Da Juana Byrd

It’s been almost quiet in our home right now. By that I mean that we haven’t had the usual Grand Central Station atmosphere with ghosts in the house. Maybe they haven’t wanted to bother me since I have had that sinus crud. It seems that they walk a little more silent through the house rather than really wake me up when I see them.

Generally I don’t stop to ask who they are when they come passing through unless they are persistent. Then I will stop and say what do you want or either wait until I am talking with someone that I feel is the reason the ghosts are visiting at the time. Then I mention to the physical person I am speaking with that I have been seeing a person or animal that has passed to the other side. After giving them the details or most often while giving them the details, the physical person starts to hyperventilate and then tell me they know exactly who the ghost is.

Right now, though, they have been gentler. For instance, I saw a whiff of at least six-feet-tall smoke last night in my kitchen. And I could swear that I heard the word, “Sorry,” like he was upset I had caught him. He was rather lean with dark and gray hair, a nice chin and beautiful fingers. This man had a musical voice and had a spirit, pardon the pun, that would make anyone love him. Don’t know why he was here, just that I saw him. He will probably make his way back around at the time I speak with someone he loves. And for some reason the name, “Joyce” comes to mind.

Oh well, Happy Thanksgiving Eve.

Da Juana

Boy am I glad that this mess in my throat is finally leaving but it is giving me enough trouble that I don’t feel one hundred percent. I can’t wait to start walking on my treadmill again. First, I had a tendon bothering me, then this. I think I told you about it. It sure will be nice to get back on the treadmill.

 
Today, I had to go out and I know God sent this one to me because I don’t believe in accidents. A young, sympathetic woman offered to watch my buggy while I went looking for Claude because he was out of my eyesight. Although I told her that I appreciated her wish to help, I really didn’t want to chase him down for two reasons. One is because of the way I have been feeling and the other is that my husband is a man and doesn’t like to be looked for. So, I declined her kind invitation.

 
She started talking and to make a very long story short, she talked about her religion. After telling me that she had married her husband, whom she met on a mission trip, she asked me if I frequented church. To which, I answered that I was a spiritual person and used my spirituality every day, that I didn’t just go to church to talk with God. That’s when she told me she used to be that way. Then she asked, very nicely of course, what religion I was in. That’s when I mentioned she would probably have a problem with me and my beliefs. You know where this is going.

 
“No,” she declared. Then she went on to tell me that I should be around other people who believed like me, meaning her. Don’t know where she got that. She also warned that I should have the demons cast out of me because I talk with ghosts and she had them casts out of her at one time.

 
After trying to nicely rid myself of the sweet woman and when she followed me even up to the clerk that was waiting on me and continued to try to win me over to her way of thinking, I finally turned to her and said. I’m not religious like you are. I don’t want to be. When you believe that being gay is an abomination before God, I have a problem with your beliefs. God loves everyone. And when you think that I have been talking to the devil, which I don’t believe in because that takes your responsibility for your actions away, I don’t want to be like you.

 
Not to be dissuaded she brought up the fact that you need to follow the Bible and that it plainly states that gays are an abomination before God. The clerk waiting on me was trying to hurry so that I could get away from this woman without really saying, “Get away from me, you bigot.” I try very hard to see other peoples’ points of views and I don’t try to unduly influence others, unlike this lovely woman. And she really was lovely and very persistent.

I also explained that I probably knew the Bible better than her, for which I am sorry, both that I said it and because I really can’t be sure. At that point she told me that she had read the Bible cover-to-cover at least once.

 
Then she proceeded to tell me that God can create miracles, which I know because I am one and also Jesus talked to me before I had polio and told me that I would be fine. That’s another story and it’s in my book, “Ghosts Talk.”

 
Finally the clerk was finished and I started to leave. The lady told me that she was going to pray for me. To which I replied, “Please do. You have my permission to pray that my husband gets well. I believe in prayer.” You see that’s another thing. Prayer is very personal and I generally like to ask a person before I pray for them and to get the prayer straight before praying.

