What is “Intuition”? Authentic Intuition, the real intuition that is available to any one who is willing to listen for it, is that quiet inner voice or feeling that consistently guides us toward being and doing our best in every moment. It’s the voice that many call “Your Conscious”, “Your Guide”. Your conscious is your guide, and your intuition is your conscious and your guide as well. The voice, what does it sound like? It is kind, it is loving, it is gentle yet-direct, it is honest, it will never say anything that will hurt you, it will never offend your heart, it will never intentionally send you into a negative situation, it may give you information that might wound your “ego” a little bit, but only if It’s purpose is to help you with your souls growth. When that happens, you will know it because you’ll get that feeling in your gut confirming that your “feelings” got hurt, but its probably the best thing for you, and/or your friends, family, pets. etc. Intuition is a gift from Spirit to help us along our way. It is to help our souls ascend, to bring us closer to the “All That Is”.

So how do you know that “voice” or feeling is truly authentic? That it belongs to you? That you are getting the “right” information? That it’s not a negative ego message…

Here are 10 signs to help you know or recognize Your Authentic Intuition.

1. Intuition is a quiet voice, a whisper—not a shout. But it’s also not a strange whisper, like you probably won’t hear “psssst, hey, I’m behind you”. True intuition will not compete to be heard—it simply is. It is a feeling, a nuance, an inkling, a subtle knowingness that is always accessible but not always acknowledged. The speed of life has a lot to do with your ability to understand and work with your inner wisdom. ***Exception: If your intuition is shouting at you, it is time to acknowledge that that light you are seeing moving toward you really is an oncoming train, a mugger about to steel your wallet, a pre-glimpse into helping prevent an accident perhaps.

2. There is a sense of calmness and certainty, I like to call it my “gentle knowing” in the intuitive awareness process. While it is not always easy to trust intuition at first (mostly because that is not a generally accepted practice of socialization in our formative years), there is a feeling of confidence in the intuitive insight. Authentic intuition just feels right when it is. **Unfortunately, intuition isn’t a lesson our parents taught us as children, but you may have learned it yourself unknowingly to “survive”, you had to listen to your intuition if you grew up in an abusive, alcoholic or extremely dysfunctional home because it’s probably what kept you safe. Although this tends to be a highly developed sense of knowing your intuitive messages, it’s sadly a technique that we probably taught ourselves at a very early age, and because it became such an ingrained part of who you were, chances are that you listen to your messages now, you just aren’t completely aware that you are doing it, it’s just a gut feeling you’ve learned to react and move to. Good job ~ It’s brought you this far! Now if you can teach yourself to use it for all the wonderful reasons instead of just to protect yourself. Your intuition can guide you to many wonderful, prosperous, loving and abundant places!

3. Your body experiences “breathing” in all ways. For instance, if your stress gets triggered, that fight or flight response, your body releases chemicals and hormones. A hormone call Cortisol is released and stored, usually increasing your awareness to immediate surroundings. When we are in a state of fear, stress, or confusion, our bodies also respond and become tensed and muscles tighten, our breathing becomes shallow, and we can be easily distracted, or find that its difficult to concentrate on anything else besides the fear. When we choose to let our intuition help us, you will be given a sense, a feeling, or you may even hear yourself say “Breath, take a deep breath, just breath…” By following those intuitive instructions, even for something as “breathing”, following it and experiencing our authentic intuition leads to a release of that heavy or constricted sensation. You will feel lighter, and that it is suddenly easier to take a deep breath, your breath may lengthen instead of shorten, you may experience a sense of freshness or easiness in your ability to breath, literally!

4. It will seem like your “vision”, or your “life spectacles” that you use to view your world, just got cleaned. The world will look brighter and cleaner, shapes are sharper, even smells seem sweeter. Your intuitive insight has gifted you with clarity; the distractions to appreciating your world are gone, the mind fog has lifted and your vision and your senses are connected again to the world outside of you due to your intuitive direction. If you suddenly notice that your spring cleaning never did get sprung, you know you have had a solid intuitive connection. (So that is the upside or the downside of noticing housework depending on how you look at it, hahaha. . . .)

5. The solution feels easy and natural. When your intuition gives you a genuine answer, there is a gentle and relaxed energy. This guidance can feel like permission or maybe even forgiveness. The insight is personal, and you know it to be true like you know being your own body—completely natural and in sync with who you are at your essence. When it is authentic intuition, the message is effortlessly just for you. I have to admit, before I really tuned into my intuition and my spirit guides, I remember having a much lower tolerance for anger, stress, and frustration. If one of my kids did something wrong at school, if we were running late getting somewhere, I just felt like I wanted to scream, or cry. Once I began using my intuition things felt like they were calming down. I didn’t really feel frustrated as much if at all, when someone did something towards me that was hurtful or rude I no longer felt reactive to it. Now that I listen to almost all of my intuitive messages, (I’m not perfect) my life feels so calm, rarely do I ever get mad or yell at my kids, my husband and I never fight, things just flow!

