Every once in a Blue Moon

Every once in a Blue Moon you may have an opportunity to step outside of time and experience a magical journey.

Do your life a favor and do it.

My old friend Intuition opened that door for me. 

He has made all the difference.

For the last 4 weeks I have lived in a dream. That dream is now real because I chose to follow my heart. It led me to a new destination far away from my planned weekend visit.

My regular life was put on hold I was given the opportunity to live in the moment. 

I connected on a heart level with dear friend.  We were children when I last saw her.

We shared parts of our past, laughed at life’s journey, and talked about what is ahead.

It is a rare treat to find someone from your star family who understands without speaking words.

I felt the veils open many times on this journey.

Each time new insights would be learned. 

I felt the presence of many family members who had crossed over. At times the room felt crowded because there were so many who wanted to be part of this moment.

Tears were a frequent visitor on this emotional journey as my heart was opened and I joined with so many old and dear friends from the unseen realms.

I would like to see with these human eyes, but for now I am content with my heart connection.

Seeing with new eyes from the heart is an amazing way to live.

Events of the world seem far away. The mundane is a distant memory. Each experience is a new opportunity to learn, to enjoy, to let go of inhibitions and feel free to be me.

I still feel the pull from my old life. It is hard to let go of the familiar. 

On another journey long ago, I chose to have a “Give a way.” I followed a native american tradition and called family and friends. I told them I had accumulated many things that were no longer necessary or wanted in my life. I told them that these possessions were acting as an anchor and were limiting my ability to be free. 

That choice was a life changing moment.

With new eyes and new heart I began anew.

Every step of my journey is my journey. 

I am no longer asking myself, 

“When am I going to get there?” 

Living in the moment ... For the moment.

Multitasking?

I am still working to free myself from that old habit.

I cheat myself when I allow this old enemy to win.

Savoring the sounds of silence... 

Allowing myself to feel emotion...

Feeling passion in life...

Letting go of inhibitions and old programing...

These are my new friends and together with true and tried friends I will continue my journey. 

I part today with my companion of these past weeks. It is sad to let go but we are now reconnected at the heart. My journey will be lighter as I continue on.

My life will never be regular, I have given myself permission to live life fully.

... In the moment, for the moment.

Every once in a Blue Moon the doorway opens ...

I am ready to journey ...

Dear One

DEAR ONE  

... My heart goes out to you in your feelings and experience of loss. 

This loss of spirit may be your time of the dark night of the soul. It is a place where all your fears are confronted. It is very different for each person and affects us in a very profound way. 

Our earthly experience has created many scars on our soul as we encounter life’s challenges. 

Unresolved issues often lead to physical and emotional challenges in our lives. 

They weaken our body and spirit and allow sickness and disease to enter. 

These are warning signs of danger. 

We are not in balance, much the same as a washing machine that is overloaded.

If we do not stop and rebalance the load, damage is done and we are broken. 

It may take a professional repair person to reset us and bring us back into balance.

This perceived disconnection in our spirit and soul is a process of alignment and rebalancing.

You recognized this feeling and are responding with a call for help.

Before the repairs can be done, it is necessary to disassemble down to your basic components.

Filters need to be cleaned, repaired or replaced.

New belts or updated components need to be added.

Be patient with yourself.

The dark night of the soul is a confrontation: 

with all our fears, 

with all our insecurities, 

with all our hurts,

       and unresolved issues.

We are broken.

The experts are assessing the damage and recommending a method of treatment.

Listen to your heart. 

Find a place of solitude.

Go into your sacred space. 

Ask for answers from your guides.

This is not an easy journey.

Be prepared to see the hidden past.

Accept it as a teacher.

Embrace your inner self and allow yourself to feel the pain. 

You may need to revisit that painful experience. 

This time, be an observer. 

See it from a safe place.

We have allowed layers and layers of gauze to bind our wounds. Unwrap these wounds, examine them, see the damage. Allow yourself to remember the experience.

Thank these wounds for teaching you.

Forgive yourself.

Forgive others.

Create a ceremony. 

Write your story on a piece of paper, detail each part with your feeling center. 

Once you are satisfied that it contains a full and accurate account, burn the paper.

Celebrate your new found freedom.

You may need to do this many times.

It will take time to open each wound, 

examine, 

observe, 

and release it.

Be patient.

Love yourself.

Appreciate and give gratitude for your new perspective.

Life is not easy. 

We agreed to each experience.

Each lesson.

