You see something flash in the corner of your eye. You look, but there isn't anything there. Was it your imagination? Well, it's possible. There could also be another explanation for it as well.
It could be that you saw an actual spirit in your peripheral vision. It could've been light energy hovering in your space. In fact, there are so many possibilities that the list can be a little overwhelming. Perhaps it's a ghost, either a haunt that plays over and over again, frozen in time. On the other hand, some ghosts haunt intelligently, meaning that they are more of the poltergeist type and they want to be seen and heard. The white flash you saw could also have been your guardian angel or spirit guide, letting you know that they're still around when times get tough.
Whatever it is, don't just be so quick to always rationalize it as being your imagination or tricks of the eye. You'd be surprised at the numerous beings who are constantly around us, watching us and protecting us, and sometimes just plain with us.
If you notice these little "flashes of light" often and have other strange occurences going on in your home, there's a chance that you're being contacted from the other side. Try saying a simple hello next time and just see what happens. Be open to more than just what you can see and touch and chances are that you'll learn something.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Your Intuition
Have you ever been late for something, driving 90 miles an hour, when all of a sudden you get the feeling that you should slow down, only to find out a few minutes later that a cop is sitting on the side of the road a few miles ahead? You would've gotten that ticket if something inside hadn't warned you to take your foot off of the gas a little bit. Right? This is a little something known as intuition, or your gut instinct.
There have been several automobile accidents in my past two years and both times, I "knew" that they would happen before they even did. I didn't know how exactly or where, just that they would. I had a feeling, a "hunch" if you will. I didn't listen to that feeling, obviously, but somehow, I just sensed them.
Intuition, according to Webster's New World Dictionary is:
the immediate knowing of something without the conscious use of reasoning...
Well, I knew. I didn't have to think about it either. Many other occurences like these happen to me on a smaller scale all the time. Sometimes I realize them and sometimes I don't. It's being able to fine-tune your ability to go with your "gut" that counts and that is something that I am still learning even now. So, pay attention to your feelings and learn to listen to the small, still voice inside that tries to guide you and will guide you if you let it. This is the most precious part of us all.
"Intuition is a spiritual faculty and does not explain, but simply points the way." ~ Florence Scovel Shinn, American Artist
There have been several automobile accidents in my past two years and both times, I "knew" that they would happen before they even did. I didn't know how exactly or where, just that they would. I had a feeling, a "hunch" if you will. I didn't listen to that feeling, obviously, but somehow, I just sensed them.
Intuition, according to Webster's New World Dictionary is:
the immediate knowing of something without the conscious use of reasoning...
Well, I knew. I didn't have to think about it either. Many other occurences like these happen to me on a smaller scale all the time. Sometimes I realize them and sometimes I don't. It's being able to fine-tune your ability to go with your "gut" that counts and that is something that I am still learning even now. So, pay attention to your feelings and learn to listen to the small, still voice inside that tries to guide you and will guide you if you let it. This is the most precious part of us all.
"Intuition is a spiritual faculty and does not explain, but simply points the way." ~ Florence Scovel Shinn, American Artist
A Moment of Serendipity
A Moment of Serendipity, by: Amber McNally
I went down by the waterfall,
to wash my tired feet.
I tried to find a little nook
for me to sit and eat.
Instead I found a flower.
It was as purple as could be.
I put it in my hair and then
I took it home with me.
The flower filled my home
with joy and sweetened merriment.
I knew that little flower must be
surely heaven-sent.
That night a weary traveler,
came trudging past my door.
She had a look so painful
as I'd never seen before.
I offered her some lodgings and
a place to rest her head.
I fed her stew and simmered tea
and sent her off to bed.
Next day when she was leaving,
the woman looked at me.
She thanked me and she hugged me
and then turned around to leave.
While walking out the door she turned
and softly said to me,
"the flower that you picked
before is now a wish for thee.
So make your wish
and make it well,
for it is only one.
You have to make your wish
today before the setting sun."
She must've been an angel,
this woman I did meet.
For only angels come disguised
like beggars in the street.
And later when the sun did set,
I boldly made my wish.
I wished for flowers everywhere,
just like the one I picked.
Copyright of this poem belongs solely to Amber Maria McNally and may only be used with author's permission
I went down by the waterfall,
to wash my tired feet.
I tried to find a little nook
for me to sit and eat.
Instead I found a flower.
It was as purple as could be.
