Full names will be in finished edition of SW book 2
“I’m going to walk around and see if I feel anything. Hopefully, we can find N’s grave,” I said.
We took our time walking the cemetery in the hot sun searching for her grave and finally found it. I looked for any deceased people roaming around, specifically N, and I didn’t feel anything of significance.
“Look, do you notice how many graves carry the name K? They must have been very prominent here. There are so many with the same last name,” I said.
I walked up the hill to the top corner and wondered if beyond the fence was the old property. There were many trees around up the hill, which is what I remembered from childhood. The rest of the area was flatter and with short bushes.
I started walking back down and noticed a nice and expensive pick-up truck pulling up to the fence. We didn’t really have a reason to be at the cemetery and we weren’t sure if we’d be questioned of our intent.
Tina was down towards the fence and they said hello to her as they got out of the truck.
The three of us kept walking around in a non-obvious manner while observing the few people. One was an older man with a much younger woman. Another person was with them and they slowly walked toward the graves.
The older man nodded at us, the woman also smiled.
“Hi,” I said.
“What family are you with?” he asked.
“Uh…we’re not. We are just visiting the area,” I said.
He mentioned that his family’s last name is K and started to question why were at the cemetery and I decided to blurt out an answer.
“We’re here to visit N’s grave.”
“Why? I’m her brother,” he said.
Well, I didn’t see that coming.
The younger woman walked up and said, “Dad?”
I looked over at Andrea and Tina made her way to us.
“Oh! Wow! We…we just read the story about her horse…L?”
“What about it?”
“It…well…just was interesting and thought…we’d visit the cemetery…so how did she die?”
“She committed suicide.”
“Oh…do you think that’s true?”
His daughter stood closer to him and immediately shut down the conversation.
In October 2017, I traveled to London, Greece and Egypt. Aside from my excitement at seeing a location I’ve never before visited (Egypt), I also knew I would come to meet some soul aspects. I just didn’t know how many.
Soul aspects are people who lived in another time frame (sometimes one or more may be alive in your current time frame) and are you in another life. An aspect is you in a past or future lifetime. They may or may not look like your current form and may or may not be the same gender as you. They have experienced their own life, which means they may have experienced trauma, abuse, love, joy, adventure, loss or anything else.
Some people have memories and/or dreams of other lifetimes. Our minds retain the experiences and then transfer to our brains. We can experience many issues in this life as a result of what we experienced in a past life, thus meeting and assisting a soul aspect who still holds onto their past issues can be quite beneficial.
Prior to arriving in Egypt, I was advised to meditate in front of the Sphinx and to look to my left, right, and slightly behind. Though the area in front the Sphinx was quite busy with tourists, I was able to focus and feel. In looking in all three directions, I saw a total of six aspects. Little did I know at the time, one of them would be very difficult to work with.
After returning to Greece for several more days, I prepared to return home to Colorado. In the early morning hours, as I packed my suitcase before the taxi arrived, my friend asked me if I remembered anything from the night before. I asked her what she meant. She shared that I was saying, in a frightened manner, “I don’t know you! I don’t know you!”
Since I had, and still have, no memory of saying this nor to whom I could have been saying it, I simply let the information sit and returned home.
Approximately a week later (having temporarily forgotten what my friend said), my husband, Robert, shared that I said the same thing, also in a frightened manner. Now I was intrigued.
My first thought was maybe I was saying this to my aspect, but at least from a higher mind perspective I do know all my aspects and history. So that didn’t make sense.
Later, I was assisted in understanding. One of my aspects had a cord. A cord is an energetic attachment that will have a negative intent. The intent is to control something or someone. Many physical people have attachments/cords that can convince a person to act on many painful thoughts. This can be substance abuse, self-harm, harming others, and/or suicide. The results of a cord can also be depression, anger, denial, and many other painful responses.
A cord comes from another person (physical person or a nonphysical/ghost person). The person doing the cording (attachment) is trying to control something. The person who is corded may feel they have little power over their emotions and reality.
Not everyone who is depressed, angry or suicidal has a cord, but many do.
