Monday, December 1, 2014

It's when my dreams are so real that they sometimes hurt. I experience the feelings when I wake up. A few nites ago I had 1 of those dreams.  I went to bed as usual. Very tired from working so much. No thoughts in my mind that I was so exhausted that I was in the perfect state to have 1 of those dreams.  asleep one night only to awake horribly around 3 a.m. in the morning choking.  I couldn't stop. It felt like something was in my throat. I gasped for breath and it took a moment and I sat straight up. I crawled out of bed, stilll choking and gagging. I walked around to my nightstand and grabbed a glass of soda I had been drinking earlier and started to sip it while I banged on my chest. It took me a few seconds to get my bearings and to realize that I I could smell potatoes. My mind went back to my dream and I remembered that in the dream I had been eating potato wedges that were very dry and seems like they have been baked for a very long time. I could smell them I could taste them. It took me 30 minutes to get over this event. I choked and chocked and continued to drink trying to stop. I felt as if I would vomit. Then in my mind came the name Cara Lynn Pants. Don't ask me who it is. I have no idea, but then the entire dream raced back into my mind. It was in the dream that I was apparently this CaraLynn Pants.  I was in a bar which was also in eating establishment. It was on the corner of a block on a very busy large city street. The bar was curvered to fit the shape of the building around the corner of the block and the front of the bar was all windows and a glass door at each end.  There were a lot of people standing around the ages of 24 to maybe 32. As I was looking down the side of the bar at everyone they were sipping on their drinks, eating and laughing. I knew I was looking for my boyfriend. Suddenly I glanced over to the left and I saw him.  He was standing there talking to a few guys who I  knew were his friends.  One of the fellas reached up and put his hand on my boyfriend shoulder, as they looked over to the bar.  I realize they were looking at a woman and the woman was his ex lover. I had the feeling I was walking in her shadows when I was with him. I could hear them talking perfectly though actually the bar was too noisy I shouldn't have been able and I was too far away from them in reality to know that I can hear exactly what they were saying but my boyfriend said, "There she is. She's here.  Oh my god have to leave!" At that moment he turned and say me. We stood stared at each other for what seemed an eternity, but in reality was only 5 or 6 seconds. I turned and bolted completely the other way out the door that was behind me, then turned left and I started walking very quickly down the sidewalk.  I knew exactly what I look like.  I had dark brunette colored hair I was very tiny waisted and I was 24 years old. I had on a skirt that wasn't too short, nor to long and it was dark. I had a jacket on over it that was tight around the waist and none of the buttons were button. It had a collar that came around my neck and it was very fashionable.  I knew it felt really good to be wearing that jacket and I stuck my hands in the pockets.  I had on a pair of heels that weren't too high, but they were very comfortable and expensive. I walk down the street faster and faster. I was so upset. I put my head down towards the pavement as I walked. Not even knowing what to think.  I could hear my boyfriend yelling for me to stop. Ibegin to pick up my pace. I walked around a corner into an alley and suddenly I had this bag full of these potato skins and I was eating them. He came around the corner and I started to choke. Then I woke up the the choking on the potatoes. Since I have had thesectype of dreams before, I went for my tablet and tried to looked her up. I couldn't find anybody named CaraLynn Pants. Oh, who knows. I just know the dreams are a way for spirits to tell you things and a way of release. Who knows.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Watch some of Gregg Braden's stuff on you tube. He is so full of knowledge.

Laura Elizabeth

Watch "Sisters For The Soul" with Echo Bodine, Morgana Starr and Dara Kirkland. Featuring Beth Lynch. Awesome!

Sunday, February 3, 2013


This is a new section for me. I will be recording some of the messages I receive from beyond here and adding to them as I go! Please remember these are messages from them not me!

First let me put in the messages I received on the day of change. Angels and spirits gave profound messages to all who were ready to receive and some who were not. They were given for 18 minutes for me and then began to slip away. Understand that some seem very random but lets go with them; 
1. The peace we give each other is enormous. Give peace!
2. Blessings are grand & everyday.
3. Love and peace from your brothers and sisters.
4. To all; LOVE
5. Rejoice at the ceremony of joy!
6. I am eased by the multitude of love.
7. Enjoy life!
8. Do not dwell!
9. Lean an ear!
10. Chance for all joy!
11. Give peace to those who ask.
Find it!
12. Mortality is with the body. Joy is in the house of God!
13. Many, many blessings to all! 
14. Kind heart, warm heart Mary is loved!
15. Time to forgive. Make your time count!
16. Dance on the moon!
17. Demi leaving.
18. To those who ask, so shall you receive.
19. Love is the greatest joy of all!
20. Peace from afar. Listen to Zou!
21. Lean towards the west.
22. Asking is giving and receiving. Move, live, love, we love you!
23. Laura Peace.
24. Smell, sing, live, love.
25. All who leave are at peace.
26. Find hope. Keep hope!
27. Do unto others as you would have done.
28. IIIVIII- now is the time.
29. Time is irrelevant. Add.
30. Demeotees.
31. Maraga ret lues.
32. Angelic event.
33. Singing praise.
34. Most amazing. Live. Love. Laugh.
35. Celine Dion.
36. Music is good. Love is God. Giving is good..
37. Many will follow. Join in God.
38. To give is to live.
39. Sons and daughters peace be with you.
40. I love.
41. Ask and you shall receive. We do hear.
42. I am there for 1. Live.
43. Sing in soicus. 
44. Marabelle time to change.
Seeing knowing. 
45. Ask John, David, Danial. Listen. End war.
46. Serenade from unade.
47. Tell me to give. Peace be with you.
48. Henagad movement.
49. Souls leaving. Huge wave.

*Note; there are a million and 1 things that some of this stuff could mean. Others are self explanatory. Some foreign words to me?   I haven't a clue. I haven't researched any of this!       
Love and light all!

