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The Heavenly Love Of Our Fur Angels

Click Here NOW for a FREE psychic reading at PsychicAccess.comConnecting with my spirit guide this morning , I asked what I can share in my blog today that needs to be shared with the world and spirit says the following:

One of the closest things to God’s love in this world, is the sincere love we receive from our ‘furry friends.’ And when we lose one of our fur friends or family members, it can be devastating.

When our pets pass away it is important to remember a few things, says spirit. They are very much at peace and not suffering. They remember, just like you remember them, the kindness you afforded them and how you treated them.

They are still a part of you. Love is the strongest bond. They can hear your voice even in the afterlife. So, when you speak their name with the intention to call them to you, they hear it. They are your angel, guide, protector.

If you were not able to be there for your fur friend, be it a cat, dog or any other animal member of the family you loved, know that it is okay. Do not over think it.

You do have to get to a place where you can let go of the guilt. You know that you had the best of intentions to be there and sometimes we just cannot. Sometimes we are just in a place in our lives that makes it literally impossible to be there.

I can tell you from experience that when they pass, they are comforted by those who are there for them on the other side. So, they had a smooth transition. There was no pain. Our animals do not suffer in the end. God takes care of them.

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The World Needs Highly Sensitive People

Click Here NOW for a FREE psychic reading at PsychicAccess.comYou’re being way too sensitive. Get over yourself. Don’t take everything so personally. Why are you being such a cry baby?

If you are a highly sensitive person (HSP) you have probably had others say such things to you at some point. But there is nothing wrong with you. According to renowned HSP researcher Dr. Elaine Aron, your sensitivity trait is perfectly normal. In fact, it is found in 15 to 20 percent of the population, which is way too many people for it to be a ‘disorder.’  However, it is still rare or exceptional enough to be misunderstood by most people around you, if they are part of the remaining 80 percent ‘non-sensitive’ population.

The highly sensitive person has increased sensitivity to physical, emotional, or social stimuli. It is also referred to by some experts as having sensory processing sensitivity. HSPs are more reactive, for example, to negativity, unpleasant emotion, or violence.

Because much of western culture is dominated by extroverted types, the more reflective, introspective HSP sometimes feel lost in the shuffle. They are the ones who need extra time to process things, who may sit by ourselves, or in like-minded pairs, at a large gathering.

HSPs seek to form deeper bonds and keep the peace instead of fighting. A noisy, chaotic, and rude world is often very overwhelming for them. It can be especially difficult for HSP men in a misogynist society, since many of the HSP traits are not celebrated as traditionally ‘masculine.’

The truth is that the world needs HSPs and their unique gifts. The HSP’s abilities to console, nurture, heal, and build relationships are invaluable for humanity. We all want a world where universal qualities like justice, empathy, and honesty are celebrated and practiced.

At work, they are the types who notice everything and attend to the smallest details, though they may often be overlooked for promotion. In family life, they are the ones who settle disagreements and find common ground. In the political world, they are diplomats and peace-keepers.

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The Life Calling Of The Death Doula

Click Here NOW for a FREE psychic reading at PsychicAccess.comThe first time I heard of a doula, I had no idea what it meant. I soon discovered that it is a person trained to provide guidance, emotional support, and physical comfort to a mother before, during, and after childbirth.

But little did I know at the time that a doula can also be someone who is of service to dying.  So, a doula may assist us coming into the physical world, as well as leave the physical world. What a wonderful profession to be called to assist in the miracles of birth and death.

As a psychic medium, talking to loved ones who have crossed over, I have come to understand that some people definitely prefer to be alone at the time of death. My own dad was such a person. He made it clear to us this was his dying wish.

Several people kept vigil at his bedside for three weeks, but the moment we all were away to change clothes or eat, was his opportunity to ‘check out.’ As in life so be it in death, my dad was a very private person.

His hospice room was right across from the elevator. When my mother and I stepped off the elevator, I heard my dad take his last breath and I sensed and felt his spirit exit the building. But I also know he was not ‘alone,’ because his loved ones, guides and angels came to greet him.

So, how does an end-of-life doula help with this process? A doula is there to help the family as much as the person passing. It is my belief that it is a deep honor to be present at a birth or a death. I have had the privilege to be present at all three of my granddaughter’s births. I have also been present at several deaths.

Both are times when emotions are running very high. At a birth everyone is anxious until they hear baby’s first cry. They are on edge waiting to hear baby and mother are both fine. A doula can help explain what is going on and answer questions about the birth process.

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The True Tale Of The Praying Hands

Click Here NOW for a FREE psychic reading at PsychicAccess.comBack in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with 18 children. Yes, eighteen! In order to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost 18 hours a day at his trade, as well as any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood.

