The eyes have it

It’s just a small difference really, but in that small difference can lie day and night, life and death, or the whole world. The small difference I’m referring to is in the words that people use and the way in which they put those words together. Change a word here or there, and it changes the whole intention of the message. Or simply move a word from the start of the sentence to the end of it, and you’ve now said something completely different.

I work with words every day; I’m a wordsmith, so I should know all about the tricks and manipulations that can be done with words. Yet, when you’re on the receiving end of manipulated messages, it’s not so easy to see where the words have been substituted or how exactly the intention of the message has been subtly shifted. Also, sometimes the deliverer of the message doesn’t realize that the message has been shifted or changed; they are honestly repeating what they heard or were told. Other times, the deliverer may honestly believe what they are saying is true, so again, the keenness of the words isn’t completely understood by them, but is doubly felt by you.

Word manipulation…it’s the difference between a doctor saying “Do this and you won’t die…” and “Do this and you won’t die as fast…”. The first statement is a very positive message. It says “you’ll be fine…trust me.” While the second message says, “You’re dying, but we might be able to slow it down…”. That second message, if heard and truly understood, can be pretty shocking if you had no idea that you were that ill.

The words used to deliver the messages are very similar, but the underlying meanings are completely different. Many of us don’t hear the underlying meanings, so we don’t even notice their differences. In fact, many of us are lucky to pay attention to the primary message and notice the subtle differences there. I think it’s because we don’t really listen. We hear, sure, but we don’t listen. We take in the words, but then we translate them into a message that we find acceptable. It may not be the same message that is actually being stated, but it’s one that we want to hear.

But then that’s the power of words. We can twist, shift, and manipulate them to say almost anything, and we do. Whether we are crafting the initial message or receiving that message, we shift the words to suit ourselves. And if we don’t like the underlying message, we ignore it; we pretend that it wasn’t there.

And while images may be worth a 1000 words, even they (nowadays) can be manipulated so that the original 1000 words they represented say something else.

Yes, with all this manipulating and reworking of the words going on, it can sometimes be hard to know just exactly what it is someone is trying to tell you. So how to tell what the true message is? How do you figure out what someone is really trying to tell you? While listening closely is always a good idea, the best way is to read their eyes. The true message that a person wishes to convey comes from their soul. So, to know what they want to really tell you, read their eyes, because the soul never lies.


So, what plant are you?

While sitting in the dentist’s office, I was skimming through a magazine and came across one of those self-evaluation quizzes. Usually I pass them by, but figuring it would help fill the time, I decided to try it out.

The questions seemed deceptively silly, but I found myself returning to the questions long after I had left the dentist’s office. All through the day I’d catch myself thinking about them, so finally decided to write them down and share them with you.

If you were a plant, based on your personality, what plant would you be?

What plant do you think others would say you are?

What plant would you like to be?

Of course, most people would probably answer the questions by saying something like “lilacs” or “sunflowers” or some other flower, because who doesn’t want to see themselves as beautiful and fun?

But if you really think about yourself and your personality, are you really just a simple annual? Don’t you have more depth than that?

When I really took a look at myself I decided that I was probably a prickly pear. While they do bloom, it’s only once a year. Mostly they’re prickly (like me), which makes them hard to get to know, yet they thrive in harsh conditions. I would hope that most people would see me as more of a bougainvillea. While still prickly with thorns, which might keep many at a distance, the blooms would attract people who might be willing to push past the thorns and get to know the real me. Because once you get to know me, I can be a very loyal and enduring friend, providing help, advice, assistance, or comfort.

What I’d like to be is an oak, like my husband. Oaks, to me, offer comfort in the form of shade, food (acorns), and shelter. They’re large and give the feeling of security and stability, and they seem to be like old friends when you come across them. 

So, what about you, Reader? What plant are you, and what plant do you want to be?

Finding a psychic

How do you find a psychic? That’s a question that comes up every now and then.

Different time periods looked at psychics as either mentally unstable, speakers of the gods, speakers of the devil, or someone filled with demons. Advertising your ability could earn you a favored seat at court, a life locked in a dungeon with the other mad people, or death through fire, water, or torture. Luckily today, someone claiming to be psychic doesn’t have to worry (too much) about being killed; however, there are still places where being a psychic is considered akin to madness, and if not mad, then you are considered a con artist, a fraud, or a charlatan.

