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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The National Spiritual Alliance

This past Sunday I attended a "first" for me. Chris drove me to Lake Pleasant, Massachusetts for a 2pm service at The National Spiritual Alliance, a Spiritualist church not far from Greenfield, MA. I was quite excited because this was a leap for me as I haven't attended a church service of any kind in a long time.

Chris opted to read a book on the very beautiful Lake Pleasant whilst I "did my thing." I don't blame him. All of what I'm involved in is still so new. If someone had told me even 5 years ago that I'd find myself on the doorstep of a Spiritualist church I would have scratched my head because I would have had no idea WHAT a Spiritualist church even was!

Outside of the church I spotted a gentleman who gave off kindly vibes. I introduced myself to him and he was pleased that my name was Jenny, also the name of one of his sisters. His name was Bernie, and his welcome was...well, welcome to me...as he suggested I sit next to him "like a daughter." The church building itself appeared to be quite old and unpretentious. We climbed the stairs, where pews and a pulpit were waiting for us. Rev. Eileen McGrath, a visiting reverend I believe, was to lead our group...a small group because apparently there was a psychic fair the day prior that drew many from the congregation and because of this they didn't show up for the Sunday service.

I LOVED the service...informal, yet steeped in interesting history. On the National Spiritual Alliance (TNSA) website, there's the following link regarding the Lake Pleasant "camp" which began in 1874, The First Spiritualist Campground ~ 1872-1972). Also on the website is how TNSA became TNSA:
"The National Spiritual Alliance of the United States of America originated with issuance of incorporation papers September 12, 1913, by the Secretary of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts."
"The New England Spiritualist Campmeeting Association (NESCA) was affiliated with the National Spiritualist Association of Churches, based in Lily Dale, New York. The National Spiritual Alliance (TNSA) formed after members of NESCA were unable to resolve philosophical differences (primarily regarding reincarnation) and decided to follow separate Spiritualist paths. NESCA members who did not believe in reincarnation -- contending that reincarnation would be retrogressive, not progressive, and is also unproved -- continued affiliation with the National Spiritualist Association of Churches, while members who believed that reincarnation was a learning vehicle which assisted the soul's progression toward perfection split from NESCA and formed the independent TNSA. Lake Pleasant was thus home to rival Spiritualist organizations each with its own temple and followers until the NESCA temple burned in 1955 and was not rebuilt. NESCA continued operations until 1976, before donating its remaining property to the Town of Montague and disbanding."
"TNSA continues to be an active organization. Several thousand people visit Thompson Temple annually to participate in Sunday services, Psychic Development Circles, Psychic Fairs, classes, workshops, and other offerings."
Regarding TNSA breaking away from NESCA, Chris and I commented on the way home how this reminds us of the Reformation and beyond. Where there are people, there's bound to be differences of opinions and philosophies, eh?!

The service was comprised of 3 main parts. #1) Healing. Before the healing part began, we were asked to write down in a little book anyone for whom we'd like to ask for healing and anyone who had died. Then two healers came up front and each stood behind a chair. Anyone in the pews who wanted healing were asked to come forward. I thought, "Might as well be me," and up I went. The healing was very much like what I had experienced and learned during SIT 1 (Please see the past post, Spiritual Insight Training 1.) at The Fellowships of the Spirit, this past May in Lily Dale, NY. I found out after the service that the man who attended me was a Shaman and had an accent...possibly German. His hands felt like they were on fire. I don't know much else about him because I didn't stay but a moment for the coffee social after the service, worrying about Chris waiting for me outside.

After the healing, part 2 of the service took place...the sermon. Rev. Eileen gave a good sermon on "cause and effect," which is basically based on the tenet that one reaps what they sow.

A bit of singing was sprinkled throughout the service, though there was no one present who could play the organ. I should add here that Chris was called in to play by me, but upon seeing that it was an organ rather than a piano, he moseyed back outside again. I thought it was good of him that he even came in willing to help, considering this was "not his journey." Well, at least he saw that the inside of the building was safe and nice and all was well.

