Estate Sales are Easy, however……

I grew up in a peaceful organized household, thus setting up an estate sale with all the organizing that’s needed, comes easily for me.

However, when I handle hoarders sales, it’s a bit tricky.  In that, each hoarder has their own way of hoarding.  Some just add piles and piles all over the home of things they like or purchase items because it’s on sale.  Others seek out special toys, coins etc that may be of value in their later years.  It’s extremely relative to whomever is hoarding.

Last year I handled a huge sale in the city.  The owners, now in their eighties, needing medical assistance finally moved into an assisted living establishment.  My sale took place over one weekend, as usual.  On Sunday’s sale date, the owner called me sixteen-times to inform me of what they didn’t want sold!  Mind you, we set aside many items throughout our setup for family to pick up and take to them.  Each call the owner very politely said Victoria this is….honey, please don’t sell the planters out back.  Please don’t sell the metal chairs out back. Please don’t sell the tea cups, the broken chair out back – we just love it!  (Note each item called about was broken, rusted or just no use to anyone any longer nor were they able to repair it at this juncture in their life).  I don’t recall each request, however the requests were always for something that no longer could serve them or anyone else.

Another sale housed tons and tons of salable items, however the owner needed to sell the home and told me to give it away and that she didn’t care what it brought.  However, I had to pay my help and make an income. The fact that she told me to give it away helped me considerably!  This comment allowed me to set up the thousands upon thousands of items without taking hours and hours to price it after set up, which she agreed to.  This enabled me to purge all items via verbal pricing each sale day.

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Before setup of the family room

Customers love these types of sales, as do I.  Thus, this sale became a bag and pile-it-up sale.  Goodness, the customers flowed in, happy to rummage through the now organized lot.  Each one carried up an armload of items from the basement, which pleased me and the homeowner.  Meaning she wouldn’t have to hire workers to do what these paying customers were doing, ridding her very full home of all she and her partner bought and carried in over the years.

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After set up-floors are visible!

She was very pleased.  Of course, these type of sales don’t always bring in big bucks, however handling sales like these, are a blessing to each client that needs all items out to sell their home swiftly and move to a smaller place.

Another hoarders estate housed so many items in it’s over 5000 square foot home that it certainly was overwhelming!  When I’m commissioned to handle these types of sales, I pause, take it in, then begin silently figuring out how to set it up.  How many sales will it take?  This one housed many many toys in original packaging.  From experience, I knew I’d have to take two weeks to set it up, research and sell only the toys on one or two weekends, then sell the remainder contents, one of the following weekends.  They wholeheartedly agreed as they were perplexed as to how to get rid of everything.  This turned out to be the best sale I had that year!

I make Estate Sales Easy for those that scale down and for those that have lost a loved one.

estate-sales-made-easy-new-cover-hay-house-nailed-it-1-4-2017My book, Estate Sales Made Easy, is now on Amazon for pre-purchasing at: Estate Sales Made Easy

The hard copy comes out late summer 2017!  I’m so excited!  It’s published by the same publisher that publishes Chicken Soup for the SoulHay House publishing.  With an eBook coming out first!  Some time in the mix a live Webinar and a Radio show coming, dates/times to be announced.

Check it out!  Not only is this a how-to begin a business guide like mine, but it includes stories of energies I see, feel and often times hear within each estate.  Note the sparkle within the letter A denoting something more…..

Watch for more books on this subject, which also includes the stories each house offers up….

Victoria Gray

 

First time grandmother Gray…..’GiGi’

I now understand why various grandparents tell me over and over, what a grand experience it is to be a grandparent!

Well…June 14, 2016….I became a GP member!

Months of knowing a new `boy’ arrival was on the horizon, now here!

Aunt Rachel planned a wonderful baby shower, May 21st with a host of family and friends of both momma Ashley and daddy Doug…..all the while trying to keep the secret from Ashley.  She tried every which way but loose to pry the actual date from her sister and moi.  We stood fast.  We didn’t even tell her fiance Doug, so he wouldn’t give way with Ashley’s inquiries.  Smart Rachel tactic!

