A name like the one in the title should be a dead giveaway that you may not be dealing with a scrupulous clairvoyant. Think so?
I think so. Approach with Caution is the message conveyed here. It's a good idea though, to approach anyone who deals in the supernatural - or says they do - with extreme caution. And I would not exclude organized religion from this group. I lived in fear for years thinking my non-Catholic mom was going to hell because she refused to convert - according to my Catholic church. If I believed in Hell (which I do, but not the red-hot-burning-fires of demons and pitchforks that they parade around Sunday schools) I would also believe that people who tell little children these things to frighten them, are all going to be wiggling on the ends pitchforks in some firey place one day.
God is love. According to Drew - it is a love so pure and real that we have no words for it on earth. And can you imagine this God firing up the furnaces and throwing his children onto a red-hot pit of coals? What nonsense!
But I digress. Just be careful of people who set themselves up as authorities on the subject of all things spiritual and "psychic." Have all your antennae switched to "on".
But they too are "Teachers." Some good, some bad, some memorable and some - not so much... Just like the ones we had at school.The thing is, although we all have these Extra-Sensory-Perception gifts to some degree or another, there are those who have honed them to a fine art and will do a lot of good with their abilities, but there are those who will not.
As you can imagine, it's a very easy field to exploit and one of the saddest and most treacherous ways on earth to exploit people who consult them in good faith. But some will use this medium to do just that.
Their audiences are sitting ducks. Usually grieving people or people desperately looking for answers from somewhere outside of themselves - and their known universe. It's very easy to tell these people exactly what they want to hear. And you do that by being very good at reading people and all the signals we give off. And they make a lot of money doing it.
The first psychic medium I ever consulted became a good friend over the years. She was highly intuitive, gentle and deadly accurate. She told me on my very first visit that my husband Walt was "making a soul decision about whether to stay or to leave."
My initial reaction was "What Nonsense!" The first one of these bozos I consult is a whack job! I'm outta here! I wouldn't be surprised if some pissed-off angel is waiting to smite me when I step outside! I'm going to burn in hell for plain stupidity!
But I stayed and listened to this woman, in a tiny adobe house in the red rock canyons of Arizona - a Navajo woman with a degree in music displayed on an ancient piano pushed back against a bumpy wall.
Walt died of a massive heart attack ten days later. Nobody saw it coming. He never knew about my visit to the psychic.
And then there was Madame Stella D'Oro in NYC who I went to see on a whim while strolling the sidewalks of New York one day.Terrible idea. She started by giving me some dire warnings about my life and everyone else's (involving suicides and terrible illness and huge money losses and - floods and earthquakes - and ended the conversation (when she saw she was losing me) by saying she would tell me the rest of the story for another $350.
Yup. Proceed with caution.
But don't write them all off. The discipline of intutive study is real, and in the right hands it can open many, many doors. It can comfort and cleanse and soothe.There are some very good people who practice this spiritual way of life, incorporating it into their everyday lives and sharing it with others. You will almost never find any of them trying to convert anyone else or trying to convince someone that there's is the "only way." They have no need to do that. They allow people to walk their own truths. They are some of the most genuine worthwhile people you will ever meet.
A Shaft of Light
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Bright Star
Drew died in Colorado. A few days later when I spoke at a memorial gathering of his friends and co-workers I told them this:
"If I had been born Arapaho or Lakota or Cheyenne, I would have been very comfortable with the idea that one day, a very bright star looked down from heaven, his eyes glittered, he beamed and decided to come down for a visit. He came to have fun and to bring fun into all the lives he would touch. To kick the planet up a notch, to make it shine a little brighter and to love a little stronger."
As with all stars as hot and as bright as this one, they burn out quickly.The light around them dims as it gets further and further away from us but closer and closer to heaven where it explodes in a firey shower of love and laughter.
And I hear Drew saying through his light and laughter as it trickles back to earth, "It was fun! Gotta Go! Have Fun!" .
"If I had been born Arapaho or Lakota or Cheyenne, I would have been very comfortable with the idea that one day, a very bright star looked down from heaven, his eyes glittered, he beamed and decided to come down for a visit. He came to have fun and to bring fun into all the lives he would touch. To kick the planet up a notch, to make it shine a little brighter and to love a little stronger."
As with all stars as hot and as bright as this one, they burn out quickly.The light around them dims as it gets further and further away from us but closer and closer to heaven where it explodes in a firey shower of love and laughter.
And I hear Drew saying through his light and laughter as it trickles back to earth, "It was fun! Gotta Go! Have Fun!" .
Thursday, March 24, 2011
A Box of Chocolates
When you have kids you never know what you're going to get. And how can you? You've got a man and a woman deciding to create a brand new person for starters. (This thought in itself is fraught with unknowns.)They are two very different sexes. Couldn't do it otherwise I don't think. But who knows these days... They come from different backgrounds, different circumstances and different points of view. Why on earth would we think we'll get or beget (if you want to get biblical about this) people that are just like us. When we're not even like each other! Doesn't happen. With this many genes humming around absolutely anything can show up. Oh one may have his father's eyes, but another may have eyes no one on either side has ever seen before. Hey... don't go staring at the mailman's eyes just yet. Remember, blue and brown make purple. That doesn't sound right but, a light shade of purple?? Elizabeth Taylor's much touted violet peepers? It's possible. Green and brown make hazel. And so on.
As Forest Gump said "Life is just a box of chocolates - you never know what you're going to get."
Take my youngest son. I know for a fact that neither his dad or I would ever (not in a million years) think of jumping out of an airplane. He did. Called me from the Moab Desert, laughing and babbling that he'd just gone sky-diving - it was great! Fabulous! Sweeeet! "Didn't think I should tell you about it until I landed!" Good thinking, Drew. And Walt needn't worry about the mailman. Uh uh. Not the sky-diving type. We also got pictures of Drew four wheeling through the red-rock canyons of Colorado, kicking up dust, sliding on two wheels. And another interesting one of him perched on an overhanging outcropp of Rocky Mountain, approximately 5,000 ft above the desert floor.Which is 5,000ft above sea level. Nothing between him (the can of beer in his hand) and the ground, except blue sky. This kid lived his whole life on the edge.
