I’ve been working on this for quite a while, but recently learned enough to produce a decent video!
Here I go, talking about why I do not smudge, in more detail:
I hope you enjoy it!
I’ve been working on this for quite a while, but recently learned enough to produce a decent video!
Here I go, talking about why I do not smudge, in more detail:
I hope you enjoy it!
Picking up where we left off yesterday, we were talking to the human oversoul, aka The Mother.
Do aliens have oversouls …… each variety with its own? Does the human oversoul naturally engage well or poorly with different ones?
Yes! There are many beautiful planets with living, incarnated children. You are asking about the three known species (shows me tall whites, short pinks, short greys.) They are all loving, beauful beings, although each species has it’s own challenges. The nature of their incarnations are different, particularly the (short pinks) who inhabit their bodies like you communicate with animals. They are less bound by incarnation, and more studying sensuous existence.
Yes, the planets and the oversouls of off-earth species communicate with the oversouls of earthly species. There are species-sharing, species that are inter-related across planets. Earth is not an isolated anomaly! If humans are my children, other intellectual species with similar capacities for logical thought and communication would be your cousins.
There are many species that are similar across planetary ecosystems. Start with macro-life. Amoeba have oversouls. This is the very source of intelligent design! Evolution is not random, for heaven’s sake! Not at all! How would anything be accomplished if left to chaos and chance? Chaos will always fall to order, to system and ultimately, to evolution, even in the “vacuum” of space.
Kate: I swear you guys, she just made a joke about mothers needing vacuums. “Every Mother needs a vacuum! Ha ha!” I had to do a double-take. Did that just happen, or was that me? The thing is, *I* wouldn’t make a joke like that. Did the Mother just make a joke and my knee-jerk reaction was “Hey! That’s sexist!” My reaction is part of why it’s funny!
I wish there was a way to write about what just happened without butchering the joke by explaining it! There were so many layers to that one, and the Mother is asking me to have a sense of humour about myself, too! I appreciate the reminder.
Are oversouls planet-linked? Does the range of a given oversoul ever extend to other planetary systems?
Yes, it is useful to think of the relation as ancestral. If I am the mother of humanity as it exists today, and I relate to you in near-human form, the next “level” is my OWN parents. Imagine again, the light and the crystal refraction. If the colours red, blue and purple are formed by a crystal, the crystal is their mother. But who is the parent of the light before it refracted?
At some point, you return to the source of the light, which is useful to think of as “Source” or “God” or “Universe” or even nothingness, mere potential, the silence before the BANG!
There are ancestors all along the line of evolution. Every branch has a Mother, an oversoul. This is why a diverse species like dogs require many oversouls! A great-grand parent for all dog-like creatures, whose children created wolves, jacklys, foxes and dogs. The dog branch bloomed out BEAUTIFULLY! So many different flowers! How do you fit so many flowers on to one plant? It continues to branch out. The oversoul forms based on the need of the species, or the sub-species, and the oversoul you perceive / connect with depends on how you address your questions and to whom.
The answers you receive depend upon who you ask, and the context of your questions.
Some species share oversouls across planets. Plants are highly specialized, and their oversouls (so-named Devas in my brain because I’ve read the Findhorn books) are specialized. There are oversouls of small ecosystems, oversouls of particular plants and oversouls of the very earth and compost.
Compost! The wonderful collection of micro-organizms which transform life, which yield new life and support ALL life on earth! You have not even THOUGHT to ask about the most vital oversoul of all – the Mother of SMALL LIFE!
The Mother of microscopic life is essentially the earth herself. These microorganisms control the world, control the fate of the planet, begin and end all life.
There seems to be some kind of hierarchy …. or structure, at least, in spirit. How do oversouls fit into that structure? What lies “above,” “below,” or “beside” the oversoul classification? (I realize that there may well not be a “higher or lower,” but there are “proximities” and inter-relationships of some sort.)
I believe we have addressed your question with the refracting light and the branching flowers – life is the expansion, the growth. Hierarchies can be seen to exist – such as the food chain. Microscopic life is consumed by ever-larger species until you reach the apex predator. Yet the predator is dependent upon every block in the pyramid, or it would cease to exist in that form. The lion is decended from, and dependant upon the infinetly small microscopic processes that support his existence on earth.
Kate: So, wait. Could the bacteria in the gut of the lion be perceived as the lion’s spiritual grandparents?
Mother: It doesn’t appear that’s a useful image for you, and for others. Let’s look at it like a forest. The lion is not the most important creature in the forest, though he might be the loudest. The lion’s very existence depends upon the existence of the forest, and so the oversouls and devas of all the species in the ecosystem are connected to each other.
Sometimes, these oversouls have been perceived as fighting each other. This is why humanity creates stories about gods who fight, the sun is chasing the moon! You can see the “battles” as the mere pruning of the branches, creating room for new growth, new evolution, new lessons, further generations of children!
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Okay, I’m finally ready to write the follow up to the Inner Demon’s post.
One of the reasons I enjoy working in a hospital so much: it’s incredibly grounding. Grounding, maybe not always in a pleasant, zen way, but in a jarring, gritty, this-shit-is-real-life kind of way.
The positivity movement is a much-needed balance to the hyper-negative news culture we have in North America, and even though I’m as sunny a Mary Sunshine as you’ll ever meet, I’ve always railed against the idea that you can eliminate all pain and discomfort from life through positive attitude, by disallowing negativity to impact your life.
Let me start this piece by stating I firmly believe in the balance of light and dark in life. I believe that joy, love and happiness are as much a part of life as their counter-parts: sorrow, grief and stress.
Yes, we can greatly affect our *experience* of negativity through our faith and attitudes, but we can’t surgically excise negativity from life. I think negativity is something to be embraced, managed, challenges to rise to or difficulties to survive.
I feel it would be a personal moral failing for me to forget there is suffering in the world.
So I work at a hospital. I donate to charity. Every time I do a reading, I say a prayer hoping to make a positive difference to those who ask for my help.
The thing about working at a hospital (animal or human): you have your finger on the pulse of the best and worst in humanity. Although I am not directly involved in patient care, I am *around*, and when there is acute suffering, of course I feel it too.
I feel the emotions the most, especially if I’ve experienced a similar distress in my own life. This would be true for anyone empathetic, anyone who is strong enough still *feel* things in a setting like healthcare, rescue work (human or animal), social work, law enforcement or any other job where shit gets real.
