Shooting Stars

I saw a shooting star the other night even though I wasn’t aware of any meteor showers. Luckily I was on the phone with a friend whom I interrupted with a happy yelp when I saw the star shoot across the sky.

As always, I shared my wish (wish upon a star) and we were quiet for a moment before returning to our conversation. But I have to tell you how much I love seeing shooting stars!!! I really, really do!

I sit bundled up on chilly nights on my front porch and watch the night sky for a few minutes. It’s become a nightly ritual, especially if I already know that there’s a chance of shooting stars! There’s just something magical about them to me. I can’t explain it more than that, but I get such a whoosh of joy when I catch one crossing the night sky.

Last night I saw 8 shooting stars! Now it was a night of meteor showers so it makes sense. It’s the first time I actually saw more than 2 in one night!! I love how they are all so different and I am so gleeful when I see them! I was on the phone with the same friend and urged her to go outside. Well, when she did, she saw the 9th one! It was her first and I was so grateful to have been there with her as she saw it!

It made sense to her why I am always so joyful when I see a shooting star. There’s something magical about that moment in time. I can’t explain it. It just is.

Have you ever seen a shooting star? Do you feel like it’s a special moment too?

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?

Awakening Side Effects

I’ve been feeling dizzy.

I’ve been feeling very, very tired.

I’ve had an occasional ringing in my ears and sometimes even a complete almost deafness that feels as if I’m underwater.

I’m prone to migraines and the wavy vision that comes as a aura. I’ve had them lately too with colored wavy vision which hasn’t happened in a long time.

The occasional streak of a white star across my vision is the precursor to the migraine at times and I’ve been getting those, but not the migraine afterwards.

I’ve also had a few heart palpitations that don’t last long, but come and go with no rhyme nor reason.

I find that these occurrences weren’t making me afraid that something was wrong with me. It’s strange because normally I would be worried, but I’m not. They don’t last long and seemingly they aren’t affecting my health. It’s as if they just come on a wave and I’m to ride the wave of energy until the experience is over.

I’m feeling that this is an energy spiritual update and nothing seriously affecting my physical body. I have some friends who are talking about similar experiences. Have you been having them too?

Any help is greatly appreciated.

Tommie

When I was a little girl, after my Mom came in to say my prayers with me, turned off the light, kissed my forehead and told me to go to sleep, I would still stay awake and talk to Tommie. I don’t recall when I first began talking to Tommie, but even as a young age, I remember talking with Tommie before I closed my eyes.

I would recount my day to Tommie every night. When I was very young, I would whisper to Tommie, but that evolved into just talking with her in my mind. Especially after my Mom came in one night and asked me who I was talking with and I replied Tommie. My Mom’s reaction didn’t go well. She had a hard time understanding my explanation and so I began to just converse with Tommie in my mind without speaking outloud.

My sister had an imaginary friend who was around her age, but that wasn’t Tommie. She was not a playmate. She had more of a motherly kindness to her. She listened with a compassionate heart and sometimes gave me tidbits of wisdom.

I remember just telling her about my day and as a child it was about school, my friends and even about my family and what I had for dinner. But I also remember talking with her about what worried me and it always seemed that even though I could never see her, she soothed me. She didn’t speak to me outloud. I never heard her voice in my ear. Instead it was as if we spoke telepathically. I knew what she said to me.

I have often wondered if she were a figment of my imagination, but I truly doubt it. Whether she’s a deceased relative, a spirit guide, a guardian angel or perhaps even my subconscious, I don’t know for sure. She stayed with me until my early teens when I didn’t take the time to pray as much before bedtime. It wasn’t that she left me, but that my family teased me about my strange abilities so I turned away from them deliberately. Now I’m feeling as though they are returning.

I haven’t thought of Tommie in years so I’m finding it so interesting that she came to mind today. Throughout the years since childhood, I have always felt a presence in my life. It seems that suddenly I am emerging again into that place of knowing and awareness.

I am excited to return to Me again….

The Evolution of Remembering Me….

The Benefits Of The Storm

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” — Haruki Murakami

I started searching for me after a series of events as it seemed likely that I’d lost myself in the storm of chaos. I did the best I could and weathered through the storm, coming out scathed and broken, but somehow more at peace.

I picked up the pieces of the shattered life and beliefs and chose to put them all back together as they had been. But they didn’t fit the same way anymore. Parts of me that I had believed were me were no longer there and other parts were gnarled and bent. Additionally parts were emerging from an inner knowing that I unknowingly was. I hope on some level this is making sense to you as it does to me now, but in the throes of healing, it was only revealed piece by piece.

Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be revealed though because if it had been like a tsunami hitting the beach I would have probably collapsed again. I am better at increments of change. Aren’t you? Or do you like a huge upheaval?

I am most definitely the woman who survived the storm. I can see parts of me from before the storm remain, but others have been shed, sometimes without my realizing it until they had been gone for awhile. It was like when you put something down and forget about it, but then when you need it again and search for it, it’s nowhere to be found. So you either get a new one or find a way to do whatever it is you’re doing without that missing piece. Ingenuity in the face of lack brings a richness to life that is unfathomable unless you’ve been there.

Does this resonate with you?

Rekindle The Spark

“And when all that was left was ashes,

she would again clothe herself in flame.

Rising from the dust of her past

to rekindle the spark of her future.

She was a Phoenix,

her own salvation; rebirthed, renewed, resurrected.”

