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The dialogue with Rachel continues.

Ha, you are
funny. Look I didn’t think it would offend you that I use poor english,
and that I don’t spell things right. Let me put it this way, I don’t
mean to offend you, because I don’t know you, and I don’t know what
makes your tick. By the way, the name was Dudeyourgetinaduck. Good
memory.

Rachel, your spelling and your tenuous grasp on the English language
do not “offend” me (“cause to feel resentment or indignation; 
strike with disgust or revulsion; or hurt the
feelings”[Onelook]).  If anything, the evident fact that you’ve
been promoted to the eleventh grade appalls me (“fill with apprehension
or alarm; cause to be unpleasantly surprised” [same source]).  Not
your fault, I know. 

I’m not even offended by your apparent resistance to following my
suggestions that you read various webpages I linked for you, and to try
to think for yourself.  That’s your prerogative, and no harm can
come to me through your decisions.  I said that you could “at
least” learn to spell “psychic” if you intend to go on using the
word.  That seems a reasonable enough expectation to me.  You
wanted me to teach you to BE a psychic, so what’s wrong with teaching
you to spell it? 

I also indicated that I thought your careless use of the language
and your choice not to proofread what you write before you post it is
inconsiderate of those who then try to read and make sense of what you’ve written.  I stand
by that, but I’m not offended.  It takes a lot more than such
petty stuff as a little bit of inconsideration or disrespect to offend
me.

I do wonder if in fact, as you say above, your not knowing me is the
reason you don’t mean to offend me, and if I can be safe in inferring
from this that you would willingly offend me if you knew me
better.  If so, it must really be a trip being one of your
intimate friends.  (about like being one of my intimate
associates, now that I think on it)  Don’t get me wrong
here.  I don’t really
think that’s what you meant.  It’s just what you wrote. 
And you didn’t stop there.  In this entire defensive comment, you
dug a big hole for yourself and jumped in.    A critique
of it is like shooting fish in a barrel, too easy, no challenge, no fun.

Instead of a critique of what you said, or before I get on with that
critique, let me tell you a few things about what you meant to
accomplish by it.  You were defending yourself.  That
indicates that you felt you had been attacked.  In that, you were
mistaken.  I criticized the schools you have gone to and the
education you’ve received.  I made some disparaging or derogatory
comments about some of your behavior and the sloppiness with which you
try to communicate.  Although you might identify with your
behavior, I know that what you do is not what you are.  I would
never try to change what anyone IS, and I probably will never stop
criticizing and making suggestions to try and improve behavior.  I
am continually working on my own behavior, but I know that it’s
absolutely pointless trying to change what I am.

My behavior, this pattern and style of communication that I have been
working so hard to develop, tends to elicit more defensiveness in
others than does the style most people choose.  That’s not my
problem.  Most people would back off, say they’re sorry, try to
placate or reassure the one who took offense and went on the defensive,
but that’s not my style.  It’s not at all therapeutic or
productive.  It would be a manipulative mind game, and I refuse to
play.

You were correct, in that later part of your comment we haven’t gotten
to yet, where you said I have more years than you, “education and
living wise”.  One facet of that education is an in-depth study of
psychology.  I trained and worked as a counselor.  One of the
things I was trained to do was recognize defensiveness.  To a
psychologist, defensiveness is an indicator of an area of the client’s
psyche that needs “work”.

We only defend where we feel “weak” or where we know we’ve gone
wrong.  Someone who feels wholly “right” about his behavior, who
has flawless self-esteem, will never be defensive.  One of the
little axioms in psychology is that there is an inverse correlation
between self-esteem and defensiveness.  By zeroing in on
defensiveness a counselor can help a client gain insight into areas
where denial is blinding her to the source of the problems.  You
may not have realized when you asked me to teach you to be psychic that
you were signing on as my counseling client, but that’s the way it
works.  One of the necessary prerequisites for effective psychic
awareness is self-honesty.  To get to that we must get past denial
and defensiveness.  We don’t do that by pussy-footing around them,
but by confronting them head-on.  

Believing in being psychic is like me believing in any other thing.
I was taught that all that stuff was bullshit, and I want proof to know
that it is true.

No one else can give you that proof.  You must prove it to
yourself.  Previously, you said that you were a “see-er to be a
believer.”  You stepped into a very sticky trap there, when you
blindly accepted what someone told you, “seeing is believing.”  You didn’t have to see that before you believed it, and after you believed it, it was too late, you were metaphysical toast by then. 
Yes, it’s a tough trap, a very sticky belief, but many of us have
transcended it, gone beyond it and realized that believing is seeing.