I put it in my hair and then
I took it home with me.
The flower filled my home
with joy and sweetened merriment.
I knew that little flower must be
surely heaven-sent.
That night a weary traveler,
came trudging past my door.
She had a look so painful
as I'd never seen before.
I offered her some lodgings and
a place to rest her head.
I fed her stew and simmered tea
and sent her off to bed.
Next day when she was leaving,
the woman looked at me.
She thanked me and she hugged me
and then turned around to leave.
While walking out the door she turned
and softly said to me,
"the flower that you picked
before is now a wish for thee.
So make your wish
and make it well,
for it is only one.
You have to make your wish
today before the setting sun."
She must've been an angel,
this woman I did meet.
For only angels come disguised
like beggars in the street.
And later when the sun did set,
I boldly made my wish.
I wished for flowers everywhere,
just like the one I picked.
Copyright of this poem belongs solely to Amber Maria McNally and may only be used with author's permission
For Clarity
I wanted to clear some things up for anyone who might be wondering about what I do and how I do it. There have been some questions and this is understandable.
First things first. Let me be clear about this for anyone who has misunderstood. I do NOT charge anything for my readings with people and I don't expect anything in return. It is a privilege for me to practice and to help others by what I do. I never plan to either.
When someone asks me to read for them, this is what they get:
I tell them to bring me an object (ring, sweater, brush, photo) of someone who has passed on that they want me to connect with. I have to be surrounded by complete silence. I elevate my vibrational levels with deep breathing and concentration as I hold the object or photo. With a notepad or recorder, I list all of the things that I see, hear, taste, feel, smell, sense. Sometimes it's more, sometimes it's less. And sometimes, though it has only happened once or twice, I am not really able to connect much at all. It's like a fading signal on a cell phone.
I also like to be alone when I do this and then share the results with the person afterward. This helps me to not feel so "watched" as I connect with the spirit. Sometimes I get just basic information about the person from the energy left on the object and sometimes I "link" with the deceased individual and they have a message.
There is no set time for the reading. When I'm done, I'm done.
I cannot tell you what you ate for lunch or tell you what man you'll marry next year. I am NOT Sylvia Browne....haha. What I do is much different and I cannot control what I receive and what I don't receive...........yet. :)
If you have a specific question for your departed loved one, I may be able to get an answer and I may not. Some things I say may make no sense at all at the time, but later you may realize what it meant and that's ok.......or you may not and that's ok too. It happens.
I never guarantee that I'll be able to do anything. But, I will say that in all of the readings I've ever done, I've been right about something in all of them.
Also, I'm not good with names, so I cannot tell you the name of your departed. I allow you to tell me their name and that is all. I DO NOT want to be told anything else about the deceased person except for their name.
I also tell the truth, however hard it may be sometimes. I am only the channel that these spirits use to communicate and I say whatever they ask me to say, even though it may upset you.
I will also come to your home if you think that you are being haunted by something unseen. I will do a walk-through and tell you what I sense, if anything, and we will go from there. I can also do a mini-investigation if necessary (take photos, try to record some EVP's, etc.) and I will try to cleanse the home ,if warranted, by asking the spirits or entities to leave and by using some dried, burning sage leaves, prayers, and/or blessed oil. You can also cleanse yourself of negative energy by running a bath of lukewarm water and adding pure sea salt to the water and let yourself soak in it from head to toe.
Let me also say that I am still in the process of learning about all of this and opportunities to practice and become more in-tune are really very important to me. Don't hesitate to call me or email me about anything you may have questions about or if you want me to help in any way. And if I don't know the answer, we'll deal with it together.
Hope this helps!
God Bless.......
First things first. Let me be clear about this for anyone who has misunderstood. I do NOT charge anything for my readings with people and I don't expect anything in return. It is a privilege for me to practice and to help others by what I do. I never plan to either.
When someone asks me to read for them, this is what they get:
I tell them to bring me an object (ring, sweater, brush, photo) of someone who has passed on that they want me to connect with. I have to be surrounded by complete silence. I elevate my vibrational levels with deep breathing and concentration as I hold the object or photo. With a notepad or recorder, I list all of the things that I see, hear, taste, feel, smell, sense. Sometimes it's more, sometimes it's less. And sometimes, though it has only happened once or twice, I am not really able to connect much at all. It's like a fading signal on a cell phone.
