Fringe Dweller: an afterlife paramedic

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 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 bon fire, 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

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. 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

Submitted on 2009/12/21 at 6:12 pm

What system of self protection do you initiate to keep from unwanted intrusion/interference? Do you surround yourself in white light etc…?

Note: Great interview on Dreamland.

Fabulous artwork.

You are so articulate and your joyfulness is delightful.

Barbara

Dear Barbara,

I talked about basic methods of protection in the post “Am I Opening a Door I’m  not ready for?” in answer to a similar question. However here are some additional tools.

A good start, is not inviting any Dark Energies ‘in for tea’. When meditating, or intent with prayer, only invite and ask for those of ‘The Light’. Nicole wrote in more detail about Dark Energies and ‘ways to send them packing’ in her Coming Out of the Psychic Closet blog post “A Word on Ouija Boards”.

There are methods of protecting or ‘Smudging’ your home against unwanted or lingering intrusions. Smudging, is a ritual purification by smoke using herbs thought to purify. Many people smudge their home before social gatherings to infuse the space with good energy, and afterward to rid it of any unwanted ones. Energies can cling on to objects as well. I smudge articles I’ve purchased as soon as I bring them home, especially antiques or used items. Everything has an energetic history.

As for personal protection, it’s always a good practice to Ground Yourself. There are a multitude of ways to envision this. It’s a matter of personal preference, and finding a way that works for you. One method if you are standing, is to envision tree roots from your feet and toes embedding themselves deeply into the earth, while silver strands of light extend from your head into the sky above. Other methods involve imagining yourself laying down, with tree roots extending from each of your Chakras to the earth beneath you, while strands of light extend from each of your Chakras to the sky above you. This is a wonderful method to start and end your day with as you lay down in bed.

Thank you for your kind words, and I hope these methods of protection are helpful.

Sincerely, The Fringe Dweller

Submitted on 2009/11/20 at 2:41 am

Just curious- why do you think there is dark energy if we’re all trying to be positive and all that?

What good does it do to have the dark side?

Amber

Hi Amber,

To answer with one word- BALANCE. It’s difficult to have one point of perspective, without the other. We need to have both for a whole frame of reference. However, for a more detailed answer, check out co-author Nicole’s ‘Coming Out of The Psychic Closet’ Blog post titled ‘The Purpose of Dark Energies’.

Sincerely, The Fringe Dweller

A 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

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

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

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

A question that has come up a number of times needs to be addressed so I will take a poke at it…..What is the purpose of dark energy? Why can’t we live in Mr. Roger’s neighborhood all the time or put another way, Why can’t we all just get along?

An overused metaphor but it works.   There is no light without dark. We need the contrast to tell the difference.  In life we are energetic light beings walking around in a body having a human experience, and who we are is reflected back to us via those around us.  What I mean by that is how we respond to events placed in our path tells us more of who we are, and furthermore gives us the opportunity to rise to the level of love, and test our beliefs in a very concrete way.  How many heroes arise from the ugliness brought on by tyrants?  Yes, even ‘dark energy’ in the form of another human being allows us to measure ourselves by our core truths and convictions.  Thus, the question of positive and negative polarities themselves come into question.  What is one without the other? Now I’ve answered the question as though the dark energies were externalized, however, there is a dark side that exists within each one of us. The human experience has a wide range of emotions.  Energy is neither good nor bad but thinking makes it so.  What you decide to do with it is a matter of free will, and free will again, will define you. So my answer in short is that dark energy serves a purpose in order to offer you an opportunity to exercise your free will, and thus define what you choose to be. So let me ask you this, “How do you wanna show up?”  Circumstances don’t define us, they reveal us.

After 2300+ odd past lives I can tell you a) I’m a very slow learner and b) I’ve played every role from the self absorbed-control freak bastard to whatever it is I am now.  I’d like to think I’m inching my way towards love, compassion and enlightenment, but I may have a ways to go.  It may take another 99 lives or perhaps in a burst of inspiration I’ll get a hole in one.  The point is we are all eternal beings who will get there eventually on our own schedule.  If we do the math it’s inevitable.  Eternal = a very long time so time or the constant now is literally on your side.  I digress.  If you think of the ‘dark side’ as being an aspect of yourself that you pass through en route to embodying love, then having been the jerk will certainly allow you an insiders peek to understand and ultimately forgive other jerks as they trundle down their dark path reeking havoc on the rest of us. Namaste. The God in me acknowledges the God in you. We are one.  Takes on a whole new meaning when you think of it this way no?

Namaste, Nicole

I haven’t quite figured out yet what specific frequencies belong to what range of emotions.  If 87.5 fm referred to Depression then 108.9 would be Gratitude and so on.  I can’t say that there is an actual frequency assigned to each emotion but ‘empathically speaking’ (ok smarty pants I know that’s not a real word but it’s not what I say, it’s what I mean so give it a rest) there is definitely a different ‘feeling’ that accompanies what I will refer to as ‘the lower range’ of emotions vs. the ‘higher range’ of emotions.

I’m not gonna get into one is better than the other.  Anger isn’t bad.  Nor is joy good.  Those are judgments.  They are merely states of being that is all.  I have noticed that emotions that don’t spring from ‘joy’ are sluggish, slower, denser if I can use these terms to qualify something that is abstract.  I can feel it when I’m around someone swimming in the key of  D-minor for example.  It seems that like a chord in music certain emotional states clump together, so someone who lives in the key of anger may also experience an undercurrent of bitterness, resentment, jealousy.  Likewise someone who lives in a state of gratitude may also swim in compassion, consideration and grace, and this state ‘vibrates’ faster.

I recall waking up beside my partner who ‘lives’ in perpetual gratitude and hearing a high pitch ‘hum’ in my ears as well as feeling ‘bees buzzing’ on my skin.  Since I was half asleep part of my conscious mind said, “What the hell is going on?  That’s way too fast.” And my subconscious self replied, “ Go back to sleep.  That’s just Monica.’

Energy field- unplugged.

Our aura changes as we change.  As we accept new ideas, and change our perceptions our emotions change along with them.  We are all on this path spanning from the awareness of being a Tyrant like Attila the Hun inching our way towards Buddha or Christ consciousness, and we will all arrive there in our own time.  That is the beauty of not judging.  “Nothing is good nor bad but thinking makes it so.”

“We are all droplets of water in an endless sea, a forgotten divinity.”

I wrote that lyric line years ago to describe the fact that we are all one.  The sea is indivisible from its drops of water and vice versa.    We are all part of a collective consciousness and that consciousness in turn is joined to bloody everything.

As a kid I always wondered how God could know everything.  Then I found out that Creator IS part of every thing.  Clever, clever place to hide.  So the moral of the story is that emotions are merely frequencies and represent the state of our awareness or consciousness at this moment in time.  Of course that can change at any given moment.  A very good friend once said to me, “How do you want to show up in life?”  I’ll rephrase that.  What frequency do you want to surf in?  God gave you free will, and since you ARE God, the choice is yours.

Namaste, Nicole