 I want to be psychic, I want to learn, yes this is
true, but I am impatient and I want instant results. I have NO idea
about this topic what so ever, so me not having any idea is just
something that is.

You’ll get no argument from me on the first part of that.  Your
demand for instant gratification stands out in flashing neon, honks
like a klaxon and stinks to high heaven.  Not even a blind person
could miss it.  But you have ideas, you have beliefs that run
counter to any attempt you might make to accept and make use of your
higher consciousness, your psychic awareness.  The irony in this
is that if you can transcend your false and limiting beliefs you will
have your instant gratification.  As soon as you believe you can
do it, you will know that you have already done it.  As long as
you continue to believe that it is bullshit, that it is.

I asked you what you ment by We should be able to have some fun
playing with remote viewing and such. I didn’t understand what that
ment. What the hell does remote viewing mean? That is what I didn’t
understand.

If you followed the link I provided, you now know the answer to
that.  If you didn’t, that link is still there in my previous
post.  Even before I posted the link, if you had googled the words
you didn’t understand, you’d have gotten more information than you
could deal with.  Learn to use the resources at your disposal.

Sometimes I read your writing and I don’t understand. It is like a
good book, all the words seem like gibberish piling up on eachother, in
one ear and out the other. Usually I read your post again, and thats
why I usually comment more than once.

Thank you for saying it is like a good
book.  I would venture to suggest that the “in one ear and out the
other” part is not the fault of the words, but of what lies between
those ears.  As I said before, if my words go over your head,
raise your head.  If you don’t know what the words mean, expand
your vocabulary.  If you want to learn, then learn. 

Learning is a kick.  It is a known, established biochemical fact
that each time we learn something new our brains get a shot of
dopamine, the pleasure chemical.  Don’t resist new ideas, but seek
them out and incorporate them into your conceptual framework. 
Every time you add another bit to that framework, you get a jolt of
dopamine and build a broader framework for more learning.

Please have patients with my IGNORANCE because I am only 17. You have plenty more years on me education and living wise.

Hospitals have lots of patients and I have lots of patience.  If
you continue to try to excuse your unwillingness to accept new ideas by referring
to your age, before you know it you’ll be claiming you’re too old to
learn.

And I am willing to take the first step, I just would like to know
what that step is. If you wrote it already, I didn’t comprehend it at
all.

Just in case you still have not gone back over that post and found this, I will repeat it here:

“Before we can
learn to make good use of our non-physical senses, we must learn to
trust ourselves and our own minds. <<<That is step one.   Then we must learn how to
verify and validate what we perceive.

Rachel, thus far you have shown yourself to be unwilling to take step one, so how can you expect me to teach you anything?”

If my meaning there is
not clear, I meant that you believe in “luck” and other equally
unprovable and improbable concepts, and yet you do not accept that your
own mind may hold the keys to unimaginable possibilities. 
Acceptance has to come first.  It’s like Yoda said:  “There
is no try;  there is only do or don’t do.”  Trying to be
psychic, or trying to learn to be psychic, will get you nowhere. 
You are psychic.  After you accept that, you can start practicing
and get better at it.  May the Force be with you.

Here’s an excerpt from the latest bear story in the Anchorage Daily News:

The story continues:

Anchorage Daily News | Zoo fills up with bears as Willow shooting makes 2 more orphans

Still open for questions…

Rachel, just because an occasional blog is about something besides you,
you mustn’t assume I’m ignoring you.  I will get back to your
questions, but now and then I do have my own concerns to blog
about.  You want me to teach you something, and I’d prefer that
you try learning from me instead.  Many things cannot be taught
but must be learned for oneself.  Independence of thought
(thinking, investigating and exploring for yourself) is the first
lesson I’d like you to learn, and
delayed gratification (patience) is the next.  Have you checked
out all the links I’ve given you and read all those web pages? 
When you’ve finished, go back through them again to see if you missed
anything the first time, then Google any subject you’re not entirely clear on and read more.

morriganshadow
asked for my thoughts on adding Ophiuchus to the zodiac.   I
recall some buzz about this years ago, at which time I gave it some
superficial thought based on what I was reading in the pagan
newsletters that Greyfox and I were getting as exchange subscriptions
with his newsletter, The Shaman Papers.  I didn’t have internet
access yet then, or a computer.  I was calculating charts “by
hand” with an ephemeris and table of houses.  I thought of what a
headache it
would be to divide a 360-degree circle into 13 parts.  I read
several
marginally literate, semi-hysterical, incoherent arguments for changing the system, and
went on doing things as I’d been doing them, the easy way, thinking “If it works, don’t fix it.”

