My first novel is ready for pre-order!!!


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More than 20 years ago, in 1994, I began writing a novel titled S.O.B. that I finally finished in 1997. I peddled it around to various literary agents and small publishing houses for a couple of years, got a few nibbles on it, but I did not agree with the revisions requested (it came from my soul!), so I tucked it away, only letting close friends read it now and then. I received wonderful and enthusiastic feedback from my friends, of course, but that is always expected, right?

I decided to dust it off and give it another read in 2013. Amazed at my own storytelling talent from years ago, I made some minor revisions and considered self-publishing, but, chaos ensued, and I procrastinated once again.

Yesterday, I decided enough was enough, and it was time to upload it for digital publication.

I’m so excited to share the link to my author page with you! Check it out!

If you’re not a Kindle reader, no worries!!! I am currently working on a paperback version, as well, and it should be available in the very near future, after I review the proof of the printed copy which should be on its way to me as I type. Stay tuned!

 

 

 

Call of the Child: A Parent’s Intuition


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Before they are born, some little souls are already communicating with their parents, or perhaps their grandparents, siblings, aunts, uncles, or, in some cases, even potential adoptive parents.

Ten years ago, I watched the movie America starring Philip Johnson and Rosie O’Donnell, a film about a boy falling through the cracks of Michigan’s Foster Care system. At the end of the film, the actors introduce a website called AdoptUSKids. I visited that site often over the past ten years, and, just last fall, I finally found him… the little soul I knew would eventually be tugging at my heart strings at some point in my life.

I showed his photo and profile to my spouse, (who was my fiancé at the time) and we both gushed over his fabulousness. A few months later, when I finally inquired about him, I began receiving all kinds of synchronistic affirmations by seeing his first name everywhere I looked and even some sporadic communication from the little guy. One day, after the inquiry and during our beginning stages of the adoption process, my spouse came home with tears in her eyes, telling me she was working away when our little guy appeared to her in a very clear vision.

“I’ve never had a telepathic vision before!” she said with joy.

“I guess he’s truly the one, then,” I replied.

She agreed with an enthusiastic nod.

Although he disappeared from the AdoptUSKids site midway through our process, which, I kid you not, took nine months, he truly was “the one” who prompted us to initiate our journey to become a licensed foster care home and approved by Samaritas (which advocates for same-sex couples, YAY) for adoption.

Although that was my spouse’s first clairvoyant telepathic communication with a living being, it was not her first communication regarding a new addition to her family. Over 20 years ago, she had a dream of her mother (who had transitioned to spirit at that point) holding a brown-eyed, brown haired baby girl. Shortly after she had this dream, her sister wanted to share some news, and my spouse blurted out: “You’re pregnant and it’s going to be a brown-eyed baby girl.”

Of course, her sister was taken aback that she knew she was pregnant, and even more surprised that the brown eyes precognition was accurate. Her next three children were all born with blue eyes, so this was a significant detail exclusive to her first child.

Before I met my spouse and learned about this premonition dream she experienced, I only knew of one other, which was a dream my niece’s husband had when she was pregnant with their first child. He said his future son came to him in a dream and told him exactly what to name him – first and middle name. It was super unique, and he was even adamant about the spelling of his first name. I told them this was the soul of their son speaking to them and that they definitely needed to name him what he requested in the dream. I could feel it had a super spiritual meaning behind it. I was very happy when he was born and they named him exactly what he asked them to and stuck with the spelling he requested. He’s a very sweet rainbow child.

As I mentioned in a previous blog, there has been a recent surge in client questions regarding pregnancies and soul contracts with future children, so I am coming across more and more amazing synchronistic experiences that are being shared with me. I asked a couple of my clients if I could share their stories in my blog, and they happily agreed.

One client wrote to me after she received a reading from me regarding a pregnancy question and said:

“I was imagining having a little girl and immediately the name Tabitha popped in my head. So weird and random because I don’t know anyone with that name or even particularly care for it. I was intrigued, so I Googled it, and it apparently means ‘Gazelle.’

