Sunday, January 30, 2011

Dreams, Memories or Messages?

    I could (and probably will) tell you story after story about my dreams.  Early in life I learned to pay attention to them because they DO mean something.
    When I was about eight years old I awoke from a bad dream (or so I thought).  “Mommy, Mommy!” I screamed crying from bed.  Mom came into the room and sat at the edge of my bed “What’s wrong honey?” Mom asked.  “I had a scary dream.” I replied.  Mom then hugged me and said “Tell me about it.”
    “I was very tiny and walking down a long dark hallway.  I was holding some ones hand, a very big person.  We came to a room and stood in the doorway.  There was a big bed I had to look up to see who was in it.  There was a light behind the bed and a window.  The room smelled funny.  There was an old lady with long white hair laying in it.  When we entered the room the old lady tried to touch me.  I think she was dead!” I told my Mother.  Mom just smiled and said, “You’re just remembering.”
    “Remembering what?” I asked her and she began to tell me a story which I will never forget.  “When you were around two years old your Great Grandmother got sick.  The doctors said she had something called Alzheimer’s and that because of her forgetfulness we had to put her in a home.” Mom began, “Your Great Grandma loved you very much, but she started losing memories of you and all of us.  She became very scared of everyone and we were afraid she would hurt herself or someone else, so we thought this would be the best for her.” Mom continued, “What you’re remembering is something that really happened to you when you were only two.  I took you to see your Great Grandma at that home.  We had to walk down a long hallway to her room, it was kinda dark and it did smell of cleansers and medicines.  When we got to the room we stood at the door and she DID reach out to you just before she passed away.  I wondered if you remembered seeing her.  I think she’s reaching out to you again, this time in your dreams.  She just wants to let you know she loves you.”  
    Mom always had a way to console me and make me feel better about the things that scared me.  The scary dream was not so scary anymore.  It was a message to me from Great Grandma that she saw me then and sees me now!

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Aliens or Angels?

    One night my son, then 10 years old, came into my bedroom and woke me.  He was scared and said, “Mom, there’s something outside.  I keep seeing a blue light floating around outside my bedroom window.”  I got up and took him back to his bed.  We both looked out the window.  Nothing.  We watched for a short while but saw nothing more.  “Well honey, it’s gone now.  We’re safe.  You can go to sleep now.” I told him as I tucked him in “It may have been someone down at the creek.”.
    A few months later I helped get him ready for school then, as usual, I laid back down for a few minutes before I had to get ready.  He would always wait inside the house until he heard the bus coming and I would get up after I heard him go out the door.  On this day however, I didn’t hear the door, I heard him crying.  He hardly ever cried unless he was hurt!  I jumped up and ran into the living room where I found him standing in front of the door crying, “Something’s outside, mom.” “What’s outside?” I asked.  “I don’t know, but it scares me.” he said.  With that I made him go to his room and I looked out the window.  Not seeing anything, I opened the door and stepped out to see.  Nothing.  I then went back and consoled him until the bus came and we walked out to it together.  I told him we would say a prayer over the house and yard after school to keep anything scary away from us.  That seemed to do the trick.  That evening we did a prayer smudging together, we went throughout the house and then outside all around the house.  This made us both feel safe.
    All’s calm on the home front for several weeks.  Then one weekend, after picking James up from his dad’s house, we’re on our way home and we see something hovering over the car as we’re driving.  I slowed down to five or ten miles per hour and we’re both leaning forward looking up at this thing in the sky over the car.  “What the heck is that?  Is it a plane?” I asked.  It was so low and so huge.  It was completely silent, big and black and triangular in shape.  “I’m pulling over.” I told James “You stay in the car.”  I got out and it was gone...we both wondered if it was a Stealth Bomber or Alien Spacecraft.  We wouldn’t both have seen the same thing if it hadn’t been there.  The next morning the newspaper had an article about a reported unidentified object being seen over the city we lived!
    Now I’m not one to deny that other things exist, but I’m not sure I want to have a face to face either.  So we both just forgot about the incident and went about our daily lives.
    Several more weeks go by and I’m at home alone.  James was at his fathers house for the weekend.  I have settled in for a good nights rest and just finished my evening meditation.  Suddenly I got a creepy feeling that something was watching me.  I asked for protection.  I then noticed a BLUE LIGHT through the blinds just outside my bedroom.  It was as if something was pacing back and forth in front of my window.  Now I’m really scared.  “Please, Lord God, protect me and keep me safe.” I prayed “If these are Your Angels I thank You.  But, if they are Aliens please send them away!”  They lights went out and there were never any more incidents like these.  THANK THE LORD!