6. True intuition will not harm you (or anyone else, for that matter!). Your inner wisdom is a compass guiding you toward what is in your best interest at all times. It is impossible for authentic intuition to share space with negativity or malicious intention. Intuition serves only your best and highest good. Your intuition may direct you to do something that you may not feel you want to do, but if you take the time to really think about it, its something that is ultimately helping or going to help you. For example, it may be time to end a relationship, this may hurt both of you, you and your partner. But it is your ego that is being wounded. It is in these times where the hurt we are feeling is at our “ego’s” level, it is not something that will hurt our soul, actually it is meant to help our soul grow and to learn so that our soul can move closer to The Creator. If you were to think about the relationship, you would probably find that overall, it is a disservice to prolong the relationship, it has served its purpose. The healthy cycle of life (birth, living, dying) is inherent in every part of life and is inexorably linked with every phase of our lives—including intuition. The bottom line is that bad things do not come from good intuition!

7. Never under-estimate the power of intuitive insight. Intuition, that intuitive voice, can convey messages to you, intuition sparks a level of creativity in each-being, doing whatever it might take to get a message across to us. Sometimes intuition is baffling in what it communicates, which could be a symptom of not knowing your internal intuitive language, or it could be that you are not quite ready to assimilate that information. Intuition is amazingly creative and yet perfectly simple. If something pops in seemingly from out of nowhere but addresses exactly what is needed in a kind, gracious, undiluted, and perhaps unfamiliar way, it is a message to be taken seriously. But the message here is that it may also come to you in a way that is unexpected, a chain-link if you will of signs, hints, words, pictures, events, etc. that will, if attention is being minded, a message to you from Spirit that is not to be ignored. I am a particular fan of those “chain-linked” messages from Spirit because it shows me each time how incredible our Universe, Our souls and Spirit communicate in such a beautiful dance. For me there is a bit of sadness if I miss a “sign”, because I know that Spirit took the time and the effort to help me, but I was probably to out of my heart and not into my awareness to see. Practice does make perfect!

8. Authentic intuition will sometimes speak in repetition. Especially if it is a message that Spirit is determined to get you to see it. Intuition often shows up as consistent messages, such as hearing a word or phrase, seeing it in a magazine, then passing a picture of it on a billboard, then turning on the radio and the first thing you hear is a song with the words, “Life is worth living”, or “Don’t let love go”. There are no coincidences, only synchronicities. Many intuitive insights appear in dreams, where our conscious minds cannot censor the messages. Intuition will pass if you do not listen as it has no enforceable interest in being heard. Additionally, exercising free will in making choices overrides even the best intuition. However, if something shows up often for you, it is time to take notice. If you ignore an important intuitive message, it will show up again bigger and louder until you cannot miss it. (Much like the movie Groundhog Day, it is a do-over until you get it right!)

9. There is a sense of easiness, a “flow” you will feel, it will open up your eyes to Spirit and life in other ways. The purpose of authentic intuition is to help pull you forward in being your best. It creates space for your life to move in a dynamic, positive way. Things will start lining up easily and effortlessly. There is a new sense of open energy, ready to receive what is being attracted to you. Authentic intuition is to your life what water is to an ocean—it is an integral, changing element that creates, reinvents, and connects all parts of itself by being and “flowing.” When intuition is flowing, it is likely that your life is too. I tend to feel that each day is like a river, a river that flows into that big bold ocean. So each day, it is our “job” to see the messages, “hear” the voice within”, so that we may flow within our river instead of getting stuck, when water gets stuck it becomes stagnate. We want it to flow, because as we flow, our soul flows too, allowing us to grow and become once again, closer to “The All That Is.”

10. Manifestation and abundance blooms around you. We are the creators, the dream makers, the map-shifters of our own-life experiences. Intuition is a vital tool that illuminates all that is available to us in our relationships between our inner and outer worlds. Authentic intuition helps us to see the bigger picture and turn it into something meaningful and accessible that we can implement and use in our everyday lives. As a conscious creation instrument, intuition helps us manifest what we need and desire; upon connecting with authentic inner wisdom, you will know the power when you see (and acknowledge) the richness of what is manifesting around you. The more open you are to it, the more you embrace it, the more richness and beauty you will discover and enjoy in your life.

