Recently, on Friday 2nd August 2013, I realized I forgot to take the milk back home from the office. As I don’t live far from it, I decided to go get it, and then buy something to eat, as it was Friday night, and I really didn’t feel like cooking.
During the course of an hour, I gradually became aware of something very odd and bizarre that was happening to me.
If you’ve ever experienced those flash dreams you have when you’re about to fall asleep, then you wake up and they fade immediately, then you’ll know what I’m talking about here.
I was remembering these fully formed dreams or visions after they happened. Every few moments, I would remember a dream that had just happened, but I could not remember what the dream was about, nor did it seem to actually impact on my actions or movement in any way at all.
I would almost be able to remember some of those dreams, but they were elusive, and seemed to have no connection to anything that was going on.
The only thing was that it seemed to contain fully formed memories of events that never occurred that vanished just as quickly. They were also very intense, but I did not seem to realize they were occurring while I was having them.
While they seemed to last a few seconds each time, I think they must have been split second events because I never zoned out or stopped functioning normally.
This continued when I got home, and while I am not a person who freaks out, I was feeling extremely disconcerted and wondering if I was experiencing some neurological disorder.
I decided I should go to bed and in the morning I was back to normal.
Now, that experience was unnerving and weird within itself, but what was stranger was when I asked for insight from a two of my soul family, one of them responded that she had been experiencing the exact same thing and it seemed that it was at the same time in spite of the fact that I’m in Australia and she’s in the U.S.A.
This person has shown herself to be very connected to my feelings and thoughts in the past, but her waking dream state began a few hours earlier than mine, it seems.
Personally, I can’t explain this one and I certainly did not enjoy the experience.
I’ve never taken drugs (or even been drunk for that matter) so I can only speculate if this is what being on drugs or what a flash back would be like.
I put this out there in case anyone else has had those experiences or has any insights.
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Have you ever heard a piece of music, knew it by heart, and yet it was the first time you ever heard it?
I know I have, but it always happened in dreams, or the period where I was between sleeping and waking.
The problem is, though, unless I somehow record it right away, it fades from my memory like gossamer strands on the breeze.
My earliest memory of such an occurrence was when I was around maybe 14 or so. I was just falling asleep, and I had this vision of both my parents standing on either side of me while I was playing the piano.
The tune was one I knew well, and yet I had never heard before… or since.
I woke up, and the memory, sadly, faded.
It is true that I used to play a piano when I was nine years old. Well, play isn’t the right word. I did it for a year, and I did not enjoy it, and it certainly wasn’t the high standard of the music I was playing in my vision.
Also around those years, I would hear music playing as I would drift off to sleep. Mostly it was instrumental, though not all the time. It was never music I knew, but I enjoyed hearing it.
It also was not from some other place outside my room. I could only hear it in my mind.
I would call it the music dimension, and I would often try to tune into it as I was falling asleep. I would succeed only some of the time, though.
That, too, eventually stopped. I think I just forgot to try and listen for it.
Another music dream occurred in 1983. It was one of those confused dreams, but someone said the following words to me: Brilliant days. And I replied: Wake up on brilliant days.
The weird thing was that I retained that memory.
I found out soon after that this was the line from a song called Someone, Somewhere in Summertime by Simple Minds, from their album New Gold Dream (81-82-83-84)
Maybe I had heard before that dream, as the album did come out in 82, even though I didn’t actually own it till later.
However, that particular song became extremely meaningful to me in 1984 (and is still meaningful even today with lines such as ‘Somewhere there is someplace that one million eyes can’t see and somewhere there is someone that can see what I can see’.)
It was just weird to have that line in my dream.
Another incident was when I went to sleep recording a classical piece of music to tape back in 83. I needed to get up around 3 am to drive to a holiday house, and I got some sleep in the area where I kept my music equipment.
Once recorded, the tape would reach its end, and automatically rewind.
When it was time for me to wake up, a very loud burst of music woke me up. I assumed that the recording had just ended, but when I checked, the tape had fully rewound so there was no way that could have occurred.
