tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70305545598849151282024-03-07T23:09:50.230-07:00Nancy Matz Psychic MediumPsychic Medium Nancy Matz has Tip Toed among the Amazing World of the Paranormal. This blog will cover all Paranormal and Spiritual situations; plus Dating and Relationship issues, including new and later in life painful breakups.Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-53935508758184578542020-10-02T18:27:00.001-07:002020-10-02T18:27:14.558-07:00Time: Speading up or slowing down and can we control how we react to time?<p>As we grow older, comments come up, "Is my Birthday coming already?" or "Christmas is when?". I found myself watching an 'old movie' a few days ago and enjoying it I realized it was produced 40 years ago!!! Time has gone so fast! To save face I won't tell you when so not to embarrass myself giving away my age! </p><p>Still I am accurately aware of aging but glad I am doing so. Many of you are aware that I've had several serious illnesses and at those times I noted that 'time' slowed down, and the dealing and healing dragged on. </p><p>Ask a child what he/she would like for a Birthday or a Holiday gift and they will spill out many great ideas. Then the child will ask relatives again and again when is his/her Birthday or Holiday? The concept of 'time' passing is too hard to comprehend when to an eight year old that particular gift giving time is an 8th of their life!</p><p>Study for a job interview or a Driver's License test, time slows down, but after a great success the days fly by and you remember that day and it has been weeks.<br /></p><p>My mother passed in 2009, time seemed to move quickly and a couple of years later I said to family, "how long has it been she passed?" Yet now, 10 years plus, time is slowing down as I reflect back and miss her, trying to capture old memories and trying to hear her voice again in my head. </p><p>Time is cruel - it is always moving forward and living life with the passage of time, we gain wisdom and experience; looking back on situations with hindsight we wish we could revisit and reverse an inexperienced 'goof' to a more rewarding situation. </p><p>Time is the subject for this article, we move through life so fast and at the end we look back and 'wish we had'.</p><p>As a counselor for over 30 years doing this work, the most asked question is, "what is in the future for me?"</p><p>Trying to live faster than time is moving to get to a result already seen 'by Nancy'.</p><p>So are we living today or in a future event?</p><p>Once many decades back I was in a car accident. I was more a witness than the victim of this accident I knew was to be; time slowed down and to watch (and knew) this on-coming vehicle was to hit me and my passengers. I felt that I was aware and in control of this slowed-down process. </p><p>As the on-coming vehicle hit the cement divider flipped into the air and landed on the hood of the engineer just missing the front glass window. </p><p>After the police arrived they asked me (as I was the driver), "How did you know how to turn the steering wheel? Any other action and you have turned into the other vehicle instead of away from it."</p><p></p><p>I was not sure what happened for me to be able to control those moments, but after that incident I was curious and for decades quizzed over that accident and how I avoided a more severe event. </p><p>I believe that living in the 'moment' is difficult for all of us. To be
fully awake and keen on each minute takes concentration. <br /></p><p>To be aware of the minutes we live and slow down to take charge, to be able to do this actually gives us more time to each minute we live. </p><p>I also discovered that when I've done this purposely, I seem to remember those events more clearly and can recall more details. The accident I spoke of I've not forgotten any detail to this day.</p><p>I believe this has happened to all of us at one-time-or another. For you to experience this phenomenon again, recall when this happened in the past and feel how you experienced this action. </p><p>You'll discover you were in a super-focus moment. To train yourself to do this again, pick an activity that you enjoy. While working, playing or creating in this hobby or activity, focus and pull all your vision and attention to that activity. Become all consuming, you'll find that time slows down and the surrounding room (or location) becomes a blur or you become blind to it.<br /></p><p>Perhaps those precious moments with family, situations of love, joy or achievement can be stretched out to intimately remember every detail and be yours for a lifetime. <br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> <br /></p>Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-23546216990942256092012-01-18T10:55:00.011-07:002022-05-19T12:11:08.696-07:00Did an Angel save me?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: black;">T<span style="font-size: small;">oday is a cooler-winter day, staying in my office rearranging space to set up a second computer just for typing my books. This is a very cool, rebuilt inexpensive computer for straight typing. I explained to someone that it is like giving a hug to an old family grandma, very comfy and dependable.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">In the background I had on some of my favorite recorded TV shows to have on while working. I really don’t focus as much as half listen and when I hear a spiritual word then I’d put my attention to watching.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The show I had on in the background was “Ghostly Encounters” and the segment I was listening to was about a young woman who was on a quest to find her destiny. She and a few friends planned a cross-country trip and with the destination being California. Into the last segment, there was a very close call hitting a guard rail and almost going over the edge. After the close call the young woman found herself standing next to the rail with a glowing white light all around her, which the other men did not see and she explained how she believed she had an “angelic” encounter.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">So here I am sitting at my new typing station listening to how this woman came close to a terrible accident and realized my own close call and the same situation that happened to me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">January 1996 I purchased a house in Pollock Pines off Highway 50, elevation high enough to have blinding winter storms and snows. One of my favorite homes I have lived in, with hard wood floors, patio overlooking the property into a forest. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I wrote my first book in 1994, “Two Worlds: Discovering Your Psychic Skills” and in the late-1990’s I was still actively promoting this book at Barnes & Noble Bookstores. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Looking forward to a book signing on an upcoming weekend and with a storm coming in, I opt to purchase for the first time “studded” tires for my Geo Storm vehicle. I had never purchased this type of tire and went to a trusted tire store in Placerville down the hill from where I lived.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Friday evening three days later, after finishing my book signing at Barnes & Noble, leaving the store the raining had just started coming down. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Closer I got to Shingle Springs the progressively heavier rain lightened up to the softest fresh snow. Thinking I was “OK”, I took a long breath and said to myself, “Safe now.” </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">For those of you who enjoy looking at Google Maps, I drove past Placerville to the direction of “Apple Cafe" night concerns for darting wild life and to miss slower moving vehicles is propriety, and takes full concentration. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">On this faithful night, after having talked for hours and giving psychic information to the crowd, I was now leaving in the dark and somewhat tired. After a two hours’ drive just past Placerville and yet another 1 hour to go, weather I thought was better, I sped up to night driving speed limit. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">As I came around one of those steep uphill curves on Highway 50, I entered a “white out”!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Puzzled at first, wondering how long this white fog would be on the ground. I immediately slowed down, looking behind me for any headlights of someone following me too close, thank goodness I did not see anyone. Another fear would be to hit someone who had stopped long before I entered the white out. My greatest fear was hitting the edge of the freeway and going over a cliff.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">My mind raced to where I was and how far up the incline I had driven. I remember feeling very alone, the inside of the car so dark and outside “nothing to be seen”. I felt like I had driven into a white void, slowing down quickly I glanced around to see any other lights to get my bearings. Nothing. Trying to keep calm, fear was whelming up inside of me, quickly realizing that there were cliffs all along this stretch of freeway. If I were to go over any freeway cement border, I may not be found until family missed me which could be days from this evening.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I searched for my cell phone and touching the passenger seat it was next to me. As I put my hand back on the steering wheel, I had an odd sensation. I could hear nothing! The sound my car engine disappeared, I could not feel the freeway pavement under my tires…</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I was thinking that time had slowed down considerably. What I should do now, how to drive, which way should I turn my wheel? </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I felt this amazing “thump” no sound, just the “thump”.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">In a split second, I felt fear leap within me, my mind raced wondering what was to happen next.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">In my head, I heard “let go”.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Well I did not let go! But, I loosened my grip.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The front right wheel had just hit “something” the steering wheel jerked to the left. My car lifted, jumped up and dipped to the left into the direction of the steering wheel turn. Within what I thought was 100 feet the snow fog disappeared.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I don’t remember the drive to my home. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">As I got to my house, I became anxious and upset. I don’t remember how much sleep or that I slept only after a long-thought recall of the “incident”.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The next day I hurried down to Placerville, turned around and tried to find the place where the “incident’ happened. I remember the area afterward, as the sky had cleared up. I quickly turned around as soon as the opportunity gave me, and watched the edge of the road to see if I could see any marks on the edging.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Noting that only where a car tire could have a “thump” was an edging of about 6 inches, the other side a very steep downward slide to the canyon below. Some trees, I also realized that with all the snow that later fell during the night my car would have been buried for a very long time until the top of my blue car could have been seen.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Again, I turned around down the hill and back to the same area to visually recap what this area looked like. Where the mountain had been cut away for the highway there was a “rise” in the dirt and if I had hit that the headlight and motor would had impacted fiercely. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I drove up the hill to the Apple Café and parked my car. I was stunned. