I have this re-occuring dream, I am in a house, I know it so well now, I could make a model of it. Some of the rooms are beautiful and others are never used. There is a pool outside, which I swim in, yet the water is green. There are lots of people I know around me, but I go off to an area of the house which is untouched, old. I climb this staircase and at the top, is a corridor full of books. On the book shelf there is a small leather bound book that I need to read, I "know" it has the answer to everything. I reach out and take it off the shelf and then I bloody - well wake up!
I am sure some dream analysist would tell me that it's all about me needing to do more in my life, and obviously the book is significant with my work and the constant search for truth.
The funny thing is I have met other people who have had the same dream, even down to the details of the rooms. Are we all searching for something, knowing that there is so much more to life than what we see from day to day?
It feels for me as if there is, never before have there been more and more souls on this earth looking for a faith, a belief in something, proof of life after death, and need to give up their regular lives and follow something more spiritual. When you feel it, it's amazing and you want to share it with everyone. Like that feeling when you love someone so much that it just takes over you whole being.
I feel that we are getting closer to finding our soul purpose and beyond. You just have to believe what you see. I have already experienced incredible phenomena and I know there is more to come. I have had things happen to me that I know are beyond coincedence, and in my heart I know that it will all make sense in the end.
Thursday 31 January 2008
Tuesday 29 January 2008
Thank you
Since writing these blogs I have discovered that I have people reading them from all over the world, and some of you have made some wonderful comments and sent lovely e mails, thank you for that.
It is also lovely to know that right on my door-step I have people interested too. In fact, only yesterday, thanks to two very sweet elderly ladies, who were passing the morning over a cup of coffee, came across my blog.
I am so grateful to them both for spotting some errors I had made, and contacted an acquaintance of mine to alert me to my mistake.
I would just like to say to them both that its so flattering to know that you take the time to read my thoughts and took such trouble over alerting me to what could have been a disaster!
Sometimes in life, we forget that true kindness and friendship is right under our noses, whilst we are busy with our lives.
So thank you!
It is also lovely to know that right on my door-step I have people interested too. In fact, only yesterday, thanks to two very sweet elderly ladies, who were passing the morning over a cup of coffee, came across my blog.
I am so grateful to them both for spotting some errors I had made, and contacted an acquaintance of mine to alert me to my mistake.
I would just like to say to them both that its so flattering to know that you take the time to read my thoughts and took such trouble over alerting me to what could have been a disaster!
Sometimes in life, we forget that true kindness and friendship is right under our noses, whilst we are busy with our lives.
So thank you!
Wednesday 23 January 2008
A psychometry class
Well, another good night at the Scole Inn, this time we were Cosmic Ordering. My dear friend and fabulous author Barbara Ford-Hammond, came with me. This time we spent the evening in a private dinning room and it was a girl's night. Most of the evening resembled an episode of Blue Peter with everyone cutting and sticking from magazines, pictures that symbolized their "wants" for the future.
One lady actually found a photo of the exact church in Italy that she wanted to go to and had visited before. Since there weren't many magazines to go round it was pretty amazing.
I also showed the group how psychic they were already, and asked them all to place an object belonging to them into a bowl, then they went back to retrieve one belonging to someone else (not knowing who) and hold it in their hands to see what they felt from it. We had some wonderful results, giving everyone the confidence to know that we all have a power that we need to use more often!
Why not try this psychometry exercise at home with a group of friends, it's fun.
I am now busy putting my own mind board together, looking at it every day and doing my affirmations.
I am also on the hunt for some really good 21st century ghost stories at the moment. So if you would like to share them with me please e mail me at lizzie@lizziefalconer.com.
One lady actually found a photo of the exact church in Italy that she wanted to go to and had visited before. Since there weren't many magazines to go round it was pretty amazing.
I also showed the group how psychic they were already, and asked them all to place an object belonging to them into a bowl, then they went back to retrieve one belonging to someone else (not knowing who) and hold it in their hands to see what they felt from it. We had some wonderful results, giving everyone the confidence to know that we all have a power that we need to use more often!
Why not try this psychometry exercise at home with a group of friends, it's fun.
I am now busy putting my own mind board together, looking at it every day and doing my affirmations.
I am also on the hunt for some really good 21st century ghost stories at the moment. So if you would like to share them with me please e mail me at lizzie@lizziefalconer.com.
Sunday 13 January 2008
Extreme Pilgrim
Finally, the BBC has decided to treat us like intelligent human beings again! After a plague of rubbish on TV day after day, at last our souls are being challenged.
