“Your Artwork” in the book ‘Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift’

Coast to Coast Radio aftershow paranormal comment for Monica Holy, psychic, artist and author of 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'Coast to Coast Radio with host Ian Punnet in a paranormal discussion with psychic, artist Monica Holy, author of 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'Submitted on 2010/07/09 at 4:34 pm

“Your Artwork”

Hello Monica,

I came across your website for the very first time through A.M. Coast to Coast (George Noory).

I liked what I saw, especially your artwork.
I was moved to tears while reading the story that went with “Love’s Light”. How beautiful this one is.

I have been told by one of my spirit guides that I am a Dreamwalker, but I have never done any Dreamwalking work.
I would like to say how glad I am to have discovered your website.  Keep up the commendable work you do.

Bless you,Sincerely,

Sylvia

Excerpt of painting 'Grey Wolf' by Psychic, artist Monica Holy, author of 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'Artwork 'Love's Light' by Monica Holy, psychic, artist and author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'Hello Sylvia,

Thank you for your kind words. I’m truly glad you enjoyed the artwork. Expressing my dream life in an art form was the initial purpose before the book was ever thought of.

When I asked the Universe what was it that I was supposed to do with all my diverse talents and experiences, the answer that came back was ‘to get the artwork of your dream life out there to the public, detachment from the outcome. Well that certainly unfolded, as a lot of the focus is currently on the ‘what I do’, and not so much on the artwork itself, however I know things happen for a reason, ‘it’s all good’.

So thank you for sharing that you enjoyed the artwork, and the connection you made to Love’s Light.

The name ‘Dreamwalker’ is coming up more and more now from people writing in. I’m glad people are sharing their stories, it does indeed show how one is not alone in these experiences.

Who knows, perhaps even if you aren’t aware, or remember upon waking, you already work on ‘the Night Shift’.

Thank you for writing in,

Sincerely, the Fringe Dweller

 


“Greys vs Aliens, and upcoming new Blog Art”

'Ask the Fringe Dweller' Paranormal comments and testimonials for psychic, artist Monica Holy, author of 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'Submitted on 2010/01/04 7:40 pm

I am reading your book and love it so far.

I am on chapter 5, but have more questions than answers about Chapter 4, The Greys. I have so many questions on this chapter I could write a 1000 word letter on it and still not get all my thoughts captured. Your take on the Greys as a humorless, woe-ridden race is unlike any interpretation I’ve heard before.

I think the topic of aliens on the Night Shift deserves one or more chapters of its very own with nothing but your interpretation and reaction to any other races you encounter.  The Greys chapter is really more about emotions and free will and other topics than about these beings.

I’m curious about any and all races you have encountered through your dream state and how they relate to humanity. If another book is too ambitious at this point, I would really, really like to read blog articles about your new experiences at regular intervals.

Thank you again for sharing this part of your life with us.

Tom

Excerpt of painting 'Grey Wolf' by Psychic, artist Monica Holy, author of 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'Hello Tom,

The Greys … yes, many people have commented on them. As you mentioned, my Greys have nothing to do with the well known extraterrestrial association common with that name.

The topic of ‘Aliens’ as such certainly opens a large range of speculation in open dialogue.

I have volumes of Dream Journals filled with experiences yet to be shared. As of yet mention of another book hasn’t come up yet. However, I’m currently working on a concept to share these experiences in upcoming Blogs, in an artistic fashion. It helps when one is an Artist…lol. I hope to unveil this concept soon.

It would certainly be intriguing to read what you came up with if you were to write that 1000 word letter, capturing as many of your thoughts as you could. You’d be surprised what may unfold if you were to follow through on something like that. Other people might share your queries. It’s always interesting hearing someone else’s perspective, as we are prone to see through the glasses we wear.

I’m glad you love the Fringe Dweller Book so far, hope you enjoy the rest of it and perhaps find something helpful in it.

I’d be happy to read that letter if you were so inclined.

Sincerely, the Fringe Dweller

 


“Am I opening a Door that I’m not ready for?”

'Ask the Fringe Dweller' Blog Question for Monica Holy author of 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'Submitted on 2009/09/27 at 5:37am

Dear Fringe.

