Spiritual Sciences EMagazine

Issue: # 5

November 2008

A monthly newsletter for people who are prevailing on their spiritual journey. It's all about keeping the faith, maintaining courage, developing enlightenment, and creating a life you can love
through service to others.

     Welcome to Connecting You With Spirit! Thanksgiving is almost here, heralding the beginning of the holiday season...my very favorite time of year! During this magical season, I focus on giving special thanks for the relationship with my angels, being of service to others, my family's good health, and the fact that my mother has finally met a Mr. Wonderful...at the age of eighty! What are you most grateful for?
     In last month's issue, I shared how my guardian angel John Reid helped us find the house we were predestined to own, which we discovered was inhabited by the spirit of a young woman. Our spiritual adventure this month takes you into my home and introduces you to Leanne...the beautiful spirit who becomes our adopted daughter.
     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!

Manifesting a New Home With the Help of an Angel - Part II

     The home had light colored brick, big windows, lush gardens of blooming flowers, and a fenced yard filled with massive pine and oak trees. A man whom we believed to be the owner happened to be mowing the grass, and he stopped to wipe his brow. Then he saw us parked in front of his house and without hesitation, smiled and waved. We tentatively waved back. He went back to his mowing. Britt and I sat silently staring at the house for some time, each lost in our own thoughts. We reluctantly drove away, eager to return the next day.
     After a sleepless night, we met Beaty in front of the house just after noon on Sunday. She explained that the property had only been on the market for two weeks and it was even bigger than what we had hoped for. In spite of our credit card debt, the price was in our budget and so were the taxes. Plus, the public schools in the area were considered exemplary.
     "Don't act too excited in front of the owner," cautioned Britt, as we approached the front door. He was already focusing on negotiating the best price.
     I nodded solemnly. Buying a house was going to be the biggest purchase we had ever made together...and I didn't want to complicate the process by putting all of my emotional cards on the table before my husband had a chance to haggle.
     We rang the bell, consumed with nervous anticipation. The owner, the same man whom we had seen the day before mowing the lawn, opened the front door with a warm welcome and gestured for us to cross the threshold.
     I walked into the entry and the house seemed to immediately embrace me. I heard John say, this is the one.
     "It's our house!" I exclaimed. "We finally found it!"
     The owner looked stunned.
     Britt shook his head and rolled his eyes, but I could tell that he was just as excited. With baby Megan in my arms, I quickly went from room to room. I found the big kitchen where I would cook...sometimes. There was a window box where I could grow herbs! I discovered a walk-in pantry! The kitchen had more drawer and cabinet space then we would ever need! I loved the beautiful wood floors!
     What's more, I noted that the kitchen, eating area, and den were all one open area, which would allow us to keep a watchful eye on the babies. The den had a substantial fireplace with a wide mantel, and I imagined how it would look decorated with our Christmas stockings. Louvered doors off the kitchen led to the carpeted living room, which was going to make a great first-floor playroom for Flynn and Megan. The upstairs held all the bedrooms and two full baths.
     Then the owner invited us to see the huge backyard. The French door off the utility room led to a spacious covered patio. Beyond the patio was a fenced, very private backyard in full bloom. I looked up at the majestic pine trees that towered above us.
     We put the kids down on the grass. Flynn laughed, stretched out his arms and ran in circles, pretending to be an airplane. Megan, who was just beginning to crawl, looked at the grass wide-eyed as if she had suddenly been transported to outer space. Although we had frequently taken the kids to a park close to the townhouse, what they were most accustomed to seeing in the city was concrete.
     My eyes were filled with tears as I looked at Britt. He winked at me, and then wisely asked to see some recent utility bills, which the owner had obligingly assembled to show us. They were surprisingly reasonable. It also didn't escape us that Flynn and Megan were obviously happy, and oddly giggling with delight the entire time we were there.
     We wasted no time in putting in a bid, and the owners accepted immediately. It was a miracle! The babies would have their own home-with their own grass-and their own trees! Everything had fallen into place once I got out of the way. John had certainly been right about the power of positive thinking.
     We began the process of securing a mortgage and scheduling all of the inspections. During that time, the owner of the house emailed an open invitation for us to visit the property whenever we wished. I was thrilled, of course, by his generosity because I wanted to measure rooms, decide on paint colors, and allow Flynn and Megan another brief exposure to the backyard.
     When we arrived back at the house, the owner greeted us warmly and led us into the kitchen. I was very surprised to see my book, How to Talk With Your Angels sitting on the counter. He explained that he had found out about the book from visiting my website, and he was quite intrigued by my line of work. He shared that he was definitely going to share the book with his wife, who he believed would have a special interest in what I wrote about. I thanked him, and he excused himself so we could explore our new home.
     About twenty minutes later, we were preparing to leave. I found the owner sitting on the patio and told him that it was obvious that our children already seemed very comfortable there and that we looked forward to building our future in a house that had such happy energy. I promised that we'd take good care of the property.
     As he looked kindly at Flynn and Megan, I saw his eyes welling up. He began to reminisce about his three grown children, for whom he had a great affection. He led us back inside to show us several of their childhood pictures that were displayed in the den. I saw a photograph of two little girls and a boy who looked quite close in age, and all three were laughing for the camera. He then proudly shared more recent pictures of the children, now grown, along with photographs of his grandchildren.
     It was then that he disclosed that one of his daughters had been killed by a drunk driver in a horrific accident on her way to work one morning. She was only 30 years old. Britt and I expressed heartfelt sympathy, and we thanked him for sharing the very personal-and painful-family history with us. He then offered what appeared to be a business card to Britt and me as we left, and we acknowledged him for being so generous with his time and hospitality. I shoved the card into the side pocket of my bulging purse.
     Once the children were wrestled into their car seats, I climbed into the van, distracted by thoughts connected with everything we had to get done before the move.
     "Take the card back out!" commanded John, starling me. I looked back to see that he had materialized in "his" seat, the one in the second row right next to Megan. "Look at it now."
     "Okay, okay," I said peevishly, as I reached for my purse. I quickly discovered that it wasn't a business card at all. It was a white card with a silver guardian angel medallion affixed to it; and, next to the medal was a photograph of a smiling, lovely, dark haired girl. The card read:

