hand clouds faceLife is too short.

This is maybe one of the hardest facts of life to contend with, but it’s true – all of the people we care about will die one day. And even though this will never cease to be a tragic reality, and losing someone we care about will always, always cause emotional pain, we can use this honest, realistic knowledge to everyone’s advantage.

With this realization that our time on this earth is temporary, we can start to really feel appreciative of the time we get to spend with our loved ones. I’m not suggesting that you consume yourself with worrying that each time you see a friend, it might never happen again… but you should keep that thought somewhere in the back of your mind.

When we see our time with loved ones as a gift – one that we don’t know if and when we’ll ever get again – it makes the time that much more valuable.

This knowledge should prevent you from ever leaving important things unspoken; it should prevent you from walking away from a loved one in anger. Each moment we share with the people close to us is a gift, and wasting that time angry or letting problems go unresolved is an absolute squandering of that gift.

You never know what might happen – our loved ones can be taken from us at any time, for any reason. Make the most of every moment you have together. You never know when it will be your last.

On August 11, 2012 my Dad, Brian Klepinger, died unexpectedly. He decided to have some elective surgery and ended up with a major infection that ultimately shut down all of his vital organs. You never know what is going to happen in life, unless of course, if you are psychic…

The last time I talked to my dad was just less than a month before he died. It was mid July and my daughter and I were preparing to leave on a two-week trip to Europe to celebrate her high school graduation. He called me from his home in Colorado to wish us well and to let me know that he had decided to have this surgery while I’d be out of the country. I immediately had a bad feeling. I questioned him on the necessity of the surgery and if he was clear about the potential complications.

He explained that yes he felt the surgery was necessary. He loved to travel around the world and especially to remote out of the way places. Earlier in the year he narrowly escaped having a debilitating diverticulitis attack in the middle of some South American jungle. Fortunately the pain began just a day before he was to leave, so he ended up missing the trip and opting for an extended hospital stay.

He also assured me that any complications were minor and that there was nothing to be worried about. I continued to pepper him with questions and he seemed to have an answer for every one of them. Finally I told him that I hoped that it would turn out the way he had hoped and that I’d be really mad if he died while I was out of the country.

He was true to his word – he didn’t die while I was out of the country, he waited 9 days until after I returned. I called him the day I arrived back in the US and his 3rd wife told me he was home, asleep on the couch and needed his rest. She’d have him call me over the weekend. He didn’t call. By Monday he was experiencing severe pain and was readmitted to the hospital. I flew out as soon as I could and by the time I arrived in Denver on Wednesday morning, he was intubated and unconscious.

I am continually amazed at how unaware I am of what I’m aware of – I had a really bad feeling about the surgery and even though I tried to impress that upon my Dad, I never came out and said, “You are going to die.” Frankly I don’t know if that is what I should have done or if it’s even my right to say something like that to someone. Ultimately, it’s all about free will and free choice.

In my book, which is being released this summer, Art of Living Happy, I talk about the experience of him passing over:

Within 15 minutes the nurses had prepared him by removing his breathing tubes and the IV’s. We stepped into the cubicle. His wife and I each held one of his hands and my brother put his hand on my dad’s leg. I closed my eyes and immediately got a picture in my mind of what was happening. I explained what I was seeing to them.

“I see him above us, smiling. He wants us to know that he loves us and that he’s sorry for everything that happened. He loves you so much and wants to thank you for taking such good care of him.” I directed this toward his wife. “And Eric, he is telling you that he is proud of you and me too. I see a great light and he’s moving toward it. I see him reuniting with Grandma and Grandpa. It’s such a beautiful sight. The feeling of love is overwhelming.” Tears were streaming down my face, not from sadness but from joy – the joy of seeing him transition and entering the kingdom of love.

No matter how many issues you have with someone, death seems to melt them away. I found that my feelings of loss overwhelmed all of the other feelings that I had felt for my father throughout my life. I felt at peace with my father, maybe for the first time.

That was true until two days later when we arrived at the attorney’s office…

Yes, going to the attorney’s office changed everything. I was faced with more life lessons in which I discovered a lot more about myself. Including the fact that I do have a dark side, a very dark side.

Meanwhile my dad has been coming to me in various ways:

He came through as a vision to one of my clients, while we were in the middle of a healing session.

He showed himself to a friend of mine in her dream. She visualized my house and saw him sitting on the couch. A month later she came to my home for a dinner party and was shocked as my house was exactly what she saw in her dream – she had never been here before.

During a recent training weekend, my mentor channeled a message from him to me. Everyone else got messages from Buddha, Jesus and other ascended masters – thanks Dad!

He’s contacted me twice through a well-known medium, Roland Comtois, at two different events where only a handful of people were given messages.

He’s come through to my brother’s girlfriend in a healing session she had with a gifted energy healer.

He’s woken me up and had me write 2 pages of channeled information.

Not to mention, he’s always leaving me signs – usually in the form of cigarette smoke or white butterflies whenever I happen to be thinking of him.