Laura Elizabeth
This entire part of my life is in the past. Shelley and I no longer have a radio show, but I will leave it here. Kozmic Kids Radio | Thursdays


Shelly Bradley works in a way to help you look inside. The virtual peeling of the onion layers. We all came here with everything we need. Sometimes we just forget. She simply look inside herself, then shares what she ‘sees;’ allowing you to take whatever you need. Laura Elizabeth brings a metaphysical aspect to everything she is involved in. She is seriously spiritual, but can be a wild, zany gal filled with intrigue. She brings her talents and abilities to KoZmic Kids as a co-host, psychic/medium, spiritual healer, spiritual investigator, blogger and writer. They are both incredible intuitive's who you will love. Don't miss even one show! Tune in for KoZmic Kids Radio with Shelly & Laura at 11:30pm ET/10:30pm CT/9:30pm MT/8:30pm PT every Thursday night & be sure to call in to a fantastic show!

Laura Elizabet

Laura Elizabeth & Shelly Bradley

Friday, March 18, 2011

Kundalini Reiki treatments

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Laura Elizabeth is a Kundalini reiki master and offers distance healings as well as home treatments to people within a 30 mile radius of her home. Simply click on the link or the photo to take you to the site for more information.

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When should we have reiki done?

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Distance healings
When I do a distant healing treatment, I visualize myself as the other person from a photo and use your name and geographical location to establish a firm link to you. I then enter into a meditative state and then use my reiki and acupressure techniques to do the energy treatment. I only treat one person at a time, giving my full focus to the person. I treat the whole body activating all main meridians starting with the toes and allow the session to progress through the natural activation pattern of the body. To do a distant healing I need your full name, geographical location, a photo and need to know the day and time you would like to receive the energy treatment. If you don't specify a time, then i give it at best time for you. energy therapy is non-invasive and I don't work to diagnose any particular ailment nor do I focus energy into any particular part of the body to eliminate the pain you might feel there and want to just ‘go away’. While I understand this desire, I feel it’s more effective and efficient to trust that your own healer can best determine how to use this extra energy. For example: the pain you feel in your shoulder might be a referred pain due to a blocked artery in the heart. (I think you would agree with me that it would be more important to clear a blocked artery then to reduce the shoulder pain.) Thus, I don’t try to second-guess the intelligence we all have inside us, rather I trust that your healer knows how to best use your own energy.

What is a hands on treatment

In a typical whole-body Reiki treatment. The Reiki practitioner instructs the recipient to lie down and relax. Loose, comfortable clothing is usually worn during the treatment. The practitioner might take a few moments to enter a calm or meditative state of mind and mentally prepare for the treatment, that is usually carried out without any unnecessary talking. The treatment proceeds with the practitioner placing the hands on the recipient in various positions. However, practitioners may use a non-touching technique, where the hands are held a few centimetres away from the recipient's body for some or all of the positions. The hands are usually kept in a position for three to five minutes before moving to the next position. Overall, the hand positions usually give a general coverage of the head, the front and back of the torso, the knees, and feet with the whole treatment lasting anywhere from 30 to 45 minutes.

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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Kunadalini Reiki Elizabeth

My new novel "Farmer" released in paperback, Kindle and more...

Farmer By Laura Elizabeth

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The synopsis;

Del Farmer leans on the side of his truck outside the cemetery gates, watching intently as the local grave diggers dig deep into the earth, preparing the resting place of a poor old soul from the small town of Roscoe, Minnesota. As the radio blares inside his truck, Del's thoughts swing away from the grim work of the grave diggers to his own family, and how lucky he is they are safe and healthy. Little does he know his life and the lives of his seven brothers are soon be altered forever when he finds himself on a journey to help his brother find his missing step-daughter. After discovering what has happened to her he believes the torment is over when a twist is added to his life upon discovery that other family members are murdered. When the brothers come together it is apparent they have grown in different directions and it is made clear that some of them are now unacceptable to others. The turmoil is just too much for them. Along with this heinous act of carnage against their family they try to discover the truth when strange visions of spirits, ghosts and demons along with Angels appear before them. The police pressure them, the town's people confused and at bay. Who is pushed to the edge? This is a high drama/mystery of a paranormal sort. With massive adventure and intrigue it promises to capture your complete attention.

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~In this novel the brothers visit a number of cities, towns, businesses, landmarks and area that will interest many readers and be familiar to those from or know of Minnesota. South Dakota, South Carolina, and North Carolina. I write of concerns in the world such as war, peace, issues from around the world on politics, religion, and controvercail events.

There are several ghost stories that have gone through waves of people for years in Minnesota. Personal events that took place in my childhood, my life, or the childhood and lives of my friends and family. There are also unexplainable events of the paranormal including Angelic visits, visits with loved ones who have passed, evil spirits still trying to accomplish things they began in life and a look at life after death.

I have involved a actual tornado and since I have been in the midst of one. I believe it to be pretty accurate of what can happen. I discuss so many things that this is a huge book. Maybe it should have been 2 books, however I hade to stop somewhere, because I could gone longer with it. I have not forgot sexuality, I discuss sex and the choice of sexual lifestyle and the judgement of it as well. Understand relationships of family when we are young verses as adults. Read about Tanya telling a story of the most famous Bakery in the entire area, The Cold Spring Bakery!

You will come with me on a journey to visit a psychic, go to the Grasshopper Chapel in Cold Spring Minnesota, and wonder around the outside old St. Ravens HomeNunery, now know as The Ravens Nest and St. Agnes Church, Go hunting and discover wierd things with members of my family, ghost hunting with friends to Colmeyers, near Mananah MN, and visit my most favorite lake; Lake Koronis where my Grandfather had a lake place, we spent summers there! Go to a barn raising and read how things were done back in the day. So many wonderful little side stories I cannot name them all.....

Wonder into the town of St. Joseph for a few moments, a small but needed reminder to all who know of it and the losses there and so many other towns in Minnesota. Visit the grave of my little brother who lay amoungest so many who died for or fought for their country at the Fort Snelling National Cemetary in Minneapolis Minnesota.

Visit North Carolina and South Carolina as well as South Dakota and read about famous spots I have been to them all including Comeyers and Belgrade.