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I turned around again and drove back down to that trusted tire shop. I talked to the “man” who put those tires on. He showed me where the tire had hit the 6 inch cement railing, commenting that there was a grove made but just on the outside of tire studs. And how lucky to have those tires put on my front end drive wheels. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">He turned around, looking at me he remarked, “There must have been someone watching out for you.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">No, you do not forget such an incident. After moving away to a new home in the valley, I watched a TV show on unexplained mysteries. The story was of a young mother and son who had been in an accident in this area of Highway 50 many years earlier. The TV show told of how she had died and the young son who would not leave his dead mother. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">The TV show recounted how a couple of days after they disappeared, this woman’s family had put out an extensive search for her. Local TV news spots showing this woman’s picture, in case someone had seen her to notify the police. A couple driving along this stretch of highway saw a naked woman lying next to the asphalt. Calling the police they found the young woman’s car, she had been dead for days and the young boy was barely holding on. In this TV show the son now later in his teens, contributes his survival on his mother’s soul leaving her body to find someone to rescue him. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I don’t know how many years exactly this accident had happened, though I know it was on the same stretch of highway that my near accident happened. I’ve always wondered if she was my “angel watching over me”. And I'd like to say now in print if it was she, "Thank you."</span></div>
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Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-22724749226865157562011-04-24T14:31:00.000-07:002011-04-24T14:31:07.101-07:00Grieving The Death of Her Cat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">This is a followup to an earlier Blog asking about the outcome of her sick cat. This Bog addresses the subsequent death of this pet.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nancy</span></strong><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">From: "Z" <### @singnet.com.sg><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">To: "Nancy Matz" <nancy@nancymatz.com><o:p></o:p></nancy@nancymatz.com></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Sent: Sunday, April 24, 2011 1:27 AM<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Subject: Re: from Nancy<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">> Dear Nancy,<o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">You were spot on-it's less than 2 months since the vet gave her prognosis.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Even as I'm writing to you now I feel that this house is empty; my family <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> members and I would always look for her when we're home and 'play' with <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> her. But now, the house is reeally empty; you won't find her hiding <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> somewhere in a corner.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> She passed away Saturday 23rd April around 3.30pm. The funny thing is, the <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> day before (Friday) I suddenly felt very worried about her, more worried <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> than usual. I even told my boyfriend Jeffrey.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Then on Saturday itself, I was meeting Kenny (around 1pm) for a 1-nite <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> 'vacation' in a local hotel, but I felt loathe to leave home. I just felt <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> very heavy hearted, like I wanted to stay with my loved ones at home.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> So I wasn't at home when it started happening but my parents called to say <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> around 3pm that she seemed to be dying. I rushed home and was very <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> thankful I managed to see and try comfort her while she was still alive. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> All of us are very grateful we managed to be with her in her last <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> moments.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> I'll never forget the horrible way she went-in fits and spasms. Her body <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> was jerking and she was soo tired and in pain my poor cat. Why did she <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> have to go in pain??<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> I've read that when living creatures 'go' or are 'going' it's supposed to <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> be quite painless, their souls leave their body and they don't feel their <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> physical body anymore. But I'm wondering..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Nancy, I wanted to ask how my darling felt in her last moments but I'm <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> almost afraid to know. Could you let me know where she is now and how/what <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> she is doing? Does she have anything to tell us or any last wishes?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> And if you could, please 'tell' her that we love and miss her sooo much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Thank you Nancy.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">One was a woman who was being beaten to death, her sister pulled her soul </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">from her body so not to feel the event. S</span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">econd example, a man in a coma was standing next to his bed watching the family say </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">hello and then a goodbye.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I have to assume that all "death" events may not even have the soul in the <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In accidents or military events, I have observed the death is so fast that </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">the soul is pushed out of the body very quickly and does not linger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">soul will often watch the body as it is "collected" and sent to hospital.<o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Because you were there for her passing, my sense is that she was on <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">someone's lap.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where you on the ground, sitting with your legs under you? <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">If so, she was sitting on you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was concerned with the "fuss" and looked </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">at her body with curiosity.<o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Spirit people say they are disconnected from the flesh upon leaving and seem </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">not interested.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I can only assume the same for pets or any animal of the </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">fields.<o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Now that she is in spirit, keep her toys around for a while longer.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">She has a human personality not a cat personality.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You raised her as part of </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">your human family, not cat family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She will stay around you for a while. <o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Put some dry food in a her dish to have a place for her to go to and be part </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">of the family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She may not know she is dead for some time.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Don't let people tell you to "get over her" until you are ready.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pets can </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">sense our feelings and will stay while you need them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sense they will </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">wonder around and when they figure they can walk through walls, curiosity </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">will lead them further from home base and you will feel them less and less.<o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Grieving for our pets can and is as painful as losing a close family </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">member.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We put our emotions and feelings to even a greater degree than even </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">to family and friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Enjoy your good memories of her, as you would want </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">others to remember of you.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Your emotions now and how you treat her "things" will remind her of your </span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">love for her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Take care dear "Z" and sleep peacefully now, as your precious kitty is no longer</span><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> suffering.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Nancy<o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-65871917003853456292011-03-27T23:26:00.000-07:002011-03-27T23:26:43.784-07:00Do You Believe in Synchronicity?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">How many times has something come together so amazingly that you question if it happened that way or not. Ever decide to go one way and then got an impulse to go the opposite way?<br />
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For the last couple of weeks I have been aiming my errands in the direction of our local Home Depot. After moving into our current home we purchased a door bell that you plug into the hall way to be better heard from center of the house. During the past year, my husband and I would hear the bell go off and realized that no one would be at the door. <br />
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Just a month ago, the couple next door put their house on the market to sell. And my goodness the doorbell rang so much more! I connected the bell ringing to the visual of a couple being shown the house for purchase. Goodness we had purchased the same door bell and ring frequency! I needed to talk to Home Depot staff people on how to re-program my front door bell. <br />
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I have had a few opportunities to cross town and go to Home Depot, yet when at that point of driving over there something would come up and stop me.<br />
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Today I DROVE over there and walked into the store! Determined and tired of hearing that doorbell go off! I walked up and down the rows and could not find the doorbell isle. A little frustrated I circled around looking for someone with the Home Depot badge. In the middle section of store I see a man talking to a customer. Waiting patiently until they were done talking he turned my way and I asked for a direction. I felt once I found the doorbells I would make a decision to either buy another one or see if there were instructions on back of a package to see if changing the frequency was possible.<br />