Those who become our most profound teachers sometimes take on the role of: 

Perpetrator

Violator

Abuser

Rapist

Murderer

Dictator

President

Religious Leader

FORGIVE THEM ALL

LEARN FROM THE EXPERIENCE

HELP OTHERS WHO ARE SUFFERING

THEN:

CREATE THE LIFE YOU WOULD LIKE TO HAVE

LIVE THE DREAMS

EAT YOUR DESSERT FIRST

TRUST

LOVE

LIVE EACH DAY AS IF IT IS YOUR LAST

SPIRIT WILL RETURN 

YOU WILL SEE LIFE WITH NEW COLORS

YOU WILL SEE WITH NEW VISION

I SEND MY LOVE

MY SUPPORT

AND MY PRAYERS.

YOU ARE NEVER ALONE

I SEE YOU!

I SEE YOU!

As a young child my favorite instrument was the vacuum hose. I would purse my lips and blow to make the hose vibrate. It is something I did as an adult too ... when no one was looking. 

I was given a didgeridoo as a gift last year. I have been practicing and experimenting with the different sounds that it produces. I blow into the long wooden tube with my lips until I match the resonance of the didgeridoo. When I feel the vibrations of the tube it makes the most amazing sounds.

My music library has an assortment of world music using the didgeridoo. The sounds evoke memories from somewhere in my past. It’s like a dream memory.

Escape to Witch Mountain is a science fiction novel written by Alexander Key in 1968. It was adapted into a film in 1975 by Disney. 

It is the story about two siblings who have special abilities. They have suppressed memories of their past, but discover a clue in an old road map hidden in a star case. With help they run away from a detention center and follow the map's clues towards the Mountains. As their memories begin to return, they realize that they are of extraterrestrial origin. 

I recently started watching a television series called Secret Circle.  The series revolves around six teenagers who form a Circle. Each have individual powers which are amplified when they gather together and focus their abilities. It is their combined resonance that empowers the group.

Many of my own personal experiences are spontaneous. It is a combination of the place, the people and the timing.

When all come together, the resonance begins to vibrate in my body and soul.

It is a physical sensation accompanied by a spiritual connection to my Higher Self or God Self. 

My behavior changes depending on those who are part of the group.

I have been part of a unique dynamic this past week. In following my heart and stepping out of my regular routine, I have watched this energy flow in abundance.

Each person has a unique set of abilities or gifts. As we grow and learn, we can develop these gifts. Some could be called extra sensory perception, or ESP. They are part of our software. 

When we vibrate at these higher frequencies, we connect to a unique energy matrix that amplifies our thoughts and actions. 

When we resonate with others who are of similar origin, our gifts are exponentially increased.

We are empowered to:

Read another’s thoughts. 

Sense feelings and emotions 

Knowing when events are going to happen.

Remembering of past, present and future events.

I am of extraterrestrial origin. I am not native to this planet. I have been here for many lifetimes, but this is not my home. There are many others who are also beginning to remember their true origins. When I see them or feel their presence, I sense a resonance in my own being.

Not everyone is ready to step out of their comfort zone and acknowledge this connection. 

Our human experience has clouded our memories of who we really are. 

We are Unlimited Beings who are here on this earth temporally to expand our understanding of the Human Experiment, and to add to our library of knowledge.

I am reaching resonance with my star family. As the vibrations of the Matrix increase, I am remembering who I am and what I am capable of accomplishing.

My suppressed memories of the past are returning.

Who am I?

Who are you?

Step into the matrix ...

I SEE YOU! 

The Wish

The Wish

... Dear God, I have loved this house so much, thank you for allowing me to care for her, to clean her, to plant flowers to beautify her. I felt your peace and protection and love here. I want the next owner to love her as I have. 

... Hello Bobby, Thank you for the heads up. I am excited for my next adventure. I loved the painting, cleaning and moving rocks and trees and all the building I was able to do here in this home. It feels like you are showing me a new star to follow. Before I go, would you make sure that others appreciate this house the way I did?

... Oh please, let me find a house this time. I have missed out on the other houses because I was not quick enough. I have been looking for months and I am tired and want to go home. Can you help me?

... I have to go see my Daddy this weekend so I won’t get to help my Mommy look for houses. Can you help her? I would like a house on a Cul De Sac, close to my new school. Thank you.

... Dear God, I will miss my friends and neighbors when they move, I would really like to have some more good neighbors, we live so close together with our houses built the way they are. Please help.

I watched a miracle unfold when I moved from Albuquerque in 2007. Both of us felt that familiar voice speak to us, first to my wife and then to me. We discussed our feelings and the options we had. 

It was time to move. 

Lessons had been learned, adventures were lived, and now it was time to discover what lie ahead. 

