Melissa Hevenor
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Marching in Search of a Cure while Finding Magic

Monday, March 23rd, 2015

While the month of March is known for the luck of the Irish, I found this March to be the luck of a lifetime. On March 16, one of my best friends, Sandra, and I headed to Orlando, Florida, to visit my friends, who are now more like family, the Castellanos. Sandra and I enjoyed the scenic drive as I told her more about Talia Joy Castellano, the sweet little angel who touched my life as I was in search of make-up tutorials, to prepare me for a large stage event. Little did I know, I would click onto a video, connecting me to a then-little girl, who would forever have a place in my heart. When Talia and I first began communicating, it was strictly about eyeliner, eyeshadow brushes, drugstore make-up vs. high-end,and things of that nature. Over time, she taught me not only about make-up, but also about life itself. In fact, as it would turn out, some of the greatest spiritual and life lessons that I live by today, were first imparted to me by taliajoy18, a make-up guru, who was in fact a spiritual guru, whether she knew it or not. Over the course of two and a half years, she taught me how to blend make-up, but also how to be proud of yourself. one of the greatest lessons we all go through is self-acceptance, and while Talia’a self-acceptance grew from battling a horrible monster known as neuroblastoma, not only did she learn to accept herself, but she also used Youtube and social media to shine like a sparkly diamond, spreading her light like a prism, embracing all colors, ethnic backgrounds and spiritual beliefs, through make-up.

I found it difficult to write this blog, because it is so hard to articulate in words the essence and beauty of Talia and her message. Then, this afternoon, I went with another best friend, to see Disney’s new version of Cinderella. That movie, in its humor, beauty and cryptic messages, gave me the inspiration to sit down and write this blog. The movie, Cinderella, addressed the lesson of self-expression and self-acceptance, and a light bulb came on in my head. Talia not only found acceptance in her circumstances, but also was able to rise above them, finding acceptance and spreading kindness. Kindness was also a repeated theme throughout Cinderella’s story, and the final ingredient in the happily ever after fairy tale was magic. Talia found her magic through make-up. In this life that we live, magic doesn’t obviously come in a bottle labeled “fairy dust.” Magic is something we have to find within ourselves and share it, through a passion that makes us happy and feel love towards ourself. Without self-love, we can not fully express who we are , and without full expression, we can not give the best of ourselves.. Therefore, because my trip to Orlando was to honor such a special person, who found her own magic, the trip itself was magical.
As we pulled up to the house, I was nervous. I wasn’t even sure why i was nervous. Perhaps, in part because of anticipation. Perhaps, in part because Talia and I had talked about me coming to visit her, several times before she passed.  Or, perhaps because I didn’t want the trip to end and I knew the minute I entered the house, the end was closer. As soon as you enter the house, you feel so much love and you understand how Talia was so extraordinary. she could not have been as confident, as talented or inspiring, if she did not have the amazing foundation of her mother, her sister and her stepfather’s shoulders to stand on. I felt as though i had been in the house so many times, recognizing all the different areas where Talia had done series
of videos. I also felt like I was coming home because Desiree, Talia’s mom had been waiting for us, and there was a delicious plate of food, with our names on them! The trip also brought up emotions for me because it had been such a long time since felt like I belonged. As we enjoyed the food, we heard stories about Talia and shared about ourselves to get to know each other even better. But, the one common factor is that we each love Talia and she had been the one who brought all of us together.
When I entered, her bedroom, I felt as though any minute she would run through the door. Her bedroom is beautiful and captures her essence perfectly, filled with tribute paintings, and portraits and, of course, and certainly not least, her make-up. the next day, as we prepared for the march, an annual fundraiser to raise money for Arnold Palmer Children’s Hospital, where Talia was treated, I felt Talia with us every second as I put on my make-up, and sure enough, during a conversation about tweezers, one of Talia’s pictures fell over, a sure sign that she agreed with what we were talking about. I had planned to walk with my walker during part of the walk, but was unable to, because the pathway was too uneven, which meant that it was a team effort to push me over the course of the march. Sometimes, it was two people at once, sometimes it was Desiree who was quite familiar with a wheelchair, and sometimes it was a nice handsome gentleman, and other times, it was old and new friends lending a hand, to make sure that this member of Talia’s team was not left behind.
After the march, a group of us went to Talia’s gravesite. I have to say her headstone is by far, the most beautiful headstone I have ever seen, and it completely exemplifies what Talia was and still is. Also, there is a beautiful tree that stands guard closely to what feels like a private sanctuary. You feel nothing but peace and serenity there. I, once again, found myself emotional, not because we were at a cemetery, because as a medium, I know that Talia’s spirit is not there, but because the headstone and foot stone are so beautiful and Desiree and Mattia work endlessly to honor Talia’s memory and carry on her legacy. It made me realize how blessed she is to have such an amazing family. One can only hope, no matter how far in the future, that they are loved to such an extent that he/she is memorialized in such a way. And that brought emotions because they bring the existence of unconditional love to life. I also felt an amazing connection with the other people who were part of the team and went to the cemetery, as we all sat with our heads bowed, talking or connecting as our “No Fear, Just Faith” T-shirts were lined up around Talia’s tombstone.
After spending time there, we all went together for dinner at Talia’s favorite sushi restaurant, ordering some of her favorites. Once again, I felt her spirit as we laughed and shared stories about her extraordinary life. I also felt a huge connection with Talia’s dog, Bella. She was filled with excitement, so much love and personality. She was definitely meant to be Talia’s dog, and wanted to be in the center of everything. Just like her mother, she is tiny, but feisty. I thought I loved and respected Talia before this trip, but now the respect and love I have for her is everlasting. Her strength, happiness and talents far exceed those of most individuals twice her age. I will continue to support Talia, her legacy, and her family, until the day that the words, “childhood cancer is cured,” can be read in medical journals and shared worldwide. Until then and beyond, Talia’s Legacy will march on with a shining, magical make-up angel leading the way.