Therefore, many true psychics either choose not to share the knowledge of their ability with anyone, or they only share it with a select few. There are those who are willing to bring psychicness out of the closet, so to speak. Some of us do it through writing or other more passive or quiet demonstrations, while others try to make a living from their natural abilities.  It is usually one of the latter that most people encounter when they go looking for a psychic to answer those questions regarding life and love.

Those that choose not only to share the knowledge but to actually try to make a living with their ability tend to fall into two categories: Those that are empowered by the knowledge they have and wish to share, and those that are empowered by the money or attention they expect to gain.

Now, there’s nothing wrong with someone trying to make a living from their psychic abilities. It’s no different than someone trying to make a living from their ability to write, paint, or build a house. However, if the person is more enamored of the money or glory that they can get with their talent (whether painter, business man, or psychic) then, you need to use caution.

So, when you go looking for a psychic, try to notice whether the person is more interested in how much you’re willing to spend or in giving you your money’s worth of information. It’s that difference that you need to notice and be aware of when you contemplate asking advice from a psychic. If the psychic says they can only tell you what they know, that they can’t (or won’t) always tell you things that will make you happy, or that they believe the information or message is the most important thing, then you’ve found someone whose agenda isn’t hidden. They’re not doing it for the money (although they expect to get paid) and they’re not doing it for the publicity or attention; they’re doing it because it’s the right thing to do, and because the information might help you, make you feel better, or help you understand something.

But even making that judgment comes down to listening to yourself, listening to your inner voice, because there are a lot of frauds out there, sad to say. However, if you listen to your own inner voice, you will usually find yourself drawn to someone whose agenda is the same as yours. Someone who wants to use their abilities to help you reach your goal.

Now, if your goal is to debunk psychics, then you will probably never find a “real” one, or even if you did, you wouldn’t recognize them anyway. However, if your goal is honest, such as a need for closure by hearing from a loved one, or a genuine interest in learning about life and gaining enlightenment, and you listen to your own inner voice, the path will most likely lead you to where you need to go. If all you’re looking for, though, is someone to make your decisions for you, someone to lean on, then following the path will most likely lead you to a psychic willing to make those decisions for you—for a price.

Of course, if you’re unwilling to listen to your inner voice, then selecting a psychic becomes more of a crap shoot. Based on your inner fears and drives (impatience will select the first one willing to give you an appointment, greed will settle for the one charging the least, and martyrdom will go to the one that notices how abused and forgotten you are) you will find yourself facing someone who may or may not have your best interests at heart.

So, if you want to find someone who can read your pasts, tell your future, or contact a loved one who has passed on, follow your inner voice. You may have to pass through the 7 degrees of contacts to get there, but when you arrive, you’ll know that it’s most likely someone you can trust, that it’s someone who has the knowledge and is willing to share it with you—good or bad.

The book that wasn’t there…

Everyone has an Aha moment, that moment when they finally understand something. Mine came in two steps. When I was about 18 my mother gave me a book that she thought I might find interesting. It didn’t look like anything special—just a simple paperback book with a blue cover. The front had drawings of different people’s faces dressed from different time periods and a picture of a Ouija board on it.

Normally a fast reader, this book actually took me about a week to get through. It was filled with new concepts and ideas that somehow also felt familiar. It was a very interesting read, and I knew I would want to read it again. I felt the truth of the information, although I didn’t fully comprehend everything.

I set the book aside, and life went on. Meanwhile, the concepts and ideas percolated at the back of my mind. I never really consciously thought about the book until years later, when I hit an emotional crossroads. At that point, I thought that something in that book just might help me with my choices.

I searched high and low for the book, sure that I had placed it in one of the many bookcases in the house, but couldn’t find it anywhere. Unable to locate it, and not remembering if I or my mother had lent it to someone else, I went to the bookstore and got a new copy.