Traveling up and down these roads you will find a piece of me, my family and my firends, as well as strangers who touched my life somehow! Enjoy the book! I enjoyed writing it. I also want to comment on the price. I was left no choice. You would be shocked at Amazons cut verses my small amount cut. How could paper and ink be so costly? The question I will forever ask!

Counties mentioned;

Meeker County, MN
Stearns County, Mn
Madison County, NC

States and Cities mentioned;

St. Joseph
St. Cloud
St. Paul
Long Lake
Twin Cities
New London
Lake Henry
Grove City
Granite Falls

South Dakota;

North Carolina;

South Carolina;
Kings Mountain

Places of interest mentioned;
Wall Drug
Grasshopper Chapel
Chapel Hill Road
Prinston University
Wall Street
Lake Henry Ballroom
Hilltop Restaurant
Lake Superior
Phersons Mine
Washington D.C.
Cold Spring Bakery
Minneapolis International Airport
Fort Snelling National Cemetary

Who are the main Characters;

~Del is the main Character. Along with his 7 brothers they make up the boys of Farmer family.

Dad- Joe- Joseph Farmer, Born in Paynesville MN, German Catholic
Mom-Hildee, Hilda Grossman, Born in St. Joseph, MN, German Catholic
Del- Delbert Joseph, Age 34
Virg- Virgil Norman, Age 32
Whyn- Stanley William, Age 31
Jimmy- James Henry, Age 29
Joey- Joseph James, Age 28
Cal- Calvin John, 26
Brian- Brian Tulliver, Age 24
Wally- Wallace Laverne 22, Named after 2 of Joe's brothers
John Morgan Jr.- Joes best friend
Mariyln Farmer- Virg's Wife, college professor

This adventure takes Del and his borthers into a termoiled journey of love, hate, friendship, brotherhood and the realization of what happens to the simple life during tragedy.

~The book was Editied by my father. Thank you so much Dad!

~a List of family and friends who agreed to let me use their names and a bit about them twisted into a Characters;
My uncle, John Morgan Jr.
My aunt, Bernice Morgan (John Jr.'s Lovely wife)
My aunt, Michele Morgan/Pavlock
My uncle, Mike Pavlock(Michele's husband)
My cousin, Marcy Pavlock
My cousin, Loraine Morgan Martonik
My cousin, Tim Morgan
Tracey Morgan & kids.(Cousins by marriage)
My brother, Mike Phillips
My best friend & sister in law, Nancy Phillips
Basically like family, Marie Loscheider
Dear friend, Shelly Bradley
Basically like family, Tanya Rosenbrook
Basically like family, Janet Whetston
Tim Whetston(Janets husband)
and mentioning son Aiden & baby to come)
Dear friend, Jade B. Chandra
Steve Childers (My husband)
Josh Gilbertson (My son)
J.R. Childers(My son)
My doctor, Dr. Dan Cannon

Honorable mentions;
John Morgan Sr. (Pappy to me) Deceased
Martha Whippo/Morgan ( Nanny to me)Deceased
My brother, Robert J. Phillips(Bobby)Deceased
My uncle, Bob Morgan
My aunt, Sis Morgan Bedford
My aunt, Maureen Morgan/Carlson
My mother, Mary Morgan/Phillips
Dave Martonik & kids(Cousins by marriage)
My uncle, Max Morgan
Mike Loscheider (Maries husband)
Brad Rosenbrook & kids (Basically family)

Father Garvey(Priest who buried my brother)

I can't thank you all enough for letting me involve you in this heart filled journey! My love to you all!

Laura Elizabeth

~The book cover was done by Laura and Demetrious Zouharis of LD Commercail Art. Thank you my dear friends, its perfect. I love you both dearly! xoxoxo, Coo

~ This novel is dedicated to my family, friends here on earth as well as those who have passed on.

~Specail mention of Ted and Terry Oledzki for all they have taught me and been there for me.

~To my family at home, Steve, Mom, Josh & J.R.- Thank you for cooking, cleaning, making sure I ate to keep my sugar level up, made me leave the house sometimes rofl, and loved me thorugh this one more time?! Its been a haul, I love you guys!

Laura Elizabeth

Monday, December 27, 2010

How I get the ideas for my novels

Its really not a question of how do I get the ideas, but rather how the ideas manifest. For instance, usually It starts with some random event that I refer to as a vision. whether I am asleep or awake. To explain more, I am a medium. I can be riding down the road in a car with someone, cooking in the kitchen or sound asleep. sequence of events appear to me that involve people that I have never seen before and places that I have never been. Such as in the case of murders. Its as if someone from the other side is trying to connect with me and the only way they can get me to take a look is to show me there last memories. To try and make sense of them or understand them is very emotional for me and it takes time to come to terms with what I have seen. It perplexes me that a lot of them do not show me where they are, no town names, no cities, and no states. Sometimes I see road signs or makes of cars and markers such as bridges, trains, gas stations and things like that, but never enough concrete information to know exactly where they are located or it it is a precognition of a event to come, or a event that has happened. I have not mastered the way to look deeper yet, but one day I will. If the visions that happen to me while I am riding in a car I usually will go with the area that I am in, assuming that the body is located there or the victim has some tie with the area or than there death. They are added to my novels by fitting in that particular area into the life of the main characters. I like to remind people that I am a very spiritual person and God plays a huge role in my everyday events, so the answer to am I filled with the devil, is no! A lot of spirits that come to me are just attracted by the light of my soul that shines bright and they are checking me out so to speak. I also add ghost stories that I am familiar with and the area that they come from, as I remember them and situations that I have been involved with in my lifetime. I usually know how a story is going to end long before it is done and sometimes before I even start writing it. To date I am working on 4 novels and have ideas for many more. There is one character that you will for sure find a hint of in every novel I ever write and that is Shane May T. Bellafonte. She was my first character and is based a lot on my life. I wrote my first novel "541 Hucklebee Hound" completely about her and some of the things I have gone through as well as visions added in and parts from people very close to me in real life. There seems to be a fine line between a author and a character in most situations. You will find this alot. I love to intertwine the real life events, common landmarks, well known areas, people I know and love, visions, true stories, ghost stories and fictional events into a spin of a story that holds the readers attention and leaves them wanting you to write more. I find it very interesting and it pushes me to keep going.  So enjoy anything I write, because I certainly put alot of heart and soul into writing it. As a base there is always a underlying message in my novels hidden between the pages and figured out when you have reached the end. I love when a reader figures that out and tell me! I hope each novel brings the readers some kind of understanding.
As I always am,
Laura Elizabeth

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Psychic/Medium; "Laura Elizabeth" Author of "541 Hucklebee Hound": Don't sweat the small stuff

Psychic/Medium; "Laura Elizabeth" Author of "541 Hucklebee Hound": Don't sweat the small stuff: "Everyday people get out of bed, go about their busy days, and throughout the day they find themselves worrying. About w..."

