I’ve got it.  I figured out the new name for 2020.  Yes, there are all those memes, “2020 is like crossing the street, looking both ways and being hit by a plane” etc.

But after reading an article in the Los Angeles times about wedding plans changing and seeing Larry the Cat on Twitter go through adjustments…I’ve nailed it.   Ladies and gentlemen, 2020 is the year of “Change of Plans”.  Take, for instance, Covid-19.  In January we were planning on business as usual. By March we planned to stay home and not touch surfaces.  Just a few months later the experts said, “Touch all the surfaces you want, just stay home and don’t breathe on each other.”  Another month later, change of plans… “Go out and social distance and wear a mask.”  Then soon after, “Go back home!”   Change of Plans! Which is what makes this video by comedian Adley so damn funny.

But let me back up to the previous year, which I’ve also taken the liberty of naming, but we’ll get to that.  Close to home in 2019, fires raged around our city.  Then there was a fatal shooting at a local high school.   My son didn’t attend that high school, but he did attend high school in the same district.  

I watched in the newsroom as aeriel shots from a helicopter captured a firefighter trying unsuccessfully to resuscitate one of the students.  I wept.  At first, we thought the shooter was on the run.   

My boss at the time asked me if I would come onto the news set to talk about my perspective as a parent in the community.  I still hadn’t heard from our son.   For better or worse, I did go on set.   I didn’t really talk, I mostly cried as I know other local  parents were doing.  And because the segment aired online around the country, I received very sweet messages from near and far.

At first, we thought the shooter was on the run.  Was he headed to another school?  Later, it was determined the shooter was a fellow student who turned the gun on himself, after killing two other students.   Yes, it turned out my son was safe.  But the event rippled through the heart and soul of our community.   In the months following, the school district offered counseling and comfort.  The district went on to receive a national award for their response with counselors and comfort canines.  But the kids who lived through the shooting, whether first hand or near-by,  were scared and scarred. 

Around that time our son was working on a video project for his high school film class.  He had co-opted names of characters from a western my dad wrote many years ago.  Earlier in the year our son had named his project “The Best We Could”.  Well, how prescient is that?  Hence my name for 2020, the best we could.  

“The Best We Could” is a student- made mini film about a young bounty hunter couple in the old west.  They have some relationship problems, the main one being that the woman is a serial killer.  So you can imagine that things go downhill pretty quickly.  

But let me tell you, much effort went into the casting, set design, and filming.  And I can tell you that as a crew member, we all did the best we could making “The Best We Could”.  We went up a muddy mountain to a remote location to get the best ever final sunset shot.

And right around that time I took my older son to the ghost town of Bodie.  It’s an incredible place, with items left in schoolhouses and churches just as they were when the townspeople left.  Only, it was winter, and there was a snowstorm, so we had to four-wheel -drive some wild roads and walk the rest of the way uphill both ways in the snow as they say.  Then we hiked into the park, looked at ghostly  buildings and hiked out quickly, just in time to beat another oncoming snow storm. Again, we did the best we could.

But moving back to  2020… and the theme of a change of plans.  You learn a lot about having a willingness to change plans on the continent of Africa. I went to Tanzania in January of 2020.   It was complicated.  It was majestic.  It wasn’t at my preferred pace.

It lives up to its reputation as the cradle of humanity.  Think “Lion King” meets real life.  The Ngorongoro Conservation Area is inside a massive former volcano.  Outside the basin it was a mix of bright colors, smiles, and also immense poverty.   One thing I observed in the locals I met, was what an incredible amount of resiliency and courage and flexibility so many have.  I was visiting a rural hospital, and the degree of innovation and compassion coming from the medical staff was jaw-dropping. Frequently the staff there experiences some form of change-of-plans.   However, everyone seemed to laugh easily despite long workdays, heavy patient loads,  and constant resource challenges.  I produced a feature news story about the daily courage and compassion at the FAME Medical Facility.

 My full-time news job is gone. And that has been the case for many of my favorite co-workers.  That is the situation for many Americans.  Our son finished his sophomore year of high school doing online classes at home, not seeing friends, classmates, or teachers in person. And it was the same for students everywhere.  This summer an acquaintance of our son’s committed suicide.  I do not know what prompted it, but I’m certain Covid-19 isolation didn’t help.  In my lifetime, I cannot remember any cumulation of events with such far reaching tenticles.