Guardian Angel
Please accept this guardian angel
In memory of our beautiful daughter
Leanne
Who was killed by a drunk driver on 12/13/99
May it protect you always.

     Leanne was the deceased daughter he told us about! I felt shivers, and it dawned on me that I had been given the card for a very important reason. Suddenly, the spirit of the young woman materialized next to Flynn! She smiled a hello. The children already seemed to know her, and she began to playfully tickle them. They broke into squeals of laughter. Now I knew why they were always happy and giggling when we were in the house! Leanne had been interacting with them! Why was she interacting with us, I wondered?
     "Because I'm going to stay at the house," she answered, reading my thoughts. "I'll be living there with you." My eyes widened and I looked at John. He regarded me with a knowing expression.
     "You're not going to move on with your Mom and Dad?" I asked her.
      "The house holds very happy childhood memories for me," explained the spirit. "I want to live in that peaceful, happy energy. And I'm so glad that Flynn and Megan are moving in. It will be like old times. Do you mind that I'm staying?"
     "No!" I told her. "Living with you will be a very different experience than what we've encountered with the spiritual boarders we have now!"
     "But I was in the house first," she said, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "I will consider you the boarders!"
     John, Britt, and I all laughed.
     "I don't know how peaceful the house will be when we move in," I warned her. "We tend to be kind of noisy."
     "Good," she said. "My house has been too quiet."
     And with that, Leanne vanished. When she did, both the babies started to whine and fuss.
     "You'll get to spend time with Leanne," I assured them. "As soon as we move into the house."
     Then, in my own private space, I hoped that neither of my children would end up on a therapist's couch because their mother, the channel, encouraged them to build relationships with spirits. On the other hand, I thought, why not support their involvement with wonderful, enlightened beings-whether human or spirit?
     The big day finally arrived the last weekend of August. Britt stayed behind at the townhouse to oversee the movers, while I took the children to the new house so they wouldn't be underfoot. While they played with their toys in the living room, I walked from room to room of the empty house, marveling that it was really ours.
     When I reached the kitchen, I was surprised to find a bouquet of my favorite sunflowers in a vase on the counter. As I approached, I saw a card. It was addressed to me in a pretty, feminine script. With mounting curiosity, I tore open the envelope and found a personal note from the owner's wife, who had recently moved out of the house. With touching sentiment she wished us great happiness in the home that held so many wonderful memories for her. In the last sentence of the note, she shared that her daughter, Leanne, would remain a tangible presence in the house, and she hoped that we would enjoy her company. I was astonished-not only because she possessed the awareness of her daughter's lingering presence, but that she was intuitive enough to know that her daughter's spirit intended to remain in the house and that we would be comfortable with that fact!
     In the busy days and weeks that followed, we settled comfortably into the new chapter of our lives as homeowners in the small community of Spring. When Britt and I worked together in the yard, I was consistently reminded of the first intuitive glimpse I had, years before, of my future with him and all of the blessings that were yet to come.
     We welcomed Leanne into our family without hesitation, and she lovingly interacted with Flynn and Megan as if she was a spiritual big sister. We began to build our own family memories, mindful that we were but the caretakers of Leanne's enchanted home.
     Particularly on the weekends, it was commonplace for Britt and me to be awakened by the sounds of Megan, still in her crib in the bedroom down the hall, cooing, giggling, and blowing kisses to Leanne as they played her favorite game of peek-a-boo. Moments later, we'd hear Flynn, from the crib in his room, saying, "Hi!...Hi!...Hi!" to Leanne, and then regaling her with animated baby talk about his trucks, books, and toy plane collection. It became routine to hear her unmistakable footfalls in the upstairs hallway, or softly treading upon the wood floors between the kitchen and the den. Overnight guests have commented that they've heard "walking" and a "presence," but they have felt no fear of the loving, generous, and benevolent spirit who had become so precious to us.
