Spiritual Sciences EMagazine

Issue: # 4

October 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! I've always loved October. I'm originally from Chicago, where, at this time of year, it's already quite cool and the multi-colored leaves are performing their swirling ballet as they gracefully fall from the trees. In Texas, where I live now, flowers remain in full bloom, and temperatures continue summer-like even as the days slowly begin to grow shorter. October is also my birthday month, and I love celebrating my special day; and, it is also the month in which I finally-joyfully-married my Mr. Wonderful.
     In last month's issue, I shared my family's experiences in the haunted townhouse. For our October spiritual adventure, I'm going to share 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 who was meant to join our family as an 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 I

    Although I was very grateful for all of my existing blessings, there was still one big important thing to manifest. My desire for it bubbled up unexpectedly a few months after my second child, Megan, was born; and, when it came, the passion to attain it exploded inside of me like the eruption of Mount Vesuvius...and it was just as impossible to ignore.
     For the first time in my life, I wanted to own a home with a yard where my children could play. I began to fantasize about a wooded property that would provide shade against the hot and humid Gulf coast summer, with a tree in the back to which we could anchor a big tree house. I visualized planting a flower garden, and growing vegetables that I could turn into homemade soup or a hearty stew.
     Britt voiced concern about all the added expenses and responsibilities a house would entail. Being mindful of our budget figured prominently after our first child, Flynn, was born. It was at that time that Britt became a stay-at-home dad, while I maintained my channeling practice to support the family.
     Although we had to make some financial adjustments with our lifestyle, it worked perfectly for us. Budgetary concerns notwithstanding, I argued that as long as we lived in the supernatural townhouse, we were paying off our landlord's mortgage. What's more, the townhouse only had a tiny patio, and soon the children were going to need a place where they could run and play in the fresh outdoors. I also submitted that if we put our minds together in a positive, consistent manner, we could manifest anything we chose!
     Always the practical one in our relationship, Britt believed that if we paid off our credit card debt, we could begin saving money for a substantial down payment. Naturally, I understood his logic, but I reasoned that the babies might be in college before we could get all of that accomplished! When he agreed to "cautiously give it some thought," I sprang into action by offering to do all the research into the real estate market.
     Considering myself on a mission, I endlessly thought about what I wanted, fully convinced that I could bring it to life. I started the mission by searching the Sunday paper and the Internet for all of the available properties that would meet our criteria. With my Type A tendencies, I figured that within a week or two we'd find the perfect house, with a fenced backyard, in a close-in neighborhood, with affordable taxes, and in a desirable school district. After all, I reasoned, we resided in the fourth largest city in the country and there just had to be hundreds of homes to choose from!
     Every weekend, like intrepid explorers, our minivan became real estate central. We set out with a cranky, impatient toddler and a four-month-old baby, armed with a fully stocked diaper bag, as well as numerous baby bottles, soy formula, water, juice, Cheerios, and jars of mashed fruits and vegetables. We'd leave early Saturday morning and spend the entire day on the road.
     Between feeding the babies, changing their diapers inside the van, and grabbing a quick lunch, we'd look at properties that continued to be far beyond our financial reach. My optimism turned into a desperate, futile longing. In the weeks that followed, I brought along dark chocolate and Tootsie Rolls that I could dig out during moments of despair as we drove...and drove...and drove.
     When we first started to search, I was inspired by the buoyant anticipation that fuels only the truly optimistic-or the truly wealthy-or the truly insane-when trying to acquire real estate. This period was the real estate boom and it was truly a seller's market. I was very disheartened to learn that, close to town, the best schools were often surrounded by the most expensive homes. So, we gradually expanded our search.
     True to form, Britt remained emotionally unflappable even after months of nonstop weekend forays. He simply could not understand the urgency of my resolute determination to find a house, and was utterly mystified by my sporadic tears of frustration and hopelessness. He kept reminding me that we weren't out on the street, and that our rented townhouse was serving us nicely...especially since we had come to terms with all of the spirits. He insisted that we would find the right house at the right time, while repeatedly reminding me to "bloom where you are."
     "But how?"I'd wail, week after week, month after month, as we'd travel from neighborhood to neighborhood. "The babies need a yard!" My husband calmly dealt with my bipolar-like mood swings. Every Friday afternoon I was bubbling with enthusiasm. "We're going to find our house this weekend! Let's go now! Look at all of these properties I found on the Internet-they're perfect for us!"
