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January 2016 Spiritual Guidance

This year the Awakening Begins. Above and beyond our individual goals often referred to as our “New Year’s Resolutions” exists an energy that guides us towards the Light and the Ultimate Spiritual Connection. You can enter 2016 equipped with an arsenal of heavenly energies.

Take a few moments and watch my latest video as I cover the main topics for January and throughout the year.

  • Love and Relationships
  • Weather Patterns and Forecasts
  • Economy, Career and Jobs
  • Politics, government, and the media
  • Security and The Current State of Global Threats

Above all remember that January 2016 is full of promise, potential, hope and faith!.

New Year’s Blessings,
Cherokee Billie

CherokeeBillie.com

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Bring Clarity and Healing to Your Life with a Spiritual Reading from Cherokee Billie

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Each day creates an atmosphere of renewal for all of us. Regardless of what mistakes have been made in the past or what projects might remain unfinished; every day provides an opportunity to make things better. As with all beginnings, however, getting started can be the most challenging step. A Spiritual Advisor can help you welcome the New Year by clarifying your purpose and illuminating the paths you can take to reach your goals. How else can spiritual guidance assist your transition into 2016? Read on.

  1. The strength to make important life decisions.

The intuition of a spiritual advisor can aid your ability to make the right decisions related to business or your personal life. In fact, this is the leading reason why people seek guidance from spiritual advisors. Spiritual guidance for enhancing relationships, seizing promotions and resolving any problems that currently block your success can elevate you to new frontiers, and encourage you to pursue the path that is right for you.

  1. Guidance from loved ones in the Spirit World.

Contacting with loved ones who have passed away, angels, and other guides in the spiritual realm is also a popular reason to seek a spiritual reading. With my Guided Journey into Spirit I am able to take you into Spirit and you can communicate face to face with a deceased loved one, Angel, guides, or ancestors.  No medium needed.  As far as I know I’m the only person who is able to offer to this special service. With my service I am able to connect you to that loved one and bring healing closure.  If grief continues to consume you after the death of a partner, friend or family member, connecting with their spirit can allow you to come face to face with them and receive messages they have intended for you. In some cases, the deceased person may also be able to offer wisdom on issues with which they were familiar when they were still alive.

  1. Hope, healing and support of personal relationships.

Conflicts with past or present partners and unresolved issues from past relationships can disrupt our ability to maintain a bond and stay open to love. If bad habits are forged in response to negative experiences, we may enter a cycle of unhealthy social habits. In these situations, the insight of a spiritual advisor can renew faith in ourselves and other people. This may help save current relationships and foster the development of new ones.

  1. A better understanding of oneself.

Everyone has an aura that gives off energy and reflects their greater health, state of mind and other indicators of well-being. However, only a gifted few individuals can see these auras and energies and identify them for the benefit of the holders. Knowing what aura you are holding at the present can help you better recognize your true nature and how you may be reacting to life events and opportunities. Care for your spiritual energies and you will undoubtedly find you have more to give in return.

While each New Year comes with new challenges, the intuitive powers of a spiritual advisor can provide insight into what we offer the world and how to harness these individual skills. Better communication with oneself is among the most powerful tools for success and happiness throughout life. With this information in mind, you will be better prepared to increase your quality of life next year and in the years beyond. Strive to free your spirit from negative energies and begin today on the right foot!

Arrange an appointment by calling 866-563-3997 and let’s start your New Year in the right direction.

New Year blessings,
Cherokee Billie

‘Twas the week after Christmas’

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‘Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the house nothing would fit me, not even a blouse. The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d tasted, all the holiday parties had gone to my waist.

When I got on the scales, there arose such a number! When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber). I’d remember the marvelous meals I’d prepared; The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rare… The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese and the way I’d never said, “No thank you, please.” As I dressed myself in my husband’s old shirt and prepared once again to battle the dirt… I said to myself, as I only can “You can’t spend a winter dressed like a man!” So…away with the last of the sour cream dip, Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip. Every last bit of food that I like must be banished ‘Till all the additional ounces have vanished.’

I won’t have a cookie, not even a lick; I’ll want only to chew on a long celery stick. I won’t have hot biscuits, or cornbread, or pie, I’ll munch on a carrot and quietly cry. I’m hungry, I’m lonesome, and life is a bore… But isn’t that what January is for? Unable to giggle, no longer a riot. Happy New Years to All and to All a Good Diet!

