Bringing Through Ancient Wisdom

 

Deriving wisdom from expanded non-material realities, continues from the Oracles of Delphi, to Hildegard of Bingen, to Edgar Cayce, Jane Roberts and the Seth-material, to Frank DeMarco and his conversations with Rita.

According to Jane Roberts, Seth described himself as an “energy personality essence no longer focused in physical matter,” and said that he was independent from Roberts’ subconscious. Channeling Seth, Roberts at times appeared stern, jovial or professorial. “His” voice was deeper and more masculine sounding than Roberts’ and had a distinct, although not identifiable, accent. Unlike the psychic Edgar Cayce, whose syntax when speaking in trance was antiquated and convoluted, Roberts’ syntax and sentence structures were modern and clear when speaking as Seth. The Seth Material was transcribed into books that continued to develop over time, but later texts never contradicted the material introduced in earlier works. Some “practice elements” were even given, so that the readers could see how some of the concepts could be practically experienced.

A painting of Seth and Jane Roberts

Seth’s effect upon New Age thinkers has been profound. The title jacket of The Nature of Personal Reality: A Seth Book, published in -74, and re-published in -94, contains testimonials from some of the most notable thinkers and writers within the movement. Marianne Williamson, Deepak Chopra, Shakti Gawain, Dan Millman, Louise Hay, Richard Bach, and others express the effect the Seth Material had upon their own awakening. In words similar to Williamson’s they state: “Seth was one of my first metaphysical teachers. He remains a constant source of knowledge and inspiration in my life.” Catherine L. Albanese, professor of religious history at the University of Chicago, stated that in the 1970s the Seth Material “launched an era of nationwide awareness” of the channeling trend. She believes it contributed to the “self-identity of an emergent New Age movement.”

The late amateur physicist Michael Talbot wrote, “To my great surprise—and slight annoyance—I found that Seth eloquently and lucidly articulated a view of reality that I had arrived at only after great effort and an extensive study of both paranormal phenomena and quantum physics.”

Seth’s wisdom channeled through Jan Robert’s was some of the most life enhancing perspective broadening information in the 20th century and the strength of the shared wisdom of expanded reality is still valid today.

Edgar Cayce (1877 –1945), “The Sleeping Prophet” gave what he called readings for decades while in a trance state. His sessions were transcribed and remain on file at the Association for Research and Enlightenment, a nonprofit organization he founded to preserve the material he brought forth. It was an amazing wealth of information, on many different subjects: healing, reincarnation, astrology, past and future events, particularly including Atlantis.

Cayce was the most documented psychic of the 20th century. Cayce’s psychic abilities began to appear early in his childhood. As an adult, Cayce would put himself into a state of meditation, connecting with the universal consciousness and from this state, came his “readings”. From holistic health and the treatment of illness to dream interpretation and reincarnation, Cayce’s readings and insights offer practical help and advice to individuals from all walks of life, even today.

The Cayce readings and books were unique in their time. His information healed many clients and his insights into past and future events expanded many people’s views of history and what’s yet to come. Perhaps most important of Cayce’s wisdom is that it gave people proof, insights and expanded awareness of themselves and reality. Cayce only really became world renown when the book The Sleeping Prophet was published by Jessie Stern in 1989. Before that Cayce was only known to a small group of people.

And now the tradition of bringing through nearly unknown and unknowable wisdom from the other side continues with:

Frank DeMarco and The Rita Books

Frank DeMarco is the author of eleven books rooted in 25 years of psychic exploration, including The Cosmic Internet, Imagine Yourself Well, and The Sphere and the Hologram. Since 2005, he has been actively engaged in an on-going series of conversations with various non-physical beings, including historical individuals and “past lives” incarnations. All these books center on the fact that large portions of ourselves exist in the non-physical and interact continuously with our physical life. This explains many strange things about our lives, and makes many things possible.

Frank’s most recent book: Awakening from the 3D World: How We Enter the Next Life, is centered on what it feels like from the other side, from the non-3D (three-dimensional) side, when you die. This is different from near-death experiences. Rita is dead. She is describing what happened and is happening to her, and to other people in general, as we die. It has elements of The Tibetan and The Egyptian Books of the Dead.

Rita was a scientist. She used both her left and right hemispheres of her brain equally. It has been written by many spiritual writers that it is important to learn to use our left hemisphere in this life for a better afterlife. Can knowledge of finances, mathematics, spreadsheets and the like help a soul function on the other side?  It is important that people develop both sides together, as Rita did. This is another way your self-development coalesces. Your left brain is primarily concerned with interacting with the material world, the ever-moving present moment, the separation of space and time, and the delayed consequences. It helps us live in material world conditions. When you go over to the other side, most beings who come there from here are viewed as entities who had experiences which transformed them. The soul is inserted into a given time and place and has these refining experiences.

Rita was very much the teacher in 3D life and she is still the teacher in non-3D life. This most recent book is centered around what happens when you die and become aware on the other side. This book deals in-depth with what happens when you die, as well as why it happens, and what the next world is like.

