Drone or UAP?

In the middle of December 2021, approximately a month ago, I witnessed a very strange sight It was about 9 pm . I was looking for Geminids meteor shower. It was a bit late to see it since it peaked on the 13th and it was likely the 15th. There was a very wispy partial cloud cover but I could see through it for the most part.

I was about to go back inside when my eyes were drawn to a single very bright light that was zigzagging erratically around a small area (about the size of a softball held at arms length) of the sky. It was NNW about one third way down from the zenith. I stared in amazement. For a couple of seconds my brain was not even working. It was reasonably high up because the wispy clouds were below it.

When my reasoning mind started working again, I thought, this is very unusual indeed, look at this carefully. Imprint it on your memory. When I did that, I’d estimate that 15 seconds had gone by. I decided to take 4 steps into the building to get my late model iPhone which has an excellent camera with a night vision setting. My intuition told me it would be gone by the time I got back outside. And it was – GONE.

My thoughts were that it was either a UAP or a military drone. A few miles north west of where I was located lies the Picatinny Arsenal so whatever this was, was flying over that or very near there. I don’t think civilian drones fly that high. And this was high enough to be near the flightpath of the many jets coming into Newark airport on an initial descent. So a civilian drone operator could be facing multiple charges for being where this light was originating, if such a drone could even get that high.

The erratic almost jumping behavior of the light seemed to have no purpose, much more erratic than any drones I’ve seen. Plus it was roughly over the Picatinny Arsenal Army facility. And what is an arsenal for? Storing weapons! What kind of weapons? Well, the folks that have that answer don’t confide in me, but occasionally they detonate some ordinance and a boom is heard. Furthermore citizens such as myself live in hope that military drone operators have more control over their drones than that baby was exhibiting.

So I do not know what that was. I have no rational explanation. If it was a UAP, it wanted to be seen. By me. Why? My guess is that the beings or entities that share the Earth unseen do not want humans to damage the time space continuum any further than they already have. These entities may operate on a different part of the electromagnetic spectrum than life as we know it. I am reminded of the late Stanton Friedman, nuclear physicist and UFO investigator, who often referred to humans as ”angry apes with guns” and I can’t help imagining that that is how any higher intelligence would see homo sapiens.

A day or two later I read a report of several people seeing some unidentified lights over Bergen County but recently when I tried to find this report again it was gone.

When I was a child about 11, I saw a UFO with about 20 other people including two policemen about six or fewer miles northwest of Picatinny. But that’s a story for another day.

Since that sighting in December, my dreams have really revved up. I’ve had a number of precognitive and psychic dreams and even took part in a dream study during the past month. People I randomly thought about and hadn’t heard from in years called me up. One of my dreams involved a young man who had been arrested in Florida in 4D reality, and appeared in my dream with many similarities to the real person including his appearance and details of the case. I knew nothing about him or his case before my dream.

Yes, I am a multiple experiencer and no, I have no apologies about that.

Fahrusha is metropolitan NY based professional intuitive.

 

A Warning from a Personal Inspiration

Many individuals are concerned about a variety of potential natural catastrophes that may transpire here on Earth. I’ve been debating on whether or not to write about this particular one but the very recent coronal mass ejection from the Sun pushed me ever forward.

Ostensibly there was a time when human ancestors had not yet begun to speak. Wikipedia proclaims that “modern” humans emerged from Africa 300,000 years ago. There were proto humans prior to that date in Europe, Asia, Africa and Australia/Oceana.

After speech evolved, objects were signified by an associated sound. This happens in other mammals as well. Domestic cats, for example, often make one sound if they see birds out the window and another when asking their humans for food. Chances are very great that human ancestors made associative sounds more than 300,000 years ago.

Then came writing which was a huge development for humans. The first writing was pictographs, a small somewhat standardized drawing of the object being communicated. This is commonly estimated to have happened around 9000 BC around the inhabited world but especially in Mesopotamia. I am persuaded that it actually happened somewhat earlier than that, before the end of the last Ice Age, but that is a story for a different day, fascinating though it is. Terence McKenna opined that pictographic writing is superior to phonic writing because it comes more directly from nature, while phonic writing associates a letter with a sound. Eckhart Tolle often uses the phase that this word or that merely points to the concept. It is important to remember that the word is not the object or idea itself, it just suggests or points to it.

During ancient times and the Middle Ages, countless hours were spent copying manuscripts by hand and were sometimes beautifully “illuminated” or illustrated with careful drawings. Many of these manuscripts were religious or devotional in nature. Prior to widespread writing people like Homer in ancient times, and today aboriginal singers in places like Australia and the Dogon people in East Africa have preserved knowledge and stories through memorized songs and chants that have changed little in millennia .

Everything began to change with Gutenberg’s perfection of moveable type in 1450. Moveable type was also developed in China and Korea perhaps 100 years earlier but not popularized nor as automated. Mostly Gutenberg printed Bibles. But soon other things were printed as well. In the mid 19th Century totally automated printing was developed in New York City by Richard M. Hoe and then the average American could afford to buy a book or a newspaper. Things were really changing. There were fewer illiterate people in developed countries. (This short narrative is not meant to be a definitive history of printing, but rather it is meant to establish a time line.)

Fast forward to around 1990 and personal computers have become affordable for the masses in industrialized countries. This was followed quickly by the Internet, which really revolutionized human interaction and socialization and it was followed quickly by cellphones which are owned by people all over the world in many disparate cultures. Now a rancher in Oklahoma can call or text an imam in Egypt who can call a factory worker in Thailand who can call a Saami reindeer herder in Northern Lapland who can call her stockbroker in London who can call me for an intuitive reading. :-D!

Up until at least 2000 many scholars and erudite people had large libraries of books some of which were rare and on arcane subjects not of interest to many, such as pastoral Bulgarian poetry of the 17th Century or Blood types present in Ecuadorian red parrots. 

I received an article from my friend Rox, about how people who were downsizing their book collections were not able to sell the books to used bookstores or donate them to libraries. Most of these books were unwanted due to “THE CLOUD”!!! Most of us know that the cloud is a place in cyberspace where one can store digital copies of books and archives. One can also store bunches of books and photos from one’s digital device (cell phone or computer). The cloud in cyberspace is a network of servers. To understand the cloud better, I recommend an article in Medium.

East Village Books owner Donald Davis pointed out that books bought from Amazon and similar sellers and stored on Kindle are only leased and not owned by you, the “buyer”, or more accurately the renter.

So what I have hoped to do above is to establish an ever quickening pace of collection, sharing and storage of human knowledge.

Language 300,000 years ago, symbolic writing more than 11,000 years ago, first printing perfected 600 years ago, mass printing 170 years ago, computerization of communication about 30 years ago and human knowledge stored in the cloud for about the last 10 years. Can you see the quickening?

So back to the idea that books are being discarded in favor of the cloud. This may not be best practice because on September 1, 1859 the Sun sent out coronal mass ejections from sunspots that fried much of the world’s telegraph systems. Telegraph was cutting edge technology at that time and a British astronomer named Richard Carrington saw the eruptions happen through his telescope and so the disaster bears his name, the Carrington Event. 

Since that time the world has depended more heavily on electromagnetic media in the cloud and nearly every home is on the electric grid of its country or state. Should that grid massively fail as it is very likely in a huge geomagnetic storm or an electromagnetic pulse (EMP) attack by a global adversary, civilization would be taken back to the Dark Ages or worse. A geomagnetic storm can fry the large transformers that carry electricity across a nation’s electrical grid. There is not a huge supply of new transformers out there to reinstall an entire nation’s grid and all information stored in the cloud would evaporate faster than a puff of smoke. It seems like a foregone conclusion that this will happen. The only question is when.

When it does happen much of human knowledge would be eradicated forever.

Of course this blog, Shattered Reality Podcast, online banking, and all your personal photos stored on your computer and in the cloud will also be irretrievably lost. Saving a hard copy of your favorite picture of your mother or your cat is recommended, however an event like this of great magnitude would likely be the end of civilization as we know it.

Though I would never say I channeled this blog spot, I was very pushed by something outside myself to write it.

Fahrusha is a blogger, podcaster and professional intuitive. She encourages all polite comments to this blog and endeavors to answer them in a timely fashion.

 

Black Cat Dream

On April 17 I woke up with the memory of a talking cat. I have cats sleeping with me most nights, but the cat that was talking to me was an all black fully grown male cat and he was not on the bed, but next to it with his paws on the wooden edge of the bed looking into my face and talking to me.

When I woke up I didn’t remember what he said and there was no such cat in the room at the moment.

Shortly I picked up my phone from the floor and turned it on. I don’t keep the ringer on during the night. You could say I value my sleep.

Then I looked at the newsfeed on my phone. Very depressing. I scrolled down. There was an article featuring a picture of a black cat, a well known talking black cat, a YouTube sensation named Sylvester.