“So my son wakes up from his nap holding a toy and saying something. I couldn’t understand it. Then it clicked! He was holding a gazelle and saying ‘Gazelle.’ My son who was barely speaking a few months ago! Isn’t that strange?!”

She asked me if I thought it might have ANY significance. My immediate response, without hesitation, was: “It HAS to be!”

So I asked her Akash about Tabitha, and this is what they said (actual names removed and replaced with anonymous terminology):

“Tabitha is a soul mate from your soul group that both you and (your Twin Flame soul mate) are in soul contract with to bring into incarnation. (Your son) is already familiar with her, and she spoke through him (when he said ‘gazelle’) as confirmation. She is letting you know that she is ready whenever you and (your Twin Flame) are ready, but there is also no rush. Tabitha is the name of her higher-self, by the way, which is why it came to mind as you imagined yourself having a baby girl.”

So here’s an example of a soul waiting to come into incarnation already communicating telepathically with her future mother and brother. Amazing!

Around the same time this was happening, another client asked if she and her husband were still in contract to bring another soul into incarnation or if anything had changed. When her Akash confirmed the contract was still on, she asked if the soul had a name.

Her Akash replied with this answer:

“She identifies strongly with roses; her soul name is Rosalita. Any name with Rose (or Rosa) in it will be appreciated and fitting, although Rosanna and Roseann are not desired names.”

My client wrote me back after she reviewed the reading and said “The amazing alignment from that reading brought me to tears!”

I was curious, so I asked her if she had been experiencing rose synchronicities lately.

She said: “Rose is the name I chose over a year ago for a daughter if we were to have one! Rosie!”

Wow! Just WOW!!!

Ironically, (or perhaps not) while I was writing this little ditty, I received an email from our foster licensing worker asking if we might be able to accept a sibling pair into our home for foster care. Later, when we were on the phone squaring up details, I told her I was working on a blog titled “Call of the Child” when I received her email. She was FLOORED.

It may be something; it may be nothing. Regardless, it literally happened while I was writing this blog, and I took it as a sign to say yes to these two boys in need of temporary guardianship. Whether or not they actually arrive is irrelevant at this point, for I have read many foster parent blogs that say 50 percent of the time they don’t show up, but, if they do, I will shower them with unconditional love the entire time they are in our care.

So, how about you, my beloved readers? Got any similar synchronistic stories to share about incoming kiddo communication, be it from spirit or the kiddo souls themselves? Please feel free to share your experiences in the comments below! I’d love to read them!

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The Pencil


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I’m not sure what’s up, especially since it’s not quite spring yet, but I’ve been receiving a lot of pregnancy questions from clients lately. It’s interesting because, up til the past few weeks, I’ve never had anyone ask their Akashic Records if they are straight-up preggers, but as soon as one asked, I suddenly had three more asking questions about pregnancy as well. I haven’t yet asked my own Akash what has inspired this sudden trend, but it brought up memories of my mother and her excitement about pregnancies.

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When I was a kid, my mom used to whip out this weird trick whenever someone in the family was pregnant. She’d take a pencil and stick a threaded needle into the eraser end, creating a makeshift pendulum (although I don’t think she knew that’s what it was; she always referred to it as “the pencil”) and say, “C’mon girls, let’s do the pencil and find out how many you’re gonna have and what sex!”

Give her a break, if she were still alive today, she’d be 83, and, in her day, there was no such thing as ultrasound or gender reveal parties. Just “the pencil,” which, by the way, was pretty accurate for my sisters in law.

The way it worked was fascinating to me at the time. It’s very similar to the way a pendulum works, actually. The difference was that my mom held the pencil pendulum over the wrist (palm facing upward) of the pregnant one. The pencil circled and then moved into either a vertical or horizontal swing, then circled again and moved into another vertical or horizontal swing. This continued until it came to a dead stop after the final pregnancy. A vertical swing indicated a boy and a horizontal swing indicated a girl. The series of vertical and horizontal swings seemed to include miscarriages, and “the pencil” only worked on women, which I found to be super freaky.

