You Have a Writer’s Energy

Greeting litebeings and welcome to all the new followers! Thank you for taking the time to visit this site and check out my musings, stories, and whatever Spirit brings forth from this vessel. I have a moon in Pisces blessing to share with you tonight.

Most readers know that my outer life has been consumed by work, adjusting to an odd schedule and accommodating an endless array of shifting demands and circumstances. I can truly say I love working with my clients, so I guess it is worth the effort to shapeshift as best I can.

Yet I yearn for the mystery that resides in my inner life, where Source resides and the divine spark is lit. Tonight I can report that a spark was present last night ( Friday).  After a very busy and exhausting week, I was delighted to park my car and walk towards my door.  Before I could do so, I was greeted by two neighbors with their collective dogs. I was feeling quite disengaged and made quick small talk without missing a beat. When a neighbor made a comment that saddened me, I retorted ” I work as a therapist and when I come home, I want to leave the negativity behind. ” ( or something to that effect. ) I do not know these neighbors well, and since I do not have dogs, I am not part of that crowd. So as I was walking to my apartment, the female neighbor ( we’ll call her Andrea) shouted out ” So do you practice CBT? ” and I am thinking ” What? ” I just want to watch some TV and chill. But I answer her and was surprised she knew about CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy). Andrea responded she once was a therapist but could not deal with the transference. She has lived upstairs for at least two years and I know nothing about her or her husband. Andrea seemed compelled to share more and more about her life. While it was interesting, I wanted to be alone with my thoughts.

Then she asked ” Are you published? ” I found that an odd question. I asked her if she was published because often people will ask others about topics that interest them personally. Apparently Andrea is getting her Ph.D.  in Education and her dissertation is almost complete. I told her I blog but have not published anything professionally.  She matter of factly declares ” I had thought you were a writer. ” This was strange since we never had a conversation before and barely say hello in passing. I wondered why she had arrived at this conclusion and she said that she’s an empath and reads people well.   ” You have a writer’s energy.” I was surprised she was spot on and quipped that since writing has always been my passion that perhaps I should step up my game. I took a good look at Andrea and the two small dogs she was cradling like babies. The dogs looked so gentle and sweet. How could I have not seen them before as they are? How could Andrea see me as I am so easily?  I suggested we talk again and she replied that they are relocating in about one month.

It occurred to me that I quickly dismiss people if they don’t quickly meet some arbitrary set of criteria that I subconsciously create. I make assumptions and filter out most people as mundane or mainstream or simply not interesting.  I rely on my perception to show me who and what to focus on. I avoid most dog people because I am a cat person and don’t really get dogs. Maybe my filtration system needs an upgrade. I wonder how many other people and situations I have overlooked in my desire to become less overstimulated by the outer world.  It is not a self-judgment as I understand that I do not have time to completely slow down and take in all of my environment. Yet, there is a lesson here for me to learn.

I really like the idea of having a writer energy, whatever that means. This was clearly a mystical moment; she could not have conjured up her impression randomly. She does not look like an empath, but even as I write this, I realize an empath does not have a look.

Speaking of perception and looking at things Wayne Dyer style, I have some lovely pieces to share with you from last week’s visit to the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Enjoy!

Don’t you just love moon in Pisces evenings?

 

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Crossing Over the Psychic Highway

Around the 1st or 2nd of March, I am listening to the radio during my morning commute. Business as usual. I am only partially tuning in to the announcer’s comments. He is discussing the next clue for a contest. That gets my attention as I became a bit curious. He said ” Answer all five correctly for your chance to win free tickets to see John Edward in Philadelphia. ” John Edward, the medium? Now I was more than curious!

I did not expect to win any tickets, but wondered when John Edward was coming to town. March 11, it turns out, was the magic day. That is a little over a week away. I check out the website and tickets are still available. Wow, I may actually do this.  I have been interested in John Edward for many years, having watched  his Crossing Over TV shows and interviews. I would scan the TV audience and imagine being there, receiving a random reading. He is not bad to look at, and really down to earth. Not only that, he credits himself on the ethics of the metaphysical profession.

