Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Guide Talk

I am compelled to be busy.  I’ve got a great many things I want to do, and yet, I never seem to get any of them done.  I’ll work on one until I lose interest or energy for the project and then turn my attention to something else.  But, for some reason I never feel fulfilled.  When I stand here and look back at all that I’ve done it appears to be a lot of stuff.  So, why this feeling of dissatisfaction?  

It would be nice to be able to walk through the meadow and enjoy myself while I’m doing it rather than have ye old nose to the grind stone all the time.  

I’ll have to think about this one.  Maybe a guide would like to talk?  And, poof, here I be.  Hello?  Hello, yourself.  You’re a guide?  Yes, who did you think I was, your fairy godmother?  Well, no.  But, it was like you were standing right beside me or something.  I didn’t feel the pause before your entrance.  You were right there.  Right.  Same as with all the other guides around here.  Right here.  Same as with everybody out there.  Got a guide right beside you.  

In answer to your query it is, as you say, rush, rush, rush most of the time with you.  The trick is to have a plan in place, some objectives that you want to accomplish.  Whether they are short term or long term doesn’t matter so much as you’ve got your oar in the water on both sides and aren’t inclined to be going about in circles all the time.  A plan.  A direction.   A place to go.  The other thing is to plan on quiet time.  Deliberately, at least once a day, take a deep breath and don’t do anything.  Don’t think.  Don’t do.  Be still.  It’s like a vitamin for your spirit.  Another thing you can do is to trust in yourself.  You’ve got a plan.  You’ve scheduled in some quiet time.  Let the rest of it just take care of itself.  You’ve put things in motion.  The people you need to meet will show up when you need them to show up.  It doesn’t matter that your house looks like shit.  Excuse me?  Well, that’s what you think.  Well, you could have said cluttered.  Why?  Okay, plain talking.  And, she sighs.  Like I said, it looks like shit.  But, who cares?  Nobody but you and your husband are here.  Your neighbor on occasion.  Who said you had to spend 2 hours a day, which is what you would have to spend on your house to have it look as beautiful as you want it to look.  Do you have an extra 2 hours to spend?  Well, no, I don’t.  Then, stop worrying about it.  Just let that bunch of worry slide by the wayside and not have it be a part of your life anymore.

Now, just for the sake of argument, pretend that you don’t have that to worry about anymore.  How do you feel?  Like crying.  Why, I would think it was a relief not to have to worry about a messy house anymore.  Well, it is, but now there are a whole lot of other things that are crowding in for me to worry about.  Ah, so it appears you’ve got a “thing” with worrying?  Yes, I think so.  Can you let them go one by one?  The worry you have is not the glue that holds your universe together, Dear.  Just let them go one by one.  And, that’s enough to work on today.  Our blessings.  

Monday, May 29, 2006

Peaceful Warrior

Peaceful Warrior, starring Scott Mechlowicz and Nick Nolte, is based on Dan Millman’s book. It will be in theaters on June 2. I got an email just before my newsletter was due to go out urging me to help spread the word about this film. I haven’t seen it yet, but am thinking it might be an important, spiritually provoking film for folks to see. You can see the trailer at

Friday, May 26, 2006

Everyday Grace

If you think that we create our own reality then does it not follow that we can create our own happiness?  And, how about the rough week at work I had?  Everything that could go wrong went wrong.  What about that?  I think what I should do in reflecting upon the week is to say to myself that next week I’m going to try a little harder to be kind.  I’m going to try a little harder to put myself in the shoes of the other guy.  I’m going to try a little harder to say to myself that where I want to be is where I can be of the most use.  I’m going to try a little harder not to be judgmental.  And, I’m going to find the time for 5 minutes of stillness at the beginning of my day.

I really didn’t realize how very wearing all of this grinding is.  I just finished watching Marianne Williamson speak on, “Everyday Grace”.  It’s on DVD, our current selection from NetFlix.  In wondering what I was going to write about for my newsletter for next month, I had moved from mild anxiousness to Panic City, but, after watching this DVD I can think of so many different things I’d like to talk about.  

What I’ve been doing is trying to make music with a comb and a piece of waxed paper that buzzes uncomfortably against my lips.  I didn’t need it.  All I need to do is sing.

Cub Reporter

When I was growing up the opportunity to apply for a position on the school paper passed by. I did not nibble. The thought of having to talk to somebody to get an interview terrified me. But, beyond that I didn’t feel I could think of anything to write about. It didn’t occur to me that there might be an editor who would direct me toward the stories.

