NEW Site! NEW Blog!

 

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Howdy!  Very EXCITED to announce the creation of my NEW and IMPROVED Website which also includes my NEW BLOG!

With having everything in one place I am thrilled to make regular scheduled postings.  YAY!

I hope you check out my latest blog entry as well as the perks of my new site.  There’s lots of great FREE resources to share.

New blog:  http://intuitiveangels.com/blog/

New site: http://intuitiveangels.com/

Thanks so much for your continued reading and comments.

Angel Blessings,

Danielle Garcia

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I Am Dying – A Powerful Understanding of Terminal Cancer

 

A title caught my attention as I was looking for something to watch on tv – “I Am Dying,” was the title of a one hour time slot documentary on NatGeo. Not the typical comedy or history driven program I am usually geared towards, but I was drawn nonetheless.

The feature is all about Renee, a young woman who is diagnosed with breast cancer. It’s about her life, her passions, her accomplishments, her struggles and eventually her death. It’s about not only Renee’s experiences, but also those of her family, her friends and her caregivers.

This is a powerful journey I highly recommend you witness on your own. Cancer in our society is portrayed in many ways and by numerous definitions. There is the big pharma and western medicine view, the Hollywood movie drama, the karmic or religious standpoint, and yet unless you’ve lived through it, whether it be your own health crisis or that of someone you love, no portrayal ever really touches on all aspects of cancer. Not until this movie.

NatGeo, Joaquin Phoenix, Casey Affleck and the film’s directors have put together a compassionate reality of what Renee experienced. This powerful film shows the life changing choices we have to make, both as stewards of our own health care, and as caregivers of our loved ones.

It’s REAL. It’s GRIPPING. It’s the closest thing I’ve seen placed on film that fully describes what day to day life is like for someone in Renee’s particular situation. You will see her daily treatments, the process she goes through as her mind and body begin to shut down, and most definitely you will witness the loving care and kindness that surround her.

I’ve had the role of caregiver for loved ones in this situation and it’s not easy. I’ve watched people I love more than anything slowly wither away because of a horrid disease called cancer.

Many people shy away from dealing with those that are sick or who have been given a diagnosis such as cancer. They go into fear, they don’t understand, and it’s easier to not deal with it than to face it. I get that. It’s not simple or comfortable to see someone dealing with chemo or side affects from a sickness. It’s not pleasant. But a small effort can make a huge difference in that person’s life.

I recommend this film to all who’ve been affected by cancer, to all who wonder what REALLY goes on in the life of a terminal cancer patient, and to all who want to make a difference.

Positive change can start with YOU. Knowledge is power. If you witness someone else’s journey then you will have greater understanding. And then the next time you see someone you know who is suffering from this disease, you can see them with compassion – you can smile at them with light, and not pity. You can look them in the eye with honor and respect, no longer afraid of their diagnosis, and with understanding within your heart.

God bless Renee Heidtman and her loving family and friends for their willingness to share this courageous journey with rest of the world. Renee will be remembered for her light, strength and beautiful spirit, not a diagnosis on a medical chart.

For more information, please visit:
http://time.com/3918288/why-i-am-dying/

http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/galleries/i-am-dying/at/life-interrupted-2096709/

The Gift of Being a Teacher

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The Gift of Being a Teacher

 

I recently volunteered in my son’s fourth grade class and was overwhelmed by the energy of 34 nine and ten year old kids in one seemingly small room.  Walking in on a Monday morning, the teacher was swimming in a sea of small children with backpacks, lunch bags, papers and questions.  I was so happy my job that day was making copies – in another room.

 

I don’t know how this amazing woman does her job.  To have that much patience must really be a gift from God.  Seriously!

I love the role I have as a Spiritual Teacher.  I don’t have to worry about hall passes or missing assignments.  I just get to be the tour guide to the light.  It is such a joy for me to see the light bulb click on inside a student’s head and witness them really embrace their Intuitive gifts.

I’ve been teaching a lot the last few months and I’ve had the blessing of seeing many students awaken in this very way.  During a recent Mediumship class, a student was obviously nervous about participating in a psychometry exercise.  Each person had brought a personal items of someone who had passed, and the students were to hold one of these items and pick up energies and imprints about the person who had owned the item.  I walked the class through the exercise and it came this man’s time to share what came through for him.  He had chosen a wallet from the group of items, and prefaced his sharing time with remarks of, “I don’t know what I’m doing,” and “I’m a beginner, I’m not good at this stuff.”  But when he took a deep breath and rattled off the impressions he received from holding the wallet, I could see a big smile paint across the woman sitting across from him.  She had brought the wallet to class.  It was her father’s.  And the man NAILED information about him that no one else in the room would have known – he had a moustache, he loved baseball, he had to quit smoking, etc.  All from picking up, holding a wallet and opening the door to connect.  I will treasure that moment for as long as I live.  It is a priceless example to me of trust.  He had never done anything like this before, and even though he was unsure of himself, he still tired.  And wow!  No words can describe the energy in the room as he was validated for the information he brought through.