 I know, change is always constant.  And I guess being willing to stand tall in the face of it is definitely a skill set.  One thing that has saved my soul is creativity.  And it seems to be a running theme for my family members.  All I can say is that even here writing this, nothing is turning out exactly as planned or expected.   I can however, see the divine in some of it.  For me, the shift to being home with family and our pets has been a game-changer.  It’s good to get to know your family again.  Even if some of them had to visit early on, wearing masks (like our oldest son and girlfriend who had jobs working with the public).  

I’ve loved diving back into my creative work!  I’m wrapping up a story about a secret agent fairy and a t.v. pilot about psychic housewives.  I’ve even taken to writing some of it on my new- old typewriter! This is truly a gift of isolation and inspiration.  The clickety clack soothes me.

Throughout history, many generations have had the world changed forever by war, disease, financial collapse,  and government intrusion or neglect.  I remeber my grandparents telling the stories of The Great Depression.  The experience changed forever their sense of security.  Some of those changes happened overnight.

Maybe this kind of rapid-fire change gives us pause, teaches us about faith.  Maybe it’s driving some of us back to our creative roots.  Maybe it’s a hard turn toward what really matters.  I can’t say for sure.  As a mentor of mine says, awareness is the beginning of change.  I learned a long time ago, at least intellectually, that acceptance is an important step.  It’s living in the pause.  It’s getting into reality.  I was taught to meditate and pray years ago as an essential discipline.  It’s saved my ass this year, I’ll tell you that.  

I do believe God’s handiwork is in here somewhere.  It reminds me of that old joke, how do you make God laugh?  Tell him your plans.

I’ve also watched in wonder as humans rise to the occasion, helping others, turning on a dime, and taking courage to all-time new levels.  I have to believe these self-titled years might apply elsewhere to others.  Hopefully, we are honing our ninja life skills for the next stages of being human… as we learn to change plans, knowing we did the best we could.

It was also a big week energetically. All the astrology reports warned that the stars were aligning for a big power up, an upgrade, if you will. I’m in a group for intuitive women and many were talking about being down for the count. Instances of insomnia, emotional outbursts, and run-in’s with strangers, friends, and even family members.

Sometimes you know the “reasons” for upset and sometimes you don’t.
I myself was on shaky ground. I’d had a few emotional upheavals and being intuitive, sometimes my body knows stuff before my mind. One thing I did was to make outreach calls to friends and tell family members I felt like I was sinking.
29 years ago I reached out to a roommate because I couldn’t do it the way I was doing it. The way involved a lot of whiskey. She took me to a group that helped me. And that group would teach me the one essential life skill that kept me alive and in recovery, asking for and accepting help.
Last week I called several friends, also spoke to close family members, and contacted a relative who’s also a close friend and basically lost it. I cried, I got angry, I told them some wild thoughts I’d had. Sometimes I feel awful because something painful is going on and I do not want to feel.  Sometimes I get whacky because something good is coming.
That night I went to an awards show and won an Emmy….yep, a Los Angeles News Emmy, all shiny and pretty.  Our investigative team won and our TV station news crew won Emmy's as well.  And boy was that exciting and fun.

The next day the phone rings and one relative is shouting joyfully about the exciting win! Then in a moment of pure sweetness my cousin says, by the way, “I love it that you’re ok with not being OK.”
Well, that sent me reeling. It was the wildest, most heart felt unexpected compliment! It was more shiny than the Emmy!  One thing that I've truly come to appreciate is that my family, especially my husband and kids, can gently hold a space for my tears.  And there were a few of them that week.

Last week I witnessed a high school friend relay her anguish on a social media post recounting the one year anniversary of her husband’s death. Her husband used to jokingly call Facebook “Fake Book”. But her emotional posts were anything but. She asked for online and in person support to get through the date. And she got it!!!
It’s so easy to post social media posts about the good stuff. And I grant you, people out there can over do posting about being needy. Personally I think the best outreach is in-person. It’s intimate and authentic.  But I also think there's absolutely a time and place to go public when you need support.
I’m not sure as a society, we’re talking out loud enough,  about asking for help.  Are we?
We’ve had a rash of celebrity suicides and some big names overdosing. Granted sometimes celebrities get isolated. But what if they are just playing out a universal truth under the big lights? Maybe they’ve isolated themselves without authentic companionship and genuine life lines?  A mentor says to me, "Awareness is the beginning of change."  If we won't allow ourselves to be honest and aware of our truth, how can we find a way through our feelings or circumstances?  If you are struggling, having feelings that feel overwhelming, depressed, are sad, or mad, I hope you can reach out for help.

