THOUGHTS FOR THE NEW YEAR

Christmas 2008 has come and gone and now we await the arrival of 2009. Yesterday as I was leaving my Chiropractor’s office I stood chatting with the girl at the front desk. I told her I was excited about beginning 2009 feeling good and on the right track. She smiled and said “My friends have told me each year for the last 10 years that the next year would be better for me, and as of yet it has not happened”. I told her that the trick to it being a better year is that she needs to believe it is going to be a better year.

That got me thinking or pondering as it were; if we don’t believe things are going to get better, will they? I am absolutely certain that things could always be worse if we choose them to be. Think about it for a minute, if we choose to complain about the bad in our life, would it not be just as easy to choose to celebrate the good?

Another friend told me this morning that except for the fact that her beloved Grandmother passed away this year she had the most blessed year ever. A year ago this time she was having a tumor removed from her brain; this leaves her with bouts of headaches and the inability to sleep lying on that side of her body. In spite of it, she feels blessed. It would be just as easy to talk about what she can’t do as it is to celebrate her blessed life.

I could not help but contrast the two conversations a mere 12 hours apart. I am by nature a positive person, this is a conscious choice. I remember once when I was at a particularly low point in my life having a conversation with my Aunt about something and she said “You are always so cheery and happy, even with all the adversity you have faced you are still cheerful.” At the time I thought “Are you freakin’ kidding me?” Now I look back and see that though things were indeed less than perfect, I consciously tried to focus on the good. As a matter of fact, I remember being grateful for all the good in my life, even as things fell apart.

I often think about those times and how I survived them; I believe my underlying emotion was a belief that life would get better. They did not get better on their own mind you, I had to put forth blood, sweat and tears, but deep down I always believed that something better was around the corner. This is not to say I did not have those moments when I felt hopeless and shared it with those around me. But I do know that those moments never lasted for long.

So I have to ask myself: is my positive attitude because I believe or did I believe because I chose to have a positive attitude? Many, many, many (and did I say many?) negative people have crossed my path in my life time and I often think to myself; do these people know how special they are? Do these people know how blessed and loved they are? These same people would tell me that I simply don’t know what I am talking about. I can say with all honesty that I do indeed know what I am talking about. These same people would tell me that it does not matter what they do because everything turns to crap anyway. I say to these people “Do you truly believe that life can be more than the crap you are use to, or are those simply words, and believe in you heart that things indeed will turn to crap?”

Believing is an emotion. You need to feel the believing. It is that emotion that sends the vibration of belief out in to the universe. The universe and the divine are more than happy to provide what ever and I do mean WHATEVER we want. Be it good or bad the universe will provide what we ask for. If we ask for crap, crap is what we shall get.

It has taken me years to finally get it; “it” being the emotion that stirs the vibration, and the vibration that shall be answered. How many of us say “I want to win the lottery?” We say it, we use the words, but do we feel it? The odds are that they are simply words, with no real emotion behind it. How many of us say something over and over again with angry emotion and are surprised to find that what ever it was is exactly what we got? A friend once told me “Emotion is God’s doorbell”. How true those words are.

If we dwell in negativity, we will receive negativity. If we dwell in the positive, we will receive positive. I am learning this right along with everyone else. I by no means have an unshakable handle on this. However, I know from past experience that holding on to the negative only brought me more negative. Believing that all would be well, always, without exception brought well being.

How many of us wake up in the morning and thank God for another blessed day? If we do not believe, can we truly be grateful? If we believe that the world is out to get us, how then can we feel blessed? Take a moment and think of all the things that are good in your life, then take a moment to feel the emotion that goes along with that. That emotion is a positive vibration, with that positive vibration comes a feeling of well being. If you choose to think of all the bad things in your life, you will experience a negative emotion and, in turn, negative vibrations and a sense of hopelessness. You don’t have to take my word for it, try it for yourself. Practice feeling the words you say, get in touch with what emotions are present when you are down and when you are up. If it is negativity you are experiencing take the steps to change them.

In many of my counseling sessions I encourage my clients to write down their emotions and then put a word to it that describes their state of mind at that very moment. I don’t just mean negative emotions but positive ones as well. Learn to decipher the difference between the two, and then when a negative emotion arises, take a step back and open up a space between you and that emotion. Then you can choose at that very moment to reframe it in to something more positive.

My husband and I choose to say “I choose not to spend my money on ________right now, I can afford anything I want, and I just choose not to spend it on _______at this time”. Instead of saying “I can not afford that, I am broke”. By doing this we take the can not and reframe it in to a can.

I know none of this is easy, especially when things around you seem bleak, but your world survives within you. It is within your power to choose how you react to things. You can choose to see the bad in everything or see the good in everything. You can choose to speak negatively or speak positively. The effort is the same. By changing a few simple words in your every day vocabulary, you can literally change a negative to a positive.

So this year when making your New Year’s resolution, believe what you are committing to, feel what you are committing to, let that resolution bring forth an emotion that will ultimately raise your vibration and bring to you what you want. Remember if you make a resolution by saying it and not feeling it, then you can’t possibly believe it. Let this be the year that things go your way no matter what is happening around you.

The first step to change is to believe it is possible. You have the power within you. Make the choice for you future be yours.

May everyone have a happy and safe New Year and my all your dreams come true.

Love, Light and Angel Blessing
Theri

TIRED!

For a couple of weeks now my motivation level has been next to nil. I am literally not motivated by anything at all. I can't get motivated to diet, exercise, decorate the house for Christmas, Christmas shop, read a book, learn anything, meditate or even grocery shop. I can't get motivated to do much of anything other than to get out of bed and go to work. For those who know me, you know that I am not an unmotivated individual, so this lack of motivation has sent ripples of guilt right through the stratosphere for me.

As the days pass and the guilt builds up, I am forced to figure out this conundrum I am in. This morning I was telling my husband on the way to work that I am so “tired”. I am tired mentally, physically, and emotionally. I feel like I could sleep for a week. Is there any rhyme or reason for this? I wish I knew. Off the top I would say no. Life is good, I have a great life, a great husband, great kids, a good job and supportive friends. Yet, I am indeed tired.

One thing I have noticed that sticks out like a sore thumb for me is that I have not pondered in quite some time. I am big on pondering; I would even go so far as to say that a lot of my motivation comes from pondering. So why have I not pondered? Because I am tired! Yes, it does indeed sound like a vicious cycle.

Thus, my journey to figure this out begins. As always I first ask my Angels; either they are not talking, or I am not hearing; I suspect the latter. That is not to say that my Angels have not been chatty, just chatty for everyone else. I just don't feel like I have been given any insight to my current situation. Next I ask for a dream that may offer some insight. I asked for dreams, and dreams I got. However, none of them seemed to offer any assistance. That is until I put pen to paper.

Dream #1: I was in a very large arena or round theatre much like an amphitheater; I was inside but outside was a hurricane. I knew that my parents had Garrett, who was still a baby, and I knew I needed to get them in to the amphitheater where it was safe. I went out in to the hurricane to get them, I found them at a house I did not recognize, and they were all in bed sleeping. I asked them why they were there instead of the amphitheater. My Mom lifted Garrett up to hand him to me, just then the hurricane blew the house off its foundation. I was then back in the amphitheater and there were dead celebrities just mulling around. I don't know if I was dead as well, but I could see them. (I know nothing strange about that.) Soon guys with some type of noxious gas were walking around randomly choosing already dead celebrities to gas, which oddly enough killed them again. Then they walked up to me and sprayed it on me, I saw a flash of white light and fell to the ground. I could hear footsteps running toward me, It was Garrett, he picked me up (now I knew I was dreaming) and moved me away from the gas. I told him that they had gassed me; he said not to worry about it because he got there in time.

Dream #2: I was in a doctor's office exam room getting my blood pressure taken. The nurse taking my blood pressure insisted on using a child’s blood pressure cuff. I told her she needed to use the adult one but she did not listen. When she got the results she said “Oh, I must have made a mistake.” I told her, “Of course you did, you used the wrong cuff.” She said I would have to have it redone, and I was to wait in the waiting room. Ted and Garrett were waiting with me; I was irritated because I did not think I should have to wait because it was not my mistake. I knew Ted had a 2:00 appointment with someone, so I knew this was taking too much time. At 1:10 the nurse came out and told me it would be another 20 minutes. I got angry and told the nurse that I should not have to wait since she made the mistake and that if it was going to be another 20 minutes I would need to reschedule. She grabbed my chart and circled the number 198, next to my blood pressure reading and wrote “counseling” next to it. When we were leaving, I looked at the clock, and it was 1:31.

Dream #3: I was standing in the ER that the show ER is filmed in. Nila, who is one of the doctors on the show, was walking around asking for food. She was very, very hungry and for some reason did not have money to buy food. Then she was standing in a room and on a bed stood the most impeccably groomed goat, I had ever seen. Nila, was staring at the goat deciding whether she should kill the goat and eat it because she was so hungry.

And I wonder why I am tired! Good Lord, how much rest am I actually getting?

I will spare you the dissecting of each dream and simply give you what a friend of mine (Thank you, Diana) came up with, and after pondering it, it feels right.

I believe the dreams were telling me: Warning!!! You need rest, to take care of MY needs and to be compassionate towards myself. If I keep taking (voraciously) from myself and entire being, something negative will fatally consume me.

