Mrs Eastwood and Mariska

“I visited a lady who had a strange problem.
She said at night when she sat down to go into her email on her computer she had a strange feeling of something on her lap. She said this feeling goes with a small hand touching her. She asked that I visit her in the evening to see what this could possibly be.
I found a two year old child walking around the study.
I spoke to the little girl and asked her a few questions. She said her name is Mariska. She kept calling "Otto"
I was wondering if that was her surname.
When I told the lady that's what I heard her say. She said Otto is her dog’s name.
I lifted the little girl to where she should be in spirit and the lady never had the feeling again but what was amazing is that her husband was a doctor and when his wife shared her story with him, he said he knows who the child is. He said a few weeks earlier he had done an autopsy on a little girl of two who had drowned.
The mother of Mariska was raped then stabbed to death; her brother was stabbed to death too. She was thrown in the pool by 3 escaped convicts that Mariska’s father arrested - he was a policeman. He found all 3 shot; all 3 dead and then shot himself on steps of the police station.
Till next week”

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Mrs Eastwood’s Student…

Hi Everyone. Todays Mrs Eastwood post is a little different. Today we have a story written by one of the people that Mrs Eastwood helped.
Enjoy… and have a super day…
 
“I have a few stories with regards to Mrs Eastwood. She has helped me through some times that I have been convinced that there was no more help at all. One thing she helped with was the passing of my father. Even though no one can ever heal the pain and loss one goes through when loosing a parent or a loved one, she was able to assist me in handling what I had been through and was going through. However there was more to be dealt with.
Have you ever been alone in a room, and all of a sudden you hear a voice. You go cold with fear. Oh my word, there is someone here. What am I going to do? Who is there? Is the door locked? Is the alarm on? Then you hear it again. Hang on, am I just going crazy? It sounded almost like my own voice. I am going crazy. Why am I talking to myself?
This used to happen a lot whilst I was growing up. I was convinced that I was insane. I was then introduced to Mrs Eastwood and she started speaking to me about the guardian angels we all have during our lives. We always have one specific angel that is with us during our lives at all times. We can have four at any point in time that are guiding us through the various obstacles we walk through. If you are ill, you get an angle that will help you regain your strength and another that will help you have even more fun at a happy turn in your life. But do you even know that they talk to you as well. They are basically telling you what you should be doing. The only problem is that we do not listen to them. This is why there are so many things that may seem to go wrong in your life.
Mrs Eastwood taught me how to stop, breathe and to listen. If you stop and breathe, and then listen you will hear what they have to say. Mine was telling me to stop, and allow the sorrow and the pain of the loss of my father to come through. Blocking it like I was was making me sick. At first I really thought that she was not well herself. How on earth that this woman be telling me to listen to the voices in my head? Only crazy people hear voices in their heads, and then to talk back is yet an entirely different story. Now she is telling me to do both.
I did fall ill, and only when this did happen did I start to really listen to what she had been telling me. I stopped every day. Listened to what was around me. I would meditate every day to allow myself to calm down. I would willingly accept the Aura, better knows as earthly energy to those out there, into my life. It is the most powerful healing energy out there known to mankind. I would sit for a few hours every day, and listen to myself. I would express my feelings to myself. I would listen to my guides. I would hear their advice, and I would try and change things in my life to ensure that life started running the path that had been set out for us before we even took our first breath. Believe me when I say that you will not be crazy if you stop and listen for a while. It is very healthy to do this.
Mrs Eastwood taught me how to meditate. How to relax my entire body and allow the natural energy to flow through me. How to see the bigger picture out there. There is more to life that just trying to make as much money as you can. More than trying to ensure that everyone out there is happy. She taught me how to value the life I have in looking after myself first.
I was able to sit and work through a lot of things that happened in the years leading to the death of my father. I was able to slowly work through every step and every harsh word ever spoken. Using my guides to help me walk through the dark paths that we walked through with my dad. Helped me work through all the anger I had towards him. I was able to work through this in knowing that it was not his fault, he was ill, and he did not want to leave us to fend for ourselves. He wanted to be part of our lives. He was too ill to do that. I did not understand that. I was angry with him for not being part of my life. He left me. He died, and I was angry with him. But through the meditation, I started to listen and started to slowly work through this pain. The pain did become less. The anger did leave me eventually, and I started to mourn the death of my dad in the right way. I started to miss him. I wanted to tell him that. But I do know that in listening to the guides and asking them, they were able to help me come to peace with his passing. He was a peace, and I was starting to work through this.
There are many times in my life, that I have forgotten to speak to the guides, and I have forgotten to allow the energy to flow through me. To heal me, and to help me calm down. Meditation is the key. Stop, Breathe and Listen
So I do not think I am going crazy anymore. There are no strangers outside trying to hurt me. The door is locked, but no one wants to hurt me. My guides just want to speak to me. They want to get to know me even better, and I want to know them too.
So why don’t you ask Mrs Eastwood to help you stop those voices in your head. You are not crazy. Trust me on that one. It is always good to listen to your inner being. They are always right!
Hope this helps a few people out there.”

