A Sad Tail That Continues to Wag

True Story for Animal Lovers

As the year went by things started returning to normal when Goof began showing signs of lameness and his back took on an obscure shape.  We looked at pictures of other dogs of his breed and it was clear he wasn’t growing the same as those in the pictures.  We took him to see vet Dr Jordan who looked at the  x-rays he had taken the previous year. He decided to take more of his hips and front legs. Then came the news that we dreaded; Dr Jordan asked where we had purchased Goof and I recounted the story of the horrible puppy farm.  We knew Jordan was upset as he was very fond of Goofus. He explained to us that people who breed dogs like this generally don’t practise controlled breeding and Goofus could be the product of his own aunt and uncle or mother and her brother, any number of combinations that meant weaknesses were bred in rather than out.  He was suffering from severe hip dysplasia and the ‘hump’ growing on his back was caused by the discomfort in walking, causing him to “throw” his hips forward to alleviate the pain that then created the hump. 

There was worse to come, there were spurs on his front legs and signs that his bones were already degenerating seriously and rapidly. He explained that a dog this big would never survive fusing of the bones in his front legs, which was the normal course of action and there was nothing they could do about his hips.  He was simply too big, and being ‘disabled’ after osteo-surgery would probably cause him to develop breathing problems during the long and arduous recovery period.  His inability to exercise would also exacerbate his condition, we couldn't win. 

I knew what was coming because I had the dreams again about losing him. Talking with another medium she said he “knew he was going away and was ok with it.”  I didn’t want to hear that, but she rightly said his bones hurt and his time with us was over. He thanked us for rescuing him and said we must remember the silly play times and for weeks before he went I had a song in my head from my guide, “Remember me this way” and it would be accompanied by a vision of Goofus cavorting down the hill at the park, ready to dive bomb Gismo and I as we lay on the grass in the sunshine. Unbeknownst to us, we were just surfacing from ‘the dark years’ and he had looked after us, made us laugh, protected us but now it was clear we had to go on without him.  Gismo and I decided to take the week off work and made it all about Goof; what a special week! We fed him pigs’ ears and his favourite food, strawberries and cream, until he could eat no more.  He slept on our bed every night, all 89kg of him!

The night before we took him for his last walk on earth, two very strange and once again, beautiful things happened.  Gismo used to adopt this kind of ‘village idiot’ type voice and pretend it was Goofus speaking “ooooh I really want some piggies’ ears,” or something sillier like “oooooh finish reading the newspaper so I can shred it please,” we would laugh together that Gismo had managed to adopt exactly the right voice fit for our big baby.  Lying in bed with him between us, there was not much to say because of what we knew was coming the next day.  We listened to Goof’s heavy breathing and both stared at the ceiling.  A voice seemed to come through the space we were looking into “ooooh ooooh I love you both.” We looked at each other, we knew it was spirit interpreting for us in a way we would know that they were our boy’s very thoughts and we both rolled over and buried our faces into his fur, sobbing once again for the impending loss of a loved one.

That same night, as we three slept together, I saw a strange man in a brown Monk’s cloak standing before me with a crook, as if he was waiting for something.  The scenery behind him was like a rambling garden with stone pathways and no lawn. I didn’t recognise the scene or the significance of the man until later. Morning dawned on our sad day. We had arranged with a specialist pet crematorium to have the entire place to ourselves.  They agreed to close the premises down for us and I made certain stipulations about how Goof should be treated both before and after.  We took him for a walk in the beautiful gardens and I realised these were the grounds the monk seemed to be standing in the night before. Gismo and I stopped and stared, for both my husband and I could see the man in the brown cloak with the gnarled stick holding his other hand out towards us.  We looked at each other and I said, “I guess that is who has come for him then’” meaning our beloved furry friend.  Gismo has seen and heard things when he is with me, but he will rarely dwell on it.  This time he reached down and patted his boy and said “I hope so, he looks like a kind man”. Once again we broke down and buried our faces in the familiar fur, wishing heart and soul, that things were different.