 

In another recent workshop, Channeling to be exact, a student came up to me and asked, “Are you sure I can do this?”  She was very hesitant about receiving information from Source, thinking she would just be making up the messages that might come through.  I reassured her and asked her to take the pressure off herself and to just be in the flow.  When it came time for a group channeling exercise, this student brought through the most amazing, pure message from home.  Another ah-ha moment I will always reflect back on.  She was so proud of herself later and claimed that is seemed effortless.

 Witnessing  connection to Spirit through students realizing their abilities is such a blessing to me.  It’s not because I’m an incredible teacher.  It’s just because I know a few trusted roadways and maps on how to get to the light.

Life is about taking the leap and trusting.  You never know what you’re able to do until you try.

 

Blessing the Land and Honoring Those Who Went Before Us ~

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Blessing the Land and Honoring Those Who Went Before Us

I never quite know what kinds of requests I’m going to receive, and when I got this one it was a shocker for me (yes, I still get shocked over things…hahaha).  A client had been contacting me for clearings since she started working at a particular location and was still feeling “off”.  Her energy as well as the energy of other employees were low and drained as well as sales were not what they should be.  She then asked me to tap into the location where she worked to see if I picked up anything.

Energy is energy.  Just like a satellite signal can travel through your television station, I can trace and sense the energy of a location from a distance without being there.  We all have this ability, as do all animals.  When I tapped into the vibration I got the distinct feeling of a whirlwind of energy and FEAR OF DEATH coming through very loud and clear.  My client asked if this was affecting her health and her job, which it definitely was, as well as that of the other employees.  I caught the vibe that the place needed to be cleared and blessed, along with some shamanic work and that there were 4 or 7 souls that needed to be crossed over.

As I explained my findings, the client asked me, “Can you clear it?”  This area is a local Las Vegas housing community being built that is still under construction.  “How big of an area is it, ” I asked.  “Fifteen acres, ” she said.

Fifteen acres…..that’s a lot of land.  My ego mind began to fill with doubt and all the reasons why I shouldn’t, but my Spirit relaxed.  I told the client I would think about it and let her know.

I worked with the energies of the land from a distance, and the story began to unfold.  There was a small group of Native American Indians that utilized this land.  It was a place they would set up camp in the change of seasons as they migrated back and forth.  One day a group of soldiers came to make them move.  They wanted them to relocate.  They proclaimed that this was not the land of the Indians, though their ancestors had been using it for centuries.  Seven strong warriors from this tribe did their best to protect their land and their families.  They perished in a short-lived battle against the white soldiers and their armory of weapons.  The braves took out four of the soldiers during the fight.

The souls of the warriors and the soldiers were still tied to this land.  The Indians were incredibly angry over what transpired and vowed to never allow anyone to take their land from them.  This land was sacred.  It was a part of their heritage.  It was a part of them.  The soldiers were earthbound due to the trauma that had happened and in essence, their energy was being drained and used by the warriors to fuel their anger.  Imagine being trapped in a room, outnumbered by your greatest enemy.  Now imagine that same feeling, multiply it by a thousand and extend the time for all eternity.  Not such a pleasant predicament.

A few days ago, I drove out to the site with my 8-year-old son, Adam, who is also a sensitive and medium.  I hadn’t told him anything about what I’d felt.  I just told him I needed to make a stop at a place I was clearing on our way home from running errands.  As soon as we pulled onto the property my stomach began to churn.  I felt nauseous.  My head began to spin.  I pulled over and parked the car.  Adam told me that the spirits were not happy to have us there and that his stomach was hurting really bad.  I thought I was going to vomit, so we got out of the car for a few minutes before leaving.  I’ve never had that strong of a reaction to any clearing work I’ve ever done, or any area I’ve been to, and I’ve been to some really dark places before.  I knew that this was not going to be an easy process.

With the Shamanic work I do, many earthbounds, especially the ones causing trouble, do not like me at all.  They will try to scare me, hurt me and cause me pain.  They sense that I am there to aid in their crossing and they are not too happy about it.  I made sure that Adam and I left quickly and we began to clear our energy and release the vibration that we’d walked into.  No wonder the client was feeling out of sorts!  There is no way I could concentrate with all that going on.

I sat in meditation with my guides about this location.  I was shown a way to connect to the souls of the soldiers during the full moon.  I used this opportunity to help them cross over.  This weakened the anger of the warriors and it also lessened their resolve.  They had been fully confident that the soldiers would remain with them as a form of punishment for what had happened.

I needed to be on site to finish the clearing and it had to be a time when the construction crews were not working.  The moving and shifting of the land caused great torture to the warriors.  There was no way I could reason with them while construction and building was going on.

Spirit showed me that today was to be the day.  I sat in deep trance before I left to the site.  The warriors wanted me to feel their pain, their sadness and their agony over being torn away from their families and all they loved in this world.  There was no honor in what had happened to them and to their people.  I allowed their emotions to pour through me as tears ran down my face.  I spoke to them of understanding betrayal and disrespect.  I projected my soul’s energy to them to prove to them that along my soul’s journey I have encountered similar experiences.  To stay in one place with such negative emotion was to hold constant to a lower vibration.  It was to be away from those that loved them and held them dear.  It was to be alone, not amongst great Spirit and their people.  Still, they held doubt.  I had them thinking, but not quite believing.

