What is a Mandala? This is a question I encounter frequently. Without stealing the definition from Wikipedia, let me use my own explanation: A Mandala is used by the Buddhist monks as a meditative tool. It is a snapshot of the artist or the readee, in the moment, where they are in their life right now. I refer to the mandala as the person's cell, representative if their soul being. From the Mandala, you can see where you are and where you are going. Our cells contain our DNA which is in the form of a spiral. In my thesis, compose in my Masters in Creative Art Therapy program, I researched the spiral symbol's reoccurrence in my artwork related to my spirituality. I found this symbol's overwhelming meaning through cultures was that of life force. Native American women would weave plaques for newly married women representing their life path. Even in my own Italian family, from my Great Grandmas to Grandmas, Great Great Aunts to Great Aunts to Aunts, the crochet doilies or bedspreads had their own unique design. I would often wonder if there was a significance of the stitch and the pattern used.
What is very interesting is from a little girl I would create Mandalas as a form of art and relaxation. It was a form of a Mandala where I would draw an outline, it would start like a figure eight (the infinity symbol) and then the drawing of lines would intersect. I would then color each section. There are no accidents and this was the beginning of my spirit connection to art work. In 2017, I have integrated my love for Mandalas with my love crocheting. What I also learned is this creative activity is a huge stress reliever. With the events of 2017, happy, sad, achievements or setbacks, I have grown in many ways. I have been given the opportunity to look deep into myself to discovery who I truly am and where spirit, God, universe, is directing my work and service. Faith is a very important part of my life and I have wonderful role models who lead by example.
I began this blog nearly a year ago last February, I took a hiatus due the blow my family was dealt on June 18, 2017, the passing of beloved Brother Kenny. He battled cancer for a year and as he fought we somehow knew the inevitable and my family's world has seemed to unravel. Some days it seems like the reality is just dream, but the cold reality is it is not and the pain is very real. My Goal is to complete a blog every month and share my experiences and insights with my readers. Here is to a wonderful and successful 2018!
Happy New Year!
As I enter into my fourth year offering psychic medium and spirit art readings professionally, I continually learn and received many blessings from the spirit world. 2016 was one of my least favorite years in recent recollection, causing me to take a step back and review my personal vision in all aspects of my life, personally, professionally, and spiritually. I still continued to work at both my jobs with great success but I still felt some things needed to be fine-tuned. INTRODUCING MY NEWLY REDESIGNED WEBSITE! What is interesting about the WEBSITE ENDEVOUR, as I call it, is spirit has a way of showing themselves in small sentimental ways.
MYTH: Many are under the false impression I can get information from spirit on demand and can easily get answers for my loved ones in spirit.
TRUTH: It is not easy for me to communicate with passed loved ones regarding my own requests for guidance and messages.
WHY IS THIS THE CASE? Most likely because I know how my loved one would react and how they would say things. When I feel I am hearing my Grandma Flo, I normally shrug it off, thinking I am answering the question in her voice. In this process of redoing my website, Grandma was not going to let believe this and communicated her support so beautifully I want to share it and dedicate my first post in her memory.
Florence, my maternal Grandmother Flo, immigrated to America from the town Accadia located in the providence of Foggia in Southeast Italy in the Apulia region. She was two or three when she came with her mother on the boat from Italy - she was a World War I war orphan and was accompanied by her Aunt who was already established in Buffalo, NY. Flo, as she was called, knew no English and first learned in Kindergarten. She grew up in Lackawanna, NY and was proud to know Father Baker. In fact, Father Baker came and met with her mother and stepfather (who adopted Flo) to encourage them to allow her to attend his high school for girls. Her parents thanked Father but did not enroll her in school because she was needed at home to help her mother tend to her younger siblings, which included sewing their clothes. Flo was a very talented seamstress and for that matter fiber artist as we call it today. One of the special memories I have of my grandmother is her teaching me to knit and crochet. Interestingly enough, I seemed to have more in common with my grandmother than my mother, her daughter. My mother was the oldest child and grandma shared with my mother, it wasn't until she started sewing for her and the rest of her beloved children and grandchildren that she truly enjoyed it.
