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(that’s a tasmanian devil, in case you were wondering.)
I’ve absorbed several books so far this week: Conversations with God, Only Love is Real (sequel to Brian Weiss’ Many Lives, Many Masters which I read last week) and Sylvia Browne’s Evolution of the Soul, which is a book on tape.
The neat thing about reading all these books in quick succession is that I’m noticing the common themes, common strings of knowledge. I think I’m running into different people describing the exact same things, and we’re all coming up with different descriptions or ways of putting words to our experiences because, well, we’re human. No matter whether you’re a young(ish) psychic like me, or someone like Sylvia Browne who’s been at it for 60 years, it seems like we’re all hitting the same general points.
One thing that made me chuckle today, is the commonality of the idea of a “viewing room” which we enter after we die to review our life. The first time I heard this was from John, who told me about it in consoling me because I’d missed seeing my friends play in a really kick-ass concert. “Don’t worry,” he said, patting my shoulder, “You can see it when you’re dead.”
He then showed me the viewing room, but cautioned me against avoiding experiences just because I could always watch them later – no, you must actively participate in your life.
Then, I heard Lisa Williams on her podcast radio show describe such a viewing room. Then, just today, in Sylvia Browne’s audio book, I heard HER describe such a room. The thing is, all of our descriptions of this room will vary, but the room itself will be there.
And this makes sense anyway, doesn’t it? Why would everyone want the same architecture? Lisa Williams says there are no chairs in the viewing room, that you must stand and fully experience these things that you accomplished, avoided or inflicted upon others while you were alive.
The viewing room I was shown is much less serious: it’s a spacious yet cozy movie theatre. It’s full of my friends and loved ones, my guides and advisors, the theatre floors are very clean and the seats are 50’s style, cushy, comfortable, with wooden arms and backs that rock gently. Everyone is wearing 3-D glasses and laughing, enjoying themselves. There is the best-tasting buttery popcorn available to all, and I feel like I’ve won an oscar and everyone is there to see My Movie. They’ll moan and groan over my mistakes, they’ll laugh with me and cry with me, but always I’ll be surrounded by love as I review the film of my life.
Sylvia Browne describes the viewing room as somewhere between what Lisa and describe – a celebration, less serious than a courtroom-setting, more formal than a night at the movies.
Thing is, when it comes down to it, who the heck cares who is right? Chances are, everyone’s viewing room is going to form to suit what that person needs to review their life.
I had a conversation with my parents this weekend. Pretty much every time I talk to my mother, I end up doing some sort of reading, which I love doing. Last time I asked her how Dad was doing with “this psychic stuff” – and doesn’t she go and get him on the phone, put him on the spot and start drilling him in front of me? I don’t know what that was about, but I suspect my Mom was trying to be “right” about something. I gently said that I felt Dad was being put on the spot, and it’s perfectly okay to have a healthy skepticism. P.T. Barnum had a word for people who’d believe anything you tell them.
Through that awkward conversation though, surfaced the idea that my Dad is not so much skeptical of *my* skill, as his own grandmother was the famous psychic, thus he’s not really allowed to utterly disbelieve it. He tends to focus on frauds, manipulators, people who try to profit from other’s misery and lonliness under the guise of a psychic. This seems to be a common worry that people have – they’re worried they’ll be taken in.
My mother *loves* Sylvia Browne. I admit, I used to fake sick on Wednesdays so I could stay home from school with my mother and watch Sylvia on Montel Williams. Sylvia has proven a hundred-thousand times the legitimacy of her skill – for heaven’s sake the woman comes from 300 years of documented psychics! She has credentials up the wazoo.
But Sylvia makes a lot of money. She supports and employs a lot of people with this money. She founded a church. She puts out at least one book a year. This, for my father, raises the red flag.
I’ll digress along a similar point here with another anecdote: Last week I went to my neighbour Cathy’s house to buy dogfood. She’s trying to start a pet-supply store out here in the sticks, and for now she just sells bags of pet food out of her house, where she also runs a rescue for pit bulls, bless her. I navigate through the intense gazes of these powerful dogs, pick my bag of food and notice one of Cesar Milan’s books on the bookshelf. As Cathy’s writing up my bill I say, “Oh hey, I have the other Milan books if you’d like to borrow them.”
Wow. Was that the wrong thing to say. She went into this 40 minute tirade about how much Cesar Milan bugs her. She used examples of other people watching his show then doing something stupid with their dogs (things which were NOT on Cesar’s show, by the way.) As she went through her laundry list, I’d try to direct her back to what Cesar actually says and does, which is his message – not what other people say he says and does.
It was really difficult to communicate with Cathy at all because she got really loud and intense. Finally I found out that she had not read most of Cesar’s book and had only watched a couple of his shows on you tube. Then she said “I agree with 80% of what he does…” and I thought Well you’re harping on the 20% you don’t agree with!
So it is with Sylvia Browne. I’d say I agree with 90% of what she has said on TV and in her books. So why did I have this tendency to focus on the 10% that doesn’t sit right with me? Sylvia never said she was infallible. She’s a human being just like me, and the beauty of being human is that NO ONE is ever 100% right. Just today in her audio book I heard her talk about how she used to go around the world telling people that angels don’t have wings. Well didn’t a big old angel with wings show up in her foyer one day, and now she has to this detail back, after 10 years of lectures?
So it is with anyone, really. If we just walked around the world allowing everyone around us to be 20% wrong, how much more peaceful would our lives become?