“Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage. The human spirit is to grow strong by conflict.”
~William Ellery Channing, 19th-century American preacher

Please Note: This article is a repost from our old blog – originally dated April 2007. It is not current but is added here for the information contained within.
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Well, if you’ve visited either of my sites in the past few weeks you’ve probably been asking yourself, where is Vera Nadine? Why hasn’t she been posting, offering up any true hope or sharing any information that might help me connect with my divine self?

The answer to all of these questions is a forced hiatus that I’ve been under, induced by a terrible cold that morphed into something much worse.

Around the third or fourth day in March, I developed a little tickle in my throat…just a nagging little cough that wouldn’t stop. It progressed from there into the worst cold/flu that I can ever remember having. I called it the A-Z Cold because it sequentially progressed through every symptom that one could imagine…hives, fever, nausea, sore throat, congestion, inability to sleep, runny nose…just the works.

Around about the sixth day of this horrible annoyance I went to my main guide, Gretchen, and asked her what was going on. She said that it was something I needed to go through to clear my energy which completely confirmed what my Acupuncturist had said that, it was resulting from some clearing treatments that her and I had been doing recently.

While I was on her plane of existence, Gretchen had me lay down on the floor of her cabin and attempted to get me to eat some leek soup, saying that it would help clear up the cold within a day or two.

Oh, if only I had listened. If only I hadn’t thought: firstly, I don’t like leek soup and secondly, eating leek soup on an astral plane is going to do absolutely zero for my cold on the physical plane. Um, spot the out-of-touch Mystic. Well, all I can say is that I was very ill and not completely with it.

So she told me to stop trying to reach her and communicate with spirits while my energy was so low and to go home, rest and eat more green stuff. Okay, I came back and went to bed.

The next day the cold morphed into something vicious. I had a slight pain along the bottom of my jaw line. Weird, I thought. But maybe I had been sleeping funny, as I tend to sleep on that side. By the end of the day it grew more concerning, as the chin below the jaw began to swell.

I took anti-inflammatory, drank hot tea and went to bed that night hoping it would be better in the morning…Nope, it got puffier and began to spread down the side of my neck. A hot, hot shower seemed to help a little but I began doing a little research online just in case.

That was it! Eureeeka, I have a lymph infection! Damn, that is not good, very bad side effects, not so easy to get rid of. I took more anti-inflammatory and began putting hot compresses on it. This eased the pain but I began feeling it was hard to breath at around 2 am the next morning so I went into the Emergency Room to see what the heck was going on.

Now here is my little side rant on modern medicine, as opposed to 10th-century medicine like Gretchen practices….modern medicine is so sloppy, and is also half blind, all deaf and slightly dumb.

I go in and say: this was a cold, it has infected my lymph-nodes and I need some anti-biotics.
They proceeded to: look at me with derision, treat me like a fool, stick me with holes, leave me in an empty room for several hours, ignore half of what I said to them, force me to undergo several useless tests, then… after I am distraught, tired, jittery and weak…

They come in and say, “Well your cold seems to have caused an infection in your glands and lymph system. This is very dangerous and you need to immediately begin a regime of very strong anti-biotics.”

Oh really? Amazing! And what amount of money did my insurance company just get billed for this incredible feat of modern medical science I wonder?

In (my guide) Maggie’s day you would have gone to her cabin, a nice, dim, warm and comfortable place where she would have welcomed you, given you a cup of tea, asked you why you weren’t feeling well and how it started and what you felt might be going on inside of you. Heck depending on how sick you were she may have even come to your place, to save you the trouble of running about out-of-doors while you were unwell. Then she would have felt the inflamed area, read your energy channels, considered what you had told her, decided that something was infected inside and said: Drink, the leek soup.

She would not have put you in a bright, cold, lifeless place and proceeded to put you through any number of unnecessary tests that further weakened you. Now in those days they did not know about by bio-organisms or anti-biotics, so her place wasn’t sterile per se.

But actually they did know about these things, or at least had an awareness that something was there in illness that worked like an infection or a virus does. They just had an innate understanding of the complimentary ways that different systems and elements work upon each other.

Another rant: You see, innate knowledge and common sense have gone right out of the medical profession. Therefore, what is medical and what is healing have become two extraordinarily different things.

So today I am finally back typing to you all after two rounds of super-antibiotics and several weeks of being laid up. I cannot yet use my gift again to its fullest potential as this was truly the sickest that I have ever been in my life and it took a lot out of me. But the good news is…

I have another new guide which appeared when they slipped me into the CT-Scan machine at the ER.

