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Journey to Be


I journeyed. I found myself sitting cross-legged in a meadow, glorious colored flowers all around me. I could hear a brook flowing nearby. I felt myself grounded to Mother Earth, yet open to the Heavens above. I was all of one, I was one of all. I drifted and found myself at the entrance to the canyon leading to the waterfall. As I started down the path, Eagle swooped me up. I hung on tightly as we flew from earth to sky, to midnight stars and glowing worlds. Imagine. Trust. Embrace. Believe. You have no limits. Soar. The guidance and love flowed around me and through me. Believe. We settled at the top of the waterfall gazing around at the glorious landscape, the deep canyon walls, the pockets of green growth and wildflowers, the sparkle of the waterfall in the sunlight. Suddenly, and without fear, I dove over the side of the waterfall into the pool below. Grandmother Turtle greeted me with her knowing gaze of wisdom. I remember other lifetimes, similar searches for guidance and wisdom. I climbed onto Boulder, closed my eyes, felt the warmth radiate from its smooth surface, and a sense that I'd been there before rose around me and in me. Trust yourself, it seemed to whisper. You know. I opened my eyes and Bear was beside me with welcome, acceptance and love in his eyes. Then suddenly Cobra burst forth and sprung from the water and I knew change was coming. I knew to let go of fear and accept. I was reminded I was a Spiritual Being having a human experience and sometimes that experience sucked, sometimes it was wonderfully special. The time to let go of the old and unneeded was here. It was time to embrace the change. To grow, to learn, to be.

Spiritual Growth


We experience growth when we learn to release all the negativity from a past experience. When this happens we feel great! Then something comes along to remind of that painful experience, a friend going through a similar circumstance, a dream, even something as simple as a song on the radio, and those feelings of negativity and defeat return. When we recognize what's happening we can quickly clear out negativity and release it, understanding it is no longer real, it is the past and over and done. We bring our awareness back to the present and the life we are creating now. This spiritual growth is a big part of our journey. I find it easier to deal with life's lessons with a regular meditation practice and chakra clearing. Learning to quiet the mind and clear the body of negative energies brings us more in align with our spiritual journey. Blessings my friends.

I Can Handle It

I imagine how it went:
God: Are you sure about this, Karen?
Me: I am.
God: You will experience heartache and despair and disappointment. But you will also experience great joy. You’ll experience marriage….and divorce. A couple times. You’ll have children and learn the ever bumpy road of parenthood. Not an easy task by itself. But that’s not all. You’ll have physical pain too, a few surgeries. Then there’s addictions, you and your loved ones will battle. And such lean times you’ll find yourself utilizing the local pawn shop. Are you absolutely sure you’re ready for this?
Me: I am. Trust me. I can handle it.
And here I am…….

Agree to Disagree

For days, no weeks now, this song keeps going through my head. Probably because so many people I‘ve talked to lately have conflicts going in their lives. Most are disagreements over choices one made in the past that the other still doesn't agree with. So this song pops in my head, don’t remember who sang it, but these words seem to sum things up.
There ain’t no good guys
There ain't no bad guys
There’s only you and me
And we just disagree.
And you know what? That's really all right. It's all right to have a different opinion, a different way of looking at the same situation.
When I find myself in a discussion over a choice I’d made, I understand you may not see it my way. I understand you might totally disagree with my way of thinking. But I’m still entitled to my point of view. As are you. That doesn't make you right. It doesn’t make me wrong. It just makes us different. I understand that even if you could sway me to your way of thinking with these discussions, it doesn’t really matter.
The past can not be changed.
The choice was made and its done. Would I make the same choice now with the perspective and understanding I have now? Maybe not. But maybe I would.  So I accept the decision and the consequences and move on from it.
It's really the only choice there is.
The past can not be changed.
Agree to disagree and move on. Life changes. Life flows. Life’s constantly moving. Getting stuck on one issue inhibits your flow, builds a dam, and breaks down growth.
Agree to disagree.
And really mean it.

We are One

I may have posted this poem before but it doesn't matter. I wrote it and I like it. I call it my power poem and I say it whenever I need to remind myself that there is only One, that we are individual parts of one whole. That God is in each and every single living thing.
He is the apple and the tree
He is the flower and the bee
He is the rock and the sea
And He is you
And He is me
And we are One.

