Prince Charming

What happens in Vegas apparently doesn’t stay in Vegas when it comes to Royalty.

Pictures have emerged of a naked Prince Harry after spending some time in Vegas playing strip pool. Obviously, he isn’t great at it as his pictures display a less than clothed Prince. I predict that this isn’t the last ‘boys will be boys’ story that will come out on Harry. His energy screams fun and he loves to be playful, which can sometimes get him into trouble. He is witty, speaks his mind and likes to take jabs at his friends whenever he can, which can sometimes come out politically incorrect.

Will the Prince Ever Settle Down?

It is Prince Harry’s playfulness that makes him charming and well liked, and he doesn’t apologize for it either. I do see another Royal wedding in the future, but don’t hold your breath, it will be another few years before his cousins Eugenie and Beatrice can wear some any new crazy hat attire.

His Spouse

His wife will have to allow Prince Harry his freedom and independence. He doesn’t like to be told what to do, and I see his wife being intelligent, strong and opinionated too, but loving and forgiving.

Health  

Prince Harry will have to watch his weight and stay motivated to working out, or else they show his middle growing larger and he will look back on his nude pictures of today and wish to look at svelte as he did.

If you want to see 'His Bareness' - visit http://www.tmz.com/2012/08/21/prince-harry-naked-photos-nude-vegas-hotel-party/

About Kristy Robinett

Kristy Robinett is a world-renowned revolutionary Psychic Medium and Author whose involvement with the paranormal began at the age of 3 when she began playing and communicating with spirits, labeled imaginary friends by her parents, which was totally unacceptable.

Kristy specializes in bringing humor to what most fear and inspires all ages to ignite the light within them so that the fire of inspiration continues on. It's Kristy’s down to earth style, honesty, sense of humor and warmth that makes her a sought out coach and speaker.

Kristy has worked with a number of paranormal teams throughout the United States on paranormal cases, along with law enforcement as a psychic detective and psychic profiler.

Kristy has been profiled on many radio and television shows. She's read for a blushing clientele of Who's Who in Hollywood along with law enforcement, clergy, politicians, physicians, attorneys, domestic goddesses, and local celebrities. She also teaches psychic development and paranormal investigating at local colleges.

Visit www.tangledwishes.com see upcoming events or to contact Kristy for a session.

The Singing Psychic?

Call me a wannabee teenager. If you have seen my office with its bright colors and fun pictures, you already knew this.

I got the music bug when I was in 3rd grade and I saw the Broadway show musical Annie. That same year I auditioned to be an orphan on Broadway. For the couple weeks before the audition date, I memorized each and every song, over and over, and over and over some more and daydreaming about being chosen and touring around the United States. I had never auditioned for anything and there I was, all of 10 years old (I think),dressed in a church dress, with my long hair carefully combed, and standing on the stage of the Fisher Theatre, standing in front of Broadway Producers  while hundreds of little girls were dressed in dance clothes with stage moms by their side.  Shy and nervous, I joined a group of about ten where they had us sing “Happy Birthday” instead of a song of our chose. I was heartbroken, but I made that song my own, as the judges on American Idol would say. And then we were taught some quick dance steps. I honestly couldn’t keep up as I never had dance lessons and they called the steps by name - “Do a sashay, then a chassis, a fallover, a pivot step, a ball change and finally end with a jazz split.” What? Needless to say, if you Google my name along with the Broadway show Annie, you won’t find me there. They said they liked my singing, told me to go get some dancing lessons and come back on the next audition. Afterwards, my parents signed me up for dance and I found my love of tap, jazz and my strong dislike for ballet. There would never be another Annie audition. I went on to do grade school plays, high school theatre, college theatre and finally community theatre. It helped fulfill something within my blood that I longed for.  Every time I see a Broadway show, I miss the stage. I actually ache for it. Last year when we saw Wicked, my husband saw the look in my eye, and was actually worried that I would get the ‘bug’. Doing theatre takes up so much time, and I am already limited with mine. However, when there are Broadway and singing type shows on television (or the movies), I gulp it up and regress to my stage days. The Glee Project did that for me.

