A Day Book of Inspiration and Healing, Miracles and Divine Interventions- Due out Fall 2023
Podcast 111 Days of Divine Inspiration Stories of Miracles and Synchronicities Drops Summer 2023
Brandon left me a message as he passed onto the next worlds. He showed me he went through the portal of divine love. The number sequence 111 was shown to me from many places in the days before he passed, and then from Brandon in his final gift to me in physical form.
Many divine interventions, synchronistic events and plain miracles made there way to me and my family as we suffered the greatest loss one could imagine. It was on the one year anniversary of his passing (his angel date) that it came to me- it was exactly 111 between his birthday and his angel date.
I share my personal experiences of pre-cognitive visions, of the "shared death experience" I had with Brandon, divine interventions of white feathers falling from an empty sky, the images of wings appearing on his photo, and many other miraculous divine interventions that assured me Brandon was safe and at home in the arms of the Divine, and that his soul was at peace, and still here with me.
This book is a tribute to my son, to all parent's who have lost children, and to all my fellow travelers who have lost loved ones. I am sharing what worked for me and what did not through the grieving process, how I stay connected with my son and how it is even possible to heal from the death of a beloved child or loved one.
The tragedy of such sudden loss can transform into a healing alchemy of Love.
Grief is a sacred place where you are held in the arms of Love. Healing does occur. Moving on does not. Walking forward does. It is a careful dance, and then the re-birthing occurs. Re-birth in the sense that there is hope, light, and a renewed sense of connection. Healing is possible. We will never forget our children who no longer live with us, yet we will always remember them and keep them alive in our hearts, minds and everyday life.
An avid writer since age 10, I have compiled pages and pages of writing through the days, months and now years since my son Brandon was killed in a car accident in January 2017.
An avid self-care teacher, spiritual counselor, intuitive, energy healer, seeker, educator and soul traveler, I was led to share my experiences through death, bereavement, grief, healing and re-birth within the pages of this book.
My hope is that in sharing, you may find a bit of solace, hope and healing through your most sacred process of loss and grief, and perhaps your own sacred portal of divine love, compassion and understanding will open for you.
I have walked through the holy fires of death, and held ritual for the passing of my son. I have become an advocate for changing the ways our society views death and the bereaved. I have met angels on my path who have dedicated their lives to the healing of those who have lost loved ones too soon.
This book is one of my offerings and is what I hope will be a helpful support resource for many.
Publication Date- 2023 Fall
A few days before the second anniversary of his passing, the light shone on this photo creating angel wings on Brandon.
I am sharing my experience of the healing miracles with my son Brandon's passing. First interview is here.
If you have lost a close family member and especially a child, may this interview wrap you in Love. You and your loved ones are forever linked in Love.
Listen in as I share my story. LIfe's challenges and deep losses were always surrounded with healing love, synchronicities and miracles. My son's messages to me from across the veil.
Hello Fellow Travelers,
As I prepare to enter into the next few days, I decided to share a few words with you. I want to thank you again for your continued support over the years. This writing is in honor of my healing journey, my son Brandon, my children, and to any of you who have experienced a death loss, and grief.
May the words I share bring some hope and healing. This week marks the anniversary of my son Brandon's transition. It is not a time I look forward to. I do use it as a time to deepen my commitment to my own sacred healing journey, as well as honor his life. I am entering into a portal of healing love, a cocoon of sorts, so that I can feel connected to my son in spirit and be reminded of the many steps I have taken over the last five years on this healing journey.
What has helped me most? There is much that I have implemented and counted on to see me through, yet the most important things are the ways that I have met myself.
I have met myself with compassion. This is not an easy thing to do, yet it is always the gold that we search for to help ease the pain of life's greatest challenge. The gold of applying compassion to self and others. Self first. I have met myself with kindness. The kindness that offers a buffering place within where I can retreat to when the harshness of the world gets too close.
I have met myself with non-judgment. To continuously release judgment and criticism lends itself to being constructive within the destruction of loss. Nonjudgment, releases the unforgiving need to criticize or critique my progress, or feelings. Nonjudgment is the space to figure out what I need when I need it and to understand a helpful truth- that no two people grieve alike. What helped me, may not be helpful to another. I applied what is helpful to me.
I have met myself with a devotion to meeting my needs. Each day I ask myself, "what do I need". I did this so often in the first weeks and months and now I suppose I am almost programmed to reach for what I need. I was trained to always ask "what do you need?" At times what I need is to tend to others. At times, I couldn't lift a finger to tend, if I tried.
I met myself with open minded trust. I trusted that my body was directing me. When I am tired, I rest, when I can't sleep, I used soothing music and meditation apps. So many good ones, so easily accessed. I met myself Spirit to Human. I accepted my humanness and my need to grieve and spend time in sadness and pain.
I met my Spirit and let her guide me in sweet connection with my son, and all the magical synchronicities, signs and symbols he continuously gives me. I met myself in the place of Spirit, higher consciousness, dimensions beyond this earth bound one. I met myself with salt baths and massages and body gentleness. I met myself with meditation and prayers and states of spiritual awareness so I could feel and know my son's essence.
