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Here's what my spiritual team "downloaded" into me:
A dialogue on the Nature of Consciousness, Alternative Spirituality, Paranormal Science, and Psychic Capacity
Not much more to report on this week in regards to working with the “new sight.” Tuesday was the start of a long week of dealing with a sore throat, congestion, headache … You know what I’m getting at: the blahs. Though it could have been worse. Typically when I get a cold, my muscles really ache and my body feels like it’s been knocked around by a freight train. That didn’t happen this time, and I have faired a heck of a lot better than some of my co-workers who were out for three or four days with this.
At any rate, I’m going to take a cue from my good friend Carol Geiler and talk a little about fear. If you haven’t yet, you need to check out her blog for the week, on the fear of being psychic. I have to say, this is probably one of the best blog articles I’ve read on the subject, and there were so many points that I could relate to from my own journey that I decided to scrap my original entry for this week and write a little about them. So, yes, I’m going to reminisce, and hopefully this bit of indulgence will show something as to the nature of spiritual development, namely that at times it can be incredibly uncertain, scary, and yet also the most expansive force in one’s life.
As Carol mentioned, the two main crux objects that produce fear when it comes to dealing with psychic phenomena is judgment and education. For me, I’d have to say the main culprit falls into the judgment arena. It’s one thing to do psychic readings for friends and people who know you, it’s entirely different when you set out to do it for complete strangers. When I first began, I started with friends from my job (which at the time was in downtown Seattle). Friends are easy, because you know they will forgive you and not hold anything against you if it turns out you are wrong in your reading, or conversely, if you’re absolutely right. Friends like to see friends explore, grow, and become greater. Friendship carries with it the sense of comfort from knowing the person, and hence less stress. The fear comes with the introduction of someone you have never met before, because you have no clue as to their orientation: how do they view psychic phenomena? How do they react normally to the strange and unknown? How closed up are they going to be because 1) they don’t know you, and 2) they may have prejudices and their own fears about things psychic. The first year of doing readings for me was a mixture of friends and strangers. However, the strangers were friends-of-my-friends, so there was some connection within the network. When my company laid off nearly two-thirds of the staff (me included), I had to bite the bullet and actually go do a complete non-connected, no-contact stranger.
That wasn’t easy. It was actually sheer terror. Here, Carol talked about such moments as resulting in either facing your fears directly or shutting them down. By this stage, I had done enough readings to know that I had some ability, but knew that if I didn’t keep moving forward, I would never know just how much more I could learn – and who I might be slated to help with whatever I could do. My sense of needing the education, mixed also with a meaning of purpose, helped me push through my fear. But I have to tell you, it was tough. I was an emotional and physical wreck leading up to the reading.
I had placed a simple flyer on a bulletin board in a supermarket advertising free readings. When I got the call, my heart ended up in my throat. On the day of the reading, my head was spinning with thoughts of “What are you doing? Are you crazy? You could potentially look like a total fool! My god, it will be a miracle if you get anything!” Yes, I seriously was terrified. But I also knew if I didn’t go through with it, I would never be able to look at myself in the mirror again. It was one of those things that, had I abandoned it, I would wander through the rest of my life asking the question “What if?”
It’s the “what if” that has propelled me to push through a lot of my fears. I prepared as best I could for that reading: I meditated, I recounted some of the really good “hits” from previous readings with my friends … I could feel my spirit guides pressing me on. When I got into the car to travel to the client’s location, I played soothing meditation music. When I arrived and stepped onto the pavement of the apartment complex, I don’t think I was any less fearful than what I was that morning when I got of bed. But I had made the trip and was going to move ahead so I would never have to ask “What if?”
And good thing I did, otherwise I know I wouldn’t be here right now. The reading lasted 90 minutes and was filled with some wonderful evidential details. My favorite piece of info was that I saw a Native American in my meditation prior to my arrival, and he handed me a book and said it was for the client. My client was not Native American, nor did she have any Native American paraphernalia on display. During the course of the sitting, the spirit showed up again. When I mentioned it, she laughed and told me she just picked up a book a few months earlier to speak a Native American language.
When the reading came to a close, I was on such a wondrous high. On the drive back home, I couldn’t wait to read another stranger.
Of course, time sets in and the further away you get from a reading, the more you get back into your rut. Though this first real “blind” reading was a major success, I still feared doing the next one. And the next one. And the next one. Even now, after having done this for eleven years, there are times I get frightened before doing readings - worried if things are going to work and if I will be seen as a loony, or worse yet, a fraud.
But one thing the course of my development has taught me: timing is everything. Though you may not necessarily believe in yourself, spirit doesn’t push you into something if they know you are not able to do it. For me, I’m a resistor – I push back when my spirit guides tell me to go do something. Again, fear has a lot to do with it. And when this happens, my guides will keep pushing, knowing that I haven’t given up the course, but am just dealing with fear.
