Life’s wounds come in so many shapes and sizes. Some are the light scratches of the surface that represent our minor battles. Some are the painful echoes of hateful words flung in the passion of anger. Others stay with us forever as the permanent scars reminding us of victimization at the hands of another. Often there are the tears to the heart from love after love after love gone wrong. Our psyche suffers nicks to our pride and self-concept due to ridicule, unfair judgment by others, and not being accepted in some part of society. There even exist actual gaping holes due to neglect which are only filled with more emptiness from not receiving enough compassion or kindness. More wounds are then created when we attempt to fill these voids with substances and addictions that only hollow us out more. The fire of our own selfishness, hate, and fury directed at ourselves and at others leaves us with severe burns.
Every single one of us has our own wounds. We have the stories to each little cut, bruise, and blister. Some of us carry all, or at least most, of these- from the very minor to the near fatal. This is the human experience. We are meant to meet adversity, suffer, problem solve, and overcome. Without these, there can be no healing. Without healing there’s no learning, and if there’s no learning, there can be no spiritual evolvement.
Spiritual growth is the goal. Taking our collective consciousness to the next level in order to bring peace, love, and harmony to the human race is a necessity. There are many who have battled and lost. They have fought and suffered pain and grief because of it. There are those whose light shines so brightly that it makes them a target to the dark that wishes to stifle the beams meant to illuminate us all. Yet, they keep charging forward. They do not lay down the sword and shield and give in to the misery that would consume them. They do not allow their attacker’s blows to send them to the ground for long. Instead, they smile and charge forward armed with faith to carry out a mission of protecting, healing, and teaching others who have suffered as they.
This is the path of the wounded healer.
Written by:
Psychic Medium GeminiRose
September 2009
www.GeminiRose.net
Monday, June 28, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Gifts of Hope and Inspiration Left by My Spirit Friends
Spirit contact and all that comes with it can be interesting, inspiring and evolutionary. They touch our lives in so many unseen, and even seen, ways. Whether they come as a scent of your mother's favorite perfume, a doll that you KNOW your aunt would have loved and wants you to have, a message of love and confirmation coming through a medium, or even in symbolic tangible object with a twist of mystery- which is the case in the personal story I'm going to share.
Several weeks ago, when paranormal activity was at its peak in my life thus far, I was doing laundry in my bedroom. I was working my way through a massive heap of shirts and jeans. I felt like it would NEVER end! My mind was lost in deep thought during the process, as I often use this time to “zone out” and receive messages from whomever needs to bring them. (Hey, the process is so automatic it works really well to put me in a meditative state. What can I say???) As I tucked the last shirt away and turned around, I looked at my pillow. Lying on it was a pin that I had never seen before. I picked it up and ran my fingers over the cool metal. It’s navy blue background was the canvas for a golden bird of some type. It appeared as though the bird were gently flying through the night sky. I was puzzled as to where it came from.
I went through the house asking everyone if it was theirs. Their answers were quick “no’s”, and so I started making phone calls. It belonged to no one, and there had been very few people in my home recently. It was Memorial Day, and so I thought that perhaps this was a message from a passed spirit who had been in the military. (This may sound odd, but remember I said that during those weeks spirit activity in my home was constant. They had been messing with the air conditioner, moving around objects, and even pulling the tube running from the back of my washer OUT of the wall- twice, in fact!) I accepted it as a gift and as a message, though I didn’t know what the message was.
Days went by and I kept the pin next to my bed on the small, wooden side table that houses the other important things in life like the reading lamp and alarm clock. Though I couldn’t put my finger on the meaning, or just who left the pin, I knew it was important and that it was only a matter of time before I would fully understand. Finally, while staring at it, it hit me! The bird was a dove. I did some research and found the meanings of the dove as a totem to be very touching and pertinent to my life and its purpose.
Weeks passed, and last weekend I woke up to what I didn’t know was going to be the beginning of one of the most emotionally and mentally stressful weekends I’ve had in a LONG time. I crawled to the end of my bed to cuddle with my fluffy Russian Blue-grey cat, Booger. (Yes, his name is Booger. It’s a long story. LOL!) I gave him big kisses good morning, and put my head on his back snuggling my face into his soft fur. (I know my cat allergy people are cringing.) At that moment, my eyes fell upon a unrecognized item. The only things on the bed were me, Booger, a couple of pillows, and this tiny object. I gingerly scooped it up and examined it. In my hand perched a tiny, bright yellow foam bird- a dove.
