Welcome to Connecting You With Spirit!
Although the last few months of warm weather are dwindling,
there is still time to enjoy a last day at the sea shore, the park, or finding
that perfect place for a picnic. I come from a Swedish family--on my father's
side--and Swedes are true picnickers. I have many old family photographs from
the 1920's and 1930's depicting my young grandparents, newly arrived in the US,
smiling from their favorite picnic spots in Chicago where they lived, and the
north woods of Wisconsin where they vacationed. It captivates me to see them sitting
on a cotton blanket with a gourmet lunch artfully spread before them; my
handsome grandfather nattily dressed in a suit, tie, and straw bowler, and my
grandmother in a summer dress, high heels, and marcelled hair happily smiling
back at the camera in a moment of sheer enjoyment. Those photos are a reminder
to me that play--especially outdoors--is a fabulous way to maintain balance in
one's life.
This month's spiritual
adventure involves a true-life story about how my departed father began a
relationship with my small children...whom he never had the privilege of
meeting while on the earthly plane.
Unlike a carbon
footprint, you are supposed to leave behind a spiritual footprint that
represents how you helped make the earthly plane a more enlightened place than
the way you found it!
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Farfar's Story
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My father was a first generation Swede, and the Swedish word for grandfather is "Farfar." When I was growing up, my father's huge Lionel train set was a fixture in our large
suburban basement. Over a period of years, he had painstakingly arranged hundreds of feet of track on several
Ping-Pong tables, and his railroad empire wound through a series of quaint, tiny villages that he had created. Even
into our teens, my brothers and I loved to play with the
colorful, lifelike, sturdy steam engines and all of their numerous
rail cars that operated by remote control. We never tired of staging crashes in which two steam engines would collide
head-on, and then derail, sending all the rail cars
cascading
to the concrete floor.
Unfortunately, my father and I were estranged for many years before I had my children. He was a hopeless alcoholic who had abused my mother and terrorized us kids the entiretime that I was growing up, so once I finally became an
adultI chose not to see him. He died years before either of my children were born. Because he caused me so much pain, I never spoke about him.
One Saturday
morning when my son, Flynn, was six-years-old, he came downstairs for breakfast and he was rubbing his eyes as if he was still sleepy. I asked if he
had slept well, and he told me, to my utter astonishment, that Farfar had come to visit and together, they went to "his house in heaven" and played with his big train set all
night! Flynn told me how much fun he had, and that he couldn't wait to go back.
I had never used
the term "Farfar" with my son, nor had I ever told him about grandpa's elaborate train set. It was tangible evidence to me that my father was indeed visiting. Of course, I became concerned about the kind of influence my dad was going to be on my son. I immediately channeled with my father--who lives in spirit--and he assured me that
he had let go of all of his serious emotional issues as soon
as his soul left his physical body, at the time of his
death.
Since that time,
I have learned to heal from everything that I witnessed as a child. Once I chose to start building
a relationship with my dad--in spirit--I've been able to receive all of the dad--nurturing I so yearned for when I was
growing up. We have forged a wonderfully supportive
relationship and I've truly enjoyed getting to know him. At the same time, Flynn--and now, my daughter, Megan--have continued to spend time with my dad-at night, during theirdreams--and to play with the train set I found so exciting when I was a child. Flynn and Megan also relay regular
messages to me from my dad, which I have found very reassuring. Through the process of channeling, my children have had the unique opportunity to get to know their maternal grandfather...who died years before they were born!
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Synchronicity
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 Both stories are true and documented. Read on...
STORY NUMBER ONE
Many years ago, Al
Capone virtually owned Chicago. Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. He
was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze
and prostitution to murder.
Capone had a lawyer nicknamed 'Easy Eddie.' He was Capone's lawyer for a
good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering
kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.
To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the
money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his
family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the
conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.
Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little
consideration to the atrocity that went
on around him. Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he
loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good
education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object. And, despite his
involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from
wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was. Yet, with all his
wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he
couldn't pass on a good name or a good example.
One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult
decision. Easy Eddie
wanted to rectify wrongs he had done. He decided he would go to the authorities
and tell the truth about Al 'Scarface' Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and
offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify
against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified.
Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire
on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his son
the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever
pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a
religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine. The poem read:
'The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power
to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is
the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time.
For the clock may soon be still.'
STORY NUMBER TWO World War II
produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare. He
was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft
carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.
One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne,
he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off
his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get
back to his ship.
His flight leader told him to return
to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the
fleet.
As he was returning to the mother
ship, he saw something that
turned his blood cold; a squadron of
Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet. The American
fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He
couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor
could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one
thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.
Laying aside all thoughts of
personal safety, he dove into the
formation of Japanese
planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one
surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken
formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was
finally spent.