This time it only took a couple of days to read through it, and I had the biggest Aha moment of my life when I finished. While the first time I had read it had been like going into a dark house with a couple of lit candles that illuminated just a few of the dark rooms, this time it was as if I had found the main fuse box and so lit up the whole house. I not only understood everything the book was saying, but I recognized the truth of the concepts the next time I looked at someone’s aura.

All my life I had seen auras, and I had taught myself what the different layers were and what the colors and shapes meant. However, it always felt as is some of the pieces weren’t there, like there was some information I should be understanding but wasn’t. Now, all the pieces fell together.

As I continued to travel my life’s path, I had many occasions to give away copies of this book. Some of those I shared the book with also had Aha moments, and others didn’t. Some got the same reaction I had the first time I read it—that there’s something very true in this material, but never fully understanding all of the concepts and ideas. No matter how much, if any, of the information people got from the book, I was happy just to share it with others.

Several weeks ago, I had the chance to again share the book with several people. This time as I handed them each a copy of the book, the copyright date caught my attention. Something about it seemed off, but other things took my focus and I let it go. As the week continued, though, the date continued to niggle at my mind, and I finally went in search of my own copy of the book. I checked the copyright date, and then after several calculations I finally realized why it bothered me so. According to the copyright date, my mother gave me the book before it was published.

Convinced there had to be some mistake, I actually contacted the publishers and asked for the first release date. They quoted the same date as in my copy of the book. So, somehow, some way, in some alternate reality, I read that book, the book that awakened my mind and released my soul years before it became available in our world.

Peel back the shroud…

I think it’s about time that we brought death out of the coffin (so to speak). We need to pull back the shroud and take a good hard look at why it bothers us so much that most of us won’t even discuss it. When someone does occasionally bring up the topic, they do so in hushed voices, as if by speaking normally they may actually awaken some grim reaper from its stygian depths that will spirit them away into that frightening world of the unknown, that world into which all who are dead disappear.

What are we really so frightened of, anyway? After all, death is, in dictionary terms, the state of non-being. However, logic, common sense, science, and religion all tell us that there is no such state. They all say that although the physical form ceases to function, another part of us lives on; therefore, you can never not be.

That part of us that continues to exist is referred to by religion as the soul, the core, essence, the spirit, and the chi, and science calls it the psyche, the aura, a vibrational frequency, and a type of energy. Whatever name you give it, something of us remains once the body ceases to be. So, death is really just an altered state of being, a state in which matter ceases to function, but awareness continues.

So, while the physical presence of the person ceases to be, the true person lives on, just in a state of being that most of us refuse to recognize. (Yes, I said refuse. After all, we can choose to see beyond the boundaries of our physical world, but most of us do not because it would “ruin” the “dramas”, the “plays” we call life.) Therefore, while the person we knew and interacted with is no longer available to us, while we can no longer pick up a phone and call or text them, receive emails from them, or see their smiling face, they still exist.

But where do they exist? In what form do they exist? Why can’t we see them, hear them, interact with them?

Every culture, religion, family or tribe, has their own way of answering those questions—and sometimes even more than one answer. The Mayans believed that the underworld had nine layers and their version of heaven had 13 layers.

The Ancient Egyptians conceived of an afterlife as quite similar to normal physical existence — but with a difference. The model for this new existence was the journey of the Sun. At night the Sun descended into the Duat (the underworld). Eventually the Sun meets the body of the mummified Osiris, and Osiris and the Sun, re-energized by each other, rise to a new life for another day. For the deceased, their body and their tomb were their personal Osiris and a personal Duat. For this reason they were often addressed as “Osiris”. For this process to work, some sort of bodily preservation was required, to allow the Ba to return during the night, and to rise to a new life in the morning. However, the complete Akhu was also thought to appear as stars.

Today, the beliefs are as myriad as the stars above. Most Christians believe in some form of heaven (complete with angels, cherubs, heavenly choirs, and a long-bearded, robed man waiting at the entrance to a large golden gate) or hell (being either torridly hot or frigidly cold and containing pitch-forked laden, goat-eyed, horned and tailed half-men to provoke them).

While many who believe in Wicca, Buddhism, and other religions believe that at death the dying consciousness of the body moves to a new biological structure (usually another human body, but some believe that the consciousness can be reborn as animal) and continues their cycle of lives with little interruption. For them, an afterlife only occurs once all the levels of living have been completed.