With assistance, I understood the person cording my aspect was coming to me to try and pretend HE was my aspect. From a higher mind perspective, I knew the cord was only trying to manipulate and I was resisting him.
With my guides’ assistance, I saw that my true aspect has blonde short hair. Later I was also told he lived in the 1400’s in London. This explained why my first trip to London, in October, meant so much to me. I absolutely love London.
More than once, Robert told me I was yelling at someone in my sleep. I never have memory of talking in my sleep, but I can probably assume it was connected to the cord.
It was time for me to begin working with this pained aspect, to help him heal in order to let the cord detach from his energy.
A physical person, who is corded, would most benefit from a Life Energy Flow Tai Yi treatment to remove the cord. Even nonphysical ones can have a cord removed by another who knows how to do it. I came to realize my aspect simply didn’t want his cord removed.
In my first meditation, I went to him so we could talk. He was already there waiting for me. As I spoke with him, generally offering my assistance, I took his hand. I could feel warmth in my physical hand as I touched his in the meditation. He did not seem willing to accept my assistance but did not immediately walk away. In ending the meditation, I promised to return.
Procrastination became a theme in working with my aspect. So many times I would find something ‘more important’ to do instead of working with him. I knew I would need to move past this resistance.
Two weeks later, I went into a meditation to visit with him again.
“I was told not to trust you,” he said.
“Of course you can trust me, we are of the same soul,” I said.
He didn’t look convinced, but he did show me an image.
In the image, he was shaking a woman by the shoulders and telling her she needed to admit guilt to someone. The feeling he offered me was that he was convincing her to admit guilt to something she didn’t do, but would allow him to avoid punishment. She did admit guilt and was punished. He then carried guilt for doing this.
“You have to forgive yourself,” I said, after he showed me the image.
“I’m done talking!”
He turned and walked away leaving me there with no idea what to do.
Later I was advised that if he does that again, to place myself in front of him instead of allowing him to leave. If he turns to leave again, to move again in front of him.
A few days later, I returned to him. I implored the need to forgive himself. His energy seemed slightly better, but I knew I had much work ahead of me.
A week later, I decided to call him to me instead of going into meditation. I called him just like I would any nonphysical person. I waited a few minutes and then felt him arrive.
He seemed better, but I was cautious since I knew the cord had a lot of power behind it and can manipulate. I, again, expressed love, patience, and kindness to him. I advised him to forgive himself and that it’s ok to heal. He didn’t say much but seemed to listen to at least part of what I said.
Soon after that I received a Life Energy Flow Tai Yi treatment. This particular treatment is designed to assist pained aspects. As a physical person, I would receive the treatment, but the energy was more for the pained aspects to assist them. My focus, my desire, my hope was for the treatment to help my London aspect release the cord that was attached. It seemed with every meeting with him, he took in little bits of information, but ultimately the cord seemed to have the control.
I gave the treatment time to assist him before I tried to speak with him again. In the meantime, I had a dream in which I was being restrained by two humans and tried to fight it.
A few days later, I called him to me again.
“Are you still corded?”
“Are you sure?”
“What caused your fear? What were you so afraid of?” I asked.
“Of being alone.”
“But I’m here, a part of you. I love you…”
He did not say anything and simply left. I had doubt that his cord was removed, but I wanted to hope.
In the meantime, I began to see the subtle influence the cord had on me, though it was not attached to me directly. The cord’s influence would lead me to pull back-almost like wanting to hide, to go into resistance. I realized, for a while, occasionally I would feel this but did not recognize its source. Now I began to see…
A few weeks later, I went back into meditation to the aspect instead of calling him to me. I could see from his lack of progress that nothing changed and his cord was still influencing him.
“I don’t want to talk with you,” he said and started walking away.
I jumped in front of him. He turned and I jumped in front of him again. We stood staring at each other for a moment, but I didn’t know what to say anymore. I felt confused and defeated.
What was I to do with this? I felt like I was hitting my head against a brick wall with nothing to show for it. I felt like nothing productive was happening.
Soul Aspects Part II coming soon!
