LoveSpeakes

Love-The Ultimate Oxymoron

2009-07-15T16:19:00.000-07:00

It’s no secret that I am a big music lover. Since childhood I’ve known the healing power of music even if my family seemed to be oblivious. What I mean by that is, after a violent night of alcohol and abuse in our house, hearing “What the World Needs Now Is Love Sweet Love” by Jackie DeShannon on the radio the next day felt like a much needed hug from Heaven for me. I couldn’t understand why the other five members of the family could not HEAR the gift and instead seemed to remain stuck in the craziness, anger and hurt of the night before.

I listen to oldies a lot and am a lover of “the Motown sound.” Today, as I was minding my own business around the house with the radio on, Ben by Michael Jackson came on. I loved that song so much back in 1972 when it first came out. I was 14 at the time.

Suddenly I had a flash memory, feelings and all, of me sitting in front of the “hi-fi” stereo that was my dad’s during the marriage. I think we all felt closer to him when we would use it after the divorce. It was one of the many things he left behind in order to just be done with my mom.

I had whatever album Ben was on and I was playing it over and over again trying so hard to learn the lyrics. I was alone and had it playing full blast. I remembered feeling so somber as I sang along, and was blown away when I realized what was going on back then. Blown away because I am still that girl who sat on the floor in front of the stereo, album cover at arms length so that she could hear herself sing as it bounced off the cardboard. I am still the “wounded healer” going back and forth from feeling I have a huge hole in my heart one minute, to longing to fill that hole in many. Even at 14, I ached to be loved as much as Ben and at the same time longed to love many like Ben was loved by the little boy in the movie of the same name. Singing into that album cover was not so much to hear how I sounded, but to feel those words coming back at me. I didn't see that then, but do now.

As I listened to the lyrics today after so many years, I see that I am once again trapped between two places that I long to be. I have the same desires I had as a young girl, still not knowing exactly how or when I will accomplish either. Or, actually, I know I’ve done a bit of both. Maybe it brought to mind the fact that I just might forever be in need of healing as well as in need of being there for others.

The song still brings up the “aloneness” in me and the ache to be loved. It also reminds me of how many are out there feeling so alone while I sit here with so much love to give; while I sit here knowing EXACTLY what so many need to heal at the core level because it is EXACTLY what I need. I’ve had glimpses and tastes of it here and there in my 52 years enough times to know it IS the answer. What you might ask is it that I’ve had glimpses and tastes of? What is it that is so healing that I not only find I still long to receive it over and over again, but to give it even more times than that? The answer is Love. It is Love that we all not only search for but also have an abundance of. The 14 year-old girl from 1972 now sits here in 2009 at 52 still aching to receive what she is overflowing with.

It is the wounded healer who knows exactly what it is that heals, while at the same time may spend a lifetime searching to be healed. If we could only remember that in giving what we need so badly, we receive it back as they say, “ten fold,” then all “Ben’s” would know they are loved beyond their wildest dreams.

Today Love Wants You to Know #24

2009-07-07T13:36:00.000-07:00

Each incarnation is as they say but a “drop in the bucket." Like the flash of lightning through a star-filled sky is your visit each time. Yes, you are Eternal and there is no death, but each life experience is shorter than the blink of an eye.

Use your time in this incarnation to do and be all that you intended. Love one another with the knowledge that time not only flies, but at the same time can stand still. What does that mean you might ask? When withholding love from another for whatever reason, you have managed to make time stand still. There is no movement, no growth and no enlightenment. As your heart freezes so does that of the other as well as time and space.

Many families “practice” this form of communication-silence; waiting for the other to reach out. One day it is too late as someone has unexpectedly gone Home. As you know, sickness, funerals, and memorials have their way of causing a type of “amnesia” and suddenly all is forgotten. Suddenly there is no longer the fear of rejection. Phones and doorbells begin to ring; mail arrives and all is forgiven.

Do not wait for the day when time is running out or a life has been cut short. Do not wait until you all come together in loss, but instead, come together in Life. Live as if there is no yesterday or tomorrow for as long as you are in this human form, it will always be Today.

You can choose on a heart level to Love in the Now of this very Moment and look forward to the day when the bodies are shed and the Truth is known. That truth is that you are Love and that you are Loved.

"We can’t go on, pretending day by day, that someone, somewhere will soon make a change.” ~We Are The World

***Note: I had the We Are the World video posted first, but "heard" that I needed to look further. The first few lines, are similar to that of this channel, and I am once again amazed to see that I have angelic help when looking for something to accompany these writings, whether it is a photo or a video. Thank you angels.***

Today Love Wants You to Know #23

2009-06-23T23:20:00.000-07:00

There was a time you tried to hide the many things that made you unique. For fear of being laughed at or thought of as strange, you did your best to do whatever it took to fit in. You believed being different was a bad thing; that being different not only made you odd, but wrong.

While many realize later in life that it is impossible for all to be the same, there is still some residual worry and parts of the true self remain hidden.

It is time to embrace your "differentness" for that is what we and others love about you. It is your "Youniqueness" that shines and calls to you those who appreciate and admire the beauty of individuality.

Once you can accept and love all that you are, others will not only be drawn to the glow of that love for self, but will also be made aware of their own beauty.

Never be ashamed of parts of yourself that do not seem to match those of another. Know that you compliment each other-gives you more to talk about, explore, learn and love.

It is always better to take the chance of being loved for who you are, than to be disregarded for who you are not.

My Mother, MySelf

2009-05-25T23:52:00.000-07:00

***This conversation was put aside and just found again today. I felt it was one that should be shared.***

Dear God,

Can I talk to your Feminine side today? It’s kind of a “girl thing.”

I am good with “girl things.”

I know. And I know that You are You not matter what, but just wanted to tap into your lady parts. Oy…that didn’t sound right.

I understand. “Lady parts” activated.

*I giggle inside*

Well, tomorrow is Mother’s Day. I am not in touch with my mom but did send her a card with a very special little handmade gift that I put my heart and soul into as I created it for her. I sure hope she loves it. It should arrive today. Her mail is always late, so I don’t think she has it yet.

And what is it specifically you want to talk about on the eve of the Day of Mothers?

Not sure exactly. Guess I’m feeling a little sad; probably why I asked you to tune into your “lady parts” for me. It’s not that I feel like a “motherless child” but instead, a daughter without a mother to love. I’ve already healed most of the mother pain and no longer ache for things she can’t give me. I no longer yearn for the love of my fantasies. What is missing now is having a mother “I” can give love too.

And why is that? Why are you out of touch?

Hey, I thought you knew everything. You must know why.

Yes, I do. But in talking about it, you will come full circle into your own answers.

