December 2007
A New Kind of Holiday Message
Several days ago, a dear friend of ours currently residing in spirit, Dr. James Martin Peebles came to Susan in a meditation and asked that she pass on the following message to all our friends.
For those of you who receive both our Casa newsletter (Related to the special project we're working on for Jesus and Mother Mary), as well as our With Love, From Heaven newsletter (Related to our mediumship and spiritual teaching work), this is a repeat of that message. Please forgive. Those of you who are not receiving our Casa newsletter might want to check out our last edition at www.casadesantamaria.org/november07CG. There you'll receive more background on our dear Dr. Peebles.
A stressin', strainin' and complainin'
God bless you indeed! Dr. Peebles here. What a joy it is to be working with those of you on planet earth still stressin’, strainin’, and complainin’. For those of you wondering if the trauma and pain is ever going to end, we'd like to give you some suggestions to help you get through the necessary adjustment to this process of awakening to your true self.
It is a necessary part of your journey to go through the pain. However, it hurts a little more when you are stressin’, strainin’ and complainin’ about the events you do not wish to experience. We would like to compare your journey to that of giving birth to a child.
When the mommy is in the childbirth process there is lots of stressin’, strainin’ and complainin’. Often she will totally object to having to experience what she is experiencing. Once the process has begun there is no backing out. That baby is going to come no matter what. If the mommy relaxes into the experience, no matter how painful, the birthing process of that long awaited little baby becomes much easier.
My dear friends, you are in the process of birthing a new you. The time has come. There’s no way of preventing the pain that goes along with the process. Many of you have asked from your heart to awakening to your Divinity, and here it comes. So relax into the process and breath deeply into the process. You are about to be birthed into a higher level of understanding more about you. And, what joy it will be when you discover the light which lives within you that has been hidden for so very long.
So, my dear friends, practice your Lamaze breathing. Become one with the pain you think you can no longer endure. For in just a little while the Love you have been waiting to embrace is about to break through. And, my dear friends, that little baby of love you have been awaitin’ for is you! God Bless You Indeed!
Dr. Peebles message received by Susan Sanderford on 11/24/07
(They're getting personal)Q -Susan, during our trip to Medjugorje during Easter of 2005, you were very concerned about Milt's health. Now I hear about all the physical work you are both doing as you build the Casa de Santa Maria, moving to that high altitude and frigid weather and about your travels throughout England this year -- with Milt celebrating his 75th birthday there climbing steep hills. I'd love to know how he's doing, if it's not too personal.
A - To paraphrase Mark Twain's humorous comment about reports of his own death -- "Rumors of Milt's demise have been greatly exaggerated!" I know his birth certificate says Milt was born August 23rd, 1932 -- but I can tell you this man is not seventy-five years old.
When we're out on the Casa property digging holes, pulling weeds, repositioning rocks, whatever the task, I have a hard time keeping up with him. Since "retiring" from the corporate world some fourteen years ago, and through this very day. between answering our hundreds of weekly emails, composing our three monthly newsletters, scheduling and assisting me with our phone readings, doing follow up with those asking for guidance on their journey, Milt puts in an 8-12 hour workday -- usually seven days a week.
And it's always with gusto and flair. Never a complaint. Sometimes I get really mad that he doesn't have a normal "down day!" He just doesn't have any emotional issues to deal with. (Do you know how frustrating that can be?)
One of the many benefits of being married to this man is, it has given me a totally different view of the aging process. I KNOW I never have to get old. I've learned it's my choice.
Watching Milt in action for all these years, he has proven the adage, "The aging process is a state of mind!" He's more in touch with his inner child than anyone I know. Always upbeat, joking, bringing smiles to the faces of those with whom he comes in contact -- both friends and strangers.
More than anyone I know, Milt enjoys life in every aspect. What makes him laugh? Our cat's antics, joking with friends and strangers, our being together. What warms his heart? A flower in bloom, a rainbow, giving and receiving love, morning coffee, sunshine, rain and snow. Every bit of life.
