The Spirit Moved Me And Look What Happened

Oh, This is Fantastic

2010-11-08T20:18:00.000-08:00

You've got to see this. I was so impressed. Go to YouTube and search for RSA. Lots of really interesting lectures illustrated while you learn.

It's Nice to Be Back

2010-07-03T18:37:00.000-07:00

How to turn the last 6 months of my life into a post. Why? Well, I wasn’t in jail. I’d like to explain. Why? Well, a blog is your story. You don’t have to explain yourself to anybody. Just pick up where we left off? Yes.

You’re right. As a note of explanation….the bold stuff is what my guides are saying. In this instance it is Seth. I’ve been channeling since 1993. I talk more about channeling here and about learning how here.

One place we left off was me dithering around trying to migrate this blog into my own domain name. It wouldn’t work. I tried Word Press and I tried TypePad. Didn’t care for either of them and didn’t want to spend the time to learn them. Solved that just now by having the blog be a link on the website. Now, I can have my cake and eat it too.

The next plan would be to get the blog to look a little more like the website. I think that may be doable.

I’ve recently started in writing reviews of the books I’m reading. That also went on hiatus for awhile. I was still reading, I just didn’t write about any of the books I was reading. Mostly, there were all old favorites I’m read many times before. No point in yarning on about them again.

Maybe I’ll start carving crochet hooks again. It’s nice to be back.

Saturday Morning

2010-02-27T00:53:00.000-08:00

I’ve spent years attempting to know what it’s like to be in somebody else’s shoes. Some people who know me have said that is a foolish thing to do and I should not waste my time, but somehow I am compelled to do it.

What happens is that many times I seem to understand why a person might have acted the way they did. Or, at least, I come up with what might be a plausible explanation. Now, what good is this? Well, as a writer I am interested to know my own characters. If I make a habit of trying to know what makes a person tick don’t you think that would be something a writer would use to pull a character together?

And, yet, I don’t write. Or, at least, I don’t write well. The one story I wrote was finished over 20 years ago and gathers dust under my bed. I learned a lot writing it, but the characters are stiff and uninteresting from my present point of view.

Does this mean that because I find myself still practicing this habit of trying to get under another’s skin that there is hope for me to develop good characters in the future? Somehow I don’t think so, but you never know what might happen.

I suppose you might say the usefulness of doing this study of human nature has been proven to myself over the years in being able to offer differing degrees of comfort to others. Anybody might be in this position. Your friend is going through some tough times and tells you about it. You offer a suggestion. Maybe it helps; maybe it doesn’t help. But, you tried.

So, that’s the news at 12 in the morning while I endeavor to write next month’s Talking to Spirit Newsletter. Just something interesting I thought about.

Channeling From Seth About Drawing

2010-01-29T05:40:00.000-08:00

No matter how hard you work in order to achieve the path of advancement one might adopt a practice of evaluation periodically. In this way you might be able to set both long and short term goals for whatever it is that you endeavor to do.

The goals that you make might be based upon the thing you wish to accomplish. These steps are necessary to be able to see that progress is being made. Much as a child receives report cards during the course of the time they spend in school, so too could you apply the practice of self evaluation to ensure that you are making some sort of project with your own projects.

For instance, if you have always wanted to draw but have never tried because you feel you have no talent, the first thing you might do is to say phooey to talent and proceed with your dream. Understand that drawing employs a way of seeing most do not ordinarily practice. In the struggle to learn to write a person is, at first, halting in their progress, but their teachers demand of them time spent and much practice until the words, the vocabulary becomes available to them and the act of writing no longer stands between thought and paper. It moves smoothly. Our channel who enjoys writing says to people who profess an inability to write, “You can tell me a story can’t you? Well, you can write.”

So, a beginning practice to learn how to draw would be to look at things differently. Yes, you see an apple before you. Now, look at the area outside of the skin of the apple. Look at the edge of the apple before you and the space next to it. Imagine this border is a line. See how it curves. Focus on the apple. Begin to note in your mind all the different things about the apple. The way the colors change. The way the light strikes upon the skin. See how the stem extends from the top. Notice how the skin is different at that point from the skin that stretches around the middle of the apple.

Now, take a bite out of the apple. Study it again. Look at how the flesh of the apple is different from the outside. Look at your own bite mark and see how different the cut is from the cut made by a knife. Now, have a look at the shadow behind the apple. That is also a part of what would be a picture of the apple.

Finally, pick up a pencil. With your eyes on the apple slowly move around and over the apple with your eyes. As your eyes move so does your pencil upon the paper. Think in terms of lines and not of apple. Follow the lines without looking at your paper. Keep your eyes trained upon the apple and your pencil in constant contact with the paper. Do not lift your pencil at any time. Do this slowly. Do this with deliberation. At the end of this exercise look at your paper and see how you did. Your starting line likely will not meet up with your ending line, but you should have a somewhat distorted picture of an apple.

Do this exercise over and over again with other objects. Draw your hand. Draw simple objects. As your drawing muscles get exercised your hand and your eye will begin to move together. Crumple up a piece of paper and draw the complicated folds of the paper.

An interesting effect of this new skill you are developing is that you are also using parts of your brain not normally used. Learning how to draw will enable you to access your creativity more easily. It is also a most welcome introduction to being able to focus more completely and to learn how to meditate.

This is a very basic lesson in how to draw. Be open to other teachers who will certainly come your way; books from the library, shows on television or, perhaps a class you can take.

Keep a record of your dated drawings and periodically look at them. With a few hours spent on the project every week your progress is assured and looking at your simple drawings will do much to boost your confidence in this new skill of drawing.

Oh, Go Dig Up Some Dirt

2009-12-26T12:19:00.000-08:00

I was looking in Google at all the talking to the dead searches. My website of Talking to Spirit was right up there on top, by the way. But, as I looked down the list and read the snippets of what people were saying, if you discounted what the skeptics were talking about, much of it wasn’t all that much different from what I have to say.

I wondered then if I’d ever have anything new to say about the dead. That’s when Seth said, “Not unless we dig somebody up.”

Have you ever heard a ladylike snort? Right. Me either.

DeeDude

2009-11-20T21:42:00.000-08:00

My husband is such a dish. I've been playing with my new camera and trying to learn all about it. Canon Rebel Xsi. Anyway, I played around with taking a picture of a picture of DeeDude. This is from 35 years ago or so.

Slowing Down

2009-10-20T19:38:00.000-07:00

So, the blogging has bogged down for a little bit. As time goes by and I learn what I’m doing at work and relax a bit I’ll have the energy to come out and blog more often. In the meantime go get your flu shot…I’m thinking of you.

Opening to Spirit

2009-09-26T04:41:00.000-07:00

I used to be quite jealous of people who had things come to them easily. I can remember as a child my parents speaking of individuals who had photographic memories and in my child-like mind I would think if I could have a photographic memory my parents would be proud of me. It never happened, but that sense of not being the best at whatever it was sat heavily on my small shoulders.

So, as an adult I was in awe of people who channeled. I figured it was just something I could never hope to accomplish. I went along for quite a few years thinking along those lines, and, of course, it never happened for me.

It wasn’t until I happened upon a book called, “Creating Money” by Sanaya Roman and Duane Packer that I was exposed to the idea that maybe I could have more control over my situation than I thought. From, “Creating Money” I was quickly led to, “Opening to Channel” by the same people and for the very first time I read that not only could I make changes in my material life, but I could make changes in my spiritual life.

There was no holding me back at that point. What I had yearned for had a chance of actually coming true. I began with the exercises in the book. And, even though I still had a shoot yourself in the foot way of looking at life I did make progress. It wasn’t as straightforward as presented in the book. My own journey involved twists and turns where I learned how to draw, learned how to write, and began a healing journey by keeping a journal, I did eventually make what I considered to be a solid connection with my guide.

Now, as I look at it all in retrospect I see that what I did to make that breakthrough to Spirit was done exactly right for me. It did seem to take a long time. It didn’t go according to the plans outlined in, “Opening to Channel”. But, it was perfectly right for me. I’m still learning about it all. I still strive to address feelings of inadequacy. But, I’m really glad to have this wonderful connection to Spirit.

And, the really good news? If I did it, you can too.

Breathing Room

2009-08-29T05:03:00.000-07:00

I have talked occasionally on ruts and how to get out of them. Having great personal experience with ruts I figured I was probably as qualified as the next person to talk about them. Plus, this is my site, so I can talk about what I want to talk about.

But, what happens when the stuff you do doesn’t please you anymore?

Recently, my life took a rather abrupt turn and I find myself concentrating on new things at work. There is a lot to learn and a lot to remember. I’m working longer. I’m thinking about these things even when I’m not at work. It’s taking a lot of energy. I know it’s not going to be a permanent thing and I’ll probably be getting the hang of it a year or so down the line, but for now I’m preoccupied with it.

Entries to my blogs bottomed out. The newsletter I’ve been writing for 5 years crapped out. I missed the August edition and last weekend found myself almost panicky as I sat in front of my computer for the 25th time trying in vain to find something interesting to write about that I hadn’t already beat to death in previous newsletters. Nothing came to mind. It was a bad writer’s block.

Then, I talked to my friend who suggested that I stop with the newsletter for a few months and see at the end of that time if it was going to come back in the same way it had been before, or in some other form, or if it was time to retire the idea.

Such a weight lifted from my shoulders.

I can’t tell you how relieved I was. What a no brainer! Now, I can write again.

Falling Into Grace

2009-08-02T07:58:00.000-07:00

Setting the stage now is important to the rest of the story. Lately, I’ve been stressed. I feel it has to do with my work. I have taken on more responsibility and it is hard for me. I do know with time it will all work out. I have to say it is a whole lot better now than it was for me 6 months ago, so there is improvement. But, something just isn’t the same. That something might be my overall outlook on life. It could just be this miasma that I’m looking through all the time. Just sort of blah like. Worse than blah like.

Yesterday I went to Curves. It’s only a half an hour to go around the circuit as they call it. You work 30 seconds on a machine, leap off when the lady on the tape says to change stations, jog in place for 30 seconds and then get on another machine. Sometimes there are ladies there. Mostly, I just mind my own business.

I wasn’t all that excited about being there. I know I should be going 3 times a week, but for ages now I’ve only been going once a week. Because I don’t engage in the sociable thing with the other members I instead talk to my guides. Usually, it’s just sort of quick things back and forth. The conversations don’t really count as major channeled messages, but I treasure the time and they mean a lot to me.

After all these years I really haven’t gotten the prayer thing down. I’ve got the standard Our Father and Hail Mary from my childhood and those are somewhat comforting. I try to remember to pray for all the people I know who are sick. I sometimes pray for those in need I don’t even know personally or who haven’t contacted me who have visited my sites. Sort of a group collective prayer. I don’t know that any of the prayers work. Actually, I don’t know that my prayers would have any influence at all with a person’s condition. So, I send them out with a proviso that I learned from my Reiki training and that is if the person can use the help I will offer up what I can. I know my guide has told me that all prayers are heard, but there has never been any concrete proof for me. So, it is entirely an act of faith.

Another thing is that I keep trying to be with God. I try and try and yet at work I am angry and stressed and very often find myself saying bad words much more often than I used to do. One day this last week driving to work our conversation centered in on how many times I called people assholes on the one 10 minute drive to work. I don’t feel good. I don’t feel worthy. I just feel wretched a lot of the time.

The reason I am spilling my guts here is I don’t imagine that I am very much different from a lot of people especially with the added stresses everybody has with everything else that is going on in people’s lives. Things like the economy, terrorism, global warming…I could go on, but it’s too much like watching the news.

So, yesterday I was at Curves. I don’t remember all of the conversation I had. I remember somebody in Spirit who said something about doing it for them, like I could dedicate my workout to God. I thought of people like some of my relatives who I think live their lives pretty much doing everything for God. I know there are other people around who do things that way and who appear to be at peace with it. I toyed with the idea and then because it didn’t feel right to me to do that right then I just continued on with my workout.

Then the voice in my head took a different tack with me. It was something about instead of striving, pushing, straining, yearning to be in God’s grace to just sort of embrace it. I didn’t have to prove myself. I didn’t have to be good to be there. I could just go and be in God’s grace. I didn’t have to earn it. I could just collapse into that grace. I didn’t have to pray all day and be a good girl. I could still say bad words when I really felt I needed to and be stressed at work and I could just be in God’s grace. And, for a moment or two I was. The voice in my head said it was like falling into grace, like falling in love.

And, because it’s been awhile since I’ve channeled and because I’m such a ditz at actually remembering the things they say to me I think I’ll turn it over to my guides and folk in Spirit.

Good morning. Every one of you has a view of reality. It is through this belief that you experience life. There are big rules and there are smaller rules, but all of them lie in accordance with each other to produce a smooth base upon which to live your life. A lot of these rules come from the people who first influenced you as a child. It is through those experiences that a person might as an adult come to feel themselves to be entitled and to have everything good come their way almost effortlessly. It is what they expect. There are others who might feel that everything in life is a struggle and for them the difficulties experienced in life are many.

These are simplistic views, but perhaps you get the idea. For many people their view of a higher spirit or other spirit comes from the exposure they had as children. Many times this exposure is enough for them to last through their entire lifetime. Others might turn to other teachings and find greater comfort there. Others might shun the idea of a higher self or spirit entirely. There is no right way or wrong way here. You have the gift of choice in all that you do.

The holy spirit of God, the idea of your higher self, the peace you seek has and will always be there for you. Give up your expectations. These are the rules you use to structure your lives for a brief moment. Take a deeper than usual breath. Let it out slowly and pretend just for the briefest of moments that the peace, the loving serenity of God’s grace is there for you too.

Our blessings.

Boo

2009-07-11T05:44:00.000-07:00

Have you ever noticed the things that can happen to your body when you are afraid? If you are suddenly afraid you might feel your bowels loosen, but that is an extreme case. Certainly being afraid can quicken your heart, can make you break out into a sweat, or if you are a lady going through the change can bring on a hot flash. You might be unable to catch your breath, you might even feel faint. If you have a long time fear that goes on day in and day out your health can be negatively affected. You might cope with the fear by self-medicating, by smoking tobacco, by drinking or even by taking drugs. This is what some of the things fear can do.

If fear is familiar to you it could be said that you view reality through fear. Have you ever met somebody who is constantly happy? Do you think something is wrong with them? If a person who is relatively content most of the time goes through a bad experience that person is probably going to be better able to process the experience quickly and resume a balance in their life faster than someone who is saddled with fear.

Here’s what happens to someone who holds a lot of fear who opens psychically. They are probably not going to have an easy time of it. Even in the best of circumstances opening psychically is going to nudge whatever fears you have. I can almost guarantee that your psychic awakening is going to be horrible if you have a lot of fear. If you are more like a 3 year old who does not know the meaning of the word fear you will have an easier time of it. I’m not saying the process is always going to be totally easy, because no matter how well balanced you are you will need to make some adjustments in how you look at life and your belief systems. Doing this without fear is easier than doing it with fear.

Actually, it really doesn’t matter whether you are afraid or not because this is your journey and you’ve got lessons to learn whichever way you are. I’m just saying I’ve noticed if you don’t hold fear the process is smoother. How can I say this? Because I was afraid.

My first fear was when my guide started talking to me. He said, “I am not a Nickelodeon that you can put money in and get answers to your questions.” Yikes. Then, it took me awhile to understand the deep and burning questions I wanted answered just were not important enough to need answers. Questions like, “When am I going to die? How am I going to die?” Notice I was afraid of dying. They’ve never answered those questions for me other than to say early on in the beginning (which I tend to doubt now anyway) that I would be hit with a Mac Truck.

And, here’s a funny one for you. I asked my guide once if he had ever seen an alien. He was silent for long enough that I figured I’d just asked a really dumb question and it was not deserving of an answer when he said, “Who do you think you’ve been talking to all this time?” If you think about it an extraterrestrial being is somebody who doesn’t have a body like we do on Earth. The way I understand it the guides and folk in spirit I talk to are energy. No bodies.

Anyway, you don’t have to be afraid of your fears. Just take a close look at them when they come up for you to look at. Know that you will proceed through a psychic awakening whether you are afraid or not. Be ready to make a commitment to do your own psychological and emotional healing as things come up and you will be fine.

Ghost Busting 101

2009-05-31T08:54:00.001-07:00

My husband, DeeDude, is a fan of the paranormal television shows. He likes to watch, “Ghost Hunters”, with Jason Hawes and Grant Wilson who work during the day as Roto-Rooter plumbers and who investigate haunted houses at night. He also likes, “Paranormal State”. This is a group of college students who formed a club called the Penn State Paranormal Research Society. It’s led by Ryan and has a neat psychic who assists named Chip. I have come to enjoy the shows too and if you click on the links I think you can watch some of their episodes online.

When I became a psychic there wasn’t a school to go to and I didn’t have a whole lot of direction. I read books about psychics and I would occasionally go get readings from psychics. To this day on my birthday I usually spring for a reading for myself from somebody I’ve never met before just to see how they do it. I learn from other psychics.

So, too, could I learn from these television shows.

As a psychic, though, I really haven’t had a whole lot of experience with ghosts. I’m a channel and I talk to guides and spirit teachers and the spirit of folks who have passed on. Looking back over the psychic experiences I’ve had over the years I might have had contact with ghosts, but I’m not totally certain. From what is related on the shows it’s a possibility, but again, I’m not 100% certain.

When a friend of DeeDude’s asked me to come to her house to investigate the ghosts there I was thrilled.

Now, I’m a plain channel. I’m no nonsense. I’m not as flamboyant as I used to be years ago when I drank. Drinking for me really loosened me up and I could give over to the whole experience more than I do now. So, basically, I guess I’m sort of dull.

I also channel anytime during the day. It doesn’t have to wait for night. I realize that night is spookier than day. I also realize that all those ghost hunters and paranormal investigators have other things to do during the day. Don’t we all? I do too. I’m a psychic secretary. But, I figured that talking to a ghost would likely be very similar to talking to dead guys when I am channeling.

I thought about it all as the days led up to our meeting. I knew certain things about the situation. I knew that the house was built over a cemetery. The lady had reported to me that they heard a baby crying during the night and that baby was never their own. They also heard noises during the day.

The day arrives. That morning DeeDude was watching one of his shows. It was funny because I was in the study and I heard him yelling from the living room, “It’s not going to work. You need to get the Catholics.” I thought, “What the hell?” and went out to see what was going on. In this particular show they were doing an exorcism to rid the family of their ghost. It was a Protestant minister conducting the exorcism. I went back into the study and would periodically hear comments from DeeDude as the show continued. Then I hear him say, “I told you. I told you that you had to get the Catholics in.” So, I wandered back out to the living room to come in on the tail end of the exorcism being conducted by a Catholic priest and some assistants. A member of the family was talking to one of the assistants to ask about the roses they smelled. The lady smiled and said that was the sign of a successful exorcism; the smell of roses was a sign of God’s grace. I thought it was interesting. DeeDude was still wound up and hooting around about how only Catholics can do an exorcism right.

On to our meeting that afternoon. I went with a girlfriend because the drive was long and I am not accustomed to driving outside of my own neighborhood. We arrived at the house and spent some time in the front courtyard before we met with the lady who had invited me. The courtyard was absolutely enchanting. I felt very good there. I couldn’t tell that I was having any psychic hits. I was not channeling anybody. There just didn’t seem to be anybody there to talk to. I don’t say things like, “Hello? Is anybody there? Where are you?” I used to in my earlier days, but now as a channel if somebody is there to talk to they are there.

When we went inside the house she gave us a tour. You can walk in a circle around the house. I asked what was upstairs and she told me that they have never been up into the crawl space upstairs. She pointed out that under a piece of decking in the back yard were stairs going down into a root cellar. Nobody had been down there either and from the manner in which she told me this I understood that this was a spooky area and nobody wanted to go down there.

I understood the lady and her husband were somewhat anxious about the things going on in the house.

Her daughter was with a friend and some neighbor hood girls who were babysitting while we did our ghost-buster thing. Everybody appeared to be relaxed and having fun.

I still had not gotten any sort of uneasy feeling or psychic hits about anything.

Then, as we paused in the hallway she told me about the sounds of a baby crying they had heard over and over again during the night. As she told me the sounds had stopped in their frequency after they had gotten a baby monitor I had my first psychic hit. I told her immediately my feeling was the ghosts were interested and protecting her little girl. I said they were testing her to see that she would be a good mother and attend to the well being of her daughter and once she’d gotten the baby monitor things had calmed down a bit in that regard. That had a feel to me of the truth of a direct psychic hit.

The other thing that I’d been thinking about all week was that to my way of thinking ghosts would be as reasonable as anybody else. The business with the television showmanship of provoking a ghost or talking to them in a less than respectful fashion just didn’t seem right. Working on that premise I sent out my psychic feelers and came back with the following information: I felt there were a number of ghosts involved. It was their home as well as the people who lived in the house. My thought was there was no reason why everybody couldn’t live together in peace.

The first thing everybody always wants to know when they are channeling is who they are talking to. Names are sometimes difficult because when you get into a mode of trying too hard nothing works. I have always said to folks that they could just assign a name to their guides and go from there. If there is to be a change in name down the road then that’s fine too, but in the interim you’ve at least gotten over the bump of what your guide’s name is. I figured we could go that route with the ghosts in this cemetery. Right then the name Jack came to me. It really doesn’t matter if it’s real or not, Jack works okay.

So, I told her she could call their ghost spokesperson Jack.

