The upper world…

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I’ve been thinking all week about how to write about the upper world, which is made up of many levels or layers. The first time I went to the upper world was with turtle; the only way I knew how to enter the upper world was with a power animal.

When I started the journey, I went to the lower world to get turtle, and he took me to a free-standing staircase with a million stairs. I carried turtle since he was so tiny, and the next thing he said was, “watch this!” The stairs began moving like a bullet train escalator at the speed of light. 

The stairs stopped even though we were nowhere close to the top. We got off and walked through a veil-like cloud into a more extensive meadow like the one in the lower world. 

Turtle told me to sit on the bench; this was made of marble, unlike the wooden one I sat on in the lower world. What’s with the benches, I thought? Lol.

Suddenly, an ancient Chinese ancestor or elder stood before me, coming out of thin air. He told me his name was Cho, and he was one of my spirit guides. That’s all he said telepathically to me.

Cho was dressed in a fancy red silk Chinese outfit with a hat. I thought he looked like Mr. Foomanchu with the skinny mustache. I could tell he didn’t have a sense of humor and was all business.

He vanished as quickly as he appeared. Another spirit guide presented himself to me. All I could think of was scrooge and how these spirits were visiting me.

He was Native American, and his name was Walking Moon. He had long dark hair with a square chin and chiseled cheekbones. He was tall and big. He was in his ceremonial wear with a huge feather headpiece. He was intimidating since he was huge.

I remember thinking holy shit! Even in heaven, I swore. They know every move and thought I’d had my whole life, so why stop swearing now? Lol.

After my initial meeting with Walking Moon, he is in more casual attire, a pair of pants and a denim-type shirt. When I asked him why he wasn’t dressed up, he said that’s for special occasions. Meeting him for the first time officially was a special occasion then. 

My third and final spirit guide appeared, and somehow I recognized him immediately. Not from photos in books but a past life. This was very weird and strange that I “knew” who he was.

He was an olive-skinned man with thick, long dark hair. He was dressed in light-colored short robes tied at the waist. He was very handsome. He had a white aura around him.

Then, my heart started beating faster; I couldn’t believe it was him; it was John the Baptist. I asked him if he was one of my guides, and he nodded. He didn’t speak to me. He didn’t have to tell me his name since I knew it already. He smiled when I said his name. Wow! Then he vanished. 

The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the bench in the lower world still with turtle. I asked him why my guides didn’t talk to me more. He told me they will. They have.

The next time I was allowed to go to the upper world was to visit the Akashic Records. I read about them and was doing research at the time while I was working on my skills.

Seeing what the Akashic Records looked like was my intention for the journey, which was granted to me accompanied by turtle.

We took the “fast stairs” again and, this time got off and walked into an enormous marble building. It was the most prominent building I’d ever seen. Everything was white and marble.

There were many “people,” many hallways, and more staircases with gold banisters. Turtle showed me around and told me this is where everyone’s soul information is stored from every life you’ve had and will have. 

The place seemed to go on forever, and while everyone looked happy, this was a serious place. Since my intention was to go to the Akashic Records, that was all I was allowed to do. I didn’t have access to any files in the millions of rooms. I could only stay in the hallways.

We walked down a staircase, and I was back to ordinary reality time lying on my bed. I made a mental note to be more specific next time.

I learned quickly that I don’t have to go to the lower world or upper world to speak to my spirit guides and power animals or ask for help since they are always available, like God, Jesus, Angels, and Ascended Masters.

The upper world was so enormous I felt like a spec of dust. There was so much to take in, and it was difficult even to comprehend what I saw. I was in complete awe. I felt so blessed I was able to visit the AK in the first place. It’s indescribable.

Last night, I tried to journey to the upper world to write about it. When turtle arrived, we flew up the fast stairs, and I was seated back on that marble bench in the meadow. 

My guides appeared, and I could tell they had something important to say to me. Cho, who addresses me as “young one,” shook his head at me, telling me no.

Walking Moon spoke to me in another language which I somehow understood. He told me I’d have to” use my references from within.” I talked to him in his language but didn’t know what I said. 

John just stood there and smiled at me. Is that all he was going to do? My mouth couldn’t form words to ask him anything. Then, I was back in bed, realizing I wouldn’t be shown anything new but had to reflect on what I already knew. I am sure turtle knew this but wasn’t allowed to tell me.

So that’s it for my upper world experiences. Now that I reopened the veil to the other side after having it closed for so many years, maybe I’ll try to come up with a specific reason to go back again. 

Next week, I will write about my spirit guides and why I have them. All my guides have to do with previous lives, which I learned through past life regressions. 

My guides now make total sense to me, and I’ve realized as a child, I had strong connections to each of them and never knew. They’ve been with me since the day I was born. 

I am still going to write about the middle world, but before that, I want to write about a soul retrieval I did on myself a couple of years ago with my guides while I was in therapy for severe depression.

I also want to write about the past life regressions I’ve done on myself. I can only do retrievals and regressions on myself and not others. The past life regressions I’ve done tie so much together for me.

When people discover I have psychic abilities, they always ask me if I see a loved one around them, but I don’t. I only communicate with middle-world spirits, which I try to help cross over and become unstuck. It’s not for the faint of heart.

Before closing, I want to touch on soul clusters since it belongs to the upper world. Sometimes if I know a person well enough, I can recognize them as another person in a past life. They are part of my soul cluster which we all have.

