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Russian Plane Crash

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This is the part of psychic/intuitive awareness that I can’t wrap my head around. Last week – not this past week, but the week before, my friend came to visit. I picked her up at the airport, and that night I dreamed that we were leaving the airport but turned around just in time to see a BIG RUSSIAN plane crash into the ground, while landing. It kind of hit the ground in a perpendicular way and we were shocked and horrified to witness it. In the dream, there was a press conference with official people talking about the tragedy. The dream had such an impact on me that I told her all about it the next morning, and vowed to keep an eye out for any possible Russian plane crashes.

And then came yesterday, and this news.

I’m shocked and mystified and I just don’t get why I would dream about this over a week in advance. I dreamed about that big earthquake in Italy the same night it happened, and that confused me, too. I’ve had lots of other intuitive dreams, from the mundane to the not-so-mundane, but this plane crash thing was just so SPECIFIC – I mean come on. RUSSIAN. Crashed while approaching the airport. COME ON. This is insane.

I know that the time-space continuum isn’t quite what we understand it to be…but I am dying for an answer. It’s not like I could have prevented the plane crash, or like I know any of the high-ranking Polish diplomats who were on the plane, or like I could have warned anyone, it’s not like I knew what country the plane was flying through per se, just that it was Russian…so why, other than to make me think, and wonder, and get really confused and not have a definite answer.


Grounding – Part 2

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Sometimes you just can’t sit still and try to meditate to get grounded – there’s just too much going on. I had an experience like that yesterday at the DMV. Psychic or not, I wasn’t expecting to have to take a new photo, because the person I spoke to on the phone just before I went down there told me I didn’t have to. So I was shocked when the angry and grumpy lady behind counter #2 (who already flustered me because she was in such a bad mood I could literally feel it, too) told me to go get in line for a picture. I looked like hell – I’d decided to run to the DMV before the gym, so I didn’t have makeup on and my hair was just thrown back in a ponytail. Now, I don’t let anyone take a picture of me unless I’m looking somewhat decent. And, in my book, decent hair and makeup are an absolute MUST for a picture I’m going to have to tote around in my wallet for years to come. I fought back tears and stood in line with the hundred other people there and waited for my mugshot. After it was taken, and I’m convinced I will look like hell, I went out to my car, turned the engine on, and was so flustered that I drove out of the entrance driveway. Smart move to make on the DMV lot, but at least I didn’t get pulled over for it.

To say I felt ungrounded was an understatement. I was already tired that morning, and now I was pissed off, dejected, irritated, and grumpy, to boot. It was awful. And so I turned the cd player on as loud as I could and listened to Pink Floyd’s “The Wall,” which is what I’m into right now. I then called a friend and told her the whole story. Just bitching about it to someone made me feel better. After that, I went to the gym and did a good cardio circuit. And guess what? That, for me, was grounding! It’s as simple as that.

Other easy ways you can ground yourself are by exercising, screaming into a pillow if you’re really angry, eating something good, taking a few deep breaths, or leaving the scene to take a walk around the block. Honestly, just doing whatever you need to do to feel better in that moment will work. Don’t stuff your feelings away or pretend they aren’t there…experience them, live them, and then do something that makes you feel like yourself again.

It may not sound profound, but grounding yourself is integral to feeling OK, and feeling OK is integral to working with your intuitive and psychic energies. Now, had I stopped for a second before even going to the DMV and checked in with my psychic side, I might have been better able to prepare myself for this whole incident. I could have thought – let me go to the gym FIRST, then come home and shower and do my hair and get dressed and put on makeup, because you never know who you’ll run into…but I didn’t. And I guess that’s the breaks: to err is human, psychic or not.


Grounding

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One of the first things you need to learn to be an effective psychic is to ground yourself. In fact, the word “grounded” is sneaking more and more into common parlance these days. I notice people commenting on how others are “grounded” and how they do or don’t feel “grounded” right now.

