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Joanne Walmsley Sacred Scribes
sacredscribes@gmail.comJoanne Sacred Scribeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07489058314237780607noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832882566394015873.post-68493531438405912282011-06-15T22:34:00.003-07:002011-06-15T22:34:41.423-07:00The Winning Lotto Numbers<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">My birthday is on Nov 11th. I was born on 11-11-1977. Ill be 34 this year. So the year will be 11-11-11 which you already know. 11+11+11=33 So can you break the code and give me some good numbers to choose for</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"> <span style="background-clip: initial; background-origin: initial;"></span></span><span class="il"><span style="background: #de864c; color: #fff6f0; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">powerball</span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">. You have to pick like 5 rows of numbers and a</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"> <span style="background-clip: initial; background-origin: initial;"></span></span><span class="il"><span style="background: #de864c; color: #fff6f0; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">powerball</span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">number. Example 1-11-22-44-55-33 or 4-9-11-27-36-58. So just curious sense it is a special day could you help me? If I will you will be highly rewarded. If I win 10million Ill give you 1 million. Sound fair enough?</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"> </span></span>Joanne Sacred Scribeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07489058314237780607noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832882566394015873.post-30352450295432381042010-11-22T20:45:00.000-08:002011-07-09T02:24:05.987-07:00Listening To My Intuition<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">My daughter Sarah and I were extolling the virtues of electric blankets and how much we appreciated hopping into a warm bed on a cold night.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">We also discussed the relevant dangers.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Later when Sarah went to off to bed I reminded her to turn off her blanket before going to sleep.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Laying in my own bed later that night, relishing the warmth and feeling myself drift off into sleep, I was shaken out of my bliss by a bright, glowing, orange light.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The light somehow seemed familiar, but not quite placing it clearly, I tried to drift off once more, back to the land of nod.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The light appeared again and shone persistently.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time I recognized the glow and knew what the light was telling me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Creeping quietly to Sarah’s room, I opened the door a crack and spotted the bright, orange light, glowing at the controls of her electric blanket.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">A couple of clicks turned it off and when I snuggled back into sleep mode there was no orange light to hinder my sleep.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The moral of my story:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s better to be safe than sorry …. listen to your messages and most importantly – heed them!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I glanced over at the house wondered what it was all about, then went back to my bulb-planting.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Moving along to a new section of the garden, I again heard the words, “go to the house Jo”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I resisted, determined to plant my bulbs.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">The voice became insistent and I became all the more intent on my chore, ignoring the growing urgency in the message.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stood up, turned and said out-loud that I would go back to the house when I’d finished, and not before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I stopped pretty much mid-sentence and found myself looking at the house … just looking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All seemed fine … what was the urgency?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Without being fully aware of my actions, I found myself just about being physically frog-marched towards the house, still wondering what the drama was all about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Opening the sliding door I was confronted by a wall of acrid smoke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The quilt drying on a rack near the fireplace had toppled over, falling directly onto the firebox.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The synthetic fibres had melted and were on the verge of sparking flames.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I grabbed the quilt and threw it outside, still smouldering, and opened all the doors and windows to air out the house.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Disaster averted … </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> Live <strong><a href="http://bodysoulmind.net/sacred-store/readings-with-joanne">PSYCHIC and TAROT</a></strong> Readings</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></div></div>Joanne Sacred Scribeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07489058314237780607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832882566394015873.post-68069828022252153722010-11-22T17:45:00.000-08:002011-07-09T02:27:59.857-07:00A HEALING EXPERIENCE with Wild Birds<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Happily and contently sitting under a tree in my garden, I was suddenly prompted to get up and go straight inside to my computer<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a little odd I thought at the time, given that I was on a roll with some writing I needed to catch up on, and was very happy doing so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>‘Something must be up’ I thought to myself … to hear the word ‘Yep’ in instant reply.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">I was pleased to see notification that Debra Joy had written me a message.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">I had been given what I call ‘the nod’ or ‘the nudge’ by spirit a few days earlier, instructing me to contact Debra just to say Hi and to make contact.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew the particular reason would become evident in time. I had read all of Debra’s posts in the forums and felt a sense of ‘like-ness’ and of being akin in some way.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">I joyfully replied to Debra’s message and promptly sent it off, not really expecting to hear back from her for a day or so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Within seconds a reply came, telling me of an incident to do with her friend and co-collaborator with ‘the Difference’, <place w:st="on">Georgina</place> …. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Interestingly, I had also been prompted to contact <place w:st="on">Georgina</place>, getting ‘the nudge’ some days prior, in fact.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had no idea that these two ladies even knew each other, let alone are true friends. I’d written to <place w:st="on">Georgina</place> to say Hi and introduce myself … clearly with a higher purpose yet to be revealed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">A reply message was in my inbox from <place w:st="on">Georgina</place> that morning responding to my ‘Hello’ message … the Universe pulling strings again, knitting up the ties for the forthcoming events so that they would flow smoothly … (of course!) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Debra told me in a later email that Georgina had mentioned only the day before that she’d thought I’d sent her an email ... which of course I had, but she’d been away at a conference so hadn’t yet received it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">The plot thickens and the strings tighten.