Laura Elizabeth

Don't sweat the small stuff

Everyday people get out of bed, go about their busy days, and throughout the day they find themselves worrying.  About what? Why? You cannot live your life worrying about what everyone thinks about you, what you are going to do because so and so doesn't like you, or how you are going to do or get anything. Worrying is not going to get you anywhere. Don't sweat the small stuff. Live your life for yourself and your family. It doesn't really matter how anyone else feels about you, or what you do, except for how you feel about about yourself, or what you do.  Set plans and goals for yourself. Spread smiles and love to everyone around you. If you are having trouble with someone from work, or a person who claims to be your friend, get them out of your life. Its your life and you set the rules. Take yourself out of situations that make you miserable. Life is what you make it. If nothing is working in your current situation, get out of it, change it up. Don't sweat the small stuff. Take a left at the fork in the road instead of a right. If your failing, you can't loose if you change routes. Make a list of positives in your life. Then make a list of negatives. 1 by 1 remove the negatives. Make a life poster or list of things you want to do or want to have. Put it where you can see it daily. Make positive decisions that push you to have what you want. Make your life what you want.  Just remember, don't sweat the small stuff, the dog, the fighting kids, and the cable bill. The drippy faucet, or the nasty people.  All small stuff, let it go, don't loose your temper, and get crabby.  Its not worth it. Ask your guides out loud to point you in the directions and open windows of you want.  Talking to your guides is very helpful. If you don't ask your guardian angel to help, how will they know where you want to be.  They wait for you to ask them, its there journey with you. Pray and find the way to be who you are supposed to be. Tell yourself everyday that you are strong, beautiful and ready for the change. Between positive thinking and getting the negativity out of your life you can achieve anything! ~

Blessings and light
 Laura Elizabeth

Sunday, December 12, 2010

541 Hucklebee hound

541 Hucklebee Hound is now available on B&N in paperback and newly released to Nook Book.  There are several ways to download, even to pc. It is also available on Amazon and other sites in paperback. take a look;

Laura Elizabeth

Friday, November 19, 2010

Ask me one question in this post. Use the comment section below this post.  I visit this blog 1 time per day, and I will answer it at no charge. If you choose to have the question answered in private please comment on blog in the comment section, and then use use this email;

Laura Elizabeth

Sunday, September 26, 2010

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Saturday, August 28, 2010

Monday, August 23, 2010


When we are young we mottle through life having fun and taking most everything at face value.  Taking everything for granted.  As we grow older we start to appreciate things more.  We take time to smell the roses, enjoy things that we do, and listen more intently to our hearts.  Friends seem to come and go in our lives, with the exceptions of the ones that have have touched our heart.  We loose some friends and family to death, and its a total torment for a long time.  After a while we start to get used to them being gone, but there will always be days when we hurt as if we lost them yesterday. Our family becomes important to us in ways that we never imagined.  We think more about God, the world, our lives, and often wonder what we could have or should have changed.  We think of the lost opportunities that past us by, and somehow just can't find peace in knowing we passed them up, but we know they will not come to us again.  They call it live and learn, but I am not sure that is fair.  It seems it's a punishment for living.  There should be no punishment for living.  Life should be full of wonderful experiences and happiness.  Though that is not reality.  We get our hearts broke, our ego's damaged and our passion changed along the way, and its so hard to come out of sometimes.  If everyday you can just find the time to smile and remember God is on our side, it is a good day!
Laura Elizabeth

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Today 8/7 on CBS Radio/THE SKY/KOZMICKIDS 5p.m. ET

Me as guest of Jade and Shelly to discuss my last book 541 Hucklebee Hound.

August 7, 2010…Are the folks in the afterlife really capable of committing murder?

Stop by and join us as we listen to Laura Elizabeth author of 541 Hucklebee Hound speak of this beautiful childhood lov...e story and par...anormal murder mystery that will keep you glued to your seat! Join us we ask Laura questions of the twist and turns and could this be possibly her personal story? She has also contributed as a writer for women's online magazines with several articles. Laura has also been interviewed by 1st Angel magazine out of the UK and by Going Beyond Radio on Blog Talk Radio with Chuck Manning and Sylvia Ray. She is a stroke survivor and believer of life after death. Laura is currently working on her 3rd manuscript and is a member of Spiritual Transitions. You can find links associated with her book 541 Hucklebee Hound on, Facebook, Myspace and you can also find her under Laura Elizabeth on Linkedin. See More.

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Thursday, July 22, 2010

Short Story

Day 1

In a darken room only lit by the glow of illumination from a tunnel, I sat on a chair. The chair made of wood and painted dark brown. The paint chips, and gouges taken from it's legs. It was not steady and wobbled to and frough needing some repair. I looked into the light down the tunnel wondering what was there. Though not bound to the chair it felt as if some kind of bonding agent or a sphere magnetic force held me there.

I felt I could move though it was as if I had been gleamed in the eye of a vampire and they held my close attention. My thoughts told me to run as I looked around the circular shaped, darkened room and I could hear the drip of water drops hitting the floor. It felt cold and damp and I grasped for air to breathe. I sat quiet as a creature in the woods trying to hide from danger though my breathing was deep, and intense.

I wanted to scream out but It seemed no one would here me in this dungeon type room and I knew if they did it was most relevant that it was not going to be my kind savior who plunged from the darkness, but rather a seedy looking character or some creature from the depths of hell coming to quiet me.

