Sunday, July 30, 2006
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Do It Yourself Psychic Stuff
This is in answer to an email I received this morning. The person wanted to know if they had to be sitting with the psychic in order for the psychic to reach the person in spirit they wanted to hear from.
It is possible to contact spirits if you are not sitting with the person. Some psychics prefer to have a picture of you to hold in their hands. I remember Barb likes to do that. But, others are okay with a birthday or maybe just your name. I think why that is, is to give the psychic a handle to grab hold of as they launch themselves out into the void.
And, you can make the same contact without going through anybody. It might not be as plain spoken, but if you concentrated on the person in question and thought about them before you go to bed for several days in a row you might just have them visit you in a dream.
What it requires, though, is that you be able to remember your dreams. And, that is easily accomplished too. Before you go to bed give yourself some instructions that you will awaken in the morning remembering your dreams. You might not be able to remember all of them, but at least you could remember the last one you had before you awakened. Then, it is very, very important that you write the dream down because, from experience I know that if you don't write it down right away you're going to forget bits and pieces of it. As you get better at doing this, both in remembering to suggest to yourself every night before you go to bed that you're going to remember your dreams and in spending the time to write them down in the morning when you awaken you'll find that you will probably begin to awaken during the course of the night as you dream other dreams. That's when having a little note pad beside your bed where you just write down a very, very few key words that you look at in the morning and they will trigger your memories of the during the night time dreams so that you can write them down too and you will be able to go back to sleep easily without having a lot of angst about being able to remember it.
Okay, so say doing all of this takes about a month's time. During that time you can also be thinking of the person you want to contact. And, maybe if they deem it appropriate they will show up in your dreams to say hello.
Now, the only problem with doing that is that in the morning you awaken from your dream to know that your folks have visited you in a dream where you were a scuba diver and they were taxi cab drivers on the bottom of the sea. Hey, it's a dream and weird things happen. What you want to do now is become lucid in your dreams. This is where you are dreaming, but you know you are dreaming. You are yourself and others in the dreams are themselves and it can be very much like your regular walk around in life. For me it hasn't happened too often. Generally, I get so excited by it that I wake myself up. Lots of resources out there to help you to learn how to dream lucidly.
The dream time is a perfect time for those who have passed to visit with us. My mother came to me first in a lucid dream. I awakened crying I was so happy to be able to hug and kiss her in my dream. After that, even though most of my dreams are not lucid ones she's managed to be in most of them. Generally, I will awaken in the morning knowing that my mother had been in a dream I'd had during the course of the night. I might not have spoken to her, but she was there in the sidelines being one of the players who populate my dreams now.
After I began to channel back in 1993 my dreams changed from me and somebody who had been chasing me (they were mostly always nightmares) to me and 150 different people. It's really pretty incredible. I've even had dreams where I was channeling.
Even though I am not doing readings at present I can give you some very standard "rules" about folks who have passed on.
1. They are now happy. If they'd been mad, mean, wicked, sad, in pain, blown up by rockets, murdered horribly, however their life was and however they died they are now happy. Without exception they are happy.
2. Everybody goes to Heaven. Eventually, anyway, everybody goes to Heaven. But, nobody gets stuck in Hell forever no matter how bad on Earth they were. Once you are dead you are the one who determines what your reality is same as when you are alive and if you think you were bad enough to go to Hell that is where you end up. After awhile your guide or somebody who does that sort of work will come to convince you that you've served your time and it's okay to go home to Heaven.
3. No regrets. Nobody who dies ever has any regrets. Even though they may have left a young husband and children and work seemingly undone they actually have no regrets. We are the ones with regrets.
4. People who die don't sit on clouds like we see in pictures. They live very busy lives in Heaven. They all have jobs. They live in houses. They are busy studying, praying, helping, playing golf, etc.
5. They come back again. Generally speaking, the older the soul the quicker they are to recycle themselves. It's like they can't wait to get back into the mix again. But, it all depends on the person how long they intend to hang around in Heaven before they come back again. Maybe they spend 300 years our time in Heaven, maybe they spend only 8 months.
6. When it is time to come back they are the ones who decide what it is they will be concentrating on in the next incarnated lifetime. It's sort of like, "Hmmm. Let's see I didn't do so well with sharing in the last lifetime. That was a hard one for me to learn. I think I need to spend some more time doing that. Also, I think it's time for me to die in an accident. Is there anybody who can help me on that one? Okay, I think I want to be married to Joe again. Joe, are you willing? We've been related twice before and married already in 3 other lifetimes. I feel like hanging out with you again."
7. There is also Karma to take into account too. What goes around comes around. You've been bad in this lifetime? Guess what? You'll likely be on the receiving end in the next lifetime. Something like that. Also, since you're the one picking out the things you'll be aiming for, your major life lessons, you'll also be aware of whatever pain you'll be enduring. This is where we all say our higher self sucks.
Anyway, that's a really simplistic way of presenting it. I think there's a lot of guidance that comes in from other quarters for somebody to make decisions about what they want to do in their next incarnated lifetime. But, you get the idea.
It is possible to contact spirits if you are not sitting with the person. Some psychics prefer to have a picture of you to hold in their hands. I remember Barb likes to do that. But, others are okay with a birthday or maybe just your name. I think why that is, is to give the psychic a handle to grab hold of as they launch themselves out into the void.
And, you can make the same contact without going through anybody. It might not be as plain spoken, but if you concentrated on the person in question and thought about them before you go to bed for several days in a row you might just have them visit you in a dream.
What it requires, though, is that you be able to remember your dreams. And, that is easily accomplished too. Before you go to bed give yourself some instructions that you will awaken in the morning remembering your dreams. You might not be able to remember all of them, but at least you could remember the last one you had before you awakened. Then, it is very, very important that you write the dream down because, from experience I know that if you don't write it down right away you're going to forget bits and pieces of it. As you get better at doing this, both in remembering to suggest to yourself every night before you go to bed that you're going to remember your dreams and in spending the time to write them down in the morning when you awaken you'll find that you will probably begin to awaken during the course of the night as you dream other dreams. That's when having a little note pad beside your bed where you just write down a very, very few key words that you look at in the morning and they will trigger your memories of the during the night time dreams so that you can write them down too and you will be able to go back to sleep easily without having a lot of angst about being able to remember it.
Okay, so say doing all of this takes about a month's time. During that time you can also be thinking of the person you want to contact. And, maybe if they deem it appropriate they will show up in your dreams to say hello.
Now, the only problem with doing that is that in the morning you awaken from your dream to know that your folks have visited you in a dream where you were a scuba diver and they were taxi cab drivers on the bottom of the sea. Hey, it's a dream and weird things happen. What you want to do now is become lucid in your dreams. This is where you are dreaming, but you know you are dreaming. You are yourself and others in the dreams are themselves and it can be very much like your regular walk around in life. For me it hasn't happened too often. Generally, I get so excited by it that I wake myself up. Lots of resources out there to help you to learn how to dream lucidly.