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Uninvited House Guests

    When I lived out in the country, years ago, there were many strange occurrences at my home.  One of which I will relay to you now.  Remember I was a single mother living with just my son and our pets.
    My son was around 16 at the time so he could drive.  On this particular occasion my son was spending the weekend with his father in town.  (These things always seem to happen when you’re alone.)
    Anyway, it was a nice evening in the summer.  I had the doors open early in the evening to enjoy the fresh night air.  Preparing for bed I went around the house and closed all the doors and windows, checking to make sure they were all locked up tight for the evening and then went to bed.
    I woke up around two in the morning, because I thought I heard the television or a radio on really low.  I listened quietly for a few minutes before I got up to check.  Thinking maybe my son had come home for some reason I checked his room first.  No one was there and nothing in the house was on.  I went back to bed.
    A few minutes later I woke again to hear the low sounds of people talking.  Was it the radio, I wondered, knowing I had just checked and nothing had been on.  I laid back down and about a half hour later I heard the front door open and close.  “James?” I asked.  No answer, I listened but heard nothing.  Now I was beginning to get scared.  What the heck is going on tonight?    The low mumblings continued and I finally got the nerve to get up and check it out.  I picked up my ball bat (I kept beside the bed) and quietly got up to check out what was going on.  The mumbling continued as I snuck around the corner from my bedroom to the living room.  To my amazement the whole living room was filled with a mist, it looked like a heavy fog.  Immediately the mumbling stopped, I interrupted something!  The mist, which had been swirling when I entered the room stopped and started to dissipate.  I flipped on the lights...NOTHING.  I checked the front door...LOCKED TIGHT.  What the heck is going on?  
    I then remembered something mom used to tell me.  She believed our Angels/Guides will periodically check up on us and if we were quiet we might just hear or see them but that they would try not to be seen.  I caught them in the act!
    “I don’t mind if you have a party in my living room, but could you at least INVITE ME NEXT TIME?” I said to the empty room.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Corner Grocery Store