Rachel told her it was her engagement party and that Ashley needed to be there by 12:30 for photos.  (Rachel is engaged and to be married September 17th, 2016….another wonderful event to embrace!)

5-21-16 Ashley surprised at baby showerAshley, big and pregnant, wearing a salmon colored, floor length dress entered the room a bit flustered because we needed her there by 12:30 for the supposed photo shoot, walked in with me and Doug, totally surprised!

We did it!  No, Rachel did it!  The rooVictoria and Rachel 5-21-16m was totally planned out.  Neatly displayed clothed tables, with center pieces designed and made by aunt Rachel.

The cake, Rachel hand picked!  Gorgeous!

Ashlleys baby shower cake 5-21-16Then…drum roll…..the pseudo `gift-cakes’Diaper cakes Rachel and Scott made for 5-21-`6 Rachel and fiance Scott created were stunning!  Filled with baby goodies! Diaper bag from Rachel to Ashley at shower 5-21-16 Ashley and Doug viewing Edmond Victors baby book 5-21-16Front cover of Baby book 5-9-16 WITH EDMONDS PIC ON IT 6-25-16EDMOND AND RACHEL 6-14-16GiGi with 1-hour old Edmond Victor Cary 6-14-16

A bottle of mustard

April 30th, I’d just unloaded my SUV at my youngest daughter Ashley’s home 30 miles north, after which I stopped at the local Dollar General store for supplies.

I gathered up an armful of sundries.  At the counter was a young woman of nineteen, who mentioned she had two children and works 50-hours of late.

A customer lady in front of me, 5′ 9″ or so with a young daughter in tow of 13-years, we were told, began talking about her three children ages 21, 18 and 13.  Within her ramblings and fumblings to find her credit card, I added that I have four children and am going through a tough time with my youngest son.  She chattered away about how kids are expensive and that they’re no trouble, but costly.  I certainly know that, adding that I’m a widow of almost 30-years, they sighed, saying they were sorry.  But, me, I’m not.  It’s been difficult, I stated, but overall a grand blessing and I’ve reached sixty-four with good health.

What? Sixty-four? How? Asked the customer lady.

Just at that time the pile of sundries began to fall from my grasp.  MUSTARD BOTTLE 4-30-16 FROM DOLLAR GENERAL FOR BLOGA mustard bottle, fortunately plastic, fell to the floor.  The lady picked it up noting the flip top had broken off.  The counter girl said she’d replace it.  I merely said, no worries, that flip top probably wouldn’t have been closed in the fridge properly anyway.

The lady customer looked at me and said, that right there, is how you’ve made it!

Hmm…  A mere mustard bottle made me think.  Yes, often like most, I have kinks in my life’s journey.  However, the mere fact that a mustard bottle had to remind me to find the positive from within, amazed me!

A positive prayer of thanks I hailed to the Universal energies when I settled into my car on the way home.

Positive thought, is the way I’ve managed with four now adult children throughout this journey.

All along this journey, I continually tell my children when distressed, to reach for a better thought.  It works every time!

Thank you little mustard bottle!

Reach for a better thought!

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Just-in case….pray

I woke this morn with `just in case’ on my mind.

A recent TV insurance commercial ‘just-in case’ made me think of all the just in case things the TV throws our way.  Or tactics to scare us into submission via our lovely TV’s!  Thank you media!

Since I have four children, I’ve always made sure the furniture corners were never in `running-way’ of my babies. Or the cornered coffee table was replaced with an oval one.  Just in case my babies fell onto it….they were safe.
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Ever thought through the various drug commercials?

One makes you keel over IF you take it…..but just in case….you need it, it’s there for you. And another, causes severe bleeding, migraines, etc. etc.

At one time, perhaps 30-years ago, car insurance was not mandatory, by law. However, those of us that understood it’s value, bought it.

Many had liability insurance only, which is “what protects you if you’re at fault for an accident and you hurt someone or someone’s property. It’s made up of two components: bodily injury liability and property damage liability. This type of car insurance doesn’t cover your injuries or damage to your property.” Allstate
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Have you ever taken time to think about all the `just-in-case’ scare tactics thrown into our paths?

