Knowing

•April 16, 2013 • 3 Comments

I check my emails fairly frequently throughout an average day, and there’s rarely anything in them worth noting. I never know what I’m waiting for really. Tonight though, I felt compelled to check them again, only moments after I had already done so, and hoped I wasn’t on the verge of joining a twelve step program for tech addicts. I saw the #1 and knew, without a doubt, who that email was from. I hesitated for a moment to open it, briefly allowing myself to take a deep breath and prepare for the possibility of being wrong or even better correct.

Lo and behold! I was right on. Hole in one. Got the ace. I see the light. I felt it with every fiber of my being, and what a joyous feeling it was to have called it!

In case you’re wondering, the email was from a dear friend with whom I haven’t seen in over a year. What a welcome surprise it was!

Yet Another Visitation

•April 12, 2013 • 13 Comments

Last night, my father-in-law came to see us in my sleep. All I remember is that we were standing in a kitchen. It was very bright in the kitchen, and he was wearing a red shirt. My husband and I were in this kitchen, which felt like it was supposed to be my mother-in-laws. For a fleeting moment, nothing felt unusual. I saw my father-in-law at the counter as though he were fixing himself something to eat, possibly a sandwich, then I turned around to where my husband was and it hit me. He is dead, but he is here. I was petrified and could not speak, but the look on my face told my husband everything. He whispered that he could see him as well, and this provided me with some relief. We tried not to speak or move or do anything that might upset the situation. Eventually, he turned around and looked at both of us then waved his hand, possibly saying goodbye, then he simply vanished up into thin air.

I woke up and remembered it immediately, so I told my husband. I could tell he was waiting patiently while I told him then he said something I didn’t expect. After I told him that I was not sure why his dad came to visit other than that our son has been sick and we are worried about some results, he replied, “His birthday is on Monday.”

When Spirits Interrupt

•April 8, 2013 • 12 Comments

Many years ago, early in our marriage, when my husband and I lived in a duplex, we began having our phone calls interrupted by a lady with a strange voice who would simply say Hello? At first, we chalked it up to the lines being crossed (something that did actually occur back in the day for those of you who may remember), but it began to perpetually occur whether we were both on land lines or one of us on a cell phone or even both on cell phones. We began to simply hang up and one of us would call the other back, and rarely would she reappear. We never figured out why this happened though it did creep us out at the time. It was sporadic, occurring only every a handful of times every couple of months, some more than others. Eventually, we bought a house and then, after some time, it happened again. Very strange, we thought. Still, we would freak out initially then just ignore it, or her, and continue on with our lives. It stopped at some point though I can’t say when exactly or why.

I had forgotten about this until I was relaying a story of an incident that occurred last year about a conversation turned eerie while I was talking to a friend. She had called me from her class phone as she is a teacher. I was at home, recovering after my baby’s delivery. She put me on hold because someone had gone to her classroom or a student had a question, something like that. While on hold, I began to hear these strange sounds almost as though she had a wireless phone that was muffled by her possibly holding it to her shoulder while she walked around the room. It was a type of swooshing sound that I heard at first, but as more time passed, I began to hear the swooshing more like a voice. I panicked and hung up, texting her to call me back when she finished with whatever it was she was doing. Some minutes passed, and she hadn’t called, so I called her back. I told her about the sounds I heard when she asked why I had hung up, and she said she had put the phone down so it couldn’t have been muffled or swooshing as the phone was not moving. I let the fear I felt slip away, and we continued with our conversation until she again needed to place me on hold. It happened a second time. This time I paid more attention even through my fear, and I remember hearing a voice that sounded like it was evilly whispering some types of words or messages to me. For the brief moments that I listened, I remember feeling like my friend was nowhere on the other end of that line and even as though I was no longer in this world somehow. It was very unusual. I hung up and never did finish that conversation with my friend.

I cannot say if there was something truly evil on the other end of either of those phone incidents or if it was my preconceived notions at the time of such a thing coming from a bad place, but now I do feel as though it was some spirit attempting to communicate something to me while interrupting my phone conversations. Admittedly, I feel it is safe to say me as I am the common denominator in a lot of incidents related to spirit…then and now.

If I should have another occurrence such as these again, I will certainly attempt to communicate back and try to put any doubts or fears aside in an effort to find out what the message is and who is attempting to send it, and hopefully learn why along the way.