My two older brothers and I were the first of her 13 grandchildren. Arguably, my brothers knew her the best out of all the grandchildren because they spent the most time with her and grandfather. Sadly, my Grandma Flo passed away from breast cancer when I was only 16 years old in 1983. It has been the greatest loss in my life up to this point as she was my second mother. She was the mother who let me get away with things her daughter Lena (my Mom) couldn't. We moved from Blasdell, NY (suburb of Buffalo) to Rochester, NY when I was barely four years old. Although my family would be in Buffalo with my Grandma and Grandpa (and uncles who lived with them) nearly every weekend, it wasn't the same as living in the same city. Grandma and Grandpa were always there for me and my siblings and if my parents had to go out of town for a business trip for my father or had to take my brothers to school, my Grandparents would be there to take care of us, even staying at our house in Rochester.
I could write all day of my wonderful memories of my grandparents but the point of this blog is not a walk down memory lane but to share how Grandma Flo has so eloquently communicated her support and love from spirit in the not so usual or predictable way.
THE JOURNEY OF ONE’S SOUL
I started discussing my website with my niece Teresa earlier in the year and she guided me on the goals I wanted to achieve and what I needed to do. The first thing was to get professional photographs taken, so in early November I contacted Jennifer Forrester, who did an amazing job. Please check out her website, PhotographybyJenniferForrester.com.
Since the mid-summer, I had been asking my Grandma Flo to come to me in dreams to talk about my stuff, and sadly if she came I didn't remember the dream. I will say Grandma had no problems coming to me for others whom she wanted to know she was around - sometimes feisty, but most times very sympathetic, supportive and loving. As a medium it is frustrating when you want to talk to them and they don't reciprocate.
Fast forward to Christmas Eve 2016...FLO'S FIRST CONTACT
I normally host this holiday, but as the Buffalo Bills had a game on this day, my siblings (most of which are season ticket holders) and their families attended dinner with my extended family at my cousin Jimmy's Restaurant, BUTERA'S Craft Beer and Craft Pizzas (ButerasBrickOven.com) in Hamburg, NY. My mother had just had knee replacement surgery and it was not advisable she travel nearly two hours in the car, so we celebrated at my house. Not being with my family on this day was hard for all of us. As I was making the stuffed calamari with Mom earlier in the day, to my surprise, my cousin Cathy Jo called me. I had interviewed my grandparents for an eighth grade project about World War II and what it was like to live during this time. This tape has meant so much to my family and has been preserved for all to have with several copies being made and distributed over the years. Cathy Jo converted the cassette to CD and wanted to share that with me. This was the best Christmas present I could have received. As I thanked my cousin for making this day less sad, I wiped a tear from my cheek thanking God for my wonderful caring family and my Grandmother letting me know she was there with me and Mom while we stuffed the calamari. You see, this was my job with Grandma when she hosted this holiday. Just in case you were wondering, we did SKYPE and FACETIME that night with my Buffalo family, just like we were there, except missing the great food!