A common practice is to disconnect from what’s happening. During the health care crisis in Ontario in the late 90s, when I did my nursing training after 7 years of volunteer work as a candy-striper, I watched nurses whom I respected and admired burn out and quit. The surviving health care workers were empathetically checked out. They had to be.
This is why I am in awe of the mighty few who remain in nursing, who hold the hand of a patient in distress and cry tears of empathy – and show up for work the next day.
After just one year of training, I was burnt out too. Despite my excellent grades and the counseling from the teachers and nursing supervisors, I felt I couldn’t continue. I did a search of the blog and it looks like I haven’t yet told you guys about the day I quit nursing. Someone please remind me to tell that story down the line.
So why suffering? And what the fuck are Demons anyway?
I received a really sweet email from a reader who suggested that rather than using the word “demon” that I use “entity” instead. Let me explain the differences I perceive, based on my personal experience.
So far, my understanding of the Garden of Shadows has become a loose classification of the individual types of beings I’ve encountered. Critters, Entities and Demons.
If you’d asked me last month, I would only have talked about Critters and Entities, the low-vibration life forms that recycle the energy imprint of negativity into neutrality.
Okay, wait, let me back up a bit more.
Picture a house. Now, picture a married couple in that house. The husband and wife fight, a lot. Then one of their kids is killed in an accident. The marriage collapses under the pressure, the couple moves out and the house goes on the real-estate market, but sits empty.
Nothing has been done to clear this house, energetically, so the thing sits on the market. People walk into this house, but it just doesn’t feel right. There’s something about it. They don’t like it.
What the potential buyers perceive is the energetic imprint left by the emotion of the former occupants.
That energetic imprint has altered the energy eco-system in the house.
Our eco-system goes far beyond the physical environment we experience with our bodies. The energy we put out into our environment is like adding an essential oil to a big bath tub, and it changes what energetic organisms thrive in this environment.
In a place where the atmosphere has been altered through pain, the critters who thrive off of that will be pulled in. This is perfect. Under normal circumstances they just transmute the energy to neutral through feeding on it, and they move on. When I perceive critters, I usually see them as insect-like, doing their composting duties.
But if there is a location rich enough in pain that they want to stick around, you can end up with an infestation.
Let’s say this house is purchased by another happy couple. The day they move in, they have a fight. The stress inexplicably continues as they wait for things to even out. One bad thing after another seems to happen, and finally one of them is injured. The injured partner generates more stress and sadness for the critters to feed upon. The critters multiply, and their increasing numbers enhances the subtle negative energy of the whole house. It becomes a self-perpetuating cycle. The critters become parasite-ish. Insects in small numbers are normal and healthy, but an imbalance of insects is a plague. Think locusts, cockroaches, tapeworms. Very unhealthy indeed.
The humans start to get depressed, which is expressed in irritation towards each other. Within two years, this happy marriage is on the rocks.
When I was growing up, I lived across the street from a place we called “the divorce house.” Every two years, this place would go on the market. A happy family would move in, break apart and sell the house.
You’d think the real estate agents would be the biggest clients of psychics and priests offering house-clearing services… but then, if the house stayed off the market, the realtor would have less opportunity for commission. (I have not extinguished my inner cynic!)
Once a place is swarming with critters, it starts to invite entities. Entities can also hitch-hike in on resident humans. Just like lice, scabies or the flu, humans can transmit sad parasites back and forth to each other. Entities have more of a discerning consciousness than critters. I perceive them as monkey-like, making conscious choices about what to do and where to be and who they latch on to.
Entities are more proactive about their environment, and they actively incite the sort of energy they feed off of. They like to garden.
Entities love to hang out with depressed and ill people, especially if there’s a chronic illness that’s associated with a lot of shame or emotional trauma.
An entity hitch-hiked into our house, once. We discovered it after our guest left, and it decided to hang out in the “sad room” of our Ucluelet house. This room, we later found out, was where the property owner’s son accidentally / intentionally ended his own life. I was kind of pissed the property manager hadn’t alerted us to this event, which had traumatized not just the family, but the whole town, and all of that sorrow had rained upon our living space for over a decade.
This little creature was hanging out in the top corner of the house, and I noticed him only as a movement in the corner of my eye. I slipped into medium mode and THEN I was able to “see” him.
I do not deal with these sorts of things myself. We called in the angels to take care of it, and they did. Immediately. We were then advised by the “cleaning crew” to cut open an apple and leave it on a plate, cut side up, overnight to absorb the remaining energy and then dispose of it the next day.
I don’t like to waste food, but this is a really neat trick. It worked well. In general, I burn candles, use salt, rocks, holy water, bells, cleaning, smudging, prayer – but never before a cut apple. The ways to energetically clean your house are endless.
I have since believed that this creature, this monkey-like entity must be what they’re talking about when people say “demon”.
Now, I’m going to tell you *how* this new information came to me:
I had just finished my third and final reading of the day. I was positively *high* on energy. The usual two-inch thick stream of warm energy I usually feel down my spine during readings had expanded into this four-foot column of warm happy light that enveloped my entire body. My very being was pulsating with energy and love.
This doesn’t happen every time I do readings, and this was the most powerful experience of the universal god force that I’ve had to date. I was just so high on love. I felt like I’d never come down, no matter what sadness I witnessed, no matter what happened, it was all love, baby, love envelopes us all.
And then, my mind flashed on a particularly difficult person in our life. I’ve been perplexed by this challenge of a human for quite a while. And then it hit me – and it all made sense. And it was all still part of the perfect love story of existence.
This person was an incarnated demon.
My knowledge and certainty of this was instantaneous and complete – like Neo getting the kung-fu download in the Matrix. It was also completely harmless, non-alarming knowledge. I was filled with understanding, compassion and – get this – renewed RESPECT for this person.
Because – this is so wild – sometimes demons incarnate to shift their pattern – they are going from dark to light!
Isn’t that amazing? They’re transmuting themselves. This is one of the purposes of demon incarnation.
THAT’S NOT EVEN THE CRAZY PART YET!
Some of them are FANTASTICALLY GOOD PEOPLE!
SERIOUSLY!!! I was too zen / full of universal love to have my mind blown by this at the time, but it was blown about six hours later when I came back down to earth.
I was awash with images of religious leaders, teachers and doctors, social workers and nurses, police officers, fire fighters – people devoting their lives to and sacrificing themselves for other people in need of help.
