Well that fortnight went by quickly, and so has this week. Time is an illusion, and getting more elusive as I get older.
Tom and I went to church a week ago today. This time people actually looked at us and spoke to us, which was lovely. One of the puzzling parts for me was, for the second time, I was told that there is a great deal of sadness around me and 'did you have a recent loss?'. No. The spirits giving the message were not well identified 'a mother figure' whom the lady assumed was my mother, only last time I checked she's alive and well. Could have been her sister, but she was definitely not the 'mothering type', as the reader described the spirit when I questioned her. Then a 'tall man' .. him I think I knew. When I had a reading at a mind, body, spirit festival recently my grandfather (mother's father) was supposed to have come through, so it might well have been him .. he was 6'8" like my son is now. And their messages - I am not to worry, stress or take on anything new. Hmm... since I am doing very little at the moment I find the last bit a bit of a puzzle .. but ok, I will not take on anything new, for now. What is new?
When I questioned the reader afterwards, stopping mainly to thank her, she elaborated in more useless ways. She said the sadness was probably my mother's feelings?? So I came home and rang mum and no, she's not sad, more frustrated with still having to live in her house until it sells (which will hopefully be soon, thank God). Since I had talked to mum the day before and knew she was fine I said no to that. So the lady had no explanation for the sadness .. and mostly neither do I.
Since then I've spent time questioning myself to see if its me that has hidden sadness. Tom, bless him, asks if I am ok every time I stop smiling. It is hard to get people to realise that I just have one of those faces .. if I am not smiling I look sad. The face doesn't fit the emotions, sorry .. but I can't smile 24/7. Can anyone?
The other puzzle was the Reverend lady. We were standing in the kitchen having afternoon tea and she gave the lady who did the readings a nice bunch of flowers, then wrapped up a smaller one and handed it to me??? I said thank you. Did she do it to a purpose or just because I was standing beside her (well almost beside, Tom was between us).
The world is very strange ... and I am enjoying it immensely.
:-) See .. this is me smiling. LOL
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Sunday, June 14, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Visitors from the Spiritualist Church
The story continues ...
Today is Monday. Tom is on holidays so he was home with me all day. He continued to be melancholy. It had started in the church yesterday. I questioned him but I could not pin down the source of his sadness.
The day had begun oddly. He had woken up around 3.00am and got up at 5.00am. I had not slept well and was tired and grumpy and stayed in bed until nearly 7.30am. When he came in about 7.00 or so I had just woken up from a nightmare and was feeling forlorn and grumpy. I had been a small child who had lost things that she treasured; I remember a cup and perhaps a bear. The images were fleeting, the emotion far stronger than the visuals. It took me a while to drag myself out of bed, and I spent a long time thinking about the girl, and what ‘I’ had lost.
We discussed the church events again. It was not until after lunch, with my hands in hot water washing dishes, that I finally connected his mood and my dream together. I went out the front of the house to check the weather, which had been overcast all day and felt like rain, and said to myself ‘there is a storm coming’, which is the usual message I get when we are about to have some spiritual turbulence. A storm .. so I locked down the house shields and realised, rapidly, that the ‘storm’ was actually in the house with us.
Tom was sitting at the table. I asked him if he was aware of walking around with ‘anyone’ in his energy (inside his aura). He didn’t know. But I did. You see, what had happened to me during the washing up was the name Leopold. Leopold. An old name and completely out of the blue .. given that my thoughts were not on any subject related to that name. I told Tom what had happened and he said Leopold Zarvinski. We looked him up on the net. He really existed. It seems that Leopold, who might be related to Tom very distantly, had been somehow waiting at the building the spiritualist church uses for their services ... along with about 6 other ghosts.
When I checked around me, before talking to Tom, I found the little girl who had lost things, and 5 other lost souls, all drawing energy from both Tom and I. . They had latched on to us when we had walked into the building. That is when Tom had started feeling sad. That is when I had started to feel puzzled. After talking to Tom about them I arranged for them to be sent into healing. So that part of the storm passed without drama. Little did I know that another storm was brewing around my daughter? But that is another story.
Today is Monday. Tom is on holidays so he was home with me all day. He continued to be melancholy. It had started in the church yesterday. I questioned him but I could not pin down the source of his sadness.
The day had begun oddly. He had woken up around 3.00am and got up at 5.00am. I had not slept well and was tired and grumpy and stayed in bed until nearly 7.30am. When he came in about 7.00 or so I had just woken up from a nightmare and was feeling forlorn and grumpy. I had been a small child who had lost things that she treasured; I remember a cup and perhaps a bear. The images were fleeting, the emotion far stronger than the visuals. It took me a while to drag myself out of bed, and I spent a long time thinking about the girl, and what ‘I’ had lost.
We discussed the church events again. It was not until after lunch, with my hands in hot water washing dishes, that I finally connected his mood and my dream together. I went out the front of the house to check the weather, which had been overcast all day and felt like rain, and said to myself ‘there is a storm coming’, which is the usual message I get when we are about to have some spiritual turbulence. A storm .. so I locked down the house shields and realised, rapidly, that the ‘storm’ was actually in the house with us.
Tom was sitting at the table. I asked him if he was aware of walking around with ‘anyone’ in his energy (inside his aura). He didn’t know. But I did. You see, what had happened to me during the washing up was the name Leopold. Leopold. An old name and completely out of the blue .. given that my thoughts were not on any subject related to that name. I told Tom what had happened and he said Leopold Zarvinski. We looked him up on the net. He really existed. It seems that Leopold, who might be related to Tom very distantly, had been somehow waiting at the building the spiritualist church uses for their services ... along with about 6 other ghosts.
When I checked around me, before talking to Tom, I found the little girl who had lost things, and 5 other lost souls, all drawing energy from both Tom and I. . They had latched on to us when we had walked into the building. That is when Tom had started feeling sad. That is when I had started to feel puzzled. After talking to Tom about them I arranged for them to be sent into healing. So that part of the storm passed without drama. Little did I know that another storm was brewing around my daughter? But that is another story.
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