At seventeen, he jumped off the London subway one station too soon, leaving his dad and I screaming through the closed window, mouthing at him to catch the next train we'll meet you at the next stop!!! We hadn't a clue where were underneath this vast city, but somehow he did what he was supposed to and showed up at the next station. Same thing in NYC - only this time we didn't see him for two hours - he'd taken a trip to the Bronx and back.
He came in one night (2 in the morning actually) INCENSED! He'd been given a ticket. What happened, Drew - weary, bleary-eyed parental inquiry. "Well there was this guy - going so slow that if he'd slowed down anymore I swear his car would have died. Cop car! So I finally got sick of it and overtook him and he pulled me over madder 'n' hell, and ticketed me! For nothing! What's that about??" I'll tell you "what that's about." Twisty mountain roads in the Blue Ridge mountains of Virginia, Drew's wearing dark glasses - and his earring - and a goatee... Of course he pulled him over! "What were you thinking???"
At sixteen he and three buddies (whose parents are also wondering about heritage issues) went mudding on a builders lot with their brand new learner's licenses. One of them got stuck in the mud. Why not. So, another of them tried to pull him out and - got stuck in the mud.
Drew to the rescue. Attaches one of the stuck cars to his tail gate, revs the truck, spins out throwing mud twenty feet in the air and loses both his bumper and his tailgate. Buried in the mud. No problem. There's a crane standing around doing nothing so one of them climbs into the cab and starts it up. Somehow both stuck cars and Drew's wrecked truck got home.
At times like this you think - no you don't - you can't think and speech fails you as you stare at your teenager dripping mud all over the kitchen floor. All you can do is pray - and thank God he's still alive and try not to kill him before the prayer finds it's way upstairs.
So you see, you just don't know what you're going to get when you get into this birthing process. It seems as though Walt and I spent our lives trying to keep Drew alive. Sometimes you can, and sometimes you can't. Because in the end this child of ours is his own person. With his own mind and a set of genes we've never heard of. He is also the kindest, least judgemental person I have ever met. And James Dean good-looking.
And look what happened to him...
It's all about the blueprint we bring into this world with us. A blueprint for all the lessons we've decided to learn in this lifetime.
Bright stars are aligning for tomorrow's blog.
As Forest Gump said "Life is just a box of chocolates - you never know what you're going to get."
Take my youngest son. I know for a fact that neither his dad or I would ever (not in a million years) think of jumping out of an airplane. He did. Called me from the Moab Desert, laughing and babbling that he'd just gone sky-diving - it was great! Fabulous! Sweeeet! "Didn't think I should tell you about it until I landed!" Good thinking, Drew. And Walt needn't worry about the mailman. Uh uh. Not the sky-diving type. We also got pictures of Drew four wheeling through the red-rock canyons of Colorado, kicking up dust, sliding on two wheels. And another interesting one of him perched on an overhanging outcropp of Rocky Mountain, approximately 5,000 ft above the desert floor.Which is 5,000ft above sea level. Nothing between him (the can of beer in his hand) and the ground, except blue sky. This kid lived his whole life on the edge.
At seventeen, he jumped off the London subway one station too soon, leaving his dad and I screaming through the closed window, mouthing at him to catch the next train we'll meet you at the next stop!!! We hadn't a clue where were underneath this vast city, but somehow he did what he was supposed to and showed up at the next station. Same thing in NYC - only this time we didn't see him for two hours - he'd taken a trip to the Bronx and back.
He came in one night (2 in the morning actually) INCENSED! He'd been given a ticket. What happened, Drew - weary, bleary-eyed parental inquiry. "Well there was this guy - going so slow that if he'd slowed down anymore I swear his car would have died. Cop car! So I finally got sick of it and overtook him and he pulled me over madder 'n' hell, and ticketed me! For nothing! What's that about??" I'll tell you "what that's about." Twisty mountain roads in the Blue Ridge mountains of Virginia, Drew's wearing dark glasses - and his earring - and a goatee... Of course he pulled him over! "What were you thinking???"
At sixteen he and three buddies (whose parents are also wondering about heritage issues) went mudding on a builders lot with their brand new learner's licenses. One of them got stuck in the mud. Why not. So, another of them tried to pull him out and - got stuck in the mud.
Drew to the rescue. Attaches one of the stuck cars to his tail gate, revs the truck, spins out throwing mud twenty feet in the air and loses both his bumper and his tailgate. Buried in the mud. No problem. There's a crane standing around doing nothing so one of them climbs into the cab and starts it up. Somehow both stuck cars and Drew's wrecked truck got home.
At times like this you think - no you don't - you can't think and speech fails you as you stare at your teenager dripping mud all over the kitchen floor. All you can do is pray - and thank God he's still alive and try not to kill him before the prayer finds it's way upstairs.
So you see, you just don't know what you're going to get when you get into this birthing process. It seems as though Walt and I spent our lives trying to keep Drew alive. Sometimes you can, and sometimes you can't. Because in the end this child of ours is his own person. With his own mind and a set of genes we've never heard of. He is also the kindest, least judgemental person I have ever met. And James Dean good-looking.
And look what happened to him...
It's all about the blueprint we bring into this world with us. A blueprint for all the lessons we've decided to learn in this lifetime.
Bright stars are aligning for tomorrow's blog.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
The Cost of Loving
There have been times over the last two years when I've thought that the cost of loving is just too high. You love someone with all your heart and soul, there is nothing you wouldn't do for that person. No transgression is too great to forgive. Your put your own needs aside to be there when you are needed. No problems that come up are too big for you to fix.
And you do all this with love, and for love and the light that comes into your life when that someone you love walks in.
Then everything changes. It's late at night when the earth shifts. The ground you were standing on five minuters before you got that call from a distant hospital has disappeared from under your feet. There's been an accident - a sudden illness - something unthinkable has happened...