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I told “Dave”, he had a name badge, what my issue was and he said he had no problem showing me the section. <br />
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As were walking a 40’ish taller blond lady waved and said hello. She twirled around and raced back toward me. I clearly was distracted, and did not pay attention to looking at her as I was concentrating on doorbells! <br />
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She grabbed Dave’s arms and almost yelling said, “Dave this is Nancy the one I told you about! She is the one that can help you.” <br />
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Ok, now think about this…on what day did both of these people work? That I would pick the one staff employee who had been told about me by a client I’d assisted about 5 months earlier? <br />
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And then to add, that she would be on her way to the ladies room from her Customer Help Desk in the front of the store, and just happen to encounter me talking to the one person she shared her experience talking to spirit people.<br />
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Now tell me, do you believe in Synchronicity? Or, should we believe that spirit people “know” the future and they are the ones who create synchronicity to facilitate the heavenly outcome that was always meant to be?<br />
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What do you believe is the true nature of Synchronicity?<br />
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</div>Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-60312329913296237522011-03-06T21:19:00.002-07:002011-03-09T14:50:54.535-07:00For the Love of Her Cat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This is an e-mail reading from a client in China. I have been her "psychic" for several years and last week, she wrote asking for a short session on her beloyed sick cat. My answer to her question is first and then her reply is second. <br />
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Hello Z, <br />
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I have seen friends grieve over losing a pet, as losing a family member. There can and is great love for our pets and my heart goes out to you with your forthcoming passing of this cat.<br />
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She will become less tolerant of attention as times passes. She wants me to think that she is uncomfortable and perhaps not easy to touch. Allow her to determine how much holding she wants, if in discomfort perhaps she wants to be stroked, not necessarily held in arms. Let her guide you in this.<br />
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She is aware something is wrong, yet in her mind I sense she only lives day-to-day mentally, not aware of final day coming. This is clearly a blessing.<br />
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Yet, we hear of animals (dogs) running away to crawl to a hiding place to die. This indicates a knowing of some sort, yet I do not know how to explain this.<br />
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If she is an indoor cat only and this is an end-day storyline for her, give her a place in the house like a partial open closet or hiding place for a bed. A place she can go when she does not feel good or she can hide when she wants, or as in running away to pass. This seems to be the way with those who share stories of the death of a pet.<br />
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I'd like to brace you, though the vets feel it might be six months, I feel sooner.<br />
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Like I said earlier, she may show more "leave me alone" attitude, do not feel she loves you less. The only way I can sense this, is a sharper change in personality coming.<br />
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I do have a sense from her of wanting to eat, so she shows me something that looks like warm oat meal? Remember when you had your last cold, your body partially shuts down to sleep; this is how I sense your cat.<br />
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Let me know when she passes. In this house that we have lived for 13 months, there is a spirit of an older woman (the original owner was a 90ish yr. old woman who passed 4 yrs. later) AND as my husband describes either a small dog but more likely a spirit cat. He says he can feel this cat jumping on the big chair he is sitting. He even had me one night feel the outline of this spirit animal on the headrest of the couch he was sitting. Shocked no, surprised and amazed yes. <br />
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After she passes do not be surprised or shocked that she may choose to continue to live with you. If you have a chance to feel her spirit, stroke the outline of her, she will be aware! <br />
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Nancy<br />
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Her Reply...<br />
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Hi Nancy,<br />
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Thanks for trying your best to ensure I get your reading. <br />
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I too, feel that she'll go quite soon, less than 6 months-maybe 3 or 4. <br />
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And yes, I'm already grieving because she'd have been a part of my life for 16 years already this June. It feels cruel to me and my parents to be losing yet another family member(after my sister). We don't want to keep anymore pets after her because we don't think we can go through this pain again.<br />
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I am very happy she's not aware her final day is coming; yes, this is a blessing indeed. <br />
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I have also heard that yes, animals go to a quiet secret place to die.<br />
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We sometimes feed her her special 'kidney disease' diet with water and forcefeed her when she doesn't seem to be eating. The mixture does look like oatmeal.<br />
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Can she actually feel our emotions? I'm asking you this because I feel she doesn't like or love me much, when I actually love her lots; just that I'm stern with her sometimes.<br />
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She's already a very grouchy cat by nature; I wonder how much grouchier she'll get!<br />
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I'll let you know when she passes.<br />
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"Z..."</div>Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-74435108732169022102011-01-17T23:37:00.000-07:002011-01-17T23:37:17.952-07:00Desperate Times Searching for Spiritual Help“Please Help Me!” <br />
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Hi Nancy,<br />
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Financial problems here are not improving, so I'm trying to sell what little I shipped here on Ebay. Stuff may not even sell at give-away prices. When one prays to the universe or a god, or uses witchcraft spells, do people use those ways to bring money to them successful? I am under the impression that to bring something into your life, like more money, requires keeping that thought foremost in your consciousness, like chanting. <br />
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I have had much trouble fighting depression and negative thoughts. Do you think if I chant and pray constantly "Abundance of money come to me" that it will have any effect besides temporarily displacing the negative thoughts? <br />
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I asked you recently about your using astral projection with time travel to get lottery numbers. Do you have a spirit guide who is not stuck in our time frame? Can you ask that spirit for lottery numbers? Or will that spirit refuse to do such a thing? I tried connecting with my guide and NONE of the numbers I got showed up as a winner. Is it a matter of that they can't do it or won't do it? All of these self-help gurus claim you just have to keep what you want in the forefront of your thoughts. Is that all bullshit?<br />
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Is there really such a thing as luck? I don't know what to believe in anymore. What do you believe in?<br />
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Love, Janet<br />
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My Reply….<br />
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Just Wednesday I bought my first Mega Lotto ticket, my first one in a long time. I always figured I had just too much competition to win. Yet, someone has to. Just this past week a couple in a mature age group and a younger woman split 355 million - someone had to win.<br />
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Clearly, hoping and wanting to win just to clear up financial is not enough. I talked with a friend and we talked about visualization, creating a vision of you in a situation after 'winning'. I asked my husband to tell me what he would do, "Pay off bills". I replied, "Then you may not win." The reason is that he has a non-visional event. Talking again, I asked what he would do if he won, “Take a real vacation that would be more than 3-5 days, perhaps two weeks!” Then I said for him to visualize feeling himself sitting on his favorite beach.<br />
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I'd like to think our spirit people are always around and helping us in our life progress. I clearly do not receive lotto numbers. Do I block getting these numbers or that spirit is not allowed to give them? Cosmic rules? Wish I had answers to those questions. Wouldn’t I be popular if I could come up with winning numbers!<br />
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Then do we want to believe that the universe is assisting us, in directing us to that which we choose before birth? <br />
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Perhaps as a soul you choose this life to experience the trials you are going through? Perhaps how easy you can emotionally survive these obstacles.<br />
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No, I am not disappointed with our spirit friends for not helping all of us out in these regression times. Like you, I had to get creative with promoting my business. <br />
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I think you are amazing, what a change in your lives. How you sacrificed your “retirement treasures” on eBay.<br />
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Last night on a BlogTalkRadio Show I was a guest, someone asked me about life and how hard it has been, why something was happening. I replied that I wished I had all the answers, that a possible explanation living past lives is a very real possibility. If that is so, then we “choose” each life time? That the struggles are what we are wanting to experience? To experience, then what, I guess to see how we handle each situation and “feel” all the emotions involved? This is so hard to understand, let alone believe. My father was killed when I was only six, my sister Bonnie was only five, and he was only 33 years old. That is a hard bill to swallow if we choose our lives.<br />
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I do believe that what we have of limited free will is to choose to look at adversity with calmness or anxiety. <br />
