I Am An Intuitive and I Channel

It has been difficult for me to utter these words aloud to the public because even though many people have called me an intuitive or declared that I have a Knowing, I hesitate to use the word intuitive. Why? I don’t know. But that’s a fairly common word that most people are familiar with so it makes sense to use it. But I’d prefer Knowing…even though it’s only my term for what happens.

Strangely I refer to the Knowing as them (plural they) because it feels right. But is this a ‘them’ as opposed to a ‘he’ or ‘she’ or ‘it’? I don’t know. I don’t even hear their voices as much as telepathically hear (Know) their messages. And woe to me if I don’t deliver them when they are put bluntly or when I try to couch the message to make it a little softer.

Nope, they are having none of that. I refer to them getting louder in my head even though the volume of the message doesn’t increase, except it does. I’m not sure if that makes sense to you. But that’s how it is for me. The message becomes more insistent until it is delivered.

I can also channel their messages to me. I have channeled posts here. What do I mean by that? Well, I get the inspiration to write a post and then my fingers seem to take on a life of their own and type away until they stop. When I read what I have typed, I realize that this isn’t my vocabulary nor sentence structure. It’s channeled from them. While it doesn’t happen often, it does happen and I will continue to share when advised.

Scientifically, we have a part of the brain that is especially prominent in women for creativity and intuition. We all have intuition although we may call it by different names. That ‘sixth sense’ when you feel uncomfortable with a stranger or you get the ‘idea’ that pops into your head to change your routine – ie. your normal driving trip – only to find out later you missed a big pile up on the highway, etc.

Have you ever followed your intuition? You can grow it when you’re ready. You just have to be open to listening to your inner Knowing. It’s all a part of REMEVOLUTION – The Evolution of Remembering Me.

When The Messages Come

When knowledge, wisdom and messages come through me while I’m talking with someone, they continue to sometimes bombard me to be said aloud and delivered to the person to whom the message pertains. I often think of that saying “don’t shoot the messenger” and try to couch the delivery with some kind words in order to make the message more palatable and easier to accept.

But that doesn’t always happen for sometimes the message is blunt, to the point and not very easy to say let alone hear when you’re the receiver. So far, I’ve been lucky in that those who get a message have been grateful for the message even when it wasn’t easy to hear.

Yesterday the winds were wild here and I was feeling very out of sorts and uncentered. It was as if my body were vibrating constantly influx without being able to ground myself. I wasn’t able to focus well and spent most of the day listless.

Finally towards afternoon I went outside as the winds had died down a bit and I felt the vibrations ease out of my body. Whether it was being outside, putting my feet on the ground or the winds or whatever was flying around and making it difficult for me, it released me. I felt back to normal which felt good. Afterwards I was able to channel to a friend (not that I was planning on it) but they began working through me to help her with her new year’s list of intentions.

I am grateful that today she told me that she had thought about the message she received yesterday through me and was able to understand better after processing the information. I am wary sometimes when I deliver messages that are blunt and feel overly strong because I never want to hurt anyone’s feelings. The intention of the messages is always to help and not to hurt, but they seem to deliver them bluntly to make the point when I always think that subtle nudging would work just fine. But when I start with gentleness and that is not what they want or how they want it delivered, it feels like the message just gets louder in my head until I have to deliver it as demanded.

I am only a conduit and yet, I am grateful for the ability.

Last Full Moon of 2020

The full moon has been growing nightly and finally, it is here. The full cancer moon is complete today and stays with us December 29-30. I am excited for this evening when I can go outside and see the moon in its glory. I hope it is a clear night.

It has been a long year indeed, this 2020. Often I have thought of it in terms of hindsight being 2020 for many realizations have occurred in my life this year. Many releases from the past and even the present day have happened and while perhaps I was not ready for them, my inner Knowing was. It is not by chance that I feel lighter since releasing.

Releasing is not the same as surrendering. Releasing allows the individual the power of choice to let go which is different from surrendering. Surrendering is a release, but in a different way. Perhaps it’s just my understanding. However, for me, there’s a subtle difference. Do you feel it too?

