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Listening to messages from the universe

I can’t believe this timing. This nice woman responded to my Taos post on Instagram yesterday where I asked people for their interesting stories about how they were drawn to Taos.  In my post (see above) I asked for people to either put their stories in the comments section, or email me their story if they were not comfortable posting it publicly.  But, she direct messaged me this video via Instagram.

( Here is a link to the Blue Sky Retreat at San Geronimo Lodge: https://www.hotels.com/ho266948/?pa=1&tab=description&ZSX=0&SYE=3&q-room-0-children=0&q-room-0-adults=2 )

I don’t really like to chat via direct/private messages on any social media site, so I don’t usually even check private messages on Instagram.  Because she had alerted me that a message would be coming, I went and looked.  Because I checked, I happened to see a message from September 9th that an ex Sony co-worker I’ve not talked to in ages had sent me.  Thank goodness I saw it!  He had written to tell me that a message I had given him from spirit many years ago suddenly made sense to him.  At the time, he had assumed the message was from his departed mother because of the name that I told him I had heard.  (I’m not saying the exact names to protect his identity.)  But, he just assumed I had slightly misunderstood the name and that it was his mom’s name instead of the similar sounding man’s name I gave him at the time.

Anyway, he just found out that his father’s stepdad’s real first name was the name I had given him!  He had always heard the family call the man by a different first name.  This out-of-the-blue validation from my ex co-worker about a spirit message I had given him many years ago, came to me with perfect timing…especially just after seeing this video about letting the universe give you a sign.  I am so incredibly miserable right now and cannot keep doing the unfulfilling work I have been doing for years.  And it is not lost on me that all of this came about because of Taos.

Perhaps the REAL me that needs to be let out is the psychic medium me…not the administrative assistant me.  I am someone who has needed a steady paycheck, etc. to feel “safe” and secure financially, but I’m close to having to make a drastic change in my life in order to be happier and to fulfill my soul’s mission on Earth. In the past week, I’ve had 2 ex Sony Pictures co-workers reach out to me asking for readings. AND, while taping the YouTube video in this post this morning, a hummingbird came from nowhere, flew up next to my balcony, looked at me, and flew off! I’ve been getting SO many hummingbird visitations lately (always quick and they seem to stare at me) that I bought a beaded bracelet from a Native American man last weekend that had a hummingbird in the design. You can see it here:

No coincidences…

Atheria

Increasing Spirit Visitations

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This is a quickie post.  Last night I was visited in a “dream” by a lovely guy I used to work with at Sony Pictures Entertainment who left this realm way too young.  (From my human perspective…not his soul’s perspective.)  I wish I could recall the dream, but it’s already just a glimmer in my memory.  At work yesterday, I had a quick “drive by visitation” by the brother of a friend of mine that included a simple but nice message.  Last week, I had another quick visitation by a young gal who was recently killed in a car accident while I took my lunchtime walk at work.  She also gave me a brief message to pass along.  I seem to be having increasing numbers of visitations by people on the Other Side lately and I don’t know what’s triggering it.  Is anyone else having more encounters with family and friends on the Other Side?  I don’t know if the veil is suddenly getting even thinner, or what?  I’d love to hear your feedback and/or stories.  One friend said she was awakened this morning by a loved one in spirit hugging her and smiling.

In Light,

Atheria

Shamanic Healing Session

I just happened (yeah, riiiiight…just HAPPENED) to grab a free magazine in Taos Ski Valley on the 23rd of March that listed healers, MDs, chiropractors, etc. in the Taos area.  While flipping through it, a one page ad shared by two Native American grandmothers (that term was significant to me because of a dream I had in September of 2016) jumped out at me.  I was very drawn to write to both of them about my dream, that clearly felt beyond being a normal dream…that it was a message from spirit.  Both women very kindly replied, but Sandra’s message to me hit my heart hard.  My soul knew she was right, although my ego fought what she told me.  I decided to have a shamanic healing session with her today, and it was powerful.  I’m so thankful I’ve been led to her.  She is a truly lovely soul.

