Wednesday, November 23, 2011
My Session with Sanaya Roman -- November, 1979
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My thoughts about the Scandal at Penn State
I didn't know -- or think -- much about sexual abuse against children until I became a professional psychic. It wasn't something people talked about very much and it had, literally, just never come up in anything in my world up until that time. At the age of 32, I started to work professionally; my career took off like a rocket, too . . I had a huge client base and a morning show radio slot at one of the biggest rock stations in the Midwest within 4 months of even admitting in public I could do this (that probably would never happen to anybody now) . . . anyway, as a result of getting so popular so fast, all of a sudden I had hundreds of people lined up waiting to see me.
And in this big line, many were victims of sexual trauma.
At first, I didn't quite know what to think of it. Dozens of people, literally, were telling me they had no memories of huge blocks of time from their childhood. I had a client who was a psychologist, with a Ph.D., telling me she had no memories, of any kind, before she was 16 !! I truly was baffled . . . I could do the readings but, as a trend, it confused me -- quite a bit. Within 2 years I was, at least in Ohio, a big big deal but, as I have done repeatedly over the years, at the height of my success, I simply vanished. Went in to seclusion, canceled all my appointments, turned off the phone. Poof -- gone.
Fast forward 2 years and a new technology appeared on the scene -- the 900 number. I decided to go to work at the 900 number and little by little perhaps go back to being a psychic. Round Two, same thing as Round One. Within a few months I had a national TV spot as a spokesperson for "Kebrina's Psychic Answer", a newspaper column and fairs and shows every week somewhere throughout Ohio. And once again -- only this time I was getting calls from all over the world -- more and more AND MORE cases involving invasive sexual acts against children -- gang rapes of 3 year olds, sexual torture of pre-schoolers, murders and abductions for little babies, sometimes 1 or 2 years old. It was too much for me. I couldn't do it -- one of the reasons I DO NOT want to do criminal cases anymore -- and so, poof, adios psychic world, never to return . . . and probably would not have returned had I not lost a child myself 14 years later.
I bring this up for two reasons: one, sexual abuse is widespread. It happens all over.
And, two, the effects, on the victims as well as the families of the victims, is profound. Devestation, long-lasting . . . heart breaking.
Penn State covered up this crime because of one reason -- and one reason only. They did not want to tarnish the BRAND PENN STATE . . the throw-back uniforms, the Mr. Rogers coach, clean wholesome family entertainment against rebel schools who weren't so upstanding as the happy folks from Happy Valley.
The administration at Penn State -- no different than the Catholic Church -- did not want their donors to feel squeamish about dropping money in the collection plate. It was a crime, hidden away, because of the huge amounts of money involved. EVERYONE who helped cover this up -- and delay the healing of the poor little boys victimized by this man, not to mention endanger so many others -- deserve their fate.
I stood up once, blew my whistle, and watched my corporate safety net vanish and, trust me, it hurt. But . . . better to sleep at night on somebody's couch with a clear mind than in a million dollar home with a troubled heart.
Both Penn State, and the Catholic Church, have failed us. We need, together, to help take a stand so that, in the future, no one else can do this with impunity and we need to protect, in whatever way we can, the innocence of our children.
I have worked on rape cases and murder cases for children with the parents sitting in the room looking right at me. There is no more pressure in the world than sitting there, trying to say what you see . . .
I wrote this poem almost 20 years ago, inspired by a rape case for a 3 year old girl, gang raped in the basement by a bunch of 14 year old boys :(
The Gold Watch
(or: why I stopped being a psychic)
Two little hands held tight like
a wet prayer. Paint cans whisper
hollow
tunes to her back; a tool bench, hands now idle, just
steps
away to her right
like silent sentinels.
The little red dress. Precious.
Just precious.
Black shiny shoes specked
with red and all is silent once more.
He spreads the photos
out across the dining
room table
Silence like a knife
It is his job
to take
these sprinkles of history and arrange
them, collage-like, into a pattern.
He is an archeologist of the dead.
The supplicants come heart in tooth
arms pasted loosely
to the left side
The mother's voice,
as always, is deep, throaty
like a wounded dog.
He sits
silent for a moment then gets up,
walks over
to grab a box of tissues.
She takes the tissues and blows her nose.
Phantoms on a carpeted walkway whisper to her as she walks.
The pictures will still come
to them both but no matter how they paint
the scene
the little red dress will never come
clean
again
the voice, like a wounded dog, he hears it
even
now
* I wrote this poem originally back in the early '90's shortly after I decided to "retire" as a professional psychic. I made an infomercial for a 1-900 number in 1992 and for about seven or eight months I worked on the phone lines for them and as one of their "featured clairvoyants"--clairvoyants are the Ferrarri's of the psychic world in that they can "see things" as opposed to other types of readers who go on impressons or feelings--I was usually the person who ended up working on any cases involving missing persons or criminal issues such as murder or abuse.
Incredibly, to me, (as I had a baby girl of my own), there were an amazing number of cases that I worked on involving abuse with children--very young children (two, three and four years old). Rape, physical and mental abuse, kidnapping and even murder.
The poem above was written specifically in response to a case I worked on in my private practice for a three year old girl who was raped in her basement, a scene I described in great (and later quite verifiable) detail but it is applicable to all my cases back then involving young children.
Eventually, after doing SO many of these types of readings I felt as if I had to stop. All gifts come with a price . . .
Now that more and more of these cases are, once again, coming my way I remember the first big "psychic go-round" and so I am sharing this poem from those dark days of mine all those many years ago.
Writing this -- even after all these years -- still kills me. Only because I SAW it . . . how much worse to have lived it :(
This can't be covered up. Our children deserve a world in which they can BE children.
And in this big line, many were victims of sexual trauma.
At first, I didn't quite know what to think of it. Dozens of people, literally, were telling me they had no memories of huge blocks of time from their childhood. I had a client who was a psychologist, with a Ph.D., telling me she had no memories, of any kind, before she was 16 !! I truly was baffled . . . I could do the readings but, as a trend, it confused me -- quite a bit. Within 2 years I was, at least in Ohio, a big big deal but, as I have done repeatedly over the years, at the height of my success, I simply vanished. Went in to seclusion, canceled all my appointments, turned off the phone. Poof -- gone.
Fast forward 2 years and a new technology appeared on the scene -- the 900 number. I decided to go to work at the 900 number and little by little perhaps go back to being a psychic. Round Two, same thing as Round One. Within a few months I had a national TV spot as a spokesperson for "Kebrina's Psychic Answer", a newspaper column and fairs and shows every week somewhere throughout Ohio. And once again -- only this time I was getting calls from all over the world -- more and more AND MORE cases involving invasive sexual acts against children -- gang rapes of 3 year olds, sexual torture of pre-schoolers, murders and abductions for little babies, sometimes 1 or 2 years old. It was too much for me. I couldn't do it -- one of the reasons I DO NOT want to do criminal cases anymore -- and so, poof, adios psychic world, never to return . . . and probably would not have returned had I not lost a child myself 14 years later.
I bring this up for two reasons: one, sexual abuse is widespread. It happens all over.
And, two, the effects, on the victims as well as the families of the victims, is profound. Devestation, long-lasting . . . heart breaking.
Penn State covered up this crime because of one reason -- and one reason only. They did not want to tarnish the BRAND PENN STATE . . the throw-back uniforms, the Mr. Rogers coach, clean wholesome family entertainment against rebel schools who weren't so upstanding as the happy folks from Happy Valley.
The administration at Penn State -- no different than the Catholic Church -- did not want their donors to feel squeamish about dropping money in the collection plate. It was a crime, hidden away, because of the huge amounts of money involved. EVERYONE who helped cover this up -- and delay the healing of the poor little boys victimized by this man, not to mention endanger so many others -- deserve their fate.
I stood up once, blew my whistle, and watched my corporate safety net vanish and, trust me, it hurt. But . . . better to sleep at night on somebody's couch with a clear mind than in a million dollar home with a troubled heart.
Both Penn State, and the Catholic Church, have failed us. We need, together, to help take a stand so that, in the future, no one else can do this with impunity and we need to protect, in whatever way we can, the innocence of our children.
I have worked on rape cases and murder cases for children with the parents sitting in the room looking right at me. There is no more pressure in the world than sitting there, trying to say what you see . . .
I wrote this poem almost 20 years ago, inspired by a rape case for a 3 year old girl, gang raped in the basement by a bunch of 14 year old boys :(
The Gold Watch
(or: why I stopped being a psychic)
Two little hands held tight like
a wet prayer. Paint cans whisper
hollow
tunes to her back; a tool bench, hands now idle, just
steps
away to her right
like silent sentinels.
The little red dress. Precious.
Just precious.
Black shiny shoes specked
with red and all is silent once more.
He spreads the photos
out across the dining
room table
Silence like a knife
It is his job
to take
these sprinkles of history and arrange
them, collage-like, into a pattern.
He is an archeologist of the dead.
The supplicants come heart in tooth
arms pasted loosely
to the left side
The mother's voice,
as always, is deep, throaty
like a wounded dog.
He sits
silent for a moment then gets up,
walks over
to grab a box of tissues.
She takes the tissues and blows her nose.
Phantoms on a carpeted walkway whisper to her as she walks.
The pictures will still come
to them both but no matter how they paint
the scene
the little red dress will never come
clean
again
the voice, like a wounded dog, he hears it
even
now
* I wrote this poem originally back in the early '90's shortly after I decided to "retire" as a professional psychic. I made an infomercial for a 1-900 number in 1992 and for about seven or eight months I worked on the phone lines for them and as one of their "featured clairvoyants"--clairvoyants are the Ferrarri's of the psychic world in that they can "see things" as opposed to other types of readers who go on impressons or feelings--I was usually the person who ended up working on any cases involving missing persons or criminal issues such as murder or abuse.
Incredibly, to me, (as I had a baby girl of my own), there were an amazing number of cases that I worked on involving abuse with children--very young children (two, three and four years old). Rape, physical and mental abuse, kidnapping and even murder.
The poem above was written specifically in response to a case I worked on in my private practice for a three year old girl who was raped in her basement, a scene I described in great (and later quite verifiable) detail but it is applicable to all my cases back then involving young children.
Eventually, after doing SO many of these types of readings I felt as if I had to stop. All gifts come with a price . . .
Now that more and more of these cases are, once again, coming my way I remember the first big "psychic go-round" and so I am sharing this poem from those dark days of mine all those many years ago.
Writing this -- even after all these years -- still kills me. Only because I SAW it . . . how much worse to have lived it :(
This can't be covered up. Our children deserve a world in which they can BE children.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Occupy LOVE
You meet a girl or a boy and the sparks fly. INSTANT connection. All you want to do is spend time together, be in each other's space, share . . . you stick together for a couple of months and then the idea pops in your head that this may be long-term. You start looking at things through a different lens. The initial euphoria gives way to a more calculating, is this really what I want, kind of logic.
