safetyinthefall

Kirlian Aura’s & Gifts

Part of enjoying the wonder of this place called Earth is partaking of new and delightful experiences wherever and whenever they appear. Always thinking of our own safety and that of others around us, of course.

The opportunity presented itself in 2004 to have a man who had a machine that did Kirlian Photography. We were told with these photos the man could look at the aura in the photo and see possible health issues, so we decided to go explore this new idea.

The line of people before us was pretty long so we took our place and watched and listened.

He would call the next person to come up and he would put a black shield like a hairdresser might use around the person.

He then had the person put their fingers on a device that connected to the “camera”.

Next, he would ask the person to think of their favorite place, a spa, a cabin, a waterfall, etc. He would talk a bit with them and ask them for some specifics so as to get them really comfortable and then a flash and it was all over. The photo was given and the person went away smiling.

As you can see if you could look real close at my picture, I did not have this experience. If you could look really close you would notice my nose looks like I spent time recently with Rudolph. There are a myriad of tears flowing down the black curtain over my chest which is beating a thousand beats a minute as he took this photo.

In my experience, when he told me to go to my favorite spot, I did. He asked me where I was, I said, “I am at Five Mile Creek” he asked me to describe it as if I was taking him along.

So I started where I always did, in my head I envisioned the winding road that I would drive to get to the creek and I said, I am driving down the road to get there. He stopped me and said, “The trees are like a tunnel!”, I said, “Yes, yes, they are.”

I continued and got out of the van and started to walk down to the creek, at this point he started to talk about the squirrels and I concurred there were a lot of squirrels in the woods. Next the water rolling over the sticks and stones, still all you might expect to find at a place called 5 mile creek.

I was starting to get suspicious as he mentioned the birds and the fall leaves, because I hadn’t mentioned the time of year. I had this funny feeling in my gut and I decided to test it.

I turned in the other direction and headed down to the beach. Yep, right here is Lake Michigan, “The Mother of all Lakes” and always the end reason for any trip to 5 Mile.

I watched his face, as I did not mention what I had done, nor where I was, and his surprised look hit me harder than I would have thought, had I even considered that someone had that gift.

He said, “What is THAT?!!!”

I smiled as the tears flowed down my cheeks and I told him, “THAT is Lake Michigan.”

And so it was, that I alone am witness to what we both “saw” that day, together, and this photo that was supposed to tell me if I had any health issues from my aura, instead taught me that there are so many more Gifts of the Spirit than anyone ever talks or writes about.

I began to look around for more of these wonders in the people around me. Gifts that most never consider, like the girl who cut my hair at the mall, who puts you to sleep with her brushing. Every single time! and people go back to her just for the relaxation.

Do we come down to this planet with these gifts or do we develop them here? I believe from talking to people – and everyone has at least one of these gifts – that we came down with them, and it is our choices that help us develop them.

Look at a gifted musician and you know that they practiced and spent hours honing their gifts, but some of them seem to have that extra little something that makes it truly a gift.

Would this man have used this gift had he not gotten a Kirlian camera? Probably, but would I have ever experienced it had he not chosen to take those photos that day? No.

When a wonder is presented, always take the time to enjoy it, even if the tears flow.

a storm over Manti

One day as we were driving along the backroads of central Utah with LaVan Martineau and his girls, he looked over and asked what could I see in the mountains?

There was silence for a bit as I took a look out the window and finally the answer came very quietly. “All I ever see when I look at the mountains are birds.”

He got his big grin out and said, “Yes! That is what you are supposed see!”

Now, that is not all you are supposed to see, one day he showed me a large snake on the mountain, but a small landslide had occurred recently that changed the snake to a broken snake and he pointed this out to us and possible meanings. It’s a fun thing to be able to drive along with someone who can read the mountains and teach at the same time.

Many would not listen to thoughts such as these, but then, they miss out on all the fun too!

This picture here above was taken high on a mountaintop west of Manti, Utah. It was a very stormy day and one in which no sane people would be driving up there, but there we found ourselves. As we got out to take this picture a very large eagle descended upon us so we rushed to the truck for cover, beautiful & scarey at the same time.

You can’t see the rainbow that was just forming on the other side of the valley, but maybe, just maybe you can see the bird?

His tailfeathers are spread wide and he is about to swoop down over the valley.

What things do you see when you look at the mountains? Whatever it is, I hope you have fun looking!

Mom’s Foray into a Food Co-op

One afternoon in the early 1970’s, my mom took me to an old building in downtown Petoskey, Michigan to visit her new foray into weird food for the family.

I cannot recall which building it was anymore but I recall climbing a whole lot of scary wooden stairs and walking down old hallways and finding a place filled with the smell of honey, bee pollen, grains and wonderful warm spices.

The place was called The Grain Train Food Co-op and my mom was determined her family would have a nice storage of wheat, honey and dried fruits to fill our hunger needs.

She bought a few of these little containers called Dannon yogurt and she filled a small paper bag with dried pineapple rings as a treat on the way home.

We were quite skeptical about this yogurt but we enjoyed the fruit on the bottom a lot. The pineapple rings and dates have also weathered the test of time and find their way into my own pantry, as you can see from the photo above.

Mom bought like a half a ton of hard winter wheat that the co-op ordered for her and she taught herself and others how to bake with it. One month she had us, as a family, eat mainly from wheat, honey, salt, oil and powdered milk. I’m sure there were a lot of complaints that month she had to endure.

Mom taught community classes on using gluten and about healthy and “fun” ways to eat it.

Today some of her children cannot eat wheat or gluten, so we are learning to do as she did and teach ourselves about new things to eat such as, “Forbidden Rice” and “Hemp Hearts”.

