RELATIVES HAPPEN

I have had writers block as of late; or at least that is what I choose to call it. When I decided to have a blog, I promised myself that I would only blog if I had something to blog about. Lately, I have felt blocked, like nothing I had to say was of any relevance. Thus, I have not blogged.

Today, if for no other reason than to practice what I preach. Often times when things seem unclear it helps to put it in black and white i.e. put pen to paper, or in this case fingers to typewriter.

As the world spins out of control around me, I find solace in immersing myself in the creation of my family tree. Metaphorically, this makes sense; a tree, being that of life and creation being that which brings something to life.

I have been so immersed in the project, that my son keeps kidding me that I am going to have to join ancestry’s anonymous to kick the habit. He often tells me to “step away from the computer”, because I seem so driven. When the little nagging in the back of my brain first began to research my family tree, I sloughed it off. Thinking one, it would be a waste of time, and two, what would be the purpose. The nagging eventually got louder and louder, until I succumbed to it and began the research.

Once I put my mind to it, it was as if I had jumped off a cliff and was gleefully falling to the ground. One minute I was content to live my life without knowing much about my family, except for my immediate family that is; the next minute I was completely obsessed. I deducted that there was something I would discover or learn that was necessary to my existence at this point of my life.

As I researched, these relatives of mine, (the ones that had been gone for a very long time and for some decades), were happily standing over my shoulder nudging me to work on their branch of the tree. I had so many names going through my head that I actually had to make them form a line. I had to explain that I could only concentrate on researching one at a time. I figured, heck, they had nothing but time, a little patience was not too much to ask. Of course, that did not stop the pushier ones from jumping in when they saw an opening. I know hard to believe these people are related to me….LOL.

I openly admit that I have an unfair advantage; not everyone has the help of their dearly departed relatives to help them work on their family tree. Don’t get me wrong, I have put in some really long hours of research, but when I am really stumped, I can count of one of them to jump in and give me a clue.

Let me give you an example: My Grandfather (Dad’s, Dad), being Russian, changed his name when he came of age so that it would sound more American and business like. I really don’t get it personally, but times were different then and I am sure it seemed logical at the time. So logical in fact, that some of his brothers changed their last name as well. Thank goodness they all changed it to the same name or this tree would really be a nightmare. Anyway getting back to my story; because of the name change, finding information on my Grandfather was challenging. Everything from before the name change was pretty much wiped out. I knew what the original last name was and was able to find some information on that side of the family. However, I could not find my GG grandparent’s names because I could not link anyone to my Grandfather because of the name change. As I was pondering this dilemma one day; I hear “find me and you will find him”. Uhhhhh, and who might you be? (Good Lord, with as many dead relatives I had around, it could have been anybody), Uncle Roger is what I hear. Really, so how will that help me? No further information came. So, being the good little investigator I am, I began my research in to my Uncle Roger’s death in 1955. It turns out he was killed on a naval ship on November 11, 1955 in San Diego. Apparently there was a Veteran’s Day celebration and the Air Force was doing maneuvers in celebration of the day and one of the planes spun out of control, crashing in to the area of the ship where my Uncle had been. I found the newspaper article relating to his death. At first glance this told me nothing, so once again I ask, “How does this help me”? Read carefully, was my answer. I re-read the article 4 times, nothing. I read it a 5th time and noticed that though I knew my Grandfather’s first name to be William, the name in the article had his first name as Anton. i.e. the parents of Roger Edwards etc. This is odd I thought, why would they report it as Anton?

Can you hear the bells going off? Ding, Ding, Ding. I realized at that moment that he had not only changed his last name, he changed his first name as well. When I re-researched his name with Anton and the original last name, I found what I had been looking for, evidence of his existence before the name change and bonus, my GG Grandparents name and his sisters and brothers name. I even discovered that my Grandfather was actually born in Russia and immigrated with his parents in 1911. This was something that no one in the family was aware of. So indeed, I found Uncle Roger, which led me to my Grandfather, which led me to my GG Grandparents. Turns out Uncle Roger was spot on, way to go Uncle.

I could give so many examples of the help like I received above while working on this family tree, it could fill a book, but I will spare you each and every detail. Or maybe I will devote a whole blog to it, as I am sure there are many more to come. I will wait and see what kind of feed back on this blog I get.