Of course, just-in-case is very important with children, driving, contracts etc.

Wise Ben FranklClick Me!in stated….”an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.”  He actually addressed fire safety.

It’s very true though with our health to prevent something from acting up or out, we, singularly need to take care of us!

When another hurts, it’s that one needing to mend.  However, we can encourage, cajole, coax, persuade another.  In the end it’s the one hurting that needs our just-in-case strength, love and sometimes a drive to the treatment center.

My dear son, Blake needs treatment.  Please pray the treatment center takes him immediately, to save his precious life.

Just in case….

We love you.

He is so special!

Victoria

Because I can

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Since the beginning of time, women have been suppressed.  No doubt about that.

We plan out our strategies.  What will we do next to make our lives happier, safer and more peaceful?

The attitude, because I can, is something I’ve said often and live by.  Freeing and changing any suppression I may have previously had.

Monday, March 7th, I journaled this memory….

When I built my first house in 1997 and before we moved, my daughter Rachel, had a final party at my very nice 1950’s brick ranch.  Within that party a woman from a former church my family used to attend asked this puzzling question.  This house is so beautiful.  Why would you want to move?

My answer, because I can! 

When I calmly and matter-of-factly blurted that out, I felt exuberant.  Thinking, of course I can!  Why not?

Freeing this no-longer-suppressed-woman to accomplish whatever I desired!

Everyone can, if first we dream!  Then move forward building on that dream!

A dream of mine came true just this past Tuesday, March 8th!

I’ve been journaling for 20-years tenaciously every morning, creating 66 journals to date.  Within these pages spawned several books.  One of which is titled Estate Sales Made Easy, which is based on a 27-year business I own and run.

I attended five seminars for aspiring authors, from the Hay House publishing Alaskan cruise contest, August, 2015.  What an fabulous cruise aboard the Holland America, Noordam.  Then after submitting all the required information and a video for Estate Sales Made Easy to Hay House, I learned Tuesday, that I’m the one they chose to publish!  They added – “We’d like to publish your ebook, and have you do a radio show and live web event. “

Wow!  How’s that for thinking and writing, because I can!

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Author Florence Scovel Shinn wrote a book titled The Game of Life, December 1925.  What an excellent read!  Full of her wisdom!  Here’s a few excerpts I live by.

“I now dig my ditches deep with faith and understanding and my heart’s desire comes to pass in a surprising way.”

“You attract the things you give a great deal of thought to.”

“I have seen the law work in the most astonishing manner. For example: A student stated that it was necessary for her to have a hundred dollars by the following day. It was a debt of vital importance which had to be met. I “spoke the word,” declaring, Spirit was “never too late,” and that the supply was at hand.  That evening she phoned me of the miracle. She said that the thought came to her to go to her safe-deposit box at the bank to examine some papers. She looked over the papers, and at the bottom of the box, was a new one hundred dollar bill. She was astounded, and said she knew she had never put it there, for she had gone through the papers many times. It may have been a materialization, as Jesus Christ materialized the loaves and fishes. Man will reach the stage where his “word is made flesh,” or materialized, instantly. “The fields, ripe with the harvest,” will manifest immediately, as in all of the miracles of Jesus Christ.”

“Getting into the spiritual swing of things is no easy matter for the average person. The adverse thoughts of doubt and fear surge from the subconscious. They are the “army of the aliens” which must be put to flight. This explains why it is so often, “darkest before the dawn.”

“When a student is able to let go of his problem (cast his burden) he will have instantaneous manifestation.”

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I spoke and wrote the word of authoring my books with a huge publishing company of which many sloughed it off as if silently saying, yah sure.  But that old fire inside kept saying….because I can!  And so it is!

Follow your dreams….because YOU can!

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Climb the hills first!

In my journal, today, I found a post-it that I wrote on June 20th, 2014, which reads:

You’ll be surprised at the mountains you can climb….

IF First you climb the mere hills!

Short and sweet!

What does that mean, you ask?

During my adult years, I’ve often been asked how do you do what you do?

Generally its women that ask this question.  To me, I just take a leap of faith when there’s a hill to climb.

