Wednesday, August 8, 2007


I was saved once. It lasted about 1 1/2 years. Then Spirit (not holy, just regular) released me from that experience. I had gained all the knowledge I was going to. There was nothing else to glean from that abyss. The darkness of ignorance also known as fundamentalism (pick a religious dogma to wrap it around, but my poison of choice was Christianity) instills fear in order to gain control. The truth could set them free, but it is not freedom they want so much as someone to tell them what to do. They want to relinquish control. Let go, let God, but don't make me think too hard, don't make me have to contemplate who and what I am . . . too much work.

The idea of salvation is an ironic and paradoxical one. Kill the infidels in order to save them from themselves. The inquisition has always bothered me. Convert or die . . . interesting choice given the idea of Christian love and compassion. What was that about love your neighbor, love god?

What was I saved for, what was I saved from? Who exactly said I was born in a state of sin? What sin? But, then, sin, repent, find salvation, and be born again. I know I am born again, and again, and again. It's called reincarnation. Jesus knew it, but then it got written out of that book of books and truth took a nose-dive. They have issues of control. The whole concept of sin, possible damnation, and the need for salvation had more to do with mortal control rather than one's immortal soul.

In Christianity, the handing of sins over to Jesus and getting forgiveness allows for all sorts of indiscretions against self and others. Why not? You can "sin," repent, and ask for forgiveness and be absolved. It's like having a perpetual get-out-of-jail card. And it alleviates the need for personal responsibility or to ask for forgiveness from the wronged party, even if that is self.

Where does the idea that everyone has sinned come from? Men and especially the men who wrote the dogma and doctrine of the church. Fear of death and ignorance of the true nature of the spirit and The Spirit, lead men to create such falsehoods---they used fear to control and profit from others. They created a fear-based scenario (fiction) so that people would want to follow them in order to gain salvation and have immortal life. (Sounds a lot like the current US administration . . . ).

Problem is, we have that anyway since our true nature, our true substance is spiritual, not physical. Physical is transient; spiritual is forever. There is no sin, there are no sinners, there is no death, there are no dead. They wrote it right even if Jesus didn't say it: love each other, love god/dess.


Thursday, July 26, 2007

Portrait of the Spirit as a Young Man (or Woman)

I read the obituaries every day to see if anyone I know has transitioned. Sometimes, there is someone with an interesting life story. Many of the accompanying pictures are of the people in a younger time. Today, for example, in the paper is the picture of a smiling fresh-faced woman in a nurse’s cap. She looks as though she is in her early 20s. The obituary indicates that she passed at age 87.

I wonder how her life was in the intervening years, between the promising future of her youth and the fulfilled past of her last days. Some people don’t like that the picture portrays the person in their younger days. Today, I realized for the first time how very appropriate it is to publish the youthful photo. When people transition to the other side, they tend to look as they did at their best.

When I give a reading, oftentimes a person who died in her later years appears as she did just prior to her passing so that sitters can more readily identify her. As the reading progresses, oftentimes the spirit starts to show her visage at a younger, more vibrant time in her earth-based life.

I once had a woman in spirit who at first appeared quite old, faced etched with lines. After being properly identified by the sitter, she giggled and said, “but I prefer this” and she appeared as a young girl with braids in a beautiful white dress covered in ruffles. The sitter seemed to recall having seen a picture of this younger version of the woman.

Some indigenous peoples around the world do not allow their photos to be taken, believing that the process would steal their spirits, capturing these forever in the photographic image. Sometime, though, a photo will be taken of you that will reflect the best physical you you can be. It will, indeed, capture the image of the spirit you you will become one day.

So, next time you see a youthful picture beside the obit of a very old person, remember: the photo may be indicative of how he or she actually looks at this very moment.


Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Starbucks Angel

Starbucks Angel

We are surrounded by angels. Although we don't see their wings, they are everywhere. There is the smiling angel who says good morning on the way to work. There are angels who hold the door for a mother with two small children and a heavy grocery bag. There is the angel who listens when no one else will; maybe that angel simply allowed someone to share a moment, maybe that angel saved a life. Then there might be an angel who shows up at an accident just in time to pull a survivor from burning wreckage. We never know which angels are of this plane and which are visiting, momentarily, from elsewhere.

I had had a very difficult day. Details are unimportant, and best forgotten. The lost details delivered me to the moment of angelic blessings.