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I told a client, who had passed the 99 week limit on unemployment, what else are you doing today, tonight or weekends to find a job? This individual just did not work hard enough when money safe, but waited until the last couple of months to put forth the true effort to find a job.<br />
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Does this make your trials easier, not necessarily, did I give you the “fix” no. You clearly had put forth amazing amount of effort to find work even to move across the United States.<br />
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I have a friend who moved out of a marriage and moved into a small trailer owned by her parents. Lived as cheaply as possible until her savings grew, she recently admitted to me that this was the best and easiest she had lived since high school.<br />
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As you’ve read I did not give you instant fixes. <br />
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Recovery from “loss and grief” will take as long as you were in the “suffering mode”. Keep this in mind as realistic for complete mental recovery. Many clients I have talked to were told they had the same emotional symptoms as Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome. You have had one “adrenal rush” after another as a soldier fighting for his life on a battle field. After a while the “adrenal rushes” weaken us, causing constant fear wondering when the next event will happen. When you are emotionally “fried” even forgetting the smallest chore will sent off an unhealthy adrenal rush. <br />
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The key to surviving your economic crisis until life turns around is to calm down your nervous system and your mind; allowing you to think through situations to decisions necessary for economic and emotional recovery. <br />
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The first step to calming down is to take three controlled breaths; thinking of taking a breath in, counting to ten and then letting this breath out. Repeat this process three times. You cannot do a thoughtful controlled breath and think at the same time. I’d recommend using this whenever you start feeling an adrenal rush starting. <br />
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When calm enough to meditate, ask your spirit family to gentle nudge you to a better economic situation for “your higher and greater good” to learn your chosen life lessons. At that point “surrender” to the universe that this new direction is shown to you.<br />
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The last step is to trust and surrender, then “watch for signs” of your spirit family nudging you back on tract. Now you’ve learned to watch for “signs” you will also be more alert for any new opportunity that is supposed to be on your direct path for money making.<br />
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That my friend, though not easy, is the first steps to getting back on track to an emotional and economically healthy life.<br />
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Janet please practice these steps and hopefully some answers will come swiftly, or watch as one step leads then to another. I personally have noticed after an unexpected chain of events ending to a request made many months earlier. <br />
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Please keep in touch my friend,<br />
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Nancy<br />
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916-773-1657Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-58890022843586951282011-01-14T11:19:00.004-07:002011-01-22T14:52:50.255-07:00“Is My Dad Here?” Elois’ NDE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Sitting down for a noon dinner with our friends.<br />
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This is one of those dinners, where the dinner is an excuse to sit with friends and share stories. Elois has known me since the late 1990’s. She owned an old Pub in “Old Roseville CA” she came to visit with me to discuss some decisions whether to keep the pub and to date a new man in her life.<br />
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Elois and her new man “Tim” did eventually marry, she sold her Pub and they bought a RV to travel around the country.<br />
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Around four years of traveling her Lupus flared up, after consulting her doctors she needed to sell the motor home and purchase a home to settle down. She picked Surprise AZ, a subdivision near major hospitals and medical care.<br />
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After settling, in Elois was given strong medicine to assist her tolerating Lupus. There were paintful side effects, she was suffering water retention and fluid in her lungs.<br />
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Elois awakens one night with severe pressure on her chest and labored breathing. She slips out of bed, goes to the front room and sits on the coach. Sitting makes her breathing easier, she tries to calm down. Heaviness building on her chest, her breathing is difficult. She awakens her husband and says she needs to go to the hospital. <br />
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Getting to the hospital, waiting room is filled. Though no visible open wounds and bleeding, just labored breathing, the staff evaluate that there are more serious ‘walk-ins’ to be treated first. Four hours later Elois asks that her husband to talk to staff. The staff dismisses the husband’s urgency and suggests they wait until the next day when she could see her regular doctor.<br />
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She tells her husband to take her home to die.<br />
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As he helps her into the car, she stops breathing.<br />
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He runs urgently into the emergency room yelling, “My wife is dying!”<br />
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The doctors ‘on call’ rush Elois into the treatment room, she is dying.<br />
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Tim rushes around to hold her hand, the doctors saying the labored breathing was caused by fluid in the lungs causing lung failure.<br />
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And then, panic in the OR. Tim is pushed back a little as the mayhem continues. As the machines show no heart beat the noises of the machines escalate.<br />
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Elois’ last thoughts were of reaching for Tim and saying Good Bye. She reached for him with her left arm, and suddenly she was looking down on a room of people hovering around a body on the table “below”. <br />
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Bewildered, she was delighted that she was without pain. She was not sensing ‘breathing’ but she felt great. Recognizing Tim below and the startling fact that the ‘body’ was her on the table she came to the conclusion perhaps she was dead. A feeling of sadness overcame her that she was leaving Tim her husband. A curious thought came into her head, she wondered what was next. <br />
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Looking away from the group of people below, she realized she had floated to what would have been the ceiling level of the room. She did not see any ceiling or walls. There was a graying mists surrounding her and what she thought blocking her from seeing the perimeter of the room. Almost without blinking human forms appeared. She could not tell men from women, though she could see non-descript arms and legs. The entire, group as she glanced around, were around 30 people. Such a large group of people she thought, and how odd they all seem very happy and they were waving at her. <br />
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I asked her about this, what was she sensing from this waving? Where they saying hello or good bye? “No, just happy” she said. She quickly decided she wanted to stay, especially since it appeared she was dead. She assumed this was, naturally, the next step. As soon as this thought came into her mind a thought, “You cannot stay” came just as quickly.<br />
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Sadness, she replied, “Why?” The thought came to her that she had much more life yet to experience, and that she needed to go back to her husband.<br />
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Looking down she realized she wanted to go back to her husband, Tim.<br />
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“Just one thing, before I go back, is my father here?” She asked. In the direction of the entrance door to this OR room, several shadows back from the front row of these spirit people an arm lifted up and waved to her. <br />
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“Just an arm” I said? <br />
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“It is all I needed” she replied. “It was his arm, with the hand and shirt sleeve I would recognize.”<br />
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“At that moment I realized I was in such pain! I was back into my body.” <br />
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Not knowing how long she was out of her body or what had happened, she managed to turn her head and look at Tim.<br />
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Later in recovery, she told Tim in her last moments before “dying” she had wanted to touch Tim one last time. “Did you see that I was reaching for you to hold my hand?” she asked.<br />
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Time replied that she had made no such gesture. Amazed because she clearly remember the gesture and seeing her arm reach for Tim. Now she realized that it was her “spirit arm”.<br />
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Tim told her of the drama in the OR room, how she had coded. <br />
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This incident was the first of two ‘events’ for Elois. The second ‘dying moment’ did not include such a detailed NDE. She often wonders why, but perhaps the first was to let her know that she needed to stay and experience more life with Tim.<br />
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Tim commented at our noon dinner, that Elois is always happy and laughs a lot. There is no fear of death, but an increase to be appreciative of life.<br />
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There will be several more amazing “Elois” stories coming, please check back to this blog to read about her Angel Visitations!</div>Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-34005677300801114902010-12-31T16:17:00.000-07:002010-12-31T16:17:31.594-07:00The Love Affair that Spanned Lifetimes<strong>He laid on the gurney, young dark haired man. 20ish and fresh faced, he barely looked over 14. The two young nurses barely out of their teens both fall in love with him. He was tall and would use each girl to lean on as he learned to steady himself and walk on crippled legs. The war was harsh, medical treatment in 1917 on a battle field was swift and merciless but saved his life.</strong><br />
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<strong>The call came out that a new wave of patients were coming. One of the girls volunteers to go help load the patients into the wooden wagons. </strong><br />
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<strong>She never came back. </strong><br />
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<strong>The surviving nurse and the young man eventually marry and they forget the other nurse.</strong><br />
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<strong>Paula was born in the 1950’s and in her 40’s experienced her first psychic reading. The Medium turns to her and asks, “Who is Liz?”</strong><br />
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<strong>Paula replies she is not aware of anyone in spirit with the name of Liz or Elizabeth.</strong><br />
