Pappaw saw Faeries too!

When I was  a young child, I spent my summers with my grandparents on their beautiful property in North Carolina. I was especially close with my Pappaw and spent  most of my day attached to his hip. Through him I found the love of gardening, fruit trees, and honey bees.

Often he would take me into the woods to a clearing near a bubbling creek. There we would sit on a log, sit quietly and wait. It wasn't long before the fairies would start peeking their heads out behind leaves and branches. I remember one landing on his hand and him telling me how important they were, how they helped the plants and animals. We would sit and talk about the spirits in the trees, fairies  and angels. It was our little secret.

He died when I was nine, he came to me the night he died, gave me a hug, and told me that he loved me and to remember the fairies. I felt very alone, lost, he was the only one in the whole world that I could talk to about seeing things others couldn't. I tried to tell my parents, but like many others, they feared for my sanity. They told me I needed to STOP. Stop talking about it, stop making up stories, and to stop scaring them. I knew that they thought my stories were a grief reaction. After all, why did I not tell them before.
I learned to be silent, to keep these thoughts, feelings, and visions to myself. A part of me began to fear for my sanity. Only crazy people see and hear things others can't... right? That was when I subconsciously turned off my abilities. Years passed and I began to think that I had made it all up. Tales from a silly child.

Recently, I have been on the ascension path and now can see and hear angels while in deep meditation. I would love to see and hear them without meditation, but I know that I have created a block. I have a fear of  people, especially family thinking I am insane. Blocks can be easy to create and hard to take down.

Last week, two talented mediums came to help me bless my home and land. We were having issues with some Native American spirits who didn't appreciate white people building a house and living on their land. One of the mediums looked at me and said

 "Your grandfather wants you to know that the fairies were real."

 I was shocked and amazed, it was the validation I needed my whole life. I asked her if he saw them or if he just indulged a child's imagination. She smiled and said

"Oh honey, he saw them and many other things. He took you to that special place because he knew you were gifted as well. He was never believed and he drank himself to death. He doesn't want you to doubt your gifts too."

It was an incredible healing moment. It was like a weight of doubt had been lifted. I still get giddy every time I think

Pappaw saw fairies too!

Releasing Grief

We are all going through an energy upgrade right now including the Earth. In this shift of energy the Earth and its people are releasing grief. Grief though necessary, can become so part of our identity that it stops us from enjoying life and growing into our future selves.  Intellectually most of us can reason that our loved ones are "in a better place" or that "we'll see them again", our hearts however are not intellectual. Our hearts hurt at the devastating loss of a loved ones, of things left undone, of words left unsaid. What grief are you holding inside? Ask God and your angels to help you release any negative emotions inside you that are holding you back.  You may receive help through your dreams, messages from others and animals.

 I lost my dad 12 years ago and while I miss him, I am blessed with regular visits from him in my dreams and in the waking world. I honestly thought I was through the gut wrenching grief process. I was so wrong. I had a night of back to back dreams that I couldn't seem to stop or wake from. The dream that hit me the hardest had my great-grandmother in it. Who knew that I still held loss inside for her as well. In the dream I went to tell my dad that his grandmother had passed. I was sad and even feeling lonely without her in my life. Just then my dad looked stricken, in pain and slumped on the couch. I screamed at him and he opened his eyes and said "You are going to be just fine" and then he passed. The sound that emitted from my throat was one of intense grief, pain, and abandonment.  The next sequences in the dream was me telling different people "My daddy's dead". Each time that I repeated that it was a releasing of grief and an acceptance took place. I had no idea that I had so much pain still stuck inside.

I awoke in the morning, remembering all the dreams and cried deep heartfelt sobs. Each gut wrenching sob was a release. I said a prayer of gratitude that I received the healing. Just then Jack, my parrot, began to whistle the "Andy Griffith theme song"  one of my dad's favorites tunes. I smiled and knew that I was going to be just fine.