Hello to all of you wonderful Souls! It’s been quite some time since my last Substack. I’ll bet many of you forgot you even followed me. Well, I am back, and I cannot express my level of excitement. I have a great deal to share with you.
My Spiritual growth in the past six months has surpassed the entirety of my growth since I began my journey. I did not fall off the earth, as it may have seemed. But I did back away from the projects on which I had been working. The podcast I had started was a drag. I knew I was not doing what I should have been doing. In fact, FYI, if you have to force yourself to do anything, that’s how you know it is not what you are supposed to be doing. My education course, The CLASS Academy, which is hosted by Edusity, was delayed because the version 2.0 of their software was talking longer than expected. In fact, they are still working on the bugs. Then, in late June, my mother kept complaining of back pain. She claimed she hurt her back while vacuuming. She began to spend more time in bed. However, aside from the back pain, she said she felt fine.
In early July, I had noticed that she was eating very little, which was not like my mother. She loved to eat. And being that I love to cook, I knew she was not really eating, despite claiming she was. As the days passed, I just knew something was wrong. She would remain steadfast that she felt fine. Finally, I told her that if she did not improve, I would take her to the hospital. Finally, on July 13th, she had slipped off the side of her bed. I had to call one of my nephews, who is in law enforcement and a first responder, to help her up. I told her that we would have her transported to the hospital. The hospital was two towns over. Luckily, one of my closest friends is the mayor of that town, and our mayor serves on its board of directors. Both reached out to the executive director and my mother was treated like the Queen.
The first results showed really nothing except for the onset of pneumonia and a UTI. Not a big deal. But somehow, I sensed something more was going on. On the third day, the oncologist asked to speak with me. I knew it was not to tell me everything was fine. Turns out Mom had a mass on her lung. It was also in her spine and probably spreading. She had been asymptomatic before the past few weeks. In essence, she probably had the cancer for a long time, but it had only recently reared its head. At 88 years old, there was no way we would put her through treatments. I asked the oncologist how long she had, and he said three to six months. At that moment, I heard a voice inside of me say, “No. Three weeks”.
Each day that passed, she declined. She spent more time sleeping. The staff loved her because Mom was such a polite, kind, appreciative gem of a person. Faced with the knowledge that Mom was going to transition, I would go for my morning walks on the nature trail. I spoke out loud to my guides and said, “Please help me get through this. Please send to me comfort and peace, and please do not allow my mother to suffer any pain”. And they did. In spades. I had always thought my mother would live another ten years. Her Aunts and cousins lived well into their 90s. Mom was also NEVER sick or ill in her life. She was healthy and never had any ailments, except high blood pressure which she had under control.
I then had to inform her large circle of friends. While most of her contemporaries had passed on, she had a large circle of teachers whom she had mentored, as well as many younger friends who would call her weekly to chat and seek her advice. She was an excellent listener, motivator and encourager. She was the rock to all of these people. I found myself consoling them. I loved my mother with every fiber of my being, and yet, I was at complete peace. I was absolutely being carried through this with the knowledge that it was her time. I knew this in my Spirit. And the other reason? She was at peace. She suffered no pain at all. She suffered no discomfort.
We decided not to tell Mom about her cancer. Her daily decline was showing me that the three weeks which I heard within me was on track. Mom, being extremely smart, knew. In the second week, she was saying things to me which told me she knew. She didn’t ask. She just knew. Finally, we brought her home into hospice on Wednesday, August 3rd. So many who loved her; cousins and family friends, visited her bedside and said some of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard. On Wednesday evening, she awoke and turned to see me sitting next to her. She asked for water. I raised her bed so she could sip. She had her mind. If you asked her a question, she would nod yes or no. She then told me she was seeing rainbows. I knew she was already transitioning.
On Thursday evening, I was taking a long-needed nap while my brother and sister-in-law sat with Mom. While I was asleep, my nephew (the one who had lifted her up originally), took some holy water and went to anoint her. He was alone in the room with her. He saw a shadow on the wall. He thought it was his. He waved his arms, but the shadow did not move. This enormously strong police officer then ran out of the room into the kitchen to tell his parents.