     Since we finally had room to entertain, I decided to host a special holiday brunch three weeks before our first Christmas in the new house. I invited Britt's adult daughter, Jen, and her husband, Shelby, to join us. Jen and I had become close friends since her Dad and I married, and I truly admired her. She was a brilliant, enlightened, sensitive, and beautiful woman who worked as a corporate attorney for a large law firm. She lived several hours away in Austin, so her sporadic visits were always looked upon with great excitement.
     In preparation for the big party, Britt and I put up all of our Christmas decorations. Brightly wrapped presents sat under the fragrant evergreen tree, holiday music filled the air, and stockings hung from the mantle over a roaring fire. The table was set with red linen napkins, glowing candles, and-for the grown-ups-my best china. A crystal vase held festive evergreen sprigs and red berries. Place cards sat in front of each setting. Because the children absolutely adored their big sister and were thrilled by her attention, I placed Jen between them.
     Amid much fanfare, Jen and Shelby arrived, laden with Christmas presents for us which were placed under the tree to open after breakfast.
     I had spent hours planning the special meal. While the thick-cut bacon sizzled and the hazelnut coffee was brewing, I finished making my grandmother's recipe for Swedish pancakes and cooked them in a cast-iron skillet. At the same time, I was also making cheese omelets and toast from the bread that I had baked the day before. After I placed a big bowl of fresh fruit on the table, I opened a bottle of chilled champagne and made mimosas. For the babies, I fixed sippy cups of soy milk.
     As I hurriedly prepared the children's plastic plates by painstakingly cutting their food into tiny pieces, I called the family to the table. Britt lifted the children into their highchairs, and everybody took their seats. I carried the steaming plates to the table and sat down. I looked around the table at Britt, Flynn, Megan, Jen, and Shelby.
     "Merry Christmas!" I said in a joyful toast, lifting my glass.
     All of the grown-ups lifted their glasses in turn.
     "Kim, it's so wonderful of you to have invited us!" said Jen. "We always love spending time with you and the Munchkins."
     "This is our first holiday party in the new house," I said. "Let's all enjoy a relaxing meal!"
     As if on cue, and with the swiftness of liquid mercury, Flynn threw his fork across the table at Shelby. He then grabbed his plate of hot food, and with a naughty grin, tossed it like a Frisbee in my direction. The fresh fruit, pancakes, sticky maple syrup, and greasy bacon became airborne missiles, splattering me and everything else in their path.
     I gasped and stared wide-eyed as food dripped from my hair and the front of my blouse, as well as from the surrounding walls, the bay window, and the curtains. Flynn laughed, and pointed at me with glee.
     Before anybody could react, Megan picked up her plate and dumped her entire meal on top of her head. She casually discarded the plate and it hit the wood floor with a terrific clatter. Megan looked down at it and waved, "Bye, bye!" Turning to her big sister to share her Christmas glee, Megan reached for the bits of syrupy pancakes that were dripping down the front of her bib, and rubbed them onto the arm of Jen's cashmere sweater. "Here!" she told her, just before massaging the rest of the food into her wispy blonde hair and all over her face, giggling with amusement.
     As Britt and I jumped up from the table to clean the mess, I heard the lilting sound of Leann's laughter. My husband grabbed my hand and grinned at me, as if to say, these are the good times. He was right. I squeezed his hand and smiled back at him.
     That night, after I got ready for bed, I found the card that Leanne's mother had left for me-months before-inexplicably laying in my path on the bedroom floor. Dropping to my knees, I opened the card and read it again. I wondered if she was asking me to look after her beloved daughter...as one mother might to another? Or, perhaps, at that special time of year, she was acknowledging me for already having done so?
     I smiled, and held the card to my heart...imagining that I was gathering Flynn, Megan, Jen, and Leanne into a tight embrace. My life had become just as I always fantasized.

