Levitation, Bi-Location, and Ascension

Nicole Chayka is the co-author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'I’ve heard about it.  I’ve never done it. I still haven’t seen it first hand, but I’m convinced it’s possible.  All things are, and I’m only one degree of separation from a couple of great stories.  You can make of it what you will.

I have some pretty far out friends.  Let’s say that some of them are further out then the rest of us, but that is precisely what I love about them.  Not only do they think outside the box, heck they don’t even acknowledge the box exists.

So I was at a social gathering at one such friends’ house chatting about this and that with another guest, when I discovered that she, like my friend attended what I will call ‘a mystery school’.  In fact she had been attending as a student going on 12 years or so, therefore I just had to ask, “Have you yourself seen or heard first hand of any thing that the rest of us might call a miracle or miraculous?”

She thought about it for a moment before answering.  I guess I must have come across to her as the open minded, ever curious type that I am, because without embarrassment or hesitation she answered, “Well, I’ve been known to levitate, if you consider that to be miraculous.”

Huh?!  You could have knocked me over with a feather.  “Really?  How exciting.”  I thought.  “So what does that look like?”

She went on to tell me that she had been ‘witnessed’ by others at the school as levitating on more than one occasion during her meditation periods.  What was odd to me was that during the mediation she herself was not aware that she was doing so.  Hmmmmm, curious that.  So obviously it was not a focused intent to levitate but more of a by product of the meditation process.  Very curious.

I had heard of a similar situation with bi-location that went as follows.  Yet another long time student of the same mystery school (a medical doctor I am told) had been a long time practitioner of the ‘Blowing’ Meditation. As I am not a student I can only offer in laymen’s’ terms my understanding that the purpose of getting up at 3’oclock in the morning is to weaken the dominion your ego has over you.  Ego would be that part of you that wants nothing to do with getting out of your warm, cosy, comfortable, pleasing bed at that ungodly hour.  Unfortunately, the ego body likes its creature comforts and goes to great lengths to sabotage anything out of it’s comfort level be it mental or physical.  It does this by jabbering in our brain constantly.

“You don’t really want to get up do you?  You’ve got to be kidding me we’re talking perfectly cosy sheets here and I’m still tired.  I’m soooooooooooo tired and we don’t have to be up for another three hours anyway so what the hell are you doing?  We don’t have to do this”….yadda yadda yadda yadda.  And so it goes.  The discipline is to move beyond it, to shut it down for awhile, to give our mind a break from the constant, insipid yappy voice that all too often ‘gets its own way’ like a spoiled and pampered child.  To create a ‘void’ or silence from thought, and to lengthen the time between thoughts until you can be present without them at all.

Of course that is my perception in laymen’s terms.  I think Dr. Wayne Dyer and Deepak Chopra have far more eloquent ways of looking at it and explaining it than I do.

Nonetheless, a far more disciplined person than I is the subject of this story, and the story goes that they had been engaged in this 3am walking meditation daily for over three years.  One such morning they were spotted by a stranger who drove to work each day via the same route.  The driver claims that one moment the person meditating was over here (pointing here) and then they blinked out and reappeared immediately way over there (pointing there).  It freaked the poor guy out.  What is common between these stories is that the person(s) involved in the meditation weren’t aware they were doing it.  As far as they were concerned they were simply absorbed in the meditation.   Hmmmmmm.

Can bi-location be a stepping stone en route to ascending? Is it similar terrain except that  you are gone for longer periods of time?

I have a third story.  This involves a friend of mine who prefers to remain nameless as is their wish.

Said friend was also meditating, and a facilitator or teacher who was present at the time witnessed him wink out.  Yes, I’m paraphrasing here.  Apparently, he was gone for a few minutes and then just as you please reappeared in the same spot.  His recollection of the event was being aware that during his meditation his consciousness was projecting, but he thought it was astral projecting, he never knew his body had gone with him. If not for a witness account he would never have known.

Levitating, Bi-Locating, Ascending….What seems to be the common denominator?

To me it seems clear that all three in part have something to do with clearing the mind chatter, being present, clearing thoughts away as opposed to creating them with intention.

I can’t say that I know this to be true because I don’t have any first hand experience and yet I am inclined to think anything is possible.  As Albert Einstein pointed out, we use precious little of this thing between our ears.  What else is the rest of it capable of?   Hmmmmm.

