Fahrusha


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.

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