Welcome Home

It was great to hang out with family from other mothers on vacation. I remained in a vegetative state for nearly a week. I ate what I wanted; slept when I wanted – did what I wanted. Eventually, I came up for air.

And then realized I was no longer in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp, Fla. Perhaps, I missed talking with the dead, those on the higher side of life. I asked a couple of family members: ‘What do you think happens when we die?’ I needed some depth.

My family knows who I AM to include being a psychic medium, not really sure what everyone thinks. I believe the group as a whole to be open to the possibilities, but not really embracing it, except for the one.

‘I know when I was taking a test, I smelled my grandpa twice, so” she believes that life could continue after we die. ‘I believe there’s something to it.’ And ‘it’s comforting’ to have smelled him at that moment.

On a lighter note, my sister from another mother and father, and I saw a bluebird. We did another time several years back while on a walk. Bluebird is about choosing happiness at all times, counting your blessings.

Backstory: I have a tiny bluebird that sits on my windowsill. It’s something I’ve had since I was a child.

That was a moment for me. A day or so before heading back, I could feel myself putting up my walls, boundaries. I had to create better boundaries that worked for me. We create boundaries to protect our heart, our minds, our vibration.

Back at my Mayberry (Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp), I did miss the daily dose of waves, sand and sun. Thankfully, I can find that in my backyard – 20 minutes away.

The shenanigans started almost as soon as I walked in the door. Before I left to come home, I posted on my social media. Two stories were Angle Cards draws: Depth and Adventure. I stood by my cards in the front room and spied two out. Guess what came up? You guessed it Depth and Adventure. Fun, right?

The next day, I shopped and cooked my meals for the week. While cleaning up the kitchen, I noticed the thermometer holder empty. I searched for the thermometer –nowhere. I figured it would show up. I moved things about, turned to the empty holder and stopped in my tracks. You guessed it again. The thermometer was in its holder. I’m like no way. I had to call my daughter. LOL

I wondered what my family from other mothers and fathers would say if I told them that story. They’d probably think I was ready for a straitjacket, at least the one, maybe others, could believe it. Perhaps, you may think I’m ready for straitjacket. You gotta remember I lost a shoe under my bed for months and it returned.

When you have your own experiences, come talk to me. I will believe you!

You know, I really loved that my family let me be me. It’s what family does. They allowed me in my vegetative state for days. With family, you get to be who you are and still be loved. I definitely felt the love, the fellowship.

I want more of that in my life and I will have it!

Blessings of Peace and Love