June 12, 2004

•  “…groovin’ up slowly…”

  My son Doug and I don’t converse a lot.  That doesn’t mean that
  the time we spend together, or even apart when our sleep schedules
  don’t coincide, isn’t quality time.  Even when one of us is at the
  computer and the other one is at the PS2, we can look over and catch
  something on the other’s CRT screen or pass the chip bag back and
  forth.  And nods, smiles and grunts can say a lot when there’s a
  telepathic bond like ours.  We express our love for each other
  more in actions than words.

  Often when he goes to bed before I’m up in the morning, he leaves me
  little gifts on the computer:  funny pics, interesting news
  stories–this morning it was Come Together. 
  I’ve had the Beatles playing over and over in my headphones as I read
  my email and comments and surfed a little Xanga. 

  That tendency of mine to listen to one song repeatedly used to drive my
  mom nuts, and the time that I was using a loop of Enya’s Ebudae
  as altered-state induction doing readings–on speakers not
  headphones–it really did put Greyfox over the edge.  As a shaman,
  he’s conditioned to the altered state and exceptionally susceptible, so
  my music just zoned him out for a few hours while I was working one
  day.  Next time I sat down to work, before I could really get
  started, he suggested I use headphones. 

  ericthepsycho: 
  Is that “Stoned” you like the one by Silverchair from the Mallrats
  soundtrack, or some other song of the same title?  My kid says he
  has seen about five songs called “Stoned” in MP3 lists.

  HomerTheBrave wrote:

  Just wanted to say I’m diggin’ the QA format.

  Also:
  John Edwards does cold readings, big words are cool, a teenager can
  move furniture with his mind by deciding to move it and then moving it
  physically, and telepathy and PK are nifty neeto (the difference
  between conversation and martial arts).

  I have a question, if
  you please: Have you ever woken up in the morning and without really
  thinking about it realized just how completely different you are from
  10, 15, (mumble) years ago, and held this in contrast with how still
  and unchanging your center really is?

  I realize yes/no questions might not yield the most exciting answers, but there you go.

  Yes, and not just in the mornings.  I’m well up into the “mumble”
  range.  Lately, for reasons I don’t understand and hadn’t thought
  about until you asked, that thought has been coming to me a lot. 
  When I step out of the shower or get in the car to go to town, or when
  I’m driving the rehab van, I get a flash that makes me stop and wonder
  at the process that brought ME, the awestruck, curious little redhead
  of fifty-some years ago, into such an old body doing such odd things.

  CamelJoe continues our dialogue:

  I
  don’t want to sound like I am getting over my head. But I always told
  people I was Physchic. Like it would come for like a week ever few
  months. It was weird. One time I guessed this girls almost
  whole girls phone number before she said it to her friend. This was all
  back in eight grade. I don’t remember most things that happend, but i
  just remember my boyfriend at the time thought I was because I kept
  knowing and doing things. But im in 11th now and those weird things
  aren’t really happening anymore. Maybe once in a blue moon. I really
  want to move things with my mind!!!

  Yes, that’s the way it comes and goes.  We even have words for
  it:  psychic peaks and slumps or “dry spells.”  I’ve been in
  a dry spell now for months, with only a few quick flashes of clarity
  now and then.  It can be inconvenient when one is trying to do
  this work professionally.  That’s why I warn people in the FAQ on
  KaiOaty’s site that I’m “capricious and unreliable” on the business
  end.  When I feel like mush between my ears, I take a “vacation”.

  This is one of the things we psychics tend to talk about when we get
  together.  I’ve heard a lot of speculation and a few interesting
  theories about what causes it to be that way.   Some of the
  interesting ones are hormones, geomagnetic conditions, and astrological
  factors.  All of those and maybe some other factors could be
  involved in various ways at different times.  The hormones and
  geomagnetics make sense because the brain is an electrochemical device.

  I won’t even try to make “common sense” of astrology, or to explain how
  it works to a skeptic since I don’t know how it works.  It could
  be some sort of interplanetary “geomagnetics” for all I know.  I
  just know that I have observed it working in some very obvious
  instances.  The blossoming of my own psychic awareness happened
  during the big outer-planet alignment of the late 1960s.  When
  I’ve gone to psychic seminars I’ve met many others who had the same
  thing happen to them around that same time. 

  Maybe there was some interesting astro-stuff happening when you were in
  eighth grade.  Maybe your hormones shifted your brain chemistry
  around to a conducive mix about that time.  Maybe it was energy
  beams from ETs in UFOs, who knows?  I’d be very skeptical of
  anyone who claims to know, but I’d listen to anyone’s explanation and
  check it out, because I want to find out.

  O
  yes, I’d like to say, that I have come to really enjoy reading your
  posts. You always have great storys and answers. I will ask more
  questions because I think its great that you actually want to answer.