The thing is, no transition is easy. This “dark” nature expresses itself in a variety of ways, and sometimes these demon people are easily corrupted in positions of power. Not just the big, obvious positions of power, but the subtle, day-to-day positions of power.
You know how many incarnated demons end up as priests and ministers? A LOT. They’re working *really hard* and they’re taking their cue from a long and powerful tradition.
An example from my ancient history – when I was working as a temp in Toronto, I had a boss who bullied me. She would find a way to call me fat and stupid every single day of the week… but she had the power to fire me at a moment’s notice, so I couldn’t defend myself until after I was hired on permanently. It took a year and a half of daily office torture before she was finally fired.
This concept suddenly shed light on why some people just can’t resist being assholes, power-mongers or just plain crazy-makers.
They may not even know it themselves, but they feed off of negative energy. They almost can’t help tweaking a situation negatively to get that energetic feedback. For someone working really, really hard at being a good person, a moment of relapse in making a hurtful comment may come as a great relief to them, like letting off steam.
The flip side is the utterly shocking impact this can have on those around the incarnated demon. How could this amazing, wonderful person say / do such a thing? It’s very confusing. It’s almost irreconcilable. Often, it seems easier to just forget what happened or what was said, because it seems impossible to incorporate this information into who you thought this person to be.
Here’s another thing: There are demon SOUL FAMILIES!
Sometimes, they incarnate in groups, over and over into the same family line. And woe to the angelic kid who chooses to be born into a demon family – this happens. This explanation flashed with three separate headlines I’ve read in the past ten years with tragic stories of kids who died at the hands of neglectful and abusive guardians.
Child abuse is such a common tragedy that it doesn’t make the papers unless it’s truly horrific. These are the sorts of things I feel a personal responsibility to witness, to never forget or deny that the innocent suffer in this world.
For the first time, I really started to understand *why*. I could never before reconcile my ideas of a soul incarnation in human form, choosing terrible behavior.
In this blissful, expansive consciousness state, I understood (more completely than I do now, trying to explain it in words) that demons incarnated in human bodies are expressing their nature. They are a part of the ecosystem.
It is not an eternal war between good and evil, harmony and dissonance. It is a dance.
I understood, too, that we really do make a choice. There is the potential for harmony and dissonance within all of us, because we are all related when you come right down to it. Even angels and demons are cousins, incarnated or ethereal.
So what do we do with this knowledge?
I think we use this idea to change our approach. Ever see that episode of Friends with the incompetent naturopath treating Ross’ weird mole or “kundus”?
“You must LOVE the Kundus! Let me hear you say it!” “Uh, I love the Kundus…”
We change our approach to incarnated demons expressing themselves in a harmful manner.
Our whole corrections system is based upon revenge. When someone hurts us, as human beings we want to strike back.
Now, I don’t know what a “loving” judicial system would look like exactly, but I’m sure it would involve less minimum sentences and much more reparative community service.
This humble post isn’t intended to be an answer to the entire world’s problems, it’s just a useful idea. It came to me in a blinding moment of love and happiness, and I will hold it in my heart as truth for the rest of my life.
I’ll let you know how it settles.
Your questions are welcome! I may expand this into a podcast episode.
There’s been some interesting questions arise from my own past life explorations and those of other people. It seems that sometimes, memories of incarnations can overlap in time, which makes no logical sense initially.
It would be easy to assume that in the case of a past life recall overlap, that something about the recall must be wrong. Surely, you can be incarnated only in one place at one time. Right?
And what about the information psychics are pulling up about Jesus? In the Jesus interview on the Channeling Erik blog, it came up that Jesus is currently incarnated as a woman. It’s funny that so many people are awaiting the “second coming of Christ” – he’s probably been incarnated a few times since being Jesus. Yet, he’s been incredibly widely available to anyone who asks for him, or seeks a personal relationship with him. How is this possible?
There’s definitely this thing some call the “higher self”. Imagine there’s this conscious, every-day part of yourself that experiences your life but also experiences this sort of amnesia, or a disconnection from heaven. This is part of the point of incarnation.
At night as you sleep, or if you meditate and leave your body, you can connect with a “higher” part of your consciousness, a part that remembers. Sometimes the lessons I learn while in this state I’m able to integrate into my every-day consciousness, and sometimes I just wake up knowing that I understand *something* new, some question was answered but I don’t remember what was asked. It’s okay to forget what you know.
It is possible to communicate with the “higher self” of an incarnated individual, as I did with my father (the day my dog died.) His day-to-day consciousness doesn’t remember the conversation, but our relationship changed subtly afterward, in a good way.
So arguably, it’s possible that spiritual leaders and seekers the world over have been accessing the “higher self” of Jesus.
But that doesn’t feel right to me… there’s something more going on there.
While meditating with George, I asked about Jesus. “How is it he can be so completely available, yet incarnated at the same time?”
George smiles and says, “I’m going to show you something.”
He shows me a bubble in the vastness of space. He says “Think of this as an individual consciousness.” Then a second individual bubble appears.
The bubbles approach each other and then merge into each other, becoming a single bubble. A single consciousness, with the shared histories and experiences. Now this bubble goes into a body and becomes incarnated in a particularly challenging life.
“Occasionally, it is best to join together.” He says this explaining that our previous lives prepare us for more challenging lives to come, different lessons building on what we’d learned before. Sometimes you need more than a single stream of experiences through linear time. Twice as many lives makes you twice as prepared for what’s to come.
Now the bubble inhabits the body through the incarnation. In this time, there are not two consciousnesses individually residing within the body, there is only one, single being.
Now the body dies, the bubble leaves the body. And the bubble splits off. Into three new bubbles.
Each bubble contains the knowledge of the original two bubble’s past lives, as well as the most recent incarnation.
Each bubble is in a way, a completely new consciousness, but all the soul history is there. Two soul histories overlapped. Now this background of experience can move in three new directions, simultaneously.
And as past lives are recalled, it is possible to tap into two lives which overlapped from when the original two bubbles were separate. Perhaps the three new bubbles will join together later, perhaps they will return to the Great Spirit (or the big bubble in the sky). Perhaps they will remain individual bubbles for a millennia.
It challenges our ideas of our own individuality. If this concept contradicts our ideas of ourselves, perhaps we feel frightened or threatened.
How do we define ourselves? By our separateness? By our experiences?
Takes a bit of mind-bending to get my head around. It’s precisely the sea urchin lesson again, yet expanded: how easily a new consciousness falls away from the source; how joyous, the return to the whole.
