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Signal Flare – Guide Level EVP!

Fractal by pschubert

First Breakthrough!

A big breakthrough occurred on 5/12/11 as we were able to discern an EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomenon) left by Mike’s Guide Monodon.

At the 47 second mark after some breath noises, you can hear a clear “hello!” by Monodon.

This is a beginning as we intend to have our unseen friends speak for themselves, as well as us channeling them.

This would help prove the existence of our unseen friends as well as confirm our channeling.

An important milestone on the road to understanding the psychic skills, and finding practical uses for them!

More EVP’s on the way!

The Journey Continues…

Signal Flare – Folding History – March 28th, 2011

green origami crane - photo by Michael Connors (http://www.mconnors.com)

1000 cranes - photo by Michael Connors (http://www.mconnors.com)

Ahoy there!

Last night was powerful.

Huge.

Magickal.

And I am feeling drawn this day to sharing with you what I wrote last night for my 750words.com words, just as it was written.

Very little editing.

Not ‘just the facts’, for this is a matter of the heart and soul as much as anything else, but as it flowed, from mind to heart to fingers.

So it rambles a bit in tone, but please bear with me, as I share this gift of my heart.

Excerpt from 750words.com words for 03-28-11

Wow.

So much has happened today.
And yet it’s been very quiet.

A fantastical post by Laura Espinosa today reminded us of how it is necessary not only to remember the past, but also to transcend it.

Us, you say?
Have you suddenly gone plural?

And the answer is both yes,… and no. (Love the original typo of ‘now’! :-D )

Yes, because it is only the second time I have felt this sense of ‘other’ noticing too, in this exact way.
No, because I have been plural forever.

So have you.

Let me explain. :>

The way that I’ve made sense of the world has been the learning given to us by the Guide Jacob, channelled by Judy Crookes. (There was a website until recently, but since Judy is taking a bit of a sabbatical to practice other work, it is not up right now.)

What he/they have taught us is that you can think of your soul as a pizza. (A multi-dimensional pizza, mind, but bear with me. It’s the first explanation of any of this that made sense to me, so it’s the one I use when explaining.)

  • You have the dough, which forms the exterior of the pizza.
  • You have the sauce, which represents the emotional body.
  • You have the various toppings (pepperoni was the first used, and thus amuses me) which represent the various soul selves that comprise this ground (?) group mind of sorts.

And then, in the line of that individual pepperoni, you (usually) have a series of lives.

And that’s where the ‘us’ comes in.

You see, as near as I have been able to determine it, my last life was as a gentleman who flew in WWII.

In Burma.

So, he also had a great deal of reason to hate the Japanese.

And I felt a distinct sense of ‘presence’ when I read, which is unusual, as I had always gotten that he was a very practical, this-world-based, show-me kind of a person, who was quite happy to leave it that way. (Understatement!)

Together we read, and understood, and thus, transcended.

Transcended the hate.
Transcended the  history.
Moved on into a brighter world.

Whoa! THAT was kyool.

And written essentially  by yours truly too. Not that sense of Gang direct participation as there frequently is.

So, anyhoo, I read that post, and then we went to J.A.C.O.B. tonight, and they talked about ‘Perspective’.

Very kyool.

Everything is connected.

And Laura gave us a spoken word version of her post as well.

“One 3 inch by 3 inch square at a time.”

Transcendence, sweetie. Perspective.

That’s how you can do it.
That’s why you do it.

1000 cranes.
1000 cranes.

Love.

Understanding that the hard times and those who rail against you are those who also can lead you home.

Lead you to glory.

Lead you to that white light that transcends all because it IS all.

(Mage our tuxedo-cat is joining in in the magick of this moment – there is burbulling in the hall.)

Thank YOU Laura.
Thank you for sharing your heart.
Thank you for baring your soul.
Thank you for learning and loving and folding.

It is an honor to know you.

And I salute you.
And so does the man I once was.

For teaching him a lesson he wasn’t prepared to learn in life.
For helping to set him free.

Thank you.

Bless you.

Love you.

If you want to share the love, please consider helping Laura on her Journey. Just $5.00USD sponsors a crane and helps those in Japan caught by recent events.

If you want to do even more, and you are reading this before midnight Pacific time on March 31st, 2011, please consider supporting “The CustomerLove for Japan 72-Hour Fundraiser“. $1200.00 USD worth of goodies for a $97.00 contribution.

The Voyage Continues….

Sailing Away - Vittoria, 1519

Vittoria, 1519

Signal Flare – Saturday, September 11, 2010

Jack o'lantern - photo by keyseeker

photo by keyseeker

Ahoy there!

Contacts from the ghost community that has recently found us put me in mind of this story.

A Very Special Circle

Samhain (October 31st), 2001

We had gathered at the house of a couple of friends of ours to celebrate the Wiccan hollyday commemorating both the turning of the Wheel of the Year and those who had died during that year.

Mike & I lived in Frederick, Maryland, at the time, and because of that relative closeness to all three sites, I had taken 9-11 rather hard. No personal losses, thank Goodness, but the closeness had still left me shaken. The ‘could-have-beens’ gave me a profound respect for the ‘co-incidences’ that shape our lives, and the fragility of the Paths we walk.

We had talked it over with our friends, and decided that in our ceremony, we would honour those who had died, especially those of the Pennsylvania flight.

Could-have-beens.

We did not expect what happened next.

As we gathered around the picnic table outside to speak the words and watch the world descend into the night, we all began to feel a sense of presence as the ceremony went on.

I don’t remember who mentioned it first, but I remember that feeling appearing as we thanked those who had passed in that Pennsylvanian field that day.

Suddenly, we realized that they had come here to our Circle. They had come to acknowledge our thanks, and to thank us for remembering them as well.

We were both surprised & humbled by their attendance. I don’t know how many came that night, but it felt like a lot. Attentive & focused on what we were doing. Thanking & thankful at the same time.

Of all the outcomes, this was one that none of us had expected.

What made it all the more powerful & moving was that in physical life, the majority probably would not have attended a pagan ceremony, for any of a number of reasons, starting with the simple fact that, growing tho’ it may be, paganism simply isn’t that widely practiced here in the USA as of yet.

But on this special night, we all came together, in peace, in harmony, in remembrance, in sacredness.

We shared our Circle together, then as we released the energies of the Circle and went back inside, we all had another shock.

This circle we had thought had only taken a couple of hours had, in fact, taken five. It was 3 a.m. when we came back to the Waking World.

We looked at each other, and knew that something extra-magickal had just taken place. The people-who-write-the-books talk about a Circle being a Place Between the Worlds, but I had never experienced it to that level before – a level where Time itself marched to a different beat.

Here in 2010, I write this not to bring up old pain, but to show you that, despite our differences, we can come together to honour & respect each other.

Today of all days, let us remember that.

And then all of the others too.

Announcement from the Bridge

This day & this subject bring out a lot of strong emotions in people.

We acknowledge & respect that.

Please remember, however, that this ship is a place of mutual respect and safety, open-mindedness and tolerance.

Comment accordingly.

Thank you. :-)

The Journey Continues….

Sailing Away - Vittoria, 1519

Vittoria, 1519

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