Silent Whispers release date is January 11th, 2018
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At age 18, I was bored and decided to buy some groceries around 10pm at night in south Colorado Springs. Not the wisest choice, being alone during the shopping trip.
Upon entering the store’s entryway, I noticed two men leaning against the wall. In my peripheral vision, I saw them look me up and down. I avoided eye contact and made my way up and down the aisles selecting the products I needed.
I noticed them at the end of one of the aisles, again staring at me. I, again, avoided eye contact and tried to appear confident. I was not feeling confident.
A few minutes later, I noticed them again. While checking out with my groceries, I saw them standing near the entryway, looking at me.
Ask for someone to escort you out, Tami
I’m sure my guides were telling me to ask for help with going to my car in the dark. I’m sure I wasn’t listening very well. At age 18, I wasn’t a great listener to advice.
I also tend to be under dramatic, when many times, action needs to be taken.
I walked by the two men near the doorway who continued to look at me and I continued to look ahead. Pushing the cart towards my car, I saw they began following behind me. I started to feel nervous. The lighting in the parking lot was dim.
What do I do? I’m all alone. Not one person is out here and it’s dark. I don’t want to scream.
I could hear them walking up behind me and it felt as if they increased their speed. I didn’t have my keys out yet. Something I always do now, along with never shop at 10pm by myself.
Out of the blue, a tall person, probably male, was in the parking lot walking towards the store. He was quite a ways away but had an empty shopping cart and was making noise with it, seemingly on purpose.
This scared away the two men and I rushed to my car, never looking at that person either.
I never found out who that mysterious ‘person’ was. A guide who took on physical form? A higher being who took on physical form?
I didn’t look back to see if he entered the building, nor if the men drove away. I just knew I was safe. To this day, I carry gratitude for the assistance and always a curiousity to exactly how energy works and manifests.
In August 2016, my husband, Robert, and I stayed in a one-hundred-year-old cabin near Beulah, Colorado. This was an interesting cabin. It had an electric stove and some dim lights, but no running water or bathroom. It was essentially camping with a bed, roof, and stove.
My aunt, Tina, had used an ancestor website to do some research on our ancestors on my paternal grandmother’s side of the family.
We were all surprised to learn that my great great grandmother, Lena, was full-blooded German. She came over to the United States with her siblings and mother, seemingly leaving the rest of her family back in Germany.
Upon arriving here she met an American man, married and had five children. Unfortunately, her husband left her for another woman and she died at the age of 47 while some of her children were still growing up.
What made this interesting was that Tina learned Lena’s grave was in Beulah. How Lena came all the way to Beulah, a tiny town even now, back in her time frame was a mystery. I wanted to visit her grave to see if she would appear and I could ask her questions. I wasn’t expecting another visitor…or two…or three.
To this day after that experience, I’m not so sure I want to visit graveyards anymore.
The town graveyard was decent. It was obvious the older headstones were not maintained and the newer ones were. Except for Lena’s grave. Her grave had many lilies planted in a circle around her grave. No one else’s older grave had flowers.
There were many unmarked graves as well, but Lena’s was well marked.We did notice a large hunting knife stabbed into the ground near her grave. A bit creepy?
I was visiting her grave with Robert and my family. Lena did not show up, but we walked around reading other headstones, enjoying a warm summer afternoon.
In our cabin, early morning (around 3am), I woke up and saw a male child standing at the foot of the bed. I acknowledged his presence and fell back to sleep. A few hours later, upon fully waking up, I heard, “Matthew, Matthew, Matthew.”
I’m betting that is his name. I should go back to the cemetery and see if I find his headstone.
Later in the day, walking the cemetery for a headstone with the name Matthew, I saw the same little boy’s spirit standing ahead and away from me.
“Matthew, show me your headstone.”
He pointed along one row. I walked to him where he remained and then he led me to one spot.
“But it’s not marked…let me keep walking and see if a Matthew shows up on a stone.”
I walked around more, never ONCE seeing a Matthew written anywhere. I found this strange since it’s a common name.
I looked back to the original spot and he was still standing there waiting patiently for me.
