Over the last week, I was scrolling through Facebook looking at all the pictures and posts, and then I stopped on a picture of Kathy Griffin holding an effigy of the head of the US President. My first thought was “What in the hell!” my second thought was “Bad joke in really poor taste if that is what she was truly aiming for.” As the days followed, I watched an entertainer refuse to take personal responsibility for her decision.
Then it hit me that she was simply attempting to profit off the moment of madness the country is going through. She was riding the wave of pissed off women in the country, and she continued with that play when she shed tears and blamed her long-term acquaintance Trump for her moment of madness.
This entertainer found the vulnerability in the passionate sector of society and decided to take advantage of that passion in a self-promoting way.
This is the perfect example of a Spiritual Lurker. They wait until people are all wound up in a frenzy of anger, fear, or pain, and they step up to take advantage of the situation. They lurk on the edge of groups then pounce in hopes of propelling their agenda forward. Some might call them opportunists, but I think opportunists are positive and don’t come from a place of manipulation.
I was once on the receiving end of a Spiritual Lurker. After the bombing in OKC, I started writing papers about the positive impact of music on the people recovering from the bombing. I got targeted by a news program that promoted “positive news” for a better world. The organization sounded like it was in total alignment with me and what I wanted the world, so I agreed to be interviewed about my work for their newscast. When they showed up, everything was going great until they asked me to cry on cue for the camera. They also wanted to know if I might have some private photos of my clients before their injuries because it would make them “seem more human.”
I put an immediate halt to the interview and refused to work with the newsgroup. It did not matter. The newsgroup went forward with the story anyway. The only difference was that I was not included in the story -fine by me. I have a strong suspicion that they broke into some of the homes of my clients to steal their family photo albums because those pictures showed up on the news report.
Their complete and total intent was to manipulate the emotions of the viewer without regard for the people in their story. They wanted the sensationalism of being connected to the tragedy of the bombing no matter what the cost. What they were promoting was not positive news, but stories about the suffering of people.
The longer a Spiritual Lurker can play the audience the more soul distrust they create between the public “they are helping” and the people actually trying to help make the world a better place.
I am afraid Ms. Griffin’s actions have opened a way for more entertainers to play on the vulnerabilities of an already agitated public. I predict we will see a chain of people “making a statement” about their madness.
Be strong and step out of the Spiritual Lurker’s game. Take charge of your feelings and constantly ask yourself –
Until Next time- Best of Blessings,
I turn my attention to all that has been accomplished thus far on this spiritual journey. Look at all the wisdom I have gained through my own curiosity. The positive choices I have made ended up being a road map of the inner void where I birth new ideas. The ripples of these tiny births have inspired me to live in alignment with my soul. At this full moon, I am activating my dynamic force of healing and through my breath, I energize my intentions. This activation defines the spiritual force of blessings moving through my life and the life of those I love.
When I was 20, I had a supernatural experience that would forever change my life. That year I attended a Music Therapy Conference in Toronto, Canada. While I was there, I decided to sight seeing and take a break from the conference center. Being a supercharged empath requires that I unplug from large crowds and go outside as part of my self-care. On this particular day, I decided to go and visit the Royal Ontario Museum of Art. They had an exhibit from the Far East called Homage to Heaven, Homage to Earth. I was super excited because I have a deep fascination with the myths and northern cultures of China.
The show was fantastic. I wandered around the museum and saw a group of people who looked like they were on a tour, so I thought why not I should join them. I didn’t realize that people usually pay for tours in a museum nor did I see that everyone had an “official” name badge on in the group. They were viewing a collection of pots that some scrolls from the Dead Sea were found. The team of people I was walking around with was very interested in this exhibit. Then we all walked through a locked door and into a huge room with light tables all around it. There sat images of the scrolls that had been copied onto transparencies. Behind me were tables with the actual scrolls on them. I was resting my hand on one of these tables, and my fingers were barely touching a scroll when the group turned around to see the scrolls and the table. I was found out. Everyone was staring at me with a look of horror that my hand was so close to the ancient artifact. In my embarrassment, I said- I was looking for a bathroom and got interested in their tour. I was quickly escorted out of the room and security scanned my museum ticket to make sure it was valid. I felt like I was going to be caned for seeing something I was not supposed to see.
After that quick adrenaline rush, I went back to my hotel and took a nap. It was one of the best naps I have ever had. My roommates said that I slept for a full 24 hours with a notebook on my chest. When I woke up, I thought I had only been sleeping for about an hour. I was truly disappointed to find out that I had missed out on a full day of the conference. When I finally made it back to the conference, I was opening my notebook to take notes when I saw it. Over fifty names with messages written beside them. I thought- whoa Flora what is going on. I knew that something had happened during that nap, but I had no idea what.