What I was thinking about this morning is how far I’ve come. And, it has only been recently where these steps have been made. Granted, I’ve had my website at Talking To Spirit for several years, but planning and executing the pages there were pretty large tasks. They took an awful lot of thought and effort and I generally worried a great deal over them. They also didn’t happen very often. Actually, I worry about a lot of things, but that’s another story. Anyway, getting something from idea in my mind to a finished webpage was a lot of work.

But, with this blog I spew. Interesting turn of phrase. Spew nice, Dear. Ha. I guess that’s because I’m on a diet these days and in the back of my head I’m thinking about food. Writing in my own blog has been a revelation to me. I can take the tiniest germ of an idea and work it. I can do with the ideas that come to me what I like to do out in the real world where I bore people senseless. Except, I like to think I’m not boring folks here. At least, they aren’t writing me about it. Maybe I have bored them senseless. Maybe there’s this guy sitting in front of his computer in Kansas who’s so bored he’s picking his nose as he reads this. Maybe he’s so involved with what he’s doing he’s really not even interested in what happens next.

Hmph. Not riveting. Which brings me to another thing I’ve never really been able to do. I can’t write stories. It just hasn’t really happened. Once, it did. That book is under the bed. I tried submitting it to publishers a grand total of 7 times. All rejections. And, I gave up. Actually, the story pretty much stinks now. My husband says I should try again to get it published, but if I thought it was no good then how can I stand behind it now? It’s like a photograph that was taken of you back in the 8th grade with funny glasses and crocked teeth. You just don’t look like that anymore. But, maybe writing a story could be my next step. If it all proceeds well here in the blog, which is one type of writing, can’t I direct that energy into writing a piece of fiction?

I can't say writing that book was a waste of time, though. I learned how you had to have discipline to write. I learned how you had to sit there when nothing was happening and stay there until something did happen. I learned how thrilling it was to get lost in the story. I learned how wonderful it was to have your characters come to life and begin to tell their own story. I was only there for the ride. Actually, now that I think about it, it's actually very much like channeling is.

I’m 50 years old now. Matured. Ripe like cheese. (Some guide just said that…I actually don’t think it’s all that complimentary.) How else could I describe myself? Fearless. Well, maybe it’s going to take courage to push myself here. I can’t be assured that anything I’m going to write is going to be interesting. But, that part of me, the inside part, the part that reaches backward to my childhood, the part that reaches backwards into previous lifetimes for inspiration wants to talk.

You know what’s funny? Earlier in this piece I said I worry a lot. Then I said I was fearless. I’ll have to think about that one. Maybe there are no absolutes. (Clapping in the background). Okay, at least you guys aren’t holding your noses. Thanks.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Little Carrot Steps

Does doing little things create as much change in your life as doing a big thing would?  I know that when I think of some project I’m going to tackle thinking of the overall big picture and then all that is, or I think is, going to be required to accomplish the project is so flat-out overwhelming that 9 times out of 10 I’m going to delay doing it.  What comes to mind is dieting, but, actually any distasteful project would qualify here.

Maybe it’s all just a state of mind.  Maybe it’s how we look at something.  Maybe, just maybe, if instead of thinking that I’ve got to lose 100 pounds stop thinking along those lines and instead add something healthy to eat to my lunch.  Like a carrot.  Carrots are good for you.  Rabbits like them.  Bugs Bunny really liked them.  They’re supposed to be good for your eyes.  They can’t have that many calories.  And, they’re hard.  Which probably translates into some good fiber.  Okay, nutritional analysis of a carrot.

Well, here’s the link:  In the meantime, the only cautionary note would be if you eat too many of them your skin will turn yellow, but by then you will have lost a lot of weight.  So, don’t worry about it.  Lay off of them for awhile and I’m sure your skin will return to its proper hue.  

Here’s something else that’s good about carrots for a diet.  They keep your hands and your mouth busy.  That’s important.  I’m sure people who are already fit and trim will say things like, “Hey, exercise.  That’s all you need.”  Right.  I’m fat and you are not fat.  Besides, this is my article.  