— LaRhonda Toreson

Remevolution searches for the spark and ignites the Phoenix within us to soar! Remembering who we are is the key to all of Remevolution. Small insights breathe life into our resurrection. Taking the time to recall and process our past helps us to evolve!

Are you feeling the desire to rekindle your spark? To remember who you are? The Evolution of Remembering Me is here.

You may begin by writing as for me, that is a medium for clarity. Writing helps me in many ways. Perhaps you can take a memory of a good feeling from your younger days, when you were happy, when you felt good about something that happened or something you did. Put it to paper. Write about it as if you are the observer. Then write about it as it is unfolding, from your soul’s perspective. Can you see how that pivotal moment of feel good raises your vibration? It makes you remember who you are?

Now take that moment in time and expand on it. Put it into today. How can we continue that feeling in real time? Even if you can’t find a way to re-invent that memory, you can write about it, imagining the feeling of authenticity in the present moment.

This is a writing that you may share with me or trusted friends. Or you can keep it to yourself in a journal. Who you are never changes. We simply forget at times our divinity. Stressors and life struggles burden our essence. We need to clear the clutter and remember the heart of who we are.

You can do this. You need to do this so that the inner strength we have can expand and connect with one another. There is so much turmoil swirling in the world these days. Igniting the fire within you, the strength and passion which carries us is even more essential.

Let me know how the exercise works for you! I can’t wait to read about it!

Remevolution – The Evolution of Remembering Me

The Eternal Optimist

The Optimist Creed

Promise Yourself

To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness and prosperity to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel that there is something in them.

To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.

To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

By: Optimist International

I feel like this says it all! Does this inspire you too?

Remevolution – The Evolution of Remembering Me

What Is Intuition to Me?

Intuition is like this:

I know something, but I don’t know how I know it. But I know that I know it. And I can’t explain how it is that I know it. Nor can I tell you if it’s a voice that tells me or that it’s a feeling that comes over me. But I will say that when I write/speak the knowing because I know deep down that I have a message for someone, I get goosebumps up and down my body as a confirmation of truth. Or at least that’s how I perceive it.

I find that when I speak what I know without couching the message to taste more palatable to someone else, it delivers its message with uncanny accuracy. But sometimes I admit, I do speak the message in subtler form in order for the other person to be able to process what it is that I am delivering. And I know when I am to do that or better said, when it’s ok to do it.

Perhaps this makes no sense to you or perhaps you understand completely. I know I am not alone in this situation and I would love to hear from those of you who have had similar experiences. Whether you’ve been the conduit or the receiver, please share below.

Remevolution – The Evolution of Remembering Me

Intuition Unleashed

Do you remember when you were little and things seemed simpler? Do you remember having any talents that were special? I mean, we are all special, but what I’m referring to is intuition. We all have the ability to be intuitive, but it’s like any other muscle, it helps when we practice and allow our knowings to come to the surface.

At around age 7 or 8 I distinctly remember knowing things. Eerily and with uncanny knowledge of when the phone was going to ring and many times who was calling, happened often. (This was back before caller ID and even before answering machines were so popular.) At first I wouldn’t tell anyone when I got that feeling the phone was going to ring and it surprised me every time when I knew before it would ring. It would make me giggle with delight when I could ‘guess’ who was calling.

It happened so much that I began to say it aloud to my family when I received the knowing that the phone would ring and subsequently who was calling. At first my knowing was met with surprise by my family. “Good guess!” they would say, but as the knowings increased, they became wary of me and my intuition to the point where they would jokingly make fun of me. So I stopped and tried to block it out.

I was successful for decades with only random blips of intuition coming through because I was embarrassed since it wasn’t ‘acceptable’ in my family’s eyes. Years went by and I was busy with life until it abruptly changed direction on me in a series of events that made me have to rely solely on myself in times of trouble. And that’s when that knowing, the intuition came back to me. As if it had been waiting in the wings for me to finally feel it again and acknowledge its presence which had been there all along.

It began again without warning and at first, I was hesitant to believe that I knew something, but as time has gone by, the knowings have increased. Recently I have had prolonged knowings that channeled through me as information to be given to friends and happily I can recount that the messages were well-received and quite accurate.

Remevolution is about The Evolution Of Remembering Me…and I’m doing just that these days.

Are you feeling similarly?

I’d love to read about your experiences, so feel free to share below if you feel inclined.

A Writing Exercise For The Weekend

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”

– Maya Angelou

I’ve found writing to be an intricate part of healing and Remevolution. Taking the bits and pieces from my past and putting them to paper has allowed me the space to find closure, whether that meant forgiveness, understanding or even enlightenment.

My suggestion over the weekend is for you to put pen to paper and write what comes to the surface. Free write if that pleases you or take one of the prompts below and expand on it. You may even find it surprising what flows through you.

I really wish people knew this about me…

My idea day would be spent…

I can never forget this moment (or these moments) in my life because…

(what happened, how did it make you feel, how do you feel now about the moments?)

I love to…

I dislike…

Dear (insert name here), I really want to tell you…

I want to be released from…

I want more of (insert your choice) in my life…

This is how I see my life…

This is how I thought my life would be now…

You may type or handwrite your responses. Either way works because nobody is grading this, nor looking at it, but you. It is simply healing time for you to explore your thoughts, your feelings, yourself.

The Evolution of Remembering Me (You!) has begun. Exploration can be the key to opening what inspires you. Take some time for yourself over the weekend and allow your inner knowledge to unfold.