I got home from that trip and began looking for a book or group of people that might be able to explain what happened to me. Then a few months later, I was driving on an icy road in the middle of January. I hit a slick spot, and my car slid across the road and into a parking lot stopping inches from a large store sign. It said Mission Bookstore – new age, recovery, and self-help. HELLO. I asked the universe for help, and it took straight there.
Eventually, I started working at the store on weekends. Then one day a man came into the shop, and he was very distraught. Explained to my co-worker and myself that he had a dream that his dead wife told him to come to our store because there was a message there for him. We looked everywhere for a slip of paper with his name on it. Nothing- until I remembered my giant list from the conference. I ran out to my car and dug around in the truck for that notebook. [ When you are in college your truck is your school books locker.] I took the notebook inside and at the top of the list was this man’s initials with a message that read something like “I made it, and I am safe. Go on and be happy.” The man was thrilled. He told me that his wife had passed away the previous October and he was hoping that she was safely in the world of Spirit. Incidentally, I was in Toronto in October and received that message on the day of her funeral.
Once he left, my co-worker Jeanette asked to see the list. When she looked through it, she found multiple people on the bookstore’s mailing list. She was thrilled, and I was FREAKING OUT. Sure, I had predicted a few deaths, births and marriages in my family. Sure, I give my grandma messages from a dream here and there. This sudden connection occurrence of receiving messages for people not in my family was something altogether different to me.
I was quickly introduced to a group of well-trained mediums. They began showing me techniques for trance work and how to work with the world of Spirit. I took those lessons, and I started providing public forums for my mediumship sessions. This mediumship forum went on until 1997 when the guide I was working with, Shod, decided to reincarnate because he said that the Middle East was about to go into a massive transformation. He explained that if was born then that by the time “The Spring” happened he would be a teenager and would later grow into a leader that could keep the peace. I was disappointed and hurt because I thought I had done something. I felt this way for years until I saw the news a few years ago when Egypt was going through its Spring. When the newscaster reported that the Middle East was going through a Spring, I had to sit down because I was so surprised. My guide had not lied to me. He was there on the ground working for the good of his incarnate community.
Flash forward to August of 2016. I am sitting outside on my porch, and I am reading about the creativity of women in peri-menopause. Then I felt this strange sensation come over me that I needed to take a nap. I dropped everything went inside the house and laid down and slept for 12 hours. When I woke up there was no notebook, there was no list of messages, but there was a new guide named Py.
I have been working with her daily since then. I got out of the practice of working in a trance and getting my body in fine working order for doing trance mediumship. Like and athlete there are things a medium has to do to keep the Spirit Radio channel clear. She is part of the reason why I enrolled in the Morris Pratt Institute. I wanted to learn a better way of working with guides in the world of Spirit. I wanted to find out if this was real. Oh yeah, Py is real. She has been giving me some seriously interesting information then a few days later I see a news article about it or hear people relay a message that is word for word something that she told me.
The result of this work is that I am ready to start having public forums again for my mediumship sessions aka Spirit Oracle Sessions. I will be taking general questions from you. Then on the 7th of every month, I will be holding a live forum for anyone that wants to show up. For those of you out on the web if you email a question in then, my husband will read your question so that you can get response in the Spirit Oracle Session. The sessions will be recorded and then posted on the website for you to listen to and learn.
I look forward to your questions, and I look forward to the work ahead.
Every weekend I take a couple of hours to call my family and check in with them. I am sure my mother wishes I would call every day, but I have never been that kind of kid. As I was sitting and writing out the upcoming course, I felt this question pose in my mind. Could you share space with God at least one hour a week? You do it with your mom why not with God? I don’t mean 'go to church.' I mean to be still and connect with God and share that space of intimacy. I love my family, and they are important to me, so I make time for them. So, it stands to reason that I would take the time and tune in to the divine. That one to one with all things sacred strengthens the soul and opens new ways of seeing the world and appreciating your existence as a miracle in this vast universe.
This contemplative thought thread got me to thinking about how people are so busy right now and how disconnected everyone feels. I have a daily practice of prayer and meditation that helps me connect and listen to the divine, but the question moving in my contemplative writing was more about going deeper and being still to just experience the intimacy of all that is sacred. It was not about an anchor routine of spiritual practice - it was about sharing love. I began focusing on how important spending quality time with God is just as important as it is with checking in with your mom. It helps to anchor your soul into the beauty of the world. It brings a sense of safety and most importantly it fosters connection which will ripple over into the common aspects of our lives.