And how funny it is to google “soul bubbles” and find this term’s already been used in several video games, including Mario Bros. Partners in Time.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how John relates to other incarnated people, and how Kurt seemed to change a lot in how he related to me.
I think a lot of it has to do with how we relate to them, first.
I’ll be honest – when Kurt first came in, I thought he was kind of a pain in the ass. I didn’t really know anything about him, and I expected him to behave a lot like how the pain-in-the-ass 15 year old boys behaved in middle school. Sweetie has a knack of getting straight to the sweet, innocent inner boy with these types of people – one of her childhood friends is a huge drug addict who generally makes a colossal ass of himself in public, and his hobbies include a lot of life-threatening, thrill-seeking activities. I can’t relate to this guy at all.
Yet, over the years, he never forgets Sweetie’s birthday. He always sends her a message or a note, tells her he loves her. And that’s endeared him to me. At least, I understand their relationship a bit more.
So at first, I kind of saw Kurt as another one of Sweetie’s lost boys. I had *no idea* who he really was. When Sweetie first called Kurt in, I swear I saw him as an angel descending – wearing a white linen tunic thing (always with pants though!) with longish, blond, very clean wavy hair. I asked “Who’s Kurt Cobain?”
“Oh, he was that guy in Nirvana. You know, Smells Like Teen Spirit?”
And instantly my image of Kurt changed. I thought he’d changed his presentation so I’d recognize him – he presented in a faded plain shirt, beat up combat boots, stringy, unwashed, dirty-blond hair. Sadness, such sadness. Ah yes, I remember this Kurt Cobain. I remember when Nirvana was everywhere.
But now I’m rethinking this shift. Perhaps Kurt just tuned into my expectation of him in that moment, showed me who I thought he was. He reflected my image of him back at me. He even comedically humped things around the house, like he was some crazed rocker on E, who couldn’t help but rub up against soft pillows, table legs, John’s head, whatever, in a stoned-out crazy way. I just relayed his antics to Sweetie, chuckled / rolled my eyes and went about my day.
He called me “bitch” a lot. In a playful way, but annoying nonetheless. I finally asked him to stop, it was pissing me off so much (something Kurt can’t resist, really). He and Sweetie were doing their own private work, so I figured he was there for Sweetie alone, and it made sense to me at the time.
And then one night, he stepped forward as my teacher during meditation. In this state of meditation, I had set all of my personality, my expectations of myself and others aside. I saw the angelic Kurt again. I saw a gentle guy who loved people. Who wanted to help. Whose intentions were good and earnest. And these meditative journeys into my soul’s past are changing my perspective on everything. This is the most transformative period in my life. So far.
With Kurt’s birthday present to me, I’ve become a Nirvana fan. I’ll listen to the four albums we have back to back. I find it relaxing, which is so odd, considering the intensity of the sound and lyrics.
The only song Kurt discourages me from listening to is “Rape Me”, from the In Utero album. Whenever it comes along in the playlist I’ll hear, “Skip this shit. You don’t need it.” Sometimes the track will skip on its own. Thing is, I like that song now. Yesterday, while driving to work, I got stubborn. “I WANT to listen to it, damn it!” In the first verse of the song, the adapter to the speaker fell out of the charger. The music stopped. “Don’t make me break your ipod.” Big sigh. “FINE.” And I skipped the track again.
That was actually a really impressive move, looking back on it. It’s not easy to move things like that.
Since we started our meditation together, Kurt has often called me “Babe” or sometimes “Angel” – just as he’s addressed Sweetie. I started doing Kurt research and found out what a big feminist he was during his last life. Kurt’s shown me a lot in my own soul’s history around rape-specific violence. Last night, from the perspective of a man… understanding how this man (me in a past life) got to a point where he could see women only through eyes of possession and hate. You have to see yourself with hate first. This sort of violence turns back on the perpetrator, and it ripples ever outward. Violence has saturated our culture.
This sort of learning is a very intimate experience, and I feel this super-close friendship-type relationship build between us. He likes to call me “little sister” sometimes, in a way that feels like irony. Whenever I’ve asked to see if there’s a past life connection between Kurt & I, I always see him as a young boy, and I hear “little brother” – so it’s like the younger brother calling his big sister “little sister” because here he is, taking care of me where once, I looked after him.
I remember a Courtney Love quote, on how needy Kurt could be: That guy can’t catch a cab by himself!
John too has talked about how high maintenance he could be in relationships. When Yoko kicked him out, he said she was right to do so.
When we tapped into John and later with Kurt, both spirits powerfully communicated the emotions they experienced in their life, and deep empathy for those they left behind after death. The emotion around John’s death was so strongly one of injustice, of a sense of wrong, I thought that perhaps John had died when he wasn’t meant to go. Now I understand this as John sharing his overwhelming empathetic experience with the emotion created in response to his death. He expressed terrible, torturous sadness at being separated, no ripped, from his family.
Kurt has also shared with touching intensity, the feelings of a young boy’s abandonment by his family, how he made a choice to strike out on his own (couch surfing, living the friends’ families) rather than submit to the foster system. Being “in the system” terrified him. “If my family, people who were supposed to love me, could treat me like that, what would strangers do to me?” He also said, with heartbroken vulnerability, “Mothers are supposed to look after their kids.”
So why were our first conversations with Kurt & John so fraught with flawed human emotion? Aren’t they spirits now? Should they be above this, or over it? (Huh, heaven is “above” – I wonder if that’s where this expression originated?) Yet it seemed, in those moments of communication, that the pain was still real and present.
I asked Kurt about this the other day. He says, “Well when you relate to us as tragic heros, that’s what we become to you. When I relate to you as Kurt the kid, all that experience is still there for me to draw on, like, you just tap into it with the conversation. It’s the best way to communicate, sometimes.”
I understood that it’s not like Kurt or John are *still* hurting right now. They have this as part of their soul’s experience. We all have past hurts we can tap into. I was reminded that John & Kurt have also been many other people. When I talk to Kurt, Kurt is there. When I talk to John as John, there he is. Occasionally, he’ll show up as figures from his other lives as well – and when this happens, I sometimes forget that there’s any connection between the two characters at all.
It reminds me of my Sea Urchin Lesson, which I’ve been returning to almost daily:
How fragmented our perspective, how fractal-like our bodies and our soul-journeys can be. How easily a new consciousness breaks away from a single mind. How joyous the return to the whole.
