Campaign for Love & Forgiveness

Yesterday, I found this great website called: Campaign for Love & Forgiveness. I found it very comforting and thought I should add this to my blog. I hope that it can help others let go of the past. I talk about my past in my blog, not because I hold on to it, but rather, to help inspire others. I have a very interesting story about struggle & triumph.

I face everyday challenges, but this time, I let it pass me quickly and not worry so much. Having said that, I am not perfect - far from it. There are still things that I carry around but I do work hard in finding ways to let go, one by one. When times that I can't seem to let go quickly, I give my worries to God and know that it will be ok.

I end my blog with quotes from Caroline Myss and Peter Occhiogrosso:

"How much of your precious day do you invest in the past? Everything from your past except wisdom and love has long since served its purpose. Witness what calls to you from yesterday and why."

"Today is for observation. Where does your mind wander naturally - into fear or fantasy, humor or stress? Follow your mind, and observe where it goes to feed itself. Do you like what you see?"

At 21 years old...

At 21 years old...

I thought I was old enough.
I thought I knew everything.
I thought I would be loved.
I thought I was in love.

At 21 years old...

I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.
I gave trust to the father of my child.
I gave my feelings of hope and wishful thinking.
I gave myself heartache.

At 21 years old...

I realized I was never going to be alone anymore.
I realized that my daughter depended on me.
I realized that I had to grow up - FAST.
I realized that I had to stay strong.

The father of my child left me when I was 6 months pregnant. He cheated on me while I was pregnant and told me he didn't want me to have the baby anymore. I was hurt. I was angry. I felt alone during my pregnancy. He did not support me during the pregnancy. So many emotions... so much pain... so much anger...

Why did God want this to happen? I asked...

Because it taught me to be strong.
Because it taught me to be independent.
Because it taught me to know the meaning of love.
Because it taught me to ask God for help.

I've learned that the father of my child was one my teachers to teach me life lessons.

He taught me to be patient.
He taught me what love is not.
He taught me that betrayals existed.
He taught me to forgive.

For my teacher:
The one who hurt me.
The one who played me.
The one who disrespected me.
Thank you for teaching me ways to improve my life. I wouldn't be where I am today without you...

National MS Society - Make a Difference

The National MS Society addresses the challenges of each person living with MS. In 2006 alone, through the national home office and 50 state network of chapters, nearly $126 million was devoted to programs that enhanced more than one million lives to move us closer to a world free of MS, the Society also invested more than $46 million to support 380 research projects around the world.

My best friend registered for the MS Waves to Wine Ride on September 13-14, 2008. I hope that you can donate money to this great cause. He needs $170 to make his goal. If you make a donation, I will credit $10 off to your next private session (Medium, Reiki, or Tarot).

Please click on the link to donate: http://main.nationalmssociety.org/site/TR?px=4358528&pg=personal&fr_id=9066

Countless Birthday Gifts

I feel blessed everyday. I have all that I need and all that I want. I woke up to a brand new day. Today is my birthday, and it's a time to reflect on all the many blessings I've received so far. I celebrate my day filled with gratitude. I thank God that I made it through another night. I woke up to my love next to me.

This morning, Ryan opened our bedroom door with Charlie giving me a big lick in the face (ech!)... Mark, Khaela, and Ryan sat on the bed while they watched me open my cards and gifts. Charlie was also in our room sleeping (lol)... I got so many wonderful gifts. Most of all, I know that I am loved by my family. They give me so much love everyday.


I am thankful for all the wonderful gifts. There are so many things to thank for, but here are just a few:

1. My 36th year of existence.


2. I'm healthy - no pain, no aches.


3. I can see, hear, smell, and sense.


4. My love of my life, Mark, who supports me in everything I do.


5. My beautiful daughter, Khaela, who teaches me to be strong.


6. My wonderful son, Ryan, who give me love everyday.


7. My coolest dog ever, Charlie, who makes me smile.


8. My great friends, who I can always count on.


9. Preying Thunder, my spirit guide who guides me to my journey.


10. My home, to keep me safe - day & night.


11. My teachers, who teach me life lessons everyday.

There are hundreds of things I can list...

I'm thankful for this day, that I live in the light of God.

Who's in Control?

Stop.

Listen.

Breathe.

Enjoy.

Remember to stop and listen to what surrounds you. Quiet your mind. Take a moment to realize you're not alone. You are loved. You are cared for. Energy surrounds us everyday.

You are in control of what the day ahead brings. Try your best to find joy in everything you do. Find the time to stop and listen. Don't forget to breathe. Change your feelings when things go bad. I personally, have moments when I think I'm way too busy to do something. It's practice and determination.


You can't control others, even at times when you wish you could. You can only control YOU. Never mind what others have or don't have. Find happiness, find joy.


Accept and let go. Don't hold a grudge. When someone hurts you, send them loving thoughts in return. Remember that the best teachers to give you life lessons are the people who hurt you.


I end this blog with a quote from Iyanla Vanzant:

"Until today, you may have been holding on to something or someone, not realizing that its purpose in your life has been served. Just for today, surrender all attachments to the people and things you've been struggling to hold on to."

How I Became A Medium: Trust and Patience

I had 2 online businesses before I accepted my life calling as a spiritual medium. I owned a party favors business called Happy Times Designs for 7.5 years. I created and designed party favors for all occasions and would sell it online nationwide and retail stores around the bay area. In the past 2 years, I also added another business as an eBay Trading Assistant with a company called, FoundValue. Both businesses were doing very well. It kept me busy and it helped with paying the bills. I enjoyed both of them very much.

All my life, however, I've always heard voices and sensed other spirits around me and other people. I struggled to believe what I was feeling, hearing, and seeing was right. I really wasn't sure if I was just imagining everything in my head...