Undaunted, he continued the assault.
He dove at the planes,
trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes
of damaging as many enemy
planes as possible, rendering them unfit
to fly.
Finally, the exasperated Japanese
squadron took off in another direction. Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his
tattered fighter limped back to the carrier.
Upon arrival, he reported in and
related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera
mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring
attempt to protect his fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft.
This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy's
first Ace of WW II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor.
A year later Butch was killed in
aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory
of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this
great man.
So, the next time you find yourself
at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.
So--what
do these two stories have to do with each other?
Butch O'Hare was 'Easy Eddie's' son.
-- Contributed by Mike Beckman
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"Success is to be
measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the
obstacles which he has overcome"
Booker T. Washington
(1856-1915)
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Channeled Question
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Dear Kim: Four years ago, I made the biggest mistake. I'm
worried that because I had an abortion that my future children don't have faith
in me to protect them. My husband assures me that they are still out there and
not to dwell on the negative - that they want a happy peaceful home to be born
into. How can I; 1) apologize 2) ask forgiveness and 3) demonstrate that I am
ready willing and overjoyed to meet them.
Becky R., 36, Denver,
CO
Dear Becky: When you made the decision to abort, it was
after significant soul searching. You felt that you were making the right
choice at the time, correct? You have cried, gone to therapy, and demonstrated
that you truly regret your prior decision. So, your angels recommend that you
stop looking back with angst-ridden guilt and focus on the present and future.
There are four children who have chosen you as a mother and who are incredibly excited
about joining your family! The first child that is going to be born is the
child that you were pregnant with before...and she is thrilled about being your
daughter. Your hubby is right-the girls and boys who will become your future children
have complete faith
that you will be the very best mother for them.
Why not channel all of the energy that you have invested in self-recrimination
into conceiving? You, your darling husband, and the babies are all ready to
become a family.
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Profiles in Success
Lisa's Story
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I had a series of spiritual
experiences with an old friend involving the birth of my son.
I first met Mary when we were roommates at Southwest
Texas University,
and we became as close as sisters. Still the best of friends after graduation,
we stayed in close contact. Back then, my intuition always told me when
she was feeling depressed or worried, and I would pick up the phone and call
her. After I'd question, "What's wrong?"
she would laugh and ask me how I always knew when she needed to
talk.
When I became pregnant, she was absolutely delighted for me. I was going
to be a single mom, and as my best friend she told me that she had to be present when I gave birth. I
assured her that she would be and that I really needed her with me. As the
pregnancy progressed, Mary became more and more excited.
On the day
of my big baby shower, Mary didn't show up. I felt incredibly hurt and puzzled
as to why she would fail to attend such an important event in my life. My dear
friend didn't even call to explain why she had chosen not to come. I couldn't
get over it. She never contacted me, so I assumed that for some reason she
decided
to back away from our
friendship.
The days flew by and soon I was seven months pregnant. My tummy had
ballooned, and I was still working full time. One day I came home from work
really exhausted. My ankles were swollen and my whole body ached. I kicked off
my shoes and started to relax in my favorite chair. The phone rang and I was so
tired that I didn't want to get up to answer it. My mother was visiting, so she
reached for the receiver. I heard her gasp, and suddenly say, "Oh no! Oh my
God! When?" I sat straight up and knew in that instant that something was wrong
with Mary.
Even though her name was never mentioned, I just knew. I got up and
approached my Mom, asking, "What's wrong with Mary?" Mom's face wore a
heartsick expression. She gestured for me to be patient while she kept talking
on the phone. I felt a sickening dread in the pit of my stomach. My heart was
pounding and I couldn't wait any longer, so I grabbed the receiver and asked,
"What's wrong with Mary?" It was Mary's mother. She told me that Mary had been
shot. I immediately asked about what hospital she was in. Her mother told me
that she was dead. She had died the day of the baby shower! Mary's mother said
that because I was pregnant, she had decided not to tell me until after
I had given birth so as not to cause a miscarriage. However, she was now
calling because she had to; the authorities were investigating Mary's death,
and because we were long standing friends, they might arrive on my doorstep to
ask questions. Mary's mother wanted to relay the horrible news herself rather
than my hearing it from the authorities. I literally fell to my knees
sobbing.
When my water broke, I was really worried because I knew that it wasn't
time yet for the birth. Needless to say, I was very concerned about my baby's
health. My mom and dad raced me to the hospital. A short time
later, I gave birth to my son, Ryan Michael. He was premature, jaundiced, and
had fluid in his lungs. I was absolutely terrified.
In recovery, I looked up and saw Mary-in spirit-standing by my bedside.
"Mary, what are you doing here?" I asked her, astonished.
"I told you I wanted to be there when you had your baby," she said. "He
is so beautiful! He will be fine and strong."
