Fahrusha


In October of 2019, I wrote an email to a gentleman I consider to be knowledgeable about geo-political goings on in the world, asking if I’d be safe traveling to Spain in November. He replied that he thought I’d be alright. I’d purposely avoided Spain in the past because I despised bullfighting. My small one woman protest.

An amazing package deal had come my way and my nearly constant wanderlust took over, so just before Thanksgiving off I went. Madrid was noisy and exciting. I loved the Prado and other museums and squares filled with night life. Vegetarian food was hard to find, but not impossible. These folks are big meat eaters.

A delicious tapas plate of fried peppers in Madrid.

A day trip to the walled early Spanish capital Toledo was beautiful but disappointing because almost everything was closed during the hours I was there.

View from the walled ancient city of Toledo down to the newer Toledo below.

My last stop was Barcelona. Here the Catalan language could be heard. There were peaceful protests in the streets everyday and signs warning of pickpockets. One did not wear one’s purse on the outside of one’s clothes. Pickpockets were all over the Rambla, Barcelona’s long main street filled with market stalls and tourists even in the slow season of November 2019.

Inside the Cathedral of the Holy Cross and Saint Eulalia, also known as Barcelona Cathedral constructed between the 13th through 15th century.

Both the medieval architecture and the more modern Gaudi contributions were breathtaking.

The author at Gaudi’s Parc Guell.

After buying varieties of turrón candy for gifts and for my own consumption, I really wanted to get something for myself to remember this trip. Finally I came upon this wonderful mask shop run by two charming elderly people. Then I saw it, a doll of Dr. Peste, the plague doctor, a famous figure in Southern Europe during the Black Plague. I knew that was what I wanted. It was not inexpensive but it was handmade and well worth the money in my opinion.

Dr. Peste figurine with clothes from Arlequi Màscares.

Little did I consciously know at the time, but a novel disease from China was already making a small inroad in Spain.

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

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.

 

Steve Cash

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.

On September 25, 2019 I had an amazing experience involving a recent very sad news story, a soul retrieval and my iPhone6. I attended a meeting of TMI (The Monroe Institute) in NYC hosted by E.B. on the Bowery in Manhattan. E.B., a gracious host has taken over the group from A.M. (also very gracious) who moved out of town over a year ago. I’m using initials here to ensure the privacy of the participants.

The subject for the evening was lucid dreaming. Five people were in attendance, E.B., R.O. (long time friend), J.F. (never met before), R.S. (recent acquaintance) and me. We gathered in the living room area. E.B.’s place has an almost eerie resemblance in some aspects to the former host’s apartment. After greeting everyone and discussing what we would be doing, we then moved onto cork mats on the floor in another room where we donned headphones, laid down, got comfortable and listened to a Hemi-Sync exercise meant to promote lucid dreaming.

The funny thing about doing some of these Hemi-Sync exercises is that one can be conscious in an altered state and hear yourself snoring. Somewhere a few minutes into the exercise I discovered that my personal lucid dreaming guide was to be a tall blonde showgirl, which I found absurdly amusing. I followed the directions on the audio and subsequently slipped further into a dream state.

After the audio concluded we gathered again in the living room area to discuss our inner experiences with the audio. To my surprise, after mentioning the description of my dream guide, our host told us that a friend was staying with her for a few days that was a tall blonde knockout. She wondered if perhaps I’d picked up her energy. We went around the room with each participant speaking about their experience. Suddenly I recalled a “dream” I’d had during the aforementioned exercise.

One of the Monroe Institute methods, and something Robert Monroe, the eponymous founder, engaged in, are “retrievals”. Briefly, a retrieval involves guiding the soul(s) of the deceased to the “Light” and off Earth plane where they may be stuck. I have done numerous retrievals with TMI groups both at the actual Institute and at meetings at A.M.’s apartment and at the request of friends and clients. These retrievals are somewhat like shamanic soul retrievals done by other groups as well. Being a very pragmatic individual, I have often wondered if I were making these scenarios up. The retrievals could be done for groups of deceased, as in a plane crash, or for individuals.