I have to admit, during the shamanic healing session, I started to get concerned about how much energy from her it seemingly used.  (I later learned that healing sessions don’t drain her at all, but actually fill her with energy.)  From an outsider’s standpoint, you’d think she’d be exhausted at the end, but, nope!  From the moment I walked into her lovely hogan, I started to feel the tingling of spirit.  During the session, I definitely felt a lot of tingling, especially at the back of my head and neck…where I have major damage that causes my constant migraine and neck pain for 22.5 years (as of today).  I had some involuntary muscle movement, and twice I felt a very sharp (knife like) pain at the base of my skull on the right hand side (my damage is more on the right than left) and on the right side of the base of my neck.  This did not scare me at all.  I actually took it as a good sign that spirit was doing a type of psychic surgery on me.

During the session, I picked up a name that was very distinct.  At first I brushed it off as nothing, but later, it came back again…urgently.  So, when the session was over, I asked Sandra if XXXXX (not posting it) meant something to her, and it definitely did…causing her to get the chills.  I was honored to be able to give her something in return for all that she gave me today.  She cleared out a lot of gunk in my chakras and energy body (not shocking that I was full of gunk) and did soul retrieval work on me.  At least 3 chunks of my soul had taken off and needed to be called back.  Interestingly, I learned that anytime you are put under general anesthesia, there is a risk of having your soul vamoose.  As one anesthesiologist told me a while ago, “Anesthesia is CONTROLLED DEATH.”  That’s actually true.  You have to be made unconscious enough to not feel the surgery, but not so unconscious you die.  Sandra explained that sometimes being so close to death kind of confuses your soul and it’s easy to have some of it wander off.  Now, I’m waaaaay oversimplifying what she explained, but you get the drift.

Immediately after the session today, my headache was BAD.  But, that is typical.  Whenever I’ve had any kind of treatments done on my head/neck, at first the pain is worse due to it being aggravated.  I know that movement of energy happened today, so I was not alarmed by my pain level being up.  In fact, hours later, the pain is lowering again.  It’s hard to explain, but I feel lighter right now.  I feel a shift in a good way.  I’m curious to see if anything happens during my sleep…which is definitely possible.  Any changes that will stem from today’s session may be gradual.

Because she’d not asked permission to bring forth my spirit animal, she didn’t do that today.  But, I would definitely like to get another session to have her do that.  It can be very empowering to meet and really bond with your spirit animal guardian.  In a meditation years ago where I was to meet my main spirit guide, I also saw a gorgeous black jaguar.  And, I had mountain lions/cougars show up in an Albuquerque healing session years ago, and in photos of me in Carmel, CA.  (I also had a medicine wheel show up in one Los Angeles hiking picture!)  So, I do suspect my spirit animal is a big cat of some sort.

If you are in the Taos/Arroyo Hondo area of New Mexico and want to have a great shamanic healing session, I would highly recommend Sandra “Sandy” Chestnutt of Earth Walk Medicine.

Blessings,

Atheria

Messages from Pets in Spirit – Pippin’s Story

20170924_112724Previously I’ve blogged about how my 2 cats, Karma and Bodhi, (who I miss every single day 4 and 5 years later) have found ways to get through to me…going so far as to DEMATERIALIZE cat treats (not kidding) on their altar.  I’ve heard lots of other stories from strangers and friends about how their pets have found ways to break through the veil and let them know they are also spiritual beings and that they will be waiting for us on the Other Side when it’s our time to cross over.  One such event happened to me today as a message for a friend who lost his beloved 7 year old dog named Pippin unexpectedly.

