“What goes around comes around.” A double-edged sword or a beautifully wrapped gift?
When you hear that expression, what thoughts run through your mind?
I carry on in the likeness of my parents, grandparents, great grandparents and so on. Doesn’t it only make sense – if their blood runs through my veins, that I would have inherited their beliefs?
Once upon a time an exceptionally lively kitten by the name of Seven, took up residence with our family.
Mischievous.
Adventurous.
Expressive.
And very, very curious.
Seven was always up to something and kept us on our toes with his entertaining and heartwarming antics. We nicknamed him ‘Moses Poses’.
You take yourself with you wherever you go – whether it’s to a family get-together, dinner with friends, a networking event, or the afterlife. Wherever you go – there you are.
Death is inevitable.
We will all take that journey at some point in our life, but we don’t have to carry our excess baggage with us when we do. Sure, there’s no extra charge for overweight baggage, but why bother taking it when everything you need will be at your beck and call?
“Many of us go to the grave harboring resentment and never have an opportunity to say I’m sorry. Believe us when we say as soon as you arrive in the afterlife, there you are.
So what does that mean, you may be thinking?
It means you carry yourself with you wherever you go. What we were unable to ‘work’ on in the flesh, we can work out in the spirit. Our personality, grudges, and love, among many quirks and attributes, remain a part of us in the afterlife.
Many of us have never been given an opportunity to ask for forgiveness, nor offer forgiveness because you will not listen, you cannot hear our voices, we knock yet no one answers. We intend to change all that. We are reaching out and those who choose to listen, hear, and be of service are helping us. Forgiveness is the key to living a rich, rewarding life of happiness. Help us. Help you.”
What if you were to awaken tomorrow morning to an entirely different view of life and the afterlife?
What if you could connect and communicate with those who have gone before you; your spouse, relatives, friends and/or mentors who now dwell in spirit?
And what if you were able to have a two-way conversation, with an exchange of questions and answers?
Do you think you would have anything to say?
Do you think you would be interested in receiving an answer to that ‘something’ you have been wondering about for days, months, years?
The language of love is an unspoken language. It is communicated through emotions, thoughts and feelings. My communication with those in the spirit realm is based in love and words are not needed to inspire or maintain a connection.
The language of love is a beautiful language. As long as the heart is open and willing to give and receive, connections are fluent and conversations ebb and flow as effortlessly as the tide washes in and out.
A new year typically inspires new resolutions. As you turn the calendar page you find yourself resolute once again. Your mind races with the thought of achieving unlimited possibilities. For many, the beginning of a new year goes hand-in-hand with clearing the slate as boundless opportunities stretch out in front of you.
You resolve to begin anew; to pay more attention to how you fuel and care for your fabulous body, or maybe you will find a new job this year, or perhaps give up an old (less than desirable) habit. Whatever you decide, you absolutely decide to pay more attention and focus on achieving your goals.
The beauty in it is that you possess the power to put your resolutions into action. How fabulous is that? You are in complete control. To quote Henry Ford; “Whether you think you can, or you think you can’t – you’re right.”
In September of 1897, a curious young girl by the name of Virginia O’Hanlon wrote to the editor of the New York’s Sun with a burning question; “I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’ Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?”
This excerpt is part of a wonderful response provided by the editor, veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church. Virginia’s question and Francis’ response remain my favorite story.
There once was a time when I could not fathom the thought of living without my mother. I was much younger then and my mother was alive and vibrant. She and I were two peas in a pod and life, despite our growing pains, was sweet.
My mother is dead. Well, her physical body has returned to whence it came, the soil, but her spirit remains alive and vibrant. I am no longer able to hug or hold her, but I am able to spend time with her and call upon her guidance. For that I am grateful.
There is an expression “You don’t know what you don’t know”. I never knew back then, when I could not fathom the thought of living without my mother, that I wouldn’t have to. I did not know one’s spirit lives on, remaining ever present, even after the physical body has returned to whence it came. I also did not know I could be even closer to my mother in spirit than I was when we walked this earth plane together. You don’t know what you don’t know – until you do, that is.
Halloween has always been remembered as the time of year when ghosts are astir and magic is in the air. It conjures up images of witches, pumpkins, ghost and goblins. The celebration of Halloween is thought to have originated with the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain, when people would light bonfires and wear costumes to ward off roaming ghosts.*
Why would anyone want to ward off ghosts; roaming or otherwise?
I am of the belief ghosts and goblins have always gotten a bad ‘rap’ and are quite misunderstood. What if we were to look at these entities through different lenses? What if we welcomed their presence and took solace in their visits?
