Okay, folks...prepare yourself cause I'm feeling a lil sassy. I've been chatting with some of my peeps, privately, about the things that have been going on lately. Things on social media and such. Those with a tender heart, turn away...you may not want to read any further. Those who are just too damn curious as to what I have to say...proceed.
Today, kiddos, we are going to talk about boundaries. You know what I mean, right? That invisible line that we pray people don't cross because we don't like to be mean or bitchy? Yeah...that thing. Well...it's been happening ALOT lately. It's an epidemic in this field, we know. We have also ALL been there. We've all wanted to play a role, however small, in the paranormal world way before we actually did. But there is a difference...a pretty big one. We didn't hound people day and night. We didn't approach people to become part of their team when they had absolutely NO REASON to trust us.
You see, that's what it boils down to again. TRUST. This is a very precarious field to be in. You are constantly under the microscope. Not a day goes by when someone else isn't waiting for you to screw up so they can call you out on it just to make their team or organization look better. This, my friends, is the reason for the privacy. For the wariness. For the BOUNDARIES we set up. It takes an awful lot of time to build up that kind of trust, and mere minutes to rip it apart.
Most of us are very private people, regardless of what you see on social media. Sure, we post pics and chat people up. Of course we do readings, remote view and look at pics for people. Most of us have gifts of some sort and we do our best to share those with others. On our own time. We all have jobs, families, personal lives and other shit that needs our attention. We don't share every little thing we can do on social media because it makes us targets. Not only targets for skeptics who want us to validate our own existence, but targets for people who want to be us. Truth is, I believe most of the people out there can do, pretty much, the same things we can paranormally speaking. But we can't walk you through it. We help when we can but, for the most part, it's something you have to figure out yourself. We simply can't do it for you. I can only speak for myself when I say that if I did that, for every request I got daily, it would be my full time job without pay. Just a tip...none of us can afford that.
So please...stop following us, asking us to follow you, then blocking us when you don't get a prompt response like you wanted. We don't care about our numbers, just our credibility. If you're the type of person who operates in that matter then you would only hurt all we have worked so hard to accomplish.
Blessed Be )O(
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Wishes...
As the year 2015 winds down to a close, I remember the different obstacles I had to hurdle and the decisions that I made. I have no regrets, truly. I know that everything happens for a reason. Even if, sometimes, that reason does not seem as clear as it could be you still have to have faith. You have to believe in the process.
That's what this blog is about. Believing. Believing in yourself. Believing in others who have proven themselves and taking a chance on those who haven't. Of giving yourself a chance to fail or fly. Removing the boundaries that have taken hold of your soul and seeing things as you want them to be. As you know they CAN be. Words and thoughts are power. I've said it before. That is one of my goals for this new year. To visualize the future I want and then see it through. It takes the same amount of energy to see the good as it does to see the bad. Remember that. Never be the victim of circumstance, especially if it is self induced by bad choices made by you. While this might get you attention you feel you deserve, is it really the attention you want? No, thank you. Not this gal. Always better to be viewed as the fighter who is hard as hell to knock down, not the one who needs help getting up. Believe you are unstoppable and you will be.
As you review your year, and I hope you do, think about all the lessons you have learned and how you can apply your new knowledge in the upcoming year. How can you contribute to make this world a better place with what you know now. I know it may seem as if I'm too idealistic but, in fact, I'm not. If we've learned anything this year we've learned you reap what you sew. Normally this saying has negative connotations, true. But it can also be positive. If it's true that you bring negative upon you by acting in a negative fashion, then the opposite is just as true. If you live your life in a positive way then surely that is what you will attract. Maybe not as fast as you want it, but you will.
In our professional lives, those of us in the paranormal field, we have seen this in spades. Every thought, word spoken and action taken has a consequence. Good or bad. As I slide into the new year this is ever present in my mind. How will I conduct myself to ensure that I have the most positive outcome possible? Will I allow myself to be swayed where my morals, ethics and beliefs can be compromised? I think not. I sure hope not.
