tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8151067782050623512024-03-13T15:09:13.053-07:00Marla Frees LightThe normal life of a Psychic Medium and Spiritual Life CoachMarla Freeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05718584123784420665noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815106778205062351.post-31146744402732329812014-01-01T13:21:00.000-08:002015-12-18T15:01:43.130-08:00A Holiday Healing: Part One and Part Two<div class="MsoNormal">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The precious six year old Deb Suder with her fishing prize, an eel as big as her.</td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16pt;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Part One ( this event happened on December 18, 2013)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I am in
awe of how the dead can show me details of their former life and also, details they see about us. It is an amazing slide show-movie in sensor-round for me.
I share this evidentiary experience with
their living loved ones, confirming that we don’t really die.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But a pop in visit by a deceased loved one can be just like any living
dysfunctional family during the holiday. There are some personalities and
family members that stir the pot triggering emotions, bumbling humor, buckets
of laughter and sometimes, deep, old pain. Sometimes the dead admit
their harmful behavior and apologize. That can be rewarding, gut wrenching and
challenging for the living, as they try to make sense that a loved one is reaching out beyond the grave. It is my experience that is a wonderful opportunity for the living and the dead, to forgive and move on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Christmas celebrates the birth of Christ the savior who came to change
the world, teach us a new way, and forgive our sins. This 2013
Holiday season brought an opportunity to birth a new life, forgive, and transform a client with a <i>holiday healing.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Deb
Suder, a resident of my hometown of Bedford Pennsylvania, found me on Facebook.
She was curious about what I do and quick to comment on my posts. I liked her
wit and perky sensibilities. Within a few months Deb requested a phone session
with me. I’d never met her, nor do I know her family, but it is always a treat
when someone from my hometown contacts me for a reading.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I
can connect to a dead person who knows Bedford, I get to see the town in an
incredible cinematic way. The dead fly my mind to various places. There is a ‘wonderful life’ charm to Bedford, but the vignettes are not
all Frank Capra-esk. I see things in a James Cameron way, with sweeping wide
helicopter shots of the church steeples and historical markers, football fields, dairy farms and family homes down to the
minute contents of dirt in a flowerbed, where the dead show me the kinds of flowers they grew in their garden. It is all so sumptuous for me because the essence of Bedford is in my soul. I still don’t know the names of all the streets but with
the dead it does not matter they will make their point.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For
about thirty minutes before I was to call Deb, I felt the presence of a loved
one who was going to address a serious issue that Deb had wondered about her
whole life. I got out my yellow note pad and wrote down these notes: <i>the father wants to apologize for leaving so soon, he knows
his behavior in life and death has had a dramatic impact on his daughter. There
will be a question of abuse, caused by a family member and family friend. This
wound has been buried in Deb’s body, the secrets must come out.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I called
Deb and we shared our excitement of getting a chance to talk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I prepared her that I had already been given
heads up about our session. I read her my notes. She was shocked, “Marla,
the abuse issue is exactly what I had been so concerned about?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>BAM!
Right off the bat, Spirit in their divine wisdom was there to help Deb.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Marla,
today is the 13 year anniversary of my being diagnosed with MS.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Deb shared that her thyroid
had shut down at the age of twelve and that as a teenager she went on synthetic
thyroid medication after gaining 300 lbs. The fifth chakra energy
system is located at the throat area. Difficulty in expressing how one thinks or
feels (related to the throat or 5th chakra area) is classic in abused children. Deb, out of fear and trauma at the hands of adults who were supposed to care for her, shut down her voice. Gaining all the weight was also
a way to protect Deb from the inappropriate contact she
experienced. When the mind shuts down, so does the body and all
sorts of maladies can arise. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Secrets
make you sick; it is only in the disclosure of painful and shameful situations
that the body, mind, and spirit can heal. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“
Deb, now is the time to look at some of these issues and hopefully unlock the
wounds that are in your body so you can heal this pain.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I began
to share what I was feeing and hearing from her father. He had been dead for
many years. He was very sad about the impact his life and death had on others.
He'd carried the deep remorse about the familial abuse inflicted on Deb, the
shame of his death, how it hurt Deb and how very sorry he was. Then my
head started to hurt, which is typical when there has been a head injury of
some kind to the deceased. I will feel pain or problems associated with how
they died, as evidence for their loved ones.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “ Marla, my father
killed himself with a shot to the head, when I was seven. I saw him right after he did it. His bloody hand reached out for me, I ran and
hid in the kitchen.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> My God,
what an image for a precious child to have witnessed. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This event haunted Deb her entire life. Deb
and I sat on the phone in a kind of three-way call with her deceased father, as
he took this opportunity to apologize for his actions. Then her father stepped
aside and details and images of other things began to roll in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “ Deb they are telling me
that you lived off Rt. 220 near Osterberg. They are showing me Beegle’s
Christmas tree farm."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “ I did live off 220
on the way to Osterberg, on another property, not Beegle’s but it was a
Christmas tree farm.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “ Deb, I’m hearing a woman’s
voice. She is telling me that she is so proud that you became a nurse; she
says you have her face and hands. This must be your mother.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “ But my mom was dead
when I became a nurse!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> This was perfect, we now had
the opportunity to talk about what I call, ‘dead people 101’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Deb, when loved ones
die they still see us and feel us. Just like your dad knowing his death had
such a profound impact on your life, your mom also knows about you. Just
because she was dead, doesn’t mean she doesn’t know. She sees you, she also feels your joy
and sadness. It is the body that dies, consciousness doesn’t.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Suddenly I was given a
flood of information from Debs mother, and my mind flew to the inside of
Debs refrigerator of all places.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “ Oh my God Deb, I am
in your refrigerator, and your mom shows me you have finally gotten rid of
those Tupper Wear containers filled with tangled spaghetti looking things!” Deb
laughed, but I pressed on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Wait, there are two other men
with her, I think they are uncles. One of these men is teasing you about
fishing, pulling you or something. Wait, now someone shows me Roger
Arnold, why Roger Arnold?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Roger Arnold is a hometown
friend of mine since grade school. A very tall, kind, funny, smart and ornery
nursing supervisor, Roger had just come to the attention of all of us on Facebook, who care about him, after he fell out of a tree stand (a post used for hunting) and broke
his back. Miraculously he has survived, is walking, and on the mend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Oh my
gosh Marla, that must be uncle Bill! He fell out of a tree stand in the middle
of the woods, in fact, that’s how he died! The other uncle is Jack. We used to
go fishing and one time at the pond, he had to pull me back by my belt as I
tried to reel in an eel that was as big as me! And that tangled
spaghetti-looking mess in those containers, were earthworms, night crawlers,
fishing bait! I threw them out right before Thanksgiving to make room for the
twenty pound turkey I was gona cook. One of those containers I’d had since the
2012 trout season!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“
Well your mom is really happy you got rid of them!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were
in Hysterics.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
was just wonderful that Uncle Bill thought to use Roger Arnold as an example so that I could understand what had happened to Bill in death, but that also means to me that
the dead, know about other people in the same area who have needed help. I definitely believe that the other side heard the prayers of Roger and his loved ones, and came to his aid. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Finding
