At the beginning of every reading, I encourage my clients to ask whatever questions they may have. Want additional details? No problem!! Ask! But know, that there is no guarantee I will get an answer. I CAN’T force a message.
I need to remember this when I am trying to get messages for myself. It would save me a lot of frustration.
Frustration and 50 bucks!
A few weeks ago I tried to replicate the clarity of a message I received last year (check out this blog for the full story). My husband and I had been up at the casino. When we arrived, my guides had clearly indicated where winnings would be. Back up there, after surprising my hubby with a night away, I hoped we might be able to walk away with some winnings. As I had learned my lesson and was not going to ignore a message again.
Unfortunately, this year my guides gave me NOTHING. No machine called to me. No sign that this machine was going to be a winner. I was blank. Nothing was coming through.
So I sat down at Lil’ Red, the machine that was promised (and was) the big winner last year. Nothing. I then sat at the Wizard of Oz machines, which have always paid out for me in the past. Again, nothing.
Feeling frustrated and worried I wasn’t going to win anything, I began to wander in hopes that my inner compass would start to tick and I’d be drawn to a machine.
Nope. I aimlessly walked round and round and round until a dizzy husband said, “Sometimes you’re just not meant to be a winner.”
I felt defeated. But then I looked up and saw a machine that looked “fun.” It was called Alice and based on Alice in Wonderland. Could this be my message? Fairy tale machines do seem to be my thing (Red Riding Hood, Wizard of Oz…). And, don’t messages often come when we are about to lose faith? After playing all scenarios over and over again in my head, I rationalized that this MUST BE the machine and I needed to play it!
Unfortunately, the two machines were already occupied. A couple was sitting there. Playing and chatting. So my husband and I set up camp a few machines down and hoped they would get up. After about ten minutes, it was apparent the couple was bunkered down and weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
Disappointed, I told my husband, “Come on… let’s go do dinner.”
We picked up, made our way to the buffet and had a lovely meal. We sat. Laughed. And when we finished, he encouraged I check to see if Alice was open.
Another sign? It has to be meant to be, right? Excitedly, I sat down and started playing.
Spin after spin. I LOST. And within minutes all of my starting play money was gone. You see, I have a rule – I’m only willing to play and lose $20. When that’s gone, I’m done.
I follow that rule, most days…
Not that day however. You see, I had CONVINCED myself this was going to be a winner. And that Spirit was testing my faith. All I had to do was continue to play and put my faith in them.
So another $20 went into the machine. And then another $10.
Just when I was about to pull out another $20, my husband joined me (thank goodness!) to see how it was going. I explained the situation and astonished he asked, “Dawn, why in the world?? You never do that!!”
He was right. I never do that. I always trust my gut, and my gut was telling me I wasn’t going to be a winner. And yet, I tried to force the message and WORSE force Spirit to win for me. It doesn’t work that way. There is no personal gain.
So fifty dollars poorer, I learned my lesson. Next time I don’t get the message, I’ll walk away while I’m ahead.
The other day I was doing a Skype reading and feeling pretty good about it. The Spirit I was speaking with was the kind that makes my job easy (and makes me look good). He was chatty and supplied me with many specific details about himself without me having to prod.
I was on a roll and my client seemed to be very pleased. That is until the Spirit started talking about a ring. With this subject being raised, the woman suddenly got teary and told me, “We’ve been looking for that ring, but I don’t know where it is!”
The gentleman didn’t skip a beat and told me to tell her he kept it in a green velvet box. If she wasn’t able to easily find it, pull out the insert as it may have gotten stuck underneath.
Hearing this the woman jumped up from where she was sitting and from what I could gather as the camera bounced around, made a beeline across the room. After only a few moments of digging through her dresser, she found what she was looking for. I was dumbfounded with what she then showed me. Right before my very eyes was THE GREEN VELVET BOX.
Without hesitation, she opened the box and showed me the medals and family jewelry that was placed within. This box WAS where the Spirit had kept important items. She even pulled out the insert.
But to our dismay, the ring was not there.
Confused and upset, the Spirit became flustered. He repeated, “But that’s where I always kept it. It HAS TO BE IN THERE!”