Namaste, Nicole

 


How Clairsentience saved me from a Sexual Predator

Nicole Chayka is the co-author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'It’s kind of funny (as in funny weird not funny ha ha) that since I’ve begun writing down stuff about my own psychic experiences the vaults are swinging open to long lost memories I’ve swept to the sides, and for the most part let moss grow on.  I’m not one to dwell in the corridors of the past, but it’s somewhat necessary to get out the flashlight and go down a tunnel or two if I’m going to be of any use to up and coming psychics, to illustrate the ‘practical’ side of our gift.  To be able to recognize it and utilize it when it matters most, when we are in danger.

I’d like to share a story that was very scary for me (I was only 14 at the time), but it is a perfect example of why we need to sweep our logical mind aside sometimes and just go with our ‘knowingness’.

Raised on a farm in rural Ontario, spring was always my favorite time of year.  I have a special love of lilacs spanning back to my earliest toddler moments.  I loved being able to grab an armful of the sweet and joyful blooms cascading abundantly onto the front porch of my parent’s home, pulling them to me as I inhaled deeply.  They say that smell can trigger some of our most vivid memories, and to this day I have a wonderful association with them.

One of the gifts that pressed me to be appreciative and in the moment is the fleeting nature of this flower, which only has a two week lifespan before it withers and dies.  It has become my seasonal ritual to seek out and commune with the lilac every spring since I began walking, so there I was during the 14th year of being top side on the planet in search of my old friend.

My parents had a little hobby farm where I grew up with my half lab-all mutt dog Duke who was only too happy to accompany me on my foray a couple miles up the dirt road.   It was the middle of the day, and I knew I was trespassing onto some strangers’ property, but the light purple posies I’d come to collect for my mother’s table bouquet was just beyond reach of the fence line, and there was no way I was going home without my prize.  As I stood by the bush with a few clippings in hand I saw an old Ford truck bobbing with the rolling hills in the distance.  It reminded me of a roller coaster ride disappearing and reappearing from my view, but I had eagle eye sight back then and I was pretty sure I’d seen them but they hadn’t seen me.

Call it guilt for sneaking around on someone’s land without permission, a bit of paranoia, or maybe the touch of fear that was beginning to make its way from my stomach up into my chest, but I had the extreme desire to HIDE! I ran across the road onto the adjoining property and made my way to the tree line to blend into the foliage as Duke bounded past me presumably after a squirrel.  I crouched, waiting for the truck to pass thinking to myself, ‘Self.  You are such a ‘nob’.  What are you doing?  Clipping a few lilacs is not an offense punishable by death so what are you so worried about?”  Still the feeling would not let up as my heart crashed against my chest.

A minute or two passed and then the truck decreased its speed as it came over the last hill and rolled to a halt.  “What the hell were they doing?  Guess I’m in trouble now.”  I thought as I prayed they wouldn’t see me.  “That farmer must be plenty pissed if they were going to this trouble over a little trespassing.”  I kept perfectly still hoping that the fear in my chest wouldn’t cause me to light up like a Christmas tree.  It just didn’t make sense.  My emotions were racing and completely disproportionate to the situation at hand, and I knew this.  Why then was I so scared?

The door creaked as a middle aged man got out and walked in my general direction.  “I can see you.” He said, “So you might as well come on out.”.

Sheepishly I gathered myself up.  “Busted.”  I thought as I emerged from the bush to an open clearing, but then I was compelled to stop, and waited for him to make the next move.  To my horror the man slowly and silently started towards me bridging the gap, removing first his belt and then unzipping his pants, his intentions becoming clearer.  I stood my ground, finally understanding why my ‘instincts’ had been buzzing since I first saw that truck in the distance, comprehending my vulnerable position out in the middle of no where, wishing I had told someone where I was going that day before I’d headed out.

I stood my ground, fists clenched at my side ready to give this guy the fight of his life as was my nature when out of no where Duke screeched to a halt between us growling, bearing his teeth and making his intention clear.  I found my voice then, and steadied it for all I was worth.  “You see that dog mister?  There’s something you need to understand.  He will fight until one of you is dead, and unless you want to see how that turns out, I suggest you zip up your pants, get back in that truck, and keep on going.”

To my utter relief the man paused only for a moment while considering his options, and then did just that.  Guess between the girl with the rock in her hand and the dog from hell he’d decided this was more fight than he’d bargained for.  I sank to my knees once the drone of the engine was well beyond my hearing and nearly lost my insides on the spot.  Thank God for Duke!  Thank God for being Empathic.  Thank you Clairsentience.  I was in danger and I knew it!  I just knew it!  Why the hell hadn’t I listened!?

