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Sunday, July 15, 2012

Unexpected Visitation

I've been waiting to write about my recent stay in Lily Dale, NY because so many amazing things happened I wasn't sure where to start. I have to admit I wasn't sure I even should consider sharing what I've written about below, if but for no other reason than my admittedly rather weak concern what folks might think about me. But then I got a firm nudge that this is no time to start worrying about THAT! LOL! After all, I've previously shared the two other 'visitations' from Spirits who have quite literally materialized before my eyes: The Hungarian Lady and Tubing Down The Apple River...so why not this third incident?! Why not, indeed!

I'll start by saying that the vibes/energy level in Lily Dale are extraordinary on all counts. Simple as that, but oh-so-profound.

The Herbalist and I stayed at a Cottage in Lily Dale for all but one of the nights of our trip. It was opening week of Lily Dale's 2012 'Season,' where lots of classes and events are offered. A wonderful group of Tibetan Monks were present during this first week and many folks came to Lily Dale primarily for the Monks' programs. The Herbalist and I, however, were there to take Janet Nohavec's 3-day workshop (3 hours per day), "Evidential Mediumship."

There's a well-equipped kitchen in the finished basement of the Cottage that The Herbalist and I cooked most of our meals in. Adjoining the kitchen area was a 'TV' room, and a few table-clothed tables to eat meals at. The backyard of the Cottage is right on the lake and we often ate outside, as well.

One evening, about mid-trip, I noticed a man watching TV. In fact, he seemed to watching a lot of TV. I also noticed that he sometimes just left the TV going even though he had left the room for long periods of time. For some reason this stood out because it seems to me that not many folks these days just leave a TV running for no reason. But no matter. He seemed very nice.

The following morning I was up early to make coffee for The Herbalist and I. Actually, I woke early each morning of our trip with no help from any alarm, rising as the birds were beginning to sing. This man came downstairs as I was getting the coffee brewing. He was smiling and seemed very kind, with a definite twinkle in his eyes. I asked him if he was taking a class that day. He said yes and said he'd go get a Lily Dale catalog so I could read about it. The class focused on the fact that every form of life has a spirit...animals, plants, trees, crystals, etc. The aim of the class was to help people reconnect to these spirits around them for the highest and best of all. I told the man that I thought the class sounded fabulous. He seemed pleased with my enthusiasm. He then left and I got on with thinking about breakfast, but before I knew it he was back. He asked me to close my eyes and hold out both hands, palms up. I did as he asked, feeling quite comfortable with his request. He placed three objects in my hand. One was decidedly warm/hot. He asked me to choose one for myself. I could then tell that they were crystals and I chose the warm/hot one. He told me to keep my eyes closed and pick one for 'my friend.' I didn't even know he realized I was traveling with a friend. I picked a crystal for her. I never saw the third crystal. Mine was a beautiful, textured amethyst point. The Herbalist's was polished snowflake obsidian. I thanked him profusely and we hugged. Next thing I knew he was gone. I never saw him again. But the Herbalist relayed that this man had opened one of the doors for her when I was still downstairs, however at the time she didn't know he had gifted her a crystal. The Herbalist never saw him again either.

A few days went by. The Herbalist and I were immersed in our class with Janet Nohavec which was fantastic in very way. In the afternoons I made it a point to do platform readings at Lily Dale's famous "Stump" and the "Forest Temple." These experiences were so wonderful in many, many ways. I love to serve Spirit.

