I’ve noticed in the past three days, there has been a change of sorts. I have heard many people talk about how in 2012 the “veil” will be or is thinning. I can say that I actually believe now that this is the case. In the past week, many friends have called and said “You wouldn’t believe what happened to me!” and they proceed to tell me how certain items in their home have moved or disappeared even to reappear the next day when they know for a fact that whatever item they were looking for was definitely not there twenty minutes ago….Others have sworn that they have had visits, dreams, or heard a voice that sounded eerily similar to there parent who past away last year. One friend is finally accepting that she has the ability to know and have a general sense of what’s going to happen a day in advance.  Some may find that there “God-given” talents suddenly seem bigger, stronger or more apparent. (singing, artists, musicians, etc.)

With all that being said know this…the veil has thinned, and Welcome to My World!  It can be a bit scary at first, some of you who are sensitives may find that you are now much more on target with your hunches, empaths (those who feel or sense what others do) may have it the hardest. Because you may suddenly feel sad or angry or happy when every thing else in your world is the opposite because your absorbing someone else’s feelings (who may live across the states, like a cousin or aunt)…my advice is to imagine a white, pink, purple or blue bubble of light surrounding you like an egg. Do this every morning before you get out of bed, and remind yourself of your egg throughout the day. It will help others energies bounce off of you instead of sticking to you, wreaking havoc with your emotions. 

The last thing I want to say is YOU ARE NOT CRAZY, in fact embracing these six sensory abilities can and will lead you to a much happier and abundant life, if you can take on the challenge of learning how to use your new found intuitive abilities and “God-given” talents they will make your life easier, and I have to say this…if you choose to ignore the little voice that’s says do, and you don’t – life can get frustrating. It’s the feeling of trying to walk in a river, against the current, you feel stuck.

I’ve learned to embrace these strange, fun and sometimes life saving abilities and it hasn’t always been easy. I can say that you learn who your real friends are, you also learn to accept those for who they really are. But I can tell you that my life is filled with so much love and gratitude now-everyday! I probably couldn’t have said that twenty years ago when I spent a great deal of my time trying to ignore the messages or tuning them out all together. It can make for a life filled with confusion and frustration. 

The lesson for me has been mainly about love, loving everyone unconditionally and loving yourself NO MATTER WHAT!  Accepting everyone including yourself, good or bad, and trusting that we all have someone whose got our backs. When you need a little or a lot of help from what feels like your worst day, ask your spirit guides or the angelic realm that surrounds us all for some assistance, then get out of your own way…then watch amazing things happen! 

The more you try to control your life the more life reminds you that you have no control! Let go of all the fear and open your heart to love! 
Darkness is really just fear based, and lacks light.  The light is love, and that can be different things for different people. Some may say its family, some might say friends, some might call it God, The Creator, The All That Is.  It doesn’t matter what you call it…Just be open to it!

Wishing you all love, light and laughter in the New Year! 

Yesterday was quite the day. It started with a telemarketer calling the house at 7am only to hang up as I drug myself out of bed and tried to run to the phone in time, stubbed my toe and stepped in a puddle of doggy water and spit from our 3 year labrador, Dakota (who drinks with his nose).  I immediately made a decision, a conscious decision, to not curse the guy or gal that thought it would be a good idea to try to sell me something that early in the morning.  I have to admit, due to the fact that my daughter, Faith, age 8, was now on Thanksgiving break which meant it would have been an actual day of sleeping in for the first time in a while, I felt annoyed that my first chance at being able to sleep an actual 8 hours uninterrupted was absolutely interrupted.  I caught myself as I began to feel my body tense a bit.  I took a deep breath and actually said outloud, “Not today, today is going to be a good day!”