I was so excited that they did a Glee Project – Season 2, after my love of the first season.  My only issue with reality television is that I don’t know how to hide my psychic abilities, and I know who the winner will be, but I still watch and I see who I think would be the best fit. Last season I agreed with the finale, this season I agreed with the final three they had, but not as a whole. Who did I want to win?

Shanna Henderson.

She was a bubbly blonde who was consistent week after week, until they paired her up to kiss another girl and said it was convincing and they didn’t know how to write her into the series.

Hmm…

So as I watched last night’s episode, the rest of the contestants showed up to help with the last video and Shanna shined once again. It was hard not to miss her vibrant energy and her incredible talent.

I wish all of these kids all the best and just know that there is a musical future for each of them (honestly, they are better than most that audition on American Idol or the other singing competition shows). So I thank Ryan Murphy, the creator of the show for indulging my musical fix, and allowing me to drool over the choreographer and mentor Zack Woodlee.  Hey, he’s a guy that isn’t afraid to cry! So even though my ability ruined it for me, I still was able to vicariously live through the show. 

Still Signing,

Kristy Robinett

www.tangledwishes.com

Eighteen Years Ago

Eighteen years ago. Eighteen years ago today, August 10th, I was having incredibly horrible headaches, I had been vomiting for days, was nauseas, feeling as I was the size of a whale, couldn’t see my feet and cried constantly that the baby just needed to GET OUT OF ME.  The next next day, August 11th, after a routine OB/GYN visit, I would be sent to Labor and Delivery at Hutzel Hospital in downtown Detroit with the staff perplexed as to what to do. The baby was breach, facing the wrong way, and I had pre-eclampsia. Preeclampsia and eclampsia are most often characterized by a rapid rise in blood pressure that can lead to seizure, stroke, multiple organ failure and death of the mother and/or baby. They determined that baby was good, but I was not and so a C-Section was ordered for as soon as possible. They warned me that I would have to be in ICU for a few days just to be closely watched, but they promised that I would be able to hold her. I didn’t have time to mourn the idea of not having a normal labor, instead I found myself strapped to an operating table, covered with a paper gown with my husband holding my hand as I threw my guts up and uncontrollably shook all through the surgery. I still can remember hearing her tiny cry, them telling me that she was completely healthy, and handing her to her daddy who let me look at her beautiful face and kiss her forehead. It was love at first sight. Her blue eyes sang stories only an old soul could sing. We named her Micaela Brooke.

I was sent over to ICU for several days, and on the first day awoke to a dozen red roses that her father had brought me with a card thanking me for gifting him a beautiful daughter. The nurses awed over the sentiment. With so much pain medication, I dozed in and out, barely being able to hold her and not at all able to bond with her. I was finally switched over to a regular room where I slowly began to feel better and was able to do normal mommy things, like change her diaper, wash her, and feed her. After what felt like months, but was only 7 days, they finally let me go. I just wanted my own bed, my own home.

Micaela’s room was completed, but she was a month early, and so we didn’t have everything situated. I was actually planning on going into work the day I was sent to the hospital! Being a new mom, I just figured that she would sleep in her crib, but realizing that I was still in pain, and didn’t want her too far away from us, she ended up sleeping in her baby stroller for a couple months. And sleep was something she rarely did. She ended up having colic and cried, and cried and cried. The only thing that would calm her were car rides, but once we pulled into the driveway, shut the car off and reached to get her, the cries only started again. She was a happy baby, but bedtime was painful for all of us. Flash forward 18 years later, Micaela is a night owl and therefore I have concluded that it wasn’t colic at all, she just didn’t want to sleep when it was dark.

In a couple weeks we will pile her belongings into our car and move her into a dorm not far from the hospital she was born at. I realize it is cliché, but it is true that it seems just like yesterday when we brought her home. There are many regrets that I have of those 18 years, most of all that I wish I could’ve spent more time with her. Taken her to her field trips instead of worked. Sat down and colored with her instead of doing the dishes. Laughed more during her childhood, and not cried. Held back my temper with her (but she IS a Leo and gosh darn it, it is hard!). Set aside frustration and impatience and let things rolled off my shoulders. But regrets only make you sad and hung up on the past. Instead, I want to remember those very fast 18 years with happiness, and I suppose some happy tears too. It doesn’t matter the number, she will always be my beautiful baby girl.