 
Anyway, that’s been my day. Thank God, I’m back home and it makes me quite grateful that I have an open mind though I might have been a little less than glad to speak with the lady today. It was shades of my past but I appreciated her desire to witness.

 
Da Juana 

Today we are getting about fifty mile-per-hour winds. I love it but I also worry about the trees. They like a little bit of a breeze; enough to blow the bugs off their leaves but this is gale force, almost. Bending under the weight of these winds can be lethal, enough so that it brings excitement through the forest, more especially if you are one of the ones on the fringes.

What might look to us humans like a beautiful dance between the trees and the wind could be the total undoing of some of our green friends. Watching them now as they sway and bend, with all their colorful foliage, I am in awe of nature’s hand in all this.

This morning I haven’t seen one bird motoring across the sky or between the branches. Isn’t it funny how animals know that there is an impending danger to them and how they take cover.

Last night, late; because I was up with this throat of mine, over the music we play each night, I could hear coyotes right behind my fence. Some poor animal didn’t make it but the coyotes were celebrating their good fortune. If you have never heard a coyote, then you should at least once in your life. It’s kind of like wanting to see the Aurora Borealis as I do before I die. There’s something sinister about a coyotes cry, unlike the mournful wolf. Wolves and their music have never bothered me but when coyotes sing, I’m glad my babies and I are in the house safe.

Speaking of singing, Mysti does a very good song on occasion and when daddy and momma chime in too, we make some great music. At least I think we do. Madeline does gives us that look though. Mysti has been known to sing with wolves that grace television, even when she’s asleep. Talk about the primal urge. It’s a wonder to watch.

Well, enough of my digression.

You have a nice day now. Stay warm and enjoy.

Da Juana

For the first time in a very long time, thank goodness, I’m not feeling as well as I could. Now, on a psychic level, I know that means that I should slow down a little but that’s just not me. The problem is my throat or at least my sinuses, which are causing my throat to hurt. And when you are trying to do radio, then guess what, it can be very annoying. My voice doesn’t even sound like me. It sounds like I’m channeling some deep-throated man.

I know I wouldn’t make a good doctor because I’m sure not a good patient. The word patient is the key. And I don’t even try to be. Furthermore, I don’t ask for that lesson because I have things to do, places to go and people to see. But for the last couple of years, that seems to be my lesson. So, I can either work with it or I can work against it, which will take even more time learning this particular lesson. From day-to-day my thoughts on that matter change, one day I might give in to it and the next fight it. That’s human and I’m learning that I really am one.

Sorry, there’s so many “I’s” in this one today but, and here it goes again, I (positive affirmation) am well, doing what I like and enjoying life.

Don’t you believe me? I know I heard a collective sigh somewhere going, “What is she thinking?”

Well, I do believe in prayer. So if you could send a little light and love my way, it is appreciated. Oh, and while we’re on the subject of me, could you also pray that a couple of items I need now, happen. This is realllllllllly appreciated.

Have a good day and think of just how good it really is.

Da Juana

Well, call me soft-hearted or something and if you can read this letter, thought I would answer here if you don’t mind. It is straight from my email without any editing but……thought she might need just a little help.

“hello, i really dont know what i should be writing..i  ask for much without being able to pay right now,but if u feel u can the plz help me…i lost my husband 8months bak to cancer?hospitals and doctors and yes God…till last day i was wishing and hoping for a miracle coz i never thought God would betray me..i feel betrayed by God and i feel i’ve betrayed my husband coz i had told him dat i’d make him fine no matter wot and if i fail i’ll take my own life but here i am still alive  everyday i die a new death..its been 8 months now i dont get out of the house,i have stopped meeting  anybody,i dont talk to my friends or my bro.sis..i am alive but not living..i’ve studied a lot about regression,past life and reincarnation..i am from India and from childhood we are taught abt past life and karma..but still i am  not able to accept anything..i know God exists but y does he close his eyes when we need him most?the worst part is the way he made my husband suffer in hospital..last one month he was on venti.in ICU..couldnt even speak..y this torture?if he wanted to take life y did he prolong it?i LOVE Him. Talk to Him every second of my day, in activity and in silence with deep prayer, with the unceasing desire of  heart..i broke my promise..i just want to know if he’s at peace?please help..i am from India and really dont know how i’ll make payments but i deparately want some solace…just one msg. frm him and maybe y this happened to us?and i want him to be at peace..till we meet again..please help me.