    My family lived in a small city in Ohio until I was eleven.  At that time my Dad thought it would be a good idea to buy a grocery store in a neighboring town.  He wanted to be his own boss and I understood that, but a grocery store?  As it turned out it was quite an adventure for our family.
    Please remember that this was the early 60’s and quite an abrupt shift for us.  It was scary to me at first, just moving to a new area and having to make new friends.  This was an overload to a girl who was kind of introverted.
    Suddenly everyone knew our family.  Because we owned a business people thought we were rich and my introversion translated to my being a snob to the neighborhood kids.  The problem for me was, I didn’t realize then, I was very intuitive.  I felt how others thought about our family, outsiders.  That is hard for all children, but especially hard for extremely intuitive kids.
    Thankfully Mom was an outgoing and likeable lady.  Later on the kids in the neighborhood would literally call her “Lady”.  Dad on the other hand was a very stern, loud, and opinionated man, his moniker became “The Boss”.  Because Mom was so friendly and good with kids our store quickly became the “hang-out”.  That was good and bad, good because it helped me and my siblings begin to fit in.  Bad because no one ever had to call or ask to come over they could just come and hang out and eventually we’d be around. 
    Living in a grocery store is a very interesting way to grow up.  We had to learn how to wait on customers, how to handle money and make change.  We also learned how to do inventory and stock.  Our store had a small meat counter where we cut lunch meats for  people and had other things like pork chops, hamburger and the like.  Howard, the butcher, came as an employee with the store.  We also had a “pop shed” that Grandpa built for us, where we kept all the returned pop bottles.  It was an average corner grocery store and looking back an unusual type of childhood.  We learned a lot and most of it was fun but some of it was kinda scary.
    The building itself had been around for many years.  There was a coal shoot to the basement where coal was stored to heat the building in the old days.  All the heat came through the old fashioned iron radiators.  We all got a burn or two from those through the years.
    Howard Hoover, the butcher, taught mom and dad how to butcher meats and he was quite the character.  He was only around the first couple of years we owned the store before he passed.  Even though he was not there physically after that he did make his presence known to us several times through the years.  A few weeks after his demise, my father was watching TV in our upstairs apartment.  He reached for his glasses case on the coffee table only to find that the glasses belonged to Howard!  How in the world did those glasses turn up in our living room?  Mom called Howard’s widow and was told that those glasses couldn’t be his, he was buried with his only pair of glasses.  Mom insisted, “They have his name inside the case!”.  Mrs. Hoover decided to come over and get them just the same.  When she saw the case she broke down in tears, “These ARE his, I recognized his handwriting!”.  That was only one of the many times he presented himself to our family.
    I’m not sure what was happening in that building or why, but all kinds of unexplainable stuff seemed to keep happening there.  The toilet would occasionally flush when there was no one in the bathroom.  The chandelier in the living room would swing around when there was no wind or anyone near it.  The rocking chair would rock by itself.  The piano would play a few notes of ‘A Time for Us’ now and then with no one at the keyboard.  The lights would turn on and off without any physical help.  Although those things may sound scary there were many other things much more ominous that would happen over the years.
    My brother had more than a few scares while doing his daily chores.  He mopped the store at night after closing and would only screw in the light on the meat scales for light so as not to have the store appear to be open.  One night while mopping the light went out.  He thought he may not have screwed the light in tightly enough, so he re-screwed the light in.  It went out again, now he was getting ticked off.  He lit the light once more, the light went out again.  This time when he went to re-do the light to his surprise the bulb was gone, it was laying beside the scales!
    Another time he was doing his nightly chores around 2 AM.  This time a cereal box fell off the shelf onto his head.  He replaced it thinking he had bumped the shelf.  Then two boxes fell off onto his head.  Now he’s getting aggravated, he put them back cussing the boxes.  At that, it was as if someone ran their hand along behind the row of cereal boxes and they all fell!  Needless to say he ran out of the store without finishing the job.
    We all had chores to do because mom had to always work the store and dad worked another job to help support a family of six.  One of Jeane’s jobs was to do the dusting and vacuuming upstairs.  While doing the dusting on one occasion she had a very upsetting experience.  
    To understand why this was upsetting you have to know the layout of the upstairs apartment.  There was only one way upstairs and at the top of the stairs you would see the living room just past a short hallway that led to the bathroom.  Now and then mom would allow salesmen to use our bathroom so we really didn’t pay attention to strangers coming upstairs once in awhile.
    So anyway, Jeane is dusting, her back to the stairway.  When suddenly a man came out of our brothers bedroom directly in front of her.  He said “Hello.” and reached his hand out to her.  Startled, she wondered how he got past her in the first place.  She ran downstairs and asked mom, “Who is the man upstairs?”.  Mom said, “There’s no man upstairs, Jeane.”.  Mom sent one of the neighborhood boys back upstairs with Jeane to check on this and of course there was no one.  Jeane gave a very complete description of what she had seen but no one could ever explain who he was, where he came from, or went to!
    Occasionally I would hear or see things I couldn’t identify.  One time I had a girlfriend over and we were sitting around having a girl talk.  Suddenly I noticed a cloud forming above her head.  It seamed to be swirling over her and getting larger with sparkling lights in it.  I told her softly, “Look up.”  When she did it must have scared her pretty badly because she jumped up and ran out of the house.  She and I remained friends but she would never come back to the store.
    You must remember that mom, my sister Jeane and I were very intuitive.  My brother and youngest sister were also, although they weren’t as actively interested in the metaphysical as we were.  Because of our activities, I believe, we energized the building.  Mom especially liked things on the scary side and sometimes played with things that would have been better off left alone.
    Once mom decided to ‘cast a spell’ of prosperity for our business.  She concocted a mixture and mopped the store with it.  Later that day she and Jeane were sitting in the store alone talking, when the bells on the front door rang.  In came a many people in single file.  Young and old, tall and short, they just kept coming.  They kept filing in until the whole store was filled.  They were all making eye contact with mom and Jeane but no one spoke.  They milled around for a few seconds and then just as quickly as they came they turned and filed out of the store.  Both Jeane and mom were speechless.  When all of the people had gone Jeane asked mom, “Did you see that?” and mom replied, “Yea, what the Hell was that all about?”.  They both ran out the front door to see where the people had gone but there was no one in sight.  They told me if they hadn’t been together and both experienced this, they would not have believed it.  They have no explanation for it, just one more weird experience at Dungan’s Grocery Store!

There are many other stories about our grocery store and I may in the future write more.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Some Things You Just Can’t Change!

