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This entry was written over the course of the past week and a half:
So, I gotta level with you, Erik. I’m a bit concerned that my personal blog may become “the Erik Show”, or that you guys are getting all my best stuff. And I haven’t really talked to anyone else in depth since we engaged. (he laughs at my choice of words – sorry sweetheart, I can’t marry you, I’d break too many hearts!)
*pause while I un-roll my eyes*
He asks me why I’m concerned about that, and points out that I’m intuitiely aligning myself with other people’s expectations, I’m hearing it when people are thinking “I wish she’s talk to John.”
You gotta bone up that psychic armour a bit more, that’s not shit you need to hear, and you need to listen to *this* (taps my chest)
Awesomely cheezy, yet profoundly true.
(he flashes back a “statement of the obvious” quip)
So like, what do you *want* to do?
I want to be happy. (mental check-mark because I *am* happy, I’m just declaring the intention to continue to make this my top priority) What makes me happy is walking in nature, talking with people (mediumship) writing things that bring joy and laughter to other people-
You totally broke my concentration. Oh yeah, and money makes me happy too. Increasing my income, continuing and expanding this economy of awesomeness!
Tell them about your rule –
Okay, well in general I only spend the money I earn as a psychic on things that make me happy, and I’m particularly joyful when I can do something like take one of Jamie’s teleclasses, or buy a cat tree for Sunshine (finally) from my friend’s pet store, or expand my business / blog in some way, like when I bought the domain names – it was quite inexpensive, but it was a real red-letter moment, you know?
It’s a great rule, and (shows me getting to a point where I can pay the water bill with the same love and appreciation that I pay my entrepreneurial friends. Shows me paying my ambulance bill with gratitude.)
Oh yeah, that’s actually something I *should* be grateful to pay. In BC, whenever you call an ambulance, you get a bill for $80. I’m not used to even seeing healthcare bills, having grown up in Ontario where the billing system is different.
But seriously, what am I bitching about it? It’s only $80. I can afford it, and wouldn’t it be much better if I paid it with gratitude, knowing I *can* afford it, and that I live in a part of the world where you can call for help if you’re very sick?
A few nights ago, Sweetie got a movie called “Across the Universe” released in 2007. The only description she gave me was “it has Beatle’s music”. Well, I thought “magical mystery tour” was as exciting as watching paint dry, so I didn’t have great expectations for this one.
Turns out through, it was a *really great* movie, beautifully filmed and the dance choreography was absolutely fantastic… yet it was desperately sad too.
John plunked his bony butt on the end of the bed when the movie began, not saying much. I would occasionally ask Sweetie about the songs – one was John’s, one was George’s etc. Finally I asked “Are these ALL Beatles songs?”
“Yes! Oh my god, I can’t believe you didn’t notice that!” Sweetie teased me. She also had told me it was all Beatles songs at one point, but I’d forgotten.
This exchange was quickly followed by John’s mock-horror, “Have I taught you nothing???”
Which brings me around, finally to the topic at hand: Our spirit friends and what they teach us.
Recently, Elisa posted on the Channeling Erik blog a new disclaimer reminding readers that Erik is only himself, not an all-knowing, all-seeing demi-god.
I appreciated it, because it echoes one of my favourite litanies:
Being dead does not make you right.
I think it’s important to honour your intuition on what is true, because truth (and spiritual truth in particular) is all about context. What is true for another may not be true for you; it may not mesh with your experience, it may not resonate or make sense to you, it may not describe a reality in which you wish to participate.
So you don’t ever have to believe anybody when they tell you how it is, because they’re just telling you how it is *for them*.
The cool thing is, by listening to other people, the alive ones and the dead ones, you can pick up a lot of different ideas, perspectives that will shift your kaleidoscope of truth.
(I’m hearing “Lucy in the sky with diamonds”) The girl with kaleidoscope eyes…
Erik & John (why not, right? I was trying to figure out which one of them was there, until I let myself realize it was both. Hi guys!)
Erik: The thing is, there is no one single “REAL” reality. It’s not your reality and everyone else is delusional if they don’t see shit your way.
John: Everyone’s delusional. (At some point) it was decided that delusion was a bad thing – (shows me dropping a ball, symbol of dropping judgment.) Are you ready to allow everyone around you to have their personal delusional reality?