The actions after finding this gift were much the same as before. No one claimed it, or confessed to having ever seen it for that matter. How synchronistic- the only two gifts to appear did so in the same place (my bed), they were the same color, the same size, and the same thing: a dove.
The dove is symbolic of the soul and the Holy Spirit. It’s the bringer of peace, hope, inspiration, and messages from Heaven. In Greek mythology, it was the bird of Athena, the goddess of war and wisdom, and represented new beginnings. In the flood story in the Bible, it was the same. This graceful and serene fowl is a symbol of the feminine powers of nurturance, generosity, and prophecy. The dove flies gently through the veils that separate our physical realm (Earth) from the spiritual (Heaven). He the promise of peace to the world.
As if these messages weren’t simply beautiful and awe-inspiring in their own rite, they are even more powerful when applied to my own life and spiritual path. I am passionate about trying to be all of the things that the dove represents. Brining peace, hope, and inspiration helps me to “fly”. I’ve been told in an astrological reading that one of the elements of my path is to be “the midwife to the soul”, and so the birth of new spiritual awakenings is tied to the “new beginnings”. Additionally, I am a female who strives to dig deep within her inner self to pull out as much power and courage as she possibly can, especially when faced with adversity, while doing so as peacefully as possible. Nurturing others nurtures me. The “prophecy” seems to be a given- (duh, “psychic” LOL). Finally, and most warming to my heart is the “messenger from Heaven” who slips through the veil between our dimensions in order to facilitate the communication process between the beings on either side. This eludes to the channeling and mediumship work that I do (which happens to be my favorite gift).
I am exceedingly grateful to Spirit (and the spirit friend who manifested these gifts) for the love and healing messages they have brought to me. Have I found my totem? Maybe. I’m not sure, but I do know that my path becomes clearer and clearer with each day that passes, and I am overjoyed in the knowingness that I’m RIGHT where I need to be. I’m going to successfully do my part in healing the world, as well as myself.
Thank you for allowing me to share with you.
In Divine Love,
GeminiRose
July 19, 2009
www.GeminiRose.net
Several weeks ago, when paranormal activity was at its peak in my life thus far, I was doing laundry in my bedroom. I was working my way through a massive heap of shirts and jeans. I felt like it would NEVER end! My mind was lost in deep thought during the process, as I often use this time to “zone out” and receive messages from whomever needs to bring them. (Hey, the process is so automatic it works really well to put me in a meditative state. What can I say???) As I tucked the last shirt away and turned around, I looked at my pillow. Lying on it was a pin that I had never seen before. I picked it up and ran my fingers over the cool metal. It’s navy blue background was the canvas for a golden bird of some type. It appeared as though the bird were gently flying through the night sky. I was puzzled as to where it came from.
I went through the house asking everyone if it was theirs. Their answers were quick “no’s”, and so I started making phone calls. It belonged to no one, and there had been very few people in my home recently. It was Memorial Day, and so I thought that perhaps this was a message from a passed spirit who had been in the military. (This may sound odd, but remember I said that during those weeks spirit activity in my home was constant. They had been messing with the air conditioner, moving around objects, and even pulling the tube running from the back of my washer OUT of the wall- twice, in fact!) I accepted it as a gift and as a message, though I didn’t know what the message was.
Days went by and I kept the pin next to my bed on the small, wooden side table that houses the other important things in life like the reading lamp and alarm clock. Though I couldn’t put my finger on the meaning, or just who left the pin, I knew it was important and that it was only a matter of time before I would fully understand. Finally, while staring at it, it hit me! The bird was a dove. I did some research and found the meanings of the dove as a totem to be very touching and pertinent to my life and its purpose.
Weeks passed, and last weekend I woke up to what I didn’t know was going to be the beginning of one of the most emotionally and mentally stressful weekends I’ve had in a LONG time. I crawled to the end of my bed to cuddle with my fluffy Russian Blue-grey cat, Booger. (Yes, his name is Booger. It’s a long story. LOL!) I gave him big kisses good morning, and put my head on his back snuggling my face into his soft fur. (I know my cat allergy people are cringing.) At that moment, my eyes fell upon a unrecognized item. The only things on the bed were me, Booger, a couple of pillows, and this tiny object. I gingerly scooped it up and examined it. In my hand perched a tiny, bright yellow foam bird- a dove.