Awakening from the 3D World: How We Enter the Next Life, is Frank’s third book in which the now deceased Rita Warren dictates broader perspectives to Frank from the other side. It gives amazing advice on how to live meaningful fulfilling lives, which better prepare us to have the best possible existence after death. As an example, I always wondered – is the world busy being born or busy dying. Then I read these two paragraphs in, Awakening from the 3D world, where Rita states:

“A little thought will show you that any system that acquires additional layers of complication will change its nature. Coming to a greater understanding of a system changes it. Let me repeat that. Coming to a greater understanding of a given system in itself changes that system. How can it not? Increased self-consciousness changes the character of the pieces on the board, so to speak. A game in which the pieces have more self-awareness and more awareness of the system as a system, changes nature accordingly… Now apply it in the new context of the evolution of the—universe, world, reality, whatever word you choose to use to represent totality. Not only 3D but All-D. The destruction and re-creation of totality as described in Eastern scripture and dogma must be repetitious and even futile (or at least must count as “art for art’s sake”) if nothing really changes, if reality remains what it always was. But if the 3D world—to keep the argument simple for the moment—was created, did it not necessarily start out simpler than it became with the cumulative addition of so many previously non-existing compound beings, interacting and interacting and serving as the building blocks of yet more complex compound beings?”

Now I know our world is not only being born but the whole universe is evolving and becoming more self-aware and I have rededicated myself to my personal evolution.

Then in the same book there is this wonderful piece, where Rita continues to explain the nature of expanded reality. I found these thoughts, like so many, empowering me and allowing me to expand my very being.

“The landing I want to look at now is the one that follows relinquishment of the idea that we are primarily the “I” that we knew in 3D. We have already expanded that definition considerably, but now we abandon it (in effect) by allowing our viewpoint to shift from the 3D-consciousness to the larger consciousness that created and maintained it. The process of moving from 3D-oriented consciousness to a consciousness not rooted in 3D involves a change in perspective that you in 3D find hard to really envision.

It’s like the Irishman in Abraham Lincoln’s story who told the bartender he had promised his wife that he would stop drinking, and he intended to keep that promise, but he would be glad if the bartender would put a little whiskey in with his drink “unbeknown to myself.”

Well, that’s the problem, in a way, yes. But you have the advantage of also being the bartender…(It is about being both. The next step is to learn.) express your intent to let go of the self-definition that says “I am me,” and allow yourself, or even request, to experience the sense in which it would be better expressed, “I am not me.” In other words, you want to experience the part of yourself that has been excluded from your self-definition, the part that was not born into one time and place, that perhaps was never born at all. Only realize, “you want to experience” still leaves 3D-you as the focus. It’s a tricky redefinition, but you want to experience you not experiencing.”   So now what I do when challenged by life especially is stop being me and image what I am in my none 3D expanded self. Then I attempt to let more of that self, guide me and make decisions in my life. It sure seems to have worked great so far.”

All the Rita material is overflowing with such pearls of wisdom. Which place them clearly in the legacy of Seth and Edgar Cayce. I predict these books will be discovered and become world renown. Frank DeMarco’s authorship is familiar and comfortable. Frank and Rita were good friends and co-authored a great book, The Sphere and the Hologram before she died. Now Rita wakes Frank up and attempts to assist him in accurately writing down her unique view of expanded reality from her perspective being a deceased human. When I read these books, I feel I better understand many confusing points about reality and find ways I can make my life more on every level. I also feel like I’m sharing coffee with friends while doing spiritual exploration with Frank and Rita.

I feel that the Rita books are very important. I feel it follows in the tradition of the Oracles of Delphi, to Hildegard of Bingen, to Edgar Cayce and Jane Roberts and Seth. This is especially true for the Seth Material. I loved and got so much out of the Seth books, and I believe that the Rita books are in many ways a continuation of almost unobtainable knowledge from the other side of expanded reality.

Howling Dogs

 

 

My wife and I live at the end of a dirt road in a small valley deep in the forest, with a big garden outside, just near to a creek. Besides some distant neighbors, and the mail lady, we seldom have cars come down our road. Most of the year we go to bed to the sounds of the crickets, peeper frogs and katydids. We awake to birds singing. We think of it as idyllic. We have lived here for three years. About six months ago some people moved into a house on the crest of one of the valley ridges. Just close enough to hear their dogs howling fiercely. We at first found that a bothersome addition to our paradise, but no more than a small irritation.

Then it got worsts.  The owners of the dogs began letting the them roam late afternoons and evenings. We began being awakened by their barking and howling, as they roved our forest hunting our beloved deer, foxes, skunks, possums, raccoons and their kin.

I took to cursing these dogs terribly. I was very bothered by our loss of solitude and tranquility, but, being a civilized person I drove up to the house a few times, until I was able to catch the couple at home. I went to the door and rang the door-bell. The woman who opened  the door was very stiff,  with a very unfriendly look. I stated my concerns. She did not seem very interested or concerned. Her husband came and stood beside her. He felt somewhat aggressive, a business person who decided that country-side was now his new playing-ground. I tried to explain that hunting was illegal hereabouts, and that their dogs were disruptive to everyone, especially to me. They matter-of-factly stated that they had moved to the country to be able to have dogs. Then they dismissed me and closed the door in my face.

I endured the noises a while more. Then one afternoon, as the sun was setting, I was hiking out in the forest and I spied a mother deer and her young fawn. I sat down and watched as they nibbled leaves. Then, like banshees, the dogs descended on the young fawn and ripped it apart. They did not eat it, instead they race off after the escaping mother. I was shocked, but still decided to follow them, only to eventually see them catch her and kill her. Again, they left the carcass and raced off for more pray. My fears had been confirmed. They were brutal killers who killed just to kill. I went home and told my wife. We were both unnerved. The howling seemed to get worse after that.