Each shift in consciousness begins with a baby step.  I was happy to know that I at least got them thinking.

I did not see these warriors as bad people or evil spirits.  I saw them as being in pain.  All anger is a result of pain, and they had lots to feel angry about.  My intention was yes, to clear the land for the client, but most of all my deepest purpose was to bring these brave men peace and rejoin them with their family.

I asked Great Spirit to allow me to be a vehicle to bring forth wisdom and healing.  Guidance brought through that I was to dress in the manner of my own ancestors out of respect for the warriors and their people.  With my hair braided and turquoise adorning my neck and ears, I began to make an offering to honor those who had made their life on this land.  Tobacco, sweet grass, sage, turquoise stones and other rocks filled the medicine bag and soon I was out the door and on my way.

I arrived on site and was guided to build a medicine wheel near the back of the property that is closest to BLM land.  My guides told me it was important that the clearing and blessing be complete by noon, so I wasted no time getting started.  I began to build a medicine wheel out of rocks, and as I did so, the warriors gathered around me.  They were quite curious as to what I was doing but asked no questions. They did not try to hurt me.   Sweet grass was used to call in the ancestors, the grandmothers and grandfathers who walked the land before us and tribute was paid to the four directions and elements.  I entered the wheel and began sacred prayer of blessing and clearing.  I called to the warriors and told them I meant them no harm.  I was there to help them heal and release their pain.  This place was to be used by others now, as a community for others to share and experience love and prosperity with their own families.  As I spoke the words and opened my heart a crowd gathered inside the wheel.  Loved ones, power animals and the souls of other warriors stood with me.  We are all one, I told the warriors.  We are all connected.  Your blood is our blood.  Your pain is our pain.  Our light is your light.  Allow us to truly pay honor to you and this land by helping you to cross over to those you love so dearly. Let go of the anger and allow this land to thrive once more.

The beauty and emotion experienced in those moments that the warriors entered the wheel and were led home will forever be imprinted upon my heart and my soul.  It was a sacred, holy instance and I am grateful and honored to bare witness to such a miracle.  Their homecoming and celebration continues, I’m sure.  Many gathered to lead them home.

I got back into my car, looked at the clock to see it was 12:00pm on the dot!  All in divine time.  A feeling of peace washed over me and my heart seemed to feel a bit larger knowing that these brave warriors were finally free.  The Universe is much lighter and brighter tonight as these brave souls released their trauma and entered once again into the loving vibration of Great Spirit.

Are You Ready to Let Go? (A Message From Arch Angel Michael)

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Are You Ready to Let Go?

( A Message From Arch Angel Michael )

 

Are you willing to let go of the false beliefs you cling to so tightly?  Are you ready to break free of the mold you’ve patterned yourself and your behaviors to exist within? Are you ready to CLAIM and LIVE your GREATNESS?

You have a calling.  That calling is to be the authentic you, the one that resides within your heart.  Your authenticity knows not of stress, prejudice or anguish.  The authentic you is the God/Goddess within you that knows with all the certainty of the Universe that you are worthy of love and joy beyond imagination.  To embrace these truths and this authenticity is to walk the path of ascension and understanding.

You read of others who have walked before you – the Buddha, the Christ, the Magdalene – what qualities did these human beings embody to achieve the level of light and power they personified?  What about them was different, and can all human beings exist in this same vibration?

Those whom you refer to as Masters and Saints had the inner knowing of their light and worth.  Not only did they acknowledge this and live within their light’s full frequency, but they also accepted it fully and completely.

This is the key.  This is the magic wand that will open the doorway to prosperity and abundance.

When you exist within a vibration of lack and fear, it is not in accordance with the inherent beacon of unconditional love that radiates inside your very heart, and indeed within your soul DNA structure itself.  When you downplay your strengths and capitalize upon your perceived weaknesses, you deny the very existence of Creator within you.

Why deny what is rightfully yours and the most incredible loving part of your being?  If you are born with green eyes, yet wear brown contacts, are your eyes still not green?  There is no running away from the truth.  You can disguise it.  You can stretch it to suit your fancy, but the truth always remain intact.  You are a being created in the likeness of all that is light and all that is pure and holy.  The energy and spark of Creator beats within your very heart.

To refuse the light that is you means you will encounter many opportunities to change your perception.  Situations will present where you will be tested and presented with experiences that can allow you to embrace the truth and release the falsity that you cling to.  These things happen not to punish you, but to act instead as lessons to teach and guide you.

And such is the duality of spirit living within physical form; the self-deception that you are separate from Creator, that God does not exist within you but instead in some far-away place that is unreachable or too difficult to access.

We are all one, Dear Ones.  There is no separation.  We are of one heart and created from the same vibration of unconditional love.

Accept this as truth.  Know it within and you will never be without.

Why Isn’t it Easy to be Your own Cheerleader?

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Why Isn’t it Easy to be Your own Cheerleader?