  Don’t mistake a willingness to do something for a desire
  to do it.  My desire is to be of service, to increase the general
  level of awareness on the planet and dispel ignorance.  Questions
  can be a pain in the ass.    Whenever I get too tired of this, I’ll just start ignoring questions.

  1) so you live in a moter home dealy, but you have the internet?? weird.

  It’s
  a “mobile” home, a trailer as in “trailer trash.”  The weirdness
  of our hi/lo tech lifestyle has not escaped the notice of my
  family.  Weirder still, those years we lived off the power grid,
  we had a phone line.  That is due to the vagaries of Alaskan
  public utilities out here away from the cities. 

  Factors such as
  permafrost in the ground and the deep cold of winter make indoor
  plumbing and running water a nightmare to maintain.  People around
  here burn their houses down sometimes, just trying to keep their pipes
  thawed.  No thanks, not me.  I like the spring where we get
  our water.  Wild animals show up there, I run into neighbors and
  schmooze…  it’s okay.  It is a thousand, a billion times better than living in any city or small town anywhere!

  2) Have you ever written a book, ever think about it

  I’m intermittently, sporadically, inconsistently (the way I do most
  everything) working on four books right now.  I don’t know if any
  of them will ever get finished, or if I’ll submit any for publication
  if it does.  I might just publish on the internet as I am with the
  one here on SuSu’s site, my memoirs.  If someone locked me in a
  room with a word processor, fed me through a slot and ordered me to
  write, I’d write some of the time and still find other ways to amuse
  myself.

  Besides the memoirs, there is the metaphysical thing on KaiOaty. 
  That site, by the way, is more than just a portal for requesting
  readings from Greyfox and me.  The FAQ contain a wealth of
  metaphysical knowledge and simple common sense.  In thirty-five
  years of doing readings, there have been a lot of identical questions
  that concern many people, and many of those questions always get
  some of the same answers.  Those answers are in the FAQ. 

  The site was meant to be self-sustaining and to serve as a screening
  device so people who want to ask any of those common questions will get
  their answers from the FAQ and leave me alone.  If you haven’t
  done it yet, go click the coyote in the header and then click one or
  more of the options at the bottom of the page that comes up (after you
  read it), and keep doing that–follow KaiOaty’s trail and see where it
  takes you.  You want me to teach you something, let’s start there.

  Another book I’ve started writing is a different sort of memoir,
  involving my past lives.  If I can get Greyfox to cooperate, I
  think a collaborative tale of just the series of lives the two of us
  have shared could be a bestseller.  It’s got everything: 
  violence, romance, spiritual development….

  The book that has been in progress the longest, over thirty years (I
  still have notebooks that I was carrying around in the homeless and
  rootless travels after I got out of prison), is my New Age flying
  saucer serial killer thriller.  The characters I’ve invented for
  it live in my imagination and sometimes in idle moments I tune in on
  them and see what they’ve been up to, but I don’t get much of it
  written down because I spend my keyboard time on Xanga.

  3) If you can send messages with your mind, can you send me one? Doubtful i presume, since i live in Pennsylvania

  I’ve been sending all along.  Haven’t you been paying
  attention?  *giggle*  Seriously, how do you know that some of
  the odd thoughts that pop into your head didn’t come from me?  The
  odder they are, the more likely they’re mine.

  I learned long ago that psychic awareness transcends space. 
  Greyfox also believes that it transcends time, but my own views on
  spacetime make all of that just fall apart into gibberish–it’s all
  one: space and time, everything is here and now.

  Greyfox is from PA, born in Mechanicsburg, grew up in Dauphin, lived
  his whole adult life in Harrisburg before he met me.  After he had
  visited us here and gone home again, in 1990, Doug and I both got
  “sick” one day, and experienced a miserable hangover Greyfox had. 
  My point here is a dual one:  words and thoughts don’t come
  through as loud and clear as pictures and sensations do; and the
  limiting factor isn’t distance but the connection, the compatibility or
  psychic bond between the participants.  This creates a great deal
  of inconsistencies from one reading to the next for my clients.  I
  just connect better with some people than I do with others.  I
  connected with you and your friends the first time I found your Xanga
  sites.  We should be able to have some fun playing with remote
  viewing and such, sometime, but wait until I get this mush out from
  between my ears.  I’m in verbal/intellectual mode now.

  4) Teach me how to do something. Anything, you choose.

  I’m not a teacher, alas.  I lack patience and my perfectionism
  would be enough to drive any conscientious student to suicide. 
  I’ll try to give you clues and direction to find what you want, but I
  think you’ll best find what you’re seeking through independent
  exploration.  Go back through my recent posts and follow
  links.  Get the “precog”
  software and practice, practice, practice.  If I could choose to teach you anything, it would be independence.

  BTW, my www.attentionpower.com
  link, and the one you put in your comment, both worked just now when I
  tried them.  Maybe you encountered “transient conditions.”
  

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