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

DOLPHINS

The attached video is of dolphins playing with silver colored rings which they have the ability to make under water to play with. It isn’t known how they learn this, or if they’re born with the ability.

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As if by magic, the dolphin does a quick flip of its head and a silver ring appears in front of its beak. The ring is a solid, donut shaped bubble about 2-ft across, yet it doesn’t rise to the surface of the water. It stands upright in the water like a magic doorway to an unseen dimension. The dolphin then pulls a small silver donut from the larger one. Looking at the twisting ring for one last time, a bite is taken from it, causing the small ring to collapse into thousands of tiny bubbles which head upward towards the water’s surface. After a few moments the dolphin creates another ring to play with. There also seems to be a separate mechanism for producing small rings, which a dolphin can accomplish by a quick flip of its head.

An explanation of how dolphins make these silver rings is that they are “air-core vortex rings”. Invisible, spinning vortices in the water are generated from the tip of a dolphin’s dorsal fin when it is moving rapidly and turning. When dolphins break the line, the ends are drawn together into a closed ring. The higher velocity fluid around the core of the vortex is at a lower pressure than the fluid circulating farther away. Air is injected into the rings via bubbles released from the dolphin’s blowhole. The energy of the water vortex is enough to keep the bubbles from rising for a few seconds of play time.

I want to share a story with you. For those of you who know you have a gift but are afraid to share it…

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!

I’m trying my hardest right now to keep myself calm. To remain in stillness. And all I can do in this moment is ask myself one and only question, What for? All of the inspiration that I have felt for the past two weeks feels as if it has been stomped on. I’ve been working so hard. I really do not want to think that it all comes to this,,,that this is the reason I have been doing this awakening process for, the meditating, the long hours of “homework” and self realization, all my personal growth. WOW.
My oldest daughter, she 21 years of age, just walked in the front door with some story about how she saw a car near her (wasn’t sure if she said it was in front of her or behind her) any way, the BMW car hit a coyote, the same coyote that she said she had just swayed away from to avoid being the one who hit the coyote. The story was filled with all the drama details one would expect to really try a make the magnitude of her story hit home. A story to make you stop whatever else you were thinking and be shocked and stunned by the sadness of how this poor forest little critter was somehow in the wrong place at that wrong time. How from the impact to flight and flew through the air a few yards…

I began to get pulled in. I start to feel sypathy (good for me no empathy this time) I stopped, I began to hear the voice in my head stop, and there was stillness. I was calm, as if someone had turned the “You should definitely be angry button” on off. Amazing. I totally got it in that moment. I didn’t get drawn in to my daughter’s drama, and the I truly became aware.

Every page that I read in the book The New Earth, every web/podcast I saw of Echkarte Tolle and Oprah Winfrey discussing the book, every experience I have had in the past few weeks that I have applied the stillness method too…all the growth I have felt, the calmness and peace I felt in my life, the restlessness that disappeared….DAMNIT!

So I get that once you start you can’t turn back, say Echarte Tolle. But do I now start over? I’M PISSED, I’M ANGRY, HURT, DISAPOINTED, AFRAID, FEARFUL….ok, yeah, so I’m aware of it, but right now in this moment, when I should be sleeping, at 12:52 am, I want to back hand, bitch slap my daughter.

Did she think I wouldn’t notice? I realized her words were slurring, and she couldn’t look me directly in the eye. This has happened before, and after the law has been laid down, after everything I have ever said to her,,,,, about driving drunk…..DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT. How could she. I don’t know what to do right now. I told her that if she ever did it again I would never speak to her again. Ok, that may be a bit much, but she knew what I meant. I told her straight up tonight that I couldn’t believe she drove drunk. Her response to me,,,”I only had three beers”. ARE YOU FRICKEN KIDDING ME????????? Only 3 beers. One beer and I’m typsy turvy and can’t imagine taking the chance of getting behind the wheel of a car. So who do I blame, her birth father who was an addict (to everything, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever), and pet myself on the top of the head and be a hipocrate and say well, it’s not really her fault, it’s genetic. What a joke. Or do I say she’s an alcoholic and needs to hit rock bottom before whe learns anything? Or do I play the tough love card and say to her what I really want to. Which is to stand my ground and follow through with what I said to her before,,,figure your shit out, get out of the house, sober up before you come back. I can’t stand it when your kids put you in these situations.

So for starters, I am telling her that she needs to go to an AA meeting, because she’s clearly lost perpective again of her drinking problem. And the worst and most important thing to be said, to be learned, and to be engraved in her eyelids,,,if you drink you dont’ drive because you will, it’s only an issue of when, kill or tragically wound someone else, Or yourself. Is it helping that her step dad goes out to softball the night before, puts down a few brewskies and then drives home….Great message to sent to your kids,,,I hate being the martyr but I don’t drink, maybe one drink at Christmas dinner and one on my birthday…
I hope that there aren’t to many other mothers out there that are having to go through this too. God bless!
Micha’ele

I will try to stay in the stillness in the “I am”, and look at her as part of me, part of the “I am”. I will not judge her, I love her unconditionally, and I know this is her lesson. It just hurts when it’s your own child to stand there and “Let it go, and let God”.

  Again, I have spent almost the entire day troubleshooting with my computer. I’ve been doing readings, I did several this morning and tried to write/interpret my information so that I could send it to my clients. Well, that’s when it began, during the first reading. I usually tape record my sessions so that I don’t miss anything.  As soon as I would finish a reading the tape recorder would immediately stop. Not a bad thing actually, because it kept my sessions in quite an efficient system. As soon as it finished, I was able to put in another tape and so on,,,no fussing with stopping, rewinding, etc. So that was nice.

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

So I’ve been practicing my “channeling abilities”. I have met two new guides now. It’s been an incredible feeling and experience. I highly recommend the book Opening to Channel, How to Connect With Your Guide by Sanaya Roman and Duane Packer. I’ve have been communicating with my guide Ariel since I was about 21. And thankfully she is still here with me. I actually think she’s been with me since I was a baby, since I had vivid memories of her as a child. Very angelic like, with flowing white robes, similar to that of a high priestess, and her presence felt like that of an angel floating on a light beam. The other night, when I started working on meeting my guides, I began to remember specific events from my childhood.

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

so I’m now a true believer in spirit intervention. It’s funny I read a blog on Lisa Williams blog and I laughed out loud. She was talking about the same thing. I couldn’t believe it. I’ve been trying to set up a computer that I used to use at my salon (that I closed about three weeks ago, thank goodness). Anyway, I’m trying to set it up so that I can start working on my website/blog and Reiki manual. I begin to open a yahoo website, and blam, nothing opens and I’m getting error messages that say that I’ve got some type of error in my “lookup file”. So then I download aol, I open it up and the page is white! Nothing shows up, so I’ve been working on it for three hours everyday for the past week, and I it all seems like wasted time. I’d tried something strange, as I heard it from my guides and I did it, I did a system restore to a month ago, I have no idea why, just doing what I’m told. Sure enough it worked! So here I am blogging away! Yeah!

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