The other day, I was having an … hmmm … icky feeling afternoon. We all get this way from time to time. It is normal I am sure. Just when I started to feel this way, I received an email from a woman named Lina. It was an instant notification that she has re-pinned this image of mine on Pinterest.
Now, if you have read my book or some of my blog posts you may have seen me write about Lena, my spirit guide. So, the name Lina (close enough) peaked my interest. Nothing happens randomly. Everything seems to happen for a reason. So, when I see the name Lena, I know it is a hello from her. In all of my life, I don’t remember seeing the name Lena, ever. Then once I met her through my past life work, her name just started popping up all over the place.
Just like when I was struggling with the decision to go through with a major life change…. I saw the license plate on the back of the car in front of me. I have photos of it from on my phone and my camera. I am still in disbelief that this happened. If you have Doreen Virtue’s book 101 Angels numbers – even the 514 number on the plate has relevant meaning to what was occurring in my life at the time. The meaning is that if you are struggling to make a change in your life, give the questions to your angels for help and guidance. They did.
But I digress. The coolest thing about the moment that Lina re-pinned one of my Pinterest posts, was that she also chose the image I made with the number 444. 444 means that angels are around you supporting you.
The day gets better. A few hours later, a good friend of mine calls to say that they just saw the time of 4:44 just after having to change a tire. They knew they had to call to tell me about it too. A reminder to them and to me at the same time. So cool.
The very next morning, I took my daughter to the store for a few things. The receipt total? $44.44. I could have squealed. I may have. lol. The fun part was – the cashier had heard about numbers having special meanings too.
Our spirit guides want us to know that we are loved by them so incredibly that they take the time to give us physical signs they are here with us. We just have to be open to seeing them.
What do you do when somebody dies? What do you do when you have so many around you die? It is not easy. In the last several months, three parents of friends (that I all knew), one baby, one teenager, and someone I considered a sister all passed away.
The hardest part is that even though I know what happens next, it is still hard. Even though I know it is celebration of their return on the other side, it is still hard.
What happens when you die, you ask…
They all recognized that they died. Angels, spirit guides and previously passed over loved ones were right next to each of them, as they have been for all of their lives. Then, a large, loving, golden Light appears to their right. The love just oozes out of this Light. The love just draws you right into it.
Why are insects attracted to a light?
If you have read any of my blog posts, you know that I have remembered many past lives personally. In fact, I have remembered well over 50 past lives. A few times my spirit guides have said to me that it is really important to go into The Light. The Light is the passageway into Heaven. It is our true nature of our self, our true lives. Earth is the classroom we visit to learn life lessons.
When we forget or do not go into The Light we can get lost. We do not go into The Light for various reasons that can include memory problems before death, feeling unworthy, wanting to stay to watch over loved ones, or if you die a sudden unexpected death you may not realize you died.
I do not (yet) fully understand what it means “to get lost” after death. Maybe we get stuck in a ghostly spiritual sense on the Earth plane where we may forget about the spark of light in our hearts and avoid going into The Light.
When my best friend’s parents both got sick it was hard to watch both of them deteriorate. First her mother died. It was very hard. It is always hard to see someone suffer and die. Interestingly, I saw her spirit in my own living room not long after her death. She told me she was waiting for her husband to come too. I knew inherently that she did not go into The Light. It is hard to explain how I know, but she just seemed heavier, denser somehow than those I have seen who have passed over in through The Light. She felt different.
Nearly one month later, my friend’s dad passed away. It was incredibly hard on my friend. (Listening and being there for her was still not enough to take away her pain.)
A few hours after his death, I sat in my living room in complete disbelief. All of this had transpired so fast. Her parents were both fine just a few months ago.
At that moment, a saw a vision of her dad showing me that he found her mother. He stood to the right of her. He made me aware that he found her so that she would not get lost. I got the impression, that this was part of the reason he felt he needed to go. He showed me how he was firmly grasping her hand to make sure she was safe. The Light, so golden and loving, appeared behind them. As The Light became brighter, they appeared more silhouetted. They turned and looked back to the Earth class and smiled. They turned and looked at each other and smiled more. Then, they looked into The Light and walked into it.
It was the sweetest, most loving thing between two people that I have ever witnessed.
What would you do if your daughter remembered being inside the Empire State Building when a plane crashed into it?
I listened.
My daughter was remembering a past life.
In preparing for a flight with her for the first time, she was afraid to fly.
