SHIFTING FROM LOGIC TO INTUITION

I thought I'd share something about what I've learned about shifting awareness between Logic and Intuition.  Many of you have probably seen me mention my project of developing psychic ability, or intuition.  I've studied it for years, diligently, and have adhered to all the rules and tricks and tips I've learned along the way.  It's why I got attracted to Bruce Moen's work and what he teaches, because his tools and techniques for nonphysical exploration are the same thing as using intuition.

My kids and I started doing geocaching.  It's something to get you outside walking, with the fun of exploring for hidden treasure.  People anywhere in the world can hide a cache and then post its whereabouts on line.  You log on and it finds your location, and it gives you coordinates for nearby caches, and the GPS guides you there with a little map showing where you are in relation to the hidden cache.  The GPS tells you how many miles and then feet you are away, the closer you get.  It's never precise and can only come just so close, so once you get in the general vicinity you just have to look around.  Some caches are "microscopic" which is smaller than the size of a tiny tube of pencil lead, or they can be the size of a lunchbox, small ammo box, or much bigger.  So you just look under rocks, between rocks, logs, bushes, trees, anywhere.  Inside the cache, if it's big enough, is paper to sign and date and sometimes little "treasures", toys or souvenirs...take one, leave one.

So the very first one my daughter Abby and I tried, well we had no idea what we were looking for.  We didn't know how big it would be or how obvious it would stand out.  We were led to a creek filled with water, mud, cattails, and rocks.  Trees and grass and rocks surrounding the area.  A tunnel where the creek went under the road.  The GPS had us pointed right into the creek.  Abby said, "Well I'm not adventurous enough to get down there and look through all that."  And I wasn't either!

We knew the GPS had us in the general area but one step one direction and you were suddenly several feet away from the supposed spot.  It was a little confusing to know exactly where we were supposed to be looking!  The how-to video on the Geocaching site tells you that if you get within 20 feet or so, just start looking all around you in any direction since the GPS can never be exact.  Well, we realized this could be harder than we thought.  We walked and looked around all the trees, looking for disturbed earth.  Looking for tracks or obvious spots where something was out of place.  Looking for anything odd or an obvious hiding spot.  Nothing.  Got back down toward the creek again and cringed at the thought of looking in it.

As I walked along the creek, I remember thinking that I didn't want to just give up.  This was adventurous, and I didn't want to disappoint my daughter, and I am not a person who gives up easily.  When I want something, I do everything I can to get it.  So then I told myself, "Vicky!  Duh!  You're looking logically.  You need to focus intuitively and just feel for it.  This is a perfect opportunity."

I used a little mental trick...I envisioned a gauge stick shifting from the left side of my brain to the right, kind of like watching the speedometer when you step on the gas.  Once it shifted over I stopping thinking and turned my attention on what I felt.  I felt like turning my head to my left,  so I did.  My eyes fell on one rock near the creek bed at the head of the tunnel around 15 to 20 feet away from me.  I walked straight toward that rock knowing that my intuition had pointed me there.

I said to Abby, "It's right here.  It has to be right here."  And she saw me reach down and pick up that rock.  Underneath it was a tiny cache the size of a pill bottle covered in camouflage tape and nestled in a little nook in the dirt.  I remember Abby saying, "Oh my gosh how did you know it was there?  How did you do that?"  But she knows.  I told her my intuition told me and she wasn't surprised.  My kids are used to it.

Switching from logic to intuition was like going from trying to look, to deciding to just stop looking.  All that was left was what I felt.  It happens in a flash of an instant, so you have to pay attention to whatever you feel, no matter what it is.  And it really doesn't matter what it is, just as long as you notice a feeling.  When you do, follow through.  Following through means having no doubt about the process.  Don't question it, analyze it, or work out in your mind if it makes sense or not.  Just allow your conscious awareness to move with it.  In this case, it meant turning my head toward where I got pulled, and walking over to where my eyes were looking.

THE TIP IS THE BEST PART

We all know the tip is the best part.  It's filled with chocolate, I assume to stop the ice cream from leaking, but no one holds it long enough for that to happen, right?  David finished his in about five minutes, maybe less.  He likes to break the head off, eat the cone, then eat the ice cream last.  Me, I like to nibble off the nuts and chocolate around the base of the cone clockwise and then work my way to the top til all the chocolate's gone, then lick the ice cream dome til it's level with the cone.  Then I slowly eat the rim of the cone the same way as I did the chocolate, clockwise, while I periodically suck on the ice cream.  (I didn't realize til now that I had a system).  When I get down to the hard chocolate at the tip of the cone, the best part, I really savor it.  It looks like a tiny chocolate ice cream cone!  It's too cute to just gobble up.  If you suck on it a little the chocolate gets softer and glistens, and it melts in your mouth.  Yeah, the tip is the best part.

So, that's how I enjoy a Nestle Drumstick.  I like the original vanilla flavor best and chocolate second.  My kids only like the caramel ones.  They have several kinds out now I guess, but I think when I was a kid they only had vanilla.  Don't remember.

