What does Proverbs 3:5-7 say?
Here’s a modern translation:
Don’t overthink or try to figure it out all on your own.
Surrender to divine guidance in all that you do
And your path will become straight (you will not stray from your intended path).
Twice yesterday, in two separate locations, I came upon this license plate, so I decided to look up the message. It supports the way I have lived my life the past 4 years.
What does Proverbs 3:5-7 say?
Here’s a modern translation:
Trust in your divine connection to God with all your heart.
Don’t overthink or try to figure it out all on your own.
Surrender to divine guidance in all that you do
And your path will become straight (you will not stray from your intended path).
What does this mean? Why this message?
It's time once again for those holiday letters which help us share the past year with loved ones who don't live close by. Our chance to remind each other that share the blessing of abundance that the gifts of love and friendship give us. This year I've decided to publish this letter as a blog post instead. For me, 2017 is best described as the Year of Miracles and I hope that you too found this year filled with miraculous moments and memories.
Miracle 1 actually came just before New Year's Eve - my first two paying clients via my website. Both told me that they'd heard my interview which had aired in September 2016 on We Don't Die Radio Show, and each had been drawn by my voice to seek a reading. The readings were both meaningful for these clients and resulted in my first repeat customer.
Miracle 2 – Facebook connection. Shortly after the New Year, a Facebook acquaintance saw pictures I posted of sunrise on Sanibel. We'd both been aware of each other through the group, but now realized that we lived only a few miles apart. Pascha and I learned that we shared many similarities in our spiritual journeys of recent years. Our friendship provided support and spiritual growth through a challenging year. (Click here for more about this friendship and the spiritual / energetic work we did this year).
Miracles 3 – In mid-February, Dad was taken to the hospital due to difficulty breathing. He was admitted to ICU with a collapsed lung, 6 liters of liquid in his chest cavity/abdomen, and what looked like a tumor on his pancreas. We truly thought he might not make it. Our first Dad miracle was that he made it out of ICU after 7 days.
Miracle 4 - He was moved to a rehabilitation care facility (nursing home) and our goal became getting him well enough to come home for what we thought might be a few months of hospice care if we were lucky. In about one month, our second Dad miracle was that he got strong enough to come home from the rehab facility (nursing home). At that time, Mom and I thought that it was possible that this was potentially going to be more of a hospice than a recovery situation. In any case we were grateful and open to more miracles.
Miracle 5 - Tchaco came into our lives. Prior to Dad going into the hospital, I had heard Zorro encouraging me to take Mom to a shelter to find a puppy or young dog. He said she needed another dog but didn’t want to go through having another one die in her house and didn’t want to leave a dog without family if she passed away while the dog was still alive. She said no, but often talked to me about when I would get another dog. One day, for no reason that I can explain, while Dad was in the hospital, I woke up and opened Craigslist listings for dogs for adoption and came to a picture of a 7-week old puppy that reminded me of Scrappy. For two days, I showed Mom and corresponded with the lister. I could feel Scrappy overlaying his energy over this photo and several friends who’d known Scrappy agreed. So despite the timing (with Dad still in the hospital), I drove down to south Naples and adopted what we’d been told was a daschund / chihuaha mix puppy who was painfully thin but full of love. I named him Tchaco (pronounced “Chah-Ko) in honor of a beautiful soul/cowboy I’d known in Brazil and the sacred space called Chaco Canyon in Arizona. I took him home and that night brought a smile to Dad’s face in the nursing home with a visit from the tiny addition to our family. Tchaco stole all of our hearts. As he grew, despite coloring differences, he reminded people more of Scrappy and it became apparent that he’s a rat terrier/Jack Russell mix. He’s definitely not Scrappy but I’m convinced that he was brought to us through Divine Intervention. (Side note: Huge wild fires broke out in the Everglades the day I adopted him and at one point surrounded what had been his home. Interestingly, he has a huge fear of fire which makes him freeze even when he smells smoke from neighbor’s grills or fireplaces).
Miracle 6 – Dad got strong enough to walk on his own and his health improved beyond what we'd imagined possible. Initial visits from the PT and OT indicated that Dad would never be able to walk again without a walker, but today he is able to walk in the house without assistance and takes increasingly longer walks in the neighborhood or outings with only the assistance of a cane or sporty walker. He has regained some of the weight he lost over the past years and he is visibly adding muscle to his arms and legs.
