I’ve been to a family wedding today. It was an uplifting day. And a reminder about resilience.
There is a lot of fear energy around at the moment. So many big issues on a global level for all of us to address. Every time I look at social media or the news there are lots of negative stories. In hard times it’s important to have reminders that we will come through all of the challenges. I’m always looking for that glimmer of hope to show me the way. So as I sat listening to wedding vows being made I thought about resilience. None of us would have been sitting there taking part in the celebration without the determination of our loved ones who have gone before us. I’m sure there were plenty of family present from the Spirit World. But it also represented the enduring nature of love. The trust that through love our families will continue.
I also looked at the faces of the little children in the church. They are just starting their journey through life. How wonderful to be surrounded by people who know how to survive that journey. Because that’s the truth. We have all come through many and varied challenges. Our lives have been bumpy as well as calm. Each one of us has, I am certain, had to find the courage to continue after it seemed like our world had turned upside down. At the reception I saw family and friends sharing the occasion. Catching up. Updating. Enjoying meeting again. At least four generations representing all that is hopeful about families. Looking around I ticked off the grandparents, parents, children, grandchildren. A perfect representation of the way in which human beings carry on surviving.
It takes resilience to keep on living and loving. A toughness that is powered by hope. Based on love for one another. I don’t fear for human beings. I hope for more love for all of us.
Day 537 of my blogging challenge
Families. Love them or hate them they are the glue holding us together. But perhaps the definition of family is worth looking at.
Today I went to see my friend Jan as she packed up her home. She is getting ready to move closer to her family. Life has pulled her across to a new location and she will have more time with them. But less with the people who are this side of the country. It got me thinking about our friendship. And how friends become part of our family too. Then they move further away as life drifts us into new opportunities. Yet the glue that holds us together remains. I like to think of my family in this way. Who am I glued to?
I was delighted to meet a friend recently who I hadn’t seen face to face for eleven years. The glue was still there. She and her husband became part of my family a long time ago. I think about them often and remember them in my prayers. In the same way that Jan will also be thought of often even if I can’t pop over to see her as often as I do now. That’s the beauty of family. It doesn’t have to be only blood and married in. My family is very much a mixture of blood, marriage, friends and loved ones in Spirit. I take my lead from the Spirit World. In the Afterlife we are all one family. There is no distinction about how I am related to anyone else.
I am part of the eternal family. The glue that holds us together is love. Because that is the enduring energy of connection.
Today I found that a reassuring thought. Over the past week I’ve been arranging to meet up with some of the people I consider to be my Earth family. It will be lovely to catch up and find out face to face how they are doing. Because sometimes a phone call or message chat isn’t quite the same. And I will see if the glue of love is still present in our relationship. I say that because sometimes it seems that a family member is ready for a new family. Like a marriage where a son or daughter is gained or lost friendships come to a natural end. Of a sort. That person will remain in my family thoughts. They will be someone I think fondly of but they may now be ready to relate to me in a different way.
Love has many different aspects. Families are the same. I feel that I have learned so much in my human journey through the different kinds of love I’ve shared. The times when the glue has been so strong the bond is unbreakable. Those connections when the glue has worn away and we have gone in different directions. Or those relationships where the glue has to be reapplied time and again. Even those wonderful ones where the glue is very flexible and stretchy. When I can share the love whether the other person is near or far. Most wonderful of all, to realise that the glue crosses time and space. I am connected through love to the Afterlife and my family forever.
I am surrounded by loving family. Even in the moments when I feel most alone there is glue linking me to the other people in my life. On top of the moors today that thought blew me away.
Day 527 of my blogging challenge
I was busy at my desk. I love turning my photos into messages. The radio was on. But the announcement was all about troubled times. Someone had attacked people going about their everyday lives.
In the aftermath people will be given bad news about their loved ones. Lives changed forever. The question why will be uppermost in people’s minds. Why me? Why them? On a wider level the fear and uncertainty generated will mix with the shock, disbelief and anger of grief. Many of us will be troubled by this attack. No matter what the reason for this action it reminds all of us that life is an uncertain process. It’s easy to fall into a negative response. To go about with fearful hearts. Getting angry becuase of a feeling of vulnerability. But I want to focus on the love we need to find within us.
