Silver Birth was a spirit guide who spoke through Maurice BarbanellThere is true justice
Isn’t it refreshing when an actual Facebook friend emails you? I am always shocked and pleasantly surprised when a blog reader emails me too!
I’m sooo tired of SPAM!
How about you?
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I’d love to get to know you. Really.
If you have been reading my blog for awhile, you probably know a lot about me, but unless I comment on your blog, I probably know very little about you. And that makes me sad.
I want you to know, I appreciate you.
In this situation, I was at a gas station and back in the day when everything was new. I was sitting beside a new teal colored refrigerator and everything all around me was new and clean. I was with my parents and children (when my kids were young). I don’t know if had been traveling somewhere and stopped in there or someone we knew owned the filling station. And there was a larger building next to it that we seemed to get lost in.
At one point, I’d walked into a room where the guys from Recycled Percussion were talking. I joined in the conversation.
At one point, Justin walked out into the hallway and I joined him. He was standing a few feet from me, on his phone or something. When I approached he seemed guarded. He prefers his privacy. I walked towards him and asked him a question. He was friendly and warmed up to me a bit.
I knew my kids would have loved to meet him, so I went back to the gas station to find them and bring them over to meet him and the rest of the guys in the band.
When I got back to the gas station, there was a message for me to meet mom and dad and my children at their van.
But once outside, there weren’t many vehicles around. At the corner of the lot, I found a van, though it didn’t look like mom and dad’s.
I peered into an old van. I’d called out a name. There was no one around. No one answered my call.
When I went back to the kitchen of the gas station, everything was old, rusty, and there was moss growing all over everything. When I found someone, he knew nothing of my family and had not seen anyone.
I made my way back into the kitchen of the gas station, by the rear door, so this guy couldn’t stop me. I laid down by the old fridge and drifted to sleep. And then everything was new again in my consciousness. I could find my parents and children! But then, my alarm rang and woke me up. Ugh.
First thoughts upon awakening:
Maybe this happened in another lifetime?
Maybe this is why I’ve always been drawn to the Shell stations? (I met my first husband at a Shell gas station, and I dated someone who managed a Shell station at one point too. My first husband and I used to work at a small truck stop and I pumped fuel and was the cashier as one of my first jobs when we moved to Florida in the mid 1980’s.) Synchronicities abound.
Maybe this is why I loved The Twilight Zone when I was a kid. And Outer Limits. And stories by Edgar Allan Poe. And shows with Vincent Price. And built haunted houses. And dressed up as a witch. And dug in caves of sand.
I will begin a new habit. I’ll pick up my phone as soon as I awaken from the next lucid dream and turn on my Otter app. See ya again soon!
Silver Birth was a spirit guide who spoke through Maurice Barbanelldo not despair
Here I Am… plucking the strings of the Unified Field.
Omniscience. The end ALL, be ALL.
For Americans, September 11th, 2001 was a day forever etched in our hearts as the most sad, horrible, and tragic of recent memory. The gut-wrenching events of that day left a mark on our collective psyche.
I write the following for the family and friends of the souls we lost, to help us ALL continue to heal from that trauma.
Honoring ALL we lost on and after 9/11/2001:
(Breathing)… It was 21 years ago today on this day, September 11 that IT happened.
Here are some of the indelible memories I have of that morning:
I was in Los Angeles (LA), California, West Hollywood to be specific. I was staying at a tall, round, Holiday Inn near the interstate (I-10). We’d had an earthquake on Sunday, late afternoon after I had checked into the hotel, and I was on a 12th floor. And I had never experienced an earthquake before so that had shaken me up a bit, literally, emotionally, and mentally.
I had started work that Monday at a Catholic college, Mount St. Mary’s University.
On Tuesday morning, I had been awakened by the radio coming on next to my bed. It was Danny Bonaduce as a DJ on the radio station. I recognized his voice immediately. I had thought that I’d set the alarm, not the radio alarm, but the buzzer (as was normal my normal practice), but I apparently had set it to the radio. And so, upon hearing Danny Bonaduce’s voice on the radio, my ears perked up and I decided to listen. As I was listening, he was speaking with another person (a lady), but I don’t remember who she was. And I could immediately tell that they were upset about something. As I opened my eyes and began to kind of wake up more that morning, during those first few minutes, I became aware that something dramatic was going on. They were discussing some sort of crash. They believed an airplane had crashed into one of the Twin Towers in New York City. I began to remember a time in my recent memory of a small plane crashing into the White House. I wasn’t immediately disturbed by hearing their conversation. The longer I listened though, the more I realized this was probably something more than a little Cessna crashing into the White House. This was this was something that I needed to turn the news on, as I needed images and visuals to make sense, if there was any sense to be made of this.
