Letters from Camp #3

Solomon and Charlie – Questions Answered

When I left Camp Chesterfield in July, I was excited about my experiences. Though I wondered about the mysterious appearance of Solomon and the repeated ‘Charlie’ messages, I knew eventually the answer would come, because I fervently wanted to understand.

I participated in the Spirit Fest in September, and when I attended the Message Service that weekend, ‘Charlie’ came up again. Though the message was not directed at me, the name ‘Charlie’ was repeated to another person in the building, and the person delivering the message said ‘there were three Charlies’ here. I got the message. Charlie was still trying to make himself known to me. I mentally acknowledged that I’d ‘heard’ the message, but still didn’t understand. I thanked Charlie for being so patient with me, for being so willing to keep trying.

I returned to Camp in October for my first Seminary week. Classes, notebooks, and lots of walking from one class to another. (The exercise was a welcome change. It helped me to realize how much my body has been missing movement. I just haven’t had much energy these days, but that is another story.)

solomoncolordrawingWhile I was there, I had a reading from one of the mediums, and left with a greater understanding about who this Solomon was, and why he had shown up so suddenly. I’d experienced a palpable physical response in my body that could not be dismissed, and had the feeling that his appearance was an important part of my next step on my spiritual journey.  I have felt for months now that I am in the midst of what can only be called another initiation. (It feels like a rite of passage, and I am at the time in my life where that makes some sense. ‘Initiation’ means ‘to introduce into the knowledge of some art or subject.’) The reading confirmed what I’d felt: that Solomon was only in my life and my energy field for a specific purpose, a certain time, to lend assistance to my Guide Team and to support my transition into this next phase of my life. I am grateful for, and humbled by, his willingness to lend his energy to my mission.

In this same reading, the mystery of Charlie was also (finally) solved. First, I have to take a moment to go back to when my re-awakening happened almost 30 years ago. As I sat in my living room confused, scared, and at my wit’s end as to what was happening to me and to my carefully scripted out life, I became aware of this short-statured, gnome-like person who would appear and make faces at me, or would roll around the living room trying to make me laugh. He would show up on the front of my car pretending to be a hood ornament and pose in outrageous ways just to get me to smile.

charliedrawing3I was very serious those first years, and had no one to talk to about what was happening to me. I only had Spirit to trust, to talk to. When I finally had the thought to ask this being why he kept showing up, his response was quick, short and clear: ‘Lighten UP!’ he said, and with the words came the impression that by my taking things so seriously, I was keeping my vibration from shifting in the direction it needed to. Oh. I get it. After this, whenever he showed up, I knew it was a reminder for me to not take things so to heart that I allowed my vibration to slow too much.

Fast forward to this year, and the repeated message in the form of the name ‘Charlie’. The image that appeared just after Solomon made his presence known to me in that meditation in July turns out to be of one of my inner circle of guides: Charlie. He is the one who has spent so much time and energy helping me keep my (energetic) chin up, especially when the going gets tough. He’s also one my Gatekeeper. So, though he has this lighter side, he is also in charge of an important part of this work: keeping me safe. So, to anyone on the other side: if you want to get through the velvet rope, you have to convince Charlie of your suitability! And watch out for his shillelagh!

The most important thing I learned this trip is that it really is true: I am, we are, never alone. We come into this incarnation with our own private entourage, posse, group of guides, companions, call them what you are most comfortable with. The critical thing is to learn to recognize their presence and learn to work with them to help you. The single best practice you can adopt is to call on your guides to help you! They stand, waiting and listening, for us.

We all have a better guide in ourselves if we would attend to it, than any other person.   ~Jane Austen, Mansfield Park

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Letters from Camp #2

Camp Chesterfield Sign

Meeting Solomon and Charlie

When I went to explore Camp Chesterfield in July of 2016, I went with some hesitation. My past experiences with Spiritualist Camps in particular, and Spiritualist Churches in general have been – well, mixed is the best word to use.