The love of being alive. The love to understand that death will come to all of us in very many different ways. The love for one another that is the antidote to hate. I feel it’s important to recognise the troubled minds who take the love of aggressive action as their right. The people who act from misguided or troubled love. Who believe that love is best represented by acts of extreme violence. Someowhere in their lives they have chosen a perverse path where hate and fear are called love. We may never know or understand why. What I can do is to focus my mind on the purity of love. The respect and compassion for others.
If, in their troubled times, these people had chosen differently, by a different understanding of love, today’s events would have been impossible.
Making these attacks an impossibility happenes when all of us bring love to the fore. When we embrace our differences and learn to live as one global community. When we begin to rebalance the structures we have put in place. And change our attitude from ‘then and us’ to ‘all of us’. It’s not the first time that there have been attacks in the UK or Ireland. And many other countries around the world have suffered similar experiences. Today is the anniversary of an attack in Belgium. In some places attacks are an everyday occurrence. With that in mind I return my thoughts to love. Love is the only way. It will always be the only way. Teach your children and grandchildren the love of our global community.
Day 485 of my blogging challenge.
I’ve spent quite a lot of my life acting as if I was immune to all sorts of things. Keeping my feelings below the surface quite a lot. Behaving as if I was resistant to pain, fear, hate, grief.
There is something about keeping going that is almost addictive. Because I feel it’s driven by a tiny little niggle that eats away at my certainty and will power. The thought that if I stop and feel my feelings I’ll never get going again. So pretending to be immune is a good tactic. I’ve used it as a form of protection. And sometimes even thought I was exempt from certain feelings. Like all things in life though I’ve discovered that immunity is a variable state. So I felt the grief of loosing my parents. Raw. Full on. Inescapable.
Also the pain, anger and hopelessness of failed relationships. Times when I’ve been drowning in despair. Or pulled deep into depression. Lost and alone in darkness. Perhaps what I did in response to these feelings was a protective shell. I fooled myself that I was immune so I wouldn’t have to express my feelings to myself. Or the world. I went into hiding from myself. But the reality is that I carried those feelings like a burden. Heavy baggage I was reluctant to put down. I had to wait until I was ready to see the stuckness this brought about. Perhaps even to keep battering my head against the wall I’d built around those feelings. Because that tiny little niggle made me feel weak.
If I am weak then I am vulnerable. Worse things can happen. That’s the logic of that mis-shaped thought. Better to be immune and exempt than infected and in need of help.
Because accepting help can be really hard too. I feel that we are conditioned to be helpers. Not receivers. Being in a state of needing help also sometimes ties in with feeling like I can’t handle things myself. Yet the strange thing is there are plenty of people who want to be able to help me. When I started to think about this idea of immunity from feelings I realised that it’s also a way to deny helpers. It’s easy for me to say I don’t need any support if I believe that I don’t have certain feelings. Yet I know, in the end, feelings exist. They are there first. Long before our cognitive abilities develop we feel.
But that leads to another thought. What feelings did I feel in my early years? What feelings was I allowed to have. Love certainly. Fear aplenty. Definitely anger, sadness and pain. These are all part of my human inheritance. Somewhere in all those feelings I developed a set of rules telling me what I was allowed to feel and express. And some rules about the kind of feelings I needed to be immune from. I say this not as a criticism. Or to blame. I learned how to handle feelings from the adults around me. I also learned to become a giver rather than receiver. These deeply held rules have governed my life. And I didn’t even get to negotiate or agree to them.
It’s time to put away these rules. To release myself from feeling immune to certain feelings.
It’s important for me to love my whole self. I can’t do that when I’m hiding from my feelings. Or refusing to allow myself to experience them. I need to love myself enough to allow my vulnerability to emerge. Learn to take the offers of support and kindness. Make myself a whole human being because I can feel things so deeply. And above all else, reminding myself that learning the opposites to love gives me a choice. I can pick the life experiences that boost the amount of love in and around me. Or I can stay behind the walls with my hidden feelings and await the next catastrophe that life throws at me. My choice is always LOVE.
