I have been having a really hard time at work. I work on a sales floor. I have been at this job for almost 8 months. It is an up and coming Web Site Development company. I sell web sites to small businesses.
I have many issues. I have always made my sales goals and I never missed work.
The company had rented an old bowling alley with no windows. We all sit shoulder to shoulder with 25 plus people. You cannot hear yourself talk or for that matter think.
My boss is a micro manager. He started as a designer with this company. He walks back and forth yelling for everyone to get things going. He is a descent person but he is NOT a people person. He is not afraid to let us know multiple times a day that our jobs are on the line. He's mean. He rules his sales floor in fear. But the owners are worst. They rant and rave, screaming and name calling. They behave like little children. They have been become very greedy. They never let the floor see this, but that is how they treated by boss. I sat close to his desk and I could hear the yelling when they called him.
I started out as a daily goal of $500. If you hit your goal you would receive commission. Well that number has climbed; it is now $850 a day. They kept telling us that it is because of the economy. I saw their numbers from year to year and their numbers are not down. The economy has not hurt their business it has made it better. These giants of industry also cut our hourly and the percent of commission that they pay. Stating, this way they would not have to lay anyone off. WHY? The numbers are better than previous years. This makes no sense. The owners sat the entire company down and in the very fake demeanor told us of the pay cuts, like there was nothing else they could do. Bull Crap. I do not buy that pack of lies. They just wanted more money. We all get pay cuts and cannot support our families and the owner pulls up in a new Harley. I am not buying it.
So between a mean boss, and a pay cut, I also have to deal with a clientele that is very unprofessional and throws temper tantrums. I felt abuse by my boss, fellow employees, owners and clients.
On my way to work I did my usual mediation in the morning. I prayed that the Universe put me on the right financial path. Usually I pray for people that need additions to their web site and have money to be brought to me. I pray that I can do what I need to do, to make money to pay my bills for my family. Why oh why I changed my prayer I could not tell you.
So that very day I had one abusive call after another. My boss was yelling and threatening to fire us all and rehire a new floor. I just received my first paycheck with the pay cut. It was about $700 dollars short. I do not about you, but that is a lot of money for me and my family to loss. I ran into the bathroom sobbing - uncontrollably sobbing. I was shaking so hard I could hardly stand up. I was sure that I was close to having a nervous breakdown. I just could not take one more minute. I stayed in there for probably for an hour before I could leave.
I have been at jobs before, where I would get mad enough to walk out, or have a fit, but I have never been this shaken by a job. I knew something had to change. I knew that I was being told that it is time to leave. That night I posted my resume, I had an interview that next day and by Monday I was called to start a new position on Wednesday. As I mentioned the economy is bad. I have friends that have been out of work for over 8 months and others that are taking jobs that are horrible to make ends meet.
All I have to say. Always ask your angels to help and guide you. Just know, they will and sometimes it is rough. What a week.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
New time and place: I always tell myself that things happen for a reason - I just wished that I knew what that reason was.
Over this last week I have had a medical scare, my youngest had a great devastating lost, my job is hanging on by thread, I almost had a nervous breakdown and My middle boy left with the Military overseas. I think there should be a limit to which one should be subjected to. I have had a very hard week. All I can say is thank you for the powers that be and an emergency fund.
When I was younger I began attending the Mormon Church. One of the principals that I was taught was about the priesthood. Only men can hold the priesthood. Only a priesthood holder can perform a blessing. So when someone is sick or afflicted they can ask for a blessing to cast out, be healed, be baptized, and so on. I cannot begin to tell you how much I disagree with this philosophy. The day that someone tells me, my very salvation can be given by a man, and only by a man in the Mormon Church with the priesthood. HUGE red flag. I am a firm believer in prayer and blessings. I just believe that men are not the only worthy ones.
My sister and I have never been close. As a matter of fact my parents played us against each other. So there have been many times that we have hated one another. I mean really hated each other.
My sister was in her early teen years. We have just moved into a new house and new neighborhood. She always had a hard time making friends. But this time seemed to be a little harder than usual. I had noticed that her aura had changed, it had diminished. I started to hear and feel dark energy around her. So I watched and noticed the different changes occurring. She would disappear in the afternoon. One time I followed her home. She went into an old abandoned house. It was a few blocks from where we lived and on the walk home from school. It was very old and very scary. I was to frightened to go in. So I sat across the street and waited. It had a really bad feeling to it. After about three hours she came out and headed home. I caught up with her in our room that we shared with two other siblings.