So, one evening, using the information I have learned over the years (that kids can spontaneously remember a past life, just by asking them an open-ended question)
I asked her, “What do you think will happen if you fly in a plane?”
She responded with a story of plane crashing into a building in New York City…. I immediately thought of 9-11. I was pregnant with her at the time of that happening.
I am so grateful that I was open to learn about past lives and for all the past life work I have done for me and for others. My learning allowed for her to remember in a safe, open, and loving environment.
We heal for the life we live now. She flew on an airplane a few weeks later.
Life is full of surprises….
A few months ago, I was contacted (via my website and this blog) by the producer of Ghost Inside My Child, a TV show that tells the stories of children who remember a past life.
We are going to be on national television!!!!
See the whole story (in the USA) on Saturday, August 16, 2014 at 9pm EST on LMN, a Lifetime channel (or via online after it airs). It is Season Two, Episode One, the premiere episode for this season’s Ghost Inside My Child.
Daily OM
Combating Emotional Vampires
by Dr. Judith Orloff
The following is an excerpt from the “Combating Emotional Vampires” on-line course.
Relationships are always an energy exchange. To stay feeling our best, we must ask ourselves: Who gives us energy? Who saps it? It’s important to be surrounded by supportive, heart-centered people who make us feel safe and secure. It’s equally important to pinpoint the emotional vampires, who, whether they intend to or not, leech our energy.
To protect your sensitivity, it’s imperative to name and combat these emotional vampires. They’re everywhere: coworkers, neighbors, family, and friends. In Energy Psychiatry I’ve treated a revolving door of patients who’ve been hard-hit by drainers–truly a mental health epidemic that conventional medicine doesn’t see. I’m horrified by how many of these “emotionally walking wounded” (ordinarily perceptive, intelligent individuals) have become resigned to chronic anxiety or depression. Why the blind spot? Most of us haven’t been educated about draining people or how to emancipate ourselves from their clutches, requisite social skills for everyone desiring freedom. Emotional draining is a touchy subject. We don’t know how to tactfully address our needs without alienating others. The result: We get tongue-tied, or destructively passive. We ignore the SOS from our gut that screams, “Beware!” Or, quaking in our boots, we’re so afraid of the faux pas of appearing “impolite” that w! e become martyrs in lieu of being respectfully assertive. We don’t speak out because we don’t want to be seen as “difficult” or uncaring.
Vampires do more than drain our physical energy. The super-malignant ones can make you believe you’re an unworthy, unlovable wretch who doesn’t deserve better. The subtler species inflict damage that’s more of a slow burn. Smaller digs here and there can make you feel bad about yourself such as, “Dear, I see you’ve put on a few pounds” or “It’s not lady-like to interrupt.” In a flash, they’ve zapped you by prodding areas of shaky self-worth.
This is my credo for vampires: Their antics are unacceptable; you must develop a successful plan for coping with them. I deeply believe in the merciful message of The Lord’s Prayer to “forgive people their trespasses,” but I’m also a proponent of preventing the unconscious or mean-spirited from trespassing against us. Taking a stand against draining people is a form of self-care and canny communication that you must practice to give your freedom legs.
What turns someone into an emotional vampire? First, a psychological reason: children often reflexively mimic their parents’ most unflattering traits. A self-absorbed father can turn you into a self-absorbed son. Early modeling has impact. Studies of Holocaust survivors reveal that many became abusive parents themselves. The second explanation involves subtle energy. I’ve observed that childhood trauma–mistreatment, loss, parental alcoholism, illness–can weaken a person’s energy field. This energy leakage may condition those with such early wounds to draw on the vitality of others to compensate; it’s not something most are aware of. Nevertheless, the effects can be extreme. Visualize an octopus-like tendril extending from their energy field and glomming onto yours. Your intuition may register this as sadness, anger, fatigue, or a cloying, squirrelly feeling. The degree of mood change or physical reaction may vary. A vampire’s effects can stun like a sonic blast or make you! slowly wilt. But it’s the rare drainer that sets out to purposely enervate you. The majority act unconsciously, oblivious to being an emotional drain.
