Saturday, 11am 50 S Main St Marion at MACA building

I will be offering a class on psychic awareness/dreams.  click on upcoming link for more info.
space is limited, so come early as they will turn folks away if we get more than 100.

romantic love

   It's important to remember, that in order to keep love alive, one must be loving to their loved one.  Beam loving thoughts to them, show care by actions, allow them the freedom to be who they are as that is who you are supposed to love! Sometimes we try to change a person and, you know what, that just doesn't work out too well.  It's hard enough to change who we are, much less someone else.
  What we say to another person who loves us is so very important.  Their ego is invested in us and our words carry great weight. So, please don't forget to send some words of encouragement, of kindness and helpfulness-- not criticism nor complaint, listen to your own words that you use.  Be grateful and show gratitude to the one who loves you.
   If someone is showing you love, show your appreciation with words and actions.
   Make sure you have FUN with your loved one.  We know we have to share burdens with our partner and sometimes because of all the hard stuff we forget to just have fun.  Create common goals and don't forget what is important to you. Please don't fault find-- it creates space between you and creates unhappiness.
  Develop a sense of humor. It can save you sometimes.
   However, if someone is treating your poorly, love yourself enough to get away before it destroys your spirit.  Sometimes, a person has to lose someone they love before they realize what they had and what they lost.  Sometimes, a person needs to lose someone too, because someone better may be on the way.
   Don't wait for your special person to do right by you first... start the ball rolling and start beaming those loving thoughts.
   Remember when you change the way you do things, the other person will need a bit of time to get used to it.  But they will have to change their response in time when you change the way you relate to them to begin with.
  Okay, that is just my thought for today.
  Here is a link for an awesome poem:
   It's important to remember, that in order to keep love alive, one must be loving to their loved one.  Beam loving thoughts to them, show care by actions, allow them the freedom to be who they are as that is who you are supposed to love! Sometimes we try to change a person and, you know what, that just doesn't work out too well.  It's hard enough to change who we are, much less someone else.
  What we say to another person who loves us is so very important.  Their ego is invested in us and our words carry great weight. So, please don't forget to send some words of encouragement, of kindness and helpfulness-- not criticism nor complaint, listen to your own words that you use.  Be grateful and show gratitude to the one who loves you.
   If someone is showing you love, show your appreciation with words and actions.
   Make sure you have FUN with your loved one.  We know we have to share burdens with our partner and sometimes because of all the hard stuff we forget to just have fun.  Create common goals and don't forget what is important to you. Please don't fault find-- it creates space between you and creates unhappiness.
  Develop a sense of humor. It can save you sometimes.
   However, if someone is treating your poorly, love yourself enough to get away before it destroys your spirit.  Sometimes, a person has to lose someone they love before they realize what they had and what they lost.  Sometimes, a person needs to lose someone too, because someone better may be on the way.
   Don't wait for your special person to do right by you first... start the ball rolling and start beaming those loving thoughts.
   Remember when you change the way you do things, the other person will need a bit of time to get used to it.  But they will have to change their response in time when you change the way you relate to them to begin with.
  Okay, that is just my thought for today.

 click here for an awesome poem about true love:
 http://www.davidpbrown.co.uk/poetry/oriah-mountain-dreamer.html

Turn fear to fantasy

Choices made for us

phone call from beyond

This also happened.

A few years ago, a friend that I had not seen in a while called me up, very upset, as she had been diagnosed with cancer.  She needed to talk with me she was afraid of dying. I felt she had a good chance, but I couldn't guarantee a good result. Secretly, I was afraid, as this was my friend and I was emotionally attached to her.  However,  She seemed satisfied with my answer and it was nice to rekindle our friendship.  

Her name was Amy, and I loved her a lot.  We had spent a lot of time just running around, talking out our problems - she spent the night on occasion, and even assisted me when I went out to work on location a few times.  Amy was only one of 2-3 people that ever called me late in the evening, usually around 10 pm.  When she did call, it was always the same...never, "hello, this is Amy, but just "ANGELA...." then diving right on into the subject at hand, and always excited about whatever she was going to tell me.