You race through the darkness, and when you arrive, bright, harsh light, slick white hallways assault your senses. Hushed voices are saying saying things like, "injury", unconsciouss" "non-responsive." What are the talking about? Words floating through the antiseptic air ... clinical coldness.
You look at the figure lying on the slightly raised hospital bed. How many times have you heard, "He looked as though he was asleep." At first. But he's not asleep. He's not there. You're looking at the shell of someone who lived inside it a few hours ago. He's not there. Try as you might, you can't feel him there.
And then slowly you become aware that he's gone.
Coma.
This is a problem you can't fix. This is a problem too great for you to fix.
More words... Brain waves - his brain waves tip the lowest end of their medical scale. Irrecoverable...
No one has ever done a brain transplant - have they? They can take yours if it will bring him back...
And the full meaning of loving someone unconditionally is clear. You would give your life for his - if you could. There would be no question.
*****
Much, much later, sometimes months or years later, it will occur to you that indeed to love this way is worth all the risk, the pain and the ultimate loss. It surrounded Drew all his life. What greater gift to him - and to me for being able to love so totally.
In the end - love is all there is.
And you do all this with love, and for love and the light that comes into your life when that someone you love walks in.
Then everything changes. It's late at night when the earth shifts. The ground you were standing on five minuters before you got that call from a distant hospital has disappeared from under your feet. There's been an accident - a sudden illness - something unthinkable has happened...
You race through the darkness, and when you arrive, bright, harsh light, slick white hallways assault your senses. Hushed voices are saying saying things like, "injury", unconsciouss" "non-responsive." What are the talking about? Words floating through the antiseptic air ... clinical coldness.
You look at the figure lying on the slightly raised hospital bed. How many times have you heard, "He looked as though he was asleep." At first. But he's not asleep. He's not there. You're looking at the shell of someone who lived inside it a few hours ago. He's not there. Try as you might, you can't feel him there.
And then slowly you become aware that he's gone.
Coma.
This is a problem you can't fix. This is a problem too great for you to fix.
More words... Brain waves - his brain waves tip the lowest end of their medical scale. Irrecoverable...
No one has ever done a brain transplant - have they? They can take yours if it will bring him back...
And the full meaning of loving someone unconditionally is clear. You would give your life for his - if you could. There would be no question.
*****
Much, much later, sometimes months or years later, it will occur to you that indeed to love this way is worth all the risk, the pain and the ultimate loss. It surrounded Drew all his life. What greater gift to him - and to me for being able to love so totally.
In the end - love is all there is.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Animal Spirits
I spoke to a psychic medium four or five months ago - one I had waited six months to get an appointment with.
I don't usually talk to psychics because you never know what you're getting. But this one had a radio show, TV show, all the trimmings and came highly recommended so I decided to shell out a lot of $s and talk to the guy. He was overall very good. Brought in Drew right away, anticipated all my questions before I had a chance to ask them and then said, "Did you have a dog that has recently passed?" Yes I did. And then I thought Ha! There's a 50-50 chance someone my age is going to have a dog that's recently passed! Phoney! Don't try and pull the wool over my eyes! I'm on to you, fella.
"He's with Drew and he's letting me know that you did exactly the right thing. You had no choice but to put him down. It was the right thing and he's very happy."
Now, supposing he had been talking to someone who's dog was a "she" and had been hit by a car or died a natural, easy death... this remark of his would have caused a lot of unecessary upset.
But my dog, Ranger was a "he" and I had put him down following a lot of anxiety and soul searching - well, you know how that is if you've ever put an animal down, it's awful.
Not bad. Not a phoney. But be careful with these guys.
Talking to Drew early one morning, the air was suddenly filled with the scent of tall, dry grass. I could feel a light breeze fluttering through red acacias. It was warm and sunlight flooded the vision. There was Drew, in just a pair of khaki shorts leaning against a tree and lying beside him, with his head on Drew's lap, was a full grown black-maned lion. It was purring.
"I love sitting with the animals in the early morning - waking up with them," Drew said. "They're especially warm and loving when they're waking up." He stroked the lion's head. "We can understand each other perfectly over here. He's teaching me how to run and spring the way he does." He laughed, "He wants to learn how to fly."
Drew made several trips to South Africa with Walt and I. He felt at home from the moment we got there and all he wanted to do was to go back one day and run his own hotel.
Last year I made a trip to Johannesburg and took some of his ashes with me. I scattered them under the roses at my childhood home and asked the ancient spirits of Africa to love my son.
See you soon.
I don't usually talk to psychics because you never know what you're getting. But this one had a radio show, TV show, all the trimmings and came highly recommended so I decided to shell out a lot of $s and talk to the guy. He was overall very good. Brought in Drew right away, anticipated all my questions before I had a chance to ask them and then said, "Did you have a dog that has recently passed?" Yes I did. And then I thought Ha! There's a 50-50 chance someone my age is going to have a dog that's recently passed! Phoney! Don't try and pull the wool over my eyes! I'm on to you, fella.
"He's with Drew and he's letting me know that you did exactly the right thing. You had no choice but to put him down. It was the right thing and he's very happy."
Now, supposing he had been talking to someone who's dog was a "she" and had been hit by a car or died a natural, easy death... this remark of his would have caused a lot of unecessary upset.
But my dog, Ranger was a "he" and I had put him down following a lot of anxiety and soul searching - well, you know how that is if you've ever put an animal down, it's awful.
Not bad. Not a phoney. But be careful with these guys.
Talking to Drew early one morning, the air was suddenly filled with the scent of tall, dry grass. I could feel a light breeze fluttering through red acacias. It was warm and sunlight flooded the vision. There was Drew, in just a pair of khaki shorts leaning against a tree and lying beside him, with his head on Drew's lap, was a full grown black-maned lion. It was purring.
"I love sitting with the animals in the early morning - waking up with them," Drew said. "They're especially warm and loving when they're waking up." He stroked the lion's head. "We can understand each other perfectly over here. He's teaching me how to run and spring the way he does." He laughed, "He wants to learn how to fly."
