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It’s my 44th birthday!
I know I haven’t written much since we moved to Victoria, because our life has changed so drastically – but I learned something funny today and I’m going to share it…. because we all go through uncertain times, and the hardest part is often not knowing how it’s going to turn out.
Well, I know how it turned out!
If you go back to early 2019, you’ll find a blog post from a worried and devastated Past Kate, having received notice of eviction. Our beloved rental home had sold.
I LOVED that place. It was a 3 bedroom duplex, one of my friends was living on the other side of the duplex, I was living my gardener’s dream in the back yard, I’d built the cats an outdoor enclosure, there was a laundry room, I had an office, Sweetie had a studio.
There were deer, migratory birds, a fire pit in our back yard, and a 30 year old rose bush in the front that filled the house with cut blooms from June to October!
God, I loved living there! It was where I healed after my Mom’s death, it was where I created the podcast, it was home to real christmas trees and Sweetie’s art show creations.
The full size kitchen had a window over the sink that looked into the backyard. It was a 10 minute walk from the beach, and the landlords were responsive when there was a problem, but otherwise left us entirely alone.
It was perfect… but it never felt permanent. The whole time we were there, I knew it was borrowed time. Real estate had doubled and then doubled again in the past decade, and our landlords were retired. At some point we figured they would want to cash out – and in 2019 when the market hit a new high, they listed.
So I started applying for jobs. There was literally nothing to rent and nothing to buy under 400k, which we could not afford. When we hosted visitors they all commented how nice it would be if Sweetie and I could buy that place, but it was not to be.
As much as I loved our 11 years in Tofino & Ucluelet, I knew we weren’t making enough money.
We got by, for sure, but it wasn’t sustainable, and Sweetie and I had seriously discussed making a move before – but how could we leave our amazing rental home, a job I loved, and the incredible west coast?
In the end, we were pushed. Facing eviction with nowhere local to live, I was able to secure another healthcare job in Victoria.
It was so hard, those first six months. My job was 4pm to midnight, so i was chronically sleep deprived. The communal office environment with micro-managed tasks was a world away from the autonomy and respect I was used to, and I dearly missed my Tofino Hospital colleagues. I did a lot of crying, but I had a lot of hope – because we had what we needed to make a good life in Victoria, we just needed to figure it out.
It was during the first few months in Victoria that I saw our Ucluelet rental house listed for rent again. The new owners evicted us by saying they were going to live in the unit themselves – but it turned out they just wanted to try and rent it for double what we paid. In BC this is illegal, but I did not have the mental capacity to fight it at the time, which is probably what they were banking on. This hurt. But we just had to keep going.
And then things started to improve. We bought our first home – a 600sq foot condo tucked in the side of a 1980s building, with a balcony bursting with petunias in summer, and an ocean breeze all year. I love this place even more than the house, because thank goodness, it is ours. It has enabled us to become stable, and feel safe, and save for the future. We have great next door neighbours here too, with a little girl we get to watch grow up who waves at our cat when he is perched on the balcony railing and she shouts, “Hi Neighbour!!!”
The first months after we bought our home, the bathroom flooded. Like, we had to rip it out. Insurance claim. The whole deal. The stress! But it gave us a chance to install a deep bathtub, and it’s one of my favourite parts of our home now.
Three months after we moved in, covid happened. What I know now is that covid changed everything about my old Tofino Hospital job. I was so profoundly grateful to not be working in patient care areas during covid. I was SO damn lucky. Most of my old colleagues moved on during or after covid, and because of covid, my new job in Victoria is now work from home – and the hours have changed to 2pm-10pm which is SO MUCH more manageable.
It took four years to settle into our new life, but in every way I can say this life is better. I can still get on a boat and see the *exact same orcas* I used to see in Tofino – the T109s often swim down here.
There are horses nearby to ride (which is a goal this summer) and better yet my close friends have moved to this side of the island! I see them much more than i would if I were still in Tofino.
