Making the Weekend (continued from Sunday, 01/20/13)

Part 2 of 4
This is the continuation to the post: (Holding Hands with the Holy Spirit)

One Saturday night my husband and I went out for a while with one of his Sisters, *Lisa and her husband, Nick.  I nonchalantly brought up the fact that I was going to attend the upcoming Religious Encounter Weekend (REW) and asked her if she might like to go with me.  She said she would think about it and get back with me.  I'll be honest, I really was not expecting her to attend.  

It was the following evening, Sunday night and I attended another REW Prayer Meeting.  My mind had wondered off a bit and all of a sudden I heard a voice in my head saying, "Lisa is going to make the weekend.”

In a nearby room my husband was with a group of men who were preparing for their upcoming men’s REW.  We drove home together afterwards and as we did I told him about what I had experienced.  He said, “Hmmm, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens.”

The next morning, I was in my car on my way home from running errands in town.  I noticed that Lisa had called my cell phone and left a message.  I quickly returned her call.  Lisa picked up the phone and I asked her how it was going.  When she answered I could tell she was excited.  She said, “You are not going to believe what happened.  This morning when I arrived at work I found some papers on my desk that my boss  had left for me to type.  I realized it was a talk he was giving for an upcoming Men’s REW.  I knew that was a sign and I am going to make the weekend with you, Kathy.”  (Confirmation to listen to that still voice of Spirit)  As it turned out, Lisa’s husband Nick made the Men’s Weekend with my husband, too.  Nothing could be better than to have the both of them make a weekend the very same year.  Thank you, Lord for allowing us to share our faith with Lisa & Nick. 

That same year I had also tried to get my Mom to come along and she had said if she could get the time off work she thought it would work out.  I was excited about sharing my faith and this experience with family and friends.  As it turned out my Mom came along, too and this was an incredible weekend for us to share together and a memory that will fill my heart with gladness forever.  We cried many a tear but we also shared so many Spirit moments. 

More important I thank you Lord for allowing me to have this wonderful memory with my Mom.  We were both moved by this weekend and its effects are with me to this day.  The bond between Mother and Child is blessed further when we are able to bind it together by faith & love!

1 Corinthians 2:12
We have not received the spirit of the world but the Spirit who is from God, that we may understand what God has freely given us.

*Names changed

Coming soon ....

Part 3 of 4:  Silent Prayer Partner
Part 4 of 4:  The Penny, A Gift of Spirit

Miracles Happen When We Pray

MIRACLE:  A surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is considered to be divine.

In 1996, I was told my unborn child had more than a 60% chance of being born with Trisomy 18.  A Level II ultrasound revealed that he had six of the distinguished criteria typically seen with this chromosome disorder. 

The hospital wanted to counsel me on abortion and I wasn't having ANYTHING to do with that.  They finally said, "Well you should at least have an amniocentesis done."  My husband and I discussed this option and agreed.  They performed the procedure and informed us it would take two weeks to receive the test results.  

On the way home we stopped at a gas station for something to drink.  I sat in the car and waited while my husband went inside.  I peered up at their store signage and it read, "Don't Worry, Be Happy."

The phenomenon of that phrase had been popular eight years earlier.  What are the chances that a gas station would have this message displayed out front?  I began to feel a sense of peace come over me. 

I knew that many family member and friends were praying for us and the well-being of our unborn child.  Prayer requests were sent to Silent Unity by a very dear friend of our family.

Several days later I was overcome with the sensation that I could really could relax.  Everything was going to be OK.  I felt it in the core of my being.

Eleven days after our trip to the hospital we received a phone call.  My husband and his Mom had come inside for lunch after completing the morning chores on our farm.  We had just sat down when we received the call from Stanley, the nurse, who had been with us at the hospital for testing.  She quickly explained who was calling and immediately went on to say tell me the results from the amnio came back and everything was perfectly fine.  She went on to ask, "Did you want to know the sex of your baby?"  I said, "Yes."  She said, "I'm happy to tell you that you are having a boy."  After thanking her for the kindness of her call.  We said our goodbyes.  