Another incident was a dream I had just before waking up. It was a very catchy disco song that I knew well in the dream, but when I awoke, I knew I had never heard it before. Sadly, that song faded right away.
I did not have anything more of that nature occur until more recently.
There were two separate dreams where I was dreaming of songs. They were also catchy, and I somehow knew them.
For both times, I was able to retain enough memory and sing it into a recorder. (Though, I honestly cannot sing to save my life.)
I remember both songs, and while they do not actually exist in this world that I’m aware of, they are very well formed and could actually even have hit potential. .
I also spoke of, in a previous blog, about hearing a song all night when I was nine years old, but the different was that I was not asleep for that incident, so I’m not sure it falls into the same category.
That is all I can recall in regards to such incidences. The only other thing I’ve had on the odd occasion was waking up to woman calling my name, even though I was alone in the house.
I think, each time, this occurred, there was a need for me to be up and awake.
I’ve heard of the Music of the Spheres, and while I am a little vague on what it actually is, I wonder if that is where music comes from, and what I was able to hear.
Has anyone else had such experiences?
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Now, the original question I posed in the previous entry was: Does accepting money for using our psychic gifts deplete them?
I was taught that yes, it certainly does, however after many years of observation, I believe that no, it doesn’t.
As mentioned, money is a tool and there is nothing wrong with being paid for a service you provide.
But, you may ask, what about all those stories about people who lose their power once they start charging?
In my own case, in the mid 90s, in my attempt to grow and heal myself, I saw a couple of psychic healers.
At the time, it was $60.00 a session, which was a fair amount for me back then and I saw them at least once a week. (Though one was in 1995 and the other in 1996.)
Both were very impressive when I started going to them, but by the end, they made me feel like I was just a cash cow. (Though the second one I only saw her for three months.)
Nothing really got resolved and their system was set up so that no matter what you did, it could be taken as a negative or a problem to be fixed.
For instance, the first one I saw had this system where at the beginning of each session, I had to pick four cards from the Californian Flower Essence range. She used that as what needed to be done for that session.
However, as I made progress, she did not stop using it, and I realized that no matter what happened, being forced to choose four cards was always going to suggest I had problems that needed to be fixed.
She also become more invalidating and egotistical as the year went on, and in the end, my intuition screamed at me to get out and stop going.
Being an Empath, I found this very hard to do at the time as part of me felt guilty about it, and didn’t want to offend, , but one day she told me that I wasn’t a spiritual person on a spiritual path, and I knew that was my last session. After all, I had pretty much dedicated my life to the pursuit of knowledge and helping everyone I could.
As it was, I had another psychic healer who I was going to see, who happened to be an old family acquaintance who told me she could help me, and so I agreed.
In fact, while I know this lady was very psychic, it turned out that she was after my powers. She told me I was powerful and and she made several attempts to try and convince me to board with her in her house and become her student.
My intuition also gave a very strong ‘no’ to this, and she became angry and offended.
As negative as those experiences ended being, though, they were critical to my path, and timing was everything so certainly no regrets.
What it did teach me was that the more success these people seemed to have, the more their ego appeared to take over.
They could admit no wrong. They could not be told that something might not be right. They certainly weren’t happy to listen to anything I might have to say, and both would attempt to invalidate what I was feeling.
I’ve seen plenty of good psychics and healers who do charge, and they are genuine and while they certainly don’t always get it right, they are sincere, and do provide the information they need to when they need to. (On an interesting note, those people offered their readings to me for free, which was appreciated at the time.)
Being humble (not falsely humble, which is irritating), trying to help and lift others, and not separating yourself out as special and better will prevent losing any gifts and abilities you have.
If you don’t know the answer to a question, then just say so. It might not be what they want to hear, but it will be what they need to hear.
If you were wrong and they tell you, then accept it. You can justify your reading six ways from Sunday, but all that does it hurt your powers and bring such things into disrepute.
There are already too many scammers out there on the market and they already do more harm to our credibility than you can imagine.
