Handwriting Analysis

This was super interesting. I'd always wondered what a handwriting analysis for myself would be. This is online and is free. You just write out a script and then go through their questions answering them as to how the letters are formed. Go to The Handwriting Wizard and get your own. It takes about 20 minutes.

Here's mine:
For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space. If the inputted data was correct Pauline has left lots of white space on the all four borders of the paper. Pauline fills up just the center area of the page. If this is true, then Pauline has a particular shyness toward people and a fear of moving too fast in any direction. In some cultures, respecting people, rules, and adhering to protocol are ways of life. The right side of the page represents the future and the left side represents the past. Pauline seems a bit stuck in the middle, afraid to take action. Pauline seems to have a fear of looking bad or of crossing boundries. It will be easy to work with Pauline on a team, because Pauline will usually follow the rules. However, this desire to respect the boundries can often be construed as a lack of confidence and people will walk over Pauline if she is not careful.

Pauline exaggerates about everything that has a physical nature. Although she may not intend to deceive or mislead, she blows things way out of proportion because that is the way she views them. She will be a good story teller. This exaggeration relates to all areas of her material world. Pauline allows many people into her life because she is accepting and trusting. She is sometimes called gullible by her friends. That only really means that she trusts too many people. Pauline has a vivid imagination.

Pauline is very self-sufficient. She is trying not to need anyone. She is capable of making it on her own. She probably wants and enjoys people, but she doesn't "need" them. She can be a loner.

Pauline is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect her ego when she feels hurt. She pokes people harder than she gets poked. These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time.

Pauline is a practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth. This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. She needs to visualize the end of a project before she starts. she finds joy in anticipation and planning. Notice that I said she plans everything she is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. Pauline basically feels good about herself. She has a positive self-esteem which contributes to her success. She feels she has the ability to achieve anything she sets her mind to. However, she sets her goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". She has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, she will not take great risks, as they relate to her goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, her self-perception is better than average.

Because Pauline has sharp needle pointed 'm' and 'n' humps, she has a very sharp mind. She instantly sizes up situations, making instant decisions. She thinks and evaluates circumstances very rapidly. Many people with this type of mind are geniuses, thus she may be seen as highly intelligent. Pauline is often irritated by slow talkers or slow thinkers. If she drives, she gets irritated by slow drivers in the fast lane. She quickly becomes bored when being taught on the level of the slowest student in class. She may be on problem number three when the rest of the class is on problem one. Pauline is curious and very active. In fact, in school she might have been a trouble maker because she thought so much faster than the other kids, she finished her work first, thus having plenty of time on her hands to make trouble!

Diplomacy is one of Pauline's best attributes. She has the ability to say what others want to hear. She can have tact with others. She has the ability to state things in such a way as to not offend someone else. Pauline can disagree without being disagreeable.

Pauline is secretive. She has secrets which she does not wish to share with others. She intentionally conceals things about herself. She has a private side that she intends to keep that way, especially concerning certain events in her past.

Pauline is sensitive to criticism about her ideas and philosophies. She will sometimes worry what people will think if she tells them what she believes in. This doesn't mean she won't talk, or that she feels ashamed. It merely means she is sensitive to what others think, regarding her beliefs.

Pauline uses judgment to make decisions. She is ruled by her head, not her heart. She is a cool, collected person who is usually unexpressive emotionally. Some may see her as unemotional. She does have emotions but has no need to express them. She is withdrawn into herself and enjoys being alone. The circumstances when Pauline does express emotions include: extreme anger, extreme passion, and tremendous stress. If someone gets her mad enough to tell her off, she will not be sorry about it later. She puts a mark in her mind when someone angers her. She keeps track of these marks and when she hits that last mark she will let them know they have gone too far. She is ruled somewhat by self-interest. All her conclusions are made without outside emotional influence. She is very level-headed and will remain calm in an emergency situation. In a situation where other people might get hysterical, she has poise. Pauline will work more efficiently if given space and time to be alone. She would rather not be surrounded by people constantly. In a relationship, she will show her love by the things she does rather than by the things she says. Saying "I love you" is not a needed routine because she feels her mate should already know. The only exception to this is if she has logically concluded that it is best for her mate to hear her express her love verbally. Pauline is not subject to emotional appeals. If someone is selling a product to her, they will need to present only the facts. They should present them from a standpoint of her sound judgment. She will not be taken in by an emotional story about someone else. She will meet emergencies without getting hysterical and she will always ask "Is this best for me?"