She did this pencil parlor trick on me several times, and it always said the same thing: two boys and a girl. Dead. Wrong. I’m 47 and married to a woman, so, at this point, I think it is safe to say that I will never become pregnant, nor have I ever wanted to! That doesn’t mean, however, that I never wanted to raise children. My preference was to foster or adopt older kiddos, which is something my spouse and I are in the process of doing now. So, who knows, maybe “the pencil” knows something about the souls I’m in contract with to adopt later in life. Or maybe it doesn’t work accurately if you’re not pregnant at the time of the dowsing session? I’m not really sure.

Out of curiosity, I found a pencil a couple nights ago and stuck a threaded needle into the eraser just like my mom used to back in the day, and called on my spouse to expose her wrist.

“Which one?” she asked.

I really don’t think it matters, to be honest, but we tried it out on her left wrist. The pencil took off into a strong circular pattern right away, and then swung vertically across her forearm, between her palm and crook of her elbow. (Boy.) The pencil circled again, then another vertical (boy)… then again and another vertical (boy)… then another vertcial (boy)… and then it stopped. Four boys???

Next we tried the same thing using my sterling silver pendulum. Same results.

Then we tried it on my wrist using my pendulum. It started out the same as it always did for my mom, indicating two vertical swings (two boys) and then a horizontal (girl), but then it circled again and indicated a fourth vertical (boy). What???

So then we tried the pencil on my wrist. Same result as the pendulum. Two boys, a girl, and another boy. Flabbergasting!

By the way, this little pencil parlor trick of my mom’s was always met with jaw drops, so, to clarify which direction signified which sex, she always had someone else hold the pencil over her wrist to show everyone the three boys and one girl everyone knew she had. Worked accurately every time.

I’m not sure where or how my mom learned to do this little pencil trick. I always thought it was a family thing passed down from generation to generation, but never really asked. Has anyone else ever heard of this kind of thing? Please share in the comments below! I’d love to know the origins of it!

Perhaps it would be a fun little baby shower activity? Have fun with it!

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Clairalience gives new meaning to “smell ya later.”


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Ever smell something that makes no sense?

I mean, like, cigarette, cigar or pipe smoke in a non-smoking environment? A lost loved one’s cologne or perfume in your house that you haven’t smelled in ages? Or maybe cookies or pie baking when your oven isn’t even on?

This is actually a sixth-sense ability, believe it or not. While most “woke folks” are bragging up the interesting visions they’ve experienced with their clairvoyant third-eye, or sharing what they heard spirit say, or what they felt when they entered an antique store or the cemetery down the street, it’s not so often that you hear people talking about mysterious odors.

Let’s face it, when it comes to sixth-sense abilities, clairvoyance (the ability to see with the third-eye) gets top billing. Visions, whether they be glimpses of the past, or future events, or of a lost loved one in spirit, are the “real deal.” The ability to hear spirit (clairaudience) is often brushed off as possible schizophrenia, so, of course, it’s not deemed as “woke” as clairvoyance until some facts are shared and the ability is proven reliable. Clairsentience (feeling) and claircognizance (knowing) are probably more widely experienced than clairgustance (tasting) and clairalience (smelling), but clairalience may be one of the first of your sixth-sense abilities to open up for you.

Why? Because it’s the least daunting.

As a kid, I could see, hear and feel spirit world like it was part of my normal world. For me, they blended together, and there was no separation. Somehow, I knew never to share what I saw and heard from spirit with parents or friends. Spirit never mentioned this to me; I just knew (claircognizance). Then middle school happened, and, being an empath, I was so wrapped up in feeling everyone’s hormonal emotions, that I did not experience spirit like I used to. At least not until college, when I lived in the most haunted building in Boston my freshman year, and witnessed a LOT of physical proof of paranormal activity (mostly still objects getting pushed around or shooting across my dorm room, even). Yeah, it was a bit creepy. Fortunately, I knew to set boundaries. Respect me and my stuff, and I will respect you.