At the last minute I couldn’t go in to witness my beloved dogasaurus's last minutes.  I had asked Dr Jordan, who along with the vet nurse, was already in tears, if he could possibly inject Goofus in the back leg as I wanted the last person Goof saw to be Gismo, his best friend and not a man with an needle.  Jordan agreed and they all went inside the building, I stayed by the car, pacing and looking towards the door.  The door had one way glass, so no one could see in, as I heard the locked snibbed and the bolt housed across the door after they all went in, I walked away, sobbing and looking back momentarily but seeing nothing. 

We deserved so much more time with Goof, it was so unfair.  A chance look back at the door amongst the rainfall of tears, showed Goof sitting upright and looking back at me.  This might not seem strange but it was one way glass and previous to that I hadn’t been able to see in at all! Automatically I walked to the door and opened it with ease, even though I had stood there not 10 minutes earlier and heard it locked and bolted as we had been promised! Dr Jordan was kneeling down and crying, as was Gismo and Sally, the vet nurse.  I looked at Jordan wondering why he was prolonging the agony, he held a spent syringe in his hand, whatever was in it had already been injected. Jordan knew I came from a very animal oriented background and he assured me it would be an amount similar to that which he would use for a small pony and it would take less than twenty seconds to take full effect.   As I walked across the room Goof licked my husband’s face and lay down peacefully.  

It was clear to me that Goof was going nowhere until he had said goodbye to me, no matter the dosage.  No one at the pet crematorium could explain how I could see through the door, and we checked afterwards and it was one way glass. How had I opened a door that had been locked and bolted with no one near, but most of all, how Goof had hung on for more than ten minutes after the injection until I arrived to be with him, will remain a mystery the answer to which will only be known by spirit.  Jordan said “I am a scientist and I don’t understand it”. We did, we totally understood that our boy wasn’t going to let me regret not being with him.

Mad Spooks & Bad Spooks II - Marijuana

Saturday July 20th 2013

One of the things that often comes up when people are dealing with less than well behaved spooks is drug use. I am a fairly liberal person but I don't do drugs. I don't like the thought of not being in control of my faculties, so I don't put myself in that position.  Having been party to some serious malevolence from spook in the past, I'm not opening that door ever again. Each to his own and I don't judge there are many reasons people do drugs that doesn't mean they are "bad people."

Various drugs have differing effects on the human mind, which is the part of us that communicates with the afterlife, and so it follows that when our mind state is altered the access or denial of entry for spook changes too along with the type of energies that invade our spook space.

It never ceases to amaze me that people use the term "get high" when talking about the rush from weed or anything else in the dope or illicit drugs category for that matter; when really and especially with ganja (which is actually not hippy slang but the Sanskrit word for hemp) it mellows you out and lowers the activity in your brain by inhibiting neurotransmitters. Knowing this and knowing that most mediums use a meditative state (also a clearing and slowing down of the mind activity) to make their connection,  we can see where we are going with this can't we? Spook door kicked off it's hinges by an unprotected pot smoker! 

Most illicit drugs have the same effect on the human self, they stimulate the brain to produce dopamine which is where your right royal highness comes from!  In some people, either during but mostly often after marijuana use, it can produce feelings of anxiety, fear or paranoia. Reactions such as this vary dramatically from user to user depending on their own personal physiology. Sometimes the negative post high effect of drug use is subtle and will build up over time such that they go relatively unnoticed at first.

What we actually have after skunk use is a further lowering of the minds normal activity. A lessened resistance and as a consequence, the potential for further stimulation of negative emotions post blast because of the inhibiting effect it has on our brains neurotransmitters; all are energetic changes and part of the universal or spiritual us. 

Left unguarded because of a drug induced sense that all is well with the world, the spook door is gaping open and what's more, left open because our happy little pothead rarely remembers they opened it in the first place! Under the influence, the spiritual self is more vulnerable to those mean energies that look for somewhere to hang out rather than go forward to learn the lessons associated with their ongoing need to be malevolent. I have often found that many regular marijuana users start feeling depressed or out of sorts when they are 'straight' and it grows from there. 

