Today was an odd Father’s Day for sure.  For the past 20 years, I’ve been used to working almost every holiday, because that’s when some of my clients are alone, have the time and most want the appointment.  My own dad died on Father’s Day, but I know we survive in consciousness after the change called death, so it’s not a sad day for me.  For others, it can be a day that is difficult to get through, as is Easter and Christmas and Thanksgiving.  I typically have a half dozen readings scheduled and that’s how my day is spent. Happily spent, I might add, since I enjoy my work.  I enjoy interacting with everyone and I learn from them as well.  I learn about myself as I learn about them.  This Father’s Day I spent relaxing at home, cooking some good food, napping, hanging with the Roomi.  What I learned about myself is that well, I miss working on a day that I know a lot of emotion is in the air, a day I’m used to being available for friends to chat it out if they want to.  Old habits die hard, huh? Hmmm, do workaholics ever really retire?

I always ask people to give me feedback about which psychic readers they would and would not recommend, and why.  This is a letter I received last year.  “I got a reading with Rev DP. The reading left me depressed and angry because of what she told me was on my future and there was no way to change it. I was not not told about death or sickness but stuff  definitely unwelcome in my life. I was told I was going to write a book well I am not a writer or that committed to do such a thing. That my ex husband was very abusive verbally to me and that he was going to leave my life for good very angry and that the relationship with my boyfriend was over for good because he found somebody who was very compatible with but he would not marry her and that such relationship break up was protection from financial difficulties for myself. Instead my boyfriend and this woman were going to have horrible financial problems and one of them was going to move away. And that I was going to meet someone very intelligent with whom I was going to have a very steamy affair and we were going to be very in love with each other but for the meantime I was going to avoid him and that she could see me doing that.

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A few days before the Memorial Day weekend, I felt sad and grieving for no apparent reason. That’s how my spidey sense tells me someone I know is passing.  I learned 2 days later that a dear brother had died.  He was in a lot of pain with a terminal illness, so his passing was a sweet relief.  The day after that, I learned another longtime friend was in the process of leaving her body.  Also terminal and at home with family and Hospice, she was on Day 18 of refusing food and water. Through waves of sadness, I set the prayer chain in motion and sat in meditation to connect with her in spirit, giving permission and spending some final time.  I believe one of the best things we can do for our loved ones is pray for their comfort and easy passing, knowing that once they drop their body they will re-emerge in a place of relief and no pain, of understanding and being intensely alive, supported in every sense, totally content and at peace.  Two hours later, she peacefully passed.

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I’ve learned to stay away from the news, simply because I don’t care to vibrate there.  As a journalist, I recognize the hype.  Journalists, by definition, put information in their own words and make it creative in their own way so it will draw attention.  Personally, my attention is never drawn to doom and gloom.  I’ve learned to be prepared for change.  To pre-pave into my future that I will feel hopeful and have deep faith, belief and expectation then as I do now, so that my happy tomorrows will be there waiting for me, they will take on lives of their own and call ME to THEM.  My attention is drawn by the most hopeful “what if?”  My attention is drawn by demonstrations of unwavering faith in the face of adversity. If, as a journalist, it is my choice as to what I wish to draw the reader’s attention to, then this is it: Continue reading →

Diatomaceous Earth (food grade): bug killer you can eat!   Diatomaceous Earth (often referred to as “DE”) is an off white talc-like powder that is the fossilized remains of marine phytoplankton. When sprinkled on a bug that has an exoskeleton (such as bed bugs, ants or fleas) it gets caught between their little exoskeleton joints. As they move, the diatomaceous earth acts like razor blades and cuts them up. But it doesn’t hurt mammals. We can eat it. We do eat it! It’s in lots of grain based foods because lots of grains are stored with diatomaceous earth to keep the bugs from eating the grain. Continue reading →

According to Wikipedia, “The Impostor Syndrome, sometimes called impostor phenomenon or fraud syndrome is a psychological phenomenon in which people are unable to internalize  their accomplishments.  Despite external evidence of their competence, those with the syndrome remain convinced that they are frauds and do not deserve the success they have achieved. Proof of success is dismissed as luck, timing, or as a result of deceiving others into thinking they are more intelligent and competent than they believe themselves to be.  The Impostor Syndrome, in which competent people find it impossible to believe in their own competence, can be viewed as complementary to the Dunning–Kruger effect, in which incompetent people find it impossible to believe in their own incompetence.”  Interesting. Continue reading →

THE HUMAN DNA IS A BIOLOGICAL INTERNET and superior in many aspects to the artificial one. Russian scientific research directly or indirectly explains phenomena such as clairvoyance, intuition, spontaneous and remote acts of healing, self healing, affirmation techniques, unusual light/auras around people (namely spiritual masters), mind’s influence on weather patterns and much more. In addition, there is evidence for a whole new type of medicine in which DNA can be influenced and reprogrammed by words and frequencies WITHOUT cutting out and replacing single genes. Continue reading →

There are a lot of new projects going on since a friend is helping out.  He organized and rearranged the kitchen and cabinets, pantry and laundry area.  Immediate upgrade! He spent hours fixing the garage door that had stopped working, and another many hours fixing the front window that I’d managed to yank some part out of its housing.  He turned the back porch into a man cave and fixed all the bent aluminum from when the oak tree came down on the porch roof during Hurricane Jeanne in 2004.  He replaced the door handle so it now works and locks. He’s certainly upgraded my life, and not just by being Mr. Fix It, although that’s an unexpected plus. Continue reading →

I’m suddenly sharing space after 15 years of relative monkdom and functional solitude.  It’s been easier than I thought it’d be, although it has thrown my working/sleeping schedule waaay off.  And accelerated my candy consumption for the first month. This has been most helpful since it points out to me patterns of behavior I was unaware I had.  Such as: I know I need quiet time to write.  What I did not know was that I keep a running total in my head of how much quiet and rest I am getting in order to stay energetically recouped.  My keeping track keeps me uptight about it.  I also notice I do things like announcing I don’t want to dialogue while I’m giving thought time to something.  Then if I allow myself to be distracted, I begin the clock (the countdown to sleep) all over again.  Meaning that all the quiet and rest time I’ve intermittedly had is now erased and I have to start over.  Nice mind trick, huh, when I’m trying to wind down and relax?  I do it all the time.  The result is I feel I don’t get much solitude time.  However, I’ve learned I simply need to change my perception that I need anything to be other than it is in order to accomodate me.  Train myself to find the rest and quiet within the chaos that is the world.  Also change my perception of how much sleep I need and how much rest I’m actually getting.

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It’s baaaaack!

I’m glad to see the spidey sense is back and operational after the xanax I’d taken for anxiety in February had dumbed down the intuition to almost non existent.  Last night, I intuited a particular person would make a first time visit this morning and they did.  Last week, I intuited a friend would have an early morning visitor and I called to let him know just as she was knocking on his door.  Life is sure easier this way.