I never say never, which most people do.

I surmise the task at hand.  Let it run around in this ole brain.  After soul searching and research, yes research the topic, I jump in.

I’ve taught my four children that we miss the mark when we turn away from taking that leap of faith!  Failure is not in my vocab.  Sure things change at all times, that’s a given, however by never trying something, anything at least once, you’ll never know if in fact you could have mastered it!

I believe climbing a small hill prompts me further towards the mountain. After the small hill ascent, the mountains no longer appear in my minds eye as an obstacle I can’t climb.

What did Thomas Edison do with the light bulb?  He tried 10,000 times till he perfected it!  That’s no type-O.  He knew he could do it and kept forging ahead.  Aren’t we grateful for his tenacity?  Walt Disney too, went bankrupt 7-times before he made his mark!

Do not give up!

Over the past 1-1/2 years I tried something new.  During that time, I learned I like the security of my own home.  Condos are beautiful, as was mine, but people were too close and there was little to no sun!  Awful for a sun-lover!

A lady acquaintance wondered why I’d want to move from my beautiful 6-1/2 year old home.  Why, indeed!  I did my research and made sure I had renters, thus took that leap of faith!  Now, I know it’s not for me.

Because I could!

I recall back when I lived in Affton, MO during 1997 I had my lovely brick home up for sale and a woman asked me why would you move, this is gorgeous and it was.

Politely I said, because I can.  (My new 5 bedroom home was being built, which allowed all five of us to finally have separate bedrooms.)

Yes, I could and can.  Everyone can if only each one stepped out of their comfort zone, to the wild unknown, and just followed their dreams and aspirations.  Remember….the HOW is always taken care of by the mighty Universal energies that continually abound.

First: grab your dream.

Second: do your research.

Third: take that leap of faith!

Fourth: remember, failure only arrives when you ‘fail’ to try!

Surprise yourself, climb the small hill’s first!

The mountains are only mountains in ones mind because you didn’t allow small hills to layer on top of each other.  When the layering begins, mountains are no longer mountains, but just a little bit bigger hill.

Keep climbing till you reach the top!

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Move – Change – Grow

I jotted a note back on November 4th, this year while chatting with my eldest daughter, Rachel.  She stated if we don’t move, we don’t change and if we don’t change we don’t and won’t grow.

Think about those three words.

Move….Google.com’s meaning is this:

  • go in a specified direction or manner; change position
  • change or cause to change from one state, opinion, sphere, or activity to another
    Macmilliondictionary.com:
    to progress or develop in a particular way

Other definitions are similar in aspect.

I’ve moved to a different beat my entire life.  When others went straight I turned right or left.  When some said follow I forged past the followers.  I just wanted to move forward.

Sitting on my father’s lap from age four he taught me how to read and write fully by 4 1/2.  Victoria Suzzanne Gray at age 4 copyIt’s a funny thing, somehow since that time I’ve absolutely loved paper, pencils and pens and now forward thirty plus years the advent of the William Victor Gray in a suitpersonal computer is also in my `love’ to have section. (Dad’s 34 and I’m 4.)

Thoughts roll through this head everyday and absolutely every morning upon waking.  What should I write about today?  Currently, I’m working on a book submission to Hay House.  Thus all my waking moments since returning from an Alaskan `authors cruise seminar’ in August, I and many from the cruise are diligently working to improve our lives via the printed page.

Change….During this life’s stint, raising four children basically alone most of the time, working 14-16 hours per day raising a business from the ground up, writing within all off hours after of course cleaning the house, the clothes and my sweet babies.  Change has been a constant.  Something I must say, I excite over each and every change and move that takes place.  That saying, don’t let the grass grow under your feet, has never applied to this lady!

Grow….With each and every new turn throughout my journey, growth has certainly been at the forefront.

If not for growth, to me, nothing would ever rise to, what is known as human perfection, such as it is.  Nothing as we know it would have been created nor built without growth.  Knowledge is where the growth comes from for me anyway, which pushes me further every single day.

Without those that came before, forging new paths and the next one layering on top of that path, nothing would ever change nor come forth into being.

