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Thursday, May 19, 2005

My Son - the Healer:) Plus more Atlantis!

My son did the cutest thing the other day when I picked him up from preschool. It was an especially tiring day for me - not much sleep the night before between cough fits and astral travel. I asked my son if I could have some of his energy. Usually he pretends he grabs it from the top of his head and places it on my head. But this time he made me turn around and he stuck both of his hands on my back. He then closed his eyes really tight and we stood there for a few minutes while the preschool teacher looked on thinking that we're nuts (remember, I'm in the Bible Belt of the Midwest). Finally my son took his hands off of me and asked,"Do you feel better mommy?" I of course kissed that little lamb chop and said "Yes! Thank you for that!" The polite boy that he can be said "You're welcome". The teacher looks at me - one eyebrow raised. I just looked at her and said he sent me some healing energy and now I feel better. She did one of those "Ahhhhhh" sounds and gave that -look - then walked off.

Finally applying for a passport tomorrow - for me and my son (husband already has one). I figured now is as good as time as any. I'm the last one in my family to get one!

Every night now I feel myself dreaming/traveling to Atlantis. Last night Bill was there along with my friend (the one who we have put together she was Athena) - I need to give her a name. Let's see - I'll call her Cindy. So there is Bill, Cindy and I at a temple. All the information that I can remember comes to me in strobe light fashion - very fast and tiny fragments. I could feel myself in a robe/gown of high quality - silkish. I can remember gold, a challis and a ceremony. The saying "what is within me is within you" - not sure what that means. Could be that they believed that light + love = healing and they were full of light and love - all of them. Not sure - I'll have to work on that saying.

Earlier today - around 11:45 am my time, I received a sharp pain in my skull, followed by a headache and a WOW of lightheadedness. Mind you I was sitting down at the computer returning email at the time. I then could hear Bill sobbing. I mean really - really sobbing. It was horrible - especially so because I didn't know what to do or how to help. I contacted my friend Cindy and asked her if she would do a focused healing session with me on Bill. She agreed. This was only to last about 10 minutes.

It was an odd encounter - but successful I feel.

When I arrived, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, with his back to me. His head was in his hands and I could tell he was still crying by the movement of his back. I could also faintly hear his cries. Around, behind him on the bed, I see drawings - sketches fanned out - overlap one another. I walk around the bed to the front of him - there are more sketches on the floor.

I touch him on this right shoulder - he doesn't even jump. He looks up - his face is tear stained - his eyes bloodshot. I ask him what is wrong. He lies back on the bed and he mumbles how much he misses me. That he cannot take this any longer. I remind him that we only have a short time left until we are physically reunited. This comforted him for about a minute as he remembered and agreed with me. I look over at the sketches and they are of me, me and him and of him. The ones of me and of me and him - are very happy and uplifting. The ones with just him are dark and depressing. I commented how much I like the drawings of him and I and just myself. But I add that the ones of him he looks sadder than he should be. I remind him again - our time apart is short - after a couple of lifetimes apart and searching for one another - a bit longer is not long to wait.

He sits up. He begs (while tears come down his face) me not to leave him. I tell him that I'm never really gone - in spirit I am always with him. He goes on about how much he wants to hold me. That his success thus far in life is meaningless unless he can share it all with me. I remind him again - not much longer.

I push him back on the bed. I climb on top so that the white light will encircle both of us (get your minds out of the gutter). After a few minutes, I sit up and place my hands on his chest to send more white light. He smiles.

We can sense a form - from my right - his left. It's Cindy:) We see her in a pinkish shirt, blue jeans (or slacks) and white shoes - like keds. I tell him that Cindy is here. He smiles. He says - brought reinforcements? I smile and say yes. She appears to glow bright - real bright like someone has a spotlight on her.

I push him back onto the bed and white light from both of us go to him. She is saying something - but I don't know what.

She vanishes. I lean over and give him a kiss. He says thank you. Then I leave.

I hope this helps him for awhile.

Tomorrow, Cindy and I have 3 planned sessions to send Ted white light. He's finally ready and I don't think he'll freak out. I'll let you know how that goes tomorrow night.

Well, off to get my little dude from preschool and get our dreaded passport pictures. I'll look like an inmate, he'll be as cute as pie.

Until tomorrow...
Allie;)

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4 Comments:

  • At 7:32 PM, Blogger Leann said…

    It's so wonderful that your son gave you his energy. Too cute. I have a almost 4 yr old grandaughter, and when you speak of him I picture and hear her :-)

    I'm sorry Bill was sad :-(

    Let me know how the passport photos turn out...lol....it's aweful that you can't smile. You have to look as mean as possible.

     
  • At 8:47 PM, Blogger Allie said…

    I try to consentate on all the cute stuff he does when he acts like a monster in public:) Being 4 1/2, he likes to go into screaming fits for no apparant reason other to make noise. I thought for sure Applebee's was going to give us the boot tonight! Well - that's a bit drastic...he wasn't THAT bad - but I still could've used a beer (I drank ice tea).

    The passport photos:
    Allie = inmate
    The kid = a sweet, darling little angel

    ~not fair~

    What shocked me about Bill (he's had these sad periods before) is the strength of the sadness. It was overpowering. My headache was a killer. I hope he doesn't do that again:)

    Take care,
    Allie:)

     
  • At 10:27 PM, Anonymous Connie said…

    Aww....wow, Allie, I didn't know you were feeling that way 15 mins before my reading. If I had known, we could have rescheduled! Poor thing.

    As for the passport pictures, I'm sure you look great in them, but I know the pumpkin must have looked so cute!

    Too cute that your son gave you some energy, and the way he did it was adorable!

     
  • At 1:17 PM, Blogger Leann said…

    If you are as close as you relay in these posts I'm not surprised that his sadness reaches such depths. I'm sure the headache was intense!

    My grandaughter has what her mom and I call "meltdowns". She just looses it for 15 to 20 minutes, screaming, crying, kicking, etc. We just have to put her in her room to decompress and then she's ready to come out and talk. Usually she's pretty good at verbalizing what she's feeling. She's so smart....lol..but then I might be a bit prejudiced! *grin*

     

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