The Weird Girl

June 18th, 2011

“It’s no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.” ~Mark Twain

I have GOT to stop apologizing for myself.  I do this thing where no matter what I say or do or even FEEL, I quickly follow it up with something like, “I know, I’m weird… sorry.”

The truth is, I’m really not all that weird.  In my heart, I know this.  I know that many people cannot see past these three dimensions and anything that happens to them that hints at a more expansive, divine reality is quickly shoved under the rug.

No one wants to be thought of as being weird.  No one wants to think that other people find them strange.

People’s acceptance of themselves is directly hinged on other people’s acceptance of them.  This isn’t me.  I mean, it IS me because I was raised and programed that way, but I’ve been breaking those bonds a little at a time for years.

Today, as I sit here, 99% of the planet could be whispering about how strange I am, and I really couldn’t care less.  Not until one of the 99% is standing in front of me at least.  That’s when I start making excuses and apologies.

No more.

So I talk to angels, and truly believe they’re there, even when I can’t see them.  They answer me and what they say is true and verifiable.  Why does that have to make me weird?  How many people wish they could close their eyes and call out to an actual angel and get an immediate, personal response?  Just because I practice and they wish and scoff doesn’t make me weird.

If they only knew that they ARE capable, I’m sure I would seem less weird.

So I talk to my garden.  There’s scientific (because that’s what they care about most, right?) data that supports talking to plants and proves that there’s measurable benefit.  Why do I feel the need to hide my true nature?  Why do I deny myself?

I hide much of myself.  Even from the one that loves me because of my strange.  Why do I do that?

I’ve always tried to embrace my weird.  I have a bumper sticker that’s stuck to the side of my fridge stating, “I’m not weird, I’m gifted!”

I guess I’m just afraid of not being accepted… Not by all those who would reject me, but by those I already love.  Friends, family.  I spent a good portion of my life being actively rejected by the man who was supposed to be acting as my father, and I know I have some issues still wrapped up tight in there.

Here comes the weird…. I chose an angel card yesterday, asking, “What is it that my angels would like me to know today?”  I drew Archangel Uriel who is apparently all about psychological and emotional stuff.

As soon as I drew Him, I knew I was supposed to keep Him out of the deck, and connect to Him daily.  I know I’m dealing with some sneaky issues, and I know Archangel Uriel is with me now to help me… and I’m gonna let Him.

And I guess this is my lesson today.  It dropped right into my lap and got me thinking before I’d even finished my coffee.

Today, I will be true to myself.  I will act in authentic ways with no apologies.  I will wave my weird around!  Let my freak flag fly!  Let my strange, shine!

I am that I am.

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The Profanity of the Insanity Inspires

April 30th, 2011

SO, a few days ago, I posted, “The Profanity of the Insanity,” and received a very mixed bag of reactions.  Some people agreed to thinking exactly as I am, and others were astounded by my lack of positive thinking.

I actually had a woman who’s writing a book called “The Peace Conspiracy” approach me after reading that post and asked my permission to publish it in her book.

Mixed bag.

I would like to briefly elaborate on why I wrote what I did, and then I’d like to tell you how it has benefited me… because YES, it absolutely has been of benefit to me.

I woke up the other morning and rolled right off the wrong side of the bed.  I was feeling emotional and touchy.  That’s fairly out of character for me, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.

After getting everyone out the door for the day, I sat down and immediately watched a video that one of my friends posted on facebook.  I’ve had several questions regarding the current nuclear disaster in Japan, but was having trouble finding the answers, so when I saw this video, I turned it on right away.

It answered all my questions.

Unfortunately, it also scared the ever-loving-shit out of me.

It was a video filled with the worst news I could have imagined and I was suddenly thrust into a state of utter, profound sadness.  Sadness for my brothers and sisters in the world, sadness for myself and my family, sadness at the state of the planet and what we’ve done to Her.

Out of that deep and seemingly endless sorrow, the words of my post flowed.

I literally cried as I typed it.  I felt every word reverberate through my very soul.  I had to write it out.  I had a speak my fear.  I had to allow myself to feel it to its fullest extent and then allow my words to purge it from me.

After I wrote it out, I felt a little better.  Not much, but some.

And it was an actual prayer.  I know it finished like a prayer, and I want to say that I absolutely was screaming it in my head as a prayer.

“I pray for a sign of hope.  I plead for a sign in faith.”  And I did.

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An hour or so later Doreen Virtue updated her status on Facebook and when I read it, I suddenly felt like I absolutely, more than anything in the world, needed to get my hands on a deck of her Angel Cards.  This is odd for me because I have a deck of Tarot cards.  I love them.  I use them.  We communicate just fine.  I’ve never understood the purpose of having more than one deck of cards for divination.