People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Pauline doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others.

Night Sweat Nightmare

I had a bad dream last night. It started with a huge menopausal night sweat that morphed into the bad dream. Somewhere along the line a couple of friends had asked me to help them with some sort of graphic project. I was to take art work and copy and scan and get it all into a book. And, I was supposed to do it as a favor. It was a lot of work and it needed to be done as quickly as possible. They’d approached me just as I was heading out the door to go to work.

I listened to what they wanted. In the beginning it was presented to me as a short, quick job. As they showed me the things they wanted included this short project began to get a whole lot bigger.

I remember getting angry that they were taking advantage of me and I said I would only do it for $25 a page. Then, this medium sized to large project morphed into a humongous project. I gulped and thought about charging several hundred dollars for it and then decided that I was not going to do it at all. I was so angry that I couldn’t even get the words out. It was like I was gasping. The words just came out in little huffs.

But, I did manage to get my point across. They were pissed. But, I felt better.

Student Loans

I wouldn’t say it’s a necessary evil, but a student loan, at some point, becomes very important to folks who are trying to further their education. Actually, if you manage to snag more than one a loan a student consolidation loan becomes important too.

It was years and years ago, but DeeDude did get a student loan. It was for $5,000 and it was a lifesaver for us. We’d just come back from Germany and the only thing we owned were a bunch of books, some cookware, a rocking chair and our clothes. That’s it. That student loan allowed us to settle into graduate housing at The University of Maryland. We didn’t have to start paying it off until after DeeDude had gotten his master’s degree. And, if it had not been for that loan we would have been sleeping, eating and living on the floor of that apartment.

At the time we were in Hyattsville, Maryland the internet hadn’t yet been invented and if we’d been able to get information about student loan consolidation as easily as people can now I think it would have been better for us; it certainly would have been easier. As it was we are really grateful for having gotten that loan.

I'm Beat

Did you ever have one of those days where, when you got home from work you could only just sit there? Not do anything else? Just absolutely numb? That was me tonight.

I'm thinking this is one of those evenings where, to preserve my sanity, I'm going to have to do something. Some sort of revitalizing meditation. Something to make up for the horrible day at work. The only redeeming thing is that it is Tuesday and there are only 3 days left in the week. Think they'll go fast enough?

It's on nights like this I wish I smoked and I wish I still drank, because I'd have been smoking up a storm and drinking like a fish.

Write Down Your Dreams

One of the things that you can do to investigate your psychic nature is to begin recording your dreams. The dream time is the place where your subconscious does housekeeping of the things that are concerning you during the day. Also, it's a place where you work on problems and find solutions to those problems.

However, the dream time is also an ideal place for you to dabble in things psychic. There are any number of things that you can do, but the most important thing is that you be able to remember your dreams. Not just a hazy rememberence, but a full blown write it down right after you wake up situation.

It won't take you that long to get into the habit of recording your dreams. Start today. Then, when things are comfortable for you and you're writing down one and two and three dreams each morning you can begin to work on getting lucid and practicing your psychic skills.

Psychic Readings

One of the things I haven’t done in a really long time is a psychic reading for someone. I think what happened was that I just lost heart for doing them. What I didn’t like about the psychic readings I did for people was that I did not like being the bearer of bad or of disappointing news.

And, it happened a lot.

I tried my hardest to couch the messages I got in an encouraging way for the person, but so much of the time they also were not listening to what I said. Mostly, folks just want to hear what they want to hear. Maybe I didn’t charge enough. Anyway I sort of gave it up for awhile. I actually don’t think that’s what I’m supposed to do anyway. I was careful to occasionally check in with the guides about their own feelings or preferences on the matter, but they never had any to speak of. They always said if I wanted to do it, go ahead. They would make their contribution and that was it. Same thing at work. They help me there, but it’s because I ask for help, not because it’s their job or anything like that.