In this case, our meditation objective had nothing to do with retrievals, but rather lucid dreaming. I related my experience to the group. Several days ago I had seen the headline of an news article, a man drowned in Tanzania whilst proposing to his girlfriend. I saw only the headline and didn’t read the news article but for some reason thought he was from Australia. He was not. I did not give it another thought.

In my lucid dream experience, I found a man submerged underwater. His body was quite thin, white and clammy. The experience was very palpable. I lifted him up and propelled him higher. Water was dripping off him. He wanted to go back and marry his girlfriend. He seemed to know he had come to an unfortunate end but hadn’t really accepted it. I explained to him that he would see her again shortly. He was worried that it meant she would die soon. I told him that I didn’t know but that it was not necessarily the case because time was different on the “other side”. I was joined by other beings who were escorts or helpers and that some folks call angels. We travelled upwards through mists. I perceived an old thin lady with longish sandy hair that seemed as though it may have had a permanent wave. She reached out to him and he clearly recognized her so I released him to her. The word I got in my mind was “grandmother”.

I then proceeded to tell the group that I was always a little doubtful about my retrievals, but that this had happened during a possibly lucid dream and I had no desire to do a retrieval prior to having had the experience. At that moment, my iPhone, which was in my zippered up handbag next to me on the couch, shut down in the sleep mode with the ringing and alerts off for the exercise and meeting, burst forth with Siri saying “I didn’t quite understand what you said.” Mouth open and baffled I took the phone out of my handbag and the screen which was connected to Siri simply said “the grandmother”. I showed it to the assembled group. I do not have an explanation for how that happened. I think everyone in the room was stunned. Sadly I did not have the presence of mind to snap a screen shot and would have had to figure out how to do that.

R.O. and I interpreted it later as a confirmation that I had actually done the retrieval. In checking the actual news story today I discovered that the deceased man was in fact quite thin and white, but hailed from Baton Rouge, Louisiana where I had once lived for a year. In addition I have visited Tanzania and was once left behind in the open ocean while on a dolphin swimming expedition in the area of the Bermuda triangle near the Bahamas. So there are three points of contact.

For the record, I am not advertising doing retrievals and I know nothing more about this case, so please do not assume that. This post is solely for the purpose of documenting this amazing experience. I also want to express my condolences to the victim’s family and friends.

Person referred to in post

Steven Weber, Jr, the deceased man.

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.

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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.

Two photos I took late last year could be pareidolia or ???

Pareidolia is the phenomenon of recognizing patterns, shapes, and familiar objects in a vague and sometimes random stimulus, says RationalWiki.org. Faces are thought to be the most common things seen as an effect of pareidolia.

 

Photo taken by Fahrusha on November 15,2018

Multiple faces can be seen beside the cat witch nightlight.

Photo taken by Fahrusha on December 8, 2018

This is a shadow caused by towels hung on a hook in a bathroom. Seeing these faces while alone in a quiet place can be somewhat unsettling to the average person. Each individual must decide for herself where pareidolia ends and anomalous experiences begin.

An amusing case of precognition occurred while I was attempting to get some exercise this past Sunday. I was walking with a companion around a half mile plus Rundgang around a large pond or small lake. To break the monotony, I sometimes make up silly simple songs to sing softly to keep myself amused. These ditties are generally very absurd stream of consciousness numbers like:

Emergen-cy

Brain surgery

Is not for me.

Is not for me!

At a particular point on the path and out of no where, I began to sing:

Doggie treats are good to eat

For me and you

And doggies too.

Eat some doggie treats today.

Woof woof. Yum yum!

Granted, this is nonsensical and silly but exercise for the sake of exercise can be mind numbingly boring. I stopped singing and continued to walk around the path sometimes pumping my arms for extra exercise benefits. When I got around the lake to the same place where I had been singing my impromptu doggie treats song about 20 minutes earlier, there stood a tiny elderly lady in a winter coat, Hello Kitty pajama bottoms and an unusual thick embroidered helmet hat. Very elfin. She was with a younger man who could have been her son. In her hand she had a pouch of dog treats and was handing them out to two smartly attired Scottie dogs who were walking with a woman on the path. None of those people or dogs were present during my earlier circumnavigation. The elfish pixie and her companion continued to walk very slowly around the body of water and stopped twice more to give other dogs some treats.