   She came to see me in a professional capacity not long after we spoke.  It went well, and she seemed strong, but I told my husband afterwards, "it was like death was sitting in my office."  I was deeply concerned that we would lose her.  However, she seemed to rally and in fact, she overcame the cancer.  I even told her daughter what I had felt before and was so happy to see she had overcame it... I was happy to be wrong. She was cancer free..  I did hear that they had somehow injured her in the process of healing her, however. 

As it happens, Not too long after our last visit, I received a phone call from a friend of hers.  Amy had suddenly taken ill and had passed away over night, and it was related to her injury during treatment.  I couldn't believe it, Amy was gone.

  Her cousin, Dot, emailed me about it, and I spoke on the phone with her adult kids. I had to accept it.

   A few days passed by and I was lying on the couch engrossed in a movie on TV, when my cell phone rang.  The caller ID said "unknown" and I really didn't want to take a call so late at night.  Then my house phone rang. I was not going to get up and search for the house phone, and I did have voice mail after all, so I let it ring.  Next, my cell phone rung again. I was becoming annoyed and saw it was again from an unknown caller. I was worried it was a certain person or two that I really didn't care to hear from just then.  I thought aloud... leave a message.. i will call you back! Finally the ringing stopped.  

  I went to bed a few minutes later and I remembered to check my messages on the house phone. I hoped it would not be a certain caller I was avoiding.  The voice message began... "ANGELA... I'll call you back later."  I felt a sudden relief as it was not the one I was hoping to miss.. it was only Amy!  Then I remembered... it can't be Amy, Amy is dead. At this point I felt like I was a first class fool.  I thought that surely i had been the victim of a hoax! I felt the blood rise up through my body and flush my face.  Then- I thought- that was not a hoax, I spoke with her grieving kids-- Amy had died!  Fear paralyzed my body as I simply did not know how to respond to this. James came into the room. I casually asked him if he would listen to the voice mail and see if he knew who it was. I made my voice sound as light as possible.  He listened and said.. "why, that is Amy!"  I explained that this was a new message, not one from days ago.  Just then the phone began to ring again, but I could not, literally could not, answer it.  I know I am supposed to be this psychic person with all these experiences, but I am also human, this was personal, and this is how I felt.

   I listened again and again to the message. She was loud and clear. There was a lot of background noise coming through as if a TV was on, or as if she were in a bar or a  very loud busy place.  

   I still could not accept what I was hearing. I called her cousin, Dot, and asked her to listen to the voice mail, but I made no mention of why I wanted her to do that.  She did and called back in tears.. "that," she said, "was Amy."

The next night, ten o'clock came and once again, the house phone rang, and once again, I felt paralyzed. I wanted to answer, but I honestly did not know where the cordless phone was.  Then, the cell phone rang. I looked and the caller ID showed "unknown." I knew --knew--it was her, and after the second ring, I screwed up my courage and answered.  I said, "hello?"  There was no reply.  The phone was live, but there was no sound, no reply.  I went the the house phone that was in the bedroom and checked for a new voice mail and sure enough, there it was.  It was the same message, but this time, the background sound was not nearly as loud and she sounded a bit more distant and a bit younger.  She said-- "ANGELA.... I'll try you again later."  Again, I called Dot for confirmation.  She and her adult son listened and were convinced it was in fact our Amy.  

   It was upsetting to me at first that she called, as I felt she might not be at peace.  However, it did occur to me one day why she called, she apparently just needed to let me know she was gone.  She would have wanted me to know that. 

     It gave me comfort to know that when her daughter opened up her special memento box, there was a picture of her grandmother, as well as a picture of me on top.

    Since this happened, the phone has rang again late in the evening, but only one ring. I often wonder if Amy is just checking in to let me know she is around, maybe keeping tabs on me. I hope so.  She is missed.  

strange thing that happened

This happened.

