“Time Machine”

They say time is a circle—not a straight line.  It’s just that we don’t live long enough life cycles to remember from one life to another and to tie our expressions to our bigger, grander purpose; or who we really are. My Mother used to say, if you wait long enough it will be back in style.  Everything that is old becomes new again—and when I see things that are “new” it reminds me of my Grandmothers era or another place “in time.”  We know styles come and go in cycles.  What about the illusion of “time and space”?

This past summer I returned to Texas to pick up my car—a 1970 MGB that I bought in college—on a 5,000 mile road trip that took me through Washington, Oregon, California, New Mexico, into Texas and through El Paso, Austin and on east to Nacdogches and then back west through Utah to my childhood stomping grounds.  Our voyage across the country was a circle.  But if we had kept going?  Is the road in back of me the same one as the road in front of me or us? A huge cosmic circle?

Later, while cleaning the car I came across all sorts of little reminders which transported me back in time.  (Familiarity or déjà vu?) I found several U of W parking gate tickets, non-digital and an old map.  I found a rusted can of WD-40.  I found a favorite ceramic coffee mug—and a few pens.  All the little trinkets which propelled me back almost four decades when the car was first placed in storage. Time Machine . . . I thought.  The past had come back, into the NOW. It was the past. It was about the present too.  And, was it about the future as well?  A metaphor for our lives?

Our minds are vast and complicated with little understanding of the bigger system in which we live.  Sure, our 3D world was acknowledged and important, but like memories and feelings and consciousness—what lay outside of our physical world that could transport us to places unknown—likes dreams—and visions—and psychic knowing—or even astral travel?  Were we connected like the computer to an invisible human wifi?  What lays outside our physical world today, that is unaccepted—or not yet understood?  And, if we really are interdimensional beings, what insights and potentials do we create for ourselves based on our choices or our thoughts?  Unlike our paper geographical maps like I found in the car, was ours more of a personal individual energy map guided by our intuition and light language magnetic codes and intentions?

If we listen to our invisible guidance, are we able to jump timelines?  And, based on our choices, can our future be rewritten?  What about our past? I know when I stand at the center of my life in stillness, I realize that I create everything.  I can and do create “what’s next.”  But, just like the car—I must clean out and rid my being of unresolved things, and beliefs and be willing to move the needle from the old groove to make room for what is coming. Just like the location of the car—towed to its new locale which I was able to move physically creating new options—I choose the same for my life.  I believe that we are multidimensional with one foot in this dimension and another bigger part in a world I cannot see, but influences me everyday. If in fact, we have multidimensional DNA—then at some point, we have all been down this road before.  Influenced by this unknown, but “remembered past” called wisdom stored in our akashic lineage, living today in the now—and moving forward like the road circled before us.

I, for one, move forward with excitement with this unlimited possibility as I co-create and manifest my personal world and help with the global unfolding— which I choose to live in joy and happiness, without fear.

With the holiday season upon us—I extend this wish for you to.  To drop and heal what doesn’t serve you or me anymore—creating the road ahead of us and allowing the unfolding with integrity, and truth and love, full of compassion for everyone.  It is the time machine in us all—ready to be written or re-written and given as a starting point to shine our light of what is to come.

Happy Holidays—and Happy Travels!

“Realize that there are many things in the world for which no cause shall be found; not because it does not exist, but because we know too little to find it.”                                     ~Diana Gabaldon, Voyager

 

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Did You Have Fun?

Many would argue that the rigors of travel, the time change, the long days, and early mornings could be blamed for the cold I am experiencing at the moment. Science might argue that riding on a plane and sitting in a room of over 400 people from around the globe singing the language of lights quantum style could be blamed.  There are germs—after all!

However, I believe that this choir, my fourth, which took place in Chamonix, France last week was a huge vibratory shift and upgrade in my essence; and my biology is now catching up to this “new” higher vibration. (Many choir members are reporting on Facebook their own shifts and instantaneous changes in their lives as well.) Nearly, 5000 miles from home in the French Alps, sitting in the shadow of Mont Blanc approximately 400 of us from over 33 countries sang tones releasing energies contained within time capsules onto the planet through paired nulls and nodes.  These multi-dimensional time capsules are also held in our DNA, Gaia and within the dolphins and whales. These energies of “information” were placed here thousands of years ago by our seed parents, the Pleiadians, should we make the leap shifting into this new energy paradigm and the ultimate new human consciousness.  Fact or fiction?  You decide.