Dissonance is what is creating this (Shows me refugees, looks like India, and I get the words “have / have nots”) These people have nothing because other people believe they are incorrect. That is all. Just, disparagement of what they believe.
What if people where just allowed to believe whatever in their hearts they know to be true?
Imagine, if instead of turning to Erik, or myself, you turned inward for truth?
Because there, my friends, is where you will ultimately find it.
Wow, John, thank you so much. This is a truth that rings true to my own heart, so I think I’m going to keep it, and incorporate it into my reality.
My truth about truth may not be your truth. What you decide to do, my dear friends, is up to you.
PS: I had to look up “dissonance” because it’s not in my usual vernacular. This is one of those cases where I get confirmation I’m channeling, because I didn’t actually understand what it meant until I finished the entry and looked it up. The definition made me smile; it’s so appropriate. It’s so John:
1. inharmonious or harsh sound; discord; cacophony.
a. a simultaneous combination of tones conventionally accepted as being in a state of unrest and needing completion.
b. an unresolved, discordant chord or interval. Compare consonance ( def 3 ) . See illus. under resolution.
3. disagreement or incongruity.
The definition of dissonance could double as a definition for our overlapping realities. Beautifully put, my friend.
I had to look up disparagement too. (John’s British vocabulary is fancier than my own.)
1. the act of disparaging
2. something that derogates or casts in a bad light, as a remark or censorious essay.
I think a good tip for learning to become a medium is to READ AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. Anything to build your “inner dictionary” will help the spirit friends bring it forward. I don’t use these words, but John could use them because I have encountered them in the past. I’m so grateful I just wrote them down as they came, because it’s expressed more beautifully than I could have done with my usual vernacular.
I have a story that goes all the way back to New Year’s Eve. It’s a good one — Kate was really excited about it and wanted to blog about it right away — but I was like, “Well… not yet”. The story needed more time to develop.
I’ve been pretty blessed in my life and my career, because I’m able to access creative advisers on the other side pretty easily. Sometimes they just show up on their own; I always try to listen because they all have something unique to teach. So it was with the Notorious B.I.G..
I had never been a fan of his music previously, but his song “Juicy” had ended up on my iPod and I found that I was enjoying it. Then I listened to it a 2nd time. And then I noticed his energy around me. I would describe it as “boyish”. He felt young but self-possessed. Class-clownish. But super-focused at the same time. I felt like I understood him right away, energetically. He said, “Your relationship to money is fucked up. I’m gonna help you sort it out”.
My relationship to money was, indeed, fucked up. Actually I’m still untangling it. The myth of the Starving Artist is a pervasive one.
At any rate I had to admit that Biggie was right, and furthermore I couldn’t point to any heroes of mine or any artists of any kind that I admired who had healthy relationships with money. Not one. They were penniless painters, alcoholic writers, and agoraphobic, opiated musicians. (Aside: I’m like, “…Sorry guys”. They’re like, “Nope — that’s fair”.). Biggie made money making art, enjoyed spending it, and was totally unapologetic about it. That was unprecedented in my world. Clearly I had some things to learn.
Later, Kate and I watched the movie The Secret. Say what you will about it, I did learn a few things. I was inspired by Jack Canfield’s experience to try to manifest $10,000 for myself. With art. I had no plan whatsoever, and I was pretty vague about my expectations around it. Knowing it had to be something that I could believe I could have, I just said, “Okay. I want to have a plan in place for making $10,000 by the end of the year. Not the 10k itself; just the plan”.
Nothing happened for a long time after that. I was still resolved that my plan was coming; manifestation is not always instant so I tried to be patient.
(Aside: I did have some prior experience with manifestation which bolstered my confidence with it and allowed me to be patient. I had manifested a car for myself maybe 15 years earlier using techniques I’d read about in one of Julia Cameron’s books. A free car had presented itself within a few weeks. So I knew this would work).
So the year began to draw to a close with no plan in place for my 10k. Oh well; it was just an experiment. Kate and I stayed in and shared a bottle of wine. As we talked she suddenly said, “Biggie’s here. He wants to talk about your art”.
Sure, why not?
He says, “I’ve got a business plan for you. I want to you do it, though. I don’t want to go through this with you if you’re not going to do it. Will you do it?”