Happy Birthday, Micaela Brooke.
August 11th

Believe,

Mom (Kristy)

I Believe

In being honest with yourself, and to others. Always.

That sleep helps heal our body, mind and spirit.

In good books, especially the old fashioned kind with actual pages.

In a good belly laugh.

In having tea in pretty teacups.

In wearing pearls with jeans and a t-shirt.

That one man’s junk is another’s treasure.

That there is good in people, even when the news shows otherwise.

That learning and exploring never gets old, and that it doesn’t necessarily have to take place in a classroom.

In playing like a child, but not playing with other’s emotions.

That glitter and sparkle can make a girl (woman) happy.

And that we all have that glitter within us even when our glitter jar is empty.

In being kind to others and being kind to oneself.

Not fitting a category or label that someone else thinks you should fit,

just being true and authentic to yourself.

In saying thank you, I am sorry (when it is true) and expressing gratitude.

Setting goals and going above the goals set.

That ice cream helps a broken heart and a sad day.

That our loved ones on the Other Side are around us even when we don’t feel them.

That angels surround us during our happy times and during the darkest times.

That we have free will and free choice and should stop blaming others life isn’t going as expected.

I believe that old doesn’t mean that you should get rid of to make room for new.

I believe in my dreams.

I believe in me.

It's Alright to Feel - Even if it is Sadness

In my line of work, I am supposed to be everyone's cheerleader, and sometimes forget that I too need one. With the constant sadness, my vibration can sometimes be clogged with other's stories, along with my own life stuff. We all have our life stuff, right? Not as many people are as open as I am. About everything. Thankfully my family is okay with it, because even a trip to Target results in someone stopping me and asking how my kitten is, or if my husband is over his cough, or whatever else I might have posted. To me, it feels a lot like a past life I know I had in a small town, where everyone knew everybody and everything about one another. For me, it feels comfortable. But I don't always feel comfortable with exposing my emotions. For some reason I feel that everyone should see me as this peppy, happy, cheerleader. And then yesterday in meditation I had a message.

To show your human side, Kristy, only shows others that you understand. 


Ugh. I have to be human? :)

Last week my dad had a heart attack. If you didn't see my posting on my other blog site, it is here under What Matters. It wasn't his first, and I had mentioned a few weeks previous to my mother-in-law that I was concerned he was rapidly climbing the hill towards another. I do great in crises. I immediately go into action, know the right answers, know the answers quickly, seek out the answers if I don't and I realized that I sort of block myself from emotion. I did it with my mom's illness and with her death too. It would be almost six months later that it all hit me, the energy Novocaine wore off and it all hit me like a ton of bricks. It wasn't healthy either, and still isn't. I don't think it is avoidance, I think it is just how I deal with it, because avoiding would be - well, avoiding, but I delve deep into the crises and take care of business. That wouldn't be avoidance. I did some soul searching yesterday and realized that it was re-programming from previous relationships who hated when I cried. Hated when I felt. And to hear constantly, "Stop crying and take action", I guess that is what I do now. But it is a balance of the two that must be met.

How do you handle a crises? Do you feel? Do you act? Do you feel and act?

The past few days I have been in a funk. Mad would text me and my mind, all a fuzz, would generically text back. I am not even sure I wanted (or want) to talk about the funk because I am not sure what the funk is. Oh, I can complain. Can't we all? But it runs deeper than the surface complaints of the house being a mess, the kids running me here and there, the kitten having a cold, etc.

This morning I decided to spend time writing and just be with me. The kids away, my dad asleep, Chuck asleep. And the animals...well, they are running around, but I can tune them out. Instead of writing, though, I went to Pinterest. Looking at pretty things, sort of like window shopping, was all I wanted to do to see if I could clear my mind, and a simple picture threw me into a fit of tears, which I believe helped me - feel.

