Depression And Being Idle
I recently did a psychic reading for a dear client here in my local area. Her question to me was, “Why am I so depressed? Lately I have had time off from work, I really haven’t been doing very much, but I am feeling depressed and tired.” She went on to ask me what might be causing this depression and what she could do to prevent it.
I am clairaudient and instantly heard the word, “Idleness.” It came to me loud and clear, and I shared this with her. She paused for a moment and said, “You know, I think you may be right! I am usually more depressed when I get my two weeks vacation and I have nothing planned. I don’t enjoy my usual hobbies and I just end up laying around and over-thinking!”
Apparently, when she has too much free time, she starts to worry about things in her life that does not usually bother her. She even has a sudden fear of dying when she isn’t being productive! Continue reading
Fishing With An Angel
It was early afternoon when my friend Barry and his long-time fishing buddy, Keven, were to head north to the pier, to catch whitefish. Right before he was ready to go he received some news from Keven that their mutual friend Steve had passed in his sleep the night before. Keven said he was now too depressed to go fishing with him, but wished him luck if he decided to go on his own.
I encouraged Barry to go. I felt it would be good for him to have some time alone. He could think about his friend who passed, remember sweet memories shared between them.
I didn’t hear him come back home later, as I was fast asleep, but when I awoke in the middle of the night, I looked in the cooler to see how many fish he’d caught. It was filled up pretty good with whitefish. I was happy to know that he had a productive fishing trip, and I fell back to sleep. Continue reading
Saying Thank You Is Good Karma
Karma can be witnessed by looking back on one’s own life and experiences, or by observing the lives of others and how karma affected them. If you are close with someone you can see their karma unfold if you’re paying attention. Sometimes we don’t see it until much later in life.
A less obvious kind of karma, which I have started to notice over this past year, relates to saying two simple words: thank you. Why is saying thank you so very difficult for some people? I have never understood it, until recently.
One of the most common reasons people don’t say thank you, is because they were never taught to do so as children. Usually we are taught these things early on. But some people are brought up in dysfunctional homes where there is the lack love, attention and connection between parent and child. Continue reading
What Goes Around Comes Around
Karma is a very real thing. I know an older lady who firmly believes that she will never have to struggle coming in the door, whenever she comes home to her condo. She never has to set down any of her items to look for the right key to unlock the door and let herself in. There always seems to be someone there to let her in; people are usually going out as she is coming back in.
Amazingly, this appears to be true. I have never actually seen her having any trouble letting herself in, and it seems to be the case especially when she is bringing in groceries, or carrying a heavy load.
I asked her why she thinks this is, and she told me that when she was younger, and her legs used to worked better, she used to always help elderly people. She would help them to their car, or help them bring things in, or help them cross the street. It was something her parents taught her from a very young age – to always be ready to lend a helping hand to children and the elderly. Continue reading
My First Lesson In Karma
When we are young and inundated with life, wrapped up in the goings on of early adulthood, we sometimes miss important moments. But fortunately we can sometimes go back and touch on those things with our mind that we didn’t take the time for during those early years.
For example, I was thinking recently about a friend I used to go visit a lot when I was younger. She was from another country and her parents were much older than most who had a 15-year-old child.
We used to have sleepovers. One memory that stands out is waking up at her house one particular morning and looking out her bedroom window. It was late fall and I remember seeing her father sitting on a chair in their backyard, near the edge of the woods. He was playing a musical instrument which was some sort of Native American flute. Continue reading