What is being grounded? Well, it’s kind of just being chill and relaxed, to be honest. It’s being centered in your body, and connected to the earth. Not being “out there” and “floaty” and stuff. It feels good to be grounded. You feel like you’re in the here and now, like you’re generally OK.

I didn’t realize this before, but being a sensitive type, I get ungrounded pretty easily. I get swept up in other people’s energies and get carried away by things. Overwhelmed. Here’s how I was trained to ground myself in a meditative way:

Take a few deep breaths, and let them out slowly. Imagine your root chakra, spinning at the base of your spine. Imagine that you have a thick, hollow cord, or hollow tree trunk, or whatever suits your fancy, running from your root chakra all the way down the hot molten lava core of the earth. This is your grounding cord. It’s indestructible. Now imagine all the icky energy that’s bothering you is leaving your body and falling down the grounding cord into the center of the earth. Watch the energy just leave your body. If you want, imagine a great big huge bowling ball of negative energy, or energy that isn’t yours, just falling away from you, leaving your body, plummeting down your grounding cord into the center of the earth, where it’s completely destroyed, burned up, dissolved, or if you want to imagine it, recycled and renewed by Mother Earth for other purposes, like when you put manure on a lawn to make the grass grow. Try not to think about manure, or how bad it smells on a lawn. Go back to seeing the energy leaving your body.

That’s a basic clairvoyant technique of grounding, in a nutshell. It really works! More on grounding next time.


There were 3 distinct cases of listening to that little voice this week. After two times of ignoring it, I finally paid attention, and saved myself yet another pain in the ass.

The first instance was the parking ticket, ironically received outside of the Bodhi Tree new age bookstore. I put 30 minutes in the meter and you can call it a keen sense of knowing when 30 minutes has gone by, or you can call it intuition, but I KNEW I had to go check that meter…but I waited, as I was talking to my friend who worked there, and she got delayed, and I didn’t want to run out and check the meter…but finally, I did, and wouldn’t you know it – the guy was right there, writing the ticket up to tuck under my windshield wipers.

Great.

I was pissed – I should have listened to myself!

The next day, I was entertaining a friend from out of town. We’d been running around all day and finally got home to make dinner. We’d decided to cook Indian food – tandoori chicken and saag paneer, a dish of spinach and cubes of cheese. I’d told my friend that we had to put the spinach in the blender at the end, and when I went to take a shower the spinach was simmering on the stove. While in the shower, I had the distinct thought to call out to her and remind her not to put the cheese in, as we had to put the spinach in the blender. But then I thought, “she’ll see the blender on the counter and remember.” So I didn’t say anything. When I got out of the shower and went to check on the spinach, I lifted the lid and saw all the cubes of cheese in there, beginning to melt (it’s supposed to be hard!) with the un-blended spinach. Disaster! I cursed at myself for not listening to that inner guidance, as mundane as it seemed. We picked all the cheese out, blended the spinach up, and salvaged the dinner. But if I’d listened, I’d have saved both of us a big pain in the ass.

The next day, I went to the grocery store to pick up some things, including coffee, which I ground there. I had another little thought – to not put the bag with the coffee on top in the trunk, as the lid might come off and coffee might spill everywhere. Finally, I listened, and kept that bag in the front with me. And guess what? When I got home, all the bags in the trunk had fallen all over tipsy-turvy, and the coffee probably would have spilled out everywhere. I have no way of knowing 100%, but I’d rather wonder that then have had to clean the trunk.

I know all this seems terribly mundane, but it illustrates how simple intuition can make life a little easier. Had I listened in the first place, I’d not have gotten a ticket and would have saved time and annoyance with dinner. I’m just grateful that I didn’t have to deal with coffee grounds!


Magic!

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I am forever grateful to have friends who are also interested in all of this wonderful, exciting, magical world of intuition and energy. I’m currently working with a dear friend to heal her nephew of cancer (remotely) using the cellular healing technique my teacher Debra Katz wrote about in her first book, “You are Psychic.”