Extreme Pilgrim presented by Peter Owen Jones is in my opinion (and a few of my friends!) at least, a breath of fresh air. A year and half ago, whilst flicking through the channels one night, I stumbled across Peter presenting Church of England: The Power and the Glory. Then through a series of weird coincidences, I was led to meeting him.
Pete invited me to his beautiful Parish in Sussex, where I spent the day discussing everything from reincarnation to the afterlife and beyond. He is a totally inspiring vicar and although some feel he is a little unconventional, in my opinion the Church of England should be taking on more priests like him.
I understand that less than 10% of this country are church goers these days and sadly most of those who do go, are in the twilight of their life on earth. Perhaps, just checking in before they get to the pearly gates?
My Grandfather, Great Uncle and Uncle were all vicars and my father is deeply Christian, however, my conditioning was balanced with my maternal grandparents being psychic. Having any religion or faith is a wonderful asset, and far richer and more comforting than having no faith at all. I often wonder, if God placed various prophets around the world, Jesus, Buddha, etc to spread the message globally. Then as time passed, the "Word of God" simply altered to develop different beliefs. My faith is taken from various sources that feel right for me, and in essence are extracts from each religion.
If you struggle to believe in God or an afterlife, because you can't "see" it, perhaps you could compare it to love? Do you believe in love? You know it exists and yet you can't prove it. But love has the greatest effect on our emotions and our lives.
If you missed The Extreme Pilgrim you can catch it on line www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/page/item/b008nzf5.shtml?filter=azgroup%3Aefg&start=2&scope=iplayeratoz&version_pid=b008nzdy
Extreme Pilgrim presented by Peter Owen Jones is in my opinion (and a few of my friends!) at least, a breath of fresh air. A year and half ago, whilst flicking through the channels one night, I stumbled across Peter presenting Church of England: The Power and the Glory. Then through a series of weird coincidences, I was led to meeting him.
Pete invited me to his beautiful Parish in Sussex, where I spent the day discussing everything from reincarnation to the afterlife and beyond. He is a totally inspiring vicar and although some feel he is a little unconventional, in my opinion the Church of England should be taking on more priests like him.
I understand that less than 10% of this country are church goers these days and sadly most of those who do go, are in the twilight of their life on earth. Perhaps, just checking in before they get to the pearly gates?
My Grandfather, Great Uncle and Uncle were all vicars and my father is deeply Christian, however, my conditioning was balanced with my maternal grandparents being psychic. Having any religion or faith is a wonderful asset, and far richer and more comforting than having no faith at all. I often wonder, if God placed various prophets around the world, Jesus, Buddha, etc to spread the message globally. Then as time passed, the "Word of God" simply altered to develop different beliefs. My faith is taken from various sources that feel right for me, and in essence are extracts from each religion.
If you struggle to believe in God or an afterlife, because you can't "see" it, perhaps you could compare it to love? Do you believe in love? You know it exists and yet you can't prove it. But love has the greatest effect on our emotions and our lives.
If you missed The Extreme Pilgrim you can catch it on line www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/page/item/b008nzf5.shtml?filter=azgroup%3Aefg&start=2&scope=iplayeratoz&version_pid=b008nzdy
Tuesday 8 January 2008
Mirror, mirror..
Yesterday my gorgeous daughter and I took a trip to the hair dressers. Having had her cut and blow dry, she paraded around the salon glancing in every mirror, admiring herself. The stylist and I giggled at her innocent vanity, but it got me thinking, was this wrong?
Shouldn't we all believe we are beautiful in one form or another? As we grow up we get knocked along the way. As children some us were bullied at school, then there were the teenage taunts, not helped by the awkwardness fuelled by our hormones. So is it any wonder that as we launch into adulthood and begin to settle into serious relationships, our self esteem is, well, pretty buggered.
Most of us reach out for something to numb the pain. Drink, drugs, hopeless relationships, eating disorders - and the list goes on.
Having suffered from bulimia, which has nothing to do with vanity by the way, I know what it feels like to simply want to disappear. There was an overwhelming feeling that I was "in the way". Led by the feeling that I was irritating and upsetting people. Hopefully, the worst is behind me now, but it sits like a gremlin on my shoulders every day.
Nobody is perfect, including the bullies, but when one tries to give love and it is simply taken, then thrown away or you get a kick in the teeth for your trouble, your confidence evaporates and we reach for the nearest branch.
We have to stop screaming inside, and start searching inside instead. You have good qualities, talents and a uniqueness that is special and amazing. There is also an inner strength in there too, and once you have found it, it will help you to change your life forever.