I also like to be alone when I do this and then share the results with the person afterward. This helps me to not feel so "watched" as I connect with the spirit. Sometimes I get just basic information about the person from the energy left on the object and sometimes I "link" with the deceased individual and they have a message.
There is no set time for the reading. When I'm done, I'm done.
I cannot tell you what you ate for lunch or tell you what man you'll marry next year. I am NOT Sylvia Browne....haha. What I do is much different and I cannot control what I receive and what I don't receive...........yet. :)
If you have a specific question for your departed loved one, I may be able to get an answer and I may not. Some things I say may make no sense at all at the time, but later you may realize what it meant and that's ok.......or you may not and that's ok too. It happens.
I never guarantee that I'll be able to do anything. But, I will say that in all of the readings I've ever done, I've been right about something in all of them.
Also, I'm not good with names, so I cannot tell you the name of your departed. I allow you to tell me their name and that is all. I DO NOT want to be told anything else about the deceased person except for their name.
I also tell the truth, however hard it may be sometimes. I am only the channel that these spirits use to communicate and I say whatever they ask me to say, even though it may upset you.
I will also come to your home if you think that you are being haunted by something unseen. I will do a walk-through and tell you what I sense, if anything, and we will go from there. I can also do a mini-investigation if necessary (take photos, try to record some EVP's, etc.) and I will try to cleanse the home ,if warranted, by asking the spirits or entities to leave and by using some dried, burning sage leaves, prayers, and/or blessed oil. You can also cleanse yourself of negative energy by running a bath of lukewarm water and adding pure sea salt to the water and let yourself soak in it from head to toe.
Let me also say that I am still in the process of learning about all of this and opportunities to practice and become more in-tune are really very important to me. Don't hesitate to call me or email me about anything you may have questions about or if you want me to help in any way. And if I don't know the answer, we'll deal with it together.
Hope this helps!
God Bless.......
Can You Hear Me? *inspired writing*
Can You Hear Me?
I see the institution before me-
the place that fed me to the wolves
and tried to take away my independent thought
But I am undeterred in my quest
to find the truth of this life
And so I venture forth, in search of what is real
Truth is sad and truth is lonely
Truth knows no boundaries and truth tells no lies
The reality of life is in our own minds
and we control the frequency
Tune in to all that is around you and make haste
for the time on the clock is ticking
All that you see is only a mirror image
of what the future holds for us all
The lands around us are making a change
and metamorphosis is inevitable
The past and future are intertwined
but we are pilots of the present
Be persistent and supersede the
vulgarities and trials of those
who give you false hopes
For they are destroyers of virtue and light
I seek the truth of no more fear
and I know that which I am
Know yourself and follow it well
Conform not to the will of others
Peace be with us....
I see the institution before me-
the place that fed me to the wolves
and tried to take away my independent thought
But I am undeterred in my quest
to find the truth of this life
And so I venture forth, in search of what is real
Truth is sad and truth is lonely
Truth knows no boundaries and truth tells no lies
The reality of life is in our own minds
and we control the frequency
Tune in to all that is around you and make haste
for the time on the clock is ticking
All that you see is only a mirror image
of what the future holds for us all
The lands around us are making a change
and metamorphosis is inevitable
The past and future are intertwined
but we are pilots of the present
Be persistent and supersede the
vulgarities and trials of those
who give you false hopes
For they are destroyers of virtue and light
I seek the truth of no more fear
and I know that which I am
Know yourself and follow it well
Conform not to the will of others
Peace be with us....
A Reading Revelation
After doing several readings for people this week, I now know that there is no limit to the possibilities of things I may encounter along the way.
One reading in particular this week, perhaps the most intense reading I've ever experienced till now, has given me a second wind about pursuing mediumship even further.
Now, if you're reading this, please throw out all preconceived notions that you may have about mediums and understand this. I do not speak with another person's voice. I do not have a crystal ball. And, I can not see any spirits with my physical eyes like I would see any living person standing in front of me. I don't even really know much about mediumship. I just know that in learning how to become a better psychometrist, I have indeed evolved into "linking" with the spirit realms and have been given several mindblowing and beautiful chances to give others a message from their departed loved ones. It happens rarely for me, but when it does I'm left awestruck and in wonder.
This week, I was asked by an acquaintance to do a reading on a gold nugget-like ring that belonged to her deceased brother. All I knew about him, was that his name was Andy. I did the reading with the same intentions as I always do, fully expecting to be shown some symbols and visions that pertained to the vibrational energies still left on the object (the ring), after which I interpret.