I suddenly had a need for Paul McCartney's new cd, Memory Almost Full. Only Starbucks is carrying it, so I headed there. As I entered, I must have looked like I felt . . . exhausted, a little defeated, frustrated . . . the woman behind the counter welcomed me in a Jamaican accent that warmed my soul. I picked the cd from the rack at the counter and asked for a latte. She said, “don't worry I'll make you a special latte.” With that, she turned and worked her beverage mixing magic. I paid and she handed it to me, saying something about now I would feel better, now this was just for me. Thanking her, I turned and walked from the store.

I looked at the cup . . . this is what it said:

"In reality, hell is not such an intention of God as it is an invention of man. God is love and people are precious. Authentic truth is not so much taught or learned as it is remembered. Somewhere in your pre-incarnate consciousness you were loved absolutely because you were. Loved absolutely, and in reality, you still are! Remember who you are!" (Bishop Carlton Pearson, Author, speaker, spiritual leader and recording artist)

I was amazed at the obvious selection of this cup, and went back inside to thank the woman for this uplifting message. She shook her head and said it was just the next one in the stack . . . it was a needed miracle and the woman, Debra, was my Starbucks Angel.

Now, you see, we must become the angels. The angel who smiles and says good morning, the angel who touches someone who has not been touched in a very long time. Maybe even the angel who helps in the crisis. We each and everyone must become angels.


Wednesday, June 27, 2007

The Scrambled Eggs Theory of Spirituality

As a child, I suddenly would know something as absolute truth that I had not really given any conscious thought to. For example, there was the Scrambled Eggs Theory of Spirituality. This is a name I made up because I needed to call it something to file in my head. I know it was Roger (my spirit guide) who used this analogy to explain an important concept I needed to become familiar with.

The explanation Roger imparted to me was made as simple as possible, since at that young age, more advanced concepts would have been hard for me to follow. Apparently, because one of my favorite foods back then (and still) is scrambled eggs, that is the symbol Roger used to explain the Theory of Spirituality.

In some mythologies, it is believed that the universe sprung from an egg. Roger explained to me that the spiritual universe was like scrambled eggs, runny scrambled eggs to be exact. Think of the eggs all cracked open and whisked together in a bowl. They are still individual eggs but, at the same time, they are being mixed together to become one big eggness. As these cook, they form into one mass, but because these are runny eggs, some of these, though still attached, stream away from the mass of eggs. When a child is born, that little runny part enters him or her and is his or her soul or spirit. The runny part is still attached to the larger aggregate, but it is also in the person, so the person is separate yet also always attached to the main mass of eggs. Then when the person dies, the runny part of the egg, the soul or spirit, returns to the egg mass to become one again with the cosmic whole of which it was a part of all along although it appeared to be separate.

All of this made perfect sense to me then, and is the story I sometimes tell people to help them understand how it is that we are all connected and how I am able to do what I do. I also remember that for a while I was reluctant to eat scrambled eggs because I was afraid of eating someone else’s soul.

(from my unpublished book Simple Gifts: Living a Spirited Life)

Thursday, June 21, 2007

The Way We Are

The concepts of “mother,” “father,” “daughter,” “son,” are physical, earth-based ones. When a spirit transitions from the physical to the next vibration, the family-member designations continue for approximately one year, although the discarnate spirit recognizes early on a difference in the relationship. It becomes one that is actually closer, without labels.

Labels divide and they can create the illusory idea of being separate, and separate beings define themselves by rules of individuality. In spirit, everyone realizes each is truly part of a larger community.

I still call dad “dad,” but I also see him as a spirit pursuing a continuation of his reality in which there is a memory of a father/daughter relationship, but in reality, we are both spirits, connected, though I am incarnate and he is discarnate. While we recognize an earlier bonding, we celebrate a new level of interaction.

In what we perceive as the future, the relationships that people once had on earth shift as we seek to fulfill experiential needs. We have different relationships with people both through reincarnation and in spirit. In another physical lifetime, I might become (or might have been) my aunt’s daughter, or my father’s sister. Souls reincarnate in soul clusters---groups of people who are bonded together within the larger whole.

Those who transition continue to be family members, but they are also a part of the larger family, as are we all.


Tuesday, June 19, 2007


Namaste---the hands come together at heart and/or forehead level. A bow, and the sacred sound is pronounced, the sacred salutation: the divine spark in me bows to the divine spark in you.

