My dear friends,
I hope your January was well and good. Did you celebrate Dydd Santes Dwynwen on the 25th? I'm as happy as a clam, and I have a spring in my step despite the fear-mongering, negativity and hopelessness that seems to be prevalent in this country right now. I often feel as though the world is chock full of such fear-based living, and it's utterly revolting at the ones that claim religion are also the ones that perpetuate the fear by continuing to bring it forward every chance they get. I have such lovely family members and while they may be well intending with their reaching out to people attempting to teach repentance and so forth, it reminds me of the quote, “Insanity is doing the same thing expecting different results.” The best thing for religious folks to do is to live their lives through example and allow others to come to know themselves by their own accord and timing. The world needs less calling out folks whether one believes they see fit or not. It's clothed the same way, only plunked on with a new mask and relabeled, but truthfully it's the same regurgitated mindset. I often think of how often someone has to keep pushing the back up against to realise those tactics do not ever work long term. The perpetuation of division, negativity, and judgement is not helping anyone. This subject has been in my craw long enough, and I plan on swallowing it with this post. There are more war, hatred and fear by folks that claim to be chosen to spread the word of god; however, I find that behind most foes messages are ones of a condescending climate which reads like a penny dreadful. “I'm good, your bad. I'm found, and you're lost.” I think these folks that spread such alarm are the true ones that are the most insecure and off-course. To be quite frank, the one barking the loudest is the one that needs the most change. So that is something to be grateful for I suppose. Do you know that exacting formula is the most unloving? Folks can drape it any way they desire. You can put lipstick on a pig, call it caring, but it's still a pig. It's like the mum screaming at their child “don't you know that I love you!” When in that state, love is the furthermost from their mind. Do they realise that mindset does precisely the opposite of bringing love and uniting folks? The staunchness that these folks have honestly believe that they warn others of the peril that awaits those they've deemed lost. I'm here to say that type of mentality is absolutely so off from being in alignment I couldn't wave my distress flag in the wind high enough. It's the farthest thing from love towards one's fellow man and from the one they call God. I'm sure you've heard the story of the beam and mote. These folks are blind. As a matter of fact, they couldn't be more off. If they want to create even more division among folks, especially in a time like this, keep pushing that narrative and seeing where it goes. I speak firmly on this because I have known this type of variance my entire life, and it does more hindering than helping. I could easily say I'm not going to speak on particular subjects, but I must tell you, I will not bow to anyone. If I stay sat with my mouth closed, I'm not being true to you nor myself. I will stand upon my pillar for I am immovable. I will share my mad mystic ideas, and I won't falter one bit. I can rest my case that we all have to experience our own awakening. It's certainly not going to be by some woman on social media rattling on in attempting to shove religious beliefs down folks throats. Have we learned nothing? Force never works, and that includes shouting about how one thinks another should live. It's none of anyone's business how others live. This always happens. You give a small-minded person a forum, and they let the power go straight to their heads like strong drink. It's easy to say things in an environment where it's cushioning and cosy, where most friends believe similarly. Still, the standing alone, beating the drum of that same notion while everyone abandons you is when true courage and boldness is shaped. This is why groups are formed. Most folks are too weak to stand alone and remain strong in their convictions. They need lots of collectives to back them. That's weakness, and it will fail. I want to love others unconditionally, and inspire folks to start putting their faith in their very own Godself. True love teaches others of their own divine operant power and only focuses on what one has control of, and that is only oneself. When folks know of their own strength, that's when independence rings and nothing feels more exhilarating than that of freedom and personal power. I appreciate these folks that are authoritative in their beliefs. Still, making folks who claim to be their friend feel awful for where they are along one journey of enlightenment is disingenuous, critical, and holier than thou judgemental. I learned from personal experience. I do not take things personally because the truth of it is that most folks are either easily convinced, persuaded, quickly distracted, and quite frankly selfish. Believe it or not, at the end of the day ALL folks are more concerned about their own lives than anyone else’s. That's not a wrong aspect, and in fact, it should be this way. I advocate for selfishness. We are all selfish, whether we want to believe it or not. I'm not here to convince anyone. All I'll say is, test it. Attempt to prove me false in your findings. You won't be able to, but I challenge you none the less. Being an author and sharing my life on this blog is what I am meant to do, and I’ll not hold back for fear of hurting someone's feelings. True love is telling the truth with heat. If I were to be lukewarm, you'd spit me out. My presence will be made known. This kind of fight will be a fight of the minds willpower, the physical brawl is old, tired and worn out.
