It has been several months since writing on this site.  I have however been writing for myself.  I do feel a need to share an experience that keeps coming up, especially the past few weeks. 
This Vision I had was very disturbing.  It still bothers me, mostly on an emotional level.  I have not been able to "shake it off" like others, even after having written it down several times.  I've discussed it with several of the individuals involved as well, but still not comfortable with it, well as comfortable as I ever am with any of my Visions.  I'm missing something some detail, some nuance... 

There were 4 of us:  Myself, my friend Mark, my student James, and one other I don't know.  Now Mark is 55, I am 45, and James is 27.   The other seemed to be in his 50's.  However, we all Looked to be around 30.. (ie, I had no grey in my goatee, and fewer wrinkles around my eyes, and a bit more hair). 
I'm kneeling on the ground, cradling James's body.  Mark is standing over me.  The 4th man's body is laying on the ground as well off to my left side. 
I've got tears running down my face, mixing in with the blood from a broken nose.  Could feel a black eye starting to form.  Mark has a long cut from temple down his cheek as made from a whip.  He looks like he's been to Hell and back, and walked uphill both ways.  I don't look any better.  James, had all sorts of contusions and cuts as well.  The 4th guy has a smoldering hole in his chest. 
I look up at Mark.  He says to me, "You did good bub."  

While there is no sense of place, as the ground is flat in all directions, and white, so there's also no sense of depth.  There is a smell of sulfer, char, ammonia, and a few other unidentifiable aromas in the air.  Also, the crackle of electricity is prevalent. 

That's all there is to this one.   Yet, it was one of the most draining Visions I've ever had, even the ones that lasted more than an hour.  This one only lasted a couple minutes. 

The emotional aftermath though is tough.  I remind myself it is Vision, not actuality.  (I hesitate to use the word Reality, as that term is SO ambiguous).  Losing a friend and student and soulmate, and "knowing" that he died trying to save the world is hard. 
I'm grateful that he is still part of my life today.  I do let him know that too <G>. 

If any of you have ideas, please feel free to share them. 
Thanks!

Blessed Be!
l'artiste

 

I've been having many memories coming up lately in regards to my experiences early on in becoming "aware, waking up, learning to See", or whatever your preferred phraseology might be. 

So, some of the next few blogs will be on those.  Yes, sometimes we do need to explore the past to figure out the present. 

While it became par for the course to see ghosts/spirits regularly, I did not expect this one particular visitor.

My sister had come home from school one weekend, and commandeered my bedroom.  I was stuck out in the living room attempting to get some sleep on the sofa.   There was a lot of light streaming in through the windows because of the light across the street, but I didn't want to close the curtains.   The way the house was laid out, I could see down the hall to where the back 3 bedrooms, and one of the bathrooms, were. 

I was just starting to drift off when I heard someone walking up and down the hall.  I could see no one there.  There was a clock on the mantle of the fireplace.  It showed 12:10 am.     The temperature in the living room dropped about 15 degrees in seconds.  I heard someone vomiting near the fireplace.   Again, no one was there!  Then smoke started spilling out into the room, completely darkening it.  I grabbed my cigarettes and lit one up as I was getting scared.  It took a few tries to do so as I was shaking with nerves.

Then the most gorgeous "man" I had ever seen walked out of the smoke.   He was about 6'2" and I could tell he was very muscular through his garments.  Short well groomed black hair and thin goatee, chiseled features and the most intense light brown eyes.   I could see a glint of red in those eyes too.   To say he exuded raw sex appeal is definitely an understatement.  One could just about bottle that. 

As soon as I saw him, I stopped shaking.  A calm I had never known before came over me.  

We proceeded to have a discussion.  Although I think debate is a more appropriate word.  He was attempting to convert me to his way of belief.   This conversation took quite awhile, and I was smoking during the entire time.  (When I had first crashed on the sofa, there was only one cigarette butt in the ashtray).   The only part of the conversation I remember is me saying, "The price for what you ask is too high. You say you ‘know' me, but you do forget one thing.... You cannot give Love."   

He left, without creating any theatrics.   I know we talked for hours.  I saw the clock again when the smoke cleared.  It was 12:20 am.   The ashtray was full, and only one left in the pack.    I've smoked a lot when drinking, but never like that! 

Needless to say, I didn't get a restful sleep the rest of the night.

In the morning, when my mother got up, she asked me if I had been burning incense again as she could smell something odd in the air.  I played dumb.  I figured that was safer. 

