A Deity by any other name....

Humourous Theology Discussions.

While speculating on the form a divine being might take, and recognizing that it couldn't be understood by limited human experience we stumbled upon an obvious, hidden for centuries in plain sight answer...

When we consider that the word "GOD" is volatile for some folks, and accept that some prefer a different name for their understanding of, and representation of a supreme deity: "Goddess", "Chuthulu", "The Universe"..... Whatever. We begin to understand that "a rose by any other name...." None can see or know the whole of the truth, so call it what works for you.

The point being that the name and the conceptualization of something are not the same thing.  Not at all. If one is secure in ones own faith and beliefs, one can entertain discussions that use different metaphors.

So take this plunge with me. While discussing the ideas above, we wondered down this road. People love to say that "GOD spelled backwards is DOG".  And dogs are awesome. But backwards is...well... backwards, the opposite of....

So surely the supreme, divine being responsible for all creation, humans, monsters, thrills, and coziness, as well as vicious destruction, -characterized  of course, by the apparent indifference to suffering and the random miraculous occurrences of benevolence... Is clearly a CAT.

Think about this. The internet is powered by cats. Cats were worshipped in ancient Egypt, and modern households. And demonstrated intelligence drops by at least 75% when a devotee is in the presence of a cat representative here on Earth.... Many cats even love dogs (as long as the dog knows who is dominant). You're welcome.

Finally, reality has been explained!! Go forth with this info and play with your food, nap in sunny spots, demand love from those you love, flirt with strangers, cause a little mischief, keep your hands clean, practice good grooming, ignore the naysayers or lol them with kindness, and walk away when you know you deserve better.

Energy Vampires

From Oct. 2018

Energy vampires.
We've all been there. Minding your own business, and suddenly someone, usually a relative stranger, swoops in and tries too hard to help, or to make something (that wasn't hard to begin with) "easier" for you. Seemingly helpful, these smarmy, needy folk, can't seem to get their need for control, recognition or aknowledgement met directly so they manipulate, herd, probe to get enough info to place themselves in some imagined level of connection or intimacy and ZAPPPPP!

(Some might be so conditioned to this coping strategy, that they don't consciously realize what the hell they are doing. Maybe they don't even KNOW they are indirect or manipulative, they are so checked out themselves, -but as Dean on Supernatural says "a monster is still a monster Sam".)

EVERYTHING GOES NUMB, and you are totally, inconsolably drained. Usually without even knowing why until much later when the venom wears off. Don't worry, there is already someone at your elbow to "help" you some more. -That moment of incoherent, confusion is what they were priming you for. Time for the second swoop. Time to ram that stinger home. Time to try and suck you dry. -Unless you are savvy enough to realize you need Emergency SELF CARE, not their care. And you make a get away.  Run baby Run. Call in favors if you have too.

You breathe, you reorient, you begin to come back to yourself enough to know you need a deep cleansing, pronto. Strip off the layers, the faster the better. And after you shed the clothes, the vibe, the outer layer of psychic skin they tentaceled onto, you begin to thaw, usually in the shower. You finally proceed to peice together what happened. Then you either crumble and hide and look to some advanced self care, or you get really angry, and begin to  mend all your cracked defenses.

After 45 years of the former, I've gotten good at constructing my defense system to rarely be Tangled by one on my home turf anymore. I now tend toward the later. And I will be making some subtle and not so subtle changes about who I talk to in the locker room at my exercise class after this.
Meanwhile, we open the door for this wonderful discussion for self care, boundaries for self and others, and the perks and pitfalls of communication, expectation and perception....
Blessed be my lovelies. You DO you, and that is enough.

HELP! I think I'm psychic!

One thing I have noticed about closet psychics is our extreme sensitivity to environmental influences, other peoples moods, stated or underlying can really effect us. For this reason many sensitives do not like crowded public places, where they might experience a lot of psychic noise or other input overload, creating restlessness or neurotic behaviors; While for others, like me, this kind of extreme over stimulation can become like white noise and help clear the slate, returning us to a neutral space where we can hear and feel our OWN thoughts and feelings again. Very useful after a few days of extreme closeness with small groups or one on one interactions.