I found relatives in Michigan that I vaguely remember having; these would be my Italian Grandmother’s family. I connected with them and quickly set up a visit. It was a great visit; my 84 year old Aunt (my Grandmothers youngest sister) filled our bellies with homemade Italian food (seriously, was full for three days), stories, pictures and a wealth of information. We (me, my sister and my husband) visited with three of our Aunts in all that weekend. I wrote feverishly as they talked. Much to my sister’s surprise, all the departed male relatives went home with her and insist on serenading her as she cooks. Personally I am okay with that. You see my sister likes to tell people that “we” are working on our family tree, which in reality means “me”, I say it is only fair she get visited by some dead relatives.

Of course my house is full of all my dearly departed female relatives from all branches, (Italian, Russian, and German, which is nice because my husband’s yia yia (Greek) hangs out at our house, so now she has friends). They insist on telling me how to clean and do my laundry. You would be surprised at how many accents I hear in my head, it is like having the friggin united nations rolling around in my melon all day……but that is story for another day.

I have also connected with cousins and aunts from my mom’s side of the family in New Jersey (yes live ones). I can feel a weekend trip to New Jersey in my future. My family tree is far from complete; there is still a lot to discover. And my relatives alive and not so alive are anxious for me to discover it. I keep waiting for the one piece of information that uncovers the mystery as why this is so important to me. I figure when that happens my obsession will stop. Each time I find a new piece of information, I think, is this it? I assume it has not been discovered yet, as here I sit writing and pondering what information I should research next.

Of course there always is the possibility that with all the chaos going on in the world I feel the need to connect. My friend Diana pointed out that the research part of this feeds the logical part of me. I live my life so immersed in what I can’t see, touch, feel or smell, maybe this is just a way to allow the logical side and the spiritual side to connect and work together on the same level. Maybe I will never discover why the need is so strong to do this. Maybe I just have really pushy relatives who want to be heard. Believe me that is not a stretch. Or maybe I just enjoy discovering where I come from in this life time. For all I know one of the relatives I have found might have been me. Can you imagine discovering that you are your own GG Grandparent? Think of the possibilities. But then again, that would be a story for another day.

Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri

CHAOS!

CHAOS!

*A state of complete disorder and confusion.
*The earliest condition of the universe; cosmology the unbounded space and formless matter supposed to have existed before the creation of the universe.
*Apparent disorder; physics the unpredictability inherent in a system such as the weather, in which apparently random changes occur as a result of the system's extreme sensitivity to small differences in initial conditions.

Chaos seems to be everywhere these days. I was talking to a dear friend last night about what chaos is. Chaos is for lack of a better term flighty energy. This particular energy is squirrely, disruptive, disorderly, disturbed, and uncomfortable and often carries with it an energy of anxiety. So how does one combat this particular energy?

For some, this seems like a simple problem, for others, an almost impossible task. Some people think they function best in chaos and some people, me included choose to not function in chaos at all. I say choose because, I believe we all have the ability to be in chaos or not.

You see my friend works in a chaotic environment; the atmosphere is chaotic, the people are chaotic and the nature of the business is chaotic. I know this not just because she has told me about the chaos, but because when I get a psychic read on her working conditions I feel like I am in a tornado. She shared with me that while in the mist of this chaos, she often dissociates, checks out, pulls out of her body so to speak and or all the above.

She said for the first time while she was in a meeting she could feel herself energetically leave her body. Though this might work well every now and then, for the most part it is not necessarily conducive to an acceptable level of productivity.

As she talked to me messages where coming in very quickly about the ability to ground. For any of you who have followed my blogs you know that I have spoken about the importance of grounding often. Being grounded serves as a glue of sorts, between us and the earth. Like I said Chaotic energy is flighty and therefore swirls around our 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th and 7th chakras, i.e. waist to head and above. Your 1st chakra is your grounding chakra which is located at the very base of your spine. If we center that energy (ground) it has no choice but to center itself to the earth and therefore chaos ceases to exist within ones self.

I explained to her that going forward when she finds herself in these chaotic situations she needs to immediately step back, take a deep breath and ground herself to the earth. If you think about the fact that the chaos is caused by the mixing of energies in a turbulent way, it only makes sense to take your energy out of the mix. Which of course, is why my friend found it necessary to “check out” at those chaotic times?

Grounding is a simple process; when necessary it can be done in just a few minutes. If you are in a room full of people imagine yourself pulling your energy back through your crown chakra down through your body, down through your feet and in to the ground. There it will connect with the mighty energy of mother earth. Then bring the earths energy back up through your feet, your body and out through your head to connect with the heavens, anchoring you securely to the heavens and earth. Calm will automatically fill your space. It is not important if the other people in the room wish to remain in the chaos, what is important is that you step out of it.

If you are working one on one with someone and you feel the chaos; first send that person healing energy and then ground yourself using the process above. You will find that not only you feel calmer but the person you are working with will become calmer.

