Confidence will attract – sometimes lots of attraction and sometimes resentment.
Those less confident are likely to be more resentful, not always, but most have experienced resentment on the part of those less capable and aware of their lack around those who are confident. Many men feel the need to project confidence – to be a man! The only problem with this is, when the attracted gets close, the chinks, the cracks in the facade become obvious.
Real confidence does not emanate jealousy, insecurity or hostility. Real confidence has no need to criticize to feel great.
Lack of confidence causes so many issues in relationships, be it love, work, or any other.
Getting along with others can be difficult without confidence. Suspecting the worst of others or always finding fault demonstrates not much confidence. Real confidence attracts great, good people, not pretentious fawners. When it comes down to it, people are attracted to confident partners who come in all shapes and sizes. Confidence is sexy!
Now those tough boys, pretend tough boys, who swagger are rarely confident. They feel if they move or look a certain way, they will attract women. They do. But those women will soon find out that there’s no real confidence. In order for these fake fellows to feel good, someone needs to feel bad. It won't be them but those close to them, like girlfriends. Just like women, men are attracted by confidence. It is sexy, magnetic, alluring. Both sexes are attracted by confidence. Being the real deal is another thing. Feeling good about yourself is the inner guide to confidence. Long term attractions will not happen when the confidence is not real. Chronic anger, jealousy, hostility, suspicion are not the signs of a confident, balanced person.
Attraction between the sexes has always been based on the confidence you exude or not. Confident people exude a great energy that the fakers cannot project long term because it’s only a facade. “Fake it until you make it” is a common saying. Fake it while you WORK on making it. Be grateful for who you are. Explore your talents, passions and abilities, learned and unlearned. Be grateful to be you and appreciate others. That is the best way to appreciate others, to be happy to be you.
There are always things you wish you could change about yourself. That's being human. However, concentrate on the best of you, eliminate what you don't like about yourself if it involves moods or being ungenerous. “Accentuate the positive” as the old song says. Be positive, see life as a miracle, an adventure, exciting. Feel lucky to have a roof, friends, job, and a life of so many possibilities. Believe that anything is possible and anything will be. Laugh often. We love you all for trying and being the best you can be.
About a month or so ago, one of my daughters came home on a Sunday with two friends. We all sat together in the living room while I gave her friends a quick Astrology reading. Dylan was rather quiet, then sad and teary as he explained that his best friend had died. He went on to add that he missed her so much. Dylan could barely talk, so my daughter fetched the tissue. Soon, both Dylan and Stephanie were crying. Stephanie's mother had died earlier this year, so she was grieving still.
At this point, my daughter looked at me and silently mouthed, "Angel reading." I nodded and asked Dylan and Stephanie if they would like an angel reading. All I needed was a name of the deceased for each of them. Coincidence? Stephanie's Mom's name was Diane. Dylan's friend's name was Diana.
As the kids (they’re in their twenties) sat together and talked, I sat at the nearby dining room table to meditate, listen, and write. Once I finished, both Diane and Diana were there near daughter and friend. Dylan began reading Diana's message and breaking down immediately. Diana had just recently died (within 2 weeks). My daughter sat, handed him tissues and held him as he cried and read. Diana, meanwhile sat on his left patting him on the shoulder, putting her spirit arm around him.
Then Stephanie sat back and read her mother's message. The tears rolled down her face. Calista moved to Stephanie's side to hug her while she read. Stephanie's Mom stood behind her, hands on her shoulders. My daughter moved back and forth between them as they re-read their readings and cried. We all talked for hours and when Steph and Dyl left, they were much happier and lighter.
A few days later, I received a phone call from Jo. She wanted angel readings for herself and a friend. Jo is a tall pretty, willowy blond with an easy smile. Allie was a short, curvy brunette with a moody energy. Both wanted to hear from their friend Diana.
As I finished my meditation, I could see Diana laughing and excited to see the blonde, not so much with the brunette. Anyway, after they left, I discovered the blonde was Diana's sister. For the last couple of weeks, Diana has been around me urging me to call her sister Jo who lived in Ontario. So, I sat down, did an angel reading and Diana came through. I called Jo who was happy to hear from me. I told her about her sister's insistence to call. I added that Allie wasn't really a good friend of Diana's as she had led Jo to believe. Jo answered that she had recently learned that. Then I sent Jo the angel reading via email. Jo sent me a note of appreciation and Diana is happy.
The people who die are usually just fine, it's the living, those left behind that suffer. Those in spirit do their best to help the living understand that death is not really death. Any time, you talk and discuss those spirits, they can hear you and show up whether you see them or not. No wonder they show up at their own funerals. All those people crying, talking and discussing the recently departed, that is a huge telegraph message.