I began jumping up and down.  My husband and Mother-in-law were there to hear the good news.  Our Son ... would be the first boy born to a Son and he was their 25th grandchild.  We were truly blessed on so many levels.

Our Son was born full term – a perfectly healthy bundle of joy.  Today, he is a sophomore in high school.  He’s a kind and caring young man who fills my heart with love, and pride.  His name is Matthew.  (Biblical definition:  Gift of God.)

Do I believe in MIRACLES?  YOU BET I DO!

Holding Hands with the Holy Spirit

Holding Hands with the Holy Spirit (Part 1 in a 4 part series)

Not quite a year after my Son was born I was inspired by several people to participate in a local Religious Encounter Weekend for women.  I attended the 3 day weekend and I felt even more refreshed and restored. 

The following year I was asked to join them again only this time as a Table Leader.  This meant that I would keep conversation at our table going and always try to keep everyone at our table involved.  Our goal was to make sure everyone knew they were welcome and we were happy they gave up their weekend to be with us.  We wanted everyone to know they belonged with us.

Prior to the actual event we met as a group on several occasions to pray for all involved in the weekend.  We would also listen to various talks being presented and critique them.  It gave the people who were talking a chance to practice prior to the event.

I had missed the first couple of meetings due to prior commitments so I felt a little left out when I was finally able to attend the third meeting.  This meant I missed out on the initial introductions.  Most people there were already familiar with each other or had known each other on a personal level from previous experiences together.

At the close of the evening we gathered together in a circle, held hands and bowed our heads as we said the Lord’s Prayer in unison.  As we were praying I felt another hand over mine and that of the woman to my right.  After we prayed I opened my eyes and looked over at her.  I introduced myself and told her the capacity I held for the weekend.  She told me her name was Paula* and that she was giving the “Ideals” talk for the weekend.  Then I asked, “Did you notice anything while we were praying?”  She replied, “You mean our hands?”  She felt it too!  We both had tears in our eyes.  I felt we had actually held hands with the Holy Spirit.  I felt it just as if you and I were holding hands with one another at this very moment -- yet there was ANOTHER hand over ours.

(If you enjoyed this post -- please stay tuned.  I received confirmation that still inspires me to this day.)

"Again I tell you, if two of you join your voices on earth to pray for anything whatever, it shall be granted you by my Father in heaven. Where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I in their midst."  ~Matthew 18:19-20

Hebrews 2:4
God also testified to it by signs, wonders and various miracles, and gifts of the Holy Spirit distributed according to his will.

Acts 8:15
When they arrived, they prayed for them that they might receive the Holy Spirit,

Faith Formation Directives:  The Holy Spirit continues to inspire and guide God’s people.

*Names changed to protect identity

Coming soon ....

Part 2 of 4:  Making the Weekend  (see post of Sunday, February 10, 2013)

Part 3 of 4:  Silent Prayer Partner
Part 4 of 4:  The Penny, A Gift of Spirit

Clairaudience (Hearing beyond the natural sense)

Clairaudience is the psychic ability to hear things that are inaudible. Meaning a psychic hears beyond the natural sense of hearing. He or she may ‘hear clearly’, and perceive sounds or words from spirits, guides, or angels or simply hear into your future.

We hear thoughts within ourselves using the "inner ear" to hear.

When I am in a reading I will get specific messages that only the client will understand.  

In one recent conversation, I heard a deceased loved one with a message for her daughter, "Your Mom is So proud of you.  She says, you shine like an angel.  She is showing me your hair with light around it."

My client responded, "OMG, only she would know that, she told me that all the time."

I don't question the message.  It doesn't matter if it makes sense to me or not.  

There was a time when I did question the messages (because even to me they sounded a bit odd) but we have to learn to listen & trust Spirit.  New doors open when we listen and trust.  

Another client was discussing a friends deceased Son -- a child who passed at a very young age.  Immediately, in my mind I heard, "His name was Thomas."

She responded, "OMG, Yes, his name was Thomas.  That's crazy that you knew exactly who it was I was talking about."

