tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25266616062843206912024-03-18T20:49:47.719-07:00Cherie's Random RamblingsCheriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06640464728664142173noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526661606284320691.post-75487278506033534092013-12-25T18:29:00.003-08:002013-12-25T18:29:27.426-08:00Whats With That?!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have been housesitting since
sometime around last July. It was a bit daunting, throwing caution to the wind and having no fixed abode. I was fortunate
enough to have to amazing backup plans – my daughter and her family, in
Brisbane, who I had, up until then
been living with, and my awesome friend, Karen and her family, who lived on the Sunshine
Coast, which was where I
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was heading.<br />
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There was also the fear of ‘going it alone’ again. After all, it
hadn’t worked so well those first few years after Butch passed away. Would I
end up ‘losing myself’ again, or struggling to look after and nurture me? So
many questions and so many ‘I don’t know’ answers!</div>
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Having always been a ‘list’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>person, who planned everything down to the last possible item, I hoped housesitting might
encourage me to be a bit more spontaneous.</div>
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I had been wanting to do it for
quite some time, but needed to make sure that I procured a job first, because,
that’s how I roll… It seemed exciting and scary in alternate doses, especially
staying with someone other than a
family member. I had had a pretty daunting experience several years ago, while
staying with a friend, and wasn’t sure if I wanted this friendship to end in a
similar vein. There is nothing like projecting a past misfortune on a current one,
even though so much of it was going to be entirely different…but hey, we all
tend to do that.</div>
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My first night with Karen, Johno
and their family, was
nerve-racking…for about five minutes! They made me feel so welcome. I was made
to feel like part of the family,
right down to the teasing and
ribbing that families do when you visit.</div>
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I had only been up on the Coast for five weeks, when I received an email
to say the company I worked for
could no longer afford to employ me. I must admit this was the first time I had <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">ever</i> lost a job I loved, so it was tempting to just pack it in and
go back to the way it was. Tempting
as it was, I persevered, telling myself that if things hadn’t improved by
December, I would leave.</div>
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It has been four months, I don’t
have a job, and I am trying to exist on a benefit. Not quite what I had in mind
when I moved here…</div>
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The first housesit I did was
perfect; they appreciated everything
I did, their pet and I bonded to the point that I cried as I left after two weeks…</div>
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There have been quite a few since
then, full of highs, lows,
disasters, frustration, peace, relaxation, nature, stamina, energy….</div>
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I have adapted to the lifestyle quite well, and have quickly become
‘in demand’ as word of what I do spreads. However, there
are always drawbacks. It can be quite lonely sometimes. Sure there is a pet to keep me company, but sometimes I
crave a good chat…and dare I say it, even a hug…</div>
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I am fortunate that Karen and I
spend time together, chatting,
planning our classes and working with our pamper packages, but I don’t want her
to feel she needs to boost me, or that she’s my only port of call. If there is a long break between housesits, I will go
and visit my family in Brisbane,
but there is this empty feeling that
kinda settles on and around me sometimes.</div>
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I have always been the odd man out, even as a child. I was the weird, kooky, non conformist strange girl that
never quite fit in. That didn’t change, even as a young adult. I met Butch and
he accepted me as I was and helped me to embrace it, instead of rejecting who I
really was. I didn’t have to try and fit in any more, after all Butch thought I
was okay, and that was good enough for me. We weren’t the
most sociable of couples, preferring to spend the
majority of our time together at
home.</div>
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After Butch passed, being a widow
brought another aspect of ‘being an
outsider’ into my life. Not only had I lost my main cheerleader, but I suddenly
became the ‘Watch out, she’s a widow
now. She’ll probably steal your husband’ variety of outcast. Firm friends
became fast friends, as they sped
out of my life. They weren’t the
only ones to give me a wide berth, women would eye me suspiciously as I spoke
to their men. *sigh* I understand
that everyone wants to be in a couple (except me) and hold onto what they have…but it doesn’t mean I am interested in
having what you’ve got.</div>
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We had an awesome relationship,
so looking for someone else isn’t in my plan right now. I sometimes feel as if there is life after Butch, but it is such a slow and
painful process, I wonder if I will actually survive it long enough to
notice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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I embraced my psychic-ness not
long after and oh boy!, I wasn’t prepared for the
way people would view me from that perspective as well. However, there are just as many people out there who accept that side of me, and I am willing
to share…</div>
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This morning as I was walking, I
was pondering on life in general. I came to the