Such is also the energy with Occupy Wall Street. The thermostat is heatin' up. The personality is about to . . . change.
Is it my "job" to PREDICT the future or HELP SHAPE the future ?? An interesting question. One, truthfully, I sometimes struggle with. But I will say this . . .
there are sooooooooooooo many beautiful things about the Occupy Movement. But the "aura" is changing -- and, in my opinion, not for the better. There is an "expectation" now that wasn't there before . . . and so it will now exhibit many of the power struggles that happen with the evolution of "a team". LOVE is what matters. Let's hope everyone remembers that.
I didn't have to be Nostradamus to know Occupy Wall Street had, at best, a 60 day window before things got a bit "tense" . . . the beauty so far is that the movement has galvanized a "thought form" and test-driven it on a mass scale. Beautiful . . . but if we read our Sun Tzu, we know this succeeded (in part) because it caught the enemy by surprise.
Well, they're not surprised any longer. The time is now to change tactics. Hopefully, everyone knows how to connect with everyone else -- and I am not talking about Facebook or Twitter . . . now it is time to strike with collective actions that impact the pocket book of corporate America. This HAS to be the next phase . . . if your desire was to open campgrounds in the big cities, then you've failed.
If your desire is to change the world, then change your tactics. Be like water; flow where resistance is weak.
Some ideas: if people know access points, like cafes or places like that, to use as information dissemination points -- and they are planned now, via word of mouth, then you have that already, in case you need it later
do it before you need it, just in case
if people see success only measured by how long they can stay in the park, they will be disappointed
change the tactics while you are in a position of strength -- better to define tactics as opposed to reacting to the tactical strengths of your opponent
secondly, the police are gonna up the ante on moving these central gathering points so have multiple places, planned in advance -- also just in case
change enough gears and the engine goes a different direction; the enemy is NOT a monolithic corporate beast -- the enemy is lack of awareness on the part of the prey . . .
Such is also the energy with Occupy Wall Street. The thermostat is heatin' up. The personality is about to . . . change.
Is it my "job" to PREDICT the future or HELP SHAPE the future ?? An interesting question. One, truthfully, I sometimes struggle with. But I will say this . . .
there are sooooooooooooo many beautiful things about the Occupy Movement. But the "aura" is changing -- and, in my opinion, not for the better. There is an "expectation" now that wasn't there before . . . and so it will now exhibit many of the power struggles that happen with the evolution of "a team". LOVE is what matters. Let's hope everyone remembers that.
I didn't have to be Nostradamus to know Occupy Wall Street had, at best, a 60 day window before things got a bit "tense" . . . the beauty so far is that the movement has galvanized a "thought form" and test-driven it on a mass scale. Beautiful . . . but if we read our Sun Tzu, we know this succeeded (in part) because it caught the enemy by surprise.
Well, they're not surprised any longer. The time is now to change tactics. Hopefully, everyone knows how to connect with everyone else -- and I am not talking about Facebook or Twitter . . . now it is time to strike with collective actions that impact the pocket book of corporate America. This HAS to be the next phase . . . if your desire was to open campgrounds in the big cities, then you've failed.
If your desire is to change the world, then change your tactics. Be like water; flow where resistance is weak.
Some ideas: if people know access points, like cafes or places like that, to use as information dissemination points -- and they are planned now, via word of mouth, then you have that already, in case you need it later
do it before you need it, just in case
if people see success only measured by how long they can stay in the park, they will be disappointed
change the tactics while you are in a position of strength -- better to define tactics as opposed to reacting to the tactical strengths of your opponent
secondly, the police are gonna up the ante on moving these central gathering points so have multiple places, planned in advance -- also just in case
change enough gears and the engine goes a different direction; the enemy is NOT a monolithic corporate beast -- the enemy is lack of awareness on the part of the prey . . .
Monday, November 14, 2011
Spain's Stolen Babies
If Joe Paterno was (quite justifiably) fired from his position as Penn State's football coach, shouldn't the Pope (and anyone else in the Catholic Church who was aware of the terrible crimes committed against children), for the exact same reason, see the same fate.
It wasn't all fun times taking a moral stand. I missed my half million dollar houses and new cars and Italian shoes and all the rest. It was hard. But I can go to my next life knowing I didn't put my own convenience and comfort ahead of my sense of morality.
A conspiracy, executed by the Spanish gov't in conjunction with doctors and the Catholic Church, to traffic newborns from "undesirables" and give them to families more "ideologically" aligned with the conservatives in the country. This went on for 50 years. As someone who personally went through the death of a new born, I can tell you there is nothing that compares with it.
Mothers and fathers were told their child had died. I cannot even imagine, even with my history, what this must be like :( . . . when will see the Catholic Church for what they truly are . . .
I went to bed with this show in my mind and it is the first thing I am thinking of as I awake. This disgusts me -- just as the news of Penn State's cover-up disgusts me. I can't live in a world where this happens. This is too much.
This is worth fighting for -- to make sure this never happens again :(
It wasn't all fun times taking a moral stand. I missed my half million dollar houses and new cars and Italian shoes and all the rest. It was hard. But I can go to my next life knowing I didn't put my own convenience and comfort ahead of my sense of morality.
A conspiracy, executed by the Spanish gov't in conjunction with doctors and the Catholic Church, to traffic newborns from "undesirables" and give them to families more "ideologically" aligned with the conservatives in the country. This went on for 50 years. As someone who personally went through the death of a new born, I can tell you there is nothing that compares with it.
Mothers and fathers were told their child had died. I cannot even imagine, even with my history, what this must be like :( . . . when will see the Catholic Church for what they truly are . . .
I went to bed with this show in my mind and it is the first thing I am thinking of as I awake. This disgusts me -- just as the news of Penn State's cover-up disgusts me. I can't live in a world where this happens. This is too much.
This is worth fighting for -- to make sure this never happens again :(
Sunday, November 13, 2011
A Prophecy: Not a Prediction
I predicted the economic "downturn", I predicted the great floods of 2010, I predicted plasma TV's and digital photography and wireless internet, I predicted record deals and movies deals by the score . . . I also predicted a social revolution in the United States that would start in September, 2011. My "track record" -- for all to see, because I am not shy about saying what I think -- is not 100% of course, but is pretty good.
I bring this up so you will put what I am about to say in a certain "context" . . . NOW YOU HAVE THE CHANCE TO CHANGE THE COURSE OF HISTORY !!
Let me repeat that: Now you have the chance, truly, to take the bull by the horns, use love and compassion, and re-direct the course of history. In 2008, I said there WAS NOTHING that would stop the economic tsunami coming our way. People didn't want to hear that but from my vantage point it was true.
THIS IS ALSO TRUE: NOW, it IS possible. It is possible to CHANGE the way of the world and make the world a better place. The energy moving that direction is strong; keep it going and the world will, poof, be filled with love. AND THAT WILL BE BEAUTIFUL . . . it's possible, truly possible . . .
now :)
I bring this up so you will put what I am about to say in a certain "context" . . . NOW YOU HAVE THE CHANCE TO CHANGE THE COURSE OF HISTORY !!
Let me repeat that: Now you have the chance, truly, to take the bull by the horns, use love and compassion, and re-direct the course of history. In 2008, I said there WAS NOTHING that would stop the economic tsunami coming our way. People didn't want to hear that but from my vantage point it was true.
THIS IS ALSO TRUE: NOW, it IS possible. It is possible to CHANGE the way of the world and make the world a better place. The energy moving that direction is strong; keep it going and the world will, poof, be filled with love. AND THAT WILL BE BEAUTIFUL . . . it's possible, truly possible . . .
now :)
And, so, it is written
Where, exactly, do you find the logical interpretation that it is all good to just march into a foreign country (your neighbor) and kill them as an act of War in order to justify stealing their resources ??? Oh Christian boys, can you tell me ?? PLEASE ?? Help me get inside your brain so I can understand -- when it seems soooooooo obvious to me that this is exactly OPPOSITE what Jesus said.
Either we've got the wrong Jesus or you are privy to some secret guide book I'm not aware of -- because the road map you keeping pointing me to says something a whole lot DIFFERENT to me than the way YOU seem to take it. Ya know ?????
16And, behold, one came and said unto him, Good Master, what good thing shall I do, that I may have eternal life?
17And he said unto him, Why callest thou me good? there is none good but one, that is, God: but if thou wilt enter into life, keep the commandments.
18He saith unto him, Which? Jesus said, Thou shalt do no murder, Thou shalt not commit adultery, Thou shalt not steal, Thou shalt not bear false witness,
19Honour thy father and thy mother: and, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. ~ Matthew 19:16-19
King James Version (KJV)
Either we've got the wrong Jesus or you are privy to some secret guide book I'm not aware of -- because the road map you keeping pointing me to says something a whole lot DIFFERENT to me than the way YOU seem to take it. Ya know ?????
16And, behold, one came and said unto him, Good Master, what good thing shall I do, that I may have eternal life?
17And he said unto him, Why callest thou me good? there is none good but one, that is, God: but if thou wilt enter into life, keep the commandments.
18He saith unto him, Which? Jesus said, Thou shalt do no murder, Thou shalt not commit adultery, Thou shalt not steal, Thou shalt not bear false witness,
19Honour thy father and thy mother: and, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. ~ Matthew 19:16-19
King James Version (KJV)
Friday, November 11, 2011
Straight to the Source
My mother came over last night and started reminiscing about all the wonderful things she'd done for me as a child and I just said "hey, let me tell you MY version of history" and I did . . . for a long time, a really long time, I have sort of driven around in neutral because my parent's expectations for me could only really be met by slamming myself in to reverse -- and much as being a crane operator or working in a paper mill may have seemed the pinnacle of achievement to the rest of the family, it just didn't have that same charm, somehow, to me.
Anyway, to cut to the moral of my story, over the years I have had many a golden goose miraculously land at my feet. In every instance, I have found a way to either (a) kill it or (b) piss it off enough to for it leave on its own. A pattern -- a learned pattern . . . and one, you might imagine, not particularly useful.
But in the conversation with my mother I felt, somehow, as if the light bulb went off and she really understood, I mean REALLY understood, what my childhood was like. I could continue to be angry but I had tried that -- for about 45 years -- and it also didn't seem particularly helpful, or useful. Understandable, yes. But helpful? Not so much.
One of the ways in which my family dysfunction manifested -- and there are several -- was, as you might imagine, in relationships. It had actually been pointed out to me several times, even sometimes in the relationship I was in, that I needed somehow to "rebel" and, after thinking about it for a while, I eventually realized there may have been some truth to that. It did seem as if there was a pattern: I attracted some beautiful woman (because my mother, although not exactly Einstein, objectively is a very attractive woman, even at 85) and then found a way to "escape", so as not to be "smothered" a la Jacqueline Brewer.