I hope to not have another visit like that.   One can hope.   Not going to bet on it though. 

Yes, I did title this blog correctly.  For those of you who follow certain organized religions, even the devils are angels.  Angels who made a choice.  I know I made my choice that evening.  I continue to make that choice. 

Blessed Be!
l'artiste

 

I was talking with a friend of mine the other day trying to come up with some term that encompassed all of the crap we deal with in learning, and accepting, who we are.  He coined the phrase  "societal noise caused by societizens"  . 

It is those voices that we are raised with, telling us who we should be, how we should be, what we should do, who we should be with, how we should act and more.  The religious, societal, familial aspects saying "do this, don't do that, don't do this, do that, you should.......ad nauseum"...  It is also those voices in our own heads, telling us those and more that are based on perceptions.  Some persons have it easier to deal with than others.  Getting past the strictures, structures, and expectations isn't easy. 

For those of us who rebel against said authority, we earn labels of "black sheep", trouble maker, hoodlum, bad people and more.  Those are just the "nice ones".   If we have a desire to have a partner of the same sex, or go into a job field that we want to instead of what our parental units expect us to, or gasp, finding some alternative spiritual belief system... or gasp of all gasps, being comfortable in our own skin and go against all we were raised with.. Now we  have some issues. 

Not really, as those issues are other peoples.  Our issue is to find enough honesty and integrity in ourselves to be who we truly are, as the Creator designed.   This is our responsibility, our charge. 

I know only too well how difficult it is to not have familial acceptance.  And yes, approval too.  I know how hard it is to be the only "single" offspring at the holiday table when your siblings have their spouses and children.   Feeling their unspoken judgement like a sledge.  Ie why aren't you fitting in the same mold that we did???   While they might enjoy the "white picket fence and 2.3 kids", it doesn't work for me.  Besides, who wants a .3 of a kid???  2 children I can see, but .3???? oy!! 

When I look at my parent's relationship with each other, going on 50 years of weddedness.  I sure won't say wedded bliss, as they are both absolutely miserable.  And neither one wants to change it.   I don't know what it would take for them to break through their own denial about issues in their marriage.   They are of the old school mentality that problems should be ignored.  Elephant in the living room syndrome.   I learned a long time ago that we get along best with at least a thousand miles between us.  Trust me, I really like this 17 hour time difference <G>. 

I do consider myself blessed in that I saw what I was becoming and took steps to change it.  I'm still on that path of exploration of who all I am.  I continue to learn, to grow.  Sometimes I falter. Sometimes I soar.    One thing I remind myself of is that I'm content.  My siblings, and many of my associates, cannot say the same. 

Now in addition to the charge by the Creator to be who we truly are, there are also secondary responsibilities.  Being of service to the planet and nature.   And ironically enough, giving back to the society that created the noise in the first place.  Who says God doesn't have a sense of humor????

Blessed Be
l'artiste

This could also be subtitled, The Arrogance, and Ignorance, of Youth........ 

As noted on my profile page, I've been psychically active since about 15.  It really started off with precognitive dreams, and seeing ghosts, and other spirits.  I really didn't have any one to teach me that it was ok that all of this was happening.  I did attempt to talk with my mother once..... Never brought that subject up again. 

I was part of a Circle for a few years.  I had joined them when I was about 19 or so.  We worked together to train ourselves into improving our Talents, whatever they were.  A bunch of different outcasts coming together creating our own family of choice.  Each of us had our strengths as well as weaknesses.  I was one of the stronger precogs.  So when I Dreamt, they listened. Well most of the time anyway. 

This particular Dream:  There were 5 of us decked out in Rennaisance garb, with various weaponry that was multipurpose.  Of course, myself..... David, a friend from Texas, Susan one of the channelers from the Circle, Robert a self proclaimed witch, also part of the Circle, and one other person I knew in the dream, but did not know in waking.   (yes, I'm using different names through out this). 
We had somehow been transported to another dimension.  Very flat, muddy and so not like this Earth.  The sky was a phosphorous pinkish orange. The air was heavy and humid.  There was nothing to be seen  to the horizon in all directions.  Just flat mud and the cloudless sky.  There was no Sun to be seen either, yet it was as if light was coming from all directions.   We all had our weapons readied when we realized that we weren't were we had been. 
We all felt a huge surge of energy and heard a snapping/crackling sound.  Then in front of us appeared what I called the Beast.  Draconic in appearance, it looked like a cross between a red dragon, a black dragon, King Kong, a T Rex, and a few other things I couldn't (or didn't want to) identify.  And it was NOT happy. 
When it roared, we realized we were in a bit of trouble.  Ok, a bit is rather an understatement.  Moreso, we got our asses kicked, beat, pulverized.  To try and run away was not an option.  Getting in a only few good licks here and there, proved we were way outmatched.  After getting smacked a few hundred yards away yet again, by a taloned hand that was 4 times as big as me, I was able to break myself out of the dream.  My heart was beating like I had just done a 5k run in 10 minutes.  My body felt battered.  I did discover bruises a little later that hadn't been there when I went to bed. 

