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I’m not possessed, but you DO need to be careful.

Because of yet another note from someone telling me I deal with demons (WRONG) and am risking eternal damnation, I thought I would address it.  When I channel or work as a medium, I always call in protection first.  To be honest, my angels and guides know when I’m about to work and show up anyway, but I feel better making it official.  The one time I’ve had an issue, I wasn’t doing my spiritual work. It took an Apache medicine man to remove a being from my energy field that should not have been there. I had picked it up from a mentally unbalanced coworker by accident after spending some time with her. She’d accidentally opened a “door” to beings NOT of the light. I deal strictly with quality spirits. I read a book years ago by a psychic medium (blanking on who) where she went into a bar one night to ask for directions. She wasn’t a drinker, so she normally never went into bars. Anyway, she could clairvoyantly see lots of lost souls (not evolved beings) jumping into and out of the drunk people. When you are drunk, it lowers your vibration and makes it very easy for any spirit…good or not…to pop in.

I have indeed had spirit activity in my condo. I’ve had a lot of knocking, things falling (although there COULD be a 3D explanation for that), and heard some voices lately. A couple of days ago, I heard a male sounding voice say, “BRRRRR” at 5:19 a.m. Yes, I should smudge and clear my condo again, but Ted…or whoever…seems kind of funny. He definitely is not scary. If you know anything of the Santa Fe area (high elevation and dry) our temperatures at night tend to get the coldest around 4 – 5 a.m. So, this was fitting. I had windows open and a ceiling fan running. Although I think that’s what the voice was referring to, I’m a little concerned that it’s a soul stuck between dimensions where he feels cold…and needs help moving on. So, I’m going to check.

More than once lately, in the middle of the night, I’ve felt a presence and took off my eye mask to look…fully expecting to see the spirit of one of my parents. They are getting up there in age, so you never know. Last night, I had it happen again, and I could swear I saw this little robot looking being about 3 feet tall, walking quickly toward my bed. It felt alien, but for some reason didn’t scare me and I just laid back and fell back to sleep. Normally, if I saw an extraterrestrial scrambling toward me, I’d be a little concerned, but…nope. Ha!

In light,

Atheria

My unseen friend, Ted…

I’m posting this super fast because I’m tired.  Days ago, I heard FRANTIC knocking during the night.  When I asked, “Who IS it?”  I heard, “Ted”.  Well, since then, non-stop things have been falling off my walls in the condo.  The latest was today, when Ted popped into my head…and minutes later a clock fell off the wall.  You can see it here:

MANY years ago in Los Angeles, a spirit started hanging around me who introduced himself as Theo, Ted, Theodore.  I suspected this might be the same Ted, and, yep, it’s him.  I just finished a chat with him.  Here is the transcription.

Atheria: Ted, are you the one who was frantically knocking during the night days ago?

Ted: Yes. It takes a lot to get your attention.

A: Are you the same Ted who came to me years ago and said you were Theodore, Theo, Ted?

T: Yes. I wanted to give you various versions of my name to make it clear. But, if it’s easier, call me Ted or Theo vs. Theodore. You knew me long ago as Theodore.

A. When and how did I know you?

T: 1700s…France. A blink of an eye from this side of the veil.

A: I’m going to guess we knew each other in Versailles? When I went there in 1995 for the first time, I felt so at home. I practically knew where I was going as I walked around the area.

T: Oui. It was indeed Versailles. You were rich then…well…wealthy. Wealthy sounds better. Sorry I cannot say the same about you during your current incarnation. But, you have wealth beyond monetarily. You have spiritual gifts that make you rich. In this instance, rich works better. Words to me are much like a melody. The correct word for each thought is a musical note of sorts.

A: Are you talking about what Eddie said to me years ago during a reading when passing along a message from my brother in spirit (miscarriage my mother had) who exclaimed, “You got the pearls!”?

T: I am he. I am your brother. Well, I was meant to incarnate as your brother in your current life, but things went astray. We had to abort the mission, so to speak. As you are aware, souls incarnate (usually) within their soul groups. We are in the same soul group. Because I was not able to come through has planned decades ago, in YOUR time, I had to find a way to show up. I have a contract that must be honored. So, at this point I am stepping to the head of your huge spirit team to work with you from another realm. We have MUCH to do. We are behind. You are so easily distracted by 3D “reality”…which isn’t.

