A Day in my Life :: The World is Ending

"It's almost here, - it's time to get ready"; the girl proclaimed. "are you ready."     
For what, I thought.
'May 21', she stated.
OK, I will play along; 'what happens on May 21, 2011?'
'Well', she said, 'I get to go to heaven'. 
Strange women. So I asked, 'have you have been given this date as a time that you are going to die, or are you checking out on that day?'

She looked at me as though I had two heads.

" It's the day that many of us get to go to our maker. It's the beginning of the end. It's the day of rapture. The fires start in October, so I am hoping I am on the list in May."

"There is a list",  I asked.

She rolled her eyes at me. 'YES, but you have to believe', she said. 

In what, I thought again.   Strange girl, but now I was getting frustrated get to the point.

I finished my very frustrating conversation with this girl and headed home to research and understand exactly what this girl was talking about. The magic of information on the internet is that there is an abundance of information regarding May 21, 2011 and October 21, 2011 .............as being the end of the world.


WHAT ?!!!?

Here we go again I thought. How many times do people try to find an end to the world.   Apparently 44 times it has been predicted, and we are still here .... on earth. 

Is it possible the world will end?  Absolutely. There is always a possibility of a disaster, but more likely as humans we will likely destroy it ourselves with weapons or by not taking care of the environment.

The earth is angry. She shows us with her mud slides, with earth quakes and other natural disasters.  She wants peace, she wants us to take care of the HER, and quit poisoning her. Mother Earth wants us to stop the wars.

And  people continue to discuss and  believe that it is the end of the world.
Do you remember the evening of December 31,1999; when the whole world was waiting for a huge shut down of computers, financial instiutions and the world population was in limbo. While some people were simply bringing in the new year,others were waiting for the world to stop functioning.  I woke up and nothing had changed.

So, if you really believed that you were 'being taken' on the 21st of May, do you pack a suitcase, sit at the side of the road?   Can you imagine the let down at the end of the day when you are still sitting there with your suitcase.   The humiliation that God didn't pick you.  You weren't good enough to go on.  'To much pressure' I say.

So I thought, if this is the prediction then wouldn't all the churches be on board with this theory.   Wouldn't they have little sleep over signs.

Pick my church to come home.  Pick me, Pick me.  

So I went for a drive and discovered that not one church had a sign. Not one.
So if this was 'a for sure thing', why are the churches not giving the date or getting  on board with the plan.

When I ask if the end is near, my Guides chuckle and explain that I have many years of work left.   Hmmm, not quite what I was hoping for. I was hoping for the lottery numbers, retirement, or maybe even a trip to a tropical island.
The information that I get is that we are in for BIG changes in the next year and that we move into a more spiritual side of things. And as light workers, it is our job to help more and more people. It's time for change, it's time for peace and it is time for the swords to be put down.

hmmmmmmmm

A Day in my Life :: I'm out of the Closet

Well I am not hanging in the trees anywhere. I have checked a couple of times and yes, I still have a pulse.  

After over ten years, I finally did readings in my home town and I lived to tell you about it.   My name appeared in the paper, and I had friendly comments (some a little stand offish) but over all it was rather well accepted.   Only three people ran to the other side of the street...... and maybe that wasn't even because of me.  I would say that was rather good odds.  

One women who came for a reading looked me in the eye and asked where I was from.   I replied and noted that I was from the same town she lives in. She was quick to decide that she did not want a reading from me  "Not someone who is from the same Town she declared. Likely she was afraid of it being a small town and you know I might have to tell everyone about her and her reading.  It is like this after you leave the seat pretty much all the information goes with you.  After having 10 other people before you looking for some sort of guidance in their world my head is so tired,  that the last thing I want to do is set up a singing telegram for everyone to hear.   Its gone, don't ask me what I said because I have no idea.  Its gone.  I like that, because the last thing I want to have is other peoples business in my head all night long.

I dressed normal for the readings and I left the witch hat, gypsy suit, cats, broom, all at home with my crystal ball.

The readings were a nice quiet introduction into the immediate area.  No one showed up with a rope, there were no fires - (good thing as my Husband and Sons are on the fire department.  (I have a tendency to get into trouble with fires from them - only once ok twice).  Once I had a bon fire that was about 20 feet wide and thirty feet high that may have caused a just little commotion.    The other one well........I blew my self off the fire about 20 feet away.   I am not allowed gas for my fires anymore.   But hey it was a good day.