Biggie: “Okay. You’re going to paint fuckin’ seashells”.
Biggie: “Everyone’s got a spot in their bathroom that needs a fuckin’ seashell. You’re gonna paint a hundred of them”.
At that point he goes into some more detail — take this many, send them to that gallery. Reinvest. Make prints. Send remaining originals to 2 other galleries. Etc. He says,
“That’s how you’re going to make your ten thousand dollars”.
Now I’m laughing because a) I’d forgotten that I’d set that goal at all, and b) I said that I wanted a plan for 10k “by the end of the year” and now it’s… like 11:30 on New Year’s Eve.
I’ve been good on my word and I am creating 100 seashell paintings. I’ve recently photographed them and they are up for sale on my Etsy site; if you would like to own one of the first batch of the hundred I would be honoured to sell them to you guys.
I also managed to screw my courage up to get my work into a gallery in the nicest resort in town; they’re scheduled to exhibit in a month or so. So that’s really exciting. It’s going to mean really great exposure for me and my work and it’s also one of my favourite places to hang out. Kate and I both went for our birthdays and had absolutely the best champagne and cheese plates I’ve ever had while enjoying an unobstructed view of waves breaking on the wide open, sandy ocean beach. I’m totally thrilled to be getting my art in there because everything about it is so top shelf.
And I’m so grateful to all my helpers on the other side who continue to motivate and inspire me.
I also have a tip to share for anyone who may have read this and thought to themselves, “Damn, my relationship with money is fucked up too — what do I do?”. Here’s a tip I picked up recently for reshaping your relationship with money. You’ll be drawing on your intuition here, so I’ll walk you through the process. (Btw I recommend this process whether you have the money you want or you don’t, so you can fully participate in the Economy of Awesomeness!)
First try to encapsulate the idea of your money as a whole, in your mind. Past, present, future. Flowing in, flowing out. Get in touch with any feelings around that. Money is energy; you are in relationship to that energy.
Next, think about that relationship. You and money have a long history. When you think about that relationship, what do you feel? Gratitude? Resentment? Abandonment? Expectation?
The next step is to sit down and write a letter to your money. Really imagine that your money is a person. You can get specific if you want to imagine what this person might look like, but it’s not really necessary. Just talk about your feelings, whatever they are. You might be surprised to learn how you really feel about money. Continue the process for 30 days. It might seem like a lot but this will give you a lot more time to uncover hidden beliefs and allow you to reshape them to best serve you.
It does require a time commitment — is it worth it? Well, I’ve been at it for 3 weeks now. And now while I fear I may lose people with the very mention of manifestation — I know some people think it’s “magical thinking” — I’m just going to go for it anyway and tell you another story about it:
I’ve taken out two student loans in my academic career, and paid these off. Each time my lenders — different lenders, years apart — misfiled my paperwork so it appeared to them as if my loans were not repaid, and they continued to try to collect. Without grievance, and from a detached point of view I can look at that and say, “Wow, how bizarre. What are the odds of that?”. I therefore I had an outstanding loan that was not really outstanding at all, that my lawyer seemed powerless to resolve.
So, I wrote letters to my money, and after 14 days a digital copy of a release from this loan materialized in my inbox. This loan that had sat paid in bureaucratic limbo for more than a year. (What had released the first loan, you might be wondering? Applying for the 2nd one. It remained in their system until the day the funds were released. I literally had to call them and say, “Hey, you guys approved this second loan. A condition for approval is that I have no outstanding loans — therefore, there is no outstanding loan. Makes sense, right?”).
Magical thinking or not, it is hard not to think that my energy around money was holding these debts in place. And Biggie was right — my relationship with money was fucked up. And you know what else? My thinking is magical. It’s magic.
Besides clearing away several thousand dollars of energetic debt, in 3 weeks I also gained several hundred dollars of unexpected income. Not bad.
So yeah, I think it is a worthwhile exercise. If you’re already happy with how much money you’ve got coming in but you don’t like how you’re getting it, you can change that, too.
Hi! It’s Sweetie. Some of you may know me from Kate’s stories, or from comments on the blog — I’m Kate’s partner, Kat.
So, Kate and I started talking a couple of months ago about the possibility of me guest blogging on psychicintraining.com. Of course I was all like, “Yeah! That’s super-exciting!” ’cause I love her blog. But that idea sort of simmered on the back burner for a while. What would I write about?
