Your Own Worst Enemy

I sat at the blue cafeteria table, staring into space. 

I heard the soft footsteps come up behind me, but I didn't feel the need to turn around.  It just didn't matter.

"I know you're upset. Can I explain?"

I choked back the tears.  I didn't want to give the very person who rejected me the satisfaction of showing me how upset I really was.  But my silence didn't seem to scare him off any and he sat across from me anyhow.

"It isn't that you aren't any good, Kristy.  That isn't why I didn't choose you for the group."

"Then why, Mr. V?  Why? You said yourself how well I did on my audition.  You said yourself how determined I was.  You said..."

"I know I did," he interrupted with a sigh.  Bowing his head for a moment, he grabbed my chin and made me look straight in his blue eyes.  "One day you will understand, but right now all you need to know is that this isn't yours.  It isn't because of your talent, or lack of talent, it is because you have to walk your own path.  And you aren't doing that by mulling in self pity."  My band and concert choir teacher dropped his hand, bit his lip and stood up to leave.

"If I am not walking my path, Mr. V, what path am I supposed to take?" I asked, tears flooding my eyes.  

"I am not sure, Kristy.  That is for you to discover."

Every time I watch the hit television show Glee, it brings back my memories of rejection, but most of all the conversation that I shared above.  I wanted to be a part of a small and elite choir.  I had done so well on my audition and was certain that the spot was mine, only to read the names on the list and see that my name wasn't included.  Instead of my name there was a name of another, someone who didn't belong in the group.  She couldn't sing.  And I don't say that to be cruel either..she couldn't sing!  I was devastated.   The instructor of the performing arts program was every-body's favorite and not just because he guaranteed an easy grade, but because he truly cared and went above and beyond.  It was rare that he had a temper, but when he did, you knew he meant it.  And the day he sat across from me, his temper flared just briefly, but not out of anger, but out of frustration. 

I never did get to the bottom of why I wasn't the chosen one, except perhaps that one decision could have changed the entire course of my life. 

How many times do we get caught up in the competitiveness of the situation?  Interview for a job that we really don't care to have, but when the job doesn't go to us we get angry?  Query a publisher that we know isn't right for the project and yet when the rejection comes, throw out some curse words?  Date someone who we don't really have a connection with, and yet when they call it quits eat ice cream for a week for being rejected? 

I used to look around at the other Psychic/Mediums/Paranormal Investigators/Authors and wonder why they got chosen for a television show and I didn't.  Or why they got picked up on a book deal and I was told 'no'.  I used to, until I realized that I wasn't walking my path.  They weren't the enemy, I was. 

Do you realize how much more you will get done by creating your own existence!!  By looking around you, you are wasting time in creating your path.  You don't have to be like everybody else.  In fact, you don't want to be like everybody else because that gets boring.  So stop making excuses.  Stop sabotaging yourself.  Stop comparing yourself to others.  And start.  Start what?  I will take a quote from my very wise teacher.  "I am not sure.  That is for you to discover."

Believe,

Kristy 

Merry Christmas

I have always thought of Christmas as a good time; a kind, forgiving, generous, pleasant time; a time when men and women seem to open their hearts freely, and so I say, God bless Christmas!

~Charles Dickens

 

Merry Christmas from our home to yours! The presents have all been opened and the house is empty except for Chuck and I (and my dad) as the kids have gone off to their dad’s home.

 

I used to hate having a split family. At 8 a.m. every Christmas morning my ex husband would pick the kids up in order to have Christmas with his family. And at 8:01 a.m., I would be in a mess of tears. Now Connor is almost 16 and Micaela is 18, and although the sadness of not having them on Christmas Day still surrounds me, ever briefly, I am grateful for each moment that I have with them, and try to not focus on each moment that I don’t.