A soul cluster is the souls you work with over and over, coming back to earth school to try to learn our soul’s lessons. It’s usually family and close friends or people you have in your life. You may have met them already or not yet. All the souls in the cluster make agreements with each other before going back to earth school for specific purposes.

They may come back as a good lesson or a test. I wrote in an earlier blog post that before we come back for another life, we plant soul reminders so we can recognize people in our soul cluster and know they should be in our life. Good and bad people included.

Bad people are just as important as good and loving ones. Bad people are “tests” to see if you have learned their lesson or continue to make the same mistake over and over for many lifetimes.

God knows a couple of souls in my life have been extremely difficult, hard lessons; my mother, for one example. I have no idea if I passed or failed, but when they died, I said out loud that I don’t want to do that again with that soul through all bands of time, which means forever, no matter how many times we come back.

Everyone has intuition and gut feelings that we should always listen to. I believe people know the difference between good and bad people and situations; it’s our free will to make correct choices and decisions.

People believe some things are left up to destiny or fate, but ultimately, we all have free will and must make the best decisions for ourselves and not blame it on destiny or fate. We are all responsible for every decision, lesson, and test.

No living person is perfect; if we were, we wouldn’t be here; we would be a helper in the upper world, hanging out in paradise. I’ve been told this is my 453 life; I am a slow learner. Lol.

This post took a lot out of me.; writing about the middle world will be even more complex. This series is essential since it answers many questions about who I am and how I got that way.

Enjoy the rest of your Sunday, guys!  ❤️

The lower world…

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***I didn’t intend to write psychic and healing blog posts more than once a week, but even though I did write about my cat Sheba, I will continue my Sunday series on those topics.

Last Sunday, I wrote about Shamanic journeying and briefly explained the three worlds, the upper world, the middle world, and the lower world.

The lower world is where I learned how to journey. This is where I work with my power or spirit animal turtle, my lifelong power animal, but I have met with several others during different situations in my life.

The first time I tried to journey to meet my power animal, I didn’t know what to expect. Everley began playing Shamanic rhythmic drumming for our meditation group on a drum she made.

Everyone’s portals to the three worlds are different; mine is a huge redwood forest tree. The tree has a large hole or portal. When I step into the portal, I usually slide down the tree’s roots, twisting and turning until I get to the bottom. Some slides are crazy fast. Others are slower; I don’t know if that has a meaning.

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There are three directions for me to go once I get there. If I go to the left, I am led down a forest path to a small beautiful blue body of water surrounded by large rocks. The sun is always shining on the rocks, and they are warm. 

If I go straight, I am led to a green meadow with wildflowers, and there is a bench made of wood and a back. This is where I usually meet power animals for the first time.

The first time I journeyed, I was led to the bench. I sat down and looked at the meadow and the woods surrounding the meadow. I was expecting to see an animal run or jump toward me.

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As I sat on the bench, I looked down to my right foot, and there was a small green turtle. He said, “I’ll bet you were expecting something fuzzy, right?” It made me laugh because he was right. I told him I was, but he was adorable too.

Turtle is my power animal because I am impatient and like to do things fast. I don’t like to wait for things. It made sense to have a turtle; he has slowed me down immensely.

The third direction is to the right, down a path leading straight to a large cave. The first time I was led there, I was afraid. I could see the light in the cave down a dark tunnel. I felt whoever I would meet in the cave wouldn’t be soft and fuzzy either.

As I walked toward the orange-yellow light, I saw a fire and a large, mean-looking hawk. There were stones lined up like a classroom. Hawk was a teacher and very stern.

He told me, “Sit down squaw,” in a loud booming voice. This made sense to me why he called me this after I did another past life regression.

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All I could think of was what I did and where the turtle was. Hawk was my power animal when I was out of control with different stressful situations, things that were worrying me sick, literally with my ulcerative colitis.

He showed me a hawk-eye view of the situation and how ridiculous I was to be so stressed and upset. After a visit with hawk, I was able to deal with whatever situation came up. Each time he led me to the cave, I knew he would scold me and show me the big picture; over and over again.

Over the years, I have had different power animals for short periods. Recently, I met a tiger. I had to face a situation that required the right timing, strength, and courage. 

I knew what I needed to do but was dragging my feet; after I saw the tiger, I knew it was time to have a discussion with a friend who was dealing with acute depression and on a path of self-destruction.

I spoke with my friend the next day, and the talk went smoothly. Now the ball is in their court to get help; it’s not my place to go further than tell them the truth. Even today, I don’t think they got help or spoke to the doctor.

Sometimes I go to the lower world to hang out with turtle. I always plunge into the water, swim to one of those warm rocks, and wait for him to join me. We sit together; it’s very relaxing and feels like paradise. Sometimes we chat; other times, we sit in silence, usually with him on my lap. I’ve never touched a turtle in real life, let alone kiss one on his head when I leave.

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There are many times I try to go to the lower world with an intention or a question. Try as I might, sometimes I can’t get the portal in the tree to appear, and I know the journey isn’t going to happen. I guess it’s not the right time to find the answer I was looking for. You cannot bully your way to the other worlds; it happens when it happens, even though it’s frustrating when it doesn’t.

Whenever I do a house clearing, I call in turtle to help me, along with my three spirit guides and some Archangels. Turtle is there whenever I need him without going to the lower world; I have to ask for help. It’s like that when working with angels as well; they are waiting for us to ask for help. They can’t help us if we don’t ask, so I ask a lot.