So basically, in a nutshell, stop feeling guilty, let yourself off the hook and just rest, is the gist of it LOL! I lost a night’s rest so they could tell me to rest? Criminy!!!

But as my friend pointed out, would I have gotten the message had I not had the dream or for that matter three in a row, all completely different but pointing to the same thing; most likely not.

I know it seems like a whole lot of dreaming for such a small amount of information. You see my Angels have a terrific sense of humor, and they know that I am going to analyze the heck out of whatever they give me, so as a rule they will give me more than what is probably necessary.

As I am sure you have guessed by now, reading for someone else is so much easier than doing it for me.

I read the first edition of Wings; (www.whatsuponplanetearth.com), and it seems I am not the only going through this need for rest. She writes “The first phase is now complete. We have taken things as far as they can go. We have infused our light, our energy, and much else of ourselves into an old world and brought it up to a very new level. We are now done”.

With that said I guess it is okay to be tired, a lot of work has been done; we have shed most of the old, even if we were not aware of it. A new day is dawning, one of much love and happiness. I just hope I am not too tired to enjoy it.

I welcome any other interpretations of my dreams, so feel free to write me and let me know your thoughts.

Love. Light and Angel Blessings
Theri

An after thought: In Doreen Virtue’s book, Angel Numbers; the numbers in my dream are significant as the following:

2:00 or 200 –Your faith has brought you to a powerful and divine connection with God. Your faith is well founded, and you’re working in partnership with the Creator.

198 –Dive right into your life purpose without delay or hesitation. Take divinely guided action first, and you’ll find that financial support is always there.

1:10 or 110 –Keep thoughts focused upon God and divine love, as you’re creating your reality with your thoughts and beliefs. Engage in creative activities.

20 –The creator asks you to have faith. Even if you can’t see the results of your prayers and actions right now, trust that they’re bearing wonderful fruit for you.

I have not pondered the meaning of these numbers or how they weave in to my dreams, but thought I would share anyway.

The Eye of the Storm

It’s been awhile; this past month has been a whirlwind of ups and downs. The company I work for, which I affectionately call my day job, involuntarily and voluntarily separated 500 employees. My husband and I (we work for the same company) both survived the cut. We found out 60 days prior, that cuts were coming. We were told that the cuts were necessary and that streamlining the company was long in coming. We were also told that no one’s job was safe, and years with the company would not be a factor. I have been with the company for nine years, my husband eight.

To say that this brought up a whirlwind of emotion and speculation would be an understatement. I tried to stay in the eye of the storm where things were calm and tranquil; it was only once in a while that I ventured out into the chaos of it all. During those times, I thought about what I or my husband would do if we were part of the purge. My husband travels back and forth to Las Vegas to visit his kids twice a month, how would that affect their relationship should those visits be scaled back? How would I continue to pay for my son’s alternative care medical bills, how would we pay our mortgage? Would we be part of the ever growing housing crisis? These very scary thoughts sent me running back in to the calm and tranquility of the eye I previously spoke of.

My husband, ever the optimist, continued to stay optimistic. His family will attest to the fact that when he falls in to poop, as a rule, he comes out smelling like not just a rose but a dozen roses. This type of thinking allowed him to stay above the panic. Somehow, he would say, all will work out. My husband will happily tell you that though hard times have befallen him in his life, he has no lingering effects on his psyche. I, on the other hand, have very real and panicky memories of past hard times, so dropping in to that space was a simple hop, skip and a jump.

When the conversation at work or home turned to the different scenarios that could take place, I tried to consciously make the effort to only put good and positive thoughts out in to the universe. My co-workers were understandably stressed. I felt bad for them and heck if I allowed it, I would have felt bad for me. Instead, I asked my Angels how I could help. How could I bring my co-workers into the eye of the storm with me, where things were calm and tranquil? In truth, all I could really do is be there for them if they needed to talk.

I found myself talking with them a lot about being balanced and centered. I knew that though I had no idea what was in store for us, good or bad, being balanced and centered was going to be key. I talked to them about simply letting go and trusting the universe to take care of us. I believe that everything turns out exactly the way it is suppose to for better or worse. In my practice (my evening and weekend job), I talk to my clients a lot about ASMO: Accept, surrender and move on. This was something I now needed to implement, as were my co-workers.

As the time grew closer, I became calmer and calmer, and I noticed my co-workers did as well. I have no idea if I was the catalyst for my co-workers calmness or not. What I did know, or rather thought I knew, was that as each day turned in to the next, I had successfully implemented ASMO in myself. I had surrendered to the possibility that I might be part of the less than 10% the company kept talking about. I accepted that whatever was to be, would be, and knew in my heart of hearts that I would indeed move on in whatever direction life was going to take me. Even so, I could not help but ask the question, “Was I able to ASMO because I knew in my heart of hearts I wasn’t part of the purge”? As it turns out the people who I instinctively knew were going to be part of it, were indeed the people who were let go and I still had a job. I guess I just assumed that because it was information regarding myself I would not pick up on it, which anyone with this particular gift will tell you, is usually the case.

The day we all dreaded finally arrived; my husband unfortunately had to let some of his people go; his stress regarding this was astronomical and painful to watch. It was during this time that I was glad to just be a little ole worker bee. Again, I watched as my husband, though stressed over his people, was experiencing no stress for what could have easily been his last days with the company as easily as it could have been mine or my co-workers.

We lost a lot of friends from offices around the country that day and I can’t help but think about them daily. I will keep them in my prayers and ask that their Angels keep them protected within their wings. The world is a mess right now, and my hope is that all the people experiencing their own private chaos right now will somehow find a way to stay centered and balanced. As for me, I am thankful that my family survived this latest dose of chaos, and I never forget to thank God and the universe for my blessed life, as I am grateful in ways I could never really express.

May all who are reading this right now find their center and be there as often as possible. Try to stay above it, and know that this chaos will eventually end; the outcome is up to each of us. We as connected individuals need to call on the strength within and cement our belief in ourselves, the part of us that is spirit, the part that is the divine, because it will be us that create our outcome, for better or for worse.

Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri

When they come to visit

This morning as I was brushing my hair, I looked down at the bottom of the stairs to see my husband's Papou standing there. As per usual, I jumped a wee bit, hitting myself in the eye with my hair brush, (explaining this black eye ought to be fun). You may not think this strange, however, my husband's Papou passed on years ago. This kind of thing literally happens in a split second. So of course when I composed myself (mere seconds) he was gone.

You see I know it was my husband's Maternal Papou because the last time I saw him was Thanksgiving 2006. He was standing behind my husband's Yiayia (very much alive and his wife) watching her eat. When I first saw him, I asked my husband if his Papou was tall and wore glasses. This was of course correct and it only made sense that he would be spending Thanksgiving with his wife and family. Actually, now that I think about it, though there were 16 of us in attendance, that were flesh and blood, there were at least that many that were not. Crowded would be an understatement, but it sure was fun to watch. From what I understand my Mother and Father in-law would be the host of many a family gathering. Keep in mind my husband is Greek, so there was a lot of loud, dancing, singing, laughing and eating. So once again, it would make sense that if a party was taking place, alive or not, nobody was going to miss it.

I find it interesting, that though I never met my husband's Yiayia (Dad's Mom), or either of his Papou's, they like to visit. My husband says it is because they know that I am aware of their presence. His Yiayia likes to open the washing machine when I am in the middle of doing laundry, for some reason this is very humorous to her. I literally stood in front of my washing machine for a full cycle of wash waiting to catch her in the act. It was not until I walked away did the lid open. I swear I could hear her chuckle. My suspicion was confirmed when my husband was getting a reading from a well known medium here in the Cities. She told him that his Yiayia liked to play with me while I did laundry. This of course brought tears to his eyes immediately. He asked her why she liked to do that. The medium said she was telling her in a Greek accent that she did it because she liked my reaction. I told her that was all well and good, but it delay's my laundry washing when I have to keep going in and shutting the lid. She still does it, so I assume this is something she enjoys. In actuality I think she has graduated to locking the back door. My son was none to pleased with her when he got locked out the other day.

My husband and his Papou, the one visiting today, were very, very close. It again makes sense that he comes to visit my husband as often as he can. However, today he was standing in my cube at work and when I turned around it startled the bajeebers out of me. Not because he was there necessarily, but because I did not expect to see someone standing there. Remember this happens in a split second, I don't always get to converse. In this case I had to silently apologize to him because, “Geez, what the hell”, came flying out of my mouth. Totally disrespectful, I felt bad, but I did explain that it startled me. I always say, come visit, but make some noise to tell me you are on your way. I then immediately told him, (well, actually, I told the air), that his grandson's office was down the hall. Yes my office mates truly believe I am off my rocker half the time.

At lunch, my husband asked me why I thought he was here. Ah, there is the million dollar question. You see, most of the time, I have no idea. Is it simply because he wants me to know he is around so that I can pass along the message? Is he here to warn me about something? Is he here to warn his grandson about something? Is he here because my husband is going through a particularly stressful time? I wish I had the answer, I just don't.