I have had other unpleasant experiences where by the same knowingness has kicked in when I needed to know the score.  I have since learned not to reject these gems when they come my way, but rather to embrace them and stand alerted.  I am sharing stories here on my blog that in many cases my own family haven’t heard, and so if they come across this I hope they won’t be offended that this is so.  I simply feel that sometimes the truth is the best example we can offer for our insights, and I really hope to get the message across especially to young people, to please listen to your instincts, your feelings, your clairsentience when they pop up for you.  It may just be the thing that saves your life.

Namaste, Nicole

 


Reincarnation and Knowingness

Nicole Chayka is the co-author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'Ever have infused knowledge that you just know to be true?  It sits in your bones and there is no doubt of it even if you don’t know why you know, let alone how you know, but you trust you know, because you can feel it’s truth right down to your bones.

That mouthful describes my coming into this world bringing with me two truths that I have always known, but until adulthood never quite understood.

One.

I am vibrating at the same frequency as this table.  We are made of the same stuff and that is why I am in this body, this physical form, able to interact with the other objects and stuffs of this physical plane.  We are both vibrating at the same frequency.

Interesting concept for a toddler to hang onto even if they don’t have the words to express what they know is true.  Of course I grew up, learned language and created word boxes for the stuff of life.  For a time I forgot all about the knowledge I’d brought with me along for the ride when I decided to Reincarnate here. I think there is very good reason for wiping the palette clean and clearing our memories of all other lives past, present or future.  I mean who the hell could focus on being in the moment, being present and dealing with current relationships if  we spent our waking hours obsessing over every other life we’ve lived.

I do believe in frequencies of consciousness, and layers of reality all existing simultaneously.  Those of us who are ‘sensitive’ in one regard or another find ourselves catching glimpses of those ‘layers’  especially when they lay down like three notes becoming a chord.  I call it ‘Bleed Through’. When the frequencies bleed into each other a little some of us can see, hear, feel, touch and experience it in some fashion.  We have all sorts of names for these experiences.  Some folks call it Clairsentient, Clairaudient, Clairvoyant etc. but the wider term is Psychic/Medium.  All it means to me is that we can perceive other realities and the beings that inhabit those other frequencies from time to time.

Two.

The second truth I brought with me into this incarnation is by far my favorite.
I am in a ‘Play’. I am the main character, and all of you are props for me to experience myself.  However, just as you are props for me, I too am a prop for you as you play the central character in your play.

Talk about self absorbed (lol).  Actually I found that nugget very helpful as I read through Don Miguel Ruiz’s book  The Four Agreements: A Practical Guide to Personal Freedom, A Toltec Wisdom Book .  As a Shaman he describes this life we are leading as a dream in which we are the main character, and the play that goes on in the theater of our mind is really all about us, and has little to do with the outside world or reality for that matter, for our version of ‘reality’ is biased by our perceptions and world views, and colors everything we come into contact with.

In other words what I think, feel and believe has everything to do with who I am and nothing to do with you or anyone else whatsoever.  It’s all a dream, and when my time here is through and I shed this mortal coil I can return to the astral plane with a great story to tell.  With any luck it will be an exciting, wondrous, and adventurous story of love, laughter and enlightenment as I found my way around and it led back to ……me.

These are the memories, the truths I carried with me into this human experience as an infant, that I “re-member-ed” like the haunting melody of a much beloved song.  Whatever songs are inside you, may they drift into your awareness until one day you find yourself whistling a tune that you forgot to forget.

Namaste, Nicole

 


What is a Psychic Imprint?

Nicole Chayka is the co-author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'Luckily I’d heard of such things, because when I experienced such a thing, it had the subtlety of a space ship landing on your house.  If you ever run across a Psychic Imprint there will be no doubt of it even if it’s your first time.

It was early on at the turn of this new century as I went for a stroll with a dear friend of  mine who calls himself ‘the Wise Wizard’.  Peter and I used to enjoy going for a stretch along Jericho beach in Vancouver, Canada to ground ourselves and catch up on each others lives.  He was always a great sounding board, and the first to chuckle at one of my few fears in life, dying in a fire or by drowning.  He was quick to share that he had a flash of me in former lives and it was little wonder WHY those two haunted me. Don’t get me wrong.  I’m not afraid of death per say, but the ‘how to’ part might be problematic as I don’t find myself attracted to pain.  Past lives have a way sometimes of leaving an emotional mark in this one and I’d had many an unpleasant ‘end’ as a Witch or Healer or ‘Woman of the Woods’ when it was less than popular to be one.  Thank goodness we don’t stone Naturopaths or Herbalists in this day and age.

N’way, we were strolling along taking in the sun and surf when it felt like a wall of emotion ‘gob smacked’ me in my tracks.  I had the distinct impression of fear, panic, desperation as though I was in peril. I pointed to some shrubbery where a large rock was present and said, ‘There.  That’s where it happened. I felt like I was dragged in there.”

