Saturday, December 31, 2005
What is a little alarming, though, is that one of the Guides suggested I illustrate the book. Yikes. Double Yikes. I haven't drawn in years. So, I'll put that away to think about and plod on through with the sorting I'm doing now. I chose 10 chapters and as I'm reading through each of the channeled entries I'm making a decision about where to put each one. Tedious work, but I'm just doing it 5 pages or so at a time. I feel really jazzed about the whole thing.
In the meantime, I've finally opened up my PhotoShop to fiddle with it a little and between it and XaraX I came up with a Happy New Year pic.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Sunday, December 25, 2005
So, what does it mean for me? The Santa part? It brings back memories of being off from school. It was always like a mini summer vacation. I didn’t count the days. I didn’t have to. There were so many of them. For many years I was confused when people would say to me, “See you next year.” The years for me were marked by the beginning of school, not with January.
I remember us all trimming the tree. I remember the huge box my mother kept all the decorations in that went with us from one set of quarters to the next. It was a source of continuity for us. It was a source of stability. No matter where we lived we could count on Christmas being the same wherever we were thanks to Mom. I remember the first ornaments she and Dad ever had were pictures cut out from greeting cards pasted to clothes pins. We still put them on the tree and they were 20 years old. It was always interesting to see the snippets of signatures and greetings people had written on the back sides of the cards.
The picture is of us five kids, Christmas 1969 in Ft. Leavenworth, Kansas. I was in the 8th grade. Chuck, the youngest was in the 3rd grade.
I remember my mother making Christmas dinner. I remember everybody sitting around in huge piles of wrapping paper unwrapping their gifts. I remember my father being relaxed for the first time all year. I remember going to church. Sometimes, as we all got older, we would go to Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve to celebrate, but in the early years it was always an early mass on Christmas day.
I remember each of us kids had a baby Jesus in a manger. For every good deed we did we got a pine needle to put into a shoe box to make a nice bed for Jesus. Turns out one of the boys, I think it was my brother Mike, went outside and collected his own to make a nice soft bed without also having to do the good deed part.
So, even though I don’t believe in Santa Claus anymore I have tons of memories of happy times, of times I cherish, that I bring out and look at as though it were a photograph album.
Today, Dennis and I celebrate a new Christmas. It’s just the two of us. Our neighbor Phil will come over for dinner. Actually, Dennis has a cold, so I’m not certain if all will go as planned, but we’ll see.
Seeing as how I’m a psychic I wonder if I should speak of how this day is for me on a psychic level? I feel the same as before but, I also sense this undercurrent of things happening that runs alongside of me 24/7. I’m not always aware of it, but when I close my eyes and seek it I can feel this river that flows.
It’s like me at a bus stop. Here’s my life, my awareness of the bus stop. That’s my world, my universe. The lady and her kid who sits next to me on the bench. The older man who is reading his paper standing next to the schedule. This is my world. But, if I increase my sphere of awareness past that immediate place of awareness I begin to see there is a road that runs alongside of the bus stop. There are buses coming and going. There are automobiles on the street and delivery trucks. There are buildings across the way. There’s a park over there. I know there is stuff going on I can’t even see. But, though I can’t see it I know there’s another town nearby.
So, I close my eyes this morning and celebrate Christmas. I’ll tell you what it is that I sense. Suddenly, my legs are freezing and I’m hungry. Go figure. This happens when I meditate too. It’s like you get this itch you cannot possibly reach on your back without the aid of a back scratcher, so you’ve got to get up and go find that too. There’s always this little bit of a resistance I have to diving into this psychic river. But, if I want to be there I have to ignore the body and its incessant demands. I can eat later. The itch will go away. My legs have been cold for the last 20 minutes. What’s so pressing about it now that I can’t dip here? Actually, this is like a person who is trying to talk while they draw. You’re pulling upon two different sides of your brain at the same time and it’s a little difficult. Hovering, recording, witnessing and yet, not completely gone deep.
Okay, enough talk. Dip again, Pauline. Oh, I’m also listening to Dr. Jeffrey Thompson’s Delta Brain Wave CD. It helps me.
Dip. Dip and talk about it. Just waiting to see what is there psychically for me to see and talk about. Writers. Sometimes it sort of hits you. Like that did. I “felt” writers. Lots of them. Okay, I’m getting my breath back again. That socked it out of me but quick. Nothing to be afraid of. They won’t talk. Or, not much anyway. Dip again. Hemingway. Louisa Mae Alcott. Not the same as they were. A family of writers. One with the universe. One always before. Reaching out to reveal the things they think are of note. Other writers. Many writers. Merry Christmas.
Okay, here’s a weird thing. One of the writers I sensed a minute ago is still alive. I wasn’t sure. I took her name off of the list. See, I’m not sure. What if she suddenly keeled over? She’s elderly. I don’t want anybody to think I’ve hexed someone. But, what I’m wondering is in psychically sensing a river of writers why did I not just tap into the dead ones? Maybe, and now that I think about it, why couldn’t there be just that great river of unconsciousness that everybody is a part of dead or alive? Maybe that’s what happened. I’m certainly no expert at this….that’s why I never quit my day job. But, that’s what I sensed just now.
Merry Christmas everybody.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
A book oughta keep me busy for awhile. Blogging around the other day I came upon 2 separate blogs where the folks had a store with cafepress as part of the url. Curious me investigated and discovered they also do books. So, that’s where the germ of an idea took hold. Germs do take hold. The settle in comfortably in a corner of your nose and tickle for a bit. You don’t think about that little tickle as being the forerunner of a full blown Christmas sick do you? No. But, I just fired off a three sneeze salvo and I’m betting it could turn into my usual Holiday Sick. Great. Don’t think about it. Push on and if I need to I’ll take a DayQuil.
Anyway, I thought last night what I needed to do in order to have an organized book was to start with the chapter headings. I thought of a few and as I read through the channeling others will come to me. Damn, but I need to write this stuff down as it occurs to me. Short term memory sucks.
- Illness & Healing
- Death & Beyond
- Other Lives
- Changing Habits
- Right Company
Friday, December 23, 2005
I love to read. I especially love to read romance novels. It’s funny because I’ll show pictures of the heroes on the covers to my husband, with their shining chests bulging with very impressive muscles. He makes funny noises. It’s fun to hear him. Anyway, I love to read. I’ve got some favorite writers. One of them is Jayne Ann Krentz. She writes under a bunch of pseudonyms depending upon which genre she is writing in. I’ve read many of her books over and over again. And, for the 10th time now I’m reading, “Eclipse Bay”. But, this time is sort of different.
In addition to loving to read I also love to write. Well, I write here in the blog. I write for the guides, but that’s channeling. They utilize the skills I’ve developed as a writer so that it all looks okay, but I don’t really consider it to be me doing writing. That’s what this is. But, what I’d love to do, what I know would fulfill a yearning inside of me would be for me to write another book. It would take a lot of energy. I don’t know that I have the time. But, it’s like this yearning is getting to be too strong for my excuses.