Pushing those doubts aside, I got my things together and left home, headed toward my favorite metaphysical store.

When I arrived, I’d expected the owner to be there but she wasn’t.  Instead, I met a new woman.  A woman who I seemed to have immense amounts of Spiritual opinion in common with.  We stood and just chatted for an hour.

One of the many things we talked about was energy healing.  This has been a very strong interest of mine and it’s been growing in strength lately.  I feel I am being strongly guided to become a healer, and I felt like everything about this woman and conversation was confirming it for me.  Many of the things she said were SO wildly synchronous for me.

She ended up giving me the name of a woman who can help me to harness the energy movement I’m already capable of so I may transfer it to heal others.  I contacted this woman as soon as I arrived home and was able to set up a time, right away, to get together and get my life’s purpose underway!

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When I got to the store, I knew exactly what I was looking for so I started walking around right away, looking for the cards I was after.  To my dismay, there was THREE different Doreen Virtue divination cards.

The Angel Oracle deck

The Archangel deck

Goddess deck

I thought I wanted the Oracle deck, but the other two were so pretty and I found myself suddenly very indecisive.  I picked up and looked at and held each deck, but I couldn’t set down the Oracle deck.  I’d pick up and look at a new deck with my left hand while holding tight to the Oracle deck with my right.

“This must be the one,” I thought, and so I bought them.

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After our conversation, I left the store and headed home to get kids off the school bus.

After I got them settled into their evening grooves, I went to my room to spend some time with my new cards.

I opened the deck and flipped, lovingly, through them all, touching each one.  Then I held them to my heart and said a prayer over them, blessing them and asking the angels to help me to be a channel for the information I’m to receive.  Then I laid my first spread.

The first question I asked my angels was, “Who is with me closest? Who is my most constant guardian and what do they want me to know?”

It’s a three card spread.

My first card, who denotes who is my guardian, was Opal.

Anyone else in the world would’ve accepted an angel named Opal.  For me?  My “Gram” was Opal.  She is the person whom I was closest to my whole life until 1997 when she died.  I learned everything I know from her, and although she was the Bible thumpinest Christian around, I always felt she was strongly psychic and HIGHLY connected.  I’d always wished I’d had more time with her, and now my very first card turned is Opal.

When I’d looked through the cards, touching each one, I never saw that card.  Not until I asked and turned it.  I was touched so profoundly, and  deeply.  I can’t even describe the surrealness of seeing her name.

My second card is to denote the message from my guardian.  It was “Sonya.”  Sonya is bringing me a message from a deceased loved one.  Seriously?  Like I needed the confirmation, and wasn’t floored enough to meet Opal in card one.

Card three tells how your angel is helping you.  I got Adriana.  Adriana says, “I am leading you toward the answer to your prayers.  Please listen to and follow the steps I am communicating through your intuition, thoughts, and dreams.”

So, Gram is my constant guardian, and she’s whispering in my ear and leading me where I need to go.  Wow!  I was speechless.  I can accept that completely, without question.

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So now, I’d like to sum it all up into a nutshell.

I woke in a terribly emotional and down mood.

I watched a video about current events that made me feel lost, powerless, and profoundly sad.

Instead of trying to push away the awfulness I was feeling, I felt it fully, accepting it and living IN it while it was there.  I wrote my feelings out and cried.  I finished by praying for a sign of hope.

I followed a sudden impulse to go buy a deck of cards I’ve known about for weeks, but have felt no pull what-so-ever to purchase before.  Upon reaching the place where I purchased the cards, I met a woman I felt an immediate kinship with, who gave me VERY valuable information.  I followed the information and was assured by the results that the information was GREAT and exactly what I’d been seeking.

Finally, to seal the deal, after blessing my new deck, I lay my first spread to be told that my deceased grandmother is my constant guardian and that she’s leading me if I will only listen and follow.  Keep in mind had I chosen one of the other decks, Opal wouldn’t have been in there which would’ve taken all meaning away for me.   The Spirit was moving me, and by going along with it, I chose correctly, creating the synchronicity that made ALL the difference.

By the end of that day, which clearly started out rather badly, I felt newly empowered.  If the world is going to fall apart and there’s nothing I can do to STOP it… then what could be better than being able to heal.

If what’s happening is beyond my control, then I should take control where I am able.  I am interested in being a healer.  I’ve been moving slowly in that direction for about a year or so now.