Instead, I was taken on an emotional rollercoaster, sharing immediately the sorrow, guilt, and shame that the spirit was trying to convey to me. With his face buried in his hands, he wept to me and I felt his pain. He flashed me with a dazzling myriad of visions, one of which was car keys. It was all totally unexpected. I was then impressed with the thoughts of this spirit, something else that happens to me rarely. The spirit wanted me to convey that he had always wanted to "do right" and "be good", but that he failed. He said that he was "sorry" (to his sister) for making such bad choices and that he needed her forgiveness to fully rest in peace.
It turns out that "Andy" was a very good communicator and wanted to be heard. I found out later that Andy had been on drugs and alcohol very badly and had been heavily under the influence the night he got into a car wreck and died. I also found out from someone else who knew him that he loved his baby sister very much and always tried to protect her. Maybe having her forgiveness really was imperative to his moving on.
Needless to say, I was BLOWN AWAY...........speechless......!!!
I didn't know what to think or how to feel, but I knew that I had to give her that message. I also know now that in the future, I don't need to assume so much when doing readings for others, but learn to just go with the flow.
One reading in particular this week, perhaps the most intense reading I've ever experienced till now, has given me a second wind about pursuing mediumship even further.
Now, if you're reading this, please throw out all preconceived notions that you may have about mediums and understand this. I do not speak with another person's voice. I do not have a crystal ball. And, I can not see any spirits with my physical eyes like I would see any living person standing in front of me. I don't even really know much about mediumship. I just know that in learning how to become a better psychometrist, I have indeed evolved into "linking" with the spirit realms and have been given several mindblowing and beautiful chances to give others a message from their departed loved ones. It happens rarely for me, but when it does I'm left awestruck and in wonder.
This week, I was asked by an acquaintance to do a reading on a gold nugget-like ring that belonged to her deceased brother. All I knew about him, was that his name was Andy. I did the reading with the same intentions as I always do, fully expecting to be shown some symbols and visions that pertained to the vibrational energies still left on the object (the ring), after which I interpret.
Instead, I was taken on an emotional rollercoaster, sharing immediately the sorrow, guilt, and shame that the spirit was trying to convey to me. With his face buried in his hands, he wept to me and I felt his pain. He flashed me with a dazzling myriad of visions, one of which was car keys. It was all totally unexpected. I was then impressed with the thoughts of this spirit, something else that happens to me rarely. The spirit wanted me to convey that he had always wanted to "do right" and "be good", but that he failed. He said that he was "sorry" (to his sister) for making such bad choices and that he needed her forgiveness to fully rest in peace.
It turns out that "Andy" was a very good communicator and wanted to be heard. I found out later that Andy had been on drugs and alcohol very badly and had been heavily under the influence the night he got into a car wreck and died. I also found out from someone else who knew him that he loved his baby sister very much and always tried to protect her. Maybe having her forgiveness really was imperative to his moving on.
Needless to say, I was BLOWN AWAY...........speechless......!!!
I didn't know what to think or how to feel, but I knew that I had to give her that message. I also know now that in the future, I don't need to assume so much when doing readings for others, but learn to just go with the flow.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
A Few Words from this Old Soul....
To the world in which we live and to any who dare to try understanding me:
Starry sky of complex wonder, Oh macrocosm that you are--
Your mysteries are infinite and time is only of the mind....
Like veils that lay upon each other, so do your dimensions;
They are layers of essences in unbound abundance
which shield our intimate sphere in ways that our minds were never built to understand.....
Between these layers, existence in its most rational form
has many an unseen face to the primal world in which we live.....
Many choose not to see them and some are just not tuned in to
all that is around them.
I hear them and I feel them and sometimes I am given a chance to "see".
It may be the 'pitter-patter' of little feet at night when everyone in the house is sound asleep, it could be the way that every single hair on the back of my neck stands up when I am often alone, or it might be the random pictures that come to my mind when I least expect them...............but I have experienced a small portion of the unfathomable that this planet has to offer.
Today's world, as we know it in the 21st century, is so bogged down with "stuff" that it's no wonder people can't concentrate enough to focus in on the subtle and steady hum, if you will, that constantly emanates from all around us.
And imprints and echoes of things that are and things that were still carry on around us, even though some don't believe.