As a kid, I actually believed I saw spirits. When I was told they weren’t real I stopped. When I was teenager, I saw some again. One was an actual ancestor Indian chief, full head dress and all. Then they would only appear at time of emotional crisis, and always they were positive and encouraging. Never a bad thought and always trying to teach me to use talents. And I have had great success in my career. So… I’d decided I wanted to do hospice volunteering. I thought that would be good to give back. But I’m worried. Will I be sensing more spirits. I encountered a few before recently. Non-threatening. But if I do this, am I opening a door that I am not ready for?

‘Wish to remain Anonymous’

Excerpt of painting 'Grey Wolf' by Psychic, artist Monica Holy, author of 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'

Dear ‘Wish to remain Anonymous’.

This happens all too often…as kids we don’t question things…we have no inhibitions…it’s the behavioral conditioning that we’re brought up with, and surrounded by that starts to mold us with new beliefs. Even our culture, or the religion we’re brought up in has influences. I’m guessing that if I were to ask you, at the time you saw these spirits, in your heart you knew them to be real? As I said, I’m merely guessing this. It’s something to reflect upon and ponder yourself how you felt.

My Spirit Guides too, come in low points of my life, and they have been of the deepest understanding, with a love so unconditional that’s astounding in its intensity…I find  words don’t properly reflect what I feel.

I think you are blessed to have these communications….what a gift your are receiving !

It sounds like you have a good heart…an open heart…which means yes you’re more likely to be sensitive to anything around you. You’re most likely Empathic as well. I ’d say you’re chances are pretty good to sensing more Spirits if you allow yourself to be open to that experience.

I feel you asked the right question about potentially opening a door that you may not be ready for.  I don’t know your knowledge of these experiences, but you would do well to learn more about Psychic Protection. Now I’m not plugging my book here when I say I go into steps to protect yourself, but to repeat all here would take too long, and if I simply cut and pasted my publisher would have a copyright fit…lol…..(hey, we need to keep our humor).

The simplest and quickest way to protect yourself when you feel unwanted energy, is to mentally surround yourself in white light…come up with a visualization that works for you. Have that bubble of white light extend out to your personal space as far as what feels comfortable for you. Some people envision a cascade of white honey running down the top of their head to their toes…whatever works for you.

Now, most importantly…send love…mentally send love, extend love outwards…and repeat in your head or out loud as often as you need to…ALL THAT IS NOT MINE, PLEASE LEAVE’.

You can even envision a Mirrored Box around you (I actually did a painting of this for chapter 4 of the book , called ‘The Greys’. You can view the painting THE GREYS on the website). It’s a two way mirror. You can see out, however those outside of your mirrored box, only see reflected back what they project onto you. It comes back to them, it doesn’t pass through your mirrors…only Love can penetrate in…and Love is what is sent out to them.

I’d like to recommend an incredible book that I feel could help immensely. It’s called The Four Agreements: A Practical Guide to Personal Freedom, A Toltec Wisdom Book by Don Miguel Ruiz…it’s a Toltec Wisdom book which fits nicely with your First Nation Spirit Guides. It was a huge help to me, it really enabled me to work with people…all people, those living and even those not.

I hope this helped.

Sincerely, the Fringe Dweller

 


“The Artwork alone is enough to inspire and intrigue”

'Ask the Fringe Dweller' Paranormal comments and testimonials for psychic, artist Monica Holy, author of 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'

Submitted on 2009/09/14 at 6:21pm

Some of the themes may be beyond me, but that has not stopped me from reading other works that include concepts beyond my current understanding. I look forward to acquiring my own copy or Fringe Dweller. Perhaps my own brushes with the supernatural will have more clarity of purpose.

The artwork alone is enough to inspire and intrigue!

Charles

Excerpt of painting 'Grey Wolf' by Psychic, artist Monica Holy, author of 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'

Dear Charles

Thank you for your kind words in regard to my Artwork reflecting my Paranormal experiences, and in your openness to the unknown. It’s always encouraging to hear when someone is willing to step outside of their comfort zone in search for knowledge and understanding. I hope you find some answers to your experiences.

Sincerely, the Fringe Dweller

 


Artwork!

Paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift' by psychic, artist Monica HolyIn the paranormal book  Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift:True Stories from an Afterlife Paramedic, each of the ten main chapters is derived from, and illustrated by, a painting that psychic and artist Monica Holy has created from her lucid dream memories. The strong and sometimes haunting paintings provide the structure for this book.

Monica is currently working with My Art Channel to have prints/canvas prints of the artwork available for sale. As this is still in progress, anyone who is interested in purchasing a print, please submit your information to Contact the Fringe Dweller. More information will be posted as details are finalized. Comments on the artwork are welcomed, and can be submitted by clicking on the comment boxes corresponding to each artwork posting below.

