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Soul Mates – Past, Present, and Future

20 February 20152

Is your present partner your eternal partner?  Was he or she a partner in the past?  Will you have the same partner in the future?

As, when it comes to the metaphysical, there is no “time”, not in the linear sense we are accustomed to, these are tricky questions.  Given that we here on Earth maneuver our daily lives from the premise of linear time, we’ll use the terminology, and leave it up to Heaven to sort it out!

The topic of soul mates comes up again and again – with clients, in workshops, in social settings – everyone seems to have an intense interest.  It is so popular a topic, we decided to include it on a regular basis on our “Immersion into Source” healing webinar.

What does the term “soul mate” mean to you?  As your answer isn’t going to be the same as the next person’s, there is some confusion as to what we are even talking about.  I’m thinking we need some common vocabulary.  Based on what I’ve seen in both this world and the next, I’d like to propose the following (not set in stone):

  • Being – someone who exists as an individual consciousness and may be physical or not, may be from any realm, known or unknown.
  • Human – a Being who is now, or recently was, existing on the planet Earth – you know, a human being.
  • Higher Self – the aspect of oneself that has ever and always will exist.  When we meditate here on Earth, that is who we are connecting to; ideally, we will develop a strong connection with our Higher Self during this experience, but many do not.
  • Soul Mate – a Being with whom another Being or group of Beings (Soul Group) has a strong connection.
  • Eternal Partner – a Being with whom one has an eternal, exclusive bond, i.e., marriage; mated for eternity.
  • Experience Partner – a Being with whom one has a marriage bond for a particular experience; mated for a life-time or portion thereof.
  • Twin Flames – as there seem to be multiple interpretations of this term I will not use it for this post, so as not to confuse the issue.  From what I have read of others’ take on it, it refers to one soul that split into two and incarnate together over and again.  Recently the Dalai Lama met triplets and commented that he had never before met one soul incarnated into three bodies.  Clearly this soul is not going to have a romantic relationship with the other parts of itself; there is a lot yet for us to learn!

Now that we have a common vocabulary to discuss this subject with, let’s begin!  Not the expert on all things metaphysical – who is?  who could possibly be? – I can only share what I have learned from working with my clients over the years.  Remembering that the Universe is infinite, and therefore the realms, planets, types of Beings, and variations in experiences is also infinite, all I know is that love is the basis of everything.  Healthy romantic love, as it creates a sense of well-being and security like no other, is important, yet not mandatory, or even desired by everyone.

It appears that a lot of it depends on how “old” a soul you are.  Older souls have their eternal partner, and no need of any experience partners, which does not mean that all old souls have a partner.  Some souls are born old and will never have had any experience partners, only their one eternal partner.  “Young” souls often have multiple experience partners, growing toward a readiness for an eternal partner.  Again, we run into the time issue, and, again, we’ll let Heaven sort it out.

You can have multiple partners over your (eternal) lifetime.  You can have multiple partners in an individual experience (Earth incarnation, for example).  You can marry the same partner over and again in many individual experiences.  You can marry different partners in various experiences.  You can have an eternal partner, and never need any other.  Your eternal partner may “stay home”, watching over you, while you have an experience (with or without an experience partner), guiding you, loving you, waiting for you to return.  I’ve seen where two experience partners left Earth, and together set it up so that their Earth partners met each other, to assist each other for the rest of the journey, fully expecting to be reunited when they then left Earth.  I’ve seen where an experience partner leaves, and though hoping that the partner still here will return to him, is leaving it entirely up to her, as she has a new experience partner.

Some real-life examples of real-life folks never measure yourself(without using their real-life names) follow.  Note:  there are no set rules; one person or couple’s process is not the standard; there are infinite means of accomplishing growth, both on one’s own and as a couple.

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Jack & Diane – I had the honor of introducing these two to each other in this life.  They have been together many times before, and are in this plane working on living together harmoniously so that, at some point, they will be no longer require any experience partners for either of them and they can graduate to being full-blown eternal partners.  They have been told that, depending on how well they do here, they will have five to seven more experiences before this will happen.  To paraphrase John Mellencamp:  Oh, yeah, life goes on, long after the living on Earth is gone.

