Author Archives: Paula Jones

Signs, signs….everywhere a sign…

I asked, and I have received.   I have DREAMED of having a mobile studio.  Candy…my little Scamp camper didn’t quite cut it….too small…so I went the other direction and bought a 32 foot fifth-wheel, and 3/4 diesel truck (Chloe and Blanca Bad A$$), only….too big.

I finally settled on just right – kinda like Goldilocks.

Agnes – is a 17 foot RPod – complete with a bathroom (OMG….so needed one!) and now, a full service studio!!!  I had a pretty strong vision one night of how to do it, and less than a week later….it was DONE!!!

It’s perfect.

I couldn’t ask for anything nicer.

As the monkey mind would have it – I have second guessed a lot.

Who am I to deserve, let alone DO this sort of a journey??!!!

And so, I asked for signs from GUS.

Where ever I am supposed to go, and if I am supposed to be an artist on the road – give me signs.

Within 30 minutes of posting on social media – I received a message from both my gallery owner and his wife – “Come to our lake house at Smith Lake north of Birmingham!”

Done.

First sign.

I stopped in Little Rock to have lunch with a friend and to pick up a painting…Metamorphosis…for the gallery.

We went to….

GUS’S!!!

Best fried chicken ever.

Second sign.

The neighbors across the road are true creatives…as we were touring their magical compound, filled with all kinds of dragonfly sculptures – I ran across a cocoon – and he said – it’s metamorphsis!!  Number three.

One of the son’s name is Miles – I told him – my son’s middle name is Miles – He said – Mine too!!!

Barry – the neighbor – brought me flowers – the vase I had to put them in had dragonflies on it.

They keep coming – like breadcrumbs (if you want to take a chance on critters eating them…lol) or pebbles in the forest – every day, or several times a day.   Sometimes so miniscule, that someone who might not be looking would miss them, but, to me they are glaring signs.

It’s a reminder to me of how magical this journey really is….but….I (we) have to be quiet and observant to receive the messages.

We all could use some quiet…away from the noise….the endless chatter of life….time to just be alone and listen to the messages.

Unfortunately, we live in a society where we have been programmed to stay busy, and keep up with the Joneses.  We are bombarded with advertising based on fear and that we “need” the latest and greatest of everything, so that we can be “better, greater, richer” etc, than anyone else….

I guess this blog is about being quiet…and being present in the moment….The sunlight as it streams in your windows in the morning.  The sound of the doves calling to each other.  The smell of sage burning.  The feel of the cool breeze. The taste of your first cup of coffee.

Blessings to all of you….For today…for five minutes…turn off your phone….and just BE PRESENT.

May We Walk Together As One.

Paula

 

 

 

I’m Calling Bull Crap…

Growing Love

(I’d say the other word, but social media tends to frown upon my typical language…LOL!!!)

….on those that say – just think nice thoughts because that’s how you create your reality.

AND, here is why.

Sometimes, our “issues” are not in the here and now, but deeper than that.  It takes a really GOOD intuitive energy healer to truly dig down to the core issue.

For years, I was convinced that there was something wrong with me.   I tried changing my thought processes, but, I always seemed to revert back to the same “Nobody likes me.  Every body hates me.  I’m gonna go eat worms.” way of thinking.

I have worked with numerous healers over the past ten years, and basically they all said the same thing…which was…you just need to get your crap together. Stop focusing on the bad…etc etc…

But, for me, that just led to more pain. Because, no matter how hard I tried – I always failed…

It was only after working with Brooke Tatum of Fierce Empath, that we finally got down to the nitty gritty.  I had a very ancient ancestral black hole (BH) entity that was attached to me.  No matter how hard I tried (before knowing this), I felt like a failure, (have I said this enough???)  Which led to more beating up of self.  It became a serious spiral.  Culminating in me wanting to jump off a bridge.

Even after sending the BH back to whence it came…I was still struggling.  I felt lost – like my sails were lufting.  I couldn’t seem to get my “crap” together.

Another session led to some more deep digging.

I have spent a lifetime with certain patterns of negative ways of thinking, and although the BH was gone, I needed to retrain my brain and my heart to know that I am indeed worthy, and valuable.

I’ve been facing some deep seated demons.

Not wallering in victim hood…but really doing some deep digging. (There is a huge difference here!!!!)  Feeling the anger and the pain…and doing some serious reevaluating.

As fate would have it, Liz Gilbert wrote about Tribal Shame three years ago, and it popped up on my friend’s memories on Facebook….here is the link.  It was exactly what I needed at exactly the right time – THANKS GUS!! (She is seriously my heroine…not only is she doing the work…but she is not afraid to be human…unlike some of the rest of us!)

For those of you going through challenging times, who have worked with a healer or therapist, and you don’t seem to be getting anywhere – it’s ok to say – we are not an energetic match.  Find someone who fits YOU.  It takes courage, trust and some compassion for yourself to do this kind of work. Be prepared to have bad days, and days of elation.

Look at your crap.

REALLY LOOK AT IT.

Work with someone you trust.

Someone who believes in you.

Someone who believes in the power of the collective and how interconnected we all are.

Do it for you.

Do it for us.

Do it for love.

May We Walk Together As One.

 

 

 

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