We’ve ALL been there…self criticism, lack of trust, poor self-image, beating ourselves up inside…the patterns can seemingly be endless and unwavering.  Yet, if we happen to see someone else we know doing the same thing, we rush over and deny all of their supposed short comings and remind them how wonderful they are.  Haven’t you experienced this?  Your friend or family member starts on their list of why they are stupid, ugly, unlucky, too poor, too fat, unlovable and you see anything BUT all those horrible things they proclaim.

So why is it then, that we appear to have blinders on when it comes to seeing our own truth and indeed our own greatness?  What is it about our human mind, ego or spirit that causes us to look for the negative within self first instead of seeing the goodness?

I’ve pondered this question over and over, throughout many meditations, therapy sessions, seminars and sleepless nights.  The subject has appeared to have power over me, and yet instinctively I know, that if I believe in any falsehoods about myself it is still my choice – no one is controlling me or my thoughts to belittle myself.  That’s all me.

So why do it?  What purpose does it serve?  It definitely is NOT a motivator.  If I were to stare into a mirror and constantly repeat, “I’m so ugly,” over and over and over again, it certainly doesn’t make me feel any better about myself and I wouldn’t be rushing out to make any changes to my appearance.

What if self-doubt is all part of this game, this experience of being a spirit within a human form?  What if the big lesson is that we have the chance, and in fact the divine assignment, to realize we ARE more than enough?  That we are, in fact, God/Goddess within a physical form?

Hmmmmm…..let that sink in a moment.

Why let our society set the standard of what is beautiful?  Successful?  Religious?  Abundant?  If you feel the push or the urge to better yourself because YOU want to, that is a wonderful thing to be commended.  But if you are spending your time and effort to become something because you think that is what is expected, I would urge you to find a dear friend and confide in them your thoughts.  Ask for their honest opinion.  I bet you will find it differs from your own.

This path to ascension that everyone talks about has many steps and many pathways, yet the goal is the same: to move upwards to a higher vibration and understanding.  I believe that a major part of that is realizing and accepting that spark of God within us.  And not just accepting it, but letting it shine for the rest of the world to see!

The next time you hear that negative self talk in your head telling you that you can’t or that you are undeserving, STOP.  Be your own cheerleader.  Think of your best friend telling you the same scenario and then think of how you would respond.  Would you be critical? Would you point out all their downfalls?  Or would you be compassionate?  Supportive?  Understanding?

Just as we are here to understand that there is more to life than just a physical form, there is also more to life that our limiting views we place upon ourselves.  There is so much to be experienced as we recognize the God/Goddess energy within us all.  It isn’t about looking like a person on the cover of a magazine or having the most money in the bank.  It’s about owning our light and our perfection just the way we are.

Think about it….would you ever see Buddha in a gym working on losing weight or bulking up those muscles?  OR how bout Jesus trying to increase his bank account?  Mother Teresa getting some work done?

I’m guessing, no, you would not.  Unless of course, that’s what they really wanted for themselves.

Cheer on, cheerleaders.  You are MORE THAN worthy of all life’s opportunities and blessings.

Great Expectations…

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Great Expectations

Where are our expectations?  How much time do we use expecting something to happen?  Someone to react in a certain way?  A situation to turn around to our liking?

The very definition of expectation is: the act or state of looking forward or anticipating.

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So is expectation then a positive or a negative force?  That is for each individual to decide on their own.  I, however, got a big dose of discernment on this subject within the last few days.  What I realized about my expectations was that they were not serving my higher purpose.  Allow me to explain.

My daughter, Alexis, turned 17 years old yesterday.  We are in that stage of our mother/daughter relationship where she is fighting to assert her independence and I am struggling to maintain healthy boundaries for her.  Welcome to the life of parenting a teenager!  Yes, I was one of them….once, and a very long, long time ago.

We wanted to do something special for Alexis and enlisted one of her good friends to plan a surprise party for her.  Lots of planning, sneaking and shopping went into getting all the details just right for the big surprise.  We all waited in anticipation for Alexis to walk through the door of the clubhouse so we could rush out and welcome her into her special celebration.  She was surprised, no doubt, and went around the room hugging each of her friends and thanking them for being there.  I waited for my turn, so happy that we’d pulled off the big secret, which was my idea after all.

Alexis came over to where I was and I waited for the biggest mommy/daughter hug ever.  Instead, what I got was, “Are you staying?”

I was crushed!  I had put so much time and effort into all this.  How selfish she was!  Couldn’t she understand?  I was hurt in the very place in my heart that had motivated me to create such an experience for her.  I foolishly mumbled something to her about what a way to say thank you and drifted back into the sidelines inside the kitchen, which is where I planned to stay for the majority of the evening anyway.

I began to let these feelings stew inside me, not realizing they were triggering so much more than just a simple remark.  All those doubts, non-acceptance, and unworthiness began to bubble up to the surface.  So much emotion came forward.  When I reached a quiet time, within the following days, I asked for assistance from my guides.

“What did you honestly expect?  Did you expect a 17-year-old girl to put your feelings first?  You know she appreciated it.  For her to show you accolades in front of her friends is not her personality style.  You know this.  Why allow your feelings to be hurt over something that is not out of the norm?

