Omnism VS Religion

I am writing this post for all my friends I see in the groups on FB that are seeking answers, and struggling with what they believe. I struggled too. I just happened to live in an area that had a lot of unique people, who were gifted, but kept their gifts quiet to remain the appearance of normal in our small town. I had readings, and past life regressions. They helped me immensely.

 

In my life I have studied about different “Religions” as I grew up bouncing about different churches, finally finding a home with a Free Methodist Church. I would attend services with friends. I had a traumatizing experience at an Assembly of God as there were people standing up and talking loudly in tongues, some on the floor rolling about… as a 12 year old it scared me so much I ran the 4 blocks home in a panic! That was not the way I knew to worship God! I attended a Catholic service, nope not for me… and a few other churches in our small town. As I studied the Bible, it just never sat right with me. I felt like this was not MY journey. I tried to fit in, to be “normal” but I would listen to the sermons and think, “what if it is all just a scam, who is this MAN (King James or even Joseph Smith) and why should we believe anything they wrote?” They were MEN not Gods… Why were chapters removed?  And who is right and wrong?

 

Catholics, Mormons, Seventh Day Adventist, Jehovah’s Witness, Hindu, Buddhists, Community Christian Churches… the list is long, and each one protests they are the only way.

 

Then when you look at “all that is” the choices are as vast as the ocean. Add in metaphysical beliefs, mediums/ physics’, witchcraft, and the history of ancient drawings and earth carvings depicting visitors from the sky, temples and Pyramid’s built with laser accuracy by people on horses carving by hand… we just don’t know as much as we think.

 

I just recently found a term for what feels right for me. It is called Omnism. I decided after my studying in the 1980’s which was pre-internet, I had to read the books/bibles, that although many religions are similar, I could not say who was right or wrong. I feel that whatever your heart chose was indeed your path. No one has a right to say you are wrong in what you believe.

 

Through my journey I’ve grown to believe that all Religions have a truth and path in the Universe to God or Enlightenment   I am so happy to see there is a term to describe my beliefs.

Omnism is the recognition of all religions. To put it in perspective, they all matter and have a meaning for its existence. One main belief is that everything created in this world is important.

 

Although Omnism is not a religion, it is a sense of spirituality. There is no church or sacred texts in regards to the belief. There is no given theology, in which case individuals tend to formulate how they believe in Omnism. It is a very open-minded, transcended thinking. The closest comparison to this term is Universalist Unitarian, which inhibits strong spiritual interactions with the universe and all people around us.

 

What ultimately brought me here to think this way, was the death of my first child Terry.

I basically had “God” shoved down my throat to the point I finally had to walk away from all things “God” related. I was told so many things by people trying to help, that would just piss me off, and many were hurtful in the beginning. The so called comforting comments were not appreciated by a 21 year old woman who had just had her world torn apart by watching her child die.

 

In bible study I was told, if I just loved God enough and trusted he had a plan, I would be OK. God wanted him back (well I wanted him back in my arms too) Then I mentioned seeing his spirit many times, I was told that was my imagination… and not to try and communicate as that was evil. I needed help with stopping the nightmares and visons, not scolding.

 

That was enough. Part of why I never fit in any church, was that so many considered any communication with spirits as the devil, and evil. Well I grew up with a family that possessed gifts of enlightenment. And what they could do was never seen as evil or bad, it was just normal for me. I am an empath, along with feeling people’s energy, I can see spirits/ghosts, and have communicated with them since I was around 12. This gift did not come from evil, in fact it enhanced our lives. But we didn’t really talk about it with outsiders as they would not understand.

 

My grandmother could read minds quite well. I did not get to spend much time with her as she lived in another state. One Christmas season, I was looking in the window of a store at an outfit I really liked with my girlfriend. I didn’t say anything, but I thought about how much I would like to have that for Xmas. But it was expensive, and money was tight for us, so I just walked on with my friend. A package arrived from my grandmother for Christmas, and inside was the exact outfit. I was so excited; I looked at my mother and asked her if she told my grandmother about it, thinking my friend must have told her. My mother said, no I knew nothing about this, what are you talking about? I told my mother I had been looking at it in the store. I still didn’t believe my mom wasn’t in on the surprise, so when I called my grandmother to thank her, I asked her how did you know I liked this? She said you told me in your mind… yeap grandma was in my head again!

