Hello Love

Hello, hello, hello. Its been a while since I have communicated with you out there in cyberspace, please accept my sincere apologies as I have fallen in love. Yes! It's true. Cupid has pierced it's arrow into my heart, and with that pierce comes all the excitement and anxiety that accompanies falling in love. The doubts. "Can I do this again." The flutter of my heart anticipating that first kiss, "Will it be good!" Yes! Finally the question everyone asks me when they see me for a session, "Will it last?"

My answer to that or what I am discovering this time around, is the "lasting" is in the effort we put into love. Love must come first from yourself, toward that one love, one relationship with self and one's connection to creator (God). I believe when we love ourselves first, love for another one flows from this place like a fire which we stoke and tend, for them and for ourselves. One of the best things I did for myself this time is I took a five-year break from intimate relationships (for the first time in my life) and learned to love myself first, with all my flaws and vulnerabilities, before I started dating my current boyfriend. In fact I remember precisely one month before I met him I had just finished attending an advanced painting class (where I felt I made great headway with my skills and understanding) a quiet gentle understanding poured over me, "I love you Lorraine."

About one month later I went out on a first date and was at peace enough with myself beforehand to be able to recognize the kindness and understanding that radiated from an enlightened soul that I could partner with. Looking into the deep mirror of self that love brings, being willing to learn from what I see, enjoying the journey. On the back of a motorcycle in my case!

Raven: A.K.A. The Police

To psychics or anyone that works with energy the way we do, our pets are a most precious resource. It is true that they are our familiars, it has been my experience with my cats, as you know from my earlier article about Mojo, my second feline friend.

Mojo has a playful, sensitive energy about him more like my second half. Raven because I rescued him from the street still has those "street smarts" and has more of a warrior type energy to him. I had a different cat who fought off dark energy or warned me, and when he died I distinctly heard Raven say to me, I'll be doing Besito's job from now on. Time has shown this to be an accurate portrayal of Raven.

A peculiar event happened my first evening I moved into the apartment I now live in. I had seen some dark energy moving about the apartment as I moved in but I thought it was just my stress (I hate moving) or coming from my new neighbor downstairs whom I wasn't too fond of. As myself and the cats ensconced ourselves in the bedroom (my only room set up), the dark shape came into the room, Raven stood on all fours, looked at it and left the room. He never does this no matter what he sees so I knew something was there. I was too tired so phoned a trusted colleague and got them to do a remote viewing. Confirming what myself and Raven picked up, there was some kind a ghost in the apartment. I worked with this energy and got it to move on to the light. But it took a month to finally clean the whole place. I found out later from my next door neighbor that someone had hung themselves in my part of the house.

I felt so good that I had cleansed the house and helped that energy move towards peace. Raven always lets me know if there is darkness in my perimeter, where as Mojo shows me whats out of balance in my body as he tends to absorb whatever is affecting me.

Along Came a Spider

This spider was making a home near my back doorway. The wind blew out her web and I await her return. This is my second summer here at my home and both times a spider made her web in this spot near my entryway. Let me tell you a little bit about the spider and why I love her.

First of all being a writer I love her because the spider is the totem animal for writers, the alphabet is said to hang in her web. For many Indigenous nations she represents creation and she is an important figure in the Navajo and Hopi creation legends as spider woman. She is associated with first woman, the spirit woman who weaves all of creation. Spider woman has the dual ability to create and to destroy.

Then the concept of sound enters my mind when I think of being a writer and the power of words, both spoken and written. The universe is thought to have started by many people (both Indigenous people and scientists) by sound; a rattle or the big bang. When ever I look at a spider I am awed by her power. She also represents the mother energy, both nurturing and destructive.

It is know by psychics and healers that creation always begins in the mind. Thought, word, deed is the order of creation and this is law because we all originate from this moment of conception called the big bang. That is why it is so important to be conscious of what we put out into the universe because at some point in time this energy will be mirrored back to you.