So as much as I enjoyed listening to Danny, if there is any enjoyment to listening, especially when someone is as upset and shaken as he and the other lady were. It was that there was also some part of me that had some sort of that familiarity and I felt comforted from hearing a voice I’d known since my teenage years.
I turned off the radio and turned on the TV. And I saw the news. After about 10 minutes or so, I saw the second plane crashing into the other twin tower.
While I was sleeping the first plane had already crashed into the first tower. And now as I was watching Live TV News coverage, the second plane hit the second tower. I hadn’t witnessed the first so I have no judgment in me about that. And because it was Live coverage as I continued to watch, I did witness what appeared to be people jumping or falling out of windows. And that of course that was highly disturbing. The sadness already began to set in for me with the shock of what I was seeing, and I thought, “This had to have been an orchestrated attack.”
“This had to have been orchestrated.” That’s what kept going through my mind. After about an hour I realized I really had to get up take a shower and get to Mount St. Mary’s. I had to get to work.
There hadn’t been any announcement. No announcements as of that moment about any closings or shutdowns because everyone was still watching this event unfold.
I had friends in New York City. I had friends I’d worked with. Just one year ago to that date, I had been in New York and had been working at Brooklyn Law School. (I’d been at the Marriott hotel in the financial district that was also demolished after the incident.) And immediately I was thinking of my friends I worked with at Brooklyn Law School, and wondered if they were okay. I was wondering about the other consultants that had been on that project with me and if they were still working in New York.
I took my shower. I went into work. When I got to to the school, everyone was visibly disturbed. Many were upset and shaken. Within my own company we had experienced a tragedy near LA in San Bernardino (Riverside college if my memory serves), where a mass shooting had occurred when some of our consultants had been working and I had went into that school. (I had only recently put that experience behind me, when 9/11 happened).
I was fresh off of the experience of having my young adult children (at that time) tell me which colors to wear or not to wear while going to work at that school. So I wouldn’t be involved in any sort of gang violence or something. I had sat with workers who were still coming to terms and psychological grips with having had a gunman come in to their offices and go on a shooting rampage and kill people they had worked with for years. They were still literally shell shocked.
I was dealing with the personal experience of having gone through my first earthquake so I was a bit on the tender side. And I’m sensitive anyway. I had student assistants who worked with our team and they were of Middle Eastern descent or Middle Eastern ethnicity. When a few of them started coming into our IT office they asked me if they could leave because (and at first, I couldn’t believe this), nuns were already trying to dismiss them because of their ethnicity or religious affiliation. They were already visibly upset. Some I could tell, had been crying, probably as they walked back from a nun’s office to our IT office, on campus, which took a little bit of walking. And of course, I said yes, I was just shocked that they were experiencing any negative words or harsh criticisms.
One of my student assistants (a Muslim), in fact, told me that a nun even blamed him and his country for the attack on America. I don’t know how this NUN could have known that they were responsible, in an hour to two hours after these events were unfolding. Apparently she was getting some sort of news that none of the rest of us were getting from somewhere. But that disturbed me! In fact, that disturbed me more than the events that were unfolding in New York. By this time, we were hearing about the Pentagon. And I believe it was later after we we left school that we heard about the plane going down in Pennsylvania. So, those were some of my first memories and my first impressions of how quick we could be to judge (someone of anything)! One we certainly didn’t have all the facts to, nor do we still, 21 years later! No, we still don’t have all the facts in my opinion.
And (my opinion) comes from having worked with pilots in my early career. Having a father as a builder, and constructing houses and apartments out of steel and understanding how buildings are built. Having worked with engineers over the course of my career, and understanding the exacting standards and exacting information they use to construct buildings, much less tall skyscrapers, like the Twin Towers. I have a lot of breadth of experience and knowledge, enough to make me question–not enough for me to say resoundingly–if jet airliners such as the ones that supposedly hit those Twin Towers can take buildings such as those down, but, I have enough information and knowledge to make me question (the narrative). I believe there are still questions that have not been answered about September 11 2001.
My heart goes out especially to the early and fast responders. The firemen, the brave firemen, and first responders to that unimaginable and terrifying event. They risked their lives to save others. They didn’t think about the long term effects on their health and there’s still 9/11 responders who are suffering ill effects on their health from what they breathed in that day and the days shortly following when they were helping to recover people. And there are many who have died since 9/11. From the the effects of things that they smelled and touched during that event.
