More Stuff On E Books

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I was just going to put this on my Facebook page but it is too long so decided to blog it.

I managed to get a few things done early this morning but then I somehow tore a ligament in my right leg. At least that is what I think I have done? I couldn’t stand up for ages and when I eventually did I screamed involuntarily and my furry family scattered. Moving was essential I had to get to “the smallest room in the house”  😛  (My apologies to the late Wayne Dyer for using his description of the toilet.)

I decided that as there was little else I could do, and I was already sitting by the computer, that I would work on my novel.

I have written four fiction stories over a quarter of a century: two I never published the third I published as an E book but no one was apparently interested and the fourth I haven’t finished.

While sitting here it occurred to me that I should  take note of what I have been told in writing workshops. SO! I have decided to scrap my fiction and write about something I know: my clairvoyant experiences.

The reason I wrote the fiction was as social satire on humans being in plague proportions and destroying the planet: The cruelty of the meat industry and drug companies etc.  But this stuff is covered by others in movies and novels. Plus, I can comment on it in my absolutely true book on clairvoyance!

I’ve sprayed my leg  with Arnica so hopefully I can move soon?

Blessed be and enjoy your day.     pentagram

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E Books

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I have deleted my EBook: According to my account no one had viewed the sample read nor bought it since I published it on the 10th April 2017.

I also reread the publishing conditions and it wasn’t to be shown anywhere else digitally.

I will republish  it when I publish my second book: and charge more. People told me that they couldn’t even find my book: I think that I put the price too low.

Long ago when the dinosaurs roamed the earth— well maybe not that far back    😛            I went to teachers college and took art music and drama as subjects ( sociology was my major) One of my art lectures told us that once you make your name in the “art world’ you can paint any crap and people will pay thousands for this.

Having seen a painting with a green background and an orange diagonal line win an art competition it reminded me of Hans Christian Andersen’s “The Emperor’s New Clothes”

I think this can also apply to novels.

Mind you it helps when there is sex and violence.

I have decided to include sex and violence in my next book which I have already started.

It has the same main character, Kunapipi, but is set 200 thousand years ago, where humans are livestock for giant arachnids who having appeared as humanoid, have the humans believing them to be gods.

I write because I enjoy doing so.

Blessed Be

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Thinking of making the picture below the cover for the second book.

NO — it doesn’t look scary enough.

Past Lives

Last century: in the 1980’s and early 1990’s my friends and myself were fascinated by past lives.

The first past life regression that I experienced was at a psychic group at Kent Town SA. (I think it was 1980)

Instead of a guided meditation the man running this group took us back to our very last life.

Only four of us achieved this and everyone else complained that it was supposed to be a meditation.

I wrote mine down in an exercise book as soon as I got home. I kept this book for years but it disappeared last century when my 2nd husband moved out. Pity!

I still remember much of the information that I got in this regression:

I was an American Marine in Borneo: either during or just after the Second World War.

At the time I had no idea the war went to Borneo. I checked all the information that I could in the library. I also didn’t like the “Yanks” back then so had no desire to be one. I have since visited the USA and know how friendly and welcoming Americans are.

I died when the b12 I was in ( I was the gunner; not the pilot) was shot down. This sensation of spinning downwards to my death was brought back to me in this present incarnation when a pilot friend took me up in a Victor (two seater aeroplane) cut the motors and spun the plane downwards without warning me. (He was trying to show off.)

I was 19, male and the middle child of three boys. My name was Harold. I saw my home but not my parents.

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As I was born this life in February 1949 I would have come straight back after I died. But knowing that I do not understand the nature of reality or time anything is possible.

I have done numerous past life regression. I am only sharing a few.

When a friend of mine took me back to a past life(in the early eighties this time space). I was walking toward a well in a cobblestone courtyard. (Probably the Middle Ages.) As soon as I appeared everyone else scattered. Immediately I came back to waking reality and couldn’t stop laughing. I said “I don’t know who I was but they didn’t like me.” (I may have been a leper?)

A Reiki master (not so common back then) took me to a past life. I was an English aristocrat in India. What I remember the most about this person who was supposedly me was the way he thought. He was “so far up himself his feet stuck out!” Anyone who wasn’t English upper class was worthless and irrelevant. I said to the Reiki master “I don’t think like this!?”

