The Liteness of Being

Hey litebeings! I have so much to process and so much to share. In the meantime, this re-blog will give you a taste of what is to come!

much love, Linda

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A while ago I hinted at a new post where I would describe my emerging intuitive process. I am ready to do so now, with the awareness that this may have to be re-imagined at a later date. Somehow I know it is important for me to put my thoughts down and share them with you, before I forget… Do you know what I mean? Have you ever felt that way yourself?

Here is a soundtrack to accompany my musings: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-HLxpWGCzc

It is the truly interesting how subtle my guidance is most of the time. Since my goal is to expand my awareness and notice as many signs as possible, “capturing” each experience seems like a good idea. What I have recently pondered is that these instants are more real then “ordinary” routine living.

Here’s an example: For me, meeting people in odd places and hearing songs that are connected…

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Art is My Medicine ~ We Need a Rainbow Edition

At last I hear the birds singing once more, Pisces is back in town.

While it has been a very long time since I wrote any original material, you all have been on my mind. I have made a commitment to write up some reviews for an amazing film and book that I want to share with you. I hold great enthusiasm for both projects and need to devote the time they deserve to give them their proper due. I also want to express my take on identity and how it continually morphs as I grow. Bottom line: I want to share my life with you!

But lately it consists of a very busy schedule: a demanding ( in a good way) job, weekly chiro and massage appointments, weekly LSCW supervision, and sometimes, sleep.

So for now I will introduce my latest installment of the Art is My Medicine series. As we navigate more extreme weather, school shootings, and post-eclipse reverberations, the image of a rainbow came to mind. Rainbows inspire awe, enchantment, and joy. What better way to heal the soul.

Wishing you comfort and birdsongs,

litebeing

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Petapalooza

7-12-17 UPDATE: Guess what arrives in the mail, last night, the eve of the 2 year anniversary of Dexter’s death? A huge envelope from the SPCA. I open it up to discover a 2018 calendar featuring photos of cats and dogs. I have never received a calendar from them before, in all the years I have been affiliated with them. And look at the timing? hmmmmm…

I love you Dexter ❤

On Thursday or Friday I heard something on the radio about a Petapalooza in my neighborhood. My intuition told me this whisper was a possible summons. I like the name Petapalooza and was curious. I “heard” it was yesterday and noticed nothing was happening in the area. That is because it was scheduled for today!

Friday evening before bed I sensed Dexter asleep in his bed. Almost instantly I realized this could not be. Yet I gave myself permission to allow this idea to express itself. While asleep I dreamed about animals. Both a dog and a cat ran to me like babies missing their momma. When I hugged the cat, I felt the embrace of completeness. The cat felt like Dexter, but the body was ice-cold. I remarked about this coldness to someone in the dream. There was also a patch of purple fabric on the cat’s body. I did not analyze the dream, but figure Dexter was paying me a visit.

I awoke feeling confused and sad. Honestly, I have felt sad, lonely, missing, and angry for several months now. I keep working to find ways to heal what needs healing. I considered that the Petapalooza may offer some answers.

The weather is lovely so I did not mind the long walk from my car to the festivities. I told myself my body requires more exercise. At first I only saw dogs around, but eventually I noticed some cat rescue organizations. I checked out some cats, with the intention of browsing. I am not ready to adopt. Even though it will be 2 years next week since I lost Dexter. My grief has changed since then, but I am not fully over losing him. Part of me has not fully accepted his departure. I am not really surprised at this discovery. Not really.

While I am glad I got out of the house for a while, I was only more saddened by the sight of the homeless animals. I thought of my former cats Dex and Jasmine who I adopted from the SPCA.  Someone at the cat rescue booth suggested people take pictures of the kittens to post to social media. Once it occurred to me that I could help out, I had already begun to walk to my car. I simply lacked the energy to seize the moment. I feel like those shelter animals: abandoned, lost, empty, and sad.

I am not a stranger to depression. In this instance it is mostly situational. Practically everything in my life has disintegrated before my eyes. What I tell suicidal clients is that we are here for a reason and it is not our choice to end our lives. I am here to see how it all plays out. But at this moment it does not look good.