Oh, okay. What happened was a few months ago I had a really bad Vertigo attack; ended up in the emergency. I realized then that I’ve had quite a few less severe ones the past few years but this was a doozy. I knew, in my gut and in my heart, that my relationship with Mom, my unbalanced relationship with her, had finally taken its toll. We “do well” if I keep a lot of my feelings and thoughts to myself. She on the other hand shares all, good or bad yet I am not supposed to have any feelings about these things one way or the other. So, I am to “bite my tongue” most times when in reality it got to the point where I wished I could just cover my ears. Ugh. This is getting too long. Long story over, I had to tell her that I needed to disconnect; that for my health, I needed to pull back.

And how has that felt for you? Was it what you needed?

Oh my God, um...oh my...You, yes. As much as I love her and literally think of her everyday, all that goes with being in touch with her (connects me to family drama) has also left my space. I feel so much lighter, creative, happy, and free-the list goes on.

So what is it you are asking or looking to hear?

I don’t know. You are a mother of many. Guess I just wanted to get a “mother of so many’s” thoughts?

But you, yourself are a mother also.

Yeah, so?

So why can you not go inside to where that mother dwells to have this conversation?

I don’t know; didn’t even cross my mind. You know? I always forget each and every Mother’s Day that it’s “my day” too.

Maybe that is where you can begin to honor your own mother, whether or not you actually speak to or see her, for in honoring yourself, you honor her. Look at all you have accomplished as a mother, all you have given and been to your son and send thanks and love to her for teaching you to be the most perfect mother you could be.

Funny, sounds like you want me to pretend she was Mrs. Cleaver or Mrs. Brady who not only filled me with love and acceptance but taught me how to love my child.

And she did. Oh, not in the way Mrs. Cleaver or Brady would have, but the way she did; the way you “asked” her to.

Yeah, I know what you’re getting at. Something like, all the “good, bad and the ugly” made me the mother I am today. Did I get that right?

You did, but you missed a key point. The way she raised you taught you to be the mother YOU wanted to BE.

*having a WOW moment*

I think this is the first time I've looked at it that way-slight difference, but then again HUGE! It was MORE than just “making me the mother I am today!” It is about making me the mother I always wanted to be; the mother I always hoped I could be...wow-my mother, myself.

Indeed.

Knocking On Heaven's Door

2009-05-18T23:09:00.000-07:00

Dear God,

Do you love me?

More than you know.

Why can’t I just live with you?

But you do; each and every day.

No, I mean liiiiiiive with you. Like at your house.

And again, “you do.”

Then why does it feel like my house.

Because my home is yours.

*thinking*

Okay, let me say this another way. Why can’t I just live in Heaven, you know...where you reeeeeeeeeally live.

But you do.

(Oh great, the “Heaven on Earth” thing.)

You mean that “Heaven on Earth” thing, right?

I do.

Okay! Got it! How about EARTH on HEAVEN! Yeah, why can’t I live there, you know, with you?

What is it you are really asking? What is it you are really needing today? I know you know I am always with you AND that Heaven is indeed on Earth. What is it you are not saying?

(Damn, He/She is good!)

Maybe I really don’t have a question. I think I just wanted to tell you that I feel sad. I wanted to see and/or feel that you cared.

And I do.

I know. But I guess that’s why I got sidetracked into wishing I could really, like go to your house, knock on the door, go in, tell you I’m sad, so that you can then wrap your arms around me. You know, like a parent...

*surprised that eyes begin to water*

And you can do all of the above for I am always Home and my door and arms are always open.

I know. I guess I just wish you had skin. I have enough “friends without skin” in my life (internet buds) and not enough “with skin.” If I could pick one that I wish was really physically in my life, it would be you.

But I Am.

Not really. I mean I can’t hug you. I can’t feel your kiss on my cheek.

I am in all that Is; therefore you can touch and feel me in many ways; in many forms. You can look into the eyes of another and know you look into mine. You can hold onto the hand of another and know it is mine. You can feel the warmth of the sun wrap itself around you and know it is my arms. Shall I go on?

No, I get it. *sigh* Guess I just miss Home.

When you arrive back “Home” you will find you were never away. I promise you, when you are at my side, you will realize you were never NOT at my side. And you know what? You will long to experience, once again, the “illusion” of being away from Home.

I doubt that!

And that is your right.

*He/She smiles*

Try if you can, to know that you are always Home and that I am always at your side.

You know what I just realized? I know all of this. I didn’t actually have a question. I just needed a hug.

And have you received that hug?

Oh yes. “Loud and clear.” Thank you for always knowing what I really need, even before I do.

No need to thank me. It is always my pleasure to remind you of the Love that not only flows through you, but back. Continue to put forth the energies of Love and they will continue to find their way back to you.

Thank you.

*I feel a hug*

Mother

2009-05-10T01:32:00.000-07:00

A mother's love runs deep

Sometimes so deep it can frighten

So she pulls back

She can only share what she has

She can only teach what she's learned

She can only love as she's been loved

If she could she would...

If you could you would...

If they can they will...

Love your children with all that you are

Take the chance of giving more than you've received

Trust that they will appreciate your heart

Yes you could

If you would

Leave No Stone UNturned Unless You Want it REturned

2009-05-08T20:55:00.000-07:00

Dear God,

As soon as I had a “wondering” today, there you were with a message/answer. I was too busy to sit down to listen and type, but am now still and ready.

And now I am too busy.

*we laugh*

Okay. So, as you know, I was thinking about how so many of us think we have completely healed something, only to be SHOCKED when one day there it is again.

And what do you mean exactly?

Well, like we think we’ve dealt with our abandonment issues, or anger toward a parent, or dislike of self, only to have it come up again and we feel like, “What the hell?!”

*freaking a bit cause I used the word Hell*

Ahhhh, yes. The “gifts that keep on giving.”

Exactly! Now that we are chatting I am reminded that they are gifts, but to be honest? They should arrive in brown wrappers as they can be obscene and nasty. NOT in that way, but you know what I mean.

Indeed. The reason these “gifts” continue to show up at your doorstep so to speak, is because you have not yet fully opened them. Sometimes you shake them and know what is inside so you feel as if that is good enough and you put it on a shelf. Or maybe one has come wrapped in cellophane so you feel you have seen enough, and again “on the shelf.” Other times you begin to unwrap, see a bit or get a whiff and feel that was all you needed and again…

*I finish sentence*

…on the shelf.

Yes. So you go about your business feeling as if you have fully experienced each “gift/arrival” when instead you have only begun to unravel it all. You feel you are “over” so many things that you no longer want as part of your existence and yes, you are “over” them and THAT is why they return. You have stepped OVER them to the supposed other side only to find that they slowly but surely catch up to where you have stepped. Yes, they will not be ignored. You must instead remember to not have being “over it” the goal but instead “through it.” Does it not feel more real and complete to say, “Oh, yes, I am through with that” instead of “Oh yes I am over that?” As you can see now, “over something” is not necessarily the “healing place,” but instead a temporary gathering. Call it a sort of “Limbo” if you like. Your world seems to like that word.

