Adventures, Crystal Clear, Intuition

Non sum qualis eram

 

Outlook is everything is it not dear reader? Have you ever felt that shift when your experiences seem to jive as if you are on course. You have found your purpose, never mind trying to find it in the first place as I did.

High school was a breeze for me. Being an honor student, a far cry from the girl who had to repeat Grade 7.  But there was one thing that I didn’t have what everyone else had. A plan. Had no clue what I wanted to be. It never entered my mind as a young child to say, “I want to be a nurse or a doctor.” I might have well just said, “I want to be a truck” for all the effort I was giving my education. Taking subjects meant for the type of work well suited. I didn’t get that. Coasting was my best subject.

Back then I just wanted to get by, which I did but desired so much more. Purpose 101 was very big back then for me in daily life and what was the big picture for me career wise? What was I suppose to be doing? Being on my own partying was to factor in and so was travelling aimlessly through our provinces. Had to have an edge to keep myself safe. And yes I was a catholic girl but such a bad ass too.

I am but a far cry from the person that I am now. Much more grounded, having more faith and less doubt of what is, happy and so at peace.  It feels like new skin, new experiences like I went back to school to re-learn everything about life. The purpose of healing be it from energy healing to healing messages through psychic or mediumship readings or simply coaching people. I get the feeling of it, what I do now. It comes easy whereas I was thinking way to hard about what intuition was all about or suppose to be about. I had my own ideas about it for sure. The third eye was kind of hard to understand. I actually thought an eye was going to pop out anytime. That made my aunt laugh about that one. Makes me laugh now, at my naivety.

Life for me now is interspersed with meditation, coaching sessions from mentors, prayers and daily living. This skin feels vibrant, excited for new adventures, the unknown. Let it be known that we are students in this vast universe and when not students, teachers as well.  Dear reader, you can never go back and repeat after me, “I am not what I once was.”

Family, Heaven, Intuition

30 years since you been gone…

This is what I know of you. That you were fearful on that first try attempting your first parachute drop. My stories are from my Aunt who remembers you in bits and pieces. All the more for me to savor each tale of you, your life. You were my dad, my everything, your essence was so overpowering. I am sure I could have rode in your pocket all day long just to be with you every moment. What happened in the years growing up as I became a young woman?  Hundreds of miles separated us and my mother needed me at home for her new family.

So now I live on the memories from a close family member. Auntie answers my question, if you were intuitive. She says that all the men in the family were. They were also strong and fearless which brings me to the beginning of this story. During a conversation not too long after he did his first jump he told her that he had to be pushed out of the airplane. Yes, he had been afraid. But he overcame it. So many that in time he became an instructor in the army. I now look back on life with you and consider myself to be lucky to have known you. To be your child. To be proud of you as I know that you are proud of me. Those dreams that I get from time to time of you where you stay all night are so precious. My visits from heaven as I say.

I suppose if anything that I have been able to stand on my own to have resiliency stamped in my passport of life. Add to that the badges of courage, strength and don’t forget joy. I hear that you had a wicked sense of humour and it has been passed onto me. Almost forgot focus because man do I have my eyes on the ball, that being the intuition. It has been a long time of reading books and now getting to know this precious gift. You have heard this before my friends, but as Auntie says, “You have always had it in you. It has always been there.”

So Dad, I raise my cup of tea to you, for teaching me the game of life. It has been 30 years since you have passed and maybe it was meant to be. It is what it is. Back then I would say how lonely I was without you but now know that it was meant for me to attain all this on my own. And now knowing those signs are from you or from my grandmothers gives this gal peace of mind. That truly I always had you by my side. Always know this dear reader, that we are never alone. They are always there.

Adventures, Creative, Intuition

It was the night before the night before Christmas…

The night before the night before Christmas actually I toddled off to my cozy warm bed. All the preparations for the upcoming big event had been made and now to sit back and wait for all to unfold. I had been having a dry spell on my blog, yes this one right here and so I sent a prayer out to Creator asking for some insight, some creative spark to send out to my followers.

That very night I had a mass of colorful scapes happen, this and that, so many events that were happening. The word Believe kept popping up. In the sky, on cars anywhere that it had caught my attention. A lucid dream that I replied inside, “Yes, I see you, I see you!”

I woke, giggling and thanking Universe for this and then quickly realized that this word was not for my blog but for me and now did work its way here anyway. To share my experience.

Yes, I do believe! Yes I do see the auras that suddenly pop out of nowhere and leave me speechless and unwavering. The little glimmers of light that accompany these beautiful colors on people, on snow even.

Yes, I do believe in this new journey of my most magnificent life. Looking forward to what comes around the corner for sure, this student of the world. Now back to the books. More studying to do, more bueno stuff to learn.IMGP4162

Crystal Clear, Intuition

Dreamer, you know you are a Dreamer!

I awoke this morning slowly remembering my crazy dream and laughing out loud of the images that were floating through my ride. Was I on a lawn mower, a small car? I do know that a lady was sliding into me with her big honking vehicle and I was pushing it away with my finger. I walk into a room that had many, many, many water taps and this is the part that I delighted in as water for me is the intuitiveness of me, of the insight, spiritual flowing. I was looking for my jacket as I was riding my lawn mower and found it under a pile of stuff, it was purple. Checking I found that it signifies this; Purple is indicative of devotion, healing abilities, loving, kindness, and compassion. It is also the color of royalty, high rank, justice, wealth and dignity.  