I heard a funny thing on some TV show recently and it stuck in my mind: “There is a god, her name is Karma, and she is hilarious!”
That thought came to mind today when on a whim, I searched up Ucluelet real estate for sale, and lo: our old home is for sale! For – get this – exactly the same price it was purchased for in 2019! (I remember because I couldn’t afford it.)
It hit me that maybe the new owners are selling because THEY cannot afford it. They possibly got a variable rate mortgage, and by the look of our old unit with a wall torn out and hasty patchwork flooring that wasn’t there before, it looks like the place flooded. (Something that happens if the tenants don’t insulate the outdoor hose in winter and the pipe bursts. Too bad they evicted the tenants who knew that, eh?)
Their payments might have increased by thousands a month because they bought both sides of the duplex, and probably financed both sides the same way.
They haven’t done any of the work the place needed (windows, roof) and they’re using the raised garden beds I installed as a selling point!
Isn’t that interesting how things sometimes work out?
Do I have a bit of schaudenfreude? Yes. I’m not proud of it, but I admit I feel a weight lifting knowing the people who evicted us in bad faith appear to be getting evicted from ownership. I felt such moral distress at the time. We don’t live in a fair or just world, but I have to just believe there is some larger karmic balance at play – and what a sweet moment to actually see it at work. I don’t know what happened, I don’t wish bad things on them, it’s just a fascinating spontaneous phenomenon of the universe – like the aurora borealis, mysterious and beautiful. Karma at work, I am in awe.
I’m not an “everything happens for a reason” person. I don’t believe that’s true. We all go through tough periods in life. Tough periods feel tough because change is hard, uncertainty is uncomfortable, and loss is painful – but through that process, we can end up in unexpected, better places. Places we might not have picked for ourselves, but work out beautifully.
I am so grateful this is how my story of the past few years has worked out.
In some parallel universe where the new owners let us stay in 2019, we would *right now* be facing a possible eviction by yet another buyer, instead of sitting in our own home.
I still love that house, and I’m going to say a little prayer for it tonight. I hope that house sells to someone who will care for it. I hope they fix the roof, update the windows, and replace the linoleum. I hope they put in a new picket fence and I really, REALLY hope they love that rose bush as much as I did.
I hope they fill the front garden with flowers and the back yard with vegetables. I hope they feed the hummingbirds and raise kids and dogs there. I hope they have nice neighbours who gives them wine for mowing both sides of the yard. I hope that house gets a good life, and gives a wonderful home to brand new people. I hope that home gets a fresh start, just like we have here.
I have closed my bookings for six months, just to give me a chance to catch up on how far I’ve booked in advance, and to make sure I have some flexibility to get life stuff accomplished. All good things.
At this point I’m not sure exactly when I will reopen my books for appointments, but when I do I will let you know!
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I hope you are well and looking forward to the new year! Christmas is coming up fast, and I’m afraid I haven’t had time to do my usual launch / email series for New Year Report cards this year, so I’m posting here on the blog letting you know that YES! They are available again this year!
You can book your New Year Report Card here!
Take care, stay safe, and do something cozy for these long winter nights!
Lots of love for the winter solstice season, Kate
Hello my Friends!
I hope you are all doing well, that you’re safe and you’re enjoying summer! (Victoria BC has sunshine at last!)
It’s been two years since the last time I had a pet session special, and I’m so happy to offer this special to the next 3 people who book!
Have you added a new animal friend to your family? Are you going back to the office more and working from home less? Do you have a trip coming up? A new petsitter? A move?
Would you like to speak with your animal friend, hear their observations, experience their personality in this unique way?
Now is the time to book!
Talk to you soon! Kate
Moving to Victoria was a big life shift for me in so many ways. The most noticeable change for my blog friends will be that I just have not been able to produce new content. Maybe I can get out a post or two a year, but that’s just how things are right now.
