
WHOLE mood. Body Suit. Stephen King. And ME. š¤

I believe in angels.
Iāve seen them. I have felt them. And I know that they are there. With us. Always.
There are times when I can feel them immensely.
And the times when I canāt feel them as strong… I long for them.
I have three key angels that are my guardians. My aunt Stacy. My grandpa Guarino. And Mary Magdalene. They are always with me.
I first saw my aunt Stacy in angel form when we lived in Germany. She had passed away in a car accident. I remember being in my moms room and looking into the bathroom and seeing this great light form and I knew it was her. I was so little. 4 or 5 years old. She still visits me often. The last time I felt her and my grandpa immensely was when I gave birth to my son. They visited us in the hospital.
My Grandpa Guarino is a little bit more subtle… but I feel him. When he passed away, he waited for me to get to the hospital before he left his human form. I was by myself. He had been in and out of the hospital and I was the only one that lived nearby. My parents were in Boston and siblings scattered between Florida, West Georgia, and Massachusetts. When he went back into the hospital my mom called and asked me to visit him that day. When I showed up he was non-responsive but his vitals were fine. I said… hey Grandpa Iām here. And within 10 minutes his vitals started to plummet unexpectedly. I had on my student echo scrubs and the male nurse came whipping around the corner to check on him. I donāt know why I didnāt realize what was happening when his telemetry was buzzing off. At first the male nurse thought I was a student and made the comment ādonāt you die on me.ā And as he was responding to my grandpa deteriorating he realized I was his granddaughter and his demeanor changed. Then a flood of people came running in trying to work on saving my grandpas life. They were giving his chest compressions and I was standing there crying watching it all. Then the doctor came in while they were working on him saying āthis wasnāt supposed to happen like thisā to me and got some nurses to whisk me across the hall into another room and I could still see them and hear them working on him until he left us. When they called his death they brought me back into the room where his cold body lay. They handed my tissues and placed my hand in his cold, lifeless hand. And all I could do was cry. He waited for me to get there before he left his body. And to this day, I keep his rosaries hanging all over my house and next to my bedside. And I feel him all the time. Itās subtle… because he was always so subtle and quiet. And you know… he wasnāt my ābiologicalā grandpa… or even my Dads ābiologicalā dad…. but he took in my Dad and raised him as his own… and Just like my Dad and Grandpa, they both took me as their own and raised me as theirs. My protectors. And just as I type this… a picture on my wall that is taped up falls down. Heās here. I know.
My life is so at peace these days. And a little facial just makes it even lovelier. And Mary… well Mary knows best.
Song: Veins By: Mt. Wolf
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Slow Flow… Soul Flow…
Channeling Mary Magdalene…
Divine Feminine…
Awaken…
Red… Red… Red…
Holy… Red… and Holy…
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This past New Moon fell on December 29th…in the midst of Mercury in retrograde. The day before I spent the afternoon on Tybee at the beach by myself. What I needed was to be loved. The trouble with my own loving kindness is that I’ve offered it up…many times. And there have been times when I have offered up my love and kindness only to find that it was never enough. Those times hurt the most…it is then when I have suffered from my own kindness the most. But I sat there…felt sad for lost friendships and lost loves…collected some sea shells and put them in a rosary pouch along with a rosary that some lady gave to my oldest daughter at my grandpas funeral…
And that night, when I got together with my moon goddess friends, I balled… crying like a baby when I blindly drew my goddess card for the lunar month…I drew Mary Magdalene. She came to me when I needed it…for two reasons. One for receiving unconditional love and one for remembering my Grandpa…two unrelated happenings. To make things clear…my Grandpa gave me nothing but unconditional love and the meaning of this card represents two separate things in my life…
If you don’t believe in the universe and the magic of it all…the synchronicities, the happenings, the reasons for it all, I would hope that this inspires you to do so…this is what it mean for me…
Firstly…Mary Magdalene represent unconditional love…something that I’ve been needing. Unconditional love. Say it again. Unconditional love.
On the card it reads: “Love yourself, others, and every situation – no matter what the outward appearances may be.”
In the book it says:Ā “Don’t worry what others think or say. Heal this situation with love. Send love to those who have hurt or misjudged you. Forgive yourself for what you think you’ve done or not done. Release old unforgiveness toward others to help yourself heal and move on.”
Something I needed to hear and feel. Unconditional love. Say it again. Unconditional Love. So I suppose the only thing left to do is fly…heal and move on.
I cried…again thinking about lost friendships and lost loves…
And then secondly…I thought about my grandpa and this strange pull I’ve been feeling to go to church at St. Anne’s Catholic church…
Then today on the way home from Florida I propped up my Mary Magdalene card on my dash board..snapped a pic of her and sent it to my goddess friends saying “Mary and Me”…and then thought of my grandpa again.
He was a devoted Catholic until the day he passed away…I was never raised Catholic, but my Dad was and my Grandpa…And while I’m thinking about him and the Catholic church and Mary Magdalene my dad texts our family group asking how old my Grandpa was when he passed away…strange that he texted it instead of just asking my mom next to him…but he asked that question in a group message…another sign.
My grandpa was 78 when he passed away…he waited for me to get to the hospital before he did…I watched him slip away by myself…my parents were living in another state at the time and were back and forth while my grandpa was in and out of the hospital. It all happened so fast…I just cried while they worked on him…while one of the doctors was saying “This wasn’t supposed to happen like this.” But he was ready…he was ready to go home. They let me hold his hand after they couldn’t revive him and I knew he had already gone. I still think of him every day…and I know he is around me…and I think that he would want me to go to church…and I think that I will.
Love & Moonlight,
Kelly
Moving through things…finding peace…finding unconditional love…flying.