My mom, who passed away in January of 2006, loved anything with roosters on it. I hated them. Roosters? They are mean animals, I would tell her. Why roosters? She had the whole house at one time decorated with roosters. I used to joke that when she passed on that I didn't want the roosters! Well, when she passed away we sold most of her rooster collection, except for one piece that my husband felt was important to keep and it sits on the top shelf in my kitchen. When we went to Gettysburg a couple weeks back, I kept seeing roosters and would smile, thinking that mom was showing me up. See, Kristy, roosters are cool.  As I went to my Pinterest today, I clicked on 'Popular' and saw a room that I fell in love with. It was a living room painted yellow with a crisp white fireplace. I clicked on the link and was taken to several photos of a house that I loved, with a decorating style called French Country/Nantucket Inspired. And in almost each of the pictures were - roosters. Now, I know you decorating experts will tell me most French Country has roosters in it, but I don't believe it was a coincidence. I believe it was my mom telling me to continue to believe, that she loves me, what I want is coming - and to buy roosters. :)

So when you are in a funk - remember that there is always people around us here, and on the Other Side, who want to make us laugh.

Believe,
Kristy

Mercury Retrograde:" An Excuse When Everything Goes Wrong?

You will often see Astrologers and even Psychics cringe and then sigh when Mercury Retrograde is mentioned, and those around raise an eyebrow and ask what the inside news is.

Mercury Retrograde occurs three times a year, and lasts for several weeks during each time period. It is said that Mercury Retrograde goes backwards, or takes a vacation. Mercury is ruled by communication, so anything with communication, contracts and legal obligations can and often does go haywire.

The easiest way to deal with Mercury Retrograde is to think of it as a ‘re’ time. Meaning, it is time to renovate, renew, revise, return, revisit, refinance, renegotiate, review, etc. When buying things during this time, they often work for a short period and then break. When getting a job at this time, it is often short term (it doesn’t mean you get fired, it can also mean you get promoted!). When purchasing a house or a big ticket item, be prepared for issues. To put it in a nutshell, it isn’t a great time to make big changes, huge commitments, or have ‘the talk’ with a romantic partner. Instead is a time to look in the past (review) at what you need to let go of, it can be material or emotional, and correct it for a better future. Sort of like set up for the party, but don’t invite anybody yet. It isn’t a grand time to start anything new, unless it is something you can say you are re-newing.

People like to make excuses. Whether a full moon making them crazy, Mercury Retrograde creating an ornery feeling because nobody understands one another, or the 2012 so-called ascension that light workers are experiencing. I admit it, sometimes I blame the moon and stars (and planets) too. I like explanations and if I can look at the celestial, which cannot bite back (or can it?) and point my finger, it sometimes makes me feel better. Look at it from a realistic standpoint too, though. Sometimes it just is what it is and poor Mercury needs a break too!

So, how do you handle the next three weeks? Carefully. You may talk, and feel as if nobody is listening. Think Charlie Brown’s teacher. People may be more spacey. Your, and others, energy may be a bit more lazy. And if you are traveling, you may have more issues with the car, train, or plane. Instead of cringing, sighing and whining, Mercury Retrograde teaches us patience. Sometimes I think all of us have lost as our world has gotten so complicated and electronically driven. So when you told your kid to do something twenty times instead of the normal ten times, and it still isn’t done – take some deep breathes and repeat (see the ‘re’) a different way. If you haven’t heard from that job you applied for, submit your resumes to different places, but know that after this period they may review your application and give you a call.

It does ask for you to look in the mirror at yourself, pulling out the rearview mirror even, and seeing what demons you have carried with you through the years – and then doing an exorcism. We all need practice in patience and although most of us all hate lessons, this is one you don’t need to study for.  Release and grow.

Believe,

Kristy Robinett 

Cents Sense

As Europe faces the inevitable collapse of the Euro, the entire world system, including the United States, also has to prepare for the crises.  Many turn a blind eye, shrugging the news off as another Y2K scare, but is it really? It is not just predicted, but anticipated, that by 2014 the United States economy which has already been in dire straits will take an even deeper economic nose dive that could cause civil unrest and chaos around the world.

2012 – The End of the World?

Apocalyptic fright has been around before Orson Well’s “War of the Worlds” hoax, which has made some in our society skeptical, while others paranoid in the preparation for the end. Most conspiracy theorists will tell you that they don’t believe that 2012 is the end of the world, but many in the spiritual community will confirm that 2012 is the end of the world as we know it, and this could be directly contributed to the collapse of world currency, which could create a domino effect into the end of international trade and a shortage in food.

Items for Preparation

So how do we prepare for a crisis without our relatives and friends wondering if you’ve watched “Hunger Games” too many times? There is a difference in being prepared and striking fear in your friends, family and community. Each household and community is different, but there are several key items that should be considered when putting together your crises stock.