Victoria & Albert – Married for many years, Victoria was heart-broken when Albert passed on.  Later, she met John, and while agreeing to become engaged and live together, never married him out of loyalty to Albert.  Thirty years later, he also passed on, and she was again heart-broken, so much so that a friend of hers gifted her a session with me.  In deep despair, Victoria wanted nothing better than to communicate with her partner, John.  As I began contact, the man I met was clearly not John, but Albert.  He shared that, not only had he arranged for her to meet and be with John in his absence, but that he was, in fact, her eternal partner.  Victoria was a bit puzzled, as she had assumed John would be the one she would be with once she left this earthly plane, as he had been her most recent partner.  We decided to check in with John, to see what he had to say.  He was very friendly, but confirmed Albert’s story.  And, while he loved Victoria, and thoroughly enjoyed their time together, his higher self had always known it was a “temporary” arrangement, and that he and she were experience partners.  John then went on his merry way, Albert shared his excitement and plans for when Victoria would meet him, and that was that!

Marie & Pierre – Already an older woman when we met, Marie shared with me a few times her sense of sadness at never having been married.  Part of it had to do with the extermination of much of Europe’s men during WWII, but there was more to it, and she felt she had been rather left out.  I would tell her, “Perhaps you’ll marry in Heaven”, to which she’d reply that it was impossible, people don’t marry in Heaven.  She came to visit me often after she dropped her bones, and on one of our last visits, I saw her with a male companion, with whom she was clearly in a romantic relationship with, and they were a beautiful match.  I am so happy for her!  Whether he is an eternal or experience partner, I have no idea, as I didn’t explore it at the time, but I look forward to meeting him!

Jane & Edward

William & Elizabeth –

We love to love.

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Speaking of Death

12 August 20149

It’s time.  I’ve long had the idea that sharing some of what I understand of the after-life, based on all my wonderful experiences engaging and working with Beings in spirit, might serve to alleviate some of the fear and misconceptions around the subject.  On June 27, an incredible human being walked on to the next life, and I thought, now would be a good time.  Until today, though, I just couldn’t seem to do it.  Today, I know it is time.

Death, that inevitable transition so many of us fear, is in reality a birth.  Similar to – and as inevitable as – transitioning from the womb to Earthly existence, though a babe snuggled comfortably, all needs provided for, not a care in the uterus, might beg to differ.  Yet, attend any funeral, or follow any post about someone’s passing, and that is not the mindset.

We forget what our scriptures and wise-folk have told us:  life-in-spirit is magnificent, beyond our wildest imagination.  It is only our fear of the unknown that causes us dread.  That, and our language (I’ll get back to that).

Let me share what I know of Howard’s transition and new life.  Having battled and recovered multiple times from multiple ailments, Howard and his wife, Renee, had plenty of time to discuss the topic of death, his in particular.  He had fought valiantly, overcome issues that, in anyone else, would have have been the end, and now it was time.  All his children had arrived to be with him, he had his last moments here in body with his wife; time to say good-bye.  He was ready.

Renee asked me to stay the night of the funeral so that we could speak with Howard the next day, after the hubbub had died down.  Renee and I, along with an old family friend, drove up there late morning.  There he was, casually waiting for us by the newly-dug site of his Earthly remains.  Right away I noticed his extreme joy and excitement.  I likened him to a kid in a candy-store, so many beautiful and delicious items on display, he couldn’t decide which he liked best.  He had arrived at his new home as if in a caul, except covering his whole body (he had been given multiple drugs during his hospital stay).  Holy Beings cared for him until he “came to”.  He acknowledged his son and other friends and family who had preceded him, and then hit the candy store.  He told us his first assignment would be one of building spiritual muscle, working alongside others, in unison, plowing the field, so to speak, while praising the Creator.  He was looking forward to the hard work, having enjoyed such challenges in physical life.  Renee asked him whether his funeral had been agreeable to him.  He responded that seeing the lengthy parade of vehicles headed to the cemetery was amazing and powerful (note, this was viewed from above, as he had “borrowed” a blue heron).

Indulge me, please, while I present a brief and woefully inadequate tribute.  Howard is not famous, or rich, or powerful by any worldly standards.  He hasn’t changed the world in any way discernible to most of society.  Yet his funeral was remarkably well-attended, especially considering the rural location.  When I arrived, I had to park two blocks away. When I got into the funeral parlor building, I was already in line, as it reached the door. There were two rooms open for the event, and both were full.  Folks came from as far away as Hawaii to attend.  The funeral procession was so long, I never saw the front of it; even on the straightaways, I only glimpsed the rear of it once or twice.  From my position in line, on a long straight country road, by the time I got close enough to realize we were making a turn, I could see many cars already turning, and no sign of the first one.  Even the sky contributed to the beauty of the day, see the photo below.  Why is that?  For one, his is a presence no one will forget.  He embodies a genuine love of life, fortitude in times of turmoil (“grace under fire” as those who know him will say), a joyfully helping hand, hard worker, lives by his faith and beliefs – and not just on Sundays – all with complete humility.  He touches everyone in a very special way, attested to by the many, many people who came to celebrate his Earthly life.  The large attendance speaks volumes. And, I’m happy to report, it touched Howard’s heart.