Miracle 7 – Doctors no longer think it’s cancer. While the initial CT scans indicated the possibility of pancreatic cancer with possibly further involvement in the abdominal cavity. Follow up CT scans and MRI indicate much of what had been there had healed and the worst-case scenario was that doctors believed he had slow-growing pancreatic cancer. Dad's most recent checkup leads the gastroenterologist to believe that Dad does not have pancreatic cancer but rather some chronic pancreas-related condition. The doctor told him, "You are one very lucky man! Because when I first met you, I thought you were just about to die." He agreed with Mom that we had witnessed miracles. He told us to continue what we were doing and told Dad to embrace the second chance at life
Miracle 8 - Hurricane Irma dropped in intensity and turned inland in time to spare Fort Myers and the barrier islands from huge devastation. My parents' neighborhood suffered relatively little damage except for one small pocket of houses. Our home lost a few trees or large limbs and a number of screens from the pool cage, as well as all the food from 7 days without electricity, but not the power came back relatively quickly and the house was completely spared.
Miracle 9 – A long-term housesitting opportunity appeared only minutes after I’d told friend that I had decided it was time to return to Wisconsin. After hearing guidance from Spirit that it was time for me to return to Wisconsin, within minutes of me asking friends to keep on the lookout for long-term housesitting opportunities, a friend replied that a friend of hers had just texted her need for someone to house & cat sit while she spent the winter in Florida this year. So I am living with Lorrie this December while she prepares to leave, and I will then cat/house sit until the end of April. Hopefully by then I will be re-established enough to move into my own place again and bring Tchaco to live with me.
Miracle 10 - Dad has not only become visibly stronger, but with my leaving their home, he has taken more initiative in helping with household chores AND for the first time ever has begun to play games (mostly solitaire) on the computer!!!!
Miracle 11 - My drive north from Florida to Wisconsin in late November was not only snow-free, temperatures were in the 60s even in Illinois and Wisconsin as I arrived. The first winter weather arrived on my birthday, but without snow so I was blessed to celebrate my birthday with a bunch of friends and soul family that met me for dinner in downtown Sun Prairie. (Click here for more about the spiritual energetic work that I was called to do on this drive north and since arriving in Wisconsin.)
I have been very blessed this year. I was given the gift of the past two years in Florida with my parents, which looking back is precisely what I’d prayed for in California, and the greater gift of them continuing to be physically present in my life for some time to come. I have also been given the gift of stepping more each day into alignment with my soul awareness and soul purpose; I am learning to share my full light with others and to stop hiding myself from those who I thought didn’t/wouldn’t understand. I am blessed with so many who love me (both family by birth and family by choice – which are not mutually exclusive) and I am blessed to be surrounded with many who are awakening to the shifts we are experiencing. I am grateful and very blessed to have so much support from family and friends as I make non-traditional choices to follow my soul-driven journey, and the support of my spirit team to help guide me to the financial, emotional and spiritual resources I need to meet my physical and spiritual needs and to allow me to be the best possible expression of and service to Spirit that I can possibly be.
May each of you be blessed with love, joy and peace during this Holy Days season! From the depth of my heart, I wish you a very Merry Christmas and all the miraculous blessings of the season. May we all be blessed with continued health, joy, love and abundance in the New Year! May the New Year (2018, the Year of the Dog) be filled with miracles!!!
Peace and hugs,
While Scrappy had been aging and showing signs of chronic illness of some sort, his sudden turn for the worse on the week he died was a surprise. He and I, and those whose lives he had touched, struggled to know what to do as his body began to fail and his physical spirit tried to hold on. The last 48 hours of his life taught me more about how connected we were than I'd already known.
In the moments where I was able to detach from my grief enough to tap into our love connection, he showed me that he was ready to go but that he wanted to do so at home with me. He held on through the work week, rallying a few times which made me question whether what I felt he was telling me was correct. About 36 hours ahead of his death, we were blessed by a friend of mine who does amazing work as an energy healer because he shared with me that he felt Scrappy had congestive heart failure and gave me several acupressure/energy massage techniques to help relieve the coughing. That ended up being the gift which allowed me for the first time in months to hold Scrappy in my arms like a baby and I did for hours that last night.
