September Energy

We Are All Alchemists

I'm thinking a fine way to {sorry- this is a reoccuring theme lately} explain my absence on the blog is to explain what I've learned about the upcoming energy of September.  Nipping on the heels of an explosive and tumultuous August comes a more peaceful, calm, forgiving and decisive September.  Allow me to explain...

My personal life has been going through some, er, growing pains for the last year. The changes were like the steam inside a faulty pressure cooker: building and building but with no means of escape until I finally listened the the guidance of my "helpers" {go figure} who were beseeching me to surrender my worries to the Lord.  They wanted me to quit trying to control the situation and assured me everything would work out as it should if I would only relinquish the death-grip I had on my troubles.  Well my friends I am here to tell you that I am a stubborn one; a Leo through and through.  I am perfectionist who is very hard on myself.  I should be able to handle it all!  I got this!  I don't need any help... until I'm crashing :)  I was only able to "give it up" once I hit rock bottom and was forced to hand over my pain, stress, worry and indecision over to a Higher Power because I simply could no longer handle it myself.  I would like to say I surrendered gracefully but no- I did not give up peacefully or quietly~ sometimes we have to be dragged kicking and screaming into the night to find out there is really nothing to fear in the dark after all.

We are entering a time of Enlightenment where major life problems or situations that no longer serve a higher purpose are being taken from us, resolved, in order to create space to learn and grow.  Achieving resolution can become a struggle if, like in my case, we hold on to those issues in order to control instead of letting them go with ease.       

The accumulation of months of stress are the reason for my absence.  Thank you again to Kristy for holding it all together.  I can attest to the insane energy of the last few months because my own issues finally boiled over.  The pressure cooker broke releasing weeks and weeks and weeks worth of steam very quickly.  Over the last months my situation has resolved itself and will be concluding here soon.  I can breathe again.  I am happy, free, light and very very thankful to God and my helpers for sticking with me through months, no years, worth of nearly disabling self-doubt and disbelief. Those were necessary dark dark times of sorrow and despair that taught me invaluable lessons as they helped me find answers to my problems.  Now as I look back over all that I've documented for the last year I can see a pattern of guidance: "trust, believe, surrender, have hope, banish doubt, embrace faith."  And LOVE- above all love.  "You are loved."  When I was at my worst their messages were strongest, kinda like the Footsteps Poem where Jesus explains that when we are at our weakest He then carries us.  They carried me through- and they will you also if you can find it in your heart to believe.  Have faith.  Trust.  Hear them and truly listen.  But don't let me be the pot calling the kettle black.  Believing is hard hard hard- yet know they will never ever give up on you, even when you might be tempted to give up on yourself. 

September Energy

Thanks to B. Devine of Devine Miracles because much of this information comes from her. 

http://devinemiracles.com/

I've been doing a lot of reading on what September will bring us as individuals as well as for humanity as a whole.  I need my tools, want to be prepared with information while I allow the Divine to guide me.  Autumn is on its way, my favorite time of year and a season that I feel is highly magical.  Allow me to share what I've learned because it resonated with me and hopefully will with you as well.  The wisdom of the past is ready to be manifested into answers in the present.  Spiritual cosmic energy is strong and moving quickly which is allowing people to manifest thoughts into reality at a rapid rate.  Never before did the phrase "Be careful what you wish for!" hold more meaning than right now because our thoughts have the power to become things at an accelerated pace.  Be aware of what your are thinking about, where you are placing your energies, to ensure it is not only positive for you but also for a higher good.

New beginnings are overlapping endings this month as various cycles in our lives come together into a new level of being- a more peaceful, reassured and knowing self.  Take heart that this month will begin to feel more *still* than the rest of the year.  There should be no manipulation of Truth within you because this will impede the process of manifestation.  Do not doubt your own power to create.  Own it.  Calm your doubts.  Trust your intuition because it will become stronger and stronger.  Continue to study but also pay attention to the wisdom within- soon you will be called upon to impart that wisdom upon others with strength and self-confidence.  Right now you are nurturing your spiritual knowing so it can become second nature, who you are as a person instead of just what you are learning, hoping, to become.  Your dreams will become your reality if you simply believe and have faith.  

Love of self is very important right now.  Hunker down and reign in your energies, love and nurture yourself.  Take bubble baths.  Journal.  Read.  Indulge in good music and nurturing food.  Drink plenty of water.  A time will come for you to share with others but for right this moment go easy on yourselves.  It is a time of gathering- information and energy.  Allow yourself to be selfish with your time and energy!  Now is the perfect time to change eating habits to become lighter- lighter in person equals lighter in spirit.

Personally I was glad to read that the tempers and fiery energies that were mounting over the summer have now come to a head, been released and are tempering.  Many people experienced over the last few months physical symptoms like skin and stomach issues, anxiety or fear.  I myself had copious amounts of nervous energy and was lead to work outside in the yard or ride my bike... for miles.  My son saw more of the bike trail than ever before.  And at nearly forty years old I've been spoiled with good skin- until this past month when I felt like I was back in high school with breakouts, rashes and flare ups of my rosacea.  Yeah roiling energy!!!  This was all due to the process of being awakened and purging lower energies from the body.  Getting rid of bad stuff.  I find that when I get that nervous energy feeling I must go outside and be in nature- it is the only thing that will diffuse the"high."  Now that the energies have calmed we are beginning to let go of the old to make way for the new which is, for me personally, a huge theme in my life.  With assistance from my Divine helpers I am releasing that which no longer serves me to clear the way for my Divine purpose.  I know in the future I am meant to "help people" spiritually in some way; I don't need all the answers right now- it's in the preparation phases :)  I am simply supposed to trust, study and learn.  