    Several years ago I used to go to Native American Pow Wow’s.  I loved the spiritual ‘feel’ of them, I loved the people I met and the things I learned.
    On one occasion I decided to go to a Michigan Pow Wow.  It was late September and I was excited to go and revisit a friend I had met before at this same gathering a couple of years prior.  Most often I went with a friend of mine, a Cherokee girlfriend, but this time she couldn’t attend because of work.  Being a rather stubborn individual I wasn’t going to let that stop me, “I’ll go alone.” I thought.
    Before going my sister Jeane and I got together to do a reading about the trip, just to be prepared.  She told me some disturbing news.  She said I was going to be in a car accident, but that I would be ok.  She continued by saying it was around 5:30 in the afternoon, the sun was setting and that someone would run a red light or something, that the accident was not my fault and that no one would be hurt.  She also said she could see that my car was badly damaged in the front and on the passenger side.
    Not wanting to have that experience I decided to leave at a time that would get me to my destination much earlier in the afternoon.  I got to the Pow Wow around 3:00 on Friday afternoon.  “All is good,” I thought, “by changing my arrival time I may have avoided the accident.”
    I had a wonderful time there and thought no more about the reading my sister had given me.  When I returned home I let her know that things went well.  We were both relieved and hoped the situation she had seen had been escaped.
    The following September Jeane asked me to come over for dinner after work.  We did this often on Friday’s and I love to go, her husband is quite the cook!  At the end of the work day I jumped in my car and headed to her house.  Taking my usual route out of town my mind was on a great evening with family.   I was going about 35 or 40 mph and there were cars beside and behind me.  Suddenly, just ahead, a woman ran a stop sign crossing directly in front of all the oncoming traffic!  I could not get out of the way without hitting someone else or them hitting me.  “Oh, crap!” I hit my brake but could not avoid T-Boneing the woman.  Her car spun around and hit the passenger side of my car.  Thankfully no one was badly hurt and the guy behind me saw it coming and stopped in time.  It was 5:30!  I called Jeane, she and my son came out to get me.
    Now I know why she saw the incident so clearly, she would be there to see it first hand.  I think we were being told that I would be protected, not to worry.  I guess some things are just unavoidable!

Saturday, January 15, 2011

The Flow...

    I believe, and remember this is just my belief not a religion, that all of us are part of The Creator.  When I say all of us I mean EVERY living thing!  Because of that we, those of us known as Psychics or Mystics, can tap into the Universal flow of energy of human, animal and even plant life.  The thing is, we all can tap into that energy if we just try to be open.  We have all known the phone was going to ring and who was calling before it did.  We all have had the ‘feeling’ that something may be wrong with our pet and even our favorite plant.  There is a vibration that we all put out and that is what we ‘feel’.  
    I compare God, The Creator, The Divine Source, The All or whatever you may call It, to the human body.  That Body of God Energy has many different parts that make up the Whole Being.  Every one of those parts are as important as the other.  The health of the Whole is dependent on every other part of the Being.  Even the things we see as bad are important.  They are how the Body learns healing.
    There is a flow of energy, as in the body, a circulation.  Sometimes within that circulation there are obstructions.  That is when our God given right to make the determination how to get around that obstruction, our FREE WILL, kicks in.  That decision to go left instead of right causes other things to happen.  It affects the rest of the Body.  Everything we do, say and feel affects the Whole.  Our decisions will never kill the Whole, but can determine how the Whole will react.
    When a Psychic or Mystic does a reading for someone they are tapping into your energy flow within the Whole.  They ‘see’ the current direction you are heading BEFORE any Free Will choices.  A good reader will NEVER tell you which way you must go, that is your Free Will Choice.  They will tell you the way things may go for you IF you remain on the current course.
    We cannot EVER stray far from God’s intended destination for us.  It can, however, take us longer to get there!  Choose your course wisely.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Messages From The Other Side