I met myself with a deep connection with Spirt, Gaia, the mysteries of life, and angels. I met myself by feeling. I learned how feeling is healing and the feelings that surface when walking the path of grief are immense. Huge. Overwhelming. Unbearable. Yet it is possible to go through these feelings. Get to the other side. I met myself on the other side of the most difficult feelings.
I met myself through the hearts and sweet faces of my grown children and grandchildren. I met myself in their touch, and their hugs and in meals shared and tears cried. I met myself in their milestones, and everyday hardships and triumphs. I met myself with them. I met myself each morning as I greeted the day, not sure if I was ready, or if I could do it. I met myself in whatever frame of mind I was in. This was the hardest part, to meet myself in sadness, and sometimes terror, and not try to move it too soon.
I met myself at the end of the day. In gratitude. I met myself in the secret knowledge that so many deny. Life is short. No one knows how many days we have. Let's make the most, and look for the Love. I met myself in reverence, respect, honoring and ritual. I met myself in ceremony. I met myself in honoring my deep inner knowing of ceremony and ritual. I pulled it out from the depths of my being, and it was as if I knew exactly what to do and when to do it.
I met myself as an ancestor, an ancient, a priestess. I met myself as I applied self healing each day. Lighting candles, walking in nature, reading inspirational words, listening to music, holding moon ceremony, gratitude ceremony, making prayer mandalas, and by continuing my relationship with my Spirit son.
I met myself in creating and maintaining a nest, a cozy, nurturing, nourishing environment. I met myself in its grace, and in "the peace of its benediction." I met myself with grief counseling, art therapy and grief group support. I met myself with forgiveness. Over and over, as questions arise and "if only's" rear their incredibly ugly head. I met myself with confidence that I provided my son with so much love, and guidance, and unwavering support throughout his life.
I met myself with forgiveness for others when they could not or would not meet me. I met myself in the pain of betrayals and abandonment that I felt when this occurred. I met myself with not having to have answers and making peace my #1 priority. Peace of mind. Peace in the heart. The way the mind will try and figure out answers to the unanswerable questions of death and tragedy will steal every ounce of peace. I made peace with this truth that our minds can break in such times of deep grief.
I met myself in not caring, and trusting that my mind would remember only that which brought more peace. I met myself by setting boundaries on my time, and energy. I met myself by not explaining , or proving my needs, my decisions, my actions. I met myself with self-trust. Even if I was shaky, I said no, or yes. I listened to my wisened, battle weary heart.
I met myself in friendships with the most amazingly loving and kind people. I met myself in friendships with soul sisters, and soul family. I met myself in friendships with others who have experienced child loss and know the otherworldly joys and sorrows and amidst it all, have thriving lives. Most of all, we gave each other the kindness of unconditional love.
I have met myself in continued inspiration within the depths of human connection. I met myself as a work in progress, and as a masterpiece too! I met myself with writing, writing, writing. I met myself with teaching and sharing and opening my heart wide.
I met myself in my shattered heart. I met myself as self-healer, as medicine woman of my heart and soul, of wise elder, as broken mother, as healing mother, as devastated child, as Black Madonna. I met myself as fierce protector.
I met myself as I surrendered into the arms of the Divine.Over and over again. I surrendered into the strongest, most unconditional loving energy. I will continue to meet myself and surrender into the light of my soul. I will be guided as I traverse my life and continue to be in service to healing.
May you meet yourself in all the ways that are nourishing and healing for you. Wherever you may find yourself, may you be held, right where you are and feel the sweetness of all that you have met, faced, walked away from, and walked through. May the bitterness and difficulties, be transformed into a way to meet yourself through it all. With much love and healing from my sacred Cocoon.
I followed the path of love
around and around, up and out.
A gracious growl, a ferocious fire
a torrid rain
a gentle pond.
Hold on, let go.
within and through.
Claw and tooth.
Medicine of the Ages
the Healing continues.
Weaving a life of healing love.
I weave with love.
I weave stories.
I weave words into healing stories.
I weave healings. I weave energy into healing balms of love.
I weave ideas into the creation of a healing life, a healing practice.
I weave wisdom into pearls of beauty shimmering and sparkling in the depths of the dark sea.
I weave my broken open heart together with words of love, healing stories and healing balms
which create rainbows of light, strands of essence and love.
My broken heart is now a web of colors, fibers of light, stardust and electric currents of pure and potent source energy. Connecting broken hearts in the sea of the Universal One Heart.
Grieving is Weaving
As I continue to tend to the healing of my heart, from the physical loss of my son Brandon, my family and I are in continued gratitude to all of our dear friends and family, Earth angels and the Helping Spirits and Angels of Heaven.
Brandon left this life to pursue "higher aspirations" on January 13, 2017. As we grieve and traverse the terrain of this most holy and sacred time of bereavement, we ask that you remember that love lives on.
Love, Grace, Miracles, and Three Decembers
What little bird carried the news
No one ever knew
When the others
were cheering them on
With a strong hand
And in the voice they seldom heard
—Let me see again
Look at each other and
LOVE my friends
because I found shells and soft GRACE
I rest and instantly,
Virtuously Pause Laughing.
Miracles And Three Decembers
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