Girl see into me....

Intimacy, Into me I see...

My readings as of late have been mostly about self esteem. Self Love, self acceptance... Self, Self, Self!
If you are constantly in worry if this person loves me or I feel unloved then bring it back to self.
How do you feel about yourself? Do you value self love?
What is loving yourself about?
True intimacy - Into Me I SEE.
Seeing into yourself and understanding, then seeing into Me in return.
From that, not only valuing self love, but then understanding and loving All Things, because you recognize yourself in everything.

INTO ME I SEE.

This rant was for you.

Girl's Googleishissssssss.....

o·gle
1. To stare at.
2. To stare at impertinently, flirtatiously, or amorously.
To stare in an impertinent, flirtatious, or amorous manner.
An impertinent, flirtatious, or amorous stare.

Flirting is a biological instinct and a vibration of playfulness.

Oogling (urban dictionary)
The act of staring trance-like at the Google home page trying to recall what it was that you wanted to search for in the first instance.

Trance is the vibration of involuntarily shifting your awareness and consciousness.

Giggle
Giggling is a high-pitched, bubbly way of laughing. It is usually suppressed, resulting in short bursts of laughter. A giggle is often considered a very feminine laugh. Giggling is normally affiliated with laughing gas a dentist would administer. Giggling is often associated with small children.

Laughter is the vibration of release and cutter of negative ties.

Vibrations when we feel good about ourselves are more likely to affect others with grace and success. If your insecurity lies in rejection, one way or another visualize a protective shield to deflect any negative vibes. Keeping your heart chakra open, keeping you connected, keeping you caring; raises the energetic vibration of the planet.

If you have a radiant energy and an abundance of love, share it!

This rant was a raise.

Girl is she baked?

So tonight I went to see my website in action, well almost action. Meaning it's almost done yippy!!
www.imagineakasha.com

A coder friend has been putting it together with a little bit of my insight and as we sat there tonight he tells me... "When I first met you I thought you were really stoned." I'm not and I wasn't.
But then I started to realize maybe thats why I am able to get into the flow, I am pretend stoned.

It is a way of being. More methodical, more watchful, I am able to listen in this state. In my pretend stoned world I am able to see incredible places, almost like tapping into another plane of existence. Where all possibilities live.

I think I need to bottle this pretend stoned attitude and start selling it. I would charge less than the real deal, it would be a steal. Haha I love to rhythm. Thus I can understand confusing me with being under the influence of cannabis. I am goofy.

So if your up to little light humor and deep bit of insight check out my site.

This quick rant was is for all the deep souls that are just, mis-understood.

Girl its hard to say goodbye...

Girl, you know when ARC comes a calling you've gotta give up those pointy toed shoes from 1992. A time in my life when things seemed so undemanding, the most responsibility I had was following a curfew... life was just about boys. Does he like me and I don't like him. Well many shoes later... still walking down that same old choice street, does this boy like me and I don't like that him. The street has been long and winding, but I seem to keep going down this street in the same direction, in the same old pointy shoes. Figuratively referring to the guy, the shoes are that is. (But you probably got that.)

Life is about taking a look at your patterns and then figuring out what to let go of, what to keep and what to improve on.

My patterns with men, keep taking me down the same road. Non-attachment. This non-attachment has nothing to do with them and everything to do with me. This is a pattern, a recurring misalignment with my own soul.

I wonder if I listen to my intuition and take a left turn now. Will I see the guy that connects and loves. I am now seeing it in myself, it has taken a while, sometimes its been downright, open hearted of me. But non-the-less, I get who I need now. He is out there. He is connected, he knows he is part of everything, in the same instant part of nothing.

This rant was to realign me.

So now I must say au revoir to this old pair of shoes...

Soaring High Girl...

Good Morning blog, I usually write at night. I feel more creative then.
But I woke up this morning after having a night of flight dreams.

Have you ever flown in a dream? Its exhilaration, so exciting, connected to earth even though I was soaring above it, actually seeing earth from a different perspective. A higher one.

I actually had the ability to go where ever I wanted... can you imagine flying where ever you wanted to go. When I realized I had this power I went right to my spot, a cliff on the Aran Islands in Ireland. I landed and breathed the air, listened to the waves, watched the water crash against the rocks, breathed in some more of the island air. Felt joy. There was even a cow with me at the edge of this wondrous place.
Knowing a few things about animal guides... an Irish cow is said to have a large monetary value, and protected as such. In some legends a cows curdled milk represents the creator of the planet, cows are gentle, intelligent and watchful. It may seem like a cow is almost uninterested in there surroundings, but they can sense danger long before most.