What I do know is that I am there for those people who want to learn how to channel. And, I think that I’m here to demystify the whole thing. I want folks to know they can go to a psychic for help in making a decision, but not to just take a psychic’s advice without thinking about it. Does that make sense? It’s like you’ll ask your sister, your mother, or the ladies at work for advice about something you’re thinking about doing. You’ll listen to their advice, but in the end it is you who is going to make up your mind. The important thing is that, as a mature adult, you’re not going to blame anybody else for the things that don’t go quit right. What I would do is to urge you to think of a disaster or of a failure as one more step towards a successful outcome and to keep trying with whatever it is that you want to do. It’s just in how you look at it.

Reading Stephen King

Well, it’s been awhile, but I’m reading one of Stephen King’s books again. This is, “From A Buick 8” it reminds me a bit of another one he wrote and danged if I can’t remember the name of it. I want to say it was, “The Tommyknockers”, but that one is too old. It was a recent book of his where folks were in the woods and they all begin to be consumed from the inside by the Things from outer space sort of thing. Sorry I can’t be more specific, but the wonderful thing about his books with me is they all sort of slide in and bump up against each other in my memory. I think that might be because there are so many common threads that Stephen King explores. It’s like an artist who paints and goes through a period of time where all she wants to paint are flowers, or cats, or something like that. It’s a theme that you just can’t shake, where every time you write about it once it’s finished you think to yourself, “You know, I didn’t think about this aspect of it. I think I’ll explore that some too.”

I just love it.

You’d sort of think that some supposedly spiritually minded person wouldn’t be interested in the scary stuff Stephen King writes about, but I am. He’s just a terrific writer. And, I love how his characters both bad and good are really ordinary people. I credit him with me breaking through to the psychic side. Years ago it happened. Ssomewhere I’ve already written about it, but I’ll write about it again.

I’d just quit my job because I figured that now I was officially a writer because I’d just spent 3 years writing a book. It was done. So, I was a writer. My husband was doing well enough that we could afford for me to not be bringing in a steady paycheck and I really, really wanted to have the time to write full time seeing as how I was now a writer and I didn’t want to be a secretary anymore.

Right. Instant writer’s block.

As it happened, I took a year and a half off from work. Now, I'm back again at the same job. Interestingly, the lady they hired to replace me only lasted that long. She left and I went back to the same position. That was 15 years ago and I've been there ever since.

Anyway, back to my story: Then, I caught a cold. Seeing as how I didn’t have to drag my butt to work because I didn’t work anymore I indulged myself in the sick. And, I was sick. It was the worst cold I’ve ever had in my life. This was a doozy. I slept when I could and stayed up the rest of the time. That first week I watched television until I was numb. Already sick I didn’t have a lot of energy to spend doing anything productive. It ended up that I was sleeping a whole lot during the day and awake at night. And, having the television going at night wasn’t all that great because I felt I was disturbing my husband and the family who lived downstairs.

So, it occurred to me that I would really be interested in reading. And, what I wanted to read was Stephen King.

The reason why was that a few months before I quit work I’d taken a swing by the library after work on a Friday afternoon. The idea was that I wanted a really fat book to read over the weekend. I really didn’t care what it was. I just wanted a fat book I could curl up with. So, I was moseying around the new books section and saw a copy of, “ The Stand” by Stephen King. I pulled it off the shelf and had a look at the jacket. To this point in time I had never felt inclined to read anything Stephen King wrote. I was scared to death of this guy. I would change the channel when his movies came on. Nothing had the power to move me faster than the thought of anything Stephen King. It was like riding roller coasters: I just did not do it.

But, I’m holding the fattest book you can imagine in my hands and I’m falling for it like an old bucket tumbling down into a well. I checked it out and read that book in 3 days’ time. By Monday I was done and by Monday I was an official fan of Stephen King. By the way, “The Stand” is an enormous book. It took him 12 years to write. I’ve read it 5 or 6 times since then and will probably read it as many times more in the years to come.

So, anyway, here I am a few months later facing boredom beyond belief with this horrible summer cold still hanging on. I was so totally restless, uncomfortable and noisy in bed that my husband just couldn’t get any rest. Also, I didn’t want to make him sick too, so I sort of set up camp out in the living room for the duration of my cold.

