In my young teenage years I felt like I was alone. Waking up in a hospital room as
the nurses prepped me for one of many surgeries. My heart pounding with sorrow,
it was a few days before my 16th birthday and never been kissed. Sounds like a
cliché, this time in my life with a heart ache. There was a young nurse, he had
caught my eye and yet felt that love would never touch me. It was just another
surgery, another birthday, another day in the hospital.

7:00 AM: I was put on a gurney to take me to surgery. Just like normal, I was asked
to help move over by two nurses. I was making jokes so no one could hear my
silent tears inside my soul. I always keep a stiff upper lip so no one could
ever imagine how frightened I really was at that moment in time. Being on a
cold stretcher which was disguised as a small bed, looking up at a white
ceiling, I always count all the small details as I’m moving forward; it was
always the same way. Watching everyone rush by, some look at me, yet others
just seem as they shouldn’t look at this young girl in a blue cap. I’m
thinking most know where I’m going. The noises around me seemed so familiar,
like the speaker calling out to a doctor or a code, it’s always so busy. In
some ways it is so business like yet people smile as I move by them in the
hallways. As the elevator opened and they push the button to go to the surgical
floor, it felt so cold and all I had was a small blanket with a single sheet on
me, feeling vulnerable

I hear the doors as they open; it’s a mechanical sound as they bring you into the
hallway to wait for the doctors. ‘You want a warm blanket?’ a male voice spoke
to me. It was Carl the young nurse around 23 years old with Reddish hair, Tall
5’11 with a soft voice he had stolen my heart. A 16-year-old crush is so
intense. Carl explained that he could not go into the surgical room with me,
yet he would be watching the surgery. “Anne I’ll see you after the surgery” he
said, as they brought me into the surgical room. He smile and winking at me he
assured me, “You’ll be fine ”. Dr. Craig was a very famous orthopedics
physician and he came out to this small hospital in Glendora, California in
order to keep me from having any more stress. He was my doctor since I was two
years old. He was like father to me in a lot of ways. It’s always so cold in
that room and a lot of people talking softly as if we were in a mortuary. Then
Dr. Craig asked me if I was okay as they put an IV into my arm. They always
asked me to do the same thing “count backwards from one hundred”, as
I felt the anesthesia slowly put me to sleep.

At that time I felt a tremendous weightlessness, hearing voices which seemed so chaotic
yet so far away. Then there was warmth that I could not ever explain. I felt so
peaceful as if time stood still. Feeling others all around me yet not grasping
who they were. It was as though I had friends, relatives, all around me. I was
not afraid. They just stood around me caressing my soul. It was so wonderful,
there was no pain or worries just loving beings all around whispering to me,
‘you’ll just be here for a moment’. Hearing whispers ‘telling me they would see
me again but I have to go back.’ Then I felt my soul pulling into my body.
There was a rush and then a feeling of pain, so different from the wonderful
environment I had just left. I heard nurses all around “Anne can you hear me?”
they seem urgent for an answer from me. I felt my body in pain and them trying
to get my attention again and again, the nurses strongly saying my name “ANNE
can you hear me?” Then my eyes opened slowly and I saw all of them. They
all seemed so relieved when I answered them. I was in the recovery room. I’ve
been here before, always seemed to be the same thing yet somehow this time it
was different. Carl’s voice came to me in gentle warmth of concern “Anne, can
you say my name?” I looked at him and smiled. I was glad to hear his voice, my
heart pounded with some excitement knowing my heartthrob was talking to me.

They took me to my room. My mother was there sitting in a chair next to a window
waiting for me to be fully conscious. Her voice seemed concerned as she asked
me if I wanted some ice. By this time I was awake to some degree and said
“yes mom, I would.” The next day was my birthday, sweet 16. My mother
stayed by my bed the rest of the day. Carl’s head popped in my room and he said
“Young lady never do that again!” as he smiled. I just looked at him
with some confusion. The next day my mother came in with cake and some
presents. The nurses sang happy birthday to me yet the highlight of my birthday
was Carl coming in with three presents. I was so smitten and yet I felt he
could not see me as a woman. Then he winked at me and kissed my forehead “Anne
if you were just a little bit older.” in some ways my heart felt so wonderful.
My thoughts were of my first kiss, even though it was only a small one.