     Each Sunday afternoon, however, after spending countless hours searching miles of neighborhoods I didn't even know existed-and that weren't right for us-with two babies screaming and crying intermittently from their car seats, and a husband who didn't seem to care if we ever found a home, I was ready to throw myself in front of a moving freight train. Britt would lecture that I was being irrational, advising that I find a way to remain completely neutral during our home search. After all, he'd continually say, it's an adventure. Enjoy the journey. What we're looking for is just a building.
     "Just a building?"I'd always respond, in a snit over the fact that he could be so unemotional about finding a nest for our children. Was he nuts? What happened to Mr. Wonderful? How did I end up married to him, anyway? Then, while he remained silent, I'd mutter pessimistically all the way back to the townhouse.
     A few months later, on a sweltering Sunday afternoon in June, after we had exhausted our search for that weekend, I stared glumly from the dirty windows of the minivan. It was becoming apparent to me that we were never going to find a house.
     "Why does this have to be so hard?"I asked Britt tearfully, grabbing a bag of Tootsie Rolls.
     Before he could answer, my guardian angel, John Reid, materialized in the seat behind me. Megan gave him a toothless grin, and Flynn laughed, waved, and said, "Hi!" The angel warmly smiled at them before turning his attention to me.
"It doesn't have to be hard at all," John answered simply. "You're creating turmoil."
     "How am I doing that?" I asked, perturbed.
     "By giving the universe mixed messages."
     "I am not!" I insisted. "Why haven't you given us any help? Why don't you just tell us where to look?"
     "I have, but my words fall on deaf ears," John replied. Then, feigning tears: "I feel so alone...so unappreciated-"
     "How can you joke when you know I'm upset?"
     "I don't get in the way when you are making deliberate choices."
     "What are you talking about?" I asked him. "You think I want to be upset?"
     "I do," he nodded. "You've made that choice every Sunday for how many months...?"
     "Nothing is going right!" I complained. "And I've tried to be optimistic-but it doesn't seem to matter, regardless of how hard I try!"
     "Every Sunday afternoon, after the unproductive searching, you keep insisting that you will never find a house."
     "So?" I responded. "I always start out by being positive! Doesn't that count for anything?"
     "Yes, that's true," he conceded. "But when you don't get what you want in immediate time frames, you abruptly shift gears...and the universe listens to that."
     "I don't understand."
     "The universe remains completely neutral to the energy put forth. When your pendulum swings from one mindset to the other-"
.     "They cancel each other out?"
     "Yes," he confirmed. "You must become aware of all of the negative thoughts you have, and all of the negative statements you make. Every thought and every single utterance is followed by the universe as direction from you."
     "It is?"
     "For example, every time you repeat, 'we will never find a house,' the universe understands that you are asking for just that."
     "How can I remain positive when nothing is happening?"
     "There you go again!" said the angel.
     I furrowed my brow in confusion.
     "By saying, 'nothing is happening,' you are creating just that."
     "But I need to let off steam sometimes!"
     "No, you don't," John persisted. "When you 'let off steam,' you're actually having a spiritual tantrum, which creates more internal unhappiness and frustration. When you focus on negativity, you're breathing life into it...like adding fuel to the fire."
     "When I start to get depressed, it would help if Britt was willing to talk about my feelings...instead of just remaining silent."
     "You get upset with your husband because he refuses to get sucked into your quagmire of dysfunction. You are not going to bend him to your will. When you start to travel that road of negativity, he has to concentrate on tuning you out to remain positive. You do not make it easy for him. And when he remains neutral, which is very much to his credit, you call him names."
     "I do not!"
     "When he doesn't readily agree with your pessimistic assessments about the home search, you accuse him of being cold and unfeeling," said John.
     It was true. I stole a glance at my husband, to whom I was repeating the angelic conversation. He was looking at the road, trying not to grin.
     "You must express gratitude every day for everything you have...and will have," John advised.
     "But how can I express gratitude for the house I can't find?"
     John groaned, and began to hit the front of his forehead with his palm.
Flynn laughed and began to mimic him.
     "Okay," I said. "I didn't realize that I was sabotaging everything! Help me shift my negative thought patterns. Tell me what to do."
     "First," began the angel, "you must write down everything you want to accomplish."
     "Okay," I agreed. "I'll do it tonight."
     "Second, you must give thanks every day for everything you have, and everything you want to manifest."
     "I'm to give thanks for things I don't have yet...like I'm visualizing that I already have them?"
     "Now you're getting the picture."
     "Oh!" I exclaimed. "Then, no matter what happens, I should choose to remain positive? And if I do, I won't be unknowingly drawing any negative stuff to me...?"
     "I think you have the essence of what I'm trying to communicate."
     "Are you telling me that if I remain positive and optimistic, and have faith that I can manifest all my dreams, then the whole process will happen faster?"
     "When you aren't getting in the way," smiled John.
     I sighed deeply.