Anyway, I didn't set out to write a piece about Drumsticks.  The thing I wanted to share was one of those really funny things that when they happen, it's hilarious and it's not the kind of thing you could just make up.  It's just too silly.

Last night David finished his quickly, as usual.  I did my thing with mine and finished.  Then a little later Abby said, "Hey, I got two tips!  How cool is that!"  She was holding up her "tiny chocolate ice cream cone" in one hand and another one in the other.  "My cone had its tip but then I found an extra tip at the bottom of my wrapper!  I love the tip, it's the best part!"

So that was pretty neat right?  I mean, if you love Drumsticks you know you love the tip best.  But then the kicker was David saying, "What?  That's not fair.  I didn't even get a tip!  I thought it just broke off but I checked the wrapper and it wasn't there."

Ok, I lost it then.  That was just too hilarious.  David didn't even mention not having a tip, he just enjoyed his cone anyway, and then here's Abby going, "I got an extra tip!"  Oh my God, that was just so funny.  What are the odds?  I love those kinds of coincidences that just happen in the right way or else you wouldn't have even noticed it.

MY COLLECTION

Here's a photo of my collection of my own personal psychic, paranormal, and spiritual experiences and my detailed notes about them.  This is what I was working on the day I psychically knew I'd find the brand new box of plastic page protectors at the thrift store.  Those sure came in handy!  Now my notes are in chronological order, in binders, and preserved.  When I get around to it I'll add colored sticky note tabs to coordinate similar-type experiences for easy reference.

I put them up in the closet just to get things off my floor.  Not such a handsome-looking collection but I know what it means to me and that's what matters.  I've put a lot of hard work into my psychic development project over the last few years and the tediously detailed notes I keep are what have gotten me this far.

I think it's really important to keep track on paper of your experiences if you want to grow in your knowledge and abilities.  I don't study this because I want to be a psychic; in fact I don't want to be one.  I don't want to give readings for others.  My passion is in learning how it works and teaching others who are interested.  And it's not about knowing the future, but about knowing who we are and where we come from, and that we really do create our reality.  I began doing this because I know I've had psychic experiences my entire life, seemingly random, and I wanted to find a reason for them.  I wanted to know why they happen and how it works.  That's all.  It's too fascinating a phenomena not to want to study it as much as possible.

I pride myself on my honesty.  But then again, I'm a Libra.  If you know me, you know not to be dishonest with me.  But then I see people being just as dishonest to themselves as they are to others, probably more so.  You see, if you can lie to yourself you can much more easily make others believe you.  I like to think that  learning about your own natural psychic ability and spiritual nature would make people much more honest with themselves.  I guess that's why I took the picture.  I'm humbled by my experiences.

I didn't even think about putting my notes in matching binders or typing up neat labels.  Instead just threw them together to get the years of piles of papers off my floor, to preserve them better, so I could flip through them when necessary to help my studies, and I just hurriedly wrote out some labels to slap on the sides.  Not too fancy is it.  My only intention was preservation and pride, not to give myself an image or a label.  Not to impress anybody.  And certainly not to lie to myself.  I still remember where I started and the hard road it took for me to get here.  If something's made it into those binders then it's pretty important to me.  I'm proud of my collection because I know what it means.

I took the picture to remind myself how hard I've worked and how far I've come.  When I began my project I was afraid that I wouldn't have enough material to write my second book.  Now I have more than I know what to do with.  But I'm not going for quantity, I'm going for quality.  I want people who read my book to learn something from me.  And I guess I just want to say it in a way which shows I really know what I'm talking about.  That's how passionate I am.

BOOK EXCERPT FROM "THE PSYCHIC DEVELOPMENT PROJECT"

I was filling the coffee pot with water while staring out the window and watching a squirrel.  I decided to shake things up this time and started yelling "4!" over and over in my mind until the urge to stop yelled back.  I stopped the water and set the pot down to settle the water.  No surprise; it was precisely on the 4-cup mark, for the millionth time. 

Yelling "4!" in my mind was pretty creative, and I surprised myself when I did it.  Most of the credit had to be given to the fact that I was in a bad mood.  Yelling at something, even in my mind, was a product of my mood, and the coffee water was a safe target. And it kind of made me laugh at myself.  I wasn't really mad, but I was fed up with how easy it was for me to apply psychic ability to trivial things and little tests.  Why about bigger things?  How hard is it to open up psychic awareness for real life situations?  I appreciated that I had become so good at this simple use of psychic ability that I could now take it for granted.  But it made me think, I really need to be creating new ways of using and testing my ability.  Little tricks and tests were becoming way too easy for me.  I needed something more challenging. 

