I recognize the synchronicity of the world when I hear the voices of all I meet sharing their experiences often described as the symptoms of ascension.  We all seem to be experiencing that sluggish feeling along with the cold or flu like symptoms we just can’t seem to shake.  Then of course, there are all of those intense experiences that we all seem to be passing through. This is where my thoughts will focus today.
Many have asked that I share my recent experience.  I am just now beginning to be able to formulate coherent thoughts to be written out. So, this is my story...
I have been on my path for a number of years always seeking hidden truths. When I moved to the St. Louis, Missouri area, some 20 years ago, I sensed my time here would be profound, but I had no idea what that really meant.
I have gone through many things during my time here, learning and growing just as many others have.  At that time, I moved to St. Louis to take a position as Morning News Anchor. I had been in the media 20 plus years. I must admit that while I enjoyed my job deep within me, I sensed I was on the planet at this point in time for a purpose that was far greater than just for me.
When I sat at the computer and wrote my news stories I knew that there was an energy working through me which gave those stories a style that always seemed to make them far more impactful than the story I had intended to write.  Though after about a year at the station, I became part of a station downsizing. But instead of "going back home", something within me pushed me to stay here and find another means of making my way in this world. A dear friend who was very computer savvy spent about 15 minutes teaching me computer basics.  That was enough for me to be signed on with three different temporary agencies.  As it turned out, it was enough to sustain me for about a year and a half.  Then, I found my way into a position of data entry work for county government.
I can certainly share with you that it was not an easy fit! So very different from the free and creative atmosphere I had thrived in for about twenty-five years. I quickly learned this task was probably the one thing that was at the very bottom of my list of skills! However, as I look back, the very thing that seems to be torturous is often the catalyst that Spirit uses to mold each of us into the being that will open us up so we will be able to experience what we came here to experience.
It is now 19 years later. In that time span, I was able to return to school to acquire additional skills that allowed me to move from data entry to being a residential appraiser for county government (a position that I have held now for 8 years). During that time, I also said good bye to both my parents as they made their transitions.  Around this time 6 years ago, I realized that I had lost my sense of joy.  My inner world seemed to be an empty void. No matter where I searched joy was not to be found. This place where I found myself was so empty, and so cold. 
Some dear friends told me about a Hopi Medicine Man they were bringing to St. Louis and explained that he would be available to the public to ask for healing. My soul was drawn to this idea, so I signed up. The Medicine Man's name is Emery. He seemed a gentle but powerful soul. He greeted me with the question, Why did I come today? At first I really could not answer. As I stood before him silently, I finally heard myself say quietly, "I have lost my joy. Can you help me find it?"  He looked gently at me and replied, "We shall see." His wife was also in the room to assist.  I lay down on the table and he began to work.  As I observed him working on me I felt nothing and Idealized that I had lost track of time and space.  Because the next thing I remember was Emery looking directly into my eyes and softly saying "you have so many tears left to cry, so many tears that have not been given a voice…you must release them, it is almost too late!" That really got my attention, almost too late? But I did not at that time have the courage to ask what he meant.  I thanked Emery and his wife for their time and energy and promised I would diligently find a way to release the ocean of tears within me.
The encounter with this Hopi Medicine Man had left an indescribable impact on my being. And I began my search for a way to make this healing release a reality. I said a prayer asking for Spirit to lead me on this path and to be guided to the healing practitioner that was in my highest and best interest.
In a short time I had begun meditations that help me begin the process.  It was then about 8 months later when indeed I needed surgery to remove polyps from my uterus. The polyps were determined benign. I said my prayers of gratitude and my feet were back on my spiritual path.  I was then led to a Chiropractor that also worked with what he called Bio-Geometric Integration.  He and I worked together for approximately 4 years as I went through many levels of healing.
It is interesting how Spirit helps to make shifts in our being when the time arrives for us to move to the next level of our healing.  My financial circumstances changed and I could no longer afford my visits to the chiropractor.  So I ended that phase of my healing.  But as always, when one door closes another always opens.