I did a post last year about my boat trip to see the orcas, and just a few days after that, I did a trip to learn about falconry and handle some amazing raptors. Friends, that’s a post I’ve been wanting to do ever since JULY. JULY!!!! And it’s March already now! UGH!
I’m still here, I’m still being psychic and my sessions have been regularly booking. I am so grateful to my clients and my blog friends who are still interested in my services even though I’m not able to create new content right now.
When I started this blog, I used to just work 30 hours per week, and I spent 8 – 15 hours a week working on the blog or my podcast. There are many reasons why I do not want to make my psychic business my full time income, and that has never been my goal. Now, not only do I work 40 hours a week at my new job, and I continue to do sessions almost every Sunday, but I’m working through school. It’s going steadily, but very slowly, because I have to make progress in the 1 – 3 hours per day I can find before I go to work. There just is not time for blog posts or new podcast episodes while I’m working full time, doing sessions part time, and working through school part time.
It won’t be like this forever, and I love writing and creating this content too much to set this aside permanently. This is just my current phase of life. I am sure I’ll come back to writing here, I’m just not sure when right now. The whole reason I’m putting so much work into my employed life and my student life right now is so that I can ultimately start to progress in my employment / work life again, which is not only exciting and an enriching path forward in my life, it will also, eventually, mean I will have *more time* for my spiritual practice. I will ALWAYS be a practising psychic, and I anticipate even after I retire from my employment life, I’ll be doing sessions for the rest of my time on earth.
For now, this blog will be a way for me to keep in touch with you and let you know when I’m running a special on my sessions. I do this at least once a year, usually twice per year, and if you’d like me to email you with my specials and discounts on sessions, please join the Friendship Circle! You will immediately get a coupon code for your next session with me when you join the Friendship Circle, and you’ll be sure to receive all of the other special offers I have just as soon as I create them.
You can always reach out to me personally by emailing firstname.lastname@example.org
New Year Report Cards are all booked up!
Now, because I usually give a “last three sessions” warning – but I didn’t keep as close an eye on the bookings this year – if you *really wanted to book one* just send me an email in the next few days and I will squeeze you in for spring!
You can email me at: email@example.com
Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who booked this year! I am really looking forward to talking to you all in 2021!
Hello my friends! New Year Report Cards are here in time for January!
**** UPDATE! January booked up within 3 hours of this posting! That’s the FASTEST a month has ever sold out! Now booking February onward! ****
What a year 2020 has been for us all! I have taken a big comfort in knowing that the themes and challenges of this year, we have all experienced together.
And now, together, we can look forward to a bright new start in 2021!
New Year Report Cards are a 45-minute phone session, where we consult with your guides, spirit friends, and family, to review how your experiences in 2020 have related to your own incarnation goals and growth for this life, and then look ahead to what is peaking through for 2021!
You will receive an MP3 recording of our call which you can download, keep, and refer back to as the year progresses!
I want to thank all of the faithful fans of past New Year Report Cards, who book these sessions each year!
Most of my New Year Report Card sessions are with people who have had report cards in previous years, and especially enjoy seeing how the messages from their session unfold each year!
Because these sessions are the most popular special I offer, I do try to ensure I can fit in a few more New Year Report Card sessions each year (which is why I’m launching the special earlier this time!)
You can book yours now!
Your NEW YEAR REPORT CARD will be:
* A 45-minute Phone Session
* A summary of 2020
* An overview of the coming year
* Guidance and gentle nudges from your spirit friends for the New Year!
If Sundays don’t work for you…
Please book the next available Sunday spot to ensure you don’t miss out, and then email me, firstname.lastname@example.org, and we will find a date and time that works for us both!
If you have any questions at all, you can reach me or my lovely Office Goddess just by replying to this email.
Talk to you soon!
I found some time today to sit at a tiny harbour where I like to watch the wildlife. Every day I see something cool, and I try to make a point of biking out here every day to get in some exercise and take care of my mental health. Sitting by the harbour, where I can usually spot seals, but have seen a glorious number of birds too, including: great blue herons, bald eagles, migrating vultures, harlequin ducks, barred owls (and chicks) and today I see two kingfishers chasing each other and vocalizing loudly.
