Shhhhh....they see me

   Yeah...I know. Weird title. Lol. But you'll see why...

   I wanted to write this blog for all the "sensitive" people out there. The misfits and kooks of society who hear, and sometimes see, dead people. Yeah...you know who you are. It's okay, honey. This is a safe place to discuss things such as this. *kisses*

   I remember the first time I saw a spirit in full form. I talked about it in my books but, for those who haven't read them yet (btw...why haven't you?) I thought I'd chat about it here.

   My first time was in this old townehome I had. I had gotten up from meditating on an upcoming case and went to use the restroom. Yes...I saw my first one, with my own eyes, when I was taking a tinkle. It was a little dog that ran down my stairs and sat in the doorway of my restroom. He just stared at me, panting, and went poof! Then he was gone. Yes...you're right. Good thing I was sitting down.

   The second time was at work. A woman walked through the wall of the dental office I was working at and stood at the feet of my patient. I finally had to acknowledge her when she started making things fly off the shelf above the doctor and I. Yep...that was fun.

   I could go on and on but, what I really wanna do is talk about how difficult it is to have that happen. For those of you who've dealt with this you know exactly what I mean.

  Take yourself back, for a moment, to the movie "Ghost". You remember, right? Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore? The whole "pottery/clay" love scene? Yeah...that's the one. Now...remember when Whoopi Goldberg was giving that fake psychic reading and all of the sudden she could actually hear Patrick Swayze? Then all the other spirits popped in? Yeah...that's not bullshit. That really happens.

   I know she could only hear them, which is bad enough, but some can actually SEE them, too. Cool? Yes. Frustrating? Hellz yeah! Now, I'm not saying I wanna stop being able to do this. I'm not saying any of us wanna stop. What I AM saying is that it would be nice to take a shower without interruptions. Or sleep. Have sex. Eat. Work. Not that it happens all the time but there is never a warning as to when it WILL happen. At least not for me.

   How many of you find this to be true in your experience? I liken it to avoiding your annoying neighbor or an ex you may see walking the isle at the local grocery store. Problem is...you can't hide from something that can walk through walls. No matter how hard you try. Lol.

   Anywhoo...just curious how everyone else feels about that and thought I'd throw it out there. Love y'all!!!

   Blessed Be )O(

A bloggy kinda night...

   I had planned to have my next book, "Dreams", out by March but, on a hunch, I have decided to postpone it till after my trip abroad. That having been said, I would still like to open up the conversation concerning dreams and their meanings. Give y'all a lil morsel to gnaw on while you wait...patiently, I hope! ❤

   I wonder how many of us have dreams that are really memories of a life once lived? How many times have you woken up and, glanced at your surroundings, and wondered why they were so different? Has it happened once? Twice? More times than a bakers dozen?

   Something tells me it's more of a common occurrence than people think. I have recently, and by that I mean the last year, come into contact with people that I know on a "soul" level. I've had dreams, visions if you will, of a past connection that can't be denied. Some have been comforting...others downright frightening. Lucky for me I felt comfortable enough to discuss these with them and have been able to piece things together more clearly.

   How many of you have come across the same phenomenon? The strong connection to others that seems so unlikely, yet feels unbelievably comforting? Have you seen evidence of the bond in your dreams? Are you keeping a record? From those whom I have spoken to this seems to be escalating over the past year or so...this connecting. It makes one wonder what is coming. What we are being prepared for.

   Twould be nice if only the good people came back to connect with you but, sadly, that is not the case. Maybe it's just life recycling? But I don't think so. It feels as if we are all standing on quicksand with solid ground just within our reach. There are those who will reach out, grab your hand, and see that you make it to safety. Then there are those who will step on your head, try and push you under, only to sink themselves before they reach the promised land.

   I strongly encourage you all to look at your circle. Analyze your dreams about those in your circle. Listen to your gut concerning another that dares to enter your tribe. To put it plainly, we are all born with our very own, built in, alert system. Our dreams tell us important information. They do this through our subconscious when it is least guarded. Our gut does the same only rarely do we listen.