I also tell people who want me to relay messages on to their loved ones who have passed on that they don’t need a psychic to do that. They can talk to their loved ones themselves. It doesn’t matter whether the things they want to say are out loud or just silent thoughts, even snippets of thoughts work. Your loved ones can hear you. I am totally convinced of this. You might not be able to hear them, but they can hear you anytime, anywhere, anyhow.

I figured this was probably the same thing with a ghost so I told her that she could talk reasonably to Jack and in return Jack ought to be reasonable back to her. I just figured it could be that way.

No fuss, no muss. Plain speaking. And the message was, “Thanks for looking out for us. We are interested in living here in peace with you. You were here first, but this is also our home. Please stop with the noises you are making at night to awaken us. Please stop with the crying baby alerts. We’re on top of it, though we do appreciate the time you are taking to make sure we are vigilant parents. Have a nice day.” Something along those lines would work.

What occurs to me now as I write this is that the ghosts might be interested in a little conversation once in awhile. She’s reported to me that the baby crying has continued. Maybe the ghosts just want to talk.

The last neat thing that happened was the day after our ghost-busting her husband smelled roses as they watched television.

Awakening Psychic Abilities

2009-05-24T07:24:00.000-07:00

The way you make changes in any part of your life is to practice in your mind and believe that the thing is true.

For instance a person who practices their golf swing over and over in their mind, day dreaming about it, seeing it, feeling it, really getting into the imaginary day dream about their perfect golf swing is likely to be able to execute that same golf swing out on the golf course too. Practice your Spanish? Imagine cooking? Sew a seam? All of those things can take their place in your imaginary day dreaming.

So, how to apply that to awakening your psychic abilities? If you work on the premise that you are already psychic that helps. If you work on the premise that the “signs” are there already and you are just not noticing that works too.

So how are you supposed to notice the “signs” being given to you from the great beyond? Become more aware. How? Think sensory overload. Think radios, internet, television, people at work, telephone calls, clamor, clamor, clamor. Think of how much is going on around you at any given moment that you tune out in favor of concentrating on only the things you feel are worth noticing. You already know how to tune out clamor. Think now of things psychic that you would like to know about. Often those signs are quiet.

Okay, so perhaps you need to get quiet. You seek a quiet mind. Meditate.

What’s meditation going to do? It will help you to settle for a little bit. It will show you in the beginning just how active your mind is. It’s hard to meditate. Get a book about it. There are lots of ways to go about it. I would suggest short periods of meditation. Don’t think you are doing any good by saying you were able to sit for 4 hours mediating. That’s way too much. You would need a meditation coach for that sort of meditation because the first thing that is going to emerge is all the psychological crap you’ve buried for years. So, do it slowly at first and get a book to help you.

Another thing for you to do is start keeping a journal to record your impressions, your dreams, whatever floats your boat. This is a private journal. Meditating however long you do it has a way of getting you to cough up the phlegmy gagging mucous of your own psychological stuff. Getting it out onto paper helps for you to make a start at sorting it out.

All of this is helping you to notice things.

Take up a hobby. Perhaps something that you’ve always wanted to do and just never allowed yourself the time to indulge yourself. Get lost in it. I don’t know why this step works, but it does.

Read stories of other psychic’s lives to see what they experienced. It might happen this is something you can relate to.

Be prepared for the reasons you initially began this journey to change. For instance, you began with the idea that if you were psychic people would stop picking on you. You’d be able to frighten them into a position of awe. What’s going to happen is as you chip away at the barriers between your non-psychic self and your psychic self you’ll also chip away at the insecurity you feel. Once that’s gone your reason to be psychic will need to change because you will no longer care what people think of you.

Being psychic is not going to make you a more powerful or wealthy person. Being psychic is going to put you on the fast track for taking care of your own psychological and emotional growth and, I believe, will enrich your life.

The Stand - What I'm Reading

2009-05-14T13:53:00.000-07:00

So, I’ve been sick with the flu for the last week and a half. I took 3 days off from work last week, was sick all weekend and tried to go to work this week. Monday I made it. Tuesday I was sick again. Wednesday I made it. Thursday I’m home sick again. I think tomorrow will be okay to be at work. If I have a coughing fit (which is what plagues me most these days) I can just go into the conference room and cough my brains out for awhile until it is over. Hopefully, by tomorrow I won’t be having them anymore.

Anyway, I’m on the mend. It’s been a tough flu. My temp got up to 103.8 when I visited the doctor last week. Not swine flu, but enough of a flu to lay me low. My diabetes numbers have all been real high. On a brighter note, I lost 6 pounds which hasn’t come back on yet, so maybe will stay off. Haven’t been this low since I quit smoking more than 8 years ago.

Anyway, early on in the course of this sickness with all the H1N1 news going on in the world I decided it would be appropriate to re-read, “The Stand” by Stephen King. This was the first King book I ever read and the one that got me hooked on him as a writer. I’ve read it at least 3 times. This version is paperback and was updated somewhat. Also, there are parts that were cut, but I’m still enjoying it.

So, I’m about half way through. Frannie has a bunch of excerpts from the diary she is keeping as she, Harold, Stu and Glen Bateman make their way first to Vermont and now on to Nebraska. They’d met up with 2 people, both dead now, so their group swelled briefly is now back to their smaller size of 4. To bring you up to speed, Glen is a sociologist who absolutely cannot help himself but to ponder the existence of mankind after the Superflu (Captain Trips) hit. The Army had developed this horrible flu. There was an accident and it got loose and in the space of a month’s time it killed most everybody in the world.

Harold is younger than Frannie and they knew each other before. Frannie is pregnant, though nobody knows about it and Harold pretends that he is in love with her, that he is the smartest in the group, that he should be leader and he is an absolute butt. Frannie feels obligated to take care of Harold because he is the younger brother of her now deceased best friend. Stu was almost at ground zero when he and his town were exposed to the people who had escaped the accidental release of the flu. The army moved in to quarantine everybody and became extremely interested in Stu Redmond when he did not develop the flu. He escaped their clutches. These are the survivors.

Anyway, I want to wrap this up and get to the point of what I wanted to say. Had to take 20 minutes out for a horrible coughing fit and I don’t think it’s quite done yet.

In Frannie’s diary she’d been recounting a discussion they’d been having about the dreams they all seemed to be sharing, especially of the guy they’d started to refer to as, “The Dark Man”. Purely evil and out to stalk all of them. On the other hand was Mother Abigail who is 108 years old living in Nebraska who represented what was good in the world. Some were being drawn to The Walking Dude and others drawn to Mother Abigail. But, the discussion they were having was how odd it was that they were all having the same sort of dreams. Glen, the sociologist said, “Whenever something overtly paranormal occurs the only explanation that really fits well and holds its interior logic is the theological one. That’s why psychics and religion have always gone hand in hand, right up to your modern-day faith-healers.”

Now, remember, I’m a psychic channel. That’s key to what’s really funny here. Because just as I read that part one of the guides said to me, “Well, who are you going to talk to in the dead of night?” Maybe it’s just me, but I thought it was funny.

Good Biorhythms today

2009-04-09T07:10:00.001-07:00

Check out what your own biorhythms are doing today. Mine are sweet. First picture is for Physical (red), Emotional (green) and Intellectual (blue).

Second picture is Mastery (pink), Wisdom (blue) and Passion (yellow). You can find out what your own are at www.facade.com

Arthur Clarke - Fractals - The Colors Of Infinity 1 of 6

2009-04-05T18:16:00.000-07:00

This is one of six parts. Look for the others at YouTube.com This is amazing.

And, a video about the art.

Fractale # 1 >> (Bubble Mix)
by beepbeep44

Where I PIck a Card

2009-03-28T07:14:00.001-07:00

I have a deck of cards I use occasionally called The Power Deck by Lynn V. Andrews. You’re supposed to spread the cards out on your bed or table and pick the one that appeals to you at that moment in time. Each one has a beautiful picture on it, sort of metaphysical, new-age, sometimes odd, but very striking and always sort of interesting.

Today, sitting at my computer, finished writing one blog entry about trusting your higher self, I decided to put my money where my mouth was. I closed my eyes and centered a little bit and asked for guidance from higher self. Then, on a variation of spreading out the cards, I just started thumbing through them. I stopped at this one turned it over and read the message:

Individuality – When the shield carrier reaches the top of the mountain, she never seeks approval, because approval is based on doubt. Your strength and wisdom are celebrated in your unique ability to view the experience of life with new vision. Power lies in individuality and the ability to see yourself through your own eyes and not through the eyes of another. To be in power, you must take your power and exist within your own individuality.

5 Officers Shot in Oakland, California

2009-03-22T06:41:00.000-07:00

I have some sad news to report from my city. Saturday afternoon, 3/21/09, during a routine traffic stop two Oakland police officers were shot. One was killed and the other was declared brain dead Sunday afternoon. About two hours after the shooting during the traffice stop at 3:00 PM on Saturday police converged on an apartment building not far from the first shooting in an attempt to apprehend the suspect. He opened fire with an automatic weapon on the policemen killing two and injuring another.. The suspect was killed.

Please say a prayer for all concerned. You can read more about it here.

Lessons

2009-02-26T11:59:00.000-08:00

Almost every expectation about channeling I had was shot down within the first year. This wasn’t a bad thing, it was just what happened to me. Maybe, if you’re learning how to channel, something similar might happen to you too.

One of the things I thought was that my life from that moment forward would be safe. I’d be safe. The people around me would be safe. My guide would save me from harm.

What I didn’t understand then was about the lessons we all have to learn at a higher level, specifically from our higher selves. I’d never heard of a higher self. I thought it was just me. Well, once the guides had given me a larger picture of what goes on and this had also been confirmed in many of the books I was reading I began to better understand the phrase, “shit happens”. I also better understood about personal responsibility and personal choices.

I remember so much of my childhood and early adulthood was spent like a leaf floating on the surface of the sea. I’d be here, I’d be there, but none of it was through my own choice, it was just me being swept this way or that. This lead directly toward the idea of it wasn’t my fault, it was somebody else’s fault, it didn’t involve me because I didn’t choose it; stuff like that.

I got over these ideas in a hurry that first year I learned how to channel.

So, here it is in a nutshell: you are not a victim. No matter what is happening to you, you are not a victim. You can change your life. You really can. Everything that happens to you happens because you made a conscious choice or your higher self stepped in (I still wonder at that) and decided it was time for you to move onto the next lesson because you weren’t getting there fast enough.

My advice? Pay attention. Stop blaming others for the stuff that happens to you. Move forward out of the mire of self blame, of whining, of despair, of hate. Doing this is going to involve a whole lot of soul searching and perhaps even some professional help. Go get a book about how to move through psychological and emotional growth.

If something shitty happens to you try and figure out what you’re supposed to learn. Higher selves aren’t always forthcoming with those sorts of answers although you are always welcome to ask them via a quiet meditative state, asking them directly and waiting quietly for an answer which might come to you in a vision, in a dream later on that night, in a flash of understanding or in actual words in your head.

I believe that people are resilient, that they really can come away from a bad experience smelling like a rose.

Okay, practicalities. You were just let go. These days our economy really sucks and there are a lot of people who are being let go from their jobs. What can you learn from something like that? Something that is positive? So, maybe you were a hermit all tied up in your job. This will expose you to a lot of other people as you let your feet hit the road looking for new work. Maybe it’s time for a change in career? Maybe it’s time for you to learn about flipping burgers instead of crunching numbers. You’re going to be bringing a lot of talent to a new job. You’ll obviously need to cut back on expenses. We’re a nation of over-consumers. Make a move to bare minimums and enjoy it. Always try to be optimistic. You’re always going to find something good if you look hard enough.

This is an opportunity for you to get to know the passengers on the bus line instead of being the only one in your car zipping here and there. This is an opportunity for you to conserve your resources rather than buying the best, the latest model, the most expensive. This is an opportunity to start examining core values.

This is an opportunity for you to ask for help. You’ve been so self sufficient all this time. You take pride in the idea that you’ve never had to ask for help. Could be this is what some of the lesson is about; you asking for help.

And, maybe this is the opportunity for you to help. How could you even think about giving help when you need it so badly yourself right now? Well, maybe you haven’t done much all these years about giving to others other than the gift of money every once in awhile as a donation. Maybe it’s time to become more involved in your community and give of your time and talents.

This economic crisis is affecting all of us. What could you learn from it?

My postscript: This was supposed to be an article in my upcoming March newsletter, except it got too long. So, I figured it would be a good blog post.

Talking to Spirit

2009-02-22T08:04:00.000-08:00

It used to be when I was younger, when I did drugs and drank and later, as I got older and stopped doing drugs, but continued to drink I realized I was trying to alter my reality. It was in that boozy place that every once in awhile I could feel a little bit of that other place. I knew it was there. It wasn’t just the whole big world. It was a place in my head and heart. It was a bigger place I didn’t normally walk about in. It was a glimpse of another reality.

Then came the day when I didn’t want to touch the stars in a false way anymore. I didn’t want to go there with drugs or drink. I wanted the real thing. What I had with the artificial things was a way to get there, but there was a nightmarish quality about it. I wanted to remember. I wanted to participate fully. I wanted to talk to God.

That’s when I began to search. Although the path I was on meandered quite a bit I realize now that it was the best way for me to get here. I’m happy. I have a different relationship now with my higher self, with the Guides, with Folk in Spirit.

I believe in the power of prayer. I think of the people who come to my sites carrying anguish in their hearts and even though they might never say a blessed word to me I include them in my prayers in the dead of night. I ask that the universe be kind to them if it is at all possible or permissible. I ask that they be able to recognize peace and participate more fully in whatever is best for them. I ask that their paths be as smooth as they can possibly handle. I know if you’ve got to get somewhere you can either do it the hard way or the easy way. It’s the responsibility of the person to make their own choices, but I haven’t given up that Spirit won’t help us in times of need.

I can’t give you a number for the people I pray for. There were times when I’d forget someone and feel bad when I did remember, but the guides said that everybody who needed my prayers were always there whether I consciously remembered them or not. I was comforted by that thought and continue my prayers.

Sometimes in the dead of night I throw my thoughts, my heart, my energies out there to bind with other healers working too, to help them, to help my folks, to help their folks. It’s like a network. I’ve never met any of them, but it is on faith that I feel they are already there.

And, through it all, I send my prayers out for those I don’t even know, who might be in need of something.

I’m not sure if this is the right way to do it, but I’m drawn to it. Sometimes I would wonder if I was just delusional about the whole thing, but even if it was spitting into the wind I feel I would still do it.

And, I would take whatever healing and peace was out there for my own. I pray quietly. I’ve never talked about how I pray.

I get quiet. I am quiet. I pretend I feel the energies. I sense an updraft moving up and out from me. A wonderful drift of smoke that I can see. It’s not really smoke, but it moves like it. It’s essence. I follow it. Up out to undulate upon the night sky. Above the city. Above the lights. No longer can I see the traffic. My face is turned now to see the other wisps of energy, of thought, of other prayer that rises up and away.

There’s a net, a web, an intersecting mesh of fragile cord. All of us out there. Our essence joined in purpose, in love. Everybody out there a part of what makes the world. Not just healers everybody. What do you do when you get there? Participate. Enjoy. And, when you come back? Wonder if it was real. Pretend it was.

Some Channeling

2009-02-01T07:38:00.000-08:00

It is in the act of doing that progress might be made. You can only study so much and then you must, in order to complete the lesson, act upon what it is that you have learned. According to your level of perception you will either get it or not. Now, it does not in any way matter that you do not “get” a particular lesson. You might not be ready to get it. It might be three or four years from now before you are ready to understand all the ramifications, or at least some of them, of any particular lesson.

What will equip you to make real and valid progress with anything that you are learning is not to get the stuffed head about it. In this we speak of believing that you are the best in your field of endeavor. If you can always think of yourself as a student, as one who is constantly learning, even though you are able to teach now what you have learned, you will be able to improve upon that which you know now.

Our blessings to the chela.

Becoming Psychic

2009-01-30T04:48:00.001-08:00

Becoming psychic isn’t a case of you being the ordinary you that you’ve been for the last 35 years on Monday and suddenly being a gifted psychic on Tuesday.

There’s a space between Monday and Tuesday that could last for several years. It’s what you do during the psychic development that will determine the quality of experience you have.

These are not hard and fast rules, but just things that I have noticed.

If you enjoy being spooked, then pursuing a course of psychic development is not for you. If you have an adventurous streak in you, go for it. If you are superstitious, don’t go for it. If you can accept responsibility easily, go for it. If you are more comfortable blaming everybody else for your problems, don’t go for it.

Mostly, what I am describing is a mature person as someone who would be a good candidate to pursue their own psychic development. People up into their mid twenties do not fall into a good category of psychic student. They just don’t. If you’re an old fart like I am I’m more than happy to help you along. If all you want to know is when you are going to get married or who your boy friend is sleeping with I don’t want to talk to you.

Anyway, once you’ve moved through this rather blunt culling of whether you think you’d be a likely person to develop their psychic abilities you can focus in on any or all of the following things during this transition:

Learn to focus your concentration. Meditation really helps with this.

Begin remembering your dreams. Begin recording these dreams.

Learn to do your own psychological fine tuning. You will be overwhelmed with opportunities for real psychological and emotional growth during this process. It’s almost a required thing. Doing things the way you’ve been doing them up to now won’t work as well. Just letting things meander along year in and year out isn’t good enough anymore. You can accept the responsibility to take care of yourself emotionally and psychologically which means either start reading self help books or hire a therapist for awhile to help you understand.

See if you are drawn to using a tool of divination. Runes or Tarot are good. Learn what the meanings of the stones or of the cards are. Do some homework. Exercise those brain muscles. And, do readings on yourself. On yourself. On yourself. After a long time do readings for other people, but in the beginning? On yourself.

Start a personal journal to record your feelings during this time of transition. This is going to help, too, with the psychological and emotional growth you will experience.

If you are drinking too much or if you are doing drugs you can stop. Right now. Substance abuse only makes for a really strange and odd psychic.

There appears to be a lot of activity in the lower astral realms. This is drama. This is excitement. This is not for the inexperienced. This is only going to interfere with your good psychic development. After you’re good at it you can dabble there, but for now aim for the highest level you can. You can safely move toward your own Guide. Everybody has several. Stay focused on the one guide. This first year while you’re talking to Folk in Spirit talk to your Guide.

Read about other psychics and guides: Sylvia Browne, John Edward, Findhorn, Messages from Michael, the Seth books. You’ll come upon more of them.

Begin to trust in the universe. You’ll know what moves to make when it is appropriate for you to make those moves. Somebody or some book will come your way. There isn’t one path here. There are many you can take. And, they all lead to the same place if your aim is true.

How I Do A Psychic Reading

2009-01-25T07:50:00.000-08:00

What follows here has channeling in it. I've set the Guide's part off in another color.

The point, generally, of developing psychic abilities is to engage in psychic readings for people. The manner in which a reader conducts their reading is going to be different from anybody else’s way.

What you’re doing is to tap into Spirit to see if there might be any answers for the person who wants the reading. Or, just guidance.

I like to look at the overall picture. The person has asked their question or stated their concern. I have that in mind and then I do a dip. It’s like dipping below the waves when I do it.

So, I’m going to try to explain to you how I do a psychic reading.

I’ve got to be in the zone. It’s a different place. It’s a place of Spirit. It’s a place that doesn’t have the stuff in it that usually distracts me or annoys me. There’s no place here for me to be thinking about cleaning the house, or what’s going on at work. I can’t worry about the car here. And, this actually, is where a practice of meditation comes in to bear fruit. It’s the removing yourself from the usual distractions of life to go to a quiet place that is very helpful here.

How do I get to this place? If my mind is busy with a lot of stuff I almost have to keep moving deep time after time. It’s not easy to do this. Some people are good at it. I have to say I’m not. So, for me sometimes it is a struggle. At some point I sort of give up the struggle of moving deeper and content myself with where I am. That’s key too. So, even though I know I could have done a better job of it I have to say to myself in order to do the reading I need to be content with where I landed.

I don’t know if others do it this way, but it’s the way I do it now. Perhaps it’s all a process and 3 years from now I’ll be doing it differently. I like to think that. I’m not done learning either.

Then, with the concern of the individual at the back of my mind, with the idea of the person in my mind I move forward. Or, rather, I wait to be swept to wherever I need to be.

The images come to me quickly sometimes. So, this first part is a “seeing” that I do. I’ll have a picture of a huge open field, like a prairie before me. Not so many trees, but miles and miles of sky. And, no people. It’s a lonely place, or it could be, but I don’t feel lonely looking at it. I also pay attention to how I am feeling. If I feel an uneasiness that might mean something too. Sometimes, when I’m wound up I will discount what I see and say, “Oh, no. This isn’t right.” This is where I need to do my own learning. Just for these few moments in time you could urge yourself to just be a witness and try to stay out of being involved in what you are seeing.

Sometimes I lay some ground rules, like: I don’t want to see anybody dying or being murdered. It’s sort of a wimpy way of doing a psychic reading, but, hey, I’m the one doing it and I just don’t want to see any gory stuff right now. Maybe after I’ve done this awhile I can handle stuff like that, but for now? Today? No thanks. So, I have that as a proviso moving into the reading. I don’t know if it works, but if it doesn’t and you are suddenly on a hard beaten floor of earth looking up through a thicket of tumbleweed you can pull out of it quickly enough. Like one of the guides just said, “Just say no.” anyway, that did happen to me once. And, this is where the clairvoyance comes into play. No only was I seeing what somebody once saw I also knew that they died there.

Anyway, what I think I could be doing is to just not react to the violence or hardship that I might see for an individual. And, for that I would need to do my own psychological work. Like I’ve been urging people from day one with this stuff is that you filter the things you see and experience in the spiritual realm through your own human beingness warts and all.

