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Ask for signs!

Ask for signs!
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Messenger Between WorldsI usually write my blogs ahead of time and schedule them to post at 6 am so people can read over their morning coffee, but this event happened last night between 2:30 and 3:00 am. I wasn’t about to stay up all night writing a blog, although I did take a few notes. Sorry you didn’t get to read this blog over your morning coffee like usual!

So here’s the story (… of a lovely lady?).

Last night, I stayed up rather late finishing a book written by my friend, Kristy Robinett, which is pictured at left. Kristy was the very first person to interview me about my reincarnation case on a BlogTalk Radio show that she used to do about seven years ago. It was my first public platform to speak openly about my case. We’ve kept in touch since then and I refer clients to her when I can’t do their readings (she’s a much stronger medium than I am with reconnecting people with deceased loved ones). I bought her book right away when it was published but I didn’t have a chance to read it until this week.

That’s the other thing. I’ve had an insatiable appetite for books this month. Normally, I have no time for pleasure reading but this month I’ve been going to bed with books (that’s the only time I can read) and I’m not sleeping very much because I simply can’t stop reading. I finished Chip Coffey’s book in two sittings and the same went for Kristy’s book, and I finished the first Harry Potter book in three sittings. I have no idea what’s going on but I know the lack of sleep is going to catch up with me soon. My brain is apparently starved for brain food though. In fact, I’m resisting the urge to abandon this blog and get started on a Civil War novel right now.

Back to the story!

As I was reading Kristy’s book last night, I got rather emotional in a few places because some of her stories hit a little too close to home. We both devote our lives to helping other people but we both have a history of ignoring universal cues and signs directing our own lives, leaving us open to disillusionment and loss. I don’t know very many mediums, psychics, etc., who have their lives together simply because it’s not in our nature to think about ourselves and what we might need (supposing said mediums, psychics, etc., are in the work for the right reasons). I think we in general have trouble following our own advice because we repeat it over and over again to our clients and the words don’t have the same impact in our own ears. Tell people you love them every day before mediums become necessary. – You don’t need a medium to say I love you to Grandma because she hears you just the same. – Our loved ones look after us even in spirit, so it’s okay to ask for signs. – That sort of thing. We end up sounding like broken records in the course of helping people, which means we often forget to follow advice for ourselves.

Ask for signs.

This is the most fundamental thing when anyone wants to work with their spirit guides or other loved ones in spirit, yet I can’t seem to remember to apply it in my own life. I sometimes feel extremely alone in my life and I self-sabotage my ability to recognize presences of my loved ones when I’m in emotional, mental, or physical downward spirals. The holidays are especially hard. Reading the passage in Kristy’s book last night with the reminders that we should pay closer attention to the subtleties and synchronicities shown to us by Spirit, and to ask for signs when we need direction or comfort.

I finished the book and sat in the dark for a while trying to go to sleep. I decided I was going to try an experiment to see if I could get a sign, so I chose to see if one in particular would cooperate (Lawrence). Music was a huge part of our lives when we were together, so it occurred to me that I should open iTunes on my iPhone and put it on shuffle with focus on requesting signs in the first five random songs chosen by the player. Before I opened iTunes, I did a light meditation just to quiet my mind and put my intention out there to Lawrence. However, the older I get, the more skeptical I am of the concept of signs, so a big part of me thought this experiment was going to be a big dumpster fire of nothingness. I said, “If you have things you want to say to me, use the songs and say them.” So I scrolled up to the top and tapped “Shuffle”.

The first song that came up was one that I’ve never actually played before but the title was Can U Believe and it was by Robin Thicke. Immediately, I recognized the word believe in the title because Kristy had just written a lot in the book about that word popping up when she needed signs. Okay, I conceded, that was a little interesting. Then I listened to the song itself. It’s about self-doubt and learning to believe in yourself. It also mentions being away from the one you love, and being watched but not knowing it. Listen to the song for yourselves.

I got goosebumps but one song applying to the situation could have easily been a coincidence. The next song came on, which was Words of Love by The Beatles. Again, I don’t listen to that song very often and at first I thought there was no connection. My grand experiment, I thought, was not anything realistic. As I listened to the words, however, the song turned out to be about a guy asking a girl to tell him that she loves her. Some of the phrases and words were very close to known letters from Lawrence, who was, in the beginning, extremely insecure about how I felt. He constantly needed reassurance, very much like the way this song plays out. The song was actually written by Buddy Holly in 1957 and then The Beatles covered it.