If you find yourself in a chaos of your own making; which often happens, take a few extra minutes and sit in a chair. Allow you feet to rest flatly on the floor, now imagine there are thick roots growing out the bottom of your feet, allow those roots to grow thicker as they burrow deeper in to the earth. Once the roots reach the center of the earth, imagine that root connecting with a beautiful rainbow colored crystal, now allow that beautifully colored energy to flow up the roots, up through your feet and up through your body. Allow the lighted energy to flow out of your crown chakra bringing with it any chaotic energy it has found along the way, this energy reaches to the heavens where it connects with a bright white lightening bolt of energy. Bring this energy back down through your crown and in to your body. Now ask yourself “what was all the chaos about”? I think you will be hard pressed to conjure up that out of control feeling.

Chaos can only exist in a fertile environment, grounding yourself daily, or even hourly will block the chaotic environment from your Aura, thus allowing you to sit out of the fray of the craziness.

When practiced, eventually being grounded will be as natural as breathing and as easy as counting 1, 2, 3. People ask me all the time “How do you stay so calm”? I am calm because for me, grounding myself is part of my daily routine, as routine as taking a shower or brushing my teeth. At work I am a grounding force to those around me, I am often looked to when the chaos begins, to be the voice of reason, the calmness within the storm. At home, I am the one that sets the stage, stepping back and looking at things reasonably and realistically. I am able to do this because I am grounded, securely anchored to the heavens and to the earth.

So, the answer to the question “how does one combat that chaotic energy” is simple; Ground, Ground, Ground, Ground, and then Ground some more.

Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri

THOUGHTS FOR THE NEW YEAR

Christmas 2008 has come and gone and now we await the arrival of 2009. Yesterday as I was leaving my Chiropractor’s office I stood chatting with the girl at the front desk. I told her I was excited about beginning 2009 feeling good and on the right track. She smiled and said “My friends have told me each year for the last 10 years that the next year would be better for me, and as of yet it has not happened”. I told her that the trick to it being a better year is that she needs to believe it is going to be a better year.

That got me thinking or pondering as it were; if we don’t believe things are going to get better, will they? I am absolutely certain that things could always be worse if we choose them to be. Think about it for a minute, if we choose to complain about the bad in our life, would it not be just as easy to choose to celebrate the good?

Another friend told me this morning that except for the fact that her beloved Grandmother passed away this year she had the most blessed year ever. A year ago this time she was having a tumor removed from her brain; this leaves her with bouts of headaches and the inability to sleep lying on that side of her body. In spite of it, she feels blessed. It would be just as easy to talk about what she can’t do as it is to celebrate her blessed life.

I could not help but contrast the two conversations a mere 12 hours apart. I am by nature a positive person, this is a conscious choice. I remember once when I was at a particularly low point in my life having a conversation with my Aunt about something and she said “You are always so cheery and happy, even with all the adversity you have faced you are still cheerful.” At the time I thought “Are you freakin’ kidding me?” Now I look back and see that though things were indeed less than perfect, I consciously tried to focus on the good. As a matter of fact, I remember being grateful for all the good in my life, even as things fell apart.

I often think about those times and how I survived them; I believe my underlying emotion was a belief that life would get better. They did not get better on their own mind you, I had to put forth blood, sweat and tears, but deep down I always believed that something better was around the corner. This is not to say I did not have those moments when I felt hopeless and shared it with those around me. But I do know that those moments never lasted for long.

So I have to ask myself: is my positive attitude because I believe or did I believe because I chose to have a positive attitude? Many, many, many (and did I say many?) negative people have crossed my path in my life time and I often think to myself; do these people know how special they are? Do these people know how blessed and loved they are? These same people would tell me that I simply don’t know what I am talking about. I can say with all honesty that I do indeed know what I am talking about. These same people would tell me that it does not matter what they do because everything turns to crap anyway. I say to these people “Do you truly believe that life can be more than the crap you are use to, or are those simply words, and believe in you heart that things indeed will turn to crap?”

Believing is an emotion. You need to feel the believing. It is that emotion that sends the vibration of belief out in to the universe. The universe and the divine are more than happy to provide what ever and I do mean WHATEVER we want. Be it good or bad the universe will provide what we ask for. If we ask for crap, crap is what we shall get.

It has taken me years to finally get it; “it” being the emotion that stirs the vibration, and the vibration that shall be answered. How many of us say “I want to win the lottery?” We say it, we use the words, but do we feel it? The odds are that they are simply words, with no real emotion behind it. How many of us say something over and over again with angry emotion and are surprised to find that what ever it was is exactly what we got? A friend once told me “Emotion is God’s doorbell”. How true those words are.

