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!
Are just around the corner. Oh, I’ll be keeping my office in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp for the unforeseeable future, but I will be laying my head elsewhere in the next week or so.
It’s a little scary, moving – change.
It’ll be a 30-day trial to see how it goes, so it could still be considered an option. On one hand, I’m super excited to live somewhere that is not a public place. On the other hand, I will be paying twice the rent.
Backstory: When I separated and divorced after 22 and 25 years of marriage respectively, I moved three times yearly for three years straight. I guess I was trying to find my space.
I have resided in many places in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp – eight to be exact, although one was for a week and another for a month. I have truly loved living on and off in my office for nearly seven years now. The Spirits know me here. I just said to them: ‘Come visit whenever you want.’ Now that I’m thinking about it, I hope the Spirits at my new place will be fine with it.
I’m only a few miles away in Lake Helen, one of the larger old homes, which I’ve fancied for years as I drove by. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the sign: ‘Rooms for Rent.’ I called and visited the next day. Talk about a room; it’s the size of my kitchen, front room and then some.
It will be a lovely new quietude greatly appreciated.
I won’t miss the mayhem at Hotel Cassadaga, especially for the month of October culminating for 10 nights of Halloween. I won’t be seeing the friendly flashes from cameras hoping to capture orbs (said to be Spirit) as the Friday and Saturday night tours stroll by. And then there’s the occasional knock on the door well after hours.
On another note, I won’t miss the neighbor upstairs watering plants on her porch so much that water lands on my chair cushions. And then there’s that odd smell of a little something something if you get my drift. My clients do not need that.
I’m sure there will be new noise. I’ve been told of the trolley meandering through the town looking at holiday lights and decorations. It won’t be blaring through my window since I’m on the second floor.
I’ve been driving around my new place for weeks perhaps protecting where I will be. I will be spreading my energy, which may be taxing at times. But because the public is not a constant at my new place, I don’t feel that my guard will be up as much.
I am ready for the new Spirits to show themselves. I do know there’s an elderly man who resides in the attic. I saw him several times as I drove by. He knows I can see him.
Listen, I’m already talking myself into this new place. It’s exciting. I’ve worked from home for nearly 25 years. This is the next great adventure.
Is the grass greener on the other side? Access to a couch, lounging chairs, dining room table, large kitchen and a bathtub are going to be wondrous.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
P.S. Embrace Change!
What is time? Ha. It’s funny how when you want or need something done, it rarely happens on your timetable.
I had been waiting for my new shower filter to come in the mail. Just a day before it was to arrive, I got the email notice that the item was no longer in stock and that my payment method would be refunded. I ordered a whole new system, and it finally arrived the other day, still way too long from when I ordered it – Spirit Time!
Never mind that I noticed my hair was falling out. I finally started using my filtered water at the sink to wash it. My hair is a big deal since I lost it all after my second chemotherapy treatment. It grew back, in Spirit Time! Anyone with curly hair knows how long it takes to grow.
Backstory: When my hair was not coming in the way I wanted it to, my daughter sent me to her master cosmetologist. I sat in her chair and cried. She was very understanding and put me in touch with some great Curlsmith products to assist with my plight.
I visit that cosmetologist twice yearly in Bunnell. On the way there, I thought it would be fabulous to have someone rub my shoulders. Once there, I waited for my appointment time and saw that someone was giving their partner a shoulder rub. You can’t make this up! No, I didn’t get a rub, but what an odd thing to think on the way there.
Anyhow, my beloved cosmetologist asked what was going on with my hair because I lost my new growth on top. She said it looked like it all broke off. I said it had to be the water. She mentioned something about protein, but I knew it was the cruddy water.
It’s OK, I just keep going, more determined to grow that hair back – in Spirit Time!
I’ve had water and pipe issues for years. Same with pesky termites, which finally infiltrated one of my reading chairs. I’ve been waiting for four years for something to happen there. I went to a place called – Do It Yourself Pest Control and got something to hopefully save my chair. The exterminator won’t be here until Aug. 31 – at least it’s this year – Spirit Time!
And then I was to take a friend to the airport on Monday. I had a feeling that the drive was not going to happen. I got a phone call to let me know that things had changed. I took his wife to see him in the hospital. Turns out he had an idea that wouldn’t be going on his trip either. Spirit Time!
See, the thing is we think everything is in our time. It truly is not. When things don’t happen for us when we think they should, we get upset or fret over it when we just need to take a breath and realize that yes, everything is in Spirit Time!
Blessings of Peace and Love!
Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.