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Hearing Is The Last Sense To Go!

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One of the main questions I have received from clients over the years is if their loved one heard what they were saying when they were dying. The answer is YES.

I have always received answers from deceased loved ones that they heard everything that was said to them in their last moments.

So keep talking to those that you love when they are unconscious, drifting in and out of life because they will here and take with them what you had to say. They will take what you said with them into the next world.

Also after they have passed they do hear what you have to say. So keep talking because they are listening.

Many blessings,
Cherokee Billie

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Reunited In Spirit. A Mother’s Story

Beckie and Bubba

Beckie and Bubba

A wonderful client, named Beckie, has been following my work for many years.  She contacted me two weeks ago to have the Guided Journey Into Spirit.  Her son, Bubba who was only 24 years old, passed away four years ago.  He was born with incredible health problems due to prematurity causing cerebral palsy, severe pulmonary problems, he could not walk and was limited in his verbal communication abilities.  Beckie sent me pictures of Bubba and he had such a beautiful spirit about him.  She said he was always happy and had a way without words of making everyone else happy around him.

Bubba was having a procedure conducted in a hospital when he was administered an excessive amount of medication and it caused him to pass. The heartbreak for Beckie and her daughter was enormous as he brightened up their life so much.  I liked hearing about him before we did the Guided Journey.  I was able to pick up his spirit and start connecting with him prior to our appointment.  It’s always a blessing for me when I start sensing who we are contacting.

The other night we had our session going into spirit.  Beckie was able to clearly see the spirit world section that we where in. Her Guardian angel was there to greet her, but she could not see or hear the angel speak to her. One of the reasons was she kept hearing outside noises and they were distracting her from letting go completely. She expressed this to me so I would understand what was going on for her.  I felt good that she was able to see the spirit world and did not feel that this was a major problem.  We were taken to a little cottage and she went inside with me.  It had a big fireplace and only one piece of furniture, a large sofa.  There was a young man sitting on the sofa when we entered.  I directed her to sit down as I knew this was Bubba.  He was a handsome young man with absolutely no health problems.

Beckie could see the outline of his body and knew that he was there and was filled with so much happiness and excitement at being able to see Bubba.  He got up and started dancing around the room with enjoyment of seeing his mother once again.  She was able to see the dancing outline of Bubba. He wanted her to see him whole and complete.  Beckie told me that Bubba immensely loved music and would try to move as though he was dancing when he was alive.  This was making her extremely happy. She was still having problems hearing what he was saying to her due to the noise distractions.  Normally I do not get involved with the conversations as my main purpose is to be a guide.  In this situation, I knew that I had to give her the messages that Bubba was saying.

He had so much to tell her about his life now and all the things that he was able to do in the spirit world. Bubba works with people who pass over and have similar disabilities as he had.  He helps them adjust to having a complete spiritual body.  He told her how much he enjoyed flying around on the backs of dragonflies.  She told me that from the time she had been a small child, she had always loved and been fascinated by dragonflies.  She had never told Bubba about this, so for her this was a great confirmation of who was there with her. I wanted Beckie to be able to fully visualize him and did not know how I was going to get this to happen when suddenly the door to the cottage opened and in stepped Michael Jackson.  This was such a great shock to me, as I had not communicated with Michael Jackson in six years.

He went over to the fireplace and when he stood there Bubba joined him and together they started dancing.  The moment this happened Beckie was finally able to see Bubba as well as Michael Jackson.  They just kept dancing in unison.  This made her immensely happy, as she was finally able to fully visualize her precious, beloved son after so long.

They performed elaborate dancing together and for me it was really something to see because I knew Michael had been working in spirit with Bubba.  I always knew that Michael was doing great spiritual work and here he was showing some of the work he had done.

Beckie sat on the sofa and just enjoyed seeing her son free from his physical body and moving with such freedom and joy.  When at last the dancing ended, Bubba stood on the right side of her and Michael on the left and all three embraced in one group hug. Beckie stated she was able to feel the love from both Bubba and Michael that they were feeling and giving to her.

Afterwards, Beckie, Bubba, and Michael exited the cottage and started back through the path we had come in on.  We came to the place of departure and Beckie was able to give a final big hug to her beloved Bubba.

When we came back into the third dimension Beckie was still tremendously overwhelmed with joy.  I told her to make sure she wrote down everything she could remember right away so she would not lose the memory of this wonderful and loving experience.  At that point, we said good night.

I called Beckie the next day to see how she was doing and she was still on cloud nine from this experience.  It was wonderful to hear her share what she received from this unique journey.  I have a feeling she’s going to be able to sense and feel Bubba more easily from now on.

Whenever she really wants to connect all she has to do is listen to some Michael Jackson music and both of them will be there for her.  Beckie had been listening to music quite often during the past two months and without knowing why, she would stop and take notice when a song came on the radio of Michael Jackson singing. Now Beckie fully understood the significance of this.

