The other day I overheard someone making disparaging comments about someone who was overweight, saying they should know better. I was most offended by this comment, so I've decided to get up on my soapbox about it.
When we were on the etheric plane creating our life path, we chose our challenges, our obstacles, our loves, our friends and even our enemies. We chose our bodies with all their benefits and drawbacks. The body we chose to incarnate in was one that would teach us. Our body would teach us we couldn't tame our frizzy hair, we couldn't straighten our legs or make them walk better, we couldn't change our looks (until plastic surgery came on the scene, anyway!), we were stuck with them, no matter what. The most important lesson we learn from our bodies is to love them no matter what, to love the person we are and not the 'suit' we are wearing on this earthly plane. We aren't all born georgeous and without faults, we are created uniquely with a set of challenges our outward appearance provides and our life lesson is to love it in spite of it's faults.
So next time you look at your body and bemoan all the things wrong with it, instead try to consider all the things that are right with it. Embrace the physical person you are and love the suit you are in. We are unique and beautiful outside and in. Life isn't about changing who we are or what we look like, its about loving our selves unconditionally and accepting our magnificence in spite of our imperfections.
And next time you see someone who sin't perfect, instead of criticising them, admire them for the lessons they chose to learn from their bodes. Be inspired!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie

When we are returned back to source, the speed with which we are able to connect with our loved ones here on the physical plane is relative to our condition upon departure. If we have been really ill, we are sent to a‘spiritual hospital’ on the etheric, where our soul/source is repaired and restored. If we were sick a very long time or had a life full of struggle, this may take some time.

When my Grandma passed, I was in my early thirties. I was devastated. Hers was the first really close family member I’d lost. We had talked for hours every day on the phone for as long as I could remember. She was my mentor, confidante and source of inspiration. I couldn’t imagine life without her, so I cried solidly for two weeks. At the end of the two weeks I had a dream/vision.
As I lay there, my Grandad, who had passed over six months prior, brought her into my room. He told me she was extremely weak and couldn’t stay long, but she wanted to see me before she went to 'hospital'. Grandma was leaning heavily on him and looked exhausted. He placed her in the bed beside me and we hugged and chatted for some time. Well, I did most of the talking, telling her how much I was going to miss her and I didn’t know how I’d cope. She reassured me, smiling weakly. 
All too soon, my Grandad came to take her away.  I could feel my body cooling where she’d lain next to me. 
After Grandma’s visit, I found my loss easier to bear. She has visited me many times since, still imparting her wisdom and love.
 
My expectation when my husband Butch passed was that I would be able to see him straight away. He was soulmate and our love had been so strong, I thought it would be different, that he would visit within a short space of time.
Although I had ‘indicators’ (more about these in another blog) he was sending messages of love, it just wasn’t enough.
I’m an impatient person and was expecting Butch to come and visit me as soon as possible…A week for healing was more than sufficient as far as my selfish self was concerned, even though I knew his body and soul had taken a beating before he passed.
Over a period of three weeks, I had three dreams/visions which showed him in different phases of healing.
In the first one, we were in a quiet area within nature, sitting at a table for two.  As we sat together, I could see a black and white movie of his life from early childhood, playing above his head. I knew intuitively it was necessary for each event or lesson that had shaped his life to be healed. The ‘movie’ was scratchy to begin with, similar to an old silent movie. As we watched, the quality began to improve dramatically.
In the second one, he was on the second level of a two story building and I wasn’t allowed in. A nurse came over and told me how well he was doing and how happy she was with his progress. 
I could see Butch through the door; he was dressed in white and appeared as a child. Healing requires us to be healed from the moment we were born until the day we pass. At that time he appeared to be about 8-10 years old. 
The last time I saw him in the ‘hospital’, he was an adult. He was lying on a bed in a pure white room, dressed in white. He still looked tired, managing a weak smile when he saw me.
I was asked if I would like to wheel him on his bed to the next part of his healing process. Of course I jumped at the chance.
There were two adult males seated in the same room, leaning against the wall, looking poorly and wearing normal everyday clothes. I offered to take them with me, saying they could sit on the end of the bed, if they liked. 
A nurse told me they couldn’t because they weren’t ready to go on yet. I didn’t realise the significance that they weren’t wearing white until later. I consider myself extremely fortunate to have been allowed to follow Butch's progress and to see what happens after someone leaves the earthly plane.
Some time later Butch appeared to me without the assistance of a dream or vision. He looked the healthiest he'd been for some time, so I knew he had completed his period of healing.

