Confirmations…And so it is!

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Confirmations…And So It Is!

Ever since I was a little girl and began to tap into my intuitive abilities, I wanted assurance that was I was feeling and sensing was “real”.  There has always been a need inside to provide some sort of evidence as to what I was feeling within my body and sensing inside my heart and mind.  As I got older, that same desire of proof was there, but had faded as I began to expand my intuition and trust in the insight that came through.

When information comes to me it hits me like a wave.  If you think of what its like to stand on a beach with the ocean water covering your ankles as you watch the tide come towards you, that’s similar to the energetics I receive when I pick up messages and insight.  I get a feeling of a vibration coming towards my field and then it hits me like a wave washing over me.  As more understanding comes through, the waves become higher and more intense.  I never know how long the process will take or when the direction of the awareness will change.  It literally for me is all about going with the flow.  I guess you could call it soul surfing.

My need for confirmation has changed, yet there are times when messages from Spirit come through that I will later turn to my guides and question them, “Really?”  Many of the things that come through in an intuitive or healing session do not make sense to me but have personal connection for the clients I am working with.  I find there is always a higher purpose in all situations no matter if I “get it” or I don’t “get it”.

I recently met with a beautiful young woman and her mother.  The teenage girl was quite gifted with her healing touch abilities as well as her amazing connection to the rock and crystal kingdom.  She had been bullied in school and labeled with various issues throughout her short life.  To recognize her inherent gifts would be a huge impact on her self-esteem and this is what I encouraged her to explore.  Her mother and she went to a local rock shop here in town to pick up some things so the teenage girl could start experimenting.  As soon as they arrived, the mother was put off by the energy in an area of the store and was feeling quite anxious.  She wanted to leave, but found her daughter happily exploring in another room of the shop so she decided to stay.  The young woman found a few stones that called to her and together they went to the register to pay for their purchase.  As they were checking out, the mother mentioned to the man helping them that her daughter was a natural healer and was learning more about her connection to rocks.  He asked the young girl, “Did you see the rubies behind you?”  She did not hear him, but the mother did.  “Did you say rubies?” she asked.  He nodded yes, and showed them the display.  This was a clear message from Spirit.

In her session, the girl had asked about her half-sister who had passed.  She wanted to know if she was okay now and if she had any messages for her.  The sister was doing wonderful and told my client to be on the look out for a special sign she would be sending her soon – A ruby.  My client’s sister’s name was Ruby and she wanted very much to give her validation and assistance with what she was going through in this time of her life.

What a beautiful blessing and gift.  When the mother told me of this, the tears began to flow as I once again felt the love between these two sisters.  It was also a nice confirmation to me that what I was seeing was real.

Earlier this week, I had the amazing opportunity to work with a client doing distance energy work.  I’ve worked with her several times and most recently she’d been feeling out-of-place, like she didn’t belong.  She’d gotten the intuitive nudge that she might possibly be a starseed or a starperson – a soul that has derived from another star system within the solar system.  So many of her feelings coincided with what many in this situation express.

I started with a basic chakra clearing and asked for her guides to be present.  This time, one guide I’d never seen stepped forward.  He was unlike any other light being I’ve met before.  He began to show me a technique of bringing golden light into her energy field and forming geometric shapes over and through her field.  He said that she originated from Orion and this was an ancient healing technique used there.  As her field and vibration increased, I began to see the most beautiful shapes form in front of her chakra system.  They were colorful and well-defined.  Starting at the root chakra, one pattern formed in front of it and then shot inside of the chakra itself with a surge of energy.  The guide called these formations, “The Flower of Life” and said that they would assist my client and bring her further understanding.  Her energy field was a whirl of activity, light and beauty at the end of the session.

Uhhhhhh……starpeople?  Orion? Flower of Life?  That’s a bit much for even me to swallow and I’m neck deep into the “woo-woo” stuff.  But It felt so right.  Being in the flow of the session I did not question it for a moment.  Later, when my ego mind and logic came into play, I began to doubt.

As I sat in my office pondering what had happened, I felt a familiar presence in the room.  It was Arch Angel Michael.  “Still looking for confirmations, huh?  You know there was a time when you just clapped your hands and said ‘AND SO IT IS’ and that was all there was to it.  So, Ms. Doubting Thomas, why don’t you look up The Flower of Life and see what it is?”

(and by the way, there is a part of me that finds it incredibly funny that I have no issue at all talking to Angels and carrying on conversations with them, but to think that other light beings really exist in other star system seems like a stretch for me)

What I found online amazed me.  It took my breath away.  I know of sacred geometry and astronomy, but I am not versed in those studies.  I had no knowledge of the impact of Orion to the ancients people of this planet, nor did I know that The Flower of Life was a symbol used in sacred geometry or that the two are tied together.  To discover that was a HUGE ah-hah moment for me.

