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Wee Spirit Animal and Me

August 13, 2016 Written by Lisa

So you know that the recently departed Prince talks to me, right? I think I’ve said it here before but if I haven’t, it’s true. Prince (aka: Wee Spirit Animal) has spoken with me since the day he left the physical world. He’s actually become one of my prime Guides in Spirit.

Last week, I received guidance (not necessary FROM him but I suspect he was in alliance with the person from whom it was delivered) that one of my next steps is to bring him into my business.

As in ‘host an evening where you bring in Spirit Guides and Prince’ – say what? Now, it’s true that I did make a pronouncement from the stage at Ignite that I did, indeed, channel Prince and I will admit that no one called me crazy or weird (to my face, anyway) and most people seem pretty tickled about it.

Why I am nervous about taking it out there in a bigger way, I’m not yet sure. In fact, I have barely been able to speak about it to anyone because it feels ‘unbaked’ right now. Like, I have to let it sit a while and incubate.

I bring this up because the coincidences are all over the place this week. To wit, an online friend of mine, Amy Venezia, is a medium (and a really great one, too). She and author MJ Pack have a series called “Conversations with Dead People” where Amy channels and MJ asks questions and then puts it all into written form. (They’ve done Elvis, Jon-Benet Ramsey, Marilyn Monroe and Princess Diana. It all started with the Making a Murderer series – this is where I found about about Amy and MJ.)

This week’s convo was with His Royal Purpleness and I was really eager to read it.  (Note: Amy and I did not discuss much about Prince at all other than my asking her the day he left if he talked to her yet since he was here already.)

Part one was so so much of what he’d already told me and it was very familiar.  The gist of it is that he knew his time on this planet was complete and there’s MUCH more he can do from the other side. You can read it here:  PART ONE

PART TWO, though, was like a brick in the head to me

Amy: Yep. That’s it. Yep. (pauses, laughs) He wants you to get a unicorn.

MJ: Get a unicorn? (laughs)

Amy: A stuffed one. Or a picture of one. Something of that nature. And have it in your office. Or wherever you’ll see it most. And every time you look at it, think of him. … and make sure it has purple on it.

MJ: Okay. I will.

 

IMG_1461Look what I bought back in April when he asked me to go find a stuffed animal to hold his energy.

I was wandering through stores, picking up this stuffed animal and that and all I heard was NO NO NO NO. As I was walking around Barnes & Noble, I felt something almost fall against my back and when I turned around, this was on the floor by my feet.

It’s a My Little Pony called “Rarity” (how perfect, eh?) and it’s officially called my Wee Spirit Animal and stays in my office.

I take this as even more affirmation that my mission is clear as is my transmission from him. I said on my Facebook page: I love him and I trust him. Period. And I don’t know where it’s going to go from here but I’m listening to the clues.

Despite the fear I have (a tiny one) about people thinking I’m crazy, I have to step on by that. Since my work at my new place of joy (Be Who You Are) is about helping others step into who they truly are, I have to walk that talk. I’m working on receiving the judgement and allowing it to flow through me. (Still, aack!)

So, the “Be Who You Are jamboree staring Prince and the Spirit Guides” is coming.

 

teh WooWoo

I was born to be on a stage

June 15, 2016 Written by Lisa

Lisa on stagePretty sure I was considering it was the first time I’ve done that in this kind of way and I was pretty damn awesome, gotta say.

(Toots own horn)

I was scared to pieces and Wee Spirit Animal had to give me a ‘Come to Jesus’ chat about being visible. FOCUS!! That should be his middle name but damn if he didn’t help and it didn’t work beautifully.

What I think was most interesting to me is that it took more energy for me to remain invisible than it does for me to show up and be me. While I was tired from 3 full days of interactions, I was not the kind of exhausted that comes with these kinds of things for me in the past.

So many awarenesses and so much goodness to come. Join me on the “Be Who You Are, Dammit!” tour with special guest, WSA, won’t you?

More in a day or two. Mama seems to have overloaded herself a bit much. Jeepers.

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Duty didn’t think I’d go through with it

June 2, 2016 Written by Lisa

inkBut he knows not the power of the Fan Girl! That’s me on the right, pal Judi on the left and the Wee Spirit Animal in the middle.

Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt much. There was some pressure with a pointy feeling to it but it wasn’t constant. He would do a bit, stop, wipe it off and then go again so it was totally bearable. (Yes, I know. Pain tolerance and place on body are relative. For me, though, this wasn’t bad at all.)

He was such a nice guy – put Prince on the tune box and totally indulged us telling him stories and anecdotes and whatnot. Great experience all the way around and I am no longer a tattoo virgin!

 

backMaybe later this year I’ll get the other one I want done on my back like this woman has. It’s a quote from P and it reads “A Strong Spirit Transcends Rules”.

We’ll see.

 

 

 

Happy Stuff

Why is my sleep all wonky?

May 16, 2016 Written by Lisa

Ever since I started on thyroid meds (which, according to recent bloodwork is still not quite right), my sleep has been a mess. It was a mess before, true, but it was a mess I was familiar and could work with. Now, I am awake at 3am (sometimes for a PJ pee break, sometimes not), then awake at 5:30, going back to sleep at 7 and sleeping mostly until 9.

sleeping-1353562_640When I get up at 9, I am all disoriented and by the time I’ve had coffee and done all my internetting for the hour, half the damn day has gone. I liked getting up at 6:30 or 7 and being ready to do work stuff (or whatever) at 8:30 or 9. I functioned that way for a long time.