The fellow responsible for the cat saying funny things had committed suicide. Mental illness the article said, bi-polar. More sadness I thought. Can’t get away from it. Like many comedians and literal clowns his impulse to make people laugh covered up a darker aspect of his personality. Sometimes the need to make people laugh corresponds with the need for approval from others.

Immediately after, a friend named Susan in Italy posted a photo of her 2 black cats. Now that’s a mild synchronicity too. And later in the day a fellow named John, who I only know from Facebook, but a thoroughly nice chap, messaged me a video of a talking and singing dog. I don’t recall him ever sending me a funny personal message before. The style of the dog singing was eerily similar to Steve, the cat man’s videos. Was it his?

It wasn’t. It was Nikie Smith’s dog Amos doing a quarantine rendition of “Stayin’ Alive” on Facebook, which come to think of it, is very topical here.

The genesis of this synchronistic series of events may originate with my unofficial at-home study of dream remote viewing as propounded by Dale Graff, former manager of the DIA’s Project Stargate. Graff is a prodigious dreamer who is able to dream about what sort of news story will appear on a particular page of a particular newspaper a given number of days hence. His specialty is airplane disasters but he “sees” many other things, and has been a guest on “Shattered Reality Podcast”.

I do not remember my dreams as much as I’d like to, so I have been writing most of the ones I do remember in a dream journal. I hadn’t “tasked” myself the night before the talking black cat dream as I would have were I practicing dream remote viewing, but I think my previous tasking had somehow carried over. My success rate is quite good when I can remember my dreams, but I often don’t remember.

 

The late very funny and creative Steve Cash, a popular YouTube personality best known for his “Talking Kitty Cat” video series. Rest in peace.

My deepest sympathies to Mr. Cash’s family and friends. He brought smiles to many faces.

If you or someone you know is considering suicide, please contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255), text “STRENGTH” to the Crisis Text Line at 741-741 or go to suicidepreventionlifeline.org.

Fahrusha is the host of “Shattered Reality Podcast” and a professional intuitive.

 

Dream Mining

A very few nights ago, I was beside myself. I had mislaid a check, not a very large check, but a check large enough to warrant a search, a check that would take time and red tape to have reissued. I have been staying in different places. When one stays in several different places, inevitable things happen. The thing you want is always in another place. This is a universal truth.

I searched all over for the missing check. My memory told me I had taken the check from the drawer at Place A where it was stashed and put it into a large over the shoulder bag in a zipped compartment, with the idea that I would transfer it to a drawer at Place B, where it would live with several other checks until they would all get deposited into a bank.

It has also been a habit that on certain nights, I would attempt to program my dreams to see something in the future by loosely using the “Dale Graff” method. This former Defense Intelligence Agency remote viewing tasker turned out to be more psychic than some of his proteges, through the use of dreams. I have found using his protocol to be quite amazing!

The night that I was looking for the check, I did not give myself an intention to dream. Frustrated with my incompetence in finding the check, I just went to sleep. When I woke up, I only remembered a snippet of a dream. I had dreamt of my Betsey Johnson rhinestone cat pendant that I was trying to fix. Specifically I had dreamt of the reverse side of the pendant.

The Betsey Johnson cat pendant in question.

Dutifully I wrote down the dream snippet I remembered in my dream journal. Thought nothing of it and went on with my business. Among other chores I continued to search for the check at place B.

Yesterday I was again at Place A and, of course, looked in the drawer where the check had been kept, in case I hadn’t actually removed it, though I remembered removing it. This was my “last chance” to find the errant check. Of course, it wasn’t there. Later on I saw the pendant, lying on a work table. I had intended to replace a finding on this cute little fellow, with moveable arms, legs and tail. Upon lifting it up, there was a piece of paper underneath. THE CHECK!!! The back of the pendant, the part I had dreamed of, was resting on top of the check. (The pendant is all together in one piece, BTW)

OK, I’m amazed, once again. But I have a big question I’m not sure can be answered. I’m not even sure if everyone reading this will follow my line of thought. Was the answer buried in my own subconscious mind all along or did the information come from the Universal Mind or did I simply see the future, wherein I discovered the check?  Had I unintentionally, but fortuitously, tasked myself with finding the check?

Note: I have not described the method used by Dale Graff, but if you click on the link you will be directed to his page.

 

Dreaming About the Dreams of Others

 

Dreamer by Anthony Santuoso    Copyrighted image: all rights reserved.

January 25, 2017

This is a sort of personal experience and frankly I am not sure what it means, but it certainly is very curious. By personal I am not indicating that it shares many intimate details about my life or the life of my client.

I wonder if any of my readers have ever dreamed about anyone else’s dream? I woke up this morning not even realizing that my dream was a dream. It appeared in my mind, more in the manner of a memory. I remembered seeing a TV news report of a plane crash and thinking at the time in the ‘dream’ to myself, I’ll have to tell Jill that her dream misfortunately came true. It took me a few minutes of wandering through my morning, making and drinking coffee, to realize that I had seen no such news report, so it must have been a dream. The screen that I had seen the news report on was slightly smaller than my own TV, which is not really  very big. And I was watching in a very dimly lit room.

Several days ago I had received a terse email from Jill entitled Dream:

“There was a plane crash on U.S. Soil. Shortly after takeoff. I don’t know which air line . or where it was going. In the dream I was supposed to be on the next flight of the same airline. Obviously I wasn’t. Jill”

She later asked me if I thought the dream might be precognitive. Since she had had precognitive dreams in the past, I told her that she should monitor the news for a few days to see if it happened. I then basically forgot about it.

As far as I know there have been no such occurrences that would match Jill’s dream as of yet. Obviously at some point in the future a plane crash will happen in the US. So it raises a number of questions. How long a window does one give such a dream to manifest? She was very upset by the dream as she expressed in subsequent emails. I told her to watch for 72 hours. This was somewhat arbitrary, but since the dream was not that specific, at least in the details given to me, I thought it was fair.

What is weirder to me is my dream, which I did not remember as a dream, but as a news report actually seen. I have never to my knowledge dreamed of someone else’s dream. Also my dream had no context that it was part of, other than that I was watching TV. Furthermore, Jill, though a very nice person, is not a major player in my life. I speak to many people everyday who are in some ways closer to me.

The part that is curious and almost troubling, is the way that my dream presented itself to me this morning as a memory, not a dream. Is it possible that I was tapping in to some alternate reality? I’m not sure, but it is now an entry in my dream journal and it will be interesting to see if the experience is meaningful in retrospect.

I made a very quick check on the internet to see if there were any reports about someone dreaming about another person’s dream and there were not. There are reports of dream sharing especially in other cultures wherein dreams play a bigger role in the life of the community. Dream sharing is when two or more people have the same dream and sometimes they report seeing one another in that dream. It is thought that this can be enhanced through practice and intention.

Update: This story gets even stranger. In the early morning of January 28, 2017, I had a very long dream. The part of it that is significant is as follows: I come out of a building and sit down on a wooden deck on a wooden bench in the sun. It appears to be a resort setting. It is warm out. I see young men who seem to be employees arranging items in the near distance. I call out to one of them, asking what is happening. He says he is preparing for the parade. A bit later it is evening and there is a cocktail party happening. I am a bit uncomfortable because of the flirting and fancy dress of the occasion. Lots of “the beautiful people” in their thirties are in attendance. Then it turns cold and it is daytime again and there are more wooden benches like bleachers. I am in a big down coat trying to save a place for myself and a friend who will be joining me. There is much jostling and minor dramas occur, but everyone is civil. But the parade never happens! I leave the scene with my friend and we walk through a beautiful pedestrian plaza at nighttime.

On January 30, 2017 I receive the following email missive from my client who I have not spoken with: “I had a dream that Gisele Bundchen and Tom Brady had split up.. She wanted out..and she got out. It was a dream that I had this A/m/ (sic) when I have psychic dreams. Also I dreamt I was trying to get them back together.. Hey, I don’t even know them.. It was a dream. There was a parade forming for a holiday when I tried to get them together.. She just up and walked…” Again, here, the parade never happened.

Someone I know suggested that the parade that doesn’t happen could be connected to the Super Bowl. I have zero interest in football. I did not even realize there was a parade connected to it nor did I know the date it was being played or who the teams are. I have zero interest in spectator sports and avoid watching them.

I guess time will tell if this dream subject will have any further significance.

Note: Anthony Santuoso is an accomplished painter whose works can be seen at: http://anthonysantuoso.blogspot.com

Fahrusha is a professional intuitive based in New York City and welcomes comments on this blog.

 

Precognitive Dreams

The PATH Station entrance in Hoboken

After having Dr. Stanley Krippner on “Shattered Reality Podcast” at the end of July speaking about precognitive dreams amongst other things, I have been mulling over dreams I have had recently. A bit over a week ago I had a dream wherein two people I did not recognize, walked out of a woods toward a road in a place I did not recognize, carrying with them a number of rescued kittens, one of whom was a white female kitten. I was intensely interested in the white kitten and the woman carrying it offered it to me to adopt. I accepted the offer but that is where the dream ended. Several days later, I saw a video on my FaceBook feed from “the Dodo”, which was remarkably like my dream, but minus my participation. I was extremely intrigued by this, though it did not materially affect my life. Something that has become apparent to me recently is that often I dream about people I don’t know or know of, that is they are not famous people.