The 1800 and 1900’s saw extreme forethought and massive creation bubble forth.

Late 1900’s early 2000’s have brought forth the same but in a more silent electronic manner.  All creation is intellectual, without a doubt.  However these new growth points, in recent years, have created less kindness of matter and more hatred fuels the base.  This is unwanted by me and most.

For me growth is the power of the mind.  How I create, how I share, how I help others is fueled by the existential growth of worldly knowledge.

Let’s all move – change – grow with a mind of thankfulness, kindness and grace.  Helping one another to fulfill each ones contribution to this life.

Remember, this is where you and I are at this time in space.  Use it to the fullest extent to help others move – change – grow exponentially.

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Beyond Tommorrow

Saturday at midnight, channel 9 hosted a wonderful metaphysical movie.  Three elderly male spirits stayed in the ether’s, just above earth watching over a young unmarried couple in from the country – green to the ways of the city.

Overview of the movie: George Vale Melton (Harry Carey), Allan Chadwick (C. Aubrey Smith) and Michael O’Brien (Charles Winninger) are rich but lonely, so they invite a pair of strangers, schoolteacher Jean Lawrence (Jean Parker) and cowboy James Houston (Richard Carlson) to their house for dinner on Christmas Eve. Both James and Jean seem to hit it off, but the next day the three old men are killed in a plane crash. Now ghosts, the three work from the afterworld to make sure the young couple stays together.

What I found tremendously interesting, was how the writers think very similarly to me and other metaphysical persons of today. In that there are spiritual connections from those that passed from this life.

One spirit C. Aubrey Smith, was called to the light as his son, killed in WWl walked from the spiritual ether’s to him.  Oh, the thrill the father’s face reflected!  The son told his father that its so nice to finally come home where there’s never strife or turmoil.  The father asked what’s it like there?  The son said everyone gets their dream.  What do you want it to look like?  The father said I’d like to see the beautiful area around the fort that last day. Then you shall father.

This scene brought to mind conversations I’ve had with my father who passed August 20, 2012.  With closed eyes, I meditate to chat with my precious father while at the same time typing the conversation.  He’s told me that he’s with his mother who died when he was only five and his father who lived till dad was 35.  Dad was the youngest of nine.  Plus a host of other siblings and relatives.

These conversations allowed me to chat with my grandmother Fidella Gray as well.  Here’s an excerpt from a book now forming entitled Life After Life with Dad.  Chapter title Sunday, September 02, 2012, 12 noon  is: Angels among us!

V: So, what have you done since last we spoke?

Dad: I’ve sort of hung around with my father and mother, Debbie and oh Tessie and all my siblings are here too. It’s like the family reunions we had back on earth.

V: Do they sing songs there? Remember you stated your brother Elzie, Evert and the girls sang in harmony here. Do they do that there?

Dad: Honey there’s such a peace here that allows all kinds of songs. But yes, my siblings and I too sing songs whenever we want. Oh honey my mom, Fidella is here right now do you want to talk to her?

V: Oh my goodness, yes. Hi Grandmother. I’ve heard so much about you from dad. I want to know so much more.

F: Hello my granddaughter. I will call you Vickie okay?

V: Sure. I wish I’d met you at least once.

F: But you have. I’ve been there often when you needed help. (This is choking me up.)

V: Like what times?

F: When you and Debbie were in your car, when the brakes failed you. Remember?

V: Oh yes. I felt an Angel grab the steering wheel at the precise moment and turned it into a huge pile of rocks so Debbie and I didn’t go off the embankment. Was that you?

F: Yes, dear it was. You had so much more to do in that life. That was the only place available that I saw wouldn’t hurt the two of you and allow you to walk home to your dad.

V: Yes, I recall. When I told dad the steering wheel was jerked from my hands, he immediately said it had to be the Angels watching out for my babies. And so it was you?

F: Yes, and when you were shocked before that while doing dishes at age 14. Your hands wet with water, you turned the metal upright floor fan to move the air straight on to you as it was a very hot August day. Plus you placed your right hand on a metal drawer handle to place silverware in the drawer. I was there. Your mother came running from the bathtub with only a towel to cover her and tripped on the fan cord, which stopped the current from shocking you.