The Cow is a contended and gentle animal. They signify love, family values and lunar magic. They are a spiritual and altruistic Totem providing insight and calm grace and words of truth to those who seek their spirit council.

So as I sat at the edge of this cliff with this cow, I asked her if I was on my path? If all the painful stuff really was necessary? She moo'd. I laughed. Well I thought I would ask anyway. But in the moo, I heard my own inner voice. The pain is what I came down here for. The joy, the exhilaration, the challenges, the sadness, sometimes depressed, sometimes hopeful.
Every emotion that is the path.

So I sat here a little longer enjoying my favorite place, then I got up, had a little trouble getting back off the ground, but once I realized I am the one in control here, it was smooth sailing. Since I was already pretty close I stopped by to sprinkle a little love juju on my favorite Australian recently married couple, Lisa and Jim, they were up but didn't see me. That would of been some explaining.

I then took flight home, stopping off for everyone I could possible love. There were some faces that flashed by, some people I actually stopped off at, I saw a few others I know flying around also.

I realized in my mind I can do anything. I am free...
This rant was for the cow.

Girl was that an alien?

This rant is for an over active mind. On a normal basis my thoughts come in, I have time to process, sometimes too long of time, but none the less, they come in timely. Tonight as I cleaned the bathroom they flooded my mind. I had no time to process, it was one right after the other, firing, bouncing, never really blowing up in one place. This went on the majority of the night.
This was so alien for me... I now get to process.
I'm still not sure what happened. It was like a trapped emotion in drama. Drama that took me on a ride, for too long a time.

If this is where you live, it would be hard to tune in. It was a place where I was making up stories, one right after the other. Those stories weren't so attractive.

Aliens must of gotten into my head and then decided to all speak at once. Who are you I would yell, no answer, it just kept going.
In a flash I realized I had to take 5 minutes, sit down, focus on my breath. As I did this thought firing squad started backing down. I felt a wave of calm come over the emotional roller coaster, a settle so to speak took over. Inhale... Exhale...

I could tap back into the flow... I had power over this nonsense.

The flow that helps me analyze in a rational fashion.
This was a flash of a moment, where it all stopped and I just watched as the Inhale and the Exhale took me back to untroubled.

In the calm it all makes sense.

Girl sometimes your just tired...

This rant is about the drain. The drain on your energy.
You need it, you want it, but everyone is stealing it...

Well here is a surefire way to guard yourself. Wake up in the morning and start breathing really long inhales and exhales, while counting the inhale to match the exhale. Then create a forcefield, or a quick psychic shield... I like a bubble, keeps me happy, keeps me bubbly. But the shield keeps you protected from an unnecessary pull on your energy.

Competition for scarce human energy is the cause of all conflict between people. There are 4 main ways in which we are drained energetically or manipulated by, Interrogator, Intimidator, Aloof and the Poor Me... are you one of these? We all do it, including me. It is in the realizing that we can grow, shield, protect and love.

Love for yourself, love for your energy, respect for others energy, that is where we will be one day. There is a never ending supply of this energy no reason to take. Go to the source. Talk to the source. Be with the source.

Let the source be in you!

Letting go of my drama's... will you let go of yours?

Girl I saw the love...

My friend took my picture today, while we were taking these pictures, my friend who is normally a curmudgeon, turned into pure love as he opened to his camera. It was a moment I will never forget.
Passion is what this rant is about.
He became passionate, his vibration rose, he shined and there was not a negative vibration the whole experience.
I know this particular friend is afraid of failure, fearful of stepping outside of himself to do more, to be more to open to his true potential, to actually photograph from this vibration, he opens to it randomly and it is beautiful. Fear of opening himself in this vulnerable place is holding him back. He closes "it" down because it is easier not to live from this passionate place. To be stuck in the ho-hum world. Where we are not vulnerable but rather dull and sometimes angry.

Somewhere in my friends life someone told him doing what he loves for a living will change what he loves.
Someone else told him the economy is bad and not to bother looking for a job in photography, it was just too hard out there.
Carrying this energy, this fear into his little side jobs, has made them seem to fall apart, he takes it to his heart, and then says ya "those" people were right.

