I came across this article today. It’s pretty heavy going in spots, but it really offers an interesting viewpoint on our work and on the interconnectedness of everything in the universe.
“If you hate your parents, the man or the establishment, don’t show them up by getting wasted and wrapping your car around a tree. If you really want to rebel against your parents: outlearn them, outlive them, and know more than they do.” -Henry Rollins
It’s been a long time since we posted, and we’re very sorry for that.
We’d intended to get active on our Blog again as soon as we got back to our island home in November, but Spirit had other plans. We returned to find that our dear friend and neighbor Patrick Knight’s health had taken a turn for the worse, and he was becoming quite ill. The responsibility for his care had fallen to his dear wife Trena who was also struggling to keep up with the very heavy holiday season demand for her cakes and pies. Deerspirit and I were able to step in and help out. At first it was just delivering cakes and pies and taking Pat to clinic appointments, but, as Pat’s condition became progressively more grave and he had to take to his bed, we shared in his care to the best of our abilities.
Trena’s whole family flew in from Nassau, Ontario, Abaco and Seattle and gathered at the house for a few days in late December. Trena’s daughter Julie remained in Exuma to help her mother. Her son Ed flew back in from Abaco when Pat’s condition began to require 24 hour care.
It’s so rare in this day and age that a person gets to spend his final days at home with family and friends, and we’re so blessed to have been able to help make that possible for Pat.
Pat was a lifelong member of the Catholic Church and had donated many hours of his time to the maintenance and improvement of St. Theresa’s Parish in George Town, Exuma. On Sunday, February 6 Archbishop Patrick Pinder, having learned of Pat’s condition, took time from his busy schedule to fly to Exuma, visit Pat and administer the Last Rites of the Catholic Church.
Pat passed early on the morning of February 12, 2011.
R.I.P., Patrick A. Knight
Hurricane Igor passed over Bermuda last night, and Julia’s moved out to sea. Here in the Exumas there’s not a breath of air, not enough breeze to flutter a single leaf, but the sea is churning terribly. The reef is covered by the white foam of breaking waves. Spray shoots twenty and even thirty feet in the air when those waves reach the rocks on our North and East shores. Our lovely beaches are being completely rearranged. The shells of recently dead sea creatures are washing up on the beach, and vast quantities of fresh seaweed, violently uprooted from the sea floor, are making their way to shore… all this chaos under a crystal clear blue sky, white puffy clouds, and not a sound to be heard save the pounding of the waves, not even the normally ever present rustle of the tops of the tallest palm trees.
As I sat at my desk this morning I watched the sunrise. There wasn’t a single cloud in the east, so the whole sky just seemed to glow with shades of bright red, then reddish orange that gradually turned to pale yellow. At last the sun finally appeared over the tops of the palmettos on the Eastern ridge, and the whole sky turned to blue. As beautiful as the morning’s awakening had been I couldn’t help remembering the old ditty “Red sky at morning, sailor take warning.”
Though the nearest storm is over a thousand miles and moving away, and our little island seems an oasis of serenity, we’re still affected. Spirit’s sent a lesson this morning.
We need to be aware of every little disturbance we might cause, for the ripples of energy we send out can have far reaching effects.
Hi all. Sorry we haven’t posted anything new for a while. I’ve been off island trying to assist a friend with a very difficult problem, while DeerSpirit’s been left alone to help the cause from our home base. I’m back now and plan to post the long promised second installment of “Should we fear spirits?” as soon as I get caught up with the many little things we have to do to carry on on an island. You should hear from me as soon as the water tank’s full, there’s gas in the boat, and…
Our friend and I wish to thank DeerSpirit and her friends, particularly the Medicine Woman in Vermont, for all their prayers and guidance.
Everyone is born with a gift
If we’re all born with a psychic gift how is it that so many grow up to be either unaware or so afraid to admit they’re gifted?
Questions like that are asked of me all the time.
I think about how I should answer that, because it has been so hard for me to come out of the psychic closet for so long.. not because I was unaware or afraid of my gift, but of what I
thought other people would think of me. I let other people’s opinions, feelings and judgments keep me from growing into the spiritual being I knew I was capable of being.
Also, the visions and messages I received were not always good. Sometimes I didn’t want to know the things I was seeing, hearing and feeling. I fought it and fought it until I finally had the courage to face the things I did not want to know. I learned that I’m only the middleman, relaying messages from my higher power to the people they are for, and that it is my spiritual journey while I am here for this lifetime.
So how does one go about learning how to find his or her gift, or to fine tune the gifts they are aware of?
Here are some suggestions:
Wishing you all the best on your spiritual journey.
Deerspirit
Every day we see shows on TV about Ghosts and hauntings and so called scientific investigations of hauntings. Then there are the shows like Ghost Whisperer. They’re terrific drama, but their fictional portrayal of ghosts and spirits is often so overdone that the reader is left with the impression that every ghost is a terribly dangerous being capable of and anxious to strike terror in the minds of unsuspecting victims.
Perhaps there are such spirits about in the world, but I’m of the opinion that the vast majority of spiritual encounters are quite benign and fall into one of two categories.
The first is the spirit that somehow failed to cross over to the other side when the body died. This can happen for a number of reasons. I’ve encountered spirits who wanted to wait for a loved one in hopes that they could cross together. Some others want to linger to be close to their loved ones who’re still living. The reasons are many, but the bottom line is the same. They stayed behind because of what seemed like a good idea at the time. Unfortunately those “good ideas” seldom work out well. Many spirits linger for years, decades, and even in some cases centuries waiting patiently for a loved one to pass, so the two spirits can cross over together. By the time we encounter them their loved one has most likely long since crossed over with no idea that the first spirit hadn’t already done so. For instance, I once encountered the spirit of a gentleman who’d come to America in the 1620′s and eventually settled in Chelmsford, Mass. When I found him, or rather he found me, he was still waiting patiently by his grave for his wife pass so they could cross together. Imagine his surprise when I pointed out his wife’s headstone, right next to his own. I encouraged him to go to the light, and then I got to witness him turn around and climb the steps where his beloved wife was standing at the edge of the light with hand outstretched to guide him into the light.
The second type is the spirit who’s around to guide the living. More about that in a later post.
GreyShark