My job now, is to bring up my children to believe they are beautiful on the inside and the out. If my daughter sees a beautiful person in the mirror, then she is damn right and there is no way I am taking that away from her. As for me? Well, I will keep working on myself and doing my affirmations, and making sure that I don't spend time with people who want to take away my strength.
So, go and look in the mirror now and every day, tell yourself you are a beautiful person both inside and out, until you believe it. Because you are!!
Shouldn't we all believe we are beautiful in one form or another? As we grow up we get knocked along the way. As children some us were bullied at school, then there were the teenage taunts, not helped by the awkwardness fuelled by our hormones. So is it any wonder that as we launch into adulthood and begin to settle into serious relationships, our self esteem is, well, pretty buggered.
Most of us reach out for something to numb the pain. Drink, drugs, hopeless relationships, eating disorders - and the list goes on.
Having suffered from bulimia, which has nothing to do with vanity by the way, I know what it feels like to simply want to disappear. There was an overwhelming feeling that I was "in the way". Led by the feeling that I was irritating and upsetting people. Hopefully, the worst is behind me now, but it sits like a gremlin on my shoulders every day.
Nobody is perfect, including the bullies, but when one tries to give love and it is simply taken, then thrown away or you get a kick in the teeth for your trouble, your confidence evaporates and we reach for the nearest branch.
We have to stop screaming inside, and start searching inside instead. You have good qualities, talents and a uniqueness that is special and amazing. There is also an inner strength in there too, and once you have found it, it will help you to change your life forever.
My job now, is to bring up my children to believe they are beautiful on the inside and the out. If my daughter sees a beautiful person in the mirror, then she is damn right and there is no way I am taking that away from her. As for me? Well, I will keep working on myself and doing my affirmations, and making sure that I don't spend time with people who want to take away my strength.
So, go and look in the mirror now and every day, tell yourself you are a beautiful person both inside and out, until you believe it. Because you are!!
Sunday 6 January 2008
A ghostly tale for an unexpected motorist.
Last night, I was invited for dinner with a new friend in the village and met some neighbours. "So, what do you do, Lizzie"?
Thankfully, the answer was met with a good reaction. In fact, it was one of those evenings that turned into a good old fashioned ghost story-telling session.
Having been so ensconced recently, in changing peoples lives, including my own, I had forgotten how thrilling a good spooky story can be. Our village, is steeped in history and so it was no surprise to hear about the ghost in Phebe's room that keeps her awake at night. But don't be mistaken into thinking that only old houses have resident spirits, I have moved on the dead from places that are newly built too.
Anyway, back to ghoulish tales and Rebbecca recounts a friend's experience, which I wanted to share, as I loved it!
One night, her friend (let's call him John) and his friend, are travelling a long journey home, through Cambridgeshire, when they realise that the petrol gage is almost on empty. They begin searching for a petrol station, but there is no sign of one, so decide to take a turning off the beaten track.
Not knowing where on earth they are, travelling aimlessly in the dark and now on the red, suddenly they see the welcoming lights of a garage. They pull in, John get out, and whilst filling up, comments to his passenger on how eerily quiet the place is. As he walks to the pay booth, he also notices how strange the lighting is, and continues to the cashiers.
Behind the till are two young teenagers, are they Goth's perhaps? On drugs? They did look very pale and a little too serene. He pays by card and get's back in his car, and travels the rest of their tiring drive home, thankful for the full tank.
Some months later, once again John finds himself in the same area and running low. Confident that he knew he would be able to replenish the tank, he takes the same turning and looks for that late night petrol station. But, this time he couldn't find it. He drove around for an age, certain that he was in the right place and finally pulls up to ask a local, walking by, for directions.
"There isn't a petrol station for miles around here mate" said the man. John insisted that he had stopped for petrol not that long ago, and was sure it was nearby. "Well, there used to be one, but that was around ten years ago, there was terrible accident and it burnt down killing some people, so it was never rebuilt" came the reply!
Shaken and confused, John, who by all accounts was a perfectly normal, logical guy went home and checked his credit card statement. Surely, the petrol bill would show up and there would be a perfectly good explanation? Yup, you've guessed it, no sign of any petrol on the statement.
Oh! If only every petrol station was run by ghosts, and supermarkets, and mortgage companies, and travel agents...........................!
Sleep well!!!
Thankfully, the answer was met with a good reaction. In fact, it was one of those evenings that turned into a good old fashioned ghost story-telling session.
