I know, I know...that's a funny title for a blog but I'm in a funny mood. I got a lot on my mind and am seriously tired of it so the best thing to do is unload it on all you good people. Lol. I want to take a moment to discuss ethics, morals and integrity in the paranormal field...and in life.
You see...there has been a lot of talk the last few months about honesty and truth amongst teams. Hell...I've been doing it too. It's a good discussion to have. We are our own checks and balances system, you see. If we don't keep each other honest, in a field that is already highly speculative, who will? There has been a lot of bad mouthing, innuendo and threats made in the last few months...myself included cause I'm by no means perfect....yet there hasn't been any change to come from it. People still do what they do and we all get to play a guessing game at who everyone is talking about.
This happens in the real world, too. It's not just a paranormal thing. In the real world we have a responsibility to tell the truth as well. Even if it hurts. Even if it is devastating to ourselves. It isn't always the popular vote, but it's the right one.
Let me put it to you this way...let's say you were working with a team and you trusted them beyond measure...to the point you never questioned whether or not they were being truthful. Then one night while you are out investigating you see one of them faking evidence. What would you do? Would you say something to them? To anyone else? What if during this discovery you found out that it had happened many times before? Would that make the decision easier? What if it was your name on the line and what you had worked very hard to achieve and you could see it all going up in smoke by another's actions? What would you do then? Would you stay quiet? Or would you, with as much dignity as the situation allowed, speak up against it at risk of losing everything yourself?
It's not an easy decision, and I'm sure not one made lightly. Doing what is right never is easy...that's what makes it right. The easy decision would be to carry on as if you didn't know what you knew allowing the problem to sit there and simmer like a kettle waiting to boil till it finally started screaming. My whole point of this blog is that taking the high road is almost never the popular thing to do. Ever. Anyone who has ever taken it knows that. All you can do is learn from the experience and move on. To make the best of a bad situation while keeping your head up high (which, I can tell you, doesn't always happen). But you can still try. You will fail...and you will try again. Maybe getting it just a little bit better the next time. You may even do things completely out of character in trying to make yourself feel better that you fall even lower. Then you rise again to take on the next investigation, the next adventure.
My point is this. At the end of the day you have to be able to look yourself in the mirror and tell yourself you are worthy of trust. If this is something that is important to you, you will do whatever it takes to see that happened. Even if it means crushing your own dreams.
Blessed Be )O(
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Saturday, September 26, 2015
There was a girl...
I think I've come to the point in my life where I can speak freely about certain things. Hell, I've written two books on the crazy stuff I've been involved in so what's one more blog on the subject, right? Well....this is gonna be a little bit different.
You see, I've posted blogs and made youtube videos about my books and the reasons behind me making them, but I never REALLY got down to the nitty gritty about it all. The shameful stuff. The scary stuff. The stuff I never wanted anyone to know...until now. I've always said it was my goal to reach as many people as possible. That I wanted to help as many people as possible that had experienced things like I have. I know I can't really do that if I'm not completely honest about the whole thing...about what I really went through. So here it is...
In my book, "Giving up the Ghost", I did say how hard it was being a sensitive during my childhood and young adult years. I even let on how difficult it is as a living breathing grown ass woman. But I didn't really say why. You see, there is one thing a lot of people don't know about this particular path. Of course you have all the emotions and everything that spirits make you feel simply so you can interact with them but you also have, pushed somewhere deep inside, your own emotions. These are more frightening than anything a ghost or spirit can make you feel. By far. I spent the majority of my childhood being afraid of my own shadow. I was so afraid of people finding out about what I could do that I became a victim. I allowed myself to be bullied. ALOT. I was the girl that would do whatever a friend asked me to do simply so they would like me. This included shoplifting once, stealing street signs, running from the cops and drinking. LOTS of drinking. I started smoking cigarettes when I was twelve and drinking shortly after. My friend and I would steal her moms car in the middle of the night and go "cruising"...at thirteen and fourteen. I was constantly looking for ways to kill myself. I even came close a couple of times. These are things that nobody else really knows because how in the hell could I tell them? If I told them I would have to tell them why and I refused to do that. Each time I had tried it ended badly. I never really got into the drug thing, with the exception of pot in my younger days, because alcohol suited me just fine and numbed me well enough. It calmed the voices in my head for a short time. Longer if I passed out from it. I was fourteen when I drank 2 fifths of cherry vodka and passed out in my friends bathtub. Luckily for me, no one turned the water on or else I would have drowned. Fourteen.