A: Because of what happened to me years ago with George Burns and Jean Harlow in spirit (suddenly got this overwhelming craving for cigars and started smoking them…and an urge to go really blonde and bleached and destroyed my hair) because they latched onto me in Los Angeles (a very gifted British medium friend told me that they were with me…George waving a cigar at me…during a Spiritualist Church service) is the fact that I’m suddenly, once again, obsessed with all things France/French because of you? Have I been sensing you without realizing it?

T: Oui. It is not at all uncommon for we, on the other side of the veil, to influence souls on Earth in 3D by cravings, sudden interests, etc. People are more receptive than they realize. Many times when they think it’s them just thinking things…self focused as most are…it’s really us, their spirit friends, nudging them to move in a certain direction. You have NO idea just how exhausting it can be for us over here. People do not listen! Well, SOME listen, but many…ah hem…YOU…are hard-headed and difficult to get through to.

A: Are you calling me difficult and stubborn?! 😉
T: If the slipper fits, well…

A: Great, I had to end up with a sassy guide. Speaking of which, where is Latho? I’ve missed him hitting me in the head with books from the Other Side.

T: Latho is still a member of your spirit team. Teams don’t change. But, he’s stepped aside to let me take up the reins at this point in your life’s path. And, I know what you’re thinking. Yes, we hear your thoughts.

A: Well, THAT’S disconcerting!

T: It is what it is. Anyway, before you interrupted, yes, Halcyon is…and forever will be…your main spirit guide. But there is a council of 7. I am one of the 6 behind Halcyon, just as Latho is. Lisette is indeed a fairy/elemental. Do you see what I mean when I say that you have a spirit team? There is your main spirit advisory board…to sound rather corporate…made up of a main guide and 6 others. There really is no better than/lesser then dynamic though. Each soul is respected. But, there does need to be a leader, of sorts, or the soul we are guiding’s direction may get confused. Every ship must have a captain, so to speak. The difference between our arrangement on this side of the veil, and in your side of the veil, is that there is no ego. We are equals. We are respected for any input we offer.

A: Are you to me (at this point) who Francine was to Sylvia Browne?

T: Oui. I know how much you desire French, but also know that you cannot understand much more than “oui”.

A: Well, that’s insulting…TRUE…but insulting. I AM going to focus on learning French. I’ve even started following French Instagram accounts!

T: Oh dear…I have SO much work to do.

A: Hey! Pffffffffft!

T: You ARE an unruly one. But, you have potential.

A: Speaking of which, when Eveliani told me many years ago on a Spiritualist Church podium, “Although there is no such thing as time, you are behind and need to stop goofing off.” – What did she mean?

T: Every soul has a charted course they incarnate with. There is a soul plan regarding major accomplishments and lessons/growth experiences that need to occur in that lifetime. The minor things we don’t care about so much. But the biggies, yes, they need to be completed…or else you will be held back in your next life. It’s like being held back in grade school. You’ll still learn what you need to learn, but you’ll be behind. Of course, the good thing from this side (vs. being held back in your elementary school) is that because there is no visible age, you don’t have that sense of self consciousness. Remember, over here, all is NOW. “Time” is irrelevant on terms of days, weeks, months, years. We measure what you would call time in progress only. What Eveliani meant (and she says hello from over here) is that you got slowed down by 3D, superficial interests. That is a common issue we deal with when trying to lead from this side. Humans in the third dimension see shiny things and run toward them as a distraction. Spiritual work is hard. Shiny things are easy. Caring about your appearance above all else is a shiny thing. And yes, we know that you know what she meant when she reprimanded you that one day.

A: (Yes, I do think I know what she meant when she warned me to stop doing what I was doing. Yet, decades later, I’m still doing it. I think I know why Ted feels I’m somewhat unruly.) Well, I’m tired and need to make dinner. Even though I feel you may end up being annoying in terms of kicking me in the butt, I’m glad you’ve shown up again. It’s been a lot of years in terms of 3D time.

T: I had to knock loudly and aggressively days ago because you’re not getting any younger.

A: Gee, thanks buddy!

T: It’s said with love.

A: Yadda, yadda, yadda.

T: Mon Dieu!

A: I had to look that up on Google Translate. It means “My God!”