I tried to rationalize this one away.... Playin too much Dungeons and Dragons; or I drank too much that night.  (which didn't quite work as I was sober that evening).  or some other cockemamy lie.   I did share with the Circle what I had dreamt.  No one was able to come up with any answers. But  I KNEW it was a precog, just because of the feel of it.  (my regular dreams are different)....

Now, comes the "reality" part of it.  (although a readers digest condensed version)

About a week after that dream, Robert suggests a training exercise out at one of the more secluded parks.  Due to various work/school/family schedules, only 5 of us are able to show.   It's about 9pm when we all get there.   Our leader, Karen, asks Robert to go ahead and get on with the training.  She was rather impatient with him as she would have rather been spending some time with her boyfriend.  The other 2 were Susan, and Jeff, one of our martial artists. 

Robert then pulls out a book and some matches and states, "we're gonna burn this." and then shows us the front cover.  It's the Satanic Bible. 
I won't get into an elaboration of the ensuing argument.  Suffice it to say, we ended up burning it.  Ok, attempting to burn it. 

When the first match hit the cover, several things happened at once.  Susan, myself, and Jeff heard a pig squeal rather loud.  There are no pigs in that particular park. Peacocks yes, pigs no.   The wind stopped and all insect noises halted. 
We all felt then a huge surge in a lot of different energies heading our way.  And surprise, none too happy.   Only Karen, Robert and myself could See what was heading towards us.  Susan and Jeff could only Feel it. 
There were hundreds of spirits and out of body travelers and quite a few other sorted and sundry not so fun type guys.   Karen and I both looked at Robert and commented, "if we get out of this, I am going to kick your ass." 
yet again, we proceeded to get our butts waxed.  however this time we were able to inflict just as much on them as they did us.  There unfortunately was no waking up out of this one. 
We all called on every bit of help we could muster. No one from outside could get in.  We used all of the knowledge we had, even calling on past lives information to counter these opponents. 
All of the details in this altercation are yet another book.  The last thing I Saw before I managed to have my head introduced to the ground was seeing Susan shoot an arrow of Light out of a bow that she didn't have moments before.   
Then it stopped.  Cold.  I could see Karen race over to me, well my body, as I was "standing" right next to it.  She was glowing blue like I'd never seen before.  When she touched me, she screamed.  Loudly.  As she started pumping energy into my body, I took off. 
I was finally free!!! To go anywhere. Andromeda, Ceti 4 or 5 or 6, Pluto, Home!  No earthly constraints.   As I picked a direction and was Looking at the multiverse in all its glory, I saw a Light.  As we approached  each other, I could feel that Light as the most perfect Love, Intelligence, I could ever feel. 
I Heard a Voice say, It's not your time.  You need to go back. Now."  Of course, I argued.  What seemed like for hours I pleaded my case to stay.  (this made me decide not to go into law).  The Voice told me, "You've got too much work to do to be screwing around like this."   (while those were not the exact words, they are equivalent)
The energy's proceeded to turn me around and gave me an equivalent of a boot to the butt and sent me back to the earth. 
When I landed back in my body, and opened my eyes, Karen had tears running down her face.  The others were in shock, just standing there. 
I made some crack about semi trucks to break the ice.. it didnt go over too well though between the groans of pain.   Robert and Jeff helped me up.  Karen then smacked me upside the head and yelled at me to never do that again.   Yes, they did make sure I was ok enough to stand after a few minute argument about heading to the ER or calling for an ambulance.  (this was before cell phones became so prevalent). 
Karen and I talked later about what I had seen.  She made a comment that my eyes were glowing gold like they'd never done before.  And whenever I would try to describe it, that glow would get brighter.  

We did discover the next day that it was June 22.  The day before being Summer Solstice.  Somehow in our infinite wisdom and arrogance we managed to disrupt just about every ritual going on for a few hundred mile radius.  Needless to say, we paid much more attention to the calendar since then. 