I was terrified of everything. Of people, especially large crowds, because I couldn't handle all of the swirling emotions coming off them like radiation. You see, that's what it feels like for an empath. Well...at least for me that's what it feels like. Radiation. All of the emotions seep into you and you can't decipher them from your own. This causes an extreme amount of distress because at a young age you can't even deal with your own feelings much less everybody else. So you hide. You continue to do this as you get a little bit older and that turns you into the "freak" I speak about in my book. Because you don't know or understand how to block it all out you become a recluse, an outcast. I'm here to tell you that is NOT a popular thing to be in middle school or high school.
The other problem with this, especially for girls, is that you take on this "other wordly" quality. I can't explain it, but I'm sure you know the look. You know, the look you get when someone isn't necessarily checking you out but more trying to figure you out. For those who are "different" and have experienced this phenomenon...here's the explanation. It's in our aura. I'm sure you've heard it before..."there's just something different about you..." Parents of those who are different, you've heard the same things about your own children that you may have heard applied to yourself before. You would think this wouldn't be a big deal but, to some people, different is BAD. The quiet, inquisitive, looks can turn to sneers and mockery in the blink of an eye.
This hurts a lot when it happens and we retreat even more. I can't tell you how many times I thought I would be so much better off if I could either end it all, or lock myself away to go crazy. As I got older these thoughts helped to put me in bad situations where I could be violated and hurt. Not having the tools to know how to defend myself physically and vocally set the path for me to let my rapist go free without so much as a call to the cops. I had such low self esteem that I didn't think anyone would believe me over him. Years later, when I saw him in a restaurant I was going into, all I could do was stand there and shake. Again...I didn't have the courage.
My whole point in telling all of you all of this is very simple. I would bet money that each of you reading this have either felt these feelings yourself, or know someone who fits the description of the outcast...the loner. For those of you who made it through...BRAVO!!!!! It is an extremely hard time and one that you should be very proud of for making it through. For those who know exactly the kind of person I'm describing...how do you feel about the way you may have treated them? Do you regret it? Would you do things differently if you had the chance? For those whom we all know who never got the chance to realize their potential, their contribution to the world, I know how you felt. I felt the same way. I am eternally grateful to whatever it was that helped me through. That made me understand that this is my calling. That I really do have a purpose in life other than being someones verbal punching bag. You don't have to be an empath, sensitive, psychic, clairvoyant or anything else to understand that we are all here for a reason. My reason may not be yours...and that's okay. I no longer wish to be normal. I know exactly who I am and I am proud of it. I no longer hide what I can do. I don't have to. My biggest, sincerest, wish is that all of the special people in the next generation don't have to go through what myself, and others, had to. I hope you remember all this the next time you see someone talking to themselves, or averting their eyes, or simply moving away from you because they can't take the energy coming off of you. Remember...they may not be weird, or a freak or rude. They may simply be protecting themselves. Just food for thought...
Blessed Be )O(
You see, I've posted blogs and made youtube videos about my books and the reasons behind me making them, but I never REALLY got down to the nitty gritty about it all. The shameful stuff. The scary stuff. The stuff I never wanted anyone to know...until now. I've always said it was my goal to reach as many people as possible. That I wanted to help as many people as possible that had experienced things like I have. I know I can't really do that if I'm not completely honest about the whole thing...about what I really went through. So here it is...