     "Ask John where we're going to find our house," suggested Britt softly.
     "Spring," quickly announced the angel.
     "What?" I responded. "But...Britt suggested that months ago! I thought he was joking!"
     The van remained uncharacteristically silent.
     "Is that why I keep hearing the song, Younger than Springtime? Is that why I keep seeing and hearing the word 'spring' everywhere? On bumper stickers, on the radio, in magazines-"
     "I attempted to share this information with you when you first began the search," lamented the angel. "But you kept insisting that you had to find a property close to the city."
     "Why didn't you just intuitively hit me over the head?"
     "I did," he said. "I believed that if I asked Britt to pass the information to you, it would have confirmed its importance. You ignored that, too."
     "Months have gone by!" I gasped. "Is the house still-"
     "No, it was recently sold" said John. "However, in the meantime, another-even more suitable-property has become available. I advise you to secure it quickly...it will not remain on the market very long."
     "But Spring is at least thirty miles from Houston...and way out in the country! Do they even have decent schools...or carry-out?"
     In unison, both John and my husband gave me looks that would curdle cream. My hand flew in front of my mouth. I was sabotaging things again! For me, having faith, while remaining positive and open to everything-and anything-was going to take practice!
      When I wrote my list of goals, I realized that I had never thought about a realtor. So, I put my new manifesting skills to work and focused on attracting the person who would understand our needs.
     The following Saturday, I had just finished conducting a How to Communicate With Your Angels workshop when a gal approached and handed me a business card. I looked at the card and was consumed with shivers. Beaty C. Lewis, Heritage Texas Properties. I shook her hand and just knew that we had been good friends in previous incarnations on the earthly plane. She was the one who was meant to help us! I had used the positive thinking skills that John had recommended...and they were starting to work! It was just the confirmation I needed. I asked her if she would be interested in assisting us find a home in Spring, and she indicated that she would be delighted.
     That Monday, I contacted her and described what we were looking for. She immediately faxed a number of MLS listings and we planned to meet the following weekend. I shared with her that Britt and I had always believed that we'd immediately recognize the property that we were meant to have because we were angelically directed; and, considering the fact that we were conducting the search with a baby and an impatient toddler, neither one of us wanted to waste time exploring a house that we didn't feel was right for us. The realtor seemed fully comfortable with our sensibilities.
     The very next Saturday, we drove north of the city to the small community of Spring to visit a number of properties. When we met in front of the first house, I couldn't believe how much more we were going to get for our money compared to what was available in neighborhoods closer to Houston. We reminded Beaty that we were going to trust in our intuitive feelings to make the day as productive as possible. She nodded her understanding.
     We approached house after house; and, once we'd walk through the front door, and I'd hear John say, not the one...we would look no further. It would have been a waste of time. Beaty would nod, and say, "Well, you're the psychic. If it doesn't feel right to you, then there's no reason to stay!"
     Although we didn't find the property that first day, I remained resolutely positive and optimistic, certain that we would...eventually. Beaty agreed to meet us the next day, on Sunday, so we could continue the search.
     After we waved goodbye to Beaty, Flynn and Megan were unusually quiet and content, so John suggested that we explore on our own, and investigate the listings that the realtor had scheduled for the following day. Using the MLS sheets as a map, we made our way to an older subdivision that had several homes for sale. Once again, I was astonished that these properties were in our price range.
     Large, two story brick homes were nestled among stately oak, pine, and magnolia trees. Multicolored flowers grew in profusion on the well-manicured, fenced lawns. As we slowly drove down each street, the residents who were in their yards gardening looked up from their work, and smiled and waved at us. People jogging with their dogs smiled and waved. Small children were roller skating and riding bicycles on the sidewalks.
     The neighborhood had fantastic energy; and, ironically, there was angel paraphernalia everywhere. We saw a number of quaint wooden angels standing in gardens, angel dolls sitting on bedroom window ledges, angel address signs hanging inside patio doorways, angel sculptures on mailboxes, and quite a few bumper stickers that read, "Caution! I brake for angels!"
     When we pulled to a curb to change the babies, two children approached with cups of icy lemonade from their stand, offering them to us-for free-because it was so hot and they thought we might be thirsty. I wondered if we had somehow transitioned back to the last century through a portal on the busy freeway? For a moment, I envisioned George Bailey from It's a Wonderful Life running down the street during the holidays shouting, "Merry Christmas, Kim and Britt! Merry Christmas!"
     We had just turned a corner onto the next street when Britt brought the minivan to a lurching halt, startling me. He gestured to a house on the corner. There was a For Sale sign in front. "This is it," he said simply.

