As a professional clairvoyant, I see everything around me not only with my outer vision, but also with my inner vision. I tend to think of the world around me as the visible manifestation of energy in motion, because as an energy worker that’s how I perceive it. The concept of subtle energy is not a theoretical one for me. Everything and everyone I see with inner sight is composed of highly interactive energy. This means I’m paying less attention to what your words are, than I am to what your energy field is telling me, and how you’re “vibrating”, as Abraham-Hicks would say.

When I’m looking into your energy field, I’m not thinking “oh, he’s yellow,” or “oh, she’s blue.” It’s my experience that colors change every moment with every thought, more often as your moods do. What I perceive is like a film clip within a layer of the aura that runs along the first few inches from your skin. Different locations show me a different “movie.” Yours fears and concerns make for a more vivid film than do the areas of your life you’re bored with. Kind of like the old black and white movies they’ve colorized – you’re going along in black and white (the oppressed, boring parts of your life) and suddenly you’re in color (your fears, fervent wishes, etc.)    Continue reading →

From Mike Dooley’s Notes From The Universe:  “Do you know what happens the instant I become a brand new “someone”?  You know, the moment I begin to play, grow, and become more than I was, within the jungles of time and space? I feel alone, disconnected, like I’m missing something. Even though I’m none of those things.  And neither are you.”

At Unity of Melbourne today, Rev, Beth Head talked about allowing ourselves to get potbound, and how fragile we can feel as we are moving from one pot to another.  How precarious it can feel as our roots dangle openly in the air and we long to be once again contained in the security of a pot.  Just like Mike Dooley wrote up there, “feeling alone, disconnected, like we’re missing something.”

So now  I am freeing my pot-bound self. My roots have dangled scarily free and now it’s time for the new pot. Am I ready?

Or have I just become aware of how I have grown to fit my little pond?  Is it necessary to jump into a bigger pond in order to grow beyond where I am now?  Or is it enough to simply expand my perception of where I am now, in order to have the expanded experience of where I am now?

So I’ve been entertaining the idea of stepping into a bigger pond.  I thought one step would be to begin looking for another home on a few private wooded acres.  I love where I live now but have been thinking about a change.

I know from past history that I will expand to fill whatever space I find myself in.  Downsizing doesn’t freak me out and expanding doesn’t freak me out.  I know I always seem to somehow make it work, and everything always falls into place synchronistically.

If I want to be more than I am now, I need to give myself space to do that, and be in a space that allows that.  I need to leave a lot of empty, white space for the Universe to delight me with the filling of.  And leaving empty white space extends to my mind, as I begin to envision myself in the new space, in the new life.

I mean, this life is working well, that’s how I can tell I am ready for an upgrade.  I’m too happy and comfortable as things are right now *smile*  Isn’t that always how it works?  Actually, it is.  Because when you’re content, you have no resistance.  And when you release resistance: instant manifestation.

But we have to create the space for it.  We have to provide the environment for it.  Just like in meditation: we have to quiet our mind to provide an empty environment, so Spirit can impress guidance upon us.

I’m feeling guided to prepare myself for repotting.  I’m ready.

When I entered menopause at age 42, I noticed my sleeping patterns beginning to change.  Like everyone else, at first I fought it and tried all sorts of things to keep me asleep for my previous 6-8 hours at a stretch.  If you listen to the tv ads, that’s what’s “normal” and menopause was “interrupting” that natural cycle. I typically have 3-4 hours sleep in a row and then it’s feet on the floor and back to the office.   A recreational sleeper I’m not.    Then I thought, wait, menopause itself is a natural cycle and if I just go with it, instead of fighting it, let me see what my sleeping patterns morph into.  I’m lucky in that I work for myself and can make my own hours, so I began what would be a decade long experiment to find my own natural sleeping pattern.   Continue reading →

11-20-08
This morning I thought I’d get an early start on doing the post office paperwork for tomorrow’s mailing of the December Horizons Magazine.  I did a med lite and my morning yoga, and was at my desk by 6am.  Due to a Sept 08 new rule, I have had to change how Horizons gets mailed each month, and now it has to go via permit, sorted by zone and 3 digit zip, then sacked and taken in to the main post office downtown.  The sacks have to be labeled, the jobs separated by size, and 3 pages of paperwork filled out for each job.