In my book, "Giving up the Ghost", I did say how hard it was being a sensitive during my childhood and young adult years. I even let on how difficult it is as a living breathing grown ass woman. But I didn't really say why. You see, there is one thing a lot of people don't know about this particular path. Of course you have all the emotions and everything that spirits make you feel simply so you can interact with them but you also have, pushed somewhere deep inside, your own emotions. These are more frightening than anything a ghost or spirit can make you feel. By far. I spent the majority of my childhood being afraid of my own shadow. I was so afraid of people finding out about what I could do that I became a victim. I allowed myself to be bullied. ALOT. I was the girl that would do whatever a friend asked me to do simply so they would like me. This included shoplifting once, stealing street signs, running from the cops and drinking. LOTS of drinking. I started smoking cigarettes when I was twelve and drinking shortly after. My friend and I would steal her moms car in the middle of the night and go "cruising"...at thirteen and fourteen. I was constantly looking for ways to kill myself. I even came close a couple of times. These are things that nobody else really knows because how in the hell could I tell them? If I told them I would have to tell them why and I refused to do that. Each time I had tried it ended badly. I never really got into the drug thing, with the exception of pot in my younger days, because alcohol suited me just fine and numbed me well enough. It calmed the voices in my head for a short time. Longer if I passed out from it. I was fourteen when I drank 2 fifths of cherry vodka and passed out in my friends bathtub. Luckily for me, no one turned the water on or else I would have drowned. Fourteen.
I was terrified of everything. Of people, especially large crowds, because I couldn't handle all of the swirling emotions coming off them like radiation. You see, that's what it feels like for an empath. Well...at least for me that's what it feels like. Radiation. All of the emotions seep into you and you can't decipher them from your own. This causes an extreme amount of distress because at a young age you can't even deal with your own feelings much less everybody else. So you hide. You continue to do this as you get a little bit older and that turns you into the "freak" I speak about in my book. Because you don't know or understand how to block it all out you become a recluse, an outcast. I'm here to tell you that is NOT a popular thing to be in middle school or high school.
The other problem with this, especially for girls, is that you take on this "other wordly" quality. I can't explain it, but I'm sure you know the look. You know, the look you get when someone isn't necessarily checking you out but more trying to figure you out. For those who are "different" and have experienced this phenomenon...here's the explanation. It's in our aura. I'm sure you've heard it before..."there's just something different about you..." Parents of those who are different, you've heard the same things about your own children that you may have heard applied to yourself before. You would think this wouldn't be a big deal but, to some people, different is BAD. The quiet, inquisitive, looks can turn to sneers and mockery in the blink of an eye.
This hurts a lot when it happens and we retreat even more. I can't tell you how many times I thought I would be so much better off if I could either end it all, or lock myself away to go crazy. As I got older these thoughts helped to put me in bad situations where I could be violated and hurt. Not having the tools to know how to defend myself physically and vocally set the path for me to let my rapist go free without so much as a call to the cops. I had such low self esteem that I didn't think anyone would believe me over him. Years later, when I saw him in a restaurant I was going into, all I could do was stand there and shake. Again...I didn't have the courage.
My whole point in telling all of you all of this is very simple. I would bet money that each of you reading this have either felt these feelings yourself, or know someone who fits the description of the outcast...the loner. For those of you who made it through...BRAVO!!!!! It is an extremely hard time and one that you should be very proud of for making it through. For those who know exactly the kind of person I'm describing...how do you feel about the way you may have treated them? Do you regret it? Would you do things differently if you had the chance? For those whom we all know who never got the chance to realize their potential, their contribution to the world, I know how you felt. I felt the same way. I am eternally grateful to whatever it was that helped me through. That made me understand that this is my calling. That I really do have a purpose in life other than being someones verbal punching bag. You don't have to be an empath, sensitive, psychic, clairvoyant or anything else to understand that we are all here for a reason. My reason may not be yours...and that's okay. I no longer wish to be normal. I know exactly who I am and I am proud of it. I no longer hide what I can do. I don't have to. My biggest, sincerest, wish is that all of the special people in the next generation don't have to go through what myself, and others, had to. I hope you remember all this the next time you see someone talking to themselves, or averting their eyes, or simply moving away from you because they can't take the energy coming off of you. Remember...they may not be weird, or a freak or rude. They may simply be protecting themselves. Just food for thought...
Blessed Be )O(
Thursday, September 24, 2015
As if THAT weren't bad enough....