On the evening before the Herbalist and I were to leave Lily Dale, we wanted to take a walk, however it was raining, along with some thunder and lightening. We figured that if we waited until the lightening died down, all would be well. So armed with umbrellas, we waited in the enclosed front porch of the Cottage. Two other gals were on the porch. They were from the Buffalo, NY area and I know from having talked to them that one (or perhaps both) of them facilitated healings for folks the day prior at The Healing Temple. We had a pleasant chat with these two kind women as we waited for the weather to clear up a bit. The Herbalist was chatting at one point and said to me, "Jenny, tell them about the crystals." I said, "What crystals?" Seriously, I had no recollection of any crystals she was talking about. The Herbalist said again, "The crystals." I still had no memory of any crystals. Then the Herbalist said, "The two crystals that were given to us by the man." At that point my memory was flooded with what had happened. I briefly told them the story. I mentioned that we never saw him again after that. The woman sitting across from me said, in a very serious manner, something like, "Are you sure he was a 'live' man?" I sat there gobsmacked. I couldn't speak. Finally, I said something like, "Interesting." At that moment I saw that the lightening had let up and suggested to the Herbalist that we leave for our walk. The Herbalist said OK but that I shouldn't even think about swinging on the swings that night (a passion of mine) just in case the lightening shows its face again. We weren't many feet outside the door when ENERGY BOLTS..the Kundalini energy 'power surges' that have been occurring for a few years now...among other things, informing me when I'm on track when facilitating a reading...were SO POWERFUL I couldn't even walk. My shoulders flew back and my shoulder blades 'protected' and 'enfolded' my spinal column. I was shown this clairvoyantly as well, looking at my shoulder blades as if they were the buds of wings. I was shocked. Dumbfounded. I was so afraid on one level of scaring the Herbalist. But on another level, the power surge was so strong all I could do was stand there and try to muster a few steps every now and again. At this point it seemed as if I was speaking at Light Speed. Seriously, I worried that the Herbalist would think I was out of my mind. I only remember snippets of what I actually said. I do remember that some prayers I had been taught at FOTS were relayed. But all in all, I can't to this day tell anyone what was totally coming out of my mouth. After about 1/2 hour of this the power surges had let up enough so that I could walk slowly, but they never went away altogether until I fell asleep that night. I've never experienced anything like this in all of my life. The Herbalist later told me that I was giving specific advice to her; telling her WHO she was. I'll not go into what she said I had relayed to her here because it was very personal to her, but I knew it was extremely important that she hear all that was said. The Herbalist also said that I was talking about what the world needs us all to do to save it, etc. Importantly, as I was thinking that words were coming out of my mouth at Light Speed, she said I was in actuality speaking slowly and clearly. WOW. The Herbalist proclaimed that the man who gave us the crystals was Christ or Christ-like. There was a part of me that couldn't accept that so I said, "No. It was an Angel," (as if that was somehow more reasonable...lol!). But in the end it may have, indeed, been Christ, or an Ascended Master, or an Archangel. When we went back to the Cottage to get ready for bed, we could hardly talk about anything. How can one possibly talk about mundane things after an experience like that? Geesh! But we both found it hard to put our joint experience into words. The Herbalist did say that I was surely in trance as I relayed my messages. I agreed. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I clearly heard, in a very proper voice, almost British-like, tinged with amusement, "So, you can believe you were in the presence of an Angel, but you can't accept that the Herbalist is...(again, very personal so won't share this here). Tell her." I took this to mean I was to reinforce what I was channeling regarding her. I retold her when I got back to the room. We both slept well that night. In fact, we both slept incredibly well during our whole Lily Dale trip.

Now to back up even before all the above took place...a longtime (40+ years giving messages as a Visiting Minister at Lily Dale and privately, and coming from a lineage of descendants who were/are mediums) psychic medium (I'll call him the Medium) had befriended me and chatted quietly with me when I was waiting my turn to read at the "Stump" during one of the sessions this time at Lily Dale. Actually, the Medium was also kind to me last year when I was doing platform readings at Lily Dale as a 'Minister-In-Residence.' This time he shared with me all sorts of incredible things. It was as if he knew what was going to happen to me regarding the above. It was as if he knew that I, too, had had some similar experiences to that which he shared about his own life. In particular what stood out was his description of the different kinds of clairvoyance. He talked of clairvoyance when one gets a picture, moving or still, in one's third eye. Yes, I have this. He talked about seeing Spirit through one's own eyes. Yes, I had this, as well. This second type is differentiated from the third type he talked about in that, in my own experience, Spirit may be 'misty' and/or translucent and/or with color(s) in the second type. Then he just about blew me away talking about a third type of clairvoyance when Spirit materializes as if there was a person right there, in flesh and blood. Yes, I have had this (Hungarian Lady and the 'Angel' who saved me from drowning in the Apple River...both already discussed on earlier blog posts. See links above). He said this third type is rare and is the "Holy Grail" (the Medium's designation) of clairvoyance and he included that it's not often, if ever, talked about. He said it must include the Spirit actually touching you. During my two earlier incidences, the Hungarian Lady held my chin and the Angel lifted me out of the water and then walked sideways to put me down on land, after walking backwards through the rapids to first get me. And now you, dear readers, know that the third time a Spirit materialized 'in the flesh' occurred above, and touched my hands as he lay the crystals in them. Plus, I was hugged by him. I am nudged to keep the crystal in my purse, where it can travel with me.

When I later relayed (on the phone once I was home again) to the Medium the above story he asked if I was sure that it was an Angel. I told him that I thought so at the time. I thought it interesting that the Medium questioned this. There's no doubt very good reason he felt inclined to question this! The Medium then spoke of the Madonna -Mother Mary - where it's been documented that she's been recently coming to folks as a bag lady, etc. Hmmmm...

This whole experience has humbled me to no end. I think it's safe to say I'm still gobsmacked. 

2 comments:

  1. What an incredibly beautiful experience! Sharing it shows the possibilities open to all of us. Thank you, Jenny.

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  2. Thank you, dear Nancy! Without a doubt, amazing possibilities ARE open to each an every one of us! xoxoxoxo!

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