Requesting a reading please
Request a Reading
I would like to request a reading. My son passed in 2005 and my husband just this past June. If anyone could connect with them I would be so appreciative. Thank you.
I am currently reading a book called "Your Soul's Plan" by Robert Schwartz. It is a group of case studies. Each starts with an interview of the subject, then readings/channelings by three different mediums.
It was suggested in the introduction that the book be read in order, but I skipped ahead to one of the case studies that resonated with me. It is a woman whose son passed from an overdose (my son did) and she also lost her fianc in an accident. One of the mediums was channelingthe woman'sactualsoul (that used the pronoun "we" whentalking about itself) and referred to the woman as "the personality". This kind of creeped me out because it seemed so impersonal and separate. The soul said that the woman was experiencing these losses in her life because she hadn't handled loss well in a past life. Alsolong, long ago she had been a warrior and killed people without a thought. She had to experience loss to know what the families were feeling.
Many of the reviews of this book called it "life-changing" and "uplifting", but frankly, I feel like crap after reading part of it. I am now worried that I am not handling my losses well and will have to endure this yet again. I know this is only one book, but I am careful with what I read because everything affects me so much as you can see. I am still trying to make sense out of my life...and know what I am supposed to be doing differently (if anything).
I understand the concept of a contract/soul plan. I guess what bothers me the most is the channeled soul saying things like "We are pleased with the way the personality has handled this" and things of a similar nature.
Your thoughts, please.
My husband has chronic pain and is classified as disabled. He is under a doctor's care and sees a counselor once a week. He is also depressed. He also wallows in his misery and wants to talk about it. I am beginning to dread being around him. Some days when I come home from workI can almost feel the "yuk" before I enter the house. My days off have become something to endure instead of something to look forward to. I feel so guilty for feeling this way, but I cannot help him. Most times I surround myself with white light of protection and it helps deflect a good amount of his stuff, but today I must have let my guard down and I found myself almost suicidal by the end of the day(don't call anyone...I'm fine now.)
Does anyone else live in a toxic environment and how do you deal with it? I can't imagine spending the rest of my life like this.
Thank you everyone, and I am so sorry for all your losses. When we love an animal we open our heart to so much love. Having them move on is so heartbreaking but we are better people for having had them in our lives. I have been honored to care for (and be cared for) by so many loving, brave, gentle, forgiving souls. Aja left me with the intent to be more loving and forgiving, and if I end up facing a disability or medical procedure someday, I will call on my memories of her courage and grace.
My little Chihuahua, Aja, was euthanized today. She was only 10 years old, but was blind and in kidney failure. She was the sweetest little girl, even though I was sticking needles into her and giving her yukky medicine on a daily basis. She would lick my face afterwards. So brave to be so small and blind in such a scary world. Once on our way to work she was in her car seat and I was lost in thought. When we got to the parking lot I said "Here we are" and she looked startled to realize that I was in the car with her. She must've thought she was on some crazy ride by herself...sitting there so trusting. My entire life has revolved around her care since she was diagnosed with kidney failure in August. It was a lot of work (especially since I have 8 other dogs in various conditions) but I didn't mind it a bit and would've done it forever for her. She began to struggle this week and I was hoping to see her rally with some aggressive fluid treatment and supplements. Just last night she was playing with a toy here. Today she went downhill fast and I was faced with taking her to an unfamiliar 24 hour hospital for the weekend or letting her go. Bringing her home would have caused her suffering eventually without her iv fluids. As I was discussing this with the doctor, the technicians brought her to me and said that she had rolled out of her bed and was lying in her food dish. Her heart rate was up and I said "I can't do this to her anymore". She went home surrounded by her loving caregivers and everyone was in tears. She was licking my face as she left. I am shattered and drained but I know I did what I had to. She was such an inspiration with her cheerful little disposition and her courage. She will be buried tomorrow with her story sealed in a Ziploc baggie and her favorite blankie. I am not new to this, but it doesn't make it any easier. She was/is a special soul. This is just a little tribute to her. She was a bright light in this often dark world. Fly free precious girl.
I have read a lot of his writings, although it was several years ago. I was reading everything I could get my hands on about heaven and the afterlife after the death of my son in 2005. Cayce definitely had an amazing gift. It is so easy to say to trust God and read the Bible and pray and all that, but when you lose a child, all bets are off. I read and did anything and everything I could to find out where my child is and how he is. I read Edgar Cayce with only that in mind, but now I may reread some from a different viewpoint. Before I was searching, now I am working on surviving. What do you think of Edgar Cayce?