It is not always this way. Sometimes, a relative or friend that has passed will actually show up and give me a message. It is not like I see their lips moving while they give me the message, (oh, if only), it is more like, they make it known to me that they are there, usually a split second glance, and then the rest is telepathic. Sometimes I hear their actual voice, (that is my Dad's usual MO), or sometimes I hear my own voice with their words. I know that the words are theirs because I am very sure they are not mine.

I mentioned that my Dad usually lets his voice be heard in my head. That is not always the case. Sometimes, like a few months ago, he showed up in my room while I was cleaning. It was just his face and it covered up one of my Angel pictures. He did not say a word, in my head or otherwise. I could tell he was not happy, in fact he looked down right sad, which of course immediately dropped me in to the place of “Crap, what did I do wrong”. I do this thing I call the psychic alert with my family. I send a text message to everyone to make sure everyone is okay. I end up talking to everyone before the day is done. That day, everyone and everything seemed to be fine. So why was he there? Moreover, why did he look so unhappy? And why did he show up in such a weird way? At first I thought that he was being clever, his way of keeping the family in touch with one another. It was not until weeks later when my nephew was diagnosed with Aplastic anemia that I knew it was his way of preparing us for something and by appearing in the Angel picture, he was letting us know that he was watching over him. Why did he not appear to my sister? I have no idea; I am certain there is some sort of energetic logic to it, I just don't know what it is.

I sit here tonight and ponder about my husband's Papou, and the reason for his visit. From what I can tell he seems to be pacing. His hands are relaxed and crossed behind his back as if in thought. I asked my husband about this posture and he said that it was not a posture that he remembered him having. As a matter of fact he said that it is something his Dad does, who is not related to this Papou.

I pondered, wondering if I had mixed up the two Papou's, and very clearly I heard “No, you got it right young lady”. I knew this was not my thought, because I could detect an ever so slight Greek accent. My husband's Papou did not have an accent, but I think he did it this way, so that I would know this was him and not me. Hey, he thinks I am young, this guy is alright, LOL.

Here is my thinking, he was able to let me know that I got it right, seriously, would it not have been just as easy to tell me the reason for the visit? I guess this will continue to be one of those never ending questions I ask, each, and every time they come to visit. And why the heck do they only show up when they want to and not when I ask? Spirits, they are a quirksome or maybe just an irksome bunch!

Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri

Critical Mass

Several weeks ago I woke up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. The song that was rolling through my head was “It’s the End of the World, As we Know It” by REM. I thought to myself “Aw, crap that can’t be good”. It was 2:00 am, why would this song be rolling through my head, if in fact it was not a message. I lay there awake for awhile, digesting this information. Now anyone who has even remotely been paying attention to the world at large knows that the world that once was, is no longer. So, why then, was it important for me to get this message?

I felt no sense of urgency or anxiety regarding the information; on the contrary I was quite at peace. I was simply left with one thought, “what did the divine want me to do with this message?” In the scheme of things, at first glance “It’s the end of the world as we know it”, sounds pretty damn intimidating. Yet, there I lay, feeling a tremendous peace.

At some point, I dozed back off only to have a dream. In this dream, I was in a very busy city; people were hustling and bustling everywhere. People were shoulder to shoulder, everyone seemed to have a destination in mind, yet, they were getting nowhere. Some people looked frantic, some looked confused, and some looked hopeless. I was walking amongst these people, but instead of walking on the ground with them, I was walking above them. I was calling down to the people below me and asking them to join me. I was telling them to take my hand and I would help them up. It was peaceful and there was plenty of room to move around.

I was reaching for people’s hands to pull them up; some quite anxiously took my hand. Some I had to coax and some would not even look up at me. When I could not get those people to look at me, I felt a tremendous sadness. But for those that did come up with me, there was singing and laughing. A warm flood of love seemed to permeate our entire existence. I was so happy, everyone was hugging and talking. Someone came up to me and I told them “See I told you if we just rise above it, all would be well”.

I was startled out of this very happy dream by the alarm clock. I knew instantly what that dream was telling me. When I had woke up earlier that night, “It’s the End of the World As We Know It”, was rolling through my head. I then asked what I was to do with that information. My dream very clearly telling me that the world indeed is no longer the world of old.

The world is in economic shambles; things that were, are no longer. Everybody is being affected. People are running around confused, scared and feeling hopeless. It is not that companies are not making money, they are, it is just that everyone is acting out of fear, and selling off what they have, in fear of losing it. If fear is what you feel, you will ultimately draw more fear to you, and with that fear, you will lose what you hoard away. If lack is what you are feeling, lack is what you will get. You see, we must keep our vibration high, if we don’t, we will fall prey to hopelessness.

I was walking above everyone in my dream, because I have been working very hard at rising above the panic. Trust me, I could easily go there, I too am being affected. But in my heart I am calm. I read an affirmation the other day that read, at least in part “I attract all that I need in my life that is for my highest good. I am strong, balanced and in the now”. I have recited that in my head hundreds of times.

In my dream I saw people confused, sad, frantic, fearful and hopeless. This is how the world at large is feeling right now. Yes, the world is crumbling, I think it is crumbling so that it can be built anew. Greed and independence of one another has run rampant. We are all one, connected at source. Yet, we kill each other, we steal, we judge, we corrupt, we torture, we choose to close our doors on those that are in need and still we ask ourselves why this is happening.

I read somewhere that there are only two emotions; love and fear. In everything we do, we do either out of love, or we do out of fear. Can we love as ferociously as we fear? I think that fear is hitting critical mass; it is time for each and every one of us to turn that fear in to love. Can we reach out and rebuild the world? A friend of mine this morning asked me, but I am just one person, what can I do? What each of us can do is encourage just one person to be still, be calm, and find that peace within the storm that is love, rise above the fear and hold the space. That person will tell one person and so on. Can we turn hate into love, and lack in to abundance? I believe we can, by being still and listening to that which resides within us. Can we all come together for the common good? Yes, because we are all one, we are connected; we are the source be it ever so small.

I encourage each and every one of us to allow what we hear on the news and in the newspaper to inspire love not fear; don’t buy in to the panic. When the news reports the Dow dropped 1000 points, instead of panic and fear, we envelop the world in our thoughts sending love and light to all. Instead of reacting or thinking in the negative we need to not react, be still, and be in the light, the light of positive emotions. “I attract all that I need in my life that is for my highest good”.

Can you imagine for a moment; one person surrounding the world in their thoughts with love and light. Now imagine two people surrounding the world in their thoughts with love and light. Now imagine 10,000 people surrounding the world in love and light. What a beautiful glow would befall the world? If fear is replaced by love, would we not have heaven on earth?

In my dream I was asking, coaching and begging people to join me. I am but one person, this one person is asking, coaching and begging each person to rise above the chaos, to raise your vibration to such a level, that only love and joy can prevail. Then in turn ask one person to do the same and so on, and so on, I know we can make a difference. Yes, it is the end of the world as we know it, but a world built by love can only open our hearts, to the joy that is hidden beneath the fear, that the old world has burdened us with.

“I attract all that I need in my life that is for my highest good. I am strong, I am balanced and I am in the now”.

And…………You are loved!

Love, Light and Angel Blessings Theri

Just Ask!

The other day my sister sent me a text, she was having a pretty big problem, with a pretty big establishment. Her text explained that she was on hold at that very moment with them. Her hope was to get this rectified as quickly possible. Because I knew that time was of the essence, I quickly, sent off a text note to her, telling her to send her Angels ahead of that phone conversation, along with sending love and light to the receiver of her call. It was not long before she called me back and told me that the situation was handled to her satisfaction. Not only was this matter dealt with in an understanding and compassionate manner, but she was quickly faxed a copy of their agreement; which is a serious accomplishment, due to the fact that this particular establishment is not known for their understanding or compassion. When my sister handed over the faxed Documents to the woman who needed proof of this transaction, she was literally speechless. She told my sister that in all the years she has had dealings with this company never did she witness such efficiency. My sister was sincerely grateful for her Angels help that day.

This is just a small example, of what can happen when you open up the channel for communication with your Angels. The channel can be opened simply by asking. You can ask silently to yourself, or you can ask it out loud, you can write it down on a piece of paper, heck you can sky write it if you wish. There is no wrong way or right way to ask for help. Your Angels are quite literally standing by your side waiting for you to ask for their help.

The other day I was on my way to a doctor’s appointment. I had been exposed to some chemicals and needed to see a particular doctor. The last time I had been there I left from work and this time I would be leaving from home. Because of this, I input the address in to Bonnie, (Bonnie is the name I affectionately call my GPS system). Well it seemed Bonnie was intent on taking me to the doctors, via the back roads. I was about 5 minutes out of town when I noticed that I was driving along a two way road, with the lushest farmland I had ever seen. Everything was as green as it could be, the sun was shining and the air was warm. I opened my sunroof to taken in the beauty of it, smell and all.

It did not take long for me to start to ponder. I began to ponder about work and all the changes going on. My stomach was pretty anxious because I knew that soon decisions were going to be made by upper management that I had no control over. I decided that I would hand this over to my Angels, I said “Angels, I would like you to take this anxiety away from me, I would like you to help me to remain calm no matter what the outcome of any of these decisions. Help me to accept what ever the changes are for better or for worse.