Anyway, little steps.  This one step of including a carrot in the lunch I take to work is good.  It’s not depriving me of anything.  It’s not many calories.  It’s going to satisfy something if I want a snack or maybe I’ll just have it be a part of my lunch.  Good thing I’m not a sex maniac or this article would have taken an entirely different track.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

New Look

Thanks to Lyra at Starcana Tarot who has helped me redesign my blog.  I think it is easier on the eyes and I never would have been able to do the design stuff necessary to make the header look better.  

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Help with Grief

One of the hardest things a person has to cope with is grief.  And, typically, as we age the opportunities for us to grieve pick up speed as our family members and friends grow older and pass on.  

It actually doesn’t get much easier the more psychic you are.  I still miss many people who’ve come and gone from my life.  But, there are a couple of things that you can keep at the back of your mind that might help to ease the tearing feelings of grief when they rise up.

One is that the raw, savage feelings of grief that you feel right after you receive news that your loved one has passed on do ease with time no matter what you do.  The instances of feelings of loss and grief that rise out of nowhere to take your breath away also lessen and occur less frequently as time goes by.

You might think about keeping a journal during this time.  This is an opportunity for you to express yourself.  You can write whatever you want in it.  You can doodle or draw pictures; you can make lists of people who have expressed their condolences to you and you can make lists of the things you think you should do but don’t feel like doing right then.  You can weep and rage.  You can obliterate what you have written with your tears.  But, the important thing is that you are moving.  Even writing for 20 minutes a day is helpful.

Now, from the psychic and spiritual standpoint your loved one is fine.  Happy campers all in Heaven.  I’ve been told by the guides that Hell exists and people do go there if they think they need to, but only for a time.  After awhile they get a visit from their guide or others who do that sort of work who convince them eventually there is a nicer place to be.  But, mostly, folks go straight to Heaven right away.  It all depends on their belief structure.  

I’ve also been told that folks generally are met by a welcoming committee when they die.  They also get a party.  I’ve always thought that was nice.  Sort of a birthday party.

I’ve asked my own mother who passed on in 1994 to be there for others who pass on; for people I’ve met on the internet and who I know from my regular life who are having a hard time as their loved ones die.  I don’t know that it makes much of a difference, but I always ask Mom and my guides to be there for them.

Dying has been described to me by the guides as if a person were awakening from a dream.  The dream of life.  And, now they are alive again.  Weird.  But, for me, it was comforting.  Another guide described it as if you had taken off a really tight pair of shoes.  

You can talk to your loved ones still.  You don’t have to be at the cemetery.  You can be in line at the grocery store or window shopping and just think to them, “I miss you.”  They heard that.  You probably won’t get a confirmation from them that they heard you, but, trust that they did.  

You should know that our loved ones who’ve passed on can visit you in your dreams.  You might not be lucid enough to have a really good hug and cry over the visit, but you can, when you awaken in the morning, know that your loved one dropped by to say hi.  It’s a good reason to learn how to dream lucidly.  I’ve only had one dream where I was lucid and my mother visited after she’d passed on.  I woke up with tears streaming down my face, I was so happy to have had the opportunity to hug her and have her hug me.  But, she’s been in tons of my dreams since then where I have not been lucid.  I wake up in the morning from a dream where my mother played a bit character in my dream and realize that she’d been there.  She hadn’t said anything, but she’d just been there.

Another thing the guides told me is that nobody on the face of the earth ever leaves before they are done with exactly what they had intended to do in that particular lifetime.  They might have been here for 2 and a half minutes or 78 years.  They may have left with projects half done, with marriages just started, with careers just begun, but in their hearts, with the plans they had on a soul level, they were done.  

And, no matter how old you are, no matter what kind of relationship you had with her, your mother, when she passes on, will watch over you.  Not necessarily to keep you from harm, but just sort of keeping her eye on you and on every other member of the family until you all eventually meet up again some day.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Do the Hokey Pokey

I realize this isn’t rocket science, but I’m trying this morning to approach a task from a different direction to see what will happen. What I want to do is work on next month’s newsletter. I’ve been sort of thinking about it for the past few days. Nothing real hard and sweaty, just in the back of my mind wondering what to write about and getting nowhere real fast. I could tell I was starting to grow a little anxious about it as the month of May draws to a close and I don’t have anything lined up for June. I even, last night, wondered if it would be this next newsletter that I am late with or if I skip a month for the first time. As I thought that I knew I couldn’t do it. I’ve made a commitment. It isn’t that hard. And, I don’t want any holes in my collection. So, that decided I was back on the road to Panic City.