Let me tell you the secret of how a vampire operates so you can outsmart one. A vampire goes in for the kill by stirring up your emotions. Pushing your buttons throws you off center, which renders you easier to drain. Of all the emotional types, empaths are often the most devastated. However, certain emotional states increase everyone’s vulnerability. I myself am most susceptible to emotional vampires when I feel desperate, tired, or disempowered. Here are some others:
•Low self-esteem
•Depression
•A victim mentality
•Fear of asserting yourself
•Addiction to people-pleasing
When encountering emotional vampires, see what you can learn too. It’s your choice. You can simply feel tortured, resentful, and impotent. Or, as I try to do, ask yourself, “How can this interchange help me grow?” Every nanosecond of life, good, bad, or indifferent, is a chance to become emotionally freer, enlarge the heart. If we’re to have any hope of breaking war-mongering patterns, we must each play a part. As freedom fighters, strive to view vampires as opportunities to enlist your highest self and not be a sucker for negativity. Then you’ll leave smelling like a rose, even with Major-League Draculas.
We have all had some form of déjà vu in our lives. Déjà vu is that strangely eerie feeling that what you are doing has already happened. It is that oddly familiar feeling that you really have done this (whatever it is) already.
The other day my daughter and I were in New York City. We took a day to walk around and enjoy whatever we came upon. We walked down one street and I noticed there was a small shop with the name in French which drew me in right away. (I wish I could remember the name of the store. Yes, I tried to Google it.) I had to go, since if you know me, I LOVE all thing French. It was a cute store with jewelry from all over including France.
There, I found a bracelet that was embroidered with the word ‘Love’. It was perfect for me. I felt that it would be a nice reminder that we are loved. I walked out of that store and felt like I had done this already many, many times. The simple thing of just looking at it, adjusting it, tying it, the feel of it… all of which I felt like I had done before. For the rest of the day, I could not shake the feeling. That feeling is still with me nearly a week later.
I am sure I never saw this bracelet before nor have I ever had one like it before.
That déjà vu feeling was really strong the first few days.
I am afraid to take it off though. It is like I am wearing it for an important reason.
I LOVE that it says “love” on it… and that to me, it is a reminder that we are loved so much by our angels and spirit guides – so much more than we know. Their love for us in indescribable.
But, then I started to think about it. Maybe, just maybe I saw this bracelet while I was watching the preview to this lifetime. Remembering your preview of this lifetime is one reason for déjà vu. We all see a preview of the life we are living right now. We are shown the preview of our life along with a few others that would work towards the lessons we also chose to learn. I know I picked this life with all its trials and tribulations. (Yes, that means you picked your life too.)
I am learning in this class that we call Earth. Absolutely.
Maybe I hit a point in my life that is a reminder that I am on the right path. This bracelet. So simple, it almost seems silly. Truly, though, if the path we chose to learn the most was shown to us in Heaven as we pick this lifetime, then this bracelet is symbolic of that. I have been talking about love a lot. That we are loved more than we know. That we can emit love to others. That we should think loving thoughts (as opposed to fear-based thoughts). The angels pour love onto us. Love is a beautiful energy wavelength. I could go on and on.
What symbol or sign is this bracelet to me? I have yet to find out. I know it is important somehow, so that makes it exciting. I love bracelets so I will keep it on until I find out. I will definitely let you know.
Look in the mirror. Can you say, “I love you” to yourself?
Seriously. Look in the mirror and try it. Don’t be shy. Say it like you mean it.
It took me a long time too. If you practice it enough, it becomes easier. You get more confident. You like yourself more.
You love yourself.
As women, we are taught to give, give, give and to constantly take care of others. It was hard for me to stop living that way. (Like it was a bad habit, it was hard to break.) When you give, you should be able to receive. I was always being told to be open to receive, especially by my open-minded and psychic friends. (Love you all.)
When we receive, we allow others to feel the joy of giving.
Last summer, I started using the mantra: I am open to receive.
When we receive, we allow others to feel the joy of giving.
Now that the summer solstice is upon us, I know it has been a year that I have consciously practiced receiving… and by doing so loving me.
It is really about loving yourself first. I know, it sounds selfish… but it truly is not. When you love yourself, then it will become easy for others to love you too.
You see, by being open to receive is just another way of being open to receiving love.
Yes, love for you … for your own self. Everyone wants that.
Today I was going through my daughter’s old drawings and came across one that caught my attention. A lot. I had to share.
She had drawn an angel and told me that, this was her “Loving spirit (one of 12 or 13) that came to her to make her feel better and filled her heart with LOVE.”
I am so glad I wrote it down as she told me.
Kids say the most interesting things. My daughter certainly did then and still amazes me today. (I love you darling.)