Not 30 seconds later, in the middle of a field of lush farmland, there stood a billboard all alone. No other structures could be seen as far as the eye could see. On that billboard read, “God blesses those best that leave the choice to him”. I had to giggle. In that instant I got it. I have no idea what the original thought behind the billboard was. It really was unimportant. In that moment, I had a feeling of absolute knowing, that all decisions that were being made were being made with divine guidance, for better, or for worse. I thanked my Angels out loud for their help and yes their promptness. I was seriously tempted to go back to work the same way I had come, to see if that sign was still there. Since work was in the other direction, I thought better of it.

You see, our Angels stand by quietly waiting for us to come out of our slumber and acknowledge their presence. They are filled with joy and happiness when we ask them for their help. If we do not ask for help, (unless faced with a dire emergency, such as you walk off a curb with a car careening toward you and it is not your time to depart this earth, your Angels can then take action), they are bound by our free will. They absolutely cannot intervene.

They want us to be happy and filled with joy; they want us to have what ever our hearts desire. They want to help us achieve those goals. But without permission they must stand back. It does not matter how large or how small the request. If what ever it is does not interfere with your life’s contract, your Angels are more than happy to lend a hand.

I think it would be safe to say that I talk and request things from my Angel’s fifty times a day. I ask for small things like parking spaces, no traffic, or the rain to stop long enough for me to get to my car. I ask for big things like, my son’s health and safe travels for my husband. When I ask for my son’s health (and just an FYI, you can ask for your Angel’s to help you out with one of your children), I say “Angel’s please go to my son now, and relieve him of any unnecessary pain, please send him comfort and peace during this time of struggle”. I know that much of a person’s pain is part of their life lesson and therefore can not be interfered with; however, it is indeed okay to ask for your Angel’s to take away any unnecessary pain. When I ask my Angel’s to safely escort my husband on his journeys, I simply ask that he travel in the safety of his Angel’s. Knowing that the request will be heard by my Angel’s and passed on to his.

You can ask your Angel’s to help in dealing with a difficult co-worker, neighbor or person in line at a check stand. Simply ask for help in accepting this person’s disposition, and then send them love and light. You will be amazed by the transformation of someone surround by love and light.

I know that some of you reading this think it just sounds too simple. Well, you are right, it is simple. I implore you to try it. Just be open enough to receive the answer and always know that the answer you are looking for may not always be the answer you get. You will soon discover that what ever answer you do get, will always be for your highest good.

Ask big; ask small, JUST ASK! And then thank them for their guidance. I promise the heavens will open and the sound of joy will saturate the universe.

Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri

When it all makes sense

It has been awhile, almost a month to be exact, since my last post. What a month it has been! Remember that whole vulnerability thing I talked about in the last blog? Yeah well, that was fun! Can you sense the sarcasm in my tone? Well, the good thing is I survived it. It seems, the shadow self of mine, is one very stubborn chick! We wrestled, we threw down, and we argued, but ultimately, I believe we ended up for a lack of a better word, frenemies (friend – enemies, combined).

There were many revelations and many Aha moments. Once I decided to face this nasty vulnerability and weakness in the eye, the tears subsided and a tenacious strength took hold. As situations started to occur (the universes way of getting things done) I found myself ready for battle. I took a defensive stance, no matter what the situation was.

Right after this process began I had a dream. In this dream I was in combat fatigues and I was hanging a graduation gown in a military locker. At first I hung the gown on the right side of the locker, backwards. I looked around and noticed that everyone else had theirs hanging on the left. As a result, I took the gown and moved it to the left side and hung it hanging forward. I knew that I was being sent off to war. Everyone was getting their things together, I had a choice of whether to pack my own bag of things to bring, or I could pick a bag that was already packed. I picked up the bag, (blue flannel material), and inside; there was a plastic toy telephone. I put down the bag thinking to myself that a toy plastic telephone was going to do me no good at all. I chose to pack the bag myself. (I know, big shock.)

This dream was telling me that I am prepared for conflict and ready for a fight, (combat fatigues). I was hanging up a graduation gown, which means I have graduated and am ready to let go of that which I was clinging to. At first I hung the gown on the right side and backwards. This means priority given to a supportive role. Then I moved the gown to the left side, hanging forward. This means a shift away from the rigid, established perceptions. I was being sent off to war, this translated, means an ongoing conflict. The flannel bag and the plastic telephone, points to interference in one's life and how it is communicated.

Vulnerability and weakness are definitely something that I have been in conflict with for a long time. By making the choice to face this shadow part of me, I could graduate from a place of fear to a place of confrontation. By keeping these parts of myself hidden, I was allowing my supportive role to take priority, instead of dealing with me. I am now shifting away from this ridged stance and confronting what needs to be confronted. Vulnerability and weakness was/is very much an interference in my life and apparently caused interference in how I communicated.

Many situations have arisen in the last 5 to 6 weeks that have lent it self to my squaring off with vulnerability and weakness. These situations showed no prejudice or favoritism, every part of my life seemed to be affected.

The beauty is that, as it was all happening, I was the observer. I took note of what was happening, and chose to surrender to the process. This in and of itself is not necessarily a new concept for me; however, it was very interesting to be the observer, the shadow and the first person. It was as if I was living the same life simultaneously through all three. Through this process I shed some skin, and skinned my knees, but for a few tears and on and off bouts of helplessness, I saw the lesson. I was aware, and I was present.

I would love to tell you that I am now whole, that my fear of vulnerability and weakness has been integrated, but that would be a mighty big untruth. My hope is that I have learned to accept this part of me, that I don't much like. My hope is that as things present themselves, I continue to go to source for guidance and strength. My really big hope is that, now that I have faced the big V, and the big W, I can get on with it.

As of late, forgiveness seems to be a recurrent theme. This seems to be a much kinder and gentler lesson. This lesson can be done during meditation, in my room, in my space and in my quiet. This lesson leaves me with a feeling of peace, a feeling of joy and a feeling of hope. Not just for me, but for all mankind. I am sure in the days to come; I will feel the need to blog further on the subject of forgiveness, but for right now, peace and love to all.

On a side note: With all that is happening in the world right now it is important to live in the world but not of it. Wear the world loosely around your shoulders as you would a cloak. Remember that thoughts are things and our world is our thoughts. Be aware of all of its happenings as you would the sunrise or the sunset. See the beauty, even if the fog covers the sunrise and clouds block out the sunset. Connect to source as often as possible and know that you are not alone. A new day is dawning, a new vibration has begun, and it is up to each one of us to continue to raise this vibration until there is heaven on earth.

Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri

Weakness and Vulnerability be careful what you ask for!

Last week I had the opportunity to listen to a seminar given by Robert Ohotto, author of “Transforming Fate into Destiny”. A friend of mine came over and we listened to it together. The seminar covered a lot of what his book offered, but, he dove deeper in to the material for us. Diana and I sat feverishly writing in our journals while he talked. Many times we would look at each other with the “aha” look on our faces. He spoke about how “fate” can be described as a hand of cards and “destiny” can be described as how you play that hand of cards. I could go on and on about the seminar that evening, but instead I would like to share one particular part of the seminar with you that was about confronting your shadow self.

About half way through the seminar, Robert walked us through a beautiful meet your shadow self meditation. We did the usual breathing to relax and center ourselves. Once this had been accomplished, we began our journey. I will now begin talking in the first person because honestly I have no idea what journey Diana was on, at this point. He instructed me (of course only in my minds eye) to walk out of the house and down to the curb, where the street turned in to a canal. A canoe arrived with one of my guides, a full fledged Indian Chief with the full ceremonial head dress. He did not speak; he simply quietly rowed me to an island that Robert instructed us to go to.

I got out of the canoe and walked through a heavily foliaged area. Robert then asked me to walk between two marble pillars that were in front of me (they only showed up once he mentioned them) and sit on a marble bench (also appearing after he mentioned it). I was then asked if I was ready to meet my shadow self or at least a part of my shadow self. I readily (in hindsight blindly) said yes. A little girl peeked out from behind a pillar; she had a great big smile on her face. She walked over to me and took my hands in hers. She had short curly blond hair with a wreath of flowers circling her head. She had on a long velvet red dress, with red paten leather shoes and white socks.

I was then to ask her “what part of my shadow self, she represented”. She took my face in her hands and said “I am your child shadow who is weak and vulnerable”. She then sat on my lap and put her head on my shoulder. We sat for a long while. I was then asked to have that shadow self turn in to a representation that I could carry with me so that I could become one with it. She immediately turned in to a ruby shaped like a diamond, with a crown of flowers around the point of the diamond. I held this in my hand.

Robert then brought us back to the canoe and then back to the house and ultimately in to the room where we began. Once back in to the room I immediately felt a swell of panic begin in my stomach. The seminar continued but I only half listened. I could only focus on the swell of panic that was growing steadily by the minute.

When the seminar had finished, I shared with Diana what I had experienced, and what I was still experiencing. (And to be honest as I write this, I can feel the panic welling up again in my stomach). In a flash many unpleasant memories came flooding in to focus, some of them I knew at the time that they happened that vulnerability would be the result, some took me by surprise. As at the time, I brushed them off as minor annoyances. This heightened the panic in my stomach. As I spoke to Diana, trying to walk through the process, I realized that my panic was because I was terrified to face the “weakness and vulnerability” within me.