I was lead to the Fifth Spiritualist Church in St. Louis.  Now I want to share that as a child, I was my grandmother's shadow.  Many times, I accompanied her in her search for a spiritual home. And her journey took us to a number of places, but as I recall her favorite place in the journey was the Spiritualist Church in my hometown.  She found that healing balm that we all search for even if our search is subconscious.  So it was really no surprise for me to feel drawn to this church.  However, it was quite a surprise to me on my first visit for the very first hymn to be my grandmother's absolute favorite, In The Garden. I cried and cried.  Try as I might, I could not sing the song.  Yet I could feel her love all around me that day. As I continued to make my way to the church each week I could slowly begin to feel my joy returning!
As I continued to visit the church I attended one of the church's healing fairs. That is where I was lead to a young man that would assist me in making a quantum leap in my healing.  This massage therapist was offering fifteen minutes sessions for ten dollars.  I waited for my turn. When it arrived, I explained what my issues were and he began to work.  That fifteen minutes seemed like at least an hour!  I told him I was grateful and was astonished at how well I felt. Here and now, let me admit I did not become a regular client for about a little over a year later.  I found myself in a place of physical pain.  I kept wondering “could that massage therapist be the one to help me to the next level?”  I found it within me to call and set up an appointment.  To my surprise, I found that he brought his table to his client's homes and worked on them for an hour. And so began the next phase of my healing.

Now please know that during all these time, I also attended many workshops, full moon and new moon circles as well as taking the time to work with a number of practitioners for various disciplines. While that list of loving beings is far to long to list in this missive, that certainly does not diminish or lessen my gratitude for their love, healing and support.
This brings me to what I believe to be the beginning of one of the most impactful experiences of my life. To the best of my memory, it was in late summer of 2007 when I joined a development class at the Spiritualist Church. This class is designed to development the innate skill of clairvoyance found in each of us. It was the second or third class in which I was gifted with an experience that would later sustain me through the storm literally!
The facilitator led a guided meditation and then gave us time in the meditation to silently speak with those who work with us from spirit. After the meditation ended, we all shared our experiences. I remember my experience as clearly as that day. My Master Teacher was asking me to walk up this mountainous area and I, like a small child, was refusing to walk over an area that appeared unsafe to me. The teacher came down the trail and extended his arms saying," Give me your hand, if you trust me, I will carry you all the way to the top". At this time, I knew on some level this was something I needed to remember.  To give you a time reference, this was approximately a little over a year before this major event occurred in my life.

As time passed, I began to feel something important was about to happen but had no idea what it would be.  Like the average person, I was guessing it would be a career change of some sort or maybe a new relationship coming my way.  I continued on my healing journey getting physically and spiritually stronger with each day. And time continued to pass. Then just after the first of 2008, I began to get the strongest urge to start sorting out my possessions and getting rid of that which I did not want or need. With the depth of emotion tied to all that I had it was an overwhelming job. But I would try to do a little here and a little there.  By spring, I had made a huge dent but there was still much to wade through.