Not a particularly useful or helpful way to operate.
In my current relationship, with Alicia, once again (unconsciously) the self-destruct Houdini in a box boyfriend approach started to surface after I first went to Canada but rather than go down the co-dependent fiery adrenalin thrill ride I usually hopped on with me, she simply refused to play . . .
Grow up or go home.
This was sort of an unexpected turn of events.
Perhaps Alicia wasn't really clued in to just how "fabulous" I really am. I was confused, and annoyed, too so I was really not too happy with how things were coming down. I loved Alicia but she just wasn't reading the "script" properly. But the truth was she was simply smarter and more evolved than I was, but I didn't see that at the time and my usual "tricks" from the "stud bag" that had worked "so well" before (and really the only one getting fooled here was me) simply did . . not . . work.
It was quite possible that the "value" of those tricks had expired long ago anyway and what worked at 26 or 36 simply doesn't come across the same way at 56 . . . Of course, had they "worked", the relationship would have likely been a fiery roller coaster ride with a crash landing and, thankfully, that is not the way it's worked out.
Alicia, as she has in so many ways, helped me -- in spite of myself and I figured out pretty quickly what was really going on. Thank you :)
Fast forward to today:
This evening I went to the gym to lift weights. It seemed, for some reason, as if I was particularly strong and I was really getting in to it. I had been there a little over on hour when I looked down at my right arm and noticed it was parallel with my leg, i.e. it was straight. For many this would not be a particular surprise nor reason to write some big long confessional about my issues with my mother but, for me, it was something akin to an earth-shattering revelation.
Because the last time my right arm had been perfectly straight was August 25, 1985. Twenty-six (26) years, two months, and sixteen (16) days -- kind of a long time.
On that day, a day that other than the death of my daughter I look upon as THE tragedy of my life, I broke my wrist and shattered the radial head of my right elbow. A cast for 13 weeks. All my pretty muscles . . . vanished. My athletic career, such as it was, essentially over. And the ability to stretch my arm to its full length . . . gone.
Seemingly . . . forever.
It was also the beginning of what would soon take on an ever greater role in my life as time went on: my distrust of doctors, soon to turn to hatred and feelings of victimization . . . but up until this day, my thoughts about doctors and, really, life in general was fairly optimistic. The elbow didn't heal properly and the doctor-patient "trust" thing, as a result, went adios.
Alicia does this magical thing called Jin Shin Do -- a form of body/mind medicine, it is actually a form of accupressure, where points in the body are activated through touch and "stuck energy" is released. I am not really doing Jin Shin Do full justice, but in essence one of the beautiful things with Jin Shin Do, at least for me, is that it helps eliminate physical pain through releasing the memories that carry the pain and keep it localized within the body.
My shoulder stopped hurting, at least while I was still in Canada, as a result of receiving Jin Shin Do treatments and I am sure the reason my arm finally stretched out to its full natural length this evening is because, just as Alicia's treatments did with my shoulder, my "forgiving my mother" -- and, as a result, forgiving myself, somehow released those memories holding my right arm in such a rigid space.
I let go of the negativity of those emotions and the physical storehouse for part of that pain, my right elbow . . . symbolically kind of a big deal in terms of power and flexiblity . . . decided, as a result, to let go of me.
The mind is a powerful thing.
Emotions are powerful things, as well. I couldn't heal my elbow through any other means but forgiving my mother for "ruining my childhood" did. I released some of that anger and, as a result, the anger released some of me :)
There's a lesson here . . . somewhere.
Anyway, to cut to the moral of my story, over the years I have had many a golden goose miraculously land at my feet. In every instance, I have found a way to either (a) kill it or (b) piss it off enough to for it leave on its own. A pattern -- a learned pattern . . . and one, you might imagine, not particularly useful.
But in the conversation with my mother I felt, somehow, as if the light bulb went off and she really understood, I mean REALLY understood, what my childhood was like. I could continue to be angry but I had tried that -- for about 45 years -- and it also didn't seem particularly helpful, or useful. Understandable, yes. But helpful? Not so much.
One of the ways in which my family dysfunction manifested -- and there are several -- was, as you might imagine, in relationships. It had actually been pointed out to me several times, even sometimes in the relationship I was in, that I needed somehow to "rebel" and, after thinking about it for a while, I eventually realized there may have been some truth to that. It did seem as if there was a pattern: I attracted some beautiful woman (because my mother, although not exactly Einstein, objectively is a very attractive woman, even at 85) and then found a way to "escape", so as not to be "smothered" a la Jacqueline Brewer.
Not a particularly useful or helpful way to operate.
In my current relationship, with Alicia, once again (unconsciously) the self-destruct Houdini in a box boyfriend approach started to surface after I first went to Canada but rather than go down the co-dependent fiery adrenalin thrill ride I usually hopped on with me, she simply refused to play . . .
Grow up or go home.
This was sort of an unexpected turn of events.
Perhaps Alicia wasn't really clued in to just how "fabulous" I really am. I was confused, and annoyed, too so I was really not too happy with how things were coming down. I loved Alicia but she just wasn't reading the "script" properly. But the truth was she was simply smarter and more evolved than I was, but I didn't see that at the time and my usual "tricks" from the "stud bag" that had worked "so well" before (and really the only one getting fooled here was me) simply did . . not . . work.
It was quite possible that the "value" of those tricks had expired long ago anyway and what worked at 26 or 36 simply doesn't come across the same way at 56 . . . Of course, had they "worked", the relationship would have likely been a fiery roller coaster ride with a crash landing and, thankfully, that is not the way it's worked out.
Alicia, as she has in so many ways, helped me -- in spite of myself and I figured out pretty quickly what was really going on. Thank you :)
Fast forward to today:
This evening I went to the gym to lift weights. It seemed, for some reason, as if I was particularly strong and I was really getting in to it. I had been there a little over on hour when I looked down at my right arm and noticed it was parallel with my leg, i.e. it was straight. For many this would not be a particular surprise nor reason to write some big long confessional about my issues with my mother but, for me, it was something akin to an earth-shattering revelation.
Because the last time my right arm had been perfectly straight was August 25, 1985. Twenty-six (26) years, two months, and sixteen (16) days -- kind of a long time.
On that day, a day that other than the death of my daughter I look upon as THE tragedy of my life, I broke my wrist and shattered the radial head of my right elbow. A cast for 13 weeks. All my pretty muscles . . . vanished. My athletic career, such as it was, essentially over. And the ability to stretch my arm to its full length . . . gone.
Seemingly . . . forever.
It was also the beginning of what would soon take on an ever greater role in my life as time went on: my distrust of doctors, soon to turn to hatred and feelings of victimization . . . but up until this day, my thoughts about doctors and, really, life in general was fairly optimistic. The elbow didn't heal properly and the doctor-patient "trust" thing, as a result, went adios.
Alicia does this magical thing called Jin Shin Do -- a form of body/mind medicine, it is actually a form of accupressure, where points in the body are activated through touch and "stuck energy" is released. I am not really doing Jin Shin Do full justice, but in essence one of the beautiful things with Jin Shin Do, at least for me, is that it helps eliminate physical pain through releasing the memories that carry the pain and keep it localized within the body.
My shoulder stopped hurting, at least while I was still in Canada, as a result of receiving Jin Shin Do treatments and I am sure the reason my arm finally stretched out to its full natural length this evening is because, just as Alicia's treatments did with my shoulder, my "forgiving my mother" -- and, as a result, forgiving myself, somehow released those memories holding my right arm in such a rigid space.
I let go of the negativity of those emotions and the physical storehouse for part of that pain, my right elbow . . . symbolically kind of a big deal in terms of power and flexiblity . . . decided, as a result, to let go of me.
The mind is a powerful thing.
Emotions are powerful things, as well. I couldn't heal my elbow through any other means but forgiving my mother for "ruining my childhood" did. I released some of that anger and, as a result, the anger released some of me :)
There's a lesson here . . . somewhere.
The end of Catholicism ??
(Originally Posted November 5, 2011)
There is a famous prophecy of St. Malachi listing all the popes of the Catholic Church. The current pope -- and truthfully, I can't even look at him. There is something about him that makes me go eeeeeeggggghhhhhh -- is, according to St. Malachi's list, the next to last pope.
Most people have interpreted this to mean that Armageddon will come and the world will come to an end. However, I have stated out loud that I think the next couple of years are likely to not be in the Catholic Church highlight reel of happy times.
So here is MY take on St. Malachi. I believe the Catholic Church is on its last legs. This doesn't mean the world will end; it simply means the Catholic Church's world will end -- at least in the way we see it today. Something better is coming . . this could very well be a more enlightened form of Christianity.
But the hypocrisy of the Catholic leaders is destroying their Church and soon, in my opinion very soon, just as people are taking their money from the too big to fail banks and going to credit unions, I believe their will be a similar move happening very shorty from the too big to care Churches towards smaller more intimate non-denominational churches, preaching a direct connection to God.
There is a famous prophecy of St. Malachi listing all the popes of the Catholic Church. The current pope -- and truthfully, I can't even look at him. There is something about him that makes me go eeeeeeggggghhhhhh -- is, according to St. Malachi's list, the next to last pope.
Most people have interpreted this to mean that Armageddon will come and the world will come to an end. However, I have stated out loud that I think the next couple of years are likely to not be in the Catholic Church highlight reel of happy times.
So here is MY take on St. Malachi. I believe the Catholic Church is on its last legs. This doesn't mean the world will end; it simply means the Catholic Church's world will end -- at least in the way we see it today. Something better is coming . . this could very well be a more enlightened form of Christianity.
But the hypocrisy of the Catholic leaders is destroying their Church and soon, in my opinion very soon, just as people are taking their money from the too big to fail banks and going to credit unions, I believe their will be a similar move happening very shorty from the too big to care Churches towards smaller more intimate non-denominational churches, preaching a direct connection to God.
Happy Days are on their Way
(Originally Posted November 4, 2011)
I am an "emotional psychic" in that I tend to tap in to people's emotions first and then reverse-engineer reasons WHY they feel that way. This is one of the reasons I was able to make predictions about the economy a few years back because I felt this "sad cloud" blowing my way and I tried to break down what was causing it.
Now, of course, the world is in a sorry state, sold down the river by a bunch of arrogant and greedy white boys who didn't plan very well for the rainy day they've unleashed upon the planet . . . but -- even with all of that, the "emotional body" of the earth and the collective energy of the creatures on the earth, going forward, seems happy. There is a smile in the ether, where lately there had been a frown and such anger !!
To me, this can only mean one thing. Soon, more and more people will feel that sense of happiness and optimism. The world is, slowly but surely, getting better.