·        Gold as currency

·        Staples – at least a month’s supply

·        Canned Foods – at least a month’s supply

·        Powder or condensed milk

·        Rice

·        Pasta

·        Seeds – to grow your own food.

o   By purchasing organic seeds/heritage seeds, this will help you continue to grow foods for years to come.

·        Cast iron pots, pans and kettles

·        Utensils

·        Livestock, with adequate feed.

o   Hens, chicken and even goats will be helpful.

·        Gardening tools

·        Fishing rods and nets

·        Storage jars for canning

·        Water

o   1 Gallon per person per day

·        Barrels (for rain)

·        Seasoned firewood

·        Saw and hatchet

·        Thermal wear – hats, vests, tops, leggings and socks

·        Blankets, scarves, warm coats, hats, gloves

·        Fruit trees

·        Matches

·        First aid kit

·        Soap

·        Toothbrushes, toothpaste, mouthwash

·        Medication

·        Wind up radio

·        Wind up torches

·        Mouse and rat traps

·        Flashlights

·        Batteries

·        Fuses

·        Light bulbs

·        Bicycles and repair kits

·        Reading glasses

·        Manual can opener

·        Tinfoil

·        Water purification systems

·        Weapon

o   This doesn’t necessarily have to be a gun. A sword, a knife, a bow, etc.

·        Candles

·        Extra propane tank (filled)

·        Gas for the generator

·        Battery-operated radio

·        Satellite Telephone

·        Toilet Paper

·        Laundry Detergent/Bleach

What You Can Do Now to Prepare

·        Learn how to garden.

·        Plant a garden. If you are living in a city and don’t have the land, you can either garden with containers or start a community garden.

·        Plant fruit trees.

·        Take a first aid course.

·        Locate a natural remedy practitioner in your community and keep their details to hand.

·        Have a written list compiled of names and numbers of family and friends.

·        If you have the room, purchase livestock (hens, chickens, etc).

·        Get into shape with bicycle.

·        Practice starting a fire.

·        Get trained on your chose of weapon.

·        Be conservative with financial investments and further purchases.

Then What?

Many of the above items listed you can find your government preparation websites, but there are several things that they fail to mention. Although they may tell you to stay calm, you should also remain positive throughout the crises. Just as the Law of Attraction states that we receive what we put out, it is important to remain as positive as possible throughout the ordeal. The final important thing is to make friends. By creating an alliance of friends, you can create a village of sorts and share in crops, supplies, barter and assist one another in chores.  

We can only hope that the preparations are for naught, but if the predictions ring true, in some way all of your work will be beneficial in one way or another.  

How are you preparing? Or are you? Do you think this is hogwash? I would love to hear!

Believe,

Kristy

www.tangledwishes.com

I Believe

Addison Logan and his grandmother, Lois, spent a Thursday afternoon perusing several garage sales. Thirteen year old Addison, from Wichita, Kansas, decided to purchase an old Polaroid Camera marked for $1, but it would end up being a supernatural shock when they got home. Inside the camera was a photo of Addison’s uncle, Lois’ son – Scott, who was killed in a car accident over 23 years ago. Lois ventured back to the garage sale, but the man who held the sale couldn’t remember where he had gotten the camera. After the surprise wore off, the family decided to take it as a sign from heaven, from Scott himself, saying that he was doing okay.

November 2011, Tim Art received an email from his childhood best friend, Jack Froese. Nothing surprising, I am sure, except that Jack passed away in June of 2011 from a heart condition. The email’s subject said, "I'm Watching." The message read, "Did you hear me? I'm at your house. Clean your <bleeping> attic!!!" Froese used to continually tease Art about his messy attic. Not long after that, another email from Froese came through to another friend that warned him of a pending ankle injury that did indeed happen. Instead of being spooked, Jack Froese’s friends and family claimed that the emails were a gift from Heaven.