I have been writing today. Releasing all that I have held onto and clearing space in my mind, heart and body for the full moon and ending of 2020. With all endings come a new beginning which I look forward to, but I also have the feeling that I need to finish 2020 in a respectful way.

Cancer Moon:

Leave the heavy baggage of the past. Restore and renew under this final full moon.

Cardinal Calls

This is the first Christmas without both of my parents. I awoke early this morning and sat outside on my front porch to have my coffee. It was quiet in the house without anyone but me awake which was fine with me. I like to start my day without distraction.

I begin most mornings with prayer and quiet reflection. I ask for help and direction for the day and usually choose a card to read. Most days I feel the divine purpose for the chosen card which I find helpful.

This morning I was thinking about how my parents aren’t here on this earth anymore and I am alone. While I still feel them spiritually, I was wishing for a hug. I am one who relishes hugs and sadly I was feeling quite bereft. Suddenly two cardinals flew into the tree in front of me. My mind was elsewhere and I hadn’t noticed them until I heard them and my eyes began searching to see who was calling to me. There they were, a pair of cardinals as the ones above (not my photo though as I was too mesmerized). They both landed on the same branch and talked with me.

I knew who it was – my Mom and Dad coming to remind me that they are always with me. Over the years I have had many signs from departed loved ones and I am always so grateful.

Do you believe in signs? Have you had any? What were they? Please share….

Merry Christmas to you and yours….

Hold My Hand

I awaken some mornings with a song in my head. Well, not quite the whole song, but a few lines of the lyrics or sometimes even just the music so that I recognize it. This morning was no exception. I heard “Hold My Hand” which is something I often say to people when they’re going through difficult times.

The song I heard in my head is by Hootie and the Blowfish and is a song I haven’t heard, nor thought about in years. It’s funny how the Knowing works with me. I get clues and outright signs.

Because this morning a friend called me in the early morning hours and told me how I should branch out and help others in the new year because so many are needing support, help and compassion. She told me how I had helped her healing because often I say, “Hold my hand and we’ll walk together” so that she wasn’t alone. I began chuckling to myself and when she was finished talking, I explained how I had heard that song today and then, she had used the exact words. Synchronicity.

I have always said that I can do anything (and I have) when I know a trusted person is holding my hand. While I’d rather physically hold a hand, it’s not possible these days with what’s going on, so we imagine we are holding hands in the spiritual way. That works almost as well.

I have held many hands over the years and walked with them as they navigated this life journey. I have been fortunate myself to have had my hand held by many as well and I feel very blessed.

The lines in the lyrics that I heard this morning were:

Hold my hand
Want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand
I’ll take you to the promised land
Hold my hand
Maybe we can’t change the world but
I wanna love you the best that, the best that I can.

Isn’t life so interesting? I have been smiling ear to ear all morning because I keep hearing the song and I know I’m where I belong.

Reach out if you need a hand to hold. I’m here.

Winter Solstice

It is as if I have been awaiting this moment to shine. Eerily repressed of my own doing and circumstances/people beyond my control. Not to be confused with me controlling others, but simply that they lacked integrity, experience, empathy and were driven to undo me and entangle themselves where they did not belong.

But I am freed and feeling as such today. Whether it’s that Jupiter and Saturn will be visible as the “Christmas Star” as its been called or the fact that I feel freed from the tethers that bound me, I feel joyful today. Do you feel this energy shift as well?

Wide open to receive all that is mine by Divine Right. Open to my precious Knowing and ready to accept whatever plan there is for me. I apprehensively feel renewed to continue my intuitive building and to share it in a safe place such as my blog.

There are a few close friends who are aware of my gifts. We all have them. Some are not aware or perhaps not receptive to them. But with this guiding light today, there is a energetic rising forth coming from my core and I am elated.

While the channeling comes as it wishes, if I receive any messages I will post another blog. In the meantime, I’m sending you love, light and healing today and always.

