energy shift recipe - serve hot

Energy Shift Recipe. Pass it on.

Ingredients:
~ Firey sparkles of timeliness
~ Rolling waves of boundaryless spaciousness

Preparation:
~ Merge together with a sense of everythingness and nothingness.
~ Add a dash of evolutionary momentum the intensity of thunder and the pace of creating mountains.
~ Chuckle with the delicious ironic effortlessness of such a monumental creative task.

Stir. Notice what you thought you were making was already here beyond the thought! Ha!
Not what you were expecting. Ahh!

Brings to awareness all you truly are. I AM. Voilà!

Serve to all humanity. Pass it on.

i just walked over and kissed her

"I saw a girl go by and felt that I needed to meet her. I gave her a kiss on the cheek after I introduced myself. She said she just sent out to the universe that a man would come out of the ether and kiss her," a friend just shared with me.

Imagine being connected like that all the time, in synchronicity with each other.
When messages go out, and we are in tune, we are meeting each others' needs when it aligns with ours.

We are connected. We are a walking antennae. We have choice to opt into this flow in service to each other and to ourselves.

Tips for Synchronistic Connections:
"I'm open. I'm available.
Happy to be of service today just beep me in."
(Be open to this taking a surprising form. 3 different times I did this I helped a turtle cross the road. Seriously. )

"I'm open. I'm available.
I welcome messages coming to me about _________."
(Messages may be in the form of songs, magazines, letters in the mail, a word from a stranger, a call from someone, a visit in a dream, an email ....I get emails all the time about questions I put out in the Universe.)

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I walk around like this all time. It's beautiful. You'll catch eyes with people. You'll connect. It's lovely. It's spirited living.
And when you share your story, it grows...others tune in, too...love to hear your stories and comments....

the big "O" reading...when intuitive guidance delights

one of my funniest readings ever...when intuitive guidance surprises and delights...

My client looked at me like a deer in headlights. Nervous. What would I tell her?

I affirmed to myself my intention to be truthful, relevant, loving, serving her highest good...and how about some humor to make this easier for her!? Oh, did we get it!

What comes (excuse the pun) to me as guidance is "Orgasm".

Orgasm? What am I supposed to tell her about an orgasm? I wait for more guidance and nothing 'downloads.' So I start asking questions?

• Is there a conflict or concern about orgasms? No.
• Am I supposed to teach her about having orgasms? Odd, I suppose I did say I'm willing to be of service and teaching about having orgasms could sure spread happiness, but not what I had in mind. lol. No.
• Am I just horny and this message is for me and not her? Laugh. No.
• Breathe. More questions. Still nothing else.
• She's come to me for spiritual guidance and all I've got is orgasm. Can I do this work? I'm open to please have some specifics to help her!?! Breathe.
• Breathe. Same message. Orgasm. Nothing else.

Okay. I know how this works. The message is for her, not me. Just say it. See what happens. Sometimes a client understands when I don't. Sometimes the rest of the message flows through once I start speaking.

"Well. I see a (and as soon as I start talking, and trust the message and stop doubting myself, the rest flows like river) Oh. I see. I see you leaving a job that didn't give you an orgasm. You just couldn't get the big O there. You thought it was the perfect job for you, but it was never satisifying. My guidance shows your perception is correct. This job will not be satisifying. It is wise to leave this job."

The client cracks up! "Yes, I just resigned a couple days ago. I was feeling guilty about it, like there was something wrong with me because it was supposed to be the perfect job. But I was unhappy. Thanks for confirming my decision."

Deer in headlights gone and she's fully open now, too. Divine humor. Lovely.

The reading goes on full of specific guidance about her life's purpose and patterns, talents and how to work with them, a new business opportunity, choices about having children and other critical and highly specific topics.

Half way through the reading....and my guidance is that it's time for "hard wood".

All I can think about is the relationship to orgasm, ahem, and how 'hard wood' is good. Oh my. Do I need sex or something? What is up with this message? Is this about sex? Am I missing something? Breathe. Yep. Just say it, Meredith.

"Hun. Not sure what this means, but I see it is time for hard wood, " I share.

She chuckles and tells me she totally knows what that means. And again, once I let the guidance flow, more follows, "Oh. Me, too. I see you working with wood. Taking trees and shaping them into objects." She confirms.

"Yes, working with this wood is very good for you. In fact, it is your orgasm! Wink. Really. You can pour yourself into this. But I am getting the guidance that this is not for financial comfort, just the orgasm. Enjoy it. Keep the new business for prosperity."

Well, I learned to continue to ask for humor, along with the truth and service. I was reminded that intuitions often arrive like breadcrumbs: follow one and the next shows itself. And it is fun to be surprised and delighted in a reading. Just ask for it. Synchronicities and coincidences of humor and joy will find you.

Let intuition be a delight.

would you watch?

The recent incident of the man who was struck by a car and others watched without helping him is sparking much discussion about our culture's willingness to help others.