I made a promise to a neighbor to help her with some graphics for a family reunion and that began to take on gargantuan proportions as I saw that meeting with her was going to take up a few of my most productive hours. Once again I’d set my sites on Panic City. I’d already spent 2 hours cleaning up the pictures and about an hour ago I sat down to finish the project. I burned it all to a CD and printed out the 8 pages for her. Granted, they weren’t in color, but I really don’t know if my color printer is going to work and I didn’t want to spend the time fooling with it. Hey, now it’s on a CD and she can give it over to the next person who will set it all on Tee-shirts. But, the main thing here is that my part of the project is done and it is in her hands now. So, I’m back here at the computer with the focus of my attention on this nagging problem of creating 3 articles and reviewing something, whether it is a book, a CD or a website.

But, this is where I want to do this experiment. Rather than pushing, than straining, then hammering out a product and moving on these waves of anxiety and anxiousness I want to do this all in a very calm, collected and joyous manner. Different than my normal approach.

Okay, so I suppose what I need to do is to see what my usual approach is. I know I work better with the headphones on. I know I don’t work well if I’m anxious. I really know I don’t work well if I’m in pain.

What I’d like to do is to dip down into psychicness to do this. If you figure that at any given point in time we are all mostly here with both feet on the ground. But, I’m supposed to be psychic. Okay, be psychic. Again, that sort of forces the issues and I know when I do that nothing happens. Okay, reach out for a little help. I’m good at asking Folk in Spirit for help. They’ve never failed me yet. Shit. They just said no. Okay, this is something for me to do.

When you read a book you lose yourself in the story. That is still considered acceptable behavior. Okay, so what I want to do is to lose myself for a little bit this morning in my articles.

Knowing that all I have to do is to relax and allow waves of creativity wash over me is a part of it. I turn the focus of my intention toward this. Normally I don’t go around in this Don Juan state of consciousness. Mary Summer Rain. Move me out. Seth, Jane. Thank you.

It turns to poison. I don’t want it to poison me. I am here in this world. I cannot go any other place. I must be here. There is pollution all around. Everywhere you go. The sodas you drink. The chemicals the preservatives. The gasoline we use, the exhaust. Now, I hear the trees crying. But, they are in the same boat we are. We live in it. We have adapted. We are able to flourish in the midst of a chemical dump. But, it isn’t just all the outside things. There are emotions that are there. There is pain. There is fear. There is anger. All of that affects us. But, still we flourish. Dang. How? If we didn’t have these things could we all of us live to be 145? How many of the terminal illnesses we get have come from our environment and how we react to our surroundings?

Okay…dipping psychically into the soup. Now, I’m hungry. Ha. Talk about not wanting to be here. What a hoot!

Okay, so maybe it’s like doing stretching exercises prior to a run. Not like I would know anything about that personally, but I’ve seen people do it. Like when you look at a picture upside down in order to draw it where normally you can’t draw your way out of a paper bag. Right, just use a different approach.

Okay, so, I suppose I could write about how to move into a psychic space. Except, I really don’t know how I do it. I guess it’s like being on a diet. Duh. You know you can’t eat a lot. That’s the number one rule. Okay, so what would the number one rule be for moving into a psychic space? Don’t be afraid comes to mind. I guess we can assume that’s a rule. Seeing as how the other thing you do is to honor those thoughts that come to you while you are in that space. You don’t just discount them out of hand.

So, two rules.
  1. Don’t be afraid.

  2. Honor the impressions that come your way.

What else? Sometimes these psychic impressions don’t make sense. And, I find myself mulling over them turning them this way and that trying to figure out what they mean. I like things better when they are very plain and matter-of-fact. But, I have to recognize that there are going to be messages, at times, that don’t make sense to me but will make sense to the person I am reading for. So, I suppose I ought to add something to rule 2 and said honor all the impressions that come your way no matter whether they mean anything to you or not.