But, this also brings up the doubt of the reading. So, you think you’re screwing up the reading by just being you. Practice. Practice. Practice. Like one of the guides just said to me: Ubung macht den meister, which means: practice makes the master. I actually don’t speak German very well. It’s what I call Gasthaus Deutsch. When I’ve had a few beers to drink I speak it better. And, since I quit drinking 9 years ago….well, it’s just not very good. But, every once in awhile one of the guides will say something in another language. Keeps me on my toes.

Anyway, back to the psychic reading. So, I’ve seen stuff. I’m starting to know stuff. And, finally, because I channel better than I do anything else I dip into channeling mode. And, I might as well do that now too. Oh, I forgot, on the “practice” reading I was doing this morning in bed just after I’d awakened what I was seeing shifted from the open plain to waves crashing on a rocky coast. Somehow I knew this to be in Ireland. Then, it moved into a village and very, very quickly zoomed in on a red brick house set right on the road to an upstairs window that was covered with a window shade. It wasn’t a pristine white. It was a faded and yellowed shade. And, something ominous was going on in that room. And, naturally, since I’m a wimp I pulled away from the vision.

So, for the next stage of this reading, since I did have that rather detailed vision about an hour ago before I got up I’m going to dip back into it and do some channeling.

Dipping…Remembering…. In this we are pleased to have been called in for assistance in this imaginary reading. What was not said was the person receiving the reading does not necessarily have to be a person the reader has met in the flesh, so to speak. This person might have telephoned, or emailed, or written a letter. Remember that you are all connected, one to the other, with strings of silver. You don’t normally see them, but it is there. The structure of the universe is a web and you are a part of it.

As Pauline has said she is a wimpy reader. This is not a fault. She does not do readings anymore for people as they were too draining upon her, but she can do them. And, as is evident today has proven to herself that she can still do it. It’s like riding a bicycle.

Hey, can I interrupt here? Yes. Something else that happened when I stopped doing readings was there were some who didn’t like what I said. Well, Dear, that is your own problem is it not? Well, yes, but I didn’t want to deal with it anymore. Why do you think they didn’t like their readings? Because they sucked. You didn’t read correctly? No, the news wasn’t pleasant. So, whoever said that a psychic reading always had to be good news? Okay, okay. You’ve got a point. I’m just a wimpy reader. No, Dear, you are a good teacher. Okay, I’ll stop and let you guys get back to it.

So, we might continue with our portion of the reading. What has been set forth so far is the visual part of the reading and that is of place. First, the prairie and then the rocky coast of Ireland, then a brick building with a shuttered window.

Within that house there is pain. There is anguish. There is grieving. The damage is done in the sense that the woman, the young woman who is gone will never return. There is a question in the minds of the people who live within these rooms as to what happened to their daughter. They will never know for sure. They have their suspicions, but someone saying to them that their daughter’s remains have been found will never happen. If, just if you were doing a real reading, which this actually is, but to think of it as a real reading as opposed to a practice reading you, the reader, would become too caught up in it to do it justice. In any case, we would say to those people that number one they will move naturally through the grieving process. But, in order to start that they might make the decision in their minds to say their daughter is dead to them. She will not return. Now, they can begin the grieving process. The questions will never be answered as to what actually happened. And, the pain never really goes completely away. But, if it makes any difference their daughter, having passed over, is happy. Karma was involved, but when she incarnates again it will be taken care of. There is justice in the world and if justice is not served in this lifetime it will be served in subsequent lifetimes.

For now, she is happy. She is content to be helping others. She is invigorated and stimulated by the things she is continuing to learn. She has expanded beyond the person she was in your hearts to claim every inch of her soul and of her higher self. She is wise beyond her years. She holds love in her heart towards you and towards everyone who has touched her in that lifetime and in other lifetimes too. She is reunited with blood relatives from this lifetime. She is reunited with children she had in previous lifetimes. She is greeted with joy by her husbands from other lifetimes.

You might think her life was cut short all too quickly. But, it was not. She lived exactly how much she intended to live and has moved on to the next step. She knows you miss her. She knows you love her. Someday she can visit you in your dreams and show you how very joyful her life is right now.

Our blessings.

Hey, thanks. You are welcome.

Anyway, that’s a reading the way I do them. And, if you don’t want to be relaying messages of this sort to another human being and risk their anger, pain, etc. Just do a practice one.

The Benefit of Taking a Deeper Breath

2009-01-17T06:22:00.000-08:00

I find myself caught up in the hurry scurry of everyday stuff much of the time. Work can be categorized as putting out fires much of the time. Sure, we’ve got regular duties, but intruding upon that are the urgent needs of many people. That’s why I liken it to putting out fires. Anyway, that’s neither here nor there. Many people have the same issues at work and at home, so it’s not that I’m complaining. More, I’m trying to understand why I allow myself to get caught up in it so much of the time.

If I could set aside some time for me and me alone, I think that might be an answer. And, interestingly, as I sat down here to write this entry I closed my eyes while my fingers rested on the keyboard and took a really deep breath. It didn’t take but 3 seconds. Then, when I opened my eyes it was easy to start writing.

It was a co-worker who told me to breathe deeply the other day. She could tell I was moving into over-load. I hadn’t noticed since I was on the roller coaster and didn’t have plans to get off of it anytime too soon. I’ve thought more and more about what she said to me. Even before I knew the value of breathing deeply prior to beginning a session of writing but I just hadn’t thought a great deal about it in the midst of a very busy day at work.

The two halves of my life sometimes seem to be so different from each other. But, I suppose, in reality they are not. I’m here in my blogs and at my website to serve. I try to help people through the uncertainty of psychic awakening, through the grieving process, and to a place where they might take a mature and responsible hand in the direction of their own spiritual growth. I suppose I must try to bring something of the same to my work.

So, it’s a small step. Or, breath. It took only a few seconds and I feel a lot better too.

Merry Christmas

2008-12-25T06:05:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas to everybody. I hope you have a joyful holiday today. I know there are those who aren’t in the best circumstances right now, and even if the hyper activity of the season offends you take a moment, just 60 seconds when you get the opportunity, to reach down deep into that quiet place within yourself and rest for a moment.

I don’t care if you say you don’t know how to do this. Just pretend. The way I figure it we are all in this together. We are all a part of this world and of other spiritual places, of other planes, the past and the future and the now. It doesn’t matter even if you don’t celebrate Christmas. This isn’t a club.

Pretend and once you are sitting and see this pretend place within your own heart be at peace. It can come. There are those, “on the other side” who wait for you to open your eyes and be welcomed. These Folk in Spirit, as I refer to them, are your own spiritual guides, your own angels, your own loved ones who have passed over, even your own beloved pets gone to doggy or kitty heaven. Guinea pigs. I forgot. Yes, chickens too. Elephants and whales. In any case, you get the picture. Whatever is appropriate for you to see, to experience will be there for you. Trust your higher self.

However you choose to celebrate or don’t celebrate, I hope you might feel the peace of this day.

One, Two, Three - Say Cheese!

2008-12-20T10:31:00.000-08:00

How difficult would it be for you to smile at a stranger in the grocery store next time you are there? That simple smile and acknowledgement of them as a fellow human being might be all that they need to pass your smile on to somebody else.

The findings of a study released recently by the Harvard Medical School and the University of California in San Diego and published 12/4/08 in the BMJ (British Medical Journal) pondered the effect of happiness on people, who know people, who know people, who know people. Happiness is passed along to three degrees of separation from yourself. And, it would appear that the happiness lasts up to a year’s time. Conversely, sadness does not travel through the network like happiness does.

Interestingly, the researchers used data that had already been compiled for a study of over 5,000 cardiovascular patients that spanned a period of 20 years.

Smile. You never know who is watching.

Listening to Shelby

2008-12-02T07:06:00.001-08:00

Every morning Shelby, our littlest cat, comes to wake me up. Usually, it’s about 5:00 am, sometimes earlier, sometimes later, but my mornings always start with her walking on me. She starts from the bottom of the bed and works her way up with inquisitory meows. I complete the welcome by patting my stomach to have her come settle for a few minutes before I get up.

This morning was no different from any other morning and she made her way up to settle down and have some quiet time with me before I got out of bed. However, that’s when DeeDude commenced to snore. These were loud snores too. Hggghhhhhh….. Hggghhhhh…. Hggghhhh. I could see Shelby’s interest peek. I was thinking she might be thinking DeeDude was awake and ready to play so I held onto her a little tighter so she wouldn’t take a notion to go jump on DeeDude who, though snoring enough to wake the neighborhood, was still fast asleep.

There we were, me holding Shelby as she continued to purr and to watch DeeDude with fascinated interest. And, that’s when I caught the errant thought from Shelby. She was interested in DeeDude’s snoring because she thought he was purring. I have to explain what a particularly interesting moment this was for me. I am psychic. I am a channel. I talk to Spirit Guides and folks in Spirit and animals in Spirit. It’s all one. I can do it easily. What I don’t do as easily is talk to and understand the live animals. It happens once in awhile. But, the times that it happens are few and far between.

It happened this morning when Shelby thought DeeDude was purring.

Thanksgiving Day

2008-11-27T16:11:00.000-08:00

My heart goes out to those in terror situations, to those in war, to those under siege. My heart goes out to those in pain, to those who grieve, to those whose hearts are breaking. If I could I would take away your pain, but I cannot. I can only grieve with you and send you whatever thoughts I have of love and of healing.

Today is a day of Thanksgiving in the United States. Everywhere people are gathered, sometimes in large groups with friends and family, sometimes in small groups. Our hearts are lifted in gratitude. I wish all who are celebrating a Happy Thanksgiving and I send my love and prayers to those people in need.

What Seth Looks Like - my 600th post

2008-11-22T06:36:00.001-08:00

To celebrate my 600th post, this is a picture of Seth. Robert Butts, Jane Roberts' husband painted it a long time ago.

About Writing

2008-11-15T07:00:00.000-08:00

It’s easier to achieve a dream if you break the journey down into steps. Like the prospect of writing a book. Say, we’re talking about 75,000 words. It’s not a huge tome like, “War and Peace”, but then it’s bigger than, “The Little Engine that Could”.

First step would be to have something to write about. Once you’re set on that the rest of it is actually gravy. You’d need to examine your intentions too. If you are writing with the sole intent of being a famous author remembered through the ages for your writing, for your clarity of thought, for your succinct handling of language; forget it. If you are writing just to make money; that too is a bad idea. I don’t know why, but it is.

Why you write should be more along the lines of you can’t do anything else. It’s a driven sort of thing. If you are not exactly driven right now you could develop the habit by writing in small chunks. You could write 500 words a day. Every day. Actually, 500 words isn’t really that much. It’s not even a full page of typewritten material. Write about anything you want to write about. Cut pictures out of magazines or print them off of the internet and write a page about the picture. Describe what is going on. If there are people in the picture pretend that you can see into their hearts and talk about what they are feeling.

Once you are easy with the 500 words a day extend that by a few hundred and do a page and a half. Then, after a week or two of the increased output aim for 2 pages a day. Now, at 2 pages a day you are writing about 1,200 words a day. That is a pretty descent output. The rule of thumb is to write 1,000 words a day, but I figure filling 2 pages is easier than counting. Or you could use the word count feature in your word processing program for awhile until you get sick of it and just count pages of new material.

Once you have the driven thing down you are invited to begin work on your book. That in itself can seem daunting, but just plunge in. You could develop an outline or have index cards filled out. One of my favorite techniques is to write the story in the form of a short sentence: “A wants to go to B and finds herself distracted at every turn.” Then, you go back and expand that sentence a little bit: “A wants to go to B because her sister is being held captive by an ornery old woman. A sets out on her journey but finds obstacle after obstacle is thrown up in her face.” You get the idea. Just keep expanding on these sentences until you’ve got a paragraph of, maybe, 10 sentences. Then, take each one of those sentences and expand each one of them into a paragraph. Now, you’ve got your book on one page and each one of those paragraphs can eventually be a chapter.

You will probably see that your story goes every which way anyway, but the original plan might just carry you through from beginning to end.

You’ll know you’ve hit the driven quality of writing when you find yourself thinking about what you are writing about while you are filling your car with gas, while you are waiting in line at the grocery story, while you are driving to work. There’s a story I love of James Thurber and his wife. They were at a cocktail party and James was standing by himself in the middle of the room. He had a drink in one hand and some hors d'oeuvres in the other. He was just standing there not talking to anybody although people swirled all around him. His wife was across the room. She spied him where he stood all alone in the middle of a room full of people and stalked across to him. She hissed at him, “Quit writing.” I just love that story.

It is important that you write every day. You might feel now that you don’t have a minute to call your own, but you can carve out an hour or two for yourself if you try. My favorite time to write is in the very early morning before everybody gets up and before I go to work; and I do have a full time job. I tend to go to sleep a little earlier when I’m writing so I can get up a little earlier and have that time to myself. I put some headphones on and will either play music or not. Many times I “come to” to find that I’ve been sitting here writing for 45 minutes with headphones on and nothing coming out of them. But, there was a time when I wrote a book mostly listening to Celtic music. One of my favorite pieces is, “Wind Horse” from Bill Douglas' album Celtic Twilight. Another favorite I listen to is Dr. Jeffrey Thompson’s Brainwave Suite. Background music that helps to get me in the mood that helps to sustain the moment and that will mask background noises if I am writing once everybody is awake.

Stephen King, one of my all time favorite authors, listens to rock music while he writes. He also writes every day. Every day. I believe he takes one day off a year which, if I remember correctly, is his birthday. Otherwise, it is every day.

Something else that is going to happen which might alarm you in the beginning but will quickly feel okay is that all that you write is not going to end up in the book. You will probably write yourself into a corner at some point. Speaking from personal experience I can tell you that if you’ve killed off a key character and need them later on to extricate your other folks you will have written yourself into a corner. This is where you go someplace quiet and try to figure out what to do next. A good technique is to begin a separate piece where you allow your characters to speak to you. Just pretend. Let them talk to you and tell you where they think the story should go. This is where you deviate from your original plan, but hey, it happens. Also, you could just go lie down on your bed with a tape recorder and let the free thoughts come. One time I’d written myself into a corner and did the tape recorder thing to not only get myself out of the jam I was in but also had six month’s worth of writing material to work on and I only talked for 15 minutes.

Anyway, getting yourself out of a jam might entail you deleting a portion of what you’ve already written, or changing it somewhat. There are those writers who save that deleted material in other file to be used later on. I just delete it.

Having written a book I can tell now when I read stuff other people have written when they get bored. It’s this draggy quality to the material. These are folks who got bored with what they were doing and pushed on regardless. Been there…done that. Anyway, consider jumping forward to another part of the book and writing that for awhile. You’ve got a plan and can do that. Then, go back to your original spot where you started getting bored and resume writing. It might help. Or, just delete a bit of it and start over.

Doing this writing every day is a lonely thing. There’s nobody but yourself involved though you’ll need some support from your family members. Like, “Don’t talk to me when you see me with my headphones on.” I’m actually thinking about decorating my headphones with flowers or something just to make them special, but that’s sort of silly. Fun, but silly.

I remember reading somewhere that a book might be compared to an iceberg. What you are reading is the part of the iceberg above water. The part you don’t see, the enormous mass of the iceberg that is underwater is the mass of written material that never saw the light of day. It was a necessary part of the book, but you just don’t get to read it. That material might be saved for future projects or it could just be character sketches that you do to get an idea of what your characters are like before you have them hit the pages of your book.

So, my husband is up. I’ve written 1,439 words (which is almost two and a half pages) and that’s enough for today. I’m also running out of steam. These are my thoughts about writing and I hope they help you to achieve a dream that not that many people dare to do. Write a book. And, when people ask you what you do you can honestly say to them that you are a writer.

Where I Find Some Keys

2008-10-24T07:18:00.000-07:00

One of the most frequent requests I get from people along the line of “Things Psychic” is help on finding lost articles. You’d think that would actually be an easy one, but, in actuality it is difficult.

Over the years I’ve misplaced tons of stuff. As I’ve gotten older and accumulated more stuff it has gotten worse. But, I have asked for help from my guides and from Spirit many times in finding things I’ve misplaced. Most of the time they would chime in with, “Look up.” This has never seemed to be very helpful and when I’ve gotten that response I figured they were telling me in their own way that they were not going to help me on that one.

But, there have been times when it did help to ask them for help and when their help was forthcoming. I wrote a story about how Seth, my guide, helped me to find a pair of slippers years ago. It’s here at my other website, so I won’t go into that rather long story here.

What I want to talk about here was how my husband, DeeDude, misplaced his keys yesterday and how Spirit helped me to find them for him.

Here’s the scenario: I walk in the door from work. We’re going to a dinner being put on by the Alameda County Historical Society in an hour and a half and I need to get ready for that. I’m already nervous about it because this is the first time in years that I’m going out to a function with my husband. I just don’t get out much being very shy and frightened of crowds. But, I’m thinking that it’s time for me to start getting over these fears and I’ve been working on it. However, I’m still edgy and it’s not going to take much to send me over the edge. Hence, the story gets real interesting.

I walk in the door and DeeDude says to me, “I’m having a minor crisis.” I hate when he says that. My heart leaped up into my throat and I stuffed it all back down to calmly walk in thinking the car has been wrecked, or he’s lost his job or all manner of horrible things. He’s obviously not bleeding, so I don’t have to worry about that. He says, “I can’t find my keys. I’ve been looking for them for over an hour. I was going to go to the store and I went to get them and I couldn’t find them.”

So, although I know it’s sending him over the edge I start grilling him on just what he did when he got home from the errands he was doing earlier in the day. He obviously got into the house using the keys, but, where are they now? I searched through all the places he’d already looked: In the seat cushions in his chair…on all the counters in the kitchen and the bathroom…on the book shelves….in his pockets….again…under the chair….in his other pockets (which was starting to get ridiculous since he hadn’t changed clothes). I dumped over the recycling can to see if they had gotten mixed up in a box he’d thrown away…I looked everywhere. At the same time he’s at the other end of our house looking again in the same places he’d looked before.

I located a spare set of car keys for him and he went down to his car to see if he hadn’t locked them in there because he’d made several trips carrying things up to the house. Nowhere. Nowhere could we find those keys.

I’m moving towards the idea that we’re just going to need to get another set for him. We’ve already got spares for everything. I made him check to see if the fuel lock key and the club key on the spare set work for this car. They do. So, this is where I sort of gave up.

All through this search I’d been asking for help from Spirit. I didn’t actually expect much because I was at such a high level of anxiety about it. The party was looming…I wasn’t doing what I needed to do to get ready…DeeDude was really upset and I was not operating in a cool, calm and collected manner. Spirit gave me that smart ass suggestion of looking up several times so I gathered they weren’t going to be around to help me on this one and we were on our own trying to find DeeDude’s keys, which I thought was a pity since I ought to, as a psychic of many years, at least be able to do this one thing.

I went out onto the patio and leaned over onto the arms of one of our plastic lawn chairs. I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and I tried to calm down. I knew that trying to tap into that “other space” is very difficult when you’re uptight. I said, “Please, I really need you guys to help me now. If you’ve ever helped me before help me now.” I stayed bent over for a few more seconds until DeeDude came to the door and demanded to know what I was doing. I didn’t say, but I walked back into the house.

I went into the kitchen, stood in front of two of the drawers, pulled them both open at the same time and this is what I saw:

By the way, the dinner was fabulous. They had it at Spenger's in Berkeley and Richard Schwartz, a friend of DeeDude's, gave an interesting presetation of early days in Alameda County. You can see the work he's done at his website: www.richardschwartz.info

Voices of Angels

2008-10-12T15:48:00.000-07:00

A Question Answered about Ouija Boards

2008-09-28T09:06:00.000-07:00

I got this email today and thought others might find it useful.

The Question: When you start with the Ouija Board (On your site), what do you say?? How do you begin??

My Answer: When I sit at the Ouija Board there is no beginning word to start, it is just on.

The problem when I was learning how, the six months leading up to when it actually worked there was nothing, absolutely nothing I could do to make the stupid thing work. It was horribly frustrating, but I kept trying. I’d sit there and concentrate and meditate and pray for my guide to please, please, please come talk to me. Nothing. Nothing would happen at all.

But, I kept trying.

Now, I sit down and phrase whatever I want to talk about silently in my head and zip, zoom, swoosh, there goes the planchette. There is no sitting politely and reverently asking for my guide to please come talk to me. I know that my guide is always at my side, when I’m sleeping, when I’m driving, when I’m eating, even, Heaven forbid, when I’m sitting on the toilet. No privacy. No privacy at all anymore.

What’s fun about it is that I can do Air Ouija now. I sort of made it up. You don’t need a board or a planchette to make it work. You just sort of imagine the board in front of you and your finger sketches into the air pointing at the invisible letters. For me it’s more useful for Yes and No questions since I can clearly remember where those words are on the board. I sort of forget where the letters are….and I can hear anyway, so I don’t have to see who’s pointing to what to know what it is they are talking about. It’s just a fun and silly thing to do. Make a game of it, but always, always be mature about only asking to speak with your guide.

The stuff you’re going to be hearing in the beginning is going to be strange and off the wall depending on how mature you are, how susceptible you are to superstitious things, how afraid you are of things that go bump in the night and how psychologically well balanced you really are. If you are under a doctor’s care for a psychiatric issue then you do NOT want to do this.