    I get a new car every three or four years.  Once, several years ago, I was at home and the phone rang.  It was my car dealership.  “Colleen?” he asked, “Yea, Colleen here.” I replied.  “Your lease is about up and I have a great car here I think you’ll like.” he said.  I immediately envisioned a Burgundy four door sedan and asked him, “Is it Burgundy?”  He laughed and said “How’d you know that?  Yes, it is!”  I thought it must be some sort of sign that I was supposed to get THAT car, so I did.
    Excited, as we all are with a new vehicle, I went to my Mom’s house to take her for a drive.  She loved that car!  Later on I would find out why we both had a connection to it.
    About a week or so later I had a couple of telling dreams, although at the time I didn’t understand what they were telling.  In the first one Mom and my sister Jeane were in a car driving up a hill and me and Brenda, my other sister, were running behind the car trying to catch up.  The second dream was more self explanatory.  In it I was in a library looking up information on some of my clients.  I couldn’t find anything and I asked myself where all the information had gone when a voice from above said, “You have to go to the next level.”  Stubbornly I said that I didn’t want to, but the voice insisted, so I began to climb the stairs.  At the top of the staircase was a long hall lined with doors.  I knew that behind every door there were Angels, I also knew that my Mom was in one of the rooms with an Angel!  These are just worry dreams, I tried to tell myself.  But as it turned out they were telling me something much more.  I believe I was being prepared for things to come.
    Several months later I was at my shop to do readings.  It was Saturday the seventeenth of April 2004 to be exact.  (in Numerology that was a 9 day, COMPLETION)  All morning I had a horrible feeling that something was wrong with Mom.  I kept telling everyone that something felt wrong with Mom and I thought she was ‘leaving’ today (she had been ill for years).  Finally around noon, I called her, my youngest sister answered the phone, “Mom is fine she’s just really tired and keeps dosing off” Brenda said.  I couldn’t shake the feeling so I left early and called Mom again to tell her I was coming over and I’d pick up a slushy from Ice Castle, she loved those!
    When I got to Mom’s place she was asleep in her recliner.  As expected, she didn’t look good and kept falling off to sleep during our conversation.  “Mom, I’m taking you to the hospital, your color is bad and I think we need to get you checked.” I told her.  She reluctantly said she would go but only if I didn’t call an ambulance or my sister Jeane (Jeane was in Florida on vacation at the time and was/is a worry wort.)  I got Mom dressed and into my new car.   About a block from her house she turned to me and said, “I think you’d better hurry!”  With that her head dropped and I FREAKED!
    I kept trying to get her to wake up, she lifted her head three times, briefly.  But on the third time her head dropped she started drooling and I knew she was gone.  I called my sister Brenda from the car to let her know what was happening, she then called to alert the hospital that we were on our way.  Every light on the way to the hospital was green and I got there in record time.  The hospital staff were waiting in the emergency parking lot to rush her inside.  “It’s too late,” I thought, “I waited too long, it’s ALL my fault, I knew something was wrong and I waited too long!”
    The doctor came to me and told me she was gonna be fine.  I didn’t believe him and as he was trying to reassure me the nurse popped her head in the room and told him he’d better hurry to her.  I knew she wouldn’t come back, if she had she would have been a vegetable and she’d always told me she wouldn’t want to live like that.
    A couple of weeks later my sister Jeane and I were sitting at the dining room table talking about different things, not about Mom so much, just about family stuff.  Suddenly Jeane started staring at me and the color of her skin changed she reached forward and grabbed my hands.  Her breathing was labored, her hands were like ice and she said to me... “IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT!”  “What’s not my fault?” I asked.  She repeated several times, “IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT!”  Now I’m getting scared, it wasn’t Jeane who was talking to me, it was Mom!  When I realized this I told her “Thank you Mom, but now you have to go, you’re hurting Jeane!”  With that Jeane seemed to come back around, although it took several minutes for her to get her color back.  Jeane had no idea what had just happened, I had to recount the whole situation, it was as if Jeane had left the room for those few minutes.  I will never forget that and I know that everything was, and is, as it should be.
    THANK YOU MOM, for letting me see that you are fine and I believe, happy to be out of that painful old body!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Beyond The Grave...

    I was raised with the idea that life is a magical journey and we are all able to see into the future.  My mother, sister and I used to get together weekly and do readings for one another.  We liked levitating tables, energy healings, etc.  We also did hypnosis and meditations together.  This was our fun things to do.  
    Many of the things we told each other DID happen and many have not happened yet.  Mom passed several years ago and I am sure the things she told me will still happen.  I cannot wait for the things my mother told me all those years ago to happen.  When they do that will be further proof, in my mind, that not only can we see the future but beyond the grave!  If she saw things for me that happened after her demise then that says she still sees me now...HI MOM, I LOVE YOU and I’M WAITING!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

God Works In Mysterious Ways...

    Being a single mother and the only bread winner is not easy (as many of you know).  I was having a really hard time financially and my home was slowly deteriorating because I couldn’t afford to do the maintenance on it that was needed.  I had to have a new roof put on which completely depleted all my funds (I actually had to borrow some money from a friend to get it done.)
    After that I finally decided “F!*# it, it’s time to let it go.”.  I had been divorced for 18 years at the time and trying to do it all myself had taken its toll.  I quit making my mortgage payments for two months.  The beginning of the third month I decided I better make the payment anyway rather than lose the only thing I owned.  
    I was on my way to the Vet with my cat who was very ill.  My cell phone rings, “Colleen its Gregg, is everything ok?”.  It was my ex-husband.  I was surprised because although we were still friendly, we rarely spoke and he NEVER called just to see how I was.  “Not so good.” I replied, “I think I’m gonna have to have my cat put down.”.  He expressed sympathy and then said, “What’s up with the house?”  “What do you mean?” I said.  “Well, I just got a foreclosure notice for your house!” he said.  And to his surprise I said, “Thank God.  I’m so sick of that place!”.  Needless to say he was confused by my reply.  We neither one could figure out why he received the foreclosure notice, his name hadn’t been on the house since we split!
    I didn’t know what to do next and really didn’t care anymore.  We talked about it for awhile when he made a suggestion.  “Did you know I just got my Real Estate License?” he asked.  I had no idea that he had done that, I congratulated him.  He then proceeded to tell me how to do a Short Sale, which I had never even heard of at that time.  He set me up with a specialist in Short Sales and my home sold in three months, I was out of debt for the first time in years!
    I now live in an apartment where I can call maintenance when things aren’t working (and never have to mow the grass again!).  It may not sound like a good thing but it WAS the answer to my prayers.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Cleaning Up My Act

