Spiritual Diva Spills The Tea

From the age of about nine I have been smitten with Ray Liotta's face. It's no secret that he was the sort of good looking that almost seems like it can't possibly be human. Human is flawed, and Ray had no flaws, according to me. Factor in that tough guy exterior with those warm blue eyes, and it was enough to keep my attention for a lifetime. I'm a middle aged woman now, and I can safely say that Ray Liotta has been the love of my life. He was my literal dream man ... What I now understand about Ray is that he shined from the inside out. It's the reason why he seemed like such a perfect man. Ray wasn't prone to Depression, or deep sadness that overtook his  persona. He said it himself, in his after life communications with me. "I wasn't really a sad person, ya know? I guess I didn't really understand sadness the way some people do. My soul was beaten down at times, but I never lost that hope. And I like to think that I encouraged other people to ke...

To be honest, this is the same headspace I was in when I started my spiritual journey in 2012. It felt like the rug had been ripped from beneath my feet, and I was completely lost in the transitions that were happening in my life. I didn't understand why they were occurring, and I didn't trust them. It's hard to trust The Universe when you feel as if it NEVER gives you what you asked for, and those life lessons just keep rolling on in. Tougher than ever.  Sometimes I feel as I'm adrift in an ocean, clinging to a small piece of drift board, The night stars twinkle above me, beautiful and unfazed by the nightmare scenario billions of miles below them. It is confusing. It is utterly confusing to even try to understand a journey like mine. I asked myself tonight, "what would my life have been like had I never met certain people?" I can only imagine what my fiery, vivacious, beautiful 17 year old self would have done with her time and energy, had she not been chasi...

Abigail appeared to me, standing in the doorframe at my sister's house on Mother's Day. I couldn't believe nobody else sensed her there, the feeling that she was there was overwhelming. I asked my sister, in utter disbelief, "you don't see her?!"  Apparently my sister has a ghost woman with long brown hair, that has been so attached to the house she lived in once, that she's lingered since the year 1967 (the year she passed on). She just wanted my sister to know that she was there, and that she considered them friends. She felt they had a lot in common, and thought for sure that my sister saw her while looking in the mirror. My sister hadn't sensed her though, and was quite taken aback by my revelations. In fact, my whole family fell dead silent as I passed on messages in front of them. My family has never really been my biggest source of support, as they are really more Earthbound spirits (nothing wrong with that), and I somersault through different d...

In my last blog post I explained that I've been working at a daycare near my house. I also mentioned a particular child with big expressive blue eyes that just stole my heart right out of my chest. A one year old little boy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile that is going to serve to bless him with ease of life, though his natural spunky nature may find him in hot water more often than most boys will ever be in. I asked spirit, "what is the connection between this child and I?" I knew that though, this child does bear a physical resemblance to my own boys when they were small like him, there was more to it than that. Even though spirit didn't reply right away, and I thought it may be a lost cause trying to figure it out, the feeling tugged at me. It was that strong. Finally my guides blessed me with the information lost to me during the transitions my soul has encountered since I last spent a lifetime with this child's soul.  I was a young woman. My name was...

I recently became employed at a daycare. It's funny how fast life can change in under two weeks. I know my life will never be the same. As I write that line I am emotional. I had no idea when I set foot into this mildly run down daycare center in my small nearly non-existent hometown that I would sense the world falling into place in a big way. Or that my dreams would become crystal clear, my inner knowing setting off alarms bells meant to further push me into my destiny. Or what I would like to be my life's work. There can not be another place in the world where you're so warmly welcomed with open arms! I have never been another place where hugs, and excited questions and compliments, took up my entire first week of work. The infants are precious, their innocence stealing your once receding heart. The toddlers are troublemakers with a curiosity for life that reminds you not to take life (or yourself) too seriously. Two's are terrible, but fuck, they know how to party. ...

 Lauren came to me more than once, patiently waiting for me to acknowledge her. The first time she appeared to me I was in no mood to write the story of another deceased person. I was sorely out of alignment, dealing with a lifestyle that currently leaves me stressed out and drained more often than not. Trust me, you have to be in a certain space emotionally to take on the task of communicating with the dead. You want to tell their story, but to do so, you know you are going to take on their emotions and the burden of the trauma associated with them. At least, that's they way I react to delving into any life lived and lost, that leaves behind scars the world has to heal. It's particularly heavy energy you deal with when the person was murdered well before they wanted to leave the world. Lauren was murdered by a man named Melvin Rowland, she met one month prior to her death in October 2018. He was a bouncer at a nightclub she had attended with a friend one night. The romance blo...

After I had my first son I became very interested in Spirituality. He was the catalyst for my change overall as a person. I had never held tightly to anything or anyone, blowing in the wind as a lost soul does until they find their version of God. In meeting my now exes family my interest in the topics of Metaphysics and Spirituality was blown right off the hinges. I was invited on more than one occasion to meet several Spiritual Masters who are known very well by the public, in America and abroad. One such man was Indian Spiritual Guru, Sri Sri Ravi Shankar.  Being interested in Buddhism and interacting with Indian's from the Country, was life changing. Spirituality is their essence, and the warmth given off by these people was more than welcome in my life. Western Civilization is cold by comparison, lost in ego, vanity, fame, and money. The lifestyle everyone wants, quick, painless, and easy to achieve, but not without devastating personal loss on all levels. I found Sri Sri Ravi...