When I was first reawakened almost 30 years ago, Spirit led me into a tiny Spiritualist church on the West Coast, but based on later experiences in other Spiritualist organizations, you wouldn’t know it was a Spiritualist Church. There was a healing service and a message giving time, but both blended into the regular Sunday service. The founder of this little church was a tiny powerhouse of a woman (supported by her delightful husband Jim) with cornflower blue eyes that – with one glance – could pierce you to your very core. Her name was Beulah. I don’t think it was an accident that one of the meanings for this name is ‘lady-boss’. She certainly was the center around which that church revolved.

There is a whole magnificent teaching story with this Master, but I will save that for some other time. The point of mentioning this church was the sense of welcome and warmth I felt when I stepped into this small, close-knit community. Almost a generation’s worth of years later, I walked into a large well-established Spiritualist church and barely made it to the end of the service. I left, trembling, and decided that was not the place for me. I’ve never been back.

I won’t mention the OTHER Camp I visited that left me disillusioned about all things Spiritualist. There have been some changes there since last I worked there, and I am sure they have been only for the better. When I left there, I left feeling that perhaps this Spiritualism thing was not for me in any form. Yet I kept finding myself on Spiritualist websites (mostly English – as in England – ones). Well, when would I ever have the resources to study in England? Probably never, to be honest here.

Then came the repeated hints (I now understand they were coming from my Dr Teacher) to give the ‘sunflower philosophy’ one more chance. This year, 2016, was the time to do that. I recently moved to a state that put me within a comfortable day’s drive of Camp Chesterfield, so the travel obstacle was removed. I discovered they offer a training program that I can participate in according to my means and time schedule. That provides an incentive to explore in that direction.

I took things slowly. I enrolled for a weekend workshop with someone whose books I’d read and enjoyed. I enjoyed the grounds and the overall atmosphere of the place. (Notice I didn’t use the obvious phrase: I really liked the ‘Spirit’ of the place.)

But this Letter is about exactly that: the Spirit of the place. I had the most intense experience while in that brief workshop. The workshop leader guided us through a relaxation/grounding meditation, and then said that now we would have the opportunity to meet one of our Spirit guides, the one we most needed to connect with according to our current place on our spiritual journey.

I’ve never had such a physical reaction to the presence of anyone in Spirit, except for the times when crossed-over loved ones hit me in the heart with the intensity of their love and it makes me want to cry. I have ‘seen’ Spirit guides and loved ones clairvoyantly and ‘heard’ them speak clairaudiently, but rarely have the communications been so clear as they were this day, in this place.

He stood directly in front of me, eyes blazing. Robed and carrying a staff, he just worked with the energy of my 3rd chakra, my heart chakra, my throat, my 3rd eye and my temples as well. I felt all of this in my physical body during the brief meditation. When we came back from the guided meditation, it took me awhile to come back to normal, waking life self. I proceeded to do a sketch of this being, and as I worked, I heard the name Solomon. Right after I finished the drawing, I concentrated on coming back to normal awareness.

In the process of ‘coming back down’, I saw very clearly a smiling red-haired, slightly balding, short-statured man. With this image, I heard the name ‘Charlie’. What the heck? I thought. Who the heck is this Charlie fellow? Is he someone’s crossed-over loved one? Sometimes I see them clearly enough to draw them. No one claimed him. For no apparent reason, I heard an old hymn in my head while I sketched Charlie. I filed that away, too.

Later that day, I had a reading with the workshop facilitator. I wanted to experience her process. Towards the end of the reading, she mentioned the name Charlie and tried to place him as one of my relatives in Spirit. the problem is, I don’t HAVE a relative named Charlie in Spirit. When I said so, she just replied ‘Well, I’ll just leave you with that, then.’ I left a bit confused, but knew that the mention of Charlie was something I needed to pay attention to.

Later that evening, there was an All-Medium Message service in the Chapel. I thought the extra donation would be worth the experience, so I went. Messages were flying to people all around me, and some were getting more than one. I was curious as to whether anyone was going to come to me. The demonstrations were drawing to a close. There was only one medium left, and she was going to do flower messages. The hymn chosen to introduce her was the same song I’d heard in my head earlier that day.