If you make a promise to yourself that you will not be afraid to pay attention to your own psychological growth to include going to see a therapist if it gets to that then you will be okay. Talking to Spirit really pushes your buttons. You will find yourself, whether you want to be there or not, on the fast track of spiritual growth. And spiritual growth includes that your body, both physical and mental be in the best shape you can get to given what you’ve got to work with.

So, be very real and mature about asking for contact with your guide because it will NOT be limited to only the times that you sit there at the Ouija Board. And, once you get things moving with the Ouija Board there is not unmaking the connection with Spirit. You’ve broken through and there ain’t no backing out anymore.

You can find more information about using the Ouija Board at my site Talking to Spirit.

Mend Your Ways

2008-09-18T19:17:00.000-07:00

(A preface to this entry...a little way into it the guides stepped in and we began talking. I put their parts of the conversation in italics.)

Have you ever thought that you might miss out on something important if you aren’t constantly vigilant? Like, if you were to relax some terrific deal would pass you by and you’d find out about it later only to berate yourself for not being on the ball.

I think this is stinking thinking.

I can’t say that I haven’t done it myself, but it sort of just occurred to me that maybe I’m a little bit too uptight. So what if it costs $50 more just because I missed the sale. I’m going to buy it, whatever it is, when I’m good and ready to get it. There. I said it. I think I might be on the verge of relaxing a little bit.

What I’m trying to do here is force an article. I do this every month. About half way through the month I start wringing my hands (figuratively) and tying myself up in stress knots trying to think of an imaginative, grab everybody’s attention sort of little article I can use in my newsletter.

Every month I’ve been doing this and I even toyed with the idea of not doing it anymore because the ideas just aren’t flowing the way they used to.

Wrongo. Keep going with it, Pauline. Well, what if I’m boring? So what? Everybody is boring to some extent. Right. I guess it’s okay to be boring. Go ask your husband. Well, that was brilliant. He said I’ve been boring for the last 35 years. Well, you’re still married aren’t you? Yes. You can’t be that boring. I guess not. Maybe my biorhythms are really sucky right now. What other excuse can you think of?

Maybe this is morphing into a learn to channel blog entry. I think not. You probably would not want your students to see you at this shining moment. Why not? You’re not exactly an example for stellar channeling abilities right now. There’s nothing wrong with the way I’m channeling. No, there is not. I guess it’s my attitude. Right. Did you just smack your own behind? Yes. Sort of like Grace might do on the “Saving Grace” show. You’re sick. I am not, I’m your guide. Seth, in fact. Why do you think I’m sick? No one has ever accused me of being sick before. There is nothing perverted about smacking your own behind. Well, it’s just that usually you stick your finger alongside your nose and sort of wink at me when I’ve done something right or thought of something stupendous. I wouldn’t call coming to the conclusion that you have a stinky attitude right now all that stupendous. Yes, I guess I could see that coming.

So, what do you want to talk about now?

How about your need to create these articles you wish. We suggested to you 2 days ago that you might concentrate upon the most numerous emailed requests you get from your readership.

That’s right. I forgot about that. The thing that makes me feel this is most worthwhile is being able to say to folks that their loved ones haven’t just ceased to exist. That there is stuff to do after death and that folks are happy. Also that they don’t miss us horribly and things like that.

Yes, and you might mention no one has any remorse about anything either.

So, what happens to somebody who is a serial killer? What about people like that?

What about them?

Well, isn’t there any justice?

Of course there is justice. They will likely be the victim of someone’s murderous rages for many lifetimes into the future. You would think in balancing things that it goes tit for tat. It doesn’t. The bad things a person does in this lifetime can be multiplied a hundred fold to balance out eventually far into the future. So, for a string of murders in this lifetime a person can expect to be killed ten times for each person they murdered. This is a rough estimate, but you get the idea. Sometimes it takes people a long time to learn.

Well, what about if they are caught and put into prison? Sorry, that won’t wash as part of Karmic justice. That’s justice for humans. There is soul justice and that memory is a very, very long time.

What if some killer reads this and figures if he’s never going to get out of hot water he might just as well continue on. That’s his problem, isn’t it? We would think anyone who has a lick of common sense would begin to think of the consequences of their actions and begin to think they shouldn’t be doing that anymore. Additionally, when they die they will experience exactly what they did to their victims. Exactly. So, if they were to know that perhaps fear might make them stop. This isn’t just Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates directing traffic. This is their own personal judgment day.

Hey, thanks. You are quite welcome. Our blessings to each and every one of you.

Where I Do a Reading - About Getting Married

2008-08-29T02:06:00.000-07:00

I got an email the other day. The person said they were curious and needed to know a quick answer to their questions. They wanted to know when and who they were going to marry.

Well, my first inclination was just not to respond to the email. I may be a psychic, but I’m not that kind of psychic. I don’t do fortunetelling. I’m a channel. I trance out and the Guides talk about stuff. They generally don’t consider those types of questions to be worthy of any sort of answer, at least, that’s what they’ve done with me for years. So, based on what we’ve done in the past with those same sorts of questions I figured we’d get the same sort of thing going with this one and I didn’t even want to try. Seth told me once he wasn’t a nickelodeon I could feed with nickels to get answers out of him. I stood, the chela, chastened, but more knowing than I had been 3 minutes before he said that.

That, and I really wouldn’t trust my own channeling on issues like that.

However, I’ve been thinking about it. And, figured I’d give it a go anyway.

I will email the person, but I will also be posting this. First, because I just know in my bones that it’s going to be interesting. I also know it’s not what this person will be expecting to hear and certainly not something they’d want to pay $75 for which is what I used to charge for readings before I stopped doing them.

So, here we go. What follows are the Guides talking:

In this, we would take the time to say we are pleased to be here. We are also equally pleased to answer what you, Pauline, seem to consider an annoying sort of question. You must remember that people the world over would ask the same question and with as much feeling as your reader. They took the time to ask you a question. We, then, with your permission, will take the time to answer it.

This is like watching a pot boil. The longer you watch it, the more intently you concentrate the focus of your attention on the steam that is just now beginning to curl up from the pot, the longer it is going to take to boil. Our advice would be to stop worrying about it.

Marriage is a gamble even in the most informed circumstances. The best bet you have to make a long, lasting and fulfilling contract with another person (and this goes whether you are heterosexual or homosexual) is to love yourself first. Be clear in the things you like and dislike. This does not mean that you become an opinionated and boorish sort of individual. This means that you are clear in your mind and heart. You are not immaturely wishing for Clark Kent to swoop into your living room, hook an arm about your waist and carry you off into the wild blue yonder.

Do fulfilling things for yourself; interests that you enjoy. Get involved with things that you like to do. If you like crowds and are a gregarious sort of person then join up with groups of people who share like interests.

Reach out to other people. It is difficult to meet and get to know people if you hide away in your apartment or house most of the time.

Do not put yourself into dangerous positions and engage in random drinking sessions or drug use. Do not engage in promiscuous behavior. And, if you are doing these things now smarten up and figure out why you are doing them. This is where being a mature individual steps into the picture and where you do some emotional healing and begin to sort things out. Honor yourself, your mind, your heart and your body.

The more clear you are psychologically, the more mature you are, the more grown up you are the greater is the likelihood of you being able to recognize a person you would be happy with for the rest of your life.

That person will not be the most beautiful or handsome person in the world. That person is not going to have the best manners you’ve ever seen. There will be something about that person that reaches out to you and snags onto a piece of your heart. If you are in a good place as far as your own psychological and emotional development goes the likelihood of you being able to commit to a long term relationship with another person is greater.

What also certainly comes into play here is that you become less selfish. If you think that your future significant other is there to serve your interests for the rest of your life you will likely be looking at 3 divorces before you are 54 years old. If you can open your heart to another, take what you need, give what they want, let the little irritating things of life fly by quickly, learn from everything around you all the time you’ve got a good chance for an interesting and happy life.

People may speak of falling in love a great deal. That is only the first step. You fall into infatuation. Love is a conscious act that is practiced over and over again. You might be a shit for a few years while you are trying to cope with painful and frightening health issues, but your husband is understanding and is there to support you through the entire journey of your life together. Love stretches. Love never stops. You can be mad at your significant other but love never stops.

And, please remember that as you continue to grow and mature through the course of your life so too will your significant other. Love is being willing to love the other person 25 years down the road when neither one of you is the same person you were when you first met.

But, you can’t watch the pot boil.

So, our advice would be to get your own house in order. Prepare yourself for the future by growing up. Don’t stop your life waiting for Mr. or Mrs. Wonderful. They will be there for you when you are ready for them.

Our blessings, and we hope that this information will have helped both the reader who wrote and to anyone else who hasn’t had a date in 3 years.

Finding Your Soul in the Spirituality Maze

2008-08-19T17:59:00.000-07:00

Inevitably, it happens that you will come across a book that has the ability to change your life.

“Finding Your Soul in the Spirituality Maze” by Thayer White is one of those books.

Thayer, who I have had the honor of calling friend for close to 15 years, is a psychotherapist and a pioneer in the field of New Age spirituality. If you are to invest time, money and attention in each and every one of the New Age schools of thought that have sprung up and continue to spring up you would be, quite understandably, confused and feeling lost in this maze. Thayer has zeroed in on a path that can help you make intelligent decisions about where to invest your attention to the maximum benefit in the development of your own spirituality.

ASHEVILLE NC, August 4, 2008. “The Law of Attraction usually fails folks,” claims New Age author and therapist, Thayer White, in his new book, Finding Your Soul in the Spirituality Maze. “If the Law worked at all well, every city block in Europe and North America would have a few new millionaires by now. There would be Law of Attraction support clinics everywhere curing high blood pressure, heart disease, diabetes, cancer and genetic disorders. The obese would be shrinking.” Available with book purchase is a free bonus audio of Thayer describing why the Law of Attraction usually fails folks. Find out more about the book and special free bonuses.

There is a school of thought that states if you don’t learn a lesson completely in this lifetime you can always spend time with it in your next lifetime. In some instances a person might be inclined to make more inroads and progress on whatever difficult life-lesson they’ve got facing them this time around rather than be faced with more of the same in their next incarnation.

But, the quest for your own spirituality is one of those life-lessons that happens to each and every person in every one of their lifetimes. This is one of the most important lessons and the more progress you make with it the richer your life might be in every one of your incarnations. This is an investment you can make for yourself that has dividends that will continue to pay off, life after life after life.

Here is an excerpt from, "Finding Your Soul in the Spiritualizy Maze - The Path of Non-Attachment"

The pattern of fewer and fewer attachments I call the path of non-attachment. This happens to a more-or-less degree with old souls, with those who are getting old physically, with those who find enlightenment and with those pursuing deeper psychological paths. Folks on the path of non-attachment are moving beyond many of the cyclic patterns, finding themselves dropping many attachments and not replacing them.

It is useful to understand the naturalness of this process. If you are aware of an attachment, it does no good to try to drop it. If you learn the lesson(s) involved with that attachment, then it will drop of its own accord with no effort on your part. What can be beneficial is to become aware of the attachment, to look for the lesson(s) involved and to try to learn the lesson(s). If this is an old pattern of attachment for you, then it may help to ask yourself if you really need that attachment.

For example, assume that your car history has been jalopy, subcompact, mid-size and Cadillac. It may be helpful to ask yourself if you really want the Ferrari about which you have been fantasizing. If there is importance or excitement associated with the Ferrari, then you still are attached and may need to get it. If you are able to eliminate the importance and the excitement by self-change or therapy, then you will have no desire for a Ferrari.”

Visit Thayer White's website at http://www.thayerwhite.com/ for more information.

Captain Jack

2008-08-15T06:10:00.000-07:00

We had to put one of our cats to sleep yesterday. Captain Jack was very sick. He was closest to my husband though he warmed up to me in his last few weeks. When he first came to us some six months ago he was totally feral. I’d never had a cat in the house who refused to have anything to do with us and yet wanted us to take care of him.

At meal times we’d put 6 bowls out. Captain Jack got the most because he was the skinniest. Food went right through him. He just couldn’t get any nutrition from what he ate. But, he’d chow down on his food and then systematically push the other cats away from their bowls. They never said a word. They’d just stand aside and let Jack have whatever he wanted to eat. I always thought they knew he was a special needs cat and allowed him those special privileges.

Towards the end he slept a lot. He used to sleep in late every morning. The other cats would be up and walking around but Jack still lay curled up in DeeDude’s chair or on his computer desk.

We bought the expensive food for Jack. A can here and there extra just because.

God, he was so skinny. I picked him up off of the counter the other day and I almost cried at how skinny he was. I could feel every rib. He was so fragile at that point.

We’d told each other that the first time he allowed us to touch him we’d take him to the vets. And, so yesterday DeeDude took him. And, didn’t bring him back. The vet said he weighed less than half of what he should. She said he had a mass on his intestines and that’s why he wasn’t holding onto anything he ate. He only had one working kidney. She said she thought he was in terrible pain all the time.

We did the merciful thing. DeeDude held him while Jack went to sleep for the last time. I’m still crying. I know he’s okay now. I’m a psychic. But, it still hurts. Bye Jack.

Saturday Afternoon at the Street Fair

2008-08-09T18:12:00.001-07:00

DeeDude and I wandered down to the Laurel Village Street Fair this afternoon. He spent some time at the Laurel Book Store Booth talking to customers and signing his two books, Oakland's Laurel District and Moutain View Cemetary. I visited all the vendors.

I stopped by a booth for International Sanctuary that had pretty jewelry on display. I bought these earrings. The card the earrings came on were signed by the person who made them. She is a rescued sex trade worker.

Information on the back of the card that held my earrings: "This item was hand-crafted in India by a survivor of sexual exploitation. No longer a victim enslaved in the flesh trade, she is now able to go to school, receive vocational training and live in freedom. Your purchase of this product is helping her to build a brighter future. International Sanctuary is a non-profit organization that empowers survivors of human trafficking with social-enterprising opportunities."

I also bought two cat pencils. Figured they might prove inspirational to either us or the cats or, perhaps to both.

I picked up a jar of shea nut butter. They were giving out samples and it felt wonderful on my hands. This is called Ah Shayh and is also available online.

And, although I didn't purchase anything from the Senses and Scents booth I did have a sniff of some very nice candles. Promised them a link online, so here it is. They are local in Oakland, though they are only selling online at at fairs.

Chair Ahoy

2008-08-07T19:06:00.000-07:00

Well, that wasn’t the brightest thing I’ve done lately. I tried to repair my chair. The hydraulic lift went out on it some time ago and I’ve been putting up with the ding donged thing hoiking up fast and falling like a freight elevator other times. Found the manufacturer (since Office Depot no longer carries the chair and doesn’t want to honor their lifetime warranty since I’ve long since misplaced the receipt) and they assured me that for $17.50 I could purchase a new hydraulic. They were a bit vague about putting it on but assured me it wasn’t that difficult.

I should have tapped into my awesome psychic powers at that point and avoided what happened tonight.

So, the hydraulic came today. No instructions. I looked online and found other people in similar positions and printed out some of the discussions about fixing your own chair.

I did get the base off with a few well placed hammer hits. I was unable to withdraw the broken hydraulic. I pounded on that sucker with mighty effort. Tried chisels and screwdrivers and sweated a lot. Even took the hydraulic apart. (Note: Wear safety glasses.) Nothing worked.

Stood there, arms akimbo, having a hot flash considering the mess on my study floor. Put it back together again.

Except, now this piece is poking out from the hydraulic and won’t go back in again. So, I’m sort of teetering on what before was a pretty stable office chair. Can’t wheel it around anymore since the piece poking out is longer than the base. Wonderful.

Okay….took time out for a popsicle and to think about it. Took it apart again and found an extra piece inside the cover….put that on and now it’s back together again good as new...sort of.

What I'll do is take the new hydraulic lift to work and see if any of our guys can fix one of the chairs in the office with a similar problem. They actually did fix one some time ago. I remember them telling me it was a horrible job. I can see why.

"Duma Key" by Stephen King

2008-08-03T08:47:00.000-07:00

It’s funny, but the best teachers you get in life probably aren’t even aware that they’re helping you out. Or, maybe that old saying really is true that when the student is ready the teacher will appear. Except, maybe the teacher is totally unaware of what they’re doing.

Case in point: I just finished reading Stephen King’s new book, “Duma Key". But, already something is happening. For instance, in the book our hero, Edgar Freemantal, was once upon a time a very successful building contractor and is now a sad and mangled man. He caught the roughside of a large piece of construction machinery with no back up meep meeps going on to warn him that it was coming his way. Mashed him up pretty bad. Sort of rewired his head too. But, now his missing right arm itches like the dickens at times. Sometimes it burns. A hint of what the phantom limb experience might be that we’ve all heard about before. Except, here starts the Stephen King magic and where the best lies, loosely couched in truth, are my own personal lessons on how to be a better psychic.

What first thrilled me to see was the bit about how in the beginning of the burning, itching of the missing limb what relieved it was a stint at drawing and painting. Our hero comes away from these artistic rushes of madness absolutely ravenous. Same thing happened to me early on in my channeling days after a session. You couldn’t stop me I was that hungry. Now, I realize it was my own eating disorder rearing its head and providing me with a bit of comfort after a particularly strenuous and stressful experience. I remember hearing of other channels who spoke of this odd phenomena and routinely advised others who were channeling to have a glass of orange juice after a channeling session. There were also those who tried to explain away their own obese bodies on the same thing. I am not buying into any of that, but do remember there were times when I felt that ravenous hunger. Did I think it was a result of having the intense psychic energies flowing through my, as yet not accustomed to psychic energy body? Well, I did in the beginning, but I don’t now. Could have been any sort of new to me energy that would result in the ravenous raids on whatever wasn’t tied down in the kitchen. However, King picked up on it and I stand here pretty impressed that he did. It was just a small thing, but it was truth. I've just written a review of the book on my book blog.

I’m a fan of Stephen King, though I didn’t come to be until I was an adult. Up until then I had shied away from anything Stephen King had written or shown upon the silver screen. King? No way Jose. What happened so many years ago was I read, “The Stand”. Within the year I’d read mostly every novel he’d written up to that point. I’d also become psychic. I tell people I over-dosed on Stephen King books. But, that nice and tidy side effect aside, the man can write. I stand in awe of how he is able to reach out, grasp the points I would have normally missed, tossed it all around and come up with a good book.

He did it again.

Where The Hell Is Matt?

2008-07-29T20:58:00.000-07:00

This never fails to lift my spirits. I hope it does the same for you.

A Story

2008-07-26T07:53:00.000-07:00

I don’t talk about this very often. There are pages at my other sites, static pages, pages that are done, where the information has been set out. But, folks don’t go there very often and I figure that maybe, just maybe you’d like to hear a story today.

I was normal up until the time I turned 35. It was during that year that I’d quit my job and declared myself to be a writer. No more secretarial work for me. No, siree. I’d spent the last 3 years hammering out a three-hanky tear jerker, swash-buckling, romance, fantasy novel. No way I could go back to being a 9 to 5 secretary after I’d finally done that. I would continue to write. On a new project. A brand new book. I was off and running and nobody could stop me now.

Right. I got a major case of instant writer’s block. It was sort of frightening because the job was long gone and I wasn’t doing much. Then, circumstances changed a bit and I got sick. I mean I don’t remember being this sick. It was the summer cold to end all summer colds. I was coughing and snorting and feverish and plumb totally miserable. Did I go to the doctor? No. It was just a cold. But, I was really disturbing my husband’s sleep. Also, my sleep patterns were all screwed up. I dozed and slept during the day and at night I was all restless and making noise. So, I moved my operations out to the living room sofa at night so he could sleep and continue to report for duty at the job he still had.

I got tired of watching tv. I hadn’t watched daytime tv in 20 years and I got my fill of it again. What to do now? I had writer’s block and I was sick and tired of tv. I was sort of on the mend by that time. I guess it was a week into my sick. But, I still felt pretty miserable. I wanted to read something.

I decided to go to the library and pick up some Stephen King books. I’d only read the one, “The Stand” a few months before. I liked it so much I read it in 3 days over a weekend. I’d never read any Stephen King before that. I’d just been plain scared. Didn’t watch his movies and didn’t read his books. No, siree. Too scary for me.

But, I’d loved, “The Stand”. That sucker weighs 5 pounds. It’s a big book. It took him twelve years to write and this is a guy who can churn out a book a year. I was in love.

So, I went to the library. I had to ride the bus because we only had the one car and my husband had taken it to go to work. I tried not to pass my cold onto anybody else. I covered my mouth and turned my head when I felt a coughing fit come on. I tried not to even look at anybody. I swept the shelves at the library of books by Stephen King. As much as I could carry. It must have been 6 or 7 of them.

And, a week later I was back for more. He’s written so much that finding that many more books by him wasn’t too hard to do. He’s a prolific writer. He’s a successful writer. He’s a very, very good writer.

And, a week later I was back for more.

I over dosed on books by Stephen King. I remember the first thing that happened was I saw the numbers 222 on the microwave. The first time I saw it I didn’t think too much of it. It was sort of interesting to see three numbers in a sequence like that. The second time was a little unsettling. The third time and I started getting freaked out. In the years that have come and gone since I was 35 (I’m 53 at the time of this writing) I have seen 222 many times. A day doesn’t go by and I notice it somewhere. I don’t read a book, not one book that my eyes don’t fly to the page number as I light on page 222. But, back to when it first started happening? I remember going to the grocery store and writing a check for $22.22. I remember the microwave. I called my sister to tell her about it. She called me back the next day to tell me after we’d talked she’d gone to her bank and looked up at the revolving sign that has the time on one side and the temperature on the other: 2:22.