Well, I’m an artist. What I really want to write about, and share with people, is the idea of divine inspiration. Of art as a spiritual practice. It’s a HUGE topic and one that’s really, really important to me.
A little bit about me: I’ve been an artist since before I knew what an artist was. I’ve just always made things, and engaged in observation. I’m also pretty sure that, had I not been an artist, I wouldn’t have a spiritual practice at all. I would simply have no point of reference for it. But now, if I’m listening to a guided meditation and they say, “Go to the place of no-mind”, I get that. “Oh! It’s just like drawing. I can do that”. I know what that’s supposed to feel like. On some level I’ve always known that art is sacred. I remember one time when I was a little kid I was drawing on my chalkboard and my parents came to collect me because it was time for us to go to church. I didn’t want to go. But I also felt like — although I didn’t have the words to wrap around this feeling — that there wasn’t any reason that I should go, because I was already doing something sacred.
But when I say I would have no point of reference for it, I mean that I did resist the sacred for a long, long time. I was a disaffected child of the 90′s — nothing was sacred to us. It was practically our tagline: Nothing is Sacred. Right? But I would go to the high school classes that I felt like showing up for — like Creative Writing, or Art Studio — and we’d do these exercises that get you really tapped into Divine Inspiration. Like automatic writing. Or blind contour drawing. Things that some of the other kids would find incredibly boring and I’d just do them, and I’d zone out. And write and write and write. And then later I’d read it and go, “…Where did that analogy come from?” Or I’d draw things, at the time feeling like, “This isn’t working”, and then I’d hand them in anyway. Then maybe later that week I’d see it up in the hall or on the classroom wall and think, “Wow that’s really great, who did that?” before I noticed my name on it because I didn’t actually remember doing it. But still I didn’t think of myself as “divinely inspired”, or “psychic” exactly, I would just kind of shrug to myself and think, “Yeah — art is weird, who knows where it comes from?”
Well — where does it come from? My Creative Writing teacher described it as The Collective Unconscious. She explained the Carl Jung had this idea about a pool of human understanding that transcends time and space that our subconscious minds are somehow able to tap into. At that time I thought, “Oh. That’s interesting”. But I didn’t take it literally — my worldview was firmly rooted in alienation; I really couldn’t buy into that interconnectedness stuff.
I had to finally come back around to accepting that there was some spiritual aspect to my art after working my way through Julia Cameron’s books. I was doing the exercises in Vein of Gold, and one of the exercises is a doll-making exercise (she calls them Creativity Dolls), and she basically says, “This is a really powerful exercise and a lot of you are going to feel like it’s really dumb. Do it anyway”
Dolls, man? Are you freakin’ kidding me?
Anyway, I did it. At that time, everything in my wardrobe was black. So I decided to make a little white doll. (Maybe I couldn’t do anything without irony). I made a plush doll; I’m pretty good with a needle and thread having learned when I was 7, so it wasn’t a problem. I cut out and stitched together this bleached white little doll, I made it a white lace dress, knotted on individual strands of white hair with crochet cotton, embroidered on some white facial features. I didn’t really have a plan, other than that I wanted to play with as much texture as I could. It was all really labour-intensive so I had a lot of time to think about this. I thought, “Well, she’s my Creativity Doll. If she’s all white, maybe this is about cleansing and catharsis, right?” I knew that “catharsis” meant “to purify the emotions through art”, but I think I pulled out my dictionary at that point anyway. Derived from “kathairein”, to purge or cleanse. I thought that looked better, and dutifully embroidered that on her back, under her dress. The doll was now complete; maybe a week or so went by before I looked at her again.
…Kathairein?? That’s my freakin’ name, man! Kathryn. From the Greek, meaning “pure”. How did I miss that?
So, sometimes Divine Inspiration responds to your inquiries with gentle humour and some amazing things can happen when you open yourself up to it. I’ll talk more in the future about specific ways that you can do that, but for now I’ll just say that the best way I can describe it is that it’s like meditating with art supplies.
I recommend the doll making exercise to everyone; there is no instruction other than, “make a doll”, and “try not to over-think it”. It doesn’t have to be made out anything specific. You could make a paper doll. You could modify an existing doll. Try to override the part of you that might want to know the “point” of the exercise, or that might assume that you already know how the exercise will play out before you begin. The point is not to override your inner critic, but to proceed in spite of it. And, have fun with it!
