How Can You Deny What You Feel?

And yet, another writing, I can’t help it, it’s in my blood. I must type to not only share, but to express thoughts that are inside of me that some of you would understand without me typing it up, yet, are swallowed by my words regardless and enjoy the insight.

It didn’t take me long to fall asleep last night, that in itself is very unusual. I did ask my spirit guides to be on call and ready because I did want to astral travel to where the storms were and help where I could. I think that probably instigated nearly instant sleep.

I do remember feeling very cold, and wet, and being surrounded by darkness. I helped people and animals alike. There were a lot of elderly that needed help, mostly to get to higher parts of their house, and some that had no electricity in their apartments. Animals were having a very hard time not only keeping warm but dry.

It’s easy to joke about natural disasters. It’s disheartening when you see a minister say that the reason people are being hit by Sandy is because they are gay, or support gay couples and marriage equality. (http://thenewcivilrightsmovement.com/hurricane-sandy-minister-blames-gays-and-pro-homosexual-romney-and-obama/politics/2012/10/29/52533) I can’t change idiots like this man, but I can help anyone in my path regardless of their social status, income or political/religious beliefs.

I feel very tired today, as most of the night I was working (and as you know, working in water, cold, and lifting people really zaps your energy). I know that some of you will read this and say “Astral travel really doesn’t happen) and of course that is your right to believe. I can tell you details about last night, for instance. This older lady and her cat, were in their little house. The water hadn’t come in yet, but it was going to. I helped her upstairs, covering them with blankets, and ran back downstairs only to lift her treasures off the floor, or run them upstairs. I can tell you her carpet looked like this (http://1000sofrugs.com/Oriental-Rugs/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Kimono-Gold.jpg) and her furniture was old-ish and precious to her. She had two high back chairs that I carried upstairs, along with vases, photos (in frames), a wicker chest that she used as a coffee table and a small end table. That was just in the living room. Her tiny kitchen table was small enough to put on one of the counters, and the chairs believe it or not I could fit in the sink (the legs) to keep them from getting wet. I rolled up a small rug and put it upstairs with her, and told her I had to go. She was so frightened, but I hugged her and pet her cat and they had each other when I left.

Along my travels I can remember helping a runaway teen get into an empty building, a first responder take an elderly couple to a shelter (they were in their cars trying to evacuate), and help calm some children that were afraid when hearing the exploding transformers. I never had to find the people that needed help, I was always placed exactly where I needed to be. My guides helped me a lot, and believe it or not, I saw a lot of other people out there, that were only there in spirit, helping. I even had the feeling that some of them were not from this time, this dimension, or even this planet.

I think I needed this experience as much as these people needed the help. I think people will always take the time to point out my faults, or even make up faults to deter people from getting to know me. If there is one thing that I never take lightly, it’s helping others. I will always (and always have) stand for those that can’t stand for themselves. I will always extend a hand, an offer. In those times, I might be rejected or even broken down, but I will never stay that way. I will always rise above their pettiness and be there for those that want and need my help. That is how I was raised. That is how I was born.

While, there are going to be many things you are upset about, whether it be politics, religion, hurtful people, situations, etc, think about this. We have an obligation to rise above those hurts to help others. If you needed help, I would hope that someone would step up and show you the same courtesy. Sometimes even the smallest of “help” can change the hearts hardened by even the toughest of reactions. How about the offer of a coat, blanket, bottle of water, the offer of a shoulder, a hug, holding a hand or even just listening without judgment, tell me those very small gestures don’t end up meaning something enough to someone to make them cry.

You were placed on this earth for a purpose as well. What is your purpose? What is your destiny? Do yourself a big favor, think about what you can do, and pay it forward. You will feel better for doing so, and who know, you might even meet someone following your same path.

Much love and still comfort, safety and warmth to those that suffered much damage this October storm of 2012.

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But it's the truth!

Here I am. I am home, happy, and ready to type it all up, being with Robyn for a week, up in New York, has made me want to write, no really sit down and write. She is an amazing inspiration like that, in so many ways. Let me detail this out for you.