    In my old home I had a nice large kitchen.  The washer and dryer were in the kitchen directly opposite the kitchen sink.  A year or two before I ended up moving, things started happening that I couldn’t explain.
    First my water just stopped working altogether.  I had a well, so I figured it had run dry.  But the creek was right behind my home, so could that be?  Not knowing what to do I found a nice old man to look at the well for me.  He told me I didn’t need a new well and that what had happened was that it had become sealed by mineral deposits.  He fixed it for me, get this, by shooting a rifle down into the well!  So anyway, I had water again but a lot of laundry and dishes to do.
    Then about a month or two after getting the water back other things began to happen.  One day I’m doing the dishes, again alone in the house, when suddenly my washing machine turns on!  “What the...” I turned around to see what was going on to find not only did the machine come on by itself but the lid was open!  I closed the lid and turned the machine off and continued doing the dishes.  The next thing I know the washer came back on.  I decided SOMEONE wanted me to do the laundry, so I did.  This type of thing kept happening for several months, I think my Guides were trying to tell me something.
    I have never been one that keeps up with household chores well.  I used to let my dishes and laundry build up to the point I HAD to do them to be able to do anything else in the kitchen!  (Not really proud of that but it is the truth.)  Needless to say I’m much better these days with my chores.  I think the old saying may be true, “CLEANLINESS IS NEXT TO GODLINESS!” at least that's what my Guides say.  :)

Monday, January 10, 2011

A Visit From Dad

    My father passed away around 1991 from throat cancer.  He had been a smoker all his life, as was I.  He lived in Florida and all his kids lived in Ohio.  We all went to visit him just prior to his death.  It was horrible to see him like that and in so much pain.
    About a month after his demise, I was sitting in my living room at home alone (just me and my dogs).  I lit a cigarette and laid it down in the ashtray on the end table next to my couch to go into the kitchen and get a drink.  I was not really thinking of anyone or anything in particular, just thirsty.  When I returned to the living room to enjoy my cigarette, my drink and watch some TV what I found freaked me freshly lit cigarette and the ashtray it was in were sitting in the middle of the living room floor!
    All I could think was, “OK, Dad, I get it!”.

The Clock Is Ticking!

    Back in August 1999 I lived in a small house in the country.  At that time I had five dogs, all of which were yappy little guys.  Living in the country and kinda outta the way I liked that because if anyone or anything was around the house I would always be alerted!  Being alone out there it’s nice to have a built in alarm system.
    One evening, I think around 10 PM, my dogs began barking.  I went around the house checking to see if anyone had come to visit.  I saw no one out the windows.  I thought the dogs had just heard some of the wildlife out there.  I tried to quiet the dogs, but they would not quit their barking.  I noticed that all five of them were looking up in the air toward my back door.  I started getting a little aggravated at them and yelled, “Would you PLEASE SHUT UP!”.  After what seemed like forever (probably around 10 minutes) they finally did.  But they all seemed kinda anxious, pacing around.  Once I got them settled I went to bed for the evening.
    The next morning around seven, as usual, I got up, went into the kitchen to make my morning coffee and let the dogs out.  As I headed to the back door I looked up at the clock that hung beside it.  (This was a cheapy clock with no glass on the front.)  Much to my surprise it was still at ten o’clock, I think, because the minute hand had been bent straight out perpendicular to the face of the clock!  That’s what the dogs had been barking at!  You’d think I would have been scared but I was really pissed off, THEY RUINED MY CLOCK!
    To this day I’m not exactly sure what that was supposed to tell me.  The only thing I could associate it with was the direction the minute hand was pointing “West”.  Because the next month I started my own shop doing readings and the shop was exactly “West” of my home.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Your Angels and Guides DO Talk To You!

