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nancylake444.com. Psychic Counselor and medium in Phoenix, AZ. USA. Check out my website for all my services and free zoom classes. Stay in the loop This blog began in 2012. It covers a wide area of subjects. Health. Off world Aliens. Paranomal. Fairy or Elemental experiences. Childhood trauma overcome. Several accounts of my NDEs . Alien Hybrid and ASMR experiencers. So far I have had 83,215 views. I have a synopsis on my 10 most popular posts. This Blogs most popular post.
Monday, December 26, 2016
My Higher Vibrations and Kinder Choices Diet
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Why Does The Grinch Steal World Peace From Under Our Tree?
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Thank God the Election is Over, or Is It?
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Having Fun! 101
Creating your own waterpark;with sprinklers is a great way to enjoy the afternoon in a hot day in Phoenix. We had a basket ball court that was largely unused due to the extreme heat. We hooked up sprinklers and passed out water guns and just had the most fun for an hour. Backyards sometimes get muddy. These kids did not have a play-yard just the court. Fun is using what you have access to in a new and creative way.
- It makes you feel good
- It makes you laugh out loud.
- It really doesn’t cost that much. (It won’t break you
- You look forward to doing it again.
- It seems to be created from a very happy place
- It stimulates creativity and oneness
- It allows someone to connect with others in a really good way.
- Once you experience it, it gets easier to find it again.
- It often draws on our empathy and compassion for others.
- It seems to celebrate the good parts of being human.
- It seems to encourage good sportsmanship and fair play.
- It also seems to celebrate nature and beauty, like a picnic in spring.
- It is like a cork floating to the top, it just seems to want to surface.
- Like attracts like. If someone tells a joke and tosses a ball to the next joke teller, pretty soon it become infectious. Everyone is laughing.
- For sand tray therapy groups: Ask members to recall a fun moment and find something in the miniature to represent that.
- Fun does not require a victim. It is not real fun if someone else is made to feel bad or less than in the process. So slap stick comedy might not qualify. Some comedians do it so well that we almost have to laugh.
- Fun is bubbly but it does not require any substances. Not really.
- In fact fun seems to only require a permission slip and some space. It is like leaving the gate open and inviting fun to show up.
- What discourages fun? Fun has contrast for sure and perhaps we need to experience that as well sometimes.
- Right off the bat, death of a loved one. Huge loss is often hard to manage and have fun too. Loss of job or relationship, anything in fact that counts as a loss. Even when we try and celebrate someone’s life at a funeral and tell jokes, it often is punctuated by the pain of saying good bye.
- Family dysfunction can be a real deal breaker for fun. If a family is arguing and not being kind to each other, fun is scarce.
- Lack of structure and education can be a barrier to fun. Friday night sparks off the week end with the promise of fun. Ether school is over or a work week is over. If someone is a couch potato without goals or structure, fun is less find-able. Ever been out of work for a while? Not fun. Which also leads to income. I think having income from somewhere reliable is needed for a healthy heaping of fun.
- Education is also vital to having fun. It is hard to be creative and communicate without the shared media and basic knowledge of others. There are many kids of education. Some non formal kinds include sewing circles, nature walks that identify healing herbs, dance classes and learning to sing at church. Not all learning is in a class room. Fun and education go hand and hand more often than we think.
- Absence of community and apathy can foster bad connection and lack of fun. I remember watching “Christmas with the Kranks” and it is obvious that the Kranks have walled themselves off from their neighborhood. They manage to reconcile with neighbors, at the end. Being part of a community is often necessary for real fun to happen.
- And avoid serious injury or being really sick. Those are definitely not fun.