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><place w:st="on"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Georgina</span></place><span style="font-size: 14pt;">’s brother John had been in an accident and was in a very serious condition indeed, and was currently in hospital undergoing emergency surgery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Debra’s message told me of John’s head, brain and lung injuries.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">At the mention of that I stopped reading instantly and instinctively reached into my desk draw for my ‘Healing Book’ and promptly wrote John’s name down, sending my prayers along with it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Going back to read the rest of Debra’s message, the very next sentence was a request for me to place John’s name in my book.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Debra stated that this was taking place NOW …. as in RIGHT NOW!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">John was fighting for his life in hospital right at that very moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to do more that just write his name in the book.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The Universe had timed it just right and I was prompted within to begin a healing session for John.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Quickly reading further along Debra’s message, she too was about to begin a healing session.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew I’d best join her and combine energies, prayers and positive intentions.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">I took myself outside to sit in my special spot under the trees and made ready to begin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was acutely aware of all the bird activity around me<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>- more so than usual.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It seemed exaggerated, magnified, amplified.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Trying to fully focus on the healing, the birds stepped up the ante and at times were just about deafening in their intensity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It seemed like every bird in the bush had something to say and contribute … and they were saying it very loudly indeed!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was so aware that I could not only hear the birds directly above and around me, but I could also clearly hear the many voices of those birds far off in the distance … passing on the message.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">A tiny sparrow flitted amongst the branches up in the tea-tree which I sat under, trilling and singing constantly -<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>keeping to a consistent rhythm and beat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She kept it up the whole while, as though she was playing the part of the broadcaster – or MC perhaps.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">My resident magpie (who my daughters affectionately refer to as my ‘stalker’), sat on a low branch above my head and gave all a glorious and continuous concert, using all of her beautifully soaring vocal talents.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The surrounding trees, by the sound of the enlivening racket, was heavy with birds of so many different kinds, yet unified in one song and intent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even the hum of the many bees in the gardens surrounding me seemed to be amplified, magnified<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the bees vibrantly buzzing their messages with constant, uplifting and unified hum.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There seemed to be a higher number of butterflies about the place aswell and at regular intervals the flowing breeze would whip my many wind chimes in the surrounding trees into a melody of bells chiming, sending their clearing and positive energies along with the wind. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">It was the birds that really set the scene though. My pet cocky Jo (no, I didn’t name her that myself…) sat silently, almost solemnly, …(on my boot with one talon hooked into the hem of my jeans to ensure she didn’t slip off)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>her eyes closed and head down as though in prayer and meditation along with me … her yellow crest feathers lifted as high as they could go, looking a bit like a golden, feathery antenna.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">All this seemed to go on for quite some time, although I wasn’t really aware of ‘time’ at the time. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">I sat listening to the sounds all around me whilst focusing on sending healing light and energy, palms upright and open resting on my knees, receiving and sending at the same time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could feel my hands, wrists and arms zinging and vibrating ever so slightly, but with great power and force.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I began to feel a warm energy flood through me and up and down my spine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Flowing down my legs to my feet on the ground, I felt heavy but very light also and I could feel myself pulsing with the energies of the earth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could feel Jo’s weight on my foot<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>- yet she too seemed weightless along with me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">I felt very ‘connected’ to all at that moment.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">I asked spirit how things were going with John and was told in a sweet, soft and dreamy-like voice that ‘it was working’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t have felt more grateful, happy and relieved to hear that.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The birds, meanwhile, kept up their combined song. Some birds would fly off squawking their message and others would fly in, landing on nearby trees to listen and take part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Long after the healing session ended the birds kept up their activities.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Going back to check my inbox afterwards, I’d received a message from Debra stating that John was now out of surgery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perfect news!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">In subsequence messages to and fro, Debra and I both marveled at the ‘coincidences’ and intricate synchronicities the Universe had to put into play in order for us to join forces to amplify the healing experience.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Hearing from Debra the day after the event with news that John was still in a critical condition, but certainly showing positive signs of recovery, was yet more wonderful validation of the power of positive prayer and of what we are able to achieve as One.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I also view it as a pure indication and manifestation of the gathering effects of ‘The Difference’ coming to positive fruition and touching and linking us all<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and vibrating throughout the world and the Universe.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Live <strong><a href="http://bodysoulmind.net/sacred-store/readings-with-joanne">PSYCHIC and TAROT</a></strong> Readings</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></div>Joanne Sacred Scribeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07489058314237780607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832882566394015873.post-31319038750603379902010-10-23T16:36:00.000-07:002011-07-09T02:33:03.637-07:00Some People Don't Like To Hear The Truth<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Karen pounced on my car as I parked out the front of the primary school to pick up my kids.