To Trust or Not To Trust

by Love M. Powers
www.DareTruthLove.com

Now that I’m able to access information from beyond…beyond what I have learned in this physical body, I have the choice to trust or not to trust the information. For the most part, I chose to trust the information, no matter how bizarre or illogical it seemed, and act on it.

This took me completely out of my comfort zone. Yet I knew this was precisely why I needed to trust and act on the information…to get out of my little box and start living life more spontaneously.

Let go of control. That was a message I was getting repeatedly. That can be a very scary thing to do, to let go of control. But I did it anyway. I was ready for some change in my life. I was ready to let these invisible beings who had made themselves known to me take the wheel for a while and see where my Spirit Guides would take me.

First I had to learn how to communicate with them. And discern whether the information was for my highest good or not. I was not going to listen to and act on information that was going to hurt me. Nor would I do anything to hurt anyone else.

I was overwhelmed by the information I was getting. I would hear it. I would feel it. I would see it. I would sense it. I would just know it. And as I received this information, I asked a lot of questions.

When I would ask questions, if the answer was “Yes” I would feel a tug in my gut area pulling my tummy to my spine. When I would speak words that came to me (also known as channeling) my tummy would be pulled into my spine as I spoke. This feeling in my gut was my confirmation signal and I would use it to double-check any information I received.

For example, when I would receive information, I would say it out loud and ask if that was what was being communicated to me. If the answer was “Yes” I’d feel that pulling sensation in my gut. If the answer was “No” I wouldn’t feel anything. So I would then ask, “Was that a no?” And my gut would confirm the no if indeed the answer was no.

I got really good at phrasing questions into yes or no questions. It was easier for me to get clear answers with my gut. This was all new to me. Never before in my life (as far as I can remember) did I have a sensation in my gut like this.

I was fascinated by this new ability to communicate with invisible beings. I didn’t realize they existed. Now I know they do because of my own personal experience with them. They are for real. Even if people find what I share hard to believe. It’s okay. I’m sharing not to make you believe, but simply to share my experiences so that others who are having similar experiences might be able to understand what’s happening. And so that others can help me better understand what’s been happening with me.

As I trusted, and sometimes didn’t trust, the information I received I learned some very valuable lessons. The first big lesson I will share in my next blog post. I’ve already eluded to it in this blog post. It is the most critical thing we as humans need to do if we want help from invisible beings. Care to have a guess? Look for my next blog post to find out if you were right.

My Time is Short

by Love M. Powers
www.DareTruthLove.com

My time is short on the island of Kauai. Just three more full days here in this beautiful place before I head back to Austin, Texas. I’m excited and I’m sad. Excited for the new life that awaits me in Austin. Sad to leave this sacred sanctuary.

The peace and the quiet is something I will miss. Exactly two months on this Hawaiian island, to the day. I didn’t even realize that till today. I arrived the day before Thanksgiving, November 26th. And I leave on Monday, January 26th on a red-eye to Seattle. Where I wait for over four hours for my flight to Austin.

It’ll be a long couple days of travel. I don’t get into Austin until about 6pm. From a quiet place all by myself in beautiful nature, back to the city into a two-bedroom apartment with my friend and her little boy. Her adult son joins us that Friday. Which is when I’ll be moved to the couch.

I’ve slept on plenty of couches over the last four years. I’m grateful just to have a roof over my head and something comfortable to sleep on.

I’m so grateful my friend is letting me stay with her until I find a place of my own in Austin (or I’m “guided” somewhere else). It’s hard to believe I moved all of my belongings to Austin back in 2011 and I still don’t have a home yet. Homeless still. I never thought I’d be homeless. Ever!

It has not necessarily been a bad thing to be without a home. I realize now that being homeless freed me from being tied to one place and having to keep going back to that home. This allowed me to venture out to places I never thought I’d go.

It was four years ago on April 1, 2011 that I boarded a plane from Portland, Oregon for the first leg of my flight to Los Angeles. Little did I know I’d not make it to LA.

As the flight attendant announced “This plane will be going non-stop to San Jose and then on to Austin,” I heard a voice inside my head say to me, “When you get to San Jose, you’re going to get off the plane and buy a ticket and stay on this plane to go to Austin.”