(Just had a glitch with this damn software and lost some stuff!)

T: You do need to keep up with your intention to learn French. Not only will it make our discourses more interesting, you’ll need it later as you walk your journey.

A: Oooooooh! Are you saying that I will be able to live in France someday?!

T: We cannot give away all the secrets.

A: Well, I’m glad you reappeared in my life, although I suspect you are going to be a thorn in my side.

T: Every rose has its thorns. La vie en rose.

A: 🙂 Until we meet again. jusqu’à ce que nous nous revoyions.  (Cheated with Google Translate.)

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That was it for today, but lucky me has to end up with a sassy spirit guide.  LOL

Bonne nuit,

Atheria

Knock, knock, KNOCK!

Over the years I have clairaudiently heard knocking during the night by my unseen friends.  Sometimes, they’ve even made a sound that sounded like my front doorbell was being rung…to the point where at my Albuquerque house years ago, I got up in the middle of the night (with my gun) and looked.  Other mediums have validated the knocking, meaning I didn’t mention it, but they did.  Back at the Albuquerque house when this started, it was after I’d been burglarized and very traumatized.  It was my Uncle Chuckie letting me know that he was guarding the house (and me) from then on.  But, over the years, I have felt that it wasn’t always him.

My always bad insomnia has been extra bad lately due to COVID-19 stress and worry.  Plus, I’m a “certain age” and it’s hard to sleep as a woman during this time of life.  What little I sleep has been very interrupted and weird.  I’ve been having “dreams” that have seemed more like astral events and spirit messages.  I’m pretty sure a few have been out-of-body experiences involving me traveling around the universe and in different dimensions.  I think because my sleep has been so in and out, it has kept me in a very receptive hypnogogic state a lot…and you are very receptive to spirit when in that in between state of awake and asleep.

In the wee hours of this morning (the veil is very thin around 4 a.m.) I recall hearing (with earplugs in my ears and a sleeping mask over my eyes…sooooo attractive) a frantic sounding KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!  There was rapid and loud knocking.  In the past, it’s been a less urgent couple of knocks.  This was like someone pounding on my door.  It was SO clear and loud I did almost get up…with my pink Walther PK380 semi automatic…to nervously check the front door.  But, I then “knew” it was spiritual and not a rapist.  So, I asked, “Who is it?”  Not expecting an answer, I then heard, “Ted”.  I vaguely remember asking, “What do you want?”  But, now, I can’t recall if he said anything in reply.  I then fell back to my fitful sleep.

(Side note:  My sister has long since accused me of creating and/or attracting spirits to all of the places I’ve lived…and that they weren’t haunted UNTIL I moved in.  Another side note:  A friend years ago was convinced I had Exploding Head Syndrome – yes, it’s a thing – but nope!  Granted, I do have neuro problems from the 3 neck injuries.  But, EHS does not answer you and say it’s name is Ted!)

I forgot about what happened this morning, until…toward the middle of my long walk in nature…I suddenly remembered Theo!  Many years ago after my life got weird in the 1990s, one of the first unseen friends that showed up was a spirit named Theo.  He said that he was Theodore but I could call him Theo or Ted!  I have not heard from him in EONS so I’d totally blanked!  What makes me extra happy about this is that it lets me know that our friends in spirit are ALWAYS with us.  He clearly has been waiting in the wings for many years…watching…observing.  I’ve reconnected (at the perfect COVID-19 time) with a long lost friend.

I was going to try to have a full conversation with him this afternoon, but I’m just in a weird place.  So, I’m not doing it today, but I will ask him to communicate soon.  Unlike many people who are really missing human contact, I’m not missing people at all.  This isolation is making me realize that I really LOVE isolation…with cats and fish.  I’m quitting social groups left and right.  Besides the fact I will NEVER shake hands with people again, I’m making other permanent changes in how I exist on planet Earth.

I should also mention that the sound of cowboy boots walking down the EMPTY St. James Hotel hallway in the fall of 2018 as the ghost knocked on each room’s door was VERY different than what I heard early this morning.