Before we could begin our new journey our home needed to be sold. It was a miracle when we found this house, everything fell into place. We bought for a good price in a good neighborhood. We had open space all around. Our back gate opened onto a bike and walking path with a park and lake. It was heaven for us.

Watching TV one night I heard a story about a Home Sellers Kit.

I was intrigued. 

I called around and found one at the Catholic book store. 

I read the instructions and left it on the kitchen counter. Several days later I noticed it was gone and discovered my wife had buried it in the back yard.

The Home Sellers Kit contains a small statue of St Joseph, the patron saint of homes. The instructions said to say a prayer of intent and bury the small figure in the yard upside down. 

I thought, why not? 

We contacted the real estate agent and set everything up. He was surprised at my asking price. 

“My dream was very specific about the price,” I told him. 

“You are way over the market value for your home.”

“I don’t care, that is what I feel.”

“OK”

Our home was put on the market Sunday afternoon. The first call came less than an hour later.

“I just saw your pictures, can I please come and see your home?”

“The home isn’t being shown until tomorrow.”

“I have to see it tonight.”

“OK, come on over.”

She spent an hour outside, looking at each flower and  animal figure. She sat on the swing and marveled at the rocks that I had hauled from all over the state. She asked about the garden area and the walking path and park. She noticed the school at the end of our Cul De Sac. She walked in the house with the same attention to every window, room, and fireplace.

“I want it,” she announced.

The second call that night came an hour later.

“I have to come tonight,” he said.

“I want it,” he said as he left our courtyard.

We got 3 more calls the next day. My wife called me and said the buyers were bidding against each other and the offers exceeded my dream number. She said the realtor had warned if they went too high the banks might deny the loans.

We both felt a special feeling about the first woman and agreed to let her have it.

It was only a few days later that we got the rest of the story and the full impact of this miracle on so many lives.

My Wife’s wish came true. All her efforts and love she had placed in the home and yard were loved and appreciated.

My work and improvements were noticed with all the potential buyers bidding against each other.

Joreens prayers were answered with our home and environment. She was finally able to come home.

Joreen’s son got his wish of a Cul De Sac and his school being so close.

Adelina, is now good friends with her new neighbors. She can rest in peace.

St Joseph?

He is still buried somewhere in the yard, watching and protecting. 

He is waiting patiently to grant the wishes of a sincere heart.

Union

Union

Another Epiphany took place in my life today. 

I was sharing some of my life with my cousin today, it has been 40 years since I last saw her, so we are catching up on life events. It was while we were sharing that this epiphany took place.

Birth and Death are events that impact all of us. When a baby enters our world and family either by personal experience or extended family, our lives are enriched with that new presence. We share our lives with them and they share their spirit and essence with us.

We become more like them and they become more like us.

When someone dies who is close to us we grieve because of our loss and separation.

It is because of this perceived loss and disconnection that we experience sadness and loneliness.

My sadness, 

My tears, 

My emotional response, 

My memories, 

These are all connection to that person.

I am just now beginning to recognize that when I have a thought about my wife or father or grandparent who has passed on, I am reconnecting with them on a very profound level. My emotional body recognizes this and my tears begin to well up, my heart begins to expand, the outer world moves slightly out of focus and I find myself in an altered state of mind. It is during this connection that I am able to perceive the profound thoughts and wisdom from them. They have merged with me, and I, with them. 

I feel Union.

       I am connected to their love and very essence. 

I haven’t lost these people in my life, they have now become an intimate part of me.

I have interpreted this feeling as loss. 

I have been wrong.

This feeling is Connection.

Connection to Spirit.

Connection to God.

Connection with my Higher Self.

Connection to Family.

When I am in this state I feel uninhibited and free and inspired and full of joy and full of life.

My new found realization can now be a celebration of each experience as Oneness with them.

There is no longer a feeling of sadness.

I rejoice at my newly defined relationships.  

They are reminders that my relationships have been, and always will be ...

Forever.

Snowblowers

I am in Littleton Colorado. I am looking out the window at a beautiful view of the mountains. I stopped by my cousins house to see if I could help her, she is moving. She is part of the reason for this latest journey.

I used her fancy snow blower to clear the driveway of 18 inches of snow, I am surrounded by moving boxes and years of accumulation. She is in the middle of packing and sorting and trying to move. The snow delays have moved her plans back a few days. The moving pods can’t get through the snow and some of her neighbors are still digging out with snow blowers and shovels. I got stuck as I pulled onto her street. I was fortunate not to get stuck earlier in all the mess of the city. I saw squadrons of trucks following one another, clearing the streets. Those that live on the main streets find all their work undone when these trucks pass by a driveway.