 

My mother and one of her sisters were so psychically linked that hey finished each other’s sentences, and knew if one or the other was hurt. My mom cut her hand badly when canning, and while I was wrapping it up to go to the ER, my aunt called and said I am on the way, she needs 5 or 6 stitches. They even dreamed together and built the same cabin on my aunt’s land. My aunt had very strong powers, she could find things for me, lost glasses in a hay field, lost keys from a 2 year old playing with them, had a photographic mind, and so much more. She was afraid of her gifts and ultimately quit using them.

Then the spirits/ghosts that I sensed and communicated with, it was not evil in any way. We had a “house ghost” I called him top hat man because I didn’t know his name. He wore a suit from the 1920’s and a black top hat. I only saw him once, but I heard him come to my room every night to check on me. I would hear footsteps coming from where a door used to be in our old house, we had remodeled, so it was a hallway now. The footsteps would come up to my bedroom door, and the door would open like 2 inches, it was on rollers, so it made noise, and slid sideways. I thought it was my mom, as she had always checked on me before she went to bed when I was little. One morning I told my mom, “You know I am not a baby anymore, you don’t have to check on me before you go to bed”. She gave me a funny look and said, “I don’t do that anymore”. She was busy cooking so I left it at that. But that night after I went to bed, I waited, as I was going to catch my mom, for fun. I laid there pretending to sleep, and when I heard the door, I jumped up turned on the light, and slid the door open and yelled “gotcha” but it wasn’t my mom! It was a man in a suit and top hat! I screamed, and he vanished into thin air! I slammed my door shut and hid under the covers. I had been so frightened, but as I lay there thinking about it, I realized that he had been checking on me for months, so if he was going to hurt me, he would have already done that. So the next night, when he opened the door, I just said hey, I am ok, and the door slid back shut. This continued the entire time we lived in that house. I did not tell my mother, as I didn’t want to frighten her. Later I learned that she had seen him too, but did not want to frighten me, LOL

Top hat man was mischievous; he would hide things and then give them back. I would set something down on the kitchen island and go back in my room or the bathroom, and it would disappear. I would ask my mom if she took it and she would joke maybe the ghost took it. So I would say out loud, “Hey, I need this, will you please put it back? And walk away. The item would mysteriously be back on the counter, and my mom was nowhere near it. This went on for five years or so, him hiding stuff to then give it back. One day I was in a hurry and not wanting to play, he had taken my keys, I was going to be late, so I said “I need my keys NOW” my mom had been helping me look for them, the drawer popped open in the buffet in front of both of us, and there were my keys! I went over and said “thank you” and went on my way.

 

When I got home from work, I looked at my mom, and said “we need to talk” she smiled and said yes it’s about time. She told me the only time she saw him was bringing in groceries from the car one day, she had a bag in each hand and as she opened the door, he was sitting in the living room chair reading the paper. He looked at her, and watched her go set the bags down on the counter. She then turned and walked out of the house freaking out… and sat in the car a long time before coming back into the house. He was gone, but the chair was still rocking a little, and the newspaper, still open was laying on the floor.  So we had both been serious about things getting moved about, but had said it as a joke so it did not scare the other one. This was the 1970’s so we tried to research the house, but not much to find. It was close to an old Native Indian Burial Ground, but he was white. We always wondered why he was stuck, and who he was looking for in the bedroom. If I saw him now, I would simply ask him. Then I was not sure I wanted to know.

 

I had not thought about the ghost in years, and I saw a friend from school who had bought the house I grew up in. She stopped me and said, was there a ghost in that house when you lived there? I asked her why she was asking. She then told me about things moving about, going missing, and then coming back. And that she saw him once by her kid’s bedroom (my old room), just a quick flash… so he was still here, stuck for some reason. My friend was so relieved as she thought she was going nuts.

He was the first, but not the last spirit I have seen. It was not evil, nor the devil terrifying me, I was not possessed. But to the strict religious people I knew it was evil. Had to be, the Bible said so…

 

After the ghost encounter, I started studying about metaphysical things.

 

My mother had an extensive library on just about every way you could think about life and death and spirit, bigfoot (yes we had a lot of sightings and tracks in Eastern WA) and aliens.

 

I continued to study about healing with energy, but I was also in high school, and working, and hanging out with friends that were not open to that kind of belief, so it kind of just got put on a shelf in the back of my mind, yes it works, yes I can do it, I will play with it later.

