In my last Blog, I discussed the challenges I as an intuitive face while staying at a hotel or rental property, as well as the steps I take to mitigate those challenges.
But what about staying with friends and family? Do I have to be psychically protected there?
ABSOLUTELY!! Perhaps to an even greater degree than while at a rental property.
Why? Here are a few examples:
As you can tell, instead of making strides to create sacred space like I do with a rental property, when staying with friends or family, I am protecting myself from their energies which are contained within the host’s sacred space, their home. This is not because their energies are bad, they are just DIFFERENT than mine and my family’s. By protecting, this is assisting in creating a balance. If you’ve ever had a roommate, you know how important this is.
To find this balance I offer you the following advice:
Those are my tricks. Since using them, travel has been a lot more fun and less draining. What tricks do you use?
I LOVE to travel. I love the thrill of seeing new places. Trying new foods. But more importantly, I love getting away from the daily grind. Away from the laundry and the dishes. The mile long to do list. When I am away, I FINALLY relax.
Travel, however, comes with its own set of challenges. From making the arrangements including hotel, flights and car if necessary, activities and food. And for me, the intuitive with an intuitive child, the unique challenge of psychic protection. I’ve got to make sure I am prepared to keep any ghosties and negative energy at bay.
Why? If I don’t… I can’t sleep. My daughter can’t sleep. My husband gets cranky. We all become drained. Which is NO FUN while on vacation.
To be quite honest, it isn’t because places are overly haunted. Yes, there is usually a Spirit or two. But my protective bubble lets the Spirit know, I’m not there to communicate. Most are respectful and leave me alone. If they are a little pushier, I just ask them to go away. No different than when I am at home.
What I do always need to remind myself to protect against is the energy of places.
In my home, I have established a sanctuary. It is laden with protective amulets. Each decorative element is purposely chosen to enhance the feng shui and bring a specific energy to the place. My husband and I smudge it frequently to remove negativity and infuse it with love and light. Not only that, we are picky about who we welcome into our home.
Hotels and rental properties, are not so picky. Anyone willing to pay the price of the room can stay. The energy is transient, always flowing just as guests come and go at their leisure.
The décor, is not chosen to be protective. Rather it is utilitarian.
As for, smudging… I always pray that the hotel has had a thorough cleaning, I’ll settle for that. Asking that it be smudged is asking for a little too much.
All that causes obstacles for the intuitive. Not only that, guests often bring (and leave) their emotional baggage at hotels. Think for a moment your last trip away for pleasure. Before the trip, you were probably excited to get away to relax. The trip provided an opportunity to leave your stress from work and the day to day life behind. I know that’s what I am usually thinking.
Although it is unlikely you left that stress at home. That stress, and the stress of travel, probably wasn’t released until you got to the place you were staying. And guess what, that energetic baggage stays there and builds up over time as it has no place to go. No windows to open to let it out. Many hotels are created in a square, so the energy goes around and round. With hundreds of rooms… the energy of a hotel can be stifling.
What do I do to counteract that? Well, first I address the sterile environment by stealing a few tricks from my step-mother. Whenever we go and stay someplace, she always brings a candle and buys fresh flowers for the room. This brings a little bit of a sense of home to the otherwise typical room.
Additionally, my husband and I have opted towards renting homes or condos. At the bare minimum, we rent a room with not only a bed but also a living space. Through sites like Airbnb and Homeaway, we’ve found amazing deals that have given us an entire home for the same price as a hotel room. This has been beneficial for the following reasons:
Finally, in addition to bringing our homey touches and staying at a rental property, I always bring smokeless smudge. My dear friend, Sue, created a wonderful line of sprays filled with intention, essential oils, blessed waters and crystals, that cleanse the air. I always have a stash on me. They work wonders!
These tricks work wonders while at a rental property. Stay tuned for my next blog for tips and tricks on how to stay protected while staying with friends and family.
Fifteen years ago today, my life changed forever. If you read my Blog, Hit on the Head, you recall I was in a significant car accident.
Fifteen years is really a LONG time. It’s a little less than half my lifespan. Soon, I will have lived more of my life after the accident than before. At this point the norm that was imposed on me by the accident, which includes but not limited to my inability to drive, is all I remember. At this point, remembering the Dawn I was before the accident, is hard. And yet, despite this extensive timespan and the memory lapse, the anniversary is always tough.
The dreaded anticipation of the anniversary begins each year after my January 22nd birthday. Each year, I tell myself this year the anniversary isn’t going to bother me. Again, 15 years is a long time. I should be over it already, shouldn’t I? But each year, it does bother me.
Each year the two weeks between my birthday and the anniversary goes a little like this:
This has happened each year. This year has been no different.
Desiring to break the cycle, this year I have done a great deal of reflection. And I realized something. Do the steps look/sound familiar to you? If you’ve taken an introductory psychology class they probably do. They are the five stages of grief.
Realizing I have been experiencing the stages of grief, initially I was confused. I didn’t die… I lived. What did I have to grieve? Upon further reflection, the accident was a mini death and my own Near Death Experience.
It was not a typical Near Death Experience as I don’t believe that my heart stopped and no one needed to resuscitate me, but it was my brush with death. For all sakes and purposes, I should have died that day. After being hit by three 18-wheeler trucks, sliding under one and having the top of my vehicle sheared off, and being buried by thousands of pounds for metal pipes, my survival was truly a miracle.
Unfortunately, my memory of the day is shoddy. The gaps, and there are many, have been filled in over-time with details provided by court reports, bystanders and newspapers. There are two memories I believe to be my own. First, I clearly remember a gold car and bright lights ahead of me. I also recall an impassioned desire not to die.
The bright lights occurred moments before the accident. As I recall them ahead of me, I perceived them to be a gold car shining their headlights brightly in front of me. From the accident reports and investigations by accident reconstruction experts, my account is faulty. While there were eight cars in the accident, none were gold. Additionally, I was hit from behind so I would not have seen bright lights ahead of me. I know this to be fact. Experts have testified to it. But I can’t shake the memory.
I’ve spent hours trying to reconcile the discrepancy between what I wholeheartedly hold to be true and the reality of the situation. After reading about Near Death Experiences where individual after individual recount a bright white light, I’ve begun to question… could this gold light I observed be a result of a Near Death Experience? Was my belief that it was a car and headlight a rationalization of the situation I was in?
I believe that is what happened.
Especially considering my next memory. Despite being a ping pong between multiple semi’s, the entire accident likely took less than a minute from start to finish. Fortunately, I don’t recall any of those details. All I remember is the desire, in every inch of my body, not to die. I remember reaching up to rescue workers insisting I was not going to die. I needed to come back.
Needed to come back from where? That I don’t recall… but from bystanders’ accounts, noise wasn’t heard from my car immediately. In fact, from initial assessments (mind you the car was buried and so they had no access to me), I was a goner.
I wasn’t a goner. And I was insistent I was going to live. In my moments of sadness, I remind myself of that. I honor my experience. And, I get through another year.
Hopefully with this self-awareness, next year will be easier!
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.