About three weeks later I was walking in the forest as the sun was setting, and the dogs came out of nowhere. Going for me. One bit my leg. I kicked it with my other foot and grabbed a large branch and began swinging it wildly. The dogs stood their ground. They saw my leg was bleeding and wanted to finish the kill. I kept swinging the branch, while I awkwardly bent down and managed to clutch a large rock. I aimed, and hit one of the dogs in the nose, splitting it and drawing blood. He stopped growling and whimpered some, but the other dog became more aggressive. It advanced on me. I struck it hard on the nose and my branch broke and it kept coming at me. I tried to hold it off with my broken branch, but tripped as I backed up and fell backwards. My right hand fell on another rock, I picked it up and smashed it into the dogs open mouth. It yelped and ran away with his partner following. I limped home. My wife urged me to call the sheriff. I lodged a detailed complaint and they said they would investigate. Nothing seemed to happen, however. I called twice more with the same response and no results.

A few weeks later I had to be away a week on business. I have left my wife alone. She had always been fine with being alone. But, this time she called me on the sixth night I was away, and she was very shaken. She said that the dogs had come up our stairs and tried to claw their way into the house, howling all the time. She had locked the door and searched for some friendly sort of neighbor’s phone numbers. The neighbor couple had come to the house after a long agonizing time. Together the three of them had eventually chased the dogs away.

When I returned home I was terribly bothered. But, I just couldn’t come up with a plan. The howling seemed to have increased to most hours of the day and even louder in the early dark mornings. We kept pipes by our door and carried them on walks, and even walking to the car. We considered buying guns, but this was so against our principles that we just couldn’t. The idea of shooting and animal was disgraceful.

However, the dogs and their howling took over our lives and permeated everything we did. It seemed like it would never end. I would even jump out of bed from dreams of the dogs in our house, tearing us from limb to limb. I felt I was possessed and going mad.

Then one day the howling and barking just stopped. I felt off balance and confused. I drove by the house of the owners of the dogs, but could not see any sign of the dogs. I took to roving the woods and did not encounter them, or even hear them. They still haunted my dreams, but with time that began to lessen. Then, one day, while hiking far from our house I stumbled upon the decomposing remains of the dogs. I got on my knees and examined them. Something had gnawed on them, but more importantly their skulls seem to be crushed. It seemed that someone else had had enough.

Nearby there were a couple rocks with what must have been the remains of dried blood on them. And, oddly enough, by the rocks was also a handkerchief, looking just like one my wife and I shared. It too had blood on it. I thought this was a strange coincidence. Walking away from the scene I almost stumbled over a lead pipe. I was really confused, but in the end, I decided life is strange. The dogs that had so ruined our quite paradise were finally gone.

Yet still sometimes I awake at night, and think I hear their howling. Then, I find myself wondering if mean dogs have ghosts and if these ghosts are unforgiving?

(This is my attempt at fiction. How did I do?)

Fight the Holidays Blues

 

 

 

Ho, Ho, Ho. Happy holidays: Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and Warm Winter Solstice. Most cultures through the ages, all over the Northern hemisphere, have holidays of rebirth and new beginnings.

Ho, Ho, Ho. Happy holidays: Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and Warm Winter Solstice. Most cultures through the ages, all over the Northern hemisphere, have holidays of rebirth and new beginnings.

But, because days are becoming shorter here in the North, and because expectations for holidays are high, many people fight with depression, anxiety, aloneness and disappointment. The first thing to remember is that many people share these challenges this time of year. The next is to give yourself permission to feel some sadness and all the related emotions, but not to get lost in them or wallow in them. In our society many people use some form of opiates, or anti-depressants when feeling low. Sometimes this may be necessary over a period of time when the deep hole of depression, or the crushing immobility of anxiety, keep us from functioning at all. But, I feel that we are usually better off without them, and that they are definitely not the solution for a bout with general holiday blues. If we lower our expectations of the season, and raise our acceptance of whatever happens, we can do better.

Think of a holiday meal, for example. Maybe you are invited to a family gathering. You know uncle Eddie (or uncle Bob or aunt Jean) will be there and that he always ends up attacking your political beliefs. Well, if he always does, he probably is going to this year as well. So, why not be ready for him? Have questions ready, such as what he feels is working well on his side of the political arena. Then listen to him, but take none of it to heart. Uncle Eddie is just who uncle Eddie is. It is not your work to change him.

But what if you find yourself alone and lonely? Why not help someone less fortunate than you? Many churches, charities, and food kitchens either give out, or serve up, holiday dinners. One year during the holidays I had moved far away from anyone I knew, and I had very little money. I volunteered packing food for giveaways and served up holiday meals. I met all kinds of new people and made new friends. I was simply too busy to feel bad for myself.

Anxiety during holidays can be very tricky, of course. What if you think of the family gathering and you get an anxiety attack? What if you think of shopping for gifts and you feel you have no control? You can beat it! I have seen so many people get on the other side of those feelings. Take baby steps. You can call in sick to family gatherings, just as you would to work. If you have anxiety, your life is probably overly demanding, and not serving you well. Give yourself time out, reflect on what you can change, and make a new plan. Or, read up on self-hypnosis, affirmations and guided imagery. See yourself next year as a person that doesn’t have anxiety. You can manifest the changes you desire.

