Rainy Jazz

   I really enjoy this new "LIVE" thing that You Tube is doing. I love to sit back and have great music going at home, in the background. Jazz to me is very mood lifting, keeps me able to focus and actually is great for inspiring me with great ideas, when I just sit back and listen. It reminds me of the big shopping malls of the Chicagoland area, when I was growing up. The waterfalls in the mall, the happy people walking about. The smells of the tempting food courts and bakeries. It helps me remember who I am and where I came from and all the pros of having a very diverse upbringing living in a city with so much culture.
 You Tube also has other generes of music they have "LIVE" to stream, definitely something I will be using a lot of and worth checking out. The easiest, most convenient streaming out there.

Synchronicity and One Persons Trains of Thought Part 2

So, continuing my post about Synchronicity that actually became a chapter. My original intentions were to make a long story short. Instead I made a long story long. Sometime Synchronicity will take from different aspects in your life, to match things up for you, to be made clear to you, later. Different things happen to you and you don't realize till on down the road, the impact a small thing can have in dot connecting things in your life. So, on with the story.
 The boyfriend of the younger daughter was very worried about his girlfriend. All the changes in her were not becoming of the girl he knew and he sensed something was very wrong. We all met up that day and he was distraught, and had a almost a small whimper in his voice when he talked.
The girl started acting up as we all arrived, bibles in hand. She would be mute one minute, and raging mad the next. She told her Mom she did not like us coming and we should get out. Normally this girl was our friend and knew we were harmless friendly people.
They way the small apt was set up, there was a old school padded chair in the middle of the living room, so as to make a half circle around the television- living room area, but acted as a room divider in a way, from the dining area. She sat in this chair facing away from the living room, facing the dining area. The Mother got her preacher relative on the phone via "speaker phone" and the purpose was to do this over the phone, on speaker, because the relative could not be there. I was by the front window area, the male neighbor was to my left by the door, the mother was in the center of the room facing her daughter and the boyfriend was towards the kitchen area, but still right there, it was a very small apartment. My best friend, the girls older sister was there too and she was walking around the room amongst all of us. We got the relative on the phone and she said to open the doors and windows. She started to recite the Lords Prayer and the girl got violent, flailing at her boyfriend and then at her Mother. Screaming in a loud voice that she hated all of us and then she started saying things we (as the majority of us were Pentecostal) didn't understand. Some would say maybe she spoke in tongues, but this was not tongues of a positive nature. nor was it religious. It was a native tongue of some long lost language that was not known to any of us. It sounded evil. She proceeded to flail her body as if to be like something was being sucked out of her chest area, shaking, back and forth, her eyes where rolling periodically, as she went on and on with this language. The preacher proceeded with the prayer and began to cast out, with her words, anything that wasn't of LOVE within this girl anything that did not belong. The girl proceeded to get even more violent and they asked me to help hold her arm down. I did. This poor girl was so frail, petite and light, I cried as I helped, hoping to be able to help her.
  At one point when her eyes were rolling, she looked right at me and I saw pure evil, right there, the face of a VERY evil spirit. It was not fun, let me tell you. I looked away, full knowing I was protected by the Divine Light of The Holy Spirit. I knew this spirit did not like me, because of the Divine I carried within me. After all, in so many words, my given birth name is a story within itself. The name and story of the Most Highest Anointed of all Spirits and Saints. You might say my middle name is sacrifice. I always thought it was a blessing to have my name, it wasn't till later on, way after this particular time in my life, that spirit gave me that "aha' moment as to my path in this lifetime, just by noticing and re-recognizing what it meant to carry it.
  As the family member on the phone proceeded to cast out this spirit by prayer and demanding that it leave and never come back, stating it wasn't allowed to be in this girl and it needed to move on and be gone forever. The girl very slowly stopped flailing. We all backed away and made sure we weren't in the way of the front or back door, so that it could leave. Everything slowed down and I started to see a small glimpse of the girl I knew. She fell off the chair into the floor. We all got a little worried, she looked like she was not breathing and possibly unconscious. The male neighbor started to anoint this girl with prayer, bible in hand, and was speaking about how she could now bask in the glow of the Holy Spirit. She laid there for a good 15 minutes and then her Mother started to slowly bring her to consciousness and wake her up. The family member on the phone said not to do this. Let her wake on her own. So we waited. In about 30 minutes, she woke up and did not remember anything that happened, except a pool of light and joy. But she did understand, why we were all there and what we did.
  Since this day the girl is fine now. She went on to marry her boyfriend and now had three children. Whatever betrothed her is now gone.
So there is my experience with an exorcism. Not something we go out and try to become a part of, not something the average person wants to do. But sometimes these things just need to be took care of, and Spirit calls those who can help.
 This is where I was going with the "white shirt" joke in the beginning of this post and or chapter you might say. I was wearing that white shirt when they called me over that day. I don't intend these things to happen, I don't go looking to be a religious figure. I just chalk it up to coincidence and move on. But synchronicity and similar circumstances grouped together tell a different story. Synchronicity is how Spirit guides ME, I don't know if its like that for all, I just know that's how it is for me. I sometimes fight with the fact that maybe I should be a person of the cloth. It's not something I want, yet, I know I have spiritual gifts. All these situations come up when I am wearing white, feeling light and good and heartful.  I don't know, I am no expert, I just know that sometimes, life, will repeat circumstances over and over to try and get you to notice the patterns. When you piece these things together, you sometimes get subtle clues and are receiving from Spirit and there's something important Spirit wants you to know and notice. Synchronicity is a big heads up from Universe to stop, watch and listen.

