Melissa Hevenor
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A Work in Progress (A look at Myself and Equality)

Sunday, March 27th, 2011

Life recently has been a whilrlwind of blessings and hardships, and ninety-nine per cent of the time, I feel exztremely blessed to live in the United States where we have beautiful freedoms, although recently, I have seen even clearer that quality is a work in progress. I’m very happy that I recently was given the opportunity to apply for a job in counseling, doing what I love, which is working with kids. Although the application process was surprisingly challenging, the challenges were in no way caused by the facility that is hiring me, but, by the logistics of the application process. To start with, I had to take a drug test, because the facility is a drug-free envivronment, and once again, I had done this before for other jobs, so this was not something new to me, however, the manner in which I was treated throughout this process, looking back, was pretty funny. In order to be tested, I had to pee into a cup, giving them enough of a urine sample to do the test. When I first started, a nurse at this walk-in clinic, escorted me into a bathroom with no running water, and closed the door behind me, after placing an empty plastic cup in my hand. Before I even had time to pull my pants down, the nurse was banging on the door, and telling me that time was up, because everyone getting a drug test, is timed in the bathroom. “Excuse me?,” I said in shock. “Time’s up, you need to come out in 45 seconds,” she replied. To which I said, “I mean no harm, but I haven’t even gotten my pants down yet. It could easily take me up to 15 minutes in the bathroom.” All the while, I’m thinking, “Thank G-d, I can be self-sufficient, but I’m still not the fastest mover in the bathroom, especially in a new environment, where I am extra careful not to fall.” After a brief moment of silence, the nurse informed me I could try again, however she would have to escort me into another bathroom. Then, without even attempting to go to the bathroom, I pulled up my pants, and headed into the next chosen bathroom. At which point, the nurse grabbed the plastic cup out of my hands, and took a pen and drew a line on the plastic cup, showing me how much of a specimen was needed. Perhaps the fact that I take more time in the bathroom made her assume that my intelligence was less than she first anticipated. Heading into the second bathroom, going on 15 minutes from the time I entered the clinic, I was not even allowed to use my phone to call my driver, to tell him what the holdup was. In fact, my driver came into the lobby, asking about my whereabouts, and the receptionist announced she was not allowed to reveal who was in the back rooms getting tested. At this point, my bewildered friend and driver, Glenn, said, “What are you talking about? I brought her here.” “Sorry, Sir, that’s our policy,” to which Glenn retreated back to the van, to wait for me, thinking that I had fallen in. Once I was in the second bathroom, the nurse announced that she was going to give me a couple of extra minutes, and this time, I was able to pee in the cup, however, I was not able to stand up straight enought to lift the cup up out from under me without spilling some back in the toilet. Therefore, the specimen did not reach the line that the nurse had so diligently drawn on my little plastic cup. “Damn!,” I said, before realizing I said it out loud, and the nurse shouted, “Are you okay in there?” I then came out and said, “I caught some, but it’s not up to the line.” Looking at me disapprovingly, she got closer to me, as though I were Deaf, and she stated, “You have to give us enough up to the line.” I then tried to explain why I did not have enough in the cup, when she handed me a bottle of water, and told me to start drinking. At this point, I was thinking in my mind, “isn’t it ironic that I am the one considered to be disabled, but the nurse could not comprehend that the problem was not actually a lack of specimen, but that I was not able to collect it properly, due to my inability to stand up straight enough to get the cup out from under me without spilling it?” Thus, drinking more water was not going to solve the problem. At this point, feeling more frustrated, I said, “You are more than welcome to come in with me, and help me retrieve it, if you like.” You would have thought I’d asked her for a kidney. “Oh no,” she proclaimed, “that goes beyond my duties.” “In that case,” I replied, “may I leave and come back tomorrow with someone to help me?” “No, if you leave it’s an automatic “Fail” of the drug test, by default, and it will go in your paperwork that you failed the test by refusal to comply.” “Refusal to comply? I can’t help it that my body refuses to stand up straighter!” The nurse then said, “I understand, but under our policy you must try for three consistent hours, unsuccessfully, before we are allowed to let you leave without it being considered a failure of the test. By now, I was almost in tears, as I had been ridiculously drinking water, thinking that perhaps, if I filled my bladder enough, I would catch enough to meet the damn line. After trying yet again, and having the same result of spilling half the specimen before retrieving it, I then got back in my wheelchair, went out to the desk and said, “I’m going to call ‘Help Me, Howard,’ because I am being treated like a criminal and I only wanted to complete a drug test for employment as a counselor.” ‘Help Me, Howard’ is a local journalist that people call when they feel as though they have been treated unjustly and after two and one-half hours of these shennanigans, I had reached my limit. Finally, a manager came and said, “Let me call the facility and see if we can do a Rapid test on you.” Within minutes, she came back and said that a Rapid test was fine, and they only needed a drop or so, which was collected quickly and I left. As I was headed out the door, the same nurse who had caused me so much frustration and insisted on confidentiality, shouted, “Good news, Sweetheart, the test came back negative, there’s nothing in your sytsem.”

