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?

Who’s On The Telephone?

When I was a child, phones were attached to the wall in the home. Phone receivers were attached by a long curly cord that stretched from the phone itself. Do you remember these? Back in those days, (LOL), there was no such thing as Caller ID, answering machines or even call waiting. Yup, I’m that many years old! Long distance calls were expensive and we only had landlines. Cell phones didn’t come around for decades. So you never knew when the phone was going to ring or who was on the other end when you picked it up.

My parents were strict and we were taught to answer the phone in a formal manner. For practice, whenever the phone rang, we were the ones to get up and walk over the wall where it was because my parents didn’t want to move and it was exciting to see who was calling!

I remember when I was in the younger grades in school that even though a phone call was hardly ever for me, I began to know when the phone would ring. I know this sounds strange, but it’s true. When the knowing first began to happen, I couldn’t wait to tell my parents that I knew the phone was going to ring. I would get the sensation that the phone was going to ring and then I’d excitedly tell my parents. They looked at me strangely, but then, when the phone would ring, they laughed. But the more my phone predictions happened, the less enthusiastic they were about it. When I began to know who the caller was, my parents were even more unsettled. They tried all different ways to see how I was doing what they referred to as a parlor trick, but I hadn’t any answers. I just sensed the phone was going to ring and had a feeling about who was calling. There might have been magic to it, but nothing I could control.

After awhile, I stopped telling them since it seemed to upset them. But I still would tap into the knowing of who was on the other line and even work on counting down to the actual ring of the phone in order to test myself. I remember getting that knowing feeling and thinking: the phone will ring in 5 seconds and then counting down 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and wait for the phone would ring. I thought it was wonderful, but nobody else did. They looked at me strangely and made me wish I had never told them.

So one day, I just decided to stop. I didn’t want them to think I was strange or not normal. I wanted to fit in with my family even though I’d always felt I was different. But being a part of them was more important to me at the time so I worked on ignoring the knowing. I felt like if I turned off the knowing then they’d like me more and I wouldn’t be looked upon so strangely.

I turned my back on the connection with the knowing. Now that I look back, it was as if it I disabled that ability in myself. I hid it in order to be like the others. After awhile, I forgot about it and moved on. Caught up in the vortex of normal life, being like everyone else and certainly not standing out.

I had quite forgotten my phone abilities until recently. Just like I had forgotten Tommie (see prior post). It seems the Evolution of Remembering Me has begun in earnest. I began this blog in the beginning of 2020, but it isn’t until now that these energetic shifts are becoming more real to me.

Did you ever know when the phone was going to ring? Or who the caller was?

Am I Ready?

I’ve known for awhile now that my Knowing has increased. While I am not always able to control it, when it arrives, its accuracy is uncanny. I have always felt as if I were plugged into something other than my humanness. I am not sure how I can explain it to you, but the timing feels right. So here I am.

I understand that when I am knowing something, my voice, my word choice and my cadence of speech change. Additionally, when I am physically present with someone, I have been told that my face changes along with my body movements. While perhaps I am a tiny bit aware of the changes, I did not think they were outwardly shown. I do know that when I try to avoid speaking something that I am told to tell someone, the Knowing will not relent until I have done it. In fact, its persistence continues to amp up until I deliver the message as received.

Sometimes the message is very blunt and that makes it hard for me to deliver it to friends. Many times I couch the message with the caveat that “This is said with love” or “I don’t know why I’m being pushed to say this in this manner but…” Time after time though, the truth of the message as said to be delivered is spot on correct and afterwards both the friend and I realize that if it hadn’t been put in that way, it may not have been understood. But still, sometimes it makes it difficult. Luckily for me, friends understand that I am not alway able to deliver these messages in any other way.

Lately I have been able to tap into the Knowing when asked, but not always. I am still learning as I do not seem to have complete control over it. But when I Know something, it has been divinely timed.

Even though I have heard I was not a twin, I have felt I had a twin at some point. There’s a twin energy who helps me. My parents said I was not a twin, but I have felt otherwise.

I don’t know why I am drawn to write this post today considering I have not written in a long time. I haven’t had many people read my posts so I don’t even know if this will reach anyone at all. However, I am told that the right ones will read it with divine timing.