When I am around fearful, depressed, sad, angry, hostile people, this is what I do. I visualize a white light going through me and around me, like a cocoon. In this way, I can feel what is going on, but I won't feel sad, angry, depressed or hostile. I would like to say that I do this all the time, but I don't. If I know ahead of time, for instance if I’m entering a possibly haunted house, then I am very conscious of the need for protection. Everyday outings, I rarely think of my powerful white light.
When I was a family support worker, I met with clients, social workers, supervisors, doctors, psychologists, lawyers etc. Any meeting involving clients and any of the above meant I walked in there prepared. So often there were five or more individuals around a table or a board room. Before I entered the room, I had done my yoga, a qi-jong exercise and an angel reading. When I walked in, I would light the room and send love to everyone there.
When I sent love to those who were not operating from their hearts but their egos, they acted up. I saw a few social workers jump up, bang the table, yell, go from professional to freaking out. This was all done in front of their supervisors. There were a lot of surprised reactions. I remained calm and spoke from my heart. It was easy for me since I was sending love. What was I going to get back? Every bit of support I needed was there from my boss. I can imagine those who freaked out and were seen by their bosses were not in the same position I was.
Thinking is so important. However, what you think about really counts. If you are constantly worried, guess what happens to you? Your worst fears come true. Stop. Change your thinking. Have dreams, think about the best outcome. Don't think you are tempting fate to think POSITIVELY. You will make your own life way more fun, better with the less fear you have.
When you feel scared, change your thinking to make yourself happy. What makes you feel happy, joyful, excited, thrilled? Do it. Paint, dance, cook, sing, sew, build etc. Your thoughts will change and you will become more creative. Being more creative, leads to being more creative as you feel happy, excited etc. There is no room for the negative.
Astrologically, some people seem more prone to seeing what is wrong. Sometimes they never get to appreciating what is right and great. Misery loves company. That is so true. Do you enjoy hanging around those who love to complain? It’s easy to get sucked in, to join the bitching. This is different from seeing what is wrong and fixing it. Often lots of conversations with yourself or others can be a big help. Chronic complaining is so different. The complainer develops a negative energy. I can feel it, you can feel it. Often the body posture is not straight, slightly stooped.
Who enjoys visiting such a person? Daily? Working with people who are resentful, angry, hostile, critical, depressed or constantly sad is a chore. Having to visit someone like this would have me “gird my loins” to prepare for such a visit. So, I do my best not to be around people like this too often.
The energy we project out to the world tells the world about us. What we think about most, shows. Mark Twain said something like what a man is like on the inside will show on the outside by the time he is forty. This goes for a woman too.
Good looks will only look good for so long. I have seen, beautiful women with hard hearts, angry, judgmental or arrogant look terrific at 25, but by the time 40 hits, they don't look so appealing. The hardness shows. They look arrogant and judgmental. They can still be attractive, but a lot less so now, the hardness deters me from wanting any interaction.
Several years ago, I did angel readings for a spring festival at a spa in Edmonton. There was music, twins in stilts, food, candles and Christmas lights everywhere. People were talking, laughing and moving, swaying to the music. I did so many readings in the relative darkness, that my right hand become quite tired. I did back to back readings for about six hours. I felt joyful, happy, and I loved it. Of all the women I did readings for that night, two of them stand out. Both of them were in their fifties, but they glowed. These gals emanated goodness, compassion and kindness. Their energy almost brought me to tears while I was writing down the words the angels whispered in my ears.
When I drove a school bus, I would hear the same drivers complain on the radio. The same ones had problems all the time, with angry students, parents or other drivers. Once in a while is expected, but daily? What I project to the world, I get back. I understand that. If would be so helpful if everyone knew that.
This is a topic which has affected many if not all people in their lives - prejudice. Colour, religion, country, culture, gender biases have existed for far too long! It's time to recognize every soul, human or animal has a spirit. This, all the indigenous people have recognized, means more respect for all life in all forms. But every culture has its own biases towards another culture. Everyone should get this. YOU ARE ALL HUMAN! As Shakespeare once said, "Do I not bleed when cut?" Everyone is the same. Only appearance is different. This is a time to celebrate the wonderful differences.
November 14, 2015
Some sort of terrorist attacks in Paris yesterday – can I get some answers on what to do?
We are here, of course, never left so much turmoil, so much of it deliberately orchestrated as this latest demonstration will yield.