Part 3 of the service was readings. Yes, psychic medium readings. How cool is that?!!!! Since it was a small group, Rev. Eileen did a reading for each of us. My reading was one of the last. She said that she saw a "roadster" type car and asked if antique cars had any meaning for me. The only thing at the time I could think of was how my brother, Bob, adored Corvettes and had a few in his younger years. But when I was going home, I thought of my various uncles and how two of them had at one time co-owned a garage/gas station. Perhaps Uncle John Ilk was coming through again in a reading. (Please see the past post: The Spring '10 Whole Health Expo; Gary McKinstry -....) Rev. Eileen continued and mentioned that I'm good as a public speaker and not at all afraid of doing so. She said she saw me on TV. I have been on TV several times when I worked as a historical interpreter at Black Creek Pioneer Village in Toronto, Canada. Perhaps I'll be on TV again! She said I'd be writing more books than the one which was about to come out. Rev. Eileen mentioned that my Chris is very intuitive himself and that he's often quite correct with his first hunches. I wryly said, "Yes." And with tongue-in-cheek said, "Unfortunately, at times." She asked if I had any questions. I asked what I needed to know about upcoming school? Rev. Eileen said, "Don't go into deep debt for school. Don't go under. Monies will be forthcoming...perhaps from grants." She stressed that what I'll be getting from school will be coming regardless of school.

Bernie walked me out after the service. We walked along the bridge which is made up of boards inscribed with the names of past and present church members. When we realized that Chris was waiting in the car, Bernie came over to introduce himself to Chris. Somehow the topic of conversation landed on what each of our astrological signs were. When Bernie realized that Chris was a Cancer Sun, the same sign as Bernie's crossed over wife of many years, he said that Chris "...keeps the home going well; looks after his own." That is soooooo very true. Bernie mentioned he had a blog and e-mailed the blog address to me: Messages From Spirit. VERY interesting reading! VERY interesting man!

I have a feeling I'll visit this church and those kind people again in the future. I do want to check out other Spiritualist churches, as well...in particular when I'm in NYC. Have YOU visited or do you now attend a Spiritualist church? If so, we'd love to hear of your experiences, please. Thank you.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Darkest Before The Dawn


I keep coming upon the phrase, "darkest before the dawn" quite a lot these days so I decided to tap out my thoughts on what it means to me.

Immediately what comes to mind are other phrases: The "hour" before the dawn. Things often go down before they head up. The good follows the bad. How low does one have to go? The lowest ebb... Etc.

The English theologian and historian, Thomas Fuller, was possibly the first to write in his religious travelogue, "A Pisgah-Sight Of Palestine And The Confines Thereof," in 1650: It is always darkest just before the Day dawneth. There's also a saying amongst the Irish peasantry: "Remember," they say, "that the darkest hour of all is the hour before day."

I doubt that there's anyone among us who hasn't felt sadness, despair...even unto hopelessness in their lives. It comes with the territory of being a spirit inhabiting a human body as we live our life on earth.

But why must we feel so low at times? Why does the down sometimes seem to have to happen before the up? Is this necessary to the equation of life? I think the answer lies within the lessons that we, ourselves, have chosen during our spiritual life between lives. It lies in the blueprint drawn up before we are conceived, born, and let out into the world at large. Let's face it...what would we learn if everything WAS only a bowl of cherries?

I don't like arguments any more than you do, but once in a great, great while, Chris and I have an argument. I can count on less than one hand the doozies over the course of 30 years of marriage. These are the ones that feel like the boiling tea pot has blown its lid. Try as we might, stuff gets brought up from the past...just when you think it was already dealt with and buried forever. Misunderstandings give way to hurtful mud-throwing. Things are said that under normal circumstances wouldn't be uttered even quietly, and possibly not even in our own minds. And then the silence. The awful silence. Each person involved licks their own wounds and comes up with umpteen reasons for the unfairness of what was said personally to them.

It's hard to say what is the darkest hour before the dawn in a fight. Is it when things are at their full-steam nastiest? Or is it during that time of silence when what was said can't be taken back? Or is it when each party has felt sorry for themselves enough and they finally SEE that they have hurt the other person that they love more than anything in the whole world?

I'd bet there's hardly a person who wouldn't say that making up after a terrible argument is beyond a relief. The air is clear. The sun is shining. Smiles replace tears.

I think I can understand why sayings such as the following have been written: Today's a new day. Start anew. Forgive and forget. Etc.

"When the first light of sun, Bless you. When the long day is done, Bless you. In your smiles and your tears, Bless you. Through each day of your years, Bless you." ~ Irish Blessing

"When I stand before thee at day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing." ~ Rabindranath Tagore

"One of the secrets of a long and fruitful life is to forgive everybody everything before you go to bed." ~ Ann Landers

"Every path has its puddle." ~ Proverb

"Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one that gets burned." ~ Buddha

"Darkness is only driven out with light, not more darkness." ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.Pic courtesy of Public Domain Pictures.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Personal Thoughts On Change

Not long ago on Facebook I quoted Carolyn Myss from her wonderful book, "Anatomy of the Spirit:"

"Every new crossroads means we enter into a new cycle of change - whether it be adopting a new health regimen or a new spiritual practice. And change inevitably means letting go of familiar people and places and moving on to another stage of life."