Limbo. So, it really DOES exist.

In this conversation and demonstration yes. Living In Memories Brought Over.

WOW! Living In Memories Brought Over BUT having no idea right?

Yes. You must walk through all that you wish to heal to the other side. In order to fully visit each and every aspect, no nook or cranny should be passed by; no twist or turn. Explore and dissect them all before feeling you are done and can say “Oh, yes I have dealt with that.” Instead you want to be able to say, “Oh, yes I have dealt IN that.” There is a tremendous difference when it comes to healing the wounds that get in the way of the life you are “living” to live; the life you are meant to live. Too many are afraid to actually visit the caves in which their most precious treasures lie. The road to them is not easy, nor is the road back, but always, always well worth the journey and the excavation.

Yeah, I agree. Been on quite a few journeys and excavations the last few years.

Yes, and we walked right beside you with the canteen, the blankets, the oil lamps and all else that you needed to make your way back. Everyone makes their way back, but it is only those who set off with courage and faith that are able to attest to that fact.

I know. It’s not all easy, but very worth it.

Very.

Well, thank you again for listening. As you know, since you know everything *blush* some old stuff of my own has come up recently which made me say, “Are you kidding me?! You again!?”

But right away you knew of its perfection.

Yup. Right away I knew there was a little tidbit I saw last time I was on that journey, but pretended I didn’t and walked right past it hoping I could pretend it wasn’t there.

Ah, yes. You can pretend if you like, but as you know, the “tidbit” knows not of this game. It forever stays alive and waiting for you to pick it up, examine it, love it, and bring it home. It is when you pick up, examine, learn to love and bring all those remaining little tidbits home that they will not sneak up on you again. They are content. Their journey is done. They are quiet. They are calm. They are home.

Thank you for always being there.

And thank you for always being Here.

Today Love Wants You to Know #22

2009-05-07T12:52:00.000-07:00

You are already very aware that you create and get more of what you focus on, yet you ask, “Why” when what you do not want continues to arrive.

You do not want this illness, that body, those types of people, that dilemma etc. and so on. You instead want health, wealth, happiness, peace and all that you came here to “have.” You have forgotten. You did not come here to “have” those things but instead to Create them.

The time of asking, waiting and wondering is over. You are to remember that it is when you think, intend and let go that you Create AND receive all that you desire. Sound too magical? “Magical" yes, “too,” no. There is no such thing as “too much” magic.

You were at your best as far as creating when you were little ones. Imagination, fairytales and most of all believing in things that you were told were “unreal” are things you dove into with your entire being. It was those times of play when you imagined yourselves being and/or having your heart’s desires, that you put out the energies that would eventually draw exactly what you were “pretending” to be or have to you.

How many of you “played” being, doing and/or having things that if you look around your adult life, past, present or near future, you find you have indeed had or experienced? Before you out of habit grab the biggest of your adult wishes and say, “I am not that no matter how much I've wanted it” or “I do not have that no matter how much I’ve wanted it,” we ask you to go back further in time. That which has just come to mind is a “wish” you had as an adult and did not believe enough that you were worthy or capable. Go further back…

Maybe you are not the “nurse” in the white cap, but has your life not been filled with many opportunities to “heal?” Maybe you are not “rich and famous” but have you not experienced the feelings of being “rich and famous” in your own mind/life/world? Maybe to those who love and respect you? Have they not at some point “felt” like the “audience” you craved when they expressed their pride? Maybe you do not live in the mansion of a princess or do not race cars with the best of them, but have you not lived in a space that when coming home felt as if you were walking into your own personal “palace?” Have you not lived your life “in the fast lane?”

Ahhhhhhhh…you smile. (And we join you.) It is the child within who knows of this secret. Allow this Treasure of a Being to assist your adult self. Allow this Light which will forever be lit to bring you back to the place of Creation. “Play” with the idea that you can have, become or experience all that your heart desires. Then get out of the way and do not be surprised when it arrives in one form or another. It will arrive, but will you recognize it?

You are and have all that you have put your attention and focus on. If you do not like what you see or have, it is your “job,” your one and only “job” to change it all this instant. *poof and it is done*

PS On MAX the Crystal Skull

2009-05-03T20:12:00.000-07:00

Today I was cleaning out my DVR either watching or deleting things. I saw that I still had the news clip of when MAX "called" me to look up at the TV. (See previous blog.) Ahhhh. It was fun/nice to watch it again this many days later.

Tomorrow is one week since our one on one and while life goes on and things are pretty much "back to normal," I don't think the hub, I or my son will ever be "quite" the same. (My son went to the Expo the day after we did to see MAX AND bought his own little "offspring."

Funny story...

My husband and a long time buddy from high school began to tear apart our kitchen counter tiles and as of today are just about done with the new ones. The first day his friend was here, we were all taking a little break and ended up in my "studio" where I write and create my artsy fartsy things.

His friend, a still devout Catholic who I gave a nice pendant of Yeshi (Jesus) to just earlier in the morning and it was around his neck, grabbed my C.H.A.R.L.I.E and said, "What is with the skull." He looked a little worried as if he was thinking, "Oh my God. What is she into?"

I told him, "Oh, no...it's nothing like that. This is a very healing stone/crystal." Not exactly sure what else I said, I just know I did my best to reassure him it was NOT a scary thing.

Well, he shows up the next day to get back to the kitchen project and pulls up the sleeve of his right arm to show some new work on an old tattoo. The picture of his pitbull standing on a rock was old, but what used to be a tribal band under it and around his bicep was now a chain of little skulls. *feel my smile...*

He said something like, "Well after what you guys told me, I don't know, I just did it." Talk about "changing a belief overnight!"

It seems the "Magic" continues. Changes...very deep changes and awakenings are occurring in the most simple and natural ways. Yeah, life is really good...soon as we decide it Is. :-)

***Note: The moment I looked up was, as you will see, JUST a minute or less before the story was over; when the newscaster had his hands on MAX and say, "I feel something...no I don't" and laughed. Like I said, "Thank GOD for DVRs and the rewind function!" Also a couple of corrections. JoAnn has had MAX for 36 years BUT pulled him out of the closet "22 years" ago. And the woman who said she instantly feels "Peace...calm...love" is not the name they put. That is Aravel Garduno.***

I forgot in my first blog to share this picture I found on the Net last weekend. It was entitled, "Max the Crystal Skull comes to Life." Uh, "Like, duh." :-)

MAX the Crystal Skull

2009-04-29T13:25:00.000-07:00

It was Friday night when I "heard" MAX tell me to look up at a TV that had been muted for over an hour while I lay on the couch using my laptop. I saw a guy holding this glowing thing and being one who LOVES glowing things, I grabbed the remote! Thank God for DVR's as I was able to rewind to the beginning. It was our LOCAL news, interviewing JoAnn Parks while his hands were on MAX the crystal skull! This meant he was here! In San Francisco!