I heard footsteps in the distance, and it seemed it was a hard set of shoes on some one who walked at a fast, strong pace, and heavy with each step. I tried to figure out where the steps were coming from and listened intently as I shook with tremendous fear. My body jolting in the chair at each sound the step made.

Was I sentenced to this place? What could they or it possibly want with me. My strength well in tacked but my nerves shattered as I tried to stop myself from shaking so violently. When my fears overtook me and I felt myself passing out.

Day 2

I regained myself, and I had no judgement of how long I had been out, but for sure only to hear the heavy footsteps still coming towards me. The sound intensified as the shoes hit the concrete, and it seemed as if a group of people had begun to chatter all at once. The sounds moving much more rapidly towards me, the voices louder than before as they seemed to gain momentum.

I shook my head trying to clear my mind, and my body ached from being in the same position for way to long. Once again I struggled to move, but to no avail I could not move, nor could I speak. It was as if I had been drugged to prevent me from making any gesture, movement or sound, except that of fear and shaking.

The sounds louder in my ears until it was as if someone was banging a sledgehammer on a tin building and the people almost shouting. Then suddenly without warning it stopped. I felt I could once again move my head, and I turned it both ways, to loosen it from being so stiff.

It seemed as it were forever in the silence and I felt I would doze off but the fear kept my eyes open. My mind drifted to the day before when I spent the morning in my living room watching television and drinking hot coffee while I nibbled on wheat toast, with home made peach, apricot jam piled on top of it. How I wished I had some of that as my stomach began to growl.

Yet only for a moment I wished the sounds kept going for it was better than the silence except for the dripping of water to the floor. I sat in the quiet, and waited, staring down the tunnel towards the light, and briefly turning to look into the darkness, fearing someone was there. I assumed it was a circular room as if it were a castle tower or something.

There was a loud bang as if a old musket gun had been shot off near by, and it rattled my brain, and I began to hear a ringing in my ears. Then suddenly a light appeared very dimly from the opposite side of the tunnel.

Day 3

I could see the outline of a man wearing a suit coat and hat standing in a pose that made me feel threatened as if he were a gangster from the 30's or something.

He spoke loudly and in a shrewd voice saying, "Why have you come here?" I opened my mouth slowly, and with fear, and uncertainty I whispered, "It was not my choice!" The figure swung his arm at me, and in a matter of fact voice said, "This is not a place for the weak, you should not have come!". I stammered in my voice replying, "It wasn't my choice, I did not come on my own, someone brought me here!"

He crossed his arms, and said nothing for a moment, then put his hand on his hip, smacked his shoe on the cement floor, and yelled, "You were not brought by anyone, you have to come of your own accord!" I stared into the direction of the silhouette, and then with a questioning tone in my voice I replied, "Why would I have come here on my own? I don't know where I am!"

He laughed out loud, in a searing pitch, and then with the laugh still in his voice he said, " Child, you tell me you don't know why you are here or how you got here? Impossible!" For a short moment neither of us said a thing, then I mustered up the strength and said, "Where is this place, have I been kidnapped?"

Once again he began to laugh then replied, "Nothing is by accident, nothing, and you are most likely on some journey, or you have done something that has brought you here. Now I suppose you seek the truth, or comfort". He paused a moment, my thoughts raced as I tried to come up with a reason for being in this place, and I could not.

He began to laugh again and I felt helpless, and then he calmly turned saying,
"We shall see about that, the answers will come to you with a blow, I suppose". He began to walk away, then stopped, turned back towards me, and said, Your a funny one, don't end up here for good, you wouldn't like these walls surrounding you all the time, I never have!" With that he walked away, and I watched him until his silhouette was gone from my view.  I could see nothing, but a tiny circle of light once more. Then with no warning, it disappeared into darkness.

Day 4

There seemed to be a moment of time where I had no sight, no vision, no hearing ability, then without warning, I was jolted by something around my neck.  What ever it was it squeezed my neck tightly, thrust it back, and I could not breathe.  It constricted harder, then harder until I was on the verge of passing out, and I gasped violently for air.

 As I felt my eyes begin to roll back into my head, with my pulse racing it stopped.  The darkness heavy, the pain intense.  I could hear hissing sounds in a multiple effect. I knew this was the final moment, the moment of my death.  I felt my life begin to flash before my eyes, to no surprise I could see the light so often talked about, that comes when a person passes over.

When in front of my face appeared a creature so ugly so fierce, it made me scream in utter fear.  It seemed slimmy, huge, greenish, with gold bands that glistened in the darkness, as if it were a glow stick from a halloween trick or treating adventure.

I closed my eyes for a moment, hoping I was dreaming, but the hissing sound stopped.  I kept my eyes closed tighlty for a moment, then opened them slowly, only to find it still in front of me.  It appeared to have 3 long tongues, separated at the ends with tentacle looking tips.  Mortified, I looked closer to see it had three heads coming from one neck.

Each head had buggy eyes, with what seemed long eye lashes, and each head, garnished a mouth that reached from one side of its head to the other.  The heads peered at me then began to hiss, simultaneously.  It batted it eyes, began to come closer to my face, and peered at me.  One of the heads brushed the skin on my cheek and I tried frantically to move but my body was still frozen to the chair.

With a jerk, it pulled away, and batted its 6 eyes at me again.  It was obvious to see by now that it was a three headed snake, and I screamed again.  It whisked around me quickly, I felt surely this was the end of my life as I knew it.  It quickly moved across the room, swinging its long body around me.  I clearly submit to my brain, that it was at least 12 feet long, and big around as a large coffee can.

I knew it could easily eat me or dismember at the least.  It came around me three times, and then the heads stopped abruptly in my face.  It hissed again, then to my shock it began to speak.  Each of the three mouths on the heads speaking at the same time saying, "Who are you? What do you want? Where have you come from? We don't like your kind! You smell of an old toad in the pit!".

To my shock I began to shake. It surprised me because I had been cemented in such to the chair. I wondered to myself "What in the Sam hell is going on here? talking 3 headed snakes? this isn't possible!"  The heads spoke again, but this time, one said a word, and the next continued it, the last ended each sentence, and around, and around it went.

