For several years I kept an aquarium in my living room. One night as I lay in my bedroom sleeping, I dreamed the fish named Goldie fell with a thud against the aquarium floor. Startled, I awakened and went to the living room to see if she was all right. Goldie was swimming around looking just fine.
The next day Goldie got hung up in the plastic leaf decorations. I set her free and she plunked to the bottom just like in my dream although without making a thudding sound. The fish died later that day.
This is a typical example of a precognitive dream. It was literal in the sense that I saw in the dream substantially the same image I saw in waking life. Although some precognitive dreams take longer to come true, most do within twenty-four hours. Research indicates the same experience I've had personally.
The subject matter was mundane. Well for me, not for Goldie. The subjects of most precognitive dreams generally pertain to the ordinary events of our lives.
These clear dreams predict by showing what looks like reality and give us tips about our waking life. For example, they give warnings, important or trivial, and rehearse alternate futures from which we can choose the same way we consider alternatives while we are making decisions while awake.
Precognitive dreams can be literal like the Goldie dream or symbolic like one I had about a plane crash on January 2, 2009.
I was jumping to safety from a plane crash. Those who had survived jumped into the sea and hoped for rescue aboard ship. I watched myself and others cannonball into the water, which was frigid. I awoke momentarily, realized I was in a dangerous situation, and felt afraid. My heart was thumping. I went back to sleep and dreamed the same scenario again two or three more times.
Over the next few days I dreamed of travel danger.
One day as I drove past Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport, my hands shook so much I considered getting off the freeway and stopping the car. Although I drove on home, my distress was so great that I cancelled my plans to go to New York City to visit a friend in March.
I interpret I was getting precognitive flashes of the U S Airways plane, which went down in the Hudson River on Jan. 17. U S Airways is headquartered in Phoenix, so that very plane could well have been sitting in the airport as I passed by and felt so much trepidation. My emotions, although important, served as secondary confirmation to my disaster dreams, specifically the terror of having to jump into the frigid water.
Normally I'm not afraid to fly, so this was an unusual circumstance for me. I honored the dreams and did not take the chance but have gone on other flights since, even U S Airways flights.
Besides literal dreams and symbolic dreams, other aspects of dreaming psi can occur. Psi is a general term to indicate any anomalous experience like precognition, telepathy, clairvoyance, or psychokinesis. It's not always obvious which faculty dreaming psi involves. One of my dreams might have been an example of precognition and telepathy.
I dreamed I ordered a floral arrangement, which consisted of a spray of flowers with a teddy bear. I don’t know who I was ordering for, but definitely a family member.
Four months later my sister had surgery. I asked my granddaughter, Emily, to go on a flower delivery website and pick out something she thought my sister would like so we could send a gift to the hospital.
On her own, Emily picked a floral spray with a teddy bear and balloon. So perhaps I dreamed the future, but telepathy might also explain what happened. Perhaps Emily tapped into my conscious thought or my dream memory. She has on several occasions said what I was thinking. Maybe I subconsciously sent her the message.
Such events happen frequently within families or with people who are close to each other.
Dr. Stanley Krippner, a medical doctor, did phenomenal research on telepathy in dreams at Maimonides Hospital in New York in the 1960s and 1970s. The experimenters assembled a collection of photographs of art prints. On the night of the experiment, the experimenter chose one art print and focused on sending the image telepathically to the dreamers.
The dreamers in the other room went to sleep with the directive to dream about the target art print chosen for the night. They wrote summaries of their dreams. Afterward independent judges were given all of the art print and dream summaries. Their task was to match the art prints with the dream summaries. The high number of hits, far beyond what would have been calculated by chance, showed dreamers dreamed about the target pictures.
The Ganzfeld protocol, developed in the 1930s, is still in use in psi laboratories. It attempts to measure waking telepathy where a sender sent a mental image of a photo or picture to a receiver who was blindfolded and listening to white noise. Over the years these results have consistently come in at one-third where chance would be one-fourth. The hits increase when the sender and receiver are close like husband and wife.
Research on psi began in the 1800s and continued through the 1900s with notables like J. B. Rhine and his wife, Dr. Louise Rhine, at Duke University. They studied precognition among other things. It's even going on today.
You can be a part of it online by going to these websites: noetic.org, gotpsi.org, aspr.com.
In history Calpurnia, the wife of Julius Caesar, had two dreams that prophesied his death by assassination. Plutarch recorded her dreams for posterity. Interestingly, one was a symbolic dream, that the pediment of their house collapsed. We could interpret Caesar himself being the pediment or pillar of their household. Calpurnia's other dream was literal, that Caesar was stabbed, and she wept over him as she held him, murdered, in her arms. If only Caesar had trusted his wife's dreams, he might have lived much longer.
In the Old Testament of the Bible there are several examples of psychic material in dreams and visions. Joseph had dreams that came true and could interpret the dreams of others. Samuel heard the voice of God in dreams. It would seem that interest in psi ability is ages old.
Perhaps we as the human race are developing our abilities in telepathy. Jeremy Taylor, author of Where People Fly and Water Runs Uphill and several other books on dreaming, believes that the human race is developing greater telepathic abilities.
Taylor suggests that in our evolutionary past humans dreamed together to develop language. If that's possible, then perhaps we are developing our telepathic abilities now for the next stage of our evolution.
Often when we recall dreams we have the experience of seeing an image of a person in our dream. That person communicates with us despite the fact that his mouth does not move. We just seem to know what he means without his using language. We seem to operate telepathically in our dreams, perhaps helping ourselves to become more telepathic in the waking state.
Regardless, one thing we know for sure is that we can provoke our own precognitive and telepathic dreams. If you intend to have a precognitive dream and ask your dreaming self to assist, chances are you'll be successful. The better record you keep of your dreams, the greater the chance you'll find successful demonstrations.
Here's a Tip
• Ask a partner to select some dynamic looking photos from a magazine. Have him focus on one each night while you attempt to dream about the subject. Then compare your dream notes to the pictures used. You can make it more complex by inviting a third person to judge the dream stories and match them to the photos.
• Set a time for one person to send a telepathic message in words or an image from a picture to another person. Generally images that evoke emotions work better. Make sure you are in separate locations. Then compare your pictures or stories to the target image.
• Ask your dreaming self for a precognitive dream of something that will happen the next day. Write the dream down as soon as you awake so you'll have evidence for a demonstration.
• Set up a precognition dream study with interested friends. For example, "At 6 am (PDT)Pacific daylight time on the morning of Nov. 3 I will shuffle a deck of regular playing cards. Then I will turn up the top card." Your task is to see in your dream or intuition which card I will turn up. Feel free to submit entries anytime up until the drawing.
• Try your hand at games on psiarcade.com, noetic.org, gotpsi.org, and aspr.com.
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Saturday, May 7, 2011
The Dreaming Self
Imagine your waking self without the responsibility of looking after the physical body and all its needs. That’s your dreaming self. There’s no reason to fear or to ignore the dreaming self. It’s one source of learning and self-understanding, one way of connecting to the higher power, however we define it—God, Goddess, Allah, Brahma, Universal Love, the Life Force. I even knew a minister who called that power Skippy.
Dreaming may be considered not so much a psychic activity as a different framework for the mind. When we’re asleep, we suspend many of our mental blocks. Our inner critic sleeps, the one that pesters us with thoughts that we’ve been stupid or rude or incompetent. In dreams, our creative mind can come out to play.
The dreaming self acts as our gatekeeper to the wider universe. I believe that the knowledge and love of the Higher Power flows through the dreaming self to the waking self. The best attitude is not one of awe but of appreciation. Just as our physical body gets us around in the physical world, our dreaming self gets us around the imaginal realm.
The openness of the dreaming self allows many different types of experiences to happen besides precognition, problem solving, or personality analysis. Encounters with dead loved ones pepper the literature.
Hello from Heaven by Bill and Judy Guggenheim describes visits from the departed to grieving loved ones. The messages, often in dreams, contain words of comfort, such as “I’m okay, I’m in a beautiful place. Stop grieving and go on with your life. I love you.” These are sentiments we all need to hear from those we’ve lost.
Patricia Garfield has codified many encounters in The Dream Messenger. In her view, whether one can prove the actual visit from the other world or not, there’s no denying its impact. Dreamers remember details for a long time, and the experience often makes a profound difference in their beliefs. That definitely describes the dream I had about my grandmother and uncle.
On the other hand, many people experience frightening or sad dreams about their departed loved ones. Often the dead seem even sicker, suffer more, or die more horribly. It’s normal in the grieving process to initially have such dreams then get past them.
What can we do about nightmares or other troublesome dreams? Turn and face them, fearlessly and with humor. The mind creates nightmarish elements like hands strangling or tigers chasing. We can make the threatening images do whatever we want if we just stand up to them. That takes some work, but it’s certainly possible. Dream work becomes more effective if we develop lucidity, conscious awareness while maintaining the dream state.
Excerpted from Out of the Psychic Closet: The Quest to Trust My True Nature. The book is available in Kindle, e-book, and paperback at Amazon.com, bn.com, and the publisher, TwilightTimesBooks.com.
Dreaming may be considered not so much a psychic activity as a different framework for the mind. When we’re asleep, we suspend many of our mental blocks. Our inner critic sleeps, the one that pesters us with thoughts that we’ve been stupid or rude or incompetent. In dreams, our creative mind can come out to play.
The dreaming self acts as our gatekeeper to the wider universe. I believe that the knowledge and love of the Higher Power flows through the dreaming self to the waking self. The best attitude is not one of awe but of appreciation. Just as our physical body gets us around in the physical world, our dreaming self gets us around the imaginal realm.
The openness of the dreaming self allows many different types of experiences to happen besides precognition, problem solving, or personality analysis. Encounters with dead loved ones pepper the literature.
Hello from Heaven by Bill and Judy Guggenheim describes visits from the departed to grieving loved ones. The messages, often in dreams, contain words of comfort, such as “I’m okay, I’m in a beautiful place. Stop grieving and go on with your life. I love you.” These are sentiments we all need to hear from those we’ve lost.
Patricia Garfield has codified many encounters in The Dream Messenger. In her view, whether one can prove the actual visit from the other world or not, there’s no denying its impact. Dreamers remember details for a long time, and the experience often makes a profound difference in their beliefs. That definitely describes the dream I had about my grandmother and uncle.
On the other hand, many people experience frightening or sad dreams about their departed loved ones. Often the dead seem even sicker, suffer more, or die more horribly. It’s normal in the grieving process to initially have such dreams then get past them.
What can we do about nightmares or other troublesome dreams? Turn and face them, fearlessly and with humor. The mind creates nightmarish elements like hands strangling or tigers chasing. We can make the threatening images do whatever we want if we just stand up to them. That takes some work, but it’s certainly possible. Dream work becomes more effective if we develop lucidity, conscious awareness while maintaining the dream state.
Excerpted from Out of the Psychic Closet: The Quest to Trust My True Nature. The book is available in Kindle, e-book, and paperback at Amazon.com, bn.com, and the publisher, TwilightTimesBooks.com.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
HEATHCOTTE BOOKS WIN EPIC PRIZES
The top prize in metaphysical fiction went to The Comet's Return, a novel by Arizona author Toby Fesler Heathcotte at the EPIC banquet held in Williamsburg, VA on March 12, 2011. The yearly awards presented by The Electronic Publishing Industry Coalition celebrate e-books in all categories. (epicauthors.com). Another Heathcotte book Out of the Psychic Closet earned a finalist award in nonfiction.
The Comet's Return tells the stories of six souls who reincarnate after building centuries of karmic connections. In 2061 Arizona, Angela dreams of people she should recognize and events she should remember. With her career and her sanity in jeopardy, she goes to the trunk opening for Halley's Comet and finds her love. Remembering their previous lifetime opens Angela to the great knowledge. Kegan yet walks the world, intent on ending the blood feud from Celtic times. Nanci-Lee Roias said of The Comet's Return, " I am amazed at the storyline, very suspenseful. I had a hard time stopping to do anything else. I did not expect the ending at all." The book is the fifth part of the Alma Chronicles.
Out of the Psychic Closet: The Quest to Trust My True Nature is a self-help handbook in two parts that will show the reader how to step out of the psychic closet, to rise above anxiety and distrust, and to incorporate psychic abilities into a more honest model of personal reality. The first part narrates the author's psychic experiences. The second part details scientific research, historical background, and previously unpublished anecdotes of the paranormal. The second part also includes print and web resources.