Flip The Script

Here is some magic that took place yesterday ( Wednesday)  morning, when Pluto was standing still, awaiting its retrograde journey ( Thursday) today. I was at the drive thru at the local Dunkin’ Donuts. I have mixed feelings about this particular location, but am grateful to be able to use the drive-thru seamlessly. For many years, the driver’s window on my car was not working, so I would have to open the door at the drive thru, toll booth, etc., I was thinking about receiving a miracle, while recalling a synchronicity that occurred Tuesday evening ( more on that later.)

The man at the counter is one of my favorites. He is very kind and patient with me and my special orders. As I go to give him some money, he stops me and says ” Your order is paid for. Someone bought you your order.” I was in shock. I could not believe it! I become a bit teary and tell him that I was actually asking for a miracle. He replies  ” You never know the form, but miracles are always here ( paraphrase) .” Apparently he also is of a spiritual nature. That did not surprise me!

Then I go on to say ” I have seen this on TV, a pay it forward plan. Take my money and use it to pay for the car behind me.” I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot to ask him how much the order cost. I hope the money I gave covered it, but at least I had the wherewithal to follow through. I held onto the receipt as proof that I was part of this glorious exchange.

I cannot tell you how healing it felt to be seen and cared for and acknowledged to be part of humanity. It was the antithesis of having uninsured people ram into my parked, new car, virtually total it, and walk away from their vehicle. In that instant I felt as if the harm was erased and that I was back in the flow. This reminded me that positivity is within reach and can be just as unexpected as negativity.

Tuesday evening was also fulfilling, but in a different way. I was talking with my supervisor at the diner about how I look for reasons to go to work each day and that may be why I lose some objectivity when I consider that many successes may be met by subsequent relapses or poor outcomes. As we were having this conversation, a man approaches me. He looks a bit like a friend of mine, but younger and thinner. He comes to the table with a smile and says ” I don’t know if you remember me Linda, but I’m ( blank).”  When he says his name, I immediately remember him and say hi. I introduce him to my supervisor while his wife yells ” Hi Linda!” from their booth. I yell hello back and I tell him he looks good and that it has been many years. I wish him well and he returns to his wife and two young children.

I cannot tell my supervisor, but I grin because of the irony. It did not matter because I knew she understood why I had to remain silent. Here is a former client of mine who worked with me for many, many years. I worked with his wife for couples sessions and helped him adjust to parenting both of his children. His smile was an indication that I was important to him. He could have stayed in his seat, or perhaps said hello if I happened to walk by his booth. His presence solidified for me that I do help people and that my efforts do matter. Once again, it was about being seen.

I am so grateful for the appearance of these seemingly simple events in the overall fabric of my life. The script was flipped and it could not have happened at a better time.

Tell us about a time you paid it forward.  How did it feel to flip the script?

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2017: Every New Beginning Comes From Some Other Beginning’s End

Here is a post that describes the spirit of renewal and moving forward. It definitely speaks to the promise of Easter and highlights my journey of April 2016, so it hits all the “retro” notes!

Wishing you a Happy Easter and Joyous Spring Season!

 

 

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Life is always in flux. While some forms are fading, others are blooming. The trick is to recognize which direction you are moving in and when to let go.

It is humbling to be nearing my fourth year of blogging and to be able to compose some thoughts about the year ahead and the year I lived through. The more I slow down, the easier it is for me to notice that existence has no clear demarcations. Astrologers love cycles and make mention of the significant planetary movements via stations, transits, and progressions. And yet, because of our cosmic fluency, we are perhaps more likely than most to acknowledge the fragility and malleability of time. Time and music marry well together and led me to use Closing Time in this post title.

To understand where I am today, it is necessary to return to April 2016. At the New…

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A Simple Tale

Brief update: Happy to report my laptop is back home after a harrowing four days at Best Buy’s Geek Squad. All sorts of confusion and ridiculousness ensued and I am hoping at least some of it can be attributed to the Uranus station yesterday. I like Windows 10 and it is simpler in design than Window’s 8. I cannot get Cortana to talk to me, but maybe she isn’t one of my guides 🙂

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Two days ago I had a quick tale to tell. Now I have a simple tale about miracles and perspective. I am sharing this not only to inspire you , but to remind myself that all is well, somehow…

 

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I had the notion that the deadline to install Windows 10 for free on my laptop was fast approaching. I am not certain  I want the upgrade because of the privacy issues associated with the new operating system. Still, I wanted to learn more about it. My laptop may be incompatible with Windows 10 because of its age. So I did some research and was left more baffled than before. I decided to call the Geek Squad that is affiliated with the store where I purchased my PC. I was connected to a man with a strong southern drawl. His name was …… DEXTER.