We often experience other peoples moods or thought patterns as if they were our own, and with out training and a lot of compassion, or a lot of trial and error experience it can be tough to tell the difference in the first half of our lives. This can manifest as nervousness, extreme anxiety, depression, and a number of other psychoses. But the cause is over sensitivity to others. Maybe its autism, maybe its psychotic paranoid schizophrenia. However we do or do not get diagnosed, the cause is the same if we are indeed a closet psychic. We unintentionally feel and sense the emotions and thought process patterns of everyone around us indiscriminately! With out training we cannot shut it off.

So for some of us medication can help us to function in the rest of the world. It can lift the edge off the severe anxiety, help us focus instead of feeling scatterbrained, and allow us to actually follow verbal conversations without responding solely to the underlying emotional energy of the speaker or the room. In short, the right medications can help us gain some sense of control, over our own internal responses to our often, otherwise chaotic perceptions. The right counselor and med combination can see us through some deep turmoil, and land us in a place of feeling much less overwhelmed with everyday life and necessary contact.

So what happens if we don't take the medications, cant afford them or forget them? In my own case I notice with in about 12 to 15 hours. My mood and mental state will disintegrate back to old levels of inadequacy and feelings of being overwhelmed and unable to cope with basic daily interactions. My ability to focus disappears, and my compassion and empathy rule even when it might Not be in my own best interests. Without proper medications because of a propensity against them, or a denial of need for them, these people tend to self medicate. We have all done it. A good stiff drink or three, that soon becomes daily, chain smoking cigarettes to calm the mind or emotions, or smoking lots of marijuana away from the party. Some people get into more extreme things like LSD, mushrooms, peyote, or even methamphetamine’s, cocaine and PCP.

The list goes on, but for closet psychics the story and root cause is the same. Trying to cope with feeling way more then our own share of reality, or trying to drown out the cacophony of voices in our heads, terrified that if we tell someone they will call us crazy. Unfortunately many of these drugs increase ones sensitivity to others creating a physiologically positive feedback loop, that reinforces itself and is detrimental to the already overwhelmed closet psychic seeking escapism. The upside is that now one is not “crazy” for hearing other peoples thoughts, now one is merely a drug addict, and can write it all off as a “bad trip”.

But this is rarely the case. More and more people feel overwhelmed with modern life IF they are not completely, emotionally shut down to it all. Perhaps this increased sensitivity to one another is part of our human evolution. We can't keep killing each other when we hear the thoughts and feel the feelings of our fellow beings. At some point we must stop because it truly makes us crazy to continue any act of cruelty or violence, it rips the soul. And divides us from ourselves. For it has long been said we are all one. If we are one we must respect and preserve one another well being, and being a psychic will become so accepted and commonplace after 2012, that it will no longer have meaning.

So how do we handle the transition? First we must give due respect and due credit to those struggling with their own psychic or empathic abilities. We must create a safe space for people to explore and speak about these kinds of topics as they feel ready to open to it and seek support. While the average counselor psychiatrist and psychoanalyst will give their own negative-sounding labels to this phenomenon, and rush to medicate us, we must not allow these labels to become our identities, we must consider that these diagnosis are from very rigid, and old, limited schools of thought. While these singular opinions may be useful on the journey, they can also be detrimental to our self esteem if they overly identify with a Freudian philosophy. Seek instead a Jungian psychologist.