out that the squiggly noodles I saw were worms, was amazing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“ Your
Dad is still here and he mentions that there is something wrong with the front
door of your home, and there is a drainage problem on the left side of the
house, you need to clean out the gutter.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “ Yep Marla,
the door sticks and the gutter is frozen.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Look Deb your mother
wants you to know she watches you often, and is talking about seeing your brother
Rick driving in downtown Bedford. She says that Rick is driving down Pitt
Street by the movie theatre right now, as we are talking.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Later
that evening, Deb was able to confirm that her brother Rick, was in fact driving
down past Pitt Street and the movie theatre the same time we were talking to mom.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> It was quite the
session, filled with wonderful confirmation and great details of love and
laughter. But spirit opened up their own can of worms addressing the abuse
issue right away. It is by the grace of God that this session happened and that
there was restitution made, but it is very important for Deb to get the proper
help to untangle the wounds that have shut parts of her body down. Talking to a
health professional will help Deb stabilize the memories. Deb’s memories are coming back and along with those, is the upset
and confusion of why adults would hurt such a precious child.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> “Maybe if I forgive and
let go, that will help my dad and others who hurt me move on too.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Deb is absolutely
correct, and it is the beautiful, compassionate, precious spirit of Deb that
had endured her situation and in turn has always helped others. But this
holiday season, God thought it was time to help Deb and in that loving spirit
give her the strength to now help herself too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a
most special holiday healing for us all.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Here is what transpired two years to the day in Deb's life.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Part Two ( just posted second part, December 18th 2015)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Well it has been 2 years since my reading
with Marla, and what an amazing 2 years of transformation it has been.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Right after the reading, Spirit allowed for more of the hidden
memories of my childhood sexual abuse to surface. I
saw first hand as a third party, the memories what those men did to me. It literally shook me to my knees. I prayed, "Why am I just now finding
this out? And why ME?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">And just like that, a voice came to
me. "My dear child, you ask why you? I say why not you?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">"You were spared the memories till now for a reason, and
wonderful things are going to come about.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">How could anything wonderful come out of knowing this and
having the memories of this horrific abuse?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Shortly after my reading with Marla and my
own communication with God/Spirit, dead people starting showing up to
me. OK, I really thought I was going crazy. But
Marla reassured me, "No you are not going crazy, this is
really happening. Ask them questions. Ask how you can help them.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">So the more I communicated with them,
the more that came and needed my help. Is this crazy? No, it isn't. This has been my life for the past two years. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue";">In my former career I had been a nurse. I helped many people cross
over and assisted people to go into the light all the time, but they were alive! Now, I am
assisting the deceased, to find their way into the light. Some
come in with messages for their loved ones. Some have unfinished
business. My own dead loved ones have come through with messages for me as
well. My father tried many times to come through but waited till all
things were in place to make amends with me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue";">It wasn't till last December, a year after my initial reading
with Marla, that my deceased dad was able to talk with me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">He said, "I know you always
wanted to know the life you would have had if I would have lived. It will all
come together at the end, just wait and see.” He then showed me a little
movie. I saw how the actions of one person affected so many, not just mine, but my
brothers'. My father needed to make amends with me and take responsibility for his actions here on earth as part of his own healing on the
other side. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Everything does happen for a reason.
As my father said, "We are making something wonderful and beautiful out of
something so terrible.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Yes, now I understand. All that I have been
through in my life has made me who I am today, a loving, caring, and
compassionate person with a wonderful gift from Spirit. The gift to
be able to communicate with the deceased and continue to help people heal their
grief with messages from beyond. I have accepted this gift with open arms
and heart. Marla has been there for me every step of the way, helping me
understand all of this and where my life is taking me. She suggested I go to the Monroe Institute where I could continue my training. The courses and like minded people have been the greatest blessing to expand my consciousness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">My life of service, not that of a nurse, but that
of a medium. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Everything in life happens for a
reason. We may not know the reason right away but in time we will know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue";">Out of darkness comes growth. The holiday healing has come full circle!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #29303d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A quote from Stacey’s Facebook web page, “Curious what horses
can bring to your life? I've never seen someone walk out of the round pen
untouched by the experience.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #29303d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">…Yes, it is curious what horses bring into your life, but it
becomes a whole different experience with the help of Stacey J. Warner.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #29303d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I didn’t know what to expect, and that is the best way to
approach a session with Stacey and the horses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="color: #29303d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Stacey is a combination of intuition, expertise, and cowgirl
rolled into a gentle laser beam of awareness. She doesn’t just whisper to
horses, she sees, hears and feels who they are AND what they are saying about
us. That's why stepping into a round pen with one of the horses and Stacey
perched to coach, gives us humans a unique perspective of our lives. This is
not a riding session, in fact you never get on the horse; nope, this is a
“being” session. We come face to face with all 1200 lbs of muscle that is either
working with us or against us. This becomes a perfect dance as we have to find
cooperation within ourselves and then with the horse. <i>It all starts with the heart.</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Monroe Institute of Consciousness, to the grief of my cat’s failing health, and his miraculous bouncing back through one of his 9 lives. My heart was
getting more than a work out. I knew that taking a session with Stacey would
helpful. But I had no idea how that would look, or should I say... feel.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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like they were colorful family members and had even intuited which one I would
be drawn to. She was right, Gretchen, the dark sorrel, part Clydesdale, alpha
female was who I chose. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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came up for me while standing next to Gretchen, was profound respect and yet I
was overwhelmed with an awareness that I missed so much in my youth, I had no
concept of who I was back then, and in this moment with Gretchen, I knew all
would be ok. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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finger comb the straw from her mane, and I immediately remembered that a great
deal of my time with horses was about wanting to please my father, and in that
moment I felt paralyzed. Stacey guided me through that fear and drew my
attention to how Gretchen was responding to me; the relationship I was creating
with Gretchen was an opportunity to see myself in a different way. Stacey
brought my attention to how I approached Gretchen, and how I approach people in life was similar, why some things work and why they don’t. The horse is the reflection, an immediate mirror for the student.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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thoroughbred who had been eyeing me, and me him. I fantasized galloping with him over
a finish line to victory, but my work started when I felt the pull to press my
heart against him. That meant I had to stand right in front him, placing my
heart at his breastbone. I was tentative, but Stacey said, “Yes, do it”,
and when I followed my intuition, WHAM! Deep sadness, and profound joy shook my
chest and pried it wide open.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to
remember to breathe as I reconnected to the energy that helped me gain so much