conclusion that housesitting has actually compounded my loneliness. I’m not in
one place long enough to make friends and socialise, to join a club, or even a
yoga group. </div>
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I broke my little toe about a
month ago – this is the third time
in eight years that I have broken this same toe. I have knocked it continuously
during this time, so it is still red, swollen and has a slight twist to it now.</div>
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My belief is that any injury or
illness is a reflection of our emotions and energy. So, what does a small toe
on a right foot mean to me. Well, the
right side of our body is connected to our action/movement, so clearly I am not
‘stepping’ in the direction I want
to.</div>
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A little toe, well, that is all
about ‘connection’. I am feeling disconnected from the
rest of the world, my old friends, a
job, my family (by distance), myself, the
ability to do what I truly want – thanks to a lack of funds. </div>
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To fix my issue with this toe, I
don’t need to ‘make up’ with my old friends, but I do need to start looking at
how I can connect, to make a bigger effort than I have done. I need to stop
expecting things to change just because I’m not happy about them. I need to change my view on life, declutter
what isn’t working for me and begin to see things with fresh eyes. </div>
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On the
bright side, being unemployed and housesitting has enabled me to focus more on
my writing. I have also learned I don’t need a lot of possessions to make me
happy – everything I need, including a massage table and two cases of massage
towels, doesn’t even fill my car to the
brim.</div>
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What to do next? Hmm, I have no idea. However, I am going to say that being
aware of the problem is a 'step' in the right direction</div>
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Cheriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06640464728664142173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526661606284320691.post-36723162449073249932013-07-29T02:47:00.001-07:002013-07-29T02:47:48.224-07:00Keeping it real...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSgghm48EJCAJ16lvD-RHGtHN1p1SNtSg2Ym93jYEwo2rjrWXtm-yjIK-FmXbXKD5f3w9umEbN9AyW3dkhz1LSHP-JzBnT59BbI2eQnxYIMMho64aHmvx-40EahvklHRmRbqujESJQiblI/s1600/1-Wildflower_macro_photography.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSgghm48EJCAJ16lvD-RHGtHN1p1SNtSg2Ym93jYEwo2rjrWXtm-yjIK-FmXbXKD5f3w9umEbN9AyW3dkhz1LSHP-JzBnT59BbI2eQnxYIMMho64aHmvx-40EahvklHRmRbqujESJQiblI/s1600/1-Wildflower_macro_photography.jpg" height="125" width="200" /></a>I saw the most amazing thing this morning. I was stuck in traffic near a park for quite a while. I was watching this young man practising shooting hoops. He didn't just stand in one place while he threw the ball. Oh no, he was competing against an entire team. He was grabbing the ball, intercepting it from up high, turning his back so he could block the other player, fighting to get his arms up above the rest of the team. He was continually on the move and definitely the best player there...Actually, he was the only player there. <br />What I loved about watching him, was that he was living his dream. He wasn't just shooting hoops, he was 'in the game', in the zone' and 'in his dream'. He knew that people driving or walking by could see him, but he wasn't focused on what other people thought or said. His intent was completely on being the best basketball player ever.<br />
As I drove off, I couldn't help thinking I should have paid more attention to what he looked like, so that when he achieves his dream, I will be able to say 'I knew he would!'<br />How often do we only air part of our dreams and aspirations, in case others make fun of us or tell us we're wrong? And how often do we just step boldly into our dream, without worrying or seeing what is happening on the outer limits?<br />...food for though, isn't it? </div>
Cheriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06640464728664142173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526661606284320691.post-89631260434877663912013-07-12T02:26:00.000-07:002013-07-12T02:26:32.263-07:00Awesome is as Awesome Does<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuoU47dbqG-MCYFZW1fTgNH-a8zQddONoniA4XhbOUZu89ScN-YucpfH91njEJlJPUMYwR0bxGb5v_r2BfcEjHb3AudIM9NQCjrMZyqf1jeBcN1MPSrxhE4pmbKhT06hXidrqZ9S6qofiU/s1600/strange-pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuoU47dbqG-MCYFZW1fTgNH-a8zQddONoniA4XhbOUZu89ScN-YucpfH91njEJlJPUMYwR0bxGb5v_r2BfcEjHb3AudIM9NQCjrMZyqf1jeBcN1MPSrxhE4pmbKhT06hXidrqZ9S6qofiU/s1600/strange-pic.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a>I want to share a story with you about something that happened to me this week. On Monday a customer came into work and he was introducing himself to our new staff members. They asked him what he thought of me. He pointed over and told them jokingly, that I was 'Grumpy Smurf'. <br />Well, I was devastated. My ego was crushed and my feelings were in tatters. I pride myself on always being cheerful, on always making customers happy, feel good about doing business with me and I always, always provide the best customer service I can. It doesn't matter what mood I am in or what is going on in my life, I always ensure the customer never suspects and I treat them as if they are the most important person on the earth until they leave. <br />I'm sure he was only trying to be funny, but some of my workmates thought there might be an 'element of truth' to what he said and there was a little teasing went on behind the scenes.<br />
That night I asked family and a couple of friends if they had ever known me to be grumpy. They did say that I sometimes had my cranky pants on, but when I did, I would withdraw until I was feeling more balanced and it was only because they knew me so well, that they recognised what I was doing.<br />
By Thursday morning, I had had enough of the not so subtle jokes. When my supervisor called me into their office, saying 'Come on Grumpy Smurf, lets talk about this.... Oh my goodness, that's so funny, I think that name is going to stick!', I knew it had gone on for long enough.<br />
