When I was a child I promised myself that I wouldn’t go on about “the good old days” when I became older!
I found myself saying something like this to the vet this morning! I just said to her that it is a sad reflection on today’s society that veterinaries and doctor’s main concerns were making money!
I know that the “good old days” were not that good!
The “plus” about when I was young was that the population of the whole of Australia was twelve million: When there is only a small population people’s out look is different: Life flows at a slower pace and your average Aussie would go out of their way to help any one!
In the seventies I was in Women’s Liberation; Animal Liberation: Greenpeace ( we were considered the lunatic fringe back then) and in the eighties Trees for Life.
When I was in Women’s Liberation : we had the vote but not equal-rights! Women couldn’t have bank accounts: couldn’t buy houses/property: couldn’t hold a government job if married: were only paid 75% of a man’s wage: landlords would not rent to separated women: no women’s shelter: your husband had every right to beat you: you were his property: women had to give up a baby if not married: men were expected to be promiscuous: women were expected to be virgins: . Women’s Liberation only asked that we be treated as equal.
Most men of my era still see women as an inferior sub culture:
Children had no rights: many were victims of abuse and it was difficult for those campaigning against child pornography: sexual abuse and other abuse to even be heard.
In the “good old days” your average mindless automaton had no concern for other life forms or the ecology of the planet! They considered their (our) species superior! And that god made it that way!
And back then; most women believed that women should be kept in their place— “A wife is a device that you screw on the bed and it does the housework.!”
I dropped out of both Animal Liberation and Trees for Life a few years ago because most of the people involved these days; do so because it is fashionable; and are so tied up with rules and protocol that the goals of caring for animals and or trees are not achieved.
I am a life member of GreenPeace but have had nothing to do with them for decades because they seem more concerned about collecting donations.
At my very first sociology lecture we were told that “there is always the us and them dichotomy” and “say organisation say oligarchy” At the time I thought what a load of crap! Since then I have seen it every where.
I was involved with Wicca: clairvoyance and “energy healing” back when few were aware of the existence of such things!
Now that it is part of the culture it has taken on the Protestant ethic of “lets make money out of this!”
On Facebook there are posts saying leave things to Karma! If everyone waited for Karma or ” left things to god” we would still be living in the Dark Ages!
My grand children’s generation are concerned about the environment etc.
So here’s to the “good new days!”
People tend to believe that a belief in God and heaven is necessary for a belief in and “afterlife” Surviving death isn’t synonymous with a religious belief. We do not understand the nature of reality. It appears we exist in an alternate reality when we are “not here”! In this reality the electrons are apparently moving at a different speed around the protons and neutrons so it is out of phase. ( This is my very limited understanding of quantum physics)
The Following post on Facebook motivated me to write this blog!
The incident that convinced me that clairvoyance was a reality happened at work. In the late 19 70’s. I was a student nurse at Strathmont Centre. I was washing dishes with a male staff nurse. We didn’t have kitchen hands in those days. Kym 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 had been a missionary in New Guinea. This showed that I wasn’t just reading Kim’s mind.
I previously entitled this Computer End Program and received no likes?
“Computer End Program” was a statement made by Dwight Schultz character Lt Barclay at the end of “Ship In A Bottle” Star Trek Next Generation: season six. Implying that “we” may exist in an holodeck program.
I am writing this to remind myself to put into practice what I know.
I believed we created our own reality by our thoughts words and of course actions in the 70s:
I taught would be witches how to manifest!
Yet recently I’ve spat the dummy and thought:
“What a load of crock! If I created reality my life would have been so much better. Who’d choose to suffer almost a life time of abuse etc!”
By writing this I am reminding myself to be in the “NOW”
From “The Way Of The Peaceful Warrior:
by Dan Millman
“Where am I? HERE!”
What time is it “NOW”
Other peoples thoughts, words and actions affect our reality (ofcourse) but we can and more importantly WILL consciously create our own reality.
THE WITCHES PYRAMID
(from my Book Of Shadows)
“TO KNOW: TO DARE: TO WILL and TO KEEP SILENT”
TO KNOW: This includes knowing the laws you are working with; e.g. Law of cause and effect:
The more I know; the less I know that I know which may seem “Irish” but seriously I certainly don’t understand the nature of this reality!
Know ones self: and most importantly know that you will succeed in your undertaking.
TO DARE: overcome fears and hindrances especially those inculcated by our culture.
TO WILL: Emotions are the power behind manifesting.
So believe in yourself:
Intention is what directs the manifestation.
My manifestations have succeeded when I have known they will manifest.
Actually I see them as already manifested.
In the beginning I found this part difficult so I had this attitude “I believe this will happen/ manifest but if it doesn’t I don’t care “ And they manifested.
Another way is to inculcate what you are trying to manifest. Use a verbal spell or word power: record this and play it continually.
