Spiritual Diva Spills The Tea

Dylan Klebold was the original teenage school shooter at Columbine Highschool. This shooting (and attempted bombing) was carried out by he and a friend, Eric Harris, on April 20th, 1999. 13 innocent people were killed, including one teacher. I was stunned when Dylan came through. I hadn't particularly been focusing on anything that could even be remotely associated with him. Like, I wasn't reading a ton about school shootings, or obsessing over the lack of proper gun laws, etc. For him to come through was like getting a visit from someone you have long forgotten about. Oh, but how could we forget about Dylan? His actions started the evolution of school shootings, spiraling it into what it is today, a somewhat regular thing. Dylan, one could say, is the inventor of school shootings. The mastermind behind them. The go to guy for inspiration on how to carry out a school shooting.  I was hesitant to take Dylan's story. I have thought about what I would do before, if a murderer,...

Father's be good to your daughter's. Daughter's will love like you do ... every time I hear John Mayer sing that particular line, I can't help but wonder "who thinks of me when they hear this song?" I'm facing some hard truths currently, as I'm forced to realize, "honey, you were no picnic yourself." I can admit that to myself, but it still sucks taking the blame for the way the main man in my life raised me (god rest your soul). The truth is, I was a fucking nightmare to be with in my younger years. There were a couple of brave men who's demons were probably as dark as mine were, who tried to love me whilst learning to love themselves. And it was every bit as messy as it sounds! As I face spiritual teachers who really aren't healed, though they have built an entire life on claiming that they have paved the way for a new wave of healing in humanity, I realize, I don't want to be like that. I want to admit my human flaws, to myself...

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. ...