We must strive to support one another. If we are over whelmed we must seek mentoring from closet psychics who are further along in their coping skills then we are; those quiet individuals who still have heart and soul yet will speak about these subjects to our own comfort level. They can share their stories and recovery sequences with us, they can help us identify our selves in the cacophony of input that pours in, and most importantly they can share skills for shutting out or turning down the volume, so we can balance ourselves and tell the difference between our own emotions and those of others. It takes practice, but it is so necessary. Some of us learned the hard way, but are usually happy to help others with a sincere and earnest need for assistance. Just remember even with help you still have to learn your own lessons and experience your own circumstances. Boundaries help us all do this better.

life with out a ghost

I am sort of used to ghosts. Part of my childhood was spent in a haunted motel, and my years on the coast I had ghosts in the three of the four places that I lived. Its not really so spooky, you just talk to them, tell them what to do and treat them like the weird old relative that may not always act appropriately.

I had a little illegal apartment above main street, in an old building, that had been a sort of flop house nearly 30 years before. Sometimes at night there seemed to be a distant presence in other parts of the building, but it avoided me, and I just ignored it, still coming to terms with my on awareness and senses.

In Nye Beach there was a Thanksgiving Ghost that would visit. He was an old fisherman that would come and sit in the dining room. He was there about 4 days the first year and we just talked to him during meals and once I set a place for him. I invited him back the next year he stayed longer, glad of the company. Once he even showed up in march during a particularly stormy period on the ocean, we got used to him coming and going, but he got to comfortable and I had to tell him that he was not allowed to follow us into the bathroom or watch my daughter or I shower. Sometimes we could smell the smoke on his clothes when he came in, and he liked to follow the cat outside from time to time.

In Agate Beach there was a trapped memory of an abused little girl, and the ghost of a dog. the dog loved my daughter and used to sleep in her room with her. She got rather attached to it and then one day gardening, we found its skull out in the yard. The little girl was mostly outside but sometimes she was in the kitchen or the basement, she was very frightened and we had to set her free several times before the memory pattern began to fade out. We used to smell cigarettes in that house too. sometimes it was the moemory pattern of the man that had abused her, but we got rid of him pretty easily. After that is was just Grandma Chris passing through. She always had a smoke. She died in Texas and visited us occasionally for years both just before and after her passing. Usually she just showed up to tell my husband to call his mother.

I have not encountered an actual ghost in several years now, not even in creepy places that other people think are haunted. It is a little bit odd once I give it a bit of thought. perhaps I should join ghost hunters. lol

Confessions

I am a psychic. No I can't tell your fortune or your future. I am not a party game. I am an empathic energy worker who grew up psychically aware. And other then talks with immediate family, I am very in the closet. Who wants to be the freak in the room? or the circus performer all the time?

There are a lot of fakes out there, and a lot of made up dogma that makes us all look flaky, delusional or just plain ditzy. There are so many people who judge the very idea with out knowing any thing about it; there is a lot of fear about things people do not understand or have direct experience with themselves. There is a lot of denial of the mere possibility. But the truth is there are different kinds of psychic awareness and different levels of psychic ability and knowledge.

For the most part, those of us with any true abilities have striven to keep it a dirty little secret. It is difficult to explain something other people do not see or understand. Like the color green; If you did not know of it, how could I make you understand what it is, how lush and beautiful in a forest? how pukey and dismal in a hospital? All the different shades and types and possibilities? I could not make you understand because you simply would not be able to conceptualize it, no matter how much I talked.

Often, when those with any psychic ability are young, we don't initially realize we are different, or that our gifts are unusual. Often we don't have a chance to understand how uncomfortable these ideas might make other people, because we don't feel comfortable with them ourselves. Sometimes we just KNOW things. We sense things, and sometimes, we feel them. And until we learn more about it, we usually cannot control when it will happen or how strong the impressions will be. How do you explain yourself when you do not have a language or culturally accepted concept of what you experience? You don't, you just secretly think you are kinda crazy and very alone if there is no one you can talk about it with. I was lucky. My whole family is crazy like that.