 


Love’s Light: artwork from Chapter One

acrylic on canvas = 5.5’h x 3.5’w

Artwork 'Love's Light' by Monica Holy, psychic, artist and author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'

LOVE’S LIGHT

Dream Journal entry:

Monday, August 9 2004

I am in the matrix. For me to be here means a lost soul is ready to go home.

I have a vague corporeal structure—my ethereal body—with just enough form to appear human. I’m holding the hand of the person I’m leading. In the darkness that surrounds us, we head toward the cone of brilliant light that is ahead. As we draw closer the light intensifies, becoming brighter than any sun that human eyes have seen, yet its brilliance does not spill out of its own form to light the space around it. The light is held within itself, waiting for the return of the spirit that approaches, waiting to bring the spirit home.

We feel the ineffable love that radiates from the cone of light—an overwhelming sense of peace, calm, wonder, compassion and wellness. The unutterable joy increases as we come yet closer, and all fear or hesitation is forgotten in its ecstatic expression.

My being opens in wonder and innocence. I am free to be as vulnerable as a newborn, without fear of judgment. Waves of ecstasy wash through me and back again to the light from which they came in an exchange of pure and all-consuming love. In a fraction of a moment I know what it means to be at one with something. I am filled with a sense of connection to everyone and everything—the Source of all that is.

I stop at the light’s edge still holding the hand of the soul that I have led here, and gently release him into the blissful light. My hand grazes the luminosity and I am pierced to every quarter of my being with the unconditional, absolute sense of infinitelove that is the light.

Although I yearn to drift into the light along with the person I brought here, I know that that is not my purpose in coming, nor is it my time. I gently let go of his hand as I feel his essence begin to rise, watching in awe as he disappears into the apex of the cone before finally vanishing into the intensity of love’s light.

He has gone Home and I am breathless with the gratitude of having come here, and the memory of my communion with eternal, limitless, infinite love.

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Thank You: artwork from Chapter Two

acrylic on canvas = 2.5’h x 7.5’w

Artwork 'Thank You' by Monica Holy, psychic, artist and author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'

THANK YOU

Dream Journal entry:

Thursday, April 30 2004

I lie on my bed, exhausted. I’m asking, “What’s next, what’s next?” in a habitual litany. I have been asking that question for the past four months as I saw my friend Lynn through her last days before she died of cancer. I have been working for those months through the nights, led and taught by the light beings who came to help me in the energy healing, and through the days to see to her physical needs. And now that it is over, the question echoes as if I have not quite let her go, as if there is something more that needs to be done.

I realize what it is. I have forgotten to thank all of those who came to help and teach me—the beings that exist on another plane, in another dimension, and bring their tireless and infinite love to the energy work. They had come to me in dreams with diagrams and charts, showing me where to lay my hands, how to direct and apply my energy. They had come with suggestions for diet and homeopathic remedies. They had given me love and guidance and support throughout every minute of the emotionally intense journey that I had been on with Lynn.

I am filled with gratitude, brimming with thanks for all that I remember of those days and nights. Suddenly, the room begins to fill with spirits—beings of light—pouring their love into me and into the air around me. There seem to be hundreds of them.

For a moment doubt makes me ask, “Is this really happening? Can this happen in waking hours?” My doubt is put to rest by the evidence of my own eyes, which see how the light emanates from their hearts, and see the infinite compassion shining on their faces. They float above the ground, swaying gently as seaweed does in the ocean’s tide. Whatever doubt I have is absorbed and set aside by the physical joy I feel in every cell of my body as gentleness and love lift me out of time and into the worlds beyond—the soul’s home.

As one, they raise their right arms and wave as if to say, “It’s all right that you forgot us. And you’re welcome” in a gesture of infinite generosity.

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The Flacker: artwork from Chapter Three

tint on canvas = 5’h x 3’w

Artwork 'The Flacker' by Monica Holy, psychic, artist and author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'

THE FLACKER

Dream Journal entry:

Tuesday, February 14 2006

It’s a pleasant social moment in dreamtime. I’m telling a story to a friend about the escapades of my Burmese cat battling it out with a squash.

A sound intrudes from the background. It’s faint at first, but as it gets louder it starts to annoy me. It’s like the stutter of fingers being rubbed on an inflated balloon and rates right up there in my books with nails on the chalkboard. I involuntarily shiver.

