Sweetening Judgement

Today is an 8 day!

Today is the 17th, an 8 day. You always break the numbers down to a single digit 1 + 7=8.

The number 8 is about financial security. For years, I have put an 8 in my wallet to promote prosperity. All you have to do is print out or write the number 8 on a piece of paper, put it in your wallet and forget about it. Watch as money comes in when you least expect it. 
This lets the universe know that you are ready for more financial prosperity in your life.

What is 2011 in Numerology?

I began my Keen career in 2001 as a tarot reader and psychic. So many things have changed throughout the years and so has my reading abilities. Several years ago, I began studying Numerology. I have always been very fascinated with numbers and when I was little I started memorizing license plates and other things. I decided it was time to start doing something with it so there began my career as a Numerologist.

I use numbers in everyday life and a lot of what I do will depend on what day of the week it is. I look at the numbers when traveling or making a date for surgery. I'd like to share a little more with you to help you with making decisions so I've decided to share it in blogging. For the first entry, I've decided to use an excerpt from one of my favorite numerologist. I will follow up each day with my own interpretation of what each number 1-9 means to you.

What Is 2011 In Numerology?

In Numerology, the Number of the New Year is called the World Number. How you find it is you break the year down to a single digit. Before you break it down to the single digit, you also want to look at each number in the year and how the Numbers are laid out.

In 2011, the 2 is about love, peace, harmony and coming together. The 0 represents divine intuition. If you trust your intuition, it will not fail you in the year 2011. The Double 1 is like a spiritual doorway, and if you look at the 11, it looks like something you could walk through. The question then becomes, what door do you want to walk through in this New Year Cycle 2011?

When you break down the Numbers 2011(2+0+1+1 =4), it becomes a 4. The 4 is all about the truth. It means anybody out there who has been hiding, or keeping a secret will be revealed. It is the year where people will see things for what they really are, instead of being deceived. I say to everyone out there, if you have not been living with integrity, be prepared to have to come clean in the New Year.

The other thing about the World Number 4 is it encourages you to learn. Maybe you have a job that you don't like, but there is a dream career you want, and yet there are certain skills you don't have. This is the year to learn them.

It is the year to take a class, whether it is online or a class you attend in person. Maybe you have always wanted to write a book, then it is time to take a creative writing class. Perhaps you want to be more physically fit, then this is the year for you to join a gym. I suggest you write down what your plans are in the month of January. What is it you want to achieve? In the Year of 4, anything is possible!

What is January In Numerology?

January (1) is a 1-month, and the 1 means you will feel it is time for change deep in your soul.  Each big decision you make and act on in this month will set the stage for your New Year. You will start to feel stronger than ever. If in December, you felt you couldn't make any solid decisions, now is the time. The fog has lifted. Happy New Year!

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Thanksgiving Blessings!

Hi everyone,

Its been a while since my last blog, but I wanted to take the time to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving.

I also want to let you know that after the holidays, I will be posting a schedule of my availability. Hopefully, this will make it more convenient for some of you. I also plan to blog more and I will be adding Numerology to my readings. I have found Numerology to be so precise in determining others thoughts, actions and intent therefore, make readings more accurate. I'm sure you will agree.

Until then, be safe if you have to travel, and don't eat too much. I know I will!
Blessings,
Ms Rhea

When Friends Become Family

I've heard my friend Linda comment numerous times, "Sometimes its good to be an only child". I never could understand and often felt sorry that she didn't have a brother or sister. Being the oldest of three, I was always the responsible one and of course, the caretaker. This role kept me busy for 40 years. For the first time in my life there is no one to take care of, I feel lost. Chris is 14 years old now and is so independent. Of course, I take care of the essentials like food, shelter, laundry, etc., all he wants is money and friends. I really took it hard when he kindly let me know that it wasn't "cool" to be seen at the mall with your mom. I had to ask my friends with older kids if this was true, apparently it is. He is going through that stage where he is embarassed of everything. Guess, I'll stay home. lol

Most everyone who knows me is aware of the bond I shared with my dad. He taught me over and over that family sticks up for family. I thought that was drilled in all of us kids, but apparently my brothers were out playing that day he handed out that lesson. I wish my dad were here and I could ask him what he taught the boys because apparently it wasn't the same things he taught me. I guess dad thought that boys just knew how to act with girls, like it was some kind of instinct. He figured he'd have to inform me of men so he could protect me. Ever since I can remember, my dad was the love guru. You could walk up to anyone he knew and they would tell you he gave them the best advice they ever had. Dad was always right and he taught me well. Too bad for the boys, because I'm watching them do things that would have daddy tumbling right now. If he were here, I know what he'd do, he would say "Son, c'mon its time for me and you to take a little ride" and he would give them "the talk".

