The Spirituality of Numbers

A few days ago, I looked at the stats on this blog. There were 33 reads for the day and 33 reads for the day before. I knew there was significance/meaning to this so I looked it up. This is what I found:

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Thirty-three is an Angel number that signifies growth and creativity. It is time to let your imagination shape your life. Pay attention to goals and dreams. Follow the dream you had as a child.

Thirty-three is also called a Master number.  It is nicknamed the "Master Teacher". I like to think that fits. I like to think we all are learning from this blog, that I am a teacher of sorts as I share my journey through writing.  

Thirty-three is a number that has a rare vibration and combines Master numbers 11 and 22. This information led me to look into those numbers. I'm listing the characteristics that speak to me most.

11 

• old soul
• paramount mission is to help others
• keen intuition
• creative
• stand out from crowd
• lean toward career in the arts 

22

• will experience success and support
• need to learn to replace negative with positive thoughts
• require system and routine
• organized
• scientific
• compassionate
• ability to bring elaborate plans to life

111
I went to bed that night knowing that I would make another interesting numerical discovery upon awakening the next morning, and indeed, I did. When I looked at my blog stats, there were 111 reads for the day, a number I know to be magical but was unsure why. So again I looked it up. This is what I found:

Be aware of your thoughts and ideas. Think about what you want, not what you don’t want. Positive thoughts more quickly become reality. Rely on inner wisdom and intuition to guide you. This is a good time to ask for what you want but do it quickly. There is a window of opportunity.

Ask now for what you want...I made list of the things I want and soon:  

• I want this blog to help people with its positive message
• I want it to become financially successful
• I want to continue to learn to be a kind witch 
• I want to "blog" regularly on my favorite local morning radio show

44
The next day, I acted on one of those goals and felt like it was a productive day. When I checked my stats the following morning, the number of pageviews was 44. I looked it up and found it to be an Angel and Master number that signifies balance, achievement, and self-discipline.

My angels are helping me achieve my goals, giving me strength and energy to endure any obstacles. Interestingly, that day I also pulled the Emperor card -- achievement.  

I'm feeling good! This was an enlightening exercise and I encourage you to try it, too. Do a little spiritual number research and find out what kind of person you are and other interesting things. Or maybe you are already familiar with all of this stuff. Either way, please kindly comment and let us know what you think.

Until next time. Peace. 

What the birds tell me

It's been a crazy year, a time in which birds have played a big part of my life. I've been listening to the messages and discovered that birds are definitely messengers. The last month has been especially trying, and my blackbird friends, and then my new mourning dove friends, have helped me cope and find my calm, for the most part.

Following are some observations and experiences I've had that mean something to me, experiences I'm learning from. I'm just bullet listing them. 


blackbirds

• They like my son and me as a team: they fly right over our car multiple times when we are out and about, sometimes independently, sometimes in pairs.
• They are companions on my journey in life.
• When things are bad, they seem to be everywhere, a lot of times in 3's. There were 4 once that swooped low over my porch -- what does that mean? I think they reflect my emotions. They are my spirit animals, and they represent qualities/attributes I see in myself.
• I want to be a raven in my next life.
• Some say they are harbingers of death. Not for me. They are nothing but good, although I don't always feel calmer when they're around.
• On the winter solstice 2019, nary a blackbird was in sight. I believe this was because the mourning doves had a message for me.

mourning doves

• As all the drama was taking place over the last month, I noticed that there would be one or two mourning doves hanging out in the places the blackbirds usually did. Several swooped down over the porch like the blackbirds did. 
• When they were around the blackbirds were gone.
• When the winter solstice hit, the doves were everywhere.
• I thought, what are the doves' messages? This is what I came up with:
• make peace with bad situations 
• make a new beginning
• forgive and let it go
• All of those doves were around for only one day. I haven't seen a single one in a long time since.

So where do I go from here? I'm going to think more, continue to reflect, observe, and listen to the messages. A message for you -- remember, I'm not the only one out and about when these birds display their awesome feats. Look up!

Until next time. Peace.

A Generation of Light Workers

I grew up in a very materialistic, claw-your-way-to-the-top, competitive world. Earning a college degree was important. A lot of that had to do with where I grew up -- Los Alamos, New Mexico, home of Los Alamos National Laboratory. But a lot of it had to do with where in history my generation fell, a time when getting a degree could actually result in a good salary, a time when a family could easily get by on one income.

My generation was also taught that hard work results in good money. You had to earn every cent you made. Build your credit. Nothing should come easy, and there was no such thing as someone who worked hard but made little. Oh! and insure everything, even your health, because you can't afford to lose it.

Years later, many of us began to realize that none of that was working too well. I got my BA and got a job. I started paying rent, I bought (financed) a car, and began spending way out of my means as a new teacher in the 1980s. I was way over my head in debt in no time at all.

As I look back over the years, my life was about money and the lack of it. And that's too bad. I wish it had been more about life. Which leads me to the point of this blog...

The healers
I've noticed on social media that there are many young people who seem to get it. They know our world is in danger. They know that it's about peace and love, not hate and war. They believe in living a kind life. I've had several reach out to me, saying they feel a connection. They definitely are connected,and they are speaking out. I'm happy to notice as well that the rest of the world is starting to listen.

