The Meaning of Life —I don’t think there is one!

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This blog is just my personal opinion and certainly a broad generalization.

 

I respect people’s right to their religious beliefs but this doesn’t extend to “New Age” yuppies: Actually, considering the definition of “yuppie” new age posers would claim they are not “yuppies” because they are not materialistic but I think it fits their description perfectly.

I label religion as fascist because it is an absolute ideology: but your average mindless automaton patronisingly spouting new age crap is equally fascist because they don’t allow people to dis agree.

I don’t believe in karma. Karma, like god is a way of stopping the peasants from revolting. If one believes God will change things or what goes around comes around they will not try to change things themselves. And karma is the Hindi word for work: e.g. karma sutra. – a form of work I am sure most would enjoy.

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Another new age philosophy which infuriates me is that we should thank abusers, sociopaths and psychopaths for teaching us something. Certainly, fits in with a culture that supports and glorifies criminals and tell victims that they must have deserved it!

This theory is based on the “New Age” assumption that we are here to learn.

Really! What I have learned in my almost three score years and ten is that to fit in one is required to be a mindless automaton: to succeed it is necessary to be a sociopath and a narcissist!

I realize we as humans try to find a meaning to life and I am not sure that there is one.                              I don’t disagree with everything that is now labelled “New Age”.

I agree with positive thinking and in “spiritual” healing.  I have “seen” healing energy swirling electric blue and auras expand. In my opinion, our thoughts and words do have power.

I like sceptics — people who question what they are told. (Including my blogs)

Long ago, a lecturer at college told me that I was an original thinking. I realize it was a compliment but although “original thinkers”  can no longer be put to death, we certainly don’t fit in.

No wonder I am anthrophobic.

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Be blessed

Following  is my own advert –for my eBook

In primary school the class was asked to write an essay entitled “My Wish”

I wrote that I wished people would care more about looking after nature and the planet than money.

Seeing that this is never going to happen in my life time or possibly ever!

I wrote this short story for myself and as sympathetic magick

A Short Story About Healing The Blue Planet Kindle

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Some Clairvoyant Experiences

This is taken from my answers to a questionnaire that my youngest grandson gave me some years ago.

Question:

What has been your most memorable experience when giving a reading to someone?

Answer:

There are of course many; I respect peoples confidentiality when doing a reading. Also I tend not to remember peoples readings: Other clairvoyants say the same. Probably to protect the client and also not to take on other people’s problems.

I will describe three; one very upsetting; one that I was told was wrong to begin with; and a funny one.

I while I was reading for a man (in Chantilly Place, Goolwa. SA) I picked up a friend of his who died in the Crimean War. The man I was reading for asked if the man had been killed or was he taken and tortured. As they had had to leave him behind. The man had been tortured. I did not feel the physical pain but the emotional horror.

I read for a lady whose son had died. Off on a tangent – (When this lady first came to me I told her she would have to come back in four months. Her son had only died two months ago the first time she came for a reading. Spiritualists had taught me that people had to be dead six months before they could make contact. This isn’t true. A year later I was reading for someone whose husband came through amazingly clearly. I asked how long he had been “passed over” and was told nine weeks.) Back to the story: One of the things this lady’s son did was point to the head of his grave. She told me that there was nothing there! I pointed out to her that I wasn’t to know that her son had been buried. The following day I received a phone call from this lady. She told me that she had gone straight to the grave after her reading. Her son’s girlfriend had put a headstone on the grave saying “His loving Wife” and not mentioned any of the family!

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I was reading for a young lady. Her father was one of the people that came through. He kept showing himself sitting on a long drop toilet: pants around his ankles; reading the paper and smoking. I didn’t feel comfortable “giving this off”

But he insisted it was a family joke. When I eventually told the girl, she explained that her grandfather had put kero down the long drop. Her dad got off the toilet throwing the cigarette butt in and blew up the building!

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My Dad always told me that you shouldn’t charge for readings He believed it affected ones ability to be genuine.

But I have charged for readings for approximately 37years. I do not charge very much! Several years ago a clairvoyant friend told me that I should charge $100 because I genuinely communicate with people who have ”passed over” At the time I was charging $30 I now charge $50 and give a pensioners discount! I have realised since way back to the 1970s that if I charged a fortune people would think I was good. Because our culture programs us this way. John Edward is genuine so I am not criticising people who charge high prices. It just isn’t how I wish to “work”!