Allow me to introduce, The Flower of Life…

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I share this with you, not to put myself up on a pedestal, for that is not my intent.  My intent is to show you that sometimes trust and faith are vastly underrated.  We can spend so much of our time searching for validation that we miss the gifts and blessings directly in front of us.  The only confirmation that you really need is that your intuitive guidance feels RIGHT for YOU.

And let me just finish that off with a loud clapping of my hands as I affirm, “AND SO IT IS!”

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Parenting the Intuitive Child

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Parenting the Intuitive Child

Last night I gave a lecture on Parenting the Intuitive Child at Spirit Within U here in Las Vegas.  Many parents and children were in attendance, and there were many who could not be there that wanted a recap of the evening.  Within this post you will find my lecture notes and later on today I hope to get the audio of the evening’s event posted online.  When I do, I will post the link here.

I can’t begin to explain the energy in the room or the magic that was created last night.  The excitement of parents and children coming together to learn was amazing.  Little ones from age three on up to young adults aged 18 and 19 were in the room all gathered for one purpose: to gain further understanding.

A five year old boy asked a question about a little girl he kept seeing in his house.  He wanted to know if she needed help and why.  He told me her name was, “Shiny” and that she’d been burnt in a fire.  The boy felt she needed help, but wasn’t sure what to do.  It literally brought tears to my eyes as I tapped into the energy he was experiencing as well as the plight of the little girl.  I explained to the boy that the little girl was frightened and confused.  When the fire happened in her house, she was afraid of the flames and the light and heat they gave off.  She became trapped and died there.  As the tunnel of light came down for her to cross over, she mistakenly thought that it was more light and flames from the fire and ran away, not knowing that this was a way home to the other side.  I walked the young boy through calling in Arch Angel Gabriel to help the little girl cross.  What a brave boy to ask such a question in a room of about 40 other strangers.  Such a bright light!

A ten year old girl wanted to know how to discern between “good” spirits and “bad” spirits.  I asked her how the apparition made her feel, letting her know that if she ever feels threatened or scared, she has the power to command any spirit to leave.  This beautiful young lady stayed for at least an hour after the lecture connecting with other children.  She came running up to me thrilled that she had met another telepath and told me she’d given him a past life reading and how they recognized each other.  At ten years old!!!!  WOW!

Many questions were asked from the audience, but even more questions came after the lecture.  One young woman had a dark attachment, another young man could not shut off the voices of spirits, a family had a dark energy in there home that waking there three boys, and a grandmother was awakened at night by the spirits of her deceased husband and friend.  They all wanted clarity and understanding.  They wanted answers.  They wanted solutions.

This is real, people.  This is how we begin.  You want the world to change?  These children are the a huge part of that shift towards making this planet a better place.  Let us empower them.  They have much to teach us.

My lecture notes follow.

Angel Blessings,

Danielle

 

What constitutes an Intuitive Child?

 There are many categories and definitions of “special children” in our society.  First came the Indigos, followed by the Crystals, then the Rainbows and now the Human Angels.  I could spend eons of time delving into the characteristics of each presumed label, but I prefer not to label children.  Instead, I prefer to recognize their strengths and empower them to utilize their gifts rather than confine them to a definition that society may place upon them.

 Intuition is derived by many different ways.  If your child seems to feel things on a deep level, they may also feel the emotions and energy of others, they are most likely an empath.  To see things outwardly, like energy and spirit forms as well as images from another’s memory, is to be clairvoyant.  If you hear things, spirit messages and energetic information, this is called clairaudience.  To feel and receive information about others through your primary senses is to be clairsentient.  To have clear knowing, where you just know something, like the thoughts pops into your head, is to be claircognizant.

 Is everyone intuitive?

Yes, we all have these abilities.  Children have very strong gifts because they come into this world wide open – their senses are heightened and they have no experience of people teaching them anything otherwise.

With the changes in energy most recently in December of 2012 all of these abilities have been heightened.

What makes me an expert on this subject?

I began seeing spirits at the foot of my bed when I was three years old.  No one believed me.  They told me it was my imagination.  I was scolded and punished for “lying” about things and making them up.

By the time I was five, I was telling people I was sure I would die of fright by having a heart attack.  I was afraid of the dark, would wet my bed at night because the ghosts were making contact – some of them being not so nice and downright tormented me.

My siblings would tease me, even hide under my bed and pull at my ankles when I would get up in the morning.  I developed anxiety which later on turned into an eating disorder.