What was your motivation in creating this evening for her?  Was it with the intention that you would be awarded a prize?  Did you want acknowledgement from her and her circle of friends as to what a wonderful mother you are?  If this is the case, then it is indeed time you look closely at your actions, Dear One.  I feel that you did this to make your daughter happy, plain and simple.  It was to alleviate some of the sadness that has come up recently and the party was to make her feel special and surround her with friends.  Was that not your motivation?  And did you not succeed?  Could you see she was having a wonderful time?”

Those words sunk in deep.  Wow….why was I reacting so strongly to this?

“You react in this fashion, my dear, because you expect from others all those things you want to feel for yourself.  When instead, you can really only place expectations on yourself and no one else.  To anticipate how another person will react is in reality trying to control the outcome of a situation.  Can you see this?  And indeed, in many instances expectation can be a form of self sabotage.  For if the person or situation does not meet your expectation, then you can justify all those false beliefs and fears that hide away in the recesses of your ego mind.  This is why all those other feelings you’ve been experiencing have come to the surface.”

This all made so much sense to me.  It was as if a light bulb suddenly clicked on.

“You cannot set an intention for someone else.  You can only control yourself and your own circumstance.  This is not to say that you should allow anyone to treat you with disrespect, for that is something entirely different – that is setting a boundary of what you will and will not accept.  Your expectations should only be directed at yourself and how you intend to act, feel and react.  Look at your motivations and base them solely on your own behaviors and intentions.  Your intention in this instance was to make a wonderful evening for your darling daughter.  And this came to fruition, did it not?  If you base your actions in expectation of how someone else will react or treat you, then your intention is not coming from the highest and purest vibration.  Many times, it is easy to fall into the trap and pattern of always wanting something in return.  But to merely accept your actions and intentions as positive and release the reaction  and expectation of others is to truly be in a place of peace and balance.  You do not require anyone’s approval but your own.

See this only as the lesson that it is.  Feel not failure or judgment about it.  You’ve learned and you’ve grown.  This is was all experiences bring to your life.  It is all good.”

With those words I was left with an incredible feeling of lightness within my heart.  It felt literally like a weight had been taken from my body.  The heaviness of confusion and self-criticism left my being.  I was in a state of peace.

I’ve learned to let go of the expectation of what and how I think other people in my life should react to my own actions.  This is a freedom I have not felt before, except perhaps when I was a very small child.  It is a place of adaptation and acceptance.  It is a freedom to be in the flow of life moment to moment.

Great expectations I only place upon myself and in doing so I receive the greatest gift of all.

Being an Intuitive Mom is Not So Easy…..

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Being an Intuitive Mom is Not So Easy….

This past week has been an upheaval of emotions, lessons and stress for me and my son, Adam.  He came home from school sick on Wednesday afternoon with food poisoning symptoms and did not recover as quickly as we’d anticipated.  So a trip to the doctor was in order.  Friday morning he woke up in severe pain with most of it radiating on the right side of his abdomen where his appendix is located.  All his other symptoms were in line to point to this diagnosis as well, and I wanted some answers.  Off to Urgent Care we went.

I’d been giving Adam healing treatments, Reiki, and checking in with my guides along the way.  But when that “Mom” gene takes over, it is very difficult to get a clear read, especially when your own child is in pain.  All you want it to do is stop.  All you want is to see that little face smile and hear a familiar giggle or two.

We arrived at Urgent Care right when they opened but we still had many people in front of us.  A short time later we were escorted back to the triage room where Adam’s vitals were taken.  I was shocked to learn he’d lost 3.5 pounds in a just a few short days.  Off to the exam room we went.

The doctor was thorough and kind.  He examined Adam’s belly and my poor baby winced every time he was pushed and prodded.  Tests were ordered, including a blood work up to see where his stats were.  We completed a few of the other tests and soon a nurse came into the room to administer the blood test as well as start an IV, as Adam was quite dehydrated.

Once Adam knew that his blood was going to be taken, he began to panic.  Typical kid, right?  Heck…who am I kidding?  Typical pretty much anybody!  The nurse had difficulty starting a line in because Adam was dehydrated and so after poking him twice, she stopped.  She said we would just go do the x-rays and that she’d give him some time to calm down.  Thinking we had a short break, Adam began to calm down and he started to relax.  I began to work with his energy to release any false beliefs held in fear, an exercise Adam is comfortable with and knows very well.

Then a male nurse came into his room.  He was accompanied by the first female nurse who had tried to take Adam’s blood and start the IV the first time.  He said they were going to try again, because the test was very important.  There was a distinct possibility of Adam having to go to the Children’s ER and we would know more based on a blood test.

Adam’s reaction to this male nurse was not typical.  Even before he announced that he was going to take blood, Adam was cringing at the sight of him.  My son is very sociable and friendly, so I was taken back from his reaction but could not concentrate on it or read into it as I knew what else was going to happen – the blood draw.  Adam began to tense up and squirm as the two nurses held his arm and felt for a vein.  The first time they tried, Adam moved his elbow and the vein shifted so they were unsuccessful.  He cried and I tried my best to distract him and have him concentrate on me.

