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The Devil’s in the Details
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
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.
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?
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.
How much of life are we actually living, anyway?
I enjoy listening to a lot of psychic podcasts. You can subscribe to them through itunes, and it’s all free to download. So far my top faves are: Lisa Williams, Christopher Reburn, Laura Stinchfield (the pet psychic) and Fog City Psychic (I forget her name right now).
I enjoy listening to other psychics talk about their work because it’s good to hear how different people come down on the same issues. Such as ethics, for example. I’ve mentioned before that Christopher Reburn (and John Edwards) are of the opinion that if they receive the message, the message is from God and they are duty-bound to deliver it. Lisa Williams was recently asked on her show what she thought of those psychics who go up to random people on the street and just start giving them messages.
Lisa comes down in the same camp as I do: first, look at the content of the message, and the context of delivery. I do find a lot of my own social filter goes out the window when I’m in medium mode, but I to try to stay in touch with my empathy and consider how the message would affect the person hearing it. It also helps, when I remember, to ask for divine help with the delivery of the message – there are some really good word-smiths on the other side.
One thing I’m seeing a lot in these podcasts, sometimes from the psychics and other times from the callers, is the idea of our “Charts” catching on.
Charts is something that I first heard from Sylvia Browne – the chart we come into life with being our basic plan, our checklist of experiences and things we want to accomplish. This chart includes optional experiences, and options to dial up or down the intensity of these learning experiences. But I have never heard Sylvia Browne say “Everything happens for a reason.”
I have heard a lot of other people say that “Everything happens for a reason.” Even terrible things. It’s true, we do come into life with some difficult experiences charted into our lifetime… but that doesn’t mean that everything bad that happens to us or our loved ones was planned.
Christopher Reburn has also said that he doesn’t believe anyone comes into this life to experience abuse. He doesn’t believe the destruction of the twin towers on Sept 11th was a charted event – that no one was charted to die that way, on that day.
I remember talking having a conversation with Sweetie and our spirit guides about people being on or off of their charts, and how sometimes people can die “accidentally”, meaning, die when they were not charted to exit. This happened with my friend Ben, who was then obliged to reincarnate quite quickly so he could take another crack at his chart.
If someone can die accidentally, despite the best efforts of our guides, then there must be an element of randomness in all of this, right?
Sweetie’s guide showed me how some people can go so far off of their charts that they can begin to wreak havoc not only on their own charts, but on the life plans of others around them. In this example, Clara showed me a frantic guide who called in all kinds of angels and teacher-guides to help her – they were all sending speeding traffic towards this chaotic person trying to take him out of his incarnation, get him back on the other side so he would stop doing damage to others’ missions.
It was a pretty funny image, actually.
Personally, I’m convinced that there is this unplanned element to incarnation on this planet. Some people have suggested to me that even this randomness could be orchestrated by some all-knowing higher power. That perhaps Ben was after all, meant to die at the “wrong” time so that he could have rapid incarnations within the same family. I suppose that’s true, but it doesn’t sit right with me.
Neither am I comfortable with the idea of such a catastrophic event such as the recent tsunami in Japan as an uncharted event – the ripples of such an event effected millions of people.
I don’t know. At the end of the day, we do have free will. We make the choice every day to walk out our door and live our life, or to stay home and miss an awesome concert. We live with the results, either way. It can’t all be planned. It can’t all be random.