V: Oh my. I had no idea an Angel was involved. You now I yelled at the top of my lungs for someone to help me and yet in the yelling I felt I was whispering like a very soft crying out. However the neighbor lady heard my yelling and her house is at least one hundred yards or more away from our kitchen.

F: I hurried your mother to quickly dry off and run into the cord thus causing it to unplug. Both of you could have been shocked had the cord not unplugged.

V: Oh yes, I’ve gone over that endless times since. How miraculous it was for that to happen. But you know what grandmother?

F: What dear?

V: Ever since that moment in time, I’ve felt a connection to something beyond the earthly realm. But I held back when I thought someone was about to say something that I already knew what they were to say, I held back from stating it and they blurted out what I thought. To me it was the beginning of noting my intuitive side.

F: Yes, dear often it’s a trauma like that which enables the ability to intuit.

V: Were you the angel that came when I fell on the ice about ten years ago?

F: No, honey that was your grandfather. I was tending to something else here.

V: Grandfather?

F: Yes, it was your grandfather Theodore.

V: Is he there for me to ask a question?

F: Yes, dear.

T: Hello. It’s been a long time since we met. You were only seven when I left that life. Yes, it was me that came to you that day when you fell during ice skating.

V:   Grandfather, I’m so pleased to know this. When I fell, immediately a man in a tan suede leather jacket and jeans came over to me. Immediately, and I mean immediately he reached with his right hand from my left side to the back of my head and said No she’s not bleeding. His hand felt like an Angel and a doctor at the same time. Really it did. I felt like I was healed all at one moment. That fall was so loud that all stopped skating. Another man came to my right, a young man, asking me if he could help me off the ice. I stayed a bit as others quickly surrounded me. But that one man to my left disappeared when all those people came to my aide. Of course my daughter came over to help me. That fall was odd in that when I fell, I fell onto my rear but also my head fell back and hit the ice with a crack. I thought I split my head open. And yet nothing, no headache just stunned. When I stood with the help of the young man and Ashley I looked around for the man in the tan leather jacket, but couldn’t see him. I told my daughter please find that man. I need to thank him. He was an Angel I felt and here it was my grandfather.

T: Yes, dear you looked at every person as they left the rink. But I knew there was no need to stay. You were okay.

V: But I was sitting at the only door where people left and I watched the restroom doors too. No one fit that description. It was odd because I knew that man helped me. I even went back into the rink area and all were off the ice when the session ended. I asked the people working was there another way out and I was told  there wasn’t  only the door I was sitting near with ice on my head.

I knew then and there it wasn’t my imagination, but an Angel that came to my rescue. And all along it was my precious grandfather Theodore.

T: I was glad to help. You have much more to accomplish in this earthly life.

V: Like what?

T: Like the book you’re writing right now.

V: Is it to be a book. Really?

You see why this movie brought back memories of my father and the many telepathic conversations I’ve had with him and relatives too.

Metaphysics is defined in various ways of which this one fits my definition of it.

noun
noun: metaphysics
  1. the branch of philosophy that deals with the first principles of things, including abstract concepts such as being, knowing, substance, cause, identity, time, and space.

I love so many things about this life!  Especially since I left the strict confines of a religious upbringing to a mind full of wonder, eager to grasp all that’s available while here.

I’ll keep paying attention to what is beyond tomorrow.  Will you?

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The Dance of the Hi-way

As I drove down the hi-way yesterday, I recalled the many day trips our father drove us on and how much I loved them!  Victoria and Victor 11-27-2009To this day, I love to drive on clear sunny days down to the old Missouri homesteads my father shared with us and all the delightful funny and sad stories he shared of our ancestors along the way.  I wrote my father’s life story, check it out here: theankleexpress.com

I recall driving down hi-way 66 when I was ten or eleven, just minding my business and then this thought came to me.  Dad, I exclaimed!  Just think of all the people driving back and forth in their cars too.  You’re telling us stories and Dwayne (my brother) too.  But what about the cars where people are yelling at each other and some are sad because they’re driving to a funeral.  Dad, there’s so many stories out there!