Because I had vowed to trust and follow all of the guidance I was receiving since I started hearing my guides so clearly on that fateful day in December 2010, I didn’t really hesitate [too much] with my response. “Okay?” I replied to that voice with a questioning wonder. Oh boy. What’s up now, I thought. Austin, Texas? I had never been to Austin.

I almost went to Austin in April 2008 when I had planned to go to a real estate investing seminar about investing in storage units when I had to cancel the trip due to a medical emergency. It was right after a week long meditation retreat in Corona, California.

I had planned on staying with a friend in Irvine for a few days after the retreat. Before I headed to Austin for the seminar, I wanted to meet up with a couple women who lived in the area to give them a presentation about my network marketing business.

I was doing really well with my new business as one of the top recruiters in the Portland area. Unlike the seven different MLMs I had tried before, I was actually making money with this business.

Within my first month in the business I had earned my first $300 commission check. That was more than I made in commissions in all the other seven companies combined after working my ass off for so long in them.

Multi-level marketing companies did not work for me. No matter how hard I worked at them.

But this business was different. It had a different compensation structure. And I was right when I saw it and knew I could make money with this one.

Finally. A way to create a passive income stream that would allow me to live my dream of singing. Well, that’s what I thought.

My friend, Alan, picked me up from the retreat. We grabbed some lunch together while catching up on the time since we last saw each other. Then he took me back to his place to get settled in and ready for my evening meeting with my two prospects.

The presentation went well. The ladies loved the business and I ended up with two more new business partners. That night I went to bed excited. Excited to have two new members for my team.

And excited to be with Alan again.

As I lay next to Alan, he reached over and pulled me toward him. We kissed and things started to get hot and heavy. But before things got too heavy, I let him know that Aunt Flo was in town, but was at the tail end of her trip.

My menstrual cycle would be over soon. Hopefully soon enough that we’d be able to have a little fun before I left for Austin in a couple days.

The next morning I asked Alan where I could walk to get some breakfast. I was so hungry my stomach was hurting.

He gave me directions to a nearby restaurant. It was a short walk.

When my breakfast was served, I was unable to eat. So I took my breakfast to go and walked back to my friend’s apartment.

What I thought were hunger pains was actually my appendix. I didn’t know this for sure and refused to let my friend take me to the hospital because I didn’t have medical insurance.

I remembered a voice in my head tell me on April 1st to get medical insurance. I ignored it, and continued to go without insurance because I couldn’t really afford it. I rarely got sick. I was always pretty careful and had never been accident prone.

I stayed in Alan’s apartment while he went to work each day. I was in excruciating pain with a high fever holding out and waiting for this all to pass. I didn’t have insurance. I couldn’t go to the hospital.

After a couple days, the pain did subside and so did my fever. I felt well enough to change my flight to go back home to Portland. Something told me that would be better than continuing with my plans to go to the seminar in Austin.

About an hour before my late afternoon flight home, I decided to start packing my things. I found myself with little energy and unable to complete my packing in time to get to the airport for my flight. So I changed my reservation and pushed the flight out a few more hours, into the evening, to give myself more time.

Before I had to leave for the airport, I had enough time go online and purchase some medical insurance, just in case. I also called one of my new business partners and was chatting with her for a while. Then all of a sudden I felt like I was going to pass out. I quickly ended my call with her and dialed Alan’s cell phone number.

He sent me to voicemail. I quickly called him again. Again, he sent my call to voicemail. I dialed again. I was sent to voicemail AGAIN. I called again and again as he kept sending me to voicemail.

I called about seven to eight times. I was desperate to get through to him before I lost consciousness. I was sure I was about ready to pass out.

Just when I was ready to give up calling him, he called me back. “I have to go to the hospital,” were the first words out of my mouth. “I’ll be right there,” he said.

He took me to the closest place he knew of where I was examined by a doctor. The doctor told us to go to the hospital because he thought it might be my appendix.