regards

rina”

Rina, God did not take your husband. This was something you and he set up on the other side and started to work on here for the spiritual lessons involved. Choices made by the two of you for your spiritual growth made this horrific lesson possible.

He is at peace and is showing me something on his right hand; I think the back of it, which he thinks you will recognize. He says that you need to get on with life. Do you really think he wants you dead? This was never true. Get out and start life again with his memory and his spirit around you each day. Because he is where he is now, you will never be alone but that doesn’t mean drawing away from life. It means make him proud of your strength and perseverance. Otherwise, since you know karma, you might have to work through this lesson again. So, please, don’t put the two of you through this again because he will come back to assist again and endure whatever he has to for the both of you.

Hope this helps.

Da Juana

There are days when you just have to sit down and rest. Today is one of those days for me. Since I work for myself, my work might involve days that most don’t have to worry about, such as weekends, and nights, sometimes from morning to night and weekends too. But don’t think I’m complaining because I’m not. I am glad I have work to do although it seems the dollar doesn’t go quite as far as it used to do.

My idea of resting doesn’t always involve lying down either although that is just what I would like to do right now. Have a tendon in the back of my ankle, which has been bothering me so that I can’t walk on my treadmill yet. As my husband likes to tell me, I am pushing it too much. I figure I can work it out. But he is quick to tell me that if I don’t stay off it for a while, I may have to stay off everything for a longer while. Hate it when he is right. So, that might be lending to my being tired today because exercise seems to make me feel less tired.

Maybe writing and moving my fingers now will help. Oh, no, my eyes seem to be closing. Do you know how long it has been since I took a nap in the daytime? Well, guess I could go and do something I rarely get to do, meditate. You know, for twenty minutes to an hour with snoring included. Now, that’s a meditation. I can see it now. Da Juana is sitting by a stream, feeling the breeze on her face with a hawk flying overhead and hearing the water gurgle by……..ZZZZZZZZZZ

Da Juana

There are some people, things, events and places that I really thank God for. My dogs rank right up there. You notice I put them under people because they are little people to me.

You rarely hear me speak about my baby, Mysti, because she is generally the good one, rarely exhibiting behavior that might warrant bad attention. But her little sister is entirely different. Where Mysti doesn’t allow us to hold and love her for over a second, Madeline craves it and would rather ride on one of our shoulders, like a baby, than walk on her own. The joy she gets from that is like a person being able to ride in a big SUV so that they see most of what’s going on around them and she gets love. Love is something that she never gets enough of.

This morning, like some other mornings she’s had, instead of getting out of bed and being her usual rambunctious self, she laid down. When I coaxed and then fussed, she tried to get up. Her back leg just wasn’t cooperating. You know the big heart this little dog has. Daddy wasn’t up yet because he rarely sleeps now, which probably caused the stroke for him in the first place. So, I was trying to be quiet and get Madeline going too.

I went to her and found the problem, picked her up and started to work on it. Sometimes she gets a bad cramp in the same leg. It actually comes from her back. After I massage the cramp, then I can go to her back and see how to help her. To see this little creature, my baby, unable to move well really bothers me. Anyone I love when not quite right bothers me as I’m sure it does you too.

Then I have a psychic thought that magnesium might help her. Well of course the search engines are blazing but I didn’t find a supplement for magnesium for dogs. I take it sublingually and am not sure she can but I did find out that one of Mysti’s favorites, cabbage, of which I give her very little, can cause unwanted side effects. You do know that onions, raisins (grapes), too much garlic, spinach and cabbage or baby cabbage can hurt your dog along with egg whites (has to be the whole egg).

