June 11, 2004

• a few questions,
  
  a few more answers…

  I told Rachel
  if she had any more questions, to ask.  She appears to have a
  sense of humor as subtle and subtly cruel as my own.  Who knew?

  Okay, let’s set some ground rules here: 1) I reserve the right to skip
  any questions, and to explain or not explain why I don’t want to
  answer them, at my own whim. 2) I will answer more than you ask and you
  have to read all of it.  3) I get to ask questions, too.

  1) what is 4567 time 4563 minus 34 to the 8 power squared?

  If you seriously want me to solve arithmetic problems, state them in
  precise arithmetic terms… like you’ve presumably learned in school,
  either using mathematical terms and symbols or some commas or
  parentheses so that the word-problems make sense.  Do you mean I’m
  to square the result of (4567X4563) less (34X34X34X34X34X34X34X34), or
  to square the eighth power?   See my dilemma?  Are you
  using webTV, or doesn’t your computer have calculator software? 
  Mine does, so you know I’ll “cheat” to solve your problem.  Just
  don’t bother me with such trivialities, eh?

  In 1974, I bought a “scientific” handheld calculator–really hot
  shit in those days, cost $129.00 if you can believe that!  (You
  older people out there will know that, what with inflation and all,
  that was a lot to pay for a little thing at the time.) They practically
  give the things away today.  That little baby (not so small,
  actually–longer, but slightly narrower, than aWalkman) did square roots and solved trig problems and did two things for me:  from that day to this, I’ve never considered simple m ath
  to contain any challenges (other than those which regularly beset
  people like Albert Einstein and Niels Bohr, such as transpositions,
  misplaced decimals and the like) AND I put my slide rule away. 
  Have not used it since and don’t even recall precisely where it is
  right now.  My son would never even have seen one during his
  school career if he hadn’t once come across mine when digging through
  some old junk.  Slide rules are quaint and baffling ancient
  artifacts now.

  Here’s a little somewhat-related anecdote from my files as a
  professional psychic:  In the ‘eighties, when I did a lot of mail
  order readings, I received a request from a mathematician, the advanced
  theoretical sort.  He admitted to some chagrin at consulting a
  psychic, but he was desperate.  He had been working on an
  equation, and it just wasn’t coming out as he thought it should. 
  He wanted me to tell him if he was on the wrong track, and if not, why
  it wouldn’t work out.  I understood his dilemma.  His field
  is as cutthroat and competitive as they come.  He couldn’t ask a
  colleague for advice.

  I knew as soon as I read his letter that his error was a simple one
  of transposition, misplaced decimal, or something like thinking three
  and writing down two… nothing wrong with the theory, in other words,
  just an error in calculation or transcription.  But before I told
  him that, I used one of my simple tools to confirm it (probably a
  pendulum, I don’t really remember, could have flipped a coin), because
  that answer seemed too obvious and I thought if it was true he’d have
  found it for himself.  My policy was the same back then as it has
  always been:  pay “what you think it’s worth after you hear
  it.”  A week or two after I sent him my reading, he sent back one
  of the most generous checks I’ve ever received, and a letter of profuse
  thanks.  I was correct.

  2) yet again I will ask , are you into any sorts of fortune telling or what not.

  What not is a very big field, girl.  But fortunetelling–that’s simple.

  At the risk of offending any Rom who may read this (but more likely
  to draw forth a wink and a chuckle), fortunetelling is what Gypsy
  fortunetellers do.  They tell people what the people want to hear,
  in order to get their money.  It commonly goes something like
  this:  “You will go on a long ocean voyage and meet a tall, dark,
  handsome stranger.”

  I don’t tell my clients what they want to hear.  I tell them
  what they need to know.  Usually it challenges them in some way by
  assailing their denial, contradicting some belief, or pointing out how
  they have created their own problems.  This differs from what one
  usually gets from fortunetellers, because fortunetellers usually say
  the client is cursed and offer to lift the curse for a fee.  They
  will also usually find a way to swindle even more money beyond that
  modest fee that they set.

