Gas Station Decisions

A couple of months ago I had a dream that was so real that there was no doubt in my mind that it had really happened. In the dream, I floated into a scene of a man pumping gas. I knew he was a pastor who was having troubled making a difficult decision. My spirit descended into the car and I ’sat’ in the passenger seat. He got in and started the car and pulled out of the gas station. At that moment he felt my presence and looked over at me. Although he couldn’t see me, he knew I was there. I apologized for the intrusion. But in his thoughts, he said, “That’s okay. I was thinking about going for a drive.” I knew he changed his plans of going directly home, and instead decided to go for a long drive to think. I left him alone to his thoughts.

When I woke up, I felt the dream intensely. I couldn’t forget it for weeks. I kept looking for this man in public, expecting to meet him.

Tonight, when I volunteered to give blood, there was a problem. It seemed my pulse rate was too high which was very unusual for me, so a supervisor was called in to explained their concerned about my ability to give blood. I explained that I had an intense healing session that left me light headed. The Red Cross supervisor was very knowledgeable about healing work and started to ask me questions about the healing I performed. He also complimented me for giving of myself to help others. His spiritual demeanor captured my attention.

He then mentioned that he was a new pastor at a local church. Suddenly it dawned on me who he was. I started to describe the dream I had, and he began to nod his head. He knew what I was talking about. He had a tough decision to make a few months ago about leaving his church and going to a new one. He remember the gas station episode and said he had asked God for sign. And yes, he had felt my presence and the long drive had helped him to reach a decision.

I had been waiting to meet him and was blessed to do so. What a wonderful confirmation for the both of us. I wasn’t able to give blood, although I suspect divine intervention in the elevated pulse rate, but it was still a healing.

Blessed journeys!

A Haunted House

Houses that are haunted seem scary to most people. I remember once when my husband and I were considering purchasing a house to restore it. It was a historic house that had most recently been used as a senior living home. A very uncomfortable feeling came over us as we took a look around, but we tried to stay analytical to estimate the restoration costs. But, then I started seeing dark shadows move across the halls and dart through rooms. Finally, we couldn’t take it anymore and ran out.

I understand when people are afraid of ghosts or negative energy in their home. It is uncomfortable and sometimes scary. But a recent depossession provided new insight on ghosts.

A month ago, I was asked to do a remote house depossession. For many years, the house had a ghost that appeared as an older woman, but the tenants had not been bothered by her presence. She seemed friendly. But a new tenant had moved in, and the ghost made him uncomfortable. The tenant tried to ignore the ghost, but she grew bolder, and one night she entered his bedroom and told him to “scoot over.” That was too much for him! He slept on the couch that night and in the morning told his landlord he was moving out.

The landlord called me and asked if I could do an emergency house depossession. She wanted to know if I could do it remotely, since she wasn’t able to find anyone locally. I said yes, and later that day got to meet the ‘ghost of the house.’ The ghost was an elderly woman who was waiting for me with her ‘ghost’ bags packed. The ghost said she knew the tenant and landlord didn’t want her to remain and was ready to move on. The ghost recalled living there with her husband and raising her children, who were now grown and had children of their own. Her recollection of fond memories made me see her a ‘person’ instead of a ghost. A person without a body. But her plans were to move into another house! I told her that wasn’t in anyone’s best interest. In order to continue her life’s journey, it was important for her to move to the next realm. Without a body, she wasn’t experiencing the life lessons that are necessary for her soul’s growth.

After she left, I shamanic journeyed to the spirit realm to talk with my spirit guide. I wanted to confirm that she was gone. She was waiting for me in the spirit realm with my spirit guide! (It seemed that she was always one step ahead of me.) Everyone agreed, including her, that she had indeed moved the next realm and then the angels took her away. But, my spirit guide recommended that angels go to the house to remove her residual energy, so that the tenant wouldn’t sense her presence any longer. I watched the angels descend into the house and cleanse the negative energy. Afterward, they infused positive energy by symbolically dropping flower petals.

I knew it was a powerful healing when not only the landlord called to thank me, but the tenant as well. The tenant who had never seen a ghost before, said the most powerful aspect of the whole situation was the feeling he had when entering the house. He said he had expected the negative energy to permeate the house, but instead he walked into positive energy that was so intense, that he felt a natural high all day long.

The healing affected the landlord, the tenant (who ordered several more healings for himself and family members) and the ghost. It shows how we are connected – whether we have a body or not.

Blessed journeys!

The Final Journey

My mother called me while she was driving her husband to the hospital. She whispered into the phone, “I don’t think he’s breathing.” She was only a couple blocks from the hospital, so she would just continue to drive. I told her I would immediately shamanic journey for him and hung up the phone.