The next morning the hub and I were there and it's been "magical" ever since. Because it would be so much to type, I will let the video speak for itself (and me) but will add:

When I was there, doing whatever it is I was doing, (playing with and feeling the energies) I heard, "Old friend." When we came out and I shared that with JoAnn and Aravel, they said, "So many hear that and things very similar." "Wow!" I thought.

Skipping all the mind-blowing things that have happened since, because really, it is so much to type, I want to share one huge validation for me that whatever MAX "emits" is very real. My husband was so moved, that he did not blink an eye or respond how I thought he would (which would be pretty much verbatim what my best bud thought he would have said: I figured he'd be like "Nah... we saw him, ya it was cool, but I don't need/want to go again, especially on a MONDAY, long day, long drive... bla bla bla..." ) when the next day I mustered the guts to ask him if we could schedule a 30 minute "one on one" the following night, Monday...after he will have worked a full 8 hours. Believe me, I was sure it was not something we would ever do together; that MAX was going to leave town, and I would miss the chance.

The short version of what if felt like to be alone with MAX (JoAnn and Aravel set it up so nicely. Low light, soft music, candles, etc.) is that within a few minutes I had tears streaming down my face as the hub sat there on his cushion with the same look on his face from two days before-calm, serene and "in awe." It was so hard to explain to him why I was teary, and the only way I could was to say, "It's like...like if my grandmas were here..." (they both passed about 8 years ago, and I loved them deeply) "...like if they came back...and were right here...*sniff sniff* ...ovewhelming love..and joy...to be with them again..." He nodded so I asked, "You feel that? Is that what it feels like?" He nodded again and said, "Yeah...I feel it."

Long story, barely told but over "for now..." When I was done making the below video today, "for some reason" I got right up and grabbed a blank DVD to burn forgetting that I first have to save it on my computer. What did my eyes spot as soon as I pulled out a fresh CD just before realizing I can't even burn it yet? "MAXell" is the brand I have. Yeah...MAX is happy with the video.

***Note: If you get bored in the middle, hang in there. I tell more story about 6:42.***

Fortune Candy!

2009-04-20T09:26:00.000-07:00

A very "short but sweet" (literally) blog today...

As I was stuffing my face last night, (or would that be thighs) I had a "sweet" flashback of a memory.

I would say I was probably about three or so. Mom was strict as far as "goodies/sweets" so it was beyond THRILLING when we were allowed to indulge. Which as I type this brings back another memory-my first apartment with my now hub. One of my first "I have made it! I am "fully-growed!" purchases?! A candy dish WITH candy that I could eat FREELY! The first to fill my dish? Spearmint leaves! Elegant, mature, with a touch of rebellion as they stick very nicely to the teeth you will NOT be brushing afterward.

Okay back to the "jailhouse" treats. As I shoved another Hershey's Kiss in my mouth last night while "making like a potato" on the couch, I remembered how with excitement as a child we used to unravel those goodies. I mean that was half the fun wasn't it? Three year old little fingers did not unwrap and rip as quickly as those of our adult selves, so THAT was almost as good as what was inside.

I guess it was the first time or so I had one because I quickly pulled out the little paper and excitedly handed it to my mom and said, "Mama! Can you wead me my fortune?"

She was not amuzed and just quickly let me know, "That's not a fortune." I looked at it again with my little eyes and said, "Uh-huh. Wook. Words." She said again as she moved on to what she was doing, "No it's not." Oh, the confusion.

Well guess what Mama! Yes it was! And it still is! They ARE fortune candies!

Today Love Wants You to Know #21

2009-04-18T22:10:00.000-07:00

Many times you keep a list whether literally or in your subconsciousness, of things that you feel are very necessary-things you must do, have or at times be.

We would like you to re-examine that list now and then to do a bit of "trimming" if you will.

What may have seemed important months, days, weeks or even minutes ago, may no longer deserve a spot on your "list of necessities." Instead we are sure you will find quite a few things you had jotted down, again literally or figuratively, are actually "necessilly." :-)

When you go within and once again are able to see and think clearly, you remember the basics. You remember who you are and where you come from. You remember how very little of this world is really "needed" as opposed to "wanted."

You do not "need" to be any more than you are at this very moment. You do not need to have any more than you do at this very moment. It is not "necessary" for you to keep a list of things that must be worried about.

We are very sure, that if you look again at what was important even just a few minutes ago, that you will see how very "nessesilly" much of it was.

Smile at your silliness :-) as you remember most lists are "for entertainment purposes only" after all.

One of My First Angel Moments

2009-03-27T14:31:00.000-07:00

So funny...I have no idea why this came to mind today, BUT it's a good thing because I never thought of it as an "angel" moment. Maybe cause I have been feeling so "unalone" lately? Maybe "they" brought this to memory to say, "Always been around hon..." I know for sure that at about age five an angel actually saved my life. (Click here if you would like to hear that story...)

Anyway, here is the scoop:

Does anyone here remember Romper Room? Now I know they had many versions and many "Miss Nancies." But I am sure, being 51, I may have been a fan of the ORIGINAL "Miss Nancy." (Did anyone else wish she was your mother?)

Well, at the end she would pull out her "Magic Mirror," and say, "Romper, bomper, stomper boo..." and continue to say, "I see Jimmy, and Susan" etc. My sis, bro and I watched religiously everyday, hoping for our names to be called.

Bro was oldest, must have been at school this day. Me about 4, sis about 1. No parents in room. (the norm for us) "Miss Nancy" rips out the magic mirror and starts with the names. We sat there on the hardwood floor (those days it did NOT numb the cheeks...ha) and suddenly!? She says as she looked around OUR LIVINGROOM, 'Oh, and I see Julie and Yvonne...and I..." (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Can you imagine! The thrill! She saw us! Finally! SHE SAW US!!!

I probably ran into the room Mom was in only to be given a "Shoosh" or a "That's nice." I don't remember for sure exactly but I do remember for sure that I could not understand why she was not as thrilled.

When I got older, I don't know, pre-teen? I brought it up and asked if she sent in our names. I had an "aha moment" one day probably as my youngest sis was now watching a new "Miss Nancy." She very convincingly said no, and reassured me for sure when I pushed. Looking back now, I know for sure because we did not have that kind of mom or dad. I mean, we are talking 1960...snail mail? Or at the very least a phone call to get your kids name said? Nah...not my folk's "thang," believe me...

As of today, this goes into my "encounters with my angels" file. :-) How sweet of them huh?