Drew made several trips to South Africa with Walt and I. He felt at home from the moment we got there and all he wanted to do was to go back one day and run his own hotel.
Last year I made a trip to Johannesburg and took some of his ashes with me. I scattered them under the roses at my childhood home and asked the ancient spirits of Africa to love my son.
See you soon.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Kitty Power
The title may mislead you into thinking I'm a cat-person. Cat Woman I am not. But one day about six and a half years ago this little cat strolled in - from where I don't know. She found us somehow and decided this was where she wanted to live. In the beginning she was almost ferral. (although we discovered that she was litter-trained) I think she had been fending for herself in the woods for sometime. But my son Drew began feeding her and within days she moved in and set up her domain. The dog was never the same again but being a dog and totally unable to fend for himself, he had no option but to stay and be ruled by the invader.
We named her Miss Kitty because I had no idea what to call a cat. I think she likes the name.
Have you ever noticed how intuitive these animals are? They're just plain "psychic"! When I'm looking for her to take her to the vet, to admisnister anti-flea stuff etc...she can't be found. In fact all I have to do is think flea meds and she begins avoiding me. But at dinner time she's waiting by her bowl.
The night my husband died she jumped up on to my bed and lay beside me purring all night long. Something she had never done before.There's no more comforting sound on earth than a cat's purr. She still sleeps there. And during those unhappy days when sudden memories assailed me, and grief threatened to overwhelm me, Miss Kitty would appear out of nowhere to be with me. It was uncanny. One day I was standing on the deck looking out at the lake when suddenly the tears began to flow. Then through the watery downpour I caught a glimpse of Miss Kitty tearing out of the woods, scampering up the steps to where I stood. She began winding in and out of my legs purring until I bent down and picked her up. This cat has witch power!
I dreamed of her one night. I was visiting friends half way across the world when one of those dreams that aren't really dreams flashed through my jet-lagged state.
I was back at home in the dream, walking through the house looking for the cat who was nowhere to be found. Of course. I could feel the person walking around was me, but I wasn't solid . I was very light and see-through. Then I saw her waiting at the cat-cookie station (place where she waits for treats). She was also see-through and she began winding through my legs as I said, "There you are! I've missed you..." I picked her up in my weird looking see-through arms and hugged her. Then I lay down beside her on the kitchen floor and wrapped myself around her, so glad to see her... and I woke up.
What was that!
Soul or Astral travel. That's what. One soul can call out to another in times of stress or need and the other will respond. Was Miss Kitty actually missing me? I think so. And my soul paid her a little visit leaving the physical me tossing and turning half way across the world.
How cool is that!
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We named her Miss Kitty because I had no idea what to call a cat. I think she likes the name.
Have you ever noticed how intuitive these animals are? They're just plain "psychic"! When I'm looking for her to take her to the vet, to admisnister anti-flea stuff etc...she can't be found. In fact all I have to do is think flea meds and she begins avoiding me. But at dinner time she's waiting by her bowl.
The night my husband died she jumped up on to my bed and lay beside me purring all night long. Something she had never done before.There's no more comforting sound on earth than a cat's purr. She still sleeps there. And during those unhappy days when sudden memories assailed me, and grief threatened to overwhelm me, Miss Kitty would appear out of nowhere to be with me. It was uncanny. One day I was standing on the deck looking out at the lake when suddenly the tears began to flow. Then through the watery downpour I caught a glimpse of Miss Kitty tearing out of the woods, scampering up the steps to where I stood. She began winding in and out of my legs purring until I bent down and picked her up. This cat has witch power!
I dreamed of her one night. I was visiting friends half way across the world when one of those dreams that aren't really dreams flashed through my jet-lagged state.
I was back at home in the dream, walking through the house looking for the cat who was nowhere to be found. Of course. I could feel the person walking around was me, but I wasn't solid . I was very light and see-through. Then I saw her waiting at the cat-cookie station (place where she waits for treats). She was also see-through and she began winding through my legs as I said, "There you are! I've missed you..." I picked her up in my weird looking see-through arms and hugged her. Then I lay down beside her on the kitchen floor and wrapped myself around her, so glad to see her... and I woke up.
What was that!
Soul or Astral travel. That's what. One soul can call out to another in times of stress or need and the other will respond. Was Miss Kitty actually missing me? I think so. And my soul paid her a little visit leaving the physical me tossing and turning half way across the world.
How cool is that!
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Monday, March 14, 2011
Between Waking and Sleeping
Besides the 3:00 a.m. phenomenon, there are two other windows or portals that open silently when our conscious self is otherwise occupied - sleeping.
It happens in those moments between waking and sleeping. One of them happens when you're rising slowly from the deep delta level of sleep, through the lighter layers of consciousness towards the dawn or waking state. The other happens during those moments when you're falling, tumbling gently into that cozy cradle of sleep.
At these times you're in a state of total relaxation. Your limbs aren't ready to move, fingers don't want to twitch and eyelids - well, who knows what eyelids are doing - but they're not opening. Not yet.
Instead, images of unknown faces or scenes or landscapes may scamper behind your closed lids, tweaking your beta conscious ever so minutely. You're scantily aware that you don't know these guys. Who are these people? What are they doing here?And what are they saying?
Some call these 'flash dreams'. I believe they are spirits, or perhaps your own memories of people you once knew either from The Other Side or from another life. Maybe even from sometime in the future of this incarnation. Sometimes they bring messages.
The principle is the same. When the physical you is totally relaxed and untroubled, when it has dumped the worries of the day or not yet let them in to bother the new day, you are mentally in the same state as deep meditation - that removes all obstacles to the magic that's out there.
Your spirit can move around freely. It hums around making easy contact with other other souls on earth and travelling to places it wants to show you, in or outside of the third dimension. It is afterall, an inter-dimensional being. And gets around without having to lug suitcases and cross borders armed by grim looking immigrations types.
During this time between waking and sleeping you'll find you have the sharpest "dreams". Even if it's just a momentary flash of a dream, you'll wake up thinking "What Was That!"