Since you asked your question, Shadow, I’ve been investigating, and thinking.  One of the web pages I found, Dancing Through the End of Time, brought up 2012, Timewave Zero, one of my favorite “fringe” topics.  It also
asked the question, “Do you ever get the feeling that there is a
missing piece to the puzzle?”  Frankly, I never had.  I
suspect that if there were such a huge piece missing, it would have
thrown off the accuracy of horoscopes to a noticeable degree.  Sun
sign astrology isn’t and never has been accurate to any noticeable
degree, but I have found continuous and consistent correspondence
between my detailed natal chart and my personality, and between my own transits and the events in my life.  On
the other hand, I’ve never expected astrology to completely encompass
my life, and I know that one is unlikely to find something one is not
looking for.

When I look at transits, I usually focus on aspects, the angular
relationships between points (ascendant, midheaven, eclipse point,
fortuna, etc.), planets,  asteroids and “lights” (the sun and
moon), before I even look at their sign placement, and my experience
suggests that the aspects have more “weight”.  Also, the classical
12
signs of the zodiac are only loosely associated with the constellations
after which they are named (or perhaps the star patterns were named
after a set of “signs” originally–who knows?).  Precession of the
equinoxes has carried the astrological zodiac more than one full sign out
of sync with the astronomical constellations since the Chaldean
astronomers gave us our oldest known written records.  Ophiuchus
is an astronomical constellation like the Pleiades, Orion, etc., not an
astrological sign.  Part of it crosses the plane of the ecliptic,
the circle through the sky that defines the Zodiac, which is why this
issue came up.

It seems evident to me that observations of the skies and comparisons
with earthly events must have been going on for a long time before the
Babylonian tablets were made, in order for them to have codified their
system in such detail (unless of course some Deus ex Machina just
handed the map to some old guy way back when).  My theory is and
has long been that the “Divine Map”,  the chart of twelve
divisions whose angles and angular relationships tend to display
correspondences in connection with celestial mechanics, exists
independently of the star map.  Note that this is a theory, and one I have found no adequate way to test.

The area of the starfield spanned by Ophiuchus covers almost all of the
sign of Sagittarius, plus the first few degrees of Capricorn, but most of that is north of the ecliptic, and the part on
the ecliptic is only the first few degrees of Sagittarius.  So,
if we “add” it without balancing it with other additions, how do we
rearrange everything else to make it fit, or what do we leave
out?  What does its symbol look like–the little shorthand
squiggle to go with Aries’s stylized ram, Leo’s lion, etc., those
things I miss so much as I have to type out Sagittarius and Capricorn
in full, and delete the second ‘g’ I contiually put in
Sagittarius?  On my machine, I have a font that includes
astrological
symbols, but it’s useless unless everyone has it, and when I use it I
have to spend too much time with the character map.  As it is, I’m
the only person I know who types words such as mañana, lamé, and
naíve.  Still, if I’m going to use Ophiuchus, I want a symbol for
it, and a stylized caduceus would be a pretty complex squiggle.

The classical zodiacal signs are neatly divided into four
elements (earth, air, fire and water) and three cadences (cardinal,
fixed, mutable)–four times three=twelve.   Does Ophiuchus
fit into one of the existing elements and a cadence (replacing
Sagittarius,
perhaps), or do we add a whole new one of either or both to balance
things out?  I personally like the idea of my Ascendant being in
the sign of the centaur aiming his arrow at the stars, and I’m not sure
how I’d adapt to moving my physical persona over into the sign of the
serpent bearer, although I can see some rationale for associating my
physical self with the caduceus.

If we
add a new element (a concept I’ve long thought the Tarot needed, a fifth
element:  Plasma, Void or Chaos) and/or a new cadence (which would
be what?)
we then have
fifteen, sixteen, or twenty signs and need to find two or three or
seven new constellations to fill them out.  Not that all this
isn’t
doable, but it has taken millennia to develop the system we have–thank
the gods we now have computers to work out the math, eh?  Can you
imagine the Conclave of Astrologers that would convene to work it
out?  I don’t want to think about it.  I suggest leaving such
shit where it belongs, in the Mediaeval Church.

The only arguments I have read in favor of the change seem to be
based upon the fact that our moon, Luna, makes thirteen trips around
the Zodiac in the time it takes our sun, Sol, to make one.  The
arguments I have read have all been made by Moon-worshippers, most if
not all of whom appear to be neo-pagans whose religion is based on a
rejection of mainstream monotheistic patriarchal theology.  I
reject both the religion they are rejecting and the one they have
manufactured to replace it.