Thank you for taking the time to read my blog. I am here for you.

Holding Space

It’s amazing to me how my life has changed so much and yet, stayed the same, but with a renewed openness. I am finding myself again and releasing all that cluttered my life previously. I am not consumed by that which I am not able to control. I know certain things. When I allow my openness to embrace itself, my ability to know how to help in a situation increases one hundred fold. While I still hold sacred space for those with whom I have a bumpy relationship, it no longer pains me as it once did. I have surrendered to what is without making it about me. What you think of me is your business and not my own.

I have uncovered the ability to speak the truth without fear. When speaking with others, I hold space for them, for myself and for us to converse and to communicate. My knowing of what is part of our sphere comes more clearly now, although not always. I am a work in progress. But I can see beyond what is in front of me more and more. With that, I feel the Remevolution – The Evolution of Remembering Me.

I am holding space for myself as well. Sacred space in which I can learn, grow and be my authentic self. I can write without censorship. I can share my journey. I am free to explore these gifts that I have always somehow known I had, but I wasn’t able to feel comfortable sharing them.

I think I can now and I am growing more thrilled each passing day. I am enjoying what is happening with me spiritually. I am understanding more of my Divine Purpose here. I am practicing my gifts again. I want to better myself and to learn more about me. I want to challenge myself again as I did when I was younger and had my knowing about the ringing of the telephone and who the caller was.

In your life are you noticing your gifts again too?

Mission Accomplished

My mom passed away a few months ago. I had decided that I wasn’t going to put the effort in to send Christmas cards because it didn’t feel right. While I was on the fence about it, I felt as if it were an excuse to not add something to my ‘to do’ list and I chose to not send any. It would be the first time in decades that I didn’t do it, but I was mostly at peace with it.

Until yesterday.

I was awakened in the early morning, way before my alarm was to go off, way before the light dawned, with a Knowing. I can’t say it was her voice outside of my body that woke me, but she was in my mind. “Write the Christmas poem. Here are the first few lines.”

I heard the first few lines that were rhymed in my head. And I know me. When inspiration or anyone comes to me and I dismiss them in order to fall back asleep, the chance is lost to the winds and may not return. I debated whether to write the lines in my phone and fall back asleep, but the lines kept unfolding and I knew the chance would be lost and it would be more of a hassle if I didn’t follow my intuition and get up. So up I got.

I scribbled the lines on a piece of paper while I brewed my coffee. I was a bit cranky being woken up way too early and suddenly the lines of the Christmas poem stopped in my head. “Drat!” I said aloud. I wanted my Mom to finish the poem so I didn’t have to struggle. But it wasn’t to be and I understand now.

Because she wanted me to make it my own. She’d given me the inspiration, the beginnings of the rhyming verse of the Christmas poem that she had made a tradition for decades, but now, in tribute to her, I was to do one last one. And so I did.

While my version of the Christmas poem is not as well rhymed as hers, it is uniquely a collaboration between us. My Christmas cards will be mailed late this year, but that is fine with me. Interestingly enough, I hadn’t any family photos to add to the card (which has been my tradition) and I was struggling until I began looking through my photos with her help. Because that’s how she is – helpful and perhaps a bit pushy even when from the other side.

One photo that I put on the card was of my Mom and me on her birthday which coincidentally was the last day of the year and we were wearing 2020 silly glasses. Smiling and looking festive in celebratory mode, it’s a cute photo of her. I hadn’t the time nor inclination to get our family together to take a photo for the Christmas card so I continued looking through my photos. Finally, the other photo I found to include in the card was taken on the day of her death when our family got together outside. A reunion of sorts with family members who had fallen away in connecting, but with her passing, we put aside all in order to heal together. What a strange and yet believable coincidence. The photo of her on her birthday and the photo on the day of her passing along with a Christmas poem that we essentially wrote together.

While not many will understand or know that there is more to this simple Christmas card, I will. My Mom will. As I ordered the cards yesterday, I knew she was smiling for I heard in my mind, “mission accomplished” and felt her pat on my shoulder as a reminder for a job well-done.