On the morning of June 11, 2016, he woke me just before dawn. The heavy rains of the day before which had dropped 5 inches of rain had subsided, although the ground was very wet. He indicated that he needed to go out so I took him out front, but he didn't need to relieve himself this time. He just laid down in the grass looking up at the sky. I realized the sun was beginning to rise, so I picked him up in my arms and I carried him to the backyard where we could sit on a chair watching the sunrise over the lake. I talked to him, calling his my valiant warrior, to remind him of the lessons we'd learned during our separation the year before about how connected we were, to thank him for how hard he'd worked to protect me, to tell him that it was ok to go now that I would be ok and my mom would as well. I rocked him as he slept with his head on my shoulder somehow breathing easier in my arms than out. I worried that I'd been wrong about when and how he wanted to go, but I was grateful that the sun was out so the picture he'd given me of lying in the grass was possible.
At 8:30 am, I went in to take a shower and let my mentor, Reverend Matthew Smith, know that I needed to cancel our session scheduled for 11 AM. I told Scrappy that I'd be back shortly and wouldn't leave him until he was ready. Matthew called instantly after receiving my message. He asked if it would help to say a prayer. So with me sitting by Scrappy's side, Matthew connected to Spirit and said a beautiful prayer for Scrappy and I. Towards the end of the prayer, Scrappy lifted his head and looked towards the front door. Matthew believed he had heard Spirit call for him.
At about 10:00 am, I began to see the pictures again and feel Scrappy urging me to take him outside to lie in the grass. So I picked up a blanket and a bottle of water which I laid out in the front yard in the narrowing shade of the front trees. Then I picked Scrappy, now very weak, up into my arms. I held him while he had a chance to pee. Then I tried to lay him on the blanket but he let me know that he wanted to be on the grass next to the blanket. I lied him down on his side, head buried in the grass, and sat down next to him on the blanket. I petted him and continued to talk with him about our life together, about the blessing of the sunny Saturday, about the dogs and people that passed by looking lovingly at us with no idea he was dying. Somewhere between 11 AM and 11:30 AM, a helicopter flew over - a rare sight in this area - and Scrappy lifted his head as if to watch the helicopter. He laid his head on my leg and reach weakly with this paws touching my legs and I knew he wanted me to pick him up. I picked him up and seeking more shade, I got up to stand beneath a tree along the driveway. I felt Scrappy's chest tremor or twitch - not quite a cough - so I reminded him of when we used to meditate together. I said to him, "We're going to do yoga breaths now, buddy. Remember? Breathe in [and took a deep breath close to him] and out [exhaling with him]. I felt another tremor and focusing on the deep love feeling surrounding us, I said to him, "One last time now, buddy, and this time breathe ALL the way out, OK? ... Breathe in [and took a really long deep breath], all the way out now ok, my valiant warrior?" And a breathed out a long, sighing breath. Rocking him in my arms I was struck by how peaceful everything had become. I smiled gently at the man across the street who waved from him car, and thought this would be a good place to just rock Scrappy as long as the shade remained. Then as I finished that thought, I knew he had actually crossed when we breathed out that last breath.
So I brought him inside, still holding him cradled in my arms, to tell my parents. I took him to my room and rocked him some more. Then I laid him down gently on the bed where he stayed for hours, looking so peaceful in sleep. I looked back later to say that not only was I grateful that his passing was so quick and peaceful, but humbled by the tremendous gift of being 100% present in unconditional love energy focused only on serving him and his crossing. For those last 12 hours, I was never more clear on what it is like to be 100% present in divine connection to another soul.
In the days that followed his crossing, I received messages from my guides and from Scrappy. They told me it was a time to celebrate. Confused at first by this message, I was reminded about my interest in a field known as death midwifery (or death doula). They said that I needed to acknowledge the gift and blessing of having helped to "birth" Scrappy into his new life. I was very blessed to share my life with Scrappy and experience the very special soul contracts we shared. One of the greatest gifts he gave me was choosing me to be his midwife as he moved from the physical world back into continued life across the Rainbow Bridge.
He comes to me often now -- in dreams, in meditation and even in waking hours. I miss his physical presence. Yet he is still with me continuing to share joy and love, as well as to teaching me more lessons. He has shown me glimpses of his new life and I feel truly blessed.