Next month: Meeting the spirit who would become our adopted daughter.

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Synchronicity

     Two weeks ago, my family experienced Hurricane Ike. We live in the small community of Spring, which is about eighty miles north of the Gulf coast. As the storm approached, I asked my angels about what we might experience. They warned that we would sustain high winds and lots of rain, but that we would be okay. They were very adamant about us staying inside our home and riding out the storm. As we have dealt with the aftermath of this traumatic event, I have begun to understand why we were meant to stay. Firstly, if we had evacuated, there would have been no one there to react when the huge pine trees fell upon our home and created big gaping holes in our roof. During the height of the storm, in the blinding rain and howling wind, my husband was in the attic, desperately nailing plastic lawn bags around the holes to funnel the driving water into large garbage pails he had hurriedly assembled. When he came down out of the attic, we poked crude holes in the drywall ceilings where it was obvious water was collecting, and that prevented major flooding that would have destroyed our whole house. If we had not been there, we would have lost our home. For the next two weeks, as temperatures remained close to ninety degrees, we had no power or drinking water. My eight-year-old son Flynn told me, "Mama, now I know where the expression 'storm troopers' came from!" Almost half our home was gutted due to roof/water/mold damage. I was very upset with my angels for not helping us avert the damage to our home. They quickly reminded me that I had been trying to manifest a way to renovate our house; and, then, I realized that the storm damage was contained only to those areas I wanted to renovate, and that our insurance would provide the funds by which we could accomplish that!
     Besides the obvious inconveniences, as time wore on, I was really concerned about running my business. People were depending on me. So, I grabbed my husband's ancient laptop and drove to a Starbuck's, which was one of the few open businesses in the area. Evidently, everyone else had the same idea. I found a chair, plugged the computer into an outlet, and tried to WI FI. His computer would not cooperate. Under my breath, I said something to the effect of, "Oh, no! What am I going to do?" The man sitting next to me suddenly offered to help. I explained my predicament to the stranger and he tried to get my husband's laptop to work, but to no avail. He then told me that "I need to take a break anyway," and to my astonishment, he proceeded to place his expensive computer in front of me, and helped me get online to access my emails. I worked feverishly on his computer for over two hours; all the while, he drank coffee and calmly waited. When I got to a stopping place, I gestured to him and he trotted over and took the seat next to me. I thanked him profusely, wondering how I could repay his kindness and generosity. He asked about what I did as a profession. When I told him that I was a channel and wrote books, his eyes widened. His wife was writing a book, he explained, and she was clueless about how to go about getting it published. She had no one to ask and was in a real quandary. So, I spent close to an hour explaining what I had learned about the process, while making copious notes that he could share with her. I also offered him my phone number if his wife wanted to contact me directly. We both acknowledged the synchronicity!
     When the storm first occurred, I reacted by morphing into Susie Sunshine, optimistically reassuring my family that everything would be wonderful, that we'd be living an adventure like Little House on the Prairie, and that this would gave us an opportunity to spend time with each other that we couldn't have had otherwise. But by day fourteen, with no electricity or drinking water, I started to become very depressed. I really needed some sort of sign that our lives were going to be restored. While I was making oatmeal that morning on our patio over a tiny camp stove, swatting mosquitoes in the heat and humidity, my hubby approached and asked me to put out my hand. I wasn't in a mood to play games so I frowned. "Just do it!" he said. I closed my eyes and extended my open palm. "Be careful," he warned. When I opened my eyes, I couldn't believe what he had found. In the process of wading through storm debris, he had found a small piece of glass that had shattered...into the shape of a perfectly formed heart. He presented that to me as a symbol of his love and how we would prevail.

     I felt as though the universe had given me just the sign I needed.

Quote of the Month

Courage is being scared to death...and saddling up anyway.

