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

The Dark Side of Living in the Light

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The Dark Side of Living in the Light

Catchy title, right?  Not wishing to be dramatic here.  Just telling it like it is.

For some people, living in “the light” means being of a higher vibration and seeing that vibration in all of existence.  That is beautiful, amazing and wonderful.  It is possible to find your Zen and look at life from the higher perspective and realize that no matter what happens in the lifetime, you are a soul with a continuous stream of existence.

For other people, they find their spirituality within the light by adapting belief systems and practices that allow them to feel closer to their higher power.  This too, is an incredible way of life.

And still others take on roles as light workers, healers, ministers and such to help people open up to their light, to empower them to embrace their spirit and their strength.  Many of these Spiritual teachers and leaders teach that we are of a vibration now where darkness no longer exists, while others will pound the reality of evil into the forefront of their teachings to elicit fear.

So where is reality in all this?

I believe we create our own reality through our perspective.  If you believe that we are living in a higher dimension right now where no dark energies can be present, then that is your reality.  If you believe you have to adhere to certain rules and rituals because the devil waits for you around each corner, then that is your truth.

I never really believed in curses or spells.  Sure, I liked to play witch when I was a little girl and was known to play with candles when I wasn’t supposed to.  I was drawn to ancient Egyptian texts at a young age and marveled at their rites and incantations used in ceremony.  I thought it magical.  I respected their devotion to their faith.  But that, honestly, was about it.

Then began my studies in Native American Shamanism.  I was part of ceremonial practices and could feel Spirit and energy all around me.  It wasn’t a spell.  I wasn’t directing negativity to anyone.  It was beautiful, engaging, entrancing and LIGHT!  The connection made my heart sing.

As I dug deeper into my spiritual learning, I still held a disregard for curses, believing that only those in a state of fear and adhering to a particular belief system could be affected by such things.  I gave this practice no power whatsoever.  Even when my teachers would explain about psychic warfare and how to combat it, I would go to my happy place in my mind.  Those things had nothing to do with me.  They were for other people, not as “light” as me of course, to deal with in their reality.

And then I got my first attachment.  It hit me hard.  I was depleted, mentally, physically, emotionally and definitely spiritually.  I thought I was losing my mind.  I couldn’t concentrate, didn’t want to move and definitely felt like leaving this life would be the best choice I could make.  Thankfully, I turned to a trusted teacher and Shaman for help.  I thought it was something purely physical or perhaps I pulled something in from a client.

As I spoke to my Elder, he connected with my energy.  I could see him going into trance and taking inventory of my field.  Within moments he told me each physical symptom I was having, the negative thoughts I’d been experiencing as well as visions of a man I’d been working with.  He went on further to explain to me that this man had placed a negative entity into my energy field to weaken me and cause me harm.

I was dumbfounded.  Why would anyone want to do that?  I was very Pollyannaish about being of the light.  I thought as long as I did my light work I got a free pass on negativity.

Ummmm….NO!  Even as I write that statement I cringe.  And I laugh.

My wonderful teacher explained to me the importance of boundaries – physical, emotional and energetic.  He also enforced and reiterated the tools I had been taught but not practicing myself in regards to clearing and dealing with negative energies directed to cause and inflict harm.

My mind and heart went into fear.  Was I so weak that I allowed this person to harm me?  What would happen next time?  Why didn’t my guides let me know?  How can I be intuitive and not know this?

I saw the eyes of my teacher begin to sparkle and a smile paint across his compassionate face.  “What did you learn?”  He asked.  “What gifts were you given?  And Honey, if you expect your guides to give you ALL the answers you are barking up the wrong tree.  If they gave you all the answers why would you be here?  You would stay on the other side.”

I sat with that.  Long and hard I sat with that.  I began to realize that life is a learning curve.  Each experience gifts us an opportunity to discover something new.

Doing this work for going on 20 years now, I’ve witnessed and experienced more than my share of light and dark.  I believe we can’t have one without the other – not on this Earth plane.  We come here to experience both and to learn from each.  And then we have a choice.  Which will we allow to be the driving force in our life, good or evil?

Yes, there are curses, spells, negative entities, demons, dark dimensional beings, psychic attacks and other creepy crawlies in existence.  But that doesn’t mean we have to bury our heads in the sand or hide under the covers.  Knowledge, as they say, is power.  There are tools to deter each of these scenarios and just because something is out there doesn’t mean you will experience it.