Now fast forward to a few years later...maybe bro was about 8, me 6, lil' sis 3. Not so much into "Miss Nancy" anymore...we did a "One two three" and pulled our pants down and mooned her. *ha* Hey, I never said "I" was the angel.

***Stick with the vid if you can to about 1:04 where she does the mirror. They show it again, toward the end.***

OH LORDY! I just got validation! Guess how many VIEWS on youtube when I just grabbed it? 111!

A Healer Unaware?

2009-03-25T11:28:00.000-07:00

Yeah, you might wanna call me "crazy" after this OR your own "wheels" might start turnin' too...

I think I may have had a HUGE lightbulb moment this morning. "Wrote a song about it, like ta here it? Here it go, aaaa-haaaaaaa..."

So, come with me, step into my head...if you dare... *ha*

I was lying in bed, waking up, thinking...the way I do. I never jump right up. I thought again, what a bummer it is that I finally found a GREAT hairstylist (with short do's) and he is gone. Yeah...I called last week for an appointment only to hear, "Oh, he quit." WHAT?!! WHAT?!! HE CAN'T! NO! NOT ALLOWED! I've only had like five cuts with him! Just found him!

I calmly say, "Oh, no...really? When." "Yesterday," she says. "CRAP!" I think to myself. After we chat a bit more, I ask her "If it's okay can I ask why?" I actually thought HE owned the shop, but turns out she does. She went onto tell me that his son died in January. My guy tried to keep going but was really depressed she said, and just quit the day before. Okay, so of course I felt so bad for him, having no idea. Remembering the one or two times I sat in his chair since then having no idea...

This morning while I thought about it again wondering if I should let her cut my hair...I remembered all the places I've worked that "closed down, moved on, whatever" once they hired me. Yeah, it's been a joke for years in this house, how I "close em down." Not just places I've worked, but doctors. Soon as I find a good one, he/she "moves on/retires/whatever." Friends/healers/whoever and whatever...seems whenever I FINALLY find one that I love...not too long after, they...move on, away, are gone.

I always felt there was a lesson for me. I KNOW I have an "abandonment issue" this lifetime. Yeah...I have a big red A on my chest...and it is not because I "fool around." *ha* So, I have, the last few years accepted that this is the "norm" for me, UNTIL I can figure it out...get the message, heal the A wound that may be from many lifetimes.

NOW! What hit me like a FLOURESCENT and BLINKING lightbulb this morning was this!

I thought, "Omg...could it be? I mean we hear/ read all the time that we have no idea what we do at times to heal people, the planet, other dimensions etc right? We all want so badly to KNOW what our job is, what we are doing "behind the scenes" but have found it really hard to get that info.

The OMG moment, (are you still with me) is that all (or, okay some) of those people, places and things that made a HUGE change leaving me in a spin having to LOOK AGAIN for someone to fill that spot? "Behind the scenes" did "I" help them move on?

Like back to my hair guy...He was trying to hang since January. And actually as I type, I remember now that I only saw him once after is son died, cause I got my last cut 4 weeks ago. Suddenly, "after me" he can no longer "hang and pretend" and quits. He is now facing it all, taking time to heal, etc. You guys know me, I am for sure, on a conscious level an advocate of FEELING and HEALING. Who knew that even without consciously knowing someone might need that...I am somehow, "awakening" that in them AS IF we talked???

I lay there thinking of the doc I finally loved for my son (ear nose and throat). After his surgery at 5, next time we needed one, he had "moved on" to Kaiser. Looked him up just a few years ago for myself. Guess what? He is the CHIEF something or other of ENT's at Kaiser. (He was young then)

Finally found a couple of docs I LOVED throughout the years and I SWEAR! A couple of visits and they are gone...started their own practice, got out of the big city and closer to nature...whatever.

Companies I've worked for. FINALLY loved a job. Soon, they were closing down, moving out of state, WHAT THE FRICK EVER!

So do you see what I was thinking today? And believe me not saying, "OMG! I am one powerful biotch!" Oh God, no way. I am saying, "OMG! We read/hear over and over again how we are "raising the vibration" etc right? Back to my hair guy. As long as he stayed in the "I don't wanna feel, I must go on, I will be okay" place...he wasn't healing or in a "high vibration," right?

Okay, I think I blabbed enough, as it has not really processed yet. I just wanted to throw it out there so that you too can think about your possible "behind the scenes/totally unaware" job. I really think I am onto something. Again, could it be???? THAT is one reason as they say, "This path can be a lonely one." Because we "heal/help" so unknowingly, that when peeps/things move on, we just feel like, "Oh great...another on bites the dust."

Thanks for reading if you made it this far. Was just another one of my "...like to hear it? Here it go, Aaaaaaaa haaaaa" moments. :-)

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Flight of the Bumblebee!

2009-03-12T17:00:00.000-07:00

Oh my Gawd! Bumblebees are HUGE! I don't see them often here in the big city, do you? The last time I saw one was many months ago and I pretty much freaked out then too. I mean, really, they look like teeny, flying dogs!

I was in my new "art studio" (click here to visit my new venture) facing the glass doors to the deck. It's always open just enough for the dog to go in and out-maybe ten inches or so. The bee, (let's call "him" Brutus) was inspecting the Jasmine plant right outside of the sliding glass door and I JUMPED up to shut it! I then watched all "bugged-eyed" (again because I almost expected to hear it barking) until it flew away. Not far, but far enough for me to relax, leave the room and report to the husband that I had just saved us for the horror of a flying canine making it's way in.

A couple of minutes later I was back in my room, sitting at this desk, when it BANGED on the glass-THREE times; trying to get in! Since it seemed to really want to get my attention, I grabbed my "when animals (and certain bugs and things)show up, grab me" book. I decided to share because the messages are always great and so "on the money" and maybe others have been having bees show up.

If BEE shows up, it means:

It's time to get organized and get to work on that idea you want to implement and develop.

Approach your projects with commitment, diligence, and dedication, and you'll succeed beyond your wildest expectations.

Involve several others in a cooperative and life-affirming venture, one in which everyone who participates will benefit-and if possible, one that includes the entire community.

Take the time to appreciate and enjoy the sweetness of life.

This is a very fertile time for you physically and creatively, one where you can bring your ideas into fruition.

This is a very productive cycle for you, so stay with whatever you're working on, and there will be a favorable outcome.

**Animal Spirit Guides by Steven D. Farmer, PH.D**

Okay, can we say, "Oh my Gawd!?" I didn't read it before sitting to type it. Now I know for SURE that "flying dog" WAS trying to get my attention. Like I said, when I walked away, and out of the room for a bit, I came back in and he banged himself into the window not once, not twice, but THREE times! I didn't mention that when I now took his visit very seriously, he didn't just fly away from the window, BUT to the back of the yard and over the fence. "Adios!"