We each slept on a twin bed and we faced head to head. She was very obviously upset. I asked her what was going on. He began to tell me about Sarah. Sarah is a dark spirit that has been torturing her for a while. Sarah would not let her sleep. My sister had not slept in weeks. She said that she could not get her out of her head. That she wished she could die. Being only 15 months older than her, I did not know what to do. So it continued for a couple of months longer. I was getting very concerned that my sister was getting close to suicide. The energy was so dark and so heavy around her. I said many prayers begging for help and inspiration. I was discouraged that the only message that I received was "Just Wait". Tell and 13 year old to just wait.
As time ticked by, our home life got worst and worst. We (the children from the 1st marriage) no longer existed except for babysitting and chores. I kept asking my mom and my step dad for help. I was told that I was over reacting. That if she needed a blessing she would ask for one. I begged and begged and they would not hear or noticed how bad off she had became. She was nowhere near her usual self. I was scared. So I just waited.
One night things got really bad. The dark energy in our room was very heavy. It was hard to breath. The younger children were asleep. My sister began to whimper and cry. I knew this was the time that I have been waiting for. She cried out Sarah, Sarah. Leave me alone! She tossed back and forth in her bed as if someone was beating her. I began to see many dark spirits and hearing voices. It was a mad confusion of LOST. Great loss, they were trying to take my little sister with them. You could hear the moans of the dark energies. Some kind of vortex started with a suffocating breeze sucking all of the air out of the room. The room was stagnant. My sister began begging for help. She sobbed and sobbed. I ran into my moms and step dad’s room begging for him the come and give her a blessing. He sent me away and told me that it could wait until morning. I screamed that it couldn't, they are going to take her. He rolled over and went back to sleep.
I prayed, Please Jesus and Heavenly Father help me help my sister. The words flowed into my head. "IN THE NAME OF THE Father and the SON AND THE HOLY GHOST I cast ye out, no evil is allowed here"! I screamed it three times. With a very powerful wind the room was cleared. It was silent. I was then told to lay my hands on my sister’s head and give her a blessing using the God and Goddess. I then laid my hands on my sister’s head and gave her a blessing. I blessed her with a good sleep and peace of mind. I blessed her with protection against dark energy. I told her that I loved her and she went to sleep. She slept for a very long time. The next morning no one remember anything except for me and my sister. At that she only remembers very small parts of that night.
That is when I realized my own power as a spiritual being. Later on my sister would mention that Sarah was trying to make contact again. We would just banish her away.
Months down the road, my mother received some photos of her family. My sister and I were looking through them, when my sister came across one - she looked up with surprise and said this is Sarah. I asked "The Sarah that was haunting you?" She said "Yes". We flipped the photo over and on the back – there was written the name Sarah. That was really freaky.
My mother asked around and found out that Sarah was a very unhappy angry person in life. She carried her anger to the other side. Apparently she was not able to let go. For some reason she was connected to my sister. Would you believe it?
This is truly one of the scariest nights of my life. To this day, this story makes me shake.
My sister still talks of Sarah. Although she tries to bring light energy to her and her family the dark seems to be attracted to her. It is true; you will attract the energy that you put out there. She tries very hard to focus on the positive.
We are now very close. Good night all.
Over this last week I have had a medical scare, my youngest had a great devastating lost, my job is hanging on by thread, I almost had a nervous breakdown and My middle boy left with the Military overseas. I think there should be a limit to which one should be subjected to. I have had a very hard week. All I can say is thank you for the powers that be and an emergency fund.
When I was younger I began attending the Mormon Church. One of the principals that I was taught was about the priesthood. Only men can hold the priesthood. Only a priesthood holder can perform a blessing. So when someone is sick or afflicted they can ask for a blessing to cast out, be healed, be baptized, and so on. I cannot begin to tell you how much I disagree with this philosophy. The day that someone tells me, my very salvation can be given by a man, and only by a man in the Mormon Church with the priesthood. HUGE red flag. I am a firm believer in prayer and blessings. I just believe that men are not the only worthy ones.
My sister and I have never been close. As a matter of fact my parents played us against each other. So there have been many times that we have hated one another. I mean really hated each other.