Synchronicity and One Persons Trains of Thought

Synchronicity is something I am definitely involved with, since childhood. I would always alert my family members when different things would come up in our surroundings or lives that seemed to be coincidence. I didn't know the name for it when I was young and chalked it up to being unique circumstance or a paranormal mystery. Something outside of our Christian Lutheran education.
 Today I was editing my "about" section on my blog and was looking into Exorcism and the definition. I have had a life full of paranormal stuff that happens and I wanted to list them. I was involved in a Exorcism back in 2012. I read about,  the dress of Exorcists back in the Third Century. This "dress and attire" was also portrayed in various paranormal movies. Here is the quote from the Wikipedia article.
"The office of Exorcist was not a part of the sacrament of Holy Orders but as a sacramental was instead first conferred on those who had the special charism to perform its duties and later to those studying for the priesthood.^[4] By the twentieth century, the order had become purely ceremonial. As a minor order, exorcists wore the surplice. "
  Well it put me in mind of a long standing joke or chuckle I have with my best friend and soul mate,  his sister and how I dress or was inclined to dress, had changed in recent years. A short time into reuniting and learning about each other, he gave me his long sleeve button down "white shirt". His sister would joke about the white shirt and say "Oh? He gave his white shirt huh?" and we would laugh and she will always tease me about that shirt, to this day.
I always loved the color white and off white or Ivory you might say. With brown hair it always seemed to go really good and contrast well. I never really wore a lot of white until I grew older. In fact, not until my healing and awakening in 2008.
   You see, I did 8 years on a bad antidepressant. It was the sort of drug that you cant just "not take" one day and then take it the next. When you take it everyday, it had to be at the same time everyday or you would be coming down off of it, feeling the detox and be either raging mad or a basket case. Well I tended towards the basket case side. One day, the pharmacy didn't have my medicine in stock and they told me it would be tomorrow. Hence, I go through every emotion in the book, trying not to let my children see that I was not ok. Hold it together for just 24 hours. This happened many times. Sometimes it would be a week before I could get it. In 2008 I got up one day and said "NO MORE". I was not going to take it, worry about it and let a drug have that much control over me and my well being and that of my children.
   I started to surf the internet that day and see if I could just surf and look for some interesting topics, anything to keep my train of thought stable, and engaged, to take me away from reality for just a little while. I was always one that was hungry for the unknown, hungry for knowledge and hungry for truth. I have always been a dreamer and loved to float away on a good book. In this day and age that would also include digital video.
  I came across a video with this guy in a yellow shirt and a candle next to him, very intriguing scene. He was being interviewed and the topic was very mysterious.  As he spoke, something peculiar started to happen. I literally could hear a low buzzing or zapping type sensation in my head, like the sound of slow motion talking, it put me in mind of something "recalibrating". It was so bizarre and intrigued me even more to listen to the message this man was trying to get out through his friend who was interviewing him.
   I was never the same after that day. Everything he was saying made sense about the world we live in today, some of his subjects were quite scary, but it all made sense to me. It's like his words triggered something in my brain to open up and be like " Oh yeah!". I guess you could say it triggered my "enlightenment", my third eye opening, and broader spectrum vision. That's just a small snippet of the beginning of my awakening. Spirit lead me to that video, Spirit lead me to what was rightfully in my souls path to learn. One of the subjects were about pharmaceuticals. I never took another pharmaceutical drug after that and was adamant to never take another. After all, I did have a grandmother that was trapped unwillingly in the USA mental institution fiasco of the mid century and I knew that pharmaceuticals were bad. The little time I spent with her as a child, she refused her medications and at one time she flushed them right in front of me and told my Dad "I took them". This was one of the first subjects that this man spoke about that I directly felt in my soul that was true and it kept me listening. All in all, I was never the same. I became even more spiritual than I ever was and basically did a lot of changing. I became more optimistic, happy with life and saw a great future where maybe I could add a little good into the world and be part of any change that I saw this world much needed.