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Synchronicity

The Angelic Message

     I read Kim O'Neill's book, Discover Your Spiritual Destiny a few years ago. Regarding how our body/spirit derives its life-force energy, Kim explained that's it's made up of four different components, which she likened to batteries, batteries that we need to monitor and re-charge on a regular basis. The four batteries Kim talked about were our mental, physical, emotional, and spiritual energy. Kim talked about how these 'batteries' are drained and how to re-charge them, and explained that if even one of them is low, it affects us negatively.
     A couple of years later, I read Marie Osmond's memoir of her postpartum depression, My Journey Out of Post Partum Depression. Marie talked about identifying the same four components of energy! Through her struggles, she identified that for her health, she needed good mental, physical, emotional, and spiritual energy-the exact same four components! However, Marie used a chair as a metaphor, and talked about how those four components are like four legs of a chair-if even one is week or gone, the chair will fall.
     They both identified the same four key areas of our energy system, but in different ways! God's divine synchronicity in action, I thought, and His way of teaching so many individuals in so many different ways. Thinking about this really emphasized to me why there are so many different religions-there are so many different people to minister to, therefore requiring so many different ways of ministering or teaching, and that one way is not wrong or right, but just different.
     I marvel at this small example of synchronicity and at how marvelously divine it is that God got the same message out through different channels.

Peggy Price
Houston, TX

Quote of the Month

She had observed that it was from those who had never sailed stormy waters came the quickest and harshest judgments on bad seamanship in heavy seas.

