Tuesday, 8 November 2011

Funny that...

I was doing some random thinking the other day... about how the number three has played a big part in my life. I'm a numerologist, so these things intrigue me more than most.
My full birth date is a 9 vibration, which is 3 x 3
My Dad is born on a 27 (9), my Mum's total birth date is a 3
My ex husband was born on 27, which equals 9
We were married on a 9, separated on a 27 (9)
My son was born on a 3, my daughter was born on a 9
I met Butch on a 3
Butch was born on a 6 (2 x 3), he was diagnosed on an 18 (9) passed away on 21 (3)
The last house we lived in was a 9, prior to that we lived at 18 (9), 72 (9) 12 (3) 144 (9)  - these are the ones I remember, we lived in the country, so a lot of our addresses didn't have numbers.
We moved to Australia on a 3, in 2003
We married on a 3
I'm now living in Tingalpa and the house number is 21 (3)
I'm finding this a bit of an epiphany. As long as I can remember I have always thought I was all about being a 9, that, as 9 is all about endings (so people tend to come and go), being sensitive to others, spiritually aware and focused, being of service and being a part of the world at large....While these all ring true, the external signs/indicators I have got most of my life have slipped past me.
Although I've always been the class clown (well, until Butch passed I was), it was always a cover to hide the real me, who is shy (yes, I know, hard to believe isn't it, which goes to show how good at it I am!) and feels detached from everyone and everything, in a 'not fitting-in' kinda way. I always took life quite seriously, even when I was doing something fun, it had to be done fully and completely.
When I discovered numerology, the first thing I learnt about myself was that I march to the beat of a different drum and I breathed a sigh of relief!
Anyway, back to my 3 thinking..... 3 is all about being the life of the party, creativity, being sociable, having fun, self expression, making friends effortlessly and being curious, I realised the other day that the message I have been getting from everyone and everything along the way, was to learn how to have fun, to enjoy life as a whole, not just parts of it. So, although I am all about a 9 vibration, I am meant to fully explore my 3 side (fun) as well. I just love those Aha moments!
It's funny how I could have seen that straight away for anyone else as I did their numerology report, but for me...? ...hmm
So, how about you look at your life too and see what numbers have been prominent in your life too... If you post them to my Truth By Numbers wall on Facebook, I'll give you a quick definition.
This isn't so you sign up to my page or anything, I am just curious to know if anyone else has a similar pattern they want to share and learn from.
Numbers don't lie! x

Saturday, 15 October 2011

Saying Goodbye doesn't mean forever....

For the past six weeks, this song has been haunting me.
The first time I heard it, I thought it was a lovely tune, next time I listened to the words, and had an A-ha! moment! Although it is a song about 'alive' lovers, it also resonates within my belief system. I believe there is a far bigger picture, that when we pass on we still exist, just not in the form we knew here on the earthly plane.
Since Butch has passed, I have felt him around me, noticed many synchronistic events, had proof of his presence through email, my mobile phone and other occurances in my home. (I am ever so grateful I can't feel him enough to know when he bitch slaps me when I think I don't want to live without him!)
I have always told friends if you hear a song on the radio that reminds you of someone who has passed, especially if it's not a common song, or doesn't fit with the radio playlist, you can guarantee this is a message from the other side. There are a few songs that were special to Butch and I and not popular playing, so I know he is saying Hi or I love you when I hear them.
Mind you, I'm the sort of person who will be driving in the car, mulling over a problem, needing help with the answer and will say 'Okay, the next song will help me with this problem'....and it usually does! Try it! You might be surprised!
Anyway, back to my story... This song has been playing every now and then since late August. I started waking up in the middle of the night with it rolling around in my head (and I have a theory on that too, but I don't want to get sidetracked again!). 
The last three years have been tough, losing the love of my life as well as my best friend.  For a while there, I lost my faith, I tried to stop believing there was more to life, but my spirit family wouldn't let me.  They kept making mischief, sending me signs, situations and people until I 'remembered'! 
I knew this song was relative, because there are times when it feels like I am biding my time until I meet up with Butch again.  I knew I was getting a spiritual lecture every time it came on the radio, or heard it when out shopping, but I tried to convince myself it was just a funny coincidence....unsuccessfully I might add!
The more I laughed it off, especially the timing of it, when I was feeling particularly miserable or isolated, the more it played. Two days ago, I heard it three times....same again yesterday....I woke up at 3:00am today and there it was in my head again. I got out of bed this morning and turned on the radio to hear....yep, you guessed it...Goodbye doesn't mean forever...
Okay, okay, I get it! I need to stop looking backwards at what I have lost, to remember the good times and stay focussed on why I am here, what it is I'm meant to do!
Six weeks ago when I heard this song, I thought I should do a blog about the words behind it, to give others a message it isn't really over, that our loved ones are here for us, they can communicate with us in surprising ways and even though it feels like forever before we see them again, they are still around us. I didn't do it though, did I? It has taken six weeks of being sung to in my sleep and 'nagged' via the radio to get to this point.
When you hear a song on the radio that stands out from the usual blah blah of background radio, take note of what it's about. Is it a message you need to listen to, or perhaps a 'spiritual smile and wave' through a shared song/memory? Everyone talks about seeing the same time on a clock continually that has a special significance to them, why shouldn't a song have spiritual significance?
I wonder how often we get messages or think about doing something but don't take any action, only to be reminded over and over, sometimes in the subtlest of ways, what we need to do? 
with love 'n' hugs, Cherie xx