strength and confidence as a child. My father had given me the greatest gift
for my ninth birthday, a buckskin Arabian/quarter horse, and in that
relationship I found freedom, power and strength that helped me moved through
the tortured home life of emotional and physical abuse at the hands of my
mother. BAM! Yes, I had healed that, and there was Rushmore to remind me, and
Stacey to guide me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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key in a lock, reminded my back that I had been holding in such powerful
emotion. Being with these great, huge, sentient beings was a risk worth taking
I had no choice but to share my heart so they would know me. Brilliantly guided
by cowgirl, angel Stacey, I learned life in the round pen is a mirror for the
delicate balance of all life, ego has no place in making things work,
cooperation is essential, truth comes out because the horses know our shit and
it can all be fun, even the scary parts. <i>It all starts with the heart.</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The girl was anxious, wanting to get back to the rose bush and save it from being ravaged by the beetle that was just doing what a beetle does. Already the pattern of codependence was set up. There I was at such a young age trying to stop the destruction that seemed an inevitable pattern of my family. As though the hunger of my fearful unhappy parents were just doing what they did to survive and the child was the rose. The analogy was daunting.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Tending to the garden of our soul is not something we think about often. But Spirit, in it’s divine wisdom, set up a situation for me to heal the foundation of my roots as well as protect how I bloom.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">A few months ago I was getting ready to set course with a production company on a project when Spirit told me, <i>“We want you to heal some of your history.” </i>Hum, well, of course I wondered how that would happen, but our agendas or what we think about how such a thing can transpire is often contrary to what we WANT to have happen. I like to have things be loving and copacetic so that communication can be resolved in a harmonious way. But this time I could not make that happen because Spirit had a different idea.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Spirit told me as my head was in the toilet, <i>“You now can see the damage and feel the pattern of abuse; time to heal it. We want you to go to ‘The Meadows.’”</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px color: #000000;">The Meadows on one hand is a place for the rehabilitation of many different addictions, but they also have a workshop that was suggested to me by my therapist friends and colleagues who knew about this place. They all said I must do the “Survivor” program. </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">This weeklong workshop investigates the origins of adult dysfunctional behaviors by exploring early childhood trauma that has led to various addictions, depression, eating disorders and painful relationships. In this revolutionary educational and experiential process, participants learn to identify and address family-related issues that took place from birth to 17 years of age. The primary focus of the workshop is to learn to deal with the emotions that accompany any less-than-nurturing past event, and then to work on resolution of the consequential grief and anguish. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">May we all be lucky enough to have the gift of Spirit to help us see the healing and beauty by tending to the garden of our souls.</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><i>The Meadows is located in Wickenberg AZ.</i> http://www.themeadows.com/</span></span><br />
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This is what I think 2012 is all about. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Time has sped up. Situations we thought were trivial are
now more important than ever. Bodies feel irritated, out of alignment and unsettled. Minds are being
yanked around by the emotions of our own lives and the
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In order to keep up we must shift, change our vibration. The body tells us what
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Do we really want awareness? It’s difficult, it feels like we are going to die, our heart and minds ripped apart with fear when we face our past, and clean up what we can, and embrace the uncertain future.<br />
We can then transform to something that is more ...fluid.<o:p></o:p><br />
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I watch as people who are vibrant, curious, funny and loving
cannot come to terms with their life choices. They hold themselves in the most
critical ways, not understanding that they can make different choices. Choices
for themselves that very well may have a profound effect on others. But until
they do come to the realization, drop the shame and dig in, they will not shift
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When a deceased loved one wants to communicate, and they are
able to break the veil of death to come back and share messages, it is simply one
of the most heart warming yet shocking experiences.<br />
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It is my job to help
facilitate this. Losing someone we love can be the most painful yet
transformational experiences of our lives. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Most of the sessions that I do as medium are NOT set up by
me, they are facilitated most often by the dead themselves. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When I was back in my hometown and staying at the Bedford
Springs Resort, I ran into a group of stunning, fashionably attractive women
all walking out to the Tavern for lunch.
I did a double take and recognized a childhood acquaintance I’d not seen
in 35 years. Rossanne and I were suprised to see each other. ‘Please join us” she said. I was simply
delighted to be part of their birthday celebration over salad and wine for
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way too funny, I usually can explain my work, but these questions just reminded me that not a lot of people will understand. Then I heard the way I
hear things, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“ Simply tell them you can
hear, see and feel dead people, you can see what they want their loved ones to
know, you can help facilitate this love that continues</i>”…then they all
gasped and tried to explain about Marcia who was a little late.
Marcia had lost her husband David, to Cancer. I
immediately thought, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">OK Spirit you have
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Marcia was delightful and beautiful. We shared a good laugh about
Marcia’s hunting passion, as she whipped out her phone to share some bucolic
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We started is FB friends and then one night I felt I had to
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She was sad, like only those who have lost a spouse can be. A sadness that leaves only when time and experience can find a home for it.<br />
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I was overcome with emotion, not my emotion, an upset for
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I tried to fight what was happening but said, “If you want me to explain what I am feeling I will, but I think I have your husband here, do you want to hear this?” she said, "yes".<o:p></o:p><br />
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Other more intimate details the only they can share, that I
will not be able to remember, but it was for them, and Marcia agreed I could
share some of this with you.<o:p></o:p><br />
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He was a joy, and wouldn’t stop, he kept talking, showing,
and loving all at the same time….we were both stunned and crying at the same
time. David had released his shell and was still loving her. David had made this all happen, and for a brief moment we were both transported
to a place of love, hope and life.<br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was just introduced to him like many of you, through the news. How he had had a serious heart condition all his life, but over the last week his story and life have been the subject of hope and amazement as he recorded on YouTube his...well, his own eulogy days before he actually passed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am moved by the treasures of life but often numbed by my own stupid thoughts of self loathing. Disappointment that things don’t always smell like roses, that my love life has not worked out the way I fantasized, or that no matter what creams I buy or how much I exercise, I still don’t look like Cindy Crawford. The pitiful sad wounded parts of me that sometimes get activated and put me on a pity-party spiral. But today Ben changed that for me, I hope forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Most of you know that death is part of my job. You know through the many stories I have shared that the dead give me so many details for their loved ones so many feelings, memories and thoughts that in my job I am graced to be able to do this for others. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You also know that there is more than skepticism about this subject. The life after death question, not to mention the judgment (understandably so) of those of who might be accused of being ambulance chasers, taking advantage of grief and charging money to remove the curse of the grief that consumes us. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But Ben overcame all of that for me today. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No, I am not saying that Ben came to me, as the dead often do, and wants me to track down his family to give them messages... no today BEN and HIS FAMILY have messages for me, for us and we can either feel them or not.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I do find it very interesting that when I wanted and needed sleep, I was wakened with a blast of cold that irritated me so much that no matter how I moved the covers I could not get myself comfortable. So I bitched, told that cat I didn’t want to get up, pulled myself out and in my mid-morning-stupor, turned to the web stories of CNN …. </span><b><span style="color: #434343; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; letter-spacing: -1pt;">Doomed teen Ben Breedlove shares life after death experiences on YouTube. </span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We will all some day feel doomed by death, but not Ben. Ben and those he touched</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> are blessed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Thank you Ben and your loving family and Spirit, who share you with the world.</span><o:p></o:p><br />
