Where did you come from, my dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
Where did you get the eyes so blue?
Out of the sky, as I came through.
Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.
What make your cheek like a warm, white rose?
I saw something better than anyone knows.
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
Where did you get that pretty ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.
Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into hooks and bands.
Feet, whence did you come, you darling thing?
From the same box as the cherubs wings.
How did they all come just to be you?
God thought of me, and so I grew.
But... how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, and I came here.
Well as you can see, i've added quite a few new posts I already had written elsewhere. Hope you enjoy some of my stories. I would like to share with you, who I am, my beliefs, thoughts and my own life lessons and what its been like growing up as a psychic, being differant.
Sometimes I channel, and i'll let you know if it isn't coming from me.
Please feel free to comment or write share your own stories, thoughts, feelings and aspirations!
Love to you all,
Wind~
All weekend i've been having connection problems because of the storm we had here in Iowa so trying to stay online and work was impossible so instead I hunkered down with a few good movies and a book. As I was watching "Independance Day" I turned to my friend and said; " Do you realize that you have a Jew, a Black Man and an Alcholic saving the world?" He said, " Wow didn't catch that and i've seen it several times!." Amazing I thought. The guy who plays president can't act and i'm surprised he even got that part but that's another topic .... anyway my mind thinks of strange things as I pick up little details like that and so it brings us back to my strange thoughts of yesterday...
I was laying in bed trying to understand why I never seemed to fit in this place, the "heartland" as it's called. And it dawned on me. All I know here are people who are servants, such as maids, food waiters, janitors, you know the people that work hard for less money than everyone else. Good hearted people but I couldn't figure out why I couldn't "fit" into their world. Did I think I was above them? No way! I have tremendous respect for hard workers. But none of the people I know here understand Kafka nor read Dante, or sits for hours in a museum staring into one peice of art trying to understand the deeper meaning or wants to visit africa and feed the starving children... the people I know are more about drinking on their day's off because they've busted their backs all week and that's their only reprieve.
I wonder if they'ed be servants if they had more motivation. Motivation for what? They work hard to make pennies and I don't see them lacking in friends or love and they seem to be content. They play their stereo's, have cook outs and play cards. A tight knit circle of other service people around them. Friends they can rely on when times are tuff and money is low. They borrow from each other. If Terry gets paid friday and Denise gets paid Wednesday, she may need $10 bucks from Terry for gas to help get her thru and so on...
It reminded me of another movie, "The Titanic." Third class passengers way on the bottom of the ship, happily singing, dancing and drinking but to the upper class, those with means and education considered "beneath" them. The snobs on the upper decks were cold, disconnected and the nature of "status" were more important than friends with less means, look at how they treated Leanardo .... Well not everyone treated him like a servant boy but you get the point. I can't fit in with them because I love to talk, I love to read and I love a great debate on anything from politics, religion etc.. Things no one here I know gives a damn about. I don't watch BET or VH1 and never got into cards but a good game of chess would be great. Not to mention they think i'm weird for being a psychic and they can't relate to someone like me either. See how strange I am by what I talk about?
But back to the beginning of the blog, you have three differant people, all of whom we stereotype and if your not a Jew, a Black or an Alcholic you won't get the point...
As much as we have persecuted these people they were the first to pony up and put their necks on the line. Of course the alcholic got sober real quick and went into recovery but as it happens for him he died on his first sober day but hey who knows maybe he would have stayed sober, we'll never know and after all it is only a movie.
So i'm not sure having education and status makes us any better, perhaps how we view ourselves is the key to this when were seeking true happiness. The greatest people in our history were servants with humble means.... look at Jesus, Ghandi, Martin Luther King an so on...
And we also do that with those without money and education. There is racisim eveywhere and there shouldn't be. So what if I love to learn the things I do and my friends love to hang out and play cards, the single and most important thread here is that of acceptance. It doesn't mean I have to change or that they have to change. I think if we look hard enough to the find the little details, we find a bit of ourselves in everyone.
Realizing this yesterday really helped me to bridge the distance between the "them and me" syndrome.
Peace and Love,
Wind~
If you have been reading my blog you'll know i'm getting ready to move back to Delaware. While I was going thru boxes, sorting out my things from my childrens things I came upon a box I didn't even know I had.
