Posted in Inspiration, Life after death, Living from the soul, Meet Ordinary People Doing Great Things!, Women, Work

Risk being seen and known for all your splendor, beauty and awesomeness

 

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Risk being seen and being known for all of your splendor, beauty , magnificence and awesomeness.” Mags

Mags Magazine is pulling emotions out of readers. Some of these emotions have been buried for years.  As readers write to me or meet me to share their different perspectives on how the articles connect to their life experiences, I know that I have done the work which I have been guided to do although it has caused me to step out of my comfort zone. After many years of working with different people, I know that the emotional body has a stronger hold over us, than most of us would care to admit. It is actually quite alarming how buried emotions keep us locked in our own prisons and deprive us of using our talent to serve life fearlessly.

Many of us cannot claim our brilliance because of our life experiences which have left us confused, hurt, broken and disillusioned. It is easier to keep ourselves in the shadow and let others claim the light. Why not you? There is a place in this magnificent world  for each of us. One lady said to me: “We are all responsible for what is happening today. When we don’t make decisions to claim our lives, others claim it and the results are disastrous. Even though I am almost 60, reading your Magazine has created a shift in me to accept responsibility for my life and has caused me to reflect on many, many things which happened to me as a child and left me traumatized.  I buried them inside of me.”

Risk being seen and being known for all your splendor, beauty and awesomeness. Too long have we buried the beautiful things inside of us for fear that someone will say ‘who does she/he think she/he is?’ Too long have we waited to get someone’s approval to let our light shine. It is so much easier for us to see the light in someone and choose not to celebrate it because of our own fears and insecurities. It is easier to kill talent, stop innovation and continue to live in the same humdrum that keeps us and those around us so comfortable.

Step out of that comfort zone… life will reward you equally. Don’t let fear run your life.

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Love

Mags

Posted in Life after death, Love

My three deep soul regrets today

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Yesterday, I got the sad news  that my friend Maija Kajis had crossed over.

Streams of tears of regret flowed down my face in my office. I did not cry because she crossed over.

I cried because I wanted to  see her so much and did not get to.

I cried because I did not get the chance to tell her how much she meant to me.

I cried because I did not get a chance to say goodbye to her.

Over the last few weeks, I knew that she was not doing well.  I was told that she was hospitalized and had limited visitors.  I was told when she got discharged and went home… and all through these days I kept on saying:

  • I will send her a card to show that we are thinking of her
  • I will send some flowers
  • I will drop by – even if it would be for one second to see her.

I did not get to do any of these things. It was partly the circumstances of the last few days but when I look back, the least I could have done, was to drop a card in the mail.

Why was Maija so important to me?

I met Maija through my friend Jean when I first arrived in Canada.  I was immediately drawn to her. She had a warm and generous spirit and embraced ALL of me without knowing anything about me.  When she met my children, she did the same thing – She embraced ALL of them, as though they were her own.  As a new immigrant to Canada, Maija reached out to me.  She invited me to plays and concerts – things which I would not have ordinarily known about.  She even paid for the tickets. She invited me to her home and introduced me to her friends and her network.  She bought me my first pair of wool socks and told me how important it was to keep my feet warm in winter.  She brought me my first beeswax candles and made me the first fruitcake I received in Canada.  When she had not seen me for a long time, she came to visit me at my office and brought me lunch all wrapped in a warm towel. She invited me to her 70th birthday party and that made me feel very special to be a part of her group of friends.  When one of my friends needed a place to stay, Maija opened her doors to him and he stayed with her for about a year.  She shared her travel experiences with me and always filled me in on her trips  across the world. I found inspiration in her photos and in her home and especially her bookshelves.  I was always thrilled to listen to her anecdotes from her visits to her daughter and twin granddaughters, whom she loved unconditionally. She told me about her son and her parents and her mom in particular and her efforts in capturing her family history.

In all our conversations, I would sit and admire her quietly and sometimes even think to myself, “I want to be like Maija when I grow older.”  She was beautiful in body and spirit and always dressed very elegantly.  One day, in her living room, she said to me: “We Canadians have so much space to live in.  We don’t need all that space. People in many other parts of the world, live in tiny spaces and they are happier.  We feel that we need so much individual space…”  She reflected quite a lot on social justice issues and how new immigrants were integrating in Canada.

We always believe that we have more time. I wish I had told Maija all these things.

My last regret – I don’t have a picture with Maija. I can’t even explain how this could be.

Don’t put off the things you need to do for your soul.  Don’t forget to take photos with those you love.  Don’t forget to send that note or card to say, “I am thinking of you.”  Don’t forget to let your loved ones, know that you  love them.  Don’t forget to thank those who have done something good in your life.

Maija, our memories will live in my mind, heart and soul.  May your soul rest in perfect peace and may your words of love and wisdom always remain in our hearts. I know that you touched the lives of many, many people… and also know that there are many who are welcoming you to your new home.