This is a bold thing to say . . . but just like in 2008 and 2009 when people said to me "think positive" about the economy and I said, "OK. I'm positive !! The economy is gonna crash !! You happy?" -- now I am equally positive that within the next year or so people's perceptions of how things are going will improve. There is a sense of optimism floating out of the cosmic TV tower I tap into. It may not be here, yet . . . but it's coming. Truly it is coming.
I guarantee it.
I am an "emotional psychic" in that I tend to tap in to people's emotions first and then reverse-engineer reasons WHY they feel that way. This is one of the reasons I was able to make predictions about the economy a few years back because I felt this "sad cloud" blowing my way and I tried to break down what was causing it.
Now, of course, the world is in a sorry state, sold down the river by a bunch of arrogant and greedy white boys who didn't plan very well for the rainy day they've unleashed upon the planet . . . but -- even with all of that, the "emotional body" of the earth and the collective energy of the creatures on the earth, going forward, seems happy. There is a smile in the ether, where lately there had been a frown and such anger !!
To me, this can only mean one thing. Soon, more and more people will feel that sense of happiness and optimism. The world is, slowly but surely, getting better.
This is a bold thing to say . . . but just like in 2008 and 2009 when people said to me "think positive" about the economy and I said, "OK. I'm positive !! The economy is gonna crash !! You happy?" -- now I am equally positive that within the next year or so people's perceptions of how things are going will improve. There is a sense of optimism floating out of the cosmic TV tower I tap into. It may not be here, yet . . . but it's coming. Truly it is coming.
I guarantee it.
Hand in Hand with my Angels
(Originally Posted October 31, 2011)
I wasn't afraid to walk away from a very lucrative career (and I am talking my corporate consulting career) to say what I felt about fairness and justice. Being a "corporate whistle blower" is probably one of the loneliest, most frightening things you could ever do. THAT was tough . . . Later, as a psychic, I wasn't afraid to say that things were going to happen that were perhaps not "ideal" when I was certain that was the way things were headed . . .
There is a price tag for everything. Now we are moving into a space/time "wrinkle" where those of you TRULY willing to embrace your spiritual essence can grow, quickly and beautifully. But growth to many is frightening. Better to stay in my small world than take a chance towards something bigger. I understand that, of course. The mind prison is subtle, but all powerful . . .
Now I am saying "wait, things are going to get better. There is love, magic, beauty -- right at your door step" . . . and I feel, truly feel, this frightens people more than anything I've ever said. Why? It is fascinating, but I think it is true.
The fear of something truly good is more frightening than the fear of something "negative". I have walked on the edge my whole life, I guess you could say -- not because, as some have surmised, that I was self-destructive but instead because I believed I was moving towards something magical -- and that I was never moving alone . . . there were always guides, spirits, angels following me, holding my hand. I believed it then and, of course, I believe it now.
There is a spiritual world as real as the world "you see". Now is a magical time to awaken to that world. It is closer now than ever; spiritual energies are heightened. Love is available -- because their is a greater hunger for love, because so many people have been on love "fasts".
There is a spiritual hunger, as well, because for years and years people have lived on spiritual junk food, empty calories for their soul. Now is the time. NOW is the time.
To fly . . .
I wasn't afraid to walk away from a very lucrative career (and I am talking my corporate consulting career) to say what I felt about fairness and justice. Being a "corporate whistle blower" is probably one of the loneliest, most frightening things you could ever do. THAT was tough . . . Later, as a psychic, I wasn't afraid to say that things were going to happen that were perhaps not "ideal" when I was certain that was the way things were headed . . .
There is a price tag for everything. Now we are moving into a space/time "wrinkle" where those of you TRULY willing to embrace your spiritual essence can grow, quickly and beautifully. But growth to many is frightening. Better to stay in my small world than take a chance towards something bigger. I understand that, of course. The mind prison is subtle, but all powerful . . .
Now I am saying "wait, things are going to get better. There is love, magic, beauty -- right at your door step" . . . and I feel, truly feel, this frightens people more than anything I've ever said. Why? It is fascinating, but I think it is true.
The fear of something truly good is more frightening than the fear of something "negative". I have walked on the edge my whole life, I guess you could say -- not because, as some have surmised, that I was self-destructive but instead because I believed I was moving towards something magical -- and that I was never moving alone . . . there were always guides, spirits, angels following me, holding my hand. I believed it then and, of course, I believe it now.
There is a spiritual world as real as the world "you see". Now is a magical time to awaken to that world. It is closer now than ever; spiritual energies are heightened. Love is available -- because their is a greater hunger for love, because so many people have been on love "fasts".
There is a spiritual hunger, as well, because for years and years people have lived on spiritual junk food, empty calories for their soul. Now is the time. NOW is the time.
To fly . . .
TRANCE FOR MAY TIION
(Originally Posted October 28, 2011)
Just so we're clear: I don't see the world "ending". The Mayans were lovely people, I am sure, and much more in tune than most of us, but whether you believe their calender "ends" today or December, 2012 -- either way I see the next few years as INCREDIBLY POSITIVE times. I don't believe we will end up in FEMA camps, I don't believe HAARP will destroy the ozone or cause tsunamis for years on end, I don't see anyone being vacuumed up to Heaven with 143,999 of their fellow white Republican friends . . .
I believe we are moving in to a beautiful period. But to appreciate beauty, you have to FIRST have an eye for beauty and to tap in to the spiritual bounty on your doorstep you have to clear the clutter from your mind so you can take that first step towards spiritual liberation.
Your mind is a prison but you, believe it or not, are the jailer. You, personally, have to key to unlock that door . . . and step in to a new world. Stop looking for the end; start finding the beginning.
The most magical time EVER -- but only if you break free of the limitations YOU impose upon yourself. A time of great spiritual treasures, unfolding.
I try, in my limited way, to express the concept of "possibilities" in pretty much everything I write, and everything I do-- what is it possible, really, for any of us "to achieve"? What skills do people really have? And, to me anyway, the most important question: Is there a divine connection to a repository of talents and information that we all, potentially, can tap in to?
I think the next few years is more about that than anything else -- tapping in to that divine reservoir of possibility.
Part of my rationale for publicly saying "X is gonna happen" is to show, in whatever graphic fashion I can, that the ability to truly perceive future events exists. Some people have questioned the legitimacy of me "putting it out there" but there is method to my madness. I am not a psychic -- although that is my "tag line".
My quest is to find the trail that leads to full recognition of the Divine powers we are heir to -- and, with that knowledge, I hope to find ways to "achieve" that seem "beyond" our normal capacity. This is about "finding God" -- not developing my "psychic abilities". That is simply a by-product of the quest. Each step is just part of a bigger piece of theatre, one line following another.
This also ties in with the time we are moving in to -- a time of greater opportunity.
Truthfully, at a high level, I believe everything is pretty much "pre-planned" according to some cosmic blue print and my life, both public and private, has been "timed-out" in order for me to have the greatest impact . . . designed to elicit the largest audience at the proper time. I am patient -- because I see the end-state. A hired gun, with a mission.
I am not a psychic; rather, I am not ONLY a psychic -- I am a Magician.
But then -- SO ARE YOU !!
This morning, talking to my baby sister in Jordan, Lynn Brucker, she asked me "what it all means -- what's coming next?" My answer was this:
TRANCE FOR MAY TIION
So . . . let's break it all down:
TRANCE: being in a state of heightened awareness, an altered state but a state of bliss, ecstasy . . .
FOR: being positive, being in favor of something, putting out an effort to make things happen . . .
MAY: permission to proceed; a permission, by the way, YOU give yourself. God is always there, allowing you to move forward but you have learned not to trust. Your conditioning suggests the universe is dark, forboding -- the arms of opportunity come with a price . . .
TIION -- just like the old adage "there's no I in team", here we have two "I's" -- the I that is you and the I that is God, connected, like cosmic Siamese twins.
TRANCE FOR MAY TIION -- the time for lift off is now. The world is not going to end. For some of us, and this could (and should) be you, as well -- it is just about to truly begin :)
Just so we're clear: I don't see the world "ending". The Mayans were lovely people, I am sure, and much more in tune than most of us, but whether you believe their calender "ends" today or December, 2012 -- either way I see the next few years as INCREDIBLY POSITIVE times. I don't believe we will end up in FEMA camps, I don't believe HAARP will destroy the ozone or cause tsunamis for years on end, I don't see anyone being vacuumed up to Heaven with 143,999 of their fellow white Republican friends . . .
I believe we are moving in to a beautiful period. But to appreciate beauty, you have to FIRST have an eye for beauty and to tap in to the spiritual bounty on your doorstep you have to clear the clutter from your mind so you can take that first step towards spiritual liberation.
Your mind is a prison but you, believe it or not, are the jailer. You, personally, have to key to unlock that door . . . and step in to a new world. Stop looking for the end; start finding the beginning.
The most magical time EVER -- but only if you break free of the limitations YOU impose upon yourself. A time of great spiritual treasures, unfolding.
I try, in my limited way, to express the concept of "possibilities" in pretty much everything I write, and everything I do-- what is it possible, really, for any of us "to achieve"? What skills do people really have? And, to me anyway, the most important question: Is there a divine connection to a repository of talents and information that we all, potentially, can tap in to?
I think the next few years is more about that than anything else -- tapping in to that divine reservoir of possibility.
Part of my rationale for publicly saying "X is gonna happen" is to show, in whatever graphic fashion I can, that the ability to truly perceive future events exists. Some people have questioned the legitimacy of me "putting it out there" but there is method to my madness. I am not a psychic -- although that is my "tag line".
My quest is to find the trail that leads to full recognition of the Divine powers we are heir to -- and, with that knowledge, I hope to find ways to "achieve" that seem "beyond" our normal capacity. This is about "finding God" -- not developing my "psychic abilities". That is simply a by-product of the quest. Each step is just part of a bigger piece of theatre, one line following another.
This also ties in with the time we are moving in to -- a time of greater opportunity.
Truthfully, at a high level, I believe everything is pretty much "pre-planned" according to some cosmic blue print and my life, both public and private, has been "timed-out" in order for me to have the greatest impact . . . designed to elicit the largest audience at the proper time. I am patient -- because I see the end-state. A hired gun, with a mission.
I am not a psychic; rather, I am not ONLY a psychic -- I am a Magician.
But then -- SO ARE YOU !!
This morning, talking to my baby sister in Jordan, Lynn Brucker, she asked me "what it all means -- what's coming next?" My answer was this:
TRANCE FOR MAY TIION
So . . . let's break it all down:
TRANCE: being in a state of heightened awareness, an altered state but a state of bliss, ecstasy . . .
FOR: being positive, being in favor of something, putting out an effort to make things happen . . .
