When my body dies…

(To dispel any instant assumptions, I will preface this with: I am not sick. I am not depressed or suicidal. So now…)

Death is as age-old as birth. And in my belief, you can’t have one without the other. It’s natural. It’s created as part of the cycle for all organic things. Our bodies die because they are designed to. Our bodies need to die, as much as they need to live. That is their job. Their work. Their creation.

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When my cycle brings me to that point of my job, my work, my creation… when my cycle brings me to the death of my body… my friends, I want you to know:

I’m sorry. I’ve tried to apologize throughout the years for hurt I’ve caused, but sometimes there are things I didn’t realize I did or said that hurt you, and I’m sorry I wasn’t aware enough to recognize that. Sometimes I perhaps actually didn’t do something that you may truly, truly believe I did, and with those times, I’m so sorry you felt hurt, unheard, unseen, unsafe, or uncared for. Sometimes, too, there is hurt I’ve caused of which I AM aware, and I haven’t found the readiness to “go there” yet. Sometimes my own heart is hurting over the situation and I need to allow it the time it needs to mend before I can apologize for my part in it. But I am sorry, for all of that hurt. I hope you feel our love.

I forgive you. (I already did, long ago.) There is not one thing, not one single thing, for you to feel guilt, shame, or sorrow over. You didn’t and don’t need to do anything for my forgiveness. You have it. I hold no anger, no resentment, no bitterness towards you. Please forgive yourself. I hope you feel our love.

I won’t leave you. (You know I’m a bit of a magical little imp in this area!) Close your eyes and you will see me, hear me, and/or feel me. I will send you signs when you ask me to. I will be a wonderful listener. I will be at your celebrations (send me an invitation!) and anytime you want to share something with me, please do! When you want me to be around, I want SO MUCH to be! And be on the lookout, because you know I’ve always enjoyed a good April Fools prank. 😉 I won’t leave you. I’m yours. I hope you feel our love.

You are going to be okay. Let your feelings be what they are. Let your thoughts run away. Let whatever happens happen. Then go to bed. Sleep. Get up and have a glass of water. Put some healthy fuel in your body and step out into the sunshine. Even if it’s -16 degrees outside. Feel the sunshine, feel the zip of the air, feel the earth turn. And go get moving on your day. Sweet love, I know not every day is a good day. Some days are horrible. But you ARE going to be okay. Every time you’re NOT becomes a tool in your toolkit. You take that shitty moment, shitty day, shitty event, and you stick it in your toolkit, because at some point down the road, it is going to help you with something else. It is going to be just what you needed to tackle some other thing. Guaranteed. You can see this in every bad thing that’s happened to you in the past. You might have to really TRY to find how it was helpful, but if you keep trying, you will find it’s gift. Every single thing. And this bad day, bad week, bad whatever – it is now a tool, and you are an insanely talented creator. You are the badassiest contractor in town. Use your tools and I promise – you are going to be okay. I hope you feel our love.

I love you. You are so, so precious to me. A joy for me! One of my greatest blessings. My heart pours out to you. I am so grateful for you. I’m so grateful for sharing this space and time with you. You fill me. You fill me. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.

I hope you feel our love. ∞

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Just the girl next door (who happens to be psychic)

Since I entered my own spiritual journey a few years ago, I knew that I love working with and being around spiritual women, but a few weeks ago, I finally connected the pieces to communicate and verbalize that I LOVE working with awakening women… those who have found themselves curious about this “world,” and are newly on their spiritual journey.

In conversation yesterday, another piece I put together for myself is that one of my gifts is bridging the gap from the “muggle” world to the “magic” world (I say that totally lovingly, by the way – I always considered myself a “muggle” until just a couple years ago!)

Coming into the metaphysical/holistic/spiritual world can be very intimidating. Not only does it seem like there is SO much to learn, but it can also seem downright weird! The people can seem really “out-there,” even a little crazy. The ideas and concepts can seem hokey and unbelievable.

I totally get that. Totally.

And yet here I am.