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Before going to my astrology group, I decided to venture off in Santa Fe and walk around the wonderful art filled Canyon Road area.  I didn’t have lots of extra time, so I kind of did a fast tour around.  (By the way…there are fabulous artists in Santa Fe and it’s the 3rd largest art market in the USA.)  Just as I was running out of time and needed to head back to my car, I glanced over to see the above sign for Pippin Contemporary Gallery.  I got an instant spirit smack and knew that it was a message from Pippin for his human daddy.  I emailed the picture and my feeling about it to my friend, and he said that he’s felt Pippin around him in spirit today…and that this “coincidence” confirmed that fact.

CoincidenceI was reading a book by a famous psychic years ago where she said that anything we notice during the day is a message.  No 2 people notice the exact same things.  When something “randomly” catches your eye, pay attention to it.  It’s God’s way of getting messages through to us.  It’s also our loved ones in spirit’s way of getting messages through to us…both human and animal.

On a personal note, I am much more connected to animals than humans.  It’ll be 5 years tomorrow that I lost Bodhi.  The grief I felt losing him…and then Karma less than a year later…is still with me.  Animals love unconditionally.  Animals ARE love incarnate.  I hope that Pippin comes to my friend in dreams as my cats have, and allows him to hold his fur child again.

I’ve done a couple of readings lately that have gone super well, and it never ceases to amaze me what our unseen loved ones will bring through to prove that they are who they say they are.  Sometimes it’s specific health stuff (like in a recent case where the woman in spirit passed from lung cancer and I could hear her smoker’s raspy laugh) or something serious.  But other times it’s funny things like the “hot fudge cake” I got years ago from a spirit.  Come to find out, that was the person’s very favorite dessert and even on the Other Side…the soul was thinking of food!  🙂

Before I sign off, I do want to link another artist’s website whose work I discovered today and loooove.  I adore horses, so you’ll see why I love her work:  Siri Hollander

Stay open for signs from your pets in spirit.  They, just like human loved ones, often find ways to let us know that they are still around and that they do love us.  May Pippin be running free on the Other Side and may my friend find a little bit of peace from what happened today.

Blessings,

Atheria

FREEDOM

I’m going to warn you that this post will be all over the place.  Get some popcorn and something to drink and settle in.

In the words of the late, great, George Michael…FREEDOM!  (God I miss him.)

Many years ago in Los Angeles, a fabulous medium named Rodolfo Silva told me the first time he met me that (1) not only did I need to change my name because my birth name was so wrong for me that it was literally causing me harm — I thought he was bonkers at the time but then Atheria showed up in 1998 — and (2) that I was liked a caged animal screaming to be set free…and if I didn’t let the REAL me out, I would die a bitter old woman.  (He was blunt.  He also told me I’d go through life alone, which so far has been proven to be true.)  For over 2 decades now, I’ve wondered, “What needs to be let out?!”  I’m not totally sure, but I am feeling more and more that my quitting job after job and moving around the USA has more to do with needing freedom than being fed up with nothing to do, lack of opportunities, and no one to date (NM) or very high rent, smog, and horrid traffic (CA).  I need to be freaking FREE more than I need a new zip code.

I am vegan by choice (animals are my best friends and I don’t eat my friends) but not gluten free by choice (damn Irish ancestry and Celiac Disease in my bloodline).  Being vegan is restrictive enough (not that I’m saying being vegan sucks…because it doesn’t) and yet, I have limited my vegan freedom by self-imposing variations of veganism such as macrobiotics (not a fully vegan diet but can be done veganly), raw foodism (diametrically opposed to macrobiotics), high carb/low fat, low carb/high fat/Eco Atkins, etc.  Maybe it’s an age thing, but I just cannot last long on an overly restrictive diet anymore.  It makes me obsess about what I “can’t” have and then I freak out and eat 10 lbs. of whatever it is I “shouldn’t” eat after a few weeks.  I’ve got to learn moderation!  I’m a double Libra (sun and rising) for crying out loud!  I think I crossed that bridge tonight though.

