FROM THE ETHERS
Winter is here! It feels like 45 but is 50 degrees. No gym this morning. I lingered under the blanket – hence the lateness of my blog. I had a group reading yesterday in my office.
One of the mediums here in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp had a family emergency and asked if I would take his group reading, which included four people. I said I would even though I’ve never done such a thing. He was grateful and said he loved me, and I said I loved him too.
The day started out just a little crazy. A package that was supposed to arrive Tuesday still hadn’t come. The good news I tracked it to Lake Helen Post Office. Then I spied the mail from my dentist office. I saw it coming. However, the bill was a little more than expected. I thought this is not a good start to the day. After an hour of spinning my wheels, I called a friend.
We joked a bit about the four people coming for a reading. Our conversation was interrupted by a phone call for another reading. Turns out four people wanted 30-minute readings. I didn’t have time. You guessed it – they asked for a group reading. I called my friend and we howled.
Guess what? Those group readings were the bomb. I loved it. They loved it. Both groups were family related (grateful for that) and women. Of course, they had gifts as well. The energy in my office was booming. As I described Spirit coming through, it was intriguing to watch four people think as to who it could be. One time a person knew the Spirit, and another said no it couldn’t be. I said wait a minute this Spirit came through for her then because she recognized. Everyone agreed. I learned so much from these readings. Thank you Spirit!
Change is good, and now I will continue with group readings with those who are family related.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
Screams – screeching screams echoed through the main street of Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. They were coming from Hotel Cassadaga, which opened its haunted hotel last night and will continue for two more nights if you’re looking to get a little scare on.
Why do people want to be scared? I can’t even watch scary movies. The last one I saw was ‘Pet Cemetery.’ It was about 20 years ago, and it gave me nightmares for more than a month. To this day, scary movies are out.
To dull the sound, I normally flip on my air conditioning. It was too cold last night. I waited for last call at 11 p.m.
The situation last night was that long line that reached down into the Spiritualist Camp, a normally peaceful community. Incidentally, I do have a Facebook Page named ‘Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp – Mayberry It Is.’ And it’s true, this is Mayberry.
It does seem just a tad bit rowdier than ‘normal.’ Perhaps, it has something to do with people being restricted for the past two years. I’ve had the honor of Halloween weekend for four years, some much longer than that.
Backstory: I so loved Halloween – the costumes were a struggle. I’m not the sewing type, but I always took the kids trick-or-treating in the neighborhood. As they got older, Halloween Horror Nights at Universal Studios was the place to be.
Now it’s less than 100 feet from my front door. This here in Cassadaga is a ruckus. The Spiritualist Camp did its thing – Fall Fest, which included mini readings. I do know how to have fun – I dressed as a witch with long white hair, a pointy hat, a pair of boots and broom. The camp also did tours last night and will tonight and Sunday night. People will be taking photos in hopes to capture orbs, also known as Spirit. I can hear the clicking of the cameras, now. LOL
Two more nights to go and then peace will reign, at least in my neck of the woods. Really, I’m not a fuddy-duddy. I know how to have a good time. It’s just not this.
I stayed at my daughter’s home for five days to take care of our Rey Rey, a 6-year-old Husky English Shepherd. She stole my heart long before my beautiful grandson, who is closing in on four months old.
I spoil Rey Rey worse than any grandchild. I always stop to buy her special treats. This week I brought extra. While standing at the doorway, I heard Rey Rey whimpering, poor baby. I said, ‘You’re OK, grammy is here.’ I hurried to open the door. She was drooling but settled down quickly.
Backstory: When I get to my daughter’s, I pay attention to my Rey Rey first. I give her a good body rub and treats; then throw around one of her green balls. There are many.
After a couple of days, I realized her green balls weren’t around. I even got on my knees and looked under everything. Finally, I sent a private message to my daughter to ask where they were. No idea. We suffered without them.
Did I mention my son-in-law has this huge, big screen TV? Nice, right? I had zero problems with the remote. I guess I’m not that old, yet. LOL. I did have a spot of an issue with the volume but only for a moment.
I spent three days at the beach, which is only three miles away. Yes, it is still summer in Florida. Thank goodness for that.
One day while on the way inside, I noticed one of Rey Rey’s green balls in the front yard near the property line, but on my daughter’s side. I just love how that showed up. We played for a good hour. Spirit heard me asking for that ball. Or was it just the Law of Attraction bringing it to me. Either way, it just doesn’t get any better than that.
The last night I was there Rey Rey got into bed with me and started gagging like animals do before they throw up. I pushed her out of bed just in time but had to clean up the mess on the floor. No more cookies – I mean it!
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!
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!
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.
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 . . .
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.
Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.