The dream time is a perfect time for those who have passed to visit with us. My mother came to me first in a lucid dream. I awakened crying I was so happy to be able to hug and kiss her in my dream. After that, even though most of my dreams are not lucid ones she's managed to be in most of them. Generally, I will awaken in the morning knowing that my mother had been in a dream I'd had during the course of the night. I might not have spoken to her, but she was there in the sidelines being one of the players who populate my dreams now.
After I began to channel back in 1993 my dreams changed from me and somebody who had been chasing me (they were mostly always nightmares) to me and 150 different people. It's really pretty incredible. I've even had dreams where I was channeling.
Even though I am not doing readings at present I can give you some very standard "rules" about folks who have passed on.
1. They are now happy. If they'd been mad, mean, wicked, sad, in pain, blown up by rockets, murdered horribly, however their life was and however they died they are now happy. Without exception they are happy.
2. Everybody goes to Heaven. Eventually, anyway, everybody goes to Heaven. But, nobody gets stuck in Hell forever no matter how bad on Earth they were. Once you are dead you are the one who determines what your reality is same as when you are alive and if you think you were bad enough to go to Hell that is where you end up. After awhile your guide or somebody who does that sort of work will come to convince you that you've served your time and it's okay to go home to Heaven.
3. No regrets. Nobody who dies ever has any regrets. Even though they may have left a young husband and children and work seemingly undone they actually have no regrets. We are the ones with regrets.
4. People who die don't sit on clouds like we see in pictures. They live very busy lives in Heaven. They all have jobs. They live in houses. They are busy studying, praying, helping, playing golf, etc.
5. They come back again. Generally speaking, the older the soul the quicker they are to recycle themselves. It's like they can't wait to get back into the mix again. But, it all depends on the person how long they intend to hang around in Heaven before they come back again. Maybe they spend 300 years our time in Heaven, maybe they spend only 8 months.
6. When it is time to come back they are the ones who decide what it is they will be concentrating on in the next incarnated lifetime. It's sort of like, "Hmmm. Let's see I didn't do so well with sharing in the last lifetime. That was a hard one for me to learn. I think I need to spend some more time doing that. Also, I think it's time for me to die in an accident. Is there anybody who can help me on that one? Okay, I think I want to be married to Joe again. Joe, are you willing? We've been related twice before and married already in 3 other lifetimes. I feel like hanging out with you again."
7. There is also Karma to take into account too. What goes around comes around. You've been bad in this lifetime? Guess what? You'll likely be on the receiving end in the next lifetime. Something like that. Also, since you're the one picking out the things you'll be aiming for, your major life lessons, you'll also be aware of whatever pain you'll be enduring. This is where we all say our higher self sucks.
Anyway, that's a really simplistic way of presenting it. I think there's a lot of guidance that comes in from other quarters for somebody to make decisions about what they want to do in their next incarnated lifetime. But, you get the idea.
Friday, July 28, 2006
The Busy Woman's Helper
I’ve got the day off today and a lot to be done. Interestingly, I awakened this morning with an idea for a new product. You could call it alternatively, The Busy Woman’s Helper, or The Nag, or if a man was using it The HoneyDo. Something along those lines.
It’s a cordless headset with a microphone attachment that can swing up or down depending on whether you are using it or not. It’s a reminder system. You tell it all the things you want to do during the course of the day. Laundry, fix up a new computer, shopping, clean the house, whatever it is that you would like to accomplish. Also, it could have some preprogrammed things stored into its memory so that you don’t ignore things and let your house become unsightly by not picking things up or cleaning it every once in awhile.
It just reminds you that it’s time to do things. Time to vacuum. Time to put the wet laundry in the dryer. You have the option of saying, “Cancel” or “Reschedule” for any particular reminder. Deedude said you should be able to say bad words too, so it will be able to recognize a rude reschedule or cancel.
And, if you cancel or reschedule too much (this was DeeDude’s idea) you should get 50,000 volts. I think that much would probably put somebody in the hospital or six feet under, so maybe the shock should be milder. I asked him where you get this shock since you’re wearing headphones and he said they should plant a chip in your butt.
Together we make an awesome duo.
It’s a cordless headset with a microphone attachment that can swing up or down depending on whether you are using it or not. It’s a reminder system. You tell it all the things you want to do during the course of the day. Laundry, fix up a new computer, shopping, clean the house, whatever it is that you would like to accomplish. Also, it could have some preprogrammed things stored into its memory so that you don’t ignore things and let your house become unsightly by not picking things up or cleaning it every once in awhile.
It just reminds you that it’s time to do things. Time to vacuum. Time to put the wet laundry in the dryer. You have the option of saying, “Cancel” or “Reschedule” for any particular reminder. Deedude said you should be able to say bad words too, so it will be able to recognize a rude reschedule or cancel.
And, if you cancel or reschedule too much (this was DeeDude’s idea) you should get 50,000 volts. I think that much would probably put somebody in the hospital or six feet under, so maybe the shock should be milder. I asked him where you get this shock since you’re wearing headphones and he said they should plant a chip in your butt.
Together we make an awesome duo.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Where the Hell is Matt?
I ran across this video today. It blew me away. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
You can see Matt at his website Where The Hell Is Matt?
You can see Matt at his website Where The Hell Is Matt?
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Aliens From Alibris???
Getting new glasses soon is going to be an event. I just went through my e-mail and instead of reading that the email came from Alibris I thought for a second that it had come from Aliens.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
San Francisco in Photographs
My husband, Dennis Evanosky and his friends Eric Kos and Karl Mondon wrote a picture book about San Francisco. Karl took the pictures which are phenomenal. Eric and Dennis did the writing part. Six copies of the book arrived just now, two for each of them.It will be out in October, 2006, by Random House.
This book is absolutely gorgeous. We are blown away.
San Francisco in Photographs
Category: Travel - Pictorials
Format: Hardcover, 128 pages
On Sale: October 3, 2006
Price: $15.99
ISBN: 978-0-517-22873-9 (0-517-22873-4)
Hot
Yikes, is it ever hot outside. On our patio, which, is in a sheltered area, in the shade, a cross breeze going through it from 3 different directions, it is 104 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s hot. I looked at weather.com and they said it was 89 degrees. Maybe in the freezer isle at the grocery store.
Anyway, I just misted the birdie. I hope she doesn’t pass out. There’s a fan on her. Two of the cats are asleep. Not sure where the others are. Waiting it out somewhere. I misted the plants. One will likely not make it. It looks blasted right now. I soaked my head. DeeDude is almost naked. It’s like an oven.