The medical team then moved to the back of Adam’s hand to try again.  He looked at the male nurse and said, “You’re not putting that needle in me.  Not this time.” The male nurse ignored him, and began telling me how unwilling Adam was to cooperate.  I still tried to calm my baby.  I watched as the nurse got the needle under the skin, missed the vein and began to move the needle around under the skin trying to nick a portion of it to start the blood flow.  With each movement of that needle, Adam became more enraged.  It seemed like it went on for minutes, but I’m sure it was finished sooner than that.  The male nurse removed the needle and declared that Adam had flattened his veins because he was so much in fear.  The nurse said that Adam’s “fight or flight” reflex had kicked in, and all the blood from his arms and legs was drawing into the core of his body for protection.

We were soon sent to get x-rays, and as I stood outside the room, I began to see a hologram began to take shape in front of me.  Suddenly I saw a scene play out.  This happens quite frequently when I tap into someone’s past life history.  I don’t know why it presents this way, or why I seem to be able to see this, it just IS this way.

The scene showed a young G.I. in military garb with a helmet on being taken into a room forcibly.  He was fighting the entire time as two men strapped him down on a table, taking his helmet off after he was secured.  As I stared at his face, I saw an energy that was so familiar.  Suddenly the G.I. was staring at a larger man hovering above him who was holding something in his hands.  I looked at this man and felt the energy of the male nurse, who had tried to take Adam’s blood earlier.  I heard the young G.I.  scream, “You’re not putting that needle in me this time.  I won’t let you do it.”  I suddenly knew why that soldier’s energy seemed so familiar.  This was my son in an earlier lifetime.  He’d been tortured by this crazy doctor from the opposing side of a war.

As I began to fathom all this information that came forward, Adam finished his x-ray and we went back to the exam room.  It all made sense.  The puzzle pieces began to fit together.  Adam has had his blood taken many times, even more dehydrated than what he was, and though he was not fond of the process, he did not react this strongly or as aggressively as he did this time.  The underlying trigger of this past life remembrance obviously influenced his actions.

I felt like a failure.  How could I have this “gift” and not have seen this playing out the way it did?  Why was I unable to protect my precious son from such trauma?  As my guides began to rally around us, I wanted no part of what they had to say.  I closed myself off to their guidance and explanations.  All I wanted was relief for my son.  I spoke to the doctor about what to watch for and promised I would keep Adam hydrated at home.  I did not want them to try again to start a line of fluid for him.  We went home from there and began to push fluids, which surprisingly now he was able to keep down without any problems.

“Why does God want me to be sick, Mommy?” Adam asked as he was laying on the couch.  “Why would he let me feel pain?”  I told him that I wasn’t sure how God’s mind worked, but that I was sure he did not like Adam to be sick.  Maybe God was trying to teach him to make sure he kept drinking fluids, or maybe his body needed to be reminded of something.  Adam then began to cry, “So I caused all this?” he asked.  My heart began to break.  I assured him that it wasn’t his fault and that it was mine for not making sure he was doing what his body needed.

I struggled to find the higher purpose in all this.  I wanted an answer and I wanted a LOGICAL answer not a foo-foo shee-shee beat around the bush ascension answer.  I wanted the plain and simple truth.  When I got to a place of quiet, I asked for my guides to have a pow wow.  It seems as if the Angels were conversing among themselves as to how to answer my question.  Michael stepped forward and said:

“For you to understand the purpose of this would mean that you would have to be detached from your son.  Therefor you cannot have complete understanding.  But you can move to a place of acceptance; acceptance that you do not have all the answers, for you do not contract for the lessons of another soul.  May I remind you, Dear One, that now with the awareness of this other lifetime, you can assist Adam in healing on all levels just as you have so many others.  Do you know the weight this will lift from him in his years to come?  It is not merely the karma he has with that man, but it is the fear and sickness you can also help in clearing.  YOU have that control; the ability to be the way-shower, the tender heart of compassion and kindness through your gifts and energy of the soul that you are.  You do not have control to impead upon another’s lessons or their path for that is in direct contrast to the concept of free will.  This is not your cross to bear.  Do not take ownership of another’s lessons.  Instead of focusing on the lack and where you feel you have failed, instead see the good that can come of this situation.  You block not only your own light when you choose these negative vibrations, but you also block the light that you could be giving to others. “

His words sunk in on a deep level.  I took a deep breath and allowed them to wash over me.  I realized that I had not willingly subjected my son to this experience, but that for whatever reason I needed to accept it and move forward.  I began working with Adam’s higher self to clear the past life triggers.  It was as simple as setting an intention and it was complete.  Adam began feeling better quickly.  He bounced back with no further mention of what had happened.

I realized I could learn a lot from my son.  He is transparent.  He allows his feelings to come to the surface, not afraid to hide them.  When he expresses them, they flow through him and he moves on.  There is no harboring of negative emotion.  There is just light.  Plain and simple.

I am blessed with the most amazing teacher in my life.  Thank you, Adam.  Being a mom who can see into other realms and pick up on energies isn’t easy, but you sure make it all worth it.

Did You Want Fries With That ???

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Did You Want Fries With That ???

 

I recently received a call from a potential client.  I answered my business phone and the following conversation ensued:

Client:  “I would like to book a fifteen minute session.”

Me:  “Great.  What type of session are you interested in?”