When I genuinely communicate with someone that has passed over it is so exciting for me: even though I have done this for decades. It makes me realize that there is so little I understand about this reality and our existence.

Quantum physics fascinates me as it did my Dad. It was called quantum mechanics in his day.

A few years ago I finally acknowledged to myself that I was an atheist.

Surviving death has nothing to to with worshipping a god.

Readings are available via skype or messenger. I can still see auras and those who have “passed over” Some people claim electronic media affects clairvoyance? It doesn’t affect mine!

Blessed be Kate
The following is to promote my “short story”.

In primary school the class was asked to write an essay entitled “My Wish”

I wrote that I wished people would care more about looking after nature and the planet than money.

Seeing that this is never going to happen in my life time or possibly ever!

I wrote this short story for myself and as sympathetic magick

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A Short Story About Healing The Blue Planet Kindle Edition

http://www.amazon.com
It threatens the status quo– just remember it’s fiction.

I also have a Facebook page

kathleen 2017   “Clairvoyant Medium and high priestess Wicca”

 

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A Short Story About Healing The Blue Planet

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When I was in primary school, in grade seven, the class was asked to write an essay entitled “My Wish”

I wrote that I wished people would care more about looking after nature and the planet than money.

Fifty seven years later realising that this is never going to happen in my life time or possibly ever!

I wrote this short story for myself and as sympathetic magick:

It is called “A Short Story About Healing The Blue Planet”

Available on Amazon Kindle — $2.99      In Australia it is $3.99
It threatens the status quo– just remember it’s fiction.

 

 

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Be Blessed

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A Used Car Salesman Was once the Stereo Type Sociopath

Long ago when dinosaurs roamed the Earth I majored in sociology ——————–Well maybe not that long ago?!

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When I studied sociology the stereotype of a social psychopath (sociopath) was a “used car salesman.”

Now it seems that this applies to just about everyone that works for multi nationals.

What puzzles me is these people are just wage earner: Why tell lies on behalf of the large conglomerates?

Sociology also stipulates that our culture operates on the assumption that people are honest?

WRONG ASSUMPTION!

I haven’t had internet since 10am on 11th April. I am using the library computer.

Although not having internet is annoying, what is more annoying is the way i have been treated.

It’s a longish story —- try to cut it short.

Telstra have a stall at our local shops to promote the NBN

On the 14th March the Telstra staff at this stall helped me with a mobile phone and I bought her a box of chocolates to show appreciation.

A couple of days later I spoke with her about the NBN which she insisted I needed NOW! —– lie  — But I still filled out the paperwork! I told her that my internet wasn’t with Telstra. She said “We are only changing the phone.” I queried this and she would not make eye contact!

I phoned my internet service provider.and was told you ofcourse have to have both phone and internet on NBN.

I phoned Telstra to cancel the change over to NBN and they said that it would take 48 hours to cancel But that it had been done!  —–LIE

At 10am on 11th April my internet went out without warning.

When I phoned iinet support I was spoken to as if i were an intellectually disabled, naughty child.

Because of this I went to the Telstra person at our shops and told her that I had cancelled the NBN but would now like my internet with them. She said she had put me on a plan for $70 per month.

On the 12th April I used the library computer and saw an email saying that a Telstra tech was coming on the 20th to change me to NBN. I thought that was quick so phoned telstra and was assured my internet would be connected —–lie

Then it was Easter— I used library computer again on 18th April and reread the email from Telstra —- then phoned them again. Was assured everything would be OK. And that Telstra had already changed me to NBN on the 11th April. I said “So that is why my internet isn’t working?” He said “Yes”.

On the 20th the tech said he was only here to change my phone! I phoned telstra and the first person was  rude and abrupt and said that i was only down for a phone. I phoned back and the second person said that she would help and call me back on Friday——lie!

So I still don’t have internet nor know what is happening!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The day before my internet went off i published an Ebook to Amazon Kindle, entitled:

A Short Story About Healing The Blue Planet

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I started this on 12th January this year.

I wrote it for myself :

And as sympathetic magic.