The message is more perfect than perfect. I have been in my newly created "studio" daily and for hours. Ideas are flowing, sometimes so quickly and all at once that I walk around in circles not yet able to harness the new energy. It's a good thing though. For the longest time I was in and out of funks wondering what the hell to do with myself. And this message calms the "What was I thinking starting this new project, can I really handle it" moments.

Now, here is a little "homework" for you. The way the Universe works is this:

If this blog means nothing to you because you haven't been seeing bees all over the place, (OR just one big fat one that tells you for sure it carries a message) BUT after reading this you do? Come back and read this! The message will THEN be for you too! There are no coincidences or accidents, so don't brush it off if it happens.

If you pay attention you will find that the Uni is speaking to and supporting you each and every step of the way. Once you learn to speak "Univish" you will be blown away at how much she has to say. :-)

Love Ain't Been Speakin' Much Lately

2009-03-06T21:03:00.000-08:00

Funny that it's been very quiet here, when there is a PARTY going on in my head!

There are days where I begin to "hear" and feel that a message wants to come through, but I can't seem to sit and quiet myself long enough to "take dictation."

Why you ask? Well! Let me tell you! Since my last post, "Feng ShWait a Minute!" I've been feeling SO creative! So much so that I can't wait to get out of bed. Sometimes I can't wait to get to bed, so that I can get up again!

I'll write more soon, but in the meantime, click here to stop by my new hang out. It makes me this happy. >

Have a great weekend!

Feng ShWait a Minute!

2009-02-23T21:20:00.000-08:00

As we know, the energies and changes of the planet affect us on many levels. According to Karen Bishop’s February 4th Wings alert, this funk I am in is PERFECT! Woo “the frick” hoo-lucky me! Everything she said that was “funky” is EXACTLY what I’ve been feeling for a couple of weeks.

The day after finally reading it, (I print them to fully enjoy and absorb later and forgot about this one until I came across it a few days ago.) I woke up feeling no better knowing it was, according to her, a good thing to be in this “Man I hate myself and my life” place and I noticed something very key; something that was NOT helping my waking up every morning wondering why the hell I should even get up. (Can we say Ground Hog Day?)

As I lay in bed each morning, slowly waking up the way I do, (never been a jumper out of the bed) I noticed that the wall I stare at in that still a little asleep state was BLANK! Nothing on it at all! We just moved into this bedroom a few months ago, and I wanted a peaceful feeling instead of overwhelming the energy by covering the walls with too much like when we were in the other room. It’s been lovely. Just a few pictures here and there, very little on our nightstands and dressers. So, yes, it is a very peaceful room now and I love it…FOR SLEEPING! Now, I am no expert, but I thought to myself, “Feng ShWait a minute!”

How did I not put two and two together sooner? Starting each and every day staring at an absolute blank, off-white and boring wall just set me up for a “blank,” colorless and “boring” day!

For the first time in quite a while I felt like I had a mission; a purpose-something to do that would make a difference. I searched through the framed things that didn't make it from the other bedroom. I knew it had to be something that made me happy every time I looked at it; that made me smile a real physical smile, not an “in my head” smile. I found the perfect thing! Each morning I now get to start my day by looking at a collage of the hub and myself in Hawaii. I lay there a bit and gaze at our first time in Maui, my first time snorkeling, and the beautiful palm tree and ocean view that was right outside of our room. Ahhhhhh, I am there again right now as I type.

I’ve read a couple of books, articles and online thingies on Feng Shui over the years, but to be honest, when they got to the parts where you now have to grab a compass, pen and paper to draw your house as if you were looking down from the ceiling, I was either lost or too exhausted just thinking about the technical stuff. I’ve always been that way. As soon as a book starts a chapter with, “And now for your first exercise,” I say back to the author in my head, “Okay, that was fun; I’m done. To the shelf you go. One day I will be in the mood and have the patience.” “One day” has yet to come on most of those books.

A few years ago I was shocked to find that “instinctively” I was doing pretty well on my own according to things I would come across AFTER the fact. Like the above latest example, I’ve moved chairs, couches, plants and things on walls because they just felt “off,” only to learn later in a book or online that I would have gotten an A on my Feng Shui report card.

So, the next time something just doesn’t feel right in your home, work space, car, whatever, don’t be afraid to say, “Feng ShWait a Minute!” Don’t listen to those who will say, “What? I like it; feels fine to me.” Follow your gut and intuition. Start moving things and making changes until you get that, “Ahhh, that’s it” feeling. Once your space is vibin’ in a way that makes you feel good, your days will surely follow. Good vibes attract better vibes.

As soon as I made the "Maui" change, the very next day, I kid you not, I woke up with a feeling of happiness while looking forward to what the new day had in store for me. That simple change has my creative juices flowing and I have been painting, decoupaging, and creating other artistic things. Last week my mind was "blank and empty" when it came to myself and ideas. Today, there is just not enough time in the day to follow through with the many that are now flying around inside my head.

Randomly Drawn Card #9

2009-02-18T14:42:00.000-08:00

Memories of Love-Card #6

You may find yourself walking down memory lane at this time. This nostalgic card could indicate that an old friend or acquaintance from the past may step back into your life, or it could even resurrect loving images from days gone by. Does this person; these happy forgotten memories encourage you to recall and welcome an energy of love? Is there a message or lesson from these fond recollections that could benefit you in your present life?

The number 6 card relates to support, dedication, unity and a need for balance in the areas of emotion and love. Your heart and soul are asking you to not dwell in the past, but use the inspiration and joy from that time to assist you in the here and now.

***Whoa....okay, that might have been meant for me. Welcome to the first ever: "And NOW to the 'randomly drawn card' for YOU" if that one didn't resonate...We'll call it... #9B***

Material Harvest-Card #9 (I kid you not, I DID drawn it randomly and it really IS the number 9 card of this deck. Guess the angels wanted to make sure I didn't doubt again that this was for you...and not me.)

One of the laws of the Universe is: What you sow you reap. This card states that this is your time to reap the harvest you've worked for and so rightly deserve. This card denotes self-mastery, self-sufficiency, independence, security, and the art of enjoying what you've strived for. You've done the hard work, learned the lessons along the way and used them to prosper in all areas of your life.

The number 9 also means endings-not that good fortune necessarily stops, but do honor yourself as you finish up or celebrate the completion of projects. This would be the perfect time to look ahead and use the wisdom you've gained to think about what else you want to achieve. Consider smart investments, and ponder ideas that show profitable potential. Congratulations on your success! You've earned it!

***The Psychic Tarot Oracle Cards by John Holland***

Today Love Wants You to Know #20

2009-02-11T14:41:00.000-08:00

There is always enough time. At times "they" say you must "Hurry before you run out of time." How can one run out of time when one is always where they are to be?

