Oh my Gosh!

 

Do you want to know what YOU can do to help this world?

Have you ever wondered how to know if you are following your own DIVINE Guidance?

I feel like I’m on a soapbox today … Click here to watch the video and listen to the whole message that my Guides and Spirits want you to hear.

Remember in my readings there are always 3 cards:

  1. BLOCKAGE
  2. ACTION
  3. OUTCOME

Where we are all stuck is ACTION. Whether it is in your life or in the world, we are all too LACKADAISICAL! 

We are all just sitting around and not doing what we need to do, what we KNOW we are led to do.

I want you to take the time to tap in and tune in to your HEART!

We are always blaming everyone else but if we take the time to make ourselves happy it will go out to the rest of the world!

Click here to watch the video (I’ve even added in an extra card at the end for anyone who missed the LIVE reading).

I’m sending you Love and Blessings from Maui,
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Does this ever happen to you?

You have something you’re burning to share, you have a way to help, a way to ease the angst being felt by another and yet you’re not sure you’re being heard? 

Don’t you wish you could just say “Can you hear me? Let me know if you’re there!”

You CAN do what I did! Ask and then allow the answer to come to you.

There is an energy out there that is bigger than us … just remember that you are always loved and always being taken care of!

I know it’s a crazy time around the world right now.

There are Hurricanes, Fires and Earthquakes … there’s a lot of fear and angst

I decided to pull some cards to figure out what’s going on.

Remember … in my 3-card pull our first card is blockage, the second one is the action card, and the third is the outcome card. Click here to watch the video. (Wow! The energy on the day of this reading was so wonky! Sure, I could’ve had the video polished up and removed the part where the video cut out and I had to go plug in, but I thought this was just another example of what this reading was all about.) 

We need more silence! We need to stop yelling at each other. We need to send love, we need … click here to watch the reading.

I’m sending you LOVE,
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I started to cry

Last week I shared with you the very first time I discovered the secret to connecting directly with God

This week it’s time to begin talking to Angels!

Here is a snippit from the middle of chapter #5, my first Angel Reading .

Love,

 

 

 


From page 80 of my book

When we arrived, we were greeted by the smell of wild and exotic incense. The owner of the store welcomed us and told us that Penny would do a free fifteen minute angel-reading for each of us. Lisa went first; she disappeared behind a closed door in the back of the store. I wandered around looking at all the Indian and wolf paintings on the walls and thumbed through the books on crystals, healings, meditation, and tarot. I hadn’t realized how complex and intricate this world was, how deep it went. There were all sorts of categories I wasn’t very familiar with. It was an eye-opening experience.

When it was my turn, I walked to the back of the store. Penny greeted me and showed me where to sit. The room was small with just enough room for a card table and a chair on each side. She asked my name and took out a stack of cards, shuffled them and put them face up on the table. There was some angelic music softly playing. Penny started to read the cards.

She said that the angels wanted to let me know that they were with me during this difficult time. I started to cry. She said my angels were always with me and that if I needed anything to just ask them for their help. I can’t remember if Penny asked me more questions or what exactly she told me, but I remembered feeling both overwhelmed and reassured at the same time. I left the store with an angel CD and the book Angelspeake: How to Talk with Your Angels, by Barbara Mark and Trudy Griswold.

The book’s directions were simple. You cleared your mind, prayed to your angels, and then you began to write what you heard inside your head. The first time I did it, I was hooked. I wrote that my angels loved me, that they were surrounding me at all times, and the more I talked to them, the more easily the readings would become. Here’s one of my first angel self-readings:

Your life has meaning for others. You just
have to present the material in such a way
that people find it useful and inspiring. You
are off to a great start. Keep writing and
keep thinking. Your message will be loud
and clear, you just need to hone your skills
to be able to share the information that is
most important to other people. We are here
to help you and to guide you—don’t get
frustrated or discouraged. This is a path
that you will continue to follow for the rest
of your life. It’s not a race; it’s a journey.
Know that we are always here and always
with you. Just continue to write and again,
your message will come through.

Love and blessings, your Angels

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“What a remarkable book!

Lisa Jones’s courageous journey through the loss of her young husband to discovering joy and meaning in her life is deeply compelling and inspirational. It’s so well written that there were times when I was so caught up in the story that I wanted to race ahead to see what happened, the same way I do in a paperback thriller. And there were times that I was touched beyond measure at the valiant vulnerability of this story. I highly recommend this book.”

– Denise Linn, best-selling author of 18 books,
including Sacred Space and Soul Coaching®

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Are you enjoying our journey together, our journey back to the beginning, back to when my gift was revealed to me?

