Fear: The Master of Misdirection

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The Scream by Edvard Munch

Originally posted back in March to my now defunct Yogagirl’s blog site.

Stillness is hard.

Stillness is surrender.

Stillness means I have to trust.  Something.

I am writing this in hopes to get insights into the art of stillness.  I’m not very good at stillness.  I am a mover by nature.  I move my body.  I move my mind.  Movement keeps me safe.  Or so I have always thought.

This morning, as I was writing in my journal, I was given a football metaphor by my IGS (Internal Guidance System).  The metaphor is this:  I am the quarterback.  I am the quarterback who never passes the ball.  I look down field and I see receivers but I don’t trust them to catch the ball.  I am constantly in a state of feeling like I’m about to be sacked (anxiety).  For the life of me I can not release the ball.

I move on to other thoughts in my journal and then out of the blue it hits me.  I can pass the ball to my spirit.  That part of me knows more than I do.  In my mind I pass the ball to my spirit.  O.K.  I’ve let go of the ball.  I can move on with my day.

I get on my yoga mat and there is an unusual amount of stiffness in the backs of my legs.  Intuitively I know this is fear I am holding in my first chakra.  On an emotional level the first chakra represents safety and security.  I don’t feel safe so I hold a lot of tension in the backs of my legs.

I find my quiet place and my IGS tells me to be still today.  More anxiety comes up.  I can’t be still.  I can’t do NOTHING! If I do nothing then nothing will happen. “I CAN”T DO NOTHING!” the voice in my head cries louder.  I begin to panic.  I start to breath deeply as the fear grows stronger.  Fear tells me it is keeping me safe by keeping me busy.  I know this for a lie but it is how I have survived these past 50 years.  I am afraid to let go.  If I let go I die.  Surrender = death.

I know in my heart that I will be safe if I surrender.  Yet the old patterns cling tightly to my body.  There has been a lot of inflammation in my body for the past several days.  My IGS told me it was fear.  The wise part of myself hears the truth in this.   Fear tells me it is something in my diet.  “It must be the sugar you ate in the chocolate covered almonds last night.”  Fear always tries to misdirect me from my truth.  Fear is the master of misdirection.

I come back to center through my breath.  Stillness is in the breath.  I ask myself what do I have to lose if I am still?  I have the courage to find out.  I will let you know . . .

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Learn more about the Chakra system in Anatomy Of The Spirit by Caroline Myss

Soul Colors Portrait: Creative Spirit

painting by Della McGee
painting by Della McGee

You will notice two symbols within your painting.  One is the cross and the other the spiral.  The cross is letting you know that you are at a cross roads in your life right now.  You are done being a child and it is time to step into your power as woman.  The spiral represents the path to power.  How you find your personal power is by going into the center of your being and listening to your intuition.  The flower in this painting is your intuition.  It is blooming, letting you know that it is always “open” for you.  

You have a lot of creative energy that desires to be expressed.  You have many different outlets to choose from whether that be the arts, music or gardening.  Creative expression will always be a healthy outlet for you if you allow it to be so.  Write, paint, act or simply howl at the moon.  Let that creativity be your guide to a balanced life.  

A Soul Colors Portrait is a personal maṇḍala for your use as a tool for transformation  When we meditate on our Soul or High Self we become more aligned with our Divine Purpose  Each portrait is painted in acrylic and measures 8″ x 8″.  Della tunes into your soul and paints from that space.  She then receives a written message from Guidance about the meaning of the painting.  Each painting is unique and is used here with the clients permission.   Click here to find out how to get your own Soul Colors Portrait.

Online Psychic Readings

Young woman with laptop and a cup of coffee on the floorHere is what one client said:  Thank you Della!! All of that made so much sense, one of my biggest dreams is to travel the country and be a photographer! I also want to help people (especially children) and I’m a very artistic person. Thanks so much for this, it feels good to finally get some support. I feel like I can really get going on living my life how I want to now! – Shelly-

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I’m Not Crazy. I’m Psychic.

51sbdxedoll-_sx355_Often times being a psychic is risky business.  You get information out of the blue and you have to make a decision whether or not to act on it.  Recently I had a “visitation” from a friend of mine that had passed on many years ago.  She wanted me to contact her son with a message.  I haven’t talked to her son in more than 15 years.  I didn’t even know how to get a hold of him.

I reached out to a mutual friend and he tracked down the son.  When my friend told the son about my visitation from his mother he was happy to hear from him but didn’t feel the need to connect with me about the message from his mother.

I do not know what this was all for.  Maybe it was for the mutual friend and the son to reconnect.  Maybe it was for me to reconnect with someone who I haven’t talked to myself in a long time.  Maybe the son will feel the love of his mother and that is enough.  I may never know the real purpose of this encounter.  I know I had to see it through to the end.  I also know I feel a responsibility to my gift and to those who connect with me from the other side.

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How I Became a Psychic: Part 3

Holy ManRead Part 1 Here

Read Part 2 Here

I had started working with my psychic friend Cheryl.  She had monthly circles where people would come together and explore and grow their budding intuitive gifts.  I remember speaking in tongues during one of our sessions and she suggested that I tune into the language to find out if there was more going on than just speaking a strange language.

I did this by taking long walks in the woods by my apartment building.  Nature has always had a calming effect on me and being surrounded by trees was an easy way for me to meditate and go within.  During these nature sessions I would  begin to see images of an old Native American Holy Man in my minds eye.  I started to sense that he was my Spirit Guide and the strange language was coming from him.  After several attempts of trying out different names to call him “Grandfather” resonated deep within me.  It was the name that felt right.

