October 7th, 2019

Encounter With An Angel While Hiking



















Encounter With An Angel While Hiking:

A Cross Found On A Trail While Hiking!

A few weeks ago my partner and I were hiking on Monte Sano, which we do quite often. On this path, we came across where someone had taken the time out to put together this nice cross made out of sticks and tied together propped up by large stones near this nice tree with moss. Down aways, someone tied a ribbon on a branch. I got this feeling that we were being watched by beings not so nice. As we walked down the path Jesus was whispering in my ear to stop on the way back at the cross, hold hands with Sue and pray at the cross.

We reached a fork in the road. There was a large boulder there that we stopped and rested on before we started back on the path. As we caught our breath we decided to start back. As we started back down the trail a very tall man approached us. He must have been at least six foot four inches tall, very blonde curly hair and bright blue eyes. First, he approached Sue and said hello, then he approached me and said hello looking directly into our eyes with a sparkle. As he continued down the path he broke off what looked like a dowsing rod and whipped back and forth the path like he was clearing it for us as we moved down the path rather swiftly. Back and forth, back and forth, using a very distinct rhythm. As we were following behind him, knowing all along he was an Angel, protecting us from whatever was out there in the forest, I could feel something out there, something was telling me not to let Sue pass me or get up beside me, so I kept watching behind me making sure she wasn’t close to me. Also watching for the cross. Never see the cross and the next thing we knew, we were back at the road and the blonde tall man was gone and we were back at the road we started out on. The photos are taken on that very hike so you can get an idea of where we are. Beautiful.

November 7th, 2018

Healing Thoughts For You

Healing Thoughts For You!!!

I don’t know about you but I need hugs from my family and friends. Life has a way of knocking you down now and then and a nice hug from family and friends will bring you right out of your depression and put you on the right path the Angels want you to be on. I do not know what I would have done without the protection of the Angels. They are always here for me. It’s so comforting to know they are holding me up with I feel sad. Which isn’t too often. The Angels have gifted me after all my struggles and tribulations through the years. I feel so happy and content in this part of my life and I thank them from the bottom of my heart. I hope you have the best day ever. Life is too short to waste it. Love life and embrace it with all you have. Love others and do to them as you want things done to you. Send love everywhere. Tell your family and friends you love them all the time. Hug them when you have the chance. Keep them close. Be kind to everyone. Send nothing but love out to the Universe and it will come back at you tenfold. Thank God every day for the blessings she/he is giving you each and every day. Love life and be happy. You deserve it. You have earned it. Let yourself go and embrace the love surrounding you. Don’t be afraid. Enjoy Life!!!

September 22nd, 2018

My Latest Work!!!

My Latest Work!!!

Since my partner Justine Shrider became ill the Angels have not requested a painting for anyone until this past August. I thought I would share it with you. I hope you enjoy it.

Angels are sending much love to Shehnaz Soni.

April 17th, 2018

At Peace!!!

At Peace!!!

I am going into my 5th month since Justine passed in November. I seem to be at peace with my situation and trying to move on and have a life. I seem to want to keep busy all the time. Doing this and doing that.

I think the greatest thing I am doing for myself that is making me feel at peace,  is being a caregiver to a sweet little 88 year old woman who has dementia. She is a hoot and we get along great. We have many of the same interests. I have only been doing this a month, but taking care of her a few hours a day has changed my life and has given me peace within in some strange way.


In many of my past lives I have been a caregiver in one form or another. This must be my calling in life. I have been a caregiver to three of my partners who passed from cancer. That is 44 years of my life being with anther person who at the end needed care giving. I am not a Christian by any means, but I am very spiritual and totally believe in God and know that there is a place to go beyond death. I am AT PEACE!

I think everyone needs to be at peace with their lives at one point. Sometimes it takes allot of living to be at peace with yourself. It took me a life time of many lessons to get to this point. In August I will be 70 and it has taken me this long to be at peace with myself and my life. We all have our lessons to learn in our life span. I hope that you can see what you have accomplished in your life time and the changes that has taken place for you.

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December 20th, 2017

Cancer Won Once More!!!

Cancer Won Once More!

Cancer won once more. On November 19, 2017 I lost my partner, Justine Shrider, to cancer.

She fought for a little over two years before she finally stepped back to her cancer and allowed her cancer to take over and bring her to her final destination. Home!

Cancer Won Once More!

We had 11 wonderful years together. The last two were spent fighting the cancer that was trying to take Justine’s life.

Let’s be honest, loosing your loved one to cancer is a horrific loss and a horrible thing to have to go through, but a welcome one when finally the loved one who is suffering is finally put to rest. The battle is over.

There is a relief that is unexplained. The caregiver, watches their loved one from day to day, feeling helpless to take the problem away, until that person takes their last breath. The battle is finally over.

Cancer Won Once More!

Justine was my third partner to die from cancer. The first one I was 31, the second partner I was 55 and this time I am 69. Each one was totally different.

This one I feel very peaceful about. The way Justine was able to go out was very gracious. She went out without pain and at peace. Each step seemed planned by something higher than the both of us. Justine died very graciously.