There is no rule for what a psychic IS or IS NOT, or what we might be able to do. Its like playing the violin really. Anyone can pick up an instrument and make some noise, but that doesn't mean that noise will make sense to anyone else, or even be "music" with out a lot of practice and training. Even then there are many flavors: beginners, life long novices, self taught hillbilly fiddlers, high school symphony players, child protege's and famous orchestra masters. When dealing with something that is not easily seen or understood by the masses, and disbelieved by crass and/or less sensitive people, it can be hard to validate and develop ones gift, or understand it inside of ones self. Many become drug addicts or alcoholics trying to suppress their "craziness", and keep others from noticing it.

I know people who deny and hide from their gifts in addictions and the distractions of electronics. But I also know people who can actually see and hear ghosts. I know those who hear voices and communicate with entities and spirits. None of these people make money from their gifts, or advertise these facts to the general public in any way. Most of them live their lives, firmly in the closet, trying to be and appear "normal" yet are deeply effected by their experiences. Most of those that I know who have embraced their gifts, utilize the knowledge in their lives and decisions quietly, discretely and with only subtle clues to indicate there might be more then meets the eye. NO giant pentagrams or amethyst pendulums, no ads in the paper, or loud, drunken proclamations to strangers at parties like so many of the wannabe's project.

I do not see ghosts, but I can sense them, and tell whether I am encountering a habitual pattern memory, an entity of sorts, or a traumatic event that has stuck to a location or even crossed dimensions. I often know if I even want to meet someone with out knowing anything about them, and at first sighting I often know instantly and instinctively that I will be good friends with someone for years to come, often before they say a word.

The hardest thing to explain to others about me, is the idea that I do NOT always experience TIME in a linear fashion like most people do. (huh?) Consequently I do not subscribe to the theories and generally accepted realities of linear based time models. Not being a physics major myself (although they get me and love my theories and ideas), I do not have the complete scientific vocabulary to adequately express myself or my ideas to the satisfaction of the general populace. I am used to that, but it does not change my experience or beliefs. I have frequently remembered people, places and things before I ever encountered them in my life.

I have been known to not show up for important events because of a bad feeling, or a memory of something that has not happened, yet that I prefer to avoid the logistics of. I usually, and conveniently blame it on a migraine. Its just easier then trying to convince a bunch of cynics and non-believers who fear this stuff, of my real reasons. They generally argue with my logic or try to "talk me out of" trusting my own tried and true perceptions. Yet I have lived with this all y life. I may have known them for two weeks. I do not enjoy deception, but self preservation and avoiding the snide judgements and/or upsetting otherwise decent people, seems kinder most of the time.

Pain and traumatic events are often the first impressions picked up by, and referred to by psychics because these are some of the "loudest" readings we get from people and places. The chaotic energy is kind of like a stereo blasting, almost impossible to ignore or avoid. Many closet psychics fear their gifts for this reason and never take their explorations and understanding further. Many become drug addicts and alcoholics in an attempt to shut it down and make it stop. Addiction is a powerful tool for avoidance of the self on many fronts.

But some of us decide to learn about it, explore and develop it. Some of us learn to trust our crazy sounding impressions and risk being outcasts. WE are the lucky ones. Once we learn to channel and at least partially control our gifts, we can tune in to the more subtle and nicer energies running amuck on the planet. We don't have to suffer all the time with everyone, we can learn to shut if off or at least turn down the volume enough to have our own lives again.

So there it is. I am a closet psychic. This is me, "coming out". I do not fear ghosts, and I have exorcised a few in my time when truly necessary. I usually stay in the closet. To many people discredit us, and to many Psychic Advisers are fakes. Real psychics may share their impressions when asked by those they trust, but few seldom if ever, give advice or "tell the future", instead we read people, places, and objects, like a short story. That knowledge does not mean we know what to do about it in most situations.

I would love feed back and stories from others about your own psychic experiences, or encounters. Wouldn't it be fabulous to work with a neurologist on these ideas? Brain scan of migraines brought on by empathic energetic responses? or psychic energy or perceptions? I think so....