We’ve all had our issues from time to time. I sat down and did a five card reading for Robyn and well, it really did lay out all of what has been happening, will happen and is bound to happen. I do enjoy sitting down and doing tarot, but to be honest, I’m still getting the hang of it (learning it), and I’d rather rely on my intuition and Empathy as opposed to relying on the cards for information.

I understand that there are some amazing tarot card readers, but most I have noticed rely too much on what the cards say. It’s nearly an impersonal reading of something that shows little to no emotions. But, in doing this reading for Robyn, we talked in detail about it, and that part was very personal. She used her intuition as well and it made for a very detailed reading.

I won’t go into detail about her reading, as it’s not any of my business to share, but I can say, some of her reading I honestly believe included me in which she agreed. In that aspect, we are on our way to things greater than even we imagined, that excites us both.

Of course, there wasn’t enough time to spend in New York with Robyn. I was lucky that I made it back home before Hurricane Sandy moved closer inland. Wednesday of course was spent traveling (flights) until at least 2pm Eastern time, but after that, we did everything that we could. Robyn is such an amazing host. I don’t think people get the chance to get to know her, as they would be surprised. Being jealous of her and treating her like crap only shows the downfalls and immaturity of the people that treated her that way. They know who they are, and they might even be reading this post. If so, you know who you are.

I have noticed (and expressed it to Robyn) that we complement each other in our spirituality and metaphysical events. We are like conduits to and for each other. I don’t think that happens that much in friendships, whether it’s about paranormal investigating, writing or just our views and opinions expressed to each other. On our Thursday travels via first class on the train, we met an older gentleman (named Bill) that said “Are you two sisters or do you just love each other like sisters”? He didn’t know us but he could feel the connection that the two of us have. It isn’t forced, it comes naturally. I think possibly from the very first time I met Robyn; I knew that we were a lot alike. Even in talking with Robyn about us being so alike (and yet different in a few ways) how the saying “Opposites attract” really doesn’t ring true in most cases. We took a picture with Bill, we’ll have to see how it turned out and we’ll post it.

Then, we also met Tatiana at the Metaphysical store, she was wonderful! She talked to us like she’d known us all of her life, Robyn, and the very kind heart that she has, gave her a pair of homemade dowsing rods that she LOVED and felt so humbled in receiving. Robyn is going to keep up with her and her dowsing experiences. Suffice it to say that we made yet another very adored friend in our travels. When we are together, we seem to attract true natured people. I love that about our friendship.

(There are so many things I want to type; I need to remember them all!). You KNEW we were going to do investigations (paranormal) while we were together. The cemeteries there were from the late 1700’s (and pretty different than any of those here in Texas). Late one night (just before midnight?) we went to one that was out in the country, and got an amazing EVP of a man telling us his name was “Chuck”. We couldn’t see the headstones because it was so dark, and after going home to Google the names there, they didn’t come up with a Chuck or a Charles, however, the next day we arbitrarily drove by the very same cemetery and pulled in during daylight. Approximately 10 feet away from as far as the car could go; there was the headstone of a Charles (with a son named Chad). What a wonderful confirmation! (Soon to find out one of many we would experience while together in New York!)

The same night we came back from the cemetery, we went to bed very late (reading, investigating, etc). I was nearly asleep (in one of the most comfortable beds, rooms, etc. that any guest could even begin to ask for!) when I heard a woman moaning just inside my door (on my right side). It was not Robyn, as she was asleep behind a closed door with her dogs. It was no one inside the house. I opened my eyes, and tried to look over towards the door (even though the room was very dark) but couldn’t see anything (more on another night in a bit). In the morning I did tell Robyn that about what happened, confirming yet another bout of events that happened to Robyn previously in that exact room while she was getting it ready for my stay. (I truly do love confirmations!).

Do you kind of see where this is all going? People take for granted that Robyn is just someone they can try and manipulate, but that is not true. She does not take crap from anyone, and that is a good thing! She is kind, she is snarky, and she is EXTREMELY intelligent! She knows how to think outside of the box, she is creative and can out think a lot of people I know. Her talent truly can’t be measured as it is all over the board. She doesn’t have to copy someone else to try and be better than them because she’s already there. People try to copy her to be like her but then are upset with her because they can’t compare. She is a master dowser (if you ask me) and an EVP magnet (if you also ask me), and yet she can find humor in so many things. She doesn’t try to define herself by her abilities, her show or even or talents. So many people (I will refrain from using the names in particular) treat her like crap because they are beyond jealous of her (Robyn, that was the bottom card (the “reason” card) remember?)

