If you're a sensitive person and you have the ability to receive messages from ghosts and spirits, it's very easy for the modern world and all it's craziness to interfere with your abilities. Over the months of December and January, my partner and I were dealing with a lot of stressful situations that seemed to block out my abilities - not because I didn't pay attention, but because I was pre-occupied with what was happening in the real world.
- Of course, there was one sign I got from my Dad when he led my mother to find his wallet, so she could present it to me for a Christmas present. I understood and read that one. However, my elderly mother visited over the holidays and stayed with us, and she's dealing with dementia or some kind of memory loss illness. The illness has taken away her short term memory to the point where she asks the same question every 10 minutes sometimes. She clearly remembers things from decades past, however. She's also become more impatient and short-fused. I know it's part of the mental illness (she's in her 80s after all), so it was challenging to live around that 24/7 for a long period over the holidays. Because of the extra care and constant attention, I was unable to receive messages.
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Our lovable foster dog! |
- Also in December, my partner and I took in a foster dog (our 5th one in 3 years). This one came to us at age 13 (just turned 14) and needed severe dental work (lots of teeth pulling and breath improvement), neutering, and all his blood tests, shots, etc. which he hadn't had for the last 4 years. He came from an elderly couple, of which one passed away and the other went in a nursing home. So, after the 3 big surgeries that this little old dachshund had, it took many weeks for him to heal. He had to be carried outside at all times of the day and night to do his business as he couldn't walk far with stitches. I'm happy to report he's all healed, is re-house trained and happy here in his foster home -but still looking for a permanent home (although we have a feeling this is it). Needless to say, he required almost 24 hour care, and there was no time to concentrate or meditate and I was missing messages. All of these things have settled now (my mother is back in her home several states away and the foster Dachshund is re-trained and healthy) so I've been able to again get messages.
The purpose in blogging about all of this is that LIFE is filled with distractions. It's a matter of trying to find quiet time to be aware of what else is happening around you.