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I picked up some little juicy Clementine’s, broccoli, a hunk of dark chocolate and started to walk home when I heard the way I hear things, “ sit and have some soup.”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">I started to walk home and saw my friend Lina who works at my local Starbucks. We have a familiar morning relationship that centers around one shot of peppermint and Mocha for my holiday latte.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Hey how are you?” She buoyantly asked. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“Well Lina, I’m really sad that our Blockbuster is going out of business… I need a hug.” We laughed, but she hugged me anyway and then it just popped in my head to ask about her girlfriend, Kit. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">“ Well actually she is right over here”…She led me to the back corner of Starbucks where Kit was hunkerd down at her computer. We all three commiserated on how we like and dont like ordering videos on line… when Lina said, “ today is the anniversary of Kit’s mothers death.” <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">My headache flared. So for the next 40 minutes we talked to Jo Ann, Kit's mom. She had died from a brain aneurism. Lots of funny wonderful, interesting details that had Kits eyes wet, red and joyous that her mom knew so much about her, like she had been looking over her shoulder in preparation for our meeting. My headache stopped when Jo Ann said to her daughter, “ Be joyous...Oh, and fix your bike.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">This is how I want my holiday to be, filled with Spirit and the messages that they have for others …and me.<br />
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I recently poked my head into a College reunion. It was held at an esteemed University that all people choose to go to at some point in their lives.</div>
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I'm sure that every political candidate, (ok, with the exception of maybe one) have gone to this school, gotten their Masters and maybe even a Doctorate or two. This is not a place of discrimination. This is where you can find smart, well educated, attractive, or not so educated, poor and not so attractive. Some of the most famous people in the world have spent years there, but they don’t list it on their resume. </div>
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I came from a family that donated their life and energy to this University. Some of the classes were honorary for me, I didn't even have to attend. I just got the credit because of my family's history. <o:p></o:p></div>
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No tuition is really free. Some classes we have taken, we conveniently have forgotten; then the bill comes, with interest. I am sure that we have all learned a great deal when going to these classes, but can occasionally be remiss in remembering.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So I encourage you to do what I have just done, count up the credits that you forgot you had, or even remember how much time you have spent or are spending at the esteemed institution of :</div>
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Marla Freeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05718584123784420665noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815106778205062351.post-73156243863569679152011-08-19T10:25:00.000-07:002011-08-23T08:41:28.580-07:00"It's So Ridiculous Now That I'm Dead"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5eTGLVGxdc/Tk6cObG7nPI/AAAAAAAAAqk/YWNFx0L4rJU/s1600/woodframe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="299" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F5eTGLVGxdc/Tk6cObG7nPI/AAAAAAAAAqk/YWNFx0L4rJU/s320/woodframe.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">I never know how these sessions start, I don’t have people yelling from beyond the grave HEY THIS IS BILL WHY CANT YOU HEAR ME!?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> Things are reveled in the frequency and way that Spirit has set up. Today her deceased father came in saying. “I was irritating.” Mandy agreed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Her father revealed to me a bedroom. I drew on my standard yellow pad of paper a door from the hall entering a small space. Her father impressed in my mind these images. He showed me that he was standing in the bedroom and Mandy’s mother was in the doorway, yelling at him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Her father then revealed a frame, a huge frame of wood that he had built. At first I thought it was like an over sized frame for a painting, or he was being creative with making a huge frame for the doorway. Mandy was nodding her head.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Mandy your father is telling me, “ She stood there and just yelled at me, NOW can you see how ridiculous this was, cause now I am DEAD!” He was serious but the irony of the situation was apparently part of his personality. Mandy welled with tears and I asked. "Does this mean something to you?"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">She said,“You have drawn my brothers bedroom. My father was building a frame for a murphy bed, my mother was mad at him, they argued, he got sick and died before he finished it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Her father was sad, sad that time here on earth was wasted, arguing.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">" It's so ridiculous now that I'm dead."</span><o:p></o:p></div></div>Marla Freeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05718584123784420665noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815106778205062351.post-19138010724717930242011-06-29T22:33:00.000-07:002011-07-01T10:37:17.514-07:00The Bliss of Connection<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nX4EwUpN9-w/TgwJ4YywUJI/AAAAAAAAAp4/0xMZX3u7l2c/s1600/18162_ac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nX4EwUpN9-w/TgwJ4YywUJI/AAAAAAAAAp4/0xMZX3u7l2c/s1600/18162_ac.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">When Richard Dreyfus’s character had a Close Encounter, his life as he knew it was over. He was driven to find meaning in what seemed incomprehensible. He spent his waking hours searching for the truth, building something that could satisfy some strange longing, a need to connect to something unidentified.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">He trashed his job, yard, home, kitchen, and family all to make sense of his need. In that moment (captured by this photo) he recognizes the monstrosity he manifested in the middle of his kitchen existed. That his psychic impressions and fantasies were real. His madness had meaning. His insanity was sane and he could finally lean into the arms of his own truth.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">He left what he knew and climbed a mountain to walk hand in hand with those who supported his vision. He found home with the gentle strangers of an Unidentified Flying Object.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">This last weekend at the IV Dreamland festival sponsored by Unknowncountry.com,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I realized that I too had been living my whole life for that connection, searching, yearning and finally present to the love that only being with those on a same journey can provide. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">All of us there, the attendees and presenters knew on some deep level that this was the place we had to be. These were the people we had to know and this, is what we had to do. Yes there are challenges to be a part of something that on some level has elements of controversy and skepticism, but our attention to shed light on the truth seems more important. This could no more be stopped than banning stars from beaming light. However in our quest there is pain. It is in facing that pain for our truth that we may find bliss. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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The best gifts are the ones that my soul needs, but I don’t think to ask for.<br />
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These are the ones that teach me the most about life and beauty. <br />
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My friend Liddee invited me to an evening of dance at the studio where she’d been attending class. <br />
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I had tossed out my dance shoes years before, so I make a trip to my local dance store for the suede bottom shoes and crossed my fingers that I might be able to keep up. Funny thing, I had danced for years, in shows, musicals, reviews, because I HAD to, taking class was just to keep myself limber and prepare for another role. This time there would be no show,or job...it would be <strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">just for the joy.</span></strong><br />
