Stories about life, love, death, and what comes after.
“So was my Bassett hound an angel in disguise? Was it an emissary? Was it a useful tool of guides and angels? Given the before and after, I’m pretty convinced. I would very likely have been seriously injured or dead (dead is fine, maimed not so much) and would no doubt have done damage to others.”
“It’s one thing to say “I am the light!” when we are surrounded by the blaze of our fellow souls. It’s quite another to be immersed in the travails of human life and to come to see that we still shine.” Brenda didn’t really believe she was all of that until she stepped out of her tired Brenda suit and into her full Zsa Zsa magnificence.
Will missing the messages from our guides and angels upset them? Do we hurt their feelings when we’re so oblivious?
It’s not forever, this life. Some days I can’t stand that and others, I welcome it. When it’s done though? Flower crowns for all of us.
…It started over a dinner with Suzanne and Anita Moorjani. Healing. Why do some get it and others not? Why do we even get sick in the first place? As usual, I have thoughts.
What if we do everything right and things still go wrong? (If you’re experiencing the absolute JOY of the “law” of attraction in action, skip this one.) But if you’re not, know that is still possible to live in peace AND with joy, even when times are hard.
Our people do not leave us. They may leave our awareness and we can work to get that back. To a degree. Mostly an unsatisfying degree. It’s hard to give up constancy. It activates all of the why’s and a sense of unfairness and that deep, irreparable feeling of having something stolen from us. It isn’t the same. I wish I could say it was. But for many of us ~ me included ~ what comes after grief can bring incredible gifts. That is absolutely true and I am so very grateful it’s been my experience that after a long time of the most hopeless misery, I found something that helped and healed not only my broken heart, but a fear of death that held me captive for decades.
I was huddled in the corner of the room crying, a blanket over my head. Brenda was next to me in an ER bed, crying from pain. In the midst of chaos and sorrow, a shiny sign from my dead husband. And only hours later, we were laughing so hard the nurses shushed us. “All our darkness will turn to light.” It’s true.
It is very rare that I feel led to share something like this — and I get nothing for doing so. Just hoping that others may find this as useful as I have. Peace, centeredness, connection with spirit. All of the good things are here.
I saw Mike standing completely still at the edge of the cliff, looking out over the rim at the surrounding landscape and I went to him. He was wide-eyed. He looked stunned. Alarmed, I asked, “What happened to you?” And I will never forget what he said, my rational-minded though deeply spiritual husband: “I don’t know but when I got to the top of the cliff, something swept me to my knees. I was overwhelmed with the presence of God and I knew that I had been here before, that I had lived here once.”
An Unexpected Mystic 