The key to this precognitive event, I think, is the use of my stream of consciousness for the silly songs, freeing up my mind. What made it memorable was the fey and whimsical appearance of the little lady who was well under five feet tall.

See also Precognitive Dreams, and Pareidolia Or?

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

 

I was thrilled and honored to take part in an unscripted comedic sketch on The Tonight Show With Jimmy Fallon which aired on NBC on March 19, 2018. It was so much fun to interact with these two enormously talented gentlemen, Jimmy Fallon and Blake Shelton. Many thanks to the entire crew and production team.

The day was so cold I wasn’t sure I’d make it to yoga class. I was in the bathroom washing and getting dressed while planning my strategy. If I wasn’t ready in time I’d have to go to the gym instead and be bored senseless on the treadmill.

My mind wandered. I started thinking about making a headband. The best way might be to crochet one in an alternating rib stitch. That would give it a bit of elasticity and keep my hair off my face and my ears warm. What color should it be? Maybe close to my hair color which is a light auburn brown. Would I ever get the time to do such a thing? I continued musing that I used to do such things fairly regularly. Where does my time go nowadays?

I was out the door in plenty of time to make the yoga class, in fact I was there before the teacher. A young woman with cropped black hair walked in two minutes later. Bizarrely she was wearing the very same hair band that I had a half hour prior considered making, crocheted in an alternating rib stitch in a muted brick red. I asked her if she had crocheted herself and she looked at me as though I might be slightly daft and mumbled something about her mother. She was clearly uninterested in chatting with me about it, which was okay, but I was a bit blown away. This was clearly not a commercially common head band but the very one I had imagined making.

This is the kind of thing that happens to me on a regular basis and I don’t often write about. Was it synchronicity, intention or precognition? I honestly don’t know and am not sure if the word matters. It is what makes everyday life magical.

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

Author in front of rooftop UFO.

A few days before Memorial Day weekend 2017, I went to the NJ shore. There I visited with a woman friend of many years. We walked the boards and talked about our escapades of previous years, including singing “We German” to the tune of Bob Marley’s “Jammin'” in Upper East Side night spots along with another mutual friend. That, and the UFO model on the roof of a boardwalk business led us into a discussion of psychoactive substances such as ayahuasca. But what did our Northern European ancestors do to commune with the higher realms? Why should we have to travel to South America to partake of this magical substance to become enlightened? Our conversation turned to fly agaric also known as Amanita muscaria.

fly agaric illustration

This mushroom is associated with shamanism, Santa Claus, and reindeer. You can see it on many German and Swedish Christmas cards. It is prevalent in illustrations across Iceland and probably other Nordic countries as well, but I am speaking here from experience only. I actually purchased a delicate glass tree ornament of a fly agaric mushroom at a Christmas shoppe in northern Iceland. Now think about Santa Claus. According to tradition, he lives at the North Pole and flies in a sled pulled by reindeer and he wears a red suit. This description fits that of a Siberian or Lapland shaman. It is known that tribes from the Arctic region, particularly their shamans, ingest fly agaric to go on spiritual journeys. They also herd reindeer and the reindeer also eat the mushrooms which incidentally grow underneath fir trees (Christmas trees).

Santa as shaman. (courtesy of Ancient Time News on Tumblr)

So my friend and I agreed that probably the most culturally appropriate way for us to experience higher realms would be to dose ourselves with fly agaric. This was all said largely in jest and under the influence of a vodka and tonic. No way that either of us intended to go out and find and consume potentially poisonous mushrooms that neither of us had ever seen in the “flesh”. In fact we doubted that it grew in our area of the world.

Shortly thereafter I drove to Northern New Jersey where at a familiar location I found these mushrooms.

Northern NJ fly agaric mushroom

A NOT intrepid explorer and fly agaric mushrooms in a bed of sweet woodruff under fir trees.

 

I have spent much time at the location in various seasons but NEVER saw this type of mushroom there or anywhere else. I am interested in mushrooms and as a child broke out in a horrible rash from excessive handling of puffball mushrooms. I always stop to look at mushrooms when I see them in the wild. Needless to say I was blown away by this seeming synchronicity, I actually felt like the mushrooms were calling me to have a taste. But I didn’t. I had heard all the stories of professional wild mushroom pickers who died from making a wrong identification.

