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A Turn

I am electing a different place from which to continue living.

The month of October carried a lot of memories and energy.  Counting back, I was conceived in that month. I met my beloved in the month of my birth. He was born and died in October. It’s been seven years since he died. He and I have been working on continuing our communication and for it to increase in clarity so that I would rarely, if at all, have my sister-friend relay his messages to me.

A new study was recently published that showed anxiety reduces the ability to intuit. Many knew that but now it is “proven”, moving from experience to fact. People who did not consider experience to be acceptable can now catch up.

In many months since my first connection with spirit in 1990 with a person named Rev. Raphael Azariel Francisco di Angelo, a spiritist, I was challenged with various life experiences, the latest and ongoing is my husband’s release of his physical form.  I get that this is the time to learn and embrace new ways to relate to him. Our marriage continues.

He has been patient. He does have other things to do, you know. The dimension he is in is just like this one, however, things occur faster. Here, we have the advantage of the time to change what we desire.

J, my friend, got a message from my husband. She sang offkey (she is wonderful) “Just remember I love you and it’ll be alright…” It was Firefall’s song. I thanked her and play it often, hearing him. Another song I liked was “Miracles” by Jefferson Starship.  And there was “Love Is All You Need” by the Beatles. Love is in all of these songs and the operative feeling.  That was where I began, again.

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A Homeless Pregnant Woman

by Allison L. Williams Hill  In-Vesica  Art  Design  Energy

“Do All Things In-Vesica.”

Originally posted March 10, 2015

The Goddess Within by Allison L. Williams Hill

I was listening to Jack Canfield’s story about a homeless, pregnant woman.  She had her plan to give birth to the child and commit suicide, a method already determined. She read self-improvement books in the library, one of which was his book, Chicken Soup for the Soul, and randomly selected a story about puppies for sale.

A little boy saw the sign in a store window for the puppies. The boy saw all of them and one was limping. He asked the storeowner what he was selling them for.  The boy offered what he had, well below what the owner was asking but he said he’d pay off the rest in installments. The owner asked which one he wanted and the boy pointed to the one with the limp. The owner attempted to talk him out of it because the puppy was lame and explained the cause of the disability and that when it grew up it would not be able to do the physical things, like running and jumping, that dogs do.  The owner offered the puppy for free but the boy refused.   The owner asked why, and the boy showed the owner his braced, physically challenged leg and said, “That puppy will need someone who understands.”

The pregnant homeless woman thought if someone could find and care for that puppy, someone can find and care for her.  The story changed her life: she chose to live.

She thought no one cared for her hence continuing her pregnancy, not ending the child’s life which is commendable, and providing for its care after she removed herself from the world of the living.

The pregnant homeless woman was never NOT cared for but she did not, with all she was experiencing, realize it.

I believe there is something there. My faith in the Unseen has to be strong.

I have seen and felt the Unseen before and in dreams, in the faces and hearts of family, friends, and strangers. I believed in it and continue to do so.

When I reincarnated somehow the Unseen was lost and the information was gone.

What happened? How do I bring that faith with each day I exist here?

I already knew.  I needed to give it the time it required to remember through my not- cared-about times.

Kimberly Curcio invited me into the healing space where she did the Brazilian Energization healing on my husband.  I felt the warmth that was not hot.  I felt the touch without a hand.  My eyes widened.  It felt as if it were standing room only. We were surrounded by the Unseen.

God so loved the world that he gave his only son.

God so loved the world that he gave his daughter who became pregnant and homeless and changed her life and helped others.

God so loved the world that he gave us YOU, going through depression, doubt, poor self-esteem, and hopelessness.

God so loved the world that he gave us YOU who will find your way Home.

God so loved the world that he gave us YOU who remembers the way Home and who will help others to get there.

Thank you, God.

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We Are Exquisite Planners in Spirit

by Allison L. Williams Hill  In-Vesica  Art  Design  Energy

“Do All Things In-Vesica.”

(We Are Exquisite Planners in Spirit by Allison L. Williams Hill was originally published on Inner Eden blog pub. August, 2013)

Spirit Is Here by Allison L. Williams Hill

We are exquisite planners in Spirit.  Personally, I used to think, “Why on Earth am I here?” several years ago but not anymore.

“Oh yeah, then how could I possibly have wanted this, this (fill in the blank)?!!”

Perhaps you and I did so to learn to access help and, by doing so, learn to overcome it.

Mom was told don’t get pregnant and then some.  She was never told, “do.”  Nobody told her what she could do.  She lived her young life in apprehension, always warned of painful consequences.  She would tell me “There isn’t anything you can’t do or be.”  She did not tell me how to achieve “anything” because she did not know.  Mom was never taught how to plan.  She learned how to with us – her four children.

Talking to my mother on a weekend in June 2013 revealed the pain she still experiences after the marriage to my biological father ended over 50 years ago and after his passing 14 years gone.  When they went to City Hall to marry, he had to borrow $2.00 from her to pay for the license.  That was a sign of things to come.

A similar pattern continued with my stepfather who crossed over almost twice as many years ago and also promised my mother all sorts of things.  Mom told me recently that he came to live with her, my younger brother, and me, with a vacuum cleaner and a fish tank.  The furniture that I used in our bedroom with my sisters until I left home for college was purchased by my biological father.  The contribution my stepfather made was repainting it.

Mom regrets a lot of and in her life.  She said something sweet: how she learned from us and never regretted our being here.  Mom is over 80 now.  I asked her what she wanted to do.  I got that she wants to rest and just live.

Mom heard the voices; felt the “advice”; sometimes she listened and followed through on the feeling and other times she did not, as have I.  When I ignore the information, the only thing left to do is to adjust to the outcome of the event.  I can also appreciate that the help can reach me and I can be more attentive the next time.  There is always another opportunity.  I think that is the point of living.

How much of this was planned in Spirit? I think it is about what we use to inform ourselves along the way.  When I focus on the perceived inequity of my existence, how much of it is actually unfair?  If I missed the cues; if I did not comprehend the events; if I was limited in expression; if I had parents who were essentially learning with me and were unable to assist with what I needed, what presents itself is to excavate deeply about what occurred; what was given and what I used.

There is also the realm of what exists beyond the self.

“What have you to say about people living in poverty, then?”

I say: if I know about it and I know there is little they can do for themselves because I know it, it becomes an integral part of my life to help them overcome.  As planning is learned and applied, it is  knowing all along, within my heart, there is always help, unseen, heard, or felt, that directs me to be alive and remain that way; or to a book, or to walk to a certain place, stand and ask, “What now?”  It is a question of when I realize that the help is there to access and use it.

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