Having been so ensconced recently, in changing peoples lives, including my own, I had forgotten how thrilling a good spooky story can be. Our village, is steeped in history and so it was no surprise to hear about the ghost in Phebe's room that keeps her awake at night. But don't be mistaken into thinking that only old houses have resident spirits, I have moved on the dead from places that are newly built too.
Anyway, back to ghoulish tales and Rebbecca recounts a friend's experience, which I wanted to share, as I loved it!
One night, her friend (let's call him John) and his friend, are travelling a long journey home, through Cambridgeshire, when they realise that the petrol gage is almost on empty. They begin searching for a petrol station, but there is no sign of one, so decide to take a turning off the beaten track.
Not knowing where on earth they are, travelling aimlessly in the dark and now on the red, suddenly they see the welcoming lights of a garage. They pull in, John get out, and whilst filling up, comments to his passenger on how eerily quiet the place is. As he walks to the pay booth, he also notices how strange the lighting is, and continues to the cashiers.
Behind the till are two young teenagers, are they Goth's perhaps? On drugs? They did look very pale and a little too serene. He pays by card and get's back in his car, and travels the rest of their tiring drive home, thankful for the full tank.
Some months later, once again John finds himself in the same area and running low. Confident that he knew he would be able to replenish the tank, he takes the same turning and looks for that late night petrol station. But, this time he couldn't find it. He drove around for an age, certain that he was in the right place and finally pulls up to ask a local, walking by, for directions.
"There isn't a petrol station for miles around here mate" said the man. John insisted that he had stopped for petrol not that long ago, and was sure it was nearby. "Well, there used to be one, but that was around ten years ago, there was terrible accident and it burnt down killing some people, so it was never rebuilt" came the reply!
Shaken and confused, John, who by all accounts was a perfectly normal, logical guy went home and checked his credit card statement. Surely, the petrol bill would show up and there would be a perfectly good explanation? Yup, you've guessed it, no sign of any petrol on the statement.
Oh! If only every petrol station was run by ghosts, and supermarkets, and mortgage companies, and travel agents...........................!
Sleep well!!!
Friday 4 January 2008
It's all about me.
Phew! Well we are only on day four of 08 and it's going well! How about you?
The Universe will not place in your life what you want, unless you clear the path first. It's not easy, but don't settle for anything less!
Too many people, feel they don't deserve better. For example, amazing women who are abused by men, men who take out their insecurities on loving partners. It saddens me, to hear stories that would make your skin crawl, or worse, ones that you could relate to.
By the way, this isn't a men bashing session, there are men who feel helpless and have lost their ability to recognise who they are, well yes - a man, but also a soul sitting in a human body.
The need for approval is becoming an epidemic, in this mad world, we seem to have lost sight of who we really are. An acquaintance of mine, spent the whole time talking about himself, in my boredom, counting how many times he said "I" passed the time! The sad part is, that it raised the question, did he know himself at all? Perhaps he only knew who he wanted to be, and more importantly, how he wanted other people to see him. There is no such thing as approval, because we are all equal.
A good exercise is to try to illiminate the word "I" from your vocabulary, and replace it with "me" or your name. It helps us to speak from the soul, rather than from our conditioned mind. When we say "I" we are talking about the person that we want others to see. We are detached from who really are inside.
When we learn to get to know ourselves, we can learn to like ourselves. Then when we learn to like ourselves, we don't seek other people or situations to fill the void. And we all know where that can end.
It's working for me!
The Universe will not place in your life what you want, unless you clear the path first. It's not easy, but don't settle for anything less!
Too many people, feel they don't deserve better. For example, amazing women who are abused by men, men who take out their insecurities on loving partners. It saddens me, to hear stories that would make your skin crawl, or worse, ones that you could relate to.
By the way, this isn't a men bashing session, there are men who feel helpless and have lost their ability to recognise who they are, well yes - a man, but also a soul sitting in a human body.
The need for approval is becoming an epidemic, in this mad world, we seem to have lost sight of who we really are. An acquaintance of mine, spent the whole time talking about himself, in my boredom, counting how many times he said "I" passed the time! The sad part is, that it raised the question, did he know himself at all? Perhaps he only knew who he wanted to be, and more importantly, how he wanted other people to see him. There is no such thing as approval, because we are all equal.
A good exercise is to try to illiminate the word "I" from your vocabulary, and replace it with "me" or your name. It helps us to speak from the soul, rather than from our conditioned mind. When we say "I" we are talking about the person that we want others to see. We are detached from who really are inside.
When we learn to get to know ourselves, we can learn to like ourselves. Then when we learn to like ourselves, we don't seek other people or situations to fill the void. And we all know where that can end.
It's working for me!
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