Little tricks like testing my psychic ability to tell me when the water level was exactly where I wanted it to be without looking or guessing were great practice.  I hit the mark every time, no matter how fast or slow the water ran.   And I wasn't counting or doing anything else to time the running water.  It didn’t matter what I used to “turn on” my psychic perception, it worked every time I applied my intention of doing so.  These little daily tests were becoming insignificant to me.  Still amazing, yes, but I needed to figure out more important uses for applying intention for psychic perception.  The coffee water had only been a test, one of many.  I'd use anything I could to practice my psychic ability on because, after all, being right wasn't my goal.  My goal was solely to learn in what ways my psychic senses could bring me information that wasn't coming to me through any of my other normal senses.  The easiness of my simple tests summed it up perfectly….all I needed was the intention of information through psychic awareness, and opening up the channel to receive it.  It didn’t matter to me how the information was conveyed, so long as I noticed it.  Whatever manner the information came to me, I accepted as a direct response to my intention. 

For instance, with the test of the running water, my intention was to hit the 4-cup mark perfectly on the line.  So sometimes the urge to stop the running water felt like the gesture of someone putting their hand up in the air, palm facing outward, the way a policeman does while directing traffic.  Sometimes the urge to stop felt like the feeling of rushing forward and suddenly coming to a halt.  Sometimes I'd choose something to stare at and wait for the feeling of my consciousness zeroing in on the object so acutely as if I were about to have an out-of-body experience.  In this morning's case, the urge simply felt like the feeling of someone yelling "stop."  It wasn't lost on me that my yelling was responded to with yelling.  I was the creator of my experience, and I was the creator of my Guidance.  My psychic guidance was given to me from me, just me in another perspective.  How could I use this concept to create more challenging experiences for my project? 

I stood there finishing making my coffee while contemplating all of this.  I knew that the signals I'd receive if I continue to focus my efforts at practice on the coffee water were quite possibly endless.  Or perhaps I'd grow accustom to one or two more than others and my own preferences would establish themselves.  But my goal in developing psychic ability wasn't to use it on the coffee water.  It was time for me to broaden my targets of practice once again. 

I thought to myself that most of my practice targets were related to things I was doing on purpose.  And the idea struck me that it would be intriguing to focus on opening psychic awareness in a more general sense, still related to what I was doing but without purposely having a known target and specific goal.  How could I do that?  It would be neat if I could just go about my day as usual but with an open frame of mind for receiving psychic awareness as necessary or beneficial to me, without me purposely targeting psychic awareness in the moment.     

Trying to come up with new and challenging ways of using, testing, and developing psychic ability was a challenge in itself.  I was kind of getting bored with just manipulating my abilities to tell me the results I wanted.  I wanted to use it for much more than that.  And it wasn't just a matter of manipulating my focus of awareness to see what lies ahead.  In a way, I wanted to combine the two.  So I had to ask myself, How can I get what I want without setting out for a specific goal or target?  How can I use my ability to not only receive a specific piece of information that can verify that my psychic perception is real and trustworthy, but also have it give me something that comes into my awareness based on what I am thinking, feeling, or doing naturally without having to force a specific target or goal in mind? 

I decided that today I'd just go with the flow of my feelings and thoughts, doing whatever I felt like at the moment the way a child plays, moving from one curiosity to another.  I set my intention to move the clutter of thinking and planning aside, and instead create an open-to-receiving, mindless state of being with the idea that I'd receive psychic awareness about my future events related to me that were helpful or beneficial but not something I specifically decided to target. 

Whew.  Does that sound complicated enough?  I honestly didn't even think I'd end up with any results, but I did. 

Standing in the middle of my kitchen, eyes closed, I let go of the feelings and thoughts which were causing me to feel emotional.  I let go of my typical impulse to plan out the chores and errands that I'd normally focus on.  I focused all my attention and awareness just on the present moment.  I raised my mood with some loving thoughts and asked myself what I felt like doing.  And then I did it.

I played Plants vs Zombies on the computer, ate the leftover bacon, washed dishes, polished all my glassware, and then began cleaning the kitchen counters.  I mindlessly stayed in the present moment of what I was doing without thinking about past or future events, worries, or emotions.  My next urge was to re-arrange my kitchen countertops.  I surveyed the space and studied my options.  Not much to work with.  But I considered that if I had another big glass vase like the one housing my ladles, then I could get those odd-shaped things out of my drawers, like the strainer, the meat hammer, the potato masher, and all those tall meat skewers.

Then the psychic thought came into my head, “If you go to the Good Will store, you’ll find an identical vase.”  I was skeptical, but couldn’t ignore the thought that had popped into my head.  It was an exciting feeling.  Would I really find an identical vase to the one I already have or was this just wishful thinking?  I was reluctant to allow myself to go on a little shopping spree especially since I'd just spent over $900 getting my car fixed.  I kept note of the idea in the back of my mind but decided to hold off on going shopping.

I then poured myself some coffee and sat down on the couch to watch television.  Nothing really interesting was on but a 10-minute workout infomercial caught my eye.  I sat and watched the entire thing, already convinced that I just had to have it but unwilling to justify spending $120 on the DVD's, recipes, and resistance bands.  I got up and moved the corner table out of the way and tried doing some of the exercises I'd seen.  It was hard to remember how to do them, and I didn't have one of those resistance bands.  Then I thought about the Good Will store and how if I went there for the glass vase maybe I'd be lucky enough to find a workout DVD.  The psychic thought came to me, “You won't find a DVD but you will find a good resistance band.”  Ok, now it was really getting exciting, and I had to try and curb my impulse to hop in the car and go.  I decided to hold that thought and really let it sink in.  Maybe this was all just wishful thinking and an excuse to go shopping in order to cheer myself up for the sad mood I'd been in lately.  I didn't want to give in to bad habits, especially when money was going to be tight for a little while.