I’m the girl next door… the one who wears blue jeans and works part-time in retail… the one who eats pizza and plays in my son’s sandbox with him… the one who bets on whether the groundhog will see his shadow or not… the one who makes faces when someone snaps a picture… the one who grew up in small-town Iowa, the corn-fed, creek-wading, 4-Her for life, honor roll student. I redeem soda cans, because – 5 cents, man! I’m the girl next door. Totally normal, totally average American girl.

Except that I’m psychic. I talk to angels and trees and owls, without one word coming out of my mouth. I send cleansing energy to the pond I’m walking at, because a turtle “told” me it was dirty. I can’t watch the news because it physically hurts me, and it haunts me. Every single night, I have vivid, symbol-filled dreams. I know things about people that I don’t want to know, and I know things about people that I wished THEY knew for themselves. And some people, more than I’d like, avoid me, because they think I’M weird. Out-there. Maybe even a little crazy.

I see both sides. I AM both sides. And that’s how I know that there IS a bridge. That I am a bridge.

I’m happy to serve as a guide into this side, this somewhat-intimidating, somewhat-weird, somewhat-out-there “world,” in a light, easy, gentle way. It’s not as scary as it may seem. It’s not as weird as it may seem. I’M not as weird as I may seem. I’m just the girl next door. Who happens to be psychic. 🙂

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I Didn’t Know I Could “Be Psychic”

In April of 2013, I had one of the most significant moments of my life.

But let me back up.

In 2006 or 2007, I was invited to a party at a former classmate’s house. This party was unique because there would be a psychic there who would do readings for guests. My sister and I decided to go, but a couple days in advance, the party was cancelled. We had really been looking forward to it, so I got the phone number for the psychic and called her to see if we could still do a reading that day. We got it booked, so when they day came, we headed to her house, armed with open minds and a stack of photos.

The session was amazing. We went through all of the photos and she was able to pick up on personality traits, how they died, and related emotions. Even a photo of my Mini Schnauzer, Fritz. She nailed it. We thought we were with her for about an hour, but when we left and saw the time, we were shocked to find that it had been over 3 hours!

Over the years, she became our trusted psychic. My sister worked with her often, and I had a couple more readings. Which brings us to April of 2013.

I was at a point in my life that was filled with confusion, frustration, and a sense of feeling lost. I questioned where I was going, what I was doing, in all areas of my life. I finally threw my hands up and asked for help in the form of a reading.

When we sat down, I started to speak of my distress. Specifically, there was one area of my life with which I wanted clarity. I wanted answers. I wanted relief. But within the first few minutes, the reading changed direction. She looked me in the eye and said, “You could be doing this.” Inwardly, I knew what she meant, but couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I asked, “What do you mean?” She said, “You could be doing the work I do.” She saw the look of surprise on my face and asked if it was something I’d be interested in. I remember stammering, “Yes, but… I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

Before I left that day, we made plans to start getting together every week. She would mentor me. She told me my abilities would develop quickly, especially because we were very in-tune with each other. I had arrived that day feeling overwhelmed and fed-up. I left feeling energized and eager.

From that point, I have spent every day listening and learning and growing. Some days are more “exciting” than others, but each and every day I do notice something, pick up on something, or find a new understanding in something.

Just over a year later, this amazing spiritual journey has taken me from a sinkhole of despair to a world painted with peace, forgiveness, comfort, hope, love, and faith.

One of the many, many lessons from this journey is the world of potential. All of the things that are possible; even if they’re just beyond our recognition or realization, they are still within our reach. Like learning to communicate with the Divine. I didn’t know it was possible for me. I didn’t know. But the moment my friend offered it to me, this completely new world and new life was suddenly mine.

I didn’t know I could “be psychic.” But here I am – just over a year later – in constant connection with my “heavenly helpers” and helping others connect with theirs as well. It’s amazing. And beautiful. And I am so, so grateful that I was shown that I could do it.

Guess what? You can do it too. This possibility is yours too.

Let me help you draw it in and embrace it as part of your new wonderful, peaceful, comforting, love-filled world.

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