Missing is my writing mojo. Last seen in July 2016. Dearly missed. If found please contact me in comments below.
It’s been crazy peaceful from where I sit. A new way of looking through my eyes, through my consciousness. Trying to go back in time to do the same old things I was going before and it ain’t working..at all! Good for me to think of others activities to occupy my mind. Reading many books that are opening my mind more and more. Picked up “Untethered Soul” the journey beyond yourself by Michael A.Singer a few weeks ago and I have to say that for once really paying attention to this jewel of a book. Working with inner self.
The move from the old house into the new went off without a hitch and everything has gone swimmingly. I have started to do more readings and found my calling in mediumship but will delve into the intuition side or vibe coaching as I call it. I am a medium! I How I love saying that. It sounded strange the first time I told a person what it is I do for a living. Talking to your past loved ones. The intuitive side is your day to day vibrations about you.
So there you have it all in a nice little bundle. After all the past couple of years to fully develop my brain to see what I have been doing all this time but to totally understand it. It’s like someone flipped the switch on and said, “VOILA!”
The readings are joyful but sad at the same time. The person that has passed shows me visions or symbols. Feeling, seeing, hearing, tasting it all in the time I channel this vibrant being that once was, is all learning and fascinating for me. To be invited to see all this is a honor and this I tell to the client. I have had humorous, loud, timid people thus far come through. They show me puzzles, tupperware; (she loved takeout), fishing, and sometimes they way they passed. I acknowledge all this and move on in the reading.
So my mantra, “I want to help heal, I want to heal with healing messages” have come to fruition. We are made of energy and manifest what we think. My mind had focused on this for many, many years and so happy I am where I am. There is much more that has been happening but drinking it in for now.
As strange as this might sound to you dear reader the following came to me a few moments ago. A must share for definitely I am guided by unseen forces. Spiritual ones that is. “You will flourish.” It came in silently in my mind. I never question these insights for they come out of the blue.
If you have been following my journey of this year you will know that I have moved to a much improved situation. I wake to birds in the many trees surrounding my condo with there song. Add to this is a quietness which is a tonic. My mind has settled and thus my body follows. Peace & tranquility. I am the Queen of Serene! So I thank my guides for giving me this beautiful message and wonder what tomorrow will bring.
One room is empty as I start the process of packing and leaving this old gal, this old home built in 1955. The number of boxes, too many to count line the dining room wall. I have given away a lot of stuff to the second hand stores and know that there will more trips there. I feel lighter.
It was bought in 1986 to house my child and my boyfriend at the time, Colin. He was the push to find somewhere to live and settle down. The premise was to eventually marry but this was not to be. There were many problems and his drug addiction was one of them. The emotional abuse was to follow and I was his to do with whatever when he came home after days away. I was to stand up to him one day when I had had it and told him to give it to me with all that he had. He laughed and walked away. In that defining moment I was to find my strength. Thank you Colin for showing me that I could do this on my own.
And yes I made the payment of the mortgage on my own. To find a job as a bank teller and to learn more about investment side of life. Also to rent out the basement suite to bring in more monies.
The tenants that have lived in the basement suite and to move on and purchase there own homes were many. There were some memorable characters such as the woman who brought a dog in the suite. I have always stated a no smoking, no pets rule you see.There were many stable people that lived with me, hard working people and people that needed a helping hand. My last three tenants were finally the initiative to find a better way of life. The first, last summer was to party at all hours of the night. The second was to bring a cat in and smoke incessantly. The third loved his loud music and told me that he was deaf and this is why it was loud.
They all three did this gal a favor. It was time to let go. To let go of the upkeep of this old gal. I see the beauty of her. The rounded corners on the doorways. The big windows. The beautiful doors. the huge yard and garage. My most awesome neighbors. But I am so ready to find out what is out there in another community, in another albeit smaller home. But I started with this in mind. The adventure. This is what it is all about for me. Another month of being in the now to savor my time alone and to always remember what this stability got me.