This type of “fear in the face of development” all came up again when I had to do my first group reading, which was simply going to be an experiment. Again, I was terrified, but came through.
I could go on, but suffice it to say, fear for me has been a big issue in my work. And for some of you who know me, you might even say it’s held me back; a lot of people were predicting when I first got started over a decade ago how far out into the mainstream I was going to be, as if to say I was going to be the next celebrity psychic. That hasn’t happened, and I have no idea if it ever will or even if that’s where I want to be. But I still do the work because of what it says about the multidimensional nature of our beings, so that’s the force behind my drive these days.
Carol mentioned you could lose friends and family during this journey. Absolutely, and I’m no exception. I didn’t speak or hear from my family for nearly two years after I divorced my ex-wife – something I absolutely had to do because of the incompatibilities in our relationship, and psychic phenomena, though not all of our issues, was certainly a part of it. That event to this day is still the darkest period of my life. When I walked out the door leaving her behind, I prayed to my spirit guides that “they had better be right about this.” Yes, indeed, during my struggle to decide the course of my future leading up to that fateful day, they told me “You have to leave.” This was the true test of my faith, as I left everything behind. I took very little with me. And had to weather the storm of being called “crazy,” and having lost my mind by my family. I only had one or two close friends around me, and I still had to battle every day inside my consciousness for nearly a year that I was doing the right thing. I left my family, a home, a place that at least provided shelter, but never would have given me room to grow and be who I am meant to be. Now when I look back, had I stayed, I most likely never would have moved forward in reading groups; becoming a member of the Ghost Society; and writing a book and being on the radio? Forget about it. Not only that, there would be another very lonely soul in the world trying to find her way – my wife, Heidi. For those of you who see me and Heidi living such a great life, know that it came on the work of some very hard and fearful events.
When you open up to this kind of work, you really can’t objectively close the door and go the other way. For me, shutting down in my earlier years would have been tantamount to death. At the time in my former marriage I was very overweight and fighting for my own sense of self in the world; to have a purpose and a point for my existence and why the relationship was just never working. And, yes, when you come to the threshold of going out into the unknown, as I have done with attempting my first reading with a stranger, or my first group reading, or the extreme measure of ending a marriage, it is extremely terrifying. But again, timing is everything; spirit doesn’t give you something you aren’t prepared for. (I think this is different in comparison to jumping in with both feet when you are being told, on some level, it’s not the right time. Then the question becomes: how do you know the difference between the two? Well, I suppose that could be the topic of another blog.)
With the release of my book, I’m facing a new set of fears. Now I am being exposed to a wider audience – a whole massive slough of strangers throughout the world, as I call in and talk on various radio shows being broadcast over the airwaves and the internet. Feeling vulnerable? You bet. It’s not for the squeamish. But I’ve gotten this far and survived it all … So at least in this endeavor, I feel I have a very good foundation to jumpstart from. And is typical, when the guides told me it was time to write a book, I resisted. Then accepted. And have moved forward.
Yes, there is a fear with being psychic.
Development and evolution, in some respects, isn’t meant to be easy. It’s the challenges that make us grow and become stronger. And I think it’s something we all share.
Thank you to everyone who responded on my last post! I received a lot of great responses via email in addition to the comments on the site.
I focused a little more on this strange new sight this week. And though I didn't walk away with any major new epiphanies as to what it means, I did discover that everything "out there" seems to be permeated with light, or rather is radiating such light or is somehow “encased” within light. Now, this may sound simplistic or somewhat "common" in terms of metaphysical jargon, but it doesn’t appear so simplistic when you start to become aware of this all-pervasive field. Now when I look out at the world, I can at first intuit this omnipresent luminescent ocean, and then upon sensing it, begin to “see” a portion of it. I honestly don’t believe I am peering very deeply into it, but am rather striking only an outer “edge” of it. I also noticed I need to be relaxed in order to really perceive even the small amount I am currently able to witness.
When this “auric radiation” first happened to me a week or so ago, I noticed it as being a glow that appeared to emanate from the objects surrounding me. This week, when I decided to experiment with it, I began to notice it was much more than that. I noticed that even the space between objects had light going through it – light of all different colors blended together. For instance, a few days ago I stared at a white wall that was broken up with three or four pictures. It was my hope to glimpse the picture frames glowing a little “hotter” than just what my normal eyes would see. Instead, I noticed that the wall, though painted white, was not reflecting that plain surface back to me. I was seeing hues of reds, yellows, and even faint bursts of purple.