Now my experience with that Being....... it is really indescribable.  To say it was the most perfect Love, Intelligence, still does not do it justice.  It is one of those things that just has to be experienced to be appreciated.  A minor example... seeing pictures of Yosemite, then seeing the real thing.. major wows!!
Was it an angel, God itself, or some other higher being??? I don't know for sure.  I did hate it for quite awhile for not letting me stay. 
What I do know is that it was right.  My work isn't done.  By a long shot its not done. 

Blessed Be
l'artiste

This is an email I sent to another friend regarding a dream I'd had many many moons ago.  The last comments are his reply. 
I'll be sharing more experiences with the Circle in later blogs.  And of course more of the Visions as they occur. 


This is the dream I mentioned earlier today (ok, your last night).....
I'm not sure I've talked about the Circle I was part of while in California even up to while I was in the Army.   This is a dream I had just before I got transferred to Germany.  Most of the Circle were there standing by me, even tho I was not the leader of the Circle.  This goes WAY beyond it. 

There are about 10,000 beings floating above the Bay Area in a triangle.  Good, Evil, and Neutrals....  Everyone is in their true form.  Blue fairies, dragons, elves, other humanoids of all shapes and sizes, as well as wolves, bears etc...and we can't forget the angels from both Heaven and Hell either....
 
At some unknown signal, the ones that are on the neutral side, choose.  There is no backing out of that forced choice.  The Evil side outnumbers the Good something like 3 to 1. 
It becomes all out war.  A blue fairy that had been standing right in front of me got blasted out of existence with a plasma bolt that had been meant for me.  She had been the leader of the Circle. 
Anything that could be used as a weapon, was.  Water, Earth, Air, Fire, Electricity, Time, Sound, Space, Magic, Prayer, to name just a few of the esoteric weapons... "regular arms"  include the guns, swords, fists, talons, teeth etc. 
Seeing friends and cohorts getting ripped apart while attempting to take out the being in front of me wasn't easy to deal with.  There was no time to feel a thing except to keep parrying the next move, however it came.
On and on and on, screams of those dying piercing the ethers.  Until there were two left on each side.  Myself and my brother (soul brother) and our opposing members.  Between the two of them, they joined and released a lightning bolt that my brother was not able to deflect, but in his dyin he let loose a death curse on them which annihilated them on the spot.  As they disappear, another lightning bolt comes from nowhere/nowhen and hits me in the chest.  I absorb the energy and it keeps coming until I just about explode.  
There was not a lot of physical life loss  as the area had been evacuated some how beforehand.  There however wouldn't be much  to come home to.  
The Golden Gate had been warped into a pretzel shape. Coit Tower (what was left of it anyway) was floating in the Bay.  The Bay Bridge had several Bart trains forced through it.  Berkely was MIA.  Oakland was a smoldering pit (which really is the nicest thing that could happen there).  The Oakland Hills were burning, and I'm not talking the trees either as those had already been cindered. This was the hills themselves.   Sausalito wasn't there either.  Treasure Island had been split into several pieces.  Caldecott Tunnel wasn't a tunnel anymore.  The rest of SF Bay area was wreckage, altho wreckage many times can be repaired.  The iridescent orange sky was full of ash and soot. 
The Feel of charring was most prevalent. 

I did not feel like this was a successful venture for either side.  I've attempted to analyze and fall short. 
I'd end up writing a book, just to give all the details I do remember from this. 
think you can pick it up???

This was a memory.  You were remembering one of the many things you'd previously lived through.  It was also a warning more than a foreshadowing.  Be aware.  Stay alert.  Stay focussed on the essentials and on the goals.  Let go of earthly desires.  Remember Alpha.  Continue working to restore other to Alpha, to the Creator, to the before time.  This came back to you to let you know what you are doing again.  In our teens and twenties it's hard to see that focus, to keep our eyes on Alpha.  Alpha gave you the gift of the dream to bring you back to It.  Look how you cleaned up and changed and have expanded your work.

Blessed Be
l'artiste

This is a response to an email from a friend regarding "shutting off" her Talents. 


To borrow a phrase from the TV Show, Lost in Space, "Danger Will Robinson, danger!!!!"

I had a chat with the Psychic Monk this morning. (my morning, his evening). We were discussing the issue of how many people are learning, or more aptly, NOT learning Talents..... We don't have enough Healers, Shamans, Witch Doctors, Exorcists, Energy Channelers etc to do all that is going to need to be done.

