Monday December 1, 2008
This week I’m doing a crash course in learning how to optimize my presence on the world wide web and discovering why it’s advantageous for me to do that.  All of this interesting business stuff I had no clue about!

But, as usually happens for me, I get eased into a new system before I even have time to freak out that changes will have to be made.  Like with Horizons Magazine.  Had someone asked me in 1991 if I’d be publishing a magazine a year later, I wouldn’t have given it a second thought; that would be a no.  If they’d suggested just four years later I’d begin doing Horizons on my own, I would have not thought it possible and didn’t think I’d care to undertake that anyway.

But those things didn’t happen overnight, and I eased into the ideas little by little.  I’d look at it as something I would explore as I felt moved to, since that is how I need to trick myself into getting involved in something new.  I make good income from my psychic readings so I don’t feel pressured to learn something quickly simply to increase income.

So I’m learning about how to get listed in the search engines and how to get traffic to my site.  I’m learning the importance of traffic and the importance of networking sites such as twitter.com, linkedin.com, myspace, facebook and others.

I’m learning about the blog as a tool and was excited to realize I could put out a call in my blog for cover artwork for Horizons, or announce an upcoming contest for tshirt logo design for Horizons Magazine.  Neat!

Thankfully my brother has been easing me into the new technology – I love WordPress! – and so much of what I am learning right now has a familiar ring to it, and I can go back to notes he sent me 12-24 months ago telling me the same thing.

And I thought, here is my brother, obviously on the leading edge of thought, telling me to do something years before everyone else was talking about it.  But since I didn’t understand the gift he was handing me, I didn’t take advantage until 2 years later.  So basically I am holding back his evolution by him having to wait for me to catch up.  Ouch.

Thanks, bro!  I’m getting it now.
100th monkey and all that.

I had driven the back way in (which was good) and as I pulled into the Home Depot parking lot, the force of the wind made me hydroplane for a moment, and the rain was coming down like splashes on the windshield followed by abrupt heavy gusts of wind. It had a sudden loudness to it and I thought, “this must be what it’s like to drive in a hurricane.” I continued into the parking lot and was about to turn down an aisle when I saw the line of maybe 30 shopping carts moving, and moving fast. I saw the line of employees standing outside under the awning watching it all unfold before them.

I sat in the car for a moment wondering if an umbrella would do me any good, I don’t mind getting wet, and I did some prayers for whoever was in the path of the shopping carts and for anyone else in the area that was having weather happening. But then almost as quickly as it came, the winds came down and the rain became normal rain again.

Power was restored about 8:00pm and when I checked my email, my brother told me about the storm so I went to Florida Today online and found the story about the tornado. I thought about the synchronicity.

Had I known there was a tornado in the area, would I have driven up to Home Depot, 3 miles away, to be right in it? No.

Had I not seen the line of shopping carts being moved by the wind, would I have said any prayers at that moment in the location? No. I don’t really do much praying in the parking lot at Home Depot.

So I figure the Universe called me out there under the pretense of buying power strips, to get me on the scene. And it tricked me into praying because it always knows I end with a prayer for my self, my community, my state, my country, all countries, all peoples.

So I felt kind of honored, as though I was the prayer chaplain assigned to take that call and pray on the scene for that storm. Neat. Even if I did have to be tricked into it.

And I think Denise’s mom will listen to her dreams from now on.

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