Once, years ago, I was sitting at work and my son, then 17, called me and asked permission to stay overnight at a friends house.  Not unusual, after all it was a Friday night.  Normally I would not have minded at all, but this time for some reason I didn't feel good about it.  It wasn't who he was going to be with so why did I feel this way?  So I told him I would prefer that he not do this tonight.  Well, as anyone with a teenager would expect, he questioned my decision.  "Why not?" he asked.  "I don't feel good about this for some reason." I said.  "Geez, Mom, you and your feelings!  You're always having feelings!" he replied.  I gave in, telling him that it was ok but not to leave his friends house that evening.  He told me he wouldn't but he lied.  Later on I was on the computer at home alone with my dogs.  At 8:50 PM while still on the computer I felt a tap on my left shoulder.  Being alone it startled me.  I then heard a voice say "It's alright now.".  Confused, I looked around to see who or what was speaking to me and asked "What's alright now?".  There was no more communication, so I just shrugged it off figuring I would understand later.  (Being psychic things like that don't scare me.)  At 9:50 PM I went to the bedroom turned on the TV and settled in for the night when then the phone rang.  When I answered it, to my surprise, it was the County Sheriff's office.  They called to tell me that they had my son in custody and he had been arrested for trespassing at 8:50 PM!  They also told me that he and some friends had broken into an abandoned building to party but that none of the "party supplies" had been touched before they were caught!  Obviously that was what my Guide/Angel was telling me...I think I was being advised that my baby boy was alright and that he had been protected.  Although I wish it hadn't happened (he had to stay in Juvenile Detention all weekend) I know it was a lesson he HAD to learn and one I had to let him learn!  NEEDLESS TO SAY, HE PAYS MORE ATTENTION TO MY FEELINGS NOW!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Who Am I Today?

I am the same person I have always been and will always be.  Hopefully I'm a little wiser than when I came into this life.  This physical body is a little worn for the wear, but it is just the suit I wear as my spirit travels the Earth.  This life is a short vacation and when we pass we will be going Home.  We are all just spirit traveling for a short time on this planet.  I pray my presence here will yield some of the knowledge I needed and that I have somehow been helpful to my fellow travelers.  After all, when I help someone else I am also helping myself!

Friday, January 7, 2011

Ask the question and you'll get the answer. anyway, I now know that everything happens for a reason as they say.  Most of the time we have no idea what that reason is.  I believe we don’t understand because we don’t question the things that happen to us we just react to them.  At this juncture of my life I question EVERYTHING that happens to me.  The first question is always, “What should I learn from this?”.  I have found if you stop and ask the questions, you DO get the answers.  Although they may not be the answers you desire, they will point you in the right direction from this point on.
    By asking my Higher Self questions and NOT ANALYZING the answers I have found the answers I receive are almost always correct.  When I do readings I employ this idea.  For example if a client asks me, “Will I ever meet my Soul Mate?” I first listen for a yes or no or sometimes maybe.  Then I ask “When? Where? How?” and then “What should this person be looking for?  Is there an identifying mark they could recognize?”.  The alternate questions I ask for the client are the ones that really tell the story.  If everyone asked themselves questions and really listen to the answers they get, I would probably never do another reading!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Life's a Spiritual Journey...I just wish I knew my destination!

