The three-hour trip from Tampa to Volusia County proved to be the true moments of healing and growing spiritually, rather than the entire two weeks she was gone – taking a trip down memory lane with family. Yes, she still had plenty of growth and healing at her disposal during those two weeks, but those three hours ripped at her soul.
It was to be a time of sharing, a time of putting her life back into perspective once again. She knew it was needed to evolve, to move forward to the next level. She put those childhood memories to rest while waiting to be picked up from the airport. Sharing would be one of the last steps to finally nailing that coffin closed.
The rainy weather was symbolic of what was yet to come. A sore spot was ripped open when another involved themselves uninvited into her life. Words were spoken. She sat in the backseat stifling her cries as tears streamed down her face while life as she knew it was picked apart. Once home, the real tears poured as if to wonder if this was her space. The kitchen was amiss – plumbing in repair. She said, ‘This is supposed to be my home. What has come of it?’
She came to realize that she knew all along what was waiting for her. It’s one of her gifts, seeing the future, although not always recalling it, but implanted in her being. The day before she drove to her last destination. It was raining and tiring. She began to bite her nails, something she had not done in many years, nervous energy filled the space. She knew something was around the corner but what? It never took long for ‘it’ to unfold.
Alone at last, she crawled into bed, cried tears until they were dry and realized she had to stop being critical – critical of herself and critical of others. Knowing what is no longer serving self is half the battle; now she had to recognize and curb that behavior learned from long ago. The wooden floors, which were painted a bright light blue, glowed in illumination, and wrapped around her into a restful slumber.
The next day she felt somewhat refreshed and thought it was time to do some readings, to help others. On the way to put her name on the board, she saw someone yet again had invaded her space – someone painted her beloved faux rocks that were once her teacher’s, the Rev. Ben Cox, who is on the higher side of life. She stopped in her tracks and cried. It was not yet time to serve others.
Earlier in the day she saw several ducks, an occurrence that happened the previous days as well. Instead of going to her regular animal totem site, she asked Siri. The answer: ‘Get control of your emotions.’ Signs are everywhere. On top of her own life path, she is an empath, feels the emotions of others in the community – cities, states, worlds and universes. She went to nature to rejuvenate; something that must be done on a regular basis, not only for herself, but so she can help others. And then there’s ice cream and good music.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.