For those of you who have read my other blogs, you know that I try to move forward and spend very little time dwelling in the past. One could say that it is possibly, or most likely a probability, that I stuffed this particular shadow self down as far as it would go. In my defense, I am sure survival was the culprit. These are uncomfortable emotions and feelings for me to deal with. It was very apparent to me that evening, and is still apparent, that it is tremendously uncomfortable. I lay in bed that night playing hide and seek with weakness and vulnerability, part of me hiding, part of me seeking. As the hours passed, I processed myself through this game, and came out the other side determined to stare this shadow self down and deal with it.

Little did I know I was about to be bombarded with weakness and vulnerability full on. It has since been tears, tears, tears and more tears. Literally, fighting back tears at every turn. Things that I would not normally react to, I am crying over. My husband jokingly said “Hey, I am the crier in the family, what's up”? Or maybe I said that to him about him, hell at this point I am not sure. Now, it is not to say that I don’t cry, it is just that usually I have some control over it.

My normally strong facade has come crumbling down around me. The strength that I have stubbornly exhibited during my son's illness has faltered (sorry about that son). The stoic me that can usually hold it together while I am around people is having a very difficult time being stoic. I honestly do not know when the next crying jag will be upon me. It is un-nerving at best.

Now that I am aware it exists, I am sorely tempted to send it back from whence it came. I am not particularly thrilled with this weaker more vulnerable me. I don't think it is all that attractive and, quite frankly, I am trying to figure out why it is even necessary in the first place.

Due to tightening in my stomach while writing this, I am quite certain that I have barely even scratched the surface of this shadow self. This keeps the panic alive; I know there is much processing to do. I know I need to figure out if I can live in harmony with this part of myself. My enlightened self says “of course you will” knowing of course that I need to integrate this shadow self in to the whole of who I am. The not so enlightened self says “Hell NO, this is not fun and I want no part of it”.

In the interest of moving forward, I guess I better sit down, shut up, tighten up the seatbelt and hold on, because this is going to be one hell of a ride.

Robert Ohotto said in his seminar, “We are not here in earth school for the security; we are here for the experience”. When he said this, Diana, and I looked at each other with that aha look on our faces. Well, folks if experience is what I am here for, I believe I am living up to my potential, like it or not.

Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri

PS for those who have inquired as to how Garrett is feeling; thank you for asking. He is fighting the good fight and winning. He has his good hours, he has bad hours. An in all everything is progressing as Dr. Alenov had hoped. One baby step leads to a bigger step and so on and so on. Thank you all for your healing thoughts, energy and prayers.

ENLIGHTENMENT...........

Last night a friend asked me what my definition of Enlightenment is. It seemed a simple enough question; however, I had to stop and think. What does Enlightenment mean to me?

Albert Einstein’s definition of enlightenment is: "A human being is a part of a whole, called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest... a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."

The lotus flower is used as symbol of enlightenment.
The lotus has its roots in the mud,Grows up through the deep water,And rises to the surface.It blooms into perfect purity and beauty in the sunlight.It is like the mind unfolding to perfect joy and wisdom.

The fact is if you look up enlightenment in the dictionary you will find many different definitions. I am pretty sure if you ask 10 people what their definition of enlightenment is; they would give you 10 different definitions.

So, I begin to ponder what enlightenment means to me. I believe that there are different levels of enlightenment. I believe that enlightenment is very individual to each person. As I write this I am hearing in my right ear; “it is a knowing, a knowing that everything that is happening or has happened in your life is as it should be”. Yes, I agree with that but there are those of us who choose to use, as Doreen Virtue says, “logic override”. When we use logic override, does it mean we are any less enlightened? I think the mere act of questioning the knowing is an act or a level of enlightenment. I know some people would say, “But, life is hard, I have problems that seem insurmountable”. I once read that problems are our greatest teachers in disguise. To recognize a problem as a lesson is an act or a level of enlightenment.

Letting go is an act of enlightenment. Often I have held on so tight to something that I truly believed to be of the utmost importance, only to find, that letting go was the bigger lesson. In order to let go we must trust in an infinite source of intelligence. That infinite source of intelligence is a web of energy, love and information surrounding the tiniest atom in the Universe. This is enlightenment. Enlightenment could be the simple recognition of the existence of the infinite.

I think enlightenment is being present; focusing on what is now and not what was or what may be. How often do we fret over what has happened in the past, instead of being joyous for what is happening now? How often have we missed “now” because we were busy looking ahead? Being present is an act or level of enlightenment.

Enlightenment is realizing, that we are all connected, connected to an infinite source of love and energy. Connected by one consciousness. It is when we believe that we are separate from each other, from the one consciousness, that suffering becomes a mainstay in our lives.

Embracing and facing our shadow self is an act or level of enlightenment. A facing of what we fear, yet, knowing that source will lead us to the light. A friend once said she is embracing what she fears the most, the ultimate experience of enlightenment. Pain I believe is the Universe’s way of saying, “Let Go”. Think of pain, be it emotional, mental or physical pain as the universe’s way of expediting change.

Embracing the positive instead of the negative is an act or level of enlightenment. It is the lack of awareness of our connection to source that sends us spiraling into the abyss of the negative. When we look for answers from outside, instead of from within, we get caught up in the victim trap. If we continue to be programmed with the same thoughts day after day, we create muck; we stay stuck in a situation that day after day seems to become worse and worse. The only way through the muck, to make room for anything else, is choosing to be responsible for your thoughts. Enlightenment begins by choosing empowering and freeing thoughts that allow for a space to open. A space that source can illuminate and transform the negative into the positive.

What does enlightenment mean to me?

1. Knowingness.
2. Letting go.
3. Being present.
4. Embracing that we are all connected.
5. Embracing and facing our shadow selves.
6. Embracing the positive instead of the negative.

I believe it is only a matter of when, not a matter of if, we are all enlightened, whether it is in this life or the next. Through this enlightenment we find answers we seek. I believe that we are children of God/Goddess, and as with our own children he/she seeks to provide us with everything we could ever need or want. We are given every opportunity to be enlightened; the universe will not allow us to sleep forever. It is our choice, our journey. We can choose to seek or simply live on a rollercoaster of chaos and confusion, which we may or may not be completely aware of. Enlightenment allows us, each of us, to live in a world of our making, good or bad. It allows us the choice, the choice to live free or live locked within walls of oblivious consciousness.

Love, Light and Angel Blessings Theri

Yikes, I am naked again!!!!!!

Last night I had a dream. It was disturbing in the sense that I was naked for some of it. I was at some sort of dance class, on a fair ground, and I was tremendously self conscious. However, people either did not notice or simply did not care that I was naked. There was a lady sitting at a table near the front of a grassy area where the dance class was to take place and some how I knew that she was a little crazy. She left the table and I immediately went over there because there was a dress, old, threadbare and torn down the back, on the back of the chair. None of this mattered, I just wanted to put it on. I felt immediate relief upon putting the dress on. I sat at the table for a minute. The lady who had been sitting there came back and she was very angry that I was sitting in her spot. I got up and hurried away, I was now in front of huge sound equipment, trying to find a Shania Twain song to play, so that people could dance. I turned to tell someone that I was having problems finding a song; I looked up and saw the lady from earlier on a roof top. She was wringing her hands and pacing, like she was trying to figure something out. I knew that she was contemplating jumping. Before I could say anything to anyone she ran and jumped off the roof, her arms open, like she was flying. I remember watching in horror, thinking oh my God, why did she do that? I ran around to the area where she had jumped and there was a swimming pool. I saw that she had landed in the pool but was at the bottom of it. Before I could get there, paramedics had arrived and were pulling her from the pool. One of the paramedics was carrying her; she was crumpled like a doll in his arms. The next thing I knew she was on a stretcher with her head wrapped in white bandage and they were working to revive her. I was amazed when she started to breathe. The next thing I knew I was in regular clothes and was either getting on a airplane or on my way to get on a airplane, though I really don't remember seeing the airplane.

I have been analyzing dreams for as long as I can remember. As a rule it comes pretty easily to me, especially if it is for someone other than me. For this one, I had to refer to my favorite dream analysis book called, “Mary Summer Rain on Dreams”. I probably have 10 dream books that I refer to; however, I seem to come back to this one the most. Once I had book in hand, I began to analyze this very odd dream. The first thing I do is list all the things that stand out in the dream for me:

Naked – open heart; nothing to hide, no agendas or ulterior motives.

Dance Class – (Dance – personal manner of expressing emotions –
(Class) subjects one requires better understanding of.

Lady – femininity and quiet reserve.

Crazy – (insanity) total loss of reality

Table –An element of support and convenience

Dress – (Clothing) indication in to one's personality, spirituality or physical condition.

Torn – Negative element pertaining to life.

Sound equipment – (Sound) reveals multiple messages – (Equipment) Tools or opportunities that one can utilize.

Song – Specific message.

Shania Twain – Not in book – a person in your dream usually stands for what ever the first thing you think of when you think of that person. For me my first thought is that she is beautiful, has a beautiful voice, but is unapproachable.

Fair grounds – “Fair ground” to work within; a good atmosphere that is conducive to success.

Roof top – (Roof) pertains to one's priorities; highest “capping” thoughts.

Wringing – An effort to get the most out of a life element.

Hands – Service done for others.

Pacing - Comes to underscore the futileness of such mental exertion. One needs more acceptance.

Jumping off – Impatience with one's path progression or advancement.