The next hurdle in this Employment journey was getting my fingerprints done. Ironically, I had my fingerprints done for the northern county, where I live, because of my prior jobs, but needed to get them redone for the southern county where I would be working. Upon entering this facility, there was barely enough room for my wheelchair to get into the lobby, and then, when I was called back to get the actual fingerprints, the computer that does the imaging was at a station that was so high there was no way I could reach it, and when the technician saw me, she stated, “Oh, you have to go to a special location for the disabled.” I was completely shocked by this, becuase, after all, a fingerprinting facility is government-run, and it got me to thinking, “Are there so few disabled people being hird by our government, that all facilities needed in order to fill out a job application are not required to be handicapped-accessible?” This is both sad and appalling to me. Going back to my van, I headed to the next disabled-friendly destination, although it was far from easily accessible. Once again, it was extremely difficult to maneuver my wheelchair through small, single-filed rows of chairs in limited space, and when I went in the back to do the fingerprinting, once again the station was quite high. Luckily, it was positioned in such a way that I was able to raise the seat of my wheelchair, so I was in a half-standing position, to reach the computer to do the prints. The tech did apologize for the awkward set-up, and I told him, “It wasn’t his fault, but thank God, I am mobile, because if not, this disabled-designated facility would still not be accessible.” “I know,” the technician replied, “I feel terrible about this,” and he assisted me to position my hand in such a way that the computer would take my print. After three attempts, the prints were readable. It was all worth it in the end, becuase I will be getting the job, and I am very excited to begin on this new journey. The process did, however, become an eye-opener for just how far society needs to improve before equality is garaunteed.

I also learned to be patient, within reason, but when your individual rights are being infringed upon, it is time to stick up for yourself, even if it means, threatening to call “Help Me, Howard.” These experiences only exemplify why I have such a strong ambition to reach a level of fame that allows me to have a voice that will, perhaps, be heard more widespread. In fact, as most of you know, I love music and dancing, and one of my dreams is to be one of the few, or perhaps the first, person in a power wheelchair, to be featured in a music video. This is also why I chose to write my life story and my book called “My Life with Robin,” because, honestly, my wheelchair was the least of my hurdles, and I was able to discover the gifts I carried within to overcome a past faced with addiction, a mentally ill mother, and many other obstacles, to become a happy, successful psychic/medium, who only wants to inspire others to rise above their own darkness by lighting the light God has placed inside of them.

Staying Grounded While Being Afloat So Much of the Time

Tuesday, March 15th, 2011

Lately, I have been super busy doing readings, teaching, healing on children with autism, and preparing for a new job working with troubled teens. Needless to say, I have a lot on my plate. Although I am loving every minute, spending so much time on another dimension which allows me to get information and successfully complete my job. In fact, while trying to complete the e-mail readings, it is not uncommon for me to work 12-14 hour days, and sometimes, appointments are so close together, that I just have time to cleanse from the previous client and briefly pray to prepare for the next. I am loving every second of it, and finding creative ways to ground myself. Sunday is my chosen day to take for myself. Although I believe that animals function on a very spiritual level, when I play with my dogs, and cuddle with them, it brings me back to the physical plane. Another way I manage to keep focused, is by talking on a regular basis, to a dear friend of mine, who is also a lightworker, and understands the crazy, stressful and delightful field that we work in. Sometimes, the things that happen are downright funny. In fact, last night, after I finished my last reading, my bedroom door, which had been slightly open as I was talking on the phone to the last client, suddenly slammed, leaving me stuck inside. When I went over to the door, to find out what was going on, I could hear the slightest sound of children laughing, and I sternly said, “You’re more than welcome to play in my house, but it is not fair to lock me into my own bedroom,” at which point, a little boy and girl who were obviously twins between the ages of 5-7, appeared in front of me, and the little girl began to speak. “Sorry about the bedroom door, it’s just there are so many dead people in this house, that we had to find a way to get your attention,” she said, “we have a message for our parents.” “Okay,” I responded, “but how am I supossed to find your parents?” “Oh, just put the message on Facebook, you have so many people on there - I am sure someone can get them the message.” “Okay, I will,” I told the little boy who offered the solution. Then, he began, “Tell Mom and Dad that we did not feel any pain when we died, and that Uncle Doug greeted us right away and took us straight to heaven. We spend most of our time with him, if we’re not down here, playing in your house.” “Also, let them know that Dad will get a job in no time, because they have both been very worried about things. But, it ’s going to happen very soon.” “How did you find me?,” I asked. The little girl smiled and said, “Another child told us that he likes playing with your puppies and showed us where your house was, and said that you can see people that have died.” “Well, I am happy you’re here, and you’re welcome to stay as much as you want, but you can’t make things harder for me, and lock me in places,” I stated. “Okay,” they both said in unison. Instantly, they were gone, and still the door would not open. So, I called my friend for backup with this situation, because she had been me once before, when I had been locked in a bathroom by an old spirit on a ship. She immediately said, “I am on the phone with another friend of our’s, can I call you back?” “Not really, I need help right now,” I explained to her what was going on, at which point, she had our other friend call me, and ask her grandmother, who was also in spirit, to help out with the situation. So, I warned the children, “in a few minutes, my friend’s grandmother is going to be coming, and she will not be happy, that you have locked me in my room.”  Behind the door, I could hear the twins laughing, and the little girl tell the boy not to pull my cat’s tail. Just as the cat meowed in response, my friend’s grandmother showed up, because I heard the little boy say, “The grandmother’s here!,” and the bedroom door swung open. This incident last night, is just one of the many things I experience as a practicing medium, but it just goes to show that children are children, no matter what dimension they’re on, and personalities remain the same, as reflections of the spirit. This does not mean that spirits do not go through transformations, because I believe that everyone goes through a period where they have to watch their life before them, and reflect on their choices that they made during their last lifetime. Then, they go to a kind of spiritual school, where they learn how they could have made better choices or what they had done that was not beneficial for their spiritual growth. However, the personality of the spirit typically stays intact.