If you are open to this, it WILL come to you.  I must reiterate that this does not come FROM me.  It comes THROUGH me.  I cannot take personal credit for it.  I am not the shining star, Spirit is Shining THROUGH me with these words that provide the comfort my clients are searching for.

Clairvoyant: To See Clearly

Clairvoyant: someone who has the power of clairvoyance. Clairvoyance comes from the French and Latin words Clair meaning CLEAR and Voyant and Voir meaning TO SEE.

So a clairvoyant is said to be able to see clearly what normally can’t be seen, or to see the future or to see the spirits of people who have passed over -- A person who is able to see spirit and foresee the future.

Clairvoyance is the art of 'seeing' beyond the five senses. Clairvoyance is often called the 'sixth sense' or esp. It is related to the images that are always present in our minds that bring messages from other frequency and realms. These images can be archetypes, colors, still frame, animations. They can be anything. They can remain on a few seconds or much longer. Initially its easiest to see them with your eyes closed. As you develop your psychic abilities will be able to look to higher frequency, with your eyes opened.

In clairvoyance we 'see' with what is commonly called the third eye. In the human brain there is a gland called the pineal gland. It is located in the back area of the brain almost in the center of the head. This gland has degenerated from its original size comparable to a ping pong ball to its present size comparable to a pea, because we forgot how to use it a long time ago when our breathing patterns changed.

For centuries the gift of clairvoyance was forbidden and hidden in cryptic messages that few could interpret. People, and religious leaders feared the power of the gifted and the truth these people would bring to an enlightened consciousness.

When I am giving a reading I receive visuals in my mind.  The best way for me to describe it is that the visuals play in my mind like a movie.  As fast as they appear I will often times get them back to back to back.  I have to pay close attention.  I don't always know what they mean but I will describe the visual as it will mean something to the person I am reading for.

There are occasions when initially the person I am reading for doesn't understand the meaning immediately.  Typically, they will understand the meaning in a short amount of time as they will have the experience and then have an OMG moment.  

For instance, I saw reference for one of my clients to a yellow butterfly.  At the time, she had no idea what it meant.  She later remembered something in her home growing up that was shaped like a yellow butterfly.  Now she see's yellow butterflies often -- they even tap on windows to get her attention.  I know you wonder how that is possible but according to her -- Spirit knocked at a window and when she looked up she saw a butterfly at the exact area where the sound was coming from.  She said it was like it was trying to get in.  

Often times I will receive a visual that is a specific message to the person I am reading for.  Albeit a sign from the other side that confirms a connection.  The person(s) who have passed will show me gestures that allow the person I am reading for to understand it truly is their friend or loved one I am communicating with.

I have learned NOT to question these visuals.  I trust, explain them and do not doubt.  I don't have to understand it's meaning -- the message is for my client so I do my job and pass it on.

The Story of Patrick

The Story of Patrick*

I had a full-time job doing administrative work for a local company.  I loved most aspects of my job and met many great people through this network.  There were about 30 in-store employees.

Patrick was in sales and he began his employment not much before I did.  We didn't have the opportunity to interact often but each day we exchanged a friendly hello.  When needed, I would assist with administrative duties, however, he never asked for much.  He was a nice man who kept to himself mostly.  I never heard him complain about anything.

I knew he had children but I wasn't sure how many.  I knew his faith was extremely important to him and I never saw him behave in any way that was not professional.  He always had a smile on his face.

One day in early October he strolls through the office and mentions to me that he would be gone for a couple of weeks.  He was going down south to see his oldest Son and Daughter-in-law, and he would be present for the birth of his first-born grandchild.  He was so excited.  He said he was driving and while he wasn't looking forward to the long drive, he was looking forward to the time he would be spending with his Son and the newest family member.

In the midst of it all he would be celebrating a birthday.  His birthday was 8 days before mine and we were the same age.

For some reason I thought he was leaving the following Monday but when I got to work that day I noticed he was there.  I remember saying to him, “Oh, I thought you were leaving today.  I didn't think you would be in.”  He responded, “No, I leave later today but I don’t mind driving at night.”  He went on to say, “I may be able to fly.  There’s a great rate on airfare and it won’t cost that much more.  I have to figure out if I can make it work.”