Every bad thing that happens in your life isn’t because of a curse or some sorcerer conjuring black magic.  Take responsibility for your life, meaning – your BODY, your MIND and your ENERGY. When all are in good working order with proper boundaries in place, no darkness can come through.

A Mother’s Love Never Ends

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An Unforgettable Mother’s Day Experience

Each year, when Mother’s Day comes around, I am reminded of this experience I had several years ago.  I wrote this article for a magazine and share it with you now in honor of all the Moms out there who care so deeply for their children.

 

A Mother’s Love Never Ends

My Mother’s Day experience a few years ago was one of those “ah-hah” moments that God so wonderfully puts in our path to teach us life lessons of love and wisdom.  Every year when Mother’s Day comes around, I am reminded of this event that so deeply impacted my life.

My husband was scheduled for an 11 hr shift at work putting him out of the house from 10am until 9pm.  This did not leave much time for us to celebrate Mother’s Day as a family, meaning more specifically him keeping our three kids in line while I was able to relax.  I was disappointed, but completely understood and was concentrating on the fact that my wonderful husband took an entire week off work the previous week so that I could attend a seminar.  I continued throughout the day to try to push that “being a girl” side of me away – you know the one – that overly sensitive, emotional side – well, that did not work!  Trying to push that away only attracted those feelings to me more (Oh – don’t we all LOVE the LAW OF ATTRACTION!).  It was like trying to keep the bar of Dove Chocolate away from the PMS victim – it was NOT going to happen.  So I spent a good deal of my day being angry, feeling sorry for myself and listening to the kids fight, which I am sure was more than triggered by me being depressed.  I was not in one of those “love and light” type of moods, if you get my meaning.

My husband called to see if we would meet him for an early dinner at an Italian place near his work. We went and the restaurant was closed!  Mother’s Day dinner was taco shop for me, but at least I did not have to cook!  On the way home from dinner, we passed by the site of a horrific car accident that happened a few miles away from our home a week earlier.  The area where the accident had happened had been turned into a memorial with candles, balloons, and flowers.  As I passed, I saw him again just as I had seen him in the few days previous to this one.  There stood a little boy, looking lost and confused, just staring at the memorial.  I knew he was lost.  It did not register to him the extent of what happened and his soul had gone into shock, not able to cross over with the others.  Being a medium, I see spirits and feel them, but do not always go out of my way to help them cross.  At times, this is their lesson to remain earth bound, so it just depends on the energy.  Some have unfinished business, others are stuck.  As this is a planet of free will, I do not take it upon myself to help any spirit I might see cross over.  This boy, however, tugged at my heart.  As I passed by, I promised myself I would come back that evening, after things had calmed down with my kids and see if I could help him.

I returned later that night to still find him there, standing near the balloons and flowers.  I pulled off the road and onto the dirt lot where the memorial was placed.  One single candle was still burning.  It was surreal.  I had found his name through some research, as well as the name of his mother who had passed in the car crash.  He stood there listlessly staring at the street where the drunk driver had hit his family’s car.  Flashes of the accident went through my mind – the moments before impact when the children were laughing, when the mother and her sister were discussing their plans.  I saw the force of the collision and the SUV spin out of control, flip and burst into flames.  I heard the screams of everyone inside the car.  I knew as I saw these visions, that this poor child was seeing the same scene, played over and over.

Tears came to my eyes as I called in my guides and the Arch Angels Michael, Gabriel and Jophiel to assist me.  I asked Gabriel to make a vortex of light so that the boy could see it and pass through onto the other side.  As I spoke to the boy, he was unsure of what was happening as he moved toward me and walked in my direction.  I explained that his mother was waiting for him in heaven and that all was fine.  He saw the light and stepped towards it but was still hesitant.  I began to speak the words “I love you” in his language as his Mother reached out her hand to accept him into this tunnel of pure and divine love.  They embraced and looked over at me one last time as if to say thank you and then the tunnel closed.  I knew he had crossed and that his soul was at peace.  It was a beautiful and loving experience for me.  So many lessons I learned that Mother’s Day.

I have learned that the most loving gift and lesson I can ever have is to help another.  I have learned that when I get so wrapped up in my own “stuff” the best way to get out of it if to assist someone else.  The most precious thing I think any of us here on this planet can do is to serve others through love and compassion.  That can be through a smile, a touch, loving energy, watering a plant, patting a pet on the head or simply speaking the words, “I Love You”.  Know that we ALL make a difference here. We all have the ability to express ourselves through love and light.