My sister was in her early teen years. We have just moved into a new house and new neighborhood. She always had a hard time making friends. But this time seemed to be a little harder than usual. I had noticed that her aura had changed, it had diminished. I started to hear and feel dark energy around her. So I watched and noticed the different changes occurring. She would disappear in the afternoon. One time I followed her home. She went into an old abandoned house. It was a few blocks from where we lived and on the walk home from school. It was very old and very scary. I was to frightened to go in. So I sat across the street and waited. It had a really bad feeling to it. After about three hours she came out and headed home. I caught up with her in our room that we shared with two other siblings.
We each slept on a twin bed and we faced head to head. She was very obviously upset. I asked her what was going on. He began to tell me about Sarah. Sarah is a dark spirit that has been torturing her for a while. Sarah would not let her sleep. My sister had not slept in weeks. She said that she could not get her out of her head. That she wished she could die. Being only 15 months older than her, I did not know what to do. So it continued for a couple of months longer. I was getting very concerned that my sister was getting close to suicide. The energy was so dark and so heavy around her. I said many prayers begging for help and inspiration. I was discouraged that the only message that I received was "Just Wait". Tell and 13 year old to just wait.
As time ticked by, our home life got worst and worst. We (the children from the 1st marriage) no longer existed except for babysitting and chores. I kept asking my mom and my step dad for help. I was told that I was over reacting. That if she needed a blessing she would ask for one. I begged and begged and they would not hear or noticed how bad off she had became. She was nowhere near her usual self. I was scared. So I just waited.
One night things got really bad. The dark energy in our room was very heavy. It was hard to breath. The younger children were asleep. My sister began to whimper and cry. I knew this was the time that I have been waiting for. She cried out Sarah, Sarah. Leave me alone! She tossed back and forth in her bed as if someone was beating her. I began to see many dark spirits and hearing voices. It was a mad confusion of LOST. Great loss, they were trying to take my little sister with them. You could hear the moans of the dark energies. Some kind of vortex started with a suffocating breeze sucking all of the air out of the room. The room was stagnant. My sister began begging for help. She sobbed and sobbed. I ran into my moms and step dad’s room begging for him the come and give her a blessing. He sent me away and told me that it could wait until morning. I screamed that it couldn't, they are going to take her. He rolled over and went back to sleep.
I prayed, Please Jesus and Heavenly Father help me help my sister. The words flowed into my head. "IN THE NAME OF THE Father and the SON AND THE HOLY GHOST I cast ye out, no evil is allowed here"! I screamed it three times. With a very powerful wind the room was cleared. It was silent. I was then told to lay my hands on my sister’s head and give her a blessing using the God and Goddess. I then laid my hands on my sister’s head and gave her a blessing. I blessed her with a good sleep and peace of mind. I blessed her with protection against dark energy. I told her that I loved her and she went to sleep. She slept for a very long time. The next morning no one remember anything except for me and my sister. At that she only remembers very small parts of that night.
That is when I realized my own power as a spiritual being. Later on my sister would mention that Sarah was trying to make contact again. We would just banish her away.
Months down the road, my mother received some photos of her family. My sister and I were looking through them, when my sister came across one - she looked up with surprise and said this is Sarah. I asked "The Sarah that was haunting you?" She said "Yes". We flipped the photo over and on the back – there was written the name Sarah. That was really freaky.
My mother asked around and found out that Sarah was a very unhappy angry person in life. She carried her anger to the other side. Apparently she was not able to let go. For some reason she was connected to my sister. Would you believe it?
This is truly one of the scariest nights of my life. To this day, this story makes me shake.
My sister still talks of Sarah. Although she tries to bring light energy to her and her family the dark seems to be attracted to her. It is true; you will attract the energy that you put out there. She tries very hard to focus on the positive.
We are now very close. Good night all.
Friday, August 21, 2009
When I was young, I lived in Texas. We had a huge backyard. We enjoyed a creek and a forest. Wild life like you could not believe. I thought that I lived in a magically place.
I remember when my sister was born. My mother was very sick and had to stay in the hospital for a few weeks. By the time that she was released, she was still very weak and sickly. The doctor insisted that my dad hire people to help. Someone to clean the house take care of the baby, the cooking, and iron my dad's dress work shirts, etc.
During this same period of time in the Dallas area, young girls were disappearing. They were showing up in the next day or 2 tortured and dead. If memory serves me well, they ranged from ages 7 to 14.