The living, who may not always be "alive", are either awakened or simply unaware as they journey through the passages of life.
But for those of us who are awakened, the world is a fascination to the mind and senses, a never-ending challenge, and one intriguing enigma.
As I surfed the net in my room today looking for condos for our beach trip this upcoming weekend, I came across a site for an old INN down in Savannah. It was a very old Bed and Breakfast INN, one listed on the registry of Historical Places.
I scrolled along through the photos and was mystified by the effects that the pictures seemed to have on me. Looking at these old bedrooms, decorated with the look and feel of the 1800's, really moved me. It wasn't just that I thought they were pretty or anything. It was almost as if I had had a bedroom like those once before and I missed having it. I wanted to go there. I wanted to touch the lace and sleep on the antique Chinese wedding bed. It was very unnerving and I still don't understand the question that seems to constantly be in my head all the time......WHY?
I want to encourage you to also embrace the history around you too, for it could be a part of you. Choose the unknown over the comforts of what you can see and feel sometimes and don't be afraid to explore what's out there.
For those of you who never read my blog about my exploration into my "past lives", I experimented with the notion a while back and what I learned about myself still haunts me to this very day.
I can never go back to square one, nor would I choose to.......but every now and then when I am alone now, my heart begins to long for a child I never knew. I find myself yearning to find her still and whispering her name to myself in the quiet hours of the night, "Breya, Breya, Breya......" Why is this and who is this child???
All of this may be strange, but knowing that there is more out there than what we've been told is so amazing to me and I love sharing it with anyone else who is interested. I also love comments and hearing about what other people think and feel about the "unknown"......
Drop me a line.... :)
***DARE TO BE DIFFERENT***
Starry sky of complex wonder, Oh macrocosm that you are--
Your mysteries are infinite and time is only of the mind....
Like veils that lay upon each other, so do your dimensions;
They are layers of essences in unbound abundance
which shield our intimate sphere in ways that our minds were never built to understand.....
Between these layers, existence in its most rational form
has many an unseen face to the primal world in which we live.....
Many choose not to see them and some are just not tuned in to
all that is around them.
I hear them and I feel them and sometimes I am given a chance to "see".
It may be the 'pitter-patter' of little feet at night when everyone in the house is sound asleep, it could be the way that every single hair on the back of my neck stands up when I am often alone, or it might be the random pictures that come to my mind when I least expect them...............but I have experienced a small portion of the unfathomable that this planet has to offer.
Today's world, as we know it in the 21st century, is so bogged down with "stuff" that it's no wonder people can't concentrate enough to focus in on the subtle and steady hum, if you will, that constantly emanates from all around us.
And imprints and echoes of things that are and things that were still carry on around us, even though some don't believe.
The living, who may not always be "alive", are either awakened or simply unaware as they journey through the passages of life.
But for those of us who are awakened, the world is a fascination to the mind and senses, a never-ending challenge, and one intriguing enigma.
As I surfed the net in my room today looking for condos for our beach trip this upcoming weekend, I came across a site for an old INN down in Savannah. It was a very old Bed and Breakfast INN, one listed on the registry of Historical Places.
I scrolled along through the photos and was mystified by the effects that the pictures seemed to have on me. Looking at these old bedrooms, decorated with the look and feel of the 1800's, really moved me. It wasn't just that I thought they were pretty or anything. It was almost as if I had had a bedroom like those once before and I missed having it. I wanted to go there. I wanted to touch the lace and sleep on the antique Chinese wedding bed. It was very unnerving and I still don't understand the question that seems to constantly be in my head all the time......WHY?
I want to encourage you to also embrace the history around you too, for it could be a part of you. Choose the unknown over the comforts of what you can see and feel sometimes and don't be afraid to explore what's out there.
For those of you who never read my blog about my exploration into my "past lives", I experimented with the notion a while back and what I learned about myself still haunts me to this very day.
I can never go back to square one, nor would I choose to.......but every now and then when I am alone now, my heart begins to long for a child I never knew. I find myself yearning to find her still and whispering her name to myself in the quiet hours of the night, "Breya, Breya, Breya......" Why is this and who is this child???
All of this may be strange, but knowing that there is more out there than what we've been told is so amazing to me and I love sharing it with anyone else who is interested. I also love comments and hearing about what other people think and feel about the "unknown"......
Drop me a line.... :)
***DARE TO BE DIFFERENT***
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