Both The Comet's Return and Out of the Psychic Closet are available for sale in multiple e-book formats as well as in paperback on Amazon.com. Look for further information on the author's website (tobyheathcotte.com)
The Comet's Return tells the stories of six souls who reincarnate after building centuries of karmic connections. In 2061 Arizona, Angela dreams of people she should recognize and events she should remember. With her career and her sanity in jeopardy, she goes to the trunk opening for Halley's Comet and finds her love. Remembering their previous lifetime opens Angela to the great knowledge. Kegan yet walks the world, intent on ending the blood feud from Celtic times. Nanci-Lee Roias said of The Comet's Return, " I am amazed at the storyline, very suspenseful. I had a hard time stopping to do anything else. I did not expect the ending at all." The book is the fifth part of the Alma Chronicles.
Out of the Psychic Closet: The Quest to Trust My True Nature is a self-help handbook in two parts that will show the reader how to step out of the psychic closet, to rise above anxiety and distrust, and to incorporate psychic abilities into a more honest model of personal reality. The first part narrates the author's psychic experiences. The second part details scientific research, historical background, and previously unpublished anecdotes of the paranormal. The second part also includes print and web resources.
Both The Comet's Return and Out of the Psychic Closet are available for sale in multiple e-book formats as well as in paperback on Amazon.com. Look for further information on the author's website (tobyheathcotte.com)
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Book Recommendation for The Things They Carried
I just finished The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien. It was an odd reading choice for me because I've never been a fan of war stories or of war, for that matter. Still, it would be inappropriate for me to present myself as a pacifist. I believe in peace but I know there's no such thing as a good story or an interesting life without tension and conflict. People go to war because they can't figure out a way to resolve their conflicts otherwise. I believe this is the reason we come into incarnation, to learn that process. Earth is a school.
The Things They Carried turned out to be a remarkable book. I read it because I knew the author wrote it as an exploration of memory, writing fiction in first person in a nonfictional voice, using himself as a character, a fascinating undertaking. O'Brien does not disappoint, far from it. I identified with his emotions in war, not as if I had participated in it myself but through my own life experiences. He doesn't call them psychic experiences, but they are.
He tells of wrapping dead bodies and strapping them to helicopters. That reminds him of the first time the death of someone traumatized him. Whether fiction or non, he tells of the death of his little girlfriend who died of a brain tumor when they were both nine. Then she came to him in dreams, dreams he learned to intend before falling asleep, where they played, talked, and carried on their friendship. I couldn't help recalling when I was seven because my best friend died in a car wreck. Two months later she leaned over a cloud and talked to me in waking life, an event that helped shape my beliefs about possibilities.
During another grueling experience in my life, a divorce, I found my consciousness floating outside my body. I often had the feeling that my spirit might just slip out and leave my body. I feared I would simply abandon it and not return; but because I was so distraught, sometimes I feared I wouldn't and would have to stay. O'Brien, the character, experiences the same angst when in a battle or performing some of the hateful duties of a soldier. His consciousness seems to leave his body.
O'Brien, the author, invokes the familiar aspects of the Viet Nam War that we all recognize from news reports, movies, and books as well as the portrayal of post-traumatic stress syndrome, the psychological condition that exemplified the conflict. He invokes in an original way through a personal exploration of memory, what's real and what isn't, but also what could have been. He toys with erasing memories, a cleverly appealing outcome for negative ones. His conclusions apply not only to memories of war but also to all our life experiences. His use of magical realism, a valuable technique I rely on it my own writing, adds verisimilitude to his conclusions.
The Things They Carried speaks to us all. I recommend it with gusto.
The Things They Carried turned out to be a remarkable book. I read it because I knew the author wrote it as an exploration of memory, writing fiction in first person in a nonfictional voice, using himself as a character, a fascinating undertaking. O'Brien does not disappoint, far from it. I identified with his emotions in war, not as if I had participated in it myself but through my own life experiences. He doesn't call them psychic experiences, but they are.
He tells of wrapping dead bodies and strapping them to helicopters. That reminds him of the first time the death of someone traumatized him. Whether fiction or non, he tells of the death of his little girlfriend who died of a brain tumor when they were both nine. Then she came to him in dreams, dreams he learned to intend before falling asleep, where they played, talked, and carried on their friendship. I couldn't help recalling when I was seven because my best friend died in a car wreck. Two months later she leaned over a cloud and talked to me in waking life, an event that helped shape my beliefs about possibilities.
During another grueling experience in my life, a divorce, I found my consciousness floating outside my body. I often had the feeling that my spirit might just slip out and leave my body. I feared I would simply abandon it and not return; but because I was so distraught, sometimes I feared I wouldn't and would have to stay. O'Brien, the character, experiences the same angst when in a battle or performing some of the hateful duties of a soldier. His consciousness seems to leave his body.
O'Brien, the author, invokes the familiar aspects of the Viet Nam War that we all recognize from news reports, movies, and books as well as the portrayal of post-traumatic stress syndrome, the psychological condition that exemplified the conflict. He invokes in an original way through a personal exploration of memory, what's real and what isn't, but also what could have been. He toys with erasing memories, a cleverly appealing outcome for negative ones. His conclusions apply not only to memories of war but also to all our life experiences. His use of magical realism, a valuable technique I rely on it my own writing, adds verisimilitude to his conclusions.
The Things They Carried speaks to us all. I recommend it with gusto.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
THE VOICE IN MY HEAD, A TOUCH, A SENSE OF PRESENCE
Eyvonne Carter-Riley was a dance teacher on the same faculty with me when I taught drama in Phoenix. She recently wrote to me about her experiences of an inner presence: "I love the paranormal too and have had my share of things happen. Sometimes frightening at first- but always turns out a good message, right? One happened while I was living in Wickenburg in March of 2002 after a day of sobbing my eyes out because my daughter said she wanted to live with her father (a year & 1/2 after the divorce). My little ballet studio was falling apart, and I was just feeling lost what to do. I cried so hard I made myself literally sick and went to bed at 7 pm. In the middle of the night I felt something on my shoulder, and it woke me up. Then I heard a voice say clear as a bell, 'Eyvonne you're going to be ok, you've done nothing wrong. Good will happen for you.' The voice was female but no one I recognized. Well..... I lay there frozen with my eyes wide open, scared to pieces and trembling! Then I fell asleep for another 10 hours. About 6 weeks later I decided to move out of Arizona to Nevada for a teaching job- that fell in my face - but at least to a new life that picked up from there."
An inner voice that speaks in our mind or a physical touch with no one present—such experiences can provoke many responses—from wonder to comfort to fear for our sanity. How should we react? What should our attitude be? I say look at the outcomes.
Eyvonne relates what happened to her on another occasion when she sensed a presence, rather than hearing a voice or a touch on her shoulder: "April of 2003 the day after our wedding is when I get rushed to the hospital (by hubby) at 2 am because I had severe stomach pains and found out it was gall bladder (no warning really- I thought the squeezy tummy was nerves from all the TV cameras at my wedding!) I had emergency gall bladder surgery 14 hours later. The surgeon said I had only hours or it may have been fatal - it was that badly infected. But besides hubby with me I felt someone else there also!"
Again in a life-threatening situation, Eyvonne heard a voice that saved her life. She said of that encounter: "Then Jan 2004 2 weeks before my 50th birthday I'm in a car accident! It happened so fast yet everything seemed slow motion. I heard 'relax' (that female voice again) from somewhere! I was driving a company car - a taxi helping out to move the company from the old office to a new office area. (I was dispatching limos at the time.) I also had gotten a taxi license, but it's a pit of a job. I begged to do dispatching. It's 4:30 am (ugh) and at a 4 way stop sign I looked and saw no one but me at the intersection over by the New Orleans Casino. I saw a truck coming from the opposite direction but it was safe for me to go, so I thought. I get T-Boned from a mini-van that was clocked at 95 in a 25-mile zone- a stolen vehicle with Mexican guys that spoke no English.
"My car was bent into a U and it had spun 3 times before I came to a stop. The guy in the truck saw the whole thing. I got badly bruised from the air bag, cuts on arms and face from glass, my back wrenched and bruised, and whiplash. I was hanging out the side of the car in the seat! After the truck guy got me unbuckled, I stood up and fainted! Then I came back to consciousness to see the ambulance pull up. I walked to the sidewalk at first not knowing it was all for me! Really crazy. I go back to the car and used the radio system to alert the office. The taxi authority and the limo office people were there within minutes to see the smushed taxi and me standing there and the Mexican guys all pissed because they've been arrested.
"I felt my angel was there. This accident made the news and everyone that saw the car said it's a miracle I was standing there. I was sent home for the rest of the day, too shook up to do anything. I was home by 7:30 am and sat in our Jacuzzi for about 4 hours. But my dancing will never be the same after that. So had to put away ever teaching ballet again. But main thing I survived it. And someone was there, my guardian angel for sure."
Whether you label them imagination, delusion, or divine intervention, these stories show undeniable facts. They happened when the experiencer was in great emotional need or physical danger. They comforted her and preserved her life. The outcomes have always been positive and good. That tells me that Eyvonne's paranormal experiences are the kind that can be trusted.
Not all such experiences are so benevolent and beneficial. If the voice in your head is overly emotional or tries to get you to do something you wouldn't normally do like take drugs or harm another person, there is reason for concern. In such a case, it's best to see a psychological or spiritual counselor, someone you trust to give you a fair hearing.
I am grateful to Eyvonne for sharing her experiences. Today she has a business in Las Vegas. Here's her contact info:
Talking Dogs Mobile Grooming
www.talkingdogsmobile.com
An inner voice that speaks in our mind or a physical touch with no one present—such experiences can provoke many responses—from wonder to comfort to fear for our sanity. How should we react? What should our attitude be? I say look at the outcomes.
Eyvonne relates what happened to her on another occasion when she sensed a presence, rather than hearing a voice or a touch on her shoulder: "April of 2003 the day after our wedding is when I get rushed to the hospital (by hubby) at 2 am because I had severe stomach pains and found out it was gall bladder (no warning really- I thought the squeezy tummy was nerves from all the TV cameras at my wedding!) I had emergency gall bladder surgery 14 hours later. The surgeon said I had only hours or it may have been fatal - it was that badly infected. But besides hubby with me I felt someone else there also!"
Again in a life-threatening situation, Eyvonne heard a voice that saved her life. She said of that encounter: "Then Jan 2004 2 weeks before my 50th birthday I'm in a car accident! It happened so fast yet everything seemed slow motion. I heard 'relax' (that female voice again) from somewhere! I was driving a company car - a taxi helping out to move the company from the old office to a new office area. (I was dispatching limos at the time.) I also had gotten a taxi license, but it's a pit of a job. I begged to do dispatching. It's 4:30 am (ugh) and at a 4 way stop sign I looked and saw no one but me at the intersection over by the New Orleans Casino. I saw a truck coming from the opposite direction but it was safe for me to go, so I thought. I get T-Boned from a mini-van that was clocked at 95 in a 25-mile zone- a stolen vehicle with Mexican guys that spoke no English.
"My car was bent into a U and it had spun 3 times before I came to a stop. The guy in the truck saw the whole thing. I got badly bruised from the air bag, cuts on arms and face from glass, my back wrenched and bruised, and whiplash. I was hanging out the side of the car in the seat! After the truck guy got me unbuckled, I stood up and fainted! Then I came back to consciousness to see the ambulance pull up. I walked to the sidewalk at first not knowing it was all for me! Really crazy. I go back to the car and used the radio system to alert the office. The taxi authority and the limo office people were there within minutes to see the smushed taxi and me standing there and the Mexican guys all pissed because they've been arrested.
"I felt my angel was there. This accident made the news and everyone that saw the car said it's a miracle I was standing there. I was sent home for the rest of the day, too shook up to do anything. I was home by 7:30 am and sat in our Jacuzzi for about 4 hours. But my dancing will never be the same after that. So had to put away ever teaching ballet again. But main thing I survived it. And someone was there, my guardian angel for sure."
Whether you label them imagination, delusion, or divine intervention, these stories show undeniable facts. They happened when the experiencer was in great emotional need or physical danger. They comforted her and preserved her life. The outcomes have always been positive and good. That tells me that Eyvonne's paranormal experiences are the kind that can be trusted.
Not all such experiences are so benevolent and beneficial. If the voice in your head is overly emotional or tries to get you to do something you wouldn't normally do like take drugs or harm another person, there is reason for concern. In such a case, it's best to see a psychological or spiritual counselor, someone you trust to give you a fair hearing.