On the nightly news I would hear "young girl walking home from neighbors house disappears, next day shows up tortured and ran over by car several times". The murderer killed his victims with his car once he had completed his torture of their small bodies.
I was 7 years old. Once a week we ran my dad's shirts over to an elderly woman's house to have them ironed.
Me and my 2 little sisters sat in the car. Windows rolled down. Light breeze was blowing through the car. It is early afternoon. I watched my mother talking to the woman about how much better she is feeling and this would be our last time to bring over laundry.
The woman lived in a humble home. You could tell that she was just trying to make ends meet. She had a son. He lived with her that was in his early 20's. I had seen him around a couple of times.
This time was different very different. I had a really bad feeling and the Angels were screaming for me to lock everything up. On this nice warm summer day, I rolled up the windows and locked the doors of the car.
Soon the son appeared; he was walking very quick and taking large strides. It was as though he did not know that we were there. He walked by, all of a sudden stopped dead in his tracks. He looked down into the car. Carefully analyzing what he was seeing in front of him. He glared in at us. He looked back at his mother talking to my mom. He was searching as he carefully walked around the car very slowly. I sat there, as still as I could. I stared into his eyes, not once did I move eye contact with him. He moved slowly past the car. It seemed to take an eternity. His very presence my me sick. I knew that I or my little sisters were the next potential victim. There was no doubt in my mind. He finally left. He speed off in his car.
I honked the horn to rush my mother along. I did not unlock the doors until she was right there. I grabbed her and pulled her into the car as quickly as I possibly could. Then I climbed over her to lock the door. I told my mother the story and she did not think to much of it. I asked her "would if this is the guy that is killing all of those girls"? There was only silence as we drove home.
The very next day another young girl turned up dead. This time they caught the predator. Would you believe who appeared on the news? That's right, the creepy son of the elderly woman.
I was very young but I completely understood what he was thinking. I knew that he was on the hunt and me and my sisters were in grave danger. This animal was one of the black auras that I have seen and witness. He was a dark soul.
I was only 7, but I will never, let me say that again, NEVER forget what I felt and witnessed. I am very grateful for my guardian angels and have the gift of intuition that has protected me and my family. for the black ones. I have only seen 3 totally black auras in my life. I hope that I never see another one.
I remember when my sister was born. My mother was very sick and had to stay in the hospital for a few weeks. By the time that she was released, she was still very weak and sickly. The doctor insisted that my dad hire people to help. Someone to clean the house take care of the baby, the cooking, and iron my dad's dress work shirts, etc.
During this same period of time in the Dallas area, young girls were disappearing. They were showing up in the next day or 2 tortured and dead. If memory serves me well, they ranged from ages 7 to 14.
On the nightly news I would hear "young girl walking home from neighbors house disappears, next day shows up tortured and ran over by car several times". The murderer killed his victims with his car once he had completed his torture of their small bodies.
I was 7 years old. Once a week we ran my dad's shirts over to an elderly woman's house to have them ironed.
Me and my 2 little sisters sat in the car. Windows rolled down. Light breeze was blowing through the car. It is early afternoon. I watched my mother talking to the woman about how much better she is feeling and this would be our last time to bring over laundry.
The woman lived in a humble home. You could tell that she was just trying to make ends meet. She had a son. He lived with her that was in his early 20's. I had seen him around a couple of times.
This time was different very different. I had a really bad feeling and the Angels were screaming for me to lock everything up. On this nice warm summer day, I rolled up the windows and locked the doors of the car.
Soon the son appeared; he was walking very quick and taking large strides. It was as though he did not know that we were there. He walked by, all of a sudden stopped dead in his tracks. He looked down into the car. Carefully analyzing what he was seeing in front of him. He glared in at us. He looked back at his mother talking to my mom. He was searching as he carefully walked around the car very slowly. I sat there, as still as I could. I stared into his eyes, not once did I move eye contact with him. He moved slowly past the car. It seemed to take an eternity. His very presence my me sick. I knew that I or my little sisters were the next potential victim. There was no doubt in my mind. He finally left. He speed off in his car.
I honked the horn to rush my mother along. I did not unlock the doors until she was right there. I grabbed her and pulled her into the car as quickly as I possibly could. Then I climbed over her to lock the door. I told my mother the story and she did not think to much of it. I asked her "would if this is the guy that is killing all of those girls"? There was only silence as we drove home.