I was up early being as productive as I could be as quickly as I could be. I knew later on we would be Post Toasties and not able to do much of anything. Thank goodness we don’t have to work today. I threw 2 cupfuls of water on the plant as I left the office yesterday thinking it was going to be hot this weekend.
I went to Office Depot this morning. They’ve got copy paper in 5 ream cartons, now, so that’s what I got for us. We don’t use it that quickly and I was able to carry it up the stairs to our apartment. I also talked at some length to a guy at Office Depot who knew all about digital cameras and routers. I copied down the sku’s of the memory stick and the lens cleaner we would need to purchase for our new office camera. Also, he recommended getting it a case to protect the lcd viewer. It’s a Sony DSC-T9. Very, very nice camera. I brought it home with me to learn how to use it. I have to admit that it took me a very long time last night fiddeling with all the menu items before I got a half-way decent handle on what is going on. I’m still not real comfortable using it, but figure that with time and use it will all get easier. I especially like the video. My plan is to get all the kitties on film. DeeDude too.
The other thing I got at Office Depot was a wireless router so that we can use dsl with all of our computers in the house. DeeDude and my computers are both the old fashioned hard wired kind. Then, he purchased a laptop with both a hard-wire and wireless connection. We were unplugging the telephone and he was using it as the old fashioned 58K dial up, which isn’t fun when you are accustomed to dsl. When it cools down, or maybe tomorrow morning I’ll start hooking everything up. Right now I don’t feel like doing much of anything. If we get that all to working I might, later on down the road purchase whatever gizmos are necessary for my computer (s) to go wireless.
I’m going to go make some jello. Maybe that’s what we will have for dinner.
Anyway, I just misted the birdie. I hope she doesn’t pass out. There’s a fan on her. Two of the cats are asleep. Not sure where the others are. Waiting it out somewhere. I misted the plants. One will likely not make it. It looks blasted right now. I soaked my head. DeeDude is almost naked. It’s like an oven.
I was up early being as productive as I could be as quickly as I could be. I knew later on we would be Post Toasties and not able to do much of anything. Thank goodness we don’t have to work today. I threw 2 cupfuls of water on the plant as I left the office yesterday thinking it was going to be hot this weekend.
I went to Office Depot this morning. They’ve got copy paper in 5 ream cartons, now, so that’s what I got for us. We don’t use it that quickly and I was able to carry it up the stairs to our apartment. I also talked at some length to a guy at Office Depot who knew all about digital cameras and routers. I copied down the sku’s of the memory stick and the lens cleaner we would need to purchase for our new office camera. Also, he recommended getting it a case to protect the lcd viewer. It’s a Sony DSC-T9. Very, very nice camera. I brought it home with me to learn how to use it. I have to admit that it took me a very long time last night fiddeling with all the menu items before I got a half-way decent handle on what is going on. I’m still not real comfortable using it, but figure that with time and use it will all get easier. I especially like the video. My plan is to get all the kitties on film. DeeDude too.
The other thing I got at Office Depot was a wireless router so that we can use dsl with all of our computers in the house. DeeDude and my computers are both the old fashioned hard wired kind. Then, he purchased a laptop with both a hard-wire and wireless connection. We were unplugging the telephone and he was using it as the old fashioned 58K dial up, which isn’t fun when you are accustomed to dsl. When it cools down, or maybe tomorrow morning I’ll start hooking everything up. Right now I don’t feel like doing much of anything. If we get that all to working I might, later on down the road purchase whatever gizmos are necessary for my computer (s) to go wireless.
I’m going to go make some jello. Maybe that’s what we will have for dinner.
Practical Guidance
My husband and I have embarked upon a weight loss regime. Actually, I’ve been trying for some time and he only recently joined in. His sense of purpose has always been astonishing to me and as promised he has plowed right into the need to lose a bit of weight. I’m tagging along. But, for the past 2 days I have applied myself to my Leslie Sansone Walk at Home Aerobics DVD. I’m only able to get to ¾ of a mile yet before I crap out, but it’s better than nothing and with time it will get better. I also feel better about myself.
But, yesterday I was sitting on the throne and some guide began to wax enthusiastic about me exercising. I’m not making fun, they really do encourage me. And, there’s always a bit of privacy in the bathroom, so the bathroom has always been a great place to talk. Anyway, this guide starts to be a little bit more than just mildly encouraging. He starts along the lines of what might be called hectoring. He said something about, “It’s only going to take you 10 minutes. What is 10 minutes out of a 24 hour day?” He went on for a little bit along those lines. I narrowed my eyes and said, “Who is this? General Patton?”
I am hoping that they will continue to encourage me. When I first started channeling they did help me to lose 50 pounds. I’m not as gullible as I was in those days and the difficulty of losing weight now is slightly different than it was then, but, they can still help me.
Dreaming
At work I am the mean secretary. Even in my dreams. The last one was so funny I woke up laughing.
I was in a big room doing something secretarial. Whatever it was wasn’t happening well and I had a small sense of frustration at the task. Then, my boss steams past me roaring out, “Grab a notebook and follow me!” He does one of these wide arm gestures for me to follow him. We are on our way to a meeting. I narrow my eyes and snort (this is what mean secretaries generally do) and instead of getting just one pad of paper I grab a handful. I may be mean, but I am always prepared.
I notice there are a number of people in the room we are leaving, all younger than myself. As we go into the next larger room I notice many, many more of these young people. And, they are all whining at me as I go past them. “Can I have one of those? Hey, give me a note book! I want a yellow one. Do you have a yellow pad?” I started cursing at them. “Get your own damned notebook.” except, I was handing out the notebooks right and left. What was also irritating to me was that whatever meeting we were going to I was going to be the one expected to take notes, which, actually is exactly what happens with every meeting I attend at my company. The last person I remember snarling to in the dream was some younger woman who had somehow gotten herself into a storage cabinet. I couldn’t see her, I could only hear her whining for a notebook. That was the last straw. As I rose to the surface of wakefulness I thought to myself, “I’m even a mean secretary in my dreams.” And, for the first time in a long time I awakened laughing. Talk about letting off steam.
I was in a big room doing something secretarial. Whatever it was wasn’t happening well and I had a small sense of frustration at the task. Then, my boss steams past me roaring out, “Grab a notebook and follow me!” He does one of these wide arm gestures for me to follow him. We are on our way to a meeting. I narrow my eyes and snort (this is what mean secretaries generally do) and instead of getting just one pad of paper I grab a handful. I may be mean, but I am always prepared.