I'm never one to be in anyones business and I've labored over some of the things I've seen but when my brothers girlfriend tells me my brother is a SOB, then I'm not happy. My other brother heard it too and he said if I didn't tell him he would. Boy, did I learn from that one and being a psychic I sure didn't tune in to see what would happen next. That girl told him she didn't say that and we must have misunderstood. Well...he believed her. Kinda put a wedge in all of our relationships but big brother said he just didn't want to see the truth. I know he's right so I accepted the fact that my brother is really insecure and just don't want to be alone, so I let it go.

Knowing my older brother would never do anything like that, I had faith that if we ever had any issues, I could count on him to see the truth. So, what did he do? Go out and find a girl who did the same thing and she wouldn't speak the truth if her tongue was notarized. She has him so out of his mind that he don't know if he is coming or going. I've never seen anything like it in my life. Remember, dad said family stood up for family. When dad was dating if a woman couldn't accept his kids, he just said "NEXT!". Now, I'm not saying that's the right attitude for everybody who dates, but dad did it because our mother was never emotionally available. He put his kids first and I grew up thinking that is what all dads did. God, was I in for a shock when my ex "walked away" from our son and hasn't seen him in about 8 years.

I have finally come to the conclusion that family is not what I thought it was. I guess dad, my son and I had our own family. Now that dad is no longer with us in the physical world, I am making this adventure my lesson too. I am taking this golden opportunity to teach my son how important love is but if you can't have a woman who will let you be with the family you love (or vice versa) then something is not right. Falling in love does not require you sacrifice anything that makes you happy. I take time to show him relationships our friends and their families have and then sometimes your friends become your family. Who said family has to share the same blood line? Empress Tarot is the sister I never had and thank God she has sisters cause that gives me more family too.

I love my friends and they have comforted me through some difficult times the past few years. I don't know where I would be without their love and support. I love my biological family but doesn't it seem they are always the ones who hurt you the most? Today, I caught myself thinking about Linda being an only child. Even though I feel like that right now, I'm not. I wouldn't trade my brothers for nothing in this world but until they came out of the trance they are in, I'm staying away. Perhaps my brother said it best when he said he thought his girlfriend had a problem with me since I'm a psychic and I could "see" what she's up to. Yeah, I hope you caught that cause yes, he knows what she's up too as well, but he's willing to put up with it. Guess it don't take a psychic to figure out what those girls are up to but I love my brothers. This is their lesson and their personal growth. I can't do the work for them but I'll be here to pick up the pieces when everything falls.

I have to admit, the drama made me very sad. I kept thinking if only my dad was here and I refuse to let that stop me get my answers. In a moment of my darkest despair, I got quiet and asked daddy what would he say if he were here and I heard him loud and clear "Gotta let them go, Sis, and let them do their own thing. They gotta get hurt so they can figure it out". Well, the love guru spoke and he's always right. I'm still listening and I understand. Isn't it through hurt that we learn our deepest lessons? That is what has made me who I am today and even though we don't understand why at the time, eventually we see the light. One day those boys will come back around but until then I still have my dad and friends as my family.

Peace & xoxo,

Rhea

You are not connected to the Internet!

For the past six months I have had problems with my broadband internet service. The first time I called my ISP, I explained the situation and they said the problem was with my router and it needed to be replaced. Well, not knowing any better, I go out and buy new equipment for our computers. What an expensive headache but I was willing to do anything to get back online. I should have known better because that didn't work. The next time it was my wiring inside, the next time it was my wiring outside, the next time it was a cable needed to be buried. After all of that, it was suggested I upgrade from 10.0 to 20.0 and get a better signal because it was low. Ok, done. Didn't make any difference, unfortunately.

Then there was another time. I waited 13 hours for a technician and no one showed up. I wasn't happy so I called the company to see what was wrong. I was told someone came to my house but I wasn't home. Nope, I have a 140 lb. dog whose bark is as big as he is. He can sniff someone coming in the driveway and starts alerting me when someone is on the premises. By this time, I am furious because no one knows what is wrong and they're just guessing. I have seen every technican the company has and I've talked to everyone who can use a phone. I've been told to press 1 for cable instead of 2 for internet when my internet is down. What the heck? The last person I spoke to was positive my modem had a short in it and it was about to catch my house on fire. Good Lord, I've heard it all so the people bring me a new modem and swear my problem is over. Guess what? Never! I called back the next day and they put a 3 day monitor on my service but until then I just have to deal with intermittent internet service or no service at all. It seems it comes and goes as the wind blows.  

