A Selection of True Awakening Experiences Part III – The seasons of our lives




I was asked to take part in a writing adventure by Barbara Franken, a wonderful lady with a

beautiful blog.  You can view her inspiring website at:




I was asked to write about my experiences which moved me, awakened me and ascended me

on my shortstop journey here on earth.  You can read similar stories in October which provide a

glimpse into the awakening and the ascending process of other people.  These stories appear on

her blog with the link provided below:







The four seasons in Canada do not happen in certain parts of the world but seasons can

still happen no matter how subtle they may be.  Mankind’s spirituality can also be felt in

the four seasons of the self as well.  Seasons have awakened me spiritually every year and I have

ascended simply by being and by listening to the whispers of the seasons.

If I have tweaked you with one thought, one example, one comparison or one image that

you love then I have brought you into an awareness. You have been awakened and you

have ascended into your consciousness no matter how insignificant the thought may be as

long as you felt a vibrational shift.  It is another spiritual step you have taken on your


One can experience the IAM, just being, oneness, and then be still which can

produce a greater awakening but not necessarily a more startling ascension.  For me, it is

experiencing the mundane where I find the mundane experiences produce astonishing

epiphanies and significant feelings of ascension.  We are mind, body, and spirit.  Our minds

awaken us, our bodies react and our spirits ascend.  Aligning ourselves with truth, our spiritual

power becomes ours and with this spiritual power, we ascend vibrationally with love and

with tranquility which our self, (IAM) transcends into an elated consciousness.





Winter’s lullaby begins and Winter’s breath lays a white coat everywhere before us.  When

I was a child I loved Winter and the hours of play outside to me was entertaining until our little

extremities were numb.  I remember snow-caked mittens and long icicles hanging from the

eaves which were a delight to taste despite mother’s warnings.

Winter to me was white death and the word made me cringe.  Eventually, Winter has

taught me that death is not permanent and life continues.  The stillness of Winter is a time

for rest and also for your next spiritual cycle to begin.   The hush of babies sleeping is waiting to

be awakened in Spring to renew the process once again.  It is a season of reflection as Winter

magically receives and prepares Spring, Summer, and Autumn for future activities just as we

receive spiritual awakenings and spiritual gifts throughout the years as well.

Winter has awakened me to know its gentleness, serenity and its beauty.   Everything in life

which produces a love vibration brings you joy and happiness.  You awaken and you ascend in

consciousness.  Make your life one to rest, to observe, to reflect, to feel serenity, to be at peace,

and most of all to feel love as we are always held in its cradle.  Remember beneath the snow

there are seeds.





Winter’s icy torment follows Spring and when the sun draws closer to earth, the Spring

thaw occurs and we see Mr. Winter melt himself away.  Springtime is the land of

awakening where many plants emerge out of the ground and trees don their leaves since a


Many births take place and all births seem to be in a rush.  There is a cleaning to be done

which Autumn left behind and Winter has covered up.  The decayed leaves and the smell of

renewed earth is two of my delights in Spring which invigorates me out of Winter’s


The perpetual nature of Spring births awakens me to shed my old ways which are no

longer necessary and once again we slip into our newer skins which sees themselves in

the Spring of their awakening.  Spring offers rejuvenation and a promise of growth not only

in nature but in oneself as well.  Can you imagine a tree sprouting from inside a seed?

Growing blossoms in the Spring.  Growing into a full leaf in the Summer.  Autumn is where

plants produce many seeds and a magnificent show of Autumn colors.  Winter-bare for

resting.  All from one seed!


Confidence in a seed


Only if we had,

our visions in a seed.

Without question.

Without understanding.

Just to let it be:

Into the invisible of confidence.

Which grows flowers.

Into recycling.




I feel the Spring of my life is a new beginning.   Gaia (Mother Earth) lets us feel a new

Spring over and over, year after year again with new eyes.   Spring is similar to being born,

physically, emotionally and Spiritually.  One can hope to maintain a childhood purity where

one can grow and bring that innocence forward into one’s consciousness.

I ascend knowing the awesomeness of Spring.  Its rapid growth, the offering of many

Spiritual gifts to the soul and also, its wonderful magical dance of miracles in nature and

within my Spiritual self.