I was amazed that I was led to this point. It is now Friday, March 3rd and I am sending out feelers to family and friends. No one is able to go with me. I keep trying to figure out if I am supposed to go. The tickets are not cheap and I do not know if I want to go alone. I settle myself down and ask for specific guidance. If I get a sign I will order a ticket.

So I am watching television, keeping myself open. I am listening to Bill Maher, as I do most Fridays. He is doing his “New Rules” routine, which is where he introduces images to accompany his satire. The topic is finding Liberals who can battle as hard as the Conservatives. He discusses bringing back people who may misbehave but kick Progressive ass. He goes on to suggest a candidate who  was a huge proponent of government – backed healthcare in 2008. The person’s picture appears on-screen: John Edwards! He was a popular Democratic Senator who had some excellent ideas but was morally distasteful. He is clearly not John Edward the medium, but their names are almost identical and Senator Edwards is not someone often mentioned anymore in the media.

I got my sign!

I marveled at my fortune, albeit briefly. My intuition has been amping up recently, and the more I listen, the more data that I receive. Just Friday morning in fact, I got a message from my mother via dreamtime. In the dream I am awakened by a phone call without any ringtone. I hear my mother’s voice a few feet away coming out of the receiver. I pick up the phone and she tells me to be careful driving to work. I see a vision of a dark rainy road. I tell her not to worry because I am calling out today. A few minutes later I wake from the dream and it is time to get ready for work. I review my dream and take it as a warning to stay home. I call out sick and go back to sleep. Thank you mom!

I was beginning to feel very nervous yesterday morning. The fact that the trains were not running did not help. How could I meditate on my dead relatives and pets while obsessing on how to get downtown? I didn’t, that’s how. I became focused on tracking the transportation agency’s twitter account instead. Thankfully service was restored because it was frigid yesterday and I did not want to drive into town on the first day of the Flower Show. It is one of the biggest draws to the downtown area so the city will be totally congested with tourists.

The birds began to take flight in harmony as I drove off to the train station. This was not lost on me at all. I arrived early enough to get a quick lunch. The historic Reading Terminal Market was filled to the brim and I had only a few minutes to gobble something down. Let me tell you this entire process was very harried, from beginning to end.  All of a sudden I get this thought about a gyros sandwich. I find the stand and,  lo and behold, one sole stool is empty! I jumped on the stool and ordered quickly. I was surprised I was able to find a seat with no line in this congested conglomerate of chaos.

So I get to the theater and find my seat, The energy is negative, despite the obvious sage – smudging. I am clearly excited and nervous. Here I am living my dream, yet all alone.  The name Linda came up often. 5 people were chosen to ask questions and one of them was Linda. Early on he mentioned a L name in the reading. He said ” Lou or Louise, but not Linda. ” When he uttered not Linda, I knew I would not be called on.  And I was correct.

And yet, I felt tuned in with John as my name came up repeatedly during the two hours. Nowadays,  Linda is not a popular name. There was also a reference to my favorite uncle, long ago deceased. He specifically said in the midst of another reading ” Uncle Joe”. What was important that he said Uncle Joe, not just Joe. John Edward often referenced how what is said for one person may apply to many, and he weaved in readings all across the audience, from one party to another, It was fascinating to watch him work. At the end of the event, there was time for a few more questions. I did not have a questions so I didn’t raise my hand. But the woman next to me did and they called on her. So John was looking at me while she spoke. I knew it.

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I highly recommend seeing him if you are interested in contacting a loved one. He is very wise and emphasized the power of energy work and implored everyone to become more educated about the workings of energy. John was impressive, offering information that was unexpected and quite specific. I enjoyed watching the audience member’s reactions and comments regarding how they grieved and who they loved. It was a very moving and humbling sight to behold.  He also flubbed a bit, showing he is human and fallible in this material world that we call Earth. He said teaching is his main mission now. I admire his dedication to helping others navigate the quantum world.

