The Competence of Quiet

Stillness came that morning as a hungry competitor to Quiet. Stillness raised its lowered head and asked Quiet "Will you let me just be?" Quiet looked beyond Stillness and gave no answer as that is it's way. Silence then emerged from behind them both. Quiet, Stillness and Silence - together at last.

I sat in meditation this evening. The quiet surroundings gave way to an ideal meditation experience. Yet, my sincere intentions of letting go, leaving this physical world were met with harsh reality. Quiet indeed were the surroundings, yet Stillness would not come. I had invited Stillness to join us, myself and the Quiet, but Stillness would not come. My heart, my intense yearning, my every want to let go - wouldn't. I was here, a construct of the physical world feeling the memories pressed between pages of yesterday whose images are blurred...intentionally Too painful still to be remembered...Perhaps that is why Stillness would not come. Silence intensifying around me, a deafening hush. The moments ticking away yet I long to be where time does not exist. The distractions of the physical world are many and oh so heavy. Each distraction worming it's way into my awareness until it's an appendage. Excess. Bagagge. Dead Weight. Meditation is what I sought this morning to cut loose that which weights me down and Stillness did not come. Quiet meet me in the room but Stillness did not come. I sat properly positioned in my space - Silence gently took my hand - but Stillness did not come. My inner self still grieving the immense loss. Gut punched. Quiet took my hand and gently placed it on my heart. "We are all here, but you don't listen. This is hard for you but everything is until it gets easy" said the competence of Quiet. Silence gave his approval... and then Stillness joined us all in the room from whence a new presence was felt...Peace.

Breath and Just Be -

Spiritual Medium and Animal Communicator

Cindy Kay Jones

My Return From The Edge

I recently sat by the mighty ocean's edge as the rhythmic ebb and flow of the salty water kissed my feet. My mind contemplating the past few years of my ongoing spiritual struggle. The trials of life seemed too overbearing to share with you here. My penchant for privacy and my school of hard knocks learned caution to escape being judged rose up inside myself like a burning fire. One that burns hot yet is controlled. It's been a difficult past 3 years with the past year and half being the absolute darkest experience of my entire life. Yet, it truly is in the darkness that the light of the Divine shines the brighest.

I started a deep dive into my spiritual growth in 2012. Through the unfoldment of my path I've been fortunate to work as a Spiritual Medium and Animal Communicator throughout US, Europe and Asia. I gave myself fully to the service of others while at the same time working a 9 to 5 desk job. I experienced burnout and it was truly a living nightmare - except in nightmares one can wake up. I never had the gift of waking up until June 22, 2023. This was the day that I returned from the edge. It was the day that the light began to shine thru the shattered cracks of my soul. The light of the Divine is still like a healing balm warming my heart to the peace of the present moment.

The gift of being a medium is truly one that I have embraced and pushed away. I embrace my gift today, knowing that I am a medium. No matter what others believe, say, write, or whisper, I am a medium. I have the gift of communicating with animals. The eyes of animals are so much more forgiving than the eyes of man. I am a psychic. I know the portend of events to come, past events that you've told no-one, and the palette of colors yet to be painted in-between. I know that I am different as self awareness shrouds me. It's a gift from the Divine and I didn't choose it. It chose me.

It's in the "ow's" of life, the pain, the rejection, the broken heart, the worries, the separation, the sting of death that clients contact me. I am your last port of call. No one calls a mystic at the onset of a trial. It's when the suffering soul has exhausted all efforts within their grasp that you will contact me - another soul which has suffered great pain indeed - but has allowed that pain to be transformed into purpose. Your pain has a purpose as well. Together we will discover what it is. A wonderful benefit to having a private sitting with me.

It's in the healing of my own pain that I am able to be of service to you. The gift is not being a mystic but much like the mythical bird phoenix the gift is rising from the ashes each and every time. Reborn and renewed. The dark night of the soul is over.

I have returned from the edge. I am ready to be of service to you. Namaste.

Not goodbye but Ti’Amo

Our pets are an integral part of our lives. Birthdays, graduations, day to day activities, summer vacations, and challenging life seasons, are beautifully shared with us by our animal companions. Life flashes in a blink of an eye and the precious moments spent with our pets dissipates quickly. Courage must be summoned in full measure when the difficult time comes for a beloved pet to transition.

Pet transition is a challenging part of my work as an animal communicator. Bereaved owners contact me desperately wanting to connect with their pet for a variety of reasons. I often hear “I just want to know if they are mad at me”, from clients who have made the gut-wrenching decision, of allowing an animal to transition. I confidently can extend assurance and hope that animals in Spirit are not angry with you! Animals understand the hows and whys of what we do. I’ve never had an animal communicate that they wanted another surgery or more time spent in a broken body. Conversely, the animal’s feelings of relief, freedom, and gratitude, are most often communicated in these tender moments, providing guilt-ridden owners much needed respite.

Our pets provide us with so much love and a deep bond of being connected to a soul that loves unconditionally. This deep bond, once broken in the physical, can create great anxiety in a bereaved pet owner. Desperation can set in along with unbearable grief. The hardest part of my work is having to compassionately explain to a saddened pet owner experiencing the death of a pet, to wait at least six months before receiving a private sitting from me. The reasons are many but primarily a pet owner is extremely vulnerable during this crucial time. I must emphatically state here that a person needs time to grieve which is a natural part of the healing process. A pet’s love can heal the deepest wound in the human heart and the loss of that connection can shatter a grieving individual. The agonizing months that follow are a time to heal and move forward with life. Apathetic statements such as “Get over it – it’s just an animal” are recklessly spoken by those who don’t understand the unique bond between the soul of animal and their person.

Animals weave their love, in our lives, like a finely woven tapestry. The multi-colored seasons spent with an animal bring joy, sadness, new beginnings, and then a final ending to their physical life. There are many words, one may say, in parting as death’s sting is felt and hot briny tears begin to freely flow. Goodbye is not a word you will hear me say often. I choose not to say goodbye as it feels final, empty and frankly inaccurate. Death is only an illusion and beyond this physical world lies another full of life with loved ones and our animals. It is for this reason, in those fleeting final moments, that I choose not to say goodbye but Ti’Amo. Ti’Amo I say to you all.

In service and gratitude, Cindy Kay Jones Animal Communicator and Spiritual Medium