What does your reflection say to you?

I can’t believe what happened today.  I was going about my business, running errands, grocery shopping, the usual weekly “to-do’s”.  After an hour and a half a Costco I was feeling a pit parched as I packed my car with boxes of food and miles of papertowels and toilet paper.  On my way home, I felt an urge to swing by a local deli/market and grab a water. 

As I approached the store, I saw man sitting at an outdoor table. One table, one chair, he wasn’t sitting in towards the table but had postioned himself with his back against the wall with the front of his body facing every individual that had decided to venture into the tiny store.  As lunch hour was in full roar, there were quite a few people coming in and out.  Most walking in with arms empty and walking out with arms full of sandwiches and drinks.  As I parked my car in the front of the store I was aware that he was asking each person that walked into the store if they had money to give.  Or atleast thats what it sounded like. 

The man was wearing an old brown canvas jacket and what looked like black sweats or jeans, he was covered in dirt, and his hair looked as though it hadn’t been washed or brushed in months.  He sat with one leg resting over the other leg, with the leg pulled up on the knee of the other leg,  he was picking at what appeared to be a pretty nasty sore on his ankle.  His socks were tinged gray and brown with only a small fold of what appeared to be white - cotton socks.  This man was down on his luck in my opinion.  I immediately began to feel empathy for him and thought that if he did ask me for something on my way into the store I would kindly offer him a sandwich or juice of his choice, he had a look of hunger, or atleast a yearning for something….

I grabbed my bag and keys and got out of my car. As I got closer the pungent foul smell of body odor whiffed past me.  I had to hold my breath for few seconds, actually I didn’t have a choice because it took my breath away.  I could not help but feel bad for this person.  I started to have thoughts – different viewpoints - quickly arguing back and forth inside my own head….”He needs help, no he’s probably gotten himself to this place by some choice of his, Nobody chooses to let themselves go like that, do they? He doesn’t seem to care about himself, he’s lost all sense of pride, he’s beyond help…Oh I could help him…Maybe I could give him food…”  Yes these honestly were thoughts that were racing around my head, there were more, some positive thougths, negative thoughts, judgements, empathetic pain, sadness for this man.  I’ve been in situations were I have been around folks who have been down on their luck, helping out at the soup kitchen, helping out families gathering food for those in need of food…collecting jackets for those who need them, sending coffee to our troops in Iraq. You get the idea, but don’t recall seeing those folks in their situations with thoughts of them being “wounded”. 

I have recently been working very hard on remaining in the now, releasing negative emotions and thoughts, keeping positive and trying to be and stay in a place of awareness but without judgement, basically staying in a ”good place” as often as posible, so when I saw this particular man it clearly struck a nerve I wasn’t aware I still hadn’t touched yet.

So whats the point you ask…Well, as I walked up to the storefront, this (will call him the ‘transient man’ ) transient man asked me if I could spare 85 cents.  I truly did not have any change or cash on me, only my debit card, I was apologetic and explained to him that I truly didn’t have any money on my body but I’d love to get him (purchase him) a soda or sandwhich.  I asked him if he was hungry and then asked him if he would like something to eat, a sandwhich or chips, whatever,  I would get it for him.  Without hesitation he looked up at me with the most amazing crystal ice blue eyes and an incredibly cranky tone and told me in no uncertain terms (from what I could understand from his mumbling) that he didn’t want food!  He didn’t want a soda! And lastly he said, “Look lady, I don’t want what you think I should have, I want 85 cents so I can have enough money to by me my pint of whiskey!”

I stood there for a second or two absolutely dumbfounded.  I was no longer in a place of observance, I was no longer judging him, but I was in a state of disbelief that I found myself a bit attached to an outcome, I was so sure that I was doing the right thing. Was I? I actually began to ask myself  “Should I go buy him his pint?”  Of course not, but who am I to decide what it was that he needed?

I walked into the store, grabbed what I wanted, paid the clerk, and as I was walking out of the door a tall, good looking man walked in and smiled toward me, he said “Apparently your soda wasnt’ good enough!”

So I have finally come to a place (several hours later) where I feel I can take the event or events of today and surrender them, letting them go…Some how the words “LET GO” are resonating with me and I’m commited to bringing my awarenessof todays events to a place called ”surrender”, a sense of detachment for in this lesson there is truth, there is spirit and there is love.  In a strange way I received a message from spirit, reminding me to let go, there was no need for me to become attached to this situation or its outcome…

Where does your ego lie?

Brightest Blessings

Wishing you a day filled with love, light and laughter…..and beauty!

Namaste!

Take time to appreciate the little things

January 19, 2010

I know that there are days that happen to each and everyone of us that can only be explained as “unbelievable!”, and I don’t mean that in a positive tone.

