Are Our Prayers Heard and Answered?

This article is actually an embellished version of the one in my book, Warrior Spirit Path of Medicine (Balboa Press).
If you wonder, if you don’t know, if you just don’t get that prayers DO get answered, then this is for you.
Every work day I would drive my young daughter 10 miles to a sitter or rather an older, loving couple, which is what I liked about them.

Pam & Larry were very much in love and had been for many years. Larry adored Pam and that fact was written on his face, in his voice, and in his eyes every time he looked at her. She felt the same for him and did all she could to make him happy. It was just her way and why I loved my daughter being with her. It’s what I wanted to give my baby girl but couldn’t because I had to work. My girl was happy there and that’s all that mattered.
But things change and after awhile I had to take her from there and place her elsewhere. We both had a hard time with that but there was nothing to be done.
A few years later I heard that Larry had passed. I tried to get hold of Pam but she was nowhere to be found. Their home had been sold and she had moved out of state and I didn’t know where.
A while after that, perhaps two years later, Larry came to me in a vision. I was asleep when just his face appeared to me out of a completely black background. He said, and I quote, “Tell Pammy it’s alright if she remarries.” Then he was gone and the force of his leaving brought me straight up off the bed.
I waited for two years to find Pam. I so wanted to give her Larry’s message and knew she needed to hear what he had to say but I couldn’t find her. Then, one evening I was doing an event at a friend’s house and a woman asked me if I was the woman who had the child her mother had watched for a while. I asked her what she was talking about and she said, “I believe my mother watched your child while you were working.” I was so excited and asked her if she was Pam’s daughter and she said she was. Pam had talked of her but we had never met.
I asked if her mom was okay and she said yes and was living in Florida. Then she gave me her phone number. I couldn’t wait to get home and even though it was about 10:00 at night I called Pam. When she picked up it was like we had never been apart for so long. We talked about everything and we both cried, so happy we were to have reconnected.
Then, when all was said, I took a deep breath and told her about Larry and the message he had for her.
She started to cry and said, “You have no idea. Everyday I’ve prayed and asked Larry if it would be okay for me to remarry. I live with a man who has asked me to marry him but I wouldn’t until I knew it was okay with Larry. This man has been so patient with me!”
I said, “well now you have your answer and can marry this man. But I just want to know why it took two years to find you to give you Larry’s message.” And she said something that made me understand that not only are our prayers answered – but the message is either delayed or not given until we are ready for the results. Pam said, “Because two years ago I wouldn’t have been able to hear it.”
Pam did marry the man with Larry’s blessing. End of story.

 

My Crazy Childhood

I was born the third child of seven in a middle class family. My mother got sick shortly after I was born so I was passed around various family members for four years along with my older brother and sister until she was well enough to come and be our mother again.

When she finally made it home I was a stranger to her, but she desperately wanted to get to know me and so tried to make up for the four years she was gone.  By that time, for me, it was too late.  I was damaged.  Insecure, shy, awkward and a geek was me.  My brothers and sisters were sane and crazy and full of laughter and fun and I just managed to tag along on their star trails as they flew through my universe.  How I wanted to be like them!

Sickly little me – I always seemed to be sick and because I never really knew who I was or that my mother wasn’t too busy to care for me, well, she actually was – when you have four babies (twins) inside of three years, she was crazy busy (she and dad wasted no time after she got home) so I never wanted to bother her when I got ill.  I devised ways to feel better which I guess set the stage for what I do now, all these years later, healing is my tradition and I teach it to others.

I don’t know what I’d have become if my mother wasn’t out of my life in my first four years of being on this earth.  I probably wouldn’t recognize myself!  My family was closely bonded and my dad worked three jobs to feed and clothe all of us.  I know he was tired but we never lacked for love in our home.  Mom was always sick so dad worked to pay hospital and doctor bills.  Still, she managed all seven of us and as my aunt would say, “you could eat off her floors!”

My older brother was a genius.  He taught himself to be an electrical engineer by reading books and always held a steady job in his field.  My sister Ann was gorgeous and so was married when she was 17.  The twins were crazy clean freaks and still are.  One never married and the other married a control freak and stayed with him til he died. Then she celebrated instead of mourned.

My two youngest brothers were real characters. When they were very young you never saw them standing up.  They were always on the ground beating the crap out of each other.  There was never a time that they were together that they weren’t wrestling or just plain beating the crap out of each other. We just ignored it cuz we couldn’t stop it.  My youngest brother Chris used to wear a white plastic mixing bowl on his head when he was about two years old because he wanted to be a soldier.  He carried around a wooden rifle (to this day we call him rifleman) and he’d shoot at all of us.