This is a season of unique beauty. There is a deep history of people coming together to celebrate the return of more sunlight. The year I was far away from everyone I knew, I walked down the nearby Downtown. I was an observer as you can only be if you are new to a place, and have no specific role in it yet. I observed people shopping, laughing, fretting, scurrying. I saw the beauty of the snow and the cold and the decorations everywhere. Most of all I observed it as just life and just another season.

The holidays have the potential to be miserable, or to be joyous. The only thing that can make a difference is our attitudes, our expectations, and our acceptance. The good news is that this is something we have influence over. This season is a time of giving and loving and that applies to ourselves as well. Let’s teach ourselves as you would a child you love and are responsible for. Set some standards, expect the best, applaud every victory and be loving and forgiving all the way. Then you will also have the energy to give others what they need – to be truly generous, as we should be during the time of the holidays.

But, because days are becoming shorter here in the North, and because expectations for holidays are high, many people fight with depression, anxiety, aloneness and disappointment. The first thing to remember is that many people share these challenges this time of year. The next is to give yourself permission to feel some sadness and all the related emotions, but not to get lost in them or wallow in them. In our society many people use some form of opiates, or anti-depressants when feeling low. Sometimes this may be necessary over a period of time when the deep hole of depression, or the crushing immobility of anxiety, keep us from functioning at all. But, I feel that we are usually better off without them, and that they are definitely not the solution for a bout with general holiday blues. If we lower our expectations of the season, and raise our acceptance of whatever happens, we can do better.

Think of a holiday meal, for example. Maybe you are invited to a family gathering. You know uncle Eddie (or uncle Bob or aunt Jean) will be there and that he always ends up attacking your political beliefs. Well, if he always does, he probably is going to this year as well. So, why not be ready for him? Have questions ready, such as what he feels is working well on his side of the political arena. Then listen to him, but take none of it to heart. Uncle Eddie is just who uncle Eddie is. It is not your work to change him.

But what if you find yourself alone and lonely? Why not help someone less fortunate than you? Many churches, charities, and food kitchens either give out, or serve up, holiday dinners. One year during the holidays I had moved far away from anyone I knew, and I had very little money. I volunteered packing food for giveaways and served up holiday meals. I met all kinds of new people and made new friends. I was simply too busy to feel bad for myself.

Anxiety during holidays can be very tricky, of course. What if you think of the family gathering and you get an anxiety attack? What if you think of shopping for gifts and you feel you have no control? You can beat it! I have seen so many people get on the other side of those feelings. Take baby steps. You can call in sick to family gatherings, just as you would to work. If you have anxiety, your life is probably overly demanding, and not serving you well. Give yourself time out, reflect on what you can change, and make a new plan. Or, read up on self-hypnosis, affirmations and guided imagery. See yourself next year as a person that doesn’t have anxiety. You can manifest the changes you desire.

This is a season of unique beauty. There is a deep history of people coming together to celebrate the return of more sunlight. The year I was far away from everyone I knew, I walked down the nearby Downtown. I was an observer as you can only be if you are new to a place, and have no specific role in it yet. I observed people shopping, laughing, fretting, scurrying. I saw the beauty of the snow and the cold and the decorations everywhere. Most of all I observed it as just life and just another season.

The holidays have the potential to be miserable, or to be joyous. The only thing that can make a difference is our attitudes, our expectations, and our acceptance. The good news is that this is something we have influence over. This season is a time of giving and loving and that applies to ourselves as well. Let’s teach ourselves as you would a child you love and are responsible for. Set some standards, expect the best, applaud every victory and be loving and forgiving all the way. Then you will also have the energy to give others what they need – to be truly generous, as we should be during the time of the holidays.

First appeared in December issue of The Echo World Magazine

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This is a Sample article from the December issue of The Echo World. Linnea Star explains why it is possible to see and photograph images in Crystals. Linnea is visiting Charlottesville and Kezwick 1-3 Dec – and will demonstrate this ability.. 1st Dec. Friday Night Unity of Charlottesville, Lecture 6:30-8:30
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Crystal Images Given from the Other Side
By Linnea Star

Crystals have been used within the metaphysical realm for centuries. Crystals have the ability to create harmony and renew your intrinsic energy, within you, as well as in your environment. Also, certain types of crystals promote healing, ease anxiety and can assist with deep meditation.

Crystal ball gazing has been a method of divination from ancient Egyptian times. My association with crystals has been ongoing for quite some time. When I work with them as a medium, I often see images that form within the transparent orb itself. But the most fascinating thing is, that I’m not the only one who can see these images. Often, people I work with, and do readings for, can see them as well. I want to share a few examples of this, as I find it is so precious, and meaningful, for the people who experience this phenomenon.

A few years ago, I had a client hold the crystal ball for a moment. After she held the crystal for a bit, I asked her to take a cellphone photo of it. The images that I had seen in the crystal were captured within the photo. My client could see these images as well. We call this Mystical Crystals. When a crystal ball is held by someone and then photographed, everyone receives different images within the orb. The process of holding the crystal allows the person’s own energy to coordinate with the Soul Spirit energy that is trying to connect from the other side. Therefore, each person who uses this technique receives images unique for them. That is, what a spirit on the other side wants to reveal to them. This unusual form of divination is quite visual. In this case, the phrase “seeing is believing,” is truly fitting.