How many of you out there have lost your passion at the hands of a fib. However it spreads, in your mind, how do we overcome that which we fear. I'm not good enough... I'm not qualified... That person is better than I and they failed... I'm not skinny enough... I'm not happy enough... My hair is not perfect... My teeth are crooked... the list goes on...

I tell you how you get over this, find your passion again! The love, let it grow and find some peace. Peace in your mind so when the nasayers in your life say it can't be done, especially the naysayers in your thoughts, you have the peace of mind to call there fib.

Pass I On...

Girl it's hard to be present...

Part of being psychic is an awareness of the moment. It's not easy being present its takes a lot to focus and really feel. Your mind is the biggest pit fall in listening, watching, tuning in. When you fall pray to your monkey mind you no longer have awareness of the moment making it hard to be clairvoyant.
Here are a couple tips to bring you back...
1. Listen and draw your awareness to what is in front of you right now. Focus your full attention on who or what you have in your path. This is a key element when doing a reading. When you are alert and attentive you can see past what is really being said.
2. Seeing the moment as if you were a child coming upon it for the first time. Then your judgements are left behind, you won't label. It is easier to tune into the purity of the moment.
3. Tune into your breath, watch the inhale and exhale. That will pop you right into the present. Plus you will be more relaxed and aware of your body. With awareness of you own body you will be able to feel the subtle differences in the vibrations you get from the moment, from whomever or whatever is in front of you.
4. A quick tap or pinch, pulls you right back. This one is easy.
5. Tune into your heart. Focus awareness on the beat, ask how your heart is doing and how it feels in the moment. This is the most important in doing healing work. Your heart must be open and willing to help.
6. A regular meditation practice, some yoga, or some other body and mind strengthening exercise.

These are just a few of the things I do to draw awareness back to the moment as it is. When I am able to be present it is the greatest gift I can give myself and my clients.

The last couple weeks being present has been difficult. I am overly tired and can't seem to focus. This rant was a reminder to myself to find my full presence.

The past is gone, the future is evasive and full of possibility. It is in the present that you melt into all that is. And in this moment may you see the possibilities. This was a rant to strengthen my own moment.

Girl on waves...

It comes and goes in waves... like memories I'm left to remember, was it...

a spark did it go out a desire...

Will the waves really ever put out my fire?

It comes and goes in waves... or is it my imagination playing tricks on me?

It comes and goes in waves and all I really have is me.

Do I know who I am?

It comes and goes in waves and I am left with sand in my toes.

This part my friend is the wave that comes and goes and carries me away.

Girl on Tams...

So I am sitting here with a Tim Tam, Timmy & Tammy...

You American, you, your probably wondering "whats a Tim Tam" well it is a biscuit. A chocolate biscuit with a soft center and a chocolaty coat. The first one I ate was humm.. meh. It was a Pepperidge Farm variation and I thought that was a Tim Tam. Don't be fooled.

So when I was offered an Arnott's Original Tim Tam I walked up to it with the same MEH attitude. It wasn't that good to me. But then on my travels with Lisa and Jim I got schooled. The proper respect for the biscuit. Its chocolaty goodness opened up to me in a new way. I got an education in the 3 ways to eat a Tim Tam.
#1. Smell it then just eat it.
#2. Eat it like an Oreo, bite off the top layer, lick the middle section.
#3. (this is fantastic, worth a trip to Cost Plus) Bite all four of the corners off, suck a hot liquid, like coffee, as if the cookie/biscuit became a straw.

Number 3 is by far the way to a deeper understanding of this cookie/biscuit piece of amazement. And an Aussie treasure.

How many people have I treated like a Tim Tam? How many people have I passed off without diving in deeper? Well I am on the Timmy & Tammy band wagon now. When I find myself backing off from what seems like a familiar energy, I'm bitin' off the 4 corners and sucking up some deeper understanding.
Everyone is our mirror, in someway they are reflecting, maybe a hurt, a happiness, a vulnerability, an admiration, a authenticity, a bravery, a timidity, a defiance, a submission... we are illustrations to each other.

This has been a Tim Tam Perspective, rant.
May we understand each other and all our sugary goodnesses.