To my utter astonishment my companion answered back in agreement. “I was overwhelmed with the urge to sexually assault you.  To drag you into those bushes”  Even though his comments sounded predatory I wasn’t worried or offended because we were both psychics, and we both understood that what we’d experienced was an example of an imprint, but from two very different points of view.  I had taken in the extreme emotions imprinted on the natural environment from the victim’s stand point while my friend had experienced the echo of the stalker.  Echoes are not the same as your own emotions and having had plenty of run-ins with other people’s feelings I could differentiate like a 5 year old can tell chocolate from strawberry ice cream.  Advantage goes to the Empath.

A psychic imprint then is an echo of an emotion, an emotional memory of an event that occurred by those who experienced it. The natural environment almost acts like a sponge recording and playing back that energy.  I don’t believe it can hurt you although it can shock or frighten the heck out of you if you didn’t know what it is, or when it’s coming.  More than likely you can expect to pick up on places that witnessed great tragedy as obvious sources of unexplained outbursts of emotional energy, however great joy and love can also imprint an area.

To review, any intense emotional charge can have this effect so be forewarned that just going into the bedroom of the average North American teenager may lead to bursts of emotional drama. (grin)  Yes, that was a joke.  For those of you who still have adolescent children at home….good luck with that.

For the rest of us, if you pass by an area and inexplicably find yourself shaken with intense emotions that aren’t your own, there’s a very good chance you just experienced your first psychic imprint. Inhale-Exhale.  Just breathe, and leave. Whatever happened is in the past so say a little prayer such as the protective affirmation “All that is not mine, please leave” with conviction, and go on with your day knowing you caught wind of some echoes wafting through time.

Namaste, Nicole

 


The Art of Intuition

Nicole Chayka is the co-author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'The art of intuition is listening to it when it speaks.

Ever see one of those Steven King movies where it was really scary building up the monster that you never got to see?  This post is a little like one of those scenes so please don’t lose it on me for that.  The truth is I never got to see it either.

I am a huge fan of ‘Listen to your Gut’.

I know a lot of people feel silly when their intuition speaks up and they try to play it down, but I’m here to tell you, don’t do that.  Case in point:  I was around 19 on a camping trip in Algonquin Park, Ontario-Canada with my then boyfriend.  Yes, that was a very long time ago because I now have a girlfriend, that’s how long ago it was.   Thankfully I listened when my red flags went off which IS the reason I am here to tell the tale of it at all.

We were having a weekend in rugged, au natural Algonquin and I was really looking forward to a bit of hiking, camping, fishing and of course some tent time with my fella.  I did say I was 19 after all.

We’d arrived a little after supper time in the summer months, and we had just enough light to get our tent up and go for a quick paddle before sun set. Then the evening would finish off with a lovely bonfire, s’mores, shooter drinks, and hopefully a laugh or two.

As we set out in our canoe aimlessly catching the drift and getting accustomed to the stroke of our paddles, we set our sites on a tiny little island in the centre of the lake as a point to aim for.  From a distance it was an itty bitty spot and looked to be the perfect area to pull up the boat and nibble on our sandwiches, but as we came into closer range my heart began to plummet.

I felt like a fool.

Not only had my heart sunk it was beginning to pound faster as adrenaline coursed through my body.  I said nothing as we approached the last 20 meters thinking that my response was uncalled for and embarrassing.  There was nothing on this little rock after all.  I could see no logical reason for this ridiculous outburst of emotion that screamed inside my body to go no further.

I pressed on.

As we pulled up on the rocks I found myself reeling looking around frantically as though the island itself was under suspicion, and still I said nothing as we dragged our canoe up on the sand mooring her there.  Determined to maintain my composure I sat down on the jagged stone outcroppings to fish out our humble dinner when finally my voice found its bearings.

“Michael.”  I said. “I don’t know how to explain this, but every fibre in my being tells me that we’re being watched, and if we don’t get off this island right now, we never will.  Get back in the boat with me and do it fast.”

In one swift motion we were back in the water paddling madly and to my profound relief my high school sweetheart admitted, “I was feeling the same thing too but was too embarrassed to say anything.  I’m so glad you did.”

Now you may be asking what was it that had us so spooked that we tore out of there like our heads were on fire but to this day I still don’t know.  Happily I don’t have to know.  I’m still alive.  If you’ve watched the horror movies it’s Dead guy #3 who goes looking for the source of it or who shrugs off his gut instincts and keeps going.

