Mandy, my boss' dog passed away this last week. She'd been a favorite in the company and everybody misses her.
Our second newsletter is due to come out on June 1st. The first one wasn't all that bad, if I do say so myself. The Google ads didn't show up, but I guess that's okay. I would have liked to have seen them there, but I probably didn't do something right. Technically, I was able to pull the whole thing together over a weekend...from conception through gathering names of folks to send it to and finally emailing it off. I used Bravenet who has some pretty neat webmaster tools available for folks to use. And, best of all, it was free.
Anyway, I worked on the 2nd one a lot last weekend. I have to say I had one of those really, really good feelings about a particular regular section I'd decided to include with each newsletter. It was to have (notice past tense) been a visit from a personality who had passed on. I mean why be a medium if you aren't going to take advantage of the condition and just talk to famous people? I don't understand why more mediums don't do it. Unless I'm unusual in that regard and I sort of think I'm not. The connection is a telephone line. You can talk to anybody. In any case, I actually had the idea to do it and our first guest was Elvis. I'm not kidding. It was a wonderful little bit he said. I just loved it. It felt wonderful to include it. I'm not, though. I saved it...though they? he? is urging me to include it here. It might not ever see the light of day otherwise. Okay...I'm game.
A Visit from – Elvis
I want to say that I’m honored to be here this afternoon. Folks just expect me to be like I was when I was Elvis the Pelvis Presley. That was then. This is now. But, to establish credibility I suppose I could do a bit of a bump and grind for you. There. Did you see that? Right. No, you didn’t. Part of channeling and talking to the Folk in Spirit who you actually knew or knew of once upon a time also means that you accept the idea that there’s life after death. Why else would I be talking to you? I’m not a ghost. I’ve gone to my heavenly reward and I don’t have any complaints. I had a good life even up until the end and I’m not sorry for a bit of it. Could I have done things differently? Sure. But, so could anybody else. No regrets. That ought to be on a banner over the Pearly Gates for folks as they enter Heaven. No Regrets.
Do I still like to sing? You bet. I’m not a singing sensation like I was then, but I still enjoy singing. So do a lot of folks who’ve passed on. We get together and sing. Mostly church music. There’s just something about a hymn.
Well, that's that. I have yet to make this blog available at the website. I just finished being at Stella Cameron's section of Writer's Space and saw she had a blog. I enjoyed hearing her talk about stuff. The backstory. The stuff you just never hear about. The real person behind the published work. Some of that comes out in what I do at Talking To Spirit, but not all of it. Nor should it being as how I get in pissy moods a lot. Not as much as I used to, but a lot. But, what does not come through, or at least, I haven't noticed it, is the caring that comes from the guides.
Like I was sitting there thinking about the work I wanted to do this weekend. And, how daunting it sometimes feels to be and I was just in the mood for a hug, I suppose. Verging on a pity me sort of a place when I caught a visual of one of the guides just holding me and cradling my head against his chest. I don't know who it was. I really don't even know if it was a he. But, it was the caring and I flat out really needed a hug right then. Now, does that happen to regular people? No. At least it didn't used to happen to me before I started channeling. Could it? Sure. Need to use your imagination...a sheesh...I think the guides are getting ribald now...but, it was a comfort to me. And, that's the kind of stuff I have never put in the website.
Okay, well, let's go. I've, once again, decided to share this blog with others. Also, for the first time I said comments were okay. Some day, I'll decide to put it on Talking To Spirit.
Okay...woof, woof and Elvis has left the building.