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Patrick a beautiful African American instructor grabbed me and said," You must take the tango lead from the man." OYE…I had only done choreographed pieces, I never learned to let any man lead anything. <br />
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I surrendered, however after about 20 minutes, my brain clicked back on and Patrick said, “NO your brain is back and you don’t move as well.” Good information.<br />
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So I shuffled off to another instructor Santiago, a good 8 inches shorter, he'd make me dance salsa! He spun me around pushed me up and down and made this 52 year old look like Charo, well sort of.<br />
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I was sweaty and sore so I wrapped up my dancing night up in a down coat waiting for the culmination of the evening, a wonderful belly dancing demonstration performance by a young student who had just gotten her masters in psyc from UCLA.<br />
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She was lovely and happy, undulating to the beat of Middle Eastern drums, shaking the metal hip trusses in total confidence and mastery. Her beautiful hair whipping, veils waving and her face was beaming. Of course she was 25 and didn’t have much of a belly to dance but I was entranced.Good way to get new business.<br />
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So I survived my first two hour belly dancing class.After a long soak in Epsom salts, eating Advil and a ton of water, I've found muscles on hips bones, arms and toes I never knew I had. We were a group of women between 24 and 67 that came to shake, sweat and bond with each other, all faiths and life styles honored and supported. I thoroughly enjoyed the Iranian belly dancing task master who demands perfection from my pecs ...she gets to yell ,she's so good I don’t mind. <br />
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I think I'll try swing and might learn to be led, <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong>especially if its just for the joy!</strong></span>Marla Freeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05718584123784420665noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815106778205062351.post-56167668021959226402010-12-31T16:14:00.001-08:002012-03-28T19:21:09.283-07:00Heed the Whispers?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TR5xPlPsRmI/AAAAAAAAAo0/eW7D8LO_yJs/s1600/whisper.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TR5xPlPsRmI/AAAAAAAAAo0/eW7D8LO_yJs/s400/whisper.bmp" width="400" /></a></div><br />
This new Years Eve I was typing the note, “I am always here for you.” I wondered if that was an invitation, or was I being presumptuous that<span style="background-color: white;"> she might need me? Was I just doing my job as a psychic medium, just being a caring person, or was I acting out </span> the care taking pattern of being an alcoholic’s daughter? These are boundary issues I have had to learn.<br />
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I cannot assume that I am needed out side the professional services I offer. BIG LESSON, I do not accost people on the street and give them psychic information. I do not sit beside a man on the air plane and whisper unsolicited information. You would not expect a dentist to lean over and say, “Your breath stinks, let me tell you what that halitosis is about.” I find information unsolicited, but still given, a boundary issue.<br />
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It's become a year of understanding more of these boundaries.<br />
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People come to me because I can help them see their lives differently, feel what they cannot feel or sense themselves because they are focused elsewhere. What I have to offer as a psychic medium, are sometimes important directives, about taking one road or another, fixing car parts, health issues and relationship issues. I cannot be attached to whether someone listens or not. I care, but I cannot have any agenda.I must just give the information, whether it is heard and acted upon is not my business.<br />
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I had one client call me this year from her hospital bed, saying, “ok I know you are thinking I told you so.” By the time she ended up in the hospital I had forgotten that there was a message saying , <em>if you do not handle this, you will be in the hospital in a month.</em> I cannot remember every thing I tell a client but I knew at the time it was important.<br />
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What is our responsibility in hearing information that can help another?<br />
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A client who did not take my suggestion a few months ago about the damage that could come to her home if she did not take steps to protect from the water, is now flooded. My celebrity clients who had a clothing store asked me what they should do about their business. I told them that they would let it go, because I saw them losing a great deal of money; they were robbed more than once. An old friend who has had numerous messages given to him not just by me but by his own guidance is faced with devastating health issues. The point is we as adults have choice.<br />
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I too have had to learn this in my own life. I’ve been given messages I did not want to heed, the result has changed my life forever. I am not saying that not needing the messages means there is punishment; on the contrary, I feel there are no mistakes. Mistakes happen to show us something even more important.<br />
If we were warned, then it is clear there is a consciousness inside of us that cares about us and it can be accessed in time to help us. However if we are given guidance, warned over and over again, and we still choose not to listen, then there is something wrong in the love we have for ourselves. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I have learned more about boundaries and the care I must have for myself. It is true that I am always here if she needs me, but I wait for her to ask and if she does ask for help I will do my best, to be clear compassionate. I have learned that in my personal world, to heed the whispers of the message, and let the rest go.Marla Freeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05718584123784420665noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815106778205062351.post-15661405238621389162010-12-14T13:49:00.000-08:002010-12-14T14:00:21.269-08:00Gifts From the Spirit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TQfd6GR51eI/AAAAAAAAAos/cb3iw52FRkw/s1600/20071218-christmas-angel-deer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TQfd6GR51eI/AAAAAAAAAos/cb3iw52FRkw/s400/20071218-christmas-angel-deer.jpg" width="257" /></a></div><br />
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This vintage Christmas card is a beautiful representation of how I believe gifts come.<br />
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A heavenly Spirit comes to our home. <br />
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She knows what home to visit because she has been with us forever. She was prepared for the journey, coat and satchel, she has made this trip many times.<br />
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Her unconditional loving companion,willing carries the gifts.<br />
It is her delight to bring what is needed, what is important...what will bring joy.<br />
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The heavenly Spirit watches, waiting for the right moment.<br />
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The moment when we are ready to receive.<br />
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I just found something she gave me 10 years ago, tucked inside a folder, a note. Her words could not have come at a better time to remind me that she has always made the trip to bring me what I need, she has always been there.<br />
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She knows what is best for me, despite what I think I want or need, she knows what is better.<br />
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She comes all year, but its in the cold when she gets to wear her coat to warm her wings, that she feels I am most receptive.Marla Freeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05718584123784420665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815106778205062351.post-65721824140404369212010-11-11T14:26:00.002-08:002012-04-13T20:46:50.213-07:00To Monroe and Beyond : part 2 The Institute<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TNxm56Ot2VI/AAAAAAAAAoI/zY6VcBD1Npg/s1600/TMI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="291" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TNxm56Ot2VI/AAAAAAAAAoI/zY6VcBD1Npg/s400/TMI.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Part 2<br />
I learned about the Monroe Institute from Lieutenant Lyn Buchannan when I trained as a remote viewer back in 1996. It became the holy grail of destinations for me, but every year that I filled out the application, something else would distract me, until last year when I had a phone client from Australia.<br />
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Irene wanted to connect with a deceased loved one.We not only talked to her dead husband but her father, who told me what she was wearing on her wrist, ( yes I was in La and she was in Australia) it was starting out as an extraordinary session. Her relatives were very clear and then I was slapped with an image of a man with a mustache. At first he looked like my dad, and then I heard “ Bob Monroe”, So I asked Irene, “Is there any reason Bob Monroe would want to talk to you?” Irene responded, “oh yes I am a trainer for the Monroe Institute Gateways and I am heading up the Australia branch". Irene has been on me ever since to take the introductory Gateway course, now I was itchin’ to go.<br />