I put the table back and went to take my shower for the day.  I decided that after my shower I'd work on putting my psychic development notes and book notes in order and into plastic page protectors so that I could file them into binders.  It was more than a year's worth of paperwork but it really needed to be done in order to make for easier organization of my psychic experiences.  But after doing my hair and getting dressed the mood struck me again for listening to my Guidance and heading to the Good Will store.  So I did.

Just as I reached the parking lot a psychic feeling hit me....that I was going to find a brand new box of those plastic page protectors.  Now that was hard to believe!  This had to be wishful thinking.   Why would there be brand new page protectors at the Good Will store??  I parked the car and went inside.  No workout DVDs whatsoever.  I moseyed around the corner of the aisle and found a nice 3-inch, 3-ring binder filled with brand new page protectors, and underneath it was a brand new box of 100 of them.  Wow!  That was quite a lucky find.  I made a beeline for the exercise and sports section of the store knowing that the resistance band I wanted just had to be there.  But I didn't see one.  Hmm.  I was so sure I had felt it would be there.  I decided to walk over to the section with all the vases and glassware and quickly scanned the shelves.  There on the top in the back row was the vase that was identical to the one in my kitchen. And there was only one like it.  Wow, that was pretty unbelievable.  I’d found two of the three things I was certain would be here. I decided to give it another shot at looking for that resistance band that I was so certain my Guidance had told me I would find.  And there it was, on the same shelf I had just looked at a few minutes earlier, staring right at me.  During the time I was looking for my vase someone must have put the resistance band here.  I quickly grabbed it and gave it a good look.  Perfect condition and the perfect size for me.  I had to give myself credit for finally developing my intuition to a workable, successful ability.

On any given day you can’t just find three uniquely specific things at the Good Will store.  It wasn’t coincidence.  It was Guidance. 

I believe we all get these guided suggestions on a regular basis, but most of the time we’re usually too busy to notice.  Or we quickly throw them out and call it wishful thinking.  We allow logical thinking to talk us out of listening to it instead of listening to our “gut”.  Most of the time those gut feelings are a way our Guidance is trying to get our attention.  If you notice, the way I received my “gut” feelings in this experience was having those psychic suggestions come into my mind literally as if spoken to me.  It’s always in second person, telling me “You will…”  I don’t think to myself in second person.  If I plan on doing something, the thought is like, “I think I should run a load of laundry.”  Or, “I wonder what I should make for dinner tonight.” 

From the looks of my progression of psychic experiences over the years, I can see that in the beginning I wasn’t getting the direct guided-thought kind of experiences.  I was getting inspiration or ideas, or gut feelings, or coincidences.  Like maybe, instead of the direct suggestions to go to the Good Will store I might instead have ended up going there for another reason.  Say perhaps while visiting my mom she might have wanted to stop there.  And while there I might have accidentally come across those very things.  And while coming across them I would feel myself thinking, “Wow, that’s neat.  I was just thinking about wanting to do some exercises with a resistance band.  Maybe I should get this one.”  Or, “There’s a vase that’s identical to the one in my kitchen.  That’s funny.  I should get it because it would not only match the one I already have but it would help me clean up some clutter.”  Or, “Wow, a box of brand new page protectors!  What a great find.  I certainly can use them, and it’s a fraction of what I’d pay in a retail store.”  I’d be happy for the lucky finds, and enjoy that “what a coincidence” feeling.  But I’d probably not have put two and two together and realized that I was guided to finding them. 

It has taken me several years to learn how to put two and two together.  And in that process I’ve seen the way my psychic coincidences, ideas, and nudges, have turned into full-blown visions, feelings, and words, being given to me seemingly from someone else!  Sometimes in the form of The Voice which sounds like someone speaking directly into my ear.  I think these are truly special and incredible experiences, and I’m grateful for them.  But I don’t think they are only for special or select people.  I really do believe that everyone has basic psychic ability and experiences, but developing your senses and skill is something you have to work on and want to work on.  There are genuinely some who are born so gifted that it just comes naturally.  But I’ve heard some of those people say, “What I do is a gift.  I don’t know how I do it.”  Well, I want to make people aware that the average person can do it too.  I want to tell you that you can have these gifts too.  Your senses of perception are what you make them.  If you want to have better eyesight you can wear glasses.  If you want to hear better you can wear hearing aids.  If you want to work on your health and strength, you can do things to improve them.  Well why not improve your psychic senses of perception?  What do you want to use them for if you could?  What do you think you’ll gain or learn from doing so?  How will it change you or your beliefs about reality? 

USED BOOK SALE...ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!