Day 466 of my blogging challenge.
The last few hours of 2016 are fading away. I’m happy and excited to be moving into a new year. I have my Tarot cards ready to do a little reading for myself. I can’t resist a sneak peek at the energy flowing into my life.
Whilst 2016 has been more of a challenge than I ever expected I also know that I’m ending it feeling happy. So many of my fears have been met and walked through this year. I’ve survived and learned a lot about myself. I have some outstanding achievements that I’m very proud of. And I am ready for all sorts of new beginnings. It doesn’t matter if anyone else knows what they are. I know what I’ve been able to do and that’s all that matters.
So what about next year? It’s so close now it’s breathing down my neck. I know there will be a lot of unexpected things but that’s life anyway. It’s about how I approach what happens. So I’m very clear that my year is going to be a happy one. I’m open to and attracting the positive in. Welcoming every moment because it will be good. There is no room for doubt. Or worry. Or fear. What I focus on is what will happen and I only want the best for me any everyone else. So I have a little mantra for myself: Love, Peace, Happiness.
The power of positive thinking has been proved over and over again for me this year. Even when I was wobbly and finding it hard to be positive.
Putting as much of my energy into being happy as I could got me to recognise all the good things I already had. I realised that there is a solid foundation underpinning my life. It’s based on being happy. Because if I feel it I can give and receive it. My happiness is based on small moments, memories and gratitude. Things could have been so much worse. Best of all I know that I have my loved ones in Spirit, my Guides and the ArchAngels in my life too. They are a constant force for love.
They surround me when my head drops, they lift me when doubt rushes in and they guide me to be the best me I can be. I know I can’t please all of the people all of the time. Being of service is not about pleasing people. It’s about passing on the happiness and love as often and as much as possible. So I expect to be doing a lot more serving for Spirit in 2017. I’m excited at what that may mean because I know they always draw me to do the things I think I can’t. Then I surprise myself. And that is another thing that makes me happy. Sending you best wishes for a happy New Year and may 2017 bring out the best in you too ❤️
Day 412 of my blogging challenge.
This morning I went to meet a lovely friend for breakfast. It was our TLC treat to ourselves. How disappointing to be served with a breakfast full of miserable energy! Someone had not done everything with love.
One of the results of being aware of the energy flow is that my intuition clicks when I am around the vibration of love. Like a note in a song or a favourite smell, I can sense the presence of love in anything. Everything is energy. I’ve written about that before. And how it can change the way I interact with the world. Because I can also sense the absence of love. For whatever reason this morning the cook hadn’t loved what they were making. The meal turned up half cold, over cooked and over seasoned. But I knew before I tasted it. It was one unhappy plate of food.
I ended up sending the breakfast back. I didn’t want another. If the cook was unhappy enough to put low virbrational energy on one plate things probably wouldn’t improve with another go. Instead I picked up a coffee from one of my favourite places – where they always put the love in – and had some toast at home. I enjoyed making the toast to go with my vanilla latte. The bread tasted happy so I was happy. Everything I ate and drank was full of love. Recognising the world is energy means being prepared to nourish myself only with the most loving energy.
That is also what Reiki teaches. Bringing in the Universal flow of loving energy can apply to food as well as everything else.
For a long time in my life I was a comfort eater. When I was stressed I reached for sugary food. Not very wise really as too much sugar can cause my body problems, not least weight gain. When I finally opened up to my intuitive senses I realised that what I ate could actually make me feel worse. Not just because of the sugar and other things. But because the energy vibration was low. It was around about the time I encountered my first unhappy crystals. They had suffered in being mined and some where beyond healing. Noticing the crystal vibrations and comparing them to food vibrations was an eye opener.
I guess that’s what made it sink in. As everything has a vibration what happens energetically can change any vibration. After that I became much more conscious of what I ate. I wanted my body to get the food that felt loved and happy. I also realised that I needed to do everything with love too. And that I had to surround myself with others who had that loving vibration. Of course, it’s not that simple. Along with everyone else I have my unloving moments. Those low vibrational feelings that are triggered when I’m not strong in my self love.