When I was learning to journey with my meditation group Everley would change the drum rhythm when she did a callback. A callback is a rhythm for us to recognize to return to ordinary reality. Sometimes I am in the middle of something awesome in the lower world, and I hear the drumming get faster, then stop, followed by seven fast beats bringing us back then and there.

I’ve learned to journey without drumming and can return to ordinary reality by myself whenever I want during the journey. I wish I could explain it better; it just happens.

People who have a hard time with traditional meditation may find this easier than trying to think of anything. In my blog post title, Journeying, I added a link for anyone who would like to know more and possibly take a stab at it themselves.

Remember not to try too hard or have a preconceived notion of what will happen because it’s not up to us; it’s up to the other side. If you are frightened, it will not happen; the other side works with your comfort level and abilities.

One of our meditation people we found out was so frightened when trying to see their power animal it would not happen. Finally, after months of trying, the group journeyed to find out their power animal.

We all cried out at the journey’s end, “Bobcat!” If that’s not confirmation, I don’t know what it is; we were stunned and amazed! Right, Everley?

When journeying, it’s a bit like lucid dreaming, except you are aware of everything in the ordinary and non-ordinary worlds. You must focus on what you are seeing and learning and make mental notes to remember it.

When I journeyed with a group, we would all tell what our journey was like and try to decipher things. When I journey alone, I do the same thing. I recount what I sometimes saw out loud, so I would remember.

Some things don’t make sense to me for days or weeks, but when I figure it out, it’s always a moment of, “Ah, that’s what they were trying to tell me.” Sometimes you understand a journey immediately.

I plan to teach one of my friends how to journey in the next few weeks. I know she will be great at it and love the lower world since she is already so connected to nature and animals. We may both write about it; we will see how it goes.

Well, that’s another blog post in this series. Next week, I am planning to write about the upper world. It will take me a week to figure out how to explain it. It’s the most heavenly place in the three worlds with a lot to explore and learn. I’ve barely scratched the surface since I don’t go here often.

It’s difficult for me to get to, but when I am allowed, it’s the most beautiful place where all the Angels, Archangels, Ascended Masters, Spirit Guides, Buddha, Jesus, and the rest of the big guys reside.

The upper world is a place of infinite wisdom and where the Akashic Records are stored. It is a place of great respect and gratitude. Your power animal or a guide must take you to the upper world; you can’t go there alone. I hope you’ll join me as we explore the next realm through my eyes.

Today, I am in a cooking mood while tackling laundry. We have a very busy week coming up. We have a large order to fill and deliver to our Pennsylvania distributor in Albany, NY, on Thursday, along with our regular wholesale orders and farmers market spätzle production.

It’s definitely Oktoberfest season, and we are beyond grateful for every package and order we fill.

I’ve got some food posts on the back burner to write this week, as the cooler weather has produced some fall food cravings. Enjoy the rest of your Sunday! 🙂

*** I always include images in my blog posts because I am visual and look for photos as closely as possible to what I am trying to describe. Thank goodness for Pinterest, which is where I find many of the images I use. I always give credit to a known source or photo credit.

Black cat…

When I started writing about my “gifts,” I intended to go from my healing energy work and make my way to my different psychic abilities. I wanted to start slow; you will see how close everything is linked.

That is until Monday night; it changed my blog posts around. Before I begin, I want to share with you all how freaky and unbelievably this stuff is to me, especially when I am least expecting it. 

When we started our spätzle business, I put my psychic stuff on hold by closing the veil to the other side. 

A veil separates our real world from the spirit world. By closing the veil, I could concentrate on our company and not be interrupted. 

A few months ago, I reopened the veil while I was working on a house clearing for a friend. It was scary and hard work; thank goodness I had help from some energy worker friends. It turned out to be a successful clearing for everyone involved.

I left the veil open and could feel my abilities gaining strength again, even after five years. I kept up with my healing work like reiki, chakra, and aura work, but shut done the psychic stuff, for the most part.

Monday night, I dreamt about my old black cat, Sheba. I immediately recognized her in the dream, realizing it was a visit, not a dream. 

Ok, here is where the crazy shit starts, Sheba was my cat not from this life but from many lives ago. I know it’s nuts!

Around 12 or 13 years ago, when I was learning and honing my psychic abilities, I was on a roll doing past life regressions on myself. It was easy for me, and some of the things I was shown made much sense for this current life. 

If you don’t believe in past lives and coming back over and over again until we learn our soul’s lessons, then none of this will matter or make sense, I’m afraid.

One of my lives ended with me as a very old woman sitting in a chair in front of a primitive fireplace with a big black cat sleeping on my lap. I knew right away the cat’s name was Sheba.

Primitive fireplace image from Pinterest. This image is very close to what I remember from that past life regression. It’s so similar it’s spooky.

Jump ahead a couple of years when a psychic person came straight up to me and told me I had a large black cat with me all the time, and it’s been there for many lives. Holy shit! 

I knew they meant it was Sheba. It made me laugh, thinking someone else saw my big black cat. I wasn’t a total lunatic. They also said I am more powerful than I realize. 

When I woke from my visit with Sheba Monday night, I did what I always did and asked for total confirmation that this was Sheba from so long ago. 

I always ask for a minimum of three confirmations, so I know it’s not coincidental.