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</tbody></table>I had a desire to go back home to Pennsylvania, a hankering to research a murder back there, and why not go to Monroe and scratch that persistent itch. I had my intuitive itinerary all set up, after meeting with the Andreason’s I was off to Monroe.<br />
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Set in the blue ridge mountains of Virginia, it was the prefect spot for a retreat about consciousness. Eighteen of us from all over the world convened to explore what Bob Monroe has written about in his books, Journeys Out of the Body, Far Journeys, and Ultimate Journey. We woke at daylight, had the choice of having a private morning to ourselves, stimulating yoga class, or hiking around the area. Breakfast with every conceivable need supplied, we started our day getting to know each other. We were a mixed bag of hearts, minds, and souls between 28 and 80 years old.<br />
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We'd meet in the pine paneled Nancy Penn Center with facilitators Penny, Bob and Robert. These three were the perfect combination of smarts, experience humor and willingness. They outlined what assignment we were to do and then off to our CHEC Controlled Holistic Environmental Chamber we’d go. The CHEC unit was our personal bed in a wall, where we students put on head phones, and listen to the Hemispherical Synchronisation (Hemi-Sync) method to affect different altered states of consciousness. We could make it as dark as we wanted with heavy black out curtains. I like comfort, and it was there in every sense of the word within our persona CHEC units. Each exercise began with the same preparatory phase that <strong><span style="color: red;">we are more than our physical bodies</span></strong> and with that said, all of us had unique experiences that we shared after every exercise.<br />
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Some of us flew, some had healings, met deceased loved ones, talked to enlightened beings, were given messages, instructions about work, family, some of us had or fears challenged, patterns adjusted, were taken to other planets, had past life regressions, helped souls who were stuck move on, got in touch with loss, love and life in various forms. We changed and hopefully can share this all over the world with you.<br />
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Some of my personal experiences along with my interview with the executive director of TMI, Paul Radamaker will be posted 11/13/10<br />
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The Monroe Institute web site <a href="http://www.monroeinstitute.org/">MonroeInstitute.org</a>.<br />
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Irene's Australian TMI web site <span style="color: #38761d;">http://www.meditationretreatsaustralia.com.au/</span><br />
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With a note about the hemi-sync work, there are some people promoting binaural beat methodology in some of their meditations. I feel it is imperative to be careful. Monroe works with programs that have research behind it, so that as student of this brain stimulation you are given proper guidance about this. <br />
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I had a dream to go The Monroe Institute for 15 years. As soon as I made the commitment everything fell into place. I was on a plane to Virginia, but first I had to stop to see friends who I had never met.<br />
<strong>Part 1</strong> : A number of years ago my client and friend Chris, introduced me to a number of books about the most well known abductee family in the United States;The Andreason's.<br />
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<span style="color: black;"> </span><strong><span style="color: lime;"><em><span style="color: black;">Creepy</span></em> </span></strong>I thought. Having been personally violated as a child I could not imagine the sheer terror, upset and psychological havoc that an abduction scenario could have on any child or adult. I trusted Chris, so I read the books. I was more than fascinated.The detail and clarity of their experiences was mesmerizing, but it was the resonance of heart and truth that captivated me. The same feeling that I had when reading <span style="color: #38761d;">Whitley Strieber’s<strong> COMMUNION</strong>.</span><br />
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How did these seemingly normal people deal with such adverse and exquisite experiences? Were Becky, her children and grand children all a part of a huge mass experiment, or just the day in a life of some wacky people who had all been brain washed into believing they had these things happen?<br />
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Becky, now a few years older than me has been remembering events with the visitors/beings/elders/angels since she was three. These accounts as well as extensive hypnosis and lie detectors tests are all recorded in Ray Fowlers books. Her childlike voice and years of experiences both terrestrial and extraterrestrial made this woman loving, tolerant, deeply sensitive, highly intuitive and funny, we became phone friends. I incessantly teased her about the visitors, who I called<span style="color: black;"> <em><strong>the critters</strong></em></span> , those who watched her, cared and educated her, until... it got close to me.<br />
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It was in one of my sessions with Chris, where the room lit up with bright light, and then I saw a green flash right beside Chris’s head. “<strong><em>whoa did you see that”</em></strong> I yelped. <span style="color: black;">"<strong><em>There was a big green flash of light right beside your head.!!</em>”</strong></span> Chris said <em><strong>“well Becky called me this morning and said, if you are in a session with Marla tonight and you see a flash of light, then you will know the visitors are there”.</strong></em><br />
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Becky amused simply said,“ Oh Mala (her new England accent flavored my name), they have always been around, you are just now interested” Yes is was a profound thought that these "visitors" could be interacting with everyone. This is a conversation that not many people have over dinner; worth thinking about. <br />
I made sure there was enough aluminium foil in my pantry to cover my head, just in case. <br />
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Becky often gets her own kind of messages, the kind that a psychic needs sometimes, one sentence messages that were spot on and always helpful in my ever changing life. She has become a dear friend and now it was time to meet her.<br />
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Betty and Becky Andreason, and Bob Luca ( Betty's Husband) met me in a motel just outside the Roanoke airport. They were perfectly normal, down to earth, smart, well spoken, and no antennas coming out of their heads. Yet their spirits were huge, and the memories of 50 to 60 some years of being with these visitors was just as real to them as you and I remembering birthdays, weddings, the time the roof blew off during a bad storm, except these events were<em> <strong><span style="color: black;">extraordinary</span></strong></em><span style="color: blue;"><strong>. </strong></span>My question was how do they handle it all? That was easily answered by Betty, <strong><em>"its our faith and belief in the Lord that gets us through this</em></strong>" as all three of them so eloquently expressed that during our chat that afternoon. I brought a new finagled audio recorder and put it on the table in the middle of the room, what was said can be heard on the subscribers section of unknownountry.com starting 11/13/10<br />
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Here is just a glimpse what follows Becky around in her yard.<br />
A photos of a craft. An odd bluish orb with a cross in it. A back yard of ectoplasm and light.<br />
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Becky's web site is <u><span style="color: #810081;"><a href="http://www.beckyandreasson.com/">http://www.beckyandreasson.com/</a></span></u></div>Marla Freeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05718584123784420665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815106778205062351.post-69929035559731832432010-10-27T10:32:00.000-07:002010-11-01T07:41:26.889-07:00My HEREAFTER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TMhgnhP--8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/34pBKU-bIcQ/s1600/The-Fog.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TMhgnhP--8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/34pBKU-bIcQ/s320/The-Fog.png" width="304" /></a></div><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong>The movie HEREAFTER</strong></span> has a resonance of beauty and possibility. What we resonate in our personal consciousness is what we will pull to ourselves; like attracts like. I can only hope that this movie might be a needed a shift in the zeitgeist about psychic mediums. <br />
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Even my daily conversation of life after death, has been dramatically affected since seeing the movie.I had just been to The Monroe Institute, where the work we do there is to explore other levels of consciousness. I had a vision while I was training at TMI that was almost identical to a scene in the movie. I was stunned and wondered, <em>what other gifts will this movie deliver?</em><br />
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When I left the theatre, I was sober to what this work can do, does do and will do for others. It was a humbling experience. I just wanted to call up Clint Eastwood the director and thank him for having the courage to do such a careful smart film. I don’t have Clint’s number.<br />
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No matter the strength of my intention, Spirit has “its” own time frame about things, I learned to surrender to this. I am a student of the <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong>HEREAFTER.</strong></span><br />