At this point in the reading I was speechless. I was in awe over the Spirit’s clarity (Spirit never ceases to amaze me.) Yet, I didn’t quite know what to say to console my client or the Spirit as the information was correct, and then again it wasn’t. Because of this, I am certain I floundered.
In retrospect, I should have reminded her (and myself) that, “Your loved ones don’t become all knowing.” He obviously wasn’t. And, while our loved ones visit and keep an eye on us, they don’t watch us all of the time (which is probably a good thing!)
But it is important to remember that because they don’t watch us all of the time, they don’t always have all the answers or know everything that is going on. In this situation, the woman I was speaking with suspects the Spirit’s wife may have misplaced, lost or sold the ring he referenced. Unfortunately, he couldn’t bring clarity to where it is. Last place he saw the ring was in the green box. Perhaps now that it’s missing he’ll do a little searching… but in the meantime, hopefully knowing his intentions will bring my client some comfort.
It was a day like any other. Except it was a Wednesday (my day off), so instead of talking to Spirit all day I was playing home-maker.
My daughter had just woken up from her afternoon nap and we were both in the kitchen. I was starting dinner, washing and putting dishes away. She was “helping.”
We were both a whirlwind of energy. I went back and forth, from the cabinets to dishwasher to refrigerator AND when I needed to drop items into the recycle bin I’d take the few steps through my “reading” room to the outside. Baby Girl was on my heels with every step.
That is until one of my trips to through my reading room. On this trip she stopped suddenly at the threshold with a panicked look. This look was followed by a whimper and then a WAAAIIIIL.
At first I thought she was just annoyed that I was spending a little longer in the backroom. During this trip one of the boys had rushed out to do his business and was taking his sweet time. It was a nicer day and he knows that the longer he is out the more likely he is to get a cookie – which is really why he wanted to go out.
Fortunately, without too much coaxing Rodney pranced back in. When he did, I scooped her up and gently comforted her while Rodney got his much anticipated cookie. And she calmed down.
That is until I put her down. Soon as her feet hit the ground, the whimpering started again. Followed by a louder cry. With each tear her face scrunched up further. And then, after asking what was wrong, her little finger started pointing at the back door and reading room.
Upon hearing the commotion, my husband appeared from the basement asking, “What’s going on? Everything ok up here? What’s wrong?”
Grateful for the assistance, for the crying had distracted me away from the pan on the stovetop where ground beef was browning, I responded… “I’m not sure.” Baby Girl however, responding by whimpering and again pointing to the reading room.
Immediately he responded, to both her and me, “Who is in the back room?”
Now it should be noted this is not uncommon for Spirits to be hanging out in my reading room. They have a tendency to show up before their reading and “wait.” I think it’s because they are excited to have the opportunity to connect with their loved ones. This doesn’t really bother me. In fact, I hardly notice them anymore. What does bother me, however, is when they come into the rest of the house or bother my family.
So with that in mind, my response to my husband was – “there is a man and two women. You know how it is. Showed up really early this week!”
With Baby Girl still pointing (she’d stopped crying because my husband picked her up), I was informed, “Well, your people are bothering her…” He then turned to Baby Girl and said, “What do you think about us asking them to leave? Want to help me get rid of them?” To which she just nodded.
Without hesitation, Don promptly walked over to the buffet, grabbed a smokeless smudge that was sitting out and started spraying it. While spritzing the spray and walking into the back room, he in his best Poppa voice stated “Ok you Spirits, it is time for you to leave. You are bothering Baby Girl and that’s not nice. Out you go!”
They must have only be three steps into my reading room and Baby Girl was giggling and laughing. And a minute later, she was back around my ankles “helping” me cook dinner as if nothing had ever happened.
That night Don and I recounted the experience. We had thought (and hoped!) we would have more time before we’d have to deal with this kind of issue. Baby Girl is only sixteen months old after all! Right now she has some verbal ability, but by no means can tell us what she is experiencing nor can we assure her that everything is going to be ok. All we can do is try to empower her.