Last night or more precisely in the wee hours of the morning I woke up from my sleep and was thinking about programming a dream. This time I decided to loosely (very loosely, since I was still a bit snoozed) use the technique employed by Dale Graff, a dream researcher and fellow member of IRVA and SSE. I asked for a dream about a future event I might see in the newspaper on the third or fourth page. Sadly in my half snoozed state, I failed to put a date on the newspaper. Sorry Dale, my bad.

As planned, I shortly fell back to sleep with my intention in mind. I dreamed I was at a PATH train station in Hoboken NJ going with my class to NYC to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The PATH (Port Authority Trans-Hudson) trains go from urban New Jersey to several locations on the lower westside of Manhattan. Unfortunately the fare had just been raised to $4.00. It is currently $2.75. My entire class went through the turnstile but I did not have exact change, which in my dream had to be in singles and/or quarters. This is at least partially true, because at the Hoboken station, in order to get a one way ticket to insert into the turnstile, you need to put such a combination into the ticket machine.

A very thin, odd looking woman, with day-glo red and pink hair that stood up on end, tried to help me. I had put most of the fare into the turnstile but was missing some coins. She stood guard as I ran about frantically looking for change. Amazingly I found that my jacket pocket on the left side was stuffed with $20 bills! How had that happened? I was now afraid of losing them. As I raced back to the turnstile the rooster-haired woman was leaving the station. Someone had just gone through the turnstile that had at least $3.50 of my money in it.

9th Street PATH station.

Not to be thwarted, I fished a bus ticket out of my wallet and got on the bus for Manhattan bound for the Port Authority Building hoping to catch up with my fellow art students going to the museum. When I got to the Port Authority building I ran into my friend, ESJ, who offered me a flattened but tasty cookie filled with a chewy vanilla marshmallow. It was delicious.

Here I will digress. In the past several years I have noticed the ability to smell and taste things in my dreams. I wonder how many people do this? I know studies have been done on who dreams in color versus black and white. For me, it is color, though some dreams have more vivid color than others.

The dream concluded with ESJ going to a bakery counter on the second floor of the PA and purchasing piping hot almond biscotti freshly cut and out of the oven. Yum. Apparently I forgot about my class in my delight.

When I awoke I had vertigo. I also discovered that the night (09/17/2016) before I had dined at an Italian restaurant in Chelsea around the corner from where a small pressure cooker bomb had exploded an hour after I’d left the restaurant. On the corner near the explosion is a PATH train station which is currently closed over the weekend and I now learn, until further notice. I did not learn of the explosion until today (09/18/2016). In my dream I was at a station on the Jersey side, so this may be entirely coincidental.

I will be interested to discover if the PATH train fares increase in the near future.

Note: Pay attention to your dreams and journal them. Precognitive dreams can be had by anyone, but you have to respect and remember your dreams and treat them as valuable.

Postscript: Yesterday September 29, 2016, there was a terrible train crash in Hoboken NJ. My condolences and deepest sympathies go out to the victims of that crash. The train station and the PATH train are located in the same complex, indeed the track on which the train crashed was the one furthest north and nearest to the PATH train and the PATH train was shut down for several hours yesterday.

In addition, money for fixing the trains has been discussed heavily in the local news today. Seems as though the transportation experts had been warning NJ that they needed to make safety changes at the Hoboken station.

Did my dream have significant elements in it regarding this tragedy or was it a coincidence? I make no claims and indeed this event is very saddening and sobering. Although I work as an intuitive, I am not an expert in using dreams to forecast things. It is a discipline with which I am working and trying to learn from. If I were remote viewing, I would not have hit a bull’s eye, but probably have been told I went to the right location. But I put this forth; I don’t ever remember dreaming about going to the Hoboken PATH station before. I have lived most of my life not very far away from it, whether in lower Manhattan or nearby NJ, and in my recollection, nothing anywhere near this significant has happened there or so close by.  I do not regularly ride the NJ Transit trains and can’t remember having ever rode on the line that crashed. I now would not be at all surprised if all these fares go up.

In a situation like this it is abundantly clear why in remote viewing protocol there are a number of viewers tasked with a target, because different viewers can bring different pieces of the target together.

Again, deepest respectful sympathies to all killed, hurt or traumatized by this tragedy.

Fahrusha is an intuitive reader and the co-host of “Shattered Reality Podcast”.

 

The Most Important Times of Day. The Liminal State.

Cats spend a lot of time in the liminal state between waking and sleeping. ©

 

Disclaimer: Now is always the most important time in a very basic honest way because as Eckhart Tolle says, it is always now. There has never been a time when it was not now. We must always attempt to be fully present in the now and accept the reality of our current situation or anything we might attempt to do or change will ring false and probably fail. That being said it is fine to make plans or hatch ideas to change one’s life for the better. This post is about the best time of day to do exactly that.

For many years I have been extremely interested in the liminal state, that state of mind that occurs mostly right before we fall asleep at night and right before we are fully awake in the morning. The liminal state is a threshold state between waking and sleeping. Our brainwaves are different then. In the waking state our brains produce primarily beta waves. As we edge towards sleep in the liminal state the brain is producing more alpha waves and intuition and psi functioning becomes much sharper. This is a wonderful time to program one’s mind to achieve one’s highest goals.

Sadly, many persons spend their last waking moments, moments that are ripe with promise, in a state of worry and general negativity, visualizing the worst possible outcomes to all problems from the minutiae of life to global concerns. For a person who would like to change their life for the better this is the BIGGEST mistake they can make. Chances are that most nights before you go to sleep you are in your own bed, warm and relatively safe. (The following technique is still useful even if you are not in this ideal circumstance .) If you are lucky enough to be warm and safe in your own bed, take a moment to acknowledge this and be very thankful for this blessing. Another good thing to do is to think of three other things for which you are thankful. Realize that at this moment all is OK in your world, whatever seemingly negative interactions you may have had in your day are over and many of tomorrow’s worries are likely never to come to pass. Your NOW is good, you are safe and warm.

Once you have been thankful that you are indeed OK and are in full realization of this truth, visualize one scenario of something you would like to happen tomorrow. Think of this scenario only in the positive present tense. Do not put the idea out to the Universe that anything might go wrong. Remain entirely positive. A good simple example of this might be a student who has spent some time during the evening studying for a test. She has done the basic practical preparedness of being familiar with the materials to be tested. Many otherwise good students would then worry themselves to sleep which would likely lower their scores. Our wiser student would visualize herself taking the test and acing all the questions happily. She will do better than the worrier. After the test is over, it is very helpful to visualize getting the test back and seeing a high score on the paper. In this example you see that our wise student has done the basic practical thing she should do to succeed (by studying) and then she has put the icing on her cake by confidently visualizing success, plus she has chosen the best time of day to do it, when her brain is entering the receptive liminal state.

Why is this so, you may ask? It is because consciousness has a demonstrable effect on 4D reality and matter, which is really frozen energy and mostly empty space if we really drill down on it. That is shorthand for a lot of serious theories of physics and a lot of repeatable experimentation in the area of parapsychology and consciousness studies. If you don’t believe me, read the literature. It is not the purpose of this post to explore those details here, because that is better done in other venues. Simply put, conscious intention can tip things in your favor on average by 5-6%.

Another thing to be done during the liminal state is to meditate, to clear one’s mind as completely as possible of thoughts and concentrate on one’s breathing or on one’s sense of their energy body, their inner self. Inevitably a thought will arise. Just put it aside gently and continue not to think at all. Repeating a mantra can be helpful. “Ommm” “I am a being of pure love” “God is Love” or even just “Peace” can work. Occasionally an idea will arise seemingly out of nowhere which may be the long sought after answer to a problem. This may be regarded as divine inspiration, higher self insight or creativity. If nothing arises, that is wonderful too, because the peace of mind gained greatly surpasses all the worry and negative self talk that is sabotaging one’s life.

There is also a perhaps briefer liminal state available upon natural waking in the morning. Alarm clocks are the bane of this brief period. If you have woken naturally this is a good time for dream recollection, thankfulness and goal setting for the day. If you have the luxury of lying in bed at that time it is also a wonderful time to meditate.

The most important take-away from this post should be to be mindful of what you allow yourself to think about during the liminal state for these thoughts may manifest as reality in your future.

Fahrusha is a professional intuitive and co-host of “Shattered Reality Podcast”. You can reach her at fahrusha@fahrusha.com.

