Thought I post this old blog entry regarding the Olympics in China. And the other old post makes a connection with the first one.
Love Makes The World Go Around
First before I get started if you come to New York City please don’t miss the Horse Show at the Museum of Natural History. Here is an excerpt from the website.
The sound is unmistakable: the thundering hooves of a running horse. Horses have been racing across the landscape for more than 50 million years—much longer than our own species has existed. But once horses and humans encountered each other, our two species became powerfully linked.
Humans domesticated horses some 6,000 years ago, and over time, we have created more than 200 breeds, from the powerful Clydesdale to the graceful Arabian. As we have shaped horses to suit our needs on battlefields, farms and elsewhere, these animals have shaped human history. They have also captured our imagination and hearts. Millions of people rely on horses as their spirited, dedicated,
much adored companions.….
I have decided to write a little something by yours truly. I hope not to bore you for too long. Did you all see the Olympics? If you did, then you had to see, those who dare to dream, those who dare to challenge the boundaries. All the Olympic Athletes were amazing. It was fun watching the Olympic games. In addition, to make our journey extra special, the NBC team opened a few doors so we could get some insight into the Chinese culture. The entire NBC team did a great job introducing “mysterious China” to the world.
I think mysteries are interesting, how about you?
If you are reading a book, watching a TV program or traveling to China to see the Olympics, seeking out the mysteries of the world allows us all to be explorers like Lewis and Clark, Ponce de Leon, Sir Francis Drake and Marco Polo. Let us not forget movie legend Indiana Jones who had us on the edge of our seats by searching for lost civilizations, ancient ruins, and giving us a few lessons about alchemy and sacred writings to boot. Which brings me to the mysterious topic at hand, are you a seer, psychic or soothsayer? The answer is, yes I am. And I bet this has happened to you from time to time.
Ann Curry Interviews His Holiness The Dalai Lama
You will start on one road and for some reason taking another road seems like a bettter idea. Many people believe that your “Intuition” is kicking into gear. Telling you which path to choose. Well that happens to me all the time and sometimes I have dreams that will give me a glimpse of the future. Yes (like you) I can be heading down one road and then get “this feeling” that something is guiding me to choose another one. In addition, my love and empathy for others is the extra something that works as catalyst to make all this happen. There are always signs along the way to help us all on our journeys and all you have to do is listen to your heart.
No. I do not have a crystal ball and I play cards just for fun. Moreover, the idea of seeing dead people every waking hour just freaks me out. Thank goodness, that is something I do not experience.
Usually I will not talk about my gift but I know many people are interested. So, I guess you can say that psychic abilities would fall under the category of strange, weird and mysterious
First off, I am not criticizing anyone when I tell you; the commercialization of being a psychic is not something I support. You can make money in psychic jobs however; I believe people should share their gift without making a profit. There are many fakes out there so be careful how you spend your money. When someone has the psychic gift, they can reveal the truth or the future and you do not need to use anything external like cards or crystal balls to make predictions.
Not all psychics’ are the same and I admit it is fascinating to watch how we are invoked in such a mysterious, eerie and unearthly way in major motion pictures or TV shows but let me reassure you I do not have these movie – like dreams of crime dramas playing in my head. That is just overblown. But it does come in handy when I encounter the bad guy or girl.
Psychics have been around for thousands of years and even though they were taken very seriously in the ancient world, today psychics have been reduced to being portrayed as spooky fortunetellers at a carnival or commercialized with such folly that you can reach them by dialing a hotline, which I find very funny. Laughing
As for me, you might say I am the pathfinder in my family who leads the way through “intuition” spiritual wisdom and universal truth. Wow! That sure is a mouth full, is it not? Laughing…
Hey as you can see I am long gone and get carried away sometimes. Nevertheless, this is not hype or another piece of theater. You know, it really is awesome that I live in a multicultural country where people from different ethnicities interact and respect and embrace one another’s culture. If everybody would be willing to take a chance to learn about other cultures, the world would be better for it. Taking the chance and stepping outside the box to learn about other people is crucial for global understanding.
No doubt, it sure does help me see things from a different perspective and learn from it.
And that is one reason I love music so much. It has an “universal theme” that everyone can share and we can all relate to each other. I think it is amazing how songs become magical and personal for us. Honestly, what would we mere players do without music in our lives? Indeed, “music is life so play on” and hold it close to your heart like a sweet kiss. On that note, this will be the last time I talk about having the psychic gift. I know many people are skeptical. If you do not believe, that is okay. I leave with this boring rant about the mysteries of the world with a favorite quote.
Oh and one more thing, after eating Chinese food I always ask for my fortune cookie because it is fun. No, I am not kidding, you are getting something that is unique and delicious so try one you might like it. My friend is a chocoholic and her boyfriend sent her a variety of yummy dark, milk and white chocolate fortune cookies for Valentines Day. Again, I must give thanks to the awesome coverage by the NBC team while watching the Olympics I found out that the fortune cookie originated in Japan.
Hey, Love Makes The World Go Round..
Finally, here is something that I posted about prayer some time ago that I will like to share with you.
