Melissa Hevenor
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A Magical Island Known as Sanibel

Saturday, December 20th, 2014

I met a wonderful heart-centered individual at Speaking Empire, named Paul, who generously offered to collaborate with me in an effort to nurture my business, in ways that are still currently forming and unfolding as I sit here writing this blog. Sanibel Island is a three hour drive from Ft. Lauderdale, where I live. On Wednesday, I began the day by doing some readings early in the morning, fulfilling some routine appointments and then waited patiently in a local Starbucks in Boca for my friend, to pick me up with a wheelchair-accessible rented van to embark on the journey to Sanibel. It was so funny sitting in Starbucks with my overnight bag, my wedge sleeping pillow an my laptop bag. I looked like a runaway teenager in complete bliss over the adventure she was going to embark on. I decided to put my make-up on at Starbucks, considering it was handy in my overnight bag and the lighting was excellent. I got so many interesting looks as I carefully began my make-up routine, complete with application of foundation to the finishing touches of adding roll-on shadow glitter. During this routine, I decided to film it on my laptop, because I had fallen behind on my make-up look tutorial videos. The video was, indeed, louder than most because of the hustle-and-bustle of a busy Starbucks in the morning. I felt like I was doing a a social experiment as I watched different people understand why I was putting on make-up and talking to my computer, while others simply watched how happy and full of energy I was doing whatever I was doing.

When my friend, Sandra, arrived at noon, with yummy holiday Starbucks drinks in hand, we embarked on our journey, music blasting and free on the road. We were already in a state of bliss. As we crossed the causeway, the water was a glistening blue-green and the clouds were low, big and fluffy , looking as though you could touch them. As the sun set over the water ,it truly looked like paradise, as the rich coral oranges slowly  melted into what had now become a darker blue ocean. As soon as we entered Sanibel, I felt as though we had entered Santa’s secret Christmas island and the radio began blaring the soundtrack to The Nutcracker, and the  first thing we saw when entering Sanibel was a huge Dairy Queen covered in Christmas lights, complete with  balloon blow-up Santas Christmas trees and elves. You could feel the energetic vibration of the beautiful canvas that G-d painted creating Sanibel. One of the main highways was called Periwinkle Drive, and I felt at home as the Mother Fairy that I am, taking that moment to announce that I will, in the near future, be moving to this magical island known as Sanibel.

We soon arrived at the Westwind Inn, where we were staying. It was literally a small walk from the shell-haven beach of Sanibel. The apartment that existed behind the door of our room, was amazing. It had a gigantic wheelchair-accessible bathroom complete with a roll-in shower, handheld shower hose, built-in shower bench, and a sink that I could easily roll my wheelchair underneath. Then, the kitchenette was complete with an oven at the exact location needed for someone like myself seated in a wheelchair, making the control panels accessible and easy to use. The refrigerator was short in stature, making all of the shelves reachable from a seated pistition including the freezer, which I could also use with ease, and once again, the kitchen sink allowed for easy roll-under accessibility. I was overjoyed!

After checking in, we met with Paul, and went to a beautiful seafood restaurant right on the water, sitting outside, discussing our hopes and dreams, getting to know each other better. It seemed as if time stood still and no one else was around, as we engaged in high vibrations conversation, embracing the present, creating the future in that moment. Then, we retired for the evening, back to the Inn to prepare for an early morning, meeting Paul, once again, in the morning for breakfast, and having the pleasure of meeting his youngest daughter Sage, and his amazing, beautiful. loving wife, Anne. We had breakfast at the Lighthouse Cafe, and then embarked on a journey on the pier. The pier had its own magic, extending far out into the ocean, allowing ne to drive my chair easily, all the way out over the water, able to see the beach, with gorgeous specie of birds all around us. Sage excitedly ran from one bird to another, trying to understand how they were able to fly and figuring out in her mind, how to make hew own wings expand, pulling her mom in all directions to explore each bird. Then, all of a sudden, a pelican arrived. He was stout and demanded attention, sitting on the edge of the pier. I approached him slowly, hoping to catch a picture, when all of a sudden, he announced, “my name is Sampson.” Answering him in my mind’s eye,  ”Well, hello, Samson. May I take a picture?” while he answered, “Of course, they all do…” I came in close to him and I captured a beautiful picture of Samson on the pier in the sun, like a spotlight of a superstar. Then, to my surprise, another gentleman who I did not know ,reached up to touch the pelican, and he allowed it, not flinching for a second. These moments on the pier where precious, beautiful and magical, certainly an unforgettable experience.

