Signal Flare – Folding History – March 28th, 2011

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’! )

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 GuideA term used to describe High-Level Beings who helps physical plane beings. 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 pizzaVisual metaphor used by Judy Crookes and her GuideA term used to describe High-Level Beings who helps physical plane beings. Jacob (www.JacobSpeaks.com) to describe the organization of the Soul from which we-as-individuals spring. It is comprised of: The Crust: the Soul Itself The Pepperoni (or other topping of your choice;-D): the individual soul-selves The Sauce: the Emotional Body, which is shared by all of the Pepperoni As a personal note, this metaphor was the first time I actually understood all of this, and it has made so much sense to Mike & I that we use it in our own channellings and work.. (A multi-dimensional pizzaVisual metaphor used by Judy Crookes and her GuideA term used to describe High-Level Beings who helps physical plane beings. Jacob (www.JacobSpeaks.com) to describe the organization of the Soul from which we-as-individuals spring. It is comprised of: The Crust: the Soul Itself The Pepperoni (or other topping of your choice;-D): the individual soul-selves The Sauce: the Emotional Body, which is shared by all of the Pepperoni As a personal note, this metaphor was the first time I actually understood all of this, and it has made so much sense to Mike & I that we use it in our own channellings and work., 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 pizzaVisual metaphor used by Judy Crookes and her GuideA term used to describe High-Level Beings who helps physical plane beings. Jacob (www.JacobSpeaks.com) to describe the organization of the Soul from which we-as-individuals spring. It is comprised of: The Crust: the Soul Itself The Pepperoni (or other topping of your choice;-D): the individual soul-selves The Sauce: the Emotional Body, which is shared by all of the Pepperoni As a personal note, this metaphor was the first time I actually understood all of this, and it has made so much sense to Mike & I that we use it in our own channellings and work..

• 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.

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The Voyage Continues….

Vittoria, 1519

Signal Flare – Saturday, September 11, 2010

photo by keyseeker

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

My Beginnings with Channelling – Mike

Conception - photo by Rodney Campbell

Ahoy There!

You might ask, how did you ever get started with this channelling thing?

And the other, implied, question – how do you ever start believing in this stuff?

In my opinion, both questions are one. After all, I came into the concept of channelling somewhat reluctantly, and with some doubts. Namely, how do I know that this ‘channelA physical plane entity who translates information from High Level Guides.

’ person really is bringing across information from elsewhere, and not making it up? Even if the channelA physical plane entity who translates information from High Level Guides.

is sincere, and thinks they are bringing information across, how do I know it is really happening?

Good questions all, and ones that weren’t answered in one day.

The Beginnings of the Answer

In my particular case, a friend fairly raved about the channelling she had been going to for quite a while, and said that I should try it.

I put it off at first, but since I am well aware that there is more going on than I can see, and I was curious, I agreed to go with her one night. I promised to go with an open mind, but I also made it quite clear that if I didn’t like it – I would not be back.

But on that qualification, I went.

Introducing… Jacob

At that time, we went to a fairly average middle-class house, and went down to a nicely finished basement where seats and couches were arranged in a square where we sat down and waited for it to start.

The time to start came, and the lady who was to channelA physical plane entity who translates information from High Level Guides.

, Judy Crookes, explained what channelling was. That she was a conscious channelA physical plane entity who translates information from High Level Guides.

who stayed ‘here’ for the channelling, and was aware of what was being said. The GuideA term used to describe High-Level Beings who helps physical plane beings., Jacob, would come into her energy, and he would conduct the session.

As she channelled, I was aware of a couple of things. First, her personality changed a lot. I know, she could have been acting, but I always have had well-developed instincts about if I am being lied to. I could tell that there was no acting going on. And the body movements changed as well.

Plus, no offense to Judy, who is an intelligent individual in her own right, this Jacob had a perspective and a point of view about what ‘he’ said that intrigued me. It was a higher perspective that really seemed to make sense to me.

Oddly enough, my instincts told me this was a good thing.

Continuing Journeys

No, I didn’t become an avid ‘believer’ then, or ever. In fact, Jacob said to take things with discretion and to only take and use what he said if and only if it felt right with us. At no time did he ever insist on blind faith, or try to browbeat anybody to say, think, or do anything against their will. I consider that a refreshing attitude.

I continued to go and hear Judy channelA physical plane entity who translates information from High Level Guides.

Jacob and what was said always resonated positively with me. And speaking for myself of course, I feel my life has gone better because of that.

By now I have been hearing Jacob for better than four years, and I have never regretted it.

Next Step – Channelling!

In October of 2008, Judy and Jacob started a class so we could learn to channelA physical plane entity who translates information from High Level Guides.

for ourselves. Both Birdy and I jumped at the chance, so we could expand our knowledge and skills by becoming channels ourselves.

It was like being given an unlimited library pass to the universeDepending on context, either the entirety of the physical plane, or the entirely of All. ! We took it very seriously, and we knew almost from the first that we were going on a very unique path, and at the first opportunity we would be doing channelling full-time.

But I’ve never forgotten my earlier doubts. How do I get verification for what I/we bring across? The quick answer is: you can’t, at least not all of the time.

However, I feel that at least some of the time, I could use channelling to find the evidence to verify what is being said. Plus, can I prove that channelling as a phenomenon really exists? And lastly, with the help of my Guides, as well as my Unseen FriendsUsed to describe the energy beings that surround all of us. In our particular useage of the word, it covers both energy beings on this plane, such as ghosts, and also energy beings from both the higher planes & other realms, such as Guides, Archetypes, Avatars, ElementalsBasic Nature Spirits that are associated with the Elements., Fairies, and DeitiesBeings just under God/dessAtI in the grand scheme of things. They have different duties and realms, depending on what they have chosen to specialize in.. , can experiments be conducted that can create solid evidence for the process of channelling as well as some of the stuff we bring across while channelling?

I feel we can. Some things we’ll prove, some things we’ll blow out of the water, and we’ll maybe uncover other avenues to explore. Who knows?

The Voyage 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