I decided to share from my personal journal from the early weeks of January when I was receiving so much communication from the Ascended Masters, it was when I met Melchizedek and eventually signed a new soul contract. I had full day session
with my business coach during the time all this inner work was going on. Using my ego mind I thought would be challenging and yet I discovered some new energy or rather awakened it. Goddess Kali and Shakti actually showed up in my business coaching and I shared their messages aloud with my coach. I really connected especially with Kali
and her transformative energy and strength. A fierce healer, in the words of my coach. January was a full month, on many levels.
Today I painted a beautiful picture of fire. The flames like wings painted upward reaching and dancing, flowing in grace and power. It is the connection of divine feminine for me.
I can feel it in my soul- or rather my sacral chakra. I decided to share my personal journal entry and a writing I did about being outside a sweat lodge memorial last year, during the time Red Turtle Bear made his journey to the spirit world.
Sacred Fire Written April 14, 2013 By Bridgette Doerr
I sat close to the fire. I could barely feel the chill of the evening that had my teeth chattering
moments before. The flames moved as if they were tribal dancers. There was a ceremony as they leaped and swayed. I had not noticed the power of the light before. I have always
appreciated the warmth of the sun like glow of the campfire, but I have not been witness to the performance of the flame until this cold April night.
Maybe it was the spirit of the women, who had walked beside me down to the stone circle, you could see the glow from a distance. Arm in arm we filled the space so that the circle of the fire was a ring of women. The beautiful voice of a siren’s song echoed through the air, sweetly providing the music for the dance of the light.
One by one we gave our offering, held in the glow of resurrection. Many promises
were made this night. Many. So many sparks rose up to meet the stars as resistances was melted away with ease. Fire is indeed powerful. It was sacred. It called us in and transformed our spirit into oneness. United heart to heart as we embrace the possibility of what we can do. Letting the fire take away all the can’t. All the limits gone.
As the flames danced. The light forming into individual performers as if to acknowledge the individual in each of us. To honor our contributions to this group, to this life, to this world.
And so it is.
Journal Jan. 11, 2014
What if what is happening (January stuff showing up) is about the element of fire?
What if my sacral chakra houses the element of fire in a way that is so powerful that it creates a constant need to balance and detox and clear each month?
The change in my body cycle started a few months after I had my son Nathan.
There was so much change in my life then, prior to and after that time. I left my career, I got married, I had another baby it was an intense time of transition. All of these things are connected to the sacral chakra, the womb.
In the past 6 months I have been connecting with the element of fire. We even created a fire pit in our yard. Just in time for the summer solstice last year. Right after my mentor died and made his journey to the spirit world. During the native American rituals, the fires burned for days to help his spirit cross- he was a gifted medicine man. He was more than a friend. He knew what it was like to be me, to be so clairvoyant and always connected to the spirit world. Just being at lunch with him, I would just get incredible downloads of
infused knowledge from him.
I never really knew fire, I always connected with water. I am, after all, a water sign. And oddly enough when I learned the Celtic Goddess Brigit- was actually a fire Goddess- ironic I thought, because she has a well dedicated to her. Maybe we have more in common then our name? I still did not feel a calling to the fire until my mentor ascended into the spirit world.
As I write this- I begin to feel grief, come up from inside. As I am just now receiving the message of what he has given me. He is helping me to connect and understand the element of fire. It is a tool. I saw his face, happy and smiling at me, like the photo taken of him on my wedding day. I felt the message enter. . . “This is the gift I give to you.
Now You will carry it. Use it, it is medicine.”
Like a kid playing with matches, I knew I was in a lot of trouble. I need to get
this fire thing integrated and managed or it could be counter- productive.
Who gives a kid matches?!
Big smile insert here.
Another Blog Post under the title, You can’t make this stuff UP! OH MY Psychic life with Bridgette Doerr
Today I got a surprise gift in the mail. A book. It was sent to me by my travel companion for the Hay House Writers Conference earlier this year. Not just any book, but the very
book that I read when I awakened to my psychic gifts. The very book, “The Gift” by Echo Bodine. 9 yrs later this same book shows up at my doorstep. And on the same day-
no kidding- that I had written a table of contents for my book, The Gifts of AIDS (working title- I thought it would be cool to honor the book that helped me ). From the Writers Conference, I am giving the opportunity to enter a contest to submit a proposal for a big prize and a shot at a publishing contract. I had been wrestling with my resistance about making the time to do it, especially now as my business is starting to grow, and at the end of the summer all 4 kids home all day long, just seemed unthinkable.
But yet, there I was thinking it, Should I, Could I?
It came up in my appointment with my business coach and mentor today because it was weighing so on my heart.
I am not one to pass up an opportunity, even a long shot is better than no shot. What’s that
saying? You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take. Can’t argue with that logic.