I pulled myself up tall and said to her 'If you want grumpy, you just keep on calling me grumpy, because what you say about me and what you believe about me is who I will become. I believe I chose my attitude every hour of every day. I choose to be awesome. I choose to give awesome service to my customers and they all get exactly that!'<br />
On the way home I was thinking about this 'conversation'. How often do we hear others talking about us, or allow them to 'label' us in such a way that we eventually become what they believe us to be? How often does someone who is told they are lazy start acting lazy. How many times does the weird person stay weird, or the 'no hoper' remain that way? Unless we have the fire and determination to stand up and say 'This is not my story. This is not who I am!', we can easily self fulfill the prophecy of perception of those around us.<br />So next time someone labels you, ask yourself 'Is this who I am?' and if the answer is no, either prove them wrong by showing them who you truly are, or speak your truth so they are left in no doubt that they are wrong.<br />And take a moment to look at your self talk...are you putting yourself down? Are you belittling yourself or failing to see how awesome you really are? What you think about yourself is who you will become....always, but always, choose 'awesome'!<br />
Stay true to you<br />~ Cherie ~<br /><br /><br /></div>
Cheriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06640464728664142173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526661606284320691.post-10195857578654706972012-06-06T04:44:00.003-07:002012-06-06T04:44:39.409-07:00Energy is as Energy DoesToday is day One of my 21 day challenge. Everyone seems to have one of these challenges at the moment, so I guess I'm jumping on the bandwagon. I'm not doing it for that reason, it is more about challenging myself. I've decided writing a blog daily for 21 days is to be mine. Why 21 days? Well, I read somewhere it takes 21 days to build a habit and I want to see if at the end days I have.<br />
The difficulty will be finding something specific to write about in this time period. No pressure!<br />
Today has been a weird day for me. I woke up alive and kicking, so to speak. I was bouncing with life and ready to face my day. By about 2:00pm, I had lost that feeling. I was exhausted, jaded and ready for bed. <br />
I went shopping and found I barely had the energy to conduct intelligent conversation. Words just didn't seem to flow as smooth as they always do for me. It felt as if my mask had slipped and with it, any pretense that I was happy and carefree.<br />
The energy around us at the moment is changing ever so quickly, sometimes subtly, sometimes not. This week has been a tough one as my emotions and body have been trying to adjust. I alternate between tears flowing unbidden down my cheeks to racing around dancing to music as it blasts from my stereo. That probably sounds normal to anyone else, but I usually have a reasonably tight hold on my tears and only allow them when it's convenient and I'm out of sight. That's where my mask comes in. It covers and comforts me as I convince myself and others that everything is going well.<br />
As an empath, I pick up on everyone else's 'stuff' as well and, as my energy fluctuates dramatically in this way, it can sometimes be difficult to work out what is mine and what belongs to others.<br />
It takes a lot of inner strength to sit and allow what I'm feeling or thinking to just 'be', to acknowledge and be grateful for these sensations. Any other time it would be the best thing in the world, given that I do psychic readings, but right now I find it more than a little distracting. <br />
I read somewhere that the energy changes we are experiencing are about recalibrating our spirit within this physical form. After reading the symptoms, light-headedness, fatigue, cravings, broken sleep, I could identify with this information...and after all it was synchronistic that I stumbled across it, so I know I was meant to understand what is happening to me.<br />
Perhaps you too have been going through some awkwardness, a feeling of not quite belonging in a place where you have felt safe and warm all these years. It's comforting to know others are experiencing it too, isn't it?<br />
The challenge is in allowing, in trusting and in loving yourself and everything about you, even when things are feeling askew. <br />
xxCheriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06640464728664142173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526661606284320691.post-46529757399149694372012-03-15T05:40:00.001-07:002012-03-15T05:40:43.251-07:00Lose yourself in the joy of the moment...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">I started learning belly dancing sometime late last year. Ever
since I can remember I've wanted to learn this style of dance. It 's lots of
fun, even though I’m finding it difficult to get a handle on the moves. I am
fond of telling friends and family everyone else is ‘elegant’ while I feel more
like ‘elephant’! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">My problem is I over think too much instead of getting lost
in the music and just moving. It’s definitely not a reflection on Em and Barb,
the instructors. They're so patient and I love going to class; in fact it’s
the highlight of my week. During the lesson I’m happy, carefree and inevitably,
the class clown! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I was lying in bed the day after class and wondered why I
felt so up and pumped afterwards. I usually come home with a huge grin on my
face, telling everyone how amazing it was, how much fun I have and the joy I
get from being around a group of happy, smiling other ladies. I realised it is
during that hour I can let my guard down and be me. There’s nothing stopping me
from being me any other day of the week…except me and the limitations I put on
myself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I am a perfectionist, so I get annoyed I can’t do all the
