Validation

I’m an Intuitive and an Empath.  Let me start off by saying that being a mother of three children I can relate to many different circumstances of feeling like someone has hit you upside the head with a “Negative” baseball bat.  Based on all of my education and experiences I learned straightaway how important it is to protect yourself from negative energies or entities particularly those given to us from friends or family.  And let me state that almost all of these so called gifts can come through as an intuitive hit or empathically making you feel like the negativity you suddenly seem to be carrying in your gut is your responsibility to work through.  So before you banish the dark clouds of energy, particularly if you feel that it is something that you have gained from a close friend or relative you may want to take a second or two to take a peak into this energy.   And here is why…

As a mother we are given special intuitive gifts, (also known as Mother’s Instinct), and some of those mothers maybe even be lucky enough to be the recipient of the gift known as Empathy.  What is intuition?  Intuition is the ability to feel, to know, two see and/or  to hear information from a source that some people may call spirit, higher-self, the creator or the “Gut”.  What is “Empathy”, “Empath” or “Empathic”?  Well it’s basically the ability to feel what somebody else is feeling , whether it be emotionally and physically and mentally or even spiritually.  We are given these abilities so that we mothers may tune into our children to get a sense of what is going on with them on a deeper level, when they are babies this intuition helps us to know whether our babies are hungry, tired or not feeling well, and as they get older this intuition alerts us when something is wrong with them physically or emotionally, or other.  We should feel blessed for this ability, even if it does make us crazy at times.  And if you’re a mom who can do both these things I think You should pat yourself on the back for being a mom that is able to relate to her children on such a deep level! 

When dealing with outside energies (Those energies that do not belong to you) and your abilities, before you dismiss them be sure that the information you are receiving (Even though you don’t like it) isn’t possibly information that you are being given to guide them, give them advice, or even stop them from doing something they shouldn’t or keeping them from a problem before They get into too deep of trouble.  To sum it up ~ To help your child from doing some thing stupid that may cause them or someone else  feet deep sense of pain.

How to protect yourself from negative energies or entities:  Start off Each morning with a quick prayer to Archangel Michael or whom ever you pray to or ask for help, to protect you from negative energies throughout your day.  And a quick prayer before you go to bed at night asking him to cut any cords that may have attached themselves to you during the day.

Wearing crystals such as Black Tourmaline, black obsidian, Amethyst, or Smokey quartz helps by naturally creating a vibrational change in your energy field by  which it  cleanses, purifies, and transforms dense energy into a lighter vibration. Use Black Tourmaline to help with electromagnetic smog (i.e. cell phones) and increase physical vitality. Black Tourmaline is a fantastic stone for grounding and protection, and aids in opening up the Root Chakra. Physically, Black Tourmaline is a purifying and detoxifying stone, helpful in cleansing the body. Smokey quartz is a great choice because it is self cleansing and absorbs negative energies while dispelling them, also know as self-preserving or self-cleansing so the only work with the crystal you have to do is to program it, which you should remember to do with all of your other crystals as well.  Programming the crystal infuses is it  with your intent (to heal, to purify, to be used only for positive intentions, etc. that you want to be applied to the crystal.  

A tried and true remedy is too take a bath in sea salt or Epsom salt with a few drops and lavender to clean away any negative energies.  You can add different  types of oils to the water depending upon what it is you are trying to accomplish (ie. Calming, invigorating, peace, waxing, waning, sleep, increase energy, etc.)  This can be done daily as needed.

The last and best solution that I can recommend for helping with almost any situation is to change your breathing.  Begin a series of three or four  diaphragmatic breaths, with each breath as you inhale bring in the intention ” healing, positive, love” and on the exhale, to the count of three, release the words “Negative Be-Gone!”  When you concentrate on breathing your mind, body or soul is unable to focus on anything else.  Try it and see for yourself!  A lot of people realize with this lesson that part of their problem all along has been that they have not been breathing properly hence creating a sensation of stress or an overall feeling of negativity throughout the body.  Controlling your breathing is another way of controlling your emotions.

If you need any further help with your situation feel free to e-mail me with your question at Michaele@healingintuitivegarden.com and I can send you an e-mail with information or  send you different links regarding information that will help for your particular issue, need or question.

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

Namaste

What makes your heart grow!