 

 

Dream Night

Author and Dream Researcher Andy Paquette

I often wake in the wee hours and then go back to sleep after an hour or two. Sometimes I catch up on my favorite podcasts during that awake time. So during the early morning  hours of July 28 when that happened I decided to listen to the new episode of Skeptiko, an excellent podcast hosted by Alex Tsakiris. I have heard several of Skeptiko’s Andy Paquette episodes and I am a long time fan of Stanley Krippner, so listening to the latest episode featuring Andy and mentioning Dr. Krippner, I was a happy camper.

I am very envious of Andy’s prolific dreaming and have been thinking recently of working on boosting my dream recall because lately I haven’t remembered much of my dreams. Several mornings it seemed as though something very happy was going on and I wish I could have remained in the dream state/place. It occurred to me that some of my dreams were not clearly rememorable (have I just invented a word?) because I was not in a place with humans or like  Earth, so there is nothing in the dream to tie it into my human 3D experience. For instance, last week, there was a dream in which (as nearly as I can describe) I was rolling happily with some shiny wet globes almost like down a stream.

When Alex Tsakiris asked listeners at the end of the show to send examples of death dreams, I decided to relate this one from when I was about 5 years old. I believe it happened a month or two before I started kindergarten. I had a dream that there was an old lady who I did not know walking on our block looking for my grandmother. I saw her out the window and was slightly frightened of her as she seemed grayer than her surroundings. She rang both my doorbell and my grandparents’ doorbell, but I hid and would not answer it, nor did anyone come out to answer it. I do not think that my parents were home in the dream. When I awoke, I told my mother about it and she got a funny look on her face. She told me to tell my grandmother. I ran upstairs to my grandparents’ separate apartment. My grandmother was at her sewing machine. I told her and she asked me to describe the woman. My grandmother indicated that she thought the woman was her aunt who I’d never met. I recall my grandmother then showing me an old photograph with three women in it and me pointing to the one who was in my dream. Later that day or the next my mother received a phone call for my grandmother, who had no phone of her own, saying that this woman had died. This was one of my first experiences of psi (apart from seeing and playing with small metallic beings that no one else could see).

In the early morning after listening to the Skeptiko podcast, I wished for a religious or spiritual dream as described by Andy. Andy Paquette has had numerous dreams with religious figures in them. He thought that devout adherents of faiths probably had frequent religious dreams featuring the icons of their religions, but through research discovered that this was not the case at all. After setting my intention I fell back to sleep.

Later I awoke in the midst of a dream in which I was with an older man who was an avowed atheist and probably of Jewish background. He was bigger than me. He may have been an amalgam of several men I know. He had some facial hair and a prominent nose. I had insisted that he come with me to see the pope, the actual current pope, who was visiting a shrine which seems to have been in South America where we inexplicably were. We were at the location of the shrine with mobs of people and we were buoyed forward in the crowd and somehow we went through with the papal entourage into the shrine which was made of a white material (plaster?) and had a white marble altar. As we were entering unseen with the entourage there was a group of about 20 small children dressed in white short smocks like altar boys or a choir and they were sitting to one side inside the wrought iron gate to the shrine but outside the sanctuary. The papal entourage consisted mostly of monks who were wearing brown cassocks and a couple of white suited soldier types and of course the pope. How lucky we were, I remember thinking, that we got in and so close to the pope. The man and I were in the cool shadowy but white-walled sanctuary of the shrine behind the pope and his group who were doing something by the white marble altar. Suddenly I got frightened that we would be discovered and it also seemed that the entourage was about to leave. I pulled the man outside and went behind or near the children who now had their heads covered in white as well. I pulled this relatively large man down to the ground in a way that he was sitting on my legs near these kids. The entourage passed us by. I hoped to get a full facial view of the pope but only saw the side of his head. But one of the hooded cassock wearing monks looked directly into my eyes with huge light brown eyes. He had tan skin with reddish undertones like a healthy peasant farmer. The look was deep and though not hostile seemed to ask, “What are you doing here?” In retrospect, it would seem as though he was the only one who could see us. His look deeply affected me and I woke up suddenly.

Pope Francis and children in Paraguay recently. Courtesy of NY Times.

I am generally not the type to go out of my way to see famous people and I am not now, nor have I ever been a Roman Catholic, though I rather like this pope because he believes in the sacred duty of good stewardship toward Earth and some other good things. I can’t recall offhand any other religious dreams. I never knew that I was so susceptible to suggestion!

Andy Paquette has written a book Dreamer that I am planning to read. He also has compiled the largest collection of dreams ever according to Dr. Krippner. His personal database of 12,000 dreams is monumental in the field of dream studies. Alex Tsakiris, the host of Skeptiko, has been a guest on Shattered Reality Podcast hosted by Kate Valentine and Fahrusha.

Fahrusha is a professional intuitive in the NY metropolitan area who has an avid interest in dreams. She can be contacted at fahrusha@fahrusha.com

 

 

 

Jill Jacobson’s Poem

Wreckage courtesy of Emmanuel Foudrot/Reuters

Germanwings Flight 9525, an Airbus A320, took off at 10:01 a.m. March 24, 2015 from Barcelona, bound for Dusseldorf. The plane had 144 passengers and six crew members on board. At approximately 10:40 that plane crashed into difficult terrain near Digne-les-Bains in the French Alps. By now, dear reader, you probably know all about this very sad tragedy.

10 a.m. Barcelona time is 4 a.m. New York time. A client and friend of mine, Jill Jacobson, was at home in Brooklyn NY in the process of falling asleep. She was roused, she estimates, at 1 a.m. the morning of March 24 (3 hours before the plane took off) because words, a poem perhaps, were rolling around in her head while she was in the liminal state. She got up from bed and wrote them down. Then she promptly went back to bed and immediately went deeply to sleep. When she got up the following morning she forgot all about the words she had jotted down on the paper, perhaps because she wasn’t fully awake when she wrote them. She went outside to do some errands. When she returned home and put on Channel 7 news, she heard about the plane crash and something on the broadcast triggered the memory of the poem she wrote, something about flying and jet fuel. She went to her desk and found the note she penned during the night and this is what it said:

 

Unbidden Images, Musing on Meditation

Approximation of what my sudden vision was. © All rights reserved.

At a private meditation group last night I was having trouble getting into the zone. My body was aching a bit and the habits of my monkey mind were disturbing me. One habit in particular that I had observed before was the mind as commentator with the purpose of remembering the experience. How does one still the mind and yet remember the experience? This particular meditation group sometimes has guided meditation or meditation with a goal or mental trip involved and participants are encouraged to share their experiences.

 

Holotropic Synchronicity

In August I was browsing through the Kirpalu catalog and was seized by a heretofore unknown urge to sign up for “Holotropic Breathwork” with the venerable Prague psychiatrist Dr. Stanislav Grof and his assistant Tav Sparks. I’m not certain what made me so sure I wanted to do it, but I had absolutely no reservations. Hey, a weekend in the Berkshires in early fall sounds fab, no? Perhaps it was the influence of my holotropic therapist friend in Amsterdam, but no, we hadn’t discussed breathwork during my recent visit.

In any case, I signed up and as August turned into September, it was soon time to go to Kirpalu. I’d been there to visit once and then again to assist Lauren Raine in her mask making workshop several years ago.

Imagine my surprise, directly after checking in, to see my friend Dr. Joe Felser in the hall. He was also there for the breathwork class, drawn to it in an equally mysterious manner. Joe is a professor of philosophy at Kingsborough College in Brooklyn and well versed in metaphysical matters and the author of two excellent books, The Myth of the Great Ending and The Way Back to Paradise. We immediately decided it would be advantageous to choose one another as partners for the breathwork sessions. After all, the devil you know is better than the devil you don’t know! 🙂 Actually we get along quite famously though we do not have that many occasions to meet up.

The actual sessions at Kirpalu were very interesting. I did manage to enter an altered state of consciousness which was very dreamlike during my breathwork. I was rather surprised at the demonstrative nature of some of the other participants in their altered states. I wish I was better prepared for that as I found it slightly unsettling. The weekend seemed too short a time to become immersed in this very heady work. I felt it was very compelling though I was not attracted to the idea of reliving the birth trauma. In general I am a fairly happy camper and not attracted to “re-suffering” anything. However this is a keystone in Grof’s method and has no doubt helped many individuals understand the reasons for certain traits and mental aberrations. I am very, very interested in learning the part of breathwork dealing with inducing non-ordinary states of consciousness.

Serious synchronicity began to manifest when I returned home. I had purchased and read most of Grof’s book, Holotropic Breathwork  and listened to a series of nine CDs called The Transpersonal Vision before attending the class. During the lecture portions of the seminar, Grof mentioned several times another book he had written called When The Impossible Happens. It sounded so familiar to me. I could even see a trade paperback with a blue and white cover, but I couldn’t remember reading it nor buying it. It was a curious feeling. Once I got home I lifted up a few clothes from a box to be put away and there was the book When The Impossible Happens staring me in the face. I don’t know where it came from nor how it got there, and I have no recollection of buying it and that is certainly not where I would have chosen to place it.

