| Spirit Guide, Sakeina, Continued...
You tell yourselves
that you have no way of changing how new events affect you, but this is
an untruth you must rectify. The physical world is an illusion.
Non-willingness to learn this truth slows your growth and learning.
The way to help you understand what is truly natural to
your soul is to change your thinking concerning the physical rules. To
do this, you must learn to concentrate as though you are outside the
limitations - think opposite. If you see an object as solid, look at it
and watch it change to liquid in your mind. It will not be liquid truly,
but you need to work with concepts that are familiar to you at the
start.
Teaching yourself to think this way will allow you to
see as is natural to your soul. It will take time to change what you
have been programmed to believe to live in your physical world.
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THE MIRACLE OF
ST. JOSEPH
By Toni Petrinovich |
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In June of 2007, I placed my home and the office of Sacred Spaces in
Anacortes WA up for sale. One of my friends reminded me about the legend of
St. Joseph assisting in the sale of homes. According to tradition, you bury
a statue of St. Joseph upside down in your home's yard, pray to St. Joseph
for 7 days and your home will be sold immediately.
Not wanting to leave any
stone unturned in this sale process, I followed instructions with one
exception. May 9th I had broken my ankle. Being still mostly
immobile, I asked my beloved Philip if he would plant St. Joseph for me
while I watched and prayed. He did so, burying a recently purchased statue
upside down facing the house in the backyard. The middle of a
triangle-shaped flower bed (remember the Trinity?) seemed the perfect place
for St. Joseph to do his work.
The weeks and
months passed. The housing market plummeted. We did everything the real
estate agent asked us to do with regard to painting, sprucing up and
staging. Everything about the house "looked" exactly as it should for a
fast sale. Nothing happened; not even a nibble.
As January 2008 rolled
around and the financial future of the United States continued to look
bleak, Philip mentioned that perhaps the reason the St. Joseph statue didn't
work was because he had been the one to do the burying. After all, the
house belonged to me and, as the owner, I should have been the one to bury
St. Joseph, broken ankle or not. I agreed with him and took the ferry from
Lopez Island to Anacortes the very next day in order to move St. Joseph and
bury him with my own hands.
It was a rainy, windy,
and cold winter day when I arrived at my past home and office. I was
determined that the weather would not stop me from my appointed duty.
Selling my home was an important step in the expansion of Sacred Spaces (and
also in the evolution of my personal life). I was not to be deterred.
Standing out in the pouring rain, I
dug into the flower bed where I remembered Philip burying the statue. I dug
and dug. There was no statue. I made the hole bigger, disrupting even more
of the flower bed; still no statue. I dug deeper and larger. St. Joseph
was not to be found in the triangle. He had left either by etheric slippage
(as I like to call it) or via one of the moles that inhabit the backyard
from time to time. (Imagine a St. Joseph shrine under the earth in a little
mole hole if you would.) No wonder St. Joseph wasn't selling the house, he
wasn't there!
Immediately I got in the car
and drove downtown to purchase another statue. Fortunately, the local
Christian bookstore was still selling "St. Joseph Helps to Sell Your House"
kits complete with statue and prayer card. Driving back to the house
through the pouring rain, my determination soared. Now there was a reason
for the lack of buyers. St. Joseph had not let me down. He simply needed
another chance.
Burying the statue next
to the "For Sale" sign felt the perfect place for it this time. I dug a
hole and put St. Joseph in head down facing the house. He barely fit in the
hole. I spaded out more dirt and tried again. Still, the feet of the
statue were even with the top of the hole. I made the hole deeper and
bigger. St. Joseph kept his feet at the opening of the hole no matter how
deep I
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By Christina M. Schumacher |
The English language carries a
multitude of strange sayings that come out of our mouths naturally. They
have a meaning which we've learned from our parents or grandparents, but
where did they stem from? Below are a few sayings that nearly everyone has
used sometime in their life and their beginnings.
"Getting Up on the Wrong Side
of the Bed" - This was an old superstition.