His mind? Still sharper, faster, brighter and wittier than anyone I've ever met. Soooo, "How's Milt? Just fine thank you. Thanks for asking...
Susan
"Ya Gotta Lighten Up!"
That's what Spirit is constantly reminding Susan and me as we sometimes take life a little too seriously. Soooo, this will be our monthly Lighten Up feature -- and we're asking YOU to contribute to it by sending us your favorite joke or funny story. Here's one we received from a friend that had us smiling.
Something Squirrely In Texas
There were Five country churches in a small TEXAS town: The Presbyterian Church, the Baptist Church, the Methodist Church, the Catholic Church and the Jewish Synagogue.
Inexplicably, each church and Synagogue was overrun with pesky squirrels.
One day, the Presbyterian Church called a meeting to decide what to do about the squirrels.
After much prayer and consideration they determined that the squirrels were predestined
to be there and they shouldn't interfere with God's divine will. The squirrels never left.
In The Baptist Church the squirrels had taken up habitation in the baptistery.
The deacons met and decided to put a cover on the baptistery and drown the squirrels
in it. The squirrels escaped somehow and there were twice as many there the next week.

The Methodist Church got together and decided they were not in a position to harm any
of God's creation. So, they humanely trapped the Squirrels and set them free a few miles
outside of town. Three days later, the squirrels were back.

The Catholic Church seemed to come up with the best and most effective solution. They baptized the squirrels and registered them as members of the church. Now they only see them on Christmas and Easter
The Jewish Synagogue really had the best approach it seems. They took one squirrel and had a short service called the Rite of Circumcision — and they haven't seen a squirrel on the property since.
The Continuing Saga of Smokey
When last we spoke, five week old Smokey was entangled in an angry bramble bush on Main Street in San Luis, where a compassionless and cruel ogar left him to deal with an infected paw, cold damp weather, lack of food, and inability to fend for himself.
It was then Smokey was rescued by a handsome prince, (VERY handsome) and a beautiful fair princess maiden. Would Smokey be welcomed into the castle currently ruled over by Count Tucker and Countess Molly -- or would he again be met with rejection, set out to wander in the vast and unforgiving unknown?
Our happiness is in reporting not only was he welcomed with open paws, Smokey has become a certified member of the royal family, in spite of his sometimes overly kittenish ways! His position as Court Jester suits his gifts of humor, wise judgments, and penchant for merrymaking.
Smokey warms up to his new friends as easily and comfortably as he warms up on his own.
A Smokey — Strike Me Down if This Isn't a True Story
About a month after Smokey moved in with us, Susan and I we're in the living room watching TV, when out from the bedroom strolls Smokey with a one dollar bill dangling from his mouth.
After our laughter subsided, I shared, "Smokey, that's not going to get you far these days!" Within a matter of minutes, out of the bedroom walks Smokey, proudly carrying a Twenty dollar bill clenched in that same mouth.
Smart? More than you know...
"How To Connect With Spirit!"
A Training Seminar You Can Afford to Attend
and Can't Afford To Miss!
The major questions asked of us while conducting over 2,800 Spirit Communication sessions over the past thirteen years have been; "Why can't I feel my loved one around me?", "How can I learn to connect with my spirit guide?" "Can you help me develop my own intuitive abilities?"
We're not only going to answer those questions for you, we're going to teach you how to connect with spirit.
During the coming year, Susan and I will conduct two-hour interactive LIVE telephone training seminars on a variety of spiritual/metaphysical subjects. Scheduled for mid January, our first training seminar will be, How to Connect With Spirit!
Not based on "theory" but based on our actual experiences, we'll teach you the very same methods Susan's guides shared in showing her what she needed to do to develop an open channel to that other dimension. We'll give you those same tools given Susan in an easy to follow step by step format.
We'll be announcing the details of our telephone conference call training seminars before the end of this month. We've heard your heart-felt pleas. Get ready for the answers.