He could hardly believe his little Bixby (his nickname for me) came up with this thought at this early age, but he delighted in the thought.

Now, as I drive down a lane or the hi-way I call it the dance of the hi-way.  People driving to and fro.  Some scurrying at a frantic pace changing lanes way too often.  Trying, it seems, to get to their destination more quickly than usual.  Or the car that’s driven by a person young or old that seems not to have a care in the world, driving at a snails pace.  What’s on their mind today?  Are they happy?  Are they sad?

I’ll never know, but I do know how I feel.  Generally, I’m on the top of the world!

Oh, sure I have my down times too.  Of late, I’ve had more than I care to innumerate!  Persons I didn’t think to ask for help, have helped.  I rarely ask for help because something/someone always comes to the fore to aide my angst.  It’s just amazing when I, of course, note the issue and maybe I fret a bit, but deep inside I know all will turn out well.  All I’ve worried about in the past, is just that, in the past and I’ve moved on!

On average though, I drive peacefully thanking the great powers that BE for gifting me my precious father Victor, my siblings and most importantly, my four babies!

Yes, like most I’ve worked, thought about what to do and worked more to raise my babies the best I could and always with a smile of contentment at the end of the day.  Well, almost every day.  Bumps in ones journey magically appear and with the right thought processing, they disappear as quickly as they came.

I keep in mind this thought….This too shall pass….and quess what, they always do!  One way or the other.

We rarely know the `how’ something will help us, but the mighty Universal energies do!  Don’t push against the hard times, just let it be and see what unfolds!

So when you’re dancing the dance on the hi-way, bring peace and calm with you and see just how awesome your ride will become with that train of thought.

Peace is all around us, if first we know and feel it!

Hold the vibration of calm and all else finds it’s place and falls in sync.

Have a lovely day!

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`Fall-back day’….

Every year, one day each year, we greet this special day, fall-back day.

Leaves are graciously changing color and drifting back down to earth to refresh till next spring.

I wonder….IF I could fall back, what would I do differently?  Ever wonder about that?  I’m sure you do.  Today, when I woke, I felt refreshed and renewed.  Yesterday gone, but did I do anything to prompt a better today, a better year?  Yes!

During these fall-back days I ponder.  Did I help this child too much or not enough?  What about my other babies, did I do too much or too little?  I’ll never really know, but I feel I’ve helped one and all my four babies, now grown adults, but always my babies to my fullest extent each day, each year!

At present I’m living with my youngest daughter Ashley and her fiance Doug.  Yesterday, I unpacked only some of my items as this change of pace is the beginning of another new page in my life’s journey, soon to relocate and soar further!  A new beginning that is changing the way I view items.  A refreshing cleanse that is similar to the estate sales I handle.  Yes, indeed it’s very similar.

Estate sales are a cleansing of a loved ones items.  A letting go.  Remembering of course, all the sweet and perhaps not-so-sweet memories of the one that left this life.  This I do on a regular basis while wondering why do I need this or that?  I must cleanse more.

This recent move encouraged me to gift items away and or throw out items that no longer suited my needs.  Less is always more.

What a cleansing this has been for me!  I’m now devoted to Self to keep it simple and move through these seasoned years with less baggage and more freedom of movement.

Within this free movement, the pact with Self is growing stronger.  I’ve done my due diligence, working, raising my babies mostly alone.  A course I’ve chosen without any remorse.

Now, all the books that have flown from this mind, out these fingertips and into my sixty-six journals to date, are bursting to bring forth their fruits.

Recently, I traveled the high seas seeking knowledge via an Alaskan authors cruise.  There I learned a host of new knowledge and an invite to submit my Estate Sales Made Easy book for publication.  This thrill, along with my recent cleansing of things has encouraged me to go as far as I can within the quest of writing.

Fall back, is just a note on the calendar along with all those what-if’s.

Cleanse my estate!

Raise higher and move forward!

Yes….another much more powerful note on the calendar.

Indeed!

Victoria name for blog posts 11-1-2015