The very next day another young girl turned up dead. This time they caught the predator. Would you believe who appeared on the news? That's right, the creepy son of the elderly woman.
I was very young but I completely understood what he was thinking. I knew that he was on the hunt and me and my sisters were in grave danger. This animal was one of the black auras that I have seen and witness. He was a dark soul.
I was only 7, but I will never, let me say that again, NEVER forget what I felt and witnessed. I am very grateful for my guardian angels and have the gift of intuition that has protected me and my family. for the black ones. I have only seen 3 totally black auras in my life. I hope that I never see another one.
Monday, August 17, 2009
I want to comment on what this blog is to me.
This is about me, who was Mormon - and a psychic - in a Mormon state.
I constantly was told that I was evil, and that if I need this much help I was in real trouble. Your gifts are from the devil, you are crazy, and my favorite you are a "Monster". I have always been made to feel ashamed of myself and the gifts I was given. My own family treated me like "the" outcast. You know when you read books on abuse, or watch TV documentaries on abusive relationships - the abuser always picks one. It took me 45years to realize I was that one. I was the one that was abused. I have tried for years to get their acceptance. They hate me. They do not want me around. I was never allowed to be my true self. I have walked away from my family with a few exceptions. I have never told them, someday I will.
This blog is for the healing of my spirit, and my heart. This is how I can come to grips with being psychic, and not being ashamed of who I am.
This is much harder than I ever thought it would be. I hear myself tell the stories of my childhood, but it is not the same as seeing it in print. I will find myself. I will find where I belong. I did not ask for these wonderful gifts. But they are mine. I am now ready to move on. Please stay with me on my journey of discovery.
I have always been guided. Many who know me know that I have always credited the angels for raising me. Many times I would be in the depths of despair and my angels always rescued me.
I lived my life up until age 32 before I found out that the rest of the world did not talk to angels on a daily bases, that seeing auras was not something a majority of humans would have the privilege of seeing.
This came to light through a dear friend at work (Jan). Things at our job were not going well and rumors of lay-offs would be pending. I looked at my friend. I told her that her "Glowing" had diminished. Glowing is what I called the auras. Jan asked me "what I was talking about"? I explained the energy from her body creates a glowing and I noticed that hers was not glowing as bright today. Jan turned to me and ask "do you see auras"? I said "No, only crazy people see auras". That's what I really thought, it didn't click in my head that they were the same thing. The next day she brought me a book. Needless to say I was a little surprised. She also told me that not everyone sees them. So I asked "What about Angels". WOW, who would have thought that wasn't normal either. I guess at this point I did feel a little special, but mostly scared that someone would find out, ant that I would be alienated like I was when I was as a child.
Jan was a good friend and she did not betray my trust.
Now days, I just keep my opinion to myself unless asked.
It is truly a glorious world and everything glows. All life has energy and a spirit. The aura is one way to see how someone is feeling at that time. I have been working with a Yogi this last year. I have learned why and how to control what I see and feel. People can sense when you are looking at their aura. You see into their soul. Their soul feels the intrusion. So now I have worked very hard not to invade their privacy. It was so immediate for me, and so natural. I never gave it much thought. Now I only look when they ask. Again, the law of free agency has to be obeyed. I am learning as I go, I guess like everyone else.
The whole aura thing brings up another story. I was attending a church event. Yes, a Mormon event. I believe I was right around 14 years old. My young women's class went to a play at the Salt Palace in Salt Lake City. The play, I do not remember the name, but it was about the Book of Mormon and the Neophite’s. My class and I were walking in, when we heard that the prophet of the church would be attending.
This is a really big deal.
At the time the Prophet was Spencer W. Kimball. Now this man, this leader of this ever growing church was a very good man. As soon as he walked in with his entourage his aura consumed the entire building. It was amazing. I have never seen such an aura. This great leader of this church walked right over to me an introduced himself. Everyone stood with their mouths open, including me.
You will soon learn in later blogs that for some reason, I have met church leaders from all sorts of religious affiliations. Pope John Paul, the Dali Lama, Mormon church leaders from Harold B. Lee all the way to Thomas S. Monson. If you are counting that is 6 prophets of the Mormon church. There have been others, I just can't remember who they were and their affiliation.
It is weird, they seem to find me in a crowd. Who knows why and what does it matter. We are all in this together. Making our little corner of the world a better place to be.