So the afternoon rolls around and I asked him if he was going to fly out.  He said, “No, actually something came up and I’m going to have to drive after all.”  He did not elaborate.  He just said, “It’s complicated.”    

I said, “Have a safe trip and enjoy your visit with family.”  He said, “Thank you.  I hope I make it back in once piece.”  Those words lingered with me for some reason.  I mean really lingered.  I couldn't seem to get them out of my mind.  I prayed for his safety.

Tuesday morning rolls around.  Everyone is busy with their daily routines.  The phone seemed like it was ringing off the hook.  I’m working at my desk when the phone rings again.  The woman on the line asks to speak to the President of the Company.  I knew he was in a meeting so I passed along that information.  She went on to ask for the HR Manager.  Wanting to make sure I was directing her to the appropriate party I asked, “May I ask what this is in regards to?”  She paused for a moment and said, “I need to report the death of an employee.”  MY HEART DROPPED.

So, indeed, I transferred the call to the HR Manager.  I could overhear some of his conversation but not much.  I knew that soon enough word would come through.  I was trying to think about whom it might be and of course my thoughts immediately went to Patrick.  I could see others who were visibly upset but still nothing had been confirmed to me.  It seemed like at least an hour had gone by before a fellow employee said, “Did you hear?”  I said, “No, actually, I have not.”  She went on to say, “Patrick was killed in a car accident early this morning on his way to see his Son.”  It took everything I could muster to not cry right then and there.  I couldn't concentrate.  I couldn't focus.  My heart was breaking for Patrick and his family.

As usual, I went home for lunch.  The passing of Patrick weighed heavily on my mind.  While I was preparing something to eat, I said in my mind, “OK, Patrick, can you get a message to me this quickly?  If so, please tell me something there is absolutely no way I could possibly know.”  It had been about 12 hours since he had passed. 

Immediately, I heard, “Please tell my Son, Danny that I love him and I am very proud of him.”  I had no idea what the names were for any of his children or if they were boys or girls with the exception of his youngest, whom I knew was a boy.  I was thinking to myself, well, I guess I’ll have to wait until his obituary is published because I’m not sure how else I can confirm that information.

That evening, I decided search online for Patrick to see if I could find any information on the accident or his family.  Eventually, I did find some information and I did confirm that he indeed had a Son named Danny.  But I had no idea which order he was in or how specifically the message applied to him.  Yes, I knew what the message meant to me but not how it would affect Danny.

A few days after Patrick had passed I was walking by his desk at work.  I just happened to look that direction and there he was – a brief glimpse of him I received – standing there smiling.  It was just a blip but he was showing me he is still with us in Spirit.

It wasn't until the obituary was finally published that I realized Danny was indeed the Son he was on his way to see at the time of his passing.  It made sense to me that I received that message because this was such an important event in all of their lives.

I've thought of him often since his physical departure from this earthly world – surrounding him and his family in loving thoughts and pure white light.  Knowing Spirit has a beautiful angel helping up in Heaven.  Bless you, Patrick, and all that you brought to this world.  Your character shall live on through those you have touched by your kindness.

*Actual names have been changed to protect the privacy of this family

2013 Predictions

.......... (More will be added later) - in no particular order

2013 will be a year of truths

People will be exposed for who they really are (I know this seems quite vague at this point) but the light is coming to shine down upon them like they are stars in a big screen movie but once that light hits -- they won't be able to run from their truths.  It's like a beacon because it will appear as tho it is chasing them in all directions.

While these people didn't mind hurting others -- this is going to make them extremely uncomfortable and vulnerable.  They will have many excuses for their behavior but none that stand up.

Things they believed to be sacred will be shown.  I see them cowering down hanging their heads in shame.  Some will man up and face these truths and others will continue to cower in denial.  Some will take their own lives rather than face the truth or face admission.