For others, there is no afterlife at all. Life simply ends when the body dies, and that’s it. Still others believe that the afterlife is simply one-step removed from our own world, sharing the same space as our world, but not viewable (except by a few “chosen” who see and speak to spirits).

And just maybe that’s why we’re so frightened. There are so many possibilities, so many beliefs, that we don’t know what to think. We start second-guessing ourselves and wondering what’s real. Are our loved ones in heaven (or hell), or is that just a platitude that others tell us to comfort us during our bereavement? Do people really come back? Or are they just hanging around, just out of sight, waiting for us physicals to notice them (can you imagine just how crowded that would make their reality?).

So, then we start thinking that maybe we’re just fooling ourselves; maybe there really isn’t any kind of afterlife, after all. Well, considering we each create our own world, we could be “fooling” ourselves, but how would we know?

But just because we can’t get our minds around the type of world that could actually exist outside of our own, doesn’t mean that some type of afterlife doesn’t exist.

So why not talk about it. Let’s bring it out into the open. It’s not morbid, sick, frightening, or depressing. In fact, death is just another type of life waiting to be created and explored by each of us. So, rather than being frightened by the idea of death, try thinking of death as a vacation from life. (Of course, like all vacations, death also ends when you decide to take on a new life, in a new body, with a new family, and a whole new set of dramas to participate in.)

Achieving Oneness

Scientists conducting studies on monks and shaman who go into deep trances expected to come away with the insight of which areas of the brain were activated during these periods of heightened awareness. However, what they discovered instead was that no new areas of the brain were activated; instead, the spatial awareness section of the brain was inactive—totally dark and unused.

What does that mean? It means that when someone states that they felt at one with the universe, they very well may have been. Without the spatial awareness section in our brains functioning, we have no way to distinguish between what is us and what is someone else. We also do not recognize physical locations. In other words, there are no boundaries. We literally see everything as one large, connected energy, and not as individuals. There is no longer a feeling of place and time or you and me.

It’s what the spiritually enlightened have been saying all along—our feelings of separateness and aloneness are self-created and self-perpetuated. We establish the boundaries and lock them into a portion of our brain where we can reference them whenever we feel a need to re-establish ourselves in our reality. However, if we were to stop referencing them, make them inactive, then we would see and experience the world from a totally different perspective, one of universal oneness.

Some people are only able to stop referencing part of this section of their brains. Those that can stop referring to their internal GPS (their spatial locator, which positions them within a specific location in the physical world) can then more easily do remote viewing or have out of body experiences.

Releasing the internal barrier that helps you recognize the difference between self and others is what allows some people to “read” others, to see them clearly. This is because with this particular barrier released, they are able to see the other person as if they were the other person. Without personal internal boundaries you can actually shift your perception to include anyone and everyone if you want to.

The more of this barrier that you release, the more universally is your perception of others, until you completely shut it down, and then you can widen your perception to be everywhere and include everyone, even those energies not recognized by us because they have no particular physical form. Imagine being able to perceive and accept everything—all animals, all peoples, all of nature. Imagine how much more aware we’d be of the damage we do every day by tossing out a gum wrapper or stepping on an ant hill?

If even just a small portion of us adopted this attitude, this skill every day, we would eventually have to stop with the campaigns that say “Save the Planet”, because it would come naturally to us. After all, if we saw the planet as one with ourselves, then we would never pollute; it would be too much like forcing ourselves to drink the toxins that spew from the factories, or eat the refuse that we dump into the landfills every day.

And if we could release that portion of our brains that keeps us separate from everyone else, just think how little crime there would be. How could you kill or maim someone, when you see, feel, and perceive that person just as clearly as you perceive yourself?

Wow, maybe there is a way to create a utopia, but, of course, we would all have to learn to shut down the spatial awareness sections of our brains first. But to me, that sounds exceedingly intriguing. Anyone want to try with me?

The Book of Knowledge

I was sitting on the grass, the sun warming my back while the trees murmured to each other. A gentle breeze caressed my cheek and the droning of bees filled the air. Although, I noted all of this on one level, I didn’t really notice it at all. The book in my lap occupied my complete attention, holding me, captivating me. Fascinated, I clung to every word.