About a week later I visited Providence Rhode Island and came upon these sweeties on an evening walk.

Providence RI fly agaric?

This was beginning to get uncanny.

Then I received this toy figure as a gift.

 

Toy fly agaric figurine.

I don’t usually do a photographic essay for a blog post, but this little episode really calls for it. I still haven’t ingested any fly agaric, though I can’t say I’m not tempted. I think that the late Terence McKenna explained this best. He spoke of mushrooms being conscious and their spores traveling through outer space. Could these mushrooms have been speaking to me? I think that they were. I think they were speaking directly to the Neanderthal in me.

Listen to Terence MaKenna on this subject (short) on YouTube.

Fahrusha is a professional intuitive and co-host of Shattered Reality Podcast.

The PATH Station entrance in Hoboken

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.

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 levitation of Daniel Dunglas Home interpreted in a lithograph from Louis Figuier, Les Mystères de la science 1887.

The levitation of Daniel Dunglas Home, interpreted in a lithograph from Louis Figuier, Les Mystères de la science 1887.

In March 2016, “Shattered Reality Podcast” welcomed guest Michael Grosso, PhD to talk about his book, The Man Who Could Fly, which details the story of St. Joseph of Copertino’s very well documented levitations. It reignited an long time interest of mine on the subject.

The account I am about to relate happened about 5 am one morning when I was a child of about seven. I slept in a small bedroom off the kitchen of a two family house in urban NJ. I was sometimes afflicted with issues during the night involving intense vibrations in my head and the feeling that “others” were in my room attempting to pull me out of my body. It was terrifying.  I was on my back lying in bed in the midst of one of these “visitations”. The back of my head and my shoulders were on the bed, but my feet, legs and derriere were being lifted on at least a 45 degree angle from the bed. I was literally paralyzed with terror.

Suddenly my father turned the light on in the kitchen. He was a shipyard worker and got up early to be at work. BANG! I fell back hard onto the surface of the bed. He heard me fall and yelled something to the effect of “What the hell was that?” and ripped open the vinyl folding door to see if I was OK. I was now fully awake and totally shocked by what happened. This could be categorized as a non-volitional partial levitation. I personally categorized it as several moments of blind visceral terror.

Levitation is said to be a form of psychokinesis in which people or objects are lifted into the air without physical support and may hang suspended or float about unaided. But if the levitation is non-volitional, who is causing the psychokinesis? This blogpost concerns human levitation.

There have been a number of documented cases of levitation throughout history, with the best documented happening within the Catholic Church. Michael Grosso points out that the reason for this is that the Roman Catholic Church keeps meticulous records, due to its connection to the Roman Empire, which also kept very good records. St. Joseph of Copertino’s numerous levitations happened indoors and out in front of thousands of witnesses over the course of years and were an embarrassment to the Church.

More recently in history we have a number of accounts of levitation by Scottish mystic and medium, Daniel Dunglas Home. Home, who lived from March 20 1833 until June 21 1886, was active in both the United States, Great Britain and Europe. He was one of eight siblings and a sickly child (as was St. Joseph of Copertino). As a child and adolescent Home had many portentious dreams of the deaths of people he knew.

Of particular interest to me is that Home spent much of his adolescence in the same area of the world (upstate NY) as the Fox sisters of Spiritualist fame and Joseph Smith, mystical founder of the Mormon religion, during the same general time frame. This area is well known for UFO sightings in the latter half of the 20th into the 21 Centuries.

There is much speculation as to whether Home actually levitated. The debunkers are very busy concocting ways that Home could have achieved his levitations, which were witnessed by hundreds of people, some of whom were leading scientists of the day, such as Sir William Crookes. One thing is true: just because something can be done by trickery does not mean that it was done by trickery. In any case, Home’s levitation was volitional levitation, that is, he chose to levitate. And levitate he did, on two continents, indoors and out.

One rather recent case of levitation happened in England to an 11 year old girl named Janet. This occurred in conjunction with the Enfield poltergeist activity in and around 1977. The case was documented by Colin Wilson in his book Poltergeist: A Study in Destructive Haunting. The poltergeist activity centered around a family with four children, but Janet was the one who levitated. Many unusual phenomena that run counter to the current theories of physics were reported in this case. It is thought that Janet’s levitation was not consciously volitional.