When my son died, I was so lost in the pain, I wanted to know why him, why now, why me. And the “God has plans” comments was not good enough for me.

 

In fact after one very religious woman was being harsh with me, I exploded upon her. “Stop telling me about your loving God that sends entire tribes of people to fight each other, fathers to kill sons, and takes my son who was loved and cherished, and wanted, yet leaves children being abused or starving to death to suffer”

 

I was so angry, I had to put space in between myself and all the well-wishers trying bring me back to salvation. In my mind there is no heaven or hell, our hell is right here on earth. In the beginning, I thought “what did I do to cause this?” I had not done anything to hurt anyone else at age 21, and felt that Karma was not playing fair. although I do still believe in Karma, but I now think it goes thru many lifetimes. and is not a punishment, but a chance to do it right the next time.

So I can say now with a loving open heart that I believe as an Omnist. When I wrote my books, I tried very hard to stay neutral, as I didn’t want someone to not buy the book because of religion or the lack of it. My books are about helping others experiencing grief. In fact I got told by a chain of “Christian” book stores that I was not religious enough to sell my books in their stores.

 

So here is my personal belief after 40 years of living with grief. All our journeys are individual, but the one thing we all share is the why’s and the ‘it’s not fair” and being so broken. My journey was helped greatly by people who were intuitive, who thought outside the box. A physic taught me how to stop the nightmares, which woke me daily screaming after the wreck, as I watched my son die, and his spirit leave his body. I held his mangled body by the roadside and gave him CPR. An angel appeared at the wreck and helped me, I tried to find her later to thank her, and she didn’t exist. I felt my grandfather’s hands on my shoulders, and heard him tell me that Terry was ok, he was not hurting.

I saw Terry’s spirit many times after he died, and finally was able to talk to him, and let him go on. He told me that my love was so strong I was holding him back, that he needed to go, but he could not go until I opened up my heart and let him go.

 

So I have studied, and what works for me is that the spiritual, metaphysical, and physics all pretty much come around to the same thing. We are spiritual beings of light and energy having a human journey.

 

What if our souls do indeed come to earth for many lifetimes?

What if we do make a plan as a soul to learn something, or create something needed for mankind?

What if we choose when we die, before we are born?

I was able to get my answers that calmed my soul.

I am still missing the physical closeness, but I know my loved ones souls are continuing. 

They are not lost. They have transitioned back into the soul/spirit world.

I have read and talked to many intuitive people and they all believe in a higher power, that the universe indeed does have a plan, but that we as humans do have a say in that plan before we are born, but also that free will is at play. We can choose to alter our plan, but there are things that need more than one lifetime to work out for souls.

 

I am posting a video of a man who is very active in teaching others about how to use our personal energy. This video he talks about death, and souls. Maybe it will help someone who is lost in the pain of loss.

 

— Jeffrey Allen

Jeffrey Allen is a spiritual teacher and energy healer from Sedona, Arizona. Currently living in Tokyo, Japan. Jeffrey has traveled globally — teaching mediumship, intuition, and healing on four continents. His focus is on teaching people to use their intuitive gifts to live conscious and happy lives.

 

Jeffrey has an extensive background in intuition, mediumship, and healing give him a unique perspective on life, relationships, and the flow of energy. He shares this information through his fun and empowering teaching and his deeply healing Ascended Master healing sessions.

 

The lesson of ants on the sidewalk, that my 3 year old son old taught me.

How did I become active in my life again? I found the ants on the sidewalk!

How did ants on the sidewalk become important to me? It was because I saw them through a 3 year old’s eyes. Billy was a very hands on kiddo, and wanted to know how everything worked, & still is that way now as an adult. He was kneeling down in the grass by our sidewalk yelling for me to come quick.

When I came close I saw what he was looking at, it was an ant parade.