I notice there are a number of people in the room we are leaving, all younger than myself. As we go into the next larger room I notice many, many more of these young people. And, they are all whining at me as I go past them. “Can I have one of those? Hey, give me a note book! I want a yellow one. Do you have a yellow pad?” I started cursing at them. “Get your own damned notebook.” except, I was handing out the notebooks right and left. What was also irritating to me was that whatever meeting we were going to I was going to be the one expected to take notes, which, actually is exactly what happens with every meeting I attend at my company. The last person I remember snarling to in the dream was some younger woman who had somehow gotten herself into a storage cabinet. I couldn’t see her, I could only hear her whining for a notebook. That was the last straw. As I rose to the surface of wakefulness I thought to myself, “I’m even a mean secretary in my dreams.” And, for the first time in a long time I awakened laughing. Talk about letting off steam.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Vitamins For Your Mind
I’d like to comment on the value of taking 30 seconds or so to center yourself prior to beginning a new activity. Like what I did right before I set out to write this piece. I send out this thought to the universe that I would like to do something useful for the folks who are stopping by to read and maybe get some other person to begin to think along these lines. It’s like vitamins for your mind.
Picture this: Here you are, on your lonesome. You’re not bothering anybody and nobody is bothering you. All by yourself. Responsible for yourself. Your thoughts are your own. You are in command and in the driver’s seat.
But, you take the time to close your eyes and draw a deep breath. And, with your mind you reach out, knowing, expecting the wider universe to be there. It’s sort of like opening the door to your house and stepping out onto the front porch to grab the newspaper. And, as you are on the edge of this expanse of otherness you think to yourself of the gratitude you feel for seeing a new day, for being relatively healthy, for whatever it occurs to you to be grateful about right then.
You think of what it is that you want to do right then: a new entry in your blog, a bunch of chores you had not been looking forward to, a new spreadsheet, a day at the office. And, you ask for an assist to do it well. You ask that the patience, the perseverance, the enthusiasm and the creativity you might need to do the task well be there for you. You sort of sense these currents out there of what you are looking for and you breathe them in. Or, in your mind’s eye you might just let down a barrier or two and allow those currents to wash over you and around you.
It’s like the wide world is out there and as much yours as anybody else’s and there’s really no reason in the world why you cannot take advantage of it. Go ahead. Get wet.
And, I need to go get ready for work. Have a nice day.
Picture this: Here you are, on your lonesome. You’re not bothering anybody and nobody is bothering you. All by yourself. Responsible for yourself. Your thoughts are your own. You are in command and in the driver’s seat.
But, you take the time to close your eyes and draw a deep breath. And, with your mind you reach out, knowing, expecting the wider universe to be there. It’s sort of like opening the door to your house and stepping out onto the front porch to grab the newspaper. And, as you are on the edge of this expanse of otherness you think to yourself of the gratitude you feel for seeing a new day, for being relatively healthy, for whatever it occurs to you to be grateful about right then.
You think of what it is that you want to do right then: a new entry in your blog, a bunch of chores you had not been looking forward to, a new spreadsheet, a day at the office. And, you ask for an assist to do it well. You ask that the patience, the perseverance, the enthusiasm and the creativity you might need to do the task well be there for you. You sort of sense these currents out there of what you are looking for and you breathe them in. Or, in your mind’s eye you might just let down a barrier or two and allow those currents to wash over you and around you.
It’s like the wide world is out there and as much yours as anybody else’s and there’s really no reason in the world why you cannot take advantage of it. Go ahead. Get wet.
And, I need to go get ready for work. Have a nice day.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
A Point of View
In learning to channel, in the very beginning it is difficult to determine whether you have actually made contact with your guide and if they are trying to talk to you. You might think that you might have possibly heard somebody say something, but you just weren’t for certain positive about it. Then, as things don’t change much you might tend to become discouraged and give up on the quest either permanently as a bad job or temporarily to return to it some time later on.
I can say to you with the most heartfelt encouragement that your guide is there. You just need to keep trying.
Also, even though you are an adult and you don’t live in a fantasy anymore this is the one place where inventiveness and imagination will help you. On the wings of pretend is how this all happens. You pretend, just that little glimmer of a whisper you thought you heard was real. In your adult, rational, you can’t pass one over on me frame of mind you do an about face and become 5 years old again. Just for the time it takes to make a more solid connection with Spirit. Then, you can become a rational adult again, but the connection will have been made. You need not pretend anymore, but you will now be able to hear your guide. In point of fact, the connection you have, we all have, to Spirit is always there, has always been there and will always be there. We just can’t sense it all the time. All these exercises are meant to do is to get your inner mind’s eye to take another look at your reality.
So, pretend a little bit. You’re not going to lose your job.
It’s like pushing off into a swimming pool from the deep end. You know how to swim. You know how to float. You are not going to drown. You are safe. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. And float on the wings of pretend. Quiet. Reach out with an imaginary hand in welcome to your guide. They might close their arms around you for a few seconds. Be at peace.
I can say to you with the most heartfelt encouragement that your guide is there. You just need to keep trying.
Also, even though you are an adult and you don’t live in a fantasy anymore this is the one place where inventiveness and imagination will help you. On the wings of pretend is how this all happens. You pretend, just that little glimmer of a whisper you thought you heard was real. In your adult, rational, you can’t pass one over on me frame of mind you do an about face and become 5 years old again. Just for the time it takes to make a more solid connection with Spirit. Then, you can become a rational adult again, but the connection will have been made. You need not pretend anymore, but you will now be able to hear your guide. In point of fact, the connection you have, we all have, to Spirit is always there, has always been there and will always be there. We just can’t sense it all the time. All these exercises are meant to do is to get your inner mind’s eye to take another look at your reality.
So, pretend a little bit. You’re not going to lose your job.
It’s like pushing off into a swimming pool from the deep end. You know how to swim. You know how to float. You are not going to drown. You are safe. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. And float on the wings of pretend. Quiet. Reach out with an imaginary hand in welcome to your guide. They might close their arms around you for a few seconds. Be at peace.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Ouch
Normally, I would not talk about these things. This is certainly not dignified. But, if I can move one other person to take care of themselves and avoid something big on down the road it’s worth any personal embarrassment I might experience.
This gives a whole new meaning to the words, “Up Yours”. I’m scheduled to have a sigmoidoscopy tomorrow. I am dreading this procedure. I had it done 7 years ago and it was terribly painful. I’ve been assured things are very different now and it won’t hurt a bit. It’s only supposed to take 10 minutes. Hey, I don’t see that tube being stuck up your butt, lady. So, the psychic sucks it up and acts like the big girl she is.
My mother died of cancer of the colon. Nobody saw it coming, least of all her. She bled quietly for 10 years without telling anybody about it. We only found out after she passed on. So, since these things can be hereditary I’m literally getting my butt into the hospital tomorrow. Wish me luck.