There are many cases of Eastern mystics who have purported to levitate, though these reports have not been documented to the satisfaction of Western standards. However, the reports are consistent and plentiful to the extent that there is even a yoga siddhi (paranormal gift) for levitation called laghima (weightlessness) which can be attained through meditation and breathing exercises (pranayama).

So who is likely to levitate?: children, saints and mystics. My conclusion is that in order to levitate one must believe that such a thing is possible. In today’s intellectual Weltanschaung filled with scientism and “Laws” of physics that are really theories, an average adult in the thrall of the mainstream mindset is unlikely to levitate. This is because of the rigidly held belief that it is impossible to do so. This rigid belief when held by a million minds can even affect the one mind that sincerely believes levitation can occur. Therefore a paradigm shift may be necessary before humans can routinely levitate.

On a more personal level, when I am in the midst of a lucid dream, I often find myself gliding around about 8 to 15 inches above the ground, sometimes through walls, surprising people I encounter. In one particularly vivid instance, I was levitating in front of a small group of people at what seemed to be an art gallery. It had happened rather spontaneously and I was not putting on a demonstration. I recall the feeling of first becoming aloft was rather like pushing off from the wall of a swimming pool. The funny thing that happened in this dream is that one of the onlookers called in a group of parapsychologists to investigate. When these four august gentlemen arrived I thudded back to the floor, unable to rise even an inch.

My levitation meditation: Lie flat on your back in a dark or dimly lit room. You can lie on a yoga mat on the floor or on a firm bed without a pillow. You should not be cold, nor should you be weighed down by quilts. I advise wearing non-constricting cotton knit pajamas or the like and covering oneself with a flannel sheet. Your arms should be by your sides but not touching your sides with palms face up in the manner of the yoga position Shivasana or corpse pose. Your eyes should be closed. Your breathing should be deep and consistent. Starting from your feet relax each part of your body consecutively, moving up to your head and ending with relaxing your brain. Notice then if any part of your body is cold. If so, concentrate on that body part, feeling it tingling and getting warmer. Now that you are relaxed, become aware of the plane of your body which is touching the floor or surface beneath you. Become aware of exactly where your body is touching the surface, and become aware that there is something that is neither the surface nor your body but a separate strata that is neither your body nor the surface. Concentrate your awareness on that strata that is neither the surface nor your body and feel that strata becoming thicker and your body becoming lighter. Continue in this manner for as long as you are able. You may then fall asleep or continue to meditate or gently rouse yourself from the meditation by counting downward from 10 to 1, with 1 being the state of total wakefulness.

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

behind8ballI have been writing this blog for over 8 years and this has been the longest time I have gone without writing a post. Last year I started Shattered Reality Podcast with co-host Kate Valentine and sound engineer Bill Moraites. Somehow this venture has eaten up a lot of my writing time.

For those who have not listened to Shattered Reality Podcast this post may serve as a guide to the individual programs you might be interested in hearing up to the December 2015 broadcast. There are shows about all manner of anomalies and parapsychological studies and experiences. The highlighted links will bring you to the audios for each podcast. The podcast is also available at http://shatteredrealitypodcast.com and http://shatteredrealitypodcast.wordpress.com. We are putting the shows up on iTunes as well and there are more than ten up there already.

The first show we did over a year ago featured veteran radio personality Don Ecker and we talked about Moon anomalies. Don has been hosting Dark Matters Radio for a number of years and is well known in the UFO community.

Podcast #2 examined the book “Walking Through Walls” by Philip Smith about his father, Lew Smith, the psychic healer, and life in Miami in the mid twentieth century.

Our next guest was Mack Maloney a prolific writer of military fiction and two very accessible books about UFOs: Beyond Area 51 and UFOs in Wartime.

Mathematician and aerospace engineer Robert Schroeder (Podcast#4) wrote a book about the physics of how UFOs may be propelled called Solving The UFO Enigma: How Modern Physics is Revealing the Technology of UFOs.

Natalie Sudman’s account of being blown up in Iraq and having an out of body and near death experience makes for a must listen show.

Next we were joined by Albert Rosales who has amassed the world’s largest collection of humanoid sightings.