Let’s continue at the beginning of chapter #5 with the very first time I discovered the secret to connecting directly with God

Love,

 

 

 


From page 65 of my book

I remember the very first time I discovered the secret to connecting directly with God. I was six and living in Minnesota with my family while my father pursued his doctoral degree.

It happened at a YMCA summer day camp. One of the male camp counselors, a gangly guy about sixteen, started bouncing a rubber dodge ball off the top of my head. I would scream every time he did it, but he thought it was funny. Once I realized he wasn’t going to stop, my fight-or-flight instincts kicked in, and I took off running, darting toward the YMCA building. He chased after me. I was terrified; I didn’t know what he would do to me if he caught me, and I had no interest in finding out.

I entered the building, looked back and saw he was still coming. I ran into the ladies’ locker room, positive that he would follow me in. I spotted an open locker and climbed inside. Putting my back to the wall, I slid down to my butt, brought my knees to my chest and pulled the door shut. Then I barely breathed—I just sat there in sheer terror, the kind you can only feel as a little kid. After a few minutes, I realized that he wasn’t coming in. I was relieved until it hit me that no one else would be coming in either.

I was trapped in the locker.

I pounded on the thin metal door with my hands and started to scream, “Help me! Let me out!” Once I heard my voice and realized how alone it sounded, the panic started to set in. It was the end of the day, and no one was there. My heartbeat was deafening, and I didn’t know what to do. I started to kick the door with my right foot. After some time I was able to get my foot pushed out between the door and the locker frame. By bashing the bottom of the door, I managed to bend it open. My leg moved in and out, but the door still remained latched. I was completely trapped.

After ten minutes of screaming, kicking and pounding, the energy started to drain out of me. It was only when I finally stopped fighting that I began to calm down. In the quiet, my mind was free to wander and seek. I remembered something my Sunday school teacher had told me a few days earlier:

“If you ever need help, you can always ask God.”

I took a deep breath, and put my hands into a prayer position. I spoke aloud, my tiny voice an echo in those metal walls of the locker: “Dear God, please, please help me get out of here.”

A calm rose from my stomach and a wave of love washed over me. I heard a voice in my head: Look down and press the metal rod up.

I looked down and saw a round silver rod that ran from the top of the locker door. I could see that the rod didn’t go all the way to the bottom. I dropped my right hand out of the prayer position, and I was able to put my finger under it. I pressed it and the door burst open. I couldn’t believe it!

I scrambled out of the locker, relieved and empowered. I felt I could do anything. I was glad to be free, of course, but something much larger and consequential happened that day. I was more elated that I had just discovered how to relate directly to God.

I also realized, for the first time, that I was truly alone in this world. I was a separate human entity from everyone and everything. There was no one there to ask for help. Not my parents, or my brother or anyone else in the entire world. I only had me. I was alone, yet God was there to guide and protect me. This thought anchored in me. Going forward, I’d make decisions and take action with God always there to provide me with guidance and love.

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“Lisa Jones intimately engages the reader
in the experience of the loss of her beloved husband and the discovery of a new life, and
everything in between.

With courage and tenacity, and the promise of tomorrow, she gives the reader permission to step through grief, experience love again, explore new avenues of life, and she whole-heartedly encourages the reader to be the champion of their destiny.

“With God, Spirit, Angels and her beloved departed family members by her side, Lisa embarks on a life-altering journey that will envelope you. Her words, stories and experiences will gently remind you that you, too, can weather the storms of life.

“Her greatest lesson is: “Until you are aware of why you believe in certain ideas, you just take them as truth, rather than wondering how you came to them.” Truth lives deep within the sanctuary of the heart. Art of Living Happy is not just a book, it’s an experience of life.”

– Roland M. Comtois, author of
And Then There Was Heaven,
A Journey of Hope and Love,
and 16 Minutes …
When One Breath Ends,
Another Begins

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Are you ready to continue on our journey together, our journey back to the beginning, back to when my gift was revealed to me?

Let’s jump to chapter #2.

Love,

 

 

 


From page 34 of my book

I was scared to go home. For nearly a month, my mother and the rest of my family had been constantly at my side, both at home and on the ship. When I got back this time, I’d really be alone for the first time—the thought paralyzed me. I’d spent the last year and a half preparing for Ian’s death with my therapist; we talked through the stages of grief, some of which I had experienced while Ian was still alive. Now that Ian was dead, I was simply lost. I didn’t think I could go home and raise the children by myself. On one hand, I felt such a sense of relief that things were over, which I felt far too guilty about to express to anyone. I was also so pissed at Ian for leaving us. I knew he was gone, but I wasn’t able to fully process it or face it. The thought of living on my own was just too terrifying to stare at directly.

Right away, I threw myself into all the things I couldn’t seem to find time to do while Ian was sick: redecorating, landscaping, exercising, getting a new water heater, doing our taxes. As long as I kept busy, I knew I would be free from any pain. It had always been that way for me, and I took on my chores with a newfound verve.