Reiki Healing: Session 1

•April 7, 2013 • 15 Comments

I went for my first ever Reiki healing session this weekend. I have been planning this for awhile, carefully choosing a Reiki master to whom I felt drawn. I will admit that I was a little nervous but mostly excited. I needed some serious relaxation, so I was ready for whatever was waiting for me.

I could feel her calming energy immediately upon meeting her. We briefly discussed what drew me to reiki, and she explained what reiki could do for me or anyone. When she began, I did my best to relax and breathe normally while paying close attention to all of my senses. I decided ahead of time that I would keep my eyes closed, so I could gauge through my other senses where she was applying the healing energy as she went along.

Immediately, I felt heat on my head. I sneaked a peek to ensure my senses had not failed me, and there she was standing behind me with her hand above my head. All in all, I literally felt sensations of heat in my hands, head, feet, and even a heavy pulling sensation in my stomach when she was working on those areas, which later was resolved. It was amazing! I felt lighter and calmer and de stressed. I even noticed at one point that my left hand was hot and actually sweating while my right was not, and of course, there she was at my left wrist and hand. This is significant to me as I have been experiencing severe pain, redness, and inflammation in my joints, especially involving my hands and feet, which got me a diagnosis of lupus if some of you recall. It was a flow of energy like no other, and I openly welcomed it.

Afterward, we discussed what I felt throughout the healing session and after. We also discussed spirituality and for once, I felt comfort in sharing some of my experiences in person as I learned of this community of local people who share in the same. I wanted to cry with relief and joy but decided to hold it in until I drove away.

And the Numbers Keep on Coming!

•April 3, 2013 • 8 Comments

I recently posted about how I have been seeing numbers in multiples. Since I have researched more on this topic and had many of you all, my lovely fellow bloggers :), sending me helpful comments and emails in regard to this, I am seeing these numbers in SUPER DUPER MAJOR frequency. I seriously am not thinking about this all the time, yet they keep popping up everywhere. Mostly 1s…it’s often 1:11 or 11:11. A couple of times it was 7:11. 4s are still showing themselves to me as well. I cannot help but smile now when I see them, and it is seriously starting to make my husband more of a believer than he was. My angels are working in full force to send me these important messages, and now that I’m listening more carefully, it is AWESOME!! I honestly feel like I am communicating more and more with my angels and even talking to them throughout the day with more ease. It is helping me to remain more positive in my thoughts as I want to maintain this positivity in every facet possible and not allow negativity to manifest itself in any part of my life. I am SO loving this!

So I thought I should give credit to a great blogger, Linda, who tipped me off to a very telling article written by Doreen Virtue. Thank you kindly to both, and I cannot forget to thank my angels. Thank you, Angels! 😉

Below is the link. Blessings!

Number Sequences from the Angels – Doreen Virtue

If

•April 1, 2013 • 5 Comments

If in the midst of my yesterdays,
I would have seen my tomorrows,
Perhaps my todays would have been
Lived with more spirit.

So I emailed a priest…

•March 28, 2013 • 8 Comments

There is a priest who is a great friend to our family, both mine and my husband’s. I suddenly thought of him yesterday and felt the urge to see how he was doing. I almost decided against it then felt compelled to anyway, so I went with my intuition.

I simply wrote asking how he is doing and letting him know that we are doing well. Right before I finished the short email, I felt urged to ask about Rome.  I specifically heard Rome, Rome in my ear, so I went with my intuition and asked if he had any trips planned to Rome. I thought to myself of how random it would probably seem to him that I should ask about Rome, as we have communicated off and on very randomly for over the last 13 years, and suddenly I am asking about Rome when the usual conversations involve baptisms and weddings and prayers.

Well, he wrote me back within two hours, communicating his happiness to hear from me that we are all doing well and asked about our sons. Then he said and I quote, “Funny you should ask about Rome, because with the new pope I have been thinking about doing that. Nothing planned as of yet, but I’ll let you know if I get something organized.”

I smiled the biggest smile when I read this email, and I thanked my angels for sending me this message so clearly and giving me the confidence to act on it.

What is my point in repeating this story to you? Simply, that I am happy to report that trusting my intuition proved fruitful once again. Yay!