Does the other side laugh its ass off saying you want confirmation? Here it is! This time they went over the top. 

On Tuesday, when I opened Facebook, I saw one of my friends post the first black cat. After scrolling down, I saw another friend’s post, which also had a black cat. 

I have a lot of friends that celebrate the Pagan holidays, so many of them posted blessing wishes last week for the Autumn Equinox or the holiday called Mabon. 

That explains why I saw two more black cats. Why did they show up almost a week later when I’ve been through my newsfeed daily? Maybe it’s a coincidence?

Tuesday night, Marty and I watched a travel program called James May, “Our man in Japan,” and what do you think they said five times in one short scene? Black cat!

At this point, I started freaking out, and Marty didn’t know what was happening. I grabbed my phone, opened photos, and showed him the screenshot photos of the black cats I saw earlier in the day. I told him the story, and he didn’t say anything; I am sure he thought I was off my nut!

Wednesday, I had to stop at our vet to pick up medicine for Klaus. When I got there, I noticed I could go in immediately and didn’t have to call or have someone come out. I stood at the counter waiting for Klausie’s meds when a woman stood next to me and told the employee behind the counter about her three black cats! 

In my head, I was thinking, are you kidding me? Then she repeated black cat. It was more than unbelievable; it was also amusing at this point. 

Today, I saw a post from one of my longtime friends who puts up different creepy old black and white Halloween photos. There wasn’t a black cat in any Halloween pics, but his profile photo was a black cat! 

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I showed Marty and said, “You see?” Then I reminded him about the black cat lady at the vet that I told him about last night. 

I saw and heard over ten black cat examples in 24 hours; it’s safe to say the universe convinced me it was a visit from Sheba, not a bunch of Mabon or Halloween season coincidences. 

Why did Sheba visit me now? Was it because I opened the veil and she had been waiting? Maybe she wanted to let me know she was still there. 

I don’t know, but the visit was special, like seeing an old friend. I cried in my “dream” when she kept purring, rubbing against my legs, and jumping up on my lap. She was still as black as coal and so soft and smooth. The details were incredible—what a great visit with her. 

Ok, so now that I’ve jumped ahead about one past life regression, I’m sure half of you think I am crazier than you initially thought. Sometimes I do too. Lol. 

I do know Everley and others told me I am only allowed to use my powers for good in this lifetime, specifically no black magic. I know in my heart of hearts in the life I had with Sheba that I was a witch and not a very nice one. 

I have many Wiccan friends in this life; it’s as though I am drawn to them. Is it a test to see if I go back to practicing witchcraft myself? I wonder if this may be my chance to prove a lesson I should have learned long ago. I don’t know. Is the universe trying to tell me something? 

I was pushed and pulled hard to write about this experience; maybe now that I did, the black cat references will stop, or maybe not. One thing for sure, whether I was good or bad, I loved Sheba so much, and I felt that overwhelming love again when she visited me. 

After this post, I hope you guys stick around my blog and not run for the hills. 🤞🏽

Have a good night! 

Journeying…

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For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been dedicating my Sunday blogs to the series about my spiritual gifts and how I use them. There is plenty to write about; I must remember when writing that most people don’t know or understand what I am trying to explain.

Marty doesn’t know how I do what I do, but one thing is for sure, he believes it. I always ask for confirmation on whatever I heard, was shown, or happened, which I always receive one way or the other.

I get freaked out sometimes when psychic crazy shit happens, but when I figure out why or am assured everything is fine, I am okay with it. Some of the things and beings I have worked with have been funny, sad, mean, heartwarming, scary, and a whole list of other emotions.

I started with my practicing of reiki energy; now, before I can move on to everything else I do, I have to explain about Shamanic journeying. It is my gateway to the other side, where I go from ordinary reality to non-ordinary reality.

Shamanism is a Native American practice. Shamans are also known as Medicine Man or Woman. The title Medicine refers to spiritual healing and not medication.

A Shaman is said to be walking with one foot in the everyday world and the other in the spirit world. It sounds scary and difficult to do, but on different levels, it happens to all of us at different times of our lives, like in a dream, for example.

Shamans pass through doorways or portals, leading them from the physical world to the spirit world. For me, it’s a hole in a tree: a ladder or staircase, a cave, or a pathway.

Journeying is a way to meet and communicate with ascended masters, ancestors, spirit guides, power or spirit animals, Archangels, and the big Kahunas like Buddha, Mother Mary, and Jesus. The last three have only happened once or twice, but the rest of the list is who I work with every time I journey.

Journeying is a way to find information, healing, wisdom, lessons, answers, and truth. I use it to communicate with the other side, do energy work on chakras and auras, help lost souls, soul retrievals, and find out what’s next for me.

The Shamanic world comprises three parts, the upper world, the middle world, and the lower world. These worlds are of equal importance and used for different purposes. Shamans can transport themselves from the present or ordinary reality into non-ordinary reality, then back again. It sounds tricky, but it’s a snap once you learn how to do it.

However, sometimes when I want to journey, no matter how hard I try, I can’t. I take this as a sign I am not ready for my next lesson, job, experience, or knowledge. You can’t force things when journeying; you must be patient and open. Patience is a hard thing for me; this is why my main power animal is a turtle who resides in the lower world.

I’m going to describe the who, what, and whys of the three Shamanic worlds but will focus on each in different blog posts since each and how I use them are so different from each other. The three worlds may be somewhat different for others who use journeying for their type of energy work and or skill level.