What I want is to become acquainted with my characters. When you write a story it’s really just the tip of the iceberg. What the writer has done that you, the reader, doesn’t see is get into the heads of the characters of the story. It’s like being related to them and living in the same house and just, generally, hanging out with them for an extended period of time. These characters are going to do things in your head that never end up on the pages of your book. They’re going to have discussions and altercations. And, for me the beauty, the attraction of being a writer is that you can continue to have a relationship with your characters long after the story has been finished. Sort of pop in 3 years down the road to find out how things are doing, what they are all doing now. That sort of thing.
I don’t know if other writers feel that way. I do. Maybe I’m weird. Maybe it’s because I channel and I already hear voices in my head. Maybe it’s because when I was learning how to channel I had to really, really try hard to imagine what it would be like trying to force it all to actually start happening.
Anyway, one of the hardest things for me to do was to figure out what to write about and how to construct my characters. Stephen King said in, “On Writing” that he sort of went out into the desert in his head and saw stories sticking up out of the ground. He’d dig them up and go from there. Maybe I could try something along those lines. Maybe there are characters out there who need a writer to write for them. Maybe I should just sit here quietly and allow one of them to come to me. I wonder what that would be like? If I enter into a receptive mood. If I’m quiet and lower some barriers, sort of like hanging a sign out that says, “She’s in the mood”…something will happen. (Sheesh…I can hear guide’s laughing off in the distance…ha.)
Okay, so, this is just an experiment. There’s nothing that says I’m committing to any of it. It’s just for fun. To set the scene for anybody reading this right now, it’s 4:45 am. I’ve been awake for 2 hours. Actually, these are writer’s hours. I’ve kept them for years. You wake up in the dead of night and get your writing done while everybody is asleep. I’m listening to Dr. Jeffrey Thompson’s Brain Wave Meditation CD’s. This particular one is Alert Relaxation Light to Mid Alpha and Mid to Deep Alpha. Very cool stuff for me. I use it when I’m channeling sometimes too. I’m going to be tired at work, but hey, life is short anyway, right? Also, it’s Friday and I can sleep in tomorrow.
Jake. He’s a cowboy. I said I didn’t think so. He said, “Hey, you said you were ready. I’m here.” Jake. What do you look like? I can’t see you. Clearly. I felt your presence. I knew you were a masculine presence. Lonely place. But, not lonely. Just a hermit like person. Like I am. Alone and yet not alone. Content. Likes to feel the day on him. Wakes up in the morning and hears birdsong. Hears little animals skittering around. Gophers, no, prairie dogs. Creaking leather of his saddle. His horse. He’s known this horse just a short while. They work well together or they will given time. He’s waiting. He tells the horse what he wants with his body shifting this way or that in the saddle. The way he tenses his muscles are communicated to the horse. But, the horse hasn’t yet surrendered. No, not surrendered, but invited him to come into his herd. What? This man is one with nature. This man is so in tune with what is going on around him that the intrusion of city life would disrupt the order he’s established. It’s not that he is an extraordinary cowboy. He’s just in tune.
Jesus…am I going to be writing a new age cowboy story? Why not? You asked to meet me. You? You’re Jake? Yes. This is weird. Why? I didn’t think writers were supposed to be talking to their characters. You just said not two paragraphs ago that you wanted to meet me. Here I am. Deal with it. Oh, shit. Nice talk.
Jake? Yes. I’m sorry, but this is really strange for me. I know. I’m afraid to do this. I know. Are you a figment of my imagination or are you real? I’m as real as you are. Why are we talking this way? Because you’re a channel and the muscles you use for your creativity are the same ones you use to channel. It’s why you’re such an odd secretary too and you’ve gotten used to that. Well, you do have a point.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
So, instead of just discounting the book out of hand I will still recommend it as a good read.
Intention. I have to admit that intention for me has always been hard work coupled with determination. Just hammer away at whatever it is until you get it done. Dr. Dyer is suggesting we look at intention as if it were a source of energy that we are already a part of. I had wondered when things would almost “magically” happen to me, when people would show up just when I needed them, when books would fall off of shelves at my feet in libraries. Now, I’m thinking these isolated occurrences might have been part of the intention he speaks of.
The one thing, though, that has me puzzled is how he speaks of ego. I’ve heard others speak this way too. Get rid of ego and all will go smoothly with your quest toward oneness with Spirit.
One of the things I’m concerned with personally is how to live in the world, concerned with business and commerce, with paying bills and being materialistic, living and working with people who, at times, piss me off and on the other hand being spiritual. Sometimes I think, “A really spiritual person would not have said that, or acted that way, or felt like I do.”
Well, all I can do is to keep trying. I suppose that’s all anybody can do.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Well….just now I went to mix up a batch. It called for 3 eggs. I look at the back of the box and think to myself, “I swear I didn’t put that many eggs into the batch of brownies I made for Dennis. I thought this was the same line of brownies. Maybe because these have walnuts in them they’ve got different preparation directions.” I peer at the directions some more. 3 eggs. That’s what it says. Okay.
So I mixed up the brownies. And, they’re real loose. Too loose. This is soupier than I’ve ever seen any brownies be. I peer some more at the directions. Now, it says 2 eggs. Oh, shoot. So, I start tossing in handfuls of flour to eat up the extra egg. Three handfuls later and we’re waiting for the oven to go up to 350°. I’ll post later to say if this batch is going to stay in the Evanosky’s house or if they can go out as gifts.
Posted later on: Well, they're okay. They're not spectacular. They'd go okay with a cup of coffee or tea because they're sort of on the dry side. More like cake. So, we're keeping them. That's the second batch that's staying in the house. Good thing I bought two boxes of candy. At the rate I'm going now, I'm going to need some more boxes of candy.
Posted still later on: Hey, it all worked out. There were enough made of the bars between all the brownies and the chocolate chip bars and even most of the batch I thought was a gonner. They tasted fine after they'd had the chance to mellow out a bit. So, tomorrow I'll take in 6 holiday bags of brownies and bars for the guys at work. It's been years since I did anything like that.
There are several different things at work. One is to take the journey from one made in an unconscious fashion to one that is made with deliberation and in a totally conscious state of mind. The other is to allow the journey to go from one of deliberation to that of unconsciousness. Another concept to consider is that you cease to consider yourself a victim and begin to consider your place in the universe as one that is special and unique.
Taking the journey from one of unconsciousness to that of deliberation: When you have no map how can you even expect to get where you want to go? Have in your mind the steps you need to take, even if it is the steps you think you need to take to get to a particular goal. These steps will, more than likely, change as you make progress toward your goal and the goal itself might even change as you near it.
Taking the journey from that of deliberation to that of unconsciousness: When you behold the work of a renowned artist you look upon a person who spent many years learning his or her craft. Once the preliminaries were out of the way they could begin the process of tapping into their hearts. In a sense their journey was deliberate and then became unconscious. Many people fear to look into the secrets of their hearts.