In April 2014 I was diagnosed with early onset osteoporosis, probably due to not only the fact that I’m a very small boned (miniscule bones…I could not believe my pelvis could hold me up when I saw my DEXA scan) white woman with bone density issues in my family tree…but because I also have had eating disorders for much of my life and have done some pretty horrid things to myself.  (Thankfully, the really horrid stuff was loooong ago…but the damage was done.)  Anyway, I was determined to prove to my MD that yoga could rebuild bone density, if done in a specific weight bearing way, and one year later when I was re-scanned, sure enough, I had gained back some of my lost bone density.  Because of that, addictive (and scared) personality type that I am, I have obsessively done this almost hour long yoga routine every single night since then.  I have probably only missed a handful of days in 3.5 years.  On my way back to Albuquerque from Cancun in 2015 I did yoga in the middle of the airport while people stepped over me.  I’m not kidding.  It has become stressful to me and I’ve turned down social opportunities (that I should go to) because I had do to yoga.  I have managed to turn something healthy and good for you into an unhealthy obsession that I now often dread and which creates stress.

Maybe it’s because I’m approaching 51 and just don’t want to HAVE to do anything anymore, or maybe it’s just burnout…but not only did I plop a huge spoon of fatty sunflower seed butter on my dinner (I’m “supposed” to be eating low fat) tonight, but I said, “The heck with yoga…I’m doing something I have ALWAYS loved instead…dancing!”  I remember reading a book by Marilu Henner years ago where she said that when she needed to lose weight as a young actor she started dancing every night for 25-30 minutes.  I have always LOVED to dance!  It’s the ONLY form of exercise that I actually enjoy and I only want to do things I enjoy from now on!  Life is too damn short!  I have lost a lot of friends in their 40s and 50s the past few years.

I started streaming Pandora through my Roku TV and guess what the very first song was…(I’m going to start applying for jobs back in Hollywood later next month)…FAME by my beloved (God I miss him so much) David Bowie!  That was followed up by Rhianna singing S&M (Don’t listen if you’re a prude), Usher singing something (Who cares?  This is cutie Usher we’re talking about), Flo Rida, and then some other chick I’ve never heard of but whose dance song I liked.  I danced like a freaking crazy woman for exactly 32 minutes and it was AWESOME!  Now, this was not mild dancing we’re talking about here.  I used my entire body and threw in some push-ups and yoga poses for good measure.  Animals do NOT work out.  Animals do not go to gyms.  They USE their bodies during the day and that’s what I’m going to try to start doing.  At work I’ll talk to my boss while doing a handstand.  (He’s used to me being odd.)  I think it’s much better to break exercise up and sneak it in throughout the day.  And that way, you feel freer!  Cats stretch and do yoga randomly throughout the day.  Horses suddenly gallop.  We can be animals!  Once again, the animal kingdom is way ahead of us stupid humans.

So, I’ve mentioned freeing yourself from dietary (think moderation in a vegan context) and fitness/workout rules.  That’s only part of the whole freedom thing.  I am fully prepared and willing to live in my Honda Fit if I need to do that.  My only complication, because I’ve thought about this, is my 2 fur kids.  The cats would not love living in a car.  Granted, I could get one of these cool pet backpacks…or a pet stroller…but I do think that they’d mutiny pretty quickly.  Oh the responsibilities of being a fur kid parent!

All I know is that I need FREEDOM and I will not be truly happy until I totally free myself from all societal limitations and rules.  Our souls are meant to be free!  We are not born to simply pay bills and die.  There is more importance to our lives than that.  And, speaking of which, this happened today:  https://www.instagram.com/p/BZKPLwAH2N7/

So yes, I am indeed supposed to be writing.  I do wish my unseen friends would help a bit more though and tell me which of my ideas to focus on, and if it’s the film…help me with a major plot issue I’ve been blocked regarding for close to 25 years!  My soul is intrinsically a writer, even when pursuing acting years ago.  I once wrote this monologue for an acting class because I couldn’t find a monologue to perform that I really resonated with.  When I performed the emotional piece, I got lovely compliments on my acting…but the compliments on the writing actually meant more to me.  One fellow actor asked if she could perform my work.  That was a huge honor and I’ll never forget it.