Because of the honesty, I am prevailed upon to write about in my life; it also gives rise to being scrutinised to the olympic degree. Without going into the depths of the subject (which I usually tend to do with numbing regularity) I'll not bang on about it much longer, except to say, I would rather know where I stand with others because I speak my truth than to stay sat and bang on about surface ideals and be misled by believing others stand by me when truth be told they do not. I want warriors next to me at days end. I want spiritual soldiers, loving novices and warriors that are far more capable of handling an attack when it's on the mind than on the body. You won't make it out alive and in good standing, if you are weak-minded. I will stand on my pillar and speak my truth, and if those who are impressed to turn away from me, well then that proves simply it's another way of reducing the multitude. For my darling friends that have stood by me, thank you. I know you genuinely appreciate me, regardless of how I believe or live my life.
I merely want to inspire millions through my writings and books. That's the beauty of my material; you have the choice to open a book and buy it, or open the computer and read my writings. It's your choice. I'm not dependent on you, nor are you dependent on me. It's a win-win. I am so happy that I am the woman I am because I don't pretend to be something I'm not just to have others ‘approve' of me. I know through experience not being true to oneself; it is a terrible way to exist. You would think folks would take to my every word since I'm spelling out in explicit detail on this blog how to make dreams come true, and the formula for true happiness but many are too blind with jealousy, anger and ignorance to see the pearl of great price. So well it is. It is written, and it must be this way.
Now let me get on with my other portion of this post, shall I?
Have you ever wondered if it were possible to communicate with those that have transitioned? I'm here to encourage and inspire you that although some of our greatest heroes/loved ones have passed on, it's still very much possible to receive messages, information, promptings, inspiration and comfort.
I'm sure that if you've read my blog any length of time, you know that my son Sawyer passed in 2019, and that set me off on a path to make sense of what happens when a person passes on from this earthly experience. When Sawyer passed, and I was experiencing the loss of my son, the afterlife was something that I became determined to explore. All through my developing years engrossed in two religions, reincarnation was considered dangerous, but let me tell you when you've experienced two beliefs (strict ones at that), and they have failed you time, and again you will become such as I and explore. An appetite for knowledge will invade your senses, and you will be more determined than ever to understand. Subsequently, all people simply want to be authentically satisfied in this world. We want to find real joy and happiness, and we will stop at nothing to get it. So when my son was killed, you can bet I would comprehend what happened and no one was going to prevent me from it, not anyone and not ever. When something like losing a child to murder happens to you, see if you don't exhaust all avenues to makes sense of it and then come back and attempt to judge me. I say that very boldly because I know you won't, you would not. You will deeply understand me. I'd put money on it. One day the thought came to me, and I was brought back to how I was raised believing in theology that if nothing ever indeed does die and lives on for the eternities, then I knew there had to be a portal of communication with those on the other side of the veil. I immediately experienced the warmth and ideas with Sawyer, so I knew I was onto something profound and undeniable.
A few thoughts began flooding my mind. When I was a small child, and I was taught to speak to God, and he heard me, then I should be able to speak to others, and they would listen to me and communicate back. It would have to be through signs and tangible agreements but also telepathy. The channel is the same, and I would just need to know how the other side communicated and what were the elements of having the pathways open for the reception on both accounts. The other thought was that; if I love the way Beatrix Potter painted, and I wanted to paint as she did, I thought she would be very excited to channel through me because she had a love for it while earthbound. Spirits never die, so those talents don't either. There is no respecter of persons. Most if not all Christians believe there is a respecter of persons, but that's because most folks have the Bible all wrong, well-intended but they've got it all wrong. If I AM is God, and I am the operant power, my higher consciousness has access to those that are non-physical.
I want to share another personal story with you that now today makes complete sense, but I was baffled at the time of it. This will help you understand how I have grown from where I was at one time in my spiritual journey. Directly I have told you that I was raised in the Pentecostal Church of God until the age of 17 and then I joined the Mormon church and was a latter-day saint until the age of 44, so my understanding and acceptance to theology was quite fierce and close-minded. I was a bull when it came to being persuaded; roughly, it didn't happen. I was pregnant with my first son Carter, and he was going to have to be taken through cesarean because he was breech. I had been preparing for his birth by reading many books, and one that I read about the surgery scared the sunrise out of me. It was visual and showed the procedure in graphic detail.
I became terrified of my own experience because of the images. So then, that energy began vibrating within me. I go into surgery to have my boy, and immediately they didn't put me under complete general anesthesia, so I could feel the surgery happening. It wasn't painful, but it was pressure, and I knew the doctor was slicing my tummy open. I began panicking, repeatedly stating I can feel it! I can feel it! Well, the doctor became alarmed and said to his assistants “put her out now!” When I was out (under anaesthesia), I had a near-death experience. Yes, the tunnel and the white light that everyone speaks of, is a literal thing. It's true what they say about going towards the light except for me I didn't go towards the light, although it was there and blinding to me, I floated above myself and all the folks operating on me. I remember my consciousness (there are no real words consciousness is telepathic) I kept asking, as I overlooked everyone below me, who are they?