After the three days with no service, I call the company again because my phone and tv are starting to go off for no reason. I have a package deal, tv, internet and phone. I could hardly believe it when I'm trying to place a call with them and the call is dropped. When I finally speak to a live person I'm told they are sending a qualified internet technician out to my house because the other guys who came to my house were "just installers" and didn't have internet experience. Well, I'm ready to call the president of this company. But, before I can reach for the phone, one of the "installers" is at my door. He don't know why he is here but he shows up, pulls out my office equipment and book shelves from the wall and goes outside to sit with his head in his hands. Yeah, that's how I feel too but....the guy left and never put my furniture back in place. I am about to go crazy by this point and just decide I'm going to bed.

Today, a qualified and experienced internet technican comes to my door. When he tells me he is aware of my problem and recites everything I have repeated to others for 6 months, I am sure he is a messenger of God. He says they know what the problem is, explains it to me in detail and I understand everything he says. He explains there is nothing he can do today but everything will be corrected when I wake up in the morning. I ask why did I go through all the things I have to get help and he explains just what I thought. The people I talked to didn't take me seriously because most issues come from within the home and the installers "try" to get people back online. He said they guess at everything due to a process of elimination. I am speechless and I am tired. I can't believe my bill is $200 month and I pay it when they want it or I don't get service. I'm not getting it anyway and now that they all know there really is a problem, they offer me a month free of service. Now they are trying to help me. I guess I should be happy about that but....

The result of not being connected to the internet or having phone service is intermittent  interaction with Keen customers. For all of those whom I didn't get to explain why I haven't known you were on callback or why I didn't return your email message, I felt a need to explain. Some people have been really rude and upset thinking I was ignoring them. I know how you feel because I felt that way with the company I have been dealing with. Funny how everything trickles on down. I apologize.

So, here's hoping the messenger of God that showed up at my door today knows what he is talking about and I have full blown communication tomorrow and from here on out. Here's hoping that when I hit send this blog will go where it is intended. If not...

Stay Tuned!

 

Everything is Divine!

A couple of months ago my brother and I were talking about how different it would be for both of us when he returned to work. That week, just out of the blue, I received calls from 4 friends I hadn't heard from in 10 years or more. I told my brother I couldn't believe it and he said "God and daddy know I'm getting ready to go back to work, you'll need those friends". It had been eight months since he came to my home town for an simple outpatient procedure and ended up in intensive care. My brother is a 43 year old man who had never been sick a day in his life. He worked over 100+ hours a week to support his family and to give them anything they wanted. He ended up with a colostomy and absolutely no support from his family so I went through the teachings with him, cleaned him and took care of him like a like a baby. One night while my brother was in such bad pain, he said our dad was sitting in the chair beside of him, smiling at him. I later reminded him of it and he was stunned. He didn't remember it but we both knew he was really there.

After thinking about it, we believe that our dad did a little "bargaining" when his end of life was near. We imagine a conversation between him and God and can hear daddy say "OK, I'll go, but you have to help my baby girl while I'm gone, she will need someone. I want my son to know what happiness is and have a chance to experience it. I will go to give them life". That's exactly what happened too. My brother came to me and we helped each other. He grew stronger with his health and was able to have the colostomy reversed 4 months after he received it. He is doing better than anyone imagined. We both grew stronger from the situation and now we're ready to go back out on our own. Well almost - my brother filed for a divorce the week he went back to work. He is the happiest he has ever been in his life. He works out of town during the week and is at my home on the weekends until his transition is over. I am happy too. I found out my college roommate and best friend whom I had lost contact with over the years worked in the family court. Had my brother not been at the court house, I would have never known. She has been a rock and constant presence in our life and it feels like we've never been apart. She just came out of a long term engagement so we're all looking forward to making new memories. We thank God for being back in each others life and know there is a reason. As a matter of fact, we're making plans for Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays. Boy, won't it be different this year? Last year, my brother was in intensive care on Thanksgiving day. This year, he will be at the head of my table (sitting next to daddy, of course) and all around will be our kids, my best friend and her kids. All three of us are in different stages in our lives and we're holding each others hand through it all. I am amazed! I don't even bother trying to figure it out, its perfect, Everything is Divine!  Thank you God, thank you Daddy.

 

 

 

  

 

Turning a New Leaf

Summer is right around the corner! Where has the time gone? It's been a while since I've blogged but I've been so busy, I just haven't had the time. I would like to blog every day but we'll see...

It's been six months since my brother Tim got sick and I'm glad to say that he is doing much better. We have been going to the Cleveland Clinic every month since December 07 for him to have a surgery and stay a week. It's hard to believe all this all happened to him over an out-patient procedure. The local doctor tried to kill him and we're not happy. If it weren't for the doctors at Cleveland Clinic and their expertise, I don't know where we would be today. I get so emotional thanking his doctor because there are not words that can adequately express my gratitude. Cleveland Clinic is the greatest place in the world to be for an illness. My brother and I are 11 months and 11 days apart in age so we grew up like twins. There isn't one childhood memory that he isn't involved in and I thank God for him.