We all want to believe we'd help someone in need. But do we do actually do it when the opportunity arises? Or do we hesitate? Do we watch? Are we afraid of making things worse? Are we waiting for someone else to do it?

1) What would you want done if that was you or your father or child?
2) What will you do this week to actively engage in helping someone else...in a little or big way?

Don't just spectate. Participate.

how come I can talk to spirits, but not people. this party is boring.

This party is overwhelming. There are so many people. I feel so crowded in these spaces. How come I can talk to spirits but not people.

It’s just my mood I guess. I can be so painfully shy sometimes, even though I'm getting better. In a small conversation though I come to life. Driving to this party, I knew I was going to meet someone who would be really into what I do and that it was important to talk about it. But this was a party full of professors. “What do you do?” “I’m an intuitive. I am a psychic and help people connect with their natural intuition.” “Oh. So I’m writing this book right now about linguistics.” Most of the time people are curious. Not so much tonight. Fine by me. I guess I could tell them I’m a dog trainer, or a chef, just for fun. Nah.

Then a guy says, “My friend is really going to want to talk to you. But I’m warning you. He’s going to try to talk you out of what you do because he’s very religious.” Aha. There he is. I knew someone was here. An hour later, this marine opened up about his exposure to negative spirits as a child and how it is so bad. I shared so many lovely, joyful stories about my intuitive experiences.

I reminded him psychics are just people:

• There are lawyers who’ll steal your money, and lawyers that will work tirelessly to defend and protect you.
• There are surgeons who wouldn’t think twice about cutting you open because they want to. And there are surgeons who’d happily say you just need some rehab.
• There are priests who rape children. There are priests that are true servants of love.
• Same with psychics. Some are doing good work. Some negative. They’re just people.

You decide who you want to tune into. It’s up to you.

We shared lovely stories that night. And for a bonus he went up to my boyfriend and told him I am a truly amazing woman and he’s lucky to have me and shouldn’t let me go. Bonus. Ding. Thanks.

move your energy a little to the left, would ya?

During Aikido practice, we were practicing a touch point at people’s necks where you can hold a person in such a way to move them away from you so you are safe. We had to stand next to a partner and keep moving the neck until we found the spot. My partner was so uncomfortable and stiff. It was a bit hard to find the spot. I could feel her energy squirming and pushing me away. Then she said aloud that she hates this stuff because it invades her space.

I pictured moving all of my energy to my side, withdrawing it completely away from her. She immediately relaxed and then I found the spot. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” That was cool. Glad it helped. Then I sent her love. There are all kinds of uses for this sixth sense day-to-day. Who knew.

a detour home from school

Driving my son home from school I felt suddenly pulled to look back over my shoulder and to my right in the trees off the side off the side of the road. There was a young boy standing there, shivering, back in the trees. I turned around and pulled over. It was pouring rain and this boy was standing in the trees crying. I asked my son to come with me so it would put the boy more at ease and we walked through the grass, over to the trees and to the boy.

“Hi there. Sure is raining hard. This is my son Chad. I bet you don’t usually stand out in the rain. Can Chad help you get back to your daycare or house with an adult?”

The boy’s crying slowed and he shared his name. He was no more than 6 years old and had gone home accidentally instead of day care and was locked out of his house. We found out the name of his daycare which was actually not that far from where we were. We decided to walk there, even though it was pouring, so the boy wouldn’t have to get in our car…not a good idea with a stranger. We walked him inside and found his teacher who knew him. He smiled, turned to go change out of wet clothes and go play.

I know my sixth sense drew me to that boy when I wouldn’t normally look there. It was nice sharing that experience with Chad. He has such a calm way about him and put the boy right at ease.

the bar? okay, if you say so.

Driving to a party to see friends from college. Really looking forward to getting there and capturing up. On the way, I feel drawn to grab a drink at bar/restaurant. Odd, I don’t ever just go grab a drink. And I want to get to the party. Must be one of those signs and I should go. “The bar? Okay, if you say so.” I talk to myself a lot. My Higher Self, but to others, I’m simply mad. Ha. So I sit at the bar. Have a great bourbon and coke. Not really sure why I’m there but open to the possibilities. Worst that happens is I get a drink and go. No big deal.

Lady next to me strikes up a conversation. We talk about eating crabs, which I love. It’s winter, and it would be fun to go to Captain Pells Crabhouse soon. Her boyfriend is here and speaks of his kids. Ahh. This is why. I fill with warmth and say, “Your kids really love you.” Not sure why. But knew it was right. He looked at me in disbelief and became overwhelmed with emotion. Excused himself and regained composure. Came back and said, “Who are you. I really needed to hear that. Thank you so much for touching me that way.” I smiled. It’s great being psychic. I don’t know what’s going on in that man’s life. Nor do I want to because it’s none of my business. But just driving by, spirit knew I could be of service in just that moment in such a simple way. Lovely.

Oh, and the drinks that night were all on the house. Cute bartender. Or the Universe thanking me. Either way, appreciated. Off to the party.