When you learn to dance you watch your feet. You are hesitant. You step upon the toes of your partner. But, after you have practiced the moves, after your muscles know what is required of them you can relax and put yourself on automatic pilot and allow the spirit of the dance to come forth.
In each instance the work done at the height of the person’s knowledge of craft is their own. But, they have tapped into their hearts, the great unknown, the universe in a deliberate fashion and allowed creative energy to begin to flow through into their art.
So, you have identified your goal. You have identified the steps you feel you need to take to get there. You have determined that you must pay particular attention for the beginning of the journey and you know as you develop mastery over your subject that you can relax a bit and begin the process of using the skills you have learned in a creative manner to produce something.
What though about the undercurrents in your life that drive you? What if you have some sort of pain in your heart that does not allow you to achieve success? That will somehow step in-between you and your goal time after time to wreck havoc and tear you away from your intention? This is where you stop feeling like a victim. These unconscious traits you have can be identified and changed. It will be necessary for you to look at yourself with a critical eye, with an unflinching eye. It will require you to be courageous for these things typically happened to you as a child and at a time when you were most vulnerable. This is where having a trained psychotherapist at your side would be of help, though there is much of this journey that you can do on your own.
This part of your journey will typically be a lengthy one. You will, more than likely, only be able or willing to work upon a part of it at any given point in time. But, that is okay. You work and heal and go on with your life until you reach a place of pain again. Either the pain or undesirable trait comes back again gradually or it is triggered by some other event. However it comes back it is your job to recognize that it is time for you to immerse yourself once again in the process of psychological healing.
So, does your journey towards mastery involve different elements. Taken apart and then put back together again the journey begins to make sense rather than being the meandering path you had been on before.
Our blessings and have a good trip.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Seek the rhythms that throb beneath the surface of all of your everyday activities. Know that even in the tough times there are chords of silver and gold that thrum, that vibrate beneath and behind every thought you have, every activity you undertake. It is noticeable if you were to compare a very, very bad guy with a very, very good guy. The bad guy has discordance that lies behind his smile, so that even when he is trying to be good he cannot help but be bad and seek to undermine others in his way. So, too, the good guy, yourself, if you will, a shining light of optimism in the face of adversity. Fan that light to a steady flame and open your heart to those around you. They will come to you. Our blessings this wondrous season.
Today, as soon as the light comes up which ought to be in about 20 minutes, will be laundry, vacuuming and lots of baking. My plans are to create 7 or 8 Christmas packages of brownies and cookies over the weekend to give to the folks where I work and for Dennis to take to his work.
Dennis is having an accident-prone day today. He walked by the clothes tree and it fell over. It was full and did need to be picked so we either hung up or tossed into the laundry all the clothes that were hanging on it. Then, he fixed a supporting ring that had been dislodged and up-righted it. I told him he should have hollered, “Timber” as it came crashing down. Then, he motioned to a pair of his pants that I’d slung over the exercise bike. He said, “What about these?” I said leave them there because I needed to iron them. He said, “They’ve been here 3 weeks!” I said, with a frosty edge to my voice, “Yes, I’m aware of that.” Ironing is just not one of my favorite things to do. As he put the pants back on the bike he knocked off the plastic gizmo that covers the control panel. That’s when he said, “What’s wrong with me?” That’s when I went into the study to check his biorhythms. They are mostly okay; totally high 3 days ago and on a downward trend right now, but still in the upper half of his chart. Nothing really odd there. Then, he walked into the study and as he passed the vase of flowers one of them fell off. That’s when I told him to stay home today and do whatever shopping he’d thought of doing for books tomorrow. Too many portents to ignore.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
I’ve just finished working a massive project on my resource pages. Now, there are 67 of them. Eventually, there will be more. But, there are a collection of links that I painstakingly found on the internet, arranged alphabetically and placed with a joke on each page. In some instances I’ve written mini articles to accompany the subject. The most popular these days is my links page about Table Tipping.
The next step will be to beef it up with more articles while I await page ranking from Google. Also, I ought to begin the process of contacting some of those folks I seeded my pages with to see if they might be interested in a reciprocal link. I think that has to be the hardest part of this job.
Now, I would like to touch upon a subject that doesn’t actually get much air-time. I should probably say this is a sensitive subject and ought not to be read by those not mature enough to handle it. Anyway, I haven’t yet seen anything in print about it, though maybe it is there and I just haven’t come across it. That is Sex on the Astral.
It is there. It is awesome. It can especially be interesting when you are able to dream lucidly…more people will be inclined to remember their dreams now.
When I first ran across this phenomena it was while I was practicing energy techniques with the Awakening Your Light Body course from Orin and DaBen. I lay upon my bed focusing on the Nu’a and Dinia…and whammo. What? Was that? Holy Cow! Nobody said that was going to happen. I was meditating folks. Honest. I was just meditating.
Well, yes, so as you exercise and tap into the energy all around you, you’re just going to be in a heightened sense of receptivity. One of the bonuses. I don’t quite understand it, but thought I might mention it. Actually, I don’t know that this post is ever going to get much air-play, but whoever needs to know about it will see it. I just need to trust.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
The day was very productive for me. I got three articles cranked out for the next newsletter. That, Dear Readers, is phenomenal for Pauline. If anybody wants to subscribe to it I put a form for folks to use off in the side margin here on the blog. The final thing will be to finish up enough of Wayne Dyer’s book, “The Power of Intention”, to do a review on it. The last thing I read this afternoon were his instructions to close my eyes and imagine. That did it for me. I had a nice nap. I swear sometimes I have trouble meditating. I guess that’s why they say don’t do it lying down.
I also discovered that Talking To Spirit wasn’t showing up well at all with Netscape. I don’t know what made me look today, but it was pretty terrible. I was able to discover that it was one of the Google ads that was fouling things up and I removed it on all 435 odd pages. That took awhile to upload. Thank goodness for DSL.
My husband and his friends, Karl and Eric, are at present out in the living room and have been there for the last 7 hours working on a book about San Francisco. I’ve made a few forays out there, but they have just been industrially working away at it. Now, though, I think they’re getting tired. I went out to clean up the kitchen and feed the cats. Fluffy Drawers came in and made some comments about the extra company, but other than that I think she’s settling down. Mattie and Samantha are nowhere to be seen. I figure they’ll show up sooner or later. Shelby and I spent the day together. I wanted to take a picture of the guys…it was like Command Central with Karl and Eric on their lap tops and Dennis at his computer, but my battery was low. So, that’s charging, but I didn’t get a picture. Dennis did, though. Maybe I can wheedle it out of him. Karl took the photographs for the book and they are absolutely spectacular. Together they are writing the chapters and the cut lines for the pictures. Chrysalis Books in London approached them and asked if they’d do the book. This is the same publisher who did, “East Bay – Then and Now”. My husband the author!