I've also been busy trying to catch up with readings and I've fallen somewhat behind with my private clients, website and Keen. I apologize for the sporatic schedule but when school goes out at the end of this month, I plan to work more daytime hours on Keen. I am also accepting appointments as well as callbacks. Over the past few months, I have been working with a John Edward seminar. I really like him and James Van Praagh. Thank God for them as they have paved the way for us. I also met Syliva Browne. Besides being a psychic, people don't know how entertaining she is unless you have experienced being around her. I never laughed so hard in my life. 

When I find myself with a few extra moments I catch up on world events so I stay informed. This world is changing one day at a time and its time for everyone to wake up and take notice. Now is the time for everyone to get in touch with their core. We wake up daily to news of earthquakes, tornadoes, fires, floods and just about anything else. I looked through some pictures of the devastation from the earthquake in China and couldn't believe what I was seeing. How can life be so different where on one side of the world people are living without a care in the world and on the other side people are trying to survive day to day?  Not only do we need to pray for the people who are left behind but also pray for the souls who have gone on. They have filled some big shoes with their role on earth and we need to appreciate it. 

That brings me to my role on this earth. I am so blessed to be a Lightworker, healer and intuitive. I really don't like the term "psychic" as it conjurs up negative images for some but nontheless, it is what it is. I take this role with honor, pride and dignity. If I can enlighten just one person a day, I have done what God wants me to do. If I can enlighten many more, I am that more happier.  This is not just a one way street. I believe every person we encounter is for a reason. I have been blessed many times by the people I read for and I am eternally grateful for that. There is nothing like the feeling of knowing you've helped someone and without them even knowing it, they have blessed you in return with something they said. That is a true calling for all.

While I would like to say that every day is a blessing for all, it is not. For the first time in 7 years of working on Keen, I am wondering if this is the platform I am supposed to be on. Over the past month, I have been called names and talked to in a manner that no one should be talked to. I know times are hard, people are losing homes and credit card debt is higher than ever. I recognize and understand the frustration of clients who call many psychics and at the end of the month they have a credit card bill higher than what it costs to live. I do not want to aid anyone in debt and be a target for it. For several reasons I have decided to make several changes in how I run my Keen business. As most don't realize, this is a personal business and we use Keen's website as a platform for a number of things. We pay a high price for this service and a lot of people are not on Keen for the money but maybe some are. Many readers have personal websites and don't give half their earnings away but then again, they don't reach the masses that Keen does. I am very appreciative of the opportunity that Keen has given me to be able to work from my home and be a caregiver for my family. The Keen website provides a great accounting system for self-employment and taxes. While many changes have been made throughout the years some things have remained the same. Everyone has responsibility. I am about to take more than ever as evident in the following guidelines.

Reading Guidelines for Ms Rhea

1. Please do not call me if you have had a reading with any other advisor within 24 hours.

Many people do not realize that energy can be carried from one person to another.  I work hard to ground myself and meditate. If someone brings negative energy to me, it interferes in the reading. 

2. Please be respectful

I would not let my family, friends or enemy talk bad to me and I won't let someone because they are paying me. There isn't enough money to put up with that. From now on I will be blocking people who are rude or challenging so if you find yourself blocked there is a reason why. Let's just both move on.

I appreciate proper phone etiquette. If you would like to end the call, please say so instead of hanging up leaving me wondering if we were disconnected or what happened. I usually have to learn on my own this is ones way of saying goodbye, however, if any of us held a job in a professional business with that kind of behavior we wouldn't work for long. Negative energy is not worth wasting my time or yours.

3. Predictions

While no one is 100% accurate, every one wants to find a reader who nails everything. Some times that happens. It's happened to me and there aren't many prouder moments than having someone validate what God has bestowed upon both of us. I am not some superhuman who knows it all. If I were, I woud have won the lottery by now and moved next to the Clooney's so when George comes home I could oogle him in my spare time.

There are times when readers hit every detail and there are times they don't. Sometimes we are not supposed to know everything and neither are you. Please be respectful of the way Spirit works and don't shoot the messenger. If I have been accurate for you many times over, please do not leave negative feedback that no predictions come true. We both know better and that doesn't benefit anybody even if you're upset at the time. I would be more appreciative of an email that expressed my reading details so I can pray about it. Everything happens for a reason and what comes out of my mouth comes through me NOT from me. Believe me, it bothers me when I know timing is the issue and you're ready to see things happen now and it is not happening. The best advice I can give is when my readings no longer serve your purpose, please choose another reader. It is possible that we are both supposed to move on.