~Addendum~
I was also just informed that it is being said that "demons" were attached to the Constantino's and that this may have had something to do with this horrible situation.
My response to this "theory"....get your head out of your bum! Seriously? Have you ever head of domestic violence? Do you know the stats? Well, hell....these "demons" sure are a busy bunch if they can take credit for even 10% of the abuse cases in America alone. I didn't think it was possible for me to be more disgusted than I already was, but I am. Congratulations to the imbecile who came up with this one. You have rendered me speechless.
I was also just informed that it is being said that "demons" were attached to the Constantino's and that this may have had something to do with this horrible situation.
My response to this "theory"....get your head out of your bum! Seriously? Have you ever head of domestic violence? Do you know the stats? Well, hell....these "demons" sure are a busy bunch if they can take credit for even 10% of the abuse cases in America alone. I didn't think it was possible for me to be more disgusted than I already was, but I am. Congratulations to the imbecile who came up with this one. You have rendered me speechless.
We ain't all fame hungry douchebags...
Well...I'm sure the title says it all, but I will go ahead and post this blog anyway. In the wake of the horrible tragedy that took the lives of three people, the Constantinos and Debby Constantinos roommate, a whole lot of pooh has come out of the woodwork. I'm sure you have all heard that saying "The cream rises to the top"? Well...so does scum. It builds and builds slowly covering the surface of things blocking out the air and sunlight till all you have is darkness.
That is what these people are to me. Those "paranormal investigators" who have become so hungry for fame and notoriety that they are willing to tinkle all over the idea that a family may be grieving and in need of peace. I've seen it all over social media how certain people find it in "good taste" and "is significant to the field" the idea of going to the murder scenes of these people and to try to connect with them. I've even heard people say that is the best time to gather evidence...24 hours after a person dies.
Can I call bullshit on this one? Is that unladylike of me? Oh well, if it is then so be it! I never claimed to be ladylike, anyway. Fact of the matter is NO ONE has ever proven that 24 hours is the best time to gather evidence...EVER. In fact, it has been argued that this would be the worst time due to the fact that there may be some confusion in the passing, especially in a case that is fueled by trauma, fear and rage. I'm putting my money on this theory. If that were the case, the 24 hour thingy, most sensitive's would never get a moments peace.
TRUST ME.
It's been my experience, in my umpteen years doing this, that time not only heals all wounds (for the most part) but it also loosens lips and enables a spirit to feel more comfortable in communicating. If this isn't reason enough to allow a respectable amount of time to pass before disrupting a family's time of grief how about this reason...it's the RIGHT THING TO DO. It's the non-dickhead thing to do. It's the DECENT and RESPECTFUL thing to do. Put your own wants and needs on the back burner and offer a prayer to the family. Send love and light. Plant a tree in the victims honor. Speak out against domestic violence and donate to a battered woman's shelter. In other words...GIVE SOMETHING BACK that does not benefit you in the least, save the good feeling you get for honoring another's life and contribution to a field you "love".
There...I've said it. Remember this the next time you see someone post about wanting to do something so distasteful. Put yourself in the family's place and think of how you would feel if people descended on you like vultures. Remember this the next time you have to defend your involvement in the paranormal field because of peoples misguided views on it. This is the very thing that makes people wince at the thought of what we do. It's one of the things that make people look down on us as a whole. That...and those who fake evidence. Damn...don't even get me started on that!
Anyway...rant over. I'm all yelled out. I hope, sincerely, that you have a wonderful day/night wherever you are. (((HUGS)))
Blessed Be )()(
That is what these people are to me. Those "paranormal investigators" who have become so hungry for fame and notoriety that they are willing to tinkle all over the idea that a family may be grieving and in need of peace. I've seen it all over social media how certain people find it in "good taste" and "is significant to the field" the idea of going to the murder scenes of these people and to try to connect with them. I've even heard people say that is the best time to gather evidence...24 hours after a person dies.
Can I call bullshit on this one? Is that unladylike of me? Oh well, if it is then so be it! I never claimed to be ladylike, anyway. Fact of the matter is NO ONE has ever proven that 24 hours is the best time to gather evidence...EVER. In fact, it has been argued that this would be the worst time due to the fact that there may be some confusion in the passing, especially in a case that is fueled by trauma, fear and rage. I'm putting my money on this theory. If that were the case, the 24 hour thingy, most sensitive's would never get a moments peace.