I was pulled like a tractor beam—-as were so many others who “heard the call”.  Was this my soul’s purpose at this time?  Or one of the reasons I choose to be here during this tumultuous recalibration of Earth’s history and progress as a human race reaching for a new state of consciousness? If we are eternal and forever with no beginning and no end, was this potential set by divine appointment, to assist humanity, way before we have verifiable understanding of the truth, depth and certainty carried within the quantum light language we sang?  Apparently, the Universe and Galaxy know and this knowledge is instantaneous and there is great celebration and admiration for what we are doing “down here” for “out there!” Presently, we are in a struggle between light and dark—and the chaos we see on the news certainly confirms this endeavor.  I know and can report that the light is winning!

We must get out of our boxes to see this in an astute way and realize that there are so many things that we don’t know and can’t explain.  Spontaneous remission can’t be explained by our men of science.  Germs, were invisible (until they weren’t) and were unbelievable to many upon their “discovery”.  In our limited perception, there are many things which logic, analysis and intellect cannot rationalize away. This is one of them. Esoterics are like that.  But, it doesn’t make them not true; mainstream belief is just not there yet.

So, as we sang beautiful pairs of tone combinations and tender enlightening Lemurian Lullabies to awaken our inner light (as well as the Lemurian child), the intention of the time capsules were set to respond to “compassionate action”.  We have changed our planet forever.  The melodious sounds and harmonics created within our group were pure magic—and the purpose even more cosmic. These specific tones released energy, held within the time capsules that the “Pleiadians knew we would need . . . right about now.”

Just before leaving, Dr. Todd asked me, “Did you have fun?”  Maybe I should say, it was out of this world!  Not only did I meet many wonderful souls from around the world—I feel we were an emissary of true light and love for the new potential of what is ahead for our planet. I salute Dr. Todd, Lee Carroll and Kryon—the choir directors, the united loving world of other old souls from around the world who sang with me—our ancestors and our seed parents—and my new calibration!  I wouldn’t have missed it for—the world!  As John Lennon sang in 1988 . . .

You may say I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one

I hope someday you’ll join us

And the world will be as one . . .

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“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP

Author of Riding the Light Beam; How Every Woman Can Find the Hero Inside”

Cassadaga

orb-2Over the years the names Cassadaga and Lily Dale surface from time to time—some who visited the villages’ reported they were wowed by the experience—some, not-so-much.  And, so it was that our Matrix Energetics Healing Group decided to take take a field trip to the famous spiritual camp this past weekend and check it out for ourselves.

All of the fanfare of course is billed upon the unseen energies, spirits, mediums, ghosts, and the existence of life after death; a minuscule community established in 1894 by a man named Colby which is spread over 57 acres of outback land in Central Florida.  I certainly believed in these things—how could I channel—and counsel about spiritual things without such understanding or belief myself?  It was a given. Our lives and our natures were so much bigger than what we saw in the mirror everyday.

I don’t consider myself a “spiritualist”.  For that matter, the first time I was asked if I was a light worker, I just shrugged my shoulders and was confused by the question.  I was unfamiliar with the term a dozen years ago; now I feel the importance of the task. We are way showers and bridges to the future on earth; an expanded vision of who we really are.   I always knew that I didn’t fit well into mainstream not realizing I was an old soul; I heard the beat of my own drum and followed it.  Sure I had wisdom, but I thought everyone should have that “knowing” and knowledge buried deep—wherever those things were contained.  I smiled at how far my journey had led me.

I had come easily to grasp upon these expanded views that quickly surpassed my traditional upbringing; It was an intellectual archaeological dig of our true divine beginnings for me and I was open for something more; the quest was exciting.  There was always something that was limiting, untold or left out; a piece of the puzzle missing within the modern religious orders.  Had we done our best? Perhaps, it was just the churches fear of going to far.  Whatever that meant.  They wouldn’t  want to empower their followers after all; that meant less money in the coffers. Lol. Maybe more of a video game hierarchy  was closer to the truth. Each level gained more points.