We are finding relief to long standing issues in our lives which goes along with the theme of release.  Upgrades are happening within us, abilities are being awakened and strengthened.  There are new beginnings to look forward to, and September is a month to find people, those we once knew or new faces we've never met before, who will be in our lives forever so be aware of who you meet!

Embrace the joy of release and relief.  Enjoy peace within.  Be gentle on yourself and as always remember to live your lives through love!  And remember~ at those times when you think "Could this be magic?" it is!

~Love, Light & Blessings,

Jennifer        

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)

Tell Me Something

“Psychic Readings Today” read the sign.  The event was in full swing with a vast array of partygoers.  Jason, the business owner, told me to mingle and he would announce that I was available to do readings for whoever was interested a bit later.  I love talking to people, so chit chatting wasn’t an issue.

I started in one corner and had a lovely conversation with a local politician and ended up in another corner speaking with a television host.  During any of the conversations, I didn’t mention my profession, as it didn’t come up, and I don’t go around screaming that I am a Psychic Medium, but I did congratulate myself at sounding semi-intelligent and being half-way witty.

The television host began taping his segment for the show and I sat not far away watching, seated on a black leather stool.   In mid-sentence he stopped, looked at the posted sign and laughed.  “Psychic?” he said mockingly.  “Where is this psychic.”  The audience snickered, as if sharing in a private joke.

Shyly, I raised my hand and smiled.  “Sorry, I must have left gypsy outfit at home,” I answered, tongue in cheek.

The host turned a deep shade of red and nodded, returning quickly to his cue cards.  Hiding my humiliation, I got up off my seat, held my head high and walked steadily into the bathroom.

And broke down crying.

I am human and I do have feelings.  The ‘sensitive’ in me, I suppose.  If it was just a career, I could take it, but my gift (sometimes a curse) isn’t just a career, it is who I am.

After fixing my makeup and gaining my composure, I went back into the room just as the taping was ending.  Jason met me at the doorway, took my elbow and ushered me to a small card table with two chairs so that I could begin my readings.  After doing some deep breathing and asking my Guides to come assist, I was ready.

I sat at the table waiting for my next reading and guess who walks in? It was indeed the television host.  Our reading was pleasant and in the end he gave me a hug (I’ m a huggy person!) and apologized by saying, “But you look so normal.”  I took that as a compliment.

The thing with being a Psychic Medium is that I sometimes feel as if I am a circus act.  Put a coin in Kristy and out comes the fortune. If only so simple. When people discover who I am, I am immediately asked “So…tell me something” followed closely by “So who is around me?”  Sometimes instead of those words I hear instead, “So jump through a hoop, Kristy” or “Show us a trick.”  I don’t think most realize how exhausting of a process it is to read someone – to open the veil between worlds and pick up the messages that can sometimes be as complicated as translating another language. My switch doesn’t get turned up all the way all of the time unless I want it to be.  It has taken me a long time to train my switch so it wasn’t ‘on’ all of the time.  I just can’t imagine finding out that someone was a dentist and opening my mouth in front of him and telling him to check out a tooth.  Same difference?  I think so.

In all honesty, I really dislike the term ‘psychic’ to begin with.  It conjures up images of crystal balls and kooks running around with their hands upwards feeling everyone’s energy.  Well, maybe it just does for me.

I was doing a Sirius radio show when the hostess, a well known celeb, told me that she thought I was career confused and I should re-label myself as a ‘Life Coach’.  At first I was taken aback and hurt.  But as I thought more about it, I realized that she was right.  Although I talk to your loves ones, along with doing the psychic thing, I also do a fair amount of life coaching.  And my friends and family know that I have learned a lot in my short life (ha!) and that my mistakes have only helped me counsel my clients back on a path that they should be on.  But instead of changing my title of Life Coach, I have only added it on to the Psychic Medium.  It seems to take the fear out of some people who see me.  Oh, you wouldn’t believe those that shake in their boots, their eyes wide out of pure fear that I am going to see all the skeletons in their closet.  It isn’t like that!

I once had someone give me the advice on telling others that I was an insurance salesperson when asked my career to avoid the numerous, and sometimes exhausting questions. Nobody wants to speak to an insurance salesperson, right? Although I have been tempted, instead I would much rather be honest, but please understand that I don’t want to try and eat dinner and talk to your grandma who passed away three years ago. It has nothing to do with money, it has everything to do with I am probably hungry and probably did well over my allotted time in the office jumping between worlds and am tired. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do, but I see tragedy multiple times a day and sometimes I just need some time off. We all need time off. It is what helps center us.

The last few weeks I haven’t felt completely centered and realized that it was because my psychic motor has been not only been turned on, it has been dialed all the way up. Today, I was reminded to dial down. We all need to dial down once in awhile. So next time you meet a a Psychic Medium, be respectful of their gift. And if you meet someone who says they are an insurance salesperson – be suspicious, they may actually be a Psychic Medium!

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