I was told that the anesthesiologist had briefly walked out and they had lost my
heart beat for while thinking I may not come back. Everyone felt so full with
life. I remember the peaceful serenity I had left, in warmth which was beyond
most perceptions. This was one of my experiences of knowing that there is
contentment, so deep that I can never explain it in full detail. Many talk
about the ‘white light’ yet there is so much more. This experience continues to
give me hope, whenever I find fear. I am here on earth to talk about my
experiences and help others Know the joy that is waiting for us when are done
here.

Food for thought

My expertise lies in picking up on current or past situations, such as relationships, business or any issues someone may be dealing with. For instance, if a client has questions
regarding a romantic relationship, I am able to get an overall feel. I can pick
up easily on past events and what the other person may be feeling.

I am very good at helping guide someone in the right, or more positive direction. In my practice, it’s common that when I am consulted, people have very specific questions. For
instance; “Will John and I ever get married?” Or “Am I going to get that promotion?”

As an intuitive, I do the best I can with making a prediction. I never claim to be 100% accurate. I don’t believe any person is ever 100% accurate no matter what they say and I
often warn people against such claims.

I see what I see. There are times when I see things very clearly but I don’t see everything all the time. If the question is about getting a promotion and I get a vision or a
feeling like the answer is yes, I might be right. But because of free-will, I
don’t or can’t see everything. Sometimes, we are not supposed to know what’s
coming as it may alter what should be taking place. For example, if everything
is set in place for the client to get the promotion, but something occurs at a
later date, like perhaps the decision maker moves to another position and a new
decision maker steps in before any promotion is announced, what I saw
previously changes. I catch glimpses of what may come but I don’t always see
the whole picture. I like to advise people to listen to their own intuition as
well as having a reading, with me or any other psychic.

This brings me to timelines. I might see something happen. But I may not get any specific time. It is very difficult to pin point by a guess that I might make. It can feel
close but close is a relative term. Close to me might be a year while my client
is anxious for things to start ASAP. I have a good track record for predictions. Occasionally I get a date, day or month. Visions or feelings are not scientific.

I also am able to communicate with those on the other side. I am asked about how I am able to do this and I am not sure. In fact, I question my psychic abilities all the time
and am always seeking ways to better understand how and why I have this
ability. Sometimes a client may be asking about work, and their deceased
brother shows up with a message. The messages do not always have deep meanings.
Sometimes they are silly or sometimes, I believe it’s just a way for that soul
on the other side to find a way to let their loved one know they are there. I
pass along the information I get even if it doesn’t make sense to me. It may
make sense to my client.

I take what I do seriously and I always come from a place of compassion. I never give
information that will be terribly upsetting unless I can see a way to prevent
it. We all have this ability to a degree and I happen to be able to call on it
rather frequently. I feel that my readings are not just about psychic messages
but about helping my clients get a better grasp on what they are dealing with
and be able to forge ahead with more confidence. I am also honest. If I cannot
pick up on anything, I will let you know so that you do not have to pay for a
reading that isn’t going to help you.

Last, I would like to tell anyone that you must beware of the people out there that only try to scare you for money. It’s not uncommon that I hear stories where a client was told by
another reader they have a life threatening disease or a curse and the psychic
can remove it for a fee. If ANYONE ever tells you this, RUN!

A psychic consultation doesn’t always guarantee you will hear what you want to hear but when someone uses fear to make you pay them more money, you need to know they are taking advantage and not at all working from a positive place.

Food for throught

I want to dedication my BLOG to Author
Kimberley A. Johnson who inspired me.

http://arkstories.com/

Rush,   Rush,   Rush, being on
time for work, what you need to do for your husband/wife, children, family and friends, this is important, yet how many times do we think about our own needs?