In it, I found an article I had written back in October of 1996 when I first opened up my Psychic buisness there. This was before coming back to Iowa and I totally can see the diffearnce in me compared to then. I hope you do too, so here it is:
YOU ARE BOUNDLESS LIMITLESS CREATIVE ART!
The artist sees and gives expression to the deeper inner reality that we all experience. Through his art, we are able to experience more deeply our humanity, the mysteries of existence and God-like beauty of the human spirit. The poet gives voice to what we all know, but cannot express. The artist shapes, forms and colors the sublime radiance of life.
Let them speak. But I am no artist, you may protest. Yet is your life any less a canvas because you do not paint? Is your voice any less potent because you do not give it a pen? Is your soul barren of song because you compose no notes? No, a thousand times!
Life well-lived is the greatest art of all. The art of your life is not a matter of talent. It is a matter of MOUNTING THE COURAGE TO LIVE. It's mounting the courage to SEE what you really are, to be dazzled by the Radiance that is YOU. Mounting the courage to imagine what the world could be. Mounting the courage to die a thousand deaths to LIVE one life to the fullest.
Translate the pains of hell into a new song. Lovely apparitions of possibilities as yet undreamed await those whose hands are strong and steady enough to hew away the rough walls and make their creative vision a manifest reality. Making visible the glorious inner life in the everyday world of form IS the creative process. Neurosis is but expression denied.
We can not hide and express at the same time any more than we can move forward and backward at once. We hide because we do not accept ourselves as we are. We will not admit the pains of hell, fearing we won't have the courage to traslate a new song. We hide in shame outside the Gate of Eden, invisible to ourselves, blind to others.
As all hero's before you, you must conquer the pain of hell. Open eyes will shed tears, for the world IS full of sorrow. The flames of hell reflected in wet pools of tender blaze brilliant, the light of love.
The sorrow of the world humbles and purifies all idle vanities. Look now upon the world, stripped bare, not in blank stare but gently with eyes that care.
Anyways, I just thought it was interesting that I found that during this time in my life. I found other articles as well. I use to do weekly news letters for my clients and it's amazing I found these.
Wind~
The new age movement is rapidly growing in various directions. Many alternative areas of exploration, as well as groups of persons with similar beliefs. You see psychics on TV working with the police and other shows that deal with many unexplained phenomena. Through this period of growth and awakening, the theme of personal healing and achievement of spiritual fulfillment is often mudded.
Many have stated that the changes in the world must begin within the family unit, of which the foundation is the parents. How can we possibly expect to teach by example to the children of the world to share love, fulfillment and happiness if we do not experience those for ourselves everyday. We can not expect to heal or help others without healing ourselves first.
We can not share unconditional love if we do not know and experience it within ourselves first. It all must begin with the inner journey of "Self." To look within ourselves individually and to start taking personal accountability for ourselves, our actons, behavior, feelings and growth.
To stop giving up personal empowerment of choice by choosing to be a victim to soothe other people and to life. It all begins inside of us, learning to love, and accept ourselves. To find our courage to look in the mirror each day and to commit to ourselves to grow, heal and love ourselves. So that we may share with others our recognition of love and wonderment of the life that is all around us and begins within us.
Wind~
I Hear You Calling...
Today I took myself away from the earthly worries and surrenderd. I let go and accepted the day however it's maiden voyage became. For each day is a maiden one... new and with promise. I got to my office, lit my candles and prayed for Gods Grace and Truth.... Yes, Grace and Truth. Of love and direction. I knew the names of my clients before they arrived and asked God for His assistance and what message did he want for them.
She arrived, a bit nervous and sat down. I was also nervous on a human level but knew to let go and trust... I took a deep breath and began our session.... Nothing can compare to God's will and word of hope, love, forgiveness. We spend much of our lives worrying about the little things that we over look the greater good, the blessing. I know, I did the same thing for the past two weeks with my friend. Thru their message from God, I also was reminded.
I see the hurt, their pain and can see the details etched within their hearts, their soul. It is only thru God's Grace I am allowed to see this.... embrace with the angels their wounds and most often, God takes that person back to their childhood.... I understand why He does this. And why we hold onto many of our resentments and pain. Here is an ariticle I wrote the second night I was home in Delaware.... before my friend's problems became my own. I thank God for today and for those I was allowed to see, hold and help.