Expect to see some exciting things from us in the future. I am so unbelievably lucky to have “found” Robyn. I can’t even begin to express or verbalize what she means to me. She truly is a sister to me. To all the haters, you can SUCK IT!

Thank you Robyn for the amazing week vacation in your beautiful home, in your beautiful little town, and for spoiling me ROTTEN with all of the food, the fun and the excitement!  Love you girl!!  

(PS- I am lucky to have a LOT of friends that are this important to me! I need to write about them as well!)

Lucid Dream Analysis

I don’t often share my dreams, but, I wanted to share this one. It was a lucid dream and below you’ll see why.

First, I’ll say that I meditated myself to sleep with binary beats. I cannot tell you how long the ear buds stayed in until I flung them out of my ears in my sleep. I will say I probably fell asleep around 11:30pm and woke up at 2:31am.

I was not at home, nor was I anywhere I recognized the environment or the beings. I do remember seeing some taller hills, grass, trees and small puddles of water. The odd thing, I was standing amongst this entire earthly atmosphere, however, there were cubbies inside the hills/mountains that were vending/concessions, for like coffee, mixed drinks, snacks, there was what seemed to be a small convenience store, and office buildings. It was like a strip mall only into the side of the mountain.

I can’t tell you why I was there, or why I didn’t have an ounce of family in view. There are times when I astral travel to places that are in complete chaos and I seem to be there as a Healer, helper, never a fighter. Usually when I do that, I have a male presence with me, that I’ve never met, that never speaks, but protects me with his very life to help others. He did not seem to be present this time.

People were scared and running around, I thought I recognized one person, but it must have been from another life, as I couldn’t recollect any information about them. She was an older female, and she was part of a militant operation. She was in plain clothing and trying to help others, so I joined her in trying to help others around me.

Parts of the mountain began to fall, and I watched it crush one man before I could get him out of the way. I generally don’t see death so close and up front as I did  last night, but it was the end of that world.

On counters and even large table-like rocks there were tall and narrow medication bottles (I’d say 4 1/2”) full of at least forty pills. That’s a lot of pills. They all looked a little different but were white in color. It was my assumption (before being told by this unknown lady I was helping) that they were suicide pills so that people wouldn’t suffer through the end of the world.     

I remember seeing THOUSANDS of these bottles, and being so torn as to what was going on. Again, you have to remember, this to me didn’t seem like earth, it seemed like another land, possibly planet. While the beings seemed like people, I do believe it was how I perceived them. Remember, everyone was running around very scared and panicked, it didn’t start out that way, but was quickly developing into the ruckus before me.

Would we be saving them only for everyone to parish regardless? Were we trying to save people that had already taken the pills? How long were the pills to take effect? Could it be that taking the pills would cause one to ascend before possibly a painful death, be it slow or fast? I remember the lady I was with taking the pills before even explaining to me what they were. She encouraged me to take them, without uttering a word, seems most things there were communicated through telepathy. She then told me that they were suicide pills but that they would not work on everyone. Was I included in everyone? How long before we would know?

Another panicked lady pointed out the fact that the puddles of water were boiling with acid (I sure do have a lot of dreams that include acid!), the earth (I say earth but the ground and mountains) were quaking, I never did see any animals, but it was after what I could only grasp as dusk, so I’m sure that made everything seem compounded in pressure and stress.

After taking the pills (40 is a lot at one time), I was encouraged mentally to run around and try and gather all of the bottles I could get and give them to people, unfortunately, most of them had nothing to swallow them with, and were popping them into their mouths while they were running. I would imagine where I was, was considered some sort of city, but it was pretty small. Being responsible however for these scared beings in front of me was surreal.