An acquaintance of mine lost his wife some years ago. They weren't close friends of mine and although her death was a surprise there were none of the deep feelings of loss that occur when someone near to you passes. In fact about a week before, a mutual friend just happened to mention it and I didn't dwell on it in the days that followed.
Then one night just before I fell sound asleep one of these 'flashes' happened. There she was, the woman who had died, standing right in the middle of my dream. There was a misty sort of hillside behind her with a large barn perched on the crest. She stood in a sort of meadow-like setting with long grasses and I think, small wild flowers. She looked exactly as she had before she became ill. (The last time I'd seen her, chemo had robbed her of her youth, her hair and distorted her features, puffed up her face and and changed the color of her skin.) And then she spoke.
She wanted me to know that "This life is just a rehearsal for the next." That was all.
I was so surprised that I jumped up and wrote it down on a slip of paper so I wouldn't forget it.
Would I ever see her husband again? And if I did would I tell him that I had seen her - alive and well?
Many weeks later I did tell him - took the chance that he might think I was a nut job - because I think I was supposed to let him know.
Grief sets up an almost impenetrable barrier to the spirit who so desperately wants you to know that they're more alive than they've ever been. They try and try to break through but the sadness around you is just too heavy, making our already dense vibration even harder to approach. This is why they will try other routes - such as someone who you know (in all likelyhood) who they can get through to, and who will pass on the message.
Until the next "flash" - Take care! And pass on any messages that drift through the ethers.
Adios.
It happens in those moments between waking and sleeping. One of them happens when you're rising slowly from the deep delta level of sleep, through the lighter layers of consciousness towards the dawn or waking state. The other happens during those moments when you're falling, tumbling gently into that cozy cradle of sleep.
At these times you're in a state of total relaxation. Your limbs aren't ready to move, fingers don't want to twitch and eyelids - well, who knows what eyelids are doing - but they're not opening. Not yet.
Instead, images of unknown faces or scenes or landscapes may scamper behind your closed lids, tweaking your beta conscious ever so minutely. You're scantily aware that you don't know these guys. Who are these people? What are they doing here?And what are they saying?
Some call these 'flash dreams'. I believe they are spirits, or perhaps your own memories of people you once knew either from The Other Side or from another life. Maybe even from sometime in the future of this incarnation. Sometimes they bring messages.
The principle is the same. When the physical you is totally relaxed and untroubled, when it has dumped the worries of the day or not yet let them in to bother the new day, you are mentally in the same state as deep meditation - that removes all obstacles to the magic that's out there.
Your spirit can move around freely. It hums around making easy contact with other other souls on earth and travelling to places it wants to show you, in or outside of the third dimension. It is afterall, an inter-dimensional being. And gets around without having to lug suitcases and cross borders armed by grim looking immigrations types.
During this time between waking and sleeping you'll find you have the sharpest "dreams". Even if it's just a momentary flash of a dream, you'll wake up thinking "What Was That!"
An acquaintance of mine lost his wife some years ago. They weren't close friends of mine and although her death was a surprise there were none of the deep feelings of loss that occur when someone near to you passes. In fact about a week before, a mutual friend just happened to mention it and I didn't dwell on it in the days that followed.
Then one night just before I fell sound asleep one of these 'flashes' happened. There she was, the woman who had died, standing right in the middle of my dream. There was a misty sort of hillside behind her with a large barn perched on the crest. She stood in a sort of meadow-like setting with long grasses and I think, small wild flowers. She looked exactly as she had before she became ill. (The last time I'd seen her, chemo had robbed her of her youth, her hair and distorted her features, puffed up her face and and changed the color of her skin.) And then she spoke.
She wanted me to know that "This life is just a rehearsal for the next." That was all.
I was so surprised that I jumped up and wrote it down on a slip of paper so I wouldn't forget it.
Would I ever see her husband again? And if I did would I tell him that I had seen her - alive and well?
Many weeks later I did tell him - took the chance that he might think I was a nut job - because I think I was supposed to let him know.
Grief sets up an almost impenetrable barrier to the spirit who so desperately wants you to know that they're more alive than they've ever been. They try and try to break through but the sadness around you is just too heavy, making our already dense vibration even harder to approach. This is why they will try other routes - such as someone who you know (in all likelyhood) who they can get through to, and who will pass on the message.
Until the next "flash" - Take care! And pass on any messages that drift through the ethers.
Adios.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
When the Veil is Thinnest
It's 3:00 a.m. Why am I awake at 3:00 am for God's sake!
There are so many cliches about this.
Good!! Really? That's all I need.
"The dark before dawn!" "The deepest phase of sleep..."
Right! So why am I wide awake?
"The Place where the Veil between Here and There is the Thinnest..."
What's that supposed to mean? I'm trying to get back to sleep but I'm wide awake...and you're talking to me.
I think it's that time of the night when all conscious thought and movement is buried deep inside the brain - not stirring... (I know, You're wide awake..) and like meditation or the level of consciousness right below hypnosis, the brain, the thinking, the figuring and worrying is out of the way. So it makes it much easier for spirit to come into our 'space'. A space which on earth, in this dimension, is very dense. The vibration of the 4th and 5th dimensions is much, much lighter than ours. So when we get all the sediment of thought and the chatter of the mind nicely put away (at 3:00 am) our own vibration, our own space lightens enough for spirit to come through.
But you're wide awake! Somebody out there is trying very hard to reach you. So hard that the energy has tweaked your conscious mind awake. Which wasn't the intention at all - unless of course somebody thinks you ought to be awake. Maybe the cat is stuck in the chimney. Maybe you've left a candle burning somewhere. Maybe you forgot to lock the front door - as I did last night. And got woken up at 3!
But the cat's sleeping peacefully on the end of your bed - mine snores which is a dead giveaway - you can't smell any smoke and you know very well the doors are locked. Fine! Now what.
Relax if you can. (At 3:00 am that word can really bug you!)