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<strong>The Medium then says, “She wants to say Hi.”</strong><br />
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<strong>At the time of this reading, Paula and I had been friends for a few years, she told me all about the session and that the Medium talked about a “Liz”.</strong><br />
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<strong>Paula had recently divorced and looked forward to dating again. A year later she met a new man and started a relationship. </strong><br />
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<strong>After they had gone on a few dates, he mentioned that he was a widow, and that his deceased wife’s name was “Liz”.</strong><br />
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<strong>Confused and anxious she tells me and wants to know why and how this “Liz” would know her and had wanted to say “Hello”.</strong><br />
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<strong>I suggested a Past-Life Regression. A month later, spring 1999, Paula drove up to my house in Pollock Pines CA for this session.</strong><br />
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<strong>Anxious but curious, we start.</strong><br />
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<strong>She sees a white tent, she and her best friend are nurses. The “War to end all Wars” is taking a huge toll of life. The girls have left school in the French country side and volunteered to be nurses on the fringe of the battle fields. Within days of this assignment, they were both given a young patient to tend to. They both fell in love with him. Having taken turns picking up wounded men, it was Paula’s turn to go to the field. She remembers lifting the arm of a young soldier when everything went black.</strong><br />
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<strong>She pauses and seems confused and frustrated that she is not with the young soldier whom she loves. Her voice quickens and she says, “My friend will love the man.”</strong><br />
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<strong>In this in- between life place, I asked her if she recognized any of those people in this current lifetime. She quickly replied, “My new boyfriend is that young soldier and it is now my turn to love him. In this lifetime, his first wife was my best friend from the battlefield. Elizabeth was her name then, and they have finished a contract now.”</strong><br />
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<strong>I did record that session and we talked about it in length. We realized that it is now her turn to love the young soldier in this lifetime. Her friend Elizabeth came during a session with a Medium, to bring forth a hidden memory of a lifetime they had shared together.</strong><br />
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<strong>This silent trigger had to be given for Paula to want to investigate and resolve the mystery of “who is Liz?”</strong><br />
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<strong>Yep, Paula did marry her new boyfriend; it was her time to love him. </strong>Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-45908765729553258612010-12-18T23:14:00.000-07:002010-12-18T23:14:24.206-07:00Size of the Universe and Your ProblemReceived a call from my friend, she talked to me about how difficult her week had been. She is very spiritual and enjoys talking to me about anything spirit or ghost like.<br />
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We both “know” that we live past death, and still we debate all the particulars about the After Life.<br />
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We all have problems nowadays with the economy being so bad. Jobs are few and our hardships remind us every day how we wish our lives were easier and better.<br />
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Even I need to be reminded that our journey here is very short, very tough most of the time, and it is our choice to learn or surrender to the emotional demons we create in our minds.<br />
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How many of you over think a problem, your heart races and the issue becomes a big green-eyed dragon?<br />
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To believe in an After Life, is to also believe that we choose to be a particular person, and the lessons to be learned in that lifetime. This was a hard concept for me to accept. I did not believe in reincarnation until my grandson had me draw a picture of him 10 ½ months before he was born. When I drew his picture 6-6-1990, I asked who he would belong to and I was shown the figure of my daughter. I then heard the words, “A selection has been made. “ August 1990 my daughter calls me and says she is 45 days pregnant. <br />
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To accept this principle means that each life with all the problems is selected. Yes, I’ve had a tough road; I have walked on a bed of broken glass just like you!<br />
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I have learned to “surrender” to life’s hard times. With that concept, “I will survive it!” And I did have cancer at 39, so I have had the fear of Death given to me.<br />
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When I can’t easily “surrender” I use the 30 second visual exercise below to calm my big green-eyed dragon. Actually this is my favorite and because of my talk with Karen.<br />
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When you are in a stressful spot, I’d like to ask you to incorporate a three-step breathing technique to calm down enough to create a place in your mind for the next step. Remember we cannot think and control our breathing at the same time.<br />
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Did you see Shirley MacLaine’s movie “Out on a Limb” 1987? It was a story of her life; but, I want to bring to your attention a great scene where she is in a hot tub closes her eyes and she zooms up through the sky to the moon! This is called astral projection, and when you leave your body many times the traveler can see the cord of their spirit attached to both the living body and the traveling astral body. Most people travel during their dreams without even realizing it. Have you ever crashed during the middle of the night and a big-jerking motion awakens you absolutely completely. Well in my world that is called a “Crash Landing!”<br />
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Now let us take that first step and control your breaths for three long inhales and exhales. Think about each action, breathing in – hold your breath – slowly let out your breath, repeat three times.<br />
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Now visualize your astral self, leave your body at the top of your shoulders, as though a magnet is pulling you through space. Pull up through the clouds to just beyond the last level of air on our planet, looking down marvel how blue the oceans are and the outlines of the land masses below you.<br />
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Pull yourself up further to the level of our moon, looking down at the earth and marvel at the “marble” look of the clouds and how blue the oceans are.<br />
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You are flying now as through a magic magnet is pulling ever so fast. You’ve gone past Saturn; looking back to the Sun you are unable to see our beautiful blue Earth.<br />
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Further past Pluto, pulling faster away from our galaxy you are now looking down and seeing the Sun only as a bright light. <br />
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You witness the constellation in which we are part of and the wonders of the immerse universe and infinite expanse of creation itself.<br />
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Now tell me, how big is your problem?Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-6793377990578876112010-12-17T08:03:00.001-07:002010-12-17T08:06:49.180-07:00The Angel And The LoversAround 2001, Kim told me the below story. As I typed this story for you, I recapped it the best I can remember. I have changed the names to protect her and her privacy.<br />
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Kim relayed this event to me several years ago and has contemplated the “what if” outcome since then.<br />
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I had been single for several years and when I met Rick, I completely fell for him.<br />
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Yes, we had differences, but we each felt we were a good matched and ready for the next step. That is I thought so. As the discussion of commitment came up, it was clear that I was ready and he was not.<br />
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I became short-tempered and found myself not wanting to continue the relationship and waste no more time with him. <br />
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One of Rich’s favorite pastimes was to attend off-road vehicle races. One particular weekend we went to Plymouth California for an event. Hot, dry and noisy the crowds were mulling about between the big race events. <br />
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I was trying to be attentive to him, but found myself holding his hand and just looking around while he talked to his friends.<br />
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I had my left shoulder to his right shoulder and turned to look around. I am looking down at the dirt ground and noticed a man standing a little too close facing me. I look up quickly and a very tall man in a dark suit is looking directly at me!<br />
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I am 6’ tall with the boots I was wearing; this man was at least 6’2” and I looked directly into his eyes and gasped. He was very good looking, long blond-white semi-straight hair with blue as the sky eyes. He was young looking probably around my age (30ish), yet he so stood out in this crowd with a dark blue suit on.<br />
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I probably stood there with my mouth open, and all I could say was, “Hello?” As though I did not know what I should say next. I thought to myself, “This man is really handsome!” Yet here I stood holding Richard’s hand, I felt guilty.<br />
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He spoke, “Do you love him? You need to tell him.” <br />
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I couldn’t believe my eyes or my ears. I turned quickly around to get Richard’s attention, pulling on his arm to get him to face me.<br />
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As he did, I said, “This man here…” Turning around to look at him again, he was gone. I franticly looked around, he was really gone! 10 seconds and he is not within visual? With hair like that and a blue suit, he would really be seen easily. <br />
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Richard tugged on my arm again and asked, “What did you want?”<br />
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Looking back at Richard I said, “There was a tall blond man there! Now he is gone!”<br />
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He turned back and continued his conversation with his friends. I stood there dumbfounded and misbelieving my eyes. Now what do I make of this? <br />
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I should mention here that I am a policewoman, and not prone to missing details.<br />
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I did not tell Richard I loved him. I had been backing off and so did he, within a month we stopped seeing each other.<br />
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I believe that this was an Angel visitation, telling me I’d lose him if I did not speak up. In my mind, we were on two different paths and I had been in similar situations before that led nowhere.<br />
