I awoke at 5:30 Monday morning without an alarm.  I actually couldn’t find my alarm, so I asked whoever was watching over me that night to please wake me up at 6:00… so I was a bit surprised when I woke up a half hour early. 

Then I heard this was because I needed to carry some information with me into my day, and in order for me to understand this, it was best I hear it just as I was waking up, when my mind was still supple and open to new ideas.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the nature of creation, of divinity and What It All Means.  I guess it’s natural to go there, particularly if you’re stretching your psychic legs.  It just leads to so many questions which inevitably leads to the Big Question about life, the universe and everything.

I don’t know who was showing me all this.

First, I was shown a dot.  This is one moment in time. 

Now, stretch the dot out.  It is a two dimensional line, linear time.  This is how we experience and understand time.

Now, the line begins to move, typical wave.  This is the perception of time thorough-out  the possibilities.  Time is not static, but in motion, possibilities branch out.

Some have used the idea of a web to describe this.  I see a fractal.  Say every choice you make has two options.  The results lead to more choices, each with two options.  The possibilities branch outwards, on and on.

Back to the wave.  Watch it.  Now, imagine the line of the wave is a skipping rope.  Tilt the image so you are looking at the line from the perspective of someone holding the rope.  Suddenly, you see the line is not moving just up and down, but in a circle, around and around.  This is the fourth dimension. 

I hear the words:  “The fourth dimension is Thought.”

It seems so obvious to me all of a sudden.  Thought.  We experience our world through our senses, as our bodies allow.  Yet we also experience our lives through thought.

Now here’s where it starts to build.  If this was my cat, she’d be patting my face right now and asking “Do you get it?  Are you with me so far?”

Thought is the first element of creation.  We conceive of something, it is that conception which begins to bring the thought into our reality.  Thought ultimately creates our reality.  All our thoughts together.

Imagine.

Thoughts are affected by gravity.  This is something Albie and my spirit guide Aries has explained to me before.  The thoughts of every creature and being on earth has created an atmosphere of thought around our planet.  So it is with other planets.  Some thoughts may be intentionally transmitted through space, over vast distances.  Some thoughts float out of our atmosphere and out to sea.  Perhaps they will be stumbled upon later, like a message in a bottle.

This concept of the thought atmosphere is something I’ve been comfortable with for years.  I concluded this must be so after I found myself walking around thinking of a particular episode of the Simpsons.  Later, that episode would be on TV.  This happened so many times, I came to the conclusion that if enough people are thinking about something, it becomes accessible to me.

As thoughts are affected by gravity, and like to hang around planets, so thoughts, ideas, imagination, reaches out into the universe and exerts its affect in the world of physics.  Physicists call it “dark matter” – the unknown, as yet unmeasured substance floating around in the universe affecting the gravity of all things in orbit in the universe.

I’ve been receiving gentle reminders of what to focus upon in my day.  I tend to worry about things, and so I can pass a whole day running various scenarios through my head.  I learned from my mother that constant vigilance is essential to survival – that you must imagine every possible thing which can go wrong and anticipate your response to it so that you have a plan when one of these things inevitably happens.

But what if my relentless worrying was creating my reality?  What if my worrying about money actually creates more distance between me and cash flow?  What if worrying about Sweetie’s minor illness actually makes it worse? 

But then, where does intuition end and worrying begin? 

I have a lot of books coming into my life right now; the one I’m most looking forward to is Linda Keen’s Across the Universe.  A dear friend is sending it to me in the mail.  I am *so* looking forward to reading about her adventure-conversations with John Lennon. 

Ellie’s mother, visiting her daughter from the city, mentioned the surprising array of “new age” books at our local bookstore.  Immediately I tweaked – I knew there was something there for me.  Sure enough, I found a copy of a book I’ve been wanting to read:  Brian Weiss’ Many Lives, Many Masters.   I’ve really enjoyed his guided meditations, and in listening to Lisa William’s podcast interview of Brian, decided I simply *must* read his books.  I devoured his first book in a single, hungry, gulp.  I know I’ll do the same with Across the Universe.

Meanwhile, delightful e-readers have come into our lives, surprise Christmas presents from my Sweetie’s dear mother.  I had never pegged myself as an e-reader type.  You can’t take them into the bath.  You can’t smell them.  You can’t fondle them and stare at the covers for hours.  But there’s an amazing benefit to e-readers:

Unlimited libraries available over the internet.

Sweetie just downloaded a collection of “100 New-Age and Supernatural Books” all in .pdf format.  Among this collection is Brian Weiss’ second book, Only Love is Real.  I’ll have to devote a separate entry to what I think about his first book, but in short, I’ll say it’s great.  I would be re-reading it right now except that *someone* has hidden it from me.  It’s vanished.  I didn’t bring it out of the house.  I’ve turned the house upside down.  I don’t know where it is, so I’m forced to move onto other books.

The one I’m currently reading is Conversations with God.  Again, I’ll say it’s great.

With both books I’d say most of it really feels like I’m peeling away some dirty blanket to reveal a shiny, undamaged truth beneath.  Much of it resonated instantly with me as truth.  Some of it I’ll leave behind, I think.  I think this is what we all have to do – seek out the truth for ourselves, collect our thoughts and experiences to carry forward. 

Which brings me back to thought.  Since thought is as much a part of how we experience our incarnation, how much of our thought, like our experience, is limited by our bodies? 

And when we carry some of our thought baggage with us to the other side after we die, does that, in a way, help us retain our humanity after death? 

I’ve talked with enough spirits now to believe that sometimes we carry our life’s work with us into the afterlife.  If we didn’t finish what we meant to do when we incarnated, we must repeat the lesson – or sometimes our chart continues after death.  Sometimes we reincarnate, but sometimes we remain on the other side but closer to the earth.  In this state, sometimes we retain our last life’s identity (but not always).

These spirits who hold on to their past lives on earth very closely will sometimes share with me all the emotion they continue to experience.  Spirits in this form can get run down, need healing, time to recharge.     

I have not yet met an angel who communicates emotion or even past life experience in this way.  Yet, I understand that some of us incarnated humans are on our way to becoming angels.  What are the thoughts of angels?  Do they worry? 

Wow, I’m getting an answer:

No, angels do not worry.  Angelhood is a release of this burden of emotion, but not the experience. 

 

What do angels think about?

 

God. 

 

You think about God all the time?  Is that it?

 

Everything we do is God.  Everything we are, our work, the love we distribute, the songs we inspire, the children we protect.  All of it is God.

 

Ah, I’m reading something about this in Conversations with God right now.  What do you think about that book?

 

It is in Heaven’s Library under “Almost there.”

 

Ha!  I guess I’m reading the “Almost There” books, eh?

 

Angel smiles, kisses my forehead, leaves.

 

Interesting how sometimes I’m writing an entry or an email and someone will just pop in.  This is apparently exactly how Conversations with God was written.

These are the brain farts of a psychic folks. 

Next week I have taken off as vacation time.  I like to take a week off in February if I can, I call it my “mental health holiday”.  I’ll read all of these books, hopefully do a lot of writing and I will think about where this is all going.