And so, for the most part it was.  I made some phone calls, scheduled some appointments, and against my better judgement, decided to go grocery shopping.  My goal was to go in the morning but it seemed the harder I tried, the more things kept happening to keep me right where I was.  At home, taking care of this and that, making last minute arrangements for Thanksgiving Dinner, checking the grocery list not once, but twice.  Making sure the laundry was being laundered…

Before I knew it, it was almost time for dinner and I had nothing to fix.  I gently shoved my daughter into the car, asking her to put on her boots instead of her flip flops as the weather was getting cooler and it was raining outside.  She wanted to argue, but I insisted.   We were both just getting over a nasty flu bug and I didn’t want to repeat that.  Why is it that children always want to wear their summer clothes in winter and their winter clothes in summer? 

As I drove up to the market I found a parking spot pretty easily. I always ask my guides for a little extra help when I go shopping.  Ever since my back  started reaking havic with me, I haven’t had the easiest time when it comes to walking great distances so I’ve made a habit  of asking them, my wonderful guides,  for “parking help” whenever I go somewhere.  I usually end up with a parking spot right up front, and without much effort and this time was no different.  I thanked my guides and Faith and I began our weekly grocery hunt.  

I would assume that because of the Thanksgiving holiday the store was brimming with customers, all of  whom seemed to be scurrying around like mice pushing shopping carts.  It made me giggle as I watched a few women racing to see which out of the three could get their grocery cart into the cashier isle first.  I was expecting the “big crash” sound but it never happened.  All though I did over hear one of the ladies curse a few words under her breath.  Lets not forget the poor guy who is standing in line with a bottle of deoderant and a loaf of bread who is stuck behind the lady with the cart filled to the top and is trying to reign in her three boys who are having way to much fun blowing up the “last minute” shelfs before the checkout, the youngest is grabbing lighters, the baby is grabbing the magazines and throwing some on the floor and is drooling on the other two, and the oldest who isn’t paying attention because the new lego’s box he’s buying with his own allowance is the only thing on his mind.

Don’t you just love how the holidays really brings out the goodness in folks? YIKES!

As I made it through about three isles, I got a funny feeling in my stomach and remembered I lent my ATM card to my son so that he could get gas the day before, and if I was guessing correctly - he had forgotten to give it back.  So now what? Do I go home? Should I call him? Should I park the half-filled cart in the corner? I grabbed my cell phone and dialed, after three failed  attempts of trying to call I decided to text him and sure enough I got a reply.  I still don’t know what that’s all about, they have a cell phone which they don’t use as a phone, but they do use it as texting device? Isn’t that what a computer is for?

Any way, I texted him back and told him I would call him, which I did and to his dismay he agreed to drive to the market to give me back my ATM card. He didn’t really complain, but I could hear the “ugh” in his voice, besides I thought this was only fair since he borrowed my card, my money and he forgot to give it back to me.  About fifteen minutes later, there he was, my wonderful handsome son.  Hard to believe he’ll be 18 in a week, an adult….WOW!

He darted out of the store so fast that as I turned around to wave goodbye  he was nowhere to be seen.  They are quick when they want to be!  Unlike when you ask them to clean their room or do the dishes… I laughed and Faith and I were back on track, grabbing items off the shelf, crossing them off of the grocery list, my organized list that I had so carefully rewrote for fifteen minutes because I asked my children to make the list today to help out, unfortunately, 90 percent of the items on the list ended in “chips” or “soda” and sometimes “chocolate”.  I didn’t really have a problem with the chocolate, but I did have to add the staples like milk, eggs, bread and of course ketchup (organic of course!)  

Before I knew it, the last item was in the cart, double-fudge brownie chocolate ice-cream to be exact!  It’s always last on the list only because I don’t want it to melt into milk foam by the time we get home!  We finished our shopping, paid for our stuff, and off to the car we went.