There are so many forms of help… friendship, prayer, pets, connection.  If it's online, it's online.  But don't miss the chance to be a friend in need, because those friends are friends indeed.   The whole model of recovery is built on the notion that when we get honest about our situation, ask for help we connect and heal.   Later we pay it forward with service.

The Emmy award statue depicts a winged muse holding an atom.  It's supposed to be an image of creativity meeting up with science to produce good TV.  It was originally named after a TV engineer.  After all that's happened the past two weeks, I'm thinking it might just be an angel catching our upset.

This may  be just the right time to be ok with not being ok.

Blessings, Lorraine

How much squirrel magic do you have in you?  Busy-bodies indeed, the squirrel prototype is on the move. When was the last time you saw one resting?  Flat out belly flopping?  Check out the resters pictured above.

You know how some talented animal whisperers give horse readings.  I had a few that blew my mind. They cut threw the intellect and see the truth of a situation. I know someone who had a horse literally go to letters on a barn wall and spell out a word!  By nudging each letter with its nose. Get out!

This month I was visiting my parents’ home which is a lot like visiting a nature retreat. They have woods behind them complete with deer, wild turkeys, hawks, and squirrels.  But it was the squirrels who made a show during a psychic reading I was giving.  I was out back and the squirrels seem to come out of no where, making quite a lot of noise scampering around the ground and up and down trees.  I told the client and she said, “Oh yes, squirrel is my totem.”

Squirrel signifies quickness, planning, playfulness, and trust.  Here’s one shamanic explanation.  In a fabulous act of selfless assistance, one of the squirrels in that exact moment sprawled out on the ground.  I snapped a picture.  I told my client, who in turn said, “That’s exactly what’s going on for me right now.  I’m flat out exhausted.”  The same squirrel got up, ran and then came back and sprawled out again, in a different direction, making sure that we got the message.

Being a busy-body makes up a large part of the the personality for squirrel people.  But there’s also an aspect of the totem that says slowing down is part of leveling up to a new vibration.  At times it feels like hurry up! Then conversely it’s time to belly flop.

If you believe in squirrel magic and that it’s part of your personality, then remember, it’s important to be willing to turn on a dime.  That looks like stopping to play, rest, and then perhaps run around like a maniac!  But, squirrel lives by the seasons and lives in the moment.

A few years back we found an abandoned baby squirrel who we took home and my daughter raised for awhile.  That’s when I did a YouTube video about squirrel energy.   If you go to 2:20 you wills see the squirrel appear on my back, helping me with the video.  Squirrel is about ALLOWING SPIRIT’S TIMING AND DIRECTION!  And yes, that does include rest.

My parents have half a dozen bird feeders, with squirrel blockers at the bottom. But the birds scatter seeds on the ground and the squirrels move in for the easy get… free seeds instead of gathering acorns themselves.  And that’s true of spirit.  There are easy gets!  Sometimes, it is not about gathering through effort!  It’s more about collecting through spirit!  So if squirrel is part of your psyche so is squirrel magic. Let the goods come to you.  Wait it out flat on your belly if needed!

Where are you?  Resting?  Nesting?  Is your need for control causing you to run unchecked?  It might be time to trust timing.  Invite squirrel magic to guide you, your schedule and energy output.  If a squirrel happens on your path, take a look.  Become a squirrel whisperer.  I’m sure they’ll happily reflect back to you if it’s time for a belly flop, play, or scampering.

Blessings, Lorraine

***I found that amazing magical squirrel illustration by Brian Luk on the web here.

Ghosts in America? Amateurs. Ghost in Great Britain? True professionals.

Such is the case at Warwick Castle. It’s home to a cheery parade of events such as incarcerations, untimely deaths, and channeling by Occultist Aleister Crowley.

Here is a blurb from The Guardian.

“As well as four periods as a crown property under seven monarchs, there have been 30-plus owners of the castle: at least three died in battle, two were executed and one murdered.”

Source: http://gu.com/p/4hpxf?CMP=Share_iOSApp_Other

What they don’t mention was that the owner was mortally wounded by a servant, in the castle, who then killed himself. And that left the owner to slowly die by himself in a tower. Yep, that owner’s still there. And boy, is he pissed.