It was wonderful to see the powerful spirits that both Bubba and Michael have become.

What is life like for Michael Jackson in spirit?

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I always enjoy doing these journeys in the spirit world as my clients receive so much that is helpful to them. This one was quite different for me because I had the honor of being able to channel Michael Jackson right after he died in 2009 and I got to know his spirit and who he was for the six months that I was in communication with him. At that point he needed to be left alone so that he could go through his own personal healing. The reason he reached out to communicate was because the pull of his fans was so strong on him and he had such a love for people that he wanted to try to make them not feel so sad or angry at his passing.

I cannot begin to express how surprised I was at seeing him again after so many years. He did not communicate with me because his reasons for being there was for my client Beckie and for her son Bubba. It just made my heart feel really good to see him once again.

If you would like to learn more about my messages from Michael click here.

Many blessings,
Cherokee Billie

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‘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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  Bill and Billie

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

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

35 Years Since John Lennon Was Assassinated!

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It is hard to believe that it has been 35 years since one of the beacons of light that shined upon our consciousness and our world was extinguished.  John Lennon touched the lives of so many people with his music, his strong views about peace, and stopping war.  He was willing to expose all parts of himself the good and the not so good.  Yet, he always remained true to himself.

For those who do not know John Lennon, here is a brief scenario (John Winston Lennon), October 09, 1940 – December 08, 1980. Born in Liverpool, England John was a member of the Beatles, a prolific songwriter, and also had a successful solo career. He was shot and killed as he entered his apartment building in New York City. He was 40. John Lennon was the first celebrity assassinated.

I was twelve years old when the Beatles came to America, and I was immediately drawn to the humor of John Lennon.  He demonstrated his intelligence in any interview given.  The music of the Beatles was magic at that time, and it certainly lit a fire under me that has not extinguished to this day. I followed the Beatles faithfully until their breakup and from there I continue to follow each one’s music. But as always John seemed to be expressing the feelings that I had. I was fortunate to see the Beatles perform live three times fortunately I was close to the stage the last time I saw them, and it was indescribable.  It was a lasting memory.

John was always the most outspoken, and, at one point in 1966, he was condemned in the United States because of stating that the Beatles were more popular than Jesus.  He was not saying that they were greater than Jesus but just that their popularity extended farther. It was the truth at that time.  From then on he received death threats and was told that he would be assassinated during their 1966 United States tour.  This is one of the main reasons the Beatles stopped performing live.

Fame was a great pressure on John, and he looked for other avenues to explore having conquered the world.  He discovered LSD and used it to open up his creativity.  From there he discovered meditation and went to India to practice and learn from a master.  He met Yoko Ono, and they fell in love even though they were both married at the time.  He felt Yoko was his soul mate, and they were together until the end of his life.

They started a movement for peace and love.  He gained new world recognition for his peace movement and his views against all wars.  He expressed his views through his music and many people paid attention.  His goal was to have people get along and follow the path of love and peace.  For a time John went into seclusion, but in 1980 he was making a comeback with a new album, the first in five years, and ready to get back into his many causes.

Unfortunately there was a man who was jealous of John’s fame and success and decided that he could obtain some fame by killing John Lennon.  And on a cold December night he did the unthinkable.

December 08, 1980 I was at the Los Angeles Forum watching the Los Angeles Kings play a hockey game.  Suddenly, during the game, I heard a voice tell me to leave the building quickly.  I knew there was a reason and I decided to leave right then and there.  As I was walking out one of the guards asked me if I had heard and I thought he meant the hockey score, and I said yes I had heard.  When I got in my car I turned on the radio and a Beatles song was playing

When it finished the disc jockey said, “In memory of John Lennon who was shot to death this evening.”  I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I kept changing stations to get more information about what had happened.  I could not stop crying and all I did was drive home quickly.

It was unbelievable that a man who had tried so hard to stop the war and bring people together with peace and love had been killed by an assassin.  Of course I watched the news on television and went to bed with a sense of great loss because John Lennon represented so much of my life.

The next day I went to the Redondo Beach Pier and set staring at the ocean where I said my goodbyes to John for all he had brought into my life, and I released him into love and light knowing that he was already there.

I did not grieve for John because I know that our fate is pre destined. Also I know that there is a spirit world and he is there. I continue to listen to the Beatles and John Lennon’s music and always enjoy it. I am thankful that I lived in the most exciting time there was the 1960’s and I was able to experience Beatlemania full on.

Rather than dwell on his murder I want to remember all that he did in his short 40 years.  He definitely kept me aware of what was going on in the world through his music and his peaceful demonstrations.  He gave a voice to the consciousness that so many were feeling and unable to find the words or ways to express it.  John did.

Ironically he was killed on the birthday of Jim Morrison, singer, songwriter, and poet of The Doors, who if he would have lived would be 72 years old this year.  So many brilliant men have gone, but their words and music live on.