OK. NOW I’m paying attention. Then she asked anyone who had not yet received a message to raise their hands. Up went my hand. I told Spirit in my head which flowers I wanted them to impress her to choose for me so that I could know she was for real listening to Spirit. The vase began to empty. Then she reached for the flowers I had chosen for myself. She pulled them out, and gave a message to someone else. ‘Bummer,’ I thought.

She gave another couple of messages before she turned to me. She reached for the flowers from the vase, and struggled to free them. All of them started – and kept – trying to come out in a clump. Even she made the comment that they were fighting her. Inside, I smiled. Spirit was letting me know they TRIED to impress her to pull those particular flowers for me. She literally had to use both hands to wrestle the ones she’d chosen for me from the vase.

I don’t remember the exact words she first spoke to me, but it had to do with my willingness to Serve Spirit. Then, as she was winding down, she mentioned Charlie. Here it was AGAIN. When things come to me in threes, I pay very close attention, especially when they are so close in time. OK. So I don’t have a loved one in Spirit named Charlie, but someone named Charlie is definitely trying to get my attention!

I went home with a lot of questions but knowing that, as always, when I am supposed to know something, I will. I have been living with the knowledge that the Universe does not waste energy. I will know what I need to know WHEN I need to know it, and not a moment sooner.

I’d been sensing for months that I was in the middle of what can only be termed a second awakening on the level of that re-awakening I’d experienced in my 30s. And now, with this trip to Camp Chesterfield, came the awareness that this sense was on track. I could hardly wait for what would be coming next.

Life is a series of awakenings.                                                                      ~Swami Mukeiji

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Brother Crow – A Full Circle Moment

When I was on the West Coast recently visiting my daughter, I had a powerful experience that I know was a full-circle moment. I know there is a powerful message there for me, and I wait for it to be revealed in the fullness of time.

CrowbywaterYes, it involves another encounter with one of my closest Spirit Animal allies: Crow. You can find the story of my first encounter with crow here. Over the years, I have had more than one luminous, unusual encounter with the power of Crow Medicine. This month, I encountered Crow in the very same fashion as when I first walked past the crow that was lying dead in the gutter by the curb.

I threw my back out while visiting my daughter and needed to drive to Tacoma (the town I lived in when I was opened back up to the Voice of Spirit). The chiropractor that used to treat me when I was in the military still practices there, and is always happy to squeeze me in if needed. Now, I could have gone with my daughter and her boyfriend, but if I had, I doubt I would have had the experience I did.

I arrived in Tacoma early for my appointment, and there was a Starbuck’s across the street, so I went over to the store to get a coffee and something to snack on. I didn’t want to sit in the store because it was a wonderful day and I didn’t want to sit in the parking lot, either. I got in the car and drove slowly – I now realize I was following Spirit -until I came to a place behind a box store where there were some trees and some shade where I could eat my breakfast sandwich.

As I pulled up to park under the trees, I was shocked to see a crow lying in the parking lot. It had obviously been recently hit as the blood pooling underneath the creature was still bright red. I was overcome with a full-on sense of time wrapping back upon itself somehow, and knew this was NOT an accident. I finished my snack, then used the bag the sandwich came in to pick the bird up and put it in the ivy growing under the trees  where I was parked. I apologized to the bird that I could not do more in the moment. It was better than leaving the bird lying on the pavement in the sun.

As I drove away to the appointment, I felt as if I were in two times at once, pondering the odds that I would 1) be in Tacoma, 2) go to the chiropractor while I was there, and 3) find a dead crow that needed my help. Again.

If I hadn’t thrown my back out, I would not have needed to drive to Tacoma. If I hadn’t arrived so early, I wouldn’t have had time to kill. If I hadn’t been hungry, I wouldn’t have stopped at the store, I would have waited in the office. If it hadn’t been such a nice day, I would have eaten the meal in the store. The timing was perfect, and I did follow the subtle current of energy that was gently leading me.

To the crow that gave its life so I could receive my message, I give thanks. And I will do my best to hear it so that your sacrifice is not wasted.

Since our waking life can be worked in the same way or sleep dreams can, I will share what I learn when I work this experience with my dream Teacher next month. Until then, thank you, brother Crow, for your constant companionship on my spiritual journey.