"Who?", "Are", "You", "To", "Ask", "Such", "Questions?" "We", "Are", "In", "Charge", "Here!"  Then one  head hissed loudly, and continued saying, "This is our place, we are in charge." The head on the left seemed to have the voice of an old woman, cranky, and whinny.  The middle head sounded like an old Himalayan Monk, and the last sounded like you would imagine your father to sound in his late 40's, speaking harshly to you.

In the distance I could hear what seemed to be thunder, and a voice, but I could not make it out.  It seemed to repeat itself over, and over growing slightly louder as it went on. There was a sudden loud clap of thunder, from down the lighted tunnel, to the right.

Then a very strong, upsetting voice yelled, "Why have you come to me?"  Followed by the loud thunder.  I looked, but did not answer.  I turned back to find the snake slithering away, and the voice down the tunnel yelled again, "Why have you come?" I opened my eyes slowly, and lifted my head from hanging to my left side, and realized I had been passed out, or sleeping. 

Day 5

My head and neck both ached.  I could feel my rear end was completely numb.  I wondered why I was feeling anything, and why I could move, but before I gave it to much thought, the voice loudly repeated itself, "Why are you here?"  What have I done, to think you should come to this place?"

I thought quickly and said, "I don't know, I don't even know where I am!"  The voice seemed to come from the tunnel to my left, that kept a dim light in the room, and I raised my arm putting my hand above my eyes, to shield them, and looked into the light, straining to see anything.

I could see the outline of someone coming towards me from afar.  As it walked towards the entrance to the tunnel, it seemed it had glorious colors of light all around it, and I felt so at peace.  The fear seemed to leave me, with it's every step closer to me.

It stopped momentarily, I could make out that it seemed to be the outline of a man.  I saw him turn, and it was as if other outlines of people were going towards it very fast.  I could see he was raising up the outline of what appeared to me to be an arm, and it was putting it's arm on the tops of the lights, and then they would seem to bow and back away.

This strange appearance of light, then turned, and continued on to the entrance of the tunnel, to where I sat in the chair, then stopped before entering the area where I was and said, "This is not a place for you."

I replied, "What is this place?"  It seemed the deep mysterious voice of a man,, and he let out a hardy laugh followed by, "My child, this is a cross roads, for those who have unfinished business or those who must enter the great hall, to repent, and heal.  You, are not finished, you have not failed, and you have completed the journey assigned to you at this point. thus, I do not understand the reason for your being here!"

I felt my eyes open wide, my mouth drop and I said, "Are you telling me I am at some sort of cross roads, to heaven?"  He replied, "Yes my child.  You are not to be judged yet, those who must be judged, are the ones who travel to this hall.  They are judged, then taken beyond, and some choose not to be judged, then will not look into the light for us, that is one who is unwaged that you have encountered."

I took a deep breath and said, "Well then why am I here?"  I felt my eyes getting very heavy, and I could feel myself slumping in the chair, as I quickly fell asleep.

Day 6

I felt myself drifting as I was being pulled forward.  I seemed to feel a type of wind hitting my skin, my hair flowing back, and I opened my eyes.  I found myself in this tunnel of light.  I could tell I was not touching any floor, and looked down to see that I was floating.  Moving forward toward what I did not know.  Looking side to side I could see different rays of color, and it reminded me of the colors of the rainbow, aura's or pictures of gases in outer space.

They began to change as my body moved forward, and I could see the outline of what seemed to me to be people looking at me, moving around and some moving towards me, though they did not confront me.

I became a bit fearful, I was not breathing, and tried to feel my sences, then I realized, in a sence, I was breathing without the actual breaths.  I began to feel relaxed, the fear left my mind, and the scenes became peaceful, and serine. 

I could then see there was someone or something ahead of me, as I moved faster then before.  It was hard to recognize at first, but it soome became apparent it was a figure.  The figure had gloriuos rays of light coming from it, and it wasn't long before I could see what appeared to be a man with wings, in a white gown.  His hair blondish, and his gown flowing, and tied loosly to the waist, with a thick rope such as one you would find on a ship.  It was made of gold, and sparkled rays as he spread his wings out wide on each side of himself.

They were massive, and I expexted to have an emotion over it, though I didn't. I figured they had to be at least 7 feet wide, from one side of his body to the other. They perplexed me, and I was drawn to him.  As my body floated, closer, and closer to him, I could see something different than the figures at my left side, and I turned to look.

There seemed to be park of sorts, Lavished in flowers, and walk ways, beautiful huge green trees that had rays of light around them, and a creek in the middle of it all.  A stone walk way appeared, and I could see a bench in front of it, with a creek beyond it.

Suddenly there was an old woman sitting on the bench, she turned, and waved at me.  I felt myself wave back, and I knew she was familiar, but I could not place her.   

Laura Elizabeth

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

I will be the guest with Kozmic Kids on the 24th of july

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Shelly and Jade have been gifted since childhood but more or less stayed "in the closet" not sharing with others because of ridicule, laughter or disbelief. Shelly grew up with a family who was intuned with the spiritual world where Jade did not. Together they compliment each other understanding both sides of the scale...balancing children/adults who have been open and want to share to ones who are just coming into their own spiritual essence. Their humor and wanting to help all KoZmiC KiDs of the world is where their passion lies within. Join them in helping the KoZmiC KiDs with their spiritual essence.

July 24, 2010 Saturday 5PM, ET …541 Hucklebee Hound, A Paranormal Story

Are the folks in the afterlife really capable of committing murder? Stop by and join us as we listen to Laura Elizabeth, author of 541 Hucklebee Hound, speak of this beautiful childhood love story and paranormal murder mystery that will keep you glued to your seat! Join us we ask Laura questions of the twist and turns and could this be possibly her personal story?