Two days ago I saw a post in a closed group of healers that I belong to on Facebook. The first day I read the post, I saw a request to connect and deliver messages for others in the group but I missed the other request … the one that interestingly is inspiring me to take action on getting the regular blog posts that I have promised started.
Here is a portion of the post:
“... I would like to ask each of you a favor today. I would like you to close your eyes and receive a message for someone here in the Circle … … You might have something to tell. You could tell the story when you were suicidal or had a near death experience. Today is the day to speak. Some of you are always here but never talk. One of the things that I have been taught here on the Navajo Reservation that the stories are very powerful. We all have a voice. If you don’t speak you block your throat chakra. You have thyroid issues. If you don’t tell your stories from your heart, you block your heart chakra. We need to speak and let go. You have been given your story for a reason. May you feel the love in the messages. Please be kind to yourself and each other. Love, Mechelle”
Interestingly I was born a medium and gifted with the ability to be a great storyteller. Yet for the past 20 years or more, I have been challenged with thyroid issues (underactive thyroid – which would indicate blocking or not telling my story). In the past year I have also learned that there are blockages in my heart chakra which together with my Spirit team I am working on healing, but these are less to do with telling the stories from the heart and more about learning to place greater boundaries on what my soul feels responsible for healing.
Storytelling is something that even as a child I knew was meant to be part of my service, my higher purpose. I was blessed by knowing a Great Grandmother who was an amazing storyteller, and with a good memory so decades after her death I am still able to retell some of her stories. I have used stories like my parents did to explain to children why they needed to follow certain safety rules. One of my nephews at about age 9 even once quipped after having been told not to do something, “Oh yeah, Aunt Gigi, do you have a story to go with that too?!” Looking back, I know that since elementary school and well into the present, I have intuitively chosen stories to tell people that addressed either an emotional or physical illness challenge which helped to point them in the direction of their healing. Yet somewhere along the way, especially as I did my inner work and became more consciously aware of the power of words, I shut off telling MY stories often worried that people weren’t really interested. After the passing of my dog in June, however, I have been receiving prompts from a number of sources to tell the stories.
In telling my stories, I will heal my throat chakra which not only will address some physical challenges but will also help to expand my clairaudience since when we use our “clair” senses we actually hear with throat area. Increasing the ability to hear clairaudiently will increase the types and accuracy of evidence that I can give when acting as a medium for the Spirit World and will greatly increase the level of healing that someone receiving those messages can receive. I’d like to thank my friend, Mechelle, for her post which underlined the message my guides gave me clearly just a few weeks ago and the inspiration to take action.
So let’s begin. Over the next week, I will start with the following stories. Please check in often, read the stories and feel free to leave comments or questions or share your stories as well.
A Period of Mourning
Today Grief sits by my side,
Quietly touching my hand,
My heart … my head.
Grief is there, in the background,
Yet hovering near,
Like a caretaker for one recovering from a serious illness.
As I emerge from my room, Grief calls to me gently.
“Move slowly,” she says,
“It takes time to recover and get fully up to speed.”
So I welcome Grief and her company,
Her understanding and care,
As I go forward into the sunlight of a new day.
On June 8, 2015 I traveled to Manzanar where my friend, Rand Gholson held ceremony for World Peace at the Soul Consoling Tower. He prepared by setting up his vortex of Tibetan Quartz with a duplicate set to match the archiving of the original set. This also amped up the vortex to an extremely high vibrational pattern. He then set up his mesa inside the vortex, went out, saged himself, saged me and saged the Soul Consoling Tower.He then entered the vortex at the East Gate and offered tobacco blessings in all 6 directions. He seated himself and lit his fire. I seated myself outside of his vortex to his left (and slightly to the righ of the tower). He set Palo Santo and WHITE sage in the fire while he played his flute for about 10 minutes, and I began my healing meditation. Rand drummed and chanted for another 15 minutes. My guides chanted in a similar language as Rand. Then Spirit took Rand into prayer. The prayer went something like this:"In all Ways, in all Things, may the two-legged, the four-legged, the winged, the crawlies, the rooted, the stone and all who inhabit this Earth, Connect with this Earth, the Mother.