At this point in my life I was not in touch with how angels and spirit guides are always here for us. I am sure I wrote it thinking, “Aw, that’s sweet.” And then did not think about it again. As I read it now, I am sure she was seeing an angel. She drew this when she was only four years old.
You can see for yourself that her drawing has angel wings and a halo of light around a heart above the crown chakra. It looks like they may be singing too.
I showed it to my daughter again. She said, “Look, see they even have a third eye too.”
WOW. She was four and could not only see this, but knew that they filled her heart with love. The amazing part is that this angel was only one of the 12 or 13 that came to her… for her.
Kids are soooo connected with Heaven, that angels, spirit guides and passed over loved ones are easily seen and can be talked to by children.
I obviously dismissed this experience as just an interesting drawing with an interesting description at that time in my life. I had been living for many years without much faith in anything and I know at this point in my life I was just beginning to understand that there is so much more. I now know that we are so incredibly loved by our angels, spirit guides and passed over loved ones it is incomprehensible.
PLEASE remember that all babies and children are so close to having just been in Heaven that seeing angels and being able to talk to them is so easy for them. Please, please, please support them and acknowledge this true God-given ability they all (we all) have so that it stays with them throughout their life. How wonderful to feel supported everyday and to know it.
I know I will be reviewing both my children’s drawings to see what other treasures I can find.
In the meantime, my daughter remembers this experience and offered to redraw this angel. I will post it when she does.
You dread the time when you wait or have to endure something that is boring
(Who doesn’t.)
Time nearly stands still as each nanosecond is painstakingly drawn out when something scary or life threatening happens
This relative thing called time moves along in its synchronistic ways
Moment to moment
Connect each second to second
And then the minute to the next minute
Hours soon go by
Days
Weeks
Years
And soon, a millennium passes us by
As time marches on
And on
And on
So take some time to try living in the now.
NOW – is literally focusing completely with all of your senses in what you are doing right now. The way that chair feels as you sit here. The temperature of the air you breathe in and out. Your heart beating. The smell of baking cookies in the air. The sound of music playing in the distance. The words that you read, the font being used, your eyes focusing on the text, all being processed quickly by your brain. All in perfect harmony.
I was given this …. um … I won’t say, since then you will know my age. I feel 25, so we will go with that. I was given this a very long time ago, way before I truly found myself (my whole self). I was going through a very difficult time in my life at that point.
I came across this declaration again while organizing paperwork recently, so I thought I would share it with you. I was given many other helpful things that I will soon share.
I am not sure who to acknowledge as the author, since none was given, so I send my thanks out to the one who wrote it.
I send my love out to the woman who gave it to me while I stayed there. I wish I could remember her name.
I can hear the words that Morgana says in the movie Little Mermaid II. She exclaims, “Say it loud. Say it Proud,” to little Melody as Melody turns into a mermaid and becomes her true self.
With heartfelt love to all who read this …. for all the dear, sweet Humans (as my friend, Sheri would say) who share this Earth with me, this is for you to declare.
My Declaration of Self Esteem I am ME.
In all the world, there is no one else exactly like ME.
There are persons who have some parts like ME, but no on adds up exactly like ME.
Therefore, everything that comes out of ME is authentically mine because I alone choose it.
I own everything about ME – my body, including everything it does; my mind, including all its thoughts and ideas; my eyes, including the images of all they behold; my feelings, whatever they may be – anger, joy, frustrations, love, disappointment, excitement; my mouth, and all the words that come out of it, polite, sweet or rough, correct or incorrect; my voice, loud or soft; and all my actions, whether they be to others or to myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears.
I own all my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes.
Because I own all of ME, I can become intimately acquainted with ME.
By so doing I can love ME and be friendly with ME in all my parts. I can then make it possible for all of ME to work in my best interests.
I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle ME, and other aspects that I do not know.
But as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for the solutions to the puzzles and for ways to find out more about ME.
However, I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is ME. This is authentic and represents where I am at that moment in time. When I review later how I looked and sounded, what I said and did, and how I thought and felt, some parts may turn out to be unfitting. I can discard that which is unfitting and keep that which proved fitting, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say and do.
I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order of the world of people and things outside of ME.
I let a little irritation get me down. We all have them once in a while.
I let a little frustration spiral out into other negative emotions, which begets other negative emotions and on and on.
It feels bad to be irritated. I would much rather be happy.