I encourage you to take some time this weekend and tune in. Set a date with God as you know them and get intimate. Let your soul get what it needs to survive in this world of disconnection.
My daughter works at a doggie day care and kennel. She shared a story with me last night at dinner that had me crying tears of joy. I thought it might be nice to read about a good thing for a change so here goes the story.
A woman who have been bringing her dog to the day care for a few years recently died and it left her poor puppy, Baboo, without a home. The kennel is super good about helping place dogs whose owners have died. Living in a mostly retirement community results in this problem coming up more than you may think. Baboo is a black standard poodle who does not seem very friendly to the rest of the dogs and frankly tolerates people. She acts more like a cat than a dog at times.
The owner of the kennel reach out to a woman, Sally, whose poodle had died this past Christmas. The owner of the kennel explained what happened and that they were trying to find a home for Baboo. Sally told the owners that she would have to think about it. The next morning, she called the kennel and wanted a little more information about the dog. When the owner of the kennel got the dog’s name, Sally became very quiet and the kennel owner could hear her sniffling on the other end of the phone. Finally, Sally said, “Baboo is the name of my very first dog. She died the day I left for college. I will most definitely take Baboo. I will be by to pick her up this afternoon.” You should note that Sally is retired now so it has been a few years since college.
Sally shows up the next afternoon and the kennel owner brings Baboo out to meet her. The dog goes wild with joy. She jumps up on Sally and starts licking her face and running through all the tricks she knows. The dog who could care less about humans is in love with Sally. [What happens next is what caused me to cry.] Sally leans down and whispers to Baboo, “I have loved you even before I met you.”
Sally called the kennel about a week later and told them it was like having her old dog back. She and Baboo already have a road trip planned and they are living it up. Sally thanked the kennel for the greatest gift of bringing her a true friend.
What a fantastic story. Do you have a story where love have come around to you twice in this life? I would love to hear it so reply to this newsletter and let me know.
This week I celebrated my 45th birthday. It was quiet and without fanfare just the way I like it. Someday I may throw a humdinger of a party when I turn 100 but until then I will take the low-key fun. I got up early on my birthday and I sat outside because it is unseasonably warm for us right now. As I was sitting there I was thinking about this being a 9 year for me. For those of you who don’t know what that means, it means that when I add up my birthday with this year I came up with the number 9 and that number has a vibration that will affect my year. The number 9 is one of my favorite numbers. It represents coming to a full cycle of gestation, a time to put an end to bad habits and a time to plan for the 1 year that is coming. For me, in the past, it has also been a year where I dance with death. I don’t mean honing my skills of doing death work. NO, it means a year of near misses or brushes with death. This explains the three car accidents, the flu, and a vodka bottle falling off of the top of the refrigerator and smashing on my – all of this already this year. I am just saying Death can be an A-hole to me in a 9 year.
The first time I realized what a 9 year meant for me was the year my gallbladder blew up and I chopped my finger off and bled out all over my front yard. Another 9 year, involved me falling off a swing set and hitting the side of my head which knocked me out for hours on the playground at school before a teacher found me and took me to the school nurse. So, as you can see Death comes knocking on my door and acts like a real jerk during my 9 years.
Like most birthdays, I decided to do a reading for my solar year. The first card was Death and right after that the nine of swords. Hello, I will not be following any pipeline trucks or steel beam trucks this year. I am taking all kinds of precautions, but if the cards are any indication of what is ahead I have a few more moments where Death is going to shoot me the bird. The rest of my cards were awesome and I am looking forward to the projects that are finally coming to fruition. I am getting a new set of classes ready to put up on my website. If you are a spiritual arts practitioner you are going to want to you’re your eyes open. I promise to notify everyone in an email when they are complete. Plus, am I excited to finish up some things and break some bad habits. There was definitely more good than bad in the year and for that I am grateful.
If you have never had your numerology chart done, then it might be something to consider. You can definitely learn about the vibration of numbers and how that vibration can be used to improve your life. It can also prepare you for those out of the blue brushes with Death. I just happen to know a great numerologist who loves his work and loves helping people get the most out of their numbers. His name is Joe Pacheco. Here are the best ways to get hold him: email@example.com & his Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/jpinsight/ .
If you happen to be going through a 9 year tell Death to put the vodka bottle down nicely and go away!