I am grateful to Eyvonne for sharing her experiences. Today she has a business in Las Vegas. Here's her contact info:
Talking Dogs Mobile Grooming
www.talkingdogsmobile.com
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
PURPOSEFUL PSYCHIC EXPERIENCES
"I visited your blogspot," wrote Hope King of Tempe."I understand well about psychic experiences. Dreaming about plane crashes and earthquakes prior to their happening nearly ten years ago was terribly frightening and led me to avoid the news at all costs for many years. Other than that horrible summer, I tend to find my psychic experiences comforting. When loved ones pass on I often get a visit within the next two weeks. I worried when my father did not come to me after his passing last May. Finally, I felt him, but his energy was filled with fear. I let him stay with me for maybe ten minutes, then surrounded his presence with white light, and called upon Jesus to take him to heaven. Several months later, I wondered what the outcome of all of that was. I shuddered to recall his fear and wondered if he was in a good place. Within two or three days, I came home one day to see my father - plain as day - sitting on my couch comfortably and with a smile on his face. It was only an instantaneous vision, but I know that he came to give me my answer. He is in a good place."
Hope is, in my opinion, a wise young woman who is coming to trust her psychic experiences to help support her life. One of her strengths is acknowledging her intention to receive a visit from a loved one who has passed on. If she believed such events would be impossible, she could have hampered her ability to see her father.
Sometimes we think that psychic experiences happen to us. Maybe we imagine they are visited on us by an unkind or even malevolent force. "The devil is behind it" style of thinking. Conversely sometimes people believe positive forces are behind psychic moments, often attributing them to angels or divine intervention.
For a long time I believed I had no control over psychic experiences. This is what happened to me: I spoke with the ghost of my dead friend then convinced myself it didn't happen. I had dreams that came true and decided not to continue to have those dreams. A guide or angel or some ineffable presence spoke into my mind, and I thought I was going crazy. Over the years, I've been my own worst enemy when it came to such matters by intentionally suppressing them. It has taken years of study and effort to come to trust these aspects of myself.
I believe intention is the most important element. By that I mean a conscious state of will. People can decide to have precognitive dreams or decide not to have any. They can decide to acknowledge their intuition or to ignore it. These experiences are far more under conscious control than many of us realize or admit. If this weren't so, how could people who consult psychics or mediums, including yours truly, ever trust the people we go to see? We pay them money to invoke their own psychic abilities. Why not invest in our own?
The websites listed below will help you wrap your mind around your own intention as a major player in psychic awareness. I realize that trusting science and scientists is an imperfect path to truth, but it's an important one, nevertheless.
An American born Swiss researcher, Dr. Arthur T. Funkhouser says intention can be employed to create precognitive dreams. If you'd like to participate in his research, you can do so at this URL: http://www.deja-experience-research.org/index.php/everydayde
Lynne McTaggart, a British author, sponsors a website and occasional scientific experiments on intention. http://theintentionexperiment.ning.com/
If you just want to play some games instead of doing research, try http://psiarcade.com/. The psi arcade is fun but it's sponsored by a serious research institution, The Institute of Noetic Sciences, http://ions.org/. Perhaps you read about them in Dan Brown's The Lost Symbol.
Whatever approach you take, know that it's all in your power. It's all in your intention!
Love and light,
Toby
Out of the Psychic Closet: The Quest to Trust My True Nature by Toby Fesler Heathcotte
Hope is, in my opinion, a wise young woman who is coming to trust her psychic experiences to help support her life. One of her strengths is acknowledging her intention to receive a visit from a loved one who has passed on. If she believed such events would be impossible, she could have hampered her ability to see her father.
Sometimes we think that psychic experiences happen to us. Maybe we imagine they are visited on us by an unkind or even malevolent force. "The devil is behind it" style of thinking. Conversely sometimes people believe positive forces are behind psychic moments, often attributing them to angels or divine intervention.
For a long time I believed I had no control over psychic experiences. This is what happened to me: I spoke with the ghost of my dead friend then convinced myself it didn't happen. I had dreams that came true and decided not to continue to have those dreams. A guide or angel or some ineffable presence spoke into my mind, and I thought I was going crazy. Over the years, I've been my own worst enemy when it came to such matters by intentionally suppressing them. It has taken years of study and effort to come to trust these aspects of myself.
I believe intention is the most important element. By that I mean a conscious state of will. People can decide to have precognitive dreams or decide not to have any. They can decide to acknowledge their intuition or to ignore it. These experiences are far more under conscious control than many of us realize or admit. If this weren't so, how could people who consult psychics or mediums, including yours truly, ever trust the people we go to see? We pay them money to invoke their own psychic abilities. Why not invest in our own?
The websites listed below will help you wrap your mind around your own intention as a major player in psychic awareness. I realize that trusting science and scientists is an imperfect path to truth, but it's an important one, nevertheless.
An American born Swiss researcher, Dr. Arthur T. Funkhouser says intention can be employed to create precognitive dreams. If you'd like to participate in his research, you can do so at this URL: http://www.deja-experience-research.org/index.php/everydayde
Lynne McTaggart, a British author, sponsors a website and occasional scientific experiments on intention. http://theintentionexperiment.ning.com/
If you just want to play some games instead of doing research, try http://psiarcade.com/. The psi arcade is fun but it's sponsored by a serious research institution, The Institute of Noetic Sciences, http://ions.org/. Perhaps you read about them in Dan Brown's The Lost Symbol.
Whatever approach you take, know that it's all in your power. It's all in your intention!
Love and light,
Toby
Out of the Psychic Closet: The Quest to Trust My True Nature by Toby Fesler Heathcotte
Saturday, January 30, 2010
THE MOON AND I
I'm proud to publish an article about a famous psychic named Jacie Altisi who has passed on. The author. Emily Pritchard Cary, also wrote a novel entitled The Loudon Legacy, available on Amazon. Enjoy!
THE MOON AND I
By Jackie Altisi as told to Emily Pritchard Cary
We will be contacted by inhabitants of another space world within five years and these aliens will be represented in the United Nations early in the next century, I assure my audience. They smilingly concur, then plunge into an animated exchange of the impact such an event will have upon the Earth.
This is not a scene from a movie, but a session of my class in spiritual enlightenment conducted for the United Nations’ ESP Parapsychology Laboratory in New York City. The students, representing many nationalities, range in occupation from distinguished delegates and interpreters to clerical employees of the UN. We are united in a common bond: the fervent belief that someone else shares our universe.
The weekly gathering of this prestigious group during the 1970s and 1980s for the serious study of the paranormal was no more amazing than the chain of events that lured their teacher from a theatrical career to exploration of the spirit world.
I was born in Burlington, North Carolina with no greater goal than to dance. This I accomplished early on, becoming a Mike Todd showgirl by my early twenties. In the midst of a successful career, my life took a detour on October 15, 1952 when my brother, Billy Tapp, a U.S. Air Force pilot, was lost over the North Atlantic while en route from the Azores to Westover Air Force Base in Massachusetts. He was returning from a government mission behind the Iron Curtain when he put down his C-97 stratofreighter in the Azores. After refueling, his plane took off and disappeared from the face of the earth.
The ensuing sea-air search for the plane and crew was the second largest in U.S. history up to that time, but no trace was ever found of the wreckage; Billy and his crew were presumed to be down and lost at sea. How prophetic that he vanished in the area which later was labeled, “The Bermuda Triangle”!
Little did I realize at the time that Billy’s death was the springboard for my plunge into a mystical realm I never could have imagined. Not long after he was lost, I was introduced to a man sought by the Russians during the Cold War for his psychic abilities and the impact they might have on Russian research. He eluded his pursuers and began exercising his talents amid a small circle of devoted mediums in the New York City metropolitan area.
Soon after our meeting, the man invited me to meet a spiritualist in the city whom he felt would be able to make an intunement on Billy’s vibrations and the circumstances surrounding his disappearance. I received a reading I would never forget.
The medium stated that she saw an electrical explosion take place and the plane plunging into the ocean. She gave a precise description of Billy’s appearance and talked about circumstances of our childhood together that nobody could have known, including two unusual bicycles which we rode together and an airplane model of which he was especially proud. During the reading, the spirit of my grandmother entered the room with comments and uplifting thoughts so characteristic of her in life that I was convinced of the medium’s authenticity.
Two years after Billy’s death, I was driving along Riverside Drive to the evening performance of a Broadway show in which I was appearing. My car radio was tuned to a station playing symphonic music. It was about dusk, the time when radio transmissions from great distances begin to interfere with the local bands. Suddenly, Billy’s voice broke through the radio waves. I was so shocked and terrified that I nearly lost control of the car.
The quiet assurance of his voice soon calmed me. As I drove and listened at the same time, he began to explain that he had been selected to work through me as liaison between the spirit world and the U.S. military. He spoke of matters I did not understand, emphasizing that he would contact me henceforth under the spiritual name of Master B.
By the time I reached the theater, our connection had been severed. Was it a dream? It was hard to concentrate on my performance that evening, but within a few days, I knew that our encounter had happened exactly as I remembered.
The next time Billy came in, he identified himself as Master B. He told me that I had been chosen to help in the development of the United States as a leader in aeronautics and space. This seemed incredible. I had no understanding of science. Furthermore, not even Sputnik had been conceived. When it was launched by the Russians on October 4, 1957, everything fell into place and I suddenly realized that I was involved in a brand new frontier.
Every psychic has his or her own specialty, and mine is clairaudience. This means that I hear beyond the range of ordinary hearing. In addition, I am clairvoyant and often sense the presence of a higher intelligence. Sometimes I perceive an event happening elsewhere, or one which has not yet come to pass.
Since those early days when I began to understand and develop these skills, I have received contact, not only from Billy, but also from hundreds of human intelligences and departed spirits concerned with America’s progress and government. As swiftly as their messages are relayed to me via my clairaudient powers, I tape them if a recorder is available. If not, I make a handwritten copy.
The messages I have received over a period of four decades have ranged from the commonplace to some rating Top Secret classification, but one seemed so absurd that I told nobody about it for many months for fear they would question my sanity.
So it was with a sense of relief that I read a book brought to my attention by one of my United Nations students. Don Wilson’s “Our Mysterious Spaceship Moon,” based on evidence uncovered by the Soviet and American space programs, cleared the way for me to admit to my contact with Christopher.
Who is Christopher?
A man in the Moon!
Christopher of the Moon introduced himself to me on May 11, 1962. Describing himself as the Spokesman for the King of the Moon of the Luna Moon Government Headquarters, he spoke of an organization known as the Confederation of Cosmic Planets which was formed for universal help and enlightenment. The members, he said, are desirous of having Earth join their group, but their efforts are being constantly thwarted by other space worlds outside of the Space Confederation who do not want Earth to join.
The dissenters attempt to contact people on Earth who are becoming open to cosmic consciousness, but they use devious methods and plant false information in order to spread doubt and increase strife here so that the Earth nations will remain in conflict with one another and devote their energies to baser activities, such as warring among themselves, rather than seeking peace and searching for higher planes.
This, he led me to understand, is a well planned psychic attack from space. Negatives from other worlds are every bit as deadly as are bullets here on Earth. As people here learn to meditate and open up their senses, they become receptive to messages from space. Therefore, we must learn to discriminate between good intelligences and bad ones whose true nature is revealed in subtle ways.
Over the years, I have been the recipient of countless clairaudient communications, but the most unique are those suggesting life in the great void we know as space. There has been intensive speculation about the form of life existing on other planets and in distant galaxies, with none of the “experts” agreeing on our space brothers’ physical appearance, intellectual level, or social philosophy. This may be because there is as much variety among the residents of other worlds as there are life forms on our own planet. One fact is clear: the ether is brimming with radio waves waiting to be tuned into by Earth dwellers.
My first communication from the Moon was a shock. After introducing himself, Christopher expressed his concern for world peace and talked about a “Space Age World Government” to be founded within fifty years. He said that its goal is the advancement of the evolution of beings on other planetary universes with which man shall come into contact through space travel. He warned, however, that man must visit other worlds with altruistic motives, or he shall be asked to leave and will not be allowed to land.
I was struck by his comment, “Many people on Earth do not accept the fact that other peoples do exist and have their spiritual beings on terrestrial planets other than the one they know and live on...This message of good will to our fellow man of Earth is to enlighten him and raise his conscious thinking into a higher vibration frequency, to literally raise the atoms of the Earth bodies so all can prepare to achieve higher thinking in your everyday living and working. Your goal is to reach the fourth dimension of enlightenment.”
As Christopher’s voice faded and ceased, I became skeptical. The concept of a man on the Moon was absurd. NASA’s first mission to the Moon was still far into the future. For three months, I dismissed the contact as an aberration until August 8, 1962, the date of his second voice contact.
This time, he was my host on a mystical tour of the Moon. Before starting out, he told me, “There are two sections, or two sets, of people who live here. We do not live on the top surface of the Moon, but reside in the bowels of the earth. One could not know this by simply landing on the surface...Only if we so desire could a person landing a space ship here ever find out about life on the Moon. Our civilization is so constructed that we
can very easily hide from other planetary individuals with whom we do not wish to come into contact.”
