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….

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?

Holding Steady

Channeled:

“You do not need to fight the waves that come, nor the tides that turn, nor the winds that blow. You only need to Hold Steady as the tree does in the windstorm. Bend with the flow so you do not break. Ride the waves with ease. Put away the thoughts of suffering so that they do not drown you. You can stay afloat in this turbulence if you allow what is happening to flow. You are protected divinely. Allow the upset to flow through you. Do not fight this as what you resist, persists. There is a reason that perhaps you do not yet understand as to why these swirls of disturbance are occurring.

Stay faithful in your being. Be who you are authentically. Others can be flailing about, but it is not your job to do any more than to be yourself. Help when you can, but do not be invested in the sheer emotionally chaos that is not ours.

Be with those who need and want the help. Be the steady light in the midst of the fear, the static and the blowing winds of change.

You do not need to fix anyone, nor change anything. It is all happening at once which is why the disturbances of some is palpable. They are not able to keep up with the changing energies as you are. And it is ok. That is why you are here. To aid in the change that is storming in on high seas.

There’s no need to change course. You need to simply Hold Steady. Be the lighthouse of healing. Allow those to come to you. Listen with a compassionate heart. Allow it all to unfold in the right time for this is the journey you have chosen.”

Guide, but do not push. Help, but do not entangle. Hold, but do not enmesh. Unite, but do not divide.

Hold Steady dear ones. We are with you. Love is by your side. You are protected, but you are not invincible. Each and every soul here sails their own boat on this journey. We intersect when needed. We bump. We parallel and we go with the flow of the Universe.

Your job is to remain an open channel of wisdom to unite, to heal, and to Hold Steady.

Continue on your path. Let it all flow to you, through you and beyond you. All is well even in the most massive of storms. Believe. Be. Connect. Empower. Hold steady.

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?

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….

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