As an animal communicator, I like to tune in to try and figure out what’s going on, but there is a fine line there. You don’t want to be the annoying human who’s always butting into animal business. “Hey! You! Kingfisher! Whatcha doing?!”
Instead I mostly observe and try to pick up on their feelings and motivations. Animals, especially wildlife, make me happy to simply observe their behaviour.
This is why, when I had my first vacation in a year and a half, I made a point to include animals.
My first order of business was to go on a whale watch.
I would really like to see the (endangered) southern resident orcas one day, but as their numbers are falling it’s rare to see them on tours. Instead, you’re more likely to see transient orcas, and I was hoping to see one group or the other. I was not disappointed!
You might remember my first and second ever lifetime sighting of orcas? The first time, off Tofino, I saw a baby orca, so new he was still orange. I then saw *exactly the same pod* years later on a trip off of Victoria! Of all the orcas in the ocean, how cool to see the same individuals? I got to see them feed both times as well. While the residents who only know how to hunt salmon are not doing well, the transients who hunt pretty much any sea mammal are doing just fine, thank you very much.
The really exciting thing about my whale trip this year was I got to see a massive, mature male orca in the wild for the first time. He is named Galiano (or T18B). He is many people’s favourite orca because he is just so damn *impressive*.
The funny thing about this tough guy, is he is a total mama’s boy. He travels almost full time with his mother. He loves her, he looks to her for leadership and he depends upon her for company.
I had always assumed that like elephants, who are also matriarchal societies, that all male orcas left their pod of origin after sexual maturity… and this does tend to be the norm with orcas too, according to the wildlife biologist on our tour.
Galiano, it seems, just loves his mama.
Another interesting thing I learned from the wildlife expert aboard is that when a female member of a pod goes into oestrus (her fertile period) the grandmother or dominant female of the pod will go with the fertile female to leave the pod and go find a nice healthy male to mate with… who is not her brother.
The biologist also explained how the sonar biology in these whales worked – how it allowed them to see even the inside of our boat, inside each other and their prey.
I thought to myself, “Wow! What must it be like to be able to see inside everyone’s body!” And I asked Galiano, “Could you please show me the amazing way you see with clicks?”
He obliged instantly. It was actually startling, how much information he had on *everyone aboard the ship*.
One of the women aboard had a hip replacement – he showed my he could see the difference. It registered to him as an injury, which to him was curious. Humans aren’t considered as prey in general, but a potentially crippling injury is always… interesting… to a predator.
Galiano showed me the topographical details of the bottom of the ocean right up to the shore, and for miles around. He showed me where his next “snack” was, a fat seal perched atop a rock. As it was low tide, the seal was out of reach, but Galiano was looking forward to going back to that rock just before the tide came up to the seal. It was like he was telling me about a bag of chips he was going to eat later. He was pretty confident in his ability to just “go get it”. Transient orcas hunt successfully, and eat, multiple times a day, so I think Galiano’s confidence was justified.
Finally, Galiano showed me two other orcas frim his pod which were out of human sight but close by orca standards, and another two orcas further out to sea, fourty miles at least, and how the six of them had just communicated and decided to meet up at a rocky spot close to shore but much further from Victoria. They were going to try for a sea lion. Sea lions are not as fatty as seals, and there’s more meat, but it’s easier to hunt when there are six of you.
I’d love to be a transient orca in some future incarnation. I completely understand why their brains need to be so much more complex than humans’; the sheer volume of detailed information they are constantly processing about their environment, their prey, and their pod members positions and activities relative to those things is astounding.
Sometimes, after a communication like this, I have a bit of an adjustment coming back to the human way of living. Our ability to take in detail is so limited. Our vision sucks. Our memory is TERRIBLE in comparison to an orca.