During my telepathic tour of the Moon conducted by Christopher, I recorded my own perceptions as follows: “I picture jagged rocks, high slopes, and very dark, sandy surfaces. I see Christopher standing atop one of the jagged hills. He motions me to
come, and I follow. There is an opening where we stand. He bows and puts out his hand for me to go first. I proceed down steps and see before me brilliant white effervescent fluorescence. I do not see any bulbs or other apparatus that makes light as we know it. This light seems to come, not from the walls, but through the very atmosphere itself. Now I am walking in this light. It is so bright!
“Now we are coming to a clearing. As I walk, I see on each side every now and then an occasional pillar which gives a rather Egyptian feeling. This is correct, because I now see a sphinx. Christopher walks on my left side. He leads me to a very simple type of throne that is constructed of Light. It gives me the feeling of Power, God. There is a torch or flame which seems to come out of the back of the chair. To me, this represents the Purification of the Soul.
“Now Christopher guides me toward...oh, it is like a city! It even appears as if there is sky above. I feel that it is a mile or so distant. There are many steps leading upward. They have an iridescence about them. They look soft, like a felt, or velvet. Everything here looks very soft, yet resilient.
“Further off to my left, I see many arch-like structures. These lead down avenues which I have a feeling go to temples or cultural endeavors. In the center is a great plaza, like those of the Roman era, where I see a structure of an Eagle. I sense that this is universal and represents God, or Freedom.
“On both sides are pathways leading to different places. I feel great culture here. There is music, music vibration, very sensitive. I see members of this God-race walking,
at peace, in groups or in couples, and a few of them are reading aloud to the other as they walk. There is brotherhood here; there is love for one another. I hear laughter and sense joy everywhere.
“Christopher now is leading me away and tells me, ‘Projection.’ We are no longer walking as we come into another area of the Moon. We are floating ¾ or projecting ¾ down a beam of light. Far at the end, I see an opening. As we approach and enter it, he directs me upward, and I see that I am in a bubble-like structure. I sense that this is a place of scientific importance, and although I don’t know what these machines are, I know there is great industry going on.
“My head is vibrating as Christopher tells me, ‘There are many races of brothers and Sisters of other planets who come to this place to develop highly advanced mechanisms. There is a constant flow of God-ideas and we delve deeply here into many different types of instruments whose meanings are beyond my conveying to you. The God Souls who come here to do specific work are able to do so in quiet, love, peace, and harmony. This feeling of peace that has encompassed you is the normal atmosphere within which we work. Although you do not understand the advanced machines you are being shown, we wish to convey to you the thought that this civilization is highly and Spiritually advanced. All the ideas created on the Moon are brought forth directly through the God intunement of the individual Souls.’
“As I look around, I see forms of life that are very different from those I know on Earth. One is standing at an instrument that is at window-sill level. He turns and acknowledges us. I see a man sitting at an apparatus that resembles a great organ with many keys of different types and sizes, different shades and hues. Despite the complicated appearance of the machine, he sits upon a simple stool. He shows me that it goes down and up; it can be regulated.
“Farther along is a central beam that just changed from a golden Light into a blue-white Light. I feel that this is something they could beam outward into the universe, like a beam of some kind of intelligence.
“When I look up through the bubble, the stars seem so close. I see streaks passing, streaks of different colors...bluish-purple...orange-white...yellow green...and so many of pure white. They are passing above this bubble structure which reminds me of the U.S. Capitol dome. Those colored lights could be meteorites, but yet I somehow don’t think so. I get the impression that they are Intelligence. I see a bird and sense that he is trying to give me verification of what I am feeling inside. A bird represents a higher force of Spiritual Power and sets you up on a higher vibratory rate, so I know that I am correct in feeling that these lights are very high Spiritual Intelligences. Christopher seems to touch me on the back as if to say, ‘That is good, that is right.’
“We have ascended into the top of the dome and he is showing me the scene outside the window. I see someone riding across the surface of the Moon in a boat-like structure. He is not touching the bottom, but is riding about five feet above the surface. He doesn’t even seem to be guiding the vehicle. Christopher directs me to look to the right. There I see many God-Souls. They wave to greet us and each lifts up a glass or goblet with a handle on it. I sense that they are saying, ‘Here’s to you. Come one, come all into a heightened consciousness so that we may walk together in love.’”
For the next five years, Christopher delivered messages to me regarding the space progress of the United States and Russia. At noon on January 4, 1967, he sent word that a Moon landing would soon occur “because of the great efforts put forth by the United States and Soviet Russia for peaceful exploration activities of all space ventures and their willingness to establish international law pertaining to space and its peaceful exploration by these nations and those to follow.”
On July 16, 1969, the United States landed Apollo 11 on the Moon and an American became the first Earth man to step onto its surface. Two previous missions, Apollo 9 and Apollo 10, had been flown successfully to check out the equipment, surpassing the programs of Apollo 7 and Apollo 8, which circled the Earth and escaped Earth’s gravity respectively.
But nothing captured the fancy of the world so much as the walk taken on the Lunar surface by Neil Armstrong ¾ the first to step onto Lunar soil ¾ and Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin while Michael Collins piloted their three-man capsule aloft. The televised event relayed fascinating information to the Earth; still the excitement was somewhat subdued among many who expressed disappointment in the absence of the expected outcome: proof of life on the Moon.
If any contact was made by astronauts on this and the next landing, Apollo 12, it remains classified, a deep NASA secret, but Moon intelligences have verified that encounters were made...and some were rejected. Nevertheless, the astronauts could not escape the mystical aura of the Moonscape. As predicted by Christopher in a communication that followed the initial landing, Apollo 13 was denied landing rights on the Moon, although its crew was permitted to return to Earth in the damaged spacecraft.
Apollo 14 was a different story. It was commanded by Alan Shepard, one of the two astronauts originally recommended by the Moon government because of his character and God intunement. With him was Edgar Mitchell, equally blessed by higher planes. The true story of their Moon adventure has not been told to the general public, but the fruits are visible in Mitchell’s commitment to psychic research.
Apollo 15 was equally successful with its vehicular exploration of the Moon in the Rover. Apollo 16 concentrated on astronomy using the Moon as an observatory, and Apollo 17 included geologist Harrison Schmitt as a crew member to study the geology of the Moon.
Thus, within slightly more than a four-year period, from October 1968 to December 1972, the United States hurdled many of the barriers to space travel. Throughout the space program, Master B stayed nearby, communicating with me and directing me to forward his messages to the key people intimately concerned with space technology. As with all of my direct voice communications from another plane, I had no
hint as to the nature of the messages I received. I could only hope that the recipient was able to decipher the often cryptic sentences.
The greatest boost to my space work was the assistance of the three astronaut spirits, Gus Grissom, Ed White, and Roger Chaffee, who perished in a pad fire more than a year before the first manned flight. I long suspected that the fire was more than accidental because of a message I received on February 17, 1962 from a space contact warning that some in high positions at Cape Canaveral were working against the United States. That warning seemed to anticipate the accident which snuffed out the three astronauts’ lives.
The three spirits mingled with key personnel in the space program, enabling the United States to zoom ahead of the Russians. When they sensed that their advice was being ignored by the researchers and developers, they worked their magic through me. At their insistence, I would promptly send off a letter suggesting certain changes. Inevitably, the proper adjustments would be made.
The spirits had contact with the Moon intelligences when they scouted the surface for acceptable landing spots, and they recommended a meeting between Earth men and their Lunar hosts during the first landing. I was confident that this would be the high point of the event, but I became concerned when the anticipated communication with Moon intelligences was not officially verified by either Apollo flights 11 or 12. My worry blossomed into optimism at the announcement of the Apollo 14 crew, Shepard, Mitchell, and Stuart Roosa, men with strong beliefs, men well regarded by the Moon intelligences.
During Apollo 14 preparations, there was considerable concern from the higher planes because it was imperative that these three men with God qualities overcome all technical problems. Unbeknown to Shepard, Mitchell, and Roosa, they had been groomed all their lives for this task. Thus, I kept in close contact with them and received replies in advance of the lift-off confirming that they went into space equipped with the warnings, suggestions, and encouragement which the higher spirits saw fit to send.
After learning from Master B of Edgar Mitchell’s contacts from Grissom, White, and Chaffee both before and after his Moon exploration, I was not surprised by his decision to found the Noetic Institute in Palo Alto, California soon after leaving NASA. On June 9, 1972 we both were featured speakers at the Jersey Society of Parapsychology (JSP) Seminar held at Drew University in Madison, New Jersey. By that time, I had hoped for answers to questions about the Moon, but NASA was mum. For instance, I wanted to know if the white propelled objects viewed by Apollo 15 were the same white lights I saw during my clairvoyant Moon tour in 1962.
Hoping to pry some answers from Mitchell in the flesh, I sent word to him through an intermediary that I wished to meet with him privately after his address. We met, at his suggestion, outside under the trees. It was very dark. I had in my possession a set of documents, a collection of my contacts regarding the space flights, among them those predicting problems on Apollo 13 and success on Apollo 14. Also included was a copy of a letter I wrote to John Glenn at the instruction of Master B, predicting his successful orbiting of the Earth three times and even greater fame in the future.
When I explained to Mitchell that I was the one who had communicated with their crew prior to the Apollo 14 mission, he replied ¾ rather cryptically ¾ that Alan Shepard was very much his own man. That was all. His meaning was not clear to me, so I did not pursue it.
I then presented him with a large blue folder containing copies of my messages and notes. All the while, I sensed a space ship hovering just above the clouds, but I could see nothing. It occurred to me that Mitchell was enveloped by a higher power, perhaps one which even he did not acknowledge. There was also the possibility that he believed me to be a contact from another world.
While I stood near Mitchell on the Drew University campus, I sensed a potent energy about him, one which could only have come from a cosmic source. The same energy was detected upon his return from the Moon’s surface by scientists observing and recording his physical state.
Among the messages in my folder was one from Gus Grissom. When I reminded Mitchell that I had regular communication with the three departed astronauts, a curious light flickered in his eyes as he said, simply, “Yes. We’ve had contact with them.”
With that, he thanked me for the folder, then turned abruptly and returned to the building where the meeting was underway. I believe he felt I knew more than he wanted anyone to know, perhaps that I was a contact he was not ready to accept.
That was the extent of our first face-to-face meeting, although we have been together since on various panels, including several at the United Nations. After his flight, Mitchell verified to news reporters that he participated with a psychic in thought transference tests during the flight. He has never told me that he had a contact on the Moon or in outer space, and yet I learned through Christopher, Master B, the astronaut spirits, and several other sources that Mitchell did indeed have a valuable space contact.
Some time after my meeting with Mitchell, I was asked to teach a course for the United Nations’ ESP Laboratory. My first series, which began in the Spring of 1977, entitled, “The Pathways to High Consciousness,” was followed by courses in psychic
meditation, visualization, awareness, spiritual perception of the soul, reincarnation, ESP, and tools which the individual can apply to awaken a high awareness of life.
One of my most exciting experiences at the United Nations took place after a large Moon rock, retrieved by the Apollo 11 crew, became a permanent fixture at the UN Headquarters. It rests there to this day inside its hermetically-sealed case.
Upon its arrival, several of my students urged me to psychometrize the Moon rock, a challenge which I meditated upon overnight before undertaking. When I finally encountered the piece of Moon, I was accompanied by students from many nations, truly a venture in fellowship and brotherhood. In order to make a proper intunement with the rock, I began the session by leading the group in meditation because, in a high meditative awareness, one’s aura is open to receiving impressions which cannot penetrate the mind under ordinary conditions.
Our group approached the enclosure and stood a few moments before the structure. The small piece of rock, we observed, was encased in a simple glass case within a larger, multi-faceted one. To assist our experiment, the staff had turned the lights at the front of the building very low so that there was just enough light for viewing, but nothing shone directly on the case. Consequently, there was no glare.
My class and I held out our hands to the rock as we slowly walked around the case, viewing it from all sides. Within moments, I noticed a direct psychic ¾ or soul ¾ response from the rock. As the feeling continued to build, a powerful energy of a high ¾ positively exalted! ¾ radiation emanated from the rock, suggesting deep spirituality and an infinite intelligence.
Outwardly, the rock seemed to be of volcanic quality, definitely a primordial substance, by far the oldest object I have seen on Earth. As I stood there, I felt myself in mental contact with the soul of the Moon rock itself.
In some inscrutable way, it gave off a distinguished aura which suggested origin on a more evolved and intelligent sphere. While I meditated, the aura expanded. As the power inside the smaller container increased, the energy passed through the glass into the second container, then surged forth to our outstretched hands. We all exclaimed audibly as the strong vibrations hit us. It was at once a sobering and a thrilling moment. Something surely is up there! Of this we all were certain.