The next thing that happened was I began having really, really vivid waking dreams. Oh, shit it was so real. The next book I was going to read was, “It”, the one with the terrible clown. I hadn’t started it yet. But, it was going to be the next one. Here’s the vision I had. I was laying on the couch not doing much of anything. Sort of doing the doze thing drifting in and out. I was not completely asleep. It was a semi sleep sort of thing. Suddenly, I’m at the front window. I’ve parted the curtains and I’m looking down our steps. Up comes this really tall, really scary guy with a fucking jack-o-lantern for a head. I jerked right wide awake.

Then, there was another vision with me looking down those same steps watching a young woman make her way up them. She’s holding onto the railing with both hands, doing one of those hand over hand movements because she’s afraid to let go. She’s dressed nicely, in a neat grey suit. She’s wearing a skirt. She looks up at me as she nears the top of the flight of steps and smiles at me. I wake up.

By now I’ve freaked. I go back to the library and start looking up ESP. Colin Wilson wrote a really thick book about it. I fan through it to find the part where he’s saying ESP is natural. ESP is normal. ESP is not something you need to be afraid of.

When we were kids we all were delightedly spooked by things ESP. Now, here as an adult I’m worried about it.

So, my journey had started. This happened and that happened and I began to read about inner journeys. I began to journal. I began to read books written by people who were channeling. Seth was one of them. I’d actually read the first Seth book, "Seth Speaks" when I was in high school and been fascinated by it. I read it again. I got into the, “Messages from Michael” books. I read, “The Magic of Findhorn”. I started, “A Course in Miracles”. I found, “Creating Money” on our bookshelf. Actually, my husband had purchased both of those books years before for himself. Now, I was reading them. But, from “Creating Money” I went on to “Opening to Channel” by Sanaya Roman and Duane Packer. That’s when the ball really started rolling down the hill.

I decided that I wanted to learn how to channel. I kept at it for a very long time. I was terrible at the exercises. I couldn’t visualize worth a crap. I couldn’t concentrate to meditate. I just didn’t seem to be able to do anything. But, I kept at it. Then, I thought to myself that I’d try something that wasn’t really recommended in the book. I’d try working a Ouija board. Who to do it with me? Who else, but my husband. And, for pity sake it worked. The planchette zoomed all over the board. We asked if this was my guide. Nope. It was DeeDude’s guide. What???? I was the one who was seeking my guide. I was the one who’d been trying for so long to make ding-donged contact with my guide and we get my husband’s guide? What’s up with that?

So, I can live with that. I couldn’t get enough of being on the board to talk to my husband’s guide. But, then, my husband doesn’t want to do it anymore. Accckkkk! What do you mean you don’t want to do it anymore? I can’t do this by myself.

Nope, doesn’t want to do it anymore. His guide doesn’t want to talk to us anymore.

Oh, shit. So, I give up. I can’t ask my neighbor to help. What would he think of me? I can’t do it myself. I go back to the blankty-blank exercises in, “Opening to Channel” that’s I’m no good at anyway. Nothing happens. Zippo. I’m getting disgusted.

It occurs to me, out of the blue one day, that maybe I can do the Ouija board by myself. That’s how they did it in, “Messages from Michael”. The channel would sit in a rocking chair by themselves with a board in their lap. Somebody off to the side would take dictation and write down what was being spelled out. If they could do it, I could too. I have in the years since found those words to be particularly magical for me: If they can do it, so can I.

Nothing happened. I would sit and wait with the planchette on the board and nothing happened. I’d pray. I’d try to meditate. I’d concentrate. Nothing happened.

I used to drag my hand around with my other hand to see what it would be like when it finally happened, just so I wouldn’t miss anything. Sort of like when you were 9 and you’d kiss your arm to see what it would feel like to actually kiss a boy on the lips.

I’d continued on with reading, “Opening to Channel” I do have to say that I did finally meet my guide. It was the Meet Your Guide exercise. You close your eyes and imagine that you’re walking on a path. Picture the path in your mind’s eye. What’s going on directly under your feet? What’s growing at the side of the path? Look ahead of you. See an obstacle (I saw a huge rock). Make your way past the obstacle (I went around it). Continue your walk. Look ahead. The path moves up on an incline. You see a gate or an opening way, way down the road. Move forward, move towards it. It was at this point in my own journey that I turned into a swallow and soared in the sky. It was pretty exhilarating. I flew past these huge humped green mountainous hills like you see in Hawaii. As I got to the gate I turned back into myself and thumped down on the ground. I looked through and saw this guy in a toga with his back to me. He was bent over doing something in a garden. There was a low stone wall there. He turned to me. Balder than a cue ball he was, but he smiled at me. He held out his hands to me and I couldn’t take my eyes off of his face. He had such a glorious smile. Then, I startled myself awake. I combed the internet looking for those green hills in Hawaii that I saw in my vision and the closest I could get was Molokai at Hawaii Pictures. It's still not quite what I saw. Mine where like green thumbs sticking up into the air. Lots of them with their sides practically vertical and covered with green. But, this picture is close.

Anyway, I practiced using the Oujia board by myself. That took 6 months. Six months of nothing happening. At the end of it I decided that I’d been wasting my time. I remember that night: I said to myself that I needed to get back to writing again. I’d been neglecting it so. But, to hedge my bets I decided to squeeze the keyboard over and put the Ouija board on the desk alongside. My left hand, my non-dominant hand could rest on the Ouija board and my right hand could do all the typing. I was a good typist. I knew where all the keys were. I could do this with one hand. So, I did. I began typing. It was certainly slower than if I were using two hands, but the thoughts were flowing. I was writing again.

My hand that was on the Ouija board zoomed. The planchette fell on the floor. I was absolutely shocked. What???? What????

I got the planchette back and set the board up and using my left hand put it back on the board. It spelled out: Seth. I asked the question, are you my guide? I got a yes. I asked the question are you the same Seth from Jane Roberts? I got a yes. After that it was just gobble gook. Just garbage. The planchette meandered all over the board. Didn’t spell anything out that I could tell. Just moved all over the place. I was thrilled. I was exhausted.

Now, a year and a half has passed since I’d quit my job. But, in November they’d called me to come back. The lady we’d hired to take my place had given two weeks notice. Now, it was February. Lots had happened since then. My husband had broken his back in January and was laid up. I was frantic. The bills were piling up. Our situation was a mess. But, I did have a job. So, I went to work the next day. When I got home the first thing I did was set up the Ouija board and we were able to talk some. It wasn’t all garbage like the day before.

Turns out I guess they were getting me ready, or used to it or something. Anyway, as time went on things got a lot faster using the Ouija board to talk to Seth. It would just zoom and zip so quickly over the board. People couldn’t read what was being said it moved so quickly. I began to anticipate what was going to be said even before the planchette hit those letters.

That’s when I said to myself that I’d gone crazy. And, that’s when my guide said to me, in my head, in my ears so that I could hear him for the first time, “Go outside. I have something important to say to you.” It was noisy in the house. The television was going. Lots of background noise. I stepped out onto the porch and Seth said, “You can hear me now.”

It was a week and a half, ten days after I’d first gotten the Ouija board to work. That was Feb 12th. So, now it was Feb 22nd. 2/22 for those folks out there remembering that this whole thing began with me seeing 222’s everywhere.

It’s been 16 years gone since that time. I’m a channel. I no longer hear the guides and Folk in Spirit through my ears. It’s a telepathic sort of thing. I can say that I talk to dead people. I also teach people to channel.

What brought this on? I just picked up Stephen Kings, “Duma Key” from the library yesterday. Big fat book. I can hardly wait.

How to Get a Move On

2008-07-18T20:47:00.000-07:00

Inspiration and opportunities are all around you. If you’re sitting there waiting for the big opportunity or idea to hit you might be in for a long wait. What you have to do is to sit there like a catcher. You’ve got to be ready for the opportunity or idea. You need to seek a place where you are tuned into the idea of being able and open to catch an idea as it floats by.

There are different ways that you can be prepared. First you can be healthy, or, at least relatively healthy. You can be sure to be getting enough sleep. You can limit your use of alcoholic drinks and you can stop doing drugs right now. If you believe that a drug induced high is what you need in order to be brilliant let me disabuse you of that idea. It won’t work. So, quit doing the drugs and get some therapy and try to find a normalcy in your life. Then, open yourself up for creativity and ideas to flow more easily. If you are smoking stop doing that too. Add another 7 years to your life right now. Quit smoking.

If you find that you are too highly strung to relax you can practice being relaxed. Try to meditate. Just take a really deep breath and blow it all out. As you exhale imagine that you have attached little bits and pieces of stress and tension to the breath as it is exiting your body. Imagine that toxic laden breath moving out into the air and attaching itself to the nearest tree where it will be absorbed into a living thing that doesn’t have as many hang-ups as you do and will be converted into life force energies that will come back to you and others. It’s a cycle.

I have never been a believer in the one fix all solution. I think it’s a little bit of this and a little bit of that which over time come to smooth out our rough edges and allow us to do the things we’d like to be doing.

Another thing that you can do is eat right. Our bodies are full of a lot of junk food. Granted, it all tastes really good, but over the years you’ve become dependent upon it. It’s sort of like being addicted to cigarettes. Pull those smokes away suddenly and you’re going to be one really sick and cranky person. Same thing with all your junk food. Start by adding healthy stuff to your diet and crowd the junk food out. If you generally eat lunch out 5 days a week see if you can’t select something healthier from the menu. If you want to save some money start taking your lunch to work. Nowadays there are many people who are trying to save money. If you take your lunch to work, a salad with dressing on the side, some crackers for crunch and a piece of fruit and you’re going to save a lot of calories and a lot of money.

Smoky Skys

2008-07-11T20:08:00.000-07:00

Am finally getting over my cold. Boy, but it lasted a long time. Our air is still full of smoke from all the fires burning in California. I just took a picture of a very red sun at 8:00 pm.

The Cat House on The Kings

2008-07-05T16:01:00.001-07:00

This is Cat Heaven. http://www.cathouseonthekings.com/

And, unfortunately, the video was removed. But, the link is still there above if you'd like to go see their site. A tremendous job of work of fostering hundreds of cats.

In the meantime, I found Cat Clips a really great site. Sat here and watched them all. You can see the site at: Wizard of Wit Productions
This video is Treat Tactics. Just a hoot.

"Wild Orchids" by Jude Deveraux

2008-06-21T13:57:00.000-07:00

For the last year or so I’ve been writing reviews about the books I’ve been reading. I just started a new one about an hour ago. Normally, I wouldn’t write about the book until after I was finished and would proceed onto the review, except, this is a good one. I have this gauge I use for books. If I cry a lot it’s a good book. I call them three hanky tearjerkers. And, if a book rates as a three hanky tearjerker I really, really liked it.

I’m on page 29. I think I started crying about page 5. It’s an on again, off again sort of crying, but I have to tell you, this is one really good book. “Wild Orchids” by Jude Deveraux. I don’t even have to wait for the end to recommend it. If you don’t have anything better to do go on down to the library and check it out. And, if you can’t find that particular one anything by Jude Deveraux will do. She’s written a bunch of them and I’m betting that her other stories are just as good as this one.

Post Note: I finished the book. It's fabulous. I wrote the review at my other blog.

Computers and Dead People

2008-06-15T05:09:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I think computers are more complicated than talking to dead people. Actually, I think I must have some basic operating rules that apply to both how I approach computers and how I also relate to dead people.

It’s just a few rules.

Like with computers if it’s buzzing too loudly it needs to either be turned off or taken in for repair. Also, if it’s smoking turn it off. If it is being too slow on the internet then maybe your cache needs to be cleaned out. And, if your computer is powerful enough you can have several different programs on at the same time.

In regard to dead people you could have similar rules. I never went to school to learn these things, but then I never went to school to learn about computers either. It’s just what I’ve picked up along the way as I've talked to the dearly departed.

Folks who have died aren’t unhappy. They’re perfectly okay with having passed over. Heaven is a nice place. And, if you think they’ve done bad things in this life either to you personally or to somebody else rest assured that they will get what’s coming to them. It isn’t exactly Hell, but more along the lines of they get to experience what they handed out. They see and feel exactly how their actions affected everybody; man, animal, vegetable and mineral. There are cosmic rules of balance that ensure what goes around comes around and somebody who acted badly in this life will be real sorry next lifetime around. It’s actually a good incentive to shape up and live a good life this time around.

The other side isn’t exactly floating around on clouds and strumming harps. It’s interesting from what they tell me. Different levels according to where you’re at. Could be once you’ve passed over you’ll get another job. Might be more associated with the life that you just left too. Could be you help others who’ve just passed over. Some days it’s like Grand Central Station they tell me.

And, a final rule is that your loved ones who’ve passed over are aware of you. It’s not like they are at your elbow all the time, though it does happen, especially with mothers and kids, but when you think of them they hear those thoughts. Can’t do much about it, especially since you aren’t tuned in to hearing them, but you don’t need a medium or somebody else to tell your mother or husband who has passed over that you love them and you miss them lots. You can do that. Anytime, anywhere and however many times you want to. Just a passing thought and they heard you just fine.

Fiddling

2008-06-14T20:38:00.000-07:00

Well, this is a bit of an experiment. I've created a new Amazon store. I'm looking to see if anybody has a crystal skull up for sale too. I've got a little one on my desk, but hey, the cat could take a liking to it and I'd never see it again. The one I want should be larger. And, as with any tool of diviniation I'd want to imprint it with my own vibrations. Except, one of the guides just said a Magic 8 ball would do just as well for me. Probably cheaper too. And, I've already got a bunch of them.

Saturday Morning

2008-06-14T10:01:00.000-07:00

I find it interesting that whenever I can’t find anything to talk about something comes anyway. Could be because I am a sage in the Michael teachings. Could be because I’ve got a big mouth. But, in any case, the words mostly flow. Right now, though, I’m having trouble coming up with something for my monthly newsletter. Maybe I’m trying too hard. Maybe I just need to ease up a bit and focus in on some subjects that I think might be interesting to talk about. Give me a word or a topic and I can go to town on it.

Okay, with that in mind maybe I can start with te word apple. It’s typically the first word used to represent the first word of the alphabet. You could have other words that start with the letter, "A" and be the keyword picture holder. Like aardvark. Or Antithesis. Actually, I don’t know how to picture antithesis. What else would be a noun that would start with a? Arthritis. That’s a condition.

Okay, that’s enough paddling about. Now, I want to go somewhere. Where would somebody go who is interested in spirituality or in things of a psychic nature?

Well, I can remember before I stepped over the line and became obviously psychic; the things that worried me in those days.

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I used to think God didn’t care. I talked to him a lot, but it was sort of like shouting down into a well or hollering off the edge of a cliff. Nothing happened and although I might have vented my spleen I didn’t feel that much better for long. There was this unending ache in my heart about God in those days. It lasted for years from the time I was a little girl until the time when I finally stepped over the edge and opened to my psychic nature. I just had this emptiness inside, this yearning that I just couldn’t put a finger on to explain exactly what it was but that would not go away.

I had always thought in terms of God being masculine. Also, old. With a beard. God without a beard just didn’t cut it. I still refer to God in the masculine and still sort of think of Him so, but there’s a part of me that has come away from that way of thinking to think of God in a different way. Gone is the little girl anxiousness that if I don’t do right retribution will be swift or sure. So, I’m not so worried these days.

Now, instead of the yearning for something when I pray, the wanting for God to fix something for me about whatever is wrong, nowadays I try to sink into bliss. The thought I hold in my mind is that I just want to hang out in that place where peace is, where bliss is, where joy is, where love is. It doesn’t always happen to me, but it’s what I set out to do. I don’t get upset if I don’t quite get there. I know when it laps around at my edges. Usually, my eyes fill with tears and my heart seems to get bigger. Something inside gets bigger and it isn’t my stomach. I feel it up higher in my chest. I figure it must be my heart.

And, if that’s the only thing that will ever happen to me again as far as developing along the lines of spirituality and my psychic nature I’ll be happy. I’ve got a place to go to eventually. It’s the place I came from once upon a time. It’s a place I’ve gone to many times before. It’s the place I’ll go to when I’m done here.

Dip

2008-06-13T20:35:00.000-07:00

I can’t believe that a person would spend their life going about at the same pace. Just as in a day of 24 hours some of the time you spend during that time is spent asleep and dreaming, the rest of it is spent at your job whatever that might be work or school and the remainder doing what you like. For some people their days never seem to end and these are the ones with jobs where they are always on call like doctors and nurses or firefighters or mothers. But, that is just one day. For some it is busy for much of the time, for others not so busy. But, for all of us somewhere in that day there is time to somehow call your own. This is my time. I claim it now and will allow nothing to intrude. Let’s put it another way. I hope nothing intrudes.

I want to be more fully here right now as I write. I want to immerse myself even more than I normally do. Supposing that when I normally write I write as I would swim upon the surface of the water. Now, I want to dive. I want to open my eyes under the water. I want to writhe and twist and be weightless for just a moment in time. I want to be as I would be out of this body in another time and place as I would be with my soul.

How can I even be apart from my soul? I am my soul and my soul is me, yet I do not understand my soul. I glimpse it upon occasion and stand scratching my head at the imponderableness of it. It is as a mother to my 3 year old self. I imagine that it is calm. I imagine that it knows what is best for me. I imagine that it knows what is in store for me in a general sort of a way. I am blithely happy with my childhood and my world extends about 5 feet around me.

My world. I am happy in my world. And, then comes outside of my world where I see for the first time playmates and school and teachers and those who are not my family. I do not understand them. They frighten me. And, yet my soul knows what I will encounter in a general sort of way. And, is not afraid.

My soul that knows for a certainty that I survived and thrived 2,582 years ago. My soul that knows for a certainty that I have loved many times, many husbands, many wives, many children. My soul that knows for a certainty that I have been kind and generous and loving. My soul that knows for a certainty that I have killed and murdered and been a horrible shit. My soul that doesn’t care about any of that. My soul that knows I am busy right now with this life. My soul who knows I am a blithering idiot and loves me even for it.

And, sometimes I dip below the surface.

Where I Might Speak Out

2008-06-13T05:31:00.000-07:00

One of the things I love about surfing are the interesting things people do with their blogs. This morning at Blog Explosion I noticed Cindy Swanson had put a really short audio intro to her site, Notes in the Key of Life, up near the top of her blog. It was only 30 seconds long, but I was absolutely entranced.

So, I’m thinking about doing something similar. In fact, yesterday I was looking at the statistics for my sites and saw that 4 people had listened recently to the one and only podcast I’d made for my Learn to Channel blog a year ago. That’s my own personal rule. One thing and I’m interested. Two instances of the universe pointing something out and I’m ready to do something about it. So, tomorrow I’ll spend some time cranking up the recorder and try to figure out something to say about all of this.

I remember back when I was having trouble with the editing part of the podcasts. I wanted to get some nice, soft background music going on that didn’t interfere with what I was saying. But, getting my voice to the proper volume was a problem and that’s where the project stalled. So, maybe this time I’ll do a bit better at it.

Fun Helping a Friend

2008-06-11T20:25:00.000-07:00

So, I'm going to be helping a girlfriend bone up on some of the office skills she has but hasn't used in mandy years, come up to snuff on computer stuff and generally horse around on the internet and the computer. I think it will be fun. We'll have to get her an internet name. Will study on it and see what happens. Best that it comes from her, though, better that way. Like Dennis is DeeDude. And, like I'm Lady Skye Fyre. Will need to look over tutorials and things that are already available and see what might be useful. I know that there are tons of them at Microsoft.

Am also trying something out here with an ad from Amazon. It's supposed to showcase whatever is appropriate for this website.

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Before I Got Up

2008-06-06T06:51:00.000-07:00

As I lay in bed this morning even before the sun had started coming up I began to think of people who’ve asked me to pray for them and who’ve asked for healing energy. I thought of one woman in particular who sent me two photographs of her little girl. Such a tiny little girl. I wondered what was wrong with her and if she’s doing any better. And, I began to think of the energy she asked me to send. I use the pretend method and hope that the person on the receiving end can use whatever comes their way.

I energize the Universe around me around them
I ask that my guides help
I ask for my thoughts to focus upon the task at hand
I ask for courage to do this
I ask for healing grace for myself that I can do this
The palms of my hands are before me, vertical with my body facing away toward the person, the people who have asked for healing energy
They grow hot
I have no idea whether the person in question was able to use the energy, to feel the energy, to see that the energy I have asked to be sent to them or whether any of this makes one blamed bit of difference.

I only do as they ask
These are my prayers.
And, for specific requests, for those I know are dealing with issues, for those who would like to ask for help and don’t know how or that they can, for all these I ask God’s grace and love in my prayers to you.

Working - How Rick Steves Does It

2008-05-26T13:13:00.000-07:00

I’ve always enjoyed saying that I like to watch other people work. It’s a sort of a friendly jab at lazy folk everywhere and at myself when I don’t sense I'm in a particularly productive mode. However, I do enjoy watching folks work just for the sheer joy of it. I just finished watching Rick Steves and his camera and production crew of 2 walk through the part you don’t see in an episode of travelogue. It isn’t effortless; though it does appear always as if he is having the best of times doing what he does walking all about Europe visiting the touristy places I just can’t get to. The man, according to his crew, is the Ever Ready Bunny. After a long and tiring day when the crew has retired in exhaustion Rick stays up late in his hotel room re-writing the script they will be using the next day.

