Start each new year with a Gratitude Jar. Write down on a piece of paper something that made you laugh or happy. Sit down and read through them on December 31st that year. You will be surprised at how many wonderful things you experienced but forgot. #maidenhead #lovewhatido #lifelessons #loveyourself #healing #intuition #gratitude #positivity
Intentions are achievable because it is a commitment between yourself and your soul to feel or be in particular way. Your intention could be “to be happy”, “be successful”, “be a mother” “be in a relationship” and so on. Put down what you want to feel or be at the end of 2017.
If you “Intend” to be happy then your soul and the universe will guide you to make the right decisions to achieve this feeling by the end of the year. It could mean choosing the right career path, taking a leap of fate and go travelling or even saying yes to a blind date.
A resolution on the other hand is where most of us set ourselves up for failure. We put so much pressure on ourselves to lose weight, to be something, someone or to take action. When nothing happens within a few weeks or months, disappointment sets in.
Resolutions are knee jerk reactions to the over indulgence during the festive season, and clever marketing by some companies, telling us sometimes that we need to change everything to be something.
What is your intention?
Mine is always to be “happy”
Halloween – a time to remember our loved ones, be a little silly and celebrate our two worlds
Believed to have originated from the festival of Samhain, which was to celebrate the end of harvest and the beginning of winter, Halloween is so much more about pumpkins, gore and trick or treating.Based on a Pagan belief, that the doors to the “other realm ” opened therefore allowing for a closer relationship between the the spiritual and physical world. It was believed spirits were able to “visit” between the 31st and Nov 1st. Friends and family would offer a feast where they would invite their “spirit” loved ones to sit on places set for them at the table.
This is not uncommon in Asian culture, where people offer up food and drinks that were favoured by their dead relatives. Instead of a place at the table, Indians in particular would mark each anniversary of their passing by setting a small area or table crammed with flowers, incense, food, sweets, drinks, fruits and lots of candles or divas near their photo. Prayers would follow and they would ask them to enjoy the offerings. After a suitable time, the food and edible items from the offering table would be distributed to everyone present. I do this for my father on his birthday and every anniversary of his death.
If you think about it, our ancestors had very little science or outside information at this stage so they were led by all the things we take for granted now – the Sun, Moon, weather patterns. The most intriguing yet scary aspect of life was – death. The unknown triggered a range of rituals, spells, myths and superstition some of which still remains with us.
Samhain was in some ways, “letting go” of the old and being open to change. As autumn moves into winter, they would have had to start the process of preparing for the cold and dark. It is a little about ourselves as sometimes what gave us comfort, needs to be released as we move into a new form of existence.
It was said that people would go around in homemade costumes to pretend to be the “spirits” hoping to get some food. Part of this would have been for fun and part, desperation as times were hard. Rituals, games, fires were lit and people were brought together to create noise and possibly dance. It would have brightened up the dark and cold night for sure!
This was over taken somewhat by the Christians and “All Souls’ Day was celebrated and of course in modern times, the commercial and expensive Halloween took over in popularity. Both Samhain and All Souls’ Day is celebrated in a small scale by those who are either interested in Pagan/Gaelic festivals and by Christians who take the opportunity to visit graves of their loved ones.
We must keep in mind the true significance of this evening – the rainbow bridge between the two worlds is being built for our mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, children, grandparents, uncles, aunts and even Spirit guides, to reach our world. What wisdom or message will they have for us? Will they want to join you for dinner tonight? Show themselves to us? Come and look at the newborn grandchild in the crib to whisper word of love? Or will they appear in your dream tonight to encourage you to take the first step to change your ways? Be open to possibilities?
Celebrate the commercial side of this day (I did over the weekend. I love dressing up!) but remember to take a moment between tonight and tomorrow to welcome you ancestors to your home, ask them to bless you with their wisdom and open your heart to their love.
It is not all about candy, costumes, fake blood and pumpkins. There is so much more to it. This is a festival of LOVE. Bringing our two worlds together and feeling close to those who exist in a different world.
So what you can do to connect with them? Find a comfortable space in your home tonight, light a candle, incense and have a glass of water next to you. Leave a note pad and pen by your side, close your eyes and listen to my special guided meditation to help you connect with your loved ones :
.You will only need about 15mins to do this so give yourself this moment to enjoy the rainbow bridge to connect with your loved one.
Remember you are Spirit, you are LOVE, open your heart and your mind to shine out bright. Please do leave me a comment here or on my Facebook page. Share with friends and family if you feel they need a reminder.
I was chatting with a friend the other lady about religious/cultural rituals for the dead and spirits. She was under the impression that the Hindu rituals were to release the soul to the next life or place so they wouldn’t haunt or come back to our physical world. This was a very interesting topic for me as I have said before, my mom came from a very strict Hindu background while my dad was a Roman Catholic. We are closet Hindus though was my paternal grandmother and that side of the family did not like us “mixing religions”. I know my dad resonated more with Hinduism and the rituals probably because he spent a lot of time studying and travelling in India. He was also very spiritual and a great follower of yoga, meditation and self awareness. He had in his lifetime met some of the most important yogis and spiritual gurus and learned almost every meditation or yoga technique. This is before it all became trendy and hip. It was the time when yoga, meditation and spirituality was a holistic approach to life . Despite the peer pressure to not practice Hinduism, my mother always managed to sneak in a temple trip, a ritual here and a prayer there.