It was really cold out, unusual for our beautiful Northern California weather.  It had just rained, I could see that the water was still dripping and running off of the car, there were puddles surrounding the car.  I told Faith to get into the car to get warm as I put the bags into the car.  She asked if she could put the keys in the ignition and turn on the car so she could listen to the radio and turn on the heater while she waited.  I didn’t hesitate, I turned the key, but this time I did something I don’t normally do. I turned the key just far enough to turn on the “battery”, the radio turned on, she hit the lights and turned them on above her head so she could see to open her “I was a good girl while my mom shopped” treat.   I saw that the GPS also turned on and the inside of the car was now lit up quite nicely.  I didn’t think twice about all of the gadgets that were now turned on.  It was taking me a bit longer to load the bags into the car, because unfortunately the nice lady who was bagging the items was only putting 2 or 3 items in a bag, I  remember thinking I really needed to remember to bring my canvas bags next time, what a waste of plastic.  There must have been at least two dozen bags.  As I was loading the car, I was being a good girl, because of my back pain I was following my “doctors orders” and only carrying a couple bags at a time as to not lift more than I should and mess my back up again.  So far so good.

After about the fifteenth bag I realized that a few of my “squishy” bags, the bag with the bread, the bag with the eggs, and the bag with the fruit were bagged with the giant orange juice containers and cans and were being smushed into thin air.  So I ended up switching up a few things in the bags, “re-bagging”  probably took me another ten minutes or so. 

I finally finished and got into the car.   I looked across the parking lot I realized that there was someone I had recognized, I waited a few minutes to see if they would come any closer to my car so that I could say hi, but it never happened, o’well. 

As I turned the key to start the engine I heard this grinding noise, the kind of grinding noise you hear when you try to start the car after you have all ready started the car, and everyone in the parking lot turns to look at you like your a goofball and then they turn away like they’ve never done the same thing.  HAH I say!  I turn the key back, I listen, but soon realize the car is not running, why did it make that noise? I’m not sure, I just new the car wasn’t starting like it normally does.

I turned the key again, this time there was only a fast ticking noise, “tic, tic, tic, tic, tic, tic, tic, tic”  then silence, nothing…….again I turned the key, again the ticking noise, “tic, tic, tic, tic.”  This time there weren’t as many tics.  I must have tried starting the car like that over a dozen times.  The more I tried the less tic noises I heard.  Soon there was only one ”tic”.   I couldn’t believe that we sat there with the battery running out for as long as we did, but I had done just that!  Faith started to get scared and panicky asking, “What are we gonna do Mommy? Are we going to be ok?” 

“Absolutely we will be ok sweetie!” I said.  I knew in my heart that ultimately we would be ok, but what a hassle I thought to myself.  My battery to my car was dead.  Unlike spirit that once they’ve passed over they seem to enjoy talking with me, but not the battery, not even a peep!

“Do I call my husband?” I thought first.  No, when I left the house he was all ready grumpy because dinner wasn’t even close to being ready and I hadn’t even gone shopping for it yet.  He would probably be annoyed I thought, I didn’t want to annoy him, he’s been working so hard lately and putting up with so much all ready.  Getting up in the morning before 5am, working ten hour days, the least I could do was have dinner ready for him when he got home right? Wrong, thank goodness he loves me for me, I’ve never been the type to be that organized, pick up the kids, do homework after school with them, cook them a healthy snack, do all the laundry while fixing dinner, baking homemade pies for desert….I maybe crafty but Martha Stewart I”M NOT!!!!  I get it all done, just not necessarily in that order.  Faith was getting worried.  Ever since she and I were in a car accident about a year ago, if ever there’s something going on with the car or us in the car, or even if I have to stop the car quickly, she gets nervous.  “We’ll make it home, right Mom?” she asked.  “Yes sweetie, don’t worry, we’re gonna be just fine, I promise!” I reassured her.

I decided to call my son again, even though I knew he’d be really irritated that he had to drive to the market twice in one hour, once to give me the ATM card, the other to help me start my car, not to mention he’d have to search the garage at home for the jumper cables.  No answer, his phone went straight to voicemail, a sure sign that he wasn’t ever going to answer the phone again, well atleast tonight anyway. He had no plans of going any where else tonight!  I called my husbands cell phone, who was only two rooms away from my son, no answer.  Now I  meant business, I called the home phone, thinking that would get their attention! We have caller ID and when someone calls, if you’re watching TV, the caller ID shows up on the TV monitor.  Nope, still no answer.  He must have fallen asleep.  I looked at the clock on my cell phone, it was now 8:00, we’d been there waiting now for 30 minutes, and the harder I tried to start the car, the less chances I had of the battery “coming back to life”.