He was looking closely at the legs on the ants and how they were carrying off his cookie crumbs, marching in a perfect line into the crack in the concrete. My first reaction was dang it, gotta get the bug spray. But as I sat there and watched them with my son, I realized that I was still just existing in this world of mine, not fully enjoying what there was for me to experience. He was so excited at watching these ants, he had no fear of being bit by one, and was so amazed at how they could carry so much weight on their shoulders…

I sat there in the grass, and for the first time since Brandon died, enjoyed being a mom again. Sharing special moments with my son. I had been his caretaker, more than his mother. I was so very afraid to let go and live with the love, as I was waiting for him to die too… I was extremely protective (my husband called me a mother bear) and yet terrified at the same time. I had buried two of his brothers and had a nasty custody battle with my EX over my daughter, which I stopped fighting when I had to live in the hospital for 3 months with Brandon in cancer treatment. Then Brandon died. I let my daughter stay with her dad because I knew how unstable I was at that point, her visits to our house of grief were enough, she didn’t need to live in that world every day. So basically I had lost so much, I could not imagine Billy growing to become an adult. I had stopped dreaming of a future and was just enduring each day. I was waiting for him to break my heart. I had a wall up against letting anyone too close. Although closeness was what I needed, pushing away was what felt safe.

That lesson, from my 3 year old stayed with me, when life got too complicated, I would think keep it simple, ants on the sidewalk.

Live in the moment! You hear that everywhere, but what does that mean? I was stuck in the past with no hope for the future, so I endured each day as another day of hell. I held onto the pain, it was my best friend. It went everywhere with me, it was the only thing I knew would never leave me.

As I sat there with my 3 year old so fascinated with life, it was as if the ants were carrying off my pain, one little crumb at a time. I began to let go of the fear, and he got his mama back, stronger with each little ant going by.

As I grew through my grief, that is exactly what I did, I lived in the moment. I planned for the future, but vowed to live right here, right now. I had lived in fear for too many years. 

When I think about the world of the ant, they could teach us a few things about life. They stick together, even when carrying a heavy load. They stay focused. They are fearless when protecting their home and offspring. They work together equally in building communities, yet they keep it simple.

So when life gets complicated, remember the ants on the sidewalk!

The video below is an analogy of how ants apply to the world of grief. An empowering story of letting go of fear and allowing yourself to step back into life and fully engage in the present.

Grief CPR Series

Emotion = Energy in Motion

 

 

I am often asked “How do I let go?” or “How did you let go?”

That is such a tough answer. I am non-judgmental in my writings, as I believe the choices in how we believe about God, the Universe, and Spirit, are vastly different, but yet the same. I personally do not believe that life ends at death. I say this because I have had communication with my children who have passed with visions and have heard them sending me thoughts. The signs are there if we are open to seeing them. Others who believe that life here is it, that when we are gone we are gone, have a different journey than mine.

Modern science teaches us about DNA, energy molecules, and even space time continuum. We know so much, yet so little!

So are we truly letting go forever,

or are we simply letting go

of the human of the souls we love?

What I learned in 40 years of grieving is this

Now how did I do that? Fair question, I do this by choosing to become bigger than my pain. I learned somewhat slowly at first, that the mind is such a powerful thing. I was so overwhelmed with my pain, that I was actually drawing more pain into my being. The sub conscious, or inner voice, does what we tell it to. When I told it that I hurt so bad I could not go on, I did not have the strength to get out of bed, it said OK. When I said I want him back! It said…hmmm…ok, we will bring him back in your dreams, but we can’t control this, they may be nightmares. They were. But I got what I asked for.

Letting go is such an important part of grieving, and we truly make it much harder than it has to be. I say this from a perspective of doing this multiple times in my life now. The first time was so very hard. I was standing at my washing machine, holding a pillow case that had dried vomit on it from when Terry had the flu two weeks prior to his death. It was only a small spot I had not seen, as it was his floor nap pillow, and it had been tossed in the corner of the room. I am standing there clutching that pillow case as hard as I could; I could not drop it into the washer, thinking “how pathetic am I?” I am holding onto his vomit?? But my hands would not open, I shut the lid and stood there crying. At that moment a vision of Terry floated down onto the washer. He sat on the lid, with his feet hanging over the top as he had done before, when helping me. I backed up out of fear, then in desperation asked him WHY??  WHY are you doing this to me? I see you run through the living room, I hear you laughing, I see your rocking horse move? WHY are you doing this to me? You are driving me crazy! WHY?? He said this to me: Your love is so strong, you keep pulling me back! I want to come back to you but I can’t. I can only come for mere seconds at a time, and only as a vision. You cannot hold me, you cannot touch me. Your love for me is holding me here, stuck in limbo. I cannot go on until you let me go. You have to let me, I need to move on. I love you mama, but please let me go! And with that he just dissolved away in mere seconds. As he was talking I tried to touch him, he was only mist, but when he was gone there was nothing. The air upon which he sat was empty. Thru my tears, I opened up the washer and dropped the pillow case in. I opened up my clutched fists, and raised my arms, and said out loud, Good bye Terry, be free, free from this earth to move on. In my love I am letting you go, I will no longer pull you back to me; I will see you on the other side. I shut the washer, and turned it on.  I felt a huge burden lift off my soul, and peace begin to flow within. The visions stopped. The nightmares stopped, and healing began.