I woke up this morning at 4:27 with a series of excuses running through mind. Yesterday was not a good day. It felt like I was on a conveyor belt of people being upset with me because I had included a man in a discussion that THEY did not want to be included in the KNOW. I spent the evening rolling over the events of the day and tried to step back from the situation and see it from a different perspective, but I kept coming back to this single feeling like I had done something wrong. So I went straight into justification mode- why I needed to talk to him. How could I make it better? Did I really need that hassle? I went on for hours in my head until I fell asleep.
Then when I woke this morning with this same worry on my mind I thought that is enough. I laid there in bed and called up my inner Healer and asked her “How do I heal this situation so that I can keep my integrity in my relationships and keep my contracts happy?” My healing fixer was very clear – Stay the course because you were guided by Spirit to talk to those people. Not everyone is going to like each other and that is their problem. They are paying you to be the professional, not the schoolyard MOM.
When I went to my contract’s office this morning, the very person I was not supposed to talk to be because no one likes them was across the street having coffee. He saw me and waved. I met him half way and he had bought me a cup of coffee. Then he said: “I know people don’t like me and they think I don’t know things because I am old and retired. I wanted to say thank you for taking the time ask my opinion. It may cause you some grief with your contract and for that I am sorry, but I wanted to say thank you for valuing an old man.”
That right there did it for me. I told him that once I finished up with the preliminary narrative I would like him to look at it and give me his final input before I sent it off. He smiled and said he would be happy to.
NOW I had to go and face the wall of faces watching me talk to the old man in the street. I walked in and I was instantly hit with “Why were you talking to him? What did he have to say?” and so on… It was truly like being in a schoolyard with a group of middle schoolers. I simply replied to them that the older man had thanked me for being nice to him and he bought me a cup of coffee. I also shared with them that I would be letting him provide input on the final narrative of the proposal.
You would have thought that I told them that Jimmy kissed Sally on the swings. The drama that unfolded was amazing and completely unprofessional. I finally asked them what in all the world that man could have done to make them expend this much energy to prove that they don’t like him.
The reply was a series of fears that the man would steal their idea or tell someone about their project. Nothing about the project was a trade secret nor was it confidential. In fact, it is likely going to appear on a Federal website in about two months. I finally asked them when the man had ever done any of the things they were fearful he would do. Their answer NEVER. Then I asked when he had ever threatened to take their intellectual property, the answer NEVER.
Finally, I asked them what was so scary about this man. They all said something about him being the wealthiest man in town or that he had a lot of power. So I followed up with questions asking if he had ever used his money, influence, or power to hurt them. The answer NO.
I pushed further asking them if they would be open to inviting him into their planning process because he had life experience, wealth and a lot of community influence. I pointed out that he might actually be their best ally for this project.
The lesson in all of this is listen to your HEALER SPIRIT. Just because you are told to be afraid of the old man through rumors and innuendos does not mean he is not your ally. Honor those with experience because they bring the wisdom of lessons learned to the table. That alone can save you a million dollars.
I have been out of pocket and not posting for a few weeks because right before my trip to South Carolina, I was in a strange car wreck. I have been handling the stuff that comes with sending a car to the Pick & Pull yard and buying a new car.
The day before my trip I was traveling with my daughter who has her learner’s permit. We going to visit an area college and we were traveling on a curvy road with lots of hills. Everything was great and suddenly over a hill came a semi-truck carrying about ten giant bales of hay. The driver was paying attention to his phone and swerved into our lane. My daughter is an awesome driver. She is swerved to miss him and prevent us from being hit head on. HOWEVER, when she swerved the tires hit some wet gravel which sent the car down a ravine and into a ditch where we proceed to hydroplane across the standing water in the ditch. We flew into a concrete barrier going about 45 miles and hour then the car went air born over a road and into another ditch where we hydroplaned another 100 feet. The air bags deployed, the windshield flew off the car and the car basically cracked in places cars are not supposed to snap.
I told my daughter to get out of the car as fast as possible because the radiator was steaming on the engine block making me think the car was on fire. Once we were out, I checked her over to make sure nothing was broken. I popped the trunk got out the lawn chairs and called a tow truck. I let my husband know the car had taken its final drive and asked him to come and pick up our daughter while I waited for the tow truck. I will admit if I smoked I would have probably had a cigarette instead I sat there wondering how my inner storyteller was going to remember this accident and what embellishments it would add in the retelling to convey my stress, fear, and final relief. I could almost hear the storyteller spinning the story through my mind.
I don’t know if the bigness of the event sent me into that ‘otherworldly place’ I go sometimes. It is a place where in a somewhat detached way
• examine the facts of a situation,
• ask the universe what the implications of the event on my life,
• and I ask myself “How does this story want to show up in my life story?”.
