Our lives are written in sentances containing little words...little phrases.
"I love you".
"Walk the dog".
"Going to work...bye."
Even though We think of the spectcular moments in our lives as being monumental...it is REALLY the little things...those blessed little things that mean...well...everything.
Take for example my week. I taught my Belly Dance classes, Read Tarot, worked on new choreographies, performed Reiki, kissed my dogs, did some chores, rehearsed, got to the gym.
But it was my work doing a Medium Gallery and my effort to become certified as a Reiki Master this week that really sounded impressive.
And it was...don't get me wrong...those two events were huge for me. I am doing what a love and making strides and assisting others. Big YES!
But what thrilled me this week was something my husband did...
He fixed the faucet in the tub.
Yes...my husband...that adorable guy who attends as many belly dance shows as he can, who listens as I talk about Spirit Guides and walks through clouds of incence and piles of sequined costumes fixed the leak in my tub's faucet.
It IS a little thing...something that I am sure many of you take for granted...but...my husband never did this before...and never wanted to. But he took care of me...and our castle. He rolled up his sleeves and Googled instructions and made what is probably a little thing...a huge thing in my eyes. He's my hero. He rescued me, not only from drips, but from the concern I had about taking care of just one more detail of my life.
It's easy to shrug off the little things...I guess...but for me...they're even bigger than the big things...
New Year...new Opportunities for growth.
Many of you know that I also am a Dancer...a Professional Middle Eastern Dancer...the photo in today's blog was taken at a World Dance show of a number I did to an Indian Ghazal that just gets inside my DNA every time I dance it. The number began, as most spiritual quests do...as one thing...that became another...now...incorporating my beloved singing bowl into the number...which created a Divine atmosphere for me to not only dance, but to connect with Spirit in that moment on stage.
I think a lot about my path, how furiously I have driven my life in the past and how much control I needed to release to allow Divine energy to work through me. I still struggle with this...wanting, thinking, trying...until I release this ego and allow God to show me the path...
As I step boldly into 2013...I wish you all a fascinating and fulfilling journey with moments of great clarity...and release...
Psychics love to find new tools to use to connect with Higher energy. We all begin in one way or another...many drawn to Tarot decks as a way of bridging the way towards Spirit...Some, like myself add crystals, pendulum, Oracle Decks...I could be here forever telling you about these different tools! But today I want to talk about my new flirtation with something call the "Lenormand" deck. From what I have learned...Madame LeNormand was Napolean's wife, Josephine's mystic. Her Reader. She used traditional playing cards, but in such a way that she was able to tell with great precision about her client's questions...and future.
The way it was explained to me in modern terms is this...Tarot will tell you what to DO if your spouse is cheating. Lenormand will tell you if he is cheating.
I have 2 decks...the first, called The Postmark Lenormand by Melissa Hill is positively adorable...it uses vintage images and comes in a little pouch with a postmark! I have found it a great addition to my Readings...but...
I will never give up my favorite tool...Tarot.
As accurate as Lenormand is...I prefer to see WHERE the path is taking me...and my sitters. I prefer to use my GIFTS as a Psychic and Medium to get Divine and Universal knowledge to YOU so YOU have the power to affect your positive future!
Still...this is a fun system...and I have a "Dia del los Muertos" Lenorm
I am beyond a creature of habit. I love repetition and familiarity to the point where sometimes...I bore myself. I tend to LOVE my good ol 'go to' Tarot deck...the first one I purchased oh so many years ago...but I have been urging myself to change it up a bit...to look at things with fresh eyes...and a new perspective. I have a nice collection of Tarot Decks...I also have a good handful of Oracle cards that work just as well for my own personal readings. Recently, I traded another Reader for this teeny little oracle deck from Prague...it's a bit 'gothic' with a sweet undertone. She couldn't figure out how to read from it...I took to it immediately! Why? Because it spoke to me...it's big kid-like pictures told a story and I was able to listen...Is it as deep as Tarot? Nah. But fun and great for quick readings! And best of all...it got me out of my rut...Now I'm looking at a lot of things from different vantage points...and the view is good!
I've always collected luck charms...always. Since I was old enough to understand what they were, I had to have them. It wasn't that I felt 'unlucky', but more that I felt the impending doom of spirits around me that meant at least pull my pigtails.
I visited the Central Park Zoo with my grandfather as a child and he bought me a key chain...in it was a penny and around the horseshoe-shaped fob were the words 'keep me and never go broke'. Even as a 5 year old, I understood how profound that was...as long as I held on to that penny...I literally would never be broke.
What a concept. Since then, I have found stones, crystals, jewelry, evil eyes, Italian horns, bindis, statues and so forth made their way into my collections...even a tattoo of a hamsa with an Om and nazar in the middle...Am I superstitious? I think so...but just a bit. Do I believe these items ward off 'bad'. Maybe. But what I *know* they do is make me aware that I am fortunate. I don't fear evil or bad in my life because I count my blessings...as I count my luck charms...