TRUST ME.
It's been my experience, in my umpteen years doing this, that time not only heals all wounds (for the most part) but it also loosens lips and enables a spirit to feel more comfortable in communicating. If this isn't reason enough to allow a respectable amount of time to pass before disrupting a family's time of grief how about this reason...it's the RIGHT THING TO DO. It's the non-dickhead thing to do. It's the DECENT and RESPECTFUL thing to do. Put your own wants and needs on the back burner and offer a prayer to the family. Send love and light. Plant a tree in the victims honor. Speak out against domestic violence and donate to a battered woman's shelter. In other words...GIVE SOMETHING BACK that does not benefit you in the least, save the good feeling you get for honoring another's life and contribution to a field you "love".
There...I've said it. Remember this the next time you see someone post about wanting to do something so distasteful. Put yourself in the family's place and think of how you would feel if people descended on you like vultures. Remember this the next time you have to defend your involvement in the paranormal field because of peoples misguided views on it. This is the very thing that makes people wince at the thought of what we do. It's one of the things that make people look down on us as a whole. That...and those who fake evidence. Damn...don't even get me started on that!
Anyway...rant over. I'm all yelled out. I hope, sincerely, that you have a wonderful day/night wherever you are. (((HUGS)))
Blessed Be )()(
Thursday, September 17, 2015
"Techie" Witch....muahahaha
I thought I would chat about something just a little bit different today. Something I'm sure most of you have dabbled with, so maybe you can share some of your wisdom on here with me? (eager happy face)
I though we would discuss the connection between the old ways of "the craft" and the new technology we have today. the two can intertwine in a most useful and beautiful way if you venture to give it a try.
I suppose the best way to do this is to give you an example of what I mean...so here it goes...
I have a very dear friend who had some real bad energy directed her way. You know the kind I'm talking about, right? The kind that can make you feel unbelievably down and drained. That can make you so incredibly tired that all you want to do is sleep but the burden of even doing that is just too much because your mind will not rest. You go about your daily business, exhausted and unmotivated, with the weight of the attachment hanging just inches behind you sucking you dry. I know his all sounds very melodramatic, but anyone who has had this happen to them knows this is an apt description. A mutual friend sent me a picture where she believed the attachment was visible...and it was. Vividly. So vivid that immediately when I looked at it I couldn't NOT see it. I responded back with a sketch of what I saw and it fit what she had seen too.
Well...anyone who knows me know that I DO NOT take a situation like this lightly, however, living in another state I was limited in what I could do about it...or so I thought. In another time, another place, that may have been the case. But this is 2015, baby! Where I normally would need some personal article from the perpetrator of this offense in order to block/bind them from doing any additional harm, in this day and age that simply isn't the case. All I needed was their name, a current photo, my note and my handy stylus pen. I will not disclose what I did or how I did it. Not on your life. let's just say my karma is intact.
My point is although I still prefer the old ways of candle magic, incense, circle and chant....sometimes a working woman just doesn't have the time. Use what you got...make the best of it...don't lose your ethics and morals in the process...remember and consider your own karma...and last, but not least...USE GOOD JUDGEMENT. You cannot help yourself, or a loved one, if you lose your head.
Blessed Be )()(
I though we would discuss the connection between the old ways of "the craft" and the new technology we have today. the two can intertwine in a most useful and beautiful way if you venture to give it a try.
I suppose the best way to do this is to give you an example of what I mean...so here it goes...
I have a very dear friend who had some real bad energy directed her way. You know the kind I'm talking about, right? The kind that can make you feel unbelievably down and drained. That can make you so incredibly tired that all you want to do is sleep but the burden of even doing that is just too much because your mind will not rest. You go about your daily business, exhausted and unmotivated, with the weight of the attachment hanging just inches behind you sucking you dry. I know his all sounds very melodramatic, but anyone who has had this happen to them knows this is an apt description. A mutual friend sent me a picture where she believed the attachment was visible...and it was. Vividly. So vivid that immediately when I looked at it I couldn't NOT see it. I responded back with a sketch of what I saw and it fit what she had seen too.
