Funny how in such a short period of time our normal can become so very abnormal. So we currently have a dilemma of the soul when the meaning of our lives slap us briskly with clearity. Hoping that the world sees this as a challenge to the living. How all of us work together is key to surviving a virus that could potentially kill one third of the population on Earth. A modest estimation from the papered experts basing their opinion on the honesty of various governments.
Are the numbers correct?, or is the infection rate higher than reported. It is possible, even our country lied to save face and not risk the public embarrassment that would have come from admitting the war we were involved in could not be won.
It is time to decide what is needed to save lives and slow the progression of the infection rate. There will be and has been some inevitable decreasing of the surplus population. This will be followed by the leveling off of supply and demand. Time for people to return to work and time for the employed to be working and paid to buy supply. The long and the short of it is the Covid-19 virus shall haunt us worldwide for a long time to come!
Monday, March 16, 2020
Friday, March 6, 2020
The Veil is Translucence Spirits are with us
It has been awhile since my last post. Due to rapidly changing circumstance, life has lessen the amount of spirits I'm currently exposed to on a regular basis. Occasionally a picture or two gets shared with me.
The consensus seems to be that you have to be where others have said a ghost has been for someone to have an "experience". Spirits and Angels walk among us, they always have. Wherever you are, so are they; some are watching, some want to participate in life.
Many a ghost story has an underlying love story of someone who would sacrifice everything for another. In death, they become the ghost story, the ghost story of the man or women that returns for that which holds their focus of thought and emotion. Usually ill fated or unrequited the emotion that evokes such pinpoint focus is all that consumed them in life. The imprint of this obsession upon their very soul became the thought that would drive the focus of their afterlife.
On occasion spirits still come through my life. There is so many ways that they indicate their presence that it is all not as cut and dry as in seeing a ghost.
There is ghosts where I live, in the area. The land has been part of the heritage of the south since 1696 when it became part of a vast plantation. The first owner used a portion of land as a dowry for his daughter Sarah. She was eventually wed to a young man, Edward Lightwood. The two had built a house somewhere on the land here that had burned around the time of the American Revolution. The land became unable to produce any of the forms of local agriculture, so Edward decided to raise cattle. There is a ghost story here on the island about the six American Cowboys. These six spirits where former ranchers that cared for the cattle when the land failed to produce crop. They still ride the land those cowboys; six male figures on horseback. Pickpocket way it was called for its lack of producing a marketable crop of any sort.
During the 1780's when the American Revolution found its way to Charleston this part of the island from time to time felt the boots of the British marching to retrieve the colony for king George of England.
Besides the fact that slavery was alive and well during this time in our country's history. Cruelty was a daily reality for many of the persons suffering from involuntary servitude. The various acts of desperation and debauchery also has contributed to the inundation of spirits that remain.
Now a days, there have been a couple of neighbors whose soul left their bodies and found that they could not return. One stayed for Christmas with family and moved on. The other just moved on.
You ever heard "you are who you run with" the same is true about spirits. Surround yourself with that which is positive, the negative out here, is, well negative. There is in present day a crematorium just up the street from me.
As earlier stated Spirits and Angels walk among us they always have. They always will some remain forever lost in the bottomless emotion that swirled them in. Others with stay for a awhile but once what they stayed for has rectified, that spirit is moving onto to the next stage of spiritual existence. Where will your spiritual transition take you? Will you immediately move on or will you stop for what or who you leave behind.
The consensus seems to be that you have to be where others have said a ghost has been for someone to have an "experience". Spirits and Angels walk among us, they always have. Wherever you are, so are they; some are watching, some want to participate in life.
Many a ghost story has an underlying love story of someone who would sacrifice everything for another. In death, they become the ghost story, the ghost story of the man or women that returns for that which holds their focus of thought and emotion. Usually ill fated or unrequited the emotion that evokes such pinpoint focus is all that consumed them in life. The imprint of this obsession upon their very soul became the thought that would drive the focus of their afterlife.
On occasion spirits still come through my life. There is so many ways that they indicate their presence that it is all not as cut and dry as in seeing a ghost.
There is ghosts where I live, in the area. The land has been part of the heritage of the south since 1696 when it became part of a vast plantation. The first owner used a portion of land as a dowry for his daughter Sarah. She was eventually wed to a young man, Edward Lightwood. The two had built a house somewhere on the land here that had burned around the time of the American Revolution. The land became unable to produce any of the forms of local agriculture, so Edward decided to raise cattle. There is a ghost story here on the island about the six American Cowboys. These six spirits where former ranchers that cared for the cattle when the land failed to produce crop. They still ride the land those cowboys; six male figures on horseback. Pickpocket way it was called for its lack of producing a marketable crop of any sort.
During the 1780's when the American Revolution found its way to Charleston this part of the island from time to time felt the boots of the British marching to retrieve the colony for king George of England.