Somewhere along the way, we had descended the evolutionary ladder—with our consciousness and DNA only working about a third or less of its true capability. The ancients’ views had been mocked or absent from our culture, a bias of sorts condemned to stray to far outside the keepers of theology, the study of divinity, truth and God.  It seemed to be a private club of power, knowledge and control. In the end, “we” became the conquerors of yesteryear, now  modern-day missionaries condemning the indigenous peoples beliefs as somehow wrong.  Just maybe, they knew something we did not?

Fast-forward back to the 21st century, this was a quest for me. A quest of reading and learning and being open-minded to more.  It was an exhilarating exploration that I yearned for—a truth seeker of sorts; those ideas and philosophies that resonated with my soul, not necessarily the neighbor next door.

The class and then tour began at 7:30 pm in Cassadaga but not without a slide presentation offering proof to those in the room—but what I already knew.  I had years of orbs, unexplained lights, shadows and “paranormal” energies already on my iPhone; they are everywhere.  More normal than we realize.

In spite of how the title and name looked, they were in their box; god was apart, outside and separated from ourselves.  There was nothing especially different except the external effort they put in trying to prove their theories.  I wanted to interject to the audience to use their discernment; it was not my place.  But I ask you now to use your discernment—and seek your truth—not someone else’s ideas passed down through the generations by some male authority figure outfitted colorful silk regalia.

Women have always provided the spiritual component in human relationships—it is one of our strengths and our gift.  Not just in this life time but over the eons humanity has been here working through the darkness to the light; humanities journey among the Universes and galaxies.  Since underneath our human costumes—we are part of God.  It’s time to let our magnificence shine.  After all the human soul is not really human.  Death is simply a transfer of energy.  Our pineal gland is sort of a human wi-fi device picking up information and translated into thoughts and words to guide, nudge and teach us.  I know it is always working.  (How else could I awaken from a deep sleep and ask if Joshua, my oldest son, had made it home from work during a part-time job in high school—only to find out he was not and the pickup truck he was driving would not start. We were there in an instant.How did I know?)  Something bigger and larger kept my family safe.

The biggest point before I close—is this is the planet of free choice—the choice to discover and know the divinity inside. And, no matter what the face of god looks to you,  it is triggered by our pure intent.  We are the one who must open the door; no one can do it for you.  Is it time to open the door and discover the god inside you? And, CLAIM it for your own.  Lighting the torch is easy–all it takes is a “YES”.

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“Each time you see or hear the word

God, think of the person next to you,

the family at work, or at play, and the

true essence of who you are at the core.

Do not think of a singular power higher than

yours somewhere in the sky.  It is you!

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathrine Silver

Cathrinesilver.com

Rewriting the Future

IMG_1208.JPGThree days before, Ela and I had driven our way into town, and we comfortably checked into a room we would be sharing for the next five days; everything seemed to show its age.  The hustle and bustle of the historical old Arlington Hotel was visible.  I equated it to the strain of a faded late-model Chevy and a few too many miles.  No one was counting as the odometer had simply pooped out years before.  The driver, still happy she got him faithfully to town and back when the occasion arose.  And yet, for the most part, no one seemed to notice.  The town was more famous for our now past president’s boyhood home and the old bathhouse relics which lined the main street; in their prime 100+ years before.  I had come here to partake in another Pineal Toning Choir, an exercise and purpose that spoke to me on a level far beyond any conscious reasoning or logical sense; the pull was too great.  I had been registered eons before the 1924 construction date of the Arlington or before this territory was called Arkansas; even perhaps before the Native Americans called it their home recognizing its sacredness as something special.

Yet interestingly enough, half-way through the day of our pineal tones Crystalline Choir recording and final performance, I had a serious passing thought: could this really be real?  We were over seven billion on the planet and counting and I was in a group of 300 souls singing tones in real time—in a quantum language—opening time capsules—placed here by our seed parents—thousands of years before and yet we were right on time.  I pondered the immensity of something so profound, as we continued to sing . . .  YOO EE YOO EE YOO EE YOO EE YOO .

