THIS Rhett Butler Will Never Die

 A sure sign that I'm getting good sleep is being able to dive deep into REM sleep reveries where many dream landscapes are explored. This happened this morning and I want to jot down a couple of the scenes while they are still fresh. The first was in an unidentifiable landscape, no location or country could be discerned... I was walking along some elevated water canals that traversed a green hilly area. There was no water visible, they were enclosed similar to the water canal at the Secret Sidewalk in Fremont. That is actually a very good visual queue, the green hills that are starting to appear in our area now... But these canals in the dream were very high. A few of them I was able to jump down from onto a lower passing by a canal which led a different direction. They sort of laid out a maze of pathways and I had no destination in mind, I was just wandering. Until I walked along one canal that was way too high for me to jump down from. At that point in the dream, I faded out and...

 Okay so it's Scorpio Season again, which should really be the most potent period of the year for my own creative endeavors. Since I also have Scorpio as my rising sign, it's a time when I should be flooded with creative ideas and energy... Last year at this time this energy kicked in quite easily and naturally for me, but this year I've been missing the calling just a litle bit. So this is an effort to kick it up, ignite the fire, and talk out loud about some ideas I have... I know I was talking about doing Nanowrimo in some recent posts. That project begins on this upcoming Monday! Just 3 days away. I've had experiences in the past where I would begin writing at the turn of midnight... after being up all night for Halloween enticements, I'd go to my local cemetery with my laptop, sit at the top of the hill and write my first 1660 words. I'm not that spiritually excited this year to do that... not yeat at least. There have been years where I have spent the enti...

 So I was having a discussion with my best friend tonight about the difficulties in learning how to use a pendulum as part of performing psychic readings, technically called "scrying". Scrying is loosely described as looking into "the void" for answers to questions we would not ordinarily have reason for knowing. This is most popularly associated with "gazing into a crystal ball", but one can also gaze onto a body of water, or gaze at passing clouds... it's not so much to "see things", such as shapes or designs that associate with recognizable answers to the questions the psychic is pondering, but rather to elevate or catapult the psychic into an open mode of receeptivity where one can receive answers from the "place of greater wisdom". Gazing into a crystal ball, you can suddenly click into a quasi trance state where information can begin to float into and thru your mind. Attempting to do this with a pendulum, where the psycic uses...

 Over the past few years I have become a very strong fan of the work that both Amy Allen and Steve Dischavi do on this paranormal ghost hunting show that airs on the Travel Channel. At the height of my enthusiasm, I tried to attend a weekend clinic that Amy gave in Auburn, California - a 4 hour drive from my home, so all I had to come up with was about $1300 to participate. I did not have enough money, and was very disenheartened not to have a chance to speak with Amy in person to discuss what I felt were my own developing skills as a psychic healer. Amy recommends that many of her clients that live in haunted homes obtain the services of Reiki Masters, a title which I have acquired and wanted to learn from her whether my abilities were advanced enough to be able to work with haunted peoples/families, or if there were more specific training that she thought I needed, or if I was completely just someone who had no business trying to work with the dead at all. For how busy Amy is, I ...

Just a quick entry for right now, maybe I'll have more to say later tonight... Some inspiring reads I picked up at the library this afternoon!

 Ok, so this is starting to feel good and regular and natural... the floodgates are opening and my oomph for writing is gaining momentum... Had a little bit of an idea for a new novel in Nanowrimo, a story of a contemporary soul on the path towards enlightenment in this modern-day and age. It will allow me to dive into my love of both spirituality and the supernatural... I will jump completely into a work of fiction and leave as few traces back to my own real-life as possible. I was afraid of writing something based in the horror genre because that is not something the world needs more of now. But I can have elements of supernatural horror that will show how this person has gotten from where they were to where they are going. And of course, it will involve the healing of relationships with both the living and the dead. Holy cow I had no idea that this fleeting idea that entered my head at a traffic light would have made it to this page, and begin to become real! See? There is, for ...