Part of the reason I haven't written as much as I used to, is that I've been overwhelmed with all the Visions that I'd been having. What I've Seen scares the hell out of me. And trust me, doing what I do for as long as I have, Hell doesn't scare me.
None of us are going to have the luxury of refuting our gifts for much longer. It is much easier to accept, learn, and go on, than try to deal with being forced to use them on a moments notice with no comfort zone.

What I'm picking up is fear for your family, especially your son. A big part of what you should be doing is learning all that you can, and practicing so as to protect him, and eventually teach him. A good friend in california is in the same position. She too is an exorcist.... However her main job right now is to protect her son so that he stays alive long enough to learn what ever it is he needs to learn, to do the job that he is here to do. (and I don't want his job... mine is rough enough) Others of us have to pick up the extra stuff that she cannot do right now until he is ready.

Please don't get me wrong; fear can be a powerful motivator. It can also be a crippling aspect. It all depends on what you let it do to you. Don't let fear control you.
What I suggest, is to pray your your Higher Power for guidance. You've got plenty of guardians and guides around you for protection. Listen to what they've got to say.

A question: is it you're not feeling Energy, or don't have any energy?? For the first, one answer would be that there's not a whole lot of Energy flying around that area to Feel in the first place. And what is there is being redirected as per your desire to "shut down". Energy's are shifting planet wide.... some areas right now are in total upheaval. Others calm. If its the 2nd part, then you probably are doing so much in your sleep that you don't have any energy left for yourself. Make sure you are taking care of yourself. Ie, eat healthy, exercise, etc. Ok, smoke a cigarette or 4.. Wait thats for me... :-)

Gotta find a balance within yourself that works for you.

Hope that helps! Feel free to ask any questions you have ok.

Peace to you mon amie.

As we all know, the world is going through change.  That is the only constant.  There are plenty of prophecies being bandied about, from the end of the Mayan calendar, to Atlantis rising again to Armageddon (and don't get me started on that one).... There are 100s of websites by minds more learned (and  some more closed) that can wax more eloquently than I.  There's also the movie 2012.  I've seen the trailers.... I do admit I'm a sci/fi geek and can't wait to see the full movie. 

However..... Hollywood is just now starting to catch up with what I've Seen.  All the Gods/Goddesses help us if Hollywood fully catches up!!
If even a quarter of what is prophecied occurs whether physically, or even symbolically, then we need ALL the help we can get.  None of us, I repeat, NONE of us can afford to turn our backs on each other, let alone the planet.  We've got to work TOGETHER and teach and learn.   Nor can we turn our backs on our own Gifts/Talents.  We've been given those for a reason.   

Now let's use them. 

Blessed Be
l'artiste

I've not felt the need to do any writing on this site for quite awhile.  I was feeling that the "energy" wasn't there any more. 
I have, however, realized that this is an outlet for me.   
Even when no one responds to my blogging, I can still get the "stuff" outta my head, which is more important.  I do wish though that there was increased feedback on shared experiences.   Part of my responsibility is to get the messages out as well.  Those that need them, will get them.  My hope is that more people get the message beyond just those that "need them". 
And even though I haven't written, the Work I've been doing has continued in many ways.  Even the Visions are hitting very strong, moreso than usual. 

Today, while doing some energy training with a student, I had a first.  I actually got a forewarning of Vision.  Normally they just occur like getting hit upside the head with a baseball bat from behind.  I've heard people who get migraines do have some sense when they're about to hit.  This was similar. 
I was able to stop what I was doing and park my butt in a meditative spot to let the Vision come.  Boy did it ever! 

This was actually two. One right after the other without respite in between them.  The first,  I was playing tourista in Munchen, when the sky literally ripped open and I could see the cosmos/multiverse through that tear.  Everything around me was getting literally pulled apart into different energy components.  People, buildings, the ground, the air.   Bolts of energy flying every which direction, from nowhere to all over.  I was not able to See as observer, but Saw as a participant.  So I cannot relate all of what occurred in the city, as well as outside, as the hole was approximately a few hundred miles long.  Fortunately this part didn't last long. 

The second one laster longer, and I was strictly observer in this.  A student of mine was in the desert a few miles from the Grand Canyon.  As he was hiking, he started manipulating the ground in that area to make it as fluid as water.  Waves started forming and flowing towards the canyon.  Cacti, brush, scrub, boulders, etc getting tossed about like they were flotsam.  Several of the larger hills collapsed, creating even more huge waves of earth.  He was glowing purple and silver during this entire Vision.  Now this was not earthquakes either. This was literally treating the ground like water.  When he reached down and pulled up a handful of dirt and it trickled out like doing the same in a river.