And don’t even get me started about the dungeon or the ghost dog. It’s a fascinating place alright. My son liked it, but my husband and I seemed to absorb a lot of the negativity after our visit.  I felt angry.  I felt claustrophobic.  I felt THEM!  I finally had the bright idea to clear all of us with sage spray. My bad, you see I was attempting a be a regular tourist, when in fact I am a psychic one.

But Lorraine, you say, don’t you pray and meditate and work with your angels?  Why yes,  but I also get my own brand of tunnel vision.  I wanted to play tourist the old fashion way, as a muggle.  But these ghosties weren’t having it. You see, while one sometimes wants to be in denial about one’s psychic nature, the other side knows the truth.  Oh, that’s right, I even wrote a book about it-  Dead people see me!

Another point  of interest and irritation was that The Earl of Warwick oversaw the speedy trial and execution of Joan of Arc. You know, the woman who dressed like a man and listened to the voice of God, two great crimes.  There’s a room in a tower of the castle which has a replica of her confession platform. She confessed and later recanted, but too late. Her ashes were thrown into a river while the Earl lies entombed in a nearby church. My feeling there was one of a deep sadness and resentment that a woman having visions was put to death.  No wonder I like to forget I’m psychic!

In terms of haunting, some of the century -old hotels have American motels beat by a mile. We stayed in one very old hotel that offered new antique -looking bears for sale. They were in every room. My husband immediately took the bear off the bed and threw it on the floor. My 12 year old tried to cuddle with it- then also tossed it, saying, “I bet it’s haunted.”

And yes at this point I was starting to get with the psychic program. I saged, took a sea salt bath and cleared my family. But, these are old energies that have a lot of history behind them. They linger.

In other “I forgot I’m psychic” news, I also could have cared less about visiting Stonehenge.  That’s suspicious, because what intuitive person wouldn’t want to go?  At least for a little peaksie?  It was my husband who basically dragged us there. Ha!  Perhaps I was a bit afraid of a possible power up?  Hmmmm.

When we finally did get there, I determined in the car that I would stay awake for my psychic self.  I arrived ready to receive images and energy from the stone temple.

Here’s the official description of Stonehenge:

“Stonehenge is perhaps the world’s most famous prehistoric monument. It was built in several stages: the first monument was an early henge monument, built about 5,000 years ago, and the unique stone circle was erected in the late Neolithic period about 2500 BC. In the early Bronze Age many burial mounds were built nearby. Today, along with Avebury, it forms the heart of a World Heritage Site, with a unique concentration of prehistoric monuments.”

Source: http://www.english-heritage.org.uk/visit/places/stonehenge/history/

People asked me my impressions as an intuitive. First, it’s a controlled tourist attraction now, which honestly doesn’t warm one’s heart. Visitors are only allowed inside the stone circle by special request. But it still has massive energetic ripples. I felt a pulsing energy coming out from the stone henge (circle). I believe the energetic properties of a location can also be absorbed by eating food and drink at the location.  Best cup of coffee I’ve had in a long time, Stonehenge coffee.  My family was very upbeat after the visit.

It was seven days into the trip that I actually seemed to come out of my muggle coma and go full wizard.  That’s when my body’s intuition insisted we go to Avebury Henge.

This was a true gem. It’s even older than Stonehenge and much more accessible.

Here’s the description:

Avebury henge and stone circles are one of the greatest marvels of prehistoric Britain. Built and much altered during the Neolithic period, roughly between 2850 BC and 2200 BC, the henge survives as a huge circular bank and ditch, encircling an area that includes part of Avebury village. Within the henge is the largest stone circle in Britain – originally of about 100 stones – which in turn encloses two smaller stone circles.

Source: http://www.english-heritage.org.uk/visit/places/avebury/

http://www.ancient-wisdom.com/leylines.htm

Avebury Henge is a homey Henge that gently empowers one with a combination of earth and celestial energies. I gave the energies my permission to approach. While standing near the stones and closing my eyes I felt the energies roll to my feet and come through my body and out the top on my crown chakra.  It was gentle, powerful, and very loving.

Avebury Henge is on the St. Michael ley line. It’s said to be a very strong energetic line that crosses England. A local author there believes that there is a new ley line emerging in the area with even more of a jolt! One that carries feminine energy.