And that’s all I can encourage any parent in a similar situation to do. Empower the intuitive child to know they are in control and they can tell the Spirits to leave them alone.
Until my daughter has a little more verbal skills, looks like I’ll be putting some more talisman up to protect the space. Might also have to be stricter with my spirit visitors.
Being a spiritual being in a physical body is HARD. Logically, I know that my happiness is not wrapped up in the things I own or the awards I receive. And, I want to pursue my passions and fill my life with experiences. Unfortunately, living on the physical plan those pursuits are often stifled by my worries about practicalities. I worry, “Should I really be spending this money on a trip? What if the furnace goes?” or “Aren’t I being selfish taking days off? Shouldn’t I be working around my clients schedules? Am I losing business because I’m being too inflexible?” Which of course equates to lost revenue, which in turn makes me worry, “Will I be able to pay my bills?”
Each month I do and in my heart and soul, I know that these worries are foolish. I (and my family) have always had what we’ve needed. Most of the time we’ve also had the things we’ve wanted!! But, these worries linger and make me slow to commit myself to anything monetarily (especially in business) until I see or understand the return on investment (ROI).
As I look back to last year, I see this was the case when I was approached by my dear friend Judy from Awakenings. Awakenings, a Spiritual Center which had been housed in the Roycroft, was growing. To facilitate this growth, it became apparent to her that she need a larger location. In order to afford that and in a desire to cultivate a community, she hoped to sublet some of the space to practitioners.
I was honored to be one of the first people she approached. And my intuition led me to commit immediately. Which I regretted as I thought on it. The more I thought about it, the more I began to second guess my intuition. All I could think was: Could I afford the office? I hadn’t budgeted for it. And what about child care? Who would watch the baby? If we had to put her in daycare, what costs would be associated with that? Again something I hadn’t budgeted for. Not only that, would clients come and see me in the Southtowns? I’d always been located north of Buffalo… did I have the clients to support the office there?
The worry grew and grew. But, I had committed and wasn’t going to back out of that. Judy was now counting on me as one of her renters! I had to be fair to her.
Then an opportunity presented itself. A friend, who was also considering moving to WillowLight (the new name of the community), mentioned she had some of the same concerns regarding the space. After talking to my husband about it, we asked her “What do you think about sharing space?”
It seemed to make sense and she jumped on it.
We moved in together. Divided up the week. Brought things in and decorated our parts of the room.
And at first, this arrangement seemed to be going well. I was working a lot. My days were filled with clients. I was enjoying having the time to work.
But, then something was off. I didn’t feel like I could completely settle in…
And then, one of my clients said something. She was at a reading at my office and commented, “You know, this is really nice and all. But, I think I prefer your home office. It feels more you than this does.”
At that moment, I looked around and realized the office really had become a statement of my office mate, not me. Not that I was complaining, she was a lovely decorator… but it was her taste and a reflection of her. I realized the space wasn’t really mine. I was sharing it, after all. In that moment, I realized I really wanted my own space. Someplace to fill with MY energy.
I wasn’t going to push my colleague out. I had signed a lease and committed to sharing the space. AND it had been my idea. But, I decided when the opportunity to have my own space came along, I was going to seize it. Especially since I knew after reviewing my financials the office was paying for itself.
It was right after the New Year that opportunity to have my own office did present itself.
During a conversation between my colleague and our landlord, she revealed to the landlord she had been pondering looking for a way to get out of the lease. Judy encouraged her to speak with me as she couldn’t let her out of the lease unless I was willing to absorb her portion. Judy also knew that it was a concept I would be open to.
And I was.
As of February 1st, I’m excited to say the office is ALL MINE. And this time, I have no concerns. Except, perhaps what color to paint the space!
Spirit presented me with the opportunity, not once but TWICE. They also provided me with the evidence to sway my vote. Fortunately, things that are meant to be are not just on Spirit’s time, but also on ours.
Dawn Lynn is an EveryDay medium. She lives and breathes via her intuition, which as a fourth generation intuitive from a family of Spiritualists came easily. Her abilities became apparent in early childhood and were cultured by a supportive family. Through her Blogs and Vlogs, she wants to help you become the EveryDay medium too.