Realignment and soul searching.  For those of us who are brave enough to look at our own reflections and be truthful with our own selves -- painful growth spurts but very worthwhile.  Epiphany.  Self realization.  Growth.

It isn't just the government that is hiding things -- always secrets up in that cabinet.

I see men with their arms crossed blocking a roadway their legs apart -- they are solid in their stance.

I see a HUGE cloud if blue/gray smoke -- feels like an explosion.  It's big and can be seen from far away.  It almost feels toxic to me.

In all the turmoil, people will see beauty with a different set of eyes.  Those who formerly looked only at the surface with begin to look deeper.

Spiritual growth is on the rise -- we are forming together to acknowledge Spirit to be more open and in tune with our own selves.  I see gatherings of new groups (non-denominational) -- loving people who have eyes set on the same goals -- peace, understanding.  People who choose to stand up for what is RIGHT.










For those of you who declare that I only see things in black and white -- You could NOT be further from the truth.

Goodbye 2012 ... Hello 2013

As we sail through our last day of 2012, I count my blessings. My eyes were opened. 

I remember this time last year I heard a message from Spirit asking me to listen and more importantly TRUST. I see, hear, feel and know with more clarity. 

Pray for those who create a life of false bravado -- in their depths they know the truth yet they shield themselves from reality. Surround them with love, light & clarity. Surround them in truth. May they have the courage to see their reflection and the wisdom to right their wrongs.

Be gentle on yourself and with others. Be grateful for those who speak honestly. Make it a year of learning and gaining wisdom. Share joy with others. Count YOUR blessings with gratitude.

I see 2013 as a year of awakening. Spirit guides us and many truths are on the horizon. They've always been there but those who once doubted will not be able to push these truths aside as they once did. Epiphany & Love -- embrace this New Year and give it a hug.

Love, peace, & light to each of you. Happy 2013!

As I Am, GracedByU -- Kat

A Perfect Match (The Story of Jean)

I met Jean at a small shop that she and her fiancé owned.  Occasionally our paths would cross when either I or my children had appointments located in the same building.  She was always quick to say hello, and share her bright smile.  Her energy was always so positive.  She had a vibrant personality and was just plain fun to be around. 

Little by little we became better acquainted.   In the beginning, many of our conversations were surface.  But, one day when I was there by myself we talked about having lunch some time.  It just so happened on that particular day she was free and so was I.  We went to a nearby café and sat down to grab a bite to eat.

We’d been chatting briefly and I casually introduced her to my psychic gifts.  So she was asking how it worked and if I picked up anything on her.  I told her about the feelings I was picking up on her and her present situation.  The next thing I knew – she was crying.  She said, “OMG, I haven’t told anyone about any of those feelings and here you are telling me everything that I have held in for so long.”  She told me how much of a burden her pent-up secrets were and my ability to say it for her was not only a blessing but a relief.  I saw that her relationship with her future husband left her feeling trapped and she was questioning her choices and decisions.  We talked longer than we should have but I knew immediately that we were set to be great friends.

She and I began talking much more frequently.  A short time after our conversation,she broke off her engagement.  After some time had pass I told her I was seeing a man in her life that she actually knew through her business.  I remember her saying to me, “There is no way.  I know everyone that comes in there and that’s not going to happen.”  I said, “Well, it’s true.  It’s someone you have already met through your business but it’s going to catch you off guard.”

She wasn’t buying it at all.  In fact she was pretty adamant about the fact that she didn’t see it but she did relent to the fact that I had been right about a lot of other predictions so her last comment was, “I guess, we’ll see what happens.”

Hmmm, imagine my surprise (NOT), when she told me not even two months later about this great guy she was dating that she met through the business, already knew, AND totally caught her off guard!  She went to dinner and the movies with him for the first time, as friends, and she fell madly in love with him over their first dinner, as friends, leaving her bewildered.  She said, “Kat, I had no idea that I would meet someone who treats me as well as this man.” 

So … I wasn’t one bit surprised when a year later, on the anniversary of their very first date, she announced they were engaged.

Almost a year ago, my daughters and I had the pleasure of attending their wedding.  It was beautiful!