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Getting back to our visit…

Many folks saw a deer as we were parking at the cemetery, and assumed the deer was there because of Howard.  What he shared with us the next day is that he was actually talking with that deer – how cool is that?  Throughout our visit that day, Howard was his usual cheery self, full of energy, full of the dickens, full of love.  He hasn’t changed much.

Which brings me back to language.  When a loved one walks on (or drops their bones, as I prefer to call it), so many of us remaining here in the physical realm use past-tense language when speaking of them, as in, “I loved him”, “She was so beautiful”, “He was so funny”.  Notice what they are doing?  They are telling themselves and their listeners that said person, and their relationship to them, no longer exists.  That is not true.  No one ceases to exist, and love certainly never dies.

My suggestion is this:  let’s speak of death in a more truthful way.  Let’s say “I love him”, “She is so beautiful”, “He is so funny”, because speaking this way allows us to inhabit the reality that our loved one is not gone, is still as wonderful and quirky and everything else as when they were in body, and that the only barrier between them and us, is us. While you may not go so far as to actually communicate with them – though many do, which we can discuss another time – your words have the power to change your attitude and your feelings; use them wisely.

Just before this post “went to print”, the news of Robin Williams’ passing came out.  Fox issued the following statement, which I have – humor me, please – edited to be more in line with reality:  “There really are no words to describe the loss of Robin Williams. He was [is] immensely talented, a cherished member of our community, and part of the Fox family. Our hearts go out to his family, friends and fans. He will be deeply missed [, and we look forward to a reunion].”

So say “Adieu” or “Adios”, both of which translate to “Go with God”; say “Auch Wiedersehen”, which translates to “Until we meet again”; say “Good-bye”, which is a blessing, invoking good fortune, or whatever term you prefer.  None of these denote a permanent separation, and all of them declare connection – they are our words, and mean much.

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Interconnected – You, Me, and the Tree

30 June 20140

Lucky me – I have had the bounty of experiencing radical reminders of how interconnected we all are – and by all, I mean;  you, me, Spirit, Nature…IMAG0383

A friend and I went to a forest preserve recently for a hike and metaphysical meanderings.  This isn’t something new for us; we’ve had some very powerful things show up for us on these journeys through the woods. Allowing Source to lead where it would, we found an area that seemed to be calling to us.  Roughly bounded by fallen trees, we both were sick to our stomach as we approached.  Each time one of us considered entering, or said something about it aloud, one of the trees started groaning (branches rubbing together, that eerie sound). That tree was warning us that we were entering sacred territory, and to proceed with reverence.  Once I checked in, was shown where we needed to go to address the situation, and asked permission to pass through this specific area (there was no easy way around), the tree gave a quick groan of acquiescence and through we went without any more comments from the tree. How cool was that?  Not only that it happened, but that we were awake enough to hear, rather than blindly blundering through.

Another wonderful happening was our recent Day of Discovery, at property held by a client of mine who just knew there were ancient spirits on the land and in the house and wanted more information.  There were spirits all over the place – in the house, in the barn, in the yard, in the woods…  When we went to the woods to work, two of the cats and a dog followed us, but the cats held back the whole time, as if they didn’t really like where we were going but wanted to be part of it anyway.  After assisting some settler souls on their way, two of us got separated from the group.  I saw a tree cluster that was calling to me and headed in.  When I got to the center, the spirit of that particular place welcomed me, acknowledged me, and that was pretty much it.  The cool thing is, one of the cats (the black one!) was in there with me – the one place she felt safe!  I’ve suspected for some time that cats have some kind of unique metaphysical gift, and this added evidence to my collection.

One time, during an outdoor labyrinth meditation, whenever I was in a dark place, I would be in literal shadow; whenever I had an awakening Aha! moment, I would be in the sun.  If you know what a labyrinth looks like, and how the traveler must go back and forth, circling in toward the center, you will realize how powerful that was.