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She rapped incessantly on the windscreen before I’d even had the chance to turn off the engine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unbuckling my seatbelt, the door suddenly flew open, Karen just about blocking me into my seat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I sat there in shock for a moment, my mouth hanging open I’m sure.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I heard you’re a psychic” she stated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No hello. No introduction. Nothing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Ahh yeah,” I replied, a little taken aback.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’d seen Karen around the schoolyard for at least the past three years or so, but never had she acknowledged my existence in any way, even on the odd occasion when I’d seen her in the hallway or playground and would nod, smile or say hello to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’d ignored me totally.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now here she stood, way too close to me, demanding my immediate and undivided attention.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Well I want you to tell me something” Karen stated.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Ok ...” I replied, “you want me to TELL you something?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Yep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want you to tell me when my ex-boyfriend Phillip will be getting back with me.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I knew instantly that this Phillip person would NEVER be getting back with her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, I was given the strong impression that he was quite relieved to be out of the relationship and away from her once and for all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was also shown him happy with a new partner in his life.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Breaking it to Karen as gently as possible, I told her that Phillip would <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">not</i></b> be returning to her, but that she should look forward to a new, more suited partner whom I was shown entering her life within the year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I advised her to take the lessons of her previous relationship and be grateful for them; to let go of her ex-boyfriend to allow both of them to be free to heal; and to look forward to a happy and secure future with a wonderful partner, just around the corner.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“BULLSHIT!” she spat.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I didn’t respond at all, so she let out in a rush “the first time he left me I saw a psychic lady in town and she told me that he would be coming back to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And he did.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She looked at me triumphantly, as though she’d proven something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She then went on to describe how she’d manipulated her (poor) ex-boyfriend to the point where he’d felt he had no choice but to come back to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’d even threatened suicide if he didn’t return.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now it seems he’d left her yet again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“He won’t be coming back to you.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stated plainly.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Oh what would you know anyway!” She stated, looking me up and down with disdain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“The last three psychics I’ve been to have told me the same thing!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">you’re all wrong</i></b>!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wanna know when Phillip is coming back to me and when we’re getting married!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t want to hear that other crap!!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My young daughters had arrived at the car by that time and just stood silently by, half frightened by Karen’s attitude and energy, wondering why this strange woman was blocking their mother in the car and what she was ranting about.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I just about had to push Karen out of the way in order to get out of my car, Karen belligerently taking a few steps backwards, allowing me to put my kids in the backseat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once she realized I <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">really wasn’t</i></b> going to tell her what she wanted to hear, she turned abruptly and took off without another word.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No thank you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No goodbye.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nothing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of course I saw Karen around the school over the following two years or so, but she’d gone back to ignoring my existence.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This really bothered me at the time, but many, many similar instances have presented since, in person, print and email. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I realize its all part of the job and not to take it personally. I know part of the lesson for me is about ‘<a href="http://universalspirituallaws.blogspot.com/2010/09/spiritual-law-of-discrimination-and.html">discernment</a>’. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>Because of my ‘lightworking’ and humanitarian nature and life purpose, I am one who compulsively feels the need to help others (when needed, not imposed). My life and choices have brought me into contact with the angels of the earth; the most beautiful of human souls<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>but it also attracts those who would take quick advantage at every opportunity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The lesson for me is in listening to my intuition and inner voice in regards to who’s who, then living and working accordingly – not allowing others to distort or disturb my equilibrium, personal truths and values.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Not everyone may like the messages they receive, but remember, ‘don’t shoot the messenger.’</span><br />
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I <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">know</i></b> something or someone is around me ALL the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It drives me totally nuts!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think I know who it is though ... but I don’t know what she wants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes I don’t even know whether I am hearing my own voice in my head coz it keeps saying things I’m not even thinking about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Am I insane!? I feel like there’s two of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can’t even explain it!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Michelle blurted out in a rush.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As she was speaking, Michelle’s spirit friend moved directly in front of her; almost superimposed if you like as I could still clearly see Michelle through her, behind her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It looked as though they were indeed ‘one’.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was then briefly shown two babies – identical twins.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Do you have a sister? Or rather, <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">did </i></b>you have a sister? A twin?” I asked.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Yeah I do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did at least.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How did you know that?”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“That’s who the presence is” I replied.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This confirmed what Michelle already believed and knew within herself.