I have learned a couple of things in life though, regardless of how bad our day has been, if we can keep our minds and our emotions on a calm, balanced level, things that can be construde as “bad hair days” can actually turn around.  If we can take a bad moment, the kind of moment that happens when the only word that wants to come out of your mouth is “bleep *^$$&* bleep ^*%##% bleep” (use your imagination to fill in the jumble and bleeps!) stop yourself and try to evaluate the situation.  I try rating on a level from 1 to 10, 1 being a fabulous terrific day can’t get much better kind of day and 10 being the worst day you can imagine…sorry don’t want to go there for fear of the Law of Attraction taking over….lol.

If you can rate it below a 6, you can probably turn it around, maybe not the event or situation but how youre looking at it.

My mother always used to say “Everything happens for a reason whether we want it to or not”.  She was right, but what she didn’t tell me that I have learned is that when things feel crappy, call upon your Archangels, your healing angels, your spirits guides or spirit friends to help you out, usually they will.  If there is a lesson in it for you to learn, great! But that doesn’t mean you have to suffer to learn it. 

The only lessons in life that I believe we have to go through for the only fact that we are human, is grief, losing something or someone.  Regardless of the level of pain, no matter how much it may hurt, no matter how long it may take you to get through it, before you begin to feel human again, the end result is a lesson that we have learned not just about grief, but also about love.  Generally it’s hard to grief for something or someone that you don’t care about.  It doesn’t touch your heart.  But with grief, when you lose someone you love by death, divorce, seperation or whatever reason it touches your heart and hurts in such a way that truly the only thing that can make it feel better is your decision to feel better, to heal, and to move on,,,time,,,it just takes time.  We can’t determine how much time it will take, for only our heart knows when it has truly healed.

So when things seem dark and your feeling down and out…try to see the positive, try to look at the good things that you do have, friends or family, a dog or cat, a good job or a nice car, or maybe something about yourself, it could be great hair or a beautiful smile…so look at what you have been blessed with, look at what you have completed and what is being done ….

Try to see yourself and your situation as clearly as possible for just a few moments without the emotional part of it, and see if it will shed some light on what may be making you feel so dark…

Wishing you a week filled with love, light and laughter!

Mich

Approximately a year and a half ago, I woke up one morning to hearing three names. My spirit guides kept repeating them, the names will be changed to protect the innocent-lol) Carol, Howard and Jean. I began asking everyone I ran across that morning if they were related to Carol, Howard and Jean. Nope, Nope, Nope, so by the time I got to work I thought maybe I was just trying to drive myself nuts and just obsessing. Anyway, I walked into my shop, and “Pat” was at the front desk smiling away, wishing me a warm hello. Hello I said, and couldn’t help myself, in fact, it came out like word vomit. “Pat? Do you know a Carol, Howard and a Jean?” “Yes” Pat said. “Carol is my mother-in-law, Tom’s mom.” I said “Ok fine? And Howard and Jean have passed away right?”

“No” Pat said. “Howard is still alive, but Jean has passed” I couldn’t help myself, because the message I got that morning was very clear! Not to mention, I had no idea who these folks were! Carol was the daughter and Howard and Jean were her parents, and my message was that they were both passed and they were saying hello to Carol. I didn’t know what to say to Pat. All I knew is that the message I got and the information Pat gave me were different. I didn’t know what to say. I suddenly knew it, but I couldn’t say it. Jean was coming through not just to say Hi, but to help Howard cross over, it was his time, my message was a bit confused, I thought they were both passed, but Jean was on the other side waiting for her soul mate, Harold to cross over to her so that they could be together.

I asked Pat “Are you sure?” She looked at me like I was nuts! She didn’t really believe in all my “witchy-woo” stuff, but I knew what was about to happen, thank goodness the phone rang to distract us both from the conversation that neither one of us was comfortable with at that point.

Pat came to work the following day to tell me that Howard had crossed over the night before at dinner. The family was having there evening meal, and Howard took a breath and leant over his plate, yes, he was gone. Pat began to cry a bit as she shared the news with me, I felt choked up and all I could say to her was “I’m sorry”, but inside I felt almost a sense of relief, I knew it was going to happen.

“Remember yesterday morning when I asked you about Carol, Howard and Jean…?” She looked at me with a blank stare and suddenly looked as though she was about to pass out. Spirit doesn’t always give you exact details, times or what exactly will or did happen, but trust what you get, write it down, it could be hours, days, months, years,,,or even minutes in my case, but at some point it will all make senseto you, you (or I) will be validated. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gotten information and had no idea what to do with, who to give it to, or what the signs were for, because maybe I hadn’t been shown yet. Trust me when I say when I give a reading, it’s interactive. I just need to say that it’s not up to me to figure out the puzzle, they give me the pieces that will fit for you!

So bless you and your spirit guides, and may they help guide you along your path, may you be open to listen and to be open to their love.

Bright blessings to you.

