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Ep 11. Past Lives! LAUNCH PARTY!

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John Lennon Friday: Lennon in Heaven II

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So this entry is a continuation of the first entry on Linda Keen’s book John Lennon in Heaven.

First, I want to address a thought that’s been rattling in my brain:  secrets.  Everyone has secrets.  Not necessarily bad secrets, sometime just an aspect of our history or our personal life that we do not want to share with the world.

Animal communicators occasionally stumble upon people’s secrets if the people have particularly chatty animals.  An example I’ll give you is a fellow I know whose cat is *really* chatty.  This bright cat shared with me in quick succession his thoughts on “Dad’s new girlfriend,” and the contents of his owner’s fridge, cupboards and what was hidden under his bed.  I was confused about what I saw under the bed and asked for more details, and suddenly realized I’d stumbled on to a secret he was hiding from everyone in his life.  It’s nothing bad or illegal, it just reflects the internal conflict this fellow experiences.

This same fellow has teased me about being psychic, and he declares he won’t believe it until he sees some proof.  I know I could tell him this secret to prove myself, but it would hurt him, and be an incredible violation.  So I keep it to myself, and if he’s open to a reading one day, we’ll find some other proof for him.

It gets sticky for this same reason when I have long conversations with John and his friends.  If I felt a great need to be taken seriously, I could completely spill my guts on everything personal we’ve talked about.  I’d probably turn out a few items of proof for the worst skeptics out there, but I would completely violate the spirit in which this information was shared with me in the first place.

And as I read John Lennon in Heaven, I knew Linda had similar conversations with John that were too personal to include in her book.  I could almost see these unwritten conversations as they were alluded to in the brief paragraphs that touched upon topics of grief, separation and fear.

This is why some people are so uncomfortable with it – “Where’s the proof?” they demand.  Well, the proof is in your intuition, and your emotion, in what strikes your heart as true.  If for you, that’s none of this, that’s okay.

Take what makes sense to you and leave the rest.

I’m just going to go through my page notes here, which were hastily scrawled as I read the book.

My first note is on Brian, his last life being Brian Epstein, manager of the Beatles.  John has brought Brian around our house a couple of times, and always he’s wearing this classy, 50s style blue suit which Linda describes in her book.  In the book, she describes Brian rushing through the tranquil meadow because he’s late for an appointment, but he can’t project himself there because he’s supposed to physically walk and enjoy the journey.  This is so funny, this fellow rushing through heaven, a place where *time does not exist* in the same sense it does for incarnated souls, yet he’s stressing himself out and missing the point of his lesson.

John said precisely the same thing to me about Brian as he’d said to Linda, that Brian has issues to work out with women and that he may need to come back as a “chick” in order to resolve them.

Brian showed up in attendance to the Humanities concert last Friday.  I’ll get into more detail on that experience in a later entry; the short of it is, it was a mind-blowing, face-melting experience.  It turns out we were there to discover a particular new local band – as they set up, John’s voice chattered excitedly in my right ear, “These guys are good!  This is going to be good!”  John began to bring in a few of his friends, one of whom was Brian.

OF COURSE, the band of nineteen year olds covered one of John’s songs (Come Together).  This kind of thing shouldn’t surprise me anymore.  John loved it.  During an interlude, Brian started to talk about how the band could and should market itself.  He said distinctly, “Young men just cannot be expected to dress themselves,” and he shook his head at the band’s dirty jeans with faded underwear showing over the waist.  Brian had said the same thing about the young  Beatles, when he stepped in to manage them.

The first third of Lennon in Heaven is a direct conversation between Linda and John, which is the section that will be most satisfying to the Lennon fan within.  The rest of the book is an intimate detailed account of Linda’s personal spiritual experiences with John.  As you read this keep in mind this journey was transformational for both of them; I think this part of the book makes the most intuitive sense to other people who are on a similar journey.  (Remember no journey is better than another, it’s just that people walking in a similar direction can communicate together more easily.)

Through the described journey, Linda and John confront fear, a consistent theme for myself lately.  I’ve been learning that fear can be a teacher.  While we can be tempted to run screaming from the lesson, fear certainly gets our attention.

The underground caverns she and John explore in this journey to confront fear, there is the recurrence of spiral designs upon the walls.  “It’s the skipping rope,” John said to me as I read this, and I understood that the spiral is another way of describing what Albie explained to me in this entry.  A spiral is just another way of showing the skipping rope, an expression of our reality and the nature of all of creation.

When you manage to get your brain around this concept, however briefly that may be for me, in these moments I understand the irrelevance of fear, thus the need to face fear for what it is – an illusion.  I find this state of understanding difficult to hang on to when I’m completely awake and engaged in my day, but I think I’ll improve with time.

The book approaches the concept of thoughts forming a reality, indeed the reality we experience this very moment.  This another mind-yoga stretch for me.  It is really a different way of explaining the law of attraction and really, another quantum mechanics theory for us ol’ math nerds.

Linda describes her rising awareness, the experience of spending more time with John in Heaven’s lower levels, as something I’d paraphrase as raising her vibration.  Lisa Williams says that when a psychic communicates with a spirit in heaven, she must raise her vibration to hear them and the spirit must lower their vibration to meet in the middle.  When Linda goes into a deep trance and leaves her body for long periods of time in order to meet with John in Heaven, I think the affect of raising her vibration for long periods of time has a cumulative effect on her senses.  She describes her experience as becoming increasingly psychedelic, and how this becomes a new normal state of mind.

It makes sense to me that “psychedelic” is really just the perception of MORE reality around us, not less, not “imaginary” or “made up” (though soon you may begin to think of imagination as something literally creative.)

Here’s something interesting from my own experience – did you know that the world, as seen through the eyes of a chicken, is utterly beautiful?  I described to my friend Toni how the chickens see her garden.  The colours are more vivid, everything is surrounded by beautiful, radiating auras.  Every smell is delicious, the earth is wonderful and satisfying to scratch.  “Psychedelic” is the word I used.

Well Toni wrote to me the other day to say she’d come upon a study that demonstrated that chickens perceive and respond to electromagnetic energy trails.  It helps them find food – they can see the energy trails where the insects and slugs just were.

How dull and grey our own perception of the day-to-day world is in comparison.

To quote John from the book, “All human consciousness is striving towards two basic aims: to accept life for what it is, and to learn how to change.”

Sheesh, you know I have two more pages of notes of things I wanted to blog about, but my brain is getting so tired – and I just got up.  I guess it’s not realistic for me to go over all the points I really appreciated or enjoyed in this book.  If you enjoyed these John Lennon Friday entries, I think it’s safe to say you’ll enjoy Linda’s wonderful book.

The Devil’s in the Details

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Hey folks – don’t forget!  Free readings for my blog readers this week – please see my previous post.

(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?

Thoughts, Dreams and Books – A Holy Trinity

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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.