PS - do you know how you can tell a kindred spirit? They eat lots and lots of Tim Tams with you and never judge. Thank you Lisa and Jim! Here's to a lifetime of biting the corners.

Girl climbed the trees...

Girl is back...

OOOOOOO Hello! I have missed you blog. I have so many thoughts, where do I start?

I got on a plane flew to Sydney AU. Got off the plane tired, excited and a bit overly anxious. I needed to take a train to Newcastle where a very lovely friend was waiting for my visit. So I run on down to the train station that is attached to the airport and find that the trains are not working. But the bus system to the next train station is. I run out, into construction, hop around the pylons and jump on the bus, where the driver asks in a very lovely, loud voice "How are you going?" I think by this bus, fool? But I jump and ask him "HOW ARE YOU GOING?"

It is the Aussie Hello. But every time I hear it, makes me jump. 2 weeks on edge, wondering why everyone wants to know "how I'm going" I love it. They also talk a lot about traveling. "How are you traveling?" "Depends on how your traveling?" LOVE this. There is so much wrapped up in these few words. And they actually look at you for the answer. They look you dead in the eyes and ask "How are you traveling?" well for the most part I was floating. Floating in how I could "travel" all by myself. Floating in the excitement of a new country, floating, floating, floating, floating...

Well as soon as I made it to the train station, I realized I traveled heavy. I brought 3 books, a ton of cords, a bunch of toiletries, I needed to buy some new toiletries anyway because America took my shampoo, face wash and sunscreen. Clothes, and I thought I had packed lightly but my back sure hurt. How else was I traveling? Did I carry my problems into my holiday? I think I did. They were heavy. But how do I leave those behind, when I am going to see people I know, who know me? Well I figure this out but only when I get home to my write my blog, but this ramble must go on before I get to that.

I lug my backpack and carry bag onto the train and sort of fall asleep. When I open my eyes there is a couple sitting next to me, we chat. I have a feeling they are on the way to Newcastle for more than a holiday. So I ask them, "how are you traveling?" she answers in total excitement I am going to school for the semester, and he is going to get a job. Well I know it is hard to find a job, not quite as easy as his eyes portray, or is it? He traveled light. I could see it on his being. In that moment, I saw him working in a coffee shop, a psychic moment. She traveled light with excitement, with her young age. Not that she was naive, just happy and not carrying. Carrying the baggage most of us walk around with. The fear of failure, the fear of making a mistake, fear of rejection. She just lacked those fears. How exciting.

Life is a choice, a choice to be a baggage carrier or not. When you move lightly you see the answers. When you travel with stuff how can you possible see the possibilities around you, your weighted down. Everyone has something to offer you, this couple offered me the world in a moment. I am going take it, even if it was weeks later that I realized the importance. Here's the part of the ramble that makes sense... Sometimes the choice comes late, you can still take it.

Traveling light. I dare you!

Girl leavin on a jet plane...

This will be short and sweet...

I am listening to my intuition and going to the land down under. One day I woke up and thought, you should go to Australia. You have a good friend there you should go. I put it to the side of my brain, then I go to class and a student randomly starts talking about the day she decided to go to Australia and visit her brother. She decided to go and the money came, she went, had the best time of her life. I think ok universe, that was "weird". I walk on about from there and start hearing and seeing Australia everywhere I go. I am not entirely sure that Australia wasn't already all around me, but all of a sudden, it was all over me, sticking like glue.

Needless to say I am now going, the money for the trip came, from the universe. I am now ready for the best time of my life...
I am now ready to trust my intuition.

This rant was for myself.

Girl did you bend that spoon?

This rant is about bending reality...

Spoon bending is the apparent deformation of objects, especially metal cutlery, either without physical force, or with less force than normally necessary. It is a common form of stage magic, and a variety of methods are used to produce the illusion.
Spoon bending attracted considerable media attention in the 1970s when some people claimed to have the ability to cause such events by paranormal psychic means. The most notable was Uri Geller, who performed by bending metal spoons as well as metal keys and several other objects and materials.

I did it, I bent a spoon, pretty f'in cool.

What else is not what I perceive it to be? A spoon can't be a spoon until someone calls it so.
There was a moment an exact moment where it just gave so easy, then I lost it. Then it happened again, then I lost it.

I realized from this experience, for myself living in service, being attentive to the moment & whoever or whatever is in front of me, I am impressionable.