None of the published professional astrologers I most respect, including but not limited to  Michael Lerner, Rob Brezsny, Noel Tyl, Rich Humbert, and Patrick Arundell
(that last link goes directly to Arundell’s “facts” on Ophiuchus) has
endorsed rearranging the Zodiac to include Ophiuchus.  As for my
thoughts on the matter, I think I summed them up when I said I don’t
want to think about it.    Of all the web pages I found
today on Ophiuchus, I like this one the best.

Marian: 
“…Jesus action figures…” ??  Does Archie McPhee sell them,
along with the punching nuns?  Thanks for the offer (and the giggle),
but no thanks.  I don’t feel right now as if I’ll need any more help,
but if I do I always have the living Christ in my soul.  And yes, maggie_mcfrenzie,
I’m having tons o’ fun.  The mental intensity of the past week or
so has managed to keep my mind off the physical debility most of the
time.  I noticethe pain and sensorimotor deficits most at bedtime, and when I have to correct all
my typos.  Another plus of this time has been all the time I’m
spending at the keyboard answering Rachel‘s
questions.  It has shifted most of my pain from my shoulder to the
back of my neck.   I don’t know how to articulate why
having pain in a different place helps, but it does.

Aaand, speaking of Rachel, here’s the latest installment:

—

…but no, that will have to wait.  Greyfox just phoned and clued
me to a new bear story which happened nearby in Willow this time, not
in Anchorage.  I’m going post what I have here now, then go to ADN.com to read it, and I’ll be back later with a link to it, and probably also with the daily dose of reality SuSu-style,
for Rachel.  The story is on today’s front page, so if you can’t
wait to read about the bears, click the ADN link and read it along with
me.

Omigawd, shit-o-dear, gollygee and OH FUCK!

I had been blogging here, answering more of Rachel’s
questions.  I posted it, checked my email, went back and read the first few
comments, and called Greyfox to read Sarah‘s
to him (He said, “Speaking as one whose ass has been up between his
shoulder blades a lot, I concur.”), when Doug got up.  I
wanted to watch the Matrix Ping Pong flash one more time, so I told Doug to get something to eat.

He ate and then got distracted by something and gave me more time at
the computer.  I started closing windows I had opened
in pursuing answers for Rachel, got delightfully distracted by a few of
them, then went back and read more email.  Something in Rich Humbert’s celestial weather report got my attention and I clicked the link to look at the chart for this Thursday’s New Moon. 
A minute or so ago, Doug came over here to take over the keyboard, but by
then I had decided to blog about this new moon, and sent him to the PS2
for a while.

INTENSE

The New Moon this month (a conjunction of Sun and Moon already)
is conjunct Mercury and opposite Pluto.  That much is true for the
entire planet.  Those are just the realtime aspects of the New
Moon.  That could be pretty intense.  There is also a
T-Square of Jupiter opposite Uranus square Venus, and a trine between
Venus and Neptune.  I’d say trust your dreams to help you deal
with the rest of the shit that’s hitting the fan.

That’s what we all will be dealing with, and how it affects any one of
you individually will depend on how those positionings aspect your
natal planets.  Here’s how they affect mine:

The Sun-Moon-Mercury conjunction is square my natal Sun-Chiron
conjunction, and opposite my Ascendant.  Pluto is conjunct my
Ascendant.  Transiting Jupiter at 11°38′ Virgo is spang on my
natal Jupiter at 11°44′ Virgo.  Mars, which at Cancer 26° is
semi-sextile the new moon and semi-square realtime transiting Jupiter,
is sextile my natal Sun/Chiron and quincunx my Ascendant.  The
Venus-Jupiter-Uranus T-Square aspects my natal Moon-Mars-Midheaven
conjunction with a trine, a semi-sextile and a quincunx. 
Transiting Saturn is square my Midheaven, too.

If that’s not a prescription for falling into the outhouse and coming
out with a bouquet of roses, I’ve never seen one.  If nothing
else, it begins to explain these feelings
I’ve been having.  That’s the New Moon.  I can hardly wait to
get a look at the Full Moon… but maybe I’ll just wait and see.

Wheeeeeeeeee…
If I don’t survive, don’t worry.  I’ll have gone on to something
better, or I’ll be back as something more interesting.  If I do
survive, I will have passed through a healing crisis, and/or met
another soumate and/or resolved a shitload of karma.  I
repeat:  wheeeeee.

It never ends.

CamelJoe again:

I am hoping that you never ignore my questions,  because I ask out of curiosity, and not to [be?] funny or ignorant.