Thank you angels
Don't pick on the weakest. Help them. We can help make them strong by being ourselves.
Weak people are never themselves. They show fear through anger, bragging, and fighting.
If you feel you have to prove yourself to others, you haven't proven it to yourself.
Be yourself, follow your heart.
Sing, laugh, dance, those things are good for the soul.
Some people are bullies with their bodies, some are bullies with their words.
BUT bullies are bullies, not strong, but weak.
Every time my family got together with cousins, grandparents etc., I would ask whomever "When is your birthday?" I did that all the time. When I married my first husband, Bruce, we lived with his parents in their house from December to April. Audrey Keay, my mother-in-law, loved to read and together we became fascinated with anything psychic. The day she bought a book on Edgar Cayce, changed me. It was 1968, I was 21 and married. When she lent it to me I discovered that astrology was like a blueprint of what each soul brings into this life. By the time my first son, Lance, was born in 1969, I was intrigued with past lives, astrology, ghosts - I was intrigued with anything and everything. This pursuit really caused me to lose total interest in the Catholic church. The church had no answers and just wanted me to have faith and not ask questions.
When I was still married to Bruce in 1971, I began reading a book by Jess Stearn called "Yoga, Youth and Reincarnation". The day I finished reading it, I signed up for the only yoga class in town. It was held at Centennial College, my alma mater where I obtained my diploma in social services in 1968. From day one I loved the exercises, and saw my body return to a great shape at the end of my 6 week course. By that time, Lance was almost 2 years old.
The whole time, I could not get enough astrology. I bought a lot of books from mail order companies, books I never saw in bookstores. I would saturate myself with astrology in three month blocks, and then switch to reading about past lives, auras, psychics, hauntings, numerology, palmistry, biorythym etc. Then I would go back to Astrology and saturate myself again. Meanwhile, at bus stops and work, parties, and actually anywhere, I was asking people their birth dates and giving them readings.
I attended Humber College at night to learn how to draw up charts. Although I had a lot of books, the math involved eluded me. Geometry was one of my worst subjects in high school. About 20 or so of us began, but by the time I finished this eight week course, 6 of us were left. I used to call the teacher all the time to ask for help. His name was Gerald. He looked like a hippie and used binder twine to hold up his pants,. He always wore sandals, had a beard, longish hair and glasses. He was a friendly Cancer and helped me a lot.
When I went to the University of Guelph in 1976, I was charging people for casting them. I used to write them out by hand. For first year Psychology class, I wrote on Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud from an astrological viewpoint: why they got together and why they could not possibly stay that way. The teacher was surprised and commented, "No one ever did that before". He stared at me for a while after my presentation.
I asked all my teachers for their birthdays to see how tough they were and whether I had to study more than they said, and of course, curiosity. No one turned me down. They all told me. I used astrology with exam dates to help me decide how much studying I needed to do. As an assignment in a third year Philosophy course, "Science of the Occult", I did the teacher's chart. He was a Scorpio and very shocked with what I had written. I ended up getting an "A"!
For a presentation in another class, I brought in a friend of mine whom I had met at Humber College, and we discussed astrology in front of a packed class. There were quite a few pontificating guys asking questions and making statements. My girlfriend would tell them they wouldn't have to accept anything if they disagreed, but not me. I would get their birthdays and go after them in front of everyone. They had to tell me their birthdays after telling me astrology is a crock. I also brought a psychic in to do readings. Bernice was a Libra and did well in front of a packed class.
Before I went to U of G, I attended The Britton Memorial Spiritualist Church Sunday evenings where psychics would do readings with the congregation. it was so much fun. Every Wednesday I took the bus to the church to develop my psychic abilities. Most of the psychics took turns teaching us and getting us to practice through meditation. The nightly psychic would go into a meditative state in order to keep an eye on the participants.
Then when I was in third year sociology, we had to do a paper on a religion. Of course, I picked the Spiritualist Church. I interviewed the psychics and wrote a paper on the church. It sure beat the boring antics of all the other churches.
By the time I had my second child, Sloane, I was able to draw charts and learn about the treasure I had given birth to. It was always fun going back to my room after each child was born to see what I had. I looked for talents, I checked my children's palms to read life lines - long, phew! Good. I had a very good friend who was an M.A. in counseling, but she could read palms well, really well.
Angel readings, well it was my Dad who came to see me in a dream. That's what convinced me. I had already studied with psychics. I had been seeing spirits at their own funerals. When I was pregnant with my first girl, I practiced meditation with a fellow who studied under Tibetan monks. I was ready, willing and able.
Follow your heart...