I look forward to beginning my relationship with this new guide as soon as I get my energy back…I am sure that it is one which will be most beneficial in helping you all and, given the manner of the connection, is most likely a healing guide of some kind. Wish me luck with this.

As an aside (and a personal DOH! moment) I have done a little research today and found out that leek soup has been shown to have antibiotic properties. Uhhhh…..

What I wonder is:

If I hadn’t gotten the infection and been forced into the CT-Scan machine would this new guide still have found a way to connect with me?

And…If I had eaten the leek soup, would I still have been laid up for four weeks with this darn infection?

Morals of the story:

1. Sometimes things happen for a reason, even when we cannot imagine why the heck something is happening to us.

2. DRINK THE LEEK SOUP!

Blessings to you all.

~Vera Nadine

“Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which”
~ Algernon Charles Swinburne, 19th-Century English Poet

Note: I have changed some names and identifying information in this story, owing to the fact that I do not share highly personal information belonging to my clients.

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As my years of channeling carry on and my professional channellings increase, I every once in a while stumble into a spiritual situation that I have never experienced before.

My gifts keep growing and, every time that I think I’ve seen it all, things still crop up that are completely new and foreign to me.

I recently had a gentleman order a reading for more guidance on his own path of personal growth and healing…nothing out of the ordinary there.

I read his email and rewrote the questions so that they would be more likely to illicit good answers…again, pretty run-of-the-mill.

Several days later I sat down to do the reading and asked for any guides to come forward and I felt one energy arrive…good, but normal.

But, when I asked this energy its name, that is when something weird happened. (Keep in mind that I am a witch, a channel and a spirit medium…I don’t say WEIRD very often.)

I asked the guide’s name and (in two distinctly different voices) he said first, “Jimmy Joe” and then immediately, “Jimmy Ray.”

I asked again. He said firmly, “Jimmy Joe.” And then in another voice firmly said, “Jimmy Ray.”

This was strange to me. It was a single energy, I was sure of it. But how could it not know its own name?

So I assessed the feeling from each name. Jimmy Joe, when I said it to myself in conjunction with the client’s name, Mitchell, just sounded like such a dark energy. It felt too heavy to be Mitchell’s guide. Jimmy Ray, on the other hand, seemed much lighter and seemed to mesh better with Mitch’s energy.

I asked the guide, “May I call you, Jimmy Ray?” To which he replied, “Yes, that is my name.”

Okay, problem solved. And from that point forward it was a normal channeled reading. Lots of useful information came through about Mitch’s spiritual healing, his personal triumphs and things he could do to progress further in the future.

As per usual I was asked a few questions for the afterword to the reading session, in which I talked about this strange phenomena and wondered aloud if these were some odd pair of twin guides.

I emailed the audio of the reading to the client and requested that he take some time to send a brief feedback.

Not too long later I got an explanation. Mitch is a TWIN. He has a twin brother. “Ahhhhh…I see” I thought to myself.

I have never read for a twin or twins of any kind before. This was a new thing for me, and boy was I interested.

Before I had even had the chance to ponder this for very long, another order for a reading came in from a new client…Mitch’s brother Mike.

Bingo!

He had to be wondering the same thing I was wondering…ever since I read Mitchell’s email.

I waited a few days for things to calm down, did some other readings for different clients. Then I read Mikes email, wrote out the questions and sat down to do his reading.

Everything went normal, I asked for any of his guides to come through and when one did I asked his name.

“Jimmy Joe,” he answered. (Mmm-hmm…I got goosebumps too.)

This time, it was the same-feeling energy, but with completely different tone of voice, completely different strengths etc. This time Jimmy-Joe did not seem like a darker or heavier energy at all. He seemed quite light, quite perfectly attuned to Mike’s energy.

But, as an experiment I now tried (in my head) to pair Mike’s energy with that of the previous guide, Jimmy-Ray. This time Jimmy-Ray seemed to be the wrong one, the dark and heavy one…completely inappropriate for Mike’s energy, though he had been so light when I channeled for Mitchell.

There was a definite way of telling which guide belonged to which twin, simply by their energy signatures. (Cool.)

Once I had emailed Mike the reading audio, he let me know that neither he nor Mitchell was surprised to find out that Jimmy-Joe was Mike’s guide.

Well maybe they weren’t but I sure was!

What was the nature of this spiritual reality that I was dealing with? Were these twin souls, such a soul mates? Were they a split soul, as can happen with either severe physical or spiritual trauma? Were they simply one guide offering up different strengths and vibrations of energy for these two individual siblings?

I do not know the answers to these questions and every time that I try to answer them I simply end up with more questions.

But I now am curious about a question which never much struck my fancy before, what is the spiritual nature of twins and multiples?

Anyone know the answer?