I find it funny [adjective:   beyond or deviating from the usual or expected--onelook] that you will freely admit to curiosity [noun:   a state in which you want to learn more about something--onelook], but not to ignorance [noun:   the lack of knowledge or education--onelook].  Is not your ignorance the reason for your curiosity–else, why want to learn?

well first off, i guessed who was calling when the phone rang before
I picked up. Lucky guess. I really don’t believe in Phychic ablilities,
and telepathy and telekinisis, probably because I am a see-er to be a
believer.

You seem confused and even dishonest, if only dishonest with yourself.  If you are being truthful in the statement
above, you have been wasting my time all along.  On the off chance
that that is true, this, Rachel, will be your last chance to pester me
with questions.  That statement goes beyond ignorance, even beyond
stupidity, into prejudice.  Your mind is made up?  Is that
right?  You choose to believe that psychic abilities (no need to
capitalize, but please learn to spell it if you’re going to continue using
the word) do not exist, and yet you believe in luck while contending that you must see to believe?  Isn’t it funny that you don’t believe in psychic abilities and I don’t believe in luck [noun:   an unknown and unpredictable phenomenon that leads to a favorable outcome--onelook]?

Even before I was born, at Duke University, pioneering researcher Dr. J.B. Rhine,
in his ESP lab, had tested many people for telepathy and precognition,
and got results far exceeding any that could be expected through
chance.  He coined the term “extrasensory perception.”

In the 1970′s at Stanford Research Institute, Russel Targ and Harold Puthoff,
in physics and electronics labs (and I do mean PHYSICS, not psychics),
tested everyone from Ingo Swann (a famous psychic) to their students,
secretaries, and  pizza delivery boys.  To their own surprise they found that virtually
everyone they tested had some capacity for “remote viewing” (telepathy), and no one group stood out over any other.  Next year, in 2005, a new edition of their 1978 book, Mind Reach:  Scientists Look at Psychic Abilities, will be published.

Can you point to any research demonstrating the existence of
luck?  Research in that field is still tentative, to the best of
my knowledge.  Results are largely anecdotal.

Is it sad that I look forward to seeing your answers?

I don’t know–does it sadden you?  If so, you might gain some
valuable personal insight by pursuing that thought
introspectively.  Has anyone ever taught you introspection?

The thing about our dialogue that really saddens me is the sorry
state of your education.  I don’t know what kind of schools you’ve
gone to, but they suck, bigtime.  Evidently no one has taught you
how to do library research, and there were apparently no dictionaries
in your classrooms.  You have a world of knowledge (literally) at
your fingertips.  All of these questions you’ve been asking me,
you could have answered in more detail, and possibly more authoritatively, by going to Google or, if that’s too cerebral for you, you could ask Jeeves.

 I’ll
keep asking more questions.

Thanks for the warning.

 I really  want to bout this whole phychic
thing.

My reading skill, the ability to decipher plain and not-so-plain
English, suggests that you may want to battle (“bout”) some new fad or
fashion I’ve never heard of before (phy-chic), but thanks to my amazing
psychic powers, I know that you want to learn about mind-power, your
mind moves faster than your fingers do, and you lack the patience,
humility, and consideration for your readers, to proof before you post.

I haven’t had any weird thoughts by the way.

As beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so “weird” is in the mind
of the thinker.  To my mind, your entire way of thinking is molto weirdissimo.  And that “weird thoughts” line I tossed off yesterday was a joke, kiddo.

Ermm I hate to be
annoying but teach me how to be pshychic lol, wow im so nieve. (did i
even spell that right?)

Hell, no, and you KNOW you misspelled it!  You could have
looked up the correct spelling if you were not so content to be
wrong.  What kind of OS do you have?  Mine is Windows, and
right now I have six windows open:  this one, Google, Onelook, two
of the technical pages I found with Google to link for your
edification (which I intend to go back and read more closely after I finish this), and one that Doug left for my amusement when he went to bed, which I will link for the amusement of my readers.  It’s a pip of a ping of a pong!

I’m not sure that “naíve” is the best word for you.  I’ll stick
with “confused”, and maybe “obtuse” [no, not an angle greater than square, but "adjective:   lacking in insight or discernment"]  Your confusion verges on multiple personality
disorder.  You say you want me to teach you how to “be” something
the reality of which you do not even believe in.  That’s pathetic.