People didn’t understand me.  I still had friends, but when I would tell them something they’d said that I shouldn’t know about, it freaked them out.  I was the one that was always chosen to lead a séance or play light as a feather at slumber parties because everyone knew I could get them to the point of being scared out of their minds.

I desperately wanted to just shut off my abilities.  They frightened me.  My family didn’t believe me.  The few people I met in school that did seem to understand were not positive.  They taught me of the dark side of psychic ability – of manipulation, spell casting with intent to control, and of connecting to dark energies.

This actually manifested into physical dis-ease and I began passing out at school, repeatedly.  As I look back now, I find it as my saving grace, a gift from the angels.  By being removed from the situation, I was able to create distance and break contact with the individuals who I allowed to influence me.

Had I had a mentor in my life then, I know things would have been different.  I know I wouldn’t have begun drinking at a young age to numb out.  I know I wouldn’t have taken on an eating disorder to try my best to have some sense of control in my life.  I always felt that everything from the outside was controlling me, including my abilities.

I’ve worked many years assisting children.  I have three kids of my own; have been the room-mom, Girl Scout Leader, soccer mom, PTA board member, etc. etc. etc.  I’ve seen kids that are so wide open to the rest of the world they experience sensory overload and act out because of it.

My intention in teaching children and parents is to empower them.  It is to teach them tools and skills to strengthen their abilities and to live in balance with them.

My intention here tonight is also to create a sense of community.  I want kids to know they are not alone, that there are many others out there just like them.  I want parents to know that they also can form a support system.  It takes a village, doesn’t it?  Let us form that support system here and now.

Through amazing teachers in my life, I’ve been able to fully invest in my gifts without fear, and use them to be of service.  I want to pay that forward.  There is no reason a child has to suffer like I did.

The path of a sensitive child

It’s tough enough when you’re growing up with all the pressures that are present: fitting in, building a positive self-esteem, learning new things.  When you’re sensitive on top of all of it, it compounds the process.  Imagine being in a room full of other hormonal teens, and feeling all their stuff on top of your own.  Not so easy and extremely overwhelming.

 I have found that sensitive kids walk a fine line.  Some seek out being perfect in everything they do, while others act out because they do not understand what they’re feeling and sensing.  It’s not something they can just turn off.

 Allow me to demonstrate that for you.  Close your eyes.  I’m going to ask you to stop hearing the words I speak.  Are you ready?  1-2-3…can you still hear me?  Right, you can.  Intuition is just like any of your other five senses.  It is a part of you.  You can cover your ears, even put earphones on to block out my voice.  But that’s only going to last for a little while.

 Sensitive children who are not shown ways to focus their energies and gifts sometimes seek out alternative ways to “block out the noise.”  I’ve witnessed many a gifted child resort to cutting, drug use or complete withdrawal as a result of wanting to escape from things they do not understand.  This leads to many problems and deep pain for the child and the entire family.

 I convey this to you, not to strike fear into your heart, but just to pass along my knowledge.  It is time these children learn that who they are and what they can do is NORMAL.  It is not something to hide or to be ashamed about.  If someone makes fun of them or shuns them in any way, it is simply because they are coming from a place of inadequate information.  Perhaps one day, long ago, someone they loved and trusted told them they were bad for using their gifts, and that is all they know.

Open Q & A

Life is Like a Cup of Starbucks…

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Life is Like a Cup of Starbucks…

 

Not too very long ago, I was taking some much needed, “ME time” and using a gift certificate I rec’d for my birthday at a local spa.  As I laid on my stomach, head in the head rest, I anxiously awaited zoning in on Zen time and floating off to La-La Land.  The therapist began the massage and I waited for my mind to shut down and go into peaceful silence.

And I waited.

And I waited.

And I waited.

My thoughts went to my to-do list, then to all the things I’d been avoiding.  You know…those things you overlook because you’re so distracted with everything thing else you ARE doing?  As my mind continued on the hamster wheel of could of, would of, should of, I instinctively called on my guides for assistance.

“Please help me find the off button for this freaking overwhelm,” I intuited.

Within seconds, the Arch Angel Jophiel was at my side.  A peace and calm came over me.  I knew I was in good hands (TWO sets now, in fact).  She began speaking to me in her soft, yet oh so powerful voice.

“You know,” she said, “Life is like a cup of Starbucks.”

Starbucks?  White mochas?  Pumpkin spice lattes? Caramel Frappaccinos?  The hamster wheel of ongoing overwhelm stopped.  She had my full attention.

