Saturday, January 27, 2007
One reason is so we can understand, so we have something we can relate to. The understanding doesn’t have to be the same for each person. It’s just the idea of God, of Heaven or something out there that is larger than you is easier to understand when you can see it.
I think it is more difficult to comprehend a concept than it is to be faced with the irrefutable proof of something you can see and touch. Also, a long time ago few people could read, but there was no problem with seeing a picture.
What I’d like to talk about is how Spirit looks to me. Mostly when I close my eyes and move into a quieter place to see Spirit the first thing that generally happens is a tingling at the base of my neck. Then, I need to imagine myself in my mind’s eye. Sometimes I appear as a young girl, sometimes as a young woman. At first I was a little alarmed that I was not appearing in this other place as I look now. Then, I began to think that it didn’t matter. For whatever reason whoever it was I was seeing was “supposed” to be me, fine, then that was who it was. It is as if time is more fluid in this psychic place. You can see yourself at any age and you can also see yourself in other lifetimes. But, for our purposes, now, this is this lifetime and this is the “me” you are seeing.
The next step here is to imagine that you are going to be seeing your guide. After you are accustomed to being in this other place you can meet up with any number of Folk in Spirit, but for now just pretend that you are going to be meeting your guide.
How will they appear? Any number of ways. After you have imagined yourself in your mind’s eye take your inside eyes and begin to look around at the surroundings where you are. Just let it happen. Are you inside a building? Are you in a room of some sort? Is there furniture? Or, are you outside? Or, are you even in a car? You could really be anywhere. It doesn’t matter. What matters is you are expanding the area of your awareness enough to allow somebody else to come into it.
Now, for the grand entrance of Spirit. Again, however it happens is okay. With a big Ta-Da, flashing of lights and crashing of cymbals or a quiet knock on the door. The next step is as significant as it is necessary for you to move forward and that is to welcome your guide. Open the door. Put out your hand to shake hands or open your arms for an embrace.
Spirit will appear to you in a form that is the best for you. Could be that Spirit, your Guide, comes to you in a human like form. Man or woman, it doesn’t matter. Old or young, also this doesn’t matter. Race doesn’t matter. Spirit could show itself to you as an animal. Spirit could even come to you as light, but for my own purposes I feel it’s more difficult to have a heart to heart conversation with a sun beam than it is with Seth.
Seth, to me, has always been bald. He claims to have a fine fringe of hair around the edges, but my awareness has never gotten that fine-tuned that I can see it clearly. Personally, I think he likes to pull my leg. Seth, the first time I saw him, was wearing a white toga and was tending the plants in a garden. He was a little taller than me and was older than me. I have always felt very safe with him. Many times the focus of my concentration swirls in and out so that he appears and disappears.
Spirit has always and will always be with you. It’s just that you may never have seen Spirit before this day. Spirit may have always been this far-away idea, something that never touched you personally. Today, after having done this exercise, hopefully, seeing is believing.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
I can’t read minds. That’s what everybody expects right away. They also expect that I can look into their eyes and tell them their future. I actually don’t want to do that. I’d say I can 1 out of 300 people I meet, so to add that as a skill I am capable of is not right. Plus, as I said, I don’t want to.
I’m actually as psychic as you are. And, you didn’t think you were psychic. It’s a gift we’ve all got. It’s as common as being able to breathe through your nose and see through your eyes. It’s a sharpening of that extrasensory perception. The guides just said to me, “Use it or lose it.” Well, they have a point there. First you believe that it is possible and then you start using it.
How? How in the world are you going to do that? Well, the believing that you are psychic is actually 50% of it. Decide for yourself just what does being psychic mean to you. Investigate how other people perceive it.
For me it grew. I was afraid of it at first. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I wasn’t actually intending to become more psychic. I had been sick and to amuse myself I was reading. A lot. I just wanted to read stories by Stephen King. I read too many of them apparently. Too many, too fast and I began to have psychic insights. They were flashes. I’d have visions, really intense visions during that time where you’re not quite asleep and you’re not quite awake. My dreams were weirder than shit. I knew when the phone was going to ring. I’d know who was going to be on the other end of it. And, I began seeing the number 222 everywhere I looked. That was the final straw. If somebody on the other side wanted my attention, they had it by then.
I appreciate the time it takes a person to hone a skill. It seems sometimes that I’ve been doing this forever. The psychic insights I have help to round out my life. They sort of take the edge of the uneasy and the unexpected off of things. Also, when the unexpected does happen and catches me unaware I seem to be able to weather it better than I could before. Mostly, though, I am able to approach life with an eagerness that I didn’t have before. Before I was frightened and worried all the time. I think that opening to my own psychicness has, over the years, enabled me to do a lot of emotional and psychological growing that I hadn’t been inclined to do before. And, that’s not psychic. That’s something everybody should do. For me, though, I can tell when it started happening. I’m grateful, though, because I was stunted before. I was like a frost blasted bunch of parsley before. That’s another thing with my psychicness. I can sometimes understand what the plants and animals are feeling. That frightened me too when it started. It started with a chicken leg I was eating. That really got my attention, enough to make me want to be a vegetarian except I can sometimes tell what the plants feel too.