I thought I’d share a bit about my “process” to help those who are learning and also to further explain to people who might assume I could look over my shoulder and toss a question to any dead person in the universe.
For me, telepathy is not like picking up a phone. It can be simple and easy, but it does take work, focus, time and skill. I don’t strain, but it is intense.
The first thing I do is clear my mind. This is like clearing a path and opening a door. What blocks that path is my own thoughts, logic, assumptions and personality – so to my clients, I might immediately forget information they just told me, because I’m literally shutting off the thinking part of my brain.
For me, most of the initial “work” takes place when I’m first making a connection. I ask my client to physically describe the person they would like to contact. What this does, is it gets the client to clearly picture this person in their mind and heart, and *they* are the ones that are “bringing in” this person from heaven.
For my part, I listen to the client describe their person, and I draw my mind away from the conversation, allowing myself to relax into the client’s voice and the image forming in my mind. For me, this is like listening to a humming note, and using my ear to locate the same note so I can hum along.
If I am not getting a good connection, I might hum or tone to myself, and create a rising slide, to help me tune into higher frequencies. In doing this, sometimes a figure will immediately pop in, where I had nothing before.
At the moment of contact, there is a “snap”, like something clicks into place, and I’ll say “Okay, I’ve got them!” Then the conversation can begin.
From that point forward, the conversation happens like I’m standing in an energy shower. It is very pleasant, can be warm or quite hot. I’ve never experienced a cold sensation, but I do get goose-bumps in confirmation when I translate / communicate something correctly.
The information is coming in across every aspect of my physical and energetic body. I’m a visual person, so I tend to get visuals first. The next thing I tend to get is a flow of information that I like to call a “brain dump”, and it’s my job to choose the appropriate words from my knowledge base, to describe to the client what has been downloaded.
Sometimes the person in spirit will draw forward individual words or sentences from my vocabulary. Erik refers to this as my “dictionary”. The trick with using my dictionary, is it has to be reflexive. It doesn’t work as well if I’m applying “effort”.
I am continuing to develop clairaudient skills, so that I can physically get words that I haven’t heard before. As I write this, my accuracy with names has improved from 10% to 50%, and it’s going to improve over time. Again, it doesn’t work well if I’m “trying”.
I understand why people will ask me to “just ask this one thing, next time you’re talking to ____” It seems like a very small request, right?
It’s tough for me to summarize why I need the boundaries I have in order to do this work. The short of it is, this is just how I work. I need to honour my own process.
For the long story, I need to get into the nitty-gritty of my reality. Settle in folks.
Regarding: “Could you please ask ____ next time you’re talking to ____?”
The next time I’m talking to ___ I won’t be remembering your question. It takes an enormous amount of concentration to *remember* “Oh yeah, someone asked me to ask you something…. What was it?” And it’s another herculean task to remember the friggin’ question. If I’m going to ask any question that is not coming from the organic conversation that’s already happening, I really need to be on the phone with you in a session.
I need formal sessions to establish healthy boundaries for myself. When I take the time to get into “medium mode” I can trust that any information coming across in a session is good and clean. This is the only way I can work with confidence. I also book only as many sessions as I can handle. This ensures I’m rested and ready to work, and that I have enough time to myself to create good balance between work, recreation and rest.
Can’t you just ask this one quick thing? – Well, again, not really. To get the accuracy, I need to make the connection between you and your spirit friend, because the question needs the context of YOU asking it. The technique I utilize to make the connection takes just as much energy for me as an hour-long reading. It’s a great technique for facilitating conversations between people in different dimensions, but it’s not remote viewing.
What is remote viewing? Well that’s a whole other tangent. RV is a really cool skill set that can get highly accurate data. It’s like a google search in the collective unconscious.
For example, a missing pet: What happened to my cat, Princess?
I, the medium, will talk directly to Princess – but Princess may not know what happened to her. Princess may not know if she is alive or dead. She may just see darkness, or have a story about getting picked up or trapped somewhere, but Princess doesn’t know the address.
