Intuition, Story Teller

Was that the wind?

I was always a very independent child, able to look out for herself. I had this sense of responsibility to myself growing up almost with no adult supervision. Don’t get me wrong, mom was kind of there but working and then tired or out for the night with friends. I was often left with babysitter’s, relatives, or my favorite, my grandparents until grandmother passed away. I have memories of me as a small child being pushed through a window as the babysitter had lost the keys and the window suddenly slamming down on my poor baby fingers slicing the tip. My mother coming in a rush after the doctor’s stitched and bandaged me up. Mad, she was.

The babysitters were not very reliable and often mean to a little 4-5 year old. I had one even pull a knife and had me cornered. My heart thumping and thinking my little life was over, very frightened and scared and wanting mom. I got out of that with my humor and likability. Cuteness has its ways. After that I was always trying to be ahead of what the other person might attempt to do with me and I wasn’t about to let that happen. Even at that young age. So I think on this and know that is when the intuition kicked in. When there was that tightness in my tummy, that was my warning signal. I have always had that.

Mom had divorced my real father and re-married shortly after and we then moved into a 1935 bungalow with a half dirt basement with an old stone furnace that made a whoosing sound every time it turned on. I shared a bedroom with my older cousin down there and at times the air space was comfy and at times my spidey senses were on high alert. I would scramble to my mother, practically skinning my knees on the stairs to get to her, to tell her that something was staring at me or I would feel a cool breeze rush by. I was told that I was imagining all this, to stop reading my crazy books about fairies and such and get back to bed. If only I could go back and tell that little girl that it was alright, to tell what ever, spirit wise, that it should go away. This went on for many years and even when my stepfather renovated the basement and made it quite livable there was still a cold spot once in a while, always in the same place. I was never so happy in my life when I moved out on my own never to have to think of ways to avoid the basement. The memory is long and these are important times in my life that make me wonder how as a child that I relied on my own spirit to get me through those days. But it is what it is and I am who I am for it. There are many instances about nightmares, things that go bump in the night and just knowing, but I leave that for another day.6 or 7 year old me~

Love

Brand New Day

Yesterday I had made a tea date to visit my truly gifted friend, Shaunda Lee for 9:30. Thinking that it was going to be about an hour I was so surprised to look at the clock in her kitchen and find out that many hours had passed and it was close to 3 pm. I consider her to be one of my mentor’s in my journey as is my Auntie Doreen and the information I receive is most precious to me.

We went from one topic to the next as sat and enjoyed her scrumptious cookies and hot tea. I had brought my tarot cards thinking that I would give her a reading and also learn along the way. Well I was correct on the part about learning as it was my first kick at the cat so to speak. (Note: No cats were harmed in this or any production of said tea party!) What happened is that I seen the tarot cards from another perspective and one that I could understand and it all became very clear with her teaching.

My work is to put an hour of instruction about these cards and that is to read for myself which I have already done and to write everything about each card. By the way I am using the celtic cross spread for those of you wondering. Looking forward to tomorrow’s reading and perhaps learning much more of this spiritual world which I am so ready to receive. And let’s not forget to be so thankful!DSCN7385

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Storyteller

I cannot even imagine what my mother went through having a grandiose storytelling child because I was that girl. My storytelling came to be the lament’s that I made to mother and then accusing me of tattling even before a situation even happened. Perhaps I was getting ahead of myself at the time and just knowing how it was all going to play out. At home I was the one that got it faster than the adults and for that I was accused of sneaking around and the question, “How did she know that?”  We had two phones in our home and did always sneakily pick up to listen when there was something going on in the family. Of course I would get caught and Mom always figured that how I was getting my information. Well some of it was because of that. Some of it was just to be nosy.

Always writing long stories and passing them around to my friends just to get a laugh. My dream then was to be a writer. Reading was my passion and I always had a book in my hand albeit not a math or science one but the one’s about travelling all over the world. Book’s about faerie’s, angel’s, troll’s, animal’s, love, people from other countries and friendship. The library was my haven and I would walk the five blocks just to see and read as many as I could. Losing myself in that big world of imagination and wonder. It seemed as I was in a dream state and wanted to be like that all the time. My imagination or rather my intuition got me through my childhood.