“Your cup of Starbucks can be anything you want.  You can add flavors, extra espresso, whipped cream, the sky is the limit.  Your creation can be non-fat, low-fat, skim or full to the rim of calories.  It’s whatever you make of it.  Sometimes your order comes to you and tastes bitter.  Those first few sips can curl your toes as the boldness and zest of the coffee wakes you up in seconds.  There’s no balance.  The sweetness, the flavorings you’ve added that you LOVE so much, have sunk to the bottom of the cup.  It’s time to stir things up.  It’s time to shake that cup and mix it up!  Bring that concoction to life!  No one wants to drink all the bitterness to simply have sticky sweetness at the end of the drink, just as no soul wants to struggle through life only to reach the joy of Heaven at the end of it.  So, shake things up!  Balance out the bitterness, the to-dos and haven’t-dones, with the sweetness!  Then you create a steadiness that is unmovable and flows with the energies of love and joy.  This time right now, your ME time, this is the sweetness.  Don’t hide it’s flavor by focusing on outside sources.  Drink it in!”

What she said made so much sense.  I always love the way Arch Angel Jophiel creates her analogies in a way that I completely understand.  I breathed in a deep breath and fully let go of my mind.  The trip to La-La Land was long overdue.  I reached that place of middle ground between the physical and etherical plains.

And then Jophiel began to speak deeply to my heart of our partnership and what we would be teaching together.

Those details are for a later time, coming soon.  It is a comfort knowing that I have this connection to the Beautiful Jophiel and it is taking me time to absorb all of her lightness and understanding.

Happy New Year!  May this year bring you sweetness and balance in all that you are and all that you experience!

Angel Blessings,

Danielle

Always Remember to Share Your Blankie…

I didn’t intend on getting sick and I sure did not intend on spending my morning in Urgent Care, but alas this is what happened so I did my best to roll with the punches (and trust me I feel like I’ve been beat up big time).   After spending a good part of yesterday figuring out if I had been “approved” for our new insurance, I was up early calling the company to find a walk in clinic where I could be examined.  My family has been passing a bug/flu/cold back and forth for over six weeks now, and I am on my second round of it.  This time the pressure in my lungs and my cough was too much for all my home remedies to kick, so I knew it was time to check in with an MD.

Surprisingly, the Urgent Care I went to was also a Pediatric Clinic, so there were lots of little ones when I arrived this morning.  I was sitting in my chair, filling out the barrage of paperwork, when a nine year old boy came in with his father.  You could tell the boy was not feeling well, as he was curled up in his chair, leaning on his dad.  A girl, who looked about seven years old sat a few rows away watching him.  Within about five minutes of him arriving, this little girl walked over with her blanket that she had around herself and asked the boy, “Would you like my cover?”  She was there to be examined as well, but saw the state of this boy and offered up her comfort to him.  It was so beautiful to watch as he accepted her offer and managed to crack a small smile in the process.

Later I was called back to the exam room and given a breathing test.  My lungs were at 65% capacity – huge shock to me, but explained all the pressure I’d been feeling.  I was upset at this finding, but settled in as the breathing treatments began.  A small boy, about 10 months old was being looked at two rooms away.  He started screaming a blood curdling scream that made my head pound all the more.  My first thoughts were, “Oh great…on top of all this I am going to have to listen to this kid for the next few hours.”  Not very positive, I know, and now I feel horrid for it.  As moments went by, there was a stillness in the exam room.  My guide appeared and said, “Don’t you think he feels bad about this too?”

With those words I was shown a previous life time where this boy had been tortured – held down by arms and legs and cut into.  It was awful!  He was reverting back to these memories ALONG with the trauma of being in a strange place and having lights placed over him and being poked and prodded.  My heart went out to this little guy, and I began to send love his way and kept reaffirming, “this is now, it is not then,” over and over and over again.  With the help of the Angels I worked to put gentles colors around him and send him visions of being cuddled up with his Mommy, resting peacefully.  It took a short while, but he calmed down.

Was I at the right place at the right time?  Of course I was!  I needed to learn to think beyond my own misery.  These children taught me the simplest yet most powerful lessons of being human; sometimes it takes listening to find out what the answer really is, whether that is listening to another’s cries, their body language, or listening to your own body when it is telling you to REST.  And now, that’s what I will be doing – RESTING.

Always remember to share your blankie!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love & Laughter,

Danielle

FEAR…Merciless Torment or Powerful Tool? (Spiders not Included)

FEAR…Merciless Torment or Powerful Tool ?  (Spiders not Included)

Fear is, and always has been, a topic of conversation and debate.  Many see fear as a potent manipulation device, while others view it as a debilitating state of pure and total terror.  Many a warrior and spiritual leader are said to have conquered their fears.  Can fear truly be mastered?