Post Script: The study went well. There was absolutely no pain. It was over in 5 minutes. If anybody needs to have this done it is easy enough to do. I need not have worried about it. I am glad to have gotten the whole day off from work. Now, I'm going to go shopping and literally fart around. I guess there's still some air in my intestines.
This gives a whole new meaning to the words, “Up Yours”. I’m scheduled to have a sigmoidoscopy tomorrow. I am dreading this procedure. I had it done 7 years ago and it was terribly painful. I’ve been assured things are very different now and it won’t hurt a bit. It’s only supposed to take 10 minutes. Hey, I don’t see that tube being stuck up your butt, lady. So, the psychic sucks it up and acts like the big girl she is.
My mother died of cancer of the colon. Nobody saw it coming, least of all her. She bled quietly for 10 years without telling anybody about it. We only found out after she passed on. So, since these things can be hereditary I’m literally getting my butt into the hospital tomorrow. Wish me luck.
Post Script: The study went well. There was absolutely no pain. It was over in 5 minutes. If anybody needs to have this done it is easy enough to do. I need not have worried about it. I am glad to have gotten the whole day off from work. Now, I'm going to go shopping and literally fart around. I guess there's still some air in my intestines.
A Question
Normally I would allow some time to pass before posting an e-mail I had received from somebody, but in this case I am making an exception. The e-mail arrived this morning and my response to it resulted in an e-mail failure. Presumably, the person didn’t leave me a correct e-mail address. I am posting it here with personalizing information removed this morning thinking that they might come back to the site.
Question: I am really worried about my niece who died recently. I love her so much and want to know whether she is okay there, up above. Can I do anything that will help her to be at peace and do good to her future. Can I talk to her for her betterment? What can I do?
Answer: Everyone who passes on is fine. They have people in Spirit who are there to meet them and take care of them. Your niece needs nothing from us. However, you need to work through your grief. Everybody does that differently and in their own time. If it helps you to say prayers for her that is fine. She is at peace. I hope this helps you some in your grief.
She can hear you fine. You can't hear her. She will not visit you, nor will you likely see a sign that she has visited, but I could be wrong about that. She can hear you fine. So, wish her well. Tell her you are sorry she has passed on. Tell her whatever you wish either aloud or silently in your heart and she can hear it instantly.
Your niece says hello and to tell you she is fine.
When you have calmed down and the time appropriate she might visit you in your dreams. I doubt this would happen if you would be afraid. She would not show up with moldering grave dust on her but look fine and healthy. When I saw my grandmother who had passed on she did not appear to me as old as she was when she passed on, but younger. Sylvia Browne says that folks tend to move gradually toward the appearance they had when they were or would have been 30.
I hope this helps you.
Question: I am really worried about my niece who died recently. I love her so much and want to know whether she is okay there, up above. Can I do anything that will help her to be at peace and do good to her future. Can I talk to her for her betterment? What can I do?
Answer: Everyone who passes on is fine. They have people in Spirit who are there to meet them and take care of them. Your niece needs nothing from us. However, you need to work through your grief. Everybody does that differently and in their own time. If it helps you to say prayers for her that is fine. She is at peace. I hope this helps you some in your grief.
She can hear you fine. You can't hear her. She will not visit you, nor will you likely see a sign that she has visited, but I could be wrong about that. She can hear you fine. So, wish her well. Tell her you are sorry she has passed on. Tell her whatever you wish either aloud or silently in your heart and she can hear it instantly.
Your niece says hello and to tell you she is fine.
When you have calmed down and the time appropriate she might visit you in your dreams. I doubt this would happen if you would be afraid. She would not show up with moldering grave dust on her but look fine and healthy. When I saw my grandmother who had passed on she did not appear to me as old as she was when she passed on, but younger. Sylvia Browne says that folks tend to move gradually toward the appearance they had when they were or would have been 30.
I hope this helps you.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Talking to the Animals
There are folks out there who will establish psychic communication with your animals. I’m not one of them. However, I respect what they do and totally believe that they are able to do it. The reason why I do is because I have occasionally talked to the animals myself. I’ve got a page about talking to the animals at Talking to Spirit. There are links there, too, to go talk to the folks who do talk to the animals.
Compared to channeling Folk in Spirit and dead guys talking to the animals happens along the same lines, but ends up being slightly different.
Here’s me talking to a dead guy: Hi. How are you? Them: Fine. How are you?
Here’s me talking to one of the animals: Hey. Them: Silence and ignoring me. Me: Hello there. Them: Where’s my dinner?
See what I mean? Of course, I’m trying to talk to cats. They aren’t always like that. But, they have this real definite idea of their place in the universe and of mine. These are the live cats. I actually prefer talking to the ones who have passed on. They are more like Folk in Spirit then. It’s a challenge to talk to a live animal.
But, for now I will respect the cats who live in my house and let them have their way when it doesn’t interfere too much with what I want…for instance, every piece of my furniture is considered property of cats. And, every piece looks like a giant cat scratching post. They have their own designated cat scratching areas, several in fact, but after the thrill is over they love to work the corner of the sofa to death or the arms on DeeDude’s chair. I’ve gotten used to it.
Cats don’t talk much, actually. They have these looks they give you. But, even folks who aren’t blatantly psychic will tell you that their cats talk to them. It’s all in how you interpret what they are trying to say. And, if you don’t understand them they will take a crap in your shoes or throw up in your briefcase.
Once I got a psychic hit from one of our cats. It was dinner time. For the most part our cats are inside at night and roam around outside during the day. They like to hang out on our patio. In those days we had quite a few of them. Tops was 12 cats at once. Now, we have 4 of them. But, when t
his happened there was a crowd of them. Come dinner time we used to parcel out the bowls of food between the kitchen and out on the patio just because it was too crowded for everybody to squeeze into the kitchen at once. I remember this one time Samantha was sitting out on the patio after all the bowls had been distributed, but she wasn’t eating. She was just sitting there watching the other cats eating. I looked at her and she said to me plain as day, “Inside cats do not eat outside.”
How this all makes a difference in my life? From now on when a cat will come to make their home with us I will psychically ask them, “Is it okay to call you Fluffy Drawers?” and wait for some sort of answer. I’m not sure that the responses are going to be as plain as those I get from Folk in Spirit I talk to. Maybe. I hope so. It just seems to be more respectful to ask an animal what they’d like to be called rather than just assign them a name like it was the Army or something.
Compared to channeling Folk in Spirit and dead guys talking to the animals happens along the same lines, but ends up being slightly different.
Here’s me talking to a dead guy: Hi. How are you? Them: Fine. How are you?
Here’s me talking to one of the animals: Hey. Them: Silence and ignoring me. Me: Hello there. Them: Where’s my dinner?