You need someone who can go up into the ether, sort through all the strands and locate Princess. You need someone who can zoom in on Princess, and sort through the probability of which potential future is most likely, zoom out, look at the address on the house and give that to you. You need someone who can access the linear strands of time, and travel backwards to see what happened in this timeline, and then zoom forwards to observe likely outcomes.
There are so many challenges with this now. Back in WWII, when my great-grandmother Alwina earned her reputation as a psychic, the work she became known for was actually the above-described remote viewing. She could locate missing soldiers, observe their condition and predict their return home (alive or dead.) With a world war going on, there was a lot of momentum rolling our reality forward. I believe the future was not as complex during the world wars, because so many millions of people were all charging forward, so many decisions had already been made. There was less free-will diversion from the world momentum, so outcomes could be more accurately predicted.
Now, I believe our species is pulling this great rolling momentum back around, and gaining a new momentum. Like the elastic force of gravity, or a swinging pendulum, I think we’re at a turnaround point where it appears we’re standing still, but really, we’re changing direction.
A side effect of this is that our “future” has become less predictable, because there are a lot of people down here really utilizing their free will. There are people, like me, who are changing their “life plans” or pushing them forward. We’re becoming aware of the power of our minds and will, and we’re actively participating in Creation.
With all of this going on, the world turnaround, massive free will exercise, I believe the “future” is more difficult to access and tougher to predict. I literally saw potential futures leap up in my friend’s reading which did not exist a month earlier – and the only thing she did differently was meditate. I have developed a healthy respect for the fluid nature of the “future” and this isn’t even getting into the nature of linear time itself. We experience time as linear, but that doesn’t mean there’s only one timeline, or that we’re living only one life. With such a complexity of timelines and factors, how do I zero in on one?
Can you begin to see the complexity of the question, “Where is my cat, princess?”
“Can you ask my relative in heaven to check it out?”
If I ask your grandmother in spirit where Princess is, she may reply in an instant with all the possible outcomes, all mashed together for my brain to unravel. She might even place more emphasis on certain outcomes that are more likely than others, so at first it can feel like contradictory information. THIS COULD HAPPEN (but maybe this will happen if something changes.)
The question of what happened to Princess is just as complex. There are a lot of timelines, and say Princess is missing in all of them… but Princess could have chosen different ways to go missing. In one timeline, she snuck out of the window, walked down the street and got trapped in the neighbour’s garage. In another timeline, Princess was picked up by animal control. In a third, you’ve already found her. In a fourth, she was hit by a car.
The big issue is that when you’re distressed over a missing loved one, you’re really not in the place to talk about parallel realities / potential futures. You want to know *where* she is, precisely, *right now*.
The trouble is that until the answer is known, it’s a lot like Schrödinger’s cat. Princess is both alive and dead, lost and found… potentially.
For me, with my techniques, the boundaries between dimensions and parallel realities soften. It is possible to develop a skill set like remote viewing, but it’s a specialty. Just like animal communication is a specialty: John Edward’s specialty is talking to people spirits. He accidentally discovered one day that he could also talk to animals, but would John be as skilled an animal communicator as someone who has specialized in it for years? Probably not. So maybe you wouldn’t call John Edward to talk to your dog, but you would call him to talk to your grandmother.
For me, it’s a similar challenge when people ask me for very specific information, such as an equation from Einstein or the secret code for Dr. Stevenson’s locked cabinet.
In the first case, Einstein would have to work with my rudimentary knowledge of finite math, physics and quantum science. He has a very limited dictionary to work with. It’s much better that the engineers and mathematicians of the future develop medium skills so they can ask Einstein themselves.
In the second case, the random numbers selected for the locked cabinet are RANDOM! Therefore, every possible combination of these numbers exists as an unlocking code for the cabinet. I think that if the cabinet were locked with a set of numbers grounded in reality somehow by association – such as the birthday of his grandmother – then this information could come through via mediumship. I may not get the numbers, but I could see him point to his grandmother, see a birthday cake in front of her. I could conclude from that to try all of his grandmother’s birthdays to see if it works.
And BY THE WAY, the point of the locked cabinet was for Dr. Stevenson to PROVE that reincarnation exists. If I or a remote viewer were to pull this information from the ether, that wouldn’t prove reincarnation at all. Besides, I think Dr. S has already reincarnated. He only died like, five years ago, so it would be an unusually quick turnaround, but it happens. I think he’ll walk up to that cabinet one day and unlock it himself, in physical form – I think that’s how he’ll prove reincarnation exists.