The lower world is the easiest to work in since it looks a lot like earth and has several places I go to once there. I have learned many of my lessons there and received information for others. When I enter, I have a clear intent, such as who my power animal is, what the next lesson I need to learn, or if I have questions or need help with something.

I think of the upper world as the celestial world. This world looks like whatever you imagine heaven to look like. There are different places in the upper world, like the lower world. This is where I meet with my three spirit guides, Archangels, and accented masters.

I am usually guided to the upper world since my choice would always be the lower one because it is more fun and less serious. I must take a deep breath before journeying up those stairs and immediately wonder why I am being called.

When I do choose to go to the upper world, it is because I need to work with the Archangels, try to do a past life regression on myself, or ask my spirit guides for answers or advice. This is the most challenging world for me to get to; it is another sign I am not ready to be there or for what information I may find.

The middle world. This is a scary place, and many people don’t work in that world. I found out early on that this is my calling, and I am called or go there frequently, whether I want to or not. I know immediately when situations present themselves on the physical plane, I need to journey to the middle world and find out what’s up.

Sometimes I set an intention to go to the lower world to look for my different power animals, but I am sucked or pulled into the middle world. In the beginning, when I wasn’t expecting it, I said to myself, “Oh, no, oh shit, or oh fuck.” I dreaded it. I’ve been there so many times that now I feel more at ease.

This is where I work to help lost souls or beings cross over to the other side. Most lost souls have no idea they are dead or why they can’t cross. When I watched the comedy series, Ghosts, I was amazed that this is almost exactly how it is when I am working with these beings.

When a situation arises on the physical plane, such as a request or questions from a homeowner, I begin to receive messages from the lost souls. They tell me who they were, what happened to them, and show me what they look like by using my third eye.

So, that is what happens when you go on a Shamanic journey, but the real question is how to do it. I’ve always had difficulty meditating or clearing my mind of racing thoughts and concentrating on nothing. Journeying is another way of meditating.

Journeying is being guided with drumming through a different type of meditation, either by yourself or another person. Many people download guided Shamanic journey drumming to start with. Everley was the person who introduced me to journeying and was my drummer.

Instead of describing the process that works for me, here is a link to learn about how to journey. Journeying – A Shaman’s Meditation Technique.

I usually journey in the afternoons by laying down and covering my eyes. I begin reiki on myself whenever I journey. I don’t need drumming to start and end my journeys anymore.

I am always aware of what is happening in ordinary reality, even though I am in non-ordinary reality. Sometimes, a distraction will rip me from one reality to the other.

Next week, I want to focus on the lower world, I am not sure if I’ll have enough for an entire blog post, but that usually isn’t a problem for me.

I lost a few more readers last week after my reiki post. These posts are too uncomfortable for some people, and they leave, which is okay, considering this blog is about me and my life. My goal isn’t to turn people off but share with my readers another part of me.

My spiritual gifts are a big part of my life and deserve to be shared. Very few people know about them and my experiences. I did receive many comments from readers that can’t wait to read more and find it interesting. Some of my readers told me they were healers and what their “gifts” are.

Enjoy the rest of your Sunday, everyone; I am going to journey now.❤️

Reiki…

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I decided to start writing about one of my spiritual gifts of healing; reiki. It’s now mainstream, and many people believe in its healing powers.  

Reiki (霊気, /ˈreɪki/) is a Japanese form of energy healing, a type of alternative medicine. Reiki practitioners use a technique called palm healing or hands-on healing through which a universal energy” is said to be transferred through the palms of the practitioner to the patient in order to encourage emotional or physical healing. Wikipedia 

Mikao Usui was the father of a form of spiritual practice known as Reiki, used as an alternative therapy for the treatment of physical, emotional, and mental diseases. Here is a link if you would like to read more about Mikao Usui. 

Unlike other healing arts, reiki is passed from master to student through a reiki attunement that allows the student to connect to the universal reiki source. The attunement allows you to become a vessel of reiki and move reiki energy for yourself and others. While you can read about reiki in a book and learn hand positions, until you have been attuned to channel reiki, you cannot truly practice reiki.

There are three levels of reiki training. The reiki student must wait in between their attunements; the time in between is up to their reiki master and how dedicated they are to mastering their healing skills. 

Reiki is now practiced in many hospitals and hospice care. My reiki master Everley worked tirelessly to get reiki into our local hospital. She volunteered with a team of other volunteers attuning nurses and administering reiki to hospital patients and employees. 

As for me, I use reiki on a daily basis, several times a day. While I am a reiki master, I don’t use it the way most practitioners do. I don’t do attunements since the few I did do weren’t taken seriously. 

I use reiki on myself before bed and during meditation. I use it when I am balancing my chakras and cleansing my aura. I can perform energy work to the chakras and auras remotely on anyone who is in need.

I have done reiki on other people but have never charged money since it’s usually friends or people I know. I find the more I use reiki, the stronger it gets, so it’s a win/win.

I don’t use reiki practice as an income but will always offer or accept a request from anyone in need. The healing energy I have been attuned with is coming from above; through me, I am put in these situations to heal. 

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One of my good friends, who is 20 years older than me, was curious about reiki and what it’s like, so I offered to do reiki on him right in his kitchen with other friends in the room. 

