“Please Help Me!”
Hi Nancy,
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.
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?
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?
Is there really such a thing as luck? I don't know what to believe in anymore. What do you believe in?
Love, Janet
My Reply….
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.
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.
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!
Then do we want to believe that the universe is assisting us, in directing us to that which we choose before birth?
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.
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.
I think you are amazing, what a change in your lives. How you sacrificed your “retirement treasures” on eBay.
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.
I do believe that what we have of limited free will is to choose to look at adversity with calmness or anxiety.
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.
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.
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.
As you’ve read I did not give you instant fixes.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
That my friend, though not easy, is the first steps to getting back on track to an emotional and economically healthy life.
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.
Please keep in touch my friend,
Nancy
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Friday, January 14, 2011
“Is My Dad Here?” Elois’ NDE
Sitting down for a noon dinner with our friends.
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.
Elois and her new man “Tim” did eventually marry, she sold her Pub and they bought a RV to travel around the country.
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.
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.
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.
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.
She tells her husband to take her home to die.
As he helps her into the car, she stops breathing.
He runs urgently into the emergency room yelling, “My wife is dying!”
The doctors ‘on call’ rush Elois into the treatment room, she is dying.
Tim rushes around to hold her hand, the doctors saying the labored breathing was caused by fluid in the lungs causing lung failure.
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.
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”.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Looking down she realized she wanted to go back to her husband, Tim.
“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.
“Just an arm” I said?
“It is all I needed” she replied. “It was his arm, with the hand and shirt sleeve I would recognize.”
“At that moment I realized I was in such pain! I was back into my body.”
Not knowing how long she was out of her body or what had happened, she managed to turn her head and look at Tim.
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.
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”.
Tim told her of the drama in the OR room, how she had coded.
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.
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.
There will be several more amazing “Elois” stories coming, please check back to this blog to read about her Angel Visitations!
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.
Elois and her new man “Tim” did eventually marry, she sold her Pub and they bought a RV to travel around the country.
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.
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.
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.
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.
She tells her husband to take her home to die.
As he helps her into the car, she stops breathing.
He runs urgently into the emergency room yelling, “My wife is dying!”
The doctors ‘on call’ rush Elois into the treatment room, she is dying.
Tim rushes around to hold her hand, the doctors saying the labored breathing was caused by fluid in the lungs causing lung failure.
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.
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”.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Looking down she realized she wanted to go back to her husband, Tim.
“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.
“Just an arm” I said?
“It is all I needed” she replied. “It was his arm, with the hand and shirt sleeve I would recognize.”
“At that moment I realized I was in such pain! I was back into my body.”
Not knowing how long she was out of her body or what had happened, she managed to turn her head and look at Tim.
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.
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”.
Tim told her of the drama in the OR room, how she had coded.
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.
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.
There will be several more amazing “Elois” stories coming, please check back to this blog to read about her Angel Visitations!
Friday, December 31, 2010
The Love Affair that Spanned Lifetimes
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.
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.
She never came back.
The surviving nurse and the young man eventually marry and they forget the other nurse.
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?”
Paula replies she is not aware of anyone in spirit with the name of Liz or Elizabeth.
The Medium then says, “She wants to say Hi.”
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”.
Paula had recently divorced and looked forward to dating again. A year later she met a new man and started a relationship.
After they had gone on a few dates, he mentioned that he was a widow, and that his deceased wife’s name was “Liz”.
Confused and anxious she tells me and wants to know why and how this “Liz” would know her and had wanted to say “Hello”.
I suggested a Past-Life Regression. A month later, spring 1999, Paula drove up to my house in Pollock Pines CA for this session.
Anxious but curious, we start.
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.
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.”
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.”
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.
This silent trigger had to be given for Paula to want to investigate and resolve the mystery of “who is Liz?”
Yep, Paula did marry her new boyfriend; it was her time to love him.
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.
She never came back.
The surviving nurse and the young man eventually marry and they forget the other nurse.
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?”
Paula replies she is not aware of anyone in spirit with the name of Liz or Elizabeth.
The Medium then says, “She wants to say Hi.”
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”.
Paula had recently divorced and looked forward to dating again. A year later she met a new man and started a relationship.
After they had gone on a few dates, he mentioned that he was a widow, and that his deceased wife’s name was “Liz”.
Confused and anxious she tells me and wants to know why and how this “Liz” would know her and had wanted to say “Hello”.
I suggested a Past-Life Regression. A month later, spring 1999, Paula drove up to my house in Pollock Pines CA for this session.
Anxious but curious, we start.
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.
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.”
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.”
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.