If you have read Don't Blame God you will know about the young friend of mine who was an addict who, although most of the time she was barely coherent or straight, when she was close enough to lucid she used to predict some quite terrible events with a side order of sarcastic pleasure.  She was never like that before she became drug addicted, but spook had someone to mess with so they did.  They would use her as a conduit to tell people the worst things that would cause harm or hurt. I remember once after she had told me my dog had died (which I went home to find it was true), she walked up to a lady and laughed in her face  saying "Your kid drowned and now he's dead."  Also true and harrowing for her victim, or more likely her spooks victim. Let me clarify this young woman was a degree qualified career girl about to become a doctor before she took to smoking weed; there were no pre-existing mental illnesses. I would give her a wide berth most times but on the few occasions if I stopped and took the time to interact with her I would see these dark wispy smoking shapes around her. Similar to the things in the movie Ghost that came to take the bad guy.

There is no doubt that regular marijuana use (no matter how small a quantity) can cause all sorts of mental changes and in doing so changes the energetic self.  Unlike cigarettes which just kill you slowly whilst your family watch on helplessly (come on how many of you smoke and have kids and think it's ok??) Nicotine alters the body physically not mentally, marijuana changes the MIND and over time permanently. Spook particularly likes depressed young people who do dope because negative human spiritual energy feeds the negative spiritual energy (basic mathematics two negatives make for a positive = fuel for malevolence).

It never ceases to amaze me how much we want to listen hear and learn what spook has to say, but we don't do it with the reverence and respect it deserves.   We still want to know if our boyfriend is bastard, rather than let them show us the way.

I wrote today's blog with particular love and respect for the "Indigo Twins."

Bad Spooks & Mad Spooks - Part I

Tuesday July 16, 2013

Everyone has a theory about malevolence, where it comes from and there is soooo much hocus pocus out there it's hard for us to come to a consensus, but I am sure we will eventually.  I guess the first thing I think is a load of hogwash is the belief that suicides are dark and bad. That comes form religion not from spirit! Trust me they are two very different things! Suicides are people who did a stupid thing and it is true that in my spook-learning some suicides refuse to go on and face what they did s they hang around and are sometimes mistaken for gremlin types! I had an interesting conversation with Gav about this one. He said that when you actually pass over and realise what you have done there is a panic and you think you can take it back because you created it. You actually think you can reverse it and the universe will let you think that's possible if that's where your thoughts go, to teach you a lesson and make you realise what you just did.

Let's get it straight here though, there are three types of suicides and in no case does the person exiting the earth actually want to leave nor does God smite them the minute they get there! There is the deliberate like Gav, he planned it for days before he finally executed the plan to take his own life. Something he now wishes he hadn't done obviously but by his admission "I had to get really pissed to go through with it." even though he planned it.  Gav was diagnosed bipolar and decided as he felt so great he would stop taking his medication, not realising that he felt great because he WAS taking his medication and then his reality became distorted. He was and remains as far as I am concerned, a beautiful person no matter what.

There is the suicide where you aren't in the right frame of mind through drugs or alcohol  when you make the decision and as alcohol and most drugs act on the part of the brain that deals with inhibitions we are no longer scared to take our own life. There is the third of course, the drunk driver. You do that and you are a potential suicide AND a potential murderer. So, suicides are people who were ill or under the influence and so do not automatically become dark entities or fire breathing poltergeists who smash plates in your kitchen that then want to roam the earth killing people! There is no logic in that any more than there is when someone bad passes over they automatically become bleached and sanitised and automatically show contrition for their misdeeds! As Henry says, "poppycock" (read the book!).

There are suicides who regret deeply what they did and like anyone who does a stupid or mean thing we all deal with it in different ways and this applies when we have passed over. I had a spook in my house who had suicided and wanted me to do it too. She tried really hard to convince me and all it came from was her anger at her own self that she had done such a stupid thing, she was resentful and lonely. Her revenge if you like, on the universe for not letting her go back and she was too scared to go forward. She was just, well a mean bitch, and was probably one in life too! Matty. Matt and Gav were suicides and I adore the three of them....in fact Gav is one of the people who backs up my gatekeeper when I get slack and leave the door open!! Matty roams my house like he owns it and I see Matt really only when I am hanging out with his friend. No black smoke type horror heads in there though! 

I think this is the bit where our understanding on what IS malevolent and what ALLOWS malevolence becomes a bit patchy and we make a lot of assumptions. First of all interacting with ANY spook without knowing what you are doing is stupid because you are flinging open the door to your spook space...a little like peeing with the door open in the middle of a crowded street. It's just stupid and in both cases you are showing your bum for anyone to smack as they pass by and see the open door!! 