It wasn’t a romance or mystery, not even a thriller or horror story–although, it did have some of all those elements within in it. No, this book was different, completely different from anything I had ever read before. It wasn’t put out through some regular publishing house; it wasn’t an e-book, or paper book. When I say this book was different, I truly meant it.

As I read through it, I felt rightness about the world and universe. It was as if each word only confirmed what I already knew. There was so much truth and wisdom packed into this thin, white volume, that I was amazed. How could this little book contain so much?

I couldn’t stop reading. Each word was a delight. Each sentence was a treat that filled my senses and teased my mind. Each page filled my mind with a million thoughts and ideas. They flooded through me, rolled over me, and barreled on past as I tried desperately to hang on to them. Every unique idea burst through me like a barrage of sky rockets, and I felt as if I were soaring high above the world.

My eyes moved down the page, and my mind continued to buzz and thrum with all the delightful insights that each sentence called forth from my being. Where had this book been hiding. Why hadn’t I found it until now? Everyone needed to read this book, I thought as I pulled my eyes from the page and smiled up at the butterflies soaring above me. 

I thought of all the people who could be helped just by reading any portion of this magnificent writing; of all the wars and other violent situations that could be averted if people would just read from this book. It was dumbfounding that more people hadn’t learned what I had simply from the few moments I had spent reading this book. Every person should have their own copy, I murmured to myself. Just think how wonderful the world would be if we all read from this book and were awakened to the knowledge and understanding of how things worked–a secret that hides within all of us.

Each of us carries the knowledge, the wisdom to do no harm. Yet every day we ignore that wisdom and go out and do as we please, regardless of who or what we hurt. Yet, I knew that if we all read even just a few pages from this book, that the rate of hurtfulness would drop significantly. How could it not? The information was all right here–all anyone had to do was read the first page and they, too, would see the truth, both within themselves and within the book.

I stood, my finger caught in the book, holding my place, and I looked toward the house. I needed to make as many copies of this book as possible, so everyone would have a chance to see what I had seen. As I glided through the grass toward the house, I suddenly awoke. Finding myself in the darkness of my bedroom, I cried out.

I sat up in the bed and searched frantically for the book I had moments before been holding in my hands. But, of course, it wasn’t there. It had just been a dream. There was no actual “book”, there was only the information that each of us carries within ourselves. Not that this makes the information any less valid, but it does make it harder to share. After all, a physical book can be copied, or given away, or read to others. But how does one share the information that is “written” only on their own soul?

Each of us carries within us their own version of this “book”. The “trick” is finding the key to unlock that information ,thereby making it available to yourself (and, if you like, to others). You see, everyone is different. While some people will never look inside and recognize that they have a copy of this “book”, others may see it and never “read” it. 

This book of knowledge is hidden away within the library of your soul, but the librarian is adept at inducing fear, because she doesn’t want you to know the secrets within this book. For some people, she is so fearsome that they will never enter the library, let alone check out the book hidden inside there. Others may sneak into the library and find the book, but then be frightened away by the librarian before they can figure out what the book says. Some others may actually get a glimpse inside that book and know that it holds great wisdom and truth, but still be too afraid of the librarian to stay very long. But a few, like me, will brave the librarian, proving to themselves that she is not as fearsome as she would like you to think; and in doing so, manage to remove the book long enough to read the entire thing–cover to cover. And once read, they will find that life will never be the same, because they have discovered something wondrous–about themselves, about the world, and about everyone they know.

Whichever one of these you may be is fine, because not everyone needs to seek out their book of knowledge, nor does everyone need to read every passage within the book. Everyone is different, and everyone is on different paths, so when the time is right, you will find your book and you will read whatever passage or page you need to in order to continue on with your life. But if you’re lucky (because I consider myself lucky to have read the entire book and to have remembered most of it), you too, will read and remember every morsel of that book, and you, too, will find your life changed because of it.

It’s a fascinating and enlightening read, and I hope each of you gets the chance to at least sample some of the writings in your own book of knowledge some day.