Finally, if you find what I am telling you hard to believe, please find another way to express it instead of challenging me that it will never happen. I have no reason to lie about any reading I give, some might, I don't. I believe in karma and what goes around comes around. I would not take that responsibility for anyone.  

4. Timing

This is a biggie. Everybody wants to know when. I understand, I do too. I will gladly tell you if I receive a time frame and it might be 2 days, 2 weeks, 2 months or 2:00. It might be 3:02 p.m. I am a numerologist and I see numbers when I read. I consider this a gift. However, there are times I may give you a time and you "choose" when it will be. It doesn't work that way. Just write down the 2 and let it go. If you're not holding on to it so tight, it will happen sooner than later. Besides, I am a firm believer that everything happens in its divine time and I appreciate that. There are many times we find ourselves past a certain situation and we're glad we didn't get what we asked for.

5. Please spend what you can afford.

I am not about to tell anyone how to spend their money, however, there are times the expense of calls end up being a bigger problem than the original situation. I do not want you to find yourself in that position and feel bad if you struggle. Readings should be used as a guide, a tool, not a replacement for your own intuition or gut feelings. We all need someone to talk a problem through during a difficult time and I'm glad to be available for that but there may be times you need to take a break. It's ok, I hope to be here for you when you're ready to get things back on track.

Finally, it is my pleasure to walk this wonderful path of life with you. If I have read for you, there is reason and I thank you for allowing me the opportunity, even if it didn't work out the way it was intended. To my faithful, repeat clients, I can never thank you enough for the trust you have given me to share the most important details of your life with. I feel that I know you personally and I think of you and pray for you often during my daily routines. I don't forget about anybody just because we hang up the phone. Destiny may never allow any of us to meet face to face, but you just might just be one of the Five People I Meet in Heaven* 

Wishing you true happiness, prosperity and blessings,

Rhea

* If you haven't seen the movie or read the book, The Five People You Meet in Heaven, please do yourself a huge favor and don't waste any more time. It has changed my life and the way I look at every person I encounter. I think it will do the same for you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Memory of Dad

All through the year I have asked myself

how do I make it without you

One month, eight months and now one year of life

without my best friend.

Condolences from all, who say in time, my heart will mend

but they don't know for us there is no end.

 

You were the one who taught me about unconditional love

you stood by my side no matter what,

you now look at me from above

as I long for your scent by holding your clothes

and as I sob I can hear your spirit telling me "no more crying"

in the tone only a daddy has.

 

You remind me that you are closer to me now than ever

and boundaries only exist in mans world

While you ask the angel "will it always be this way?"

She reminds you I can neither hear or see you now, but in time I will.

Now I walk the rest of my journey with a flicker of light

that used to fill up a room when we walked in together.

Count Your Blessings!

Several weeks ago, I decided my son & I needed a different routine for Thanksgiving this year. It would be the first one without my dad sitting at the head of the table and I just didn't want to do it. I wasn't boycotting Thanksgiving but just wanted something different. I threw the idea out to my younger brother and mother about having ham sandwiches at my home, watching Christmas movies and decorating the trees. You would have thought I asked them for a million dollars. I heard how dad wouldn't have wanted me to be that way, blah blah. I know my dad better than anybody. Last year he told me he didn't care if we had  fried chicken, soup beans and potato salad instead of turkey and the trimmings. So, I knew my dad wouldn't care if I didn't want to sit down at the table, all he wanted was for everyone to be together.

As fate would have it, my older brother Tim was scheduled to have a minor out-patient surgery near my home, the week of Thanksgiving. We never got to spend Thanksgiving with him since he lives 125 miles away and he usually works on holidays. I started thinking if Tim were here during Thanksgiving then I would sit down at the table for a dinner. I felt my dad had sent Tim to sit in his empty chair so we could have dinner together.

I took Tim to the hospital on Friday for his surgery. Everything went well and we were back home by dinner time. I helped him with post-operative instructions and when things didn't seem right I would call the doctor's office. I was told that all the swelling, sweating, and freezing was consistent with the body's reaction to surgery. OK, I took that. I also took care of my dad for 9 years so I know when something doesn't look right.

A couple of days go by and Tim's pain became more severe. There is a phone number on the discharge instructions that if you have any questions after hours or weekend, call this number xxx-xxxx. I called the doctor at 1:00 a.m.  He wasn't happy and said if it was bad enough to wake him up at that time of the morning then it was bad enough to go to the ER. Ok, I'm a little insulted but get over it and go back to the ER, our second trip in 3 days. We went through the same drill until lab results came back showing a severe infection. My brother was immediately wheeled into surgery. 

After surgery the doctor came to me and thanked me for bringing Tim in when I did. He said it potentially saved his life. The infection had spread in his abdomen and pelvis area affecting the performance of all his organs. The doctor decided my brother should be put in Intensive Care to be closely monitored as the outcome could go one way or another. The first 24-48 hours were critical. 