The fact is, you are already psychic.  EVERY   NORMAL   HUMAN   BEING   IS  
PSYCHIC.  “Extrasensory” perception is built into the human
brain.  Our remote ancestors were using it millennia ago to find
game for food, to give just one example.  Conventional “modern” education
doesn’t teach us to develop those capacities.  Fear-based
religions disparage and demonize them.  Unevolved, willfully
third-eye-blind “skeptics” make their fames and fortunes making fun of
them.   Naíve followers blind themselves to their own psychic
awareness and call it luck or guesswork or hallucination or
delusion.  The deluded ones are those who choose to keep their
eyes closed.

Here is a little bit of what I picked up by going to psychic
seminars and hanging out with experts in the field.  I must give
credit to my mentor Dick Sutphen.  Most of this came either directly from him or through contacts I made at one of his seminars.

There is no little red light that lights up in your mind to alert
you when you are receiving psychic data.  It’s just a thought like
any other thought.  It could be imagination or a brain fart. 
Psychic practitioners should get an “MSU” degree, letters to put after
our names, meaning “makes stuff up.”  All of this stuff does,
after all, come from our minds.  Mind-to-mind communication and
precognition, etc., being “all in the mind,” are difficult if not
impossible to distinguish from other thoughts.  Before we can
learn to make good use of our non-physical senses, we must learn to
trust ourselves and our own minds.  Then we must learn how to
verify and validate what we perceive.

Rachel, thus far you have shown yourself to be unwilling to take step one, so how can you expect me to teach you anything?

1) What is your name

Look it up for yourself.

2) do you AOL or AIM? so that I could talk to you faster?

AHA!  AOL… that explains a few things.  Perhaps when you
have progressed some, if you progress, I will make myself more readily
available to you.  Meanwhile, I like it just as it is.

3) Man o man just talking to you makes me want to learn more and learn to see if I have any “powers”

Rachel, just look… I mean scroll up and see how radically you have
changed your tune in the course of this one post.  And you claim
you don’t have any weird thoughts!

How can you expect me to instruct you when you are so
disrespectful?  I told you that knowing who’s calling before you
answer the phone, finishing other’s sentences, etc., are signs of
telepathy.  These are everyday realities that most people
disregard because they’ve been taught to fear the powers of their own
minds.  You say it’s not so and then you go on and importune me to
teach you.  I cannot even begin to guide you unless you are
willing to accept what I say or at least give it a try.

I will leave you at that because I know my questions are getting on the annoying side. Sorry..

-Rachel

sorry.. Im back again hehe..

If our dialogue is to continue, you must cease the “sorry”
bullshit.  If you’re going to be sorry about it, don’t do
it.  If you do it, don’t be sorry about it.  You’re wasting
words, engaging in mental masturbation there.

when you said

We should be able to have some fun playing with remote viewing and such

what did you mean?

I meant what I wrote.  What part do you not understand?

and when u said

I connected with you and your friends the first time I found your Xanga sites.

what did you mean?

Hmmmm…. owstopkickinme… isn’t she a friend of yours? 
There’s at least one more in that little circle I found sometime last
year.  The name isn’t coming to me, but I’m getting the image of a
duck.  Damn leaky, fuzzy memory….  Anyway, the content of
your weblogs didn’t excite me, but you girls interested me. 
That’s what I mean.  There was a psychic *ping* that told me there
was something in that circle worth making the effort to
communicate.  And you’ve validated it through your interest and
this dialogue.

ok sorry.  -rach

There you go again, jerkin’ off.  I know you’re not sorry, so stop playing word games.

 “…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:

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:

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.”

Answer

I did ask for
questions, didn’t I?

“Have you ever made contact with someone who’s
dead?”

Posted by spinksy

If you mean classic mediumship or seance stuff where one attempts to

communicate with spirits the way John Edward does,
no.   I

mean I have never attempted that.  It’s just not my
schtick. 

But I have had some contact with spirits such as the young woman in
New

York on 9/11 who didn’t know she was dead, and in the course of my
work

have had some “dead people” speak through me when I was

open-channeling.  Then there is Red Eagle.  He is
one of

Greyfox’s Muscogee forbears, one of the Red Stick holdouts who
wouldn’t

cooperate with the white invaders.  Greyfox sort of introduced
us,

connected us, before he and I had even met in person, when we were
only

corresponding by mail.  Red Eagle contacted me, counseled me,

encouraged me to let the relationship with Greyfox develop, and helped

me understand some things I hadn’t a clue about.  He’s still

around, but I don’t call on him much.  Invoking Red Eagle is
like

suddenly having an icy hand take hold of my heart.  It’s not
that

he has no sense of humor.  It’s a dry one a lot like my
father’s

and mine, but it’s also the most… serious, businesslike sense of

humor I’ve ever encountered.  The chief takes nothing
lightly.