The Garden that Never was

Here it is. My garden.

I kind of like the wild mayhem that this garden presents. Some have dared to refer it as weeds! I want to be responsible though and say that I initially planned to do a garden this summer but just never got "around to it". Sigh!

This summer has been a big lesson in focusing my energy, ok so I know it did not happen in my backyard, but it happened in other places and it was wonderful. Being in the present moment. Even though I liked Eckhart Tolle's book "The power of Now" it had one fatal flaw and is the reason why it does not teach this powerful lesson. I found the book too long and philosophical, not really explaining why (in simple terms) it is important to focus our energy or giving techniques to do so.

The easiest way to focus is to concentrate with your full being only to the task you are presented with at hand, even if its brushing your teeth. Try it, its not easy to do on a consistant basis. When you do it feels like magic, especially if you can maintain this for hours. I had that experience this summer as I began to engage with my painting and drawing after a 4 year hiatus. You feel totally engrossed in the moment and lose track of time. Another way to prepare the mind to be more receptive to focusing is meditation. Also the more you learn to focus the better you can meditate. When we learn this important skill we do not waste energy and react to life but live more fully in the flowing energy of life. With the skill of an archer we aim towards the result of the task at hand, then flow fully toward the next task.

Our life becomes a garden we carefully cultivate instead of life molding us to its ups and downs.

"The man who has daily enured himself to the habits of concentrated attention, energetic volition and self-denial in unnessary things will stand like a tower when everything rocks around him and when his softer fellow-mortals are winnowed like chaft in the blast." Henry James

To the Centre of the Labyrinth

In other dimensions there is no such thing as time.

It is possible to extend one's boundary beyond form and time even in this dimension, when we observe our dream becomes our life and our life is our dream. I had a dream last night where I stood at the centre of rings like Saturn's which converged to a point, hovering in outer space. The focal point was presented as if it were a still, calm center, like the eye of a hurricane. The vision remained with me all day, even if what the day initially seemed to present was not ah, as poetic.

Today I walked, bundle buggy rumbling in front of me with two green bags of garbage on my way to the dump at Ted Reeves arena. First I was on enroute to another location (which my neighbor pointed me to) but couldn't find the dump site. So I trundled along, sweating and feeling strange, otherworldly. How can this be possible, I'm trailing around the city with garbage! The workers at the Ted Reeves site told me where to go, not really as they are on strike and have to make it difficult I surmised. I literally got lost in a labyrinth of houses, tree filled dead-ends, curving streets and curious people along the way who guided me to my final destination.

The journey which should have taken me 30 minutes took three hours. I did finally unload my garbage where it should go, but it got me thinking about our process to becoming conscious beings. In order to do that one has to work through one's garbage. The souls evolution has a curious winding and unwinding process to it. Like a journey into and out of the labyrinth.

The Mind's Eye

I believe it is in our minds and hearts that we are most linked to god. In this age where reason seems to rule and everything needs to be proven, even people's most sacred and cherished experiences are being dissected under the critical lens of science. I read recently that a study had been conducted to prove that people's near-death spiritual experiences were nothing more than a certain part of the brain being stimulated. My answer is, "So and why?" Could that not mean the reality that we live from day to day in all its wonder and dreariness. Our capacity to see, smell a beautiful flower, feel love, hate, our memories and our future dreams are also a stimulation of some lobe in the brain. Does it matter?

My question is why does science, when its at its worst, want to diminish the power and beauty of life, of living.

I have included an image of sky and clouds because often I get feelings, impressions, predictions and creative insights from gazing at clouds. Call me flaky. But I think its an important part of being human to imagine and inspire ourselves. I know that my creator wants me to use my brain in this way as well. The logic brain is a good part of us, but our non-rational (which is a ill-used part of the brain) is also an important part. It allows us to fly free from the restraints of our body and our mortal life. I believe that the experiences we have that are sacred and creative to us are just as important if not more so, than what a scientist in a lab might deduce sticking electrodes on a guinea pig's brain. Another idea is, couldn't our science dollars be better spent finding ways to clean our dwindling fresh water supplies? I got that idea today staring at the scales on a goldfish...