Friday, 7 October 2011

Does pleading deafness work?

Recently I was to do a book talk at a local library. I was early, as usual, and waited expectantly for seats to be filled.  A few people sat down and the conversation would go a little like this:
Hi, are you heare for the book talk?
Oh, are you the speaker?
Yes, I am, my name is Cherie
What are you talking about today?
Cancer, and the powe....whooooooooosh!  They would almost disappear into thin air and I would be left there, talking to myself.
What is it about cancer that we are so scared to talk about, discuss or even think about? Cancer lives in each of us all the time, it is a part of our 'make up'. Of course there is 'something' that obviously tips it over the edge and it becomes a tumour or growth.
With the fatality rate for cancer increasing, it makes sense, to me, we are better off being informed about what we can do to help prevent our own demise. 
I understand we can feel overwhelmed about cancer, it's impact and the changes it forces on our lifestyle.  Sometimes it seems every day there is something we should avoid for its cancer promoting properties. I 'get' that we would prefer to avoid those widely publicised 'evil' foods in the hopes it will stave off the cancer beast, rather than finding out what else we should avoid or have more of. I empathise with people who, like me, can't afford organic food or natural supplements to keep our bodies free of dis-ease.
There is so much more to being healthy than changing your eating habits, cancer is a multi-faceted balance within our body....but I'm not going to talk about that here, it will only take me off topic.
I know writing a book about cancer is like having an ugly baby - you know its an ugly baby, everybody else knows its an ugly baby, but no one wants to be the one to say it. Instead we turn our head away in the hopes we won't be asked to look at 'the baby'.
Cancer won't go away if we ignore it, stick our fingers in our ears and make 'la la' noises, or if we pretend it won't happen to us or anyone we know. 
I'm not saying we should live, breathe or even think continually about cancer, what we should be is informed enough to know what we can do to prevent it.  After all, you don't go out in your car without making sure there is enough fuel, or knowing the brakes work fine, do you? Why wouldn't you do take preventative measures for your self, so you can keep working optimally for as long as you can?
If you would like to know more about my book talk, please follow this link (it's free, and you never know, you might learn something new)  http://www.cnbe1.com/articles_stories.html
cancers not beating every 1

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

Remember no matter how murky life gets, the tide always turns...