MAY: permission to proceed; a permission, by the way, YOU give yourself. God is always there, allowing you to move forward but you have learned not to trust. Your conditioning suggests the universe is dark, forboding -- the arms of opportunity come with a price . . .
TIION -- just like the old adage "there's no I in team", here we have two "I's" -- the I that is you and the I that is God, connected, like cosmic Siamese twins.
TRANCE FOR MAY TIION -- the time for lift off is now. The world is not going to end. For some of us, and this could (and should) be you, as well -- it is just about to truly begin :)
Can you hear it ??
(Originally Posted October 27, 2011)
The light peaks through the window: a spiritual essence, faint at first, but getting clearer as the days pass. A time to retreat, store nuts for the Winter, listen listen . . . to the voice within you. Many of you -- MANY of you -- over the next 45 days will feel a sudden urge to expand your sense of religion and spirituality . . . a time of cleansing from now until mid-December. A time to connect to "yourself".
Those who have never been inside a church in 20 years will suddenly feel an urge to go; many of you, cynical and broken by the recent past, will rise up, like a man throwing off his crutches, and seek spiritual nurturance . . . this is time when many of us, me included, will be visited and hear the sweet, soft whisper of God.
Practice allowing your thoughts to form unimpeded, on their own. Practice following the rhythm of your breath, allowing it to move you, rather than follow . . . spend time looking at the earth, at what She says. New eyes bring new things . . .
Read old books of spirituality, read old novels about seekers who were "trying to understand" . . . the 19th Century was filled with them; see if the path they followed holds within it something that seems familiar to you now. The past is always a good place to start when looking to understand the future.
The most magical 6 months in history, right now; but only if you are willing to listen.
The volume has been turned up. Now, more than ever, the station from the Cosmos is there for YOU to plug in to. The voice of God is loud, very loud. Can you hear it ??
The light peaks through the window: a spiritual essence, faint at first, but getting clearer as the days pass. A time to retreat, store nuts for the Winter, listen listen . . . to the voice within you. Many of you -- MANY of you -- over the next 45 days will feel a sudden urge to expand your sense of religion and spirituality . . . a time of cleansing from now until mid-December. A time to connect to "yourself".
Those who have never been inside a church in 20 years will suddenly feel an urge to go; many of you, cynical and broken by the recent past, will rise up, like a man throwing off his crutches, and seek spiritual nurturance . . . this is time when many of us, me included, will be visited and hear the sweet, soft whisper of God.
Practice allowing your thoughts to form unimpeded, on their own. Practice following the rhythm of your breath, allowing it to move you, rather than follow . . . spend time looking at the earth, at what She says. New eyes bring new things . . .
Read old books of spirituality, read old novels about seekers who were "trying to understand" . . . the 19th Century was filled with them; see if the path they followed holds within it something that seems familiar to you now. The past is always a good place to start when looking to understand the future.
The most magical 6 months in history, right now; but only if you are willing to listen.
The volume has been turned up. Now, more than ever, the station from the Cosmos is there for YOU to plug in to. The voice of God is loud, very loud. Can you hear it ??
Fore-warned, fore-armed, and a four poster bed
(Originally Posted October 9, 2011)
I talked with another person recently who thanked me for NOT agreeing with them when I did their reading -- although, at the time, it didn't tax my "psychic powers" too much to know she was not particularly pleased with what I had to tell her. You may think this is an "odd" thing to say -- but it kind of works like this. In this particular case, a woman was having an "affair" with a younger man and a passionate one, it was.
She, as many of us have done in that first sudden bloom of desire, felt that this was her "soul mate" and even though she had a very comfortable marriage to a wealthy and seemingly devoted husband, she was thinking of leaving her marriage so she could be with this other man. Of course, what she wanted to hear was this: YES, you are soul mates, yes all will be well, yes if you leave your husband everything will be smooth sailing and a steamy romance novel future is there for you into eternity.
But that's not what I said.
Rather than give a yes/no answer -- which I am loath to do as it does not address "root cause" and so the likelihood of needing to ask a similar question 6 months down the road is high -- I like to look at the "story behind the story" and, in this particular instance, that story was, in fact, the "other man": who is he, what is he "like", what are his motivations, where do those motivations "come from" . . . what is he likely to do "in the future".
Without gving details, and to make a long story not so long, my analysis of this man's personality -- and the trend line one might expect if that personality assesment were correct -- turned out, four months later, to have been dead on. He did almost exactly what I said he would do and, for those of you who may have been disappointed in love, it was not a particular "surprise" that where in months past she had passionately sung this man's praises, now she was EQUALLY passionate in telling me all of his faults.
This from a woman who, over a period of time, has grown to "trust" my instincts and even though she debated me a bit at the time :) . . . I am sure, now, that she was glad to have waited a bit (as I suggested she do) before leaving her marriage.
Why do I bring this up?
Because I want to talk about economics and my "predictions" from 5 years ago when I said the housing market would "crash" and unemployment would kick in at almost unimaginable levels and persist for an extended period of time.
When I said this, people were "in love" with the idea of constantly getting richer and richer, buying bigger and bigger homes, buying more more more. To come along and say "ugh, 'scuse me -- I don't mean to rain on this lovely parade but . . . "
It was not well received.
But, I want to talk about what paying attention to my "story behind the story" would have meant -- because it addresses an even bigger issue in my world -- is saying something "contrary" to what someone wants to hear being negative -- or is it an attempt to be protective?
In 2006, several of my friends asked my "advice" about buying and selling homes. I suggested, in every case but one (and I will explain why the one was different in a second), that they sell their homes by June, 2007 at the latest and then RENT a home for a year or two, put the money in a 1 or 2 year money-market account, and buy a home sometime late 2008 or early 2009 (so as to avoid any capital gains on their existing homes -- they had two years to buy without negative tax implications and all of them were set to make a "killing" in the short-term) because I said that houses would likely be substantially cheaper by that time.
No one followed this advice and in a couple of cases, even though they had 6 figure cash "wins" in selling their homes, the individuals lost their new homes and became bancrupt. In all these cases, had they taken the path I suggested, they would have bought a comparable home for, in some cases, half of the purchase price in 2007 and saved, in some cases, well over a quarter of a million dollars.
The person I suggested just sell then and buy right away was buying a home in Kansas for, I think, $58,000 with some credit wrinkles in their past so in this case it was to her advantage to seal the deal right then. Housing prices in rural Kansas had never spiked so they were unlikely to crash. Everyone else I spoke with lived in big cities in very desirable housing markets: California, Washington, DC, and Atlanta and each of those markets reflected the boom-bust cycle in very dramatic ways.
But, of course, it wasn't what they wanted to hear. RENT? Don't be ridiculous!! Which is fine; one makes decisions based on a multitude of variables and takes a chance in every case. But, again, what was considered by some as being "negative" was, in fact, just one way of looking at current events mapped against a possible future scenario. No one is right all the time -- but this "prediction" was given in the spirit of trying to be helpful and not a "wet noodle".
Same holds true with pensions. I warned people close to me that all was not right in the Municipal Fund kingdom and I suggested that they take the option of converting any 401K's, IRA's, or company pensions and taking the safest, lowest risk positions they could as I felt the stock market was due for a bit of volatility. Some actually did this (and were glad they did) but again most did not.
The moral of this story: if you are going to consult a psychic or astrologer or numerologist, witch doctor, tea leaf reader or Uncle Bob's ouija board try to do so with an open mind. Not hearing exactly what you want to hear may actually be the "truth".
I talked with another person recently who thanked me for NOT agreeing with them when I did their reading -- although, at the time, it didn't tax my "psychic powers" too much to know she was not particularly pleased with what I had to tell her. You may think this is an "odd" thing to say -- but it kind of works like this. In this particular case, a woman was having an "affair" with a younger man and a passionate one, it was.
She, as many of us have done in that first sudden bloom of desire, felt that this was her "soul mate" and even though she had a very comfortable marriage to a wealthy and seemingly devoted husband, she was thinking of leaving her marriage so she could be with this other man. Of course, what she wanted to hear was this: YES, you are soul mates, yes all will be well, yes if you leave your husband everything will be smooth sailing and a steamy romance novel future is there for you into eternity.
But that's not what I said.
Rather than give a yes/no answer -- which I am loath to do as it does not address "root cause" and so the likelihood of needing to ask a similar question 6 months down the road is high -- I like to look at the "story behind the story" and, in this particular instance, that story was, in fact, the "other man": who is he, what is he "like", what are his motivations, where do those motivations "come from" . . . what is he likely to do "in the future".
Without gving details, and to make a long story not so long, my analysis of this man's personality -- and the trend line one might expect if that personality assesment were correct -- turned out, four months later, to have been dead on. He did almost exactly what I said he would do and, for those of you who may have been disappointed in love, it was not a particular "surprise" that where in months past she had passionately sung this man's praises, now she was EQUALLY passionate in telling me all of his faults.
This from a woman who, over a period of time, has grown to "trust" my instincts and even though she debated me a bit at the time :) . . . I am sure, now, that she was glad to have waited a bit (as I suggested she do) before leaving her marriage.
Why do I bring this up?
Because I want to talk about economics and my "predictions" from 5 years ago when I said the housing market would "crash" and unemployment would kick in at almost unimaginable levels and persist for an extended period of time.
When I said this, people were "in love" with the idea of constantly getting richer and richer, buying bigger and bigger homes, buying more more more. To come along and say "ugh, 'scuse me -- I don't mean to rain on this lovely parade but . . . "
It was not well received.
But, I want to talk about what paying attention to my "story behind the story" would have meant -- because it addresses an even bigger issue in my world -- is saying something "contrary" to what someone wants to hear being negative -- or is it an attempt to be protective?
In 2006, several of my friends asked my "advice" about buying and selling homes. I suggested, in every case but one (and I will explain why the one was different in a second), that they sell their homes by June, 2007 at the latest and then RENT a home for a year or two, put the money in a 1 or 2 year money-market account, and buy a home sometime late 2008 or early 2009 (so as to avoid any capital gains on their existing homes -- they had two years to buy without negative tax implications and all of them were set to make a "killing" in the short-term) because I said that houses would likely be substantially cheaper by that time.
No one followed this advice and in a couple of cases, even though they had 6 figure cash "wins" in selling their homes, the individuals lost their new homes and became bancrupt. In all these cases, had they taken the path I suggested, they would have bought a comparable home for, in some cases, half of the purchase price in 2007 and saved, in some cases, well over a quarter of a million dollars.
The person I suggested just sell then and buy right away was buying a home in Kansas for, I think, $58,000 with some credit wrinkles in their past so in this case it was to her advantage to seal the deal right then. Housing prices in rural Kansas had never spiked so they were unlikely to crash. Everyone else I spoke with lived in big cities in very desirable housing markets: California, Washington, DC, and Atlanta and each of those markets reflected the boom-bust cycle in very dramatic ways.