Since I said this post would be all over the place, it was really cool to find out today that astrologically, it’s right in my natal chart that I’m a psychic medium/trance channel and connected to the Other Side.  I have Pluto and Uranus in the 12th house (for example…there are other indicators also).  I am finding astrology more and more fascinating.  I even have something in my chart (which I’m now blanking on) that indicates eating disorders.  I have to say, though, that most of my natal chart sucks.  I wish I could be reborn.  I’ve told my guides I’m not ever coming back…that I’m over this incarnation crap.  Granted, once I’m pure spirit…not in constant pain and all full of joy and such, I’ll probably be the overachiever that I am and agree to come back for the gazillionth time.  I still think I was stoned when I agreed to this incarnation with all of its many struggles.

Well, I’ve blabbered on long enough.  I need to attempt to sleep (insomnia has been back lately).  I guess my main point to this post is that you should free yourself from any self imposed or society imposed restrictions.  At this awful temp job many years ago, I had it pop into my head one day that the fear of my life staying the same was worse than my fear of leaping and taking a risk.  I quit the cruddy temp job and pursued acting full-time for a while.  It didn’t make me a movie star, but I didn’t end up living on the streets either…and now I help keep the USA safe from disaster.  In between that temp job and now I also worked at Sony Pictures Entertainment where I loved my job.  Quitting that to move to Oregon in 2008 was a stupid thing to do!  Oh well.  Everything happens for a reason and all that!  I do fully believe that we are lead to some end goal.  Right now mine is vague, but I’m trusting in the plan.

Stay tuned,

Atheria

 

Veer off your path and find magic!

Since I’ve got commitment issues and am still not committing to this great apartment with washer/dryer hookups by buying a washer and dryer, I drove to the cheap laundromat I like in Espanola this a.m. to do my laundry.  This laundromat always has friendly people in it (and free coffee!) but today I got to chatting with this nice man who turned out to be a fabulous artist named Walter W. Nelson.  We chatted about various things, including art and writing and living in isolated areas.  He agreed that I effed up when I got shy 20 years ago and turned down Neil Simon’s offer to mentor me as a writer.  (He’s friends with a successful writer and neighbor in Abiquiu.)  But he also said something important to me.  When I mentioned that I’m not sure WHAT to write as I am all over the place with ideas, he said, “Just write.  Don’t try to figure it out.  Just write.”  (I’m paraphrasing.)  We had one of those brief, fateful interactions that are clearly destined…and not accidents.  Walter may not know it, but I think he was used as a messenger/angel today for me.

By the way, I looooove this quote from his writer friend’s bio:  In 1986, Preston piled everything he owned into the back of a Subaru and moved from New York City to Santa Fe to write full time, following the advice of S. J. Perelman that “the dubious privilege of a freelance writer is he’s given the freedom to starve anywhere.”

After lunch, I got the urge to go to El Santurio de Chimayo as I felt the need for spiritual/emotional healing and my 21+ years of constant head/neck pain has been slowly killing me…literally.  On the way to Chimayo, I got the urge (was listening to urges today and it turned out magical) to veer off to go to the Nambe Trading Post I’ve heard about.  As fate would have it, today was day 1 of their opening for the summer season!  The place has fabulous stuff, including movie memorabilia and a real Emmy Award!  As a vegan, some of the dead animal stuff was upsetting, but, it is part of the Native American culture and history, so I dealt with it.  I wanted to buy tons of the things they had for sale, but controlled myself.  Ha!  And, of course, I wanted to steal the Emmy! 😉 The Nambe Trading Post has some great art.