Tired of watching television it occurred to me that I could go get some Stephen King books out of the library. We didn’t have a car in those days, or at least that I remember, because I hauled my sorry, sick butt onto a city bus and tried not to breathe on people. I checked out 35 pounds of Stephen King books and read them all in a week. Then, I went back to the library to turn those in and get more. Three trips I made to the library and I read a boat load of his books during the time that I was so sick.

I overdosed on Stephen King.

The first indication I had that something odd was going on was when I began seeing, “222” everywhere. When I looked at a clock it was at 2:22. When I happened to glance at the microwave it said, “2:22” for the time or for whatever was left to nuke. While I was reading a book I’d notice page 222 as it went by. Actually, that still happens to me. It got to be spooky. What was really spooky was when I told my sister about it and she called me the next day to say she’d just been in their bank’s parking lot and she happened to glance up at the time and temperature sign to see that said 2:22 as well. Like I said, spooky.

Then, I began knowing that the phone was going to ring. Then, I began knowing who was going to be on the phone when it rang. Then, I began having really vivid dreams and those morphed into visions that I had when I wasn’t quite asleep and not quite awake.

It scared the crap out of me.

That’s when I went looking for help. I found something Colin Wilson wrote, that I think was called, “ESP”, but may have been his book, “The Occult”. In it I remember reading that it was okay to have ESP and it wasn’t really such a big deal.

That’s when the shit hit the fan and I was okay with it.

I began reading other books investigating what was happening to me and I eventually, stumbled upon Sanaya Roman and Duane Parker’s ,"Opening to Channel" when I learned how to channel.

So, that’s why I credit Stephen King with me finally opening up to my psychic nature.

Where I Learn To Speak Spanish

I happened upon a really neat television show yesterday. It was Barry Farber talking about how easy it really is to learn a language on your own. Granted, you can’t absorb things straight up through your pillow at night if you leave the book you’re studying under your pillow (like I did in the 5th grade once). But, he did break it down into bite sized chunks to make me think that I might even be able to do something with the system.

• Buy a grammar in the language. There isn’t any getting around it, but you will have to study a grammar.
  
• Buy a good dictionary.
  
• Buy a newspaper in the language you are studying.
  
• Buy a phrase book.
  
• Get some business card sized index cards
  
• Buy plastic covers for the business cards (presumably you’re going to wear them out, so that would be the reason for this one).
  
• Have pastel colored highlighters at hand.
  
• Find a person who speaks the language you’re studying so you can occasionally ask them for help with things you can’t figure out. Never leave an encounter with this person without having first gotten a new phrase from them. If you can’t find somebody like this you can call the country’s embassy or consulate and ask whoever answers the phone for help. Barry said they’d be thrilled to help you.
  

Now, you go to town. Study the grammar for 5 lessons. Next, open the newspaper and with the top story, not the one on page 15 about a subject you would be more interested in, but the first story. Highlight every word you don’t know. Write each word on one of the cards. If you’ve got a dictionary already, look up each word. If you haven’t bought your dictionary yet, take the newspaper with you into the book store and look up each word. Buy the dictionary that has these words.

Barry said you’re not actually going to be able to find each word exactly as you’ve got it in your newspaper article. That’s because the dictionary will have the infinitive form of the word and what you’ve got in the article is the word broken down. Like, in Spanish you might find the word, ‘trabajo” in the article. That means, “I work” What the dictionary is going to have is “trabajar” which means, “to work”. So, you go for the word that looks most like the one you’ve underlined.

However, he said there are some words you’re never going to find in the dictionary but which show up all over the newspaper. Like in French the word “vais”. He said the infinitive form of that word is, “aller”. I think it means, “I go” and “to go”.

What he had to say, though, that was really encouraging was that armed with even a few words in another language you can launch yourself and have a half way decent conversation with somebody. At least, you can try. As opposed to brain surgery where knowing just a little bit will get you absolutely nowhere.

I remember with German that my “GastHaus Deutsch” wasn’t half bad. Of course, I always ordered a beer and the more I drank the easier it got to talk to folks.