After connecting with his name I began to have conversations asking about our relationship.  He told me that we had several past lives together and that this lifetime he came to help me become who I truly am.  It took a long time before I could fully understand and interpret what he was saying.  He began by sending me images that the words reflected.  From there I was able to interpret the spirit language into messages for myself and others.

My Spirit Guide Grandfather has helped me during my healing sessions with clients for many years now.  He will often give insight into a situation that I am unable to see clearly.  I have come full circle with the work that began with Cheryl B. many years ago.  I now have psychic circles to help others explore their gifts.  You can find more about these circles here.

I have enjoyed sharing my story with you as it has reminded me of the incredible journey I have been on.  Please feel free to connect with me if you would like your own session with Grandfather.  We would be happy to help you in becoming who you truly are.  You can find me here.

Here is an example of me channeling my Spirit Guide Grandfather.  Enjoy!

How I Became A Psychic: Part 2

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It began by seeing things out of the corner of my eye.  This journey into the psychic realms.  Things I couldn’t really even explain.  One of the beings I saw was something straight out of Harry Potter.  He looked exactly like the house elves in the books.  Of course, this is all hindsight now.  The books weren’t even published when all this was occurring.  I just remember he was small and gnome like and didn’t pay me the time of day as he walked through my apartment and disappeared through the wall on the other side of the room.  This is the point in the narrative where you call in the people with the white coats and straight jackets.  You have to remember before my de-cording session with Cheryl (see part I) none of these things that I describe here had ever happened to me before.  This was only the beginning.

I call these experiences a baptism by fire because I had to learn how to use my gifts in a hurry.  I became overwhelmed with psychic activity and I could barely keep up.  At that time in my life I was processing a lot of anger. Anger attracts negative entities like nobodies business!  I had recently become a single parent to my boy who wasn’t even one year old yet.  I had no job and no prospects and living in section 8 housing.  I recently broke up with my sons father who had cheated on me with my best friend.  Needless to say I was a bit pissed off.

I started to have all these thoughts that didn’t even sound like me.  I would get this peculiar ache in my upper back that felt like something was hanging on it.  There was.  My anger had attracted spirit attachments.  Spirit attachments are earth-bound entities that for what ever reason have not passed into the light.  They tend to be drawn to like energy.  In my case it was anger that drew them to me.  They connect through the Auric field and interfere with your sleep and the way you think.

My clue that something was amiss were my thoughts no longer felt or sounded like my own.  Once I learned to discern my self from these spirit attachments I could release them.  Unfortunately, due to the fact that I was still a pissed off person they kept hitching on to me for a ride.  It wasn’t until I moved from that apartment to a small town that all the spirit activity quieted down.  But until then I had a lot to learn . . .

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How I Became A Psychic: Part 1

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I was always a sensitive child.  This was long before I knew the meaning of the word empath or that being psychic wasn’t a sin.  I struggled like most of us do with doubts and insecurities.  Trying to find my way through adolescence by experimenting with alcohol and drugs and religion, often at the same time.

I have always believed in God but it was my mother’s god and not my understanding of Creator.  Yet I never doubted that angels were among us and that praying to saints could help me find my keys.

When I was 18 years old I went to a Christian prayer meeting and was baptized in the Holy Spirit.  I went home after that meeting and immediately lay down for bed.  A strange language came bubbling out of me and I started to giggle.  At the meeting I was told that one of the gifts of the Holy Spirit was speaking in tongues and I had received that gift.  I would speak in tongues when I was afraid and this strange language would comfort me.  I didn’t do any thing with this gift except pray as I didn’t know any better at the time.

Many years later I had stopped drinking and was an active participant in Alcoholics Anonymous.  There was a man there who I was inexplicably drawn to.  I was hoping to have a romantic relationship with him but he simply wasn’t interested in me that way.  My attraction to him was bordering on obsession and I knew I needed help.  I went to a psychic.

Cheryl B. was the first real psychic I had ever been to.  I had my cards read at parties before but knew that they weren’t accurate so I didn’t take it very seriously.  Cheryl was different.  I met her at her house and she surprised me by meeting me in a velour sweat pants and top.  She was not what I expected!  I was expecting a turbaned guru with rings and a crystal ball.  Cheryl was ordinary and I liked her immediately.

I told her about my obsession with this man and she took me up to her healing room and taught me a process called de-cording.  I immediately felt different.  She suggested I do not see this man for one year and I didn’t.  You can read more about the process of decording here.

I went home after my meeting with Cheryl and immediately started to see things.  The de-cording process opened something within me that I didn’t have access too before.  Disclaimer:  I have not met another person who has had this psychic experience due to a de-cording session.

My psychic eye had opened up and all hell had broken loose in my apartment.  Apparently I was living  in a vortex of psychic activity and didn’t know it until this day.  That is the day my baptism into the realm of a psychic began.  A baptism by fire . . .

 

Getting On The Mat When You Don’t Want To

yogamatjpg-2b84169e12f7a4c7Today was a rough day.  Physically my body was in pain.  I never even made it out of my pajamas.  I read and I rested and made myself some yummy chai tea.   I took herbs and rubbed essential oils into my body.  I fed myself and I listened to podcasts as I played solitaire on my computer.

My yoga mat kept calling me but I kept answering with – I hurt too much.  I’m too tired.  I can’t.

The day wore on and the pressure to get on my mat kept building until I surrendered.  I practiced my favorite Kundalini Yoga kriya and it was rough  . . . but I gently guided myself through each pose.  I knew that I would feel better if I just kept up.  And I did.  The pain and the fatigue lessened and the heaviness I was experiencing all day dissolved.

My Inner Guidance System (IGS) never fails me if I choose to listen.  Sometimes my pain body is so loud that it makes it difficult to hear to the voice of the Soul.  When I do listen I am always grateful for the guidance it reveals.