When I reached the spirit realm, his spirit was waiting. He began to tell me why he died. “My body is used up. I am tired and ready to return in a new body for a new life. I miss my parents. It’s too cold in Michigan. It was time.” I accepted his decision.

I then asked him if he would like an aura cleansing. It was symbolic at this point and served as a ritual to help our minds adjust to his leaving this realm and moving into the next. After the cleansing, two angels lifted him up in a throne-like chair and he was taken away to another spirit realm. He waved as he left. He looked really happy.

When my mom called later to tell me that the hospital’s efforts to revive him had failed, she said, “I guess I don’t have to tell you what happen. You probably already know.” A mother’s faith is a good thing. I was then able to relay his final words to her. It was a comfort to her to know that her husband was happy and taken care of after his passing.

The funeral is on Monday. I will fly home to support my mother and spend time with family.

Blessed journeys!

Life’s Lessons

Well, Thanksgiving is over and it’s Saturday. A quiet morning, after breakfast, and the perfect time to reflect on the last couple of months. My blog postings have subsided, mostly because I have been so busy learning life’s lessons. I wanted to note those lessons, before they become a distant memory, or more accurately, before I forget (and doomed to repeat those lessons).

It seems that each week or two, I have been taught lessons on a specific ‘topic’ by the Spirit. The first week, I began to see that every negative thought and action that was directed at others, was an attack on myself. Especially important, was how I reacted to attacks towards me. It’s amazing how a loving response can diffuse an ugly situation! And there were lessons even when I didn’t react appropriately. We learn what works!

The next week was on possession. I began to see that possession could be something other than a spirit possessing a person. Other people’s thoughts could possess my mind. When I altered my own thoughts or actions, because of what others thought, I had become possessed. I no longer controled my own thoughts! This was an interesting insight, that lead me to better understanding of controlling my thoughts and realizing that my thoughts are not me! My spirit is changeless.

The next week, the topic was forgiveness. If you have been reading my blog, you know that I study “A Course in Miracles” and have combined it with my shamanic practice. I find that the two are very similar in the how the healing process works. Forgiveness, through the ACIM teachings, is about realizing that the past never existed. Shamanism is about releasing the past and realizing that it no longer exists. So, I let go of any grievances, I still carried. It was a time for crying, laughing and coming into the present in a way that was not possible before. I let go!

I am now in the middle of trying to understand about mankind’s wholeness. Where this leads is yet unknown. The Spirit leads my way, one foot in front of the other.

Have a great holiday weekend.
Blessed journeys!

Gratitude

I am thankful for my family – two wonderful kids and a loving husband. I am thankful for a warm house with plenty of food to feast on. I am thankful for friends who allow me to be a part of their lives. I am thankful to those whom I have learned life lessons – even when the lessons were unpleasant. I am thankful for my health, especially this time of year!

I am looking forward to eating the homemade pumpkin pie, turkey and stuffing. I am looking forward to watching “Christmas Story” and “Christmas Vacation” again, although I have watched them both more times than I can count.

I am grateful to those who have visited my blog, giving me encouragement and feedback to help me stay focused on my spiritual journey. I hope that in some small way, I have done the same for you.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Soul Retrieval – Forgive, Forget and Make Whole

I have performed many Soul Retrievals with amazing results. Until a couple of weeks ago, I didn’t ask myself why Soul Retrieval works – I only knew it did. But I wanted to take a closer look at the dynamics of why a Soul Retrieval works. For an answer, I looked to my past experiences of performing soul retrievals.

During a soul retrieval, I will travel through the spirit realm to find a person’s soul part(s). I will usually find the soul part crying, whimpering or cowering. I will comfort the soul part often by sitting quietly next to it or even offering a hug. The soul part and I will look at the event or emotional trauma that caused the separateness. After facing the feared event or emotions, we forgive it and then release it. I then ask the soul part to return to the main soul. The question that is often asked by the soul part is, “How is the main soul’s situation today?” I will convince them that it is better or can be better once they are reunited. The soul part agrees to be reunited with its main soul.

What I describe above is a typical Soul Retrieval. I often see the healing on a conceptual level, with some of the healing being literal and some symbolic. A Soul Retrieval works because the person’s fear has been faced, forgiven and released – allowing them to more fully come into the present. This healing is very powerful, because it is done on a spiritual level, which is where our life’s effect are created. It reunites the soul to a healed soul part – making the soul more whole.

The Journey Through Life

I had asked for guidance from the Spirit one day. Although I had asked for advice for myself, the words seemed universal and I wanted to share it with you.