And so it comes, the book. THE book. Not just any book, the thing that kept me sane as I saw spirits, talked to angels, did readings and hung out in the in-between chatting with dead relatives.
It’s all such a blur early on, you know since I opened the flood gates and all. I am grateful for who I am, for how I am, and that I am being the spirit in human form that God, Creator,
Source, sent here. On a mission with a purpose and a passion for all of this life. All of it.
I am so overwhelmed with this so obvious message of support and divine guidance for me. So clear. Yes. I will do it.
All I can do is bow my head, as tears pour down my face, and with a gentle whisper say, "Thank you."
Here is an excerpt, something I had written after the conference that I thought might be a good preface.
“" You are the Good I gave to the World." A quote gifted to me from my
Dad. Channeled through on Saturday morning April 27, 2013. As I stood before the tall glass windows overlooking the rich orange brick of the fancy hotel across the street, I received this message. Moments before walking swiftly trying not to be noticed, with my head down unstoppable tears flowing as I stared as the floral carpet, searching for the wood paneling of the door that would lead me out of the crowded auditorium. when I hit the opening of the hallway, the sobbing grew like a billion balloons released into the summer sky, a celebration of freedom.
I found my way to a private corner and I allowed it. I was open, I was after all warned this morning in the steamy bathroom, that the reason for the unexpected anxiousness was because "this was important" being here, at the Hay House Writers Workshop was "very important" for me. And yet I still am not convinced I want to be an author of a book. And the resistance speaks still. I was open, I was willing to show up and be present for whatever I needed from this experience. It did not take long, maybe the first 2 hour mark of the first day, when the flood gates opened and I found myself with the gift.
Think about your life.
You are the good in this world.
How do you believe this to be your truth?
I share these gifts with you in full awareness of the power of loss, awakening and the soul’s defining moment. “
By Bridgette Doerr copyright 2013.
Today my 12 yr old daughter, Megan and I went shopping and on our drive she asked me about talking to spirits. This was the first time that she showed an interested in what I do, and I felt really good that I’ve made it comfortable and normal for her to just ask me about it. She said, “You know Mom, your job- what you do?” and that’s how she started the conversation. So I talked to her about reincarnation. She asked about our dog Molly, if I talked to her and I told her I have and that she helped us find Riley, our red lab, who was at an animal shelter needing a family.
We talked about being psychic. I suggested to start by learning how to feel the angels and start talking to them even if she can’t hear them. I told her that she might not actually
hear them for a long time, but that they will be there and she will be able to feel them. Ariel has always been an angel near her and she knows that because I have shared that with her
before. When I was young I had experiences with ghost spirits and it is not something I would recommend as a place to start. I didn’t tell her that of course, but I tried to suggest working with the Angels and I said to focus on her liking herself, having confidence and being nice to herself in her heart and her thoughts.
A few hours later we were at home, making dinner and Megan was trying on her new clothes in her room when I got a text from her Dad. He asked me to bring the kids over to his house right away because Megan’s cat Bullet was dying. This cat was very special to Megan, she got her from the animal shelter right after the divorce and Bullet was a big part of her healing process. Mom is allergic to cats, so it was a pretty big deal for her to be able to get one at her Dad’s house.
After I brought the kids to say Goodbye to the cat, I got a few phone calls with weeping on the phone. Poor Megan, I listened to her sob and beg me to come back and take her to my house so she would not have to see Bullet die, and I told her to be brave and that Bullet needed to go to heaven and not be in pain. I told her I would not come to get her, that she needed to be there, I knew she could do it and that she was brave. I shared some of the clairvoyant visions I was seeing about the cat as she was preparing to transition. I talked about seeing big butterflies, my sign for transition, and how Bullet was showing me playing with cords near the patio door like strings, and the image I saw of bullets little white paw resting on Megan's knee, consoling her.
Megan shared that she was sitting on the bed with her hand on her knee with a photo of Bullet while we were talking. I told her that she was sharing happy memories and that Bullet wanted Megan to be happy for the fun times they shared. I know that the cat was waiting for Megan to be ok with it, with her going to heaven. that is why she was showing me the images so I could help Megan be ok. I didn’t tell Megan, instead I shared the loving images that the cat was showing me. And Megan felt it. The truth and compassion.
About an hour later, I got the call that Bullet went to heaven. Megan told me the story about how she was with Bullet and she went to the bathroom for a few minutes and when she was
in there, she said “Mom, I talked to God and said I wanted him to help Bullet come to heaven and I asked him to be sure she has toys to play with and to take really good care of her. And then I came downstairs and Dad said she died.” Her voice sounded so
peaceful. I felt very proud of her. She has so much healing energy inside of her, so much potential to help the world.
Today I really feel like I understand why she choose me to be her mom
and I am so glad she did.
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