This quote keeps popping up in my head time and time again. It's a quote that feels like it's been pertinent for all of my life, but more so now than ever before.

On pondering, let me begin by saying that I've made a vow to myself not to hide nor belittle what's going on with me psychically to anyone who questions me. Anyone. That doesn't necessarily mean I'll go out and scream that I'm psychic to the world. I'll just be sure not to deny the gifts that have surfaced for me in this lifetime. Friend, Jenna, is adamant that I'm not newly learning to give readings or healings for the first time. She says I'm simply relearning it all. In other words, I already know how to read for people; the psychic gifts just needed to be reawakened. Friend and psychic healer, Lee, has said that I haven't seen anything yet regarding these gifts...just wait...all I need is to be is patient. Patience is not easy for me, to say the least.

I've also vowed not to say the following anymore: "I didn't ask for these gifts." That's not true. I did ask for them. See the past post,
Another Clairvoyant and Clairsentient Experience. And what's more, I'm very proud to be psychic and am ready to embrace the paths where these gifts will lead Chris and I. Something tells me that Chris and I will be even more of a team than we already are.

So, back to the quote. I'm pretty good at moving forward. Yes, I can be stubborn like lots of folks and tend to accept change, not to mention my friends' and teachers' suggestions, on my own terms. But what I do know about myself is that I need challenges to keep me interested; new paths to bring sparkle into my eyes and a rosy glow to my cheeks. After 30 years in the fiber arts, it's not that I still don't have a place in my heart for spinning, dyeing, and knitting...it's just that I feel like that cycle for me has more or less been completed. I've fulfilled my contract signed in-between-lives regarding the fiber arts. I can still spin, etc. but it's not to be my all-day-all-night pursuit. Instead, the fiber arts will now provide me with much needed balance (Thank you, Lee...I remember you insisting this would be so. You're right. Of course. LOL!)

What's not so easy for me regarding change is the "letting go" of friends and even family. There were folks that I thought would be present in my life...this lifetime...forever. I couldn't have predicted nor imagined that this would not be so.

Case in point: I had a girlfriend I had met in third grade. I had come to the parochial grade school because my family had just moved to that area in Detroit, and I noticed one girl seemed about as shy as I was at that time. We became friends. If I really was honest about this, I'd have to say we had very little in common then and even more so as the years wore on. But we had a mutual respect for each other and enjoyed taking bike rides together. Over the years we were there for each other more or less, celebrating our respective weddings, supporting each other during funerals, etc. She was made Godmother of my oldest son. Time went on and I left the Detroit area for good. She lives on the outskirts of Detroit to this day. Five years ago I came back to Michigan for my 30th high school reunion. I knew she'd want me to stay with her but I knew why I couldn't. It was no secret that she had been delving deeper and MUCH more strictly into the religion of our childhood upbringing. After years of being a "pick 'n choose" Catholic, I had moved on from this religion...kept the best of it; left the rest. Even during our phone conversations I felt like I was being preached to, and believe me, it didn't feel good being preached to by a childhood friend who was raised in the same religion as I had been. I got the sense that she thought I was going to hell in a handbasket. A final straw came when she had gone to a retreat and had told me that she had asked the group to pray for me; pray that I'd come back to my senses regarding religion; pray for something irregardless of how I felt about it. I KNEW I couldn't stay at her home when I came back to Detroit for the reunion. During a phone call, I told her as gently as possible that I could not tolerate being preached to. She hung up on me. I called back and apologized for having hurt her, but was not apologetic for the reason of why I said what I said. Our friendship was never the same. Eventually, she stopped talking to me altogether. Sad. To this day, I personally pray for her and her family. I don't pray for something she wouldn't want. What I do pray is
: "May the God power in me greet the God power in thee, (state name of person), in the power of the Holy Spirit for the highest good of all." I had learned that beautiful prayer from my friend, Lee, and more recently from Rev. Elaine at Spiritual Insight Training I (see the past post, Spiritual Insight Training 1). I also daily pray that a beautiful shawl of silver, gold, Light, and Love cover the shoulders of her and her family. And for the few other people in my life that I have felt the need to "let go," including a beloved sibling...or for those who have felt the need to let ME go...I pray the same two prayers and bid them peace and happiness always.

It's not easy to let go but it's sometimes necessary for reasons we don't always immediately understand.

What's your thoughts on change and letting go?

Sunday, June 13, 2010

God Is God ~ Joan Baez



Lyrics to God Is God
:
(Steve Earle)

I believe in prophecy.
Some folks see things not everybody can see.
And, once in a while, they pass the secret along to you and me.