When it ended, I got up to grab my cigarettes and a cup of coffee to reflect on what I had Seen.  My student had been downloading music on my computer.  When I came out to the living room, he was actually glowing the same colors!!

We proceeded to talk these Visions through.  He's not a Seer. Yet. 

Of course, like any new student, he wants to be able to do all of that and more....  I did remind him that all of what we do now is more on the energy level, and does affect the physical realm in many ways.  It also comes with a helluva lot of responsibility. 
After I showed him just some of the blogging I had done, without even getting into any of the other blogs that friends have done, he was amazed at how I even am as grounded as I am.   I do have to agree with him......  I did remind him also, to be careful of what he asks for, in that he just might get it.  I was referencing a dream he told me about last week.

His dream was that he was back in Southern California visiting his parents (his father passed away about 15 years ago).  They got into an argument while he was there, so he decided to fly upwards.  He saw the equivalent of a mushroom cloud where they were standing.  Continuing up into space, he came across a multitude of angels near the moon who were looking at the planet and just crying. 

I don't blame them at all. 

Fortunately for him, this dream is more symbolic than the ones I have, which are more literal in "application". 

Now, I'm off to bed.  Hopefully to get some much needed rest.  This part of my talents does take its toll physically, mentally, emotionally, and more.  Yes, I did have dinner, I did take a long hot shower to ground out, I did cut back on the coffee after dinner too.  No I did not cut back on the cigarettes :-).  Thanks for being here Gaia.

Blessed Be to all.
l'artiste

As I was correspodning with a friend a week or so ago, I was granted a Vision.   Granted, though, is such a loose term.  More like hit right upside the head by a 4x4 is more appropriate.  The following is an excerpt from that email. 

"I do have a Visual right now of you standing on a hillside, with a river running through the valley... projecting absolute Healing to the Earth.  There is an overlap of images, many Totems/Spirits all acting as One.  (this is different than that first one I mentioned)  There are no other people with you.  This is all Spirit work with one human channel. 

OMG!  There are 19 others doing the same thing all over the planet at the same time.  Virginia, SC, Calif, NZ, Japan, South America, upstate NY, Pakistan, Guam, india, Marseilles, Berlin, Greenland, Nepal, Egypt and others that I don't recognize.  (hhmm i think I need to do more travelling)   <insert favorite vernacular here>  I really hate getting slapped with that kind of Vision.  I feel so disoriented afterwards.  I'm literally in all those places at once.  (even though this email is short compared to some I've written, its taken almost 2 hrs to write. Mark had to talk me off the ceiling on this one).  There are 12 men and 8 women doing this work.  There is tho a balance in the male/female energies, some of the guys are using more of the feminine than masculine.  "

I've been able to relook at that Vision.  Unlike other Visions that I've had, this one is easily accessible to view.  Unless I've written them down, or they are very strong, I'm not always able to retrieve what I've Seen again. 

I know 3 of the people involved, not including self.  The others I've not met yet physically.  My part in this, other than Seeing it, is to act as a channel between all 20 of those individuals as well as all those Spirits.  I'm at the center of the planet linking them all together.  The only time frame that I can pick up is Spring'ish in the Northern Hemisphere, only due to a lack of snow on the ground.  The people are dressed comfortably for their environments, but no heavy coats etc that I could tell.  Actually several gave the impression of being skyclad (naked that is). 

All the major Spirits in their various areas were participating..... Earth, Water, Air, Fire, Wolf, Lizard, Dragon, Mantis, Ant, Bear, Leopard, Lion, Elephant, Raven, Turtle, Manta, and so many other Totems.  The equivalents of the taotaomo'na from Guam in all areas were included. 

This type of metaconcert of activity, I've never seen, nor Seen, before.  I've seen Ghost Dances, where one person acts as a channel/conduit/circuit breaker for other people who are channeling through them.   

I cannot but help think, what the hell is happening to our planet that this intense of work needs to be accomplished.  Then, silly me, I read the news.  Israel is bombing the Hamas again.  Pakistan is getting ready to invade India.  The US is still sending troops to Iran and Iraq.  Toxic waste spills, murders all over, political upheavals in Indonesia and Thailand, plane crashes, ferries sinking.  Brad  and Angelina  had a fight.  (Sorry, couldn't resist. that one. )  The economy is worsening worldwide.  Pirates hijacking cruise ships, winter storms worsening....... Yes, I realize that much of this news is sensationalized to sell newspapers.  However......