They don’t let me ignore them, do they? No they don’t and I am ever grateful for the connection. Have you felt your deceased loved ones nearby? Are you noticing signs? The veil seems very thin lately doesn’t it? They are all around us.

A Visitor Via Clairaudience

Yesterday morning I was up early. The house was quiet with my kids sleeping upstairs. As per my routine, I got up, fed the cats and made my coffee. The cats were eating out of their bowls near me in the kitchen as I was standing there sipping my coffee contemplating the day ahead.

Suddenly, one of the cats stopped eating. Her ears perked up and she started looking around. I watched as she kept turning her head to see behind her and then suddenly she bolted through the kitchen and ran up the stairs as if something frightened her. I walked over to where she was and looked into the family room, but I didn’t see anything. I walked back into the kitchen to stand by the island where I’d left my coffee.

And then I heard it.

“Mom!”

It was a young boy’s voice, but it wasn’t my kids’ voice. Clear as day I heard it. In my house. It stopped me in my tracks. I craned my head to look around the corner to the family room, but there was nothing there. A chill ran up my spine.

In my mind’s eye I saw a young boy around 8 or 9 years old standing in my family room crying out for his Mom. It wasn’t a quick “Mom” but a longer “Mooooooooommmmmmm” type of grieving cry. But I physically saw nothing.

I admit it gave me the chills. I don’t know who he is or why I heard him. I am assuming he’s a spirit. I even walked around the house looking to see if there were someone outside or nearby, but there was nothing out of place and nobody in the yard.

It took awhile for my heart to stop beating so fast in my chest. I took a deep breath to calm myself. While I have heard things in my home before, this was loud. A single word that lasted a long time.

Perhaps it was an imprint from 4th Dimension that needed to be cleared. A memory in or near this location because the veils are lifting as we move into 5D. When I sat quietly later, a young boy with old overalls on without a shirt nor shoes came to my mind. His distress and grief were palpable. But I didn’t feel as if he were still here, but instead had moved on. On the off chance he needed help, I sent him prayers and love and light.

Have you ever heard someone when there’s nobody physically there? Please share!

Woo Woo Sickness

Written yesterday. Published today. Feeling much better this morning. Woo hoo!

Last night I felt awful. Suddenly I felt as if I had a fever and I kept sneezing. I was stuffed up in my head and felt as if my ears were plugged. You know, similar to a head cold. But it came on so quickly that I was completely startled by it and worried that perhaps somehow, someway, I had caught Covid.

So as I laid in bed last night, I tried to just remove the ick that was plaguing my head and lungs. I worked to release all that congestion in hopes that it was simply the ‘Woo Woo’ which is a nickname I have for the energetic vibrations that surge and seem to give us physical symptoms. The ‘Woo Woo’ is a term my friends and I use for that which we aren’t really understanding, but that we know is something good.

In other words, Woo Woo – like a big hurrah or yay or yippee! Get it?

So this morning I was really groggy. I kept hitting the snooze button on my alarm for almost 45 minutes which isn’t like me at all. When I got out of the bed, I was slow moving and just felt as if the head cold was there. I felt foggy in the brain if that makes any sense to you.

I tried to follow my morning routine, but that didn’t really go well as I felt so sluggish. Eventually I gave up and laid down on the couch and rested. This is unlike my usual routine so I knew something wasn’t right. I even cancelled a few of my appointments today because I wasn’t sure what I had.

I took my temperature and it was normal. Nothing out of the ordinary except this head congestion which was good because that made me feel as if I had contracted a normal cold and nothing more. I took a little nap and when I awoke, I felt so much better. While I’m still not at 100% tip top shape, I am relieved to feel less congested and able to breathe better.

I’ve been quiet today for the most part and I am hoping that tomorrow morning I will feel even better. Tonight I’m taking it easy again and will do my same self-healing routine when I finally get in my bed.

How are you feeling? Does any of this resonate with you?