Hello there you beautiful people! Today I have a bit of a secret to tell you, something that I have been keeping quiet for quite a while now. I know there where a few rumours going around about it but no one got it exactly right. But I can confirm I have a new job! Now this doesn 't mean I have quit blogging or quit my role at Disorder far from it actually. But I have always been someone who has to be very busy all the time, so I in fact got a 3rd job (I must be an idiot right?). What is this new job I hear you cry, I am in fact a Tarot card reader and Clairvoyant at the most well known Psychic shop in the UK called Psychic Sisters London ( Link here ).
I started working there in about December 2015, so I haven 't been actually working there
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Whether it be passing on messages from their loved ones or just being someone they can talk to and help through a really tuff time in their life. Although I obviously know a lot about the spiritual world as I can see it, I still don 't feel like I know everything and I don 't. Which is why the title of this post is called 'Beginning My Spiritual Journey ' as I feel I still have so much to learn and I am only at the very, very beginning of it.
So I think I am going to end this incredibly long post here. I hope you are all still with me after that marathon. So I feel like there are still going to be a lot of questions about this topic and a lot of people wanting to know more. Which is why I am now going to be dedicating every Sunday as 'Psychic Sunday ' where I will be putting up a post every week about something to do with the Psychic world as I have so many things I cant wait to share. Also a lot of things people don 't really know about.
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Located in the popular Yosemite National Park, Yosemite Falls is the tallest waterfall in California. Every year, mother nature’s breathtaking beauty attracts millions of people from around the world. People hike for three long and fatiguing hours in anticipation of witnessing forceful water rushing down the steep mountain from 2,425 feet above. Last summer, my family and I backpacked through the Yosemite Falls Trail and I came to learn what a truly exhausting experience it is.
There are various ways writers can evaluate their techniques applied in writing. The genre of writing about writing can be approached in various ways – from a process paper to sharing personal experience. The elements that go into this specific genre include answers to the five most important questions who, what, where, and why they write. Anne Lamott, Junot Diaz, Kent Haruf, and Susan Sontag discuss these ideas in their individual investigations. These authors create different experiences for the reader, but these same themes emerge: fears of failing, personal feelings toward writing, and most importantly personal insight on the importance of writing and what works and does not work in their writing procedures.
The Story begins on a beach with three young children playing. Violet, 14, inventor; Klaus, 12, amateur researcher; and Sunny, baby, professional biter who has not totally developed speech. When they arrive to the beach it is a cloudy foggy overcast day. Violet is spending her time here skipping rocks, Klaus is studying tide pools and Sunny is just enjoying her time being at the beach with her older siblings. Even though it is not the greatest day in the world, the children are enjoying their time spent here at their favorite place. No other people are here on beach and this gives the children a place to be alone with their imagination. While playing a gentleman is approaching, but with the fog it scares the children because they cannot see who walks beneath the fog. As the figure gets closer they start to figure out who it is. The strange figure that lurked in the fog is Mr. Poe a friend of the family. Mr. Poe comes over to the children playing and explains to the children that their parents have perished in a fire that destroyed their home. Mr. Poe explains to the children that they will have to live with his family temporarily until he can figure out a plan as to where they will go.
My literacy journey began long before I had actually learned how to read or write. While recently going through baby pictures with my mother, we came across a photo of my father and I book shopping on the Logos boat, a boat that would come to my island every year that was filled with books for our purchasing. Upon looking at this picture, my mother was quite nostalgic and explained how they began my journey to literacy through experiences like this. My earliest memory of experiencing literature was as a small child. My parents would read bedtime stories to me each night before I went to bed. I vividly remember us sitting on the bed together with this big book of “365 bedtime stories for 365 days” and we read one story each day until we had
As darkness envelops the long and winding streets within the walls of castle Azelran, I hold my breath as I duck into one of the many alleyways running between the streets. The whole city is deserted, and even the inns are dead silent. Houses loom above me from all sides, as I trip over bins and stray pieces of rubbish. What has he done? Has he put everyone to sleep so I am alone? So that he can get me? As if. I won't go down without a fight. The cobbles fly beneath my feet. My tunic flutters in the wind, my long hair unfurling behind me in a chocolate brown mass. With my boots pounding on the paved stones, I skid around another corner, shivers running down my spine. I must get away. I don't care if it's never been done before. I have to leave.
This essay is by no means a conclusive discourse on the variety of psychic phenomena present in the world. Other fascinating abilities exist including everything from telekinesis, raising objects, to raising the dead. That, at least, is one psychic gift no one is practicing at the moment.
I am fascinated with old churches and graveyards, this is why I‘ve reserved a very special place among a small group of other interested parties, to hear the stories that took place in New Orleans past eras, with a visit to the 200 year old, Our Lady of Guadalupe Church, once used as a mortuary and surrounded by what some same refer to as the once seedy, jazzy Red Light section of this colorful city, I’m relieved to have found a guide that has authorized entrance into the St. Louis #1because of its age and past incident of unfortunate vandalism, I’ll need this escort for my 2-hour visit to hear all the gossip.
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
I woke up one morning to the sun shining on my face through the stingy, old blinds. It was 7:40am, I had class at 8. I pulled the covers back, jumped off the top bunk and grabbed my toothbrush, than ran to the bathroom. I looked like a mess when I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a fresh new zit staring right back at me in the mirror, I thought to myself of course, just what I need. I was stressed, I had a big test in bio that day, and I was already on a time crunch. Minute by minute kept going by and I was still trying to get all my stuff together when Madi walked in at 7:52 to walk to class with me. I wasn 't ready, I felt like my whole world was going to change because I was going to be late for my Bio test.
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
Then a voice called from the room that had just been given a new door.
“Lindsey, grab Hope and shelter yourselves in the living room closet,” my voice was low, although vehement. I ran to the door, the cacophonous sounds becoming nearly intolerable. They were here.
I danced around the rim of the whiskey bottle as I dry-heaved from intoxication and dehydration.
I believe we’re all on a journey, and by letting our spirituality envelop us we our able to find our purpose. A big prominent question I face in my life, and think about often is, if we learn about our spirituality are we able to begin a spiritual journey, and find our purpose?…… I have one answer… YES! The world has shown us that spirituality envelops us, and by learning it, and living by it we are able to discover our purpose, and accept our spiritual destiny.
One of the most unique creatures are fish. As I am sitting here in my room, my fish are swimming about with not a care in the world. I wonder what it would feel like to be a fish.