So I thought I’d get a head start by having the printer tell me the weight count on one stack of magazines, then I could do all the paperwork ahead of time.  I began doing all my figuring and was surprised that getting everything done in order to make the calculations to fill in the paperwork took me over 8 hours.  I could not believe it.  I’m exhausted, but at least I have a handle on the forms now and feel familiar with them.  Oh dang, I need to run to the post office and pick up about 40 of their white mail sacks so I don’t have to do it before the mailing tomorrow.

11-14-08
I made the schedule for the 2009 magazine layout.  I basically work on it for 2 weeks, deliver it for a week and then do administrative work for a week.  I do my phone work in the evenings during the 2 weeks I am not doing final layout.  My problem is that I always think of the “administrative work” week as my “free” week.  Free except for the billing, the bookkeeping, updating mailing lists, returning calls, running errands, cleaning the house and catching up on yard work.  So I am always late doing the billing and bookkeeping.  I goof off for a few days thinking they are free, then those run over into the time I have to begin layout and I don’t know where the time went.  The time goes because I am always thinking I have 5 weeks in the month instead of 4.3.

No wonder I don’t get to hang with my buddies…

We have all the time in the world, not a moment to lose

I remember growing up in Hialeah, FL. We lived in a Cuban neighborhood where even the Stop signs said ALTO.  There were 2 water coolers in the Kwik Chek grocery, one for “white”, one for “colored”. My brother and I used to sneak drinks out of the colored one thinking we might start turning brown.  My mom was olive skinned with long black hair and looked very Cuban.  I look just like her except I’m a very beige and blonde version.   There was a big discrimination against the Cubans back then and everyone assumed my mom was Cuban, especially where we lived.  I remember once in the car, we pulled up to a stoplight and the car ahead of us has a bumper sticker that said “Honk if you love Jesus.”  Well, we love Jesus so Mom honks her horn.  The woman in the car flips her the bird and shouts out the window: “F*cking spics can’t wait for the light to change.”  My poor mom was mortified.   Continue reading →

10-22-08
Today I made my seafood chowder

Marinate 1 lb of bay scallops in the juice of 2 lemons
8 cloves fresh garlic chopped and sauteed in
2 tblsp olive oil

Dice and add:

I giant whole leek
1 fat stalk of fennel
I parsnip
2 whole carrots
corn scraped from one raw ear
4 stalks celery

1/2 tsp turmeric
1/2 tsp thyme
1 bay leaf
handful of fresh basil torn up, maybe 20 leaves
7 strands saffron
salt and pepper

Stir until the vegetables soften and reduce, then add:

1 giant can chopped tomatoes
1 small can double strength Campbell’s beef broth + 1 can water

A handful of bay scallops for flavor

Simmer 45 minutes, then add the rest of the scallops.  It’s ready when they are done, 5-8 minutes, but I add them and cook another 30 minutes so they kind of melt into the stock.

I love scallops. I know that many larger scallops are actually shark or ray, but I don’t care, I like the taste of all.

My sailor friend Mark and I moved up here together from Miami in 1983.  It was always interesting going about together because he was blind (2 years into it after a sailing accident), so I would describe to him everything we would be passing, so he could visualize the scene.  We both had the same odd, twisted sense of humor, so you can imagine how much fun it was with me doing the describing.  We’d often eat in seafood restaurants and would conjecture about what the scallops might actually be made of.  I’d describe the ray I’d see flying out of the kitchen, with little heart and star shapes cut out of its wings.  Get it?  Cookie cutter?  Wings?  har har I crack myself up.

Mark married my 4th husband and I, I have the video of him standing there with the giant Chapman Piloting & Seamanship book upside down in his hands as he begins reading off the Miranda warnings (it was a law office crowd I hung with back then).  Then his assistant whispers in his ear, she takes the Chapmans and hands him a PDR instead, also upside down, and the ceremony begins.  Mark is a hoot.  He married another ACLU attorney some 10 years back, we are still good friends.

