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The Many Faces of Ghosts.

Ghosts are the souls/spirits of people who have died and have not gone into the light – in other words crossed over to their proper plane of existence. They were once human and now they are spirits.

In my latest video I discuss the following:

  • What are ghosts?
  • Why some souls do not cross over.
  • Helping lost souls to go into the light
  • Personal experiences with ghosts
  • What are demons?
  • The difference between ghosts and demons

So take a few minutes and watch my video. Your feedback is always appreciated.

Many blessings,
Cherokee Billie

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Who Opened The Front Door?

open-doorway-with-light

I was doing my normal thing last night working quietly on my computer at 8:00 PM when I heard my front door open and the alarm go off and then the door immediately close.  To say I was freaked out is an understatement.  My heart was going a hundred miles an hour and I immediately called my adopted son Rene and told him someone had entered the apartment.  He said, “I’m on my way.”

Because of being robbed two years ago I have a wrought iron security door on my bedroom entrance and I knew that whoever entered could not get in to where I was.  Yet, it did not stop the fear from running through my body.  Thinking someone was in my apartment was way more than I could take.  Rene called me and told me that my neighbor had called him and said that my front door was not closed and they had opened and closed it.  He still was on his way over.

The last person who had left my apartment was my physical therapist Carmen and she did not lock the door.  This is not the first time this has happened with Carmen.  She’s always in such a hurry and her mind going is going nonstop.  She cannot even pause for ten seconds to make sure that she has locked my door knowing that I am here all alone.

In September, 2014 I had a bad fall and had to have 24 hour a day care giving.  I have been bedridden for 25 years and I have to pay people to take care of me.  Normally I can get along on my own at night, but after this accident I had to have round the clock care.  I hired a young woman to stay with me at night and she seemed intelligent and nice.  Considering the situation I wasn’t thinking clearly because I was concerned about being able to walk again, because I could not walk at all after this fall.  She came with good references.  Within two weeks she showed her true self because she would come back after being off for one day with the smell of alcohol heavy on her and she acted like a completely different person.  Totally hostile.  I knew she was doing cocaine.

Rene did his best to talk to her about her behavior and get her to do the job correctly. She did okay for another three weeks and then she became totally out of control. I had to let her go even though I still needed somebody here at nights I did not have a choice.

From the moment she was let go suddenly I started having vandalism every night on my property outside of my apartment. I have an air conditioner compressor inside of a cage, Propane tanks inside of a cage, and batteries, also inside of a cage, that run a back up emergency energy supply in case of no power. The high tensile strength locks were being broken and having to be replaced. The vandals attempted to cut the air conditioner hoses on so many occasions that we had to place the hoses inside of a channel.  The cables on the batteries were being cut.  The screens on my windows were cut. This has been going on ever since September and there has been over 90 attempted vandalisms.

Monday morning Rene told me that a lock on my front door was damaged and the bolts were not closing correctly. He had to buy a whole new locking mechanism on Monday. I thought it was just old age because I have lived here for ten years.

When he arrived last night he talked to the neighbor who said their kids had accidentally hit against my door when they were playing and it opened. Rene then explained something I didn’t understand. The reason he had to change the lock on Monday was because someone had tried to break the lock using a screwdriver.

There is no question who is behind this – the former caregiver. She hangs out with gang bangers.  She’s having them come and do this vandalism knowing that it’s costing me money. Rene believes that she made duplicates of my keys and they had tried to open the front door with one of the keys. They don’t know that I changed the locks immediately after she was fired. The police have been contacted, and unless they catch them in the act there’s nothing they can do. They patrol the area, but they cannot be here every moment.

All of this is costing me a great deal of money and I am not generating that much in sales. It also is preying upon my nerves because I realize my vulnerable situation more than anyone, considering I can only walk a few steps with the help of my walker.

I have been content in this apartment for the last ten years.  Sure there will always be problems in life, but not this constant bombardment of problems. Every day it seems like there’s something new and now they’re trying to get into the apartment and not just to damage outside. Even if they can’t get into my room there’s a lot of damage they could do inside.

It is not often that I write about my life because it is hard for most people to understand having been bedridden and surviving without family. This time I just felt I had to write about something I’m encountering daily.