Well...anyone who knows me know that I DO NOT take a situation like this lightly, however, living in another state I was limited in what I could do about it...or so I thought. In another time, another place, that may have been the case. But this is 2015, baby! Where I normally would need some personal article from the perpetrator of this offense in order to block/bind them from doing any additional harm, in this day and age that simply isn't the case. All I needed was their name, a current photo, my note and my handy stylus pen. I will not disclose what I did or how I did it. Not on your life. let's just say my karma is intact.
My point is although I still prefer the old ways of candle magic, incense, circle and chant....sometimes a working woman just doesn't have the time. Use what you got...make the best of it...don't lose your ethics and morals in the process...remember and consider your own karma...and last, but not least...USE GOOD JUDGEMENT. You cannot help yourself, or a loved one, if you lose your head.
Blessed Be )()(
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
For the little guy...
I'm sitting here thinking of everything that has gone down today...good and bad. While I'm not happy I had to handle this the way I did, I'm surprised and humbled by the support I got.
Thank you!!! It's such a small thing to say for how people came to my defense, but I have no other word for it. I don't expect anyone to chose a side, nor do I expect anyone to participate in any mud slinging. I really don't. All I wanted, really, was for one brief moment for peoples eyes to be opened. For them to really see what's going on out there. I was friends with this group. I followed them...took up for them when they were attacked (supposedly) by other groups. Yet they wished me harm. I still don't understand. For what it's worth...I do believe there can be unity in this field as long as egos are checked at the door. Lord knows mine is. I will be the first to tell someone to question me. To verify what I'm saying in a reading. Anyway...that's all I wanted to say. Today...I chose to stand up against all the crap flying about. I tried to be the voice for the little guy...the small teams...the freaks who talk to ghost like I do. I hope I did y'all proud!!! Love you all!!
Thank you!!! It's such a small thing to say for how people came to my defense, but I have no other word for it. I don't expect anyone to chose a side, nor do I expect anyone to participate in any mud slinging. I really don't. All I wanted, really, was for one brief moment for peoples eyes to be opened. For them to really see what's going on out there. I was friends with this group. I followed them...took up for them when they were attacked (supposedly) by other groups. Yet they wished me harm. I still don't understand. For what it's worth...I do believe there can be unity in this field as long as egos are checked at the door. Lord knows mine is. I will be the first to tell someone to question me. To verify what I'm saying in a reading. Anyway...that's all I wanted to say. Today...I chose to stand up against all the crap flying about. I tried to be the voice for the little guy...the small teams...the freaks who talk to ghost like I do. I hope I did y'all proud!!! Love you all!!
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Telling it like it is...
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Monday, September 14, 2015
This is my dance space...this is your dance space...
Let's talk a moment about negativity and the effect it can have on you. We all would love to believe that we, the magical creatures that we are, can go through life protected and safe and viewing the world through rose colored glasses. Well......
That would be just dandy, wouldn't it? Unfortunately that just isn't the case. Everything we come into contact with on a daily basis, every person, every situation, has an effect on us....positive or negative. This can be unbelievably overwhelming and incredibly draining. When you are just beginning to understand your purpose and your inner power you are the most vulnerable to these types of situations. It doesn't really matter if the situation is paranormal or of the mundane variety, either.
What I've found that helps me the most, and this goes along with the previous post about shielding techniques, is not only shielding or blocking the negative energy...but reflecting it away from you. Imagine surrounding yourself with mirrors, if you will. In a work situation this works especially well because it takes the pressure off you caused by others and better allows you to do your job, therefore minimizing any negative energy directed your way overall.