I didn’t want to believe that. But, as soon as I realized that the pain I was feeling was not hunger pains, I do remember the thought that hit me when I first felt the pain, “It’s your appendix.” Again, I just didn’t want to listen.

Even so, I wanted to wish it away. Please let it be something else. Not my appendix. Not something so major.

I wasn’t sure if I’d be covered by the medical insurance I just bought online. I was so worried that something major was happening and I’d be stuck with a huge medical bill.

Alan took me to Irvine Medical Center where a doctor examined me as we calmly chatted about what might be wrong. I didn’t want to panic or anything until I knew something for sure.

The doctor told me a few different things it might be and then said he was going to have me get a CAT scan to find out for sure. So they wheeled me off into another room for the CAT scan and then brought me back to the same room.

The doctor came back into the room no longer talking as calmly anymore. “We’ve called a surgeon. We’re going to get you into surgery right away,” he said with a much more urgent tone than before. Uh oh.

In my head I kept thinking, “I’m going to be fine. I’m going to be fine.” Or maybe I was hearing, “It’s going to be fine. It’s going to be fine.” Honestly, I can’t remember which it was now that it’s been almost seven years.

But whichever it was, I had this feeling that I would be fine. Simple, routine surgery to remove my appendix. No big deal.

I was introduced to the anesthesiologist, wheeled out of the room again and was out before I knew it. I didn’t wake up until 11pm that night, in a hospital room all by myself. No one was there. Not even my friend, Alan. I was alone.

The Challenge is Challenging

by Love M. Powers
www.DareTruthLove.com

Day 3 of the Your Turn Challenge, and I am finding this surprisingly challenging. I like to write, so content should be easy for me. But today, I’m blanking on what to write about. So I think I will use the blogging challenge to do a daily journal, because I am writing a book about my life. This will be a good habit to get into for writing my book. The journal will be a part of it. Yeah. Good idea.

I have four full days left to enjoy the beautiful island of Kauai before I take a very long flight back to Austin, Texas through Seattle on Monday afternoon. So I am making the most of my last few days and really enjoying myself.

I introduced myself to the neighbors across the street, Patty and Rich. They have two orange trees, an avocado tree, a lemon tree and a ruby grapefruit tree. They let me pick some oranges, grapefruit and avocado to take home with me.

I love fresh squeezed juice in the morning with my breakfast of fried potatoes with fresh garlic and onions and two fried eggs. I pick free thyme and chives, chop the chives and sprinkle the aromatic herbs on top of my eggs and potatoes. It’s a delicious combination and the highlight of my day. I love my breakfast.

I did an amazing workout hiking the hills of the property I’m staying on. Went to see Robert at his art gallery. He and Natalie had driven to the end of the road to see the 30-40 waves that peaked today. Many others did, too, Robert said because the traffic was really bad. About an hour to drive 2 miles.

The weather has been really, really nice since I arrived on Kauai on December 4th. It did rain pretty hard for a few days, but even that was nice. It’s still very warm even when it rains. It was in the 80’s with lows in the 70’s when I first got here. Then after about a month, the lows went down to the 60’s and I was actually cold. The high’s in the 70’s. It was nice to have cooler days, but I liked the low of 70’s at night. 70’s are perfect for me. Santa Barbara weather. I love that weather.

I went to college in Santa Barbara, at UCSB. It was awesome. The campus is surrounded on three sides by the ocean. Great place to go to school. I lived in the dorms the first year with two other girls, Stacy and Angie. Wow! So long ago. When I was on the game show, Classic Concentration and won a car. That was so fun! Many years later, I found my episodes on YouTube. See if you can solve the puzzles…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDBXjaNUiw4&list=UUZJHleZmJjN-EuYDkd3ZDfg

Happy blogging. See you tomorrow.

I failed. Or did I?

by Love M. Powers
www.DareTruthLove.com

Day two of the blogging challenge and it’s just past midnight and into the third day. I totally forgot…until now. So did I fail? I guess I’ve got to set some kind of an alarm or reminder for myself to make sure that I write my blog post. Because here I just started and I feel like I’ve failed already.