December 29th 2016...FLO'S SECOND CONTACT
The Psychic Fair group I participate with, does fairs in western New York. I have been offering readings at the shows in Rochester for the last two years and have been contemplating participating in the Buffalo fairs. Normally the fairs are held at locations north of Buffalo, this year a new location is going to be at the Hamburg Fairgrounds. I originally inquired about my interest in the venue and was pleased there was room for me to attend. Ironically? Interesting? …My grandparents and now my Uncle had been selling PIZZA at the Erie County Fair for 60 years. (SalvatoresPizzaTrailer.com)
I worked in the pizza stand as did my brothers, sister and cousins. I thought “this cannot be ironic, me, making my Buffalo debut at this location”. Now expanding into Buffalo is a big step and I procrastinated in my response to the fair's organizing host. On this day, I was contacted by the host advising she had room for me in Hamburg. I heard Grandma along with her husband Grandpa Sam and my Grandpa Peter (my father's father) who was a security guard for years at the fair, say in unison "YOU ARE NOT GETTING OUT THIS EASY!" Interestingly, I shared this experience with my father, who is a no nonsense kind of guy and he agreed with our three departed loved ones, telling me he "had good vibes." Funny, now he's the psychic!!!!! You see, my Mother's parents loved my Dad like a son and he very much felt Grandma was his mom for longer than his own. My paternal grandmother Mary, for who I am named after, passed when my father was only 20 years old, two weeks after my parents were engaged.
News Years Day 2017.....FLO'S THIRD CONTACT
My niece Teresa had laid the groundwork for the redesign of the website. Michael Feszczyszyn (my best friend) was able to step in where Teresa left off and created the bulk of the website. Together we worked on the design and background photos. Throughout the last week of the year, I was fine tuning elements of my business as discussed earlier in this blog. I re-mastered my logo from my original watercolor painted logo I have been using for the last two years. The pink color was unplanned and just happened. The hearts at the ends of the two S's were planned but the mirror image creating the heart was not planned and was created while I was playing around with the logo. My youngest niece Catarina, just loved the way it looked, I was inspired to choose it based on this reaction. So the heart theme was not actually intended, the spiral was. THE SPIRAL CREATES THE HEART!
The varying color of pink was not intended, blue is actually my favorite color. The backdrop of the old barn was not intended, it was there during my photo shoot. When I reviewed all of my choices for background photos the hearts and needles jumped out at me and I had to try it not thinking it would work. I loved the results. On the final night of completion of the site, I lay in bed, my mind spinning. All of a sudden it came to me... the background photo... its connection to my new logo - hearts, colors... coupled with its pure essence of my beloved Grandma Flo. Could this just be one of those silly coincidences? I was immediately compelled to view my website.
As I open the page, I notice for the first time the hearts, yarn and needles are resting on the barn wood, just like the theme Teresa created with my banner photo. Could it be that after all of these months my grandmother who I was begging to come to me in a dream was choosing all of these special, unique ways to get in touch with me - to let me know of her support of me being a Psychic Medium and Spirit Artist?
As I write this blog, the tears are streaming down my face. Tears for me when I read is the spirit's way of showing love from beyond the grave. My Grandmother loved her family, her children (her children's spouses she considered her children) and grandchildren. For those grandchildren and great-grandchildren she never knew on this earth, she shares her love; whether it be though stories we tell of her, the CD recording of the interview in 1981, or the taste of Grandpa's sauce every time we go to the Erie County Fair and get one of Uncle Sammy's slices of pizza.
Sam and Flo are looking down at all of us with such pride, their eyes are gleaming with joy for the good and generous people we have become, and for all of us who have honored their memory in our own way.
Family is so important and the support I have received comes from not only my closest family members, but from friends, clients and even strangers. What is so special is my extended family, my Mother's cousins, have recently reached out to me, in support of this work. It means so much. I have to individually thank my Mom & Dad for supporting my Psychic stuff being the very good Catholics they are; my sister Andrea who is my biggest fan, or so she says; my niece Teresa for helping to get this website up and running; my niece Catarina for designing my new business cards, postcards and banner, I call her SPEEDY GONZELEZ; my Cousin Cathy Jo for giving me the best Christmas present ever and supporting me in my appearance at the Hamburg Fairgrounds in February; and Michael who is skeptical about this at times (mostly just to annoy me), but created a wonderful website and is at my shows fronting the booth and sharing my message of Spirit (oh yeah, he does a great job at that too!)
This is the first blog, lengthy, but much needed as it has been awhile since I have wrote. God is Love. Spirit is Love. The Universe is Love.
Peace and Blessings,