January 16th, 2010

Just a quick blog, I promised myself I would start blogging everyday starting with the new year,,,ok, I know I started late, and I’m  two weeks and a day late…but I’m actually on “blog #2″  WoooooooHoooooooooooo!!!!!!!

So here is my New Year’s resolution in a more detailed fashion, actually more like a defined promise to myself, to blog, aka journal, my daily life each and every day. This as part of my growing/learning experience as I challenge myself to change for the better, to maintain a positive attitude to prove that the Law of Attraction Exists, to prove that asking your angels for help exists and to prove that there is something larger than us in this big beautiful world.

So my list of things to talk about…

• Experiences with Angels
• Experiences with Spirit Guides
• Law of Attraction ~ Does it really Exist? Yes!!!
• Changing for the Better, being a better person
• Something bigger than the both of us
  
• marriage is a big one
• how much my marriage has changed and evolved over the past 8 years.
• How my relationships around my marriage have changed, including those relationships with my children,,, that  ought to be a good one so stay tuned….
• My intuitive life, how far I’ve come, and what my future aspirations are surrounding that subject,
• My pets, the loss of two of beautiful fur babies, the grief is crushing and sometimes feels as if it is never ending.
• Meditation – What does it really look like for the average girl like me…
• Being a psychic medium, being intuitive, empathic
• Metaphysics
• My journey, starting back to school  to earn my PhD – Yeah for me! and AaaGggHhhh I’m scared!
• Music ~ what rocks your world, what rocks mine?
• Spirituality  ~ A mind set or a religion?

And it’s now 3:37 am in the morning and my husband is complaining about it and the fact that I’m a night owl and not a day person….

So goodnight for now….Love to all

Blessings, with light love and laughter to you this day and always.

Micha’ele

A light to guide me through the darkness of night

January 15, 20010

Which seems to be a problem for me lately.  My New Year’s resolution to myself was to try to be more consistent, to do things with heart and love, and to be conscientious of the small and large things in my life.  For some reason, whether it be that I’ve always got my head and heart in the spirit realm, or that I tend to be less grounded due to other issues that I am working on,  or if its because I seem to let all the little things that surround my life influence me and distract me from my “now” or if its just a really bad habit that I’ve acquired, but I’m always 5 to 10 minutes late to EVERYTHING!  It drives me nuts more than it does others…but I’m working on it.

So better late than not at all with this one…..I promised myself that as part of my life lessons and ongoing learning about myself and life….I want to blog everyday, even if it is only a paragraph…

So one down and 364 to go.  Minus 15 days that I couldn’t get my crap together….I’ll be starting two weeks and a day or two late.

It is with spirits blessing and my hearts commitment that with these blogs, I will use them to learn or address one thing each day that I feel my spirit can learn from…

Wishing everyone  a day filled with light, love 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.

How many times have you found yourself doubting your thoughts, not trusting?  I did that today, and then I began to remember….

I started reflecting today about something that happened about five and half years ago. It was a rainy day in December.  My daughter and her two friends were upstairs getting  ready to hang out at another friends house only a couple blocks down the street. 

I hate to use this story as an example, but this was truly the first time I had a lesson in trusting, trusting your guides and your angels, actually slap me in the face! 

So on this rainy day, as my daughter and her two friends started out the front door.  I actually heard a loud and authorative voice speak at me saying ”Take her keys away from her and give her your keys to the BMW.!”  I thought I was going crazy! I WAS HEARING VOICES. THEY LOCK PEOPLE UP FOR THAT.   And I also knew that my husband was going to KILL ME if anything happened to our car, if she got into a fender bender or blew a tire because she ran over a curb for the 101st time.  But I digress…

 My daughter only had her license for a month, and her dad gave her an old car so she wouldn’t have to drive ours ~ she was allowed to drive a 1984 Honda civic, it barely ran, the tires looked as though they only had one tread left, the inside of the car was completely falling apart.  I mean that literally!  It was beaten, and it definitely would not have passed a “safe car you can drive” award, in fact it would be the winner of the “scariest, most dangerous cars to be in when involved in an accident!” award.  But my husband bought it for her, it was only meant for her to drive to school and back, he was so thrilled to have been able to give her her first car, and she was excited to get one.