I can’t say there weren’t any incidents after that, but I did my best to shut it out. I knew most spirits were either looking for acknowledgment or some kind of reaction (such as fear). I refused to give it to them. And, guess what… when you ignore them long enough, they leave you alone. I began to enjoy my peace and quiet for a good decade or so. I even got to a point where I was very ANTI psychic/spirit world. (I was drinking fluoridated tap water at the time, if that tells you anything.) I remember reading a book title about “opening up your sixth senses,” and I was like “hell to the NO!”

That’s not to say that I didn’t see or feel spirits trying to approach me; I did, but my response was always, “NO! Go AWAY!” Surprisingly, they respectfully retracted their energy, which, in retrospect, tells me they were benevolent beings.

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My first memory of a clairalience experience (AKA: clairosmesis, clairolfaction, clairessence and clairscent) was in an empty church. I was helping the pastor set up for Sunday service on a Saturday evening. No one had been in the church at all that day. While setting up, the pastor went to her office to look for something, and I headed to the bathroom. When we both returned to the sanctuary, the room smelled strongly of a lit match – you know, that burnt wood matchstick scent. She looked at me funny and said, “did you light a candle?” I was like, “No, but it smells like a burnt match in here. I thought you lit something.”

We looked all around for evidence of matches or a burning candle, but found nothing. She chalked it up to a message from spirit, and I was like, *shrugs* “ermkay.” (Again, fluoride.)

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My next clairalience experience happened a few years later. I had just pulled into my garage. Normally garages smell like petrol fumes when you pull into them. Or perhaps stale motor oil. Or maybe like dying grass if you just cut the lawn and store your mower in the garage. But they normally do NOT smell like perfume. And that’s what I smelled that day when I got out of my car after pulling into the garage:  my grandmother’s Tabu.
Not only do I remember the scent, but I remember seeing the bottle on her dresser in my early childhood. The colors of the logo and the typeface still look similar today!

Scary sidenote: in looking for the above image, I read that Jean Charles made this perfume back in 1932 when he was instructed to “make a fragrance for a whore.”
WOW! I never knew my grandmother had a racy side. Although, I do recall seeing a glamour photo of her wearing a feather boa. Go G!

Anyway, getting back on track, this is what I mean by smelling something that is beyond normal for the environment you’re in. That’s how you know for sure you’re experiencing clairalience. Interestingly enough,  I was back to well water at this time in my life, and so it began… tons of communication from spirit, which included the activation of ALL of the sixth-sense abilities mentioned above except clairgustance (taste). I’m not sure if I have ever experienced that. I chew a lot of gum, so it’s hard to say.

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My spouse and I experienced a lot clairalience moments at the cottage we lived in a few years ago. Her grandfather smoked cigars, and we often smelled cigar smoke in our cottage, even though neither of us smoked. Her brother-in-law even noticed it when he was visiting one day. It was always just in one area of the house, and he smelled it as soon as he entered that area. He was like, “It’s just RIGHT HERE,” as he pointed to the area next to our coffee nook. “It’s not anywhere else in the house.” His blue eyes danced with excitement, as if he’d just found some kind of treasure.

“Sometimes we smell it over by the door to the deck, too,” I explained.

The cottage itself emanated its own share of disturbing aromas (usually dead rodent type odors), but there were distinct smells of cigar, pipe and cigarette smoke wafting through now and then, when the house was closed up tight for the winter. Of course, by that time, I was far more open to spirit than I had been back when I smelled that burnt match in the empty church.

So, yeah… clairalience! It’s a sixth-sense thing. You’ve probably experienced it more than you realize. And, for those who say they don’t have any sixth-sense abilities, this is one you probably DO have, but didn’t realize it, or maybe didn’t embrace it as an intuitive ability to sense spirit or beings beyond your perceivable realm.

What can we DO with clairalience?