I remember recognizing the fact that the pills didn’t seem to work on me. The lady that I was, I guess a side kick to was fading fast. It was more of just falling asleep, and she was becoming slower and weaker by the moment. I on the other hand felt no effect, of course I had taken them a short while after she did, but I remember not even considering the fact that I was most likely going to die, only that I had to help so many people (and really it wasn’t that many in looking back).

It was at that time that I was standing pretty much in the middle of the city, everything was quaking and crumbling around me, I could hear the sizzling sounds of the boiling acid puddles, but that I still had this huge armful (in my shirt as well) of full medicine bottles … and I woke up.

Rarely do I wake up as much as I did this morning, I generally wake up and can roll over and fall back to sleep. Unfortunately Stuart was snoring loudly enough that I got up, let the dogs out (and back in) and fell asleep in the living room on a recliner.

I almost feel like I failed the task at hand. Maybe I was meant to do what I did while I was there and come back when I did. Maybe it felt like the pills weren’t working but really, it was a way to get me to wake up and “come back”.

This was all so very detailed.

PS- when I first started meditating in bed, with my eyes closed, and very still (and very comfortable), I kept seeing cobalt blue orbs and deep violet orbs blink sporadically. These were pressure lights, these were brilliant bright lights (possibly being sparked by my mind and the state I was in), I’ve never experienced that quite as intense as that before.

Have a fabulous Thursday!

 

Friday Morning Ramblings About You, Me, the Universe..

I know that I am not everyone’s cup of tea. I’m actually OK with that. It took me a very long time to come to that realization, or rather, to accept that detailed fact of life. Of course, this doesn’t mean that I still don’t want to make everyone happy, I do. In my own selfish way, being the reason for someone sharing a smile or their day turning around is delicious to me. I realize that this kind of a self-centered feeling, but it’s mine. The intent runs deep as I really do want everyone else happy.

I’ve learned that I have to sometimes stop and indulge in myself as well. I look at it this way, they always tell you on the plane to put your oxygen mask on first then help others. There is a reason for that. You aren’t any help if you are passed out. Duly noted.

I’ve learned that I am not always going to be positive. I was once chastised for this, by a very self-centered but low confidence person. While, sharing disappointments or hurts with my friends on Facebook is acceptable, even snarking about them on the show, is something that helps with many processes in our lifetime. It enables us to learn from the situations, grow from experience and gives us the ability to move on. Being negative ALL the time is not healthy, nor does it encourage people to want to spend time with you, but, keeping a slight balance of happy, positive and encouraging thoughts, while showing that you are human and that you do have feelings is an important key to remember.

While, I’d love to think everyone sees me in THE perfect light (or the light that society wants to make you feel is perfect) like I am thin, rich, young, healthy, fully intuitive, psychic, aware, experienced, important, yadda yadda, you know the drill. I’m an Aries, **I’m passionate and a defender of the abused. I tend to be moody and short tempered, impatient and ..I think I should stop there *raspberry*, after all, I am the first sign of the Zodiac.

I recognize I have flaws (and I rarely hide those flaws from anyone). I’m a big girl (dieting works for a bit, but my weakness is food in general), I like to eat, I’m snarky, I don’t eat perfectly, I have gray hair, I’m a grandmother(Not that THIS is a flaw!), I’m 42, I’m married (uh, not that this is a flaw either), I indulge in coffee and cheese enchiladas (uh.. also not at the same time LOL), I’m embracing my metaphysical coming to, I didn’t just become it or fall into full fledge without studying it, experiencing it and sharing it.

But on the flip side, I’m love, I’m tenderness, I’m a natural born Empath, I care, I share, I Heal, I embrace, I learn, I’m open, I laugh, I cry, I love to hug and kiss and hold hands. I’m generous, enthusiastic, and independent. If you are in need, I do nearly everything to help. I do listen, but that wasn’t always there, it’s something I’ve recognized in the past, giving me strength to remember I don’t always have to be right all of the time. (Big lesson learned there).