When you look at a sea urchin, what do you see? A soulless plant? A single animal? A collection of many, linked Borg-like minds? A soul collective?
When you look at John Lennon, who do you see?
In an effort to “roll out the crazy” gradually, I’ll sometimes hold back ideas until they start to make sense in a larger context. One of these ideas is Angel Training.
During one of the first readings I did for Sweetie, she asked, “What is the point of this? Why am I here, living this life?”
The answer fell out of my mouth immediately: “It’s part of your angel training.”
I’d run into the idea of angel training once before, when I looked into the deaths of two paramedics in our community who died together in an accident. Those two were in angel training together, and they still are helping the hospital. They’re usually riding along in the ambulances, comforting the injured, assisting in elevating them above their painful injuries, providing calm and clarity of mind to the newbie paramedics who took their place. They assist in crossing over those whose bodies die before they can reach the hospital, and they occasionally prod awake a fatigued highway driver.
According to her guides, Sweetie was a very reluctant participant in this incarnation. She had a long list of demands prior to even considering incarnation, which included the constant company of white cats. She ultimately consented to this incarnation after her teacher, “Brian,” gently pointed out that if she truly desired to progress any further in her angel training, she really needed one more incarnation on earth.
So Sweetie is definitely on her last incarnation on earth. Even now, she holds herself above and apart from the world. She gets frustrated and angry quickly when topics like pollution arise, and she’s observing a broad judgmental side of herself that tends to simply condemn this whole planet’s fate.
It’s fucked, basically, so why would anything she could say, do or create make the slightest difference?
This has been her spiritual struggle, yet slowly, painfully, she’s progressing through it. The lessons from John, over the years, have been helping both of us (some are chronicled in the John Lennon Friday entries) and now Kurt has come forward to continue the discussion.
Here’s an email I received from Sweetie talking about a recent conversation with Kurt:
Here’s a synopsis of the ideas I was talking about this morning. Plus a couple of other things I was thinking about:
1) Kurt’s been working on breaking down some of my cynicism. Sometimes he talks to me, sometimes he plays his songs in my head, sometimes he drops whole ideas on me. He may also be priming my mind while I’m sleeping to better receive these ideas while I’m awake. Some of the conversations I’ve had with him lately:
a) I was in the car listening to Pennyroyal Tea. I wondered if emotional turmoil is a necessary part of angel training.
He said, “No. Not necessarily. I mean there are things you want to try to learn while you’re here but it’s only as easy or as hard as you need it to be. You define your own experience”
Later “Lounge Act” came on, and these lines jumped out at me:
Don’t – tell me what I wanna hear
Afraid of never knowing fear
Experience anything you need
I’ll keep fighting jealousy
’til it’s fucking gone
Which is exactly the same point, just stated another way. So, he understood this while he was alive. I think he was more spiritual than most people realize.
b) I’m pretty sure he has wings now. Although he doesn’t usually show up in that guise. Is he done angel training? I swear he gave me a hug the other day and actually folded a wing around me.
(My answer to Sweetie: The first time I saw Kurt, I’m pretty sure he had wings, and he definitely ascended from “very high up” which is a sensation familiar to me when talking with “known” angels, such as the one who watches over my mother. Some psychics say that angels have the ability to appear as incarnated humans at times when needed; maybe, at first, we were seeing Kurt as he was in his most recent life, because that’s how we were able to best connect and relate to him.
Now we’re able to open ourselves up to other ideas of who Kurt has become since he left his last incarnation. It’s similar to talking to John as John Lennon for a most of our conversations, even though we’re aware that he is not literally the person known as John Lennon, but the spirit who experienced the life of John Lennon, among other incarnations and other lessons on the other side. Back to Sweetie’s email:)
He told me my back sometimes aches where my wings should be. He told me that I shouldn’t sleep in my bra because my scapulae need a chance to spread out.
He’s taken to calling me “angel” lately, where before he was calling me “baby”. Occasionally “bitch”, but only if he was feeling jokey.
c) With regard to the things we were talking about this morning, he’s really been appealing to a spirit of rebellion and nonconformity in an effort to get me to look at the world differently. Really trying to impress upon me that it is not necessary to go along with what everyone else is doing, not necessary to accept their version of The Way Things Are, and that I basically don’t need to go along with their bullshit. Not only do I not need to participate in bringing about their vision of the world, but I don’t actually have to live in it, either. I don’t have to suffer the effects of their actions.
Just think of politics as one big fucking pep assembly that you’re better off skipping.
Think of World History as a class that you might as well drop out of, because at worst it’s a bunch of lies, and at best it’s one person’s version of the truth.
He dropped the idea of divergent realities on me as I was going to bed after watching the Bigfoot documentaries, after John told us the Neanderthals were still here. It just suddenly all made sense. The Neanderthals split off, the Atlanteans split off — that’s why we can’t find a trace of them. Everything that goes along with their cultures exists on their vibration level, as well. They probably don’t experience our culture either.
So, if that’s true, then we can probably split off as well, and choose not to experience the effects of the military-industrial complex and it’s agendas.
But it sounds totally crazy, right? Isn’t that just denial, refusing to see the world as it actually is?
(I think we’re on to something here. It’s common for ghosts, earthbound spirits who refuse to move on after their last incarnation, to see the world around them as it was when they were alive. They would see the old ranch where now stands a Toys R Us.)
He described reality to me as being really fragmented, not this cohesive thing that we tend to perceive it to be when we’re incarnated. It’s actually a fractal, it’s the whole and its parts, like the urchin consciousness.
(Recently, we had the opportunity to observe, communicate with and then eat a live sea urchin. Urchins have been a food staple in our region for hundreds of years. It was amazing talking with this creature, which could best be described as a collective consciousness like the Borg from Star Trek. In the picture of the urchin, see how each spine waves individually? Each spine is an awareness. As the fisherman broke apart the living collective to access the roe, the edible part of the urchin, I was braced for the urchin to feel pain.
But it didn’t happen. All that happened was the collective consciousness separated into its parts – now there were half a dozen singular collectives where once there was one. The message came “Put us back!” and the image of returning some of the pieces to the water formed in my mind. I understood that this would seed future whole urchins. I also understood that when many hundreds of sea urchins are together, they form a singular collective consciousness too, almost like one huge animal. The moment a single urchin is removed by a human, otter, crab etc for food, this portion of the collective is simply unplugged from the larger one, and simply becomes it’s own consciousness. It was so fascinating and instructive, talking to urchins. It makes you wonder about the sheer nature of consciousness. Back to Sweetie’s email:)
We each have our own tiny realities, and there are larger shared realities. And there is a lot of crossover but it’s not exactly one immutable thing. He showed me a string of translucent beads, three in a row. And then showed them to me end ways so they overlapped. That’s the world, in essence. It looks like one thing, but that’s where divergence can happen.