To give you an idea of how bad her car was…When I sat in the car and shut the door, pieces of the ceiling would begin falling all over, chunks of the roof and foam would float down, landing in my hair and in my lap.  But what the heck? I thought, as my husband handed her the keys to her first car.  She wasn’t sure, and neither was I, if she should be thankful or upset, but she smiled, gave him a hug and said a sincere thank you to him, she was genuinely thankful for the thought of her step dad getting her a car, what 16 year old doesn’t want a car to drive around in, but then there was the message that the poor decrepit car sent to both of us ~ DANGER DANGER WILL ROBINSON!  LOL

Anyway, it was a rainy day, it was like the second week in December. When I met my daughter and her two friends at the front entrance way of our home to hug her good bye before she drove off to enjoy her new exciting freedom with her two friends, on this particular stormy night. I wanted to tell them to stay home and a rent a movie, anything, just to keep them home.  I remember them talking about driving around to see the Christmas lights in town, so the nastalgic part of me gave in. 

It was about 7:30, maybe 8 pm, and it was dark outside.  As she bounced to the front door, I yelled out for her to wait, I ran out the door, and as I hugged her, I felt a feeling, and I needed to hug her again, and didn’t want to let go, and as I was wrapping my arms around her skinny little torso, I heard the voice, I still believe to this day that it was an angel.  It was an authoritative voice, similar to that voice that my dad (whom had passed away the year before) used when I was to heed his advice, and I couldn’t help but listen.  I told her to hold on, I went into the kitchen grabbed my purse and chased after her in the walkway outside, yelling to her to wait and come back in.  Usually she says something like “I’m OK mom, don’t worry” She didn’t, I saw her turn around, almost like a soldier, she walked up to me, didn’t say a word and looked at me like “What are you doing mom?”  I barely had to dig, it felt like someone was in my purse helping to hand me the keys to my car.  I handed them to her without a second thought and told her “It’s raining you know, so drive slow and be careful!”.  “I will” she said as she smiled, “I’m actually a bit nervous about driving in the dark in the rain, so don’t worry Mom, I’ll be cool”. She was so excited that she actually was being allowed to drive mom’s big black BMW.  She and her friends hopped in the car and off the went!

I went upstairs, looking forward to some quiet time to watch a movie. My husband was downstairs, beginning a hand of poker with about five other friends.  The poker game felt as if it were getting louder and louder, the guys were probably losing money, based on the shrieks of them that sounded like girls being pulled away from big sale at Neiman Marcus…”NO, NO, NO” they cried.  I’d hear pounding of fists on the table, and an occasional naughty remark of one to another commenting on each others skills of playing cards or just comments to throw them off their game.  Because it was getting so loud, I started getting cranky because I couldn’t hear my movie.  So I shut the bedroom door, turned up the TV, and grabbed the cordless phone and laid it next to me. 

It had to have been about 40 minutes after my daughter left the house, the card game was well on its way, based on the amount of open liquor containers on the kitchen counter and the stack of cash placed neetly in the middle of the table. 

The phone rang. I ran upstairs to get the phone, it was my daughters friend.  She was panicked and with a rush of energy exploded the words “We got in an accident, the car is totalled, your daughter is talking with a couple of guys that were in the other car, and we’re waiting for the police and the ambulance.  What do we do?”  I told her to hold on that we would be there in a minute.  Her father was playing cards with my husband, so before I had a chance to run down stairs and tell my husband what had happened, she beat me to it.  She was talking with her dad on his cell phone, and it was fair to say that based on the look on my husbands face….he knew based on the conversation his friend was having with his daughter.  I then called my daughters cell phone, she picked up but sounded really shook up. She told me what happened, about the ambulance through the light and the sirens, the car behind the ambulance who hit her straight on like a “T”, did not have his lights on and was chasing the ambulance.  All my heart and my mouth could muster was “Are you alright?” “Yes,” she paused “a few bruises, my arm hurts, it hit the steering wheel, but “M” was on the passengers side were the car actually hit, she’s pretty sure she’s got whiplash and her arm is hurting her”.  I turned to my husband, and all he could muster to say was, “what’s the  bleeping, f&*%ing  car like?” ”Did she total it?”, “F&*%, F&*%, F&*%!”  He was pissed to say the least!