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Did I miss my chance with the man I was meant to be with? To the unborn children that were never conceived?<br />
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Several years later I met someone new. We dated three years, and then got married. <br />
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I’ve always wondered what role that “Angel” was meant to have in my life. I wonder how my life would have been if I had told Richard I loved him. I take it that the “Angel” implied our relationship would have had a different outcome. Would that “Angel” come back into my life again, I guess I’ll never know.Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-38633003333772266412010-11-30T19:26:00.004-07:002010-12-19T21:11:45.759-07:00Relationship Issue #2 What Would You Do?<strong>This story is about woman married and divorced once years earlier to an over-baring controlling man, she had to work two jobs to get her life back on track. </strong><br />
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<strong>Single after many years, she meets an on-and-off working man. They hit it off right away. They date, he needs a place to live, and he asks and she accepts his moving into her house. </strong><br />
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<strong>Off and on she calls me and asks whether this relationship will continue.</strong><br />
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<strong>Each time we would talk she would speak of their arguments and how angry he would get. I would press what was the reason for his anger? She would say, “For many different reasons.” </strong><br />
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<strong>Within a month she calls and says her relationship is over. Wow, really? And I ask why. She then tells me the truth, “He was now a recovering alcoholic, almost three months.” He was trying to get her to stop her drinking. </strong><br />
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<strong>He moves out. He immediately finds another woman and moves into her house. Her heart is broken when she is told he has a new lady. She is angry and jealous and feels he betrayed her. </strong><br />
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<strong>My client was told she must take “mandatory forced days off” each month and could not afford her bills. She loses her house to foreclosure.</strong><br />
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<strong>A very close friend rallies around her and offers her monies for a manufactured home in a local subdivision. She now has a wonderful opportunity and a great home for a great price. She is very happy.</strong><br />
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<strong>A month after she moves into her house, her “Ex” calls her and says he has made a mistake. </strong><br />
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<strong>The logical answer would be for her to tell him she is done. Easy for us, but she is in love with him. She enjoys her wine, even if she does have 2 or 3 glasses a night. She is in her mid-fifties and is entitled. She understands his need to stop drinking.</strong><br />
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<strong>He is willing to allow her drinking, but he will not always look away. When out and about he will insist she not drink and cause him to have urges to drink.</strong><br />
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<strong>She does not want to struggle. She wants to stop missing him. </strong><br />
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<strong>Here is how this stands as of today: </strong><br />
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They have continued to see each other just off and on for last few couple of months. She did not allow him to move into her new "beginnings", especially since he was not in her life at the time of purchase and moving in. <br />
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They see each other very infrequently. My impression is that he will end it.Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-21172922859052579472010-11-02T09:35:00.003-07:002010-11-02T13:50:25.687-07:00Dating Disasters<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ladies, this is the official kick-off for my book on "Are You Dating Again?" Especially for the mid-life to later single lady searching for love and companionship. </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sounds like the above lady should give up dating. Crazy as it seems, we are hard-wired to seek out a mate, have offspring and fight for survival. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I get it, we get born, live, flourish and then give up the ghost.</span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Even a little humor cannot deter that we must live, flourish and survive dating and finding someone we can trust. In the days of the “Cave Man Era”, finding a mate was paramount to survival for a woman and offspring. This notion has not changed!</span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Over years of helping both men and women seek and identify their special life partner, it is clear that one must prioritize who they are as a person. What their true life direction is, to select the correct life partner.</span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In subsequent articles I will break down the how and how not to select, date and then succeed in a relationship. This will be funny at times and at other times uncomfortable; but to be successful, we must stretch and bend our thinking processes to learn about our potential partner and be very clear how “They will enhance our Life”. That is the truth to a successful relationship, to know oneself and be clear to who and what our path in life is and to bring a partner to balance and enhance our journey.</span></div><br />
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As usual, getting ready for an event of any kind is time consuming and I need to be careful not to forget products, tapes, recorder, flyers, etc. Of course after 20 years of doing events, every once in a while, I wonder how many I will do before it becomes too much work. <br />
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Until I get to the event and unpack and start saying hello to everyone, only then I feel relaxed and excited to have the day begin. Over the years, many good events and a few not so good, always I am very grateful to have spirit kind bring those people to me who can hear my words my way to facilitate their personal journey. If I were to worry that I’ve have a few clients and watch others who have many, puts my Ego in front of Divine direction. I cannot give help to those who cannot hear my words.<br />
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Over the years, I’ve received many ‘thank you’ notes and on my web site I do have a page for just ‘Testimonials’. Yet, I personally struggle with the Free Will idea; or, do we have a written story for our lives and life is already pre-designed? Free Will vs. Destiny how and why does that choice or decision exists for us? Do we live just in each second of life, making each moment truly just our own thought and choice? Over the years, I have seen the yet to be born to a grandmother, a move for a couple describing their dream retirement home or to a budding actress her secret wish to be famous. Having an Engineering background, I strive to interpret the future as carefully as I can. To think I have the power to predict a non-fallible future is wrong and I cannot think I am that important. The information I receive of a future event, needs to be embraced by the client to help the future to happen if desired; and if not so, whatever free will we do have to re-shape their future to suit their life needs.<br />
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What if a predicted future event is not your choice or within your control? Does the Divine Universe, work through us to soften the blow of an event not desired? Is it possible that certain events may be not emotionally survivable for some people unless forewarned? That statement is so huge that if we could have prepared would we want to know? <br />
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I will not forget the grandmother who came to visit me in 1992, very stately and proper lady. She brought her close friend to keep her company while she sat with me for a session. Her concern was masked with other ‘ordinary concerns’ about her life and that of her business. While we were talking, she casually asked about a 15 months old granddaughter who seemed to be struggling with her health. She low-keyed asking about the outcome of her illness. In my mind I was show the 2nd week in February 1993, assuming a positive outcome I said that a turning point would occur (I told her that date) and that I hoped for the best for her.<br />
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This graceful lady took in her breath and finished her time with me and left. At the end of February she called and asked to visit me. She told me that she was braced for the worse as the doctors had predicted. Knowing that the end of this child’s life was soon as the doctors would not and could not guarantee a survival for this child. So this lady left knowing that the week given to her was of a negative and not a positive outcome. She came to tell me that this time to prepare was good for her to see and understand that a date was already seen and could not be changed at least not by her. This precious granddaughter passed the 2nd week of February 1993. This was told to me with grace and a ‘Thank you’. Not one I was expecting, and up to a short time after I moved to Tucson from Sacramento “Carol” had been a continual client. She also sought out my ‘opinion’ to how her mother was doing and the length of her ‘illness’ and then after ‘Mother’ passed how she was doing with her family on the other side.<br />
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Now to tell you the story that prompted me to write this blog. The below dialog was told to my husband after my lecture, at the September 26th Psychic Fair in Tucson. A woman walked up to him and told him about her session that I gave her at the last psychic fair held in late spring. <br />
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Evidently, I had an opportunity to talk to a woman about her life, ranch and casually mentioned an up-coming trip. I vaguely remember this woman, perhaps she was the lady that had the light-brown hair and wearing the light-leather jacket.<br />
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We discussed her business and I spontaneously told her of an upcoming trip. Where she would fly and have a ‘brown suitcase’ of significant importance. Very strange for me to say, “For some reason the brown suitcase was important.” She got a little excited and stated that she would not go on any trip, especially one at this time that she was not planning. I was surprised at her resistance and she stated she had too many horses and dogs on this ranch to leave to do any traveling.<br />
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I vaguely remember thinking why did I bring this up, since she did not ask about any travel plans. <br />
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August 31st there was an unfortunate Crane accident in Oklahoma, one man was killed and another man injured when something fell from the crane hitting them both. The man who died from his injuries was part of this woman’s immediate family. <br />
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Grieving family and the stress of taking care of details this woman made immediately plans to travel to Oklahoma. <br />
