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You know that fun song “Grandma got run over by a reindeer?”
I was doing some paranormal research tonight, when it hit me.
Of course they believe; they lived it!
If you live it, it’s pretty impossible to not believe.
And yet, every day, in every corner of the world,
We teach our children to not believe their hearts,
Their souls, their angel guides, because we want
Them to believe what we believe.
You aren’t guilty of that?
HA!
Of course you are.
We all are.
I was exposing my children to tarot cards, and spirit guides,
And palmistry, and psychic eye stuff as soon as they came
Out of the chute, because I was living it.
And thanks for asking, but no, I am
Not crazy or schizophrenic or demented.
When you are in touch with your soul,
And your spirit guides.
Thank you, Little Bear,
And your angels, and your
Guides, and your masters,
You have a truth to bring to the world.
No one can bring your truth except you.
Because God gave your truth to only one
Person, you.
My god, who happens to be a SHE,
Gave me my truth loudly and clearly,
And jumped back and let it happen.
I so appreciate Her, I really do.
So I was exposed to out-of-bodies,
N.D.E., clairaudience, clairvoyance,
Clairsentience, at a very early age.
I’m a receiver, not only of my
Identical twins’ messages, but
Of other peoples as well.
On my way to school, where
I have the potential of helping
400 children each week, but
Do not have the time, I pray
To HER, asking her to show me
The faces of the children who
Need me the most, because
I was put on earth to help
Them get to the feeling level,
Find their truth, and live it.
My goal is to help everyone
Be the best ME that they can be.
The happiest me, the
Healthiest me, the
Dynamic, whirly, twirly,
Loves-the-world or loves
Animals, or loves their life
Today me.
So as I drive, I relax,
I do not listen to music.
I do not pay attention to the
Traffic.
She and I are in the Zone.
She is sending me 
Photos in my head of
Children who need
Me today. Because I
Cannot get to them
All. 
I recently sent a care package
To Alex, a young boy whom I fell
Completely in love with when he was in 
The third grade. He was the only student
In the whole school I felt sad about
Leaving, because he was so smart, 
Way too intelligent, to be left in
That place with angry adults who
Did not understand his
Brilliance, so tried to 
Shame it out of him
Or stomp it out of him
With mean looks or
Angry glances.
I felt guilty every time
I had to take Alex
Back to the classroom
Because the teacher was
An angry, mean, woman
Who despised him.
He knew this, and so did
I which is why I rescued him
A lot, trying to give him a
Bit of a good day.
Alex is now 24. He
Is in a bind. He has
Had a bad car wreck,
The kind most of us
Have never walked away from,
But both Alex and I have.
I sent him a care package,
But I felt strange, because I had 
No idea if he would even remember me the least
Little bit, this 8-year-old-child with the
Creative mind, and the zingy ideas.
His mother texted me a thank you, saying
Alex was asleep.
I texted back “Did he remember me?”
And here is her answer.
“Caren, not only did he remember you,
He said you believed in him
When no one else did.”
So this my friend is why
I am crying right now.
Understanding that
We all need to
Do what SHE or HE
Or the committee or
The SOUL or your muse
Or power animal or
Spirit guide wants you to
Do.
When She calls,
I listen.
And I hope I always well.
Please pray for Alex.
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