Which Came First? The Firemen or the Smoke Alarm?

The alarm didn’t go off as if there was a fire or that the battery was going dead. The dog and I were the only ones who heard it in the house.

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So last night was interesting. There were storms in the area, and unfortunately a few tornadoes touched down in towns nearby. During one of the earlier storms in the evening, while my husband was downstairs with the kids (they feel safer down there and can’t hear the rumbling as much, I “felt” like, or envisioned that three men came to the front door. At first they seemed to be dressed in layers, dirty, and at least one of them was carrying something. It made me feel uneasy so I asked for protection from my usual helpers. Then I sort of let this go, though I found myself double checking to make sure that doors were locked.

Later that night with more storms coming and going, we all ended up in the basement. All of the kids wanted to sleep down there, and wanted me and my husband with them. So after we all kept changing sleeping places, trying to get comfortable, I end up on the floor. I kept hearing the dog shuffle around and I kept asking my guides and St. Francis to calm him down so we could rest. Then it happened.  Over the side of the couch popped up 3 men. All standing close together. Almost like a triangle with one in front and then another behind each shoulder of his. I felt like they were firemen. Dressed in gear. I couldn’t tell if the gear was old or just dirty from use. They seemed to have dirty faces as well, as if they just fought a fire. I wouldn’t really say that I saw them in “color” but it also wasn’t “black and white” more like an “aged sepia” color.  I could see lips moving from the one in front but I couldn’t figure anything out. I remember asking for protection and asking Archangel Michael to help them to cross over but I don’t think that I formally did. (I did more of an ask as opposed to the process.) I feel that I did it haphazardly.

I tried to get settled in again and try to get back to sleep. Then, out of nowhere, our smoke alarm (one of them from upstairs) goes off. It didn’t go off as if there was a fire, (it would have kept going) or that the battery was going dead (it chirps then.) It did go off long enough, though.  The dog heard it too, as he started to bark at the sound as he does when he ears it. (A great back up safety measure I hope that we never have to use.) I immediately got my husband up to let him know what was going on. (The kids never woke during any of this, which is odd.) My husband told me that he didn’t hear anything and at first was ready to question what I heard, but then he saw how the dog was reacting so he went upstairs to check things out.

Eventually I followed him up, though feeling bad I was leaving my children in the basement in case there was a fire. Once upstairs, he checked the house and all of the smoke detectors. Nothing! No smoke! No fire! And no dead batteries!!!! The noise also never happened again. It took me a few minutes to piece together that I just saw the firemen in the basement right before this happened. Hmm…  So I then asked the firemen to quit with the smoke alarm unless it is a real emergency, (free will) as I don’t want anyone woken up at night and I don’t want the kids scared.

A little later, once the dog and even the weather calmed down, he asked to go outside. I then thought that I saw one, but realized that maybe it was 2 firemen sitting on my patio wall. They were sitting and breathing heavy as if they were resting after putting a fire out. No joke! I also thought that maybe they were sitting outside after I scolded them about the fire alarm. Sort of like they were trying to be polite. After coming back into the house, I asked Archangel Michel to send them into the light. At some point that night while trying to sleep in the family room (I moved from the basement, I needed more room) I thought that I heard footsteps a few different times. Like man’s shoes. Big feet. No clue if the sound was related to the firemen or another spirit. Needless to say, after all of the excitement, I didn’t sleep real well through the rest of the night.

This  morning I am still processing what happened. I also looked up if 3 firemen have recently died. (Not that I can put together.) There were three that passed at the same time back in 1985, but that seems like a while ago for them to still be lingering, no? Oh, and did I mention that I have a close relative who used to work in the Fire Service? I can’t get that to fit in this puzzle either. Also, three people passed in last night storms, none of which I can connect the fireman part to. This morning I meditated a bit to try to get answers. I got a vision of a fire fighter near a tall building, like in a city or large town. (Not a skyscraper.) I also got the vision of an infant. But that is all. As a precautionary I formally, again tried to cross over the three firemen. I feel like I only had 2 with me today and I am also confused by seeing only 2 on the patio last night so I am wondering if it took a few tries to get them all crossed over?

Whatever really happened last night is still being processed and replayed in my head. I am not scared by it. I just want to make sure I handle my gifts correctly. – MBH

Son of a “B!” I Hate that I can’t Translate this Stuff!

I get images that pop into my head and I don’t know what to do with them. I get frustrated by this because sometimes the images that I get can be graphic and I always think to myself, “Can I stop something horrific from happening with this knowledge??” I don’t ever want to have the guilt of feeling that something may happen and I didn’t do anything about it.

So time and time again (and I’ve shared before) I get images that pop into my head and I don’t know what to do with them. I get frustrated by this because sometimes the images that I get can be graphic and I always think to myself, “Can I stop something horrific from happening with this knowledge??” I don’t ever want to have the guilt of feeling that something may happen and I didn’t do anything about it.