Just as there is light energy, you have to have the dark. The balance of the universe.
One evening my husband and I were driving in the foot hills of American Fork Canyon. Time had escaped us and it became dark. We started to head back down the mountain when we came across of a group of kids. These kids were with a much older man. His aura was very dark and very big. You could see the darkness of his soul, it was darker than the night. It glowed dark! To be in his presence made me physically ill. He was not a good man.
Glowing (Auras) come in all different shapes and sizes. Did you know that some leak? It is true. I was watching my hair dresser as she was talking to me and I noticed that she had a leak right about her left shoulder. I asked her what had happened. She told me that she was in a car accident 4 days earlier and her shoulder was hurting. I have seen leaks in auras when someone is being drained of energy. This seems to happen a lot with couples - if it's not a balanced relationship. You know instantly what area of the relationship is in trouble. If it leaks at the root chakra the person is feeling insecure and that their foundation might be in jeopardy. If it leaks out of the heart, this partner has been hurt and betrayed by the other. I could go on and on.
Auras come in colors. Some have multiple colors. They are all beautiful except
This is about me, who was Mormon - and a psychic - in a Mormon state.
I constantly was told that I was evil, and that if I need this much help I was in real trouble. Your gifts are from the devil, you are crazy, and my favorite you are a "Monster". I have always been made to feel ashamed of myself and the gifts I was given. My own family treated me like "the" outcast. You know when you read books on abuse, or watch TV documentaries on abusive relationships - the abuser always picks one. It took me 45years to realize I was that one. I was the one that was abused. I have tried for years to get their acceptance. They hate me. They do not want me around. I was never allowed to be my true self. I have walked away from my family with a few exceptions. I have never told them, someday I will.
This blog is for the healing of my spirit, and my heart. This is how I can come to grips with being psychic, and not being ashamed of who I am.
This is much harder than I ever thought it would be. I hear myself tell the stories of my childhood, but it is not the same as seeing it in print. I will find myself. I will find where I belong. I did not ask for these wonderful gifts. But they are mine. I am now ready to move on. Please stay with me on my journey of discovery.
I have always been guided. Many who know me know that I have always credited the angels for raising me. Many times I would be in the depths of despair and my angels always rescued me.
I lived my life up until age 32 before I found out that the rest of the world did not talk to angels on a daily bases, that seeing auras was not something a majority of humans would have the privilege of seeing.
This came to light through a dear friend at work (Jan). Things at our job were not going well and rumors of lay-offs would be pending. I looked at my friend. I told her that her "Glowing" had diminished. Glowing is what I called the auras. Jan asked me "what I was talking about"? I explained the energy from her body creates a glowing and I noticed that hers was not glowing as bright today. Jan turned to me and ask "do you see auras"? I said "No, only crazy people see auras". That's what I really thought, it didn't click in my head that they were the same thing. The next day she brought me a book. Needless to say I was a little surprised. She also told me that not everyone sees them. So I asked "What about Angels". WOW, who would have thought that wasn't normal either. I guess at this point I did feel a little special, but mostly scared that someone would find out, ant that I would be alienated like I was when I was as a child.
Jan was a good friend and she did not betray my trust.
Now days, I just keep my opinion to myself unless asked.
It is truly a glorious world and everything glows. All life has energy and a spirit. The aura is one way to see how someone is feeling at that time. I have been working with a Yogi this last year. I have learned why and how to control what I see and feel. People can sense when you are looking at their aura. You see into their soul. Their soul feels the intrusion. So now I have worked very hard not to invade their privacy. It was so immediate for me, and so natural. I never gave it much thought. Now I only look when they ask. Again, the law of free agency has to be obeyed. I am learning as I go, I guess like everyone else.
The whole aura thing brings up another story. I was attending a church event. Yes, a Mormon event. I believe I was right around 14 years old. My young women's class went to a play at the Salt Palace in Salt Lake City. The play, I do not remember the name, but it was about the Book of Mormon and the Neophite’s. My class and I were walking in, when we heard that the prophet of the church would be attending.
This is a really big deal.
At the time the Prophet was Spencer W. Kimball. Now this man, this leader of this ever growing church was a very good man. As soon as he walked in with his entourage his aura consumed the entire building. It was amazing. I have never seen such an aura. This great leader of this church walked right over to me an introduced himself. Everyone stood with their mouths open, including me.