Nancy's Little Sheba

Once again Spirit reminded me in mid May there was an event on the horizon and I would not be alone. I had a dream.  In that dream I was walking with my Master Teacher.  We were both wearing white long robes.  We were walking through what appeared to be a huge gymnasium type of area.  There was a crowd of people off to the side behind a long yellow tape similar to crime scene tape.  As I walked past them, I could hear several people say, "That's her! Let's watch and see what she does."  With that my teacher and I walked to what appeared to be an apartment building.  But it appeared as if some type of laser had cut diagonally across the building to expose the interior.  As I viewed the building I could see the extreme water damage done.  I understood what this damage meant ‘complete destruction’ (because of my appraisal background).  As I listened to my Teacher, I realized he was explaining this was my home and the damage left it condemned.  As we turned to walk away, I calmly ask him, "What will I do then? How will I live?"  He stopped and turned to me and then touched my heart and said reassuringly, You will be just fine.  You have everything you need right here (meaning in my heart).  It was then I awoke. Again, I knew this was an important dream.
When I spoke with several others about the dream, we all thought it related to the reformation that was occurring in my physical body.  It didn't occur it could be a literal thing.
It was shortly after this dream that I had a vision; some may call it a daydream.  In this vision, I saw my Master Teacher again. This time he was dressed in a white robe but had a very special golden necklace.  The golden chain around his neck was attached to a circular device that emitted beautiful colors of light.  At the time, it seems like a kaleidoscope of colors that were turning clockwise.  When I looked at my teacher, he asked "Are you ready?"  When I answered him with an eager yes, he asked, "Are you sure?" Again I said, "Yes, I am.”  It felt like I just wanted to get whatever it was over with.
That brings us to approximately late June or early July.  About this time, I received a check for $4400 from one of my monthly bills.  I called to say they had erroneously sent me this refund check when I actually owed them $44.  They did an intense search of the records and were sure they were correct and to cash the check.  Trust me when I say this was a gift from spirit!  It allowed me to pay off my debts, and an important step leading up to the major event in my life that was approaching.
It is now early September.  I have to say this time period was filled with average days, meaning my routine as regular as clockwork.  The day is Sunday morning, September 14th, 2008. It was a sunny morning.  I awoke about 7AM. I was setting at the computer and looked out my window. The sky was clouding up and it was beginning to lightly rain.  Nothing seemed wrong.  The forecasters said we indeed would be getting rain that day as the remnants of a Texas hurricane pass over the area.  I need to explain that the apartment complex where I resided had a storm channel passing in front of it.  It was actually the mouth of the river Des Peres.
Just as I started to get up from the computer and get ready for church, there was a loud knock at my door.  I opened it to see my neighbor standing there soaking wet asking if I had seen the parking lot.  When I quickly refocused my eyes, I saw the parking lot underwater. My car (a 2002 Kia Sportage Convertible) along with all the others were submerged as the storm channel overflowed!  The drains in the parking lot could not take all the water and were actually causing a backup in the apartments.
I quickly ran and got dressed.  By then the water had crested of the hill in the courtyard and was coming into the apartments. I want to stop here for just a moment.  I would be remiss if I did not insert at this point in the story that while everything was happening so quickly, I was feeling such a deep sense of peace come over me.  You know that feeling of being in a crowded elevator, so crowded that you can hardly move?  I was also experiencing that feeling in that moment.  I was that moment that I knew I would be just fine.  There definitely was a sense of being overwhelmed with the thoughts of my belongings lying destroyed on the floor before me. But there was no fear.  As I sit here writing these words, the tears of gratitude are falling down my cheeks as I recognize the love that protected me in that moment.  I can’t even begin to describe my feelings at this moment.
And now, back to my story. When I next looked out the window, I saw what looked like a wave on the ocean cresting over that hill and heading or my front door!  The force of the water hitting my door pushed the doorframe from the wall and the water came crashing into the apartment. Furniture was being flipped over like it was just cardboard.  I raced to the back bedroom to get one of my two cats.  This cat had just had a tooth pulled and I wanted to make sure she got to safety.  I found her scared and crying.  So I gathered her up and headed for the kitchen to go out the only exit, my front door.  To my surprise, I was trapped in the back of the apartment.  The water had flipped the refrigerator over and forward lodging it slanted with the bottom against the kitchen sink and the top lodged against the wall. By then I found myself standing in four foot of water.  I placed the cat in the sink, which was ironically one of the few dry places in the apartment.  I could hear my other cat crying. She would quiet down only when she could hear me.  So I continued to talk with her frequently so she would know I was still there.  I began to make my way through the water into the bathroom where there was a window I could call to others so they would know I needed help.  As I walked through the water I could feel a low - level electric current in the water and I began to realize the emergency crews had not cut the power or gas and I was standing in four foot of water! I began to be more forceful in my calls from the window.  One of the firemen asked if I was injured and I said no but the power was still on and I was standing in four foot of water.  He told me they would get to me but I would just have to be patient.  I screamed the least you can do is shut the power off!  About the time, a lightning bolt hit the transformer there in the parking lot and the power was cut to the entire complex.  The fireman looked at me and said, "Damn, I'm scared of you!"

To be continued in Summer 2009 issue...