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Taking care of the plane ticket, her man friend came to see her and after explaining what had occurred she started fretting that she had no luggage for the trip. It just so happened that this man had in his truck a suitcase and offered it to her for her trip. Gladly accepting, he went out to his vehicle and came in with a ‘brown suitcase’. <br />
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At that moment, the woman recalled my prediction and, “Oh my God! The trip!” came immediately into her mind. To further this prediction and the "importance of this suitcase," that while at the airport both wheels came off this large suitcase and she ended up dragging that suitcase all over the airports.<br />
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Why and how did I pick up this trip? Clearly on her time-line I probably picked up this ‘emotional’ incident, but why did I feel the immediate need to tell her of this trip? I believe that the universe ‘made’ me see this, her spirit people directed her to talk to me. She could have chosen anyone else at this event, but she chose me and I told her of this ‘trip’. The bottom line is that this ‘death’ was divinely programmed to happen; she emotionally was able to deal with this event and the crisis of her suffering family. <br />
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She finished telling this story to my husband and that she offered to write this up for my "Testimonials".<br />
If you are interested in reading what I have received from other clients, please go to <a href="http://www.nancymatz.net/testimonials.html">www.NancyMatz.net/testimonials.html</a><br />
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This couple originally met as singles. She was left by her husband and He had already separated from his wife. <br />
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Her husband asked that he be given another chance, there were still children at home and she felt it would not be fair to the children to say ‘no’. Her husband immediately moved back home. <br />
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The man reconsidering that he was not dating anyone, and that his ‘ex-wife-to-be’ was giving him ‘grief’ running his family business, also decided to move back home. <br />
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Meantime, husband that moved back home did not give up ‘girlfriend’ and was found out. Again, he moved out and filed for divorce.<br />
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My client kept getting calls from this man asking how she is going, while her husband files for divorce and the drama of dealing with the divorce and children.<br />
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They have pleasant communication and she sees him as kind and caring.<br />
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His business gets back on track and he tells Her that He and his wife tolerate each other to make the business do well.<br />
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After the divorce, my client had lost some weight and had some ‘cosmetic work done’. She decides she is ready to date again.<br />
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Man talks to woman, before she finds a new dating partner, and proclaims undying love for her.<br />
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Fresh out of the divorce she welcomes him into her life, because man claims ‘he is in a loveless marriage’. Two years later, woman decides she wants a ‘potential relationship that will go to marriage’. She decides she prefers marriage to being single and says to the man, “When, if ever, do you plan on leaving your love-less marriage?” <br />
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He admits it will be difficult to leave because he has not set up the family business with someone else handling his wife's services and book keeping. He travels for his business, out of state often and for now cannot see his way free. He does add that he loves her and that before two more years are up he will leave his wife.<br />
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Up to this point, their on-and-off romance has lasted 5 years. She works, has no other boyfriends and sees her man once or twice a month whenever he can slip away.<br />
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She has advanced with her company, oldest of her two children has moved off to college and the youngest child has two more years of high school and eventually plans to move out. She sees her personal life shift where children kept her busy, seeing this man ever so often was good enough.<br />
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She is now 43 years old and within two years will be completely free of family responsibilities. She is thinking that a husband to share life with her is what she desires for her long-range plans.<br />
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She tells man, to be honest and give her his plans on leaving his loveless marriage. They talk, fight, cry and make-up several times over the next two years. He seems to have crisis after crisis, either travel out of state, illness of wife’s mother and then his mother. This takes up the next two years.<br />
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He proclaims love for her, calls and whispers sweet nothings, she calms down with him. She calls me to say he told her that he was ready to move out.<br />
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We are now at year 7 of this relationship. She is now 45 years old and youngest child is deciding to spend the 1st year of college at a local JC, to live at home and save money. Man tells woman, “How can I move in with you, since you still has a child at home?” Woman comes back and says, “What an apartment of your own is not good enough?” Conversation goes back and forth; she admits to him that he should get divorced before immediately moving in with her.<br />
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Year 8, promises made and broken, frustration of getting older and not seeing this man more than twice a month has left her lonely and frustrated.<br />
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She confronts him and questions him of her true role in his life. He does love her and proclaims his life lost without her. Within in a few days, text’s to her that he may never be able to be the man she wants him to be. That at this time in his life, he cannot divorce his wife and break up his business, clearly the wife’s involvement in his business would cause them to bankrupt, if he had to split it with wife.<br />
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So, what would you reply to this man if you were this woman? Remember she does love him.<br />
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Leave your comments below. I’ll let you know what this woman decides to do next, as this story is still unfolding.Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-76305196435906700452010-09-19T23:33:00.004-07:002010-12-17T08:16:14.162-07:00"On a Clear Day You Can See Forever"<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><strong>A couple of days ago, I received a call from a new client, he gave me his last name as ‘Nelson’ and I commented back to him that my maiden name was also ‘Nelson’.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>I walked out of my office to talk to my husband, and let him know I was going to the Post Office. He was cleaning out his lunch box, and I asked how the night before work had gone and if he had received any tips for his part-time airport taxi service. He had received a very minimal tip from a couple of elderly people. We talked for a new minutes and I said he would appreciate any ‘tip’ because most careers are ‘tip not-included’ in salary. </strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>So feeling confident that I have earned my income, I took hold of mail and keys in hand and headed to the car.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Turning off the engine I rushed back into the house and told this story to my husband. Breathless I put together my thoughts of my Dad and the timing of Mr. Nelson asking for a session just as I would log his name next to the name of the movie, “On a Clear Day”.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>I thanked my ‘Dad’, Bruce Nelson, for visiting me that day, for moving me ever so slightly to get to the car just in time to hear that song. We all need to be validated for our life’s work. I wasn’t aware that I needed to be reminded, but as with all of us in today’s climate of uncertainty we must move forward and trust that the universe has us just where we need to be. </strong></span><br />
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Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-80433997751994556682010-08-11T19:59:00.001-07:002010-12-17T08:18:03.659-07:00Are you an Emotional Hoarder?8-11-2010<br />
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You really loved that man! How dare he not call you, not remember your birthday, leave you for someone else. Your best friend talks to you about everything in the universe and about her love life, yet does not have time to listen to your problems? Mother or Father issues of neglect, older brother sister treated you with disrespect.<br />
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Are you still holding on to some of these issues? Do you carry a grudge against your partner, and in your relationship? Does emotional hoarding affect the love between you and your boyfriend? Are you not able to “let go”. <br />
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The big question is: We all have “crap” happen, the truth of the problem is: how long do you hold onto the emotion of the incident? At least 10 years back I had a friend of my mother’s come to me for a “session” to help clear up some emotional issues. Her first statement was, “I am so mad at my man!” <br />
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After getting his first name, I asked how long since he had called or talked to her in person, so I could get to the root of his neglect towards her. Well, well, well I almost fell over! She had not heard from him for 17 years!!!!<br />
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Clearly she was with this ended relationship an “emotional hoarder”. <br />
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What is the value in your life of any emotional hoarding? Please don’t be a victim of life, do not give your power (your life) to an incident or a relationship long ended. <br />
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Do you still feel a victim, determine what you need so you can let go or move on. If you are emotionally clouded in your mind, think through what and how to constantly re-direct your energy. Get out of the relationship that does not work, instead of being a victim and an emotional hoarder.Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-26803542831968800032010-08-10T21:00:00.001-07:002010-12-17T08:20:23.830-07:00Emotional shake that "Ex" out of your life!8-10-2010<br />
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Hello everyone, <br />
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Got a call today from a client who was at work and so depressed that she was prompted to call me and see what I could tell her. Two years ago she left a marriage where the husband had not released the other woman he dated prior to their marriage nine years earlier.<br />
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Within weeks of their separation the “other woman” came fully back into his life. <br />
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All three of their lives were intertwined because they all worked for the same company at one time, and now share all the same friends.<br />
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Two years later this past week, the ex and the “other woman” who is now permanently moved into his home, went on a vacation with the club they belonged to. <br />