I’ve had Stay Away in my head often, lately. Or part of it:
Monkey see, monkey do
(I don’t know why)
Rather be dead than cool
(I don’t know why)
It’s serving as a good reminder that other people’s bullshit is other people’s bullshit.
d) He’s been talking to me about art, understanding that part of the problem I’m having is in seeing art as an act of altruism in a world that does not wish to save itself. He said it’s okay, that I don’t need to fix that. I don’t need to be a perfect spiritual being, I don’t need to love everyone in the world and want to help them. I don’t need to want good things for everyone in the world, including Mike, Monsanto, and the Bush family. I don’t have to be altruistic. I don’t even need to be happy — although he’d *like* it if I were happy — it isn’t necessary. The only thing that matters is that I know how special I am, that I matter, and that any art that I might choose to make is okay.
So, I thanked him for that.
2) Yesterday, someone convinced me to read Oscar Wilde’s “The Picture of Dorian Gray”. (It’s a story about a man and his vanity — he becomes obsessed with his own portrait, in which his image is mysteriously aging). I’m not really sure who thought I should read it. But anyway.
It begins with a 4 page essay of Wilde’s, in which he describes the role of the artist in our society.
Wilde says that art is a mirror: it’s completely objective and can only be judged on the basis of its form rather than its content. Essentially it’s the viewer that is the spectacle; people who dislike “realism” art can’t stand to see themselves reflected back, people who dislike “romanticism” art are vain, and aren’t interested unless they’re seeing themselves reflected. It actually reminds me of Yoko’s work, now that I think about it. Perhaps it was John who thought I should read it.
But I’m only in partial agreement. I was like, “Okay. Let’s suppose I accept the premise that the artist is creating a 100% objective reflection — which I don’t, but I’ll set that aside for now — the artist is still an editor. He or she chooses to represent or omit things as necessary. It’s impossible to represent everything; there needs to be a focus. That focus creates a subjective reality. You can choose to paint a rose bush growing beside a dumpster and omit the dumpster, or paint the dumpster by itself.”
And then I heard a bit of a smug, “Aha! See, you *do* care about the artist’s role in society. You *do* want to participate in this, after all”.
Ah, crap. Well, touche. All right, you got me. Busted. :p
Wilde’s take is that art is neutral. There’s no “good” art or “bad” art, “moral” or “immoral” art. Art just is. Everything else is criticism.
I think we still live in a world where the powers that be are afraid of what might happen if people wake up to the idea that spirituality is simple, accessible and powerful. As though spirituality can be 2 of these things at once, but not all 3:
Simple and accessible, but not powerful. Like Yoga at the Y.
Accessible and powerful, but not simple. Like a Course in Miracles.
Simple and powerful, but not accessible. Only for the Buddha. Or maybe some Tibetan monks.
Yet on a gut level, we know that spirituality truly is Simple, Accessible and Powerful. The trick is truly, whole-heartedly taking in this knowledge with certainty.
When I started this whole psychic thing, the first few times I tried reading I’d get really tired, or a nasty headache after my initial attempts and minor successes at reading.
Now, with a bit of tweaking on the techniques, I find readings not just enjoyable, but energizing. Invigorating. In general.
I find that if I haven’t done readings for anyone in a day or two, I start to get cravings, almost. I start thinking about who I can visit who might want a reading. Fortunately, this weekend I had a few readings for friends lined up.
One reading was for Shelly’s mother, Shirley. Shirley has been seeing psychics all her life, and even had a reading from Sylvia Browne’s son, Chris. I just checked their website, and it looks like readings with Sylvia cost $850 per half hour, and $500 for Chris. It’s actually less than I’d thought.
Another thing that jumps out at me from this website is this sentence:
Unlike some pseudo-psychics who tell people that their problems are caused by curses, evil entities, demons, or karmic retribution neither Sylvia nor Chris will blame the negative occurrences on your life on these things, and each of them feel it is important to advise their clients to not believe in such things. They do not exist.
I love these little synchronicities. I was just sitting down to write about Courtney’s reading, when I came upon that.
Courtney, who I’ve mentioned before, is a traditional, old-school witch. She uses physical objects to assist with energy changes in a household, a life pattern, etc. Where I will cast my nightly protection over my house by simply visualizing it and declaring it there, Courtney may use objects like pennies dipped in holy water to emphasize a barrier that will remain until the pennies are removed. I believe these are simply different methods of accomplishing the same thing.
Courtney believes in demons and evil entities. In fact, she describes regularly going “into hell” to battle such demons and entities. I asked her to elaborate, to tell me about “hell” – what it was (to her), who she met there.
She told me a lot about what hell was not (fire and brimstone) but not much about what it actually is, what she experiences. Maybe another visit sometime will reveal more.
It’s interesting and actually disconcerting to me to encounter someone so focused on hell, demons, and negative entities.
While Courtney is a great person, she does not consider herself to be specifically aligned with a “side”, commonly described in the psychic world as light or darkness. Christopher Reburn likes to refer to psychics and sensitives working for good in this world as “lightworkers”. I’ve heard a very good and kindhearted psychic who practiced voo-doo to be accused of working with “the dark arts” by a psychic who considered herself a lightworker.
It’s so funny to me how even psychics, those of us who KNOW and experience so much more about the other side than the average incarnated bear, can still find so many reasons to become divided. In a way, it’s human nature, isn’t it? And this would be one phenomenon I’ll keep my eyes peeled for when I get to my first new-agey convention.
Anyway, back to Courtney.
Courtney has been a sensitive herself, all her life. She doesn’t talk directly with people on the other side, but she sees auras and works energy as a witch to great effect.
I have a lot of respect for her, and yet, this business about her demons has me perplexed.
I had Courtney over to my house for her last reading. When she came in, Sunshine, my white cat, approached her with great deliberation and said, “I want you to know that I control the energy in this house.”
Courtney, I’m sure, would not have deliberately affected the energy in the house, but obviously, her mere presence had Sunshine asserting herself.