Without any further thought I grabbed my daughters hand, “Just trust me on this” I said.  I put her hand in mine, weaving our fingers together.  Nice and loud I asked with conviction, “Archangel Michael, I want you to know that I am so thankful for all that you have done for me and my family, I am grateful and appreciative for all of the loving and helpful things that you have ever done for us!  Faith and I are asking you at this time for your wonderful, loving and awesome abilities, to please help us at this time.  Our car is not starting, the battery is dead.  I ask you at this time for your help, I have heard that you are the angel to call upon in times of need, especially when it comes to situations like this, when folks need help and when things need fixing.  Can you please find it in your loving angelic heart to help us by starting my car!”  I could barely believe the words that were now flowing from my heart.

I looked at Faith, she smiled and said “Go ahead Mom, try it.”  I put the key in the ignition again and turned the key to the right.  Without a “tic” and without any hesitation  my car started.  “YEAH!!!!!” we both shouted.  “Thank you so much Archangel Michael!!!!” I said so loudly and with so much love and appreciation in my heart. 

Earlier in the day, I was contemplating making a few changes in my life.  I have been hesitant in moving forward with them because of fear.  Fear of what others may think, fear of what would happen.  I had asked my angels, my guides and Creator to please give me a sign so that I would know what path to take.  I think I got my answer!  One thing that I learned from my experience with Archangel Michael is that fear is something that has the ability to bring you down in your life. If you replace that fear with love and trust in that love…Only miracles will follow!

Kissing Angels by Moonlight

I’ve decided that it’s easier to communicate with spirit and the angels than it is with my husband and my children. Angels and Spirit will always communicate with us in a manner that is gentle and kind, and most importantly they will always tell us the truth.

Then there is our family. Those wonderful people that we spend our lives with… The folks who know us, the peeps that we spend all of our waking moments with and even our sleeping moments for some. Then why is it so difficult at times to have meaningful and worthwhile conversations with them? I feel like I’m pulling teeth when I’m trying to get my husband to have a normal conversation with me…

You know the conversation, “Hey Honey, I’m home, how was your day? How are you doing? I love you…” You would think I was the enemy, the enemy that we are not allowed to tell our trade secrets too…I didn’t realize that going to the pub after work was such a guarded event. I have recently been privy to knowing the foreign language that is used to confuse us (the enemy known as the wives). The events were known as the “Safety Meetings”.  Having cracked the code I feel it is my responsibility to share with other wife’s, “Safety Meetings” and “Need to help ‘So&So’ with his car” (the word car in this sentence may also be replaced with lawnmower, truck, boat, trailer, hunting gear, just to name a few of the more frequently used words).  This is the code word or line given to us for “Beers at the local sports bar.”  Who’d have guessed?

My only goal at this time is to just understand why they feel the need to protect from us this thing known as “guy time” or as some man circles describe it as “out with the boys.”

The funny thing is, I can only speak for myself, but I love my me time, sharing coffee with the girls or the quiet peaceful relaxed feeling that encompasses the home when the guys have gone hunting for the weekend. No alarm clocks to remind us that it’s time to go “do guy stuff”, no stinky socks to permiate the house, the childrens laughter as they play tag and other noisy chasing games through the house not being interrupted by the male yelp of “SSSssshhhh….I’m trying to hear the game”. That one confuses me the most because as soon as the remote is in hand and the channel on the tv switches to ESPN sounds of snoring can be heard at decimals louder then a jet plane flying over the house …. You get the idea.

I can’t forget there are the children who feel the need to blurt out “I didn’t do it!” or “Brother did it!” when they hear their named being called out.

So with that being said I am looking forward to my “meditation time” where I can sit in a room and contemplate my journey, my life’s path. Asking my guides and angels for answers to life’s questions. I’m still waiting to hear the answer though as to why the husband doesn’t like to talk about anything other than sports….