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We do not create our destiny; we participate in its unfolding. Synchronicity works as a catalyst toward the working out of that destiny.                                         ~David Richo

An Epic Tale Begins – Background Story

Here comes the set up. I was guided through a series of synchronistic events to sign up for a workshop. For those of you who have been along for this ride since the beginning, you understand that how I live my life is by following the signs that Spirit so graciously lays out for me – for all of us, if we but take the time to read them.
You are also aware that, for the most part, I don’t do workshops. I prefer the direct revelation method of learning. It has served me well for over two decades, and much of what I have garnered through experience, I’ve shared here. Hopefully, I’ve encouraged you to harvest the ripened fruit of the experience by paying more attention to what is going on behind the curtain of the illusion you and I are currently dancing in.
What this recent experience taught me – and the insight  actually came from the layeredEinspaenner cup of coffee I chose for the Morning Coffee that set the stage for this adventure – is that not only are there varying levels of consciousness, there is the cup itself. As humans, we are capable of moving through the layers in the cup  by working on raising our vibration, and we are also capable of living from the perspective of the cup which includes all the layers as well as the cup.
Granted, I didn’t realize this was part of the training I took this past week (I was only living the layers), but I can see it now, and that means I can harvest more awareness from this writing exercise.
Anyway, back to the series of events that led to my richly rewarding experience. A student in one of the Intuitive Development classes asked me about dreams. I brushed the whole subject aside as I don’t remember most of my dreams, and frankly I am so much in the world of Spirit during the day, sleep brings a little break from that. (Or so I thought.)
At the end of the next series of classes, a different student inquired about dreams and dream interpretation as she wanted to help people using that as her platform. Once more, I said I don’t dream and referred her to someone who interprets dreams. It got me to thinking that there may be something for me to pay attention to as the requests had come so closely together.
The very next morning, I was awakened at 3:00 AM. This has been happening for almost a year now, ever since I first got the impulse to visit New York State last year. I even explored some possibilities, but none of them resonated with me so I left it alone. Since I couldn’t find a reason to make such a long trip, other than the fact that I was born in Rome, New York, I didn’t make any plans to visit there as it isn’t just a short car ride away for me. I let that part of the prompting go (free will choice and all) but waking out of a perfectly good sleep between 3:00 and 4:00 AM continued, so I learned to roll with it. I would usually just get up and start my day and then sleep in the late morning a few hours when I could, or go to bed early the next night when I couldn’t.

radioThis morning, I went downstairs and turned on the radio out of habit. It’s 3:45 AM by this point. I’d struggled for 45 minutes to go back to sleep before I finally gave up. The program that was on was Coast to Coast with George Noory, but the mellifluous tones that were emanating from the speaker belonged to someone else, and he was in the middle of a sentence that immediately had my full attention: “Well, if it were my dream,” he said and then proceeded to provide the person with some pretty insightful and helpful information.
I hadn’t a clue who it was, but I grabbed a pen and paper because I knew the name and contact information for the speaker would soon be forthcoming, especially since it was almost the end of the show. I took down the information, and immediately went to the website.