This is my hope for all of us, this new year. That we make ourselves the example by which others can measure themselves. Not just me...all of us. Be the type of people whom others put their trust into and never give them reason to question it. Set the bar high for yourselves. Aim for it. Want it. Make yourself a part of the solution. If we all do this, the problem takes care of itself. I know how much this field means to all of us. I know how much it means to me. I want to see each and every one of us thrive because, if we do it on merit and honesty, we all reap the rewards. Think about that. Think about how different things would be if this simple step was taken, in all aspects of life. Professional and personal. I saw a saying once, it said..."Be the change you want to see in the world."
Such a simple, beautiful, and true, statement. Food for thought...
Blessed Be )O(
That's what this blog is about. Believing. Believing in yourself. Believing in others who have proven themselves and taking a chance on those who haven't. Of giving yourself a chance to fail or fly. Removing the boundaries that have taken hold of your soul and seeing things as you want them to be. As you know they CAN be. Words and thoughts are power. I've said it before. That is one of my goals for this new year. To visualize the future I want and then see it through. It takes the same amount of energy to see the good as it does to see the bad. Remember that. Never be the victim of circumstance, especially if it is self induced by bad choices made by you. While this might get you attention you feel you deserve, is it really the attention you want? No, thank you. Not this gal. Always better to be viewed as the fighter who is hard as hell to knock down, not the one who needs help getting up. Believe you are unstoppable and you will be.
As you review your year, and I hope you do, think about all the lessons you have learned and how you can apply your new knowledge in the upcoming year. How can you contribute to make this world a better place with what you know now. I know it may seem as if I'm too idealistic but, in fact, I'm not. If we've learned anything this year we've learned you reap what you sew. Normally this saying has negative connotations, true. But it can also be positive. If it's true that you bring negative upon you by acting in a negative fashion, then the opposite is just as true. If you live your life in a positive way then surely that is what you will attract. Maybe not as fast as you want it, but you will.
In our professional lives, those of us in the paranormal field, we have seen this in spades. Every thought, word spoken and action taken has a consequence. Good or bad. As I slide into the new year this is ever present in my mind. How will I conduct myself to ensure that I have the most positive outcome possible? Will I allow myself to be swayed where my morals, ethics and beliefs can be compromised? I think not. I sure hope not.
This is my hope for all of us, this new year. That we make ourselves the example by which others can measure themselves. Not just me...all of us. Be the type of people whom others put their trust into and never give them reason to question it. Set the bar high for yourselves. Aim for it. Want it. Make yourself a part of the solution. If we all do this, the problem takes care of itself. I know how much this field means to all of us. I know how much it means to me. I want to see each and every one of us thrive because, if we do it on merit and honesty, we all reap the rewards. Think about that. Think about how different things would be if this simple step was taken, in all aspects of life. Professional and personal. I saw a saying once, it said..."Be the change you want to see in the world."
Such a simple, beautiful, and true, statement. Food for thought...
Blessed Be )O(
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Solitary
I'm sorry I've been away for a while. Life has been rather crazy and I honestly had to take a smidge of a break. I was doing exactly that, resting after work a bit, when a friend on twitter responded to a pic I had posted and we talked a bit about the spiritual side of life. It reminded me that I am not the only one who has difficulty in fitting in and expressing myself when it comes to things of a spiritual nature.
You see, as I've stated before, regardless of the fact that there are plenty of mystical and paranormal shows on television, those of us who "walk the walk" still have trouble fitting into society. Probably because we view the world in a slightly different way and, as we all know, different is bad. Right?
Big fat WRONG.
Different is not only good, it is necessary. Different is what changes the world. Now...I want you to think about what I am saying. Really think about it. I bet the people who first accidentally "invented" beer were thought to be crazy. I mean, lets face it...how hard must it have been to get the others to drink such a concoction in the beginning? Or the person who first came up with penicillin? Acupuncture? Psychology? The high rope? Motion pictures? The list really goes on and on and is way more in depth than the little bit I just listed.
My point is, All of these things wouldn't exist if somebody hadn't have went out on a limb and took a chance at looking like a fool. What the majority of us do, behind closed doors, is really no different. The ONLY difference is it used to be widely accepted and was commonly practiced out in the open...and now it's not. Wanna know why? Because someone told us it was BAD.
Well...I call bullshit on that one. Fact of the matter is people have been honoring the dead and communicating with them far longer than any of us have been alive. Rituals have been created for it. Entire communities have participated in it. Individuals have been sought out for it. This is what we DO.