I decided to hold a class on 'aliens" in my home a few years back.  There was quite a crowd in my small home, but everyone seemed ready to enjoy it. Just when we were getting started, a couple, Michelle and Scott, showed up.  I opened the door to let them in, when I saw they had company standing very close behind them.  They apologized for being late, and explained that they had to stop by the airport to pick up their friends as their friends wanted to come as well.  Their three friends, 2 men and a woman, were dark complected and I assumed were native american as one fellow wore a beaded vest that one might find in Cherokee. The guys were about 35-40, the lady was middle aged and wore a green dress.  One of the men was very tall and serious looking.  Of course they were welcome and I invited them in.  Because they were unknown to me, I was concerned about making a good impression, as the other folks knew me and knew what to expect.  On a side note, I felt a lot of Aquarian energy in the room.  Although I am not an astrologer, I  asked how many happened to be Aquarius, and oddly enough, the entire left side of the room raised their hands.  Only one Aquarian was on the right- Scott- as he was standing with his wife. I want to add at this point, that my friends are intelligent, lovely and highly educated people- just in case you are wondering.

I proceeded with the class, and realized as we progressed that I knew little about aliens, and wondered what I was thinking when I set this class up. Folks seemed to be okay with it, however, although the tall man never smiled and just sort of stared at me. I worried a little about how he was feeling about things. We paused for a break, and I peeked into the kitchen where the folks were having mingling and having snacks and saw the lady standing alone, but wearing a pleasant expression. We continued the class and finally it was over, and the new folks were the first to leave. I walked them to the door and the man in the vest shook my hand, said they enjoyed it and I would be seeing them again. This was a great relief to me. I must have become distracted, as when I looked back, I saw them already in their silver car, rolling quickly on down the road. I thought it was so strange that my friends had to pick them up at the airport since they had their own car! 

  Finally everyone left, except my 2 friends, who wanted to stay and just chat for a while.  This is when things got weird. 

While we visitied on the porch and I mentioned that the tall man who came with them sort of made me nervous as he was so very serious, but that I hoped he liked me.  Scott did not respond at first, but finally said, after exchanging looks with Michelle, "we don't know what man you are referring too". I explained that I was referring to the tall man who came with them.  Again, they reassured me that they had no idea - as they had not seen nor brought a tall man with them.. at all.  I became quite agitated and excited put no matter how I described him, they were adamant that no one fitting that description was there, and certainly not there with them.  I called another friend later who had been there as well,  and told her about this, and she said that she did not see that man either.  This created a lot of confusion for me and I often thought about it and tried to sort it all out.

 A few years later, I gave a presentation in a restaurant in Little Switzerland which the my 2 friends attended. For whatever reason during this presentation, I repeated the story that I have just shared with you.  At this point, Scott interrupted, and explained that I had misunderstood what they had said.  Oh no.. I felt so embarrassed! Had I imagined that they did said they did not see this man? No...Scott explained,  what they told me was... they had seen NO ONE at all! They had brought NO ONE from the airport, had brought NO friends, and saw NO native Americans at all.  They said that they simply had not known what to say to me that day when I was talking about them being there.. as they had no idea why I thought they brought them or said they had been to an airport. Michelle assured me that she had a memory like a steel trap and that there were no native Americans there - much less any one they had brought. They had been totally confused by what I had been saying that day when I was referring to the three friends who were clearly with them!

   Because I had remembered so many Aquarians and how odd that they had sat together, I remembered many of the participants. I called them to see if anyone remembered the others that were there.  No one recalled anyone brown in the sea of white people there on that day. Another friend, Tena, said that as she herself was part native american,  she would have made sure to have spoken with them, much less noticed them.

I have to this day, no explanation as to whom these people were, and I have not seem them, as far as I know, since. I can't help but wonder if the subject matter had anything to do with it. If so, I hope they weren't too disappointed in whatever I was saying that day.   

Hurdles -inner or external

Looking back- looking ahead