My point for this entry is not to communicate how mediumship itself is limited, because what is true for me may not be true for you. It’s just to share how complex a skill set this can be. Just like in medicine you can have your family doctor, your general surgeon, your specialist, your psychiatrist. They’re all doctors, they all went to medical school, but their skill sets are very different and consequently their offerings are unique.
Someone who is a spectacular remote viewer may not be as skilled as I in facilitating a heartfelt conversation between loved ones, between species or across planets. We all choose our specialties, and personally, I’m more drawn to medium work. It is essential for me to draw boundaries and help people understand how to work with me.
And I’m very good at what I do J
So funny I’ve been noticing a pattern here. My ears have felt uncomfortably hot all day. Not red, blushing external hot, it feels like my ear tubes are steaming. The base of my spine is also hot, as is right behind my shoulder blades.
I didn’t sleep well last night, and I slept for most of the day. Weird. I even thought I had a fever… Except I don’t feel *sick* exactly, more like worn out.
And friggin hot. I am going to have to buy more ice packs, they are melting too quickly now.
I googled “hot ears” and came up with a few things that don’t feel right. Then I found this:
Seems about right.
In other news, jean claude, our French Chef has been teaching us about French wine. He recommends which cheese and bread should go with the wine.
(Chef Jean Claude made his debut appearance in a mention here: http://psychicintraining.com/2013/01/19/meanwhile-at-our-house/. He has stuck around and has become a spirited companion in our kitchen and on shopping trips.)
A few weeks ago, he suggested we drink only French wine for a whole year, to educate our pallets. I can’t tell you much yet, other than they were delicious. I didn’t even bother to look up the wine we drank – we’re just becoming familiar with the bottles and the flavours right now.
It’s surprising to me how much I’m enjoying the wine experiment, because I’m not a drinker at all. Generally, maybe I’ll drink a half glass, and probably experience a hangover. I’ve been known to abstain from alcohol for years at a time… But Chef Hean Claude has had me drinking two or three glasses a week!
And really enjoying it. He will go on to describe how the “living beings” in the wine actually helps my body to properly digest the cheese and bread, and shows me an un digested curdle of lactose in my gut if I were to eat the same meal, but drink water instead.
He said that there was a time when wine was considered a human right in France – even prisoners were afforded a basic wine with their meal (depending upon when and where you look).
I was surprised that today’s wine made me feel well-nourished and merry. In general, I believed wine made me weepy. only if you drink the least expensive wine. This wine itself is sad, it is a failure at (the only thing it should be good at) being wine. Of course you cry when you drink the sad wine!
Wine is a celebration for the grape! A good wine is the essence of all life – it has been loved, from the very seed of it’s creation to the moment it dances upon your lips! To know wine is to understand it’s joy, it’s perfection, it’s magnificence! Non, there is no other drink, not even Perrier!
Chef Jean Claude informed us we should spend a year in study of Italian wine after French, and then six months for Portugal & Spain, before re-integrating domestic wines. This will ensure our pallets know what a wine should celebrate, and we can appreciate the energy of the wine, not merely it’s label.
This is not a hobby to which I had aspired, but I have to admit, it’s a lot of fun! And after my second glass this afternoon, I didn’t care that my ears were hot. Sweetie & I took the dogs to the beach, had a nap on the sand, and I came home feeling much better.
Oh! And while I was on the beach I heard our Chef say his second name clearly. Claude. J’mapelle Jean-Claude
I think I hear Jean Claude in French because I do speak some French, and he prefers that language to my usual “Englush”
I realized in that moment why my ears were hot – they are working on them again, in preparation for the readings I’ve booked tomorrow.
My psychic ears are burning!
Today I listened to a Karen Hagar podcast with guest Suzy Miller:
If you’d like to listen to it too, you can hear it here: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/fogcitypsychic/2013/04/24/out-of-the-fog-spiritual-gifts-of-autism-with-suzy-miller
(I prefer to listen to all of this via itunes, where you can subscribe to podcasts and have them automatically download. You don’t need an iphone/ipad/imac for this to work, just a computer and you can download itunes for free.)