CamelJoe
said:

Bleh Its hard to understand what
you write. U write with big words and its hard to
understand.

Well, Rachel, it’s like this:  I’ve got this damned

vocabulary, and I can’t let it go to waste.  But seriously, I

don’t use big words to be obscure.  Some words are just
big. 

I didn’t make them up, but if one of them says what I want to say

better than a dozen or two small words would, I use it.  I
also

like to play with words.  There is a dictionary search box in
my

left module on my main Xanga page and I suggest you use it if any of
my

words doesn’t make sense to you.  That way you will
understand

what I’m saying.  In other words, if I “talk” over your head,

raise your head. 

Well ok

1) why were you in
prison

That
is a
very
long
story
told in
eight
installments.

2) How can a teenager make
furnature move with his mind

The best theory I’ve encountered is that it is ki or chi, the
mind-power that martial artists learn to control.  In poltergeist
cases, it is almost always unleashed unconsciously and the events are
chaotic.

3) Can I be telepathic? Can I have
telekinisis. I really would liek

to learn that, if it is true. Can u teach me how to do it, and How did

you learn?

If your brain has healthy electrochemistry and no serious defects,
you probably can.  You may have already experienced
telepathy.  For many people, their first awareness of their own
telepathy is when they know who’s calling on the phone before they
answer it, when they finish a friend’s sentences for them or answer
someone’s question before it is verbalized. 
Internet chat and IM give a whole range of opportunities for the sort
of feedback that helps you recognize your psychic awareness for what it
is, and develop it.  That process of feedback is called,
“practice.”

Psychokinesis or telekinesis is just another form of
mind-power.  Think of telepathy and PK as different “arts”. 
Some people have more talent for dance, while others have a natural
ability at sculpture.  But a sculptor can learn, with maybe more
difficulty, to dance.  The most important factors are clarity of
intent, will and follow-through:  knowing what you want, truly
wanting it, and going for it.  An excellent place to start
learning is http://www.AttentionPower.com.  
Learn about the various brainwave states, do relaxation techniques and
learn to recognize when your brain is in Alpha and Theta.  That’s
where the psychic stuff works best and you can practice and condition
yourself to go into Alpha or Theta at will.  Logic and memory work
best in Beta, and that’s what ordinary education and culture cultivates.

I started learning, first, by discovering that such things were real
and possible, then by wanting them as you do, and then by studying and
practicing.  I’m still learning, studying and practicing.

4) I like yellow too. My
fav.

Somewhere I read, in some “color test” psychological thing, that if yellow is your favorite you tend to have psychic abilities.

The Answer-Bitch  is still on the job.

ericthepsycho
wants to know what song I enjoy at the moment.  There are more
than one, but the one that always gets me singing along with the car
radio is White Flag by Dido.

more than you want to know

As I wrote this morning’s blog, Doug woke up and wandered out here to
stand over me and wait to get on here and post his intro to the final
round of the fanfic tournament he’s hosting.  The semi-final round
was a pip, set in the universe of American McGee’s Alice.  I have
long been impressed by the writing skills of that bunch of young game-obsessed
creative geniuses with whom my kid consorts at RTSG/Random
Insanity. 

Impressed is also the only word for my reaction to what I’ve seen Doug
do in this, his first survivor-style fanfic tournament as
host.   As I watched him a few days ago, tabulating scores on
a spreadsheet, I thought about how these experiences might be presented
on a resumé.  But such idle musings on my part don’t matter. 
What does matter is the experience, the learning and the creative
expression.  When one works so hard at play, then the play is Work
of the highest type.

I posted my blog hurriedly, typos and all, and with my butterfly
moniker somehow ending up in the middle instead of at the end. 
Gotta fix that, but first gotta blog some more.  I must also go
through my picture files and see what I can delete because the space
I’ve been allotted with my lifetime Premium Xanga is almost all full
and I can’t afford to buy more space now.  It’s either get rid of
old pics in past blogs or stop adding new ones.  I don’t want to
stop doing photoblogs, so my course is clear.

A few minutes ago, the sky dropped on us what in North Texas we used to
call a gully-washer.  Doug said it looked like special effects
rain, drops so big they were bouncing.  Now the drips I’m hearing
in here are reminders that summer is short and we’ve got to fix the
roof again.  Somehow I just never seem to think of that on
pleasant sunny days.

Some curiosity has been expressed regarding a reference I made to our
outhouse.  So, for new or intermittent or inattentive readers I
will reiterate some of the facts of our lifestyle here, and maybe add a
thing or three I’ve forgotten or neglected to mention before.