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This friend, who called me today, told me that even though this sounded like a great trip decided not to go because of her ex also going. Friends called her two days ago reporting back to her how this couple were in conflict with each other, and the girlfriend being very bossy.<br />
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Today my friend, while at work suddenly was flooded with the thoughts of her ex. A work mate came over and asked if she was alright because she looked pale and upset. My friend said she was feeling depressed and weighted down and something wasn’t right with the world. She then left for a break walking outside with her phone and called me.<br />
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Answering the phone, she was elated for me to answer. “Thank goodness you were near the phone, I am so down or depressed. I can’t get “J” out of my mind, even had a dream of him last night.” She then told me of the friends returning from the trip and how glad she had not gone. <br />
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Turning on my “psychic energy” and moving to her, I had to maneuver around a dark donut shape smoky energy encircling her torso. As I touched this foreign soul touching her, it reacted back to me with “I am J”. Well, well, well you have an “attachment”! I almost yelled at her. A living attachment can be a loved one or could be someone like “J” who has remorse, longing or regret. Clearly he has attached to his ex my friend; perhaps he may regret and wished that he was still married to her as this trip would have been more fun or remembering that his now ex was never as bossy as the girlfriend was on this trip. How many scenarios can I create that would or could describe why this man is wrapped around his ex-wife my friend.<br />
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“Well how do I get him off me?” She sounded angered and feeling victimized by him once more.<br />
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Shake him off like a wet dog trying to dry off. “Really!” she said. <br />
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What if we had the ability to color this energy and you could see the “cording” from him to you like a thick braid and then the wrapping around your torso. Wouldn’t you want to push it off of you? Or perhaps get a really big pair of scissors to cut and sever the connection?<br />
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“What a great way to think about that. I’ll do it, and think of that gray cloud around me moving back to him and his miserable life!”<br />
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Then announcing that she needed to get back to work, my last words to her were, “This will be a good topic for my blog!”<br />
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So, how many of you are still thinking of someone with regret and unhappiness, or anger and remorse?<br />
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What message are you giving that person? Do you think they will come back into your life if you are sending that message? <br />
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My best thought is to completely pull your life force back to you. Keep you to yourself. Create a “missing in the other person’s world” by shaking him off from you! If the other person is smart enough to figure out what is keeping he or she from being happy and may discover it is you. Then you will be in the winning place to make the decision to accept the return of this individual into your life, based on an emotionally healthier place than when the split occurred.Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-91554566403707589902010-08-10T00:11:00.000-07:002019-06-18T14:49:55.471-07:00“a young woman, loving her man”<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The focus for this blog is a song I just heard on the radio. The song was sung by Doris Day and it was called, “I’ll never stop loving you.” Doris Day the darling of her era, energetic starry-eyed girl swooning over the man she loves. <br />
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Now don’t get that I listen to this “very old song station” and that I am an antique! Not the least! This station gives me pleasant background sounds to type by. Also, great ideas to blog, so this sound brought up images of a young woman, loving a man and devoting all her “Undying love and pledging her love forever to him”<br />
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Within the hour I hear Willy Nelson sing, “All the girls I’ve loved before”, it is beautifully written and sung. Melody is easy to hear. I stopped and listened to the words of male non-commitment and unabashed conquests. Perhaps the female listener might say, “Wish it could have been me to have such a celebrity fling with the artist!” Yet, most women would see this song writer as someone who brags of the large number of conquests. Over the 20 years, I could count on my two hands the number of women I’ve met who date, “like a single man” and seeking conquests to brag about to her friends. <br />
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Ok, before I get a law-suit thrown at me for being insensitive to the writer’s goals of creating a “fantasy most men only dream about”. Perhaps we all need a long history of love conquests. When I’m in my 80’s will I regret the two marriages I’ve had and the lack of a closet full of shoe boxes of love notes, gifts and pictures of conquests? <br />
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I’ve been talking 20 years assisting men and women about their love relationships issues. I am so convinced that women are “hard-wired” to nest and we are unconsciously always creating a safe haven for a child to be born. Ok own it girls, if we are hard wired and it is our nature, why are you surprised when a man comes into your life for a “fling”; you call me exclaiming, “Is he the man who will marry me?”<br />
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The fundamentals of what I’ve witness is: that of 100% of single dating men, 95% of these men are looking for a “fling”. To get a better perspective on this theory: The primitive early years of human kind, men where the ones who left the tribe to forge for food and then coming back to the tribe with his food prize to seek a mate to continue the building of the clan. Women who are single and dating, 95% of those women are looking to “marry” and create a permanent nest, hard wired to wait for the man to come back to the cave.<br />
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Clearly, we are out of whack here! So we women need to be better prepared to tackle that 5% with better understanding of “men kind”. Be ready to grown into the woman you’ve always wanted to be, emotional healthy with personal goals and excited with the prospect to meeting the best suited partner for you.<br />
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Question of “marriage” after meeting your perfect partner; ah yes, I will cover this also at a later time. <br />
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How many of you have had sessions with me and I’ve said, “Mothers raise their sons to be Kings and their daughters to be Queens to those Kings!” Also with that statement, many women up to this generation that my daughter is part of still feel the need to feel whole only if a ‘man’ is wanting her. Is this the generation of our daughters, when they will wear the kings “crown”? <br />
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Many more couples are choosing not to marry. Just to commit because they saw their parents and grandparents, stay together within a loveless papered union. Oh yes, this will take a future article also!<br />
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Have I painted a grim picture of dating relationships, is there no hope for true dating relationship to marriage when apparently there is only 5% of single dating men looking for marriage?<br />
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Now this is when it becomes exciting. Perhaps we need to revamp and look at ourselves and say, “I am a great catch! Is he good enough for me?” Future blogs will cover the best I can offer to “catch” your mate and make him wanting to take you to the marriage bed!<br />
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More to come! Nancy</div>
Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-78958438262865178072010-08-06T19:15:00.001-07:002019-06-18T14:53:35.706-07:00Turning a New Page<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b><i>Nancy's original search for Soul Survival has evolved to a new Reincarnation-Psychic/Mediumship, NDE's, OBE's, Ghosts; Haunting direction!</i></b><br />
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My focus is on the Paranormal (Particularly Ghosts and Spirit Communication) and these Blogs and future books will be part of the "Two World" series of books. In addition my first self-help book is "Help! Get me out of the Funk!" and more to be added as part of the "Help!" series<br />
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To acquaint you readers who are not familiar with me let me give a little background. I am originally from Northern California, where I raised a family. At 39 developed Cancer, obtained a divorced six months later ending a 21 yr marriage to find my life purpose before (as I felt at that time) for whatever time I had left. Four yrs later, left my 24 yr. career as Engineering Office Supervisor with Pacific Bell Telephone Company Sacramento CA, to pursue a career as an Intuitive Psychic Consultant. Five years ago my 2nd husband Larry and I moved to Tucson AZ. <br />
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Just this past week I joined CreateSpace.com . I have just submitted my first two (listed on Amazon) published books to CreateSpace, to be scanned after several editing changes and issued new ISBN numbers for "Editions 2". Adding these two books to Kindle has been idea I've wanted for some months and re-issuing these two books will open up more purchase opportunities for the public. I have three books underway. Two complete course materials offered on my web site that will be PDF'd and added to Amazon's list of offered materials. I have read volumes recently about the benefits of offering eBooks, Kindle and regular old-fashioned paper books. We can all see the direction "reading" is going, and this week I've joined the new direction of on-demand and downloadable books. <br />
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My course materials will be eventually offered on Kindle and the CD/DVD's offered in the Music Section of CreateSpace. All to be print-on-demand and never do I have to again, "Shipped to Amazon" to be forwarded to a Customer issues. What a great idea! <br />
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Well this afternoon I'll be downloading the newest version of "Word", newest program on PDF Conversion and then downloading a program on "Chicago/Apa Editing" to compliment my efforts in writing the next three books. <br />
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To find out more about me or if curious who this "wordy" lady is, please go to: <a href="http://www.nancymatz.net/">http://www.nancymatz.net/</a> <br />
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Until the next Blog,<br />
Live with Enthusiasm, <br />
Nancy</div>
Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7030554559884915128.post-5101703570810527472010-02-08T17:45:00.000-07:002010-02-08T17:45:47.947-07:00Hello Everyone! Our first Blog....Hello Everyone this is the first of Blogs that I will detailing the many sessions and interesting situations involving Ghosts, Spirit Visits, Death and the Mysters of the Afterlife, plus the many love relationship issues that you bring to me to discuss during the radio shows, sessions or e-mails. Please enjoy.Nancy Matzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03192840406269234914noreply@blogger.com0