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Two days after seeing the movie I went to Whole Foods, a popular L. A. grocery. I ran smack into Jennifer Lewis a well known terrific African American actress, who has a strong and palpable <strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">role in the movie</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">.</span></strong> <br />
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I introduced myself having met her before when I was working as an actress, “ Jennifer I just wanted to tell you what a pleasure it was to see you in <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong>HEREAFTER,</strong></span> I was deeply moved by your work". I told her how much I appreciated the intelligence and care Eastwood took in addressing this subject, ‘ Oh my thank you so much, God is good”she said, I agreed. I told her that I had left acting to surrender to the call of being a psychic medium, she was surprised and interested. I suggested that perhaps this movie could help people over come their fears about death and bring a better understanding to the subject, she concurred. I said “Please pass a <em>thank you</em> on to Clint and everyone connected to this movie”. We hugged and wished each other well. <br />
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That same night I sat in my writing class heightened with emotion, not knowing if I was sensitive about sharing a chapter in my book, or if I was still feeling the fallout of<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> the movie</span></strong>. This group of writers was pulled together by my friend Minda Burr a feisty talented motivational speaker/ writer who was pushed to give writers a forum. Minda’s former boyfriend Dan passed from pancreatic cancer just four months ago. She had been a part of his life and death and was simply exhausted, a recent hospital stay flattened her; she asked Spirit for help and direction. She woke, knowing that a writing group is what she was to do, she felt it was divined by Dan. She graciously invited me.<br />
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Eight of us were sitting in my office when we all started to talk about Dan Lewk. Minda started to share about the profound relationship that Dan had with Gary a vested screenwriter in the group. Their bond was deeper than even brothers. As Gary was talking about Dan, I felt a deep compassionate love pass through me and embrace Gary, then the light on the table, right beside Gary went out. Everyone went silent for a few seconds, sensing something special was occurring.<br />
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And then Minda said "Wouldn't it be amazing if Danny is actually here listening to this whole conversation?" And I responded " Oh he's here alright." And then Minda said, "DANNY IS THAT YOU??" Then the light on the table jolted and came back on instantaneously! We all looked at each other to make sure we all saw the same thing. We all nervously laughed, but realized we shared one of those WOW moments where everyone in the room sensed his presence. We knew an extraordinary communication had been given, as well as received. <br />
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This<strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> brief but powerful part of the HEREAFTER touched us all.</span></strong><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Marla Freeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05718584123784420665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815106778205062351.post-79299843866364500082010-09-11T20:50:00.000-07:002010-09-15T15:19:38.089-07:00My Intuitive Itinerary<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TI1Hj-YfTcI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Ky_utnb3jXk/s1600/Autumn-Road.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516143801965432258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TI1Hj-YfTcI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Ky_utnb3jXk/s400/Autumn-Road.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TIxPHuDrhsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Q9AmoY96pJg/s1600/Autumn-Road.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>I am traveling, compelled by a force that flooded my heart and head. I have been called to go and ...experience.<br /></div><br /><div></div><div>This trip was conjured as I lay on my back for two weeks, contemplating how to heal and move through a serious bronchial condition. </div><br /><div></div><div>I looked at all the emotional triggers for this affliction, and asked, “How am I to breath in this world after having the wind knocked out of me? Help me embrace my new life".<br /></div><div>Within three days I was given the vision of my intuitive itinerary. I was shown where I had to go, what I had to do and "told" who I needed to see.<br /></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I am going to a place that I have talked about for fifteen years, a place where you are not just your body, where you are eternal and not alone, where they "say" you find other parts of yourself. I have been invited , as student and colleague. All I will have to do is breath the mountain air of Virginia and fly.</div><br /><div></div><div>The Blue Ridge Mountains are just the beginning. Then onto the back roads of Pennsylvania where it all started for me this "time around".</div><br /><div>Like in the first days of school we look to see who has cut their hair, grown taller or curvier.The lines on our faces will prove the many trips we have all taken, but instead of looking for my past I will go there for my future. I am a tourist on a karmic adventure and this is my itinerary. </div><div></div><div>These are the roots that have supported my growth I relish my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">investigative</span> spirit as I peel back the layers to find what ever mystery is hidden.</div><br /><div></div><div>I plan to sit for hours at the local Court House to find answers to burning questions, chat with local artists about their crafts. Relish the new and old with childhood friends, tour the refurbished and perhaps visit places that still haunt me.</div><br /><div></div><div>I find refuge in the silence of the woods, visit the paths my father and I once traversed together and be the dinner guest for a favorite autumnal tradition of squirrel.</div><br /><div><br />I am on the road looking for the next sign post on my intuitive itinerary.</div></div>Marla Freeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05718584123784420665noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815106778205062351.post-18683450466485521872010-08-20T22:35:00.000-07:002010-09-10T11:26:50.937-07:00Finding Grace<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TG9qNBVlSNI/AAAAAAAAAms/Qnhyh8Hzy6k/s1600/grace.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507737641227208914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TG9qNBVlSNI/AAAAAAAAAms/Qnhyh8Hzy6k/s400/grace.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I had to find the right resonance, I had to look for the missing pieces. I was shown, the way "Spirit" shows me things, a sports analogy.</div><div></div><div>I have never been part of a sports team, so I am unfamiliar with all the protocol, but I bet when a pitcher who was in the starting position is replaced in the eighth inning with a rookie, it stings, no matter what the score.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>If you are moved out of starting position because the “manager” decided it would be better for the team, you have to find way to deal, accept and handle the managers choice with, ....grace.<br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>The pitcher knows his worth, but the “manager” interceded for what ever reason, so the pitcher with ego bruised has to find resolve in not being able to make things work. He had to surrender to what was best for the team. He walks off the field in trust of the manager.</div><div><br /></div><div>That is how God is in my life, my general " manager" who knows better than me.<br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>My manager presented a moment to see my life as a holograph. I took the graceful exit out of playing a game. This was a wise choice. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>Sometimes we have to trust the force that can see better for us.</div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>I no longer have to worry about making a wrong turn, making a wrong choice.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I trust my team, it is in the trust of my team that grace is found. I feel it in my bones, or at least for the time being I do.<br /></div><div></div><div> </div><div>Webster’s says Grace is the capacity to tolerate, accommodate or forgive people. My team is teaching me how to forgive myself.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>This is what is amazing about grace.....<em><span style="color:#339999;"><strong> how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me, </strong></span></em><em><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>I once was lost by now am found, twas blind but now I see.</strong></span></em></div><div><br /></div><div><em><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>Through many dangers, toils and snares I have already come;'Tis Grace that </strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>brought me safe t</strong></span></em><em><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>hus far.....</strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>and Grace will lead me home.<br /></div></strong></span></em><div><br /><br /></div><div></div>Marla Freeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05718584123784420665noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815106778205062351.post-24616199433060574552010-07-07T07:46:00.000-07:002010-07-07T08:14:00.864-07:00Bloom in Gloom<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TDSYiid4Y6I/AAAAAAAAAmU/scdIZnjhvIA/s1600/june_gloom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491181564806587298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TDSYiid4Y6I/AAAAAAAAAmU/scdIZnjhvIA/s400/june_gloom.