Podcast #7 features image analyst and former Paracast co-host David Biedny speaking about the nature of the paranormal.

Next, Kate Valentine and Fahrusha have a nice chat with the British born psychic, shaman and remote viewer Angela Thompson Smith.

The mysteries of psychokinesis are revealed on Podcast #9 with University of Virginia’s Dr. Ross Dunseath.

Ken Pfeifer who is the head of NJ MUFON  (Mutual Unidentified Flying Object Network) joined us for discussion. He also runs a database of sightings called http://www.worldufophotos.org/.

The late great airline pilot, Captain Andy Danziger told us his account of a very amazing UFO sighting and David Biedny offered an opinion piece about the Roswell slides debacle.

Ellen Hodgson Brown is our 12th podcast guest discussing her 12th book, Web Of Debt. Syncronicity, or what? 🙂

Lucky #13 is Col. John B. Alexander, Ph.D., who has the inside scoop on UFOs with his book UFOs, Myths, Conspiracies, and Realities.

Alex Tsakiris, host of Skeptiko podcast, joins Kate Valentine and Fahrusha to discuss his views about a host of paranormal and spiritual subjects.

Former US government remote viewer Dr. Paul H. Smith talks remote viewing and UFOs.

Nancy “Scooter” McMoneagle, President and Executive Director of the prestigious Monroe Institute, speaks about the life-changing experience of attending the the Monroe Institute.

We welcome back NJ MUFON’s Ken Pfeifer to talk about the recent Australian UFO flap and listener Roxan tells us about an extreme Man In Black incident.

Ron Felber, author of The Mohave Incident joined Kate and Fahrusha for a horrifying true story of alien abduction.

We were very happy to speak with physicist Tom Campbell (My Big T.O.E.) about his amazing theory of everything.

Greg Bishop, author of Project Beta and popular host of “Radio Misterioso” converses with Kate and Fahrusha about the Paul Bennewitz disinfo affair and theories of UFO origins.

Todd Robbins, host of Investigation Discovery’s True Nightmares shares some grizzly accounts of real life horror.

P.M.H. Atwater near-death researcher and experiencer explains the basics of the near death experience to our listeners.

I am hoping to get back to more writing soon, but until then, please listen in to any of the above, for a paranormal experience! 🙂

Fahrusha is a NYC area intuitive reader and podcaster. She can be reached at fahrusha@fahrusha.com.

Shattered Reality Cover Art on iTunes

Shattered Reality Cover Art on iTunes

I am happy to announce that the Shattered Reality Podcast is now on iTunes and can be subscribed to. We have nine shows up so far, dealing with the paranormal. Please see also: http://shatteredrealitypodcast.com and  http://shatteredrealitypodcast.wordpress.com.

Secondly, I wrote a guest spot of “Your Weekly Wedding Horoscope” last week on Brides magazine online edition in conjunction with Elizabeth Mitchell.

 

In addition to having a new paranormal podcast with Kate Valentine called Shattered Reality, I was a guest on an interesting podcast called The Nature of Reality with Andrew Fisher. This may be slightly confusing since both podcasts contain the word “Reality” in the title. I think that is because we, as  human beings, are trying to come to terms with an enhanced view of reality. Reality now encompasses more than that which is accessible to our five senses. Or does it. There is a philosophy that encourages us to first deal with the NOW, exactly and only what is happening at this instant in each of our lives. In fact, this is all that ever exists for each of us in human form. Personally I bounce back and forth between both states and try to remain present as much as possible.

If you’d like to hear me as a guest on Andrew Fisher’s the Nature of Reality podcast click here

Reality?  courtesy of Conscious Living

Reality?
courtesy of Conscious Living

Fahrusha is an intuitive reader who also enjoys podcasting as an expression of Freedom of Speech. She can be reached at fahrusha@fahrusha.com

 

Shattered Reality Podcast

Shattered Reality Podcast

Kate Valentine, of the late great Kate Valentine UFO show, and I (Fahrusha) have teamed up with musician and sound engineer Bill Moraites, to bring you a new paranormal podcast, Shattered Reality!. We will be discussing UFOs (of course) and other topics such as remote viewing, out-of-body experiences (OBEs) and more.

