Freedom from Captivity

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by

Elizabeth Vierra Hall

 

Speaking your truth will set you free from your captivity.  Your captivity of heart,  mind and your spirit.  The fear will be there, at first, until you exercise stepping out and moving forward,  but once you exercise that choice,  you will then begin to experience a  tremendous freedom.  Once you feel that joy of accomplishment on your journey’s path, you won’t care who agrees, follows or even how small your circle becomes.  Here in lies your decision to that proverbial fork in the road.

Your path, your journey,  is individual and specific to you.  No one can walk it for you, and no one will have your answers .  When you are truly ready to walk it, only you can do the work that it will take.  Don’t use others as your compass on your journey; you will get sidetracked and lost.  Pay attention to what your heart (instinct) is telling you.  If you are unsure at any given moment then you still have some work to do in that particular area, and that’s OK.  Don’t force it just because you think you need to be at a certain place in time.  You will know when you need to move. When it is right for you.

Choose to shine YOUR best, in your time –  no one else’s.

Timing & Blessings

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Timing & Blessings – A “What Just Happened Here?” Experience

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by Elizabeth Vierra  Hall (originally written February 25, 2017)

 

Yesterday, as I was driving down what has been deemed as the nation’s worst highway, the 99. I asked for God’s blessing, and my guardian angel’s (my Mom), to safely get me to and from my destination.  My destination was the Barnes & Noble book store in Fresno to attend the book signing of Hanford’s own Tyler Henry.  After my quick request for safety from above, I happened to glance at the clock in the car; 11:11.  Many people believe that anytime you see same digits, it is a sign from above that your loved one is with you.   I happen to see that occurrence a lot lately.  An overwhelming heart feeling just squeezed me, then peace.  Before I knew it, I was driving up into the parking lot.

My first sight was the line that was starting to wrap around the building, and I was even a little over an hour early.  Oh boy, look at the cars in this parking lot!  Something tugged at me to quickly look to my right.  There it was, front row parking; the only one available in that area.  Another sign (blessing).  As I exited my car, I could hear something being announced over a speaker about the book signing, but with the constant noise of the parking lot traffic, I couldn’t hear what was being said.  Starting to panic a little that I missed an important directive about the event, I quickly walked up to the end of one line and asked the ladies what was just said.  They told me it was about the numbered wristbands for the particular lines.  What? What wristbands?  This is the first I’ve heard of this?  One of the ladies looked over to her husband and said, “Get that other wristband out, now I know who I’m supposed to give it to.”  The three of them, the lady, her husband and her mother, all looked at each other, then at me, with a look like I missed a joke.  I felt like I just walked into the middle of a movie.  My head is thinking, “OK, what just happened here?”  I asked what the deal was and she told me, “Don’t worry about it.”  “Something told me that this extra wrist band I got was for me to give to someone who was going to need it”, and then she winked and said, “It’s all good, don’t worry about it.”  Standing in line in amazement, she tells me that there are 8 groups of 50 people each; we are in group 3.  She said, “It’s all about timing.  You were meant for this.” Timing.  I’ve been hearing a lot about that lately.

With one hour left to wait before lines began to move into the store, we discovered how much we had in common, down to the very little things in life that usually one keeps to themselves.  We connected.  We shared, we laughed; it was such a peaceful, enjoyable blessing.  Positivity.   Something there doesn’t seem to be enough of lately. She had such an incredible energy about her and yet peace and warmth as well.  It felt like…home.  A home one doesn’t have, but longs for.

As our group is finally escorted inside the store, I  see Tyler sitting at a table with a few people standing around him.  His mom, Theresa, was off to the side speaking with a few people.  I’ve never met her in person; but we’ve messaged each other several times.  Such a lovely woman.  I was hoping to get to talk to her.  As I stood in  line approaching my turn I’m thinking, “I wonder if Tyler will recognize me from the two readings I’ve had  back in 2014.”  With all the people he’s been in contact with, I didn’t think it was likely.  As I am one person away from my turn, Tyler happens to glance up in my directions, sees me, and with that big warm smile, waves to me.  What do you know; he remembered.  Well, at least recognized my face, so I’m thinking.  When it was my turn, he stood up from his chair and gave me a big hug.  He asked me how I’ve been and that he thinks about me and my mother.  From this point on I can’t remember the exact words in our conversation because I was so surprised that he remembered the reading that was about my mom who passed when I was three years old.  Now what does one do?  Not wanting to hold up the line, I kept the conversation to thanking and showing support for what he’s doing and for making time for this local venue. “What just happened here?”

Walking away, or should I say floating away,  I noticed his mom was having a conversation with someone and I didn’t want to interrupt, so I walked passed to catch up with the kind people I stood in line with.  As I walked passed, Theresa touched my arm to get my attention and said…what did she say?  I can’t remember. I was still in another realm.  First thing she did was give me a big hug.  She mentioned that it was so nice to finally meet me and thanked me for supporting Tyler.  We talked for a bit, and then took a few pictures together.  It felt like family.  “What just happened here?”

The thing about all these moments; the clock, the parking space, my wristband friends, Tyler remembering me and my reading, the warmth of his mother…at each moment there was this warm feeling that came over me, like a hug from above.  Since January, I’ve been having these moments.  They usually bring an emotion of tears, which Theresa saw and then gave me another hug.  “What’s happening here?”

I’ve discovered that this is how I am being directed to move.  To write.  To help others.  To, hopefully, bring inspiration.  And at that moment it hit me.  Something Tyler said to me back on March 18, 2014 on that park bench where I had my first reading.  As my reading came to an end, he said I was going to live a long time because he feels that my purpose in this life is to help others.  “What just happened here?”

The hardest thing for me has always been not having my mom here on earth as my guidance growing up.  It’s supposed to be your foundation.  NO ONE can replace your mother; that guidance, love, support.  Someone to hug you, love you like ONLY a mother can.  That was stripped away from me at 3; never to be replaced.  But maybe, just maybe, in a nontraditional sense, she has been trying all along to be there for me. Tyler thinks so, and after that first reading it has opened my eyes, and heart, to another way of connectivity.  And so I say to all of you stuck in traditional beliefs, open up your heart and minds.  Be aware of the blessings that are happening all around you.  Get out of the negativity realm.  Break away from the humdrum just for a bit and see what you’ll discover.  You just never know what is waiting for you.  A chance to grow.  A chance to love. A chance to say, “What just happened here?”

A BIG thank you to my wristband friends, Claudia, Claudette and Erin, and to Tyler Henry and his mom Theresa.  You were all a part of another “What just happened here?” moment in my life.  God Bless You!