I told only a few close friends that I trusted about my abilities. I was really worried about what people would think of me if I told them what I heard, sensed, and felt. I didn't want people to think I was crazy... As years pass, it felt that my ability to hear, feel, and sense were getting stronger.

One morning, I was upstairs in my room working on my laptop, listing things on eBay when suddenly, my spirit guide showed up in my room. I can't see him physically, but I knew his presence. He said "Time to close shop. It's time for you to do what you are supposed to be doing with your life" - I was so flabbergasted to hear what I heard. I thought about it for a few hours that day. Into the evening I told my husband what I had heard that morning. We both were a little reluctant about closing my businesses and not having enough money to cover our bills. We were a little hesitant, but, we both knew that it was the right thing to do.

When I closed my businesses, I had questions for my spirit guide and he answered them:

Q: How will people find me?

A: Trust and Patience

Q: How will I get my name out there?

A: Trust and Patience

Q: How will people act when I tell them what I do?

A: Trust and Patience

When I finally heard his answers, I did what I was told... He first helped me with creating a myspace account. With very little knowledge of html codes, I was able to design a myspace page within 1 hour, with of course, the help of my spirit guide. I couldn't have designed it that fast if it was just me... He guided me to meet the right people at the right time. He guides me in all my everyday life, even while I post my blog.

I trust.

Trust is important in my work, and without it, I can't be what I am today. When I began to trust, amazing things happened. All GREAT things happened!

Remember to trust and be patient - all things happen at the right time.

Cold Box ~ Warm Heart

April of Last year, I was encouraged by my spirit guide to share my story about my experiences. I started to write some of the things on a word document but didn't know what I would do with them afterwards. Over a year later, here I am...

I am going to copy and paste a couple of stuff that I wrote here on my blog.

I hope it helps anyone reading this to have faith, all will be okay!

Quietly I lay in this dark cold box. I could see my warm breath as I exhale through the cold air. The sound of cars passing through with their headlight shining towards me, I prayed. “Please watch over me and keep me safe” I requested. I quietly laid there almost motionless, as I gloomily asked Him how I ended up inside the trunk of a 1987 Chevy Corsica. Where do I go from here?

Waking up to the shine of another lovely day, I thanked Him. The beauty of God shined before me as I sat behind the wheel to reflect on my new day. My frail cold fingers ran between my frozen strands. My stringy hair at times had icicles on the end - the size of tiny teardrops. A calming voice told me daily that I’d be okay and to hang on to what little I had. But I would ask again, where do I go from here?

My family and small group of friends knew nothing about my ordeal. I didn’t want to go back to where I came from. I felt that I could handle this on my own as I had a strong belief that God would be there even in bad times. With these feelings, I felt secure to move on. With no home, no job, and feeling alone at age nineteen was frightening. Where do I go from here?

Six moths have passed as I continued to call my Corsica my home. The dark night welcomed me as I drove around for new surroundings to call it an evening. As I passed by neighborhood homes, nearby gas stations, not one was safe enough for me to park. I headed towards a parking lot and saw a familiar face. An acquaintance I’ve met months before. He came towards me as I nervously smiled at him hoping he wouldn’t see right through me. With a friendly smile, he stated that he hadn’t seen me for a while. “Where have you been, where are you staying?!” he demanded. I struggled to come up with an answer. I heard a voice telling me to tell him the truth. Not understanding why I heard what I heard, I glanced back at this friendly face as I started to stutter. My voice was shaky and I teasingly said, “You’re looking at it!” I began to laugh as if it was not a big deal. What came over me? I was so embarrassed that I told him where I had lived. I was ready to drive off and shake off my humiliation.

An awkward silence, he looked at me with pity. As I watched him look at me, he asked me to give him a ride home from work. He offered me a dinner at his home and asked me to stay the night. Because I was hungry and haven’t eaten a good meal for a while, I sheepishly accepted to have dinner but graciously declined the overnight stay.

Walking up the winding stairs, I began to miss how it was like to live at home. The warmth of the heater subtly blowing through my neck made me feel sheltered. I sat on the comfortable couch looking around the cozy living room. My friend sat with me as he tried to entertain me with pictures of his family. He told me that his parents would be home soon and we would eat with them. I heard the door open and close as I started hearing footsteps coming up from the stairs. My nerves began to shake and I started to feel uncomfortable. “What would they think of me?” I thought. I was ready to leave and stood up off the couch and started to tell David that I was ready to leave.

As I started to tell David how anxious I had become, his parents stopped right in front of me. They stood there smiling at me as I reached over to shake their hands. David proudly introduced me as his friend and that I would be staying for dinner with them that night. His parents smiled at me with acceptance.

The taste of home cooked meal felt like paradise. The warm bread rolls were soft and fluffy. As I sat there eating my delicious meal, I started to feel the love the family had for each other. They respected each other and laughed together as they joyfully talked about their day’s end. I witnessed something that I haven’t seen for a very long time with my own family. They shared their stories with me as we sat in the dinning room. I learned that David had three older brothers and one sister.

I started to reflect on what happened to my family and why things happened the way they did. I sat there and accepted what was in front of me and I felt blessed. Dinner ended and I excused myself to the restroom to wash my hands. As I opened the door from the restroom, David’s parents blocked my way to the stairs. They stood there quietly for 10 seconds for what felt like 5 minutes and had a concerned look on both their faces. They asked me where I lived and I told him just around the block. As I told them my somewhat fib, I noticed that David was spreading out the bed sheets in a room. I started to feel very uncomfortable. I knew David told them. I felt ashamed and started to cry. David's mother hugged me and assured me that I would be okay.

What was supposed to be just an overnight stay turned into a 2-year stay. They accepted me into their family and helped me get back on my feet. I knew God watched over me, and I believed He would never leave me alone - He never did!