“The question is always the same. Where to begin, when will it end. Life is a journey, the destination is not known or important. Stop the search for results, live in a moment of peace, knowing that all roads eventually lead to the Divine Spirit.”

“Have fun, don’t determine the results to be important. You are creating a ripple – how deep, how far, will not be known to you in this realm.”

“Where will you go, how will you live? We’re waiting to see how well you listen to the lessons going through your spirit, non-stop. Will you hear the Spirit or will you succumb to life’s pleasures? Only you can decide.”

I asked, “Do you like the path I have started?” The answer: “Walking, running – it doesn’t matter. You are seeking. The teacher learns as they teach. With the Spirit anything is possible. Don’t limit yourself. The reach can go well beyond yourself. When teaching immerse yourself. Let go of the ego’s embarrassment.”

We will help you – just let go!”

A Possessed Mind

I have come to realize that more than a spirit can possess a person. We can be possessed by other people’s thoughts. When our spouse’s, best friend’s or even a stranger’s words or actions take us out of our peace of mind – it has possessed us. Their thoughts or opinions have become more important to us than our own, and we no longer control our own thoughts or actions. We think or act according to how another would have us think or act.

How many times have you walked through a store and had someone’s actions take you out of your happy mood? Or walked through a public place and someone’s stare bothered you. You have just allowed someone else to control your mind.

Try for one day to keep your peace of mind. No matter what someone says or does, you will not be altered. Try possessing your own mind. It’s not easy! But by becoming conscious of how we are altered by others, we begin to train ourselves to stay true to our self, and let society’s expectations remain outside ourselves. We start to walk the path toward enlightenment.

Love Waits on the Other Side

When the spirit of my grandfather appeared, I was happy to see him. It was the first time I had seen him since he died 2 1/2 years ago. He immediately started talking about my grandmother, Celia. He said how he missed her and that he wouldn’t go on without her. It was then that I realized that my grandfather hadn’t pass over yet.

He asked me to tell my grandmother that he loved her. I said I didn’t want to – it might upset her. Besides, she always talked about how she could feel his presence. My token message would pale in comparison. But my grandfather insisted. He wanted her to HEAR the words, “I love you.”

I did not want to call my grandmother and tell her “I talk to dead people.” But, I had made a promise, so I called her. After a few awkward moments when she didn’t recognize my name (she doesn’t hear well), I finally told her, “I had a vision of grandpa and he said to tell you he loves you.” She cried with joy! “I knew it. I knew he was here. I can feel him all the time. Thank you for telling me.”

Telling my grandmother certainly went better than I had hoped, even if the phone went dead in the middle of our conversation (she doesn’t recharge her phone often). I hope that the message was delivered when she needed it most. I know my grandfather’s love for my grandmother was strong. Even though as my grandmother put it, “I was a crazy woman to love.” They will be reunited, when the time is right. For now, my grandfather waits for my grandmother. Together, they will cross to the other side.

Blessed journeys!

To read the post about my grandfather’s passing, visit It’s was a good day to die.

Patience of a Saint

I went to my badminton league last night. The talent varies widely from children (many better than me) to those who play in tournaments. My daughter wanted to attend with me. She had only played badminton a few times with the neighborhood kids, but considered herself a good player.

Once on the badminton court, we began to warm up by hitting the birdie back and forth. Well, I hit it and she would try. She had problems serving the birdie, and as her confidence decreased, she soon was not able to hit the birdie at all. I suggested she try hitting it anyway she was comfortable, but it grew worse until it looked like she was going to cry. I wasn’t sure what to do, but continuing seemed cruel, so I suggested we stop for the night. As I was talking with another woman on the sidelines, my daughter and I were invited to play the next game.

My daughter and I stood in the middle of the court and had a quiet discussion. I asked her, “Do you want to play?” My daughter said “Yes.” I thought the game would to be too much for her and she’d be humiliated, but didn’t want to tell her that. The facilitator came up and asked if there was a problem. I told him my daughter hadn’t played before. “No problem. This isn’t life or death,” He said, “Let’s see what you can do.”

My daughter misses her first serve. I cringed. But his reaction changes everything. “Let me show you how to hold the racket,” he offered. And she is instructed for a half hour by him and another man on how to properly serve. They were genuinely patient and happy to do it. It was like watching Buddha teach badminton. The woman next to me observes the instruction and begins to practice the “new” technique and I join in. It became a learning session for all of us. And my daughter’s confidence went up and she enjoyed herself.

I saw such a gap between the men’s level of patience and my own. Their patience changed the situation into one of learning and love. Their perception changed the outcome. I want that level of patience for myself.

Blessed journeys!