Nancy, I am so sorry for the loss of your dear friend. It is surprising to people how it "goes down" sometimes. We have a special room called the "Comfort Room" which is nice (but I'd like to make it nicer). It is not at all like an exam room. Unfortunately we are in the practice of removing the pet to place a catheter. For older pets who may have collapsed veins this can be difficult so that is why they do it away from the people. That is the experience I hate and think could be done better in a quieter place. There are so many things I'd like to change there, but I seem to be up against a strong force. One of my co-workers left in tears yesterday because of something the practice manager (who is NOT an animal person and whose lack of compassion is chilling to me) said. I was sorry to see her so upset, yet happy to know that I have a kindred spirit that I hadn't recognized. I was exhausted both physically and mentally last night after going back, but I feel a new resolve today to change what I can. Thank you for your kind comments.
I work with rescue and it is impossible to shield yourself from the horrors, but you can limit yourself. Facebook can be a nightmare if you (like me) are members of shelters and rescues, along with animals rights and vegan enthusiasts. I've noticed that Sunday night seems to be worse for some reason so I stay off. I also scroll quickly past anything that may seem upsetting. I find that a certain amount of pain is inevitable if you are trying to make a difference. I almost feel as though I owe it to them to hurt for them. Hmm, that was an interesting statement from out of the blue.
I am the office manager of a small animal veterinary hospital. I can feel the fear and nervousness of most (not all) dogs who come in for appointments. I interact with the ones who are receptive and offer them treats on their way out (a joyous occasion for them!) I often go back to the treatment area where the hospitalized and surgical patients are. I talk to them and use their name to try to reassure them. Several things bother me however. Every day there is a radio on and, depending on who the surgeon is, it is sometimes music that is not conducive to peace and healing. It's not blasting, but it's there. I've mentioned it and gotten the eye roll. I change their station to classical whenever they are out of the room. I see technicians setting a catheter for a euthanasia and they are talking and laughing to each other and the poor animal, who is usually quite sick and/or old, is shaking in terror. I've stepped in to try to comfort the pet to set an example (I have no power in this part of the hospital) and they look at me like I'm crazy. I am one of the oldest employees (55) and all the doctors are young enough to be my kids. I'm sure, unfortunately, that it's like this at most veterinary clinics. Ours is a good one, with good doctors and a large clientele. I just wish that there was a class on empathy and seeing things through their eyes that was required in the technician training school. These "kids" aren't heartless, just clueless. And the thing that floors me is that I appear to be the only one in the entire hospital who sees this and feels this way. Sometimes I have to go in the bathroom and cry. I've been off work for a week and have to go back tomorrow and I'm dreading it.
I am so very sorry to hear about your son. That is a pain like no other. I think a shock like that changes us physiologically as well as mentally and emotionally. What surprised me was the intense anxiety that I experienced and still battle. I take medication for that as needed. Nothing helps completely, as you said, but it helps me function. Prayers for you also, dear heart. I am sorry we are both on this path.
I joined a few days ago. I found this site through a link (to a link to a link...I think ) on Facebook where I took an amazing quiz. So many of the questions were so right on the money with me...more comfortable in nature, do not like crowds, avoid people, etc. I have always regarded all of these things as flaws in my personality. At least, that is what I was lead to believe by family members who do not understand me. What a relief to see it all in writing and know that it's not something that needs corrected! If I have any abilities, they are as yet undiscovered by me. Quite possibly I am blocking them somehow. I have suspected that for some time.
My spiritual (other than strict Christian) path began when my son overdosed and died in 2005. My friend took me to a medium and that started me on a path I never would have been on otherwise. I have had many wonderful (and a few so-so) readings, although I haven't had one in over a year now. I experimented with EVP (electronic voice phenomena) and heard many spirits including my son and also an old woman who chided me for not wearing a hat at the cemetery when I was recording in the winter. I am Level II Reiki although I have never used it. I think I didn't/don't believe in it, although I tried to. I have taken psychic development courses and have been told that I have the ability to do readings, but I doubt it. I run hot and cold with things, which frustrates me and makes me angry at myself. Right now I am in the "off" mode; mostly reading novels and spending way too much time online fussing around. I am hoping the discovery of this site will help me to refocus my energies and use my "gift", which I am still trying to figure out.
My son, Joey, overdosed on heroin and died in 2005. My mom went into full-blown dementia and health problems right after. I believe the grief at the loss of my son is what caused this. She passed in 2009. They were/are the most special people to me. My best friends. I still cannot believe I am left to go on without them both.