After walking back, I put my hand on the grave to feel the energy and allow it to form images in my mind. I figured I would see a child who was sick and poor perhaps. Too poor for his name to be etched into stone.
That’s not what I saw.
I was shown Matthew being grabbed by two large men. They were dragging him and he was screaming for help. He was wearing a stripped shirt and jeans. He had brown/auburn hair that needed a trim. He looked a tad dirty and getting more dirty as he was being dragged by these two seemingly angry men.
I knew they were going to murder him and I stopped watching.
“I’m so sorry Matthew…I’m sorry. You don’t have to be in pain anymore. There’s help…you always have help.”
His energy started shifting after he was able to tell someone about his murder. I asked him to stand next to his headstone and I took his picture with my phone.
I continued back to Lena’s grave and this time she was there. She expressed her anger and resentment. I could understand she was angry, but it became obvious she had not fully crossed over. I would continue to work with her especially after learning she is my spirit aspect.
I am my great great grandmother.
That night at dinner, I showed my father the picture I took.
“What do you see aside from a headstone?”
He focused on the photo and said, “There’s a boy there.”
“Matthew, he was murdered. I think he’s moving on now.”
That last night in the cabin more nonphysicals came to tell me how they were murdered. The picture they showed was death by drowning in some small body of water. It almost looked like a Baptism from long time ago. They were angry too….
The cabin itself wasn’t haunted, but the cemetery was! I later learned a nonphysical male followed me home…an angry male who was angry with Lena and wanted to take it out on me.
The next time you visit a cemetery, check your car for any folks who decided to hitch a ride with you…
Walking into the hotel, I didn’t notice much. I was looking forward to unloading my car for the one-night stay and heading to the restaurant for a nice dinner.
After unloading my belongings into my room, I began to notice several deceased people in my room and in the hallway. Some were obvious and some were a spark of light as I walked the hallway. I began to wonder how well I would sleep. I knew they couldn’t and probably would not want to hurt me, but still…kind of creepy.
After a very nice crab cake appetizer, curry chicken soup (to die for-no pun intended), and a green salad, I was ready to head back to my room. I had previously promised my nonphysical roommates I would listen to their stories after dinner.
In a timely and convenient (always a nice surprise) manner, I noticed an entity seemingly ready to speak.
“I’m all alone,” she said.
“How are old are you?” I asked.
“Why are you here?”
“I don’t know. I just end up here, over and over and over.”
“What do you mean, you try to leave?”
“Yes. I walk around and around trying to find a way out.”
“But you don’t know how you got here?”
“No, don’t you understand?!”
“You know there are many others here like you, right?”
She seemed confused by that.
“They’re walking around, like you.”
She doesn’t see them.
“What is the last thing you remember?”
I noticed the curtains behind her. The plastic long rod that pulls the curtains closed kept swaying back and forth, back and forth. I had been over there previously and had not felt a breeze nor was it windy outside.
“Fishing? Who were you fishing with?”
“What do you remember next?”
“It got dark really fast.”
“We started running for the tent, we were going to camp.”
“I don’t remember, everything went black.”
“Where were you fishing?”
“At a lake.”
I had been having many extraterrestrial experiences lately, so my natural thought process was in the direction of extraterrestrials.
“Do you remember seeing a light or hearing a humming noise?”
Well, either she wasn’t abducted or she doesn’t remember being abducted.
“Did you know you have guides?”
“Guides…who can help you?”
In that moment, the higher Beings came in, four of them advising me to help her move on. I knew she couldn’t see them.
“Do you see a light?”
“No…I don’t know.”
“You can move into it and out of here.”
“I don’t trust it…”
“Call it heaven or another universe or something else… but it carries peace.”
I gave her time to cross over and she did.
The curtain rod stopped moving.
A couple more came in and then left. A male in particular. We’ll see if they return…hopefully before my bedtime!
The benefit of being a medium is knowing when to ask your grandson, who has the ability to see and hear ghosts, how many ghosts are in his mother’s new apartment.
“Five,” he said.
Onward I go to the apartment to see three there and command they leave. It amazes me how easily they are drawn to my grandson.
But wait…they’re drawn to me too…