If we dwell in negativity, we will receive negativity. If we dwell in the positive, we will receive positive. I am learning this right along with everyone else. I by no means have an unshakable handle on this. However, I know from past experience that holding on to the negative only brought me more negative. Believing that all would be well, always, without exception brought well being.

How many of us wake up in the morning and thank God for another blessed day? If we do not believe, can we truly be grateful? If we believe that the world is out to get us, how then can we feel blessed? Take a moment and think of all the things that are good in your life, then take a moment to feel the emotion that goes along with that. That emotion is a positive vibration, with that positive vibration comes a feeling of well being. If you choose to think of all the bad things in your life, you will experience a negative emotion and, in turn, negative vibrations and a sense of hopelessness. You don’t have to take my word for it, try it for yourself. Practice feeling the words you say, get in touch with what emotions are present when you are down and when you are up. If it is negativity you are experiencing take the steps to change them.

In many of my counseling sessions I encourage my clients to write down their emotions and then put a word to it that describes their state of mind at that very moment. I don’t just mean negative emotions but positive ones as well. Learn to decipher the difference between the two, and then when a negative emotion arises, take a step back and open up a space between you and that emotion. Then you can choose at that very moment to reframe it in to something more positive.

My husband and I choose to say “I choose not to spend my money on ________right now, I can afford anything I want, and I just choose not to spend it on _______at this time”. Instead of saying “I can not afford that, I am broke”. By doing this we take the can not and reframe it in to a can.

I know none of this is easy, especially when things around you seem bleak, but your world survives within you. It is within your power to choose how you react to things. You can choose to see the bad in everything or see the good in everything. You can choose to speak negatively or speak positively. The effort is the same. By changing a few simple words in your every day vocabulary, you can literally change a negative to a positive.

So this year when making your New Year’s resolution, believe what you are committing to, feel what you are committing to, let that resolution bring forth an emotion that will ultimately raise your vibration and bring to you what you want. Remember if you make a resolution by saying it and not feeling it, then you can’t possibly believe it. Let this be the year that things go your way no matter what is happening around you.

The first step to change is to believe it is possible. You have the power within you. Make the choice for you future be yours.

May everyone have a happy and safe New Year and my all your dreams come true.

Love, Light and Angel Blessing
Theri

TIRED!

For a couple of weeks now my motivation level has been next to nil. I am literally not motivated by anything at all. I can't get motivated to diet, exercise, decorate the house for Christmas, Christmas shop, read a book, learn anything, meditate or even grocery shop. I can't get motivated to do much of anything other than to get out of bed and go to work. For those who know me, you know that I am not an unmotivated individual, so this lack of motivation has sent ripples of guilt right through the stratosphere for me.

As the days pass and the guilt builds up, I am forced to figure out this conundrum I am in. This morning I was telling my husband on the way to work that I am so “tired”. I am tired mentally, physically, and emotionally. I feel like I could sleep for a week. Is there any rhyme or reason for this? I wish I knew. Off the top I would say no. Life is good, I have a great life, a great husband, great kids, a good job and supportive friends. Yet, I am indeed tired.

One thing I have noticed that sticks out like a sore thumb for me is that I have not pondered in quite some time. I am big on pondering; I would even go so far as to say that a lot of my motivation comes from pondering. So why have I not pondered? Because I am tired! Yes, it does indeed sound like a vicious cycle.

Thus, my journey to figure this out begins. As always I first ask my Angels; either they are not talking, or I am not hearing; I suspect the latter. That is not to say that my Angels have not been chatty, just chatty for everyone else. I just don't feel like I have been given any insight to my current situation. Next I ask for a dream that may offer some insight. I asked for dreams, and dreams I got. However, none of them seemed to offer any assistance. That is until I put pen to paper.

Dream #1: I was in a very large arena or round theatre much like an amphitheater; I was inside but outside was a hurricane. I knew that my parents had Garrett, who was still a baby, and I knew I needed to get them in to the amphitheater where it was safe. I went out in to the hurricane to get them, I found them at a house I did not recognize, and they were all in bed sleeping. I asked them why they were there instead of the amphitheater. My Mom lifted Garrett up to hand him to me, just then the hurricane blew the house off its foundation. I was then back in the amphitheater and there were dead celebrities just mulling around. I don't know if I was dead as well, but I could see them. (I know nothing strange about that.) Soon guys with some type of noxious gas were walking around randomly choosing already dead celebrities to gas, which oddly enough killed them again. Then they walked up to me and sprayed it on me, I saw a flash of white light and fell to the ground. I could hear footsteps running toward me, It was Garrett, he picked me up (now I knew I was dreaming) and moved me away from the gas. I told him that they had gassed me; he said not to worry about it because he got there in time.