How does one heal without guidance from either a friend, nature or God? Mankind, The world, or Spirituality, some form of one or all three must be available for the wounded to mend it's broken spirit. What do most people feel hurt by? What are the most basics? I would say the first one would be rejection. Rejection of one's spirit, love and indiviuality.
For being counted as loved and the feeling that one's life matters is I feel the upmost essential ingrediant to a healthy life. Rejection has many faces and turns into resentments because of the need to protect and retreat. It exposes all of our vulnerabilities and forces us to take a deep look into ourselves and our own worth and if we have little to begin with, this can be very painful and often times dibilitating often leading into addictions on many levels.
( addictions in adulthood because of the ways in which we learned to cope from being rejected)
(resentments stemming from rejection- 1, bitterness, 2. not being able to cope. 3. Self-sabotozing)
Not being able to express our emotions, stuffing, shame, anger, rage, hate etc. Often times becauase we didn't have someone to guide us out of the pain, no one we felt we could communicate with openly about our feelings. Feeling shut out. Not mattering.
Rejection opens the doors that allows us to fall into places we wouldn't walk before or be with those we wouldn't have chosen otherwise. Because it depletes the self spirit and the ego mind within the wounded.
Take a look at your lives and I want you to think of a time when you felt rejected. How did that feel for you? How did you cope? Did you shove it under the rug days maybe weeks later to get on with your life? Did you cry and release? Did you reach out to someone for guidance and reassurance?
Ways in which we respond to rejection is important skills to learn in our early years of growth. Did you try to change to make that person like you? Did you move on to another with less value, morals and principles than your own? Did you try to validate your own worth by hanging out with the "wrong" crowd?
Did you shy away from others and become and stay isolated and withdrawn? Taking jobs that didn't challange you or finding a partner that only validated how unworthy you were?
We are suppose to look to our parents and siblings within the family unit for reassurance of how valuable we are but often times this doesn't happen for reasons we all can relate to. Your stories are yours, but we have shared them together. The feeling of not being important, heard, understood.
Not being picked to be on the winning team, not being invited to the party, not being accepted by your peers because you were "differant" all have hurt more deeply than we realize and all make up our self worth very early on and ALL are important.
My son's step mother and I have said to my son, " Your not going to like everyone and everyone isn't going to like you. Though this is true do we just leave the child with that as an acceptable explanation and tune out the child that cries for help when they are being bullied, rallying it up as "kid stuff?"
How many times were you wounded by such events in school and what impact can you honestly say this had upon your adult life? Do you convey the same message to your own child and to your OWN INNER child? We may not like others because of how they live, what they do, how they behave etc, but what about God's unconditonal love for you? What message did Jesus bring into the Christian faith?
Did you just get used to it as being normal and became numb to it all? What message do you bring? But most importantly, what message for YOU do you still hold onto, good and negative.... nine times out of ten you will remember the bad....
Seeing clearly as God see's you, lovable, worthy, countable even when you have NO one that reflects this back to you, know that God does and tries to show you in SO many ways. Reach out and embrace your friend, your co-worker, your neighbor. They suffer secretly as you do.
Treat those as you would wished to be treated.... This is about love. This is about forgivness, this is about healing...
Wind~
She looks within and in the fading sunset she arises and reflects upon her life. She makes a warm cup of Chammomile tea with a touch of honey and looks across the valley, she takes a deep earthly breath and can smell the sweet grass and sage growing wild. It's richness of the early night dew forming on the land, she sits and gazes out in thought. Her heart holds onto all of her memories as easily as she holds onto this moment, this breath she inhales so slowly, savouring. And so she recalls her life. Her accomplishments, her lovers, her friends, her children.
The wars she fought both outside and inside, the hardships of money, her siblings dying one by one, the men she married and left and the children she never fully raised. The injustice done to her and to those she loved. All those she tried to rescue but in the end, couldn't. A busy mosquito spins around her tea and she gently brushes it away. "Ah the tiny blood sucker, i've seen you so many times...though you have many faces and names, I haven't forgotten you." She thinks to herself.