Stay safe,

Atheria

Grandpa Bill, Pleiadians, and COVID-19

My maternal grandpa watches over me often, so him coming through today was not a shock.  What WAS surprising is that he came through with Pleiadians to talk about COVID-19/coronavirus.  He was not at all into the type of metaphysical stuff that I’m into, but, from the Other Side, has continued to amaze me.  People change once they cross over and find out, “Wow, you can REALLY do this!”  (My uncle said that to me from the Other Side years ago…shaking his head in disbelief.)

Anyway, I hope you like this mediumship/relay channeling session.

Be safe,

Atheria

Trance mediumship vs. relay channeling

Hello all!  A fellow medium I respect suggested that perhaps my full trance channeling is a bit much for some people to handle.  I’ve feared that for years.  Now, in my defense, when I first started channeling in 2000 during a past life regression hypnosis session, it wasn’t actually a choice.  I was pushed 110% out of my body and was like Horshack (RIP Ron) from Welcome Back, Kotter…raising my arm flailingly trying to ask questions or make comments.  The 2 groups of beings that took my body over at that time did not let me interject to ask questions, much to my dismay.  That is where I first learned about my life on Lemuria and the whole 2012 thing…which they referred to as, “In 12 years, your TRUE work is going to become important.”

Anyway, if I’m totally honest, for many years I have felt that if I wasn’t dramatic and let spirits 110% take me over when I trance channel…people wouldn’t believe me/them.  It’s a credibility thing.  Granted, I’m a SAG-AFTRA actor, but…as good as I am…I could NOT fake what happens to me when I channel.  There are totally involuntary things that happen to my body.  (Side note:  I have seen super 8 1960s film footage of me under 1 year old where I’m sitting up but oddly rocking.  As a kid in Rochester, NY, I would swing on our backyard swingset for HOURS because I needed the rocking back and forth movement.  Until my 20s, I would rock my head left and right to go to sleep at night.  And, when I channel, not only do my arms lock up into claws on my chest or do other weird things, but I also rock back and forth.  It seems to be a part of allowing spirit to flow through me.)

In 2002 when I took a channeling class (After I “accidentally” took over a trance channeling public event I went to see as an audience member…and was flat out told by the channelers, “You need to study with Shawn as you have a huge gift!”) with the Los Angeles area channel…and cool woman…Shawn Randall…my channeling class friend, Diane, was the first to WILLINGLY go into trance.  What I’m still amazed about regarding that evening in 2002 was that Diane’s first guide to come through was Chinese.  She channeled in full-blown Chinese (Diane does not speak Chinese.)  To make the evening even better, I went into full trance for the first time (voluntarily) and my unseen friend translated the Chinese!  Should I mention that I do not speak Chinese either?  (I started taking Mandarin classes at work years later and quit after 2 classes because Mandarin is HARD.)

Anyway, and I’ve gotten totally off track here, I cannot always control what happens to me.  BUT, I have done “relay channeling” via writing before.  (I have lots of written stuff from my unseen friends during the late 1990s.)  And, during 1 on 1 mediumship readings with clients, I have occasionally (while awake) had words come out of my mouth that were not 100% me.  I’ve had to say, “That wasn’t me.” 🙂

Not only was I born under the star of Spica (lucky star) like Jesus, but Edgar Cayce and I have something else in common astrologically, which I am now totally blanking on.  But, the downside of all of this is that MANY full trance channelers or souls that have been sent to Earth to teach, have died young.  The 2 quick names that come to mind are Edgar and Jane Roberts (who channeled SETH).  I  have witnessed many gifted mediums leave this Earth plane too soon who were not famous…or, at least, struggle with severe health issues.  I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or not, but a Seth book showed up in my Rochester, NY house as a young teen and I could not put it down.  I was fascinated by it and had no idea that years later I’d become a channel.  Jane lived not far away in Elmira, NY back then…FYI.

I have forgotten where I am in this post at this point, but, what I need to get at is that (1) what I do is REAL and needs to be believed without drama and (2) full trance (dramatic) mediumship takes A LOT of life force energy.  With my health challenges, I’m not sure full trance channeling/mediumship is the best idea for me if I want to live past age 53.  I may try to do more relay channeling/mediumship where I’m not totally “gone” and have more control of my energy.  Would my readers be open to that?

Thank you,

Atheria

 

 

My Grandpa Slovik is STILL a mechanic in spirit!