moves perfectly, even though I’m only a beginner. No one else expects me to
have all the moves worked out yet…just me!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I wonder why we (and I really mean ‘me’ here) are so hard on
ourselves. We didn’t learn to walk or talk overnight and yet we get frustrated
or give up when we are learning a new skill that takes time to develop. Is it
because we live in an instant society, where food comes already prepared, or we
can ask the doctor to prescribe a pill to alleviate a symptom without
having to look at our lifestyle? Is it because others have been hard on us in the
past and we've taken on board their belief systems or judgements? Or is it
purely because we listen to that silly voice in our head that tells us we aren’t
good enough or learning fast enough? Were there unrealistic expectations when we were children?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The other day I showed my daughter some of the moves I’d
learnt. She told me she could tell the moment I started to think, the moment I
stopped believing I could actually show her. One minute I was fluid and the
next I was rigid and unbending – not really a good look for such flexible dance
moves. I knew she was right; one minute I was at one with the music and
next thing I knew the voice in my head said, ‘Yeah, well it looks okay, but you’re not doing
it perfect!’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The thing is, belly dancing lessons is just a great way to
have fun, to support and be supported by other women as we learn, to share joyful
energy. Not once was I told there would be a test at the end of it, so why am I
putting myself under so much pressure to be perfect?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Well, ‘Enough!’ is what I have to say to that snippety voice!
I am doing way better than I was last year and I have grasped some of the moves
and besides no one else is judging me besides that little voice. Everyone else
tells me I’m improving and that should be enough. Anyway, when did the voice
inside my head become an expert – did she learn to be an expert belly dancer
while I wasn’t looking? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I have come to the conclusion that I do this with almost everything I do and it is time to learn the lesson, the one that impacts on a lot of my life, preventing me from just letting go and doing what comes naturally. I don't have to be perfect, I just have to me...the me that's doing whatever activity I choose. I watched a video today on youtube that Yvonne Anderson had put up. She said we should live life like a musical instead of the alternative...in my case a documentary! This comment really resonated! Ahh! The freedom of a musical.....!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Tonight I went along to watch the advanced group perform and
it was not only impressive, but it was a heap of fun. The joy of the dance was
evident on everyone’s face. Not one of them was pulling faces as they listened
to Ms Snippety. They were in the moment, sharing the happiness and it was an
uplifting experience. I stood there with a silly grin on my face as I watched. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">As I drove home I decided that from now on that’s what I
want to do, be present in the music and not in my head…I want to have that much
fun…and one day, I want to be dancing in front of a group of people and sharing
the joy and happiness of enjoying something you love to do!</span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">PS. The class is every Tuesday night in Manly. (<st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Brisbane</st1:place></st1:city>).If you’d like
to meet some wonderful people while having a fantastic time, email Barb or Em (Taroonas
Belly Dancing) taroonasbellydance@gmail.com <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
</div>Cheriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06640464728664142173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526661606284320691.post-2235278865790025862011-11-08T17:09:00.000-08:002013-07-04T23:01:07.569-07:00Funny that...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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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.<br />
My full birth date is a 9 vibration, which is 3 x 3<br />
My Dad is born on a 27 (9), my Mum's total birth date is a 3<br />
My ex husband was born on 27, which equals 9<br />
We were married on a 9, separated on a 27 (9)<br />
My son was born on a 3, my daughter was born on a 9<br />
I met Butch on a 3<br />
Butch was born on a 6 (2 x 3), he was diagnosed on an 18 (9) passed away on 21 (3)<br />
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.<br />
We moved to Australia on a 3, in 2003<br />
We married on a 3<br />
I'm now living in Tingalpa and the house number is 21 (3)<br />
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.<br />
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. <br />
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!<br />
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!<br />
It's funny how I could have seen that straight away for anyone else as I did their numerology report, but for me...? ...hmm<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
Numbers don't lie! x<br />
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Cheriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06640464728664142173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526661606284320691.post-79099761827292406452011-10-15T15:57:00.000-07:002011-10-15T15:57:25.624-07:00Saying Goodbye doesn't mean forever....For the past six weeks, this song has been haunting me. <br />
<span></span>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.<br />
<span></span>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!)<br />
<span></span>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. <br />
<span></span>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!<br />
<span></span>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!). <br />
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'! <br />
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!<br />
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...<br />
