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

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

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

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

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

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. 19^th and fulfilled her non-promise to me on my birthday that same year, April 23^rd.

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