When P  and I first got together we realised that she was in a "dark place" but she certainly wasn't a suicide she died of cancer! But she got stuck in the swamp, the halfway dimension that seems to be given so many names by us humans one of the favourites being "limbo", which quite honestly brings to mind pictures of all these spooks with a broom handle shouting "lower! lower!" as the steel drums play in the background and Hat Boy shimmies under it! Nothing malevolent about that ....mon!!!  So hopefully we have now dispelled of that ridiculous theory and can go onto others?

I'm waffling again aren't I? The point I am making here or trying to establish in this series of blog subjects is that we really need to be a little more analytical, perhaps even scientific in our thinking about spook instead of making up 'rules' based on assumptions, myths and fables or the mortal misdeeds of the living when they get dead, and then colouring it with information that has no logic or experiential foundation. 

Like a magnet the universe has positive and negative charges, we create both as we go through life and each one of us adds to it. The wind is energy and it does positive things like create power and it does negative things like hurricanes; same for the sun, it burns things and  it grows crops and is an ultimate key to human survival. Thoughts and feelings are positive and negative too; Sure you despise your Mother in law and wish she would move to Moscow but love your wife and hope she gets off work early so you can be with her...negative and positive. But the fact is ..... we in the human world  are the hosts and sometime creators of malevolence and so it comes right back at us, not the other way around.  It's a good place to start eh?

Next time marijuana and malevolence. 

The ABC of Spook

Sunday July 14, 2013

Lots of people ask me about the early days of being able to sense; hear, see or feel spook. The one thing that applies to most is we get a little too wrapped up in it and forget we have to live IRL...that's the reason we are HERE in the first place! To live and learn in the human life and take it forward with us. If we refuse to undertake our human lessons then I guarantee your spook lesson won't be no cake walk!!

Having said that I believe the entire human population is cantering towards everyone being a medium by default rather than as it is now; treated like a special trick or a talent. It aint, it's just you, me and spook finding our feet together. Anyone who pretends they are special or chosen because they can spook-speak will NOT get a Christmas card from me! 

Everyone learns in different ways but I believe at the end of the day we all cement our learning with one thing...personal experience. It doesn't matter what you read, hear or watch on TV as the Universe will introduce spook will introduce to you in a way in which they think you can cope and understand; unless of course you meddle and forget to ground and protect yourself and then you are going to get all sorts of crap thrown at you and in the beginning it's unlikely you will be able to cope with it. I know it was like that for me until I git my sh-1-t together and listened to the messages and I was getting and some wise input from the Chillin Ranch. Eventually having learned what was a message and what was me just making it up as I went along which in itself needs practice, lots of practice as our human self does tend to get carried away. I started asking spook questions about their world.  They seem to like it more than when we use it for self serving purposes. It is important though that we do share information and experience so we can all make our way to the same place of peace and enlightenment. I know that knowing spook changed me for the better. Couldn't stop me craving chocolate though pesky little poltergeists! 

My own personal beliefs centre around the fact that we need to give physical meaning and form to things we don't yet understand and that is why we have angels, guides, entities and well...spooks!

No one can know or write exactly how it happens, yes there are common theories and experiences but the FACT is we don't know for sure. Some of us begin with dreams to point us in the right direction and validate life after this life. Some of us start with cards and find that all of a sudden we are saying stuff that we have no idea where it comes from but we have a higher percentage of right than wrong and so we start out as psychic rather than mediumistic.

Read, listen and learn but in the end go with the thoughts and theories you feel you are most comfortable with because that will form part of your unique reality. Whether the ultimate answers for you are yours or someone else's you will know when it fits for you; but always always protect yourself.

Next spookmail we are going to talk about negative entities, how they get in, how we get them out and what they really are...in my opinion of course!

Reading Between the Spook Lines

Thursday July 11, 2013

Arty, P and I have a system when we read (when Hat Boy isn't around but to be honest I haven't seen him properly for a few days...I miss him but it looks like he has to go on and be loved up in the other world now so he can come back and do some more good work. Anyway I'm rambling! When we read this is how we do it; First I do an email reading which Arty starts and anyone who is with that person comes in to help me out...thank goodness!  Now the thing is it doesn't always happen the way you think it will. Here are a few examples of why we are not the boss of spook!