She has also contributed as a writer for women's online magazines with several articles. Laura has also been interviewed by 1st Angel magazine out of the UK and by Going Beyond Radio on Blog Talk Radio with Chuck Manning and Sylvia Ray. She is a stroke survivor and believer of life after death. Laura is currently working on her 3rd manuscript and also a member of Spiritual Transitions. You can find links associated with her book 541 Hucklebee Hound on, Facebook, Myspace and you can also find her under Laura Elizabeth on Linkedin Link

Laura Elizabeth

Monday, July 19, 2010

I quit to persue my goals without the stress and pressure.

Which in the long run will take me to the top much more quickly.  Quiting your job isn't that easy.  When you first have a job you are confused to a certain degree and you don't really know anyone.  Then as you learn your job and begin to relax you get to know the people you work with and you learn who's company you enjoy and you learn the ones to stay away from.

 There always seems to be a certain amount of back stabbers and nilly Nelly's who want to get deep into your business and gossip about it to others.  Those who are genuinely kind people and not the phonies they display to everyone are not that hard to stay away from.  However then you settle in and except working shifts that sometimes seem long and very hard physically.  Other shifts are easy and controllable and it is fun to be around the people that are easy going and fun to be around, though you always have those few who don't divulge themselves to you because there agenda is way over your expectations of the job and you avoid them at all costs with only the casual hello or smile as they go by. 

Then there are the comer's and goer's of management and or otherwise it's hard to distinguish who is on the up and up and who's not.  All certainly a game those of us who have been in management in our lives have played when we assume it is our life long career and we are going to play the game the way it is intended to be played. 

When you reach a certain age it seems you begin to form the idea of whether you are going to completely play the game or not.  I for one had chose after many years of management not to play the game and venture into my own visions of what I wanted my life to be.

So, as the econmy began to fall, thus, my work load and the changes began to overwhelm me and physically became a huge challenge. My physical being due to medical issues.  Bringing me to a point where I did not want to be there and they did not want me there. 

A mutual feeling which I felt and heard whispers of.  Someone wanted me gone and I knew who those people were and it really didn't matter because I was done giving my all to the job with now satisfaction or reward.  After all, why work hard if others aren't going to and you have to go around and finish up everything they did not do?  After a while you don't care any more than they did.

I figured it was time to exit before some pretty good relationships were extinguished and leave it at that.  Their dream was clear, to be lifers and my dream was also clear that I am a writer, an author not a over used underpaid factory type worker.  In my mind the job was just as tough as being no more than a indentured type servant in a nylon factory going no where and never being praised for accomplishment only noticed for things missed. 

My life is writing and I intend on being in this position all of the rest of my life.  If need be I will find a job where I am respected and rewarded for my good work.

It's very hard to be an empath and know what people are doing and pretend like you have no clue to their involvement or cross thoughts and words.  It's so much better to remove yourself from these type of situations that hold you back on your journey.  I know I will have half the Dr. visits I had while employed.

In years to come I will be working hard on what I want from life and not what others want me to do so they don't have to.  It's a freeing type feeling to not have to do the early shifts and then come home so tired you have to go to bed.  I'm definitely enjoying my freedom but I do miss the people I still call friends and understand it's all business to some of them.  I wish them luck in where ever life takes them.

Laura Elizabeth

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

You can get your face in Fast Company Magazine

Fast Company is looking for the most influencial face.  The person will be fetured in their magazine.

I want my face there do you want yours too?  Follow the link:
Laura Elizabeth

Monday, May 3, 2010

The Wild Beast Cat

     So an evening at home consisted of eating pizza, watching 24 and ice cream for a mid night snack.  Our cats Boomer and Precious wander freely through the house and we always have the patio door cracked so they can come and go.   As of late a rather large black cat that seems to be a stray has found its way to our yard and hangs around looking for morsels of food. 
     I am not sure if it was ever tame though it is beautiful.  I found myself leaving bits of food for it now and then as I felt sorry for it.  The past couple of weeks it has wandered into the dining room on occasion and the family cats are not receptive to it.  Keep in mind that I am actually allergic to cats and I have in the past been hospitalized for cat scratch fever. 
    So this evening we were sitting watching t.v. and suddenly we hear our cats screeching in the dining room.  We all jump knowing the stray has wondered in but usually leaves in a hurry when it is discovered.  Tonight was different. 
    Steve ran one way to the dining room and flipped on the light and I scrambled to the corner of the other door to the kitchen to take a peak knowing I could not get to close to it just in case. 
    Suddenly it became quiet and we thought the beast had left the premises when in a flash a black streak whizzed past me.  I turned quickly to see Boomer squatted on the carpet just inside the living room and I began to walk towards him. Without warning the stray cat came flying from the living room straight at boomer and me.  Hissing with teeth showing and ready for a fight. 
    Boomer ran quickly into the kitchen and I jumped turned and ran for the kitchen.  Hearing him on my heels I was sure I was to be attacked I jumped in a frog like dance through the kitchen.  I turned when I reached the other side of the kitchen table and the cat lunged at me hissing and snarling. 
     I began to scream, "Oh my god, oh my god its a wild beast". and it seemed to scare the nearly pest even more and he jumped towards the stove and up the wall hanging from the edge of the wood trim in the corner.  The whole time I am jumping up and down screaming, "Oh my god" as he hissed at he and I was sure I was in for it. 
     I jumped in fell swoop on top of the kitchen table and landed on my butt with my feet on the table and my knees buckled into the air, my hands behind me on the edge of the table watching the cat and screaming at the top of my lungs. (No kidding I could never do it if you asked me to). 
     Steve and mom were both in the dining room but they were laughing so hard they could not move.  As they cried from laughing so hard the cat suddenly jumped from the wall.  I bounced up and down yelling at the top of my lungs, "Oh my god" and he landed on the floor then immediately jumped for a window and clung to the curtain. 
     Steve and mom still laughing so hard they were buckled I jumped from the table and headed for the living room and jumped on the back of one of the couches still screaming and sure it was coming after me.  When I heard Steve and mom trying talking and then Josh came flying in the garage door I snuck back over to the doorway. 
     Josh took a dusting mop and with out one care in the world poked at the cat till it jumped on the bar and Steve hustled it out the door.  Everyone turned and looked at ME and then Josh said, "I thought you saw a spider!" 
     We all started laughing and thus the decision to keep the patio door closed at night till we get rid of the cat.  I swear we laughed for 10 more minutes until finally I was feeling pretty small and I walked away. 
     So let this be a lesson, keep your patio door closed at night.  I swear I'd be less scared of a bear. This makes me laugh out loud  but I certainly did not want to end up back in the hospital trying to explain that!  Damn wild beast cat!  
Laura Elizabeth

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

May Is coming! Should I exercise? BLAH!!!!

