Dr. Peebles never stops talking about Love. Love. Love. Love!

Recently I received a wonderful forwarded email from a client, and I'd like to post it here for your enjoyment:

A saint once asked his disciples, "Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?" His disciples thought for a while, and one of them said, ”Because we lose our calm, and we shout for that.” The saint replied, "Yes, but why the need to shout when the other person is just next to you?  Why is it not possible to speak with a soft voice when you are angry?” The disciples gave some creative answers which did not satisfy the saint.  Finally the saint explained to them, “When two people are angry at each other, their hearts are very distant. To cover that distance they must shout to hear each other. The angrier they are, the louder they need to become to reach across that great distance.” Then the saint added, “When two people are in love they talk softly because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is small so they only need to whisper, and they become even closer to each other in love. Finally they need not even whisper, they just look at each other in silence. That's how close two people are when they love each other.”

~Anonymous

LOVE YOU MORE! :)

In my work I have found that not one of us is immune to difficult circumstances. I have clients from around the world. Mystics, doctors, clerks, students, stay-at-home moms, attorneys, artists...different people, different walks of life. And invariably I have found this to be true: everyone has a heart, hopes, dreams, loves, desires, and everyone has the same ability to hurt.

What makes us different from each other is the way in which we face the challenges of life. When the going gets tough, do you choose to go to the light, i.e., see the silver lining instead of focusing on the dark cloud? Or do you choose to wallow in the darkness of your life circumstances?

I am always amazed when I hear stories about the triumph of the human spirit; people who overcome incredible odds and personal challenges by laboring in love, and finding purpose and meaning despite seemingly pointless circumstances. It's like the Tim McGraw song, Live Like You Were Dying. In this song, when asked what he did when he found out he had cancer, a man responds, "I went skydiving. I went Rocky Mountain climbing. I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu. And I loved deeper, and I spoke sweeter, and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying."

Someone recently said to me, "If I hear Dr. Peebles do that opening statement one more time, I'm going to scream!"

You know the one: "God bless you, Dr. Peebles here! It is a joy and a blessing when man and spirit join together in search of the greater truths and awarenesses..." Dr. Peebles continues with a message about why we are on this school called planet earth, and tells us the three principles to be used in tandem that can help guide us through life. Beautiful stuff worth hearing again and again, as far as I'm concerned.

(I bit my tongue so hard I had holes in it.)

This person then complained that Dr. Peebles says the same thing over and over again. I had to agree. He's a preacher. That's what preachers do. They tell it to us over and over again, ad nauseam, until we allow for the message to sink in. "Love God. Love your neighbor. Love yourself." As far as I'm concerned, we can't hear that enough. There are far too many opportunities on earth to be steered away from Truth.

Just days before my mom passed away last year, I was cleaning the house for her (she wanted it to be presentable for the hospice workers who would be coming over that afternoon), and as I left her bedroom, I caught a glimpse of her in her vanity mirror. Our eyes met and locked for a second, and her look said volumes. It said, "I love you. I'll be leaving soon. Goodbye, Summy." We always had a way of communicating without words.

I returned  to her bedroom a few minutes later and as I passed by her bed she had this youthful grin on her face, and her eyes were filled with love.

"Your new name is Gigi," she said dreamily.

I stopped in my tracks and went to her bedside, certain that the painkillers were making her delirious. "What, Mommy? My new name is Gigi? Why is that?" I asked gently.

The Saturday, January 5, 2013, event "Starting Your New Year Right!" was quite an incredible day for a number of reasons. Dr. Peebles talked about what to expect in the New Year, how to work with the energy, and offered meditations and timeless guidance to last the whole year through. There was a special toning with the audience for healing, and a meditation for manifesting your dreams from the inside out.

And, there was a special message for me about my year, and that my channeling would evolve. One of my friends commented with a laugh, "Does that mean you're going to start levitating or something?"

I honestly don't know.

Today is December 4, 2012. I almost missed its significance, if not for my beautiful and deeply spiritual friend, Ann Albers who sent me a "Happy Anniversary" email this morning. (Please visit her beautiful and inspiring website www.visionsofheaven.com.)

Today marks my eighteenth year of channeling Dr. Peebles for the very first time. It's almost hard to believe that it has been that many years!

Here's what happened on that fateful day of December 4, 1994. Up until then, I had unsuccessfully attempted to channel Dr. Peebles during nearly seven committed years of practice, practice, practice. Oh yes, I had amazing spiritual experiences, awakenings, contact with beings of all sorts. In fact, just days before I had been visited by a tall group of beautiful and benevolent extraterrestrials who had performed some kind of surgery on my back. (That's a whole other story.)

Not that the "surgery" had helped anything. I had been lethargic, and miserable for months. I had carried excruciating pain between my shoulder blades for the last fifteen years, and on the morning of December 4, it had increased to the point where it was nearly unbearable. I was finally convinced I must be suffering from cancer or some other terrible disease. But I chose not to seek medical attention for it that morning, since I'd already spent thousands of dollars on chiropractors, acupuncturists, and emergency wards in hospitals hoping to find a diagnosis and a cure, all to no avail. The pain felt like a palm-sized pad of needles was constantly pushing into my spine. X-rays revealed nothing. Natural therapies provided only temporary relief.

Dear Friends of Dr. Peebles,

Due to the passing of my beautiful mother, Lisa Ann Bacon, the July Open Session has been cancelled. We will resume our Open Sessions on Saturday, August 11, 2012.

My Mom began her journey as an unwanted infant who was passed through a car window to her adopted parents on a dark and stormy night in Chagrin Falls, Ohio. Her new parents loved her dearly, and nurtured her naturally creative spirit. My Mom grew to become a model, a singer, and an artist of extraordinary abilities. She was also simply a great mom who could delight in the colors that danced inside a slice of tomato as she held it to the sunlight.

On June 19, 2012 just six days after entering hospice, my Mom was clearly preparing to make her transition. I snuggled next to her, savoring her warmth. As she rested, I began to drift into a semi-conscious slumber. In that moment, Dr. Peebles suddenly appeared to me. Although he has spoken loudly to me on many occasions, I have never seen him in motion before. He was dressed in a very elegant brown tweed suit, and a light shined brightly around him. He said, "Don't worry, Summer. I will escort your mother across [to the other side]." Then he put his arm out, and I saw my mother, youthful and beautiful, joining him at his side.