Signal Flare – Saturday, September 11, 2010

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Ahoy there!

Contacts from the ghostThe energy body of a physical plane being. Usage usually assumes after the death of the physical body, though not always. See Out-Of-Body-Experience (OOBE) 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….

Vittoria, 1519

Birth of a Birdy Psychic :>

Cygnets – photo by Scott M. Liddell

Ahoy there!

Now that Mike’s told you his tale, let me tell you a bit of mine.

I’ve always been drawn to magick & the paranormal from an early age. My deepest dream when I was a child was for magick to be real.

Two small events:

These happened one right after the other in my youngest childhood:
My mother was a High School teacher until I was 7 years old. One night, she was up late, grading papers, and I was up late with her. All of a sudden, I saw the clock jump ahead ten minutes all in a breath and heard a deep, male voice say “It’s ten o’clock!” Dad was at the lab, working on his PhD, and it wasn’t his voice anyway, and there were no other humans in the room besides my Mom & me.

The clock hadn’t done the jumping thing before, and hasn’t done it since either, to the best of my knowledge.

I told Mom, but she said I must have just fallen asleep. The first of many times I was told I did not know what I knew.

In this case, it was kind of odd that she said that, because it was an acknowledged thing that telepathy ran in mom’s side of the family. Mom & my Aunt Patty, her sister, regularly knew when the other one was going to call, and it wasn’t simply a case of habit either, as the calls were never regular in their timing-of-coming.

An event from my teens:

I’m not a person who self-identifies as a visually-oriented person – I am much more of a touch person. I feel things, including energy.

So when I saw the location as clear as day of a book that my Dad had confiscated for my reading it after hours, I just had to go & see if it were actually there. I was so thrilled to discover that it actually was right there, exactly where & how I had pictured it.

An event from my past & my present:

This last event from my paranormal life for today is sort of a two-parter: started in childhood, but not firmly realized until this last year.

To deal with the issues brought up by my parent’s emotional neglect & verbal abuse, I used to tell myself stories at night – what I now know to call fan-fic (and yes, Mary Sue-fic at that – what can I say? There’s a reason there’s so much of that stuff around!), where I fit into the universeDepending on context, either the entirety of the physical plane, or the entirely of All. , had talent (& Talent), was loved, and accepted, etc. Tales of Queens from a faraway place, later of one of her descendants who’d taken to the stars as a ship’s captain.

At the time, I thought them nothing more than diversions to escape & cope with a family that was a volatile mix of emotionally distant & verbally abusive. And for many years on, I thought the same.

Until in 2009, after having become a channelA physical plane entity who translates information from High Level Guides.

, I saw the StarTrek NextGen movie “Nemesis”, and was so offended by the ending, how it was handled by the writers (and having now read the behind-the-scenes book of the Trek classic movies, I suspect handled by the committee that put itself in charge as well), that I spontaneously channelled the same starship captain I’d come to know all those years before.

Again, this has not happened before or since.

Now were those stories I’d told myself all those years ago, word-for-word true? Of course not. But the mere fact of her existence, and my discovery of her now as one of my concurrent lives has lent new meaning & definition to my life.

So welcome aboard!

May the Journey prove interesting, profitable, and pleasant.

The Voyage Continues….

Vittoria, 1519

My Beginnings With This Stuff- Mike

 

Fitting out a ship for sea...

Ahoy There!

 

By “this stuff” I mean everything that pertains to psychic functioning or multi-dimensionality, as opposed to baseball, or digging ditches.

The Beginning

One of my earliest memories of my entire life started it all for me. It must have been on one of the holidays, because we had relatives over of the sort you only see during the holidays, probably Thanksgiving or Christmas.

Well, it sort of got latish, and my mom put me to bed in my crib. (I told you this was an early memory!) She made sure my covers were over me and that I was comfortable, then turned out the light and closed the door to the back bedroom I was in. I could still hear everybody in the living room talking in the distance, but my end of the house was quiet and deserted.

This situation was one of the things I hated about being a kid. Just when things were getting interesting, the adults would put me to bed to get me out of the way.

I was too excited to fall asleep, and I laid there listening to the distant voices in the living room, wishing I could figure out what they were saying.

The bedroom door was closed, the windows shut, and the room dark.

The Voice

“Mike.” My eyes went wide. The voice sounded loud and clear. It seemed female, and close. The door had never opened. And it came from the center of the room. I closed my eyes and hid under the covers.

“Mike.” That female voice again, much too close – definitely not a relative – maybe one of those ‘Angels’ the adults keep talking about?

I didn’t care. I continued to hide under the covers.

“Mike.” Terrified, I laid there unable to move or even call out. The voice seemed friendly enough, but I was taking no chances.

After that third time, it stopped. I eventually fell asleep.

The Reaction

Through the years, I tried to ‘logicalize’ that event to make it ‘make sense’.

I tried thinking maybe one of my female relatives snuck back there and tried talking to me.

There are three things wrong with that explanation.

• First, my mom would have filleted them for bothering me after I had gone to bed.  (I had an over-protective mother – can you tell?)

• Second, that room was empty after that door was closed, and I would have noticed it opening.

• Third, even as a kid, I knew my female relatives’ voices. None of them were shy, retiring, types. They were loud, individualistic people. They were nice people – don’t get me wrong – but our neighbors down the street would have had no trouble recognizing their voices!

The second explanation I tried was that I had fallen asleep and had dreamed it all. More likely than the first perhaps, but not very likely because I have always had an irritation over being left out of anything! Even in those days, more often than not, the party would break up and my mom would check up on me to find me still awake. At the very least, I would lay there awake for a long time before falling asleep. Maybe this is the explanation that ‘had to be true’, but I knew for a certainty that it wasn’t.

I knew from my earliest days that some ‘people’ were invisible and could come and go as they pleased. Over the years, I have had many other experiences since. And these days I don’t get afraid; I even welcome them, like talking to friends, as some of them now are.

Today, I continue on my quest to learn the reality behind what is going on extradimensionally.

The Journey Continues….

Vittoria, 1519