If an orca has to describe a crime they witnessed, they would be able to describe all the people, all the inanimate objects, how the crime happened as though they had a frame by frame camera in their brain.
“So the 5’6” male with heart disease, hazel eyes, curly brown hair, and a 1”scar on his left kneecap lunged across the 3’ wide formica counter top to grab the gold chain off of the 5’8” blond blue eyed man with the formerly broken nose and pins in his ankle…”
Incredible, right? They remember this intricate detail because it could be relevant for their next hunt.
I just love orcas.
Got to interact closely with ANOTHER apex predator on my vacation, but I’ll save that story for the next post.
Have a great day!
Isn’t it March 1648th? No?
I am amazed at how quickly this past year and a half has blown by, because now, I finally feel grounded again. It’s a truly wonderful feeling.
I was fortunate enough to affect this reset in my energy and mindset with a very nice two week vacation. I did some really cool things I do want to write about in more detail, when I have a bit more time to do those experiences justice.
Being able to spend time with wild and domesticated animals, and one of my best friends, really made a world of difference for me. I may have mentioned this past spring, noticing how beautiful all the flowering trees are, here in Victoria. I failed to notice them in 2019, or they failed to register as beautiful, due to the stress I was under at the time.
Well, the same thing is happening this fall. I am noticing how very lovely the fall colours are here. In the majestic rainforest of the west coast, where the volume of rainfall per year is significantly more than *anywhere else in the country* the trees that thrive in that environment aren’t species that display fall colours. The environment is does change seasonally, but it’s subtle, not spectacular, and I have to admit I have missed the brilliance of the fall foliage display in Northern Ontario.
In noticing how I’m noticing the beauty around me again, I’m also noticing my body round a new corner. During my vacation, I wanted to *do* so much. Among the super-fun animal things I did which I’ll write about another day, I wanted to paint our condo, which was an activity I found to be surprisingly strenuous. My physical condition has been improving steadily since my surgery *two years ago* now, but I kept hitting walls in my recovery. It has taken a lot of patience and perseverance, but I am thrilled to discover that as of this month, I think my body is NORMAL again!
By normal, I mean I can physically exert myself, and it feels good instead of painful. I actually improve when I increase my activity instead of re-injuring myself. Last fall, I was on an uptick, and I walked *just a little further* than I had the previous day, and threw my back out for a week. That set me back three months. It’s been annoying. It was difficult to resist the thought that maybe this was just my new normal, now.
I must confess though, I think what made the difference was doubling my physio exercises. When Covid hit, and I could not longer access the massage therapy I had been relying upon to stay functional, the sheer anxiety of experiencing another physical setback gave me the determination to do my physio exercises twice a day, instead of once a day. After three months, when I could do back to my massage therapist, I was noticing a difference and some little improvements, but over my vacation I took a big leap forward.
I don’t know whether it was the having the stress relief of a bit of vacation time, or if my body finally just got there, but in the last three weeks, I’ve reached a point where I can hike for several kilometers, and bike for many more! I may not go fast, but I can do it!
The quality of life implications for this are *huge* – because so many of the things I love doing involve this moderate level of exercise. I’m not trying to do anything special, I’m just trying to get back to where I was when I would have a day off and look forward to going on a new hike.
I have also started my Human Resource Management program, which adds another 3 hours of sedentary sitting time to my day, in addition to my 8 hour work day. So in order to avoid becoming an actual banana slug in a hoodie, or, you know, completely screwing up my back forever, I am making sure I get out for a good hike or a bike ride every day as soon as I wake up. I might take an hour or more outside, and feel sweaty and tired when I get back. I’ll hop in the shower, have some breakfast, and then actually be in a really good headspace to study and learn about labour laws and employment relationships.
After a few hours at my desk, I have a snack, pack my lunch and head to work. Although my current job is not my favourite, and I really miss my coworkers at Tofino Hospital, I can see how my new job serves a greater purpose in my future, because it actually *is* human resource related. Without intending to, I managed to get a job that will actually count as experience in my new chosen field when I complete my certificate and am able to pursue new job opportunities. (I plan on continuing on to get an associate’s degree, and a bachelor’s in the next ten years, but let’s just take this one step at a time, shall we?)
