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Sunday, August 8, 2010
To A Gracious and great lady, Mrs. Evelyn Quick
I heard today from my life long friend that her mom had crossed over this Friday past. It refreshes the sorrow I felt when she lost her dad, Mr. John Quick many years back. You see, they weren't just my best friend's parents. They were more. They were a second pair of parents! I don't know how many times over the years we spent at each other's houses. She loved my mom's Puerto Rican cooking and I loved the soul food Mrs. Quick used to make! She made the best German chocolate cake in the world and whenever I came over she made it point of having made one just because I liked it!
Times were challenging back then. My own mom became disabled when I was nine but those weekends with Paula and Mr. and Mrs. Quick were like being home! I guess I had two homes--mine and theirs. How lucky I was! I remember their yearly family barbecues and other gatherings I was invited to. *sigh*. Back then were so many times I called-not to talk to Paula because I knew she wasn't home but to talk to Mrs. Quick (Paula I bet you don't remember or ever knew).
It's sad how time and distance and circumstances can pull at communication but it can never pull away love- not the love I felt from these great and wonderful people nor the love I felt for them then and still to this day.
I loved Mr. Quick dearly. Mrs. Quick I know you can hear the love in my heart. You will never be forgotten. Ever. You were a mother to me and as a "daughter" you will forever be in my heart.
How I wish everyone could have known such fine, fine people such as you and Mr. Quick.
My belief systems assures me that you and Mr. Quick now 'See the Bar" forever.
Rose Ann Schwab is a renown psychic (angelicinspirations.com) and believes in preserving the integrity of this particular field of expertise. As her colleague I thought I would share this advice, with her permission of course.
From Rose’s Syndicated International Column & Blog “Looking Through The Eyes Of A Psychic; A Different Perspective http://www.roseschwab.com
TRUE OR FALSE:
TRADE MARKED NAMES IN THE PSYCHIC READING/ CONSULTING WORLD has NOTHING what so ever to do with how good, great or accurate a psychic is?
True: Trademark is a government registered name or business name or not that has been established commercially as the original user with commercial use and that can provide documents back to its start.
Fact: A registered name or business name is just a paid for registration of their company legally that including Psychics. It in no way a statement by the government that the individual or psychic are used and accepted or even a good psychic. It is and only is a name that has been registered. Further info & Links to the US Federal Trademark & Copyright laws office of Actual Fact
Having A Trade Marked Name, Makes psychic/psychic consultant a great & accurate Psychic?
False: An Individual Psychic's reading reputation for goodness, greatness, accuracy, and established credible reputation are determined by years of experience, expertise and hard work documented over many years. It is not built up, made up or built on top of the actual original individual or owners already established in use business name/reputation or personal name/reputation.
Fact: The United States as well as other countries do use psychics, but it is based on the psychic’s actual credible established work/reputation with them and in turn the psychic receives official documentation in some form over the years of experience and expertise. In most cases the US government & Law Enforcement will not accept or acknowledge the work of a psychic unless it is though a long established credible relationship with a psychic that is documented officially as high accuracy. Actually officially documented proof and History Can be Found in Books, Complete Pro & Con Research on the Internet, as well as shown on History Channels.
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Tune in to my colleague's pod cast program. This is what it will be all about as described by author Theresa Chaze:
Every person you meet in your life is a lesson. Sometimes they are teachers; some times they are the lesson. The later sometimes appear in your life simply as a test of your ability to keep your boundaries. Whether or not they claim to be on a spiritual path, there are those who motives are not always pure. They claim to be loving, yet they create chaos by stirring up anger or conflict, while casting themselves as the role of victim in the situation. They are a unique kind of vampire. Not only do they steal energy, but they dump their emotional waste wherever they can find a person who will accept it. Those who refuse to be a meal or stand up to them are called selfish or evil. February 8 at 5 pm eastern, I will be talking about psychic vampires and how to protect yourself. Angry isn't always the answer and guilt only makes you a side dish.
So join me at http://www.blogtalkradio.com/theresachaze to learn psychic self defense 5pm eastern Sunday February 8.
Please visit theresachaze.com to learn about her and her exciting books!
I knew she was valiantly fighting cancer for a while. She had gone into remission and then became stricken again! She passed and I miss her! We never met Babs and I. Like a few people I have met through egroups, she and I became friends and would talk often. Recently all she wanted was a bottle of Drambuie. I sent it to her enjoying the image of her taking pleasurable nips.
She and I were avid horse people and we would talk about horsey stuff only horse people could appreciate. She'd wrangled, roped in her day while I galloped and jumped fences, we being of different equestrian disciplines and how we would laugh at the stupid antics horses can do...
She was a great writing talent and magnificent poet and it was an honor to know her. She had lived a long time in Florida and finally made it back to her home state of Montana. Being Native Sioux I know Great Spirit has embraced her and the other side is that much richer for having her while we on this side feel her absence.
She was a woman of courage, fortitude, compassion and talent. All who knew her were blessed. I also know if anyone could take the Dram with her, it was Babs.
I had a wonderful time as guest with Theresa Chaze on her program yesterday (which can be accessed here: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/theresachaze We covered a wide range of topics. Even if you missed the live program you can still drop by and listen!
