Thank you Bluebelle your an kind soul!
Speaking of Bluebelle, she just lost her mother who passed away just before Father's Day. Bluebelle was unable to get to her mother's side on time and is dealing with the pain of losing one's mother as well as the grief of not being to get there fast enough to see her one last time. Bluebelle (Lorie) has been one of the great lights on this website and in my Intuitive Way classes. I've always felt she had been blessed with an amazing mother. She agrees. But now it's hard.
We are always here for you sweetheart. We are family here and care very much do you and will try to help you through this rough time.
I may not be on much the next few days. My best friend believe rescue cat died mysteriously today and my boyfriends childhood dog is being put to sleep tomorrow because he is suffering and won't eat or move anymore. Then July 2 I find out if my son has to have surgery or not we have to go to a plastic surgeon to find out! Love and peace for all of y'all in this dark and challenging times.
Laynara, good luck to you. Your note to Bluebelle was so warm and kind.
Bluebelle, I am with you in your sorrow. Wrapping my arms around you, dear friend.
Dear Layanara, so happy and grateful that your life has taken an upswing for both you and your boyfriend. Sometimes we do have to face challenges and changes to learn how strong we truly are and find our inner core of strength to realize that no matter what, we can get through this time and be o.k.
You are learning bit by bit to handle the anxiety and fear and that is such a wonderful thing mom's can do and be for our our children. We are all here for you, always. Together we can support one another through good times and challenges. Blessings to you, your boyfriend and your precious son. ?
Dearest, dearest Lorie you hold such a special place in all of our hearts. Losing a mother is one of the most profound experiences of our lives. It is such an incredibly intense bond, mother and child, child and mother and one of the most symbolic and heart rending griefs of all.
My own heart goes out to you during this difficult time. May the love you shared, the incredibly special nature of your relationship remind you always of the deep love and gifts you carry and how lovingly you share yourself with others as one of the deepest and forever bonds you will continue to carry as you process the many places and graces of this love that that never leaves us, never dies.
Time and space and the feeling of incomplete endings is a challenge but your bond is still there, still connecting you to her, you to us. We cherish your place among us as we hope this time will be filled with new understandings as her gifts to you and yours to her continue on.
Love to you, Lorie and many blessings on this journey.
And thank you, dear Jeanne for drawing in Lorie as a bright light for our group and sharing this part of her journey that so many of us have experienced and now share. Love and gratitudes with heart and hands reaching out to one another across the miles, Michele.
Sending prayers of comfort to the noble Bluebelle; painted true and friendly in verdant forum flame.
Gracesinger and Michelle, Thank you so much for your words of wisdom, of love and support. Truly you touch my heart. Even though we've never met in person, I know you in a heart way from your comments on this site and you have been lifting me up for months through our connection here. My mother was such a joy: smart, funny, wise and gave me a life of unconditional love. I hope to be like her and will strive to share the gifts she bestowed on me. From my early childhood, my mother shared stories of her own spiritual experiences and was open to a bigger world and life of spirit that cannot be easily explained or understood in this plane of existence. I am grieving that profound loss that you spoke of so eloquently, Michelle. And Gracesinger, you also. possess that gift of deep knowing and express it in a language all your own. Many thanks to you Jeanne and to others in our community who make up an informal group of wise women who have contacted me directly. I have felt your light and love supporting me all this week. You have made a difference.
Much love to you.
Bluebelle, you know my heart is with you. Your mom is with you still, and what's more, she is IN you. Your souls are entwined, never to be separated. You are shining her light and your own on the world. Bless you my friend. May you feel comforted by your mother's spirit as it shines on you and moves within you in the times to come.
Dear ones whom I've never met but am so grateful to know through this site...
This month has been too painful, and I'm struggling.
I've mentioned here on a few occasions that I volunteer as an administrator and social media strategist for an activism group based in the DC metro area. I spent the last two weeks pulling together a rapid-fire campaign to help bring awareness to the atrocities our government is inflicting on migrants at the border and to reach out to government officials to stop the detainment of asylum seekers. The entire endeavor meant immersing myself in the news stories around the clock, reading testimony and listening to the audio of children crying for their parents, and sourcing as much information as I could to help appeal to those who have a shot at influencing public opinion or legislation. I did it in addition to my day job, on lunch breaks, into the wee hours.
While this was happening, a friend of mine who knew Antwon Rose shared her story with me in hopes I could use my position to combat misinformation about him and try to spread the truth about the incident that lost him his life at the hands of a police officer who had been fired twice from other departments for violent tendencies.
My heart hurts so much, I don't know how much more I can take. There's no time for self care. There's just one horror after another, and my position prevents me from looking away. I cry nearly every night.
All my life, I've been a believer in God's omnipotence and omnipresence. I think I still believe. But this week has pushed my faith to limits I've never experienced before, and I wish I knew how to recharge it. Knowing our country could descend into tyranny so quickly - feeling helpless despite the thousands of people who look to our group administrators so they can feel less helpless - I'm at a loss for what to think or what to do to heal my aching soul. I especially find myself missing my grandmother who was an intuitive like many of you and who had endured incredible trauma in her life only to emerge more faithful, compassionate, and loving than anyone I've ever known. I long for her guidance, as my nightly attempts to pray and feel the presence of something greater than myself have left me sitting alone and disappointed in silence.
After the election and before the inauguration, I had a dream in which a catastrophic meteor was headed straight to earth. Everyone I knew was sheltering in a local school, and looking around, you couldn't tell from anyone's faces that the world was about to end. Everyone seemed peaceful, sharing a laugh or playing a game while the sky darkened and everything outside began to turn red-hued. As I walked through this school, I entered the gymnasium where a man sat alone, waiting for me. It was Barack Obama dressed in one of his state-of-the-union suits - only it wasn't really him. Approaching and sitting across from him, I understood that this was a spirit of light or angel who decided to visit me in a form that he figured would bring me some comfort. He said not to be afraid; that I couldn't stop what was coming. He said everything would unfold the way it was meant to unfold. I left the gymnasium and saw people in various stages of life engaged in celebrations and gatherings. The last thing I remember from this vision was walking back to the window to watch the meteor descend.