The Magic of MJ Lives on

Wednesday, June 25th, 2014

Today marks the five year anniversary of Michael Jackson leaving this planet to return home as an angel in heaven. I was blessed recently to attend the magical Cirque de Soleil honoring the King of Pop, and I will certainly never forget that night. However, the magic that is Michael Jackson impacted my life long before attending that show. I remember being a little girl, sitting in front of the television, watching Michael Jackson dance, with children in a Pepsi commercial, and thinking, “I wanna be just like him when I grow up.” Not even realizing at the time, that I had a difficulty walking, much less dancing as though I was weightless and floating across the floor. But, it wasn’t just his ability to dance or sing. It was the effervescent light, or energy, that permeated the room, even through the screen of a television. That same energy that has caused hundreds of girls, women and even men alike, to pass out in his presence. That same energy that catapulted him to fame like none other. I even begged for a silvery-white glove to wear, and I remember being told by other boys, in my elementary school class, “you can’t wear that. You’re a girl!” Of course, I responded, “Who says? My aunt said, ‘if the glove fits, wear it.’” Even at the young age of 12, when the epic song, Man in the Mirror, came out, my fascination and admiration for Michael Jackson, became even stronger because 12 was the age that I really began to feel a calling within myself to serve the world and make it a better place. Of course, at 12, idealism runs rampant in the mind. and I thought, with love and compassion, all the world’s problems could be solved, and this song Man in the Mirror, became an anthem that I played relentlessly, until I, literally, wore out the cassette tape.

Fast forward to 1998, I was  a young 22 year-old, planning to make the big move across country to Los Angles, the west coast. If any of my dreams to serve and make the world better could happen, I was sure they could happen there. The first time I went to Los Angeles, I was completely blown away by the number of young adults and teenagers that were homeless on the streets of Santa Monica beach. Of course, being from Washington, D.C., I had seen my share of homeless people, but never homeless children. So, with my beloved anthem, Man in the Mirror, blaring out of the speakers of my rented van, while on one of my first of many trips to prepare and set out for the move, I went into McDonald’s and bought $150 of hamburgers and cheeseburgers, with the song Man in the mirror, blaring ,i handed out as many hamburgers and cheeseburgers as $150 was able to purchase. For the most part, the kids were very grateful, and very obviously longed for someone to talk to. I had heard stories of survival, rebellion, tragedy and inspiration, that i sill carry close to my heart. Eventually, when I did move to Los Angeles, there was a young man named Nathan, who I kept up with. He wasn’t like the other kids. He was filled with ambition, and truly wanted “off the streets.” Bur, he escaped a home where he had been severely beaten and abandoned, after he was caught kissing another boy behind the bleachers at his high school.  very often, I would bring him food, a blanket, or clothing that I thougtht would look nice on him. He told me one of the last times I saw him, that whenever he heard the song Man in the Mirror, he would think about the little angel in a wheelchair who passed out hundreds of hamburgers though he adniiteed the first time that happened, he was frightened, be ause the van that I had rented looked like “a gang member’s van with tinted window.’ with music blaring. He said he’d never been so shocked, to see Little Old Me, come ut in my wheelchair, with as many hamburgers as I could hold. I also had o teach myself, once I moved hftere, never to have cash on me, because I would inevitably be handing it out to kids in the street. I often wonder what happened to Nathan. I don’t know his last mane, or even if he’s still in California but I’m sure he’s found his way to success, with his optimism that was unfailing even in the worst of circumstances . And, I am proud, that I was able to play the smallest role in this journey, giving him a piece of Michael’s magic along the way. I still use that song to raise myself up, as an anthem, to continue serving,even if I’m met with criticism or unappreciated. i don’t mind because my efforts are pure, and as long as G-d and Michael can witness  my continued effort to pick myself up and be of service, I am content and peaceful.