Dexter was not able to answer my questions to my satisfaction and the remote viewing process disabled my security software. This freaked me out so I was leery of continuing further. However, I asked him if his name was Dexter and he answered in the affirmative. I wanted to be certain I had heard him correctly.

In my 55 years of living on Earth, I believe this is the first time I spoke to a human named Dexter. The fact that this happened 4 days after the anniversary of his passing was not lost on me. I sense that this urgent need to learn about the windows upgrade was communicated to me. I cannot be certain of this, but I was considering checking out cats tomorrow at the animal shelter. I do not know if this is a sign I should proceed, or more likely confirmation of my intense focus on my Dexter.

After this encounter, I watched the film Miracles From Heaven. It is about a young girl who undergoes a transformation that tests the faith of her family. I like Jennifer Garner and am attracted to these types of stories. I was quickly drawn into the story because the protagonist has a mysterious digestive disorder requiring numerous tests and hospital visits. If I had known this beforehand, I may have not watched the film. Her stomach becomes quite bloated and she is in constant excruciating pain. She endures an endoscopy and meets with several GI specialists. This was hitting too close to home.

Then the song Collide begins to play and my heart bursts wide open. That song is my jam. This song links me to my mystical encounter that happened eleven years ago on July 21st 2005. Today is July 16th, hmmmm.

The song was used to illustrate a strong connection between this ordinary, traditional church-going  family and the power of Source. I was quite tickled by this because Collide was written as a romantic love song. I intuited it to be about a higher love and it appears that the producers did so as well.

I will not give the story away because this film is relatively new. What I will say is that interwoven into the main storyline are several subtle miracles in action. I noticed a few of them immediately, but later on they are highlighted to convey the significance of faith.

I came away from today feeling mixed emotions. I am experiencing the extreme sadness and anguish that often accompanies pain, suffering, and powerlessness. At the same time, I am also warmed by the electric vitality of bold synchronicities that cannot be explained away.

I still am undecided about getting Windows 10 and adopting a new cat. But I feel less disconnected and more enchanted. Jennifer Garner’s character quotes Einstein at a pivotal point in the plot:

There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.

Which way do you choose?

 

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Peach Roses and Unlocking Life’s Secrets

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Life is becoming stranger and stranger. Fortunately there is a place I can recount my observations and relay any messages I stumble upon.  That place is here.

Let’s begin with peach roses. Occasionally I try to contact my spirit guides. I decided that seeing peach roses in person or as an image would indicate spirit contact. Days went by and I began to forget about it. My resolve faded.

Fast forward a few more days and I am in the hospital. I am surveying my hospital room, taking in the decor. The curtains and wall paper was decorated with peach colored flowers. No identifiable roses, but close enough.

Then a few days later peach roses appeared here at WordPress, in my reader. They were featured on Theanne’s blog, Out of My Mind Images . Please check out her uniquely creative artwork and check out the roses too!

By Rexness from Melbourne, Australia (Faithful Friend) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

According to this site, peach roses can mean gratitude, appreciation, admiration, sympathy, or friendship. I did not know the symbolism when I chose peach roses. I like the unusual color and went with it.

It is interesting to me how spirit confirmation can appear in its own way and on its own timeline. I had tired of waiting and then they appeared. Or one could say that I surrendered and manifested in due time.

Which brings me to a second odd occurrence. I was to attend an astrological lecture by Michael Lutin. I arrived early and took in the beautiful Spring day with a few folks on the porch. As more people began to gather, it became obvious that no one had a key to the front door. Right on cue, Michael arrives. We have met before, but he does not recognize me. That’s okay ; I am quite satisfied that we have had brief exchanges over the years at lectures and conferences.

Michael was quite calm while people shuffled to resolve this missing key problem. The situation seemed surreal. How could this be happening? I am sure you have found yourself here before. I know that I have, and have been known to become angry and frustrated. But the weather could not have been more perfect and I was in the company of a few friends I have not seen in years. I was showered with hugs and plenty of good vibes.