He said, “Oh no! I am afraid!” I asked him what he was afraid of. “I’m afraid my pee-pee will go up.” Everyone cried, laughing, including him.

I started cracking up and told him, “Shut up, you dirty old man and relax, for Christ’s sake!” 

I grounded myself and thanked Dr. Usui and Everley, my reiki master. I asked for the energy to flow to wherever it was needed, then focused on the reiki master symbol. 

Immediately I felt my hands get hot and tingle. I am guided on where to go and to stay there for as long as needed. 

He relaxed and was amazed at how hot my hands got and how he could feel the warmth as I moved from his head, neck, and shoulders. 

When the reiki treatment was over, I smoothed out his energy field and stepped away from him. I always feel hot and get super sweaty whenever I administer reiki to someone. 

Sometimes I get dizzy or nauseous, depending on what is ailing the person I am working on. I have to keep grounding myself and staying focused on what I am doing. 

“That’s it, Bert, you survived!” I told him. He liked it, and his tense neck and shoulders felt better; his pee-pee stayed put, thank goodness. We laughed about that one for years. Lol.

One of the biggest things I do with reiki is removing negative energy from homes and objects or sending it to a location for a specific situation. For example, sending it to an OR and the surgeon who will perform surgery or for a person going on a job interview. 

I removed all the negative energy and charged the location with reiki, where we had our belly dance gig last month. The space felt light and had good vibes. We had a great time, and everyone was relaxed and danced well.

What else can you do with reiki? Charge a glass of water before drinking it or charging the water in the bathtub. I always charge a piece of jewelry or gift to someone.

I use reiki whenever I am doing house clearings on ghosts or beings stuck in spaces or objects. I will talk more about my specialty when I write about working in the middle world. 

I’ve moved many beings, also called lost souls, to the other side in the last 15 years. I never charge a homeowner when I clear their home; I am not doing it for them but for the souls stuck in the middle world. I would gladly accept a bottle of wine as a thank you, if I am being honest. 

Reiki can be sent not only to places and situations but can be sent long distances to someone sick or injured, which is very effective for me. 

I use a photo of the person if I don’t know them and visualize the reiki treatment as though I were there. People receiving long distances can feel something happen. It’s really quite amazing. 

Plants, animals, and trees love reiki; there are studies on how they respond to reiki energy by blossoming, growing, and getting better if sick.

I know I am forgetting many other uses, but these are the ones I use all the time. It’s part of my life, and I feel blessed every time I use it. 

If you would like to learn more about reiki, there is a ton of information either online or in books. It may be something to seek out if you are interested in having a treatment or fulfilling a calling by becoming a reiki practitioner or master yourself. 

Reiki healing has been around for many years and is passed down through lineages. I call myself lucky to be part of Dr. Usui’s lineage through my reiki master Everley. Thanks, Ev! 💜

I wrote at the end of my Charging Station post I may scare the shit out of some people when I write about my “gifts.” I lost 15 readers by the next morning. 

I know I am not everyone’s cup of tea; frankly, I don’t want to be. I’d rather people unsubscribe and leave my blog than be uncomfortable about my posts. 

For those of you who stuck around…🎼 I’ve only just begun.🎵😉

It’s smiling at me…

Marty and I have a running joke about one of the final scenes in the movie A Christmas Story. 

We love this movie and know it by heart, but our favorite line is when Ralphie and his family end up at a Chinese restaurant on Christmas Day after the neighbor’s dogs ate their turkey dinner. 

The family is introduced to Chinese turkey or Peking duck. The waiter serves the duck still with the head on. Ralphie’s mom shrieks and the confused waiter looks at Ralphie’s dad. 

He points to the head and says, “It’s smiling at us.” The waiter understands and whips out a cleaver and whacks off the head. 

Ralphie’s mom shrieks even louder, followed by hysterical laughter. They didn’t tell her this was going to happen in the scene, and this is her honest reaction. Priceless! 

We also have another reference to “It’s smiling…at me.” This is said whenever we see someone with a plumber’s crack. Sorry plumbers, you brought it on yourselves; wear a damn belt, for pity’s sake.

The other night we watched a new Chef’s Table series on Netflix, focusing on pizza. The show’s point is to find the best chefs in the world under specific categories and highlight them and their food, dedicating an episode to each of them. 

When I think of pizza, I think of what my father called pizza joints or pizzerias. The kind of place where you order and pay at the counter, then wait for them to scream out your name. 

The pizza is big, thin, and a gorgeous shade of orange. The toppings were kept simple such as pepperoni, sausage, peppers and onions, anchovies, meatballs, and a veggie or white pie was thrown in for good measure. 

The pizza chefs are people who have thrown caution to the wind and aren’t just making traditional, buffalo chicken, or penne vodka pies. They are making some dope ass pizzas.

These chefs have the belief in using the best, and I mean the best ingredient available to them, found locally and seasonally whenever possible. They use their creativity and skills to create new and exciting pizzas.

Chris Bianco

One of the chefs was a man named Chris Bianco, who relocated to Phoenix, AZ, from the Bronx, NY. Long story short, the chef took everything he learned in the Bronx and elevated it.

He uses only San Marzano tomatoes squeezed by hand. He also uses purified water and mozzarella cheese he makes by hand, a skill he learned when he worked in a deli back in the Bronx.

Herbs and veggies for the pizzas are grown outside the pizzeria. He sources the wheat locally and supports farmers whenever he can.