But, of course, it wasn't what they wanted to hear. RENT? Don't be ridiculous!! Which is fine; one makes decisions based on a multitude of variables and takes a chance in every case. But, again, what was considered by some as being "negative" was, in fact, just one way of looking at current events mapped against a possible future scenario. No one is right all the time -- but this "prediction" was given in the spirit of trying to be helpful and not a "wet noodle".
Same holds true with pensions. I warned people close to me that all was not right in the Municipal Fund kingdom and I suggested that they take the option of converting any 401K's, IRA's, or company pensions and taking the safest, lowest risk positions they could as I felt the stock market was due for a bit of volatility. Some actually did this (and were glad they did) but again most did not.
The moral of this story: if you are going to consult a psychic or astrologer or numerologist, witch doctor, tea leaf reader or Uncle Bob's ouija board try to do so with an open mind. Not hearing exactly what you want to hear may actually be the "truth".
The Darkness and the Light
(Originally Posted October 15, 2011)
Just because Christianity has been hi-jacked by right-wing nut jobs who think Jesus's true message was about free trade agreements and the divine rights of white people, don't let the truth and reality of what HE said get lost in the shuffle. Christianity, Jesus, the real "message" from perhaps the greatest "light-worker" we've ever seen, all that is still legit . . . don't throw out something that works, that holds spiritual truths just because others have stolen HIS light to shine upon their own darkness. Christianity is REAL -- the true "test" perhaps may be in realizing that . . . it's funny that I feel I have to hide my Christianity in the psychic world just as I would surely have to "hide" my psychic abilities from "Christians".
But Jesus is legit. I believe that.
All that is happening now: a political revolution, an economic revolution, a revolution in "consciousness" -- they're all sub-sets of a bigger revolution -- the revolution of/within "Christianity".
At the root cause level, we are being influenced by an ideology that is a rejection of traditional Christianity; one that is being replaced by some whackadoodle eugenics-based hybrid . . . and that, boys and girls, is where the fun begins.
The battle is one of "thought" and certain "groups" want to dictate the ground rules for how "to think" -- and they are using Christianity as their "tool" :(
Her princes in the midst thereof are like wolves ravening the prey, to shed blood, and to destroy souls, to get dishonest gain. -- Ezekial 22:27
Just because Christianity has been hi-jacked by right-wing nut jobs who think Jesus's true message was about free trade agreements and the divine rights of white people, don't let the truth and reality of what HE said get lost in the shuffle. Christianity, Jesus, the real "message" from perhaps the greatest "light-worker" we've ever seen, all that is still legit . . . don't throw out something that works, that holds spiritual truths just because others have stolen HIS light to shine upon their own darkness. Christianity is REAL -- the true "test" perhaps may be in realizing that . . . it's funny that I feel I have to hide my Christianity in the psychic world just as I would surely have to "hide" my psychic abilities from "Christians".
But Jesus is legit. I believe that.
All that is happening now: a political revolution, an economic revolution, a revolution in "consciousness" -- they're all sub-sets of a bigger revolution -- the revolution of/within "Christianity".
At the root cause level, we are being influenced by an ideology that is a rejection of traditional Christianity; one that is being replaced by some whackadoodle eugenics-based hybrid . . . and that, boys and girls, is where the fun begins.
The battle is one of "thought" and certain "groups" want to dictate the ground rules for how "to think" -- and they are using Christianity as their "tool" :(
Her princes in the midst thereof are like wolves ravening the prey, to shed blood, and to destroy souls, to get dishonest gain. -- Ezekial 22:27
The Clock on the Walls Says ----
(Originally Posted October 9, 2011)
The "banks" (and I use that term more as an ideological position as opposed to a true bricks and mortar location) could have, in early 2010, shifted gears, found a mid-ground, kept what they'd stolen and gone on. They would have gotten most of what they'd wanted and could have mitigated to a large degree what's happening today.
But like the arrogant little dicks they've always proven to be, filled with the assurance that they, and they alone, called the shots, they pushed that envelope expecting to get everything, blissfully ignorant of the well-spring of hatred and rebellion brewing quietly, moving from discomfort to fear to anger.
Obama could have, 12 months in to his term, used his powers of elocution to have sold a watered down plan to save a few of the peasants but no one did this. It's too late now. The power is growing and what would have satisfied the majority 18 months ago won't work any longer. Hang tight. It's about to get "interesting".
Like the Moral Majority of the 80's, whenever these little right-wingers get a sniff of power they pretty much go hog-wild. But if you surround yourself with only those people who agree with you, it is almost understandable (on one level) that you think your position is more popular than it really is.
They wanted everything. They had sooooo much, more than Kings yet -- they needed more. And soon, very soon, they will have much less than they actually started with . . . an interesting time.
Indeed.
The "banks" (and I use that term more as an ideological position as opposed to a true bricks and mortar location) could have, in early 2010, shifted gears, found a mid-ground, kept what they'd stolen and gone on. They would have gotten most of what they'd wanted and could have mitigated to a large degree what's happening today.
But like the arrogant little dicks they've always proven to be, filled with the assurance that they, and they alone, called the shots, they pushed that envelope expecting to get everything, blissfully ignorant of the well-spring of hatred and rebellion brewing quietly, moving from discomfort to fear to anger.
Obama could have, 12 months in to his term, used his powers of elocution to have sold a watered down plan to save a few of the peasants but no one did this. It's too late now. The power is growing and what would have satisfied the majority 18 months ago won't work any longer. Hang tight. It's about to get "interesting".
Like the Moral Majority of the 80's, whenever these little right-wingers get a sniff of power they pretty much go hog-wild. But if you surround yourself with only those people who agree with you, it is almost understandable (on one level) that you think your position is more popular than it really is.
They wanted everything. They had sooooo much, more than Kings yet -- they needed more. And soon, very soon, they will have much less than they actually started with . . . an interesting time.
Indeed.
August 16th
(Originally Posted October 8, 2011)
I have compiled all my posts from August 16th and 17th and collected them here. I think, in restrospect, they are kind of interesting.
*******************
I have said, right out loud, that the next 6 months would be the most "interesting" 6 months in history. I stand by that statement. If there was EVER a time to look for a second coming or some light from the sky, now is the time. The world is about to change -- in an instant . . a time to find God. Ethics, compassion MATTER . . treat others as you would hope they would treat you. A magical time . . . right now.
The "Christ Consciousness" is there for all; it is a feeling, a knowing, that comes from "within" you . . you don't need a church or a collection plate to find it, to walk in its Golden Light . . listen to yourself, really listen . . be kind to others. The most magical 6 months in history is about to begin.
TONIGHT is when the world changes . . . the clock begins to tick. The seals are broken . . . some of you will no doubt think I'm crazy, but others "know", in the secret chambers of their heart, that I am telling the "truth"
The world is about to get better -- believe in yourselves. The changes I see are for the best . . . love matters, feel and be love and you will fly, like a bird in the sky :) . . . I believe things will change towards something beautiful. You will all make it happen. That is my prediction.
Those of us who want to make a better world will soon have the chance to do so -- ethics, love . . . these are STRONG, powerful things. Those who walk in darkness will stumble . . a magical time -- now is, literally, when it begins !!
In the past I have made specific "predictions": the economy is gonna do this, it is gonna flood, etc etc etc . . . yes/no: are they right . . . or are they wrong? Tonight, I speak in riddles. It is up to you (if you choose) to make sense of them for yourselves. There is no ABSOLUTE answer . . it is a feeling and you either "feel it" or you don't. You either love or you don't. This isn't multiple choice; it's an essay question and each of us has to write the script ourselves.
Make the decision, tonight, that you will love yourself -- even if it is only for a few minutes. Self-love changes you and THEN you change the world around you. The revolution, truly, comes from within. The world is governed by people who hate themselves -- don't let their self-loathing break the light that shines within you :) . . you can change the world, once you give in to love. Put the ego aside, find love and everything else will take care of itself.
I was on national TV 20 years ago, had a newspaper column and a gig on the morning show of the biggest rock station in town. I was "The Psychic Adonis" -- a psychic glam boy with groupies and a rep for never being wrong. I knew how to be a "star" but that wasn't what I wanted . . I don't need to make public predictions any more. Maybe I will; maybe I won't . . My "job", though, is to help people "find" their own "light" within. I will speak in riddles because riddles are the only real "truth".
I don't need to "make things happen"; I am a happening already and the world will turn towards me, like the sunflower towards the sun.
The world is different because "free will" is now on sale. In the past I made "predictions" because those events were inevitable. NOW, the training wheels are off, boys and girls. Now you are free, more than ever, to choose . . choose wisely . . because true happiness is within your reach. A magical time -- those who wish to fly will be given wings. I see it . . . and know it. Some of you WILL fly . . higher than you ever dreamed possible :)
And on August 25th, I posted this: I wasn't kidding last week, on the 16th, when I said that the world would start spinning wildly and that things would happen at speeds never seen before . . . the earth is trying to find a balance. This storm is likely to be an unpleasant one; it is time to find your inner compass and follow it. The clock started "ticking" 9 days ago; it will continue to tick louder and louder until you "hear it".
I have compiled all my posts from August 16th and 17th and collected them here. I think, in restrospect, they are kind of interesting.
*******************
I have said, right out loud, that the next 6 months would be the most "interesting" 6 months in history. I stand by that statement. If there was EVER a time to look for a second coming or some light from the sky, now is the time. The world is about to change -- in an instant . . a time to find God. Ethics, compassion MATTER . . treat others as you would hope they would treat you. A magical time . . . right now.
The "Christ Consciousness" is there for all; it is a feeling, a knowing, that comes from "within" you . . you don't need a church or a collection plate to find it, to walk in its Golden Light . . listen to yourself, really listen . . be kind to others. The most magical 6 months in history is about to begin.
TONIGHT is when the world changes . . . the clock begins to tick. The seals are broken . . . some of you will no doubt think I'm crazy, but others "know", in the secret chambers of their heart, that I am telling the "truth"
The world is about to get better -- believe in yourselves. The changes I see are for the best . . . love matters, feel and be love and you will fly, like a bird in the sky :) . . . I believe things will change towards something beautiful. You will all make it happen. That is my prediction.
Those of us who want to make a better world will soon have the chance to do so -- ethics, love . . . these are STRONG, powerful things. Those who walk in darkness will stumble . . a magical time -- now is, literally, when it begins !!
In the past I have made specific "predictions": the economy is gonna do this, it is gonna flood, etc etc etc . . . yes/no: are they right . . . or are they wrong? Tonight, I speak in riddles. It is up to you (if you choose) to make sense of them for yourselves. There is no ABSOLUTE answer . . it is a feeling and you either "feel it" or you don't. You either love or you don't. This isn't multiple choice; it's an essay question and each of us has to write the script ourselves.