The Bible and other Divine writings make it very clear to ‘love ourselves as we
love others’, taking care of our body, mind and soul.  When we take
the time to feed our souls, we are going to feel better about our day. Our loved
ones will feel healthier, as well, because we have fewer anxieties from our
daily stresses.

Positive energies being put out
into the universe helps everyone feel more balance. Like a smile
or like laughter is contagious. Quiet times can be 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 30
minutes, or 1440 minutes ‘if we feel lucky’. When we don’t take those few
minutes of quite, we may find our minutes slipping away without noticing what we
are loosing. Questioning who we are, becoming overwhelmed; opening
many thoughts and emotions without cause is not healthy for our mental well
being.

We can move so very fast at times in our “E-world”, that we just forget about our own needs. If we don’t take care of ourselves, how can we expect to take of care our loved ones? Can you do your best, at work, at home, or any where, if you forget to love
yourself?  Many feel in conflict with their souls, loosing perspective by defining themselves by everyone else’s viewpoints (or lives).
Some who are reading this may be thinking, “Who is this person?
There isn’t enough time in the day to stop?”

I will say it again; it can be any amount of time. When we can slow down, just for that small amount, it will help us feel as fresh as the mountain air.

Then, we can continue to the next moment.
‘BE’ harmonious with the world around you and the day will move smoother and  happier. So think about: How can I make time for myself? Try to fit a few minutes here or there, taking a deep breath, its’ your life.

You won’t feel so overwhelmed and your needs WILL be met. You can help others by taking care of who you are (body, mind and soul). THEN you can “Rush, Rush, Rush,” and still be in harmony and balance even when you need to be on the go.

Food for thought

As a young girl I often encountered spirits, it was always natural for me.

Ghosts are another subject; the definition of ghost to me is: Earthbound spirits who haven’t found peace or want to walk around with the living.

I have had a few experiences with ghosts. This is one of my encounters, which today seems funny and I laugh at, because I would have understood and handled it differently today.

We begin in the afternoon right after school. It was around autumn when this adventure occurred. My new friend Cheryl invited myself and four other friends to a sleep-over. It was her birthday and we were going to her family cabin for the weekend, what a perfect party celebration. It was our first year in high school, so the mystery begins.

Her mother put all our things in the back of their SUV and we started off to their cabin, excited and as young girls do, chatting away about school, the older boys, and singing a few songs. Cheryl then told us how the previous owners of the cabin had told them there were weird things going on, like things moving for no apparent reason.

She continued by saying that an older couple had been seen late at night walking in and out of some of the lodge cabins.Though Cheryl’s mom, Stephanie, said they had never seen or heard anything unusual themselves. The day was just after Halloween; thinking that she was just trying to scare us we just listened, not really taking it too seriously.

We got to the cabin before the sunset and put our stuff away. It was lovely; it had a nice fireplace with a big bedroom. Stephanie, suggested some dinner and then hot chocolate. We were all excited about this adventure. As Stephanie cooked dinner we went out around the cabin looking at all the wildlife. But there was a chill in the air so we
quickly came back in to eat.

We had a lovely dinner and Stephanie started a fire. She picked up some marshmallows to roast, and again we started chatting away. Cheryl began talking about a couple that was murdered in the area.

I really wasn’t scared and never found the afterlife intimidating. The others seem to listen with eyes wide open. After the story we all chatted away about what we would do the next day. There was an ice skating rink we wanted to go to and all of us seemed to be excited. I had never skated before so I had some reservations about being on the ice.

Like all slumber parties minutes turned into hours and soon we had
Cheryl’s mother coming out asking us to settle down so we would be rested for
the next day. The fire we had started that evening as dwindling down to embers which turned into a soft light. We slept on the floor in sleeping bags and the other girls seem to drift off to sleep.