We had our regular meeting one day last week and I mentioned I’d been dealing with some energy I can’t seem to shake, no matter how many salt baths I’ve taken. I’ve learned to call it energy, but before I started working with this psychic stuff, I experienced that kind of thing as just being so worried about something that it’s all I can think about. I’m sure a lot of people would know what I’m talking about. The cool part is, when you start to think of things in energetic terms, it becomes something you can actually work with and “heal” yourself of, rather than something that just continues to drive you crazy.

We decided to try and do an energy healing on me after our other work was done. Each of us used our clairvoyance to “see” the energy of the problem. My friend visualized that she was literally putting me in a washing machine, pouring in detergent, etc, and watched as the energy was washed and rinsed and washed and rinsed off of me. She then put me in a dryer (I didn’t feel dizzy!) and when I was clean and fluffy like a stuffed animal, she tucked me in with a nice, soft blanket. She didn’t really control these images as much as they just came to her, like when you’re making up a story in your mind. We were both quiet on the phone as we saw our visualizations. I saw a giant sticky yellow rose pulling the unwanted energy out of me, and watched as it disappeared.

While this was all happening, I literally felt an energetic force field around me as we worked, and it was amazing. Believe it or not, I had a great night’s sleep that night and feel so much better now. Yay!


Sensitives

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One could describe me as “highly sensitive.” It helps when doing readings, but it’s not so easy to live with in the real world. I was super self-conscious as a kid, and my home life just made me feel more worried/on edge all the time (that whole hyper-vigilant thing). But I didn’t see it as a big issue until I started working and a boss told me that I needed to work on hiding how I felt, because it put a crack in my professional veneer. I’m sure she was right! That’s one of my problems; I’m so obvious about being happy or sad, grumpy or angry, that I can’t hide how I feel; for example, I can’t pretend to be calm when I’m really pissed off.

One of the coolest things I learned when I first started out with this whole intuitive world was that people who are highly sensitive often inadvertently channel or feel the emotions of people around them. There are entire psychological books about this – one aptly titled “The Highly Sensitive Person.” Try reading that at the gym or a crowded cafe.

With this information in hand, I really started to pay attention to my own feelings and emotions, and note when someone around me (at work especially) was in a bad mood, and how it affected me. I’m still working on building an energetic boundary around myself so I don’t absorb all the energy around me and start to feel cranky. It’s hard in a city like LA, where we’re all jam packed in together like a can of sardines, but it is possible – it just takes a lot of work.

So, next time you start your day in a great mood, but start to feel “off” when you join the company of others, think about whether or not you’re channeling their emotions without knowing it. If you think you are, try getting some space away from them, take a few deep breaths, and re-ground yourself. They say salt scrubs are a great way to wash off negative energy from others, so maybe try and do that when you get home. I’ve tried it myself when I feel like I’ve picked up some particularly bad mojo, and I like to think it helps, though I can’t be 100% certain. In any event, just building up your own energy field by focusing on strengthening your aura can be really helpful.


I had a terrible, terrible moment yesterday. A friend I recently gave a reading to admitted that he didn’t get much out of it! That really bothered me, to the point where I started to wonder whether or not I should be trying to do this professionally. I was awake from 2:30 to 4:30am last night worrying about it. Am I trying to do something I suck at? Maybe I should just give it up and go back to a career in marketing. After all, I don’t want to make myself an outcast. If the majority of the world thinks psychics are kooks, why would I want to join that group, and then be a sucky psychic at that?!? NO THANKS!

I guess that’s the problem with doing readings and expecting feedback. You get the good and the bad, and if you don’t think the world of yourself all the time, the bad can really get you down and make you wonder if you’re full of it!

I told my husband about it this morning, and he told me that athletes like A-Rod and Michael Jordan don’t play a perfect game every time, it’s the overall average that makes them great. That really helped…that, and the countless good feedback I’ve received over the years, which he kindly reminded me of as I put my head on his shoulder and cried.