Dream #2: I was in a doctor's office exam room getting my blood pressure taken. The nurse taking my blood pressure insisted on using a child’s blood pressure cuff. I told her she needed to use the adult one but she did not listen. When she got the results she said “Oh, I must have made a mistake.” I told her, “Of course you did, you used the wrong cuff.” She said I would have to have it redone, and I was to wait in the waiting room. Ted and Garrett were waiting with me; I was irritated because I did not think I should have to wait because it was not my mistake. I knew Ted had a 2:00 appointment with someone, so I knew this was taking too much time. At 1:10 the nurse came out and told me it would be another 20 minutes. I got angry and told the nurse that I should not have to wait since she made the mistake and that if it was going to be another 20 minutes I would need to reschedule. She grabbed my chart and circled the number 198, next to my blood pressure reading and wrote “counseling” next to it. When we were leaving, I looked at the clock, and it was 1:31.

Dream #3: I was standing in the ER that the show ER is filmed in. Nila, who is one of the doctors on the show, was walking around asking for food. She was very, very hungry and for some reason did not have money to buy food. Then she was standing in a room and on a bed stood the most impeccably groomed goat, I had ever seen. Nila, was staring at the goat deciding whether she should kill the goat and eat it because she was so hungry.

And I wonder why I am tired! Good Lord, how much rest am I actually getting?

I will spare you the dissecting of each dream and simply give you what a friend of mine (Thank you, Diana) came up with, and after pondering it, it feels right.

I believe the dreams were telling me: Warning!!! You need rest, to take care of MY needs and to be compassionate towards myself. If I keep taking (voraciously) from myself and entire being, something negative will fatally consume me.

So basically, in a nutshell, stop feeling guilty, let yourself off the hook and just rest, is the gist of it LOL! I lost a night’s rest so they could tell me to rest? Criminy!!!

But as my friend pointed out, would I have gotten the message had I not had the dream or for that matter three in a row, all completely different but pointing to the same thing; most likely not.

I know it seems like a whole lot of dreaming for such a small amount of information. You see my Angels have a terrific sense of humor, and they know that I am going to analyze the heck out of whatever they give me, so as a rule they will give me more than what is probably necessary.

As I am sure you have guessed by now, reading for someone else is so much easier than doing it for me.

I read the first edition of Wings; (www.whatsuponplanetearth.com), and it seems I am not the only going through this need for rest. She writes “The first phase is now complete. We have taken things as far as they can go. We have infused our light, our energy, and much else of ourselves into an old world and brought it up to a very new level. We are now done”.

With that said I guess it is okay to be tired, a lot of work has been done; we have shed most of the old, even if we were not aware of it. A new day is dawning, one of much love and happiness. I just hope I am not too tired to enjoy it.

I welcome any other interpretations of my dreams, so feel free to write me and let me know your thoughts.

Love. Light and Angel Blessings
Theri

An after thought: In Doreen Virtue’s book, Angel Numbers; the numbers in my dream are significant as the following:

2:00 or 200 –Your faith has brought you to a powerful and divine connection with God. Your faith is well founded, and you’re working in partnership with the Creator.

198 –Dive right into your life purpose without delay or hesitation. Take divinely guided action first, and you’ll find that financial support is always there.

1:10 or 110 –Keep thoughts focused upon God and divine love, as you’re creating your reality with your thoughts and beliefs. Engage in creative activities.

20 –The creator asks you to have faith. Even if you can’t see the results of your prayers and actions right now, trust that they’re bearing wonderful fruit for you.

I have not pondered the meaning of these numbers or how they weave in to my dreams, but thought I would share anyway.

The Eye of the Storm

It’s been awhile; this past month has been a whirlwind of ups and downs. The company I work for, which I affectionately call my day job, involuntarily and voluntarily separated 500 employees. My husband and I (we work for the same company) both survived the cut. We found out 60 days prior, that cuts were coming. We were told that the cuts were necessary and that streamlining the company was long in coming. We were also told that no one’s job was safe, and years with the company would not be a factor. I have been with the company for nine years, my husband eight.