Pool – Quality and quantity of goodness; level of humanitarian interaction with the others.

Paramedic – A person who is capable of an immediate and knowledgeable response.

White bandage - (White)- purity and goodness- (bandage) - time for a wound to heal

Airplane – Highest ideals, attitudes and belief systems.

After listing what each part in the dream represents, it was time to figure out how it pertains to my life, or what I am being told. I truly believe our dreams are very informative. Some people say they never dream, others dream all the time. I dream from the moment I close my eyes until the moment I open them again. In the morning when I feel tired, I tell my husband that I had a busy night dreaming and am exhausted! He assumes I am kidding………..

I cheated and bounced the dream off both my husband and my son. Sometimes if I hear myself say it out loud it clicks. My husband, who at this moment is laid up with a hurt back, so he was definitely a captive audience. He listened intently and then had nothing, can't really blame him, I do this to him all the time. I then proceeded to relay the dream and the different elements in the dream to my son.

My son and I had a conversation just the other day about how we dummy ourselves down when it comes to our knowledge of metaphysical, the after life, energies, etc. One, because it keeps us from getting that deer in the headlights look. And two, because it keeps us from totally opening ourselves up for interrogation, and derogatory comments. We both know that it is not our intention to change, or persuade a person's beliefs or values. We truly believe that everyone is entitled to their own beliefs.

With that said, the meaning of the dream began to surface. Remembering, that everything and everybody in your dream pertains to yourself (unless it is a prophetic dream, which I have as well. Those dreams have a completely different feel to them), I could figure out that this dream spoke somewhat to the conversation my son, and I were having earlier in the week.

My dream's intent is to show me that I have nothing to hide; I have an open heart, with no agenda. However, I am self conscious about it, no one notices because I am the only one aware of it. I put on a worn, threadbare dress with a rip in it. This means that I put on a front that is well worn, and though it is torn, a negative aspect in my life; I am okay with it because, it is a comfortable relief. On account of this, I need to learn how to understand myself better, how to be my authentic self. I was chased away from the table, by the crazy lady, the part of me that is quiet and not real, and a convenient element of support. This dress represents convenience for me, an easy respite. I am searching for something that is perfect, yet unattainable, because, within me, I know that we all are already perfect. In the beginning of the dream, I knew I was in what seemed to be fair grounds. “Fair Grounds”, I am in a good place, a safe place, to be who, I know, I am. My highest thoughts are to make the most out of service to others. I am impatient; I feel that I am not progressing as fast as I should. I need to understand that it is futile to be thinking this way. I am where I am supposed to be, right now, in this space and time. I feel like I need to be perfect, that I need to know everything. In actuality, goodness and humanitarian interaction is something that I can and am able to do immediately. I know that there is more to the dream, I am sure the white bandage is important and as I ponder it, I am sure that it will come to me. I not only had this dream once, but twice in the same night, which is a clear indicator that the message is important.

All that, to discover that I need to be my authentic self, be who I am, not be self conscious, and not to lean on my old standbys. Ultimately, I need to stick with my highest ideals, attitudes and belief systems (I was heading for the airplane). It sounds like a whole lot of dream, for such a simple message. But, that is how it works.

The dream was long, interpreting it even longer and the message deep. I for one am exhausted! Can’t there just be a note left under my pillow? I promise I will read it!!!!

Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri

The Shadow knows!

Last evening, I got together with a few of my friends for Dinner. We became friends when we all took a Therapeutic Coaching Class in 2006-2007. It did not take long for a bond to form; now these are my confidantes, my friends, my support group, my sounding board, my shoulder to cry on, my sisters, my brothers, and whom I lovingly call “my peeps”. Much pondering has occurred after a get together. Last night was no exception. I find that I can be filled with uncertainty, regarding my path, my destiny, my future as a healer, until that is, I sit with my friends. It is at that point that everything becomes crystal clear. I find myself with absolute clarity when I bounce things off them. I find that they bring something out in me, that I can only describe as clarity. Last night I found myself talking about the shadow self, manifesting, and the need for all of us to move forward, with the knowledge we have now, instead of waiting until we become experts, or until we feel comfortable with the knowledge we have already acquired. My mind was clear, and there was an absolute knowing in my heart, that what I was saying was spot on.

In an effort to practice, what I preach, I am going to spread the word, even if it just to the 2 people that read my blog, and I am pretty sure one of them is my husband!

In the last blog, I talked about one of the classes I had attended, taught by author, Robert Ohotto. I touched on some of what he talked about regarding the “shadow self”. That part of us, that some of us would prefer not discuss to let alone acknowledge. However, in order to be whole, we must face it. The shadow self is not something to be feared, it is what in most situations allows us to grow.

Dr. Carl G. Jung describes the shadow self as, everything in us that is unconscious, repressed, undeveloped and denied. These are dark rejected aspects of our being as well as light, so there is positive undeveloped potential in the Shadow that we don't know about because anything that is unconscious, we don't know about.

Personally, I believe, that part of our shadow selves, reside in what irritates, bothers, and angers us in other people. Countless times, I have found myself; irritated with someone, due to things that I dislike about myself. By confronting this and taking responsibility for it, I can experience my “shadow self”, thus learning from it and bringing it light and love instead of fear and uncertainty. I am not saying that it is an easy feat, or that I am always successful, actually if I were to guess, I would say, I am unsuccessful more than I am successful. However, I do know that once I realize it, and acknowledge it, I am more apt to react differently the next time a like situation comes up, if indeed it bothers me at all. Most times, and again not always, when I find myself, completely out of sorts, due to the way someone is acting or on account of the way someone is talking. I try to stop, and consider, what that person is mirroring back to me. What is it about that person that I see in myself? Sometimes it is lack of self esteem, sometimes it is quick judgments, sometimes it can be something minor, but often times it is something that I am not aware of, something I keep buried, and yes, it can be ugly and embarrassing. It is at those times that the growing and learning takes place. The recognition and confrontation of the “shadow self”. Each time this happens, and I work up the courage to confront, what must be confronted, I find a piece of myself, a piece of me that eventually, hopefully, will make up the whole. What we resist, will persist, and resisting the “shadow self” is no exception. Moreover, on a larger scale, is a part of us that is badly needed.

This of course is not to say that the “shadow self” is always dark. Think about the people that we are drawn to. They also, are mirroring us. This is, from all that I have learned is the light “shadow self”, a part of ourselves that we may not even realize exists. Yet, is a part that is love and light. For instance; my husband is, loving, caring, responsible, compassionate, and respectful. These are all traits and behaviors that I believe I possess. I may not always be aware of them, and for that matter, I am pretty sure these things did not play into my conscious equation, but, when I met my husband, I was attracted to these qualities in him and vice versus. We where in essence, attracted to the light, “shadow self” in each other. It is also highly likely that, the dark “shadow selves” make themselves known while mirroring each other. Think about how many conflicts could be resolved in relationships; if, we recognized this from the get go.

You see, we not only have to acknowledge and take responsibility for the dark “shadow self”, we also, need to acknowledge and take responsibility for our light “shadow self”. In both we can learn and grow. A good way to discover your “shadow self”, is to ask a few of your best friends, who love you, to describe you, I mean, really, truly, honestly, describe you. I am pretty sure, there will be aspects they describe, that make you tense and anger you. You may be convinced that this is not you at all, in fact; you will be down right hostile defending yourself. And, that is okay, at first, but if you pay attention, you will see a pattern emerge over time. Your “shadow self” will make sure like situations arise time and time again, until they are confronted. It is that emotional charge, that charge you feel deep in your solar plexus, that begins the knowing. This takes time, sometimes, a life time. The “shadow self”, is neither good nor bad, right nor wrong, pure nor evil, it just is. Every single person on this planet has a “shadow self'. If knowledge is power, then knowing your “shadow self”, discovering it, reaching out for it, searching for it and growing with it, is one very big step to owning your power.

We can't change people, we can only change ourselves. The more we know about ourselves the more choices we have. If we chose to know our “shadow selves” we then open up options and choices we never knew existed. Blame would be placed exactly where it belongs. We are 100 responsible for our actions, no one can make us do or say anything we don't want to. If we look inside, instead of outside, for what prevents movement in our lives, I believe that ultimately we can become whole. I heard someone ask a question once, “would you rather be happy or would you rather be whole?' My answer is whole; for if you are not whole, if you are not complete, if you do not own all that you are, can you truly be happy?

Jesus said “You will know the truth and the truth will set you free”. I believe that knowing and learning about your “shadow self” will do just that.

Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri.

Where did it go?

Sit back and relax, this is a long one.

Recently I had the opportunity to attend a conference held by Hay House, called “You Can Do It”, in Las Vegas NV. It consisted of classes as well as seminars. I attended a day long class with Colette Baron-Reid author of “Messages from Spirit” on Friday. I then attended several classes as well as seminars on Saturday and Sunday. Saturday’s classes were with Brian L. Weiss MD author of “Many Lives, Many Masters” and Robert Ohotto author of “Transforming Fate into Destiny”. The keynote speaker for the evening was Doreen Virtue (I have and have read every one of her books, yes, I admire her work) author of, “The Lightworkers Way”. Sunday I had classes with Jonathan Ellerby Ph.D. author of “Return to the Sacred” and John Holland author of "Power of the Soul: Inside Wisdom from an Outside World”

To tell you my mind was spinning by Sunday evening would be an understatement. Is there such a thing as being too enlightened? If so, that is where I was by Sunday evening. For those of you who know me, you know me to be sensitive and open. I have been known to be extremely intuitive; you see I have a tremendously close relationship with my Angels and Guides. I went to these classes in hopes of bonding and meshing with like minded people. I went hoping to find direction and clarity. My husband kidded me for weeks; that I was heading for the “Mother Ship”.