Sure, there are some out there who have given us a bad name. No worries...we know who they are and will deal with them accordingly. There are also those who wish to exploit...see above statement as to their fate. These are obstacles we knowingly meet head on and with as much piss and vinegar as we can muster. Why, you ask? Why do we accept the scorn? The funny looks? The chuckles behind our backs? Because we believe in what we are doing and do not need your approval.
Okay...now that I've had my say on the matter...for those who are having difficulty in finding your place or your comfort zone...this next part is for you.
First...don't hide who you are if you don't absolutely have to. You're beautiful. OWN IT.
Second...trust yourself. Listen to your gut when it speaks to you. Write down or draw what you see/hear/feel/smell/taste. Keep records of it.
Third...don't be afraid to be wrong. No one is ever right all the time. NO ONE.
Fourth...don't ever believe anyone who says they are. They are lying.
Fifth...do what I do. If I see someone in my head I draw them, then I post it on twitter or facebook. I do this in hopes of finding the person I'm supposed to contact. I simply do not care if I look weird anymore.
Sixth...you are your own best teacher. What works for others may not work for you. Draw your own conclusions. you will see a pattern emerge that is unique to you. Do not doubt yourself and your ability to broaden your mind and open your soul. You can do this...I KNOW YOU CAN.
Blessed Be )O(
You see, as I've stated before, regardless of the fact that there are plenty of mystical and paranormal shows on television, those of us who "walk the walk" still have trouble fitting into society. Probably because we view the world in a slightly different way and, as we all know, different is bad. Right?
Big fat WRONG.
Different is not only good, it is necessary. Different is what changes the world. Now...I want you to think about what I am saying. Really think about it. I bet the people who first accidentally "invented" beer were thought to be crazy. I mean, lets face it...how hard must it have been to get the others to drink such a concoction in the beginning? Or the person who first came up with penicillin? Acupuncture? Psychology? The high rope? Motion pictures? The list really goes on and on and is way more in depth than the little bit I just listed.
My point is, All of these things wouldn't exist if somebody hadn't have went out on a limb and took a chance at looking like a fool. What the majority of us do, behind closed doors, is really no different. The ONLY difference is it used to be widely accepted and was commonly practiced out in the open...and now it's not. Wanna know why? Because someone told us it was BAD.
Well...I call bullshit on that one. Fact of the matter is people have been honoring the dead and communicating with them far longer than any of us have been alive. Rituals have been created for it. Entire communities have participated in it. Individuals have been sought out for it. This is what we DO.
Sure, there are some out there who have given us a bad name. No worries...we know who they are and will deal with them accordingly. There are also those who wish to exploit...see above statement as to their fate. These are obstacles we knowingly meet head on and with as much piss and vinegar as we can muster. Why, you ask? Why do we accept the scorn? The funny looks? The chuckles behind our backs? Because we believe in what we are doing and do not need your approval.
Okay...now that I've had my say on the matter...for those who are having difficulty in finding your place or your comfort zone...this next part is for you.
First...don't hide who you are if you don't absolutely have to. You're beautiful. OWN IT.
Second...trust yourself. Listen to your gut when it speaks to you. Write down or draw what you see/hear/feel/smell/taste. Keep records of it.
Third...don't be afraid to be wrong. No one is ever right all the time. NO ONE.
Fourth...don't ever believe anyone who says they are. They are lying.
Fifth...do what I do. If I see someone in my head I draw them, then I post it on twitter or facebook. I do this in hopes of finding the person I'm supposed to contact. I simply do not care if I look weird anymore.
Sixth...you are your own best teacher. What works for others may not work for you. Draw your own conclusions. you will see a pattern emerge that is unique to you. Do not doubt yourself and your ability to broaden your mind and open your soul. You can do this...I KNOW YOU CAN.
Blessed Be )O(
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Past, Present...Future...
I was talking to a dear friend tonight about past lives. We've had some pretty decent discussions about the idea on here, my friends, and I've enjoyed it immensely. I would like to take a minute tell you about one of my possible lives. One that I won't know fully about until I can see the area, in person, for myself. Do you know where I'm talking about? Do ya??? Lol.
Romania, my lovelies!