PLEASE — if you feel even the least bit interested in learning more about our live phone training seminar, How To Connect With Spirit! — drop us an email. (No obligation!) There are several questions we'd like to ask as to our planned format. iheart@sedona.net
From Grief, to Understanding, to Acceptance to Healing to Soul Growth
Indeed, the path to peace for those grieving the loss of a loved one. How easy to say, but oh so difficult for many to walk that path. One who has is a woman named Sandy Goodman. We share here some of Sandy's written thoughts in the hope they will somehow touch your heart and bring you closer to peace.
Our deepest thanks to our dear friend Lori Meitzen of Wisconsin. for forwarding Sandy's writing to us. It was not an easy thing for Lori to do as she continues in deep grief six years after the crossing of her beloved son Tommy. Lori has shared she feels anger toward Sandy's current viewpoint concerning her own son's death.
We understand that anger, and our daily prayer is that Lori will one day understand, accept, and heal. Thank you Lori. You are a special soul, as your Tommy continues to be. For you see, Tommy is not dead. He's proven that to you in many ways. He lives on in another dimension -- indeed, more alive than you or I can ever hope to be in this graduate school called Planet Earth.
Tommy's just not dragging around an earthly physical body he no longer needs, nor does he continue to deal with a human ego that often subjects many to a hell-on-earth existence. Tommy continues to work on his soul growth lessons in a place of beauty, surrounded by love and the support of many who love and cherish him.
Tommy knows he'll see his mom again, and also realizes this lifetime around is just one little blip, just one little Act in your scripted play we know as Eternal Life.
Tommy's only sadness is that his beloved mom is stuck in her grief, deciding to give up on any desire to attain happiness, choosing to be an angry person toward those who have been able to move beyond the physical loss of their loved one. Tommy understands the great waste of a life that is. That makes him sad.
Oh that Lori will eventually see her beautiful soul, accept the fact that Tommy is nearby, that she'll see him again, and they get to work on another script. And in the meantime, she can find joy and happiness again, if only she will decide to give it a chance.
Lori, I have a strong sense you are closer to healing that you can ever imagine. NOW, we are all praying for your peace. Again, thanks for sharing Sandy's writing.
SEASONS AND GRIEF
Sandy Goodman
The change of seasons is a difficult time for those of us with loved ones on the other side. Memories that have lain dormant for the rest of the year suddenly spring to life and knock us off our feet. Each caramel apple, pumpkin, whiff of wood smoke. Jason with brown juice on his chin, Jason with a huge spoon scooping seeds out of a pumpkin, Jason lighting a fire in the stove. Jason, Jason, Jason. STILL so much a part of my every day life.As I typed the last paragraph, I felt warm and close to my son who has passed. The memories feel warm and comfortable, not cold and distressing. But I am into my sixth year of grief. It has not always been this way.
In the time I have spent on this journey, I have come to know that Jason exists in another form, one that I cannot see, but he exists, nonetheless. When I accepted this truth, and welcomed it, I began to feel the memories with a smile rather than with sadness. I now know that Jason is able to pull up these same memories and live them all over again as many times as he wants. By remembering them with honor and joy, I invite him into my thoughts and into my heart. He always accepts that invitation.
If you are new to your loss, the change from summer to fall will most likely trigger memories that sadden you. Feel the sadness and then take a minute to look for the love that was present when that memory was an actuality. Reach for it. It is there,waiting patiently for your touch.
LEARNING,
Sandy Goodman
The chill in the air
Reminds me of autumns past
When life was so much simpler
and so much smaller.
We worried over your homework
and hunting accidents
and heating bills
and you were oblivious to everything
but how much candy you might get.
Looking back
I think that you were the wise one.
Your worry was about joy
while ours held only fear.
It is not only since your dying
that you have tried to teach me,
but is only since your dying,
that I've begun to listen.Wow! How powerful Sandy. Thank you for sharing from the depths of your pain and joy!
From the Elves In Our House To the One's In Yours
(Yes, that's Susan and Milt)
Happy Holidays
The Sanderford's
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