No reservations, take-out, or delivery. People line up for hours before the pizzeria opens.

I totally get this guy. Then, when he was referring to knowing when his dough was done, he said he could tell when “it’s smiling.”

When I was a beginner cook, I watched TV cooking shows or read articles on dough or pasta made by an old Italian Nonna or grandmother. The interviewer would ask them how they knew when the dough was ready, and they always replied, “When I feel it.” 

My new cook’s brain couldn’t wrap itself around it. What do they mean they can feel it? Through the years, I finally learned what they meant and could feel if my pie crusts and doughs were ready. I was cooking and baking like a Nonna! Yay! 

When we started our spätzle business, the most important thing was consistency. Each batch had to be the same. This is crucial for food manufacturers’ products. People want what they remember from the last time they purchased your product.

When I worked at school as the school lunch director and lunch lady, kids always expected my food to taste the same because they loved it and knew what it tasted like. This is where I learned about consistency.

It was stressful initially to spätzle production, but as I went through the four seasons and all types of temperatures and humidity, I realized, like a baker, that the weather made a huge difference in the feel. 

Some days my spätzle batter is a snap; other days, it gives me a run for my money. I work it until I get the right feel. 

It’s smiling at me! The little brown specs are grated nutmeg.

My “feel” uses a rubber spatula and how the tip drags through the batter. I can tell immediately if it’s too stiff or just right. 

Now, since watching Chef Bianco and his pizza dough, when my batter has the perfect feel, I say, “It’s smiling at me,” and laugh every time. 

If you enjoy cooking or eating out, I recommend The Chef’s Table on Netflix; besides the pizza series, there are others to choose from which are all interesting.

Happy Friday! Again. Shit, time is going by so fast; it’s crazy! Cheers.

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.

This is the piece of jewelry Everley was wearing when we met. She gave it to me, and it’s been in my medicine bag ever since. It’s a powerful piece and full of love.

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.

Ev and me at Body Blend Tattoo Palor, where she renewed Marty and my vows for our 25th wedding anniversary. We got new wedding rings tattooed on our ring fingers by our artist Larry.

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.

Everley made me my Shaman’s pouch or medicine bag.
She also gifted me with the items in the pouch.

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.

My medicine bag has black bear hair, bone, and tiger’s eye gemstones, including a turtle, my spirit animal, a crystal pendulum with a gemstone bear, a crystal and a garnet mediation piece.

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.

My sacred meditation space or sometimes called an altar.

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…

That time of year…

Step one will be getting organized. The other side of the office is even more of a wreck. Ugh!

This time of the year reminded when I was a student in school, a procrastinator. Except for cheerleading and socializing, I was voted the most talkative in my senior class; I hated school. I tolerated English, Home Economics, and American History, but the rest of it was torture.

I didn’t like writing papers, studying, doing homework, doing projects, and, most of all, test-taking. I was terrible and still am a horrible test taker. I waited until the last minute for everything, most mornings scribbling my homework out before school.

Yeah, I was terrible about it and maintained a C average. At every parent-teacher meeting, my teachers said I was too talkative. I was a real motor mouth, they said. If the shoe fits, wear it.

I am talking about procrastination because we received an email from our accountant yesterday asking us when we plan to start entering all of our information on QuickBooks for our 2021 taxes.

We always file an extension for submission by October 15; the accounting work on our part should have been done by now. Yikes!

We have all our accounts payable and receivable documentation, plus almost all the copies of everything we need; now, we have to enter it all. 

Marty and I both hate this part of the business with passion. Thank goodness we have such a great accountant that works hard for us and pushes us over the finish line. 

Once we get started, it all goes quickly; it’s the starting part we struggle with. Tomorrow we have to start with no excuses. Ugh!

This afternoon I’ll get out all the files and organize everything. Marty printed out the bank statements today but still has a few other things to print. Technically, we’ve started, right?

It feels like we run out of time to get everything done daily and weekly as it is, so this throws my head into a total tizzy, which is not a good thing. 

Speaking of not a good thing, I go back to the doctor on Friday afternoon to follow up on the new anxiety medication I started at the beginning of August. After a month, I can say it’s a no bueno for me. 

I have and still am experiencing at least four adverse side effects affecting my life more than the anxiety attacks; plus, I’ve still had at least five panic attacks in the last week. I didn’t have any in the first three weeks. Sigh.

My somewhat cheerful, go-get-’em attitude feels stalled and schlumpy today. I know as next week goes on, each day will get us closer to where we need to be with our taxes, taking some overwhelming pressure off of us little by little.

I hope I have some time to write and cook over the next week. Fingers crossed, the appointment with my doctor has some new game plan since this one failed. 

I’ll catch up with you guys whenever I can or if something noteworthy comes up. I’ll still be here, just crawling out from under a big pile of procrastination and paperwork. 

Ugh!

Sleeping…

We had an awesome fire last night. No filter was used for this photo.

Two weeks ago, I went to my new doctor to talk about the numerous anxiety attacks I had almost every day. They got so bad that they were waking me up in the middle of the night.

We decided to try an anti-anxiety medicine and decrease a different one I was currently on. The thing about me is if there are side effects to any medication, I almost always experience them. It took seven different blood pressure medications until we found one I could tolerate back in 2013.

I got a headache within an hour when I started taking the new medicine. Medicine headaches aren’t relieved for me with Tylenol. The doctor warned me about the side effects and asked me to tough it out because she thought this drug would be a good fit for me. So I toughed it out.