Here are some links to our episodes:

Featuring Don Ecker: http://www.atlanticcoastufos.com//SHATTERED/show-1.mp3

Featuring Philip Smith:  http://www.atlanticcoastufos.com//SHATTERED/nov13-2014.mp3

Featuring Mack Maloney: http://www.atlanticcoastufos.com//SHATTERED/dec-12-2014.mp3

Featuring Robert Schroeder: http://www.atlanticcoastufos.com//SHATTERED/jan-9-2015.mp3

We have a fanpage on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/shatteredrealitypodcast Please take a moment to like it. Thanks.

We have two sites under development currently. Please excuse any technological hiccups.

http://shatteredrealitypodcast.wordpress.com/

http://www.shatteredrealitypodcast.com

Future guests include former MUFON Star Investigator Chase Kloetske,

and Natalie Sudman, author, archeologist and Monroe Institute trainer.

 

Today I listened live to the last (for now) Kate Valentine UFO show. I say “for now” because I know that Kate and friends (myself included) have an abiding interest in astronomy, unidentified aerial phenomena and the true nature of reality. I am the first to admit that the true nature of reality may surpass human understanding and whether UFOs come from other planets, other dimensions, other times, all three or a (non)place beyond the time space continuum, we will stay engaged with the larger subject.

I’m sending a big “Thank You” out to Kate and her crew: Dave at the station, Bill and Carrie and other guests with whom I have had the pleasure to interact, in person and remotely. I have learned much about the theories of other ufologists, both in and out of the mainstream, some of whom I probably never would have discovered without the show. My week will be a bit less fun without the Kate Valentine UFO Show to listen to on Fridays. But I raise a symbolic glass to further adventures in the future with Kate and the crew.

I’m including underneath some links for the Kate Valentine UFO Show. I hope they stay active.

https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/the-kate-valentine-ufo-show/id367295290

I have been a guest on show episode numbers 13, 39, 44, 49, 95, 96, 122 (not sure I got them all) and have called in on many others. Thanks, Kate!

The other archive is at: http://atlanticcoastufos.com/blog/category/past-kate-valentine-ufo-shows/

I’ll also miss hearing the show’s theme song which I believe was written by Bill and Carrie Moriates, but I have the archives on my iPod to listen to anytime I need to hear them.

Fahrusha is a professional intuitive and UFO experiencer in the New York metropolitan area. Comments are welcomed on this blog or send requests and private messages to fahrusha@fahrusha.com.

On July 3, 2011, I was pleased to be the guest on Kate Valentine’s “Viewpoints”, which is archived at:

http://www.atlanticcoastufos.com/past_shows.html

or on iTunes:

http://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/the-kate-valentine-ufo-show/id367295290

We discussed some interesting aspects of ufology including my own ideas about what alien intelligence might comprise.

Several weeks prior to this show, I taped another show with Kate and psychologist interested in the UFO phenomena  Oddly several copies of that show were lost at the studio, never again to resurface.

Kate Valentine is the host of two radio shows in the New York/New Jersey Metro area both of which deal with the paranormal and primarily but not exclusively UFOs. One is called “the Kate Valentine UFO Show” and is heard on Friday afternoon at 1 p.m. on WVNJ AM 1160 and is rebroadcast on Sundays at 4 p.m. The other show is called “Viewpoints” and is heard on Saturday nights at midnight on WNYM AM 970.

Kate is quite a remarkable lady with a decades long keen interest in unidentified aerial phenomena. She has interviewed some of the best and brightest in this field and I highly recommend anyone interested in ufology to check out her menu of past shows or listen in live. Both shows have a call-in feature so it is quite possible to ask questions about your sightings to individuals who are veterans in the area of ufology.

I know that Kate would herself love to have the opportunity to be a space tourist and I hope that wish will come true for her.

Here is a quote from her website:

~For my own part, I declare I know nothing whatever about it, but looking at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots representing towns and villages on a map. Why, I ask myself, shouldn’t the shining dots of the sky be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France? — Vincent van Gogh, 1889.

These experiences happen to me every so often, like when I was at Jivamukti Yoga some years ago, sitting cross-legged and waiting with some 20-30 others for a class to begin. I became aware of two persons behind me and heard their exact conversation in my head about a minute before they actually spoke it.