I see it from a certain standpoint; there are many aspects. Most of those aspects are sad and terrifying and I feel most are veiled in secrecy. My prayer is that all shall be revealed because the ones who have crossed over and are in the Grand Beyond know. They see it all, Now. They know why it happened. They know who was responsible and they can pull some strings. I believe they still have a voice and they can still inspire us to speak. Those who continue to speak.
There are those who are brave enough to speak for the rest of us. Will we listen?
A lot of truth lies in shadows. Are we brave enough to see?
Thus, I’ll restate my intentions as:
My daily mission: to consistently and joyfully mind my Energy, pluck the strings of the Unified Field of what I want to manifest in my reality, manage the contrast between things that frustrate me (like the “too quick to judge” nuns), which cause me to question and reach for more, spiritually (think ALL-Ahhhh), and reach for Higher, more unifying, freeing, better feeling thoughts. I do this inner work to allow my body to breathe, releasing anger, resentment, tension, grief, stress, and more, and live more in a state of ease, being open to receive ALL divine blessings of Omniscience within the magnificently designed interwoven tapestry of living creation.
Omniscience sees ALL. Omniscience includes ALL. No one really ever “gets away” with ANYTHING. The righteous have nothing (no thing) to fear.
Be in God’s Energy. Sense the Presence of Omniscience. Blessed BE. And so it is…
We Are All Connected. OM
Many blessings to you in ALL ways.
(Part of this blog article was transcribed by https://otter.ai – upon my awakening at 9am on 9/11/2022 – you can listen to the audio here: )
Since I met Patricia McGivern and had a one-on-one hypnotherapy session with her on my birthday in 2016, I have been keeping notes about observations in nature, dreams, visions, and surreal experiences (nighttime visitations) from my mom and dad since they have crossed over to the Other Side of The Veil, transitioned to the Grand Beyond, or had their “Celebration Day.”
My new book draws from these experiences. I named the book, Blues Eyes, a metaphysical novel because it’s centered around things my one day old sister, Christina has shown me.
I’ll write more and put out some videos soon about what the writing process has been like, but for now, I want to highlight some important lessons and concepts:
Note from March 18th, 2016
“And birth is only the beginning. It is overwhelming sometimes to ponder how courageous and brave it is of each soul to agree to this carnal ride.
Oh, how bumpy and bizarre this ride! How curious this journey of becoming human. How mysterious and magical to be in a living, changing, growing, wonderful body!
As an adult, we think we’re big enough, strong, and tough enough to survive, but we know the body and mind are fragile too.
Imagine when we are in the womb, how fragile, delicate, and vulnerable we are. Oh, how indescribable it must be!
So, let us all pray and meditate daily about how grateful we are to have been born–to be here!
We are able to live, move, and have our being, while not every soul who desires and strives to be here, makes it.
And lets be kind to our bodies, our children, and each other. For we are all blessed to be here, and IN Joy relish the time we have on this magnificent planet.
Note from March 18th, 2021
An Aha moment! While reading the preceding paragraphs, held within about 500 writing “Notes” in my iPhone, I realized (seeing with REAL EYES), that I’d written that 3 years to the day BEFORE the DATE dad had set with me to visit each other—due to me always being “busy, busy, busy” (dad’s words).
Sitting in this “complete and fulfilling state of GRATITUDE and GRACE” I Am humbled.
When anything disturbs me (including myself), when my expectations aren’t met, I will choose to let it go as best I can to Limitless Omniscience God, and forgive myself and others as we can never see the whole picture, or know the whole story—much less control anything.
Cherish nothing else except each moment of Presence.
Know that you yourself are essential to this world. Understand both the blessing and the burden of that. You yourself are desperately needed to save the soul of this world.
In a Sacred Hoop of Life, there is no beginning and no ending. To everything, turn, turn, turn. There is a reason.
Each of us is important and have a mission. Much love and multitudinous blessings to each of you in ALL ways. ❤️🦋🌀〰️
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Okay, so this is me talking and driving again and hopefully this comes through okay. Let’s begin.
Now these are my thoughts on the past life regression that I just attended in Palm Harbor today. And I was with our dear soul friend, hypnotherapist, Sedona AZ and Sacred Celtic Journey guide—the honorable, and full of integrity, Patricia McGivern.
I tell you, every time I sit with Patricia in a circle, and this was by far the largest circle, of at least 16 souls, I am always observing the variety of people who show up. This time we had two young men, one said he was 21. And then we have the rest of us older ladies, the youngest was maybe 30 with the rest in their 40s, 50s, and 60s. I spoke with a couple of ladies that were older than me and many were around my age and then several who were younger.