There were also a group of fishermen fishing on the pier that I had not taken much notice of, until one began frantically reeling in his catch. To everyone’s surprise, it was a gorgeous baby shark, who was frantically flailing and flopping, gasping for air as the hook was jammed into his mouth, causing a smallest bit of blood to ooze from the place of intersection where the hook pierced him, and blood oozed from around his mouth over the rest of his body. Another fisherman who was with the one who had caught the shark said, “Are you going to let it go?” The gentleman said, “Of course.” Then an older fisherman in his late 60’s , rushed over to the other two, and said “You don’t want it?” The other said, “No, it’s unnecessary. It’s a shark. We should let it go.” The older gentleman took the fishing rod and quickly ran over to the edge of the dock , leaning over close to the water, allowing the fish to very easily see the pathway to its freedom back into the water, when, to all of our surprise, he turned itnto what seemed to be like a gargoyle hunched over where we thought was to release the fish, when he actually violently slammed the fish’s face onto the dock, and there was a gasp for all observers. when Palu’s wife yelled out, “Why? why did you do that?” and I turned away in tears, at the horrific, barbaric treatment of this enchanted creature that makes up the magical population of sea creatures inhabited in Sanibel. When I collected myself, the next thing I saw was the same beautiful shark, but without skin, being eaten barbarically, while the fisherman saved the remains for bait to catch other fish.

I have never considered myself to be an animal activist and I have recently taken up vegetarianism after an intense dialogue with a highly spiritual guru. During that dialogue, the guru explained that when we consume meat, we are consuming the karma, that energetically takes place in the animal’s struggle to survive, the  moments before it is killed, to later becomes someone’s meal. Those words echoed in my mind, as I watched the violent, painful ending to the shark’s life. As someone who loves sushi, and eats it morning, noon and night. I found it very hard to give up seafood, and even in the early early hours of my visit to Sanibel, I consumed a seafood dinner, though witnessing the terrible death of the shark certainly made me reconsider, because who would want to ingest the karmic devastation of the beautiful shark who thought his freedom was in reach because the view of the beautiful water was visible from his angle on the pier, before the brutal blows to the head. I realized the fisherman also had a moment to make a different choice, though, instead, the need for power or sport, became greater than respecting the life of this creature. This isn’t to say I believe fishermen are bad, or to say that if you’re not a vegetarian, you’re here to be judged. I’m not one to judge. I share this story so you can understand how the magical vibration of love can evaporate when darkness invades, in whatever form that darkness takes. We also had a choice after those events, to hold anger toward the fisherman, and let darkness take away all the joy we experienced earlier, and possibly rob us of all the magic G-d had in store for us on the rest of our journey. Instead, we embraced the lesson of how quickly something so beautiful can turn to darkness. Witnessing these events for me, personally, solidified for me that I made the right diecsion to become vegetarian. I will take the liberty to say that it helped Paul to realize to be without judgment and view all with compassion, though we must remember that, on some level, the fisherman did not realize what he had stolen from all of us, unable to see his own darkness. Perhaps in the effort to gain a reaction, as he knew that he had people observing him. If that is the case, how sad is it that he needed to feel important or get attention, by taking power, over a beautiful fish and getting recognition, good or bad, from strangers on a pier. That makes me feel compassion for him. For Anne, The artist that she is, she embraced the shark and went home to draw him, in all his glory and strength, making him a part of her marine family she has created in book form and through her logos, in an effort to educate children on th magic and beauty of the wildlife that exists on Sanibel Island, in great need of preservation and respect. Therefore, we took a negative experience and transformed it in to something that fed a greater good in each of us in different ways.

Throughout the time in Sanibel, I got to know Paul, as well as his other three sons, and of course, Anne, and his youngest daughter, Sage, The boys were each charming, intelligent, powerful little wizards in their own right. The oldest making a big difference through volunteer work at the wildlife refuge on the island. The middle son, in touch with energy with an amazing crystal collection, and who works with his oldest brother to help the family and protect his princess of a baby sister, Sage, and the youngest son, who is creative and has a fascination with seeds and their power to grow and create plants of all sorts. I was also blessed to come even closer to my soul sister, Sandra, who is also a pioneer for protecting the magical Mother Earth and all its creatures, through her children’s books and artwork. I returned home with a handmade angel made of shells, by Anne, a bag of beautiful sea shells that I will use to tell the tale of the shark and to create jewelry, with a new appreciation and dream that will become reality when I have a home on the little, magical island know as Sanibel.

