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This Chair Has Stories To Tell … #1

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A Nurturing Chair

Filled with compassion, healing energy and Love.

I am an Energy Worker.

Holding a space for people to …

be vulnerable …

be real …

be their calm/holding it together selves …

be their messy-life selves …

be their stressed-out-to-the-max selves …

be their sad and scared selves …

be their angry selves …

be … exactly who they are.

No judgement here.

This chair holds sadness, fear, hopes and dreams.  It is a pathway to self-worth, self-care and self-love.  It opens a door to understanding, forgiveness and healing … and hope.

#1 – A husband has died in the mid-night hours.  His wife called to see if I had anytime later the following morning to see her, after the funeral-home details were dealt with.  Coming in, would fill her up enough to deal with the days ahead.  She came in.  Trying to hold it all together.  Be strong.  Afraid to feel too deeply, or she’d never stop crying, the dam would burst.  She didn’t want people to see her ‘not in control’.

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The dam needed to burst.  It did.  A torrent of emotions poured out of her …

sadness …

anger …

fear …

so darn vulnerable …

heart-break.

After the emotional flow released … she was able to ebb one minute at a time.  Breathing and getting through the days and weeks ahead.

She asked, and gave herself permission to receive  in the following weeks and months …

Healing touch.

Compassion.

Love.

She did not have to walk this walk alone.

This chair, holds each person sacred.  I hold them in Light and Love.

The story continues …

Thank you for joining me on the journey!  Share with others if this resonates with you.

Namaste

Debbie

Details on my Energy Work Here.

 

A Summer of Love & Death – Mom

It was a tough summer for our ‘Fambly’.

It was a summer of Love.

Both my folks were dying …

Let me share about our Mom …

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Mom, Dad & The Big Kids

“Fambly”

We, Fambly = Mom & Dad, 7 Siblings/Spouses/Significant Others/Children & Little Children, filled the consult room, waiting for the oncologist to talk with us and share Mom’s diagnosis.  It was the day after Mother’s Day.  Apprehension, faith and love were holding us together like a superglue.  Mom had lung cancer.  The wonderful oncologist, tenderly held Mom’s hands, looked her directly in the eyes, and said with her permission, Hospice would be contacted that day.  It took our breath away.

Life is real.

In 2 months, she was gone.

Before she left … We sang to her, shared silly stories … maybe a secret or two.  We painted our toenails with her.  She had a dress to show us girls – she hoped wouldn’t be ‘too fancy’ for her funeral!  The rosary was prayed.  We cried.  Lots and LOTS of tears.  A Priest came to visit.  Mom and my little brother, Jake, planned the music for her funeral – so special. (He was amazing singing through. it. all.  Making Mom proud ’till the very end!!).

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In the middle of the night, she left us.  We were with her.  Dad made it very clear he wanted to be with her at her last breath.

Everything became still. 

Silent. 

Peace-filled.

Before we called the funeral home, we made a Fambly Circle. (Every night after supper, Mom would have us go around the table and say something we were thankful for.)  In our circle of love for Mom, we each shared a story, or something we were grateful for, or got in trouble with/lesson learned – ’cause life is real with Mom.  More tears, then laughter!!  After we shared, we started singing some of her favorite songs – someone(s) got out their phones to get all the words right!  We ended with Silent Night … the harmony so precious.

 

It was a silent, holy night …

We love you, Mom!

(She’s still dropping feathers to say ‘Hello’!)

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With Love and a Grateful Heart,

Your Daughter,

Debbie

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Dad’s Story     The Wedding Between 2 Funerals

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“Skippy” … A Soul Connection

 

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I’m sharing stories I’ve personally experienced with connections to Spirit and the affirmations they bring into my life and the lives of clients.  In doing so, I hope you recognize ways God/Spirit is connecting with you.  Little signs of intuition, a premonition, a whisper or a nudge, a sign of synchronicity, a dream … there are many ways we are shown signs that can protect us, reassure us, or bring us peace.

I understand – ‘Oh, that’s just your imagination!’, ‘Don’t go there ….’, ‘Are you kidding me?’!  I’ve thought those things, too.  Over the years, these connections have become a part of my life.  Sometimes, a part of someone else’s life ….

Skippy …

Before a client comes, I settle into quiet meditation/prayer.  It helps me bring into greater awareness of Spirit/God and the client coming in.  One early afternoon, after centering/quiet time with a client, I began my energy session with her on the massage table.  I had barely started, and in my mind’s eye, there was a smallish brown mutt of a dog that was jumping on my leg and then jumping and skipping around the table – one energetic little mutt, for sure.  Sometimes, he jumped high enough to reach the top of the massage table – and did his best to distract me.  I was just beginning to be brave enough to share things I ‘saw’ with clients – but that day, I wasn’t brave enough and didn’t say anything to her about it.  We finished our time together and she left.

A few weeks later, she came in for another session.  Guess what?  The little brown mutt of a dog was back.  I knew from the last time, this little guy was going to be persistent.  It was obvious, he wanted to be seen AND acknowledged.  I took a breath, and told my client I had something to share with her and she could take it or leave it – no worries there!  Then I told her about this little brown mutt of a dog, skipping around the table like crazy.  She burst into tears.  She shared her story – a bit of it summed up here – When she was a little girl growing up, she had a little brown mutt.  They loved each other to pieces.  That dog went with her, everywhere.  He listened to her stories, he knew her friends and family, he knew her secrets, he knew her best of anyone.  He was her faithful companion, indeed.  And …

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… His name was Skippy.