This is a really good video on not being so serious. That is a major part of our culture and our problems.
https://youtu.be/vPo4WN5-HrU
Monday, September 5, 2016
Bipolar Bears Skating with Abraham Hicks
Sunday, September 4, 2016
Mountain Magic, Almost Heaven, Mt. Shasta
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| left to right: Mike Salla, Laurie Eisenhower, Corey Goode, and Rob Potter radio interviews back to camera. |
| Zac making a short video walk at Mt. Shasta. |
Once in Mt. Shasta we were elevated to a new energy and experience. I kept stating that I felt like I had come home. I never knew I missed it having never seen it. Once there I felt that it was worth the journey. Ideally we could have stayed a few more days. I felt a playful energy and the smile of a mother beholding her beloved children. Mt. Shasta is massive and lifts herself out of the earth's crust with such grace. She is always crested with snow at the top and often wears a halo of puffy lenticular clouds that form above the peak. It is awe-inspiring to see this majesty and breath the lush pine scented breeze of the forest floor. Mt. Shasta has always drawn mystics from around the world. Zac and I had also purchased tickets to the conference at a church camp. This was the 2016 "Secret Space Program" venue of topics and speakers.
I have to jump to the following for a second...excuse me.
And in my post on Future Cities: Beyond the Jetsons....(I have future dreams sometimes)
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| Barbara Eden now (I dream of Jeannie) |
I return with some more memories. Today is 9/20/16. At one point Corey was standing behind me and he was connecting telepathically. I heard and felt intense chatter in my mind, and I turned to look at him. I wondered what he was saying. I am sure I had a huge question mark eliminating from my forehead. I am starting to see it as a tap on the shoulder and now I think I get it. I look forward to Tuesdays and Gaia TV for another update with Corey. Today I remarked the following in the chat box:
I also had the same dream again. I am standing in a private jet or plane. I look like a cross between Barbara Eden and Hillary with platinum hair and I wear a blue dress-suit. When I say standing it is exactly that I am looking out at a azure blue sky through an oval window. I know I am on my way to receive some sort of award. I guess the time line is growing closer to that personal event. And it makes me wonder if I get some "work" done...I don't look like Barbara right now. I am still salt and pepper with curly hair and only 5 ft tall. Things really change for me. Amazing dream
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| private plane with big oval windows in my frequent dream |
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Saying Goodbye to Smoky
Smokey's Story from Hello to Goodbye and Hello Again
All About
Smokey
It has been
a month now since Smokey’s passing. We have had many monsoon storms come
and go without a sign of our beloved Russian Blue tom cat. OMG he wore
many hats. He was the stray that jumped through my open bedroom window one
night when I was crying. He was my
counselor and he had all the answers. He
did not bring me gifts of mice and baby squirrels like the others, he knew I
was sensitive to those gifts. Smokey
asked me to fight for myself because he knew I was a pacifist. He said in his “”purrfect” way: Stand your
ground.
I was grieving from his absence. Many
people were saying “he will be back’’ and my heart was disagreeing. I was
wondering why they said this to me when I knew better. I have been extra
psychic for a long time now. It felt like false hope and pulling the wool over
the eyes. I knew better. I knew all
Smokeys favorite spots. When I called out,
he would answer. The silence was atypical
as though he was in a drugged sleep beyond the Kuiper belt. I was trying
to process the heavy emotions of saying goodbye to my furry friend and family
member. I am a psychic and an animal communicator so it was eerie to me
that I Smokey could be so gone. Even
deceased pets seem to animate and say hello. No matter the confusion of
listening to the perceptions of others, my eyes would not stop watering.
Quite honestly it kept old friends at bay as they were unable to offer
condolences.
Cats can
smile. Smokey had a goofy smile, and he
was trying his best to imitate the way humans smile. All our neighbors would smile at Smokey
because he would do his best to reciprocate although his smile looked a little
bit like a grimace of some sort. Smokey
was once a stray, and my Spidey senses tell me he belonged to a trucker at one
time. He was the best travel cat in the
world. I knew for sure Smokey was a
keeper when he jumped into the back seat of my car when I was moving. He was a “purrfect” back seat passenger. Our other pets needed crates. Especially my little princess, Mimi. I loved her but she whined the whole way on a
trip.
Our first
cat was Calico and we named her Rainbow.