Later that evening, in the quiet of my study, I received a Moon contact. I was told that my reaction was especially strong because the impression was beamed to me from scanners which played the energy directly onto the piece of Moon rock. This was done in order that my students and I might understand the true power and essence of the Moon.
In thinking back upon my work with Master B, I am now convinced that I have been overcome by the same powerful force that affected astronaut Mitchell, a force which altered the direction of his life. On April 20, 1977, I was a guest at a private United Nations luncheon in honor of Mitchell, who spoke to the select group about his experiences. Those in attendance represented many different nations, and yet the primary dream of all is to establish One World based on spiritual and humanitarian concepts. Since that day more than two decades ago, many world events have torn away barriers and allowed people to move closer to one another. Although woes and wars continue to thrive in pockets of the world, I sense that the family of man is preparing to embrace the concept of international unity.
Can it be that the Man in the Moon has decided that we on Earth are finally ready for the fourth dimension of enlightenment?
THE MOON AND I
By Jackie Altisi as told to Emily Pritchard Cary
We will be contacted by inhabitants of another space world within five years and these aliens will be represented in the United Nations early in the next century, I assure my audience. They smilingly concur, then plunge into an animated exchange of the impact such an event will have upon the Earth.
This is not a scene from a movie, but a session of my class in spiritual enlightenment conducted for the United Nations’ ESP Parapsychology Laboratory in New York City. The students, representing many nationalities, range in occupation from distinguished delegates and interpreters to clerical employees of the UN. We are united in a common bond: the fervent belief that someone else shares our universe.
The weekly gathering of this prestigious group during the 1970s and 1980s for the serious study of the paranormal was no more amazing than the chain of events that lured their teacher from a theatrical career to exploration of the spirit world.
I was born in Burlington, North Carolina with no greater goal than to dance. This I accomplished early on, becoming a Mike Todd showgirl by my early twenties. In the midst of a successful career, my life took a detour on October 15, 1952 when my brother, Billy Tapp, a U.S. Air Force pilot, was lost over the North Atlantic while en route from the Azores to Westover Air Force Base in Massachusetts. He was returning from a government mission behind the Iron Curtain when he put down his C-97 stratofreighter in the Azores. After refueling, his plane took off and disappeared from the face of the earth.
The ensuing sea-air search for the plane and crew was the second largest in U.S. history up to that time, but no trace was ever found of the wreckage; Billy and his crew were presumed to be down and lost at sea. How prophetic that he vanished in the area which later was labeled, “The Bermuda Triangle”!
Little did I realize at the time that Billy’s death was the springboard for my plunge into a mystical realm I never could have imagined. Not long after he was lost, I was introduced to a man sought by the Russians during the Cold War for his psychic abilities and the impact they might have on Russian research. He eluded his pursuers and began exercising his talents amid a small circle of devoted mediums in the New York City metropolitan area.
Soon after our meeting, the man invited me to meet a spiritualist in the city whom he felt would be able to make an intunement on Billy’s vibrations and the circumstances surrounding his disappearance. I received a reading I would never forget.
The medium stated that she saw an electrical explosion take place and the plane plunging into the ocean. She gave a precise description of Billy’s appearance and talked about circumstances of our childhood together that nobody could have known, including two unusual bicycles which we rode together and an airplane model of which he was especially proud. During the reading, the spirit of my grandmother entered the room with comments and uplifting thoughts so characteristic of her in life that I was convinced of the medium’s authenticity.
Two years after Billy’s death, I was driving along Riverside Drive to the evening performance of a Broadway show in which I was appearing. My car radio was tuned to a station playing symphonic music. It was about dusk, the time when radio transmissions from great distances begin to interfere with the local bands. Suddenly, Billy’s voice broke through the radio waves. I was so shocked and terrified that I nearly lost control of the car.
The quiet assurance of his voice soon calmed me. As I drove and listened at the same time, he began to explain that he had been selected to work through me as liaison between the spirit world and the U.S. military. He spoke of matters I did not understand, emphasizing that he would contact me henceforth under the spiritual name of Master B.
By the time I reached the theater, our connection had been severed. Was it a dream? It was hard to concentrate on my performance that evening, but within a few days, I knew that our encounter had happened exactly as I remembered.
The next time Billy came in, he identified himself as Master B. He told me that I had been chosen to help in the development of the United States as a leader in aeronautics and space. This seemed incredible. I had no understanding of science. Furthermore, not even Sputnik had been conceived. When it was launched by the Russians on October 4, 1957, everything fell into place and I suddenly realized that I was involved in a brand new frontier.
Every psychic has his or her own specialty, and mine is clairaudience. This means that I hear beyond the range of ordinary hearing. In addition, I am clairvoyant and often sense the presence of a higher intelligence. Sometimes I perceive an event happening elsewhere, or one which has not yet come to pass.
Since those early days when I began to understand and develop these skills, I have received contact, not only from Billy, but also from hundreds of human intelligences and departed spirits concerned with America’s progress and government. As swiftly as their messages are relayed to me via my clairaudient powers, I tape them if a recorder is available. If not, I make a handwritten copy.
The messages I have received over a period of four decades have ranged from the commonplace to some rating Top Secret classification, but one seemed so absurd that I told nobody about it for many months for fear they would question my sanity.
So it was with a sense of relief that I read a book brought to my attention by one of my United Nations students. Don Wilson’s “Our Mysterious Spaceship Moon,” based on evidence uncovered by the Soviet and American space programs, cleared the way for me to admit to my contact with Christopher.
Who is Christopher?
A man in the Moon!
Christopher of the Moon introduced himself to me on May 11, 1962. Describing himself as the Spokesman for the King of the Moon of the Luna Moon Government Headquarters, he spoke of an organization known as the Confederation of Cosmic Planets which was formed for universal help and enlightenment. The members, he said, are desirous of having Earth join their group, but their efforts are being constantly thwarted by other space worlds outside of the Space Confederation who do not want Earth to join.
The dissenters attempt to contact people on Earth who are becoming open to cosmic consciousness, but they use devious methods and plant false information in order to spread doubt and increase strife here so that the Earth nations will remain in conflict with one another and devote their energies to baser activities, such as warring among themselves, rather than seeking peace and searching for higher planes.
This, he led me to understand, is a well planned psychic attack from space. Negatives from other worlds are every bit as deadly as are bullets here on Earth. As people here learn to meditate and open up their senses, they become receptive to messages from space. Therefore, we must learn to discriminate between good intelligences and bad ones whose true nature is revealed in subtle ways.
Over the years, I have been the recipient of countless clairaudient communications, but the most unique are those suggesting life in the great void we know as space. There has been intensive speculation about the form of life existing on other planets and in distant galaxies, with none of the “experts” agreeing on our space brothers’ physical appearance, intellectual level, or social philosophy. This may be because there is as much variety among the residents of other worlds as there are life forms on our own planet. One fact is clear: the ether is brimming with radio waves waiting to be tuned into by Earth dwellers.
My first communication from the Moon was a shock. After introducing himself, Christopher expressed his concern for world peace and talked about a “Space Age World Government” to be founded within fifty years. He said that its goal is the advancement of the evolution of beings on other planetary universes with which man shall come into contact through space travel. He warned, however, that man must visit other worlds with altruistic motives, or he shall be asked to leave and will not be allowed to land.
I was struck by his comment, “Many people on Earth do not accept the fact that other peoples do exist and have their spiritual beings on terrestrial planets other than the one they know and live on...This message of good will to our fellow man of Earth is to enlighten him and raise his conscious thinking into a higher vibration frequency, to literally raise the atoms of the Earth bodies so all can prepare to achieve higher thinking in your everyday living and working. Your goal is to reach the fourth dimension of enlightenment.”
As Christopher’s voice faded and ceased, I became skeptical. The concept of a man on the Moon was absurd. NASA’s first mission to the Moon was still far into the future. For three months, I dismissed the contact as an aberration until August 8, 1962, the date of his second voice contact.
This time, he was my host on a mystical tour of the Moon. Before starting out, he told me, “There are two sections, or two sets, of people who live here. We do not live on the top surface of the Moon, but reside in the bowels of the earth. One could not know this by simply landing on the surface...Only if we so desire could a person landing a space ship here ever find out about life on the Moon. Our civilization is so constructed that we
can very easily hide from other planetary individuals with whom we do not wish to come into contact.”
During my telepathic tour of the Moon conducted by Christopher, I recorded my own perceptions as follows: “I picture jagged rocks, high slopes, and very dark, sandy surfaces. I see Christopher standing atop one of the jagged hills. He motions me to
come, and I follow. There is an opening where we stand. He bows and puts out his hand for me to go first. I proceed down steps and see before me brilliant white effervescent fluorescence. I do not see any bulbs or other apparatus that makes light as we know it. This light seems to come, not from the walls, but through the very atmosphere itself. Now I am walking in this light. It is so bright!
“Now we are coming to a clearing. As I walk, I see on each side every now and then an occasional pillar which gives a rather Egyptian feeling. This is correct, because I now see a sphinx. Christopher walks on my left side. He leads me to a very simple type of throne that is constructed of Light. It gives me the feeling of Power, God. There is a torch or flame which seems to come out of the back of the chair. To me, this represents the Purification of the Soul.
“Now Christopher guides me toward...oh, it is like a city! It even appears as if there is sky above. I feel that it is a mile or so distant. There are many steps leading upward. They have an iridescence about them. They look soft, like a felt, or velvet. Everything here looks very soft, yet resilient.
“Further off to my left, I see many arch-like structures. These lead down avenues which I have a feeling go to temples or cultural endeavors. In the center is a great plaza, like those of the Roman era, where I see a structure of an Eagle. I sense that this is universal and represents God, or Freedom.
“On both sides are pathways leading to different places. I feel great culture here. There is music, music vibration, very sensitive. I see members of this God-race walking,
at peace, in groups or in couples, and a few of them are reading aloud to the other as they walk. There is brotherhood here; there is love for one another. I hear laughter and sense joy everywhere.
“Christopher now is leading me away and tells me, ‘Projection.’ We are no longer walking as we come into another area of the Moon. We are floating ¾ or projecting ¾ down a beam of light. Far at the end, I see an opening. As we approach and enter it, he directs me upward, and I see that I am in a bubble-like structure. I sense that this is a place of scientific importance, and although I don’t know what these machines are, I know there is great industry going on.
“My head is vibrating as Christopher tells me, ‘There are many races of brothers and Sisters of other planets who come to this place to develop highly advanced mechanisms. There is a constant flow of God-ideas and we delve deeply here into many different types of instruments whose meanings are beyond my conveying to you. The God Souls who come here to do specific work are able to do so in quiet, love, peace, and harmony. This feeling of peace that has encompassed you is the normal atmosphere within which we work. Although you do not understand the advanced machines you are being shown, we wish to convey to you the thought that this civilization is highly and Spiritually advanced. All the ideas created on the Moon are brought forth directly through the God intunement of the individual Souls.’
“As I look around, I see forms of life that are very different from those I know on Earth. One is standing at an instrument that is at window-sill level. He turns and acknowledges us. I see a man sitting at an apparatus that resembles a great organ with many keys of different types and sizes, different shades and hues. Despite the complicated appearance of the machine, he sits upon a simple stool. He shows me that it goes down and up; it can be regulated.
“Farther along is a central beam that just changed from a golden Light into a blue-white Light. I feel that this is something they could beam outward into the universe, like a beam of some kind of intelligence.
“When I look up through the bubble, the stars seem so close. I see streaks passing, streaks of different colors...bluish-purple...orange-white...yellow green...and so many of pure white. They are passing above this bubble structure which reminds me of the U.S. Capitol dome. Those colored lights could be meteorites, but yet I somehow don’t think so. I get the impression that they are Intelligence. I see a bird and sense that he is trying to give me verification of what I am feeling inside. A bird represents a higher force of Spiritual Power and sets you up on a higher vibratory rate, so I know that I am correct in feeling that these lights are very high Spiritual Intelligences. Christopher seems to touch me on the back as if to say, ‘That is good, that is right.’
“We have ascended into the top of the dome and he is showing me the scene outside the window. I see someone riding across the surface of the Moon in a boat-like structure. He is not touching the bottom, but is riding about five feet above the surface. He doesn’t even seem to be guiding the vehicle. Christopher directs me to look to the right. There I see many God-Souls. They wave to greet us and each lifts up a glass or goblet with a handle on it. I sense that they are saying, ‘Here’s to you. Come one, come all into a heightened consciousness so that we may walk together in love.’”