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Michelle went on to tell me that her twin sister had died at birth – a stillborn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her parents had told her about her twin Lucy when she was very young ... and she’d remembered playing with an ‘imaginary friend’ (who was very real to Michelle at the time ...) who’d looked just like her, prior to starting school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her ‘friend’ had stayed with her throughout her life, but had become more and more incessant and intrusive in the past six months or so.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I asked Michelle if anything of significance or importance had taken place in that time, something life altering or life changing.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Michelle replied that she’d (finally) married her fiancé of five years, and they were now about to start planning for a baby. She and her partner were looking forward to starting a family.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Lucy (Michelle’s passed over twin) then began saying “Hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye hello.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I repeated this message to Michelle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She scrunched up her face in query.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What does <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">that</i> mean?” She asked.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I had no idea.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">‘Spirit Lucy’ then showed me a baby wrapped in pink nestling in her arms, and was given the impression that the baby she held was <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">her</i></b> ... as though <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">she</i></b> was the baby she was showing me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I relayed this to Michelle, but we were still quite perplexed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt strongly though that Michelle would be pregnant with child sooner that she anticipated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A baby girl I’d suggest.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I told Michelle this and she was very pleased.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked her to keep in touch as I was curious about what was to come for her.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">*</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Two hours later I received an email from Michelle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the way home she’d stopped off and bought herself a pregnancy test.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’d said that she’d found herself parking the car and buying the test as though she was on automatic-pilot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Taking the test once home, Michelle was shocked (but not really ...) to find herself pregnant.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">7 and a half months later Michelle emailed again to say she’d given birth to a baby girl they’d named Lucille – Lucy.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She went on to tell me that ‘spirit Lucy’ was now gone and although in a strange way she missed the constant companionship, she felt that ‘baby Lucy’ was now taking her place in her life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She also said that she believed 100% that her sister ‘spirit Lucy’ was now her daughter ‘Lucy’.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now Michelle KNEW what ‘spirit Lucy’ had meant in our session when she’d said “Goodbye, hello, goodbye, hello.”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I emailed back and congratulated her, wishing her the all very best.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew she’d make a wonderful mother and that in the future there’d be more babies to come for her.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Live <strong><a href="http://bodysoulmind.net/sacred-store/readings-with-joanne">PSYCHIC and TAROT</a></strong> Readings with Joanne</span></div></span></div>Joanne Sacred Scribeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07489058314237780607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832882566394015873.post-41272790497884085252010-10-18T19:04:00.000-07:002011-07-09T02:32:28.625-07:00FORGIVENESS - To Forgive Is To Heal ...<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My client Kelly sat in my office, full of anger, resentment and unforgiveness. The heavy energy was all around her, almost in a physical sense. These feelings had been brewing within her for many years;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>since childhood, 30 odd years now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She knew these feeling were hindering her from moving forward and were doing her more damage than any good.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Her deceased father was sitting next to her on the couch, presenting<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> </b>behind Kelly’s<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> *right shoulder, </b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(*see endnotes)</i><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> </b>trying in vain to get her attention.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kelly was aware of her father’s presence but was unable to hear or see him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Part of her didn’t want to. Refused to.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I asked her to relax and focus on the crystal on the table in front of her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did this not because of anything to do with the crystal, but rather, to focus her attention on one thing, dispelling the monkey-chatter in her thinking, logical mind.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Once Kelly was calm I began hearing a male voice repeatedly saying “please forgive me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I love you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I love you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m so sorry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Please forgive me.”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I repeated the messages to Kelly as they came through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tears spontaneously streamed down her cheeks, but she didn’t say a word.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She sat with her arms crossed; rigid and tense.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Again the message repeated.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">All of a sudden Kelly exploded on the spot; all red in the face, hissing and spitting like a wet cat.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I sat back and waited for her to recover to a point where she could speak.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Kelly expressed that she sincerely wanted to forgive her father for all that had taken place in her childhood<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>but a big part of her felt that in forgiving him she would be condoning his actions; and this she couldn’t bare.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I explained to Kelly that her longstanding resentment towards her father interfered with her desire to fully release all her emotional baggage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kelly expressed that as much as she wished to forgive her father, she didn’t believe that she really, truly could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kelly grappled with this for some time.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The energy in the room changed suddenly and I became aware that a second entity had entered the room and joined our consultation. This spirit appeared behind Kelly’s *right shoulder, a step or so behind her father’s energy, indicating an energy from a generation back, the placement showing where he stood in the family tree.