TO KEEP SILENT: Other peoples thoughts and words will effect what you are doing so you don’t tell anyone!
I snapped my self out of my “What a lot of crock?” attitude by reminding myself of all the things that I have manifested.
Considering I started doing this in the late seventies there are numerous examples.
The one I would like to share is about a puppy/dog:
My parents (now deceased) lived in a very small housing Trust unit. There was a back “yard” which all units were meant to share. Their neighbour on the western side had fenced of his back yard and also bricked up most of the space as a garden. They had gotten numerous small dogs all of which managed to get out some how and run away. They eventually got a Labrador pup. Which was mostly locked in a wooden box he called its kennel! One day when this pup was actually out of the box and growing I noticed blood around her neck . Her collar was too tight and cutting her neck as she grew I reached through the fence and loosened her collar. After this, the neighbour put barbed wire on the fence at many levels so that there was no way I could reach the dog!
My mother insisted that I wasn’t to call the RSPCA because she didn’t want conflict with their neighbours. I always did what my mother said. I was terrified of her.
I had this dog on my healing list and started to visualize her living happily with a new owner.
Unfortunately it was approximately six months before this manifested.
My parents neighbour offered the dog to me!
I had a Bully/ Kelpie cross at this time, who was so grumpy to Cerri the dog: Doing his “I’m top dog here routine” That I knew it wasn’t a good home for her. Her eyes were glazed with fear. I mentioned it to a local business owner and she said that she would take the dog to live on their property. ( My dog fretted for weeks after she Cerri left.)
Cerri has been with this family: happy ever since. She is very old now.
Sadly I don’t have any picture of Cerrie! I was more worried about getting her well than taking her photo at the time.
When I first became interested in Wicca we had to send over seas for books. These days you can Google a spell if you are not confident creating your own.
The following “word Power” is to set up changes in your subconscious.
from POSITIVE MAGIC by MARION WEINSTEIN
The One Power
Which includes The new causation,
Is always operating for and through me (your name here),
As I am a perfection manifestation of the Power,
Both consciously and subconsciously
I am always creating, drawing to myself and participating in the
most perfect circumstances for my own fulfilment
including everything I need and want
And for the good of all,
According to the free will of all.
And so mote it be.
blessed be and
My dad died 27th of May 2004 Lately i have “felt” he was around. before I tell you about this I am including a tribute to my Dad from my daughter 12 years ago.
“Dear Granddad, we miss you very much. You were so full of wisdom and always had a smile on your face. You took people for who they were and never had a bad word to say about anyone. You were the rock of our family, steady and strong. You taught us so much, and we are all better people for having known and loved you. You will always be in our hearts and memories. Love you forever your Granddaughter”
On the first Father’s Day after Dad’s death I took my Mother and a friend of hers; Mavis (now also deceased); to the local cemetery to visit their husband’s graves. Afterward I brought them back to my home for scones and tea. Mum made remarks that Dad was with us. And I could see him also. When I “see” it flashes for a fraction of a second. Then the image has gone: same with words and concepts. They are just a quick flash .
After driving my Mother and Mavis back to their respective homes and returning to mine. I concentrated on my Father.
It was quite possible that I had imagined seeing Dad. Wishful thinking?! So I asked that he prove that it was/is him by showing me something that I didn’t know.
He showed me an umbrella stand that I knew he had made. It had several umbrellas on it; one with a bird’s head handle.
I telephoned my Mother and asked if they ever had an umbrella with a bird’s head handle. She said that they had “But what is he going on about this for?!” I also asked if Dad had made the umbrella stand and she said that he had: Repeating “What is he going on about this for?! We left all that in England!!
Recently I have thought that my Dad was around but (again) wondered if it was just wishful thinking! So I suggested to him that he contact someone else as confirmation. Last Monday I received a message via Facebook messages.
“Hi Kate, just wondering if it’s your dads birthday or anniversary or something ???????????????? He’s popped into my head for about 4 days in a row, he was looking in your front door giving a little wave with a smile. Weird , at odd times and I wasn’t even trying, busy doing things and there he was. Thought I’d wait to see if I got a message for you but nothing today, he looked happy and as I said he was smiling………..hope this makes your day x”
When my daughter’s paternal grandfather was alive he would ridicule me for my clairvoyance and say that there was nothing after death. He claimed that he knew this because he had died several times.
I was running a psychic development group in 1991. Someone “saw” my ex father-in-law. Actually what they described was a photo of Barney and his brother in their army uniforms. I was able to connect with Barney at this time. He was “saying” you were right and jumping around. I told him that this didn’t prove anything to me. I said “I know what you look like; I know what you sound like and I know what you think; show me something that I don’t know.” (Not out loud!)