Out of curiosity, I looked all around me and noticed that the space between all the objects hummed with this mixture of colored light. Even now as I write this at my desk at home, I can look all around and see this mixture dancing everywhere. Again, it is so subtle that if you weren’t paying attention, you wouldn’t even notice it. But now that I’ve been witness to it, it’s very easy to see it between things, but not so simple to catch a living object’s aura.
Huh?
You would think that would be easy, right?
Like everything, this is probably going to take some practice. At the suggestion of one of my readers who has learned to see auras, she said to stare into the forehead of a participant, clear the mind, and then notice what pops into the peripheral vision. Though I didn’t have a human participant this week, I did try this with a plant. I must have focused on that thing for about 2 or 3 minutes. I didn’t see any colors, but I could see a rapidly moving energy field around it. To me, it was slightly murky but mostly transparent, and its movement created a kind of air current that was just on this side of being “visible.” The leaves of the plant were a dark hunter’s green, bordering on the edge of blackness, so maybe it was because of the depth of natural darkness on its surface that made it difficult for me to ascertain any other colors? There were a couple of other plants that I glanced at, and one did appear to show me for a brief second a yellow glow mixed with tiny strips of light blue. Of course, then I wonder: Is the plant glowing a yellowish aura hedging on blue? Or is it glowing yellow and the blue that I’m also seeing is but a mixture of the light-field passing between me and the plant? It can all get very confusing …
Our minds are always looking to latch onto objects when we peer out into the world, in order to identify and give us perspective of what is physically before us in our travels. We wish to see what’s physically ahead of us, and so we peer out and say to ourselves “hallway, with bench at the end; a decorative statue standing alongside.” Very rarely do we ever look, acknowledge the physical constructs, and then ask “but what else is between me and these objects ahead?” It is when I ask that question and watch with detachment and relaxation that this colorful field reveals itself. It’s certainly not that this field all of a sudden blurs vision and makes everything disappear; not at all. But my brain suddenly notices, the air between me and the objects isn’t filled with nothingness, it is rather quite the contrary. It is filled with varying fields of light.
I hope you will challenge yourself to see if you can perceive it. It does require some relaxation and sense of detachment. Don’t get too hung up on whether or not you can do it or will see anything. It’s in that “getting hung up” that you will stifle yourself. No, just relax. Then find an object to look at. You don’t even need to stare intently at it, just notice it. Then ask yourself “what’s in the space between me and this object” and just pay attention.
To me, it’s like a fish swimming in the ocean. Because the fish is so used to its environment and seeing from one object to another – such as to another fish or the sea floor – is it even aware of the water surrounding it? Or does it perceive the water as simply “air” as we perceive our own “air”?
We know that the air between objects is teeming with atoms, molecules, etc. etc. So let us not take for granted that there is nothing between you and the objects you perceive.
Of course, someone could make the argument that perhaps all I’m witnessing is something going on within the construct of my own retina – that I’m not witnessing anything “out there” at all, but rather something within the architecture of the rods and cones that allow for the eyes to see in the first place. At this point, I’d have to say that I cannot rule that out. All the more reason to continue and experiment.
The real test will be if I can start to see colors radiating from the objects, as one does with seeing auras, and if someone else sees the same colors I do. At least through the act of collaboration, there’s a little hope that it’s not just the wackiness of my retinas.
Let me know if you see anything!
Maybe it’s because I’ve been following the events in Japan with passionate interest and my being has been ripe with empathy for the survivors and their woes, or maybe it’s been because so many thousands (if not millions) of others around the planet are being psychically (mentally, soul-fully) mobilized within their own consciousness because of the events overseas and in turbulent Middle Eastern nations … Being “sensitive” and swimming around in all this energy, has maybe affected me in ways I am not familiar with.
All I know is that earlier this week, my sense of “sight” has to some extent changed and I can only think it is a result of deeper sensitivity to the planet and everyone around me.
It was around Wednesday as I was heading back into the office that I suddenly realized I was “seeing” a radiating glow around everything. This aura bursting from the ground, trees, and people was not too incredibly bright or intense, and were it not for the fact that my brain wasn’t preoccupied with some random thought-process, I might have missed it. What was also interesting about the phenomena, these emanations didn’t appear to be light striking my retina, but rather from what I would term my “psychic sense” -- or at least, from the right side of my brain. You know when you wear those funky red/blue 3-D glasses, how the two colors combine in your head to give a somewhat freakish “extra layer” visually to what the outside world looks like? That’s kind of what this was, but oh so subtle. Though I could not detect any colors to the fields, my body was aware that the fields surrounded the objects and I could see them in my mind’s eye superimposed over the images being received by my retinas. At one point, I noted to myself “the dullness of earth suddenly just got brighter.” I was reminded of stories I’ve heard from people who have described the Other Side after a Near Death Experience that everything “glowed with a brightness not seen on earth.”