I hope you enjoyed this bit of whimsy.

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Many blessings,
Cherokee Billie

Twenty One Years Ago Today My Father Passed

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December 27 always is a difficult day for me because my father was the most special person in my life. From the time I was a little girl he was my hero and till the end of his life he was the only person who truly loved me as I was. He always had faith in me, even when I did not.

I have never known a more remarkable person then my Daddy!

Here’s a brief history about my father.  He was born in 1918 and lived in Tennessee.  When he was a little boy of six years old, in the year 1924, his mother, told him to take his two little brothers and sister and find a way to survive.  There were no social services at that time.  My father did get out and took care of those little kids; they slept in barns until he became old enough to provide a rented home.  He never went to school because he worked any type of job on farms he could and was grateful for the work.  Eventually he was able to buy land and had his own farm.

World War Two came along and he was drafted into the army.  He was shipped to the Philippines and fought in the Pacific.  On one mission his entire platoon was killed and he was shot repeatedly, but played dead and was the only survivor of his platoon.

After the army he returned to farming, but the government had shown him there was better ways to make money and offered him an education.

He married my mother in 1950 and they left Tennessee for a better life. He went into the aerospace industry, which was a booming business.  He became so skilled at making aircraft engine bolts that eventually he formed his own company.

At an early age he instilled the work ethic in me. He started me working on lathes and drill presses when I was nine years old. When I became a teenager I did his bookkeeping and payroll. Back then there were no computers and everything was done manually by hand. Once I got my driver’s license I became his truck driver. I learned to read maps and travel anywhere. Eventually I started working in his office as a sales representative. Eventually I became an outside sales representative and traveled all over the United States to military bases and sold our specialty large engine bolts. My father was not an easy person to work for because he did not teach me want to do instead he would say, “You figure it out.” He did this so that I would learn to think for myself. I think that was brilliant training. Eventually there came a point where I did not feel a calling to sell bolts and wanted to go back to college. My father was supportive even though he was disappointed that this was not what I wanted to do. He always was there for me no matter what my choices were.

Throughout my life in good times and bad I always went to my father for advice. His wisdom was remarkable and he was not judgmental and no matter what a stupid thing I might have done. His love for me was truly unconditional.

My father was always an Optimist.  No matter how rough things got he always felt that things would come out better. He developed Parkinson’s disease in his early sixties and he had a great deal of trouble talking, walking, and driving. He never let it stop him and he always said that he would make it even if he had to crawl. That strength and determination he passed on to me and I think of him always through my own struggles and hear those words, “I will make it even if I have to crawl.”

When I had my accident and injured my hips I was not able to do what I used to and my father did his best to help me in every way. Eventually I became crippled and bedridden. He never stopped being there for me and helping me as best he could. It was hard for him to accept what had happened to me at such a young age, but he always let me know he would be there for me and he was.

My father lapsed into a coma on Thanksgiving weekend in 1994.  I knew that he had a great fear of dying. The doctors were keeping him alive on machines and I just could not deal with that and had no legal authority to take him off life support.  I loved my father far too much to see him be a vegetable.

So I took matters into spiritual hands and put myself in a hypnotic state and I projected myself to his hospital room and there I took his spirit and we traveled to the other side (the fifth dimension). I figured my mother would be the first one to greet him as she passed away several years before. Surprisingly the person that greeted my father on the other side was his army sergeant who had been killed in World War Two. My father was so happy to see him again. I waited at the entrance and my father went inside and visited so many people that he loved and loved him. I could hear him laughing and talking.  When he was finished he came to me and we transported back into his hospital room and he went back into his body.  The next day he died. I knew that he died without fear.

The following morning as I awoke my father was screaming into my right ear everything he wanted me to know. I woke up saying, “Dad, you’re hurting my ear. Stop talking so loud.” I then did my best to remember exactly what he had been saying. It amazed me. I had never had such a spiritual connection in my life. Over the next few days he appeared to me, each time with a message. Throughout the years he has continued to communicate and on rare occasions I have been able to see him. It’s absolutely fascinating. He’s definitely my main Spirit Guide.

It’s difficult to express in words all that my father meant to me. These last twenty one years without him have been incredibly difficult, because he was the only person that really loved me and he was my security. For twenty one years I’ve been without that. It is a lonely feeling.

Yes, I do have spiritual contact with him from time to time. It always happens when I least expect it.