Still rather skeptical and questioning myself as to whether I was just grasping at straws, I waited for the third of my five requested songs to start. The first notes of Boondocks by Little Big Town played and I wrinkled my nose in, “Okay, this means nothing,” frustration. Wrong. Toward the middle of the song, they sang the line, “I can taste that honeysuckle and it’s still so sweet when it grows wild on the banks down at old Camp Creek. Yeah, it calls to me like a warm wind blowing.” My eyes popped open in bed and I realized it did mean something. One of Lawrence’s pet names for me was “honeysuckle girl” at the time, and even now in the present, I sometimes smell honeysuckle when they’re not even in season.

One obvious connection – coincidence. Two obvious connections – maybe still a coincidence. Three obvious connections? I was starting to pay attention. Three quarters of the way through Boondocks, I said, “If you’re actually influencing the songs, please don’t stop yet. I need two more songs.” I waited for the fourth song to start and immediately, Rhianna’s voice chanted, “Please don’t stop the music. Please don’t stop the music. Please don’t stop the music.” If that was a coincidence, it was hilariously timed, but truthfully, I knew that was his humor. There are pages and pages of letters saved in which he would mimic and tease me for fun.

Four songs in a row in direct response to what I was thinking or saying had me a little nervous. Sometimes people want to see patterns in nothing and I was afraid of doing that even though the deal I proposed seemed to work. I was afraid of pressing my luck by needing fifth song, though, so I found myself saying toward the end of the Rhianna song, “I need another song, but if you can’t or won’t, I promise not to be disappointed.” With bated breath, the iTunes switched over to the next song and Miranda Lambert belted, “Heeeeey, white liiiaaaar…” I burst into laughter. What are the odds that I would get direct responses with phrases that were completely true? I was going to be disappointed if the fifth song meant nothing, so it was, in fact, a white lie.

So I got the five songs written down and let iTunes keep playing. I did that because if I was imagining patterns or reaching too hard, then I should have been able to connect any song to him. Six, seven, eight, nine, etc., songs went by and I felt nothing, nor were there any lyrical connections. The five songs that played in my experiment seeking signs were either songs that I hadn’t yet played or so rarely played that they weren’t even on my top played songs list, so it couldn’t have been a frequency thing. I have over 700 songs in my iTunes and those were the five chosen.

Did I get the signs I needed that I was watched over and not alone? Maybe so. I have no way to prove it. I certainly think I did because I know that particular spirit well enough to know how he would and would not react to my feelings and thoughts.

Ask for signs from your guides and loved ones on the other side. See what happens.

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My afterlife

My afterlife
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Federal Street, Brunswick, METhe more I read about near death experiences, the more I realize they are as different as they are alike. That probably sounds strange but think of it this way: as many consistencies as there are with the tunnel effect or the white light, meeting family members, going through a life review, etc., it also appears that much of the afterlife is custom tailored to the individual. In other words, everyone has a different perception of “heaven” or “hell” and the universe seems very aware of it. But is the bliss experienced in the afterlife created by an outside universal force or is it constructed by the power of our own consciousnesses?

I’m thinking in circles again.

Sometimes I do wonder what my afterlife will be like, and I don’t mean that in a morbid “I want to die” kind of way. I just mean that I deal with spirits and helping people with spiritual matters every day, so it’s not a far stretch of the imagination to think I might be curious about what will happen to me when I die. I’m not afraid of my own death either. My faith teaches me that dying is just another phase of the soul’s life and should be met with as much preparedness as any other change of life. It’s that preparation and that need to “leave my body on my own terms” as George Harrison put it, that makes me think about what awaits me on the other side of the veil.

I would like to design my own afterlife.

Androscoggin River

In my estimation, the meaning of the afterlife is to be a place and a state of the soul in which the individual is at perfect peace, joy, and love. I think of the place and time in which I feel the most at home and at peace. That place was southern Maine and the time was the 19th century. This is not to say my life was a romantic vision of perfection at the time. Far from it. But whenever I visit Maine now, I feel so much at peace and so restored that I don’t even need as many painkillers or anxiety drugs as I normally do. The restorative affect Maine has on me is my idea of heaven.

So when I pass into the afterlife, as I have said in an earlier blog, I want to meet my loved ones along a representation of the Androscoggin River (pictured above) for reasons that I already described in the earlier blog. I would like a typical home for Brunswick like the ones pictured at the very top. That’s actually Federal Street in 1906. My home would be filled with things from the 19th century and I would have as many books as the universe would allow me to read. There would be plenty of places in the home where I could play music and paint. Every pet I ever had in my life would be with me at that home and all of my loved ones would come and go with ease. I would have flower gardens. The sea would be close enough that I could spend time there whenever I wanted. I wouldn’t have any physical restrictions like wheelchairs as I do here in the physical life.

