Guardian Angel, Love

What I did on my summer vacation…

I dreamt last night of a couple crossing the street. Me in my vehicle, waiting for them to progress but it was not to be as the woman fell down with the man helping her. I got out and proceeded to pick them up. The man wanted no help from me. He was disoriented. He was wearing military uniform with all the usual array of medals and such with the number 324 prominently showing. “Let me help you, you need help.” I said to him. No was his reply. “My father died of a stroke and I think that is what is happening to you.” I say to him. “Exactly!” is what he said as he stood up proudly. I was shaken momentarily and walked away. It was a very vivid dream with me carrying a red wallet and the song, “Wayward Son” with these lyrics playing all the while…”Carry on my wayward son, For there’ll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest Now don’t you cry no more.”

Waking up this morning I check the numbers and sure enough 324 has meaning. “You stand shoulder to shoulder with benevolent guardian angels, archangels, and ascended mas­ters. Surrounded by such powerful Divine love, you can feel certain of a positive outcome to this situation.” Red as I checked out with this as follows does resonate with me. “The alchemists had a much more narrow interpretation of the color red. For them, red was fire. But in alchemy, fire was more than simply heat. Fire was the force of creativity, the force what allowed radical transformation in the fulminato stage — the stage that directly preceded the accomplishment of the “Great Work. In dreams, red may be similarly interpreted meaning that the dreamer is engaged not only in a time of deep creative passion, but creativity that radically transforms one from the soul up and down and in and out.”

So this past summer it has been the ending of a relationship but with that a greater understanding of who I truly am and what I made out of. We seem to think that this is how it should be when life all of a sudden throws a curve ball and says no such luck girlie!  That happened but now I stand resolute and sure of myself. At this time meditation helps soothe the soul as does knowing that there are people to support me as well as on the other side with healing. Not a day goes by that I do know that my father is around me and shows me with his symbol, the number 3. The peacefulness of the days carries this one down her path. I know there are greater things that await and I look forward to this adventure we call life. This was my gift from the universe and such a great learning experience to take away from it all.

Author, Musing Daily

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

Crystal Clear

When

When I was married I use to change my or rather our living space with replacement of curtains or the mere movement of the big sofa or even the whole living room. The ex husband would walk into the house and it would take him aback but he soon grew use to it. And so it is with the new themes that I customize on my blog. Looking for that perfect fit for this gal. So much to choose from and so loving it.

Aside from the theme changing I have been really on the go with many projects happening in my life. The photography biz is starting to pick up from which I am very happy for that. My classes for my intuition is also opening my mind and everything is becoming clearer. It’s great when you have a mentor to show you the way and the understanding makes sense to me now. Everything in my past life has certainly helped me grow into the woman that I am with many changes, good and bad. I can always look back and say, “When I was a child.” or “When I was a young girl.” I use all these experiences in my life and see it for what it is. To make informed decisions based on that. I also use this in my intuitive readings because again it comes from an understanding. My Auntie who I also call my mentor when it comes to my gift has told me that being street wise would also help me. I hadn’t a clue what she was talking about but I do get that now. Having someone say that it’s always been in you made no sense to me. And then maybe it did. I have put all the pieces of my puzzle together and I found me!

When I was younger and not knowing I would dwell in the past..a lot. It really got me no where and I know this now. I suppose I wasted time trying to figure life out but I finally get it! I always am trying to encourage my other half about being present because we miss so much when we are not. Looking forward to the adventure in my life and the road that I am on and the people that I have encountered. I see it for what it is and happy that it is all behind me, like in my back pocket.

Intuition, Letter Writer, Universe

Memo

I have noticed of late how busy you are and that you delight in this adventure of your life. Learning too from like minded people that have seemingly been drawn to you. See how it works when you envision your desires and dreams? And when you redirect your thoughts from judging to just letting it go. Your journey, your business. There journey, there business. And that bit about being a peacemaker, well my girl you got to let that go. You cannot make everyone happy.

I note that you also getting it and that it was always in you from the start. You call it Realization or what you love to call, your Aha moments. Keep at it all the meditations as it will keep you grounded, calm and all that great stuff that goes with it. And above all, Listen!

With All My Love, The Universe

Author

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

On any given Sunday

As a child my Sunday’s were spent at our neighborhood church a couple blocks away. I was the little girl who grew up with the nuns who wore the long black habit and the whimple and the long black veil. I can say they were kind but stern and I was a little afraid of them. Catechism was taught daily and to be wrote in our scribblers over and over, again and again. I have to say I might have memorized what I was told but I did not a clue to who or what I was praying to. It just didn’t click for me.

It has changed for me as the years went on and I found myself wanting to go back to a church downtown in our city. I love the hymns, the rhythm of the mass that I know by rote. I pray to Creator/Spirit and thank him for prayers answered. It gives me solace.

This past weekend I found myself at a Spiritualist Church I had looked up in the paper. I loved it. The topic that morning was Karma. Something that I had been reading these past few months in the books I get at the library. Before the service began we had a prayer and then a healing meditation. I felt so comfortable sitting there with a lot of like minded people and then after the service meeting a few of the ladies and ohhhh couldn’t I have had a conversation all afternoon with them about any topic about intuition.

Super excited for more to come my way!