Ian may have been gone, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t exist anymore. For one thing, strange electrical things kept happening in the house. Before he died, two new electric blankets hadn’t been working, the garage door opener had been stuck, and the computer had been flickering, then suddenly after his death they all started working again. I was sure Ian was behind it all.

Two weeks after the cruise, I had to face my first holiday without him. It was the night before Easter, and I was lying in bed thinking about the Easter eggs. It was raining, and I was thinking how I would need to hide the brightly colored plastic eggs, filled with candy, coins and toys, in the house instead of in the yard. Ian was always in charge of the holidays. He loved them and went over the top in preparing for them.

He was the one who usually hid the eggs, and I loved him for that; now I was angry with him for not being there, for not handling all this. I didn’t want to have to carry everything, but even more so, I didn’t want to disappoint the kids. Hadn’t they been through enough?

I looked out the window at the rain. When I turned back to the room, Ian was standing right there. I was stunned, I didn’t move for fear he would disappear. He looked healed and healthy, his normal weight. I knew immediately that I was not imagining it; I was actually seeing his ghost. Seeing him was comforting and confusing at the same time. Yet, overall it felt like a gift, an amazing blessing that was unfolding right before my eyes. He stepped forward, gave me a big hug, and simply said telepathically, “Trust me.” On the same night that Jesus rose from the dead, my husband returned.

After the hug, he went to lie down on the bed. Slowly, right before my eyes, he faded away. At first I was confused, but then I quickly felt comforted. I understood why he was there; he had just given me permission, not just about the Easter eggs, but to celebrate all things in my life in my own way.

In many ways with Ian’s death, life became new. I wasn’t tied down with the worry, despair, anger, and physical demands of caring for a dying person. I still had waves of grief from his loss, bad days mixed in with the good, but I also felt like now, finally, I could live life again.

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“As a filmmaker, I first knew Lisa (Sharpe) Jones as an actress of great spirit and sensitivity.

Thus, I could not have been surprised that she would channel this same spirit and sensitivity into her writing. However, her memoir Art of Living Happy is a revelation of sorts. Weaving seamlessly between universally shared human dramas of love, death and money and the more inexplicable realm of the Wisdom of the Ages, psychic phenomenon and angels, Lisa invites us to share in her journey to spiritual awakening with such a simple and direct style that believers and disbelievers will all relate in some way to her quest to find her own truth and to live it fully. A captivating and inspiring journey from start to finish.”

– David Giardina, award-winning filmmaker
and director of Taffy Was Born

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An irony of life: You learn everything just at the time you need to know it. Never before.

Over the last several months I’ve been sharing with you the ways in which I am able to use my gift to help others. I have shared Card Readings, Channeled Messages and Divine Downloads. There have been a few meditations and some tips and tricks from my personal life.

I haven’t always known I had this gift!

I was raised in a religious household, I was taught to believe in God and follow his word. I was NOT raised with the belief that we can, individually, speak directly to God or Spirit and receive messages and guidance from them.

This month I have decided to go back to the beginning, back to when this new life began, back to when my gift was revealed to me …

I’d like to take you on a journey …

Love,

 

 

 


From page 17 of my book

When Ian first got sick, I realized I’d never seen a picture of him being baptized, nor had he spoken about it. I prayed that he had, so I asked him about it. He said he didn’t know and didn’t care. How could he not care? Wasn’t he concerned about his soul? Didn’t he realize that there was a chance he would rot in hell? Even though he attended Jesuit High School in Sacramento, he was one of the few boys there who was not Catholic.

I decided to track down Ian’s aunt in California who raised him the first six months of his life. Aunt Dottie didn’t remember getting him baptized, but she did give me the name of her church so I could call and check the records myself. I called and found that there was no record there. At this point, I was alarmed.

I grilled Ian’s adoptive mother about it. I sat across from her in the pinstriped swivel chair and launched right in: “I was just wondering if you ever had Ian baptized? Maybe you have a record of it. Do you think the hospital baptized him at his birth?”

She raised her eyebrows above her baby blue eyes. Her perfectly coiffed white hair was drawn straight back and delicately secured at the nape of her neck. Her socks coordinated with the hair clip, as was her way. A small uncomfortable laugh escaped from her throat.

“Lisa, you know churches and I don’t get along. I can’t even walk into one without bursting into tears. Why on earth would I get Ian baptized? Why do you even care?” Her formal manner stiffened more than usual.

Completely desperate now, I let it explode out of me: “Marian, don’t you get it? If Ian wasn’t baptized, he won’t go to heaven!”

She was not fazed; in fact, she seemed dismissive. “Oh, don’t be silly dear. Ian is going to be fine, just fine.”