May all be rejoined and know the love, joy and wisdom that each brings to the Great Circle.
May those whose eyes will not see, have the scales removed from their eyes
that they may see the Beauty and the Truth that surrounds them.
May those whose ears will not hear, be unplugged and recognize the songs of life,
the Joys in laughter and the Strength in truth.
May those whose hearts will not love, be torn open and penetrated to the core
by being loved and by loving others, In a love that heals the Planet.
May those who do not touch be submerged in the textures of the Pachamama,
digging their hands in the soil, holding stones, stroking the hands and the faces of the new,
the ancient and those who won’t stay.
May those who will not bend their knees, find themselves prostrate in the blessings of the rising Sun and Moon.
May those who will not walk with others find their feet on paths that link them to every lesson, every experience, every relationship that brings them growth, moving them into their highest good.
May those who stand in pride or fear, who shut their minds to what is right in the heart
and what strengthens and heals everyone, be blown open by consummate acts of loving kindness and generosity.
We now call in the Time of Awakening!
Of richness and Joy for those Awake.
Of choosing for those who are aware but have refused to commit.
Of actual acts of love and light in the lives of those who deny or are unaware,
That they See and Know the richness of living from the heart
and being in coherence with the Planet.
Let all stand in their choosing and benefit from being awake and aware,
or be cleared quickly from Mother Earth, leaving, that they may try to become again.
The Time of Fear is done!
It is Time to Connect~"
Everyone, not just people who call themselves psychics or mediums, gets messages from their intuitive senses every day. Most people, however, don’t recognize how they receive this information or understand where it comes from. So I thought that I’d dedicate my next few posts to some of the common “intuitive senses,” how those might work for you and how I receive information via those senses.
The most common of these intuitive senses or what I like to call the “ clair - senses” are: (1) Clairvoyance, (2) Clairaudience, (3) Clairsentience and (4) Claircognizance. The first two are the ones that movies most often portray (or misportray) and the ones that many wish for to be their strongest “ clair-senses” since they are perceived to be the ones that make it easiest to gain clear insight. For those of you who know me well, you probably already know that I receive much of my information through the last two - although I increasingly get information from all of them - and mostly needed to recognize that I had always received information from those without always recognizing the way those senses worked with me.
So let’s talk about Clair-audience today … the ability to “hear” messages or “divine guidance” from your Higher Self, your spirit guides, your angels, your loved ones in the spirit world, etc.
The common expectation is that if you have this skill, you will hear a voice speak to you … like the voice of God as it is portrayed in the "Ten Commandments" or "Oh God" or “Bruce Almighty.” The reality is that for most people that’s NOT how it works. The voice will often appear like your internal voice speaking to yourself or, without hearing a voice at all, your brain will react as if it heard a specific statement … like those times when you think you heard someone call your name but when you turn to look there’s no one there.
A really common way that I receive messages is through those random songs or music that pop into your head “for no apparent reason.” One of my guides loves to send me messages via John Lennon or Beattles’ music. Others on my spirit team just send me a song with a mood or message or even with changed song lyrics to really make me pay attention.
Monday night I had experienced a disappointment that brought some deep-seated fear to the surface … testing my faith in my connection to this guidance. It also had me expressing a feeling of exhaustion over the spiritual journey of this past year. Last night after speaking to a friend about this experience, I heard the song lyrics from Jesus Christ Superstar where Mary Magdalene is comforting Jesus by stroking his forehead and singing:
"Try not to get worried. Try not to turn on to, Problems that upset you. Oh, don't you know? Everything's alright, Yes everything's fine. And we want you to sleep well tonight. Let the world turn without you tonight
If we try, we'll get by, So forget all about us tonight.
Everything's all right, Yes everything's all right yes.
Sleep and I shall soothe you, Calm you and anoint you, Myrrh for your hot forehead, Oh, then you'll feel
Everything's all right, Yes everything's fine. And it's cool and the ointment's sweet, For the fire in your head and feet. Close your eyes, Close your eyes, And relax. Think of nothing tonight."
I smiled and went to sleep with a vision of my loved ones and Spirit team stroking my head like Mary Magdalene did with Jesus. I slept well, blessed by dreams about people who shared strong heart energy connections with me. And I awoke feeling refreshed and my confidence renewed.