I heard about the used book sale at the library and planned on going.  I was looking forward to it until the morning of, when for some strange reason I found myself obsessing over it.  What had been something I was excited about for the past three weeks had suddenly turned into an anxiety-ridden thought, and I almost felt like there was a reason I shouldn't go.  Should I arrive early but wait in the car, or wait at the doors?  Should I carry with me the books I need to return and do that first when the doors open, or do it after I've already browsed the book sale?  Would it be better to be there first thing, or go later instead?  I didn't know why I was feeling anxiety.  I knew it wouldn't be a large book sale, being held in the small meeting room of the library.  Perhaps my anxiety was only due to the fact that I'd be disappointed over not finding anything I wanted.  I psychically scanned to see if that was going to be the culprit, but it didn't seem so.  My anxiety seemed to be coming from other people, as if I were feeling protective of something.

I arrive just ten minutes before the doors open and I see a very long line of people at one of the library's two front doors.  In typical human behavioral fashion, I stand at the end of the line even though I have no idea why there's a line in the first place.  I notice that most everyone has either one or two cardboard boxes or several large tote bags, and it doesn't take me long to realize that the reason for my apprehension and anxiety was due to the fact that this crowd who'd beat me here to the book sale wasn't here for the same reasons I was.  I was merely looking forward to taking my time browsing the books, reading the backs of many, and selecting only those that captured my interest.  Everyone else was here to shove as many books into their boxes and bags as they could for the sake of turning around and selling them at a higher price somewhere else.  Ugh.

I was instantly annoyed at this realization although pleased to solve the mystery of this morning's unusual anxiety.  The aggravating feeling I'd been sensing in my energy, I now knew, was because of all these people who'd also been excitedly planning on coming to the book sale, and their intention and my intention were definitely not in alignment.

The line kept forming long past me.  Of the two men directly behind me, the middle-aged one using walking canes that could barely help him ambulate was doing most of the talking between him and his younger buddy who didn't seem as gung ho to be there.  For the next several minutes he gave his buddy the detailed skinny of the art of used book selling with such haughtiness you'd think he'd invented it himself, which made me wonder why his younger friend didn't already know all this since they drove together.  Was he this guy's son and Pops was teaching him the family biz?

He pointed out that so-and-so was at the front of the line, and then ironically, so-and-so just happened to turn and notice them and began walking toward us.  "Are you here to find your fortune?" the (what's a nice way of saying crippled?) man called out to him cheerily, to which he replied he was doing the usual, just scouting out the sales.

Then ensued a brief monologue from annoying crippled cane guy (yeah, I'm not being nice anymore) about how such a small book sale sure had brought out a big crowd, but that's what happens when there are so few book sales this time of year until the bigger ones come in the summer, and how no one thinks spending four hours on the road is worth their while going down to the Springs on the chance they might not find enough bargains.  "I don't mind spending $300 if I know I'll make it back eventually and it stocks up my supplies for the long term, but I'll only do it if I think it's worth the effort."  The man from the front of the line was cordial, nodded and agreed, and then went back to the head of the line.  Then, to someone else in line, the gregarious man with the canes called out and uncreatively repeated, "Are you here to find your fortune?"  The other book dealer came over and shook his hand and then less enthusiastically replied "no" because he didn't expect to find anything good at such a small book sale.   But he requested that if they saw any art history books, could they grab them for him.  And after he went back to his spot in line, the man with the canes who was still talking nonstop said to his buddy, "Do you think all these people are finally catching on to what we've been doing for years?"  (Ok, at this point I wanted to grab one of his canes and beat his smug arrogance with it).

It took all the strength I had not to turn around and ask if it had ever occurred to them that some people just like to go and browse books, hoping to find something interesting to read because not everyone is a here to buy books to make a profit?  I was genuinely irritated to the point of shaking my head and biting my tongue so as not to say something to these guys.  I knew it wouldn't do any good.  By the looks of half the people in line dealing books was obviously what a lot of people do, but I felt sorry for the rest of us who had been naively excited about a little used book sale!

Once we got inside, I was also feeling sorry for the young mom who had her newborn in a stroller.  And the mom who had brought her preschooler.  And the much older man with one eye who had come only because his wife wanted to.  Once we were inside I saw why everyone had lined up outside.  The room was so small that it had an occupancy sign that said 73, and someone was clicking a counting device as we filed in.  Not everyone got in.

It was literally wall to wall people, save for the space being taken up by tables.  This was no fun at all.  I wasn't able to stand there reading each title and picking up books to read the jacket, let alone kneel down to go through the boxes of books underneath each table.

I was trying to move with the flow of the crowd and find a spot near a table (hard to do since I had to have my purse in front of me instead of behind me because every time someone passing me bumped into it, it almost knocked me backwards) but then someone stepped on my heel, suddenly freeing my foot from my shoe mid-motion of a step which nearly sent me airborne.  Had I not caught myself I wouldn't have gone far.  The nearest person to catch me was only 9 cm away.

The one-eyed man was lucky for being so tall.  He was able to stand in one spot and see over people's heads, but I had to systematically alternate between standing on my tippy-toes or leaning over to stick my head in between two other heads.

