Morning Coffee – 2017

As the rain pours down outside, I greet this day with a delightful cup of coffee. I haven’t shared a cup with you for quite some time. Pull up a chair. Pour yourself a cup. Let’s talk awhile.

So when was the last time you actually sat across from another human being in a focused way and had a conversation that didn’t involve your thumbs?

Can you remember the most recent time you listened with your full attention to someone share something with you?

I’ve noticed that people can’t be without their ‘phones’ even for a few short hours. Even when in a class, I often see a subtle checking of the phone. I don’t like the ubiquitous presence of these electronic attention-grabbers. It takes the person out of the present moment, and according to all the wisdom teachings, the present moment is the place of true power.

The power to change our past, our futures, individually and collectively. But we’re too busy checking our emails.

Recent research shows, and some programmers that are ‘in the know’, have begun to speak up about how our devices are being engineered to capture our attention. Our basic human instincts are being used against us, to cause us to become addicted to our electronic devices.

I’m beginning to be concerned that the newest form of slavery has invisible chains. How is this going to change the trajectory of the collective? That remains to be seen. The one thing I hang my hopes on is the power of our free will to choose what we will and will not allow in our lives.

I long for the days when the phones were tethered to the walls of our homes, and if you wanted to make a call when you were away from home, you had to find a ‘phone booth’.

When is the last time you saw one of these? They have virtually disappeared from the landscape, and nobody even seems to have noticed.

Think about it: if you needed to make a call, you actually had to stop what you were doing, and make that call. You didn’t have the ability to walk down the street and make a call. You had to pay attention to what you were doing in the moment. You had to fish for coins, find the number, dial the number, wait for the other party to answer, have your conversation, and then hang up before you continued on with your day.

Now you shoot them a quick text and wait for the ping of your phone to let you know they’ve responded. So, how present are you, anyway? So much is lost in written communication. Where is the voice inflection? The expression on the speaker’s face? Their body language is also an important part of the process. It’s ironic to me that despite our increased ability to stay connected, we are actually more disconnected from each other than ever.

Since when is it inspired advice to have a ‘family dinner’ one night a week? When did dinners around the table complete with conversation about our day go the way of the phone booth?

Our awareness has been shrinking of late, not expanding. I encourage you to spend a day, yes a day, without your phone. Turn it off. Leave it home. Notice your physiological responses. Notice how many times you reach for it to check your ‘messages’ and perhaps you will begin to understand how ‘dependent’ you’ve become. Then ask yourself if it truly benefits you to be constantly ‘connected’ in that way.

The next time you meet someone for lunch or a cup of coffee, why don’t you both turn off your phones and spend the time fully engaged with another human being? They are worth your attention. You are worth your attention.

Well, my friends, the coffee cup is empty, and it’s time for me to go about my day. Thanks for sitting with me. Thanks for listening.

All original material is (c) 2017, Julia Marie. All rights reserved.

Indifference and neglect often do more damage than outright dislike. ~ JK Rowling

Companions I’ve Met Along the Way

Meeting Solomon, ‘Getting’ Charlie

I don’t often get a clear name from Spirit. When I do, I pay attention. During a group meditation exercise one day, a tall man with a fierce look on his face appeared before me. I quickly became aware of sensations in my forehead, throat, chest and diaphragm areas. Energy seemed to be swirling and pulsing in those areas. I knew the being standing before me was responsible for those sensations.

solomoncolordrawingI 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.’)

Solomon made his presence known in my life and my energy field for a specific purpose, perhaps 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.

I’ve not felt his presence this powerfully since then, but I am aware of him with me now.

Who is Solomon? I suspect he is my Alchemist, perhaps requested by my Chemist. I don’t know the name of my Chemist – the guide responsible for the balance of the physical body and its systems, but the Alchemist would be in charge of the shifting and changing of the subtle bodies to assist in tolerating the increasing vibrations occuring on the planet.

In the past few years, I’ve also come to understand who Charlie is, and how he helps me move through life.

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 a 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.

The most important thing I’ve learned  through understanding more about my guides 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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Giving Thanks – Be Grateful for Every Day

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I give thanks for the opportunity to serve in each moment as God would see fit to use me.   I give thanks for all those who see the Truth of Me. I give thanks for the sun that rises, for … Continue reading

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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Right Place, Right Time

This is another woman’s story, but it bears repeating because it illustrates the point that if we listen – and sometimes even when we don’t – we end up right where we need to be.

omeletlgg2One morning, everything had gone wrong. The children were late for the school bus, she spilled coffee on her new white shirt, and breakfast was complete chaos. In an effort to make up for some lost minutes, and hoping to at least get to her workplace almost on time despite the harrowing start to her day, the woman chose to take an alternate route to work instead of her regular one hoping to avoid the worst of the traffic.