Mama Told Me

Mama told me there'd be times like this. Times when you really have to search for the positive in the day, the good in a situation. Sometimes those days stretch into a week or even longer, and I'd wonder why I had charted this particular experience. And I'd look around me and see my family and friends going through difficult times and I'd wonder what in God's name had they been thinking to chart the stuff they had!  I've noticed the first 6 months of 2012 has been trying for so many people. Illnesses, struggles, death. Job losses, arguments, disillusionments. And my little circle is no different from anyone else's. It doesn't take more than listening to the news or reading the headlines to understand that the 2012 Shift affects us all. I believe it's vital now to work even harder to live life with love and compassion, for all others and even myself. I need the understanding and forgiveness love brings, the hope and faith that new opportunites are near to experience the joy and harmony my Spirit craves.
Many Blessings

A Sign from Owl

The ending of a year, a new one beginning, the shedding of the old and the embracing of the new, old memories revisited, new ones in the making. There’s an excitement in the air, an eager energy felt outside, and within. 2012. I’ve said it before and I say it again: Bring it on! I am ready to continue this journey I started, to keep trying to stay on the path that’s right for me, to fulfill the chart I’d written before I was even born. I’m looking forward to this year. I feel in me and around me, a shift, a change, an openness to experience the new, a new day, a new sunrise, a new thought, a new feeling. I’m excited about life and my journey.
The latter part of 2011 had it’s moments, it’s difficult lessons. The most worrisome being the premature birth of my granddaughter. Entering this world at a mere pound certainly caused this grandma stress and anxiety and concern for my son and his wife and their path ahead. But even during the worry I experienced some good and learned quite a bit.
Shortly after Avery Grace was born, my sister came for a visit and found me on the verge of a complete meltdown. One evening we took a drive into the Boise Foothills to look at the stars, one of my favorite ways to regroup and relax. As I looked up at the vast unending sky, strongly feeling a connection to the One and Everything, I asked for a sign that the baby would be alright. On the drive home, as we wound down the mountain and came around a curve I had to suddenly stop. There, standing in the middle of the road, was a huge great Owl. It’s bright gold eyes staring right at me it seemed and I knew this was my sign. I just had to figure out what it meant.
I researched the Owl and as usual for me, I took what I read and learned and held onto that which resonated with me, that which had meaning for me. I learned Owl Medicine had great healing power. I learned courage and ferocity were qualities of the great Owl, enabling him to survive and adapt. Owl attacks life with a fervor. The yellow coloring of the eyes was symbolic, hinting of the light of the sun alive in the dark of the night.
When I felt a peace come over me, an inner knowledge that although the battle may be hard, Avery would overcome the difficult beginning, Owl flew away. Now six months later, at 8lbs. 4oz. Avery Grace is home with her family and progressing and healing quite well and all of us are feeling very blessed to have her in our life. Myself? Well I can’t help but wonder what else she has to teach us!
Many Blessings to you all in 2012.

Love. Let me count the ways!

Love. Let me count the ways! There are many many kinds of love but the one that really matters is unconditional love. Like the love I have for my sons and their families, my brother and sisters, a few very close friends. It is totally complete and completely unconditional. Do we always agree on everything? No. Do we like every single thing about each other? No. But there is nothing they could do that would make me stop loving them. When I realized, truly knew and understood, that God loved me in just the same way, it was one of the happiest days of my life.
Do I love everyone? I work really hard at it. And it's become easier once I understood I could love the Spirit, the true self, and not like the person. I discovered the more love I give, the more love I feel. The more love I feel, the more love I receive. The more love I receive, the happier I am. The happier I am, the closer I feel to God. The closer I feel to God, the more love I'm able to give. A wonderful, exciting, circular journey.


Well, I made the same mistake yet again! And I'm beating myself up over it. God, please let this be the time I finally learn! Because if it isn't and I don't grow from it, I know I'll just repeat it once again! And I really really don't want to do that. And no, I'm not going to tell you what this particular mistake of mine is, at least not until I'm sure I've corrected it. I'm going to get quiet and in the silence seek the answers. Why this particular mistake? What am I to learn from it? What do I need to do not to repeat it again? The answers, as always, are inside me. I just have to have the willingness to seek and the honesty to face what I find. And the love to forgive myself.
Many Blessings.