I did a reading a week ago for someone  and as I was typing a young woman came through, she stood in front of my desk and said, "I have a huge headache." I asked her who she was, was she visiting me or was she with the reading. She didn't answer but my "sense" was that she was with the reading. All she kept telling me was that she had a headache. I was sure, absolutely sure she was with the reading so I carried on typing. It turned out some of the reading wasn't right, and so I thought maybe I had the wrong person. Chilly has always taught me you know when you are sure and you know when you're not. So I pushed the point with the client who said no. The young woman then 'attended" the phone reading which is the second part of what I do when I read. Much of the information I got was from her and so I knew she was with this reading.  To cut a long story short (to the person who just said "Please do" *smack smack* ) eventually my lovely client said "Oh I had a cousin that passed because of a brain tumour but I didn't know her that well. Relief all round but what it showed was we don't always get the person we want, it's not up to the client or the reader. It's up to the universe of spook.

Another time I was reading for a lady and all I kept getting told by her spooks was that she needed to contact someone else for me.  So, I was reading for someone and their spook was not telling them anything about themselves but demanding (and I mean demanding!) she pass a message on to a distant family member who from memory she hadn't seen for about ten years or so. God bless you for passing that message on Donna (and *smack *smack for not GYST!) because it turned out she was part of something that made a big difference to me, Hat Boy and his family. Again, poor Donna had her reading hijacked by someone speaking for Hat Boy who so desperately wanted to contact his Mum and as a result become a spook that I love dearly too. He is up there with Arty and P, well close anyway. Interestingly when I email read for his Mum Hat Boy did not come through at all. He waited until his Mother "gave me permission" to talk about him as he didn't want her getting the "shock" of reading an email from him without having someone to talk to. Smart caring boy that he is.

Another 'wonky reading story' was told to me by my beloved Iris about 20 years ago. A young woman came to see her. She was about to go on the trip of a lifetime and to be honest she wanted to know if she would meet the man of her dreams overseas. All Iris could see was water and pyramids. Nothing else. She had a spook with her who flatly refused to connect/speak. Iris apologised and refunded the young woman. Sadly she died in Egypt in a boating accident on the Nile a few months later.

So if you have a reading and you decide it's not what you wanted, or the reader is crap (we all have our off days just like you do!) or it wasn't worth it, just remember ... Spook knows what they are doing even if we don't. Always!

Spook WILL Set Your Pants on Fire!

Sunday July 7, 2013

I was reading an FB post from someone who was a little disgruntley-fied when someone else tried to pull the woollies over her eyes. Being a medium she saw it coming so the insult was doubled. The first part was fibbing to her anyway and the second part being that the supposed friend thought she was such a crap medium she wouldn't have known! Duly challenged, naturally the fibteller would have looked her in the face with a "How could you think such a terrible thing?" and a deer in the headlights kind of gaze!

I have had lots of conversations like that with people when the radar has gone up and the red liar-light has started spinning. I was reading for a guy once and each time I asked him something and he said no Mr DM (one of my helper outerers in spook) said "Bullshit!" by the way DM stands for Dirty Mouth....natch!!  I was kind of insulted because there I was reading for him at his request and he was telling me porkies.  Get to the point Alex! Well my point is this, one; lying is bad under most circumstances (I lie about my age, weight, size, what time I got home and how much cake I had but that's about as far as it goes really!) but the other thing is, as we in the 21st century are all so immersed in the culture and philosophy of spook why do we do it? Surely we get it now that there is nothing we see, think or do that a spook somewhere doesn't know about and it all goes up on the scoreboard of life? 

I remember meeting Don Chipp, Leader of the Democrats and coiner of the phrase "keep the bastards honest" and that is how I see my spooks, they DO keep me honest and I thank them for that. Someone asked me the other day to make up a reading for someone else as they wanted a specific outcome! Whaaa....you crazy?? If you believe in the afterlife and the presence of the Others then you don't lie, because if you do you're well...a liar when you say you do believe!