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!<br />
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.<br />
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?<br />
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? <br />
with love 'n' hugs, Cherie xxCheriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06640464728664142173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526661606284320691.post-16465444117615351872011-10-07T22:06:00.000-07:002011-10-07T22:08:11.799-07:00Does 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:<br />
Hi, are you heare for the book talk?<br />
Oh, are you the speaker?<br />
Yes, I am, my name is Cherie<br />
What are you talking about today?<br />
Cancer, and the powe....whooooooooosh! They would almost disappear into thin air and I would be left there, talking to myself.<br />
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. <br />
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. <br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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'.<br />
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. <br />
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?<br />
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) <a href="http://www.cnbe1.com/articles_stories.html">http://www.cnbe1.com/articles_stories.html</a><br />
cancers not beating every 1<br />
CherieCheriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06640464728664142173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526661606284320691.post-19047428514098672602011-08-23T21:19:00.000-07:002011-08-23T21:19:25.976-07:00Remember 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?!<br />
<span></span>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....<br />
<span></span>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. <br />
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. <br />
<span></span>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)<br />
<span></span>Like the rocks stacked here, I am struggling to work out which dream I should be following, which ones inspire and lift me. <br />
<span></span>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.<br />
<span></span>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.<br />
<span></span>Back to my seaside musing...<br />
<span></span>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.<br />
<span></span>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.<br />
<span></span>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).<br />
<span></span>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.<br />
<span></span>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.<br />
<span></span>It's all about faith, faith in my choices, my abilities, what and who I love and most importantly faith in me!<br />
<span></span>Cherie x<br />
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<span></span>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? <br />
<span></span>Life is beautiful if we just take the time to sit still and 'be' to noticeCheriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06640464728664142173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526661606284320691.post-51712488338075273912011-08-02T21:08:00.000-07:002011-08-02T21:10:47.413-07:00Other 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.<br />
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.<br />
The staff at Centrelink were extremely helpful and I couldn't fault them for the service they provided.<br />
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....<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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?<br />
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. <br />
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.<br />
Love and respect for ourselves, baby!Cheriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06640464728664142173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526661606284320691.post-54521928973470597082011-07-05T01:06:00.000-07:002011-07-05T01:06:51.191-07:00Make a wish...A couple of weeks ago I discovered a website called <a href="http://www.real-wishes.com/">www.real-wishes.com</a>. 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...<br />
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...<br />
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. <br />
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...<br />
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...<br />
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. <br />
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.....Cheriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06640464728664142173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526661606284320691.post-24356090766415788952011-06-22T02:43:00.000-07:002011-06-22T16:31:27.110-07:00The 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!)<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
...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.'<br />
Hmmm...and then the reality of the good old days came to me....<br />
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!)<br />
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.<br />
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!Cheriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06640464728664142173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526661606284320691.post-90565295948110533592011-06-18T23:53:00.000-07:002011-06-18T23:57:31.363-07:00Take one twice a day until no longer required....<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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...<br />
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'. <br />
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?<br />
We live in a society where it seems everything that ails you can be fixed with a pill, so why not this?<br />
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...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">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!</span>Cheriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06640464728664142173noreply@blogger.com0