The Mystical Crystal in the photo was taken December 2016, by a client with a life-threatening illness. We were initiating a prayer petition to The Blessed Mother. After he held the crystal in his hands and took a cellphone photo, you can see the definitive image of The Blessed Mother in the middle area of the crystal. He has since gone into a remission, and continues doing well against all odds. There are numerous venues of divination to use when reaching out to the other side. The benefit of crystal images is that the client actually sees what the medium, or Lightworker, sees.

There are client instances where various spirit messages can readily be seen by all in attendance. At a recent private event, a young lady wanted to reach a beloved grandfather who, sadly, had died last summer. Through me, he gave much information that she could confirm to be true, but that I could not possibly have known, or guessed. When she held the crystal orb, I asked her to focus on her memories of him. She used her cellphone to take a photo of the orb, and then we looked at it together. There was writing inside the orb, in big letters. They read: PAPA. As it turned out, that was what she had called him.

At another private event, with a group, the hostess had, sadly, lost her husband soon after the birth of their son, who was still an infant. Her husband came through immediately, telling me he was the victim of a hit and run driver – something his wife confirmed to be true. She held the crystal, and then took a photo of it with her cellphone. When we looked at the photo, an image of an infant’s head clearly was visible in the crystal, and she confessed that the infant resembled their son. Everyone in the room could see the image.

At yet another event, a cousin of one of the guests started speaking through me, with information only her relative could know. For my inner eye, I was also shown an image of the cousin in her younger years. She had long, dark hair parted in the middle. When the living cousin had held the crystal, and taken her cellphone photo, we were amazed to see the image of a woman with long, dark hair in the same style as I had seen through my inner eye. In the photo was also a big, white heart. I took that to mean that this cousin was sending her love from the other side to her living family.

Perhaps the most beneficial result of this specific form of crystal divination, is that anyone can see what I often see in transparent orb. Showing clearly to everyone who is present that the spirit world does indeed exist. That the grave is not the end, but the beginning of eternal light. That the soul truly is eternal.

Linnea Star is a Psychic Medium who does Past. Present. Future. Linnea has displayed metaphysical understanding of the Universe since childhood. Her website is www.LinneaStar.com. LangevinAxelsson Marketing represents Linnea. If you are interested in booking her for an event, contact us: 434-260-9952 or LangevinAxelssonMarketing@gmail.com
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Fighting Depression, Anxiety and Loneliness at the Holidays.

 

The leaves are almost all gone in Virginia. In the States, we all know Thanksgiving is coming. It is a season of appreciation and gratitude. Gratitude for a great summer, a fun fall, for being alive and being able to love. There is so much we have to give thanks for.

This is an especially good time of year to take control of how we live and how we think. I know many people who feel that their lives are not the way they wish them to be. But many people also realize they can do more about the quality of their lives. We can! But how do we do this?

How we think greatly affects our lives. Many of us work a minimum of forty hours a week. After work we are just too used up or too tired out to do much else than eat, hang out with family or friends, and sleep. We worry about our families’ health, the state of world events, paying our bills and tons of other things. For me, I have found that small changes can greatly enhance all that. It starts with how I think.

When I grew up, no one taught me that I could control how I think. Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t have control of my thoughts all the time, and it is not always easy to do. However, I have seen, without a doubt, that when I do control how I think, and what I focus on, things change. Things really do get better. But, if I focus on not having enough – not enough money, time, energy, health, love, or something else – there seems to become less of it.

There are ways to begin controlling what we focus on. I use a very simple one. When I find myself focusing on not having enough, I paint a big red “X” over that thought in my imagination. Then I ask myself how would I like things to be instead. And I imagine in detail, a picture of what my life would be like if I had what I wanted. I fill that imaginary picture in with as much detail as I can. What would I feel like, what would I see, what would it sound like, smell like, taste like …? Whenever I catch myself fearing not having enough, I paint my big red “X” and I change the channel in my thinking to my desired picture of having what I want. I am always amazed when I can make myself do this. Consistently my life gets better and I get more than enough.

We can all get depressed, overwhelmed, angry, resentful – you name it. But if we work on becoming more mindful about how we think and what we focus on, we can, with small changes in how we think, make major changes in the quality of our lives. I urge everyone to play with these ways of thinking differently.

In the meantime, I give thanks this month for every aspect of my life, and for all of The Echo World readers and our ever-expanding community. We are now distributing in Richmond, in a big way. What a thrill! It is an ancient, magical teaching, that what you give genuine gratitude for grows in your life. So, let’s all give thanks for each other and all that is good in our lives, and let’s begin expecting more of it. Let’s laugh at the silliness of the world, national and international news. We live in interesting times. Let’s make the most of the opportunities they provide, and enjoy all we are blessed to be and have. May it be a great season of Thanks and Giving!

Reprinted from October 2017 The Echo World Magazine / TheEchoWorld.com

What was behind Ranch Tehama Shooting?

Rancho Tehama Reserve is an unincorporated community in Tehama County California, United States. The population was 1,485 at the 2010 census. There is no reasonably priced internet service, nor TV service, cell phones do not work there, and landline phones are expensive. There is no bus service, or any form of public transportation anywhere. The closest cities are Red Bluff, which is twenty-five miles away, and Corning, which is twenty-three miles away. Both are down long curvy unlighted country roads.