In school I can remember sitting at my desk looking out the window and daydreaming and would have done this if they had a class for it. I am sure I would have been a A+ student. Math was always a hard one for me as we had to work out everything on the board and yet I knew the answer and couldn’t find the in between or details to write it on the chalk board. So instead of being encouraged for being right which I knew, the accusation of cheating would come up. I just didn’t know at the time how the answer came to be. It just was! I always felt I had to defend myself from questioning teachers, my mother, friends and later on my world. Like that little fish swimming upstream. It was so tiring.

And now I see that the gift of writing and imagination, reading and storytelling really had great meaning. Think about it. Perseverance is another one of mankind’s greatest strength. You keep at it and it pay’s off. I understand and see it all, my life in a different light. Storytelling has become a big part of my life as well. I am comfortable when I am at the forefront. Not to show off but to drive home a point or to bring humor. No longer do I seek people to shove my views down there throat. That serves no purpose. And my friends I have many, many stories about my past history to tell so that you may relate and possibly learn or laugh. Books

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Presently Here

Good story that goes along with being present in time. My other half and I went to Honolulu this past spring and I had asked only one small thing beforehand from him. The man works long hours and as such his mind can travel to past & future thinking of all that needs to be done. I on the other hand wanted to be relaxed and not think of anything to do with my active life. This little voice popped into my head a few days before we were to take off on that big old plane and that is what it said…Present!

So my request was this. Just to be present, not to utter anything worrying thing in our mind and to enjoy the moment. We thoroughly enjoyed every sight we did see and the days flew by. It was idyllic! Last day there he turns to me and says, “I just have to say that I really did as you asked and I had a really great time and will remember all of this but I am so ready to get home!” I told him same and I said did you notice people driving around the city looked unhappy or maybe lost in thought would be better to say. I said that probably they were thinking of there bills or the packages to be delivered and what they had to do next or thinking of something that happened last night, yesterday, last year. Busy, busy, busy in there minds in paradise. I know being in the here and now really fills up your time so to speak. You get to drink in all the sights and sounds of the day. I can only tell you that we two had smiles plastered on our faces and were grateful for all that happened and the people we met and the food that we ate and that is because we were present!

Honolulu, HI

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Faces

10334455_683266788376788_273173251969449275_nOne early morning my other half & I had left our morning breakfast spot and had just received some not too great news & were trying to digest this. One of his family members was having life trouble and it was a quiet & very somber drive home. We both looked up and seen this image in the clouds and he quickly told me to snap a photo. My other half is a very reality driven person, he see’s black & white so I was surprised by his reaction. We both agreed there was a face in the cloud who resembled his father looking none to pleased. His father had passed from cancer 3 years previous. “Perhaps” I said, “He is here to support you concerning your daughter, but he doesn’t look to happy about it either” The other half also asked me to send it to his sister to get her reaction who also agreed that it looked like there dad.

The other half doesn’t say much to about stuff like this but accepts with what he can see. His sister on the other hand is like me and it gives her solace and faith and that my friends is a good thing.

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Books, books and more…Books!

I was driving on my way to my morning workout listening to my audiotape of Sonia Choquette, a woman of wisdom. I hear her stories and suddenly will be hit with AHA moments and I truly love that! I was musing on how many books that I have on the go and will share with you what is sitting here on my bed. Having a library card has it’s benefits for sure so here it goes..

  • “Walking Home” by Sonia Choquette; an inspiring story about her “Camino de Santiago”, her daily happenings that go with that.I am half finished it and will probably be done by Christmas as it a good, no make that a great read!
  •  “Tune In” by Sonia Choquette, a New York best seller it say’s on the cover, about letting your intuition flow.I get it when she mentions the “Ebb & Flow of Life.” We flow in our daily lives loving no distractions, no bumps in the road and the ebb is the change as it surely does come along. So when the ebb does come we surrender and let it go and let it…flow! Here is where I would say, “Resistance is futile” but I digress.
  • “What If…” by Shirley Maclaine. The meanderings & thought processes of a gifted “Light” whose journey has taken her to the most awesome places and met the most awesome people on this planet An excerpt from her book; “What if we understood & harnessed the greatest creative forces of life? Our souls.” I love that!
  • “Trust Your Vibes” by Sonia Choquette.” Secret Tools for Six-Sensory Living. A audio book I have on the go in my vehicle as I go about my daily wanderings. Yet another gem from the lady herself and I love the lessons I take from this. The intuition awakens..no kidding!

