Sunday, June 27, 2010

The Silver Tea

The 131st Lily Dale summer season started this weekend and one of the signature kick-off events of opening day is the Silver Tea.

Long ago, glorious Victorian ladies and gentlemen would gather for a respendlent tea, complete with real silver tea service and scrumptious goodies. Neighbors, friends, and visitors would enjoy greeting each other after the long winter months at this Opening Day celebration.

Here at Lily Dale, we continue the tradition. We no longer use a silver tea service, however fun, fellowship, and enjoyment of an array of yummy goodies pervail.

Some people dress up, wear pearls, hats, and other finery in memoriam of days gone by. Others wear street clothes, jeans, and shorts in style with today's fashions.

This year....we found ourselves sitting with a group visiting from Ohio. They were friendly and an easy repoire developed. We also mingled with some of our friends and neighbors, exchanging pleasantries and commenting on the lovely update to the Auditorium platform. When the visiting Buddhist Monks arrived, they joined their voices in sacred song to celebrate the event.

Every now and then during the evening, I could sense people from a bygone age celebrating with us --- Victorian ladies in gorgeous hats, men impeccably dressed, and other spirit visitors --- at our sides as we discussed the spiritual journeys that led us to Lily Dale, God, spirit contact, healing, and Spiritualism. This is where history and the events of today blend. The same beautiful tradition, power, and intention of gathering on opening day at the Silver Tea remains.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Spiritual family

There are people in our lives that become dear to us because they share our core spiritual beliefs. Sometimes they become closer to us than our biological family because they 'see' our souls and nurture our spiritual selves.

These folks are our spiritual family.

And while I am blessed by a biological family who is also my spiritual family (a rarity I am told), my spiritual family also consists of:
  • close personal friends (a.k.a. kindred souls I trust)
  • members of my church (a Spiritualist church I have attended for over 15 years)
  • other residents here at Lily Dale (a spiritual community and the world's largest center for the religion of Spiritualism)
Certain friends of mine are open to discussing spiritual ideas and sharing spiritual experiences. They are supportive of my work and I am supportive of theirs. Most of them are not professional mediums or healers, but they are aware of using their intuitive abilities in their everyday life. It is wonderful to trade stories of synchronicity, dreams, and life path with kindred souls I trust. We help each other on the journey.

During church services, I feel a kinship with those who have gathered. We share similar spiritual beliefs and spiritual philosophies. Our group energy raises the vibration exponentially. We express this through inspirational speaking, song, church-style spiritual healing, and messages from spirit. When I serve as the featured medium, featured speaker, chairperson and/or volunteer healer for these events, I know I am serving my spiritual family.

Living in Lily Dale, I am surrounded by neighbors who know and support mediumship and spiritual healing as expressions of God's Love. A plethora of educational and spiritual opportunities exist here. In addition, enjoyment of Lily Dale's special places, woodland trails, and waterways offer attunement with Nature and with other souls on a conscious spiritual journey.

Bottomline: Finding fellowship with kindred souls is important for spiritual development. Gathering with others of like-mind and like-intention is a way of creating positive spiritual awareness and sharing 'truths'.

Who is your spiritual family?

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Ensuring contact with a certain spirit in a reading

Q: I want to connect with a specific person in Spirit. Is there anything I can do (as the client) prior to our session to help bring a certain loved one in Spirit through during the reading?

A: Prior to your appointment, you can speak to your loved ones, either verbally outloud or silently within, to notify them of the opportunity to communicate via a medium.

Here is a possible script: "Hello, (name of spirit loved one) - I have an appointment for a mediumship reading at (this time) on (this date), please show up." You have now officially notified your loved one of the appointment.

There is no guarantee that a certain spirit will connect during a reading - all you can do is request and see what happens.

Several of my clients have told me they use the above technique. I also suggest that you raise the vibration by setting your divine intention for the Highest and Best to happen in the reading.

For those who have had readings, what have you done to ensure communication with a certain spirit during a reading? Post a comment to share your method with the group.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Dragonfly wings

Something magical has happened.

Today at the park, a dragonfly landed on my son. My little guy was playing on the steps to the slide when a dragonfly swooped down and attached itself to his shirt!

The dragonfly took up residence exactly between my son's shoulderblades and a few inches from his neck of his shirt. It looked like my son had wings!! Beautiful irridescent angel wings.