This was my third choir, and somehow the most surreal for me.  We were rewriting the future.  Underway was a transmutation of the energies of trauma, suffering, hardship, and dolor history that had embedded itself in our earth and esoteric invisible crystalline grid.  It showed in our human experience and our collective low consciousness as war, death, sorrow, hardship. It showed in our politics, education, health care and beliefs about longevity, disease and women—all from our many expressions here on earth— stored and remembered at some unconscious level.    I knew it first hand or should I say, I had experienced it first-hand. This deep intense sorrow manifested itself years before on a trip with my husband and young boys.  We had driven through the battle fields of Mississippi and it was almost overwhelming for me despite the manicured green rolling hills and bright blue sunny day.  I felt such deep sadness present years after the last bullet was fired, the last solider killed and buried.  No one was there, and yet, the earth remembered and I felt it.  Now, it was time to erase all that.  It was time to “rewrite the grid” and overlay the new intentions for peace on earth, compassion and love towards each other, happiness, joy and beyond what we had come to expect of life here.  The cycles we knew so well would not be repeated.

The day before, our final performance, Marc, one of our choir directors had walked down the street in search of a local coffee bar/cafe. As synchronicity would have it, a conversation with a local Native American ensued. This conversation then led to an invitation for Lee Standing Bear Moore to speak briefly to our choir.  A tall distinguished soft spoken man with a long gray braid down the center of his back accepted the microphone.  Standing on stage in boots, a peach short-sleeved summer shirt and blue jeans, he spoke of the history and some of the more interesting legends of his people and their connection to this sacred ground they called, “Place of Peace or The Unbroken Circle: Manataka.” He ended with a website where more information could be found and left with a standing ovation.  I felt our oneness and our missions entangled together; everyone “playing” their part in the story of Earth and our ascension.

The next day, a physician from Canada shared a story from their website, Manataka—simply said from the text I quote below he summarized:

Stunned, the council did not know how to respond to the elderly Nun.”

       “We learned of your dream about the Place of Peace, also experienced by three other Sisters of your  church.  This is the dream we heard:  “A Light will be born at the Place of Peace that will grow and spread to many lands. . . .  It is now time to tell you the Crystal of Manataka is not only a symbol representing abstract and sacred meanings.  The artifact holds the key to opening a portal of high energy and frequencies, sacred sounds, partly necessary to giving birth to a light that will grow and spread to many lands.  The key, when used as a tool in conjunction with six other sacred crystals, placed in correct alignment and formation, will open the heavens of consciousness within humanity. “

Again, we were being given pieces and information hidden and then revealed when our understanding met our higher consciousness and pure intent within this present time of 2016.

We learned we were sitting on the largest deposit of quartz crystal on land; an inverted pyramid or mountain almost below our feet as well as transmitter of information. This deposit, a node, serving as an amplifier—and together with the diamond grid west of our locale was also assisting humanity with the potential for radical transformation and sweeping far-reaching leaps to a whole new world; a profound leap into the future both personally and within the area presented—locally, globally and galactically— connected to a null and the other half of this matched pair in Patagonia, Mt. Fitz Roy. This was about melting barriers to multidimensionality and interdimensional communication both from Dr. Todd, Lee Carroll, Kryon and to us.  The choir was the activation for this esoteric information to be released; the key.

This is all very philosophical.  It sounds like a science fiction screen play being bantered about by high profile Hollywood executives wondering if it will sell to investors and the mainstream public who buys tickets to reclining soft chairs in dark movie theaters while munching on buttered popcorn.   As the rewriting continues and as humanity shifts, we will one day look back and have valid evidence that this is in-fact—real, and profoundly altering states of consciousness and giving us the gift and opportunity for a new humanity.  After all, shifting belief systems change reality—and that creates a new future, one that we are “quickly” rewriting this very moment.  And, just like the old Chevy, the key is in the lock and the engine hums carrying us down the road into the future.  We may not know how the car gets us to town, but always does safely and for that we are grateful.  The same may be said for humanity’s new era—and for that we are grateful too!