  1. Don’t be afraid.

  2. Honor all impressions that come your way whether you understand them or not.

  3. Strive for clarity.

When you are anxious or hung up about something your stuff gets in the way of the psychic messages and impressions you receive. It all operates on the same principles of how you create your reality. Happy person? Happy life. Mad/Sad person? Mad/Sad life. You can’t really help but have emotional psychological crap to work through. Everybody mostly does, at least at some time or another. The trick, I guess, would be to sift through the psychic impressions you get like if you sift chaff from wheat…the chaff being the psychic impressions colored by your psychological raw spots and the wheat being whatever you or the folks you are reading for want to know about. So, I suppose what you could do is establish a few ground rules. You say to yourself: I’m never going to be telling folks they are going to die. Everybody is going to die anyway and I just don’t see things like that. What I do get are impressions of the person a few days before they die, but I never know it has anything to do with them until after the fact. I just can’t tell the difference between plain old thinking about somebody and it being the last time I’m going to think about them before they die sort of thing. I don’t think it matters anyway.

I also won’t tell them not to marry somebody. I might tell them to wait, but I’m not going to tell them not to do something. I don’t want that responsibility. It’s not for me to say anyway. So, when I see something horrid (and it happens) I tend to sort of gloss over it and say I either don’t understand, or haven’t gotten the info and wait for something else to come to me. Actually, I have no right to interfere with a person’s plans. It’s their life. These are their life paths and how they get there is their business. If it takes a few failed marriages to do it who am I to tell them to do it differently? The hard part is when I see that ultimately they are not going to be with this person they say they love dearly. Hey, maybe my crap got in the way. And, if it is true, it’s not my business. So, that’s when I tell them they’ve got learning experiences coming up. Great. What a cop out. Well, that explains why I haven’t quit my day job too. I just don’t like giving people bad news. I could style myself as The Good News Psychic. Phhhhpt.

So, it’s not like I’ve got any of my articles written, but maybe I can use those 3 rules to come up with something interesting. I’ve got to say that it was interesting writing all this stuff this morning. Okay…laundry and reconcile the neighbor’s checkbook and then I’ll be back for more.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Channeling Funny

Now, this is a channeling funny. I’m not sure if it’s one of those where you had to be there, but I will make the attempt.

DeeDude and I were all set to watch, “The Sopranos” tonight. They always do a little re-cap at the beginning for the highlights of the last show. The last thing that had happened was that Paulie was having prostrate problems. This had frightened him so badly that he had started down that road of reconciliation with his aunt who had raised him to all the world as his mother. His mother, in fact, who he thought was his aunt was a nun. ‘Nuff said. Paulie was truly pissed when he found out this factoid and had shunned his aunt/mother. His mother/aunt had passed on and it was on her deathbed that she’d told Paulie the truth. So, we went a few shows where Paulie didn’t treat his aunt/mother very nice where before he would have walked over shards of glass for the lady.

So, now he has the specter of terrible problems looming over him and the final scene last week was him sitting quietly with his aunt/mother on a sofa watching, “The Lawrence Welk Show” in her retirement home.

It was at that point somebody in my head said, “We don’t care how they get here, just that they get here.” Meaning, seeking reconciliation will get you religion and saving and all of that and even though you do it out of fear it still counts. I shouted with laughter when they said that. My husband looked at me in confusion and I relayed what had been said.

Something else that happened today that has nothing to do with anything except that DeeDude said this should get him off the hook for doing laundry for the rest of his natural days and that is that he washed his wallet.

I took a picture of it. All washed. All the money. All the credit cards. His driver’s license. He did not have his social security card in it because that had been retired to my jewelry case because it had been washed some years ago and looks like it. As I was sorting through his cards I came upon his driver’s license and set it to the top of the pile. He looked at it and said, “Oh, that’s not current.” I examined it and saw that it had expired some years ago. Not asked was why he hadn’t taken it out of his wallet. So, I continued through the stack of cards and did not find the current license. He starts hyperventilating. I said, “Why don’t you go downstairs and see if you dried it.” Sure enough, that’s where it was: In the dryer.

A Short Guided Meditation

Click on the audio button below to hear as I walk you through a few moments of relaxing exercises. You can do these as a way to move into a meditation. It's not the only way, it is one way.

Basically, you breathe deeply, highten your awareness and start moving down a ladder. The idea is to relax you. Do this slowly. It's a quick in and quick out relaxation exercise. With more practice you can go deeper and stay longer.

Guided Meditation - This is an audio post - click to play

Saturday, May 13, 2006

I had a strange dream last night.  At the end of it some guy was hitting on me.  Hard.  I’d told him no repeatedly, but he was becoming ever more aggressive, until finally it had gone past the point of being annoying to that of dangerous.  I finally screamed at him as loud as I could, “What part of no don’t you understand?”  His wife and sister were right there too and they looked horribly embarrassed because he’d done this before with other women.  I eyed them that things were okay and I didn’t blame them for what had happened.  That’s when I woke up.  