So, why am I talking about this now? It’s because I admire the way he works. I admire the tirelessness of it, the way the creative muse he needs is there for him right when he wants it to be. And, of course, I want that for myself too. So, there is a reason I like to watch people work. Though I have to say it was more from amusement than anything else that I watched 5 guys studying another guy digging a hole once. But, I do enjoy also the enthusiasm people show when they are doing something they are interested in, something they are passionate about. That’s my motivation.

Elvis

2008-05-25T21:15:00.001-07:00

From Smile Box

2008-05-25T13:52:00.000-07:00

Make a Smilebox slideshow

Spiritual Singles

2008-05-19T18:11:00.000-07:00

Opening a magazine at random never fails to amuse me. Anyway, I did that to the April, May & June, 2008, issue of Open Exchange Magazine. They call themselves the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Area’s healthy living magazine. You can always find something really interesting there. The article on page 76 I saw was about manifesting your mate and was written by Jill Crosby who is the owner and founder of SpiritualSingles.com. You can see the longer version of her article here at OpenExchange.com. But, immediately, I am intrigued. Not that I’m looking for a mate, I’ve already got DeeDude, but I’m thinking of all those dating and singles places that are always wanting to exchange links with me and I rarely do it because I’m not that convinced there are that many great places out there.

I just got a gut feeling about this place. So, I signed up as an affiliate. I’d already determined that I wanted to put a link for them on my sites, but how much even better is it to be an affiliate? Well, they’ve got some pretty banners. And, if anybody buys a membership from them they are very generous to me. Just a win-win situation.

What’s especially cool is they are not limited to the San Francisco Bay Area. They’re all over the place, and serve the internet community…which is all over. But, can you imagine? If you were Wiccan or a channel like me, or just more spiritually minded than you were once upon a time, this could very well be the place for you.

I like what Jill says in the article I read that getting love starts with you. You are the one who creates the flow of love energy moving towards yourself. It doesn’t start from without. It starts from within.

Prayer

2008-05-11T06:48:00.000-07:00

When you pray do you have the same prayers that you pray again and again? I love saying the Hail Mary. I’m happy as a clam saying it 10 times in the car coming home from work. One of the guides just said that was a decade. I should get out my rosary and just do that. I find comfort in saying that particular prayer. Sometimes I even imagine Mary and think of her as a sort of intermediary from me to her son Jesus or to God, sort of like in the old days when I was growing up.

Then, there are other times when I whine a lot. Oh, please…oh, please….oh, please. Well, maybe it isn’t whining, but there’s an awful lot of it.

But, have you thought about just having a conversation with God? Or, if you’re more comfortable with a prayer you could make one up yourself rather than saying the same one you’ve been saying for years.

Here’s my method…or, just one that I use. I start by taking a really deep breath. I’m not concerned about anything other than taking that breath. Sometimes I have to do it more than once. Then, I imagine my body getting quiet. There’s always a lot of busy work going on. The body has all of its normal things to do anyway…breathing, blood circulating, digestion going on, filtering things, brain activity…stuff like that. I don’t mind that continuing. What I’m sort of concentrating on is the stress and tension I seem to carry with me no matter what. I sort of make a promise to myself that whatever leaves for now can always come back later again if it needs to. Somehow making that deal with myself enables me to have a few moments of peace. It’s like I trick myself. But, hey, it works. What can I say? So, this is the stage I set.

Now, I remember that Spirit is all around me. God isn’t up there, or out there, or far away from me. God is at my elbow. When I was a kid I always imagined God to be sort of like Santa Claus, except he wasn’t as fat and he didn’t laugh as much, but he was an older, white haired guy. Those memories still sort of come back to me at times, but mostly now when I do this quieting down God at my elbow move I tend to imagine God as being a cloud of peace, a cushiony, enveloping place where when I enter I dissolve into tears of relief. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s like walking into a comforting hug. Getting to this stage in the prayer saying business is almost enough for me sometimes. Sometimes I just stay here for a few moments and then I’m good to go for another while.

But, you can do more.

So, say you’re in the comforting area of Spirit. Now what can you do? Well, just be. Instead of it being you and It you can think along the lines of this is what you are. This is where you came from. This is where you will someday go back to again, this feeling of peace, this feeling of being one with something greater than yourself. Imagine this feeling that is beginning to wash over you as a condition of what life is like all the time for your higher self. This is the part of you that is in charge. It’s the directing traffic part of your being. Same as Spirit, but more a part of you like the freckles on your nose. The same part that was with you when you were a slave in Rome, when you were a soldier in World War I, when you were a tycoon during the dot.com bust.

I am not generally in close contact with my higher self all the time. First time I ever saw it during a meditation it was like 10 feet tall and scared the living daylights out of me. Very strange. Anyway, I know I’ve got one. I haven’t spent a lot of quality time with my higher self lately, but it never hurts to try to try to figure out what the hell it’s got scheduled for you so you don’t get hit with some surprising move out of left field. (One of the guides just said you can tell I haven’t had a lot of practice doing this….hey, I’m trying…I’m evolving…there might be a day when I can speak with more authority on this, but for now? It’s one toe forward into the dark just like everybody else…)

Okay, so you’re in the comforting place. You’ve just shaken hands and done the, “How do you do.” with your higher self. You’re rubbing elbows with God. Enjoy.

How about a bit of well wishing for friends and relatives? How about some healing work? Okay, so here’s where the imagining comes into play again.

Imagine that in this peaceful, Spirit filled, wonderfully calming place it is also filled with light, healing light. It’s everywhere. It’s like the sun coming up over the Smoky Mountains. It’s like the first rays that you see when the day is upon you. That’s the healing light. There might also be sounds associated with this healing energy, but however you imagine the healing part to be allow it to wash over you. Allow it to be in every cell of your being. Enjoy and wallow.

Now, start thinking of the people you generally say prayers for. Think of the folks in your life who are hurting. Think of how much better you feel now and sort of direct it all their way. Now, think of your relatives, your friends, the people who you care about. Now, think of the folks who irritate the hell out of you. Send some their way too. Now, think of the folks you meet on the internet and send some their way too. The idea of the healing energies is that they will use it or not. But, it can’t hurt to send it their way. Sometimes when the number of folks I’ve got grows large I think of them as, “My group”. In my mind they’re all standing together and the healing energy of Spirit, of the Universe just sort of goes their way and maybe it can help them over whatever bumps in the road they’ve got in their lives.

I don’t know if it works. I do it anyway. I do know years ago I was doing it and the next day one of the ladies I was sending energy to called me up complaining that I’d awakened her at four in the morning and don’t do that again. LOL.

By the way, your prayers are always heard. Maybe they aren’t answered quite the way you wanted, but they are always heard.

A very interesting website is World Prayers where you can spin a wheel and find a prayer to say or go in search of one. It's worth while checking it out. Also, I've got a prayer page at Talking to Spirit. And, while I was searching for a picture to illustrate this entry came upon some really wonderful instructions on how to make your own rosary.

UFO Healing - An Email I Received

2008-05-10T04:02:00.000-07:00

Here's an email I got yesterday. I thought it was pretty interesting, so I'm posting it here without any identifying info about the writer.

Question: Have you ever contacted a ufo for a physical healing face to face....
is this possible???

Answer: I've never been in contact with a UFO. However, there are some books out there. Look for books channeled by Mary Margaret Moore who channels Bartholomew who says he is an extra terrestrial being and for Bashar who is channeled by Darryl Anka. Have a look at my site at Talking to Spirit and check out their links:

The healing from other beings is possible from what I've heard, though I've not had any experience with it and I've never actually seen an alien face to face (one of the guides just made a rude joke about people I work with...LOL), but I'm thinking the best results will probably come from your own moves. Live with moderation. Remember to laugh and have fun. Try to handle your stress. Pay attention to your diet. Remember to exercise. Keep being interested in things even as you age. When you do get sick immediately visit your doctor. I live in the west and am most attuned with western medical practices. Those are the places I would go to first, but I would not discount healing meditations and emotional and psychological healing work. All of it together will help I think. Miracles? They are hard to come by I think. Instant ones anyway. And, most important are your own life lessons. It could very well be that the best way for a person to learn XYZ is for them to experience a horribly debilitating illness. Some of this you can control. Some of this you can moderate, but some of it is written in the stars.

Here's a funny story for you. In the early days when I'd just started channeling I asked my guide Seth if he'd ever seen an alien. He didn't say anything for a few seconds and then he said to me, "Who do you think you've been talking to all this time?" I was really shocked and then I got to thinking about it. Seth was not of this earth so he would qualify as being an extra terrestrial being.

Funny what happens when you change your point of view.

Entrecard

2008-05-09T20:18:00.000-07:00

So, I was farting around at Blog Explosion this morning before work and happened upon a blog that had a neato sort of widget in the sidebar. It had an E on it and when I clicked on it said something about Entrecard. So, this evening when I got home from work I signed up.

Now, here's the funny part. There's a section of the signup where you write a description of your site. I've had the same description for some time and wanted to get a new one.

Here's the one that's been in place forever: The Spirit Moved Me and Look What Happened – the blog. A behind the scenes look at what it’s like to be a psychic. Recipes, channeling by the Guides and Folk in Spirit I talk to. Lots of fun.

So, I start writing. And nothing happens. I mean, I'm tired. I've had a really frustrating week. I'd rather throw rocks than write, but I want to get signed up and you'd think something as simple as a weeny little description wouldn't stump me. I was stumped.

So, I asked for help. And, we all know who I asked help from. I asked for a bit of an assist from Spirit. Hey, I do it all the time. And, generally, if I close my eyes, take a deeper than usual breath everything turns out well and I get the boost I need to move forward under my own steam.

So, here's what resulted. I think this is a lead in to the weekend. It sure made me laugh.

#1: The Spirit Moved Me and Look What Happened. The result of a life lived much like anybody else and what it’s now like to have a daily conversation with God who does not forget.

#2: The Spirit Moved Me and Look What Happened. She’s psychic but you wouldn’t know it. Not by the way she drives in any case. Take a look at what this middle aged psychic has to offer to everybody for free, free, free.

After I finished laughing I was out of my rut and came up with this version on my own: The Spirit Moved Me and Look What Happened. See what it’s like to be psychic. Delve into the mysterious arts and thumb your nose at fate with me. A common sense look at uncommon happenings.

I Feel Better Now - I Only Needed a Hug

2008-05-03T16:29:00.000-07:00

Check out Juan Mann's website.

Write A Book

2008-05-02T21:00:00.000-07:00

Here’s what I do. I determine that I’m going to tackle a big project. I mean this one is simply huge for me. It’s something that’s been in the works, I think, for a long time, just sort of percolating away, but the idea of doing this is daunting.

Write another book.

This one will be on how to channel. It’s obviously for a very small audience, but I think it has a place in the arena of books out there already. Plus, I’m funny. Well, sort of. One of the guides just said, “Huh?”

Oh, I have to tell you at the grocery store this evening the line was just inching along and I had time to look at the magazines on display. I zeroed in on this one with lots of stuff to look at. I can’t tell you the name of it; it was just there and caught my eye. So, I took it off the rack and flipped it open and happened upon an article of how to look pretty. I spent about a nano second on this article. My first impression was that these were all very young ladies and all of them were already very pretty. My next impression was of one of the tips that had to do with applying makeup. I don’t wear it. Anyway, with a sigh I knew that particular article was certainly not for me. No hope here. Old, fat, ugly and do not wear makeup. No hope. Not that it bums me out or anything. It used to when I was younger, (and a site prettier than now), but I’m pretty much okay with being ugly. Anyway, as I reached to return the magazine to the rack one of the guides said, “The quickest way to be pretty is with a smile.”

Sometimes my heart stops with the stuff they say.

Anyway, back to writing the book. What I tend to do with the larger projects is to whittle away at them from afar. Like I'm doing everything but work on the book right now. I've farted around on the Internet for awhile. I did spend my lunch time yesterday writing some notes out about it. I know there's already a lot of material on the subject at several of my sites, but I want to pull it all together and I want to start fresh with the writing.

I guess I could think about it here for a few minutes. Sort of muttering aloud on the blog.

Okay....so, I suppose I should think about size of book. I'd like to be able to hold it in one hand. I'd also like there to be enough room for somebody to write comments in the margins. I guess a 6 x 9 inch or so book would be okay. That's not too big. Not too small either.

Okay, so how thick? Okay...forget that. I just turned around and looked for a book the size I can envision for what I want to do. I hauled, "A Traveller's History of Scotland" off of the bookshelf behind me. It's 5 inches wide, 7 and 3/4 inch high and a little more than half an inch thick. The print in it is too small though. Okay, on average about 12 words to the line. I remember that number from another time I was figuring how long to make a book. And, 36 lines to the page for an average of 432 words per page. For rough count lets call it 425 words a page. Okay, so there are 239 pages in this particular book. Just because I feel like it I'm going to move with 222 pages because that's my special number. Okay...that is 94,350 words. My first novel was 75,000 words and that took me 3 years to write. But, I can't really base any of this on the labor involved with that because it was the first time I'd ever done anything like this and I also didn't know what I was doing. Not that I know now, but I know a little bit more. Also, this isn't a work of fiction but will be a how to book. That should be easier. Especially since I already know how to do it.

Okay, so a book of 94,000 words. Figure I write 1,000 words a day and it will take me 94 days or 3 months to complete. Right. Like I'm going to write 1,000 words every day. I could try though. I could try.

The guides were the ones who suggested I do it. They said I could aim for my birthday to have it done. That's September 1st. That's 4 months from now. I suppose I could do it.

Okay, so 94,000 words. How to break it up?

If I had 15 chapters about how many words per chapter...about 6,200. I'm talking rough here. Don't have to count words...count pages. Okay, so I know when I'm writing in Word I get about 600 words to the page that would be 10 pages per chapter. I'd have to do a few to see if it works.

I suppose I ought to be thinking about content about now. I'm really not sure that I can talk enough to fill this book up.

For this I need my special crayons. New ones. Fresh out of the box and a big old piece of paper. I'll take a picture of it when I'm done.

What I do is draw a big circle. In the middle of the circle I put the main thrust of the book. Then, the ideas begin to radiate out from the center. I'll do it tomorrow and post it to the blog.

And, I will sweep my desk off so I can be really clear about this. I think this might be fun. God knows I need some fun right now.

Fun Cat Video - An Engineer's Explanation of Cats

2008-04-25T06:48:00.000-07:00

I came across this at Can't Keep Quiet while I was surfing Blog Explosion this morning and had to share. I love cats and this is a fun video.

Out of Body Flying

2008-04-24T19:37:00.000-07:00

Here's a question I got in the email today: Sometimes this frightens me but I quite literally feel like I am flying. I would like to cultivate this ability, but have no clue how to do it. Any suggestions?

And, my answer: Baring any inner-ear disorder I'm assuming you mean flying while you are lying down, meditating or asleep. These episodes are called OBE's. Out of Body Experiencies. Here's an easy way to have one:

It might take a few times to practice or, since it seems like you're already halfway there it might happen the first time for you.

When you are quiet and in a place where you will not be disturbed, with the lights off and in the darkness lay back in a reclining chair, on a sofa or even on your bed. Now, imagine, with your eyes closed that you are moving the toes on your foot. But, don't move them. Just in your mind pretend that you are wiggling your toes. Stop and be quiet again.

Now your foot. Move it in your mind's eye, but don't actually move it. Now, your whole leg. Move it just a centimeter in your mind's eye. But, don't actually, physically move it.

Now, in your mind's eye swing your leg off of the bed, or the chair or the sofa. Let it swing down and touch the floor if you are near enough. But, don't really move it.

Now, bring the other foot down and swing up so you are now sitting up on the sofa, the chair or your bed. Except, you're really still lying down. But, in your mind's eye you have swung your legs around and are sitting up.

Open your eyes in your mind's eye (keep your physical eyes shut) and look at the familiar room around you. Get up and begin walking to the other end of your place. Walk down the hallway. Or, walk into the kitchen. You are safe. This is your place. Everybody is asleep or gone and you aren't going to be bothered by anybody. It is quiet. It is safe and you are only walking around your own place.

Next step is to open the front door.

Walk through the front door to the outside. If you live in an apartment building you're going to need to navigate the steps and then go to the outside, but somehow you want to, still in your mind's eye, move to the outside.

Next step is to take off. Just jump up and fly. Circle around your place. Stay low enough to the ground that you can see the street lights, the sidewalks and the streets. It's your neighborhood. You know where you are. You aren't going to get lost.

Now, look behind you. Do you see a sort of silvery cord that is attaching your flying around astral body to where your physical body still lies on the sofa? See, you're not going to get lost.

Have fun. Fly around some more. Practice zooming and zipping and soaring. When you are done just return to your body. Generally it happens pretty quick. You just think about it and Booop, you've back in body again.

No way can you get separated from yourself. No way can you get lost so don't let anybody scare you. I even took a trip from where we are in California to my sister's kitchen in Washington state in the blink of an eye. Pretty terrific and what a way to save on air fare!

Have fun.

For more info read Robert Monroe, "Journeys Out of the Body "

Thanks for writing and happy traveling.

The Real Blogger Status

2008-04-22T17:58:00.001-07:00

I can't believe it! This is fabulous. I have been having problems for months with the powers that be behind Blogger and "View Blog". It kept pointing back to the old blogspot address and not to where TheSpiritMovedMe.com lives now. Every time I fiddled with the template or posted something new and wanted to have a look I'd have to open a new window and click on my bookmark for the site. It was really getting frustrating. I posted the question to the Blogger Help Group and would occasionally go back to see if anybody had an answer for me because Blogger sure didn't. In fact, I don't think they want to talk to people anymore. But, I just fixed it and it wasn't that bad at all. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! The Real Blogger Status solved all.

The Full House Cafe

2008-04-18T10:11:00.000-07:00

I’ve got the day off today! To do something special we went out to breakfast right around the corner to The Full House Cafe. It’s at 3719 Macarthur Blvd in Oakland, CA.

They serve breakfast and lunch. Our breakfast was fabulous. I had the special of the day omelet which was 2 eggs, asparagus, grilled onions and jack cheese. DeeDude had a bacon and blue cheese frittata. We both had a side order of oven fried potatoes and whole wheat toast. Neither one of us could finish our meals there was so much to eat.

Interestingly, it was the guides who had suggested before we left to go to the restaurant that I bring my little change purse with me. Luckily, I didn’t argue with them but just scooped it out of my purse and loaded in the usual driver’s license and debit card.

Normally, I don’t carry around much cash. If it’s $5 that’s a lot for me, but lately when I go grocery shopping I’ve been getting $10 over the amount of purchase and have just been tucking it into the change purse. Lucky thing I’ve been doing that because when we went to pay they told DeeDude that they couldn’t accept our debit card. I pulled out what money I had, but it was $20 and our bill was $23. DeeDude took off for the bank leaving me at our table. Right then I realized there was a tiny zippered part in the change purse, zipped it open and found another $15. Voila…I knocked on the window as he was heading off for the bank to get him to come back in and we settled with our waitress…also, left her a $5 tip.

It wouldn’t have mattered that he had to make a trip to the bank. The bank is just down the street a bit, but it saved a bit of bother and that’s where being psychic helped to smooth it all out this morning. Plus, we had a really nice breakfast.

Now, I’m off to shop. I just need to be at the dentist’s today at 2:30 to get my teeth cleaned.

Learning From Martha Stewart

2008-04-13T11:15:00.000-07:00

I could learn something from Martha Stewart. I’ve been taping her shows on our DVR and my time to watch them is on Sundays. In the show I watched this morning she and a staff member prepared some really interesting and yummy looking oven baked pork chops. I enjoyed seeing them use Panko breadcrumbs because I’ve been sort of clueless about that particular product and how they prepared them for use by tossing with a couple of teaspoons of oil and then toasting in the oven. I don’t remember the particulars about the recipe, but then, they posted it on their blog and it’s also in their latest edition of the Martha Stewart Everyday Cooking magazine.

The other thing that really interested me is that it was all really upbeat. If anybody has room to complain I’d think it would be Martha, but she’s got manners like my mother tried to teach me and that is to not let them see you cry. I mean, I’m not exactly a Martha watcher, so I can’t say that I’m glued to the media for any little mention of her, but she did spend time in prison. And, from all I’ve seen she has re-entered public life pretty well. So, I do admire her for that.

What brought this up are all the thrown away blog entries I’ve made over the last few weeks. I’ll write and write and it’s all crap. It’s mostly me complaining and whining and I suppose if you can’t give yourself room to bitch and moan you’re not being fair to yourself. But, I had real misgivings about posting it all online. Not that anybody closely involved would be reading any of it. They’re just not really interested and over the years I’ve come to feel pretty confident that my cover wouldn’t be blown because of that. It’s just that it didn’t feel right to do it. And, then I looked at my statistics yesterday. I'd like to see an increase in my return traffic at all my sites. So, my mind has been running along those lines and it occurred to me this morning that I may have been complaining too much of late.

Nobody likes to listen to somebody complain a lot. So, it’s the new me. Ta Da!

Here’s something else I picked up from watching the show. I was really impressed at the variety included on the show. It wasn’t all interviewing. It was helping. It was addressing issues that are common and constantly with us. Like how to shop for the best use of your money. And, another interesting thing was how to attend to everyday and sometimes emergency first aid for our animals. The bit about calming the cats by putting a clamp on the back of their neck that mimics a mother cat picking up a baby kitten. The kitten could be wiggling all over the place but the minute the mother cat picks her up by the scruff of her neck the kitten goes limp. It's sort of like the Vulcan death grip Spock used to use on the bad guys on Star Trek. I thought any binder clip we had in the house would be too tight, so I went and found a little plastic clothes pin and tested it out on Shelby. It didn’t bother her a bit. She just lay there quietly. So, I’ll remember that tip the next time we have to give a pill to one of the cats. Also, blowing on their snout the second you push the pill down their throat makes them lick their nose and Bob’s your uncle…they’ve swallowed the pill.