AM I PSYCHIC OR WHAT?!  ~ Colleen Celeste
    That is the question I have been asking myself for years.  I believe the answer is YES.  But I also believe that WE ARE ALL INHERENTLY PSYCHIC.  It’s just like being an artist or musician or writer, everyone can do these things to some degree, but there’s the rub, we’re not all on the same level.  As I get older and look back I see that my whole life was about finding MY LEVEL, spiritually speaking.
    I was born in Hamilton, Ohio on October 26, 1953.  Mom said I looked like I’d seen a ghost because my hair stood on end for a couple of days.  My mom was born with a veil or so she said.  So as you can see, the metaphysical was taught to me from birth.  
  Mom told me that her mother, deceased long before my birth, visited me when I was around two weeks old.  She told me that one evening at 2:00 am, or there about, she heard me cooing and laughing in my room.  She went into my room to check on me and I was propped up in the corner of my crib smiling and giggling and she said she felt her mothers presence.  
  As I got older, probably around 6 or 7, I started feeling afraid at night.  I felt like there was someone in my bedroom with me, in or near my closet.  One evening it scared me so bad I got up and went to Mom and told her what I was feeling.  She brought me back to bed, checked my closet, under the bed and all around.  She tucked me in and said, “Do you think they’re here to hurt you?”  and I said, “No.”  She then said, “Then why are you afraid?”  “I don’t know who it is.” I said.  She then got up and said to the closet, “You have to go now, you’re scaring Colleen.” and then proceeded to tell me, “From now on, if you feel something you don’t like, tell it to GO AWAY!”  I learned very early that spirit was around me and if I didn’t want it I could tell it to go away, and it would.  I learned to BLOCK these unidentified things from me not even understanding what it was.  
  As time went on I would wish for things, as everyone does, I would visualize them at night and see myself in whatever the situation was I wanted.  I didn’t realize at that time that I was sending a message out to the universe.  But I did realize that in most all cases the things I wished for seemed to come true (or at least a very similar thing).  Once as a teenager I wished something bad for someone, it was a fleeting thought, but bad none the less.  Within hours of that thought I heard news that what I had thought had happened.  Oh my God!  I felt so guilty and ashamed.  I tried to tell myself it was a coincidence but was worried that I may have contributed to what happened.  Not long after that event things went bad for me, not horribly, but bad in a way that I felt it was payback for my selfish/negative thoughts.  The lesson was learned.  I NEVER wish ill to anyone now, no matter what I may think of their actions.  I know that what we think does matter and will come back to us.
  Being a teenager in the late 1960’s I was, as were many my age, interested in Astrology.  I started to study it and learned how to do Natal Charts.  I became so obsessed with it I had vivid dreams about the planets.  One dream was about Mars coming so close to Earth I was afraid it would crash into us.  In the dream I was climbing a mountain at night and could see Mars so big and red as if it were upon us.  I was not really scared in the dream, more in awe.  Years later, 2003 to be exact, Mars was the closest to Earth it had been in approximately 60,000 years.  What does that mean to me, I thought.  I realized that I was climbing the proverbial mountain of psychic awareness, I had only been a professional psychic for four years at that time!  I wasn’t at the top of my game then but was on my way.
  Interest in dreams has always been big with me.  I kept a journal for years.  I began to realize that what I dreamed did come to pass.  I had to learn the symbols of my dreams to understand their meanings.  As I did, it became clear to me that some of dreams were “MILE MARKERS” in my life and that some were “PRECOGNITIVE”.  I also noted that sometimes I would have that “DEJA VU” experience and could go back in my journal and find it in one of my dreams, those seem to be the Mile Markers of life for me.  Why do we do this?  Why aren’t the dreams more self explanatory?  To this day I can’t tell you the answers to those questions except to say it is our job to PAY ATTENTION and to try to help ourselves and these dreams are our little clues from our HIGHER SELF.
  Around the age of 16 my mother wanted to join a parapsychology group but didn’t know how to drive and Dad was not into this so I had to drive her.  I didn’t mind because I WAS into it.  In those classes I began to learn meditation and self hypnosis as well as many other things considered Paranormal (I disagree with that terminology because I believe most of what we learned [or re-learned] is very much normal).  I believe we have been educated away from our innate abilities through religion, television and just plain fear of the unknown.  I embrace the unknown because I want to understand why we know things before they happen, etc.  I am not afraid because I don’t believe I will be harmed spiritually as long as I work from the Light and Love of our Creator (God) after all that is where everything comes from.
  At 18 I went away to school.  At that time I pulled away from the occult learning (not entirely) to pursue a degree in Art.  My art was indicative of my eclectic spiritual beliefs and still is to some degree.  I believe that because I am an artist, a creative thinker, I am also more psychically aware.  Visualization is the key!  I now realize that and that anything we imagine can be, when we imagine with intention. be continued (I hope)

Your Love and Light

Your love and light they shine within...
all I need do is listen.

Your word is etched upon my soul...
and I pray one day to be within your fold.

Each day a new miracle I see...
since opening my mind and heart to thee.

Thank you Great Spirit Divine,
for all the blessings you’ve bestowed for me to find!

~ Colleen Celeste

Pay Attention

Pay attention as life unfolds, for a miracle a day goes untold.
Pay attention to each word spoken, one of which may be a golden token.
Pay attention to the birds in flight, and the silent beauty of the night.
Pay attention to the sights and sounds, and know that Gods love is all around.
Pay attention and you’ll see, what life is REALLY meant to be!
~ Colleen Celeste

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Afraid of Psychics?

Do not fear the Psychic.  What they see is NOT their decision, but YOURS!
Colleen Celeste

Angels and Guides

Celestial and Earth Angels do exist.  They know us and are with us everyday.  Trust your inner voice, the Angels are speaking.  We call it INTUITION!

Domestic Violence

My heart bleeds and grieves for too, all who believe they must live a life that's black and blue.
Colleen Celeste


Dreams have always interested me from the time I was a young child.  I have been logging my dreams (off and on) since I was 16.  I have found, over the years, that many of them come true.  Actually most of them come true.  Some happen right away and some come years later.  Some seem really stupid and some really wonderful.  Having said that, all of them were important in letting me know where I stand in my spiritual journey!

Past Lives?

I have been regressed to past lives by myself and others many times.  I'm not sure why, but I don't think I've learned my lesson yet!  In the previous lives I have visited I have yet to see myself as the opposite sex. I'm sure there are plenty I haven't seen, but the ones that have been presented to me are obviously the important ones relating to my present being.  I was always alone.  I'm thinking it's because I've not walked in the shoes of the opposite sex, so I don't understand their side of the story.  Hopefully the next time (not that I want a next time) I'll get to see the other side of the story and learn that love in our life IS THE SPIRITUAL JOURNEY!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

When I was born...

My mother said I looked like I'd seen a ghost.  Appropriate for someone born so close to Halloween.