 

When I was single, I would make sure to have a huge stack of books, silly movies and magazines and spend the day on the couch, watching movies and reading. I would also have a box of Kleenex next to me and cry throughout the day and night, mourning all that I didn’t have. I would cry at all the pain that was caused me and the kids, and at the fairy tale of a life that I thought I was gifted, but felt as if it was ripped from me, without my permission and none of it in my control. I thought I was handling it properly. I thought wrong.

 

Last night, as we entertained family and friends, I thought back to those days that I thought were so completely miserable and saw the good within them. How could I treasure all that I have now without going through all of the pain?

 

So on this Christmas morning, I offer you a lesson that I learned from my own past. No matter your situation, you might not see the gifts around you, but take in the experience with open eyes (and some Kleenex next to you is okay too). It may seem like the worst Christmas or the saddest Christmas, but know that there are insights to be gained within them. And for those who are having the most perfect Christmas – send those higher thoughts and prayers to those who might be sad, because even your littlest boost of energy may help someone get through this holiday.

 

From our home to yours – the MERRIEST of Holidays!

 

"Christmas gift suggestions: To your enemy, forgiveness. To an opponent, tolerance. To a friend, your heart. To a customer, service. To all, charity. To every child, a good example. To yourself, respect."
- Oren Arnold

 

Love, Laughter and Miracles,

Kristy Robinett

I Predict...

This time each year I receive calls and emails from television and radio stations asking for my New Year predictions. In previous years, I have reluctantly done them. I say reluctantly because I feel as if the predictions they are looking for are drama filled like - “I see several storms in this part of the country/state and will kill this many people.”

• Eight months ago, on a syndicated radio station, I was asked who would win the Presidential Race - I replied Obama would win. I was hung up on.
• Seven years ago on a radio station I predicted that in 2012-2013 that Unions would begin to dissolve and a new power would rise. I was laughed at.
• Last December I predicted an East Coast hurricane. I was told that the East Coast never gets stormed and I must be off my rocker.

Since the Connecticut shootings on Friday, I have received over twenty phone calls to do prediction shows or to offer my psychic predictions on the tragedy. I have said thanks, but no thanks, and explained that as we emerge into 2013, I want to focus on the positive road and not the tragic. On Facebook I witnessed a person trying to gather people to travel to the school in Connecticut in order to do a paranormal investigation, and I reminded him of what Emerson wrote, “The meaning of good and bad, of better and worse, is simply helping or hurting.”  I was appalled (and still am). There is a place, and a time to do paranormal investigations, and then there is common sense and compassion when that time comes. Nobody likes or wants an ‘ambulance chaser’. I sort of feel the same way about making worldly predictions. Mass predictions don’t help prepare, they only feed into the fear hysteria.  Emerson also said, “Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year”.  I don’t need the ‘I told you so’ when a prediction comes to fruition, instead I would rather write the story of how I want to see things go, and make every attempt to open those doors. I would rather not put the fears out there. I want to visualize that the world is a good place, not rip it to shreds.

 

One of the father’s who lost his six year old little girl in Friday’s tragedy asked that we "not turn <this event> into something that defines us, but something that inspires us to be better, to be more compassionate and more humble people." And if someone who is in the midst of the devastation can ask for peace, I think we can too. We don’t have to turn this into a Civil War where society fights if guns kill or killers kill, or blame a political party. On Friday, I actually had to turn the television off and spend time with the family, hugging them, and doing what Mr. Parker said – try to become inspired instead of getting angry, because much like with 9-11, it was easy to get overwhelmed into the sadness and the despair of not being able to do anything to help take the ache away. We cannot surrender to hate and fear, however. We have to persevere. We have to grow. We have to shine.

 

As December 21^st approaches, according to those who subscribe to the ascension belief, they would say that this is the end of the world--not the human race--but the end as we know it. We are being tested. Are we passing or failing? With the light, there is dark, but the light must shine brighter or else we all become consumed within the abyss. And so as December 21st nears, more of these dark souls will come forward and try to take as many light souls with them. Don’t let anybody or any situation take your sparkle or shine away.