Make the decision, tonight, that you will love yourself -- even if it is only for a few minutes. Self-love changes you and THEN you change the world around you. The revolution, truly, comes from within. The world is governed by people who hate themselves -- don't let their self-loathing break the light that shines within you :) . . you can change the world, once you give in to love. Put the ego aside, find love and everything else will take care of itself.
I was on national TV 20 years ago, had a newspaper column and a gig on the morning show of the biggest rock station in town. I was "The Psychic Adonis" -- a psychic glam boy with groupies and a rep for never being wrong. I knew how to be a "star" but that wasn't what I wanted . . I don't need to make public predictions any more. Maybe I will; maybe I won't . . My "job", though, is to help people "find" their own "light" within. I will speak in riddles because riddles are the only real "truth".
I don't need to "make things happen"; I am a happening already and the world will turn towards me, like the sunflower towards the sun.
The world is different because "free will" is now on sale. In the past I made "predictions" because those events were inevitable. NOW, the training wheels are off, boys and girls. Now you are free, more than ever, to choose . . choose wisely . . because true happiness is within your reach. A magical time -- those who wish to fly will be given wings. I see it . . . and know it. Some of you WILL fly . . higher than you ever dreamed possible :)
And on August 25th, I posted this: I wasn't kidding last week, on the 16th, when I said that the world would start spinning wildly and that things would happen at speeds never seen before . . . the earth is trying to find a balance. This storm is likely to be an unpleasant one; it is time to find your inner compass and follow it. The clock started "ticking" 9 days ago; it will continue to tick louder and louder until you "hear it".
Letters of Love
(Originally Posted October 8, 2011)
I, along with several others, was tagged in a comment this morning by Glenna Erickson Bain that asked this question:
I'm curious: What was one of the most satisfying questions anyone ever asked you?
Here is where I jumped in, with a response to a comment by my friend, Barbara Mackey.
Barbara Mackey:
Their all X rated and Funny...
ME:
Barbara Mackey dear cute blond psychic girl -- hi, I feel as if my etheric body is somehow out of alignment due to a badly constricted root chakra . . . is chakra alignment a service you offer hahahahaa :)
Barbara Mackey:
I think we're the consumate..Bad..girl,boy..
combo...
Glenna I know you want serious...sorry..but I'm in one of those moods..xo
Andrew and I are obviously twins separated at birth,,,by...different parents.??
ME:
Dearest Barbara Mackey -- ever since my first month of cable television, I have dreamed of the day when I could call you -- oh beautiful blonde TV GODDESS so in touch with the cosmic mysteries -- my lawfully wedded wife. Please, dearest Barbara Mackey, look, with those pools of loveliness that are your eyes -- into your crystal ball and tell me what date that shall happen, when you and I are one, bound together. Also, my darling one, could you perhaps offer a bit more of your psychic advice as to my future business opportunities. I have no money now to pay you -- as I am saving for our future together -- but once we are married, I will sing your praises to one and all and you will be showered with riches as I am showered by the steamy nights of our love. Oh my darling, please email me your response. My heart is beating faster faster -- oh can such love be true ????
Alicia Kent:
How come Barbara gets the ones who can spell....
Barbara Mackey:
Wow such a smoozher!...Sorry my Venus is in Capricorn..It take us 10 years to figure out if we even "Like" someone...Try that on someone whose Venus is Pisces...
Alicia...ya gotta love um...
ME:
oooohhh dear Miss Alicia Kent. You don't know me -- but I have observed your beauty here on MY FACE for many months. How is it possible such loveliness can exist. I feel a connection to you -- is this karmic, perhaps -- and would love to meet you so that we can explore this powerful connection. I am temporarily in Africa helping starving children as well as developing a vaccine to save the dwindling Giraffe population . . normally I would not reach out to you in this way if I was not already certain that we were soul mates bound together through our lifetime of passionate sexual escapades in Lemuria AND Atlantis, as well as our lifetime under Ramses II when I saved you from certain death and so please wire money to me here, in care of Western Union in Peoria, Illinois. My personal broker will then make all arrangements for my safe passage to Canada and perhaps you and I can work together to make this world a better one for our tall long-necked friends. I wait for your wire (transfer) with bated breath. Signed, Fabio Cosmico-Smyth Jones III
Alicia Kent:
Yay...I got one who can spell...I better get right on wiring that money ♥ But I think it was actually monkeys.....
ME:
oh my darling Alicia Kent -- if it is monkeys you love, then I will devote my attention to finding a way to make their world a better one. Perhaps we can spend time here together in Africa, under the hot sun, our bodies bound tightly one upon the other, our passions as bright as the lovely African horizon . . . your magnificent thighs remind me so much of the tigers and leopards who move so majestically . . . please, my darling, do not deny yourself this chance to feel our fiery passions erupt. My palace is warm and inviting -- although through a small governmental oversight it is currently in the hands of an evil ruler who refuses to allow me back on to my rightful property without first paying 125,000 Canadian dollars in ransom. I have sadly used most of my vast wealth in paying tariffs on Giraffe vaccine, but isn't the life of one of these noble creatures worth it. My love grows for you with each passing moment. Please send the money now -- I am on fire for you and afraid if I wait much longer I will be nothing but a hot, deeply satisfied pile of ash and cinders. OH OH OH . . . my darling darling Alicka.
Alicia Kent:
What can I say...
ME:
Say??? Why, say you feel the fire burning in you as it does so deeply within me. Oh, dearest rich Canadian woman Alicia Kent, my love for you grows and grows. Dearest one, come hold ME !!!! NOW !!!!!
Alicia Kent:
I see romance novels in your future....
ME:
oh my darling we will make our Romance, our love, one the poets will sing about -- if only I had the words to truly express your loveliness, to give one hint of the flame burning deep within my loins . . . our passion is one for the ages. Oh glorious glorious night of fiery passion . . . oh glorious glorious love. Come, hurry Alicia Kent . . . I need my darling Alicka, here in my matrimonial bed !!!!! I am burning UP with desire !!!!
I, along with several others, was tagged in a comment this morning by Glenna Erickson Bain that asked this question:
I'm curious: What was one of the most satisfying questions anyone ever asked you?
Here is where I jumped in, with a response to a comment by my friend, Barbara Mackey.
Barbara Mackey:
Their all X rated and Funny...
ME:
Barbara Mackey dear cute blond psychic girl -- hi, I feel as if my etheric body is somehow out of alignment due to a badly constricted root chakra . . . is chakra alignment a service you offer hahahahaa :)
Barbara Mackey:
I think we're the consumate..Bad..girl,boy..
combo...
Glenna I know you want serious...sorry..but I'm in one of those moods..xo
Andrew and I are obviously twins separated at birth,,,by...different parents.??
ME:
Dearest Barbara Mackey -- ever since my first month of cable television, I have dreamed of the day when I could call you -- oh beautiful blonde TV GODDESS so in touch with the cosmic mysteries -- my lawfully wedded wife. Please, dearest Barbara Mackey, look, with those pools of loveliness that are your eyes -- into your crystal ball and tell me what date that shall happen, when you and I are one, bound together. Also, my darling one, could you perhaps offer a bit more of your psychic advice as to my future business opportunities. I have no money now to pay you -- as I am saving for our future together -- but once we are married, I will sing your praises to one and all and you will be showered with riches as I am showered by the steamy nights of our love. Oh my darling, please email me your response. My heart is beating faster faster -- oh can such love be true ????
Alicia Kent:
How come Barbara gets the ones who can spell....
Barbara Mackey:
Wow such a smoozher!...Sorry my Venus is in Capricorn..It take us 10 years to figure out if we even "Like" someone...Try that on someone whose Venus is Pisces...
Alicia...ya gotta love um...
ME:
oooohhh dear Miss Alicia Kent. You don't know me -- but I have observed your beauty here on MY FACE for many months. How is it possible such loveliness can exist. I feel a connection to you -- is this karmic, perhaps -- and would love to meet you so that we can explore this powerful connection. I am temporarily in Africa helping starving children as well as developing a vaccine to save the dwindling Giraffe population . . normally I would not reach out to you in this way if I was not already certain that we were soul mates bound together through our lifetime of passionate sexual escapades in Lemuria AND Atlantis, as well as our lifetime under Ramses II when I saved you from certain death and so please wire money to me here, in care of Western Union in Peoria, Illinois. My personal broker will then make all arrangements for my safe passage to Canada and perhaps you and I can work together to make this world a better one for our tall long-necked friends. I wait for your wire (transfer) with bated breath. Signed, Fabio Cosmico-Smyth Jones III
Alicia Kent:
Yay...I got one who can spell...I better get right on wiring that money ♥ But I think it was actually monkeys.....
ME:
oh my darling Alicia Kent -- if it is monkeys you love, then I will devote my attention to finding a way to make their world a better one. Perhaps we can spend time here together in Africa, under the hot sun, our bodies bound tightly one upon the other, our passions as bright as the lovely African horizon . . . your magnificent thighs remind me so much of the tigers and leopards who move so majestically . . . please, my darling, do not deny yourself this chance to feel our fiery passions erupt. My palace is warm and inviting -- although through a small governmental oversight it is currently in the hands of an evil ruler who refuses to allow me back on to my rightful property without first paying 125,000 Canadian dollars in ransom. I have sadly used most of my vast wealth in paying tariffs on Giraffe vaccine, but isn't the life of one of these noble creatures worth it. My love grows for you with each passing moment. Please send the money now -- I am on fire for you and afraid if I wait much longer I will be nothing but a hot, deeply satisfied pile of ash and cinders. OH OH OH . . . my darling darling Alicka.
Alicia Kent:
What can I say...
ME:
Say??? Why, say you feel the fire burning in you as it does so deeply within me. Oh, dearest rich Canadian woman Alicia Kent, my love for you grows and grows. Dearest one, come hold ME !!!! NOW !!!!!
Alicia Kent:
I see romance novels in your future....
ME:
oh my darling we will make our Romance, our love, one the poets will sing about -- if only I had the words to truly express your loveliness, to give one hint of the flame burning deep within my loins . . . our passion is one for the ages. Oh glorious glorious night of fiery passion . . . oh glorious glorious love. Come, hurry Alicia Kent . . . I need my darling Alicka, here in my matrimonial bed !!!!! I am burning UP with desire !!!!
How the Corporate State and Your Cheating Boyfriend are, in fact, One and the Same
(Originally Posted October 7, 2011)
First off, let me give this disclaimer: I've worked in corporations and have been a cheating boyfriend, as well (but not like this one) . . . so glass houses and stones and that whole speech. However, I feel as if my metaphor is kind of a rockn good one and so, to make a point, I intend to use it.