Once, just after I first started channeling in 1993 I asked Seth for help as I tried to lose weight. Losing weight is something I just don’t do easily. I had only ever done it once in my life before that point in time. Anyway, boy did he ever help me. I’ve never been in the Army, but from the movies I’ve seen and from what my husband tells me Seth would make a good drill sergeant. I did lose 50 pounds. But, yikes, it was something else. I’d be reaching for something to put into my mouth and he’d interrupt with an alternative suggestion. Every single time. I have to confess it sort of got on my nerves. Nowadays, every once in awhile Spirit will step in gently with another suggestion, but it sure is different from what it was like when I lost 50 pounds with Seth’s help. The thing is, I have to ask them for help. Them, being the folk in Spirit I talk to. In the early days it was just Seth. Now, it might be anyone. Ha…someone in Spirit just suggested I ask Johnny Weissmuller for help. Wouldn’t that be something? Help from Tarzan to get fit and trim in the coming year.
I have to admit the help I get from Spirit is plain talking. I can hear them good. Though somebody in Spirit just said I don’t always listen. But, I can hear them better than I could before I started channeling. I also remember, though, what it was like before I started channeling when I was normal like anybody else. I used to think I couldn’t talk to Spirit. Actually, put God there. I had absolutely no idea you could talk to anybody else. Now, that I channel I know for a certainty that I could have talked easily to Spirit in those days. They might not have spoken back, but I know now that whatever I had to say got through. I was not, as I believed then, just me shouting into an empty abyss. Actually, whether you talk to Spirit or not you always, everybody always has, at least somebody in Spirit who listens to every heartbeat, every sound you make. Call them your guardian angel if you want to. Call them your guide (which is more to the point I’m told). But, there is always somebody there who is listening to you.
My point is that I could have asked Spirit for help back in those days and I’m sure that help and assistance is whatever the endeavor was would have been coming my way. Not that things would have fallen into my lap, nor do I expect them to. But, the things I needed to read and the people I needed to meet would be more forthcoming. I think this idea moves along the same lines as what I’ve been reading lately and recommend as this Month’s Book from Wayne Dyer, “The Power of Intention”. Intention, for me, is like a fast moving river and all you have to do is just jump in. Then, you get to where you’re going quickly.
So, make your resolutions this year, just like you do every other year. But, this year, put your hand out and in your mind’s eye beseech your guide for a bit of an assist. Trust the help you ask for will actually, really and truly happen. Know in utilizing this help from Spirit in a conscious fashion you are also strengthening your own connectedness with Spirit in a very real way.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Also, I had to laugh, because as soon as he conceived of the idea of intention he talked about it to everybody he ran into. To, me that is really obnoxious, except I do the same thing. I recognize the glazed look that comes over the eyes of the person you are talking to (my husband especially)…the resigned feeling where they say to themselves, “Oh, shit, she’s on a tear again.” I had no idea other people did it too. It makes me feel comforted to know somebody like Wayne Dyer does the same thing. It makes me feel like maybe I’m on the right track. Ha.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Yesterday I closed out a PO box. This morning I realized that address was on all my business cards. You know what it's like to throw away 450 cards...I know you do. Anyway, I deep sixed the old ones and realized I'd best do something about some new ones. Especially, if I end up going to a Holistic Healing Festival today. This time, however, I will make them myself as I need them. I do it in Publisher and they came out pretty much okay. Not hugely professional, but they do the job.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Over, drifting closer the bird winks once…twice…and decides to engage me in a game of chase. She veers off, wide. Over and under the drifting air currents catching one and going high, showing me how it is done. Learn from the bird. Copy what the bird is doing.
The bird lives for the moment. If it is cold she moves South. When it is warm she flies back again to the North. She doesn’t know why she does this. She just does it.
If I were to listen to my heart and do the things I need to do what would I do? Would I allow the yearning inside of me a voice? Would I shock someone? Would they think badly of me? Would I, more importantly, frighten them? Would they be concerned?
What if the answer to those questions were yes? Can I then say, “So what? This is something I need to do.” This is something that inside of me is an important thing to do. I don’t know if it is on my list of Top Ten Things to do in my Lifetime, but it’s something I was drawn to and something I cannot ignore or give lip service to anymore.
I don’t know who you are. I don’t know where you are. I don’t know your face, but there are a lot of people out there who believe in you. Whether you are man or woman or not. You might be the trees. You might be the bird I saw. You might be nothing but the air. I just don’t know. Every once in awhile I feel a peace come upon me that is sort of unexplainable. I’m a very tense person, normally. Sort of high strung, I suppose. Nervous certainly and I worry a lot.
But, for all of that, there’s a part of me that cries out to you whoever you are. However you are. Wherever you are. Peace. Please.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
You can visit where we'll be at Mountain View Cemetery in Oakland, California...we're not there yet!
This is the view from where we will be buried.
The point I'm making is that it's just something folks might think about and take care of so their loved ones who are grieving don't have the added burden of making decisions and shouldering the expense of your funeral. You can get more information at the Talking To Spirit Cemetery Resource Page at my other website.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
When you figure, the possibilities are endless...actually 5 minutes long at a time. Right now I'm writing in the "edit html" section, where I normally don't go, but for whatever reason I couldn't move myself higher than the button in the other "compose" mode. I see there are gif's for the audio picture too. I might come up with something to coordinate with the site? Maybe. A flower or something? I might work on it this weekend. I think this could be especially useful with the other blog I'm mulling over: Learn to Channel
Sunday, November 27, 2005
I was reminded, though, of how very important it is when you rely upon a spell-checker that you don’t just blithely accept whatever is suggested as a correct spelling. For instance, once I had composed a letter to a man and at the end of it said, “I’m sorry for the inconvenience.” I knew I hadn’t spelled inconvenience correctly, but was all set to rely upon ye olde spell-checker to bail me out. Yikes. In a flash of the eye however, inconvenience was changed to incontinence. And, I had already hit the send button.
That was when I learned I could delay sending emails by about 10 seconds and just have them sit around in my outbox for that long. That’s all it takes to realize you’ve done the most embarrassing thing alive. Since then having my emails sit there until I either hit send again or just allow the timer to count down has come in really handy.
By the way, I never did hear anything from the guy I’d sent that letter to. Hopefully, he read it too fast to realize what I’d done.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
This is a header I made as an experiment for this blog. Not too sure what I think of it yet.
I remember how terrible it was to quit smoking. I’d tried so many times to quit. I can’t tell you why the last time worked when all the times I’d tried before had not worked. The only thing I could say was that I kept trying to quit. Now that I have the advantage of hindsight I can see that each of those failed attempts to quit were not actually failures, but were steps I needed to take to quit. They were stages. I really didn’t realize it at the time. If I had, I think I would have tried more often to quit. You’re talking to the number one person who can’t seem to do easily what everybody else does with ease. Or, at least with style.