A Month of Thanks, and a Whirlwind of Gratitude

Sunday, November 30th, 2014

Gratitude is an adjective that certainly is a verb in my life. Having gratefulnes and gratitude on a daily basis, lthough this month has been filled with a surplus of blessings. It is truly a time of thanksgiving, not from the freedom of a governmental regime, or a religious institution, but a thanks for freedom to nurture a business that revolves around a lifestyle of spirituality, giving back and serving a bigger purpose. My journey of gratitude began at a sell-more summit hosted by the amazing company called “Speaking Empire.” I love what I do with a passion, and I wanted to find a way to inspire and uplift people, aiding and healing on a larger scale, broadening my impact and ability to serve as a vessel to share and spread G-d’s love in a way that also brought abundance and comfort in my life, but most importantly, gives me the opportunity to share my story, my gifts and impact the world, being of service to G-d, and a higher power.

The president of Speaking Empire is Dave Vanhoose, a brilliant businessman, who is fulfilling his spiritual purpose by empowering entrepreneurs in all areas of business, who desire to serve a larger purpose making the world a better place. I was able to make connections at this summit that will forever positively impact me as a person, and my spiritual business. Friendships were made that will last, I am positive, a lifetime, and I am so proud of being a part of the Speaking Empire family. This business venture will give me the opportunity to travel internationally, inspiring people and sharing my spiritual abilities. I have a whole new framework, for thinking about my gifts in terms of business that can serve a larger purpose.

If this was not enough, I was blessed to be invited to an ashram in Tampa, where Dave’s spiritual teacher and guru resides, in order to enlighten the area and help people develop spiritually, through her love and divine connection. The ashram was amazing. Entering the house is like entering a whole other dimensions of living. You sit on the floor at the feet of the guru, as she teaches about various topics. The walls are filled with flowers, hand-painted, in every color, as the guru chose to invite the garden in, since the presence of oak trees made it difficult to grow a flourishing flower garden on the outside. Everyone at the ashram is vegetarian, and the food was amazing! We ate only three times a day, soups which were more like stews, filled with beans, vegetables and rice, and were not hungry for hours in-between meals, only eating three meals a day. We arrived at the ashram anywhere from 10-11 a.m., had breakfast, then the guru would teach until around 4, we would eat again, as a group, on the floor, and she would proceed to teach until 8:30 at night when we would eat dinner together. I felt so at home there. I learned much more than I could ever share in one blog, but three of the most impactful things that happened were I decided to become vegetarian, after having the guru explain that when we ingest meat, we are putting our bodies’ vibrations to a vibration equivalent to a graveyard. As a spiritual person who understands the importance of energetic vibration, this was a way of conceptualizing vegetarianism in a way that immediately released me from any desire to consume meat, wanting to eat only plants, who willingly give their vegetable sand fruits, She went on to explain that karmically, we are ingesting all the negativity and karma that the animals experienced before and during losing their lives, because an animal’s natural instinct is to survive. The next thing that impacted me deeply was understanding that we should all eliminate the phrase “I don’t know” from our vocabularies, because stating “I don’t know” diminishes the idea that we are part of the “I am” or G-d that created us. it is okay to replace that phrase with “I will find out…” or that’s a great question,” as long as you’re not combining “I don’t know.” To do so, you are lowering your vibration to a negative 20, no matter how spiritual or enlightened you may be, every time you say it. The last thing she opened my eyes to, was the idea that it is not good to wear the color black. If you mix any other color with the color black, the color always remains black. Therefore, when we wear black on our bodies, we are cutting off light and the energy chakra points. She said people are drawn to wearing black and having black cars, because black feeds the ego, causing separation from others, separation from the light, and isolating us as individuals, and allowing us to blend in or fade in the background, denying our own divine connection. This was so eye-opening for me I immediately went shopping after the first day, and bought more white clothes and eliminated all my black underwear and my favorite black evening gown, because the last thing I want is to be separated from the light, and embrace a way of life that blocks my chakra points, causing isolation or blending in. Needless to say, I am now a vegetarian, although I am currently consuming some fish, doing things in baby steps, but I have thrown away almost all black garments, except those that have sentimental value and I am much more conscious of the amount of black that is in retail stores, particularly in the winter.

Not to say that these are choices that everyone needs to make, but I would certainly suggest considering it, and being more aware when you eat and shop. I have already noticed a positive effect on my readings, physical health, and daily connection with G-d. Therefore, I felt a sense of gratitude greater on this Thanksgiving than I ever have, and I did not consume any turkey!