This list goes on ad nauseum...  Is it any wonder that Mother needs help?  I call out to all of you for your assistance.  I Saw 20 people and hundreds of Spirits working to Heal the planet.  There are over 150,000 people on this site alone.  What are YOU going to do to help? 

Light and Peace
l'artiste

I've read and reread my journal numerous times since I first wrote about that experience in Chiang Mai in an attempt to understand more of what Mother was saying, and not saying.   Reading between the lines is rather problematic.  Mother tends to be rather vague at the best of times. 

Some of the questions that arose would seem blasphemous and heretical to some.  No, I won't repeat them here, as I do try to keep my end of the public forum clean of certain vernaculars.  I did, however, talk with my friend who loves to curse at Father in Yiddish, and Sumerian, and Aramaic , and a few other long dead languages.   He basically gave the same answer I had come up with.  That is , keep plugging along.  When She's ready to divulge more, She will.  He also added, "Quit being such a warrior.  It doesn't quite work that way anymore."  I do hope he's right in that one. 

While I am aware that many things can be interpreted in numerous ways, others need to be accepted at face value.  I'm quite familar with the Serenity Prayer <G>....

Since our return to the island, life actually has been somewhat edgy.  Both of us have been working some horrific hours.  There also has been an increase in activity around the island.  Much of which right near the house, or more exactly, through the house.  Even with shielding in place.  I do believe Interstate 405, in southern California, is quieter. 

Just the other night, we were able to watch the equivalent of a meteor storm while indoors.  Meteors do, however, travel in more of a straight line than these sparks of light were doing.  It was pretty cool to watch this dance. 

About a week and a half ago, while at work, there was a situation that had me calling on a lot of my healing Talent.  We were shutting down the store for the night when I got a call from an employee saying that another one needed an ambulance. 
As I approached the employee to find out what was happening, I got hit with a psychic emotional blast so hard that it shattered my personal shields.  I'm actually glad it wasn't aimed AT me directly.   Others felt it, more as an intense uneasiness, and backed away.  I rebuilt my wards quickly and went to him to find out what happened.  He admitted to an undisclosed psychiatric problem that he'd been being treated for.  The medication was not working like it should have been and consequently, he was having a schizophrenic attack of some sort.  While projecting calmness out to him to help alleviate some of the stress of that situation, I did discover that the man has some Talent.  I was able to surmise that someone, or something, else triggered his abilities and he went into a short circuited defense mode. 

By the time the ambulance had arrived, the man was shaking violently, in an attempt to maintain some self control.  I was busy on several fronts at once. One, in his psyche, to help ease the chaos going on in his mind. This being the equivalent of stopping an electrical storm with a pair of pliers.   Another, talking calmly to ease his fears out loud.  Yet another, attempting to slow his heart rate down to a more normal beat.  The paramedics confirmed a pulse of 150 before they pulled away.   The man's last question to me was, "Am I going to see the Devil tonight?"  I did answer as honestly as I could by saying No, there will be Angels with you tonight.  As well as others who can help you even more that I can."   I did call on extra assistance for him, as well as myself so that I could finish what I was doing at work, and make it home without wrecking my vehicle in the process.  No, I don't remember the drive home at all.   About the only thing I do remember is when heading down the hall to the bathroom as I felt like I was going to vomit, was running into the wall.  Mind you, our walls are concrete, not drywall.  Yes, that hurt!  I had a bruise on my shoulder for several days. 

I've also mentioned before in another blog, about time warps.  (no, I'll refrain from any Rocky Horror jokes at this time thanks).  I had one a few days before the above situation occurred.  The prior times had been gaining time on my way to work.  The average time for where we're living now directly to work is about 25-30 minutes, depending on flow of traffic, or getting stuck behind a school bus.   Work is 15 miles away.  The speed limit for most of that is 35.  Yes, I do admit I can have a leadfoot.  This one morning, with no traffic, doing 45 most of the way, and only hitting 3 red lights total, it took almost an hour to get to the store.  Nope, I didn't stop for gas, or any other errands for that matter.   I still have not figured out where the extra half hour 'ish went.  I also did not remember to check the mileage to see if there was extra miles that shouldn't be there. 
Now if only I could figure out how to control that warping,  

I do Know that the time warps are more of a symptom of the changes occurring.   I am doing Work during these too..... I just don't remember it.  hhhhmmm might be time to find a psychic hypnotherapist. 

