Dead Lives Matter: Letting go of the past

There are any forms of Spirit communication. Spirit are inventive to say the least and as subtle as a brick when they want to let us know they are around.

But why do they do it? Why go to all that bother when they know they are the butt of jokes, misunderstood, abused, denied, ridiculed and lied about?
Dead Lives Matter. Just because they are dead doesn’t mean they don’t have an opinion and I’m a spokesperson or representative for the dead.
I’m their loud speak or foghorn some would say lol
The thing that sets me apart from other Medians or Intuitive Clairvoyants is instead of trying to prove they existed I sat and asked them questions and observed their answers.
I stopped hearing the dead and started listening to the dead.
And they taught me how to be an amateur theoretical physics, and philosophy and history. I understand evolution now on a mind blowing level. It seem so easy to me now because I’m lucky enough to experience the answer to the question I seek.
I am developing the theory based on observation of recent conversations with the dead and things I’ve experienced is those of us who are dead who communicate often have something to make up for in this life with loved ones of society.
For example. Those of my loved ones who are crossed over who I see often in Spirit, are those who I had issues with in life. Hurts and issues I carry with me due to the nature of the relationship we had.
For example: (I’m about to get very personal here)
My Dad. I loved him. He is someone as far as his long and distinguished army career is something I simply beam with pride for.
I have SO much respect for what he did for his country. He was adored by all who knew him. He made time for anybody who needed him.
Except his family. He neglected my Mum, cheated on her, left her to raise 7 kids on her own and when he was home he slept and got pissed.
He was a fantastic man and we never went hungry and always had a roof over our head. Just…..
He let me Mother dream about ‘One day when you get out of the army we can go to Scotland’ and when he did get out he dropped dead 7 years later having worked himself to death as a security guard who worked all the hours blob sent.
Leaving my poor Mother to raise 2 orphaned grandchildren by herself.
I know my Dad was embarrassed of me. I was over weight, sleepy-aroundy, reckless and un-militarian. (yes I made up a word). I was too soft, I cried all the time. I hurt so bad as a teenager and child.
he wanted badly for me to join the army. I think he thought it would toughen me up and help me lose weight. Truth be told, If I wasn’t so fat I would of joined. I’d of had a great time. I would of been so proud to have been known as Sarg Major Callaghan’s daughter. Then I would of risen to the ranks just to spite him.
Yet the night he died, it was me he sent for. We drove 2 hours to be home that night he called me and asked me if I was coming home that day Friday 9th January 1991. Which I thought was odd and I told my husband at the time ‘Something is wrong, I need to get home’. My Dad didn’t like me, why was he calling me? The ones he did like lived across the road from him and down the road etc…
h had been unwell and had been to the Doctor. He was given Amitriptyline and was afraid to take it. I talked him into taking it because I was taking it too.
I went to bed that night and said to Mum ‘I’m not going to sleep tonight. I can sleep in the morning when I know he’s okay’. Call if you need me.
No sooner had I hopped into bed with a book all hell broke loose.
I had to do CPR on him, my poor Mother standing at the door with my nephew who was about 14 I think looking to me to do something.
When the ambulance was there had to ring my siblings.
Anyway…..he and I had issues. The only time I ever saw pride for me was the day I got married. When I walked out in my dress. He did a double take. He took my face in his hands and told me I looked so beautiful and I knew he meant it. He teared up and said I looked like my Aunty Rosina which I’m now getting emotional about because as I talk I’m reliving the experience. (the perks of time traveling) I’m feeling my Dads big hard Royal Engineers hands on my soft skin. I can smell him.
Old spice and tobacco. I thought my Aunty Rosina was a movie star. She was stunning to me. My dads hands were scared and rough because when I was a baby he put a fire out in my bed room with his bare hands because my sister Paula went to sleep reading by candle light.
The candle was on a varnished dresser and the varnish stuck to his hands.
I know your telling me you loved me Dad and I love you too but you were the man who was supposed to protect me forever and you didn’t.
But I forgive you. I do. Because on the course of my journey I have come to realize that you taught me so much growing up. It felt like you were never there but when you were there you clearly made an impact on me.
You taught me my love of tanks and cars. You taught me how to walk. I’ll never forget the only compliment you ever gave me as a kid was I had an excellent walk lol
You taught me how to be organized. I loved it when you would bounce the coin on our beds to see if they bounced. I was determined to get it bouncing higher than my sister Erin’s.
You taught me my love of death. Serial killers and unsolved mysteries etc…because I’m Scorpio, I have a fascination with death because I rule it. I rule birth, regeneration, the occult and sex (hehe).
I would try and solve them. Dad and I would have discussions with him about who we thought Jack the Ripper was.
You taught me how to drink. I LOVED watching you entertain the crowds. You sang like a god. You sounded just like Bing Crosby who I adore. His Xmas album takes me back to my childhood Christmases. You always made Christmas so exciting. You were home, and happy. You were relaxed and friendly. You were excited for Santa.
You were such a big kid. I was so proud of you. Do you remember when I was about 8 I had a vision of you and Mum dying when I was still young? I was afraid you wouldn’t see my children. You came into my room because my siblings were laughing at me for being dramatic and you sat on my bed and you said ‘You and Mum weren’t going anywhere, not in this life or the next, life goes on Debbie’.
I’ll never forget what. I was 18 when Lauri died, 25 when you died and 32 when Mum died. You never saw my kids and neither did Mum.
But its okay because you do now. My boy has been talking about you since he was 2yrs old.
Thank you for protecting him. I know it was you that stopped him falling the wrong way off the couch. he should of fallen through the glass cabinet and he didn’t. He moved slowly on an angle and got slowly lowered down.
So I forgive you. I’m moving past it now. I have let go of it all. I cant ignore the fact you were a good teacher and you made me not afraid of what us kids were.