One day when all us kids were together, Chris walked into the room and asked, “Hey, where’s Hey?”  We just all looked at him like it was the first time we’d ever seen him. I guess none of us had ever paid enough attention to the fact that he called my other brother Joe, “Hey.”  Now Joe was the second youngest, the one that Chris always fought with and he was a character and is still to this day.  So my oldest brother Ralph, the instigator, asked Chris while pointing to Joe in the corner – Chris had missed him and came looking for him – and Ralph said to Chris, “Who is that?”  And Chris looked at Ralph like he was joking and trying to pull something over on him, and said, “That’s HEY!”  We couldn’t believe it.

Some background on this.  Joe was always in trouble so every time he would be doing something he shouldn’t, all of us would yell at him and it was always the same.  We never used his name “Joe” because it was easier to use another three letter word –  “Hey”.  Whenever any of us yelled at Joe we called him Hey.  Hey! Get out of there!!!  Hey! Stop that!!!  Hey! Beat it!!!  Hey! Put that down!!!!

So naturally Chris thought Joe’s name was Hey.  When Ralph asked Chris what that kid in the corner’s name was, Chris looked at him as though he were kidding and said, “That’s Hey!  When Ralph (and we were all incredulously cracking up) explained that Joe’s name was actually Joe we will never forget the look on Chris’ face to learn that Hey was Joe.  He even denied it and went to ask mom.

If you don’t find this funny then I guess you’d had to have been there.

The twins were just plain nuts. When they were very young they both sucked their thumbs and sat on the couch very early in the morning and bounced – actually rocked would be a better word – back and forth in a very synchronized move that had to be admired in its simplicity.  Then they’d begin to argue and as they argued they got loud. They got so loud that Ralph gave them the name the Claxon Twins after the fog horns on ships.

Chris played a few instruments like the trumpet and the guitar.  When he’d play the trumpet he’d always play it at 11:00 at night when we all went to try to sleep.  No one could sleep until Chris was finished playing his trumpet.  It got old.  Ann got upset one night because she was tired so she grabbed a lemon and went upstairs and sucked on the lemon until Chris stopped playing.  He couldn’t blow while watching Ann suck on a lemon.  That does actually work!!

One morning we played “Taps” to wake up the boys.  It was very early in the morning and they had kept everyone up really late with their carryings on.  So we got even with them by playing “Taps” very very loud at around 6 a.m.  That showed ’em!

These are just a few stories from when we were growing up in a large family. When I can think of more I’ll share them.  Thanks for listening (reading). Hope it wasn’t too long.

Tatoos

I’m not into body art.  I think the body is beautiful just as it is.  Apprenticing with a Cherokee medicine woman for many years one learns a thing or two about life and consequences of actions and thoughts.  For every action there is a re-action stands out in the case of tattoos.

Speaking to people about this gains insight into the teachings brought to my door as an apprentice.  Feedback is valuable and in the case of tattoos you may want to make a few notes.  While you may be attracted to this form of art, realize there are consequences.

We were taught as apprentices that every cell of the body is an intelligence.  I’ve witnessed this intelligence first-hand but that’s another article.  Every cell communicates and has intelligence.  So what happens when you apply permanent ink to your skin, which has the intelligence of millions of cells?

Before you get inked, consider carefully what you want to have reflected out from your body into the Universe.  For what you ink on your skin reflects and draws to you that which you put on it.  Don’t get a tattoo if you’re drunk.  Drinking alcohol and doing drugs opens you up to the lower world entities as it is and that’s dangerous enough without adding a tattoo without giving it some forethought.

Only put on your body what you wish to attract.  Stay away from confusion or confusing art forms.  Things like monsters and skulls may draw monsters and death.  Death is multi-faceted.  There are many ways to die.

One person with higher intelligence had a phoenix tattoo and said her life changed so much for the better after she had it done.  Fairies (the good kind) and butterflies are creatures of protection and change.  Celtic or other ethnic symbols of protection, abundance and love are advantageous.  Anything that reflects happiness, abundance, goodwill, joy and positive experiences are things to consider.

Of course, there are always people who challenge life and want adventure.  Good luck with that!  Tattoos are yourself reflecting back at you and drawing to you that which you put out into the world through the intelligence of your skin – the way you are seen by the world.  And the way the world sees you.  It is more than you think.  Tread this medium lightly. Think about the symbol(s) you put on your skin.

If you could see yourself through the eyes of the spirit you would see a gloriously shining aura around you.  Every cell lighting up into beams of light that radiate out many feet around us.  We are light-beings and it is an awesome sight!  That light represents the cells communicating.  The worlds that the cells communicate with.  The intelligence of ourselves.  We haven’t begun to fathom who we are because we don’t allow ourselves to see the totality of us in all our glory and awareness.

Be aware of your cells and their intelligence and avoid wearing something permanent on your skin unless you want it to bring you joy.  Just sayin’.