You can either listen to others in their disdain for me, contempt for me or whatever horrible lies they might have to share with you. Or, you can take the time to get to know the real me. I know that I voice my frustration with people that are less than honest or say things that hurt others. Please see above **. But, I see something in every single one of my friends, I see their very souls. I offer free Healings (which by the way, tends to take a lot out of me) for them, I will always send them whatever vibrations they need to make it through, and that is because I love and adore them. I have very different relationships with nearly everyone that I have and will encounter. Take comfort in the fact that it is because everyone IS different, that part of them is embraced.

Let the haters hate. It makes you a stronger person, take heed with them, but rely on your inner strength to guide you. Sometimes the biggest haters are those in our own head; change that pattern in your life. Affirmations are good for helping with that issue. As my friend Dedra’s father said “If you know a snake is a snake, the snake won’t change just because you tell them they are a snake.” And that’s so very true.

Now, take a step back and look out into the Universe. Considering they estimate there are 100 to 200 billion galaxies in the Universe, what are we in this vast atmosphere? So very tiny, which in turn does not negate any personal feelings, wishes, thoughts or even travels nor should it make us feel insignificant. Just remember all of us make up an important part of this galaxy.

Much love to you, happy Friday and hope your weekend is calming and shows you serenity. <3

Stats Of My Blog

So, I thought maybe since I wasn't getting many comments here on Blogger, I should stop writing in public. While I do get comments on Facebook under lock and key, and a few in emails, I wasn't sure people were really reading them, or even truly interested in them.

I know that I tend to go on and on.. That's what Empaths do, in order to sometimes express what we're feeling or going through, we have to write it out. I rarely hide what I'm feeling. Over a 42 year life span, I have decided that people enjoy me (well okay, MOST do) and what I have to say. They can see my soul and they like that. Someone once told me, those who aren't thrilled with me OR take the time to lie about me, they see the same thing. For those that followed the path of someone else's lies about me, well, they are just blind and follow because they are intimidated and possibly being bullied. Truth.

So I was looking at my stats and I'm rather enjoying the information. It's like reaching into a grab bag and getting something you actually like!

United States	35
Russia	23
Denmark	2
Germany	1
United Kingdom	1

Russia!
Denmark!
Germany!

While, I don't know all of my visitors from the US (and the UK) this information makes me secretly squee inside my own head.

Pageviews last month 144 Pageviews all time history 3,214

Also, not bad... so, yes, I'm being read. This happens to reassure me to keep writing. Someone is reading. Someone hopefully appreciates my journey as much as I do. 

*waves*

Thank you for reading, where ever you are! Muah!

Posted In The Most Sincerity of Love

Everyone experiences a moment of clarity, even if it doesn’t last very long. I might be 42 right now, but 11 years ago when the devastation in the loss of lives happened, I was still maturing in my adulthood. This was before even knowing what an Empath was. It didn’t help that I saw and watched TV for days (when I wasn’t working) and compounded my grief and horror far longer than I should have subjected myself to do.

At that time, I had only been at this job for a year, so I knew the people, but I was still in the infancy of my career. I was less than a mile from work when the news came over the radio. I think I drove that short distance with my mouth open confused and dazed. On the radio they were also confused and the manner in which the spoke only added fuel to mass confusion. I pulled into a parking spot (still can remember which one to this day) and sat there for a few minute. I had to collect myself.

Upon entering the front office, it was eerily quiet and I stumbled my way to my desk, rushing to log on and to bring up the internet. What I didn’t know there were other coworkers in a room watching the TV in horror. I think I sat at my desk and cried all day.

One of my friend’s daughters worked in the towers. I had to get ahold of him to make sure that she was OK. I got ahold of him but he couldn’t get ahold of her. He lived in Florida and of course she in New York. It was HOURS before I received an email that she was fine and he was relieved, as was I.

The other person that I contacted (via email) was my friend in Ireland. Of course, he emailed me right away and asked if I was OK. Physically yes, emotionally, he was diligent in expressing his sorrows and heartache, someone so far away feeling all the loss that was felt here in the states.

The next month was pretty wrenching. There wasn’t a channel you could turn to that didn’t have information, photos, video, etc. I had a terrible time moving on because I not only felt my own sorrow; I felt THOUSANDS and thousands of people and their hurts and sorrows. Now, for not understand what the heck was going on with me in the first place, it nearly killed me.