John Wayne
(1907-1979 )
Actor

Channeled Question of the Month

Dear Kim: I was forced out of 15 years of retirement about three years ago due to divorce. I believe I've finally recovered from the pain and have moved on. But I feel like I'm floundering trying to find my direction. I can't figure out exactly what to do next with my life in terms of fulfillment and gainful employment. I have several serious health challenges I deal with daily and all my family members have passed over to the other side. What do you see in the future for me? Can you steer me in the right direction?
Paula P., 55, San Marcos, Texas

Dear Paula:
It's really difficult when the universe gives us a swift, sudden kick in the backside to maneuver us into another chapter of our lives! In regard to the divorce, you angels are telling me that you were not in love with your hubby and that you had reached a point of ongoing dissatisfaction with him because your needs were not being met...true?
    Therefore, the divorce was actually supposed to be a gift to you because you were staying in the marriage for financial reasons. By making that choice, you put a hold on all of your forward movement. Your angels waited for you to make better choices; and, when that didn't happen, they stepped in to tangibly push you into the new chapter of your life...while you were kicking and screaming the entire way. Welcome to the human race! Most folks resist transition, especially when it involves stepping up to the plate and taking new risks outside of our existing comfort zone. Let's talk about why your angels did all of that hard work on your behalf.
    This new chapter of your life will involve meeting a romantic soul mate next year, followed by a move to Arizona, and then getting into your life's work as an artist. You will ADORE your new life, and feel very proud of yourself that you kept putting one foot in front of the other and prevailed to make it happen! For now, the kind of temporary job your angels recommend involves working in event-planning or community relations with a company like Schlitterbahn Water Park. Before you turn up your nose, remember that this time in your life is all about taking a different path and getting outside of your comfort zone. You're going to delight in discovering just how multi-talented and creative you are. Plus, you have a wonderful personality and fabulous people skills. Your departed loved ones are watching over you and would love to communicate and provide the support and encouragement you need right now. Your health issues are going to heal, and you're going to feel younger than you have in many years. A holistic healer can help; email my office and I will give you some referrals. Get out there and start making a difference in your community. Only then will you feel truly satisfied.

Profiles in Success

     I always wanted to find Mr. Wonderful, but I was holding myself back. When I was finally in an open frame of mind, it happened. I met him July 2, 2007. I was 40.
     It was not all smooth, but I did not give up. I met him and we broke up 5 weeks later. I was DEVASTATED. We did not speak for almost 3 months. I was patient and we began to talk again. I knew that he was not ready for the full-blown relationship, but I had signs along the way that gave me hope. We got together for good in December, 2007. We are so in love and we make each other so happy. I know he is the one that I have been waiting for. FINALLY! It is really more than I ever hoped for. He treats me like a princess. I am so glad I did not settle. I could have-several times. The wait was hard. Sometimes the loneliness would almost suffocate me. There were no guarantees; but, along the way, I grew up. I am happy and I am able to make someone else happy. He will be a great dad and husband. I know that my guardian angels moved heaven and earth, and worked with his guardian angels to make it happen and I will always be so grateful.

A. B., Houston, Texas

Guest Contributor

Law of Attraction

Shared by Aubrey Benne

THOUGHTS:

Thoughts become things.
The law of attraction is always working, it is an ongoing process.
Don't think of what you don't want.
Change on what you are focusing on.
Like a magnet; Attract what you are feeling (conscious or unconscious)
The Universe is a physical manifestation of what you are thinking.
Your mind shapes your thoughts.
An affirmation thought is more powerful than a negative thought.
Thoughts and feelings are not on auto pilot.

THE CREATIVE PROCESS:

Ask: Write it down. Start with (I am so happy now that......)
Believe: Believing in the unseen - you don't know how, but it will come to you.
Receive: Begin to feel the way you would if you already had it.

Out of nothing, something will be made.
Take the first step in faith, you don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.
All that we are is the result of what we have thought.

GRATITUDE:

Be grateful every day of what you have.
Be in the attitude of gratitude.
What this power is I cannot say. All I know is that it exists.

VISUALIZE:

When you visualize then you materialize.
It should never be a chore.
Create a vision board.
Imagination is everything, it is the preview of life's coming attractions.
Joy is the best measure of success.
Whatever the mind of a man can conceive, it can achieve.

What are you going to do now? You are the designer of your Destiny.
Go out there and make it a Great Day!

Blonde Moment

An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief, finally asked him, "How do you expect to get into Heaven?" The boy thought it over and said, "Well...I'll run in and out, and in and out, and keep slamming the door until St. Peter says, "For Heaven sake, Dylan, come in or stay out!"

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!