The young mother with the big baby stroller wasn't fazed, although I could tell that if she had known what this was going to be like she would not have brought her baby or the stroller with her.  But it wasn't until another woman carrying an armload of books tripped over one of the stroller's wheels that she decided to leave.  The load of books came directly down over the baby, whose mother fortunately caught them and shoved the books back into the other woman's arms.  The young mother didn't say a word but gave her a look that said "I so would have smacked the hell out of you if those books had hit my baby."  The other woman didn't say a word either but looked like she was thinking, "Wow that was close but it wasn't my fault."

This is too crazy, I thought.  I abandoned my hopes of a fun day of used book browsing for myself and decided to see if I could just get something for my daughter and get the heck out of there.  Abby had told me that if I saw any of the Hunger Games books to please get them for her, which I promised to do and to which I added that I'd channel my inner Abby and get her anything else I thought she'd like.  So I was determined not to leave this madhouse without at least something.

I managed to stand on my tippy-toes and found that the Teen section was all the way across the room, in the corner.  No one else was over there.  I squeezed myself through the crowd to the corner and immediately found the first two books to the Hunger Games series.  (Yay!  Small victory!)  I also grabbed Abby a couple other books I thought she might like.  I took the same way back through while worming my way to the front and bumped into the side of the tall, one-eyed man.  He was still standing in the same place he was before.  He reached his arm out around my head, so that my face was now in his armpit, and he grabbed his wife's arm and said, "C'mon, we're leaving!"  He was not happy.

I finally paid and left.  Later after school I brought Abby back as I assumed there wouldn't be a crown then, but much of the selection was gone.

As much as I love books, that's not something I'm going to do again.  I felt sorry for the older people in this community.  Coming to a used book sale where a book is a dollar is right up their alley; searching for books to buy on line from these vultures who jack up the price isn't.  Browsing shelves of books, seeing old ones you know or new ones you don't know, it's all part of the fun I was expecting to have until I found out it's been ruined by people taking advantage of an old and outdated pastime! I'm glad the library makes money that way, I know they need it, but I wished there was a way they could stop the vultures and just let people enjoy themselves.  Then again, that's what the library is for.  (Except for me.  The three-week checkout isn't enough time and I always have to recheck my books out.  Plus, books hold energy.  If I enjoy reading a book I also enjoy the energy I felt while reading it, and so I want to keep it.  Is that just me??)  After I left I happened to run into Mom, who'd just checked out some books.

"What's going on over there?" she asked me.  I told her about the vultures but that at least I got some books for Abby, and she said she just wanted to check out some books before the big snow storm heading our way tomorrow.  Mom said she doesn't like buying books, where would she put them all?  That made me chuckle.  I happen to love buying and having books.  I'll never get one of those electronic book readers.  Holding a book and turning the pages, there's just something about it. My favorites are those trade paperbacks, the soft cover books that are larger than the old pocket paperbacks, because they're easier to hold.  And books smell good too, you know?  They have that book smell that I love so much.

Well, there are still a couple good places I go to get good used books that isn't on line, where there are no vultures, and where I can stand browsing and reading book covers and taking my time.  And I'm not telling where they are.

HOW DO YOU PERCEIVE?

What do you consider a sign?  How would you recognize or psychically sense an energy presence?  Do you believe that spirits interfere with technology to get our attention, especially when we are thinking about them? 

Last night in a conversation with my sister-in-law on the phone long distance, we got on the subject of ghosts.  Not a big surprise.  If you’re around me, that’s typically what the conversation will eventually turn to.  But I’m also not surprised that my family has all had their fair share of paranormal encounters as well.  Every now and then we retell our stories.

I was relating to my sister-in-law, Sonya, my recent experience of the cold mass energy that I experienced in my backyard.  She asked what I thought it was but I had no idea really.  “Maybe the way I experienced it is just the way that I experience ghosts, spirits, and energy,” I said.  She wondered, though, why I felt it actually bump into me rather than the sensation of going through me.  Our discussion led us to believe that we just each have different ways of experiencing things and that it’s different for all of us.  Sonya said she typically experiences the fragrance of flowers when there’s a presence.  

Wouldn’t it be nice to just know more, know what or who it really is, rather than just be able to report the details of the experience?  It’s fun to have paranormal experiences, but it would be great to know exactly what’s being experienced.  Sonya asked if I write down all my experiences.  I said yeah, I do.  I write down the date, time, what I was doing, what I was thinking, feeling, etc.  I just write as many details as I can think of.  Sometimes it’s all I can do to help me learn more about a phenomena and how I sense what I’m able to.

Telling Sonya of my experience of the spirit energy encounter in my backyard reminded me back to many years ago when I was visiting Sonya at her apartment.  Must be nearly 20 years ago.  She was standing in the kitchen getting a snack for my nephew when I got up to walk into the kitchen too.  Suddenly I was stopped by a loud, roaring noise passing my head and the feeling of a strong wind rushing toward me, hitting me in the face.  It was so strong and unexpected that I naturally closed my eyes.  Even felt my hair being blown back.  A moment later when I opened my eyes, I said, “Whoa, what was that?”  Sonya hadn’t experienced anything, hadn’t even heard the loud, roaring noise. 