In 1986 I bought a home, the monies from my father’s estate after his passing. It has been 30 years of bringing up my family in this big house and I knew it was time to move on. The second week of January this year I was in Elk Island National Park taking time out for my photography and I said out loud, “I think it’s time to sell my home, please send me my signs.” I spotted some bison off in the far distance and looked through my camera’s viewfinder and laughed out loud when I seen that there were three, my signs. As I drove through the park I was to see three crows fly by. Again I took the time to thank Spirit for yet another sign. As I was driving home I was to spy three working men on the side of the road. I knew this was an all clear. Got home and phoned my realtor.
Yesterday was day 33 of what I was calling the big adventure and I awoke and had a heart to heart with Creator, asking for all my blessings, asking for patience and asking if the ladies that came last night to look at the house were the real deal. “Please send me a sign, I await patiently.” The whole day came and went with nary a sighting of something wonderful. Oh well!
I got home late last night after watching a movie and who should be parked in my space in front of my home but my realtor and this with good news. My home was SOLD! And for exactly what I wanted.
Sitting at the dining room table I said to her, “OMGosh, I have to tell you something!!” I had suddenly realized that it was this day that my father had passed. Feb 23, 1986. This was my sign! What a gift~”
I was bitten by the travel bug as a young child getting dressed up to sit on a Greyhound and endure a 3 or 4 hour ride to the big city. If it was a milk run then it was all night. I can still smell the diesel of the old bus and the late night stops in some sleepy town with a quick run, my mother and I to the washroom and the store to get some promised pop and chips. The crying child, not me for I was a good little girl, and hearing a slap and a threat to be good. Yes that memory still stands in my mind. I looked at the mother of this now quiet child as they got off the bus and thought how scary she was to me.
It was to be with these trips to the city that we would be meeting up with my father who was coming back from some place on this earth serving the army. If we were lucky we would get into his vehicle and travel to the mountains and stop on the way perhaps a campground and dad would pull out the old Coleman cook stove and start grilling hot dogs. Yum, I still smell that too! And if we were not travelling for pleasure then it was travelling to move to another home or to travel for his work. Having been the lucky one to remember all the sights and scenery with all the places in Canada that I have seen.
In my early twenties I was to hitch hike across our beautiful provinces with a friend and it is something that I would not highly recommend now. I was quite lucky to be intuitive and to know what was good and what was not. To know where to go to get a ride with the truckers and how to speak respectfully so I could get that back. Creator must have been looking down on me for it was on this trip four provinces away that we were stuck in between Sault Ste. Marie and Sudbury at 4 am no less. The friend and I were arguing as to what I cannot remember and she started to walk up the road a little miffed with my carefree attitude and no sooner when she was just shouting distance than a limousine pulled up. The window in the back went down and lo and behold it was a priest. “Would you like a ride my child” he inquired. We pulled up to my friend and now she was fuming but of course got in with out a word. I woke to the smell of the sulpher in Sudbury on a hot morning with my head resting on the priest and had dribbled on his coat in my sleep. He had told me that this was as far as we could go and so we walked into the city.
My life was to take on bigger dimensions by me meeting my future but now ex-husband who would then travel by motorcycle to cities a few days away. Those days were so carefree as I seen so much from the back of that bike and smelled the clean air and took so many photos. More often than not we were to travel with other riders so it made for a idyllic time. This married time with him was getting on planes to see my all time favorite city, New York and to follow the eastern coast. On the spur of the moment we loaded the trailer and tripped down the west coast all the way to Los Angeles. So many people I have met, so many conversations, so many experiences, so many places that I have dined.
My life now reflects what I do with having my quiet time, to meditate through my photography , to travel down dirt roads to find that perfect picture. I may get lost but find my way always when I just park and sit for a few and then proceed. I always find great gems too so its never a bad diversion but a lucky happenstance.
Having met a man who is now a big part of the picture has taken us to many places in my beautiful province of Alberta and also B.C. but also abroad and to the south eastern coast. Simply put he is my other half who shares the same wunderlust as me. Being a middle aged woman I often wonder where my life will lead but I do know it will always involve travel and adventure because you have to have a great story to go along with it. Next time when I wake in the morning I will take a bottle out and spin it and see what direction it will take me. Me thinks that is good advice to moi.