Everything is a learning curve. Knowing that I have a range of feelings, some that are distinctly the opposite of love, means I have to choose carefully how to deal with my feelings.
I hope that I put as much love into things as I can. That’s what I would like to share. Because passing on the loving energy makes someone else’s day go well too. And eventually the love energy finds it’s way back to me. Looking towards 2017 I have a lot of things I’m doing that I love. A lot more teaching, inspiring and sharing. More writing and painting. Music. An amazing amount of Spirit and Angelic connections. Anything and everything that supports sharing the love around more and more. I’m open to receive it back too. I will be checking the vibrations around me and choosing only those full of love. Make 2017 your year to choose love. You know it makes sense ❤️
Day 410 of my blogging challenge.
It’s been a day to remember family and friends as I enjoy the Christmas festivities. This time last year the flood alert had been sounded and it was an anxious time. Today I’ve spent a peaceful time knowing that the people I care for are celebrating too.
Whether it was messages to and from family members above and below or a visit to my local pub to say hello to everyone I loved the festivities. Yet quite a chunk of the day was spent on my own. I’m comfortable in my own company. The solitude is something very precious to me. As is the opportunity to be with my family later in the day. Even though the town is quiet I’ve chatted to people I know. This mix has made for a perfect day. From my first cuppa, through cooking dinner and watching TV with a glass of wine I’ve loved my day.
As I sat watching an old film this morning I thought about all the small things that make for a perfect today. Greetings cards. A cup of tea. Presents ready to be opened. Facebook and text messages from family and friends. The joy of a perfect present that cost almost nothing. Harry Potter. Brussels sprouts. Laughter. Tears. There is love and joy flowing through my life. Theses festivities have shown me how much is precious and priceless. Because the memories will long outlive the day. Whether I’m sitting here on my own or sharing my time with others.
However, not all of us have family, friends or share the festivities. But that doesn’t mean the day is any less a perfect one. Each new day gives me an opportunity to send out the energy of love and joy. Every day is a chance to store up good memories. All I have to do is recognise that option and choose to make it so. At the end of my wonderful day I send you wishes for lots more joyful, memorable days ❤️
Day 406 of my blogging challenge.
It’s been a wonderful day. I have been with the family and friends of Karen and Gray as they celebrated their handfasting. Love was certainly in the air. And all around.
We joined in a joyful, meaningful service where Karen and Gray made a life long commitment to one another. I saw the love flowing between them as our friends Bishop David Parry and Father Alan Cox lead this simple yet profound ceremony. The room was also filled with those from the World of Spirit who came to bring their love too. I listened to the lovely messages and readings that people felt inspired to give. I watched the smiles on the faces of all present. It was an uplifting event.
I know from my own life that making a commitment to another person is a challenge. Especially if that commitment is expected to be lifelong. As a mother Karen made a commitment to her children. And as a father Gray made that commitment too. As members of two families they made the commitment to be there for their families. Today they also made a commitment to be there for one another. Listening to their words I wished them well. I know that their commitment to one another has already been tested by life. I also know that it is the love they share with one another that has strengthened that commitment.
Today they took the step of telling all of us that they wanted to share their love with one another for the rest of their lives together.
In my life I have been to many weddings. I have watched people make that commitment. I’ve even made it myself. But I have also seen the love fade, wear away and die. Even with the best intentions I know we can get it wrong. What should be unconditional love ends up being conditional. Because of that the relationship falters. Then flounders. Finally it fails. Mine did. So I admire everyone who is prepared to take that step to pledge themselves in love to another person.
I remind myself that underneath all of our Earthly lives there is the energy of love. Karen and Gray have recognised the love that they feel for one another. Today I saw them acknowledge it in a deeper way. I felt the love that was given and received. All of us did. I’m sure that we will all benefit from the love that they share. Their happiness will be ours too. Because all of us love them. My Spirit lifts when I see the people I love being happy. And my Spirit joins with theirs so we are all united by love. That is the energy of the Afterlife. As above, so below. I hope Karen and Gray can enjoy their own little bit of heaven as the love flows between them ❤️
Day 391 of my blogging challenge.