I found myself feeling uneasy; then I saw a mist in the middle of the room, a mist
coming towards me. I slowly seemed to get my eyes focused and noticed in front
of me, two older people, a man and a woman, who came close to me and screamed
“GET OUT OF HERE, WE WANT ALL OF YOU TO LEAVE!” I was very disturbed with the
experience and screamed, so loudly that I woke up the entire household. I
didn’t know what to do or feel at this time. This had scared me beyond belief.

We all got up and Stephanie came into the room trying to calm us down. I tried to
explain what I had seen yet they all felt that this was some sort of a dream.
The two people “ghosts” were so vivid, yet nobody could believe me.

We settled back down and everyone else slowly went back to sleep, except for me. I never really rested that night I was on alert. The next morning it was beautiful though we had a squawking jaybird outside the kitchen window as we ate breakfast. Nobody talked about the incident and we continued our day. Skating went fine (no falling on the ice)
and after the day was through we went back to the cabin.

On the second night we ended up going to sleep early. It was a restless night for me, very
disturbed and feeling uneasy, but with no other apparitions. The night finally
passed and then it was the morning, we were going to go back home.

We got up, getting ourselves together and back into the SUV. I was very relieved. This was
my first experience with ghosts, one that they definitely seemed to not want us
there. When I got home, I chatted with my mother about this event.

Mom told me that she had been through a few incidents which she had experiences like this one. She helped me feel somewhat better but I was never to forget it.

As I look back today, I would’ve dealt with this differently. I’ve since learned how
to deal with ghosts not letting them scare me. Understanding that all they
wanted was to have some silence.

This same or similar incident had happened to other people in this area
as well. When I investigate a haunting today, I will look up stories about the
area and always ask the ghosts what they need: Just like I would ask any
person, who seemed to be in distress or having problems.

When I got older I looked up Wrightwood, California (where the cabin was) and found that there were many stories like mine. This was my first scary ghost encounter and would not be my last as a young clairvoyant.

http://www.ghostsofamerica.com/9/California_Wrightwood_ghost_sightings.html

Food for thought

Dreams can come true by
working outside the box and understanding that life isn’t just black and white.
There are all kinds of gray tones in our world, and most of the time we, being
logical, have a hard time seeing the possibilities. Dualism can help us to an
extent, yet when we only see things in two ways we’re missing things. Let’s
open the box, play with all the colors inside, expand our ideas, and see where
it can lead us.

Most of us remember the movie the “Wizard of Oz”.
This movie starts in black and white, on a farm with a little girl who is
afraid. Then we see the winds turning, and suddenly color comes into play.
Dorothy is in pursuit of security, in color, not just black and white. By
facing her fear, she is no longer afraid. She has come home. She has found
herself.

Art has a gray scale, going from white to the deepest absence of
color, black. Using this as a metaphor we can understand how to capture some of
the true values in life (in between absolutes). We can know or see the lightest
to the darkest tones. Artist’s use these values in order to capture forms, light to
dark, and feelings. When we look at a color scheme, we can find many different
types of warm and cool values. They can appear where we least expect them, yet
retain the appearance of fitting in. Picasso was a world renowned leader as an artist, and yet late in
his life he saw the world through a child’s eyes, simplistic yet profound. He
came to the conclusion that the true artists were childlike because they were
not directed by technique, or as tainted by other’s opinions. There are many people who are artists, inventors
or scientists, inspired by observing what might be considered mundane. These
possibilities are the things of which dreams are made.

There are cultures that feel dreams are real experiences. The
aborigines in Australia believe dreamtime is not a mystical state of existence;
it is the waking life that is the illusion. There are other cultures that have
many of the same belief systems. And then other cultures believe their truth is
going into an alternate state of mind in order to find their path. Most
cultures use some kind of meditation or prayer as a common practice to connect
to consciousness. When integrating dreamtime, prayer, or meditation, let’s
ponder like those in some cultures, that these conscious realities may be an
illusion which can enrich our true selves. Let’s look at the many scientists
and inventors who have looked into their visions in order to find their
answers. Einstein looked at clocks and saw the potentials in time and space.
Some accounts even say he attributed the idea of relativity to his dreams or
meditations. Now it’s generally known as the theory of relativity; could you
imagine what would have happened if he did not share this with the world?