The trouble started when I began to listen to the tapes and started to type in a word program what I recorded and things just got strange. The computer wouldn’t connect to the internet, then it would, but my website pages wouldn’t open (again), then I completely lost my monitor.  So I acknowledging spriti intervention at this point. But I am still having to work through all of this.  So my phone rang a couple of tiems, and as I would grab my phone, I coud see that the names were those of my clients.  But as I would press a button to answer the call, the call woul go straight to voice mail.  So the great news is that I was able to check my voice mail, there wasn’t anything urgent but did recieve a couple of really not messages from my previous clients thanking me and telling me how great their reading was. 

I kind of woke up this morning in a small but maneagable funk, not really sure why, but could only ponder that it had something to do with some very strange dreams that I had that night, something about snow and ice, driving and trying to keep my car on the road, then I remembered the dream I had the night before, where I was actually driving my car around the turn of a mountain side and my car stearing wheel wouldn’t move, I went off the cliff, but not tumbling, not rolling or bumping down, just straight off the edge and then floating down, quickly of course, and of course I then remembered that I had woken up prior to my ass hitting the ground.  So hence, the “funk”.

So as the day progressed, I started to “snap” out of it and chose to meditate and do some readings, that always makes me feel lighter and more happy regardless of what’s going on!

So the readings were good and I’ll be posting what i received in a minute, but I just thougth it was so funny how many crazy things happened that just wouldn’t allow the process to go smoothly. So i wonder if it’s Spirit’s way of just playing, communicating or trying to prevent me from communicating to my client via email.  I always feel such a stronger connection when I do my readings in person, but I have consciously chosen to do most of them recently by email, because being empathic, the one-on-one readings got so intense. I had a few were it felt as though my heart was pounding so fast I thought my heart would explode, my arms would ache, or whatever, I just really took on whatever illness/pain the Spirit was trying to show me…

As many of you know I have suffered from Fibromyalgia for many years, and have found that when I’m not careful with the readings, and if I take on to many of the empathic qualities of my readings that it really wipes me out, it takes me days to recover from it. So I’ve made the decision to go the email root until things calm down and I can work out some communication issues with my guides.  The vibrations they send can’t be quite intense.

Well, it’s late, and I’m fricken tired of trying to make my desktop function, so maybe tomorrow,,,so I’m signing off from my good old lap…top….

Hugs, light and love to all

Namaste,

Micha’ele

One day in particular, that I can’t forget because it was so terrifying, I must have been about 5, maybe 6 years of age. My mom took me to church one Sunday. The Open Hand Christian church I believe is what it was called. From the outside it felt medieval, big wooden doors adorned the front of the church with the big rot iron door handles and bolts. But I have to say, the inside felt even more dark. I remember things were covered with red velvet. I remember sitting in the third pew back from the front. The pastor was speaking of the devil, and to fear God. He was yelling it! How awful I thought. I remember hearing a voice even then, a comforting voice telling me not to worry, that the man was only speaking of what he new, and out of fear, and that there was no such thing as the devil, only evil, which was the absence of God and Light, the higher self, the light within our hearts. I told my mom that I didn’t want to go back, so we didn’t.

And that was that. I told my mom what I had heard, what my “angel” told me. And I can’t remember my mother ever taking me to church again. I think she probably thought it frightened me. Or that I was crazy. But I felt more of a sense that it was fake and made up rather than something to be feared. I remember telling myself at that age that God is good, he wouldn’t create something so bad. He gives us choices and it’s up to us to decide what it is that we want to do with it from there…

So here I am, feeling really happy and lucky, with Ariel still by my side, and now Connie, I think that’s what her name is. There is an Irish accent and a sense that she comes from a strong Celtic or Welsh knowing…I can’t find the right word to use besides “knowing”, it just seems right. And she has a wonderful light sense of humor, and seems very wise. To the point. Similar to Ariel. But more helpful, or more available? I get the feeling she is here for me for different reasons.

There is another guide, I think is a masculine energy but I still haven’t gotten to much on him yet, still he seems quiet.

My lesson in all of this has been my truth. I’ve known my whole life what I believe. It hasn’t wavered. I remember seeing faces and shadows when I was a kid, I felt things happening to me that weren’t, (like when my dad had a heartattack, I felt it) I knew that it happened or was happening to someone else. I would tell my mom, and she would say I was just having a bad dream. Funny how she now asks me if my Grandma is around and to do readings for her, she’s particulary fond of the tarot…

Warm wishes and laughter to all…

Good night.

Namaste

M

I just got an email from Ruth Finley Person – Wells Fargo Center for the Arts, Santa Rosa, CA. Asking me to help them promote Lisa Williams Medium & Clairvoyant, her show on July 23rd. Amazing! I have no connection to them what so ever, and now all of the sudden I’m putting my mentor on my website to help advertise in this area for tickets to her show. OMG!

HUGS TO ALL AND HAVE A BLESSED DAY!

MICHA’ELE