Has hit a new level. And I recently posted about it on my Facebook account. The post became not available within hours. It’s because I gave an affirmation for everyone to say before leaving the front door.
‘Sending out the white light followed by the pink fog of love to wherever I go before I arrive.’ Imagine if everyone said that before getting into their vehicles to go wherever they are going. Bliss. I-4 has been quite interesting in my neck of the woods. One driver was in such hurry that he created his own lane on the side of the road and cruised it for at least 30 seconds, kicking up rocks and entering other lanes erratically. The driver seemed intent at any expense. It’s simple to me. When you get into your vehicle, please just drive, and at the speed limit and in the appropriate lane. Sounds like I might have a little road rage going on myself. LOL Backstory: In my younger years, I’d flip people off and give a lovely curse word on occasion. Finally, moved to peace signs and to sending a white light of protection to those in need. Listen to this one: I was walking into the grocery store the other day – two other women were walking slightly behind me. Before crossing to go into the store, a man with his window rolled down in a truck was intent on cursing about someone in front of him. The three of us chuckled. The one woman said: ‘Road rage in a parking lot.’ Unbelievable. These days one just does not know what could happen on the road or elsewhere. Times are extreme – good vs less than good, which will win and at what expense. We really don’t know who is coming into our country and how many. One must be extra aware of his or her surroundings, feel the vibration, go out at certain times. It’s why I like to use that affirmation above: ‘Sending out the white light followed by the pink fog of love to wherever I go before I arrive.’ Bliss. Inner peace is needed to move through this thing we call life. How do we find that inner peace? By going inside, introspecting – looking at our own selves and then coming up with solutions that can be acted upon. Another post that was taken down by Facebook: ‘Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds. Have no fear for atomic energy 'cause none of them can stop the time’ ~Bob Marley Anyone else wonder why those posts would become unavailable? Safe Travels!
0 Comments
Babies and toddlers see more than just the physical third dimension.
The other day I was hanging out with my family. My daughter was in the kitchen, and I was in the dining room when my 2 ½ year old grandson walked in the kitchen, looked toward the floor, and asked, ‘Where’s Dante?’ His eyes followed toward the ground into the hallway. My daughter and I stopped in our tracks. Dante is a Corgi, who resided with my daughter for many years and with me for a short period before his forever home. He is on the higher side of life (dead). My grandson had never met him. But seemed to know and looked for him. Totally wild! And then the other day, I picked up my grandson from his daycare. It was the first time at that particular school. When I arrived, all the kids were on the playground and gathered toward me. One little girl was crying horribly. I finally asked, ‘Do you want a hug?’ She reached her arms out, so I picked her up and gave her love. I put her down and the rest of toddlers continued looking at me. I said I would give hugs to everyone and sent the energy of love to them as my grandson arrived from getting his clothes changed. I swore that these children could feel my energy and perhaps see a light around me. Backstory: My daughter saw auras around people. When she was around 9 years old, I asked what color she saw around me. She said it was red. Truly, it made sense at the time since I was the main caregiver in our family and dealt with societal situations. Think about it. Have you walked into a store and children just stared at you for what seemed like no reason? Maybe, maybe not. It’s always good to be a skeptic – that is until you realize there’s no point in it because you already know the truth. Not everyone does, though. I mentioned to my bestie about the children gathering around me. She said that’s a problem when it’s time for pickup. Children come to the door hoping it’s their loved one. Talk about popping my bubble. My daughter said something similar. Well, guess what? I’ve been back to that daycare a couple more times and the children have never gathered again. I believe! With the other situation, my daughter got the idea to check with the daycare about the name Dante. There is a child by that name. She shared the story with daycare worker, and that woman said it was probably Dante. My daughter and I both agreed that Dante was there. Heck, I didn’t really need more confirmation. I saw what my grandson did, and so did my daughter. My daughter had to step out of the room for a moment when it happened. Rey Rey, an aging part husky/English Shepherd, has not been well for quite some time. I said, ‘Dante is waiting for her.’ We agreed. It brought comfort. I believe! Perhaps they do in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp and the surrounding area. Imagine residing, working with a group of psychic mediums daily for seven, eight years.