Failure. What does that mean? It doesn’t feel good to me. I can feel it in my body. I’ve been conditioned to believe that failure is bad. But Ariana Huffington says failure is the stepping stone to success.

What did I learn with this failure today? That I need to set up some kind of reminder until blogging becomes a habit. I like to use FollowUpThen.com to email myself reminders. Then when I check my email throughout the day, I’ll be reminded. I’ll let the email sit there until I write my blog post. And only then, after I’ve completed my blog post, will I delete the reminder email.

It’s 12:12am (Hawaii time). Short but sweet, I’m submitting my post so I don’t feel like such a failure anymore. I vow to do better…starting tomorrow. I will not fail. I will use this failure to be sure I don’t fail again. And I’ll stop feeling bad about failing. Because making mistakes is how I learn. To do better next time. 🙂

It’s Seth Godin’s [and my Spirit Guides’] Fault I’m Challenged Today (Winnie Kao’s, too)

by Love M. Powers
www.DareTruthLove.com

They challenged me. And I am accepting the “Your Turn Challenge” put forth by Winnie who is Seth Godin’s Special Projects Lead to write one blog post [article] everyday for seven days. I’ve been wanting to get back into blogging and make it a regular habit for a long time now.

Did my Spirit Guides send me the “Your Turn Challenge”? Answer: “Yes!”

Seth Godin’s email arrived in my inbox and I just knew it was a sign from the universe, a message from my Spirit Guides, that it’s time to get moving on my blog again.

I enjoy writing so this challenge should be easy. However, I haven’t been too disciplined over the last few years. Why? Well…I’ve been on a spiritual journey which took me out of my old routine and has me going more with the flow these days. I surrendered. I let go of control. So I could be guided by my Spirit Guides more easily. And stop resisting the new life I’m now creating.

Spirit Guides. Is that term unfamiliar to you? It was not familiar to me either prior to about 2009 when things in my life started changing…very drastically. And quite dramatically on a fateful day in December 2o10! That was when my Spirit Guides made themselves known in an undeniable way.

But it all really started consciously for me in April 2009 when I took a class called Lightworkers 101. I say consciously because that’s when I made a conscious decision to take this spiritual path, all in the name of love. (In the name of love? I’ll explain later in a future blog post.)

I trace the noticeable unconscious beginnings to around 2007 when I started meditating with Holosync Meditations. Things I didn’t understand and couldn’t explain started happening to me. (More details about that in future blog posts.)

Back to the Lightworkers 101 class. I had no idea what this class was about because my friend is the one who wanted to take it. Not me. I didn’t even know what “Lightworkers” were, or what that word meant. I just did it because a 2-for-1 special was offered for the class. So I decided to take it with her.

Before that I was doing pretty normal things like working as an accountant, paying bills, looking for love and building a new network marketing business. The goal with my new business was to make enough money to finance my dream of living my passion of singing.

Today my life is so different than it was back then. It’s taken me a while to get used to it as I let go of old programming and conditioning in order to embrace more fully the new path I set my feet upon—a path into the unknown with no footprints to follow.

As things unfolded on my new path, it got pretty challenging. And even scary at times. (I’ll save the details for a future blog post and keep you in suspense for a bit.) Things are not so challenging or scary anymore because I understand things better now. However, the level of understanding just keeps growing. There always seems to be more to learn.

I do things much more spontaneously now than I ever have before. And there has been little-to-no routine in my life which has actually been really nice. But now I’m ready for more routine so I can get some things going that have sat stagnant for a while.

Thank you, Winnie and Seth, for inspiring more routine in my life. In honor of starting routines, I’m also including a workout routine each day.

Wait! I take that back. I should probably start small so I don’t take on more than I can handle. I’m such a perfectionist that incorporating too many routines at once can be overwhelming. Maybe I’ll wait until this blogging challenge becomes a habit, and then start the next routine.

I’ll still keep working out. I just may not do it everyday. Today’s workout was a great one, though, as I hiked the hills of a beautiful property on Kauai, the Garden Isle of Hawaii, for 50 minutes and then did some other exercises, stretching and yoga outside in the beautiful sunshine.

It’s a great day for starting my blog again. Stay tuned for more…