Posts Tagged ‘Spirit’

It was like bringing Christmas to Ethiopians.


For the past two months, I’ve been saying to Tony that I want a puppy—preferably a chocolate lab. We decided that if we were to get one, we’d wait until I was done with school this term so I’d have more time to take care of it.

As spirit would have it, when I came home from class last night there was the cutest little puppy lying on my living room floor!

Jeff, mine and Tony’s roommate, knew I wanted a puppy so when our neighbors offered to give her to us for free, he said he would wait and see if I wanted her.

Well, duh! Just look at her! She’s friggin’ adorable!

“It was like bringing Christmas to Ethiopians.” That was Jeff’s way of describing my reaction to seeing the puppy. Oh, man. My heart just melted when I saw her!

Our upstairs neighbors found her abandoned, infested with fleas, covered in dirt and with crud in her ears. They rescued her and brought her to the animal shelter to be cleaned. The shelter workers told my neighbors that if the puppy was to stay at the shelter, they would have to put her down, so they took her home.

We know nothing about her but we think she’s part lab and we think she’s about five or six months old.

I had the hardest time trying to figure out what to name her. I tried several names to see her reaction: Olivia, Anna, Emily. Nothing. No reaction. Then I tried Eva. Her head jumped right up and her tail started wagging. Eva is Hebrew for “giver of life.” With her given circumstances, I think it’s very fitting.

Eva is the newest member of my family. She’s sweet, cuddly and incredibly rambunctious. But I love her!

Me: “It fills the void of not having a baby.”
Tony: “I didn’t know there was a void.”
Me: “I figured it was best I didn’t tell you.”

He and Me


“You’re my distance, destination of choice
I’d give anything just to hear your voice
I could’ve passed you on the street
Without saying a word
Most times I miss the voice
That goes unheard

What if I missed you
You got caught in the sun
What if I did something
Never to be undone”
            -Course of Nature, “Caught In the Sun,” Superkala, 2002

Tony and I have only been together for four months on May 29th. It seems like we’ve known each other forever which is why it seemed only natural for us to move in together after only knowing each other for two months. And that’s why it doesn’t feel weird that tomorrow we will be getting a family-share cell phone plan together.

He makes me happier than any guy I’ve ever dated. He is sweet, but not always. He is supportive, fun, and gets my lame sense humor even if he doesn’t find it funny. He’s dorky, adorable and incredibly sexy. We are good for each other, and we connect mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually.

There are a lot of weird things that tell me Tony and I should be together—other than my psychic, Shirley Janney, saying we are soul mates and were together in a past life.

  • I am from Rochester, New Hampshire and Tony is from Portsmouth, New Hampshire. It is a short 30 minute drive from my house to his. Tony was actually born in Rochester.
  • One of Tony’s elementary school best friends was Gary. I dated Gary as a freshman in college for about a month. Gary and I decided that we were better off as friends and grew to be best friends for several years.
  • Tony went to high school with the only guy I was ever in a serious, long-term relationship with. Tony’s father knows my ex-boyfriend’s family. Both families are from Portsmouth.
  • Tony and I both moved to Savannah because we love this town and hate the cold, snowy, New England winters.

Before, I would say that all of these strange occurrences are just a coincidence. But as my dear friend Murray Silver would say, “Nothing is coincidence.” Everything happens for a reason. With all of the common people we both know, we could have met in New Hampshire. But we didn’t. It took us both moving 1,100 miles away from home to find each other. And that’s how spirit works.

In the past four months, Tony and I have only spent a handful of nights apart. He’s leaving on Thursday morning to go back to Portsmouth for five days. It makes me sick thinking about being away from him, and it makes me sicker thinking about how pathetic I am.

I can’t help but think . . .


. . . That’s how spirit works every time I find myself in a bad situation and the outcome is in my favor.

Last night, Tony and I went to the Relay for Life at Atlantic Armstrong State University. The company I’m interning at, Georgia Heritage Federal Credit Union, participates in several charity events, and our team is in 3rd for money raised with this year’s Relay for Life.

We left around midnight. As I was driving North on Abercorn Street at 50 mph, I began to notice a figure of a person in the middle of the street. I started slowing down as I thought he was just crossing the road.

No. The man stopped in my lane while I was still going about 37 mph, looking straight at me and pointing at me to get into the lane to my left.