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP

http://www.CathrineSilver.com

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Synchronicity—Following the Flow of Life

 

I like to think of synchronicity as the alignment of the universe and cosmic energies that support us on an unseen or invisible dimension—something that nudges us to the right place at the right time.  Some may call it lucky—others may call it chance—but I like to think of it as the magic that happens when we allow ourselves to be guided in what seems to make no sense.

I know that happened in Jacksonville this past weekend.  Even getting out of town was synchronic.  Picking up shelves, a quick bite to eat and a friend stopping to get some of my alkaline water.  All matched up with perfection.  And, with all that going on I didn’t forget to pack my tooth brush or other essentials for the overnight excursion.

While talking to another friend, I’ll call him Craig, he commented at our spiritual group meeting the other night—the same had brought him to the meeting.  He said he kept trying to push that intuitive knowing to one side.  Making excuses about how he didn’t have time to run by the bookstore.  Finally, he acquiesced and met Joanne, who told him all about the very meeting and group he had be yearning for.

My ex-husband would occasionally give me strange looks as I announced something very out of left brain sequence or logic.  “How do you come up with these things, he would ask?”  They just “pop” into my head I would respond with a smile.  To him they seemed just too strange and out of this world to his analytical way of thinking.  In fact, the world is much more aligned with his rational viewpoint than my ‘navigational’ way.

Perhaps, it is that we have discounted that irrational knowing is too far out of the box.  Perhaps, not understanding that, shall we say, the Cosmic choreography of our life-long dance in human form is guided by the potentials.  When we make a move—the map changes—as well as the new potentials to create the magic we know and call synchronicity.

Do what you want with this information.  Call it crazy —or call it egocentric—or give it a try.  Listen to the small “voice” inside and begin to trust that everything really is in order—it is only too vast for us to understand its meaning and movement.  It is a gift that everyone has, but only you can “unwrap” the box and give it a try.  What freedom to know that we always have help.  But, we must stop all the chatter—for just a moment—and listen!

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Maybe this was the message Rocky and Bullwinkle wanted us to know so long ago, when at the end of the 30 minute segment—Eenie meenie chili beanie, the spirits are about to speak. Are they friendly spirits? Just listen.

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP

www.cathrinesilver.com

CathysilverHealth@gmail.com

“Cathy has a passion for breaking the unhealthy patterns that are overlooked and underestimated by western medicine. In partnering with her clients to promote their wellbeing, she’s had major success in decoding the biology (hidden blocks, buried feelings, etc.) that negatively impact their pain, illness, grief and overall discontent in the human journey. Clients are astonished by her knack to mine underground emotions and the root causes behind physical distress through her innate intuitive ability, problem solving and integrity; and it has earned her the nickname “Wellness Warrior” by some longstanding clients.  Cathy provides an ever-growing supply of resources, practices and modalities in helping her clients achieve their wellness goals.”

This Much I Know Is True—Signs From The Otherside Of The Veil.