Praying is not a mystery to me because I do it every day of my life. If it is to you, I hope you find what I wrote interesting.
Prayer the Universal Language of Love
Okay, let me say, that I think prayer is also universal no matter what religion you practice. My mom died when I was a little girl and one of my treasured memories of my mother was when she would pray with me at bedtime. Then she would tuck me into bed and read a story or sing until I fell asleep.
There is nothing more challenging in life than raising a child. I think it is the hardest job on the planet. If you say, bedtime prayers with your child as my mom did with me. You will be amazed how quickly your child will be saying them with you.
I think it is okay to reassure your child to pray if they are in a difficult situation in their life. Praying for your family everyday and giving thanks for your blessings is good. I also think it is important to take your child to church/temple (whatever religion you practice) as early as possible and here are the reasons why.
Experiencing the power of prayer is an attitude of heart and mind. Therefore, sharing prayer with others can be very powerful and unifying. It gives us all (adults and children) a chance to feel connected. It makes us feel that we are all part of one another. Regardless of your beliefs, prayer is the connection to the light inside of us.
With the power of prayer comes, love, peace, healing and enlightenment. Prayer is part of the universal language of love that can open the door to all possibilities. Keep the faith. Love Shelley
I also posted another old post from a different website ( just below) if you’re interested.
Again I wrote a few years ago about Life, Death and Fate.
Good Afternoon Dearhearts,
The other night I was watching the Barbara Walters special with Patrick Swayze. During the interview, he spoke about love, life, spirituality and his battle with cancer. Therefore, I wanted to continue the conversation here and maybe together we can find some answers to the mysteries of life, love and death.
(One Last Dance is an romantic movie, released in 2003. It was directed by Lisa Niemi wife of actor Patrick Swayze. The movie starred both Swayze and Niemi)
Okay I will continue the conversation with the following three photos. When I first arrived on myspace, I posted three family photos. I think a lot of you probably were scratching your heads wondering why I chose those particular photos. Well, I think this is the good time to explain why. However, allow me to preface my explanation with this tidbit of information. My family is extremely private. Therefore, I am lucky to be able to post any photos on such popular public forum such as myspace. Well, I have been thinking a lot about my maternal grandmother lately. She was born in 1909 and lived a long life. I remember when I was a teenager a few people (who were friends of the family) approached my grandmother about writing her life story and she certainly had an amazing life. However, the answer was always the same “thank you but no, thanks “The money from such a venture would never be a reason to continue. In my family, we shy away from materialism so the money would not have persuaded her. Although, conscience worth and helping others are important to us.
If you go back to the days of my grandparent’s romance, you can definitely say they were soul mates. When my grandfather died, she never recovered from his death. Sure, to meet her you would think everything was okay. Her smile would light any room. However, inside there was a deep sadness of loss that would never be conquered until the time when they would once again be reunited. I believe my grandparents love remains strong because their strength of character and unconditional love for each another and will continue to be part of my family’s legacy.
“One sees clearly only with the heart” – quote, the little prince.
I wish you could have met my maternal grandmother Esther. She was about five feet tall and almost everyone in the family towered over her. As a child, she would fall ill to polio and with determination made a full recovery. She almost lost the use of her legs. That is definitely one reason she always walked everywhere during her daily travels. My grandmother’s parents were Jews from Russia and Latvia. She was born in Ohio and was the third oldest of seven siblings. My grandmother sang lullabies to me in several different languages when I was a child.
She was a mother who took care of all our needs. I was extremely close to my grandmother. She was smart, kind, generous, shy, loving and funny. I still remember those early mornings when she would wake us up with breakfast. She was devoted to her family and by her example of selflessness and sacrifice I learned the meanings of love, forgiveness and patience. I am grateful for every minute I spent with her.
Anyway, I can talk about her forever but let us get back to those photos. I chose these photos because they are symbols of beginnings and loss.
Here is my uncle Matthew David all grown up wearing his football uniform..
This first photo shows my grandmother Esther, my mom and Uncle Matthew David (his nickname was Matty) I posted this one because it was a family favorite. (My mom was the oldest) This was when my grandfather was in the thralls of fame and fortune. Their family was growing and life was good.
Actually, my grandparents, Orville and Esther Jones were blessed to have four children, my mother, uncle Orville Jr and his twin sister Lana, and Uncle Matthew. My Aunt Lana died when she was two years old.
The second photo is a favorite of mine because I have many photos in my home. Nevertheless, for some reason whenever a new friend comes to my home this one perks their interest. They pick up this photo and ask, is this you? when you were a child? That is when I smile and say, no that is my mom. They look at the photo again and at me like I was not telling the truth. Laughs.
Anyway, this photo makes me happy because of that connection I have with my mother. Also in the photo, my mother is the same age I was when she died.
The third and last photo. First let me say, I believe we are all born with “gifts” to share. In my case, I was born with the psychic gift. Now, what I am about to tell you is something very private. This was one of my first psychic experiences related to death.
I cannot believe I am telling you all this but here goes. My grandmother gave me my first puppy when I was a little girl. One day, I was sitting with my puppy and playing with him. Then all of sudden I picked him up and held him close and started crying.