While I still desire to connect with the departed and get specific information from the other realms, it was not meant to be. I wonder why I was led so carefully to be at this event. I do not know. But what I am sure of is that signs and messages are everywhere and what you visualize you can realize.

PS: My buddy Dewin wants you to know about his new website Gallybloggers. It is a collection of poetry created by homeless people in his part of the world. It is a cool concept and I urge you to follow it and support this worthwhile cause.  thank you!

Dreams Made Manifest ~ The Clintons

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After writing my latest post about the power of women, I was curious to see if I recorded my dream about the Clintons that relates to the presidency. I searched my journals and voila, I found it.

Dream Title ~ The Clintons  recorded on 7-12-13

I am in a building, maybe an office. I see Bill Clinton and I approach him. I say ” I wish we would see more of you on TV doing policy. You are more like a stay-at-home dad now, not that there’s anything wrong with that role.”  He is walking fast and I am not catching up to him. He sounds brilliant and thoughtful. He may be discussing economic issues.

Later while alone I see Hillary. She asks me for advice so we go somewhere quiet. She is considering going to California in July but is not sure. I am thinking to myself that this is about the Presidential race. I ask her if there’s a deadline involved? I do not recall her answer or if she did respond to my question.  I suggest she spend a few days there to see if she likes the area and to also get grounded ( spiritual practices perhaps?) .

I do want to mention that a few days prior to the dream I watched Hillary on live stream at my alma mater Bryn Mawr College. However, there are many levels to dreams and I do not always dream about those I view online or elsewhere. I also am thinking that grounding may have to do with her political ground game ( I watch a lot of MSNBC).

Upon awakening I remember thinking she will run again for president. It clearly seems that California was pivotal to the outcome this time around. Primaries are usually decided much earlier. In my dream July was noted, but this event took place in June. Keep in mind that I was not aware of primary contest dates back in 2013.  This dream took place about three years ago but I never completely forgotten it. I have dreamt about the Clintons and other government figures from time to time. But this seemed more ” real”.  I am so glad I bothered to record it. Lately I have not been motivated to write down my dreams. Hopefully my motivation will return shortly.

I welcome any and all comments about the meaning. What stands out for you?

 

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Pluto Mars Madness

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Hello there, all new followers. Welcome to the family! Don’t be shy. Please let me know how you like the blog and what types of content you are interested in reading.

How many times have you heard about dramatic messages from Spirit?

There have been several instances both off and online where “the Red Sea parts” for some famous author, celebrity, or New Age teacher. My cynical side would wonder, ” This must have been exaggerated for sensationalism and to increase book sales.”

While there is little if anything that surprises me anymore, it is still healthy to apply discernment whenever you encounter something that seems too good to be true.

In any case, while I still have some pieces in draft form, I have an interesting tale that relates to the mystical, watery, ephemeral side of life. I am thinking of the 4th, 8th, and 12th houses, along with both of Scorpio’s rulers, Mars and Pluto. While Mars is the incredibly fiery ruler of Aries, it was the original planet associated with intense, passionate, volatile Scorpio. Pluto just re-entered my 12th house for an extended stay. It was only straddling the cusp in 2015, barely whispering in my ear. Now I sense more of the transition from the 11th to the 12th.

The 12th house rules institutions, the subconscious, and the unconscious. We are talking confinement, shadows, the hidden and the buried. Good times indeed! My desire to work with a medium had continued to increase to the point where I was ready to do something about it. Although my 8th house is empty, I am strongly Scorpion in nature with a lifelong interest in the occult. While I do not consciously possess mediumistic abilities, my fascination with the afterlife is strong and persistent.

This weekend I met with a gifted medium.Transiting Pluto was opposing natal Mars and transiting Mars was squaring natal Pluto on the day of the session. One could call this a double whammy. Meeting on this particular day was not planned way in advance, mind you. The opportunity came on quite suddenly.

While I am not at the point of revealing details, I will say that it was incredibly emotional and a bit cathartic. I also believe that Source has been preparing me for this opportunity behind the scenes.

