White Picket Fence??

I used to be more of an adventurer, maybe some of you can relate to that.  Time happens, things change, thoughts settle. Well, more specifically, marriage happens, kids change and bills settle… it all settles you into one place.  So, here I sit, having lived in the same home for almost four years, the longest I have ever lived in one place in my life.  No, not from a military family, just a family with an interesting mother.  Anywho, over the last year, I’ve been getting signals from my loved ones on the other side to take off for a traveling adventure.  Not just any adventure, the kind where you sell everything and go.  We were hoping for a while, that we could buy a boat and cruise the Caribbean (we still may one day).   After a little research however, it turned out that the down payment was understandably large and not something we could do quickly.  So, while I was talking to a good friend about it, she suggested taking baby steps, starting with a motor home and traveling the U.S. first.  I considered it for a moment and then quickly dismissed it because I was too worried about all of life’s “what ifs”.  Then, a few days ago, I had a amazingly clear vision and in it was my deceased Grandfather.  I could see very clearly his blue cotton pants walking away from me with the limp he developed from years and years of driving truck. When he came into focus, I couldn’t help but feel emotional from missing him and just then, he walked up to me and swatted me upside the head with his hand!  I was shocked, I asked him what the hell that was for and his response was, “What happened to my granddaughter?  Why have you become such a chicken shit?”  (Even though I know he is a no-nonsense guy, I didn’t expect that.)  I picked my jaw up off the floor and gaped at him with huge eyes.  I asked him what in the world he meant.  Just then, the ground turned to dirt and he started to walk backwards, waving his hands in the air like he was directing a large vehicle to back up.  And then there it was, I could see it out of the corner of my eye, he was backing up a large motor home.  When he was done, he strolled over casually toward me and made himself comfortable on the picnic table to my left.  He asked me to sit down.  From there, this is the conversation that ensued…

“So, what’s wrong with a little adventure?”  he asked me.

“Nothing.”  I said, “I am just scared to make the leap because I’m not sure of what it would take, and if we can do it financially, and I have no one to fall back on anymore.  Grandma’s gone, mom is gone and you’re gone.”

He laughed, “First off, you never actually ever fell back on any of us, you always made your own way.  And second, if you would have fallen back on me when I was alive, I couldn’t have helped you anyway, I was broke!”

The conversation ended and we just sat together on the picnic table bench.  As I stared at him in silence, I received a deeper understanding of what he meant.  I realized that if he was to ever help me, the best help he could give me would come from the other side, not from the days that he was physically here on earth.  I may work with guides everyday and grasp the concept that we are being assisted and guided by those on the other side, but I realized in that moment that I never completely trusted the process for myself.  It was something I understood logically… people die, they cross over and they aid us from the other side.  But what I hadn’t done up to this point is take the knowledge I had and made it a reality in my heart.   I hadn’t yet trusted it for myself but I now knew I need to start.  I do want to travel and explore this world, and I want to walk away from the white picket fence.  I realized from this vision that nothing is stopping me but myself.  I thanked Poppy and the vision was over.

So, here we are, the Esby family, getting ready to now buy a motor home and tour the country.  We’re not leaving until fall, but we’re taking steps each day to get us closer to the goal.  I’m looking forward to the adventure and I am praying all the time, asking my guides to bring to us what we need to make this adventure happen.  My job is simply to trust that they will.

To my clients out there, don’t worry, we’ll just be gone for the winter.  Right now, the plans are rough and estimated that we will leave this fall and return the following spring.  Plus, you can always reach me via phone!  I might not be in town, but I’ll be there if you need me.