That certainly stood out! Oh yes, my dreams are in color and when they want to really grab my attention they come in black and white. And action packed and sometimes startling, vibrant and if I am lucky I usually have a visitor or two that have since passed with a message for there loved ones.

Back in the day before meditation my sleeps would be erratic and my body never got the rest it needed. Now with meditation in my life I come from that state creative and so ready to bring on the day as I do it usually in the morning. If I do happen to wake in the middle of the night, keep my eyes closed and stare at my eyelids I will be sleeping in no time and continue on with the dream state. I can usually pick up where I left off too. I had this happen to me when my father came and we did so many things. I suddenly awoke and looked at the clock. 1 am!! Slightly miffed laying there thinking that I was robbed of my visit and went back to sleep only to find my dad standing there waiting for me. That, my friends was pretty cool!!

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Crystal Clear, Intuition

I Am

I got it into my mind one day about two years ago to find a Spiritualist church and found one in my hometown on the other side of the city. Don’t know where that thought came into my mind but it did. I blame Spirit for that. It has been the best thing ever to happen to me. It’s as if I have walked into a new skin, a new way of thinking. The day I sat down to Sunday services and they started talking the talk about karma and everything that I had been reading up until then, well I was hooked. The fact that they had psychic development classes put the icing on the top. I now know that I needed to refine myself, my gift and focus instead of the scattered way of thinking. Before my mouth was always in gear, always telling everyone what I knew. Now after meditating each day or every other I have settled down and know that instead of talking I learn more by listening.

Another prompting was a private group on a site where I have now acquired more knowledge than all the books I have read could ever tell me. The ladies in this group answer questions, give advice and generally are there for anyone, to help honor our gifts. It is there where I will tell of my day to day experiences, to share the love of my intuition. I love it and give thanks to Spirit once again for pushing me in the right direction because again I was listening.

Lately I have been giving readings to my friends and I know from every fiber of my being it just the way it was meant to be, for me. It is as if the flow grows stronger and stronger and I see more and still I listen. Some days I may hear one word or perhaps a sentence come into me. Just out of the blue. I surely revel in the way Spirit works, a little at a time. And knowing there are signs when we pay attention. Feathers appear from no where or already there when I walk up to them. They are always black and white or just black or just white. From one of my readings from my friend who does mediumship readings, she tells me that this is my guide and that he is with me.feather (1 of 1)

So tonight I look forward to my class as one never knows what may happen. Always learning from myself and others in this space and come out of there so at peace and joy in my heart. I was asked by my other half a few months ago why I wanted to do this, all this and I answered succinctly, “Because I want to help, I want to help heal people.”

There you go, my purpose, my reason for being.

Family, Intuition, Story Teller

Little Girl, Big Dreams

Old creepy house built in the 30’s, partial dirt basement with an old stone furnace with many pipes, much like an octopus, going every which way to heat the upstairs. Drafts that came from a crawl space in the side of a wall which you could open by taking a 5×5 piece of wood that was attached and held by two wooden fasteners. It was dank and musty and cool when we deigned to play in there or to retrieve the Christmas decorations. One of those octopus arms came in through one wall of the bedroom and into the other wall where the crawl space was. The steps to the upstairs was creaky and narrow and you really had to watch your way or one could trip which as a child I often did.

The one bedroom down there had two double beds, one sitting along side that crawl space wall and the other facing it. As a 9 year old I have to say my imagination some nights went wild with fear. Did I hear something shuffling along the floor? What was that bang, so light? I felt as though eyes were watching me and my skin had eternal goosebumps. My dreams were nightmares some evenings and then others like heaven sent. My mother in her wisdom had a medicine pouch made for me to put around my neck as I slept. It smelled…like..crazy. I suppose she was tired of me running helter skelter up those crickity stairs in the middle of the night to get away from I don’t know what. By the morning it would be on the floor or under my pillow but never around my neck as she had placed it. She took it away from me considering it a lost cause.  By the time I was 16 years old I was tired of this home and went to live with my half brother and his new family, thankfully.

Empathically I was picking up something but having no basis to what was going on in my tired mind, to having no one support me in my child like feelings. Many years now I may having a thought to what it could have been all along. Spirit, perhaps?

Family, Intuition, Love

Spiritual Share

This morning I was thoroughly vexed. Really. So I sat in my car and asked for help and sent a prayer to Creator, the Universe, my Spirit Guide & my Angels. I was pulling all the stops on this one. About an hour later the song, “Everything’s Alright” from Jesus Christ Superstar went running through my mind. “..Try not to get worried, try not to get turned onto problems that upset you..” Message came in and out that fast.I had a giggle and thanked them for listening and know that it will truly work out. I love my life.~

I am clairaudient; clear hearing, clairvoyant; clear seeing, claircognizance; clear knowing, clairsentience; clear feeling and with all this, it has been a truly wonderful ride. Thank Creator every morning for my gifts, for this abundance, this knowledge but have to state that I am in the learning stages. Patience is my ally and to know that with every lesson, every experience there is more to be absorbed in my brain. Thank goodness I have mentors but my strongest supporter would be my Auntie who always tells me, “You have always had this, this gift, it has always been inside you.” Her vision of me as she read for me yesterday was of my being on top of a mountain talking to Creator..praying. I told her that I do that in the morning, during the day, in the evening, praying and that I ask. Got to love that!

Oh and that problem I had worked itself out and very easy I might add.feather (1 of 1)