We
live in a squalid rundown 15′X55′ trailer on a one-acre lot amid some
of the most
beautiful surroundings on this planet.  It adjoins a dirt road
with sparse traffic, and none of our neighbors (some of whom live
year-round in dwellings similar to or even more squalid than ours, and
others of whom, mostly weekenders from Anchorage, camp out occasionally
in some fairly decent cabins) is visible from any of
our windows.

Compared to the squalid rundown moldy 8′ X 35′ trailer half a mile or
so away where my 22-year-old son Doug and I lived from the time Doug was two until he was seventeen (first with Doug’s
dad Charley, then just the two of us for a few years, and later with my current husband Greyfox),
this place is posh and palatial.  It has the advantage, anyway, of
being on the power grid.  The other place is not.  For
fifteen years we lived there with no electricity except what we
generated ourselves, and no running water

As all mobile homes, this one came with plumbing and a water
heater.  The man who owns the lot here (I own the lot across the
highway where the moldy little trailer now sits uninhabited but far
from empty, and Greyfox owns a cabin on an acre a mile up the highway,
where Charley lives–Don’t I have an interesting family life?) had a
well drilled, but it is shallow, polluted (as many wells around here
are) and the water from it is so full of iron that using it for laundry
turns all the whites a rusty brown.  Good clean water around here
can be obtained if one drills down far enough, but we and most of our
neighbors get our water in buckets from a spring just off the main
highway a couple of miles away.

Mark, the owner of this lot, gave me–simply signed over to me–the
title to the trailer so he would not be responsible for the maintenance
of it.  That was during our third year here as housesitters for
him.  That housesitting gig was supposed to be only for the winter
of 1998-’99.  He was going to Florida.  He came back
twice:  once to get his dog the following spring, and again in
2000 to empty his safe deposit box and sign over the trailer to
me.  We have not heard from him or any news of him since
then.  He vanished and we pay his property taxes here.

Mark came to Alaska with big plans.  He was going to get rich
quick growing marijuana.  Then he learned what the climate was
like and that outdoor growing was out of the question and indoor
growing under lights has its own hazards and limitations.  He
didn’t make friends here that I know of, but he made a few
enemies.  I think he was here for about five years, and went
Outside (out of Alaska, south) every winter, to Mexico, Hawaii, or
Florida.  Each winter he left a different set of housesitters in
his trailer here.

A year or two before we moved in, the housesitters were some youngish
city dwellers who were apparently no better equipped to handle winter
in the Alaskan Bush than Mark was.  There was a power
outage.  There frequently are power outages here.  Instead of
keeping the woodstove going, draining the water heater and the pressure
tank in the little cabin beside the trailer, and taking care of things
here, they left everything and went to town where there was light and
warmth.

The water heater, toilet tank and toilet bowl, and some of the pipes to
the pressure tank, froze and burst.  Mark never replaced the water
heater, did some slipshod plumbing on the pressure tank, and brought in
but never installed a new toilet bowl.  By the time we got here,
the place had cold running water in summer, via a garden hose through
the kitchen window.  It was unsafe to drink and going to the
laundromat was preferable to trying to use the washer here with the
hose stretched across the kitchen and the waste water running out on
the ground behind the trailer.  In winter, the pressure tank had
to be drained and the well shut down.  Leaky pipes in the little
cabin got worse over time and after a couple of summers we just stopped
using the pump.  We were used to hauling all our water from the
spring anyway, and it is clean, clear, pure water.

After Mark’s toilet went tits-up, it became his habit to use a honey
bucket for his bodily waste.  He’d line it with plastic bags, and
would in turn load those shit-laden small bags into the heavy-duty
empty bags in which he purchased his Pro-Mix growing medium.  When
he got a big bag full, under cover of darkness he would take it out and
leave it in the woods.  I stumbled upon one once on a walk in the
woods, but I won’t go into that. 

The fall that we moved in here there had been another couple set to
housesit the place.  During their brief stay, they dug a trench
behind the little cabin and made a makeshift enclosure for it of tarps
and freight pallets.  They arrived in October and left in
November, I think.  We still use their outhouse, except in winter
when the “shitcicle”, the stalagmite of feces that freezes and grows
under the seat, becomes too tall for comfort and too thick and hard to
break off and shove over into another part of the pit.  Then we
retreat to the warmth and comfort of the bathroom, and a
honeybucket.  When the bag in it gets full, I get our shit
together, tie the top of the bag in a knot, and usually Doug schlepps
and Greyfox drives, and they take it across the highway to our old
outhouse over there.

Aren’t you glad you asked, Rachel?

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?