The sun is golden with deep red hues casting off strange images of both death and life admist the sky. Of pre-dawn to dusk in this moment as she sits on her porch with her tea... She looks out among the land. The huge willow tree in full bloom that is to her front just before you get to the fence that seperates her land from the road. It only goes two ways, East and West. Funny she thinks... "My house, my house is at a cross road... a T... I could go left, I could go right..." Another deep breath as she closes her eyes and decides she'll stay right where she is. Right in the present, yet reflecting inward. A call to the heart that is long overdue.
"What Grace i've known!" she says with a whisper. "All the things that could have gone wrong in my life has, but what Grace!"she repeats now,inwardly... how she learned about so many things. How to forgive, accept, independance and most important of all, how to love. She remembers back when in her darkest time when she had no love for life, no love for herself. So ensued with anger and resentment. The pain so devestating, if she had held onto it...in this moment she never could have inhaled so openly the life around her. The busy mosquito returns and again she gently brushes it away.
"All those things I use to get so worked up over, stressed out about! My, my... all those moments I spent on the little things when I could have enjoyed so much more in my life." She sits and ponders but not out of regret but from a deeper sense of wisdom and her life is re-born through her memories. Coming back to life from an age gone by when youthfulness was as fragile as the heart.
She re-calls little Johnny going off to war after the World Trade Center attack. His huge smile that showed all the imperfections of his teeth as it did his spirit. His courage and patriotism. Only to find out years later the whole truth about that and again the resentment and shock she had for her own democracy. Her beloved country, yes her land. Again the busy mosquito returns and again she gently swipes it away.
"All those times when I felt jilted and lied to and betrayed! I learned about forgiveness. I never could have moved forward without that, never could have understood a higher meaning. So costly but how priceless it was!" She takes a sip of her tea, another deep breath ... She feels so calm and peaceful. So connected to her land, herself and her life in this moment. The moment the sun is now falling behind the hill in front of her house. Casting a waning luminous light upon her face yet as she gazes out, the land has grown silent. The busy mosquito once again returns and again she gently swipes it away.
"Ah my mothers voice, her warmth, her love."..she cradles her cup of tea in her arms as her eyes are closed in another memory as she once cradled her own children. " You were so beautiful, so helpful to me. I'm so sorry the cancer got you mom. But I never would have known love if it hadn't been for you. For you loved me more than anyone ever could. You understood me and loved me just for me." She can feel the dying sun on her face as the moon tries to push it's way onto her land and into her moment. "Oh your back again busy mosquito? Go, shoo... find another to pester."
A symphony begins, seemingly for this moment of crickets, toads and other buzzing unseen things. She hears the melody begin it's rhythm slowly at first, and without a director progress to such beauty. Ah yes she remembers how her song was stolen and later published by a well known author and the pain that caused her. The song she wrote from the heart in no less time than it takes to cook a 15 minute meal. She truly believed she got the song from above for it flowed so naturally, so beautifully but with such richness yet so haunting.
"But you know God, I learned confidence from that, that i'm worthy, my art is worthy. And now so many people are listening to my song. Oh I know I wrote it and it doesn't matter much to me if they know I did or not. Just knowing they are enjoying it is what is important." The busy mosquito spins and buzzes around her. She sets what is left of her Chammomile tea with honey down on the rail next to her porch swing which is nearly worn of paint. The busy guy settles on it's rim and she sits and watches.
"Your so tiny but what a nuisance you can be. You remind me of my ownself. So mis-understood, pushed away, wanting attention, wanting love, wanting acceptance. Most people would even call you down right annoying! Here, have some sweets... there, there you go... i'm surprised your not feeding off me." she whispers to the busy mosquito. He too whispers back; " I am, I am from your love."
He goes on to tell her how important he is, how loving he is and how his life is worthy and how all his family has been wiped out by a strange and mysterious disease. He is alone. Once a father, a husband and uncle and now roaming the world searching for surivors. His kindred kind.
So now the two sit together as the sun finally falls to sleep and the moon rises. She watches it and how it reminds her of all the times she became annoyed by the little nuisances in her life and what a ruckuss she made of things. But in this moment with her love, acceptance and wisdom... she embraced the busy mosquito. For what is life without it? When, in your fading sun what will you remember and cherish? What will you have become? The two sat together until the night embraced her land like a lover. Grabbing her cane she gently lifted up out of the swinging chair and went inside to jot down her thoughts on the internet.