Anyway, I think with variety, with an upbeat approach and a desire to help other people I could make my own blogs and website better. And, although that wasn’t the content of her show it’s what I really learned today from Martha Stewart.

Dennis and Pauline

2008-04-13T10:41:00.000-07:00

Here's a picture of Dennis and me shortly after we were married in 1976. Long, long time ago. Still married, too.

Shelby

2008-04-12T20:10:00.000-07:00

I worked on Shelby's picture in Xara today. She's such a photogenic subject.

Sunday Stuff

2008-04-06T10:59:00.000-07:00

Well, that was interesting. I started out with a blog entry to post either to this site or the other one and it kept getting longer and longer. It had gotten to be 3 pages long and I figured that was way too long to put on a blog. So, instead, I used it for a new page at Talking to Spirit. It’s been a long time since I created a from scratch, brand new page there and I feel really good about. The theme was what to do when crappy stuff starts happening in your life. How you really do have control over it and what to do to get some answers. So, if you are in any way interested you can visit my new Help Yourself page.

Otherwise, how’s life treating me? Well, I’m gradually making my way through the Ballykissangel series. I’m ready for season 6, the last year they taped the show. There are only 2 dvds in that season with 2 shows a piece on them. What an absolutely terrific show. Over the years I’d see a show here or there on the PBS stations, but I’d never watched the entire thing. We belong to Netflix and I found out I could watch the first two seasons from my computer, in the on-demand mode. The other seasons I’m renting from NetFlix. For $9 a month we get an unlimited number of dvd’s that we can have providing we only get one at a time. When you’re done you put it into their red mailer and pop it into a mailbox. The turn around time is usually a couple of days. The nearest Netflix facility is in San Jose, not that very far away from us.

Anyway, if you’re interested, “Ballykissangel” is a television show that takes place in Ireland in the village of Ballykissangel. It’s about a group of folks in the village and begins with their new priest arriving in town. There’s the lady who runs the pub and all the folks who drink there. There is love, there is conflict, these are just really interesting stories. I’m looking forward to watching the end of the show.

A Psychic Reading with Shirley

2008-03-29T09:47:00.000-07:00

I'm having a psychic reading today with Shirley Scott who in addition to being a psychic is also an animal communicator. I found her on the web last night while I was surfing around. If pics are needed here's Captain Jack and me. I wanted to ask her about Captain Jack who is very sick and won't let us touch him because he is feral.

Later in the day: My reading with Shirley was absolutely fabulous. If anybody out there is thinking about having a psychic reading done and if they also have concerns or questions about their animals this is the lady to get in touch with.

Shirley said that Captain Jack came to us to either retire or die. She said that our cats were attracted to the energy in our house. She said animals are often attracted to the energy around psychics. Shirley said that Captain Jack had been invited by another in our household and I immediately thought of Sheba who had come in a few months before he did. The both of them hang around together all day, so that made sense that they knew each other before and Sheba had extended the invitation to him. It's happened before that same way with other cats we've had. Old Oscar also retired at our house and it wasn't too long after he'd made himself comfortable that Gertie showed up who stuck to him like glue for a long time.

She gave me some pointers on how to talk to the animals. I think that's another reason why we were supposed to connect today. It was time for me to have another teacher. It's interesting how things like that happen. They say when the student is ready the teacher will appear. In any case, I highly recommend Shirley as a psychic to visit.

Early Morning

2008-03-23T05:48:00.000-07:00

As many times I sit here to write that one last article for my newsletter and have trouble every time doing it I begin to wonder why this is happening. The space to fill is small. If the word count goes to 200 words that is sometimes quite a lot. It doesn’t even have to be that much. So, why do I have trouble filling it?

This newsletter that I write once a month is filled with short pieces about being psychic. I began this newsletter back when I’d first started blogging. The newsletter was my attempt for fresher information, for a more personal and immediate connection with the people who visited the Talking to Spirit website. What that one blog evolved into though was six blogs. I try to keep them up-to-date, though there are some that are added to more frequently than others.

What is happening is the same energy going into writing my newsletter is going into the blogs. And, this morning I sit here to take a stab at answering the question of: maybe it is time to stop.

Right away I get big no’s from inside. These aren’t from Spirit. It’s from that little voice inside that says I’m a quitter. Also, nothing irritates me more than to visit somebody’s website and see a project they have let languish. I always wonder if the person has fallen ill that they have not done something, anything to update their site.

So, aside from the fact that nobody seems to visit those past newsletter issues very much I’m thinking that somehow I could devise a little mouse over or something to indicate an abbreviated table of contents for the newsletters. That might be the sugar on my cornflakes to keep me going a little longer.

And, I think I need another project. I’ll have to think about that one. Somebody in spirit just touched their nose. Sort of like Santa Claus does before he rises up the chimney. That’s always been their signal to me that maybe I’m onto something.

And, the other thing that I might do is write something for that tiny little space that stays the same with each newsletter. Sort of an introduction to what I do. You know, that feels good. Then, I’d just be writing my three 350 to 400 word articles and be done with it. Damn, that feels like the right decision.

My name is Pauline or as I am known on the Internet Lady Skye Fyre. I am what is called a channel. I communicate with Folks in Spirit; dead guys. I’ve been doing this since February, 1993. I can’t say that I’ve made much money doing it. I have a job I go to everyday as a secretary to do that. What I do here with my newsletters, with my website, book and with my blogs is to teach people who are interested how to feel more at ease with their own psychic natures. When a person is opening to Spirit, as I refer to it, they are walking into unknown territory. And, many times what is unknown can also be frightening. So, I try to calm them down explaining that being psychic isn’t strange or scary but can be an entirely natural part of life.

Also, a very important part of what I feel my job is, is to help ease the hearts of people who are grieving the loss of their loved ones whether they be people or animals. I am constantly hammering away at the notion that anybody can talk to their loved ones who have passed on and most important of all is that those loved ones always hear what you have to say whether you can hear them or not. There is never any wasted effort in these endeavors.

So, that’s who I am and that’s why I write. Blessings to you.

http://www.talkingtospirit.com/
http://www.thespiritmovedme.com/
http://www.learntochannel.blogspot.com/
http://www.thepsychicvents.blogspot.com/
http://www.onespanishwordaday.blogspot.com/
http://www.where-i-bead.blogspot.com/
http://www.where-i-read-books.blogspot.com/

Spring

2008-03-22T08:27:00.001-07:00

I’ve noticed something this week about myself. The weather where we are in Northern California is absolutely gorgeous and the flowering trees are in bloom. As I drive to work each morning I pass through a corridor of trees covered in white blossoms and my inner spirit seems calmed. At work, as I gaze through the windows of our store I see another 4 trees similarly clad and in the midst of a busy and hurried day I take a deep breath and peace, just a few seconds of it, settles over me as I gaze at this beauty.

I could really use that feeling of peace more often and though this week that the trees are so gloriously in bloom and the feeling settles over me each day as I look at these trees I know it won’t continue just because the trees will lose their blossoms as they begin to leaf out. I want to be able to capture that feeling of peace again and again whenever I want.

So, this week, as these trees are in bloom every time I look at them I’m trying to memorize the feeling, memorize the sight of these trees, breathe the air, remember everything that I can so that 3 months from now on a day when I feel like tearing my hair out, on a day where I’ve answered the phone 52 times, when I’ve been sapped of any little bit of energy that I have I can remember these trees, breathe deeply and feel a quiet bit of peace wash over me.

Where I Start Cleaning My Desk

2008-03-19T06:36:00.000-07:00

There have been times in my life when I felt sort of rudderless, that one day followed the next and the only thing to mark time passing were holidays that popped up and surprised me because I was totally unprepared for them. It always feels to me as if I am living in a fog during those periods of time. I get up, I go to work, I come home, I watch television or I read, go to bed and do the same thing the next day. Looking at my life in those terms I would say it was totally boring. I can’t blame anybody but myself.

So, I just need to get out of this rut. For me I know the best way to do that is to make way, clear the way, clean up my area. I actually started doing that the other day when I threw away some really old and expired toiletry items that had been taking up space on the bathroom counter. It’s not totally cleaned up, but it sure looks a bit better. There’s more room for the cats to sit.

It was a start.

Next is my desk. In front of me the clutter has to be 6 or 7 layers deep. As the cats leap from scanner to printer to my desk and back again I fear each time they will skid and the entire thing will go swooshing off onto the floor taking my cup of coffee with it. Bad dream.

I know it really won’t take much. All it took in the bathroom was throwing away a few things. All it’s going to take here is the same thing.

Okay, I can play “I spy” as I sit here. I spy a lottery ticket. Let’s have a look at the date: eeee December 19, 2007. I believe I didn’t win. I can throw that away. The winning numbers were: 8, 18, 27, 41, 44 and the mega number was 18.

Next: 2 pieces of paper dealing with me faxing a test fax to our new fax machine. I still don’t have it working perfectly, but I can throw those away. By the way, it’s http://www.faxzero.com/ if you want to send a fax for free to somebody. You can do two a day. The first one usually doesn’t work, the second one does, so figure on one free fax a day.

A recipe for Rocky Road Brownies from my co-worker that is absolutely fabulous:

Rocky Road Brownies
1 – 12 oz pkg semi sweet chocolate morsels
1 ¼ cups sugar
4 eggs
¾ cup
plus 2 TBS flour
½ tsp salt
1 ½ tsp vanilla
1 ½ cups chopped walnuts (I used 1 ¾)
3 cups miniature marshmallows (Says 2 ½ but 1 cup on top covers more)
2 sticks butter

Large microwave safe bowl. Put butter and 1 cup of chocolate chips. Melt.

Add sugar and stir and let it cool. Add vanilla and beaten eggs and stir together. Sift
in flour and salt and mix together. Add ½ cup of chocolate chips, 1 cup of chopped walnuts and two cups marshmallows. Mix together

Put into a greased and floured 13 x 9 inch pan. Bake at 350 degrees Fahrenheit
for 22 minutes (less than 25 min). Take out and sprinkle the remaining chips and nuts and one cup of marshmallows over the top. Press gently into the brownies. Put back into the oven for an additional 5 minutes. Cool.

So, that written here for posterity I can put the recipe away. I’d already lost it once, so now my behind is covered in case I lose it again.

Enough cleaning up. I need to get ready to go to work. More later on.

Free Faxing

2008-03-17T19:21:00.001-07:00

So, this might be useful for somebody. I used www.faxzero.com to help me test things out on our new fax machine. You get to fax 2 free faxes a day. This place is great for folks who do not have a fax machine. You do need to upload a document or text file from your computer, but hey, other than that it’s a good way to do a quick fax.

Here Comes The Sun - The Beatles

2008-03-11T20:31:00.001-07:00

I'm such a huge fan....and, just because.

Mountain View Cemetery

2008-03-09T08:26:00.000-07:00

My husband recently wrote another book. This one is about Mountain View Cemetery in Oakland, California. He's been a docent there for years and is passionate about this cemetery and about all things historical. A friend, Annalee Allen, has written a glowing article in this morning's Sunday paper. Years ago the guides said to me, "Your situation is unique. Your husband talks about dead people and you talk to them." I always thought that was funny. You can get more information about this book and the other 3 he's written at his website www.evanosky.info

As an aside, this is my 555th blog entry into The Spirit Moved Me.

Well, I Wasn't Going to Post This....But...

2008-03-07T18:32:00.000-08:00

Okay, this is weird. I never spell weird right. which is right? who knows? who cares? what is the point of this? Well, for some reason when I view blog from the blogger dashboard it wants to go to my old spot of thespiritmovedme.blogspot.com which no longer exists...so, I'm posting this just to see where it's going to end up.

Fancy a bit of lighthearted repartee from someone in spirit?

Okay....just don't use any fancy words I can't spell please. It's embarrassing not to be able to spell.

I would say you should utilize your spell checking tools before you post anything because I have news for you: You can't spell worth a shit anyway.

Oh, what kind of way is that for somebody in spirit to talk?

You talk that way all the time.

Not in this blog. I do in the other one, but not in this one.

Liar.

Right. Caught. See, you can't get away with anything.

Not you, anyway.

Hey, I'm really relieved it is Friday.

I saw how tense you were when you dropped the coffee cup and decided to use it anyway. Do you realize that the cup is not broken?

I think it is. It has to be. Otherwise why would all that coffee be dribbling out of it?

You could have developed the shakes. You had not had your meal time medication.

Yeah, but I would have noticed.

You had heart palpitations today.

Want to talk about my diarrhea too?

Like they told you some time ago. They've got a hot spot reserved just for you.

Flowers From My Husband

2008-03-07T17:37:00.000-08:00

This is from the bouquet DeeDude gave me last week.

Rolling Stones and Other Things

2008-03-05T07:31:00.001-08:00

I think it’s important to have lots of entries in a blog. Personally, when I’m surfing the member blogs at Blog Explosion I get irritated if I see the same blog day after day and the person has not updated it.

But, I can also understand because sometimes I’m just so dry that I don’t even want to talk about what I’m doing. So, to bring everybody up to snuff with what is going on in my life….

I’m losing weight. Slowly, but surely. I’m going to Curves and yesterday marked the 4th day in a row that I’d been. I’m figuring on going again tonight after work. Half an hour of activity every day does seem to help me. I’m aiming on getting my back to stop hurting and with a combination of exercise, drinking more water and having a glass of lemonade every day I’m hoping to strengthen my back muscles and if I do have a kidney stone move that sucker right along. Time will tell if this is a good plan. I have a feeling it is.

An Irish Blessing

2008-03-02T06:32:00.001-08:00

A Few Moments Talking to Somebody in Spirit

2008-02-29T05:35:00.000-08:00

The weekend is moving in and I begin to feel the creative juices start to bubble. Well, let’s just say I’m in a better mood than I was on Monday. When I was a kid one of the highlights of the week was getting to stay up late. This pleasure has not changed and on Friday evening I think to myself that if I were to stay up until 11 pm it would not matter too much since I don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn to go to work the next day.

Okay, so let me move with this thread of pleasure.

Why is it so cool to stay up late? Well, as an adult I can sit here at the computer and surf blogs at Blog Explosion earning lots of credits. I can look at my e-mail, which hasn’t been all that interesting of late, but I look at it anyway. Or, I could settle the wide butt down and do some serious writing.

Okay, since I’m writing now does this constitute serious writing? I don’t think so. This is one step up from writing a grocery list.

Why?

Because it’s not all that interesting. Are we having a conversation?

Yes.

Good Morning.

Good Morning to you too, Dear. Now people will start to be confused.

Yeah, I guess. I think I’d better go get dressed.

Why? It’s only 5:30. You’ve actually got another half an hour before you need to be in the shower.

Well, yes, you do have a point.

I thought the idea of the weekend approaching was an excess of creative energy. Or all you all talk and no do?

No do?

No do.

I guess I’m all talk.

Don’t be snippy, Dear.

Is this Mom?

No.

Seth?

No.

Should I keep guessing?

No. You’d never guess in a million years anyway.

Okay. Well, what would you like to talk about?

Are you ready?

Well, probably not, but I do type pretty fast occasionally, so maybe I could keep up with you.

Dear, if you haven’t learned anything you know we keep pace with you.

Well, there is that. You know I could raise that point in the channeling blog. I haven’t written anything there in awhile.

True. Perhaps it is time to have a better idea where you would like all your creative energies to be directed?

Okay…yesterday I got all my jewelry making stuff out to show Phil. I said to Dennis that maybe I’d work on that this weekend. Only there’s so much of it and it’s spread all over the place and once I’ve got it all out to look at I get antsy because now the place looks like a tornado hit. So, I need to get organized with it. I need a place where everything is pretty much together and all I have to do is to open a drawer to have access to the neat stuff I want to use.

What else?

I think that’s enough for the weekend.

I think not.

Okay, the website. I’ve gotten a few emails for suggestions on links. The only problem is none of them are offering a return link.

So, ignore them. What else?

I want to decide where to go with my blogs. I’d like to have one blog at Talking to Spirit. There’s so much energy that goes into the blogs, but the readership at them is nothing like what happens at Talking to Spirit. If there were a way to get the readers at Talking to Spirit into a blog I think they’d be happier.

Perhaps you could offer to attend chat.

Oh.

Yes, Oh.

A Knot In Her Stomach

2008-02-26T20:38:00.000-08:00

This is a question that came to me via email today:

I was wondering if you could help me to understand this feeling that I get when something bad is going to happen. I get this sharp pain in my stomach that gets worse as it gets closer to what is going to happen. The problem is that I never know who,where,when,or how. I just get this general feeling like there is going to be a car accident. However, I noticed that when I was little they were more detailed but over the years with everyone telling me that I am crazy or that I am lying I have seemed to lose that strong feeling. So my question for you is what is that feeling and what can I do to be able to understand it better to help the people around me? I do know that this is a good thing and I am not afraid of it any more. And I do know that it s real and I am not crazy!!!! If there is anything that you can do to help I would greatly appreciate it.

My answer:

As people get older they also mature. As you have matured it isn't so much getting used to people calling you a liar or calling you crazy that has eased the stomach pains, but you maturing and not being afraid of every little thing.

Understand that you cannot stop all bad things from happening. That's life. So, why are you being warned of them? Maybe the end result is not that you be a harbinger of doom but more that you are a sensitive open to information from other sources.

When I first began to do past life regressions the predominant things I kept seeing was me dying. I asked the guides why this was. I was getting tired of seeing myself dangling from a hang man's noose or blown up on a battle field. They told me there is a great deal of energy associated with death bed events. They said for me to remember that people have happy moments in their lives too and the next time I go into a past life regression I should bear that in mind and ask to see a happier moment from one of my other lifetimes.

It worked.

So, what you've been picking up on are the events that have a lot of negative energy associated with them.

What you can do is to become more sensitive. The best way to do this is to heal yourself emotionally and psychologically. I'm not saying you are crazy. I'm saying everybody the world over can pay attention to their own spiritual and psychological growth. We've all got neuroses that we learn to cope with and move with through our lifetimes. Everybody knows not to ask Marsha to a big party because she just doesn't like crowds. Well, guess what? Marsha can use with some psychological work to figure that one out. Or, just not go to big parties for the rest of her life.

You as a sensitive are being hit with more than the normal person.

What can you do with this talent? Well, if you ease up on the horrible things happening and become more open to what's going on in a person's life I think you'd make a terrific psychic reader. But, you'd need to stop being afraid. When you are no longer afraid you are going to be able to be open to other significant events in people's lives than just the huge roller coaster things that really don't matter anyway. Like the guides told me once if you're supposed to be in the middle of an earthquake your higher self will arrange that you be there. These are your lessons and you can't take them away.

Actually, I think that is terrific to have a signal from your body about these events. Not being afraid is going to ease that pain to a clenching that will as the years go by just be a really dandy signal for you to use to know that you are correct about something going on. Try taking it to Las Vegas and see if it works there too!

Confessions of a Pioneer Woman

2008-02-24T08:38:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I was flipping around with the remote and happened upon a sort of internet news show. They were talking about a blog that is hugely personal, extremely interesting and so far out in the country the nearest store is 25 miles away. I’ve added Confessions of a Pioneer Woman to my blog roll and invite you to have a visit to Ree's blog. Right now I am riveted by her photography. This lady is a must read. Enjoy.

A Question About Dreams

2008-02-24T06:51:00.000-08:00

Here's a question I received via email:

If I dream about people I don't know, does that mean I used to know them long time ago? Why do I dream of other peoples pets?

My answer:
Dreams fulfill all sorts of needs for people. Basically and most importantly they are a way for the person to process their own stuff. So, even when you think a dream might be of others or prophetic in some way look first to see if there isn't some meaning for you personally in the dream.

After you have examined whether a dream is a personal message for you and decided that it was not then go after the idea that maybe these are folks who are visiting you or who you knew from long ago.

So, yes, it can happen that you are dreaming of people you knew in other lifetimes. It can also happen that you are exploring connections you have (everybody has them) with folks you don't personally know who with you are working on some sort of lifelong project. In the Michael teachings they explain that we do have these connections. They've told me that the person I am working with is a female presently living in China. I don't know her personally. Could be she and I get together occasionally in dreams to compare notes. Who knows? It sounds logical to me.

My advice would be since you have expressed an interest in your dreams is to begin keeping a dream journal. Keep a little notepad beside your bedside and before you go to bed promise yourself that you are going to awaken after your dreams and record a bit of them. What you record is nothing more than a couple of words. No detailed explanations. It is in the morning when you fill in the gaps. Those three words you recorded at 3 am will be enough to remind you what the dream was about. And, not spending a whole lot of time doing this at 3 am will ensure that you're not going to awaken anybody who is sharing your bed and you are not going to rouse yourself so much that you can't go back to sleep easily. Maybe keep a little book light next to the bed so you don't have to even turn on the bigger bedside light.

It might also take a week of the promising bit before you actually begin to awaken after your dreams to do the recording. I know with me that's what happens.

So, once you are in the practice of keeping a dream journal you might also notice that you're actually recording more than one dream a night. Good.

And, the next step would be to read, "Lucid Dreaming" by Stephen LeBerge. It didn't take me until I was just half way through reading the book myself when I began having lucid dreams. That is like going from riding the merry-go-round to flying along on a roller coaster. Big difference and a fantastic dream for sure.

Lion Dancing

2008-02-23T19:26:00.000-08:00

Here's a picture of the Lion Dancing they had near our house last weekend to celebrate Chinese New Year. The Year of the Rat.