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I described this second entity to Kelly who immediately recognized it to be that of her late grandfather. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her father’s father. She hadn’t really known him in life as she was quite young when he died, but she’d seen photos of him and remembered her mother speaking of him saying he’d been a harsh and strict man;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a drinker with a temper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was someone the family had feared, yet revered.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I began telling Kelly what her grandfather was attempting to express.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Initially he sounded kind of static, pixilated in a way, but his message became clearer as his energy broadened and strengthened.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“It’s my fault.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I caused it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s me who needs to ask for your forgiveness.”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I continued as Kelly sat slumped in her chair, her face wet with tears sliding silently down her face and neck.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I tried the best I could but money was tight and I drank a lot to keep away the demons – but they came in an other way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was an angry man and took it out on my young son.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your father.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s my fault he became the man he did and followed in my footsteps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Please forgive us both. Please release us ... and you.”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Kelly remained silent, but something seemed to click inside her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’d sat up straighter, her eyes looked clearer and her face became less tense and rigid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Something seemed to have shifted within her.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Yes ... yes” Kelly began.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I get it. I get it now. I can forgive you Grandpa.”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">With that the energy in the room changed again with the spirits leaving us to sort out what was what for Kelly. I left her to make a cup of Peppermint tea and told her to relax whilst she processed what had just taken place.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Returning with her steaming tea I noted that Kelly looked <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">different</i> somehow, as though a huge weight had lifted from her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There seemed to be a light or <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">lightness</i> around her now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She smiled brightly as I handed her the teacup and I just knew she’d be fine.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">*</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Six months later I received an email from Kelly telling me that many things had changed since our session and she no longer felt that heaviness in her heart and that fear and fury she once felt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many doors had opened for her in quick succession and she now had the courage to walk through them and embrace life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’d even found love.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Forgiveness is a most powerful, life-changing energy and emotion that allows us to release and heal ourselves and our lives.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Endnotes:</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Most often spirit will present on the left or behind the left shoulder to indicate ‘maternity’ or someone from the maternal side of the family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Appearing on the right side of someone, or presenting behind the right shoulder indicates an entity from the ‘paternal’ side of the family tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How far behind or back they present can also indicate where they stand within the family tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For example, a passed over aunt – your mother’s sister<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>- may stand behind your left shoulder to indicate the maternal side of the family, but just off to the left again to indicate a generation behind branching off to the side ... a female contemporary or peer of your mother’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">(*This is not necessarily so for ALL mediums, but how it works for myself and many others.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Live <strong><a href="http://bodysoulmind.net/sacred-store/readings-with-joanne">PSYCHIC and TAROT Readings</a></strong> with Joanne</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span></div></span></div>Joanne Sacred Scribeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07489058314237780607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832882566394015873.post-69705537034350996722010-10-17T15:00:00.000-07:002011-07-09T02:34:09.516-07:00Angelic Directions - Guided by Angels<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Melinda was due at 10am for her consultation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had a feeling she’d be late so didn’t rush myself too much as I prepared a tray with cups and saucers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’d given Melinda clear directions and had even emailed her a map<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>but by 10.30 I was pretty sure she’d lost her way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked the Universe and angels to guide her safely to my driveway.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was expecting her to come from the West, so looked out for her from the front verandah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I heard Melinda’s car on the driveway behind me and although surprised she’d come in from the East, I felt relieved that she’d finally arrived safely.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Melinda stood in the doorway with relief and went on to tell me that she’d been panicking because she knew she was running late on top of being totally lost.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“I knew I was heading in the right direction but had no idea where I was going and I started to stress severely,” Melinda said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Then all of a sudden I smelled a waft of Lavender in the car and felt really calm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then I was shown a Lavender hedge for some reason.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know what that was about, but I just <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">knew</i></b> I’d be fine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew I’d get here and everything would be alright.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was as though I just ‘let go’ and let the car steer itself<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and all of a sudden I was here.”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I passed Melinda her cup of tea as we made our way out onto the verandah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Melinda stopped short<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in front of her was a hedge of Lavender, the smell wafting amidst the breeze.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Live <strong><a href="http://bodysoulmind.net/sacred-store/readings-with-joanne">PSYCHIC and TAROT Readings</a></strong> with Joanne</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span></div></span></div>Joanne Sacred Scribeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07489058314237780607noreply@blogger.com1