I was horrible. I was mean. I was nasty. I was terrible. I gained 50 pounds. I still want a cigarette every once in awhile, but the cravings aren’t as terrible now. It’s just a passing fancy I get every once in awhile, generally when I’m stressed out. But, it goes away. I had no idea when I quit that 6 years later I’d still want a cigarette, but there you are. It isn’t a crippling need, though. I can get through it. The cravings generally last all of 2 seconds. And, then it is gone. My sister quit smoking 20 years ago. She said she still craves a cigarette when she’s in an elevator. Twenty years later. She gets over it too.
I’ll tell you, though, I’ve saved a lot of money. Actually, I do remember now what the final straw was for me that made my resolve strong enough to quit smoking. It was the money angle. Whatever works. Anyway, I just couldn’t justify spending as much money as I was spending on my cigarettes anymore.
I can tell you my stats: It’s been 6 years, 2 months, 5 days, 6 hours, 56 minutes and 4 seconds since I quit smoking. I have not smoked 67,688 cigarettes. I have saved $14,180.78. I have saved 7 months, 3 weeks and 40 minutes of my life. This comes from a little freeware program called LastQuit version 1.1. Unfortunately, I don’t see that this program is available on the internet anymore. But, there are others. Quit Meter Counter is available from Download.com for $10 and, from the description, seems to do the same thing as my little program. http://www.download.com/QuitMeter-Counter/3000-2129_4-10212373.html?tag=lst-4-6
My husband would encourage me to look at it in the days just after I’d quit. I really wasn’t interested. Actually, I’d have chewed on a sock with more enthusiasm in those days, but I’m glad that I have it now. Every once in awhile I pat myself on the back and have a look at those statistics.
But, the advice I have for anybody trying to quit smoking? Keep trying. Try all sorts of things, one after the other, after the other. The point is to distract yourself. Save up some money to use as an “Indulge Yourself” fund while you are in the early stages. Spend it on things to reward yourself because you’ve been good. Spend time in places where you can’t smoke. I remember I took a lot of showers in those early days. Remember that each day you get through without a cigarette is bringing you closer and closer to the time that you can consider yourself smoke free and safe from relapses.
Here’s a run through of what happens time-wise as you quit smoking. This is from a reference article that came with my LastQuit program:
Quitting smoking can make a big difference to your health and the health of your family. While some benefits will take time, others are experienced almost right away.
Even people who have already developed smoking-related illnesses can benefit from quitting. Among smokers who have already had a heart attack, quitting smoking reduces the chances that they will have a second heart attack by 50%, compared to those who continue to smoke!
The message is clear. The sooner you quit, the more you and everyone around you will benefit.
Physical benefits of quitting smoking.
20 minutes after your last cigarette:
Your blood pressure drops to normal.
Your pulse rate drops to normal.
Your hand and foot temperature rises to normal.
8 hours after your last cigarette:
Your blood carbon monoxide levels drop to normal.
Your blood oxygen level increases to normal.
1 day after your last cigarette:
Your chances of heart attack and stroke start decreasing.
2 days after your last cigarette:
Your senses of taste and smell begin to heighten.
Certain nerve endings begin to re-grow.
Nicotine by-products are removed from your body.
3 days after your last cigarette:
Your bronchial tubes start to relax, making breathing easier.
Your lung capacity begins to improve.
2 to 12 weeks after your last cigarette:
Your walking and aerobic exercises become easier.
1 month after your last cigarette:
Your circulation improves.
You experience more energy.
1 to 3 months after your last cigarette:
Your lung function increases up to 30 percent.
Your bronchial cilia begin to re-grow, increased ability to clean lungs, reduce infection, clear pollutants.
Your overall body energy increases.
1 to 12 months after your last cigarette:
Your coughing, sinus congestion, fatigue and shortness of breath decrease.
2 to 4 months after your last cigarette:
Your risk of developing Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease reduces by 5%.
1 year after your last cigarette:
Your risk of developing Coronary Heart Disease reduces by 50%.
2 years after your last cigarette:
You reduce the risk of recurrence of ulcers and improve short-term healing.
Your risk of death from heart disease declines 24%.
3 years after your last cigarette:
Your risk of heart attack and stroke approaches that of someone who has never smoked.
5 years after your last cigarette:
Your risk of developing mouth, esophageal, throat and bladder cancer reduces by 50%.
Your chance of dying from lung cancer decreases by half for one-pack-a-day smokers.
5 to 15 years after your last cigarette:
Your risk of stroke reduces to that of someone who never smoked.
10 years after your last cigarette:
Any pre cancerous cells are replaced by healthy, normal cells.
You have a 50% to 70% reduction in the risk of developing lung cancer.
Your risk of pancreatic cancer is reduced.
10 to 14 years after your last cigarette:
Your risk of developing Heart Disease drops to that of someone who never smoked.
15 years after your last cigarette:
Your risk of developing lung cancer is the same as non-smokers.
For Congestive Heart Disease, your risk reduces to the same as someone who never smoked.
Your life expectancy is as long as that of a non-smoker!
Friday, November 25, 2005
I baked the yams the night before at 400° F. Good thing I poked them half way through because they didn’t end up taking an hour to bake. So, by the time I got ready to use them the next day they were really soft. But, still all was well. I sliced them into rounds and layered them with butter, brown sugar and a sprinkle of cinnamon sugar into a pie pan. At the end of my preparations somebody in spirit said I should sprinkle it all with pepper. I thought I was hearing wrong and said, “What?” They repeated the suggestion. I said, “You’re kidding!” Nope. They meant what they said and having said it a third time I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Okay, I’m game.” Though, I was going to withhold judgment until after I’d tasted them. Yeah, they were great!
Our second side dish of yams was contributed by friends who had read in my blog earlier that I was going to try some yams for the first time this year. It was also the first time I’d ever gotten to actually meet Krista and Abhay, though we’ve been “talking” via e-mail for many months now. On their way to their Thanksgiving Day dinner they stopped by and brought us our second dish of yams. It was great to meet them for the first time.
Here’s Krista’s recipe. Absolutely fantastic!
Medium slices of yams, 3 or so yams, 1/2 - 3/4 c. of coconut milk and salt.... put this together in either an oven casserole dish or you could cook it on the stovetop too. Add on top a mixture of spices briefly cooked in oil: Heat 1T or so of oil ( a kind that won't smoke if heated to med. high), when it's hot, add all or any of the following - 3 or 4 cardamom pods, cinnamon stick, coriander seeds, whole black pepper and 3 cloves... then after they've sizzled for a moment add some powdered spices: 1/4 each - cumin, coriander, cayenne and turmeric. They'll cook instantly so right away take it off the flame and pour onto the yams and stir it a bit. I baked it at 350° for 45 min to an hour, mixing once or twice to baste them. If you don't have all of those spices around, you can either mix and match (it will taste good with any combination really) or you can also substitute a premixed spice mix if you want, the kind we use is "pathak's mild curry paste". It is actually really, really good and about 1/2-1 T is amazing with those yams! You can get it at any Indian store for sure, and they also carry it at some grocery stores too, in the ethnic aisle.