In a paranormal or magical situation, it has much the same effect only it tends to be more specific, more concentrated. Packs a much bigger punch. This is especially good to use on investigations if you are going to a place that is known for hostile energy. I should use my own advice on this, to be honest. Lol. Instead I stay "open" and let the chips fall where they may. The times I have used it I have been very pleased with the results. While I won't disclose my own personal choice of words in summoning this reflective shield, I can say that if you try it...be as specific as possible in regards to what you wish to obtain. Whether it's having another's negative energy bounce off you and be directed back at them or whether it's simply "vaporizing" the energy before it reaches you...be specific. There simply is no reason to mince words. Remember...the area in which you reside is YOURS. It is your responsibility to keep it clean and tidy.
Blessed Be )()(
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Get to know me...
Just a real quick message, here. Lol. Get to know me and all about my books on my YouTube channel under Vanesa Renee Hogle!!!
Monday, September 7, 2015
The tool box...
I was on twitter today discussing a particular topic with someone when the subject of shielding came up. This made me think this is as good a time as any to go ahead and write a blog on the subject sine I have been approached recently about mentoring and tutoring on the subject. Since my schedule doesn't really allow the extra time for too much "one on one" interaction. I thought a blog on it would be helpful to those in need.
When I was first learning how to handle the information being thrown at me, I listened to everybody. I tried every way to block/shield that I was told to just to see if it would work. None of it did. The closest way that was described to me was "bricking" myself in. That meant I was to visualize myself literally being surrounded by bricks, one by one, that started at my feet and continued up until they reached the top of my head, leaving only my face uncovered. I think this would have worked, too, if I weren't so claustrophobic. Lol. Needless to say, the thought of being so constricted was too much for me to bear. I tried a multitude of other ways that were less constrictive but these weren't strong enough. That's when I finally realized what the problem was. It wasn't that these ways didn't work, because they worked just fine for other people. The problem was me. I needed to find my own comfort zone. I needed to look deep within myself and find a way that I felt was just for me.
I did exactly that in the most surprising way. I took my worst fear...spiders...and used the very thing they produce to be my shield. I imagine myself being encased in a web from toes to head, again, leaving my face uncovered. When i do this it allows me to muffle the information coming in without completely blocking every thing out. I really believe that is another reason I was having such difficulty with shielding in the first place. You see, I don't want to block it all out because I may miss something. Not too mention, I have been down that road before where I have done that and felt like I were dying a slow death. This technique may not be for everybody, but it works for me like gold. For those who would like additional instruction on how to do this, or to figure out a way that would work best for you, hit me up by DM on twitter. I'll help any way I can!
Blessed Be )()(
When I was first learning how to handle the information being thrown at me, I listened to everybody. I tried every way to block/shield that I was told to just to see if it would work. None of it did. The closest way that was described to me was "bricking" myself in. That meant I was to visualize myself literally being surrounded by bricks, one by one, that started at my feet and continued up until they reached the top of my head, leaving only my face uncovered. I think this would have worked, too, if I weren't so claustrophobic. Lol. Needless to say, the thought of being so constricted was too much for me to bear. I tried a multitude of other ways that were less constrictive but these weren't strong enough. That's when I finally realized what the problem was. It wasn't that these ways didn't work, because they worked just fine for other people. The problem was me. I needed to find my own comfort zone. I needed to look deep within myself and find a way that I felt was just for me.
I did exactly that in the most surprising way. I took my worst fear...spiders...and used the very thing they produce to be my shield. I imagine myself being encased in a web from toes to head, again, leaving my face uncovered. When i do this it allows me to muffle the information coming in without completely blocking every thing out. I really believe that is another reason I was having such difficulty with shielding in the first place. You see, I don't want to block it all out because I may miss something. Not too mention, I have been down that road before where I have done that and felt like I were dying a slow death. This technique may not be for everybody, but it works for me like gold. For those who would like additional instruction on how to do this, or to figure out a way that would work best for you, hit me up by DM on twitter. I'll help any way I can!
Blessed Be )()(
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Leap of faith....
Hi everyone!!! I know it's been a cool minute since I've written a blog, but I've been kind of busy. Lol. I decided to do a little something different here and just tell you about myself...kind of a "get to know me" thing. I figured it was way past due since I've been hollering about my books this whole time.
First, I do write under my real name, which is Vanessa Hogle. I don't have a whole lot of imagination when it comes to things like that. If I were to make one up it would probably sound like a cross between a porn star and a cartoon character from the forties! Lol. So...yeah...just plain old Vanessa.