I love to head into Whole Foods and fill the cart with nice healthy foodstuffs but I miss climbing those stairs into a backroom with my Mom and feeling like I stepped back into Laura Ingalls Wilder’s day, for a moment or two.

When we visit Petoskey in the summer we always stop by the Grain Train store but it isn’t the same as those first years high up in an old building with those nice spicy smells.

a mini lesson on manifesting

One day we were visiting a new friend in Montana, she had been outside all day raking the bare ground, over and over.

We watched as she continued raking what seemed for all intents and purposes, to be the flatest, most even dirt we had ever seen.

Not only was she doing this but her husband was too.

Raking and raking and raking.

Later I had a chance to take a walk with her around the grounds. We had just started to chat, while walking on this well raked ground when I looked down at the earth beneath and went into shock to see that bright luminous grass that had suddenly appeared.

I stopped and exclaimed over it in wonder. She smiled and just kept walking and said “yes, I created it.” We talked a bit about that and then to my eyes appeared what else she had “created” that was still not physically present. I told her what I was seeing and she smiled more and said a friend had taught her how to do this.

If you want to create something you must decide exactly what you want and envision it in your mind and then do all in your power to manifest it.

She had a blueprint for how she wanted things like the grass to look, she had tilled the ground, she had made it flat and she had contacted the company to install the grass. They had not yet arrived, a few weeks overdo and so the thing she had to do while waiting was to keep envisioning it as it will be and keep the ground ready.

Thus, the raking and raking and raking, to keep the spiritual creation intact.

For a beautiful small moment I was blessed to see her spiritual creation.

Now one can go visit and see the physical creation, but they don’t know that the more beautiful portion to witness is the spiritual. I am ever grateful for such a sweet experience out of the blue.

I have since tried to manifest the things I want in my life and it is so much easier with this knowledge, that what I am doing is real, and the need to be sure of what and how you want things to be, is so important in this work called life.

where you lead, i will follow

You may think it an odd title if you know me.

This is a true story of my recollection of a trip made way back in the spring of 1972.

It was coming on Easter break and mom had planned a family trip up to Grandpa Heinz’ cabin at Lake Gogebic but came into a piece of genealogical data that said one of her relatives was from Barnard, Maine. On the spur of the moment she followed a feeling and our trip soon turned toward Maine.

We traveled by way of Canada and found ourselves in Montreal on a Sunday so it was decided that is where we would go to church.

The church people in the tiny LDS church were most friendly. One family was brave and took us home to share a Sunday dinner, while another decided he would come over afterwards and help out by providing his cabin in Vermont for the night. It was a huge cabin with a ton of cots for groups of visitors in a beautiful section of woods.

We traveled on to Maine camping in a tent and dad making meals on the Coleman stove. Nothing is better on a cold crisp morning than dads corn pancakes and real maple syrup from Vermont cooked over the coleman.

My mom left her version of this story in her journal but my remembrance is slightly different so will put it here anyhow.

We arrived at the town we were looking for, Barnard, Maine and found an old cemetery and we all spread out to try to find any family stones as soon as possible. It was getting late so we needed to hurry. I remember mom with a spiral notebook where she copied the dates when we found them. The cemetery was old and not well maintained at the time. Grass was high so we had to really look close for the stones.

Here we are seemingly in the middle of nowhere at this unkempt graveyard and two quite old men come around and one asked who we are looking for. We tell him the Higgins family, the one man who was doing all the talking said he knew a girl in school whose maiden name was Higgins and told us where she lived. We headed out in search of this lady in the town over from where we were.

Linnie Dick lived in a big old New England home that was getting rundown and needed a paint job. Mom was a bit hesitant when no one seemed to answer the door but soon she heard a tiny voice telling her to come inside.

Linnie was pretty old and not doing well healthwise and had just recently gotten out of the hospital. Her home didn’t have much furniture left as a relative was selling it off to pay bills while trying to let her stay in her home as long as possible. I remember a dining room table and her bed is all, I suppose there may have been more but my memory remains that it was pretty bare.

When mom told her she was a descendant of Elisha Higgins the sweet lady exclaimed over and over something about her long lost Uncle Elisha who went west to Minnesota.

She asked mom to bring her a piece of yellowed paper she pointed at. Mom got it and saw it was a genealogical record, hand-written, that listed all the Higgins descendants down to my mom’s grandmother Mary Louise Higgins. Linnie gave mom this record and told her of a Higgins family book that one could find from used booksellers.

Linnie also gave mom two tin types of our grandparents, a little golden glass shoe and gave us kids some candy. Linnie was of advanced age and mom was able to write her just once after we returned home as she passed away shortly.

Elisha A. Higgins

Susan Mable Davis Higgins

When we went home my mom told her father and he was very pleased that she cared enough about his family, so he asked around and found a copy of the book and ordered it for her, unfortunately he passed away before it arrived so her mother gave it to her, it was his last gift to her.

After the two men turned to leave us, back in the cemetery, we were standing there with mom and dad wondering at the coincidence of the men who said they were caretakers of the cemetery, how they arrived and had the information on Linnie, who lived in another town. We looked at where they had headed and the two had disappeared. Completely disappeared.

Mom found her Higgins family lines all the way back to England because she followed the Spirit and help in many different forms was given all along the way.

We decided to see as much of New England as possible in a quick drive through.

We visited Salem, Massachusetts – i will tell that story another day.

We drove all over Boston and their crazy road system, going round in circles.

We visited Plymouth Rock and ate seafood and of course some of us got ill as we inherited our dad’s allergies to seafood but it all smelled so wonderful and we tried hard to get into the culture. In Plymouth our favorite tour was of a candle factory with wonderful aromas I can smell today when I think about it.

I have never been afraid to just take off when a whim comes to go because of my mothers ability to hear and listen to the wind as she whispers us onward to new adventures.