I thought that it was a definite sign that I should read the book.  And so I began to do so. In the opening chapter he speaks of meaningful synchronicity he has observed and that had touched his life. The first example concerned the well-known Joseph Campbell, who was living on the fourteenth floor of an apartment building in Greenwich Village. At the time he was deeply involved in studying a Bushman tribe in Africa that worshipped the praying mantis as a God or as the connection to God and then he found a praying mantis on his window ledge. Quite an unusual occurrence for a Greenwich Village apartment!

This is what I saw later that day INSIDE my home:

Indoor Praying Mantis

Look at that gorgeous face! I got him/her outside safely.

Later the author described his wedding to Joan Halifax the well known anthropologist. (They are no longer married.) They had an unusual shamanic ceremony surrounded by many similar minded friends in Iceland. Oddly, I went to a wedding that Saturday night at the Bronx Zoo where the entertainers and some of the guests dressed as animals, which is probably as shamanic as it gets in New York City. The truth is I hardly ever attend weddings, as most of my friends who are the marrying kind have already done so, and in former years I missed many of their weddings due to working at events on the weekend. I average going to a wedding as a guest less than once in five years.

At the zoo.

After that I temporarily stopped reading the book. The synchronicity shook me to the core. Soon I will resume.

Postscript: I am sending out a big thank you to Dr. Stanislav Grof, Tav Sparks, my co-trainers, Nataliya Tarnovskaya and Allen Howell, and my breathwork partner Dr. Joseph M. Felser.

Post-post script: On Saturday October 12th, I attended a private meditation group which encourages sharing of non-ordinary experiences which may have occurred during the meditation. I had seen a figure of a dancing whirling blue Shiva figure during my meditation and felt I might have been very suggestible due to reading When The Impossible Happens, wherein are described a series of events of Shivaic synchronicity. However that does not explain why a majority of other meditators saw blue figures, blue energy, blue light and blue objects. One meditator saw swirling energy and another an alien figure in the same physical space where I saw the dancing Shiva.

Fahrusha is a spiritual seeker and professional intuitive in the New York area. She can be contacted by email at: fahrusha@fahrusha.com

 

Bear Dog

The bear dog Magericyon anceps by Mauricio Anton.

Some years ago in the late ’80s, I predicted that biologists and geneticists would be able to breed mammoths and possibly mastodons by using frozen DNA which would be found in the Arctic regions. I wrote a blog piece which touched on this a while back: https://fahrusha.wordpress.com/2011/01/24/mammoth-prediction/

Recently I found another article confirming my old prediction: http://www.theguardian.com/science/2013/jul/31/woolly-mammoth-dna-cloning 

I was initially planning to add the above link to the Guardian article to my old post “A Mammoth Prediction”. But early Saturday morning August 3, 2013, I had a super-real dream, which was also a lucid dream. A being with a deep male voice spoke to me about extinct mammals of Europe. He spoke to me in English and in German and said he was the (over-soul of the) Bear-Dog and would like to be revived in the same manner as the wooly mammoth might be revived. Now mind you, this was a lucid dream, and my conscious mind was somewhat functional. The only two extinct mammals of Europe that I could think of while dreaming were the saber-tooth tiger and the aurochs, but I could not in this lucid dream state think of the word “aurochs”, though I tried. The being was looking somewhat bearlike and ferocious, but oddly, I had absolutely no fear of it and actually felt something of a bond with it.

When I got up on Saturday morning I decided to search the internet to find a description of the aurochs and did, but that was not the being in my vision. Strangely I did find an extinct mammal of Europe called the bear-dog! I had had no previous idea that such an animal ever existed. The illustration above is an artist’s depiction of what such an animal might look like. My bear-dog was somewhat huskier or fatter and had darker fur, but otherwise was very similar. I’m not entirely sure of what to make of this experience, but it was very exhilarating to find confirmation of my vision on the internet. The fact that he also spoke German to me was interesting and may point to either the animal after which Berlin was named, or indicate that the bear-dog’s range included German-speaking Europe.

So “Word up” paleontological geneticists! How about reviving my friend, the bear-dog?

Fahrusha is an intuitive reader in New York City and an avid lucid dreamer. She can be contacted by email at: fahrusha@fahrusha.com

 

Astronauts, The US Space Program and My Trip to the Moon.

Neil Armstrong b. August 5, 1930 d. August 25, 2012 Photo courtesy of NASA

Sally Ride b. May 26, 1951, d. July 23, 2012 Photo courtesy of NASA

This article is dedicated to the memory of Neil Armstrong and Sally Ride, both of whom passed into the great beyond this year. They both were incredibly brave American heroes.

In 1969 Neil Armstrong was the first human to walk on the Moon and Sally Ride was the youngest person to travel into space and the first American woman in space.

If you have ever been to the Kennedy Space Center in Cape Canaveral, Florida and have seen the space capsules up close and personal, you may begin to understand the amazing bravery of our astronauts. Most of us would not have the courage necessary to step inside and blast into the cosmos in what looked to me like a large metal can. One must immediately acknowledge the possibility of not returning to Earth alive, knowing the many perils that might beset the delicate capsule and trusting the ground crew implicitly. Yet they both volunteered without hesitation.

There are many articles on the internet about both Sally Ride and Neil Armstrong which I invite you to explore. I was an admirer of both and as a child wanted more than anything else to be an astronaut. One point I wish to explore currently is why the US apparently never has returned to the Moon after the Apollo 17 mission on Dec 7, 1972. I do not contend that I know the answer. The official story (which could be true) is that it proved too costly. There are two alternate theories which state that either the astronauts were warned off the Moon by aliens or that the US did indeed go back to the Moon and beyond but they did so as part of a deep black (ultra-secret) space program. The most interesting aspect of the latter theory is the information related by British hacker Garry Mc Kinnon about what he found on NASA websites.

The blog author and NASA Space Shuttle at Kennedy Space Center.
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The Moon is a fascinating place for me and I have spent some time contemplating Moon mysteries. As a student of remote viewing (I find that the study of remote viewing enhances psi functioning.), one of my strangest targets was given in a class I attended at the Omega Institute in 2002 taught by David Morehouse, a former government RVer. It was toward the end of a seven day course. As always, we in the class were blind to the target. In my viewing I went back to the summer of 1969 and Woodstock. In my current terrestrial life I am not very musically talented and only have learned to play finger cymbals, but I am always getting musical cues while remote viewing (go figure). So for this target I went back to the time of Woodstock through the music. To make a long story short the target turned out to be the first manned lunar landing which occurred during the same summer, the Woodstock Festival was August 15-18, 1969 and the lunar landing occurred on July 20, 1969. In remote viewing the target can be anywhere in time or space and in Morehouse’s class we had some targets from ancient times. I think it was notable since the entire history of humanity is a long time, that I was only about 3 weeks off in discerning the time of the target but I could not understand why I went so off course in terms of the place. Morehouse commented the following day that he had used the target in other classes and the results were always weird and odd. The Moon was full on the night our class attempted that remote viewing target. For some reason I took a photo of the full Moon after I left class that night. The target was not revealed until the following morning. Side note: Here is a link to the Kate Valentine UFO show in which I am interviewed about my remote viewing studies. Scroll down to Friday Nov. 30, 2012.

An actual picture taken by me the night of the lunar landing target at the Omega Institute in June 2003 but before the target was revealed the following morning. All rights reserved.

A second interesting event involving the Moon occurred in my life surrounding the NASA bombing (LCROSS) of the Moon October 9, 2009, at 11:31 UTC  (6:31 EST). Purportedly NASA was attempting to discover how much trace water was in the lunar soil for possible future lunar missions. A few weeks before the event occurred I was already quite upset with the idea of bombing the Moon. Hadn’t we humans already bombed our beautiful Earth enough? How do we know that the Moon is not a living entity like Gaia, our Earth? Now we had to start bombing other heavenly bodies? It seemed like a very bad idea to me.

I set my alarm to wake early that morning and watch the bombing live on NASA TV on the internet. I was upset but as it turned out there was almost nothing to watch. The expected plume of Moon dust from the explosion never materialized, though some folks said the Moon rang like a bell. How they knew this I do not know.

Having awoken earlier than usual to witness this explosion, I decided to go back to bed to meditate and ask forgiveness of the Moon on behalf of the creatures of the Earth. I went into an alpha state of awareness, mind awake, body still. And though I was aware of being physically in my bed, my mind travelled to the Moon. As I drifted above the chiaroscuro surface at a  height of approximately 20-30 feet or so it seemed to me though there was nothing familiar on which to base that calculation. In the upper left corner of my vision I became aware of an object or assemblage of objects. As I began to focus on it, it looked like a disused piece of machinery resting in a “valley” area. Generally oblong in shape, it appeared to be metal, somewhat wrecked and in the shape of a very short train, though it was not a train. My “astral vision” was attempting to make sense of the object when suddenly I heard a voice behind me. It was a male voice with a soft Southern (US) accent. He or it said, “You have to leave here immediately, Ma’am. You have no clearance to be at this location.” Immediately I was back in my bed.