I have all my post office stuff almost sorted out.  Lots of new rules and procedures for sorting, and forms to fill out and apparently I’m the only job in all of Melbourne to use Bound Printed Matter.  But it’s by far the cheapest rate for mailing the magazines, and they typically get there within 3 days.  Cheaper than a driver would be.

I have two more days to figure it out if I want the mailing to go smoothly.  I have figured it out step by step and have to run down to the main post office and spend 1-2 hours there to have them check it and tell me it’s right so I can move on to the next step.

First I have to sort out 4 separate jobs, because each weight counts as a separate job:

Stacks of 50 (9lbs) * Stacks of 25 (4.5 lbs) * Stacks of 10 * Stacks of 6 mags each

So the four jobs have to be kept separated by weight.

Then I have to sort by zone and fill out on a form how many to each zone.
Then I have to sort by zip code and fill out on a form how many to each 3 digit zip.

I have to put the stacks into big white postal bags, weighing not more than 30 lbs (although the rules say and the bags are marked 70 lb maximum).  If the intake guy says 30 lbs, even if that’s because he doesn’t want to lift 70 lbs, I am gonna do it his way because he’s doing my job for me.  Meaning I have learned it’s unwise to piss off the waiter that is getting ready to bring my dinner to me…

So that’s like only 4 stacks of 50’s in one bag; 7 stacks of 25 in one bag.
If my math is close, that will be 8 bags of 25s and 21 bags of 50s.
Wow that sounds like a whole lot less work than I thought…

I’m lucky in that all but 3 packages of mags go thru the Jacksonville 320 station, which means after sorting by zone and zip, I now will tumble them all into the same sack together.

I finished last night getting my labels resorted to zip code, and practiced filling out the forms.

And of course I’ve been calling the post office since 6am when they “opened” and can’t get anyone to pick up the phone…

I will go down there again if I can’t get them on the phone, and also ask when is the best time to call and come in and what their exact days and hours are for the mail to be brought to them.  I can always come when it’s not their busy time, since I’m the boss.

That’s really the only part I don’t like, is we have to take the job in to the downtown main post office now.  Before, they always came out to the house and picked up the pallet of mags for only $14.75 and took it in to the post office.

9-22-08
Yesterday I made this really good salad.  I didn’t want to have any meat, but I wanted substance, since the salad would be my entire dinner.  So I opened a package of chopped romaine and chopped it even further, then I added some sliced red onion and chopped black olives, tomato and capers.

Then I chopped a giant Golden Yukon potato and cooked it in a nonstick frypan until the pieces were almost crisp.  Halfway through, I added a bunch of drained, cooked garbanzo beans and kept tossing them all together.

At the same time, I sauteed a sliced onion in another pan until it caramelized and that went on top of the potatoes.  If you cook the onion with the potato, the potato will steam instead of saute, and I wanted to trick myself into thinking the potato pieces were meat, so I kept them crisp.

Then just dump the potatoes on top of the salad, then the onions on top of the potatoes, then mix with some olive oil and balsamic vinegar.

Half the people I know are in the process of writing a book that they feel is being channeled through them. Each wants someone else to promote it for them.  We are all vibing in the same place.  We have come forth in a “cluster” as Abraham-Hicks calls it, to find ourselves in a powerful group of people who have truly amazing and inspiring stories to tell.  Maybe 90% of them wait and hope that someone else will discover their brilliance and promote them, so that all they have to do is show up and tell their story.  Wouldn’t that be nice?   That’s not how it works, though.  And they may stay at that stage for 20-30 years before they realize Hey, it’s my story.  Maybe I was just meant to write it for myself, because the writing of it will teach me so many lessons along the way.  That’s what experience taught me. My experience is that when the chanelling starts to flow and we think “Omigosh I HAVE to get this information out there!” that is just the Universe giving us the body chemicals for inspiration, dangling the carrot before us, at a time when we’re still programmed to think that some fame and recognition would be kind of cool.  So the first 10-20 years I thought I was writing for the whole world, then realized it was to help me change me and learn what I needed to know to become who I am now, and keep me on the path to who I can be.   Continue reading →