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Introducing…. Mrs Eastwood

Hi everyone.
WELCOME MRS EASTWOOD!
Please give Di Doodles About Stuff’s new sponsor a warm welcome.
Just one little PS from me… Please remember that today is the last day to buy tickets for the Romeo’s Wish Raffle!
Have a lovely day.
Di 
I would like to introduce myself to you
I am known as Mrs Eastwood. I have been working as a psychic since 1991.
Every week, I will be writing a short story for you to read about some of my work.
Some will be Psychic some haunted, some pure miracles but they are all true.
Alejandro’s Story.

I work on the road and one day I went into a suburb about 15km from where I live. I found a kitten that was sickly and unfed.
I felt so sorry for him and decided to bring him home with me.
We nursed him for about two weeks giving him a lot of love and care before allowing him to go outside for the first time. Unfortunately when he did go outside our neighbour’s dog had escaped and chased him.
We searched high and low for him but had no luck in finding him.
Heartbroken, we prayed everyday for his return. We asked the animal kingdom to protect him where ever he had found his way to.
We visualised him coming home and prayed that he would be fed wherever he was.
Four days later I found a cat that had been run over and thought that this was our Alejandro. Another day passed and I was still very sad that this lovely kitten was gone.
I went to work in the same suburb where we initially found Alejandro. A worker in the area came to speak to me and told me that he had spotted him wondering around. I was overjoyed when I found that it was him. I called to him and he came running to me. His paws were hurting and he had been kicked in the face but he was ALIVE!
I felt that I had been given another chance…
Once again I took him home with me and nursed him back to health.
He is a loving homely cat now, and has settled in beautifully with our other pets.
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Mrs Eastwood and the Spirit Motorcyclist

Hi Everyone,
Here is your Mrs Eastwood story for this week.
I can personally vouch for the story of the motorcyclist – even though it may sound a little like the Film Ghost. The Motorcyclists sister is a long time friend of mine. The information that she received about the accident didn't make sense at all but with Mrs Eastwood’s help the mystery surrounding her brothers death was solved.
This is a little introduction to my story this week to give you an idea of my background.
I was apparently two years old when I was already predicting things and telling my parents who was going to die. I was a weird child with many ideas in my head - I picked up events that would happen before they would happen. I didn’t want to sleep alone as I had strange people visit me - without feet - and couldn’t sleep as I was terrified. Being so young I didn’t understand what was happening so my childhood was spent crying.
The older I got the wiser I became as I was beginning to realise that this was actually a gift and that I did not have demons in me as what some people were saying.
Various ministers prayed for me who said that I was possessed. I later had a minister say to me that I had a gift as I never called the dead; they appeared only when there was a message for someone. I also only had visions of events taking place when these events were danger warnings to people that I knew.
I was now not prayed for anymore and people started to accept me as a psychic. A lady I met came to me and explained what was good and what was not. I learned a lot from her and later she became a very good friend whom I will always be thankful for what she taught me.
I picked things up myself after that from the spirit world. I am grateful for all the knowledge that I now have.
The story for this week is about a woman whose brother passed away in a motorcycle accident. He appeared in my lounge while I was grocery shopping. When I arrived home I found my children sitting on the pavement outside my house. My daughter came running to me saying that there was a strange spirit man in the lounge and that they would not go into our home until I had removed him. I went in and told him to go and to come back when my children were asleep as he was frightening them.
That evening after my children went to sleep I sat at the computer and played monopoly with the computer as player 2. All of a sudden the computer started playing against me without pressing the keys.
When I asked who was playing with me - this is strange - the name of the motorcyclist appeared on the screen. I asked him what he wanted to say and he told me that it wasn’t an accident that he was murdered.
He gave me certain details of the accident - which we later found out was the exact event that took place. It helped his sister with the investigation as well as to get over his death.
Till next week

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Mrs Eastwood’s Missing Child Case