As far as I’m concerned, the next best thing to stopping the madness from happening is to heal it once it’s over.

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In closing… I’m glad I allowed my feelings to be as they were.  I’m glad I didn’t clam up, in fear of my “negative thoughts” and resist the flow of grace through my life.  We feel for a reason.  I believe what’s most important is to acknowledge and honor everything that we feel.

If you don’t like the way you feel, ask for help.  Just pray about it.  A Universe of Angels is waiting to show you what’s meant for you to see.  Allow the energy to flow.

Everything that happens in your life is leading you somewhere you’ve already expressed a desire to be.  I believe that with all my heart.  And every time I’m given an opportunity to PROVE that belief by moving forward in faith, I do.

I’m always rewarded with exactly what I need.

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Snide Remarks & a Countdown

March 4th, 2011

~ The Nineteen Things I Love About Spring Countdown!! ~

Sixteen days to go until spring has sprung!!!

#16~ BUDS ON LILAC BUSHES!!!

This is one of the very early signs of spring, and BOO-YA(!) I have some!!  And this is NOT the only exciting part!

I planted my lilac bushes late last spring, and they were kinda rough around the edges.  Combined with the fact that we have really dense, clay soil here, and lilacs need loose soil and ample drainage (which water doesn’t drain well through clay… picture a clay pot… that’s what a hole in my yard is like!), I didn’t have a lot of hope that they would thrive.

Well, they HAVE!  I could see the buds from the sun room!

Lilac Buds

Lilac Buds 2

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I’m having a rough morning. Lemme ‘splain.

I connect with music.  I adore music.  When I can feel what a song is saying, it can easily reduce me to tears.

Mike… not so much.  He likes and listens to music, but he doesn’t connect with music in the same way I do.  The only song I’ve ever seen him choke up during was the wedding march they played when I came up the aisle.

He gets his shorts all in a bunch sometimes, and will go off bitching about repeating lyrics.  He’s absolutely irritated by phrases that repeat in songs.  Even the CHORUS!  I’m like… Dude, it’s the freakin’ chorus!  It’s SUPPOSED to repeat…

Well, anyway…

I don’t watch American Idol.  No hate mail please.  I don’t know the guy who was on Idol, whose girlfriend was in an accident and is now mentally and physically handicapped.  I heard about it by accident because he was on the morning show that was on the tv in the background as we waited for the weather to come on.

He sang this song.  This love song for her.  Singing, why would I leave her when she needed me most.  What kind of man would I be?

It was very touching.  Of course I was almost in tears, but when am I not?  And at the end, I thought… I don’t know how singers can do that.  If I had to sing a song about the depth of love I feel for my husband, I wouldn’t make it but a few lyrics in before I choked, and my throat closed, and I was completely overwhelmed with emotion.  I’m just LIKE that.

So with that thought, I turn to Mike, who’s putting his boots on for work, and I say, “I don’t know how singers can do that…”

He replies, “What?  Sing the same freakin’ words, over and over?” in a snide, sarcastic tone.  Then he launched into his speech on the topic.

I guess he was about due. I know he’s feeling really stressed out at work right now, and when he cracks up a bit, at least he does it in the same old predictable ways, with the same old predictable speeches.  It’s like, how he releases the pent up energy inside of him.

Sure beats most every alternative way I can think of where someone is releasing stress energy.

(As a side note, my Ego has just informed me that my writing this blogs sucks because I was still a little hurt and angry when I started writing, but through analyzing it in order to articulate it, I seem to have put out the fire, and will salvage this day and my attitude after all…)

Well, I find it hard sometimes to be all zen about life in general when someone… anyone… is being all snide about something that I feel so strongly about, but it’s that much harder when it’s HIM.  I know he’s not attacking me, because I am not that thing which he finds distasteful.  I am not the song or the lyrics, nor do they actually represent me in any way.  Still, it stings.

And I found it ironic that as I sat, suddenly overwhelmed with my depth of love for him, he chose that moment to run off at the mouth, making me feel small and stupid.  I know.  I CHOSE to feel small and stupid.  You know what I mean.

But that little bit up there about his releasing stress energy this way, that was brilliant. I don’t think I’ve ever actually consciously acknowledged that THAT is what he’s doing when he does that.  And he’s about  four weeks away from completely losing his head at work and quitting.  He’s only held it together this long because he needs a little more time to put the finishing touches on his own business launch.

So, yeah… he’s really stressing right now.  I’m glad that little bit of brilliance struck me.  That was the phrase that put the fire out and took the sting away.  It’s actually kinda funny.  It was almost hard to finish the story once the fire was out :)

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