You will soon learn in later blogs that for some reason, I have met church leaders from all sorts of religious affiliations. Pope John Paul, the Dali Lama, Mormon church leaders from Harold B. Lee all the way to Thomas S. Monson. If you are counting that is 6 prophets of the Mormon church. There have been others, I just can't remember who they were and their affiliation.
It is weird, they seem to find me in a crowd. Who knows why and what does it matter. We are all in this together. Making our little corner of the world a better place to be.
Just as there is light energy, you have to have the dark. The balance of the universe.
One evening my husband and I were driving in the foot hills of American Fork Canyon. Time had escaped us and it became dark. We started to head back down the mountain when we came across of a group of kids. These kids were with a much older man. His aura was very dark and very big. You could see the darkness of his soul, it was darker than the night. It glowed dark! To be in his presence made me physically ill. He was not a good man.
Glowing (Auras) come in all different shapes and sizes. Did you know that some leak? It is true. I was watching my hair dresser as she was talking to me and I noticed that she had a leak right about her left shoulder. I asked her what had happened. She told me that she was in a car accident 4 days earlier and her shoulder was hurting. I have seen leaks in auras when someone is being drained of energy. This seems to happen a lot with couples - if it's not a balanced relationship. You know instantly what area of the relationship is in trouble. If it leaks at the root chakra the person is feeling insecure and that their foundation might be in jeopardy. If it leaks out of the heart, this partner has been hurt and betrayed by the other. I could go on and on.
Auras come in colors. Some have multiple colors. They are all beautiful except
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Beginning to finding myself
I woke up this morning and decided it is time to voice my thoughts and my life.
I am Psychic. I have a variety of gifts. Angels talk to me, I see auras, and I can see spirits that travel with people. I am also pretty good at Tarot cards and I am Reiki certified. Sometimes I have visions of the past and sometimes I see the future. Most of time I just start talking and information just comes out about the person I am with or the situation. Among other things that just happen out of the blue.
I have been different my entire life.
When I was a young, my mother thought there was something wrong with me. I would stare off into space and act like I was talking to someone. Doctors all told her that I had a very active imagination. I have a secret, I was talking with someone. This was the point that my mother became scared of me. She sees me as a "Monster".
The whole "Monster" label really messed with me growing up. I continually denied who I am and who I was.
We moved to Utah. Land of the Mormons. They are the nicest people you will meet. I am not Mormon, that alone isolated and made me stand out. Try being psychic on top of that. I tried to fit in. I told no one what I saw or felt including my mother.
At this time my parents divorced and my mother remarried. She married a Mormon. He was not a very good Mormon. He was abusive which made my crazy mother abusive. I became a slave to them and their children. Hello Cinderella. He had 3 children, my mother had 3 children and they had 4 children together. I was the oldest.
I will admit that one of my gifts is to put thoughts into people’s minds. When I was younger I did not realize the law of free agency. Anyhow, I would mess with their heads. I would have them answer the phone before it rang, have the kids through toys against the wall and other little things that would make them think that they were crazy. I guess it was a release.
My mother became Mormon so that means we all became Mormon. I really enjoyed the social aspect, morals and the values that are taught. I love the whole Jesus redeemer thing, be honest in everything that you do and Love one another. No sex before marriage and you are sealed to your family for time and all eternity.
I don't like how they are hypocrites and do not follow their own morals and laws. They can be the most dishonest people I have ever met. They have so many children that they cannot take care of them financially or emotionally. The biggest thing I do not like is the elite mind set.
Back to my family. Being the oldest slated me to take the kids to church while my good Mormon parents stayed at home. My life consisted of chores, punishments and taking care of their children. I cannot remember one day in my childhood that I ever felt loved. I never knew if they would keep me or send me off to my dads. I was scared to leave my little sisters behind. My full blooded sisters. If they did not have me to hit and yell at, I was sure it would be handed down to my little sister.