For the next five years, Christopher delivered messages to me regarding the space progress of the United States and Russia. At noon on January 4, 1967, he sent word that a Moon landing would soon occur “because of the great efforts put forth by the United States and Soviet Russia for peaceful exploration activities of all space ventures and their willingness to establish international law pertaining to space and its peaceful exploration by these nations and those to follow.”
On July 16, 1969, the United States landed Apollo 11 on the Moon and an American became the first Earth man to step onto its surface. Two previous missions, Apollo 9 and Apollo 10, had been flown successfully to check out the equipment, surpassing the programs of Apollo 7 and Apollo 8, which circled the Earth and escaped Earth’s gravity respectively.
But nothing captured the fancy of the world so much as the walk taken on the Lunar surface by Neil Armstrong ¾ the first to step onto Lunar soil ¾ and Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin while Michael Collins piloted their three-man capsule aloft. The televised event relayed fascinating information to the Earth; still the excitement was somewhat subdued among many who expressed disappointment in the absence of the expected outcome: proof of life on the Moon.
If any contact was made by astronauts on this and the next landing, Apollo 12, it remains classified, a deep NASA secret, but Moon intelligences have verified that encounters were made...and some were rejected. Nevertheless, the astronauts could not escape the mystical aura of the Moonscape. As predicted by Christopher in a communication that followed the initial landing, Apollo 13 was denied landing rights on the Moon, although its crew was permitted to return to Earth in the damaged spacecraft.
Apollo 14 was a different story. It was commanded by Alan Shepard, one of the two astronauts originally recommended by the Moon government because of his character and God intunement. With him was Edgar Mitchell, equally blessed by higher planes. The true story of their Moon adventure has not been told to the general public, but the fruits are visible in Mitchell’s commitment to psychic research.
Apollo 15 was equally successful with its vehicular exploration of the Moon in the Rover. Apollo 16 concentrated on astronomy using the Moon as an observatory, and Apollo 17 included geologist Harrison Schmitt as a crew member to study the geology of the Moon.
Thus, within slightly more than a four-year period, from October 1968 to December 1972, the United States hurdled many of the barriers to space travel. Throughout the space program, Master B stayed nearby, communicating with me and directing me to forward his messages to the key people intimately concerned with space technology. As with all of my direct voice communications from another plane, I had no
hint as to the nature of the messages I received. I could only hope that the recipient was able to decipher the often cryptic sentences.
The greatest boost to my space work was the assistance of the three astronaut spirits, Gus Grissom, Ed White, and Roger Chaffee, who perished in a pad fire more than a year before the first manned flight. I long suspected that the fire was more than accidental because of a message I received on February 17, 1962 from a space contact warning that some in high positions at Cape Canaveral were working against the United States. That warning seemed to anticipate the accident which snuffed out the three astronauts’ lives.
The three spirits mingled with key personnel in the space program, enabling the United States to zoom ahead of the Russians. When they sensed that their advice was being ignored by the researchers and developers, they worked their magic through me. At their insistence, I would promptly send off a letter suggesting certain changes. Inevitably, the proper adjustments would be made.
The spirits had contact with the Moon intelligences when they scouted the surface for acceptable landing spots, and they recommended a meeting between Earth men and their Lunar hosts during the first landing. I was confident that this would be the high point of the event, but I became concerned when the anticipated communication with Moon intelligences was not officially verified by either Apollo flights 11 or 12. My worry blossomed into optimism at the announcement of the Apollo 14 crew, Shepard, Mitchell, and Stuart Roosa, men with strong beliefs, men well regarded by the Moon intelligences.
During Apollo 14 preparations, there was considerable concern from the higher planes because it was imperative that these three men with God qualities overcome all technical problems. Unbeknown to Shepard, Mitchell, and Roosa, they had been groomed all their lives for this task. Thus, I kept in close contact with them and received replies in advance of the lift-off confirming that they went into space equipped with the warnings, suggestions, and encouragement which the higher spirits saw fit to send.
After learning from Master B of Edgar Mitchell’s contacts from Grissom, White, and Chaffee both before and after his Moon exploration, I was not surprised by his decision to found the Noetic Institute in Palo Alto, California soon after leaving NASA. On June 9, 1972 we both were featured speakers at the Jersey Society of Parapsychology (JSP) Seminar held at Drew University in Madison, New Jersey. By that time, I had hoped for answers to questions about the Moon, but NASA was mum. For instance, I wanted to know if the white propelled objects viewed by Apollo 15 were the same white lights I saw during my clairvoyant Moon tour in 1962.
Hoping to pry some answers from Mitchell in the flesh, I sent word to him through an intermediary that I wished to meet with him privately after his address. We met, at his suggestion, outside under the trees. It was very dark. I had in my possession a set of documents, a collection of my contacts regarding the space flights, among them those predicting problems on Apollo 13 and success on Apollo 14. Also included was a copy of a letter I wrote to John Glenn at the instruction of Master B, predicting his successful orbiting of the Earth three times and even greater fame in the future.
When I explained to Mitchell that I was the one who had communicated with their crew prior to the Apollo 14 mission, he replied ¾ rather cryptically ¾ that Alan Shepard was very much his own man. That was all. His meaning was not clear to me, so I did not pursue it.
I then presented him with a large blue folder containing copies of my messages and notes. All the while, I sensed a space ship hovering just above the clouds, but I could see nothing. It occurred to me that Mitchell was enveloped by a higher power, perhaps one which even he did not acknowledge. There was also the possibility that he believed me to be a contact from another world.
While I stood near Mitchell on the Drew University campus, I sensed a potent energy about him, one which could only have come from a cosmic source. The same energy was detected upon his return from the Moon’s surface by scientists observing and recording his physical state.
Among the messages in my folder was one from Gus Grissom. When I reminded Mitchell that I had regular communication with the three departed astronauts, a curious light flickered in his eyes as he said, simply, “Yes. We’ve had contact with them.”
With that, he thanked me for the folder, then turned abruptly and returned to the building where the meeting was underway. I believe he felt I knew more than he wanted anyone to know, perhaps that I was a contact he was not ready to accept.
That was the extent of our first face-to-face meeting, although we have been together since on various panels, including several at the United Nations. After his flight, Mitchell verified to news reporters that he participated with a psychic in thought transference tests during the flight. He has never told me that he had a contact on the Moon or in outer space, and yet I learned through Christopher, Master B, the astronaut spirits, and several other sources that Mitchell did indeed have a valuable space contact.
Some time after my meeting with Mitchell, I was asked to teach a course for the United Nations’ ESP Laboratory. My first series, which began in the Spring of 1977, entitled, “The Pathways to High Consciousness,” was followed by courses in psychic
meditation, visualization, awareness, spiritual perception of the soul, reincarnation, ESP, and tools which the individual can apply to awaken a high awareness of life.
One of my most exciting experiences at the United Nations took place after a large Moon rock, retrieved by the Apollo 11 crew, became a permanent fixture at the UN Headquarters. It rests there to this day inside its hermetically-sealed case.
Upon its arrival, several of my students urged me to psychometrize the Moon rock, a challenge which I meditated upon overnight before undertaking. When I finally encountered the piece of Moon, I was accompanied by students from many nations, truly a venture in fellowship and brotherhood. In order to make a proper intunement with the rock, I began the session by leading the group in meditation because, in a high meditative awareness, one’s aura is open to receiving impressions which cannot penetrate the mind under ordinary conditions.
Our group approached the enclosure and stood a few moments before the structure. The small piece of rock, we observed, was encased in a simple glass case within a larger, multi-faceted one. To assist our experiment, the staff had turned the lights at the front of the building very low so that there was just enough light for viewing, but nothing shone directly on the case. Consequently, there was no glare.
My class and I held out our hands to the rock as we slowly walked around the case, viewing it from all sides. Within moments, I noticed a direct psychic ¾ or soul ¾ response from the rock. As the feeling continued to build, a powerful energy of a high ¾ positively exalted! ¾ radiation emanated from the rock, suggesting deep spirituality and an infinite intelligence.
Outwardly, the rock seemed to be of volcanic quality, definitely a primordial substance, by far the oldest object I have seen on Earth. As I stood there, I felt myself in mental contact with the soul of the Moon rock itself.
In some inscrutable way, it gave off a distinguished aura which suggested origin on a more evolved and intelligent sphere. While I meditated, the aura expanded. As the power inside the smaller container increased, the energy passed through the glass into the second container, then surged forth to our outstretched hands. We all exclaimed audibly as the strong vibrations hit us. It was at once a sobering and a thrilling moment. Something surely is up there! Of this we all were certain.
Later that evening, in the quiet of my study, I received a Moon contact. I was told that my reaction was especially strong because the impression was beamed to me from scanners which played the energy directly onto the piece of Moon rock. This was done in order that my students and I might understand the true power and essence of the Moon.
In thinking back upon my work with Master B, I am now convinced that I have been overcome by the same powerful force that affected astronaut Mitchell, a force which altered the direction of his life. On April 20, 1977, I was a guest at a private United Nations luncheon in honor of Mitchell, who spoke to the select group about his experiences. Those in attendance represented many different nations, and yet the primary dream of all is to establish One World based on spiritual and humanitarian concepts. Since that day more than two decades ago, many world events have torn away barriers and allowed people to move closer to one another. Although woes and wars continue to thrive in pockets of the world, I sense that the family of man is preparing to embrace the concept of international unity.
Can it be that the Man in the Moon has decided that we on Earth are finally ready for the fourth dimension of enlightenment?
Sunday, November 29, 2009
The History of Christmas
Many of our traditions today are age-old and originated in Germanic and other Indo-European cultures.
This time of year has been celebrated for millennia because December 21, the winter solstice, marks the end of the shortening days. People knew that soon the days would grow longer, food would become plentiful again, and new plants would break through the ground. The holiday could have been called the return of light and often the gods were associated with light and the sun. Evergreen trees were revered as symbols of the renewal of life in the land.
Agrarian societies often slaughtered animals in the fall to eliminate the need for feeding them in the winter and to provide food that could be preserved for the humans. Also the wines and beers had sufficiently fermented. People had to stay inside because of the cold climate. Wine, beer, plentiful food, and a blazing fireplace naturally resulted in a festive atmosphere, humans being what they are.
Early Norwegians feasted for twelve days after the solstice. They believed that each spark of the fire log symbolized the birth of a pig or cow.
In Germany people believed that the god Oden (sometimes spelled Odin) flew through the sky, checking on them and deciding who would die and who would prosper. The image later transformed into St. Nicholas, honoring a third century Christian cleric. The legend says that he was born into wealth and gave all his money to the poor. Our modern Santa Claus also has a much kinder agenda, evolved from the Dutch version of Sinter Klass and the German Kris Kringle.
In Italy the Romans celebrated Saturnalia, the god of agriculture, through the month of December. A later version of the religion popular with Roman soldiers honored the god Mithra (sometimes spelled Mithras), revered in other cultures, including early Iranian. Born on Dec. 25 of a virgin mother, Mithra could take on the suffering of others and could intercede on their behalf with the supreme deity. Saturnalia often included boisterous public festivals with much drinking, dancing, and revelry.
The Catholic Church did not celebrate the birth of Jesus until about the fourth century. There is some discrepancy about the date of his birth. Some authorities say Dec. 5, some say January, some say March. In any event, Pope Julius chose Dec. 25 as the holiday, probably in the hope that the festivities surrounding winter solstice and the birth of Mithra would encourage people to turn the celebration to a Christian purpose. He succeeded very well since sixteen hundred years later many people believe the birth of Jesus is the only reason behind Christmas.
However much the purpose for the celebration has changed, the method of celebration became endlessly entangled with the other holidays. Throughout the Middle Ages the faithful attended church on Christmas but then indulged in raucous celebrations with the election of a lord of misrule, who led people in drinking, dancing, and playing tricks, in much the same style as at Mardi Gras.
The English Puritans who came to America were the complete opposite. They did not celebrate Christmas as a holiday and frowned on merry-making for any purpose. However the early German pioneers brought with them the practices of decorating fir trees, Christmas markets, gifts, and candy. Their traditions overcame the English traditions, thank goodness.
During the nineteenth century Christmas transformed into a family celebration with good deeds for the unfortunate in our midst. Social changes underpinned much of that thrust as the dispossessed in our country were rioting in some cities. Gang riots in New York City caused the creation of the police force along with more aid for those without means. The Sketchbook of Geoffrey Crayon, gent. by Washington Irving and A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, works by two influential authors, helped visualize a more nostalgic holiday.
Mistletoe and caroling came from England, the Yule log from Sweden, poinsettias from Mexico. Father Christmas from England filled children’s stockings gifts under the tree from Germany. The United States has added greeting cards, Rudolph, and lamps in the shape of a woman’s leg, among other things. Our American melting pot has made Christmas a spectacular holiday.