If you have any thoughts on where or how I can give my baby magnesium, please let me know.

Da Juana

Lately, I have really been looking over my life. No, it’s not a mid-life crisis. It’s that I like to do that on occasion just to take inventory of my life. Some items I look at make me proud and others, well, let’s say, I could have done better with.

When I take the time to look over events, I figure out how I can create better times now and ahead for me. That makes a world of difference in my life because it generates a sense of pride (in that I’m trying to make my life better) and gives me insights into how I might be constructive.

Most people comment that it is hard to really look at themselves like that. It’s like looking in a mirror to capture the look you had in a past life, one of the things I tell you about in my book, “Ghosts Talk.” Bet you didn’t know that unless you have read it. Any way, people tell me that it is hard to look in the mirror and when you take the time to look at yourself like I do, it can be hard too. But it is a task that is rewarding. Don’t just look at what you consider bad but notice the good things too. Pat yourself occasionally but don’t wear your arm out. Giving yourself the rare pat will help you keep on going and can put you into a more creative mode. One in which you too can see how you need to change some events or items in your life to become a more spiritual being.

One of the things that I need to change now is something I might be picking up on an empathic level and that is living in the past. Some of those items might include forgiving myself and others might be getting over what I saw and didn’t do. It seems my sweet husband, since the stroke, has been doing that and since I am an empath…..oh, well.

Do as I say do, not as I do. Those sound like good words. Look at yourself and make it better.

Da Juana

Some time ago, I met a lady who professes to be a Christian. Within ten minutes of meeting her, I saw her lie to three people and smile while doing so. Though I was in a very uncomfortable position, I watched in fascination. She wears her Christianity on her sleeve. Yet she feels comfortable enough to be able to lie, barefaced to people and feel no guilt.

It is not my place to judge and I guess that I am at fault for doing so but I think Christians should be people who do good works like Jesus. His main message was to love others as they love themselves. I guess that is hard when people don’t love themselves. But, as a Christian, you should have the love of God in your heart and therefore be loving to others as well because the light of your spirit is supposed to light up the way so that non-believers can find you, see the honesty of your spirit, and wish to become more like you.

When a person lies to others, they not only do a disservice to themselves but they hurt others too. Watching this woman interact with others made me aware of my own actions. I tend to be so busy that I sometimes forget that I should take a moment with others. On this day, I was able to take that moment. Her first lie was that she cared about the people speaking with her. She was only nice because she wanted something from them. We are all guilty of that at times. Then I watched her lie to two others about items she supposedly had just witnessed.

One thing she did for me was to make me want to become more sincere. For instance, when you say hello to a stranger and ask about their day. Take a moment to really hear them. Don’t just accept that they had a nice day. You have just committed your attention to them. So listen to see if they really are having a nice day. Otherwise, just say hello and walk away.

Da Juana

It seems that I have been spending a lot of time in my car lately. This gives me time to think about items and events happening in my life right now but it also affords me the opportunity to see the beautiful changes happening right in front of me. Since I am from Texas, we really haven’t had a fall for the last few years and it seems to me that fall generally comes before now here. We had a cold snap finally. And since then, the trees took their cues and started making the most beautiful colors.

Not only are the colors gorgeous but I also have begun to notice the types of trees rather than just listening to them whisper to their neighbors. Even trees can get a little bored but since they generally have learned more in their lives than us humans…..not saying they are smarter…….they take change in stride more than us. Not only that but they will help their neighbor more quickly than us humans will. Trees realize that just because there are differing species doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t help one another. They realize that each species brings different aspects to the earth, some cleansing, some fertilizing, some eye catching from humans to bird’s eyes and on and on. Trees know that diversity is good in nature. Some trivia: did you know that cottonwood trees…..with those dreaded cotton flights each spring which most hate……..can clear radioactive material from the earth. Now doesn’t that make you look at that cottonwood differently?

When I see a tree, I generally give thanks that because of it I can breathe easier.

Da Juana