My Spiritual Windows

Listening to songs of the soul in t he background,  with  thoughts   transported into a structure carrying the  appearance of a temple of light. S tanding at the rear and looking unto the massive beauty of this structure, lining both sides are musicians playing in the  keys of their hearts and souls and  tones that rang through energy in soft melodies.  As if the breath was being caught in the beauty of the presence, looking to my right , a  spiritual influence was there telling me the journey to the front of the temple would be as short or long as I chose for the walk.  Leading back to earlier teachings and how th ought process here and there were  the cornerstone of our creative desires, taking the lead halfway forward through the succession of musicians as they played, I saw a window come into view. D istances left to advance before  within this vision of beauty, now seemed small. Once again, propelling through thought forwa rd u...

 For 1000 years to be but a day in heaven, every 24 hours would equate to 41.66 years and each minute would be .69 years. A lifetime would be for most people 2 hours of sleep.Not my words I took it from the Bible.  Lord, You have Been Our Dwelling Place …3You turn man back into dust And say, "Return, O children of men." 4For a thousand years in Your sight Are like yesterday when it passes by, Or as a watch in the night. 5You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep; In the morning they are like grass which sprouts anew.… New American Standard Bible Happy Dreaming!

  At times my visions flip me to the other side, I am open without judgements and expectations which always make the adventures amazing.   On one such visions I was in a huge open hallway, in the hallway I seen someone I knew in front of myself in the hallway who at this time is still of this world. Lacking patience I moved forward into a massive room with endless long tables and came upon a table with some of my own departed family members. Mother, Cousin, one faded from having a clear vision of. My uncle Harold who said “Linda , what are you doing here? Told him I really not sure though just visiting. My mother looked sad to see me. No mom not staying!! I took a look at myself and was much younger with long blond hair and dressed other than I would have dressed, But okay.   The whole segment was quickly passed. Across the stage, people were being somewhat received back. And that was all. The other side is not quite what we have been programmed to see, though all seemed ...

  Fear is synonymous with unknown. At times we put a line in the sand at our feet avoiding to cross the line into the unknown.   Anytime I have crossed the line, I have been grateful for the crossing. Spiritually lines are drawn repeatedly. Easier to remain in what is comfortable or repeating and living in the past than crossing the line of unknown for the what if’s than expanding into the known at a different understanding. Staying at a pause or ears and eyes open only to others who seemingly crossed the line.   Though did they really or rephrase the past? Time to straighten your crown and do as asked and take the leap of coming to your source as the child. Fearless and open without hesitation to grow in your own path rather than a repeated path of another. The unknown new is crossing the line. Not mistaken for fear. Take the worse in complete faith of the child. Knowing what is behind, find the innocence to overcome the crossing.    In doing so possibly new fe...

​ Being Easter seems like the perfect day to share this experience.     On August 1 st , 2006 I was sick for weeks though when my daughter asked if I would like to ride with her to the local grocery “Dillions” I agreed. Outside the temp was stifling feeling much like a   Arriving at the store, I noticed a man standing on the entrance area in front of a pole used for an incline into the store. Dressed in sandals, black billowing pants much like hammer pants from another time, crepe material long sleeve shirt with a brown suit type coat over his shirt. Gazed at him thinking the local police would escort him from town if they saw him. Not a town for allowing strangers to stay. Not a drop of sweat when I was dripping in the sauna state of the afternoon heat. As I thought this he just smiled, with his beautiful light brown eyes and shoulder length brown hair.   Across his forehead dents lined the forehead from side to side. Thought I could help you with those and he smile...

  Dreams which come in from left field with no reference to your dream in full color are very much cognitive messages worth remembering and analyzing in a spiritual sense.   Such as one I had of building a stair case in a empty house. Not my home, though representative of bringing together a sturdy path between two dimensions, upper and lower. Strong supportive foundation provided. Complete in the creation and ready for use. New though unknowingly tying the energy. Ready for use.    Having in the past many dreams involving traveling stairs, being complete was rare. Along with sturdy support. Pay attention to sent messages, the reveal is nearer than you may believe. We do not need to know how, though believing in the possibility is key. 

Bartering:Fairness and worth   Bartering has been in use since the beginning of time. A method of showing worth and appreciation towards a service or product rendered. I could count on less than two hands the time I accepted a preset amount over a barter. As a rule individual needs are comparable in appreciation. Gracious giving of the hand made to a complete Dell system left on the porch. In return all appreciated in like form.   The tools I use were given freely by this universe, to be used in fairness to all who request. Being in God’s pockets is not a gain or trust in faith. I have worked with people from all over this world and at times those from now beyond this world still in need of Earth energy in assistance. Individually assessing the needs of each from readings to remote healing in many corners of the world. My thought processing and Spirit work in unison.    The first question always goes to healing energies who inform of what is being asked is needed for...

    Once was a star.  Not the brightest shining star but he was a star nonetheless.  He looked like all  other stars up so high in the sky.  His best friend was the moon.   He made friends with the moon because they were so close to each other in the sky.  The star and the moon would shine together every night through wind and snow and rain.       Shortly after the first snowfall of the year, little star told the moon that he disliked sitting up in the sky all the time and shining -- night, after night, after night.  No one ever noticed how special he was.  Feeling everyone took him for granted.  He wanted to try to do other things -- sledding for example.  He watched the child who lived below him sled today.  That might be fun!   He told the moon how he would start at the top of the highest hill and  zoom  down its entire length.  The cold air pushing his star points as he held on for de...

      Linda was kind enough to offer a reading at my convenience. I asked about my career, and if was going to be worth the stress of continuing to try to continue on my path. I love my job, but it is very stressful. Linda said that I had a 'book in me'... For the past 15 years of my life, I have wanted to write about my life to help others live a better life with mental illness just as I have! I've had the title of the book forever. She gave me valuable information on how to start that process. It is what I was meant to do. Previously, Linda had stated she saw a global path to my work. I am also a public speaker, and I LOVE public speaking. I've been toying with the idea of branching out independently to do so. With a book, and public speaking, branching out either nationally OR globally simply makes sense. I have a fire in my belly like never before to write my book. Linda picked on things I've never told anyone. She is an excellent intuitive going above and beyon...

Face in the window experience   I don’t often speak of my personal experience with spirit.    Years ago on a trip to Chicago, at the time I was working remotely for a Wheeling corporation and on Friday afternoon rushing for the airport, missed my exit so kept driving thinking eventually the interstate would wrap back around again finding the exit to O’Hara.    After a half hour nerves were taking over on whether I would find the exit or catch my flight home. Minutes later glancing out my drivers window was a full blown image looking back a male spirit on the window.   Long white hair, crystal blue eyes , white robe on his shoulders and skin looking as new baby flesh. I knew in the moment I would be fine and definitely was not alone. Focusing back on the interstate my next exit was my airport exit.   Was able to return the rental, make it to the airport and terminal finding flight was overbooked and vouchers being offered in return for taking the next f...