Courtney declared she’d parked her “Hell Hound” outside our house. I don’t even know what a hell hound is. I hadn’t been aware of any entities other than the incarnated ones (but that doesn’t mean they’re not there.)
What I did notice was a scratching at the door. I figured my other cat was outside and wanted in, and so I went to the front door and opened it up.
And in walks this black ghost cat, very similar to the one I saw at John & Melinda’s place.
I asked Courtney about it, she didn’t know who he was. I mentally shrugged and got on with the reading.
Courtney’s demons are a very real, day-to-day experience for her. She described her protective spells and her experiences with doppelgangers and other negativities in great detail. My intuition tells me her experiences are real.
When I was young, I asked my parents if there was such a thing as God. I was going through the integration of the idea that Santa Clause, the Tooth Fairy etc., did not exist, and I was wondering if this God fellow was a similar creation.
I was surprised when my parents looked at each other, and then had to leave the room to get their story straight before deciding what to tell me. See, both of my parents have observed and personally experienced the painful limitations of set-in-stone religious ideals, and so their spiritual guidance for their kids was like a hippocatic oath: First, Do No Harm.
And so what they told me, what I believed and still carry with me to this day is this:
“We believe in Heaven. We believe that someone got things going in the universe, but that it’s our own choices that drive our lives.”
This was enough of an answer for me. As far as I was concerned, I had gotten a “Yes, God is Real,” and I’ve moved forward in my life with that knowledge ever since.
As the years progressed and my mother expanded her own research into spirituality, she’d talk to me about the things that made sense or didn’t make sense to her, and in this way we’ve created our own ideas of God, Azna, Heaven and the afterlife.
My thoughts about negative entities have been few, and when we’ve necessarily had to deal with malevolent ghosts or energy imprints, it’s generally been in a house-clearing and protection stance. Never have I thought about going to battle with negatives.
Which is why Courtney’s reality is so interesting and disconcerting to me. At some point in her life, Courtney decided that she had two choices: she could become a victim, or a fighter. She has become a self-declared fence-sitter in terms of positive and negative energies, because in her words, “The Universe doesn’t care.”
The Universe doesn’t care.
That statement is at the heart of what I’m getting at. Courtney’s experience in this life has led her to this conclusion – good, evil, doesn’t exist. It’s all the same to the Universe. The Universe doesn’t care.
I hear this and I want to shout: “The Universe DOES CARE! MY GOD! Just ask for help! Just ask and you will be surrounded by so many angels, so many loving ancestors! You do not need to fight all by yourself, you really can be loved and protected. You just have to want it and accept it!”
But of course, I do not say this. Instead, I pass on the advice of her grandfather, and my cat:
“There is just as much to be learned from the light as from the darkness. Expand the light in your heart to surround your body, the room, the house, the city, the world.”
Gently, her Grandfather and my cat, asked her to think about turning her face towards the lightness, the happiness, the joy, the love in the Universe. That’s all they’re asking right now, just for her to think about it.
Courtney went home looking thoughtful and I believe she was feeling happier. I’m looking forward to our next visit.
Now about that black cat…
After Courtney left, I felt a return in myself to the worried person I had been six months ago. This centered feeling of peace and protection was illusive. I couldn’t settle down, I couldn’t stop worrying, panicking, about things that really aren’t problems. This was a familiar feeling in a way, but not a welcome one – I am not going to return to that.
So I started asking why I was feeling that way, and I understood that I needed to cleanse the house after Courtney’s visit. I got out my trusty bell to assist me in raising the vibration of the household, while I sweep out any sticky energy. This is something that Sweetie and I have been doing for years.
But this time I encountered something so strange in the Spirit room (the second bedroom.) Up there in the corner, was some sort of creature. It clung to the corner like a spider, but it felt like a mammal, a monkey. Or a cat.
I didn’t think too much about what it was, why it was there, or how it got in until the next day. At the time, I focused on sending the creature out of the house. In doing so, I sensed that it was a sort of energy parasite, that it had followed Courtney into our house and had decided to try and stay. Not gonna happen.
I removed it easily enough, but it’s mere presence in my HOME was so disturbing, that I’d been worrying about it all the next day. What is it? Was it attacking Courtney? Would *I* start to experience similar attacks?
I even questioned the thing’s existence, except that I *know* now not to doubt the things I sense. I sensed this creature just as I sensed the black ghost cat in John & Melinda’s house. I got the confirmation from them, (the kids had a black cat years ago, named Tom). Something was definitely there, but maybe my interpretation of it was inaccurate.
After all, it’s easy to be afraid. It’s more challenging to try to understand.
Sweetie found a blog entry from 2006:
The VERY FIRST PARAGRAPH:
|11-1-06 – A psychic friend of mine called me on the telephone first thing this morning to tell me that she had an OBE (Out of Body) experience with John Lennon. She said that he thanked her for coming to see him because he had been trying to contact her friend Dee three times this month and it wasn’t in her paradigm to recognize him for who he was and that I thought the visits were someone else.John wanted Dee to know that the work I was doing on my website was important – presenting ‘truth’ on many topics, and he appreciated that we didn’t charge people to read our words of wisdom like other websites do.
I feel like laughing and crying! John says, “What, do you think you’re the only psychic I’ve ever spoken to?”
Little confirmations like these are so important to me. I am *not* crazy. I really am talking with John. He really is helping me practice my psychic abilities, and he’s helped other psychics in the past for years.
He is laughing, because it’s so funny to him (and many on the other side) that we incarnated ones need proof and proof and more proof before we’ll believe what’s in front of us.
“A little New Year’s Gift for you!”
and “Maybe you’ll be less afraid to tell people you’re talking to me, (wink, gentle smile).”
It’s funny too the painting which illustrates the similarities between Jesus and John – I’ve been getting a lot of Jesus call-outs lately. People talking about J-dog in their blogs, in real life to me. I had to ask, “John, are you Jesus?”
He laughs, “No! But we’re great friends!”
Thank you John. We love you so much.
Sweetie and I have our disagreements every once in a while. We’re not clones of each other, we have differences, however invisible they may seem to our friends. (Friends tease us we are slowly becoming the same person.)
When these disagreements happen, we may have a fight. I call it a fight, because I hate these times, it makes me feel very upset when our partnership harmony is tossed on the seas of strife. To someone else, it may not look like a fight unless there are raised voices involved (which doesn’t always happen.)