The last question I asked the medium was if my own abilities to connect with the departed would increase as a result of the reading. The answer was an emphatic yes.

Now for the reveal:

The following evening after my reading, I was drawn to re-read Sylvia Browne’s world predictions. I have at least four of her books and am a huge fan of hers. I used to tape her regular appearances on the Montel Williams show. I did not remember which book had this material, but I figured my bedroom closet was the most likely location. The top shelf is very high, so I stood on my tippy toes to grab the book with her name on the sleeve. The book came tumbling down along with my Goddess tarot cards, my healing cards, and a few other books. The tarot cards spilled all over the floor and I had plenty of stuff to clean up. While this was happening,  I flashed to a story in an old Shirley MacLaine book where an important book leaped off the shelves to get her attention. The Sylvia Browne book that created the avalanche was not the one I was originally searching for. But on the carpet near the scattered cards I found a cat’s whisker. Then I turned over the Sylvia Browne book that I had identified at the top of my closet shelf. Imagine my shock when I read the title.

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This is the second time I found a whisker after Dexter’s passing. The thought occurred to me that these whiskers could be from my previous cat, but I doubt it. In all the years since my first cat died, I never recall discovering a whisker.

I think this experience really qualifies as a dramatic “Other Side” encounter. I wonder who or what put the idea in my head to search for the book on predictions. The subtle impressions we receive are often overlooked. I am more comfortable with the visual so I tend to minimize non-visual stimuli. That could be an error on my part. I am sharing this here to celebrate the wonder of Spirit communication and to say that we are more likely to create what seems impossible if we keep ourselves open.

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check out Dexter’s fierce whiskers!

 

Please share in the comments section if you have ever found a whisker or other souvenir after your pet transitioned. What about wild, dramatic, experiences that resulted in contact from Spirit?

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The Jury is Still Out

UPDATE 2-27-16: I was excused from jury duty.

This is a short blog dedicated to a new swirl of psychic activity. Nothing seems to be driving this train, like intention or visualization. This is a teeny tiny occurrence, but meaningful all the same. This Fire Monkey New Moon event may be responsible for some internal rewiring. We shall see…

I do not recall what even triggered this thought. I was sitting on my bed, thinking and musing, per usual. I became aware that it has been years since I was called to serve on a jury. I began to wonder why there has not been a summons in about ten years. I thought it may have to do with leaving City government in 2006. I had the thoughts and then moved on to the next thing.

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SIDEBAR: In classic litebeing fashion, I quickly scanned the image, ignoring the details. This summons is for Philadelphia. Huh? It was downloaded online, not my personal summons. The synchrony train continues : choo choo !

What do you think appeared in the mailbox on Friday? A jury summons! All I can say is OMG! Between this event and the pre-cognitive death dream, I sense that my third eye is opening up at a faster clip. It is so interesting that neither of these occurrences were a result of any practice or exercise. I am not interested in jury duty and I was not focused ( at least consciously) on my mother’s friend Ann. Maybe these experiences have been orchestrated simply to get my attention.

Mission accomplished!

 

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I am wondering if going to jury duty may trigger some interesting chain of events. I guess there is one way to find out. This is definitely a Saturn in Sag development. Saturn being government and Sag representing the legal system. The location of the court would bring me back to City Hall, not far from where I worked for close to 20 years. Ambivalence prevails. This pending full moon closely aspects my MC/IC axis, not to mention my Pluto. Since the full moon occurs tomorrow, it is likely that a preference will surface.  Like Scarlett O ‘Hara famously once said, ” I’ll think about it tomorrow.”

Have you noticed a recent uptick in psychic ability?

How about a surge in dream recall or telepathy?

Do tell!

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Dreamwork Works!

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Happy Pisces everyone! I could ask where does the time go, but at this point it would be redundant. I had planned to write the next installment of Colonodyssey, but this dream I recorded takes precedence.

I recently purchased a new journal. I do most of my writing these days here on my blog, but felt the need to resume a private journaling practice. My old journal was filled and I found this cool owl decorated replacement. By the way, I am keeping Owl, Deer, and Tiger as continuing totems. Owl has clearly been more prominent of late, but I had one in – person multiple deer sighting recently, and tiger is appearing more online and on TV, etc.