She almost made it to her job, but as she sat in her car at a stop sign barely two blocks from her destination, she was suddenly rear-ended. That did it. It was the last thing she needed, a fitting conclusion to an absolute nightmare of a morning commute.

When she jumped out of her car and headed back to see if the other driver was ok – and to give the person a piece of her mind, she saw a young mother wildly struggling to reach into the back seat where a small child sat strapped in a car seat.

“She’s choking!’ the young mother cried.

childincarseatThe woman was trained in the Heimlich maneuver because she worked at a preschool, so when she tore open the back door and found a little girl, eyes wide, and no sound coming from her throat, she followed the steps she’d been taught. Seconds later, a chunk of banana popped out of the little girl’s mouth and the child began to cry.

The young mother was weeping too, and thanked the woman for saving her child from choking while apologizing for the dented bumper.

The woman glanced at the child, looked at the young mother, and then at the wrinkled metal of her car.

‘It’s ok,’ she responded, ‘this is exactly where I was supposed to be this morning.’

A day that had started out with absolutely nothing going right turned into someone being exactly where they needed to be with the skill set that was needed at that exact moment.

A crunched bumper plus a stained shirt, some late for the school bus children, and an exasperated woman choosing an alternate route in order to make up some lost time, was the cost of putting this young mother’s ‘angel’ in the right place at the right time.

How can this be random chance? I say it is a beautiful example of the Divine Plan working exactly as it should. The spilled coffee, late children and burned breakfast might not have been necessary if the tardy woman was used to paying attention in the moment and took another route just because she ‘felt’ it was what she needed to do that day.

We become hypnotized by our routines, and it is difficult to break that trance, especially when we don’t know we are in one. When is the last time you allowed yourself to be ‘led’ by Spirit?

Everything…affects everything. ~Jay Asher

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Morning Coffee – Seasons’ Change

Cafés_bombón_-_Burgos I could feel the first nip of coolness in the early morning air today. Fall, with all its glorious color, is on the way. There is an end to the summer’s heat. Just like last year, and the year before.

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Just as night follows day, Autumn follows Summer, and introduces the hibernation of Winter and rest for the natural world.

And just as people come into our lives and then leave it, life goes on. I have been doing more work with bringing messages through from loved ones on the other side, and this weekend was particularly poignant.

Angel of the Violet Flame

Original Acrylic painting by Julie Marie C2012

I did a gallery demonstration for about 50 people, and in the moments before I began the work, I started receiving impressions from the other side. One impression in particular gave me goose-flesh, so I knew it was important. I drew a sketch of a standing angel, I sensed a young female (someone’s daughter, someone’s child) and heard the words “My little angel”.

I am still a skeptic when it comes to this work, and the fact that the spirit was that of a young child made me nervous. I was hesitant to bring this energy forward, but I had explained to the group that Spirit knows what it is doing, and that I give what I get as it comes to me.

As I neared the end of my time, I kept being drawn to the sketch of the angel, so I surrendered and told the group that I had one last spirit I needed to acknowledge before we closed. I gave the information that had been given to me, but no one claimed it. I reminded them that perhaps it would come to them later, thanked them for coming and for the privilege of bringing through their loved ones, and thanked the spirits for coming.

I was puzzled as the feeling was so strong with this young female, yet no one responded to it. Perhaps I’d gotten my wires crossed somehow. I went back to the table and continued working.

The next day, a young man in his thirties came to the table. He said he wanted to learn something about his stepdaughter who had passed because his other daughter was having difficulty about the passing. I agreed to try to connect with her, and as I gave the information as it came to me, I could see his face change.

The last thing I was impressed  to say to him was that the child wanted him to buy a small cherub statue and give it to his other daughter as a gift. The young man’s mother came up behind him then, and I recognized her from the gallery. She then told me that as she was sitting in the hallway after my presentation, it came to her that the reference I had made to “my little angel” belonged to her.

She had told her son about it, and that is how he came to my table the next day. I appreciated that the woman did not make herself known until after I had given him the message. It was good validation for me that I had heard the message properly the day before.

I thanked them for allowing me to bring the rest of the message to them from this little girl. I was glad to have been able to bring some comfort to them, and hopefully to the surviving sister.

I am grateful that I surrendered to the change in my life-seasons. I resisted this transition for many years, but it has brought me the greatest satisfaction. I did not want to be the bridge between this world and the next. In retrospect, I can see the irony in that. How can we not want to be that which we are?

Find your perfect season. Then be it. And when it comes time to change, follow Mother Nature’s lead and move with grace into the next season of your life.

Now go have a glorious day. I know I will.

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