Saturday, November 07, 2009
Uh . . .
Some clients leave me speechless which, ask Scully, is very hard to do. One person actually gave me a cell number to use and said, "You can't call my home because my wife doesn't know about you."
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Some clients leave me speechless which, ask Scully, is very hard to do. One person actually gave me a cell number to use and said, "You can't call my home because my wife doesn't know about you."
Labels: 2009, conversations, reading experience, readings
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Thursday, October 29, 2009
Paranormal Activity 
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Once again, I pestered Mr. Ghostiegurl (a.k.a. Scully) to see a scary movie with me because I dared not go on my own. (He doesn't enjoy going to the cinema and he doesn't enjoy supernatural thrillers.)
Going to see this movie, as it turns out, is one terrifying ordeal. Wow. I even reject some of the plot's presuppositions and I'm surprised I wasn't curled up in a fetal position at the end.
I have to say that I really do like pseudo-verité films (the style works really well when combined with the supernatural). I'm not alone. NBC.com reported today that the film has surpassed The Blair Witch Project as "the most profitable movie ever" as it reaps ridiculous returns on the initial investment of $15,000 US.
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Saturday, September 12, 2009
Houseguest
Tonight, as we four sat at the supper table in the kitchen, we heard the bells of the cat's ball in the dining room.
"Uh, what was THAT?" Scully asked.
"The cat," I shrugged.
"Uh, the cat's right HERE."
There she was, curled up on the bench beside him. Since we have no other animals, I got up and walked to the door of the dining room and peered inside. Nothing.
"I've been seeing a lot of cat ghosts recently. A lot," said Scully.
Our two cats died about four years ago and we continue to see them around. But Scully . . . He's come a LONG way since we first met. (Hence, the nickname.)
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Tonight, as we four sat at the supper table in the kitchen, we heard the bells of the cat's ball in the dining room.
"Uh, what was THAT?" Scully asked.
"The cat," I shrugged.
"Uh, the cat's right HERE."
There she was, curled up on the bench beside him. Since we have no other animals, I got up and walked to the door of the dining room and peered inside. Nothing.
"I've been seeing a lot of cat ghosts recently. A lot," said Scully.
Our two cats died about four years ago and we continue to see them around. But Scully . . . He's come a LONG way since we first met. (Hence, the nickname.)
Labels: 2009, animal ghosts, family ghosts, ghosts, pets, Scully, signs
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The Unborn (2009)
I'm always looking for movies that will scare me. The Unborn (2009, David S. Goyer) intrigued me but it didn't frighten me.
It had great gothic elements: sanity vs. supernatural, abandoned buildings, strong female lead.
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I'm always looking for movies that will scare me. The Unborn (2009, David S. Goyer) intrigued me but it didn't frighten me.
It had great gothic elements: sanity vs. supernatural, abandoned buildings, strong female lead.
Labels: 2009, Movies, mysticism, religion
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Monday, August 03, 2009
Who's That?
One day this month, I heard my 27-month-old waking up from a nap:
"Who's that? Who's that?" She called out. She had never used that phrase before.
I ran upstairs. "Who are you talking about, honey?"
"That man." She pointed to the floor beside her bed.
There was nobody there. I told her so.
"The man was there."
"Did the man talk to you?"
She nodded.
"What did he say?"
"It's my house."
"He told you it was his house?"
"Yes." My heart pounded. I told her it was our house, our home.
"Did he say anything else?"
"He said 'Thank You'. The books."
"What's his name?"
"Jeff. He gave me my [pacifier]."
My heart jumped. We don't know anyone by that name and it's not a name in the few cartoons that she watches.
She also told me that he often visits her and reads books. I told her he wouldn't be back. Though I didn't see him, I asked 'Jeff' not to return.
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One day this month, I heard my 27-month-old waking up from a nap:
"Who's that? Who's that?" She called out. She had never used that phrase before.
I ran upstairs. "Who are you talking about, honey?"
"That man." She pointed to the floor beside her bed.
There was nobody there. I told her so.