For an amazing season of my life I was a social worker for Children Services in Tehama County. It took me a few months working in Tehama County before I was sent to Rancho Tehama to investigate a case of suspected child abuse. It was the middle of the day and, yet, I was surprised to observe many working-age-adults sitting on their front porches sharing bottles of alcohol. The smell of marijuana lofted up to my county car. When I arrived at the home, the young couple of parents were not happy with me being there, asking them questions. But, after some small talk I won the parent’s trust and was quickly assured that their children were safe with them. However, I thought I should get their insights into this strangely isolated community I had never know existed. They informed me that producing, selling and using meth was the main activities in Rancho. They also said that many people who were having a difficult time finding work, and paying bills, would move to this township due to the very affordable rent. However, soon after moving there a lot of people would have their cars break down, not being able to afford repairs, and thus have no way to get to work in the only places there were jobs in Corning, Chico or Red Bluff. Instead, they would turn to growing marijuana or producing meth. It was usually not long before meth use and addiction followed. They said the big joke about people who lived there was that most of them had lost their front teeth due to meth use.

I was able to leave those children with their parents. However, over the next few years I often had to go to Rancho Tehama and remove neglected or abused children, usually due to alcoholism and meth addiction.

I was blessed to become the Co-Chairperson of Tehama Counties’ Building Community Partnership Committee. We did many great small projects in Corning, where our branch Children Services office was. Then we took on the big apartment project where Children Services had the most investigations and removals in Corning. We worked with the apartment complex manager, the mayor, the police chief and the superintendent of schools, and even the fire chief. We rallied the people who lived there to put together a summer time free lunch program, all kinds of free classes weekdays in the summer. My son even volunteered to teach soccer classes three afternoons every week. We started in April and went until September. We had gotten official figures of how often police, fire-department, ambulance, Adult Services, and Children Services had been called out to this complex the six months previously. When we rechecked the figures, the numbers had fallen drastically during the first six months the program was in place. (The call-out figures actually usually increased in the summer months.)

We followed this success with using the same model in the apartment complex in the city of Red Bluff where Children Services had been called out most frequently in this area in the recent years. We did a one-year-program and the success was very measurable. It felt great. My friend and Co-Chairperson, Tomas Loarca, and I agreed to take on the counties foster child community Rancho Tehama. We agreed this area was a power keg of potential trouble waiting for the wrong match.

We got the county administrators permission – with some resistance – because it wasn’t an apartment complex, but a 1500 people town. We started organizing meetings. The response was great right away. Everyone was excited that the county was willing to do things for them. A wonderful retired couple, Lew and Marnie, stepped forward and became the community focus people. They were key people, because Tomas and I could only get there so often. Almost every class or event we offered was very successful and well attended. We formed a committee to research and make a proposal to the proper agencies to bring in a bus service. This committee worked very diligently and hard, but, unfortunately, this part of the program was not successful. It was going well in Rancho Tehama, yet, we knew this was a big challenge which would require much more work than any apartment complex. When Tomas was offered a better paying position closer to his home and pregnant wife, he departed as the county went through a budget cut, so it became more difficult for Building Community Partnership to obtain support supplies and moneys. Then my life changed, and I left my employment at Tehama County. Lew and Marnie did their best when I left to maintain the classes and events for Rancho Tehama that we had launched, but there was no longer any county support. I have kept in touch with them for over five years and am amazed at all they have done for Rancho Tehama.

It was a Facebook posting by Lew on Wednesday the 15th Facebook that inspired me to write this blog posting. This is what he wrote: “I normally respond to each and every birthday wish and eventually will get to them all, but today may be an exception. It has been a crazy twenty-four hours. We will be busy with community healing today (Google Rancho Tehama if you don’t know why). The healing must begin. Thank you all for your well wishes, comments, support and for reaching out to insure we were safe and well.”

Then when I sent Lew this piece he wrote.”

I feel terrible for the shootings and killings in Rancho Tehama and wish healing to everyone there. But, I also think it is important for us all to be aware how many people and communities in the USA and the world exist in poverty, substance abuse, and isolation. As individuals and a society, we need to make time and efforts to help more and change things, to get to the root of the problems in places as Tehama. This is the only way to get to a place where acts like the sad shooting in Tehama stop occurring.

How Do I Write a Really Meaningful Magical Book?

Since high school I have wanted and worked to be a good, widely read, writer of materials that change lives. Now at sixty-four I still struggle with this same challenge. I have written and published three books and literally many hundred articles. But, what matters most to write is always my question? I love life, the planet Earth, and to be human. I savor the feel of the wind on my cheek, the smell of leaves in the fall, the taste of good food, the sweet sound of music, and I love the sights of nature and cities alike.

I love my children, and the fact that they are two of my very best friends at twenty-eight and twenty-nine thrills me to no end. I am so blessed to have married a goddess and to enjoy life with her each day. Our love is divine.

I am looking forward to my next thirty, or forty years, to enjoy every moment of being alive and all the accomplishments and adventures those years will bring.