You can give it all sorts of titles from vibes, to Intuition, to your gut or even your ‘Spidy sense’, but it all amounts to the same thing, your inner knowingness.  Don’t be afraid to let it speak and when it does, for goodness sake, shut up and listen.

Namaste, Nicole

 


A Visitation from my Mom’s Ghost

Nicole Chayka is the co-author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'Grieving is a hard process to negotiate even if you do believe in Reincarnation.  Even if you do believe in Spirit Guides, Visitations, Fringe Dwellers and the After life. Grieving can take a hell of a lot out of you. In my life I’ve said goodbye to all my grandparents, parents, god parents and my oldest childhood friend.  That’s a whole lotta grieving.

I think its natural for people to want to make contact with their loved ones on the Other Side.  We know we’ll be reunited ‘one day’ but meanwhile we’d still like the occasional visit, the check in, just to say ‘hey’,  just to let us know they’re alright.

I was fortunate to have had the relationship I did with my Mother.  We were as contrary as two people could be.  If she said black I’d say white.  If she said she couldn’t, I’d say she could if only she would choose to. We were opposite ends of the same pole. We fought as only a mother and daughter can, but in the end, at the end of the day we knew we loved each other.

I remember once going to visit her and about 3 hours into our weekend turning to her and saying, “You drive me nuts. You will understand if I tell you that I love you like crazy and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, but I can only handle being around you for about an hour before going stark raving mad!”  Luckily she laughed, and responded that she understood, because she felt exactly the same way.  We had an odd relationship my Mother and I, but I never doubted her love for me or vice verse.

When Mom was diagnosed with multiple Myeloma she was told by her oncologist that this form of cancer was so rare she stood a better chance of winning a lottery than having this disease.  As was Mom’s custom to think negatively she said, “That’s my luck, my lottery.  If it weren’t for bad luck I’d have none at all.”   Of course the movie ‘The Secret’ wasn’t out yet and any talk of ‘creating your reality’ was not a topic I could broach with her. When I tried we fought.  It was MY life lesson to learn to let go.  To let go trying to save her from her negative thinking and just ‘be’ with her as she went through this difficult time in her life.  Letting someone ‘have at’ their negativity is a particularly tough one for me to swallow as I’m a fighter and don’t do victim third Chakra issues.  Playing the victim has always rubbed me the wrong way which is precisely the reason I reincarnated as this woman’s child no doubt (lol).  Nonetheless, I loved her fiercely and it was one of the hardest things I will ever do to have simply been present, and bare witness over the last ten weeks of her life.  Her mind slipped away as the toxins filled her body and the morphine barely kept the pain at bay.  She eventually elapsed into her first tongue as a French Canadian. That is when she would speak at all.

There were moments of lucidity.

One of those precious moments I made sure to ask her to do something for me.  I asked her to promise to pay me a visitation after she passed just to let me know that where ever she was, she was ok.

A promise is not something she would give she said, as she didn’t know what waited for her on the Other Side, and so she didn’t want to promise something she didn’t know if she could deliver on.  She had always been a woman of her word, and since she did not give it lightly she would not do so now.  However, with a little grin and mischief in her eyes she did say that we all knew how stubborn she was, and if there was a way, she would find it.

My Mother passed two days before her birthday on Feb. 19th and fulfilled her non-promise to me on my birthday that same year, April 23rd.

It was somewhere in the wee hours around 3-4am when I woke to stumble from the couch towards my bedroom.  In that half sleep state I was on auto pilot groping for familiar landmarks so that I wouldn’t have to open my eyes when my Mother’s voice  filled both my head and the room.

“Happy Birthday Sweetheart” was all she said.

My eyes jerked open as I felt the essence of her pass through the room and instantly my knees hit the floor, tears falling freely I answered.

“I heard you mom loud and clear. You got through. You found a way. Thank you.”

So if you ask me about the after life, of this I have no doubt.  Thank you Mom, and thank you for my second visit too.

Namaste Nicole

 


A Word on Ouija Boards

Nicole Chayka is the co-author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'Photo of a Ouija Board for a paranormal article by 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift' co-author Nicole ChaykaA word to the wise on Ouijas or ‘Talking Boards’ as they have been called for centuries. There are two schools of thought on what goes on during a Seance and neither one should be treated as lightly as to call it ‘a game’.    A Ouija, like a pendulum or set of dice is nothing more than an ‘indicator’ that points to yes/no/maybe and or spells out words in order to communicate.  Some believe that it is our own unconscious mind pushing the indicator around giving us the answers to our own questions.  Others think it is messages from the ‘great beyond’.

I think its both.