Mojo the Magic Cat

The cat pictured on the right is one of my babies Mojo. He's been in my life for just under two years and from the moment I met him he has been a teacher to me. I was first introduced to him in a dream when a small kitten appeared with a nametag in his mouth, Mojo. A friend alerted me to some kittens just six months after losing my beloved Eddy. I wasn't ready for another cat but as soon as I saw little Mojo's face I remembered the dream and quickly made arrangements to adopt him.

What an amazing little cat he is. I live in a long hallway of an apartment and I would be in one end there was Mojo, I walked along a long hallway and there would be Mojo to greet me at the other end without brushing past my legs. Was he popping around inter-dimensionally. I couldn't figure it out. How was he doing that? It became our game as he would do it time and time again. I kept feeling something very mysterious was happening but could not explain it.

One night I was meditating. The cats often come into the room and meditate with me. I believe they love the energy. I have a drawing table right across from where I meditate. As I opened my eyes to come out of my meditation I watched in amazement as a shadowy shape across from me, seated on the table slowly materialized in the form of Mojo, my cat.

So I had my answer, cats are magical, the wierd thing is I feel Mojo is only doing ahead of time (and so easily it seems as if to say look here this is how you do it) what I've begun doing very intensely in menopause. Astral-traveling, sometimes I have such difficulty getting back into my body after a I wake up that I've got to lay down for a few minutes to re-enter the atmosphere like an astronaut or something.

Mojo continues to sleep as pictured above, lick his paws and look at me as if to say, c'mon catch up would ya!!!

Dark Night of the Soul (and a cup o joe)

I think its the simple things in life that get us through the hard times. Part of my spiritual development is when I get accelerated or go through changes with my antenna (psychic gifts or as I like to call them spidey senses) I experience what has been know by spiritual folk from time immemorial as "The Dark Night of the Soul". To put this into very basic terms its what ever you have deemed not ok about yourself (family members who are stuck themselves or society at large may have told you as well some behavior or gift was inappropriate) or quality you might have that you were shamed about. As humans we relegate this to the unconscious. The only problem; it is usually those qualities we have learned not to like about ourselves and to subjugate, that are a more authentic expression of who we are.

If we are growing spiritually, developing our soul, and living our life's purpose here on Earth we must go through these times of cleansing in order to excavate the old outworn ways of being, heal, die to those beliefs and bring in the new. Sometimes if we have been holding back our growth, this can feel very unpleasant and create a great deal of havoc in our lives.

That is why I like to focus on the simple things in life to get through those times. Like for example a good cup of Joe. What you see here in the photo is a cup of coffee in a fav mug and my construction worker's thermos I got for fifty cents at a garage sale. Just seeing these items in the morning and brewing my organic fair trade coffee helps me to get through the worst of the ugly meanies that seem to surface at this time, in order that I can break through and be the beautiful butterfly that I am really meant to be.

Michael Jackson's Untimely Death

The reason my prior post took so long for me to finish writing and upload is because I have be cut open to the core about the mystery and enigma that is the extraordinary musical talent, humanitarian and probably many, many other things to people around the world, Michael Jackson. I do believe humanity has lost a precious and vulnerable soul, a being of light. A truly loving man who gave of himself to a world who loved him, judged him and scrutinized his every move since he was six years old. Imagine that Mr. Jackson has been under the critical lens of the public eye, surrounded by body guards since he was a very young boy. I can not comprehend, along with the emotional and physical abuse he suffered at the hands of his father, how this must have impacted him. Being a survivor of child abuse and domestic violence myself, Michael's passing with all it's bizarre ritual attached to it be it from his family, aids, fans or the press, has opened up all my own wounds for re-examination.