I freaked out. I slammed on my breaks and swerved to my left to avoid hitting this deranged man wearing pants and a hospital gown. Then I freaked out even more as I realized I didn’t look to see if there was even another car to my left before I switched lanes.

I pulled over and had Tony drive us the rest of the way home.

I thought about how lucky I was that I didn’t kill this man who looked as if he just escaped from the mental ward. I thought about how lucky I was that I didn’t crash into a car while trying to avoid hitting the man. I thought, that’s how spirit works. Then I thought about how I’m a horrible person for not calling 911.

I didn’t kill this man, but I also didn’t do anything to help him. Spirit saved us all last night. Now I’m waiting to see what karma will do to me for not helping.

Try not to die the wrong way, please.


When I moved to Savannah in March 2009, I had never visited. I could tell from pictures I found online that Savannah is where I needed to live and that SCAD was the college I needed to attend. I knew this in my heart, but when people asked, I couldn’t verbally justify my reasoning.

I instantly felt more at home here in Savannah than I ever felt anywhere else in my entire life. My spirit guided me here. Whether you believe it or not, my spirit knew I had to be here. Now that I’m beginning to get in touch with my spirit, I’m starting to figure out why.

Up until recently, I didn’t know the difference between a spirit and a ghost. I used the term interchangeably. But the two words are not the same.

As I said in my last post, we are all born with spirits. It is what guides us to do things. When a person dies the right way, their spirit will remain on Earth but in the spirit dimension. When a person dies the wrong way, then their spirit takes the form of a ghost. A ghost will appear as it did in the life it just died from, and is stuck in time and place looking for answers.

Right ways to die:

  • Natural causes
  • The sense of a fulfilled life

Wrong ways to die:

  • Suicide
  • Murder
  • War
  • Freak accident

 

Here’s a tip: never commit suicide (obviously). Most people do it because they think it will solve the problems of their miserable lives. Wrong! Your ghost will completely forget about why you killed yourself in the first place, and you’ll forever be trying to figure it out.

That’s how spirit works


So I didn’t go on a ghost hunt with Murray last night. I suppose that was for the best seeing as how I spent five hours starting and finishing a project that is due on Tuesday. Murray would say that’s how spirit works. I should have been doing homework instead of searching for ghosts.

I’m trying to figure out what I believe to be true and what I believe to be false. I believe that we all have spirits. I also believe that our spirit never dies, just our body. I believe that we are able to communicate with the spirits in other dimensions. And I believe that our spirits are reincarnated multiple times.

What I don’t yet understand is that if the spirit is constantly reincarnated, then how can we continue to communicate with it?  

Shirley Janney told me that my grandmother—my mum’s mother who died about 35 years ago—was standing next to me in Shirley’s office. She told me things about my grandmother that, never having met the woman, I couldn’t confirm to be fact or fiction. But when I told my mum, she said those things were true.

Among several other things, Shirley also told me that in a past life I lived in Savannah during the 1700s. She and Murray both told me that I need to learn how to channel this past life and write about it.

My first step will be to go to the Savannah Historical Society and look for letters written by a female in the 18th Century. Shirley has helped Murray connect with one of his past lives and Murray said his spirit knew right away—Shirley was just a confirmation. He said I’ll know the woman I was in my past life if I’m lucky enough to find her.

Changes


Lately, I haven’t:

  • Posted a blog. It’s been nearly a week since my last entry.
  • Been able to remember my dreams. I’ve been so busy, I just don’t care anymore.
  • Been able to focus on school.

 

Lately, I have:

  • Made friends with a best selling author who also happens to know a butt-load of famous people.

  

  • Been in contact with spirit.
  • Met one of the world’s best psychics.
  • Found out I lived in countryside-Savannah in the 18th Century in a big Victorian house with a large front porch, my husband—whom I had nine children with—made good money and traveled often, I was a writer and a poet and I often spent a lot of time on the front porch writing my husband letters
  • Found out that Tony and I were together in past life.
  • Spoke with my grandmother who died fifteen years before I was born.
  • Seen dozens of photographs of ghosts and spirits.

 

My blog is going to change topics. It needs to change topics. My dreams are longer the most important thing to help me find myself.

Within the next few days I will revamp my blog and it will focus on my journey to enlightenment. Everything happens for a reason, and I’m going to find out that reason. The body is the vehicle for spirit. This blog will be your vehicle to mine.

          

After I post this entry, I’m going to call my new friend, Murray Silver. I’m supposed to be going on a ghost hunt tonight with him and two others.