I was speaking this morning on how Creator sends messages and guidance our way in so many different forms.
Literally the moment that I finished with my live publication I scrolled down once and I discovered an image that emphasized every word I had just shared and this for me was absolute divine intervention.👏🏽
What signs are you avoiding from the universe? Where are you turning a blind eye to warnings or guidance that you should be listening to? Do you even believe that divine intervention exists and it can impact your life or do you feel everything just is?
I really look forward to hearing your thoughts and beliefs on this 🤗☺️🙏🏽🙏🏽💙💜💃🏽🌀
So it’s been a while since I was working on my blog . Change of phones, old tech all that jazz, but I’m officially back.
Working on my business model I’ve had to revamp my entire social media presence so as much as I’m cringing at having so many accounts again, I just wanted to inform everyone that I’m officially back on:
WordPress;Instagram; twitter and Facebook. I’m embracing dancing Rivers as my personal brand for my career and personal life so you’ll be seeing a lot of flowing 😉
As weird as it is for me to have so many profiles, I look forward to sharing my day to living with you all and hopefully adding value to your scrolling❤️
As we all know, the world is in a state of crisis at present. The covid-19 pandemic has caught us all off guard and many of us are having to find new ways of being.
In the spirit of embracing change I have been looking for creative new ways to spend my time as well as to bring in a source of income.
In this endeavor I have stumbled upon an opportunity of a lifetime and this is what I want to write about today!
The new venture I have begun is a answer to a prayer for me. A business that let’s me work from wherever I want, earn a life changing income, while changing people’s lives with products that are the medicine of the future.
Cannabis is the medicine of our ancestors and it is the medicine of the future! I made a choice to join this business to promote this incredible gift from the earth, create financial freedom for myself and help others do the same.
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So after proudly sharing my draft of 3000 words of chapter one, I ended up scrapping most of it after reading it over in context to the following chapters and I realised it was just not flowing.
I’m proud to announce that 5778 words later, a stunning new addition of chapter one is ripe and ready to become a part of a story that is changing me inside out.
Chapter one is the very foundation of my life. An exploration of a romance between two utterly different people, set in the magnificent backdrop of the world famous Victoria falls.
Curses taint joy. Adrenaline may have some part to play in a love connection and a little known story is told withing a story about the native water deity NyamiNyami.
I am just so absolutely overjoyed and excited to jump to the next chapter and yet, I feel like I simply want to sit with my ancestors a little more in chapter one and absorb their essence into me so they can travel with me and guide me to the next part of their story.
The journey through the rivers of words that I’ve written so far has been rather melancholic.
At first I was eager to simply spew out words and format a book that could be sold. This all changed rapidly though. You see; as I was editing chapter one, removing some loopholes and red herrings in the story, I was suddenly consumed by the need to make the story true to life events. To honor the people I’m writing of by making their memory as real as I feel them.
A few words became a few feelings which then became new intentions. Magic was created. In writing especially of my mother, each word drew her face ever closer to me as though she were standing before me telling her own story.
In some ways I’m aware that I have begun a healing process to clear the karma of my mother’s bloodline by letting the truth of who I am flow out of me unapologetically. Each chapter focuses on a new time or aspect of my life and with each one, new feelings arise to be embraced and danced to the healing waters where they can flow freely outward. No longer burdening me with the weight of ancestral voices calling for peace.
Now I look into the mirror, I see reflections of my mother, and yes, her mother before her. I look I to my eyes and I see my heritage staring back at me. I see the pain of my ancestors and the strength of the women who came before me. I see the darkness that destroyed my grandmother and the blinding light of my mother’s love and courage.
I look now I to the mirror and I see a woman who was created with stories of other women before her. I hear their songs and their joys and I feel the comfort of their spirits around me. I feel the power of the magical words that spun their essence into existence.
Once upon a time I was merely Hazel Phillips. Running away from the past and the pain it carried with it. Today I stand before the looking glass and I am proud to call myself Hazel Phillips Dube. Daughter of Loveness Dube.
I carry my name with pride and I bare my crosses with humility, knowing I carry them for my daughter after me to walk an easier, lighter path.
I have always toyed with the idea of writing my own story since I was a little girl. Yet each time I picked up pen and paper, insecurities would plague me. “Will it be readable?” “Will anyone even care what is written?” “How will I get views for my book?” And on went the internal dialogue over the years (despite friends and teachers encouraging me to pursue writing). As a last ditch attempt at putting me in the right direction, the universe sent a friend my way.
This friend sent me a PDF folder of a short story he had read and asked my opinion of it. I read all two pages of the short story…
My initial reaction was “what on earth is actually happening here?” No real plotline, awful grammar. Lacking gravely in punctuation and there was not one speck of emotional impact from the “story”. I gave said friend feedback to which he agreed and he challenged me to write my own short story.
A few months ago I began working on a romance novella that tells the story of a mafia King’s son and an exotic African princess. (Yeah great cliché and unoriginal). This novella already had five pages by the start, yet I felt that I was forcing something that didn’t want to be shared. Writer’s block plagued me and I was feeling rather sorry for myself.
On the day the real “aha!” Moment arrived, I was mulling over the writer’s block and why I couldn’t get over it and somewhere along the line the thought occurred to me that perhaps because I was writing something completely unnatural to me and my senses.
That day, a week ago to be exact, I sat down and started to pen down the first stirrings of my life story. Suddenly my mind was alight with memory and feeling and joy. Chapter one was finished in the same day and edited the next. And in this I learnt that true writing has to come from the heart.
This is what this blog is about. My heartfelt experiences as a medium, mom, writer and poet (and all the other silly hats I wear throughout the day).
I hope this blog will reflect the reality of who I am and where I came from. To show the world the legacy of my family and leave something special of me for my daughter especially to look back on one day.
I grew up sort of mystified by mediums, psychics and intuitive people. Though in all honesty I highly doubted their true abilities and gifts.
In all fairness, how can you believe something that you can’t see can be so powerful as to see right through a person? “Humph! They must have scripted every melodramatic scene!” I’d mutter.
Now-laughing- I realise the error in my judgement. No, indeed you cannot judge a gift of a spiritual nature with your eyes and your logic. After all, how do you explain to someone that you see spirits and events as projections outside of yourself at times, then the very next moment they inhabit the same body that had been observing their coming and goings. A battle of wills is then waged. The spirit testing the waters to see if any more space will be relinquished and the psyche fighting to maintain control of the body it is native to.
In all manner of speaking, a medium is a spiritual soldier. Waging wars, protecting their kin. The medium’s job is to maintain that eternally fragile veil hence the term “medium”. She is the go-between of the physical and spiritual realms. Holding one at a distant while drawing the other ever nearer at the risk of being utterly consumed herself.
The medium calls forth that primal; trancelike state from the depth of her core being. Persuading; with formalities, the spirit to heed her call.
I have thus learnt that the gift of mediumship and channeling is not one to be taken lightly. Yet like all other talents and skills, one must use the gift in order to fully integrate each reading.
How to of medium ship:
Work in a clean, tranquil space
Welcome sitter and smudge
Open with expansion meditation
Welcome higher self and sitter’s higher self
Ask for guides to step forward
Look with your minds’ eye for signs and symbols
Feel the energy of the visiting spirit guide to detect possible messages
Translate symbols and energy into understandable message for sitter
Discuss personal meaning and ways to enact advice in real life