Albert Einstein, along with Leonardo da Vinci or Pablo
Picasso—these are just a few who allowed their imagery to give us the
possibilities. We look up to these famous people as prodigies and not just
regular people. All of them were just like many of us. Leonardo da Vinci was
from a very modest family. In his time it was very unusual for a man of his
status to become an artist, inventor, or visionary. Who would have thought to
ask a patent clerk what relativity was? Multi-dimensional ? perspective? Cubism?
Realities?

Look at the so-called normal people. The definition of normal, In
Merriam-Webster dictionary “a: according with,
constituting, or not deviating from a norm, rule, or principle b: conforming to a type, standard, or regular pattern”. Normality is letting our
society tell us what we should believe in or see. In order to illustrate my
point I’m going to use” Plato’s cave allegory”. Once there was a man who
stepped out of a cave and found a different realization of thought and reality
(life out of the cave). After finding these new thoughts, he went back to the
cave to share them. The others in the cave did not want to listen to these new
ideas and demanded him to stop or they would kill him. So for survival, he
ended up stepping back into the role that he had held as a simple cave dweller.
We are all unique, yet fear is a big factor in speaking out about what we
learn. Fear keeps us bound to “normal,” acceptable standards created by a
society that may be living in that dark cave, but we adhere to them, keeping
our light under a bushel so we won’t stand out.

I want you to consider these ideas to help you expand your
beliefs. When we think we are the experts on a subject, we can stop growing.
Our mentors need also to grow and remember that there are new ideas. Even now,
we are learning and growing every day. We find that the theory of relativity
has extensions, not the end, but a beginning. Possibilities.

Most people we love as icons started as little children; they just
didn’t forget the prospects of becoming unique. If we step out of the box and
learn to use abstract thoughts, we all are leaders, artists, inventors and
scientists. We all have our strengths and weaknesses. Remember this word
strength. Understanding, as children, many of us used our imagination like
breathing. It was so easy for us, feeling that we could be anything. As
children we can look at a humble home and imagine it being a castle. The castle
has all the warmth and love that we want. There is an old saying “home is where
the heart is”  yet as we get older we are
taught that this household isn’t a castle but just a home. We now turn into the
man who feared that his life would be taken if he talked about a new reality, a
cave dweller. Logic is sometimes important, yet it only leads to two places.
Maybe dualism is just a closed (black and white) thought system, and yet there
are so many other ideas and colors that are here to inspire us.

In conclusion, we can have our dreams and grow as people if we
don’t forget that we started life as children who used all the abstract ideas within. Dream the impossible dream and it can come
true. Just like the movie “Wizard of oz.” we started by looking at the world in
black and white. After a while color comes into play and enriches our lives
with new possibilities.

“Somewhere Over the Rainbow”

“Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There’s a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true.”

Food for thought.

Three months before this date I had dreams of horrific content.
Some would be so detailed I would wake sweating and feeling the pain of others.
Other dreams had been more symbolic like two tornadoes hitting a new city and
destroying everyone in their path. I remember talking to my friend Claudia who
I was living with at the time. Claudia had written down my dreams and dates
them. One dream I remember was so horrifying I could smell the fear around me.
In this dream there were three people arguing. They seemed very cartoon like
and they were not involved with others in the room. These people finally got so
angry at each other that two got up had a knife and stabbed the third. The
people around them were standing in lines as they were getting food. Suddenly
all of them became fearful, in the glass building piercing their bodies. In
this dream they were screaming for help. I always wonder as a psychic why I
would have such vivid dreams if I can’t help.

On September 11, 2001 America, as well as the world suffered an
impact like we had never seen before. I lived in a little town in New Jersey at
the time, Somerville. It was about thirty miles from the Newark airport. The
planes that hit the twin towers may have flown above me before becoming a bomb.