What if we live in the present moment, and let the moment flow how it wants to?

This was a spoon bending moment...

Girl and the DB gone home...

This ramble is about a friend, well really an ex-boyFRIEND...

I chatted briefly via text messaging with my DB a day or so ago, texting is the most impersonal way to let someone know your thinking of them, by the way. He thought I had already written about him in this blog, I hadn't so nows my chance...

We met... ommmmm I think almost 2 years ago to date. His eyes sparked in a way I hadn't really seen, when he looked into mine. I felt a bit more apprehensive. But needless to say we go out, have a ton of fun. In the very back of my mind I love being with him. He makes me laugh, he gets me sort of, it is more or less that he kinda just lets me be.

We wind up less than a year later and I feel trapped. We had stopped talking about anything important, stopped really seeming to care about each other. Just stopped. Maybe this trapped feeling is my vulnerabilities, maybe I was bored? Who knows because the minute we broke up, I felt like I lost my best friend.

We start to sort of hang out again... almost a year of this goes bye. Time is a funny thing, especially when your not in the very moment as it is happening. You can look up and bam it's been a lifetime. And we were on that loss of time and it was easy to be with each other and so much easier not to be committed to it. But then one day I wake up and realize that is what we were doing. Hanging with each other because it was easy.

DB has some things to work out and understand about himself, for that I miss him. I am a fixer and wish I could help. The only way I could help him is by walking away. DB is my friend will always be my friend, but somewhere in the very back of my heart, I knew we weren't going the same direction. He had fixed me.

I know you will find what your looking for... it has been with you all along.

Thank you DB for letting me go, Happy VDay... this rant was for you.

Girl she's a little piggy...

Have you ever looked into strangers eyes and just known, that you know them?

I was at the store picking up a few things before I leave to go to OZ (Australia), and I see this book, Olivia (chartoon pig), and I know instantly I have to give it to my kindred spirit friend and fellow little piggy, Zoe. She and I were both born in the year of the boar. But neither of us in the slightest could be called a bore. Well at least I hope not. That's why I choose to be referred to as a little piggy. So much better. But the minute I saw her, I knew, I know I knew, I just knew, I have known her. We get together this toddler and I and there isn't a whole lot of talking, even though we are both inquisitive little piggies. There's more like a quiet, like our souls are embracing this time together. She get's me and I get her, with little effort.

Maybe sometimes you can't even put into words this connection, you just know. It's as if your heart see's them and recognizes instantly, while your brain goes on for years trying to figure it out. I am not sure why we don't remember all our past lives, prolly just to much information and how could you start clean if you knew all the stuff thats gone down...

I believe we all get glimpses, triggers, some call it deja vu, I have day dreams that entail whole lives. Whatever it is for you, whatever you call it, I believe it is like a map embedded in our deepest of deep hearts, a map to finding those that we truly miss, even when we don't know it. A map of all the places we have been, all the treasures we have unwrapped, all the many lessons learned and sometimes not learned, all the many purposes, this map is just leading us back to each other or ourselves, depending on your perspective.

This ramble is about those heartfelt connections we feel. We don't wonder why this person just came up and started chatting, or gosh I wonder what they think of me, I had toilet paper hanging from my pants... This is a rant about looking each other directly in the eye. Maybe someone else's eyes will spark or trigger you to question is this really all there is?

King of Pentacles and the Girl...

I have been trying to learn the actual Tarot Deck of cards and this is that ramble...

From the late 18th century until the present time the tarot has also found use by mystics and occultists in efforts at divination or as a map of mental and spiritual pathways.

So I read cards that are subjective, easy. The ones that I can just intuitively know whats going on. Soul Cards have been my newest favorite. Actually trying to learn cups, swords, kings, queens and petty thieves, I have yet to understand. I thought it was probably not even possible in the spare time that I have.

But I went to the store saw these beautiful Golden Tarot of Klimt and had to have them. They have gold foil embossing, gorgeous human figures drawn by Gustav Klimt and are subjective to some extent, except that they fallow the Major, Minor, Penacles, Wands & Swords of a regular deck of tarot.

So I have been randomly drawing cards from this deck asking a question and then trying to figure the card out intellectually, instead of intuitively. I am an artist for those of you readers that don't know me. I am giving this a whirl from more of an academic standpoint, like a class so to speak...