Similar to Muscle Testing such as that used in Kinesiology whereby we access our subconscious mind testing for allergic reactions, a pendulum or Ouija isn’t so dissimilar in methodology. The body doesn’t lie.  You ask and it tells the unbiased truth.  It can reveal to you what you already know, not what you don’t know.  It does not for example tell you the future.

Then there’s the other stuff.

You might think that Ouija boards are nothing more than a game made up by some toy company to incite the imaginations of kids but they are more, and they can be dangerous.  Actually, it kinda pisses me off that Parker Brothers put these things on the shelves like it was another board game they were selling instead of a Gateway and communication tool for Spirits. Yeah, let’s let a kid going through all the regular teenage stuff play around with that….good idea.  Teenagers are walking soap operas.  Combine all the regular world of adolescent soaps along with a jumble of emotional Telekinetic Energy and you have the making of a cesspool soup.  Negative energetic beings LOVE cesspool soup.  They nosh on it every chance they get.  It’s like mother’s milk to them so when you put a Ouija board into the hands of an unprepared, emotionally immature human caught somewhere between being a child and not quite an adult yet….you might as well open the front door to the spirit world, offer a complete stranger a beer and tell them to take a load off!

So now we’re gonna talk about rules, boundaries and limitations.  Thanks Caesar, it’s not just for dogs.

Poltergeists, or let’s call them assholes for short, enjoy playing with you if you are willing to offer up your ‘attention’ to them to take advantage of.  If you are silly enough to actually take them seriously, follow their advice, or think that they have some special insight because they are from ‘the other side’ they can create havoc and have great fun at your expense.  Teenagers therefore run a great risk of being ‘suckered’ by these assholes who prey upon them and looooove having their attention.  All that lovely teenage angst to manipulate and a willing pair of arms and legs to do their mischief.  What fun!  The best way to send them packing is to simply ignore them. Tell them to go away. Stop playing the game and giving your attention away to them and they’ll grow bored and move on.

It’s the last set of characters that worry me.

Just as in life, there are some dangerous entities who are disincarnate.  They are angry, violent and prey upon those who give them their ear.  Like all dysfunctional relationships they are control freaks, and when you get wise and pull away there is usually a tantrum involved.  Telekinetic energy can be frightening. Having little visits in your dream states when you too are disincarnate….equally frightening. Yes, once they have your attention they will try to isolate you so that they can prey on (and feed on) your negative emotional states. In fact, they hang out in your energetic field (aura) noshing on negativity so if they can induce a state of fear or panic, or depression you have offered yourself up to them via your attention, and your emotional states to be their play thing.  Ever try to break up with a sociopath?  It will be that hard to get rid of them.

I recommend not inviting them in.

Don’t play. You may want to speak to a certain someone but it doesn’t work that way.  You have no control over who is going to show up.  If however you are going do it anyway and not heed my advice then remember that you are creator and your free will is everything. Decree that only those of the light and love may answer your questions via this device.  Smudge the space before and after to cleanse any negative energies from your space.  And if you find yourself with any ‘cling-ons’ who don’t want to let go don’t be afraid to ask for help.  Isolation and keeping stuff to yourself is NOT the way to go.  Invite in the light.  Love and Light, Love and Light, Love and Light.  Sour the damn milk. Never, never, never keep stuff like this to yourself. If you don’t know about smudging seek out a local Shaman through a spiritualist church or organization and ask for help.

Now the fireplace is over there in the corner….place the board there.  They make damn good kindling.

Namaste, Nicole

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Paranormal Activity

Nicole Chayka is the co-author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'I’m going to reach into the vault of my childhood and share a little about growing up with a Fringe Dweller .  Our childhood was wicked cool and if only my sense of humor was as developed then as it is now I would have enjoyed it that much more.  Unfortunately I spent more time shitting my pants than having a good time.  On the flip side I did learn how to get stains outof my clothing, a very important skill come college.

Adolescence was a barrage of Telekinetic activity.   As if being a teenage comic book nerd isn’t bad enough there were all the secrets we felt we had to keep from the adult population.  At least we had each other.  Nonetheless, electronics had a way of blowing up when Monica blew her cool.  Furthermore was the ongoing more mainstream psychic slash mediumship stuff.  She saw and heard Ghosts, I felt them as surely as bats have sonar.  Telepathy was ongoing as we regularly burst into whatever song was playing in the other person’s head.  On a daily basis there was always some little thing such as stepping into the elevator of the apartment where I lived and telling the other occupant that we were going to the same floor as them, even though they hadn’t selected the floor yet.  That was every day.  That was usual.  One of my all time favorite stories involved a Premonition which still never ceases to thrill me.  I’m glad that it never gets old.