Spring moves us forward with a renewal of our spirituality and brings us into a new

space of being.  From death, a birth arises, from a birth, death is inevitable and the cycle

continues on earth.   At this time, we enter another season – a season of exploration which

inevitably screams of Summer.





Our arrival into Summer is cherished by many.  People flock to the beach.  I love the waves

that swash upon the shore.  The sound brings peace and tranquility which hypnotizes me into


Another activity is venturing out in the woods and communing with nature which has a

peaceful and calming effect to my essence.  Going barefoot on the grass or  on another natural

surface is called earthing and grounding.  Follow the link to read more about the benefits

of earthing and of grounding.




Humanity needs peace.  Peace is simple yet is made complicated by mankind.  As more

people awaken, we will eventually tip the scale for humanity’s ascension.

Gaia keeps on giving and giving to humanity despite us harming her.  Heal ourselves and

we heal her as well and eventually, we will see Gaia continue her development into a new


Summer symbolizes adventure.  As we look inside ourselves, we are in the summer of our

soul with its explorative nature seeking where our spiritual development will take us to an

awakened state and to an ascension.  Summer is the youth and adulthood of our existence

before we feel Autumn’s yawn and where we feel the serenity of our golden years or Autumn

years which presents itself at our doorstep.





A switch in time slowly turns and with a gust of a colder wind, we quickly slip back into

Autumn.  Autumn above all is my favorite season.  Gaia begins with her paintbrush by dabbing

trees from her multicolored palette at hand.  A final masterpiece is trees that are set ablaze.

Autumn’s bountiful harvest signifies a lessening of labor and a time of an awarded rest.

The pumpkin patch is one of my favorite activities when it comes to Halloween which is a

holiday that is celebrated in North America, Mexico, and a few other countries abroad under

different names.  Follow the link below and you will read about Halloween traditions and

other Halloween celebrations around the world.








In some parts of the world, frost is also known as Nature’s Grim Reaper which signifies a

slow-to-quick death to some plants.  We can still experience warmer weather at this time,

however, the first frost yields its magic to a splendid leaf color change.  Frost on the

pumpkin is a warning to us all.  Two thoughts come to mind, “As the killer frost drapes itself

over pumpkins and over the land do we not as humans experience a frost ourselves?  Is

there not a frost on all of mankind?”  I think humanity is at crossroads where truth is being

unveiled all over the world and humanity is begging for change.  I can feel a shift

happening.  There is love being sent vibrationally.  It is an exciting time to bear witness to

the joy and happiness being reborn and for humanity claiming true freedom which is our


Winter will soon be here and we will say goodbye to Autumn.  As Autumn matures it

sets the stage with a freezing chill to allow Winter to have its icy grip for a few months within

the cycle of recycling which begins anew.

Every awakening and ascension are an experience to open one’s heart.  No matter how small

or how big an awakening or an ascension is they are part of a spiritual web where all is

interconnected as one.  Autumn awakens me out of my Summer laziness and I ascend further

knowing the beauty of four seasons and also, the beauty in THE SEASONS OF OUR LIVES.

Be well and be at peace.






A Selection of True Awakening Experiences Part III – Awakened by Grief and ascended in love


Awakened by Grief and ascended in love



     I was asked to take part in a writing adventure once again


by Barbara Franken, a wonderful lady with a beautiful blog.  You


can view her inspiring website at:




     I was asked to write about my experiences which affected me and


which awakened and ascended me on my shortstop journey here on


earth. You can read similar stories with the link below which


provide glimpses into the awakening and the ascending process of


other people. There will be a story to read every day in October


on her blog which you can follow with the link:/




Awakened in silence


     There are many events that precipitate one’s journey and its


growth which occurs to evolve one’s consciousness.   I was


painfully shy and kept to myself in silence due to trauma.  One


incident taught me to have confidence in Spirit.  One night, in


particular, I was working and I had finished my duties at three


in the morning.  With no transportation and three miles from home,


I began to walk.  During my walk, I got an eerie feeling I


was going to be murdered.  I looked behind me and a man was


quickly walking towards me.  I was in transition of leaving my


religion and waiting for another movement which would be


compatible with my awakening.  I looked behind me and the


man was getting closer.  I asked Spirit for protection.  I


looked behind me again and the man started to pick up the pace.