Pay It Forward

I met a woman the other day who had a van she no longer needed. She was getting any needed repairs and maintenence done on it then giving it away to a woman she'd heard was needed transportation. I asked her if this woman was a relative or friend. She said no. She'd heard about her from a friend of a friend, adding: "I have been blessed in my; life and am now in a position to be able to do this. You know, Pay It Forward."
My heart swelled and I started to cry. How wonderfully beautiful. What a prime example of showing compassion to another human being. How great to live in tune with the loving Spirit who guides us. I admired her tremendously.
In my own life I've been the recepient of another's generous giving and I've given whenever I can. At times I've found myself with the bills paid and a few extra dollars in my pocket and was thankful to be able to give to someone in need. I've also had times when I've been down to no money and very little food when some kind and compassionate soul stepped in to help me over that nasty bump in my journey. Without those unfortunate times that forced me to grow and learn and live smarter, I wouldn't have experienced the joy of Spirit swelling within me those times I am able to give the same gift to someone else. So, my friends, Pay It Forward, whatever you give you will receive so much more in return.
I am blessed.

I charted this mess!

Once again I asked myself, my guides and my angels, "Are you sure I charted this mess????" And once again the answer was a resounding YES!
I had to remind myself I'd been in God's glory when I charted this life and I already knew I'd be ok. But since the situation seemed so eerily similar I hadn't completely learned whatever lesson I was supposed to yet! So all I had to do was not make the same decisions I might have made in the past, right? Much easier said than done or I wouldn't be facing the same choices once again. I will end up where I'm supposed to be, but the route I take to get there is entirely up to me!
My choices. My decisions. But I don't have to go it alone. I can seek advice from family, friends, my angels and guides, and my spiritual mentors. And my own wiser than me: my Higher Self. All that help and life is still hard, discouraging at times, even sadder still. I can't begin to imagine hard it would be if God hadn't given us these blessed tools just for the asking.
Yep, just ask and listen. But it's hard to hear the answers if your mind and ego are mouthing off! And no, it's not easy being quiet, but it's only when you seek the answer in the silence that you hear.
Since TJ's visit I've worked hard to be quiet! And over the course of learning to meditate I've discovered the silence within and found the journey less painful. But not without its bumps. Some nasty ones too. But that is life. Because you can't appreciate the joy without experiencing the sorrow. You can't be loved without giving love. You can't walk in the light without any shadows.

Letting Go of Old Hurts

From journal dated 03.13.05
I was sitting on the couch after my shower, praying and thanking God, asking Him to continue to bless us all, and seeking guidance. I felt a warmth, a peace, and had the sudden insight I was being cleansed. For the past few weeks or longer, various memories would pop into my mind, old feelings of hurt, or anger and confusion, and I would wonder why am I thinking about this? Tonight I realized I was being cleansed  of the old, almost forgotten negativity and unloving thoughts. It wasn't like I even felt I was hanging onto this stuff, I honestly didn't think I was, but it was coming forth, needing me to look at the old hurts with a different eye, with love and compassion. Only then can I really let go.

Finding Joy in the Journey

When I awakened to my spiritual journey, some of the first messages I received were urgings to be good to myself, to love myself, to start doing some of the things I wanted to even if they were goofy, like rolling down a grassy hill, riding a Harley, having a special bracelet made of colorful and meaningful stones. I began to follow those urges, which I now recognize as instinct. My soul was longing for my attention. It knew what I was missing, what I didn’t understand. I had nothing to give until I gave to myself. I wasn’t just to show love and compassion for others, but also to myself. It’s not selfish or self-centered, it just plain saving grace. Because when you start feeling good about yourself and your life then the love begins to overflow, into your family, your friends, your job, everywhere. When your life is aligned with your soul then positive attracts positive and all things are possible.
So be good to yourself and take a bubble bath. Yes, even if you’re a guy! Or take a picnic lunch to the park and a good book. Or just lay back on the ground and find faces in the clouds. Know you deserve quality time with yourself. Find Joy in the Journey!