Some writers suggest that the similarities with Mithra, and with Buddha, Krishna, and other deities diminish or malign the story of Jesus. I believe otherwise. I love the traditions because they connect us with our own past, thousands and thousands of years of it. Despite different details of stories and custom, the message is the same – of love, rebirth, and light in a world that sorely needs light even more so than when I penned these words in 2006.
Blessings on you and yours now and through 2010.
This time of year has been celebrated for millennia because December 21, the winter solstice, marks the end of the shortening days. People knew that soon the days would grow longer, food would become plentiful again, and new plants would break through the ground. The holiday could have been called the return of light and often the gods were associated with light and the sun. Evergreen trees were revered as symbols of the renewal of life in the land.
Agrarian societies often slaughtered animals in the fall to eliminate the need for feeding them in the winter and to provide food that could be preserved for the humans. Also the wines and beers had sufficiently fermented. People had to stay inside because of the cold climate. Wine, beer, plentiful food, and a blazing fireplace naturally resulted in a festive atmosphere, humans being what they are.
Early Norwegians feasted for twelve days after the solstice. They believed that each spark of the fire log symbolized the birth of a pig or cow.
In Germany people believed that the god Oden (sometimes spelled Odin) flew through the sky, checking on them and deciding who would die and who would prosper. The image later transformed into St. Nicholas, honoring a third century Christian cleric. The legend says that he was born into wealth and gave all his money to the poor. Our modern Santa Claus also has a much kinder agenda, evolved from the Dutch version of Sinter Klass and the German Kris Kringle.
In Italy the Romans celebrated Saturnalia, the god of agriculture, through the month of December. A later version of the religion popular with Roman soldiers honored the god Mithra (sometimes spelled Mithras), revered in other cultures, including early Iranian. Born on Dec. 25 of a virgin mother, Mithra could take on the suffering of others and could intercede on their behalf with the supreme deity. Saturnalia often included boisterous public festivals with much drinking, dancing, and revelry.
The Catholic Church did not celebrate the birth of Jesus until about the fourth century. There is some discrepancy about the date of his birth. Some authorities say Dec. 5, some say January, some say March. In any event, Pope Julius chose Dec. 25 as the holiday, probably in the hope that the festivities surrounding winter solstice and the birth of Mithra would encourage people to turn the celebration to a Christian purpose. He succeeded very well since sixteen hundred years later many people believe the birth of Jesus is the only reason behind Christmas.
However much the purpose for the celebration has changed, the method of celebration became endlessly entangled with the other holidays. Throughout the Middle Ages the faithful attended church on Christmas but then indulged in raucous celebrations with the election of a lord of misrule, who led people in drinking, dancing, and playing tricks, in much the same style as at Mardi Gras.
The English Puritans who came to America were the complete opposite. They did not celebrate Christmas as a holiday and frowned on merry-making for any purpose. However the early German pioneers brought with them the practices of decorating fir trees, Christmas markets, gifts, and candy. Their traditions overcame the English traditions, thank goodness.
During the nineteenth century Christmas transformed into a family celebration with good deeds for the unfortunate in our midst. Social changes underpinned much of that thrust as the dispossessed in our country were rioting in some cities. Gang riots in New York City caused the creation of the police force along with more aid for those without means. The Sketchbook of Geoffrey Crayon, gent. by Washington Irving and A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, works by two influential authors, helped visualize a more nostalgic holiday.
Mistletoe and caroling came from England, the Yule log from Sweden, poinsettias from Mexico. Father Christmas from England filled children’s stockings gifts under the tree from Germany. The United States has added greeting cards, Rudolph, and lamps in the shape of a woman’s leg, among other things. Our American melting pot has made Christmas a spectacular holiday.
Some writers suggest that the similarities with Mithra, and with Buddha, Krishna, and other deities diminish or malign the story of Jesus. I believe otherwise. I love the traditions because they connect us with our own past, thousands and thousands of years of it. Despite different details of stories and custom, the message is the same – of love, rebirth, and light in a world that sorely needs light even more so than when I penned these words in 2006.
Blessings on you and yours now and through 2010.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Psychic Closet book now available
DREAMS CAN COME TRUE, SO WATCH OUT
If you’ve had a premonition, seen a ghost, or guessed who was calling when the phone rang, if you’ve denied your experiences or worried that you were going nuts, you need ways to cope. It’s difficult to accept that people sometimes know things it’s impossible for them to know. That’s when gooseflesh races along your arms and legs.
At seven, Toby Fesler Heathcotte spoke with her best friend killed in a car wreck three months earlier. Her parents dismissed the episode as imagination. She knows what it’s like to distrust herself, to suffer ridicule and disbelief, to fear for her sanity, and to search for guidance and understanding.
Out of the Psychic Closet: The Quest to Trust My True Nature describes Heathcotte’s paranormal experiences and her failure to integrate them. It details anecdotes of other people, analyzes research in the field, gives historical background, and suggests print and online resources for further study. Topics include ghosts, near-death experiences, retrocognition, dreams and lucid dreaming, doubles, déjà vu, visions, glossolalia, auras, remote viewing, UFO’s, voices, precognition, channeling, telepathy, spirit guides, peak experiences, xenoglossy, electronic transmission, past life memories, intuition, mystical awareness, and much more.
This book is your go-to source when you’ve seen a ghost, dreamed something that came true, felt a nudge to change your mind, heard a voice in your head, felt at home in a new place, or smelled the aftershave of a dead loved ones. It shows you how to step out of the psychic closet yourself. You will rise above anxiety and distrust and incorporate your psychic abilities into a more honest model of personal reality. You can turn your consternation into awe and your fear into gratitude.
Buy the book on Amazon.com, Bn.com, or from the publisher, Twilighttimesbooks.com
If you’ve had a premonition, seen a ghost, or guessed who was calling when the phone rang, if you’ve denied your experiences or worried that you were going nuts, you need ways to cope. It’s difficult to accept that people sometimes know things it’s impossible for them to know. That’s when gooseflesh races along your arms and legs.
At seven, Toby Fesler Heathcotte spoke with her best friend killed in a car wreck three months earlier. Her parents dismissed the episode as imagination. She knows what it’s like to distrust herself, to suffer ridicule and disbelief, to fear for her sanity, and to search for guidance and understanding.
Out of the Psychic Closet: The Quest to Trust My True Nature describes Heathcotte’s paranormal experiences and her failure to integrate them. It details anecdotes of other people, analyzes research in the field, gives historical background, and suggests print and online resources for further study. Topics include ghosts, near-death experiences, retrocognition, dreams and lucid dreaming, doubles, déjà vu, visions, glossolalia, auras, remote viewing, UFO’s, voices, precognition, channeling, telepathy, spirit guides, peak experiences, xenoglossy, electronic transmission, past life memories, intuition, mystical awareness, and much more.
This book is your go-to source when you’ve seen a ghost, dreamed something that came true, felt a nudge to change your mind, heard a voice in your head, felt at home in a new place, or smelled the aftershave of a dead loved ones. It shows you how to step out of the psychic closet yourself. You will rise above anxiety and distrust and incorporate your psychic abilities into a more honest model of personal reality. You can turn your consternation into awe and your fear into gratitude.
Buy the book on Amazon.com, Bn.com, or from the publisher, Twilighttimesbooks.com
Sunday, November 30, 2008
A Widow Communicates with her Deceased Husband
In October I attended a one-day workshop on developing psychic skills, sort of a refresher course for me. One of the most copasetic events happened when I went to lunch with the woman who had sat next to me. We hadn’t met before and spent our lunch in a sub shop getting acquainted.
She was tall, vibrant, and warm. She willingly spoke about her family, her position in a law firm, and her husband who passed away. She smiled when she relayed the news of her widowhood. I found that unusual and asked her whether she had ever received a communication with him from the other side.
No only did she give me a resounding yes, but she agreed to an interview because I told her how much I thought readers would enjoy hearing her story. Here are my questions and her answers:
Toby: What was your attitude regarding communication between the living and the dead before your husband passed away?
Smiling Widow: I had never given this thought the time of day because I had not met anyone who believed in communicating with the other side.
Toby: What was his attitude?
Smiling Widow: He certainly was NOT a believer. In fact, many years ago I just mentioned casually that I felt that I must have lived during the time of the Civil War because I identified so strongly with the book/movie Gone With the Wind. He brought it up when we were with a group of friends and I almost had a heart attack! I told him later to never mention that again and he didn’t. At one of my sessions with the psychic/medium named Jamie Clark, Jamie brought up that my husband didn’t believe in any of this when he was alive but he is really enjoying this now that he’s on the other side.
Toby: Describe the first time you imagined you had received a visitation from your husband.
Smiling Widow: In February of 2006, I went to the Arizona Broadway Theater and when I came out, there was a red looking blister on the outside of my right index finger that I hadn’t noticed when I went in. After a few days, it turned into a red heart and I knew it was him because he always sent me flowers for Valentine’s Day. I told a few friends but I don’t think anyone really believed me. However, several people at my office noticed it and commented that it looked like a red heart.
Toby: How did you feel at the time?
Smiling Widow: When I first noticed the blister, I didn’t give it much thought but when it turned into the red heart, I knew it had to be him. I wasn’t upset or afraid but comforted that he was able to do this while on the other side.
Toby: About how many visitations have you had?
Smiling Widow: Since that first time in February of 2006, there have been many. He shows himself in many ways. I believe the next instance was in a dream. It was so vivid and real and I’ve since learned this is one of the many ways of communicating with us. Also, there was the time shortly after the red heart that I had been to a group session with Jamie who brought up angels during my reading. I had been doing some readings with angel cards so that’s what I thought Jamie referred to. However, when my friend and I got to my house, she just happened to look up at the sky and there in a clear blue sky with nothing else around it were white clouds in the shape of an angel. That’s what he was trying to say: he was sending me an angel.
Toby: How has your emotion changed over time?
Smiling Widow: It was very comforting to me to know that he was still alive. I was brought up in the Protestant religion and always knew that there was life after death but I never knew or was told that our spirit is capable of communicating with those left behind after our passing. I really hadn’t given it any thought before. Now I am more aware of songs that come on the radio while I’m driving because he lets me know that he’s still around. He knows I was a big Elvis fan so there are many times I’ve heard his songs on the radio. It’s just a knowing that those were directed to me.
Toby: How have these visitations affected other areas of your life?
Smiling Widow: This has opened a door for me to learn so much more about life and living it to the fullest, knowing that someday I will be with my family again. I am more in tune with my surroundings and it gives me such a wonderful outlook on life in general. I have gone from that first experience to learning that there is so much more to life—one book or person leads me to the next learning experience. I know that there are no coincidences in life, that everything happens for a reason and that people come into our lives for a reason. We have to take the blinders off and be open to the experiences that will come.
Toby: What do you feel is the cause of these visitations?
Smiling Widow: When our loved ones cross over, they are still concerned about us, especially at first, because they know we have to deal with our grief. They want to check up on us and make sure we’re doing okay. Just because they are not in their physical body doesn’t mean that they don’t love us any more.
Toby: Do you think your experience is special or do you think others could have similar experiences?
Smiling Widow: My experiences are not special except for me. Everyone can be in contact with their loved ones who have crossed over—just believe it can happen and it will. They are waiting for us to open up and recognize that they are still alive—just not in a body like ours.
Toby: Is your relationship with your husband ongoing or has he moved on?
Smiling Widow: My husband crossed over April 30, 2004 but it wasn’t until February of 2006 that he made contact with me through the red heart. I have no idea how many times he was with me until then. The visitations are not as often as at first because he has things to do on the other side and I have to get on with my life. There are times when I know he’s around, checking up on me and our dog, just stopping by to make sure we’re okay.
Toby: What advice would you give others who might be grieving?
Smiling Widow: Find a good support group. My husband had hospice care and they were wonderful. Know that everyone grieves in different ways and for different time periods. If you believe that there is life after death and you can communicate with your loved one, then find the people who believe as you do. There are many books on this subject and a good source is hayhouse.com. Reading helped me tremendously.
Toby: How has this experience enriched your life?
Smiling Widow: I have been blessed in so many ways through the many wonderful people I have met in the last few years. I have a sense of direction and am excited about the future knowing that my life will never be the same. Understanding that there are no coincidences has helped me to be more in tune with my life, to wonder what other people I will be drawn to, what book is going to be coming my way—what life has in store for me. This journey we are on here on this planet can truly be an exciting one when we are open to all possibilities.
How true the smiling widow’s words are. Blessings on her.
One disclaimer. I don’t know the medium she mentions at all, but because the smiling widow has faith in him I included his name.