So, thanks to Krista and Abhay for a great dish of yams. We really did enjoy ourselves and it was so nice to meet you for the “first” time!
Thursday, November 24, 2005
I would say what I am grateful for. I’m grateful for the opportunity to connect with so many people through my blog and through my website, Talking To Spirit. From the email I have received through the years what I channel and talk about has been convincing enough to lay fears to rest and to help people through the grieving process. At times I’ve been of assistance to folks who want to learn how to channel.
On a personal level, I’m thankful to have the love and support of my husband of 29 years, Dennis. I’m thankful to have had as many cats in our lives as we’ve had and I’m thankful for the four we have now: Shelby, Mattie, Samantha and Fluffy Drawers. I’m thankful for my friends who provide support and love. And, I’m especially thankful to Seth, to the Guides and to the Folk in Spirit.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
My mother would not have done things this way. Leaving it up to the last minute. The stores wouldn’t be open that day anyway. At least, I hope ours will be. I surely don’t want to go shopping Wednesday night. Can you imagine how crowded it will be?
Anyway, I’ve never in my life done anything with sweet potatoes. And, I think that would be nice to have with a ham. I think I would like to do one adventurous thing. I wonder how hard it would be and what the margin for error on elbowing up the whole thing. Notice I’m trying to cure myself of swearing. I will now use the word elbow..or try to. It appears to be working. This is a hint from one of the guides that was delivered right after I’d called somebody an a**hole for the fifth time in 2 minutes. I swear the drivers in Oakland don’t go to the Department of Motor Vehicles to get their driver’s licenses. They come in boxes of Cracker Jack.
Anyway, just to be different are there any Folk in Spirit who’d like to discuss the Evanosky’s Thanksgiving Day Dinner? Yes, this is Julia Child. No…I thought of you, but I thought it was just me messing up. No, who else? How are you, Dear? I’m good. How about you? Fine and dandy. Really, Julia Child? Yes. You have asked about cooking? To do it up and have the time you need you would need to enlist the help of your friend who does not work. But, I know you are not going to do that, so you could consider a buffet. You do not have a dining room table, so space is very limited. Setting up your card table is awkward. Stick with your tv tray tables. Okay, that sounds logical. But, you said a buffet. Like we’d serve ourselves out in the kitchen? No, I mean setting the card table up behind your loveseat and filling it full of goodies to eat. You can get away with carrot and celery sticks and a bowl of olives. You could prepare some crustini with minced garlic on top setting it in your broiler to brown and toast. I’m thinking you’re way more ambitious than I really want to be. What do you want? Peanut and butter sandwiches? Well, no. Then, you should go out. Don’t have the turkey if they don’t do it the way you like it done. Look, I really appreciate you coming by to talk about this, but I just don’t know. I was thinking about throwing some sort of meat into the oven, having some rolls, doing up some potatoes and a vegetable. I was just sort of thinking about the sweet potatoes, but I don’t think I’m really going to do them.
Okay, I’m going to need to think about all of this. Maybe we can put the card table up, but I’m wondering if the cats will be jumping up on it. Well, they might. It would be healthy to have carrot and celery sticks. Can I marinate them in something?
I just keep thinking about how I’m diabetic too. I’m also fasting and talking about food isn’t helping. I’m thinking I should leave the house early this morning before work to go have that blood work done. I can have water, but nothing else.
Okay, enough grousing. Thanks, Julia. I’ve so enjoyed talking to you. As it gets closer to the dinner I’ll be calling on you again if you don’t mind. My pleasure.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
I came across a picture of my guide just now as I was looking for turkeys for Thanksgiving. Oh, I think I’m going to regret saying it that way! HA! This is a picture Rob, Jane Roberts’ husband, painted of Seth many years ago when she was channeling for him. Actually, I’ve got a picture of Jane too. Jane and Rob started talking with Seth in 1963 using a Ouija board and continued to hold regular sessions with him for 21 years until she died in 1984. There is a huge body of work, with published books and material at Yale University. I could never hope to come close to the body of work they did. I was shocked, actually, when Seth spelled out his name when I finally made channeling contact in 1993. I asked him if he was my guide. He said yes. I asked if he was the same Seth who'd worked with Jane. He said yes. I actually don't talk about it very much. I'm always afraid people will compare the work I do with what Jane did and find it terribly wanting. But, there's a fly in the ointment too in the sense that I don't just talk to Seth. There are other guides and Folk in Spirit who come to talk. I don't do the visual thing very well and I don't actually know who I'm talking to all the time. Many times I just assume it is Seth, but other times I can sense an actual change in the energy. Also, they start talking with a different style and cadence. That's a clue for me that somebody else has stepped up to the mic to talk. I used to ask who I was talking to a lot more than I do now, but it got to be intruisive and it sapped my energy because I'd get all hung up on it. And, there are many others who also channel Seth. I'm not the only other one. Some of the folks have published books.
Work is progressing on the archived readings. I’m up to 160 now. I did about 100 of them today. Not bad work! Also, I ironed a dozen shirts, did a load of wash, vacuumed the house, made an excellent dinner with my new Emeril grill pan, blogged twice, did some reading, watched Johnny Depp in, “Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl”, overate at dinner, but feel okay right now…knock wood. The day has been nice and productive.
The doctor did talk to me yesterday about the fall I took earlier in the month. He said that being more than 20 pounds overweight will eventually cause your joints to give out. The muscles and tendons just can’t take it. Oh, joy. Anyway, another reason to lose weight.
But, this is purely technical work. It took me a week of fiddling with page to finally get it to be the width I wanted. Turns out I just had too many tables going across the page. Now, it is longer than it was before. But, it's a matter of loading up the last revamped page, loading in the next to do, copying the reading, pasting it into the last revamped page, adjusting the next reading number and then saving it as the next number. If I get interrupted it can be messy. One little brain flip and I'm off track and I don't want to be. I also found myself fixing some I'd already fixed before. So, I take breaks. Time out for ironing. Time out for making tuna salad. Time out for cutting 200 business cards for 2 guys at work...oh, my aching back. And, now, time out to blog. I may take a nap soon, too.
I'll be glad when it is done. It's a large project. Not as large as links and resource pages, but it's sure a lot more tedious. I'm ready for something creative.
So...announcing...the first 120 newly revamped, freshest in the world looking Channeled Bits of Advice and Other Assorted Things to Talk About from Talking To Spirit. Thanks for having a peek.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Sunday, November 13, 2005
The show comes on every Sunday at 4:00 PM in California on CNBC.
A channeling funny? One of the guides said to me, "It's not as though you have cancer. Think of it as being blond." Meaning, you've got this for the rest of your life. Deal with it. I had to laugh through my tears and apologize to all who are blond.