Doing my best to ignore the distraction, I carry on with my tale, but the noise is persistent and gets louder yet. “Don’t you hear that?” I finally ask my friend, but she claims not to have heard a thing. Shrugging, I pick up the thread of the story a third time and just as I do, I become aware of a ghostly presence out of the corner of my eye.

It’s a young woman—perhaps in her late teens— wearing blue jeans and a long-sleeved blue striped shirt. She’s soaking wet. Her long, straggly blonde hair is plastered in matted strands against her face. Her face is gaunt. She looks as though she drowned.

I feel her close now, standing just by the bedside, but I refuse to give up my story, anxious to get to the punch line.

Suddenly her form begins to flicker back and forth like the strobing image from an old film projector. Between the flickering image and the stuttering sound, it’s nothing short of creepy. My patience at an end, I finally give in and turn to her. ‘Stop it!!” I demand firmly, ‘You’re freaking me out!”

“Well it got your attention didn’t it?” she said, smiling slightly in apology.

“Yes,” I admit, “but it freaks me out, so please stop doing it!”

“It’s called flacking,” she replied, and with that she disappeared. Although she hadn’t told me her name, I knew it was Debbie.

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The Greys: artwork from Chapter Four

acrylic on canvas = 5.5’h x 7’w

Artwork 'The Greys' by Monica Holy, psychic, artist and author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'

THE GREYS

Dream Journal entry:

Wednesday, January 14 2003

It was not so bad at first when it was like the crunching of dry autumn leaves underfoot. But still, a small chill ran up my spine and down the backs of my legs like a breeze from the long shadows of approaching winter. A warning of the cold.

The sound grew then, as I listened. What is that? I thought. Is that leaves? No, not leaves. It was too persistent, too relentless. It was something in the walls, something wanting to come out. It was more of a scuttling. Like a swarm of a thousand insects, coming out of the walls, perhaps, coming from nowhere and everywhere. Images flitted through my mind—the dust bowl, the trembling farmer, Egypt, locusts with mandibles clicking in voracious appetite.

The hairs all down the back of my neck stood on end. I felt a nameless dread. Then I saw them—the source of my growing fear. Grey figures— looming, needy, hungry, always wanting. They were huddling together, bound to each other by their dark energies, by the heaviness of their woe. They clothed themselves in it, this woe, gathering it around themselves for whatever ragged warmth it might provide. But of course there was no warmth. There was only poverty, cold, rejection and aching, desperate hunger.

As one they surged towards me, wanting. Wanting what? Nothing, everything. Just wanting, empty, filled with lack. Huge with lack.

All of a sudden, I felt tiny—a small light in the oppressive despair that moved toward me. If that darkness reached me, I would be lost. I would be consumed, left nothing but a stalk stripped of its grain.

My mind hurried to build the box of mirrors that would protect me. Above, below, forward and back, the reflective surfaces began to take shape, but it was too late. Already I could feel the dark energy starting to suck me under.

“Ooooh, #%&*!!!” I thought, “get me outta here!” And with that I was gone.

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The Healing: artwork from Chapter Five

acrylic on canvas = 5.5’h x 3.5’w

Artwork 'The Healing' by Monica Holy, psychic, artist and author of the paranormal book 'Fringe Dweller on the Night Shift'

THE HEALING

Dream Journal entry:

Friday, November 1 2002

This is the first time I knowingly work with a team of energy healers.

I have been astrally ‘dropped’ into a something already in progress and I am not sure for a moment where I am or what is happening. As I try to orient myself, I notice a young man asleep and floating horizontally above a bed. We are not alone for long. Seven figures gather around him. They are intent, filled with purpose.

These figures are ethereal light beings. A brilliant glow emanates from their heart center and they glow. Even though I perceive them as light, I can vaguely see that they wear robes that fall to their feet as they float in the matrix.

We are surrounded by darkness. I have no sense of geometric boundary. There is no top or bottom, no constraining side walls in the space of our healing.

None of the figures speak to each other or touch as they line up on either side of the patient, four on his right side and three on his left. I move into the space remaining, bringing our number to eight.

I know what is going on and what to do. I’ve done this before. We have assembled here to heal this young man. There is no communication or instruction; we all know our parts. Together we proceed to work in a seamless choreography to cleanse, rid, eradicate, release and clear his physical body of disease. Our efforts are utterly synchronized in the knowing that only together is it possible for us to draw the diseased energy out.

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