Namaste

My daughter and I were in a car accident a coupe of months ago. Amazingly, we’re all right.  Physically, we were thrown around, as my car (it felt like) drove over the car that pulled out in front of us, the front end of our car totaled, the tire being bend sideways like a bendy-straw, the car landing on the remaining three tires to be hit by another car head on.  It was terrifying to say the least, but the worst was seeing my six year old daughter being jossled in the seat like a rag doll, her body remained still in the seat, but her legs and arms were jossled. 

My truth about this accident, is that it created several different situations that have proven to be incredible life lessons for me. First, I am thankful because we walked away from it, stiff and sore, to be expected, but in one piece, unbelievable. 

I have never cried so much in my life.  For a good month I couldn’t seem to get the image out of my head, it felt as though the car was moving in slow motion, and that image just kept repeating itself. I kept seeing this car pull in front of me, I keep trying to slam the brakes but the car just wouldn’t stop, and the car that pulled in front of me just kept coming towards us.

  So heres the “wow” moment that I also can’t get out of my head ~ The feeling of hands as large as life holding us in our seats, the air bags didn’t go off, but the feeling of being held in a position as if to protect us from hitting any part of the interior of the car. A feeling I can’t shake either – Being so thankful for my family, my healthy children, my husband, our home, our lives. 

Two days after the car accident, I am painfully reminded again of how precious life is as the news begins to broadcast the unfortunate event of four police officers being shot in the city of Oakland, only 35 minutes away.  Three were gone, with the fourth being on life support so that his body could bless and save four other individuals, save their lives, only a short while later. I have prayed for their families and friends and wish them love and healing through this difficult time.

About a week later, my son, a junior at high school at the time, told me the story of the experience he had at school that day.  They, the high school, had what’s called  “Every 15 minutes” .  As he choked back what I thought to be tears, he told me of the woman who spoke that day.  She was a judge, I believe he said she worked in the traffic division of the courts. She told the story of a little girl, her little sister and mom and dad. They were driving home from dinner one night when their car was hit by a drunk driver. The mother, the father and the little sister were all lost in that accident. The only survivor was the six year old little girl. She said that she had lost so much that day, because not only did she lose her family and become an orphan, but she admitted that this story was hers. She was the little girl that survived. This was why she chose to become a judge in the traffic division of the court system. She spoke about how this affected her life. What it was like getting married and not having her parents their, not having a dad to walk her down the isle, no grandparents for her own children, or great grandparents for their children. I cried like a baby while he told me this story, as I am write now writing about it.

So what’s the moral of this blog…Be thankful, feel blessed and appreciate the life you have today! It may change in a minute, it may be different tomorrow. I don’t know about the rest of the world, but I can’t wait to tell my grandchildren how much they are valued (when the time comes), I’ve all ready told my children!

Have a blessed and wonderful day!

OK, I just dropped my six year old off at school, she is now officially a first grader.  Six years going on sixteen!  She is now the offical “know-it-all”, as we all became when we entered into first grade!  She makes it known here at home that the world is her oyster, and if we’re lucky, she’ll share a piece of it with you, if she feels like…

My almost sixteen year old, is working feverishly (not really) to obtain his driving permit.  I apparently want him to get more then he does!  I’m now to the point of threatening him, daring to take his visits with his new girlfriend away if he doesn’t finish a chapter….Why can’t they all strive for independence?

 It’s funny, the six year old is so independent, and now that the other two are almost grown, and the oldest is 21, they are far from it? 

The 21 year old, well, she can’t seem to remove the cell phone further than 1 inch from her ear.  A new boy perhaps? Perhaps!  A new job perhaps? Nope, not today.

So, I’ve been told that you only need to ask your angels once, for what ever it is that you need assistance or guidance in,,,ok, I’ve asked once everday for assistance on how to be a good, patient, and thoughtful/compassionate, strong parent….Should I make that once every hour?

How many times have you found yourself doubting your thoughts, not trusting?  I did that today, and then I began to remember….

I started reflecting today about something that happened about five and half years ago. It was a rainy day in December.  My daughter and her two friends were upstairs getting  ready to hang out at another friends house only a couple blocks down the street. 

