by Kim | May 29, 2010 | Stories about Angels submitted by Clients |
A quick note by Kimspirational:
Jesse Todd is not alone when it comes to having visitations through dreams from past loved pets
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I had some very uplifting and “real” dreams after my dog Raven died and so when Jesse submitted his dream below about his beloved cat that passed, I couldn’t stop thinking about my baby girl. Reading Jesse’s words left me feeling at ease, knowing that she too is at home and at peace, like Raggy, the cat. The following pic of Raven is dedicated to all those that have lost a best friend (from the animal world).
Miss you Raven, though I know that you’ll always be with me, sometimes I miss just hearing you snore beside me. Thank you for keeping me company all those lonely nights.
Kimspirational
My dream came to me when I was a young child, due to the death of a beloved animal friend. I was in the car with my mother when we took one of our cats to the vet. He died of an infection that was painful to watch. I witnessed his suffering, and it really stuck with me afterwards.
I couldn’t stop picturing how much pain he had been in, and would cry myself to sleep thinking that there was nothing anyone could do to help him. It was shortly after his death that the dreams I never forgot to this day began.
The first came to me much like a normal non-sensical dream would, in the home I grew up in. I started out unaware that I was dreaming, going about whatever business had caught my attention. I was in the dining room of my home, walking across the room. As dreams have a habit of doing, everything shifted and for a moment time stood still. As it would happen, at the same time I suddenly knew that I had been dreaming and something had changed. I knew someone else was in the room with me, and that I should turn around. When I turned to face the doorway, there was my cat (Raggy we called him) looking back at me.
As you can imagine, I was excited to see him alive and well. I ran to him with tears in my eyes, exclaiming that I’d missed him and wished that he could stay. I knew he had to leave, though of course he (being a cat) said nothing. I also knew that he wanted me to know something.
This is where it gets a little hazzy for me, because it was then that (with his paw) he slid to me a gift. I ignored the gift, leaving it unopened. I wanted him to stay, ignoring the fact that he was giving me a message. When he finally left, the dream resumed where it had left off. Once again I was unaware that I was dreaming, and that Raggy had ever been there.
The next day I remembered the dream but thought nothing of it and went about my business. However, it was that night that everything became much clearer to me.
I had another dream, and this one much more clear than the last. Next door to my house was the Seaweed Pie Cafe, a tourist attraction for my small town growing up. In the dream, everyone in town was nextdoor skating across a thin sheet of ice in the middle of summer. Of course, I was there walking amongst them all.
Like the night before, I suddenly came to the realization that I was in a dream, but someone else was sharing it with me. When I turned to face my yard, I could once again see my cat waiting for me. This time, however, he was not alone.
I walked up warily to my cat, who stood by a man in a brown trench coat and hat that left his face shaded from the light. He didn’t feel threatening to me, but he definitely didn’t feel like he was a part of my dream either. My first thought was “Is this God?” At the time I knew the answer was no, but I was sure that he was more than just a messenger.
I greeted Raggy again and said my goodbyes, feeling that all familiar pang of loneliness as he left. As I turned my attention to the man, he told me I didn’t need to be sad anymore. He pointed to the sky, and when I looked up I saw a pure white owl flying through the sky. The man told me that owl was for Raggy, and that he had moved on.
I can’t to this day quite remember his exact words, but he told me that Raggy had ascended to a better plain and that he would be born again in time. I remember feeling comforted by his words, and woke up a much happier child than before. I was positive I had been visited by an angel, possibly even an archangel. The man had seemed so powerful to me.
For a long time I didn’t tell anyone what I dreamed, but I always remembered the strangely real quality of that dream.
What made me write to you about it is that I saw in the booklet you gave me, that a symbol for rebirth is the white owl. I never knew that until I saw it in your booklet, and so I thought I would share that story.I think that dream helped me be open to anything outside the norms that society seems to place on people. Who knows, had I not ever had those dreams, maybe I would never have signed up for your classes!
