Third Eye "ON"  

It has been one month since our visit with the Dalai Lama in Ann Arbor, MI.
I say "visit" because he seems like I was off to see an old friend,although I have never met him...
To say that the experience was short of awesome, places it in the "mild" catagory.
I was able to obtain a set of tickets way back in January for my husband and myself to attend his April 19th visit to Ann Arbor. A miracle in itself! Considering he sold out about 10 seconds after I was able to get my tickets!
The Dalai Lama!
This experience changed me.
I have been deeply involved since his visit in researching even more about the spiritual world, Karma and rebirth.
Really researching and meditating, working through my own obstacles.  I know what I am able to do, but so many times I try to snuff this ability out because of my past religious teachings. Old habits die hard!
I am so much more comfortable with the "reality" that we never cease to exist, that we are energy, that we evolve through many life existences. We have much to learn that can not be accomplished in one journey.  And that there is NOTHING wrong with this concept, this reality.  It makes so much sense that it is almost silly that someone thinks we are alive one moment, dead the next and that is it.
I believe that the great masters are all lined up trying to talk to us, guide us.
Yet we too often block them out...turn a deaf ear.
That is when our problems compound.
I also believe that we all have the ability to intuitively know what is coming along
, but again we push those thoughts to the side,
afraid...or maybe embarrassed to let others know that there may be something to all this!   Maybe instilled by fear based religion?
We should all be more like children.
Children are like little magnets to the other side of the veil.
They see, they do not question, and they listen.
It is the adults who tell them it is their imaginations, etc.
Why?
And why do we push this away as we get older?
I have been trying to embrace it back into my own life over the years.
Because it is a part of who I am, who we all are.
Recently my mother passed away. She and I were sitting in her bedroom and she was telling me her list of things that I was supposed to deliver to family and friends upon her death.  Understandably, I was upset and at one point I said to her " Mom, stop it, you act like you are going to die tomorrow"..
She looked at me and INSISTED that a man told her that she would only live another two weeks.  She could not remember who this man was, yet she was confident that she needed to get her house in order, so to speak, because she would not be around much longer. She looked at me and said, "You KNOW this is happening".  She also told me that she would never forget me.  This conversation took place on Dec. 1, 2006.  The next morning I talked to the hospice social worker about this discussion.  I told the social worker what I had told mom, no one has told you that you only have 2 weeks left to live. In fact, just the opposite. Her O2 levels were great, her MRSA infection had cleared up and her BP was fabulous! This is when the social worker looked at me and said "Why do you think that your mother is wrong?   Why are you disagreeing? We see this ALL the time.  People from the other side come to visit hospice patients all the time. We never doubt what they tell us."
I "knew" this.
But I pushed it aside.
On December 13, I spoke to my sister back in Chicago.
We were talking about how good mom seemed to be doing.
Out of no where I said to my sister, Mary, I have a feeling she is going to die tomorrow.
I told her that I hoped that she wouldn't because it was my daughters birthday on the 14, and her and my mom were very close.
Mary said to me that there was no indication of this happening, that the nurse had been out to see mom earlier that day and had remarked that she was doing better then anyone expected. 
Later that evening I called mom as I did each morning and each evening.
She sounded great.  I asked her how her day was and what she had for dinner.
She said that her day was fine, the nurse had been by as well as a volunteer, her and her caretaker had watched Little people, big world, and that she wasn't hungry for dinner but she had Merci make her a cup of hot chocolate and ginger snaps.  She said that when she got off the phone she would have Merci help her get ready for bed.  I told her goodnight and that I would talk to her in the morning before I left for work.
It was my last conversation with mom.
My sister called me in the middle of the night to say that mom was bad and she was on her way to the house.
Merci told Mary that when mom was readying for bed she kept waving to someone in the other room.
She told Merci that she needed to pack a suitcase and buy some new shoes because she was going away with who ever was waiting in the next room.  My sister had to sedate mom at one point because she was trying to crawl over the bed rails to get to whoever was waiting for her.
I had Mary place the phone to moms ear as I literally screamed at her that I loved her and I was on my way home.  A 5 hour trip.  I told her that if she needed to leave before I made it back home to tell her goodbye, that I would understand.
I made it to Chicago in record breaking time.
I was with mom when she took her last breath, just as I had been with my dad.
I "knew" to go to my fathers bedside at the very moment he took his last breath, although he had been bed ridden for the better part of a month. I "knew" he was going to pass away that day and I called into work and told my boss that I needed the day off...why, because i "knew" even though there was no drastic change in dad.  It was that "feeling"...
I "knew" to go into moms room.  I remember talking to Merci and feeling someone tap me on the shoulder...I turned and no one was there.  I looked over at mom and she took her last breath. I believe she was tapping me on the shoulder, probably trying to get my attention and tell me to shut up because she was leaving.
About a month after mom passed I was having a very bad emotional day and got into the car for a drive. As I was driving I began crying and talking to mom, asking her if she was alright and to give me a sign. I stopped by a little country store looking around for nothing in particular, when something caught my eye. There on a shelf was a funny little angel statue about 2 inches tall tucked behind way in the back ( I am a collector of angels since age 5) and it was holding a little heart .  On the base of the statue it simply read "I will never forget you".
Mom, sending her message to me.
From that point on, I made myself a promise....no more ignoring my feelings.
No more ignoring my "witch" skills as my mom used to call them...
 Now is the time to accept and embrace what I am able to do.
And be comfortable with this gift.  To nurture it and develop it to the best of my abilities.
So the past few months, although I really want to get this radio project up and running, I have been devouring books on the subject.  Anything to do with metaphysics, psychic abilities as well as my Buddhism studies and practices, I am doing.  Studying on chrystals, energy work, etc.
This is the time.
And I welcome it whole heartedly.
I look forward to the journey.
Come and join me.
Namaste