On the phone she said, “Maybe the thing you felt in the apartment and the thing in your backyard are spirits attached to a place, the area.” 

“Or maybe it has to do with me, a spirit just trying to get my attention because I’m able to sense things,” I said. 

Back then, at the apartment, Sonya and my brother had several paranormal experiences themselves.  I lived in one of the nearby apartments in the same complex with my now-ex.  This had been before we were married.  Reminiscing about way back then reminded Sonya of one of the most intense ghostly visits she’d ever had.  A friend of ours who was in the army with my brother had a younger sister named Katie who died just 9 days after my wedding day.  She was only 19, and while in a Westernaires show fell off her horse and was killed instantly but was continued to be dragged for several minutes before anyone could get to her.  It was a horrible tragedy.  We were all so struck by it, but I can’t imagine what our friend, her older brother, was going through. 

In my conversation with Sonya on the phone, she recounted to me that a couple days after the accident she had a visit from Katie.  She described brushing her teeth and then suddenly feeling the temperature in the room suddenly dropping even though it was July.  Then suddenly thinking of our friend’s sister even though she knew it wasn’t her own thought.  “It was just like she was there,” she said.  Sonya ran out to the living room, then ran into the bedroom to wake my brother.  But she said it was like something was keeping him asleep.  Normally he awakens so easily but she just couldn’t wake him.  Then she felt our friend’s sister suddenly communicating to her, “but it was like all this information coming to me so fast, all at once.” 

I told her, “In my experience, I call that ‘getting a download’,” and Sonya laughed and said, “Oh yeah, I was getting a download all right, big time!” 

She described the feeling of her interpretation of what she was getting, being that our friend’s sister wanted everyone to know she was all right and that she was happy.  She didn’t want anyone to worry about her.  Sonya then described an overwhelming feeling of being told to just lie down and sleep now, which she did.  I asked Sonya to tell me again exactly what she experienced, what exactly she’d  received in the message.

And that’s when my cell phone suddenly went static.  I could tell that Sonya was speaking but I couldn’t hear what she was saying.  I interrupted by saying, “Sonya, I can’t hear you.  Can you hear me?”  I waited.  Then went into the house, trying to find a spot that might make it clear up.  Still static.  After a couple minutes I could hear her say clearly, “Can you hear me now?” 

I let her know that I missed her entire response.  She said, “That was weird!  I wasn’t even moving, I’m in the same spot.  I guess she’s letting us know she knows we’re talking about her!”  We both spoke our acknowledgements for her presence in our conversation, and then Sonya was able to repeat what she said.  The message to her that night had been an adamant request to please let her family know that she was happy and at peace, that it was very important that they know that.  Sonya also interpreted the message to mean that Katie had been trying to get through to her family but their grief wasn’t allowing them to feel her presence yet, which was why she was so adamantly making herself known to Sonya.  Sonya confessed she waited several years before telling our friend of the encounter. 

So, was that static interruption a sign that Katie’s spirit was acknowledging her presence as we talked about her?  I think so.  I believe in acknowledging signs wherever you can get them.  It’s the shift in consciousness that really matters, not the sign itself.  I thought about Katie’s message, how death for the departed really does bring peace.  I really do believe that.  It’s just so hard for us here to understand it, when we want so badly to hold onto what we have.  It’s hard to imagine that kind of shift of consciousness upon death, but so comforting to know it exists.

INVISIBLE FLYING MASS

I generally write from a perspective of what I believe my psychic, paranormal, and spiritual experiences mean according to what makes sense to me. I fully accept that there's often more to the picture than I'm aware of, and that's ok. For what I am aware of, I take full responsibility for my beliefs and theories and what I care to share with or teach others about my experiences and as such, if I'm wrong then I'm wrong. However, I won't know what in my belief system of personal life experiences I'm wrong about unless and until something else happens which changes those beliefs. And sometimes, an experience comes along which is so strange that I not only have nothing to compare it to, I also have no idea what to make of it. I'm not one of those people who has to derive some answer or theory for every experience. I go strictly by what I sense and feel in my awareness. And sometimes, something is just strange and paranormal with no explanation at all.

 I've learned from previous experiences the way in which our minds can sometimes create paranormal activity. If we are interested in something, that spark of energy created by the conscious mind will have the effect of bringing more of the same energy into our awareness. And, the more energy you consciously expend on a particular topic, the more that very topic will appear in your experience of life. We seem to transmit or create that which we think most deeply consciously about. Another phenomenon of the power of our consciousness reaches so deep into the core of our being we aren't even aware of its presence. It has to do with what we allow ourselves to believe is possible or not possible. They are not conscious beliefs but instead lie deep within the core of the identity of our being. If one of those beliefs is challenged, the consequences are a direct experience in one's physical life to give the experiencer the opportunity to judge for himself what he wishes to continue to believe. Our belief structure is continuously tested this way, for what other better way to learn, alter, or expand one's own consciousness if not for direct experience with which to make a conscious decision?