Each year new people discover John Lennon for the first time.  In Havana, Cuba, they have a wonderful bronze statue of John Lennon sitting casually on a park bench as though he is observing those who pass by.  Recently a teenager asked me if I knew who John Lennon was. I just had to smile at that question.

Because John was only 40 years old when he died he will always be remembered young and I wonder what he would have been like at 75 years of age. He still would have been turning out fabulous music and art, just as Paul McCartney, Ringo, and George Harrison have done throughout the years.

Worldwide he is loved.  His legacy will never be forgotten.

Thank you John for everything,
Cherokee Billie

May John’s Message Reverberate Throughout The World! 

Remembering Jim Morrison on his 72nd Birthday

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Wow, it’s hard to fathom Jim Morrison at 72 years of age.  He was born December 08, 1943.  There are some people that come in to this world who are not meant to be here for long periods of time and Jim Morrison was one of them.  He was an old soul and knew this at a young age when most children are still playing games.

Whatever Jim did he gave it 100 percent of himself.  He never compromised who he was for anyone, despite the enormous pressure on him once he became famous. He was a true free spirit, who lived his life the way that he wanted to.

Some of you may know the music of The Doors and not be aware of the many volumes of poetry that Jim Morrison wrote.  He really wanted to be a filmmaker and he was making a movie called HWY that never got completed.

Many people try to give an opinion of who or what Jim Morrison was in life, but I believe that he kept a lot of who he really was to himself.  He gave so much of himself as an artist that he had to have a little bit reserved for him.

There was far more to Jim Morrison then just being a rock superstar. Let me show you what I mean.

At a young age he was exposed to shamanism and throughout his life realized he was a spiritual teacher. To many he did not come across as such, but when you read his writings and study his life you realize this man saw spiritual truths and tried to convey them through his music, poetry, and performance.

According to Jim Morrison, one of the most important events of his life occurred when he was a child in 1949, during a family road trip in New Mexico, when he and his parents and grandmother came across the scene of an accident in the desert. Jim realized the Native Americans were bleeding to death and was afraid. He came to believe that the souls of the newly-dead Indians were running around, “freaked out,” and that one had leaped into him. This experience greatly influenced the content of his songs, poems, and interviews.

As Jim Morrison said of poetry:
“Real poetry doesn’t say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities… opens all doors you can walk through any one that suits you. If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.”

Greatness was thrust upon him at an early age; he was a superstar by 22.  Despite this he never had the trappings of the newly rich.  He never owned a car or a house.  He lived in $10.00 a night motel rooms and only owned a few clothes and books. He lived a simplistic lifestyle, because it was enough being a superstar.  The other members of The Doors at this time all had homes and cars.

Jim  was the first rock star to ever be arrested on stage during a performance.  This happened December 9, 1967 in New Haven, Connecticut.  He was booked on charges of indecency, public obscenity, disturbing the peace and resisting arrest.   Before the concert Jim was backstage making out with a girl.  A police officer spotted them and said they had to leave.  Jim told the officer he was in the band.  The cop got pushy with Jim. Jim tried to push him away and then the cop maced him.  .

Jim still went on stage and performed the concert.  During the last song Jim started to tell the crowdabout what happened backstage. The cops shut the music down and came directly onstage to arrest him. From that time onward the police were always looking for an excuse to come after Jim.

Unfortunately his fame could not be contained and it took over his life.  He enjoyed many of the perks, but did not like losing his privacy, and found ways to get lost in the crowd.  He was an alcoholic and drank mass amounts of whiskey a day.  No one could control him, and things went down hill when he was accused of exposing his penis in front of an audience at a rock concert in Miami Florida.  He was arrested and faced Federal prison time for lewd lascivious behavior, two misdemeanors for public profanity, two for public exposure and one for public drunkenness. No one could prove that he did such a thing, and, considering how many photographs were being taken nonstop at the concert, it is highly unlikely that it happened because there is no proof. Sometimes we get trapped by our life and don’t know how to undo the web’s that surround us.

His being free is what disturbed so many people including the law and the government. The powers that be do not like when someone shows them what true freedom is.

I cannot imagine any current musical artist choosing this type of life. This is what sets Jim Morrison apart from so many of the others. It is sad that the music world today is nothing more than just commercialism. I am thankful that I was around in the 60’s to see some of the greatest creative artists express themselves freely. It was a wonderful time to be alive.

I am grateful that he graced this world for a moment, but he will always live on.

Some may say that he burnt out, but to burn out you first have to be on FIRE!

I will leave you with this final thought from Jim Morrison.
“I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.”

Sending you lots of love on the anniversary of your birthday Jim.
Cherokee Billie

My Collection of Photographs and Music of Jim Morrison. Click Here

Riders On The Storm by The Doors. My favorite song of The Doors and the last song Jim Morrison ever recorded.

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