Eventually it was decided that the lecture would be rescheduled. Michael’s main concern was that no one would be uncomfortable or inconvenienced. He did not make it about him. I was quite impressed. We had a short interaction in which I was surprised about his lack of upset about traveling all this way for nothing. He basically stated that things happen, so what are you gonna do? Maybe that was the key we all were in search of, to just allow life to move through us.

 

By Leander Schiefer LeSch (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)], via Wikimedia Commons

I learned more about grace under pressure and that our reactions are everything. Messages from Source can be extremely subtle and often subject to discernment. I was grateful to be outside among like-minded folks on a gorgeous April afternoon. While I do not know when the lecture will take place, perhaps I already received what was needed. The lecture topic is about staying happy during trying times. I find the irony here quite delicious!

 

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2nd image by Rexness from Melbourne, Australia (Faithful Friend) (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

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Colonodyssey Part 1

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This is the first in a series about life on the road with a colon gone rogue. I absorbed so many lessons in a few short days that I hope to share as many as I can remember. Sometimes years of wisdom can accrue in mere days. Time is malleable. So here we go:

Listen to your soap opera: Last Monday evening I had some gas pains. Par for the course. They continued through Tuesday with more pain. I figured it was IBS. I kept on keeping on, not particularly alarmed, though I did sleep poorly. The pain and gas increased on Wednesday and I was not very hungry. The pressure was quite unpleasant, but not unusual. This did not resemble my initial attack. I was watching my soap opera and preparing to go to an appointment. There was a storyline where one of the actresses was ill. Everyone was telling her to go to the hospital, but she kept denying the need to go. I began to fast forward these scenes because they were making me anxious.

I started to get the chills and I found that odd. I took my temperature and it was over 100 degrees. What? I do not feel feverish at all. I knew this was not good so I called my doctor.  Guess what, he was on vacation! C,mon now. So I called my GI doctor and she was not available. Talk about lousy timing.

Jesus take the wheel: I cancelled my appointment and looked for Urgent Care. I left my house and I was frightened. Who would support me with my doctor out-of-town? There was snow on my car but I had no strength to clear it. I let the wipers do their thing. I repeatedly told myself to stay focused. My mind was racing and I did not have the luxury to become distracted. I drove to Urgent Care to be told they could not help me. So I drove all that way on a low tank for nothing. I was getting tired and more anxious. Would I make it to the ER in time? I had to use the bathroom but there was no time. I knew that the fever was a sign that I had an infection and needed treatment. I kept praying for help. I was wondering if driving myself was foolish. But I did not want to go by ambulance. I wanted to go to another hospital further from my home. I heard it provided a higher standard of care. Plus my GI was affiliated with this institution.

I did eventually arrive at the ER and man, was I relieved. A couple next to me were discussing waiting for 6 hours. As I listened further, I heard the man referring to 201s and 302s. I realized they were talking about psychiatric commitments. I began to think about my working in the mental health field and the laws that sometimes result in tragedy. I also wondered why I ended up hearing about this topic.

Staying in the present is a constant test for me. I recognize that when successful I come into power and peace. I felt relief that the confines of the moment would push aside any contemplation of past or future.

To be continued….

Colon-artistry

Happy Valentine’s Day Litebeings! Just spent 3 days in the hospital for a diverticulitis attack. Thrilled to be home on this frigid Sunday morning. I am reblogging this post as a reminder that I never did follow up on my reactions to my art or on getting a colonoscopy. The artwork was created last Summer.I am grateful for all my readers and friends at WordPress. If you are a distance reiki healer, I would welcome some reiki healing. I plan to be doing plenty of writing coming off this hospitalization. I also plan on slowing down my incessant need to be productive and “advancing”. My constant self judgement and ambition is not worth the trouble that it has caused. Namaste ❤

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The new charger for my not so smart phone arrived today. As I began shooting photos again, I realized my camera somehow changed its resolution to the smallest setting. How did that happen? It explains why all my recent Longwood photos are so small. It might be a memory thing?

Anyway, I figured out how to switch it back so I can show you a decent size image of my latest healing art. I call it healing art as it describes my intention. I basically imagined what was lurking inside my colon and intestines:

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When I began working on it, I took a glance at my healing card box and was astounded:

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Doesn’t the red swirl resemble her arms around her heart? I swear this was not pre-meditated, just a cosmic wink from Source.

Now for a much larger reveal:

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Try to ignore the limits of my camera phone and…

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Sisterhood of the Traveling Business Cards

Miracles happen in my world.