Letting Go of Mistakes

We have all made mistakes, live with some degree of regret. But it seems the older I get the easier I recover from a mistake. I think this means finally, finally I am learning.
When you’re young it seems you have to make the same mistake, or one similar to it, at least a few times until you finally realize that just isn’t working. The next time you recognize it a little sooner, and over time you get closer to the understanding it is a mistake before you even make it.
And doesn’t it seem like no one else wants to learn from your mistakes? You can try to tell someone ‘hey, don’t do that’ or ‘that way really doesn’t work’, and even, ‘been there, done that’. But despite all those great words of wisdom they go and make their own mistakes.
In my early mistakes it seemed like the regret and mad at myself stage would last forever. But as the years passed and I grew older, I learned to let go more quickly. I get mad at myself, admit I have been a very big idiot, and let it go knowing I was learning a valuable lesson one more time in this fabulous journey of life.
I've learned to make choices from the gut and the heart, not the mind. We were born with instinct and insight and knowing from God. His gift to us, so why not use it? He'd created that gift and bestowed it upon us, so therefore He was already way smarter than we are. So why wouldn’t I let Him and His helpers, the Angels, Masters, and Guides steer me to the easier path? Yep, they're way smarter than me, way wiser, and much more compassionate too.
Now I focus on trying not to forget I have God’s help with me at all times. 

A Need for Church

10.10.10 (Cool, huh?)
Sierra’s color was much better this weekend. Last week I sensed her aura was off, not dark but not quite as bright as it usually is. I asked her if she hadn’t been to church lately and she admitted she hadn’t. I urged her to go. Some people need church and the fellowsip and the synergy of prayer and worship. Not so much me. I find my peace and solace in my meditation.  I find my beliefs sometimes don’t mesh with formal religion. Most of the churches, at least the ones I’ve attended over the years, don’t seem to grasp there is only One. Whether He, or She, is called God, Allah, the Great Creator, or whatever other name he might be known by, He is just One. I find joy in communicating with whatever face He is wearing at the time. I feel Him in the air I breathe, the smile in my grandchild’s eye.  I sense Him in the breeze that touches my skin, and see Him in the clouds in the sky.
But if I do feel the need for church and solace it offers, I usually attend this great one in Nampa called the Church of the Rock. I love the Reverand there and the unique way he blends humor with the message of God’s love. I find it a church with no judgement, only acceptance. Sometimes I need to go there because I’ve been around too much negativity and I need to clear my senses with the bright colors of love and compassion.

Going God's Way

Journeled July 9, 2004
What do I have to lose by going it God’s way, I wondered? I’ve been going it my way for a long time now and where has it gotten me? Into bankruptcy, out of a job, married and divorced more than once, to mention just a few. How could going it God’s way make it any worse? It couldn’t. And I was tired of being pushed to the extreme limit of positive thinking! I didn’t want doubts and fears intruding on my days and nights and thoughts. It was time I tried something different. I would trust and believe and know my life is how I charted it, a contract with God if you will, and I’d already promised to handle it.
But it’s hard sometimes

Letting Go of Regrets

If I should die today would I die with regrets? A few maybe, but I have honestly come to terms with many of the mistakes I've made. They were lessons to be learned and I forgave myself, and others. There are some that were harder to understand than others, and a few I'm still working through. But I've learned from them all. And most importantly I've learned about me. The more I learn about who I am, the more I devoted to finding the positive in almost any situation, the happier I became. The happier I become, the closer I feel to God, the Universe, the Oneness of it all. I like how I feel these days.
Oh, sometimes I'll slip and allow circumstances to rule my emotions until I remembe two things. I charted this lifetime as I had many others and God will continue to love me no matter what. He wants what I want for me, a joyful life. And I've come to understand that sometimes you have to experience the negative to experience that positive joy.
I find joy in so much. I really try to stop and smell the flowers despite how busy life seems to get. I love looking at the sky, day or night, and just imagining its awesome vastness. And I really really enjoy my morning's first cup of coffee! I find such deep pleasure just being in the company of my loved ones and close circle of friends. Because I am a sensitive and empath, I feel their hurts deeply, but their smiles and joy also reach the very center of my heart.
And I can't begin to escribe the totally cool, completely awesome feeling that comes over me when I do a reading for someone, the connection to Spirit, the undescribeable depth of love I feel, the humbling of it all. I am truly blessed.