At this point, it’s certainly not something that has taken over my usual sense of sight. As mentioned earlier, if I had been distracted mentally, I most likely would never have noticed it in the first place. It’s not a distraction, but is definitely a curiosity.
There’s a feeling associated with this newfound view, too. It’s a feeling of commonality, communion, participation. If some of you are wondering whether or not I might be “psychically seeing” radiation infecting the area from Japan’s Fukushima plant, I would have to say “no.” Such radiation was not present in the US earlier this week, nor does the feeling associated with this sight come with a sense of “warning, caution” or other message. My sense of precognition also doesn’t work in the same way this sense of sight appears to. Precognitive events in my experience reveal themselves in quick bursts, like a two second sound bite. This “auric sight,” once I become consciously aware of it, stays with me for the duration of my desire to witness it. Again, since it is so subtle, it is easy to “turn it down” and let it go.
My next step is to test if I can “see” colors coming from the fields. I have a couple friends who can see auras on occasion, so it will be interesting to determine if this is what is happening. If I can “turn the sight down,” is it also possible to “turn it up”?
Or am I simply losing my mind? Hey, we have to leave all options open, right? J
At this point, I have no idea how this has happened. Maybe it’s always been there and I just never noticed? Or maybe it’s because I have been feeling more sensitive in my focus in regards to the planet and all that’s happening? I have a hard time believing it’s occurred simply as a random act; to me, there has to be a trigger.
When it comes to uncovering or dwelling with anything new in the “paranormal” realm, I choose to take it slow and methodical, versus jumping in and getting too dirty (that comes after a certain level of trust). I am going to continue “turning it on, turning it off” and seeing if it just happens to grab me by chance again. When it does happen, though, there is a shift inside my consciousness, not unlike the shift between left-brain and right-brain functioning which I have been getting to know better through various exercises. I’m also curious to see if whether or not it gets “clearer” or more “distinct” in presentation. Like I said, as it stands now, it’s not too intense or vibrant, but it is noticeable. I have recognized it is more “intense” around living things than inanimate objects; though when it first struck me on Wednesday, I could see even cars as appearing brighter than normal.
COULD IT BE RETRO-SUGGESTION?
Wednesday night into early Thursday morning I was struck by a very peculiar dream. In the drama, I was running around a winding parking lot, heading for where I thought was an exit out into the world. When I reached the exit, it had been barricaded. Roaming near the barricades was a wolf. In the dream, I “opened up” and psychically saw a new exit and headed in that direction. When I reached the new opening (which appeared as a one-lane passage), I encountered another wolf; this one a bit larger and scarier than the last. It stepped aside as I approached the new exit. Then it raced towards me as if it were going to bite me. At that point, I woke up. I committed the dream to memory because of its vividness, and for the simple fact that I generally don’t dream about animals, and certainly not wolves.
My meditations this week have been about sending energy to the people of Japan. On Thursday morning after the dream, the course of my meditation morphed into one of my guides informing me that my abilities were going to evolve and heighten a bit more. As is typical with this kind of communication, I acknowledged and honored it, and then did my typical “I’ll believe it when I see it” response, not considering anything about the auric experience from the day before. (I’m surprised my guides haven’t kicked me to the curb for how often I disregard or disbelieve their announcements).
When I came out of the experience, I consulted a couple animal totem books to find the meaning behind “wolf.” Of course there are many traits associated with this powerful animal in terms of group dynamics, but one of the more subjective traits of the wolf totem was its heightened state of senses, many times more than humans. The books declared that these heightened senses from the wolf totem point toward enhanced psychic abilities. An interesting parallel from what my guide told me, I thought. Of course, only time and experience will tell. My guide told me a couple other things, but I’ll keep those to myself to see if they come to pass naturally and organically.
Is it possible the announcement from my guide and the dream of the wolf were powerful enough to begin a new set of circumstances and abilities related to my sight, reaching backward into the past and motivating the optic centers of my brain on Wednesday instead of Thursday? I don’t know, but it’s certainly not out of the question. I was not told exactly what evolution was going to take place with my abilities, only that they would be heightened.
With all that’s going on in the world, I would not be surprised if a good multitude of us gain a heightened sense of awareness and inadvertently develop unforeseen psychic abilities, as it seems we need to continually be on the lookout for social uprisings, political turmoil, devastating earthquakes, and annihilating tsunamis. The closer we inspect these conditions within the context of our consciousness, the more we stretch our senses in an act of self-preservation – of being more aware of our surroundings and attempting with all our senses to glimpse what we can the nature of the future.
In the end, we shall “see” …
Until next time,