Greta Thunberg is probably the most notable young activist in our country at this time. She's just been named Time magazine's Person of the Year. I don't need to say much more about her, though. I want to talk about an East Mountains kid whom I admire and have been positively influenced by -- Jayden Allen.

Jayden is a hero to me. He saw the plight of the homeless and felt he could fill a need, and people are paying attention. You can read more about what he does at https://eastmountainshopper.com/resident-spotlight-jayden-allen/.

Young people (and grandmas btw) all over the world are standing and speaking up. I am hopeful that this generation of healers will save our planet and our souls.

On a related note, my indigenous friends, too, are embracing their spirituality, speaking out to address past wrongs done to their cultures, and working to correct the historical record. I love it!

Finally, last week, when I had an argument with someone close, a child of six, Nathan, helped me work through my angst. He showed me that empathy is a huge part of the healing process, that we can't judge someone else if we haven't walked in their shoes. Thank you, Nathan.

Until next time. Peace.

More Messages from Mom

My last post talked about a mediumship class I took and how I missed a message from my mom. I was thinking I needed to retrieve the tape from the class in order to find out what she had said.

A Facebook friend, on reading the post, suggested I simply contact my mom myself and ask her to repeat the message. Why didn't I think of that?

So I invited Mom to visit me that night. She didn't. She visited early the next morning. I could feel the chills along my neck as I started my morning routine and I knew it was her.

"Hey, Mom," I said, "Love you." I could feel her all around me and tingles around my neck. I started to cry. I miss her so much. For a moment or two, I sat and just felt her and her love.

"Okay, Mom, I know you had a message for me and I missed it. Can you repeat it? Or do you have something else to tell me?" It felt like maybe the missed message had lost its meaning by now.

I can't explain how the messages come through. I don't hear her voice. I just feel it. "Trust Daniel. He's a good kid and he's moving in the right direction. Have faith in him," she said.

I didn't tell Danny what had happened immediately. I waited a couple of days. It was also a couple of days before I realized a second message she had for me. It just came to me after I spoke with Danny about it. 

I realized I still need to retrieve the recording of that class because it was a different message. Mom says let Danny do it. There's a reason.

Short and sweet today. Until next time. Peace.

Messages from Mom

I have been wishing I could remember what I learned in my mediumship class and I started looking through old posts that I hadn't published. Thank Goddess I wrote this post...from about 3-4 years ago...
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For the last few months, I've been taking a mediumship class over the phone with spirit medium Elizabeth Anglin (http://www.elizabethanglin.com/). I've learned so much.

This week, the next-to-the-last class met. There, we practiced giving each other messages. The idea is for one classmate to give a message to another, a message given to him by a spirit guide.

I was too much in my own head and saying Michelle stuff but when I really concentrated, the message I heard from my guide to give to another classmate was legit. It's a strange experience. I think I get better at hearing the messages as I get better at meditating.

That day was also my mom's birthday. I had been weepy all day, missing her so much. I invited her to that evening's class and hoped...

In class, Elizabeth asked me if I had someone near me and I felt that I did but I couldn't tell who it was. I think I was hoping so hard my mom would be there that I didn't recognize her when she was! I almost said it was her...need to trust my own instincts.

Interestingly, it was at that time that my old dog Buster started whining, and he wouldn't shut up. I was distracted by this when I should have asked myself why he was whining. He adored my mom, followed her everywhere, hung out with her.

A little later, another student gave a message but she thought the message was for herself. Two students thought they were getting the messages directly but Elizabeth told them that no, the message was for someone else. She said that it was for me and that it was from my mom. And I didn't listen closely!! I just remember she ended with "trust". I will listen to the recording.
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I have the class recordings on my computer -- the one that just crashed. I never listened to the recording mentioned in this post. Dammit. 

Meditation can be Stressful

For the last three years, I've been working on meditating. Yes, you have to work at it, if you are like me, a person whose mind races all the damn time. The thought of meditating for 20 minutes sounds easy, honestly. Who wouldn't like that quiet time to just be?

Turns out, 20 minutes is an eternity when you are learning the art of meditation. It isn't easy to calm your mind and body for any amount of time, let alone 20 minutes. And that leads me to the main message of this post -- start small, start slow! It is an art. You do have to learn to do it. Don't try to meditate for 20 minutes right off the bat. I am working on meditating for five minutes each morning after I rise. I've found a few "tricks" that help me calm and clear my mind.

1. I smudge the house beforehand. 
2. I settle on the couch, cross legged, and rest my hands on my knees, palms up. 
3. I close my eyes and start focusing on my breathing...in with good, healing energy...out with the negative energy stored over the night. 
4. I then focus on a chant I often do, in my head. I ask Spirit to send me positive energy, love and light. I ask that three times then ask for healing energy, love and light three times, then calming energy, love and light three times.

By the time I've gone through all that, I'm breathing evenly, I'm relaxed, and I'm at peace. I try to leave my mind open at that point and just exist. However, it isn't easy to do that and sometimes, I simply count slowly in my mind and focus on the numbers. Clear your mind as much as you can.

We only need five minutes of meditation each day to do us good. I still haven't reached five minutes. I meditate for about three minutes each morning. But I also grab those moments throughout the day to meditate a little, find my calm. It only takes a minute or two to do me a world of good.

Short post for today. Please comment if you have tips to help beginners meditate successfully. Peace.