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Many blessings,
Cherokee Billie

Happy Chinese New Year!

2015 goat

This is the year of the Goat/Sheep. You fall under this sign if you are born in the years 1931, 1943, 1955, 1967, 1979, 1991, and 2003, This is your year, people born in the Year of the Sheep 2015. Be it business, love or health, everything will be in your favor this year!  People born in the year of the goat/sheep are mild mannered, pessimistic, shy, and sympathetic. Personality traits, such as creativity, dependability, intelligence, and calmness make them extremely charming to be with.

New Year’s Blessings,
Cherokee Billie

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Find Out If You Are A Light Worker Quiz?

light-workerDo you ever get the feeling that what you have experienced spiritually in your past no longer serves you and don’t feel a “fit” with other religions or beliefs? Perhaps you are someone who feels that they must strike out on their own and “leave home” so to speak.

This is a time of great spiritual change as the worlds of the spirit and this material one are co-mingling. As you already “Feel” one is layered on top of the other. You are awakening to a very strong pull of the spirit that is calling to you. This pull is what some call God, The Creator, Great Spirit, Source Energy, The Universe, and (I feel more aptly) The Light. It is a surge of spiritual power that is more solid than stone or the ground under your feet. There is no need to feel fearful. If you weren’t ready for this next step you wouldn’t have been called. It is just that simple. It is what led Buddha to renounce his life of luxury as a prince; called Christ into the wilderness and has reached out to many inspired teachers and people throughout history. It calls you to the oneness of all and to leave your old ways of fearful “Us vs Them” thinking behind you. You are being called to the remembering of who and what you are. You are being called into the Light. You are being called into a life of service to Life and Love.

Here is a short questionnaire that should help you find out if this is something that is calling out to you in your life.

AM I A LIGHT WORKER?

Answer the Questions Below

1) Do you feel a sense of time urgency within you?

2) Do you feel draw to help humanity?

3) Do you feel draw to spirituality?

4) Do you get a persistent ringing sound in your ear?

5) Have you been told by others that you are too sensitive?

6) Do you feel different from others?

7) Do you believe that spiritual methods can heal any situation?

8) Do you know that you are here for a higher purpose?

If you answered yes to these questions and resonate with the definitions of a Light Worker given, the chance is that you are a light worker, however, only you can truly answer this question for yourself. You may also have tried to follow your families’ religion devoutly, but feel that you have not felt like you are getting the right answers or maybe you have just “outgrown” it and feel the need to search on your own. If you feel this need and you receive the prompts, you are on your new path. You have reached a point on your journey where you are ready for a spiritual upgrade.

Know that what you are experiencing is real. Do not worry about what anyone else thinks about regarding your experience. All you have to remember is that to those of us who receive this feeling no explanation is necessary. To the others who don’t know no explanation will suffice. You are embarking on a journey that will lead you to many new and wonderful experiences.

There are many light workers on the planet at this moment in time; a lot of us seem to experience an extraordinary amount of obstacles, challenges and health issues in our lives. I think the reason for this is so that we can learn compassion and empathy through our own trials and be more understanding to the trials of others. It is a light workers task to help other people on their journey in life and that is why they need so much experience of life.

You are light-workers, your time has come and your job now is to stand in the light, to let your light shine and to allow those who would take up fear to gather around your light and feel peace and hope.

Many blessings,
Cherokee Billie

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‘Twas the week after Christmas’

‘Twas the week after Christmas’

‘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.

Many blessings,
Cherokee Billie

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Canceled Christmas-A Memoir

Canceled Christmas-A Memoir

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.

Cherokee Billie

 

Remembering Jim Morrison’s 71th birthday December 08, 2014.

The Spirit of Jim Morrison

The Spirit of Jim Morrison

Wow, it’s hard to fathom Jim Morrison at 71 years of age.  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. I am enclosing the video below so that you can see how unlimited his talent was.

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.

The pressures of being a rock star was overwhelming for Jim Morrison and ultimately he used excessive amounts of alcohol and drugs to kill the pain of not being the free spirit that he was before stardom. Sometimes we get trapped by our life and don’t know how to undo the web’s that surround us.

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!

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

My Collection of Photographs and Music of Jim Morrison

Video of the uncompleted film HWY starring Jim Morrison.

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