A good friend passed away last week. You may know him too...his name was Davy jones and he was a member of the 1960s group The Monkees., which was how I came to develop crush on him and all his bandmates.
But they weren't just a TV group to me...they were my muses, my company, my friend-in-my-head, my knights in shining armour when life become unbearable.
As an adult, I had the blessing of meeting each member of that group individually. Davy was someone with whom I spent some time on a variety of occasions. He was very special and wanted nothing more than to be remembered by EVERY person he met...and to be remembered in a different way by each. I always thought that was magnificent. He gave me great advice when I needed it, a smile whether I wanted it or not, a few good dance moves that I use on stage to this day.
I received a psychic visit from Davy just yesterday...his words to me were simple...he said "I am not done yet". I get it. He used to tell everyone the words of his father..."It goes so fast son."
My spiritual father of that same group...Michael Nesmith posted something glorious that I wanted to share...it speaks SO much to my beliefs...I hope it does for you too "While it is jarring, and sometimes seems unjust, or ...strange, this transition we call dying and death is a constant in the mortal experience that we know almost nothing about. I am of the mind that it is a transition and I carry with me a certainty of the continuity of existence. While I don’t exactly know what happens in these times, there is an ongoing sense of life that reaches in my mind out far beyond the near horizons of mortality and into the reaches of infinity. That David has stepped beyond my view causes me the sadness that it does many of you. I will miss him, but I won’t abandon him to mortality. I will think of him as existing within the animating life that insures existence. I will think of him and his family with that gentle regard in spite of all the contrary appearances on the mortal plane. David’s spirit and soul live well in my heart, among all the lovely people, who remember with me the good times, and the healing times, that were created for so many, including us. I have fond memories. I wish him safe travels."
My life moves very fast sometimes.
I noticed it most recently when I had to take a week off to let my body wrestle with a bad head cold.
I was fielding phone calls from clients, sitters, students, one TV producer, a teacher and one studio owner who is hosting one of my appearances.
Once well enough, I meandered into my studio to find the usual pile of stuff waiting for my attention...when I caught site of a pile of papers...they were actually certificates that I had been awarded in workshops where I had completed courses of study and hadn't taken the time to frame. As I looked at each one, I felt a sense of both pride and exhaustion...I had worked for hours over the course of months to receive the information and skills each piece do paper represented,but I don't recall taking the time to experience the joy that came with each accomplishment. i have caught myself again pushing myself so hard that I almost missed putting ME on 'the list'. No wonder I caught a cold! Ive been burning my candles at both ends AND in the middle,
Time for me to take better care of myself...put my education to its best use and buy more frames for those certificates!
This cameo was a gift from my husband for my last birthday.
I adore it because it represents to me the very nature of being Clairvoyant. My spirit guides assist me with my gift of 'clear seeing' which uses most everything BUT my eyes!
I have spent a great deal of time, since childhood, 'seeing' myself through other people's eyes...in a sense...not using my own vision to see myself clearly.
When you have a special gift, you may tend to doubt what you're doing. "Do I REALLY see that, sense that, hear that, feel that? Is the information being given to me true, or the stuff of imagination?"
Even in those moments when I do doubt, the reality of the evidence that is brought to me constantly is proof enough. I continue to bry to see myself clearly, both with my eyes an
When beginning my journey into the metaphysical, I found myself becoming the "I'll never do that" girl.
I didn't think of myself as a healer, so I pushed away notions of Reiki classes, not sure what all the interest is in rocks so...ok...none of that for me. Meditation? Naw...can't sit still that long.
So here I am in a new year with a new path before me. I am certified as a Reiki Level one Practitioner, and I am wild about crystals. I have a nice collection started...all the important ones for grounding and opening chakras...but I came to realize how important these stones are that I began making little pouches of small groups of crystals for my clients...the result has been joyful and energetic to say the least!
Being a Moon Child, I find myself drawn to moonstones...I wear a beautiful ring my husband purchased for me that assists in connecting me to spirit. The big lesson here my friends...never say never...and enjoy your rocks...
This past year has been an incredible journey for me...there have been so many avenues explored in the metaphysical, spiritual and psychic that it made my head spin!
I became certified as a Reiki Practitioner, I studied with a Master Medium, I Read 100s of Sitters, practiced meditation, did Clairvoyant Readings, Chakra Balancing and cleaning and so much more!
But at the end of the year, I have taken a moment to take stock and I realized that the Tarot is still very much at the center of my practice.
I have read dozens of books this year on metaphysical studies...what others do to increase their connection to spirit...many start out with Tarot, but move away...I found this suprising and wondered if i would become disenchanted too.
But...after a year, I have found that my kinship with Tarot is even stronger.
Tarot is a tool...just like any other...and when the tool works to focus my abilities...why would I remove it!?
I have smudged all my decks and am in the process of recharging them for my after-new-year readings!
I wish you all a lovely New Year ahead...one filled with spirit and joy, with magic and curiosity...