The song is so full of truth and reflection. If we find ourselves in this modern world where taking selfies is often a daily activity, then we certainly have the opportunity to look at ourselves and ask, “what have we offered the world today?” Not just an image but from the heart. As many of you know, over the last couple of days, I have flooded social media with messages supporting and educating on childhood cancer, as yesterday was a day of great importance when advocates for this cause went to Capitol Hill to voice the need for more funding and research. One of the parents lovingly know as Tattoo Tom, started a non-profit organization called StillBrave, after his daughter, Shayla, passed away from cancer. His slogan is, “I asked, why isn’t somebody doing something, and then I realized I am somebody.” I mention Tom and that organization because that slogan truly captures the essence of that song, “Man in the Mirror.” Michael continues to be an advocate through his music, for humanity and children, with numerous songs, like “Black and White,” “Human Nature,” the Earth song, and, most recently, from the latest album , Xcape, “Do You Know where your Children are?” All of these songs and so many more, speak to equality, love, respect, and preserving human life and the planet. His passion and love for humanity, and changing the world for the better, will inevitably endear him to my heart. As is often the case, when an earth angel, uses their light to cast out darkness in the world, that darkness rises up in an effort to rob that light, and this happened to MJ, as he was countlessly falsely accused of terrible deeds ike harming children, being crazy, even putting his own children in harm’s way. I know with every fiber of my being, that he did no such thing, as these acts undeniably, go against everything he stood for. I do think he fell victim to substance abuse, in an effort to escape the demands of his iconic name, and the pain inflicted on him by the same people  in humanity he was working to save. Unfortunately, greed from those that worked for him led to his untimely death, as he was not properly protected or cared for, but rather used for his financial status and where he was able to buy compliance, giving him access to the deadly substances that ultimately lead to his death. But, whether he passed, because of carelessness and/or addiction, I believe his light-filled soul could only withstand the lower vibration of the earthly plane for so long, and his spirit had to return to the higher plane, where his heart and essence was free and will always be timeless.

My wish for the world is that more people will rise up, supporting causes that Michael supported, and embrace his music as a collective anthology of music to serve as their anthem, when they are in need of some Michael Jackson magic to lift them up so they can carry on to be of service.

Psychic in your Pocket is Super Happy with her Pocket Pixies

Monday, February 3rd, 2014

So many things are happening, I have to take the time to share…for those of you who have been following me on different social media platforms, you know that I’ve been talking about my YouTube channel a lot, for several reasons. Most importantly, because I want to use YouTube as a way to help enhance your spiritual growth by answering spiritual questions and also by helping just spread happiness, in a way that is free and fun. So, please, subscribe to my channel mhevenor94. I also want to use that platform to communicate and interact by having you guys send me more questions, comment on the videos and just communicate with me.