I laughed out loud!  Skippy – of course!!

She was so happy to know he was there with her.  For the rest of the session, Skippy sat calmly on the floor.  No more jumping and skipping around.  There was just a wonderful sense of contentment and quiet joy – for both of them.

Skippy never made his presence known to me after that.  And, it’s ok.  It was the first time an animal had ‘come through’ for me.  I’m so grateful, I threw fear out the window. It was important I shared seeing Skippy with my client.

It was a gift for all 3 of us.

Skippy was a Soul Connection for her.  Yes, he is her dog.  And, it’s ok …

Spirit/God doesn’t limit love and connections with only people!

As I’ve shared in the past, stories connect us, and help us realize how amazing life is on so many levels.  You may get nudges, or hear the whispers of Spirit/God, you may not.  I don’t know when/if I will get insight, or a word, or image on any given day, week, month. It’s ok.  We’re all here, sharing the journey … quirky and amazing as it is!

Blessings and Love,

Namaste

Debbie

www.debendres.com

Chattering Voices … Soul Connections

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Me at 5 years old.

I was 5, when I experienced a time of ‘Chattering Voices’.  I thought everyone could hear these ‘Chattering Voices’, and they just ignored them … so I tried to do the same.  They talked so fast and their sounds weren’t like our words.  Sometimes it was like a bunch of humming in different tones and pitches.  The ‘Chattering Voices’ were jumbled up and it seemed like so many voices wanted to talk to me at the same time.  I couldn’t see them, but I could feel the presence of them.  They didn’t chatter all the time, nor did they deter me from play or chores. I wasn’t awakened at night, although sometimes it was hard to fall asleep, if it was a night they decided to chatter!  I never knew what triggered them to chatter, and I was never fearful or irritated by them … they just were around.

One day, I remember playing with my dolls on the kitchen floor, while Mom was ironing.  It was a Monday or a Thursday, ’cause those were wash and iron days.  The ‘Chattering Voices’ had gotten louder and more intense, and I seriously couldn’t make out a word.  I looked up at Mom and asked her, “Do you know what they are saying?  I can’t understand them!”  She looked at me surprised and asked what I was talking about.  “The voices … can’t you hear them?”  I was taken off-guard … she couldn’t hear them??  She was taken aback, too, I think.  Very, VERY firmly and LOUD, she told me there were NO VOICES, it was all in my head and to tell them to go away FOREVER.  She was pretty upset.

THAT scared me!  It was around the time I was beginning to go to catechism, and the devil and hell and fear had definitely entered my world.  Never did I have the sense the ‘Chattering Voices’ were a bad thing, or scary.  Besides, I had my Guardian Angels and they protected me from any bad stuff.

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Non-the-less …

The ‘Chattering Voices’ were gone.

Looking back …

I think they could have been/were Souls who have crossed over and wanted to connect.  They were just too eager in getting through to me and I couldn’t decipher all those voices coming through at one time … and I was only 5 years old, for goodness sake!!  Yes, children are more open than grown-ups to sense energies and I realized …

It was a ‘heads-up’.

Now they do.

Sometimes.

And one at a time!

No more ‘Chattering Voices’.  I still don’t know what triggers a Spirit/Soul/Angel to come in. That’s ok.  When they do … Sometimes, it’s a word.  A letter.  Sometimes, an image.  Sometimes a sound.  A feather.  A dime or quarter.  A song.  A pet.  A name.  Sometimes through another person.  Sometimes in meditation, sometimes in a session with a client, sometimes in the shower.  Random at best.

Let me share a story …

I was working with a client, beginning the session with quiet time, centering prayer and healing energy (the best way to start!).  After a few minutes, I saw with my mind’s eye,  the letter ‘M’, in a beautiful cursive font.  The feeling I had, was deep love, so I mentioned this beautiful ‘M’, to my client.  Her eyes teared up and she said it was her mother-in-law who had passed.  They had a very close relationship.  ‘M’ was known for her flowing penmanship!  I then saw ‘M’ looking out a kitchen window to the backyard, where a swing set was and kids were playing.  My client smiled – yes – ‘M’ would often watch the kids play out her kitchen window and yes – there was a swing set, too!  It was a special affirmation of love for my client to know, her mother-in-law was still close by … and keeping an eye on grandchildren!  It was a lovely Soul Connection.

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‘Chattering Voices’ became Soul Connections for me. I can only speak for myself and my experiences.  One suggestion … If your child is seeing invisible people, or having conversations in an empty room, or ask if you hear voices … engage in conversation with them.  Ask them to describe what or who they see. What do they hear?  How do they feel?  Interest and trying to understand, lessens fear.  And they may share something amazing. It’s real for them.  If they are shut down, they may think they’ve done something wrong, or become fearful.  Wrap them in love.

Do you have Soul Connections, too?  I think many of us do …

Wishing You Blessings and Love,

Namaste

Debbie

www.debendres.com