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Completely Random Post….Neptune’s Chamber :)

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I knew I hadn’t posted in quite awhile but hadn’t realized it had been THAT long since a post was put up.  I’ve been so overwhelmed with the Spiritual work I am doing, getting attacked by the dark for doing the work, along with the many shifts taking place in my body and the pain that comes from doing some of the assisting work I’m doing too, that I just haven’t wanted to share that part of my life on here, and that is the biggest part of my life right now.  If you do want more info about the energy level work that John Ross and I are doing to assist in bringing forth the shift into the light, you can read all about it on John’s blog:

http://www.freedom4humanity.wordpress.com

For those who have been reading this blog for awhile, you know about my mystical childhood of talking to “Jesus and the gang” in my backyard, talking to other spirits, remembering past lives since early early childhood, walking in and out of other dimensions, along with other similar paranormal/mystical happenings.  But what I haven’t shared is how whimsical my living room was that I grew up in, in Southern AZ.  On one hand, my parents were conservative Republicans, my Dad played golf, we played catch, both my parents were very inward with their emotions, so not much sharing and they both were aghast at the strange things I would attempt to share.

But looking back now, I believe my Mother was more whimsical and mystical than she allowed herself to present. My Dad was such a strong authoritarian to the whole family and sometimes was emotionally abusive to my Mom, so looking back now, I wonder if he got her to suppress much of her creative nature.

Let me give you some background first.  At age 2, my parents were on vacation in Savannah, Georgia, sitting by the pool and doing who knows what, and the story goes that I jumped into the pool, 2 years old, and a stranger asked them “Is that your child that just went under for the second time?”  It was never explained to me why the person hadn’t just jumped into the pool to save me or why my parents were too busy to watch their 2 year old, but I was always adventurous, climbing out of my crib, climbing everything in the neighborhood so exploring was in my nature.  Plus, water was my biggest love, next to music.

I taught myself to swim, before starting swimming lessons, by just jumping into the pool and figuring it out.  Obviously almost drowning didn’t deter my love for water. I used to imagine myself a mermaid and hang out at the bottom of the pool for as long as I could, even though I’d had asthma since age 2, and hence struggles with breathing.

So…here comes the living room story…..We had a long living room and at the end of it, looking out to our backyard, was a large window, like the photo above. Our window was all big squares though, rather than the smaller bottom row of windows in the above picture.   Each window square had a ledge that faced inward and on each shelf, my Mom had placed a crystal decanter filled with different colored water.  To top that display off, our walls, all 4 of them, were painted a very dark teal.  I was home often with asthma, and during those times in that living room, sun flowing in filtering through those sparkling decanters of all the colors of the rainbow, dark teal walls surrounding me, I’d imagine being down in Neptune’s chamber, in the ocean.

I never saw anything like that in any other of my friend’s homes, and never asked my Mom about her inspiration to create such a room.  It seemed like something my Dad would have opposed but he didn’t.  So for many years we lived with this dark depths of the ocean living room, surrounded by Neptune’s treasures 🙂 It was a delight for my imagination and went hand in hand with the other mystical parts of my life. The veil between “normal” life, past lives, and metaphysical life was so thin for me that it all wove together.

Did any of you experience strange decor in your childhood homes? Was there something that inspired you to explore?

Thanks for reading my blog, liking it, commenting on it, sharing it with others and being patient with my lack of regular posting at the moment.

Much love to you all, katelon

 

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WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE trailer

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I just saw this movie and it is amazing!!! The cinematography, the music, the acting, the plot, the puppet suits for the full sized wild things….all of it! It was one of my son’s favorite books and mine as well. I read and played guitar and sang to him almost every night until he went to college and they are times I will always cherish as I loved being a Mom. But as the movie shows, we all experience anger at our parents, feeling loneliness, separation, rejection, distance and feel it might be better elsewhere. Loving is a tricky thing and it takes much patience, grace, acceptance, understanding, support and the willingness to look inside at your part in making the whole thing work. The movie does a wonderful job at showing all of this…the hope, the fear, the love, the anger that is family and growing up…no matter what age you are.

 

Katelon T. Jeffereys

www.empowerandbalance.com