Think of it as a building block to opening other sixth-sense abilities that help us experience 4D spirit world and beyond. When you smell something that is not part of your current physical environment, then you know something or someone beyond your physical realm is present. If you embrace this with welcoming energy, you may open yourself to something more, such as hearing a verbal message, or seeing an apparition, but most likely you will feel something first… or experience the claircognizant knowing of who is present by the signature scent of that loved one who has transitioned into spirit.

If, however, you react with fearfulness, it is likely your loved ones will withdraw and try again another day.

Hey, if you’ve ever had experiences with clairalience, please share in the comment section below. I’d love to hear about it!

BenDeLaCreme: Divine Masculine/Feminine Perfection


By Jen Freer

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I know the last thing you would expect to read on a spiritual journey site is a blog about a drag queen who recently shook the drag world, but, seriously, BenDeLaCreme (“DeLa if you’re nasty”) is the EPITOME of what we are all striving for in our ascension process. DeLa describes herself as “Terminally Delightful,” and even though she admittedly struggles with depression, she truly IS as delightful as the sweet cream in your café au lait.

Here’s why both actor Benjamin Putnam (the man behind the legendary queen) and DeLa are serving the ideal energetic example for the current ascension trip:

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Ben describes himself as the man with whom DeLa shares a physical body. Even though they are one heart/one soul, together they showcase the Divine Masculine (thinking) and Divine Feminine (feeling) in the most illustrative way. If you watch this season of RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars 3, you will immediately recognize this perfect balance in BenDeLaCreme’s performance – as both a contestant and a fine human being.

In the work room, all of the queens are dressed as their regular selves, which can be anywhere on the gender expression spectrum from pink to blue and every shade in between. When it comes to gender identity and expression, there is no limitation or polarization in this room, which is both refreshing, not to mention fabulous. And the work room is where all the prepping, planning and calculating happens. It is a reality show competition, after all. What makes the All Stars competition different than Drag Race is that the top two queens have to eliminate “the weakest link,” and BenDeLaCreme, being the perfect balance of Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine energy, illustrates this balance quite clearly through conversation with the other queens on what is the fairest way to make that decision. This is how a healthy balanced Divine Masculine energy behaves.

Let’s break it down.

Divine Masculine energy (we all have it, regardless of our biological gender) is healthy and balanced thinking, logic and analyses that leads us to compassionate solutions that benefit everyone.

Unbalanced Masculine energy is the polar opposite of the Divine Masculine, and it is what leads us to the unhealthy process of thinking and logic that leads to judgment and criticism of others. Unbalanced masculine energy values logic and knowledge over feelings and emotion.

Divine Feminine energy (yes, we all have this, as well, despite our biological gender) is our healthy and balanced emotional side that enables us to feel for others and act with compassion to help nurture one another. This is also our intuitive side.

Unbalanced Feminine energy is the polar opposite of the Divine Feminine, and it is what leads us to emotional paralysis. On the extreme side, it’s those days when we’re so hurt, angry, jealous or fearful that we can’t leave the house. On the lighter side, it’s allowing emotions and feelings to override logic and knowledge. It also may be taking care of everyone else before nurturing yourself, or making your feelings and emotions out to be more important than anyone else’s.

As we all know, balance is key in the ascension process. Accepting and owning the masculine and feminine energy within us and finding that Divine balance that makes us WHOLE is what we are all striving to do on our individual (and UNIQUE!) spiritual paths.

I’m not going to throw out any spoilers (even though they’re already all over social media) about All Stars 3. All I’m saying is, if you haven’t watched it, check it out (it airs Thursdays on VH1, and I’m sure there is SOME way you can watch the first few episodes to catch up; I purchased the show on Amazon Prime, myself, and it has been worth every penny).

Watch how BenDeLaCreme (now form-fittingly dubbed #BenDeLaChrist) behaves throughout this competition, and you will witness a stellar example of finely balanced Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine energy at work, as well as a bit of 5D “Christ Consciousness.”

The ultimate takeaway is that when we balance our divine thinking and feeling energies and lead with our hearts instead of our minds, everyone wins!

It’s the greatest drag parable ever! Enjoy!

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