I picked the King of Pentacles this evening. Fruitful exchange, enrichment, possible investments. Given the current climate in my life at this moment in time the card, King of Pentacles, for myself would symbolize finding the intelligence of the Earth being connected to Earth in the next three weeks will enable common sense to spark thoughts and creativity. This will be 3 weeks in contemplation and then a practical idea will bring wealth. That wealth will probably come in spiritual ways, not necessarily in gold. But not ruling that out.

Being in nature will restore the remaining piece of my heart lost to male, female love.

How do I know this? Well the card really is telling me things, symbolically. The king is in contemplation, holding a beautiful pentacle, resting on his chin on his elbow, stars in the background. Kings convey riches, the gold embossing on the card tells me things also. Lots of 3 squiggles, 3 circles, 3 spirals... spirals represent transformation. Knowing that I am in a year 7 of numerology, a year of contemplation, self discovery and personal gain. Fruitful exchange meaning I have some obstacle in the way of achieving success... and this is the simple gist of a self reading from one card.

My Question going into tonight is will I find love?

My psychic answer after taking this all in and processing it and really just settling with it is, yes. I am going find love. I am going on a journey to soul search, connect and heal. I will not find deep ending love on this journey it will be upon return.

This has been a public Pentacles announcement.

Girl that's a Pine Beetle...

I never watch the news, it is too depressing and I would rather watch "reality" tv. Where I can practice voice dialog, on the unsuspecting cast and crew. LIttle does Snooky know that if she spent a little time nurturing her inner waaaaa'er, she would be able to attract a guy that is not so immature or baby like. But this is a whole nother ramble.

I was watching the news, a story about the Pine Beetle and the many thousands of dead trees and the plans to get rid of them.

Gosh I used to feel so terrible, in my thoughts about all the thousands of trees being over consumed by the beetles. Terrible, terrible I say. Kinda like the humans over consuming everything in our way. Whether it be by destroying physically, land, animals, etc., too destroying one another with negativity, insecurities and just downright abuse. Knowing how nature imitates art, art imitates life thus everything is interconnected. (Do you like how I just made that up and simplified it, I tend to mix things up but in some small way I get it...) But if this is a direct jump out cry from mother nature to stop over consuming one another, planet, species, friends, enemies, I get it.

I know the beetles are just going along with their natural instinct to procreate in a safe environment where there is a perfect food supply, shelter and a great big tree just to suck the life out of. Sounds a little like us? Maybe a little...

But then one day I ended up in this very clever Denver restaurant called Beatrice and Woodsley, where the whole inside is built with Beetle Kill Pine. The wood is the most beautiful wood I have ever seen. There are varying shades of green and blues running thru the grain. Then in the moment of admiration for this wood, I realize we are going thru a process. A weeding out of the old weak ways. The way we have lived just is not going to work for the future. Over consuming, negative words, judgements of self and others is not beautiful.

Our energy is rising to that awareness, of beauty, of love, the beetles in some distorted way get it. They are just trying to survive. As humans lets STOP just trying to survive and Start trying to understand each other. That's beauty.

Thank you nightly news story about Pine Beetles to start this ramble on its roll...

Girl When The Saints Go Marching in...

Ok this ramble will be a little bitty one...
I knew the Saints would win. I know nothing about football or the teams. When asked I just knew. So why the heck didn't I put my fortune on it? Trust.
Trust as a psychic is hard. So many possibilities... I always know the answer. So why not trust? I am getting there one day at a time. This is one knowing moment in today that I need to remember... shoulda put money on it!
Peace...

Girl how is she psychic?...

Hello Bloggedy, Blog, Blog... #3

So I was thinking today about what to write about? There are so many things I can ramble... Well I thought your probably wondering what in the world gave me the right to call myself a psychic. Well to be honest I just made a choice. I decided instead of saying this is weird but... this might sound strange... that I would actually own up to knowing this and that. I decided to take ownership of my vibes. In taking ownership I have edged my intuition into fruition.

Well I thought giving you some background might be helpful. I went into the Navy right after high school. So ingrained in my psyche in my teens was the power of support. If you felt alone, there was always someone feeling the same way. If I felt like a failure, someone there did also. It's about being open and connected to one another to know these things. I learned discipline, empathy, some anger, some resentment and humm... a way to shield. Instead of learning and understanding my connection to the akasha (is the Sanskrit word meaning " aether") the vibes that blend one another or just the field in wich all things connect. I ran. I ran far and long before I found my vibes again.