I sat between the partner of the 21 year old medium/channeler. And a young lady engineer whom later told me she was from India, but had no accent. And seemed eager to speak of her ethnicity—I never asked. A beautiful gal, she told me she didn’t consider herself spiritual (though I was thinking, but we ALL are). She was now getting into the mystical arts. I spoke with her and another lady who may have been 40 or 50, but seemed so vibrant to me. She was a Veteran and we had some habits in common besides crystals etc.
I felt it was very interesting sitting between these energies. I sat in a cane back arm chair that had a soft cushion. I put my lapis blue wool wrap from Ireland behind my head. Initially, when we were all introducing ourselves, I had covered up with it. I thought I was going to lay down. But there was so many people in the room, and I arrived right on time, instead of early (due to running into a heavy downpour in Largo), that I was unable to lay down on the floor. In my chair, there had been a cushy pillow, but somebody grabbed it when I wasn’t looking so I just had the chair. I tried to get as comfortable as I could but mostly the whole time was aware of my back. Probably also because I’ve just been chatting with my bestie (about her back pain) and had been researching a new solution to ease her back pain. So I was aware of my back the whole time because I felt like my back was sort of in a reverse arch from what it should have been. I crossed my legs and then crossed them the other way every so often. I wanted to keep them uncrossed though to allow the energy to flow during the regression. But alas, it is what it is. Or was what it was. I was a little uncomfortable the whole time. So be it.
My comfort level probably kept me from going very deep into a deeply relaxed state (which is what hypnosis is). But suffice to say, I was able to keep my eyes closed. And I did connect with my sister, Christina (written about here as a little blue dot and subject of my current book in progress).
In meditation (or the meditative state), I can see the blue start to come in at this time.
I was more focused on visualizing my grandmother’s rose that I had just connected with in West Virginia a few weeks ago.
I focused on (when Patricia asked us to touch the bark of the tree that we were visualizing in our garden), the brick. I touched the brick on my grandmother and grandfather’s house that my uncle and aunt have lived in since 1980. I felt the roughness of the bricks. I felt the pinprick of the rosebush the vine gave me—reminding me a bit of the couple of times when we were in Ireland and I was caught by the stinging nettle.
So, everything comes full circle as they say.
When Patricia asked us to go into our first, second, and third lifetime (typically, this is as different people), essentially my first person was myself at a younger age, much younger, when my grandparents were still living. I could actually see my grandfather walking around the living room of their home. I climbed up into his big green leather reclining chair that had the heat and vibration.
As a child I just remember being so in love with that chair. I thought my grandfather did the best thing he could do or one of the best things he could do for himself, to buy that chair for himself. I mean, I know the man did not buy much for himself and that he was not someone we would call a self love, self care kind of guy. He was a rough tough mechanic and truck driver. He built churches, he built their home (my grandmother helped him too).
All that to say, my grandfather Withee was a very rugged guy, but he was soft, gentle, and warm on the inside. Oh, and he had a huge, huge heart. So I imagine my grandfather would come off the road, his body so beat and tired. I remember grandmother even talking about that when I was wee little. She would say his body’s just so beat from that truck that he needs that chair to relax and to help his body repair itself. And so I saw myself as the little one sitting in that chair, and someone said, aren’t you concerned she was sitting in your chair and he said no, Sheila is gentle and she takes care of things and she’s not going to hurt it (as compared to other children). I wasn’t like other children whom may have jumped up and down on it or broken it. Or something.
So, I was fascinated for a few minutes and noticed how sometimes we are treated differently and we treat our children differently based upon their own particular characteristics and peculiarities and now I see why that might have been. I might have tried to come to the earth before I did. I might have tried to come in as a son born to my grandparents because my Uncle Jim has told me about my grandmother losing a boy before he was born, and my aunt Janice showed me his marker after we buried mom and dad a few weeks ago. Why? My aunt and uncle believe Christina is buried next to my uncle Jim’s baby brother, who apparently was stillborn, lost at birth, or shortly after birth.
So, there was a boy my grandparents had lost. Now, I feel my grandmother can benefit (from my soul work), even though she’s beyond The Veil. In the Grand Beyond. So many can benefit from Patricia’s book Angel babies! Oh, I need to order one for my aunt and uncle and send to them!) As Patricia’s book helped my daughter so much! Angel Babies consoled my daughter to the point of her being able to conceive again and then have Jaclyn and Jewel! So yes, there’s learning, there’s growing, and there’s wisdom on this side and the other side. And I just heard this morning that really the veil is just our human brain. Once we get beyond our human brain, we are on the other side. We are in the Grand Beyond with our others who have gone on before us and left the physical plane.
During the regression, [cut this out for inclusion in my book]. Ah, but there’s a part two, so I will continue to share more… here.