I hate to use this story as an example, but this was truly the first time I had a lesson in trusting, trusting your guides and your angels, actually slap me in the face! 

So on this rainy day, as my daughter and her two friends started out the front door.  I actually heard a loud and authorative voice speak at me saying ”Take her keys away from her and give her your keys to the BMW.!”  I thought I was going crazy! I WAS HEARING VOICES. THEY LOCK PEOPLE UP FOR THAT.   And I also knew that my husband was going to KILL ME if anything happened to our car, if she got into a fender bender or blew a tire because she ran over a curb for the 101st time.  But I digress…

 My daughter only had her license for a month, and her dad gave her an old car so she wouldn’t have to drive ours ~ she was allowed to drive a 1984 Honda civic, it barely ran, the tires looked as though they only had one tread left, the inside of the car was completely falling apart.  I mean that literally!  It was beaten, and it definitely would not have passed a “safe car you can drive” award, in fact it would be the winner of the “scariest, most dangerous cars to be in when involved in an accident!” award.  But my husband bought it for her, it was only meant for her to drive to school and back, he was so thrilled to have been able to give her her first car, and she was excited to get one.

To give you an idea of how bad her car was…When I sat in the car and shut the door, pieces of the ceiling would begin falling all over, chunks of the roof and foam would float down, landing in my hair and in my lap.  But what the heck? I thought, as my husband handed her the keys to her first car.  She wasn’t sure, and neither was I, if she should be thankful or upset, but she smiled, gave him a hug and said a sincere thank you to him, she was genuinely thankful for the thought of her step dad getting her a car, what 16 year old doesn’t want a car to drive around in, but then there was the message that the poor decrepit car sent to both of us ~ DANGER DANGER WILL ROBINSON!  LOL

Anyway, it was a rainy day, it was like the second week in December. When I met my daughter and her two friends at the front entrance way of our home to hug her good bye before she drove off to enjoy her new exciting freedom with her two friends, on this particular stormy night. I wanted to tell them to stay home and a rent a movie, anything, just to keep them home.  I remember them talking about driving around to see the Christmas lights in town, so the nastalgic part of me gave in. 

It was about 7:30, maybe 8 pm, and it was dark outside.  As she bounced to the front door, I yelled out for her to wait, I ran out the door, and as I hugged her, I felt a feeling, and I needed to hug her again, and didn’t want to let go, and as I was wrapping my arms around her skinny little torso, I heard the voice, I still believe to this day that it was an angel.  It was an authoritative voice, similar to that voice that my dad (whom had passed away the year before) used when I was to heed his advice, and I couldn’t help but listen.  I told her to hold on, I went into the kitchen grabbed my purse and chased after her in the walkway outside, yelling to her to wait and come back in.  Usually she says something like “I’m OK mom, don’t worry” She didn’t, I saw her turn around, almost like a soldier, she walked up to me, didn’t say a word and looked at me like “What are you doing mom?”  I barely had to dig, it felt like someone was in my purse helping to hand me the keys to my car.  I handed them to her without a second thought and told her “It’s raining you know, so drive slow and be careful!”.  “I will” she said as she smiled, “I’m actually a bit nervous about driving in the dark in the rain, so don’t worry Mom, I’ll be cool”. She was so excited that she actually was being allowed to drive mom’s big black BMW.  She and her friends hopped in the car and off the went!

I went upstairs, looking forward to some quiet time to watch a movie. My husband was downstairs, beginning a hand of poker with about five other friends.  The poker game felt as if it were getting louder and louder, the guys were probably losing money, based on the shrieks of them that sounded like girls being pulled away from big sale at Neiman Marcus…”NO, NO, NO” they cried.  I’d hear pounding of fists on the table, and an occasional naughty remark of one to another commenting on each others skills of playing cards or just comments to throw them off their game.  Because it was getting so loud, I started getting cranky because I couldn’t hear my movie.  So I shut the bedroom door, turned up the TV, and grabbed the cordless phone and laid it next to me. 