Spiritual Teachers

When I first awakened to my spiritual journey, I wasn't quite sure what to do next. I finally realized there was more to life than what I'd been experiencing, but just was it I was missing? I deeply love my sons and their families. I care tremendously for my family and friends. I had a job and a roof over my head and I didn't go hungry. I felt like I almost had it all. But something was missing and I was now awake and aware of that fact.
I had all these thoughts running around in my head after TJ's visit and the great burst of awareness it brought, but didn't have a clue what to do with it all. I needed more and I found it with a great deal of help from Susan. I met her not long after TJ's visit when I stopped into Crone's Cupboard to have a tarot reading. Since then she's been guiding me with insight, wisdom, and a whole lot of compassion. I think of her as my spiritual mentor. I have come to believe that when we have a need, such as mine for guidance to learn, grow, and develope spirutally, the Universe will find a way to bring you the teacher. I have come to know that we have many teachers come into our lives, some for a very brief time and with their job done, the lesson brought to you that it was time for you to learn over, they seem to ease out of your life. And then there are the teachers that stay because their job is never done and they become friends and you come to realize that this is probably not the first lifetime you've experienced together.
I have Susan and I am blessed.

Getting Real

GET REAL. Because real is what it's all about. Real is what's left when all that is not you is taken away. Real is what God created you to be. Real is the only way to be truly happy. So get real with yourself because God already knows the real you.
God is all that is and all that is not. Great words from Neale Donald Walsh.
The door is a door because the room needed a door. Without the room the door would be a rectangle piece of wood. The room could not be a room without walls to make it possible. Walls. Lumber. Trees. Soil. Sunshine. Air. Rain. Clouds. All that is because of all that is not.
I will think on this!
All thoughts are endless......and Love is all that matters.
Thank God knowing He has already answered. He Knows your desire before it becomes a thought. Once you grasp this and truly believe, it can't do anything but become true. The secret is you have to believe in your soul, you will know if you don't. When the soul knows and you know, good things happen, creations are born, you become who you really are. Gratitude and Belief equals Miracles.