We we are constructing this reality in our minds. This whole reality is a mental construct! And science just came out with this as an established scientific notion or theory, pointing to the fact that everything is a mental hologram or matrix—what we think of as real are not real. They were constructed in a mind whether that’s the mind of God or ALL the minds combined of humanity. That Mind is creating our perceived reality and part of that knowing is helpful because it gives us hope that we can rebuild or build a new reality, a new earth, or a new planet. Perhaps, we see the current planet in a new paradigm, whereby we see it in a new way of looking at things? We incorporate and integrate everything that we’ve known up to this point in time about The Field, or the unified field, where everything is connected, as One.
At the Institute of Noetic Science (IONS), as well as at The Monroe Institute and The Edgar Cayce Institute—these topics and ideas are explored.
Transcribed by https://otter.ai
just as you cannot see light in a room you can only see its effect on surfaces of objects even if they are dust particles but you cannot see light …becoming intimate with divine presence
Silver Birch was a spirit guide who spoke through Maurice BarbanellThe children make differences
Grief can be so perplexing… for US, yes, we’re sad. It’s tragic. Often inexplicable. The loss. The gap we feel between when they were here in the physical with us. Then, we can reach for this thought, this sense, that our loved one is in a better place.
But believing (or knowing) is academic and doesn’t necessarily help us change our FEELINGS.
During bewildering times, our feelings can feel:
- In a fog
- Off putting
- In a daze
- Off kilter
- Or like we’re off balance
It can feel like TIME has sped up or slowed way, way down.
I’ve had to sit with my emotions, in bewilderment, anger, frustration, and confusion during the last couple of weeks in regard to “the letting go” of my first cousin, but also due to the circumstances surrounding his murder. And I don’t want to sit in that upset.
I’ve consciously been working on ways to move through these feelings.
I’ve chosen to work through my grief and look INSIDE of myself as to what makes me put such an emphasis upon “justice.”
Again, as I’ve learned earlier this year:
Feel it. Cry. Let the Energy in motion (emotion) move THROUGH you (not get stuck).
You are loved. So loved. As I’ve said before, we really probably never know how much we’re loved (because most of us don’t love ourselves). But because we are loved, I believe blessings can come INTO us from above, below, beside, outside, and inside.
I believe and sense that collective hearts are with us.
Any perceived loss of life, feels like loss for ALL of us, as I ponder the quote from my dear, minister uncle, here.
Feeling it, the sadness of separation
When a loved one transitions, it is probably an exhilarating and exuberant ride for them into the Grand glorious Beyond, but for US… UGH! It can cause us to feel BIG sadness, and go through stages of grief.
I’m no different than you. I am human and feel all the same emotions, especially when I’m under stress or experiencing turbulent times. I have learned tips and tricks for easing negative emotions, but these are all practices and none bypass or “stuff” the emotions. I believe feeling the need for justice is part of the human experience.
Omniscience God sees you
Omniscience, an Ever-Living, Ever-Conscious, Ever-Expanding, Ever-Pulsing, Ever-BEing… Energy… Nothing (no thing) happens outside of Omniscience. Therefore, WE are ALL enveloped by Omniscience. And WE are ALL so LOVED!!
We are sorry for your pain.
We are with you in spirit.
There is Limitless, Infinite Love available for you.
You are never really ever alone.
In ALL directions, Above, and Below, as in Heaven, grounded on Earth, WE are there.
We Are ALL Connected. Yes! We Are All Connected. That was a phrase I heard as a deep male voice in the middle of the night years ago that started my spiritual journey beyond religion.
Everything Resolves to Gratitude.
A bit about me, your Spiral Sister
Fractal of Omniscience. “Spiral Sister”Observer & Perceiver of Energy & Wisdom from Nature. Empath|Author|Connector|Speaker|Singer. ❤️🦋🌀〰️🔥🙏☯️
I would love to speak at your bookstore, crystal shop, acupuncture / chiropractor office, natural health foods store, art fair, music or yoga festival. I support healthy lifestyle businesses. I’m an Amazon bestselling author of two co-authored books: “Transform Your Life Book 2 Inspirational Stories and Expert Advice” and “Energy of Receiving”, available on Amazon. Visit my author’s page here.
Plus, I documented how I naturally reversed 30+ years of chronic asthma in my holistic health book, Take It Upon Yourself to Live a Wholly Vibrant Life, that’s available on Barnes and Noble: here.
Be the best version of who you want to be. As it really does affect us ALL. We Are All Connected.
Information provided is for educational purposes only and is not intended to treat, diagnose or prescribe.
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