I am a single mom of the most fabulous twelve year old son (almost the big 13) that ever lived. He is truly my rock and my reason for doing everything that I do. I am a dental assistant by trade who moonlights as a waitress on the weekends. Not necessarily because I want to work seven days a week, but because that's the only way a single mom can make it in today's world. I want to provide the absolute best for my child, but I fall short daily...although if you said that to him he'd probably punch you. He thinks I'm fabulous. Bless him.
I like what I do, but I don't LOVE what I do. That's where the books and investigating come in. I absolutely LOVE doing that!! It has cost me in my life, my passion for the paranormal, but not the things that matter most. My son looks up to me and is astounded by all that I have accomplished in the last year. I'm not sure if he thinks it's going to make us rich but he wouldn't care if it didn't. He says I'm happy for the first time in my life. When your child tells you that they can actually see the difference, you listen...and you listen good. He has sacrificed as much as I by not having me around like other moms but I do my best to make every moment we have together special. I do work a lot, but I am never too tired for him. Ever.
If you had asked me five years ago if I had thought any of this was possible I would have laughed, said no way, and went back to being partially dead inside. That thought frightens me. The fact that I almost gave in to the fear of putting myself out there. Granted...I have made some enemies by doing this. There are those out there who would rather wack me than to look at me, and that's ok. For every one of them there are ten others that they would have to get through to do it. So, yes...there have been some down sides. However...the upsides more than make up for anything negative that I have had to go through. I have met people I would NEVER have known otherwise. People that were brought into my life and are meant to be there till the end. People who truly care about me and the things I've been through and the things we will go through together. Friends who are every bit as much as family to me even though the same blood doesn't run through our veins.
This is living, people. I was existing before, but now I am LIVING. I took that chance, scary as it was, and jumped off the cliff to see if I could really fly...and you know what? I can.
And so can you, my lovelies...
*Blessed Be* )()(
First, I do write under my real name, which is Vanessa Hogle. I don't have a whole lot of imagination when it comes to things like that. If I were to make one up it would probably sound like a cross between a porn star and a cartoon character from the forties! Lol. So...yeah...just plain old Vanessa.
I am a single mom of the most fabulous twelve year old son (almost the big 13) that ever lived. He is truly my rock and my reason for doing everything that I do. I am a dental assistant by trade who moonlights as a waitress on the weekends. Not necessarily because I want to work seven days a week, but because that's the only way a single mom can make it in today's world. I want to provide the absolute best for my child, but I fall short daily...although if you said that to him he'd probably punch you. He thinks I'm fabulous. Bless him.
I like what I do, but I don't LOVE what I do. That's where the books and investigating come in. I absolutely LOVE doing that!! It has cost me in my life, my passion for the paranormal, but not the things that matter most. My son looks up to me and is astounded by all that I have accomplished in the last year. I'm not sure if he thinks it's going to make us rich but he wouldn't care if it didn't. He says I'm happy for the first time in my life. When your child tells you that they can actually see the difference, you listen...and you listen good. He has sacrificed as much as I by not having me around like other moms but I do my best to make every moment we have together special. I do work a lot, but I am never too tired for him. Ever.
If you had asked me five years ago if I had thought any of this was possible I would have laughed, said no way, and went back to being partially dead inside. That thought frightens me. The fact that I almost gave in to the fear of putting myself out there. Granted...I have made some enemies by doing this. There are those out there who would rather wack me than to look at me, and that's ok. For every one of them there are ten others that they would have to get through to do it. So, yes...there have been some down sides. However...the upsides more than make up for anything negative that I have had to go through. I have met people I would NEVER have known otherwise. People that were brought into my life and are meant to be there till the end. People who truly care about me and the things I've been through and the things we will go through together. Friends who are every bit as much as family to me even though the same blood doesn't run through our veins.
This is living, people. I was existing before, but now I am LIVING. I took that chance, scary as it was, and jumped off the cliff to see if I could really fly...and you know what? I can.
And so can you, my lovelies...
*Blessed Be* )()(
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