To say that this brought up a whirlwind of emotion and speculation would be an understatement. I tried to stay in the eye of the storm where things were calm and tranquil; it was only once in a while that I ventured out into the chaos of it all. During those times, I thought about what I or my husband would do if we were part of the purge. My husband travels back and forth to Las Vegas to visit his kids twice a month, how would that affect their relationship should those visits be scaled back? How would I continue to pay for my son’s alternative care medical bills, how would we pay our mortgage? Would we be part of the ever growing housing crisis? These very scary thoughts sent me running back in to the calm and tranquility of the eye I previously spoke of.

My husband, ever the optimist, continued to stay optimistic. His family will attest to the fact that when he falls in to poop, as a rule, he comes out smelling like not just a rose but a dozen roses. This type of thinking allowed him to stay above the panic. Somehow, he would say, all will work out. My husband will happily tell you that though hard times have befallen him in his life, he has no lingering effects on his psyche. I, on the other hand, have very real and panicky memories of past hard times, so dropping in to that space was a simple hop, skip and a jump.

When the conversation at work or home turned to the different scenarios that could take place, I tried to consciously make the effort to only put good and positive thoughts out in to the universe. My co-workers were understandably stressed. I felt bad for them and heck if I allowed it, I would have felt bad for me. Instead, I asked my Angels how I could help. How could I bring my co-workers into the eye of the storm with me, where things were calm and tranquil? In truth, all I could really do is be there for them if they needed to talk.

I found myself talking with them a lot about being balanced and centered. I knew that though I had no idea what was in store for us, good or bad, being balanced and centered was going to be key. I talked to them about simply letting go and trusting the universe to take care of us. I believe that everything turns out exactly the way it is suppose to for better or worse. In my practice (my evening and weekend job), I talk to my clients a lot about ASMO: Accept, surrender and move on. This was something I now needed to implement, as were my co-workers.

As the time grew closer, I became calmer and calmer, and I noticed my co-workers did as well. I have no idea if I was the catalyst for my co-workers calmness or not. What I did know, or rather thought I knew, was that as each day turned in to the next, I had successfully implemented ASMO in myself. I had surrendered to the possibility that I might be part of the less than 10% the company kept talking about. I accepted that whatever was to be, would be, and knew in my heart of hearts that I would indeed move on in whatever direction life was going to take me. Even so, I could not help but ask the question, “Was I able to ASMO because I knew in my heart of hearts I wasn’t part of the purge”? As it turns out the people who I instinctively knew were going to be part of it, were indeed the people who were let go and I still had a job. I guess I just assumed that because it was information regarding myself I would not pick up on it, which anyone with this particular gift will tell you, is usually the case.

The day we all dreaded finally arrived; my husband unfortunately had to let some of his people go; his stress regarding this was astronomical and painful to watch. It was during this time that I was glad to just be a little ole worker bee. Again, I watched as my husband, though stressed over his people, was experiencing no stress for what could have easily been his last days with the company as easily as it could have been mine or my co-workers.

We lost a lot of friends from offices around the country that day and I can’t help but think about them daily. I will keep them in my prayers and ask that their Angels keep them protected within their wings. The world is a mess right now, and my hope is that all the people experiencing their own private chaos right now will somehow find a way to stay centered and balanced. As for me, I am thankful that my family survived this latest dose of chaos, and I never forget to thank God and the universe for my blessed life, as I am grateful in ways I could never really express.

May all who are reading this right now find their center and be there as often as possible. Try to stay above it, and know that this chaos will eventually end; the outcome is up to each of us. We as connected individuals need to call on the strength within and cement our belief in ourselves, the part of us that is spirit, the part that is the divine, because it will be us that create our outcome, for better or for worse.

Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri

When they come to visit

This morning as I was brushing my hair, I looked down at the bottom of the stairs to see my husband's Papou standing there. As per usual, I jumped a wee bit, hitting myself in the eye with my hair brush, (explaining this black eye ought to be fun). You may not think this strange, however, my husband's Papou passed on years ago. This kind of thing literally happens in a split second. So of course when I composed myself (mere seconds) he was gone.

You see I know it was my husband's Maternal Papou because the last time I saw him was Thanksgiving 2006. He was standing behind my husband's Yiayia (very much alive and his wife) watching her eat. When I first saw him, I asked my husband if his Papou was tall and wore glasses. This was of course correct and it only made sense that he would be spending Thanksgiving with his wife and family. Actually, now that I think about it, though there were 16 of us in attendance, that were flesh and blood, there were at least that many that were not. Crowded would be an understatement, but it sure was fun to watch. From what I understand my Mother and Father in-law would be the host of many a family gathering. Keep in mind my husband is Greek, so there was a lot of loud, dancing, singing, laughing and eating. So once again, it would make sense that if a party was taking place, alive or not, nobody was going to miss it.