Sloviks 9-5-94

Grandma and Grandpa – 9/5/1994

I’ve blogged before about how my maternal grandpa, William “Bill” Slovik, has been watching over me in spirit for years.  Here are some prior posts, from oldest to newest.

https://bridge4spirit.wordpress.com/2012/08/11/either-grandpa-or-grandma-slovik-is-a-spirit-guide-for-me/

https://bridge4spirit.wordpress.com/2012/11/26/grandpa-slovik-and-now-my-uncle-chuckie-are-guides-for-me/

https://bridge4spirit.wordpress.com/2012/12/07/its-so-nice-to-be-protected-by-my-grandpa/

https://bridge4spirit.wordpress.com/2013/06/02/hi-grandpa-slovik/

I still remember the day he crossed over on October 30, 1997 because he immediately came to me in spirit when I was in Los Angeles.  He said some things that needed to be said, sent his love, and left…or so I thought.  It was years later that I became aware of his protection and guidance from the Other Side.  To be honest, I’d not heard from him in a while, but I’m pretty sure he was the mechanic who stepped in to help out regarding my car, Ruby, this weekend.

You can see Ruby’s Taos mud event here.  https://bridge4spirit.wordpress.com/2020/02/16/prince-in-spirit-taos-mountain/

After Ruby got towed out of the quicksand like mud that I’d struggled for a long time to get her out of, I thought we both were covered in mud, but fine.  I drove around Taos for the rest of the day with no issues that I noticed…and then back home to Santa Fe on Saturday night.  But, on Sunday morning, I suddenly got this random, STRONG urge to check Ruby’s radiator for antifreeze/coolant, and her windshield cleaning fluid.  It was a pressing feeling.  Her radiator’s fluid wasn’t dangerously low, but it could use more…so I added some, and it was fine.  Then I tried to add windshield cleaning fluid, and poured, and poured, and poured.  I suddenly heard a noise and looked at the ground, to see all of what I had poured into Ruby, on the ground!  It was going in one end and out the other.  Ugh!

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GD-it all to hell! If it's not one thing, it's another! At this rate, with constant repairs, I'm never going to be able to get a bed! I refilled Ruby's anti freeze/coolant, and that went fine, but when I tried to refill her windshield washer fluid, it poured out onto the pavement! Argh! I don't know if something got damaged when we were stuck in the mud yesterday (see yesterday's event) or if this has been going on for a while! Granted, this isn't an emergency issue (also, her cracked windshield) like her brakes were, but….crap!! And yes, I'm washing her next. Should I mention that a car that's not even 5 years old needs to be totally repainted due to New Mexico rock damage?! Do not even get me started on the fact my car should have been included in the 2015 recall of bad engine coils?! At least when her fuel injectors also went bad in June of 2018 with under 50,000 miles that was included in her warranty! #carrepairs #carissues #2015hondafit #hondafit2015 #hondafit #hondalife #honda #carsofinstagram #cars

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As you can see from this Instagram post, I was aggravated. 😉 Anyway, moments after this, my neighbor, who drives a cool 2003 Subaru Baja, came out and we talked for the first time (other than just hellos).  I don’t really know trustworthy mechanics in Santa Fe, so when he highly recommended a place that specializes in Hondas (he used to be in charge of a fleet of cars and this place is where they got all the work done), I decided to take my Fit there the next day.  As fate would have it, I had Monday off for Presidents’ Day…so the timing was perfect.

I had worried that while stuck in deep mud and trying to go frontward, backward, sideways, etc. mud had gotten shoved up inside Ruby’s engine and damaged stuff.  Turns out, I was right.  When the mechanics at Santa Fe Exclusive got Ruby’s fender off and could look inside, a bunch of stuff had been moved around during our mud fight and I’d badly torn a hose.  Thank God, I didn’t damage her pricier stuff!  It ended up being an $86 fix.

Later, Grandpa Slovik popped into my head.  I had this strong feeling he’d not only alerted me to check my car’s fluids, but also synchronistically had me run into my neighbor who could point me in the direction of great and honest mechanics!  From the Other Side, Grandpa Bill is STILL a mechanic (owned a garage for many years) and watching over my car!  That makes me feel very protected, which is great.