Anyway, I went on Amazon yesterday and bought Barry Farber’s book, “How To Learn Any Language”. The whole thing ended up being $8.96 including shipping and handling. Not bad.

What’s going to be great for me is the guides will help me with it. I’m looking forward to that. By the way, the language I’m trying to learn is Spanish. I’ve made a blog for it: Learn Spanish With Me. It’s where I pick a word and create a sentence using that word. The whole thing gets translated into Spanish. But, it’s the stuff that interests me, the things that are in my life, the words I would use anyway to talk to somebody. Not the stuff in somebody else’s book.

Saturday

These are the flowers my husband brought home for me today. He is so sweet. It was a just-because bouquet.

Today went well as far as me getting things done. I got my hair all hennaed, which is something I've been wanting to do for almost a month. It looks pretty good. Much better than any other hair coloring product I've ever used.

And, I repotted some Bachelor Button flowers into 4 small pots I've got out on the patio. I'd started the seeds in an egg flat a couple of weeks ago. I hope they do okay. I'm not generally known for my green thumb.

And, I did a ton of ironing this morning. There was a pile of clothes that I'd been meaning to get at for 3 weeks. So, that's done too. Now, for the rest of the weekend I can do "fun" stuff.

Something I would really like to get at is the index of my book. Also, I'd like to get another 2 articles written for my June newsletter. I'm sure I'll come up with more things as the days go by.

Technorati

Well, I'm signing up again for Technorati. Face it, I'm a total ditz about what to do to get traffic in here. But, this seems to be important, so all morning I've been listing my blogs in different directories. This one was listed with the OLD Name...blogspot style. So, instead of just updating it I had to delete the one and add the new one. We'll see.

Technorati Profile

How to Make an Index

My husband and I are writers. But, neither of us have had very much experience with making an index. Right now I’ve been stuck fixing up my own index which was formed automatically in Word. I picked the words I wanted indexed and Word did the rest of it. Now, I’m culling through the mess/results adding and subtracting to get it to where I’m okay with it. Then, I will publish…self publish that is. Me? Find a publisher to do it for me? The old fashioned way? What do you think…that I’m psychic? Right. Anyway, enough rejection letters behind you tacked on the wall and even you might consider self publishing. I’m going through LuLu.com But, not until I’ve got the ding-donged index done.

What DeeDude told me yesterday was that he knows this lady who would charge $1,200 to do an index. She said she knew somebody else who charges $1,800 to proof the book and do an index. The going rate for creating an index is evidently anywhere from $1,200 to $2,000. Sheeesh. But, she said he should just do it himself. The old fashioned way. The way she does it. With index cards. A through Z. She said that's why they call them index cards.

That’s right. That’s the secret. Sounds like hard work, but it sounds a whole lot more inviting when you figure you’d be shelling out $1,200 to have somebody else do it for you.

Just suck it up and do it yourself.

Twing, Twang, Twonginginging

One of the things that was a part of my life up until recent years was the idea that I not express my opinion too loudly. I remember when someone actually did ask my opinion about something when I was in my late teens I didn’t know what to say. I remember wondering what it was that I was supposed to say.

I don’t know if this all came about because of how I was raised or the age I was raised in, or perhaps, it is a combination of both. In recent years I have begun to find my own voice and my own courage. Expressing myself in the venue of my blogs and website on the internet was just what I needed.

In my job where I spend the requisite 40 hours a week I have duties I attend to. I do them in what I see as a professional manner. I am not stilted in my manner, but neither do I have an old hippy manner about me. I’m sort of in-between. I do know I make people laugh, which is certainly not a requirement that I be a stand up comedian secretary, but it takes the edge off the day sometimes. But, I have to admit that I am not totally myself there. They don’t know me as a psychic and I don’t channel for them. Those parts of me are unobtrusive. Perhaps the training I had as a child and teenager has stood me in good stead after all.

I am very grateful to be able to let my hair down here. I don’t know that anybody else will read this. I don’t know that they care. But, I hope that I might strike a chord with somebody occasionally with what I write. That twanging they hear as I write my thoughts echoes their own, makes them think and maybe helps them as this writing helps me.

A way to express myself.