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>I’m up at the crack of dawn, before there is any dawn here in Los Angeles.</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>Our seasonal June Gloom, has moved its way into July and I wish that it could be like this all of the time… I love the Gloom.<br /></div><br /><div>It is like the September morning fog of Pennsylvania, that oozes its way down the mountain and settles on the fields. Whispering to pumpkins <em>harvest soon</em>.<br /></div><br /><div>It’s the color of Midwestern storms that brew in the afternoon without the fear. There is no pressure, heat or stickiness to spawn a destructive force. Nothing to make me sweat, no veiled threat.<br /></div><div>It’s so cool, loving, and quiet. It invigorates me.<br /></div><br /><div>I have been writing. If my fingers could do what my brain demands I would have had a shelf of books by now, but instead I was pushed to take my book back and completely re-write what I thought was going to be a nicely wrapped gift for under the tree.<br /></div><br /><div>Ho ho no, Spirit has another plan. I am in the delicious mind bending experience of visiting every memory. </div><br /><div></div><div>What I write gives me the gift of watching my own private movie of life. It FREES me of any shame and pain that comes with the review.</div><br /><div></div><div>It...no longer defines me, its just ...what happened. </div><br /><div></div><div>I laugh and cry and do not wonder why, any more.<br /></div><div>Releasing the pain, the greasy trauma stuck collecting grime. </div><br /><div></div><div>In this gloom, things are ready to bloom. I know there will be searing heat in just a few days. </div><br /><div></div><div>But right now I beam, without sun.</div></div>Marla Freeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05718584123784420665noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815106778205062351.post-10341952313169903832010-06-29T11:29:00.000-07:002010-07-01T08:30:19.830-07:00Keepin An Eye On Us<em><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></em><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TCpAhG4SV-I/AAAAAAAAAmE/DTyA2vqhz6A/s1600/Ufton1IMG4392.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488270033430927330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/TCpAhG4SV-I/AAAAAAAAAmE/DTyA2vqhz6A/s320/Ufton1IMG4392.jpg" border="0" /></a> " Image John Montgomery Copyright 2010" <a href="http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/">www.cropcircleconnector.com</a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div>My experience began in the hotel lobby as I was taking notes about what I would say the next day in my talk, when I asked , “<span style="color:#33cc00;">what do you want me to tell them</span>?” and I heard , “<em><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>tell them to LISTEN…”<br /><br /></strong></span></em>I was one of the presenters for Dreamland Festival III in Nashville Tennessee. Last year was terrific, but I was a bit out of my mind due to the end of my marriage. This year I was calm and enjoyed the fact I was blessed, healthy, happy and was asked once again to come and do my work.<br /></div><br /><div>The trip was easy, I flew with Anne and Whitley Strieber, who are well tuned travelers. We all three scrunch together in a Southwest airline row, passing back and forth interesting things to read, or eat…..(Ok, we break down and share a small bag of Cheetos between us )we do our best to pass the time, even though I am relatively the same size I was 30 years ago, I am sure the seats are smaller the aisle tighter and well, you know, it is just a pain in the ass to find comfort.<br /></div><br /><div>Nashville's weather was not nearly as hot as last year, but as we all took a stroll through the Vanderbilt College campus, a place Anne and I enjoy singing old hymns, it was easy to remember how much I appreciate the cool June gloom of Southern Ca.<br /></div><br /><div>The Strieber’s are loved and adored, understandably, as they are deeply compassionate leaders in a cutting edge conversation of paranormal experiences. They are prolific writers, founts of knowledge and safe havens for those who are having extraordinary and extraterrestrial experiences. Their web site <a href="http://www.unknowncountry.com/">http://www.unknowncountry.com/</a> is one of the most popular web casts in the world. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>These experiences to most Americans might seem out of the norm, not your typical topic of conversation around the dinner table, but these events for many of those at the festival and for some who are still not ready to talk about their experiences, are as real as us brushing our teeth in the morning.<br /></div><br /><div>The other presenters William Henry, Linda Moulton Howe and Jim Mars, are a well educated, and investigative group of intelligent, passionate people who work hard to expose the truth about many of the things that don’t make sense to any of us in the world and then there is me, who does my very best to listen to the information provided for others by Spirit, God, the universe, or as I refer to them lovingly is “THEMS”.<br /></div><br /><div>“<span style="color:#33cc00;">What else do you want me to say to them</span>”… "<span style="color:#009900;"><strong><em>Marla tell them, </em></strong></span><strong><em><span style="color:#009900;">we are</span><span style="color:#009900;"> with them, we are always providing information to guide and support them”<br /></em></strong></div></span><br /><div>And then I heard, “<em><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">YOU</span><span style="color:#009900;"> LISTEN</span></strong></em>” and as I tuned in pushed out the rowdy financial planning group at the bar, I realized the piano player in the lobby of my hotel where I was taking down this information was playing the song "<strong><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">God is watching us, God is watching us from distance</span></em></strong>.." I thought that was a fitting song, so was this the crop circle reported later that day.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2010/Ufton/Ufton2010a.html">Ufton, nr Southam, Warwickshire. Reported 25th June.</a></div>Marla Freeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05718584123784420665noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-815106778205062351.post-42925897350895884372010-05-28T10:03:00.000-07:002012-06-10T19:58:19.350-07:00CHOOSE<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/S__9nfm6m9I/AAAAAAAAAl0/R-xidWSUytE/s1600/ChoosePowerHigh.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476374526847261650" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h7q6TrSlZjY/S__9nfm6m9I/AAAAAAAAAl0/R-xidWSUytE/s200/ChoosePowerHigh.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 47px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /></a> There is a conversation about cancer that I cannot avoid. The scars on my arm, the markers of my lifeguarding years, melanoma their way into my memory bank, as remember my diagnoisis in 96. I still slather sunscreen on and wear long sleeve shirts.<br />
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My girlfriend is watching her boyfriend die from pancreatic cancer. A vibrant creative loving man who is only 55, trying to stay here, traveling to Mexico for new treatments, flanked by healers and anyone who wants to help. He is fighting for his life, a life not long enough; time wasted in regrets, disapointments are setting in, each day is now precious. His daily thoughts now push through the terror of surrendering his body.</div>
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Another friend is leaving her husband. The man after years of producing projects, and telling important stories that touch the world in special ways has chosen a bong and Bordeaux. Abhorrent behavior of childhood wounds, like a cancer has infected their marriage. The self fulfilling prophecy of never being good enough, morphing into mediocrity, numbing his pain, the arrested development of a teenager. He has chosen this, instead of facing his truth and choosing to acknowledge the grip of his concretized ego.</div>
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Cancer/illness/loss is an opportunity. When you have it, it makes you fight for your life, when you see it in others it gives you the opportunity to live differently, it is a great equalizer to self pity.</div>
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Its how we deal with it that will create our lives,.... or not. </div>
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Emotional problems are illnesses too. The crime of what adults do to children is the harsh brutality of the world, even when parents are well meaning, children still suffer. They suffer the <em><strong>unresolved problems of the parents.</strong></em></div>
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When you are a child you CANT choose, but as an adult you have the power TO choose.</div>
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These are crucial times of choice. How are we going to live in these extraordinary times? </div>
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I am having a hard time being neutral. I tumble with the heat of passion for life and the importance of being here, and I must let go of the notion that not all of us want to stay, and fight. If you don’t say yes to the pain, and choose to numb it, you don’t get the other side of the pain, the joys, the fulfillment, the ecstasy.</div>
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I will honor those who are exiting this life, as well as celebrate those who choose to stay and fight. </div>
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I choose to stay and see the beauty, live the pain, listen to the messages Spirit sends my way and find the love.</div>
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