While trying to find pictures of his and Grandma Jeanette’s grave markers in New York online, I found information about his life that I didn’t know.  I did know he’d been in the Army during WWII, but didn’t know he was in the Counter Intelligence area.  The fact that I work for the Federal Government must be one of the reasons he resonates with me. 🙂

In Light,

Atheria

Prince in spirit & Taos Mountain

I don’t know what’s going on with famous people in spirit stopping by lately, but it’s increasing for some reason.  Yesterday when I was driving to Taos after feeling “called” (not been there for quite a while) in the Pojoaque area “When Doves Cry” came on 98.5 FM.  Almost immediately I felt strong tingling, which is my sign that someone in spirit is arriving.  All of a sudden, I clairvoyantly saw purple (despite the fact that, supposedly, Prince’s favorite color was orange) and he identified himself.  He apologized for threatening to sue me years ago due to an innocent 14 seconds long Instagram video I posted (he was known to be litigious).  He also told me that when he was in a physical body he was greatly misunderstood.  He did acknowledge, though, that he now realizes he could be difficult at times.

He has found Vanity on the Other Side and is happy about meeting up with his old friend in spirit.  He said he’s with two babies.  I knew he and Mayte Garcia had lost a son shortly after birth, but had to Google his history to see if there could have been another baby in spirit, and sadly, yes there was another loss. https://hollywoodlife.com/2016/04/22/prince-mayte-garcia-second-child-baby-died-broke-up-marriage/

He loves Mayte very much and is watching over her until they meet again.

Here’s an excited and quick video I pulled over in Espanola to record yesterday.

Once I got to Taos, I stopped to take MORE pictures of St. Francis of Assisi Church in Ranchos de Taos and then decided to quickly visit Dennis Hopper’s grave again.  For those who don’t know, he lived in Taos for decades after he discovered it and fell in love with it while filming Easy Rider.  He came to me in spirit the first time I ever visited him years ago.  When I had asked him if he had any advice for those of us still down here, he replied with a simple but powerful, “LIVE”.  Anyway, when I went to drive Ruby (my 2015 Honda Fit…NOT a 4×4) into the small cemetery, I saw that it was muddy, but thought we’d be fine.  WRONG.  I got Ruby badly stuck in deep, pudding like mud.  I did everything I could to wiggle her free, to no avail.  I keep an old yoga mat in the car that I put on her windshield at night so I don’t have to scrape ice off at 5:45 a.m. when I go to work, and tried putting that under one of her front tires to get traction, but, no luck.  I didn’t know what I was going to do and was getting concerned when this good Samaritan couple came to help me.  They had driven by and seen me struggling, and went home to get a different pick-up truck with cable that they hooked onto Ruby’s butt to tow her out.  These people were angels!  Before I could give them some money, they took off.  Here is Ruby stuck.

And here is Ruby after she was freed!  What you need to notice here is Grandma Taos Mountain looming in the background…watching me…and plotting.  LOL

Here is Dennis Hopper’s grave.  It’s always interesting to see what people leave for him at his final resting place.

Just before the kind couple came to help me, I suddenly had that dream from September 2016 I’ve blogged about before pop into my head.  In that dream, I was driving from Denver to Taos and got badly stuck in mud!  Grandma Taos Mountain either loves you or hates you (well…hate may be too strong of a word) and will go to extreme measures to keep you in Taos if she wants you there, or will kick you the heck out if she wants you gone.  I had this strong feeling while getting Ruby deeper and deeper stuck and getting mud all over me, that Grandma was trying to get me stuck in Taos!  I looked up at her (swear she was smirking) and said, “Not funny!”  In fact, even the woman who helped me mentioned that Taos forces people to come who it wants to be there.  I have met SO many people who’ve ended up in Taos for weird reasons like their car broke down while passing through and then they couldn’t leave or they closed their eyes and threw a dart at a map and it landed on Taos so they moved there, etc.

Here is the old blog post about that 2016 dream. https://bridge4spirit.wordpress.com/2016/09/07/taos-dream/

The rest of my day trip was great and I visited ReTails, a cat café and thrift store, where profits go to the wonderful no-kill shelter, Stray Hearts, walked around Taos Plaza, and then went to hear my bass playing friend’s great band, Out of Nowhere, play at the Adobe Bar in Taos Inn.

Here is a photo and video of Grandma Taos Mountain, while I talked to her as I do.

Well, that’s all for now.  I hope everyone finds their special place, like Taos is for me.

Blessings,

Atheria