I thought I was remote viewing the surface of the Moon, but now I think I went there astrally, because it seems I was detected. But by whom or what? The voice that startled me could have been that of a military intelligence officer or even stranger, something that wanted to sound like someone reasonably familiar to me. I was NOT asleep. I have not attempted to go back there, so frightening it was to me. Later that day or the following, I wrote a blog post about the experience. Around the beginning of 2012 I went back to reread what I had written, but it was no longer there nor were any of the drafts. All that remained of the post was a category that I created for it called “save the moon”. Who or what removed my post I doubt I’ll ever know.

A very famous remote viewer named Ingo Swann has a published account of a visit he made to the Moon and I suggest that if you have interest in this topic that you read it.

Ufologist Ken Pfeifer has been examining NASA photos of the moon for anomalies and I present one of his discoveries here.

There are a number of others who study moon anomalies including Don Ecker, host of Dark Matters Radio Show and podcast. A number of astronauts have reported seeing anomalous moving objects while aloft or on the Moon but most have retracted their statements or become enigmatic on the subject. Astronaut Dr. Edgar Mitchell is most outspoken on the subject of aliens but does not say that he saw them while on the Moon.

Following are a few links to more information on the subject: (more to come)

http://www.astrosurf.com/lunascan/

http://www.theparacast.com/podcast/now-playing-august-28-2011-don-ecker-and-david-hatcher-childress/

 

Pay Attention to the Intuitions of Your Body

A female human receiving inspiration. From an oracle deck called The Rainbow Bridge Tarot by visionary artist Lauren Raine. See end of article for link to this deck.

Sometimes while in a light meditative state certain things occur to me out of the blue. I have learned to pay attention to these unusual but seemingly random thoughts. Sometimes these thoughts are about my health and my body and I feel these thoughts may not originate in my brain but in my body parts and they are sent to the brain where they are brought gently into my awareness.

This idea is given life by studies which indicate that other organs, principally the heart, have their own intelligence and by other findings about the amazing awareness of certain animals without highly developed brains in the mammalian sense, such as the squid and octopus.

The first memorable incident of this odd personal medical intuition came a number of years ago when I was diagnosed with mildly elevated cholesterol levels at a rather young age. In my case this is not primarily a lifestyle and diet problem but a hereditary issue. I was musing over this situation and it occurred to me somewhat out of the blue that I should eat eggplant everyday for lunch. I was even given a recipe: make a slice halfway through the eggplant after washing it and cutting off the stem. Do not remove the skin of the eggplant. Put a couple of cloves of peeled garlic into the slice. Wrap the eggplant in aluminum foil and bake in the oven until soft. Remove from the oven and mash the eggplant and garlic adding cayenne pepper. Salt is allowed. Put on Scandinavian style whole grain flat bread and eat. Do not use any oil at all.

I followed this pretty faithfully every day for about a month. I went back to have my blood tested and discovered that my cholesterol levels had dropped by over 30 points! I gave my recipe to a number of people including my father and his brother, my uncle. My uncle said he had added this food to his diet and also experienced a drop in his levels. Though both men are now deceased, neither died of heart or circulatory disease and both lived into their late eighties and both had hereditary high cholesterol. My father did not take statins and neither did my uncle to my knowledge.

I personally still prepare this recipe and find it healthful, although I must admit I do not eat it often enough. I was shown a scene from inside my body by Spirit (I guess) in which I saw the eggplant in my intestine pulling fat molecules from my intestine wall. Recently I read about a new medical discovery that uncovered dried apples as a food that reduces cholesterol levels in women. I imagine that the mechanism is similar.

Warning: I am not a medical professional. This account is anecdotal.

Another instance of this odd intuition came to me some years ago while I was cleaning my ears in the manner one is cautioned against- with a Q-tip! I had noticed for awhile (this is sort of gross) that my earwax was copious and oily. All of a sudden this thought popped into my mind (almost verbatim): “This is probably not a good sign, the next thing you know ‘they’ll’ (researchers) probably say that this kind of earwax predicts a susceptibility to breast cancer.” A month or two later I read just such an article in a magazine. Thankfully I no longer have this sort of earwax.

Most recently I noticed skin tags (acrochorda) in one of my armpits. These are little bits of extra skin which are raised from the surface. In my case they were more annoying than disfiguring. I went to a dermatologist who cut them off and biopsied them. No problem, but then they grew back. More annoying after spending a considerable sum to remove them. Again an idea popped into my mind. Put tea tree (Melaleuca Alternifolia) oil and thuva oil on them regularly. I do not like the smell of thuva as much as tea tree oil so I began applying tea tree oil to the tags every morning after washing. At this point I am happy to say they are nearly gone. At some point during my self imposed treatment I decided to check on the internet for natural remedies for skin tags and also to see if what I was doing would be deemed safe. Both tea tree oil and thuva oil are prominently mentioned as remedies but the kicker is that there is a product for sale, by Dermisil, a proprietary formula of sorts for skin tags whose primary ingredients are…you guessed it…tea tree oil and thuva oil.

Now these experiences are not radical. My being is not taken over by the entity of the famous Doctor Fritz (an extraordinarily compelling story). My guess is that this is my own body speaking to me. Other plausible theories would include that these messages come from my higher self, the collective unconscious or universal mind (God), or a disembodied entity (back to Doctor Fritz).

While I have not come up with the cure for all disease I am sure that humanity could lessen suffering thru banning nuclear reactors (The unresolved Fukishima incident will cause millions of cancer deaths in the next twenty years.) and having much more respect for Our Mother Earth.

Postscript: To learn more about the Rainbow Bridge Tarot click the link.

 

A True Cat Story

In answering the comments on the previous post, I was reminded of an amazing cat story in which I participated briefly. This happened in New York City’s East Village circa 1990. A woman, an artist, who is now deceased lived across the hall from me with her husband and a cat named Bass. It was a sixth floor walk-up with an elevator that sometimes worked. I did occasional readings for the woman in exchange for a glass of wine. We were sort of friends. I had a special relationship with the cat and would read him from time to time by petting him and mentally asking him questions, to which he would answer directly to my mind very clearly. I would convey this information to the woman, who would then generally do what the cat required.

One evening the woman told me how the cat had come to live with her. It was a cold winter night as she made her way home. When she got a few steps from the doorway of the tenement, she became aware of the cat meowing pitifully behind her. She bent down and petted his shivering body, promising to bring him a can of cat food when she got up to her apartment to fetch it. I think the woman had once had another cat that had passed on some years previously and she remembered the lingering can in her cupboard.

She unlocked the two bullet-proof glass doors that separated the January chill from the steam heat. The elevator worked that evening and sped her to the sixth floor. After unlocking the door to her tiny home, she put down her handbag on the kitchen table and fetched the promised can from the cupboard and headed back to the door of her apartment two steps away with the intention of bringing down the cat a nice supper.

Imagine her surprise when upon opening the door who ran into her apartment but the very cat! She hadn’t let him in and he wasn’t in the elevator with her, so it was rather mysterious how he had gotten in and found her door on the sixth floor so quickly. But it was clear that the cat was at home so she allowed him to stay, especially since her husband, a musician, was out of town on a gig.

Several nights later when her husband was still away, the woman had a startling dream, almost a nightmare, that filled her with awe. The cat came to her in a realistic dream as a giant cat-headed figure larger than a human, and in a deep and resonant voice that shook her body, proclaimed, “I am Bass!” or at least that is what she heard. So naturally she called the cat Bass. And Bass became an accepted member of the household.

Now the woman, an artist, as I had mentioned previously, was an intelligent college educated person, but apparently never studied any ancient Egyptian mythology, because when I asked her if she was certain that the cat in her dream said Bass and not BAST she looked at me blankly and said something like, “I think so, what difference does it make?” I found it remarkable that she had never heard of BAST.

BAST is/was the protector Goddess of lower Egypt, where cats were worshipped and none so much as BAST. She is a glorious cat-headed woman in some renderings while in others a proud lioness or an elegant cat. The town of Boubastis in the Nile Delta was her sacred place.

Now the problem with this whole story is that BAST is a Goddess and Bass was a male cat, yet I feel sure that the woman had a visitation from the Goddess BAST. I told her so and though she mulled it over in her mind, I remain unconvinced that she was duly impressed with the divine encounter she had been privileged to receive.

Several months later, it came out in a reading that the woman and her husband would be moving to California. She requested I ask Bass if he would be pleased with the move. I held the cat on my lap and questioned him. He was alarmed. He did not want to go under any circumstances. A couple of months later they moved to LA taking Bass with them, in my opinion, against his will. About two weeks after the move, I found out later, the cat got out of the house and was promptly run over.