Based on the photo above, I would have to say that this woman is NOT a master of fear.

I believe that our fears reveal great lessons to us, if we allow ourselves to see them.  I remember as a young child, seeing and hearing ghosts and other spirits and being overwhelmed with fright.  I had no idea why they were showing up; I had no one to talk to about it; and I had no way of stopping myself from seeing them.  From the time I was about seven years old, I can remember telling people that I was sure I was going to die of a heart attack brought on by panic.  I held onto that belief well into my early twenties.  I was the one who needed a night-light on all night or had to have the tv on to sleep.  That way, when I heard footsteps or people talking I could simply blame it on the television show.  Amazing how those beliefs we have when we are children continue on into adulthood.  I mean, seriously, if there was a big, bad boogeyman waiting to get me, I bet the night-light or the tv would not slow him down.  I’m just saying….

When you are in a state of fear, others feed off of it, just like a pack of hungry wolves will determine who is the weakest of the pack.  I was blessed to be the “baby” of my family and grew up with an older sister and brother.  They, of course, thought all my ranting about seeing things was just my overactive imagination and decided to play off those emotions to the hilt.  Many a morning, I would slide off my bed, put my feet on the floor and suddenly be screaming at the top of my lungs because I would feel hands grabbing around my ankles.  Yes, it was one of their favorite things to hide under my bed and grab me to scare the bezzejus out of me.  Another prank they liked to pull was taping my eyes shut while I was sleeping.   Then there was locking me in the shed, the garage and other spaces in complete darkness.   Talk about a waking nightmare!  I understand this was all fun and games to them, and that they meant no lasting harm (except maybe when I tattled a bit too much) but the energies of all those things combined made me a nervous Nelly to say the least.  I hold no animosity now as I see it as part of my lesson in life.

Depending on your belief, we could argue whether I “created” those scenarios so that I would be pushed to making a decision about the fear, or that because of the energy I gave off that I attracted these energies to me.  Maybe, there is even a finely laid plan written in a galaxy far, far, away that I am just playing my part in.  The reasoning as to why it all happened doesn’t really concern me.  My actions and how I dealt with it are what I find most important.

Studying Native American Shamanism, I discovered many tools for fear; how to combat it; how to overcome it and how to use it as a learning tool to empower.  My first instance of using these principles came when something from my past was triggered, stirring up negative energies and a very nasty entity.

I have always had a deep love and longing for Egypt.  From the time I could read, I would devour books that weaved the tales of ancient Egyptian life.  I was particularly drawn to the magic and mystery of life in the temples as well as the ritual of death (yeah….go figure!).  A friend had gone on a cruise to Egypt and brought back some souvenirs she had purchased in the Valley of the Kings, and I had been collecting other lithographs and trinkets that were of the Egyptian culture.  One day, I decided it would be a great idea to hang the prints, including one hand painted papyrus decoration, in my bedroom and arrange the other nick knacks  around my altar.  I loved the way they looked and it made me very happy to see these pieces on display, outside of my closet.  As I went to sleep that night, I had a feeling of unrest, deep in the pit of my stomach.  I thought for sure I was going to be physically ill, but I managed to breathe my way through it.  Later on, I awoke to the sound of the frame of one of the prints shaking on the wall directly across from me.  All those fantastic tools I’d learned to deal with something like this literally flew out of my mind and I was in that state of fight or flight I’d so often been in as a child.  I couldn’t scream.  I couldn’t wake up my husband.  I couldn’t move.  I was paralyzed with fear.

I pulled the covers over my head and began to pray over and over and over again until the sun came up.  And again, I am just astounded by the presumed safety I felt of light; as if nothing bad would happen in the day time or with a night-light on.  I told myself that it was a dream and I was fine.  I had to pull it together for the sake of my family and go about the day as if it never happened.  That trick worked until it was time to sleep that night.  Around 2am, the frame started to shake again and this time I saw a half man, half animal shape at the side of my bed, yelling at me and gesturing at me to follow him.  He spoke in a dialect I did not understand but could sense the meaning of his words, and he was NOT happy with me!  That little-girl reaction took hold of me once more, and I rolled into the fetal position away from this spirit and began to pray and cry.  This time, it was so bad that my husband woke up and turned the light on.  YAY!  LIGHT!!!  I was safe again.  I could not see, hear or sense this presence with the light on.