Then, I met (via email) a man named Remi. His fiancé had perished that day and he was battling the mental fight for his life. I believe he found me, but we started emailing back and forth that lasted for several years after 9-11-01. He would tell me about how his day had gone, the emotions he was going through, and his dark thoughts of suicide. I believe we emailed each other almost every day, and like life, the emails got smaller and less frequent. Eventually they faded off all together.

During our emails, it appears to me now, that we needed each other. We didn’t know very much personal information about each other, but that didn’t matter. It was two people helping each other. There were no physical rewards, we would never meet, and we would never even exchange photos of each other. It was as if our paths had crossed for a specific reason, our odds of even finding each other, beyond astronomical.

In looking back now, I am able recognize that he might have been there for me (stop wallowing in my pity as it is minute compared to others) but I was there for him. I honestly believe that in me listening to him, sharing with him, talking to and crying for him, it helped him to be able to move on. He didn’t want anything from me except friendship.

I’m surprised I didn’t see it then, but even being a cancer survivor, I honestly believe now that most important purpose on this planet is to help, to help Heal, to strengthen tender souls. I didn’t just decide one day that I am a Healer, or that I am an Empath. It took years of me basically ignoring it or thinking it was just something weird about me.  I do have a purpose and it is grand in comparison to the rest of my life.

I remember this day every year, my heart hurts, some for myself, but mostly for others. I still get the twinge of thousands and their pain, but it’s less powerful now. That’s why, when people like Ann Coulter say horrible things about 911 survivors, she has absolutely NO clue. Not only is her soul bitter, but she only feels complete and important when she’s making others made and hurt from her statements.

I truly hope that Remi has moved on and found happiness again. I would love to communicate with him again and get the chance to see what he looks like. Some of our last writings included the statement that he wanted to move to Maryland and change careers (From IT to something that allowed him to travel). I also hope he found love again, and is living a wonderful life that he (and really that every single one of us) deserves.

Sending you all love and comfort on this day, I hope you can feel it from where ever you are, and know and understand that you deserve it.

<3

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Even though I haven’t been sleeping well lately, I’ve been doing a lot of mental exploration both consciously and subconsciously. Last night was no different; I have been experiencing some epiphanies that are small yet valuable to my very existence. I don’t think they are just valuable to me, I think they are pertinent to each and every individual that has any cognitive curiosities of their own.

I honestly believe the hardest part of writing about these experiences is verbalizing exactly how the events/situations took place and who I related them to my quest for knowledge and a life of happiness.

Every level of our awareness can potentially provide key manifestations to our thoughts, emotions, and experiences. Often times we are moving so quickly through our lives, wishing away day after day, that we don’t invest crucial time in investigating our own problem solving skills. We allow immediate resolutions to command our daily outcome, rush through the hours without absorbing even the smallest particle of what could possibly be our own butterfly theory.

Case in point, I am not a summer person. To me, summer is an inconvenience, I don’t function well in the heat, I don’t like to go outside and explore, so my personal coexistence with nature is very limited. If I lived near a clean water ocean, sea or lake, that would be a different story (even though I am petrified of fish-yes, I know but I’ve seen River Monsters and at least it’s not something weird like pickles!).

I do utilize the time I spend indoors to the maximum extent, and never ever exclaim that I am bored. To be bored would mean that you are limiting yourself in things you could be doing, and there are infinite projects that could simply entertain your personality.  I’m sure that hit a sore spot, on saying we should never be bored, but, we really shouldn’t. We should be surrounding ourselves with information and knowledge concerning what interests us. We shouldn’t be limiting it to just one entertainment either. There are days I have so many projects in my head that I become ADD and feel like a cat chasing the laser light across the house, but I’m never bored. I might be tired, I might be ill, I might even be emotional, but I am never bored, none of us should be.

So, I know that when the cooler weather comes around, I will be spending a lot more quality time with nature, reintroducing myself to her, gathering, photographing, walking the dogs and camping, the possibilities are endless. The cooler to colder months are my most looked forward to times. My house is often cluttered, laundry is neglected more so than usual, but I am in my happy place and that is something to look forward to, as long as I don’t wish away the hot days, the weekdays or even the work hours.  Time to again slow down and appreciate the moments we have now.