In any case, this gorgeous journal is enticing me to write more, which includes dream documentation. I will admit my dream recording is quite sporadic at best. However, what I am about to share has convinced me it really is in my ( and everyone’s) best interest to record as many dreams as you remember.

Now to the entry:

1-16-16 or 1-17-16

Mom’s Easter Birthday Party

Mom tells me we are invited to a huge ( 19 people) dinner at Ann’s house. This will take place the night before Easter. Easter is my mom’s birthday ( in real life her birthday is in April.  Occasionally it will fall on Easter.) She wants me to take off work. I am unsure of this.  I could call out sick, but did not want to do so.  I tell her I could take a Vacation Day off but better take care of this now because everyone will want the day off. I ask Mom how old she is. It was not a major birthday. I was unsure why we were having a major gathering for a routine birthday. (This dream takes place in present time.)

I then question my mom about Ann. ” Doesn’t she have Alzheimer’s?”  My mom replies ” No, she’s fine.” I am thinking to myself that my mom is in denial.

I call my mom upon admittance to the hospital on February 10th. She tells me that Ann, one of her best friends, had just passed away. She died from Alzheimer’s disease. Apparently Ann’s birthday was January 25th and she died on February 1st. I did not know when Ann’s birthday was, nor was I aware of her passing. I was aware of her condition but I have not seen her in decades, nor have I thought of her recently. I do not recall ever dreaming about her. She does not materialize in the dream but I do recall seeing her house where the dinner was to take place. Now I am wondering if that was the location of the post – funeral gathering. Apparently Ann and her husband recently relocated back to New Jersey and the funeral took place there. My mother did attend the service and told me she saw many of her relatives. I did spend time with Ann’s children and step children while I was growing up. I was fond of both Ann and her daughters who were a bit older than me.

I seem to be more clairvoyant and clairsentient of late, with a trifle clairaudience and telepathy thrown in for good measure. I have become incredibly tied into the synchronicity flow, but less psychic. I typically become psychic on demand if I am reading someone, but otherwise those abilities have appeared to dissipate. So imagine my surprise when I came upon this entry just a few days ago. My mind was blown. The dream happened just a few days before Ann’s birthday and subsequent passing.

I do not celebrate Easter, but know it is the day of Christ’s resurrection. So interesting that the day before Easter was highlighted in my dream. This clearly seems linked to Ann’s transition.

According to my research, the Ancients called 19 the ‘Number of Surrender’ as your life needs to link up with the Universal Life. Not exactly an easy number, number 1 represents ‘new beginnings’ and number 9 represents ‘endings’. When number 19s have determination to erase past mistakes they then develop their true Spiritual character with unshakable faith and a philosophy that will sustain them. 19 / 10 / 1 relates to an experience you have chosen on your path that cannot be avoided. It gives you an opportunity to stand on your own two feet and says that you will need all of the positive traits of 1 through to 9 to get through the experience.

It appears that 19 could be linked with my relapse and Ann’s passing. I can see the significance of this number in my dream scenario. It is also interesting that I did not want to take a sick day. Clearly I did not want to become ill again. Yet it appears that both my relapse and Ann’s passing were inevitable.

The takeaway ~ You never, never, know what your dreams will show you. I recently was telling someone about how dreams can take on different meanings over time. I have been able to identify that current lovers were actually forecasted in past dream sequences. In some cases, there was a significant gap between the dream and the manifestation. I am aware intellectually that time and space are just constructs, but it never fails to surprise me when I discover that I have accessed the future.

If you would like to read about some more dreamy goodness, check out this series from last year.

Want to learn how to make sense of your dreams and/or how to increase recall? Check out my Services page for the details.

 

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Dreamsicles

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While I have not been actively pursuing dreamwork, my dream life has been rather active. The evening of 5-21-15 ran the gamut from sheer horror to sheer delight. Here are the dreams I recall from evening 5-21-15 through morning 5-22-15. I call them dreamsicles.