50 something woman: “I saw you here last week. Do you usually come to the 6 pm class?”

Late 20s hunk: “When it’s convenient.”

50 something woman: “I come here every day.”

Late 20s hunk: “Cool.”

50 something woman: “My name’s Channa. What’s yours?”

Late 20s hunk: (slightly derisive) “Chana, like chana shag? You’re named after chick peas? (Chuckle)”

50 something woman: (Slightly annoyed) “No, it’s Hebrew. It means graceful one”

Late 20s hunk: “That’s nice.”

Then the yoga class began.

It was curious, but it had no importance or meaning to me. I wanted to understand what happened and why it happened. It had zero effect on my life. I didn’t know the guy at all, the woman I knew only by sight. I never had any meaningful interaction with either of them before or after, and today I wouldn’t know either of them if I fell over them on the street.

This past Wednesday, I was at the health club with a good friend. I was on the elliptical trainer doing my time while she was across the room on the stair master. My mind went down a curious alley. I began to think almost obsessively about a center staircase in a home I visit regularly. I thought about how much room that attractive wooden staircase takes up in the center of that home and wondered if it would be practical or feasible to replace the large staircase with a straight wooden ladder to the next level. I got a real clear picture in my mind of the ladder. My practical side knew this idea was absurd and would be dangerous to implement, (imagine going up and down the ladder with laundry, for instance) but the ladder image was hard to dispel from my mind.

Some minutes later (perhaps about 20), I had moved to the recumbent bike and my friend was next to me on the upright bike. The bikes have a TV feature. I did not have my TV turned on, but my friend did. She was watching a real estate reality show which was called something like “International House Hunters”. The mute crawl was active, so I could read basically what was going on. A young woman sought to purchase an apartment in a Northern European city that could’ve been Amsterdam. I was not watching that closely, just doing my time on the bike. The prospective buyer was being shown a variety of apartments and sure enough, she was shown one on an upper floor, the price of which had been reduced, due to the fact that it could only be reached by climbing a wooden ladder (just exactly like the persistent one in my earlier technicolor daydream) from the floor below. She chose that apartment and replaced the wooden ladder with a tiny but stylish wrought-iron circular staircase and ostensibly lived happily ever after. I must admit that I have never encountered an apartment that was entered by a totally vertical ladder in New York or any other place I’ve visited.

My question here is why did I see this ladder ahead of time? Could it be considered precognition or some kind of weird time displacement? Because I work as an intuitive reader, seeing symbols is not unusual for me. Frequently I’ll see a symbol in relationship to a client and usually it has significance to the client. It is helpful to him or her in terms of the reading and that is as it should be. It is in context and for a purpose. I, in fact, actively seek these signs and symbols through meditation and receive them with the help of Guidance.

Currently I can see no purpose to either of the above mentioned events. To me they both had an unusual other-worldly texture of something out of sync like a skipping phonograph record in the non-physical realm. As a metaphysical seeker, I will continue to ponder these and similar anomalies in hopes of an answer.

 

Hans Holzer

Hans Holzer

 

 

When I was a kid between the ages of ten and fourteen there is nothing that I would have rather done than read a book by Hans Holzer. This man wrote scores of books on the paranormal particularly true ghost stories. I gobbled them all up as fast as they were put on the shelves. I wanted to be a Viennese parapsychologist too.

Imagine my surprise some years later when I was introduced to Hans Holzer by a Wiccan friend at the Limelight, a circa 1990 club in the Chelsea area of Manhattan. We became friendly and my friend and I visited Hans several times at his roomy Upper West Side apartment. Hans was a strict vegetarian which made it difficult to go out for a meal. He liked to cook his own food. He was always very kind to me. Once he wrote a letter in my defense to the alumni association of a prominent Catholic university. The association felt it was against doctrine to have me visit there as a psychic. Hans said that the psychic sense was a proven skill and a subject for parapsychological inquiry not medieval witch-hunting (or something of that order) and I got my booking back.

In 2002 he published an updated version of the Psychic Yellow Pages and included an article about me. So events had come full circle for me since reading his books as a kid.

Hans Holzer, you are truly missed.

New York Times obituary