My grandmother came over to comfort me and asked what was wrong? I just kept crying and saying I did not want my puppy to die. She reassured me that nothing bad was going to happen. That weekend we all went on a family trip, there was an accident, and my puppy died. I wasn’t there when the my puppy died. Someone in my family asked me if they could play with him and there was an accident.
For the next couple of weeks I did not talk to anyone. After school, I would stay in my room quietly playing but refuse to talk or see any friends. When a friend would visit sometimes, I would start to talk and then the tears would come. Eventually, I would get over what had happened and learned from the experience. However, I also wanted to share this story with you for another reason. To explain that as a psychic I do not like to share visions of death because they are very powerful. With a psychic gift comes a great responsibility that I take very seriously I am sure you can understand.
Okay, back to the third photo of my Uncle Orville Jr., and me. Oh and I want you to know my mother and her brother Orville were very close growing up. Anyway, my Uncle was in the Navy and was living overseas for a while. One day, my grandmother came to me and said you are going to meet your uncle.
Soon after, he came home, and everyone was celebrating his return. In addition, because my Uncle was away from the states for so long he wanted to see the sights. Therefore, he went sightseeing and took me along for the fun. Even though I was so young, I clearly remember us stopping in a store that had an old-fashioned photo booth. You know the kind with one seat and a curtain at the entrance. It only took b/w photos but for a small sum of money, you could have a fun cool Polaroid keepsake.
My uncle and I walked in and he told me we were going to take a photo. Next thing, I knew we were inside the photo booth with me sitting on his lap. He kept telling me to sit still and focus on the panel light so we could take the photo. Well, I was just amused by this and in a mischievous mood so I started to giggle and move around even more. He had patience and tried with a gentle voice to stop me from giggling and looking around. Then he finally held me close and whispered something to me. I finally gave in and we took the photo. After the photos were finished, he said it was time to go home because grandma was cooking dinner. Just as we were leaving, a woman came out of nowhere and stopped us. She looked at me and told my uncle that I was a pretty girl. My uncle graciously said, thank you. The woman then replied, is she your daughter.
That is when my uncle (who was holding my hand) looked down at me, smiled and said, no, she is my niece. I remember looking back at him and seeing the love in his eyes. I think my little heart was ready to burst. The woman went on to say how much we looked alike. Then we left and went home.
Years later, as fate would have it, when my mother died he took on the role of parent. He joined with my grandparents and my dad to raise me. My uncle had many opportunities to marry but he never did. He never had any children either. As far as he was concerned, I was his daughter. I could not have had a better mentor or parent. I mean we talked about everything, life, art, love, politics, family, music, religion. We could spend hours just talking and laughing about everything. My Uncle was just a regular Joe who wore jeans and t-shirts usually. He loved his family more than anything on the planet especially his mother and we loved him right back. Any mother, sister, wife or daughter would be proud of him.
Of course amongst our many conversations was the topic of psychic experiences. Especially, when he found out about my psychic ability, he tried to read about the subject so to be better informed. Therefore, names like Edgar Cayce would pop up during our chats. As years went by, our communication with one another never ceased. As our lives took us on different paths, we remained close.
Then one day, it happened. I got up and started my day as usual preparing to go to work. However, I felt something was wrong. I remember standing in the hallway of my home trying not to think about it. But the feeling of dread would not go away. All day, I could not focus on anything else but my uncle. Yes, without an ounce of doubt I knew he was going to die.
That evening I went home, and thought about what to do or say. I wanted to go to see him but that was not possible at the time. Therefore, I picked up the phone and we started to talk as we always did. However, he knew that by the sound of my voice there was something wrong. He asked do you have something to tell me. You do not sound good. I could not form the words to speak. Then I told him about my vision of his death. I could tell he was shaken by my prediction but tried to laugh it off. He said, he was in good health and I should not worry. That is when I cried and started thinking to myself why I had to be the one to tell him. Why me? Why did it have to be? Once again, he reassured me everything was okay.
About a week or so later, he woke up in the middle of the night. He had trouble breathing so they rushed him to the hospital. In a couple of months, he was dead of an advanced form of lung cancer that he never knew he had.
On the day of his funeral, I remember walking in this big room with many people talking. I am sure people tried to talk to me as I walked in but don’t remember.
Then I walked over where my Uncle was resting and held his hand. And as I stood there I thought about the day we were standing in that store and he was holding my hand and looking down at me. I smiled and knew the answer to my question, why I had to be the one to tell him about his death.
To me, the answer was clear I had to be the one because “I loved him so very much and always will.
Yes, there are many unanswered questions about fate, life and death. However, I think my story reveals a spiritual connection that might ease fears everyone has from time to time. One more thing, as you all know by now my uncle and I had a kind of special connection that went beyond anything that I discussed here, it felt as though we shared things from the past too. I always sensed that we had known each other in another lifetime. I know a lot of you probably felt the same way about someone at one time.
People always ask, have we lived before? Shall we live again?
My guess is, the universe is conspiring to help us find the answers. And very often, what we seek is right in front of us. Love Shelley
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Read my recent post at the Deepest Red Blog about a recent psychic experience.
More photos of China..