I was so happy to see her! Then the nurse walked in and Mary
disappeared.
A few months after Ryan was born, Mary appeared to me again. She was
sitting on the edge of my bed. I was feeding Ryan at the time. Delighted to see
her, I asked her why she was visiting. Mary told me that she was at peace, and
that I should no longer worry about her. I was thrilled by Mary's message, so I
called her mom, and she surprised me by sharing that Mary had also visited her
the same night...to relay a similar message!
Since then, Ryan has grown into a strong, healthy man, just as Mary had
promised. I hear her beautiful sweet voice at those times when I need
reassurance the most. Our friendship has continued to prevail over time and
space, and I have faith that, until I return to heaven myself, she'll always be
there for me.
Contributed by Lisa Seales
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Guest Contributor
I was laid off from a job I had for about 14 years and was
out of work for almost a year after that. Working at a few short-term temp
jobs that I didn't like and didn't seem to be working out
wasn't helping my situation,either. I began to lose hope. One
day I was sitting in a chair next to sliding glass doors in my home and
just stared at the building across from me. It was a sunny day
without a cloud in the sky. In my mind I was praying and talking
to my angels, and asked for their help and strength to continue. After a
few moments, I received words in my head that said to keep looking at
the upper corner of the building across from me - they wanted to show me
something. Then, slowly, from behind the building, I could see a
figure emerging but didn't know what it was. Suddenly I could distinguish
the shape. It was the only cloud in the sky that was in the form of a
heart. "Wait, there is more," they said. When it
finally came in full view I was surprised and amazed to see a a
perfectly shaped cloud of an angel - complete with wings and a flowing dress
- floating on it's stomach with it's arms outstretched holding a
heart! It was so beautiful and filled my own heart with peace,
love and joy. It also provided comfort for me to know that my
angels were working behind the scenes on my behalf and I took it as a
message from them. As it turned out, I was indeed hired for a
good job working with wonderful people soon after seeing the cloud angel
they created out of their love for me. I am very grateful
to all my angels every day for this and more!
Camiellie Szulc
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Blonde Moment
A distraught
senior citizen phoned her doctor's office. "Is it true," she wanted to
know, "that the medication you prescribed has to be taken for the
rest of my life?"
"Yes, I'm afraid
so, "the doctor told her.
There was a moment
of silence before the elderly lady replied, "'I'm wondering then, just
how serious my condition is? The prescription is marked NO REFILLS."
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Thank you for allowing me to spend this time with you! Please write to me with your own success and synchronicity
stories...I'd love to include them in a future issue. Until the next issue, wishing you all the best blessings!
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Kim's Tip
Why Struggle is Necessary |
As you make your special and unique
journey, you are certain-like everyone else on the earthly plane-to encounter some
struggle. We all encounter some kind
of challenge as we pursue various goals and dreams. Struggle
presents an individual the opportunity to evolve spiritually and emotionally through
experiencing adversity.  It was Harriett Tubman's destiny to be born into
slavery in 1820, in Maryland. It
was her destiny, at thirteen, to sustain a head injury so violent
that it resulted in epileptic seizures that would plague her for the rest of her life. Yet, she was able
to make a death-defying escape from slavery when she was twenty-nine. It was also her
destiny to become a leader in civil rights by helping other slaves escape, and to work tirelessly
for women's suffrage.
It was Helen Keller's destiny to be stricken
with a fever at eighteen months that left her blind and deaf before she had learned to speak. Yet, it was
also her destiny to graduate Radcliffe College cum laude, and become a world-renowned author, speaker, and activist for the blind and hearing impaired.
It was Florence Nightingale's destiny to be born
into a wealthy, conservative British family in 1820, when women from upper-class backgrounds were
expected to become
wives and mothers. Over the strident objections of her
family, she followed what she considered to be a divine calling into nursing, which, at the
time, was considered by many to be a disreputable occupation. Instead of living in
sumptuous wealth and enjoying
her leisure, it was her destiny to devote her life to caring
for the poor, advocating better conditions for those subjected to workhouse infirmaries. In
1854, accompanied by a small group of nurses, she traveled to Turkey
to heal British soldiers who had been wounded on
the front lines of the Crimean War. Her tireless efforts at
the camp dramatically improved the survival rate, and she pioneered many of the modalities
and techniques of modern-day nursing.
Throughout history, people have
proven that it is possible to encounter adversity and choose to rise above it, continuing to
follow their dreams and passions. Think of struggle as something that can fuel your forward movement rather than derail it. No matter what
anyone else believes, the only thing that matters is what
is in your own heart.
You are the architect of your life.
In the final analysis, you won't be able to blame, or hold responsible, anyone else for the
things you chose not to accomplish. Always follow your dreams, no matter how hard the struggle!
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