And then, on top of that, add a Fitbit which calculates my sleep time. On average, I get maybe 6.5 hours.

So, I’m not sleeping enough, the sleep I do get is all jagged and at weird times and I feel like I’m starting my day at noon which bothers me.

Cousin O’Cool recommended a magnesium supplement and I tried it for a couple weeks but nothing much changed. (Maybe I didn’t give it long enough?)

I dunno.

In other news:

  • I am counting the minutes until I am done with Dude (the guy for whom I’m doing Virtual Assistance work). Jesus. I cannot with that man any more. I promised I’d stay through May and it will be a crawl.
  • I am working on an entirely new site for my business that is much more coherent with who I am now. I won’t be killing PI but I will be taking a lot of old stuff off there (podcasts and whatnot) and tightening it up. And may I say once again, I suck so damn hard at graphic design. I shall pray to Prince and see if he can send someone my way with minimal expense because I neither want to pay $2000 for a new site nor do I have the funds to do so.

 

Speaking of Prince, I had a WEIRD thing happen last week. (And you know if *I* think it’s weird, it’s REALLY weird!)

LONG story much shorter: I went over to Trader Joe’s to buy some roses for my altar that I’ve set up in my office and was looking for red roses. I saw some but none called to me. Instead, I saw these soft pink ones and knew that was what I wanted. They were lovely and I put some on my altar and some in the kitchen.

IMG_1629Cut to: that night when I had the interesting occasion to talk with another conscious channel (like I am with Spirit Guides). She also has a telepathic connection with the Purple One and as we were talking, she stopped and said “He has a message for you. The pink roses were from him.”  WHAT??

No one knew about the roses I bought (and I rarely buy flowers) and that they were pink instead of red.

Yes, my mouth dropped open.

Then I realized that the vase I chose to put them in (a gift from the sweet girl who does my nails) had a PURPLE ribbon around it! I didn’t even notice that when I was putting the flowers in them.

Clearly, he was letting me know he’s for sure my Wee Spirit Animal.

Y’all, this year has been so so so bizarre. I have no idea what shifted but the strangest things have been happening (stranger than usual!) and with every one, I stand there in amazement.

And the beat goes on ….

 

teh WooWoo, True Fax

Ruminations on Grief and Bigness

April 23, 2016 Written by Lisa

13083124_10208993827059928_5616378354827714045_nI have been feeling really bad about “spamming” everyone’s FB wall with my sorrow and grief over Prince. I know that’s my smallness talking – it’s the part of me that is scared to take up space with my stuff.

(Interestingly, this is work I am doing in a life-changing program and the question he asks us to look at is “Are you willing to be seen? Are you willing to take up space?” Coincidence? Naw.)

My BIGNESS says that maybe my openly processing what’s going on with me helps someone else. I know I’ve been helped when others share their emotions, even if I don’t always understand it.

It’s a process. One step. It’s a process. One step.

Thank you, Mira Jacobs, for this. I needed to hear it.

I’ve been noticing a funny phenomenon of some of my friends being embarrassed by the intensity of their grief over Prince. I didn’t know him, they say. It’s not like we were friends. I’m sorry I’m so emotional. They act like they’ve co-opted their sadness, like they’re squatting in a feeling that isn’t theirs to inhabit. Which, I just want to say, as lovingly as possible, is total bullshit. Of course you knew him. Of course you are shattered. That’s the whole deal with art—it doesn’t give a shit about the boundaries of flesh. You never held Prince? So what. The way he spoke to you, the way he shaped you and transformed you into someone you couldn’t have imagined is just as real and vital as any relationship you will ever have. I mean listen, if we as a people need to apologize for something, I will gladly nominate global warming, or the Kardashians, or fat-free cream cheese. But loving and grieving a man we never touched? That is us at our very, very best. No apology necessary. – Mira Jacobs

From this article: Middle Aged White Lady Mourns Prince

“The power of joy in Prince’s music is almost as integral to it as its sexiness. When you sing along to “Baby, I’m a Star,” you believe it, you become a star, if only for a few minutes in your kitchen while cooking dinner. Prince made me connect with that sexy motherfucking star inside myself. And, better yet, he made that sexy, motherfucking star in me as accessible as the on/off switch to the stereo.”

Personal Reflection Part the thirty-seventh

I can tell I have come out of my grief haze as I’ve been singing and dancing around the house this morning, much to Duty’s chagrin. (He is not a fan of my “stellar” voice, let’s just say.)13096133_10156805111380092_8958272902742617105_n

Later today, I’m headed to the flotation tank for some grounding and a chat with Wee Spirit Animal. He’s been hanging around since Thursday afternoon when I sent him away because I could not deal with it at that point. Last night, I said “Alright, let’s do this” and we have been in communication.

Lest you think I am the only one who he came to, be disabused of that notion.

He told me on Thursday that he was with all of those who are grieving his transition so don’t be surprised if you hear about more of these kinds of things. Those on the other side can be everywhere at once which is pretty damn cool, if you ask me.

Maybe a new feature on my page: Journeys with my Wee Spirit Animal.

I live such a fascinating life, don’t I? Yes, I do.

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