In order to not burn out, and function well in my life, it is crucial to stay grounded and take time out for myself, so that I can spend a great deal of my life afloat on another dimension, and manage both dimensions with grace. The overall message of this blog, is to try to find a job or hobby that you are passionate about to  bring you satisfaction and happiness, but remember that all things need to be done with balance, and it is important to stay grounded and entertain the magic of the spiritual dimension with equillibrium.

Letting Go Sounds So Easy, But Yet So Hard

Tuesday, March 1st, 2011

Recently, my lesson in life, I think, has been learning to let go. The actual act of letting go is so simple, from a physiological perspective. You release your fingers from a grasp, and find freedom as the once tense knuckles are released. However, letting go from an energetic perspective, is much harder. No matter what we do, our energy is involved, and energy always leaves some kind of imprint on both inanimate objects and human beings or other living things. Keeping this in mind, it is then easy to pose the question-Do we ever fully let go, given that energetic imprints are always left behind? There are all different types of emotional and energetic holds that we find ourselves intertwined in. For example, my sister recently had a baby, and I wanted more than anything, to be there for his birth. Despite my desire, there were several factors that influenced the outcome I was not happy with. Money was an issue, the snowstorms that were wreaking havoc on the east coast, and the fact that I had fallen ill, and was going in and out of the hospital, all proved to be barriers that could not be overcome. Therefore, I had to let go and resign myself to the fact that I would not be there for my second nephew’s birth. Accepting it allowed me momentary freedom from trying to strategize in my mind over how to make the trip happen. Although, thankfully, because of modern technology, I was able to receive photographs and have contact throughout the process. This technological contact helped me, spiritually astrotravel, to the hospital where my sister had given birth, which got me to thinking, I did not really let go of the opportunity to be there, but found a different way to accomplish my desire. On a physical level, I was not there, so I let go of the physical element of my presence, and incorporated how to be there on a spiritual level . I have always been brought up to believe that whenever possible, we should look at situations from a spiritual perspective. Does this mean that on some level, my inability to physically be present, was beneficial and, in fact, in the long run, a better option? After several weeks of pondering this idea, my answer is yes, because I realized if I had physically been there, my self and my sister would have been concerned about my well-being in the cold weather as well as the accessibility of my surroundings. These concerns could have distracted both my sister and I from the beautiful blessing that God had bestowed on the family. This isn’t to say that under different circumstances, I would not take the first plane out of Florida to be with my sister, because, God knows, if it was even remotely feasible, I would have found a way. My inability to control the situation and let go enough to focus on my spiritual abilities to travel, served, however, as a learning experience which heightened my ability to astrotravel, and reaffirmed my belief that everything happens for a reason.

A friend of mine in Australia and I were recently discussing how difficult it is to let go of someone you have a physical attraction to, even if that person is not good for you. I feel the reason that that can be so difficult is that when you have invested energy from your heart chakra, that energy on some level always remains part of the other person’s heart chakra, leaving the smallest void of heart energy in the other person’s aura. This energy can be fulfilled once more, and healed, however, it takes much longer to replenish a void in the heart chakra, or heal a wound in this area, than it does to give off energy from the same place. So often, people who separate from a loved one, find it necessary to create physical distance between themselves and this person. I believe that this is because the physical distance helps prevent one’s own heart chakra from longing for the residual piece of 0ne’s own energy that was invested into the other person, or, on the other hand, longing for the other person, who was constantly strengthening your own heart chakra, while you were in their presence. It is very important to find individuals who surround you in positive energy so that your heart chakra can easily get a boost when needed, and you do not have to rely on a romantic partner to feed you energetically. Love, in any form, feeds the heart chakra, without the heart chakra knowing the source of that love, as long as the love source does not cause repeated pain, which, then penetrates the heart chakra, leaving empty holes. Sometimes it is important to let go to learn how to love differently, or grow as a person, accepting that some things are out of our control, but in the end, there must be a reason. It is not uncommon for people to say to each other, “Just let it go,” and letting go sounds so easy, but when you look at things from a spiritual, energetic level, this very act is yet so hard.