All is well. Breathe deeply. Lie still, feel snug and warm and secure and say very calmly, "Okay you guys out there...obviously you have something to tell me... what is it? Who are you, by the way?Do you have an answer to that problem that's been dogging me?" Lotsa mind clutter here. Lie still and ask for that answer.
Tell yourself that everything is exactly the way it should be. That thing that's worrying you? What can you do about it at 3:00 in the morning? Give it to the Universe and just say, "Deal with it, please." That's all you can do. Tomorrow there may be an answer.
You're probably asleep by now. I hope you remember your dreams.
If you're not... just go with it. Tomorrow night you'll probably sleep like a log.
There's something else you should know about this veil and I'll tell you about it next time.
Ever wondered about a dog or a cat that wakes it's owner to him to the fact that the house is burning down, there's an earthquake about to smash the place or the basement's flooding?
Sure they're light sleepers but it's more than that. My cat isn't.
Animal instinct is very close to the surface - it's how they survive. And their vibrations are very light. No clutter. Easy access. More on that later.
There are so many cliches about this.
Good!! Really? That's all I need.
"The dark before dawn!" "The deepest phase of sleep..."
Right! So why am I wide awake?
"The Place where the Veil between Here and There is the Thinnest..."
What's that supposed to mean? I'm trying to get back to sleep but I'm wide awake...and you're talking to me.
I think it's that time of the night when all conscious thought and movement is buried deep inside the brain - not stirring... (I know, You're wide awake..) and like meditation or the level of consciousness right below hypnosis, the brain, the thinking, the figuring and worrying is out of the way. So it makes it much easier for spirit to come into our 'space'. A space which on earth, in this dimension, is very dense. The vibration of the 4th and 5th dimensions is much, much lighter than ours. So when we get all the sediment of thought and the chatter of the mind nicely put away (at 3:00 am) our own vibration, our own space lightens enough for spirit to come through.
But you're wide awake! Somebody out there is trying very hard to reach you. So hard that the energy has tweaked your conscious mind awake. Which wasn't the intention at all - unless of course somebody thinks you ought to be awake. Maybe the cat is stuck in the chimney. Maybe you've left a candle burning somewhere. Maybe you forgot to lock the front door - as I did last night. And got woken up at 3!
But the cat's sleeping peacefully on the end of your bed - mine snores which is a dead giveaway - you can't smell any smoke and you know very well the doors are locked. Fine! Now what.
Relax if you can. (At 3:00 am that word can really bug you!)
All is well. Breathe deeply. Lie still, feel snug and warm and secure and say very calmly, "Okay you guys out there...obviously you have something to tell me... what is it? Who are you, by the way?Do you have an answer to that problem that's been dogging me?" Lotsa mind clutter here. Lie still and ask for that answer.
Tell yourself that everything is exactly the way it should be. That thing that's worrying you? What can you do about it at 3:00 in the morning? Give it to the Universe and just say, "Deal with it, please." That's all you can do. Tomorrow there may be an answer.
You're probably asleep by now. I hope you remember your dreams.
If you're not... just go with it. Tomorrow night you'll probably sleep like a log.
There's something else you should know about this veil and I'll tell you about it next time.
Ever wondered about a dog or a cat that wakes it's owner to him to the fact that the house is burning down, there's an earthquake about to smash the place or the basement's flooding?
Sure they're light sleepers but it's more than that. My cat isn't.
Animal instinct is very close to the surface - it's how they survive. And their vibrations are very light. No clutter. Easy access. More on that later.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Into the Zone
You've heard people say, "I just zoned out! I was driving along a familiar road - and get this - I have no recollection of the route! I remember leaving home and the next thing I knew, I was here! Can't remember anything about the ride!"
Ever watched someone playing a hand held computer game, Mario, or something like it? Zoned out.
It happens often. You may be listening to music, excercising, gardening ... or praying. And sometimes when you're sitting cross-legged humming "Ommmmmmmm...." Zoned out!
You're in an altered mental state. You've gone from the Beta (fully cognizant and involved) state to the Alpha state. When you got here, you left your chatty, inquiring and inquisitive mind behind and entered a quiet, instinctually fundamental place where your respiration slows, your muscles relax, your brain quiets itself and even your heart rate slows. No wonder it's good for you. You're in a state of meditation, or as I like to call it, "Just Being". You just are. You're not asking questions or engaging any other being in conversation or any other communication. You just are.
And the really neat thing about this is that some part of you is completely and sharply aware.
Is it the mind? The brain seems to be taking a break so it is not directly involved other than to keep certain essential life support systems going. Or is it something more elemental entirely? Could it be that when the physical brain with all its computing, its questioning and scurrying here and there backs out, you become a clear and easy channel for your spirit to express itself? Once all the confusion and 'busyness' of your life is put in the back seat, noisy blocks and resistance are gone and your spirit can be heard... It can speak to you, bring you to a place of peace where thought is clear and answers to the most troublesome questions are suddenly right in front of you... No wonder meditation is so good for you.
And it's not that hard. Sometimes you slip into that state naturally, at other times you can consciously quiet yourself and just be. If you're doing it intentionally, it takes some practice to block the world out. Sometimes it's easier to take a long brisk walk or a run on the beach. Listen to the thump, thump, thump of your shoes on the ground - it can have the same effect, can get you to that "zone" where different dimensions meet quite easily. Fresh air, a rythmic beat ...it can clear your mind which is an essential component of meditation.
If you're sitting cross-legged on the floor, don't go for any marathon sessions. Try it for five or six minutes at first, gradually increasing the time as you get better at it. I like to meditate first thing in the morning or when I get into bed and turn the lights off, just before sleep. Although this has its pitfalls - such as falling asleep. But that's not so bad. What can possibly be wrong with deep relaxation and quiet before sleeping ...
So, you didn't get to do any serious meditation ... there's always tomorrow - and pay attention to your dreams.
Sleep well tonight!
Ever watched someone playing a hand held computer game, Mario, or something like it? Zoned out.
It happens often. You may be listening to music, excercising, gardening ... or praying. And sometimes when you're sitting cross-legged humming "Ommmmmmmm...." Zoned out!