Think Yourself Thin

2008-02-23T07:32:00.000-08:00

Here's a question I got in my email today.

Question: I would like to know if exercise is truly required by the body. If our thoughts create our reality, why can't I just "think" myself thin?

My Answer: Yes, you can think yourself thin. A friend of mine is a psychotherapist and he is a firm believer of affirmations. He has told me on many occasions that if you begin with an affirmation like, "I notice my food behaviours" said 200 or more times a day that you can actually begin the process of losing weight. You can check out what he's written at: http://www.weight-dieting.org/brain.htm

222

2008-02-22T07:14:00.000-08:00

I want to take a moment to commemorate the day. It’s 2/22 and 222 is my own magic number. I started seeing it as the prelude to becoming obviously psychic back when this first started.

On 2/12/93 I started channeling with the Ouija board. Ten days later on 2/22/93 I heard Seth’s voice for the first time. Fifteen years ago. Today.

In Answer to Crystal's Question

2008-02-17T05:46:00.000-08:00

Crystal, a reader, asked a question in one of the comments to my entry of, "Becoming Psychic". My answer got too long so I figured I'd just post it here:

Here's a part of her question: Because of our free will, when you do talk with a psychic, can't the time line be changed on any event that hasn't happened? Does that make any sense? Say you'll meet whoever in one year. Or you'll move in 2 months.(This from a psychic.) Can't our free will affect that? I do believe in the psychic ability and I love to read about it as well. But I was just wondering about it and thought i'd ask someone who knew.

Hi Crystal. Thanks for asking. In answer to your question about times offered up during psychic readings, I think time would be a fluid sort of thing. It might happen that in the two months given to meet someone the meeting was actually in line at a grocery store, just a brief and passing thing, and the real meeting is going to be six months down the road. You didn’t notice the first one, but when the second one comes you definitely notice it.

Also, the idea of moving to a different place. So, physically moving satisfies something for you. So, might moving something deep within your heart. It's like you could really be happy anywhere. You're not there now, but imagine if you could be happy living in a dump or you could be happy living in a cute little cottage. It's your choice. If the psychic sees you moving in two months maybe what they are seeing is you finally moving through some psychological crap to a place where you are not unhappy anymore living in your little dump. What before irritated the crap out of you. You hated the drapes. You hated the paint on the walls. You hated the neighbors. You hated everything about the place. Now? You're in a better place in your head and heart where the same crappy little dump doesn't look so bad anymore. Now you like it. You didn't move physically. You moved in your head and heart. Saves on first and last.

I believe what a psychic sees in the future would be possible events. Of the one seen there could be six others that might, instead, come to pass. Each one of those six different possible events could be the one you need to satisfy the lesson being learned. And, your free will always overrides everything said.

Also, it might happen that for whatever reason you are meeting this person in two months maybe you have satisfied the requirements to meet that person already. Maybe you did the lesson that person is there to teach you and there is no need anymore for you to meet. That’s a possibility too.

Think of it this way. Here you are newly born into the world. You’ve come armed with a list of things to do during that lifetime. You decided to do these things when you were disincarnate and in Heaven. You had the help of guides and spiritual leaders to assist you. It was a sort of a committee action with you at the helm. So, here you are in human body now with a plan.

Except, you’re also enjoying being human. Being human brings free will. And, you can say no if you want to. Saying no to one or any of the things on your list is not going to disqualify you from the race. It merely moves the item onto the next list for the next lifetime. It might also be harder to accomplish during that lifetime.

So, here you’ve got “A” to do. There isn’t just one way to do, “A”. There could be 16 different ways to do, “A”. You could do, "A" slowly, nibbling away at it over the course of 10 years. Or, you could do, “A” fast. You could do a little bit of, “A” and have the rest of it hanging over for next lifetime.

But, somewhere along the line you’re going to do, “A”. And, many times one lifetime just isn’t long enough to learn about those things on our list. Maybe the idea is to learn about compassion. To fully explore the subject of compassion you really need to learn about it from both the receiver’s end and the giver’s end. Do one in one lifetime and the other in another, maybe. It’s just too big a subject.

And, I also believe that when you get into the mode of higher self, that higher self seems to think the most unimportant to us details are really important. I think our higher selves like to look at everything. Everything is important. I think. It’s like slapping paint onto a canvas and calling it a picture or spending six months painting that picture, waiting for the light, drawing preliminary drawings, really getting into the picture.

Also, I think what happens during a psychic reading when they tell you that something is going to happen within a certain timeframe, just knowing about it alters it. It’s like the idea that the experimenter changes the experiment by having expectations of the outcome. Anyway, suddenly you’re so on edge waiting for something to happen that you affect it and it doesn’t happen. Somehow. These are all conjectures on my part. I don’t know for sure. I’m just guessing. But, I can remember getting the psychic readings and wondering why things didn’t happen.

The best way to move through all of this? I think trying to figure out what your higher self has in mind for things to do this lifetime might be of interest. And, how to do that?

One step? Deal with your psychological issues. Just deal with them. If you’re stuck somewhere get some help. Don’t let the issues last for years. The better the place you are in psychologically the quicker and more effectively you’re going to be able to address your list of things to do this lifetime. And, I believe your quality of life is going to improve dramatically. It doesn’t take a whole lot of time and effort to enjoy a boat load of rewards with this step.

Another step? Don’t be afraid. Fear steps in and halts progress towards all sorts of goals.

So, the long way around to answer part of your question about times given in psychic readings. Yes, you have free will and can affect them.

Seeing Clearly

2008-02-16T10:03:00.000-08:00

I can remember as a kid a common entry in my year book at the end of the year was, “Don’t ever change”. If I hadn’t changed I think my life would have been rather boring. Though, perhaps if it had been boring I would have liked it in any case. Who knows? Anyway, I’m glad I’m not the same way I was when I was 14 years old.

I am sorry to have lost my 24 inch waist, but that’s another story. I think in the last 15 years I’ve made great strides with my own life as far as clearing out psychological gunk that was miring me down. It’s not all cleared up, but at least I made a commitment and am doing things as they come up. Bit by bit. Friends might tell me I could work a bit quicker at it, but slow and steady is my usual pace.

It’s interesting, too, for me to discover that I don’t need to be “completely cured” in order to have made a definitely noticeable difference in my own life. And, if I am in a better place it makes sense that I can be of better assistance to others.

So, if you go to a psychic and what they tell you sounds strange just take it with a grain of salt. They are no different than you or me and it is just their neuroses showing up. What they are telling you is the truth as they perceive it. It’s just shining through a bit of psychological gunk.

Dennis and the Flower He Gave Me - Cropped and Treated with XaraX1

2008-02-10T19:02:00.000-08:00

I just upgraded my version of XaraX. I bought it years ago and have used it quite a bit in creating banners and other wonderful things for my websites. Lo and behold here comes in the mail an offer to upgrade to XaraX1. This one has the ability to crop photos. This is what I've been looking for. So, I downloaded it. There are incredible tutorials available and I am already pleased I did this. Check them out at XaraX

Into Great Silence

2008-02-10T12:10:00.000-08:00

“Into Great Silence” is a movie about a group of Carthusian monks in the monastery of the Grande Chartreuse in the French Alps. This monastery is considered to be one of the most ascetic in the world. There is very little talking. Mostly, it is the monks praying in Latin. There are very few subtitles. They are not needed as no one is talking much.. It is as if they don’t know we are there to see them at the work they do. Simple. Silent. Very moving.

It’s what a monk does. He prays. All day long. But, also the chopping of wood. The sewing of robes. The growing of vegetables.

One of my favorite scenes was one of the monks visiting with the cats in the barn. He sang to them, he played with them. There were times when they had free time together and I was astounded to hear them talking and laughing after having had so much silence with the rest of the movie. They even went sliding down a hill side in the snow.

The monks range in age from young men, to middle aged men, to very old men. It almost brought me to tears to see the love and care they give to each other.

But, mostly it was the silence. It was interesting to me that I fidgeted about in the beginning just as I had when I first learned to meditate and everything seemed to itch at once. But, as with my practice of meditation the figeting I experienced eased. Shortly, I settled into the silence as well. Their way of life opened to me and I was able to experience the silence of God with them in a small way. It took me 3 days to see the entire movie. It is four hours long. I’m glad I spent the time.

I watched it as a streaming download from Netflix. The DVD has additional information about the making of the film.

A Close Up

2008-02-03T13:18:00.000-08:00

Becoming Psychic

2008-02-01T19:37:00.000-08:00

Nothing changes. Not much anyway.

When we were kids we hung out with other kids. I suppose some of us were loners. But, at some point I think everybody must have hung out with somebody for awhile. I had years of being a loner, but there were a few places where we lived where I did cultivate some friendships. What I experienced was that we mostly all wanted to be like each other. There was no room in our groups for people who were not like how we were. We’d make fun of the others and although they had their own friends and groups they hung out with they did not seek to be friends with us.

So, this brings up an interesting point.

To get psychic you can hang out with other psychic people. It is a sort of contagious condition. Most times it is difficult to run across people who will say they are flat out psychic in “real life”. I don’t really have anybody who is seeking me out at the present time other than the odd internet connection every once in awhile. I don’t go around with a sign hanging off of me saying that I’m psychic either. However, I hope that with whatever I can teach about the condition I am also furthering your desire for it.

It’s actually pretty cool. You can say to people quite often, “Wow. I was just thinking about you.” That’s sort of low key, but it’s psychic. Actually, everybody has this ability. Your job, though, should you accept this quest is to go after it in a big way.

Actually, this bit that I’m writing right now is sort of meandering aimlessly about. I don’t really have a point to make other than if you want to be psychic hang out with psychic people. If you live in the middle of a corn field and really can’t say there’s anybody obviously psychic around you start reading books by psychics. Learn from them what it feels like to be psychic and what they use their psychic gifts for. Some are psychic detectives. Some help others over the rough spots in their lives. Some draw. Some create music. Some write. You can use your psychic gifts in any field. It’s the edge you can give yourself. It’s knowing yourself a little better. It’s honoring yourself fully.

It’s not being afraid.

Go get a few psychic readings from different psychics just to see what they say. Don’t pin a whole lot on it. If it strikes you as something valid then honor it. If it’s sort of confusing or off in any way, then don’t be bothered with it. Remember it for future though. Many times they see things a far ways away. I got a reading once where what was said didn’t come to pass for 5 years.

Sometimes I just sort of dip into the psychic state. It’s like relaxing into a warm bath. Like tonight I did it and I sensed my mother’s presence. I felt her arms go around me and I laid my head upon her shoulder. It had been awhile and I just fell to pieces. Fourteen years since she died and to be able to have her that close to me is a joy. So, for a few minutes here, while I typed this essay I was able to be with my mother again. Now, in my opinion that’s the best thing being psychic can get you.

Red Hair

2008-01-29T21:19:00.000-08:00

Nothing would tickle me more than to become a flaming psychic. When I think of a flaming psychic I would have red hair. It would be really frizzy. Out to here. Also, I would wear gold jewelry, big hoop earrings and beaded necklaces that I would make. I’d also make really snazzy hair ornaments. I’d wear floaty, flamboyant, colorful shirts and tailored pants. Or jeans.

I’d write in the mornings and in the afternoons I would commune and meditate and just do whatever. I know for certain I’d take a nap in the afternoons. That’s necessary for writers. Then, when I awakened, I’d hang out my sign that the psychic was in and I’d do readings for people. We’d do them over the phone. I doubt I’d be having folks come to my house. No need to pick things up and there is the matter of a gazillion cats all over the place. If the people not be offended the cats sure would be.

Ah…

Well, it was nice thinking of it.

I go to work everyday and am a secretary. I complain a lot. Loudly at times. Mostly, I just work hard. I do not dress stylishly. I certainly don’t have red hair. It’s gray. Steel gray…sort of orange where the henna stayed on too long, but mostly gray these days. I don’t use henna anymore. Someday that damaged bit will grow out. I’m horribly overweight. There could be two of us here! Slowly I am losing the weight. I go to Curves, not a whole lot, but I go.

But, I am still a psychic.

So, what happens is I try to incorporate my psychic bits with my ordinary bits and what happens is me.

I used to be more fun when I drank and smoked. When I die I told my guide that’s what I’d like to be greeted with at the Pearly Gates…a rum and coke and a cigarette. I just wrote, “Jesus can wait.” But backspaced over it when somebody said, “Don’t say that. He’ll get PO'd.” I suppose that wasn’t ordinary. I put it back in to illustrate that point.

Sometimes the guides or folks in spirit will talk to me while I’m driving. Somebody says in my ear, “Go straight.” I narrow my eyes and say, “Why?” Nobody ever answers me. They just say, “Go straight” or “turn left”. Fine. Generally, I do it. The reasoning behind this is 15 years ago my guide told me to roll up the window. I didn’t do it and 5 minutes later some lady reached in and stole my purse. No skin off my back if I go straight or turn left. Maybe, just maybe we have averted something nasty.

Actually, everybody has just as much opportunity to listen to spirit as I do. It's just that you need to pretend at first. They really don't mind if you go putting the words in their mouth in the beginning, just to see what it feels like. I wouldn't blab it around because it can be really wierd at first as you get accustomed to it. And, you might wish you never started. Some of those guys do tend to run on at the mouth. And, of course there is the idea that once you've done it you can't undo it. Make it stop...Make it stop. Sorry. Deal with it.

Also, I do not recommend that teenagers do this. Or little kids. Sometimes it just comes on naturally for them and then will fade away as they get older only to return when they are 35 like it did with me. But, I don't encourage kids to dabble with this stuff. Actually, I wouldn't even recommend anybody start unless they are in their 30's. But, that's just my own opinion.

Oh, and if you're under a doctor's care for a mental condition you do NOT want to do this.

But, if you've weighed the consequences (never getting away with a single blamed thing in your life again because somebody in Spirit will want to talk to you about it) see what you think. Spirit is waiting. Oh, and they do not give winning lottery numbers...not usually anyway.

Moving Along

2008-01-26T06:14:00.000-08:00

I’m reading a book right now that has been one disappointment after another. I’m almost half way done with it and I sat there on the commode this morning wondering why I didn’t just stop reading it. I looked at how far I’d come and thought to myself that it wasn’t going to get any better. Then, I thought of all the days that I’d wasted reading this book.

I thought to the particular things I did not care for about the book. It wasn’t the story because I think any story can be made interesting. It was the way the author didn’t seem to be moving the story along. If you can imagine you’ve got a point A, B and C to move through from beginning to end to make the story happen, it felt to me like this story was moving from A to New York, to Myrtle Beach, to B, to Safeway and then to Walgreens, and finally maybe to C. There were jolts to the story. You’d be sailing along and suddenly a character would make an observation that had absolutely nothing to do with either the story or with developing their character.

So, in the moment that I was deciding that the book wasn’t going to get any better and that I could spend my time doing something more productive it slammed into me what this was supposed to be about.

The lesson here is that I could learn something important even from the boring bits of my life.

Life doesn’t have to be totally riveting all the time. It doesn’t have to be one thrill after another to count as a well spent life. The boring parts can actually be interesting too. And, if I move into more considering moments along the way I could make my life lessons count for more too.

And, with that, I’ll probably return the book to the library and not think about it any more.

My Three Crowns

2008-01-25T17:44:00.000-08:00

I have my happy face and I have my poopy face. Poopy face has been writing over on The Psychic Vents all month and if you want to hear anything about dental news you can catch me there. That’s what’s been going on with me since just before Christmas.

It was actually sort of funny this afternoon as my co-worker and I walked through the driving rain towards where we’d parked our cars after work. I’m trying not to suck any cold air into my mouth again and have decided the best way to approach conversation in the cold, wind and rain is to purse my mouth. Like you’re doing an, “Ewwwww”. It helped a little bit. Anything cold that hits those teeth, or what used to be teeth hurts like the dickens…Ewwwww.

Quitting ---- Again?

2008-01-06T12:21:00.000-08:00

What is the difference between a quitter and a person who has changed their mind?

I would say the quitter will never again revisit the idea of doing whatever it was they quit doing. This is assuming it was a relatively good thing they were doing. We all know people who quit drugs, quit smoking and give up drinking all would resume said activity at the drop of a hat, but don’t because they know they can’t. So, those folks don’t count. I’m talking about people who wanted to learn to play the piano, who even went to the expense of buying one and who don’t make the effort to play it.

Well, this is assuming everybody thinks they actually want to play it. What if all they wanted it for was to untie a knot in their heart? And, mostly these days that knot is loose.

Well, then, I would say that person is not a quitter, but merely found an expensive way to solve a problem. But, the problem eventually got solved. So, did the expense justify the result? I’d say yes. Somebody else might say no. Except, it’s my piano and my house, so your vote doesn’t count for much does it?

Ahhahahah.

Right, let’s get back on topic here.

What I’m working on this morning is another article for my February Talking to Spirit newsletter and I’m not having a real successful time of it.

Okay, seeing as how a blog could be the springboard to something else we will use it as such this morning. I’ll put a link to the actual newsletter once it’s done so you can see if I got remotely close to what I’m working on here.

One of the guides just said to me to get in the mood. My mood for writing, better quality stuff anyway, involves getting really quiet and drawing upon something invisible, something I’ve never been able to define, but it’s almost like the smart part of myself. It’s the inspiring part of myself that comes up with interesting ideas.

Okay. Quiet.

And, seeing as how the psychic part of me is involved here I will call upon that part too.

Actually, folks it’s all the same part. We’ve all got it. It’s just that mine can sometimes be a little unnerving. Sometimes folks who’ve been killed show up too and I sometimes don’t know why they are there. So, dipping.

If you put a fair amount of planning into what it is that you want to do you would also try to provide yourself with the easiest way to accomplish your plans. If you are going to be making steaks for dinner, buying pork chops is not going to get you nearer to your goal. Must purchase steaks first.

So, if you want to learn how to write a book, if that is what your plan is, then you would need to have in mind what sort of book you would want to write.

The question, though, is at what point you decide that your original idea is so much crap and writing about something else entirely has absolutely grabbed you by the creative throat and won’t let go. I’d say that was a good time to consider changing course and deciding to put the first plan on a back burner, maybe to revisit it somewhere down the road, and pay attention to the second idea that came your way.

If you think about it maybe the first idea wasn’t all that well thought out in the first place and you needed to actually embark upon your journey and get a few miles under your belt before you could see that flannel pajamas just weren’t going to do the trick but instead a lacy negligee was more to your taste.

So, it’s a matter of being able to switch gears quickly and not spend a lot of time feeling guilty that once more you are a quitter. You’ve just changed your mind. Makes me feel better. How about you?

Happiness

2008-01-05T06:51:00.000-08:00

I’ve been thinking about happiness lately. What got me started was somebody in one of the blogs I read (I’m sorry, but I forget who otherwise I’d reference your blog) suggested reading, “Stumbling on Happiness” by Daniel Gilbert. When I’m done reading it I’ll write up a review for it on my book reading blog, but in the meantime it’s made me think. And, I like that.

Daniel Gilbert is a psychotherapist. He’s also down to earth. So, on the one hand where the book reads like a Sage (orator on stage) from the Michael teachings it is actually very instructive and entertaining. It asks the questions I have found myself wondering about off and on for years.

Just what exactly is happy? Is your happy the same as my happy? How can you say you are happy when you’ve hardly had any world experience?

Gilbert busies himself with explaining why our brains work the way they do. Why because we are still hardwired the same way we were thousands of years ago that we would flee before danger before we answer the question, “What the hell was that?” It’s just interesting as anything. At least, I’m interested.

Gilbert does not hesitate to use himself as an example. I think that’s sort of unusual for a writer to do that. I appreciate it. It sort of brings him closer to me. It makes me want to turn the page and find out what else this quirky guy is going to talk about.

Now, for my own thoughts about happiness. I can only talk about my own experiences. I am happiest when I am alone. I’m married. I’ve got 6 cats. I work. I deal with folks everyday, but I’m happiest when I am alone. Actually, I’m a writer and writers do what they do alone. So, it fits. Would this be happiness for somebody else? Probably not.

So, that brings up the idea that there are all sorts of happiness out there. It would just depend on who the person is.

Except, what about people who are happy under what we might consider to be absolutely rotten, miserable circumstances?

I talked to a lady yesterday who said that she thought in terms of there being happenings in a person’s life. She said everybody has things that happen to them throughout their lives, but there can be an underlying joy that shines forth through all the happenings. She said this explained to her why she would come across people who were grumpy and to her way of thinking she couldn’t figure out what they had to be grumpy about. And, that made sense to me too.

What do you think?

LaserMonks

2007-12-31T21:00:00.000-08:00

So, here’s what I learned today. There’s a group of Cistercian monks in the wilds of rural Wisconsin who are gagazillionaires now because of the on-line business they have. It began as they were brainstorming for a way to support their monastery. Funds were tight and the bills were piling up. The more traditional means of making money with a farm wasn’t going to work for 6 monks. So, they put their heads together and began to think. They thought about a golf course and a conference center. They considered growing Shitake mushrooms and raising Christmas trees. And, what do you figure happened while all this brainstorming was going on?

Their printer ran out of toner.

Fr. Bernard McCoy was shocked at how much a new toner cartridge was going to cost. He began to surf the internet to find a better deal and when he did he wondered how he might save money for other religious in need.

One thing led to another and they sell lots more than just toner cartridges now. Visit the monks at www.LaserMonks.com

They are a regular business. You get the added bonus of having somebody pray for you. They do as much as the other big office supply stores do. I’m switching my business to them.