The actions after finding this gift were much the same as before. No one claimed it, or confessed to having ever seen it for that matter. How synchronistic- the only two gifts to appear did so in the same place (my bed), they were the same color, the same size, and the same thing: a dove.
The dove is symbolic of the soul and the Holy Spirit. It’s the bringer of peace, hope, inspiration, and messages from Heaven. In Greek mythology, it was the bird of Athena, the goddess of war and wisdom, and represented new beginnings. In the flood story in the Bible, it was the same. This graceful and serene fowl is a symbol of the feminine powers of nurturance, generosity, and prophecy. The dove flies gently through the veils that separate our physical realm (Earth) from the spiritual (Heaven). He the promise of peace to the world.
As if these messages weren’t simply beautiful and awe-inspiring in their own rite, they are even more powerful when applied to my own life and spiritual path. I am passionate about trying to be all of the things that the dove represents. Brining peace, hope, and inspiration helps me to “fly”. I’ve been told in an astrological reading that one of the elements of my path is to be “the midwife to the soul”, and so the birth of new spiritual awakenings is tied to the “new beginnings”. Additionally, I am a female who strives to dig deep within her inner self to pull out as much power and courage as she possibly can, especially when faced with adversity, while doing so as peacefully as possible. Nurturing others nurtures me. The “prophecy” seems to be a given- (duh, “psychic” LOL). Finally, and most warming to my heart is the “messenger from Heaven” who slips through the veil between our dimensions in order to facilitate the communication process between the beings on either side. This eludes to the channeling and mediumship work that I do (which happens to be my favorite gift).
I am exceedingly grateful to Spirit (and the spirit friend who manifested these gifts) for the love and healing messages they have brought to me. Have I found my totem? Maybe. I’m not sure, but I do know that my path becomes clearer and clearer with each day that passes, and I am overjoyed in the knowingness that I’m RIGHT where I need to be. I’m going to successfully do my part in healing the world, as well as myself.
Thank you for allowing me to share with you.
In Divine Love,
GeminiRose
July 19, 2009
www.GeminiRose.net
Friday, June 25, 2010
This IS My Life - (The Moment That Started It All...)
The following entry was a great and pivotal moment of personal growth and healing I experienced in the fall of 2008. It is very personal, and I hesitate to share it. However, if others can take inspiration from my revelations, then I feel it's my duty to put myself out there for that purpose. It was with this clarification from God that I began to really understand myself and my life's purpose. In that moment I picked myself up and saw a new vision of myself and my potential. I realized that I was letting life pass by while I was hungrily searching for the moments in the future ahead that would hopefully bring me the peace and joy that I so desperately needed. Essentially, I was missing out on life all together.
That very month, I launched Readings by GeminiRose and dedicated myself to the service of others. (Added June 2010.)
I close my eyes. Silence. The comfort of the night is there- the shoulder on which I spill my tears, my wall to lean against. It helps me to provide the illusion of standing tall.
I inhale deeply and give thanks to the omniscient listeners. They are my ever-present audience. Tonight, they are the witnesses to my faith- My faith in love. My faith in happiness. My faith in life. My faith in me.
It is now that the realization comes: This is my life. How strange! All this time I thought of myself in a sort of limbo; a preparation time for the real life that is surely on its way soon... Soon... How could I be so blind? How could I have let those precious months, weeks, minutes, seconds slip through my fingers unnoticed?! I should be ashamed, but that is not the purpose of this epiphany. I'm not finding myself only to glare unforgivingly at my reflection in time's flowing waters. NO! To do so would be to sneer obnoxiously in the face of this new wisdom. I've been finally blessed with the understanding that I am meant to live these moments for what they are- mine.
I will no longer turn the pages of my life's album in hopes of finding a meaning that does not exist. I won't search for the reappearance of yesterday's saviors to carry me into the future. I am here. I am free. I am me.
This is my life! I will cherish it. I will nurture it. I will find passion in every breath and share it with those around me. I am finally comfortable in this newness- the world lies before me, and for once, I'm turned in the right direction! I embrace it all hungrily!
This is my life!,and I shall ignore it no longer. I offer sincere gratitude to the quiet messengers who have stood beside me and guided me to this pivotal moment. I am listening! Thank you for this invaluable revelation. I will not forsake you.
GeminiRose
Novenmber 2008
www.GeminiRose.net
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