Debbie Centeno
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Debbie is an active spiritualist and medium. Yoga and meditation are part of her daily routines. She loves to travel and enjoys writing. Her blogs are Debbie’s Reflection (www.debbiesreflection.com) and Traveler Wows (www.travelerwows.com).
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How Does Real Life Mysteriously Integrate into Our Sleep and Become Part of Our Dreams?
The Mystery of Dreaming Have you ever had a dream that is suddenly integrated with your real life? Were you awakened and realized that what you were dreaming was actually happening at that precise moment? This has occurred to me a few times. I never thought about it, but during the most recent experience, I tried to find a logical explanation for it. However, I still cannot figure it out. Let me give you an example using the actual dream I had.
By Debbie Centeno14 days ago in FYI
The Party that Ended in the Train of Terror in 2222
Adam was a wealthy, attractive, single 30-year-old male who enjoyed life. A free-spirited young man. Parties, bars, girls, trips, and more were his life. He lived alone and constantly hosted parties for his friends. Often, they ended on a great note, until that day in September 2222 at the stroke of midnight.
By Debbie Centeno22 days ago in Horror
Mollie, the Black Lab, and Her Shenanigans
Meet Mollie We have a granddaughter. Her name is Mollie. She is a 60 to 70 pounds black lab and is about 8 years old. Mollie is very vocal and quite a character. I can imagine her as a human with a snarky attitude. Mollie stays with us when her parents are on vacation and there is never an occasion where she does not use her manipulation methods with us. Mollie loves being outside, hence why she enjoys being here, because of our large fenced-in backyard. She can get annoying sometimes with her constant whining to go outside. Yesterday alone I opened the sliding door for her about 30 times. And whenever I said no, she grunted like a bitchy teenager as if saying, “FINE! I’ll just lay here on your swollen, puffy, hurt foot!” Then lay down on the floor using my foot as a pillow.
By Debbie Centeno28 days ago in Petlife
Our Bodies Dictate When we Need Help but Is It Related to Our Emotions?
{Disclaimer: I am not, nor am I holding myself out to be a doctor/physician. I am not providing health care or medical advice, or attempting to diagnose, treat, prevent or cure any physical, mental or emotional issue, disease, or condition. The information provided is based on my personal experience. Always seek the advice of your own Medical Provider and/or Mental Health Provider regarding any questions or concerns you have about your specific health.}
By Debbie Centenoabout a month ago in Longevity
I Learned to be Patient with My Dad Just like He Was Patient with Me
Spending Time with Dad My parents divorced 38 years ago. I was 21 years old when it happened. As life went on, I left my dad behind on the tiny island of Puerto Rico. Though I don’t see him often, only about twice a year when we visit the island. I call him at least once a month. But last year I spent 3 months with him when he came to visit from Puerto Rico and stayed at my house with us.
By Debbie Centeno2 months ago in Families
Threaten Your Tree and It Will Bear Fruit
I Talk to My Plants While some articles claim that talking to plants makes them grow, there is no scientific evidence to prove it. It does not matter anyway, there are plenty of people who do it — myself included. Other than to seem crazy to some people, there’s nothing wrong with telling a plant how beautiful it is, or how tall, or asking it why it looks sad. In some weird way, I think they do hear us. Here’s my take on this topic.
By Debbie Centeno2 months ago in Earth
- Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge
An 8-Year-Old's Mischievous Mind and Her Secrets from MomRunner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge
My dearest Mom, Now that I am older, I would like to clear up some misunderstandings that happened long ago. A secret I kept from you and which I want to let go of. For an 8-year-old to discover what I did was harsh. Some things scared me, some amused me, and others intrigued me. But I can assure you I grew up a lot quicker than I should have. There were many things foreign and prohibited to me. I was an 8-year-old entering a new world of adult secrets.
By Debbie Centeno3 months ago in Confessions
He Was on to Something When He Knew Venice was Magical
“Travel has a way of stretching the mind.” ~ Ralph Crawshaw Our Son’s Wish Took us to Venice, Italy Our first international trip was to Italy. It was part of my grieving process. Ever since my forever 20-year-old angel was a child and first saw Venice in a book, he became fascinated with “the streets of water,” as he called them. About three months before my son died, we watched a documentary about Venice. He was in awe of Venice and said it was magical, “you’ll see Mom, one of these days I’m going to visit Venice.” Unfortunately, that day never came. During my grieving process, I opted to do for my son what he wanted to do but didn’t get to. One of those things was traveling to Venice.
By Debbie Centeno5 months ago in Wander
My Thoughts on Monaco in the French Riviera, the Second Smallest Country in the World
Monaco in the French Riviera One country we visited during our 2021 European trip was Monaco. Monaco is a sovereign state and the second-smallest nation worldwide. It borders France, Italy, and the Mediterranean Sea. Though it borders the Mediterranean Sea, its beach, Larvotto Beach, is the only public beach available. Larvotto Beach is a man-made beach and is very popular among the locals and tourists. The beach is 52 acres of surface, mostly with small river stones and just one side of sand.
By Debbie Centeno6 months ago in Wander
Vivid Dreaming and the Meaning of It
A Vivid Dream Two months after my son passed away, I had the most beautiful dream. The sky and surrounding area were gray and gloomy. As if I were inside a gray cloud. There was nothing else other than a flight of stairs in a lonely alley. The stairs seemed burnt, blackened by a fire, however, it did not smell of fire. There were many stairs. I could not see where they ended, but I headed up towards wherever they took me to step by step. It was a long journey up the flight of stairs — about a four-hour walk. Every time I took a step; they squeaked. I didn’t know where they would lead to, but it was not scary, nor did I get tired.
By Debbie Centeno6 months ago in Families
Our Dog Understands Everything We Say and Here Is How I Know
A Little about Chewy We have a dog. He is a mix between a Chihuahua and a Dachshund, a Chiweenie they call them. His name is Chewy, and he is 10 years old. He was the runt of the pack and has been with us since he was 5-weeks old. For us, he is family, and we treat him like so. Chewy is a smart little guy, and he understands what we talk about. It happened on more than one occasion and here is my proof.
By Debbie Centeno6 months ago in Petlife