I believe these dreams/visions were reminders about what happens when someone passes. I’ve always known there was a healing centre, but hadn’t thought to investigate this belief any further until I had these dreams/visions.
So, if someone you love has passed over and you are waiting for a sign they got there alright and for them to 'reconnect' with you, be patient, they could need healing before they can raise their vibration enough to visit.
If like me, you aren't patient, look for small 'indicators' like phone calls with no one there, strange static on your stereo/radio, weird noises or misplaced objects that turn up exactly where you put them in the first place. Sometimes this is all they can manage before their soul/source is restored and we should be grateful for what we get instead of expecting more.
Three years on, there are times when I don't 'see' Butch, but I can feel his presence like a huge heat hug, electrical disturbances, misplaced items, empty emails or texts from no one. Our loved have many ways of staying in contact, we just need to be present and aware...and appreciate them for what they are!


 
 
 
 
 

Recently I went on a cruise. I was both excited and apprehensive about the idea of being stuck out on a ship in the middle of the ocean when there was perfectly good land where I live. It was a huge step from my comfort zone and pushed all those 'Oh my gawd, what was I thinking?' buttons. All my life I've never much wanted to go out to sea, or be where I couldn't see land in the distance.
As we got closer to the ships gangway I began to feel flutterings of panic, I couldn't explain these feelings or begin to justify them. I put it down to my comfort zone theory and kept walking.
After boarding the boat, I had a kind of memory that kept haunting me. I felt as if I was losing everything and everyone, that I was being abandoned, rather than me being the one who was leaving voluntarily. From our room I could see the harbour outside and I kept looking out towards it to reassure myself. I knew it wasn't too late, I could leave if I really wanted to while we were still docked there.
After going on a tour of the ship I went back to the room, feelings of panic flooding me. I couldn't squash the enotions and I felt like a child again. I just wanted to get off, to go back to my loved ones, I didn't want to be separated from them forever...Forever? Where did that word come from?!
As we sat on one f the top decks I looked out and saw we were moving. I frantically sent text messages to everyone telling them I loved them and oops! I wasn't sure if I should be doing this at all.
I wanted to cry. I felt so alone in the world. It was almost as if I was being exiled. It didn't matter what I did to distract myself, I couldn't shake this feeling of abandonment, desolation and even guilt. What the hell was going on here?
Later that night I was lying in my bed and I had a vision. I was an eight year old boy named William, sitting under a bunk bed. I was scared, hurt and hiding.
I looked over to the other bed in the cabin and a young girl with blonde hair was crying, her face swollen with tears and bruising. 'Why didn't you save me Willie?' I was racked with guilt as I looked at my younger sister, so sad and hurt. It was my duty to protect her and I had failed. I didn't know how and I didn't know why, but I knew with every cell of my being it was my fault.
I knew instantly this was a past life experience, sure it wasn't on this ship, but I knew it had happened somewhere, sometime.
As I acknowledged what was happening and the feelings I was experiencing the vision disappeared and I fell asleep. I wasn't as stressed as I had been because I now knew why I had been so reluctant to board. Its funny how past lvfes can have a bearing on our present life experiences.
A couple of days later a fellow passenger was telling me about a movie that had been playing that day. It was called Sunshine and Oranges and was about the children who were shipped from England to Australia in the 1950s and 1960s after being told they were orphans. They were horribly abused and forced into slave labour when they arrived in Australia. I'd never heard of this movie or this story but suddenly it was as if a light went off in my head. Everything that happened yesterday now made perfect sense. I acknowledged the pain of that lifetime and released it. The vision never returned and those feelings of abandonment, dread and guilt disappeared.
So next time you have an irrational emotion surrounding an event or about a person, perhaps it isn't so much an instant aversion, maybe, just maybe, your soul is remembering an event that happened long ago. Wouldn't it be nice to be in touch with that side of you, what you learnt and why you dragged it with you, like excess baggage into this lifetime?