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I have been called intuitive, psychic, clairsentient, and an unconscious channel.  I believe there are no accidents—only synchronistic moments.  Some we acknowledge and others we fail to recognize.  So, was the case when Joe pulled into my driveway Friday afternoon.
His boss had sent him to replace my antiquated hot water heater which had given up the ghost and declared to me by the leaking water water in my garage, this Reem was complete.  It had given service to my home for decades—and it was time to move on to appliance heaven on my watch.  And with my blessings I prepared for a replacement. New energy perhaps?  In any case, Joe, a forty something plumber with dark curly hair and  a heavy northeast accent, wearing a bright red shirt,  stepped out of his truck and surveyed the situation.
He got to the task very quickly, but needed my approval for a new ‘ball valve’ shut off handle  and uttered something about having to turn off the water to the house which brought me into the garage and into conversation.  I stood there briefly my attention turning to the project at hand and moments later engaged on the details of the new installation.
An unseasonably hot sunny South Florida day,  I leaned against the door jam by the entrance to the laundry room door observing the progress as he worked, sweat poring off his forehead talking in light conversation as he wiped his brow and began to work his magic with the copper pipe fittings.  The subject had turned to more serious matters.  Joe shared he had been in an serious car accident five years earlier and spent ten weeks in the hospital—including 10 days in a coma.  “they didn’t even tell me for two months,” he said with anguish on his face.   I tried to hide my confusion, my mind scrambling, to carefully piece the story together.  He carried the scars on his arm—a plate on his shin—and halo marks on his skull.  He also carried something even more sobering than the visible scars and that was the death of his brother from that fateful,  sorrow filled night.  As much as he tried—he could not put those events out of his mind—emotion welling up, he turned away facing the new heater.
 “Do you feel your brother around you?” I asked causally placing my hand on the corner of the dryer.   He turned around and looked at me, copper fitting in his gloved hand.  “No—well maybe sometimes”.  “You know I’m Catholic.” As if to say, I’m not allowed to believe in those things.  I smiled.  “Do you think he’s all right?”  I nodded. “My brother was a great brother”.  He continued uninterrupted, “protected me through high-school.  We even lived together.  He watched out for me.  I miss him.”
So, unfolded a deep conversation as the water heater installation progressed, and so did the ideas and beliefs upon which he was raised, in a safe round about way—we talked about his brother and Grandfather’s death;  the sides of his box came down just a little Friday afternoon. Beyond reason.  Beyond logic.  Beyond proof. He had outgrown his box, he knew there was more.
 I don’t have to tell you Joe will never be the same after his experience—but now he was looking for the “why” in all this.  Life he felt was a struggle everyday.  I sighed.  “What if your brother loved you so much, that you and he had an agreement that he would go first?” I said.  He looked confused. “What if this is about opening up to something bigger—that cannot be denied?  What if he is still helping you?  Watching out for you and guiding you? What if he is with you right now?” It is strange he confessed, that I ended up here this afternoon.  “The laundry room is actually quite crowed,” I said smiling. Your Grandfather is here too.  How do you know that, he asked.  “Because, I answered, there is an agreement that a little piece of them stays with you– with us—just like you will stay with your loved ones when you leave your physical body.  But—you’ll be back.  I promise.  Just like he will.”
He will give you a sign if you ask, I assured him.  “Perhaps a song on the radio or a license plate just when you think of him –a coincidence too uncanny to be accidental.” I continued,  a sign on a truck or a coin.  “Coin?” He said turning around digging for something out of the back of his van.  “Yea—it will be something” I said.   “It would be a dime”, he declared.   Now it was my turn to be surprised.  As much as I feel and “know” the synchroncities never fail to surprise me.  The day before—I had been out running errands, and stepped out of my car– looked down and found a dime—heads up.  In the moment, there was something in me that knew it was a message; the feeling was there, but the meaning unclear.  I picked it up.  I can’t explain it in logical—left brain terms, for those that need explanation because it exists in that quantum state, but  I remember saying to myself, “I wonder what this means?”  Today, I had my answer.  “Hold on Joe, let me go grab the dime out of my car.  It is in the cup holder; safe.”  Still facing up, I handed the silver coin to him.  Joe looked at me, smiled and slid it into his pocket, he returned to his work.
We continued to talk about his brother’s death—memories of his grandfather—his son and his family lineage.   I know Joe was supposed to be there Friday; so did he.   I know why I had kept that dime safe.  It was to let Joe know that his brother was right there beside him. Never really gone.  He needed to hear that. I assured him that his brother was fine when he asked.   There is “no sting” in death for the one that passes.  It’s only us—left behind—missing them.  Sometimes guilt, anger, or sadness—torn—and confused and often wondering depending on our belief and our relationship–and circumstances.
I ask you to discern this message.  Maybe it resonates—maybe it doesn’t; either is okay.   This is about healing.  It is about love.  It’s about giving permission—and being open to the answer.  Because, death, our loved ones, and what we make up about all this is far more important and bigger than suffering.  God does not want us to suffer.  These are contracts and potentials that we agreed upon before we incarnated here this lifetime for our growth and wisdom far more immense than our 3-D reality allows us to behold.  I know there is grand purpose and we will reunite once again when we meld back into wholeness of source which in human terms is undefinable.  But the human soul—not really human at all– is there beside us always.  We just have to be open enough to look—and keep our heart open enough to feel—because they are there.  This much I know is true.
For interesting read that I loved,  you may check out Carol Bowman’s book, Return From Heaven.  You may also want to consult a grief recovery specialist in your area or begin with the book: Grief Recovery Handbook by Russell Friedman & John W. James.  Or email me at Cathysilverhealth@gmail.com if I can help you.
“Inspired Wellness from Within”
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Manifesting What We Need . . .