See what I mean? Of course, I’m trying to talk to cats. They aren’t always like that. But, they have this real definite idea of their place in the universe and of mine. These are the live cats. I actually prefer talking to the ones who have passed on. They are more like Folk in Spirit then. It’s a challenge to talk to a live animal.
But, for now I will respect the cats who live in my house and let them have their way when it doesn’t interfere too much with what I want…for instance, every piece of my furniture is considered property of cats. And, every piece looks like a giant cat scratching post. They have their own designated cat scratching areas, several in fact, but after the thrill is over they love to work the corner of the sofa to death or the arms on DeeDude’s chair. I’ve gotten used to it.
Cats don’t talk much, actually. They have these looks they give you. But, even folks who aren’t blatantly psychic will tell you that their cats talk to them. It’s all in how you interpret what they are trying to say. And, if you don’t understand them they will take a crap in your shoes or throw up in your briefcase.
Once I got a psychic hit from one of our cats. It was dinner time. For the most part our cats are inside at night and roam around outside during the day. They like to hang out on our patio. In those days we had quite a few of them. Tops was 12 cats at once. Now, we have 4 of them. But, when t
his happened there was a crowd of them. Come dinner time we used to parcel out the bowls of food between the kitchen and out on the patio just because it was too crowded for everybody to squeeze into the kitchen at once. I remember this one time Samantha was sitting out on the patio after all the bowls had been distributed, but she wasn’t eating. She was just sitting there watching the other cats eating. I looked at her and she said to me plain as day, “Inside cats do not eat outside.”How this all makes a difference in my life? From now on when a cat will come to make their home with us I will psychically ask them, “Is it okay to call you Fluffy Drawers?” and wait for some sort of answer. I’m not sure that the responses are going to be as plain as those I get from Folk in Spirit I talk to. Maybe. I hope so. It just seems to be more respectful to ask an animal what they’d like to be called rather than just assign them a name like it was the Army or something.
Look Under That Rock
Okay…this has me totally mystified. Why can’t I get the Google Search Gizmos to work properly? I’ve got one and had it for a very, very long time at Talking To Spirit and it works fine. Maybe it is a case of these need to be here for awhile to get accustomed to being here? Sheesh. I don’t know. In the meantime, I’m still looking for a search for the site. I’m not particularly interested (guides laughing in the background….I got lots of arf, huff sounds just now) in making money from people clicking on the ads, but moreso in having the content of the site available to them.
Granted, me huffing around about how I’m in pain, or pissed off, or pooped out isn’t riveting stuff that needs to be revisited by anyone, but there are some interesting things that come up now and again. In a website you’d have the menu. On a blog you’ve got anonymous archives. But, if you had a search and better yet, if you had a search that had a, “These are the 10 most recently searched for items.” That would be pretty incredible. What would you do if you saw someone had searched for, “Sex on the Astral Planes”. You didn’t even think they had sex in Heaven did you? Ha, fess up. Maybe I should talk about it some time. But, that’s sort of interesting. And, when was the last time you heard from Elvis? Or Seth? He’s my main guide. He was sort of standing there tapping his foot just now having been upstaged by Elvis. Actually, Google doesn’t do that at all, so my search continues.
And, later, for fun we’ll change the sheets on the bed and do 4 loads of laundry. I may take a nap too. I like taking naps. That’s actually pretty incredible. If anybody had ever told me when I was 5 years old that I’d look forward to taking naps in the afternoon when I got to be an old fart I would not have believed them. My boss was not amused when I asked him if I could start taking a nap at 2:00 pm. He got this funny look in his eye and his face started scrunching up. He might have been trying to stifle a laugh. I don’t know. I didn’t ask him.
Granted, me huffing around about how I’m in pain, or pissed off, or pooped out isn’t riveting stuff that needs to be revisited by anyone, but there are some interesting things that come up now and again. In a website you’d have the menu. On a blog you’ve got anonymous archives. But, if you had a search and better yet, if you had a search that had a, “These are the 10 most recently searched for items.” That would be pretty incredible. What would you do if you saw someone had searched for, “Sex on the Astral Planes”. You didn’t even think they had sex in Heaven did you? Ha, fess up. Maybe I should talk about it some time. But, that’s sort of interesting. And, when was the last time you heard from Elvis? Or Seth? He’s my main guide. He was sort of standing there tapping his foot just now having been upstaged by Elvis. Actually, Google doesn’t do that at all, so my search continues.
And, later, for fun we’ll change the sheets on the bed and do 4 loads of laundry. I may take a nap too. I like taking naps. That’s actually pretty incredible. If anybody had ever told me when I was 5 years old that I’d look forward to taking naps in the afternoon when I got to be an old fart I would not have believed them. My boss was not amused when I asked him if I could start taking a nap at 2:00 pm. He got this funny look in his eye and his face started scrunching up. He might have been trying to stifle a laugh. I don’t know. I didn’t ask him.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Hey, Answer That!
It all has to do with perspective. It’s like where are you coming from as you look out of your eyes and observe the world? Or, whatever senses you have to interpret the stuff that happens around you. It’s the history that you have. It’s what you ate for dinner last night. It’s your health. It’s how mean you are (I’m the mean secretary these days). For instance, take mean. I’m not really mean. I’m actually mad. But, for some reason I can’t seem to give myself permission to get mad. So, I get mean. It’s what I did as a child. Be nice. You’re the oldest, so you can take care of and set an example for the others. Ahem. Now, I’m mean.
What this involves, though, as an adult just starting my 50’s as a secretary is letting the phone ring longer than it needs to sometimes in my office. Not often, but just every once in awhile when it just gets to be overwhelming. I could quit and find another job, but that's too much trouble. I figure that particular move will happen in its own time anyway. It’s my tiny revolution. Hey, I could be in the powder room. Then, who would answer the ding donged phone? I also amuse myself with psychic observations during the course of my workday as a mean secretary. He’s got piles. That’s why he’s acting like such a shit.Right.
The problem with being a mean secretary, though, is there aren’t any real clear demarcations between 4:30 pm and 5:00 pm when I get home. It is evident when the phone rings at home. I don’t answer it. We’ve got this great phone in the back that has this little LCD window on it that lets me know who is calling. Most of the time I can tell when it’s somebody I want to talk to. Most of the time I don’t answer it. But, as time has gone by I find myself more often than not just not answering the phone. We turned the ringer off on the phone in the front, so if the television is on nobody can really hear the phone when it rings in the back of the house.
Something else I’ve been doing is telling telemarketers if they can’t say my name right I don’t want to talk to them and then hanging up. It’s not so big a problem as it used to be before we got on the Do Not Call List. But, I still get that little thrill as I hang up on somebody. I can’t do that at work. At least, not often. But, I take full advantage of the fact that I’m queen in my castle and what I say goes…mostly. An exception is DeeDude when he has possession of the remote control for the TV.