Day 1 - My first mistake of course (and I know better) was to anticipate and yes, expect, what was to transpire. My first day there, I was seated in about the sixth row, fourth seat in from the aisle. A pretty good spot, however I was smooshed in like a sardine. The people around me were very friendly, so it was not too bad, ‘yet’. You see, when I am amongst large groups of people (and their people, you know the unseen ones) I tend to get overwhelmed with energy, which makes my head feel like an explosion waiting to happen. Now here I was in a room, (banquet room size) with a large group of people (and their people’s, people). My head, as per usual, started to pound about a half hour in to it. I was trying to ignore it because one, I had been looking forward to this for months, two, because the teacher was Colette Baron-Reid, whom, I am certain, I have known before, (This life I am but a face in the crowd, she has no idea that I have this gnawing feeling and probably never will, but I know and that works for me), and three, because I think she is a incredibly interesting, intelligent, down to earth, genuine and funny woman. (I highly recommend her book “Message from Spirit”).

Class began at ten and by noon my head was absolutely pounding off my shoulders. I thought I might sneak away at lunch break and try to get a meditation in, to see if I could clear some of the energy. However, that was not meant to be, for various reasons. Colette did show us some energy clearing exercises that did help a little bit, though, at that point I am pretty sure that anything short of a wind tunnel was not going to work. Like I said, the people sitting around me were very friendly and seemed genuine. But, the energy was closing in on me, I was feeling more and more the need to pull back and cocoon myself. We did some exercises to show people how to pick up on other people’s energy. For me, I had way too much energy circling me as it was, but, I was there, and I was going to get as much out of the class as possible, so I did my best to be present. We did a couple of exercises, i.e. holding an article from our assigned partners in order to get information; I got nothing, nada, zilch, zero. Totally ridiculous! I assumed it was because my head was pounding so badly that nothing was getting through. Colette was very engaging and fun. And I am considering taking her intensive class; however I will follow my gut when it is time to make a decision. The day ended and instead of sticking around for the keynote speaker, Dr. Wayne Dyer, I headed back to the room. I was fantasying about cutting a whole in the top of my head and letting the steam escape. Once I was away from the crowds and back in my hotel room my head began to calm down.

That night I tried to sleep, but instead, I had a horrific panic attack that kept me up most of the night- not terribly uncommon when I am around that much energy. I can’t imagine what the day would have been like if I had not grounded and surrounded myself with protection that morning.

Day 2 - Morning rolled around, which seemed impossible, because I had only about 2 hours of sleep. I made sure I grounded myself, meditated and surrounded myself with protection, hoping that would ensure that my day would not be a replay of the day before. By now, expectation had waned; I was not totally sure what the day would produce. My first class was with Dr. Brian Weiss, the author of many books that I have read. I had read his book “Many Lives, Many Masters” years ago. It was one of those books you pass around to everyone you know, because it made so much sense and you want everyone to experience what you had while reading the book, so it was exciting to be attending one of his classes. I decided that I should sit in the back so that I could bypass whatever energy might be lurking about. Last row, the nearest person to me was 5 chairs away. Dr. Weiss is a very soft spoken guy, probably from years of doing hypnosis. The room was the same size as the day before so I strained in order to hear him. Sitting in the back was not near as appealing as it had been earlier. From what I could hear he was pretty interesting, he talked about past lives etc. The class was 2.5 hours long, so a lot of information was given in a short period of time. We did a group past live regression; guess what came through for me? Nothing, nada, zilch, zero. Okay seriously, I did not even have a headache! Lots of people had a mind blowing experience; did I mention I did not?

Now I am thinking, what the heck is going on? I am feeling out of place, (and as my husband says, I was amongst my peeps). I felt a tremendous need to be alone. I didn’t really want to start up any conversations with anyone and only really spoke when spoken to, (honestly, I can stand in line in a store and know the complete history of the person standing in front of me and behind me before I even put my groceries down) and to top it off I was getting absolutely nothing energetically or otherwise for that matter. This was truly confusing to me.

My second class of the day was taught by Robert Ohotto, author of “Transforming Fate to Destiny”. I don’t really remember signing up for this class, but when my schedule came in the mail, it appeared that I had, I trusted that the powers that be felt it necessary I take this class, apparently I had something to learn. I honestly had never even heard of him until this seminar, (sorry Robert). Again I chose to sit in the back as to keep the energy from spinning around my head. I have to say I was pleasantly surprised! This guy was a great speaker, energetic, funny, and tremendously knowledgeable. Most importantly for me, I got it; I absolutely understood what he was talking about. I had several “Aha”! moments in that 2.5 hour class. He talked a lot about the Shadow self and how we relate to it and how once we begin work with our shadow self, creative obstacles pop up to stretch us, Wow, I have certainly lived that! But if I were to be totally honest, I did not necessarily agree with everything he was saying, which of course is perfectly okay with me, because the questioning always brings me deeper and as you all know by now, I am the President of the “I need to ponder this” Club. Once I have pondered, I am sure I will blog on it. Needless to say, I went directly to the book store and bought his book. I would have loved to sit down and had a conversation with him. I can’t see that ever happening, but it would have been a spirited and fun debate. I was also extremely relieved that there were no exercises to do in the class, I was batting 0 for 2 for the weekend and really was not up for making it 0 for 3. Oh and single girls…..not that I noticed because I am a happily married woman, but this guy…..very easy on the eyes. I swear, I only paid attention for all my single friends……Nothin but love for ya girls!!

Luckily, my headache had not returned, and now it is time for Doreen Virtue’s Seminar, author of “The Lightworkers Way”, and several dozen more books. Have I mentioned how much I admire this woman? If I haven’t, I truly admire this woman. She was the keynote speaker that night. Because I had paid for an all access pass, I was able to sit in the 2nd row (for this, I did not care if I got an energy headache), first seat near the aisle. AWESOME! She was awesome. She introduced her son, who until recently had been in Europe teaching Angel Therapy classes. They are going on tour together soon, if you have an opportunity to catch their speaking engagement, I highly recommend it. She did not disappoint, she was engaging, funny, intelligent and an unassuming speaker. She spoke from experience; she spoke out of genuine love for those of us seeking and those of us who are not yet seeking. Her light shown bright and it was inspirational to see and hear her. I could go on and on about Doreen and this seminar, but lucky you, I will save it for another blog. I will say however, run, don’t walk, find anything she has written, you will be glad you did. Also, a side note, there were no exercises to do during that seminar either, phewwww, still only 0 for 2.

Day 3 – My first class was with Jonathan Ellerby, Ph.D., author of “Return to the Sacred”, again this is a class I don’t remember signing up for, however there I was, signed up for it. Again, I just needed to trust that there was something I needed to learn. I had never heard of Jonathan until that day, (sorry Jonathan). His book is not due out until September, so he had to resort to a power point screen, to talk about his book. Again, I found myself understanding what he was talking about, but not totally agreeing with everything he said. His experiences were physically challenging; spending days in the wilderness, no food, no water, seeking answers to his questions. His experiences were nothing short of amazing and inspirational. One of the things he talked about, that stuck with me was “When we look at the unchanging existence from the outside, we call it God. When we look at it from the inside we call it self, when actually it is but one”. Pretty deep stuff! I will buy his book when it comes out, I have no doubt I will feel the need to ponder after immersing myself in it. You got it, this will also be a future blog.

The next class was being taught by John Holland, Psychic-Medium, author of “Power of the Soul: Inside Wisdom from an Outside World”. Now, as a rule, I pick up very quickly when there are unseen visitors in the room, I sometimes sense them, I sometimes see them, I sometimes hear them, depending on the day and how in tune I am that day. Keep in mind that all the people in the room, (a very big room), that day were there anxiously hoping that a message would come through from a loved one that had passed, so logically it would make sense that the room would be over flowing with visitors. Makes sense right? Yep, you guessed it, my tuners were on the blink, I picked up exactly nothing, nada, zilch, and zero. This, if I had not already been paranoid about not picking up a thing in any of the other classes I attended, would have been just fine by me. But, I was now 0 for 3. What the heck was happening? John was fabulous, absolutely dead on, no pun intended. He was entertaining as all get out, but was absolutely serious about what he does. Though nothing came through for me or to me that day, I would see John again in a heart-beat, not so I could receive a message from beyond, but just to watch him work. The word amazing does not do him justice. I know I sound like a broken record, but, if you have a chance to see him work, take it. You will be glad you did. He has the most beautiful light about him and is as down to earth as anyone I have ever met. After the class, he, as did all the authors after each class, sat down and did a book signing. This was the 5th book that I was having signed that weekend, so the spelling of my name Theri, (pronounced Teri) tended to throw people. When I handed him my book, he said, Theri (correctly), I was taken aback, more than once over the weekend I had to pronounce my name correctly. I said “Wow, that is amazing, no one ever says my name correctly”, he just smiled and said “I am psychic remember”. I know this is something he will never remember because he sees thousands of people a year. But it will be one of those memories that I will always refer back to when the name John Holland is brought up. What can I say, it’s the little things. And I might add, it did lessen the burden I was carrying around. You remember, the 0 for 3 burden.