I was having one of those ‘otherworldly place’ moments sitting there waiting for the tow truck. In a contemplative place, I thought that I was grateful that my daughter’s first really bad car wreck was with me and she got to watch what should be done after a wreck of this proportion. Everything about the event when reflected upon was not that big a deal. Yes, I would have to buy a new car but I was already looking and ready. Yes, we almost died but almost dying doesn’t really count unless you want to be a trauma drama mama and we don’t play that role in our house. Yes, my inner storyteller had a new story to elaborate and carry around for a while.
So for two weeks, that inner storyteller has been driving me crazy with dreams of other car wrecks from movies. Pointing out every muscle twinge and joint pain asking “Do you think this was because of the wreck?” Of course, it was because of the wreck silly storyteller. Finally, I go so sick of the constant background noise of my inner storyteller needing to tell her story that I gave her a journal to write out the whole story from beginning to end. Draw pictures, leave tear drops on the paper do whatever you want to this story but get it out of my body so that I don’t spiritually choke on the retelling.
The minute the storyteller finished with her version of what happened on that Monday my mind became calm. The aches and pains were gone. My sore throat healed. And my dream time was clear of movie making car crashes.
Do you have a story running on auto-pilot in your head? Maybe it was something from your childhood. Maybe it was a conversation with a co-worker. No matter the story is there wanting to get out. When it doesn’t get out your inner storyteller starts writing it permanently in your bones, muscles and neuro pathways. The result shows up in physical and mental health issues. When you give your inner storyteller respect and you give them their own tools like a journal to work with, they can relieve the soul of traumatic stories, feed the soul with memories, and inspire soul survival.
If you decide to engage your inner storyteller, ask them to only present the facts in their first telling of your inner story. Then ask them to tell it like they would to a child, a room of strangers, to me, and finally tell it to your grandma. Using multiple versions of the story will help you really get to the good embellishments and in the end, you may find that your storyteller is pointing out what your soul needs to feel valued and nourished in your present life.
Until next time - best of blessings,
Today the vibes are aligned with loving our enemy. That means praying for their best and well being. Every time this alignment day comes up for me I make a list of my top ten people who fire me up and make me crazy mad. Then I find that sacred space and I go through Ho'oponopono ceremony. Talk about just what I need to get a new perspective. I will tell you that I went through this ceremony daily for some political leaders and today I have a clearer vision of them and of me. My heart and soul is not burdened by my anger or fear. Take the time to forgive and love thine enemies today.
All week I have heard that we are going to have an ice storm so hurry up and get ready. The closer we got to today the louder the weather man and others yelled it is going to be a bad one. Yet when I looked at projected temperatures and stopped to check in with my own body, I just did not feel the impending doom that an ice storm can bring to my area of the world. Instead, I felt stillness. I thought if we do have an ice storm I am going to enjoy the quiet that comes with it. I will get to hang out with my family, drink hot cocoa, and watch movies all day. This coming ice storm had more positives than negatives in my books.
The Chicken Little voices of the community were silenced this morning when no ice storm came and the rain fell softly in the wee morning hours. I stood outside on my porch watching the rain and smiled because I heard the Chicken Littles for what they were – the voice of the soul body that rides fear to motivate action. We all have that voice and it shows up when we have to cope with an unknown. What greater unknown than a weather event that cannot be accurately predicted. I did take precautions by getting some extra non-perishables and most importantly toilet paper. Based on the gravity that my neighbors emphasizing, I should have bought out Wal-mart to prepare for this storm that did not come.
Standing on my porch I thought over the last six months and how many times my own Chicken Little voice imposed its fear on others. I thought on how many times I had bent to that caution of that voice only to find that I had wasted time that could have been spent having more fun. It is easy to get sucked into that voice’s message when it takes hold. I wondered at what point my community had started living from one Chicken Little moment to the next. When exactly did they agree to start living in that constant cycle? What would it take to get them to break that behavior?
The answer came while I was sipping on my coffee looking out the window at the now heavy rain falling. Ask the Chicken Littles “Is that true? If so how do you know for sure that what you are saying is true?” I realize that many of my neighbors could go on for hours justifying their beliefs that the sky is falling, but at least the seed of truth is planted. That seed will take root and silence the Chicken Little voice. It will give enough pause for the person to shift from riding fear to organizing their thoughts long enough for the pattern to be broken and healing of the soul to begin.
When does your Chicken Little Voice show up?
Are you willing to ask it to prove what it says is the truth with substantiated evidence?
Until next time, Best of Blessings.