Some thoughts that had been bouncing around my mind finally clicked together today. Since the election in the USA I had been mulling over what is underneath the idea that we are split into us and them.
A few years ago I was fortunate to attend an event where the Dalai Lama was the speaker. He was keen to make the point that underneath everything he, like all of us listening, was a human being. He asked the young people present to ‘Be the change’ needed in the world. His words have stayed with me. What makes it so difficult for us to remember that all of us are the same once you remove the skin. I remember asking my Guides why we had developed the idea of separateness. It seems to one that makes life harder for most of us because it stops us reaching out for or to give help to each other.
My Guides have always encouraged me to understand that this world is the way it is because we have chosen to forget that love is the only energy that sustains us. That was one of the strands of thought going around my head last week. I wondered where the love had gone in an election that seemed aggressive, vicious and unkind. How could people make an important decision if the debate was all about the wrongness of a candidate rather than the best person for the job? In the aftermath of the election there was a huge outpouring of feelings. As I listened to people talking about their feelings I noticed that us and them came into the discussion a lot. I felt that the idea of us and them had created fear. Fear for the future no matter who won.
I went back to the idea that love is the energy that sustains us. It made me think about what that really means.
I have no idea what it’s like to live in a war torn country. There has never been a day when I have had nothing to eat or drink. What I believe in hasn’t cost me my home, my family or my livelihood. I am a white, heterosexual woman. Whilst I might have challenges because I am female mostly I have been accepted as a person. I can’t imagine how it might have been if I had a different colour of skin. Or a different sexuality. Or lived in a country where my religious beliefs were unacceptable. Yet those factors are used the world over to split the human race into us and them.
Failing to recognise that we are all the same creates division. Deciding someone is different and that the difference makes them apart from me is the first step away from love. Perhaps the first way in which I open the door to fear. My judgements about ‘them’ become the way that I act towards ‘them’. Eventually it becomes the way that I can dismiss, disregard or harm ‘them’. After all, ‘they’ are not like me. I believe this is the reason why women and children are mistreated. Why domestic violence continues. And why women and children can be bought and sold, one way or another, by others.
I also believe that we talk much too easily about love. And not enough about fear. It is our fear that drives us to persecute others.
Surely my beloved child is still my beloved child no matter what their sexuality, religion, colour, values and beliefs? Why do I need to fear who my child is? Each generation has new ways of being. If those ways are all about loving one another then why would I stop my child from living like that. If my love is a real feeling surely I will want to share the love towards the people my child also loves? No matter who they are or where they come from. Even if I find them so very different from myself. Even if I fear them because they are not like me. Underneath the fear I have to find the love. And I have to show and share the love.
I really do. Because each one of us, as well as being human, is a Spirit being. Underneath this world we have another existence. This Earth is only my home for a short time. I will return to the Afterlife and rejoin all of the Spirit people who are living there right now. In a place where there are no bodies, no countries, no gender or sexuality I will be a being of light. In a realm where there is no us and them love is the only energy. If I can approach my human life in the same way as I live my Spirit life then I have to oust the fear. I have to be strong enough to reject the fear which breeds hatred.
In me is an endless supply of love. It comes from my Spirit which is supported by the Divine flow of love. Now I need to learn to speak the language of love, not fear. We are all one. We are Spirit. And we are Love. Humanity will survive so long as we remember and live that universal truth.
Day 368 of my blogging challenge.
Here is the first step into my next year. I’m continuing to blog. I feel that the times are rather challenging at the moment so my blog is a necessary blast of oxygen that helps me get through the turbulence.