Anyway, for those of you who are diabetic, for those of you who have loved ones or who know folks who are diabetic and for those of you who are in the high risk categories: Any person of color, any person who is overweight and any person who has a family member who has been diagnosed as diabetic check out the website at dLife.com
Also, I've put together a collection of sites having to do with diabetes and with exercise at my own website.
Test often and keep your blood sugar at reasonable levels.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Additionally, not to ignore bad things happening, but when a bad thing happens to a person who is generally better humored that bad thing will likely not lay them low for too long. They will basically know no better than to pick themselves up, dust off and move on looking for the next interesting and enlightening thing to do.
If you say, “But, how can you just put yourself in a good mood?” Well, we are sorry to say, but you can. Smile. We have news for you, your face is not going to crack.
It is like expecting excellent things to happen. If that is what you expect that is generally what happens.
Also, if you wait for life to happen to you it might just pass you by. You can set for yourself tasks to do. It does not matter that they are not as magnificent sounding as creating a new company or writing a great novel. Just push yourself a little periodically. Ask yourself to do something that you have not done in awhile.
If you have a bad habit do something about it. Break the task into 25 steps and address a few of them at a time.
Revisit your goals to ensure you are staying on track. And, as you move closer to your goals be flexible to see that as you have progressed on the journey you may have decided upon a different goal. The idea is to keep moving and to have fun.
Friday, November 11, 2005
In any case, the current project is to expand my resource pages. I’m going from 26 pages to 65 and this weekend I will be done. If anybody wants a sneak preview they can see the Talking To Spirit Aliens Resource Page. I have another 6 to go. I get about 4 or 5 done a day and this morning I’ve done 2 of them already. I just couldn’t sleep wanting to get a head start seeing as how I’m on the home stretch now.
My intention is to write an article or do a bit of channeling for each page. Presently, I’ve been putting a joke at the bottom of each page. I’ve only written 2 articles. One is on the Aliens page I put a link for above. True story if anyone is inclined to read it.
Everybody have a safe day today.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
I was so angry at the guy. I hollered at him, “Have the courtesy to speak to me. Look at me! Stop talking about me like I’m not here! You will not pay me less just so I can clean this office!” I was so angry at him he was literally blown out of his chair to land in a pile of papers. Phhhoooff. That’s when I woke up.
I was so agitated I knew that going back to bed was not an option. So, to make myself useful I got up to work on my resource pages. Of the 41 pages I will be adding I’ve done 8. I did 3 yesterday and 1 this morning. It’s taking me about half an hour to finish the page for this particular stage of the project and I hope to be done by Thanksgiving. I’m putting jokes at the bottom of each one, unless I’ve written an article about the subject. Lots of jokes…very few articles. But, I thought the joke for the Ghosts resource page was hilarious and I figured to share it with everybody. Mostly, the jokes I use are from Belief.net.
Guardian Angel on the Job
A man was walking in the street when he heard a voice: "Stop! Stand still! If you take one more step, a brick will fall down on your head and kill you." The man stopped and a big brick fell right in front of him. The man was astonished. He went on, and after awhile he was going to cross the road. Once again the voice shouted: "Stop! Stand still! If you take one more step a car will run over you and you will die." The man did as he was instructed, and a car came careening around the corner, barely missing him. "Where are you?" the man asked. "Who are you?" "I am your guardian angel," the voice answered. "Oh yeah?" the man asked. "And where the hell were you when I got married?"
Saturday, November 05, 2005
I just finished reading, “Falling Awake” by Jayne Ann Krentz, one of my favorite authors. Terrific. Just a terrific book. I don’t know that I’ve actually ever read anything by her that wasn’t terrific. This one, though, concentrates on lucid dreaming. And, actually, a step beyond lucid dreaming into what she calls extreme dreaming. I felt it was such an important book that I put a link to it on my own lucid dreaming page. Thanks Jayne!
Friday, November 04, 2005
Anyway, it was one of those rather magnificent arms flailing and pinwheeling, bags flying, giant steps grand dive into the sidewalk pretty purple flowered groundcover. I impacted on my boob. Good thing they are big. Then, my left shoulder took the hit and I ended up lying on my back with my head hanging off the curb into the street. I was shocked and stunned and I really couldn’t move. A lady ran across the street and within moments two more appeared. I reassured them I was okay, but I did need some help to stand up. Actually, I’d have needed the help to stand up regardless of whether or not I’d fallen, but they helped me to my feet and insisted I sit down on the steps to the house where we were.
They were all so very, very kind. And, though I don’t know who they are and had never seen them before, I want to thank them all for their kindness and their solicitude in my time of need. They offered to take me anywhere I wanted to go. It was such a very caring moment. But, I assured them I was okay. Actually, I was babbling a bit. I kept saying, “I need to go to a meeting. I have to take notes.”
The car was just a short distance away. We could all see it from where I sat on the steps. So, after a few minutes I made my way there. I got in, adjusted the seat, buckled my seat belt and that was when the reaction set it. I started crying. And, I realized just how very lucky I was. Those ladies had sworn they saw my head hit the curb. What can I say? Big hair. But, it could have hit the curb. But, I was okay. Everything was okay. I was a little shaken up. Nothing had been twisted or wrenched much other than my shoulder (the same one I hit 15 years ago when I took a flying leap out of a city bus). Anyway, I sat there in my car and it occurred to me how very miraculous that fall had been. And, I started thanking everybody. “Thank you guides. Thank you cats. Thank you Mom. Thank you guardian angels.” A voice intervened: “Give yourself some credit. You knew how to take a fall.” So, that sort of pulled me up short. I gathered myself and went on to babble somewhat at the meeting.
I have concluded though something else of interest about that fall. All my life I’ve had a fear of falling. Especially, in regard to the general embarrassment of having put on a spectacle. As a little girl I’d worry so much about showing my underwear in public. Oh, horrors. Anyway, you’d figure that pratfall I took was pretty spectacular. I mean, they couldn’t have choreographed anything finer for a Three Stooges movie at all. But, I wasn’t embarrassed, either during it or afterwards. I was just grateful that I wasn’t hurt and thankful for the solicitude of strangers. Like I told them at the office, “I was busy having an accident.”
Three days later, I’m a bit sore. The rib under my boob hurts. I have a nasty looking bruise on my hip. And, I’m watching that shoulder carefully taking one of my dwindling stash of 600 mg Motrin once a day. But, everything else is okay. Very, very lucky. Thanks everybody.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
I had turned the light on several times from when I was first aware that she'd come back to be with us shortly after 1:00 am. At one point I started saying a prayer and one of the guides interrupted me. They said, "The prayers are for you. What you can do is tell her that Molly and her dogs are waiting for her." So, that's what I did. Half an hour later she died.
We figure she was born in June, 1988. She died at 2:40 am today. For the first half of her life she lived with my friend Thayer. She had a really good life with him. They also had 2 Irish setters. She liked to be in the back yard. She was fiercely independent. She came to live with us in 1996. What she moved to was a house full of cats. She and Molly became inseparable. They were the best of friends for years. Now, they are together again.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
I have one absolute caution though. People who are already under a psychiatrist’s care should not do this. Period. No if’s, and’s or but’s about it. NO.