After that, I continued onto my end goal…El Santuario de Chimayo.  But, as I went to turn onto Highway 98 from Highway 503, I saw a sign pointing down further on 503 that mentioned a LAKE.  When I see anything that mentions lakes, I get excited.  So, I decided to go exploring and stay on 503.  It was a very winding and pretty drive and I discovered a tiny town I’d never heard of before named Cundiyo.  I had no cell reception there and asked some locals if I was near a lake…and they kindly gave me directions.  (Everyone I interacted with today was freaking LOVELY!  People waved at me in Chimayo like they do in Taos!)

Finally, I got to Santa Cruz Lake.  I have never heard of Santa Cruz Lake!  It’s wonderful!  There is always more to find in magical New Mexico!  I only stayed for a little while, so the parking attendant didn’t charge me the $5 fee because I told him I just wanted to take some pictures and wouldn’t stay long.  (See what I mean about nice people today?)

Eventually I continued on and found a pretty restaurant called Rancho de Chimayo where they let me wander around and explore even though I wasn’t eating there.  (Nice people yet again!)  I am definitely going to eat there this year.  It has wonderful ambiance and I heard GOOD margaritas!

Finally…but it was a lovely warm, spring-like day…so I wasn’t in a rush…I made it to El Santuario de Chimayo.  I explored more of the areas around the church than usual, and sat inside this chapel just down the block.

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chapel interiorI was alone in Santo Nino de Atocha chapel…and it had GREAT energy of holiness.  There truly is power in places where people go to pray.  It clearly affects the vibration of the place.  I felt reverence.  I felt God.  This chapel was built in 1857.

I got talking to yet another kind man who pointed me toward what looked like a tiny house (I’m obsessed with tiny houses.) but was actually a tiny chapel.  (It’s on my http://www.instagram.com/atheria444 account.  I’m too tired to find it and post it.)  He promised me that if I went inside and shut the door, I’d be filled with peace…that I’d feel God.  And, he was right.  There was a sense of peace inside that tiny building.  But, it was also hot and stuffy so I didn’t stay long.  LOL

I got coffee from a local Chimayo coffee house/art gallery and had a wonderful conversation with my barista/gifted artist.  Yep…..another wonderful interaction with a stranger today.  (There was also a guy driving past me, who, when I looked lost in my car, asked me what I was looking for and helpfully pointed me in the right direction.)

With coffee in hand, I headed to El Santuario.

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I was raised Catholic, but am not Catholic anymore…but do appreciate and love OLD churches.  I have to respect those who TRULY take their religion/faith seriously.  There was a family in fervent prayer.  In small New Mexico towns like Chimayo the people live, breathe, and eat their faith.  And, their reverence for Jesus/God clearly not only shows in their interactions with others, but also affects the energy of the place.  The energy there is FABULOUS.

I did go into the back room this time, where the holy healing dirt is.  I followed directions and rubbed some of it on my damaged neck.  I also asked God for help regarding both physical and emotional healing so that I could accomplish the things my soul came here to do in this incarnation.  Right now the physical pain, which is 24/7 and worsening by the year, sucks too much of my energy.  I struggle just to get through the day.  If I’m supposed to do major spiritual work….I need relief….and I need it now.

I will say that sitting in some of the prayer areas of both the main church, and the other chapel….where people put up photos of loved ones who need prayers (lots of babies)….hits you.  It was a bit overwhelming just how many people are suffering….and how much love there is within families/friends.

When it was time to leave, I got into Ruby (my red Honda Fit) and looked down to see that it was exactly 4:44 p.m.!  As I’ve mentioned before, 444 is a sign that angels are with you!  Perfect timing!