At this season in my life, I am drawn to write a book of living magically. I hate preachy books, I have a hard time with many New Age books, I can’t stand holier- than-thou spiritual teachers, and I certainly don’t care for people who feel their beliefs and ways of living are the only right ones. Yet, I dare to think I could bring together a book about how my wife Sofia and I have lived magically, and that this book might be different than all that. Not to show the way, not to make others feel this is what they must or should do. But rather, just for the sake of sharing works for us and how we have evolved with it, and tell fun stories of our lives along the way.

I live in the real world fairly well. I am a good business man and have built million-dollar businesses. But my main passions have since my earliest memories been spirituality, magic, the occult, the mysteries and forbidden areas of life. Why? Did I bring these passions into this life from a another one?  I saw ghosts when I was young. I studied with the Laurie Cabot, witches in Salem, Massachusetts, with Starhawk and the witches of San Francisco. I spent many months on many trips in Latin America studying and sharing ceremonies and rituals with many shamans. I founded and published an edge cutting New Age magazine named Magical Blend, for 27 years and after a ten year break find myself publishing a magazine again. My wife has called me bombastic. I do admit to being a bit arrogant, full of myself and a bragger.

None of that matters, other than that it helps me tell good stories. What matters for me is how I view life, how I live life and if I am evolving and inspiring others. I believe in most everything. I believe in magic, in Bigfoot, in many gods and goddesses, in ghosts, ghouls, demons, the Anunnaki, UFO’s, extraterrestrials, other dimensions, elves, fairies, forest folks, vampires, Tantric sex … you name it. I believe in it – if it feels fun, possible and real to me.

I believe that how we think, and what we focus on and expect in our lives is the most powerful creative force in our lives. A good friend of mine and great author Frank DeMarco teaches people how to listen to their inner guidance and how to talk to the dead. I call what he uses the “what if approach.” Say you want to talk to your dead grandmother. What if you sat down alone and began making believe you were talking to her? What if you did this until you started hearing things come out of your mouth you could not know or would not ever say?

I have always used something like this approach with almost everything. What if I could find a perfect lover? What would that be like? What if I could live the life of my dreams, what would that be like? I feel I have achieved both of these. So I continue to ask what if…

What if I could make the time, energy and conjure up the burning motivation to write and publish a book that would inspire those who read it to live more magical, fulfilling, joyous lives? How would I do this best? What would that feel like? What would I write? Many people seem to read my blog these days any suggestions from any of you are welcomed. What if?

Deer Skulls, Ghosts and Unleashed Creativity

Reprinted from the October issue of The Echo World / TheEchoWorld.com

I am the son of a funeral director and the grandson of a funeral director. I have always felt a special connection to the essence of death. I have also always wanted to be a writer and an artist. It took me many years, however, to find a way to expand my creativity beyond writing.

I grew up in a funeral home with cemeteries close by. We lived on a farm in a small town in the country across the street from a large old cemetery. There were also two more large cemeteries adjacent to the farm. When I was only five, before I started school, my father took me down to our funeral home, where he had a dead corpse on the embalming table. He said, “If you are going to be a funeral director one day you have to get used to death. The best way is to touch a dead body.” I began crying and saying, “No, I do not want to.” My father had been an officer in the army, he had fought in North Africa in World War II and received two purple hearts. He was a harsh man and expected to be obeyed. Even at five I knew better than to resist him for long. I braced myself, slowly went forward and hesitantly raised my hand and touched the dead body.

Until this day I wonder if what I felt really happened, or if it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. But I did indeed feel a strong electric shock go from my fingers up my arm, all the way to my heart. That experience changed me and my relationship to death. I always feel that Death floats over my left shoulder in the form of a female entity. When I am unsure of whether to take an action or not, I always ask Death. She usually says, “I could claim you any minute. Act now, so you have no regrets the day I do.”

I spent much of my youth helping my father pick up dead bodies and embalming them. I always loved to rove in cemeteries late at night. When you live that closely to death it would only be logical that you would see ghosts. I believe there is a spirit in each of us that lives eternally and lingers around the body for days after the body dies. I also believe that some ghosts linger on Earth for a long time. I believe I have seen and even talked to many ghosts in my life.

I have been a writer for many years. Yet I always kept exploring how I might express my creativity in other ways. I tried painting with water colors and with oils. I tried throwing pottery. I tried sculpturing with clay and with stone. I tried dance, singing and even musical instruments. By the time I moved to Virginia I had resigned myself to the fact I was a good writer, and just plain terrible at all other art forms.

Soon after moving to Virginia, I found a falling down cabin, not too far from the house where I lived with my wife Sofia. After visiting it I began seeing a ghost in the house where I live. He told me that his name was George and I had woken him up. He told me many details of his life story. I told him I thought he was a figment of my imagination. He said: “You have been wanting some special items for your new home’s altar. Follow me and you will find them.” I walked behind George’s ghost, into the woods where he directed me to dig in a pile of branches where I found a large conch shell buried. How it got there still mystifies me. Then he led me with specific directions to find a deer skull sitting by itself at the base of a pine tree.

After that I believed fully that George was real. I believe that the deer skull was a way shower given to me by George. It put me on the path of what would turn out to be a very curious way of finding my very own artistic expression.

A short while later I wandered in the forest around our house and found a boar skull and some deer skulls. I brought them home, and as any good husband would do, gave them to my wife as presents. Sofia, being who she is, almost immediately started painting them. I was hypnotized.