I got to tell you I woke up in a sweat, actually it was a full blown panic attack. I grabbed a cup of tea on the way and strolled in.  Yes, I was nervous, my first time full out nervous.  One of the other readers decided to break the ice and get things rolling and a couple of us pull a couple of cards.    That got the energy moving.   Then we had clients coming.  Then I was fine or so I thought....

The first couple of readings were a great warm up; then the door opened and I heard a familiar voice.   "Do you remember me".  I was really hoping a hole opened up in the floor and I was swallowed up.   That didn't happen (well so much for the magic powers and the "poof your a frog" ).    Sitting across from me waiting for a reading was my teacher from third and fourth grade. That teacher scared me to death when I was in her class, and she was doing a pretty good job of it now.   I could clearly remember those old pointer sticks at school. I could feel my legs tremble, but the funny thing is, the teacher didn't seem to notice. But  just for the heck of it, I had to tell her. In her school teachers voice of authority she laughed and said "get on with it".

She laughed and laughed. I remembered back in the day, I would go to school with a dirty face sometimes, I wore clean clothes,  but it depended on the day. My Mother worked nights and didn't seem to notice when us kids stepped out.
It was interesting having the former teacher sitting in front of me for a reading; I called her by her first name and that was a big deal for me.   I never dreamed in a million years I could address her so informally.

Amazingly the former teachers view of me was different. She recanted that I was a good student. REALLY,  I thought REALLY?!  I recalled that homework wasn't something of much importance (I may have blamed the dog for eating my homework on more than one occasion);  but here I was getting ready to do the reading of my former teacher. Oh, and did I tell you, I was scared?   So I started the reading and the next thing I realized is that we were finished.  I lived through it and she was happy. HAPPY - well I was glad the magic didn't work today.  

The next few readings flew by; then I opened the door for the next person to take a seat for a reading.  And now I was face to face with the teachers daughter.  Now the teachers daughter is a few years older than I am,  and not the kind of girl you wanted to 'mess with' in school.  She was the kind of girl you stayed clear of if at all possible. Yes I was afraid of her at the time.   I think if maybe you read between the lines I might have been just a little scared of my whole day.  I began the reading for the teachers daughter and half way through the reading I started to laugh. I told her that if I could have seen the soft heart she had back then, the school bus ride may have been a lot more fun. We laughed over our impression of each other as kids and finished up with a great big hug.  

So how did I get involved doing readings in my home town?  Well that is a story in itself.   My daughter brought home an advertisement about a new hair salon in town and told me that I knew the lady that was opening the shop. I looked at the ad and sure enough  I went to school with her,  so I gave her a call.   It was a Monday and I was off so I called, but no answer.   I came home on Wednesday and saw the number I thought to myself, how nice they call you back even when you don't leave a message.  So I called again.   The girl I went to school with answered the phone and said hey can I call you back in 15 minutes.

Strange I thought, usually they just give you a time and thought no more about it.     Then she called.  " I am mad", she said.  Mad I thought.
"You didn't tell me!" she said.   Well, I thought you don't have a machine to leave a message.   "I had to hear it from my friend who lives two hours away."   That I needed a hair cut I thought ?? What ?? Who on earth there would know that I needed a hair cut?  Before I could say another word she told me she was having a Grand Opening Party and it would include a Psychic Fair and would I be a reader.    Well then I laughed.   Sure I said and then I hung up.

Hold on I thought. No, No, and well NO!!  Wait a minute, this was in my home town. Your expecting me to break a major rule. I don't do readings anywhere that is under an hour and a half away near to my town.

I had better call her back no maybe go see her explain the rule and talk her out of it.    I went to see her and we talked and talked about school.  I did a reading for her while I was there and then..... oh..... I forgot to tell her no.
But it was for a good cause, to raise money for a little boy struggling with Leukemia.  How could I say no.  The money raised would help his family while they were battling this disease.  I had to go.  I went and I lived.  

This is where I am meant to be.   I will be a part of their new family.  I will open my shop (actually a room in her shop) this coming September. It will give me the opportunity to  do readings from my own space, to finally put some roots down and to stop running.   I still will do some readings while on the road.  But I am excited to join this group and I already feel like I belong.  I haven't felt like that in a long time. Thank you everyone for including me.   

If anyone in Town gives me a hard time, there is now a group of supporters who can go "POOF YOUR A FROG".