Susan Glaspell
(1876-1948)
Best-selling novelist, Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright

Channeled Question of the Month

Dear Kim: I am in a relationship now with a nice man (he is 60) but I am not sure where this is heading. Do I need to move on?
Louisa T., 60, Houston, Texas

Dear Louisa:
The man in question came into your life to be a temporary companion. (A girl has to do something while she's waiting for Mr. Wonderful!) Your friend is very nice person, but you certainly are not madly in love with him, which you know. Enjoy the relationship for what it is, but be careful not to push for a commitment-like marriage; or, enter into a financial obligation with him like buying a home or going into business because that would not make you happy. You're not going to remain with this man long term, so don't do anything that will complicate matters when you want to break it off. By the way, Mr. Wonderful is coming in spring of 2009 to offer you a heart, mind, body, and soul relationship. So, why not continue to date your current boyfriend in the meantime, so long as you're enjoying his company?.

Profiles in Success

Kim, when we had our telephone session in August, you suggested I get rid of dairy and wheat products from my diet. I have done so and lost 12 pounds. I had my thyroid checkup today and my doctor was so proud of me for making a healthy decision to change my diet. He called me, "skinny." I haven't been 118 lbs since I was in my early twenties. I have dropped from a size 10 to a size 4 and am very happy about that. He did recommend that I not lose any more weight because it would make me look tired. We wouldn't want that to happen now, do we?

Remsey Nash, Austin, Texas

Guest Contributor

The Angelic Message

     Back in 2004, I was fortunate to be representing Florida in the USTA Senior Men's National Tennis Tournament in Palm Springs, California, along with my nine team mates. We played great tennis, had fun, and met numerous wonderful folks from around the country. Okay, we didn't win the big prize. However, the wonderful memories compensate; the people, the glamorous city, the clear desert air, and the mountains we ascended.
      Since I was so far west, I planned on visiting my younger brother, Bruce, and his family in San Francisco. Departing from the Palm Springs Airport was challenging. The flight was delayed from Los Angeles due to rain. The charming airport closed at 7:00pm. Ultimately, the flight did arrive and I was serendipitously seated in 1st Class from Los Angeles to San Francisco. No extra charge!
     It was in the pre-cell-phone days and hadn't been able to inform my brother of my whereabouts. The San Francisco Airport is the size of a small town. But two hours later, at 1:00am, I miraculously found him and was graciously hosted by my niece and her roommates in their delightful San Francisco apartment. Then my brother and his wife, Kathy, drove me to their home in the wine country. We stayed up another hour catching up on the lives of our children and families, which was a very exciting and long day. We finally all tucked ourselves into bed.
     As I was drifting off into sleep, my angels shared a little phrase with me to help in understanding life on Earth. A tiny bit of background: Rene Descartes, a French mathematician and philosopher (1596-1650) is credited with the famous phrase "I think therefore I AM." After an exciting week of traveling across country, competing in a tennis tournament, visiting with family, and staying up until 6:00am (my time), the angels whispered to me: "I love, therefore I AM."

Allan Pither, Gainesville, Florida

Blonde Moment

     The boss of a big company needed to call one of his employees about an urgent problem with one of the main computers. He dialed the employee's home number and was greeted with a child's whisper on the first ring.
     "Hello?"
     Feeling put out at the inconvenience of having to talk to a youngster, the boss asked, "Is your Daddy home?"
     "Yes," whispered the small voice.
     "May I talk with him?" the man asked.
     "No," the small voice whispered.
     "Is your Mommy there?"
     "Yes," came the answer.
     "May I talk with her?"
     "No."
     "Is there anyone there besides you?"
     "Yes," whispered the child. "A policeman."
     Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked, "May I speak with the policeman?"
     "No, he's busy," whispered the child.
     "Busy doing what?" asked the boss.
     "Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman."
     Growing concerned and worried as he heard what he thought was a helicopter, the boss asked, "What is that noise?"
     "A hello-copper," answered the small voice.
     "What is going on there?" asked the boss, now alarmed.
     "The search team just landed the hello-copper!" the small voice announced in an awed whisper.
     "Why are they there?" replied the boss, now very alarmed.
     "They're looking for me!" the young voice replied with a muffled giggle.

Lisa Seales   Dripping Spring, Texas

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 next month, wishing you all the best blessings!