They are so perfect for each other.  They have many of the same goals.  They bring out the best in each other and I find them laughing and smiling often.  It’s a perfect match.

A Sign from Heaven

It’s been suggested that I keep on posting and of course, I will.  I became a “practicing” psychic about 10 years ago when I joined a group through Yahoo that was then called, “Psychic Development.”  I had no clue what was happening with that site, but I was very drawn to it. 

I honestly thought happened with me was something that EVERYONE experienced.  And, while I still believe that everyone has abilities – I believe the more we work with them, the stronger they become.

My draw to Psychic abilities became much more evident to me after I read a couple of books that I discovered at our local book store.  These books were, “Psychic Diaries” by Lysa Mateu and “Stephen Lives” by Anne Puryear.  These books are amazing and I would highly recommend them to anyone.  They opened my eyes to the unknown – a place where things I believed were my imagination were actual visions.

We found ourselves doing practice readings where names were drawn and we were asked to share any thoughts we felt we were picking up on our psychic partner for the week.  It was fun.  It opened doors and we were able to discern our level of accuracy.  I loved every minute of it!

Before long, complete strangers were sending me instant messages via Yahoo asking for me to share my thoughts or feelings about whatever unanswered questions they had at the time.  Along the way I made many new friends and found they were coming to me repeatedly for answers.

One such acquaintance, Sandy – had recently lost her Father.  She was lost and devastated.  What tore her up even more was the fact that her Son, Chase, was really missing his Grandpa and he was too young to understand why he wasn’t there anymore. 

I saw him loving BBQ’s, cooking, and more.  One of my first visuals of this man consisted of him showing me a key ring with a LOT of keys on it.  (Sandy confirmed this for me.)  Then I saw him repeatedly reaching into his back right hand pocket.  I said, “I’m seeing him pull out a hankie.”  Once I mentioned this she later responded with, “OMG, I found the pants he was wearing on the day he passed away and he had a hankie in that very pocket!” 

She said, “I just wish he could be here for Chase’s birthday.”  I responded with, “He’s going to give you a sign.  I’m seeing a penny.  Once you see it, you will have no doubt that it has come from him.”

So … with Chase’s birthday fast approaching she found herself quietly anticipating whether or not my vision would come to light.  A few days after Chase’s birthday, I received a message.  She said, “Kat, you are not going to believe what happened.  I went to the Factory Card Outlet to buy party favors and among those was a bag of balloons.  On his birthday, I was setting everything up and I opened the brand new package of balloons.  There sitting at the bottom of this bag … was a penny.  The bag had been sealed so there is no way anyone could have placed that penny in there.  It was my sign and I was so relieved that my Papa was there with us to celebrate Chase’s birthday.  Thank you so much.”

Thank you, Spirit.  I love this gift and I am grateful to share it with others.  I truly am … blessed!

May 2012: George "John"

I had just had new blinds installed in my room earlier in the day.  My day was filled with shopping, dinner and finishing some updates in my home.  Apparently, I went to bed with the windows being strong in my mind.

That night, I went to bed and was pretty exhausted.  Oftentimes I do not remember my dreams, however, this particular night, I did.

(DREAM STATE)

I heard a knock on the window that faces my back yard.  I looked out and a man was standing there.  I didn't recognize him.  He was an older man with dark hair and distinguishing features.  He looks at me and says, "I'd like a cheeseburger please."  I replied, "I don't serve cheeseburgers here."  Even in my dream I knew I was sleeping because I went right back to bed.  A short while later, I heard another knock from the same window.  It's the same man and he says, "I'd like a cheeseburger with ketchup, mustard & pickles."  Again, I responded, "I'm sorry but I don't serve cheeseburgers here."  And ... again, I returned to my bed.

Then I realized I felt scared or afraid.  So I hollered out, "Dad."  But I couldn't hear my own voice.  Again, I hollered out, "Dad."  Again, I could not hear my own voice.  So I decided the next time I needed to holler REALLY loud and I said, "DAD."  The next thing I know I hear my Mother (passed away 1/31/10) saying, "Arne, Kathy is hollering for you."  Then I hear my Dad (passed away 9/23/09) say, "Oh, is she?"