He was mountain climbing and someone slipped. The Reiki master asked me to “ask” who this was in my present life and it was my daughter.

This aristocrat also raped one of the peasant women.

I experienced another past life when I did an exchange of service for someone. This someone balanced my chakras in exchange for a “reading”

When we got to my solar plexus chakra I told him that the problem was a past life. He told me to go there!

This was the most lucid past life I had ever experienced.

I was black; very tall and performing human sacrifices in Egypt. People that I told the story to have told me that they didn’t have human sacrifices in Egypt and my reply was/is “Yes they did! I was there!”

The sword that I used look something like a Turkish sword but not quite the same.

I killed myself with the sword in this Egyptian life because I hated what I did.

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Most of the past lives I have regressed to have been male: but I was aparently a courtesan in France: When I became too old for this lifestyle I became a nun.

I was also an Australian Aboriginal elder (female) – before white man came here. A very  wise and a powerful healer.

In 1991 a male friend regressed me and “tuned in”. I saw my self wearing a white skull cap and said I was a cardinal. My friend reminded me that cardinals wear red. The pope wears white. I was told my name but it was my given name, not the one I chose as pope. I checked encyclopaedias but couldn’t find me: And because I didn’t write the regression down I have since forgotten the name. Would have been good to have the internet and Google back then.

I have a book by Peter Ramster called: “A Search for Reincarnation.” I do not know if it is still in print. Peter Ramster is a psychologist who regressed some of his clients to find the cause of a problem and on several occasions they went to another life: From there he deliberately regressed people to past lives: An interesting read.

Blessed be

 

“This above all: to thine own self be true,” Shakespeare Hamlet Act 1, scene 3, 78–82

    Ma’Kheru –The Word of Truth

Being true to ones self is much more than just being honest.

This Shakespeare quote is how I try to live my life.

Our culture operates on the assumption that people are honest and truthful yet this often isn’t so.

On a “white lie” level; how often do people say what they think the other person wants to hear or lie to get attention and make themselves feel important.

Lying; cheating; stealing and scams are rampant.

On the other hand one could argue that telling the truth is not always kind?

I feel so strongly about telling the truth as I believe it to be that even if I accidentally lie I feel guilty.

What I write I believe either to be true or possible. I am not “into” “absolute ideologies” so I acknowledge this is only my opinion.

In my lifetime society’s attitude to clairvoyance and associated philosophy’s has improved along with attitudes to minority groups such as women; different races; sexual preference; etc. Although there are still many “out there” who consider clairvoyance to be a con at best and evil at worst.

People are free to believe as they choose and I have no desire to alter people’s beliefs or opinions.

I do not require other’s to believe as I do to make it true.

The clairvoyants that I know (including myself) are genuine and honest and coming from integrity. I am very aware that there are charlatans who are more interested in making money than helping people. How prevalent this is, is difficult to ascertain.

I was made aware of a scam last century where people who went for a reading were told that a “hex” had been put on them and were charged $2,000 to remove same. Similar scams still happen.

The way to avoid being conned is to trust ones “gut”!

To quote or maybe paraphrase Dr. Deepak Chopra: “We should always trust our “gut”. Every cell in our bodies has neuropeptides which means every cell thinks. It is better to trust your “gut” because it hasn’t learned to doubt what it thinks.”

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I am able to see & communicate with people that have died as well as other discarnate beings. I know that my clairvoyant ability is genuine because I was extremely sceptical in the nineteen seventies when I first participated in Spiritualist psychic development groups. I made sure that I was being honest with myself so that I knew I was really “seeing”

 I have had numerous experiences to confirm that I am truly communicating with beings who are no longer in this reality.

When I “see” (clairvoyance); “hear” (clairaudience) or” feel”  (clairsensience) It flashes in a fraction of a second.  The spiritualists would train us to remember what we saw by putting items on a tray. Covering same with a tea towel; removing the towel for a fraction of a second and then cover the items again. We had to see how many items we could remember and describe.

Knowing that I have helped someone by proving that their loved one is genuinely communicating is my greatest reward although I don’t refuse the money.  😛

Every one is clairvoyant. Because our culture teaches that clairvoyance doesn’t exist these abilities atrophy.

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Blessed be