My first two partners suffered a great deal in their last hours. I made sure Justine had the medicine she was suppose to take at the times she was suppose to take them and gave her her supplements when she could take them.

I feel that I had a great deal to do with the way she left. I know she is so happy to be where she is right now and I am happy that she is there.

Cancer Won Once More!

As you can see by her picture that she looks beautiful. This picture was taken of Justine Shrider just a week before she died. No one believed that she was as sick as she was because she always had that sparkle in her eyes and she always glowed, looking beautiful. Cancer won once more!

I guess you can say cancer has played a big part of my life. I must have been put here on earth to be a caregiver of cancer.

The color pink has been totally ruined for me because when I see pink all I think about is cancer and not the color pink. I do know one thing, that no cure will save anyone’s life unless they actually want to stay here on earth to live.

Most people die from cancer because by the time it’s found it’s too late and they are already so tired of fighting cancer that they are grateful to leave and be out of their misery. Justine fought and went through more than any one human being should.

She put up a good fight, but it was just too much. Cancer won once more!

by: Pama Lyons


July 16th, 2017

Cancer and Living With Cancer On A Daily Basis!









Cancer and Living With Cancer On A Daily Basis!

Cancer is one of the most brutal and cruel diseases on the planet. This is my third partner with cancer. The first two died. This partner is fighting and moving forward in her healing and fight to not let it get her down.

Cancer Diagnosis

Two years ago her first cancer diagnosis was stage 4 thyroid cancer. Her surgery consisted of removing the thyroid, along with some lymph nodes and a jugular vein. Four months later the cancer tumor started growing back between her esophagus and her spine. It was closing off her swallowing and she was getting to the point where she was unable to barely swallow food. Her ENT doctor recommended a specialist in Birmingham who did a surgery that was not done here in Huntsville. A total laryngectomy which included the removal of her voice box. They also took a flap from her arm and rebuilt her esophagus because they had to remove her original esophagus. They had to graft skin from her thigh onto her arm. after being in and out of the hospital from infections and calcium over does she finally straightened out to a livable but hard condition. She is now 78. You can imagine how difficult this was, but she is a fighter and trooper through all this.

Losing Loved Ones from Cancer!

I had already lost two partners from cancer, you can imagine my reaction when my partner was told she had stage four thyroid cancer. My first thought was that I wanted to commit suicide. I did not want to have to go through this horrible ordeal again. What is God thinking? Why am I learning these lesson in one life span? Can’t I learn one lesson in each life span? Why am I the one who is always watching the person that is most important in my life die a horrible death? When her cancer came back the second time I pulled up my britches along with her two sons and family and we pulled through this one. The doctor said that they got all the tumor so therefore no extra treatments were needed. Just to keep an eye out and keep track of how she is progressing.

Cancer CT Scans!

Scheduled for her first CT to make sure that cancer had not come back. Prior to that, she had a swollen lymph node come up on her neck. She did not tell me about this when it happened but waited until the appointment for her first CT. The doctor was concerned and wanted to remove it and do a biopsy. She agreed before thinking about it and was under the impression it was going to be an outpatient procedure and nothing to it. The more we got into it the more it felt like possible major surgery might be involved. She decided to cancel it and decided that she did not want to be bothered with any more medical procedures. She had had enough.

ENT for Cancer Screening!

She wanted her regular doctor to take over her care of keeping an eye out on her cancer. They sent her back to see her ENT specialist here. Her doctor examined the swollen lymph node. He recommended that she do a needle biopsy to check if it had cancer. She decided she did not want to know and take one day at a time. You can imagine the daily fear but she is so brave. You would not know that fear is involved.

This has been a stressful journey for both of us. Healing sessions on her have held off my depression. I no longer feel I need the help of medication.  So I will continue to do the healing session on her plus she has agreed to take Frankincense, in hope that this will keep her cancer at bay and it will never return.


July 16th, 2017

Childhood Memories! Thinking Back!

Childhood Memories

Childhood memories. I decided to write an autobiography on childhood memories. This seems to be a good topic for my blog. I am willing to share.  Others could relate to my experiences. Unfortunately, I am the kind of person who actually remembers mostly sad and bad things more quickly than I remember the good things that happened to me in my childhood memories.

When my mother became pregnant with me she was on her way to a divorce. My father turned out to be a bigamist, liar, and con man. Before my mother married Edwin Lyons, we lived in Bakersfield, California.

My mother has always worked as a waitress throughout our lives. My grandmother, Eva OGwin, we all called Momma, took care of me while my mother worked. Of course, I became very attached to my grandmother and didn’t want much to do with my mother. Momma also took care of my two boy cousins Rusty and Ronny, who belonged to my Aunt Opal. Rusty (Gary) is three years older than me and Ronny was two years older than me, deceased at the age of 45 from cancer. I was born in 1948. My father’s name was Joseph John Paige. Before I was born, my mother found out he was a bigamist. Still married to his first wife. He had four children with him. At the time he bought my mothers wedding ring from a friend and the check bounced. Mother had him prosecuted and he spent 1 and 1/2 years in San Quintin. In Bakersfield, my mother wrote the prison to tell my father he had a girl. My mother told me when he got out of prison he came to Bakersfield to see me. Took me out for the day and gave me a photo album he made in prison. I still have it to this day. I do not remember this day. I was only one year old. His best friend in prison was a murder. Joseph having a prison record had totally ruined his life. Those of you who are thinking of breaking the law, don’t do it. It will follow you the rest of your life and good jobs usually won’t hire people who have a record.