What this involves, though, as an adult just starting my 50’s as a secretary is letting the phone ring longer than it needs to sometimes in my office. Not often, but just every once in awhile when it just gets to be overwhelming. I could quit and find another job, but that's too much trouble. I figure that particular move will happen in its own time anyway. It’s my tiny revolution. Hey, I could be in the powder room. Then, who would answer the ding donged phone? I also amuse myself with psychic observations during the course of my workday as a mean secretary. He’s got piles. That’s why he’s acting like such a shit.Right.
The problem with being a mean secretary, though, is there aren’t any real clear demarcations between 4:30 pm and 5:00 pm when I get home. It is evident when the phone rings at home. I don’t answer it. We’ve got this great phone in the back that has this little LCD window on it that lets me know who is calling. Most of the time I can tell when it’s somebody I want to talk to. Most of the time I don’t answer it. But, as time has gone by I find myself more often than not just not answering the phone. We turned the ringer off on the phone in the front, so if the television is on nobody can really hear the phone when it rings in the back of the house.
Something else I’ve been doing is telling telemarketers if they can’t say my name right I don’t want to talk to them and then hanging up. It’s not so big a problem as it used to be before we got on the Do Not Call List. But, I still get that little thrill as I hang up on somebody. I can’t do that at work. At least, not often. But, I take full advantage of the fact that I’m queen in my castle and what I say goes…mostly. An exception is DeeDude when he has possession of the remote control for the TV.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Cats and Birds
I got an email today asking for help in learning how to talk to the animals. I’ve actually only had just a handful of times when I’ve talked to live animals…and, even then I wondered if it had actually happened or been a by product of talking to the guides, like they might have relayed on the message. Anyway, for me it is hit or miss. Live animals. However, talking to those who’ve passed on is a different matter. Channeling is channeling whether you’re talking to Elvis, Seth or your great-aunt Martha.
Now, for the really weird part. Once we were doing experiments out on my patio with channeling and we decided to channel the plastic chairs we were sitting in. I kid you not. Mine ended up like a really high pitched screaming, squeaky sound. Very, very strange. I’ve never sat in a chair with quite the same aplomb that I did before.
Anyway, the experiment was to illustrate that everything has consciousness and our mission was to tap into the consciousness of ordinary plastic patio furniture.
I promise to talk more about talking to the animals this weekend, though I will leave you with one story.
I was holding on to our youngest cat. She was still a kitten in those days and the great attraction in the kitchen were the two parakeets, Buzz and Gus who had a large cage over top of the microwave oven. They sat in a primo place to observe all that went on in our main living areas, which was the kitchen, the dining area and our living room. The cage was also tied up so that if any cat decided to climb the cage they couldn’t do any harm. At the time we must have had 8 cats living with us and at some point they had all made the trip up onto the bird cage. But, only once because they couldn’t go anywhere and it was sort of scary besides.
The birds knew this. They and the cats got along. Nobody seemed to prey on anybody else or use intimidation or anything like that. Birds and cats co-existed in our house fine. Except, Mimi was absolutely fascinated with the
birds. She used to spend hours sitting beside the cage. The time in question I’d scooped her up and was holding her while we stood in front of the cage looking at Buzz and Gus. Suddenly one of the birds started in with a real rapid twittering parakeets will do when they are irritated about something. I thought Mimi had pushed the envelope and had just annoyed the crap out of the birds, so I was talking to her about how she shouldn’t bother the birds. What was startling was to hear a psychic voice whine plaintively to me, “But, they were teasing me.” Those birds had gone and gotten the cat in trouble. What a hoot!
Now, for the really weird part. Once we were doing experiments out on my patio with channeling and we decided to channel the plastic chairs we were sitting in. I kid you not. Mine ended up like a really high pitched screaming, squeaky sound. Very, very strange. I’ve never sat in a chair with quite the same aplomb that I did before.
Anyway, the experiment was to illustrate that everything has consciousness and our mission was to tap into the consciousness of ordinary plastic patio furniture.
I promise to talk more about talking to the animals this weekend, though I will leave you with one story.
I was holding on to our youngest cat. She was still a kitten in those days and the great attraction in the kitchen were the two parakeets, Buzz and Gus who had a large cage over top of the microwave oven. They sat in a primo place to observe all that went on in our main living areas, which was the kitchen, the dining area and our living room. The cage was also tied up so that if any cat decided to climb the cage they couldn’t do any harm. At the time we must have had 8 cats living with us and at some point they had all made the trip up onto the bird cage. But, only once because they couldn’t go anywhere and it was sort of scary besides.
The birds knew this. They and the cats got along. Nobody seemed to prey on anybody else or use intimidation or anything like that. Birds and cats co-existed in our house fine. Except, Mimi was absolutely fascinated with the
birds. She used to spend hours sitting beside the cage. The time in question I’d scooped her up and was holding her while we stood in front of the cage looking at Buzz and Gus. Suddenly one of the birds started in with a real rapid twittering parakeets will do when they are irritated about something. I thought Mimi had pushed the envelope and had just annoyed the crap out of the birds, so I was talking to her about how she shouldn’t bother the birds. What was startling was to hear a psychic voice whine plaintively to me, “But, they were teasing me.” Those birds had gone and gotten the cat in trouble. What a hoot!
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Tinkering
It never fails. Just when I think I’m getting a handle on something I think of something that is either going to make things drag out longer or complicate the whole danged thing. Actually, this will solve a problem. I’m in the process of widening my other site, Talking To Spirit. It’ll look better, be cleaner and have a little bit of CSS style stuff going on. But, it doesn’t print nice. I hate it when I go to a website and I want to print something and it just doesn’t do it. I hate having to make my paper go landscaped or all the other little tricks you do to make something fit properly. The other day I wanted to print something and the process wouldn’t work, so I just did a cut and paste of the pertinent info into a word document. I don’t think the authors of the site would have liked that because their url wasn’t there and all sorts of identifying info was missing, but I got the info I wanted. Except, now I’ve done it to other people.
Anyway, what I figured I would do is just have a printer-friendly page for each one. I’ll just have to remember when I update a page that I also update the printer-friendly version. I’d actually already done that with the recipes.
Anyway, what I figured I would do is just have a printer-friendly page for each one. I’ll just have to remember when I update a page that I also update the printer-friendly version. I’d actually already done that with the recipes.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
The Grass Is Always Greener On The Other Side
So many times the guides will say something to me that just tickles my funny bone. The only problem is that many times I forget to write it down somewhere. We’re in the throes of life, and work, and driving, and shopping. Whatever. And, the moment is lost. Later I will scratch my head trying to remember why I was so entertained by something they had said and just can’t remember it. Today was different.