Stamps went up Today

Next time you get postage buy a Forever stamp. I’m not kidding. It’ll be 41¢ same as any other first class postage stamp, but it doesn’t have the denomination on it. Just the words, “Forever”. Then, if you still have some the next time there is a rate increase just keep on using them because the stamps will be okay then too. About time they did something like this. I never seem to be able to find all the smaller denomination stamps from the last increase when I need them.

Crab Cakes

I just made crab cakes using a recipe from Dennis’ father, Pete Evanosky. I had to follow him around the kitchen and write down what he was doing because he had never put it on paper. So, here’s what I did with ¾ of a pound of crab meat this morning.

Make bread crumbs out of 4 slices of bread. I used the food processor. Then, sauté up a diced onion and 2 slices of celery. I tossed the veggies into the food processor to make quick work of the dice. It ended up as more a mush than a dice, but I think that will be fine. Pete originally used half a green pepper, but I didn’t have that so we’re using celery instead. I let that cool and then mixed in a tablespoon of Old Bay Seasoning. Then, I mixed it with the breadcrumbs.

I beat up 2 eggs and mixed that in and added 2 tablespoons of mayonnaise. Finally, I mixed in the ¾ of a pound of crab meat. The original recipe calls for one pound of crab meat and 6 slices of bread, so I had to adjust the quantities. It’s in the refrigerator right now chilling for a couple of hours. I’ll make up little patties, coat them with corn flake crumbs, dot with butter and bake in a 325 degree oven for half and hour to 45 minutes.

I appologize for how dark this picture is. I imagine it must have been taken 45 years ago. It's the only one we have of DeeDude's dad and interestingly enough I found it on the internet. It was part of a collection of one of DeeDude's long lost cousins. And, doubly unfortunately, I can't find the link anymore. Maybe if they were to see it they'd contact us.

Blink, Blink...I can't see.

Well, that was really interesting. I was awake very early this morning and farted around on the internet for an hour or so. Then, at 4:30 am I was ready to go back to bed for awhile. At 7:30 I awakened and I couldn't get my right eye to focus. At first I thought the lens might have fallen out of my glasses and I reached up to make sure that had not happened. Everything was just real blurry. I thought maybe somehow I was looking out of the wrong part of the glasses. I have tri-focals, so to see close up you use one part, to drive you use another and for the computer there is still a third area to use. I moved that lens all around. No good. Still blurry.

Frightened, I just went back to bed. Good way to handle stuff, right? Anyway, I dozed off for an hour or so and when I awakened again I opened my eyes to see if there had been any improvement. Well, without my glasses I can't see crap, so that didn't prove anything. Then, I just rubbed the crap out of my eyes, put my glasses on to see if everything was okay and it was. I could see again.

That has never happened to me. I'm still wondering about it. Could it be in any way related to the kidney stone I think I've got and are my kidneys failing and affecting my eyes? Yeah, right, like I should have called the doctor. But, I'm into self medicating and I took an old expired (not too old, so I'm hoping it is still working) Tyelenol with codeine that I had left over from my last stone and went back to bed for the afternoon.

My side still hurts, but I'm looking at a full glass of water that's going to go down the hatch in about 10 seconds. We want Niagra Falls here. That's what's going to get rid of a stone.

Finding the Deep River Within

I have had a pain in my side all week. It is still there. I think it is a kidney stone. Today I don’t plan on doing much of note. Except, drink a lot of water. And, I can iron. And, make us dinner eventually.

I’m reading a new book. It’s, “Finding the Deep River Within” by Abby Seixas. I’ve only just started it, but already I’m pissed off. They are talking as if all women have children and having children, husband and job is what stresses them. They have not taken into account, at least yet anyway, those women who have worked all their *** lives and don’t have children. By the way somebody wished me a happy mother’s day yesterday. I smiled and said, “Thank you.”…not like last year when I snarled at the guy over the phone and said, “I don’t have any children.”…I vowed to be nicer this year…and I was.

But, having already hit sore spots with me I figure I’m probably going to be finding real useful stuff with this book. The sub title of the book is, “A Woman’s Guide to Recovering Balance and Meaning in Everyday Life”. That works for me. If I finish enough of it and feel enthused enough I’ll write a review of it and put it on my I Read Books Blog. For now, it is just a part of my life that I’d like to talk about.