Here I sit the first 12 hours after surgery. I just came back from visiting him in Intensive Care; he looks good. On the way home my mother said "Well just look how things turned out, I guess we'll be having ham sandwiches tomorrow". Yeah, I thought, and we'll have dinner when Tim gets home from the hospital.

Who would have thought that this year I would be praying that my brother would be ok and just come back to my house for a sandwich or a dinner. I don't care what we do as long as we are together. All I know is I am counting my blessings tonight. We will spend the holidays together afterall, there will be no empty chair and my dad will get to see his son at the dinner table, something he wanted for many years.

I'm thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

Love, Rhea 

 

 

 

 

Passion & Purpose

 

Well, its time for another blog. I’m not one of those people who can sit down everyday and just start writing about random things. I sure envy that gift. If I write a blog, something is probably on my mind. Perhaps that is why my blogs tend to be lengthy. I guess there is something to that. 

 

The past week or two has me thinking about lots of things. One of those things is life purpose. While we all wonder what our life purpose is every now and then, it may be time for more thought. As a numerologist, I know that we are in a 9 year and this means we are completing the past nine year cycle where things will be coming to an end of the way we have always known them. This certainly rings true for me with the loss of my dad and more recently my grandfather. They were both born on September 10. Ever since I can remember I have celebrated that day with the two most important men in my life. This year I will still celebrate their lives, it will just be different. It’s certainly not what I want, but obviously God has a plan and purpose for me. I will see what that is as 2008 begins with a 1 year, which is new beginnings.

 

Another year also means another year older. Hmm…I am definitely getting older and my younger brother reminded me of it this weekend. For the new school year my son decided to join the football team. Well, I don’t know much about sports but I like to watch and I’m always willing to learn. My younger brother is all excited that his nephew is following in his footsteps and offers to go to the sport shop with me to pick out things my son will need. (My brother is single, with no kids; he needs something to do in his spare time, lol) While we are at Dick’s Sporting Goods picking out pads, cups and guards for my son I make the comment that sports are rough. My brother, being a tri-athlete and professional motorcycle rider looks up at me and says “ya think?”. I don’t know what half the things are he is picking up and it obviously shows on my face. He says, “You really don’t know anything about this, do you? Where were you when I was playing football?”. Well, uh, I certainly wasn’t watching him get dressed to see where everything goes. I wasn’t in the locker room with Peyton Manning and teammates when they were getting dressed for that Colts vs. Bengals pre-season game we saw in Cincinnati this weekend, but that is a good thought. Talk about remote viewing, ha. Anyway... 

 

That is just the beginning. The whole weekend I’m having the blondest moments. I don’t know what I’m doing myself and my brother says disappointingly, “Sis, you’re losing it in your old age”. Mind you, I am 9 years older than he is and I can slap him down real good but I just smile because he has some valid points. It really hits home when my family gets together for the holiday and they’re talking about things in their daily life that are completely foreign to me. Where have I been for so long? I used to know something about everything and now they’re all talking about things I’ve never heard of. After everybody leaves, I start to feel bad. I start thinking about all their exciting interests and then I thought about mine. What is my purpose? What am I passionate about? Am I living life to the fullest?

 

For the past 10 years, my interest has been family and spirituality. Hmm..those are pretty good things to be interested in. While my family is out doing their thing, they call me for anything they need, because I’m always there for them. That should count for something. Nah, I don’t go to the Bahamas 4-5 times a year like I used to but things have changed. I’m now a single mom with a pre-teen son who doesn’t have enough time to slow down. It’s ok. I love my life. I love my job, I love my spiritual studies. I love the fact that I am known in my community and other communities for that matter, for helping others. I can’t think of anything else I would rather do with my life. I began to examine my life and my passion is and always has been, helping people. I've always said you have to enjoy what you do to be good at it. Sure, I don’t know about heavy equipment, sports, new gadgets, and I’ve even lost some fashion sense but I’ve got a whole lot more in my life than that. I have passion and purpose. I feel satisfied.  Well, at least for a while.  

 

That lasted until I got locked out of the house and car this morning. On the way out to take my son to school, my hands full with trash bags, the door closes behind us and I get that dreaded ache in my stomach. I look at my son and ask if he has the keys. His eyes get big and I know what that means. The keys are on the inside and we’re outside. I sit down on the porch and start thinking about what family member to call for help then I re-think it. They wouldn’t know what to do if I asked them for help so I call the good ole AAA guy. He’s here about 30 minutes and tells me he locked himself out last week too and had to call another AAA person. For some reason, I don’t feel so bad. He finally gets the door unlocked and I’m able to get my son off to school without being tardy. On my way home, I notice I have the only trash cans sitting out by the road. What the heck? It is trash day, isn’t it? Nope, I can only laugh as I take the trash cans back to their usual location and head back inside. It sounds like the makings of a good day, eh? I know what I won’t be talking about with family next holiday. Today alone would really worry them, lol.  It sure is good to be home but I know it won’t be long until one of them will call because they need me. I love it! It makes me feel good because that is my passion and purpose.  