So here we are many years later, school, career, lots of failed relationships, lots of successful ones... I wind up in a yoga class. This was 12 years ago give or take. I wondered in totally unaware. I left more aware. Then 5 years ago I end up at Corepower yoga. I get hooked, hooked on how I started feeling and shifting my body. I put weight on with little effort, but after practicing I realized I could actually mold my body at will. I could mold my thoughts, strengthen my core and stare at myself the whole time. How fabulous is that? Then the teachy, teach asks me why I'm not teaching? I laugh, hard and loud, this is now 16 years after high-school. 16 years of completely shutting my heart off and my connections. I had drawn so far in, I found it hard to speak, look, or even feel connected to anyone else.

I go home tell Girls Best Friend that the teacher said I should be teaching. "Yeah you should" was her reply. I had just been told by another friend how negative I was. I am thinking humm... maybe I should. So I do. Here we are 4 years later. Lots of wonderful trainings - Yoga teacher training, PLR, Voice Dialog, hundreds of beautiful classes - some difficult ones, back to being connected, back to understanding our true nature, back to being the teacher I always was. I am the oldest of 2 other siblings. I was always the teacher, the leader, the first rule breaker.

I find that we all have the power in us to find the connection, we will all do it differently. Sometimes that potential is evident to me, sometimes it takes a while to unfold. But my true nature is to live in ownership of my potential. Sometimes I get off track, but always being in service helps me back. Keeps my heart from closing and keeps me open to being Psychic. To just give the message.

There are thousands of stories, from my past, I see future ones... and these present moments in my classes, during my readings, maybe in a regression I will live in sharing. Be aware of your potential! It is powerful, wonderful and changes the world thru you.

Girl Fell Down...

Hello Blog, I have a good start here 2 days in a row ramble...

So I had a crush, life would be a dull place without a good crush, but he fell off his pedestal today.

Actually my intuition told me long ago he was a lousy crush to be having. But I didn't listen. No he was entirely too cute and too cocky. But not only did my feelings get hurt but I completely stepped off a flight of marble stairs, plummeting to the ground in a hard way. I got up ego bruised, embarrassed, hurt and realized how ungrounded I must be. I laughed so much I started crying.

I give everyone the message but for myself... lalala... I can't hear you intuition. I will tell you my ego, it gets in the way, then I get beat up. I say to myself, gosh he's mean and negative because he secretly likes you. Then my intuition says in a very Sex In the City voice... he's just not that into you. Which is perfectly alright I think wow I am not into everyone myself.

But my critic gets involved and says make him see how great you are. Try to do everything you can, talk to him, love him, cook for him, play with him. Your not doing it good enough the critic says. I keep jumping up and down... Pick Me, Pick Me. Then I fall. Then I fall hard and fast in all ways. My inner critic when in control beats the crap out of me.

When grounded and aware, I hear the side with the truth. No one should be on a pedestal, not me, not you and not even a crush. I should treat someone the way I want to be treated not any extra, no hoops, no ladders, no extensions. Just love. Love is a field and when in balance I live in that field.

Now I am not saying having a crush is bad, actually I love them. They make the day a whole lot better. But what I am saying is be balanced, be love!!

Girl having a night...

Hello Blog... this is the first Girl Gone Psychic ramble.

It's quarter past midnight on a Wednesday night, I am anxious to actually go to sleep. I have intense dreams and wake up feeling like there are people in my room and just now I have heard rattling at the door. What do you do with rattling at the door? What does a normal human do? Look out the window or I would like to phone a friend please. But who do you call after midnight? And what do you say to this friend that was probably asleep, I heard rattling at my front door, like someone wants in, can you help me from where you are asleep in bed?

I think that I will just ignore it. Maybe spirit will go away and come again another day.

Does it work like that?

You don't have to talk to them. But they will keep trying and one day you will actually notice the synchronicity in the sounds you hear, the songs playing and even the people who come into your life. When you realize you are guided it all makes sense, the rattling at the door, the loud bumps and thuds around you. The whispers in your thoughts to go left instead of right.

In a mere moment we can change our course, by trusting our intuition we change our destinies.

This is a blog about my changes, moment to moment, spirit to spirit.