By the third day of this, my husband was angry with me, I was a nervous wreck and both of us were snappy from lack of sleep.  I consulted my teacher to find out what was going on.  Through journeying, we discovered that the energy of the Egyptian artifacts had triggered a past life memory and a past life entity that came through when these memories were unconsciously triggered.  It presented as a way for me to harness my fear and in turn clear some karma.  Away from the house I was able to think clearly and I took all the information in and decided that the best route to take was to face this fear and banish the entity.  I already knew that what I had been doing was definitely NOT working, so I figured it was time for a different course of action.

I took every last piece of anything in the house that was from Egypt outside and placed them on my front lawn in a box.  I did not want their energy in the house, and I felt it best to not have any reminders of that time frame.  I set up a medicine wheel in the center of our home and began saging the entire house.  The next step for me was climbing into the center of the wheel and going into trance to banish this entity.  I’d never done this before, but there was a quiet calm that washed over me as I set my intention to take back control of my living environment.  I called in my shamanic guides, including one of my most trusted power animals.  The entity began to taunt me, “You think because you are in that circle you are safe?  You think you have power stronger than mine?  Remember what happened the last time we met like this.”  Now I could understand every word he spoke perfectly.  There was no error in communication.  As he tried to enter the medicine wheel, my power animal attacked him.  It was a violent fight that seemed to last for several minutes, though I am sure it was only moments of time.  Candles blew out, a glass votive holder shattered and glass flew into the middle of the circle.  But I knew I was safe.  I stayed constant in my intention and high in my vibration and fear was not an option.

The entity was disposed of, and I went around the house, opening windows to allow the sage smoke to filter out.  This was in the evening time, around 8-9pm and I could hear my next door neighbors talking in their backyard, “Is she smoking pot on a school night?  What’s up with the box in the front yard?   Do you think there are bones in that thing?”  For those of you unfamiliar with the smell of burning sage, it does smell an awful lot like marijuana.  I, of course, wanting to dispel any nasty rumors or false beliefs the neighbors might have, went up to my balcony, which overlooked their backyard and began to chant, dancing around and around and shouting, “bring on the clouds and the rain.”  What a time to run out of war paint.

Funny.  They suddenly went inside their house after that.  Hmmmmmm……

I just figure that there is no sense in feeling bad about things and I may as well just laugh at them.  Like the chatty guy in the Starbucks drive thru who wants to carry on a conversation with me when I really just don’t want to tell him personal details about my day.  Now, I know he’s being polite and trying to make pleasant conversation while patiently waiting for the green-tea lemonade to be made.  But after five straight times of the same questions I finally had the one answer that saved me from being asked about my day ever again.  He greeted me very friendly as I drove up to the window, “Hi Angel Lady.  Where are you off to today?  Have any cool plans to do something fun and exciting?”  I replied, with a huge smile on my face, “Well, as a matter of fact I do!  I am on my way banish some demonic entities and then I will be leading a séance to speak to the dead.  What have you got planned?  Anyone in the hereafter you’d like me to call on for you?”

After stammering a very quiet and flustered, “No, thank you,” he turned around and came back with my order in record time.  And, if I do say so, when he’s on drive-thru duty, I never have to wait very long.

Hey now, if I took all this stuff too seriously and never made fun of things, where would that get me?  There are plenty of other areas of my life I have to be serious about.  Besides, laughter is the easiest way to heighten your energy AND it’s FREE!

I felt so empowered after clearing my home.  It was the first of many hurdles I faced with the huge fear of the unknown that I had.  Little by little, the fear became smaller and my confidence and spiritual power grew.  I am forever grateful for the many lessons and gifts that I have encountered along the way.  The fear no longer rules my life and I have used what I’ve learned to help others.

We all have a choice as to what we do with our fears, whether they are here within the “real” world or within the other realms.  To me, when I feel the sense of panic come on about something, I do my best to switch my perspective about it and thereby change the energy of the situation.  It doesn’t always work, but then again, I AM only human, right?

Light comes in many different forms, from the night-light in the hallway, to the love of spirit we carry inside.  May you always shine your light brightly!

Love & Laughter,

Danielle

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Take Two Crystals, and Call Me in the Morning….

My son, Adam, administering a Rock Treatment at the Heal-a-Thon in 2010.  He was five years old.

Most recently, my husband, daughter and I were having lunch and the subject of my son, Adam came into conversation.  Adam had been coming in to my bedroom late at night having difficulty sleeping and we were discussing reasons why this was happening.  My daughter began to tease my husband, telling him he was too rough on Adam, and I agreed, asking Tim to let up on our son.  And to this he replied, “Yeah.  Adam comes in our room with a sore throat.  I tell him to get a drink.  You give him two crystals, do some reiki, take him through a guided meditation and clear him with the Angels.”