A person was never supposed to get out of bed and touch their left foot to
the ground first. No one knows what the consequences of such an action were,
but it was avoided at all costs.
"Shut Your Face" -
Back in the day of knights, part of the armor included
the helmet with the face plate. The purpose was mainly for protection, but
could also be used to shut out unwanted conversation as shutting the face
plate would mute sound.
"Honeymoon"
- Over 4,000 years ago in Babylonian times, the tradition
was for the father of the bride to supply his new son-in-law with a full
month of mead. This month ran on the lunar cycle from full moon to full moon
or new moon to new moon and, since mead is actually a honey beer, this
special month was referred to as the honey month for the groom. It has since
been changed to honeymoon as a 'treat' for both bride and groom.
Meanings have changed a bit from their original
intention for some of these sayings, but it's interesting to see the
original purpose behind them.
OUR EXPERIENCE
WITH ANGIE CHRISTIE continued...
By Jamie Howe
My experience of Angela is too long to mention because she is a
remarkable lady because of her gift.
She even prevented me from
having a car accident. I went to see Angela one winter's
night and my brother came through.
He showed me to Angela,
driving a red car, and she saw the steering
wheel come off in my hands.
I said to Angela that I didn't have a
red car, but she was adamant about it and,
would you believe it, one year later
I did get a red car.
I had totally forgotten
about what Angela had told me, but one day,
I felt really uneasy with the steering
response on the car. That's
when I remembered what Angela told me, so I
went to the garage and had my car checked.
She was right.
The wishbone arms on the steering
were literally ready to break free.
If that had happened, I
would most certainly have been killed.
So, not only does
Angela have the gift to speak with the spirit world, she also stopped me
from becoming one of those she would speak to
in the spirit world.
Now,
when my mum and I go to Angela, we sit there
chatting and laughing over a nice cup of tea before we have our readings.
When we go to Angela, we are going to visit a
dear friend. We
always look forward to seeing her and having time with her and our loved
ones. Angela is an amazing lady and
I honestly believe no one could come close to
her level of love, care and friendship.
My brother John also
had a close bond with Angela.
When we are going to call her or come for a reading, she always
knows beforehand. My brother always flicks her
hair, something they both enjoy together as Angela knows what a lovely
man he was and still is. It's
like it's a little game for them.
It's amazing how
people who pass on can also have that strong bond with someone he
totally trusts as he knows, as well as our family, how honest and caring
Angela is. She is
amazing. No matter how much sadness and worry she has for her own family
at times, Angela never turns down helping others that come to her.
Not many people would keep that commitment to
help others when she may have her own problems.
Angela is amazing.
I wanted to share
this with you all because it's nice to hear
such stories and to give those who do not totally believe
the chance to see someone like Angela and have
the most precious thing life can give given to you,
enabling you to feel happy and be able to move
on after losing a loved one.
No price in the world could buy that.
Thank you,
Angela, for all you have done.
Words cannot say what you have done for us and
many others - both living and in the spirit
world.
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THE MIRACLE OF
ST. JOSEPH continued...
By Toni Petrinovich |
dug as if he didn't want to be buried too deep. I acquiesced knowing
that he knew much better than I how he wanted to do his work. Covering the
statue with dirt and replacing the beauty bark, I wiped the mud off my
soaking wet hands and said my prayer. Within the hour, I triumphantly
boarded the WA state ferry back to Lopez Island.
The next day I received a
call from my real estate broker telling me that we had an offer on the house
for nearly the asking price. While in the process of completing my
counter-offer (and having it accepted), she called again the next day and
told me we had another offer if the first one fell through. For the next
few hours, I was busy faxing and signing agreements securing the sale of my
home and office to one of two parties.
St. Joseph did his work.
He wanted me, as the owner of the house, to bury him with my energy. It was
a wonderful lesson in the power of intention. Our frequencies are so
important in all that we do. This was a vivid example of how we create with
our energy. |