 I had a flash of inspiration to record myself speaking the thoughts on my mind for this entry today, but I put that idea away pretty quickly because when I do speak aloud, I take a lot of time to say something that many other people could say very succinctly... I love to elaborate in excessive detail when I tell a story... and that's what one would find reading my "novel". that I will take an entire chapter of 10+ pages to describe a dream that I had while sleeping... so I thought, we'll I'll limit myself to 10 minutes on video to talk about the incident in 2007, and then I realized that it just wouldn't work... with the way my mind meanders recalling a tale, I'd probably never get to the finale of the story... maybe I will do this anyway, just to illustrate my point...  and then I thought more about what to write today and debated going on with the story of yesterday's post, which I think is a little bit important, or of just letting new thoughts com...

 I had a lengthy conversation the other day with my best friend about "talking"/"communicating" and looked under the covers/lifted the hood as to what could illuminate why I am such a quiet guy. Well, the one thing that showed up was that I have Leo in Mercury, which states that I should be one who boldly declares my most outlandish ideas... and well, I do feel like I have moments where I do this, but for the most part, as people see me on the surface, I do not say very much at all about what I really think about what's going on. Further exploration under the hood showed that I also have Chiron in the 3rd house, which points to having experienced some type of psychological damage as a child which sort of gives me a chip on my shoulder about believing in my own powers of intellect... I don't know that I want to expound on either of these two astrological explanations right now... what brought me to the point of even feeling like blogging again, today, was a t...

 Okay, so I've been interested in communicating with spirit beings for almost as long as I've been alive. And now after 60+years of human life on this earth, I feel like I'm nearing a point of breakthrough with this art. I've been having experiences in cemeteries for decades, where I feel a deep quiet descend upon me which initiates a powerful inner flow of energies moving thru me. The thing is that they have been silent and non-descript energies. I don't hear voices, or see faces/bodies/effigies/apparitions. That may not be the story for much longer tho, I hope. So today I had an unexpected opportunity to visit one of my favorite mausoleums in Oakland, California. When I entered the building my plan was to use a few of the ghost hunting apps that I have on my phone to do what I've been doing up until now, to try to hear and see spirits. I turn on Ghost Radar and let it feed me text messages that I believe come from nearby spirit energies. I turn on the SLS Came...

 Well, I haven't been here, expounding on my thoughts and experiences, that's for sure. But tonight, right here in the now, I am here... we are at a pause in the pandemic where the tensions have eased enough to allow one of my favorite types of places to recommence business for the general public. I am sitting inside a cafe with my Chromebook jotting down whatever words spill out the front of my consciousness. I MISS THIS. And I have explanations for why I can do this, in a place like here, but maybe they are more like excuses than legitimate explanations. I feel free and open like a book when I can sit in a public place like this. The other key to being able to do this is I am free of the distracting energies that suffocate me when I am at home. There ARE some things that I can do well, powerfully, freely in the privacy of my own bedroom, like MEDITATE and give Reiki healings... I don't have anywhere else, yet, where I can go to do those things. So thank all of the Gods th...

 So you know when you read a novel, the preface is full of gratitude the author expresses to all the people that helped them write and complete their books, helping them along the way with inspiration, encouragement, assistance with research, and editing, and all the other difficult and menial tasks that it takes to get a book successfully accepted by a publisher? Sometimes there are pages of names listed, depending on how many people the author could recruit to help them do this monumental task of writing a book.  Wouldn't you just love to have your own name listed in the preface of a book written by someone you know and love? Well, maybe this is your lucky day! Because I have the draft of a novel that I've written that needs a lot of work done to help it become ready to send to a publisher, and I'm looking for helpers! I'm literally at the point where this story has sitten on my computer, unopened and unthought-of for years now, and I'm almost to the stage where i...

 to be as attuned to pursuing the attainment of my life's purpose as much as humanly and divinely possible each and every day. I'm setting no concrete goals that I want to attain because these usually end up turning into limitations for me. Usually, I set too high of a goal, and when I find it unattainable my hopes crumble. By waking up to a clean slate every day I'll be free to discover new inspirations I may have never imagined before if I had given myself too many simpler goals to chase. I dunno, maybe this sounds like a copout of some sort. But it's just the way that I've gravitated towards living and behaving over this past year. Here's an example. I've always kept the dream alive of wanting to travel. But due to economical constraints, I've never really been able to do much. The last trip I made was Labor Day weekend 2019 to bury mom's ashes in Ohio. Coming up with the money for that trip felt ultra-miraculous. Prior to that, the last trip I ma...