I have had some recent conversations with a diverse group of people this week. Spirituality was discussed with family and friends and I was enriched by each encounter. Conversations such as these often help me clarify my opinions and refine my worldview. Miracles were on the menu and here is my current definition. A miracle is an experience that totally surpasses the limits of my wildest imaginings. Let me tell you, my imaginings are quite wild so the bar for miracles is set very high.

Here is an example of what I would call an everyday miracle. An under the radar, subtle occurrence that defies logic or my wildest imagining. It happened a few weeks ago, but I held off on sharing it here. With the Pisces Full Moon approaching and Neptune opposing Jupiter adding significant woo-woo to the mix, the time for sharing this nugget of magic has arrived.

I have a friend who I met in 2002 when I first started practicing Quakerism. We will call her Mary. Mary and her husband are lovely, kind, generous people who made me feel at home immediately. While Mary’s husband is on Facebook, Mary is not so inclined. Mary and I began to drift apart once I stopped attending Quaker worship. My separation from the faith slowly drove a wedge between us. No one is to blame. It was a natural progression.

So I was very surprised to receive an email from her right after Dexter died. We have been out of touch for over a year, maybe longer. The content of this email blew me away. I will share the miraculous portion of the communication here. I know Mary would approve.

 
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Around the time I started this blog, I had ordered new business cards. This was a big deal for me as I was beginning to shift my focus to metaphysical services. I historically have had poor success attracting business with cards. Yet many people, like my late friend Robert, would ” nudge ” me to be more proactive in marketing myself.  So I created these new cards and began handing them out as Spirit dictated. I tend to display some cards at local businesses that have a positive vibe. The Night Kitchen is a popular local bakery ( see above) that had an assortment of cards and brochures from local artisans and healers and other business people. I have left a few cards there on occasion. Just to be clear, I have never received a phone call or email as a result of leaving my cards on display. NEVER. I have been much more likely to receive referrals by word of mouth or via the internet ( this blog, Facebook, etc,) That has not deterred me from leaving cards, but I want to be clear that I have wondered if anyone has ever picked up one of my cards.

That is, until now.

On the morning that Dexter became ill, Mary and her husband traveled to my neighborhood to attend Sunday meeting for worship. They went first to the Night Kitchen to get some coffee and treats. This was prior to the 10:30 AM services. Mary noticed my business cards because she liked the design and the font. She picked one up and saw it had my name on it. She decided to keep it with her and contact me later on. She thought of me during the worship service. The service was between 10:30 and 11:30 AM. This was the exact time period when Dexter woke me up and I prepared to get him to the vet. I was frightened and prayed I could keep it together to get both of us out the door and to the vet as soon as possible. I was barely awake and feeling very disorganized. While I was getting though this difficult day, she was praying for me. Quakers call it holding one in the light. 

Around this time that the service would be breaking up, I came home briefly to update people on Facebook about Dexter. I was informing my friends that we were heading to the veterinary hospital because his condition was very serious. Later that evening I updated Facebook again to let everyone know that Dexter had passed on. Mary’s husband is a Facebook friend and he informed her about Dexter. Both Mary and her husband have house sat both of my cats. They also are cat people and have had to put down one of their precious babies around the time I lost Jasmine. They took great care of Jasmine and Dexter when they lived nearby. Mary emailed me with her condolences and informed me about the events of that day.

This event is a miracle in my book. What seems like a string of random events were perfectly orchestrated to give me strength when I desperately needed it. Remember, no one before has ever contacted me to say they found one of my cards. Also keep in mind that I was no longer in touch with Mary or her husband ( except for a very loose Facebook connection). I did not even know he read my Facebook updates. When I read her email I was shocked by its contents. But on another level, I was soothed by her words. I was being taken care of by Spirit in a way that defied explanation. I was being lifted up, unbeknownst to me.

Jupiter and Neptune together are all about faith, miracles, and over the top outcomes. Fortunate encounters, fortuitous fortune, shimmering exuberance, playful joy, expanded perception, etc..  I especially like the couplet ethereal voyage. On one of the worst days of my life, there was an ethereal voyage taking place behind the scenes. It was a voyage that reignited the sisterhood of two dear friends (spiritual sisters) via the magic of a single business card.

Wishing everyone an ethereal voyage on this upcoming Pisces Full Moon.