So there is but a few of the treasures I have at my reach and now to get back to the book at hand…Helloooo Sonia!

Story Teller

A picking Sage we go!

Reserve graves
Reserve graves

This past summer I visited the cousins, Donna and Sandra east of the city. Ladies my age that are really in the know about anything you would want to know about:

  • Sweat Lodges
  • Traditional Healing
  • Elder Teachings
  • Medicine Walk- identifying herbs in the community and what they are used for.

Always good to have someone like that in your corner but I digress. I was driving in there corner of the country taking pictures and then spending time with one or the other. I had been wanting to attend a Sweat but it just wasn’t coming my way in the city. All I did was mention it and VOILA! I was in a Sweat by noon that day with an elder and some summer students from the reserve. After gaining more clarity for the soul I went on the hunt for sage which was on this high hill.

It was a very hot day and I popped my cowboy hat and boots and proceeded to climb with a big bag and first make a tobacco offering to thank Mother Earth for her gifts. I was told not to pull out the sage roots but to break stem off gently. What a sweet perfume!  As I sat on the hill after picking my share I looked up and seen 2 hawks circling above us. How peaceful and spiritual it was.

We were not finished for that day because I was to learn how to pick sweet grass as well. It was the same with an offering and a prayer to Mother Earth and then told how to pick the grass. There was so much and it was beautiful where we were picking near some ceremonial lodges.

I can hardly wait for the summer to come again and make my journey east of our city and do the visit which I dearly need.

Blessings All~

Story Teller

Dreamer

Early this morning before waking I had a “visit” from my departed kitty Little Evel Knievel, short name Little Evel. In my dream he was walking with me in my adventures, an endeavour to be somewhere important, a mission. I picked him up and put him in my sweater to keep him safe and near me. End dream.

I certainly wish that every night I would be blessed to have these visits but the randomness is what I do love, the surprise. Little kitty passed in June ’08 and I have had a few dreams of him since then. That morning I knew something was a tad off and I asked my then husband if he had seen him. He told me he let him out very early. I walked around the neighborhood calling his name but no such luck. I still had that gnawing feeling, something in the pit of my stomach. Around supper time I received a call from our local pet control service who pick up stray pets and she said that they had identified him by his chip. I asked if I could come see him and she told me that was not advisable that he had been run over by a cement truck. Oh my pretty baby!

Intuitively I knew that he had passed that morning. I had felt that. But he lived a good 14 years with us. He comes to visit now and then and I love our visits and the missions we go on. My buddy~Little EvBlessings All

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Shortcut~

Last night I was on my way in the driving rain to my friends place. It was home time work day traffic galore and I could see in the distance a long traffic line. Coming to a stop at the lights I was directed by that voice inside to turn right, which I did. Then I did a left and was on a empty street bypassing that long line up about 10 blocks long. Of course I silently thanked my higher self and giggled…

Now I have to say that was the first time I paid attention to that voice and I didn’t think twice so I guess it’s all about the trusting too.

Blessings All~

Intuition, Story Teller

AHA Moments

Wikipedia writes about the definition of the eureka effect and we have Archimedes to thank for the start of the EUREKA shout out of a discovery. I love the Aha moments. The pureness of insight that comes to our minds. It dances through the thought processes, mulling it over, delighting in that time, ever mindful. Something that was inside of us all this time or something learned. Since my awakening I have been having these AHA moments. Sometimes one a day or one every other day. I savour the thought as it goes through my mind, careful not to lose that precious thought. Being mindful in that time and what can I learn from it. I have read many books in my time and have had people mentor me but when something sparks in your psyche then you know you got a handle on the process. You know that saying, “You can bring a horse to water but you can’t make him drink” Well use this thought as this. You can keep telling me and telling me and I am still not going to get it. I have to learn on my own! So it is with the moments! I wait with bated breathe for the next one and learn from that go on with the awakening.

Blessings All~