Suzy’s website will give you the details on who she is, in addition to being yet another member of society who views children diagnosed with Autism as being gifted rather than disabled.
I wanted to post this here quickly, because one of my clients from the KAAAW! Weekend spoke about this, and I’m sorry I can’t remember which one it was! But you’re a reader, and possibly you already know about Suzy Miller.
This idea first came to me after reading Temple Grandin’s books about animals:
Temple is a classically trained scientist and has stated emphatically that she doesn’t believe in animal telepathic communication; as a woman with autism, has sensed / observed the cues that many pets rely upon to know when their owner is coming home.
She pointed out that animals, like her, can certainly hear the unique hum of the owner’s vehicle, 10 stories below. They recognize the pattern of their human’s footsteps, they hear the elevator door open. At this point, the dog would rush to the door to greet the human they knew was coming.
Temple concluded that pets do not have telepathic connections with their owners, they merely observe their environment in a more complete way. While I obviously do believe telepathic communication is possible and happens all the time, I was fascinated by the idea that certain *types* of people would have a more “animal” experience of the world.
I intuitively made a connection: since autistic kids experience the world in a more complete sensory picture, perhaps they’re immersed in the telepathic aspect of the animal experience too.
Now, here is Suzy, stating emphatically that kids with autism absolutely *DO* communicate telepathically, and the fascinating stories of her work with her colleagues and these special kids make me want to jump for joy!
Her stories reminded me of a little non-verbal toddler I saw last summer. I don’t know if this girl was considered autistic or not, but I immediately noticed her. She had a glow.
She looked at my dog, Happy, and started to approach with the intention of petting him. Happy immediately barked in his “stay away” warning. Happy is a hyper-sensitive dog, and doesn’t enjoy being petted.
This little girl stopped in her tracks, scrunched up her face and aimed the center of her forehead at Happy with this look of intense concentration. I heard the conversation as though over a loud speaker:
Why do you bark at me, I just want to be friends?
You are big, fast and you scare me. Please stay away.
The girl’s face relaxed and I could see her mulling over this concept that she scared my dog, and that my dog thought of her as big – in her toddler world, everyone was bigger than her, but that was no reason to be frightened. She was trying to figure it out.
The exchange was so intense, that the girl’s father noticed and was trying to get her to snap out of it by poking her with his toe, calling her name, snapping his fingers and tapping her head. If he understood he was interrupting a conversation, it would’ve been considered rude.
Since that experience, I’ve given ALL non-verbal kids credit for telepathic communication, and this is when I started talking to babies. Most kids will respond to communication telepathically, and I’ve found that suddenly babies and young toddlers are smiling at me. I never had much of a knack with children before now.
“Are you helping Mom with the grocery shopping? Did Mom get you some food to eat later?”
(child replies with picture of glass jar with apple on it)
“Did you get apples?”
(I send the child the taste of apples – child smiles, and sends me another picture, yellow/orange squash?)
“Did you get squash to eat later? Or Yams?”
(I send the child those flavours, she laughs!)
I’ve tried this technique with older, non-verbal adults who through injury, illness or disease have lost the ability to speak. So far, none of them received the messages I sent out, and I think that’s because they just don’t recognize it. Kids recognize it immediately.
I used to think that everyone should know sign language, because so many of us are deaf, or become deaf in life, even if it’s just to old age. If everyone’s grandkids could communicate with sign language, a lot of grandparents would feel more included in their family’s lives. Besides, sign language is handy to communicate when you don’t want to wake a baby, or if you’re across a crowded, loud room from each other.
But now I think that telepathic communication is something we should all know, because then we can bridge the gap not only between generations and “disabilities”, but across species and eventually, across galaxies.
Suzy Miller is among the first to answer the call to learn FROM our differently-abled kids, rather than insist they integrate into our pre-existing culture.
You go, girl!
Just a heads up: I’m starting a new project this week that I’ll roll out probably in the next couple of months. For the month of May, I will be splitting my energy between this project, the weekly CE post and this blog, so you may notice a decrease in frequency of posts for a little bit.
As I recall, this happened this time last year. I guess Spring is just a really creative time for me. J
Anyway, I thought I’d let you know, and let myself off the hook a little bit here, because this new project is going to be awesome, and I’ve been wanting to do it for a long time!
Ha ha ha haaaa! I’ll write about it when it’s ready.