Besides the fact that slavery was alive and well during this time in our country's history. Cruelty was a daily reality for many of the persons suffering from involuntary servitude. The various acts of desperation and debauchery also has contributed to the inundation of spirits that remain.
Now a days, there have been a couple of neighbors whose soul left their bodies and found that they could not return. One stayed for Christmas with family and moved on. The other just moved on.
You ever heard "you are who you run with" the same is true about spirits. Surround yourself with that which is positive, the negative out here, is, well negative. There is in present day a crematorium just up the street from me.
As earlier stated Spirits and Angels walk among us they always have. They always will some remain forever lost in the bottomless emotion that swirled them in. Others with stay for a awhile but once what they stayed for has rectified, that spirit is moving onto to the next stage of spiritual existence. Where will your spiritual transition take you? Will you immediately move on or will you stop for what or who you leave behind.
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Holiday Neighbor
A couple of years ago had brought an encounter home for the holidays. It being just before Christmas, many were gathering their belongings to visit those they love. Same could be said for those living in my neighborhood. Just beyond my backyard was a cul-de-sac of homes and like most tightly built neighborhoods ours contains tightly knit neighbors.
It was a lovely morning, the temperature was mild with sun and a blue sky; however as I glanced out the rear window it was as if expecting emergency vehicles. An ambulance came through at first arriving quietly without lights flashing. Acting unsure as to why this feeling came upon me, out the back door I went. Slowly walking across the yard to find two of my other neighbors watching an ambulance pull up.
I could feel why, the man living in the rear of the cul-de-sac was in my head. There where he could be felt. A surreal fog took hold of me as his confusion over took me. Without needing a memo of that instant I knew my neighbor had recently passed away.
As one of my neighbors began to awaken me from my mental befuttlement, I started to say he has deceased and that a priest or pastor would arrive shortly. Stoping myself for these two neighbors knew the deceadant much better than I. Also remembering one of my rules about not blurting out unsolicited readings that cause others to feel or do what they would not have had I not spoken.
When I had returned to clariety Rick if memory serves me correctly, was still in my head. He was still confused and now a little frightened. In thought, or telepathy, I said to him " Please don't be afraid if your body is able to be reinhabited than you will return; if not then you must make your way to the light." He had family coming for the holiday and he had not seen them in some time. The notion of not being here to see them to let them know he loves them was very off putting for him. The one neighbor had passed away that day of a heart attack I think.
It was a lovely morning, the temperature was mild with sun and a blue sky; however as I glanced out the rear window it was as if expecting emergency vehicles. An ambulance came through at first arriving quietly without lights flashing. Acting unsure as to why this feeling came upon me, out the back door I went. Slowly walking across the yard to find two of my other neighbors watching an ambulance pull up.
I could feel why, the man living in the rear of the cul-de-sac was in my head. There where he could be felt. A surreal fog took hold of me as his confusion over took me. Without needing a memo of that instant I knew my neighbor had recently passed away.
As one of my neighbors began to awaken me from my mental befuttlement, I started to say he has deceased and that a priest or pastor would arrive shortly. Stoping myself for these two neighbors knew the deceadant much better than I. Also remembering one of my rules about not blurting out unsolicited readings that cause others to feel or do what they would not have had I not spoken.
When I had returned to clariety Rick if memory serves me correctly, was still in my head. He was still confused and now a little frightened. In thought, or telepathy, I said to him " Please don't be afraid if your body is able to be reinhabited than you will return; if not then you must make your way to the light." He had family coming for the holiday and he had not seen them in some time. The notion of not being here to see them to let them know he loves them was very off putting for him. The one neighbor had passed away that day of a heart attack I think.
R.I.P.
Monday, October 15, 2018
Poor Little Lost Soul
In the sense of the living, it has been sometime since my last post. It is not that spirits have ceased to exist in my life, however, for the time being, giving ghost tours currently has. The time it is taking for all the "red tape" to unravel and all to be settled that is up in the air. It is, in the larger picture, all that appers to matter.
In the time given there have been other spirits come. Thank God for God for without the Lord the underworld would have me already. The world is a compelling place, isn't? surely you do not believe that I represent the biggest monster out here; that requires a lack of humanity.
I recently received a call from a women that had lived over sixty years as a good women of faith in a family homestead built in 1810. During my interview learning that she had grown up in the church and now spent much of her time in service to her community and the Lord. Of sound mind and spirit she had stated never having any sort of experience of this nature in all her years.
This past July in 2018, as she did every evening she retired to her room and changed into her night clothes as part of her routine before getting into bed. Nothing out of the ordinary that evening of the 18th at first she lay comfortably. As she beagan to doze off to sleep she met the first spirit in her life time. It only took this single visit to frighten her from her own bed.