I was chatting with Chilly this morning and saying my biggest frustration is when someone lies and thinks you don't know it, because other than spook there really isn't any proof. As she is my (tor) mentor and friend she has always taught me, if you doubt it don't give it, if you don't doubt it then go ahead and she will often say, "I will believe spook over  a human any day." I have to say I am at the point where I agree with her. I recently stood my ground in a reading over something I thought was quite serious; the culprit in a theft. I was really wary of delivering the message according to spook because what if I was wrong and some innocent guy stood accused of something he didn't do. So I asked the corresponding spook for physical evidence, (something I rarely do as I am cautioned often about testing spook) evidence that I was telling it true because the culprit was bleating  innocence. It took spook less than four minutes to give me a definitive, physical and relevant sign. No it wasn't something that happened by coincidence it was pointed; I asked. I got told and so I reinforced the message. Another fibber shot down by the flames of his own pants. This particular spook is also well known for never lying to the living person I was talking to.

So really you are either in or you are out of spook aren't you? I personally believe that in thousands of years to come if we haven't completely destroyed the planet and we get that far, that everyone will have mediumistic skills and no one will have flaming levi's because it won't be possible. Wouldn't that be nice (except when I have two pieces of cake!)?

The world of spook - you put your whole self in, or your whole self out! You don't do the Hokey Pokey...

Who's Zooming Who?

July 5 2013

Seriously...look at this back page advertisement and ask yourself, who is taking the Mickey??  Let's break this down and have a little dummy spit shall we!

I see the blonde chick at the bottom of the page is the 'Most Respected Psychic In The World' nice work love but I think if JE doesn't need a half page colour ad on the back page of a trashy he might have the jump on you!  Having said that our peroxide psychic has lowered her standards to be on the same page as "Australia's Best Psychics" so that must mean she is at least a nice person who is kind to old ladies and cats!  Doubt it with an ego that size! Poor love would need to pin her ears back to get her head through the door!

I'm up for getting the name of my real lover though,  per the lady with her boobies hanging out mid page  (sex sells psychic as well it seems!) because each time he leaves I keep forgetting to ask him!!

Quite simply it goes like this. The Psychic Industry or Profession or whatever you want to call it is NOT regulated, not in any way whatsoever. Not even by the man on the early morning el cheapo TV ads on the flying carpet (You know who I mean Simon) who professes to be able to be party to the selection of the 'Australia Psychic of the Year he's THAT good! That's like crufts being won by a mongrel cos he's cute and didn't bite anyone rather than he's a pure bred who prances nice! No disrespected to anyone who has "won" or been duly voted "Psychic of he Year" (or Crufts) cos I am sure there is some goodness and talent in you for you to have been noticed in the first place.

Secondly advertising is revenue and if someone ponied up $4k to your business for half a page of verbal diahorrea I am sure you wouldn't say no either and guess what - they don't have to. As readings are for "guidance" and "entertainment purposes" and both are quite subjective how can you prove you weren't guided or entertained and get your money back! Advertising Standards Board/Bureau therefore can't do anything about it even if they are FOS!

The content of these ads relies on potential customers to be stupid and/or desperate. Don't be!

Balancing Act

Thursday July 4, 2013

I do a maximum of one reading a day. It's not because I don't enjoy it, it's because I have a human life too, a business to run and house work to get on with. Sometimes life is a bitch because the truth is I'd rather be hanging out with my spooks finding out more about their world so I can pass it on. That way we can all learn together rather than wondering my what to pack for Perth or whether I paid the gas bill (Undecided and yes in that order!)

When I first realised what I was aware of, because I was always aware I just didn't know what of, I was completely obsessed. Everything and I mean everything that ever happened in my life was either because it was what spirit wanted or done by spirit as far as I was concerned! The movie of my life was written, directed and produced by spirit.I took responsibility for NOTHING. If it was a disaster I decided it was a disaster that had to happen to me because spook wanted it. If the car broke down it was because spook did not want me to go to Woollies at that time because the price of carrots would be cheaper tomorrow! Seriously I was a full out all in nutter who barely lived in the human world at all. Sitting there thinking, "Well if I was supposed to be working spook would bring me a job right??" as the bills piled up.

