My tarot cards had the erupting Tower in the center. I knew something would happen and that I needed to be cautious. A few miles from my home I waited for a red light next to a handsome young man in a car parallel to mine. He smiled, I checked my phone. Then he looked concerned and pointed to the back of my car. I rolled my window down just a bit.
"Your tire is flat." Odd, I thought. I just got new tires and had a warranty so I hoped I could make it a few miles to work. The man's young daughter ran around his front seat and wasn't strapped in. He noticed my lack of response.
"You are riding on the rim. You need to pull over!" he said, seemingly concerned.
My intuitive voice said "turn and get away". I turned into a residential area and stopped when I saw two dogs that would be sure to bark, but he had not followed me. I walked around the car to see....no flat tire.
I believe this was a bad guy who wanted to steal my purse, jewelry and phone. Had I rolled my window down all the way it wouldn't have taken but a second to grab my purse on the seat. Had I pulled over to look at the tire, I would have been even more vulnerable. I notified the local police and wished I had noted his license, but at that point I was too confused by conflicting information.
People are generally good, but bad guys abound. Keep your antennae up. Stay intuitive. Trust your instincts. Trusting mine saved me both money and heartache.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
Fly the Nest
My youngest child finished college and a week ago he packed his car to leave for Boston and his new job. For 10 days before he left I made glorious brunches and relished our last extended time together. We shared 22 years of wonder and hard work.
As he checked his room one last time I could feel his happiness pulse. Instead of giant sobs, I wore Mardi Gras necklaces, blew New Year's noisemakers and toasted him with cacophony. My prize was a grin as wide as his face.
Today two baby birds nest on my front porch. One of their siblings flapped its wings and ended up on the grass yesterday. I see their struggles as they fly the nest and I watch their momma's gentle nudges to get them to go. As I see them change, I find peace in the acceptance that my son and I will too.
I love change but this one makes me feel as if I were riding a roller coaster...the highest tallest coaster. I could curl up and howl, but crying makes wrinkles. Instead I will celebrate this intense freedom after 30 years of parenting.
My mini words of wisdom are to pay attention to changes, try not to fight and embrace.
As he checked his room one last time I could feel his happiness pulse. Instead of giant sobs, I wore Mardi Gras necklaces, blew New Year's noisemakers and toasted him with cacophony. My prize was a grin as wide as his face.
Today two baby birds nest on my front porch. One of their siblings flapped its wings and ended up on the grass yesterday. I see their struggles as they fly the nest and I watch their momma's gentle nudges to get them to go. As I see them change, I find peace in the acceptance that my son and I will too.
I love change but this one makes me feel as if I were riding a roller coaster...the highest tallest coaster. I could curl up and howl, but crying makes wrinkles. Instead I will celebrate this intense freedom after 30 years of parenting.
My mini words of wisdom are to pay attention to changes, try not to fight and embrace.
Saturday, March 16, 2013
What is Alive?
Yesterday when I taught piano and voice lessons I wore a pink coral necklace my mom left me. A nine year old girl loved it. I explained that I felt badly because coral is so slow to replenish, and that my mom had bought it in the 1960's when many people had the mistaken belief that we could reap and not sew.
The little girl played Yankee Doodle and then looked at me and said, "It's alive right?"
"Yes, it's like a tree," I told her. "It's alive and takes a long time to grow and it's in the ocean. Not a fish with a shell though, no eyeballs."
We had a laugh and I worried about the info I had given her. I wanted to run to the library and research coral, but that's a weekend endeavor. What sticks with me is her question, "It's alive, right?"
When I wear the necklace my deceased mom is alive, right there around my neck. I hear her unusual low voice that sounded so much like my grandmother Helen's. I hear her tell me how nice it looks with my pink sweater (that sweater is orange, but who knows since she and I both have color challenge issues?).
I don't want to dwell on dead people, but so many tarot reading clients want to talk about people who have died, passed on, passed through. Since I turned 62 and get closer to my demise, I live in that ponder zone more often.
This is what I see with my real eye instead of my mind's eye. Bluebells burst on the side of my house. That is life. My grown children's young skin. That is life. My ability to hear my friend's voice on the phone. That is life, which has to equal optimism.
The little girl played Yankee Doodle and then looked at me and said, "It's alive right?"
"Yes, it's like a tree," I told her. "It's alive and takes a long time to grow and it's in the ocean. Not a fish with a shell though, no eyeballs."
We had a laugh and I worried about the info I had given her. I wanted to run to the library and research coral, but that's a weekend endeavor. What sticks with me is her question, "It's alive, right?"
When I wear the necklace my deceased mom is alive, right there around my neck. I hear her unusual low voice that sounded so much like my grandmother Helen's. I hear her tell me how nice it looks with my pink sweater (that sweater is orange, but who knows since she and I both have color challenge issues?).
I don't want to dwell on dead people, but so many tarot reading clients want to talk about people who have died, passed on, passed through. Since I turned 62 and get closer to my demise, I live in that ponder zone more often.
This is what I see with my real eye instead of my mind's eye. Bluebells burst on the side of my house. That is life. My grown children's young skin. That is life. My ability to hear my friend's voice on the phone. That is life, which has to equal optimism.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Janus and Janice
My mom named me Janice Helen McGee. I never liked my first name. My middle name belonged to my favorite grandmother, so that was cool. My last name changed with a radio DJ gig and husbands. Now I use my maiden name McGee, but it has a bumpy sound.