Needless to say, he is making up for lost time. I’m glad that he has finally seen the light and that he is reaching out to me since his passing. I just wish he had been more open in this lifetime, so we could have healed our issues as we went rather than trying to do it all now.

This is another reason why I wrote my book, Art of Living Happy. I’m hoping it will inspire people to wake up and deal with their issues before they die. It’s so important to connect truthfully and openly with your loved ones on every level while you are alive and able to do so. I also know how difficult it is to discuss estate planning and what will happen when your loved ones dies, but let me tell you, it’s much easier to have some heated discussions now rather than to be left with a potential bomb that could blow your world up – like mine was. Don’t wait – we are all going to die, so get your affairs in order, or if you have parents, bring up the subject and sort out the issues so that everyone can be happy.

How about you? Have you had a bombshell explode after the death of a loved one? Have you been contacted by a loved one who has passed over? Are you looking to connect to your loved ones? Are you stuck or need help moving forward? Leave me your comments – I love discussing these issues.

Love and Blessings, ~Lisa

My life has been filled with a lot of drama. I was adopted at birth, molested as a 4 year old, date raped at 16 and physically abused by a boyfriend during my college years, which resulted in a fractured skull. I lived in San Francisco during the 1989 earthquake, and survived the fires of the Berkeley Hills in 1991. My father in law dropped dead of a heart attack while visiting our home in 1992 and our daughter was born with her esophagus not attached to her stomach in 1993. Not to mention the death of my husband when I was 37. I could go on, but I won’t. Whenever I’d share a few of these details with people I would always get the same response, “Wow, you should write a book!”

Well, I did. I started writing it soon after my husband, Ian, died from cancer in 2004. It started out as a memoir about my life up until Ian’s death. However, once I met, started dating and ultimately married my second husband, David, I put the book down, wanting to concentrate on all the happiness I was experiencing. For the first time, I felt I could fully embrace life and not dwell on past traumas.

In the fall of 2011, I decided I had to share my story. Since Ian’s death, I’d had such a dramatic shift, having given up accounting, started connecting to angels and the spirit world, and was coaching other people, both individuals and groups.

When I revisited the book this time, I focused the beginning on Ian’s death and my spiritual awakening the very moment he passed. It took me over a year and a half and I’m finally done! I could have never done it without my book coach, Caroline Allen from Art of Storytelling. If you have a desire to write a book, Caroline is the coach for you. My book is currently with my editor for the final polishing with the expected publication to be early summer of this year.

To give you an idea of what I’ve written in my book Art of Living Happy, here is an excerpt about my experience of connecting to the angels:

One of the girls, Barb, lived in London. She came to my home for a visit. We were chatting and she asked me if she could ask the angels a question. I told her I’d have to get a pad and pencil.
“Can’t I just ask the question, and then you just directly tell me the answer? Without writing it down? You know, just speak what they say?”
“I’ve never thought of doing that before. Ok, let’s give it a try.”
We sat on the floor in the guest room, crossed-legged and facing each other. I closed my eyes and said, “Ok, what’s your question?”
Barb said, “I want to know about the direction of my life. Am I on the right path?”
Suddenly, I felt as though a train dropped on top of my head. I felt this huge rush of energy pouring right into that spot.
“Welcome, Barb. We are glad you are here and are very happy to answer your question.” My voice sounded like a robot, mechanical and halting. “We want you to know that you are on your path and that…” The energy wouldn’t stop. My teeth started to chatter and I felt as though I was floating or being lifted off of the ground. My entire body was vibrating and my neck became stiff. No words were coming out; a rush of energy, like a lightning bolt, was coming through the top of my head.
I called out to Barb, “Make them stop! Make them go away!” I tried to push the words out of my mouth, because I felt as though I had no control over my body. “Tell them to go away!”
Barb said, “Stop! Angels, leave Lisa’s body now! She wants you to leave.”
As quickly as the energy rushed in, it rushed out. I felt light-headed and disoriented.
“Oh, my god, Lisa. Are you ok?” Barb asked.
I rubbed my forehead. “Oh God, I’m ok. I just need some water. That was crazy. I’ve never felt that way before. It was a rush, but scary too.”
Having the angel energy enter my body was mind-blowing. When I wrote down their messages on paper, the energy felt lightly connected; yet, when I opened myself up to channel the message through my voice, it was as though I became an untethered live electrical wire. The experience reminded of the time I touched the glowing red wire in a toaster with a knife.

In writing my book my goal was to not only tell my story, but to help support others who happen to find themselves in a similar situation. The more I share my story the more people I am connecting with who have had their own struggle. I had felt so alone and now I’m finding a whole community of people who understand where I have been or who are just starting out and appreciate the support they are finding from my experiences.

I’d love to know if you have ever had a psychic experience? Please leave me a comment below and tell me all about it. I find all of this so fascinating – and the best part is now I get to help people all over the world connect to spirit and help them with any issue that they are dealing with, so they can live a happier life. Let me know how I can help you.