 

 

Introducing Serena!

Hi everyone,

I wanted to take a few minutes to introduce you to Serena Slone. Serena is new to Keen but not new to readings. She has been reading professionally for many years and has decided to join Keen's platform to expand her client base. I have known Serena for many years and her readings are accurate, clear and precise. I invite you to check out her Keen page at www.keen.com/SERENA+SLONE. You can say hello or get a good reading. Oh, be sure to tell her that Rhea sent you!  :)

 

Out of the Ordinary

I had an interesting weekend to say the least. It began with my son's birthday on Friday, July 6th. He is 12 years old going on 18. How could time go by that fast? It seems like yesterday he was a baby. Now he thinks I don't need to tell him what to do because he is all grown up. He thinks it should be ok that he stays up as long as he wants, blah blah blah. Now I know what everybody means when they talk about teenagers driving you crazy. That's ok, I'm enjoying the time while I have it. He is a good kid and I'm lucky.

On Saturday, my brother took my son out for a movie and then on to watch motorcyle races. I knew they would be gone all day so it gave me with an opportunity to visit with old friends and meet new friends. My friend Patti has a metaphysical shop in our town and she was hosting Heidi Wyrick and her family for the weekend. Heidi Wyrick is the young girl who saw a ghost named Mr. Gordy in their home. The Discovery channel made a documentary/movie about it, its called A Haunting in Georgia. I bet I've seen that show a hundred times so I felt like I knew Heidi and her mom Lisa. We all had a wonderful time getting to know each other and when the evening came to a close they asked that I stay and spend some more time with them. The first thing I did was thank Lisa for believing Heidi saw things. So many times, parents dismiss what their children say and explain it to be imaginary friends.  

Heidi and I talked about seeing things when we were small and being afraid to tell for fear no one would believe us. Her story is told in a new book called The Veil, Heidi Wyricks's Story. While Heidi's family experienced something more traumatic and unusual than most who come in contact with those who have passed, Heidi said she felt the need to tell her story because there were other people like her. She knows how difficult it is to see the deceased  and she hopes her experiences will help someone else.

My first experience came when my dad's mom passed away. I was 6 years old. At that time, families didn't go to funeral homes, they brought the deceased to the home for viewing. We lived in the home and I remember being afraid. I couldn't go to sleep so I got up to go to the restroom and when I passed the furnace, there stood my grandmother. She wasn't looking at me, she was looking down. She always stood there to warm up because she was cold all the time. Naturally, I was scared to death and went to my parents room. My mom became real upset and told me I shouldn't say things like that because I would make other people feel bad. My dad didn't say anything he just looked at me like he couldn't believe what I just said. He got up and walked me back to my bed and explained that my grandmother loved me more than anything in the world and she would never hurt me. It wasn't until I started doing my work that my dad revealed to me he saw his mom too. 

Since my dad passed, I have been pursued constantly with requests for medium readings. Coincidence? I don't know, my dad is probably over there telling them all to talk to his little girl. I'm taking a break because there is nothing more delicate than someone in grief. I know. I will only do it when I feel the calling and when I have an hour or so to meditate and connect before the reading. Being a medium is a HUGE responsibility and should only be done by someone who is confident in their ability and who want to use it to help and heal others.

These experiences have helped me with my own son. When he was little he had an special friend named Jeffery. Jeffery was someone that only he could see. I always encouraged my son to tell me what Jeffery was doing so when he rolled marbles and woke my son up, he always came to tell me about it. I made sure he knew that he could always come to me if Jeffery scared him or done anything he shouldn't. In the meantime, I worked with sending Jeffery on to the light. My son doesn't talk about Jeffery anymore. I happened to ask him a couple of weeks ago if he had seen Jeffery lately. He said no, Jeffery had decided to move on.   

God Bless

 

 

 

Is that you?

Yes, that is me in the new picture. I don't think I ever changed my picture since I began Keen. I kept waiting for the day I would get a professional shot made, perhaps in black and white. I avoid cameras since I put on weight and thought I'd have a good picture made when I got skinny. Hello? Finally, I got tired of looking at that old picture everywhere and asked my son to take a picture of me with his cell phone. Now that is desperate! lol  Ah..the picture is ok and it will do for now but when I look at the picture I see how tired I was at the time. It will just give me something new to focus on, getting some rest and focus on losing some weight! 