And I believe in miracles.
Something sacred burning in every bush and tree.
We can all learn to sing the songs the angels sing.

Yeah, I believe in God, and God ain't me.

I've traveled around the world,
Stood on mighty mountains and gazed across the wilderness.
Never seen a line in the sand or a diamond in the dust.

And as our fate unfurls,
Every day that passes I'm sure about a little bit less.
Even my money keeps telling me it's God I need to trust.

And I believe in God, but God ain't us.

God, in my little understanding, don't care what name I call.
Whether or not I believe doesn't matter at all.

I receive the blessings.
That every day on Earth's another chance to get it right.
Let this little light of mine shine and rage against the night.

Just another lesson
Maybe someone's watching and wondering what I got.
Maybe this is why I'm here on Earth, and maybe not.

Chorus:
But I believe in God, and God is God.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Communicating With Those Crossed Over...and those not quite crossed over...

Two friends, both high school classmates from back in the '70s, have graciously agreed that I reprint their stories regarding communications with crossed over spirits and, in some cases, earthbound ghosts. Thank you so much, Mary, Kathy (Mary's sister), and Rose.

Mary wrote: I totally believe our loved ones can communicate with us if we have our hearts and minds open to it. A few of my family members have experienced such things and I absolutely believe they are true. One was my sister who lost her daughter in a car accident when she was thirteen. Although it was very hard on her she is so my inspiration. Her faith has helped and brought her through her darkest days. She has had many signs through the years but I am sharing a letter from her from one of her more meaningful signs.

Kathy wrote: Three weeks ago, a young girl joined our church choir. She just turned 14 years old. Since she sat next to me during rehearsal, I asked her name in which she answered, "Megan". She told me she was from Guam and visiting her aunt for the summer. After we sang one of the songs, she commented how beautiful my voice was and how it reminded her of her mother - that her mother had been an opera singer.

Since she was talking in past tense, I asked her where her mother was. She told me her mother died when she was 10 years old in a bicycle accident. The death was instant - a head injury. I told her I had a daughter, Meg, who also died instantly with a head injury. Megan was really drawn to me since we had some similarities in our life as well as her name being so much like my daughter's. Her attitude, by the way, is so refreshing and sweet. She knows her mom is in heaven with my Meg and has a good outlook on life.

Last Sunday, Megan sang with me at Mass. She has a lovely singing voice and we harmonized very well together. I felt I needed to tell you all the above so you can understand more fully what happened next. As I said, Megan really felt drawn to me.

Megan's aunt came up to me after Mass and asked if she could talk to me privately. Since I coordinate Grief Support Groups at my church, I naturally assumed she wanted to talk about the death of her sister-in-law and how her niece is adjusting. What she told me filled me with awe and brought tears of happiness to my eyes. I will try to relay it as close as possible to the way she talked to me: "Kathy, I am a very spiritual person. God has gifted me with a very special insight that most people do not have and I have something very important to share with you.
"Kathy, last February I was driving by and had an overwhelming urge to enter this church. I actually lived near Maryland (about a 40 minute drive from us) and had never been to St. Joseph's, but I felt God telling me that I must go in. As I opened the church door I heard you singing, "Hail Mary, Gentle Woman". It was so beautiful! You were practicing with a pianist and your voice was full of God's spirit. I prayed and listened to you for about a half hour. Then I realized they were setting up for Mass and decided to stay for the Service. But what I have to tell you about is what happened as I prayed and listened to you singing.

I had a vision from God. When I have visions, I don't actually see people, but silhouettes. This is what I saw. Your daughter, Meg, was standing next to you as you were singing. On the other side of you was my niece, Megan's, mother. Next to Meg was a tall gentleman. Did you have any male deaths in your family? (I told her no at first, other than my grandfathers' But that was so long ago. Then I remembered that Keith's dad died, Meg's grandpa, and she was very close to him.) Kathy, that is probably who the man was. Was he taller than you? (I said yes) Then I feel that is who he was. Kathy, Meg was holding a pink rose and told me to tell you the rose was for you and to let you know that she is all right." Helen (Megan's aunt) asked me if I knew the significance of the pink rose. I couldn't tell her then, especially since pink would have been the last color my tomboy daughter would have picked! But as I thought about it, I really do think I know what this means. I don't think the color is as important as the rose itself. Roses are often associated with the Blessed Mother. When Meg died, I prayed constantly to Mary, our Mother. I asked that she be with Meg and take care of her and welcome her with open arms. Since I could no longer take care of Meg, the only comfort that helped me accept was to know that the most perfect of all mothers had taken my place. I feel the rose was a sign from Mary telling me that she was and always has been with Meg. Remember the song I was singing when Helen entered the church? "Hail Mary, Gentle Woman"!