TJ's Visit

I've decided to post some of my journal, knowing it will explain how I came to be Serving Spirit as I do. Some entries will be past, some of the present. I never know just what I'll want to write about.  I call my journaling Living with LUCK: Love, Understanding, Compassion and Kindness. I've learned if I live with LUCK my life flows much easier bringing me joy and peace in exceptional ways.
September 2003: TJ's Visit
I cried, sobbing Mary's name over and over as I showered, sensing my sister's pain across the width of a continent. It had been four weeks now and her pain hadn't lessened. In fact, it had gotten worse as shock wore off and reality set it. Her son was not coming home. The accident that had taken TJ's life was all too real. I could feel her desire to die, to end her life and the sorrow she knew would last forever. And I wept because there wasn't a thing I could do to help her.
"She'll be all right." The voice was loud, loud enough to be heard over my sobs.
"How stupid!" I cried to the ridiculous voice that dared to state such an unbelievable notion. "How could anyone be all right after losing their child?" I demanded. Of myself, of no one, of anyone, of God. I rested my head against the shower wall, feeling the helplessness and sorrow engulf me. How, in God’s name, would my sister survive the loss of her only child?
"But she will, Karen.'
The voice came out of nowhere. Not my voice, not my imagination, but a firm and loving assurance that everything would be just fine, spoken with such compassion and belief it slipped through my heartache, my grief and my doubts, leaving peace in its wake. I grabbed the shower handrail to keep from falling. Suddenly, and without a doubt, I realized I was talking to God in the shower. Well, actually, God was talking to me. And finally, yes finally, after fifty years, I was ready to listen.
Days passed and of course I began to doubt what had really happened. Delusion? Hallucination? Grief blowing my mind? Because why would God talk to me??? Talk to me in a way where I really heard Him! I'm certainly not anyone special. And far far from perfect. It's not that I don't believe in God, because I do. I was taught all about God in catechism. But I'd probably made enough mistakes in my fifty plus years to see me burning in hell. I'd been married and divorced more than once. I'm a mother of three, grandmother to six, and great-grandmother to one. With that jumble I have had my share of experiences. I haven't been able to give up smoking. I drink too much soda and eat too many sweets. I've known my fair share of alcoholics and substance abusers. Related to a few of them. I have even filed bankruptcy. So why, I asked with no small amount of wonder, why would God talk to me?
Days passed and I managed to convince myself it was all just a dream.
I was crying again. I had just gotten off the phone with my sister. When Mary told me she’d put clean sheets on TJ’s bed, just in case he came home, I bemoaned the distance between us. I didn’t want to be two thousand miles away while she cried. I wanted to be close enough to hold her while she cursed God and the Heavens, demanding to know what TJ had done to deserve this, what she and Rick had done to deserve the loss of their only child.
So I cried. I cried because I wasn’t there to hold her. I cried because I didn’t have the answers. And as I gazed at a picture of TJ and his young daughter, Alyssa, I cried for myself, begging him to forgive me for not being a better aunt, for not being around more, for not calling enough, for not knowing how to help his parents now that he was gone. But never did I expect an answer.
“It’s ok, Aunt Karen.” TJ’s voice, so close, as if he were sitting next to me, whispered in my ear. I heard but I didn’t believe.
“Ok?" I screamed. It was just that stupid voice in my head, right? Just my imagination that he was here and so close. “Haven’t you heard?" I asked him. "You are dead and your mother is devastated. Dead, do you hear me?” Certainly I was losing my mnd!
He chuckled. Suddenly I was remembering taking TJ to an amusement park when he was just a child, hearing his chuckle and seeing his smile when he told me he was so happy his feet were laughing.
“Mom won’t understand I’m ok," he said now. "She won’t understand it was just my time to go, Aunt Karen.”
He sounded so real. so here. Though I didn’t believe it was true, I answered. “Damn it, neither do I! I don‘t understand why God has taken you! I don‘t understand why you had to die in that terrible accident! My God, you were only twenty three!“
It was weird. Weird and strange. The sane part of my brain registered I was yelling at TJ. My nephew. My very dead nephew. I cried harder. If this is how grief was affecting me, my sister hadn’t a hope of surviving her sorrow.
“It’s really ok, Aunt Karen. Really. I’m fine. I'm happy.”
TJ’s voice was soft and sweet when he said my name, whispering through my mind and into my heart. Though I couldn't see him, I felt a glow of love around him so intense I knew it was true. I so wanted to believe.
Suddenly my world shifted. I was outside of my body, up high, near the stars, looking down at the earth with TJ by my side. It was sudden and brief, a miniscule moment in time, forever etched in my soul and mind. My heart knew the truth. I was having a conversation with my nephew. My dead nephew. Talking with him after he’d crossed over into Heaven. The realization was abrupt and sure. I suddenly KNEW we did not die with our physical body, but Crossed Over to a wonderful life of love and compassion.
That awareness changed my life. That fast. One moment I was not knowing and suddenly I knew.
