I’m ALIVE

I’ve been working on this post on and off for several weeks now.  It started out one way, a perspective yet then became, multifaceted.  Multidimensional.  🙂  When I started blogging, it was something I’d never thought I do yet, I fell in love with it. I am truly humbled (I don’t think you realize) and honored with each “like” and for the group of kind souls that consistently follows along. This, my 409th post (yah!), is probably my longest one yet.  So get a cup of coffee, take a deep breathe and here we go.

Last call

Well, honestly it’s never the “last” but this general feeling of it’s time to, piss or get off the pot (lol) for lack of better words.  An interesting day for me. Easter yet… it didn’t feel like it. I also had this… feeling/change this past Christmas. Can I just say I was the iconic Christmas and Easter mom? While my boys are older, it’s not that. I’ve changed. Every day is Thanksgiving, Christmas, Valentine’s Day and Easter.

Shattered Ego

This seems to be a story within a story. I first need to write on what lead up to my ego shattering moment. I was thinking about the lightworkers (although we all are) I know. Some only casually and others very well. They really do get it and many are peppy, devoted and driven. I smile when I think of them.

Lightworkers and Suicide

YES!  These two words go together. Yet, you’d think they wouldn’t. Many have experienced and written on, The Dark Night of the Soul.  For some it can be darker than they ever imagined and that darkness can linger or sneak back up on them. When I read other articles, they never said anything about suicidal thoughts. 

Spiritual Depression

What to do?

You don’t think you’re depressed yet, when you try to place words with how you feel… it starts to sound like, depression.  Yikes… yet it’s okay.  It happens.  The spiritual journey does have swamps, hills, tall walls that you will climb (or find the door) and brief periods of depression.  Let me stress, brief.  So what do you do?

The 2012-2015 Wave of Healers and Teachers

As I meditated, I could feel a united group of healers and teachers.  A new group, like the graduating class of 2015.  These past three years have not always been easy in Earth school yet now I feel an excitement.

Emotions and the Spiritual Journey

Years ago, when I first heard of being a spiritual person, my mind could conjure images of one who decided to take a vision quest of sorts, or a hippie-like relaxed state of mind and being or a wise guru who sat in a meditative pose.  I always saw it as being quiet and peaceful.  Well, let me tell you, there is another side.  It’s not just the anger aspect, at times its rage.  So I wanted to title this post, Rage and the Spiritual Journey – Getting REAL! But I wondered if people would dismiss it.  Often there is a lesson in what you dis – miss.

A Spiritual Intervention

Hello, my name is Molly and I’m sharing that…

My Journey. Becoming a Channel.

Now, at the age of 41, I can look back and say I’ve been psychic my whole life.  Yet, most of my life I didn’t understand it.  I didn’t know how to use it.  And for many years, I dismissed it.  I had da ja vue’s, knowings, whispers and quick visions that helped me in some way.  As I got older though, I reached a point in my life though where nothing made sense.  I needed help and wished for more clarity about my life.  I thought a new job, a friend, a winning lottery ticket, another psychic… well just about anything would point me in the right direction.  Stressed out, overwhelmed and edgy, I walked away from a career and my home.  At the time, in my exhaustion, I still clung to a thin positive thread.  A hope.  I prayed that thread would not break.

A new beginning I thought.  I’d have no idea what would happen.  I thought I just needed a break.  I did.  I needed sleep and a lot of it.  As a busy single career mother, I hadn’t slept in over a decade.  I needed a slower place so I did slow down.  It did take a while to unwind since the Universe had sent me a few powerful punches.  Yet, I still found the world rushing around me and that life was often cruel.  I wished others would be nice… to me.  I’d been nice to others in my life so, why?  I didn’t realize at the time was, I just needed to be nicer to myself.