Love,

Magdalene

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Beyond logic!, Connecting with the spirt world, Dreams and Intuition, Health and Wellness, Life after death, Living from the soul

How my dreams and intuition guided me to expect the death of loved ones…

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“I had a bad dream last night” my dad told our neighbour the morning he was admitted to the hospital for a simple surgery. “In the dream, I was trying to push a drum of water over but the drum wouldn’t budge no matter how hard I tried. This is not a good dream.”

After the surgery, he got into a coma and died two days later. In retrospect, I believe that his dream was a sign alerting him to the fact that he would be fighting for his life and would lose the battle. It represented the struggle he faced while he was in a coma, trying to say something but could not get the words out. Based on several other small changes he made before leaving the house, such as leaving a new candle on the candle stand, arranging all his clothes neatly in the closet etc., I have a feeling that he intuitively knew that he was not going to return home. But how can one boldly say such a thing?

Do we know when we are going to die?

Prior to his death, I had a series of dreams which alerted me to expect his death and I tuned in to them quite quickly. For several weeks I dreamt of lots of food, cake and celebration, which are symbols I have come to associated with death. I dreamt of him looking younger and driving a car in several dreams (very similar to dreams I had of my mom driving a car weeks before she died). However, there were two compelling dreams that remained vivid in my mind and which has affirmed for me that there is a world beyond this physical space we occupy. About five weeks before his death, I dreamt that his deceased brother-in-law, Gaston, knocked on the door of my dad’s house and said to me “Go and call your father for me. I am here to get him… and when you come with him, bring a bottle of rum for us to celebrate.” In the dream, I got my dad and brought him to Uncle Gaston, with a bottle of rum.

When I woke up, I pondered over this dream. I had heard from my mom (who was a dreamer and had prophetic dreams), that when the dead appears in your dreams to get the living, it is a sign that they will die. It was this dream that pushed me to visit him a week later, when I found out that he was sick. I shared this dream with him and he cocked his head to a side, in deep thought. We never spoke about the dream again but he was very pensive throughout my visit.

Are the deceased alive somewhere and are still connected with us? Why would they appear to some of us and not everyone?

During my two weeks with him, I felt the need to be of service. For each small task I did for him, I did it with all the love and gratitude my heart could feel. My intuition told me that these two weeks would be all the time I would have left with him and I heeded to this message. After my two-week visit, we held each other and both sobbed. My intuition told me that it would be the last time I would see him alive and I felt that we both understood this. We said goodbye.

As soon as I returned to Canada, I dreamt that a colleague pulled out one of my molars which disintegrated in the palm of my hands. I woke up and reflected on what I had heard from my mom – that when you dream of a molar being pulled out, it means that one of your parents will die. Prior to her death, I dreamt that I pulled out one of my molars as well. Again, I pondered over the dream and shared it with a few friends who all tried to comfort me by telling me not to take the dream seriously. But there was a knot in my stomach and the gut feeling that he would die. Yet, even knowing this information at an intuitive level is difficult to explain to others because dreams are open to such different interpretations and who are we to predict the future anyway?

My dad passed away a week later. One of my sisters mentioned that she too had a dream where our deceased Uncle Tony came to look for my dad but my dad was afraid to go with him. In the dream, she said that he was in a cardboard box at the bottom on a flight of stairs and was afraid to get out of the box to climb the stairs. Other family members and friends dreamt of lots of food and cake – signs that they have associated with death.

Looking back at  the big and small signs leading to the deaths of several people I have known, I realize that even when the signs stare at me in the face and are so direct, I still hesitate to acknowledge the message in many cases. A few months ago, I also lost a best friend. A week before she died, I dreamt that her dog came looking for me and carried her pants to me in it’s mouth. After I took the pants from the dog, it signaled me to follow it and led me to a small cottage. At the door, it showed me a silver key on the ground and signaled for me to take it and open the door. When I woke up, I knew intuitively that my friend would die. And she died a few days later. She passed away as I was writing my last letter to her but even not being with her, I could feel her energy was being sapped out of her.

Why do I suppress my gift for dreaming and my intuition? Until now, I thought that I am not important enough to have such as gift. I have no formal training or education in this matter except tons and tons of experience and anecdotes which I am now more readily open to accept as an important part of who I am. I am now more open to embrace those gifts and not treat them as something to be skeptical or try to get approval from others or try to prove it to the logical mind. We are conditioned to think logically (which is also important) but I believe that we are slowly losing our natural instinct to listen to our intuition and dreams to guide our life paths or to give insights about things in our lives.

Are you a dreamer too?

Do share with us your experiences with your dreams.

TuneIn to your intuitive abilities and StepUp to decode what you feel and what you dream about. This knowledge has the power to lead you to a beautiful mystical path where your understanding of life flows with a knowingness that all things are as they should be.

Love,
Magdalene