I’ve always had a belief system. I believed in God, and Jesus, and the Angels. I believed in what goes around, comes around. I was almost certain hell did exist. But TJ’s visit brought a knowing, an awareness that would continue to grow over time. At that point , with our first conversation, I didn’t understand all there was to know about life and death and the afterlife. Right now, I was only certain of one thing. TJ was alive.
I’m not certain why TJ’s crossing had such an impact on me. Of course I still grieved. I still cried for his parents and daughter. I cried for his family and friends. I cried because I missed him and all the other loved ones I had lost. Mommy and Daddy, Granny and Grandpap, aunts and uncles, cousins and friend. I only knew that TJ's visit was a blessing and I was grateful he chose to help me on my journey. A journey that will never end, not even when it's my turn to cross over and I meet him on the Other Side.
Weeks passed and I felt driven to read and study and learn all I could about death, or more accurately, what happens after death. I remember thinking once, standing over my father's grave, that he was dead, gone, he was no more. And one day I too would be no more. I was so very sad to believe that. It was amazing and inspiring to really know and understand that this was not all there is, that there is more and better yet to come.
I read books. A lot of books by Sylvia Browne, John Edward, Doreen Virtue, James Van Praugh, Brian Weiss, and many more wonderful authors. The thing that impressed me the most was they all said if it rings true to you, embrace it, if not discard it. I liked that so much! It freed me up to believe what I felt in my own heart was true...though at first I wasn't really sure what my truth was! And I can admit, even after years, I am still learning and I will be until my last breath here on earth.  The few things I am sure of are: there is life after death, heaven does exist, and love is the only answer.
Halloween 2003
I had just shut down my computer at work. It was six o’clock and time to close when my phone rang. I really didn’t want to answer it. It was Halloween and I wanted to get home to greet the trick or treaters. But a voice inside my head said to answer the phone so I did.
The man said he wanted to make an appointment to have his car fixed in the morning. I started the computer and pulled up the appointment screen and asked his name. “Dagan Fluke,” he replied. I thought what a strange name as I scheduled the appointment, said goodbye, and once again shut down the computer at a few minutes after six.
I got in my car and headed home. At the intersection not far from my house, on the route I take every day, was a major accident. Police cars, ambulances, sirens and flashing lights. I began shaking badly and pulled off the road and started to cry. I knew in my heart if not for that phone call I might have been in the middle of that intersection at the time of the accident.
I wasn’t surprised when Mr. Fluke didn’t show up for his appointment the following day.
Since then, through meditation, I have talked to my Angels regularly. I have two whom I feel are with me constantly. When I asked their names, I received Abraham and Dagan in response. I am certain it was Dagan who arranged that phone call on Halloween night, once again changing my life by making me aware there are no coincidences and synchronicity can be a profound force. Since then I have noticed many synchronistic events in my life. Did they just start happening? No. I just became aware of them.
Winter 2003
When what you think is true connects with what you feel is true, then you know.
God doesn’t love Jesus more than he loves me, nor does he love me less than he loves Jesus! Wow!
Every day I realize more how easily life flows if I surrender and allow the Universe to handle it.
There can’t be a judgment day. It is impossible. Unconditional love has no judgment.
Why be afraid to die? To be spirit? To live for eternity? It is what is.
I am perfectly flawed!
The last time He sent Jesus to turn things around. Now is our time, the angels on earth who will change the world with one kind word, one loving gesture, with patience and kindness and love for each other. I remember this to be true.
Knowing can’t be explained, it only is.
I pretended I didn’t know anything about God. I erased all I had learned or heard from my mind. Then I asked: Is there a God? Then I heard: Yes. Find him. He is something different for everyone and the same for us all. He is inside you. Be silent and hear Him talk.
Sometimes there is too much to think about!
He is the wind and the chime, the cool breeze and the warm sunshine
He is the cloud that drops the rain and the rain that hit’s the ground
The ground itself and so much more
The up, the down, the in, the out, the here, the there, the everywhere
He’s you, He’s me, He’s all of these
And we are He and we are One.
The right choice always brings a sense of peace, even if it was a difficult choice.
Feb. 2004: I wouldn’t believe this if it hadn’t happened to me!
