Charging station…

There are so many reasons why people read my blog. Some read it because they have known me since childhood and want to stay in the loop and see what’s new with me.

Others like my cooking and recipes. Some have found me through a couple of my friend’s blogs; Jon Katz’s Bedlam Farm Journal and Maria Wulf’s Fullmoon Fiber Art.

Through work, belly dancing, meditation, friends, and family, I have met some of my blog readers over the years.

It’s hard to believe my blog is almost two years old, which went very fast. I’ve only had writer’s block a few times and have become a better writer. It took me a while, in the beginning, to discover what type of writer I wanted to be or already was, for that matter.

Writing came naturally to me as if I had been doing it my whole life. I wanted to do it my entire life but didn’t. Why? Maybe out of fear, not having enough time raising my family, not feeling worthy enough to take that time for myself. Whatever the reason, I am just glad I started writing.

Thank you, Heather Z., for being the person who lit the fire under my ass when she wrote something on my Facebook page like, “Just start a blog already,” or similar. I listened to Heather and was so happy I did. I don’t always listen to people telling me what to do.

In the 21 months of writing, I’ve only touched on my spiritual gifts a handful of times. It’s not that I was afraid of scaring people away, but I wasn’t ready to share them with you yet.

The Harvest Full Moon we experienced was a powerful full moon for me. I’ve been “off” because of the new anxiety medication I was taking, but now it makes sense the moon had me going too.

It wasn’t until I looked at the full moon yesterday morning on our way to the Troy Market I realized how magnificent and incredibly beautiful it was. I took these photos on Route 279 at the exact time of the full moon. I didn’t find out about the time until I looked on my phone when it was going to occur. It was happening at that very moment! How cool!

For years I thought I only “got” my spiritual gifts in the last 23 years, but in all reality, I had them all along; I didn’t know it.

In 2003, I met my friend Everley when she came to belly dance class. I was drawn to Everley immediately. I noticed this very different and beautiful necklace that she made and was wearing. We both felt the connection right away. We were destined to meet; we both knew this early on.

Ev and I have met before in past lives; I figured out later, that beautiful necklace she was wearing was a clue or trigger for my soul to remember her by. Sound crazy? The only time Marty got a perm was when we met; the curly hair was my soul trigger for him. This is wacky; I know, but it’s 100 % true.

Everley became my healing and spiritual teacher and mentor. She trained me to be a Reiki Master, a Shaman, work with Angels, Spirit Guides, and Power Animals, do past life regressions and work with gemstones.

Finally, she made it clear to use my psychic abilities for only the good in all situations. While she was teaching and training me, throughout the process, we both found it amazing; I knew how to do it already.

When Everley was training in Shamanism and healing, while she was in class, I was downloading the information in my brain simultaneously, not knowing it.

We met with a few other women every Sunday night to meditate and learn how to “journey” through Native American practices and become Reiki practitioners.

It blew everyone away when Everley and another friend Bethany started to share what they learned in their Shamanism class called “Seeing with the heart,” I would tell them first what I learned the day before while at home. Very weird, but again, 100% true.

I found through this training I had known many of these things since childhood. Many of my fears, hunches, and knowledge were all legit.

The moment I had in the third grade, in Sister Cornelia’s religion class, when I suddenly felt a rush of overwhelming love and understood everything in the universe was enlightenment. I forgot it all when that moment was over. I have no idea how long it lasted, but I will never forget the feeling.

Enlightenment is something that just came to me when I was only nine years old; something people try to obtain their whole lives by trying too hard. I don’t believe you can “make” it happen like losing weight.

When I was working with several different Archangels, I experienced it one other time through a dream with Archangel Metatron, who I still work with all the time. He guided me in working with the children in school and helped me whenever I asked him for help.

One night, Archangel Metatron took me “flying” through the universe and explained the lights and shapes we were going in and out of. I kept consciously thinking about how amazing this was and how I wanted to remember all this information to share with my psychic friends; I didn’t remember any of it when I woke up. Again.

I researched Archangel Metatron and was beyond shocked when I read he watches over sacred geometric shapes that store all the information of God in the universe.

Why was I chosen and blessed twice to experience enlightenment without trying? Sometimes I feel like the character Sybil Dorsett in the 1976 movie Sybil played by Sally Field, with several different personalities.

After all, I am no saint or try to be one. I am a sinner who swears like a sailor. I am crazy, loud, drink, and outrageous sometimes, with a bad temper. I don’t lose my shit nearly as fast as I did when I was younger; I guess I’ve matured. Lol!

I am also fun, loving, caring, kind, and generous. I can be extremely patient when I want to be and can be a good teacher and mentor. I’ve always been very spiritual, even though I am no longer religious.

I keep my relationship with God and Jesus between us; I don’t have anything to prove to anyone else. Period.

Last night, I took my collection of the gemstones I work with and my Shaman medicine bag and placed them outside on the picnic table to be recharged by the full moon.

I said a prayer to the full moon, which I’d used for years. It’s funny; yesterday, I saw it on my Facebook newsfeed, posted by one of my longtime friends, Sandi. Great minds think alike, Sandi.

I do this every full moon, but usually, I only put the gemstones and bag on the window sills. I knew this full moon was something powerful and meaningful.

I was drawn magnetically to the picnic table and my gemstones when I woke up this morning. I put my medicine bag around my neck and felt its power.

I want to write a series of blog posts dedicated to each one of my spiritual gifts, how and why I use them, and how I honed my craft. This may fascinate some people or scare the shit out of some of my readers, and I may lose them.

I lose readers whenever I write uncomfortable, honest, and authentic blog posts. Sorry, not sorry. In other words, in Jersey, we say, “don’t let the door hit you in the ass.” Again sorry, not sorry.

Today is the day for you to learn the other side of me, of Julz. Stay tuned…