The voice said back in response “they are all gods working in unison for a great cause. You are a god, and they are Gods. We are All Gods.” I said I want to go (towards the light) because it was truly heavenly and perfectly indescribably wonderful. The voice responded, “you are more than welcome to come.” I then said that I wanted to but that my errand wasn't complete because I wanted to raise my child.” I stayed, and I remembered coming back into myself on the operating table. So allow me to set that stage again, I was in my religion deeply, yet when I had a near-death experience, I saw everyone from a higher consciousness perspective: we are all gods. Today it makes sense to me, but at the time, I couldn't make it out. It baffled me for another three decades while in religion. There is another way, and just because I refused to see what the real truth was, it was there all along waiting on me until I was ready to receive it; to awaken. Nothing has force over our free will, and I would learn that too in 2014 when I made a plea with the universal Gods once again. I'll save that story for another day. But I can assure you it's a real treat to read also.
It was essential for me to have a happy life, although I had my child die. I was going to understand it, most importantly because I thought I could be a person to help inspire others that have also lost someone special to them and that although they are not a physical, tangible human with blood, flesh and bones we still can have excellent beautiful relationships with them. I don't just say this, I've experienced it for myself over and over. I know what I speak of and for the many folks that have a deserted heart because of a loss, I know I can benefit folks in healing and have a newfound belief about their lives and those they love if they so choose.
The value of communicating with those in non-physical is by hearing without words. It's as if you train a muscle. When I first began my yoga practice in my teens, I had no idea the many powers and capabilities of my body until I regularly used them. That same process is how one uses telepathy in speaking with non-physical. It's because one hasn't used their power to converse, but it will become like second nature once you begin using it.
Now that I've shared why I craved in wanting to communicate with non-physical, I wanted to share a few experiences as to how I write my books with Beatrix Potter's inspiration.
I know that if someone who was a writer and artist as Beatrix was in mortality, even after they pass through, they still have a great love and interest in what they enjoyed when they were in physical. Those interests never leave them. They carry on in the expansion, as well as reemerge in the new reincarnated bodies. This will make sense to you if you've ever seen small children that are exceptionally talented, and it seems impossible. It's because they carry on those talents into another human form, while also wanting to experience an entirely new adventure. For instance, I could be the reincarnation version of Beatrix Potter but unlike Beatrix (what we know presently) is she never experienced motherhood as THE Beatrix Potter and living her final years with Warren (the love of her life), so after her transition, she may have wanted to come back and experience motherhood and being with her twin flame. I became apart of her newborn spirit. Make sense? We don't come back identical; however, we do have similar features at times, but not always. Now that same thing will happen many times over. Many spirits also carry Beatrix Potter with them from reemergence. I decided to test this notion on Beatrix when I first began writing The Tale of Sawyer Lamb and I was pleased as punch to start receiving inspiration from the non-physical of Beatrix Potter. (You have to be an open-minded person to read this. I know had I not experienced it for myself I couldn't tell it so flagrantly nor with as much conviction.)
In The Tale of Pigling Bland, Beatrix named the aunt of Alexander Mrs Pettitoes. I posed the question to Beatrix, where she came up with that name because in my lamb book, there is also a mother sheep and she needs a name. As clear as a bell, Beatrix said, look up in the dictionary what is a pettitoe. Do you know what it is? It's a pigs foot. So guess how I came up with Aunt Trotters? You guessed it! That's what a sheep's foot is named. Now, if one doesn't believe that the spirited don't speak, well then I'm a monkey's uncle. Here's another one, and like I stated prior, I have this happen so frequently I couldn't possibly jot down all the moments and all the inspiration I receive from my spirited friends, but I thought I'd share a few.
I was trying to think of a name for one of my dogs in my tales, and I recall wondering where in the world, Beatrix Potter came up with Mrs Tiggywinkle. So I asked Beatrix and (again), she said that she loved science, fungi etc. and enjoyed a microscope. So look up what a tiggy winkle is. I looked it up, and it's a protein gene in one type of a hedgehog. Now, you try and convince me that I am not onto a profound understanding of communication between worlds and those that lived, and I'll not hear of it. I would say to you if I'm so mad, If I'm so utterly a mad hatter mystic, then try it and see for yourself. I hope you enjoyed this exceptionally long post. Have a happy day!
Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx
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