My sister Laurie I hardly every see. I’ve had maybe 4 encounter with her my entire life since she has been dead. All in dreams.
Bu my son has been talking about you since before he could walk. The pregnant lady who hit her head with red hair.

We had a good relationship. We got closer when she got sick. I helped her with her pregnancy an cancer treatment. She was diagnosed with terminal cancer the same time she finds out she is pregnant at the age of 27. She was due to have Emma on the 31st of May. They induced her on the 17th of April. She died on the 31st of May. I’ll never forget the look on Mums face as I lay beside you after I cleared your airways and put you in the recovery position.

I knew immediately why I’d just done the comprehensive first aid course on my Early Childhood Development Certificate.
You and I never had reason for you to hang around. That’s why I never saw you. I get it now. I know your part of the greater consciousness that helps me figure stuff out.

My Mum I never see. I’ve had maybe 2 dreams, you have come through on reading, yet I feel you answer my questions. You let me go when you were dying because you knew you and I were gonna be okay after your death. You and I had been on a journey since the second I was conceived. We both had to make a choice. Live or die. We chose life and there began our journey. You used to smack the shit out of me but I grew to adore everything about you. You taught me to be strong and to stand y your man no matter what. You taught me to cook.
You used to love standing in the kitchen letting me peel carrots, I could tell because you always called me Bub and played with my hair.
You taught me how to read palms and tea leaves our way.
You taught me pride for my culture. Scottish and Maori. You were the victim of abuse yourself because of Papa. So it’s okay. I still loved you. I grew to love you more. You were the personification of what a real woman was.
I wish I’d gotten you to teach me how to sew. I loved you teaching me to knit. I would even of let you teach me stupid gardening stuff bllllhhhaaa.
It was so boring to me until you taught me to feel the soil and stuff. That was our special thing between you and I no one knew about. Your respect for the land and it’s life was just so special t watch. I saw how being in the garden made you calm. It brought you peace. It’s why when I need calm and to connect to the universe I need to be around trees and plants. You taught me that.
You taught me how to take care of my man. The only difference is I also got my own independence. I’m determined to show y boys what it is to see a positive female role model. Someone who works hard to be the best at what I am while still maintaining a stable relationship with my man. (I’m talking about my life here not yours) and raise children at the same time. In fact I’m going one better and retiring my EX husband so he can stay and raise our boys and home schooling them, driving me around and being the cook and cleaner while I run an empire haha
Sounds nuts, but watch me.

My point to all of this rambling is this. I believe that the Spirits who communicate have to in order to make up for some loss in relationship during life.
They are hear to teach us. Hear their wisdoms and learn from what they teach. Be honest, stop denying it exists. They are just energy. Like for example. Look at air. You can’t see it but you now it is there. You can’t exist without it.
If they are around, they re trying to make up for something. Let them do it. So they and you can move on from it having learned something from the experience.
Whether you knew them in life or not. If they are there and your experiencing them, there is a lesson in it or you. Help them out. It’s the kind thing to do. Trying to prove their existence instead of understanding it.
If you have issues with someone who has crossed over and you another are around, find a way to let it go.
Whether it is forgiveness or cutting off all acknowledgement, either way they get to move on and learn from the experience and so do you.
But move on. The dead matter to us. As far as the evolution of us as a race is concerned it really does.
The dead have something to say and they an help you move on from so much.
I shared my story with you, my personal story with you because I was showing you as it happened how you move on from something that has stayed with you for a long time that left you growing up hurt and confused.
Letting go of the past is important. I understand, I couldn’t move on without learning to let go of my Daddy issues.
He was a good man. I’m honestly so proud of him. He did the best he could and it got me where I am today so he can’t be half bad I reckon lol
They talk to us because they are here to teach us and until you all hear them I will speak for them. Me and my gob. My Mum literally named me Foghorn Leghorn when we were placing family members with Looney Tunes Characters.
lol She must of known something aye?

 

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Pendulums: The Truth

People, you can NOT use pendulums to ask questions about your future. It doesn’t work that way.
It does NOT use Spirits in ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM. It uses magnetics.
It reads off the magnetic energy of tangible things. It will never give you an accurate reading on something in the future because it hasn’t happened yet therefore it isn’t tangible.
Treasure, a dead body, electricity, lay lines, missing objects etc…are tangible. A future something that hasn’t been made or created yet isn’t tangible.
You use pendulums to find things and read stuff. You don’t use it to predict your future.
In order to use it in that kind of capacity requires a ton of training and skill so you don’t manipulate the energy around you to suit your answer.
By which I mean you can make the answer. If you don’t know what your doing you can manipulate the answer to give you the answer you want not the answer that is correct.
That is what happens to people who use a pendulum and don’t know what they’re doing then blame anything and everything else for the answers being wrong.
People using it to decide their fate etc…not realizing they are using their own want and need and desperation to decide their fate which they of course get wrong.
You get out of this world of the paranormal what you put into it.
If you abuse your pendulum, it will turn on you and refuse to work with you. It becomes like a negative ion and will begin to push away from you and refuse to work.
As with any type of energy, it needs to be treated with respect and the currents must flow correctly or it wont flow in a positive way.

In short, if your pendulum has stopped working for you the way it was intended to be used it doesn’t like you.
You have pushed too much into it that it doesn’t like and it will refuse to work.
You’d need to cleanse it, or find another one. But it’s no guarantee it will work because it’s you that is the problem NOT the pendulum as it is supposed to be an extension of you.
It is an important tool for connecting to our planet and it will rebel if its mistreated.

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