I knew of Georgia O’Keeffe’s paintings. I had seen cattle skulls covered in jade or topaz. But to just paint on a dead boar or deer skull was beyond intriguing to me. That night I dreamed of the ghosts of dead deer and boar. They told me in the dream that they were wandering lost in the forest around our house. They said their skulls were just lying about unattended. They asked me to paint their skulls and give them a second life. I woke after that dream on a Saturday morning. As soon as I had breakfast, I went searching for more skulls and found a fair number. I brought them back, borrowed Sofia’s paints, and began trying my hand. As strange as this all sounds, I felt I had found a new artistic way. A way that I could artistically express myself.

Over the three plus years we have lived in Virginia I have painted and crafted almost fifty skulls. Some of them have become very elaborate. Sometimes, while I am painting, or gluing things on them, I feel their ghosts are informing me how to apply the paint. I often take certain colors of paint out, and have ideas how I will paint or decorate a skull, but then I hear a voice or feel guidance. I end up painting with different colors than I had first chosen, or decorating in very different ways then I had planned. It feels to me that the ghost of the skulls tells me what they want the result to be. It is such a new and unique set of feelings I experience while I am working on a skull. With my writing, I often wonder how it will affect the readers. With my skulls, I paint only to paint. I paint for the ghosts of the skulls and for myself. It is the closest to a purely creative, detached state I have ever been in. What a gift these animal ghosts have given me.

I have always wanted to have an artistic expression beyond writing. I always felt a special connection with the essence of death but it took the special magic of Virginia to allow me to bring these two things together in a weird, wonderful and fulfilling way.

Poem of Dreams

I had a dream. I heard an androgynous voice. It said, “Begin to listen. You will be given thirty-six lines, two and two, to be coupled into an eighteen stanza poem. The lines will come from conversations and from silence, they will come from books and from nature, they will be whispered to you and some will be screamed. Some will be clear, others you must stretch for. When you have all thirty-six lines you will know. Then arrange them as your intuition tells you to. You will know. They might seem silly, even slightly incomprehensible, but this is important. Listen, write them down, arrange them and share the final poem.”

I haven’t written poetry for years. But I followed the message I am given. This morning I finished the poem.

 

Poem of Dreams

“Might I remind you?” he said, eating his vodka-soaked nostrums
“Life is like a campfire, always burn everything you can in a safe distance”

Leaves fall because of the season, everything has seasons
Know, see, and trust the seasons

Be loving, blissful, sensual and fulfilled
Love like nothing else matters

Love eternally, take care of yourself
Lose yourself into love

Beauty doesn’t sink or fade
Beauty flows and is eternal

The candle flickers, as do all life, as do all love
Burn, burn bright, hot and eternally

The bird songs can be invisible
The bird songs can hold secrets and exquisite poetry

To paint is to manifest inner colors
Music is often within music

Weeds are healthy herbs
Ugly is not only acceptable, it is desirable

Money does not exist
Money is only how we view it

Rocks are solid and withstand time
Sell expensive rocks

Leaves are brown and green, lives are only life
Leaves falling from trees to decay, and on their way they the dance gloriously

The shadows of leaves can be anything
Listen with the right ear. See with imagination and wonder

He played until he was bloody
Forgive yourself and the entire world

Red disappointment, blue feelings
Fear is transforming into beauty

We form things out of our imaginations, we create everything out of nothing
Without forming and creating, the real world has no meaning

We can feel presences, where there should be none
You bring back the old gods – thank you

Old gods, or new children
Creation, imagination, love …

This Is a Time of Transition!

This is a magical time for growth and change for both our planet, the entire cosmos and every sentient being in it.

My friend Maureen J. St. Germain, has written what I think is a great book, Waking up in 5D: A Practical Guide to Multidimensional Transformation. It explains the transformation that is happening on Earth and in our lives. We are transitioning from 3D through 4D into 5D. The fifth dimension leaves fear, doubts, anger and insecurities behind and replaces them with knowing, trust, wisdom, and of course, love. The fifth dimension is a state of being where time and space transform.


Maureen and her panel of twenty-two guests are offering a free online summit inspired by her book, the Waking Up in 5D Summit. Learn from cutting edge 5D leaders as they share ideas, tools, broader understanding and how to have a deeper connection to the 5D realm. Two of my favorites are Michael Grosso and Nicki Scully. Any panel that includes these two is sure to be entertaining and inspiriting.

Nicki Scully                                                                       Michael Grosso

Maureen J. St. Germain

But why am I so excited about people reading this book and taking part in this summit? Mainly because being taught the key points of the transition will make your lives so much better. You will learn so much and you can get lots of free gifts as well.
• You’ll learn about Avatars, Angels and Ascended Masters.
• You’ll learn that being 5D is a process – not permanent all at once.
• You’ll learn what being 5th dimensional is all about.


• You’ll learn how to discover how to apply the 5D understanding, shorten the learning curve and help assist everyone throughout the cosmos to consciously choose 5D – where love is the governing rule.


• It will answer how to connect with your Divine guidance.
• It will explain how you will know what is 5D and what is 3D.
• It will give you ideas on how to be proactively 5D.


• Every author has contributed a free gift.
• Maureen has multiple gifts and bonuses for the book.
• You will get the chance to learn how to “Wake up in 5D!

Ok I read this book twice. I got tons out of it. I will be attending the summit and am excited about it. If it speaks to you go to Maureen’s sign up page.

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