That morning started off normal just like every other day. We
first got a call from Claudia’s daughter expressing her fears about her
boyfriend not calling her back after the appointment he had in New York.
Claudia reassured her that everything would be fine. This was before the first
plane had hit. Around 9:30 AM we first got a call from a friend of ours who
told us about the twin towers. We did not own a TV just a radio. At this time
we both felt sick. Claudia called her daughter asking if she had heard from her
boyfriend. Fortunately she had found out that traffic was backed up and he was
unable to attend this meeting. Other friends were not so lucky.

That day between 9:00 AM to 6:00 PM the radio gave us details
about what was going on. In some ways I feel like we were lucky because seeing
it and feeling it would have been too overwhelming for us. We were asked to not
use the telephones services. My family who lived California got a hold of me
that day finding out that I was okay. All that day I felt a million screaming
souls who felt lost as some went into the light; I feel as a psychic that some
souls were torn out of their bodies so fast that they did not know where to go.
I felt a great divine presence that seemed to be around the souls that needed
guidance. Around 3:00 PM I felt a rush of tears all around me as if I was right
there by the twin towers. In fact, I got so sick I had to go into our restroom
and put a cold cloth on my neck. The day went on slowly as we got graphic news
from the radio. The other information we received was from friends who called
us in concern of our health.

Slowly the day turned into evening as if we were in a movie about
World War II. We were asked not to turn on the lights and keep inside that
evening. The Eerie feeling was still around us, getting information about
friends and family who worked in or around the ill fated buildings. It was
difficult because phone service was down or busy that day. The people caught in
New York weren’t able to make a simple call. Most of the lines were down. For
example, we had a friend’s father who worked in the twin towers. He had just
lost his mother the previous month and was terrified that his whole family was
gone. Thoughts of death were running through his mind. He finally got a call
from his father at 6PM that evening. This was his 30th birthday, a wonderful
present to hear, yet even after hearing from his father this young man was
still fearing of losing the rest of his family. That day was a nightmare he
would not easily forget. Many people had also lost others in and around the Pentagon.
A friend who had contracts with the government said he lost over a thousand
friends both in New York and DC.

Ten years ago a man who used others to
do his bidding, in the name of GOD, killed the hearts and souls of many. The
day after was also like a scene from a horror movie. People weren’t walking
around town. We tried to feel normal yet it was hard. There was a man who was
white, clean cut, out on the streets yelling ‘…they killed Jews,
African-Americans, and all those other people.’ Who would’ve guessed that it
was not the rants of a Muslim yet coming from a white supremacist? It was a nerve-racking
day. We all shared our stories of who had passed and who we heard from.
Everyone in our small town seemed to have lost so many. Our next-door neighbor from
South Africa had lost her husband.

Most will remember, all over the world,
where they were on September 11, 2001. No one felt safe. We can still go into
New York and see the battle scars. We as a nation won’t forget. New York can
still feel some souls wandering around trying to find their way because they
were they were yanked out of their bodies so quickly. Other people had visions,
dreams, and feelings of dread. Don’t discount these intuitive accounts. Maybe
we can somehow change events or help soul’s crossing over into the light. I’ve
learned to write down the vivid thoughts, visions, and dreams; not to take my
dreams for granted. As thoughts come rushing into my mind, we can use these
psychic dreams to remember what happened and in the future we can possibly
change these events.

Where were you on this day September 11, 2001? Did you have dreams about it?

Do you think we can change historical events as psychics/people by speaking up
and talking about our shared vivid thoughts, visions, and dreams?

This blog is dedicated to all families who were touched by this day.