In a slave cemetery in Alabama, I was working with a woman who had passed over 100 years ago.  As we worked toward her release, I noticed that a particular tree would begin swaying in the breeze to assist her.  I mentioned that to my companion, who immediately turned into a believer when the tree did in fact start swaying, as the alternative was that I could control the wind!

The more I think of it, the more stories I could come up (localized earthquake, anyone?), but I’ll quit here.

Ooh, ooh – one more!  One of the steps to breaking a 200+ year old curse (long story) was doing a ritual in a forest preserve.  It was December and pretty darn cold.  After I was done, I felt compelled to enter a nearby circle of fallen trees.  I stood there, wondering why, when a tiny little spider dropped down out of her nest with a web so I could see her, and then climbed back up to her nest.  To me, I felt as if she was giving me validation that I had accomplished what I needed to.  She knew why I was there!

I would like to offer to you the suggestion that you, too, can experience these things, can notice our interconnection, if you start paying attention.  Most people, if they notice, attribute them to coincidence.  We know there’s no such thing, right?

 

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Asking for Mercy

19 June 20140

The journey looms, scope unknown, the circuitous path winding away before us leading who-knows-where.  As we plod along the straightaway, we easily become complacent, numb; no need to worry, to push, to work harder.  An approaching curve catches our attention, appearing silently on the horizon, our gut clenching as they gets closer.  Somehow we know for eachthey bring a shift, a change, a loss or gain, however dramatic or insignificant.  We may hold our breath, close our eyes, even slow down, but it is inevitable; we reach the next one.  We are grateful when, having traversed the curve, we see smooth sailing, perhaps of a slightly different hue or fabric than the straightaway now behind us.  When the journey passes alongside wild terrain, filled with hidden, deadly ravines, monsters, terrors, we are so grateful that we are following a path, and not lost in that mess.  We know that stepping off the path, even for a moment, will set off unforeseen consequences, yet we often do it, even if purely out of boredom or as a means of claiming our selves, our individuality.  The longer the dalliance, the more difficult to return.  On the uphill stretches, we long for a respite, for water, a bench, anything to delay the inevitable blood, sweat, and tears required to reach the crest.  At the top, we catch our breath, take in the view, rejoicing in our capacity to climb this high, to where the air is measured in gulps.  Breath caught, we scan the downhill path, assessing our best progress, perhaps vainly attempting to hold off what comes next.  We must continue; however, here we try to slam on the brakes – surely it is dangerous to go this fast.  Is it fear of missing the details, or that we may stumble over an unforeseen stone?

For each, the journey is unique.  The straightaways, the curves, the witnessing, the highs, the lows, are taken at an individual pace, striding along in our personal, private shoes.  One of the points on which our journeys converge is where we feel terror, where the path before us heads to a black pit that looks suspiciously like hell.  Our mind revolts at the mere glimpse of what it is going to take to get us through; we imagine it is not possible.  Yet we are propelled forward, our minds shrieking “Stop!” but we cannot.  Logic tells us, if it cannot be done alone, yet must be done, we need help.  Then we are on common ground, then we ask for assistance – calling on the Divine, the Gods, the Fates – we are on common ground when we ask for mercy.

(written 7/25/11 for Fox Valley Writers Group)

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Turn Your Chair Around: Becoming More Self-Aware

11 June 20140

Life is a challenge, no?  Lessons upon lessons.  Situations that bring self-growth.
Situations that make our heads spin. Sometimes the lesson is obvious, other times not so much.  Often the lesson to learn is relatively simple, yet complex in that the shift eludes us.  In all scenarios, however, Source has our back, and finds creative ways of manifesting situations in our lives to nudge us in the right direction.

Case in point:  in 2010, a friend and I were doing “swaps”.  She would work on me and, in turn, I would work on her.  (I gotta insert a plug for bartering here, such a magnificent model:  win/win!)  Picture the setup, as it is so relevant.  I am sitting on her couch, she is sitting on a dining room-type chair, facing me, pen and paper in hand.  As I focus in on what healing we are to do for her this session, I am drawn to an area across the space, behind her, and so get up and walk over there. Standing there, I understand that this is where I am to work from, and am kinda’ thrilled as there was a rug in this area and my bare feet were chilly.  Stay with me:  now I am facing her back.  I convey to her that I will be staying put and she is rather nonplussed and suggests that we move the whole darn rug over to the couch area.  By this time, I realize what is going on and replied, softly,
“Or, you could turn your chair around.”
She immediately laughed at the absurdity of her request.