Anyways, thanks again for the experience and I look forward to seeing you in the future.
Jesse Todd
by Kim | May 26, 2010 | Messages from Angels, Weekly Inspiration |
Forget about what you know! Forget everything you were ever taught for just a moment. Stop! Stop and quit listening to that old thought programming that has been taught to you by family, teachers and other important figures in your life. Those belief systems, ingrained in your brain, are beliefs indeed, but many of them are fear based beliefs from those of other people who are led by their ego. Defy gravity and go against the grain.
Believe the unbelievable. Miracles really do happen. There will always be events in our lives like dreams that come true, seeing things before they happen. There will also always be voices that make us wonder if we are just making it all up and there will be lots of ego led individuals to lead you to believe so. All of these events can be seen as defying normal logic. This is true, however, define normal! Believe for you, not for others.
Your own head, not others, gets intuitions, dreams, gut feelings, knowings, etc, . All of these things happen to us for a reason. It is up to us to figure out the why’s. What do you think these are in the first place? Who is it that is talking to you? If it was your ego, then the feeling will not be empowering, positive, uplifting, encouraging. If those feelings are your inner voice, you will not be confused, unfocused, upset to your stomach. Your higher self knows the truth.
Stop juggling with the ego and the inner voice. Just tell the ego to go away and ask your angels and Holy Spirit to help you hear and believe your inner voice. Your inner voice is the one connected to the Universal wisdom. It is the one that connects you to the Oneness.
The ego will teach you that you are separate from others and that you are alone.
You are not alone. Believe Child! You need to believe!
by Kim | May 18, 2010 | Weekly Inspiration |
“Your purpose is like mine and mine is like others. We are all here to combine our knowledge, our dreams; our inner strengths. As long as we are doing what makes our own heart sing, then we are making the world sing. When the world sings…then the universe sings. When the universe sings, we are all one; one massive, expanding, rejuvenating ball of love.
Are you singing? Are you doing what makes your heart resonate? If you are, I congratulate you and encourage you to encourage others to do the same for themselves. Help them discover how.
If your heart does not yet sing… then “I” encourage you!!!!!!!!!! If I encourage you, then you sing. If you sing, then I sing even louder. For now I will sing for you.”
Love, light, healing and protection from my heart to yours,
Kimspirational
by Kim | May 15, 2010 | Stories by Kimspirational herself |
In 2006 I had the unique opportunity to go to Uganda, Africa to volunteer and teach orphans at the school called Nakitokolo Primary School for 7 weeks. I was able to visit students at their homes, as well as get to know them personally at the school. It was really one of the most amazing experiences I have ever had. I had travelled for some time before this, having lived in Seoul, South Korea for nearly 4 years, and in Australia for one year, I was able to visit many countries and experience many different cultural events. I had thought that I had seen it all. However, I have to admit the many country’s that I had backpacked through and experienced still did not prepare me for Africa. It was much rougher than I had imagined and yet more beautiful than anything I would have ever expected.
While I taught them the importance of phonics, they taught me far greater lessons than I could have ever imagined. Not only did they prove that ants are a great source of protein, but they also taught that we can go with far less in our society and achieve greater happiness then we thought. They had no basics, like shoes, underwear or even beds and yet their smiles were plentiful and large, like their hearts.
With only $6000 CAN, 4 oversized bags and some amazing friends and family, we (my partner at the time) had 42 desks and 2 blackboards made. The new kitchen finished and started a new building for classrooms. We bought books for all ages, provided medicine to local clinics, gave clothing and footwear to over 100 children, bought 9 mosquito nets, provided eyewear and sunglasses (Thank you Sun Dog Eye Wear), toys, puppets, 24 etch-sketches, 18 beds, 2 mattresses, bed sheets, a volleyball net and court, First Aid Supplies and lots and lots of laughter. It was truly amazing what could be done with so little. I would go back in a second still today.