So, you sit there thinking you would like to develop your psychic powers. First thing off the bat is to determine why it is that you want to do this. Be clear about it. The old adage of be careful what you wish for because it might come true comes into play with this one. What happens is a person would approach the whole idea of being psychic with not all the information at hand. Maybe they’d like to be one up on everybody else; just a bit of an edge to make life a little easier. Or maybe they are insecure and have a need of a bit more personal power. Well, if that’s how you go into this thing it’s not how you’ll end up.
Basically, I’m not worried why you want to be psychic. I’m only telling you that whatever reason you’ve got in hand will change by the time this is over.
I’m also not afraid that somebody is going to use their “powers” for evil. If somebody is going to do that they’d do it no matter their situation in life. Also, they will get caught.
What I’d like to do is to save you some time and anguish about it. To that end, here are some tips:
- Every teacher you run into will have something to offer you. Respect that.
- Be open to the idea of having a lot of teachers.
- Be willing to pay for either lessons or books. It doesn’t always come free.
- There are guidelines, but there aren’t any rules.
- In working on your development as a psychic you will also be forced to deal with whatever inner psychological healing you haven’t already dealt with.
- You probably won’t make any money at it.
- You probably won’t ever get famous.
- You should not quit your day job.
- You will find a greater enjoyment of life.
- You will find that you can help more people.
- You will find a much closer connection to God/Higher Self/Cosmic Consciousness.
- Hang around with other psychic folk; it’s contagious. You can find them easily in psychic chat rooms.
- Eventually, you won’t be such an ass, though you might still be odd.
- It’s not simple, so stop looking for an easy way to do it.
- Keep trying. What works for one person might not work for you, but if there is one way to do it there are fifty other ways that also work.
- You will probably, eventually embrace a cleaner, healthier lifestyle. Many things we do, smoking, drinking or eating to excess, etc do nasty things to our psychic energy. It might be a struggle or it might be easy, but I think eventually you’ll be able to look back at the former you and determine you’ve cleaned it up.
And, my teachers haven’t stopped showing up either. So, no matter how proficient or effective you become, as a psychic there’s always more to learn.
Be aware that the things you sense psychically are colored by who and how you are. The more off balance you are the more off balance the things you are seeing will be. And, there’s a phenomenon of seeing yourself in others that happens too. You’re trying to psychically intuit something about somebody and what you get is a mirror of your own stuff. It’s all part of the learning process, but something to be aware of.
Basically, don’t sweat it. Everybody is born with psychic ability. Everybody. You can learn to sharpen it. It will fit easily into your life after you get used to it. Enjoy.
However, I did manage within 15 steps of having left my bed to step in something. I wasn’t sure what it was for certain, but I had a feeling it was cat poop. Our oldest cat had a bath yesterday. She didn’t like it, but she smells a lot better and I hope she feels a lot better. But, I figured she’d had an accident. No, it was only throwup. I hobbled on the side of my foot into the kitchen to snag a Kleenex. There were no paper towels on the roll as I hadn’t replaced them when I used the last one yesterday.
Then, I began stepping on all the cat chow that got scattered about on the kitchen floor during the course of the night. I got the dustpan out to clean that up. Seeing as how I’d already managed to step in cat throwup I didn’t want to also be rolling around on cat chow. Fixed a plate of toast and hard boiled egg (a story in itself) and on exiting the kitchen managed to find the only two chunks of cat chow I’d missed and stepped on them while balancing my toast and milk. Then, once I got back into the study I stubbed my toe on the chair. Shit. Now, this isn’t psychic. It’s me complaining. I’m like everybody else. I have my days.
I got a boat load of things done yesterday. I started a list and decided to alternate them doing a yucky thing and then a fun thing. I can’t remember what I started with. I started to say that I’d begun with reconciling the checkbook, but somebody in Spirit said, “No you didn’t.” Well, whatever. Anyway, I did get our account done and only (thank you, God) had to subtract $5.34. Then, later in the day I did our neighbor, Phil’s checkbook. His was easier and I only had to subtract 5¢. I also did 4 loads of laundry. Had only figured to do 3, but then Mitzie needed a bath and I used a lot of towels with her.
Oh, her bath. I knew she wasn’t going to like it, so I started as gently as I could with just a sponge and a bowl of warm water and a bowl of soapy water out on the patio. It wasn’t a very good job, but it mostly did the trick. I left her sunning herself to dry off. Not 10 minutes later I return to see that she’d gone to lay down in the litter box and had clay stuck all over her. That’s when we moved operations into the kitchen and she got a real shower in the sink. She didn’t seem to object too strenuously, for which I was really grateful. I tried to be as quick as I could. When we were done I wrapped her up in a towel and we went into the living room. That’s the part she didn’t like. Did not like being dried off. I had to leave her for a minute to go get another towel because the first one was soaked and that’s when I figured I was going to have to use the hair dryer to dry her off. I didn’t want her catching a chill and as long as she was wet I didn’t trust her to not go bread herself in the cat box again. It took awhile to dry her. I ran an extension cord in from the bathroom and combed her while I wiffled the heat of the dryer on her. Thank goodness she has short fur. As it was I had to cut away a particularly matted piece of fur on her flank, but otherwise she’s fluffy again. She’s just too fat and too old to take care of herself much anymore.
Now, does any of this sound psychic? No, of course not. But, every once in awhile somebody in spirit will say something. And, I know they are always at my side even when they aren’t talking. Oh. Speaking of which. This is something I’ve done since I began channeling back in 1993. I’d be busy doing something and want to talk to Seth. I’d say, “Seth?” And he goes, “Hmmm?” It’s hilarious. But, it’s how we do things.
I was reading yesterday about how our brains change as we get older and how there are those of us who have more of a gene that gets us out there and doing things as opposed to being stuck in ruts. They were saying that just doing something small and out of the ordinary would sort of get you in the mood for trying out new things. I am the most stay at home sort of person you would ever hope to meet. Also, I believe I’ve got agoraphobia that flares up in varying degrees at times. It hasn’t been as bad in recent times as it used to be, but it also prevents me from being in the public’s face as a channeler. I connect via the internet. But, I must have less of that sociability gene they were talking about. What got me wondering, though, is if there is a gene to control psychicness? I channel. That’s weird. That’s really weird. But, I do it. I’m not lying. I’m not crazy. I can talk to Elvis. Or John Lennon or President Kennedy or Hitler. I don’t usually go around saying that, but it’s a possibility. Oh, Ha. One of the Wright brothers just stopped by to talk. It’s like mentioning the names is me putting up a sign saying, “Open for Business”. Ha. Anyway, I wondered if anybody will ever do a study to see if there is a psychic gene. My husband would be in here saying, “Enough already! The short version please.”
Enough. I’m going back to bed. I can breathe again.