The thing that is the hardest is not having him here to talk to and hear his advice when I need it. I know that he cares and that eventually we will meet again face to face. Until then all I can say is, “I miss you Daddy.”

Your daughter,
Billie

My Christmas Message for the World!

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Christmas isn’t about candy canes, holly, or lights all aglow. It’s about the hearts that we touch and the care that we show. The most important gifts under a tree are love, laughter, and happiness.

In the Spirit of Christmas, this IS the season to: love, give, share, forgive, hope, laugh, hug, and just enjoy our lives! So do what you can to spread the Love!

What I would like for Christmas is the following: Feed the Hungry, Cure the Sick, Homes for the Homeless, Protect our Troops, Gifts to the Gift-less, to name a few.

I pray that everyone has more compassion, love, tolerance, peace, friendship, good health, and abundance, now and always. That is what I want for Christmas.

Let hatred and anger be banished from all hearts. May each person be filled with love and light.

Remembering those that we love who have passed into spirit. May you feel their presence now and always!

Pause for a few moments TODAY and think about all that you have to be grateful for.

Give thanks for all the blessings that are provided by The Creator.

Have a wonderful Christmas my friends.

Many blessings,
Cherokee Billie

CherokeeBillie.com

Canceled Christmas-A Memoir

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I was nine years old when my mother canceled Christmas in 1960.  She announced, “There’s not going to be any Christmas in this house ever again.”  With that statement she retreated into my parents’ bedroom.  She did not come out of the bedroom for several weeks.  I did not know what the reason was for this cancellation nor was I told.

School had just let out for Christmas vacation and now I was to reside in the heavy atmosphere that my mother had just left with no means of escape.  It was as though an atomic bomb had dropped right in to my house with my mother’s statement.  I had completed a Nativity scene, for school, that was placed inside a cardboard box, blue painted, with clear plastic on the outside giving it a three-dimensional look.  I wondered what I should do with this since Christmas was canceled.

There was no Christmas tree.  There were no outside decorations.  There was no Christmas candy.  There was no Christmas dinner.  There were no presents.  It felt as though Christmas had died in our house, and unlike Jesus it was not going to be resurrected.

I was an only child and did not have any friends.  My parents had moved to Los Angeles, California from Tennessee, and did not trust the big city.  I was not allowed to have friends at the house because both of my parents worked and I was home all-alone.  My mother was afraid if people knew I was home alone I would be kidnapped or something much worse.  She was always telling me, “Now don’t tell anybody you are home alone after school.  You just come home right after school and lock the door.  Don’t open the door for anybody.”

My after school companions were children’s cartoons television hosts, Skipper Frank, Sheriff John, and Tom Hatten from the Popeye show.  My kindergarten teacher had told my mother, three years earlier, that I spent too much time watching television.  Of course my mother never told the teacher that she wasn’t home in the afternoons.  I never knew what it was like to play games, ride my bike, skip rope, roller skate or any other normal childhood activity, since I was confined to my house.  My only friends I viewed on the black and white television in the living room and for some reason we weren’t able to play games or converse.

My mother’s violent temper manifested itself from the time I can remember. I learned early in my life to avoid my mother as much as possible.  Otherwise I would be subjected to a verbal lashing, “You are so stupid.”  She was telling me constantly, “People are no good.  You can’t trust anyone.  Don’t ever trust your daddy, he is a liar.”  By the age of five I had decided I would never have children, as I did not want to inflict the same mental pain that I received from my mother.

The previous year, 1959, I had hidden outside, in the shrubbery, as I heard my mother throwing plates at my father while screaming, “You’re a liar.  You lie about everything.”  My mother was always angry with my father.  I never understood why.  He was my daddy and I saw him as a deity.

My father worked long hours in the aerospace industry, standing all day working at industrial machines, and I did not see him very often.  He worked most weekends, which left very little time for me. My father came from poverty and was determined to make a better life for his family and himself.  I worshiped my father.  He seemed larger than life.  There wasn’t anything he couldn’t do.  But even my father, with all his talents and ability, could not change what was going on in our household.

The weekend before Christmas my father took me to Folb’s Toy Store and told me, “You pick out whatever you want for Christmas.”  I had always wanted a Shirley Temple doll, since I spent a great deal of time with her in television land.  So I chose a Shirley Temple Doll.  Little Shirley was always an orphan in her movies, who was so precocious that people fought to adopt her.  No one wanted me was how I felt.  I couldn’t sing or dance I was not Shirley.