Numbers, Monopoly, and Dreams

•March 26, 2013 • 5 Comments

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I was going to title my post Multiples in Monopoly until an incident that occurred last night or early this morning, I should say.  On Sunday, I was playing Monopoly with my older son as we often do and the strangest thing kept occurring.  For the non-Monopoly playing people, when you roll doubles three times in a row, you go directly to “jail.” Well, my son and I landed in jail five times each! My son laughed at how it kept on happening. To add to this strangeness, we kept rolling the exact same rolls after each other when we weren’t getting doubles.  For example, I would roll a 9 and then he would roll a 9; however, the math would inevitably be identical (i.e. I rolled a 5 and a 4, and he did the same). This occurred multiple times, and I obviously took notice. The numbers we rolled the most were 7s and4s from what I remember.

Fast forward to last night, our baby woke up crying, which he never does, and at first, I thought he would roll over and go back to sleep as he quieted some, but then he began to cry again. I sat up in bed and looked at the clock to see what time it was, and it showed 4:44 am. I thought that was unusual as well. Not to mention the fact that I woke up from a dream that I was watching television in our master bedroom, and that a door on the unit beneath the tv suddenly opened. I was very scared in my dream, and it seemed that no one took much effort to acknowledge me telling them in my dream such as my husband and my mom. Perhaps I only had this dream because of my last post about hearing doors as we actually do not have a door on the unit below the tv. Still pondering it, but this is what I remembered when I woke up to my son crying at 4:44.

Another number I often see is 111, and it just showed itself to me while typing this.

I know that numbers are significant. So please share what your interpretation of this is if you have one. From what I’ve read, it means my angels are protecting me though I’m wondering if they are also trying to tell me something.

Doors that Open but Don’t…

•March 24, 2013 • 11 Comments

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For a little over a year now, I have been hearing some random noises in my home. At first, I attributed them to the house cracking or settling or the winds as we have high ceilings. However, for the past 6 months I can clearly identify between the noises houses generally make and one sound in particular that my husband finally heard the other day: the sound of a door opening without actually doing so.

I had been telling him for some time about these noises and tried to describe it as best I could. I literally hear it very often, sometimes multiple times a day. Finally, the other night, we had just gone to bed when we heard our son’s door open, and we both waited for him to come into our room as has been his habit lately. My husband even said, “Here he comes.” Our son never came though. After a minute more, I made my husband go check on him to see if he had gone to the bathroom or what had happened. He came back to report that our son was fast asleep in bed with a closed door. He attributed the noise to the house settling, of course. I, however, knew different so I had my husband carry our son to sleep with us regardless.

The best way to describe it is to say that sometimes it sounds like a door is being opened and other times it sounds as though someone has tried to close a door but it hit the frame gently and bounced back a little, without closing completely.

Have any of you had any similar experiences? I am not sure what to attribute these noises, so please share any ideas you feel would be helpful.

Friendly Advice turned Psychic Intuition

•March 20, 2013 • 11 Comments

I have been thinking a lot about who I am as an empath and psychic intuitive. The more time I have taken to meditate on this, the more clarity I have on how much more experience and practice I have than I have been giving myself credit for.

I was recently speaking with a friend who has always seemed to come to me for advice on random topics such as relationships, family, career, etc. Seems like normal friendly conversation at first thought, and this is undoubtedly how it began. However, over the course of the eleven years that we have been friends, the way she would come to me for advice evolved. It became What is your feeling about this? You always just know things. Tell me how this or that will turn out. I needed to consult with you before doing anything because you have a way about you. Your senses are always right. , etc.

The more I began to ponder this, the more I began to see a pattern with many others throughout my life with whom the relationship evolved in this manner. This pattern also unveiled something more significant to me, and that is that I tended to distance myself from some of these people and never really understood why, but now understanding my empathic nature, I see that all of this reading that I was doing was draining me. Eventually, I would withdraw and spend valuable time alone reboosting my energy…until the next friendly conversation began to become overwhelming.

I see it so clearly now, and I am making a promise to myself to make sure that I learn to separate what is me from what is them so that I can best apply these gifts in a manner where everyone benefits.

UPDATED: After posting this, I realized that this same friend I referred to always believed in psychic abilities and the like though I did not or so I thought at the time. She would often joke about how I was afraid of it and shouldn’t be, and here I am today professing it. She must have seen something in me that I was not open to at the time and literally drained me of my energy often because of what she knew to trust in me that I had yet to trust in myself.

 
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