I’ve had several conversations recently about an ‘out of sorts’ feeling that seems to affecting many of us. Knowing that the energy is shifting is one thing. I find dealing with the actual shift something else. Noticing my general muddled headedness I’ve been trying to be kind to myself and not push too hard to get anywhere with anything. I’ve also been very aware of a general level of shadow side thoughts and feelings that I’ve been expressing. And so have many other people. This clearing out is good. It gives me room to breathe in the oxygen of positivity. My Guides have always encouraged me to be more aware of myself. Because then I can choose what energy I radiate out into the world.
It’s the same for every one of us. We are tripping up over our own shadow and the energy we have put out there at some time in the past. That’s why the apparently resolved issues are cropping up again. It’s time for all of us to find a new way of being ourselves. Whenever I think about this process my Guides are really good at giving me a mental prompt to help me. It was their energy that got me to pay attention on a flight to the words in the safety demonstration. The airplane is pressurised so if anything compromises the seal oxygen escapes into the sky. At the point when the cabin looses pressure the oxygen masks drop out of the storage compartment. The instruction is to put your own mask on before you help others to put theirs on.
It makes perfect sense really. Oxygen is what keeps us alive. But there is a limited time we can hold our breath for.
So we need the masks. But if your are struggling to get a mask on someone else you are depleting your own energy. If you get your mask in place you can breathe the oxygen whilst helping all those around you who can’t breathe yet. So being kind to me is about putting my own mask on first. Then I can help by being kind to others. Of course, someone gasping to breathe might not agree with my choice. I actually know what that feels like since I have asthma. Yet the worst thing is if anyone panics for me. The more calm I and they stay the sooner I can draw a breath again.
It’s about choice and what the greater good should be. I know that when I consider my own oxygen mask I realised that sometime I put the mask on, sit back and say well, I’m ok. Sometimes I put my mask on then run up and down the plane choosing who ‘deserves’ my help. Sometimes I do the best thing . I put the mask on and start helping anyone within reach so they can help others too. Yet there will still be people struggling to breathe who might feel upset that I haven’t chosen them. The reason I try to help those around me is that when they have their oxygen mask on they can also help. Together we can make sure the whole plane has the energy to survive.
It’s that kind of time at the moment. The world is on a flight towards a greater understanding of how we connect intuitively to one another.
The energy blasts, including the two in December, are the releasing of pressure in the cabin. Eventually we will be flying smoothly again when the pressure is rebalanced. But in the meantime we have to be ready to share the energy of survival. The oxygen we need is positivity. I am working hard to stay in the optimistic flow of energy. I want to see a changed and better world so I live at the moment with that vision in my mind. No matter what surfaces I believe that human beings all have the capacity for compassion and love.
If I hold onto that I am giving myself pure oxygen that can lift my spirits and get me over the hurdles. Of course there will be those who try to pass along their fears or negativity. Some of the people who are too far away for me to reach their oxygen masks might be upset. Or unhappy that they have to wait for help. Perhaps they may even decide they aren’t going to help themselves. In a very real and practical way I have to accept that I’m not there to rescue the whole plane. No one is. We start with ourselves and then help how and where we can.
When I think of the times I rushed around the plane trying to help or sat back concentrating on only being ok myself I recognise another strand to this.
Sometimes I grab my oxygen mask or someone else’s because I’m looking to be a hero. I’m doing it because I want approval or praise. The fear of disapproval is a strong urge in all of us. Being authentic and true to self may attract adverse reactions from others. Especially where our choices and actions are described by others as selfish. There is a fear and judgement that keeps us being ‘nice’ in the wrong kind of way. I know that a bit of me wants to help so that I get a reward. It’s the bit of my ego that can trip me up by making my service to others a self-seeking exercise. But I know this shadow really well.
Now is the time to shift that energy out of my life. Because the oxygen of compassion and love can help me to change for the better. I know that service is actually it’s own reward. Most of the time that is how I choose to do what I do. Knowing that I still have a way to go doesn’t disappoint me. I am living my life as authentically as I can for this point in my life. I am sure that there is plenty of room for improvement. No wonder that I am going to grab all the change energy that is around at the moment. Life is about change. Life is about loving myself enough to change. And if I change then an optimistic life of service to others will be all the reward I need.
Day 366 of my blogging challenge.