Namaste (nah-mah-stay) equalizes those coming together---king and peasant contain the same divinity. Both are made of the same energy. Each inhabits a body, is impelled to a life path, completes the journey, and then lays aside the shell to become pure spirit once again.

Namaste---we are the same, deep down and high above, we share a common source, no matter our station in life, or our outlook, or ideology. Shadowed by the vagaries of life, we become separate from the commonalities of our true nature. We lose our sense of being in relationship, one with the other and, in doing so, find and amplify our differences and use these to create me versus you, us versus them scenarios that lead to more divisive actions, fist fights, and sword fights, and bombings and wars.

Namaste---I bow to you, you bow to me. We recognize our alikeness and, in that recognition, rise above our differences. We are at peace because we are part of the same thing . . . my right hand will not inflict pain on my left hand. You are familiar, a long lost sibling in the light that is our true selves.

Namaste---it is no unplanned coincidence that we are encouraged to love God (by whatever name we know that being) with all our heart and soul and mind and, in the next breath, to love our neighbor as ourselves. Each is the same . . . as the vessel of the divine spark, we must love each other and in doing so, we love God. When we love God, we are loving the divine spark in each other.

Namaste---we will not let our differences in shading or creed or nationality or political persuasion or economic status or religious or sexual orientation keep us from acknowledging our sameness, our oneness in the universe. The small starving child in Niger is my sibling in the light and I have a duty and obligation to ease her hardship. The person whose hatred of those not like him colors his thoughts and determines his actions is my sibling in the light, and it is my obligation to bow to his divine spark in hopes that he becomes aware of it in himself and, in doing so, learns to bow to that spark in another.

Namaste---the Jew and the Catholic and the Christian and the Muslim and the Buddhist and the Hindu and the Shaman and the Pagan all contain the same spark, are of the same origin. Their religions cannot, must not mitigate the reality of this truth. Temple, church, mosque or hillside . . . the differences in the physical structure of their places of worship do not alter the common spark within their separate physical bodies.

Namaste---I wear purple or green or blue. I eat chicken or beef or tofu. Outward appearances do not alter the light shining within me and within you. We are siblings in the light. Does this seem simplistic? Sure, of course! Sometimes the real answers, the true answers are preposterously simple. If who we really are, our essence, is made of the same stuff, the same expression of a larger whole, then where is the sense in fighting with each other, in killing each other? Disagreements? Sure . . . siblings argue, sometimes they fight, but in trying to discern our common spiritual origin, wouldn't we also find our common earthly expression? And in doing this, do we then not strive to heal whatever separates our shining lights, one from the other? A fire provides greater light, greater warmth and produces greater useable energy when it is whole, rather than divided into separate flames.

Namaste---the divine spark in me bows to the divine spark in you. In our most basic state, we are the same. Let our spiritual familiarity overcome our human frailties. Let each spark contribute to rather than detract from the life-sustaining fire of our shared experience on earth.

Namaste . . . .

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Here and Here

The space I am sitting in is an illusion. The time in which I am writing this is also an illusion. By limiting ourselves to this time and space, we fail to notice the other times and spaces that are simultaneously occurring. For many people, there is only here and now.

I don’t remember a time when there was just here and now. I have always been aware of many heres and many nows all occurring in harmony with this here (I am sitting on a chair, typing on a pc) and now (2:31 pm on Sunday, June 17, 2007).

In another here, for example, my dad continues to exist in as vibrant a manner as I do here. He transitioned from a spiritual being in a physical body to a spiritual being without a physical body almost 3 years ago. His ability to communicate was almost instantaneous. All manner of “miracles” and “coincidental instances” occurred, which I will share over time.

To start this blog it is important to tell you that I am an intuitive psychic medium. I see and hear dead people, except, they are not really dead. They have simply transitioned to a different vibrational plane of existence. As the Spiritualists say, “there is no death, there are no dead.”

Through no choice that I can remember, I am a spiritual girl living in a material world. Albert Einstein wrote: “A human being is a part of a whole, called by us 'universe', a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest . . . a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

In this space, on what I hope will be a regular basis, I will give examples of how this “optical delusion” manifests itself; how because of this delusion we believe we are alone when, in fact, we are never alone; and how we can free ourselves from this delusion and connect with all the spiritual beings around us, incarnate and non-carnate, thus helping to bring about a revolution of the spirit, one based on love, peace, and light.

Namaste . . .