You're in an altered mental state. You've gone from the Beta (fully cognizant and involved) state to the Alpha state. When you got here, you left your chatty, inquiring and inquisitive mind behind and entered a quiet, instinctually fundamental place where your respiration slows, your muscles relax, your brain quiets itself and even your heart rate slows. No wonder it's good for you. You're in a state of meditation, or as I like to call it, "Just Being". You just are. You're not asking questions or engaging any other being in conversation or any other communication. You just are.
And the really neat thing about this is that some part of you is completely and sharply aware.
Is it the mind? The brain seems to be taking a break so it is not directly involved other than to keep certain essential life support systems going. Or is it something more elemental entirely? Could it be that when the physical brain with all its computing, its questioning and scurrying here and there backs out, you become a clear and easy channel for your spirit to express itself? Once all the confusion and 'busyness' of your life is put in the back seat, noisy blocks and resistance are gone and your spirit can be heard... It can speak to you, bring you to a place of peace where thought is clear and answers to the most troublesome questions are suddenly right in front of you... No wonder meditation is so good for you.
And it's not that hard. Sometimes you slip into that state naturally, at other times you can consciously quiet yourself and just be. If you're doing it intentionally, it takes some practice to block the world out. Sometimes it's easier to take a long brisk walk or a run on the beach. Listen to the thump, thump, thump of your shoes on the ground - it can have the same effect, can get you to that "zone" where different dimensions meet quite easily. Fresh air, a rythmic beat ...it can clear your mind which is an essential component of meditation.
If you're sitting cross-legged on the floor, don't go for any marathon sessions. Try it for five or six minutes at first, gradually increasing the time as you get better at it. I like to meditate first thing in the morning or when I get into bed and turn the lights off, just before sleep. Although this has its pitfalls - such as falling asleep. But that's not so bad. What can possibly be wrong with deep relaxation and quiet before sleeping ...
So, you didn't get to do any serious meditation ... there's always tomorrow - and pay attention to your dreams.
Sleep well tonight!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Awareness
Odd, unexplainable things happen. For instance, the phone rings and you know who's on the other end before you lift the receiver. You have a feeling that you shouldn't let your 8 year old go to the skating rink today. Nothing specific. Except you're very uneasy about allowing him to go. So you don't. Then you hear the ceiling caved in around noon - when he was supposed to be there. How did you know that? I call these soul alerts. Your soul or spirit, knows. Your soul doesn't have the limited capabilities you do. Isn't hampered by being confined to a body whose functions are made for earth. It gets around and it hasn't forgotten how to pick up mental vibes and how to communicate through telepathly.
It was in full communication with the soul on the other end of the phone.
What about the time your shoulder began to ache, nothing would ease it, you felt unexplained fear until - you got a phone call from across the country saying that your daughter had been in a car wreck, not serious but she had a broken shoulder. Twilight zone time ... da,da,da,da,... Your soul must have been in full communication - a thousand miles away - with your daughter's soul when she had her accident. You (in your rather inefficient human body) remembered on some level that you had that ability once, but only partially as was demonstrated by the sore shoulder. You experienced a "bleed through" for want of a better word. You suddenly got a flash of knowledge. A bleed through memory of what you used to be able to do on the other side.
Here's something else. You miss a plane through a series of delays, hitches and other aggravations that don't usually happen. There's an accident with this plane. You have an appointment. But try as you may, you can't make it. The car won't start. You get it started and it gets hung up in traffic. Time ticks on. You know you're going to be late. Traffic finally clears and, oh jeese! You hear that flappity, flappity flap that let's you know one of your tires has exploded. Thank God you weren't doing 80. You call Triple AAA for help. They say they'll be there as soon as they can - will have to go the long way around to avoid a ten car pile up involving an 18 wheeler and fatalities - two miles from your destination... Might have been you?
What do you think? It's not your time. Who or what caused all the delays? All the aggravations. Is it possible that some Universal energy, knowing it wasn't your time to go, was putting road blocks in your way? Perhaps.
Or maybe these were all a series of lucky coincidences.
When enough of these "lucky coincidence" occur you will begin to wonder if you really really believe in coincidence at all. And it is then that awareness begins to kick in. A creeping suspicion that maybe there's more to this than I know... or am aware of. And then maybe it tweaks you enough that you want to know more.
You can know more. We all can. I'll talk about that next time, and they don't all involve sitting cross-legged in the middle of your living room and humming Ommmmmmmmm ..... Although that works for many.
Ask me questions if you like, and I'll try to answer them.
Bye for now.
It was in full communication with the soul on the other end of the phone.
What about the time your shoulder began to ache, nothing would ease it, you felt unexplained fear until - you got a phone call from across the country saying that your daughter had been in a car wreck, not serious but she had a broken shoulder. Twilight zone time ... da,da,da,da,... Your soul must have been in full communication - a thousand miles away - with your daughter's soul when she had her accident. You (in your rather inefficient human body) remembered on some level that you had that ability once, but only partially as was demonstrated by the sore shoulder. You experienced a "bleed through" for want of a better word. You suddenly got a flash of knowledge. A bleed through memory of what you used to be able to do on the other side.
Here's something else. You miss a plane through a series of delays, hitches and other aggravations that don't usually happen. There's an accident with this plane. You have an appointment. But try as you may, you can't make it. The car won't start. You get it started and it gets hung up in traffic. Time ticks on. You know you're going to be late. Traffic finally clears and, oh jeese! You hear that flappity, flappity flap that let's you know one of your tires has exploded. Thank God you weren't doing 80. You call Triple AAA for help. They say they'll be there as soon as they can - will have to go the long way around to avoid a ten car pile up involving an 18 wheeler and fatalities - two miles from your destination... Might have been you?
What do you think? It's not your time. Who or what caused all the delays? All the aggravations. Is it possible that some Universal energy, knowing it wasn't your time to go, was putting road blocks in your way? Perhaps.
Or maybe these were all a series of lucky coincidences.