Childhood memories. When my mother worked, Momma took care of all three of us. When my boy cousins wanted to go somewhere and I wanted to go with them, she would tell me a Big Black Boogy Man would jump out from behind the bushes and get me. This was supposed to keep me from wanting to go with my cousins. Apparently, it worked very well. I do not remember this part of my life as well. What I do remember is my mother meeting someone in Holtville, California, named Edwin Lyons, married him. I was told that she wanted to get me away from my grandmother. We moved to Holtville. Edwin adopted me and I was two years old. One year later they had my little sister Debbie. Our birthdays are one week exactly apart. Mine is August 23 and Debbie’s is August 16.

Remembering My Childhood At It’s Earliest

Childhood memories. The earliest that I remember is when I was around three. All the family was gathered around the kitchen table and people were crying. My father, who adopted me when I was two, was crying. They were talking about grandpa passing away. I do not remember why but everyone was so sad.

My Scary Story

Childhood memories. Remember me telling you about my grandmother scaring me to keep me from going somewhere with my cousins? She did a very good job installing the Big Black Boogeyman in my memories. Every night until I was nine years old I had the same bad dream. I was being chased by a Big Black Boogeyman. There was always a bush next to me while I was running. Every night I would have to sleep with one of my parents because I woke up screaming. When I was nine, I was sleeping with my mother, which was a nightmare in its self. If you moved it would wake her up and she would scream at you. One night I was sleeping with her and I felt someone staring at me. I sat up in bed and looked to see who it was. My grandmother who lived over 400 miles away, was standing at the end of the bed, laughing and wringing her hands. She started to reach for me and I started screaming bloody murder. Woke everyone up in the house. The next day, I was afraid to go to the bathroom by myself because I was afraid I would see her coming after me again. That night after all those years, broke the spell of having the Boobyman dream. I never had it again. To this day I can see that Boobyman chasing me like it was yesterday and I’m 68. That is something that will never leave my memory.

Memories of the Life Starting In Holtville

Childhood memories. We lived in a house that I believe my step grand mother owned. It was a small stucco house. I remember it having a trailless on the side of the house with vines and flowers growing across up and over the trailless. There was a swing set I used to swing in all the time.One day I was swinging and looked up at the trailless and to my amazement, there was a monkey swinging on the vines. I ran into the house to get my mother, Louise, to show her the monkey. When she came out to the trailless and looked up nothing was there. No monkey. She called me a liar and went back into the house. I guess I was around three. Later on my mother heard that one of the monkeys in the cage at the park escaped. So I wasn’t lying after all. I don’t believe she apologized to me about calling me a liar, but at least she found out I was telling the truth. Another childhood memory. I had a little friend who lived a couple of doors down that I played with quite frequently. One morning I wanted to go and play with him. My mother said that he wasn’t home and I insisted that he was. She grabbed my arm and dragged me down to his house. She knocked on the door. No one answered. He was not home. Mother then dragged me all the way home whipping me with a broom because I called her a liar. I was still about three years old.Another thing I remember living in that house in Holtville, California, is my parents, Eddie and Louise, had brought home my little sister Debra, from the hospital. My parents hired a Mexican woman who came from the mountains in Mexico. She did not speak a word of english. The woman would do the laundry. She carried a basket of clothes on her head and my sister on her back while she hung up cloths on the line outside. I remember my mother asking what the woman was saying and I would have to translate to my mother what was being said. Apparently I could speak and understand spanish at the time. I have totally lost that ability.

Childhood memories, My Uncle Alfred and Aunt Dorothy, Sandy and Diane, my cousins, lived next door. One day I was over that their house at someone’s birthday party. Someone said something that really made me mad. I don’t remember what it was. I jumped on my tricycle and headed downtown to find my mother. Holtville was very small but to a three year old it was a very big place. I peddled all the way down town. My mother heard about and and went looking for me. She found me in front of the post office. She put my tricycle in her car and me and drove me back home.  That is pretty much all I remember but I do remember pedaling and pedaling to find my mother. It’s funny the things that little kids remember. Holtville was a desert town and it was not unusual for little kids to just wear their underwear. My mother tried to keep cloths on me but to no avail. One time she had these jeans that she put on me, and found them in the little pond in front of our house. I think she gave up trying to keep clothes on me. I remember us having to go somewhere and she got us in the car. Little kids stood up in the front seat in those days and when whoever was driving had to stop, an arm was thrown in front of the kid to keep them from falling into the dash board. My mother kept smelling something. She looked in my underwear. Low and behold I had pooped in my pants. She grabbed me and took me back into the house to change my underwear.