Source: http://www.theaveburyexperience.co.uk/

As we know, when you go to power places you power up. Side effects include feeling energized, exhausted, more sensitive, and spaced out…check, check, check and check.

On a final energetic upbeat note we ended our trip by seeing a psychic friend of mine. She’s part of our online group Psychic Housewives. We all went to Les Miserables in London. It was a fantastic production, a lovely evening and a huge blast of positivity. The London production is the longest running version of Les Mis and this is where history lends itself to art. It was fantastic.

Thirty years ago I traveled here to England and it was basically a pub crawl. Whole swaths of the trip are gone to me, lost in a memory hole.  Looking back I was probably a sensitive person looking to shield myself from strong forces. Three plus decades later I returned clean, sober, and psychic.  But it took me almost a week to remember I was indeed psychic. Thanks dead guy in the castle dungeon.
I spent part of the trip trying to be a “normal” tourist.  Then I remembered, I’m highly sensitive and psychic and grateful. Not to sound trite, but knowing I’m feeling other’s feelings and sensing unseen energies keeps me centered. I’m a relatively new psychic. Meaning the abilities came to me later in life or at the very least,  I acknowledged them later in life.  But I should know enough now to remember that people (living and dead) and locations carry a vibration and that it’s important to plan and prepare when playing tourist in ancient places.  Lesson learned. Thanks haunted bear in the hotel.

I’ve spent thirteen years reconciling being psychic and human. I’m so new at it that I actually went to Europe without considering the energetic consequences both good and bad. But the beautiful part is that I know for a fact that the unseen is real. And that when I stay awake for it, I’m better prepared to deal with the reality of it. Plus, when you are a psychic tourist, there’s a lot more to see!

Now that I’m back, I’m going to visit a historical building in Los Angeles which is almost fifty years old!  Here the ghosts are young, gregarious, and frankly somewhat immature. Whew, it’s good to be home.

Blessings, Lorraine

He’s been arrested.

http://abc11.com/1520780/http%3A%2F%2Fabc11.com%2F1520780%2F

Is this how you 

remember me?

 A sale on a car?

 Or cheaper pants? 

Just marked down 

For a fallen star?

I went to war not knowing

Exactly why we fought 

I believed in God and Country though and question I did not

I fought so hard I lost a limb

And also lost my wife

My children wondered why I wasn’t home for leave

I prayed that they would grow up to believe 

That life has bigger purpose 

And this wasn’t done in vain

But oh dear Lord it’s been an awful strain.

That afternoon I won’t forget 

Held premonition of a threat

Foreign ground beneath my feet

And blown out walls around

I didn’t see it coming or hear it as I passed.

The only thing I remember now 

Is I heard an awful blast

My wife did not leave me, you see

I left her on the earth 

Because during that patrol,

It was I who lifted off.

I watch it all from heaven now hoping you remember more

the sacrifice than the latest add at 30% off.

From the vaults of projects past I’ve unearthed a vivacious video.

It started like this.

Voice in my head: “Call psychic Echo Bodine.  Tell her you want to produce a video for her.”

Response in my mind: “I don’t know Echo Bodine.  I live five states away from her.  I don’t how I feel about psychics.   And who the hell is this talking to me?”

Voice persists. I call Echo Bodine.  She says yes.  We produce a  funny psychic video. In  Psychics in the Kitchen, we took the approach that this psychic stuff might be kinda sorta normal. Michael does some pretty funny bits just doing man- on -the- street interviews as a cigar-smoking psychic.  Echo does great work telling a ghost rider that there are Harleys in Heaven and that he definitely should go to the light.

One month after we wrap production,  I find a deceased person hovering above my desk.  I become suddenly psychic.  Oh, boy, I just laughed and laughed.  Not really, not right then, but later I got the humor of it.  Former reporter meets the dead, live and  in person.  Now reporting from the other side, Lorraine Roe.  We go live to Lorraine Roe who is with the dead.

See, in the media they make everything so scary about being psychic that  lots

of people become afraid to even let it happen.  But Echo and Michael still find humor in the psychic
world, and that helps make other people comfortable following their intuition.

If you are having psychic experiences and find it scary, don’t forget to ask your angels for help.  This empathic and clairvoyant stuff is supposed to be nurturing  and not negative!  Six tips to expand your psychic abilities.

