I am looking for a place to share my thoughts. Well, not just mine, but the thoughts of the Divine when they give them to me, and a place to share stories from the spirits we help, no matter how disturbing they may be.

I’m not looking to make money, although it seems every website and blogging platform out there is designed to do just that. Make money. And there is nothing wrong with that, but it is not why I want to share. I want to share because I have been called to share. I don’t know if anyone will ever find these stories and thoughts, or what they will do with them once they do, but that’s okay. That’s not up to me. This is what the divine wants, so this is what I am doing.

I have a lot of seeds to get over first, though. Grammar is one of those seeds. I want to write the way the thoughts come into my head, but I stop constantly and wonder if I should have said ‘many seeds’ instead of ‘a lot of seed’. And does the period be after the apostrophe or after the word seed? I need to get rid of that, because I’m not writing a book to be published, or writing for a publication or literary magazine/ezine or anything like that. I’m just writing! (And damn…I use the word ‘just’ too much, don’t I?) 

Other seeds I need to get rid of. Oh, where to begin.

My fear of empathy is a big one. When we help spirits, I don’t mind those who are just lost and needing to find their way to the light. But when we get murder victims or rape victims or those who went through terrible things in their lives like neglect and abuse, I go into some kind of cringe mode and have a hard time connecting with them. I need to get rid of that seed. This is what they have called me to do, and I can’t do it if I’m afraid to “go there,” as I call it.

Pointless, is another seed. This is pointless. It will not change anything. No one will read these stories or all the pieces of advice the divine want me to share. No one will care. No one will listen. I’m wasting my time. I need to get rid of those seeds.

More on seeds later. Right now, I’m working on these two pots of seeds. Empathy, and feeling I’m wasting my time. My mind needs to be free to write what comes to me as quickly as I can. And constantly correcting myself when my eyes go to the lines above the one I’m writing and I see a mistake and I feel I’m not making myself clear. I need to stop that. I’m hoping I can.

So…back to what this blog is about. Well, I’ll start off with last night. We were working with the “Grey” as we call it, (I always spell grey the English way for some reason, although it seems G-Docs wants to underline it as a misspelled word, but that’s okay. I’m going to let the red line stay there and continue). The Grey are souls who have become trapped in a deeper part of the spiritual realm than other spirits, and they usually end up finding others who have similar connections to their emotions. 

For example, soldiers always seem to find other soldiers in this grey. Murder victims find other murder victims. People of certain colors or religions or cultures find others the same. I don’t know how to explain it any better than that. But what I do know, if we start off feeling a person was caught up in war and we start playing war songs and watching documentaries on wars, the next thing we know is our yard is filled with many people who have lost their lives due to war.

There is always a leader, too. One who was a general or a captain who seems to be leading them, and it doesn’t matter if this person led them in life or not. We have seen leaders from the Vietnam era leading souls from the US civil war. We’ve seen strong leaders from WW1 leading people here from the gulf war. The Grey cannot be controlled, and we don’t exactly know how they group together other than they share the same kind of energy as others who are wandering around in this Grey. 

Wow. I really get distracted easy. I’ll try to do better.

ANYWAY, last night we were helping the Grey, and it was on Germans and their culture, because we were trying to help a 12 year old spirit named Vince learn about his heritage. He was a young black boy who died a few years ago, but his parents would not take him to the Germanfest in Muenster, TX after they found out they had German in them after they did one of those ancestry tests. It was a very innocent thing, but for some reason they wouldn’t take him. 

Now, nothing about his death had to do with it, and to be honest we don’t even know how he died, but this was one of the things on his mind once he passed away. He was curious about his heritage so we pulled up every kind of happy song and happy lifestyle documentaries about Germans we could find. In the end, we helped him cross over. That’s the short version of it. 

However, during this work with the Grey, an Armenian came through and wanted us to help those who were following her. I said (rather bluntly) we are doing happy stuff tonight. Wrong thing to say! No, we help all who come to us for help, no matter what. So I put on sad Armenian music and we helped that group as well. After the night was over and all those of the Grey who had shown up had crossed over to find peace, the Divine said tomorrow we are going to work on seeds and we are going to work on writing. It is time to break these chains that are binding us from doing what we’ve been called to do. 

For me, that meant writing, and it meant empathy. 

Now, I know I am rambling at the moment, but that is another seed I need to let go. That is another reason I created this place to share. I have thousands of documents and stories on my computer, but none of them are out there for the world to find if someone were to ever search for things about the afterlife or the Divine or anything else I’ve been called to share. So that’s okay. Ramble if I need to. I’m not supposed to make it all make perfect sense, but there is nothing perfect about how humans see and do things. 

I want to make everything perfect. That there is another seed. Not just the grammar, but in the way the information is presented. The design of the article. The way the story unfolds from beginning to end. I want to make sure there is no way a person can misinterpret anything I write! That will never happen. I know this because when I read comments on news articles, I see it all the time how people completely missed the point of a perfectly executed article. How their thoughts and their beliefs impacted on how they interpreted the story being shared. Nothing will ever be perfect, so this needs to go. 

I use the word ‘so’ quite a bit. Don’t worry about it. So what?

Okay. Back on track. As I was saying, this blog is for sharing the stories of spirits we’ve helped, and also to share what the Divine has to say, which is quite a bit. This is going to be an extremely long and complicated blog. It is also going to be full of rambling, so be prepared. I never know where one day is going to go from the next.