What a great lesson, so beautifully and literally stated!  Most of us tend to want everything, everyone, else, to adjust to suit us rather than making a shift ourselves.  Becoming more self-aware often is as simple as turning one’s chair around.

Think of the possibilities next time you are experiencing conflict.

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12/21/12: By golly, I think I’ve got it!

21 December 20120

Light vs DarkTo say I’ve finally figured it out would be waaay overstating the case; in reality, my Guides got the info through, no thanks to my thick skull. The timing, as always, was perfect. Mid-2011, hanging with an ancient Soul who happened to be in a chatty mood, I tried to get the low-down on what was going to happen on 12/21/12, but no dice; I would have to wait same as everyone else. Therefore, not “getting it” until this morning makes total sense to me.

The last 2 weeks or so I have been woken up around 3:00 a.m.  For those of you in the woo-woo world, you know this is the time when, on a daily basis, the veil between our world and the next is the thinnest, and many folks get woken at that time by soul(s) on the other side trying to make contact.  As my Guides manage to get through to me regardless of the hour, that 3:00 a.m. thing rarely affected me.  You can imagine my aggravation and frustration and slight fear (was I losing my Gift?) at being woken up. Turns out that was a prelude…

Let me share with you a text I sent out to a few folks at 4:18 this morning (aren’t you glad you weren’t one of them?):  “If you’re not awake you need to be.  Sorry about the hour, but the other realms don’t have “politically correct” clocks.  Some of you will remember that several months ago They told me the lines were drawn, a battle is coming.  That time is now, right now.  The Watchers & Guardians all over the planet are at high alert.  Start praying & don’t stop. All day just have a prayerful attitude.  Prayerful energy will give extra force to ‘our’ side.”

Back in August, They showed me the forces lining up, battle lines drawn – the Light vs. the Dark.  At that time, I was like, “Crap, what do you want me to do?”  They said not to worry, They were just letting me know.  Dense me (remember I mentioned I have a thick skull?) didn’t even think about associating it with the whole 12/21/12 thing and went on my merry way.  Back to this morning:  “WAKE UP!!!”  I was so happy and warm and ASLEEP snuggled in my bed I really didn’t want to, but…  First thing I noticed was that everyone was on high alert, I mean really viligant – all over the planet – now They had my attention!  Back to the thin veil thing – apparently this whole planetary alignment/consciousness shift was going to make the veil REALLY thin and the Dark Forces wanted to use this to their advantage, and the Light Forces were going to prevent that happening.  Battle lines drawn.

(Side note:  some of you will have noticed things lately in the third dimension you would normally only see with the 4th and higher; body, mind, & emotional fluxes…  As the sun and planets are moving toward this alignment, the veil became thinner; by the same token, the veil will begin to thicken again as they move apart.  To what extent today’s events were a game-changer, we will have to wait and see.)

What would actually happen if the Dark Forces got through?  I don’t know.  I do know, however, that they are determined.  Last year, after I had closed a portal I had opened up for temporary use by certain souls, the dark side tried to trick me into opening it back up. Really, I don’t know what they would have used it for, but whatever it was, I wanted no part of it and refused.  BTW, the whole time they were pestering me, I had prayers running in my head for protection – and came out of it safe (we’re talking a large group). What is interesting here is that, while cultures of the past, knowing a thin veil has inherent risks would understand that precautions were necessary; today, we “civilized” folks don’t – what danger can there be from some dark force no one believes in, relegating the tales to fantasy land along with so much other passed-down knowledge?

Anyway, there was a battle, it was this morning, though I’m sure there were skirmishes leading up to as well as ongoing here and there.  I use the term “battle” for lack of a better word.  How does one explain meta-physical things in physical terms?  Spirits don’t have actual blood and guts so how does that work?  Again, dunno, satisfied to find out when I get there.

You can choose to believe me or not.  Makes no difference to me.  Many things have happened in the past few hours that validate this, but if you don’t believe what I’ve said already, you REALLY won’t believe those!  There has been a lot of speculation, wild predictions, etc.,and we each have to look inside to what is true for us.  In no way am I claiming that I have the complete, total, answer; this is likely just a piece of something much greater.  Bottom line is, today was a highly crucial day in the ongoing conflict between light and dark.  We must all continue to strive for light in all arenas of our lives.

All I’m asking is that you stay in prayer mode, or start to be, if for no other reason than this planet – the whole blessed thing – and all the life-forms on it, is in some serious need of assistance.

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