Now, when I show up at my job, having exercised and spent a few hours working productively towards my long-term goals, my Monday – Friday doesn’t seem as tedious or frustrating. It feels just right, actually. I’m even grateful I have the evening shift, because utilizing the morning for exercise and the afternoon for studying is working out very well.
I think I just might be able to keep this up.
I will find time in the next few weeks to write about my awesome adventure with whales and harris hawks!
I hope this season has brought some good things into your life as well. We’re getting there, my friends. Stay healthy y’all.
Hi folks. How have you all been?
I do want to thank you all who booked the Pet Session Special! My schedule is now full until November 2020, thanks to you all, and the Pet Session Special is now done.
I’ve been thinking about what type of post I’d like to contribute right now. There are a few things I’ve seen circulating I’d like to address.
Last month, Sweetie made me aware of a psychic on youtube who stated George Floyd died for a purpose, and that he didn’t want to see all these protests, because he only wanted love and understanding.
That upset me for quite some time. Of course, unfortunately, this was a white lady.
White lady psychics, man. There’s a reason I’m a solitary practitioner. I have friendly, collaborative relationships with other spiritual practitioners, for sure, but I haven’t engaged in group events because you just never know what a spiritual white person is going to pull out of their butt. I think it’s my frustration with myself, too, my younger ignorance when I did, for example, adopt smudging as a part of my own spiritual practice, without thinking too deeply about it.
Do y’all remember my podcast episode with Hillary and her horses?
Hillary posted on facebook yesterday about the use of the phrases “white witch” and “black magic” etc. This led to a conversation about smudging, and sooooooo many problematic responses from people followed. It was pretty familiar, as this happened to me years ago when I posted about cultural appropriation regarding smudging. I’m glad to see some more people get on board. Slow, arduous progress is still progress. Let’s keep it moving forward!
Anyway, back to this youtube psychic who stated George Floyd did not approve of the protests because *love*. Y’all know this is BS, right? I didn’t need to say it?
I think it’s terribly cruel to the family and community of George Floyd to say he died for a reason – to spark change. Too many people have died already. None of them needed to die. To say they died for this purpose, to me, this lacks some fundamental empathy. It’s not spiritual to say someone was murdered for a good cause. Y’all know that, right? I didn’t have to say it? Thanks for reading. It’s been on my mind, and I just wanted to put that out there.
We need empathy, deep listening skills, and the ability to do what’s right without needing acknowledgement or credit.
I really enjoyed Dr. Lana & Mimi’s podcast episode on Empathy – this hit home for me, and what I’ve been thinking about lately.
So let’s do something fun!
Freddie immediately comes in with the strength of empathy – he says,
F: It’s an interesting / powerful topic, the idea that things, some things, happen for a reason. I used to believe that, in my younger years; it was easy to see the links of one thing leading to another in a short life.
It wasn’t until later, (shows me the HIV / AIDS epidemic) that it became clear not all things, certainly not all deaths, happen for a reason. (He extends deep empathy to everyone.)
The current worldwide pandemic, the virus that has a small percent chance of killing you, (he gives a side-eye as AIDS was 100% fatal in his time as there were no effective treatments) is frightening. But there is a reason it is happening:
The pandemic happened because of the divisions between people. It is worse because of the divisions. It’s mirroring the AIDS catastrophe, because so much could have been done early on, and was not done, because it wasn’t affecting a population which powerful people cared about.
AIDS was “the gay disease” for some time, and gay people were sidelined for so long in our society, that it made it easy for people to rationalise their bigotry, their lack of empathy or sense of responsibility to life a finger to help.
Here, with this worldwide respiratory virus, we see the same human behaviour – and because this is a virus that does not need such close human contact to spread, but can be caught merely by breathing – we might have thought this would have a unifying effect. In some places, it has.