Don't Forget to Pray

Perhaps, for some people,
the reason prayer works
is because God is mute
and doesn't give advice
or try to fix things.
He just listens
and lets you work it out for yourself.

-- Author unknown

Here's Your Sign

 

A couple of weeks ago I took my son to school, returned home and threw myself across the bed. Here I am, I thought, all alone. For 10+ years I didn’t know what the feeling of being alone was like. I always had my dad and son to focus on. Things were so different now and change is hard. I began to cry uncontrollably. I miss my dad. My son is growing older and he is now experiencing pre-teen independence. What do I do with myself? I started pleading with God, angels, daddy, spirit guides, and the whole universe. Can’t I get a sign or anything that can make me feel better? Being drained emotionally, I kind of went into that place half-way between awake and asleep. My thoughts went to a day I’ll never forget. I’ll tell you the story and then return to present day below.

 

In 1992, a friend from high school called me up out of the blue and invited me out to dinner. We hadn’t seen each other for 10 years so I was excited about catching up with her. My younger brother was living with me at the time. It was also the time when cell phones came out. My brother must have been one of the first in our area to own one. No one had one and I thought a phone in the car was crazy. Nonetheless, he kept nagging me to take the phone so I took the dang phone and threw it in the backseat of the car. I drove the 30 miles to my destination trying to figure out why a person would need a phone in the car.

 

It was wonderful seeing my friend. We had such a good time talking and catching up I didn’t realize 6 hours had passed. It was 11:00 p.m. and time to go home. As I was driving down the road I came up behind a coal truck (in coal country there are more coal trucks on the road than cars).  I put on my signal to pass the truck when something fell off the side of the truck and I ran over it. Almost instantly I lost control of the car while it was jerking from one side of the road to the other. When I came to a stop I was stunned. I looked around the 4 lane road, it was pitch black, no street lights and the nearest house was miles away. My tire was ripped apart by a piece of metal. I started to panic and pray. Oh God, I thought, I have that phone in the backseat. The first number I dialed was my younger brother to say ‘come get me’. I rang the number several times, I knew he was home, but he wasn’t answering. After 15 minutes of trying I thought I’d call my oldest brother, he’ll come get me. Oh no, I thought, they always turn the ringer off the phone after 10:00 p.m. so the calls wouldn’t wake the baby. Something told me to try it anyway and my brother answered the phone. He said he got in late and they had forgotten to turn the ringer off. Thank you Lord! I told him where I was and he said to lock my doors and don’t open the door for anybody.

 

My brother arrived about 20 minutes later. He got the tools from his truck and retrieved my spare. He left his truck running so the head lights would enable him to see what he was doing. He bent down to work on the tire and I stood behind him. He said, ‘Now, you look everywhere and if you see someone coming say something’.  I thought that was a weird thing to say in the middle of nowhere and it pitch dark. We’d both see anybody who approached us! At that moment every nerve in my body started tingling and I heard a voice beside of us say “looks like someone has a flat, everything will be ok”. I jumped and my brother stood up to tell the man he was taking care of it. We were both looking at the man when he DISAPPEARED.  We stood there in shock knowing we both saw him disappear but still couldn’t believe it. Then I got a visual of the picture where the guardian angel is watching the two kids cross a bridge. When we were young we had the picture in our bedroom and I always told my brother that was us on the bridge and that was our guardian angel. All of the sudden it hit me, that man was a guardian angel. What else could it be? He sure didn’t look like the angel in the picture though. He looked like a vagabond with a stick and nap sack over his shoulder. There was something about his smile and eyes that made me feel like he was protecting us and we didn’t need to be scared. After my brother got the tire changed, I hugged him so tight and thanked him for rescuing me. When I arrived home, my younger brother was sitting up watching TV. I told him what happened and he swore the phone never rang. I told him I had changed my mind about the phone in the car and I went the next day to get one. Needless to say, little brother has never let me live that one down.

 

Now, to the rest of the story...

 

After I recalled the above encounter, I sat on the side of the bed and started to cry tears of gratitude and peace. That was an incredible experience, I thought, how could I ever feel alone? I saw a guardian angel.  How in the world could I push such a miracle to the back  of my mind. I started to think about other encounters through the years. I thought of all the times my dad has been by my side in the short time since he passed. I thought about the many quarters I gathered since my dad’s promise that he would send one every time he thought of me. A few moments later, I started feeling silly for acting the way I was. I guess I was feeling sorry for myself. I decided it was time to get up and get focused. I thought about cultivating positive thoughts no matter how difficult things got. I got dressed, walked into my office and you’ll never believe what was lying on the floor in front of my chair – a quarter. All of the sudden I heard that saying “Here’s your sign” by Bill Engvall. Yep, there was the sign I asked for during my moment of despair. I am not alone, I am blessed.