Client:  “I want to know about each of my past lives, the name of my soul mate, where he is, how I can turn my health around and what I can do about my career.”

Me:  “Did you want fries with that?”

Client:  silence…click

Now, to know me is to know my inability to hold back on sarcasm, but it’s also to know that when asked to do the impossible I will speak the truth about it.  In this case, I was put off by the woman’s expectation that I could hand her all this information in a mere 15 minutes.  It was as if she were ordering her lunch off a menu.

This is what I consider, “drive-thru mentality.”

We, as a society, have become accustomed to instantaneous gratification.  You want an answer?  Go to the internet.  You want entertainment?  Turn on the tv.  You want healing?  Take a pill.  You want a hot meal in 10 minutes or less?  Go to the drive thru.

 I am not in judgment of this woman, who I am sure will not call me back (don’t have to be psychic to figure that out!).  I am, however in observation of the actions and expectations we can have that are not exactly healthy.  It is very easy to put responsibility onto other people for figuring out our lives, our problems, our health issues and our futures.  In fact, it is much EASIER to put off that responsibility and not OWN it.  If we claim it, then we are accountable for our actions and our reactions.  I am blessed that I AM responsible for the interactions I have with clients, and this was one that I knew would not be simpatico!

It makes me wonder, though, how often do we give our power away?  When we seek advice from professionals, are we taking everything they have to offer at face value?  Or do we step back and ponder what of this resonates with us?  What can we keep and what can we leave for someone else?

 I am a firm believer in consulting the advice of others, for I know I am far from an expert in many things.  But if something doesn’t set right with me, I prefer to let it go.  As I let it go, I take responsibility for my choice, my decision, and my path.  How easy is it to fall into the pattern of allowing others to make those decisions for you?  Think about it…when was the last time you heard the excuse:

“Well, my doctor said it would help.  It doesn’t really work, but I’m still taking it.”

“I know it’s not good for me, but….”

“The infomercial told me I’d lose all the weight if I just did this.”

“The credit card company let me increase my balance, so…”

“I know I shouldn’t but he told me he was lonely…”

How could all of these situations changed, if the person going through it had sat with the issue and really asked guidance if it was right for them?  When you tap into Spirit you are tapping into your power.  You are activating your soul and not reacting within the physical.

Spirit is a connection that is with you 24/7, lifetime after lifetime.  It’s open all day and all night and you never have to worry if the energy is going to be too hot, or too cold.  It’s always just right.  There is no line to wait in, no dollar menu and you will never have your order screwed up.  Whatever you ask for will come through, just make sure your order is clear and concise.  And Spirit always, without a doubt, has the BEST happy meals.  You don’t even have to be a kid to enjoy them.

I realize my flip response to this woman may not have been what many consider the “right” way to handle things, but it was my way to handle the situation and it worked for me.  And deep down, I know it got my point across in a light hearted way as opposed to a ten minute conversation as to why what she was asking was impossible.  Sometimes, laughter and humor is the best option and a wonderful teaching tool.

Super Size that one…. 🙂

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The winner is decided by public voting.  You can vote once a day up to and including March 19th.  Please click HERE to cast your vote.  I appreciate your support and am very excited to be a part of this incredible contest.  So honored and grateful for the nomination.

C’Mon – Get OVER it Already…Really?

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C’Mon – Get OVER it Already…

How many times have you heard that phrase – “Get over it!”  I’m guessing, quite a lot.  From the time of childhood scrapes and falls to later on break-ups and upsets, the seasoned advice from our elders and peers can take the form of mandated , obligatory swallowing of emotion and unexpressed feelings.

Why?  Because it’s the right thing to do?  Because you are stronger if you don’t show how you feel?  Does it make you look better if you don’t express that let-down, the anger, the pain or the sorrow that brims up within you?

NO.

That’s not the reason for the, “Get over it” many people advise.  They say these words and offer this response because they are uncomfortable with expression, especially of subjects like pain, shame or loss.

Who determines when we are clear?  When we have resolved old energies that have sat within us?  Who sets the bar of the level of acceptable healing and expression?

WE DO.

If you allow anyone else to decide your comfort and expression for you, then you are truly holding back on yourself and willingly giving away your power.

Many of the issues in the world today are caused because of lack of communication, expression and the rush to just “get over” things.  And when families adopt this as their pattern, generations are imprinted with the philosophy that pushing the pain down is the best way to deal with life.  Want to know why things like cancer, heart disease and stroke are hereditary?  Take a look at how these families deal with life and their emotions.   It goes way beyond a simple predisposition of dis-ease.

Now it’s very easy to get caught up in the play by play – retelling the same story over and over, explaining your feelings and emotions.  Sometimes an addiction can form by identifying so much with the drama of the story itself, as well as the reactions given when the story is shared.  That is something quite different from suppressing trauma.