I’m a secretary during the day. I’m a 51 year old secretary on the verge of going through menopause. It ain’t pretty. This is as rough for me now as it was when I was busting through to being psychic. Thoughts and feelings swirl up and overtake me. The emotions are sometimes overwhelming. I fight against being sorry for myself. This is something that has to happen. I hope to, on the other end of this, be a more stable individual. I almost wish, though, that it would hurry up. The sleeplessness, the hot flashes, the emotions. Sometimes I just want to cork up all our managers and send them to Mars for 2 weeks. And, with a psychic you can always visit them in their dreams and tell them to shape up.
What I can tell you though, is that the visions you sometimes have, the flash of a person in the corner of your mind. That was real. You can go after that. If you have in mind your own teacher as that person you half way saw, the person you saw for a nano-second. Formless, faceless, just a presence in a corner of your mind. Imagine yourself opening your arms. You will be moving toward your teacher. They will catch you. They will hold you and for a nano-second in time they will comfort you, pat you on the back, smooth your hair and smile at you. Believe it happened.
Everybody is psychic and everybody has a teacher. In your mind say hey. They heard you.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Anyway, this is what we did today. I call it, or rather they call it: Cowboy Coffee Cake.
Getting set to write out this recipe for the website I still hadn’t come up with a title, until my fingers touched the keys and Cowboy Coffee Cake was written. I proceeded to do what I generally do and that is to argue with the guides. “What do you mean Cowboy Coffee Cake? Nobody mentioned anything about a cowboy to me. There’s lemon in this cake and nuts. Do you think a cowboy would put lemon in a cake?” But, they persisted. I would suppose it was a cowboy who channeled it for me.
2½ cups flour
½ teaspoon salt
1½ teaspoons baking powder
4 TBS butter
1 cup milk
½ cup brown sugar
½ cup white sugar
Zest from one lemon
Juice of half of that lemon
2 TBS flour
2 TBS brown sugar
½ cup nuts
Mix together the flour, salt and baking powder. Cut in 4 tablespoons butter. Mix, in a separate bowl, the eggs, milk, ½ cup brown and ½ cup white sugar. Mix the liquid ingredients into the dry. Grate the zest into the batter and add the juice from half the lemon. Mix.
Grease and flour a 9 inch square pan. Spoon in the batter.
For the topping rub together the 2 tablespoons of butter, flour and brown sugar and sprinkle that over the top of the coffee cake. Sprinkle ½ cup of nuts over the top.
When I was making this cake I thought I was done at this point, but one of the guides said to me, “Now for the fun part. Poke your finger into the cake and twirl in a few random places.”
I was nervous about how long to bake it. We set the oven at 400 degrees Fahrenheit and I let it go 35 minutes total. That was actually too long because the crust on the outside was way too dark. So, the next time I do this I’ll probably let it go for 30 minutes.
As we moved through the recipe I kept asking things like, "Are you sure you don't want to melt the butter? Cutting it into the flour is like pie dough. Are you sure this is right?" When I'd gotten the liquid ingredients together I was certain they were jerking me around and it was going to be a mess, but I mixed it in anyway. It turned out wonderfully. The crust was a bit brown on the bottom, but the crumb was big and tender and it was delicious with butter on it and even better once it was cooled to have with cream cheese spread on.
I entered the recipe to my Master Cook 9 recipe program and got the nutritional information. Per Serving (excluding unknown items): 364 Calories; 14g Fat (35.4% calories from fat); 7g Protein; 52g Carbohydrate; 2g Dietary Fiber; 71mg Cholesterol; 312mg Sodium. Exchanges: 2 Grain(Starch); 1/2 Lean Meat; 0 Non-Fat Milk; 2 1/2 Fat; 1 1/2 Other Carbohydrates.
If life starts to get humdrum and boring do something to perk yourself up. You can’t wait for somebody else to come along to entertain you. You need to do something. You’re just in a rut. That’s all. It won’t last long. Do something a little bit different.
Listen to something different from your collection of music. It doesn’t have to be upbeat, just different. Move around for two minutes.
Pretend you’re doing Tai Chi. Just real slow and deliberate moves. Center your mind into what you’re doing. Pretend you’re watching yourself in a movie. Pretend as your arms move around that you’re watching them on the screen. Pretend that is the entirety of what you can see right now. The rest of the room has gone away. It’s just not there. The focus of your attention is on your arms. Now, feel the energy in them. Feel the blood as it courses through your veins. Feel the ancient past that is still with you in this lifetime. Feel the ages behind you. Feel the women you’ve been. Feel the men you’ve been. Feel these lifetimes in your being now. Not far away. Not somewhere else. Not someplace inaccessible to you. With you now. All those experiences, bring them closer. All the times you hurt somebody. All the times you loved somebody. All the times you made life better for somebody. All the times you tried.
Now, tell me you’re still bored.