Perhaps I’m honestly thinking of keeping my afterlife home as a representation of the Chamberlain house. It is to my taste and I feel more at home there than I do in my own home now. I did live there for nearly 50
years and part of me will always be there in some way.

I’ve read many mediums say that they get told from those in the afterlife that it is indeed much of their own design. More than one has indicated that spirits often group together based on types of interests and common likes in lifestyle. In other words, there may be other spirits out there who feel most at home in 19th century villages, so these like minded spirits would find each other in the afterlife. I do believe the afterlife is just another way of living although it is without the pain and suffering of this world. The likes and dislikes inherent to your soul would naturally carry into the afterlife. The way I love art and creating things has been inherent in multiple lifetimes, so it’s logical to think that I would still have these passions in the spirit world. The relationships we have exist there as well, with the difference of being entirely aware of all facets of those relationships throughout past life history. The work continues in spirit to perfect those relationships and plan future lives.

As above, so below.

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My psychic language

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Jessica JewettOne of the most common questions I get asked is how I receive information when I do readings. The primary thing that people need to understand is that the idea of a ghost whispering things in the medium’s ear is, for the most part, very inaccurate. Having the ability to read people or situations is not just about communication with the dead. That’s a very small part of it and not every person with extrasensory perception even has the ability to communicate with the dead, and focusing on that small aspect of it can limit things quite a bit. A greater number of people with extrasensory perception read energy as opposed to the dead. That has a lot to do with receiving information on instinct and having it without actually talking to the ghost of Uncle Charlie.

In general, I don’t know where information from psychics/intuitives/whatever word you want to use comes from because usually it’s just there passing through us like water through a funnel. I think it’s a combination of being extra sensitive to the environment around us as well as being given information from an outside source. Sensitivity to the environment appears to be far more commonplace and not very supernatural at all if you think about it. The blind have heightened senses to make up for the one sense they lack and that’s not really considered supernatural. It’s just the way they’ve naturally adapted to their environment. I think if people stop putting extrasensory abilities on such a high pedestal, it would be easier to see it as simply another talent. Some people can paint masterpieces while others can’t put together a stick figure. Some people are highly sensitive to energy and spirits while others are not so sensitive to them. Part of understanding such abilities is taking them off the pedestal and bringing them down to earth.

Every intuitive who chooses to develop their abilities also ends up developing their own “language”. I put it in quotes because it’s rarely a verbal language. For most of us, psychic language is deeply layered and highly symbolic to the person conducting the reading. Mediums learn quickly that spirits almost never communicate by verbal means like we do here in the physical. Spirits communicate by thought and emotion. It goes against our physical instincts because we are in bodies that communicate by spoken word, which is actually quite limiting, and can sometimes frustrate spirits. They communicate their messages to us with visual images, emotional impressions, physical sensations, etc., and the filters that our own brains impose on those things can and will cause misinterpretations at times, which is why it’s not possible for any medium/psychic/intuitive to be 100% accurate. We are, after all, only human and sometimes symbolism from spirits will come across as unclear or mean something different to us than them. Mediums/psychics/intuitives who try to do readings while overly tired, stressed out, or sick will have a higher rate of misinterpretation because their concentration on symbolic reading won’t be as sharp. Misinterpretation or lack of information will happen, but that doesn’t make the medium/psychic/intuitive a fake. It makes them human. Doing readings is like playing telephone and it takes a lot of practice to learn the symbols and sensations that resonate with the person doing the reading. It’s very similar with reading energy, except you’re not reading an intelligent entity. You’re reading feelings or events that have already passed.

Psychic language is never the same from one reader to another because different feelings, symbols, etc., mean different things to different people. Some of us are more auditory, while others are more visual. The object for the spirit is to get us to say the correct thing based on our own points of references. With energy, we have to interpret feelings and flashes of things that already happened. Sometimes it’s flashes of things that haven’t happened yet too. Energy tends to be more of intuition and feeling rather than anything else, and can require a more subtle touch to read correctly.

My personal psychic language is a bit different, even within the context of other people in this line of work.

Living People

I work very hard not to read people without their permission (ethical issues) but I do almost always have a gut reaction when I meet someone as to whether their intentions are good or bad. That means their real heart, not their good or bad choices on the surface. Initial gut reactions come as colors. White or gold is good. Red or orange is bad. Blue or green happens when I meet another person with abilities (I tend to recognize “my own kind” on sight). Mixtures of colors do happen because nobody is entirely good or entirely bad but one color will usually outweigh the other.