   Big changes are coming for all of us. What appears to be minimal on the surface can be a strong and turbulent force underneath. For good or bad, the knowing couldn't be of more importance than it is right now.

   Blessed Be )O(

 

A Dream Realized...

   I'm sitting here thinking about my upcoming trip to England and I'm getting nervous. Not the bad kind of nervous, lol. The very good kind. The amazing kind. The steal your heart kind.

   Those close to me know how important this trip is to me. They know of the dreams and visions I've had that span centuries. In my lives I've experienced death, birth, joy, madness and an exhilarating freedom...most, of which, have been on European soil.

   I'm making my list of places I absolutely have to go. There are many, to be sure, but one in particular has me very intrigued. All I will say, for now, is that it's not far outside of London. It's past is shrouded in darkness and ritual. It's light glows red with the memories of those who have dared to step inside.

   I know this place well, even though I have yet to enter the doorway in this life. I can tell you what it smells like, the texture of the walls as my hand slides over them. I can tell you where the fear was barely contained under the guise of maniacal laughter.

   Yes...I know it well. I'm practically humming with excitement to see, with my own eyes, what my soul has shown me to be true. It's calling to me even now...

   It won't be long. I will once again collide the past with the present. Only time will tell if it leads to the future...

   Blessed Be )O(

The Secret...

   I was talking to my buddy, Gwen, tonight about the social media world we live in. How it all seems to be speculative and suspect, at times.

   I will admit, when I first branched out into twitterland, I was somewhat dumbstruck on how to do things. I was afraid, and it turns out rightfully so, of stalkers and weirdos. Creepy people, both male and female, and of people feeling they could get too "familiar" with me due to the, seemingly, no boundary law of the internet. Then it hit me...

   If I was going to go into things with that mindset then why bother? Isn't the whole reason behind social media interaction? Communication with people you may, otherwise, never meet? Networking?

   Now...I'll admit that sometimes this does not work out in my favor. Yes....I've been the recipient of unsolicited photos. Yes...I have had my share of "proposals", and I don't mean marriage. Lol. True...I have had a few stalkers in the past...and some that continue into the present. But you know what?

   That's okay.

   All of that doesn't diminish all the good friends that I have met through social media. Not followers...FRIENDS. People who check on me, daily, to see how I am. They ask after my family. They are curious as to how my day went. Plain and simple...they care. You know why?

   Because I care, too. I talk to them. I ask after them and their families, as well. We exchange thoughts, ideas, musings...if you will. We laugh and cry together. We poke fun at each other, and ourselves. I never expected that I would get on twitter and everybody would rush to my side. I knew I would have to work at it. I think that's where people get confused. They want to post pics and promote themselves, but don't want to engage with the people they are asking this of.

   Can't do that, folks. You want people to like you and have your back? Prove you're worthy. No one is gonna come knockin on you invisible "social media door" and say, "hey....let me brag about ya to everyone I know...you just sit right there and chill...I got this."

   Remember...we're all on here to network and interact with like-minded individuals. We all gotta do our part. Just food for thought...

Blessed Be )O(

Going home...

   I've wondered for many years what it would be like if I could visit the places that have resonated in my soul since childhood. How would it feel to step, barefoot, on soil I have walked upon in another life? Would I recognize anyone? Would it make my heart beat faster? Would I cry?

   Sounds silly to some but I truly think of these things. Luckily, for me I get to find out very soon. I leave on the trip of a lifetime in a couple months. New Orleans, England, Ireland and Scotland. I get to see Nine Ladies Stone Circle for myself. I will finally be able to lay hands on the stones of my ancestors and join my energy with theirs.

   I will see the city I love, my Mecca, New Orleans. Where anything can happen, and usually does. Where spirits see me as a taxi and "catch a ride" if need be. No worries...I don't mind.

   I will step foot on Irish soil. Something no one in my family has done since they immigrated to the United States so very many years ago.

   I will walk the alleyways of Mary Kings Close, in Scotland, and bring peace to any who wish to communicate with me from whatever realm they reside in.