When I awoke, he had already left. My brother and sister-in-law were sitting with her. They told me the story. I was comforted, because I knew she was being greeted for her transition by my father. That’s who I believe was the shadow my nephew had seen. I sat with Mom until about 3AM when I took a pillow and slept on the floor next to her bed. My brother was napping in the adjacent bedroom. At 6:30AM, my brother awakened me to say that Mom had passed. It was exactly three weeks to the day from when I heard it within me. This gave me even more comfort, because I knew that Spirit was telling me it was her time.
For those of you who have lost parents, it is a surreal moment. I was not filled with grief. I did not mourn. I was filled with peace. I was so grateful to have had her as my mother. Grateful she was never ill. Grateful to have had her for 88 lovely years. It was the same when Dad transitioned. He, too, was never ill and was beloved by everyone who knew him. The sense of appreciation for having had both of them was overwhelming.
Now, it was only me in this enormous home which has always been in the family. I continued to speak to both of my parents every morning when I would make the coffee, as that was among the times we would chat each day. That and dinner. I won’t go into all of the stories here, but they absolutely made their presence known. I asked them to do so, and they have been doing so. It is truly lovely to know they are fine, happy, at peace and can hear me. I will save some stories for another post or for my new podcast, which is what happened next.
After I acknowledged the multiple cards, flowers and messages from hundreds of people, I decided to go down to Miami, Florida, where my business partner and friend lives. It was a nice get away. He asked for me to work on a few projects. He is a digital marketer and has become one of the largest in his industry. It was a series of books. He told me to write about anything I wanted. So, I wrote a series of thirteen books, the title of which was, “A Holistic Approach to Health and Wellness for your Mind, Body and Soul”. They are marketed online and are not available on Amazon.
I wanted to write books (These are actually eBooks) to make a tremendous impact on the readers. I call it a Holistic approach because Spiritual growth must be Holistic. It must involve every aspect of yourself: your body, your mind and your Spirit/Soul. I already live this way. I do not consume any chemicals or processed foods/additives. I cook my own food. I do not use dangerous seed oils, which are in virtually everything these days (processed foods and even most prepared foods). I use hemp soap and shampoo, as well as extra virgin olive oil as a moisturizer. Why? Because our skin is our largest organ. Soaps, shampoos and moisturizers all contain chemicals which we then absorb into our skin. Of course, I meditate. So, these eBooks were written to teach all of this to people. Among the books are recipes, how to cook, how to meal prep, how to live a chemical and additive-free life, understanding beef and why it is good for us (If your intuition tells you so), how to develop your intuition, how to meditate, how to develop self-awareness and superior people skills and so much more!
I realized while working on this series of eBooks that this was my passion. I enjoyed every moment of the process. I visualized people’s lives improving and discovering their Spirituality, their infinite nature and connection to the Creator of All That Is. I now knew what my podcast should be. It should be about all of this. After all, this is how I live. This is who I am. The joy, bliss and peace I experience each and every day are indescribable. I want everyone to know that they can experience the exact same things, because we are all one. We all come from the same Source. Anything I can do, you can do. We are each Creators because we have the Creator within us. We can do as Jesus did. Yes, miracles, too! It all boils down to our belief. Do you believe something is possible? Then it is possible! Jesus did tell us that, yet so many see him as separate and feel they need to please some outside entity when all the while, God is within each of us. We are each infinitely loved, cared for and are here to experience our creations. As a result, God within us is sharing in the experience.
I will be starting the podcast after the first of the year. It will still be called the same, but this will be the new format. I also plan to allow for phone-ins, as I love talking people through their issues by using my experience as a guide. I will be doing cooking videos, as well. I am setting up an Amazon store, too. I recommend so many products that have worked for me, so I will have them all in a store that listeners can easily reach.
And so, that is where I have been and what I have been doing since my last Substack. The experience of my mother’s illness and transition served to advance my growth in unspeakable ways. Do I miss her? Of course! I miss having her here physically. Like my father, I have seen her in the Astral. But that’s a story for another time. They are fine. All of your loved ones are fine. All of us will be fine. May my future endeavors allow for me to serve others by sharing what has given me so much peace and infinite love!
May you each discover and know just how incredible you each are, and may you each experience infinite love and joy!