The grief I feel is not only for Michael Jackson and how I have to admit to myself I did not understand what an amazing contribution this man made to the world, for love, from the purist part of himself. The grief I feel is also for myself, and all others who are sensitive. Who feel so deeply and can be so hurt by the cruelty of the world sometimes. I immediately felt, OK, I'm not reading or listening to gossip anymore because I see what it does to a person, their image, among other things what it does to ourselves. It kind of brings out the cruelest, lowest part of our own nature. We are not hurting Michael anymore, for he will live on in the hearts and minds of humanity forever. We are really hurting and demeaning ourselves by continuing on this path.

I've decided here and now to focus on the positive energy Michael brought to the planet. That is how I will always remember Michael Jackson in my heart, as an incredibly sensitive artist who (when he was at his best) felt so deeply the pain of the planet that he wanted to enlighten us and lift us up through his music and dance. He was a person who took many actions (as well as donated millions) to improve situations for others globally.

Rest in Peace Michael Jackson, we will miss you! My prayers are with all the fans who mourn for Michael Jackson at this time. Peace.

"Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on. On many an occasion, when I am dancing. I have felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I felt my spirit soar and becoming one with everything that exists. I become one with the stars and the moon. I keep on dancing until there is only the dance."
Michael Jackson, from Dangerous

Wonder in the Everyday

Hello all. I'm going through menopause, I don't know if this has anything to do with my experiences lately but as I have started to experience brain fog I decided not to fight it but go with the flow. From what I have read, we experience brain fog as we are aging as women because our right brain (the intuitive, creative, non-linear side of our brain), is becoming activated. If we allow ourselves to experience this instead of fighting it (by becoming more attached to the rational side) we experience being in the present moment and what that has to teach us.

Take today for instance. I had to run some errands but took a moment to experience my surroundings, what I noticed is everywhere I seemed to go today on my bicycle there was this fluffy snowlike substance floating around that was detaching from cottonwood trees. I decided to ride down by the lake and it was everywhere. The experience was like riding my bicycle through a snowstorm, it was even piling up in the curbs on the street and being stirred up by passing cars. How lovely and magical.

Upon awakening, I had been experiencing a pain right around my heart area. I decided to see what was at the bottom of that pain and tried to allow myself to feel it while riding through this mysterious snowstorm. Memories of my father flooded through me like yesterday and it seemed time stood still as I felt the pain associated with my relationship with him. He never protected me from the violence of my mother when I was a young child, he was weak in the times he needed to be strong. I thought of a movie that always makes me cry about this, Million Dollar Baby, when Clint Eastwood's character told Hillary Swank's character what her name meant, "my daughter, my blood", just before he grants her wish of euthanasia. God just writing about it now makes me cry. How important those words are to children, that we are loved and held in regard by our parents.

Further along my path I saw some swans. I stopped my bicycle to stand and watch them realizing, it was a family; mother, father and 2 babies. I decided to get closer to them. I walked along the water and sat down by the water. Just then one of the babies jumped on its mother's back. The sight was so beautiful and profound to me, the mother enclosed her baby on her back safely within her dazzling white wings, while he had a little ride in the water. Right there I saw what I missed most, the play and fair regard I never experienced as a child with my parents. I wept. There watching the swan family I felt my heart healed a little, by the time I left the pain had subdued.

Ban on atomic testing

Please see link below explaining global policy on atomic and nuclear tests.

http://www.earthweek.com/2009/ew090529/ew090529a.html

People wonder why there is more cancer and disease in the world today. Much of the information on how radiation affects us is not disseminated worldwide probably because it would send the world into a state of panic. Due to of all of the atomic testing that has happened on planet Earth since the fifties and the radioactive waste (from the military and nuclear industries) we are virtually living in a soup of isotopes that we cannot see with the naked eye. But it affects us, I find it alarming how people don't question why so many young people are getting cancer, or losing the function of their thyroids. All connected to exposure to radioactivity.