Blessings

Anne

A few days ago I came here to have another operation. The Doctor
had told me yesterday there had been some complications. He wanted me to stay
for a few more days. After the surgery I had these foggy images, a feeling of
being connected, peaceful and loved. I had no idea why I felt so peaceful at a
soul level. Physically I was in pain, hated this room, yet with all this, I was
feeling loved. I knew everything would be fine. After a while Nancy came back
in to help me clean up and then bring my breakfast. My Mother walked in, asking
“how are you feeling today?” her tone was calm, but her face seemed very
trouble. “You remember anything after the surgery Anne?” I looked at
her, trying to eat a bit of my breakfast and answering ‘No Mom, but everything
is going to be fine, I just know.’ Mom looked puzzled. “They told me
you’re in a lot of pain. We almost lost you. Your Doctor said there is a chance
you won’t walk again.” I smiled as I was finishing my breakfast, ‘I want
to tell you something I remember Mom.’ She sat down, ‘Mom, you want some of my
breakfast? I can’t eat any more.’ She replied “No, try to eat as much as
you can sweetheart.”

Soon after Nancy took my breakfast away, and as I was looking at my Mother I said, ‘I want to talk with you about something. It’s still foggy. I’m afraid if I don’t tell someone I
will forget.’ My Mother being a patience woman just winked at me and listened.
I started talking, ‘Mom during the surgery it was as if time stood still. When
the Anesthesiologist put me to sleep I remember him asking me to count backward
from 100 and then I was sleep. This time it was a lot different. I usually
remember nothing and wake up in the recovery room. I’m not sure how to explain
or why or how it was different.’ My Mom looked at me, “what do you mean
honey?” I continue to talk as she listened. ‘It was like a dream yet so
very genuine. I was in this wonderful place. It felt loving, peaceful and warm;
connected to everything. I had this feeling like someone was whispering to me
“Telling me just to wait, not to be afraid.” I want to say it seemed like there
was light around me, yet it was more than that, Mom. I felt like people were
around reassuring me not to worry. One time I heard in the distances some
voices that seemed panic-ed, but they were outside this place. The people
around me just held me closer. It seemed as if they did not want me to connect
with the distress. I was in awe; I felt no pain, just warmth and a loving
touch. Then the time started to more again. The others around me gently let go,
telling me I would be fine and not to worry. I felt the warmth slowly moving
away. Then I was in the recovery room. The nurses told me strongly to keep
awake. It was cold and not all the warmth or peace as it had been. What do you
think Mom?’

My Mom just looked at me asking only one question: “Did you feel like you knew these people?” I replied, ‘Yes, I don’t know who they were, but I felt they were a part of
me.’ She smiled, “Anne, I went through something like this, yet I was
floating and I saw the Doctors, Nurses, everyone panic-ed and I felt the warmth,
love and yet not connected to my body.” I asked her, ‘When did this
happen?’ She said, “When I was having your sister Margaret. We both almost
died.” I felt so connected to my Mom. I am glad I told her. She just sat
there and smiled. After this experience, I wasn’t afraid of death, I know there
was a place with love, warmth, no judgment and peace. I know this was a Journey
into the Light. My Mother’s journey was a little different, yet we both knew it
was the same place.

This is one of my experiences, Into the Light. Many people have gone through their journey and returned to share the peace, warmth and love, which I believe, is a connection
to a deeper soul level that all of us will receive. We are never alone; this
light connects each of us to each other. Enjoy your journey, for the peace I
feel, we all will receive.

Blessings -Anne

We’re learning about the circles of love, lust and relationships that are normal in everyone’s life. Everyone has different times on each stage. Some people go fast and other takes their sweet time. Then we have other’s who are just is in the middle with their timelines.

We’re going to explore the stages that we all go through; getting to know if this is our soul mate.

Stage one – I just want to be close to you.

We meet someone and they make us laugh. We feel a bond and this energy feels so very good exciting. Going out on dates or doing things together, it feels good. They really look good to me “like wow”. Feeling excited asking “is this is my soul mate?”, yet it’s just too soon. They dress up and want to please me in every way they can. We like the same things and all is right in this world of new beginning, I just want to be close to you.

Stage Two – Is this the same person?