Yes, Romania. There are many reasons I feel such a pull to this area of the world. Sure...I feel it would feed my gypsy soul. Now...this may or may not be a good thing, depending on who you are talking to. I know it would be divine. I have a connection to a legend, a hero, of the region that I can't deny and I sincerely wish to know more. You see, many moons ago I had a friend purchase me a book shelf...sight unseen...from a thrift store. She brought it back to my job, covered in an inch layer of dust and filth. I gave her the money and slipped it into my trunk.
I finished out my work day, as usual, not really giving it much thought except for knowing it was going to take ALOT of elbow grease to get it looking decent. But, hey, I was poor and needed furniture so I wasn't about to complain over my ten dollar investment. After I got home, and started to clean it, I began to notice the beauty in its simple lines. The way the sides folded out and the shelves folded down was unique to me. I had never really seen anything like it. As I began to get off the last bit of grime under the bottom shelf, I felt something. I turned it over and there, on the underside of the bottom shelf, was a tag. A shipping tag. I flipped it on it's side and took a closer look. I felt my heart lodge in my throat as I realized what I was looking at.
The shipping tag had Vlad Tepes raised, embossed face on it. This book shelf was from Romania. Now, I know I may have written about this before when I talked about my affinity for vampires and such, but what I didn't disclose at the time was my complete fascination with Vlad. Very few people know about this so I can't really believe I'm telling ya'll. Lol. I used to dream about him when I was little. I was never really bothered by the things he had to do during his time on this earth. I've always felt rather close to him and wondered why others couldn't understand that he only did what he knew he had to do to protect his people.
All of this was solidified in my mind when I received this gift. I can only think of it as such because the odds of lil ol' me being blessed with such a find is simply too much to believe. I feel it was meant to find me. Was meant to be mine...again. Not just the shelf, but his image, hidden under layers of dust and grime, was meant to come back to me. Had I known him? Were we close? Was a child who, through his violence, he had protected or was I a lover? Was I him. These things go through my mind and leave me to wonder if I will ever have the answers. I have to believe that someday I will. That I will sit, quietly, as he tells me his story. I have to believe that.
Blessed Be )O(
Romania, my lovelies!
Yes, Romania. There are many reasons I feel such a pull to this area of the world. Sure...I feel it would feed my gypsy soul. Now...this may or may not be a good thing, depending on who you are talking to. I know it would be divine. I have a connection to a legend, a hero, of the region that I can't deny and I sincerely wish to know more. You see, many moons ago I had a friend purchase me a book shelf...sight unseen...from a thrift store. She brought it back to my job, covered in an inch layer of dust and filth. I gave her the money and slipped it into my trunk.
I finished out my work day, as usual, not really giving it much thought except for knowing it was going to take ALOT of elbow grease to get it looking decent. But, hey, I was poor and needed furniture so I wasn't about to complain over my ten dollar investment. After I got home, and started to clean it, I began to notice the beauty in its simple lines. The way the sides folded out and the shelves folded down was unique to me. I had never really seen anything like it. As I began to get off the last bit of grime under the bottom shelf, I felt something. I turned it over and there, on the underside of the bottom shelf, was a tag. A shipping tag. I flipped it on it's side and took a closer look. I felt my heart lodge in my throat as I realized what I was looking at.
The shipping tag had Vlad Tepes raised, embossed face on it. This book shelf was from Romania. Now, I know I may have written about this before when I talked about my affinity for vampires and such, but what I didn't disclose at the time was my complete fascination with Vlad. Very few people know about this so I can't really believe I'm telling ya'll. Lol. I used to dream about him when I was little. I was never really bothered by the things he had to do during his time on this earth. I've always felt rather close to him and wondered why others couldn't understand that he only did what he knew he had to do to protect his people.
All of this was solidified in my mind when I received this gift. I can only think of it as such because the odds of lil ol' me being blessed with such a find is simply too much to believe. I feel it was meant to find me. Was meant to be mine...again. Not just the shelf, but his image, hidden under layers of dust and grime, was meant to come back to me. Had I known him? Were we close? Was a child who, through his violence, he had protected or was I a lover? Was I him. These things go through my mind and leave me to wonder if I will ever have the answers. I have to believe that someday I will. That I will sit, quietly, as he tells me his story. I have to believe that.
Blessed Be )O(
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