As I listened she told me of what had frightened her so. She said " as I was laying there it felt as if something or someone had entered the bed." I asked if she could be more specific as to what occured, did you see something or hear some thing. No but her bed depressed as if something had stepped on the bottom being described as a being of lanky structure. She said that the four limbs were long and thin. The fingers were that way too as it pulled up onto the bed on the side next to her. She went on to describe it slinking up and curling up next to her in the bed. Though she commanded it to leave her bed in the name of the Lord in the name of God, the entity is felt to have remained in the room.
We talked about God, I asked if she could get together a prayer circle. To assemble a group to form a circle that joins hands forming a connection for God to work through. My senses and deduction was of a spirit that was seeking the way back to heaven. It did not as she stated do anything to hurt her or inerreact with her. A spirit that does not harm is seeking something. A prayer circle of people joining hands forms a door for that spirit who crawled in the bed.
In the time given there have been other spirits come. Thank God for God for without the Lord the underworld would have me already. The world is a compelling place, isn't? surely you do not believe that I represent the biggest monster out here; that requires a lack of humanity.
I recently received a call from a women that had lived over sixty years as a good women of faith in a family homestead built in 1810. During my interview learning that she had grown up in the church and now spent much of her time in service to her community and the Lord. Of sound mind and spirit she had stated never having any sort of experience of this nature in all her years.
This past July in 2018, as she did every evening she retired to her room and changed into her night clothes as part of her routine before getting into bed. Nothing out of the ordinary that evening of the 18th at first she lay comfortably. As she beagan to doze off to sleep she met the first spirit in her life time. It only took this single visit to frighten her from her own bed.
As I listened she told me of what had frightened her so. She said " as I was laying there it felt as if something or someone had entered the bed." I asked if she could be more specific as to what occured, did you see something or hear some thing. No but her bed depressed as if something had stepped on the bottom being described as a being of lanky structure. She said that the four limbs were long and thin. The fingers were that way too as it pulled up onto the bed on the side next to her. She went on to describe it slinking up and curling up next to her in the bed. Though she commanded it to leave her bed in the name of the Lord in the name of God, the entity is felt to have remained in the room.
We talked about God, I asked if she could get together a prayer circle. To assemble a group to form a circle that joins hands forming a connection for God to work through. My senses and deduction was of a spirit that was seeking the way back to heaven. It did not as she stated do anything to hurt her or inerreact with her. A spirit that does not harm is seeking something. A prayer circle of people joining hands forms a door for that spirit who crawled in the bed.
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
The Family "Kicker" She's a Lifelong Connection
In some families they inherit property goods, but in mine, we inherited a spirit. The spirit is female, an older women that would have been my great Aunt Mae. Yes, she is a family member and oddly enough I had never met her in life; however death is a different story.
In life, she was my Great Aunt through marriage. She came from my mother's side of the family; she was the sister of a generous man of kind heart. He had married my Great Grandmother Dyson just after she became a widow. My Great Grandfather had died suddenly of a heart attack just after she became pregnant and just before my Grandfather Dyson was born. Ladies and Gentlemen this was at the turn of 1900 when it was so much more than difficult to be an unwed pregnant women.
She is called the "kicker" because of how she manifests; it just so happen it was my siblings and I that began to call her the "kicker". She has visited everyone in the family, my mother when she was alive, my sisters have stories of her as do I. She nudges the mattress on your bed until you awake. When she comes she will keep you awake most of the night; nudging and nudging until you wake. Once you have drifted back off, she will nudge the mattress again repeatedly till you have awaken once again. This will lesson over the course of a night depending upon the immensity and intensity of the events that are to occur.
Last night was a single nudge and it was nice to get sleep since she has had me awake on and off for the better part of two in half weeks now. This is a spirit that always comes when there is changes coming in my life or to those near me. Great Aunt Mae rarely communicates messages and it took me many years to understand that the information she would divulge would change the course of how happenings were to happen. It is because when she visits it is when there is huge things happening in life. She has been an omen of death and disruption in what is happening in life when she is here!
Whats in a name? the name came from all of use realizing the bed would always be nudged and what came next was the kicker. "It is better to have a pat on your back than a kick in the seat of your pants"
Monday, October 2, 2017
Connection with No Cue?
Over the years I have tried and practiced a few disciplines of mind to have some personal control over when spirits are received; even with years experience, it is unattainable. Generally, contact is when I am conscious the entire time.
Since being injured, I have been admittedly keeping bankers hours and it is not as if the livings time frame measurements mean anything to spirits. Sleep is where I try to get some reprieve from spiritual contact. My sleeping patterns have suffered from frequent disruptions for years especially now living in such a haunted city. Funny thing is my dreams are extremely vividly in colorful detail, as if I am truly awake and present.