The last seminar wrapped up and I had some time before I met up with my husband and his parents to celebrate their 45th Wedding Anniversary. I called my son to see how he was feeling and to chat about my confusion. I explained to him that I simply could not figure out what was up with me. Though the weekend had been extremely enlightening, and that I was tremendously glad I went, I simply did not feel like I had any more clarity about the next step in my life than I had before I went. No matter where I am, it never feels like I fit in, I never feel like I have found my nitch, I was so hoping this weekend would help me find it. I was rambling on and on probably sounding a little frustrated, when he interrupted me and said “Mom, maybe you were meant to be there so you would know what you are not suppose to do in the grand scheme of things. Maybe you did not get anything intuitively in any of your classes because if you had, it would have distracted you from whatever direction you are suppose to be going”. And there it was, that AHA moment when every thing comes together. Of course! If something had come through, if I had gotten even a inkling that I was to go in this direction, or that direction, I most likely would have followed it. Oh, I know, eventually I would have realized it or my Angels would have strongly nudged me on, but it was nice to realize it earlier than later.

On my flight home I decided to listen to the Angel Therapy meditation by Doreen Virtue, which I had picked at the on site book store, so that I could unwind and ……wait for it……yes, ponder! Once I dropped in to meditation, I immediately started getting visions of past lives, one right after the other, not that any of them made any sense, but I was elated that my block had lifted. I wrote them all down when I finished meditating. I assume that they will all become clear to me at some point, but I can’t help but think that it was my Angels, guides, teachers or masters, way of showing me that all was well. For now, I am good with that, I am just thankful and happy that I did not lose my gifts somewhere between Minneapolis/St. Paul airport in Minnesota and McCarron Airport in Las Vegas.

At the end of the guided meditation, Doreen instructs you to ask the Angels if they have a message for you; I did this immediately (seriously, I was on a roll, I was soaking it all up). The first thing I saw was a beautiful eagle soaring through the sky, as it was flying, a baby eagle fell out of it’s stomach (yes, I know birds are hatched) the baby eagle started to hurtle to the ground in a spin, the wings were tiny, and as I watched the tiny eagle, the wings grew, and grew until he too was soaring through the sky. I looked up and above the smaller eagle was the original eagle flying high enough to watch over the small eagle. I wondered why the bigger eagle did not swoop down to help the baby eagle while it was spinning and hurtling to the earth. It was then that I realized, had the original eagle done that, the smaller eagles wings may not have grown so quickly, thus stunting it’s progress. Once again the "Aha"! moment was upon me. For three days I struggled, trying to figure out what was going on. I felt nothing. I saw nothing. I heard nothing. In an instant I was reminded, I am being watched over. If "Universe" had swooped in to help and simply told me what my lessons were, my wings may not have grown, therefore how could I ever soar!

I looked up the Eagle totem: Eagle, Spirit, Healing, Creation, the eagle is the symbol of the zenith. A great reminder of your own ability to soar to great heights. Eagles are messengers from heaven and are the embodiment of the spirit of the sun. Its four-toed feet remind you to stay grounded even when soaring high; its talons remind you to grasp the things of the earth; its sharp beak shows you when to speak, how much, and how strongly. This totem will show you opportunities and how to ride the winds to your benefit. Eagle people can live in the realm of spirit, yet still remain connected and balanced within the realm of the Earth. You must become much more than you ever dreamed possible.

I believe my lesson comes through loud and clear.

Love, Light and Angel Blessings Theri

How do we let go, and let God, for those we love?

Several times a month I receive a news letter from www.whatsuponplanetearth.com/latest.htm
(Well worth reading if you are so inclined), basically this news letter talks about the energy here on planet earth and how it affects us. I really have no idea who sent it to me in the first place. But if that person is reading this and you know it is you, I thank you. Each time I read a new edition, I am blown away by how accurately it fits in to my life. I derive great comfort in reading this two page bit of information. I am sure you have all felt the energy shift, the vibrational pull that seems to have sent everything off kilter. I have felt it as well. I have had aches and pains that are new to my body, panic attacks that wake me up in the middle of the night or hinder my going to sleep. I have felt the need to cocoon myself, to hide out to point the of being unsociable. Sleep seems, oh, so inviting at every hour of the day. It is the vibration change on the planet that is causing all of this and because I am hyper sensitive to it all, I am literally experiencing vibration overload.

What brings me speeding in to this newest bit of pondering is this: in the newsletter
there is an excerpt that talks about how things are falling apart all around us. We are literally watching loved ones hit rock bottom.

Excerpt from “What’s Up on Planet Earth” - The old and lower vibrating energies are rapidly falling away. If we continue to be in their space, if only by our presence alone, then we will only serve to keep them afloat awhile longer. This will hinder the process and delay it as well as serve to make us very uncomfortable along with those we are trying to assist. Hitting rock bottom for many will be the only way up and out. This can be a very challenging situation for those bearing much light, as in the worlds where we originated, we only know ways of assistance, service, deep caring, support, and love for our brothers and sisters. Watching suffering can be a deep and uncomfortable challenge indeed, but it can also be about honoring and respecting the journey of another.

Here is where I will tell you about the last 7 days. I am not telling you this for pity as that is an emotion I don’t want to own. However, I tell you this as to help you understand my pondering and frustration. I have recently learned that my nephew, whom I talked a little bit about in my last blog, has been diagnosed with Aplastic Anemia. He has been hospitalized since 6/16. He underwent a bone marrow biopsy, blood transfusions, and many other invasive medical tests. This kid is 23-years old and up until a month ago held down a full time job. Unfortunately at the time of his diagnoses he was not employed or insured. Think about that for a moment an uninsured 23-year old, in need of medical assistance in America! He was told point blank by the financial person at the hospital he was at. That he was not eligible for financial assistance because he is over 21 and an American citizen. The financial representative did not word it quite that way, but I will leave it up to your imagination how it was told to him, and it was not the least bit flowery. The financial burden that is about to come crashing down on him is daunting at best. My sister is a complete mess! Both of their worlds are truly falling apart.

Is this what hitting rock bottom means for my nephew and my sister?

A dear friend of ours was just diagnosed with, for lack of a better term, brain cancer; 10 days ago she appeared to be, by all accounts doing wonderfully. She had battled bone cancer in the past, but seemed to triumph over that. She was in the process of training for a triathlon. In the blink of an eye she began to have seizures, she is now in intensive care in a coma; with a prognoses of never coming out of it and her days precariously close to being at an end.

Is this what hitting rock bottom means for her family and friends?

My youngest step son is grieving because his beloved 3rd grade teacher died of cancer on Monday. He does not totally understand it, however he knows that his heart hurts and he is very sad. He told his Dad that he hates funerals because everyone is so sad and it makes him tired. His Dad asked him if he had ever been to a funeral, his answer “Well no, sorta of, I have been to three of them around the toilet”. When his fish died, this was his ritual. His fish dying is how he relates to grief, imagine now what this 7 year olds feels knowing that someone he loved and respected has died.

Is this what hitting rock bottom means for a 7 year old?

Literally over the last 2 days we have learned that 3 other people we know have either slipped in to comas or fallen or fallen ill in one way or another.

Is this what hitting rock bottom means for these people?

A friend’s Mother lives in the flood ridden Mid-West. Her house was all but destroyed. The pictures were heart wrenching. When the insurance adjusters came out they told her none of it was covered, because her house had flooded because the floods caused the sewers next door to back up, thus causing her house to flood. Does this seem unfair to anyone but me? What is she to do now?

Is this what hitting rock bottom means for her?

My heart bleeds for each and every one of these people; my instincts are to reach out. Yet, something holds me back, I don’t know what that something is, I just know it is much higher and wiser than I am at this moment. I teeter between frustrations with the world, frustrations with the health care system in this country, frustrations with our government and feeling thankful that my life is so blessed. All of this touches me at the deepest level. The empathy I feel is almost paralyzing sometimes, yet, something within me whispers “rest child, all will be well”. Is it okay for everything to be well with me while others are suffering so deeply? Can my prayers for them ease their pain? I think not.

I find solace in those prayers, solace in the knowledge that these journeys were pre-destined. But still my heart breaks for all those who are suffering. I find it extremely difficult to step back even a step, as to not interfere with others journey. My heart knows I must. I know that the only words of comfort I can give them is to connect to source, to find the inner God-spark within them that will give them strength. These people want answers, answers that only God can give them, the God the dwells within them. I pray that God sends angels of comfort to all those precious souls who need comfort. I pray that I will know when too much is too much and not enough is not enough. I must let go and let God, this I have done so many times when I personally hit rock bottom, and now, I must let go, and let God, when the ones I hold dear hit rock bottom. And for this mere mortal, this letting go for their sake is harder than letting go for mine.

May all who read this say an extra prayer for those amongst us that are facing their darkest days.

May God bless and heal the world in a swift and gentle manner.

Love, Light and Angel Blessings
Theri