One of the events that took place was astral traveling to another, I can only assume, planet or plain of existence. I myself have never seen the northern lights in person, only in beautiful majestic photos that induce my imagination to run wild. Last night, I was in a place that had stars so low to the ground you could touch them, they were very warm but didn’t burn, they were bright and lit a night sky. The atmosphere was breathable however; the gravity force was far different than what we experience here. With your mind, you could manipulate the space around you to conform to your body as if you were lying back in a hammock. At any moment if you needed to rest, you would “think” up a thickened space around you, simply crawl up into it and only be about five feet from the ground. If you needed the surrounding stars to be not so bright, you would also create a shade with that same thickened airspace and it would dim or block all of the light.

There were other creatures (although they didn’t look like creatures, more like spiritual beings) that were walking around (the ground almost resembled that of wet beach sand only not cold or slippery) and there were others that had created this pocket of comfort (that’s the only reason I figured it out). The emotional feelings there were comfort, serenity, contentment, all living in the moment existence. When I wasn’t “sleeping” or as they expressed it to me “revitalizing” I was taking courses on their methods of living, I was exploring, gathering, and overall sharing an existence that seemed like a short life time, when really I was probably there only a matter of an hour our time. I didn’t have any wants, except to learn more, there was no need for an exchange of currency, it was a very basic paradise of sorts functioning on coexisting, with intent of sharing, not feeding the need for competition. The process of extending your mind in all of its abilities was also the theme for this possible planetary adventure.

I remember when I first became aware of being there, and the stars were so small yet so powerful, I was overwhelmed a bit with the fact that I (and every single one of us in existence in this entire Universe) am so very small. We see it, we try to fathom it, but until you truly “get it”, it doesn’t stimulate all of the other quests to discover what we truly are.

Another situation that has encouraged me to write about it is the fact that while I’m astral traveling, if I haven’t actually arrived to a destination, there are so many other beings that can see me. They can see that very part of me that is not my physical self, and while people here on earth (in their physical state) often judge, bond with their clique, and are closed minded to anyone else having any talents, skills or gifts, these beings recognize all that is special within us. Sometimes, their intensions are less than pleasant or positive as well, but I usually encounter the beings and spirits that cherish our very being and somehow advocate for us to rely on the positive and energetic part of our souls, instead of feeding our ego, or allowing the bad and hurtful to be given away or displayed.

In other words, they are encouraging us to change our method of presentation to raise our own awareness and vibrations. Communication is far more than voicing words, its actual energies we give off every day, some can be seen, and some can only be felt. We have the potential of moving into a different state of consciousness where is a language we don’t physical hear, it becomes a spiritual intercourse of structured and organized expressions and vibrations. Since I was a child, I recognized that I could do this, but have you ever had an entire conversation with someone solely in an eye lock? Even if it’s someone you don’t know, locking eyes with them and feeling everything they feel, suddenly knowing things about them they’ve never told you, all within a matter of mere moments? Try it sometime, hopefully you can find a willing participant, on the train, bus, waiting in line, whatever occasion arises. Rely on your own intuition and spirit. I think you will be surprised.

Look, I’m not trying to say I have all of the answers, obviously since I’m just now (at the tender age of 42) starting to figure these things out. But I wanted to share this with you, the readers. I’m not asking you to change your faith, traditions or upbringing. I’m trying to encourage you to discover things about you that are not obvious to the rest of humanity. Explore your Universe; learn what can create an existence that is satisfying. If this is possibly only one of your lifetime existences, why not make this the one where you crack codes, move to another level of your being. I am extending my nurturing tendencies to others that have come to a realization, and even come to me with questions of what their reason for being here is. Doesn’t everyone deserve that opportunity? Even someone who might be so horrid and self-absorbed? 

The rights we have on this planet are existent only on this planet. We have true entitlements that are not written in stone, they need only to be discovered and treated with decency and respect, then shared so that others can utilize and appreciate them as well.

Happy Tuesday! <3