In England, and across the USA, and in certain other countries with disorganised leadership, or a disenfranchised populace, you can see the same thing happening to your communities, on a massive world scale.
I would do another concert, if I could. I would (stream live on the internet, for free) if I could. I wish I could.
Remember, friends, that hard times do not eliminate us. We rise up, again! Life is not easy for most of us. We think of death as the big unknown (laughs) LIFE, my friends – THAT is the great unknown! How we try to bring predictability and control to life, with varying success. Stability is usually temporary, and even those of us who have had wealth in life, know that finance is not the only crucial piece.
This is why we need each other. My friends, my chosen family, the people in my life who I loved, still love, they are what brought me through the hardest parts of my life.
Reach out to each other. Send some love, do someone a favour, ask for a favour, don’t hold on to expectation.
(Freddie remembers when he felt burned out, after a long haul of concerts followed by isolation and some drug use.) Forgive your own limits, too. Try not to be an asshole about it, apologise if you have been rude.
K: (teasing) I guess we all need reminders of the kindergarten social rules, eh?
F: We do sometimes revert to a childlike brain under stress. Children with credit cards. (laughs)
K: Do we need to “parent” ourselves? Our own inner children?
F: Well, that’s the point, sometimes we can’t. That’s where our friends, our chosen family rises up to support us. Love them back!
(Freddie is pointing out that loving feedback from family, friends, community, is LOVE, and that participating in difficult conversations WITH LOVE can help keep the communication flowing.)
F: That’s where the love belongs. Not to halt much needed social movements, or revolutions, but to spur them onward. To say, “I love you, and this needs to change. I love you, and I hear rebuke of me.” That love can create safety amongst family, friends, community. Love is shown through action.
Keep pushing. Keep speaking. Keep marching. And singing!
K: Okay, and now I’d like to go back to pick up the questions people left for you last year (sorry it takes so long, folks.)
*** Elizabeth Agate Edit
What past life influenced you the most?
F: It’s difficult to choose, I would say the childhoods of most of my past lives influenced me the most. I found the more lives I had, the more I relished childhood, and attempted to maintain that… simplicity of approach towards other humans. As we evolve in our individual lives, we construct a language in which we speak to ourselves. Many of us have internal narrators reflecting our own inner thoughts back to us, so we may process them clearly.
Children have not developed this level of sophistication, or complexity. Childhood innocence can be a universal language, speaking to our most profound needs, our core capacity to connect as human beings.
… (as an aside) I wish I had a past lifetime as a centaur to tell you about, but alas! (teasing smile)
Will my books one day be wide known? ❤
F: Cherie, I cannot predict the future for you. If you love writing, keep writing. Use your talent to connect with others. Pay no regard to the number of people you reach, each person is important.
Years ago while sitting in a psychic development class I joked about ” I will sing when I can channel Elvis”. Someone suggested Freddie because he is more available. Moments later I saw purple foot prints across the green carpet. My question, was that Freddie Mercury?
F: (singing!) YES OF COOOOOURSE! Talk to me!
Sometimes actors play these “dead” celebrities so well that I wonder if they are somehow channeling the actual energy of the entities that they are portraying. I was wondering whether Freddie was actively channeling through Rami Malek during the performance and if other spirit celebrities have done the same in other movies? And if this actually happens, what are their reasons for channeling their energy through the actors?
F: YES! I adore Rami, he spoke to me privately, in the shower (ha ha!) which is an excellent location to talk with friends who happen to be dead. We had our own connection, I congratulated him immediately when he was awarded the part. He felt connected to me before that, and channeled that passion in his audition. I whispered in the casting staffer’s ears, “you had better cast him!” They did! I am thrilled. They did a wonderful job, everyone on that project. My heartfelt thanks to them all, and my family and friends who helped.
That’s our impromptu session with Freddy today. I literally just googled “fun dead people to talk with” and his image came up.
Stay well, my friends.