Despite their  seemingly hopeless condition Albrecht and Albert, two of the older children, had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they were fully aware of the fact that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to the art academy.

After many long discussions at night, in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother who would attended the academy.

Then, after four years, when the brother who won the coin toss completed his studies, he would in turn support the mining brother to also attend the academy – either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.

They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg to study art. Albert went down into the dangerous mines, and for the next four years financed his brother whose creative work at the academy was an almost immediate sensation. Albrecht’s etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his fellow students and even those of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.

When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht’s triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled him to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were: “And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you.”

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A Guardian Angel Named Christopher

Click Here now FOR a FREE psychic reading at PsychicAccess.comMy entire world collapsed Christmas of 1990. It was Christmas Eve to be exact. I had prepared a four-course dinner for my fiancé and I was so excited to spend my first Christmas with him alone, ready to talk about our wedding plans.

He arrived at 4pm and fifteen minutes later he had broken up with me. He simply informed me that he had met “the woman of his dreams.” Then he took back the keys to his apartment and wished me well.

I was beyond devastated. Broken. My heart ripped into a million shreds.

I did not know what to do, so I called the one person I thought would understand and support me: my best friend. She had recently relocated here with her husband, who was in the US Army. Her husband was waiting at the time to be deployed to the war in Iraq.

She answered the phone right away and immediately insisted I book a flight to her nearest city, where she would come to pick me up. So, I took the last money I had and booked a flight for the next day.

After two exhausting days of travel and a long layover on a connecting flight, I was sitting in the airport with red, swollen eyes in a freezing blizzard, that further delayed my final flight. There was no way to call my friend. It was the time before mobile phones. So, there I was, heartbroken, alone in one of the biggest airports of the world, stranded and not knowing a soul.

While the blizzard was raging through the airport, I witnessed more than one emergency landing through the thick clouds of needles like snowflakes. It was chaos. Thousands of stranded passengers and more arriving by the minute.

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The Mysterious Man In The Back Yard

Click Here Now FOR a FREE psychic reading at PsychicAccess.comI remember coming out the back door, with  a Kellogg’s Pop-Tart in one hand and a seven ounces bottle of 7Up in the other. It was July 13th. It was dad’s birthday and I had to be about nine years old at the time.

The family spent the day at my grandparents’ house to celebrate. More and more guests were showing up, until all the aunts, uncles and cousins were crowding together in the very small back yard.

I then noticed this mysterious man who I had never seen before. He was wearing a trench coat and he had a long beard. I remember thinking that he looked funny to me. I asked my mother who the man was, but when she turned around he was gone.

Later that night, I saw the same apparition again. It happened twice, and every time I saw him he was looking at me in a strange way. My grandparents became curious and asked me about this man I kept seeing. I described him and they seemed shocked.

My grandmother went to get a photo album and showed me an old picture. She asked me if that was the man I had seen and I immediately recognized him. My grandfather then told me that it was his uncle and that he died by falling off a cliff. Foul play was suspected, but nobody knew who might have pushed him or caused his accident.

Later that week, we took our bikes to cycle around a nearby hill. My older brother Mike was riding his bicycle down the hill and he suddenly hit a loose rock really hard. It blew out his front tire and was going very fast, but he was not seriously injured.

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Guardian Angels Come In All Shapes And Sizes

Click Here FOR a FREE psychic reading at PsychicAccess.comIn my late 20s, I was working as a make-up artist in a department store located in a busy train station in Germany. The shop was only 700 square feet and had no bathroom. We had to close the shop and go upstairs to a restaurant to use the restroom. I used to work the late shift from 2pm to 10pm. On weekends, there were often rowdy football and soccer fans crossing the station. Fortunately, the local police were always there to channel the masses on to the stadium.

One evening, I had a nagging sense of unease. It was already dark outside when two young men entered the store and one tried to shut the door from the inside, which was always open and supposed to remain open. Something was very wrong. I did not even need to be a psychic to know that something bad was about to happen.

My father passed away a few months before this and the only thing I could think in that moment was, “Dad, please I need help, please!” A few seconds later, an elderly homeless man showed up with two police officers in tow. They immediately arrested the two men. Apparently, they were trying to hide out in my little store after they had committed a robbery elsewhere in the station.

That ragged man was my hero…a guardian angel! He usually sat on the platform to watch the trains come and go. He was homeless, but he was not a beggar. I tried a few times to offer him food or money, but he always declined and said he was fine, he wanted for nothing. After that we greeted each other every day with friendly smile, and that was it.

After the two robbers were arrested, the old man brought me a cup of coffee and my favorite hamburger. Now, it was my turn to ask him, how did he know about my favorite burger. He smiled at me and said I reminded him of one of his favorite former students.

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