I love being up in the middle of the night. I love being up working at the desk, I love being up working on my creative projects, but I especially love being outside in the midnight hours.  There is very little road traffic within hearing range, and my particular neighborhood has no street lights, so the nighttime has a natural feel to it. As long as I turn OFF the outside motion sensors when I am out there, that is 🙂

I like taking a walk when the air is cool and the woods are lit only by the moonlight filtering through the trees.  I stay barefoot at night, so I can tell where on the path I am walking.  In the dark spots, I can tell where to turn when I feel the big oak root under my right foot, and I know that I need to duck two steps later to miss the low hanging branch.  When I feel the gravel, I know to bear left to stay off the path to the garden. When I walk down to the firepit area, I can feel the oak leaves all ruffled up under my feet, and I can hear the armadillos rooting around in them closeby.  I can make out in the dim light the chairs as they are gathered around the circle area and I sit in my favorite one.  The one facing each of the three trails: the human walk and the two woods creature trails. If I sit quietly, all sorts of nocturnal critters will begin their nighttime parade past me.   Continue reading →

A Realistic Personal Ad: SWM in dead-end job seeks dumpy neurotic for mutual psychological torture, tepid sex, and co-dependency.  I enjoy drinking, smoking, pornography, and self-righteous indignation. I can’t stand movies, and the last album I bought was The Marshall Tucker Band’s Greatest Hits.  I have middling intelligence but try to appear smarter by  affecting a world-weary air, memorizing useless facts, and  chuckling at my own mean-spirited, agenda-driven jokes.  I’m 32 but look 40 and feel 60.    You are a whiny, bitter shrew with a misplaced sense of entitlement and unrealistic expectations.  In time you will become coolly hostile when I don’t fulfill every unmet need you’ve ever had.  Bonus points if you just finished screwing every guy in town and but now want to take it slow with me. My perfect night would include getting hammered in a sh*t-hole bar while you flirt with seedy old drunks, followed by an embarrassing screaming match.  I would be open to an unsatisfying fling that leaves me filled with regret and dread but prefer a long-term, soul crushing descent into booze and pills.  No friendships. I don’t need any damn friends. Age unimportant, but I will condescend to women under 30 and rehash mother issues with women over 40.  Serious replies only, please. Continue reading →

Yesterday I had the greatest drive ever to Ocala and Cassadaga.  Yes, I was just there last week but, as I wrote about on May 26th at Pinning Myself In And Getting Myself Out Of it, I had miscalculated and not had enough magazines with me the first time.  Oh, what a grumpy last trip that was!  This time, I’d gotten caught up on work and created the day off for myself.  I thought of it as a vacation day drive rather than a delivery run.  Thinking about it differently made me feel differently about it. Continue reading →

How To Win The Lottery By Visualizing It. Cynthia P. Stafford was a single mother raising five kids. She read books about positive thinking by Divine Science minister Joseph Murphy.  Through Murphy’s teachings of self-healing and visualization, Stafford set her mind on winning $112 million.  She wrote the figure “$112 million” constantly, meditated on it, and imagined how excited she would be once the money finally came into her life. After four months of obsessive focus — the first couple of weeks took considerable discipline, she says — she stopped and let go. “Once you’re in the flow of the energy,” she says, “it’s going to happen.”  And in May 2007, Stafford won $112 million in California’s Mega Millions lottery.  And she’s using it wisely.  “The ones who blew it also said they were going to blow it,” she says. “They said it before it happened. It’s what you believe. They attracted that. We have two choices in life. We can choose to see the best situation in our lives, or bemoan why things are not working.” Continue reading →

Friday May 22 2009.  I went back and read what I blogged May 7th Do I let friends have their own dream, or do I warn them? I thought how judgmental it sounded.  When I’m being judgmental and opinionated is when something raises my emotional ire and, when that happens, I no longer have a clear view.  And I don’t mean something that throws me into a rage, I mean something that catches my attention in a way that makes me feel I need to protect someone from something.  Something that causes in me a feeling of wanting to change circumstances from what they are now to something I find preferable.  I am not an activist by any means.  I bless those who choose that bumpy path.  But I have long felt myself to be somewhat of a voice for those who haven’t found their voice yet.  Those who don’t speak up for themselves.  Those who can’t speak up for themselves.