This silent trigger had to be given for Paula to want to investigate and resolve the mystery of “who is Liz?”
Yep, Paula did marry her new boyfriend; it was her time to love him.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Size of the Universe and Your Problem
Received 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.
We both “know” that we live past death, and still we debate all the particulars about the After Life.
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.
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.
How many of you over think a problem, your heart races and the issue becomes a big green-eyed dragon?
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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!”
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.
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.
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.
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.
Further past Pluto, pulling faster away from our galaxy you are now looking down and seeing the Sun only as a bright light.
You witness the constellation in which we are part of and the wonders of the immerse universe and infinite expanse of creation itself.
Now tell me, how big is your problem?
We both “know” that we live past death, and still we debate all the particulars about the After Life.
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.
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.
How many of you over think a problem, your heart races and the issue becomes a big green-eyed dragon?
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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!”
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.
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.
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.
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.
Further past Pluto, pulling faster away from our galaxy you are now looking down and seeing the Sun only as a bright light.
You witness the constellation in which we are part of and the wonders of the immerse universe and infinite expanse of creation itself.
Now tell me, how big is your problem?
Friday, December 17, 2010
The Angel And The Lovers
Around 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.
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Kim relayed this event to me several years ago and has contemplated the “what if” outcome since then.
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I had been single for several years and when I met Rick, I completely fell for him.
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.
I became short-tempered and found myself not wanting to continue the relationship and waste no more time with him.
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.
I was trying to be attentive to him, but found myself holding his hand and just looking around while he talked to his friends.
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!
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.
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.
He spoke, “Do you love him? You need to tell him.”
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.
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.
Richard tugged on my arm again and asked, “What did you want?”
Looking back at Richard I said, “There was a tall blond man there! Now he is gone!”
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?
I should mention here that I am a policewoman, and not prone to missing details.
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.
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.
Did I miss my chance with the man I was meant to be with? To the unborn children that were never conceived?
Several years later I met someone new. We dated three years, and then got married.
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.
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Kim relayed this event to me several years ago and has contemplated the “what if” outcome since then.
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I had been single for several years and when I met Rick, I completely fell for him.
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.
I became short-tempered and found myself not wanting to continue the relationship and waste no more time with him.
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.
I was trying to be attentive to him, but found myself holding his hand and just looking around while he talked to his friends.
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!
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.
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.
He spoke, “Do you love him? You need to tell him.”
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.
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.
Richard tugged on my arm again and asked, “What did you want?”
Looking back at Richard I said, “There was a tall blond man there! Now he is gone!”
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?
I should mention here that I am a policewoman, and not prone to missing details.
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.
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.
Did I miss my chance with the man I was meant to be with? To the unborn children that were never conceived?
Several years later I met someone new. We dated three years, and then got married.
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.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Relationship Issue #2 What Would You Do?
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.
She was able to purchase a small perfect home to live.
She had been single for some time. She likes her wine and enjoys wine every evening after dinner.
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.
Off and on she calls me and asks whether this relationship will continue.
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.”
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.
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.
I asked how she found out. She has a mutual friend who relayed all info about him to her.
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.
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.
A month after she moves into her house, her “Ex” calls her and says he has made a mistake.
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.
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.
She does not want to struggle. She wants to stop missing him.
They cannot stay away from each other.
She calls crying. He wants to move in again.
What would you do?
Here is how this stands as of today:
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.
They see each other very infrequently. My impression is that he will end it.
She was able to purchase a small perfect home to live.
She had been single for some time. She likes her wine and enjoys wine every evening after dinner.
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.
Off and on she calls me and asks whether this relationship will continue.
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.”
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.
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.
I asked how she found out. She has a mutual friend who relayed all info about him to her.
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.
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.
A month after she moves into her house, her “Ex” calls her and says he has made a mistake.
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.
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.
She does not want to struggle. She wants to stop missing him.
They cannot stay away from each other.
She calls crying. He wants to move in again.
What would you do?
Here is how this stands as of today:
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.
They see each other very infrequently. My impression is that he will end it.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Dating Disasters
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.
I plan on having most of this book as blogs. To see the complete e-book series, the web site is www.DatingRelationshipPsychic.com
I plan on having most of this book as blogs. To see the complete e-book series, the web site is www.DatingRelationshipPsychic.com
Dating Disasters
A charming lady, beautiful, successful, looking for love and always suffering a broken heart. Love comes and her partner’s actions destroy her perceived happiness. How do we recover? How do we not be afraid of the next partner, worried and waiting for the next disaster to strike?
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.
I get it, we get born, live, flourish and then give up the ghost.
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!
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.
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.
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