Oh, how I wish I could’ve captured the look on the woman’s face sitting in the booth across  from us!

My daughter and I began laughing hysterically to which my husband added his snickering and snorts.  It wasn’t quite as funny though  when later that evening, seven-year old Adam appeared at the side of my bed at 11pm, complaining of a tummy ache.  Tim rolled over away from us, burying his head in the pillows laughing and wondering which “woo-woo” cure Mommy would come up with this time.

I am reminded of stories from my father of how his mother would cure him when he was ill.  There was castor oil, hot onion and mustard seed packs, and bundling up to sweat out toxins and break fevers.  And the best thing was…it worked!  Once again, technology is great as is the scientific advancement of medications that can cure us, but what is the best remedy for our bodies?

When my grandfather was a small boy, he and his brother were playing outside while his mother did the laundry.  This was a long time ago, and doing the wash was not a simple task.  There was a large, roaring fire inside a fire pit with an enormous pot of boiling water and lye soap inside where the clothing was placed and stirred.  Little boys being who they are, my grandfather and his brother raced around outside and did not heed the warning of their mother to stay away from the fire pit.  My grandfather stumbled over some rocks and fell into the fire.  He was about three or four years old and as my great-grandmother pulled him from the flames she could see the blisters beginning to swell on a large portion of his body.

There was no phone to call 9-1-1.  The nearest neighbor was miles away and it was not even certain that the town doctor was in town that day, if they could hitch a wagon and drive there in time.  My great-grandmother summoned all her knowledge and strength and did what her instinct told her to do, she laid hands on her son.  Now to some, this would seem far-fetched and ridiculous.  To my great-grandmother, this is how she was taught to heal from her mother, and her mother’s mother, and so on.  This was what the wise ones practiced in their tribes.  It was much more than a gift or an ability.  It was faith.  It was belief.

She held her son in her lap and began to pull the heat from his body.  As she pulled the heat, she could see the blisters growing smaller.  Her son’s cries became quieter.  When she felt it was time, she stopped the healing treatment and made a poultice of herbs for his body.  Great Grandmother was wonderful at concocting remedies; salves, tonics, and all the rest.  She had a keen sense of what assisted the body to be in balance.

My grandfather healed completely.  He did have some fear of fires, and did not chase around them any more, but most remarkably was left without even the slightest scar.  How could this be?  Was it a miracle?  Was it God working through my Great Grandmother?  Did Great Spirit and her ancestors assist her in healing her son?  Was her faith and belief so strong, that it erased any sign of dis-ease and dis-stress from his body?

I will let you draw your own conclusions to those questions.  It is my belief that it was a combination of ALL those things.  And maybe, just maybe, it was also because my great grandmother didn’t grow up having someone tell her that it would NOT work.

This story has been passed down through my family for generations.  My great grandmother was Native American and my great-grandfather was white.  They were both shunned for marrying outside their race, and it was most difficult for Great Grandmother as she was not accepted in the white community, nor were her healing ways.  News of what happened to her son traveled through their neighborhood and not long after, people from town began showing up at the back door of her home, not wanting to be seen visiting.  She would invite them into the root cellar and whip up one of her delightful creations or lay hands upon them, which became referred to as “talking the fire out of them.”  Funny how when the doctor’s tactics in treatment did not work, those in need sought her out even after they had rejected her for being different.

Before Adam was two years old, we were outside one evening and he pointed to the sky during a full moon, and said, “My Moon” over and over with a huge grin spread across his chubby little cheeks.  We hadn’t taught him that word, just as we hadn’t explained to him about energy and how all things carry their own vibration. During this time frame, my oldest daughter, Ashley, was about eleven years old when she took her entire rock collection and spread it across our dining room table.  She has always loved rocks and crystals and found that she could communicate with them.  Her affinity with their energy allowed her to choose rocks that were most suited for certain healing as well as emotional and spiritual support.  Adam toddled over to crawl up in a chair close to the table and I watched him pick up several different rocks.  He would put each one next to his ear and then make a whirring kind of noise.  Sometimes the sound was high-pitched, sometimes low.  The noises ranged from quiet to loud and slow to fast, some even appeared to have a rhythm.  Ashley was beaming as she explained to me that he was hearing the vibration of each rock and mimicking the sound.  She began to ask him which rocks were the strongest, and which were best for this and that.  At one point she asked him who the “teacher rock” was and he took a minute, surveying the many crystals and rocks laid out, and picked it up and began to make a very loud, deep toning sound.

Great Grandma would be so proud….

My children are my greatest teachers.  They remind me to be “open” to new things, whether that means rock treatments, an awesome new hairdo or the latest Spiderman Xbox game.