Helen also told me that the beginning of summer, she had a strong feeling that her niece had to come to the States for the summer. She didn't know why at the time, but it was so urgent that she called her brother-in-law in Guam and told him he had to send her to Pennsylvania. She could not help financially with the air fare, but that Megan really needed to be here. Megan's father scraped enough money together and also found an unheard of price and sent her out. Since Megan's been here, her mom's presence as been felt by Helen giving deep thanks for getting her daughter here. Now Megan's dad is coming in a couple of weeks. He hopes to find work and enroll Megan in our schools. We'll see what happens. If it's God's will, I'm sure it will work out fine.

Helen said that she felt God's presence so strongly at St. Joseph's and was so moved spiritually, that she moved to Dallastown (close to the church) and joined the parish soon after her vision. We both feel that God brought our families together in a very special way. Our loved ones are together in Heaven and they are looking down on us in prayer. It was extra special to know that Meg is with her grandpa and making new friends! The fact that Meg and Megan's mom died in similar ways makes me think they reached out to each other and are able to look after us all in a very blessed way. I thank God for bringing Helen and Megan into my life and giving me such a beautiful glimpse of how loved Meg is in Heaven. Not that I ever doubted it. It's just nice to be given these miracle messages from our Father in Heaven. God bless you all! Love, Kathy

Mary wrote: We went on a Gettysburg ghost walk this past weekend. Though I believe in these kind of things I am skeptical always looking for a hoax. Son of a gun! When my sister down loaded her pics there were orbs in several. One pic had many lights in a row. We thought it could have been soldiers lined up and firing rifles. Whatever it was I was there and ...

I wrote: Tomorrow would be my Dad's 96th birthday. He crossed over in August of 1983 and a day doesn't go by that I don't miss him. I know he's visiting when I smell cigarettes wafting about the house. And no, Chris and I don't smoke. My Dad never smoked cigars that I knew of, but he did smoke pipes. In fact, when I chose some things out of his top dresser drawer to remember him by, I chose a few of his pipes.

Rose wrote: My dad lets me find pennies where I swear there were none a minute ago...you may think me weird for this, but i swear it's true. My son lives with my ex-husband-now-boyfriend (I know) and there is a little boy that lives there. My son has seen him many times and I saw him tonight again. He is a flash in the corner of my eye. But one night when all was quiet and I was watching TV by myself, I swore someone was staring at me. When I looked up I saw a flash. He runs back and forth between my son's room and the rec room along a bridge. He is about 7-9 years old and I think his name is Michael. Later, I will tell you about the spirit that hitched a ride with me about 10 yrs ago...

Rose wrote: It was about ten years ago, and at that time, I was driving an Expedition. It was a sunny day and I was heading home from Target (my favorite store). I was coming up to a stop and looked in my rear view mirror and saw someone sitting in my back seat! He looked to be about 30 or so, brown hair with a beard, just looking out the window. Well it happened so fast I had to look again and he was gone. I went home and told everyone. No one believed me and thought I was a bit nuts (the usual reaction to all this stuff). When I pass that corner now, I always wonder if he'll hop in the back seat again. And who the heck was he anyway??

Rose wrote: Yes, they (Jenny notes: visits from spirits on the other side) are comforting and sometimes amusing. My dad is always present at Christmas and Easters, most summer holidays. He always gives us a little surprise --he had a wacky sense of humor..and we all know, Dad's here.

I would love to print YOUR spirit/ghost communication story on this blog. If you're interested, please send it via e-mail to: spinningjenny57@hotmail.com
Thank you!!

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Five FREE Empath Readings - June

It's June! Time again for my offer of 5 free Empath readings. The FIRST FIVE PEOPLE who not only contact me via e-mail but send a pic that follows my pic requirements as described in this past post, Empath Readings + Testimonials, will be chosen. See the same past post for info on what an empath reading is. Send your request AND pic to my e-mail address: spinningjenny57@hotmail.

I will list the first names of the first five people who respond to this offer on this post. Once the five people are listed, that's it for the FREE readings for that particular month. I'll repost this offer at the beginning of each month and the process will begin again. One free reading per year, per individual, please. However, do tell your friends and family about the offer.

#1. Marti - completed
#2. Ivonna - completed
#3. Winifred - completed
#4. Billy - completed
#5. Averil - completed

Thank you! I look forward to doing a reading for YOU!