 Any time I really get interested in a subject, particularly if I'm poring over it, reading what others have experienced and what they tend to believe and theorize, that's when my own experiences really start happening. Many of my psychic, paranormal, and spiritual experiences have patterns and constructs which I never have to question or challenge. But my list of odd ones for which I have no explanation is growing.

My latest weird experience of the paranormal occurred a few days ago. The only trigger I can attribute to challenging my consciousness was an email which had been sent to me a few days prior. It's topic was about elementals, fairies, and other nature energies. The sender appropriately introduced the subject matter with the caveat, "Some will see this as fantasy, BS, and a challenge to their reality.” I laughed because I knew right away I was amongst that group. I skimmed the email but found nothing of interest to me. I simply don't want to waste my time and energy on things I have no use for, no interest in, no experience with, and no understanding of. If something doesn't fall into one of those categories for me, it's a waste of my time. I'm pretty picky about what I choose to focus my conscious awareness on.

But a few days later while enjoying the morning home from work, I became interested in having fun with the squirrels in my backyard. I sometimes pay more attention to them than I have been lately but this morning I really wanted to create some activity outside. I have several bird feeders set up, and of course my handmade squirrel feeder. I take great delight in supplying the squirrel feeder with various treats and then watching the squirrels scamper from all directions. They've been used to the homemade squirrel feeder for a few years now, and on the occasions when I neglect to put food out there for them, the squirrels do a run-by along the top of the fence, stopping for a second to peek in, see nothing's there, and scurry along their way. I doubt that the food I provide is saving any lives out there. Those crafty squirrels have plenty of marks to hit if mine happens to be empty. We call the fence line their freeway because of how fast they run their errands along it. When my neighbor behind me took down the fence to repair and replace it, he was nice enough to let me know he'd re-attach my squirrel feeder "or whatever it is" when he was done. I thanked him, not at all embarrassed about my homemade contraption. It isn't the most sophisticated of things but it serves its purpose nicely, made simply from a milk crate and bungee cords, with a large ceramic-pot drain plate for the food, and on bad-weather days shingles (which have blown off my roof) cover the top and sides of the crate to keep the food dry. On good-weather days I take off the shingles to give more view during those speeding drive-by's. I wouldn't want to make the squirrels go out of their way only to find there's nothing on the plate that day.

This particular morning I was setting out sliced apples and leftover hotdog buns. One squirrel was dangling from my duck-shaped bird feeder and scurried up into the tree as I approached. Another who was on the ground eating from a dish of sunflower seeds became startled and scampered up the fence post and sped off on the freeway. I know they watch me from the big evergreen tree to see what I'm doing. I once came upon a squirrel who was more interested in eating than in being frightened, and he refused to move while I filled the plate. He even allowed me to hand him a piece of bread! He took it politely from my fingers and then turned his back to me while he ate.

After I placed the bread and apples on the plate, I felt such a sense of peacefulness because of my enjoyment of it all. I'd been in particularly a good place emotionally lately, able to go with the flow and take life's ups and downs in stride. Not usual for me as I tend to worry or plan ahead more than I'm able to just enjoy the moment. But on this morning, I was definitely enjoying the moment. Perhaps that carefree state of mind is another catapult into strange phenomena. The next thing I knew, I was startled by something I heard right beside me to my left. It was something like a rustling sound and I turned to look. There wasn't anything there. The small ornamental pear tree beside me was still. It hadn't been the wind. It was a very still, peaceful-weather morning. But something had moved as if coming up next to me. I felt as if I were looking someone right in the face. Just then, it moved. I'm not even sure how I know something moved since I couldn't even see anything, but I was aware that I had widened my eyes. And a couple seconds later I was hit in the head by a flying mass of energy that seemed to run into me on purpose. It bounced off me, nicking me in the top of my head with force, the size of my fist. At the point of impact I felt the most freezing cold temperature I'd ever felt. Whatever had hit me was very cold. It hadn't been painful, and I hadn't any sense of fear or malicious intent. In fact, whatever this mass of energy seemed to be, I imagined it was playfully mischievous. My only sensation was that this had been a conscious and deliberate attempt at interacting with me. For what reason, I have no idea. I stood there a few moments more waiting, wondering if something else was going to happen. There had been no breeze. My hair, face, and the rest of my body felt nothing...no wind or change in temperature. The playful clunk in the head I got could have felt like getting tapped with a tennis ball except for the extreme drop in temperature feeling it left on my head. I touched there, felt nothing. The cold feeling quickly vanished.

So, what was this mysterious thing? I still have no beliefs or theories about it. I just chalk it up to another strange phenomenon that I have no explanation for. The one question that intrigues me the most, is how is it possible for a pocket of energy to have mass, to sustain or propel itself mid air, to exist independently of any physical construct, and to contain its own temperature so drastically different from the air around it? For all intents and purposes this thing was invisible, yet by all the laws of physics it really wasn't. It had all the characteristics of a physical object, a conscious being with intent and purpose, yet to my eyes there was nothing there.