I mean, just this week I told my friend that the guy she just started dating would call her on Tuesday night, and he did. He didn’t ask her out on a date, which drove her insane, but I told her he’d call her at the last minute for a date on Friday. And he did. Maybe the readings are better for my friend because I know we’re on equal playing ground. We do readings for each other, and if we’re right, we celebrate and praise each other to no end. If we’re off, no big deal…the stakes aren’t that high and it’s all in good fun. I’ve only been doing readings for a few years now, and I’m still getting the hang of it all. But I do think that carefree and trusting environment you create with intuitive friends helps a lot, and allows the information to flow more easily.

That’s my two cents for the day.


Avoid the Non-Believers!

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One of the biggest issues I’ve had with developing my intuition is the fear of what other people will think. There are so many people in the world who don’t believe in a sixth sense, in the possibility that there is more to life than what we see right in front of us. These people ridicule anything that’s remotely “out there.” It’s downright frightening to mention to someone that you have an interest in psychic things, to see the look on their faces. Half of me doesn’t want to do this work just because of those people. They say there’s no scientific proof that this is possible (which is not true). They say this is the work of the devil (which is not true). They say that all psychics are scam artists (some are, but not all).

Sonia Choquette, one of the best intuitive/psychic teachers in the world, says that support is absolutely critical to intuitive development. In her words, “Six Sensories need to surround themselves with believing eyes.” And she’s right. I’ve been lucky enough to have a myriad of brilliant and intuitive friends, family members, and clients who celebrate the wonders of intuition, who share their own stories, who are generous but not pushy with their advice, and who are eager to tell me when I’ve been right about things I’ve predicted or reflections I’ve had on certain situations. If not for these people, I’d have given up a long time ago.

So, if you’re working on expanding your awareness, learning about intuition and/or healing, or psychic techniques, don’t worry about the naysayers. Just find people who are like-minded, and grow with them. It will help, I promise!


My Story, Part 2

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There’s something I should add to my story about becoming intuitive, or psychic. And that is this: I believe I was psychic when I was little. There are clues here and there that I remember which lead me to think this. There is also the general belief among the new age community (one I firmly ascribe to) that all children are highly intuitive and psychic, but that adults shut them down when they’re very young because that sort of thing is just not accepted – not even willingly recognized – in our modern society.

My intuitive faculties shut down when I was about 5 or so. A lot of dramatic things happened after my birth, which was in and of itself both perilous and miraculous because my mother had cancer when she was pregnant with me. My mom survived, but divorced my dad, who came from India and left his whole family behind to marry her, when I was three. I loved him with all my heart and was devastated when our little family broke up. I remember that. But I was resilient. As I was when my mother met Mildred, an old African American woman who babysat me while she worked as an ESL teacher. Mildred, whom I called Nana, took care of me, and watched over me, but I don’t know that she was good for me. She had a heavy hand, and was somewhat abusive. Okay, somewhat is a nice way of saying it. Anyway, Nana and my mom became friends. My mom was looking for a mother figure, and Nana was looking for a pupil, or a follower (she was an ordained minister who believed in metaphysics and all that). So their friendship evolved, and they decided to be roommates when I was about 5 or 6. This worked out for my mom because Nana babysat me all the time when she was at work. But this sucked for me, because Nana was very controlling and heavy-handed. She was all about her metaphysics and all about being black and all about how the world had wronged her. And she was determined to whip me into shape. I was constantly afraid of her, and I became, in psychological terms, hypervigilant. Always on the alert. Always watching and worrying about what was going to happen next. Now I know that that vigilant state was the emergence of my protective analytical mind on overdrive, drowning out the soft, dreamy, happy go lucky side of my intuitive self. It’s neither good nor bad; it was a protective state, a survival thing.

I never knew what kind of mood Nana would be in when I got home from school. I never new if she’d want to beat me or verbally berate me or take away all my toys for some phantom of a reason she made up in her twisted mind. Meanwhile, who knows what my mom was thinking or how much of this she realized was going on. A few years after we were living with Nana, when I was ten, my mom got sick again. And she fought and struggled against Hodgkin’s Disease for five straight years after that. I watched my mother, whom I loved with all of my heart and soul, suffer excruciating, debilitating pain as this cancer consumed her body. And my hypervigilance grew even stronger. I was all about survival: my own, and that of my mother. Will the radiation work? How much codeine will she need tonight? Will she throw up from the chemo treatment? How long will it take before all her hair falls out? How can I help her? Will God answer my constant prayers that he spare her this pain and suffering? Will she get better? Will she survive? Because the cancer went into remission and returned a couple of times, these fears were constant.