Letting go is a part of the journey we all must take down our life path. Learning to LIVE after we let go can be just as hard as we choose to make it. We can choose to release the pain, let it float away and walk back into life, or not.

All of my pain was not instantly washed away in letting go of Terry by any means, but in letting go, healing could begin. I did not have all the resources we now have to help me; it was a long and very painful journey. So when I thought I had made good progress down this path of healing, life happened– again.

When it was time to say good bye to Brandon, it had been 8 years since I had done this with Terry. I had, however learned a lot in those 8 years. I knew the road ahead, and I knew which fork in the road I wanted to take. Although it was hard, I knew I had to let him go upon his death, I knew he had to be free to move on. His life with cancer was so horrible; I did not want to ever bring him back to this ugly world of pain and torture! Also thru my pain, I was able to teach my husband how to let go. I had given him the gift of this child; I was now able to give him the gift of letting this child go.

How did I do this? As we talked, he was holding Brandon in his arms in the recliner, and the end was near. I told him that it was now time to start letting go, he had held onto the hope of a miracle, and a cure for all this time, but that it was not to be. I told him that in his love for his son, he had to let him move on. He could not talk at this point, I told him when he passes, kiss him good bye, and watch his spirit rise. Open your hands and heart and let all of him float up with his spirit. Don’t wish him back, don’t call him back. Let him go. Then I moved away to let them have the time to let go of each other. And truly when they both had released the bonds of pain, Brandon was ready to go. He took his final breath and was gone. This time I was ready to let go, and I did at the moment of his death. As I held him along with his dad, we let his spirit be free of this earth. Our tears were of peace. His painful bonds of this earth were gone, my heart was broken yet again, but this time healing could begin at the moment of death. A life lesson learned. Be brave enough to let go and move forward.

Men and women grieve so very differently; it had been some time before our lives calmed down enough that we could talk about letting go again. My husband told me that after they took Brandon’s body away, and he drifted off to sleep, he dreamed of him. He said he saw him walking, and he tried to walk with him, telling him, wait, I want to go with you! And Brandon told him no, it’s not your time, I was just saying goodbye, I wanted you to know I no longer hurt, I am free and I’ll see you on the other side, and he was gone. Brandon did not come back again to my husband.

So is letting go as hard as we think it is? Yes and No. It takes great courage, and much love. I used to think I had to hang on because I loved Terry so much, when it was the total opposite. I had to let go because I loved him so much. So in Brandon’s death he taught me that healing can begin at the moment of passing. Yes time heals, and pain fades, but time can begin right away.

If you didn’t get to say goodbye, you need to do so. You cannot let go until you say good bye. And you have to say it with your entire being. Say it with your heart, your spirit, and importantly your voice. You have to say it out loud, and mean it. Shout it if you have to; but say it. Words once spoken are allowed to float upon the universe through eternity. If you need to apologize or ask forgiveness do that. Also forgive them for leaving you. Then release the pain and let it go as you let them go.

Looking at it from both sides, I didn’t get to say goodbye to Terry, and I had my arms around Brandon as he took his last breath…they both knew and felt my love on a daily basis, and holding onto the thought of “I never got to” just tore at me, and held Terry’s spirit in limbo. When I said out loud goodbyes to Terry, the peace came within. It was part of letting go, I thought I had, but not until I fully said goodbye with my HEART in spoken word had my spirit let go.

This is where my title of my book come from. I choose to become bigger than my pain, in my daily life, with much love and great courage.

   

What motivated you to become an indie author?

Over the years I have helped others with grief support, and when eBooks started getting more popular, I wanted to make my book available to others in this format. When I looked at reprinting the original version of Love & Courage, I wanted to add more information. So I decided since I had to retype the entire book as no computer uses or reads a 6″ floppy disk, I would add some content to help with grief. Becoming Bigger Than Our Pain is about how to help someone grieving, or yourself. I help others in my daily life, but wanted a way to help many others with eBooks and print.