She was tall, vibrant, and warm. She willingly spoke about her family, her position in a law firm, and her husband who passed away. She smiled when she relayed the news of her widowhood. I found that unusual and asked her whether she had ever received a communication with him from the other side.
No only did she give me a resounding yes, but she agreed to an interview because I told her how much I thought readers would enjoy hearing her story. Here are my questions and her answers:
Toby: What was your attitude regarding communication between the living and the dead before your husband passed away?
Smiling Widow: I had never given this thought the time of day because I had not met anyone who believed in communicating with the other side.
Toby: What was his attitude?
Smiling Widow: He certainly was NOT a believer. In fact, many years ago I just mentioned casually that I felt that I must have lived during the time of the Civil War because I identified so strongly with the book/movie Gone With the Wind. He brought it up when we were with a group of friends and I almost had a heart attack! I told him later to never mention that again and he didn’t. At one of my sessions with the psychic/medium named Jamie Clark, Jamie brought up that my husband didn’t believe in any of this when he was alive but he is really enjoying this now that he’s on the other side.
Toby: Describe the first time you imagined you had received a visitation from your husband.
Smiling Widow: In February of 2006, I went to the Arizona Broadway Theater and when I came out, there was a red looking blister on the outside of my right index finger that I hadn’t noticed when I went in. After a few days, it turned into a red heart and I knew it was him because he always sent me flowers for Valentine’s Day. I told a few friends but I don’t think anyone really believed me. However, several people at my office noticed it and commented that it looked like a red heart.
Toby: How did you feel at the time?
Smiling Widow: When I first noticed the blister, I didn’t give it much thought but when it turned into the red heart, I knew it had to be him. I wasn’t upset or afraid but comforted that he was able to do this while on the other side.
Toby: About how many visitations have you had?
Smiling Widow: Since that first time in February of 2006, there have been many. He shows himself in many ways. I believe the next instance was in a dream. It was so vivid and real and I’ve since learned this is one of the many ways of communicating with us. Also, there was the time shortly after the red heart that I had been to a group session with Jamie who brought up angels during my reading. I had been doing some readings with angel cards so that’s what I thought Jamie referred to. However, when my friend and I got to my house, she just happened to look up at the sky and there in a clear blue sky with nothing else around it were white clouds in the shape of an angel. That’s what he was trying to say: he was sending me an angel.
Toby: How has your emotion changed over time?
Smiling Widow: It was very comforting to me to know that he was still alive. I was brought up in the Protestant religion and always knew that there was life after death but I never knew or was told that our spirit is capable of communicating with those left behind after our passing. I really hadn’t given it any thought before. Now I am more aware of songs that come on the radio while I’m driving because he lets me know that he’s still around. He knows I was a big Elvis fan so there are many times I’ve heard his songs on the radio. It’s just a knowing that those were directed to me.
Toby: How have these visitations affected other areas of your life?
Smiling Widow: This has opened a door for me to learn so much more about life and living it to the fullest, knowing that someday I will be with my family again. I am more in tune with my surroundings and it gives me such a wonderful outlook on life in general. I have gone from that first experience to learning that there is so much more to life—one book or person leads me to the next learning experience. I know that there are no coincidences in life, that everything happens for a reason and that people come into our lives for a reason. We have to take the blinders off and be open to the experiences that will come.
Toby: What do you feel is the cause of these visitations?
Smiling Widow: When our loved ones cross over, they are still concerned about us, especially at first, because they know we have to deal with our grief. They want to check up on us and make sure we’re doing okay. Just because they are not in their physical body doesn’t mean that they don’t love us any more.
Toby: Do you think your experience is special or do you think others could have similar experiences?
Smiling Widow: My experiences are not special except for me. Everyone can be in contact with their loved ones who have crossed over—just believe it can happen and it will. They are waiting for us to open up and recognize that they are still alive—just not in a body like ours.
Toby: Is your relationship with your husband ongoing or has he moved on?
Smiling Widow: My husband crossed over April 30, 2004 but it wasn’t until February of 2006 that he made contact with me through the red heart. I have no idea how many times he was with me until then. The visitations are not as often as at first because he has things to do on the other side and I have to get on with my life. There are times when I know he’s around, checking up on me and our dog, just stopping by to make sure we’re okay.
Toby: What advice would you give others who might be grieving?
Smiling Widow: Find a good support group. My husband had hospice care and they were wonderful. Know that everyone grieves in different ways and for different time periods. If you believe that there is life after death and you can communicate with your loved one, then find the people who believe as you do. There are many books on this subject and a good source is hayhouse.com. Reading helped me tremendously.
Toby: How has this experience enriched your life?
Smiling Widow: I have been blessed in so many ways through the many wonderful people I have met in the last few years. I have a sense of direction and am excited about the future knowing that my life will never be the same. Understanding that there are no coincidences has helped me to be more in tune with my life, to wonder what other people I will be drawn to, what book is going to be coming my way—what life has in store for me. This journey we are on here on this planet can truly be an exciting one when we are open to all possibilities.
How true the smiling widow’s words are. Blessings on her.
One disclaimer. I don’t know the medium she mentions at all, but because the smiling widow has faith in him I included his name.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Five Ways Out of the Psychic Closet
If you have psychic experiences such as seeing a ghost or knowing beforehand that something will happen, you’re not crazy. These experiences are a part of life. If you have trouble convincing yourself of that fact, maybe this acronym will serve you, as it has served me.
TRUST, The Five Ways Out of the Psychic Closet
T. Track your dreams
R. Repel ridicule
U. Use it or lose it
S. See your ability as a divine gift
T. Trust yourself
Track Your Dreams A direct route to your psychic self, dreams surface while the rational, analytical layer of consciousness sleeps. Focusing on psychic experiences that happen in sleep, such as precognition and encounters with departed loved ones, entices them to occur. You can track your dreams by recording them each morning in a dream journal. You dream about five times per night. Assuming you sleep every night, that’s more than eighteen hundred dreams per year. In thirty years of journal keeping, I managed to write down approximately one hundred dreams per year. That means at least seventeen hundred went out of memory, unrecorded. No wonder the sages say we go through life like automatons, using only a tiny portion of our brain’s ability. After you’ve attained the habit of writing down your dreams, read back through the dream journal at the end of each year and mark the dreams that have come true. If you’re like me, you’ll average four to twelve percent per year, the number of precognitive dreams found in research. You’ll also receive other benefits from tracking dreams, such as help in dealing with emotions, problem solving, self-understanding, and experiencing lucidity. All contribute to a better life and spiritual growth.
Repel Ridicule Scoffers come in two varieties: ones you can ignore or leave without looking back and ones you can’t. Tolerating ridicule from those with whom you have work, family, or love bonds can be difficult. Also, people deride psychic experiences, yours or anyone else’s, out of ignorance or in an attempt to deny their own. You can’t change anyone except yourself, but you can work to discover why your loved ones mock you. Explain to them what you are experiencing and ask them to respect you even if they don’t understand. It’s not easy to keep the fears of others from invading you, but encountering the situation with your loved ones invokes personal growth and builds self-esteem because you are honoring your experiences and your perceptions.
Use It or Lose It Psychic experiences, especially angel visitations or intuition, often come at critical moments to save our lives or give us insights. Unchecked self-doubt can deter positive outcomes if you’re not careful. I wish I’d come to this conclusion earlier. I wasted a lot of time. Once I had a horrible dream where someone I loved died in a car wreck. Because a few dreams with minor implications came true, I feared this one would also. I called the person and described the dream. Nothing bad happened to him in a car, but something bad happened to me. I took on myself awful responsibility by confusing awareness of the future with control over it. For a while I practiced automatic writing. Two spirit guides spoke to me and through me. They gave some excellent insights on life. I rejected those wonderful entities out of fears for my sanity so I also lost the ability to do automatic writing. No one knows better than I that, if you don’t use your psychic ability, you lose it. And if you fear it, it sometimes goes away.
See Your Ability As a Gift You understand synchronicity if you’ve ever picked up the phone to call someone, only to find that person on the other end having just called you. Or, you’re trying to remember the name of the actor who played in an old movie, then he appears on the TV screen, narrating a documentary. Some coincidences are bound to happen by the law of averages. Synchronicities are those that have such special meaning that they seem to have been designed. They let you know you are in the flow. Impulses can save your life. One morning I changed my route to school for no apparent reason then learned from the radio that two wrecks had happened on my regular route at precisely the time I would have been there. Premonitions can help you face bad situations that happen in everyone’s lifetime.
Trust Yourself Parapsychologists have already proven ESP exists with clairvoyance, psychokinesis, telepathy, and more. Now they’re trying to figure out how it works. As increased funding becomes available, more scientific proof will aid people in accepting this fragile facet of their being. The mystics have always known that psychic experiences can set a person on the path of spiritual growth that leads to lucidity and cosmic consciousness. Self-esteem grows when you honor your psychic experiences. Allowing rather than forcing helps them to occur. William James said it only takes one white crow to prove they’re not all black. One genuine psychic experience, if we’re honest with ourselves, is all it takes.
TRUST, The Five Ways Out of the Psychic Closet
T. Track your dreams
R. Repel ridicule
U. Use it or lose it
S. See your ability as a divine gift
T. Trust yourself
Track Your Dreams A direct route to your psychic self, dreams surface while the rational, analytical layer of consciousness sleeps. Focusing on psychic experiences that happen in sleep, such as precognition and encounters with departed loved ones, entices them to occur. You can track your dreams by recording them each morning in a dream journal. You dream about five times per night. Assuming you sleep every night, that’s more than eighteen hundred dreams per year. In thirty years of journal keeping, I managed to write down approximately one hundred dreams per year. That means at least seventeen hundred went out of memory, unrecorded. No wonder the sages say we go through life like automatons, using only a tiny portion of our brain’s ability. After you’ve attained the habit of writing down your dreams, read back through the dream journal at the end of each year and mark the dreams that have come true. If you’re like me, you’ll average four to twelve percent per year, the number of precognitive dreams found in research. You’ll also receive other benefits from tracking dreams, such as help in dealing with emotions, problem solving, self-understanding, and experiencing lucidity. All contribute to a better life and spiritual growth.
Repel Ridicule Scoffers come in two varieties: ones you can ignore or leave without looking back and ones you can’t. Tolerating ridicule from those with whom you have work, family, or love bonds can be difficult. Also, people deride psychic experiences, yours or anyone else’s, out of ignorance or in an attempt to deny their own. You can’t change anyone except yourself, but you can work to discover why your loved ones mock you. Explain to them what you are experiencing and ask them to respect you even if they don’t understand. It’s not easy to keep the fears of others from invading you, but encountering the situation with your loved ones invokes personal growth and builds self-esteem because you are honoring your experiences and your perceptions.
Use It or Lose It Psychic experiences, especially angel visitations or intuition, often come at critical moments to save our lives or give us insights. Unchecked self-doubt can deter positive outcomes if you’re not careful. I wish I’d come to this conclusion earlier. I wasted a lot of time. Once I had a horrible dream where someone I loved died in a car wreck. Because a few dreams with minor implications came true, I feared this one would also. I called the person and described the dream. Nothing bad happened to him in a car, but something bad happened to me. I took on myself awful responsibility by confusing awareness of the future with control over it. For a while I practiced automatic writing. Two spirit guides spoke to me and through me. They gave some excellent insights on life. I rejected those wonderful entities out of fears for my sanity so I also lost the ability to do automatic writing. No one knows better than I that, if you don’t use your psychic ability, you lose it. And if you fear it, it sometimes goes away.
See Your Ability As a Gift You understand synchronicity if you’ve ever picked up the phone to call someone, only to find that person on the other end having just called you. Or, you’re trying to remember the name of the actor who played in an old movie, then he appears on the TV screen, narrating a documentary. Some coincidences are bound to happen by the law of averages. Synchronicities are those that have such special meaning that they seem to have been designed. They let you know you are in the flow. Impulses can save your life. One morning I changed my route to school for no apparent reason then learned from the radio that two wrecks had happened on my regular route at precisely the time I would have been there. Premonitions can help you face bad situations that happen in everyone’s lifetime.
Trust Yourself Parapsychologists have already proven ESP exists with clairvoyance, psychokinesis, telepathy, and more. Now they’re trying to figure out how it works. As increased funding becomes available, more scientific proof will aid people in accepting this fragile facet of their being. The mystics have always known that psychic experiences can set a person on the path of spiritual growth that leads to lucidity and cosmic consciousness. Self-esteem grows when you honor your psychic experiences. Allowing rather than forcing helps them to occur. William James said it only takes one white crow to prove they’re not all black. One genuine psychic experience, if we’re honest with ourselves, is all it takes.
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