Firstly he showed me one of my daughter’s horses that he claimed had gone through the meat works. I told him I wasn’t going to check this up. Too upsetting! He then showed me a “duck” and lifted the head off. He said “Where is the duck?”
But my mind went to something familiar. I associated this duck with a rocker duck that Barney had made for my daughter when she was a baby. I tried to find out what had happened to the rocker.
Two weeks later I went to my daughters for dinner. In the kitchen there was a biscuit barrel. A duck! And the head came off. I asked my daughter who had bought this for her. She told me Grandma and Granddad.
In January 1992 while I was sitting outside knitting. (This was my stopping smoking therapy!)
I “saw” my daughter’s paternal grandfather.
My initial response was “What do you want?”
He gave me some information pertaining to a male friend which is not relevant to this story.
He then told me that he was reincarnating as my daughter’s son in August.
Many years later my daughter had her first child. A boy; born in August . I had almost forgotten Barney’s message until a pagan friend whom had been sending healing to the baby wrote to me that there was a reincarnation link with this child. She thought it my daughter’s grandfather.
Re the “seeing” and “communication” everything flashes in a fraction of a second. Clairaudience is often way too fast to understand and I usually get concepts which still flash in a fraction of a second.
I know that there are many people who have similar stories to share.
I have many similar stories all making me question the nature of reality and life and death.
For clairvoyant readings on Skype ” ceridwen2 ”
(With apologies to Marshall McLuhan’s “The Medium is The Massage”)
[Marshall McLuhan argues that technologies — from clothing to the wheel to the book, and beyond — are the messages themselves, not the content of the medium. In essence, The Medium is the Massage is a graphical and creative representation of his “medium is the message” thesis seen in Understanding Media.]
We tend to believe what the media tells us, yet it is controlled by multinationals, just as the government is. Thus it is neither objective nor honest.
(Sunrise is sponsored by the meat industry. I switch off every time I am told how good pork is. They strangely enough don’t tell us how horrific factory farming and the abattoirs are for these intelligent animals)
This morning on Sunrise, there was an interview with some one from Australian Wild Life explaining that feral cats are destroying our wild life. I don’t doubt that they are but humans are the reason we have feral cats.
The last time they mentioned feral cats on Sunrise one of the ladies on the panel made a comment about how much damage the mining industry does to our wild life and sarcastically said “But lets target the cats!” Kochie ignored her; not acknowledging the comment!
Humans definitely destroy more wildlife than feral cats. Not just mining but the real estate companies who destroy trees and heritage bushland, thereby destroying the homes and food sources of our native animals and birds. And then there’s road kill!
Recently a now ex friend asked me to drive him to Hindmarsh Island to dump a possum that was annoying his dog. (His car was off the road) I refused saying that I wasn’t moving an indigenous creature out of its territory. He turned really nasty and got someone else to take him! Possums being territorial will kill a possum that doesn’t belong. Even if this were not so the poor possum had no way of finding its way home over water.
People thoughtlessly destroying insects; mice; arachnoid; snails and even snakes (which they are not supposed to kill, but do) are destroying the ecology by killing so called pests.
The biggest problem is that there are too many humans on the planet. Why we don’t have zero population control, I don’t know.
This is off on a tangent but to do with the meat industry. In 1982 the husband of one of my staff was carting stock to the abattoirs and asked me to report to the RSPCA that the suckie calves were left to die of dehydration and starvation. When I called the RSPCA I was called a trouble maker and a liar!
I put something in writing but did not receive a response.
This still happens today. New born of all livestock are left to die without food or water. I was told by someone that worked at the abattoirs that the drug companies want them this way?
Attitudes to animals and minority groups have changed for the better in my life time. Hopefully humans will change before they destroy this beautiful planet.
Three of these photos were taken with a non digital camera at a full moon ritual at Encounter Bay at the beginning of this century.
The night the pictures were taken there was complete cloud cover so there was no moon light filtering through.
I was just clicking the camera to use up the film.
When I initially got the photos back I thought there was a camera fault. – Apparently not.
The interesting thing is that we do a spiral dance as part of the full moon ritual and there is a spiral in the photos.
The other photo is of my grandson: Taken a few years ago.
I have entitled this “Angels question mark” because I see angels as white light.
The photo with the sphere seems to be a common occurrence. Other people have shown me similar.
Re the photos taken at the full moon ritual I sent them to Janet Farrar; wife of the late Stewart Farrar; and her partner replied saying that they had similar.
Off on a tangent here– In the 1980’s I filled out a questionnaire for one of Stewart Farrar’s books entitled “The Life and Times of a Modern Day Witch” I loaned my copy of this and as often happened with loaned books, it was never returned. Suffice to say I no longer lend books. I found a copy on Ebay only to be informed that the copy was too damaged and had gone to recycling.