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THE WRONG KIND OF POWER

On the phone, Davia’s voice was restrained, yet I felt her anxiety. She said she’d been to a firewalking ceremony last week, and now she was hearing things and seeing shadowy figures in the corners of her eye. The experience had opened up something within her, she said, something that quickly became frightening and hard to manage. “Can you take it away from me?” she pleaded. “I don’t want to have this power anymore.”

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SEDONA

The higher I climbed, the more wobbly my legs felt. According to the map, we were near – if not on top of – an energy vortex. I looked up. The summit of the mountain was maybe a few hundred feet away. So close… I wanted bragging rights to say I had reached the top of the red mountain. But with every step, the dizzier I felt… There was a strange yet wonderful energy tingling through my body…

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“FIND MY MEDIUM…”

Two days before he died, Jack told Sandra, “After I go, I’d like you to get in touch with me. But give it some time. Let me get settled on the other side.” Several months later, contact was made – but not in the way Jack might have planned it.

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GHOSTS IN THE GRAVEYARD

I’m hesitant to go into graveyards. Not because I’m fearful of meeting the dead – I encounter helpful spirit people every day in my work. But I’ve found that in places like funeral homes and graveyards, there are restless spirits who don’t want to go into the light. They aren’t evil or malevolent, they just seem confused. And then they that want to attach themselves to me. I used to wonder why this was so, until I recently read something that made me understand why cemeteries can be so active for spirit, and why some intuitive people experience sadness and feelings of being watched.

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MEDITATING WITH THE DALAI LAMA

I’ve got spirit and the Dalai Lama to thank for guiding me back to a more regulated meditation. And, maybe I should also add, a rude driver that cut me off when I was turning onto Finch Avenue. It was just before New Year’s, and I was driver around trying to get all the ingredients I needed for a special New Year’s Eve dinner for my husband and me, when some blankety-blank silver Lexus shot out of one lane and zoomed into the shoebox-sized space between my car and the one before me. I jammed on the brake, grit my teeth, then thought, I’m going to show that (insert your favourite word here) driver! And just before I put my foot to the gas pedal, a voice in my head said three very wise words:

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Carolyn Molnar
Toronto Psychic Medium and Spiritual Teacher

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