As I was driving home on Highway 503, I tilted my head up a bit to avoid the sun that was directly in my eyes, when suddenly my neck…up at the very top where my skull sits on C1 and I’m convinced my main problem is…snapped/cracked!  It was weird!  Something clearly shifted!  I thought to myself, “Oh my God!  El Santuario de Chimayo is going to fix my neck!”  Now, a few hours later my 21+ years long headache is still here…but…something DOES feel different.  I really do thing something good happened.  I’m trying to control my hope, but I have a little hope after being hopeless for a very long time.  Wouldn’t it be awesome to wake up tomorrow and be out of pain because I rubbed dirt on my neck?!

When I got home, this is what I saw:

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I saw God in the sky.  New Mexico makes you feel and EXPERIENCE God.  I can’t really explain it to those who don’t get it.  But, this land is truly magical.  I may not be happy, in general, and definitely need to find more fulfilling work that doesn’t suck my soul dry…but I’m where I’m meant to be.  My soul knows that Northern NM is where I’m meant to be.  I never was meant to be in Albuquerque.  Northern NM is what I resonate with.  And the people are SO friendly and kind up here!  I want to live where strangers wave at you!

Blessings,

Atheria

 

You got the pearls!

pearlsYears ago in Los Angeles I went for a reading (because we psychics can’t read ourselves…annoyingly…and I wasn’t totally aware of just how weird my life was going to get back then — hadn’t started channeling yet) with medium Eddie Cabral and it turned out to be a very interesting session.  Amongst the many interesting things he told me that hour, he brought through the spirit of my brother.  Now, that wouldn’t be shocking except for the fact that I didn’t have a brother who died…or so I thought.  As I was sitting there listening to what Eddie was saying, all I could think of at first was that there was just me and my younger sister as siblings.  All of a sudden, though, I had this AH HA moment where I remembered that after my sister was born, mom did get pregnant again…but had a miscarriage that was pretty bad.  (Well, all miscarriages are bad.)  Mom had wanted to have 4 kids, but after the miscarriage and complications…opted to stop at the 2 daughters she had.  (Eerily, years later during a surgery mom was undergoing, doctors found what they called a “hairy tooth” inside her that they suspected was the twin of the other baby she lost…although that was never totally proven.)  So Eddie was passing along messages from the pregnancy mom lost.  The baby would have been a boy had its soul not had to leave early for some reason.

To get back to what Eddie was bringing through, the spirit of my brother exclaimed…somewhat jealously, “You got the pearls!  You got the pearls!”  I was like, “What pearls?”  Clearly he felt that HE was meant to get the pearls had he been born.  Eddie and I realized that this spirit did not mean literal pearls.  The pearls were symbolic meaning a special spiritual gift.  I just found this information when I Googled pearl symbolism.  http://www.allaboutheaven.org/symbols/496/123/pearl

Now, many years later, I am feeling a stronger and stronger pull to do more important work than the office work that has been my main livelihood for decades.  I’ve been highly underutilizing my pearls.  I’m actually going to meditate like I should have been doing regularly long ago as I look for clarity and direction from spirit.  Maybe my brother on the Other Side can help.  This story I shared goes to show you that even when a spirit doesn’t make it to physical birth…or if it passes quickly after being born…it continues to live on and grow up on the Other Side.

On another note, I blogged recently about how I have been having things happen here in my new apartment that have led me to believe there is some kind of vortex in the kitchen or, at the very least, that it’s haunted.  Last night there were more noises in the kitchen and then my necklaces that are hanging on hooks on my bedroom closet door suddenly all were strongly shaking around loudly in the wee hours of the morning.  Now, Bleu MIGHT have caused the necklaces to shake around if he quickly pushed open the door…but I didn’t catch him in the act.  But, while brushing my teeth this morning in the bathroom, I turned toward the door and clearly saw a ball of light…low to the floor…go in front of the bathroom door from the living room into the bedroom!  I’ve been telling Bodhi and Karma (2 of my cats that passed away years ago) how much I miss them lately, so my friends and I are wondering if it was one of my fur babies in spirit stopping by.  I sure hope so.

In light,

Atheria