It all starts off so well. He's going to make your life better. Your welfare and happiness really matters to him and he would never do anything to harm you. He's totally on the same page with you but then, after awhile, you notice "things".
He doesn't really answer your calls when you need him; only when it's convenient for him. But if he wants something, he's totally in your face, almost demanding that you do what he wants.
Of course, when you call him on it, he's sorry or gives some lame I can't be there all the time speech or, worst case scenario, denies you even have a right to have an issue with him. Then you notice that he spends money on elaborate gifts -- but doesn't tip the waitress or bitches that the candy bar is 65 cents when it was only 59 cents yesterday at Walmart.
How come we don't just get everything at Walmart? If we save 6 cents on every item, over the year we could buy a new Buick. Stuff like that -- he is totally schizophrenic with money.
He's also kind of a snob. He doesn't vibe with that black girl in your office and says "stuff" -- racist stuff; but he makes it out like it's all a joke -- he doesn't really "mean" it. "I mean, hey, what the fuck -- can't you take a JOKE?"
Sometimes, you think he's got the eye out for somebody else. You notice that as soon as one of your friends breaks up, he's all over how he can connect with her. You think he's trying to have a threesome with "everybody" but he denies it, says "it's all you baby. Always always always!!"
He's messy, too. He doesn't care if he leaves garbage on the floor or pees in the pool. He says that it's more convenient for him to just toss stuff wherever he's at -- he promises he'll clean it up later -- and really, it's not like he pees in the pool everyday . . . ok, so it does have a "liitle odor". WTF . . . "does it REALLY fucking matter?"
It gets old, after awhile. He promises to do better and whenever you call him on his shit, he turns it around and makes out that you're being silly or, if that doesn't work, he gets all defensive and just tries to belittle you and wear you down until, finally, you just cave and give in.
This goes on for a couple of years. You want to leave, but he buys groceries and he has a NICE car -- your car is a an 82 Yugo and well, it is not the most RELIABLE transportation but then, one day, you wake up and realize what you've felt all along but couldn't really put in to words.
He's abusing you -- psychologically and verbally, he's abusing you. You worry for awhile -- thinking about what would happen if you had to pay the electric bill yourself or if you needed to get somewhere and the Yugo wouldn't run.
It's frightening. And, of course, he TELLS you over and over that you're NOTHING without him. YOU'RE NOTHING . . . without him.
Finally, though, one day you just reach that point where you say, even if I have to walk and use candles, anything beats this. You're not sure what you want or who you want or even what you're going to do. But YOU KNOW you're not doing this any more. NOT ONE MORE DAY.
THIS is the scenario driving "Occupy Wall Street". They may not have a pretty little list but they know they're being abused and no matter what it may cost, they want to be open to something or somebody BETTER.
Revolujah !!!
First off, let me give this disclaimer: I've worked in corporations and have been a cheating boyfriend, as well (but not like this one) . . . so glass houses and stones and that whole speech. However, I feel as if my metaphor is kind of a rockn good one and so, to make a point, I intend to use it.
It all starts off so well. He's going to make your life better. Your welfare and happiness really matters to him and he would never do anything to harm you. He's totally on the same page with you but then, after awhile, you notice "things".
He doesn't really answer your calls when you need him; only when it's convenient for him. But if he wants something, he's totally in your face, almost demanding that you do what he wants.
Of course, when you call him on it, he's sorry or gives some lame I can't be there all the time speech or, worst case scenario, denies you even have a right to have an issue with him. Then you notice that he spends money on elaborate gifts -- but doesn't tip the waitress or bitches that the candy bar is 65 cents when it was only 59 cents yesterday at Walmart.
How come we don't just get everything at Walmart? If we save 6 cents on every item, over the year we could buy a new Buick. Stuff like that -- he is totally schizophrenic with money.
He's also kind of a snob. He doesn't vibe with that black girl in your office and says "stuff" -- racist stuff; but he makes it out like it's all a joke -- he doesn't really "mean" it. "I mean, hey, what the fuck -- can't you take a JOKE?"
Sometimes, you think he's got the eye out for somebody else. You notice that as soon as one of your friends breaks up, he's all over how he can connect with her. You think he's trying to have a threesome with "everybody" but he denies it, says "it's all you baby. Always always always!!"
He's messy, too. He doesn't care if he leaves garbage on the floor or pees in the pool. He says that it's more convenient for him to just toss stuff wherever he's at -- he promises he'll clean it up later -- and really, it's not like he pees in the pool everyday . . . ok, so it does have a "liitle odor". WTF . . . "does it REALLY fucking matter?"
It gets old, after awhile. He promises to do better and whenever you call him on his shit, he turns it around and makes out that you're being silly or, if that doesn't work, he gets all defensive and just tries to belittle you and wear you down until, finally, you just cave and give in.
This goes on for a couple of years. You want to leave, but he buys groceries and he has a NICE car -- your car is a an 82 Yugo and well, it is not the most RELIABLE transportation but then, one day, you wake up and realize what you've felt all along but couldn't really put in to words.
He's abusing you -- psychologically and verbally, he's abusing you. You worry for awhile -- thinking about what would happen if you had to pay the electric bill yourself or if you needed to get somewhere and the Yugo wouldn't run.
It's frightening. And, of course, he TELLS you over and over that you're NOTHING without him. YOU'RE NOTHING . . . without him.
Finally, though, one day you just reach that point where you say, even if I have to walk and use candles, anything beats this. You're not sure what you want or who you want or even what you're going to do. But YOU KNOW you're not doing this any more. NOT ONE MORE DAY.
THIS is the scenario driving "Occupy Wall Street". They may not have a pretty little list but they know they're being abused and no matter what it may cost, they want to be open to something or somebody BETTER.
Revolujah !!!
Let them Eat the Future
(Originally Posted October 1, 2011)
On August 16th, I said the "seals were broken" -- meaning: change was about to happen. Dramatically, quickly, sometimes violently . . . but always with the sweet breath of our Creator at its root.
Initially, I said that change would be our dear Mother Earth shaking and baking and I warned that we should expect an unusual, and dramatic, series of earthquakes and "earth changes". For the next month, that's what happened. I even predicted an earthquake in the Inland Empire of California -- saying it was imminent (it happened 4 days later) and that it would be around 50 miles east of Los Angeles, near Riverside . . it was actually 66 miles east of Los Angeles, near Riverside, CA.
In August, I also said that we should expect a "revolutionary movement" to erupt within the United States in September -- one that would grow quickly and, ultimately, make a difference . . a positive change. Perhaps someday people will realize I know what I'm talking about and that I am, in fact, being given "glimpses" of the future. But -- for some, this is all coincidental.
Coincidence.
This movement, "Occupy Wall Street", is going to grow. This, for many, is completely unexpected but to me it is exactly like how I saw the world back in 2006. I could see something was wrong and, over time, it became more and more obvious that there was a guiding hand behind it all and that, soon, a dark stake would be driven through the heart of the United States economy.
Many were surprised, in large part because they had no imagination. But the last two years have been, slowly -- but surely, pebble by pebble, a collection of fiery straws placed on an overworked camel's back.
This one straw too many day was precipitated by a series of actions and initiatives that were enforced through a govermental policy that was nothing, really, more than a mouthpiece for "corporate" policy. This, too, is a surprse to those who could not/would not "see" -- just as the controlled demolition of their world's was 3-4 years ago.
But . . . people are plugged in to a strong and sudden need to "take back" their lives -- to have some say in the ways in which things are done. There is no more waiting. The peasant's patience has run out -- and so, too, has the carte blanche window of the ideologues who wished to go on their merry way, thinking the "little people" would be happy with a new wii and a few fancy apps for their phones. They were wrong; they are about to find out HOW WRONG they actually were.
Ahhhh. Sometimes surprises are beautiful -- while other times . . .
And so the cosmic wheel TURNS.
October wil be a month of reflection. This month is when you stop, take a deep a breath, and say "what the fuck?"
More and more and MORE of you will feel an intense, unusual "itch" to connect with yourselves in new and dramatic ways . . . the "need" to get right with God, for many, will be strong. VERY strong.
This is a blessing to, and for, you. It is the re-boot to your inner GPS. Embrace it, be thankful for it.
God is whispering to you.
It will not only change your life -- it may save it, as well.
On August 16th, I said the "seals were broken" -- meaning: change was about to happen. Dramatically, quickly, sometimes violently . . . but always with the sweet breath of our Creator at its root.
Initially, I said that change would be our dear Mother Earth shaking and baking and I warned that we should expect an unusual, and dramatic, series of earthquakes and "earth changes". For the next month, that's what happened. I even predicted an earthquake in the Inland Empire of California -- saying it was imminent (it happened 4 days later) and that it would be around 50 miles east of Los Angeles, near Riverside . . it was actually 66 miles east of Los Angeles, near Riverside, CA.
In August, I also said that we should expect a "revolutionary movement" to erupt within the United States in September -- one that would grow quickly and, ultimately, make a difference . . a positive change. Perhaps someday people will realize I know what I'm talking about and that I am, in fact, being given "glimpses" of the future. But -- for some, this is all coincidental.
Coincidence.
This movement, "Occupy Wall Street", is going to grow. This, for many, is completely unexpected but to me it is exactly like how I saw the world back in 2006. I could see something was wrong and, over time, it became more and more obvious that there was a guiding hand behind it all and that, soon, a dark stake would be driven through the heart of the United States economy.
Many were surprised, in large part because they had no imagination. But the last two years have been, slowly -- but surely, pebble by pebble, a collection of fiery straws placed on an overworked camel's back.
This one straw too many day was precipitated by a series of actions and initiatives that were enforced through a govermental policy that was nothing, really, more than a mouthpiece for "corporate" policy. This, too, is a surprse to those who could not/would not "see" -- just as the controlled demolition of their world's was 3-4 years ago.
But . . . people are plugged in to a strong and sudden need to "take back" their lives -- to have some say in the ways in which things are done. There is no more waiting. The peasant's patience has run out -- and so, too, has the carte blanche window of the ideologues who wished to go on their merry way, thinking the "little people" would be happy with a new wii and a few fancy apps for their phones. They were wrong; they are about to find out HOW WRONG they actually were.
Ahhhh. Sometimes surprises are beautiful -- while other times . . .
And so the cosmic wheel TURNS.
October wil be a month of reflection. This month is when you stop, take a deep a breath, and say "what the fuck?"
More and more and MORE of you will feel an intense, unusual "itch" to connect with yourselves in new and dramatic ways . . . the "need" to get right with God, for many, will be strong. VERY strong.
This is a blessing to, and for, you. It is the re-boot to your inner GPS. Embrace it, be thankful for it.
God is whispering to you.
It will not only change your life -- it may save it, as well.
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