 

In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. 

 ~Robert Ingersoll

 

So instead of offering predictions, as we prepare for the New Year, I ask instead that you shine bright, my friends, shine bright.

 

Love,

Kristy Robinett

www.kristyrobinett.com

Breaching The Gap of Life

 

As always my guides came through for me about a week or so ago with an amazingly beautiful dream.  I hate to admit it but due to some personal struggles I've fallen away from that which brings me joy.  Those little things in my life that often supplement my happiness have fallen into a void which is typical for me when I am faced with a large life situation.  I can only handle, deal with, the task at hand so I compartmentalize the rest, filing it away for a later date.  This includes my active spirit contact meaning that when I attempt to contact Spirit I put up blocks that are not conducive for letting the messages through!  But they never ever let me down {and they won't you either, I can attest to this fact!}  At those times when I cannot achieve contact through my pendulum work or meditation I turn to them by asking for a dream.  

Before I explain the dream let me share that I'm going through a personal struggle, a situation that is reaching culmination.  It's been a process that has challenged me to become a stronger woman and in the end I am so very thankful for what God has given me by way of Divine Process- everything happens for a reason.  I was told months and months ago that the struggles I was facing were all for a reason that would come together in the end with as little strife and heartache {on all ends} as possible- and Spirit did not lie.  But it's also sapped me of my energy and I'm at a point where I have to get back into the game; I've been sitting on the sidelines for far too long plotting my strategy.  One can only plan for so long before jumping in with both feet first.  This is where I am right now... except I'm dipping my toe in the water to test the temperature while I know Spirit is behind me ready to give me a rather large shove into the invigorating depths!  My spiritual eyes are veiled with a self-inflicted fog that is so very ready to feel the wind of activation blow away my old beliefs, thought processes and anything which makes me feel unnaturally vulnerable or scared- all that which holds me back from tapping into Spirit with a clear and open connection.  I know my ability is strong and I'm learning, being taught, how to let it shine.

So my dream... the above picture is a very good rendition of what I saw in the message I was given {I added the bright coloring and sunglow to a very pretty picture I found online at devinatart.com.}  It was a simple dream but so utterly breathtakingly beautiful, and as is their way with me it included an animal.  They use animals as symbols for me, and I love it!  I was in a boat {I'll assume because it was as if I was looking through my eyes and I wasn't aware of why or how I was in the water- I just was} on the ocean, way out in the middle of the water as sunset.  The golden apricot glow of the sweet light of sunset was strong and glorious and I could feel its heat on my face, warming me to the bone.  I was gazing out over the water when suddenly a huge whale breached, jumping vertically straight up into the air before me... it was magnificent and something I've always wanted to experience but haven't yet- except in my dreams as a gift from my guides.  The whale was so close that I could feel the spray from the waves it created on my face, and it played out before me in a melted butter-smooth slow motion.  One huge aspect of the dream was color- the colors were exceptionally bright and stunning; as the whale leaped from the water the light of the setting sun reflected off the waves it was bathed in creating a magical effect, like the northern lights were dancing in the waves.  Another large part was the whale song!  Oh it was soooo moving!  I sat there stunned and thankful for being shown such a majestic gift.  It was a short dream but moving.  I woke up feeling revived, invigorated, excited and very thankful because I had asked for a message and received one.  Light, color, sound, "breaching," water {as most of my dreams are of the water,} and a truly ginormous either humpback or blue whale {of the baleen category} were the main concepts I knew to concentrate on as I worked to figure out the message- and boy do they know how I love working out the meaning behind their symbolism, makes me feel like a spiritual Sherlock Holmes figuring out an unfolding mystery.