  At that time, I was a single mom on welfare and stayed at home, to raise my children. I started to go through a beautiful change. I got up, strived to get off welfare and saw the possibilities of actually being able to go back out in the world and joining the workforce. To better myself and the lives of my children. It was possible if I just applied myself and I longed to do my part to be a force of positive change in the world.
  I started wearing more white and just pretty much loved being able to comfortably wear it without any inhibitions that white can put on you as a weight watching woman. It contrasted with my hair, and I also started loosing weight, so I felt pretty darn good wearing the occasional white fashioned waist slimming designed button down white shirt with my black slacks, when I would go to church. It was my favorite outfit and I felt good in it.
  Fast forward to 2011. I lived in low income housing at the time and there was this lady across the street. She was a older country gal, grew up in the area and had a somewhat hard life, growing up in the hills of Appalachia. She was friendly, but had a fire in her if she was done wrong. We became good friends and she had a daughter around my age that I became good friends with too. They pretty much became family to me. I learned many things from this woman and she taught me how to speak up, use my backbone, and stand up to people when I needed to for my own good. As I was always in my heart and had a hard time with anything of a negative manner.
She had another daughter who was about twenty years old. The daughter had a new relationship that was going well. But the daughter started acting really strange all the time, getting angry for no apparent reason, lashing out at people randomly, walking around in a stupor and sometimes even being mute. She would carry on about random people that made her angry and get violent. Everyone in the family knew something was very wrong with her, as she was normally a very quiet, well behaved, reserved teenager. Finally one day she expressed to her Mom that her and her best friend had dabbled in spell binding and had done some witchcraft activities, in her apartment. She said she didn't know why she passes out sometimes and gets angry and violent. Everyone in the family agreed, that it sounded like she had been overcame by a bad spirit. As soon as we all agreed on this, she became really bad, attacking people, running through the house, and if I am not mistaken, she actually had a minor car accident where she escaped getting badly hurt.
  There was a preacher in the family, my friends sister, in the next state over. She was consulted about the situation and she said "get the most strongest most faithful religious people you know and have them come over with their bibles". Well, I was the church goer of the neighborhood, as well as a man next door that took kids to church on a van every week. They had myself, this man, my friend (the Mom) and her other daughter that I was friends with. She said to have the younger daughter come over and have everybody meet at the house. The younger daughter brought the boyfriend. Who was also worried sick about what was happening. -cont'd

Twin Flames

 

The Twin Flame Phenomena, Twin Soul Union is an area in the human relationship arena that has grown momentum in the new century. A twisting, winding road that one falls upon usually by accident or surprise. Usually during a trying time in life, when your not looking for it, it will surprise you and throw you on an unexpected, life altering journey of introspection, self awareness, wholeness and soul searching . It will rock your world and turn it upside down. It sure did me when I met my Twin Soul in September 2012. A  deep soul rooted love that crosses the boundaries of time and space.