So next time you hear a song in your head. Pay attention to the potential message. It could be a specific loved one making his/her presence known, like a friend of mine that always plays the Marine anthem in my head when he is present. It could be a message of encouragement, like when I hear a specific emotionally rousing march composed by John Phillips Sousa that always plays when I need to feel triumphant after a particularly trying day. There may a be a song that holds a particular memory for you that is meant to either bring you to that specific emotion or to let you know that someone you associate with that music has drawn near. OR … one of my favorites … the lyrics that you hear are not the actual lyrics and when you pay attention to what words you are actually hearing, there’s a clear message for you.
Each person will have a unique way of “ hearing” messages, so allow yourself to become more aware of the ways that you might hear them. Record those experiences in a journal and over time you will recognize how YOU receive them. The more you pay attention and allow yourself to be open to the possibility that this is a message, the more you will develop the ability to recognize when you are receiving messages via Clairaudience and what guidance you are being given. Magic occurs when you “listen to the language of the Universe.”
I’ve been promising to start this blog for nearly three quarters of a year now. Initially it was meant to be a way to share my stories, my journey with friends and family. It seemed like an efficient way to reach many without having to remember whom I had told which story, or whether I was imposing my stories on those who weren’t that interested. I’d always been a good storyteller, and as a child I’d dreamed of being a writer, so a blog seemed like a logical first step. To my surprise, however, whenever I thought about doing a blog post the writing wouldn’t flow.
I had plenty of time on my hands, but it seemed that this part of the journey had lessons that were meant for self-reflection, journaling and occasionally telling, but not yet sharing on a blog. While many of my friends and family had always enjoyed my stories and had even asked me to retell them to others, it seems like the stories were too attached to the drama – sometimes told from the perspective of a “victim” and sometimes such unusual stories that it was hard for even those who knew me well to believe were true. Part of the journey these past months has been lessons in detaching from the drama and finding peace and strength in the joy of connecting to the divine within and without. So my apologies to those who’ve wanted to come along on my journey and have been anxiously awaiting updates. I believe that posts will flow more often now, but there form may be different than any of us expected.
For today, I’ve decided to share the written snippets (possibly beginnings of stories) that came to me and from me early this morning as I participated in a class on “Inspirational Writing” offered by the Spiritualist National Union International (SNUI) online. SNUI annual membership is very inexpensive and has been a godsend, since there are numerous classes and practice workshops offered weekly for free to members. I have been able to explore so many facets of mediumship and the expression of my increasing connection to Spirit. So today, I will share what I put down on paper. The format of this class is that we do some quiet meditation to draw closer to our spirit connection, then the instructor gives each student a word and that student is to write whatever comes. The instructor then reads aloud what each person wrote and assigns each person another word – often a word or theme which emerged in the writing which had just been read aloud – and that process continues for two hours until the end of class. So here’s the transcript of what came from me, through me, today:
(6:59 AM) Instructor: Hello ladies with you in a moment. xxx
(For the first 15 minutes or so, we did some quick word association – typing the first word that came to our minds after the instructor read a word. This was followed by a short visualization and our first sentences emerged)
(7:20 AM) Gigi: A big package wrapped in blue paper and a big ribbon sat in the middle of the floor as I entered the room. I approached it with anticipation.
(7:22 AM) Instructor: Angela _ Hope..........Joei - Love..........Gigi -Blue..........Harriet - touched..... Doreen - Join...
(7:33 AM) Gigi: Blue, the color of the ocean, deep tranquil blue flows through your soul. Enter the depths and explore its wonders. Swim with the flow. See all the wonders that surround you. Watch the light as it sparkles above and feel the joy and beauty.
(7:37 AM) Instructor: Angela.- promise.... Joei - always...... Harriet - Angel...........Gigi - Joy... Doreen - Source....
(7:46 AM) Gigi: Joy like that elation that we feel as we greet a new life that has entered the world...like that the birth of a new baby brings...should we not embrace the start of each day with such joy? Imagine the wonder with which we would embrace every day. Imagine the magic that would fill our days. Each day becomes a new adventure, something new to discover. Dance in the sunlight! Giggle, laugh, smell the flowers, chase the butterflies ... every moment lived in wild abandon. Embrace! Embrace! Embrace!