In my talks with the big publishing houses, they all wanted to change my book, and I wanted it to remain the way I wrote it. So I self published to keep the manuscript intact.

What inspires you to get out of bed each day?

Living my entire adult life with grief, I have grown to live in the moment, knowing full well this may be my last day, so why not make it a good one! I plan for the future, but I live in the present, and choose to find joy in my life verses sadness. I have learned to smile because I had my children in my life who passed before me, and remember the love, rather than to keep crying because they are gone from my arms, as they are still in my heart.

Life is a journey, and I truly believe we draw to us what we focus on the most. When I was so deeply engulfed in my grief, I saw no reason to even think I would ever be happy again. I continued to draw pain and suffering into my heart and soul until I was finally strong enough to move forward. Now I draw in happiness and joy in the simple moments of life.

When you’re not writing, how do you spend your time?

I used to have a large flower garden, and it gave me peace to work in it, and sit on my patio and enjoy all the bright colors and smells. I have a busy family life, and enjoy creating designs and artwork for my son’s business. I used to have a side by side off road vehicle that we would take to the Oregon Dunes to ride. I loved to sit out in the dunes and watch the sunset over the beach, it is so beautiful and relaxing. I love to walk on the beach and feel at one with nature as the waves wash upon my feet. That feeling of peace is what inspired my support website Griefbeach.com and the song I wrote also named Grief Beach. I finally have a baby grandson, who is so much fun to be with, and he helps Gramma to continue to heal her heart.

Do you remember the first story you ever read, and the impact it had on you?

Maybe not the first, but I loved Nancy Drew in grade school, I had every book in the series. They were mystery, detective books that kept me interested thru the entire book. They helped me to realize things are not always as it seems.

What is your writing process?

I am an emotional writer, I could never just sit at a desk and write, unless I am channeling wisdom from those who have gone on before me. I start with an outline, and then go from there. I am not too organized, so I have many re-writes to get my books done. My best ideas come to me in the shower…(why is that?)

Describe your desk.

Always cluttered! They say that creative minds are rarely tidy! That applies to me! I start with a very organized desk, but then life happens, my tasks multiply, then I spill my coffee, and move things about and well now it’s a mess!

Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing?

I grew up in a small town in Eastern Washington. I did not live on a farm, but most of my friends did. I grew up as a country girl, not wanting the fast paced city life, my dream was the house with the picket fence, 2 kids and a dog in the yard.

I was working on that dream when I wrecked my car at age 21. My 2 year old son died, I was 5 months pregnant with my daughter, who survived. Everything changed that day, my life shattered in an instant, and grief has influenced my life in everything I do since then.

I write like I speak, not in 3rd person, like I am sitting at the table with you telling my story. So my style is not formal or professional, I am just the neighbor next door.

What do your fans mean to you?

It means a great deal to have someone tell me that my book has helped them on their grief journey. My sole intent is to do just that, helping others and paying the love forward. I have a box of letters from those who read my book, and they are precious reminders of “what good has come of this”. Thru my pain, I have helped many, and that makes it just a little easier.

How do you approach cover design?

I put many elements in the cover design for Becoming Bigger Than Our Pain, it started with the purple sunset off the deck of my best friends family condo in Hawaii. Then I added the family walking on the beach, who could be anyone’s family, and I show them stepping back into life from the fog of grief onto the pavement. I wanted to show healing, and support and beauty.

What are you working on next?

I have 2 projects in the works, a Bio of sorts, profiling the events that changed the course of my life. I was asked to do a movie when my children were young, about the years in-between the boys deaths, but the timing was not good for my living children, and I wanted them to live as normal of a life as they could. So now I can talk about all the insanity of my life. Destined to Grow Strong will be done soon.

Another project is the children’s book. When I am doing grief workshops and grief coaching, I have been asked how to help children cope with grief, how to help them understand what it means to die, regardless of religion, and how to help them express the grief in healthy ways. It is almost done. I have a friend who speaks Spanish, so I will start doing Spanish versions of my books also.

I try to get creative when I am working on my empowerment articles. I know one of the hardest things for me to learn when i was in the depths of my grief, was to find positive elements in my life. I was so very broken, that I seemed to slide back into the negative self talk and thoughts because I missed my boys so badly. I found that when I would find positive thoughts and poems, it help to get me back into the life I choose to live, without all that negativity weighting me down! I am sharing inspiration here for positive encouragement. These are my words, not a copy from somewhere else. I was thinking, what would nature whisper to me if it could?