I have never felt more excited than the day we provided the 18 beds to the orphans. The whole school ran out cheering and they clapped and chanted and patted the backs of those who were receiving the beds. There was no jealousy, only joy and pure love for one another that day. They all taught me so much by their united reaction.
I smiled a lot and yet there were days that I couldn’t help but notice the hardships that these wonderful people endured. 30% of the children we taught had AIDS for example; they were orphaned by parents who died of complications of AIDS. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the children having to carry water on their heads nearly a mile uphill for drinking. The water we fetched from was green and stagnant. It had to be boiled by scrap wood that was dwindling. I could only see the downside some days. It was hard for me to keep my chin up.
One student, in particular stands out in my mind as a teacher to me and helping me truly understand what life was about. Frank was his name. I was crying and crying one day and he came up to me and asked what I was crying over. I was devastated from some of the poverty that I was seeing while visiting the houses. I expressed that it was hard to see and that I would soon be moving back to Canada and I felt so guilty having so much. Frank grabbed my face and looked me very close in the eye and said “Kimberley look at me. Really look at me. I am happy. I am an orphan, yes and no I have nothing… it is true, but it is you who is crying. Cry for you Kimberley. It is you who cannot go without. We are happy and we will be ok.†It was true. It was me who had to have my camera with me all the time, and money in my pocket and I was the one fainting from eating less and I was the one complaining that they were without. Not them. I learned a lot from that 14 year old that day.
My most memorable moment while in Uganda was that week we had Monsoon type rainfalls. It was terrible. We had to go in a village, within a village and into another village to get into the school and even the motorbikes couldn’t pass through the mud and water. I had made my students promise they would show that day, as we had another few weeks to get them to a certain level of reading and I was determined to get them to where I promised. It took a long time to get there, and I was taking a chance of meeting up with venomous snakes that sometimes took advantage of travelling through the water during such rainfalls, but I felt I had to go in. The villagers waved and warned me not to walk too close to the high grass and to stay out of the water, but either way I was at risk. Water was everywhere and to avoid it meant to walk up by the grass. Hours later I reached the school and to my surprise, every student had tread through those muddy roads hours before me and was studying diligently in their new desks we had bought. One student, who was the better reader, was using a stick and practicing the ABC’s with the other students. I had no blackboard and so I had written the alphabet and key words, with chalk, on the wall and they were reading them off and making the sounds the letters made. I stood there so very proud and those tears that day were of joy.
I thank the children of Nakitokolo, Uganda for teaching me the meaning of life. I have never been able to have children and I don’t know if I ever will now that I am in my 30’s. I will hold you all in my memory as being the best little teachers I have ever had. Love, light to you my darlings. Now I teach others in a different way. Sometimes I see devestation in the hearts of those that I read for and sometimes I want to break down with them. I have seen a lot of pain and a lot of suffering. Some days I feel sad, as there are so many Canadians that don’t know how easy they really have it. I am crying tears right now little ones… And yes… as you taught me, I won’t feel sorry for them… my tears are for me…
Kimspirational, a.k.a. Kim. Doucette
by Kim | May 14, 2010 | Stories about Angels submitted by Clients |
Children Are amazing really! We never know what will come out of their Mouths. This client found out what life was truly about because of one of those amazing Babes.
Love, Healing and Angel Dust From My Heart to Yours,
Kimspirational, a.k.a. Kim Doucette
While dealing with a terribly dark period in my life about ten years ago, suffering from depression and feeling that I had no where to turn, I had made a plan to “end it all”. My plan consisted of a way that I thought my family would think it was an accident and I hadn’t told anyone about it. Well, one especially troubling day I told my son, who was 7 @ the time that I needed to go for a drive by myself. He looked at me very angrily shouting “You just want to get into an accident and never come back” Needless to say I was flabbergasted, so much for my plan. I honestly knew then that an Angel spoke through him. This led to a complete understanding of our spirituality and how it can affect our lives if we just “believe”.
I am pleased to say that I no longer suffer with depression as this Angel encounter prompted me to seek professional help.
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