Rose Asks:
Why if I am not a money person, do I always have money problems to deal with that make me anxious and sick feeling?

Lucid’s Thoughts:
Everyone is a “Money Person” so to speak on one level or another. It influences our lives on a daily basis. Money is what keeps us alive, feed, clothed, housed; even happy at times.  It can gives us control and power to do what we want with our life. However, it can also make us down right miserable.   When there is a lack of funds or a threat there of, we tend to get stressed out which can make us quite ill. Even the people who are truly pure hearted and not greedy feel the negative effects of financial hardship.

Because the quality, or even the safety of our lives depend on our financial status, it is easy to become sick with worry. I believe most people have experienced these degrees at one time or another. There are some people who have been able to release themselves from the “hold” money can have over them. It is not easy to do, but it is possible. I try and let go of the worry myself. It can be difficult at times. I try  not to let my mind go, and live in the fear of the future, because it makes me feel like a trapped animal with no control and no way out….  I just tell myself to stay in the now; it really is all we have…. this very moment!

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Stan Asks:
What is the difference between Religion and Spirituality?

Lucid’s Thoughts:
Stan, that is a good question. People tend to get the two confused. Religion is a belief system. Under this complex umbrella are the concerns regarding the existence of the divine, and the involvement and/or influence it has in our human lives. Spirituality is of the soul. It is the relation and balance between the mind and spirit. It is the thoughts, that turn into feelings and/or emotions, that are then absorbed by the soul, thus becoming a part of you.

The two can coincide and exist hand in hand, or it could be experienced separately.

When I was a young teenager, my friends and I would periodically mess with the spirits. We would do the occasional séance or Ouija board, you know just messing around novice style.

One sunny afternoon, a few of us decided to go into my backyard and have a “mediation” session. Though it was nothing like the way it really should be, we did what “we thought” was right.

We sat down in a circle and starred at each other. We were like statues, no one moved. We had our eyes fixated on each other.

After sitting there for about ten minutes, the atmosphere had changed. The sky darkened with slow moving clouds, and the wind began to blow a breeze that felt very eerie. The tree that we were sitting under had acorns that started to fall at a fast pace.

My attention was distracted because I felt nervous, so I took my eyes off the person who was in front of me, and I looked toward the sky.

I was watching the clouds glide by, when all of a sudden I saw the letter “R” in the sky. With that, I felt I had a force with me that was not my own.

I felt a deep feeling of grief in my heart and then I looked at my girlfriend. I knew the “R” had something to do with her, but I was not sure what it was.

With no words said, we both began to cry. It was like some one had put us in a glass jar. We were separated from the rest of the world.

A few minutes after, my girlfriends mother called her to come home.

Later that day, we found out my girlfriends grandmother was ill with cancer. She was to pass away a short time after. Her name was “Rose”

You see, messages come in all forms and at any given time.

I was in the middle of a stomach crises when I heard a faint voice pushing its way through. I was in no mood to converse. The pain was so bad, it gave me chills. Waives of cramps were shooting across my belly. I tried telling this person to go away, but he did not listen.

I was doing my laundry in-between running to the powder room. While I was down stairs in the laundry room, I heard the voice again. He said, “ I am Brenda’s father.” At that point, I was thinking to myself, “Yeah, and!!??” “Do you want an award?” “What do you want from me?” “Who is Brenda?”

My sister had a friend named Brenda, but as far as I knew, her dad was still alive. I did not know her very well. His presences stayed with me the whole time the clothes were in the dryer.

As I walked back into the laundry room to take the clothes out, my sister came out of her room. I looked at her and said, “Wait, I need to ask you something.” I asked her about her friend. I asked if her dad was still alive. My sister said he was, and then asked me why? I explained to her how this person had been with me all morning and would not leave me alone. I didn’t feel good, and my patience had ran out.

She looked at me with her big brown eyes and said, “ Brenda’s real father had passed away, but that was several years ago; I forget Jack was her step father. She didn’t really talk much about her real dad.”
With that I had a storm of energy. It was so strong, I almost couldn’t handle it. I had to run to get paper and a pen. I sat down and began to write. I was being shown a whole bunch of cars. It was like a slide show. Over and over again, I would see the same five cars. Then I got a feeling of gloom, I felt like he was trying to warn me. Within seconds, the impression of Brenda’s daughter trying to kill herself came into my head. I had apologies coming in to Brenda’s mother and then came the final message.

As his energy finally started to fad out, he said, “They called me the Caddie Man.” And with that, he was gone.

I looked at my sister in shock. Because I did not know her friend too well, I did not want to deliver this multi-message out of fear of either being wrong, or offending her somehow. Apparently, he touched on some sensitive subjects.

Days later, my sister called me from Brenda’s house. She told me she had talked with her. She told her what happened over the weekend. Of course Brenda wanted to see me. I was nervous. I wasn’t sure from what angle she was going to approach me.

After having a fight within myself. I put the key in the ignition and went. When I got to her house, there was a small group of people hanging out. I was hoping they would leave, but I quickly realized they were there to stay.

My sister sat me down at her table. Brenda asked me to explain all that had happened. I was scared to tell her about her daughter, but I am glad I did. She told me how her daughter was very depressed. She was having problems with her fiancé and had attempted to take her life in the past. The apologies to the mother were because he died with unresolved issues. Last but definitely not least, I explained to her how he had a name for himself. When I told her what is was, she began to cry. She told us all how he owned nothing but Cadillac’s, and would switch his cars often. Because of this, he was known as the Caddie Man!!!!!!

Brenda was so grateful. She gave me a beautiful card thanking me. Though no monies were exchanged, receiving the card was priceless. She signed the card “Thank you, with all I am, Brenda!”

Is there life after death, YES! I can not deny it. I barely knew her, and I had absolutely no way of knowing any of this information that came from the dad.