My father had inexplicably built the family home over top the area where formerly a barn had existed and subsequently burnt to the ground.  (of course you know where this is going.) Yes, some people had died in it and naturally our house was haunted but not in a bad way.  There was a young boy, ever the trickster, playing pranks and hiding our stuff. We came to accept this, and occasionally sternly insisted he return the objects to where we had left them (which he did).  There was also a man, presumably his father, who would look for him asking if we had seen the boy.  Monica’s first night sleeping over at my place was quite the game of hide and seek as the boy snuck into my room, index finger pressed to his lips insisting we not rat him out, followed by a man asking us if we had seen where the boy went.  Back in the day neither of us had any experience communicating with spirits and/or pointing them towards the light so it didn’t occur to us to send them packing.  For the most part they were harmless.  A pain in the ‘keester’ at times, but harmless until one prank went too far. As I said before we went out of our way to appear normal and anything that highlighted us as standing apart from the status quo was taboo.  So bearing that in mind…

Imagine getting a call earlier in the day from a 17 year old Monica saying, “Ok, youve got to keep this on the low down and not freak out your mother, but I saw one of your water pipes bursting and it’s going to be a cold one tonight.”  Being winter time bursting pipes was nothing new in rural Ontario, so comically I relayed the story to my family that we should have that bucket ready.  Later that night a pipe did burst in our cellar which was unfinished so all the pipes in the basement ceiling were fully exposed as I stood on a chair holding back the deluge with my hand capped firmly over the end.  My mother in sheer panic phoned the plumber getting him out of bed imploring him to come over immediately to help deal with the problem while I stood sleepily on tippy toe.

Then the worst happened.  Mr. Plumber man came in the middle of the night to inspect our little emergency only to re-emerge upstairs shaking his head from side to side.  “Mrs. Chayka I can’t help you.” he said.

“Why not?”  my mother implored, clearly  upset by the thought that we were on our own.

“Because” he said, “The pipe that your daughter is holding is not attached to anything.  It IS a water pipe but it’s just sitting up in the ceiling as though it would be attached to the other runs at some future date, but it isn’t attached to anything physically at the moment.  I can’t explain it.  There is water gushing out of it but it is coming from nowhere.”

With that my mother turned to me and said, “Well you might as well come down from there, you can’t stand there all night.”  And shortly thereafter the geyser stopped.

You can bet I had a couple cross words for the little boy ghost who loved playing practical jokes and messing with us.  As only an older kid can threaten and scare the Bejeesus out of a younger kid, I treated him like a sibling scolding the younger and he never took it that far again.

As for our secret it was loosened a little from the bag but not altogether, mind you my mom always looked at Monica with one eyebrow cocked.  Happily that was the worst of it as far as she was concerned, if only she knew how far down the rabbit hole we went.  You don’t expect me to tell you everything in one sitting do you?  You’d have no reason to come back if I did that.  Cheers!

Namaste, Nicole

 


Words Carry Energy

Nicole Chayka is the co-author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'Japanese photographer Masaru Emoto photographed a series of pictures involving water where words were written or spoken over top of them. The impact words had on the crystalline structure of both water and ice was quite clear and heart wrenching in its implications. The resonate energy of words directly influenced the structure of the medium of water which incidentally constitutes about (60 %) of the human body.

So what does this mean to you and me?

Think of all the negative name calling you heard growing up, either directed at you or some body else.  Imagine for a second that words actually can influence the structure of the water inside our very cells.  Imagine what happens if we take those words in and start saying hurtful and ugly things to ourselves. Here’s the real test.  How do you feel when you are standing in the presence of someone being cruel and mean with their words?  Do you feel like a flower in bloom opening yourself up to the warmth of the sun, or do you feel like crouching into a tiny ball and disappearing?  Kinda obvious, yeah.

I myself started writing the word ‘love’ over top of my Berkey water system and to remind myself that self talk does affect every cell of my body.  It does matter what we tell ourselves.  The expression, “sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” is only partly true.  Words hurt a great deal if you believe them, even a little bit. I highly encourage you to pay attention to your self talk for the next day or two.  Pay attention to the language you use to describe others, yourself, events.  Words reflect in part our frame of mind.  They can act as a mirror for what we believe at our core, and the judgements we hold to be true.  It is time we held ourselves accountable for the mean things we say to ourselves. “I’m not good enough.  I’m not worthy.  No one can love me-I’m unlovable.  I’m not pretty enough….slim enough…….smart enough…….young enough……….ENOUGH!”