Love and Blessings, ~Lisa

Living a Life of Enchantment

This past week my husband, David, and I stayed two nights in Sedona, Arizona. I had never been to Sedona before and was completely blown away by the beauty, magnificence and especially by the power that exuded from the stunning red rocks that surrounded the town.

What made the stay even lovelier was the fact that we lodged at the Enchantment Resort. Check out the view from the pool, absolutely spectacular!

Besides having breathtaking scenery the Enchantment Resort was a wonderland of spiritual activities. Throughout the day they offered a variety of free events that you could participate in which included a morning intention ritual in the Crystal Grotto, an evening guided mediation, a Vortex lecture and walk as well as guided hiking tours to connect you to the earth. I found the staff and the entire facility to be warm, and welcoming. While I sat at the pool enjoying the views and the serenity, I could hear notes from a Native American flute wafting through the air. Apparently one of the locals likes to hike up to the Kachina Woman Vortex to play his flute for all to enjoy.

David and I signed up for the hiking tour, which was from 9 – 11:30am. Our guide, Jamie picked us up, along with three other charming guests, and drove us into town to a parking lot for one of the local plumbers. Apparently there are trailheads all throughout the town. We were a bit skeptical at first, but after about two minutes of walking on the trail we never saw any sign of town for the next 2.5 hours.  The hike was life affirming and not just because of the scenery and the wildlife we saw, which included a Peregrine falcon and the scat from a bobcat, but because of the amazing conversation I had with Jamie.

Jamie grew up in Flagstaff, not far from Sedona, and she followed her parent’s direction and advice by graduating college and then receiving her master’s degree in education. However after she completed her studies she felt she had “done her duty” and that it was time to follow her true desires and passions. She is now leading hikes and as I understand it she is in charge of two departments at The Enchantment Resort. What I loved about her story is that she said with great enthusiasm, “I love my job! Even though a lot of my friends think I’m nuts, I don’t care, because I’m so happy!” Every six months she gets 3 weeks off, so she travels the world. She just returned from New Zealand and cant wait to go back.

Well, all I can say is that Jamie’s story is a perfect example of the Art of Living Happy! It was so exciting to bear witness to another person living the life of their dreams.

My question to you – are you an example of the Art of Living Happy? If you are living a happy life share what you are doing and why you love it so much. If you aren’t living a happy life, tell me why and what you wish you were doing. Maybe we can figure out how to help you achieve your goal! Either way leave a comment and let’s start the conversation.

Love and Blessings,
~Lisa

Welcome to Art of Living Happy!  I’m Lisa Jones and I’d love for you to watch my short video. I’m off to vacation in Ireland for a couple of weeks to visit my husband’s family. Enjoy my video and while I’m away buy the books I recommend and sign up the the inspirational conferences I’ve listed below. I guarantee these will change your life for the better!!!

Hay House, Inc.

I live a happy life.  I truly enjoy life and I am grateful everyday for the blessings that have been bestowed upon me.  My life hasn’t always been so happy.  One of the most difficult times was when my husband, Ian, was in his final months of life.  Every time we would venture out into the world to participate in life, the looks and stares we would get from other people were devastating.  There were looks of horror, glances of pity and the worst were the blatant whispers and pointing of fingers.  Remembering these moments makes me weak in the knees and leaves a pit of fury in my stomach.

Our final date - 2003 Christmas Party

Even more difficult than enduring those moments of discomfort were the times I would be walking down the street, by myself, and watching the interactions of others.  The mother pushing the baby carriage then stopping to bend down to straighten the blanket and then tenderly kissing the baby.  The group of teenagers oblivious to everyone else, laughing, teasing and thinking nothing bad will ever happen to them.  The most difficult was watching a pair of lovers, holding hands, window shopping, giggling and stopping for an embrace before crossing the street.  I felt as though I was trapped behind a glass wall, cut off from the happiness of life.  I knew that none of this was possible for me, at this time, and it broke my heart.

My heart broke again the other day.  Robbie, my fourteen year old, and I were eating pizza at an outside cafe.  We were laughing, Robbie was texting his friends, I was checking my email on my iphone and life was good.  Robbie went in to pay the bill.  As I took a deep breath and felt the joy of my life, a man and boy walked past my table.  I only saw them from behind.  The man, the father, was walking next the the boy, the son, with his arm around him.  I caught a glimpse of a black eye patch around the boy’s head.  The boy’s hair was thin and frazzled, just like Ian’s hair was, after all the chemo therapy treatments.  The boy walked with a limp and was extremely frail.  I would guess that this boy was in the throws of a cancer battle.  Tears welled up within my eyes and a lump caught in my throat.  Here I was now casting a glance at such a sad story and there was nothing I could do to change it.

The way to enjoy life when life isn’t so happy is to always look for the goodness in every moment.  There was nothing I could do to change the situation I observed the other day.  What I can do is be grateful for every thing in my life, even the bad things, because I now know that when bad things happen the good things are so much better then they could have ever been before.