Mother’s Day is tomorrow and I want to remember my mother. She passed on 12 years ago. I still miss her. I don’t think that will ever stop. I could always count on her to not only take my side in any troubles I was having, but to gently suggest other ways of dealing with things. She was one of the people in my life where I felt totally supported. My mother was always polite. I think the worst curse word I ever heard her say was frap. That’s a made up word I don’t think I’ve ever heard anybody else say.

We had 5 kids in our family and 3 of them were boys. Barnyard humor was tops and many times making fun of the noises our bodies make was hilarious. Once I remember the guys were farting. Can you imagine? It was before dinner and Mom was in the kitchen. I was probably laughing, though I can’t fart on demand the way they could, so, in that sense I was not participating in the contest. Mom came out of the kitchen and announced calmly, “My farts don’t stink.” Then, not waiting for anybody to say anything she went back into the kitchen. There was absolute silence for a few seconds and then we all started howling. It was just hilarious.

I can remember talking to her on the phone and laughing so hard I’d cry. When she and I would go shopping together we’d spend all day walking through the mall. We might not buy anything, but we had more fun stopping here and looking there.

So, Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. I love you and I miss you. I miss you a lot.


Three times I’ve made the attempt to write an article for a newsletter. Rather than 3 failed attempts maybe I should be thinking of them as preparation to work. Maybe I could be thinking of the body of work I did this morning and deleted as being the part of the iceberg that is underwater. We won’t talk about how they are melting right now.

Okay, I know what I can talk about: Worry. Make that WORRY, Dear. Okay, it does loom large. You want to be a part of this? Certainly. If you’ll have us. Of course. I love it when you volunteer to talk. Well, seeing as how you’re having a bit of a difficult time of it we are pleased to help.

Why do people worry? What is worry related to? It stems from fear. Where does fear come from if you are an adult and you have the ability to make rational, logical choices? Why would you worry? It seems to be baseless.

Revisit your childhood to see why you might be worrying. Experience, again, in your mind’s eye the fears you experienced then. You needn’t spend hours on the project. Take 10 minutes out of your weekend. Move slowly backwards through the years. Put your mind in reverse and remember what you were doing half an hour ago. Just for a few seconds. Then, think of what you did yesterday morning. Just one scene. Say, as you prepared your lunch. Now, think back to last weekend. Pick one little scene to look at.

Move back one year. Something that happened a year ago. Allow your mind to select the event. If it happened that it was 2 years ago, fine. You’ll be moving backwards faster. Move back in time to when you were in high school or college. Again, let your mind select the vision you are to see. Move back in time to when you were in grade school. Now, trust and the next step will take you to where you need to be to experience fear and worry for one of the first times of your life.

Think of who it is who was there with you. See the responsible person who should have shielded you and who did not. They probably did not do this deliberately. They were acting in the only way they knew how to act. It might even bring a smile to your face. If you can, while you are “seeing” this, let the person know, as a child might do, that you do not appreciate this, do it. That is the important thing. Tell them no, whack their foot with a toy, holler to lift the roof, whatever it takes for you to express yourself as a child. And, when you open your eyes easily you feel a lightness of spirit that will be a good thing.

I remembered my mother being horrified that we would get wet in the rain. Who cares? I remember the first day I lifted my face to the rain and deliberately allowed myself to get wet. It was such a wonderful feeling. I was 35 years old at the time.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

A quick little story

A quick little story that happened in the early days of my channeling. At the time I didn't know anybody else who channeled and had not yet ventured out into the community of new age folks. So, for me to see a woman who really looked like she was channeling in a local grocery store seemed to almost be a miracle. There was this woman having a conversation all by herself in front of the canned vegetables. Silently I exclaimed to Seth in my head, "She's channeling!" He said to me, "No, Dear. She is talking to a can of peas." She then pocketed the can in question and made her way down the isle. I stood there in shock for a little bit before I recovered and finished my shopping.

Monday, May 08, 2006


Aging has been on my mind. There are various parts of myself that just aren’t working the same as they used to. I admit that I sort of took everything for granted. It’s been clicking along pretty much the same as it has since I was in high school, but in the last few years I’ve noticed that this becoming older is speeding up.