(7:54 AM) Instructor: Angela.- Allow...... Gigi - dance.... Joei.... need.... Harriet - beautiful.... Doreen - dig.....
(8:06 AM) Gigi: She walked into a large room and was bathed in the sunlight which streamed into the room through the big windows. She smiled, filled with joy and love. She lifted her head to the sky, smiled, threw her arms out and twirled. An internal music filled her ears and her soul. She began to dance around the room. It was as if she was dancing a waltz in the arms of her partner. She felt as if she had been transported in time, dressed in a beautiful, long flowing dress. Strong supportive arms held her and led her in a waltz as she twirled around the ballroom. Surrounded and supported by the love of her partner, they danced together around and around. It was as if they danced alone on a floor of clouds. They twirled around and around in a waltz, listening to music created in their souls. She vaguely remembers having felt this way before. She recognizes the energy and feel of this man. Is he a soul mate she meets within these moments? Someone from a past life? Or is he an aspect of her own soul, the completion she feels when she allows herself to be embraced and supported by her connection to spirit?
(8:11 AM) Instructor: Angela - grace... Joei - feel.... Gigi- strong... Harriet eyes.....
(8:28 AM) Gigi: Strong. She laughed as she reflected upon what that word used to mean to her. Why had strong once meant struggle? How silly that seemed now. She strolled in the heat of the sun beating on the plains. She smiled at her lion friends who walked at her side; her hand occasionally touched the soft fur of her companions. She stopped to look out on this land, this place she loved so much. Here where the horizon seemed to be endless, she felt connected to everything. She glanced into the sky and watched the large birds soaring overhead. Higher and higher they floated as they rose in spirals carried the heat vectors that rose from the land. Her soul soared higher and higher with them, as she paused to admire these birds which so often seemed to come to her, majestic, gliding through the air. Her lion companions brushed against her skirt, like domestic cats weaving around her legs. She smiled and resumed her stroll. People had once known her would not recognize her now. Strong, she thought, is not a struggle. Strength is peaceful, it is connection. This land, this way of life had become her home, had transformed her and there was no going back.
(8:31 AM) Instructor: Harriet - ancient....... Gigi - air.... Joei - new....
(8:44 AM) Gigi: Air streamed under her wings lifting her, carrying her effortlessly over the landscape. Riding the currents, she is transported. Air flows around and under her feathers. Miraculous the support air gives and the freedom of flight. Soaring above, the world looks so different. With just the slightest thought, a shift of a feather, she can fly over the hillsides, the forests, the ocean, wherever her heart desires. She is drawn to a place and the air supports her as she gently descends to the earth. Her wings disappear as she strolls along a path amongst the trees. Animal and spirit friends surround her. Light glimmers down through the leaves on the trees and she continues to walk towards a point. She emerges from the trees standing on a cliff at the edge of the ocean. Her soul seems to expand across the ocean. She raises her arms in embrace, gratitude, love. And as her animal friends watch, her arms turn to wings and the air lifts her back into flight like an eagle soaring higher and higher.
(8:50 AM) Instructor: Harriet - connection...... Gigi - watch... Joei - prefect....
(8:59 AM) Gigi: Wolf spirit watched over her as she sat in contemplation beneath the circular canopy that her favorite tree created. She knew that she was safe, protected in this space that felt like an ancient natural cathedral. She allowed her mind to quiet and opened her senses to see in ways that others didn't always understand. The voice of the tree, an ancient friend spoke to her like a wise master instructor. "Become the observer," it said to her. "Detach and watch, dear one. Listen with your heart. See with your hands, your feet, your soul."
I hope you enjoyed this post.
There are a number of stories I want to share over the days and weeks to come. Some will be descriptions of events that I’ve experienced over the past 9 months. I think you’ll find them more interesting now, since sometimes events that made no sense at the time fall into place with the passage of time much like pieces of a puzzle. Some of the posts will be dreams that I’ve had, since dreamtime is such an interesting place of learning and growth for me – a place so many other cultures, or other time periods, understood and valued much more than our current society often does.
Come join me on this journey and feel free to leave comments or stories in the comments section. I do monitor and approve comments before they are shared publicly with other readers, so don’t be dismayed if you wanted to share something with everyone but the comment doesn’t appear for a couple of days.
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Medium and Spirit Artist