Sceptics are having a field day and dismissing us all as frauds, charlatans and self-deluded kooks. And I don’t blame them.
Stay true to yourself. It doesn’t matter if you charge or not. What matter is that you’re honest and you don’t let your ego take over.
Next: What if nobody took anything for anything?
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There is a school of thought that charging for psychic services causes us to lose them.
I’ve heard this repeatedly ever since I was young, however my observations on this do not match this.
When it comes down to it, even though it’s claimed that ancient wisdom is full of such sayings they may not actually be true.
For instance is it said that being poor, suffering and a path of self-denial is godly and spiritual.
I don’t know what the thinking is behind those thoughts (except to keep people who are poor and who go without pacified) but it simply does not follow being poor has anything to do with your spiritual growth.
It may be part of your path, yes, however it would be more about what you gained from the experience rather than the fact that you must be poor to be spiritual.
In fact, basic needs need to be met before you can really start to focus on such things and make progress.
Money is just another form of energy. It’s our attitude to it that produces the problems.
For some reason, we seem to think that if we have a lot of it, then this makes us somehow bad.
Rich people seem to be automatically despised or judged by many. The richer they are, the more criticism they get, it seems.
People seem to actually resent people doing better than they are.
Ever notice, for instance, that when someone has a big lottery win, the general attitude is resentment and even ager rather than joy and happiness that someone else has had their dream come true?
This is from the same people who might have put in a ticket themselves, with the exact same intentions of winning.
The rich are resented and demonized and the poor are raised to sainthood, even though the reality may be absolutely nothing like that.
It’s not money that makes people positive or negative; it’s who they are being.
While it is true that a person might be rich because they have scammed, fleeced or deceived their way to riches, it does not follow that they are like that because of the money. The fortune may just be a by-product of their actions.
If we believe that money is evil and we shouldn’t have it, then our belief system dictates that we shouldn’t hold on to or even receive money and this creates a life where we constantly struggle from month to month, worrying about how we are going to make ends meet.
I once read in Conversations with God by Neale Donald Waslch a passage that stuck in my mind.
…your teachers make a pittance and your strip-teasers, a fortune. Your leaders make so little compared to sports figures that they feel they have to steal to make up the difference. Your priests and your rabbis live on bread and water while you throw coins at entertainers.
Think about it. Everything on which you place a high intrinsic value, you insist must come cheaply. The lonely research scientist seeking a cure for AIDS goes begging for money, while the woman who writes a book on a hundred new ways to have sex and creates tapes and weekend seminars to go with it… makes a fortune.
This having-it-all-backwards is a propensity with you, and it stems from wrong thought.
– CWG book 1.
I think this sums it up in a nutshell. Believing money is bad makes us bad for wanting and receiving it.
But it’s okay to have a job which you get paid for, as long as you hate it.
Really, though, this type of thinking is insane!
It goes hand in hand with that we must suffer and any enjoyment from life should be denied.
This is as ungodlike as you can be, though, especially if you believe that God is love, joy and acceptance. (Assuming you believe in a God in the first place, of course.)
Paying money is simply an exchange of energy.
By that I mean, we attach a value to it, and when we exchange it for goods or services, we are paying what we believe those things to be worth.
For the same token, it could be food, services or information.
It doesn’t really matter which, though. The point is that some type of exchange has taken place, and that’s what is really important.
Next: Yes, but does charging actually deplete your powers and gifts?
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In spite of me ignoring my intuition on certain things (such as relationships I wanted to pursue because I didn’t like that answers I got), I have generally listened to it in the past when there was no emotional attachment involved, and I didn’t care about the outcome.
I’ve stated that you can’t always just explain intuition away rationally, so I thought I’d share a story about how intuition can warn you when there is potential danger, even when there is no reason behind it.
As mentioned in previous blog entries, I used to go up to Hanging Rock on a regular basis in the late 80s and early 90s.
It would be either just me and my then friend, Paul, or a group of us in a couple of cars. It was always at night, and we’d always go to both Hanging Rock itself (because the gates would mostly be left open after dark) and Straws Lane, which is a place of weird anomalies that cannot be dismissed as just illusion.