My personal experience with getting to know My Intuition, well, I have heard my name being called, pulling me out of a daze bringing me back to realization…I was driving! Other times, I’ll hear a quick quiet voice that says “Do it”, “No”, “Not a good idea”, “relax”, “breathe”, or “stop”. I have found that intuition is particularly helpful when it comes to driving, without a GPS or map to guide your way. When to call a friend who happens to be in need at that exact time, knowing your child is hurt, maybe not physically but emotionally. Or just for fun, knowing who is calling you on the phone before you pick it, guessing what color, black or red, when turning cards over in a new deck of playing cards, doing a reading for a friend, and best of all, communicating with a loved one who has passed over and being able to be present when they send you validation that they are really here with us, letting us know that they love us and that they are safe and happy. Namaste

Blow Your Dreams To The Wind, and Watch Them Return, Manifested

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! 

the white dove is a common symbol for peace or love

This morning, as I sat on my front porch trying to wake up from a rough nite of restless sleep, I began to think about the day. Today is Mother’s Day. I began to remember moments past, moments shared with those that have past.

I have lost quite a few people in my life, especially in the past few years.  But today was a day that brought memories of my godmother, Carolyn.  She was also my aunt, and also a mother figure to me in my life.  She filled the empty space that I had growing up, particularly in my teen years.  My own mother had remarried and didn’t spend much time with me.  I should explain a bit.  When I was younger, about 3, my parents divorced. My mother dated and actually did have a long relationship with a gentleman that lasted for about seven years.  But by the time I was eleven, she was single and met my stepfather.  Before she met him, we, my mother, my aunt and myself lived together.  My dad, who lived in the city, an hour and half away, wasn’t around much - if at all.

When my mother began dating my stepdad, she suddenly became scarce.  She spent most of her nights at his home and within a couple of years they married.  The sad thing was, when she married my stepdad, he had his own issues and demons. Drinking was one of them, he had an ex-wife who was literally “crazy”, not sure what her diagnosis was but I did know that she wasn’t a person who behaved or thought clearly. She didn’t allow him to see let alone visit his children, his daughter, who as she got older, became a manipulative person who only came around when she needed money or a place to stay, and even then only contacting him a few times. And then there was his son. Whom, because of direct physical abuse from the mother, was injured as a baby and remained mentally handicapped because of it.  To this day he is still in an adult facility for those who are unable to function in our everyday society.

Needless to say he was bitter, and the last thing he wanted was a child running around his home reminded him of what he could have had.  So my aunt, (my godmother), cared for me most of the time.  Occasionally, my mother would visit. She would come down from the town she lived in, about 40 minutes away, to our town for the night.  She did this for a couple years, and she did it about once a week, twice a week if I was lucky. She would come around dinner, watch a few tv shows, spend the night and was gone by the following morning.

By the time I was thirteen I was pretty self sufficient. I learned to take care of myself, but I always knew that my aunt, who was never asked to take care of me, did her best to be there for me when I needed an adult to help me understand the great big world.  As I got older, she still remained my surrogate mother.  Even when my mother was around, my aunt was never far behind.

Sadly, my aunt passed away a couple of years ago, she felt ill one day, spent three months in the hospital, fell into a coma and passed away peacefully soon after.  Even though my mother has grown closer to me in my life, especially once I had children, when my aunt passed away, I felt a huge loss.  I have to admit that it felt as though I had lost my mother.  The past couple of years has been tough, missing her terribly and not really being able to share that with too many people, mostly for fear of offending my own mother who now has her own “version” of how she cared for me all those years. It is amazing how it differs from my own memories.

So, this morning, as I sat on my porch, I felt sadness, I felt loss, I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach. A lump in my throat. Wishing that she was still alive so that I could wish her a Happy Mother’s Day once more.  Suddenly, I was startled by the fluttering, flapping wings, gently whisping past me. The most beautiful dove landed on the step right next to my feet. I was in awe. I actually said hello to this amazing little being as I began to appreciate the light shimmering grey that glistened a pearly white in its reflection from the sun at my feet, this white dove brought to me the most loving wish of love and happiness that I know was orchestrated by my loving sweet aunt, who actually is still very much present in my life.

I realized in that moment, that what I tell my friends and clients, that when someone we love passes, they really aren’t gone. And that if we pay attention to the NOW, to the messages that they send to us all the time, that if we just open our eyes and ears long enough to the loving messages that they are constantly giving to us we will see them, and we will hear and feel their presence and their love.

I would like to take this moment to wish all of those wonderful loving mother’s, including those that don’t have children but share their loving mothering essence to those around them that need that mother’s touch, I wish you the most wonderful and joyful Happy Mother’s Day, may you be surrounded in love and joy, and may those around you make you feel as special as you truly are!

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!