On Monday, after the kids get on the bus, and I am off and running to knock out some errands. As I am exiting the neighborhood, I pass a neighbor who lives a street over. This particular neighbor suffered a heart attack a few years ago. I immediately get an image in my head of this man going into his home. He’s home alone and he suffers a heart attack! This “idea” that popped in my head was so strong, I got the feeling that I wanted to turn the car around and check on him.

Now, this is the first part that I struggle with when this happens: What if I go to this neighbor’s house and knock on the door, tell him what I just thought and then low and behold nothing comes of it?? I am labeled as officially being CRAZY! That is what will happen.

Fast forward a few hours to later that morning. My phone starts blowing up with Facebook messages regarding a college friend whose father just passed that morning. I ask the sender of the message if this passing was expected or not. She replies with: “Heart Attack!”

Son of a “B!” I hate that I can’t translate this stuff. I am sure that I need to be meditating more, grounding myself more… all of the usual.

DOES ANYBODY ELSE OUT THERE STRUGGLE WITH THIS???!?

 

The Butterfly!

the butterfly is seen as a deep and powerful representations of life. It is widely viewed as a positive symbol of personal transformation, freedom from previous struggles, as well as a symbol of renewal and hope.

We found this beauty in our yard this afternoon. Quite stunning I must say… my youngest and I wpicture_savedere in our side yard today. A place that we don’t normally hang out. I thought I was at first looking at a leaf in the grass until I realized, it was a beautiful butterfly!!! (I immediately ran inside to grab my camera!)

Although specific meanings vary from culture to culture, the butterfly is seen as a deep and powerful representations of life. It is widely viewed as a positive symbol of personal transformation, freedom from previous struggles, as well as a symbol of renewal and hope. (Hmm, all of these fit the bill for me, right about now!)

 Many cultures and religions associate the butterfly with our souls. Christians view the butterfly as a symbol of resurrection. While others regard the butterfly as a “bringer of dreams”, or as a symbol of luck. Many also believe that angels use butterflies to remind us of their presence.

Whatever you believe, they sure are a beautiful creature!

Stale Smoke and the Pharmacist

Was I to deliver a message that I am not fully getting????

So here is one of those things that make you go “Hmmm…” I don’t know exactly what to make of it, but I really feel that nothing happens by coincidence. I just wish that I knew what to do with this.

Yesterday I was hand-shampooing a padded piano bench that came with the piano that we recently purchased. While shampooing it, I kept getting a light, stale, smoke smell.  The piano was purchased used, and though I think that one of the home owners may have smoked, the home it came out of didn’t smell of smoke when I was there. I just chalked it up to maybe the bench was around a smoker at one time and I was getting out old “stuff” since I was using soap and water.

Later throughout the day, the smoke smell kept popping up from time to time and usually when I was NOT around the recently shampooed bench while it was trying to dry. Did I mention that we don’t have any smokers in our home, either? I sort of chalked this up to my nose’s memory. They say you remember smells – whoever “they” are!

So fast forward to this morning. While getting ready, I kept getting a whiff here and there. Again, a little perplexed why I am still smelling stale smoke, but blew it off again. I got the kids off to school and headed to a holistic pharmacy about 25 minutes away. (I found out that they carry some products that I normally purchase online and I wanted to check them out.)

The pharmacy is in a town nearby and every time I drive in that area, it spooks me out and I am not sure why. Perhaps I am picking something up there? It gives me the heebie-jeebies. So once I get there, the owner, the Pharmacist, and I chat briefly about the products that I am there to pick up and we discuss some others in his shop as well. Before heading into his office, he mentions to one of his employees something about a smoke smell he smells. I mention that I smelt it too, and tell him that it smells like stale smoke to me. He nods and agrees that stale smoke is what he smells too! I then mention that I have been getting the “smell” for the last few days. He and I just sort of looked at each other with a bit of a knowing look and carried on separately with what we were doing…. And THIS, ladies and gentleman, this is one of those times that I feel that this wasn’t coincidence and I wish that I KNEW what to do with this information. Is this possibly a Spirit trying to connect with me and, or, the Pharmacist? Was I to deliver a message that I am not fully getting???? Ugh! As neat as this is, it is frustrating that I don’t know what to do with this. – MBH

 

In Sync But Too Bad We Didn’t Make it to the Sink.

Now if only the end of my day was as in sync with the Universe. I feel that Spirit tried to warn me – I just didn’t know how to listen.

So today I got some interesting messages that reminded me that I was in sync with the Universe. While heading to my child’s school to help out in the classroom, I saw not one, not two, but three hawks on three different rooftops within a block of each other. To some, it may sound like something creepy out of a movie, but I knew this neat display was nothing to fear.

When I signed in at the office at the school the clock read 12:12. When I was done helping out I stopped off to check out a book fair that was happening at the school. When I looked up at the clock again, it read 1:11….