Soon it will be May and the sunsets are getting beautiful.  The world is going from the winter dreary, boring and darkened scenery.  We change our closets out and fill them with our colorful spring clothes and put away the black handbags and dark shoes.  We start to think about eating better, exercising and going to the beach.  I for one am having a hard time putting down the brownies and getting away from the chips and baked potatoes.  DUH!  How do we do that?  Everythnig is so good.  Food has become a comfort.  We dive into a bowl of icecream in the evening as if we are due to be hanged in the morning and we dread the thought of sweating on the workout machines.  I am at a loss.  Take away my fatty food and tell me to get up offf my ass and move seems as if my death sentace is coming.  The sunsets may be beautiful but the rather large moon that has grown and stays behind me almost dragging on the ground isn't really ready to transform.  I catch someone who knew me when I was a stick looking at me with that look on ther face and I know they are thinking, holy shit what happened to her.  Well I am like a old dirt road.  The rain falls on me once and a while and pats down the dirt making me loose the old look and then some days its dry and cracked and looks as if giraffes have barreled down it on a stampede.  I will come to terms with the food issues eventually but I just don't feel ready.  I know the time of year has come but my taste buds are begging for more!!!!!!!! 

Laura Elizabeth

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Story of a Caramel Corn maker...

I simply do not know what goes through my mind sometimes. Today is a warm 80 degree's in the south and here I am at home for the day. The book orders for today have been taken to the post office and I find myself craving home made caramel corn/With peanuts of course.

So I venture into the kitchen and begin to try and remember how to make it. Now keep in mind my stroke has left a tiny portion in my brain without memories, some significant and other totally meaningless. While I don't mind the fact that I have lost the trivial stuff the important memories are what I want and today it seems Caramel corn is at the top of the agenda.

Surprise to me I take a pen and pad and begin to jot down whats in this wonderful mess of tasty caramel (along with the peanuts) and I recall it's brown sugar, light Karo syrup, butter and salt boiled and then something is added to it to make it bubble up or fizz as one would have it. I can't decide if it's baking soda or baking powder but I figure the powder makes things raise and I also recall baking soda is the ingredient used when making volcano's with menthos and baking soda. So the decision is made it has to be baking soda.

After popping my corn, noticing the house is getting pretty warm and not being sure how much I need I popped a over extreme amount and proceeded to butter and salt it like I am going to eat it like that. Wondering if you should do that or not, but it sounded good. I was also keeping in mind that my mother makes he best popcorn in the house but she was laying in the sun and I did not want to disturb her and actually thought if it works out she will like the idea that I actually remember how to make the stuff.

I stopped and thought to myself, wow this is really sad, after spending years as the boy scout mom, the Fire Dept. entertaining food cooking lover of a good time and the person who orchestrated huge get togethers for group homes and cooked the majority of the food and all of the food at my own home I am struggling to make caramel corn. I laughed at myself and carried on.

I took out pans and poured the corn into them trying to decide what size, realizing it was going to take 2 pans that were huge to bake this in the oven. I thought, figures only you would pop enough corn for 50 people and I laughed again. After pouring this into several different baking pans I found 2 that I liked. Then the problem of how was I going to mix this shit together and I stood perplexed as to where I was going to get a pot or bowl big enough to mix it together.

Well rather than worry about it anymore I decided to use a few bowls and split the mixture up and pour it over each one and mix it together. So then I took several bowls out of the cupboard and put the popcorn in each one till I felt it was full but I could stir it easily. Keep in mind I already have baking pans that are now dirty and piled in a stack on the floor next to the sink because I didn't want my mother to see how many I had dirtied.

So now 7 bowls sit around with popcorn in them and I look at them and think “This is just crazy, quit” but oh no, not me I continue on. Now I'm not sure if my mother saw my mess because when she came in from outside I didn't even look for the mere fact I was engulfed in my project. But I do know this, she went in her bedroom and shut the door.

So back to the caramel corn. I put the caramel ingredients into a saute pan and cook them up and decide it looks right. Then the though emerges into my brain wondering how I am going to add the baking soda, because it's going to fizz up and the saute pan is not big enough. So I take out a large cooking pan and pour the caramel mixture into it then I add the baking soda amount that I see fit. All of the sudden this thought pops into my head that I had purchased a huge corn pot and it was in the garage on a shelf.

I removed the mixture from the stove and run out and climb the ladder to get it down, bring it in and wash it up and the take the seven bowls of popcorn and pour them all into the corn pot saying to myself Yep, this is gonna work”. I take the bowls and stack them on the floor next to the baking pans and then pour the mixture over the popcorn, add my can of peanuts and mix it up. Into the oven it went and it has been there for almost 45 minutes. I tasted it and damn if isn't really good. Hard to belive I worked in a bakery for three years and did everything isn't it.  (Laughing here).

I turn around to see my mess of sugar Karo syrup, butter wrappers and several mixing spoons everywhere. Then I look to the floor to see I have accumulated 17 pots pans and bowls and they all need to be washed. So this story is one that has a morel.

After all of this I realize I could have saved a lot of time by asking my mother or searching the internet for the answers to all my questions rather than create this huge mess. Now to clean it up before mom gets out of bed. Man I sound like a little kid who's going to get in trouble, but it's almost embarrassing that I do not remember a lot of this stuff.

Maybe I should stick to writing. Oh well, have a great day and stay out of the kitchen... I remember a lot of other recipes...Laughing here!

P.S. I took it out of the oven worrying if it would get hard like it was suppose to and Damn if it is hard and delicious. Recipe not included, laughing again!Laura Elizabeth