   I will meet people I have known forever, and some I've only just discovered. I will sink myself into the mist and let it's mysteries surround me. I hope to gain knowledge in all I see, feel and hear. I wish to share it all with you. I will not shield. I will not fight it.

   I have lived many lives from which I can learn and I want to learn it all. I need to learn it all. This is my final go around on this earth. My only wish is that I leave it a better place than how I found it. The only way I can do that is by going home...

Blessed Be )O(

Someday...

   We have all used the word "someday" when describing the things we want to do in life.
   "Someday I'll quit the job I hate..."
   "Someday I'll find time for myself..."
   "Someday I'll see all those places I dream about..."

   Well...the culmination of my somedays came yesterday. I received my passport in the mail. I even did a little dance at the mailbox. Lol. To bystanders I may have looked a little crazy.

   I didn't care. Not even a little.

   You see...to me that was a HUGE sign from the universe telling me "go get 'em, hun!" Sounds silly, but it's true. I've never lived my life for me. I've never taken chances. I've never "broken the rules". Not really. I've always done what was expected of me. I've stayed in situations that were slowly killing my soul because I thought I had to. It was less than a year ago when I finally said "to hell with that way of thinking". I have worked my fingers to the bone for others my whole life. I've worked till I could barely stand up straight or walk without limping. I've poured my soul onto pages with little to no support emotionally. I've done what so many women have done. They put their dreams on hold while supporting someone else's. Well...here's my advice to ANYONE who has spent their life doing that...

   STOP.

   You are worth believing in, too. Be a good mom by showing your children that dreams are worth chasing. That life is meant to be lived. Give them wings so that when it's time for them to fly they will do so without fear. If you lack spousal support then, by all means, reevaluate your situation. One of you shouldn't have to die inside so the other can live. Trust me. You may have to work twice as hard by yourself or, in my case, you may find the load lessens when you embark on this journey single.

   Yes, my house gets messy. Yes, we may have to get take out a few times a week cause I'm too damn tired to cook. Yes, I may have to juggle a bit being all the things I am, but you know what?

   It's worth it.

   My son tells me how proud he is of me. How I never let life get me down anymore. How he wants to live his life to the fullest because he sees what I'm trying to do. I can't tell you how proud that makes me. A year ago I was full of "somedays". Today I'm actually planning and doing. There's a meme out there that says "When life knocks you down calmly get back up and say 'you hit like a bitch'". People....this is true. You are only limited by yourself, the way you let others treat you and by how slowly you get up after being knocked down. Don't ever forget this is YOUR life. Do you really want to die with "somedays" still in your heart?

   Blessed Be )O(

 

What Might Have Been....

   I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. Wondering why some spirits are easy to communicate with, regardless of when they passed, and others you seem to never be able to reach. An odd thought, to be sure, but a valid one. It's a question that merits thought, consideration. So that's what I did...and I think I may have an answer.

   I wonder if those souls who reach out to us, using what ever means possible, are simply people who never reincarnated. It makes sense, right? Much more sense than some go to heaven and the others go to hell. At least I think so. I'm not saying this answer is absolute but I think it's just as sound as the religious view I just listed.

   Let's assume you have a say in whether or not you reincarnate, and when. If that's the case then this would explain why some people tend to stick around places they love while others don't. They would know if they chose to inhabit another body they may never see their home again. That's pretty powerful motivation, if you ask me.

   Assuming there is a time limit on how a soul can choose to come back, this may also explain why some get stuck. If they miss the window, and don't know when it will open again, they think they are shit outta luck and may become frustrated.....or angry.

   Bear in mind I'm only hypothesizing but I really do wonder if I'm onto something. Let's also assume that when you pass a full record of all previous lives experienced is made available to you. If they could be considered less then joyous you may decide remaining in spirit form is preferable, right? What better way to have some fun than to have a bunch of us "ghost lovers" chasing after you. Lol.

   Hell, I can't lie. You know I'm so gonna do that to y'all! Don't be a hater. You know you wanna do it too! 😊

   Anywhoo....just food for thought. A quick Lil blog to get your "paranormal" juices flowing....

   Blessed Be )O(