It had to have been about 40 minutes after my daughter left the house, the card game was well on its way, based on the amount of open liquor containers on the kitchen counter and the stack of cash placed neetly in the middle of the table. 

The phone rang. I ran upstairs to get the phone, it was my daughters friend.  She was panicked and with a rush of energy exploded the words “We got in an accident, the car is totalled, your daughter is talking with a couple of guys that were in the other car, and we’re waiting for the police and the ambulance.  What do we do?”  I told her to hold on that we would be there in a minute.  Her father was playing cards with my husband, so before I had a chance to run down stairs and tell my husband what had happened, she beat me to it.  She was talking with her dad on his cell phone, and it was fair to say that based on the look on my husbands face….he knew based on the conversation his friend was having with his daughter.  I then called my daughters cell phone, she picked up but sounded really shook up. She told me what happened, about the ambulance through the light and the sirens, the car behind the ambulance who hit her straight on like a “T”, did not have his lights on and was chasing the ambulance.  All my heart and my mouth could muster was “Are you alright?” “Yes,” she paused “a few bruises, my arm hurts, it hit the steering wheel, but “M” was on the passengers side were the car actually hit, she’s pretty sure she’s got whiplash and her arm is hurting her”.  I turned to my husband, and all he could muster to say was, “what’s the  bleeping, f&*%ing  car like?” ”Did she total it?”, “F&*%, F&*%, F&*%!”  He was pissed to say the least!

 I was so thankful that I handed my daughter the keys that nite, that I listened to my angels.  My daughter and her two friends would be dead today, maybe badly injured at best, if they had taken her car and not mine. 

I wanted to be angry at my husband though, for not asking about our daughter, and seeming to appear much more concerned about the car then the child.  But the next day, I realized that he had changed our insurance coverage the day before the accident from full to liability coverage only.  He wasn’t mad at her, he was mad at himself, maybe a bit at me for giving her the keys,,,,he was mad at himself for changing the insurance coverage, without talking it over with me, and the biggest reason - he went against his own angels “voice”. 

You live and you learn I guess! 

I’ve heard that voice a couple of other times since then, and I do exactly as it says!

You should too! I have never believed in Coincidences ~ there just aren’t any,,,every thing happens for a reason!

 Just a thought for anyone with an ipod or mp3/4 player.  I have learned to download my favorite books from itunes, audiobooks are fantastic!  They allow you to keep up with the lastest books, or keep you in line with your inner self’s need for knowledge.  I love it. I have downloaded Eckarte Tolles book “A New Earth” and was able to read (“listen”) to the book in three days.   Having children and a family, a ranch and a business it’s next to impossible to keep up with reading the way I’d like to.  It has even allowed me the opportunity to download my yoga sessions, meditations, classes that have been put on audio format.  Great for the busy mom or dad!

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So here’s my thing recently, I have noticed some major changes in my life, in my self over the past couple of weeks. It’s the everyday miracles that I have begun to notice the most intensely. When I am alone I can sense the littlest things in my life and how amazing it all seems. The problem I am having isn’t with meditation or mindfulness when I am alone. Noticing the flowers, the birds chirping in the trees (at 2am in the morning) seems so amazing.

O.K., the predicament I seem to be in at this moment seems to be that when I am surrounded by family and friends, and how caught up in their negativity they seem to be, I can seem to control my empathic abilities. I begin to feel the negative energy consume me. I have meditated on this today, and I began to sob for an hour. I know I cannot change them. I read Echkarte Tolle’s book last week about A New Earth, and I can’t believe how it resonated with me, I saw myself in every page. But how do I block the negativity of being an empathic person. How to I stop the absorption of this toxic substance from each person I seem to share my life with.

I will continue to meditate on this until I can find some resolution. I look at the photos like the one I posted and brings me back to a moment when I was oblivious to it all. Awwhh,,,the old days….

Warm wishes and loved filled blessings to everyone. and a wish for all my friends and family that I may consciously give each of you a drop of freshness and light and love into each of your beings to help you in your change, in your growth and your paths to enlightment.

Namaste
Micha’eleMy Angels on Earth