Here is the page where I talk about the Spirit World and how it is a part of my life. So many people are curious about how I can tolerate it. All I can say is- it is a part of me. If you had brown eyes, it would be like me asking you what it felt like to have brown eyes.
On this page I will try to tell you of some of my experiences. But how do you explain the unexplainable? I will try to keep everyone anonymous as best as I can, but if you know me you are bound to know some of the people in my life. I will change some things (like names) to keep privacy, but don’t worry I won’t change the facts of the supernatural.
I’ve been told over and over to write a book on my dealings with the Spirit World. So with the internet, this makes it easy! It is a work in progress!! Some of my experiences are in the testimonies page, so I won’t repeat them here!
What Do You Do?
I cannot explain it. I have always had the ability to be “hooked up” to the Spirit World. Many people don’t want to believe the air around us and the “other world” is full of unseen activity! I grew up Christian and tried with all my might to stop the interactions with spirit, because “mainstream Christianity” has no place for people like me. I’ve been prayed on, prayed over, prayed to, prayed about, “exorcised”, you name it! After decades of doubting myself I finally came to the realization that there is so much more that we are not aware of and we cannot put God in our little human boxes. It actually makes me laugh now to think about it! The Angels I have seen and a bit of the Glory of the Other Side... we have NO idea! Now I am honored and humbled to have this ability.
So what do I actually do? I think basically I have to ability, just by being around a person- to connect them with their Soul. Nothing has to be said or done. It just radiates. People are able to soak up the information effortlessly. What does that mean? It can cause them to act, change, or react just by being in my presence. I have a built-in experience of what others only conjecture about, and they take it with them to work in their own lives. It is nothing I have accomplished or labored for. I was born with the ability, this information. Others will go to great lengths to experience it. I have had Spiritual Warfare with a couple of powerful people who recognized and wanted to misuse this energy.
Dead People As A Child
No, I am not afraid of deceased persons now.. But yea, childhood is a trip when Spirits are messing with you! My parents had no guidebook to deal with it or to teach me how to protect myself. So I learned to block it the best I could. And yes, there truly is good and evil out there!
I don’t want to scare people, but we do need to protect ourselves. If you think about it, we protect ourselves from the physical everyday! We lock our doors, wear safety belts, use protective gear riding bikes, etc. If we protect our physical selves, why not our spiritual selves! Not everyone is “open” to this extent of spiritual energy, but if you are you must specifically ask for protection. When children have this ability they are like lighthouses or a porch light to the unseen! Everyone can see them! The child can even be in a crowded room and that “porch light” will shine to the unseen!
Mostly as a child I “felt” the spirit world. As I’ve gotten older I can “see” and “hear” them too. I had Angels visit me as a little girl, and not so nice entities. I dreaded sleeping as that was a really “busy” time for them. Needless to say I had many “nightmares”. I’m sure it drove my parents crazy.
The Angel
The most beautiful thing I remember as a little girl is a visit from an Angel. I was sitting on my bedroom floor one day looking at a little Bible I used to have. I loved looking at the ethereal pictures.. I heard clear as day, “One day you will work with your hands.” That was it. She was gone. I still don’t think I’ve totally grown into that healing directive, but I do love to put my hands on people if it is the right situation. Yet at the same time, I guard my hands as they are so sensitive! I can feel everything! I tend to curl my fingers in around my palms to protect them, and I will pick things up with the tip of my index finger and thumb to avoid absorbing the vibrations of the item! And I will rush to wash my hands after touching some people as I do absorb them. I have had people say to me over and over when I’ve touched them, “I can “feel something” coming from your hands!”
"Blow Out The Candles!" "Is The House On Fire?!"
One day I was at home running on the treadmill, happily listening to music. I like to get up early to workout before the sun rises. It is a wonderful peaceful time of day- the Spirit World is very close then. I don’t like to turn on lights when it is dark because it is very unnatural. Our bodies don’t like artificial light. But I need to see while running. :) So I would light about 5 or more tealights.
So I’m blissfully running along and very loudly I hear a voice with much urgency, “BLOW OUT THE CANDLES!” I about tripped on the treadmill, it scared me! I’m trying to look around quickly thinking, “Why? Is the house on fire?!” No, I see no fire. I hear again, “Blow out the candles!” By now I have figured out it is my Guides giving me a message, so I say, “Why? Is a fire going to start? The candles are fine.” So I tell myself this is very nice that they are trying to protect me.. I thank them and vow to be careful with the candles. But no, they aren’t giving up. “BLOW OUT THE CANDLES!”, I hear again. By now I think I better do what they say, so I blow out the candles.. wondering what that was all about. So I ask them, “What am I supposed to do? You know I like to light candles for light. I need to see to run.” I hear, “Beeswax”. I say, “What?! What the heck does beeswax have to do with candles?” They repeated again, “Beeswax”. I said, “Huh?”
Still I’m not getting it. I had no idea there were beeswax candles! I knew they used them way back in the pioneer days before “better” candle material was made (I had no idea what modern candle material was, I just figured that was all there was. Never questioned it)
"You Are Rearranging My Insides!"
This is an article I wrote for Harmony Farm about my StepMother who was dying in Hospice and her experience with my work.