Over the holidays, a couple such fights occurred, enough for John to comment, “You girls have been fighting a lot recently. It makes me feel sad to see you both upset.” (I’m paraphrasing the feeling of empathy he projected.)
I replied, “Yeah, I know. I don’t like it either. Any suggestions?”
“You could try this: take a small break from finding a solution and just spend some time hearing each other. Someone talk, someone listen. Then switch, so that each of you has completely expressed and completely been heard. Then find a resolution later.”
I brought John’s advice to Sweetie and we discussed it – and we think this will really help. We haven’t had a chance to try it out yet, but I think it could really be the tool we need to diffuse the hurt and emotion from our infrequent conflicts.
We always have and continue to find compromises we both feel at peace about, but I look forward to reducing the pain of the process.
Over New Years, Sweetie & I travelled a few hours away to visit friends on their little hobby farm. We invited John to come with us for whichever parts he liked.
I’ll tell you about New Year’s Eve in a subsequent entry – that night deserves its own entry.
The funniest part of the weekend was when we toured the city with our friend Shelly, and John came along. I’ve done some readings for Shelly before, and since the reading I wrote about, she’s had a few more from me. I was very happy when we started to get some things we could confirm for her – things like her cat describing her surroundings to such accuracy, I could not possibly be making it up. Since Shelly now seems to believe in and respect my psychic skills, she’s a lot more open to really hearing what I get for her, when she asks about her future or her relatives.
And yet I did not tell Shelly John’s last name when he showed up at our New Year’s party, but I did introduce him as a spirit-friend who is helping me practice, which is true. My friends are REALLY understanding and have cut me a lot of slack, weirdness-wise, and yet I hesitate to test just how far they’ll suspend their disbelief for me by telling them I’m talking to John Lennon.
John thought it was really funny that we’re keeping his *true* identity a secret, and so he kept cracking jokes and saying things to get me to trip up and accidentally spill the beans, or drop enough hints that Shelly would figure it out. To make matters worse (or funnier) John was wearing the above pictured Big Floppy Hat paired with a pied-piper colourful coat and huge platform boots with heels. He has such a picture strolling around on those long legs of his it was all I could do to not describe his every nuance or vogue-pose!
Because I’m so used to just letting the words flow, I often will just mindlessly narrate whatever John says, which is where the *real* challenge was.
Sometimes it comes out as a callback to one of his songs (making Sweetie snicker). Or, a Beatles song will come up on the radio (which happened A LOT this past weekend) and he’d chime in with little back-stories for the songs, which I’d have to keep to myself or, if I blurted it out, pretend I’d read it in some magazine.
My favourite was when we drove past a VW Bug and I exclaimed “John says Oh look, a Beatle!”
If Shelly caught onto anything, she didn’t say.
I think that’s it for this week’s John Lennon Friday. His advice to bring peace into our partnership was one of the best things that happened this weekend – and we had a *great* time.
Thu Dec 22:
Kat was reading over the people who were buried in the Pere Lachaise cemetery, Paris. Many famous people are buried there, including Jim Morrison, and Picasso.
Sweetie went, “Ugh,” thinking about Picasso. John asked why she didn’t like his work.
“Ugh, cubism. It’s just so cerebral, so intellectual. It’s more head centered and less heart centered, and I think that art should come from the heart.”
John says, “I think he’s okay. I like this,” and shows Sweetie this painting:
Sweetie googles the painting and finds this article:
From the article: Guernica shows the tragedies of war and the suffering it inflicts upon individuals, particularly innocent civilians. This work has gained a monumental status, becoming a perpetual reminder of the tragedies of war, an anti-war symbol, and an embodiment of peace. On completion Guernica was displayed around the world in a brief tour, becoming famous and widely acclaimed. This tour helped bring the Spanish Civil War to the world’s attention.
Guernica should be seen as Picasso’s comment on what art can actually contribute towards the self-assertion that liberates every human being and protects the individual against overwhelming forces such as political crime, war, and death.
“Wow,” Sweetie says. “It’s a very political painting. I’ll stop hating on Picasso now. I guess it’s been a while since I’ve been to art school.”
“Yeah, me too,” replies John.
Fri Dec 23 – email from Sweetie
I was thinking more about Picasso today. Thinking, “Well Guernica is good. But Les Demoiselles d’Avignon is awful”.
It’s a bunch of French prostitutes with faces that look like African tribal masks. As I recalled. Kinda racist and sexist, right? Like sexual savages, or something.
So John asked, “Why don’t you look at it again?”
So I looked it up:
It was very controversial when Picasso first exhibited it, because the women in it are sexual in a way that is not demure. They stare down the viewer and confront him/her.
Then it occurred to me — these women are *powerful*. Picasso saw strength and power in women. It probably scared him, and he probably felt threatened by it, but he recognized it. And French society saw it too, through his eyes and condemned it. Damn. It’s the Sacred Feminine. They’re like temple prostitutes.
I actually think John likes Picasso a lot, come to think of it. If you look at his line drawings, there’s some influence there.
Dec 28: Conversation between John & I
As I am reading the latest “In Touch” magazine…
John: “You know, those people in the gossip magazines are real people too. They have feelings and prefer to be private. If they wanted those pictures out, they’d release them.”
*sigh* I really enjoy gossip rags. I come by it honestly, my mother was a fan of the National Enquirer. I prefer the US Weekly or Star! and I tend to buy them when there’s some gossip on the celebrities I care about.
John: “Reading those magazines is like doing a reading on someone without their permission.”
Right as usual, John. Which brought me to this entry on ethics.
Thu Dec 29:
Kat has been hearing John’s song, Mind Games, in her own mind. Now I’m that person who posts song lyrics in her blog; but seriously, read it, and see if it describes telepathy to you too:
We’re playing those mind games together
Pushing the barriers planting seeds
Playing the mind guerrilla
Chanting the Mantra peace on earth
We all been playing those mind games forever
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil
Doing the mind guerrilla
Some call it magic the search for the grail
Love is the answer and you know that for sure
Love is a flower you got to let it grow
So keep on playing those mind games together
Faith in the future out of the now
You just can’t beat on those mind guerrillas
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind
Yeah we’re playing those mind games together
Projecting our images in space and in time
Yes is the answer and you know that for sure
Yes is surrender you got to let it go
So keep on playing those mind games together
Doing the ritual dance in the sun
Millions of mind guerrillas
Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel
Keep on playing those mind games together
Raising the spirit of peace and love
(I want you to make love, not war
I know you’ve heard it before)