In the 90's I told my mom I was going to change my first name. She had a fit and made me promise not to do it until she was dead. When she did die, I pondered over the name I wanted. The hassle made me lose interest, but I still disliked Jan. Then during a piano lesson, a 10 year old boy changed my perspective.
"You're real name is Janice? You are lucky!" he said with a big smile. "Janus is the ancient god of doorways and has one head and two faces that look in opposite directions. One can see the past and one can see the future. They both see the present."
Instantly I loved my name. My intuitive gifts have dogged me all my life, yet now I know my name is perfect. My psychic abilities include time travel to the past and the future. My intellect sees the present.
But stupid me for not understanding, and thanks Mom! You had the right idea when you named me Janice/Janus.
In the 90's I told my mom I was going to change my first name. She had a fit and made me promise not to do it until she was dead. When she did die, I pondered over the name I wanted. The hassle made me lose interest, but I still disliked Jan. Then during a piano lesson, a 10 year old boy changed my perspective.
"You're real name is Janice? You are lucky!" he said with a big smile. "Janus is the ancient god of doorways and has one head and two faces that look in opposite directions. One can see the past and one can see the future. They both see the present."
Instantly I loved my name. My intuitive gifts have dogged me all my life, yet now I know my name is perfect. My psychic abilities include time travel to the past and the future. My intellect sees the present.
But stupid me for not understanding, and thanks Mom! You had the right idea when you named me Janice/Janus.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Court
My sister and our lawyer and I went to court last week to settle our mother's estate. We heard intimate facts about the car accident that killed her from the officer on the scene and the truck driver witness. My stepfather caused the accident, which made it all the more unbearable. It was a terribly sad afternoon for all of us. Since I am a receiver and openly emotional, I cried most of the hearing. What surprised me was the bailiff approaching me with a box of tissues and the personal accident story the judge told us. The judge's final comment got stuck in my brain.
"Do not let this define you," he said.
For the last 16 months it has both defined me and altered me, yet I know I must find optimism. Instead of letting this peach rot, I should slice it and eat it now.
My life seems quieter since Mom's death but my desire for solitude heightened my intuition. I believe intuition is a way to not feel alone. When I pay attention to other people's feelings and let emotions into my life, a connection results. Connections can feel like love, even when they come from strangers.
I will not become jaded or let anger linger. My open heart will precede me.
May you find a way to keep your heart open through pain.
"Do not let this define you," he said.
For the last 16 months it has both defined me and altered me, yet I know I must find optimism. Instead of letting this peach rot, I should slice it and eat it now.
My life seems quieter since Mom's death but my desire for solitude heightened my intuition. I believe intuition is a way to not feel alone. When I pay attention to other people's feelings and let emotions into my life, a connection results. Connections can feel like love, even when they come from strangers.
I will not become jaded or let anger linger. My open heart will precede me.
May you find a way to keep your heart open through pain.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Sadness and Intuition
Like most people, I have times when I feel sad and helpless. My therapist friend cautions me not to call it depression, since I am still able to function. When those negative feelings hit me, I try to leave my body and use my intuitive senses.
In the early morning when my bones creak and muscles yell, I listen for the birds. Then I become a bird. I chirp and soar and leave all cares behind. At lunch I inhabit the life of the television news anchor. I pretend to wear a blue suit and read off cue cards. In the afternoon I peer into the face of an adoring 5 year old as we sing Santa Claus is Coming to Town. I feel her trust and pull from her innocence.
Life has rough spots so feel free to use my trick. Leave your troubles behind and intuitively become someone else. It's easy to drift away and put on a new persona, at least for a few moments.
In the early morning when my bones creak and muscles yell, I listen for the birds. Then I become a bird. I chirp and soar and leave all cares behind. At lunch I inhabit the life of the television news anchor. I pretend to wear a blue suit and read off cue cards. In the afternoon I peer into the face of an adoring 5 year old as we sing Santa Claus is Coming to Town. I feel her trust and pull from her innocence.
Life has rough spots so feel free to use my trick. Leave your troubles behind and intuitively become someone else. It's easy to drift away and put on a new persona, at least for a few moments.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Reaching Out to Dead People
The first time I remember communicating with people who died is when I started working on murder cases with police in 1992. The victims seemed to come back to life to show and tell me how the murder happened. The problem was that my expended energy exhausted me. Talking to dead people has never been fun for me.
Mediums are popular these days and many of my clients want to communicate with their dead loved ones. They want to know if they are ok or if they have a message to impart.
To reach across to another dimension is difficult. I do not see how mediums can do it on a regular basis. I want to help people reach out to loved ones who are no longer with us but I cannot do it without having little energy left for my own life. My advice is to do it yourself. Pay attention to words of wisdom from the past and cherish memories. Listen when you hear advice from a long gone loved one. They are still there for you. Replay memories and you can make contact without a medium. We all have intuitive abilities that go beyond mortal reality.
Mediums are popular these days and many of my clients want to communicate with their dead loved ones. They want to know if they are ok or if they have a message to impart.
To reach across to another dimension is difficult. I do not see how mediums can do it on a regular basis. I want to help people reach out to loved ones who are no longer with us but I cannot do it without having little energy left for my own life. My advice is to do it yourself. Pay attention to words of wisdom from the past and cherish memories. Listen when you hear advice from a long gone loved one. They are still there for you. Replay memories and you can make contact without a medium. We all have intuitive abilities that go beyond mortal reality.
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