It’s funny as I say that, that also, as a psychic medium, I give voice for those who have crossed over.  More who can’t speak up for themselves. But I’m talking here about the people I know who are too shy to voice what they want to say to someone.  Mostly for fear of repercussion, fear of backlash for speaking up.  I grew up in a household like that, where everyone was waiting for the axe to fall, at Dad’s mood.  Something I won’t watch 10 seconds of on tv?  A couple or family arguing. Off.  Period, end of story. Continue reading →

The newer, updated post for the below is at On Still Seeking Referrals for Accurate Psychic Readers.  I did a new post to allow comments, since this one did not.  Please go to the above link.

Last May, I posted the following on Facebook:  “Most of you know that I publish Horizons, and have a psychic reading practice as well (see http://horizonsmagazine.com/blog/readings/ .) I’m booked through 2009 and need someone to refer appointments to for psychic readings (not spiritual counseling). Someone who can give accurate, detailed info about what is happening now and predictions for the future. If you know someone (really) real, let me know.”  I got several responses back right away.

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Happy Mother’s Day.  Today is my mom’s birthday.  The photo to the right is mommy and her mom in 1953.  Andrea was also my mother’s name.  She later shortened it to Anne and that is what everyone called her.  Everyone except family.  There, she was still Andrea and I was always called a nickname.  When I got to first grade, the teacher had a hard time getting me to answer to Andrea since I’d never been called that.  I always thought Andrea was such a great name for a dark, exotic beauty like my mom.  I always felt like the beige one around her.  Mom was 5’3″ tall, olive skinned with green eyes and lots of dark, wavy hair.  She wore it halfway down her back all the time I was growing up.  I envied her hair, since mine was whiteblonde, thin and stick straight.  I grew up in a Latino neighborhood and went to public schools where blonde and fair was the exception rather than the rule.  I remember grown men calling out from cars or worksites when I was a teenager “ay rubio!” which means “hey blondie”. I was a typical teenager, wanting to fit in with everyone else, and I envied the dark haired, brown skinned look.  People  always seemed surprised we were mother and daughter.  My mom always seemed like some exotic queen out of a fairy tale, and I adored her completely. Continue reading →

Saturday May 9, 2009. On 3-26-09, I wrote at Organizing My Finances, Script From Think and Grow Rich my script for how much income I wanted to bring in the next month. When I write these scripts, I use a dollar figure that is increasingly more than I typically make.   I just did a tally of the income for that period and sent my brother a copy of the report showing the total.  When I ran it, at first I thought that made me just $188.29 short of my goal and I was excited to be so close.  Then I realized I did not add in the $500 I get for a rental unit I own, which goes into a different account.  So my total for that time period was $311.71 over what I had requested and planned for.  Once again, the process worked like a charm. Continue reading →

To those who write and ask me, this is all I know about the lawsuit between Rhonda Byrne and Esther Hicks or anyone else in the matter of the rights to The Secret:

5-17-08 article $150 million battle to keep The Secret  http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/150-million-battle-to-keep-the-secret/2008/05/17/1210765254572.html

8-23-08 article in The Australian  Could the universe be restoring the balance against Rhonda Byrne, producer of The Secret?  http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/story/0,25197,24223394-5012694,00.html

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Hear Esther Hicks on Oprah here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-E1hZMZWJNY explaining in her own words 

Today is the 33rd anniversary of my brother Bobby’s passing. He was 22 in 1976 when he committed suicide.  I view death differently now.  At the time, he was hanging with a sketchy crowd and I’d had to bail him out of jail for minor offenses.  He had a minimum wage job he enjoyed, and no high school diploma.   He lived with the love of his life, not far from his new daughter. He was going through a lot of things, mental and physical, and apparently it overwhelmed him.  He didn’t talk to anyone about his troubles, so who knows what specific combination of thoughts finally got to him.  Although I felt sadness at the time, I felt mostly relief that we wouldn’t have to worry about him any longer, nor wonder when that middle of the night call would come.  Nor how to tell my parents when it did.  It was something I had never anticipated.   I felt stoked that my heart didn’t feel ripped right out of my body, as it did when my husband died a few years earlier.  I had been meditating and studying yoga philosophy, and viewed each death as a practice in seeing through the illusion.  I began feeling connected to the essence of each loved one who passed and through time, it just seemed both natural and transitory when the bodies fell away- nothing to get upset about.  It is going to happen.  We go to sleep here and wake up there. I will feel blessed when it comes, while eagerly anticipating the next adventure.  That’s the thought I pre-pave for myself.  Continue reading →