As you might suppose I have been avoiding my writing {including the blog, so sorry!} my photography and my bead and jewelry making.  I have taken photos of my son to file for later editing but damn my inspiration went bye bye and I dislike that empty lethargic feeling.  Creating is my magic and manifestation and Spirit knows this; I am most healthy when I am being a creator... of art and of life, my life.  The symbolism behind Whale is:  Creation, Power of song, Awakening inner depths and its cycle of power is year round.  Now if anyone recalls a past dream I wrote about here it concerned frogs and their "song."  Music, sound and singing are very important to me.  Always have been but has become increasingly more important for me here lately.

Whale is associated with the ocean as being a symbol of ancient creation.  Their song shows us how to create through song and sound, that sound is a creative force in life which is very true for me.  Music inspires me pretty much more than anything else.  Whenever I work I listen to music, and I have created some of my best pieces while listening to specific music that has allowed my creativity to flow freely- I can't really explain it but music for me is linked with the power of creation; the power of sound can be used to accelerate the manifestation of goals.  Whales are also symbols of concealment, going "inner," only to be reborn later, like Jonah and the whale.  He lived inside the belly of a whale and was later "reborn."  This is process very much near to my heart as my entire life is changing for me.  I feel as if I am being reborn, at nearly forty years old.  Whale shows us that it is okay to go inner, deep inside of ourselves.  The creativity that awakens with a rebirthing process can resurrect our lives if we let it.

And then there is the "breaching," busting through, coming forth- leaping out from under in a majestic display. I have a tendency to retreat when I am scared of the unknown and this is not always a good thing.  The whale in my dream was showing me it is time to explode from my hiding: hiding my skills and my abilities.  I haven't been very social either- and it is time for me to breach, not be afraid of the power of my own creativity even when it means creating new friendships {I have a tendency for shyness at times.}  Creation is not only meant to make "things."  It is a power that can transform life, create a future, if we utilize the manifestation-energy properly.  I have not been concentration on manifesting my future because I've largely been keeping up with the present.  Now that I have room to breathe, another key element with Whale due to the breathing hole, I have the peace necessary to embrace the gift of intention and manifestation by creating the life I envision for myself. 

I love the last line in the whale section of "Animal-Speak" which is my go-to book for figuring out the meaning behind my dreams.  "Creativity for the sake of creativity is not what whale teaches.  It awakens great depths of creative inspiration, but so it can add color and light to your outer life to make it more wondrous."  I have to sit back and shake my head, have a good chuckle, over how AWESOME my spiritual peeps are for offering me "a-ha" moments!  Light and Color!  Both huge elements in my dream.  Light because, well I could write a whole separate blog post on Light, but because it illuminates the darkness.  The warmth of the nurturing sun- life giving properties.  Also because I looOooOove sunlight as it pertains to photography.  I notices the nuances of sunlight or lack thereof.  Lately when I meditate the "sun" peeks through in my mind's eye.  The element of color is literally half my life.  My art is such an important part of who I am.  Working with beads, glass, inks, paint... all deal with the manipulation and beauty of color.  One of the first things I notice wherever I go is color, as necessary to me in life as breathing.  God very much wants me to live a colorful life as He does us all. 

The definition of breaching is:

a. An opening, a tear, or a rupture.

b. A gap or rift, especially in or as if in a solid structure such as a dike or fortification.

I was allowed time to go inner, retreat inside fortification, while working out portions of my life, time to heal.  I needed that, and at times still do.  I enjoy my quiet time.  But now Spirit is telling me it is far time to open that enclosure, burst forth from hiding, expose my skills and abilities just as the whale did in my dream, leaping out of the water.

I feel that many people are going through a similar process right now as world-wide more and more people are being shown their own spiritual abilities and gifts so we can all work together to make the earth a more loving place.  It is time to breach, to tear through that which holds you back.  I hope you are all able to access your inner Whale, your true personal majesty, and bring forth whatever it is you have locked inside of you that deserves to see, feel, experience the Light and this rebirth will enrich your own life and the lives of those around you. 

Love and Light to all~

Jennifer