I am reminded of an incident that happened when I was six years old and in first grade.  A little boy, named Sean, came up behind me while we were in line getting ready to go back to class from recess.  He lifted up my skirt, pulled down my underwear and kissed my butt cheek.  I was mortified.  I began crying uncontrollably and ran to tell the teacher.  I explained what happened, and Sean was punished.  I was sent to the restroom to wash my face, but still the tears kept coming.  I could not stop crying.  I returned to class and much to my teacher’s dismay, it was quite apparent that I had not calmed down.  I remember her grabbing me by my shoulders, looking down at me and grimacing, “It’s done.  It’s over.  Get over it. Suck it up and move on.”  She shook me by my shoulders and I was scared to the point that I knew I needed to stop crying.

Get over it.

To anyone else, this may have been an overreaction of a six-year-old girl who was embarrassed to have her underwear pulled down.  But to someone who’d been sexually abused, like I’d been, it was something entirely different.  I had never been able to tell anyone about my uncle that molested me.  I was told to keep it a secret, and I did – for decades.  Who knows if the truth would’ve come out that day if I could have let the rest of that pain and shame out.  It’s a possibility.  Maybe the abuse would’ve stopped.  Maybe my entire life would’ve been different.  Who knows.  I don’t put that responsibility on my teacher, but I use this as an example that we never really know all that goes in another’s life other than what we see on the surface.  To hold them to a personal standard or  curtail their expression because it’s more convenient is a travesty.

 Want to know what happens to those emotions and pain that we readily stuff down?  They manifest in the physical.  That energy has to go somewhere.  Many times it will appear through personality traits and redirection, but that only allows so much release.  Until an emotion is dealt with and healed, it lays buried in the physical body expressing itself in a much different way.  Sometimes the pain is so deep seeded, that the only way for the brain to deal with it is to hide the memory.  This can result in PTSD, personality dissociation, and many other psychological issues.  Because once again, that energy has to go somewhere.

I was diagnosed with ovarian issues at the age of twelve and had to have my first female exam at that time.  I’d had a lady family doctor, so going to see an OB/GYN freaked me out enough, but knowing that I would have a male doctor was much worse.  This man was an old school MD.  His office was dark, with paneled walls and a musty smell.  His desk sat on one side of the room and the exam table was on the other side of the room.  We sat and discussed my symptoms, and soon I was directed to get into a gown, lay on the table and place my feet in the stirrups.

The first thing I noticed when the doctor came back into the room was the heat coming from the lamp at the end of the table as he moved it closer to me.  The second thing I noticed was that he didn’t put exam gloves on.

He began his examination, which was quite painful, and I began to cry.  I was embarrassed.  I wanted to die.  I wanted him to stop.  He said he’d found a “blockage” and proceeded to get a set of surgical scissors and without any numbing agents cut me.  I screamed as he did this and began to move from the table, trying to escape.  He held my legs down and scolded me, telling me not to be a baby, that it didn’t hurt that bad.  And as he grabbed tissues and began mopping up the blood, he said, “Get over it.  You have nothing to cry about now.”

Get over it.

Well, things didn’t work out that way.

Those memories and experiences took their toll on me, both physically and emotionally.  They shaped my life and by not releasing them, I faced several hurdles I had to cross.  In my late thirties, this all came to a head, when one night I was pushed down on my bed by a trusted member of the family.  He had followed me into my room, told me he loved me and wanted me for himself.  For the first time in my life I stood my ground and said No.  I pushed back at him and demanded that he leave.  And that is when the childhood memories started to slowly come up to the surface.  That one intense experience, where I was able to align with my power, opened a door that had been closed for sometime.

Within a few weeks, after severe bouts of pain, I had an ovarian cyst burst.  As I moved through feeling the physical trauma, the emotions that I had hidden away for such a long time came flooding back into my conscious memory.  I relived the experiences of abuse starting from the age of three and going on until I was eight years old.  I didn’t have the perception then, that I do now, to know that this was a process of release.  The emotions had stored in my sexual organs (the ovaries) and when the cyst burst, by feeling the physical pain, the emotion came forward as well.  That energy was released, so the memories were released right along with it.

I can tell you with all honesty that this event turned my life upside down.  When I looked for support and assistance in working through this, I turned to a friend who happened to be in the alternative health field as well.  She told me about imbalances she was picking up in my energy field, and I told her what I was feeling in regards to the sexual abuse, which I believed was causing the issue.  Her reply back to me was, “Get over it.  In fact get the f*** over it.  It’s in the past.  You will never be able to do the work you need to do here until you get over it.”

Get over it. Get the f*** over it.

While all of these people who gave this advice may have meant well, their words burned into my mind and even deeper into my soul.  I believed myself to be weak and inept at breaking free of the heaviness of guilt, shame and pain.  But one thing was very clear to me – I could not just “get over it.”  There was no magic wand, no prayer, no ritual or therapy that would instantly sweep all those lower emotions from my mind.  I had to feel them.  I had to express them.  I had to purge them from my very existence until I could feel them no longer.

I couldn’t get over it.  I had to move through it.

There are still times when I will be triggered.  A photo will come up that reminds me of a memory of that time, or someone will mention something else that takes me back.  I will be saddened, but now instead of pushing those emotions away, I allow myself to feel them.  By doing so, I am healthier, happier and much cleared than I’ve been before.

Don’t hold back on yourself by allowing someone to dictate your level of expression.  Move through the emotions at your own speed. No other soul walks the path of your journey.  There is never a time limit for healing.