What Will Massage Do For You? A Dying Woman’s Experience
Those of you reading this may already know the wonderful effects of bodywork- that it works on so many levels, and is difficult to explain all the benefits. I thought it would be enlightening to share my experience in working with someone who knew nothing about bodywork- nor cared about it, and how they responded.
My stepmother Dorothy, who was 86 years old, lay dying from cervical cancer in a Hospice facility in Florida. Just eight months before, this awesome vibrant woman was doing Boot-camp workouts! Five days a week, the first thing she did was go to the YMCA to work out. She looked maybe 60! Even on the day she was scheduled to go to the doctor’s office to get the results of her tests, my Dad said she got out of bed and did some sit ups since she didn’t have time to work-out! When she was in her 20’s she was diagnosed with asthma, but instead of taking medicine she decided that exercise would be her medicine. And it certainly served her well! She kept her asthma in control without pills.
My Dad called and said that Dorothy wanted to see me before she passed. So I took a week off work and flew to Florida. Having worked with Hospice patients I knew what to expect, but it was still shocking to see her as a thin frail woman, all her bones prominent, not eating and barely able to move herself. I told Dorothy and my Dad that the next six days were all hers and I would be at her side the whole time, except when I went to the house in the evening to sleep, allowing my Dad to get some much needed rest.
I was sitting with Dorothy and she asked if I would hold her hand. I settled in next to her and took her hand and she said, “Your hands feel so warm!” I explained that it was the Reiki energy, God’s energy, and sometimes it can feel cool too, it is all part of the work I do. She asked if I could feel it in my hands and I told her no. She said, “I don’t know what that is, but I like it!”
Then my Spirit Guides told me to go to her feet. I asked Dorothy if it would be all right if I put my hands on her feet and she said that was fine. She was in a recliner, so I pulled my chair to her feet. She had socks on and a warm blanket. I put my hands on top of them. Within a few seconds she exclaimed, “What are you doing to me?!” Her thin weak voice was suddenly very loud and strong. I said calmly, “Nothing. My hands are just lying on your feet.” She said, “I can feel something coming out of your hands! It is like electricity! It is going up my legs, in my spine, and all the way through the top of my head!” I just smiled, as I was in a meditative relaxed state, knowing I was not doing the work, the Universal energy was doing it all. I thought of the chakras, how they were being activated in her, but said nothing. So much was happening on the etheric level that we can’t even imagine! Dorothy was a very conservative mainstream Christian, and the esoteric had no place in her life. She was fairly shouting as she exclaimed again, “What ARE you doing to me?! What IS this?! She looked down at her abdomen and said excitedly, “You are making stuff MOVE around! Like my insides are being rearranged! I can feel it! It feels good!” In my heart I was grateful, but I also “knew” that this wasn’t a healing in the sense that she would be well. I knew she was dying and this was a special gift to her, a gift to allow her a few days to prepare for her final days. She said, “I can’t wait till your Father gets back and I can tell him! You are making me feel so good!” Then she said, “This has made me feel well enough to sleep. I am going to nap, but don’t take your hands away!”
Thus started the next six days of her turn around, going almost instantly from being totally bedridden, unable to turn herself or eat, to getting out of bed and wanting to shower and go outside! She began asking for and eating a great deal of food. All the while she wanted my hands on her. The staff would come in and stop suddenly- they could feel something in the air. They would comment, “Something very special is going on here.” “You are a healer aren’t you?” “Is this the work you do?” A lady who played the harp for patients came in and said, “I have been doing this for years, and I have never felt such a spiritual calmness before. I don’t want to leave this room!” Even her doctor came in and said, “I don’t know what you are doing, but this is amazing!” I barely moved or spoke for the six days, nothing needed to be said, I was on another plane. I could feel energy being radiated out to Dorothy. It was such an honor to be a part of what was happening.
She improved so much that Hospice told Dorothy she had to be discharged from their care. The doctor and I discussed that this was probably that period that some terminally patients have where they are fine for a few days and then pass quickly.
Dorothy was glad that she would be able to die in her own house. Dad and I prepared the hospital bed for her and bought her a beautiful pink fluffy blanket, her favorite color. We added fresh alstroemeria flowers that she always had in the house and I put them in her favorite vase on the table where she could enjoy from her bed.
My Dad was so grateful for the time he had when Dorothy rallied back. I didn’t want to leave, but knew I had to get back to work. I also knew she would go downhill when I left, it was her time. God had truly given Dorothy and Dad a gift. Their love for the past ten years was beautiful to watch. They were love birds, both having lost spouses, they knew the value of cherishing the person you are with. Even at home if Dad walked by Dorothy in the house, he always reached out and touched her…she passed within two weeks of being home.
I tell you this story not to say your massage experience will be the same, but to show you how powerful and healing touch can be. It may not heal you in the way you want, but you WILL experience healing on some level.
Oh, by the way… the pink blanket… my Dad brought it to me from Florida, wrapped in a beautiful bow along with a stunning necklace they had made from her wedding rings… three diamonds together. They had both planned it before she passed. I treasure the love and thoughtfulness along with the fresh alstroemeria I now have on my own table every week. I think Dorothy would like that.