Many look back with regret thinking, "I have wasted so much time. What do I have to show for it? Nothing. What was I thinking?!"

From where we stand and see things, there is no such thing as "wasted time" for your journey is as perfect as you are. Each step, place, and happening, whether you want to believe this or not, is just as Golden as those that stand out in your mind as things you are proud of; times you feel you were "doing it" right.

If you can promise yourself to never regret, but instead remember exactly who you were when you were supposedly "wasting time," you will see there was no other way to have gotten to where you are now without passing through that phase.

As you rush through each day, month or year worrying about being on top of it all, you tend to miss the things that are not on "the top" but in the "middle." Ah, yes. The good stuff that the "top" sits upon, is so much more fun than always being where you want to be.

Think of this. If you were always exactly where you want to be, in each and every moment; if you were always in a place of "having arrived," then what? Do you sit and twiddle your thumbs? Believe us when we say, you would sit there reminiscing about the journey to the top, longing to maybe feel certain parts of it "just one more time."

Yes, you are right. This IS just another "It is not about the destination, but instead the journey" message. Ahhhhhh...you are "getting good." We cannot slip much by you anymore. If you were bored to yawns with this message today, we smile, for you are now reminded of how far you have come.

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A Family So Wounded

2009-02-09T13:38:00.000-08:00

Heart hurts again

Loving too much is always misunderstood

Caring enough to speak up

Doors slam shut

Such a familiar sound

But it still hurts my ears

Anger is not the enemy

And neither am I

A family so wounded

The “I love you” or “because I care that much”

Is never heard

Holding in parts of who we are

Is not the answer

Oh, we can bury

We can shove

We can try to convince ourselves we are “good girls/boys”

If we just smile and nod

One day we find

We are stuck in the quicksand of lies

Each time we get so deep that we can no longer breathe

And sand has entered every one of our openings

We must raise our hand and grab whatever is nearest

Whatever is left

In the end, we must all save ourselves

No amount of love, hope and wishing

Can stop our words and emotions from being misunderstood

If the language we speak is foreign

We can choose to leave the country

In order to get our needs met

Love can be said in many different languages

But not everyone speaks or hears with their heart

"The Ultimate Translator"

A family so wounded

And I include myself

But I am very aware

Of all my scars

And do my best

To know if they start to itch, hurt or bleed

It is up to me to remember they are mine

I cannot continue to blame

Instead I

Say what I need to say

In the moment

Then deal with the consequences

Temporarily alone again yes

But no longer drowning in the sand, I can breathe

I choose Love and Breath

Today I Promise...

2009-02-05T17:44:00.000-08:00

To treat myself as nicely as I treat others.

To trust that only I know what's best for me.

To finish at least one thing I've started.

To know that yesterday's decision was the right one.

To focus more on what I DID accomplish.

To say, "I love you" each time I pass a mirror.

To know that whenever I think of someone and smile, I have just sent them an "energetic" Valentine.

To remind myself that I am exactly where I am supposed to be.

To accept that I can only do so much in this lifetime.

To acknowledge the little things.

And last, but not least...

To know that I am Loved just the way I Am.

PurseSpeakes

2009-02-03T18:53:00.000-08:00

I think this is the longest I've gone without being inspired to post. Maybe that's not really what's going on, but instead I am just so "full" that nothing can get out. Whatever the reason, I hand the "spotlight" over to my purse tonight. Who knew she would show up with just the right words at just the right time. The messages she shared with me today just might be what you need to hear too. Never being one to be selfish with my toys or cookies, I invite you to pretend they were right there inside your purse and under your nose too.

I carry little notepads in "her" so that I can either jot things down if needed while out, or I have things like appointments and phone numbers to those appointments; things that I can get to quickly and with just a glance. Once in a blue moon I'll jot down something someone said, or I read because of the impact it has on me in that very moment. Who knew that one day they would appear when so badly needed.

PurseSpeakes #1: "It's right out there for you. Just reach out for it. Don't be afraid to let go of who you've always been, so you can become who you can be."

PurseSpeakes #2: "It never cost you more than it would have if you compromised who you were."

Number one is something I've been struggling with for some time now. I can smell and almost reach out and touch who I can be, but who I've always been REFUSES to make like Elvis and "leave the building." *grrrrrr*

Number two is so significant not only right now, but pretty much always. It seems I am constantly having to stick up for myself, speak up, be honest about my needs, etc., and no matter how hard it is, knowing that "compromising who I am" will hurt more is what always gets me through when the guilt and fear kick in.

They say "Dog is man's best friend." My purse may not fetch, roll over or think I'm "God," but she keeps all my goodies in one place AND surprises me with buried treasures now and then.

The Grass Is Never Greener

2009-01-17T23:15:00.000-08:00

Dear God, Goddess, Universe, Angels, Spirit Guide, or whoever you happen to be today,

But, it is not for me to decide. Why is it, if I may ask, that you have such a hard time in believing you just might be talking to a God who not only listens, but answers?

*blushing*

Actually, I do believe, but have this thing I guess when I “go in” figuring I will be sharing whatever comes through, of not wanting to claim I have a line to God.

And why not?

I don’t know. I guess I feel people might think or say, “Oh whoopdeedo. Look at her. A close and personal friend with God.”

And why would that bother you? As you know, I am a “close and personal friend” to All.

“I” know that, but so many don’t. Or they don’t believe it. I guess I feel like it would seem like I am bragging, “Hey guys! Listen up! I called on God again and He/She answered. Wanna hear?”

It is not bragging, but instead you are opening that door of communication for others. You are showing how easy it is and always has been. You are awakening others to the knowing of their own personal “line” of connection.

Okay, promise. From now on it’s “Dear God.”

Now wait. I did not say you must always begin your conversations that way. I merely asked why you felt uncomfortable on the days you believe it is I who you are connecting with. You will still have days you will be connecting to “Goddess, Universe, Angels, Spirit Guides” and so on.

You know what I realized while you were talking before? That if I truly believe God is within everyone and every thing, then why not just “cut out the middle man” when I sit down to take dictation and call whoever, “God.” If you are within everything from the pebble of sand on the beach I walked on last week, to the most magnificent sun that set on its horizon, then it makes total sense to know that I am always speaking with you no matter what form. Even if I one day started feeling I was channeling Mickey Mouse…it would still be You.

Indeed.

Okay, so here is why I sit to listen today. As you know, while I was in the shower, which I have come to call the “psychic phone booth” because things seem to come while in there, I had a question in my mind that you answered so quickly. I knew I had to take the time to sit.

Yes, as it was one I wanted to address further.

Oh, good. As you know, earlier this morning I saw a blog title, but didn’t have the time yet to read the blog. The title was, “Is the Grass Always Greener.” Right away in my head I thought, “Nope” and “Gotta read and maybe respond to that one later.”