She was the Alpha cat. Our tortoise
shell, Mimi, was smaller and a mix of insecure habits. All at once we had 5
cats including Smokey. The neighbors had
abandoned Mimi. She was the biological
sister of Rainbow. We lived in a low
rent area and the neighbor’s cat seemed to be constantly pregnant with a new liter. That family did not have the money to fix
their momma cat. Looking back, I would
have offered to take her and get her spayed.
Those neighbors moved. We moved
too. The next apartment complex was
ideal for cats. There were tall fences
and trees. We fed Smokey but did not encourage
him to stay in. Mimi brought home
another cat. We called him Sammy. He was cream colored and was affectionate
with Mimi. There was a lady giving away kittens at the grocery store. I should not have stopped because I had an
instant attachment to a white cat with a small grey tiara marking on her
head. I had never seen such an adorable
cat. Lilly has her own story and so do
they all. I am just saying this is how
easy it is to have a home full of cats.
Smokey was the enforcer. He was
very large and in charge. He broke up
fights between the sisters. Sometimes he
would sit on Mimi to calm her down. At first,
we did not think of adopting Smokey, and he would come and go. In a short time, he became essential to our
cat family. He had the job of finding
all the cats when it was time for dinner.
They say you cannot herd cats.
Smokey could find and herd all the cats indoors for dinner. He became the peacekeeper when there were
disagreements. Smokey chose us as his
family. When he jumped in my car, I knew
he was the smartest and most psychic cat ever.
Now when I call him, he is a universe away.
My son Zachary
said that Smokey had been saying goodbye for about two months. We had him
for 8 years and have no idea about his real age. I would guess 12 years
old. He was in bad shape when he adopted us. He was quite a scraper
in the neighborhood. I had fed him once or twice and one night he jumped
through a window when I was crying and cuddled with me. At first, I was
scared because he was so big and muscular. His eyes were intense and
green as he communicated very clearly that he wanted to help me. Smoky
literally said words and understood words. He always retained his
autonomy after becoming our cat. He would jump on me every night about 4
am and he would say “now” repeatedly until I woke up and let him out. He would
return several hours later at 6 am when it was breakfast time. We had a
routine. Our neighbor always was outside having coffee before I woke
up. Smokey would say his word for hello and smile. The Neighbor, Reese, would knock on my door
and I would let Smokey in. Smokey had us
all trained.
The
last night he did something different; he jumped on me but wanted me to pet
him. I was so sleepy, but I spent at least 20 minutes petting him.
He was sending me volumes of love. I was seeing pictures and feelings and
intense color around him. He said in his own way, “I love you, I
know you will miss me, I am a keeper, I am your eternal friend, I will not be
far way.” As I let him out, he turned around and looked at me one last
time. I got a lump in my throat. Something was not usual with all
this. And two days later, I knew, for sure, he was gone.
When the
last storm came up, and he was not at our door soaking wet, wanting me to get a
big fluffy towel and dry him off, it was solid and sure. Smoky did say goodbye
that last time.
Recently, we
heard him and felt him around us and Mimi was starting to see him too. She had
been very depressed at first. I think she was playing with Smokey last
night, there was lots of commotion in the living room.
Yeah, so I
took it hard. I don’t know when I have cried more and felt so blue.
The whole neighborhood loved Smokey. And I can testify that cats do
go off to die when they are ready. I have heard a dozen stories
now. It is hard to tell if a cat is in pain, all I know is Smokey did
have a significant illness. The vet called it “feline aids virus” and he hung
in there for many years. The thing that really gets me is how close he
was to Source energy that last night. He was rather elated about going
home or transitioning. That is a big clue that he had not been feeling
well for a couple of months prior to this. He tried to be there for us,
but it was time. It was like a female in labor, something was happening for
him, like a force of nature.
It does not
end here. This was my sappy ending, but
I had a dream last night. (December 2025)
I was holding a Russian Blue Kitten.
I have no pets currently. One by
One we have said goodbye to all of our cat family. They all have a place in my heart. They will
have an eternity, and I will see them again.
I just want to watch adds for a Blue Russian kitten. It would have to be a boy. I would have to see all those colors around
him and feel his intensity. But, it
feels sure that we will meet again sooner than my transition. Another good Christmas Miracle.
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