I remember the first time I saw disease spelled dis-ease.  It made perfect sense to me.  Today I am feeling some dis-ease. 
I know that emotions have a direct connection with disease.  Now it also seems to be working the other way round.  The day started off bright and cheery, rushing around and getting things done at work.  In fact, it was going exceptionally well.  Then the stomach cramps and associated runs to the Ladies room started.  I came home early to work on me (while outing a fire at work up until a few minutes ago).  I noticed though, that my brilliant mood from earlier in the day, had totally disappeared.  As I felt the cold sweats come on, I was becoming a not very nice person.  Once I recognized this, I could do something about it rather than wallow.  So, here I am back on the computer getting my emotions back on track and feeling much better already.  Heal the emotions and you will heal yourself.
That's one of the things that Abraham says.  We have an emotional yardstick.  If you are really low, suffering from something like clinical depression, how do you feel better?  Become angry.  It's a step up.  You move up the yardstick incrementally.  How long can one really stay angry?  Act.  Do something positive about your predicament.  Now you are another step up.  Having taken action, you have completely turned around and are probably looking forward to being pleased with yourself about rising up and shaking off the depression.  It doesn't always happen overnight, but it does happen.  Keep climbing up until you are back on top. 
When Rae died, I suffered from depression.  I didn't realize that's what it was until she came to Becca for one of her visits and said, "Tell Mummy I'm with her when she can't sleep at night and has hot Milo (hot chocolate)."  I hadn't told anyone I wasn't sleeping well.  I found I was clutching the steering wheel of the car driving to work and was scared to change lanes.  (Rae died in a car crash on a wet day.)  The wet roads made it worse.  I also realized I was seeing things through a veil of grey - literally.  Once I realized that I was depressed, I got a generic Xanax to sleep at night and was able to work well during the day.  Then it's just a matter of time before it goes.  For me, it wasn't long.  This seemed to happen on the various birthday, holidays and anniversaries particularly in the early years following her transition.  Strange to me though, because I know she is with me, so why be depressed?  I put it down to being human and perhaps also being a mother.

My very first blog.  And it's my mother's birthday, so Happy Birthday Mummy! 
I see many things in my daily activities as signs, and sure enough, today there were a few.  I had what could be considered a nightmare - a tidal wave going to hit a hotel with me, my sister and a friend in it - while we all remained calm.  It wasn't until later in the day that I realized what this meant.  I'm gathering my forces to do what I should have been doing for some time - energy healing and more.
My youngest daughter, Bianca, called me early to tell me she dreamed of Granny Carolyn.  I forgot to mention to you that my mother died last June.  Actually, I prefer to say transitioned, as that is what she did.  We'll get to that later.  Bianca didn't realize it was Mummy's birthday, so the dream meant even more when she realized that there is a deeper meaning than just having had a dream.
These things happen to us, my daughters and me, quite frequently.  Becca (Rebecca - my middle daughter) is really good with dreams.  She can tell when her sister Rae (Rachael who transitioned in 2003) visits her and when it is a dream.  Following Rae's transition, Becca passed on messages to us from Rae.  It was lovely and we all welcomed them. 
As Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, a Jesuit priest said "We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience."  How true this is.  Over the years Rae has guided me, mainly by tickling me on my neck.  Sometimes its a caution to which I had better pay attention.  Sometimes its more of a pat for a job well done.  I have only had about 5 dreams/visits from Rae in the nearly 9 years she has been gone, but her presence is with me.
Like Mummy.  Once she realized she was going, she told me to tell her what to expect on the other side.  While I was excited about this, I also realized that for someone who was Anglican (Episcopalian) and read her Bible daily, I had to be careful about how I presented what I know.  I had already introduced her to reincarnation (which she said she didn't really believe in, but then would recount a story which negated that), chakras and the energy body and healing.  She was struggling with it and happy to be open to it, even without a full understanding.  I do know that when she did the Twin Hearts Meditation while I healed her of what I could (she was in the final stages of lung cancer, liver cancer and it was in her lymph nodes), she was at peace.  My sister, who doesn't believe any of this, realized that it was good for Mummy too.
So, I had said to Mummy that when she went she was to give me a sign that she was on the other side.  We didn't say what this sign would be.  She went on a Thursday morning and on Friday evening, I was lying between sleep and waking.  I saw a tiny ballerina in my mind.  When I focused more, I realized it was Mummy.  Then I had a flashback of us watching an old Esther Williams movie, the synchronized swimmer.  There was an underwater ballet scene.  I flashed back to Mummy roaring with laughter with her head thrown back and camping it up with her arms.  It was the perfect sign.  I haven't seen her since then, but felt her energy as my heart chakra grows and warms up. 
I could go on and on and will, but at another time.  Now I need to get dinner started.