For instance, age spots. I’ve got a lot of them now. I can’t call them freckles anymore. But, what got me to thinking was the banana I have at lunch. It has spots too. Except nobody ever refers to a banana’s spots as age spots. If anything they are called sugar spots, because it is the sugars in the banana as it grows riper that cause these spots to appear.

I’d much prefer that I think of my age spots as all that sweetness inside of me rising to the surface.

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Thanks Mom

My mother always said, “If you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything at all.”  Words of wisdom I took to heart.  

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

About Psychics

Psychics come in all shapes and sizes. Yes, certainly there are shyster psychics the same as there are shysters in other lines of work. There are also many loving, genergous and gifted psychics, but the business is not regulated. There isn’t a license to get, there’s no diploma that you can hang on the wall, there are no credentials that a person can point to and say, “Yes, I am a certified psychic.” I would imagine that there aren’t too many of us who actually make our livings as psychics. For instance, I am a secretary during the day. A weird one, granted, but I type like the wind. I pull on my psychic abilities at times and astound my co-workers. And, I’m fun at a party, or, I used to be fun. But, for serious? How are you supposed to know that the person is on the level and isn’t trying to bilk you out of your hard earned cash? Well, one thing to steer clear of, or at least be wary of, is if somebody wants you to pay them money to remove a curse. Another thing is if they tell you that you must come back to them for another appointment to further clarify matters since they aren’t getting a good connection from Spirit right then.

Something else to keep in mind is that being a psychic is like an art. Every person is going to interpret what they see psychically in terms of their own reality. Generally, when I see something negative happening I tend to think of it as a learning experience. Also, it matters how psychologically clear the psychic is. If the person is well balanced then the information they get will be pretty accurate. If they are slightly neurotic then their information is going to be slightly skewed.

If it were me looking for a psychic? I’d let my fingers do the walking (unless I’d gotten a recommendation from somebody I knew) and trust my higher self to arrange an interesting experience. It’s never failed me yet.

Also, be polite and don’t be afraid to shell out the money. I would count on spending anywhere from $50 to $75 for a reading. Any more than that for a first reading is probably too much, though prices have gone through the roof for many things lately. Also, no fair asking “freebie” questions. Many people say, “cough up the dough and we’ll talk.” And, I don’t blame them having been the recipient of a great many freebie questions myself. Enough of them and the person doesn’t need a reading anymore.

I am not doing readings now. If you’d like to stand in line you might ask politely at Spirit and Soul. Lots of nice people learning how to be psychics and many will do readings for free. I heartily recommend Barb Mallon for paid readings. I really enjoyed the reading she did for me.

I Forgot

I’m pleased that I was finally able to figure out the sections problem of my book.  It only took 2 months….What it solved was having the right headers where I want them and with what I want them to say.  Then, I figured I needed to make an index which I’ve also never done before.  That was a little easier.  Ctrl F to find the word I want.  Then an alt – shift – x to mark it.  Then, to add Index to the Table of Contents I had to make sure that the word Index had the same heading as the other words for my chapters.  Why, I don’t know, but I did it.  Then, I highlighted what there was of the index (I’m up to joy) and then went to insert – research and table of contents.  

See, this isn’t primarily designed to bore the pants off of you.  It’s in case I need to do it again, because sure as God made little green apples I have also been terribly forgetful.  Sometimes it’s a good thing.  I told DeeDude last night that I can really save on buying books.  I’ll just read the same 6 ones all the remaining years of my life.  As soon as I pick one of them up to read I have no clue as to what is going to happen.  Pooof.  It’s gone.  So, it’s like reading it for the first time again.  The downside is it’s hard for me to remember how to do things with computer programs unless I do them fairly often and on a more or less regular basis.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Table Tipping

Well, that was nice.  I had a dream that we’d had a flood.  Our friend Eric needed some furniture and saw a nice overstuffed chair bouncing around in the water.  He plunged in and dragged it back to our place for the time being.  Then, we saw an old roll top desk that he’d found.  It had newspaper clippings glued to it.  They were old articles about members of my family who had passed over a long time ago.  

When I touched the desk it began to jiggle.  I urged Eric and DeeDude to lay hands on the desk with me so that they’d finally be able to experience a table tipping.  Boy, that desk went all over the place.

It’s been a very long time since I’ve gotten to experience a table tipping.  Thanks, guys!

I’ve got a link at Talking to Spirit where I talk about Table Tipping if you’re interested.