The next thing I know my friend, Carrie (a high school classmate that I haven't seen in at least 5 years) appears in my room.  She said, "Kathy, everything is fine.  Everything will be OK."  Immediately thereafter, I heard the sound of a diesel truck from the other window in my room.  She and I both looked out together and we saw a white diesel truck backing out of the neighbors driveway.

Then, I woke up.

I tried to decipher what the dream meant and I'll admit I was baffled.

The following weekend (Memorial Weekend), I kept hearing the name George in my head.  Over and over and over again.  I'm thinking to myself, "Who is George?"

It was either Sunday or Monday of that weekend and as usual I got up, fixed my coffee and checked the local online obituaries.  (May sound a bit morbid, but I grew up with my folks doing it, so that was something I had become accustomed to.)

Imagine my surprise when all of a sudden I see a picture in the obits of the man from my dream.  George "John" (I'll refrain from using his last name for privacy reasons.)  It was exactly the man who came to me in my dreams.  His obit states, "The family would like to extend a special thank you to ....., and all the neighborhood friends for their support and friendship for John during his illness."

George "John" 
(July 21, 1939 - May 23, 2012) 

Here we are 4 months after his passing and he is still on my mind. I finally figured out that the white diesel truck was him showing me he was on his way to his next destination in the afterlife.

White vehicles in dreams symbolize, transportation. Wanting to move ahead.

He was showing me that he was preparing to move ahead.  Apparently, he was craving a cheeseburger.  Unfortunately, I did not feed him.  I was frightened.  I need to learn not to be afraid.

Thank you George.  I appreciate your visit.  May you rest in peace.

The Power of St. Anthony

09/23/12

My Daughter, Katelyn, misplaced her wallet on Friday. She had been using my car and thought she left it in there but after looking numerous times she was frustrated. I suggested she pray to St. Anthony. She said, she did.

Saturday rolls around and she is still searching for her misplaced wallet. She looked repeatedly to no avail. We tried to retrace her steps.

This morning she comes home from staying the night at a friends and said, "Mom, I need to you pray to St. Anthony with me. I cannot find my wallet. So we held hands and I prayed in silence. I asked that we find her wallet ASAP and preferably within 30 minutes. Then added, I was sorry for giving it such a short time frame.

She walks back outside and looks in her own car. I followed her and went directly to mine. I opened the front passenger door, reached over to check the pocket of the drivers side door and .... there it was! Less than 5 minutes after praying to St. Anthony -- her wallet was found safe & sound.

Thank you, St. Anthony for hearing AND answering our prayers. AMEN.

You are Never Alone 09/22/12

When you are feeling lost or alone, put your brave face on.  Reach out.  Much like the painting of one hand reaching to touch another – chances are someone out there needs you as much as you need them.  Open your heart, mind and Spirit to love and kindness.  You are not alone.  Envision yourself surrounded in a beautiful and loving white light.  See hope, have faith and believe.  Joy is there waiting to take your hand and embrace you.

UPDATE:

6 hours later:

So how is it that the exact picture that I had in my head earlier today was on my FB page tonight as an ad?  It was the visual I received when I posted my response to a message earlier.  Guess that's confirmation enough for me.

Thank you, Spirit!

May 2005 (Random Post)

May 2005

I'm standing outside late at night.  My kids were in bed. I see a star flashing at me. Every once in a while it looks red – it reminded me of a beacon in a way. I felt a strong pull to it. It stayed stationery but flashed color. 

The next thing I know I see other stars coming to it from the top like it's pulling them to the top of it. All of a sudden I see a line of stars. Then I see them one-by-one dropping off the bottom. So it brought them in from the top and they slowly dropped off from the bottom.

(I’ve never before or after seen anything like this in my life.) I felt a message – “take what you need then let go of that which you do not.”

An unforgettable moment that even I cannot explain but I know it was real as I saw it . . . with my own eyes.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Many people have asked me over the last several years how or when I realized there was something psychic going on in my life....