This has taught me to be so grateful for what I do have in my life, and not concentrate on what is “missing”.  Please, give your children an extra hug today and know how blessed we all are for having them in our lives.

~*~

On a side note, a year or so later, I was at a dear friend’s home, who happens to be a healer.  I had a session with her in which she took several photos during the healing.  As we sat at her table while she uploaded the images, my eyes fixated on a photo laying in front of me.  I recognized the person in the image immediately.  The person in the photo was the boy’s mother.  She was in the photo, hovering above a man laying down on the healing bed.  It looked as if she was comforting him.  When I asked my friend about the picture she explained that this man’s family had been killed in a drunk driver car accident.  He had come to see her before he left the country to hopefully release the guilt and grief he’d been feeling.  I know with all my heart that I was meant to see this picture.  It was one more confirmation and a feeling of gratitude ran through me.

God gives us no coincidences.  It is up to us to see things as they are and revel in the miracles that surround us.

Happy Mother’s Day to all.

Love & Laughter,

Danielle

The Search for Truth, Proof and Pudding…

The PROOF is in the PUDDING.  Well, the first time I heard that saying, I went running for the fridge, threw open the door in wild abandon, grabbed my favorite chocolate jello pudding cup, and rushed to eat each bite.  But there was no toy inside, like the ones that came in my Frosted Flakes cereal.  What the heck was this “proof” the grownups were talking about?

I can’t begin to count how many times in my life someone has come to me and said, “Prove it!” In my life, work and belief system this happens quite frequently.  Believe it or not, everyone doesn’t exactly share my views on speaking to the dead, connecting with Angels, or reading energy.

Bummer.  They really don’t know what they are missing out on.

That saying, “The proof is in the pudding,” essentially means, that to full understand (test) something, you have to experience it yourself.  It’s so interesting to me, how people on the constant search for truth (or proving everyone else wrong) very rarely put themselves in the position to be open to the experience.  But when they do, amazing things can happen.

I am reminded of a man I met at an expo a few years back.  He would come into the room where I was giving Angel readings, look at the booth, walk back and forth and leave, only to come back fifteen to twenty minutes later and repeat the same process.  When I was not with a client, I finally asked the man if I could help him.  He began telling me how he though this reading stuff was all “Hooey” and he couldn’t believe that people actually were interested.  He started to ask me questions, “Do you believe in God while you’re doing this?  Are you connecting with the Devil?  How do you get your information?” and my most favorite, “What proof do you have that what you are doing works?”

With a smile on my face, I answered all his questions.  I explained to him that I do not read minds, although being a mom and wife I really wish I could, and that I connect with the Angels and Guides that present themselves for information.  So far as proof, I had many written testimonials present that he had read. but I also added that if he really wanted to know about any kind of proof, he should experience it himself.

The man pondered this for a few minutes.  I was waiting for him to leave the booth, when he sat down beside me and said, “Okay.  I’ll do it, but only a short one of those reading things.”

I touched his hands to connect with his energy and sensed a deep fear and frustration.  This man had become resentful and skeptical of life, looking for the negatives so that he could concentrate his energy in that flow.  I began to tell him what I was picking up on about his health, his personality, and his work.  The timer rang at the end of our ten minute session, but I was drawn to continue.  I was able to connect with the energy of his heart and all his goodness and changed things to a positive perspective he had not thought of in some time.  He began to weep.  Our short session lasted more than forty minutes and ended with a heartfelt hug.

The man went back into the main area of the expo.  Soon there was a long line at my booth, a result of this man sharing his experience with the rest of the crowd.  My skeptic became my biggest cheerleader!  And not because of me, but because he was willing to be open to the reading and his own realizations.

What if I had just blown him off when he began asking me all those questions?  We both would not have learned a very important lesson.  I learned to strive to see God’s light in everyone, no matter their attitude.  When you connect with another person’s heart, it is an amazing miracle and exchange of energy.

We are constantly on the search for proof and truth.  That’s the fun of being human though, right?  IF something doesn’t fit, we find something else that does.

 

I wanted to share some “proof” with you in a few videos I received from a dear friend.  These videos were taken on Christmas of  last year with a cell phone.

Angel at Christmas  In this video, you will see a light being to the right of the picture.  This figure was not seen while the video was being filmed.  Look at the reflection in the mirror as it appears there as well.

Angel at Christmas 2 This is a video taken moments later.  See how the dog, Nacho, is looking at the figure and is no longer interested in play time.

 

What are your thoughts on these videos?  I would love to hear your point of view.

 

Love & Laughter,

Danielle