I stayed as long as I could. I was very small, 5 ft 2 inch and only 90 pounds. I was sixteen and my step father through me down the stairs. He threw me so hard that it broke the banister. He started to blame me. He said that I jumped. I am scared of heights and stairs. There is no way in hell that I would jump. This upset my sister. She is 15 months younger than me. She jumped on him and started to hit him. She saved my life that day. I went to the basement where my room was. It was an unfinished basement where I had sheets hanging for walls. I sat on bed crying and bleeding. My mother came down and started to yell at me, "Why would I jump, was it to get attention"? Like I said she was crazy. She then slapped me so hard that blood went flying over the walls of my room. After a while she left. I crawled out of my window and walked 10 miles on the highway. I final reached my friends house. We did not have cell phones in those days. I stayed with her family for the next 8 months. I spent 4 days in bed from the incident. I was so sore that I could not walk. My family did not know where I was for a few months and I did noticed they did not look for me.
My father also remarried and was a little more stable. He was a very selfish man. He knew there was abuse going on and just didn't want to take the time to help. i love him but he was just another person in my life that was never there for me when I needed him.
I am a firm believer that things happen for a reason. That is a cap of my sad little story. It made who I am today and I am very proud of myself.
Tomorrow I will write about my psychic stories throughout my
I am Psychic. I have a variety of gifts. Angels talk to me, I see auras, and I can see spirits that travel with people. I am also pretty good at Tarot cards and I am Reiki certified. Sometimes I have visions of the past and sometimes I see the future. Most of time I just start talking and information just comes out about the person I am with or the situation. Among other things that just happen out of the blue.
I have been different my entire life.
When I was a young, my mother thought there was something wrong with me. I would stare off into space and act like I was talking to someone. Doctors all told her that I had a very active imagination. I have a secret, I was talking with someone. This was the point that my mother became scared of me. She sees me as a "Monster".
The whole "Monster" label really messed with me growing up. I continually denied who I am and who I was.
We moved to Utah. Land of the Mormons. They are the nicest people you will meet. I am not Mormon, that alone isolated and made me stand out. Try being psychic on top of that. I tried to fit in. I told no one what I saw or felt including my mother.
At this time my parents divorced and my mother remarried. She married a Mormon. He was not a very good Mormon. He was abusive which made my crazy mother abusive. I became a slave to them and their children. Hello Cinderella. He had 3 children, my mother had 3 children and they had 4 children together. I was the oldest.
I will admit that one of my gifts is to put thoughts into people’s minds. When I was younger I did not realize the law of free agency. Anyhow, I would mess with their heads. I would have them answer the phone before it rang, have the kids through toys against the wall and other little things that would make them think that they were crazy. I guess it was a release.
My mother became Mormon so that means we all became Mormon. I really enjoyed the social aspect, morals and the values that are taught. I love the whole Jesus redeemer thing, be honest in everything that you do and Love one another. No sex before marriage and you are sealed to your family for time and all eternity.
I don't like how they are hypocrites and do not follow their own morals and laws. They can be the most dishonest people I have ever met. They have so many children that they cannot take care of them financially or emotionally. The biggest thing I do not like is the elite mind set.
Back to my family. Being the oldest slated me to take the kids to church while my good Mormon parents stayed at home. My life consisted of chores, punishments and taking care of their children. I cannot remember one day in my childhood that I ever felt loved. I never knew if they would keep me or send me off to my dads. I was scared to leave my little sisters behind. My full blooded sisters. If they did not have me to hit and yell at, I was sure it would be handed down to my little sister.
I stayed as long as I could. I was very small, 5 ft 2 inch and only 90 pounds. I was sixteen and my step father through me down the stairs. He threw me so hard that it broke the banister. He started to blame me. He said that I jumped. I am scared of heights and stairs. There is no way in hell that I would jump. This upset my sister. She is 15 months younger than me. She jumped on him and started to hit him. She saved my life that day. I went to the basement where my room was. It was an unfinished basement where I had sheets hanging for walls. I sat on bed crying and bleeding. My mother came down and started to yell at me, "Why would I jump, was it to get attention"? Like I said she was crazy. She then slapped me so hard that blood went flying over the walls of my room. After a while she left. I crawled out of my window and walked 10 miles on the highway. I final reached my friends house. We did not have cell phones in those days. I stayed with her family for the next 8 months. I spent 4 days in bed from the incident. I was so sore that I could not walk. My family did not know where I was for a few months and I did noticed they did not look for me.
My father also remarried and was a little more stable. He was a very selfish man. He knew there was abuse going on and just didn't want to take the time to help. i love him but he was just another person in my life that was never there for me when I needed him.
I am a firm believer that things happen for a reason. That is a cap of my sad little story. It made who I am today and I am very proud of myself.
Tomorrow I will write about my psychic stories throughout my
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