"A soul has a thousand faces but only one purpose."..said the Mosquito. She smiled .... "Well Mosquito,yes your so right but never forget that youth is eternal for when one keeps love in their hearts, you never truly grow old..." She set her cup of tea aside just as she heard the tiny buzzing sound of his wings disappear out the hole in the screen.
And so she wrote...
Wind~
In the eternal efference of love we have no limitation nor are our wings broken. We are not severed for we soar as clouds, birds that are larger than your own lives. From the view of our own heaven we look down and reach, with tender care those that still suffer, still worry and that are lost. We reach out and guard.
Yet, you do not feel us most of the time,the simple breeze that flows through your skin; giving rise to those things living within you. Like a gentle and fading sunset we watch and send you love. We notice your distance and know in your solitude who you ask for and need, and so we are there.
And in your silence you pray and ask for a sign. We try so hard to give those signs to you. A song on the radio, a billboard advertisment, the seemingly babble of a two year old. Do you listen? Do you see which direction the birds fly or are they only sitting on the wire? We try through your dreams and friends ...but mostly it is through the strangers among you that answer.
He may be the homeless, the man you meet on the subway or giving up his space in the line you only just then arrived in. You walk away so many times from our signs. Blind. So blind. We can only show you what you are ready to see. What you are ready for. So you pray for peace, you pray about your own limitations.
"Show me a sign!" Know we do and have always been there. But when the cloud of doubt reigns within your being, how can you see the trees? How then, can you see yourself as eternal and free like the clouds, the birds and even the sea?
How can you know that love is never lost, it is with you always, for you my friends .... are eternal. The beating heart will never cease.
Enough for now,
Wind~
Strength-Building Exersise:
"Your New Truths"
The situation you're facing now is an opportunity for you to challange hidden feelings of worthlesness or incompetence that often surface when someone is in the throes of a crisis. In part of this exercise, I want you to write down any negative thoughts you have about yourself, determine where these messages came from, and gather evidence to refute them one by one.
For example, if you think you lack the energy to fight the battle you now have to fight, you might trace your lack of confidence in yourself to a teacher who used to tell you, "Your lazy." Now write down an instance in your life today that disproves this judgment and shows it's no longer true, for instance how hard you worked to complete a recent project or how much effort you put into activities with your children.
It may be some humiliating experience you had a child, or a cutting remark, that has left a permanent scar, or breaking a family heriloom when you were trying to help with the housework, being rejected for the sports team you had your heart set on joining, having your classmates make fun of you because you were going through and awkward stage.
You might also have grown up in an emotionally unstable home or lost a parent at an early age, leaving you especially fearful of abandonment by a loved one. As a result of these experiences or the derogatory messages you received as a child, you might be telling yourself all kinds of negative things now that the fabric of your life as been ruptured in some way:
* I don't have any luck
* I can't do anything right
* I don't have what it takes
* I can't live without him/her
* I don't deserve to be happy
REFUTE these messages with examples that show they're untrue such as an occasion when you had good luck, things you did right, tests of skill or courage that you passed, areas of your life where you are able to function on your own and derive satisfaction, qualities you have that make you a worthy person.
In other words, counteract these negative messages with positive ones you've received over the years. These are some questions to help you formulate a body of uplifting new truths about yourself that will transform your victim mentality into the outlook of a survivor:
* Did anyone ever make you feel special? What did that person find special about you?
* When did you realize you were good at something? What talents do you have?
* How much of any success you've had, do you attribute it to "luck"? How much to "yourself"?
* What have you done that you're most proud of?
* Who made you feel loved? How did they do that? What did they say?
However you phrase your new truths-I can handle this, I am in control, I have strength and confidence-Believe in them as absolutes and repeat them to yourself habitually. They will make you aware that you have everything you need to get through your situation and benefit from it in the long run.
My blog posts will be differant and will range from learning how to do numerology, Psychic 101, trusting intuition, Cleansing and Grounding among other topics!
So come blog and share with us your own stories, encounters of Angels or Spirits, Ghosts, UFO's or how you're feeling today.
We can ALL learn from one another:)
God Bless and Thanks for blogging by!
WindFire~