After I’m with a person for a certain amount of time, I usually develop a “taste” for their energy or soul. I have not encountered another intuitive who reacts to energy by taste and I used to not say it out loud because it seemed so odd. By taste, I mean it in the literal sense. Certain foods get assigned to certain people’s personal energy. Male energy tends to be savory tastes and female energy tends to be sweet tastes. I don’t choose who gets what taste. It happens on its own after a certain amount of time has passed in their company. I’ve also noticed that people who have consistently confused, bitter, unhappy energy will taste burned or otherwise bad to me, and people who I really enjoy will be associated with my favorite foods. The taste is not present all the time though. It usually comes and goes when I first encounter the person and if that person experiences an emotional or mental spike. My theory about why I “taste” energy comes from the fact that my way of knowing the world is through my mouth. I can’t use my hands, so I use my mouth instead, which means I don’t have a choice but to taste a lot of objects every day. If psychic information is highly symbolic based on the person’s point of reference, then it’s not illogical to think I might experience energy in the form of taste symbolism.

Sometimes we encounter people with rather big, intense energy as well. That can come from passion, intense devotion to something, or even ego. People with big, intense energy fields come across to me as physical sensations and I can feel their positions in a room even if I’m not looking at them. I don’t encounter it very often (I notice a lot of people who claim to be intense are just normal people full of bravado), but when I do, it can be different whether the person’s intensity is good or bad. Good intensity comes across as a physical sensation of a vacuum pulling me toward that person with a mild tingling sensation on the skin. Bad intensity feels like trying to push the wrongs ends of magnets together and the vacuum sensation becomes frightening like looking into a black hole. An intense person’s mood can create both effects and it tells me whether I should stay away or not.

General Energy

Energy fields that come from nature, or past or future events, not living or dead people, come across to me as physical sensations. I almost never see anything visual in this area. When I do, it has to do with the imprint of energy depicting events that already happened or, in rarer cases, events that haven’t happened yet. Imprints of energy from events tend to replay like movie clips on repeat. They can range from shadowy, hazy, and only a glimpse, to crystal clear replays of entire scenes.

I’m not so in tune with environmental energy as others because it requires the ability to pick up on very subtle cues. I’m not so good with subtlety. I do pick up on big natural disasters before they happen. The ability to pick up on disturbances in environmental energy means having the ability to pull yourself out of your own circumstances to feel out whether sensations are coming from you or something else. If it’s not you feeling the disturbance, then there’s some outside energy causing it. For me, it’s usually the approach of severe weather before the news reports it or some kind of major disaster like 9/11. Using 9/11 as an example, I felt severe energy disturbances for the entire summer before it happened. The trouble is I never really know exactly what’s coming, and even if I did, I wouldn’t know how to stop it.

Spirit Communication

This is the type of work that is most deeply layered with symbolism. To get me to say certain things, I’ll be influenced by images I understand most of the time. Movies are a big reference when we’re talking about time periods. For example, if it’s a female going through the mid-19th century, I’ll see a Gone with the Wind poster, and if it’s a male going through the mid-19th century, it’s usually a Gettysburg reference. Regency period spirits usually reference Jane Austen to me. Late Victorian spirits usually reference Edith Wharton to me. These symbols are just to identify the period, not any other specific information. Since those things are so familiar to me, I jump to say the correct thing instantaneously. Those are just a couple of examples, however. There are so many more.

Conveying emotion comes from symbols in nature for me most of the time. “I love you” is pink roses for family love and red roses for romantic love. I’ve heard of other mediums using that symbolism as well. Water tends to go along with emotion. If a spirit is fulfilled or wants to convey fulfillment to someone here in the physical, I typically see a clay pitcher getting filled up with spring water. If the spirit is drained or wants to convey being drained to someone here in the physical, I typically see the clay pitcher being poured out into the grass and the water (emotion, life force) being wasted. The need for physical healing is conveyed by liquid light moving over, around, through the affected areas.

To get me to say something like, “You’re likely to have an opportunity to move in three years,” I’ll see a red 3 and a house. Numbers and letters in red are future and numbers and letters in blue are past. Measuring out days, weeks, months, or years is not met with symbolism per se but more of a gut reaction. I usually “know” which time measurement is the right one. If I don’t know, I say so.

Sometimes I do have auditory information from spirits. Oddly enough, it happens when there are foreign languages more than English. I suspect it’s designed to get me to point out when someone is foreign or spoke a foreign language. Establishing relationships looks like pieces of family trees in my head. I don’t see the names but I do see the branches extending from the person being read, whether they are alive or not. They conduct energy on levels. Mothers, aunts, older friends are on the same level. Grandparents, great aunts, much older friends are on the same level. Sisters, cousins, contemporary friends are on the same level. Children, nieces, children of friends are on the same level. You see how this works. It’s the same with male relations. From the energy level, I can sometimes sort out which role on the level the person or entity fills.

That’s just a piece of how it works for me.

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