I read that 65% of adults stop taking anxiety medication because they cannot tolerate the side effects. Most people don’t even give it a week, even though it takes at least a week or two until your body adjusts to the new medication.

I had terrible headaches and fatigue for a week; then, I figured out that if I ate a substantial meal and drank a can of coke, which I rarely do, it worked.

Then a marvelous thing happened; I slept for 9 hours twice last week. I slept for 8 hours last night. These days, the alarm didn’t wake me up at the ass crack of dawn, and I woke up naturally.

I feel like a completely different person being well rested, something I have never been before. When I get out of bed, I am not thinking about when I will be able to rest later.

I go back to the doctor for a follow-up appointment in two weeks. I need to ask about one drawback and if I need to be concerned if the medication will affect my ulcerative colitis since things have been dicey in the mornings. That’s putting it nicely.

I still need to eat and drink a little coke in the morning; too much coffee bothers my stomach, which is why I use cola for caffeine. The other issue mentioned above after taking my medication may also fix itself since it is another well know side effect. I have to wait and see.

The good news is that I have only had one anxiety attack in the first week since I started the new medication. If I continue to sleep well, that will be even more good news for me! Yay!

Me and Aunt Dee…

Yesterday, my aunt Dee, who lives in PA in the Northern Poconos, came to visit. She and her boyfriend Ray were visiting a friend less than 2 hours away from us in Massachusetts and decided she had to go to Vermont to meet me.

That’s right, meet me for the first time in person. We have talked on the phone before, but when we met, it was like we’ve always known each other; we felt so comfortable together.

In 2014, I found my biological mother and sister, with whom I have beautiful relationships. I got my family and medical history, which was very important to me, but most of all, I could close that open circle in my heart after we hugged for the first time. It was surreal.

I never expected to find anything about my biological father’s side of the family since he didn’t even know I existed. 

It was never a priority to me to look for my biological father; finding my mother was all that mattered. Meeting my sister and cousins was the cherry on top of my 48-year-old dream.

In 2018, I got an email from my sister Jennifer. I don’t like using the word half when it comes to my siblings; I love them and am so grateful we found each other. 

We have the same blood running through our veins, and we have a lot of similarities; I don’t give a fuck if they are half or whole; they are my siblings, which means a lot after wishing for siblings with every birthday candle blown out while growing up. 

Aunt Dee is my biological father’s youngest sister by 9 years. They never lived in the same house together. My father’s family was a tragic hot mess; after their parents split up, the kids went to live with their grandmother. Later, my grandfather met someone else, and they had a child. That child was Dee. She told me yesterday that she never felt like she fit into the family growing up.

I only knew little bits and pieces about my father. He took off on his family and went to California when my youngest brother Dan was only 6 months old. Jennifer has few memories; however, our other brother’s memories aren’t good ones. Our father never kept in touch or even saw his children; that was heartbreaking to learn about.

I have never met or spoken to my other brother since he wants nothing to do with me. I respect and accept it even though my siblings say we are the most alike out of all four of us. I keeping praying maybe someday he would come around. 

Aunt Dee filled me in on what my father Tom was like as a person, not a father, husband, or brother. She said he was an entertainer and performer with a great singing voice. I have been a performer too since I was a young child.

She told me he was very funny and could light up a room. He loved to cook and was very good at it. When he moved to California, he felt like he belonged, and people loved him.

My father, Tom, died on his 50th birthday of a heart attack. Aunt Dee was the one who flew to California and took care of his memorial service in San Francisco, then arranged to have his body sent to NJ to be buried. She said she had to do it since no one else would. How tragically sad.

Getting to know Aunt Dee yesterday was something I never expected, and Marty and I enjoyed her and Ray’s company very much. The visit felt natural, and we had no trouble finding things to compare and talk about. We are both big talkers and swear like sailors. Lol!

I made some of my old stand-by dishes for lunch and mini blueberry tarts with whipped cream for dessert. Aunt Dee also loves to cook and loved my kitchen. She took inspirational photos because she wants to redo her kitchen that she hates.

Klaus and Otto have NEVER smiled and posed for a photo like this before! I guess they liked their Aunt Dee too!

I had mixed feelings when finding out more about my father, Tom. My adopted father, Russ, was my dad, who raised me and loved me. I was fortunate to have him as a dad; we were very close. I was devastated when he passed at only 61 years old of ALS in 2000.

What both of my fathers had in common was their love of cooking and good food. They were both entertaining, and my dad Russ was a funny guy and could also light up a room. 

I like to think they know each other on the other side, that Tom met Russ when he got there and thanked him for being such a good dad to me.

I am a fortunate person whose adoption story has a happy ending, which is something that doesn’t always happen. I am blessed knowing my family and medical history on both sides and to have these beautiful “new” family members who came into my life. All of those birthday wishes finally came true! 🎂

Sometimes I think back to when I had that painfully broken circle in my heart, the yearning, feeling so jealous of non-adopted people and their families; I had so many unanswered questions over the years; I still can’t believe all of those feelings went away as soon as I found out where I came from, my ancestors, and my nationalities. 

Well, now I finally know the answers to those questions, which is pretty amazing! You would never understand what this meant to me if you weren’t adopted. Most of the adopted people I have met over the years grew up feeling the same way I did. I hope some of them had a happy ending to their stories like I did.