When I turned around there was a big dog on my right side.  The


man crossed the street and went into a wooded area.  The dog


followed me to my house.  I went inside to fetch a dog snack


when I came out the dog was gone.  I was left mystified.


Little by little, on my journey, I felt like I was being taken


care of, loved and protected.  In my silence, I was awakened


similar to a dormant seed in darkness ready to germinate and


ascended in silence where things grow.



Awakened by love


     A blissful reunion of souls occurred when I met my partner.


In relationships, every couple has disagreements which are


insignificant.  We had two arguments in the 26 years of being


together but nothing earth shattering whereas it did not harm


our relationship and after the arguments, we belly laughed.


     We spiritually grew together and we were inseparable.  We both


agreed that we were inextricably tied to each other and this bond


preceded our incarnations.  Our ties also bound us to our own


crossovers and beyond.  Perhaps we can be deemed infinity




     Our lives together were spent awakening one another


about world events and we had many incidences which left us in


awe on our spiritual path and these experiences were pivotal to


our spiritual growth.


     My belief and my partner’s belief are everyone ascends in


their own time.  This life or next life etc.  In the ascension or


the awakening process, no one is ahead or behind us.  We are all


on the same journey awakening at our own pace or awakening with


experiences that are before us unwillingly or willingly.  After


all, we are all brothers and sisters.  My partner has awakened


me to a newer sense of loving me and with others in a new way and


vice versa.  My partner taught me that every human has a story


and every life is precious. During this awakening, we became more


sensitive to and a recognition that we are all one. We also


recognized the importance love makes in this world and this love



is a catalyst that changes people. I ascended with more love being


with my partner and I know there will be more ascension experiences


involving love to look forward to.  Love is all there ever was and


love is all there is.


Awakened by Grief


     On March 29, 2016, my world came harshly crumbling down.


My partner suffered a stroke.  I spent eight hours at the


hospital and I wanted a shower and to have a bite to eat.  The


last words I heard was, “I love you and you are the best thing


that has happened to me.”  I returned an hour later and what met


me was my partner who was non-responsive.  My heart sank.  The


prognosis was bleak said the doctor.  They could cut half of his


brain out but there was no guarantee the paralysis would


disappear and my partner could still end up drooling in a care


facility.  I had two tough decisions to make and one was to let


my partner go and the second was to sign an order not to




     The next day there was a feeling of agitation in the room


(I felt this with other crossovers as well.)  as my partner’s


crossover was imminent and this was another birthing process to


the other side.  After the crossover, there was such peace in


the room.  This turned out to be the most painful event on my


journey.  When we die we do ascend – we have no choice?  An


ascension out of the body?  However, it all depends on your




     I was about to embark on my own spiritual birthing process


unknown to me at that time. Many said time heals all wounds.


I did not want to hear this and I wanted to scream at them.


Only two friends said, “I am here for you, I don’t know what


you are going through.  If you want to talk I am here.”


Understanding and compassion were shown.  Two people stayed


by my side constantly and still do.  They are both beings of


light sent to my darkness which I had found myself in.


I had to put my 3 cats up for adoption and one I had to put to


sleep because of health issues.  She was my soul cat and again,


more lost.


I lost my house.  This has taught me that losses are not


permanent.  People departed and pets are always with you in


spirit and material things can be replaced.  If we listen to


signs Spirit is giving us or leading us to a breadcrumb trail


then the caring and the sense of being of being taken care of


is felt.  After two years a switch went off within me and I felt


lighter than I had ever felt.  I knew the grief had lifted and


when I looked back, it had been almost two years of the dark


night of the soul.  I had grown and I can think of my partner


with a smile and soon we will be reunited.  I lost 11 friends


and my sister in the two and a half year since my partner passed.


I miss my partner terribly, also, my friends and my sister.


Grief has awakened me on this journey and when I look back on


every experience, every event, no matter what the circumstances


are, there will always be a spider web of awakening and an


ascension to behold. I now feel joy in my heart.  I enjoy life


again.  I came to know that Grief is a gift and that my


partner’s death was also a gift to me.  I was awakened by grief.


I have evolved Spiritually and there is a Spiritual


maturity in my life.  I knew I had also ascended with love knowing


my partner was with me all along.  When we awaken only then will


we ascend.  Below is a poem I wrote titled, “Grief is a gift”


and another, “I felt your touch.”