BAST (courtesy of Wikipedia Commons)

 

Dream Premonition and False Awakening

One morning last week I woke up from a dream. The dream was weird and definitely in color. A certain large male orange cat of my acquaintance was prominently featured. In the dream I had filled a big sparkling white bathroom basin with cold water from the tap. The cat, who likes to put his paw in water and bat it, began doing so and then jumped in. Soon he put his head under the water too. Then, completely submerged, he tried to go to the bottom of the basin in order to breathe through the drain which was gurgling. I tried to pull him out but I could not do so. He remained at the bottom of the basin near the drain and seemed to be clinging to it trying to breathe. I was very upset about the cat in my dream.

Then I woke up and began to mull over the meaning of my dream. I opened my eyes and my long thin dark tan arm reached for the apricot stucco wall in the soft evening light. Whoa! I began to freak out! I do not have a long thin tan arm or an apricot stucco wall. Splat! I was pulled back into my chubbier whiter body and it was still the middle of the night (or at least still dark out) and I could see the outlines of my bookcase where the apricot stucco wall had been. I had experienced a false awakening while dreaming.

This has happened to me before but what stood out about this instance was that during my false awakening I was thinking about my previous dream about the cat. This may be a first for me to be actively thinking about and trying to figure out a previous dream while still dreaming.

Wikipedia defines A false awakening as “a vivid and convincing dream about awakening from sleep, while the dreamer in reality continues to sleep.”  I often have false awakenings in which I am awake in my real surroundings and get up and do something reasonably mundane and then realize that my physical body is still in the bed. These may also be spontaneous out of body experiences. But I can’t remember being in another body that felt like a real body in another room that looked real in which I was also thinking about my previous dream in a rational logical way.

It so happens that two days later out of the blue the orange cat went into a bad state of being, sitting by himself and hiding. The following day he was observed to be dripping a bloody substance from his rear quarters and was taken to the veterinarian where he was diagnosed with a urinary blockage in his urethra. His bladder was the size of a grapefruit and his kidneys were affected. He stayed at the animal clinic for several days. His condition was touch and go. When he was released back into the custody of his loving owners they were admonished to see that he drank more water and to add water to his food.

It seems to me that the dream was a premonition of the cat’s illness. He was in tip top shape at the time of the dream and did not begin to show any signs that anything was wrong until two days passed. My question is what was the dream telling me? If it was a premonition why was I unable to help? I have never dreamt of this cat before, so why now? Interestingly I feel I might not have remembered the dream if it weren’t for the false awakening.

 

Revelation of Time

Several days ago I was having a conversation with a friend about the function of time in the time-space continuum as it was shown to me in an ecstatic revelation in March 2000.

It is a convoluted tale which began late in December 1999. It was pre-9/11 in New York City and there had been quite a number of company holiday parties at which I had read a prodigious number of cards and palms. I was physically and psychically exhausted, but still a spiritual seeker in my down time. I wanted to practice creative visualization, at which I had already had some considerable success.

For the uninitiated, creative visualization is a mental discipline wherein, one visualizes and sensualizes (“pictures” if you will) oneself in the situation in which one would like to be, and by doing so enables the situation to occur in one’s life in the material 3-D world. This is a shorthand definition.

Have you ever heard the saying: “Be careful what you wish for.”? This is particularly true with creative visualization, because if you are at all good at it, your visualizations are likely to materialize. So you must be very sure that you want the thing or situation you are visualizing. I tried to think of something I would like to happen and would potentially be very interesting, but in which I had little if any emotional investment and about which I could think of no significant downside for myself or any others. It had to be something which was not likely to happen to me otherwise, so if it happened I could be reasonably sure that my visualization had had an effect.

I had long been a fan of Deepak Chopra and at that time I was thinking a lot about the concept of time itself and whether it was uniform on Earth and in other places and whether it could truly be characterized as a fourth dimension. So I decided that my visualization would be that I should have the opportunity to speak to Deepak Chopra one on one about the concept of time. The rules would be that I would visualize this three times over the course of ten days, which incidentally would encompass New Year’s Day 2000. I would do nothing extraordinary to make this happen, such as running off to an expensive seminar at which he would be featured, but I would go with the flow and take what opportunities were presented.

After I had done the visualization twice, I received a telephone call from a female New Age author. She wanted an intuitive reading at her home on New Year’s Eve during the day. I prefer not to go to see my clients, but rather to have them come to see me. For some reason I assented to her request, perhaps out of curiosity, perhaps because she was persuasive. She was very friendly but clearly wanted the reading done her way, which I found somewhat curious, because I was doing the reading, and I found it trying, because I could clearly tell what she wanted to hear. That is an entire story unto itself perhaps best kept to myself.

But the interesting thing was that she told me without being asked that she knew Deepak Chopra. I was taken aback that seemingly my visualization was already working. I expressed interest in her connection while carefully not asking to be introduced or anything of that nature. She totally misread my interest and told me flatly that he was a married man whose wife was always looking on. Wow! I told her clearly that my interest was NOT romantic, but she seemed adamant that it must be. This was simply embarrassing. I was very happy to scurry away after that, but sad that this was a dead end in terms of my visualization.

So I did the visualization one more time, the third time, and then nearly forgot about it as I took an interesting vacation to California. Shortly after my return I received an email from a friend in Florida in mid February asking me to sign a petition involving a TV show. Deepak Chopra was supposed to be featured on a news-magazine type format show but the network (ABC, I recall) thought the interview was too highbrow to appeal to the audience. My friend requested that I sign a petition asking the network to air the interview anyway. This brought my visualization suddenly back to mind. Although my friend is a yoga and tai chi instructor who might be assumed to like his books, we never had any specific conversation about Dr. Chopra and she was not in the habit of asking me to sign petitions and in fact I don’t think I had even spoken to her at all in the new year.

I went to the website and signed the petition. As I was reading the web page I noticed toward the bottom, that my old friend Alan Colmes was scheduled to interview Dr. Chopra on his radio show and it provided a link to click through to Alan’s show. I clicked through and sent an email note simply saying that I thought it was wonderful that he (Colmes) was interviewing someone in the spiritual (rather than the political) arena and wanting to know how I could tune in. At that point I hadn’t spoken to Alan in several years.

Quickly I received a response from Alan saying that unfortunately the show was not broadcast in the New York market, but elsewhere all around the US. I would not be able to listen, but would I be willing to be the first call-in contributor to the show as I was familiar with Chopra’s books?!!! I was dumbfounded. My visualization was going to come true. Alan told me that the reason for the interview was a new book that Deepak Chopra had written called How To Know God. Needless to say I wrote back that I’d be more than pleased, I’ll read the book, and please tell me what number to call and when. He responded that the show would call ME on that evening in March and I’d be the first caller. I got a scare when the show was postponed by a week, but that only gave me more time to read the book. I did not want to sound like an idiot when I spoke to Dr. Chopra, who I think is a very intelligent man.

The penultimate part of the story is I did get to speak to Dr. Deepak Chopra both about the nature of time and about his excellent book. He was very easy to speak with and I enjoyed our conversation immensely. My visualization had miraculously come true and proved to me the immeasurable value of visualization. I’ve not spoken to him since, although I’d welcome the opportunity, he does not regularly circulate in my environment. 🙂

What happened to me the night before the radio show was even more amazing. It was intensely personal and words alone, I am sure, will fail to accurately describe the experience. I had been thinking a lot about the nature of time as well as reading the book, in preparation for participating in the interview. Slightly before my normal bedtime I decided to retire early with the intention of meditating on the topic of time.

I had just quieted my senses to begin the meditation when I had what can only be called a Revelation with a capital R. I was spoken to inside my head by a calm clear male voice that was comforting. It allowed me to simultaneously realize that my body was lying safely in my loft bed while my astral body was being transported into Space. I was shown that time was caused by motion in Space. First I saw the Earth rotating on its axis, then revolving around the Sun. Then I saw the Sun with its solar system in concert with other solar systems traveling around the hub of the Milky Way Galaxy. The Galaxy itself was on its own journey with lots of other galaxies. Everything was traveling at enormous speeds in relation to one another. Movement in space created time. Living creatures on Earth are respiring beings with a birth, a life and a death and travel in one direction only in time, literally from birth to death. And in the corporeal sense one cannot go back in time, because every second the Earth is in a totally different space in the Universe and all the stars and planets have gotten to a different relative position. To go forward or backward in time inside one’s physical body one would literally have to move the entire Universe. Outside one’s body exploration in time is possible.

As I feared this description in no way conveys the awesomeness of the Revelation. You may or may not understand the words I wrote, and possibly have not had this sort of experience and for all I know you may not even believe me.

Two Postscripts

1.) Several years previous to this experience (above), I had lunch with Alan Colmes on University Place and Ninth Street at the Knickerbocker. During our meal the conversation wandered toward  personal paranormal experiences. I honestly do not remember the specific experiences about which we talked. After lunch we walked north on University Place where a now defunct gallery was located and we decided to look inside. We descended a small metal circular staircase to the lower level to see the exhibition there. As we walked down we heard the clatter of a piece falling off the wall. The gentleman in charge down there was quite perturbed. Not only had a framed piece fallen off the wall, but it had inexplicably fallen outward about two feet from the wall before it fell downward. I think there are some persons with which paranormal thing are more likely to happen, some sort of synergy.

