Red Hair

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

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

Ah…

Well, it was nice thinking of it.

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

But, I am still a psychic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Moving Along

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Three Crowns

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

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

Quitting ---- Again?

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

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

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

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

Ahhahahah.

Right, let’s get back on topic here.

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

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

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

Okay. Quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happiness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What do you think?