Accepting ones self and not judging another is surely a place to start.  After that we can graduate to self love and acceptance of every one else as well.  Meanwhile, start with your mirror.  Write something that you like about yourself and leave it on the mirror so you can look at it every morning.  Change it up once in awhile.  Ask other people (seriously) what they like about you.  If they have nothing positive to say I suggest you find new friends.  If they aren’t supportive and up lifting as my father used to say, “With friends like that who needs enemies?”  Seriously, let ‘em go, although they may fall away from you naturally as soon as you start to like (and treat) yourself better.

I wish you Love and Self Respect.  I wish you would show yourself the same kindness and compassion that you offer others.  I wish you knew how beautiful and whole your soul already is when we go into the light and shed all the doubts, insecurities and other ‘ka- ka’ we collect during this life.  The proof of this was brought home to me when my mother (who suffered from depression) passed and kept her promise to me to return from the other side, but that is another story for another post.

Namaste, Nicole

 


The Past Life Meditation

Nicole Chayka is the co-author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'This is not for the faint of heart.

Nor is this something I recommend doing at a party or in place of fooling around with Ouija boards. If that’s where you live please stop reading. It is a deeply personal and Spiritual experience and not to be treated like some game or frivolity. I regret having shared it with my sister, and my niece both of whom are lovely people but weren’t ready to address looking into the face of their own past lives. They weren’t ready and it freaked them out.  Actually to qualify the phrase ‘past lives’,  I don’t really believe that there is a past, present, future for the soul (just the body) so it bugs me to use the term ‘past’ life when ‘alternate’ lives seems to be more appropriate.  For the sake of using a well coined term that everybody gets, I’ll try not to be controversial and for the remainder of this post simply say ‘past life’.

There is a simple exercise called the ‘Candle-Mirror Mediation’ which yielded a very strange and wondrous revelation for me.  I was able to connect with myself in such a way as to see the faces I have worn in ‘previous’ lives. (gritting of the teeth here)  I have been told on numerous occasions that I am a very Old Soul and my game plan in this lifetime is merely to sew up that last 5% of human experience before I move on.  I’ve often joked that I must be a ridiculously slow learner if I have been around since before humans had language, and every generation of man there after, and still haven’t nailed down whatever it is I need to know.  Is there dyslexia for life?

N ‘way the meditation takes place in a medium dark room.  You sit on the floor in a comfortable cross legged poise and there is a candle to the right of you and a full length mirror before you. It is important to ground yourself and connect to your higher power to set your intention and the tone for the room.  Only ‘those of Light’ are invited to the party people, no gate crashers!  The idea is to breath deeply and slowly while looking into the flame of the candle until all else but the flame dissolves from your vision.  When you have narrowed down your focus in this way you are to turn your eyes, and your attention to face yourself in the mirror.  As you stare into your own eyes, unblinking, unwavering you continue to breath deeply as you wait for the room to collapse from your view, and all else dissolves but your own eyes.

Then magic begins.

I can’t predict what you will see.  All I can share with you is what I saw.  The faces of both men and women from all times in history, of all backgrounds began to turn as though thumbing through a thick worn leather book.  Then the faces came at me faster, and faster and faster still as both human and non human faces looked back.  I was taken aback for a moment when I realized the Alien visages were still me in another format, but the shock subdued quickly and I eased into the parade of thousands.  Finally, one last image presented itself.  Half my face shimmered as half feline and half human stared back.  Then the other half of my face shimmered and I sat there staring into the calm, collected eyes and face of a tan coloured lioness.  I have no idea what this means, but it would explain the affinity I have always had for cats, and they for me. And the tree climbing.  It also explains the tree climbing (only kidding).

What you will see I can’t say.  How you interpret it will depend upon your current set of beliefs.  For my part I believe in Reincarnation and the many faces we have worn in our attempt to make known the unknown.  I mean we’re eternal.  What the hell else do we have to do except keep pushing the envelope to discover aspects of ourselves and to continue expanding,  to make known the unknown.  Kinda sounds a little like Star Trek exploring the universe ‘going where no one has gone before’ but in this case the universe is internal.  Kinda like the macro is the micro. Ever see fractals?  Same Same.  Now I’m getting philosophical and this was supposed to be about the Candle-Mirror Meditation. Ok that’s enough outta me.

If you should decide to give this a try I’d love to hear back from you and whatever you’d care to share about your experience.  Remember to follow the tenant of the Hitch Hiker’s guide to the Galaxy when you go off exploring and Don’t Panic!  Then come back and tell Nikki all about it.  Do share.

Namaste, Nicole

 


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