Through the days, weeks and months (perhaps years) ahead, I will share posts that will explain some of my life experiences about how I got to where I am today and more.  Enjoy!

I was born in Cedar Rapids, Iowa.  I have vague memories of the first house I lived in with my Parent's and two older Brothers.  I remember while living in this house saying to myself, "I wish I was psychic."  (I was under 6 years of age when I said this.  Is it normal for a child six or under to even want something like this?  Even that didn't seem odd to me.)

Now, I'll say somewhat lightheartedly, "be careful what you wish for."  Obviously, I love this gift and work very hard to stay true to myself and Spirit in using these gifts.

Almost as fast as I said it I also thought to myself, "Well maybe I don't want to be psychic.  What if I see things I don't want to see?  What if it scares me?"  

It is true that Psychic abilities are very real.  For me this isn't something I can turn on or off.  It's working 24/7 and at times it makes it very hard for me to sleep.  Am I always right?  No.  Do I always receive an answer?  No.  Sometimes we are not supposed to know.  When I don't feel something I will be honest and say so.  It behooves no one for me to make up a story if I am not receiving an answer.

Is there such a thing as "The Six Sense" -- Yes, having psychic abilities is a sense just like the other senses and we are constantly using it.

I will tell anyone that it's important to trust your gut -- trust your instincts and pay close attention to red flags. When something doesn't feel right about a situation it's because you feel or sense in your gut that something doesn't seem up to snuff.  Listen to those gut feelings and learn to trust them.

As a young child and growing up I would get visuals or hear answers in my mind and I'll be honest, I thought that was how it worked for everyone.  It didn't occur to me that there was anything psychic going on.  Sometimes I listened to those thoughts and feelings and other times I did not.  I wasn't at a place where I completely put my trust in Spirit.

I don't and won't claim to know everything because I can't and it wouldn't be appropriate.  I am happy with the knowledge I do have but I am always hungry to learn more.

A little more about me and my life experiences along the way . . .

In 1979, I found myself sharing my first apartment with my friend, HJ.  She and I had such a great time during those 7 months.  As our lease ended HJ found out she was expecting.  What is the point of telling you this story?

Move forward 11 years to 1990 and once again I was sharing a home with HJ.  She was going through a divorce and I needed a place to live.  By now she had four children.  I had been briefly married and was trying to figure out where I was going in life.  I remember when I was first moving in with her that I made a comment, "Watch, I'll be the one to get pregnant this time and my luck, I'll probably have twins."  We laughed and didn't give it much thought -- words in passing (or so I thought).

Fast forward again -- it was February 1991 and I realized I was late (yes, that's what I'm talking about).  I took a home pregnancy test and it turned pink in less than a minute flat.  What's interesting about this is that I was told when I was married that I would probably never have children.  I was given less than a 30% chance of ever getting pregnant.  My cycles had always been off the charts -- some months being very short and others being very long.

OK, so first Doctor's visit and he tells me I am measuring a bit big for how far along I am and asks me if am I sure about when I got pregnant to which I answered, Yes.  I get to my next months Doctor's visit and once again he tells me the same thing.

The following month I decided to bring my niece along so she could hear the baby's heartbeat and once again when I arrived the Doctor questioned how far along I was.  He then said, "OK, let's get an ultrasound scheduled and see what's going on here."  He wanted me to come back on another day but I asked to have it done that day so I didn't have to miss more work.  I was single and couldn't afford being gone from work all the time.  They were able to fit me in and within the hour (with my niece by my side), I hear the ultra sound tech say, "No wonder you are measuring so big.  You're having twins."  I left the Doctor's office with 4 pictures that day -- 2 each of Twin A and Twin B.  We went right from the Doctor's office to share the news with my family and friends.

Today's news -- my beautiful twin daughters will be 21 this month.  I couldn't be more proud of them.  They are juniors in college.  They know what they want and where they are going in life.  I "AM" blessed.

OK, enough for today -- more stories AND more adventures ... coming soon.