I’m not about to let the moss grow under my feet if there is an assignment from Spirit headed my way. That’s not my style. I perused the site, and found he led workshops. Since I was fully immersed in things of the star realm at the time (April 2014), and with Sirius in particular, I gravitated towards a workshop that had to do with that very thing. How synchronistic can you get?
I promptly purchased, and subsequently devoured, all of the books he’s written. I found some interesting “coincidences” in the material. I live my life looking for, and following the trail of, coincidence. He wrote a whole book about it.
Many years ago, I was drawn to explore shamanic drumming through the Harner Institute. He studied with them as well.
I believe we all already know the answer, we just don’t know that we know it. He teaches people how to mine their dreams for insight.
Nobody else can tell you what your experience is, nor should they. He teaches a way to share our insights about others’ experience that empowers them.
I signed myself and a friend up for the two-day workshop about Egypt and other things. I didn’t realize until later that the lodging I found for us was at a quaint Bed and Breakfast called The Library.  (Think “Akashic Records” and you will see the connection). Who says Spirit doesn’t have a sense of humor?
Now here’s the rub: that workshop isn’t until next weekend. The story I tell here is from a different workshop in another location led by the same facilitator that happened this past weekend. It was in upstate New York. It was five days, not two, so there was plenty of time for the energy to build, and be released. I am going to tell my story here. I will relate only my experience, and I am going to take a page from the new book of learning I am working with and refrain from any analysis as much as possible. “Just the facts, ma’am,” as Joe Friday the cop used to say.
The road is long here, with many a winding turn, and I don’t want to lose you before I’ve even begun, so we will start with the first day. For reasons I’m not able to share, as they are not part of my story, my daughter was along for this ride.
What you need to know about her is she is one of the most ‘connected’ individuals I know. When I need counsel about something important, I go to her. You wouldn’t know it by looking at her (she is deeply camouflaged), but she is a magical being. If you want the Truth, ask her a question. There are no filters there, and when she is in a helping mode, she will dig out the things that you most need to hear. It comes from a place of helpfulness, for she knows no other way.

The Story Begins

We made our way to the House of Healing (the building where the workshop would take place) and we each found our place in the circle. I liked that the room was set up in that way. I like working with people in a circle whenever I can, and I noticed there was a doorway, an opening, in the circle. This is important, as it allows the circle to breathe. It makes room for Spirit to enter, and for energy to flow out when needed. It helps to maintain the balance of energy in the circle.
That first day, I was drawn to sit on one side of the Gateway, or opening. My daughter chose a spot in one of the directional quadrants of the circle. I cannot properly orient you to the directions here, as the location is not familiar to me (I was among the trees in upstate New York) so I don’t know whether the Eastern Gate was the one that was open.
I am full of excitement and anticipation. I have longed to have a physically embodied  teacher for years, and was looking forward to this experience. Not that the meta-physical Masters who have provided my training are not appreciated, but sometimes it is helpful to be able to have conversations with a soul that is currently inhabiting a physical body as I am.
We open the circle with the flinging of a drum stick. My greatest fear is realized in that very moment: the drumstick has singled me out to go first. I am disoriented and confused, and it takes me a moment to collect myself. The thing I hate the most is to have the spotlight shone on me. It usually means trouble is coming, and that is not what I wanted for myself this week. I stand and gather myself together. Silence, then I speak the name of the body, which is how I will be identified for the time of the workshop.
An observation is made that, since I seem confused about my name, perhaps that is why the Universe is also confused. I will ponder this input, as I do all things, but the confusion and disorientation was a result of the darn drumstick drawing attention to me right out of the gate…and I think that pun is intentional!
I may have had trouble with my name, but I was very clear about my intention. I won’t go into something, especially something like this, without a clear intention. I want Spirit to understand what it is I want from the opportunity.
My experience has usually been that having others’ energy focused on me brings me only grief in some form or another, unless it happens in one-on-one situations, or smaller groups, or I am presenting something to people who have chosen to come and sit with me. Sometimes even then, there is challenge. I learned this past week that I tend to get nervous and naturally seem to put up a shield in such situations. This tactic is received in different ways by people.
I know I am a catalyst (a person or event that quickly causes change or action). There is nothing I can do about it, and I try not to take this personally, but dammit, it seems I am also human. (At least I am playing one on this stage right now.) Sometimes it’s difficult to separate myself from the experience. Sometimes, I do lose my focus. Let’s just say here that the catalyzing started almost immediately.
I also want to point out that I am looking at all of this in hindsight, that I have had some time to garner some awareness about what was going on. I will also admit that for most of the time, I was confused and spent most of my time begging to be shown the “Why” of all of this.
Remember what I’ve said before: The Universe does not waste energy. You will know what you need to know when you need to know it, and not one moment sooner. This awareness is what helped sustain me through what unfolded with magnificent and absolute perfection over the next few days, even when it didn’t feel so much like perfection when I was in it.

Enough for now. More to come.