Hi Everyone, here is your Tuesday Mrs Eastwood story.
I hope you all have a lovely Day.
Di
One of the first cases I had to work on was of a young child who was kidnapped.
A friend of mine, a psychic, was given a teddy bear that belonged to this little girl as she couldn't pick up enough info without a personal item. I sat down quietly to see what I could find and I also asked my daughter to assist me through meditation.
After a day had passed I had seen the child in a squatter camp where two rivers join. She was held hostage there. My daughter told me that she saw light blue painted wood and a road sign that looked like a fork in a road. We thought that the blue painted wood was possibly the colour used to paint over the seal of the windows.
It was the time when white people were not allowed to enter townships. We went to the police with the case along with a family member, but they didn't want to go out with us as they believed we were wasting their time. They did not believe in psychics.
We tried to organise an aeroplane to fly over the area but could only do it on the Thursday as the plane was due for a service.
After much begging on the Wednesday morning I felt that it was too late; that the little girl has passed away and that she would be found later that day in water.
When we watched the news on TV we saw that her body had been in a lake. She was also clutching a light blue box.
A few weeks later the police caught the suspects and we heard that she was held exactly where I said at a township and where the highway forked into two directions.
I received an apology from the young detective saying that the senior detective would not allow him to follow up on what I said - he had told him it would be a waste of time.
This was a very heart breaking story for me as I felt so useless. For the parents it was a terrible loss.
God Bless till next week.

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Learning From Mrs Eastwood

This weeks Mrs Eastwood Post, is a little learning curve. This weeks story may help those with a loved one in a coma.
Mrs Eastwood has also added a little piece she received by email and it resonates with what has been happening in my life; and I am sure that you will see meaning in it too. Its an awesome piece.
Thank you Mrs Eastwood…
Have a super Tuesday.
Story for this week. …
A young girl approached me in a very tearful state. Her boyfriend of 5 years had an aeroplane crash and was in hospital in Pretoria in a coma. He was not responding at all and was in a bad way. Doctors were expecting the worst.
She confided in me and told me that just before the plane accident he had proposed to her and they were making wedding plans.
He had taken her to dinner and she was delighted with all the arrangements. One of his family members had interfering.
This had caused a fight between the couple. It was their first fight and he dropped her off at her parents’ home without even saying goodbye.
The following morning the horrific plane crash happened.
She told me how much she loved him and that she was too scared to go to the hospital. She said his parents would blame her for the crash as he was most upset about the argument the previous evening.
I looked into her eyes and told her to think of her boyfriend. In my mind’s eye I saw him in the hospital bed and heard him say without her he wouldn't want to live. I also saw his mother hugging her at his bedside.
I told her to go to the hospital as her presence at his bedside will bring him out of his coma, that they would get married and his mother would be happy to see her. The following day she went to visit him at the hospital.
Her fiancé’s mother greeted her with a big hug.
She then sat next to his bed and held his hand; she spoke about how sad she was about their argument and about how much she loved him.
When she stopped talking she moved closer to kiss him on his cheek and he squeezed her hand. A little while after that he opened his eyes. He had come out of his coma.
Shortly after he was released from hospital they got married.
The lesson from this story is that you can talk to people in a coma.
They can hear you.
 
 
We know too many people in our lives
We care and love them so much..
That we don't want to lose them..
But suddenly..
We are betrayed , Disappointed and maybe hurt !!
Wondering
'' Why is this happening ..? ''
For a moment we lose our faith on people ..
Promising ourselves not to trust anyone anymore ..
Then we move on ..
Meeting new people ..
And the same process keeps continuing again and again...
Not because we're dumb or weak
But because this is the way of life ..
There is a lesson behind every pain ..
A message with every person we meet
A purpose for everything in life ..
We cannot change facts ..
But we can only change ourselves
‎​​Always have a unique character like salt,
Its presence is not felt BUT
Its absence makes all things TASTELESS..
 
Till next week

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Mathematical View Point

 

Hi everyone.

I have two new BIG posts that I am working on today. I am waiting for approval for one of the posts and the other is an introduction to my new blog sponsor, Mrs Eastwood, who will be a regular on my blog.
I am very excited to share these with you so today’s post is a quick one so that I can spend some time on these new posts...

It is one of my mom’s BBM’s.
Enjoy, and have a pawsome week.
Love Di xXx

P.S Remember that Romeo’s Wish raffle ends this Wednesday so please share it and Please buy tickets its for an awesome cause…

 

This is a strictly mathematical viewpoint…

It goes like this:

What Makes 100%?

What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 103%? What makes up 100% in life?

Here’s a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:

If:

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Is represented as:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.

Then:

H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K

8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%

And

K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E

11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%

But,

A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E

1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%

And,

B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T

2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%

AND , look how far ass kissing will take you.

A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G

1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%

So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that While Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it’s the Bullshit and Ass kissing that will put you over the top