Theresa is a High Priestess, author and publisher (Valkyrie Publishing). Please visit her website at theresachaze.com
Don't forget my book, HER GODMOTHER, can be ordered through barnesandnoble.com, amazon.com, through your favorite bookstore and all stores everywhere.
You must stop by the youtube link below and see this wonderful trailer my colleague, Theresa Chaze produced! It is absolutely delightful and will enlighten the spirit.
Here I was again. From the time I was nine each time my mom went to the hospital I would wonder "Is this it?". "Will she survive?".
My mother became disabled from a massive stroke when I was nine and what followed was a life in which she was isolated by the loss of speech which left her uttering only a garbled jumble of words that only I learned to understand. Despite this severe speech limitation and shuffling walk which was also an effect of her massive stroke, she was well liked and respected by all she met.
During our life together there were more trips to the emergency room and subsequent hospitalizations than I can count. Each time I would ask myself--”Is this it?”
During what was to become her last year, I began to look at the very real possibility that I might lose her. I was terrified. A large part of who I was would be gone as well. After all I had been her “translator” and advocate since my childhood. I suddenly realized looking out for my mother was a life purpose. How would I fill that part of me that would be buried with her?
She was admitted and this time, due to high fevers, there were days she not know me or afterwards recall that I had been there everyday for hours to give her full care. Each day that she did not know me I worried if she had had another stroke, would she survive and if she did, would she ever remember me again? I wondered when did she become so fragile? In my mind she had always been and still was a fighter and I wanted “her” back!
But I also finally realized, despite all the coming back from every medical emergency possible, that she was after all mortal. It is so strange when you have indomitable people in your life. Even though you know better it just seems they will always be there. It suddenly dawned on me she could leave at any time. I know this material life is not eternal but I suddenly realized that the question was also not so much would she survive but, how could I if she didn‘t? Our lives had ever been intertwined. From the age of nine I was her link to all things that normalized her life. So much of my life had been wrapped around my mother how would I survive when the need to be, my purpose, would be gone? I then realized my worries were as much about me as about her. Seeing her in a hospital bed yet again pressed that life long question upon me once again. I wondered how much she, a ninety-three year old woman, now totally helpless and dependent on total care, could take. She seemed so small, like a broken doll but unlike a broken doll she had her mental faculties trapped in a body no one but me could understand. No one but me could hear her voice which is why I was always her voice.
I realized that as she continued to become repeatedly ill her last year I evolved from not wanting her to leave me to wanting what was best for her.
I am not a religious person but I am a spiritual one and I realized it was time for me to pray. I prayed for the outcome that would be for her greater good whether I would understand it not, whether I wanted it or not. I prayed with trust that the Creator I believed in would deem what the best was and I especially prayed that I would accept it.
In praying for surviving without mom, I had great cause to think on what I had learned from her. I had learned to laugh no matter what, that the mind is stronger than the body, to live life with faith and never quit.
The next she passed away. She was almost ninety-three. A good long age, many would say but, her life (and mine) was one of harsh battles with her increasing disabilities but you know what? At her passing, she survived seventeen heart attacks and more than twenty strokes and the ravages of Parkinson’s. It was not until she was eighty-eight that she was no longer capable of walking at all. It was not until her final year that she began to need nitroglycerin, oxygen and suffered numerous bouts of aspiration pneumonia. It was one such bout that compromised her heart causing her to “cross” in her sleep.
I realized she was my life model as she never gave up! She loved to laugh with family and friends, take herself to the movies while I was at work and overindulge my daughter with ice cream.
I look back now and how she loved of seizing her freedom, cane and all, to leave the house without a note or a call for as long as she wished. I remember how these antics use to frighten and infuriate me. Yet now I feel a great pride.
But I I hold within me the life spirit she possessed. I honor and remember this for this is her legacy. Ironically I honor the will, strength, determination and stubbornness that used to frustrate me so much because I know she taught me the survival tools I needed and used myself so many times in my own life. She also influenced my career. All the advocating I did for her made me a superb disabilities specialist and advocate. Because I had to be her voice, I became intellectually outspoken at a very early age. The skills I learned as a child as a result of advocating for my mother has made me the effective communicator I am today.
Though she is gone for a while I am still disoriented by her passing. I have not yet gotten accustomed to the fact that there will be no more emergency calls or plans to see her for dinner.
But since I have inherited her stubborn streak single mindedness of purpose when I have to this is when I feel her closest to me--when I am not giving in.
In her own way she was a master magician-defying the diagnosis and prognosis of all doctors until she passed at the age of ninety-three! Magic is a matter of the mind after all...
For a glimpse of the healing of magic view this book trailer:
HER GODMOTHER BOOK TRAILER, Produced by Valkyrie Publishing, thresachaze.com
Available at fine bookstores and barnesandnoble.com and amazon.com
I am an eclectic Witch and founder of Quantum spirituality, The Science of Change as well as author of Gifts Of The Spirit and Her Godmother. I am a widely published columnist and have been a political radio commentator in New York as well as a political podcaster. My husband and I share our lives with four horses, five cats, two dogs and a tempermental parrot! Please visit my website at
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