In some instances such is not always the case, as in last night. I had gone to sleep early around 10:30 PM. The unusual part was waking about 3 hours later, to overwhelming sadness. This had caused me to sit upright with my legs over the side of the bed as if to get up. When reaching a point which my waking state had caught up, I found myself crying. Sorrowfully weeping in an unidentifiable pool of sadness. In thinking about this, I did not know why, instead it became apparent that calming myself down would benefit my being able to return to sleep. As if someone else had come to wipe my tears, to tell me "calm yourself child"
This is not how I commonly receive communication, however I am not in the habit of awakening to cry either.
Since being injured, I have been admittedly keeping bankers hours and it is not as if the livings time frame measurements mean anything to spirits. Sleep is where I try to get some reprieve from spiritual contact. My sleeping patterns have suffered from frequent disruptions for years especially now living in such a haunted city. Funny thing is my dreams are extremely vividly in colorful detail, as if I am truly awake and present.
In some instances such is not always the case, as in last night. I had gone to sleep early around 10:30 PM. The unusual part was waking about 3 hours later, to overwhelming sadness. This had caused me to sit upright with my legs over the side of the bed as if to get up. When reaching a point which my waking state had caught up, I found myself crying. Sorrowfully weeping in an unidentifiable pool of sadness. In thinking about this, I did not know why, instead it became apparent that calming myself down would benefit my being able to return to sleep. As if someone else had come to wipe my tears, to tell me "calm yourself child"
This is not how I commonly receive communication, however I am not in the habit of awakening to cry either.
Thursday, September 21, 2017
About a spirit named "Dave"
As many of you know I frequently meditate, this allows me to become part of the universal spiritual consciousness. During one of my meditative sessions yesterday I opened myself for receiving spiritual messages and this is when I met Dave. As a clairvoyant medium this is a very real daily thing for me, unlike what television shows you. In the real world of clairvoyance they come and they go without cue. They do not always come for the living to answer, sometimes they come to have a voice in this dimension. In Dave's case, he showed me as if I were watching a movie, people, places, and things that are vividly in color as well as in full dimension content. It feels as real as if in the living sense of consciousness.
Dave looks to be a middle aged man, appearing to be of physically fit shape with that slight amount of bulge that comes with age. He has a chiseled look to his face, roundish cheeks with a slightly large nose. A clean cut brown eyed man of average stature with decent head of hair to match. He also feels as if he laughed in life but he has petence for his ways of living, but don't we all?
This is what he shared:
We begin where the staircases meet in this Manor house. Standing in a hallway of framed wood decorated walls. To our left the hallway proceeds to a library door. Once through the door, the room opens outward to the sides and upwards to the ceilings. Across from us and around us are large book shelves which span the walls from floor to ceiling unless otherwise interrupted by a window. To the left side of the room, a loft area that contains seating and a table.
The thing that was most important was just to our left behind the door. An area was left devoid of shelves to accommodate this odd piece of furniture placed there. Built flat on the back and circular to the front this cabinet serves as a dry bar or at least did. It is unique in that when closed the top and doors all lock together in front controlled by a key. A furniture key, a tubular key with a flat piece attached to it with the tumbler grind marks etched into the top. This key is on a ball chain that has been protected by hanging around his neck. Now he wants someone to go and open that cabinet.
The thing is this was ever so random, it was not a reading in which I channeled for a specific person with specific information that the living provide. No essence of the spirit in the energy flow of the relative. No lingering essence from an object that relates to this spirit provided by the living. Do you know Dave?
Dave looks to be a middle aged man, appearing to be of physically fit shape with that slight amount of bulge that comes with age. He has a chiseled look to his face, roundish cheeks with a slightly large nose. A clean cut brown eyed man of average stature with decent head of hair to match. He also feels as if he laughed in life but he has petence for his ways of living, but don't we all?
This is what he shared:
We begin where the staircases meet in this Manor house. Standing in a hallway of framed wood decorated walls. To our left the hallway proceeds to a library door. Once through the door, the room opens outward to the sides and upwards to the ceilings. Across from us and around us are large book shelves which span the walls from floor to ceiling unless otherwise interrupted by a window. To the left side of the room, a loft area that contains seating and a table.
The thing that was most important was just to our left behind the door. An area was left devoid of shelves to accommodate this odd piece of furniture placed there. Built flat on the back and circular to the front this cabinet serves as a dry bar or at least did. It is unique in that when closed the top and doors all lock together in front controlled by a key. A furniture key, a tubular key with a flat piece attached to it with the tumbler grind marks etched into the top. This key is on a ball chain that has been protected by hanging around his neck. Now he wants someone to go and open that cabinet.
The thing is this was ever so random, it was not a reading in which I channeled for a specific person with specific information that the living provide. No essence of the spirit in the energy flow of the relative. No lingering essence from an object that relates to this spirit provided by the living. Do you know Dave?
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