Following is a few lines from the beginning of the story:

Somewhere in nowhere:
Outside of our known universe: between other universes: and outside of time:

White swirls of light were communicating telepathically:

One of these swirls of light whom chose to be called Arawn, appeared to b e pulling matter from nothing:

“He” sends the following concept to another swirl of light.

“You have a problem with the universe that I have created, Kunapipi? It is very popular.”

(Difficult to give an analogy here:  But if you are aware of the “holodeck” concept in “Star Trek” consider that Arawn is an engineer/technician creating an holodeck program: including the set and the characters!)

‘You know as well as I that everything that exists has consciousness and you have caused unbelievable trauma and horror for those that exist in this reality. Particularly on a planet in the Milky Way galaxy called Earth.’

“I didn’t create any horror and trauma!

Others created the horrors and trauma and it is just one small planet in the corner of one of the many galaxies.”

‘Everything that exists has consciousness and matters!’

“You are correct. I created this ;universe so I am responsible for how it has evolved.”

‘You have never been an actual part of one of your holodeck creations,’ says Kunapipi.

If Arawn  had human features you would notice a scowl:

“I do not give up my omniscience.”

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End of example

(After it was published i noticed two errors that hadn’t  been found despite “proof” reading several times)

As i said i wrote the book for me and realize that it wont appeal to many people.

But i would so love for our planet to be healed:

Even if it is only fiction:

Well! as i said it is “sympathetic magic.”

Blessed be

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Like Sceptics

.sceptic noun

a person inclined to question or doubt accepted opinions.

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a person who believes that people are motivated purely by self-interest rather than acting for honourable or unselfish reasons.

I like sceptics but not cynics: cynics are as fascist about their opinion as a religious person is about theirs.

More than forty years ago I was a sceptic I have had experiences that have convinced me of the validity of surviving death and clairvoyance.

I have written blogs about when I first started developing my clairvoyance and how I was determined not to believe anything that wasn’t proven to me. “To thine own self be true” etc.

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I much prefer people who don’t make clairvoyant messages “fit”.

I started consciously “seeing” ‘dead’ people etc in the seventies and we were most definitely the lunatic fringe back them: along with people that cared about the environment and animals –I was in Greenpeace ( which actually cared about the ecology back then and Animal liberation — ditto ) And  in Women’s Liberation; Women were still an inferior sub culture with no rights nor status ( one’s status came from ones husband)

I rarely told people about clairvoyance to avoid ridicule.

Clairvoyance and clairaudience flash in a fraction of a second: I read a book in the seventies that stated all realities are in the same place but the electrons are moving at a different speed around the protons and neutrons– hence out of phase. Makes me think that where this communication is coming from is “faster”?

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In the late seventies I was working 12 hour shifts; I turned up at a barbecue one Saturday night after work and was met by the owner of the house ( whom I had never met before) Who started ridiculing me ( I had previously “seen” and “communicated” with the grandfather of my husbands best friend. Granddad didn’t like this man’s father. And I was shown a wedding. This was all I got and I said so. My husbands friend thought that I knew everything: His father had never married his mother—Definitely taboo in his mothers day. Husbands best friend must have told this story before I arrived at the party. Hence the ridicule: I told my ridiculer his occupation and “picked up his (deceased) Dad.

 The incident that convinced me that clairvoyance was a reality happened at work in the late seventies.  I was washing dishes with a male staff nurse. We didn’t have kitchen hands in those days.  The male nurse that I was working with was 6 ft tall and rather heavy set. He had long blonde hair and dressed “Flower Power” style. A man (deceased) flashed in (when I see or hear things they flash in a fraction of a second) He had Kym’s high forehead and similar features but wore a suit with a crepe ribbon and a cross and had a short back and sides hair cut and dark hair.

I asked Kym if his father was a minister. He asked me why and initially I would not answer. I eventually told him what I saw and Kym told me that it was his uncle. He asked me what denomination his uncle was.

I did not know.

After Kym left the kitchen I asked his uncle what he had died of.  The words were that fast all I could make out was sclerosis. Because we were with the intellectually disabled I thought “tubular sclerosis?” Then I realized it was multiple sclerosis.

 When we were having a tea break Kym told me that his uncle died of multiple sclerosis. I was amazed and said that his uncle had “told” me this!