Grief is a gift


There is a heart in heart connection.


Please grab onto my soul and don’t let’s go.


Forever I ask from you to stay all the while by my side.


My essence flies with a flutter from you.


We are going on a sojourn of memories when you were walking the




But there is a time when the sky expresses my tears.


And I’m comforted by the cradle of love.


Rocking me into reality.


You left my spirit shattered.


I was a lost sheep wandering aimlessly.


Separation justified my heartache.


Painting itself into my world.


Nothing can stop this journey.


I was so in love.


Our lives burning in the essence,


Of the flame,


We started so long ago.


By the moon’s charming ways.


We were captivated by the pull that lulled our adventure to be




Sorrow is a bridge I traveled upon.


And with time the sunshine made itself present.


The tears dried up and replaced with fondness and with a smile.


But there was light through the darkness.


And again, I walk the road of happiness.


Although the ache in my heart remains,


And softly beats of missing you.


I realize then that Grief had become a gift.



This is another poem I wrote 2 days after my partner’s death


I felt your touch


I felt your touch upon my face.

A hand that is no more.

It was only goosebumps from the other side.

You were the half of my heart that made me whole.

A sanctuary upon a sanctuary, a sanctuary of Eden

As I sensed you in my garden.

My haven you are welcome to visit.

Trying to tell me what it was like in the afterlife.

But secrets kept between us – never – except for this one.

And they keep moving the moon around me all night.

I felt your touch upon my face.

A hand that is no more.

It was only goosebumps from the other side.

Our souls were twined in a mysterious way, a magical way.

Something unique, something to cherish.

I’ve cried all my dry tears and now they tumble wet.

I’m so tired of crying tears of memories.

As I write you a song scribbled on my essence.

One of sorrow, one of pain.

Missing the lips, I kissed goodnight.

And the misery of my soul is where I am lost.

I felt your touch upon my face.

A hand that is no more.

It was only goosebumps from the other side.

The flame still flickers in my heart for my turn to go home.

To frolic in the ether of a new beginning with you.

I fervently wait for this day.

It can’t come soon enough.

The day is unknown to me, another well-kept secret.

Like twinkling stars that are out of reach.

As I also see the twinkling of your life that you had here on earth.

All that matters is when you touch my soul.

As I die a little bit more inside.

I felt your touch upon my face.

A hand that is no more.

It was only goosebumps from the other side.


Please read Jan’s post on awakening and ascension which will be posted October 2, 2018.  Follow this link









Years of madness





Years of madness


I wandered through the darkness digging at my past in a soul’s

breeze of recollection.

From a morning burst, a phrase from my thoughts speaks in a

twilight of broken dreams.

The passion inside drapes itself over a perjury that stumbled

into a heretic’s lexicon.

Prepare at will the claws of voice strings unraveling to become

a veritable noose around your ideas.

While purging the nervousness of comfort which sinks into the

song of peeling humanity’s skin back to the beginning while

watching the universe perspire.

Now we teeter on the justice scale entering the reverie in the

web of insanity foretold.

The clouds shed away the red moon drip and covered the sackcloth

sun, a sky yelling and hollering of predictions that have


Pretension is the face of the new red waiting by the river of

shadow melding in the new black.

The breath of an impression of becoming our stories slams into

the walls of reverence.

Our holistic avenues dug up and paved with the sting of humanity

nestled amongst the all-knowing spectacles of collusion.

I caught fireflies in my jar to light my way in the darkness of

your life put on the altar of nirvana being mocked.

A doorway to sanctity, a mind for sale, a brain to munch-a

chill, an ice cube of desire with the glint of a diamond

expiring within the melt of chivalry.

The iron backbone serves its purpose and must bend at times with

the braiding of kingdoms under the spell of ingenuity.

A meadow of feelings sway in the wind of chance during an

upheaval of scattering seeds in the face of doing same under the

umbrella of progeny.

The walls speak the smell of defeat and I ask, “Where are the

birds?” – A sign to purge.

Staining the relationship between oneness and the ego which

paints a lone canvas painting its own lone canvas caressing the

conduits of praise.

A trickle of sanity shows itself deduced by showing me the

thunder dancing with the clouds showing me something else than a

life being wasted.