Incredibly, the dragonfly remained perched on my son while he explored some of the other playground equipment, stayed on him as he rambunctiously ran to the basketball court to pick up and throw the ball several times, and entered the maze hedge with him. He even stumbled a few times. All told, it remained unmoving on my son's back for over 20 minutes.

Eventually, I saw the dragonfly fly on. It buzzed over a field of flowers and was gone.

What was the message?

The dragonfly has been a symbol of happiness, new beginnings, and change in many cultures. Some animal symbolism has the dragonfly representing good luck, prosperity, swiftness, purity, harmony and strength.

Some Native Americans believe dragonflies are the souls of the dead. There are also many cultures that believe that the meaning of a dragonfly is happiness, courage and subconscious thoughts.

And with the constant changing of the world, it is no wonder that more and more people are adopting the dragonfly as their totem and admiring this beautiful insect. What a blessing to have this dragonfly land in our lives this day!

Thursday, June 3, 2010

The importance of parks for quality of life

Today's post is about parks --- city parks, state parks, national parks --- well it's really about the importance of parks.

Research verifies what we intuitively know about the value of parks and related open spaces: parks reduce energy use and storm water runoff, parks increase the value of neighboring property (The National Homebuilders Association claims that park and recreation areas may enhance the value of land up to 20%), and parks improve academic performance among children and teens.

In addition, studies have also shown that crime is lower in the neighborhoods where parks exist and visits to hospitals and emergency rooms are reduced when kids are given a safe alternative to playing in streets and parking lots. The availability of recreation opportunities and park amenities is also an important quality-of-life factor for businesses choosing where to locate and for individuals choosing a place to live.

All of the above are very viable reasons for having, utilizing, and maintaining parks. But let's really bring this point home in terms of spiritual needs.

When I think of the physical, emotional, and spiritual ramifications for just myself alone if I didn't have a park or green space to go to.... wow, that's huge. I use nature to reset myself spiritually, to clear energy, and to attune more fully with the Divine. Other people need (dare I say crave) this too. They may not use those words exactly but that's what is happening. Having a green space to visit is crucial.

Case in point: Summerlike weather with its sunny 80 degrees has finally arrived, so my husband and I decided take our son to one of the nearby city parks. We packed up food for a picnic and headed toward Lake Erie. One of my favorite local parks has a sandy beach, playgrounds, lots of green grass to run and play on, and plenty of picnic pavilions. It's also a great spot for sunsets.

As soon as we arrived, we set up at a picnic table and my son dashed over to the nearby playground slides. Food has little appeal when up against the fun of slides and teetertotters.

It was a Tuesday evening and I was surprised at the number of groups and families there --other people obviously had the same great idea. They were grilling out and relaxing with their folks in the warmth of the day.

And I (of course) was people-watching.

Children would go swimming in the lake, run over to the picnic tables for food, and then skip over to the swings, slides, and climbing equipment. Thankfully, the kids graciously made way for my curious and adventurous toddler son.

Little girls and boys in bright neon bathingsuits and the beginnings of sunburns grinned from ear to ear with wet watermelon smiles. Ah, to be six years old again...

The parents were also relaxed. And I am happy to report that I observed parents being really good parents - they were kind to their children, pushing them on swings, cooing over the babies, and patiently helping their toddlers negotiate the play equipment.

There was a free and easy feeling in the air.

Occasionally, guys in muscle cars and on motorcycles would drive past slowly. "Mustang, GTO, Harley," my husband would comment in recognition as the vehicles enjoyed a meadering cruise along the lake road view.

My favorite thing to watch was my family, especially my son's squeal of delight, ready smile, and his blond hair curling in the humidity. A close second favorite was my husband's actions - his athleticism as he played next to our son, the time when he assisted four little girls play safely on the teetertotters, and his tenderness toward me and our boy.

At sunset (an amazing display of color, sky, and water), the waters gentled into a mirror-like surface. A middle-aged woman was walking arm-in-arm on the beach with her elderly mother. A young couple was snuggling on a beach-weathered log of a tree. And a man and woman were kayaking along the shoreline.

My husband and I were perched on another driftwood log, alternating between glimpses at the sky display and our son playing with sticks in the sand. We smiled at each other as we told our son about the sun going to bed. Just then, our little guy looked behind us and pointed as he said, "Mooooon". And just like that, the day was over, like the end of a concert or movie - and we padded through the sand to the car and headed home.

It seemed like everyone brought the best of the themselves to the park that day. Maybe it's the glow of my own childhood memories that make this day sparkle. Regardless, I feel that having a place to go like this park is important, vastly important to the growth of people's souls.