Approximately a year and a half ago, I woke up one morning to hearing three names. My spirit guides kept repeating them, the names will be changed to protect the innocent-lol) Carol, Howard and Jean. I began asking everyone I ran across that morning if they were related to Carol, Howard and Jean. Nope, Nope, Nope, so by the time I got to work I thought maybe I was just trying to drive myself nuts and just obsessing. Anyway, I walked into my shop, and “Pat” was at the front desk smiling away, wishing me a warm hello. Hello I said, and couldn’t help myself, in fact, it came out like word vomit. “Pat? Do you know a Carol, Howard and a Jean?” “Yes” Pat said. “Carol is my mother-in-law, Tom’s mom.” I said “Ok fine? And Howard and Jean have passed away right?”

“No” Pat said. “Howard is still alive, but Jean has passed” I couldn’t help myself, because the message I got that morning was very clear! Not to mention, I had no idea who these folks were! Carol was the daughter and Howard and Jean were her parents, and my message was that they were both passed and they were saying hello to Carol. I didn’t know what to say to Pat. All I knew is that the message I got and the information Pat gave me were different. I didn’t know what to say. I suddenly knew it, but I couldn’t say it. Jean was coming through not just to say Hi, but to help Howard cross over, it was his time, my message was a bit confused, I thought they were both passed, but Jean was on the other side waiting for her soul mate, Harold to cross over to her so that they could be together.

I asked Pat “Are you sure?” She looked at me like I was nuts! She didn’t really believe in all my “witchy-woo” stuff, but I knew what was about to happen, thank goodness the phone rang to distract us both from the conversation that neither one of us was comfortable with at that point.

Pat came to work the following day to tell me that Howard had crossed over the night before at dinner. The family was having there evening meal, and Howard took a breath and leant over his plate, yes, he was gone. Pat began to cry a bit as she shared the news with me, I felt choked up and all I could say to her was “I’m sorry”, but inside I felt almost a sense of relief, I knew it was going to happen.

“Remember yesterday morning when I asked you about Carol, Howard and Jean…?” She looked at me with a blank stare and suddenly looked as though she was about to pass out. Spirit doesn’t always give you exact details, times or what exactly will or did happen, but trust what you get, write it down, it could be hours, days, months, years,,,or even minutes in my case, but at some point it will all make senseto you, you (or I) will be validated. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten information and had no idea what to do with, who to give it to, or what the signs were for, because maybe I hadn’t been shown yet. Trust me when I say when I give a reading, it’s interactive. I just need to say that it’s not up to me to figure out the puzzle, they give me the pieces that will fit for you!

So bless you and your spirit guides, and may they help guide you along your path, may you be open to listen and to be open to their love.

Bright blessings to you.

One day in particular, that I can’t forget because it was so terrifying, I must have been about 5, maybe 6 years of age. My mom took me to church one Sunday. The Open Hand Christian church I believe is what it was called. From the outside it felt medieval, big wooden doors adorned the front of the church with the big rot iron door handles and bolts. But I have to say, the inside felt even more dark. I remember things were covered with red velvet. I remember sitting in the third pew back from the front. The pastor was speaking of the devil, and to fear God. He was yelling it! How awful I thought. I remember hearing a voice even then, a comforting voice telling me not to worry, that the man was only speaking of what he new, and out of fear, and that there was no such thing as the devil, only evil, which was the absence of God and Light, the higher self, the light within our hearts. I told my mom that I didn’t want to go back, so we didn’t.

And that was that. I told my mom what I had heard, what my “angel” told me. And I can’t remember my mother ever taking me to church again. I think she probably thought it frightened me. Or that I was crazy. But I felt more of a sense that it was fake and made up rather than something to be feared. I remember telling myself at that age that God is good, he wouldn’t create something so bad. He gives us choices and it’s up to us to decide what it is that we want to do with it from there…

So here I am, feeling really happy and lucky, with Ariel still by my side, and now Connie, I think that’s what her name is. There is an Irish accent and a sense that she comes from a strong Celtic or Welsh knowing…I can’t find the right word to use besides “knowing”, it just seems right. And she has a wonderful light sense of humor, and seems very wise. To the point. Similar to Ariel. But more helpful, or more available? I get the feeling she is here for me for different reasons.

There is another guide, I think is a masculine energy but I still haven’t gotten to much on him yet, still he seems quiet.

My lesson in all of this has been my truth. I’ve known my whole life what I believe. It hasn’t wavered. I remember seeing faces and shadows when I was a kid, I felt things happening to me that weren’t, (like when my dad had a heartattack, I felt it) I knew that it happened or was happening to someone else. I would tell my mom, and she would say I was just having a bad dream. Funny how she now asks me if my Grandma is around and to do readings for her, she’s particulary fond of the tarot…

Warm wishes and laughter to all…

Good night.

Namaste

M