I have read some affirmations that say we are spirits on a human journey and I believe that is the truth because when we are dead the only part of us that keeps on keeping on is the spiritual  BUT.... the fact is we do have a human life and we do have responsibilities to ourselves and to others (especially if we are parents) whilst we have blood running through our veins to and from out hearts. Spook might be around having a word in our ear every now and again but they sure as heck aren't living it for us nor should we ask them to!!!

I am not the Dalai Spookster and I don't profess to be all seeing and all knowing about everything in the afterlife, but I do listen to what Arty teaches me and to what P says and I can tell you this.  If you don't have balance in your human life - (shouting words coming...you have been warned!) STAY OUT OF SPOOK SPACE!  Meddling in spirit when your human life isn't at a stage where you can feel a overall sense of contentment and control even if things get a little hectic now and again, is a BIG mistake.

Making spook a priority or asking spook seemingly meaningless questions; shall I dump him; shall I move etc is a complete waste of time because where is the life lesson in that?? If we assume we are put on this earth to learn lessons and then try and avoid them by using spook...you just buy yourself a return ticket and next time round it will be a whole lot harder because you didn't try this time!

As the mistress of Chillin' Ranch often said to me during a learning phase "Get your head out of the (spook) bag!" Live your life with balance and confidence as a mortal as well as a spiritual being. Balance and harmony between the material and the spiritual is an absolute  must. Obsession and reliance are unhealthy.

Lecture over :)

The Reality of Dreams

Tuesday July 2, 2013

Sometimes when I talk about dreams people say, "I don't dream," and I think what's with that...? Do you have no soul??? It's a pretty ignorant comment by me I know but to me dreams are one of the ways that we connect to Spooksville, most of the time without being fully aware. 

Now at the risk of some severe gruntle dissing, I have to say I do not subscribe to the theory that dreams contain symbols such as if you dream of snakes you are going to get a new handbag and if you dream of water you were a whale in your last life. In my school of thought there are three things going on; the subconscious anxieties and happiness of normal every day life making the most of our unconscious state to manifest themselves. I'm not a psychiatrist or a psychologist but I guess that is where we are unable to fully articulate the feeling an uninhibited conscious level so we have to dream it when the real and natural us, ie our subconscious, gets center stage.

The spiritual dreams I have found are quite different. In my colourful head they even look different but here are some things I have found over the years; Spook uses our "memory bank" to create messages, as according to Arty this takes the least amount of energy. People in our dreams very rarely represent who they are, let me give you an example; I had a friend of mine who is an accountant and I had a predictive dream about him, but in the dream they used the CFO of a company I was working for to "play him".  Why? Well they both qualified at the same firm were the same age and were obviously accountants AND the CFO man was a more recent memory so I guess easier to get at!  When you have a dream message don't get bogged down in the detail either, look at the whole story and don't pick over the detail.  Here is another example; I dreamed of two friends who had invested in a business and lost a lot of money and then as if to break the scene one of them got up and ran across the floor to give CPR to their 3 year old son and he lived. The message? The business wasn't dead and could be revived, it was their baby.  It was, they did and so far they are all living happily ever after! It wasn't a warning someone was going to nearly drown.

Finally, and at the risk of rambling....there are visits.  Lots of times my spooks will ambush me either last thing at night or first thing in the morning when I am literally half asleep. They know they can get in without too much trouble when I am in a relaxed and dopey state.  That sort of thing you have to take it for what it is. If you see a departed relative or friend, they are indeed just visiting. Sometimes they have things to say sometimes they are just dropping by.I remember rolling over in bed one morning and seeing my mate Gav who died quite a few years ago. He looked at me and said, "Time for you to go home."  He was from Melbourne and that is where our relationship had begun before he passed, and here I am in Melbourne. I didn't leap out of bed and start packing as soon as I saw him though. The entire move had to be humanly practical which brings me to one final word of caution.

If you are entering your own spook space, whether by learning or having readings or anything like that remember you are still human and for the most part of this leg of the journey you have to remember that. I read for lots of people who get a bit obsessed with it all and I have been there myself believe me. Balance it and temper it because if you don't you might find you get more than you bargained for ('The Dark Days' Chapter in my book...what do you mean you haven't read it yet! Harrumph!)