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Never Confide In The Emotionally Detached
I had a client this morning who asked me a question that I have never been asked before. After my time with her, I thought about her question and asked myself the same question with reference to my own life.
Her question was pretty simple: Who can I confide in? Who can I trust? I took a look at certain people in her life and shared what I felt. I immediately felt that two specific people were not the kind of folks you would want to trust and confide in.
But I like to make sure everything is in agreement before I reveal this kind of information. So, I also asked her for her birth date, along with the dates for a few of the people she wasn’t quite so sure about. Sure enough, it confirmed what I saw initially. Continue reading
Letter To My Daughter
This is a letter to my daughter – if I had one, that is. But I don’t. So, this letter is to her, the daughter I might have had, and also to those young ladies I have known over the years who I have felt were like daughters to me.
My daughter’s name would have been Chantal-Marie, should she have been born. I suppose I could have had her, but life took its course and time slipped away. I was too busy mothering myself, I think, and I couldn’t have mothered her, in retrospect. But hindsight isn’t always 20:20 – don’t let anyone fool you.
So here goes. Strangely enough, I feel as though I were on the edge of a precipice as I write this. It is a most unexpected feeling. Continue reading
My Magic Wand
It is said that “the wand chooses its master” and this is the story of how my wand came to be with me.
Several years ago I worked as a full-time reader at an area psychic store. I loved my job and my clients. The location was perfect and I looked forward to going to work every day. One special day, however, was the start of my journey towards receiving my magic wand.
It started as a normal day with clients coming in to see me, psychic readings to do, and books to marvel at and glance through. I’d had lunch and was sitting in my room preparing for the afternoon’s arrivals, when I heard the jingle of the front door.
I knew, somehow, that the jingle was meant for me, although I wasn’t expecting anyone for at least another hour. So, I got up and walked towards the front of the store and there was a short, and forgive me for saying it, rather unattractive and ordinary looking man standing there looking at me. He appeared ordinary until you looked into his eyes. They contained wisdom – and something more. I eventually learned that the ‘something more’ was a certain disdain for the human race, but that’s another story. Continue reading
What Is Ascension?
It is heart-centered soul level. Humans seem to be in a clothes dryer, tumbling around and hitting the sides of the dryer. To move into ascension, move out of the dryer and into the tree of life – the roots of Mother Earth.
Currently, most people on our planet are living in the dense third dimension. A goal with regard to ascension would be to move out of this difficult dimension into the fourth and fifth dimension. Actually, it is not uncommon for healers and lightworkers to be living in the consciousness of the sixth through ninth dimensions. There is greater clarity in higher dimensions, among other significant benefits. One of the most important to me, personally, is the freedom of beingness – experiencing my own ‘is-ness’.
According to the Akashic Records genes were removed from our bodies thousands of years ago. Finally, they are now being replaced back into our bodies. Purifications are going on now. This is what much of ‘the shift’ is about that you may be experiencing energetically. Yes, the one the ancient indigenous cultures predicted! Continue reading
My Mother, My Self
My mother is a wonderful woman. Kind-hearted, giving, a great cook and a good listener. In short she is all the things a good mother should be.
My mother is also the most mean-spirited and callous woman you could ever not want to meet. She will cause a scene just to do it, just to get a rise out of someone, because she is bored and isn’t getting paid any attention. Which, to her, is all the time.
My mother is bipolar, with severe manic-depressive mood swings that leave you gasping for breath in the wake of an episode, the same way you gasp for breath after being sucked under by a huge wave of water. My mother has Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD). There, but for the Grace of God, go I, as the saying goes. Continue reading
The Blind Lady Who Looked At Pictures
An old friend of mine, who I have not heard from in a long time, called me recently and left a message on my voice mail to call him back. When I checked my messages I was surprised to hear from him after so many years.
I asked him how he got my number, since I have not talked to him for so long. Apparently he ran into my brother John at the gas station and asked him for my number. We made some small talk at first, and then told me he had some sad news – Sharon had passed away.
Sharon is my cousin and I was very shocked to hear this! But he quickly realized his mistake and pointed out that it was in fact not my cousin; he was referring to Sharon “the blind lady with the pictures”. Oh man, I have not seen her since my childhood, I exclaimed. Continue reading
The Mysterious Music Box
Every year when autumn rolls around I go through my house and get rid of the clutter. I have a huge bag labeled “Second Hand Shop” and if the stuff has outworn its usefulness, in that bag it goes. So, recently, I once more set out to drop off these no longer wanted things at the shop it was intended for.
Whenever I go into antique shops or second hand shops, I immediately switch off. I have to, otherwise it would be like going into a funeral home and absorbing everyone’s sadness and grief, then taking it home with me. Before I learned how to “turn it off” I would get so tired and completely drained, I would be in bed recharging my batteries for days. Continue reading