It was a balmy autumn day when Cindy stared out of her office window, wishing to be anywhere but where she was. It had been 8 months since her husband had unexpectedly passed away after a minor procedure, and the grieving was still painful. Her work email pinged alerting her to new mail. When she glanced at her screen, her heart stopped. The email was from her husband, with the email’s subject, “Missing You.” The content of the message simply read, “I really miss you today. Love you lots.” Stunned, but grateful for the message, she picked up their wedding photo, stained with tears, and kissed it, whispering, “I miss and love you too”. When alive, her husband would send her a morning email when he got to work. 

Could the emails have simply been caught up in a server and just delivered late? Sure, but regardless, experiences such as these happen daily. Many chalk it up to coincidence, or are skeptical about the legitimacy of the stories, while others (including me) believe that it is pure synchronicity. They all happened at the right time.

I recently went to a gallery reading hosted by another Medium. Each time she referenced ‘the dead’, or ‘dead people’, I shuddered. Our loved ones who made the transition aren’t at all dead. Sure, they aren’t with us in the physical, but they continue to be around us in some way, shape or form. That butterfly that continues to flutter outside your window, or around you. The bird that follows you around the yard. The coins that you find on your walk. The song on the radio that reminds you of someone special. The rainbow in the sky just as you were about to give up hope. Each one of us receives signs from our loved ones on the Other Side, but often shrugs it off, and yet these are signs that they aren’t dead, but alive, just in a different way.  

So as you go through your day, take your eyes off of your phone, maybe take a walk instead of playing “Words With Friends”, and simply look around you. It is then that you may begin (or continue) to BELIEVE.

I Believe,

Kristy

References:

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/boy-buys-polaroid-camera-garage-sale-1-finds-photo-relative-died-23-years-article-1.1085616#ixzz1wDCGywno

http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/emails-men-received-electronic-communication-dead-friend-article-1.1038230?localLinksEnabled=false

Magick Comes In All Packages

My kids rarely get ill. Wait, I seem to be saying that a lot this year. Alright, pre-2012 they rarely got ill. This year the germs have taken up residence in the Robin's Nest (the Robinett's house). I have gone through many cans of Lysol and several Mr. Clean cleaners. Without the deep freeze that we normally get in Michigan, I fear that the viruses and bugs are not just strong, but have donned capes and little swords. I tried to lock the kids in their rooms, but that isn't fair, they still need to come out at least to do their chores (joking)!! So as I attempted to duck the influenza, I read a couple books (as I was telling Madelyn - it takes me about three hours to read about 400 pages), played Words With Friends, got caught up on my emails, harassed friends on Facebook, and watched Youtube. From Oprah's Life Class to Wicked, I tried to inundate myself with positive messages. When my family is sick, I tend to sponge the energy into my being and become teary and sad, so I bubbled myself off, did a lot of meditating where I allowed the 'rain' to wash over my energy field, and fought the blues with happy. As I was doing that, I came across a video from Britain's "America's Got Talent". Charlotte, a 15 year old pop singer, teamed up with a disheveled and shy 17 year old Jonathan. He spoke of how his size has always made him try to blend into the background, while Charlotte spoke of how she was his protector. Well, I won't ruin it - you have to watch for yourself.   

Magick comes in all shapes, sizes and forms and most of all, it comes from within.

Dare To Begin Your Journey

We are almost into the third month of the year and I wonder how many have reviewed their goals for 2012 and either hid their eyes to pretend they even made them or tossed them in the garbage and said, “Maybe next year”. There is a Chinese Proverb that says “To get through the hardest journey we need take only one step at a time, but we must keep on stepping”. Those first steps can be frightening and confusing especially if you aren’t sure which direction to go. It is so much easier to bury ourselves in self loathing and excuses, but is far from attractive.

How many times have you discovered that you weren't given the promotion that you believed you so well deserved or the so-called love of your life dumped you and instead of thinking that a door closed and another (and better one) will soon open, you pouted, stomped up and down, swore, and pretty much allowed the bitterness to envelope your soul? I think we’ve all gone through something similar, but I want to remind you that as soon as you let go of the anger of the situation, new blessings begin to shine through. So in essence, you are sabotaging the very thing that you want. You are building the walls that block your journey. Your true journey.

So if you’re upset and think that life stinks, I dare you to begin your journey. Throw off the blankets, put some nice clothes on, dry your tears and take one step at a time. Before you know it, the right doors (and people and situations) will present themselves and you will wonder what all the fuss was about!

Believe,

Kristy Robinett