When enough of these "lucky coincidence" occur you will begin to wonder if you really really believe in coincidence at all. And it is then that awareness begins to kick in. A creeping suspicion that maybe there's more to this than I know... or am aware of. And then maybe it tweaks you enough that you want to know more.
You can know more. We all can. I'll talk about that next time, and they don't all involve sitting cross-legged in the middle of your living room and humming Ommmmmmmmm ..... Although that works for many.
Ask me questions if you like, and I'll try to answer them.
Bye for now.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Glimpses
I've only been given glimpses of other dimensions. Others more focused and clearer than I have seen much more.
It's all real, fellow people. It's there for us to touch and to feel. It's normal. Our Third Dimension, the place we call home for now, is our erstwhile reality. But just as normal are the ethereal fourth, fifth and sixth dimensions that, with study, and often without, we are able to access. We're told by most Religious organizations that we're eternal spirits. Spiritualism agrees with that but goes many steps further saying that we are living here in what is an Earth School, in essence perfecting ourselves. They also believe that we don't get just one shot at this perfection - thank God for that - but we get to come back as many tines as we like, to get it right. That would be Reincarnation. Albert Einstien said that that was the only theory surrounding all religious beliefs, that made sense.
Spiritulism also believes that we may be living here, but we're also living on many other worlds in different dimensions, sometimes all at the same time. I find that pretty extreme and unimaginable and I can't vouch for it from a personal standpoint. But after this year of watching previously held beliefs of mine tumble into disintergration, I can tell you with absolute certainity that Anything is possible.
You should never take mine or anyone else's word for the revelations that I'm going to show you over the next however many days/months or whatever. We can all do this reaching outside of our earthly selves thing. We can all reach out and touch other places, other worlds, other dimensions. I believe it is part of our spiritual heritage that came into this existence with us when we were born. It is something we all brought from The Other Side. We just have to start remembering and it will all start coming back. The English poet believed that ...all learning is reminiscent... We've just forgotten how to remember it all.
Do I believe everything I've read? Everything I've heard and everything I've learned? No. But with slight variations on most themes within the study, I believe that there is more out there than anyone can possibly imagine. It is a wide open field of infinite possibilities.
Through all of this, I've never been afraid. I have no doubt that what was happening in my waking life and in my "dreams" did happen. I've had glimpses of the other side and I've learned that it and it's inhabitants is more vital and more alive than anything we've ever experienced on Earth.
Even now, I search the thesaurus of my mind for the right expressions and the right words that can best describe what I've seen. And I fall short. Take the word "alive" for instance. To describe that word as it exists in Heaven , "alive" would have to be laced with light, and sparks, reflecting off translucent, streaming water, joy, electricity, warmth, color and sound and with feelings of the profoundest love, peace and acceptance. This begins to describe the feeling I get from Drew who is Alive in this next dimension. We have no language on earth that does it justice.
Just know that if you have someone you love who's gone before you - this is a wonderful place to be.
In the next few posts, I'll share ways to access these other existences. And I promise you the ride will be fun - and totally drug free.
Ha Ha! I know you've heard of the weird stuff smoked in the Peruvian mountains, and whatever we got into in the '60s and God knows what they're getting into in this century... the hallucinogens and mind-bogglers. None of that my friends. Only your spirits and you and the grace and knowledge of God. Whoever you perceive him or her or that to be.
TTFN!
It's all real, fellow people. It's there for us to touch and to feel. It's normal. Our Third Dimension, the place we call home for now, is our erstwhile reality. But just as normal are the ethereal fourth, fifth and sixth dimensions that, with study, and often without, we are able to access. We're told by most Religious organizations that we're eternal spirits. Spiritualism agrees with that but goes many steps further saying that we are living here in what is an Earth School, in essence perfecting ourselves. They also believe that we don't get just one shot at this perfection - thank God for that - but we get to come back as many tines as we like, to get it right. That would be Reincarnation. Albert Einstien said that that was the only theory surrounding all religious beliefs, that made sense.
Spiritulism also believes that we may be living here, but we're also living on many other worlds in different dimensions, sometimes all at the same time. I find that pretty extreme and unimaginable and I can't vouch for it from a personal standpoint. But after this year of watching previously held beliefs of mine tumble into disintergration, I can tell you with absolute certainity that Anything is possible.
You should never take mine or anyone else's word for the revelations that I'm going to show you over the next however many days/months or whatever. We can all do this reaching outside of our earthly selves thing. We can all reach out and touch other places, other worlds, other dimensions. I believe it is part of our spiritual heritage that came into this existence with us when we were born. It is something we all brought from The Other Side. We just have to start remembering and it will all start coming back. The English poet believed that ...all learning is reminiscent... We've just forgotten how to remember it all.
Do I believe everything I've read? Everything I've heard and everything I've learned? No. But with slight variations on most themes within the study, I believe that there is more out there than anyone can possibly imagine. It is a wide open field of infinite possibilities.
Through all of this, I've never been afraid. I have no doubt that what was happening in my waking life and in my "dreams" did happen. I've had glimpses of the other side and I've learned that it and it's inhabitants is more vital and more alive than anything we've ever experienced on Earth.
Even now, I search the thesaurus of my mind for the right expressions and the right words that can best describe what I've seen. And I fall short. Take the word "alive" for instance. To describe that word as it exists in Heaven , "alive" would have to be laced with light, and sparks, reflecting off translucent, streaming water, joy, electricity, warmth, color and sound and with feelings of the profoundest love, peace and acceptance. This begins to describe the feeling I get from Drew who is Alive in this next dimension. We have no language on earth that does it justice.
Just know that if you have someone you love who's gone before you - this is a wonderful place to be.
In the next few posts, I'll share ways to access these other existences. And I promise you the ride will be fun - and totally drug free.
Ha Ha! I know you've heard of the weird stuff smoked in the Peruvian mountains, and whatever we got into in the '60s and God knows what they're getting into in this century... the hallucinogens and mind-bogglers. None of that my friends. Only your spirits and you and the grace and knowledge of God. Whoever you perceive him or her or that to be.
TTFN!
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