In the early 90s, we had been there quite a number of times. Sometimes we climbed the Rock in the dark and there was even one time when we came back down to find the gates had been padlocked closed. (We got out because I happened to have a hacksaw in my car that day.)
Never once did any of those things bother me. Never once did I sense anything bad might happen, and nothing ever really did.
Except for this one time.
Because memory can be such a fragile thing, I’ve decided to just post an entry from my diary at the time (and edited to remove irrelevant details.)
This entry was written on Sunday 22nd March, 1992.
Yesterday was not quiet the equinox but we decided to go up to Hanging Rock anyway. Paul also asked a bunch of his mates and around eight of us went up that night.
We took two cars. Normally I take my car but Paul felt it was his turn.
It was night, but everybody to climb the rock again. I wasn’t against it but somehow I felt we shouldn’t do it. As we were driving up, Paul remarked: “I’ve got the feeling nothing going to happen tonight.”
I didn’t agree and said so. The uneasy feeling was growing.
We arrived and made our way up to the gates.
I once again stated that we shouldn’t climb the rock. Paul asked why not and all I could say was it was a gut feeling.
The gates on one side the grounds were open. We all got out of the car and heard this unearthly howling sound coming from the direction of the rock.
“That was no animal,” said Paul. After a couple more times, it stopped and everyone promptly forgot about it. I kept it in the back of my mind and kept bringing it up as an argument why we shouldn’t go in.
We also saw lights and heard some sort of music. A bit more investigation revealed there were people inside.
Still, everyone wanted to go inside and climb the rock, regardless.
Once again, I argued against it. I was adamant that we shouldn’t do it. Somehow I knew I wasn’t going to convince them.
I then suggested that the gate could be closed when we come about out and I wasn’t about to climb over barbed wire.
We drove around to the other gates and found those were closed. One of the guys used his keys on the lock and found, to my horror, that it opened it.
“That’s one of your excuses gone,” Paul said to me.
“I still feel we shouldn’t do it.” I replied, with a sinking feeling. No one listened and we drove in through the open gate and down into the car park.
I reluctantly accepted that they were going to climb the rock and I decided to go with them. I felt the rock itself that wasn’t the problem: there was something else.
In any case, I felt they would be safer with me with them. (I always had a sense that I could protect others.)
We started to climb but barely a few minutes later, we saw headlights drive into the car park and stop where the cars were. The lights went out for a few seconds and I heard a door a slam. Then they came back on and a four wheel drive drove up and shone his headlights up towards the rock. He must have seen us for he sounded his horn
We made our way back to the car park and Paul said to what must have been the park ranger: “Is there a problem?”
“Can’t you read,” he said angrily.
“The gates were open,” Paul replied.
“Wake up to yourself. Get out of here,” said shouted back.
He drove off up the track and sat there waiting for us to leave.
“He knew he was wrong. That’s why he didn’t hang around,” said Paul.
But I wasn’t so sure.
When we got the cars, we smelled a strong lime smell that seemed to be strongest in the car. I thought it was odd and could find no rational explanation for it. As we were driving down the road, the driver of the other car, Dean, said on this UHF CB that there was something running down our back window and boot. We stopped to take a look at it and found someone had poured some sort of acid and brake fluid over the boot (trunk) and it was burning into the paint work.
We rushed back to Woodend as fast as we could and pulled up at an all-night service station where they proceeded to wash the acid off. Dean’s car wasn’t too bad and I think we just managed to save Paul’s but it would need a cut and polish to restore the finish.
We spoke to the service station attendant who described the man we met as the park ranger called Guido. He was adamant though that he knew Guido and he would never do something like that.
“You get all sorts of weirdos going up to the rock,” he said. “They have satanic rituals up there and on Straws lane. I even had some guy ask me at midnight were the graveyard was.”
My strong sense was that we were lucky that night. Possibly the ranger scared off whoever had the acid, and even more possibly, my delays may have just been enough for him to call us back before we disappeared from sight on the rock.