I find it interesting, that though I never met my husband's Yiayia (Dad's Mom), or either of his Papou's, they like to visit. My husband says it is because they know that I am aware of their presence. His Yiayia likes to open the washing machine when I am in the middle of doing laundry, for some reason this is very humorous to her. I literally stood in front of my washing machine for a full cycle of wash waiting to catch her in the act. It was not until I walked away did the lid open. I swear I could hear her chuckle. My suspicion was confirmed when my husband was getting a reading from a well known medium here in the Cities. She told him that his Yiayia liked to play with me while I did laundry. This of course brought tears to his eyes immediately. He asked her why she liked to do that. The medium said she was telling her in a Greek accent that she did it because she liked my reaction. I told her that was all well and good, but it delay's my laundry washing when I have to keep going in and shutting the lid. She still does it, so I assume this is something she enjoys. In actuality I think she has graduated to locking the back door. My son was none to pleased with her when he got locked out the other day.

My husband and his Papou, the one visiting today, were very, very close. It again makes sense that he comes to visit my husband as often as he can. However, today he was standing in my cube at work and when I turned around it startled the bajeebers out of me. Not because he was there necessarily, but because I did not expect to see someone standing there. Remember this happens in a split second, I don't always get to converse. In this case I had to silently apologize to him because, “Geez, what the hell”, came flying out of my mouth. Totally disrespectful, I felt bad, but I did explain that it startled me. I always say, come visit, but make some noise to tell me you are on your way. I then immediately told him, (well, actually, I told the air), that his grandson's office was down the hall. Yes my office mates truly believe I am off my rocker half the time.

At lunch, my husband asked me why I thought he was here. Ah, there is the million dollar question. You see, most of the time, I have no idea. Is it simply because he wants me to know he is around so that I can pass along the message? Is he here to warn me about something? Is he here to warn his grandson about something? Is he here because my husband is going through a particularly stressful time? I wish I had the answer, I just don't.

It is not always this way. Sometimes, a relative or friend that has passed will actually show up and give me a message. It is not like I see their lips moving while they give me the message, (oh, if only), it is more like, they make it known to me that they are there, usually a split second glance, and then the rest is telepathic. Sometimes I hear their actual voice, (that is my Dad's usual MO), or sometimes I hear my own voice with their words. I know that the words are theirs because I am very sure they are not mine.

I mentioned that my Dad usually lets his voice be heard in my head. That is not always the case. Sometimes, like a few months ago, he showed up in my room while I was cleaning. It was just his face and it covered up one of my Angel pictures. He did not say a word, in my head or otherwise. I could tell he was not happy, in fact he looked down right sad, which of course immediately dropped me in to the place of “Crap, what did I do wrong”. I do this thing I call the psychic alert with my family. I send a text message to everyone to make sure everyone is okay. I end up talking to everyone before the day is done. That day, everyone and everything seemed to be fine. So why was he there? Moreover, why did he look so unhappy? And why did he show up in such a weird way? At first I thought that he was being clever, his way of keeping the family in touch with one another. It was not until weeks later when my nephew was diagnosed with Aplastic anemia that I knew it was his way of preparing us for something and by appearing in the Angel picture, he was letting us know that he was watching over him. Why did he not appear to my sister? I have no idea; I am certain there is some sort of energetic logic to it, I just don't know what it is.

I sit here tonight and ponder about my husband's Papou, and the reason for his visit. From what I can tell he seems to be pacing. His hands are relaxed and crossed behind his back as if in thought. I asked my husband about this posture and he said that it was not a posture that he remembered him having. As a matter of fact he said that it is something his Dad does, who is not related to this Papou.

I pondered, wondering if I had mixed up the two Papou's, and very clearly I heard “No, you got it right young lady”. I knew this was not my thought, because I could detect an ever so slight Greek accent. My husband's Papou did not have an accent, but I think he did it this way, so that I would know this was him and not me. Hey, he thinks I am young, this guy is alright, LOL.

Here is my thinking, he was able to let me know that I got it right, seriously, would it not have been just as easy to tell me the reason for the visit? I guess this will continue to be one of those never ending questions I ask, each, and every time they come to visit. And why the heck do they only show up when they want to and not when I ask? Spirits, they are a quirksome or maybe just an irksome bunch!

Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri

Critical Mass

Several weeks ago I woke up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. The song that was rolling through my head was “It’s the End of the World, As we Know It” by REM. I thought to myself “Aw, crap that can’t be good”. It was 2:00 am, why would this song be rolling through my head, if in fact it was not a message. I lay there awake for awhile, digesting this information. Now anyone who has even remotely been paying attention to the world at large knows that the world that once was, is no longer. So, why then, was it important for me to get this message?