I am driving … well … sitting in traffic trying to drive through downtown (during rush hour… not always a smart choice, but I was heading towards my weekly intuition class so I was looking forward to the destination). I am slowly moving through a section of downtown where if you do not pay attention, you will end up on a highway in the total wrong direction … crossing over two lanes of traffic to the left … merging right … crossing back over two more lanes …. trying to get in the left lane so I can enter one of our tunnels here in Pittsburgh … you get the picture. Not an easy drive.
Meanwhile, I am sitting there in traffic feeling bad for myself, trying to find something positive to bring me out of this icky mood.
At this point in the drive I am on a bridge over one of our rivers … just sitting and waiting in traffic. I worry I will be late to class. I hear the roar of cars drive on the overpass above me. I wonder why we are sitting still. I look around and think of all the concrete they must have used to build all of this.
I start flipping channels on the radio to try to find a song … any song … they (the radio stations) know we sit in traffic at this time of day … there are so many commercials!
Then, something wondrous happens. A little white feather floats by, just in front of my car. It wisps around. It seems like minutes pass by in slow motion, although I am sure it was mere seconds.
The feather floats directly in front of my path – going from right to left across all four lanes … only to dance on a little wind and float up over the side.
POOF! Then, it was gone.
Just then, a song starts playing and I hear the words blare, “The Best Day of My Life.”
My lips form a smile as my scrunched up face softens. I am instantly happier. You see, I know when I see a random feather, it is a sign from above. It is a sign from an angel letting me know I am loved.
A simple reminder.
Just like that, I feel better. I let out a little laugh and wonder why was I so irritated and how did I let someone else decide how I feel.
I have been there and have seen it many times after remembering a death scene in many of my past lives during a past life regression (or PLR). It is a slightly different experience every time – since I died in different ways each lifetime. I have walked into the light in about 20 of the 50 lifetimes I have remembered.
First, please understand that there is no time after we die as well as while we are in Heaven. It is a very hard concept for us to wrap our heads around. When I have visited the healing room in Heaven it seemed short sometimes and long other times. Since there is no time, I have no idea how long. It could be years in our terms.
Once there, Angels much taller than me poured LOVE energy down through me and especially to where I needed healing – dependent upon how I died and my life experiences.
Sometimes I would lie in a bed with solid colored blankets that would match the color of a chakra that needed healing from that lifetime. I know I stayed there a long time, but during the past life regression I could move on to the next important event, so I have no reference of time.
I found this picture of an angel standing over a women … this is what it was like. Except it was more like a glistening room instead of clouds.
Sometimes I would have one healing angel. Sometimes I had many more. I remembered seven healing angels all around me after one difficult lifetime. It feels soooo incredible. It is soo loving …. there are no words to describe how deeply penetrating the love is.
I was inspired to write this poem after reading Doreen Virtues book ‘Assertiveness for Earth Angels’.
This poem is dedicated to those women out there who give, give and give. For those who put themselves last. For those who depend upon another person’s happiness for their own happiness. For those who are learning to put themselves first, to do things that make them happy and those learning to be open to receive.
I send my love to you..
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. The Rag Doll by Karen Kubicko
“The rag doll has a permanent smile sewn on her face
Always appearing happy
She lets you touch her, squeeze her and hold her without complaint
Inside, her stuffing is turning moldy and grey
Yet her smile continues
She listens intently to all you say
Hears all the harsh words that you pour out
Keeping her lips sealed
Unable to open her tightly stitched smile
Day after day passes
Slowly
She is easily forgotten
Pushed outside in the cold, bitter rain
Her little piece of love
Her heart-shaped piece of material
Long ago placed inside
Begins to be crumpled
Broken
Emotionally thrown about
Torn and tattered
Finally, it becomes guarded
Protected
She becomes stronger
Tired of the loneliness
She musters up all her courage
Takes a deep breath
Rises to the challenge of knowing ones true self
The rag doll limps outside
Knowing that there is more
There is unconditional love
Somewhere
Out there”
Make a written or mental list over the next few weeks on what you are doing when you smile.
You will start to see a pattern.
Maybe it is something you have not done in a long time and you think of it (for example, painting or drawing) and just the thought makes you smile.
Write it down.
Pretty soon you have a long list of things that make you happy. Start to do more of them. Pretty soon, you are happy all day.
Isn’t that what you want in life anyway … to be happy?
The absolutely cool part about knowing what makes you happy is that once you find your happiness, you fine your passion. Once you find your passion, abundance comes naturally.