Now I could go on all day keep writing about the number 1, the number 2, and the combinations they make up and their meanings, etc. but let’s cut to the chase:

  • 1212 is a message to stay optimistically focused on your highest possible future, and a reminder that your angels are supporting you in manifesting your goals, dreams, and life purpose.
  • 1:11, (or 111) is a reminder to stay positive. It is a call from the angels to pay attention to one’s thoughts as they can manifest – good, bad or otherwise. (I can have a tough time dwelling on the positive and usually get stuck focused on rehashing negative thoughts. Not good!)

Now if only the end of my day was as in sync with the Universe.

After tucking my children into bed for the evening, I headed to my room to watch TV. (I should probably be meditating or something instead, but sometimes a girl just needs something mindless to do.) While in bed, I reflected on how cute my little boy was today. It was pajama day at school and he wore his favorite pair. I couldn’t help but to think to myself how there isn’t much more time before he will be too old to enjoy these silly theme days anymore. Soon he will think that it will be “uncool!”  Then I pictured the little guy shuffling to the bus in his jammies. I then thought to myself that I should be taking more photos of him.

Then I got a nervous, anxious feeling that washed over me.

I even ask myself, what could this feeling be? What am I missing?

A few minutes later, my son is in our hallway throwing up. He’s got an upset stomach.

I think to myself, “It’s too bad that we didn’t make it to the sink….”

I then beat myself up thinking that it is bad that I didn’t know how to “tune-in” to why I was feeling anxious right before it all happened.

I feel that Spirit tried to warn me – I just didn’t know how to listen.

And now I’m up trying to get puke out of the hall carpet.  – MBH

{UPDATE ON} My Journal of Predictions and Other Things Pop into My Head

I wanted to give an update on the “prediction” journal that I started back in July of last year.

Somewhere along the way, I remember hearing a short interview with John Edward (the Medium, not the politician) suggest that people jot the thoughts that pop into their head in a journal where they can keep track if those thoughts come true or not. (I’ve tried going online to look for the video and I can’t seem to find it. If anyone knows where to find it, please send me the link or add it in the comment section of this post.)

So after I am done with this post,  I am taking a blank notebook. A notebook in which I am going to start keeping track of what pops into my head and when. And then hopefully circle back later to see if there was any truth to what I thought or to see how I interpreted the thought in comparison to the reality. We’ll see how much of my thoughts and predictions actually make it into the book. (Or which ones end up being correct.) I suppose only time will tell. I’ll keep you posted – MBH


UPDATE  January 16, 2016

I wanted to give an update on the  “prediction” journal that I started back in July of last year. I will honestly admit that I don’t write everything in there that I think of. I blame the business of life on  that. (I even tried carrying the journal in my purse for awhile so that I always had it on me, but then I felt like it was just in the way.)

I went back to see how accurate I was on the predictions that I wrote down. As of right now, I notice that when my predictions are off, it is because I put my ego, or my thoughts on how things should be, into the prediction, and not just let things flow on their own. Now with that said, there are a ton of “predictions” that I wrote down that were 110% right on!  – MBH

Guilt That I Don’t Know What to do With This!

This is one of those moments that I feel good that I may have figured a little more of this gift out, but then I am really bothered by the fact that I don’t know how to use it or how to help with it.

Well, here we go again. Today I have a morning where I am “vibrating” again. I even pass on coffee as I feel I can’t shake on the inside anymore. My heart was pounding, was dizzy. I prayed that I didn’t pass out in the shower and my kids would find me. I remember thinking: Will they even realize to call 911?? (We’ve gone through the drill many times!)

After the kids headed off to school, I headed to a friend’s house to help her and her family pack for what was an “unexpected” move, to those of us who thought we were close to her. (Not so unexpected to them.) I make it through the packing ok. Maybe because I am distracted by the work that needed to be done, or maybe because I was getting good at “holding it together” in front of others.

I headed home a little before lunch and the vibrating, heart-pounding, dizziness thing started to happen again. I decided to ask out loud: “Please go away – I am not working right now. Also, please stop making me feel sick!” (Free will!) Soon after, it was like someone flipped the switch. The vibrating feeling on the inside of my body went away. My heart stopped pounding and the dizziness disappeared. I was drained, but the feelings were gone. I had a moment of normalcy.

Later that afternoon, after one of my children got off of the bus after school, he walks in the door and tells me that one of his buddies from the neighborhood who he hangs out with often, just had his 98-year old grandfather pass away. He also mentioned that the Grandfather was living with the boy and his family when he passed.

I processed this for a while trying to piece the puzzle of my day together.

The feelings and symptoms that I had been feeling….

The “turning it off and having it work for me earlier that afternoon…

The death that my child just informed me about….

One thing that popped into my head was the idea that the grandfather might possibly be trying to contact me. Technically, by proximity, I was the closet (and he probably thought the easiest) medium of contact that he could have used in the event that he needed help delivering a message to his family. I mean we are literally talking 5 houses down and over one….

This is one of those moments that I feel good that I may have figured a little more of this gift out, but then I am really bothered by the fact that I don’t know how to use it or how to help with it. Really a feeling of guilt like I mislead a spirit who thought that I could have helped. – MBH