2014 for me is all about connecting with people all over and serving, using my gifts and just sharing light with people as much as possible, for free. Of course, I have to make money to live, but nothing brings me greater joy than sharing knowledge, love, and light with you guys, just purely to raise the vibration and help with consciousness and enlightenment. I am also still working to make my book, “My Life with Robin”, into a motion picture. Although, in order  to get the funding to do that, I have to show that I have a big enough platform to bring in revenue. Again, my goal for making the book into a movie, is to inspire those who have had, or are having, incredible challenges in life, to keep going, and recognize that there is always a bigger, spiritual picture unfolding. Although it is not uncommon for us to become stuck under a dog ear of that bigger picture, able to see only the triangle in which we are covered or momentarily trapped underneath. That first thing you have to remember is no matter what you’re facing,  the more you consciously try to raise your vibration, the more you are inviting that single molecule that has the power to change or end your struggle. It only takes one energetic shift to have everything you wish for unfold.  This is why I’m so happy to have come up with the name of “Pocket Pixies”, for you, my friends, fans and followers. Pixies are little creatures from folklore, who are known for being mischievous, but also have the potential to do great good and become fairies. I have a strong connection with fairies and believe in them wholeheartedly, as I do pixies. I want to do good in the world, by helping people remember how magical the planet is and how we each are as individuals. Using the idea of magic and pixies, psychic ability, the universe and happiness to bring people closer to god or whatever higher power they believe in, and really illuminate the world to glorify who, for me, is G-d, in a way that helps empower people with happiness and peace. I also mentioned going to church in one of my last videos. I love going to church because I feel connected to the divine, listening to the metaphorical messages in Scripture, however, I  consider myself to be a Kabbalist, and I love Jewish tradition which also resonates with me deeply in my heart. I believe that there are many great spiritual gurus and leaders that need to be acknowledged and honored. I know it isn’t my place to decide what is right or wrong, but to embrace all people with love and bring happiness and peace as much as possible. therefore, I will share videos of going to synagogues, going to Buddhist temples, many different places of worship or spiritual practices, to both educate and expand my own enlightenment. Several of you have also written to me asking about male followers, the answer is yes, pixies can be male. In fact, Puck, from Midsummer Nights Dream, was a pixie. thank you very much, William Shakespeare! All pixies are welcome! Regardless of belief, gender or background.  I know many of you Also struggle with the fact that I use the word “psychic.” tho, psychic only means using part of your psyche to gather information from the Divine, when you’re doing it in the purest form. I’ve had my visions for so long, long before I was old enough to know right from wrong, and I was predicting things long before I was knew you could get paid to do it and, I promise you with all my heart, the second I’m able to do both psychic readings and mediumship readings, or any type of reading for free, I will, not because I think it’s wrong to charge, but only because that will make my heart dance.

My heart dances so much of the time anyway, I think that’s why my legs can not. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, even if I could take a pill tomorrow, and be able to walk down the street, I wouldn’t, because I believe that, Much of of my fairy magic, comes from my ability to fly with Spirit every day.  I  promise to teach all of you who can walk or not, how to find your magic, and fly through any of life’s twists and turns. Much love, the Psychic in Your Pocket, Mother Fairy, Melissa

The Magic of Mediumship and the Miracle of Spirit

Thursday, January 26th, 2012

The more I do this work, the more amazed I become, on how perfectly designed the Universe and Spirit is. I recently did a reading for a young woman who lost her mother and as soon as her mother came in the room, her energy felt familiar to me. The reading went beautifully and because this young woman is getting married soon, she wanted to make sure she followed any of her mother’s wishes for the ceremony. Her mother came through strong, humorous and happy with all of her daughter’s choices and accomplishments. It is not uncommon for me to see Spirits. In fact, I am never alone in my house and it has become a comfort to me. However, because this wonderful woman has not been in Spirit very long, I could only see an outline of what she looked like. When the reading was complete, her daughter asked me if I would like to see a picture of her. Looking at the picture, I was even more sure that I knew this person. Then, all of a sudden, it dawned on me, this young lady’s mother had been very active in the South Florida chapter of the American Psychiatric Association, and on annual ocassions, I had heard this woman speak as I was a student getting my doctorate degree in Marriage and Family Counseling. At the end of every presentation, this woman would come over to me and acknowledge me, recognizing that I was the only student in a wheelchair, kiss me on the forehead, and tell me how much of an inspiration I was, and to continue following my dreams. I could not believe that we were reunited as I did a reading for her daughter. It goes to show, once more, what a small world we live in, and that we should do our best to be kind to one another, because you never know how we are connected to that person and other people we love. This young lady found me because I had done a reading for one of her close friends at the metaphysical church in Wilton Manors. This was yet another example of the magic of mediumship and the miracle of Spirit, proving that we are certainly never alone, and I believe those in Spirit are much more aware of what’s going on in our physical world, than we often are, while we are trying to navigate this crazy world we live in. I hope this story inspires all of you to be kind to one another and never cease to appreciate the miracle of Spirit.