Going back three years, and still repeating myself, why? Time for me to go into a new area of learning.

   I have reviewing my posts the past three years.  Seems like I have gone over many things as far as
what you can do to raise your frequency.  All the advice on doing emotional clearing, taking a very deep look at our relationships, learning to avoid constant train wrecks, or car wrecks as I interchanged from one to the other.  Doing energy exercises to help strengthen and clear your energy field, keeping the heart on a loving frequency.

    I fully admit to being as human and vulnerable to the same feelings as everyone else.  That is what I am here to learn.  Being a human, but a human who keeps being a work in progress. And learning to
open your mind to all of reality.  Which is more than what most people want to see or deal with.

     People create their own version of reality, some people just poo poo every thing, and they stay set with their own limitations, skeptics forever.  It is almost comical to me, the useless reasons they come up with why things may occur outside of all already extensively explored explanations for this
things that are seen by hundreds of people, or the things that happen to just a few.

      There must just be a lot of crazy people on this planet if you see it through their eyes.  No, they are very rigid, and some even if they experienced an incident outside of their parameters, they would come up with a reason that would fit inside their comfort zone.

     The thing about this planet is nothing stays static for very long.  But learning things to help you get through and maintain balance, in life, in love, in any kind of relationship, even the ones you have to learn to love from a distance, will always be ongoing. Even being open to things that scare you.

      What is called being mindful is knowing this part of life as a human.  How to approach it.
Love is wonderful, and nothing is ever smooth sailing.  Here is where it works.  Two people are
both working on it to keep it wonderful, with all of the bumps.

        View life as really interesting and full of new unknown experiences, do not close down your mind.  With all things, all possibilities.  Change and new things are always possible.

      Now for me,  I am working on ( nudged I should say) on a part of my life that happens far
more than I want to have happen.  I have deliberately shut down that part of my abilities.  On purpose. With the exception of my son, and dear old friends who crossed over some years ago.

      It pushes through now and then , and I slam the door shut.  So slowly I am finally dipping my toes in the water.

       Why?  I feel that I have tried to set up some guidelines for getting through the months ahead, and not be doom and gloom, or raise hopes too high.  We are still raising frequency here on this planet.
We are still being visited by people from other planets, several different kinds. 

      And there, if you think they are all our friends, then learn to discern.  Some are, some are not.
This planet is pretty busy.  We are still the youngest race around, so we are still learning.  We do have friends out there, and they do care about us and want to see us suceed. I feel that in time, sooner than we think many things that have been kept in secret by our government, will come to light.  And when that happens we will experience a huge surge of being open, and those who could only work in secret and do harm that way will be made to stop, and comply to the will of the rest of our visiting friends.  And we will begin to evolve into what we are meant to be.

       The day is coming when we will stop fighting with each other, work together as a race, then
we go into space.  I will cover our genetic makeup and how after a generation or two of mixing, we will be able to survive long, long space flights. But that is for another day in the future.

       But for a while, I will be working on different aspect.  That troubling aspect of those who
have passed and are still here, and why and how this all plays into our progress as a species, and past the physical at some point.  I have only gone so far in  this part of my development.

      My guides are saying it's time to move into this.  That means I have some hard work to do on this, and a discipline to gain mastery of, which I am not happy about. I need to find someone to help me learn , so I will have faith the right person will come along. If I ask the field/Divine Spirit, it will happen.

         So for my urge to write, I will be working on my fiction, and occasionally working on this.

          But for my next area to learn from, and hopefully yours, I will leave you with this tale of a little girl.


           I am the little girl. 

           Kids see things, maybe not all kids, but a lot of kids.  And if they say what they saw to the adults around them, it can go three ways.  One response can be, oh ok, you have a good imagination.
Another,  no you didn't , stop making that stuff up, or worse don't talk about that anymore.


          And the third would be the best.  Oh honey,  thank you for telling me, I wonder who that was?
What did he look like?

            I did get asked what he looked like.  By the person who I would have thought the least likely to ask.

            So here goes.  My family was living in a small town in Wisconsin.  My father was back in the US Navy, and he was often out at sea on the aircraft carrier he was stationed on. In Rhode Island.

             We had moved into the second house we lived in , which at this point was on the same side of the street as the school I was attending.  I could walk home easily, as it was two blocks down and the house was halfway in the middle of the block as I walked down it.

             It was a two storey house that had been divided into an apartment upstairs and one on the ground floor.  There was a great big basement, and no not a scary one.  Good for playing in and Mom hung up the laundry there.

            This happened in the spring, as I came home.  Warm sunny day, no snow so late May as I am remembering, but nice sunshine.

             I had to walk up the stairs to the front door, and go inside, which I did.  This in the days when this house was someone's home would have been sort of a hall where people would be ushered into probably a living area/setting room area.  There it had been turned into a doorway into our apartment, and a stairs to the upper apartment. Which most likely had been the bedrooms for the family.

           As I came into the entry hall, I happen to glance over to the stairways going up, and there sitting on the stairs was this little elderly gentleman.  Balding, glasses, looked to be in his 80's.  Clothing well, looking back non-descript.  Had on a sweater, very mudane clothing, little old man clothes, comfy clothes.

          Now at the stairs there was a window with the sun shining in .  I smiled at this little old man.
He smiled back at me, then it came to me that he was transparent.  I stood staring, and he just sort of
faded away.

           Of course I went in and told my mother immediately.  She, well it was another of those, this child has the biggest imagination ever kind of thing.

            The rest I will leave off for the time being, but just to say not everyone thought I was seeing things.

             But later in life each time I had something happen, I did start stuffing it down, and decided that dead people and I had nothing to say to each other.  They were trouble, so I blocked them, really got good at it too.  Still they oozed through, at least that is the way I think of it.

            And to make it worse,  I have read all kinds of scary ghost stories, and haunted places
books, watched televison with the ghost hunters, etc.  but even the shows with the kind mediums
helping out both the living and the dead didn't change my mind much.  Only about my son, and
him I already talked to.  The rest of the dead, the one's who hang around, they have issues and are pains in the butt.  I really have felt that way.

            So here I am, being asked to re-think my attitude, please.  We need to dig this up. 


                                                  I have finally agreed.