As a result I was lucky enough to witness and take part lots of rituals, from new born baby ceremonies to sending off the dead and even coming of age rituals. Some of which I understand and accept but I still never understood why I had to down glasses of raw eggs with castor oil for a month when I first got my period. It was sheer torture and I still gag when I see raw eggs. Ewwww! Apparently the old wives tale was that the mixture helps to aid childbirth. Protein from the eggs for nutritional reasons, to give you strength and the castor oil supposedly helps baby’s journey into the world smoother. I could be wrong but how is force feeding a 14 year old help labour years later? Jury is out on this one for me. But you see there is such so many different rituals, ceremonies, myths and old wive tales to navigate through and this is not just for Indians or Hindus, its in almost every culture, religion or country around the world.
The rituals for the dead in Hinduism is to be a great send off. It is such a beautiful and sacred time for the living to bond with the dead. I always found cremation as the most sensible and quietly satisfying way for the dead to leave us. I remember my dad feeling extremely guilty about not visiting his dad and years later, his mom’s grave. There was pressure to ensure the graves were maintained and squabbles within the family about who should take responsibility. It almost felt that “grandma or grandpa was there – just under neath the moss covered head stone. There was so much emphasis on the grave that we forget they are with us all the time and everywhere. In fact they are least likely to hover around their grave when they no longer have the connection to their physical form.
My father had a Christian funeral leading up to the crematorium. I still choke up when I hear Amazing Grace. Brings me back to the church where I sat like I had a huge stone in my stomach. The Hindu ceremony was a serene, peaceful and spiritual affair. We drove a long way on a narrow road to a different town with my dad’s ashes. I was a little apprehensive about having his ashes so close but remember, I was still resisting my spirituality in those days. We had a car load of flowers, incense, fruits and a long list of things the priest had asked us to bring including his payment. We arrived at a very humble shrine set precariously on the edge of a very fast moving river. My brother, as the son was asked to put on a “vaisti” and take his shirt off. The priest put on a thick thread around him and did some special prayers to “protect” him. Obviously now I do question why he needed protection as my dad was unlikely to want to hurt his beloved son and spirits vibrate on love not hate.
We watched as they both waded into the middle of the river which was tricky as the stones underneath were slippery and the undercurrents strong. They poured his ashes into a brass container and the priest chanted mantras as my dad was released to the river. As my brother poured him little by little into the water, the light grey cloud blended into the water, turning dark and then disappear as quickly as they appeared.
And suddenly dawn broke and a ray of light hit my brother and the brass container he was holding so we were all dazzled with golden light for a minute. And then a flock of birds appeared out of no where and flew up in the sky and away. It was the most beautiful moment of my life and I cried but it was from happiness. I knew right then and there that my dad was free and in peace. I saw it as a send off, the best way to let him go on to whatever came next.
The conversation I had with this lady was about rituals Hindus such as these. Proper Hindu rituals would have more to it than what we did for my dad but they have a similar purpose. I found a beautiful article on this which was an interesting read.
Back to the question about these rituals serving a purpose e.g so they won’t come back and why and how spirits communicate with Mediums, well the answer is simple. These rituals are simply man made ceremonies which were put into place as a way for the living to say goodbye and send off their loved ones who have passed. In the stone age, I can only assume that when someone died, they would either leave them somewhere far away or bury them. But then people would have found it really difficult to cope with the loss – of their presence, their laughter and personality around them. Not being able to reach out and touch someone, knowing you will never be able to do so is a huge part of the grieving process. Eventually mankind realised they had to do something to mark the passing of another human being and every culture and religion have their own way of saying goodbye.
Hindus have very specific rituals to follow when someone has passed and the first year anniversary for example is a big event. There is lots of things to buy, make, cook and prepare and people to invite. Food is cooked and a separate setting with food, drinks and lot of ceremonial items placed near the persons’ photo. After a long and very intensive prayer session, everyone sits down for a meal. Tears are shed, stories told and hearts full of memories.
The spirit world appreciates such gestures and look down on these days with fondness but they need nothing except our love and to be remembered. They don’t come back to us to haunt us but only to say hello and to let you know they still love and care.
Why do they “come back” ? Wouldn’t you if you had a chance to speak through a medium or to visit the family to see how they are getting on? It always boils down to “what would you do if you had the chance? They don’t actually come back but merely a moment occurs where they can see us and realise they are able to communicate. Its like a veil has lifted and a special flash second of love between the two worlds is possible.
Put what you have been told about the dead, death and the spirit world — just open your hearts to the possibilities.
Build the rainbow bridge with love, don’t destroy it with fear – Angela Mitchell
Tomorrow’s moon is the smallest Full Moon of 2016, It is technically completing its phase at 6.24am tomorrow morning but you will see and feel its full effect tonight. Hopefully the skies will be clear for us to view the moon in Scorpio. The focus is on relationships and facing up to things we would rather keep hidden. It is all about standing up for yourself which will be a great teacher because you will be learning about yourself in the process. Your relationship with people around you, be it a love interest or friends and family will be test – for a positive change. Lots of options will pop up. Do you say something now or is it worth it? Keep going or time for change? Don’t rush into things because you think you have to, take a few deep breaths in difficult situations and try to keep calm. This is not a time to be impulsive.
Tonight is a great time to write your wishlist, smudge the house and leave your crystals out to energise in the moonlight.
Please share and let your friends and family know x