Kym said “Get more”! I informed him that I couldn’t.

But I saw panama hats and monkeys. I said “He was a missionary in South America” Kym said “Yes”. I then saw masks and a jungle and said he was also a missionary in New Guinea. Kym told me this wasn’t so.  When Kym came to work the next day he said that his mother had confirmed that her brother was a missionary in New Guinea. This showed that I wasn’t just reading Kim’s mind.

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I am not interested in converting people. People are free to believe as they choose as long as “it harms none” I respect peoples right to a belief in god or religion even though I am now an athiest

I had a belief in god but it was a cultural norm when I was a child. I went to Sunday school – actually I taught Sunday school.

Prayers work not because god answers them but because many people are putting out the concept that a certain thing happens.

I accept that I do not understand the nature of reality but work at what I do know.

I had the idea that the best analogy for this reality is that of a virtual reality or more like the “holodeck” from Star Trek – long before the movie “The Matrix” came out.

Question everything

Blessed be

Kate

 

Thank God I am an Atheist: Pun Intended (re written)

Say religion: say fascism

Karl Marx said : “Religion is the opiate of the masses”– If people believe that they will be rewarded in an afterlife or that “god” decreed something – they are not likely to rebel in order to change things: The kings of old said they ruled by the will of the gods and were descended from same.

Religion was a way to control the masses

Now it is New Age “stuff’

We as humans attribute meaning where there is none!

We do not have some omnipotent being to please or displease Some one who will punish us if we are bad and reward us for being good. I obviously don’t believe in hell! Nor do I believe in karma. (The word actually translates to “work”) If we believe god or karma will change injustice then we wont try to do this ourselves!

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It was only at the beginning of this my 65th year that I admitted to myself that I did not believe in God. I spent the greater part of my life looking for my spiritual home. Wicca suited me because we respect the planet and the earth as our Mother. Well, we did when I first started. Now that it is so popular, I think most “wanna bees” are only interested in spells and being different.

I have been trying to understand the nature of reality since I was seven years old.                I have had a few theories since then. In the 1990’s I used the analogy of us living in a virtual reality and of course when “The Matrix” came to the screen so many people recommended it. The Matrix was/is a creatively brilliant movie with subtle satire.

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I was in Women’s lib; Animal lib; Greenpeace; Trees for Life– all in an attempt to make this a better world – Women’s lib has gone to the extreme where men now need liberating! The other organisations are run by people trying to be trendy and so bound up with “red tape’ that they make things worse not better.

I am still a vegetarian and still care about all life forms with the exception of crocodiles ( including alligators ) and homosapiens!

I now realize I can only help in the microcosm of my own little home.

Humans use religion to justify not implementing zero population growth. I cannot understand why humans do not see that because there are way too many of us we take the homes and food sources away  from other life forms and these other life forms eventually become extinct. Western religion claims to care about animals but supports a meat industry and drug companies that mistreat animals on the excuse that  humans are more important.

If we credit some “Being” as having created this reality; this “Being” would have to be a sadistic psychopath. Every creature has to deprive some life form of its existence in order to survive. ( Its called eating) But also just breathing kills other life forms! As we breathe in micro organisms.

I believe everything that exists has a consciousness: And because of my clairvoyant experiences I believe everything survives beyond physical death. Pity: because there are a lot of humans who shouldn’t survive death especially when there is no hell for them to burn in!

Here endeth the lesson.

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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  (male of course) : 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.

Thirty years ago I didn’t have the internet to find information: so much easier than the library.

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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 I was “told” my daughter.

This aristocrat also raped one of the peasant women. When I asked who is this woman was in this life– The answer was my first husband?!

I experienced another past life (as a man again?!) 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  have told the story to have said 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 asked who the person that I was murdering/sacrificing is  in my present incarnation; .And was “told” my Mother. ( I don’t see this as a reason for enduring almost 64 years of her physical, emotional and mental abuse this time round — I am joking!)

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

Most of the past lives I have experienced have been male: i have no idea why: But I was a courtesan in France: When I became to old for this lifestyle I became a nun.

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

The last time that I wrote/posted this blog I included a meditation for a past life regression. So if trying this mediation interests you, that blog  was called Past Life Regressions.

 

Blessed Be