  3)what is your standpoint on the topic of ghosts? do you believe in them? have any experciences with them?

  I’ve encountered disembodied spirits.  It’s in a shaman’s job
  description.  Two of the first jobs Greyfox and I took on jointly
  after our marriage were entity releases.  I think at least part of
  the story is linked there in my sidebar, the honeymoon links. 

  During the night following 9/11/01, I picked up psychically on one
  particular survivor, the mother of a victim.  Her daughter had
  been in one of the towers.  She was a gifted cellist.  The
  mother was distraught and going over the edge, would not leave the
  barricades to eat or sleep.  The daughter was “there” beside her
  mother, in spirit, and was distraught because she didn’t realize she
  was dead, didn’t understand what was going on, and couldn’t get her
  mother’s attention.   I communicated with them both, mediated
  between them, sent the young woman on to the Light and the mother home
  to bed with a resolve to endow a scholarship in her daughter’s
  memory. 

  That sort of thing is my specialty, more than the readings I
  advertise and get paid for.  My strongest psychic “gift” is
  projective telepathy.  I’m a “sender” more than a receiver. 
  I have to work at receptivity, use the tools.  My kid is a willful
  Leo born in the Chinese Year of the Cock.  It is easier to get him
  to do what I want by thinking at him than by talking to him.

  That same night, 9/11, Greyfox (in shamanic trance) contacted a
  group of cops and firefighters and led them to the Light.  For the
  next few days, we did more of that sort of remote pro bono work. 
  It was our love-sponsored response to the event, and I much prefer that
  above all the fear-sponsored flag waving I observed.

  I also lived in two “haunted” houses.  One was in the biker
  years and the other in the first months after I got out of
  prison.  Those blogs may be linked in the sidebar or not.  I
  don’t recall, really.  I know I did blog about it, because I
  remember having mentioned it briefly and then someone asked for more
  details.  If you can’t find the story in any of those links from
  around those times, don’t bother going back looking for the
  stories.  They’re boring.  Nothing exciting happened,
  although the phantom floor lamp and table were mildly interesting.

  Apparitions, commonly called “ghosts” are usually psychic imprints
  and not disembodied spirits.  These are the cases where a figure
  appears in the same place every time and goes through a routine like a
  tape loop.  There’s a famous one of Anne Boleyn in some palace and
  several I’ve heard of in various old hotels.  It is like a psychic
  hologram, that repeats periodically.

  Poltergeists, “noisy ghosts” are psychokinetic phenomena, usually
  associated with some teen or preteen who is abused or simply frustrated
  and taking it out, consciously or unconsciously, on the furniture.

  4) Do you believe in God

  Nope, absolutely not!  Belief is for believers, those who do not know.  I know
  God, the Intelligence behind the Universe, but I call it Spirit
  usually, because it is without gender.  I have transcended most of
  the beliefs I was taught, and I am still in process of questioning
  everything I believe, discarding what doesn’t prove out, and upgrading
  the rest to knowledge.  Good grief, girl, did you not read any of
  what I’ve been writing the last few days, weeks and months about my
  “conscious contact with God?”  Gnosis is where it’s at, kid. 
  The priests and other politicians who promulgate beliefs are seeking
  power and control.  Religion is crowd control and nothing
  more.  Spirituality is what I do.

  5) can you draw? do art of any kind.

  My Muse is Terpsichore, my instrument the tambourine.  My great
  aunt Goldie said I showed great artistic talent as a young child. 
  My innate perfectionism and my art teachers in school convinced me I’m
  no good at it.  I communicate as a creative outlet.

  6) WHAT IS your favorite color

  On trees and grass, I prefer green.  In sky and my own
  clothing, I like blue best.  My favorite foods (hot and spicy) are
  usually reddish brown.  The color which triggers the most positive
  raw emotional response in me (all by itself, pure color, not ON
  anything in particular), is yellow.  I like all colors about
  equally otherwise, except in some combinations.  Red next to blue
  gives me headaches, and teal next to purple makes me want to puke.

  Any more questions?

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