What basic teachings and techniques do we close ourselves off to?  We live in a fast paced, drive thru, take a pill for it society where we want things NOW.  The funny part of all that is we have everything available to us NOW, we just can’t always see it or remember to connect with it.  Remembering what worked before in the past is not to go backwards.  It is to harness that power and energy and bring it forth into our new vibration, making it more useful and stronger than ever before.

What are you willing to do that is outside your comfort zone right now?  Explore!  Treat the experience like an adventure.  After all, life is an adventure, isn’t it?

Gotta run now.  I’ve got a rock treatment waiting…

Love & Laughter,

Danielle

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My Intuitive Life??? You Got that one Right!

Yes.

Its true.  I have an intuitive life.  For now that’s the best way to describe it, at least without adding any colorful adjectives or profanities. LOL!

I’ve created this blog to share my experiences with the rest of the world.  Perhaps you will learn something you did not previously know about those who have passed, spirit guides, angels, the paranormal, or the daily happenings of a mom who happens to see dead people and communicate with angels and the spirit world.  If nothing else, my intention is to spread some light your way and give you a giggle or two.

Seeing into other realms isn’t always what its cracked up to be.  Sure there are wonderful aspects of these abilities……I LOVE to help people, assist those who need to cross over, and banish a demonic entity or two.  However, when you are grocery shopping and someone’s dead Grandpa starts talking to you in the frozen foods aisle, it can be a bit distracting.

One of my greatest life lessons is establishing and defining boundaries.  Let me make that more specific….MY BOUNDARIES.  And, since I am a born OVER ACHIEVER, I somehow decided, with all my wisdom, that I need to have MY BOUNDARIES pushed not only by the so called “living” but also by those who no longer reside in physical form.  Yay, ME!  Yeah, uh, don’t break out the streamers and balloons just yet.  It’s not exactly the party you would think it would be.  Nothing says hurry up and dig your heels in and own your power like being faced with angry entities that try to knock you unconscious and growl with the savage voice no Hollywood film maker could replicate.

And I thought raising teenagers was rough!

I didn’t fully accept the tools God has given me until later in my life.  I began seeing spirits at the age of three.  The first time I remember having sight, was while I was laying in bed, in the middle of the night.  I saw three seperate spirit forms at the bottom of my bed.  They all seemed to know eachother, and were talking amongst themselves about me…what I could or could not see, hear and feel.  To say the least it scared the crap out of me, well literally another bodily function (and my parents wondered why I wet the bed till I was 5 years old!)

I remember very vividly the fear and sheer terror that swept over me in those moments.  I could not scream.  I could not get out of my bed.  All I could do was hug my stuffed puppy a little tighter and pull the sheets up over my head.  Eventually, the sun came up, and I was able to retreat to the safety of my parents, who assured me it was all a bad dream.  To no fault of their own, how could they realize that their small child was actually seeing spirits?  It isn’t something discussed at the water cooler at work or your local PTA meeting.  If you were to even hint at the fact your child had sight, the child would be subjected to psychiatric therapy or religious exorcism.  Punish the child for being truthful.  Not such a great lesson to enforce.

I have a calling now to help children with sight.  I love to show them the joy of communication with the other side, and how to set their own boundaries as to what they allow to come through and what they do not allow to come through.  To empower a child to use their full sensory power is a miraculous blessing all in itself.  I witness this on a daily basis with my son, Adam.  He is a bright light who has changed my life and taught me the art and joy of playfulness.  More about Mr. Adam later….

I could babble on and on about what certifications I have, classes and seminars I’ve taken, books I’ve read, etc. etc.  While all those things are a part of me, I hope you will get to know me through the energy of my words, my sense of humor and most of all my heart.  As you connect with my experiences, you will understand what I mean.

I cannot explain to you in words the pure bliss of channeling angels.  I long to find a phrase that equals the energy shining in another’s eyes as they welcome their loved ones on their journey home.  I wish to find a description of my feelings when Arch Angel Michael and my guides join in song during rides in my car – YES, it happens, and I am so grateful it does!  I enjoy the company and the humor (and hey, their dance moves aren’t too bad either!)

No, I am not crazy and we are not schizophrenic any more! HA, HA, HA!  Actually, I have been tested, and my Huna-Healer, Psychic Therapist has determined I am sane, no matter how hard I try to prove him otherwise!

Life is all about perception, and I am offering you mine.  Like it or leave it.  Take what resonates and leave behind the rest for someone else.

This feels like a good introduction to me.  Have a wonderful night!  I will write more soon.

Love & Laughter,

Danielle