Alligator Whispers

Take a bite out of life.

Keep a low profile.

Bask in the sun.

Keep an eye out for opportunities.

Be thick skinned, they don’t understand.

Don’t be afraid to open your mouth, let the grief out.

*****

Bat Whispers

Trust your senses.

Don’t be afraid of the dark.

Spend time hanging around with your friends.

Get a grip on your grief.

Sometimes ya just have to wing it.

Guano Happens!

*****

Bear Whispers

Eat well.

Live large.

Climb beyond your expectations.

When life gets hairy, grin and bear it!

Take a good long nap, but don’t hibernate in your grief!

Live life with the seasons, and look after your honey!

*****

Bison Whispers

Stand your ground.

Have a tough hide.

Keep moving thru the grief.

Cherish wide open spaces.

Have a strong spirit.

Roam wild and free from the pain!

Let the chips fall where they may.

*****

Bluebird Whispers

Spread your wings with happiness.

Keep a song in your heart!

Be colorful.

Fill your nest with friendships.

The sky has no limits.

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Butterfly Whispers

Show your true colors.

Look for the sweetness in life.

Take time to smell the flowers.

Free yourself from your cocoon.

Transform pain into loving memories.

Take yourself lightly.

Catch a breeze!

*****

Cactus Whispers

Get plenty of sunshine.

Accentuate your points.

Be patient through your dry spells.

Conserve your resources.

Don’t desert your friends.

Wait for your time to bloom.

Stay sharp!

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Campfire Whispers

Gather strong relationships.

Spark new ideas.

Bring people together.

Radiate warmth.

Be a good storyteller.

Don’t let grief burn you out.

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Canyon Whispers

Carve out a place for yourself in your new life after loss.

Reach deep for strength.

Stand the test of time.

Aspire to new plateaus.

Don’t get boxed in.

Listen to the voices of your loved ones in the wind.

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Cat Whispers

Be frisky!

Pounce on possibilities.

Enjoy the nightfall.

Always land on your feet.

Stretch your soul often.

Delight in simple joys.

Create a purr-fect day!

*****

Cave Whispers

Breath deeply.

See beauty behind the shadows.

Search inwards.

See the hole picture.

Healing grief takes time.

Look beneath the surface.

Turn off the lights and be yourself.

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Chameleon Whispers

Be a colorful creation of your soul!

Shed your old ways and live in your new skin.

Allow changes to your lifepath.

Be still and listen to your heart.

Snap up new life directions.

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Deer Whispers

Look both ways before you cross the road.

Don’t pass the buck!

Be a good listener.

Know when to lay low.

Tread lightly on the earth.

Take time to browse.

Leap over grief obstacles. 

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Dog Whispers

Be loyal.

Unleash your talents.

Learn new tricks.

Share your sticks, but hide your favorite snacks!

Make new friends.

Always run to greet your loved ones!

*****

Dolphin Whispers

Have a playful spirit.

Be curious about life.

Sound out new ideas.

Glide thru life with ease and grace.

Find someone in grief you really click with.

Find your life’s porpoise!

*****

Eagle Whispers

Let your spirit soar!

See the big picture.

Cherish your freedom.

Bald is beautiful.

Keep your goals in sight.

Soar thru your grief.

Nest safely with love.

*****

Elephant Whispers

Have big dreams!

Charge ahead thru grief.

Make a big first impression.

Be all ears when listening.

Always be kind and gentle, no matter how big you are!

*****

Elk Whispers

Don’t get stuck in a rut!

Cherish wide open spaces.

Appreciate life’s high points.

Know where to make tracks.

Make your grief voice heard.

Be magnificent!

*****

Fox Whispers

Rely on your own instincts and intuition.

Have a playful spirit.

Have good scents.

Stop look and listen to your grief.

Find a cozy den.

Always be bright eyed and bushy tailed!

*****

Frog Whispers

Make a splash into your life!

Look before you leap.

Don’t jump to conclusions.

Enjoy a good soul swim.

Stretch your grief legs often!

*****

Giraffe Whispers

Stand tall.

Reach for new heights & learn from your grief.

Be head and shoulders above the pain of grief.

Don’t be afraid to stick your neck out to grow.

Keep your chin up, the intense grief will pass.

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