"The man was there."
"Did the man talk to you?"
She nodded.
"What did he say?"
"It's my house."
"He told you it was his house?"
"Yes." My heart pounded. I told her it was our house, our home.
"Did he say anything else?"
"He said 'Thank You'. The books."
"What's his name?"
"Jeff. He gave me my [pacifier]."
My heart jumped. We don't know anyone by that name and it's not a name in the few cartoons that she watches.
She also told me that he often visits her and reads books. I told her he wouldn't be back. Though I didn't see him, I asked 'Jeff' not to return.
Labels: children, family ghosts, ghosts, want to follow up
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Monday, July 13, 2009
Nice to be back
Having resumed readings, I'm pleased to hear that people are happy that I'm back.
I really like the connection that occurs when someone comes for a reading.
Client, yesterday: "Do you remember every reading?"
Well, in a way, I do. Often, a guide that was present at the last reading is present at the next. The same 'sense' of that person comes to me, as well. I remember the person and, if they're sitting before me again, I remember the connection that was established between us. The connection? It's difficult to describe. It's spiritual. I suppose it's ineffable.
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Having resumed readings, I'm pleased to hear that people are happy that I'm back.
I really like the connection that occurs when someone comes for a reading.
Client, yesterday: "Do you remember every reading?"
Well, in a way, I do. Often, a guide that was present at the last reading is present at the next. The same 'sense' of that person comes to me, as well. I remember the person and, if they're sitting before me again, I remember the connection that was established between us. The connection? It's difficult to describe. It's spiritual. I suppose it's ineffable.
Labels: 2009, psychic, reading experience, want to follow up
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Saturday, July 04, 2009
On a serious note . . .
This is the part of who I am that makes me so uncomfortable. Last night, a little boy came to me in a dream and told me he was trapped on a property. He asked me to look around and make note of where he was so that I could get people to find him.
I looked around and I saw the farm-like area, wooden structures. I made note of these structures.
He was extremely agitated. He told me that he had been eating dirt and whatever he could find on the ground in order to survive but that he didn't know how much longer he could do it.
I told him he was dead and he cried, his head in his hands, as he kept repeating, "No, no, no!"
I was so sad for him. Somebody had taken him and left him there. Now, when he said he couldn't be dead, I had to say: "But you must be, otherwise I wouldn't be able to talk to you."
I honestly didn't know what I could do to help him. The area that seems right to me is one of the Canadian provinces -- B.C. Burnaby is associated with the boy so I'm thinking he might have gone missing from there?
Scully told me to write about this because I find it so distressing and because maybe it will help the boy. On the one hand, I know many people will think I'm an absolute whackjob and, on the other hand, I can't deny that it happens to me. I'm not hallucinating; it's in dream-state. I just know from experience that it's someone who wants help. I hope I can help him.
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This is the part of who I am that makes me so uncomfortable. Last night, a little boy came to me in a dream and told me he was trapped on a property. He asked me to look around and make note of where he was so that I could get people to find him.
I looked around and I saw the farm-like area, wooden structures. I made note of these structures.
He was extremely agitated. He told me that he had been eating dirt and whatever he could find on the ground in order to survive but that he didn't know how much longer he could do it.
I told him he was dead and he cried, his head in his hands, as he kept repeating, "No, no, no!"
I was so sad for him. Somebody had taken him and left him there. Now, when he said he couldn't be dead, I had to say: "But you must be, otherwise I wouldn't be able to talk to you."
I honestly didn't know what I could do to help him. The area that seems right to me is one of the Canadian provinces -- B.C. Burnaby is associated with the boy so I'm thinking he might have gone missing from there?
Scully told me to write about this because I find it so distressing and because maybe it will help the boy. On the one hand, I know many people will think I'm an absolute whackjob and, on the other hand, I can't deny that it happens to me. I'm not hallucinating; it's in dream-state. I just know from experience that it's someone who wants help. I hope I can help him.
Labels: 2009, children, ethics, ghosts, psychic, psychic anecdote, Scully
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