2.) During the recent conversation I had with my friend that brought this revelatory experience to mind I had a flash insight as to what one sort of hell might be: After death the soul is spun off into the vast, lonely cold abyss of space left to wander by itself in absolute zero cold always conscious but never to encounter another being for the rest of eternity.

 

Sleep Talking Cat

Talkative Cat

Several nights ago, I was sleeping with cats on either side of my head, listening to Hemi-sync Supersleep (subliminal binaural beats under the sounds of ocean surf) repeated continuously after a healing yoga nidra track had played first. I had on headband earphones for comfort. I was dreaming about a class at a university that someone I know was taking on electricity. I was explaining to a man in the dream that she was not taking the basic class, which is in a large lecture hall with a couple hundred students, but a more involved and advanced class with only 3 people in it. He said enigmatically, “Electricity is the life spark (or life current) of the Universe.” Then suddenly I was in the electricity class as a subject of an experiment with electrodes on my head (possibly because I had earphones and a sleep mask on in the waking reality). I began to hear someone talking behind me in a strange language. I realized from within the dream that this speaking is not within the dream and I had better wake up fast. I was very alarmed. Who was speaking behind my head? Slowly I realized it was Sylvie the cat. I was very relieved. Stupidly, because I wanted to go back to sleep, I quieted her down. I should have listened and encouraged her, maybe recorded her.
This is the third time this has happened in some form. She seems to be a sleep talker. Odd thing is, she seems to be speaking a language she does not speak in her waking life. It is not little growls and purrs and meows. No, it is syllables with sounds she ordinarily can’t produce.
Sylvie is 15 1/2 years old now and very youthful. The first time it happened was a number of years ago, probably at least seven. Another cat, now deceased, was also there. I was in a state of sleep paralysis, aware of my surroundings but unable to move and vibrating pretty violently. Sylvie was on my chest, sitting with bent elbows talking into my face. I understood what she said at the time but could not remember later. Second time it happened was perhaps a year ago and I was wide awake in bed. I was flabbergasted. She was asleep then, speaking the same odd language she did recently.
I know that animals dream. Both she and other cats and dogs I have known have showed signs of it, legs twitching like they were running, perhaps mewing softly. This is different. She is definitely trying to articulate sounds which she is otherwise incapable. I have lived with many cats and three dogs over the course of my life and no other animal, save one dog, who kind of barked “mama” when coaxed, has ever spoken.
I’d like to record the syllables Sylvie speaks but it happens so seldom it would be hard to catch. I wonder if she is being possessed by a discarnate being. I’d like to hear from anyone with a similar experience.

Addendum: I recall receiving information in the past, retrieved through meditation that cats, specifically felis domesticus, led other existences during their copious sleep-time in our physical realm, so this is a possible explanation.

 

Out of Body Exploration with William Buhlman

William Buhlman

During my life, I have had several spontaneous out of body experiences, many instances of sleep paralysis and vibratory sensations, and have often been “out of phase” with my body. Much of this has been very frightening to me, especially when I was a little child. As an adult I have worked to overcome this fear and this has resulted in a number of experiences in which I communicated with other non-physical beings. Please see: Bee Message for an example. But I could not initiate these experiences at will and I could not lose all fear, although going to the Monroe Institute has aided me greatly in my pursuit. I have been given access to others with similar experiences and techniques to lessen my apprehension.

So, of course, when I became aware that author William Buhlman was facilitating an Out of Body Intensive Workshop at TMI I knew I wanted to attend. I had read his two books Adventures Beyond the Body  and  The Secret of the Soul, both of which I recommend. So I attempted to reserve a space in the workshop, but alas, it was sold out with a waiting list. I was not to be deterred. I put myself on that list and took the ultimate leap of faith: I made non-refundable travel reservations. Then I visualized being a part of the group until <BINGO>a space opened up.

The other attendees were a very select group, but self selected. They were experiencers at various levels, some having had full-blown OBEs others having only been out of phase with their physical bodies and wondering what could possibly be going on. For forty years Bill Buhlman has been traveling out of body volitionally as opposed to spontaneously and practices everyday, but not every day yields an OBE. He gave us many techniques to generate OBEs that we practiced with great fervor in up to five sessions per day of approximately 45 minutes each. I experienced less fear during these sessions because I was intentionally moving my etheric or light body rather than having an experience by surprise.

Although Buhlman has constructed a sort of cosmology for himself based upon his many exploits out of body, he emphasized that we should not buy into the belief systems of others (even him) since with a bit of practice we could obtain direct experience. He believes that this direct experience will benefit us when our physical body dies and we are faced with choices.

For me the real sticking point is the point of individuation. Great sages have said we are all one. We are one with other humans, animals, plants, Earth and everything in the Universe. When we are out of body, travelling to other levels of being and consciousness how do we know if a being we meet is part of our higher self or in fact another entity still individuated on that level of consciousness? Buhlman says to create an intention in the form of a fairly strong demand and repeat it mentally if it does not become immediately clear. I used this strong repeated intention during one practice session to be able to see my etheric surroundings more clearly and to move up a level astrally. It worked!

More to come…

 

Programming Your Dreams

Dreamcatcher photo by Fahrusha

Have you ever wanted to dream about a particular person or place or objective? Do you have a “heart’s desire”? I often work with people through guided imagery and creative visualization to attain their heart’s desire, be that a romantic mate or a new career or another of their life goals. The way imaging and visualization can work is truly magical.

However one thing I try to impress upon people looking for a romantic partner is not to put a face on that visualization. In other words, it is fine to work spiritually towards getting connected to a wonderful partner but it is an imposition on a particular individual to try to visualize them into your life. This is because if you do, you are then interfering with their life path and not considering that the powers that be may have someone even better in store for you.

However you may program a particular night’s dream to include an encounter with that person who has attracted your attention. The fact that you decided to dream of them on a particular night does not interfere with their autonomy. In fact, if you are at all a lucid dreamer and tend to remember your dreams, you may learn some important information about that individual and why a relationship with them would or would not be in your best interest. Recently I was helping a woman  to program her dreams.  She discovered through dreaming that the man with whom she was “in love” had certain personal habits that were loathsome to her. Though she was friendly with the man for over a year, she seldom saw him because he did not live near her and she had yet to engage in a physical relationship with him. When dreaming of him, he exhibited some repulsive behavior about which she had no idea, but the behavior subsequently was confirmed to be true by his former girlfriend. She realized sadly that an intimate relationship with him would never work out.

Programming your dreams is not limited to romantic encounters. It operates very well for working through a thorny problem in your life. Suppose there is an interpersonal problem at work, you can program your dream to find a solution to that problem. Suppose you need a certain amount of money to pay a bill that is due by the first of the month, you can program your dream to show you where you can seek that amount.

By now you may be wondering about the method I use for programming dreams. This is not a commercial blog. This is to say, no one has paid me to sponsor any products I write about, including the books I sometimes review. However there are three things that I do use to program dreams and I do recommend them. They are a Hemi-Sync CD, “Sweet Dreams” and Mountain Rose Herbs Dream Blend Herbal Tea, and galantamine, a dietary supplement. Though galantamine is a perfectly legal supplement to buy, I recommend that you consult your doctor to be sure that it is safe for you. The effect of galantamine tends to wear off with continual use, so I only use it (at most) around three consecutive nights a month. I use a 4 mg capsule of the brand called GalantaMind. This is not to be confused with a much stronger prescription drug used to treat Alzheimer’s disease marketed under various brand names. Here is a case where more is definitely not better. It is perfectly acceptable to try this technique without using galantamine if you prefer.

More information regarding galantamine, other supplements and dreaming can be found in the book Advanced Lucid Dreaming by Thomas Yuschak.

Ideally to program a dream you should be sleeping alone in a place with minimal disturbances. About an hour to hour and a half before retiring, brew a strong cup of Dream Blend Tea and take a capsule of galantamine (4 mg). Be sure you have a note pad or dream journal and writing implement next to your bed.

Directly before retiring, set up what ever audio system you need to hear the stereo Hemi-Sync “Sweet Dreams” audio. I use an i-Pod and ear phones. Once you get the hang of programming your dreams you may no longer need to listen to the guided visualization provided on the audio. You can then decide whether you want no audio at all or whether you prefer some of the Hemi-Sync Metamusic designed to take you to the dream state. Also before retiring you should decide about what you wish to dream and your objectives for that dream.

Then make yourself comfortable in your bed. It is best to lie flat on your back with a support under your neck and your spine in alignment. You should have sufficient covering to remain pleasantly warm during the night. Start up the audio and take deep relaxing breaths. Go to sleep and dream!  🙂

When you wake be sure to take your time and write down your dream(s), even if it is not the dream you asked for. This method may take practice. Express gratitude for your dreams and ponder them. You may repeat this sequence for three nights in a row.

Rumi wrote:   Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.