Is there anyone else out there who plans to go to the beach to retreat, reconnect, to find solace within the ebb and flow of the waves, only to discover the bluddy tide is out?!
Even if I was so inclined, which I'm not, I couldn't even throw myself off the longest pier because I'd only end up on my arse - which is pretty much the norm for me at the moment! I suppose I could have jumped into the mud and prayed for quicksand....
As I sat there, looking at the landscape, I couldn't help but feeling the mud and rocks symbolised my life right at that moment. Everything felt murky and full of obstacles.. I tossed up whether to go back to the comfort of home where I could hide from the biting cold, or remain seated on a stone cold (ha ha) rock, which was probably giving me 'monkey piles' like my Mum warned me about whenever I sat on cold concrete.....A part of me fely I needed to sit there until I could see past the dark and dismal to the tranquil beauty in the distance.
As I sat there on the pile of rocks lying haphazardly around me, I noticed they were kinda smooth after years of being pummelled by the sea.
If I was to equate that to me, I would say, yes, life has shaped me, taken my rough edges off - not without sacrifice or pain, I'm sure! So, within that context, if I was to consider this pile of different shaped rocks around me, I could think of them as my talents, skills and abilities. There are small ones, strange looking ones, big 'in your face' ones, just like my talents or skills. The fact they are all heaped in a big messy pile is relevant too (and yes, I do realise this is a man-made pile...so is mine - well, woman-made! LOL)
Like the rocks stacked here, I am struggling to work out which dream I should be following, which ones inspire and lift me.
All too often as we accumulate skills and talents, but we don't see them as amazing abilities. We take them for granted, or lack the confidence to feel proud of our achievements. It's only when someone points out how awesome it is that we take a step back and notice how incredible we are.
This happened to me this morning when I spoke to a good friend and set me to thinking about what I want to do in my life. I know I love my writing, I love helping others with psychic readings and healing through Reiki and massage, but is this where my passion is, my fire? I already know the answer, these are my passion, they light the fire in my soul, so why am I doing all the other 'stuff'? Its time to cull the ones that don't serve my purpose or help me to be all that I can be.
Back to my seaside musing...
In front of me the rocks thin out and scatter, reducing in size. To me, these represent the obstacles we encounter on our way to personal greatness. By the way, personal greatness isn't measured by wealth, possessions or a great relationship, unless of course its loving ourselves wholly and unconditionally. It's about being all you are meant to be. These rocks are the big incidents in our life, the ones that create change whether we want it or not.
The small rocks gradually give away to rubble and eventually muddy looking sand. These are the day to day tribulations or 'hiccups', like missing a bus or a green light, spilling sugar as we put it in our coffee mug or running out of our favourite biscuits. Apart from those that disrupt our life and change our day or life irrevocably we barely register the impact they have.
Just past that murky patch, the sand is is gleaming in the sun (I have to use a little imagination here, as the sun is behind a cloud and I can't quite see the colour of the sand from here, but I 'know' it to be true).
The sea laps at the sand invitingly, encouraging me to look past all the boulders, rocks, stones, rubble and dirty sand to begin a journey of discovery, full of light and opportunity, to me, to my ersonal greatness if only I take that first step.
I can't take all these rocks with me, or I'll need scuba gear. However, if I take those ones that matter most to me, the ones that light a fire in my belly. I can probably take some and still keep my head above water. Who knows? Once I have put faith in my rocks, they just might float to the surface or even better yet, they may float higher and carry me to where I truly want to be.
It's all about faith, faith in my choices, my abilities, what and who I love and most importantly faith in me!
Cherie x

PS. In the distance I can see someone sitting at the end of another pier. I wonder if they are seeing the beauty around them, or like me, do they have to 'look past' the rocks to get there?
Life is beautiful if we just take the time to sit still and 'be' to notice

Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Other People's Belief Systems - Why Do We Hold Onto Them?

I became unemployed two weeks ago. To be honest, my hours at work had been on a downward slide for some time now with the company downsizing. This morning I decided to go to Centrelink and apply for the unemployment benefit.
I woke up feeling flat and a little down this morning, but just decided maaybe I needed more sleep. As I walked into the office, I saw some unemployed folk sitting outside drinking from paper bags and smoking rollies made from old cigarette butts and felt my mood plummet even further.
The staff at Centrelink were extremely helpful and I couldn't fault them for the service they provided.
However, it took all the effort I could muster not to burst into tears as I spoke to them. On leaving the office, I had a 'sunglasses' moment as I tried to hide my emotion....
I realised later my belief system is/was that I need to work for a living, that life is meant to be hard and nothing comes easy, so applying for the dole made me feel like a loser and a failure -not just to myself but to everyone around me. No matter what I did, or how much I distracted myself, I could not get past this feeling of hopelessness.
It wasn't until I was talking to Trish, I realised this belief system had entrenched so far into my psyche I became a victim to it without even trying to, or knowing why.
I have come a long way, I am making huge changes in my life and I have the opportunity to start fresh, to do something new in the direction I am pursuing, all I have to do is acknowledge it.
Sometimes we need to step back and realise that some of the belief systems we 'own' are not ours, that we need to acknowledge them and then let them fly free. How often do we reject or miss an opportunity because we don't feel we deserve it or we believe it's not the way things should be?
Its time for me to evaluate my belief systems and work out which are mine, which ones have been inherited or assimilated over the years and be true to me, not someone else's laws and beliefs. I also urge you to look at your own beliefs and cull out the ones that don't serve you or are your truth.
We are born perfect, we are still perfect, even now... we just need to believe in ourselves and dismiss other people's 'stuff' that has influenced us since birth.
Love and respect for ourselves, baby!

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

Make a wish...