Just the other day a certified medium, healer, teacher and ordained minister stopped by for a quick chat. He said something about he wondered where all the mediums have been lately, probably in their homes. I said it’s chilly. Someone has got to keep this rational. I knew there was more. ‘How do you know all these people are alive? Maybe they’re Spirit and we just don’t know it. Are they people, or Spirit?’ We rolled with laughter and gave a fist pump. I said this is my next blog. We laughed more. I swear by this – about two months ago I had a similar conversation with another resident of Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. Heck, the two probably contrived the whole scenario. LOL Backstory: A gentleman I’ve known since my student program days said to me: ‘When I see you, wave, so that I know you’re alive. I’ll wave too, so you know I’m alive.’ I agreed to wave. What a hoot! You cannot make this up. Well, I’m sure I could. I am a writer with a creative streak, or some may call it me being a channel to whomever wants to speak from the universe at any given time. Maybe now. What is real? What is not? I had an episode recently with one of my eyes. I saw a flock of birds in it. Thankfully, my retina is attached. I explained to my eye doctor, who is also a medical doctor, that I see what looks to be my pupil. I said my bestie from childhood, and I decided that perhaps I was seeing the lens that you surgically implanted. He smiled and then chuckled. He said it was a floater and guess what its shape is circular. LOL Listen, don’t judge me. I’ve seen some shit you can’t even imagine. Seriously though, who needs a street with ears when a psychic medium and reporter is on the scene. Bizarre! There’s always another side to it, not to bring in the obvious. . .
I have silver insulation lining my windows these days. When they first went up, I was excited to keep the cold out, still am. In fact, I thought it to be a bonus to assist with keeping unwanted energy out. I was relieved for the added protection. I’ve been residing in an apartment building that came about in 1896. No insulation. People chuckle when I say I’m freezing since I’m in Florida. It’s a wet cold is all I can say. This is like my sixth or seventh winter in this place. I asked the landlords to weatherproof. They did. There’s also no central air or heat. I do have an awesome plug-in heater or two and two air conditioners. I am thankful and grateful. The cooling system seems to be much easier on the pocketbook. The first winter was brutal. Backstory: I had two heaters running 24/7 for days and it was barely warm. I noticed the windows had 2-inch spaces, allowing the outside coldness to come in. I stuffed old towels in the spaces. My electrical bill was like $120. We’ve been what I consider cold for a good four or five weeks straight, not just one or two days here and there. It started in December. My electric bill was $75, which was considerably less than a neighbor’s who does not have insulated windows and is smaller. The downside: There’s no sunlight in my place unless the doors are open. Is that a bad thing? Yes and no. It’s a little depressing. I thought about taking them down the other day because we’re in a stretch of warmer weather. Choices? Winter will be over soon. Seems kind of mundane, my life as a Spiritualist psychic medium, healer and teacher. Perhaps, this is the point of the blog. I’m just like you. My gifts may be different than yours. I’m a spirit having a human experience. We all are. The upside: The quietude and containment of my energy along with those who are with me in the Spirit world. I’ve been doing a bit of channeling with a couple of friends once weekly, too. Exiting times! Bottom line: Light comes from within, and I will spread mine everywhere I go including my living space. Blessings of Peace and Love! Along with a few others, not to mention any names.
I know I’ve said on many occasions that I must have been a sailor in a previous life, maybe even twice. The F Bomb was my go-to. I still say it when it fits. In fact, I deterred using it in front of my grandson. Backstory: My dad told me when my daughter was little that I really needed to stop saying the F Bomb. I reasoned that it was an adult word, and she would not say it. Turned out she did, just not in front of me. My bad. Little did I realize that I was in the habit of saying G Dammit. My totally bad. The little guy learned it early on. In fact, he’s so in tune with who is, even at just over one, when a server walked by and dropped a knife, she bent down to get it and my grandson said, G Dammit. The server chuckled. Great, he knows when to say it at appropriate times. Let’s not forget that on some level I do believe my grandson to be my father incarnate. One time in the vehicle with my grandson to go on our latest adventure, the now nearly 2-year-old repeated G Dammit over and over again until I nearly laughed out loud. I’m sure my dad did, probably put him up to it. Guess what? I do not say G Dammit anymore. Nasty habit for sure. So, I’m not the only one. Another one of his favorite words was ‘uck’ – one guess as to what that means. Turns out his daddy used the word while driving. I have to give him credit for refraining from the F Bomb. It’s cute. I thought for sure that one came from my daughter, who believes it’s okay to use curse words as long as they are not directed at a person. My daughter said that he had been getting in a bit of trouble for saying these words at his daycare. She said that it was cute because when she heard what he said, she knew exactly where it came from. We all refrained, although it would take a minute to redirect because he felt the vibration when people said these words. One time I was talking with my daughter when I thought my grandson wasn’t around. I was having an issue with several people who are no longer in my life. I said – ‘GD Assholes.’ The next thing I heard was he told that to one of the workers at the daycare when he was made to take a nap. Wash my mouth out. My sailor days are over. LOL. And so is everyone else’s. The other day my 2 and ½ year old said G Dammit. I said, ‘Hey, you’re not supposed to be saying that.’ He thought about it and said, ‘Holy Cow.’ I smiled. There hasn’t been anymore reports of inappropriate language at his daycare, although the other day students were saying words that started with the letter ‘A’ – you guessed it, he said, ‘asshole.’ Listen, I have seen little kids say much worse on Instagram and TikTok. We’re pretty tame in our neck of the woods. I mean it could be much worse, just saying! Smile |
AuthorLori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all. Archives
April 2024
Categories |