A Day of Remembrance

For years now, I have been intrigued with cemeteries. Odd? Not to me. For as long as I could remember, even as a little girl, there was a feeling of being home, a feeling of peace and remembrance when visiting these sacred grounds. As a young girl, I recall that after attending funerals, we would go to the graveyard service for a final goodbye to a loved one. That wasn't only a final goodbye for me and I always disliked the feeling of pain and sorrow with this experience. So I used to wander off alone. Looking at all the graves, wondering who they were and what lives they once lived. I used to see young children born the same year or close to mine and wonder... what happened to them? Why were their lives cut short? Why was I spared? I would always feel comfort in cemeteries, the sun shining, a breeze and complete peace. I also remember feeling the presence.. I knew I wasn't alone. I could feel PRESENCE. I didn't know how to explain what I was feeling in my body at such a young age and I knew no one would understand or comprehend my knowing, so I suppressed what I felt, never to tell a soul.

Fast forward as an adult, I often as a Louisiana girl would visit New Orleans. Although Nawlins is not where I am from in this lifetime, I have an awareness that I lived there in a past life. I recall on the many drives to New Orleans, I would always feel the energy of the city an hour before we finally arrived. I knew I was close to home. New Orleans feels like home every time I go. I always drive into the city instead of flying because it carries an experience and energy that a plane can't provide, a remembrance and energy of the past. As soon as I would drive into the city, I felt alive and the first thing I would see were the cemeteries from the highway. The energy always felt so strong when driving past them and I always wanted to go visit them, but why? During this time in my adult life, I was fully aware of my ability to feel energy and have psychic abilities but it didn't dawn on me that I also had mediumship within me. I didn't speak on them but would allow these abilities to be expressed sometimes unconsciously. Whenever I felt a thing, people listened and to my surprise honored my knowing. My abilities in this great town were always enhanced to the highest power. I cant explain it. It felt like paradise, to be myself fully. New Orleans was my very first experience with telepathy. I remember going to this huge courtyard in the middle of downtown. It was a very strong spiritual presence. There were all these classroom sized desks lined up in the courtyard with readers, physics and mediums ready to serve those that needed guidance. It was absolutely beautiful to me, but the person I was with was freaked out although I was intrigued.. I recall walking past a desk where a woman sat, we both gazed at each other as if we knew one another. She felt safe to me. I knew in that moment she knew me too as she smiled, dressed in black, stringy black hair and very powerful energy. I walked past her and smiled, she smiled back and I felt and heard someone say: "Why are you with him? You can do so much better"...Whoa, a soft chuckle came out of me. Let's just say that she absolutely was right and I never forgot about her cause she was a guide for me, giving me a message in this lifetime, just like the past lifetime when we knew each other in New Orleans. She wanted me to know that I was being held back from my true work and purpose by being with this person. How profound :) I didn't want to leave the courtyard, but its easy to dishonor yourself when you are not with your person, hence her message to me.

Now in this present, I do go to graveyards to give honor and hold space for those souls. I have history from a past life in New Orleans where I did a lot of work in graveyards, hence why I enjoy going in this lifetime. Remembering who I am, who I was. I recently went and connected with a very young girl. She died from a preventable disease, if treated holistically. Her family of course had no awareness of natural remedies. This is why she connected with me and told me all of this cause she knew I could have helped her. She was so happy and joyful within her transition. She had only died 2 months prior to that day. She wasn't in any more pain. The reason she connected with me was because she wants me to help others. She wanted me to remember how powerful I am and to help little girls like her. I cried at her grave but she was so joyful, I couldn't cry for long. She didn't want me to be in despair, but to go forward on my path helping others to live their lives fully with real healing.

Today is Memorial Day in this human experience. I pray today you remember..