I felt no sense of urgency or anxiety regarding the information; on the contrary I was quite at peace. I was simply left with one thought, “what did the divine want me to do with this message?” In the scheme of things, at first glance “It’s the end of the world as we know it”, sounds pretty damn intimidating. Yet, there I lay, feeling a tremendous peace.

At some point, I dozed back off only to have a dream. In this dream, I was in a very busy city; people were hustling and bustling everywhere. People were shoulder to shoulder, everyone seemed to have a destination in mind, yet, they were getting nowhere. Some people looked frantic, some looked confused, and some looked hopeless. I was walking amongst these people, but instead of walking on the ground with them, I was walking above them. I was calling down to the people below me and asking them to join me. I was telling them to take my hand and I would help them up. It was peaceful and there was plenty of room to move around.

I was reaching for people’s hands to pull them up; some quite anxiously took my hand. Some I had to coax and some would not even look up at me. When I could not get those people to look at me, I felt a tremendous sadness. But for those that did come up with me, there was singing and laughing. A warm flood of love seemed to permeate our entire existence. I was so happy, everyone was hugging and talking. Someone came up to me and I told them “See I told you if we just rise above it, all would be well”.

I was startled out of this very happy dream by the alarm clock. I knew instantly what that dream was telling me. When I had woke up earlier that night, “It’s the End of the World As We Know It”, was rolling through my head. I then asked what I was to do with that information. My dream very clearly telling me that the world indeed is no longer the world of old.

The world is in economic shambles; things that were, are no longer. Everybody is being affected. People are running around confused, scared and feeling hopeless. It is not that companies are not making money, they are, it is just that everyone is acting out of fear, and selling off what they have, in fear of losing it. If fear is what you feel, you will ultimately draw more fear to you, and with that fear, you will lose what you hoard away. If lack is what you are feeling, lack is what you will get. You see, we must keep our vibration high, if we don’t, we will fall prey to hopelessness.

I was walking above everyone in my dream, because I have been working very hard at rising above the panic. Trust me, I could easily go there, I too am being affected. But in my heart I am calm. I read an affirmation the other day that read, at least in part “I attract all that I need in my life that is for my highest good. I am strong, balanced and in the now”. I have recited that in my head hundreds of times.

In my dream I saw people confused, sad, frantic, fearful and hopeless. This is how the world at large is feeling right now. Yes, the world is crumbling, I think it is crumbling so that it can be built anew. Greed and independence of one another has run rampant. We are all one, connected at source. Yet, we kill each other, we steal, we judge, we corrupt, we torture, we choose to close our doors on those that are in need and still we ask ourselves why this is happening.

I read somewhere that there are only two emotions; love and fear. In everything we do, we do either out of love, or we do out of fear. Can we love as ferociously as we fear? I think that fear is hitting critical mass; it is time for each and every one of us to turn that fear in to love. Can we reach out and rebuild the world? A friend of mine this morning asked me, but I am just one person, what can I do? What each of us can do is encourage just one person to be still, be calm, and find that peace within the storm that is love, rise above the fear and hold the space. That person will tell one person and so on. Can we turn hate into love, and lack in to abundance? I believe we can, by being still and listening to that which resides within us. Can we all come together for the common good? Yes, because we are all one, we are connected; we are the source be it ever so small.

I encourage each and every one of us to allow what we hear on the news and in the newspaper to inspire love not fear; don’t buy in to the panic. When the news reports the Dow dropped 1000 points, instead of panic and fear, we envelop the world in our thoughts sending love and light to all. Instead of reacting or thinking in the negative we need to not react, be still, and be in the light, the light of positive emotions. “I attract all that I need in my life that is for my highest good”.

Can you imagine for a moment; one person surrounding the world in their thoughts with love and light. Now imagine two people surrounding the world in their thoughts with love and light. Now imagine 10,000 people surrounding the world in love and light. What a beautiful glow would befall the world? If fear is replaced by love, would we not have heaven on earth?

In my dream I was asking, coaching and begging people to join me. I am but one person, this one person is asking, coaching and begging each person to rise above the chaos, to raise your vibration to such a level, that only love and joy can prevail. Then in turn ask one person to do the same and so on, and so on, I know we can make a difference. Yes, it is the end of the world as we know it, but a world built by love can only open our hearts, to the joy that is hidden beneath the fear, that the old world has burdened us with.

“I attract all that I need in my life that is for my highest good. I am strong, I am balanced and I am in the now”.

And…………You are loved!

Love, Light and Angel Blessings Theri