She seemed just so sure of herself and what she supposedly knew. In fact, she didn’t think he was going to die at all. She was in total denial, just like Ian’s stepbrother, Mike, and even Ian himself at the time. Back then, I was the only one that accepted what was going to happen. I just wasn’t sure what would happen to Ian after he died, and that was what I found so terrifying—it was almost more terrifying than his death itself.

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“What a remarkable book!

Lisa Jones’s courageous journey through the loss of her young husband to discovering joy and meaning in her life is deeply compelling and inspirational. It’s so well written that there were times when I was so caught up in the story that I wanted to race ahead to see what happened, the same way I do in a paperback thriller. And there were times that I was touched beyond measure at the valiant vulnerability of this story. I highly recommend this book.”

– Denise Linn, best-selling author of 18 books,
including Sacred Space and Soul Coaching®

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Boundaries has been a theme for me this past week – how about for you?

I decided to do a quick reading about boundaries, and how best to deal with them.

Watch the video now.

I think the Guides and Angels gave us some really good ideas on how to honor ourselves.

Have you had issues with boundaries recently?

I’d love to know what you do to stay firm.

I’m curious if you think the outcome card I pulled is correct?

If you haven’t watched the video, check it out!

I’m sending you big hugs and lots of Aloha!

 

 

 


Do you believe?

Do you believe that with a little Divine Guidance the answers you seek, the life you are striving for, the new love will be found?

Do you just need to know if you are on the right path?

Today is the day to take advantage of a Private 1-on-1 reading with Lisa …

Book your Angel reading today!

Watch the video

Do you remember that movie?

Where the reporter kept falling asleep and the next day was the same … every single day?

I feel like that happens to me sometimes, in my life.

I thought it would be a great time to ask Spirit what we can do to overcome this rut we get into.

I pulled some cards(see what they were and the meaning for them in this video.)

I thought this was a really fun idea to find out from Spirit what we can do to shake it up and get out of our own way!

Love and Blessings,

 

 

 

P.S. Are you feeling stuck in a rut, too? Would you like a private 1-on-1 reading to get even more specific guidance? Schedule your Angel reading here.


Do you believe?

Do you believe that with a little Divine Guidance the answers you seek, the life you are striving for, the new love will be found?

Do you just need to know if you are on the right path?

Today is the day to take advantage of a Private 1-on-1 reading with Lisa …

Book your Angel reading today!

Watch the video

Have you ever lost a loved one suddenly?

Maybe you’ve lost someone you loved, and didn’t get a chance to say goodbye?

Check out my video here.

I lost my husband when I was 37, but it wasn’t sudden and because I’m a medium, I’ve been able to keep in touch with him on a regular basis.

I know first hand how difficult it is for people who lost a loved one suddenly or felt like they didn’t get to say goodbye – in fact when I lost my mom 3 years ago, it was a total shock!

We had just been together on vacation in Hawaii and then a week later she collapsed and died from having a stroke.

I was heartbroken

It truly was the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced …

Fortunately I’ve again been able to be in touch with her on a regular basis which has helped me move forward.

I realize that most people don’t have this ability or opportunity, so I’ve decided to create a program to help people with sudden loss.

I was thinking you might have some ideas as to what would be most helpful for people who have experienced this – maybe even you have experienced this first hand?

Feel free to respond to this email with ideas as to what you think would help you, or someone you know who has lost a loved one suddenly.

Did you see the video?

Watch it now!

Hope you have a wonderful day – and thanks (in advance) for any ideas you might share with me.

Love and Blessings,

 

 

 


Do you believe?

Do you believe that with a little Divine Guidance the answers you seek, the life you are striving for, the new love will be found?

Do you just need to know if you are on the right path?

Today is the day to take advantage of a Private 1-on-1 reading with me …

Book your Angel reading today!

I’m ready!

As a little girl it NEVER crossed my mind …
 

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Click here to watch the video

I followed the rules … I did what I was told and I became an accountant.

My dad had it in his mind that I’d make tons of money because that’s what he believed success was.

At age 37 I became an instant millionaire and it did NOT make me happy.

It was NOT about the money!

I felt guilty.

I felt shame.

I wanted to give it back!

I started using my money to help more people and I can’t tell you how gratifying it’s been.

I talked to my Angels and Guides and they gave me 3 tips about money (click here to watch the video) to share with you …

1. Money is energy … that’s IT! Just energy.
2. Your belief around money creates the FLOW or the LACK. It’s endless … just because one person has it doesn’t mean another can’t.

We can all HAVE it!
3. Guilt, shame and fear can only create unhappiness around money.

They also wanted us to know how to EMBRACE the money … 3 simple steps.

Click here to see what those 3 simple steps are.

Love and Blessings,

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