In New Age terms, all of this non-psychic hypervigilance formed me into a classic empath, because I’m so compassionate when I am trying to help family, friends, and clients that I can literally feel their pain. It’s not a great thing to be or have on my part, though, because it really hurts, and it’s born from the unconditional love I felt for my mother as she suffered so miserably before she died at age 39, when I was 15.

The bright side of all of this is that it primed me to be a very good intuitive, and a very good helper for those who need my assistance. As I work with my intuition more and more, I find I can be less involved, more detached, but still extremely loving, understanding, and helpful. It amazes me, how precious our intuitive faculties are, and how wonderful it is when we’re able to use and express them. We have so much more power locked into our psychic centers than we do in our ordinary analytical minds, which work so hard to protect us, but are so trapped in the flight or flight paradigm that not much else is allowed for. It’s not easy to see this until you’ve experienced working in the trenches with both sides of the psyche, as I have.

It took me a long time to re-discover my intuitive side, to realize that I really am psychic. I didn’t even think it was possible. But the process of this re-discovery is so exciting and new that I wouldn’t change that experience for all the world.


My Story

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I always thought it would be SO COOL to be psychic. To know what was going to happen, what people were really thinking, if embarking on some new endeavor would be good or bad in the long run. I never really thought I was or could ever be psychic, though. I thought psychic people were born knowing they were psychic. Born seeing weird things no-one else saw, knowing things no-one else knew. I kind of assumed psychics were people with a “special gift”, people descended from a long lineage of psychics or something like that.

I’ve always loved the idea of magic and fairy tales and the possibility that there was “something more” to everyday life. But whatever that “something more” was, completely eluded me. I went to school, went to college, got jobs, got married. It wasn’t until my friend paid for me to have a clairvoyant reading when I visited her in Boulder, Colorado, that I realized what that “something more” was. I’d never really had a big-time reading – just visited a couple of storefront psychics with friends. So this was a new experience for me.

The reading happened at a place called Psychic Horizons, where, my friend said, they taught people how to access their intuitive powers. The reading only cost $20 because it was given by students of the program.

I went in with only one question in mind. I wanted to know what the purpose of my life was. I wasn’t allowed to verbally state this or any question, but somehow the two people doing the reading picked up on it. And they started talking about what it was I was here to do, all in wonderful kind of allegorical ways, speaking in terms of imagery and feelings and colors and, believe it or not, roses. I didn’t care. They were on to something. The reading lasted over an hour and by the end I felt completely transformed. I knew, and yet I didn’t know…and then again, I did know and I felt really, really different, and very good. It’s almost too difficult to explain. But something definitely shifted. I felt it, and they felt it. It was really magical. Seriously.

The next day, we went to the Boulder library and I stumbled upon a book called “The Psychic Pathway” by Sonia Choquette. I started reading it and showed my friend, who checked it out from the library. I returned home to LA two days later and told my aunt about the reading and the book, which she happened to have a copy of (I had no idea!), and which she she sent to me. I read the book from cover to cover, and started to do the exercises in it.

And believe it or not, I became psychic. Or, to use a term I’m more comfortable with, Intuitive. I found more books and more resources, including my very own teacher, Debra Katz, who taught me how to work with my clairvoyance, clairsentience, and clairaudience. I started giving practice readings to friends and family, and then branched out with strangers. I’ve gotten more rave reviews and positive feedback than I could ever imagine. I’ve recounted the past, restated the present, and predicted the future thousands of times, and I’m still thrilled as could be – and a little bit amazed – when the information I’ve given is verified. I love this work.

So this blog is about my stories, experiences, tidbits and methods. It’s an adventure, and I’m delighted to share it.