Yes, change is happening.  We've all talked about the pollyanna side of Spirituality, the save the planet, Being all One, the sugar coated feel good stuff.  It's now time to start talking about the rest of that reality.   I've continued to have Visions galore.  I'd fill up all the volumes of the Encycloypedia Britannica if I wrote them all down.  While there is upheavel, in politics, societal, environmental, religious, etc, it is not all bad.  Intense, very intense, yes.  Pretty, no.  Spectacular, yes.  Breathtaking, yes.
What's that old adage?  some things must go so that others may come.  Ok, bad paraphrasing I know.  That gives the idea though.

I do know that there are other Seers/psychics/Light Workers/Shamans/Angels/Healers etc, that are having Visions too.  Will you share your stories/blogs/experiences as well?     We all need to learn from each other.  We all need to project our Light as best we can.  One or two of us can make a difference.  Even more can make a bigger difference.  The question now is, Do you WANT to make a difference? 

Blessed Be
l'artiste

 

While it has been a few months since my last blog entry, I'm feeling the need to write again.  Several occurrences, one a few nights past, and another several weeks ago while on vacation, have precipitated a lot of that need. 

There are only a few places in Asia that I've had a desire to see.  One is Angkor Wat, Cambodia, another is Bangkok.   I've finaly made it to Bangkok, as well as Chiang Mai, Thailand.   To say that it was an experience is like saying water is wet.  Having lived on a small tropical island for over a year now, I've gotten spoiled with having space around me; quiet and solitude; the roar of the ocean nearby........ Yes, this island is also very very Spiritually active as well.  I've mentioned that before in other blogs.  I definitely wasn't as ready as I thought, going back into a major metropolitan city.  Millions of people vs a population of 150,000 makes for a whole lot of frenetic energies flying back and forth.   As a psychic with a strong Empathic sense, it is easy to get overloaded with all the raw emotion floating around. 

Fortunately, there are some oases of serenity.  One of these was the Grand Palace Complex.   The architecture itself was amazing.  I was able to get some great photos as well as have a chance to actually breathe again.  I did spend some time inside with the Emerald Buddha in silent meditation.  (btw, it is really jade, not emerald).

After playing tourista for a few days with my roommate, we went up to Chiang Mai.  The resort we stayed out was about 30 klicks outside the city.  There are not enough words to fully describe the feel of the area...calm, peaceful, quiet, tranquil, untroubled are just a few that barely begin.   While there,  I was able to treat myself to several amazing massages.  Both massage therapists were excellent at what they do.  One however, I'm not sure if she really knows what happened in the room. 
I am still processing that myself. 

Just moments after the massage was started,  I Felt a Power blossom and expand to fill the entire room, and then some.  The therapist's fingers as she was rubbing my scalp, grew longer and wider.  Her energy shifted to something I'd only Felt a few times before and definitely not in this lifetime.  Her touch became Touch and reached beyond the physical. 

Her first words were, "Child, it has been too long since I've seen you in flesh like this.  My apologies for being distant.  I have watched you when I can.  You've grown beyond my imagining." 

As I went to respond,  feeling (and Feeling) Her strength, power, love, wisdom, determination, age, knowledge, will, compassion, sensuality, She shushed me and told me to relax and enjoy this moment. 

She continued on, "You've a long and heavy road ahead.  Rest when you can.  The works you've done already have been training for what you will be doing.  You are not alone. Always remember that.  There is a Darkness coming.  It is not Evil in and of itself.  Humans, and Spirits alike, will be choosing.  Shine your Light always.  Continue to spread that Light to others so that they can Shine as well.   The ones you teach, and will teach, have their own choices to make.  You must let them make their choice on their own.  Do not force that. " 

She continued to speak, tucking those words into the recesses of my mind, to give to the individuals needing those particular messages.  Some have already been passed on.  While talking, She was holding me, and continuing the massage.  (gives multitasking new meaning). 

I did open my eyes once during the massage, to see Mother.  I could See Her easily enough.  What I did see was the massage therapist who's eyes were like golden sheen obsidian.  Deep, dark, yet bright all at once.  While She didn't completely erase the emotional pain I had been feeling, it was eased quite a bit by the time the massage was finished. 
The last words I Heard were " You are Loved, my Son."

To say that I was a bit of a space case afterwards is rather like saying the Sahara desert is dry. 
The rest of this entry will have to wait for another day.  Mundanity, ie the day job,  calls. 
Blessed Be
l'artiste