The big project lately has been with our archived channeling. It’s a whole year’s worth and this morning I started work on day 240. Anyway, I was into the bit where the guides were talking about how the grass always seems to be greener on the other side in regard to folks not being content with their circumstances. I was thrashing about trying to find a title for it not wanting to do the obvious. These things need to be done quickly and I’d already overstepped the line into dithering mode and knew if I didn’t come to a decision quickly I was likely to lose my momentum. So, I decided to use the obvious. Hey, it was the subject of that bit of channeling. Why not use it? Even though it’s been worked to death. So, as I recorded that as the title some guide said, “Actually, the grass is greener on the other side. Everything is more vibrant and colorful.” I thought it was funny and worth telling you here in these pages.
The big project lately has been with our archived channeling. It’s a whole year’s worth and this morning I started work on day 240. Anyway, I was into the bit where the guides were talking about how the grass always seems to be greener on the other side in regard to folks not being content with their circumstances. I was thrashing about trying to find a title for it not wanting to do the obvious. These things need to be done quickly and I’d already overstepped the line into dithering mode and knew if I didn’t come to a decision quickly I was likely to lose my momentum. So, I decided to use the obvious. Hey, it was the subject of that bit of channeling. Why not use it? Even though it’s been worked to death. So, as I recorded that as the title some guide said, “Actually, the grass is greener on the other side. Everything is more vibrant and colorful.” I thought it was funny and worth telling you here in these pages.
Monday, July 03, 2006
Watch Your Step!
There are several different versions of this, but I thought this one was best. You can order one from: Bumper Art
Fat Poultry
I really need new glasses. I was reading a news blog about how people are debating whether to label children as obese. Except I read the word as chickens and had to scratch my head for a moment or two wondering about the story. The news this weekend is that my eyesight has changed enough to warrant new glasses. The bad news is that I have to wait another month for a re-check to see if the increase in my diabetes medication and consequent lowering of my blood sugar is going to result in an improvement in my eyesight. Obese chickens indeed.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Clouds
Okay, I've been playing with Adobe Photoshop. I didn't realize there was a liquify button. It's in the Image area. Clouds outside our house in Oakland...And, some more fiddeling. This is really fun!
Oh, Lord Won't You Buy Me a Mercedes Benz?
In keeping with the subject matter of the previous post and seeing as how as I was surfing around this morning I felt like singing Janis Joplin's song Mercedes Benz. I've posted the lyrics for those who are interested. Click on the audio blog button below to hear what resulted.
"Mercedes Benz"
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a color TV?
Dialing For Dollars is trying to find me.
I wait for delivery each day until three,
So oh Lord, won’t you buy me a color TV?
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town?
I’m counting on you, Lord, please don’t let me down.
Prove that you love me and buy the next round,
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town?
Everybody!
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends,
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
That’s it!
"Mercedes Benz"
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a color TV?
Dialing For Dollars is trying to find me.
I wait for delivery each day until three,
So oh Lord, won’t you buy me a color TV?
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town?
I’m counting on you, Lord, please don’t let me down.
Prove that you love me and buy the next round,
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town?
Everybody!
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends,
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
That’s it!
How Filthy Rich Do You Want To Be?
One of the things people go to Psychics for is to find out if they are ever going to be rich. One of the fist steps toward becoming rich is actually all in your mind. It’s how you look at life. It has to do with the cup empty or cup full idea.
It’s actually both pretty simple and pretty amazing. And, not too hard to accomplish. It starts with gratitude. If you can take a deep breath and just for the next 45 seconds be grateful for everything in your life you’ll be starting off on the right foot. Okay, so your back hurts and you’ve got irritable bowel syndrome. You aren’t 6 feet under yet. Be grateful. Okay, so you’ve got bills? Who hasn’t got bills? You can pay them, can’t you? Be grateful. Hey, it’s going to be a pretty day. You can accomplish quite a lot today. Make some brownies or something for after dinner. Splurge a little bit. Make it a holiday. Be grateful for what you already have.
One of the ways to create your own reality is to envision it in your mind. It all starts with a day dream. You concentrate on the idea. You actually implement real steps toward making that dream a reality. And, after you’ve obsessed on this idea for awhile you let it go. That’s a real important step in manifesting stuff. You let it go and allow it to bake, rise, cure, whatever. Allow it to come into being. Interestingly, it does.
You can start simple, too. Tape a picture of a piece of jewelry you’ve had your eye on, or a thing…computer, camera, shoes, whatever to a place where you are going to be looking at it a lot. Maybe tape a couple of them around. Your mind is on this thing. You are reminding yourself of this thing several times or many times during the course of the day. Then, sort of forget about it. And, see how long it takes for this “thing” to become reality in your life. Start small if you want to, just to see if the technique is going to work. It’s actually sort of spooky to see how fast these things happen.
Happy shopping.
It’s actually both pretty simple and pretty amazing. And, not too hard to accomplish. It starts with gratitude. If you can take a deep breath and just for the next 45 seconds be grateful for everything in your life you’ll be starting off on the right foot. Okay, so your back hurts and you’ve got irritable bowel syndrome. You aren’t 6 feet under yet. Be grateful. Okay, so you’ve got bills? Who hasn’t got bills? You can pay them, can’t you? Be grateful. Hey, it’s going to be a pretty day. You can accomplish quite a lot today. Make some brownies or something for after dinner. Splurge a little bit. Make it a holiday. Be grateful for what you already have.
One of the ways to create your own reality is to envision it in your mind. It all starts with a day dream. You concentrate on the idea. You actually implement real steps toward making that dream a reality. And, after you’ve obsessed on this idea for awhile you let it go. That’s a real important step in manifesting stuff. You let it go and allow it to bake, rise, cure, whatever. Allow it to come into being. Interestingly, it does.
You can start simple, too. Tape a picture of a piece of jewelry you’ve had your eye on, or a thing…computer, camera, shoes, whatever to a place where you are going to be looking at it a lot. Maybe tape a couple of them around. Your mind is on this thing. You are reminding yourself of this thing several times or many times during the course of the day. Then, sort of forget about it. And, see how long it takes for this “thing” to become reality in your life. Start small if you want to, just to see if the technique is going to work. It’s actually sort of spooky to see how fast these things happen.
Happy shopping.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Goats R Us
The other day Dennis and I were returning from some trip we’d made locally and as we zipped along the freeway I chanced to look up to see an entire hillside covered with goats. I was amazed. He told me, “Oh, that’s Goats R Us.” They hire out goats here in the San Francisco bay area to clear vegetation. What a concept!
Have a look at their site. They are based in Orinda, California. http://www.goatsrus.com/
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