Certainly sounds like a plot from a bad horror movie.
My intuition was very clear on what to do, and what not to do, and the important thing to note that, even though it started as a normal journey, I was already feeling that something would happen, and as I said, I don’t scare easily.
Still with me? Thanks for coming this far. I started off with my experience on shifting time lines, and ended up with re-creating reality. Oddly enough, a direction I was not expecting.
So, to finish this off, here are some final thoughts on the subject of belief systems.
It is one thing to create a new belief system. It is another not to sabotage it.
When you begin to create something, you will discover that events will occur which might leave you confused.
People and things will come in and out of your life. Some events may seem like tragedies at the time, but are actually blessings in disguise. (Though you will not see that unless you understand what is going on, or look at it in retrospect.) Remember, the master always blesses those things that happen because they know there is a great gift contained within.
Trust your intuition. It is your guide. It will tell you to do one thing, and your logic, and sense of status quo will scream at you to ignore it. Don’t let fear stop you. If it feels right, do it. The results may not always be immediately apparent, but remember, we can’t see the forest for the trees, but your intuition can.
Do not resist change. Changing your belief system and then resisting the synchronicities that come your way is a recipe for frustration and misery.
When I created my new belief system, some crazy things happened, and I did things that made people think I had lost my mind.
But I did them anyway, because I had finally learned by that point to trust my intuition, and I did what felt right, even if it looked wrong.
I kept alert for signs and synchronicities and followed them at every turn. My personal life has been amazing because of it.
Every decision I made by this process ended up being the exact one I needed to make at the exact right time and even though there were times when I was going through traumatic shifts, they had to happen so I could come to where I am now.
Without them, I’d still be stuck where I was back in 1995.
Changing your belief system is not easy the first time you do it. There is the tendency to fall into old patterns, play the victim card and enter into a poor me drama, especially when you are just about to make a major shift.
It can also be extremely traumatic.
The reason for this is because when you choose something new, all the things that are no longer needed fall away, and all the things that are needed come into your life. Change can be traumatic.
I got through it because of the Bach Flower Remedies (and yes, I will eventually get onto them!)
But is it worth it?
Gosh yes!
Every one of those points I made in my own belief system came true. All the negative beliefs that I had are no longer present in my life.
According to my guides, I’ve shifted time-lines quite a few times. Some memories feel very unreal to me now, like they were more a dream than something that actually happened. They shifted because I kept on my path with a single minded tenacity. Most of the shifts are very subtle but every so often something will come up that makes me think: Didn’t I hear that this person died? (But he’s still alive.)
Shifting does occur because every time you move to a new level, the reality around you has to change to accommodate that.
And for those who are reading this blog before the earlier ones, I discuss my experiences on this subject in great detail.
Now, you may well get negative thoughts, or situations come up when you change your belief system.
This is because when you declare yourself to be something, everything unlike it comes into your life in order to give you that experience of being what you have chosen to be.
Remember, you cannot know light if all there is, is light.
What do you do about it, though?
There is a wisdom that states: What you resist persists, and what you look at and make your own disappears.
I have found this to be true.
When you resist something, you give it energy and acknowledge its presence in your reality. By embracing it, you accept it as a part of your energies, and the situation tends to vanish.
Whenever you come across something you do not want or you do not like, always thank it and bless it. Either send it on its way or state that it is welcome to join you, as long as it’s from a place of love, or for the highest good.
Yes, sounds new-agey and simplistic, but I’ve seen just about everything shift by doing this.
Also, if you get a negative thought that you do not like, simply state: I do not choose that outcome.
Finally, and most importantly, when changing your belief system, make sure that everything you do is in line with it.
It is said: Be the change you wish to see, and that is very true. When you are that change, all that is around you will start to conform.
It may take a little time, depending on how proficient you are at it, but never give up and don’t give in. Keep on choosing the same thing over and over, and don’t let self-doubts, or naysayers discourage you.
Remember, you are powerful. Don’t give your power away to others. If no one can make you a better offer for your reality, then create your own.