After awhile we aren’t doing so much together, we seem to feel different. Still feels nice yet what’s happening?  They just don’t want to dress up as much as before.  We feel conformable together so this is OK for now.  It feels like the bond is there yet we’re moving slower.  Is this the same person?
I’m not sure if I like what they are doing all time. Can we stay together is this the right one?  Some will talk to a psychic or advisor for advice and others will work it out on their own. Do we see red flags or is there fire still smoldering?
In this stage (two) we often find out if this is the long term relationship we have been looking for.

Stage Three- Will we marry?

We are really doing it. This could be the ONE.  The excitement is still around, but not as intense, yet they make me feel good. We do things together and I have times when I can be myself.
The relationship feels good and I can trust them. I know they’re not perfect yet we have all the right stuff. I can talk and do things will them or just sit in the same room. It feels great.
What do we do next?  Could we get married? This may be my souls mate?
We talk and discuss up how we want to try to live together or get married. Though our eyes we desire to live in the same house, it makes sense, we can help each other and we’re getting tired of going to each other’s place.  We could be married, connected.
These stages in dating 101 can help us understand where we are in our relationships.
Some make it and others don’t, yet throughout history this is (for the most part) the way it works.
Even in cultures with arranged marriages.

I hope this helps anyone who reads this blog.  Realize that there are stages for a healthy relationship, there’s nothing wrong with us if it doesn’t work out.   There are just some people who we aren’t compatible with us. There are others who we will get through these relationship stages and can be together.  Exploring these stages will help you understand who is your “soul mate”, and the Circle of Love.

http://www.ehow.com/how-does_4571991_stages-of-dating.html

Food for thought

As life experiences increase, we move faster and a bit bigger. Guess what happens next? As more difficult experiences get in our way, we learn to deal with them but picking up the baggage. Some of us find it easier than others. Some will feel so overwhelmed that the troubles feel negative. The struggles can get in our way. Small, medium or large; learning how to deal with them can confuse us even more.

Now here is where Karma comes into play, our life lessons. Do we remember the beginning, a non toxic soul? Learning how to deal with fears that get in our way?

We come to a place I will call “destiny”, trying to find how we can move pass these turning points. Feeling blocked, uncontrollable pain, we can become cold and lost. We see another soul who we imagine can connect with us. We’re not feeling so separated, lonely and dark; being embraced by the warmth and protection of the new soul. The “illusion” is becoming bigger, stronger, and faster than before. Fears are slowly forgotten, and seem to leave us. The struggles we now remember seem fewer. We feel that the other soul will protect us. Then, he/she moves always from us because their life lessons are different than ours, protecting themselves from the danger of getting off their true course. Destiny creeps in. Our fears seem to revisit, not ever truly resolved. The illusion fades, reality sets in, a life lesson.

How do we deal with this lesson? Positive? Negative? Neutral? Our life lessons become harder because we’re not protecting ourselves from these fears. We let toxic waste overwhelm us at every point, disharmony enters our lives. When our life lessons are not learned, they can become rockier and more difficult. Destiny again pops in, if we choose to follow the illusion, we don’t grow. Free will is not as easy as it seems. We find ourselves trying to move towards our path once again. Others come to us from our soul group also moving toward consciousness. So we join with them and flow faster with excitement, but there are doubts and other confusing ideas. We can feel lost and lonelier again than ever. An ignored lesson, a lesson not learned an illusion, so let it be recognized. We can grow and flow, towards harmony and love as long as we act upon life.

In the beginning as innocent souls, as babes, we are not contaminated, we are clear and warm. We’re not tainted by negative thoughts. We learned about sins, shames, biases and loose our purity. We need to learn how to overcome our obstacles, the mountains that get in our way. The passage back to our true selves, the journey reclaiming how to “love thyself”. It is our destiny to be whole and in harmony. If we do truly love, then we can see through the illusions. Learning life’s lessons can be easier than we think. Thinking that by just connecting to someone in life will help our lives and destiny is the deception. We need to love ourselves, feeling in harmony, and then we become capable to love others, as our true divine destiny.

Food for Thought