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Leaving the beach yesterday afternoon, big dark luminous clouds hovered to the west followed with occasional deep rumblings of thunder.  I looked at my friend Richard, who was loading his beach chairs and small cooler in the trunk of his car, “you’d better hurry,” he said, “I think you can make it home before this rain comes.”

I swung my leg over my silver Raleigh and headed north on A1A, down the narrow lane sprayed with the white bike symbol before me on the pavement. Three quarters of the way home, I turned the corner heading west, looked up and realized heading straight towards my direction and seconds away was a ‘sheet of rain’ as the gusty wind blew the leaves across the asphalt and I felt the bursts of wind swirl against my face; the raindrops pelting me now. Do I really want to get soaked? On my right, as I had turned that corner on Hibiscus, was an old iconic beauty salon called Paula’s.  As I peddled past this very pink 50’s style beauty salon to my right I had noticed a back door overhand big enough for me and my bike; shelter from the rain?  I circled my bike back around and headed for the faded-red scalloped awning which protected the back entrance.   Fifteen minutes later, the squall was over and I continued my trek home. Happy and dry and good with my decision to make my unscheduled stop and grateful for Paula’s south-side stoop.

I thought nothing more about the ride home, rain shower and manifested shelter until the following day …

Sunday morning came bright and early, and my good friend Donna was scheduled to pick me up mid-morning. Our plans to hang out at the beach in place weeks before; sun, ocean waves and catching up with our lives, under the umbrella–toes in the sand and the traditional champagne toast.
As luck or fate would have it, there were no available parking spots open. It’s funny how energy carries an idea to many at once or directs you to what you need to learn or experience, sometimes, I’m not sure which.  Bring in Plan B:

Drop off beach stuff, park at my house, and walk 10 minutes back to the beach. Unloading the beach paraphernalia, I realized that I had forgotten a hair tie. It was particularly warm–outside of south Florida, I would have said HOT, and it is more comfortable to have my shoulder-length hair off my neck and back out of my face out-of-the-way.

If Donna asked me to drive her car back to my house, saving her the walk, I would grab a hair tie  from my home. As this thought was passing through my brains circuitry, she handed me the cooler, and air mattress, shouting, “I”ll meet you on the beach, my umbrella is the Tommy Bahama tan & blue….” I picked up my backpack and begun to cross the brick pavers toward the water. I hadn’t taken more than about 10 steps when I looked down and there was a hair tie. I stopped, totally amazed, and picked it up and quickly used it to tie my hair back, getting it off my neck and feeling not only the breeze, but noticeably cooler.

Wow, I thought, this is the second time in two days that exactly what I needed  literally appeared before me at exactly the right time.  Was this really a bigger metaphor for my life? All of our lives?  And, how often did we miss it or look the other way, or resist the gift? (In the case of the used hair tie, for example.  For all you germ-a-phobs I reasoned that the salt water would certainly kill anything, if necessary. Smiling.)

If we can keep out mind open, I believe ideas, opportunities and situations are given to us as gifts. The people we’re supposed to meet? The jobs we’re supposed to get . . .  The question is always,  do we say yes, or do we say no?   The choice is ours. Not all gifts are packaged how we “envision”.  And, if it doesn’t look the way our ego thinks it should, do we throw the opportunity away?  Do we set up too much criteria?  Too many half to’s and close the very door or window we’ve been waiting to open?

All this to say, just notice. And, maybe, just maybe, be open to something ‘different’ than you expected, but shows up at the exact moment you need it!  What about a “Yes”, and not a “Yea, but . . .”?

“Inspired Wellness from Within”

Cathy Silver, HC

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