I got busy around the house, and then in the shower (friends and I have agreed it’s the water that is the connection between worlds) it crossed my mind again. “Is the grass always greener on the other side?” to which you quickly agreed with me and said, “Of course not. As you know, when you get over there you find what looked good from the other side of that fence, was nothing but “Astro Turf.” I smiled and thought, “Oh! Hi! Good one! So true!” (funny thing, at first I typo’d “God one") So here I am hoping we can chat more about that. Why does the “grass” always look so green, fluffy and inviting from where we stand?

Because of where you stand.

What?

Because of where you stand-on the “other side,” on the “outskirts." One cannot truly see what something is made of from such a distance. Also, when one stops looking at and appreciating all that is on their own side of the fence, it is as if their world goes black and white. Everything can begin to look the same- mundane. So things on the “other side of the fence” as you say, can begin to almost glow. If the glow does not get you to come closer or JUMP that “fence,” what is over there will begin to call you. You will begin to yearn for the “color” version of what you already have. You will begin to believe what is over there is different and so much better than what you have, and you will then consider leaving all behind to meld with the beautiful color version that seems to almost reach out and grab you.

You know? As listen to you, I want you to know, well of course you do...that I have never been one to fall for the grass really and truly being greener. I’ve never fallen for the Wizard of Oz type thing. You know, how MunchkinLand was in color?

Yes, I am aware. But you do admit you have thought at times that maybe if you just poke one toe over on that side, you just might get a glimpse of what it would be like should you decide to “move?”

Yeah, I have.

The problem, if we want to call it that, with the illusion of the “greener grass,” is that it is not possible. One has to decide one way or the other, “Do I stay here, where things seem to have lost their luster, or do I just leave it all and go where it looks so much better?” “Looks so much better" is key. As we (wow…just turned into “we”) said earlier, from where you stand things “seem” to have gone “black and white” but in reality they are just as vibrant as what you are fantasizing about “tasting.”

You have all forgotten it is not about finding things outside of yourself, but instead awakening to All that you carry within. You may, if you like, move over to that “greener” side, but most times will be disappointed. One, to find it was nothing but "Astro Turf" in most cases, and two, that you also have brought with you your ability to start seeing in black and white again. Soon the "Utopia" that was glowing, calling and promising of a Heavenly existence, becomes nothing but the same that you left behind. Oh, the surroundings and the “players” may be very different, but you will then find/remember that what you were looking and reaching for had absolutely nothing to do with what you could see from your side of the fence. What you were looking and reaching for was right there, so close you could no longer see it.

So, what happens then? Well, now you live on the “other side,” your “address” has changed, and suddenly the “grass” you came from looks even more green, healthy and inviting than that which you took the chance of investing in.

Wow, powerful way to say, “You blew it Mister!” (ha) Sorry. You know me…

Yes, I do, and no worries. There really is humor in this whole scenario. For if one just slows down, takes a breath and decides to stop looking over into the “yards” of those around them and instead the grass in which they stand, they could avoid much pain, as well as the need to fill out all the change of address cards.

(ha) There you are. “My” God-the nut.

Well, it isn’t really as serious a question or thought as you imagined when you first began to ponder the idea this morning. As you said, it is not even a worry or concern for you as you are one who has never fallen for the hype.

Yeah, but it’s funny. I think it interested me because sure I sometimes think there has GOT to be greener grass for me somewhere, but always considered myself a chicken for never just packing up and “relocating.”

Ah, but you see? It is not the “chicken” who stays on its own side of the fence, (why do I feel a joke with a chicken and a road on the way?) but instead the Visionary. The one with the Sight to see through the Illusion of the scale of gray that seems to have overtaken the scene. It is the one who decides to stop looking over that fence and instead pull out his or her crayons, paints, pastels, etc., and who with Love awakens and reCreates what has been given/chosen. It takes more than a chicken to accomplish such a feat.

I’m sorry, but I am feeling like it’s me who has to do a chicken joke now.

Be thy guest.

(ha, that was funny) Okay, why did the chicken cross the road?

I have no idea. Why DID that chicken cross THAT road?

She didn’t. She knew she might get hit by a truck, so she instead became the “artist” of her own “coop.”

Ah, very good. Corny but we love corn, do we not?

Yes. 'Specially us chickens. (ha) Love you.

And I you.

Today Love Wants You to Know #19

2009-01-14T10:32:00.000-08:00

You are loved beyond your wildest dreams and in your most quiet and alone moments, we are there.

The Universe Senses My Doubt and Sends Validation Yet Again

2009-01-02T19:20:00.000-08:00

So I Promised to share the validation that came within hours of my last post, "The Teacher Becomes the Student," and here is the short story.

As I share now and then, I have moments (many) where I wonder if I am just "talking out of my ass." Since "channeling" no longer means going into deep trance and allowing Spirit to actually enter the body, (sure, some still prefer that way) OR being all "holier than thou," (which is why I make sure to not stop using words like "ass," ) and many are opening up to this ability as it is becoming much easier to access Light-filled information, I doubt pretty often. Sometimes it just flows so easily, that even as I write I am saying inside my head, "This is probably crap. Just me. Just my thoughts." I've also shared that for that reason I close the computer, or put down the pen as soon as I am done, and do not read until I feel "separate" enough. Funny thing, this time being so used to that doubtful feeling, it was now, hours later, the furthest thing from my mind.

Later that night, I got into bed and grabbed my latest "read." That is when I do most of my reading-when the hub turns off the tube, says, "Good-night," rolls over and soon begins to snore like a freight train.

I am reading "Essenes-Children of the Light" for the second time; three years after the first. Before I go on, let me add/remind that I am SO not "into religion." Oh God, no. I always say, "I am instead into BEligion, and yes, I am very BEligious." The things I read about Yeshi (as I call him) and Mary (my homegirl) are books that are now coming out with the Truth. Things that have been hidden for thousands of years. These books are about healing abilities, astral travel, psychic abilities, angels, star-beings etc. Which is of course what He meant when he said, "You can and will do all of this...and more." THAT is what he was talking about, and we ARE awakening to these same abilities. (exciting!)

As I grabbed the book the night of the 27th, hours after the blog was posted, I noticed another bookmark toward the back. I was not that far yet and had the book open to my page already. You can imagine the smile on my face when I saw where this other bookmark was.

**Note: I highlighted, put the date and smiley face after the fact.**

If opening up to that chapter after not for three years wasn't enough, the bookmark "just happened to be" one of my bud Yeshi. :)

"Jesus as Student and Teacher." I sat there, huge smile on my face, thanked the Universe for the wink of validation once again, AND thought, "If Yeshi could go from teacher to student now and then, so can we, no?"