The mood of the warrior who enters into the unknown is not one of sadness; on the contrary, (s)he’s joyful because (s)he feels humbled by (her) great fortune, confident that (her) Spirit is impeccable, and above all, fully aware of (her) efficiency. ~Don Juan Matus

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You Are Not Alone

The lyrics of a Michael Jackson song have been whirling around in my mind for a few hours, so let’s just see where that breadcrumb of inspiration will take us today.

“You are not alone, I am here with you, though we’re far apart, You’re forever in my heart…”

Though there may be times in our lives when we feel alone and unsupported, that is definitely not the case. My recent ‘road trip’ is a good example of how, if we open ourselves to the help, assistance from Spirit is always at the ready.

As I write these words, I feel the presence of my Guidance Team moving in more closely. In the most difficult of times, I can still feel the love and support they give me. There have been a number of occasions in the past months when, for various reasons, I have felt a bit isolated and alone. Yet still I could feel the love from my unseen helpers whenever I opened myself to Spirit.

The beauty of our incarnated situation is that each of us has a support team of spirit beings whose greatest delight and desire is to help us move along our path. We receive gentle promptings and persistent prodding from these most patient of Beings. (I sometimes wonder if their lesson in working with the more stubborn among us is patience!) They also protect us, as much as they can, from harm, and often from ourselves.

I believe their greatest sorrow is that we don’t ask them enough to help us. For that is the thing we need to remain aware of: They cannot interfere with our choices, our free will. To do so is a violation of the First Law of the Universe.

If you can conceive of a way a being without the limitations of a physical body could help you, then its likely they have the ability to make a difference for you. Do you want to conquer your addiction to cigarettes, alcohol or maybe food? Ask for a special guide to be assigned to help you with it, so that you have the strength and clarity to make better decisions.

A Woman does tai chi.Want to raise the fitness level of your physical body? Ask for help. Expressing your desire clearly and stating your intention will focus the energy. You may find yourself feeling more like a walk in the morning or evening, or you might decide you want to try something new, like a yoga class or some Tai Chi, or maybe Zumba.

With the help of your guides and angelic guardians, you can accomplish more than you could on your ‘own’, and you don’t need to have special intuitive abilities to be able to connect with your Special Team, either.

What would you like more clarity about? Your past lives, your current life purpose, Higher Wisdom? Perhaps you want to express your creativity. All of this and more is available to you if you are willing to follow some simple steps to help you begin to connect with Spirit.

The next article will introduce you to some of the spirit guides and angel guardians that stand ready to assist.

We are not alone. They are here with us. Always. In all ways. And we are blessed.

Inner guidance is heard like soft music in the night by those who have learned to listen. ~Vernon Howard

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Morning Coffee – Now, for the Rest of the Story

GalãoOn my way home from this last weekend, I stopped in Kansas City to visit with a wonderful woman who owns a small store there. She is Penny, my penny from Heaven. She is following her dream of providing people a place to come and explore all things spiritual, and has a vibrant little oasis of Light in the Northland at 7711 North Oak Trafficway, Gladstone, MO.

The name of the store is Mystic Treasures. It is mystical, and she is a treasure, so it works for me.

For any of you who are reading this article, and who live anywhere near this location, if you have not paid her a visit, I would encourage you to do so. It is together that we will shift the energy, and her intention is to bring more Light to that area of the country. She also has some wonderful stones, an extensive library, mystical items of all kinds, and a schedule of various offerings in the reader and healer realms.

Also, there are events such as a pretty powerful Violet Flame Meditation that she leads there each month, a Reiki share where anyone can come for some healing if they feel they need it, and various guest speakers who visit to bring their energies to the location. Recently, someone from the John of God casa in Brazil came and offered some incredible energy healing. If there is something here that piques your interest, I would encourage you to check it out.

Look her up on Facebook for now, but know that a web presence is coming soon. I can give her this as a gift for all she has so generously, and without hesitation, done for me in the past few months.

I was going to write about something else this fine morning, but this is what emerged. Hopefully, there are some here who live there and who will now be encouraged to meet Penny and visit her wonderful little store. She built it for you, won’t you give it a look?

Coffee cup’s empty.  Now go have a glorious day. I know I will.

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