A couple of weeks ago I discovered a website called www.real-wishes.com.  The idea behind this site is that 8,888 wishes are to be granted - as I write this there are less than 50 remaining.  There is a lot of focus on the number 8 within having your wish granted.  After lodging your wish you are required to visit your 'wish page' for eight days in a row. There are a few other exercises that need to be done daily as well.  I have a really big wish that I have always put a lot of energy into and I figured a little extra help wouldn't hurt...
As I submitted my wish, the pop up window reminded me that a lot of people who made a wish don't return the next day, would I be one of these people?  I clicked the appropriate answers and put a note somewhere so I wouldn't forget to visit the next day...
I was a little smug when I visited the website the following night, I wasn't going to be a statistic, no siree!  Hah!  But guess who forgot the night after that?  Consequently the whole process had to be started again - I was a bit gutted about that one. 
The days went by, I dutifully logged in each day around the same time, I completed the task associated with the time 11.11, I even sat in the moonlight for a minimum of 30 seconds!  Things were going well...until life kicked in...
I had a couple of days where I wouldn't be around my laptop and I wondered how on earth I was going to log in to my wish page...
And then it hit me...as it so often does....If I was prepared to put all this time and effort into trying to make my wish come true, wouldn't I have been better off actually doing something to help me work towards it by myself?  How often in life have we put our faith in others in the hope thay will bring us the happiness and fullfilment we desire? How often do we invest in a bad relationship because feeling needed or being part of a couple is more important than actually feeling good about ourselves.  How often have we, after getting ill, opted for a quick fix, rather than working out why we feel so crap in the first place.  (My belief is that most illnesses are an indicator of stress, emotion, trauma or nutritional choices)  If the only way my wish was to be granted was for me to stay at home, glued to the clock or my lappie, I had to ask myself if it was worth it. 
I will admit I am fortunate that my new mobile hooks into the internet quite nicely, thank you very much, so I was able to log into my wish page while I was out.  However, I had already decided if I couldn't be a part of life, my wish, no matter how big and important it was, just that important.  Maybe letting go of the actual urgency of having a wish granted is what allows it to happen.....

Wednesday, 22 June 2011

The past is best viewed through a rear view mirror....

I have been 'bussing' to my massage course each week and I have to admit the last time I sat on a bus there were no mobile phones, ipods, or even air conditioning. (yes, I admit it, I'm ancient!)
How time has changed bus travel.  I remember buses being happy, noisy places where you rarely sat alone and there was always someone new to talk to. It was like being in a portable community full of smiling happy people - and no, I never travelled on a commuters bus, so I do realise they may have been a tad more formal.
Buses now are quite different now, almost sterile areas where travellers plug in their earphones, send texts, check emails or update their facebook status on their mobiles. If anyone does talk, they speak softly as if its illegal to make noise.  All you can hear is the scratching sound of loud music through earphones and the mobile keypad tones of those who don't know how to adjust their settings to stop it.  With all those people 'plugged in' or trying not to make eye contact I guess no one makes conversations with random strangers anymore.  What wonderful experiences and opportunities we must miss out on in our insular society.  I mourned the loss of social interaction and came to the conclusion that change wasn't such a great thing after all.
...and then I saw it....  The sign at the front of the bus.... 'For the comfort & health of your fellow passengers, smoking is prohibited on this bus, as is the consumption of food or drink.'
Hmmm...and then the reality of the good old days came to me....
Travelling in a bus thick with smoke, especially in winter, with the windows closed, was horrific.  The floor littered with cigarette butts and ash and rubbish, well that hadn't been much fun either. What about the chewing gum that inevitably stuck to our shoes, making squelchy noises as we stepped off the bus?  The windows you didn't want your kids to touch, because you weren't really sure what that was smeared all over them. Or worse still, the time I wore my new skirt, prepared to dazzle the world and instead wore smudged ice cream from off my seat for the rest of the day......(don't even ask what colour it was!)
Ahh, maybe change isn't so bad after all, I sighed as I looked around at the scrupulously keen seats, windows and floors, it's just that sometimes our perception and the reality don't always live in the same place.
Yes, I feel the past is definitely best viewed through a rear view mirror where the good old days appear much bigger and brighter than they really were!

Saturday, 18 June 2011

Take one twice a day until no longer required....

I want a magic pill, one that will make me feel as if I have my life in control, make me a better friend, help me to feel empowered and pretty much take the stress out of my existence...
Its not that my life is out of control or sad and pathetic, I just want a quick fix so I can stop trying so hard to be a part of my life and concentrate on the easy stuff - like relaxing in the sun, reading a good book, enjoying my family and just 'be-ing'. 
Surely I'm not the only one?  C'mon, wouldn't you like to stop worrying about whether your bills will be paid on time?  How to make the most of your life?  How to be the best person you can be, without pretending you are someone everyone wants you to be?
We live in a society where it seems everything that ails you can be fixed with a pill, so why not this?
It seems to me life is full of lessons and learning curves, some of them I am sure I could have done without.  I realise they are necessary to help me grow as a person - but hey, just once in a while I'd like to take the day off...

I don't ask for much, I don't care what colour it is, although the size could be an issue if its going to be something I will choke on!  Although I'm guessing that would be a big enough incentive to try and get on with my life without it!