I think of this dream whenever I feel my heart breaking at what's going on in the world. But this week... it couldn't bring me peace.
I'm not sure what I'm hoping for in writing this out for all of you, but I'm grateful to anyone who will read it.
Light and love,
V
Dearesr Vida, this post struck every cord I had and sent them vibrating and my heart is filled to bursting with love and compassion for you and for all the good you serve.
You said it all, shared it all with such such truth conviction and honest. And your very words will reach into the very heart of everyone you meet, touch and hears your commitment, your dedication, and the strength of your own character.
I honor and applaud you in all ways!
I But your post also told me that you have it within you to fight this good fight and to be all that you have been called to, to be for yourself and for all others, and that you already have all that you need to be and do within you! Your vision was right on. "Barack" said it all!
It is indeed exhausting, it is often debilitating; emotionally, physically, and spiritually. But this is a fight that's part of a deeper one throughout time and the ages. One that those of us who heard the call have risen up to answer. We are all part of spiritual warfare for our very survival as a race again time.
Your grandmother saw and knew who you truly truly were and she is there, her energy and spirit part of you, part of all you do, and guiding and cheering you on with a brigade of angelic forces that surround and seek to rebalance, energize, and lift you up.
Learning to balance this emotional connection you carry for the pain and the challenges is the hardest task we all bare. But you are learning and showing that you have the tools, you will find the boundaries, and most of all create new and easier ways to do the work without depleting your own Spirit. God bless you Vita and may love and righteousness prevail!
Oh and dearest Lorie,
I need to add that I missed both my father and mother's passing and I totally understand how hard that is to not know or not be able to get there in time.
My family and I live a thousand miles apart and even though I bought tickets, made arrangements, packed a suitcase, and headed on my journey the same day through as many as 5 airplanes and no available flight staff for the only 1 of 2 flights going into Juneau those days, it took everything that fate would allow to just get me there in time to say goodbye before each of their cremations within a very short time frame.
No chance to see their precious faces, hug them, and be part of them before or while they passed. I had to accept that they passed when and how their spirits chose and settle for loving and giving a kiss and a heart touch as they and I were.
And even though I have deep spiritual understandings and acceptances of things as they are, understanding does not take away the missing or barely even diminish it for me. It's been 8 years since my father passed, and 5 since my mother's, and I still miss them every single day. I just accept it as part of who I am and who they were, and what our bond was, and I try my best to be at peace with those feelings.
I talked to them both out loud and in my heart almost every day, and many times I hear them answering me and I laugh as they laugh with how silly we all are, because they didn't really go away. They're still with me and I know that, and I feel that, but my human part of me just misses them so terribly much!
Oh and dearest Lorie,
I need to add that I missed both my father and mother's passing and I totally understand how hard that is to not know or not be able to get there in time.
My family and I live a thousand miles apart and even though I bought tickets, made arrangements, packed a suitcase, and headed on my journey the same day through as many as 5 airplanes and no available flight staff for the only 1 of 2 flights going into Juneau those days, it took everything that fate would allow to just get me there in time to say goodbye before each of their cremations within a very short time frame.
No chance to see their precious faces, hug them, and be part of them before or while they passed. I had to accept that they passed when and how their spirits chose and settle for loving and giving a kiss and a heart touch as they and I were.
And even though I have deep spiritual understandings and acceptances of things as they are, understanding does not take away the missing or barely even diminish it for me. It's been 8 years since my father passed, and 5 since my mother's, and I still miss them every single day. I just accept it as part of who I am and who they were, and what our bond was, and I try my best to be at peace with those feelings.
I talked to them both out loud and in my heart almost every day, and many times I hear them answering me and I laugh as they laugh with how silly we all are, because they didn't really go away. They're still with me and I know that, and I feel that, but my human part of me just misses them so terribly much!
Vida,
These are incredibly trying times and with you completely immersed in the news cycle, it is that much harder for you. I sense an amazing strength in you!
You say you cannot take a break, but you can. There are others working with you who can fill in for you for a day or two. When you feel your faith cracking, a break is a necessity. None of us are alone in this battle, and we need to carry each other when one of us needs to recharge. And we are fully equipped to do that.
In your dream you saw celebrations against the coming of the meteor. This to me is a sign that you must take time to enjoy the good in life in the midst of a pending disaster. Your Angel Barack was telling you not to lose sight of the good things, which is what we're fighting for.
Take care of yourself so you can continue to lend your strength to the world.
Much Love!
Michele and Lorie,
Count me among those who did not arrive at my mom's side before she passed. And I was only an hour's drive away when I got the call. We all long to be there for a loved one in their final moments, to say goodbye and tell them how much we love them and how much we will miss them.
I also know many people pass when their loved ones are not present. Even those who are attended by family will often wait until their loved ones step out of the room, or pass while the vigil keeper is asleep. This may not make it easier for us, but it is often the way of things.
My mom is still present to me and I still miss her being here two years on. Shortly after her funeral, I felt her kiss my cheek one night when I was on the cusp of sleep. I also talk to mom out loud and in my heart. I hear her laughter, and I hear her singing sometimes. While I miss her being physically present, I am so grateful to have her with me in spirit. She had MS and her mental capacity had declined, but now she is fully clear and back to her witty, puny, sharp as a tack self. Over all, it is a blessing.
All will be well - the pain will diminish and a new relationship will emerge.
Much Love as always!