It reminded me of my years in Kansas and the deep snow. I lived in the country and my driveway was long. My house was a football field away from the main road. When it snowed I spent half a day clearing the snow from my private drive. I didn’t mind most of the time. Snow is really beautiful when you don’t have to be out in it. The quiet stillness of new snow is like a new born baby. Soft and gentle and so beautiful to see. The reality hits when you have to get the shovel out and sweat. The drifts can get 6 feet or more. With a little bit of wind that driveway can cover in minutes.

In 1995, I was living in Manti Utah. It was May, the trees were leafing out and the temperatures were comfortably warm. It seemed the perfect day for a drive in the mountains. I had my newborn son with us on what I thought would be a pleasant drive. Everything went fine until we got to the top and headed North on Skyline drive. There was a little bit of snow on the side of the road but I was determined to make the drive anyway. My goal was to drive to Fairview canyon along skyline drive. The road became increasing wet and muddy. As I came down a steep hill and saw the hole in front of me, I knew I had  reached the point of no return. Somehow I got past that hole but I knew I couldn’t turn around and go back. 

We hadn’t seen any other traffic and I was a little bit worried as the snow began to get deeper on the side of the road. I only had two wheel drive and even though that Suburban was a tank, it couldn’t manage the deep snow. I high centered on the snow and there we sat with a newborn baby on top of the world. I was a little bit panicky and wondered what I was going to do. My wife and I looked at each other and both of us immediately said a silent prayer.

I should have known better than to worry. I have some awesome guardian angels. 

It was only five minutes.

A jeep came toward us and ask us if we needed help. It was obvious, but he was being courteous. He pulled out a cable and pulled our Suburban through the last 50 feet of snow. He told us the road was clear the rest of the way. We thanked him, and thanked our angels.

Since that time I have tried to avoid situations where I might get stuck and have been careful to listen to my inner voice for guidance. 

Today I got stuck. I only had 50 feet to go, but my truck was just too light to get traction. 

I used a fancy snowblower get me out. I gave another silent prayer to thank my guardians once again for their amazing help.

I haven't been the easiest person to watch over.

I have always taken the road less traveled and to me ... it has made all the difference.

The Hitchhiker

I don’t often pick up hitchhikers, but I did yesterday. I headed out on the road to visit my mother and meet some old friends in the city. It is a monthly occasion that allows me to do some shopping and visiting. I hadn’t gone more than a mile out of town when I picked up my rider. He was an old friend that I hadn’t seen in awhile. I didn’t recognize him at first but as we drove down the road I soon I found my self laughing and reminiscing and getting reacquainted again. I wondered why we hadn’t gotten together sooner. It’s probably my fault but he is unpredictable and often acts on the spur of the moment. We laughed some more about the adventures that we experienced together.

My friends name is Intuition. I sometimes call him Inspiration or even my inner child.

I have been reluctant to call him because I never know where I will end up the next day or week. 

I have been comfortable in my routine and my relatively easy life. A lazy breakfast followed by a work out on the computer. 

Checking in with friends and answering mail. Laughing at the silly Facebook posts and checking on events of the world. Later if the sun is shining, I go on a walk to the post office or walk around the state park. 

My regular life has been put on hold for awhile. The further down the road I traveled with my friend the less sure I was of my direction. When I got to the junction in the road where I had to go one way or the other, my Friend had convinced me to go on a new adventure with him.

Today I am sitting in Einstein Bros. Bagels in Denver Colorado. There is nearly two feet of snow on the ground and it is still coming down. I put some new grips in my steering wheel as I maneuvered I-70 over the rockies. My knuckles are still white from gripping so tight on the steering wheel with all the ice and the snow on the road.

I felt like I was like stepping back a few months as I drove through the town of Vail Colorado. They still have Christmas lights on some of the trees and shopping plazas. As I left Eisenhower tunnel toward Denver I thought my eyes were going bad. The falling powdery snow was so subtle that the scenery looked out of focus to me. It was several miles before I noticed the snow getting larger and more intense. I breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn’t going blind and turned the lights on. 

So, here I sit typing on the computer, sipping my coffee and eating my bagel and wondering where I will go this time. It is a 500 mile detour so far. 

I am not worrying too much, I am reminded that I put a few extra dollars in my pocket this time. I have a sleeping bag, enough clothes for a week or more and I am looking for inspiration to show me the next step.

I must have needed this adventure in my life. A change from my regular routine. My guides are the best, they have never disappointed me in the past and I know that this will not be any different. I don’t worry or get into fear, there is a reason for everything that happens in our life.

What’s next?

Only my Intuition and inner child knows for sure.

I am listening and waiting ...