Now this is just a common sense question here but why do you think with all the years and years we have donated or raised money for cancer research there is no cure for cancer and it seems to becoming worse, more widespread and killing younger and younger people. Because its an industry that feeds unto itself which is actually using radioactive isotopes in the curing of cancer. Great! This is only my opinion but couldn't all this money we are raising be better used to clean up the environment we are living in so we don't get cancer in the first place. I lost a sister to cancer and would not donate one dime to the cancer society, and my sister wouldn't have it any other way.

If we didn't make bombs in the first place (or guns) then they would never get into the hands of the wrong people, whomever's definition of the wrong people you want to adhere to.

Rare White Tigers

This week a rare Siberian White Tiger attacked a man (zookeeper) and killed him at a New Zealand wildlife park, there are only about one hundred and fifty of these tigers in the world. In the world. You might not agree with me but I found it disturbing that the tiger was killed. Earlier in the year at that same place another man (also a zookeeper), was cleaning the tigers cage and was attacked but survived. It seems to me that the tigers were letting the zookeepers know to keep their distance, but there they were again so even when warned man takes a step in the wrong direction.

I find it interesting that a rare tiger is disposed of after doing something which is natural to it, and there are literally billions of us roaming the planet without much consequence against our actions of killing each other (in acts of war), despoiling our own environment and driving an animal such as the resplendent white tiger into such a state of endangerment that all the white tigers are held in captivity such as the ones mentioned above.

I am surprised that more animals aren't attacking and killing zookeepers in other parts of the world if only to get their message across, we are going extinct and you people are responsible. These are wild animals. How would you like to be kept in a cage to be observed by some unconscious humans who think your a cute fuzzy kitty. Wild animals are meant to be in the wild, free to roam and kill and procreate, thats what they do. It is important to have these wild spaces in order for our own health and well being as they give off beneficial vibrations to the rest of the planet. Perhaps this great and mighty tiger is trying to tell us something.

The Panther

A Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else.
It seems to him there are a thousand bars;
and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils lifts, quietly—
An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.

Hot Child in the City

Hello hello everyone. Not meaning to rain on anyone's parade, or summer for that matter, but I have been receiving down my antenna for the past few weeks that it will be a short summer. Today I just got proof. One of my clients who just left, shared with me that a German scientist published some paper or other data that confirms that North America is in a cooling trend.

So there you have it, now its in writing on my end that this will be a brief summer. The reason I am telling you this is so you will enjoy those hot days ahead my friends, then you will have some memories to warm you through the winter months ahead. If your working inside on a hot sultry summer day, go outside over the lunch hour and take in those lovely rays. As they won't be with us for long!

Islands in the Sky

I just got back from Arizona and wanted to write a small note, regarding the Sedona region. I am a professional psychic from Toronto, Canada and went down to Sedona hearing all kinds of stories from clients and friends about the "energy vortexes" in the area. I visited four of the five major vortex sites in Sedona and did not experience anything unusual. In fact I have had more spiritual experiences in my own apartment or walking the streets of Toronto where I am from than I did in Sedona. I felt that there was energy there for sure but it is very unbalanced. I also felt very sad about the tacky little town that has been built around a very beautiful natural area. I very much enjoyed the walks I embarked upon among the beautiful red rock areas but the town of Sedona with its crystal shops, too many store-front psychics (no multicultural representation I noted), the exclusive shops of Teaquepaque and the "vortexes", felt extremely void of spiritual enrichment or healing.

Its not a place I would send someone to find themselves. I do believe the place one finds oneself is within, not with a crystal, or a vortex or even buying a Native American drum. Beware people traveling to Sedona for the vortexes lie within your very own soul and most of all honor the beauty of the culture you originate from. Enjoy the beauty of the region and do not tarry in this place to long. I got sick after being there for three days. I also received from my guidance that this is a good place to become unbalanced because the energies are too strong. I find it interesting that a particular group of Native American peoples only go into the area once per year to conduct ceremony, they live outside the area. Perhaps they are on to something.