 I was so thankful that I handed my daughter the keys that nite, that I listened to my angels.  My daughter and her two friends would be dead today, maybe badly injured at best, if they had taken her car and not mine. 

I wanted to be angry at my husband though, for not asking about our daughter, and seeming to appear much more concerned about the car then the child.  But the next day, I realized that he had changed our insurance coverage the day before the accident from full to liability coverage only.  He wasn’t mad at her, he was mad at himself, maybe a bit at me for giving her the keys,,,,he was mad at himself for changing the insurance coverage, without talking it over with me, and the biggest reason - he went against his own angels “voice”. 

You live and you learn I guess! 

I’ve heard that voice a couple of other times since then, and I do exactly as it says!

You should too! I have never believed in Coincidences ~ there just aren’t any,,,every thing happens for a reason!

Today is a day to recover, the past few days have taken their toll on me.  I took my youngest daughter to the fair here in town. We looked at all of the local art exhibits and crafts. It was actually inspiring, even my daughter came home and began drawing and painting pictures that she wants me to enter for her in the fair, with her goal being a blue ribbon!  She’s very excited about getting a ribbon.  I don’t have the heart to tell her that she’ll have to wait another year. 

My oldest daughter, of course, is wondering the town of Napa somewhere. She and her new boyfriend are incognito, and I am unable to find her.  The last conversation we had was of course about her drinking and driving. She doesn’t like to be told what to do, so she left.  It’s going on two weeks since I’ve seen her.  I did speak to her three days ago, when I called her cell phone and left a message, she was kind enough to call me back to say that she was staying with the boyfriends family.  How long will it be before they grow tired of her antics, her sponging, she (I’m positive) has no money to pay them for food or lodging. And, like she has done in the past, “works” the parents into believing that her parents don’t like her, do not understand her, etc.  But what I have come to realize, she chooses these boys, based on their living situations.  They all seem to live at home, helping to care for the somewhat torn and dysfunctional families.  Instead of allowing them their own space to heal, she comments to me how she  told the mother “what our family has been through” to help that mother feel as though her life is not so awful.  The sad thing for me is that the story she tells is not the truth.  That is hurtful, it hurts me and my husband, because we can’t figure out why she feels the need to dramatize her own life, when things at home are fine.  Truly our only issues are those relating to our daughter and her addictions.  Her addiction to alcohol and to drama. 

 I have a friend who is like 25 years sober, she too is an alcoholic and has been a huge savor to me, allowing me a window into what it is my daughter is thinking, feeling, and the drama, the need to make up insanity so that she will continue to have an excuse to drink.  I can’t thank my friend enough for all of her useful support and love.  Especially when I think that it is a natural tendency for us parents to lay blame on ourselves for what our adult children choose to do with their lives.  It does help to know that I shouldn’t do that, I still find myself occasionally blaming myself, but at least I am to a point now where I can sit in stillness and even meditate on what those emotions are about, and why this life lesson is here for me at this time.

 So I found myself yesterday feeling quite ill, not sure if what from the heat exhaustion from the previous day or the unrelenting heat of the day itself?  Or just a flu bug?  Not really sure, only knowing that I was unable to get out of bed until about 1 am last night before I felt somewhat normal. The temperature had fallen to about 80 degrees, and the cool coastal breeze, all though it wasn’t much to speak of, still helped as it managed to make it’s way in through my bedroom window.  I woke up this morning feeling stiff and my back aching, but overall much better than yesterday! 

After meditating this morning, I realized that I may have been to “open” while at the county fair.  Empathy can be a great thing when I can control it, but I have learned that the more I become able to channel, control those energies that are trying so hard to speak to me, and my ability to be empathic, I have yet to control the empathic part.  When I find myself around someone who has had a bad day, I feel it. When someone has been sad or depressed I feel it…you get the picture. But I thought I was doing OK with controlling the feelings I was getting, not letting them wear me down.  But I think the day at the fair was to much, and I unfortunately did not prepare or center myself before walking into it.  So I wonder if my day of feeling like absolute crud yesterday was the recovery of taking on everyone’s issues empathically or was it just the flu? 

All I know is that today is a better day, a more positive day, a calm day, I feel more grounded today then I have in the past three days,,,,so with that being said I am going to go read a book and relax

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