Stuff

I applied at PayPerPost for another of my blogs, Where The Psychic Vents. Unfortunately, I did not meet their criteria of having a minimum of 20 posts in 90 days. So, I’m busy making posts over there. Originally, I’d created the blog as a place where I could go kick the kitchen cabinets when I didn’t feel like acting civilized, but it’s sort of evolving into a blog where I am just really letting my hair down.

On another note, I’m reading a book called, “Blessings” by Anna Quindlen. I’m closing in on the end and I’ve got to say that this is going to rank up there with some of the better books I’ve read lately. When I’m finished I’ll do a review of the book at my other blog, Where I Read Books. Dang, but this is a terrific book.

Once Upon a Time

There is probably something very statistical about how many times a person needs to be looking at an advertisement or information of some sort before they actually bite. I use myself as an example. Anyway, I think it’s a lot of times.

So, part of your job, then, is to get into people’s faces as often as possible if what you are doing is trying to sell them on something.

I ask myself, “What am I trying to sell?” I think it is peace of mind. Also, there is an adjunct to that which is to create some money. More than money. An income. At least, to pay the rent and take care of some of the expenses. There. Narrowed that sucker down.

Okay. So, let’s talk about the peace of mind aspect. Turmoil, for me anyway, used to come from all sorts of directions. I was unsure of my place in the universe. How’s that for a big one to worry about? But, the clincher on that was also a feeling that if I wasn’t doing “It” right I could end up in hell. So, that was a worry. Then there were the everyday, always with me worries: like I was very shy and unsure of myself in regards to practically everything I did.

Maturity, in part, contributed to the sense of peace that I have now. However, there was that time when a rather large chunk of it fell into my lap all at once. It dates to my early days of channeling. Granted, some of the stuff I was channeling was way weird and off the wall and now I would relegate it to the Beginner’s Channeling category. But, the sense of peace of mind I got in those days has persisted.

Basically, God does exist, but he or she really doesn’t care two twits about what you do. You’re responsible for your own life. So, if you go off half cocked and hurt others it’s all going to come back to bite you in the butt later on, either in this life or in another. Live your life in the moment. The worries are all of your own invention. It is possible to live a life of interest, of caring and of peace if you engineer it so.

I live by example. I guess that’s what my blogs are about. It’s me up front and in your face. A lot. Do you guys want to say something?

Yes.

Okay.

Are you done?

No, but I’ll be quiet.

Then, we will begin. Our blessings this fine morning, though by the time many will read these words it will no longer be morning. As with stories penned 200 years ago the reader is expected to “be” with the writer in the story that is penned upon the page. You do it all the time. You know you are going to read a story. You prepare to be transported and you willingly do so. Hence, to imagine yourself walking among those who wear long dresses and drive about in carriages pulled by horses is not an incredible stretch of the imagination. If it is a moving story you might also shed a tear or two for the heroine who strives to understand the love she feels for the hero to be.

Reading now imagine yourself in the future. This is after you have passed on and is, in fact, 200 years in the future. Once upon a time. What might your life be like 200 years from now? What would you hope your life might be like?

Imagine you are the author. Imagine you write a story where there are no rules. Not many, anyway. Just imagine what could your life be like 200 years in the future?

Start with your sex. Are you male or are you female? How old are you? What do you look like? Allow the images to swirl about and come together in your head.

What is the number one thing you want to accomplish as this person 200 years in the future? How successful at it are you? How thwarted by others are you? Are you able to achieve your objectives easily or is it a struggle?

This is your day dream. It doesn’t have to be one way or another. Think how connected that person 200 years from now is to you in the present. What in that person can be traced to you? Much as a family tree will show freckles and red hair to move through the generations, so too, will you see cause and effect through your own lifetimes.

Be at peace and look at that person in the future. Are they as unsure of things as you are now? Or, are they more sure of themselves? Do they have a family? Do they have children? Ask these questions of yourself. You need not see 3 children with that person in the future. You might only have a sense of a family. It is enough.

Just a glimpse into the far distant future for you.