1. Meditate regularly.
2. Ask angels (of highest consciousness) to guide and protect you on your psychic journey.

3. Ask spirit to make you laugh.

4. Find a like-minded mentor and a few good books on the topic.

5.Join a psychic development group or class so you don’t go it alone.

6.Watch Psychics in the Kitchen to see how funny psychic can be.

For more resources go here:

www.echobodine.com

www.michaelbodine.com

www.psychichousewives.com

Psychic is actually pretty normal.  That’s the point.  And since we’re often so resistant to becoming psychic, it’s alway a good thing if the person telling you that you’re psychic is funny.  That way you won’t kill them.

Why did you cross the road? To get to the other side?  That’s my guess.

Blessings, Lorraine

During the past few months I’ve witnessed the recovery of many women who went under the spell of new age gurus, who happened to be men. Now, lest you think I’m on a male witch hunt, I assure you I’m not. I have been very happily counseled and mentored by a few male gurus who had psychic abilities. 

That being said, what are a few warning signs that you’re about to go into an inappropriate relationship with a man who knows about healing, psychic abilities, Shamanism, ancient aliens, or law of attraction. 

Sign #1 He tells you he’s been chosen by the universe to be your master teacher.

He uses  his abilities as a weapon. He lures you in with charm and advanced wisdom then begins to observe and “get things” about you.  For example, you have certain personality defects he can help you to heal. Or he is YOUR teacher, the universe has ordained it so. 

Sign #2 You have a true blue soul mate connection. 

You both look into eachother’s eyes and shudder. He tells you you’re the only one- the soul mate. He’s had previous girlfriends, but they couldn’t be trusted so he had to dump them. In fact, he’s still healing from being dealt such rotten luck.

Sign #3 He spies on you psychically. 

After you’ve been out with friends he texts you saying he could “feel” you were out with men. He didn’t like it. He scans you a lot and then tells you what he’s getting about your feelings and environment.

Sign #4 He’s a new age expert, just ask him.

This man is a show off. He has thousands of YouTube subscriptions and followers online and at seminars. However, he hasn’t been traditionally published and no one who’s a big name in the psychic /new thought community has endorsed him. He also may be relatively new to the scene. 

#5 His own spiritual guidance sounds a lot more like ego (edging God out) than divine guidance.

This man gives lip service to following spirit. Yet, you can’t help but notice, he likes to be in control, not only of his career, but you.

#6 His behavior often doesn’t match his words.

He talks a great game. He’s in an ailing relationship and soon to leave it. He wants you to be happy and make your own best decisions, but he knows the best way for you to do that. 

Sign #6 You feel drained when you are with him. 

You have spent solid time and effort getting to know spirit.  You have your feelings and you have faith. You recognize how powerful the feminine/ Goddess energy really is. He seems to enjoy that about you. It almost feels like he’s tapped into you as you tap into source. 

What’s the payoff?

So, typically we don’t do these things unless there’s a payoff. Are you looking for a short cut?  Such as- I’ll follow you, have great sex along the way and absorb your wisdom without all the work.  Sure, I’m kind of selling my soul, but that’s ok.  I’m bored and insecure, this makes me feel validated right now. I come from a very dysfunctional background and this guy matches that vibration, I feel comfortable.  I don’t raise these topics to shame anyone, but we have to look at our part in it to move forward. Believe me, I know a lot about taking shortcuts.

What’s the Rx?

So, what’s the cure? You unwittingly find yourself in the middle of a relationship with Mr. Guru.  First of all, check to see what your body says. Does your stomach hurt? Does your brain ache from over thinking?

Next, check it out with friends, spiritual counselors, your own intutition, your angels, your psychic, your therapist.  It may take the jaws of life to get you out! But heaven has resources! The point is, we can be tempted to give our power and self- authority over to another. Especially when that other has bright, shiny credentials, is attractive, seems spiritually hooked up, and speaks with authority.

A married mentor told me her ideal is when a couple stands side by side and looks out together. With a questionable new age guru, the woman is placed in a lesser, side-kick position. He looks out and she’s asked to look at him in all his wisdom.

If you have found out you love the message but not the messenger take action now. You’ve got this. Spirit has many teachers both physical and invisible. But the good ones don’t want to control you, they want to empower you. 

I started this talking about snakes. In the old west they had snake oil salesmen, bad guys offering help under false pretenses. Don’t buy what they’re selling.

Blessings, Lorraine