov. 11 to Nov. 22. After that, when it rains, it gets cold. I've always threatened to move farther south. For now, I'll continue to enjoy the summer, and start thinking about how I will keep myself warm in this apartment building, which came about in 1896 well before insulation was a thought. Summer breeze makes me feel fine . . . Peace I love being a knower. People think I'm cray, cray, but I'm not. I know things. Sometimes I don't know that I know things, but I know them.
Just the other day I was thinking about dirty diapers. I don't know why I thought of this. Yeah, I get that I'm a new grammy and all, but dirty diapers? Later that day my daughter called to say they forgot to wash the diapers before they left town. I chuckled since I already knew this was to come about, but just didn't know when or why. I think knowers know things because they have either saw it in a dream or vision. Backstory: A couple of years ago I dreamt of a shih tzu and leaned his name was Buddy. I thought it odd because the family pet was a shih tzu by named Missy. The next day I went up to one of the buildings in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp and met a woman with a shih tzu. The name? You guessed it -- Buddy. Being a knower isn't always the easiest. First, people don't believe you. As I said earlier, sometimes I don't know that I know things. Sometimes I will cry for no apparent reason, but I know something is coming and I probably won't like it. I have mentioned in a previous blog that I love cloud gazing, and that I see symbols, numbers, even words in them. After going through some stressful situations, I saw the word 'go' in the clouds. I'm good with that, but go where? Show me the signs is what I say. This brought about a daily meditation practice again. It's not that I don't meditate because I do when I'm writing, when I'm working out, when I'm driving, but not sitting in the power daily. Mediation is a necessity. To meditate, lie down in your bed and place your arms at your side with palms up. Have some music in the background, nothing you know. It's best to set an intention as to what you want to see happen during your meditation -- meet your guides, heal body/mind/spirit, have some peace. Every time you start thinking about what you should be doing rather than meditating, focus on your third eye, the space between your eyebrows, and your breath in and out. If you do five minutes the first day, celebrate. The next day try for 10 minutes. A 20-minute daily meditation practice works for me. Once you become a meditator, you'll be doing much more. So, when you need an answer, mediate or sleep on it. Also, if you are a knower, never doubt your gift. Leave the doubters behind, or just don't share with them. Peace I have decided that it's best to just go about my business -- be me, and don't care what other people think. I know I have talked about this in my blog before, but sometimes I need to be reminded. Yes, I tell myself here and there as I go through life. It never really sticks. Why? Because I care way too much.
The tough part is to realize people don't care as much as I do. Yes, I guess they could care about other things, but most times 'it's all about me.' And yes, life should be about me because no one else is going to pay my bills. Who else is going to do for me? I'll tell you who -- family and a few good friends whom I consider family. I do care about my students. Speaking of students, I just started an eight-week phenomenon circle. We started with transfiguration, which is when your faces changes while sitting in a room with red light. It's very cool. Next week we're sitting in the energy. I cannot wait to see more spirits, lights and hear raps. It's exciting to prove the continuity of life! I do care about my clients every one of them. I do wanna help and do care so very deeply. I do care about everyone, the collective. I can feel when things go haywire, and I can feel when things go good as well. Sometimes I must block out the world to keep my sanity. I do care for those people who do not treat me the way I want to be treated, although I do not care for their behavior. I do care for people who break the law because I know somewhere deep down it's a cry for help. People do things because it's what they learned. It is survival mode for some. This is understanding. I do care about myself. Sometimes, we must put ourselves first, and it's OK when we do. Do not feel guilty about it. Take care of you first, and in the process of taking care of yourself, you ultimately take care of others. Just once weekly do something for you! Blessing of Peace and Love! The third time is the charm. Colby Memorial Temple in Southern Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp is scheduled for a soft opening Aug. 22 with a grand opening on Aug. 29. This will be the third time I have written about it.
First I wrote a press release to be sent out to the media. Next, I wrote a nearly 900-word article for my freelance gig with the Hometown News. Finally, this blog. Colby Memorial Temple, which is just over 6,000-sqaure-feet, is simply amazing. It's the spiritual center of the community, which is 55 acres and the place I call home. Backstory: The first time I stepped foot in Colby Memorial Temple it was for a Sunday Service, which still starts at 10:30 a.m. The lecturer for the day comes back later in the service and gives messages proving the continuity of life. I got a message and was told that I would someday be on the platform doing what he was doing. I thought he was crazy. Sure enough 11 years later there I was speaking at the podium and giving messages. The energy on the podium in remarkable. Imagine, standing there where tens and thousands of other mediums stood since 1923 giving their energy to those who gathered. Trust me when I say it is surreal. I will be receiving my healing papers on Sept. 5. I will speak about my healing journey in hopes to nudge others on their own healing journey. The interesting thing about healing is you might think you're healed in a particular area, but then something comes up to let you know you are not quite there and to keep going. It's not always the easiest, which makes it worth it. I am a healer. Always have been. Back Backstory: When I was around 7 years old, I used to rub my auntie's feet. She always said that my hands were so hot and that I had healing hands. I didn't think much of it then. I was just kid. Who knew? I guess my auntie. After receiving my papers, I plan on being open one day weekly to be a conduit of the healing energies to assist in healing body/mind/spirit in recipients. Hope to see you! Healing prayers sent to you, the world and the universe. Namaste I decided this week to walk the streets and hills of Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. Great exercise. Some of the hills are pretty steep. And so I'm on way when I run into someone who has their opinions about certain things. I stopped and listened.
If you don't know this, Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp is filled with psychic mediums. The surrounding community, the City of Cassadaga, has a hotel and several shops that are filled with psychics. This gentleman made this comment: 'I'm going to open my own shop and put you all out of business because I will give free readings. You don't charge people when using your gifts.' I thought this man to be ludicrous. He would not let me get a word in edgewise. I finally walked away. In my mind, I think, 'I am a writer. This is one of my gifts. Does this mean I should not be paid for what I write? I don't think so.' Same as when a hairdresser cuts your hair -- most people get paid for this. You offer a service, you get paid. Bottom line: To live, we need money. Furthermore, I spent thousands of dollars through the years to hone my gifts. I have sat in psychic mediumship classes as well as other classes since 2004. Not to mention, the thousands of hours spent in mediation. I have worked with Spirit to help others and to help myself. When you grow your gifts, you grow spiritually as well. I believe that helping others is part of everyone's life lesson. On many occasions, I have gifted readings to those I know don't have the money to pay. My final thoughts to that gentleman -- go ahead and open that shop. I hope you do well. Thank-you Spirit! |
AuthorLori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all. Archives
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