Or dream-cycles

Why dreamsicles? My inspiration was taken from the simple creamsicle; a vanilla ice cream pop, cloaked in orange sherbet. While drinking liquid barium for my CT scan, I used my imagination to transform the chalky liquid into this childhood treat. When I had to drink this stuff in the ER back in April, it was orange flavored. It was not exactly yummy, but tolerable. This time when I drank it at home for my test, there was no flavoring as promised. I knew I had to devise a way to drink this concoction so I imagined the orange ice to complement the ” vanilla” liquid. I was somewhat successful since I finished the entire thing.

So here we go…

5-21-25 first 2 dreams were horrific:

1- I was sitting inside the driver’s’ seat of a car, losing consciousness, fearing death, preparing for death. I woke up terrified, afraid to fall back asleep.

2- I was struggling to stand in my bathroom and I was losing consciousness. I kept trying to keep upright, afraid of falling. Attempting to grasp the door jamb, I called out for Jesus. This really surprised me as I called out to him. Looked for him in the hall to appear, losing consciousness, fearing death. Yet again I woke up, really confused about what was going on with me. Really tired so I fell back asleep.

And now for something completely different:

3- Went back in time to the 1970s. Lots of teens around, big crowd. I run into a friend.We will call him “Sam.” He used to be my dream prompt. Seeing him meant I was dreaming. He has not appeared in years though. There was to be a 1970s party. I was excited about this. My friend “Sam” said I would like to dance with you , big smile. I was so excited and I typically don’t like to dance. Lots of love between me and Sam, unlike real life where we were longtime yet intermittent, platonic friends. I knew him from when I first moved to NJ in the middle of 6th grade through the summer after HS grad when our families vacationed at the same hotel down the shore. At the party, there was such a joyous atmosphere. The room was dark and the music was psychedelic. Sam and I hit the dance floor and did our thing. We were both young but I danced with the confidence of a more mature person. In high school I would have not felt as eager to express myself this freely.

When I turned around I saw a young Bob Weir singing Grateful Dead music.It was a big surprise. I have dreamed of Bob and Jerry( Garcia) many times before over the years. Sometimes while dreaming I talk with them. In this dream I did not know Bob, nor did I interact with him. I was so excited and remembered Sam was there at my first Grateful Dead concert in 1978. The same day he and his band performed a concert at the high school. A group of us began to chant the date of that concert 5-13-78. ( later I checked and that was the actual date of the concert. How did I remember that?) It was wild. I said to him “You were in a band!” I think he was the lead singer. My friends who attended the concert with me were at this party or at the very least I mentioned them to Sam. Some of Sam’s friends were also there. Sam and I were becoming a couple and were very happy. I felt loved and adored.

4- I was back with Sam telling him about dream #3. He may have been sitting on a bench outside with me standing across from him. Other people were around us. I cannot recall anything else. This often happens with me where I will go back to sleep and repeat the previous dream to the subject of that dream. Not the same as rejoining the dream in progress, but, a variation on that theme.

Now the even cooler reveal:

Per usual, I wake up and power up the laptop. I log onto Facebook and one of the first items that appears is a trailer for Bob Weir’s documentary that debuts today, yes today ( 5-22-15, the day I wrote this post) on Netflix.

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BTW I knew of the documentary but not that it was on Netflix and certainly not that it was debuting today. When I watched the trailer and saw old footage of Bob, my dream was rebooted in all its glory.

Dreams of dying do not surprise me as mortality has been a close companion this year. I much preferred the joyous almost epic dreams that led me back to my former dream prompt and a pre-cognitive event. My theory is that the past, present, and future are malleable and equally available in other dimensions. The image of a cosmic Rolodex comes to mind, where all timelines are available in some circular file, aka the film Interstellar. If you haven’t seen Interstellar, please submit to me a 1000 word essay on why not. Just kidding, but please see it if you can.

Find out if the theater has any dreamsicles before you go, or just bring your own!

 

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