I couldn’t play with the doll once I brought her home. I would look at her face smiling at me, and wished Shirley could make everything better, for me, like she did in the movies.  I wanted to play with her but every time I looked at the doll I wondered what I had done wrong, making my mother cancel Christmas?

I loved my father so much for making sure that I had at least one toy that Christmas. I knew my father loved me but he had very little time to give to me.  I wanted his time more than I wanted presents

Many years have passed since the canceled Christmas.  My parents are no longer alive.  I have moved many times even to different countries and I still have that Shirley Temple Doll in the original box looking brand new.  I never played with that doll.  But every time I look at the box and see the doll inside I think of the love that my father had for me that Christmas and I cry.

My father passed away December 27, 1994 and I always will love and miss him.

I know that my mother has been healed in heaven and is no longer the hurt resentful person she was in life.

Cherokee Billie

Rare Christmas Full Moon December 25, 2015

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Here’s good news to all who love a holiday delight. Santa Claus will have a rare treat to guide his sleigh with this year – bright light powered by a rare full moon on Christmas Day.

It will be the first full moon on Christmas Day since 1977. The Moon will be entirely illuminated by the Sun at 6:11 a.m. EST (11:11 a.m. GMT) on Friday December 25, so you will see the brightest Moon at night either side of that time. This comes three days after the shortest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere, the winter solstice, on Tuesday December 22.

This week is filled with blessings from The Divine. So take some time to stop in the midst of the chaos of the holidays and appreciate all of the spiritual blessings that are coming to us at this time.

December’s full moon is known as a “Full Cold Moon,” but it rarely falls on Christmas Day. NASA reports that the next full moon on Christmas won’t come until the year 2034, so if you want to see the rare treat, this year is the only option for a very long time.

Can you feel the tension, truth and emotions rise? This is the last full moon of the year and often gives way to a lot of emotions we have hidden! Not to worry!  Let the light into your heart and you will find your own truth. Find the spark of joy that is within you.

The Full Cold Moon is under the zodiac sign of Sagittarius. The term Long Night Moon is a doubly appropriate name because the midwinter night is indeed long, and because the Moon is above the horizon for a long time. The midwinter full Moon has a high trajectory across the sky because it is opposite a low Sun. This full Moon is also called the Long Nights Moon by some Native American tribes. It is the month when the winter cold fastens its grip and the nights become long and dark.

The MOON is at her fullest and this one is a biggy! It’s all about our feelings being expressed and verbalized. Your head may feel a little busy and our sub-conscious is out on full show. What was hidden is now revealed and you will need to deal with it! We will all react differently to this. Some may feel exuberant and free, others tired and teary, some are hiding under the sheets, others shouting to the rooftops. So embrace whatever comes your way this night!

The December Full Moon is also known as Oak Moon, Cold Moon, Winter Moon, and Wolf Moon. This is the time of the Dark Lord, with the Oak being his symbol. It is the time of rebirth. The zodiac association is Sagittarius.

Nature Spirits: Snow faeries, storm faeries, winter tree faeries

Herbs: Holly, English ivy, fir, mistletoe

Colors: Blood red, white and black

Flowers: Holly, poinsettia, Christmas cactus

Scents: Violet, patchouli, rose geranium, frankincense, myrrh, lilac

Stones: Serpentine, jacinth, peridot

Trees: Pine, fir, holly

Animals:  Mouse, deer, horse, bear

Birds: Rook, robin, snowy

Clean and shine the diamond of your soul and let that light shine before everyone, so that people wonder as you pass by-what it was that just touched their soul.

This is a wonderful time of year and definitely the time to send out your dreams to the universe.  By doing this you will see the growth of what you have put out come springtime.

This Rare Christmas Full Moon is an amazing time to receive a spiritual reading and I am extending my Yuletide Special until December 27. It’s a great time to check in and see how things are going. Take a journey with the Ghosts of Christmas and a ride on Santa’s sleigh; at the end of your journey you will receive gifts from one of your guides, and a special animal. You will find out what this full moon energy is bringing to you at this time.  Click Here To Find Out More!

I wish all of my readers a happy holiday season, whether you celebrate one of the many festivals at this time of year or whether you are simply caught up in the cultural current of it all. Enjoy the cavalcade of lights. Let some of that peace and joy rub off on you. Find a corner of it all where you can contemplate, appreciate and illuminate your precious place in the Universe.

Full Moon Blessings,
Cherokee Billie

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