My father passed away in February 1974.  Fast forward to February 2004: My sister, Diane, gets a call from my aunt saying a letter came in the mail for my father. Aunt Twinnie says she was just going to toss it but decided to call Diane instead so my sister goes over to get the letter. This letter states they had been trying to find my dad for years about a pension he had. Now, Daddy had been dead 30 years almost to the very day. My mother passed in 1992 but until that time she had never received any notification of a savings anywhere.  And my sister had been in the same town for over 20 years and had even worked at the same place this pension was at and no one had ever found her or contacted her about this before.  Diane immediately checked into the matter, reaching a person, get this, with the same last name as hers, who asked where she wanted the checks sent. In shock, disbelieving, and freaking amazed by the synchronistic event, Diane called me, our sister Mary and our brother, Bill, 30 years to the day Daddy died to tell us we had an inheritance coming! The check arrived a few weeks later! I am not making this up! The amazing power of the Universe astounded us all.
Spring 2004
His voice was in my head when I fell asleep that night. “Karen,” he said, “talk to my mother.” I ignored it.  When I woke in the morning, he was still there. “Talk to my mother.” I did my best to ignore it.  As I got ready for work he was by my left ear nagging me to talk to his mother. I was new to this and still afraid of what people might think if I just started telling them I had a message from their dead loved one. So I really really tried to ignore him. Though I had never met him, I just knew he was Brenda’s son, Donny. And he was a persistant soul and never left my side the entire time I got ready for work and even on the drive to work.  I kept getting a picture of Whoopi and Patrick Swayze in the movie Ghost and was afraid Donny would burst into the ‘I’m Henry the 8 I am’ song any minute. I put him to the back of my mind as I worked that morning but he kept nagging and nagging.  Brenda worked in the office upstairs and he kept telling me to go upstairs and talk to her. I had no clue what I was supposed to say! But I finally could not take it any longer and slowly climbed the stairs wondering what would come out of my mouth when I reached Brenda’s desk and opened it.
“Could I talk to you a minute?” I asked.
“Sure. What’s up?”
“Well, ummm, I really don’t know how to tell you this without sounding crazy and please don’t cry, but is something wrong because Donny keeps telling me to tell you that life is too short to live unhappy.” And of course she burst into tears.
“My God, oh my God,” she says and proceeds to tell me how unhappy she is and about the big fight she and her husband had just the night before.
Well, geez,  there just might be something to this spirit talking business after all, I thought as we talked for a few minutes. “He says again that life is too short to live unhappy. Oh, he’s gone,” I said.
“Yes, Donny left. He said what he wanted to say and now he’s gone. I don’t hear the voice anymore and I don’t feel him by my shoulder where he was hanging out.”
“Why did you call him Donny?” Brenda wanted to know.
“Isn’t that his name? That’s what he told me.”
“I’m the only one who has ever called him Donny.”
Validation strikes again!
March 2004: An Angel Reading for Liz:
Does Doug mean anything to you? I asked.
No, not Doug, but dug, like in digging. Did your mom garden?
I see her in a flower garden with peonies, marigolds and roses.
Yes! Those are the flowers she grew!
I see a tall man at your mother’s side. Her brother. I asked Liz if her uncle had passed, and if he’d passed from heart problems.
Yes, she said. He died from a heart attack.
He was older but they were very close, I said.
I then saw a shorter, stockier man to her mom’s left but we weren’t able to figure out who he was. Then Liz’s father came in. I see a tall man with dark wavy hair, I said.
He’s by the ocean.
Yes, Liz validated. His parents lived by the ocean.
You took trips to the ocean. I see Seattle.
Yes. My sister lived in Seattle for awhile.
Your father visited there, after he passed.
No, Liz said. This was before he passed.
No, I said. That’s not it then. That’s not what I’m getting.
Well, I went to Seattle a few years ago for a custody battle for my husband’s son from another marriage, Liz offered.
Your dad was there. He says the decision was right, the right choice, something like that.
Oh, thank you! I was worried if we’d made the right decision to go to court!
Does the name Bill mean anything? I asked.
Oh my God! I told my mom and dad if they came through to mention Bill, an old neighbor by of theirs as validation!
He’s sick, I said. And I’m getting a bad feeling he did something to you. When you were children. Molested you.
Even though your parents didn’t know at the time, they are sorry.
Thank you. I needed that.
I see your dad in an airplane.
Yes. He was a pilot in WWII. Then he flew airplanes of his own.
I see him lifting a light haired little girl in his arms and playing and laughing.
That’s one of my sisters, Liz said. She and Dad had several disagreements.
This is his way of getting a message to her that she was important to him and he loved her. Will you tell her, please?
I see your mother wrapping her arms around a boy, your brother, I think. She says she’s mellowing him out.
Liz laughed. Yes, my brother can be difficult and Mom was the only one who could get through to him.
Your dad is showing me a caramel apple. Does that mean anything to you?
Again she laughed, saying she’d won a cake walk at some school fundraiser and they were all out of cakes so she had to take a caramel apple and she couldn’t eat it because she’d had braces!
Did your dad wear hats? I wondered.
Sometimes. What kind of hat? Liz asked.
I’m seeing a golf cap.
Oh my God! My dad loved golf!
A great reading. A reading that brought validation to both Liz and me. Her family came through with memories and experiences to once again connect with her and share their love. Her validations served to validate my purpose and my gift from Spirit. Thank You.
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